#charlotte matthews x you

[cherrynailsgrl]

I want it to be Valentine's, but no Valentine.

I mean, VALENTINE’S.

my cannibal girls, I miss you so much☹️

[t4tlottie]

you and me, forevermore | lottie matthews

— pairing: post-crash lottie matthews x gn!reader

— summary: after lottie leaves swizterland and comes back home to you for new year's eve, you make the hasty decision to propose to her just before the ball drops. (based on this)

— wordcount: 734

You've been glued to Lottie's side ever since she got back.

The two of you spent at least two hours cuddling in bed before you suggested going out into the living room to celebrate New Year's Eve with everyone, only if she wanted to of course. You would have had no issue if she refused; you'd still be with her in your stuffy room. She agreed though, mostly because of how enthusiastic you seemed to be now that she was back. That moment when she first locked eyes with you again, she saw how dead the light in your eyes was. It was like you weren't even there. It reminded her of how she felt after they all got rescued. But when you registered that she was there, that she was actually real and not a figment of your imagination, the light suddenly seemed to return, more alive than ever. You looked alive.

Your mom had told her how depressed you were over not being able to be with her for the holidays, and the end of December just reminded you that it would be another year without Lottie. To be completely honest she has no idea how your mom arranged it all; all she knew was that she paid for her to leave Swizterland and that was that.

Now, she's back home where she belongs.

She's missed your loud family. She's missed talking with your little cousins and nieces and nephews. She's missed sitting on your living room couch while you rub your thumb over her hand because you know she's sensitive to the noise. She's missed you most of all though. The thought of catching up with you and knowing she has all the time in the world to do so makes a lazy smile appear on her lips, and she snuggles her face in closer to your neck as you sway your bodies from side to side.

You glance behind Lottie and look at the TV, feeling your heart sink when you notice the timer is reaching 10 seconds.

"You love me right? Like, really love me?"

Lottie lets out a small chuckle and shakes her bangs out of her face as she pulls back from your neck, giving you a confused eyebrow raise. "I really love you. Do you really love me?"

You smile bashfully and dip your head down, licking your lips and slightly shaking your head when you realize there's no time to be all giddy. You need to propose now. "Yes. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Lottie."

Everyone gathers around the TV now, holding hands or beer bottles. A buzzing inside your ears causes you to lose track of your thoughts for a second, but Lottie's soft hand on your cheek brings you back.

5...

4...

You continue, looking back in her eyes and finding yourself falling even deeper and becoming even dizzier. "I wanna wake up next to you forever."

3...

"I wanna cook breakfast for you in our apartment and watch shitty television with you on the couch."

2...

You take a deep breath. "I know you just came back today but, fuck, Lottie, I love you so much. I wanna marry you."

1...

The ball drops, and all you can hear is the sound of your family hollering and people setting off fireworks outside.

Lottie doesn't say anything for a moment, and you're not even conscious enough to realize that you didn't even get your New Year's kiss with her. She doesn't look mad or sad or anything actually, but her eyes are big and round, full of tears swimming in them. You assume the worst, and before you can open your mouth to apologize for doing this too soon, she smashes her lips on yours so hard that you stumble back. She kisses you so furiously that it's almost like she's trying to eat you, bones and all. She kisses like a bite.

She barely pulls back from your face as she speaks, her mouth still ghosting on yours. "I do."

Tears well up and she begins to softly cry. She chuckles at herself as you wipe her cheek, head leaning into your hand and nuzzling against it. She kisses your fingertip and pulls you into a kiss once more, this time more gently.

"I wanna marry you too," she tells you, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

lottie taglist: @heliolottie 😝

[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

[sunny-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

[27spoons]

Wintering | Yellowjackets

summary: Late S2, you decide that the team could use some Christmas spirit. So, you do what you can to bring them some.

pairing: just general platonic yj/reader

warnings: n/a

wc: 1560

ao3

Snow falls delicately around the cabin as the fire crackles before you. Van adds another log as she takes a seat beside you, the orange glow flickering across her face.

"We'll need more wood soon." As the flames consume the log, she asks, "Didn't you draw the card?"

