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(i changed my username, i used to be @fckoffjakegyllenhaal grraaaađđ)
// lottie matthewâs does not like you. youâre annoying, preppy, and way too nice. lottie doesnât fail to show you time after time just how much she hates you. you finally get the message and steer clear of her, until senior year, when you both get paired up for a science project. //
warnings: asshole!lottie, sweet!reader, pining, mutual pining, oblivious!reader, lottie is an actual idiot but sheâs the cutest idiot <3
DISCLAIMER: english is not my first language, i usually edit my works well but havenât had time. please excuse any mistakes i made here
donât you see me?
on monday morning lottie is in a much better mood than she usually is. all of her friends notice right away, especially laura lee. though nobody is really sure why; she wasnât at becky martinâs bonfire, and she hadnât gone to the mall with the girls on saturday. though, it didnât take natalie long to put the pieces together and figure out why lottie was in such a particularly flavorful mood. as soon as the blonde spoke to you, and heard about your friday night with lottie and elise, natalie knows youâre the reason behind everything.
and as soon as soccer practice rolls around, natalie has a shit eating grin on her face. she sees lottie pulling her practice jersey over her head, and doesnât hesitate to taunt the noirette the moment she sees her. âa little birdy told me you spent the weekend with y/n.â natalieâs smug voice causes lottieâs carefree expression to sour. the taller girl scowls, âwas that little birdy y/n?â she questions, and natalie lets out a loud bark of a laugh. âholy shit itâs true! you seriously went out with y/n and elise!â natalie sounds like a child who just discovered something new and crazy. it causes lottie to send a glower natalieâs way, âit was just a stupid party. besides, itâs a good thing i was there; elise practically ditched y/n when they got there! all night!â lottie appears to be genuinely upset by this.
the blonde quirks a brow at the taller girl, âhuh, it actually sounds like you gave a shit about y/nâs wellbeing.â natalie mockingly states, earning a dirty look from the raven haired girl. âdonât look at me like that! just two weeks ago you were going on and on about how annoying she was. now youâre at her place every day after school.â natalie casually calls her out as she opens her locker. âi still think sheâs annoying.â lottie doesnât even sound convincing to herself as she says this, and natalie shoots her an âare you seriousâ look.
âyou donât even believe that!â natalie laughs at the taller girl, and lottie frowns before closing her locker. âwhat do you want me to say?? that i actually like spending time with her? it doesnât matter anyways because after the projects over she isnât going to have a reason to talk to me anymore.â lottie deadpans, and natalie can see how bothered lottie seems by this revelation. âyou do realize y/n is like the sweetest person ever, right? sheâs not just gonna stop hanging out with you because the projects over.â natalie assures her, and lottie stares at her seriously, âshe is after the way i treated her for the last few years.â she lowly murmurs, almost quiet enough for natalie not to hear, but she does.
before the blonde can say anything else, coach is blowing his whistle from outside the locker room, signaling for the girls to get on the field. their conversation is cut short, even though natalie has more to say. the blonde knows you better than to know youâd just stop talking to lottie abruptly, after forming a friendship with her. you talk about lottie nonstop whenever youâre with natalie, and though lottie may be too oblivious to notice, natalie can tell you both are pining for one another.
natalie is well aware that lottie is stubborn; itâs one of the many things they have in common. if natalie actually wants to show her best friend that youâre both obviously interested in each other, sheâs going to have to convince you first. the next day at school, natalie finds you at your locker. youâre smiling softly as you rummage around for your the book youâre reading in your english class. âhey y/n/n.â she greets you casually, and your smile only widens at the sound of your friends voice. âhey nat! look what i got!â you shrug your backpack off and natalie watches in amusement as you pull out a new metallica cd.
the taller girls orbs widen at the sight, and she reaches out to take the cd. âholy shit! this thing hit the store yesterday, how did you get this?â natalie inquires and you grin, âi made elise stand in line to get it. she owed me. that oneâs for you, i got one too and i got lottie a pixies cd.â you aimlessly go on as you shut your backpack, looking up at natalie as you slink it over your shoulder. once you notice the smirk on your friends face, your smile vacillates as you flash natalie a suspecting look. âwhat?â you ask question uncertainly.
natalie shrugs, âyou and lottie are getting pretty close if you know what kind of music she listens to. she never talks about herself too much; it took me two years just to learn her favorite color.â natalie admits, and your cheeks turn a shade of pink at the statement. âlottieâs just a little prickly on the outside, but sheâs a bit nice on the inside.â you admit, and natalieâs complacent grin causes you to grow a bit confused. âw-why does it matter? arenât you the one who was hoping lottie would warm up to me?â you inquire incredulously.
âwell yeah, but i think lottie ended up warming up to you a little too much.â the blondeâs tone is suggestive, and causes your insides to feel hot. âwhat are you talking about, nat?â you demand, getting more and more embarrassed by the second. judging by how flushed your cheeks are, natalie can see you know exactly what sheâs talking about. âoh come on, y/n. you know lottieâs been different since she started hanging out with you; everyoneâs noticed!â she declares, doing nothing to ease the ferocious blush on your face. âeveryoneâs noticed?â your voice is now full of insecurity and natalie rolls her eyes.
âyes. everyone on the team knows. van and tai even have a bet going to see whoâll profess their undying love for each other first; you or lottie.â natalieâs revelation causes your eyes to widen in clear shock. âwhat!? butâ but lottie hates me!â you whisper yell, making natalie flash you a skeptical look. âyou seriously still think lottie hates you?â she inquires, a bit unsure. you shrug, âiâm pretty sure sheâs only hanging at my house so much cause she doesnât want to go home. i donât know why she doesnât want to go home, but i donât question it.â you answer, and natalie searches your face for any signs of dishonesty.
âlook, i admit lottie hates her house⌠but i donât think sheâs been at your place every day after school just because of it. youâre not that dense, i know you can see how different sheâs been lately. thatâs because of you.â natalie sentimentally adds, and you look down at your hands; playing with your fingers nervously. âwhat if youâre wrong? what if lottie still hates me and after the project is over, sheâs never gonna talk to me again? or worse, sheâll go back to being a jerk to me.â natalie notices the timorous silence that follows, and she sighs.
âyou guys are both very oblivious. just talk to her about it.â natalie emphasizes the word âtalkâ, while you gnaw on your bottom lip nervously. throughout the day you think about lottie, and how much has changed between you two. she went from not being able to stand you, to not being able to be away from you. you enjoyed being with lottie; all the time you two spend together, youâre happy. though youâre afraid she might just be acting so differently just because you two are paired up together.
âhey y/n, i know weâre supposed to go to yours after school, but did you wanna stop by that new pretzel place down the street?â lottie asks, sounding nervous as ever. sheâs standing alone in the girls restroom, staring at her reflection. she groans, âthat was awful.â she murmurs, and she hears a snicker from one of the stalls, causing her to tense up. lottieâs dread turns to annoyance when she sees mari coming out of the handicapped stall.
âyou were listening the whole time?â lottie skeptically asks, and mari nods. âyup, i hid when i saw you come in here. you never use the bathroom at school, so i though iâd get to hear you breakdown or something.â mari shrugs, and lottie glares at the shorter girl. âwhat? got nothing better to do than wait around for some gossip?â lottie retorts with a glower, and mari chuckles. âmaybe. itâs my free period, and i have that class with laura lee. if i have to sit next to her again and hear her âbabbleâ to god every time she gets stuck on a difficult questionâŚâ mari trails off, and lottie shakes her head in dismay.
âso youâre practicing to ask y/n out? to a pretzel place?â mari questions incredulously, lottie shifts, suddenly remembering her insecurities from a moment ago. âuh, yeah. something like that.â lottie responds, and mari nods. âyou should take her to that milkshake place instead. she likes sweet stuff.â the latina points out, and lottie raises a brow. âand how do you know that?â the taller girl inquires skeptically.
âbecause sheâs always making sweet stuff during home ec. her cupcakes come out really good. hey, if she becomes your girlfriend, you should convince her to bake us celebration cupcakes.â mariâs eyes glint with excitement as she loses track of what she was talking about. lottie shakes her head, âi canât even ask her in a date without sounding like an idiot. so i think her being my girlfriend is clearly out of the question.â she mumbles, and mari rolls her eyes in clear annoyance.
âyour self depreciating bull shit is so boring. youâre on the soccer team, youâre popular, youâre rich; y/n is gonna say yes. any girl with half a brain would.â mari points out, and lottie flashes her a look. ây/n isnât like you or any girl who thinks like that. sheâs nice.â lottie says, and the thought of you causes her to get this love struck look in her eyes. mari laughs, âjesus, youâre like so in love with her itâs hilarious. didnât you say the girl talks way too much, sheâs annoying, canât take a hintââ lottie cuts mari off with a threatening glare.
âi know what i said.â the yellowjackets sweeper says angrily, and mari has this shit eating grin on her face. âinsufferable. thatâs what you also said.â the latina declares, causing lottie to shoot daggers at her with her eyes. âwhat changed? did you guys hookup?â mari asks with a glimmer of mischief in her dark orbs. lottieâs eyes widen, her ears burning at thought of hooking up with you. âno! thatâs notâ we didnâtââ lottie begins to fumble over her words, making mari giggle annoyingly. ârelax. you canât even ask her out, i doubt youâd even know how to initiate a hookup.â mari shakes her head.
âlike i said, just ask her to the milkshake place.â mari concludes, âlater, matthews, weâre hanging out at the mall tomorrow after practice. bring your girlfriend if you want.â the shorter girl sniggers as she makes her way out of the girls restroom. lottie is left alone with her thoughts, and doubts. mari might have a point about the milkshake place, but she also had a point when she reminded lottie about all the stuff she had said about you. suddenly there was this antagonizing feeling of guilt that flooded over her.
when lottie sees you waiting for her in the parking lot after school, with that cute smile of yours, the guilt returns. âhey, wanna get a milkshake before we go to your place?â lottie tries to sound nonchalant, but your eyes light up in the most adorable way. her heart clenches in her chest, âyes! iâve been craving one of the peanut butter milkshakes with chocolate.â you admit as you both walk towards the car where her driver is already holding the door open. âweâre stopping at the diner down the street.â lottie tells him, as you get into the car.
the entire ride there lottie is quiet, and deep in thought. you try not to worry, considering sheâs being nice and offering to take you to get a milkshake. though when you both order and you pay, lottieâs mood shifts entirely. sheâs quiet for a minute after sitting down at a booth, âwhy did you pay?â lottie asks, unable to stop herself from asking. you flash her a look, âcause i wanted to.â you respond simply, and lottie frowns.
youâre about to say something else, but lottie beats you to it. âi was a dick to you.â the jock states in this inscrutable tone, staring at you with those sad brown eyes that always make you weak. you shake your head, about to protest, but lottie continues, âi called you annoying, made fun of you, and if you knew half of the things i said about youââ you cut lottie off, âi do.â you cut in, âi do know what you said about me. up until we started working together on the project, jackie used to tell me all of the rude things youâd say about me in the locker roomâŚâ you start, and lottie clenches her jaw, thereâs that self-condemnation again. sheâs never been so mean to someone before, and now sheâs never regretted anything more.
â⌠why do you think i practically begged ms. weinstein to switch my partner after i found out it was you?â you ask her pointedly, and she shuts her eyes for a moment. âone peanut butter chocolate milkshake, and one strawberry vanilla milkshake.â the waitress places your milkshakes on the table, before walking off. you look at lottie who still looks like a guilty puppy. you giggle, âlottie, relax. iâm not upset about any of that.â you assure her, and she looks at you with a shocked expression. âyou should be!â she declares, and you tilt your head at her, flashing her a soft yet stern look.
âwell, iâm not.â you respond, as you take a sip of your milkshake. âif youâre really bothered by me paying, you can pay next time.â you add, flashing her an impish smile. her eyebrows nearly meet her hairline as her eyes widen slightly at the fact that youâre making it clear you want to hang out with her again. âeven after the project is over?â she suddenly sounds a bit insecure, and you canât help but grin. âyes, even after the project is over. as long as thatâs okay with you, lot.â you tell her sincerely, and something in her belly flutters.
she canât stop herself from smiling before she takes a sip of her milkshake. âthatâs more than okay with me, y/n.â she admits, a light flush coating her cheeks. you quickly follow suit, your cheeks turning the cutest shake of pink lottie has ever seen. maybe she owes mari a thank you for the milkshake tip, but she wonât give the latina the satisfaction of it.
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the last night
shauna shipman x fem!reader
summary: shauna comes back after 19 months in the wilderness
warnings: shauna and r had a situationship, very suggestive content but nothing explicit, wilderness time, mentions of mental illness (depression, anxiety), r cheating on her actual gf, manipulative shauna (?), angst but happy ending, not proofread
"i can't believe you're leaving me," you complain in a purposely whiny tone, your voice ringing in shauna's ears as you sit across from each other on the bed. she grips her familiar journal while you help her go through her checklist of essential items.
"i'm not leaving you. It's only a week," she murmurs, her head bowed over her journal, but her eyes lift to catch yours. a playful smile dances on her lips, secretly entertained by your antics.
shauna played as the midfielder for the yellowjackets, a girls' soccer team. their recent victory had secured them a spot in the nationals in seattle, and it was all she could talk about.
you were genuinely excited for her, but the thought of spending so much time apart made you anxious. it wasnât a full week, technically, but you couldnât help worrying about shauna meeting someone much cooler in a much cooler place.
"remember the last time?" shauna reminisces about her trip to denver five years ago, also for soccer. you were just middle schoolers then, and you were forced to make new friends while she was gone for days. "you found new friends," her voice crackled slightly.
"so we are friends now?" you say, your voice constricting. shauna doesn't look up but you hear her snort, contrasting with her muscles tensing up. the silence settles in and you don't wait any longer to fill it, not wanting to make things any weirder than they already were.
"anyway. it's just not the same now," shauna understood your words perfectly well, especially considering the kind of friendship you had. still, she questioned.
"why's that?" she inquires, her hands absently rubbing the pen against her journal as she finishes her list.
"you know why," three words of yours were responsible for the abrupt stop of her writing. shauna places the journal and pen aside, focusing on you.
"because no one is as cool as me?" she quips, a self-satisfied grin spreading across her lips.
"that's debatable," you retort, feigning skepticism as you mock her with a playful expression.
"you hurt my feelings like that," her false frown deepens as she leans in.
her hands move surreptitiously toward your legs, eventually landing in a gentle and not so innocent touch on your knees. inch by inch, she traces your skin with her fingertips until her full hands were on your thigs and crawling up to your waist.
"i'm so sorry," you try to keep yourself unbothered by her touch but she's smarter. her nose strokes your cheek, stopping to give your upper lip a messy kiss, and she kisses her way town to your neck.
brushing your hair out of the way along with the heart necklace, her teeth gently grazes on your skin.
"nuh-uh. this won't do," her hot breath into your skin makes you shiver. "i have a better idea."
đ
everyone remembers where they are when an upsetting event happens. the death of a celebrity, a natural disaster, a medical trauma. you remember, clear as water, where you were when you read the newspaper. walking back home.
it was all over the news. flight 2525, the private plane that lottie matthews' dad had chartered, had disappeared. the plane shauna was in. making everything worse, the news would often use the word 'crash' instead and you couldn't bare the idea.
soon enough, it hit you that the night before her trip was the last time you would ever see her again. the only thing more unbearable than that was the uncertainty; not knowing if shauna was still out there.
after a month of silence, you thought you had your answer.
people don't move on from things like that, not completely. especially if their best friend was envolved. spending your days in bed, skipping meals and not going to class became part of your new routine. you lost track of whether it was day or night, whether the sun was shining or not. your mind was consumed by her.
moving on or not, life goes on and the world doesn't slow down for anyone. after six months, normalcy had returned for most. apart from the parents and a handful of students, the yellowjackets had faded from people's memories, just like their plane. this pissed you off. you barely had time to grieve as the rest of the world rushed forward.
forcing yourself to merely exist, not truly live, you returned to class. like a ghost, you attracted curious glances and avoided them like the plague. after graduation, college was the next step.
a year later, shaunaâs parents asked if you wanted anything from her room. something special, or perhaps just to visit. you were certain it wasnât a good idea, but you went anyway. under her pillow, you found an envelope from brown universityâthe same school you were attending, the place you and shauna had planned to go together.
that was all it took to break you down into a sobbing mess on her bed.
