#lottie matthews x female reader

[rhiannonsknife]

could I request princess!lottie and knight!reader fic? Maybe one night lottie sneaks off and reader is looking everywhere to find her, sometime passes and reader finds Lottie just in the forest by a lake. While reader is shit scared and telling Lottie to come back, Lottie just finds it funny and tells reader to relax, which is how they end up doing it more often like this said night. They go to the river by the field and just lay there for hours.

-🪼

── WHEN YOU GET A TASTE, CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT'S MY FLAVOR?

— summary: you’re supposed to protect the princess with your life. she keeps running from you.

— warnings: gn!knight reader & princess!lottie. non-sexual nudity. not really a warning, but i’m mainly calling her charlotte in this au.

the castle is silent when you realize she’s gone.

the chambers that so often echo with charlotte’s laughter or the quiet hum of a tune she barely notices she’s singing are empty now, the absence of sound unnatural like an ill omen.

outside, the torches burn low, their flickering flames casting restless lights along the castle’s stone walls. it is well past midnight, the hour when even the most stubborn courtiers have retired to their beds, leaving the corridors hollow. yet sleep, a luxury for guards like you, is the last thing on your mind.

you check her room first. then the library. then the gardens. each place greets you with the same emptiness. her bed is untouched, silk sheets unrumpled and her favorite books sit neatly by the window, their pages undisturbed. with each failed attempt to find the princess, the unease in your chest coils tighter.

you do not allow panic to take hold, not yet.

instead, you seize a cloak from its hook and snatch a lantern from a nearby table. the guards at the gate scarcely glance in your direction when you pass. they do not stop you, knowing your place as the princess’s knight, sworn to protect her.

and yet, charlotte disappears into the night, time and time again, as if she thinks she doesn't need guarding, oblivious to the fact that if she'd ever truly vanish, it would be your head on the chopping block. you would be lucky to be executed. more likely, you would be cast into the dungeons, left to rot, condemned as a traitor unworthy of their trust.

so you follow like you always do.

the path to the lake is familiar by now, the trees shifting and parting around you as you navigate the uneven ground. you move quickly, your steps unfaltering, barely noticing the roughness of the forest floor beneath your boots. the only thing that matters is finding her, making sure she’s safe.

the lake is a place you’ve come to know well, a shelter for the princess. by nightfall, the track there grows darker, but you push forward without fear, not allowing your emotions to come between ensuring charlotte’s safety. still your eyes sweep over the shifting darkness, searching for any sign of movement. it feels like an eternity before something does catch your eye: a glint of silver, moonlight shimmering against the calm water. and then, at the lake’s edge, you see her.

charlotte is alone by the shore, her gown barely touching the damp grass. she looks beautiful, you can’t help but notice, the light catching in her long, dark hair. she stands barefoot, her shoes abandoned somewhere nearby, her hands clasped loosely before her as she gazes out across the surface.

for a brief moment, you allow yourself to watch her and dwell in both your frustration as well as secret admiration. foolish girl. does charlotte not know how vulnerable she looks like this? how easily harm could come to her?

beneath your boot, a branch snaps and she turns around, her lips curving into a smile. charlotte's expression is so calm that it sends a fresh wave of frustration through your veins, one you have no right to voice, because she’s the princess and you’re disposable. just another knight, trusted with her protection.

“your highness,” you call out to her. “do you mean to send me to an early grave?”

“i was sure you’d find me”

“and if i had not? what then? would you stay out here until dawn, alone and defenseless?”

“calm down, my knight.” she tilts her head as tough your worry is nothing more than a mild inconvenience. “i am neither alone nor defenseless. i’m perfectly fine. see?” charlotte motions around. “the lake, the night. there’s nothing to fear here!”

“do not jest with me, princess,” you scold, moving to kneel beside her. “you know the rules. you cannot simply...disappear like this! do you know what would happen if you-”

“you act like i’m fragile, knight. like i’m some delicate thing that needs constant protection. can you not just trust me for once?”

your swallow, your mind a mess of conflicting thoughts. your duty, your heart. before you can give voice to either, charlotte flashes you a smile, so unfairly disarming, melting away the doubts that had taken root. she leans back against the cool grass, calling out cheerfully: “sit with me? just for a while?”

it’s a gentle command, but a command nonetheless, one you should refuse. you should insist she return to the safety of the castle, remind her of the risks, of what’s expected. instead, you mutter: “you’re stubborn,”

“is that a complaint, my knight?” charlotte teases, arching her brow at you.

“it is a fact,” you reply, shaking your head. “you are impossible to protect”

“well, you're here.” she laughs. “you’ll always follow me, won’t you?”

gods help you, she is impossible.

you lean back, staring up at the sky as if the constellations overhead might have clarity to offer.

you remember another night, years ago, when you were smaller. still a child despite the weight of a weapon in your hands. the training yard had been ruthless that day, bruises blooming across your arms. when night fell and you were left you to rest, you and the others had stolen a moment for yourselves, slipping out onto the grass beyond the barracks, lying side by side beneath the open sky.

“there,” van had said, pointing up, her grin wide even in the dim light. you remember there was a gap where she had lost a tooth, making her lisp ever so slightly when she spoke. “that one’s a hunter!”

“you don’t know that,” taissa had countered, giggling with her arms folded behind her head. “you just made that up.”

“did not,” van shot back. “i was told!”

“by who?” nat had asked, unimpressed, toying with a blade of grass between her fingers.

van’s face scrunched up, deep in thought, and for a moment. “i don’t remember.” she admitted.

shauna, lying closest beside you, had laughed. “then how do you even know it’s true?”

van had only shrugged, stubborn. “it just is.”

the memory ends there, just as all things did, just as all things still do, with the royal family. the same one that had robbed van of the ability to recall anything prior to what she was given by them, the people who must have taught her the night skies and constellations.

now, years later, you stare at the same sky, the same stars, but you are not that child anymore. you are here, with her.

“this cannot continue,” you tell charlotte, even though you do find yourself enjoying the damp softness of the grass against your back.

she closes her eyes. “it will,”

and it does.

in the weeks that follow, it becomes a ritual, unspoken but still understood.

at first, you try to tell yourself that you will put an end to it. that next time she slips away, you will lay a firm hand upon her shoulder, guide her back inside, and remind her of her duty, of the weight of the crown that rests so delicately upon her head.

yet, every night when the castle falls silent and the corridors stand empty, you find charlotte's chambers deserted. each of those nights, you follow the familiar path, lantern in hand, armor heavy upon your shoulders. and every time, without fail, the princess is waiting by the lake.

the first few times, you try to reason with her about the dangers of slipping away unseen. she only smiles (that smile), tilting her head as if you are the fool.

“i have you, my knight,” charlotte says, like that's enough. and perhaps, to her, it is. out here, away from the castle walls and watchful eyes, she is free. the lake is the only place where she is not a princess bound by duty, and you, though ever conscious of your station, are not merely her guard.

charlotte confides in you now: she speaks of the pressures that press upon her, of her father’s demands, of the suitors who visit from far-off lands. she talks about the life that has been carved out for her since birth, and the walls of the castle that, no matter how grand, have always felt like a cage.

and you? you listen.

whenever she turns the conversation to you, you offer little, for there is only so little to tell. raised to wield a sword, you were only ever taught to serve, to protect what is not yours. that is the way of things. that is how it has always been.

unlike her, you have no stories of childhood games except for the ones you played in stolen moments, no memories of lazy mornings or warm hearths. your earliest recollections are of cold steel and calloused hands. drills in the training yard long before the sun had risen and voices barking orders as you struggled to lift a sword half your size. you were taught to fight before you could read, to obey before you could dream of anything beyond this.

at least you were not alone in it, which you do tell her about. there were the others, boys and girls who had been taken from their families just as you had and grew beside you. they bled with you, trained with you, fought with you. the closest thing you have to brothers and sisters, not by blood, but by years spent beneath the same banner. the crown’s chosen, as van would call it behind the backs of the knights ranked higher.

yet, for all that hardship, you never resented it. you have never wished for more. not until now. not until her and the pull of wanting something, someone, you were never meant to have. for the first time, you wish to be free.

until the night she wades into the lake, you're able to force all those obscene thoughts down.

then, after weeks of lingering at its inviting shore, charlotte steps into the water, seeking relief from the heat that clings to her skin even after nightfall now that summer has come, and you nearly fall apart.

one moment, she is beside you, plucking absently at the petals of a wildflower. the next, she is rising to her feet, fingers untying the silken gown that marks her as royalty.

“your highness-“ the full moon high above catches her skin, turning every inch of her silver.

charlotte sighs, stepping free from the gown and leaving it in a careless heap pooled at her feet. she does not stop there. what little remains, she sheds just as easily until there is nothing between her and the night air.

