#charlotte matthews x you

[cherrynailsgrl]

Lottie in this scene really said “Fine, you want me to be crazy manipulative bitch? Fine. I will.” Because she knows exactly what she’s doing and im sure that she got a plan.

[mirrored-muse]

Hi could u maybe do a Lottie x female reader romantic where Lottie takes the reader to the lake and swims with her and realises she’s attracted to the reader smth along those lines ty !

ᴀᴜʀᴏʀᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴅ ᴘʀᴏꜱᴇ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 722

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴋᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜɪ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ. ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ. 😭

The lake wasn’t far from camp, but the walk there felt longer than you remembered.

You followed Lottie through the trees, the sun starting to dip just enough to cool the air. It was quiet—just the sound of your footsteps and the soft rustle of branches brushing against each other overhead.

When you reached the edge of the water, she turned to you.

“No one comes out here this time of day,” she said. “It’s safe.”

You nodded, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face. “You sure it’s not too cold?”

“It’s cold,” she said simply, a small smile playing on her lips. “But you get used to it.”

She stepped out of her boots, one at a time, and sat down to peel off her socks. Her movements were slow, and thoughtful, like everything she did had a reason behind it. You hesitated for a second, watching her.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she said without looking at you. “I just thought you might like the quiet.”

You let out a breath and started pulling off your shoes. “No, I do. It’s just easy to forget what peace feels like these days.”

Lottie nodded. “It’s rare out here. But it’s still here.”

Pulling your dress overhead, you step into the water together, Lottie following close behind. It felt like ice at first, sharp and shocking, but after a few moments, your body started to adjust. Lottie waded deeper, her expression calm as always until she dipped under completely. When she surfaced, her dark hair slicked back and water dripping from her lashes, she looked serene.

You swam closer, breath catching a little in your throat.

“I get why you come here now,” you said. “It’s quiet, but it’s not… empty.”

Lottie’s eyes met yours. “It’s the kind of quiet that listens.”

You floated beside her in the still water, close enough to feel the heat from her skin despite the chill. The sun caught the edge of her face, making her eyes look softer than usual. There was something comforting about the way she held herself, like no matter how chaotic things got, Lottie was always steady.

“Do you ever get scared out here?” you asked suddenly. The question surprised even you.

She didn’t answer right away, seemingly lost in thought.

“Sometimes,” she said, voice low. “But not with you.”

Your chest tightened at that. You looked down at the surface of the water, watching the way the ripples moved around the two of you.

Lottie was quiet again, then she said, “Out here, everything’s always watching, always shifting. But with you, it feels still. Like I can just exist.”

You turned your head toward her. She wasn’t smiling, but her eyes were open in a way they weren’t with most people. You could see the truth in them, she meant it.

You didn’t say anything. Just reached out and lightly brushed your fingers against hers beneath the surface.

She didn’t pull away from your touch. Her fingers curled slightly, brushing yours back under the water.

The ripples between you stilled for a moment.

Lottie’s gaze stayed on your hand. “Sometimes I think… the quiet knows things before I do,” she said softly.

You tilted your head, a small crease forming in your brow. “What do you mean?”

She was quiet for a few seconds. The kind of silence that didn’t feel heavy, just full of thought.

“I didn’t know what I was feeling. Not for a while,” she murmured. “But then I’d come out here and think about you. And it was like.. the stillness of everything made it clear.”

Her eyes met yours again, steady, open, vulnerable in a way that made your breath catch.

“There’s something different about you.”

Your heart thudded once, hard. Lottie never said anything just to say it. When she spoke, she meant it.

“It’s not just comfort I feel when I’m near you,” she murmured. “It’s something deeper.”

You didn’t answer right away. Just let her words settle between you for a moment.

Then you said, barely above a whisper, “I feel the same.”

Lottie nodded slowly like she already knew you’d say it. There was no rush in her smile, only a subtle warmth that felt like sunlight on your skin.

“I thought you might.”

[the-oblivious-writer]

Bad Idea Right?

Lottie Matthews x Gender Neutral Reader

One-shot

summary: When a night out with friends is interrupted by an unexpected phone call, you find yourself entering familiar territory of the on-again, off-again relationship that you share with Lottie Matthews, one neither of you seem capable of escaping.

warnings: modern/no crash au, alcohol consumption/smoking, toxic relationship dynamic, implied sexual content, emotional manipulation, and self destructive behavior/poor decision making.

notes: i hope i did medicated/no crash au lottie justice with this.

The music pulsed through the bar, loud enough to make conversation a shouting match but not quite loud enough to drown out the thoughts cycling through your head. Jackie was deep in animated conversation with Shauna about something—their hands moving expressively, punctuated with laughter that carried over the noise. Taissa and Van were squeezed together in the booth across from you, sharing private jokes and casual touches.

You took another sip of your drink, trying to focus on being present. This was supposed to be your night out, the designated "moving on" evening that your friends had insisted upon after weeks of you moping around your apartment.

"You need to get back out there," Jackie had insisted earlier. "It's been two months since you and Lottie split."

Two months, one week, and four days—but who was counting?

Your phone buzzed against the table. You glanced down, expecting a text from your roommate asking when you'd be home.

Instead, the screen displayed a name you'd been trying to forget.

Lottie calling...

Your heart lurched. You hesitated, thumb hovering over the screen. Jackie caught your eye from across the table and mouthed, "Who is it?"

You shook your head dismissively and slid out of the booth. "Bathroom," you called out over the music, phone clutched in your hand.

Once in the relative quiet of the hallway, you answered.

"Hello?"

A beat of silence, then her voice—that impossible-to-forget voice.

"Hey, stranger."

The casual confidence in her tone made your stomach flip, like you were seventeen again, listening to her talk you into skipping class.

"Lottie. Hi." You tried to match her nonchalance and failed spectacularly.

"I was just thinking about you," she said, and you could picture the exact expression on her face—that half-smile that always made you feel like you were both sharing a secret.

"Were you?" Your voice sounded steadier than you felt.

"I moved. Got a new place." A pause, like she was taking a drag from a cigarette. "You should see it."

It wasn't a question, but it wasn't quite a command either. Classic Lottie—creating the space for you to make a choice while making it abundantly clear what she wanted you to choose.

"I'm out with friends right now," you said, glancing back toward the booth where everyone sat, completely unaware that your carefully constructed "moving on" evening was unraveling.

"I can text you the address." Another pause. "If you want."

Did you want? God, yes. Should you want? Absolutely not.

"Okay," you heard yourself say, already calculating how long it would take to make your excuses and leave.

"Okay," she echoed, and you could hear the smile in her voice.

Your phone buzzed with a text as soon as the call ended—an address in a part of town you didn't frequent often. The kind of neighborhood where rent was probably twice what you paid.

When you returned to the table, Jackie immediately clocked the change in your demeanor.

"Everything alright?" she asked, eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"Yeah, just... My roommate needs me to bring her something. Emergency situation." The lie came surprisingly easy.

Taissa frowned. "Now? We just got here."

"I know, I'm sorry. Rain check?" You were already gathering your jacket, avoiding eye contact.

"This better not be what I think it is," Jackie warned quietly as you slid past her.

You squeezed her shoulder. "It's not." Another lie.

Outside, you hailed a cab and gave the driver Lottie's address. The entire ride, you told yourself this was just closure. Just seeing an old friend. Just checking out her new place.

Yeah, Lottie's your ex, but can't two people reconnect? You just see her as a friend.

The biggest lie you ever said.

Lottie's new apartment was on the fourteenth floor of a sleek high-rise with a doorman who nodded at you as if he'd been expecting you. The elevator ride up gave you just enough time to second-guess yourself, but not enough time to actually turn around.

When the doors opened, she was already waiting in the hallway, leaning against her doorframe. Dark jeans, loose white shirt, barefoot. Hair a little longer than when you'd last seen her. She looked like a magazine spread, casual and effortlessly put together in a way that had always made you feel slightly underdressed.

"You came," she said, eyes traveling slowly from your face down to your shoes and back up again.

"I was in the neighborhood," you lied, knowing full well she could see right through it.

Her apartment was minimally furnished but expensively so—all clean lines and neutral tones with carefully placed pops of color. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a view of the city that made your own apartment's outlook of the adjacent building's brick wall seem particularly depressing.

"Drink?" She was already moving toward an impressively stocked bar cart.

"Sure." You shrugged off your jacket, draping it over a chair that probably cost more than your monthly rent.

She handed you a glass of something amber that burned pleasantly as it went down. You watched as she lit a cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling toward the open balcony door.

"Thought you quit," you said, nodding toward the cigarette.

"I did." She smiled, offering it to you. "Multiple times."

You took it from her, your fingers brushing against hers in a way that felt deliberate. The familiar taste was both comforting and a reminder of bad decisions past.

"So," you said, handing the cigarette back. "New place."

"New job, new place." She shrugged, as if the obviously expensive apartment was nothing special. "New start."

That stung more than it should have. A new start without you.

"It's nice." You took another sip of your drink, using it as an excuse to look anywhere but at her.

"It's too big for one person," she said, and there it was—the opening, the invitation, the thing that had brought you here despite your better judgment.

She moved closer, taking the glass from your hand and setting it on a side table. This close, you could smell her perfume—the same one she'd worn since college, the one that still clung to a sweatshirt of hers you'd never returned.

"I've missed you," she said, her voice lower now.

"Have you?" you challenged, even as your body betrayed you by leaning fractionally closer.

"I've tried not to." Her hand found the hem of your shirt, fingers just barely brushing against the skin above your waistband. "I've gone out, met people. Tried to move on."

You swallowed hard. "How's that working out for you?"

"I'm sure I've seen much hotter women," she said with a small smirk. "But I really can't remember when..."

And then her lips were on yours, and it was like muscle memory—the way your hands immediately found her waist, the tilt of your head, the soft sound she made when you pulled her closer.

It was a bad idea. You knew it was a bad idea.

But as she led you down the hallway toward her bedroom, you couldn't bring yourself to care. Some mistakes were worth making twice. Or in your case, for the dozenth time.

"This doesn't mean anything," you murmured against her neck as her hands worked at the buttons of your shirt.

"Of course not," she agreed, but the knowing look in her eyes said otherwise.

You just tripped and fell into her bed, you told yourself later. These things happen. Friends reconnect all the time.