đ
things got better. not perfect, not the way they used to be, but better. you weren't alone anymore but always had to push away the idea of losing all of your friends at once, one in special. luckily or not, college kept you busy.
"have you finished tomorrow's essay? It's so boring I might just drop the class," your girlfriend says, dropping a pile of old books on the cafeteria table and sitting across from you.
"i have dark circles under my eyes, what do you think?" you groan, lifting your head. she leans over the table to kiss your forehead.
"i think you still look pretty, baby."
"thanks, but I'm not letting you copy my work."
"worth the shot," she chuckles, placing two cups of coffee on the table, sliding one towards you.
your plan was to finish that damn essay and be completely free. the cafeteria was buzzing with students, but at least they were minding their own business. that's what you get for studying in a campus cafeteria.
"did you hear what happened to them? i'm so glad they're alive. It must have been so tough," her sudden comment startles you, taking a moment to register.
you swallow a lump in your throat as you glance over your shoulder at the TV, where crowds of people are watching the news: 'yellowjackets rescued'.
"holy shit," you whisper, the shock setting in as you realize you hadn't revealed not only your awareness of their situation but also your complex connection with one of them.
đ
a week after shauna got back, her parents had called you your stomach was turning upside down and your anxiety levels were through the roof. you couldn't manage to put your feelings into words.
you knocked on her bedroom door, too anxious to wait, just to announce yourself. for the first time in almost two years, shauna stood before you. she bore a few scars, nothing too severe; her hair had grown longer, losing its waves; her eyes seemed somehow larger, fixed on you as if she had just saw something extraodrinary.
she leapt from the bed, a cautious gaze scanning you, before rushing toward you and embracing you tightly.
her arms wrapped around your shoulders, her fingers digging into your clothes so intensely it almost hurt. you reciprocated, holding her waist tightly to keep her close, unsure when the tears started flowing, but you feeling your shoulders becoming wet.
"hi," she whisper between tears, her voice crackling.
"hi," you echo her. "i thought i would never see you again."
"i know," she sniffs, clinging to you. the last thing she murmurs for the long time you two spent hugging.
shauna was back, but she was much quieter, easily irritated, and frightened by everything. she had every right to feel that way, but you were worried. no one was allowed inches close to her journal and you respected that, encouraging her to write about her feelings.
your finals didn't matter anymore; nothing else did. for the next few weeks, you were constantly by her side. even waiting outside the bathroom door like a loyal dog.
however, you weren't the same as before. you weren't as touchy or intimate, especially after shauna discovered you were dating someone else. she became distant and strange, pushing you away and ignoring your calls.
"hey, I bought you a new book. It's from that author you used to like before..." you stop yourself mid-sentence. "you know."
forcing a smile, you place the book on her desk. her vacant eyes meet yours, but she remains still, lying in bed staring at the ceiling.
"is everything okay?" you ask hesitantly, walking towards her and offering your hand.
the silence lingers but she accepts your hand and joins you.
"shauna?" you say. as soon as she's on her feet, she drops your hand quickly.
"everything is fine," she says sharply.
"right... it's just that you've been acting weird lately," you explain, trying not to upset her.
"in case you didn't know, I was trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere for almost two years," she snaps, her body stiffening.
"yes, i know," you say, inhaling deeply. "but Iâ"
"don't you have to go back to your girlfriend anyway?" she interrupts, glancing at the door and then back at you. she clearly wanted you out.
"no, I don't," you reply, frowning. "is she why you're acting like an idiot?"
she snorts, taking a step forward, her eyes narrowing.
"It's funny how I'm the idiot when you've replaced me with someone else so quickly," you would feel bad thanks to the pain in her voice if it weren't for her absurd words.
"replace you?" you scoff. "she's my girlfriend, shauna."
"and what was I?"
"you were my friend! we were friends."
her face shuts down completely, lips parting as if ready to shout something, but she stops herself. you weren't sure if you agreed with your own words, but itâs too late now.
"i thought you were dead," you say, taking a deep breath to keep your voice steady. shauna, however, seems perfectly fine with letting her voice rise.
"you sure did," she says, shaking her head slightly.
"well, you left me."
"not because I wanted to, you fucking idiot!" she snarls, suddenly pressing her forearm against your collarbones and pushing you backwards. you gasp in surprise as your back hits the cold wall.
"shauna! what are you doing?" you try to push her away, but sheâs stronger than you remember and hold you in place.
"do you ever think of me when you kiss her?" she whispers, ignoring your question. her breath is ragged, her chest heaving. she tilts her head slightly, studying your face. then she leans closer, her lips just brushing against yours.
you can hardly make sense of her words, stunned by her sudden change in behavior. your mouth hangs open, but no sound comes out.
"answer me," she growls, pressing her arm harder against you. her jaw clenches, making you yelp, and you immediately whisper a faint 'yes.'
she smirks, crashing her lips into yours. though you hesitated for a moment, you quickly recovered, syncing your movements with her rough rhythm. when you try to pull her closer by the hips, she lets go of your chest, grasping your wrists and pinning them along with you.
the urgent kiss didn't last much longer as she trailed her way down to your jawline with small bites and feral kisses, eventually reaching your neck. in her preferred area, you cry out her name when she sinks her teeth into your skin, drawing blood.
when did she got so into biting?
#shauna shipman x reader#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets#well this got a bit too dark#still counts as a happy ending tho right?
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im sorry.
a/n: bro I was literally listening to Laufey and some TV girl the whole time, THEN THIS CHAOS CAME OUT OF IT- (yippe!! Bc I canât be bothered making a pt 2 of Double trouble SO YOUR GONNA HAVE TO THINK THAT THROUGH- ) btw this isnât proofread SOOOâ
characters: shauna!shipman x fem!reader
characters used to speak: natalie!scatorccio , taissa!turner , lottie!matthews
Warning: angst? , violence, fights, breakdowns, ending up with fluff??? , blood???
summary: POST-CRASH BTW reader getting caught cheating on shauna at the nature retreat. (WITH LOTTIE đ)
Itâs been a while since you and Shauna really did anything.. you two both got together after Jackieâs death, and then youâve been looking after her and the baby.
Until recently when Shauna gave birth, the baby didnât make it. Leading Shauna into heartbreak for a while, she didnât talk to anyone besides you and Taissa, sometimes Van and Nat.
Youâd just hold her whenever you both finished doing your work for the day. Just sitting in the attic, with shauna laying between your legs while you two just lay there in silence before drifting to sleep in each others arms..
But now here you are, at the nature retreat. Shauna was still asleep in the cabin, and she always refused going to them.. she didnât want you to go there either just incase Lottieâs âwilderness bullshitâ got to your mind. And it did.. ending up with Lottie pressed against you at the back of the cabin while everyone else was doing their own stuff after the nature retreat.
Lottie had her hands gently cupping your face, as she pulls you close into the kiss. It lasted a moment before you pulled away, trying to catch her breath.
âLottie stop- this isnât right.. itâs not fair on me- itâs not fair on Shauna..â you try to speak, only to be shushed with Lotties lips being crashed back into yours.
âNo, itâs okay.. the wilderness wants us to. It wants us to Y/N, it needs to be satisfied.â She whispers, her tone in voice was hushed.. but gentle.
Feeling the amount of guilt all you could do was sigh, and nod.. before giving in. Letting lottie kiss you, this time a bit softer as she lifts you off the ground, pushing you against the wall while your legs wrap around her waist. Until you hear something drop with a loud thud. Both you and Lottie pull away, your eyes widen as a rush of guilt spreads in your chest.
Shauna was staring at the two of you, a mixture of Betrayal, rage, and hurt flooded her eyes. All she did was just run back to the cabin, leaving the logs in the snow. You end up pushing Lottie off yourself before chasing after Shauna.
âShauna wait!â You shout, Shauna doesnât stop, she continues to walk.
She ends up going into the cabin, pushing past Taissa. You stop in your tracks when you almost bump into her.
âGod, what is that about Y/N?â Tai looks at you with confusion.
âNot the right time now Tai, something happened between Shauna and- and I just want to make sure sheâs okay..â you try to move past Taissa until she grabs you by your shoulder, causing you to stop in your tracks.
âLet her be, she looks like she doesnât want to be bothered, let alone talked to.. so I suggest just giving her some time to cool off?â She says, nudging you back on the path like a neglected cat, getting kicked out of its house for scratching up the sofa.
You look at the floor, before nodding.
âAlright, your right.. Iâll probably just go find Natalie and help out with more chores.â you mumble, before looking back at Taissa.
Tai nods in agreement.
âSounds good, atta girl Y/N.â she pats you on the back before walking off, probably either going to find Van or do some work.
And thatâs what you do, itâs now probably almost dark when you and Nat walk back to the cabin. But thatâs when you hear it, shouting. Both you and Natalie run into the cabin in time to see Shauna hook Misty right in the face.
âWhat the fuck is going on?!â Natalie raises her voice, before pulling Misty away from Shauna. âYou killed my fucking baby!â She screams. Van trying to pull Shauna away.
âYou all fucking ate my baby! I saw you were all covered in blood!â Shauna continues to yell. Trying to fight Van off her. She ends up biting Van, causing her to cry out.. letting Shauna go, Shauna was about to attack Misty, until Lottie steps infront of Shauna, you stare at the two of them.. going silent.
Lottie stares at Shauna before speaking. âShauna, we need you. We need you to let it out Shauna.â She says softly.
Before you could even blink. Shauna was beating the living shit out of Lottie, the taller girl was on the ground, getting kicked and stomped on by your own girlfriend.. or maybe ex..? Everyone didnât do anything, they either just stared or looked away at the mess. After a while Shauna gets exhausted. Pulling away from the fucked up faced girl you see laying on the floor. She makes her way up, staring down at Lottie.
âLottie.â She says coldly, no sign of remorse in her voice. It took a little while until Lottie coughed up blood, then started to breathe once again. Shauna then stomped her way outside, you followed her outside.. making sure she doesnât end up freezing. You open the door, causing Shauna to snap a glance at you. Before scoffing, turning back around to look at the snow.
âListen.. about today..â
âWhat about today? After finding out my own girlfriend was caught having a make out session with Lottie fucking Matthews?God Y/N, I fucking hate you!!â She interrupts you, her voice was raising.
âItâs not what you think.. I didnât know what happened.. it all happened so quick!â You shout, causing you both to argue. But it ends up with Shauna sobbing out her frustrations. She started to hit the wooden pillar, it didnât damage the wood.. but more of her hands.
You wouldnât just stand by and watch her hurt herself. You quickly grab her hands pulling her close as you crouch down besides her on the steps. Letting Shauna sob in your shoulder.
âI hate you.. I hate you..â she sobs silently in your shoulder. âYouâre a cheating.. bitch.â She mumbles. Hitting you on your back tiredly. It only felt like a tap to you. You hold her close.
âYou donât mean that darling..but I still deserve it. â you mumble, patting her back softly. It felt like knives in shaunas heart as she starts to sob even more in your shoulder.
â⌠I donât..â she sniffles. Shaunas hits gets more softer.. and softer.. to the point she gets tired. Shauna goes quiet. Allowing you both to just lay there, her in your arms.
You both go quiet, holding her as she ends up falling asleep in your arms. her arm wrapping around your waist while her free hand is holding onto yours as you look down at her bruised knuckles.
After a moment of silent, you end up carrying her.. into the cabin. ( sheâs taller than you- wtf? masc!reader that you? )
The other girls eyes meeting yours then shaunas, by the looks of it, Lottie was taken to the attic.. with Misty watching over her. You set Shauna down on her blanket. No one felt like speaking for the rest of the night.. featuring what they all just witnessed. It all ended with Shauna asleep besides you.. and your girlfriend back.
Donât worry guys lottie is okay!! âŹď¸âŹď¸
#yellowjackets#shauna shipman#shauna shipman x reader#wlw#angst with a happy ending#taissa turner#misty quigley#van palmer#natalie scatorccio#lottie matthews x reader
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character's i write for
welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for
requests: temporarily closed
bolded names are ones i really wanna write for
yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)
dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)
fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)
teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)
american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)
the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)
miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why), nate archibald (gossip girl)
another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)
i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers
and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)
#yellowjackets x reader#titans x reader#dc titans x reader#fear street x reader#ahs x reader#tsitp x reader#jaiden writes things
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Masterlist
Hello dear readers! I will be mainly writing for Yellowjackets!
What I'll write: Fluff, angst, horror writing (in details), smut.
What I wont write: anything releated to hardcore or borderline creepy fetishes, character x character (unless reader is somewhay thrown in).
Request rules: if you want to request anything, it would be helpful to be really specific so i dont mess it up ;). When requesting something, be sure to specify the gender of the reader. Writing time may take a while! All the character I write for are aged to 18 years old or are older.
Ao3 account: Mayasaurus
Other masterlists: sweetpea, longlegs, fallout, arcane, The witching hour (fictober project).
Yellowjackets masterlist
Lottie Matthews:
Curses (series) Cheerleader Lottie x fem basketball player reader Modern soccer jock Lottie x fem reader The creature in the woods: Werewolf Lottie x reader Werewolf Lottie slice of life headcanons Lazy morning with Lottie Camomile: Lottie comforts reader during exam season Old ghosts: yandere/crazy Lottie x reader Honey: beekeeper Lottie x fem florist reader Vampire Lottie who feels bad drinking from you. Lottie x dance teacher reader Spending Lottie family's money Dating Lottie in the wilderness Catching Lottie smoke "You like that?": transfem Lottie smut
Natalie Scatorrcio
Blood hive: Vampire Natalie x fem reader In your arms: angst in the wilderness. Comforting Natalie
Shauna Shipman
Having a situationship with Shauna in the wilderness Transmasc! Shaun blurbs Werewolf boyfriend: transmasc Shaun slice of life (series: 1, 2, 3, 4-nsfw)
Jackie Taylor
The feeling of you: Transfeminine Jackie in the wildernes Sleepover: Transfeminine Jackie x reader Transfem virgin Jackie Taylor blurbs
Misty Quigley
Aftercare headcanons Bites and kisses: cutness agression with Misty Going through ftm transition with transfeminine Misty Transfeminine Misty character study Misty taking care of sick reader Foursome with Misty
Van Palmer
Just like in the movies: Spider-Van x fem reader
Laura Lee
Taissa Turner
Soon...
Curses: chapter two Goddess Natalie one-shot (50% done) Witcher Natalie one-shot (45% done) Transmasc Shaun oneshot (30% done)
Anons: đ, đ, đ,đż, đŞ
#yellowjackets#lottie matthews x reader#natalie scatorccio x reader#shauna shipman x reader#van palmer x reader#jackie taylor#misty quigley#taissa turner#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets headcanons
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Hi, I hope you are well, I fell in love with Nat's one-shot, so I was encouraged to ask for a request, well there are two that come to my head with different characters.
"Wow, you really never got out of your angsty teenage stage, did you?" with Teen Shauna (sorry it's just that you see those eyes and they bring back a lot of melancholy).