“i should like a bath,” charlotte announces.

you have seen her in finery, adorned in silks and jewels fit for a queen, but you have never seen her like this. entirely bare, her hair tumbling wild and untamed down her back whilst she walks directly into the water.

your hand tightens over the handle of your sword upon watching the lake water lapping at her calves, then her thighs. charlotte exhales slowly, tilting her head back until the ends of her hair float on the surface. in all the places where she has freed herself from the weight of her thin clothes, your armor suddenly feels suffocating.

“you needn’t stand there like a statue,” she calls softly, glancing over her shoulder. “you could join me”

“i don't think-“ the water does nothing to conceal her, and you swear your heart stutters in your chest as your eyes dart down to her breasts.

“you are always so tense,” charlotte points out, stepping back toward the shallows. “do you never grow tired of carrying such weight?”

you knuckles whiten around the sword's handle, that's how hard you're gripping it. always, you want to tell her. every moment of every day.

she does not realize what she does to you and your body betrays you like it never did before. eyes that once were under your command flicker, involuntarily tracing the delicate lines of her body as it emerges from the lake. when she reaches the shore, the water running in rivulets down her skin, you force your gaze away too late. charlotte halts before you, towering above where you kneel in the grass. “you’re staring,”

“forgive me, your highness. i did not mean-”

“did you not?”

your breath hitches when her fingers find the edge of your jaw. the touch is barely there at all, but it might as well have set you ablaze. the princess traces the line of your cheek, skin cool from the water, before drifting lower, where her thumb presses lightly against your bottom lip. “how proper you are,” she murmurs, applying enough pressure to part your mouth. “even now, you fight it.”

you do not (cannot) speak.

her hand stays in place, tilting your face toward her. your pulse pounds like a war drum in your chest, each beat a desperate warning. any closer and there will be no denying to what this is. any closer, and you won’t be able to contain yourself from her anymore. any closer and-

without warning, charlotte takes a step back. she turns, moving toward the place where her gown lays in a crumpled pile.

“you may look now,” she calls, fastening the ties of her dress while watching you. not just your face this time, but lower. your armor. “you always wear it,”

you shift, uncomfortable under her scrutiny. “it is my duty to remain prepared, your highness.”

“prepared for what?”

charlotte reaches out, her fingers touching the edge of a buckle near your shoulder. a heavy drop of water falls from the ends of her hair onto the shoulder plate. “take it off,”

“i-”

“please,” she adds, softer this time. she could just command you, and you'd have to follow her orders without any protest. instead, the princess asks. you're about to unfasten them when charlotte steps forward, her fingers brushing against you, a silent request to stop. “let me,”

her fingers move expertly while you drop your own to your sides, loosening the first buckle, then the next. the armor shifts against your body, giving way to her slow administration.

the breastplate is the first to go: charlotte lifts it carefully, her hands barely making a sound as they run over the metal. the air is cold against your undershirt when she sets it down in the grass, a relief that only comes in the evenings, once you're freed from your duty and have permission to rest.

charlotte doesn’t stop there. her presence is a steady force as she circles you, undoing buckles and loosening straps in every place she puts her hands to. each piece of armor that falls away leaves more of you exposed, and though it is nothing indecent (your tunic still covers you and your trousers are laced tight around your hips), it feels like something intimate. it’s more than just metal that’s stripped from you, but all that you’ve been this far. your identity, laid out in pieces.

charlotte moves to your arms next, undoing the leather bindings that keep the vambraces in their place. when she pulls them off, her fingers trail over your bare forearms, feeling old scars, the raised ridges of past battles. they brush over your collar as well, where sweat dampens the fabric of your underclothes. then she shifts behind you again, her hands settling at your waist to pull on the straps that secure your faulds and tassets.

the princess is closer than she needs to be, her breath warm against your nape. “how strange it is,” she whispers as the last strap around your upper body falls loose and she drags her palms up your back. “i have seen you in armor for so long. it feels almost…improper to see you without it”

her touch trails all the way up, then pauses in one particular place. without turning to look, you know what has made her falter: the brand is small, just above the collar of your clothes; a faintly discolored mark that's been burned into your skin years ago. charlotte has seen it before, on the knights who stand guard outside her chambers, who kneel before her father. but this is different. this is you.

“this is the mark they gave you when you swore yourself to the crown,”

“yes,”

she lingers there, thumb brushing over it once. “it is cruel,” charlotte decides after a moment, “to mark a person like they would mark cattle.”

“it is an honor.”

“did it hurt?”

you glance over your shoulder. “yes,”

“i do not like the thought of you in pain,”

she continues her work as the words still sink in, kneeling before you to unfasten the greaves from your legs. the sight of her there, at your feet, sends yet another wave of heat through you, shameful in its intensity. it is not right; a princess should never kneel before her knight, and yet, charlotte does it anyway, not caring about the kingdom’s rules in the slightest.

by the time the last piece is gone, you feel lighter but exposed, and she sits back on her heels satisfied.

“there you are,” charlotte murmurs. her fingers remain curled around your wrist, thumb tracing slow circles over your pulse. there, beneath the thin skin, your heart pumps blood, an organ that's a servant to the crown, never meant for its daughter.

even through the linen of your tunic, you can feel the warmth of her. “you are trembling,” she observes as she steps closer.

it is impossible to be steady when the heir to the throne is looking at you like this, her gaze dipping, lingering on your mouth. charlotte is testing the boundaries she already knows you are powerless to uphold.

“it is cold”

“you're a terrible liar,” her hand drifts higher, ghosting along the side of your throat.

“we shouldn’t- this is foolish, we-“

the princess tilts her head, considering. “perhaps,” she does not step away.

one of you has to stop this madness. one of you has to be strong enough to remember what this means, what this will mean if you allow yourself to have this moment. but then lottie breathes your name and you shatter. her lips meet yours, and the world tilts.

she is soft, unbearably so, but there is nothing tentative about the way she kisses.

her hands thread into your hair and she pulls. it’s certainly not enough to hurt (somehow, you doubt charlotte is actually capable of that), but enough to leave you dizzy and make you gasp against her mouth.

the length of her tall body presses flush against yours, the warmth of her seeping through your tunic, branding you more thoroughly than any iron ever could.

charlotte’s mouth parts against yours, and your own hands, uncertain at first, find their place at her waist, where the fabric of her gown spills through your fingers. the other cradles the small of her back, feeling the faint shudder that runs through her as you pull her closer there.

you do not dare touch her where you want to, where you dream of, not yet, but charlotte makes up for what you lack in boldness; she presses forward, deepening the kiss, and grazes the hollow of your throat. no matter how featherlight, the touch sends a shudder through you nonetheless.

you gasp against her lips, and she breathes into you, as though she would gladly let you steal the air from her lungs if it meant keeping you close. there’s the taste of the princess on your tongue, sweet like the honeyed wine you have been allowed on very few occasions in the castle.

oh, how you are starving for it now.

you are betraying an oath by this, a vow sworn and sealed in the flesh at the back of your neck. whether charlotte cares or not, you don’t know, but if she does, she chooses defiance. just like she dismisses the suitors who come in secret. just like she turns her back on her father’s demands, she turns her back on this, too. you do not have the same luxury of recklessness. you are not a princess who can ignore the weight of expectation. you are a knight, bound to integrity and consequence. if anyone were to see you now, if the king were to find out-

a tug at your collar pulls you back to the present.

charlotte makes a sound of protest when you have to lean back, but her hands do not leave you; even when you part for breath, she doesn’t go far. her forehead rests against yours, lips still brushing with every tilt of her head, reluctant to lose even an inch of contact.

her gaze, once you finally dare to meet it, is half-lidded and utterly unchanged by what has just happened. against all odds, charlotte does not look regretful.

“this…this is forbidden,” you whisper. the reminder seems meaningless between you now that you’ve taken this irreversible step. if the law couldn’t keep you from one another, you doubt that anything else will.

“so is sneaking past the castle walls,” she laughs breathlessly. “and here we are,” her hands are still tangled in your hair, toying with their ends when she proceeds.

“tell me,” charlotte murmurs, nudging you with her nose with a soft chuckle. “will you call me your princess still?”

your hands tighten around her hip. “if you command it,”

“maybe i prefer you like this. unbound.”

you do not tell her that you are bound, now more than ever. that you would fall to your knees for charlotte if she asked. that you would break your oath, your honor, your very being for just another taste of her mouth.