As the night wore on and the city lights painted patterns across her bedroom ceiling, you knew you'd be back to square one tomorrow—heartbroken and trying to move on all over again.

But tonight? Tonight you'd let yourself believe the lie that maybe this time would be different.

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Morning light filtered through Lottie's bedroom windows, harsh and unforgiving. You squinted against it, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings—the impossibly soft sheets, the sleek nightstand with nothing but a small crystal ashtray and a glass of water you didn't remember pouring.

Reality crashed back as you registered the warm body beside you, the familiar curve of Lottie's back rising and falling with each breath. The events of last night flooded your memory—the phone call, the flimsy excuse to your friends, the inevitable collision of bodies that always seemed to happen between you two, no matter how many times you promised yourself "never again."

You eased yourself up on one elbow, careful not to wake her. Sleep softened her in a way wakefulness never did, smoothing out that perpetual look of amused detachment she wore like armor. Your fingers itched to trace the constellation of freckles across her shoulder blades—a map you had memorized and forgotten and memorized again over the years.

Instead, you slipped out of bed with practiced stealth, gathering discarded clothing from the floor. This was the part of the routine you knew best—the quiet escape before things got complicated with morning conversation and the awkward dance of "what now?"

You were halfway through buttoning your shirt when her voice cut through the silence.

"Leaving without saying goodbye? That's cold, even for you."

You turned to find her propped up on one elbow, sheet draped carelessly across her waist, hair tousled in a way that was annoyingly perfect. The morning light painted her in gold, and something twisted in your chest at the sight.

"I didn't want to wake you," you said, the lie sitting awkwardly between you.

Her smile was knowing, almost sympathetic. "Sure."

You continued dressing, suddenly very aware of her eyes on you. "I should get home. My roommate will be wondering where I am."

"Your roommate," she repeated, reaching for her phone on the nightstand. "The same roommate who had that emergency last night that dragged you away from your friends?"

You paused, caught. "You know how it is."

"I do," she said, sitting up fully now. "I know exactly how it is with you."

There was no real bite to her words, just a resigned familiarity that somehow hurt worse than anger would have.

"Coffee?" she asked, changing the subject with practiced ease. "I've got that fancy stuff you like."

The offer dangled between you—innocent on the surface but loaded with implication. Coffee meant staying longer. Coffee meant conversation. Coffee meant acknowledging this was more than a late-night mistake.

"I should really go."

She slid out of bed, unself-conscious in her nakedness as she reached for a robe hanging on the back of the door. "Running away again? Some things never change."

"I'm not running away," you protested, though you both knew that was exactly what you were doing.

"Fine. Let's call it a strategic retreat." She tied the robe loosely at her waist. "At least let me walk you out."

In her kitchen, the morning seemed less harsh. The space was sparsely decorated but thoughtfully so—a small potted herb garden on the windowsill, a vintage record player in the corner. Signs of a life continuing to unfold without you in it.

She moved around the space with comfortable familiarity, filling a kettle and setting it on the stove despite your insistence that you weren't staying.

"Text from Jackie," she said casually, nodding toward your phone on the counter. "Third one in the last hour. Seems concerned."

You snatched the phone up, scanning the messages:

Please tell me you're not with her.

If you don't respond in an hour, I'm assuming the worst.

You're a grown adult who can make her own decisions but for the record THIS IS A MISTAKE

"Trouble in paradise?" Lottie asked, the ghost of a smirk playing at her lips.

"She's just being protective."

"She's never liked me."

"She's never liked what I become around you," you corrected, immediately regretting the honesty.

Something flickered across Lottie's face—a brief crack in her carefully maintained facade of indifference. "And what exactly do you become around me?"

The kettle whistled, saving you from having to answer immediately. She turned to attend to it, and you took the moment to compose yourself, to rebuild the walls she had a habit of dismantling with devastating efficiency.

"Someone who makes bad decisions," you finally said, aiming for lightness but landing somewhere closer to painful truth.

She laughed as she poured hot water over coffee grounds in a pour-over setup that looked both complicated and expensive. "Is that what last night was? A bad decision?"

"Wasn't it?"

She slid a mug in front of you despite your earlier refusal. The familiar aroma wafted up, stirring memories of countless mornings in countless apartments over the years—the two of you orbiting each other in small kitchens, trading sections of newspapers or scrolling through phones in comfortable silence.

"I don't know," she said, leaning against the counter. "Was it?"

The coffee was perfect—of course it was. Everything Lottie did had a certain effortless perfection to it that both attracted and infuriated you.

"We always do this," you said after a moment. "We always end up right back here, pretending this time will be different."

"Who's pretending?" She sipped her coffee, watching you over the rim of her mug. "I've never claimed things would be different."

"That's the problem," you said. "You're fine with this... whatever this is. The calling me when you're bored, the casual hookups, the complete lack of any forward momentum."

"And you're not?" Her eyebrow arched in challenge. "Because you seemed pretty fine with it last night when you were—"

"That's not fair," you cut her off, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

"Fair?" She set her mug down with a little too much force. "What's not fair is you showing up here, falling into my bed, and then acting like I somehow tricked you into it. Like you didn't come running the minute I called."

The truth of it stung. "I should go."

"You already said that." She crossed her arms. "And yet, here you are, drinking my coffee and looking at me like I'm the villain in your story."

"You're not the villain," you said quietly. "That's what makes this so hard."

Something in her expression softened. "What do you want from me? Really?"

It was the question that always lingered between you, unasked and unanswered through every iteration of your relationship. What did you want? Commitment? Stability? The very things that seemed antithetical to everything that made Lottie who she was?

"I don't know anymore," you admitted.

She moved closer, invading your space in that way she always did—like proximity was her birthright. "Yes, you do. You're just afraid to say it."

Her hand found yours on the counter, fingers intertwining with practiced ease. The touch was electric, familiar, dangerous.

"Why did you call me last night?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"You know why."

"I want you to say it."

She paused, her thumb tracing patterns on the back of your hand. For a moment, you thought she might actually give you what you needed—the words, the confirmation that this wasn't just physical, that you weren't alone in whatever this complicated tangle of feelings was.

Instead, she leaned in and kissed you—soft, almost sweet, entirely unlike the heated exchanges of the night before. When she pulled back, her eyes held something you couldn't quite name.

"Stay for breakfast," she said. Not quite an answer, but not quite an evasion either.

Your phone buzzed again on the counter—probably Jackie, worried and frustrated and rightfully so.

"Just breakfast?" you asked, already knowing you'd say yes, already knowing you were stepping back into the dance you'd been trying to escape.

Her smile was enigmatic, a perfect encapsulation of everything about her that had always drawn you in despite your better judgment. "Let's start there and see where it goes."

You should say no. You should walk out the door and mean it this time. You should listen to Jackie and your roommate and that increasingly insistent voice in your head telling you this was a cycle you needed to break.

Instead, you took another sip of coffee and stayed.

Bad idea?

Right.

[fawnlotties]

being charlotte matthew’s assistant…

you were forever grateful that charlotte had decided to take pity upon a broke college student and hire you as her assistant. you were skeptical of her ‘intentional community’ at first, but charlotte was the furthest thing from a demanding boss. being able to sit in a homely office with guaranteed hot meals and a gorgeous older woman to check in on you constantly - how could you complain?

speaking of, charlotte was always around you. you’d find it overbearing if you didn’t love the scent of her bergamot perfume, or the way her hand would linger on your shoulder when she’d ask you to chase up client information. as the weeks went on so did her watch over you, to the point where your office became merged with her own.

“but, no one’s meant to come in here… are you sure?”

“of course, darling. it’ll only make things more efficient, won’t it? and… i could use the company.”

you had a growing suspicion that charlotte was favouring you. you weren’t required to wear purple like everyone else, in fact, charlotte went out of her way to begin supplying you with ‘uniform.’ skirts and dresses teetering the line of sensual corporate, whatever that meant. she’d insist you left the top buttons of your blouse undone - “it’s getting quite warm in here, right? maintenance are useless…” - she’d even begun to expect a little fashion show whenever new heftily-priced clothes were placed atop your bedsheets. you couldn’t lie, it excited you to see her so endeared, so proud as you meekly show off your new not-very-sensible black pumps with a price tag that could send you into cardiac arrest.

you soon learnt that charlotte is very tactile. not only in her work within the community, but in her work with you. the first time she suggested you give her a massage, albeit half-joking, you wondered when your daydreams had turned so vivid. as your manicured fingers dug into the junctures of her tensed neck and she lets out a breathy moan, you thanked all your lucky stars.

charlotte declared that your fingers “work magic,” and you tried move past the obvious innuendo that had your cheeks heated red every time you’re around her. it’s hard, though, when she began to use your affection as a stress reliever. it’s not like you hate it, anything but. behind closed eyes, your nights are filled with visions of her slender fingers enclosed around your wrist, tugging you impossibly closer, slipping between your stocking-clad thighs. you sensed that charlotte can somehow read your thoughts, though the thought both scares and excites you.

it started with more massages, where she slips the soft material off her shoulder because “i’m so tense here, lend a hand?” her calloused fingers began to clasp at yours, guiding them just a little further down to where you think the boundaries of your position are blurred. but at this point, self control is out the window, especially with the way her doe eyes completely pull you inward.

everything about her pulls you in, really. all she has to do now is whisper a soft “darling,” when you appear in the doorframe, maybe even a little coax with her finger, and you’re practically floating right into her lap. it’s a proven stress reliever for her, and you’re more than happy to provide. that’s what a good assistant does, after all!

her lips find your neck because she says the scent of you relaxes her, sometimes whispering that you taste good, and you’d never admit how excited that gets you. meanwhile her hands toy with the material of your cardigan’s hem, and you get the hint.

charlotte loves when you talk. she’ll ask you to drone on about your day whilst her teeth are just lightly puncturing the soft skin of your neck, tsk if you stutter whilst she pries your thighs apart. you want to please her, after all, and she knows this too. it’s why her praise now comes in a constant stream, whispers of “good girl, that’s it, you’re making me so proud…”

you make her especially proud when you sink to your knees, under the mahogany of her desk. it’s only ever when you notice she’s particularly tense - knuckles white as she grips the edge of her desk, brows pursed into a quaint frown. you have her like jelly in almost no time as you slip underneath her kaftan, and the only sounds that fill the grandeur of the room are your muffled hums and charlotte’s shaky gasps, curses and praise slipping through her lips like a mantra. only when her thighs are shaking and her eyes are rolling back does she forget about the tasking role that is being head of her commune, all thanks to her doting assistant.