"Yeah," You nod, taking a quick glance outside. "Guess I just hoped it would stop snowing before I went out." The snow isn't falling harshly, just large snowflakes slowly descending to the ground. "Looks like I might have been hoping for too much." You sigh as you look back to the fire.

"Yeah, well, everyone has to play their roles." Van remarks flatly, "Everyone draws cards for chores. Yours just happens to be gathering wood today. Don't see Nat and Travis complaining about hunts."

You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I get it." You push yourself to a standing position, "I'll go get started before it gets dark out." In response, Van makes some sarcastic half-comment, but you choose to ignore it.

Tensions have been high since Javi. Everyone copes differently, you suppose. And she does have a point. You guys do need firewood, and everyone does have a role to play.

You throw on another hoodie, and if you had known you'd end up stuck out in the middle of fucking nowhere, Canada, you would have packed gloves. You miss having warm fingers sometimes. You miss a lot of things, actually. But warm fingers are the most significant thing you miss right now.

Grabbing the axe from the wall, you pause before you leave, overhearing a conversation between Mari and Gen. Christmas. They're talking about when Christmas could be. Has to be soon, right? Or maybe it already passed?

Now, that's an idea.

You grab the rope as well and make a mental plan. Will you chop down some trees for wood? Yes. But you're also surrounded by pine trees. There has to be one out here that would fit inside the cabin.

It's not the first tree you cut. Or the second. Or even the third. Those are for firewood. God knows if you showed up with a pine tree, talking about Christmas, with nothing to keep the fire fed, none of the girls would be all that eager.

Well, maybe Misty. But Misty is… Misty.

It's nearing sunset by the time you find the perfect tree. Well, perfect is an overstatement, considering it's bald in a few spots, and you accidentally slipped while cutting it, so now there's a giant gash in the trunk, but whatever.

A tree, anyway.

When you drag it back to the cabin, it takes a little more effort than usual. Typically, you'd debranch it before moving it, but that's hard to do when you plan on using this tree as a Christmas tree. Doesn't help that by the time you get the tree down, it's almost pitch dark out.

Damn Canadians and their winters with their lack of sunlight.

"Need a hand?" Nat leans against a post outside the cabin with her arms crossed as you approach, dragging the tree behind you with exertion. "Surprised you brought another tree back. Seemed like the ones you got were enough for now."

You shake your head as you drop the rope onto the snow out front, "Not for firewood." You stretch your back, groaning as you feel something pop into, or out of, place. "Thought we could, uh, maybe… Christmas." You gesture to the pine.

"Seriously? Christmas?" The hunter scoffs, "Yeah, nothing like thanking Santa Claus for our dead friends." She then sighs and shakes her head, "Sorry. Just… yeah. You want a hand?" She takes a step off the porch and into the snow, joining you at your side. "I can help you bring it in."

"God, please." You murmur as you unwrap the rope from the trunk, "If I try to move it again, I'll probably throw my back out or something." A tense laugh follows the statement as you rub the back of your neck. "C'mon, let's, uh…" You move to one end of the tree as Nat takes the other, and you two hoist it off the ground with simultaneous grunts.

"Is that a Christmas tree?!" Misty is the first to speak up, because of course she is, when Nat kicks the door open as you two move the tree inside.

You find yourself smiling all the same. "Yep." You and Nat move the tree to the corner of the main area, setting it down with a thud. "Dunno when Christmas actually is, but… we had a prom, had a baby shower. Why can't we… do something else, y'know? Make things slightly more tolerable for a little while." You walk over to the fire and warm your hands in front of it as the others glance over at the tree with mixed expressions. 

"This is stupid." A voice cuts through, "Hardly anything, or any reason, to get into the… "holiday spirit."" Shauna scowls as she appraises the tree.

"Could be fun." Van shrugs with a grin, "Sing Christmas carols." She laughs at that as if finding the idea itself funny.

"Oh, that's a good idea!" Misty chimes in, "I could-"

"No." Mari cuts her off with a scoff, "We’d be better off listening to wolves howl."

"But it isn't the worst idea." Taissa nods, "The tree. Not the… carols." She adds for clarification, waving a hand dismissively in Misty's direction.