— a/n: 2 very quick notes: 1. 🪼 anon, i’m so sorry it took me that long to finally finish this! the unedited version has been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute. 2. my nymph!lottie piece was lowkey inspired by some of this, so if you notice any similarities in the writing, that’s why! :)

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Dating Lottie Matthews

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

Lottie Matthews they can never make me hate your kleptomaniac ass <3

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LOTTIE. Lottie, Lottie, Lottie. Charlotte 'Lottie' Matthews who was born into wealth but resorts to stealing clothes from T.J Maxx only to return them, who grew up having anything she needed at her fingertips but nothing she actually wanted, who grew up listening to her parents argue until their inevitable split, who spent half her life hiding her medication and likely pushing down parts of herself because of her father's disapproval. Lottie Matthews who is lonely and tightly wound. Lottie Matthews who unexpectedly grows a crush.

Lottie's naturally quiet, more of an observer and commenter rather than someone constantly in the action like Taissa or even Natalie. She grew up with an emotionally distant father who held her at arm's length and threw money at her to keep her appeased, even when she was just a kid searching for her parent's approval. She wants to be wanted, she wants to be needed, she wants to be embraced for who she is. But she doesn't know how to get that from others.

So, when you pop into the picture with a friendly smile and a soothing voice, she isn't entirely sure how to proceed.  

"Hey," Lottie's eyes drift away from the window and turn upward, her brows twitching in faint confusion when your face registers as new in her head. You smile at her, all teeth and laugh lines, and she finds something comforting in it. "Can I sit here?"

Lottie immediately nods, fingers brushing the bangs resting over her forehead as she pushes the bottom of her shoes onto the floor so she can straighten up in her seat. "Of course." She adjusts her backpack and watches you settle into the desk pressed against hers, curiously taking note of the other empty seats scattered across the classroom. "Are you new here?" She asks, and then desperately hopes you are so she avoids looking like a total bitch.

Thankfully, you nod and confirm her thoughts. "I just moved here to live with my cousin for... the foreseeable future. You probably know him." She watches your eyes drop down to her letterman jacket draped over the back of her chair. "He's the assistant coach for the Yellowjackets. You must be... Charlotte or Genevieve?"

"Charlotte, but everyone calls me Lottie." Lottie's a little thrilled to have been (somewhat) correctly identified and she immediately wonders what Coach Scott must've said about her; all good things she hopes but she doesn't believe Coach Scott to be capable of malice. Her fingers toy with her dark hair, a little smile appearing on her lips. "I can, uh, show you around, if you want?" 

You look appreciative and a warm feeling blooms in her chest. "I'd like that. Thanks, Lottie."

Lottie's quick to make herself your very first friend at Wiskayok High School. She knows what it's like to feel alone in a big place, it's a feeling that follows her whenever she steps into the house she's meant to call home, so she ensures to introduce you to the other Yellowjackets as she leads you through hallways and helps you find your classes. Coach Scott's pretty pleased with her by the end of the day, which is simply a bonus.

While the team's pretty close-knit, most of them are just friends due to having soccer as a common interest, save for a few like Shauna and Jackie. Unless there's a school event or a party, they don't really hang out outside of school property, which leaves Lottie with only herself to keep her occupied when there's nothing else going on. Of course, now that you're in the picture, she has someone she can call and ask to hang with.

Coach Scott's surprised, especially when (on only your third day of living in Wiskayok) Lottie calls up the house phone asking if you're available. He's all for it. He himself has few real friends and as someone who views himself as more of a brother to you, he readily accepts your growing friendship with Lottie. He knew from the start he could count on the team to take you under their wing, he just expected it to be Jackie or Van seeking you out.

Lottie's eager when you agree to hang, so eager it's a little embarrassing. She knows deep down if she asks one of the girls to hang out that they might accept but she wants to have her own person. Jackie and Shauna have each other, Tai and Van are decently close, and Melissa and Gen are attached at the hip. Nearly everyone on the team has their own best friend, yet she doesn't. And she definitely doesn't want to awkwardly third wheel. That leaves her with you and she's happy with it.

Lottie immediately takes you to all her favorite spots and gives you a decent tour of the town, though not all 8,723 square miles. The town's a mixture of things; fancy suburbs and rundown trailer parks, plenty of shiny new strip malls and crumbling shops, residents driving in the latest cars while others had all their belongings stuffed in stolen shopping carts. She coaxes you into shopping and assures you it's on her as a welcome gift. Of course, when you aren't looking, she swipes a few small things from the stores she can gift you later.

Your friendship with Lottie steadily strengthens. You begin attending soccer practices much to her glee, spend the shared classes chatting away, hang out after school doing homework, and go to parties together. Lottie's feelings grow. She feels free, even though she doesn't dare mention her medication or diagnosis. Her father has made it clear it's something she must keep hidden and she doesn't want to weird you out.

She promises herself she'll tell you. Eventually. But she's too caught up in the bliss, especially when the friendship takes a turn into more romantic territory.

The air's growing chilly with the sun setting over the horizon and you take a moment to rub your fingers over a napkin before adjusting the jacket further over your shoulders to escape the cold. Lottie giggles beside you, her leg kicking back and forth, the bottom of her doc martens occasionally scuffing against the concrete and kicking up little rocks. She twirls a fry between her fingers before popping it into her mouth, big brown eyes crinkling with amusement and affection. 

"Did I mention-" You pause to sip on your cold beverage, washing down the mozzarella sticks you'd eaten moments prior. "-that I got asked out?" Your tongue darts out to collect the droplets still clinging to your lips, momentarily distracting Lottie before your words fully register in her head. 

Lottie blinks, a little alarmed at the revelation, and she straightens up in a way she hopes comes off as intrigued instead of worried. "Really?" She shoves another fry into her mouth and chews fast. There's a small edge to her tone but you don't seem to pick up on it given how you nod and reach for a fry. "Who?" 

You give a little sheepish smile and it makes her heart drop to the pits of her stomach. Her leg stops swinging and the rest of the fries grow ignored. "Uh, Gen, actually. She wanted to go to the mall on Saturday and called it a 'date'. Melissa looked too proud of her for it to be anything but a date. I don't know. Gen's nice and all but... I don't really know her."

"Yeah," Lottie agrees immediately, nodding her head so hard her hair bobs along with her movements. "You should get to know someone first before dating them. I mean, I haven't seen Gen in a relationship before, either. She could end up breaking your heart for all we know. I'd think about it if I were you." 

"Mm." You hum, propping your chin on your fist and gazing out toward the eruption of colors in the sky being chased away by the dark blue of the approaching night. "I wouldn't mind having a proper date to the dance, you know? Jackie's been talking about it nonstop in fourth period and she seems really excited about it. I think she's rubbed off on me." You laugh lightly and take a bite from another fry.

Lottie watches you for a good, semi-long beat, contemplating her next approach while anxiety creeps up along her spine. She scoots forward, closer to your side of the bench, until her knees knock against yours. You look back at her. "Come with me to the dance." She offers softly, her eyes studying your face to soak in your reaction.

"I already am, Lot."

With a smile and warming cheeks, she clarifies, "Not as my friend."

Things don't really change, honestly. Lottie remains as thoughtful, observant, and sweet as ever, though she's more touchy. While she's not all over you (she's not huge on PDA and prefers keeping most of it behind closed doors), she takes the liberty of holding your hand more often, leaning against you, and being close to you. 

Her gifts get a little more extravagant. She can't help it. She mimics the love she was taught and besides, most people like gifts, don't they? It's what she tells herself when she gifts you something and thinks of her father, at least. 

It's safe to say that Lottie enjoys quality time. She wants to be around you because your presence brings her immense comfort and keeps her relaxed. She loves simply hanging out, whether in silence, listening to music, or watching a movie.

Lottie doesn't keep the relationship a secret, but she doesn't go around bragging about it. If it comes up, it comes up. If one of the girls asks about it, she answers truthfully. Eventually, the team learns about it (including Coach Scott) and it surprises little to no one apart from a few.

Sexually speaking, Lottie isn't as needy as other Yellowjackets can be. Maybe while tipsy she gets a little giggly and more touchy, something often reciprocated, but she prefers sleeping together while sober. It's incredibly intimate for her, something she considers to strengthen the bond between you and her, but it's not a need for her. She doesn't randomly drag you into janitor closets or empty bedrooms during parties.

In the bedroom, control is really up in the air for whoever wants it more. Lottie can be submissive or dominant, sweetly romantic or stern. It simply depends on the mood and how she feels, as well as what led up to the moment. Lottie generally prefers things sweet, gentle, and romantic. 

Lottie is an amazing girlfriend, and of course, when the team makes it to Nationals, she wants you to be a part of the experience. She regrets it at first when the plane crashes... but her opinion drastically changes as time passes. 