[valnvy]

i go insane everytime i think about them

[gtgbabie0]

⋆⁺ ✮⋆⁺ Wilderness!Lottie Matthews x Reader

Synopsis: {Headcannons loosely based on this request} AN: I say loosely because I got so carried away with this, sorry. I love her sm. Thank you for the request annon. !!-18-!! towards the end.

♡︎ Lottie was attached to your hip from the moment she first met you—you were the new girl in the neighbourhood who moved in from out of town. There was just something about your energy she absolutely adored, and the pair of you immediately clicked together like puzzle pieces!

♡︎ You two soon became inseparable— wherever Lottie was you were and vice versa. The rest of the Yellowjackets have an absolute field day making fun of you and the whole ‘codependency’ thing you two have going on.

♡︎ Sleepovers were a constant thing— Lottie always went all out, like above and beyond. Daddy’s money paid for fancy face masks and other self-care stuff that cost what should be considered an illegal amount, matching pj’s, rented DVDs, nail polish, etc… etc.

♡︎ She borderline spoils you. Birthdays or a random ass Tuesday morning it didn’t matter to Lottie. You were her best friend so why wouldn’t she want to appreciate you?— or steal the occasional item here and there because it was literally made for you so duh you just have to have it!

♡︎ Lottie splurged extra hard on one particular piece of jewellery— it was a bracelet, a pretty rose gold colour encrusted with the most beautiful gems that twinkled oh so prettily with a matching one in a slightly different colour. As soon as she had seen the set she immediately thought of you.

♡︎ It was worth all the trouble, seeing your eyes light up in surprise— the “Oh Lot I can’t take this, this looks so expensive.” That flies from your lips, it makes her so happy and she immediately shakes off your worries with a gentle, “Don’t be silly, we’re matching now.”

♡︎ You go to every single one of Lottie's games whether they were away or at home and each and every time she’d be looking out for you in the stands— a smile so wide it hurts her cheeks, watching you jump up and down, waving at her with a Yellowjacket painted on your cheek.

♡︎ Lottie soon came to the devastating realisation that she felt a whole lot more than just friendship towards you after she won a game and you came rushing out onto the pitch with everyone else— beelining to her to congratulate her. It makes her head spin.

♡︎ Her heart has never pounded against her ribcage so violently before, the feeling of your arms wrapping around her tightly. It almost took her out— she doesn’t know if she’s shaking from the adrenaline or the fact that you’re so close to her, wearing her number, her jersey, in her team colours.

♡︎ Lottie really wanted to kiss you the night before they left for nationals. After the party when everyone else had left and the pair of you were sitting in your car outside of her house— your fingers drumming nervously against the car wheel. You looked so pretty, with gloss on your lips that she desperately wanted to kiss off as you went on about how much of a bust the party was— she wasn’t even listening.

♡︎ But unfortunately she totally chickens out and spends the entire night completely torn up over it— the poor girl didn’t get a wink of sleep.

♡︎ You weren’t even meant to be on that plane— but you were the photographer for the school's paper and they wanted you to snap some shots for the team during nationals so there you were, sitting next to Lottie, pinky curled around her own as she tries to calm your nerves.

♡︎ The crash had really taken everything out of you— the first day wasn’t bad, you clung to naive hope that you would be rescued— you clung to Lottie who made sure you were eating the rations and drinking water, changed the bandage on your palm and wrapped extra blankets around your shoulders during the nights, but then the days turned to weeks.

♡︎ It felt like everyone had embraced different roles with ease whereas you kinda just floated around— flitting between just sitting there with a blank expression to doing an odd job here and there with the least amount of effort, trying to not be seen as a deadweight.

♡︎ It scared her more than she’d like to admit, watching the light slowly dwindle away from your usually bright eyes— your attitude doing a complete one-eighty from normal. It only made her hold you extra tightly as you slept, whispering soft affirmations against your shoulder. “We’ll be okay.” Reassuring herself just as much as you.

♡︎ She felt so helpless just watching you retreat in your own head— you didn’t speak much to anyone and Lottie only got a few sentences out of you, little victories she’d call them. “Hey, come braid my hair?” She’d ask softly, nudging your shoulder in hopes the task might keep you grounded, anything to get you out of your own head. “Mhm, yeah, kay.” The smile that ghosts over your lips is enough for her. And for a few short moments, it almost felt like a sleepover again, one big fucked up sleepover as you weave the damp locks of her dark hair into a braid.

♡︎ Lottie got you to do a little bit more than just what was expected of you— helping you wash clothes and so on because she didn’t want the other girls to start berating you. “I’m sorry.” your words were nothing short of guilty, a dejection in your eyes that pained her. “Hey, it’s fine. You’re fine.” She’d always reassure you.

♡︎ She’d watch you sketch out the surrounding landscape— cheek resting against your shoulder marvelling at the way you drag the pencil across the paper. Those sketches would soon help make a map that Natalie and Travis became reliant on, it was one of the tiny ways you helped out. Plus it was fun, you enjoyed it— mostly enjoyed the way Lottie would sit right up next to you praising your work beneath her breath.

♡︎ The cabin could be suffocating at times so the pair of you would take walks— enjoying the nature and peace that it brought despite the rough times. Mostly she just liked to admire you, watching you pluck wildflowers to decorate the cabin. “Those a pretty.” Her voice would be impossibly gentle, always with you, her fingertips brushing past yours. “You’d suit them,” she adds in a whisper, tucking the flower behind your ear and all you can do is stutter out a soft— “O-Oh thank you.”

♡︎ The one thing Lottie couldn’t handle was you being distant— drawing away from her, she would call you out on it. “You’re acting strange.” She would state as if you hadn’t been acting ‘strange’ since the crash. Her words only make you scoff, shaking your head. “Yeah, no shit. Look around Lot, we’re fucked.” The quiver in your tone dismantles her into something much more gentle, her hands reaching out for yours to stop you from sharpening the hunting knife. “We’ll get through it, just— just please stop pushing me away, I need you.” She practically pleads with you, squeezing your hands a little tighter as her soft, brown eyes tear up slightly. You nod with a shaky sigh, “I need you too Lottie.” She doesn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug, face pressed into your neck with a mumbled, “I’ve got you.”

♡︎ You’re the only person she really trusts, she would spend all night talking to you about her ‘Visions’ and you’d soothe her— hand over her heart guiding her through breaths. “You— You can feel it too, right?” She asks, trembling. “Yeah, I feel it, Lot. I feel it.” And you did, you felt it through her. Something at least.

♡︎ Lots of late nights, your head resting in her lap as she plays with your hair— it was during these times that your voice would find you again, if only briefly. “I’m scared Lottie.” The words muffled against her thigh. She brushes her thumb over your jaw, making you look up at her. “Don’t be. It loves you, it’ll protect you. I promise.” and you trust her.

♡︎ Lottie would give you little trinkets to keep you safe. It brought you impossibly closer and you believed it was the only reason you kept surviving through each day, that Lottie was the only reason.

♡︎ She had a whole morning routine with you, she literally couldn’t start her day off without it— otherwise, she wouldn’t stop worrying about you even if you spend the whole day practically attached to her. “What do you hear?” Her hand was warm, clasped around your own. “The firewood, crackling, it’s like an applause,” you reply, thumb caressing over her knuckles slowly.

♡︎ It all became so different one morning— it happened after a particularly rough night and Lottie really just needed to feel closer to you more than ever. “What do you feel?” Her voice was low, calm as always yet now twinged with a certain edge— her forehead resting against your own. “You, I feel you, your breaths… it’s comforting.” Your words are hushed, breathing intermingling. “I feel you too. I always feel you.”

♡︎ The pair of you leaned in until your lips met, the kiss was slow— tender. “Lottie—” you whisper, her hands immediately cupping your face, mouth chasing after yours with a feverish, “I know…” as she deepens the kiss.

♡︎ Lottie quickly became utterly addicted, hooked on the taste of your lips and any excuse was a good one when it came to sneaking you out of your chores. You would be trying to hang up the washing when her arms would snake around your waist, lips grazing along the sensitive curve of your jaw— “It’s calling for you, the wilderness, it needs you.” whispered hotly against your neck.

♡︎ You’re all hers no matter the cheap excuse— she was just too damn good at convincing you and kissing you.

♡︎ Lottie would ‘bless’ you in her own unique way down in the lake— her thumb pricked and pearling with blood that she rubs across your forehead, a pattern you couldn't see. “Nothing will hurt you.” It’s a statement, a promise, that she seals by pressing her bloody thumb to your lips, dragging it across the pillowy flesh, before kissing you— the coppery taste only urges her to deepen the kiss.

♡︎ Blessings to the wilderness would just be her laying you down beneath the craved-out tree stump— her face between your thighs making come undone on her tongue and fingers over and over again until the ‘wilderness’ was sated— although it was never truly sated, it was a bottomless pit when it came to you.

♡︎ The codependency jokes from before the plane crash were never truer— you definitely got some snide comments from the girls especially during the colder, rougher days when everyone was really feeling the hunger. Lottie wouldn’t hesitate to immediately step up for you with furrowed brows and a curled lip— “Back off.” bared teeth and a wild glossiness glazing over her big brown eyes.

♡︎ Sometimes they get to you because a part of you— deep down knows what they say is true. You were dependent on Lottie, more than you even realise. She comforts you whenever their comments stab a little harder than usual. “They’re right, Lot. I’m useless— I don’t do shit.” you sigh, face pressed against her shoulder as her hand caresses your back slowly. “Sshh, they don’t know anything— they’ll understand soon, how important you are.” She gives you a caring smile, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth and it's enough to make you feel better.

♡︎ There are times when you don’t understand her, but it’s the blind trust that keeps you by her side without question—a trust that she’ll keep you safe no matter what happens, and it makes all this a lot more bearable.