"Please tell me you didn't hold on to that all these years" with Lottie (1996) and Lottie (2021). I think with this one you can play with flashbacks of seeing what happened in the desert and their relationship in that timeline in 1996 as a reunion in 2021 somewhat angsty.
Sorry the request is so long, although I would like to add that I can imagine both requests with f reader, anyway thank you very much for everything, take your time and take care of yourself. â¤ď¸
đFlower stems for heartstrings - Lottie Matthews (1996 & 2021) x fem!Readerđ
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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately
Summary: y/n finds evidence of her teenage best friend (and secret crush) being alive after all, and a possible way of finding her thanks to modern internet and goes on a personal quest to find her and the truth, all while reminiscing about their teen years...
Warnings: Internalized homophobia, fem reader that dresses both "masc" and "fem", underage drinking and smoking weed, extremely angst but with a good ending
Word Count: 8,758
A/N: woohoo! We've surpassed word count on my longest oneshot with this fic, the record previously being 6,990. And ngl, this might be one of my favorites to date! Lottie is an extra special gal who deserves an extra long one-shot, so of course I'm going to give her extra attention. What can I say, I'm not immune to favoritism. This one was actually so fun! I loved getting to write about excited, young (and medicated, let's be fr) Lottie bc I think we forget just how much the wilderness took a toll on her. She was so lively before, it makes me so sad. But, I hope I was able to give her a little bit of that liveliness back in this fic! I think in the request "desert" was supposed to be wilderness, but I wanted to have the reader be left behind, which adds a whole different kind of angst to the situation. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!đ
Lottie Matthews Tag List:
General Tag List: @summergeezburr
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Youâd only ever felt the way you did now only twice before in your life. Once when word got around that flight 2525 had mysteriously gone down in flames with no trace, and once again when you learned sheâs been shipped off to god knows where for some kind of treatment. You hadnât even gotten to say goodbye to her then and she was gone.Â
It was a sickly green feeling that had you kneeling over with weak knees and a stone throat. Lottie Matthews, the girl youâd had your heart set on for all of these years, wasnât gone. She wasnât locked away or dead like gossip has always said. She was alive and well and looked like she was thriving. And how did you find this out? Through Instagram, of course. That might have been the worst part of all of this.Â
One minute youâre mindlessly scrolling through your feed when an ad for a farmers market in some part of upstate New York, rather than New Jersey where you resided. But the ad featured a booth selling honey, and low and behold, there she was. Well, the photo didnât give a clear picture of her face, but you refused to deny that it was her, despite how it made you sick. How could you forget that smile of hers after all?Â
You had to put your phone away after that, but it didnât help you sleep. A few hours into staring up at the ceiling, restless with gnawing curiosity, you decided sleep wouldnât come till you found an answer. Rather spontaneously you packed a bag and got into your car. Was this the smartest thing to do? Hell no, but you had the weekend off for work anyways, and nothing stopped you from going, so you drove through the nightstand into the morning and drove by coffee, a podcast, and the straining urge that you needed to know what was going on.
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At some point in the night, you found your mind wandering as your eyes trained on the empty highway before you, highlighted by your headlights. You reminisce a time long before, even more than 25 years ago. Back when you had been a freshman in high school during your lunch period. You moved to Wiskayok, New Jersey late in the year, giving you an even later start to your first year of high school. Youâd relatively been left alone and had decided you'd be alright with that. Not everyone can have friends right? So, alone you sat outside on the school's field, picking at the grass underfoot having already finished your lunch.Â
Some students around you sat on the track or the stadium's bleachers with their friends, enjoying company and comradery or whatever and you didnât like to admit how it made you jealous. But what was there for you to do to change it? You refused to look desperate and walk up to random groups of people who would probably talk about how lame you are behind your back-
âHey, you alright?â the sudden voice in your direction yanked you out of your self-deprecating thoughts. Looking up you had to squint your eyes to try and make out who was talking to you as the sun shone in your eyes till they tilted their head, blocking it. After some adjustment from the sunspots in your eyes, you were greeted with a shy yet warm smile.Â
âUm, yeah, Iâm fine,â you uttered awkwardly, swallowing the frog in your throat that had your voice croaking. The girl chuckled and tottered down to the ground to sit beside you in the grass. She dressed well, was one of the first things you noticed. Her pink skirt and tall white socks were very countering to your grass-stained jeans, scuffed hightops, and t-shirt.Â
âYou sure, because youâre all by yourself,â she said rather matter of factly.Â
âWell, maybe I like being alone. Think of that,â she arched her brow curiously. âAnd as far as I know youâre alone too,â she chuckled again with a little huff.Â
âTuche,â was all she replied, but she had a stupidly shiny grin on her face. Next, she reached out her hand to shake. âIâm Charlotte, by the way. But most people call me Lottie,â you hesitated for a standing moment, only staring at her hand as you kept yours loosely wrapped around your knees till you gave in, shaking her hand in greeting.Â
âIâm y/n,âÂ
âWell y/n, tell me about yourself,â she spent the rest of that lunch period at your side, asking questions about you in exchange for the little tidbits you were willing to give her. It was so strange, looking back now, how a because girl decided you looked lonely you'd be driving to upstate New York on a random Thursday night due to your desperation to find her again.Â
Lottie had always been charismatic. She liked people. She looked at them like puzzles made special for her to figure out. Maybe that was her way of avoiding herself, or maybe she just had a natural curiosity for those she didnât understand. But from that day on, she hadnât left you alone. Sheâd excitedly greet you in the halls, and invite you out with her friends and to late-night parties. She was the one who integrated you into the community and helped you find a place.Â
But she also became your best friend. However, you struggled to feel like you were hers sometimes. She was so bright and colorful, full of life and boy was she popular. She always had someone with her, unless she found the time for you exclusively, which dwindled more and more as high school progressed. Of course, this is a concern you could talk to her about but you didnât want to bother. In truth, you feared your feelings were driven by selfishness. You thought you'd never voice it, but oh, how you undoubtedly adored Lottie Matthews.Â
You felt her encase you when she was close and her laugh was enough to have you swooning. You thrived in her presence and basked in the littlest bit of attention she may offer you. Her touch was electrifying and when she grabbed your hand when she greeted you you felt what had to be magic. But of course, you could never tell. Sure, you knew you were gay and you were so fortunate that youâre mother said it was ok, but youâd never tell, ever. Even if the ache felt like it was squeezing you, you couldnât lose Lottie. You didnât want to scare her away and be a freak.Â
Part of you wonders if thatâs why you'd lost Lottie after all. You hadnât been honest with her. No, that wasnât rational. A secret didnât take down an airplane.Â
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You didnât arrive till mid-afternoon, late morning, the sun high above as you made your way towards this market. They had their location posted online, so with a quick search and an input to your mapping app you were all set to go. Moments like that reminded you of how on your road trips with your mother growing up she'd have you read the map in the passenger's seat beside her, your finger tailing over the highways towards the little star sticker added on to be your final destination. Strange how so little time felt like it had passed since then yet a whole life as well.
Venders had been set up for some time now and enjoying the comfortable air as they mingled and shopped. You hooked a tote bag over your shoulder to look less conspicuous (although there inherently isnât anything conspicuous about a middle-aged queer woman at a farmers market, still. You felt a need to keep a low profile). You wandered for some time, looking for a stall that said something like sunset honey, or maybe it was sunnyside. Something involving both the sun and honey, and it looked like the people working wore a lot of purples.Â
Honestly, it was a very nice market in itself. Had you had ulterior motives for attending you would have quite enjoyed it. That is still you grew distracted by a floristâs stand. The owner had lovely premade bouquets that ranged in a variety of colors and sizes, but what caught your eye where the assortment of white and pastel metal buckets housing small assortments of different flowers, meant to be starters for gardening. In particular stood out the small purple flowers known for growing naturally back home, in Wiskayok. You tentatively reached out to stroke the petals.Â
You hadnât formally been invited to the party, but it was one of those words get around kind of things, she no one was actually invited, right? At least, that's what you'd told yourself as you got ready in your room, obsessively messing with your hair in the mirror. It was one of those beer-guzzling bonfire things that the seniors hosted on the outskirts of the woods now and then. This time, however, the justification was the girl's soccer team going to nationals, and after the whole pep rally earlier in the day, it did sound justified.Â
You pulled back from the mirror to look back down at your clothes. You'd layered a black plaid dress with thin straps over a white sweater thatâs sleeves cut off just below your elbow with tights and docs. You tugged at your coller, attempting not to grimace. Sure, you liked dressing feminine now and then, but when it came to events like this you couldnât help the anxiety, especially with drunk boys. But still, you wanted to look nice, even if the drinks being served were from a beer keg. It just felt like one of those nights, you figured. You sighed and forced yourself to leave as there was a car horn honking outside, grabbing your backpack along the way as you went. Itâd be good to have a quick getaway available to you if need be.Â
âHave fun, hun! Make good choices for me, ok?â your mom called to you from the couch, watching one of her late-night shows while sipping tea and crocheting something as you went downstairs. You smiled, walked up beside her at the end of the couch, and kissed her forehead.Â
âI will, mama, I promise,â you forced a tiny smile. She hummed her thanks and smiled, opening her eyes to take a look at you.
âShow me this little number you assembled for me,â she said, taking off her eyeglasses and gesturing up and down with her crochet hook as she readjusted in her seat to get a better view. You stretched out an arm, the other firmly holding your backpack to your shoulder, and did a turn around for her. She smiled wide and gave you playful applause.Â
âCute! And do you like it? Everything fits well?âÂ
âYes, Mom, I promise,â you sighed, trying to refrain from rolling your eyes. It was a new dress you hadnât worn yet and you knew she was only doing the classic mom routine but you had to go!
âAlright, you go have fun. And tell your friend Charlotte good luck at nationals!â she called after you as you shut the door front door and locked it. You turned, illuminated by your porchlight, and waved to your ride. Van had the passenger window of Taisaâs car down and she waved back with a confident grin on her face. You could hear Depeche Mode playing on the radio as you approached the car. You opened the door and slid inside with a quick smile.Â
âThanks for the ride, Taissa,â you said, trying not to sound as shy as you felt. She smiled in the rearview mirror, checking her surroundings as she turned down the radio.Â
âYeah, no problem girl,â she said with effortless confidence. You didnât know Taissa or Van, or much of the school's soccer team all that well, but in your mutual connection to Lottie over the past four years youâd tagged along with them quite often and theyâd always been nice to you.
âWe couldnât say no after Lottie was so adamant we were nice,â Van joked quite loudly to Taissa, giving you an up and down with that grin again. You stared for a second, unsure of what she was trying to imply till Taissa smacked the goalie in the arm with the back of her hand, hissing her name to make her shut up as she started driving. The redhead let out an undignified yelp.
âSheâs being an asshole. And confusing. Lottie wanted you to come and she knew weâd be the best people to pick you up is all,â you still had a confused look on your face, your shoulders hunched inward.Â
âUm ok, thanks?â you said it more like a question.Â
âWhat she means, is that we like you. And weâll tell you we like you,â Van chimed in again. She wasnât as helpful to you as she thought she was.
âRight, ok. Is there something else going on that Iâm not cluing in on?â Tai and Van shared a knowing look.Â
âOk, so the other day Lot kept going on about how she worries that you donât feel like weâre all friends, and doesnât want you to feel like youâre just her other friend that tags along, ya know? So we figured we pick you up and tell you that, because some of the other girls on the team aren't the best at communicating, ya know?â
âOh. So we're friends?â you sounded far more surprised and eager than you would have wanted to. âAnd Lottie told you all that? About me, I mean?â Van grinned once more, fully turning around in her seat.Â
âYeah, dude! I think youâre really cool actually!â you began to smile more than before and leaned back, straightening up your posture.Â
âAnd, yes, Lot had all that to say and more,â Tai added on. You were thankful for the dark car hiding any color that might have rushed to your face.Â
âShe talks about you all the time,â Van blabbed on. Tai gave her a look that told the goalie to keep quiet now. Just as she did you pulled up to another house in the neighborhood that has Lottie sitting on the front porch. She shot up when she saw the car but took a last-minute look at the front door like she was waiting for something. Van maneuvered in her seat to hang out the window. âHurry up slowpoke or weâll be late to our party,â Lottie all but yelped and ran to the car after that, toward your side of the car.Â
You didnât have enough time to move out of the way and before you knew it Lottie had flung the door open with an exhilarated grin, laughing as she climbed in over your lap to collapse in the seat beside you in the back. Sheâd picked to wear all pink, which was just so fitting for her. You noticed in particular that she was wearing one of her shorter skirts that she giggled to you about hiding from her mother.Â
âShut the door and go!â she said through giggles, and once you had the time to process what was happening you did just that, closing the now-opened door to your right, and Taissa was off. Lottie lunged forward in her seat and punched Van in the shoulder, laughing all the while. âGod, fuck you! I could have been caught because of that,â she griped as Van dramatically clutched her arm.Â
âUgh, whatâs with beating on the goalie tonight? I gotta stay fit for nationals and Iâll be covered in bruises at this rate,âÂ
âWhatever. Youâre always covered in bruises, and not all of them are from soccer,â Lottie implied, her hands gripping Taissaâs headrest in front of her so she could lean forward and talk to the two girls up front. That is till she scooted back to give you her full attention.Â
âWell, youâre liking fine as hell tonight hot stuff! Have you been hiding this little number?â Lottie asked, reaching out to touch the material of the dress you were wearing along your leg. You managed to force a laugh and playfully swatter her hand away with shifty eye contact.Â
âItâs new. My mom got it for me during our last mall trip. She wanted me to expand my wardrobe or whatever,â you played off causally. Lottie gave you a knowing smile and sighed as she turned to look out the window.Â
âI think it looks great, just like you always do,â she murmured rather quietly. You weren't even sure you were supposed to hear her. Not long after Tai parked and you all got out of the car. Van yelled something at the crowd that had already gotten things started and there was a low collection of howling and yelling in response to her. Lottie got out of the car before you but stopped and waited by your door for you to get out with her. She said nothing but had that perky smile on the whole time as she watched you expectantly.
âSo, whatcha wanna do?â you asked. She shrugged.Â
âI dunno. Maybe get reeeeeally drunk,â she toyed, reaching out to take your hand like it had become second nature. Tai walked up to the two of you from the driver seat of the car, double-checking as she locked it shut and shoved her keys in her jacket pocket. She made a purposefully obvious glance down at your entwined fingers then back up to Lottie.
âCareful Lot, people might talk,â she said with what Lottie took as a comfortable coolness but it sent a shiver down your back that caused you to think about pulling away.Â
âPfft! I don't give a flying fuck! Let them talk!â she announced quite loudly, leaning forward with her free hand on her hip. She turned her gaze back to you and wiggled her brows as she grinned. âCome on. Get a drink with me,â she urged, tugging you away from Taissa.Â
âDonât listen to her. No one is looking, and if they are they donât care. Whatâs wrong with holding hands anyway?â Lottie babbled on as she pulled you in line for a beer with her. She was still holding onto your hand quite tight as she jumped into rambling about something related to her French class. Maybe a recent test? You weren't exactly sure. Despite everything sheâd said before, it felt like everyone was looking, but not because of you. Because of Lottie. She was the pretty, popular girl while you were just the weirdo she hung around. With that idea in your head, it was pretty hard to not be self-continuous. You were so in your head that you didnât notice her shoving a beer in your hand.Â
âWha- oh, thanks,â you stuttered. You'd let go of her hand to get your drink, opting to use both hands to hold it. Lottie frowned as she was handed her drink ans thanked the guy passing them out.Â
âHey, you alright? Lost you for a sec,â she murmured. Sheâd become so gentle all of a sudden. Were you really that fragile? She forced a smile and nodded.