[zqmbiescorpse]

THE MORNING AFTER THE LAST

lottie matthews x female reader

a/n: i used the word 'homosexual' once and every time i see it i giggle a bit, so if it feels out of place for you it felt out of place for me too lmao

summary: you and lottie have always been suspiciously close for best friends. one night at a party, the feelings finally surface. the only thing left to complicate the situation is a plane crash and a possession.

warnings: alcohol, smoking, brief mentions of homophobia, kissing, sexual tension, suggestive themes, possession, minor depictions of violence (like once i think)

word count: 5.6k

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Your head pounded rhythmically, in time with the pulsating music blaring all around you; the consequence of partying in the middle of nowhere with an abundance of alcohol. By some miracle, you and your team had made it to nationals and were due to fly to Seattle the following morning, so naturally, every member of the Yellowjackets could be found here, either drunk or high - in hindsight, it was not the best idea, but you were teenagers, a lame excuse for the fact that you'd get up to some stupid shit. 

If you'd had a mind of your own and had refused to succumb to the pressures of high school, you would most likely be at home now, snuggled up in the warm comfort of your own bed, attempting to fall asleep since tomorrow was going to be very busy for you. Without a doubt, as much sleep as possible would have prepared you for the day, even if you were kept awake for a little while due to an overwhelming anxiety and excitement gathering in the pit of your stomach, like butterflies were congregating to flutter around down there. 

However, you were currently standing propped up against someone's car. You didn't know whose it was, just that it was oddly parked in the middle of the party, surrounded by towering trees and irresponsible youth. Either way, it provided you with something to lean on, eliminating the need to hold yourself up while you slumped against it - red plastic cup in hand, you occasionally sipped the cheap alcohol, the flavour reminiscent of metal, bitter and sour, burning the back of your throat as you slowly swallowed it until there was nothing left. 

Why were you here then? You'd find yourself pondering that question every other moment of the night, each time, your brain would trigger a similar answer and you'd suddenly be fine with the atmosphere again. The social gathering was merely a non-suspicious justification to spend time with Lottie, who was off scrounging for more beer to supply the both of you with. It hadn't been long, a few minutes max, though, you still wished she'd hurry up and come back. You weren't really invested in conversing with any other members of your team, or anyone else here that attended your school for that matter - leaving you awkwardly awaiting Lottie's return. 

This didn't automatically mean that you disliked the people you would play the sport with, you did like a large majority of them and they were your closest friends. You weren't a loner, despite your lack of socialising at that moment which suggested otherwise; everyone else seemed to be scattered about, maybe in pairs or threes, moseying around with their own designated companion. You'd even catch glimpses of some of the girls kissing random guys, undoubtedly sparking trouble and unwanted romantic drama. You didn't want to be part of it. Ultimately, you were quite content with reducing yourself to clinging to Lottie's side, as you typically did.

The girl was witty, and cleverly humorous despite the fact that she was more subtle than harsh, never getting in anyone’s face or poking unnecessary fun at an oblivious target. She wasn't mean, bearing no intent to harm or cause trouble. Aside from her stunning looks and adorably gorgeous face, her genuine friendliness, sarcastic nature, and intelligence only ever intensified your infatuation with her. In addition, Lottie was incredible at what she did, her footwork being the cleanest on the team - how could you not admire her? 

At times, it frustrated you to no end, considering the world you lived in, people would avoid homosexuals like the plague, meaning you had precisely zero people to talk to about your troubles. You'd attempted to dismiss such feelings for your best friend, however, each instance proved useless.

Creating distance between the pair of you failed miserablely, for starters, the image of you and Lottie Matthews being miles apart caused eyebrows to raise immediately - purposely avoiding her made you feel deflated while it drastically upset her. It was inhumane to do that to someone, especially someone so special to you, therefore, that plan was scrapped within minutes. Besides, you played soccer together for your school, it was only a matter of time before you'd be attached at the hip again. 

'Newbie' was not the correct term for you, regarding your experiences with the team, nevertheless, you couldn't help but question your own utility. Although you could never exactly pinpoint why you were valued so much, apparently everyone else thought you were a spectacular asset and essential if they had any hope of winning Nationals. You disagreed. 

On the other hand, Lottie acted like she was your personal hype woman, constantly drowning you in praises throughout every second of every game. Those things got under your skin, in the best way possible. It was a miracle that your performance didn't waver when she'd encourage you with such charming words, blushing and fumbling after every compliment. 

You watched the brunette make her way toward you, a new batch of murky liquid in her hands, your heart a flutter at the mere sight of her. Lottie stumbled across the bumpy terrain, careful of the mud to prevent a fall, yet, she didn't hesitate to raise an arm excitedly to greet you. You smiled, shyly returning the wave. 

"Jesus Christ, what idiot chose here of all places to have a party!" Lottie giggled, slipping the new cup of alcohol into your old, empty one. 

"I have no idea, we kinda just show up, no questions asked," Your response was nonchalant, "Oh, thank you, by the way, for the drink," You quickly added on, eager to show your gratitude, even if it was over something minor. 

"What?" She stared, wide-eyed, struggling to hear you over the booming beats of whatever shitty song was playing. 

"I was just saying thank you for the beer!" Somewhat slurring your words, you began to shout, ensuring that you wouldn't need to repeat yourself again. 

"Yeah, of course! It's no problem!" 

Neither of you was severely intoxicated, at best it was more of a faint buzz guiding your bodies closer. The proximity gradually narrowed - there was not much hesitation as you were too busy caught up in the pointless, drunken conversation flowing between you and her. 

Equally giddy, you became progressively needy, hanging onto every word she spoke, whereas Lottie continuously rambled on about everything and nothing, informing you about insignificant details; a vast grin plastered to her face. Out of all the Yellowjackets, it was obvious that you and Lottie had consumed the most alcohol, the image of you together - fairly isolated from everyone else though still in view of anyone sober enough to care - her free hand lazily played with the ends of your hair and you gazed up at her wearing a toothy grin. 

Although it was strange for her to publicly display physical affection for you, the action didn't linger on your mind due to the woozy atmosphere. The man-made peace surrounding you, created by the beer, was soon broken by a few incoherent voices quarrelling suddenly. 

"You're a fucking sociopath!" 

Lottie, instantly detecting where the commotion was coming from, followed the sound of arguing. You trailed behind her, also eager to see some excitement.

"That was Shauna, right?" You inquired, cracking up at the idea of Shauna of all people getting into it with someone else, she was definitely not the type to start trouble.

"Sounds like her," The taller girl delighted, "Look! There, with Taissa."

You and Lottie merged with the congregation of people intensely monitoring Shauna and Taissa as they bickered back and forth about an incident that had occurred prematurely. Van had evidently been tangled up in the crossfire, the poor girl trying her hardest to separate her agitated teammates. You momentarily realised the situation was because of the gruesome injury inflicted on Allie, having been present when her flesh was ripped off her leg and her kneecap smashed. 

"I don't need you to defend me? Last time I checked you were totally fine with the whole 'freeze her out' strategy," Nat, feeling targeted, counted herself into the dispute, "I don't know why you two decided to come over here and just laugh when you were very much involved too?"

Her attention focused on you and Lottie, pointing fingers, exaggerating your amusement that had washed over with concern long before it had been mentioned, and hearing everyone shout at each other conveyed the seriousness of the situation plenty.

"Hey, what? We're not laughing?" Lottie defensively piped up, "I even said that I was unsure about it! How was I supposed to know that Tai would take it that far!"

Natalie shook her head, unimpressed with Lottie, instead, aggressively addressing you now. You hadn't spoken a single word, yet, the terror that shot through your veins was indescribable.

"What's your excuse? Apart from the fact that you go along with anything Lottie does," The blonde condescended.

"Fuck off Natalie, I didn't do anything. I didn't bust her leg and ruin her chances at playing sport," You quipped back at the unwanted blame, humiliated at whatever she was trying to hint at concerning Lottie.

"Bull. Shit."

Many negligible disagreements erupted violently inside the once collective dispute, drawing attention to you and your group. The volume was out of control, girls verbally attacking one another over nothing, arguing for argument's sake.

Due to the commotion, you started to attract bystanders, which in turn, alerted a very annoyed Jackie. She stopped what she was doing and promptly stomped over, disappointed and desperate to defuse the situation. Stern words from the girl with honey-coloured hair swiftly lead the fighting members of the Yellowjackets into a clearing, isolated from the party's intense atmosphere. 

You suppressed a groan at the suggested team-bonding activity, not particularly thrilled to forcibly compliment them at Jackie's request. Originally mimicking a military lineup, everyone disassembled from the formation and awkwardly approached each other, mumbling positive affirmations.

You were fortunate enough to be right next to Lottie, the taller girl swivelling around to meet your smaller self. She was without a drink, likely thrown it away before arriving at the new destination - in its place was a freshly lit cigarette. The crisp air dancing across your bodies sobered you up a bit, although not completely, you still felt more capable of thinking straight. 