"We need something to distract us right now." Lottie offers quietly, "Something more than this. We could… use it as a way to honour the ones we've lost. It doesn't have to be for no reason."

"We could carve some ornaments! Or use some paper to make some paper snowflakes! Decorate the tree properly!" Misty is practically bouncing on her heels at this point. And… yeah, you saw that coming. Hardly surprising she's the most excited about the idea. "We don't need presents for it to be Christmas!" She adds, "Just each other!" 

The last statement earns a collective groan from the group and a scowl from Shauna.

"Could use some paper from my SAT book." Akaliah says as she rummages through her bag, "More useful as snowflakes than study material at this point…"

"And someone," Van shoots you a grin, "Just chopped down a few trees, so we've got the wood to make some shitty ornaments. We could do this."

"This is stupid," Shauna repeats louder this time. 

"Yeah," Nat snorts, "But… Lottie is right. We could use a distraction. What's the harm?" She shrugs and leans back against a wall. "Not like we really have much to lose by spending half a day doing… this." She gestures to the tree with one of her hands before crossing them again. 

Silence falls over the groups as everyone considers this. No one seems to have any strong complaints or actual reasons not to do it.

"Great!" Misty says finally, cutting through the silence and clapping her hands. "It's settled! We'll have Christmas in a few days!" And, since no one is arguing with her, it gets added to everyone's mental calendar.

The next few days are spent mostly the same, except for the people carving ornaments and cutting snowflakes to decorate the tree. Not everyone partakes, but those that do have a noticeable morale boost.

By the time "Christmas" comes around, the tree is looking… more like a Christmas tree and less like a regular pine tree.

"Someone call Charlie Brown and tell him we stole his tree." Van snorts as the group takes in sight of the tree.

"Hey, at least we have more than one ornament." Tai chimes in with a grin from Van's side. "And it's got…" She gestures to the tree, "Less bald spots. And it's taller."

"Gee," Van replies, "Talk about the bare minimum."

"Well, I think that it's great." Misty says with a little too much cheer in her voice, "Now all we need is hot chocolate." She practically skips over to the base of the tree and takes a seat, very obviously expecting everyone to follow suit. When no one does, she pouts.

Then, an idea comes to her mind. "Van!" Misty says, turning to face the redhead. "Would you be able to tell us a Christmas story?"

Van perks up slightly, "That I can do." She grins lazily and takes a seat on a chair, and eventually, you and the others find their seats around Van. Like kids listening to their grandpa spin a tale.

"Alright." Van grins, slapping her thighs as she glances around, "Alright. Let's set the scene. Suburbs of Chicago, right around Christmas time. We're following the McCallister family, specifically, Kevin McCallister…" 

As Van starts retelling Home Alone to the best of her abilities, the fire crackles in the background, the tree stands (mostly) proud in the corner of the cabin, and things are okay for the first time in a while. You can pretend to be teenagers listening to a Christmas tale and not worry about what tomorrow brings. That's a tomorrow you problem.

"I still think it's stupid that they forgot a whole child," Shauna grumbles at some point during the story, earning a laugh from some of the girls.

"Five kids?" Tai rolls her eyes, "I'd probably forget one, too."

a/n: i have yellowjackets brainrot and i love christmas so much its not even funny bro

i also havent written fanfics since i was 16 but yk theres always time to start again

[jackiespurnell]

baby, just say yes (cult leader lottie matthews x fem reader headcanons)

summary: you’re a fellow schizophrenic who joins lottie’s cult, unaware of just how well her treatments worked…and how addictive they were

tw: manipulation, implied sexual content 

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you first joined lottie’s cult because of your visions

you had heard about her ‘wilderness community’ from your therapist and figured you’d check it out

why not you thought, what could possibly go wrong?