âYeah, I'm great. Just haven't gotten into the party mood yet, I guess,âÂ
âOh, ok. Do you wanna step away, clear your head a bit?â you shook your head no.Â
âNah, I'm good. Iâm just gonna grab something from my bag in Taiâs car, ok?â Lottie tilted her head, almost like she was trying to look at you from a new angle.Â
âI can go with you,â she offered. God, why did she have to be so attentive and sweet?
âI promise Iâll be fine-â you started only for a distraction to catch your eye. âHey, Shauna and Jackie are over that way. Iâll meet up with you when Iâm done,â you offered, dialing up that chipper tone as high as you could. She finally gave in and nodded, making her way over to her other friends while you crept away to dash toward Tai, wherever she was. You eventually found her after dodging around cars and trees listening to Van argue with a group of boys about something sports-related probably. That honestly wasnât a huge concern of hers at the moment.Â
âHey, Taissa. can I borrow your keys?â Taissa arched a brow.Â
âYouâre not trying to use my car to go joyriding or to fuck, right?âÂ
âWhat? Oh my god- no. I just wanna get something from my bag. Itâs in the car,âÂ
âWhere's Lot?â why is that relevant right now?
âSheâs with Jackie and Shauna,â you began messing with the loose hair falling in your face, averting your eyes from her. Tai gave you an up and down before tugging at Vanâs jacket.Â
âVan, go with y/n to my car, ok?âÂ
âI was just in the middle-â Van started till Tai arched a brow and she gave in. Tai dropped her keys in the redhead's hand and you were off to the car again.Â
âDo you already wanna leave?â Van asked, walking backward in front of you.Â
âNo, I just want something from my bag,â Van slowed to walk in stride with her hands in her pockets, watching you as you watched everyone who passed.Â
âCare to share?â you just looked at her and finally managed a laugh.
âIâll share when we get there,â upon reaching the car and unlocking it, you grabbed your bag and made your way to a more secluded edge over the party where youâd be left alone, Van trailing close behind till you set your solo cup on the ground, sat down saddle style on an old, knocked-over log to rummage through your bag. You pulled out a baggy youâd been holding onto and a lighter.
âDamn, y/n, I didnât think you the type,â the goalie said as she dropped down across from you. âWhereâd ya get it?â she asked, taking the joint you pulled out to share.Â
âMy older brother. He lives with my dad while heâs going to school and I visited him over Christmas and he gave me a few that I use quite sparingly.Â
âDivorced?â she asked, referring to your parents. You shrugged.
âKinda, but not really? Itâs weird. They still like each other and get along but they aren't exclusive by any means. Dad works in Cali while mom moved here to look after her mom whoâs a few houses down from us,â you explained as you fidgeted with the lighter, fixated on the way the flame moved up and down, on and off. Van snatched it out of your hand during an âoffâ moment to light the joint now placed firmly between her teeth.Â
You simply watched her process, lighting the joint and then taking in a long breath before holding and letting it go with a sigh as though she was relieved before passing it to you. She did the same, watching your breath in with your eyes shut only to exhale into the dark, finishing off with a small cough before passing it once again. You could see streetlights from the main road from here, you realized.Â
âYouâre into Lot, arenât you?â her voice was low to not attract attention, but she was confident in what she had asked. You paused, staring out at the lights just a short walk away. Normally, an insinuation that you were gay would have you panicked. It could have been the weed, but maybe you'd relaxed and found some sliver of comfort in the redhead, your new companion.
âI think I do,â you whistled through your teeth at your admission. You turned to meet her eyes when she nudged your shoulder with the side of her hand, passing the joint off again. âThink Iâm a lost cause?â Van snorted and shook her head.
âOh, hell no. That girlâs crazy about you,â Van said with a sigh, leaning back on her hands where she was sitting on the log. âNow, I donât know what type of way she feels. Sexual, romantic, or just friendship. But there's something there. Lotâs banked a lot on you,â you began to smile again, soft and mellow as you took another hit. After that one, you leaned down to take a chug of your beer. You offered to pass again, but Van had turned her attention back to the party, particularly to Taissa who looked like she was getting shit from Shauna. Even from over her, you could tell she was wasted given how she stumbled around. Van groaned and got up from where she was sitting.
âKeep it. I gotta deal with this,â she huffed as she left. You watched her go, eyes trailing after her to meet with Lottieâs, who was staring right at you, arm crossed over her chest and cup in hand. She seemed to hesitate between you and her arguing friends, but when the debate got particularly loud she turned with a furrowed brow. You watched her go and kept watching till Jackie derailed the entire situation, pulling all the girls away likely to yell at them. With that done, you sighed, leaning back to fully lie on the log, the joint between your lips and legs dangling over either side as you shut your eyes.Â
âYou hiding from me over here?â you opened your eyes. The joint was nearly out as it had just been sitting between your teeth for who knows how long by now. Lottie stood over you, arms still crossed as she held onto her nearly drained drink. you shook your head, sitting up as she sat down beside you on your left, much closer than Van had been. You readjusted, sitting properly with both legs over one side of the log, shoulders hunched. Lottie's arm brushed against yours when she moves. âYou didnât come back,â she simply steed with no malice or accusation in her voice. You shrugged.Â
âI was getting overwhelmed I guess,â you murmured. âDidnât feel like talking,âÂ
âYou seemed chatty with Vanâ Again, she simply stated fact. You sighed and leaned down to take another drink. Lottie took the joint from your hand. You watched, then reached for the lighter to give it a second wind. She held it between her forefinger and thumb for you and once it ignited once more it found home between her lips. You watched, sipping your beer. She smoked far prettier than Van had.
âVanâs a good listener guess. Doesnât talk too much,â Lottie snorted out a laugh at that.Â
âI don't think anyone has ever said âVan Palmer doesnât talk muchââ you chuckled out a soft laugh to match hers. You looked away, out at the lights again. Lottie took another breath in, letting the joint sit between her fingers with her crossed arms. She watched the lights with you, though she might not understand the fixation you seemed to have on them. That is, till she paused, turning fully to watch you. She tilted her head again, unexpectedly brushing her fingers over your temple to guide loose hair obstructing her view out of the way and behind your ear. âLet me kiss you,â she murmured, almost as though she was pleading. You turned back to her. Her hand settled on your cheek, fingertips curiously brushing over the apple of your cheek.
âDonât kid me,â you whispered, eyes glazing as you darted down to her parted lips.Â
âNever,â she shook her head ever so slightly. It made her hair sway. You swallowed hard but shakily nodded. That was enough of a yes for her to move in. She immediately dropped the joint in her hand and the hand tracing your cheek found home on the back of your neck. Her now free hand rested behind your ear, stroking your hair as you latched onto her waist, using your left hand to hold you up on the log.Â
She kissed like she knew exactly what she was doing. As though this had all been part of a longstanding plan. Sheâd envisioned this just as you had, and fuck was it perfect. Her lisp whereas urgent as your own and had it not been a public space you might have let her do anything she wanted to you right then and there. She scrunched her fist into your hair, unintentionally pulling ever so lightly on your scalp and eliciting a sudden moan from your throat which only egged her on further till she had to pull away with you chasing after her.Â
You opened your eyes wide, lips still parted as you gasped for breath in and out. And then, of course, you got shy, anxious voices telling you sheâd regret this immediately. You began to turn from her but the hand in your hair let go and moved to trace knuckles over your cheek and subsequently turn your eyes back to her. She shook her head, murmuring no over and over, soothing you like a child about to cry. And at that thought, the thought of crying alone, you felt the tears spike in your eyes. She watched your brow crinkle as your lip trembled and she pulled you into her chest, holding you as close as she could.Â
The hand on your neck found your back as the hand on your cheek moved to cup the back of your head. You buried into your neck as you cried, and she rested her cheek against your scalp, murmuring over and over how it was all ok. She kissed your hair, rubbed your back, and rocked you from side to side as your hands vigorously clung to her sweater, fearing letting her go, because what if the magic would be over and gone when she was out of your hands?Â
But reluctantly you needed to let her go, and eventually, that point came where you emerged from her embrace, the scent of her shampoo and perfume fading from you quickly as you met her puffed, teary gaze. She moved to hold your cheeks in her hands as her breath shook. You held your hands around hers, kissing her palm with a weak smile. Fortunately, that had her let go of a watery laugh. But neither of you spoke yet. You just sat in warm silence till you readjusted to be side by side once more, your head lulled to her shoulder with her cheek at your temple.
âFuck, what do we even do after that?â you breathed, eyes training down to the long discarded joint and red solo cups with only sips left of beer in them, though yours has spilled at some point, soaking the ground under it.Â
âI leave tomorrow,â she murmured back. You dressed your lips together before letting go of another sigh.Â
âI know⌠we should have waitedâ she chuckled sleepily.
âI donât think so,â you hummed your why. âIâll be excited to get back here. Well, more excited than I already was to see you,â you chuckled, though your tongue dripped with wordless sarcasm.Â
âDonât forget about me,âÂ
âOh, how could I ever after that?â she teased with another giggle. You smiled, nuzzling your nose into her shoulder. With the change in direction, you got an idea upon seeing a small purple flower growing just beside her shoe.
âI know how,â you started, reaching across her side to pick it, leaving a nice, long stem to tuck behind her ear and in her hair. You sat back to admire your work and smiled. âPurple suits you,â you decided, tucking some of the hair behind her ear for a better look at your work. She chuckled with a sniffle, her fingers gently wrapping around your palm, catching you to kiss your fingertips.Â
âMam, are you alright?â you were dragged out of your daydream like a shockwave and had to take several moments to ground yourself again, taking in a deep breath. You blinked repeatedly, shaking your head before forcing a smile.Â
âYes, Iâm so sorry. I was remembering something I needed,â you said with a forced chuckle. The florist smiled, though he seemed a little unsure. You turned back to the flower, petal still gently settled between your fingers. âIâll take this, while Iâm here,â you said as you cleared your throat, gently picking up the small white bucket and giving it to the florist to ring up.Â
âAh, Ruellia caroliniensis. But itâs better known as Carolina Wild Petunia. A good choice. Pick it for any reason? I ask everybody that,â he asked, making meaningless small talk. Your eyes stayed focused on the waving petals of the plant as it was gently jostled around.Â
âIt just reminded me of someone I knew, I guess,â he smiled thoughtfully and nodded with a soft hum of acknowledgment before he asked you for cash or charge. You picked charge which resulted in you digging through your purse for your card.Â
âOh my god! y/n! A shrill voice called when you werenât looking and just as you pulled out your debit card. You gave the florist youâre card before turning to look who it might be only to have the Misty Quigley herself approaching you with the wide smile and outstretched arms that you felt you had to reciprocate. She squeezed you quite tight and when she let go her hands remained at your side for a moment as she seemed to look at you in awe.
âWell, what the heck are you doing here?â she asked tilting her head with that smile still plastered across her lips till she gasped âOh! Are you looking for Nat too?â you furrowed your brow and frowned.Â
âWhat? No, Iâm-â
âUh, mam, youâre purchase?â the florist interrupted. You turned from Misty to grab your new belonging, which he had been so kind and bagged for you as well as outstretching your card back to you.Â
âYes, thank you so much! I truly appreciate it!â you said as chipperly as you could before ushering Misty out of the manâs stall and towards a clearing. âWhat, what are you talking about with Natalie?â
âShe got kidnapped!â the blond exclaimed, adjusting her glasses. âShe was taken from the motel she was staying in back home and weâre here to find her,â she blabbered on.Â
âHold on, when did Nat get out of rehab and who is we?â
âI dunno, a few weeks ago I think? So much had been going on and it's been hard to keep track and âweâ is me and Walter,â you were still confused about the situation and about to ask who Walter was when the man himself showed up. Heâd be trailing behind Misty for some time, just casually in the background. He was so average you hadnât even noticed him. The man waved and offered a smile. You tentatively returned the wave but still seemed confused.Â
âIâm not here for Natalie. I didnât hear about that at all. No, Iâm looking for Lottie,â you said rather bluntly. Misty frowned and it was now her turn to be confused.Â
âLottie? But sheâs been in Switzerland for years-âÂ
âWell I thought that too will I saw this,â you whispered, hissing through your teeth as you frantically pulled out your phone and the screenshot youâd taken of the farmers market Instagram post, zooming in on Lottie and shoving the device into her hands.
âNo, that canât be her,âÂ
âIt is. I just- itâs not a great angle but I know itâs her,â you insisted. Misty began to scan the photo curiously, zooming back out when she let out a dramatic gasp and began excitedly smacking at your arm.Â
âPurple people!â you yelled. âPurple people!â she repeated it to Walter this time, which summoned him to rush over and huddle around your phone.
âThe purple people took Natalie!â she explained with far too much excitement for your liking.Â
âCould they have taken Lottie,â Misty shrugged.Â
âI dunno, maybe. But only one way to find out!â She shoved your phone back in your hand and began aggressively powerwalking away with Walter tight on her heels. You hesitated momentarily before shutting your phone off and shoving it into your purse, hustling after them.Â
âWait! Do you know where to go?â
âYes! Of course! We found out from the other stalls,â she called back. âGet in your car and follow us!â she sounded far too excited for this whole ordeal, but what other options did you have to find Lottie? You ran back to your car, got in, and started with heavy breath ready to take the next step on this crazy adventure you found yourself on.Â
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After quite a bit of driving, they pulled off into a bed and breakfast parking lot and parked. You parked beside them and got out with a frustrated expression.Â
âWe're not going tonight.â Misty rolled her eyes and she pulled her suitcase out of the trunk of what you assumed was Walterâs car.Â
âSomeone,â she was heavily implying someone to be Walter, especially with the annoyed, flat-mouthed looks he gave him âwanted to wait till morning because he thinks the cult will expect us at night,â you gave her a look that asked âreallyâ and Misty threw up a hand, shaking her head as she grabbed onto her luggage.Â
âI know! Trust me, I know, but captainâs orders,â she huffed as she followed Walter into the B&B. You paused, letting out an exasperated sigh before going to grab your duffle back and your plant. You hear Misty muttering about not using her real name as she and Walter get a room.Â
âAnd it's just for one room, right?â the concierge asked. There was an irritatingly comedic back and forth of yes, and no, then both of them settled on no, two rooms would be fine.Â
âAnd, um, you can put mine under the name Lady Mallowan,â Misty gave herself a name straight out of Clue or a shitty romance novel and you couldnât help rolling your eyes.Â
âSeventeen and eighteen. Up the stairs to the right,â then went back and forth with thank yous as they clumsily took their keys, then started deliberating about luggage when Walter offered to take the suitcase off of Mistyâs hands.Â
âJust one room under y/n l/n is fine, please,â you said simply. You saw Misty and her new boyfriend exchange an appalling look and you had to refrain from laughing.Â
âRoom nineteen,âÂ
âThatâs great, thanksâ You dropped your things upon entry, but gently placed your plant in its bed on the nightstand before collapsing on your bed with a long sigh. Of course, you'd need to get up and change, but for now, lying on your back in a bed that wasnât yours was all you could feel like doing. That is till you got up from said bed and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a small paper cup of water that you set on the nightstand as you sat on the edge of the bed. You tentatively opened the bag that held your plant and took it out, setting it on the stand to be out and in the fresh air. You gave it a light drink from the cup before you returned to the bathroom for a shower.Â
-đ-
You were woken by Mistyâs knock at youâre door bright and early at seven-thirty and back on the road by eight after grabbing complimentary breakfast to go. It was a rather long drive to wherever you were going, but you once again found ways to fill the time. That is till Walter took a screeching u-turn that almost caused a car crash on a winding, wet wooded road, but that was a conversation for later. You pulled up beside them and followed as they now stood excitedly outside a green gate that happened to have a matching bee on it. All you carried with you was your tote bag with your plant tucked away inside. Why you felt the need to bring it, you weren't sure, but it felt necessary.Â
âThe bee is where the purple people are!â Misty insistently explained.