[returnofeternity]

synopsis. the older woman who's been stalking you at work offers to leave you alone if you go to a motel with her for one night.

pairing: charlotte matthews x butch!reader (masc terms used)

warnings. legal age gap, perv/stalker!lottie, stalker relationship, smut ofc which means 18+, motel sex if that's a warning you need. character death? but that's for you to decide....

wc: 2,528

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the flash of a fur coat makes your heart sink.

fuck. she's really gonna get you fired one of these days. you don't know how many times your manager has yelled at you about her. it's not even your fucking fault! you're getting stalked by this older woman and he has the nerve to yell at you? all you can really do is kick her out, so you don't know why he's so pissed every time she manages to sneak in. she doesn't even sneak in sometimes. she's bold and watches you through the windows while she pretends she's on the phone.

you have no idea why she chose you.

are you a tiny bit flattered? of course. but are you also a tiny bit scared? of course. she doesn't seem dangerous, nor has she posed any real threat to you other than scolding you when you forgot to ask her if she wanted bags that one time, but there's a motive as to why she's following you. is she planning on kidnapping you? murdering you?

just as you start thinking darker thoughts, the stack of cereal boxes you're putting away gets knocked down from beside your feet. you close your eyes and try to breathe slowly. it's been a long fuckin' day.

"i'm so sorry," the voice that calls out makes you open your eyes immediately. it's her. "i didn't see you."

bullshit, you think. it almost makes you laugh.

"you know you're not supposed to be in here." you reply, gathering the fallen boxes and sitting them back up on your opposite side. she shifts on her feet and you can't help but stare at her exposed ankles. you blink hard and crane your neck up at her where she stands before you. "don't make me call security on you."

"please, we both know they can't lay a hand on me." her tone is sarcastic and teasing, and she looks away from you to glance at a bag of cereal on the shelf and taps her fingers on it. "i wouldn't be mad if you were the one to drag me out, though."

her eyes light up at the thought of your hands touching her arms as you drag her out.

"look," you huff, getting up off the floor and to your feet. "you're gonna get me fired if you keep coming in here. my manager's pissed."

"don't worry, i wouldn't let that happen."

you furrow your brows at what she means by that but roll your eyes.

"besides, i came here to ask you something." lottie raises her hand when you go to open your mouth to tell her off, and she finds herself smiling when you obey immediately. "a trade-off."

you lean on your other foot and cross your arms, looking her up and down. you're curious. you nod for her to continue.

"come with me to my motel and i'll leave you alone forever. you have my word." she smiles at you and crosses her heart, holding your gaze with an intense stare.

forever? why are you upset about forever? and why do you not buy her obvious lie?

"and i'm just supposed to believe you? one fuck and you're just gonna walk away?" you scoff at her.

she nods and leans in some, her perfume hitting your nose and making you dizzy. lottie licks her lips and softens her eyes. "i'm gonna be going away soon. i want my last night here to be with you. making love to you. or fucking you, if that's what you want."

you make some sort of choking laugh sound at her boldness and scratch at your neck awkwardly, staring at the letters on the cereal box and trying to make up your mind.

"are you serious?" you ask, frowning when she nods. "where are you going?"

"is that a yes?" she smirks, balling up her fists excitedly.

you let out a tiny sigh and roll your eyes, smiling lightly as you nod. "yes. but it better be a nice fucking motel."

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you end up giving lottie your contact information so she can call you later to pick you up. you're pretty sure she already had it though and she was just covering her ass. you've gotten too many "you looked pretty today" texts to assume otherwise. you start to regret it halfway through your shift when she won't stop blowing your phone up. you're excited when you go to check your phone for the time and see some notifications, only to find out they're all from lottie.

all 17 of them.

and lottie, who kept her word and left the lot, is patiently waiting by the motel where she said she'd uber you to. her body itches to go back and watch you through her car, but she has your security work cameras she hacked into to keep her from doing so. her fingers cradle your face through her screen as she watches on her phone, stomach bubbling with excitement as she waits for tonight.

when it's time to clock out, you wait outside the store and mumble to yourself as you check your phone for the uber lottie sent. should be here any second... you look up and sigh, gulping when you spot the car pull into the parking lot. you're so nervous and excited it feels like you're floating. nervous because you have no idea if lottie's being truthful. she could be taking you to her house to murder you and you'd have no idea. excited because you have no idea. it's a thrill.

the uber ride is silent and you thank god lottie's constantly texting you so you have something to busy yourself with. you arrive at some busy street and furrow your brows. this isn't the motel... leaning forward, you speak up to the driver. "uh, sorry, but i'm supposed to be at some motel."

he hums and swipes his finger against the map on his phone, not even doing or looking for anything. "no. this is where the drop-off location is."

you glance at your phone again, another notification from lottie popping up.

lottie: Are you here yet?

you thank the driver and get out, eyes scanning the busy crowd in search of lottie. it's so overwhelming as people push past and talk loudly next to you. you almost give up until you feel your phone buzz, looking down to see that lottie's calling you. you sigh with relief and pick up, still looking all over the place to see if you can spot her.

"where are you?" you both say.

"i'm waving. can you see me?" lottie's voice booms through the speaker and you grimace, holding it away from your ear as you look around. "i'm by some construction people."

suddenly, you see that big fur coat. you nod like she can see it and laugh at yourself before giving her a verbal answer. once you two spot each other, she smiles so big you can see it even though she's like a blob from where she is. she saunters toward you while you take your time and shuffle your feet, suddenly looking at her in a whole new light.

you're about to fuck your stalker.

and you like the thought of it.

you always thought of her as beautiful, but you couldn't stand how invasive she was. her attractiveness was offset by how often you got in trouble at work because of her, and you started resenting her a little bit. but you won't lie; a part deep inside of you always wished she would've tried something with you.

oh, if you only knew how often she'd break into your house....

she tells you that she wanted to walk with you over to the motel to spend more time with you. you find yourself endeared. she's quiet for once as you walk next to her, her fingers ever so often brushing against yours like she wants to hold your hand. her furry coat rubs against your arms as she tries to get closer, and you can't help but grin.

lottie leads you to her motel room, which by the way, is indeed a fancy as fuck place, and you shuffle inside. you look around in awe at the decoration and amount of space in here. damn, you could live here. when you turn around, lottie's got her coat off and is just in her beige dress. you flush and rake your eyes down her body, taking in the curves of her hips and the length of her long legs. your eyes snap back to her face when her legs move forward, and you slowly back up against the bed. you've nowhere to go when she corners you, and you fall back onto your ass, hands gripping the sheets on either side of you. she's breathing unevenly as she stares down at you, and your eyes fall to her rising chest. her nipples are poking through her dress and your mouth opens on its own as you think about getting to see them.

"you're so handsome." lottie mumbles, her hand stroking your cheek. her thumb swipes your bottom lip, cooing when you kiss it. her index finger traces your lips and slowly slips inside your mouth. it's slender and long, and you gag a little bit when she presses her finger flat against your tongue.

she huffs with a smile and her thumb taps your chin, signaling for you to open your mouth. she takes her finger out slowly and has to close your jaw for you, and she chuckles at how stunned you are.

"have you ever been with an older woman before?" she asks, bending slightly to hike her dress up with one hand, pushing you back with another.

your mouth goes dry at the sight of her bare thighs, and you let out the most embarrassing noise as she settles on top of your lap. all you can do is shake your head no. her breath hits your face and you don't know where to look. her eyes? her lips? the freckle on her nose? you're thinking too hard. and too much. you need to loosen up.

you swallow down your nerves and touch her thighs, slipping your hands under the fabric of her dress until you grab her hips. you pull her closer, biting your lip to conceal a groan as she starts grinding on your lap. the lacy material of her panties rubs against your thigh, making your clit throb as you begin to feel how wet she's getting.

your eyes droop in hunger, your head rolling forward as you ghost your lips over hers and pant desperately. she meets you halfway and completes the kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth and clashing with yours. her hand wraps around your neck and drags you down until you're flat against the mattress, holding you down with her hips and continuing to hump against your lap.

"i want to taste you. take your clothes off for me." she whispers against your lips, hands greedily pulling at your shirt to get you to hurry in doing so. she scoots off and allows you to undress while she does the same, throwing her dress off to the side and watching you with hungry eyes as you fumble with your boxers.

it's hard to concentrate on kicking them off when lottie's glistening pussy is now in your view, her bush making your brain fully malfunction. jesus, she's perfect. you want to speak up and ask if you can taste her first as she walks toward you again, impatiently yanking the rest of your boxers off your legs, but she's settled in between your legs with her nails digging possessively into your sides before you can open your mouth.

there's a twinkle in her eyes as she peers up at you from down there, and you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't holding in a bated breath, but you hear her sniff your arousal. you're so turned on by it that you close your eyes and let out a low groan, your stomach doing flips as she leans in closer and closer until her lips attach to your needy clit.

"oh, fuck," your body melts back against the mattress at the contact, and you tangle your hands through her dark hair to push her closer. she sucks harshly before pulling away, teeth scraping lightly against your clit as she does so. "shit, lottie."

"let me have you all night? i'll pay for your ride home in the morning, just let me fuck you until you pass out." she pleads, hands kneading your stomach as she presses hot, open-mouthed kisses against your thigh.

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when you wake up in the morning, missing lottie's touch, you reach over the stand-in lottie pillow she put in your arms before she left and grab your phone from the nightstand. you scroll through your phone's contacts until you reach her name and hover your finger over the screen. should you? you decide that, yes, you should, and press the call button, swallowing down any nerves you have.

the wait feels like forever and your stomach starts to hurt as you listen to the rings. you sit up straight when you hear a beep followed by the words, "we're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service." your heart pounds fast and your body sweats.

what the fuck? it must be a mistake.

you wipe your brow and look down at your phone, ending the call and hopping up from the bed. you call her again but it's the same message. was she actually leaving like she said she was and disconnected her phone? but why?

you look around the room for any sort of sign that she could still be here, but all her things are gone. you check the bathroom and even head down to the lobby to see if she might've gotten hungry and gone down for breakfast. she's not in either of those places. the receptionist didn't even see her leave.

you trudge back to the room, upset that you didn't even get to say goodbye. it's silly, you think. you barely even knew her other than the fact that she was stalking you for some reason, but you miss her. you're going to miss her. hell, you'll even miss her at work. at least your manager will be happy.

the room feels suffocating now that you're alone in it, and you look around once again, scanning for anything you might've missed. your eyes narrow when you notice there's a piece of paper on one of the nightstands. it's her handwriting, you know because of the pile of her letters in your drawer back at home, and it says:

i hope this will be enough for you. i've enjoyed our time together. - charlotte ꨄ

you feel another piece of paper underneath the letter, and when you reveal it, your eyes almost pop out of your head.

it's a check for fifty grand.