you saw her at the entrance and fuck

she was hot, to say the least

she was kind too, extremely kind

she greeted you with a warm smile and an open heart

you were very anxious at first, just waking up to a strange place and requesting help and housing

but lottie was all too happy to be of service

she listened to your concerns, like, really listened

you had surprisingly learned she dealt with similar issues too

as a child, she had dealt with visions of her own

but she was healing

and she made you feel like maybe you could heal too

she told you that you were free to leave whenever you wanted 

you joined in on group therapy sessions as well as other group activities

some of these activities included what could be described as worshipping sessions

lottie believed that the key to healing was in nature

she held daily prayers and rituals in order to “appease the wilderness”

you did think it was a bit odd, but lottie convinced you there was no real harm involved

after it’s not like when the other community members shed their own blood as a sacrifice to the wilderness, they were doing it by force

lottie never forced you, or anyone for that matter, to do anything they didn’t want to

she believed the wilderness would guide you and when you felt ready to give in, you would

and sure, she kept pushing you, pushing you to try and give in, to just submit yourself to the wilderness

but it was always just light suggestions….right?

right.

she’d never do anything to hurt you

she was just so sweet, so kind, so understanding

she even offered to give you private one on one therapy sessions 

you were extremely grateful but didn’t want to be a burden to her

but she insisted and oh, how your heart swooned 

maybe you were being pathetic and lovesick but did it even really matter?

there was a gorgeous woman offering to give her time in order to be of your assistance 

"baby, just say yes" she would tell you

and well

who were you to decline? 

besides, the sessions had proven to become extremely helpful to you

you never considered yourself to be an overly spiritual person but lottie made you want to believe

she’d smile with pride whenever you’d ask you questions about the wilderness and her faith and oh it felt so good

good to know that you were the reason she’s smiling, that she’s smiling at you

it made you feel important in a sense

she made you feel important

so, you started participating in the sacrifices

it was only a little blood required, and at first, that’s all you gave

you were terrified at even the sight of blood, but you’d do it

for the wilderness

for lottie

you gave into the wilderness

that small bit of praise was everything to you

you started giving more and more blood as the ceremonies went on

your faith was growing, and lottie’s smiles were getting more frequent

and your therapy sessions were going absolutely amazing

you can’t believe you ever doubted her

but the best part was the nights you found yourself in lottie’s bed, just the two of you

you found she was very touchy, in a good way though

while she was good at containing herself in public, whenever she managed to get you in private, her hands were all over you

her lips on your neck, arms wrapped around you waist, head buried in your hair

and she always spoke with a soft, motherly tone

like you could do no wrong

you never wanted to do anything wrong, not when she was involved

you knew she capable of getting mad

and when she got mad, she got mad

you had just really hoped she’d never get mad at you

you just wanted to be good for her

is that so bad?

when you had sex for the first time, she was extremely gentle

also asking if you were or weren’t okay with something

never did anything without verbal consent

she was a bit of tease, but always made sure you were well taken care of

and it didn’t hurt that she tasted amazing

that night, she wrapped her arms around you and said you should start sleeping in her room, in her bed

of course you accepted, you preferred her bed more than your own anyways

it smelled like her, and she was in it

she was the most wonderful thing to ever happen to you

after all, you found peace for her

and when she finally asked you to stay for good, staying forever with her 

well, you didn’t even hesitate to say yes

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[moneymartin]

MAY I REQUEST FOR LOTTIE WITH A SKATER GF HCS

🦌-lottie with skater!gf hcs

k this has been sitting in my inbox for like a week im sorry zzz also pulling stuff out of my ass cuz im so sleepyt

rich girl yes, she def buys you your gear and shit

if you ask her for a new deck she will literally get it for you no hesitation even if she already got you one

even the clothes and shoes like okayyyy (all brand name clothes for skating r so expensive too omfg)

offering her some help cause she wants to learn just for you

one day before she asked for it though she came home with scratches and a few bruises here and there cause she was trying to learn while you were out of the house :(

cannot balance thats why it happened

when you do end up teaching her though she is gripping onto you so tight it feels like your shirt is gonna rip 😭 she’s terrified of falling in front of you it is literally her biggest fear

teaching her tricks is a whole new level like she cannot pop up the tail properly and always holds on to you cause she sux!