âOk, do we need to call them âthe purple peopleâÂ
âWell, yes, but that's only till we get a better name for them. But anyway,â without another word of it, Misty ducked under the gate herself and began walking up the road.Â
âOk, weâre getting hit by a car if we do that-â you started but she shook her head.Â
âIt'll be fine. It looks decently short,â
âWell what about my car?â you urged.Â
âJust lock it! Whoâs pulling over in the rain to rob an unattended car out here?â you sighed with exasperation.Â
âI dunno, maybe people from the cult weâre actively visiting,â you mumbled to yourself.Â
âWhat was that!âÂ
âNothing!â you huffed, following after Misty and now Walter, who had started moving shortly after her. Sheâd been right though. It was a rather short walk with no cars. You found yourself in what looked like a parking lot in the middle of the woods blocking off yet another road with an even larger fence in front of it. Misty and Walter were actively messing with an intercom system that seemed to have worked as they excitedly returned to your side.Â
âAlright, so the man on the other end, I think his name was Jack or Jackson- anyway, heâs getting Natalie and she's coming to meet us here,â
âBut what about Lottie?â Misty adjusted her glasses and folded her arms with a shrug.Â
âI thought we could have Natalie confirm that, because we know sheâs in there-â
âYou donât believe me,â you interrupted as she began trailing off.
âWell, we do not want to be making outlandish accusations to strangers, I mean-â she got easily distracted by the sound of someone walking down the pebbled path.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â Nataline started with heavy irritation.Â
âOh, thank God you're safe,â Misty would have hugged her by now had the gate not been in her way.
âSafe? What are you talking about?â her attention turned to you and her eyes widened with further confusion âHi, y/n,â she added tentatively. You awkwardly waved as she gave you a nod.Â
âAnd who the fŐ˝ck is this?â she gestured to Walter now.Â
âWalter,â he simply introduced himself with a wave and a light chuckle before going on. âI've heard nothing but wonderful things about youâ Natalie scrunched her nose, clearly not caring all that much about what impression Misty had given him of her upon first meeting.Â
 âWe're here to rescue you!â Misty eagerly interjected again. âI mean, you-you were kidnapped, right?â
âNo. Uh, yes, technically I was, but it's no big deal, okay?â the notion that Natalieâs kidnapping wasnt that big of a deal was bewildering to Misty as seen on her face, but honestly you understood her reaction.Â
âLottie sent some people for me, but I'm not being held against my will,â she muttered, twisting her neck as she spoke. âWell, not anymoreâ It was now your turn to perk up.Â
âI'm sorry, Lottie?â
âI told you she was here,â you hissed through your teeth at Misty, moving closer to the fencing.Â
âWait- as in Lottie? Lottie, who was committed to a mental institution in Switzerland? That Lottie?â
âYes, Misty, that's the one,â Natalie turned to you once more âI'm assuming you had your theories or whatever?â
âOh, Iâm not here with them-â you paused. âOk, originally I was coming here all on my own, but we ran into each other, and well,â from there you gave up. Â
âWait, Natalie, Natalie!â Misty derailed the conversation once again. âââYou're gonna have to elaborate,Â
âLook, she runs a place here, and she's helping me reflect or whatever. So, you and your Hardy Boy can go home,â she looked Walter up and down again about Hardy Boy.
âButâŚâ
âI'm doing a fŐ˝cking thing here, Misty. I don't need you getting in my way,â sheâd lost patience with the blondeâs interruptions and persistence and in all honestly, you felt bad for her given how she shrank back at the raised tone. But she quickly toughened back up, turned on her heels, and marched back in the direction you'd come.Â
âShe seems nice,â Walter tried to lighten the mood. Natalie sighed with either exhaustion or irritation, watching them go before her eyes drifted to you, still standing in front of her. âYouâre not done too?â
âNatalie, I need to see her,â she let out a scoffish chuckle and sighed through her nose.Â
âOh, Iâm sure you do,âÂ
âIâm serious, Natalie,â
âOh no, I can tell you are, donât worry. Just- just give me a minute, alright. Let me ask my guy,â she began to turn but waited for you to nod before actually leaving. You stood still, turning to check your surroundings once more just to be as sure as possible. Natalie returned quite quickly with a man behind her. She shrugged, seeming surprised by the verdict herself as the gateâs electric lock began to unlatch letting you in.Â
âUh, my car is still parked with some of my things,â Natalie was already shaking her head.Â
âWe can have someone come and retrieve it all later,â Natalieâs companion started ad Natalie turned, already heading up the hill for a second time.Â
âBut you're not gonna need it!â she yelled behind her. Due to her eagerness to leave the scene, you were left walking beside the strange man who let you in.Â
âSo, I'm assuming youâre Jack orâŚâ you drawled off but he chuckled, appreciating your intention.Â
âJeferson,â he cleared.Â
âRight, ok. Nice to meet you,â you nodded, your hands clutching quite tight to the straps of your tote bag. âLook, I donât mean to sound rude, but Iâm only here to see Lottie not join your⌠well join whatever you're up to,â he laughed again and nodded.Â
âDonât worry. She knows you're here,â a shive rushed down your spine as you realized what was happening. âIâm instructed to take her to you, actually,âÂ
âOh. wow, thatâs just great. Yeah, great,â you whispered to yourself as you bit your lip, questioning if this was going to be a good idea after all. When you looked up again, taking a deep breath you were met with quite a beautiful scene before you. It was a nice, well-organized camp on a lake with cabins and what you assumed were social areas all around and throughout the woods. You paused for a moment to take it in and wonder, did Lottie make all of this?Â
âCharlotte is waiting this way, Ms. l/n,â Jeferson interrupted your wonderings.Â
âMhm, Iâm coming,â you had to manually tell your feet to move before you could follow him to the separate cabin that must be Lottieâs. He had already walked up the stairs by the time you approached the porch, taking a moment to appreciate its handiwork before trudging up the creaking wood. Jefferson opened the door but didnât enter, only gesturing for you to go in.Â
âCharlotte will be here as soon as she can step away,â he explained as you cautiously walked in. You nodded, turning around to give him your thanks but he was already shutting the door, leaving you to your own devices. For a moment you stood completely still, watching the wooden door anticipating her walking in at any second, but after a few seconds of stillness, your foot began bouncing with building anxiety squeezing at your chest.Â
âShit,â you hissed, turning to look around your surroundings and find something to help you calm down. You put your bag on the table, but take the time to take the plant out and set it beside your bag. You rubbed your sweating palms on your pants and began to wander around the single room you found yourself in. Her main space was split into a small lounge-ish office space with a kitchen on the other half.Â
You assumed the bathroom and her bedroom were down in the back of the cabin and with a craning of your neck you could see in one of the rooms but you decided it best to leave that be. Wandering around the office space you ran your fingertips over the edge of her desk. You peaked over the edge, curiosity winning momentarily before you restrained yourself, instead turning to the art hung on her wall featuring deer and other wilderness things before resigning yourself to the couch facing her desk.Â
You flopped down rather unceremoniously but couldn't help sitting stiff, hunched forward with your knee bouncing in anticipation. Your eyes trained on her desk again, which was mostly bare of anything decor-like other than the two small picture frames. You forced yourself to look away till your nerves kicked in again and you were back up and taking the large one into your hands. It featured a classic team photo of the soccer team back in high school, but earlier on during your sophomore year.Â
You chuckled lightly scanning over the baby faces your old friends used to have. Having something familiar to look at was relaxing, you decided. Maybe not the most morally correct thing, but this was an exceptional situation. So, you moved on to the small one, thinking none of it till she got a look and your heart dropped again. Pressed pristinely against the glass was an all too familiar flower, nearly identical to the one you'd been carrying for the past day and a half. Only this one had far more wear to it, clearly showing its age. It had faded in color over time, taking on hues of parchment brown rather than the vibrant purples youâd been familiar with. You traced over the shapes of the petals, likely dry and dusty to the touch by now over its safety net of glass. That is till you heard the carbon door abruptly shut.
And oh, she was perfect. She was sickeningly, stunningly perfect but all you could do was freeze where you stood, grip tightening around the small wooden frame in your clasp out of fear you might drop it if you didnât squeeze tight. And she stood just as stunned at you. Age had encompassed her face all this time, but it was still her face. The one you had ingrained in your mind, so much more detailed than any photograph. You felt your chin begin to quiver. Â
âPlease tell me you didn't hold on to that all these years" You had to force it out with your breath ad your brow bowed with the strain of keeping it together. And then she laughed. She laughed her laugh, now blossoming with the beautiful thing that is age, just as every other part of her was. She moved toward you as though she was floating. She took her caftan off so smoothly it was like the breeze itself removed it for her. And before anything else, she took the frame from your hands, fingertips brushing together only for a moment. She returned it to its place before shakily turning back to you, tears drizzling from her eyes as she smiled.
âHow could I not,â she murmured with a laugh full of exasperated joy as though she couldnât believe what she was seeing. Her hands hovered over your arms as though she feared touching you would break the illusion, but with the way your lip trembled and tears rolled from your eyes as you held back a strangled sob she couldnât refrain herself. It all felt so new and old all at once and oh, how overwhelming she was, her hands cupped at your face, thumbs stroking at your tears as you let it all go, sopping into her.Â
Just as she had years before she murmured sweet nothing promising that you were safe and you were here, but not only you. After so much time she needed the reassurance of reality just as much. She pulled you in, just as before and your nose found its rightful place in the curve of her neck as her cheek found your scalp. She held you up and close as your knees began to shake and you had to grip onto her shoulder blades for what felt like dear life. You needed to feel her to truly know that she was here, she was real and she was yours, as were you.
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// lottie matthewâs does not like you. youâre annoying, preppy, and way too nice. lottie doesnât fail to show you time after time just how much she hates you. you finally get the message and steer clear of her, until senior year, when you both get paired up for a science project. //
warnings: asshole!lottie, sweet!reader, pining, mutual pining, oblivious!reader, hints of underage drinking, lowkey jealous lottie if you squint, lottie is an idiot
(this is part 3, you can read part 2 here, and part 1 here)
on this night and in this light (i think iâm falling)
âdonât you think we should be, i donât know, actually working?â lottie questions sardonically, and you turn your head to scowl at her from where youâre laying on the rug in your room. a new episode of sabrina the teenage witch was playing and you were excitedly watching it. âshut up! sabrina is talking!â you hiss warningly, causing the yellowjackets sweeper to roll her eyes in annoyance, while you turn your gaze back to the tv. âwhy didnât you tell me you were going to be doing this the whole time? i wouldâve just gone home.â itâs a blatant lie, but you donât know that, and lottie doesnât want to tell you otherwise.
you scoff, âyeah, sure. after the way you acted when i cancelled yesterday? youâre stuck here now.â the comment is supposed to annoy lottie, but it doesnât. it doesnât annoy her at all, the thought of being stuck here with you. lottie blinks rapidly, trying to shove that thought so far away, sheâll never have to deal with it again. âyou donât like sabrina?â you ask, gesturing to the tv, and lottie shakes her head. âi donât really watch tv.â she mutters her response, making you furrow your brows and laugh lightly. âseriously? arenât your parents loaded? i thought youâd have a huge theater where you watch all your favorite shows and movies.â you tease her, causing her to glower in your direction.
âyou thought wrong.â she retorts, but thereâs something in her tone that you canât quite place. you can sense the shift in demeanor, but you donât press the subject. lottie is like an animal youâre trying to tame. she could snap at any moment for any reason. you know lottie is like this for a reason; you canât help but wonder if maybe her mother is just as angry as her. or perhaps her father has a temper. âwell, either way⌠itâs been kind of nice having you over.â you start cautiously, and lottie looks over at you; her tenebrous gaze meeting yours.
âi just mean, i get lonely sometimes even though iâm here with my siblings all the time. itâs nice to have someone to spend time with.â you ramble, and lottieâs eyes seem to soften in a way youâve never seen before. âi like being here with you too.â lottie says before she can think twice, taking not only herself by surprise, but you as well. a faint blush creeps onto your face, and lottie takes in how pretty you are. before either of you can say anything else, your older sister barges through your bedroom door, causing you to jump.
lottie looks annoyed at the intrusion, and she sends a scowl the older girls way. elise stares at you for a moment, furrowing her brows as she notices how flushed your cheeks are. she can nearly feel the tension in the room. âmom said dinners ready. she served your friend a plate.â the eighteen year old comments, flashing you a knowing look. you nod, âokay! be there in a minute.â you aimlessly respond, trying to keep your eyes away from your sisters. you do everything to stop blushing but it doesnât seem to work. elise reluctantly leaves without saying anything else, and lottie clears her throat.
âi feel bad your mom has been setting an extra plate for me. i didnât even ask if it was okayâŚâ lottie trails off, insecurity laced throughout her tone. you shake your head quickly in protest, âmy mom likes you! she thinks your nice, and she doesnât mind.â you assure her, âbesides, my dad always works super late so he never eats with us. thereâs always an extra seat.â you ramble a bit, and lottie feels a bunch of mini starbursts in her chest; going off rapidly one by one. she swallows thickly, âthanks.â she doesnât know what else to say and internally cringes at her response. you get up, flashing her a little grin that causes her belly to flip in an uncomfortable way.
âcome on, matthewâs, before my mom gets pissed.â you taunt, waiting for her to get up from her seat on your bed. she follows you out of your room, chuckling slightly, âi canât imagine your mom angry. sheâs so tiny.â lottie makes you giggle, âtrust me, she can be terrifying. have you ever heard that shorter people are more likely be evil because theyâre close to hell?â your retort sounds serious, which makes it even more hilarious, and lottie canât help but burst out laughing. you giggle as well, and you donât even realize elise and your mother are staring at you both with inscrutable looks.
you and lottie aimlessly take a seat beside each other, and lottie smiles at your mother. âthank you, mrs. l/n. this smells delicious.â she says politely, and your mom offers her a smile. âyouâre welcome, sweetheart. itâs carne asada, beans, and rice, y/nâs favorite.â she admits, and elise snickers, âbasics just like her.â the older girl chimes in, and sabrina giggles while you flush. lottie looks at you, and she canât stop thinking about how pretty you look when you blush. surely sheâs notice how pretty you were before, but she canât remember ever thinking about it. elise is the only one who is aware of the way lottie is looking at you.
âso mom⌠maria invited me to a get together at her sorority house. can i go after dinner?â elise asks hopefully, and your mom gets this skeptical look on her face. âa get together? at a sorority house?â she questions uncertainly, obviously not buying it. âyeah! itâs just a few of the girls! please mom?â the oldest teen asks, putting on her best puppy eyes. lisa quirks a brow challengingly, âthen you wouldnât mind taking y/n with you?â she asks, smiling in a condescending way. she obviously seems to know elise will refuse to bring you along. your eyes widen at the same time eliseâs do.