There were millions of compliments you could've shower the beautiful brunette with, deciding what to actually say was a challenge. Taking drags of the cigarette and blowing the smoke in your general direction, because Lottie knew how it would make you blush, she peered down at you expectedly, awaiting an answer. Alternatively, she could've just taken the lead but didn't, for reasons you couldn't figure out.

"Jackie seriously couldn't think of anything better to fix our problems," You offered, seriously unsure about what to say to her. Lottie certainly wasn't going to let it go, yet the issue of accidentally being too forward and implying your romantic feelings for her was a looming threat that held you back. 

"What is it, not got anything nice to say to me?" She mused, smirking. 

"I admire your commitment to sport and…" You cut yourself off. 

"And what?" 

A strangled chuckle left your tightening throat, leaving Lottie amused. 

"I don't know, well, I was gonna say something like…you're a really great friend to me."

For a millisecond, you considered coming out with the truth and telling her how pretty she was. Ultimately, you fumbled and quickly covered it up, though you couldn't shake the feeling that Lottie knew how awfully you were lying. 

"Sure, you're a good friend to me too," she mocked, playfully jabbing her finger into your shoulder before returning the cigarette to her lips. 

This your eyes followed, trailing up until you inevitably met hers. You didn't know if it was because you'd gained confidence after the alcohol you'd had throughout the evening, or if you had internally decided to be more bold - forward with her - but you didn't want to look away. You couldn't look away. 

You noticed as Lottie's face changed from playful, to something more gentle, yet serious, like she had been suddenly whisked away in the same trance that had lured you into a daze. The ever-present background noise of the girls laughing and joking with each other danced happily around your ears, your subconscious pleased to hear your teammates having fun again. Though, you felt isolated from them, too focused on Lottie's plump lips and how they would part slightly, ready to say something, but freighted to do it. 

Her tanned skin glistened under the shine of the moon, creating something other-worldly out of someone who was already beyond ravishing. The distance between you shortened with each second, Lottie's hands were itching to reach out and pull you closer - you craved it. 

"Me and Shauna are gonna start heading back, get home safe!" 

The lust-filled atmosphere concealing you and her from the rest of the world crumbled, the interruption from Jackie announcing her and Shauna's exit brutally snapped the pair of you back into reality. There were a few awkward glances shared while you casually backed off from her. Nothing really happened; the fear of rejection crept in nonetheless, wondering if you'd overstepped her boundaries. 

Jackie and Shauana disappeared into a clearing, prompting many of the other girls to disperse and start to make their own way home.

"Are we leaving too?" You shyly asked, the tension from moments ago playing on your mind.

Lottie paused, considering her options thoroughly. She scanned the surrounding area, her face radiating an internal conflict so severe she couldn't have just been deciding whether she wanted to return home or stick around for a little longer.

“No. We’re staying.”

Her voice was fierce, a dangerous fire blazing in her eyes as she snatched your wrist and dragged you further within the trees, the taller girl guiding you to an unknown destination. You didn't complain nor protest. It was completely in the norm for her to do whatever she pleased with you trailing not too far behind. One could even say, you were totally whipped. She had your entire trust.

"Where are we going, Lottie?" You laughed nervously - that curious, giddy feeling back again.

"Away from everyone…just the two of us."

You couldn't determine her tone and you couldn't see her face. A silent blush tinted your cheeks. Was she messing with you? Was she purposely sounding so seductive? Did she know how hard your aching heart was pounding frantically against your chest?

The brunette came to a halt and you followed suit. Lottie finally spun around, meeting you face-to-face, her eyebrows were furrowed and her breath against your skin was unsteady, but it didn't stop her from grabbing your jaw and sloppily locking her lips with yours.

Tingles and hot flushes spread across your body due to the very sensation that was her mouth pressing bruisingly into your own. Any whimpers or whines you let slip as you reciprocated the passion she was gifting you, were shushed, Lottie taking the quickest of breaks from being attached to your lips to remind you to keep quiet made your insides melt - having the opposite effect, instead encouraging you to get more impatient.

She forcefully guided you backward until the rough bark of a tree was up against you, your hands clutched to her waist and your nails dug deeper because of this, earning a pleasured groan from the one who was basically on top of you. You could taste the liquor from earlier on her, she could taste it on you too. It didn't stop either of you from wildly exploring each other's mouths. 

Desperate to somehow be even closer to you, Lottie's weight smothered you, her height compared to yours left you with no chance of gaining control, but that wasn't an issue at all. Unintentionally, she lifted a leg for reasons only justifiable because of the positions you were in and the circumstances of a limited area, causing her knee to press into a certain spot between your shaking thighs. A moan slipped from your throat, louder than expected.

"Oh, my," Lottie chortled, taking a step back, "Did you like that?"

"Shut up and keep kissing me…please."

She obliged, buzzing with delight, the kisses slower at first, filled with love, the pace gradually picking up until you found yourselves similarly to where you were before: heated, messy, and running out of air.

-

The weight from your foot cautiously stepping up the rickety rungs of the old ladder made quite a racket, the wood rotting, similarly to the entire foundation of the cabin. It was a surprise that the structure was even suitable to live inside. Your designated pillow and blanket were slung over your arm, consequently, you struggled to make it to the top - climbing a ladder one-handed was not on your bingo card for this summer. Then again, neither was surviving a plane crash and having to live in Canada's brutal wilderness for an insufferable amount of time.

"What are you doing?" Taissa, who must have heard your endeavour, leaned over the entrance of the attic, "Here, I've got you."

The athlete assisted you with ease, collecting your belongings for you and placing them to the side so they would no longer be an inconvenience.

"Thank you, Tai," You nodded, briskly moving to set out a place to sleep, busying yourself in an attempt to avoid any questions you knew were about to come your way.

"Why are you up here?" 

"I just thought I'd support my friend, prove to everyone that there's nothing to be scared of and that the cabin isn't haunted…" You lied confidently.

"Right…If you were so sure, why did it take you this long to join me up here? I mean, I would appreciate it more if you displayed your so-called unity ten minutes ago? When I proposed the idea and got no response? You tryna make me look stupid?" Taissa quipped, mostly light-hearted, but you knew that she wasn't buying it - she was more bothered about getting the truth out of you than wasting time being annoyed.

You brushed it off with a laugh, kneeling down to fluff up your pillow and adjust the extremely thin blanket-crafted mattress. You relaxed yourself against it, now snuggled up on the floor. Taissa copied this, bringing herself to get comfortable next to you. 

"So are you going to tell me the actual reason why you chose to come sleep in this creepy attic?" She was relentless, never shutting up unless your response was satisfactory. "Shouldn't you be down there, with Lottie?" 

"What? What's that supposed to mean?" You choked, disappointed that she'd guessed part of your problem this early on.

"Oh c'mon, don't be like that, I'm only pointing out that it's unusual for you to be this far away from her. You and Lottie, not up each other's asses? That's unheard of," She smirked. 

"Okay, shouldn't you be down there with Van, then?" You mimicked the suggestive question, turning the suspicious homoerotic friendship allegations onto her this time. 

Taissa let out a sigh. Not because of you or anything that you'd said, rather, she missed her secret lover after mere minutes of separation.

"Van's too freaked out, she wanted to stay with the others," She spoke, deflated, the cheeky way of her words had disappeared, the reality of what you'd seen at the seance front and centre in her mind. 

"I'm terrified," You bluntly admitted, "I'm way too scared to be near her and I know how selfish it sounds but I can't do it. Lottie…she, well, she was fucking possessed!" 

After the party, you and her never spoke about the kiss. Things carried on between you as they normally would, thankfully, yet the memories of that night corrupted your every thought. You assumed that the plethora of alcohol you shared caused her to forget, which was still strange since you remembered it perfectly, but ignored it anyway. If she genuinely had no memory of it, that would probably be for the best; you'd hate to ruin your already-established friendship. 

However, over the past week subsequent to the crash, there was a minor difference in her that made it so the pair of you were somehow closer than before, this including physical closeness to one another. Hence, you were under the impression that she simply refused to mention the kiss due to reasons unknown. Possibly some variation of fear. 

Then, as her way of 'pulling her weight' to help the group adapt to their new life, Jackie cooks up an amazing idea to host a seance that, in turn, offers Lottie up to any available demons, her body becoming a vessel for the supernatural. 

It was horrifying. The delicate flicker of the candles had blown themselves out, ripping away any source of light; the room was filled with disorientated screams and panicked suggestions to make Lottie stop chanting - your 'sort-of girlfriend' had been repeating something demonic in French, successfully freaking everyone the fuck out. Vague translations had left the group mostly in the dark about what was happening, the only parts that were figured out included the spillage of blood and the demands of an unnatural being. 