you probably get her the skate trainers so she can do them when you’re gone ☹️

idk if ppl are gonna know what i’m talking abt but having her stand on the board while you hold her hands and she jumps so you can make the board underneath spin

please tell me you guys know what i’m talking abt or i’m gonna sound fucking crazy…

when she gets what she considers good she always calls you out so you can see her do a silly lil pop shuv or a strawberry milkshake 😭

when you sucked at skating you would get hurt ALL THE TIME!!!

lots of blood thats for sure.. lottie tending to your wounds and calling you ‘stupid’ for not wearing a helmet

you tell her “it looks dumb on me” and she ends up smacking you in the area where it hurts just so you know not to do it again and wear the damn helmet no matter how dumb it looks 😒

makes up for that tho fs! kisses your little scratches and bruises while you sleep so they magically feel better in the morning

definitely gives you massages too like she is such an angel oh my god

i think if you broke her arm or leg she’d FREAK!!!

she sees your hand twisted in that weird way but you’re just sitting on the floor holding up your wrist while she’s literally sobbing and calling an ambulance 🤧

same thing with the leg me thinks… your ankle twisted or something like that

when you get your arm casted up she helps you do everything like dress and cook and all that shebang

also she writes all over the cast like she makes it hard for the other yjs to sign it cause all there is on there is her name a bunch of times and a million hearts and doodles

one space on there where the yjs have their names cramped up while lottie’s is everywhere 😕

when it heals and you start to skate again lottie makes you wear a big ass sweater with a shit ton of padding underneath

probably makes you wear big old pants too so she can pad them up as well

gets you a big dumb helmet too so you don’t get hurt

but in reality she just cares about you too much and hates seeing you in pain 🙁🙁🙁

[nerd-at-sea5]

nat: hey lot, how’d you come up with ‘lottie’ anyway? isn’t the default nickname for charlotte ‘charlie’

lottie: nat. baby. darling. sweetheart. love of my life. call me charlie and i will dump you and quite literally never speak to you again

nat: 😳

taissa: it’s what her parents call her.

nat, van and jackie: o h. damn relatable.

[hoarder-of-dragons]

Finally watched The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals and now I'm mentally ill...no one touch me

[cherrynailsgrl]

I saw this on tiktok (the name of the acc is @/soapyscatorccio) and my jaw dropped down

[t4tlottie]

wait the thing you said about lottie walking in on u jerking off at the wellness centre & asking if you need help. 🤯. #needthat

a/n: didn't expect it to get this long but erm 🥸 reader is afab.

Your toes curl with excitement, and your belly flips as you prepare for the night, smiling to yourself as you plop your head against the soft pillows. God, you've been waiting for this all fuckin' day. All you could think about as you helped Lottie around the center was going back to your room and making yourself cum. But you haven't been able to touch yourself in a hot minute because of how busy you are as Lottie's new assistant. And when you do get the urge to masturbate after a stressful day, you're either too tired or too lazy. Today you were both, but you were able to go home earlier than usual and you knew that if you didn't take the opportunity to jerk off tonight, it'd be weeks until your clit was finally satisfied. It was hard to work sometimes because of the constant throbbing, and maybe you did excuse yourself to the bathroom a couple of times to try and relieve the aching but couldn't go through with it. It was like everyone knew you were trying to jerk off and decided to walk into the bathroom before you were able to cum.

It was pure torture.

And it certainly didn't help when Charlotte—Lottie— was one of those people who walked in. Honestly, you probably could have cum just from getting caught by her of all people (your crush on her is massive.), but you knew you'd let out a terribly loud moan and expose yourself. So you just warmed up your fingers while she did her business and left, thinking of how in the hell you could get through 5 more hours of this.

But you don't have to wonder anymore. You are going to lie here in bed for hours just cumming to make up for lost time. And, yes, you are a little disappointed you weren't able to bring your vibrator with you when you checked yourself into Lottie's center. You miss the powerful gal. It's a shame it won't be giving you your first orgasm in over a month, but your fingers are better than nothing.

You bite your lips softly as you trail your fingers down your chest, sighing softly at how you seem 10x more sensitive. Goosebumps form on your skin and cause you to shiver slightly, and you grin lazily as you think about what's next to come (Spoiler: it's gonna be you!).