[27spoons]

You should totally do a fic or smthn where it’s just nat making out w reader. Or maybe Lottie making out w reader. Honestly anything gay…which is everything. So..yea I love everything you do. -🤺

i realised how long this was sitting in my inbox for, then realised i could literally just make it a blurb. i am so sorry, 🤺. pls forgive me 😔😔😔

anyways......... what if i said............

lottienat making out with reader??

short/sweet. sfw but suggestive themes. <800 words

The party is loud, bodies pressed together in a haze of music and cigarette—honestly, probably also weed—smoke. The bass thrums through your body, rattling your bones in time with the pulse of the shitty strobe lights. Someone's spilled beer is sticky under your Converse, but you don't care. You're not really here for the party.

You're here for them.

Natalie's back is against the wall, her face impassive, and her dark eyeliner is smudged just enough to make her look effortlessly wrecked. (You, of course, know how long she spent fussing over it to ensure it looked just right.) A cigarette dangles between her fingers, barely an afterthought as she watches you with that sharp, knowing gaze. Lottie is beside her, practically glowing in the dim lighting—something ethereal in how her lip gloss catches the neon colours from the strobe lights. 

She's softer than Nat but no less intense, and that's evident in the way her left hand has started trailing up your arm while the other firmly clutches at a Red Solo Cup.

"Y'been teasing us all night," Nat murmurs, tapping her cigarette against a makeshift ashtray on the table beside her.

"I think we deserve an apology," Lottie chimes in, tilting her head with that dreamy, faraway look, but her hand tightens around your wrist, firm and possessive—a sharp contrast.

You barely get a word out before Nat pulls you in, tasting like smoke and whiskey, her lips rough and demanding. Your back hits the wall, and Lottie makes her presence more known. She strokes your arm as your kiss with Nat shifts into a battle for dominance. The music fades into the background, and it's just three of you that remain.

Lottie's fingers trail up your jaw, guiding your face toward her as Nat pulls back just enough to watch. Her lips are softer, slower, and teasing compared to the sharp bite of Nat's—it always gives you a bit of whiplash when being pulled between them, but you've never really minded.

When she deepens the kiss, you harbour no resistance, sighing into her mouth and grabbing the thin fabric of her dress.

Natalie makes a noise—low, amused, possessive.

"Y'two are so fuckin' pretty," she murmurs, her fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, tracing lazy circles against your bare skin.

Lottie's lips linger against yours, just enough to leave you wanting more, but she's pulling back with a slight hum before you can have more. Her nails skim down your arm, teasingly contrasting how Nat's grip tightens at your waist. The rush you get from them is far more intoxicating than the buzz in your veins, more intoxicating than the whiskey on Nat's tongue, and a better high than the ditch weed you've been smoking all night.

You barely have time to register a shift happening before Nat tugs you back in, claiming your mouth like she's got something to prove. Her teeth catch your lower lip, just shy of too hard, and you whimper into her mouth. The sound earns you a quiet, satisfied chuckle from the blonde before she's diving back in, tasting your mouth and exploring the warmth that she's felt countless times before.

Lottie's fingers thread into your hair, tilting your head just enough that she can press a soft kiss against the curve of your jaw. You're sure she would let her kisses roam across your face like she usually does, but Nat seems very firm on keeping her mouth slotted against yours, so Lottie simply explores the line of your jaw and gradually up to your ear, lips lingering on that spot she loves to mark. When your whole body shudders at the feeling of her lips against that spot, you can feel the smirk pressed to your skin.

"I think…" she murmurs, voice the perfect picture of faux innocence, "we should take this somewhere else."

Nat grunts in agreement when she pulls back from your lips, her eyes blown (and not just from whatever she's been taking tonight). "Yeah. 'fore I decide I don't give a shit about an audience."

Her hand slips lower, fingers ghosting over the waistband of your jeans, and you find yourself nodding before you even have time to process the action.

Nat presses one last kiss to the corner of your mouth as Lottie takes your hand and leads you out of the house party and back to her car. You'd be lying if you said you weren't looking forward to getting out of there all night.

Now, the real fun begins.

[daylighted]

introducing . . . queen bee ! reader !!

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where would the yellowjackets be without their queen ─ their bee ㅤ ㅤ the muse to lottie matthews' madness ㅤ ㅤ the diamond to natalie scatorccio's rough ㅤ ㅤ and the anchor to jackie taylor's spiral ㅤ ㅤ charismatic, golden, wearing a crown of wildflowers of rose pink and violet ㅤ ㅤ pink bedazzled walkman & deftones cassettes ㅤ ㅤ treated like a princess, worshipped like a deity ㅤ ㅤ a softness that cannot be broken by the wilderness

LOTTIE'S HONEYPOT ! SOON.

NATALIE'S HONEYPOT ! SOON.

JACKIE'S HONEYPOT ! SOON.

to bee or not to bee ? requests for any of the other yellowjackets ? want to discuss bee & her girls ? meet me in my inbox !

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notes. yellowjackets fever is so strong. and they r all so pretty this season. and i had the thought of the yellowjackets having a pretty little queen bee in their mix :') anyways PLEASSEEE INDULGE ME ON THIS I LOVE WOMEN SOOOO BAD

[natsredbra]

Velvet & vice II

summary: Sometimes, the best moves happen offstage.

pairing: customer!Lottie x stripper!fem!reader

a/n: Yayyyy im so happy this is finally out (even tho i lowk hate it)! I hope you guys like it though because it seems a bit bloated and whatnot to me, im happy to get feedback as always. Also i had to proofread this on my phone to add emojis to the text parts. English isn’t my first language!

warnings: strip clubs, alcohol, suggestive themes, making out, angst if you squint

word count: 3.9k

part 1

taglist: @towabirdno1fan @minariiis @lesbabe6 @maksysti @radioactivesweet @ambessasevikasexslave @ashliami @johnnytoothpick @ikeepgettinglostwithchairs @jinxslapdog

You woke up in a cold bed, alone, your very first thought being that this wasn’t your bed at all. Hearing the faint commotion of the coffee maker, all memories from last night suddenly hit you.

Your hair stanched of smoke and bad decisions as you scanned the room for your clothes. Spotting them all, in the most quiet fashion you got up and started getting dressed, ready to sneak out. Was it the best thing to do? No. But you were way past good choices right now.

Silently, picking up all your stuff you tiptoed to the front door, getting the hell out of that house. Once the door clicked you could hear Lottie calling your name, which made you walk faster, barefoot. Not like you could run away in 7 inch heels - though at least they weren’t your platforms.

As soon as you got down to a more civilized street, you called over a cab once you spotted it.

As soon as it drove up to you, you got inside, telling the man your address.

You pulled a compact mirror out of your purse, internally groaning at the sight. Your entire base was gone - likely lingering on Lottie’s pillow, while your mascara was smudged all over. You weren’t sure if you thought you looked like a panda or a raccoon. And of course, your hair was no better either - messy and all over the place. Fortunately for you, you carried some wet wipes and removed what little was left of your makeup.

Finally, your hand landed on your cellphone. 8%, enough to make one call.

“Hey?” A voice belonging to your coworker and friend Jade called out.

“Hi. What’s up?” You growled out, hoarse.

“Not much, honestly. You don’t sound too good.” She said bluntly.

“I’m having a bad morning. Anyway, I was calling to see if you could cover for me tonight.” You said hopefully. Fingers crossed, I guess.

“Seriously? I don’t-“

“I’ll do your Friday!” You cut her off. Sure, Fridays make bank but they’re also a pain in the ass.

“…Deal.” She relented, after which you blew her a few kisses over the phone.

“Ugh, I love you!” You exclaimed dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah. Better be there on Friday.” Jade said in a flat tone before hanging up.

Now you could finally breathe out. There was no doubt that Lottie would be back tonight, even though it was a Wednesday. She simply struck you as that kind of person, one that wouldn’t wanna leave anything unfinished, even if it ended badly.

As if on cue, the car pulled up in front of your apartment building, and you hastily paid up and made your way upstairs.

Plopping down on your couch, you prayed that a gallon of coffee would magically appear in your hand, along with a painkiller. You were a little hungover even, likely since you took shots between rounds. Don Julio 1942. You’d even think she was trying to impress you, but she wasn’t falshy like that. And as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret anything that happened. It was hard with the ache between your legs being such a bittersweet reminder of the events that took place.

Without even realizing it, minutes after plugging your cell to charge you dozed off in the living room. It was that same phone that woke you up approximately four hours later - once you did awake you felt even worse somehow. Still, you lit up the screen and checked your messages.

“AHHH! Saw you leave with that hot girl last night, I need the teaaa!” - Jackie💕

Should’ve expected it.

“We hooked up, not much more to it tbh.” You replied.

“Suuure, but we’re still going for drinks tomorrow, I’m off too.”

“And wear that new black top you told me about, you’re gonna look sooooo super hot :))” - Jackie💕

Of course, she left no room for argument.

“Fine, but it’s your treat.” You texted back before putting the device away.

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Tomorrow night came sooner then you thought, and there you were in your cramped bathroom, drinking diet coke while doing your makeup.

Trying to get a perfect wing for your eyeliner, you pondered on the text lingering in your phone.

“Everything okay? Missed you yesterday.” -Lottie club

Yeah. You didn’t respond. What the hell were you even supposed to say? “I had three cosmos before my dance and I shouldn’t have come with you” ? (You were going to but realized how bad of an explenation that was).

Most likely because booze wasn’t the reason. You wanted to go. You wanted her. But you’d need to admit that to yourself before Lottie. It was a dumb mistake, a slip up. A one night stand, and it couldn’t happen again.

Finally getting dressed, you put on the shirt that Jackie suggested as well as some flared jeans in the back of your closet. Anyway, you looked amazing.

“Y/N!” Jackie called out, sitting by the bar as you entered it. You sat on the high chair, greeting the girl.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late, traffic was horrible.” You huffed, setting your bag down.

"That's alright, I haven't been here too long." Jackie replied, waving her hand in dismissal as you put in your order hastly.

"Okay, well how have you been?" You asked, turning on the barstool to face her.

She herself looked gorgeous too. There were her signature glittery eyes and glossed lips that made her features stand out, as well as a black based floral sundress that hugged her curves perfectly.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." She brushed the question off, "Tell me about the other night." Jackie exclaimed with a grin, sipping her diabolically pink, sugary cocktail.