The shock that struck you then stayed with you now, the thought of sleeping next to her was unbearable, thus explaining why you relocated to the attic to be with Taissa.

"It's okay to be scared, you know that, right?" She offered, trying to smile.

"I feel horrible though. I can't believe I just left her because I'm too much of a coward to face an issue that wasn't even her fault!" You fussed, grumbling into your hands to hide your face and the tears that were forming in your eyes. 

"Hey, it's not your fault either. I'm sure Lottie will understand if you spend one night away from her, with good reason might I add," A friendly chuckle strived to cheer you up, Tai shuffled up to you in case you needed to borrow her shoulder. 

"We kissed."

You don't know why you told her, you were planning on keeping it a secret, locking it away forever like the situation never even existed in the first place and was just another daydream, about your best friend, that nobody would ever know about. 

The girl beside you took in a shocked breath, "Shit…I kinda guessed that you weirdos liked each other a bit too much but oh my god I wasn't expecting that." 

"We've both been acting like nothing happened that night. Then this had to happen and make everything more complicated." You explained, slightly calmer than you had been a few moments ago. 

"Try not to worry about it. Get some rest, clear your mind, and talk to her about it tomorrow, okay? 

The suggestion had you nodding in agreement, what else could you really do at that point in time? You were in great need of an undisturbed rest and if you had to move away from the possessed culprit to do that then it was in your right to do so. You concluded that at the first chance you got throughout the busy, chore-filled day, you would go off and find Lottie. The idea made you anxious, nauseous even, but you couldn't avoid her and 'it' forever. 

When you finally awoke the next morning, the sun was beaming through the window, golden rays shining down on your face and painfully in your eyes - you rolled over to avoid it, only to discover that Taissa was already gone. 

It must've been later than usual since nobody besides Coach Scott could be found inside the cabin, everyone else had vacated it to carry out tasks, individually pitching in, which you were falling behind on due to the late start.

You recalled Shauna asking you to assist her with something, probably revolving meat rations. You weren't sure why she chose you of all people to help her with that stuff, but you supposed it was because you originally showed some willingness and then suddenly, you're dragged into it every time. 

Luckily, you spotted her immediately, stood around with Jackie, seemingly waiting for you. 

Apologies for unintentionally lying in came tumbling out of you, explaining how Taissa kindly forgot to wake you up. This earned you a hearty chuckle from Shauna who reassured you that it was okay, and that she knew you'd take a little longer as Tai had taken it upon herself to inform the group that you needed the extra rest. Feeling partially relieved, you followed Shauna into the forestry areas to the shed where the dead animals were kept - you didn't fail to notice Lottie's absence. 

As instructed, you thinly sliced the portions of raw meat for rationing; the blade smoothly cut through. It wouldn't be long until you'd run out of food again, the one deer unfortunately wasn't enough to sustain the group forever, hence, you'd rather not worry about it, the hunters were out doing all they could and you had to put some faith in them. 

Your mind drifted to Lottie, not a great decision since thinking about her was very distracting and you were wielding an extremely sharp knife - to accidentally slash your fingers while concentrating on her would be an amusing story for everyone else, not so funny for you however.

"Are you nearly finished?" Shauna checked up on your progress, peeking over your shoulder. 

"Pretty much, yeah," You murmured, preoccupied, "Hey, have you seen Lottie this morning? I'm just curious since she wasn't around the cabin."

"Yeah I saw her, it wasn't for long," She recalled, "Laura Lee took her to the lake. You know, after the seance and everything…she's been acting really weird."

Having finished your task, you placed the knife down and rested your palms against the rigid table, then said, "I don't know how I'm realising it now but, something has been wrong with her for a fair few days. We haven't brought any attention to it, is all. 

With a dirtied rag, Shauna wiped the blood off her hands and urged you to do the same. 

"Maybe keep an eye on her if it makes you feel better. I think we've all been acting reasonably different." She replied, wanting to keep the hopes high, this you appreciated, giving her a small nod as she gathered up the meat and took it away to be stored. 

You sighed deeply and shut your eyes tight, focusing on nothing, ensuring that your head was clear. The heat alone, out there in the wild, made you feel exhausted.

Stretching your back, you heard a faint rustle from no more than a metre or two away. Expertly scanning the surrounding area, you were ready to snatch the weapon up from the table and call for backup. If you were lucky, this could've been your next meal. Your mouth almost watered at the many possibilities of which animal would come into your vicinity without a single clue in the world of what their fate would be. The low grumble in your stomach grew. 

Emerging from the trees, you quickly learnt that it wasn't an animal at all, it was Lottie; her hair had been wet but was gradually drying, some of the strands still clinging to her face, and the t-shirt she was wearing had a few damp patches splattered about. 

Abruptly feeling awkward, you met her eyes sheepishly, waiting patiently for her to break the silence. 

"Is now a bad time?" She carefully questioned you, her hands joined together in a  nervous clump. 

"Not at all," You uttered, feigning confidence when you were actually as equally anxious as she was. 

"Can we talk?" 

You had no objections, having been patient all day, awaiting an opportunity to set things straight with Lottie. Trailing behind her into the woods, you thought back to the party, the way she was leading you to a secluded area so the pair of you could be isolated, it was a direct parallel to that night that seemed a lifetime ago, the night where you had hopes that your relationship might have progressed. 

"Is everything okay, Lot?" You gently asked.

"Where were you last night?" The taller girl decided you'd walked far enough and that this spot behind the cabin was suitable to converse, thus she stopped, "I woke up and you weren't there." 

"I went to the attic."

"Why?"

There was no use in lying, it wouldn't benefit neither you nor Lottie, the excuse that you went up there for Tai, that you failed in convincing her, wouldn't make much sense anyway because the brunette had slept through the proposal. Plus, you just wanted to be honest. That's why you agreed to this in the first place. 

"I was scared of what happened to you," You admitted, the anxiety you felt after seeing her possessed came flooding back, distressing you all over again. 

Lottie paused, conjuring the perfect response. She didn't say anything - a small, understanding, but sad, nod was the best she could do. A harsh pang of guilt struck your lower body. 

"I'm sorry, leaving you like that was probably wrong and I shouldn't have done it, I didn't mean to upset you, Lot. I'm really sorry," You apologised sincerely, "I'm not freaked out anymore, maybe a bit on edge still but, you're better now, right?" 

You wondered if you sounded too whiny, your intention was to ensure that your best friend was okay, nothing else. 

Her big brown eyes swirled with confusion, she couldn't even tell herself if she had returned back to normal, her voice brimming with anxiety, she whispered, "Do you hate me for what happened?" 

"What, no! Of course not, I promise I don't hate you," You explained in a panic, absolutely heartbroken that you'd caused her to say such ridiculous things. 

"I don't just mean that," Lottie slowly spoke, testing the waters as she was concerned about approaching the upcoming admission, "The party too, we never talked about it."

To say you were astonished was an understatement. Lottie, someone who you thought had completely forgotten about the kiss, openly acknowledged the fact that it definitely happened.

"I didn't say anything because I didn't think that you remembered, or that you chose to ignore it. I could never hate you, especially because of something like that. It was amazing!" You exclaimed, red tinting your cheeks, joy spreading across your face. 

This same cheer infected Lottie, her frown lifting into a beautiful, more confident grin. 

"Yeah, it was good," She agreed, blushing furiously. 

Although she appeared happier, the furrow of her brow indicated that she remained slightly apprehensive, prompting you to inquire, "What is it, Lot?" 

"There's another problem, I think I've been seeing stuff and I don't know if it's real or not." The brunette troubled, shuffling around. 

"Like hallucinations? Visions?" 

"Visions. I went to the lake earlier, with Laura Lee, and she dunked me under the water - and I ended up in a candle-lit room and then I saw an explosion and… I don't know what's happening to me," She rambled on, her eyes pricking with tears. 

You reached out to her, firmly rubbing her shoulder for comfort, "You can talk to me about anything, I'm here for you."

"So, you'll believe me? Laura Lee does, but the others are cautious. You're the one that I need." Lottie's expression was solemn, entirely serious about the discussion you were having; her vulnerable side shining through. 

"I believe you and I trust you. I care about you so much, you know?" 

 Your attention was brought to the blossoming pink patches covering her face due to your honesty, the taller girl experiencing an overwhelming mixture of emotions, she launched herself into your open arms. You hugged her back, tightly, letting go wasn't something that you'd be doing anytime soon, the height difference when you'd have such drawn-out, warm embraces always succeeded in making you laugh. 

After an undetermined amount of time, you both instinctively pulled away simultaneously. You gazed up at her, body language oozing with love while you brushed her dark strands of hair out of her face. Lottie's tanned hand cupped your cheek, you could see that she was feeling the warmth radiating off of it, yet, it didn't humiliate you, it felt freeing. 