Fingers touch the hair on your mound and you let out a louder-than-expected groan, peeking your eyes open like you've been caught. You flush with hot embarrassment but shake your head, continuing your movements downward and lightly touching your clit. Your hips jerk forward, desperate for more pressure. For a second you think about teasing yourself but you decide you're crazy. You need to cum now. You don't even care if you finish in seconds, you need it.

You gather your slick and rub it on your clit for a few seconds before plunging your fingers into your hole, eyes closing so hard you see moving stars. The lazy grin is back on your face as you move your fingers in and out, in and out, and you get off to the sound of your wetness echoing around the room. You grip the white bedsheets as you feel that familiar coil in your belly and sit up slightly, breathing heavily and moving your fingers even faster inside of you. The blankets are bothering you so you decide to kick them off with a huff and spread your legs further apart, hips chasing your fingers as they work inside of your cunt. The coil gets hotter but you can't seem to unleash it. You know you're so close but at the same time, it's miles away. You let out a frustrated grunt and tilt your head back in irritation, closing your eyes and trying to melt your brain into a puddle of nothing so you can relax.

It works too well apparently, because you can't even hear your bedroom door open and notice Lottie walk in with a stunned look on her face. She freezes, eyes glued to your sopping wet pussy and the way you move your fingers so roughly. Realization hits her when she feels a throb of her own down there, and she quietly closes the door. Lottie feels excitement surge through her as she watches like a voyeur, her fingers twitching as she imagines that they're her own instead of yours.

You still can't cum.

You whine in frustration and flop on your back, moving your fingers back to your clit and opening your eyes to stare at the popcorn ceiling.

"Do you need my help?"

You choke at the sound of the voice and sit up, eyes widening in horror when you see Lottie standing there. You fish for your blanket and attempt to cover yourself up but she raises her hand, signaling for you to stop. Lottie walks slowly and calmly over to your bed, and you feel your clit pulse uncontrollably as she sits down next to you.

"I-I'm sorry..." you mumble, not really knowing why you apologized. It was she who walked in without knocking...

Lottie shushes you and you clamp your mouth shut immediately. "I asked you a question."

To be completely honest, you can't remember what she even said.

"Do you need help touching yourself?" she raises her voice a little, making you flush at how assertive she sounds.

Once you let out a small and squeaky "yes", her hands rip the rest of the blanket off you and travel up your thighs. She pushes you back on the bed and looms over you, making your hips involuntarily thrust up into her. Her neck veins are so visible it makes you feel like a vampire ready to feed. All you wanna do is lick them.

"I'll take good care of you, don't you worry," she smiles a smile that teeters on the edge of predatory. Lottie scoots down your body until she's face to face with your wet heat. Her mouth waters at your scent. "You can't tell anyone about this though, you understand? What would everyone think if they knew I had my mouth on such a young member of this community?"

An open-mouthed kiss is placed on your clit.

You lurch forward and hover your hand over her head, feeling unsure if you should touch her. She smiles up at you, eyes bright and gleaming, and lifts her head until it touches your palm.

"Don't be so shy. You can touch me."

You push her back down toward your pussy and she gets to work, licking up to your clit and sucking it into her mouth.

Tonight is going to be one you won't forget for a long, long time.

[ultrone]

I am on my knees for a platonic Lottie fic please you don’t understand she’s so sisterly I just want to be her best friend and have her clean my wounds and shout at people who are shouting at me and I know she would GOD I love lottie matthews. On my knees for a fic of her but also just on my knees for her... and you (you’re carrying yellowjackets tumblr fics on your back bestie) okay bye ily

protective best friend lottie matthews cleaning up ur wounds 🩻🩺

Ever since the crash, Lottie never let you out of her sight. She always "discreetly" followed you, making sure you weren't doing anything risky. Even for simple tasks, she would go out of her way to help you out. Initially, you were grateful for her support, but it reached a point where you started feeling somewhat stupid or useless because she wouldn't allow you to do anything independently.

"Shauna shouldn't have given you the knife, you've never skinned an animal before," Lottie remarked, shaking her head in annoyance. She applied a peculiar cream made with berries onto your skin, causing a stinging sensation.