"Not much to tell. I mean the sex was great but then I snuck out in the morning.” You said in a flat tone, making Jackie’s eyes pop out of her sockets.

“What do you mean you snuck out?!” She exclaimed.

“I mean I just slipped out when I woke up. I wasn’t gonna deal with all that!” You fought back.

You dreaded coming here too. Knowing Jackie, she’d always be this pushy, and knowing you, you’d bottle everything up until it was dangerously close to spilling over.

“Are you serious? Why?” She inquired.

“Because I made a huge mistake. Who sleeps with a client? It’s like the first thing you’re told not to do!” You tried to reason with her, though she didn’t seem to bite.

“A very hot and rich client?”

Well when you put it that way…

No. No way, you may be a stripper but you won’t let yourself be a sugar baby to a girl your same age.

“Jackie, those are not the only important things. Maybe, if you’re a one time thing kinda girl but you know I’m not.” You argued.

“Maybe she’d date you.” Jackie said, though you both knew it was utter bullshit.

You just gave her a small eye roll and and stayed quiet, not exactly wanting to voice why she would never actually go out with you. Slut, whore, hooker, stage stain and many more were names people you tried to be in a relationship in would call you. Safe to say, all ended badly, as if you weren’t simply trying to get by, just like them.

It always hurt you, no matter how many times it happened, because you still let yourself fucking hope. You still always hoped to find someone who would accept you, full package, and not just pinpoint what worked for them.

“Sure she would.” You retorted sarcastically.

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About a month had passed since your encounter with Lottie, and you weren’t quite over it yet. Still, you thanked every god you knew about that she didn’t show up at the club.

In this particular moment, you sat in the backstage, applying eyeshadow when someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“Hey. Need any help?” Jade said, leaning on the counter beside you. Her hair almost reached her elbows as it trailed down her back, her body barely covered in a black babydoll with rhinestones.

“Nah, I'm okay.” You said, gluing your lashes on.

“Okay. I'll leave you, I'm having a bit of fun tonight. anyway” She said in a singsongy voice before walking off. You chuckled a little, thinking her idea of fun was likely some stupid guy buying her a few extra drinks. Not like she was to blame, it was fun to milk those dickheads for everything they were worth. Unless they acted respectful - which was tough to find.

Finally you went out, greeting the crowd with a big smile and a killer dance. Playing in the back was an upbeat pop song to which you swayed your hips in a faster manner, eventually dropping the skimpy dress to your feet, staying in your lacy, overdesigned langerie, spinning around the pole with practiced movement.

You thought you would faint if you saw Lottie after all this time. Not seeing her was bittersweet and you found yourself thinking that if she did come, she'd want a simple show.

Much worse, you wanted to cry, since you did spot her, surprisingly, and it made you feel like you got stabbed in the chest. Because unlike last time, she wasn’t in the crowd, engrossed with heart eyes, looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

No, this time she wasn’t even watching from the sidelines. This time, her arm was entwined with Jade’s, who led her into the private space. Once the song ended you scrambled all your tips and rushed to the ready room, avoiding any conversation and catcalling.

It was such a gnawing feeling, her pretending to care, and then doing this. Her writing to you and showing up just for Jade to snatch your ride and take it for a spin.

“Y/N, I need you on the main floor.” A manager said, kocking on the door hastly.

You let out a frustrated groan, not exactly in the mood to deal with drunk men and get payed with crumpled five dollar bills.

Still, you went out and immediately were met with a swarm of guys calling you over. You recognized a regular, making your way over to him. He was mostly nice, save for some comments, and spent a few hundred at most - which was still more then usual when mingling with the average folk. And he was your age, at least.

“Hello there.” He said, a low smirk on his face as he spread his legs slightly.

“Hey Trav.” You greeted, putting your best seductive face on.

By now you already knew what works for him, as well as all the tips and tricks that’d make him drop a few extra bills. A couple of his friends cheered over to him, though he payed them no mind.

“Good day?” He asked to make the time flow nicely and as little awkward for him as possible.

“It was. And you?” You asked. And no, you did not have a good day. Not that he actually wanted to hear about it.

“Yeah, it was fine. Work’s been crazy though.”

“Don’t I know it.” You humored, hands tracing his shoulders as your waist met his on your way down. He slipped a 50 into your bra.

Finally, you felt like something was going your way, even if it meant subcontiously manipulating a dude.

“You look especially good tonight. New set?” The guy under you pondered, nodding to your clothes.

“Something like that.” You replied teasingly, finishing the dance off with a finall roll of your hips. From Travis, you gathered 150$. Not too shabby.

“See ya. You know, one day you gotta give me that number.” He said, making you internally roll your eyes. Externally you just scoffed, giving him a small wave before walking off.

“Y/N!” Misty, a server called out to you.

“Yeah?” You replied, the girl always annoyed you, though truth to be told you were already agitated.

“There’s a Charlotte Matthews asking for you.” She said once she set down a shaker of shots on someone’s table.

“Who’s that?” You asked, a puzzled expression on your face.

“I don’t know, some girl. Just go see her, she’s in the VIP.” Misty called out, disappearing before you could protest.

Not that you really wanted to, anyway. She’s a girl, and she’s in the premium space so she might be the easiest customer you’d have all night.

Unfortonately in your working haze you didn’t stop to think what specific nickname could be taken out of “Charlotte.” At least not until you saw her sitting at the bar with a bored expression.

“What is it?” You barked, walking over and standing next to her barstool.

“Excuse me? I should be asking you that.” Lottie said, turning to face you.

"How do you figure that?" You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Because you- look, I don't know why you ran away or why you ignored me but I'd like to." She said, sounding awfully sincere.

"I felt like it." You retorted childishly

"Right. Just how I felt like getting a dance from that tall girl." Lottie said

"Jade's beautiful." You replied right away. Your tone had a facetious bite to it.

"She is. But you're my favorite." She stated, eyes boring into yours. "Did I see you with Travis Martinez?"

"Yeah...why?"

"Well he's an asshole." She said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"They all are. He's still a customer." You replied, patience wearing thin.

"Seriously, he cheated on my friend." Lottie stated with a small grimace

“Lottie, what do you want? Another dance?" You asked in a flat tone, dismissing the former topic.

"An explanation." The girl shot back, though in the same moment you heard a man call your name.

"I have to go deal with actual customers." You called out before walking off.

"Wait!" She yelled, grabbing you by the arm. "He a regular?" Lottie asked, pointing to him. “What’s he usually pay you?” She asked once you nodded.

You were a little stunned by the question. "Like...a couple hundred?"

"I'll double it. Just let me have one conversation." Lot said in a pleading tone.

"Fine." You relented, mostly to get her off your back.

You led Lottie outside to your usual smoking spot, the infamous “Blacklight” sign casting a red glow over her gorgeous face. She put her jacket over your half naked form, stepping closer. 

“I can’t stop thinking about what happened. Especially not after the other day.” She spoke softly. 

Oh yeah- the other day. The other day, you agreed to meet the girl Jackie was dating, and she so happened to be Lottie’s best friend. Who had to bring her along. Her visit today wasn’t all that unexpected when you think about it. 

~

It was a beautiful day, sitting outside in a coffee shop next to a small park, waiting for your friends. You made it first since you had some errands to run close by. 

“Y/N!” Jackie shouted, clutching Shauna’s arm. Setting your drink down, you have her a small wave, the sweet smile on your face disappearing once you saw who was behind her. 

“Hey, I’m Lottie. Not sure if you remember, but you danced for me a couple weeks ago.” She said, visiably nervous while extending her hand for a handshake. In order to let things run smoothly you took it, squeezing it harder then need be. 

She sat right next to you, and you didn’t dare turn your head. It was bad enough that you didn’t expect her presence in the least, and now you were meant to entertain it? Yeah right.

Why would Jackie do this? Were all three of them playing dumb or did they really not tell Shauna about your little get together a while back? Was it all a fucking scheme? Sure enough, you iced Jackie out for days after. 

Well you did talk to the girl after a bit, and she went on a rant about how perfect you were for each other if you would give the poor girl a chance. It just made you angrier at them.

~

“Oh the other day? When the two of you fucking cornered me?” You spat, standing quite close too. How did she even have the guts to bring it up?

“I’m sorry we did that, look if it’s worth anything, Shauna was furious at the both of us.” Lottie said apologetically

“She didn’t know?” You asked, quite surprised. 

“No, she never would’ve went with it…look, I know it was shitty of me but I needed to see you. Even if I pissed you off like crazy.” She confessed, looking anywhere but your eyes. 

“Well you did piss me off. But it was kind of…romantic?” You said, unsure. 

Your mind was utterly at war. Here was this girl, standing before you, begging for your forgiveness and a chance. And the thing is, it wasn’t just any girl. It was the most perfect one you encountered yet.

God, how you wanted to wipe that cute grin off her face. And God, how you hated yourself for actually not wanting to do it at all. She looked illuminating, really. Both in the moonlight and sunlight, you learned as of late. 

“I don’t know why you just ditched. I wish you didn’t. I made you a really good latte.” She spoke up again, making your own lips travel upwards. 

“You’re dumb.” You said quietly, your chests brushing against one another. 

“Maybe I am. Fucking crazy too.” She whispered, practically against your lips. 

It was as if a switch flipped in you. In this moment, staring into her eyes, you couldn’t help but realize that all this time, you let your insecurities hold you back. An amazing oppertunity presented itself to you, and you best believe you weren’t gonna pass it up because of your addled brain.

It seemed as if neither of you could take it anymore. Your lips crashed into one another, bodies rocking together in a desperate, long awaited dance. Was it cliche to fall for a girl you met three times? Yes. But it was different with Lottie and you. You both had a fire, a passion inside you that sparked for one another. 

She really did spend a month thinking about a stunning girl that whispered sweet nothings to her when her orgasm crashed over her body. You were no better. 

Who even cares? You’re young, you should mess around with someone as risky as her. 

“Go out with me. Please? Give me a proper chance” Lottie panted, still holding onto one of your cheeks. 

“Okay…yeah, take me out.” You nodded, looking up at her. 

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Standing in front of your bathroom mirror, double checking your makeup in the reflection, you finished up getting ready for her to take you out for the third time.

The last flowers she got you barely plummeted, however you knew they'd get replaced by the ones she'd bring tonight. The shirt you wore hugged your body deliciously, making all your best features pop. It was fun, leaving a lot to the imagination even though she already kissed every inch of your bare skin.