âme!?â
âher!?â
you both respond to your mother at the same time, and lisa nods simply. âif itâs a get together, then you should have no problem with taking your sister. besides, when was the last time you two did anything together?â the older woman asks, and a glower etches itself onto eliseâs features. âwhy canât i go too!?â sabrina asks, pouting and clearly upset. âbecause youâre failing english, and need to study.â lisa pointedly responds, and elise huffs. âfine. iâll take her, but sheâs gonna be complaining the whole time!â
your eyebrows nearly meet your hairline, and you protest quickly. âi donât wanna go! itâs friday night, and the last thing i wanna do is spend it with elise and a bunch of her weird friends!â you flash your mom a pair of begging eyes, âplease donât make me go.â lottie commends your mother for having the willpower to go against those eyes because damn, she feels her resolve slipping and the peculiar need to step in and protect you kicks in. âi can go with you guys. just so youâre not stuck there alone.â lottie offers, and your head turns to gaze at her.
you blink a few times, clearly confused as to why lottie matthewâs would want to spend a friday night with you. âbut didnât you get invited to becky martinâs bonfire?â you inquire, and lottie shrugs, âi wasnât gonna go to that anyways.â she lies, but you seem to believe her because you flash her a grateful expression, âi mean if you really wanna be stuck with eliseâs friends all night, then sure.â you half joke, making your older sister scoff. âmy friends arenât that bad! i mean at least i have more than three, unlike you!â she hisses, and you roll your eyes.
âever heard of quality over quantity?â you sardonically retort, making lottie chuckle. elise narrows her eyes at you, âyouâre so lucky moms forcing me to bring you.â she mutters, as she continues eating.
after dinner you and lottie head back to your room, and youâre a bit quieter than usual. âyou donât have to go just for my expense, you know? i know you were planning on being at that bonfire tonight.â you say softly, and lottie tenses up as you call her out. thereâs no malice or anger in your tone, but lottie frowns. âif i wanted to go to that bonfire i would. iâm hanging with you tonight.â she responds adamantly, and the way you smile washes all of her doubts away.
âokay then, i guess iâll start getting ready. you already look pretty, but we can stop by your house if you want to change?â you suggest and lottie shrugs, trying to ignore the sensations inside of her that she gets when you call her pretty. âiâll just go like this. i mean, itâs just a bunch of eliseâs lame friends. theyâre probably just gonna talk about books and stuff.â she jokes, and you giggle, making her stomach get all knotted up again. god, she really hates that feeling.
throughout the entire way to the sorority house, lottie canât help but occasionally steal a few glances at you. you had decided to wear a pair of tight black flare jeans, and a cropped fur coat that apparently belongs to elise. lottie wasnât used to seeing you outside of your usual school clothes. youâd mostly wear jeans and sweaters; hiding every part of yourself. though tonight lottie had a hard time keeping her eyes off you. as soon as elise pulls into the parking lot of the campus, you can hear loud music in the distance.
your confusion only seems to grow as the music gets louder, the closer to the sorority house you all get. finally, your steps begin to falter when you realize youâre approaching a house with a few drunk students outside. someone was laying on the grass, and another person was holding her friends hair while she threw up in a bush. âelise this is not a get together! this is a frat party!â you exclaim angrily, as a large guy drunkenly stumbles past you guys. elise actually looks guilty for a moment, but the expression is quickly replaced by an angry one. âthatâs why i didnât want you to come! god, mom treats me like iâm a fucking kid! iâm eighteen; i should be allowed to have some fun.â she snaps, and you sigh.
âyou shouldâve just been honest with me. or snuck out like a normal person your age! now iâm stuck here!â you begin to argue with the older girl, who huffs in response. âyeah, cause being at a college frat party is every seventeen year olds worst nightmare. seriously, y/n, when was the last time you were even invited to a party?â elise sardonically asks, and you frown. âiâve been to parties!â you internally cringe at how stupid you sound, and even lottie knows youâre lying. sheâs only ever seen you at one party before, and even then you had left early.
elise shakes her head in dismay, âi bet you wouldnât even know what to do at a place like this.â she challenges, and lottie frowns when she sees the determination on your features. âwell, why donât you put your money where your mouth is?â you provoke her back, suddenly thinking about those new shoes youâve been wanting for a month. elise lights up, and lottie thinks itâs the first time sheâs ever seen her look so excited as she talks to you. âfine. if you can get a guy or two to dance with you, and actually let loose⌠iâll buy you anything you want from the mall. under a hundred and twenty bucks.â she says and you nod in agreement. âdeal.â you confirm, holding your hand out for your sister to shake.
lottie gets a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach as the three of you walk into the sorority house. immediately lottie is alert and aware of how many people there are in here; how crowded and dim-lit the house is. losing you here would be easy, and itâd take lottie forever to find you. elise ditches you as soon as she sees her friends, and lottie hates that sheâs thinking about what itâd be like if she didnât come. youâd be stuck here, alone.
âat least theyâre playing good music.â you comment, noticing an upbeat spanish song was playing. lottieâs cheeks turn a shade of crimson red as she flushes timidly. âi failed spanish class last year⌠i think iâm doing really bad in french too this year.â she reveals and you let out this tinkling laugh that causes her to stare at you. she takes in how you look under this lighting; your hair was clipped back in a half updo, but it was still curled in this carefree way that made lottie think you looked absolutely beautiful. she glances away, trying to think of anything but that.
âitâs okay, i suck at french. i only passed spanish class because it was my first language.â you tell her, and she smiles at the admission, âi donât think iâll ever be able to learn another language, itâs like my head just canât grasp anything other than english. spanish is sexy though.â lottie blurts out, and you raises your eyebrows in a bit of amusement as her cheeks burn in humiliation. she has no idea why she just said that.
âhere you go pretty ladies. you two look like you needed a drink.â a deep voice intervenes, as you look to see a tall frat boy handing you both cups. lottie speaks before you can even think about it, grabbing your hand, and grasping it firmly. her grip sends a jolt of electricity down your body, and you lose all train of thought as soon as she touches you. âweâre good, thanks though.â she says in that usual not-so-kind voice before pulling you away. âhey! iâm supposed to be getting guys like that to dance with me if i want to win the bet!â you argue, pouting as lottie begins to look for the drink station. she rolls her eyes, making a face of clear disdain at the fact that youâre actually going through with eliseâs stupid challenge.
âyouâre not seriously going to try and win that stupid bet, are you?â lottie gives you the third degree as she questions you, and you frown at her tone. you arenât really sure why she sounds so upset. âwell, yeah, i mean i want some new shoes and itâs an easy win. how hard can it be to get a few college dudes to dance with me?â you ask uncertainly, and lottie only seems more and more annoyed as you explain yourself. âthese guys donât just wanna dance with you, y/n. theyâre all here looking to get laid.â she states, the contemptuousness in her voice causes something inside of your abdomen to tingle.
âobviously iâm not going to let them do that, matthewâs.â you respond as you both come to a stop at the drink station. lottie scoffs as she begins to make your drinks, refusing to answer you anymore. you frown, âyouâre such an ass.â you mutter, only adding to her annoyance. she shoots daggers at you with her eyes, âme?? because i donât want some gross college guy trying anything with you?â she sounds serious, and you canât help but let your frustration wash away as you realize sheâs just worried about you.
âif i didnât know any better iâd think youâre actually starting to care about me.â you say carefully, as lottie hands you a cup of cranberry vodka. âyeah well, good thing you know better.â she murmurs, and before you can get another word out, an older guy approaches you both. âhey, iâm chris.â he introduces himself, flashing you a shy smile. ây/n.â you respond back, and lottie tries to hide the obvious distaste towards him while he eats you up with his eyes. âdo you maybe wanna dance, y/n?â he asks hopefully and youâre about to say yes, when you remember lottieâs obvious indifference towards the bet.
âno, iâm okay. iâm here with someone else.â you simply respond, and the look of disappointment and humiliation etches itself onto his face. âoh, yeah. cool. iâm sorry. iâll see you around then.â he quickly apologizes before rushing away in the opposite direction. lottie looks at you, visibly befuddled as to why you would turn him down. you shrug at her reaction, taking a sip of your drink, âi can always just blackmail elise into getting me the shoes. sheâs not even supposed to be here, let alone have me here. moms gonna flip.â you laugh lightly and suddenly a sense of relief courses throughout the raven haired girl.
she isnât sure why she was upset at the thought of you dancing with some other guy. the mere thought of some seedy dudes hands on you made her blood boil for reasons she didnât understand.
it isnât until lottie is laying in bed later that night; the image of your pretty smile and eyes are the only thing that she can see when she closes her eyes, that she realizes what this is. lottie matthewâs isnât stupid; sheâs aware of whatâs happening⌠she just doesnât want to admit it. because just last month lottie hated you; now she couldnât get you out of her head. she was falling fast and she wasnât sure if she could stop.
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how long can we be a sad song? (till we are too far gone to bring back to life)
modern day high school au
// your girlfriend lottie has always made it clear soccer is her main priority. when nationals near and she begins ignoring you, your final straw seems to be when she lashes out at you. //
warnings: angst but kinda fluffy at the end, breakups, asshole!lottie, jock!lottie, sheâs mean for like a minute lol
you let out a quiet sigh as you sit on the bleachers and watch your girlfriend and laura lee continue to practice on the soccer field. even though practice ended an hour ago. finally, laura lee announces she needs to get home, and she waves at you as she makes her way off the field. you look over at lottie whoâs offering you a smile. itâs way too late to go and watch that movie in town you wanted to see, so you know now your only option is hanging out at one of your houses.
you stand up, making your way down the bleachers and over to your girlfriend. âdid you still want to hang out?â lottie asks, âiâm a bit tired, maybe we can just catch the movie tomorrow?â lottie offers and you feel your entire mood sour even more than it already was. âi just waited two hours to hang out with you.â you point out, and the raven haired girl frowns. âi never asked you to wait. i told you i have to really focus on nationals.â lottie states sternly, and you nod. âi know that. i know nationals is super important to you⌠but youâve blown me off for three weeks now because of it. i just thought⌠i donât know, youâd make a little time for me too.â your voice is quiet, and soft. you donât sound angry but you sound disappointed.
lottie feels a wave of guilt wash over her. âiâm sorry. tomorrow iâll leave as soon as coach ben ends practice. promise.â she insists, sounding so sincere you actually believe her. your dismal expression is quickly replaced by a happy one. you nod, âokay. can you meet me at my place tomorrow after practice? i have a piano lesson at my house so i canât watch you practice.â you admit and she nods, flashing you the same smile you fell in love with. âof course, babe. come on, iâll drive you home.â she offers kindly, and your heart skips a beat as she reaches for your hand, interlocking her fingers with yours.
the next day at school you spent the entire day eager for it to end. you couldnât wait to see the barbie movie, and you had been going on and on about how excited you were about it. you even missed going with your friends, in order to see it with lottie because she promised. after school, you give lottie a kiss goodbye and made your way to your sisters car.
what you expect after your piano lesson is lottie to text you that sheâs outside and waiting for you. but what happens is you get ready for your date, and you end up waiting two hours. two hours and not a single text or call from lottie. you donât even bother texting her more than once because you feel so emotionally exhausted. sheâs been putting you aside all year for soccer, and sure, at first you understood. this could get her a scholarship⌠but sheâs rich! she could afford to get into any school, and play on any college teamâŚ
maybe she just doesnât want to hang out with me.
âhoney, why are you all dolled up? you have plans?â your mother asks you, walking out of the kitchen wearing an apron thatâs stained with some sort of red sauce. âno. not anymore. i was supposed to hang out with lottie today, but⌠she canceled for soccer practice again.â you confess hesitantly and your mother nods. âthat girls gonna burn herself out with all the practice she does.â she comments jokingly, but youâre not in the mood to laugh. your mother realizes something is wrong right away.
âmom, do you think⌠do you think lottie likes soccer more than she likes me?â you question, your voice laced with insecurity. your mother laughs as if youâve said the funniest thing on the planet. âthatâs absurd, mija (sweetheart), that girl once walked all the way here just to give you flowers.â your mother reminds and you feel a pang of hurt hit your heart. âshe⌠she just doesnât do those things anymore. sheâs always been so serious about soccer but this year? god, sheâs been a nightmare. did i tell you allie broke her leg during a practice scrimmage? thatâs how serious theyâre taking thisâŚâ you trail off and the older womanâs eyes widen a bit at the revelation.
âsheâs just a different person these days. it doesnât feel like she likes me very much anymore.â you admit sadly, and your mother frowns. âhave you talked to her about this?â she inquires uncertainly, and you nod. ânot all of it, but i have told her i feel like she puts soccer before me and our relationship a lot.â you explain, âshe always says itâs just in my head, and that she loves me⌠but she stood me up again after promising she wouldnât and iââ your voice cracks and your mother rushes over to you. âhoney, no. thisâ this isnât right. you need to talk to her about this. all of it.â the older woman says sternly, and you sniffle as you wipe a tear away. youâve always been so sensitive and this entire situation was getting to you.
âwhat ifâ what if we break up? or what if she confirms that she does think soccer is more important? i⌠i donât know if i can handle that.â you whisper the last part and the raven haired woman shakes her head. âwell youâre going to have to, because the longer you let this fester, the worse youâre going to feel.â she comments stringently, causing you to look up at her with sad eyes. ây-youâre right. iâll talk to her tomorrow.â you assure her, and just as your mother is about to respond, your phone starts vibrating.
the screen lights up with texts from lottie, and you look at your mom. âitâs her.â you say, and she shrugs. âdonât respond for a few hours. come help me with dinner, itâll get your mind off her.â she suggests, and you press your lips together. âisnât ignoring her just as bad?â you question and she shakes her head, âyouâre just giving her a taste of her own medicine. come on; leave the phone there and come help me.â your mother insists, helping you off the couch and gesturing your towards the kitchen.
all your mother let you do was chop up some zucchini, and set the table. still, talking with her about other things than lottie was nice. and talking about lottie definitely gave you some perspective. you were definitely going to talk to your girlfriend about this, and you were going to put your foot down. you werenât going to make her choose between you and soccer; youâd never even consider doing that. you just wanted a little time, and to maybe be prioritized a little better.
after dinner you end up going upstairs, taking a shower, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. you wander around your bedroom, nirvana blasting on your speaker as you dry your hair. your phone chimes again, signaling you got another text.
(7;56 p.m) lottie: tai made us practice late again, iâm sorry. can we reschedule?
(7;57 p.m) lottie: this saturday is all yours! i promise!
(8;12 p.m) lottie: hello?
(8;15 p.m) lottie: my texts are delivering, so i know your phones on.
(8;20 p.m) lottie: iâm really sorry about the movie
(9;33 p.m) lottie: no phone call tonight?
(9;35 p.m) you: hey, i got caught up with piano practice, and helping my mom with dinner, and then being stood up by my girlfriend
you know your response is petty, and unlike you, but you were still upset. lottie has never just pushed you aside like this, and to do it so consistently all of a sudden made you feel so bad. especially about yourself. it made you wonder if she was losing interest. if maybe she was only using soccer as an excuse to stop hanging out with you.
(9;38 p.m) lottie: well, iâm glad youâre alive. i didnât stand you up, you know how tai gets when she decides something. i have to take nationals seriously.
you scoff at her response, and quickly get to typing.
(9;40 p.m) you: i understand that. but youâve promised me four different times about this movie, and at this point i donât even want to go anymore.
(9;42 p.m) lottie: i know youâre upset and iâm sorry. but if i want to win nationals i have to practice really hard. harder than usual. right now thatâs my main concern
you toss your phone onto your bed, not even bothering to respond. it was like talking to a brick wall. tomorrow youâd have to face her and talk about this in person. the thought alone causes a nauseous feeling to settle in the pit of your stomach. there was this wave of dread that washes over you, and for the first time in your relationship with lottie, you feel as though you two arenât on the same page.
the next day at school was hell for lottie. you barely spoke to her; you didnât sit with her and the team during lunch. she knew you were upset but she didnât think you were this upset. youâve always been so understanding about her passion for soccer, and youâve never acted this way before. but⌠then again, lottie has never taken practice this serious. she just doesnât want to let her team down, and she can see how much the girls want this. she wants it too, but she knows they have more on the line. tai wants a scholarship, and going to nationals will look great on a college application.
youâll get over it. lottie tells herself. that day she sees you waiting for her by the bleachers; thereâs an unrecognizable expression drawn onto your features. she just finished changing into her practice clothes and cleats, and she tries to smile at you, but it doesnât quite meet her eyes. âhey.â she says as she leans in to kiss you, but you tilt your head to the side in order for her lips to land on your cheek. âhi⌠we should talk. iâll make it quick.â you promise and she nods uncertainly, a feeling of unease creeping up on her. âi donât really like the way iâve been feeling latelyâŚâ you start, and she opens her mouth to talk but you stop her.