“Fuck! That burns,” you exclaimed, instinctively trying to pull your hand away, but Lottie held it in place.

"I know, but it'll help," she assured you, her eyebrows furrowed but her gaze gentle. "Please, stop moving."

You let out a sigh and said, "I appreciate your help, Lotts, but I can handle myself, you know? I was starting to improve."

"Oh, absolutely. You were becoming a pro," Lottie responded sarcastically.

"You don’t have to baby me all the time," you retorted.

"I don’t baby you," Lottie affirmed, "I just wanna make sure you're okay," she explained, beginning to wrap a bandage around your hand.

"I know," you sighed, filled with regret. “I'm sorry,” you apologized.

"No, don’t be," she said softly, finishing the wrap and locking eyes with you, gently cradling your hand in hers. "I'm sorry if I can be overwhelming at times," she admitted. "You're the closest person I have to family — both here and back home, and I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Your expression softened at her words, "Lottie, you won't lose me, never," you reassured her. "I mean, I know we're out here on our own and I can't guarantee that nothing will ever happen to me, but I'm not a kid, Lotts. I promise I'll take care of myself, okay?" You explained, hoping to ease her worries. "You can relax."

Lottie's demeanor eased slightly, but she still wasn't fully convinced. You gently moved your hand away from her grasp and pulled her into a comforting hug, which she instantly returned.

"I love you, Y/n," she said, her voice muffled against your shoulder, holding you tighter.

"I love you more," you responded with a soft smile, releasing the hug gently.

"I’m still beating Shauna's ass though," she declared, standing up confidently and quickly walking away before you could stop her.

"No, Lottie! Wait—” you exclaimed, hurrying to catch up with her.

— and tysm ily too <33

[blemiish]

gay sex with each other could fix them

[dedicatedesire]

open to: @thickskll (charlotte, thirty-eight) muse: dillon ether. thirty-two. systems analyst, widower and alcoholic who struggles to relate to others who haven't experienced loss or depression plot: your muse and dillon dated after the death of dillon's wife. she ghosted him and now they've bumped into each other at a local bar!

He was drunk, but that wasn't unusual. Charlotte was an old coworker of June's— they had mutual hurt. He was sure there was a well explained, well thought out, therapist-approved reason they had gotten so close, and then she had vaporized into thin air, but he didn't care about cut and dry, dotted i's and political correctness. He was raw, Jack Daniels had done its damage, and Charlotte was beautiful.

"You knew what you meant to me, and you just left me." Fucking drunk. "Why'd you do that, Charlotte? You were my best hope of moving on and one morning I woke up and your stuff was gone. Did I say something to you the night before while I was drunk? ... I was drunk! You can't hold that against me,' the barman pushed over a light-colored lager.

"Thank you,' Dillon managed. "You were and have been the only person who could ever replace her... don't try to make me take that back. I mean it. I loved you, and I never thought I'd love anyone again. You just left. Why?"

[27spoons]

CRUSH | NATALIE'S INTERLUDE ONE

pairing: natalie scatorccio/fem!reader

summary: Natalie just convinced you to attend a party. She honestly didn't expect you to say yes. She mentions it to a friend at practice.

wc: 920

warnings: none

a/n: pre/no-crash lottie was an awkward loner but everyone knew who she was. u arent changing my mind sorry its canon now (sorry for repost forgot to add like a chunk)

ao3 / masterlist

PREVIOUS - ACT ONE: DO I WANNA KNOW?

NEXT - ACT TWO: RIBS

NATALIE

"Hell yeah, you will. Maybe I'll even convince you to crack a beer or two. Smoke a cigarette. Real delinquent shit." Nat laughs at that as she begins walking off toward the gym, "See you tonight, Princess!" She calls from over her shoulder, "I'll text you the address!"

In her most calm and collected saunter, she walks out of your view before vanishing behind a wall and immediately letting a tiny, satisfied grin appear on her face.

I didn't think she'd actually say yes. Nat thinks to herself as she walks a familiar path to the locker rooms. I didn't think she did anything besides stuff her nose inside a textbook for fun… 

The blonde grins wider at her inner dialogue—because she'll be damned if she's not constantly the funniest person (aside from Van) in the room. 