A ring at your door made you jump slightly, tough you rushed over as soon as you heard it. You really were acting like a horny teenager.

"Hi. You look...wow." Lottie said chuckling, inevitably handing you a fresh bouquet of lilies.

"You're not too bad either. Come on, the reservation is soon." You said, exiting the place hurriedly.

The drive over was filled by a comfortable silence and your hand in hers, but once you wined and dined, there was no way for you to shut up.

It was like this every time. By date number three, you'd think all the secrets were spilled, still, with Lottie, there was always something interesting to talk about.

She wouldn't let you pay either, role playing as a true gentleman.

One of the most prominent things while you did this was a rule: no sex until you became official. Really, the both of you just wanted to ensure that this goes fucking right, it'd be silly to lose such a person over a misunderstanding like before, which is why you got dizzy as a few words escaped her mouth while she walked you to your door, hand on the small of your back.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Lottie asked, admittedly after four glasses of wine.

Stopping in your tracks as you unlocked your apartment and turned to her.

"Are you serious?" You inquired softly, taking a step towards her.

"You don't want to? That's okay I just-" She started, a slightly hurt expression on her face.

"Lottie, yes, a million times, yes." You cut her off.

The charge between you changed drastically, and her face gave away a lot as she pushed you door open with a devilish grin.

You followed her inside, smiling to yourself as well. It was almost cute, how she was so giddy when you said yes. There was no doubt to what was about to happen, and you felt a wave of arousal and contentment hit you. That was it, you were locked in with her. You finally got the happy ending you always dreamed of, at least for a moment.

————————————

“Babe! I got chinese and that book you told me about yesterday!” Lottie called out, entering your shared penthouse.

Yes, it had been a year or so since you started dating, and you recently decided to move in together as well. You still worked, but only part time and focued on your studies while Lottie’s guilt ridden dad took care of the both of you. However when you did go in, your beautiful girlfriend was always there to support you.

You even got a kitten named Ziggy. She was only three months old but loved to play around, and was getting used to her surroundings since you picked her up from the street.

“Hey sweetheart!” She greeted her, scratching behind her ears as she sat the food down on the coffee table.

Lottie climbed atop of you while you were under a blanket, watching a show you didn’t pay much attention to.

“I missed you.” You said, kissing the top of her head.

“Missed you too. Jackie and Shauna will be here in a few by the way, they just went to get snacks.” She murmured into your chest.

“Oh good, I was wondering where they were.” You replied, knowing the plan was to have a movie night with the two.

“Think Jackie will make us see some romcom or cheesy flick again?” The girl joked (mostly), breathing you in.

“Probably.” You chimed, rubbing her back.

“We’re here!”

“And we’re watching The Notebook!”

A couple hours after, the four of you were splayed across the couch, laughing about unimportant topics while munching on takeout that got cold, passing the kitty around to cuddle.

At this moment, you realized just how truly happy you are. Here you were with your best friends and the love of your life, no real worries or burdens, simply existing after an interesting period of your life - a fun, lively one that provided you with everything you now knew. Still, it was an almost closed chapter, and you were okay with that.

That contentment? Definitely lasted more then a moment.

[therealantlerqueen]

OMG NOT MY SHAYLA🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[cherrynailsgrl]

So. Coach Ben is going to throw bear spray in Shauna's eyes? Or another one is going to do that? Because im pretty sure that Shauna eyes were burned with it.

[mirrored-muse]

ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ, ɪ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ. | ʟ.ᴍ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 824 (blurb)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜɪ! ꜱᴏ ᴛᴡ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴋʟᴇ.

The woods stretched out before you, vast and seemingly never-ending. Towering trees lined the trail in front of you, their shadows making it difficult to see across the path. But with Lottie by your side, the wilderness didn’t feel so scary, at least, not until the ground gave out from under you.

Your foot caught on a hidden root, twisting your ankle in a painful, unnatural direction. A sharp, strangled cry slipped from your lips as you tumbled forward, hitting the ground hard. Your palms scraped against the jagged rocks beneath the dirt, and a sharp jolt of pain shot through your leg.

“Lottie,” you gasped, your breath quickening as the pain worsened, your body unable to keep you steady.

Lottie was there in an instant, her presence like a lifeline. She crouched down beside you, her hands immediately reaching for your leg. Her gaze softened when she saw the way you winced.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was calm, but there was an edge of panic to it you could hear beneath her steadiness.

“I think I twisted my ankle. It really hurts.” You tried to move it, but the instant you did, pain surged through your body, and you groaned, biting your lip to stop from crying out.

Her hands were gentle as she inspected your ankle, her fingertips gliding over your skin with a careful touch. “Let me see it,” she murmured, and her eyes locked onto you as she began to unwrap the scarf from around her neck.

You watched her, the way her face softened into a worried frown. Even out here, with the trees closing in around you and no one else in sight, she made you feel like everything would be okay. You trusted her completely, even now when you were sitting on the ground with a throbbing ankle.

With a few quick motions, she fashioned a makeshift bandage and wrapped it around your injured foot. Her fingers were light and reassuring, as though her touch alone could take all your pain away.

“There. How’s that feel?” she asked, her voice low and soothing.

You tried moving your foot again, but it was too much. You let out a breathy laugh, half in frustration and half in relief. “Not great,” you admitted, wincing at the strain in your voice. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk on it anytime soon.”

Lottie didn’t say anything right away. She just helped you to your feet slowly, her hands guiding you upright. The second you tried to put weight on your foot, your face contorted in pain, and you stumbled against her. She wrapped her arm around your waist instantly, pulling you close and holding you steady.

“Alright. No way you’re walking back like this.” She gave you a small smile, though you could see the worry in her eyes. “Lean on me.”

“Lottie…” You protested weakly, but she was already supporting most of your weight, her shoulder acting as your steady anchor. There was no way you were getting away from her.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” she said softly, her voice calm. “We’ll get back to the cabin, no problem. I’ve got you.”

You leaned into her, a little embarrassed but so grateful for her unwavering support. The air was crisp, and your heart beat a little faster in your chest, not just from the pain but from the closeness. Her arm still wrapped around you, like she wasn’t planning on letting you go, not for a second.

Every step felt longer than the last, but you didn’t mind. Because with her, you felt like you could endure anything. You could survive the wilderness as long as she was there to hold you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered after a while, the ache in your ankle still sending sharp pains up your leg. “I didn’t mean to slow us down.”

Lottie laughed softly, the sound a sweet salve to your worried mind. “Are you kidding? It’s okay. You’re not slowing me down at all.” Her voice softened, and you could hear the affection in it. “I’d carry you if I had to.”

You couldn’t help but smile, despite the pain. “You’d carry me? You sure you’d be able to?”

Lottie huffed out a quiet laugh, nudging you with her shoulder. “I’d find a way,” she said, her voice light, but her eyes steady on yours. “I mean, you’d owe me big time, but I’d do it.”

You leaned a little more into her as you walked, the pain still sharp, but dulled by her help. “I think I already owe you,” you murmured.

“Nah,” she replied, glancing down at you with a small smile. “This is just what we do. You’d do the same for me.”

You didn’t answer right away, just nodded and kept walking with her, one slow step at a time, the two of you making your way through the silence of the woods.

[spiderb00bs]

- MISERY

Charlotte Alden x reader

"Your girlfriend will make sure you don't forget who you belong to"

genre - smut 18+ MDNI warnings - face sitting, asphyxia, Charlotte is Charlotte, so...

Now Playing - Misery, by Maroon 5

"I am in misery there ain't nobody who can comfort me"

You're tired!

Every day went by extremely slowly, and it was almost as if the universe was torturing you in every possible way. You had classes that went by extremely slowly, you had practices for soccer games that you didn't want to go to, you had hours and hours of internships at your girlfriend's father's big company, and because of that, you still had hours and hours of “quality time” with your girlfriend.

Charlotte Alden was the kind of girl everyone always kept their eyes on. She's beautiful, rich, intelligent, and she can wipe you off the map in the snap of a finger if you step into her boots. Everyone wanted to be with her, or be her. Charlotte was like a queen in high school, based on the stories you heard from her friends, and it seems this whole title carried over into college.

Your story with Charlotte wasn't so normal. I mean, sure, you had fallen in love with her and she had already fallen in love with you before that. But before the two of you were officially a couple, Charlotte chose you. The brunette saw every detail of you, she remembers very well when she saw you wandering aimlessly around the college hallways, almost like a lost puppy. A puppy that desperately needed an owner in your life, a puppy that needed someone to pull on your collar and get you back on track.

And that someone was her.

Since then, your life has taken a complete turn, your grades have improved, because Charlotte couldn't date someone who would fall behind. Your clothes have changed, from band shirts and baggy jeans to sweaters and elegant shirts and well-ironed pants. You should do some sport, because Charlotte doesn't like it when you sit still. And you'll definitely accept the internship her father has for you, because she's tired of being spoiled by her father, so you have to have money to spoil her now.

Your whole routine, your days, hours, minutes. Fuck, your whole world revolves around Charlotte Alden, and you're tired of it!

When you open the door to the apartment - yes, apartment. Cause you're crazy if you think Charlotte Alden is going to share a college dorm room - that you share with your girlfriend, all you can do is let out a sigh of relief. The day at Company Alden had been extremely stressful, and you just wanted to lie down and sleep until next year. You knew that Mr. Alden had a purpose when he tripled the amount of work for you, he was training you to take over the company. You remember him mentioning it once or twice, always putting the word “marriage” between sentences.

Honestly, you didn't have the strength to fight that crazy family anymore, you were just accepting what they were giving you. But damn, sometimes you wanted to explode in their faces.

The sound of footsteps made you look up, seeing your girlfriend walking towards you with an unflattering look on her face. At that moment you knew the night was far from over.

“Where were you?” These are the words that come out of your girlfriend's mouth, and honestly, you have to stop yourself from opening the living room window and throwing yourself off the building.

“What do you mean where I was?” You ask, still incredulous at your girlfriend's attitude. “I was working!”

“You're lying!” Charlotte's voice makes you want to melt, but the tone she uses with you makes you want to roll your eyes. My God, even you are confused by this woman.

“Charlie, you literally have my location on your cell phone!” You say, trying to put an end to whatever this was, before it goes to the next level.

“What do you want me to think? You took forever to get home!” Charlotte says, crossing her arms and walking away from you - into the kitchen.