You leaned in close, pecking her soft lips once, then going back in for a second short, though, sickly sweet kiss. Lottie began to giggle - the melodic noise identical to the one you would hear in the Yellowjackets locker room after a long, tiring game, or when you and her exclusivity went around invested in your own dumb shenanigans. It had been a while since you'd heard it, your heart beating faster as a result. 

Her palm traced your skin until she arrived at your chin, tilting it upwards, accessing your mouth easier as she towered over you - this kiss was not a short peck. It wasn't a sloppy, heated mess either, rather, it was slow and filled to the brim with affection. 

"So are we like a thing then?" Lottie beamed, remaining incredibly close to you with an indescribable bliss. 

"If you want things to be official, then I do too," You marvelled, mirroring her wide, toothy grin. 

You continued to pepper kissing all over each other's faces, showering your counterparts in affection. From there, things were appearing more positive; your hopes were high for the future.

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The last practice before nationals

poly!yellowjackets x fem!reader minors DNI, all characters are 18 y.o

TW: smut, gangbang extra tags: porn with plot, praising, bodyworship, sharing is caring, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), oral (r! giving), little bit of spanking word count: 5.1k not proofread english is not writer's first language! you've always been so nice and sweet to Yellowjackets, the one and only soccer team in your school, Wiskayok High. But you also were naive and innocent enough to constantly overlook the fact that every single girl on the team wanted your attention. And when, the last day before their nationals, they finally decided to make things clear between you and them.

When Coach Martinez first introduced you to the girls, they weren't too impressed. Average hair, average eyes, average height. Nothing special or anything to look at more than usual. You weren't even, roughly speaking, a full-fledged part of the team. At least that's what Taissa said. She was always like that - confident and sure of her opinions, even if they were somewhat offensive.

But you didn't mind, and even agreed. You were just an equipment manager, and you only became one because your mother and father were very close with Coach Martinez and asked him to find you a place out of old friendship. Of course, the coach made up a different story for everyone about how you came to be on the team - but every time you remembered the truth of your presence here, you wondered if you had the right to wear your signature yellow and blue bomber jacket. You felt ashamed, even though you didn't act like someone who got in because they got a pass. You were responsible, punctual, but you didn’t forget about empathy and responsiveness when communicating with girls. Over time, you began to be noticed by more than just Misty Quigley, who shared the same position with you.

Misty Quigley herself wasn’t too bad. Well, she was… weird. But you decided that everyone had their own cockroaches in their heads and she was just trying to make friends this way.

"You know, if we ever run out of food, I’ve always wondered what human flesh tastes like. I mean, they say it’s like pork, right? Maybe we should start taking notes just in case." Misty once said while you were cleaning up the cones after practice. You looked at her with wide eyes, full of confusion.

"Excuse me? Misty, this is a little weird…" You awkwardly continued to do your job, while Misty burned a hole in you with her gaze. Misty tilts her head slightly, her expression shifting from playful to earnest.

"Oh, come on! I was just joking… mostly. But think about it—survival is all about adapting, right? It’s just a thought experiment! Besides, we’ve got to keep our spirits up somehow. Want to talk about your favorite horror movie instead? I promise I won’t suggest cannibalism this time!”

But Misty didn’t always say such creepy things. She could talk about history, especially about Roman emperors, about her experience in first aid and medicine in general, about her interests, of which there were quite a few, but no one except you, apparently, wanted to listen to her. You didn’t understand the reasons and were patient with her. Misty immediately began to appreciate this - she did not throw away potential loved ones. Then Natalie Scatorccio appeared. Natalie did not have much experience with love, including the manifestation of care towards her. You didn't know anything about her, except that she lived in a van and was an extremely good and promising soccer player. But the more Misty shared the good news about your "endless love and care", trying to brag that she had such a tasty morsel and not the rest of the team, Nat couldn't help but become interested in you. People who lack love often don't quite realize how much they subconsciously want to find it.

She caught you after practice once and started talking to you. Nat herself didn't understand why she wanted to come back to you more and more every day - was it your manner of speech or how brightly you smiled at her after silly stories? She wanted to blush under your gentle gaze, and her heart beat strangely when you waved at her after she made a good pass to the other team members. But of course it wasn't always like that. The more attached she became to you, the more she focused on looking into your unexpectedly deep eyes, rather than at the ball.

"Natalie, don't you want to start playing properly? What are you constantly distracted by?" Lottie narrows her eyes when Natalie refuses to pass the ball to her and tries to dribble the ball to the goal herself, but hits the wall.

"Forget it, Lots. I'm just having a bad day." Natalie waved it off. It was odd that for someone having a bad day, she was smiling so stubbornly and persistently in the wrong direction. Lottie couldn't help but realize that she was looking at you. Perhaps you needed to have a heart-to-heart talk.

So, Charlotte Matthews quickly became next.

After practice, she caught you doing your job as you were supposed to, and called you out on it. She was annoyed, but more curious about your relationship with Natalie. You were blushing and apologetic, and it was hard to deny that you weren't to blame for Nat's deteriorating performance.

And then Lottie discovered that your shy face was extremely hard to get out of her head. Inadvertently, you began to talk after and before practice, Lottie sharing some details about upcoming parties at her house and inviting you. You, of course, refused. Your parents expected you to be decent, and Lottie didn't like rejection and didn't know what rejection was, being a rich girl. So she made it her goal to get you at least once. Or twice. So trying to get under your skin, subtly courting you, and trying to get through to your difficult parents was already routine. Including giving expensive gifts.

"Tai, have you seen the new hair clip in Y/N's hair? Those things cost a lot of money, I tell you, I saw it in the window of that expensive jewelry store." Vanessa was amazed at the new accessory you now had.

"I didn't really pay attention to it, to be honest. What do you… mean? Do you want one like that? I didn't think it was your style." Taissa chuckled, and Van rolled her eyes.

"Haha, very funny, but that's not what I mean… Hey, Lottie! Does Y/N have a rich mommy and daddy like yours?"

Lottie, passing by, chuckled, clearly filled with pride. "Not really. That was my gift. Y/N is very nice, you know. You shouldn't have doubted her, Taissa."

Then Taissa Turner and Vanessa Palmer appeared. They were already in a relationship and were amazed to see how quickly you changed the team's attitude for the better. And yet, from the very beginning, you were a black sheep for Taissa. Van, however, did not treat you with great disdain. She preferred to give people a chance to prove themselves first, and only then draw her own conclusions. However, they quickly liked you. Taissa was surprised that you had previously attended law and jurisprudence classes, and these topics interested her greatly. Van was pleasantly pleased with your taste in films and comics. You complemented their couple with something that they could not complement each other with on their own, after all, no relationship can simply be perfect. It was a matter of time before they both wanted your attention more than was possible. Van often invited you to her home to read or watch something, and Taissa loved to discuss social issues with you. You turned out to be more than either of them could have thought.

"Tai, I'm sorry, but I've already taken up Y/N's time for the evening with myself." Van smiled tenderly at Taissa.

Taissa raised an eyebrow in surprise, seemingly hoping for something. "Damn. How did you manage to come to an agreement with her faster than me? Maybe you'll take me with you?" she said with awkward hope. "Of course, I don't understand a damn thing about your conversations, but still…"

"No way, babe. You'll steal her attention again." Van shook her head.

"Why do I keep hearing everyone talking about Y/N from every corner of the room?" Jackie folded her arms in displeasure as she found herself next to the couple. "I understand that she's new and all that… but what's so unique about her? I swear, we won't get to nationals like this."

Jackie Taylor was annoyed by your popularity within the Yellowjackets. She could see the effect you had on the girls - they were going crazy trying to get a piece of you. She wasn't interested in you at all, but she had a feeling that if she didn't get a little bit closer, they would dethrone her and make you the team captain and even make you their mascot. She had to do something, and fast.

One day, Jackie stayed with you after practice, kindly offering to help you clean up the equipment. When you both walked into the warehouse, she almost pinned you against the wall, demanding answers to her questions.

"Y/N, I can see something's going on. I understand that you want to be friends with everyone, sure, but… we're trying really hard to get to nationals. And you're being way too… outgoing, you know? You need to stop. For the good of our team, as captain, I'm asking you to…"

"Your hair looks great today. Even after playing so hard." You blurted out, unable to contain your genuine respect. "Oh. Sorry. Keep going."

Jackie froze, her combative attitude seeming to completely falter. "You… you think so? Finally, someone sees how much I work on this hair, trying to get it just right every morning! I use powder and hairspray literally all the time, and no one has even bothered to compliment me… until you, of course."