â⌠iâve always felt like you and i have been on the same page, but lately i just feel like your mind is strictly on soccer. for the entire year youâve been spending extra time practicing, and you barely talk to me about anything other than it. you blow me off for practice and youâve missed all of our date nights for the last three months.â you point out, and lottie shakes her head. ây/n, do you understand whatâs at stake here? not just my future, but all of my teammates. iâm not just working this hard for me, itâs for my team. iâm sorry if youâre feeling a little ignored and craving attention, but until nationals are over, youâre just gonna have to suck it up and deal with it.â she states, sounding a bit frustrated.
you look shocked with her words; sheâs never been that blunt and cruel. here you were telling her how you felt and she was being like this. lottie can see the look on your face, you look as though youâre about to cry. though sheâs much too stressed to care, so instead of deciding to apologize like she normally would, she scoffs. âi donât have time for this. every day is another problem with you. itâs getting annoying.â lottie snaps, and you try to blink away the tears as you clench your jaw. she sounds so much like her father (who she hates), it nearly makes you laugh.
âwell, iâm sorry for wanting to spend some time with you. iâm sorry i actually believed you when you promised me youâd make time and put in the slightest bit of effort for me. that was clearly my mistake. donât worry, matthews, i promise i wonât be a problem for you anymore.â you hiss, tears in your eyes as you sound angry and hurt. lottie watches you leave and she stands there, feeling like a complete asshole. before she can even consider chasing after you, coach ben blows his whistle, signaling for all the girls to get on the field.
so hereâs the thing, when you promised lottie you wouldnât be a âproblemâ anymore, she wasnât exactly sure what you meant. but the next day, you came to school with a small box of her things in your hands. you march right up to her, there was nothing but determination on your face. lottie wasnât stupid; she knew what this meant and it causes her heart rate to pick up anxiously. âthe rest of your stuff you can come pick up whenever. it was too big to bring to school.â you say, keeping your voice quiet so no one can hear. lottie looks like a kicked puppy, âwh-what do you mean?â you almost feel bad about the clear fear in her tone as she realizes sheâs losing you.
âit didnât fit in the box, so you can come and pick it up whenever.â you repeat more clearly, as if you hadnât been clear as day the first time. âi know that⌠i just meanâ why are you giving me my stuff back?â she asks, completely afraid of the answer. you donât respond, and the silence tells her everything. âyouâre breaking up with me over a fight?â she asks a bit angrily, and you shake your head; your poker face faltering. âiâm breaking up with you because you act like you donât want to be with me! iâm not asking you to stop prioritizing soccer, i just wanted a little effort, lottie. you couldnât even give me that.â you point out, pushing the box into her arms.
âlike i said, you can pick up your other stuff whenever youâre not too busy.â you practically hiss at her, before you turn around and leave her standing there. lottie feels as though sheâs been slapped in the face. the one person she had figured would always be there, was now walking away from her and disappearing into the hoard of bustling students. natalie, who had been watching the entire ordeal from her locker, walks up to lottie. âwhat was that about? it looked seriousâŚâ natalie starts cautiously, trying to make sure her best friend is okay. lottie looks worse than when becky martin started telling the entire school about lottie being schizophrenic. but you were there for her throughout all of that; never caring about her diagnosis or thinking of her any differently. she was always your lottie. but now she wasnât your anything.
lottie starts to tear up, and natalieâs eyes widen at the sight of the broken-hearted girl. âshe dumped me.â lottie admits in a frail tone, a tone natalie has never heard from the raven haired girl. âshit⌠seriously? what happened?â natalie asks, and lottie proceeds to tell her best friend everything. she tells her all about how she began neglecting you at the begin of the year, and you being you, always let it slide. yet as she became more and more emotionally and physically unavailable, she began leaving you alone.
she tells natalie about how these last few weeks she was a total nightmare. she even forgot to text you some days. natalie looks shocked at this revelation; you two always seemed like such a great couple. you hadnât even let anyone know there was trouble in paradise. the bell rings, and natalie clasps lottieâs wrists and begins to lead her towards the schools exit. natalie knew the last thing her friend needed was to be surrounded by a bunch of annoying students in class.
as soon as they get to the bottom of the bleachers, natalie flashes her a stern look.
âalright matthews, you screwed up, but iâm gonna help you fix it.â lottie looks shocked at natalieâs declaration, and she shakes her head. âwhy? why do you wanna help me?â she questions, and natalie shrugs. âyouâre my best friend. plus y/n is a good person who actually gives a shit about you. youâre never gonna forgive yourself if you donât fix it.â natalieâs voice is stern, and lottie nods in agreement.
âwhat should i do?â the yellowjackets sweeper asks uncertainly, and natalie offers her a mischievous smirk. âi have an idea that could work.â natalie admits, as she begins to give lottie a list of ways she could romance you. lottie listens, clearly very interested.
that weekend is the hardest. lottie has never gone longer than a day without hearing your beautiful voice. you two never really fought throughout your relationship; you learned pretty early into your friendship with lottie that her home life was mean and harsh enough. you never dared add any hurt to her life. when lottie was upset she quickly realized she could talk to you about anything; you were so easy to open up to, and no matter what you were doing you always made time for her.
the entire weekend lottie feels like trash. she realizes that she doesnât even know how youâre doing. you two barely broke up, yet it feels like she hasnât truly talked to you for months. god, maybe she was a terrible girlfriend. she put soccer before you, and now she doesnât even feel like going to practice. though she knows she has to. she has an obligation to her friends and team⌠but she canât help but feel like she let you down, and you didnât know it but you were one of the most important people in her life.
now she fears that if none of natalieâs ideas work, sheâll lose you for sure. sheâs tried to text you nearly every day since the breakup on friday, but you refuse to answer any of her texts. she even tried calling you on saturday night, but you didnât pick up. when monday rolls around lottie comes to school with a huge bouquet of sunflowers and red roses. your two favorites. she hasnât felt this nervous since she first asked you to be her girlfriend, except right now she knew you didnât want to talk to her or even see her.
everyone looks at the raven haired girl as soon as she walks into school. surely everyone knows about your breakup by now, because mari is your best friend and she also seems to have the biggest mouth. not to mention she had been glaring at lottie all throughout practice on friday evening. she could tell you told mari everything and by the looks she was receiving she could tell everyone else knew now too.
as soon as she sees you standing by your locker talking to mari and akilah, mariâs eyes zero in on the tall raven haired girl making her way up to you. your best friend taps on you, and nods in lottieâs direction. you turn your head, and instead of your eyes lighting up at the sight of her and the bouquet, your large orbs fill with dread. her step falters a bit but she keeps her head high as she approaches you. ây/n⌠these are for you. iâm really sorry.â lottieâs voice is small, and you shake your head.
âtheyâre beautiful, but they arenât going to fix anything.â you deadpan and lottie frowns. âi know that. but i thought maybe they could be the first step to fixing things?â she suggests and you glance at akilah and mari. you reach for lottieâs free hand and lead her to a secluded spot in the hall. âwhy are you doing this here? in front of everyone?â you ask her with supplicating eyes, and she knits her brows together. âbecause you wonât return my calls, and i havenât stopped thinking about you. y/n, if youâd hear me out, i know i could fix this.â she pleads with you, and those eyes nearly make you cave.
you quickly remind yourself how you both ended up here, causing you to shut your eyes and take a breath. when you open them, lottie has a hopeful expression etched onto her features. âi gave you plenty of chances to fix it when we were together. for the last two months iâve given you nothing but chances. you told me time and time again that soccer was your priority, and i respect that. so please respect my decision and leave me alone.â you whisper the last part a bit harshly as you turn around and storm away.
lottie stands there, heartbroken and ashamed. she looks at the flowers that seem to be taunting her. she crushes the stems in her hand as she approaches the nearest trash bin, tossing them in. so much for flowers and a heartfelt apology. lottie feels like a fool for even trying.
a week goes by and lottie is practically a walking zombie. sheâs barely been eating or sleeping. she was so used to falling asleep on facetime with you, or falling asleep texting you⌠now she can barely get a wink of sleep. all she can think about is how mean to you she was the day before you two broke up. god, she canât get that sad, puppy dog expression you flashed her out of her head.
âcome on, lottie! whereâs your head at!?â tai snaps in the middle of a scrimmage. lottie had been paying less attention to anything that didnât have to do with you these days. itâs ironic, it took her losing you to realize what she had. her notes for her classes were empty lately, her parents didnât even notice she was barely saying a word at home, and practice was the worst. lottie was so used to seeing you in the bleachers during most of her practices; youâd be watching her with this big smile on your face, or doing homework. you always looked so pretty. now you werenât there and lottie never realized how happy seeing you sitting on those bleachers made her. how important she felt that you spent time watching her practice because you didnât want to be away from her.
lottie doesnât get her head in the game even after being yelled at by tai. in the locker room, its worse. âwhat the hell, lottie?? weâre this close to winning nationals and you choose now to start slacking??â tai asks harshly, natalie steps in before lottie can respond. âhey, leave her alone sheâs had a shitty week.â natalie states sternly and tai rolls her eyes. âso have all of us! newsflash, the world doesnât stop because lottie matthews is going through a breakup. weâre a team, meaning you need to get your mind together and focus on the game.â taiâs voice is angry and demanding.
lottie feels a surge of rage wash over her. ânot everything is about soccer!â she snaps back loudly, taking the curly haired girl and most of the girls by surprise. âgod, youâre all so worked up over this fucking game next week that weâve all been nightmares! jackie, you and shauna have been at each offers throats for weeks, tai youâve barely talked to van about anything other than nationals, laura lee has been praying to god for nothing but us winning, marâs been a bigger cunt than usual, natalie is stress drinking again, and my girlfriend dumped me because i was ignoring her for months! for a sport i used to have fun playing, with a team who used to actually give a shit about each other!â lottie lets it all pour out like a leaky faucet, and everyone stands there dumbfounded by the outburst.
âlottieââ tai starts but lottie slams her locker shut. âfuck this.â she hisses as she swings her nike duffle bag over her shoulder and storms out of the locker room. she doesnât even bother changing out of her uniform. lottieâs blood is boiling and her teeth are gritting all the way to her car. she feels as though in a week her entire life has spiraled downhill. sheâs been downhill more times than she can count, but sheâs never been there without you. this sucks.
she seems to be so upset that she doesnât even realize sheâs driving in the direction of your house. she feels so lost, and it seems she ended up where she feels the safest. with you. lottie aimlessly approaches your door; sheâs still in her soccer uniform and her hair is in loose pigtails. the way you always said made her look undeniably cute. she knocks on the door and looks down at her dirty cleats. she thinks about how unhappy youâre probably going to look to see her; she isnât used to that. she hates it.
her eyes well up with tears and she sniffles, the door swings open before she can think to cover up the fact that she was crying. you had seen her through the peephole, putting on your best angry face before you answered the door. but as soon as you saw the broken girl in front of you, and you heard the sad little sniffle, your face softens immediately. âare you okay?â even though you know itâs a dumb question, you still ask because you donât want to sound harsh. she doesnât look like she needs anymore of that.
âiâ i didnât know where else to go.â she admits lowly, roughly wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. you give in quickly, stepping aside for her to come in. âwhat happened?â you ask her as she steps inside, taking her shoes off politely in a way that makes you smile. even in her sad state, she still remembers your mothers rules. âi got into a fight with tai⌠you were right, lately weâve all been terrible. iâve been terrible. to you especially. iâm really sorry, y/n.â she sounds sincere and sad, you can see her staring hopelessly at you; waiting for you to say something.
you press your lips together before letting out a sigh, turning your head away from her. âitâs okay. i understand. nationals are a lot of pressure, and i just think maybe right now itâs better if weâre just friends. i want a normal relationship, and i want my girlfriend to be as excited about prom as i am. i want to be able to go to the movies and have date nights without worrying about getting in the way of your schedule. i just think we want different things now.â you explain, trying to keep your voice light but she can hear the sadness laced through your tone clear as day.
lottie shakes her head rapidly, standing up and inching towards you. âi want those things too. i love our date nights, and you never get in the way of my schedule. i promise. i am excited about promâ at least i was⌠when i knew i was going with you.â lottieâs response is quiet and low, making you frown. âyou never even asked me to prom, lot. itâs next month!â you point out and lottie flashes you those puppy eyes you could never resist when you were together. why does she have to be so cute?
âplease go to prom with me.â she insists and before you can decline, and goes on. âi want to prove to you we still want the same things! if you still donât want to be with me after prom⌠okay. iâll respect your decision. but you have to let me try. please.â lottie sounds desperate, and sheâs borderline begging. you let out sharp exhale, âfine. fine. iâll go to prom with you, matthews. but i swear to god if you mess this up again, weâre done.â you warn her and she nods eagerly, reaching for your hands.
âi promise! iâm not gonna let you down this time!â she swears as she leans in and places a kiss on your cheek. âthis times gonna be different.â she assures you, and you allow her to pull you in for a hug. you melt into her embrace, and you hesitantly wrap your arms around her. you canât hope but help sheâs telling you the truth this time. you suppose the only thing you can do is wait and see.
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lottie x fem!reader enemies to lovers au <3
// lottie matthewâs does not like you. youâre annoying, preppy, and way too nice. lottie doesnât fail to show you time after time just how much she hates you. you finally get the message and steer clear of her, until senior year, when you both get paired up for a science project. //
iâll never make it right (if you donât want me âround)
you donât really know why lottie matthews hates you, but she does. she has since freshman year, and up until senior year, nothing changes. lottie isnât known for being a mean person⌠in fact, sheâs actually very nice. but for some reason, she just hates you. you donât really know what you did, or why she treats you like youâre absolute garbage⌠but she does. you arenât really the type to beg or try to make someone like you, especially someone popular and rich like charlotte isobel matthews.
youâve never really been popular at all. your best friend is natalie mary scatorccio, and youâre mostly friends with the ânerdsâ and âdorksâ. youâre even friends with a few theater kids. everyone at school knows who you are, but you arenât really interested in your social status. in fact, sometimes in lottieâs opinion it was almost like you didnât care at all. you walked around so carefree and unapologetically yourself⌠lottie for some reason hated that. she hated that while she had to take her meds, and act like someone sheâs not; you get to be whoever the hell you want.
today though, everyone around lottie matthews was feeling her wrath. it wasnât unusual for lottie to be catty, or snappy when someone deserved it, but today it seemed as if the yellowjackets sweeper was angry at everyone and everything. you were steering clear of her since this morning and natalie noticed the way you had been avoiding her as well. it wasnât unlike you to try and avoid lottie; she was unnecessarily mean and always had a sardonic response to whatever you had to say, but you never avoided natalie.
âjesus christ, what the fuck is wrong with you today, matthews?â mari asks in frustration after falling right on her ass. lottie had just knocked her out of the way in order to get the ball during practice. mari was currently glaring up at lottie from the grass she had landed on. âget your head in the game, and maybe this wouldnât be a problem.â lottie responds in a way that everyone recognizes. sheâs clearly in a mood and it causes the girls to exchange looks of uncertainty. coach scott blows his whistle as soon as mari stands up.