“I just want you to trust me!” You say last, following the woman before shaking your head negatively. “You know what, I'm tired. I spent the whole day doing a lot of things and I just wanted to get home and rest. Believe what you want, I'm done with this!”

Seeing you start towards the stairs on the second floor of the apartment, Charlotte quickly follows you, entering the room and closing the door with a slam. “What do you mean you're done? Are you breaking up with me? You can't break up with me!”

Hearing your girlfriend's words made you let out a tired huff, unbuttoning your social shirt as you turned to look into the brown-haired girl's eyes.

“No, that's not what I meant.” Charlotte could see the fury in your eyes, but it didn't scare her one bit. “I'm just tired of it all. This isn't the life I want to be living!”

Your words made Charlotte shake her head, the expression of disbelief marked on her face. Your girlfriend simply couldn't imagine how ungrateful you were being right now. She'd just given you everything, handed it to you on a golden platter, put you to work in her father's company, helped you dress better, and a thousand other things. Holy shit! You had her, Charlotte Alden herself, all to yourself.

“Are you saying you're tired of me?”

Of course she would make it all about her. It could even be about her, since she's the one who got you into all this in the first place. But you love Charlotte, and as much as she was one of the most spoiled women you've ever met in your life, you could never live without her.

“What? No! I didn't say that.” You argued.

“But that's what it sounded like!” Your girlfriend's immediate response hit you like a bowling ball to the head. And you didn't even notice the brunette approaching, too busy clutching the side of your head, waiting for that twinge to go away.

“Yeah, but it didn't…”

“You know what I think, baby?” Charlotte's voice made you look up slightly, now seeing how close your bodies were.

Your girlfriend was tall, but you were still a few inches taller, but despite everything, that didn't stop you from feeling so small in front of her. Charlotte put her arms around your shoulders, grabbing you and pulling you closer to her, your hands quickly gripping her waist, almost like muscle memory. Her characteristic sarcastic smile was on full display, and that was enough for you to know what was coming.

Leaning in, your girlfriend's lips brushed lightly against your ear, and you could feel her warm breath, sending a shiver down your neck. “I think you need to relax.”

Your girlfriend's hands reached for your chest, pushing you down onto the bed, making you fall into a sitting position. Charlotte quickly mounted you, wrapping her legs around you, her hands in your hair and her brown eyes looking at you in a different way, almost as if you were her prey.

She was the tigress, and she was ready to pounce on you, her prey.

“Shall we have some fun?” Your hands were positioned comfortably on your girlfriend's legs, you knew what was coming, and so did she. “Do you still want me as your stress relief?”

The peck on her lips made you shake your head immediately, even if you knew it was all a show. And just as you suspected, the expression on your girlfriend's face changed completely, following her untying the silk robe she was wearing.

If before you had been completely disarmed, now you were completely immobile. The weariness in your eyes had disappeared, giving way to the lust that now exuded from the room. Your girlfriend's flashing smile made you even hornier, and your hands were roaming freely over her big thighs, while you could feel her liquid dripping down your abdomen.

“You're so much more than that, Charlie…” You said, knowing that the brunette must still be a little angry with you for the previous argument.

“Exactly.” Charlotte said, moving her hips up your body, sitting comfortably on your chest. “You'll never leave me, baby. You'll never be tired of me. You just need a boost."

Her hands ran through your hair, trying to get your agitated breathing to calm down, even though she knew you would never be calm with her on top of you. Charlotte knew the power she had over you, and she loved it.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Charlotte tilted her head slightly to the left, almost as if she was mocking you, almost as if she was sure you couldn't handle her.

“Yes! Please Char, let me make you feel good!” You begged, causing your girlfriend's eyes to glaze over and her to let out a giggle.

Charlotte crawled even further on top of you, leaving her intimacy flush with your face. Your mouth was dry and you just needed her to quench your thirst.

“Please, Char. You're just torturing me now!” You said, grabbing her thighs in an attempt to make her lower her hips onto you.

“I like making you desperate for…” Your girlfriend's voice was quickly cut off as you pulled her thighs apart hard enough to make her collapse on top of you.

You both moaned. You moaned when you felt the taste of your girlfriend in your mouth, and Charlotte moaned when she felt your mouth finally reach the place she so desperately wanted. The brown-haired woman's hands went straight to your hair, pulling and letting the slight pain run through the strands. Charlotte's mouth was open in a perfect “O”, and she swore you were fucking her in the most passionate way ever.

“Fuck baby, show me how frustrated you are.”

The words your girlfriend let out between moans served as fuel for you to do your best. One of your hands - which had been on her waist - moved down, positioning itself on her clit, massaging it and causing Charlotte to arch her back and squeeze her thighs around your head, cutting off your air circulation.

You knew that with Charlotte, nothing was by chance. She could be at her best, but she would still be planning every detail of the moment, doing everything possible and impossible to be in control. Her thighs squeezed tightly around your head, and you dug your nails deep into her hips.

“Hold on a little longer, baby. I'm gonna cum!”

Her voice was a distant roar in your ears, and even though you were about to pass out between your girlfriend's legs, you kept doing your job.

Charlotte's thighs trembled in your hands, and you knew she was coming. Unfortunately, her grip around your head didn't loosen. Desperate for air, your legs began to struggle, trying to get the brunette woman off you. Seeing your desperation, Charlotte laughed again, within the haze of pleasure, getting off you, only to sit on your chest, looking at you with fun as you breathed deeply.

She was clearly enjoying seeing your situation. Your face was red, the veins in your neck were bursting, and her fluids were dripping down your nose, mouth and chin. Still in the foggy haze that was your head now, you didn't notice Charlotte picking up her phone, you certainly didn't notice her opening the camera either, but you certainly felt the pain of the camera flash in your eyes.

“Do you always have to take pictures?” You asked with a snort, knowing your girlfriend's annoying habit of taking pictures of you at somewhat… questionable moments.

“You know you love it.” Your girlfriend smiled, lying down next to you and running her hands through your hair in an attempt to make it tidy.

“I love you.” You said, kissing the brunette and letting her taste you on the lips.

“I know, I love you too, baby.” Looking at you, Charlotte was sure she was going to make sure you never forgot that. Make sure you were hers forever. “Forever and Always.”

hello everyone. i wrote all this in 30 minutes, it was simply a bomb of inspiration. Well, my cousin was watching Status Update when I got home from college, and I was simply mesmerized by Courtney Eaton! I remembered her from that movie, but I didn't remember that she was SO GOOD.

So I kind of made it based on my life. I'm TIRED, I'm honestly a zombie walking around, college is kicking my ass, I'm trying to keep going to the gym often - cos that's one of the things I love to do - but I got a job, so I'm fighting against time.

Anyway, I'm finishing Jenna's story, it's almost ready to post, but I wanted to post Charlotte's first.

Wow, I've dumped it all here, lol. Well, I hope you're all well, drink some water and stay safe.

xoxo, spider

[sunshiny-rants]

sometimes I forget that yellowjackets is a horror show and not a cute 90s high school sitcom but sapphic, where the goth loner surprises everyone by going out with the geeky theatre kid, and the uptight christian girl chills out when she starts smoking weed with her stoner girlfriend, and the mean lesbian and her butch are running the girls locker room like it’s a gay speakeasy and their exasperated health teacher/soccer coach has to keep getting them out of trouble and no one gets lost in the woods or cannibalized

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hi! I love your yellowjackets post they're seriously so cute!

could you do another lottie matthews x f reader? more pouty lottie lmao it was cute to read about. thank you!!!!!!

{Lottie gets a little jealous}

Aahh, thank you lovely!! enjoy <3

Lottie knows she’s got a face like thunder right now— her eyes practically burning holes into the back of your head as you chat to some other girl, some girl who was on the opposing team! It sent her body into haywire, taut and oh so pissed off.

It’s not your fault, you’re a little social butterfly— you’d talk to just about anyone who’d spark up a conversation with you and it’s not like she doesn’t trust you, no, she just doesn’t trust this girl whose practically undressing you with her stupid eyes. She was seething in dizzying jealousy. Her stretches now the last thing on her mind as she storms across the field to you, arms instantly curling around your waist tightly— her grip possessive.

“O-Oh— hey,” You stutter out, trying to keep it cool as she tugs you back against her slightly— scowling over at the blondie you were talking to with a venomous look. “Thought you were stretching?”

“Needed a spotter.” She all but grumbles, lips pursing out into a pout that you can feel against your neck— her hands holding your hips.

“For stretching?” You cock your brow questioning, biting back a smirk as you catch a glimpse of her eyes— usually soft and doe-like now narrowed into dark slits of hate towards this stranger that had stolen up all your attention.

“Yes for stretching—” she bites back all too quickly with a small huff and the girl gets the hint, walking away back to her team with a small wave. Lottie despises the way you wave back at her, it’s completely irrational but it’s there and it’s suffocating her. “C’mon, please.”

You frown back at her, arms crossed over your chest and she knows that she’s messed up— yeah, maybe she came on a little too hard with all the dirty looks and the death grip around your waist. “You wanna tell me what that was all about?”

Of course, you knew, you knew exactly what her problem was from her pouty lips and knitted brows— the way she was clinging onto you like she was trying to merge your body with her own. You could read your girlfriend like an open book.

“She was looking at you like—” she huffs, waving her hand in a loose, frustrated gesture, “—like how I look at you, she was drooling all over you!”

You laugh, sharp and sudden— immediately slapping your hand over your mouth as you watch her shoulders deflate, unable to hold eye contact with you as she suddenly feels very silly for getting all worked up over nothing. “sorry, sorry.” You giggle, sighing softly. “Baby, you got nothing to be jealous of, I’m yours, yeah?”

“Still, it's annoying.” She huffs, pursing her lips to the side— cheeks puffing out slightly.

“Hey— look at me.” You coo softly, letting your hand cup her face and she immediately melts like wax beneath a flame— leaning into your hand like a needy puppy. “Whose number am I wearing?”

Her brown eyes flutter down to the jersey you’re dolled up in— heart skipping a few beats, stomach swooping as she reads the number, her number. “Mine.” Her plump lips soften into a dopey smile, turning her head to brush a kiss to the inside of your wrist— emboldened, she draws closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you back into her, her lips pressing a kiss to yours, smile widening. “Mine.” She repeats with a giggle, muffled by another kiss.