It's only when she's opening her gym locker that she realises she's still smiling, which draws a specific teammate's attention, one with a mess of wavy black hair and a narrowed glare, "Why are you smiling?" Comes the voice of a certain Charlotte Matthews—Wisaykok's High School resident "popular loner".

"Not allowed to smile?" Nat quips back, slightly flustered. She was caught grinning like a dumbass. "Or am I only allowed to smile when drugs are involved?" She cringes to herself at the sharp comment because she doesn't even know what the hell possessed her to say that. She knows Lottie didn't mean it like that.

And Lottie knows Nat knows that. "That wasn't what I meant." A slight frown graces the taller girl's features, and she gives a barely perceptible shrug, "Just don't see you smiling like that often."

Now Nat feels terrible. "No…" She sighs, running a thumb over her eyebrow, "It's… I know you didn't mean it like that. It's…" The girl sighs and returns the shrug, clearly her way of an apology. "Didn't mean to snap at you. Not used to people being actually curious."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Lottie murmurs back, having seen her own share of cruel comments over the years about her behaviour. 

An awkward silence passes over the pair as Natalie grabs her cleats and shin guards from her locker before the blonde finally decides to break the tense atmosphere, "Just… invited someone to the party tonight." She shrugs, trying to act like her face didn't begin burning at the admission. 

Lottie notices it, unfortunately for Nat. "Seriously? Someone other than your usual crowd?" She pushes herself off the locker, "Who? Anyone I—"

"Nope!" Nat cuts her off, closing the locker too loud to play it off as anything other than her being flustered. "No one you know."

"Does he go to another school?" Lottie rolls her eyes, "Come on. Give me something."

"She," Nat clarifies, "goes to this school."

The olive-skinned girl's eyes widen in slight shock, "She? I thought you said—"

"I know what I said." Nat snaps as she sits down on a bench with a huff, "I dunno. There's just…" A frown appears, then vanishes just as quickly as it came, "Something about her. I wouldn't say she's… cool…" The blonde waves one hand as the other slides her shin guard on, "But she's… different."

"Different, how?"

Nat shrugs as she puts her other guard on, "I don't think she gives a fuck about what the rumours say, for starters." This is obviously something that weighs heavily on her, based on how her tone quiets at the words. "I mean, yeah, she's mentioned it a few times, but it'd honestly be weird if she didn't, y'know? It'd be like…" Nat hesitates, thinking of a good analogy that would describe the situation best, "Meeting Al Capone and not asking about all the shit he did during Prohibition."   

A beat.

"Did you seriously just compare yourself to Al Capone, Natalie?"

The groan that's pulled from Natalie's throat might be the most grouchy sound she's made in her life thus far. "That was not what I meant, and you know it." 

She finishes tying her cleats and stands up, walking out to the field alongside Lottie, "I just meant… I'd probably ask questions about me, too. Ninety-nine percent of the population only knows the fucking rumours." 

Nat huffs and crosses her arms, then forms a deep scowl when she sees some kid with a camera walking out to talk with Coach Martinez. "And now we need to take fucking team photos. Are you shitting me? They couldn't wait until soccer season starts? Had to do it when we're just running practices?"

Lottie rolls her eyes and grins faintly at Nat's annoyance, "You know you'd complain about it if it was during the regular season, right?"

A sharp elbow to Lottie's side, earning a choked laugh from the taller girl as Nat mutters a curse under her breath, "Not the point." 

When Lottie recovers, she gives Nat's shoulder a short push and nods her head towards where the team has started gathering, "For the record, we'll be talking about this later."

"No, we won't." Nat immediately replies in an irritable mutter, "We will never talk about this again."

"Mhm, whatever you say, Crash."

"And I told you to stop calling me that. It was one time!" Nat shoves at Lottie, but it's hard to fight the way her mood has shifted for the better at the teasing. This, at least, is familiar territory. 

"One time too many, Crash."

"I hate you."

"Sure. You're standing next to me, by the way."

"...fine."

a/n: by the end of this fic i promise i'll learn something about soccer