âalright, thatâs enough practice for today. everyone get changed and go home.â he dismisses the girls who all sigh in a bit of relief. as everyone begins to get off the field, tai makes her way up to natalie; jackie not too far behind. âhey, whatâs wrong with lot?â tai asks in a whisper, as they all rush into the locker room. âsheâs just being an ass because ms. weinstein paired her up with y/n for a chemistry project.â natalie says, and mari groans. âwhat does that have to do with us??â the raven haired girl complains.
âwhy canât she just ask ms. weinstein for a new partner?â jackie asks and natalie smirks, ây/n already tried. i think thatâs why lottieâs pissed.â natalie states, and jackie throws her head back and lets out a laugh. âoh wow, thatâs a new one. y/n wanting to switch partners? sheâs gonna get lottie an easy âAâ and lottieâs being a diââ jackie cuts herself off as soon as lottie begins to walk up to them; a scowl etched onto her face. âyou assholes do realize that my locker is right on the other side of yours right? i can hear everything.â the taller girl points out.
you used to always try to talk to her. youâd smile at her, and compliment her outfits. yet sheâd always scowl at you or have a clear expression of annoyance, and say something harsh. she noticed you stopped smiling at her in the middle of junior year. this year, youâve barely even spared her a glance. lottie didnât even think you realized you were both in ms. weinsteinâs class together, but apparently you did. âyouâre not the only person whoâs unhappy about who you got paired up with. itâs just a few weeks. try not to be such a cunt about it.â natalie says seriously, and lottie rolls her eyes in response.
âi canât help it if sheâs insufferable.â the taller girl mumbles under her breath, causing mari to shake her head and make a face. âsheâs insufferable?â mari asks sarcastically as she finishes getting dressed. âi think y/n is nice. she let me copy off all her notes in trig last month.â shauna shrugs as she brushes her in the mirror inside of her locker. âyeah, she remembered my dog had surgery during the summer and she brought me a bag of treats for him when the year started.â akilah pipes up, causing lottie to scoff.
âokay, so she remembered a few things you said, and she let you cheat off her work. who cares? sheâs still annoying.â lottie states before swinging her duffle bag over her shoulder and walking out. natalie shakes her head, slamming her locker shut. âi swear if she so much as makes y/n shed a single tear, iâm kicking her ass.â natalie says in a tone so serious, nobody dares question it. though, most of the girls knew how sensitive you were; everyone did. it was only a matter of time before lottie actually did hurt your feelings.
the next day at school, you and lottie have yet to discuss anything about the project. you two havenât even decided on a topic, and youâve never been unprepared for a school assignment before. but right now, your pride was too important to you. you didnât want to be the bigger person and cordially talk to lottie. youâve tried that; youâve done nothing but try and be polite or nice. yet all of your efforts have been rewarded with rude comments or bratty behavior. so you were done trying.
âokay i want you all to get into your pairs and talk about the project you shouldâve gotten started on yesterday.â ms. weinstein announces, causing you to nearly sink into your chair. you can feel a pair of dark eyes on you, and you look over in lottieâs direction to see her already staring at you. as if sheâs waiting for you to make the first move. you internally sigh, realizing that youâre probably going to have to be the bigger person again.
finally, you get up and hesitantly make your way over to the empty seat beside lottie. âhi.â you greet her a bit quietly, and she nods, âhey.â she retorts in a low, uncaring manner. you take a breath, âmaybe we could do a study of saponification reactions. itâs just an option, i honestly donât care what topic we do.â you admit and she nods, thankfully not saying anything rude yet. âwe can do that. i donât care either.â her voice is curt and the answers are short. you nod slowly as you open your notebook to the next blank page, and label it.
lottie notices you use a blue color pen to label it, and then a black one to take actual notes with. you have a whole bunch of colored pens in different colors for your notes, and how prim and proper your writing was seemed to irk her too. then her eyes seem to dance up to your face; the way your brows creased together in slight concentration. your hair was a bit frizzy during this time of day because school was almost over, and lottie could smell your overwhelmingly girly perfume. it smells like vanilla.
âdid you want to work on this at your place or mine?â you wonder out loud, the pen never leaving the paper. âyours.â lottie answers way too quickly, but thankfully you donât say anything about it. you nod, âokay. hereâs my address and the number to my landline in my room.â you say as you turn to a new page, and write your phone number and home address down. you tear the page out when your done, and hand it to lottie who says nothing as she takes it.
lottie pauses for a moment, thinking about how much she hates her house. she wonders if maybe you hate yours too. âwe could work in the library if you donât want to work at your place.â the noirette actually sounds considerate as she says this, and you look surprised for just a second, before offering this shy smile that she hadnât seen directed at her for nearly a year and half now. âitâs okay! i donât mind working at my place. my little sister practices the violin after school sometimes⌠but sheâll be quiet if i ask.â you assure her and lottie only nods in response.
âanything else you wanna warn me about?â she inquires a bit sarcastically, and you nod. âmy older sister is kind of a bitch.â you say bluntly, taking lottie by surprise. sheâs never once heard you curse. at all. you canât help but laugh lightly at her reaction, âsheâs not that bad thoughâŚâ you trail off before the bell rings, and you immediately start putting your things into your backpack. âwait, when did you wanna start?â lottie questions, and you shrug. âwhenever your free after school just come over.â you assure her and she furrows her brows as she stands up.
âbut your debate clubââ she starts and you cut her off, âi quit last month. iâll see you later!â you rush out of the room before lottie can say another word. she huffs; this was going to be a horrid few weeks.
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// lottie matthewâs does not like you. youâre annoying, preppy, and way too nice. lottie doesnât fail to show you time after time just how much she hates you. you finally get the message and steer clear of her, until senior year, when you both get paired up for a science project. //
warnings: asshole!lottie, sweet!reader, enemies to lovers, allusions to lottieâs shitty home life, lottie doesnât know how to deal with her emotions. i picked random names for y/nâs siblings lol.
(this is part 2 of the series, read part 1 here.)
i read between the lines (iâll take it one day at a time)
when you tell lottie âwheneverâ, you didnât actually think sheâd show up unannounced on wednesday evening. sheâs wearing her soccer practice clothes, and her hair is tied in the usual pigtails it always is in whenever she practices. ây-youâre here.â you stutter a bit stupidly; youâre wearing an oversized sweatshirt and biker shorts that are so short lottie assumes you arenât wearing any pants. your glasses are off, and your hair is let down in unruly curls. sheâs never seen you so⌠unguarded. she isnât used to it. usually youâre wearing some girly outfit and those glasses that are almost as dorky as misty quigleyâs.
âyou told me to come whenever. itâs whenever.â lottie blurts out, as she attempts to walk past you but she stops herself. âsorry.â she mutters as she leans down to untie her cleats. you shake your head quickly, stopping her, âoh itâs okay! you donât have to do that, my mom doesnât care about shoes.â you assure her and lottie slowly stands up straight, stopping herself from taking her cleats off. her parents would reprimand her time and time again for wearing shoes in the house. she always thought the rule was stupid, considering her parents didnât even clean their house. the maids did it for them.
right away lottie notices your house is very loud. there are two younger boys watching tv in the living room, screaming as they talked to each other. âthose are my brothers. ignore them. i do.â you dismissively explain as you begin to lead lottie towards the hallway. you stop halfway, turning to gaze at her, âdid you want anything to drink? i have soda, water, apple juiceâŚâ you trail off, and lottieâs cheeks tint. sheâs thirsty; she just finished practicing after all. she nods, âapple juice.â she answers. you nod as you rush to the kitchen, leaving her standing alone.
ây/n!!â a loud, angry, feminine voice from the end of the hall causes lottie to look over in the direction itâs coming from. she sees an older girl standing by an open bedroom, waiting for you to respond. ây/n!!â she shouts again, âsheâs in the kitchen.â lottie answers bluntly, in order to avoid from hearing the college student shriek again. âi was getting juice! do you have to yell so loudly?â you ask cattily, in a tone lottie has never heard from you. lottie immediately remembers what you said the other day, about your older sister being a bitch.
your older sister marches up to you, fury in her eyes and for a second lottie is afraid the older girl might punch you in the face. âi need you to tell me if this outfit makes me look fat.â she says sternly and lottie watches the interaction in shock, as you shake your head. âno, i think itâs cuteâ hey is that my top!?â you shriek, and the older girl lets out a tinkling laugh as she rushes away and retreats back into one of the bedrooms. âelise!! i havenât even worn that yet!â you whine, but the only response you get is more obnoxious laughter.
you sigh, handing lottie a glass of cold apple juice. âi told you sheâs a bitch.â you point out as you begin to lead lottie down the hallway. the room all the way at the end is yours, and as soon as lottie walks in she sees all the books on your shelves above your bed. she then notices how pink your bedsheets are, and how much color there is around the room. itâs not too much color, but itâs clear youâre unintentionally a very colorful person. there are polaroid pictures of you and your siblings around the room; some on your desk, some pinned on the wall. you even have a few of you and nat.
lottie sees the baby pictures and the ones of you and your older sister as babies in a bath tub together. another little girl who looks just like you seems to appear in the pictures after elise is already three, and youâre one. then after that, the little girl is by your side in every picture; practically glued to your side. you always look so happy in each snapped moment, even in the ones you arenât smiling in, your eyes show youâre happy and safe. another thing lottie realizes she envies about you. your house is twice as small as hers, with twice as many people⌠itâs loud and the living room is messyâŚ
⌠yet lottie likes your house more than hers, and sheâs only been here for ten minutes. maybe thatâs why natalieâs always over here; always talking about hanging out at your place after parties. you never went to any parties⌠lottieâs only seen you at one and after that you didnât come to any more. youâve never shown up at any of hers thatâs for sure. âthatâs my little sister.â you interrupt her thoughts, as you notice her eyeing the pictures. âyou two look⌠close.â she observes, and you giggle as you take a seat on your bed, reaching for your backpack on the floor. âyeah, donât tell elise but sabrina was technically my first friend ever. i tell her everything.â you admit and lottie nods.
âiâve seen her around school. i didnât even know she was your sister.â she confesses, causing you to shrug. âsheâs working on being the most âpopularâ girl in school. sheâs been a little busy.â you half joke and lottie nods, âsheâs on the jv cheer team, right?â she asks curiously as you flip open your chemistry notebook. âyup. sheâs been following becky martin around like a puppy since the year started.â you answer curtly and lottie snorts at the obvious change in your tone. âwhat? jealous your little sister is becoming more popular than you?â she questions with a taunting sneer, and you frown.
âno, i donât care about that. sabrina is pretty, of course sheâs gonna be more popular. i just donât think she needs to be like becky martin to do it.â you explain, and lottie is a bit surprised by the truthfulness of your response, and before she can reply, youâre beating her to it. âso i was thinking you could do all the physical presenting, and i can just recite everything and write it all. of course youâre gonna help by giving me your ideas and what you thinkâŚâ you trail off, before looking at her. âis that okay with you?â you inquire, and she nods. âyeah, thatâs fine. whatever.â she sounds like she doesnât care and this makes you shake your head, holding yourself back from saying something snarky.
lottie isnât the only one who gets snappy when sheâs annoyed, youâre just better at biting your tongue than she is.
over the next few days, lottie shows up at your house after practice ends, and she stays until after the sun sets. she doesnât mean to stay for that long. the first day she came over, she genuinely just lost track of time. for some reason being around you isnât as torturous as she thought it would be. in fact, being around you, especially in a cozy home that seems full of lightheartedness and noise⌠is shockingly nice. particularly because she knows whatâs waiting for her at home. absolutely nothing.
right away the other yellowjackets notice a change in lottieâs behavior. she isnât snappy or angry anymore; sure she still talks shit whenever someone tries her, but thatâs how lottieâs always been. natalie is the first who notices lottie isnât scowling or grumpy anymore. mari is especially thankful for it during soccer practice. âso, y/n told me youâve actually been a decent human being to her.â natalie starts, as she walks out of the locker room with lottie. itâs monday, and practice had just ended a little later than expected.
âif thatâs what she wants to call it, then yeah, sure.â lottie mutters, as she makes her way to the parking lot. âhey, before you go, y/n told me to tell you not to show up to her house today. something came up.â natalie causes lottie to stop in her tracks, not even caring that her driver was waiting for her in the car. âwhat do you mean? she didnât tell me anything.â lottie says and natalie chuckles, âsaid she couldnât find you after lunch.â the blondeâs response is simple yet it doesnât seem to satisfy lottie. âwhat came up? she literally said she was free every day after school.â lottie sounds annoyed now.
natalie looks a bit puzzled for a second, before a wave of realization hits her. âwait⌠are you actually upset you canât go to y/nâs today? i figured youâd be thrilled.â natalie says in this unrecognizable way that makes lottie glare. âiâm not upset about anything! excuse me if i just want to get this project over with.â lottie hisses defensively, and natalie only smirks in response. âuh, okay matthews; whatever you say. just donât show up at her house today, okay?â she asks warningly, making lottie roll her eyes. âi heard you the first time.â the raven haired girl snaps.
and just like that, lottieâs bad mood returns. who wouldâve guessed that charlotte isobel matthews would actually enjoy being in your cramped house, and inside of your girly bedroom.
lottie knows you didnât cancel yesterday on purpose. she knows youâve been smiling more at her in the hallways, and she knows sheâs definitely been nicer to you over the last few days than she ever has in her high school career. maybe itâs because instead of being stuck in her big empty house after school, sheâs spending her days cramped up in your room, or noisy living room⌠the smell of whatever your mother had made for lunch still lingering in the air. lottie enjoyed it. perhaps thatâs why the next day at school she takes her bad mood out on you. she bumps shoulders with you when you try to talk to her in the hall, walking past you as if she didnât even hear you.
she didnât even look back to see the frown on your face. you couldnât help but feel confused and a bit sad; you figured you both were over this silly, pointless feud. this stupid, meaningless battle. but it was like lottie had other ideas. right when you thought you two were on the same page, she proved to you that you werenât even reading the same book. you try not to think about lottie the entire day, but itâs hard. you notice her at lunch; she doesnât even look at you. that isnât abnormal, but she has this everlasting scowl on her face. when fifth period finally rolls around, you canât help but feel a bundle of nerves budding inside the pit of your stomach. seeing lottie matthews always has this affect on you.
lottieâs already in class when you walk in, and this time, her head tilts to the side, and her dark eyes lock with yours. your breath gets lodged in your windpipe, and your step falters on your way to your seat. you try your absolute hardest not to look at lottie, or her insufferably pretty face. you take your note book and chemistry book out, along with a pencil, before averting your gaze forward. (even though the class hasnât even started yet.)
the bell rings, and the rest of the students shuffle in, taking a seat before your teacher starts blabbering on and on. itâs usually easy to keep yourself busy during class; easy to focus⌠but for some reason, sharing a class with lottie matthews seems to be a curse. you can never seem to concentrate fully. when someone taps on your back, you turn around and jenny myers hands you a folded note. you furrow your eyebrows, as she gestures to lottie whoâs not even bothering to look at you. you take the note and face forward again.
âyou skipping out on me again today?â
you turn your head to glare at the raven haired jock after reading the note. she only smirks at your clearly agitated expression, feeling a wave of satisfaction at being the one to frustrate you. you quickly look down at the note, and scribble something back.
âi was at my grandmas house yesterday. sorry, jerk.â
you pass the note back to lottie, and you avert your attention onto ms. weinstein again who is now talking about another subject. you mentally curse lottie matthews for being so fucking distracting.
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y/n finds evidence of her teenage best friend (and secret crush) being alive after all, and a possible way of finding her thanks to modern internet and goes on a personal quest to find her and the truth, all while reminiscing about their teen years...
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You've been happily married to Charlotte Matthews for some odd years now, but it feels like it's time to take a step in a new direction together... aka mama!Lottie
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