Jackie took pity on you after that. Not when you were willing to spend hours shopping for clothes with her, stealing your clothes and trying on what she told you to try on, making you her model. No one had ever shown such steely restraint with Jackie Taylor, and every time she put on your makeup, it was so hard for her to resist the pounding of her heart and the strange desire to cover your lips with hers. But there was a catch to being with Jackie. The amount of time you spent together didn't sit well with Shauna Shipman. She was the only one who showed no interest in you at all. She didn't care about you, and that was surprising. She never, not once, approached you. You doubted she even knew your name, although considering Jackie told her everything, your name was the only thing she knew about you.

And the fact that you were a real suck-up. That's what she called you when she decided to have it out with you.

"What do you have with Jackie? Do you think I can't see how you're trying to pull the wool over her and everyone else's eyes?" Shauna narrows her eyes, looming over you. "What is it about you? Are you such a good suck-up?"

You felt hurt, but even more so, you felt a seething injustice. "I don't know what you're talking about, Shauna, I was just trying to be friends with everyone. It's not my fault they saw something in me."

Shauna snorted, unsure of what to do with you. "Well. Fine. Just stay away from Jackie, okay? And you'll be fine." Shauna had already turned away from you, about to leave. She adjusted her backpack, but a book fell out. You quickly picked it up.

"You dropped…" You looked at the cover, sighing in surprise. "Pride and Prejudice? That's my favorite book!" You exclaimed, surprising Shauna. She rolled her eyes, simply taking it from you, pretending not to care, but in reality, she was even a little impressed. You were left standing in the hallway, not quite sure what you did wrong.

And then you were surprised when Shauna came to you wanting to discuss the book, as if nothing had happened. Perhaps she was so eager to discuss her interests with someone that she decided to choose the worst option of all - you (Jackie, as expected, did not like reading books at all). You liked to read in your spare time, and Shauna was pleased that you had read a lot of female writers from the 18th and 19th centuries. She sometimes shared her thoughts on them with you, but the main thing was that at one point she made you a playlist of songs named after you. You were flattered and too busy enjoying the gift to notice how much Shauna blushed as she tried to hold your hand.

You didn't even know it would be like this. It seemed like almost all the girls on the team were literally tearing you apart. You'd never received so many gifts, compliments, and, it seemed, hints? Of course, you were pleased. You were a girl, after all. And you suddenly had little free time. Sometimes you spent time with two or even three girls at once a day. Of course, sometimes this led to conflicts between them, but they never dragged you into it. You were untouchable.

But you didn't expect that they would all decide to fix it in one day.

Despite everything, training for Nationals continued. Luckily, the Yellow Jackets team still managed to get their game together and win the filtration game that determined their participation in the competition. Everyone, of course, was incredibly happy. As were you for your favorite team.

There was just one thing. Your parents forbade you to fly with them. You begged as much as you could, but they were adamant. They wanted you to stay home and use your free time from your team to good use, studying and preparing for college. You shed so many tears in front of them, almost begging, but nothing worked. Sometimes you wanted to curse your parents.

Tomorrow, everyone was supposed to fly to Nationals. You entered the locker room, terribly dejected. You were immediately noticed, and the girls were insanely worried. Lately, all of them had been very attentive to you.

"You don't look well, Y/N," Natalie said, her smile from earlier quickly fading.

"Are you okay? Do you have a headache? Maybe a stomach ache?" Misty jumped up to you as if your life depended on it.

"Get away from her, Misty. Y/N might need some space." Vanessa shook her head, and was just as concerned about you.

"I-it's okay…" you sniffed. "It's just… I couldn't convince them. I did everything I could, I begged as hard as I could, and they still refused me. You… you'll have to celebrate your victory at the nationals without me." your eyes sadly looked around at everyone. The shared sadness touched every girl present.

"Y/N… I'm so sorry." Lottie took your hands in hers, looking at you sadly, but Jackie quickly jumped up to her.

"How so? Do they not care at all that you want to fly with us?" she snorts, angry at your family. Being spoiled by her own parents, she did not understand this attitude, especially towards you.

"At least you will be here when we return." Taissa tried to find the positives, although she was disappointed too.

"It does not make much sense, she will not be able to share the joy of us taking the first place in the moment." Shauna said, shaking her head. There was silence between all of you. You were so upset that you didn't even notice how all the girls were looking at each other meaningfully and nodding silently. Suddenly Lottie ran a gentle hand down your cheek, took your chin.

"Don't be so upset, Y/N," Lottie said softly, looking soothingly into your eyes. "You know… in all this time that you've been part of our team, we've grown attached to you. You've always been so kind to us. I think we can come to an agreement and find a way to thank you properly."

You were very embarrassed, and suddenly you felt a little awkward. "I was just being myself, you don't have to do anything for me." You, of course, felt pleased. But you were surprised when you felt hands behind you, and out of the corner of your eye you could see blonde strands of hair, and then you heard the familiar voice of Nat, who decided to come up to you from behind.

"Don't be such a shy princess. Why don't you let us comfort you?" she almost purrs in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. It felt… oddly pleasant, like a wave of excitement had washed over you.

"I, um… I don't know… how are you going to do that?" you ask. You can already see and feel Misty wrap her arms around your right hand, stroking it, looking at you in awe.

"You see, Y/N, you have some kind of influence over all of us." Lottie continues. Jackie glares at Matthews, apparently annoyed that Lottie is in charge. While she's busy burning a jealous hole in someone else's body, Shauna approaches you, her hands stroking your neck, and you shiver, vaguely aware of where this is all heading.

"We feel an irresistible… attraction to you. It's hard for us to share you between us. Haven't you noticed how hard we try to please you?" Lottie asks, genuinely concerned. "And you still wouldn't give in to any of us. We tried to figure out what you wanted, but we failed every time. So we thought you'd have to try each one before you figured out which one of us you wanted to be with."

Your brain was already running out, and now that Van's hand was stubbornly touching your thigh, and Taissa was holding your waist, whispering something in your ear, you completely stopped thinking. You were surrounded by a crowd of girls with whom you spent all your free time so happily, and they were trying to get you all the time. Was it all of them? Each of them wanted you to be their girlfriend? These thoughts left you shocked and you didn't even know how close or far from the truth it was. You, of course, dreamed about them. About each of them at least once, though about some more than others. But for you it was not serious, you did nothing! Did they really want it that much?

You yourself do not notice how you let out a quiet sigh when Shauna kisses your neck. She does it roughly, as if she is having difficulty containing the desire that is accumulating in her. Shauna is silent, examining, analyzing and suppressing in herself, and then explodes like a time bomb. And now she wants to explode at any moment.

Misty's hand undoes the button of your pants in irritation, and Van and Taissa pull them down. You are brought back to reality, and you feel panicked. You were definitely not prepared for being undressed.

"W-wait, there's no need to go anywhere-" you break off with a groan. Nat, still standing and supporting you from behind, bites your ear, licks it, makes your sensitive earlobe wet. You sigh at the newness of this strange, disorienting sensation.

"Don't worry, sweet thing. Everything is going to be just fine." Natalie purrs, and you can't tell if she's stoned or not. Your pants are thrown to the floor. And then your panties. You are naked for all the girls, and they are looking at you so mesmerized, like this is the best thing they've ever seen in their lives. Even Jackie and Lottie, standing behind you, are watching you in awe.

This time, Van is first. Her tongue touches your already wet cunt, and she circles it, tasting you. You moan, and Natalie tugs your hair a little, exposing more of your neck. Taissa gives you a couple of loud slaps on your ass, interested in seeing your reaction. You shudder and your hips jerk, because you like it. Misty's hand goes under your shirt and gropes your breasts, pulling your nipples almost painfully, while Shauna leaves wet marks on your collarbone from her mouth, wanting to leave marks on you that will definitely last until their collective return from Nationals.

You are so turned on, and you feel stimulation from all sides. Your hand wants to reach for Van's red head, to press it harder, but Nat, watching you like a hawk, pulls you back.

"Let her do it herself." She whispers in your ear. You nod frantically, it's best not to argue with them. A few more movements of Van on your clit, her skillful tongue, which had probably done the same with Taisa before, could easily bring you to orgasm. You moaned more actively, your chest moved a hundred times more intensely, and then she pulled away.

"She's ready, Lottie." Van said, wiping her mouth. It was hard for you to understand what was happening, and you just whined, saddened that you were not allowed to come. For a moment, everyone broke away from you. Everyone was listening to Lottie.

"We'll help you after you help us, Y/N," Lottie says with a smile that sounds like she's some kind of prophet. "We've been waiting so long to get your attention. We think we deserve to come first. But I promise you won't regret it."

You nodded at her, mesmerized, but you felt like this wasn't quite the Lottie you knew. She was so mysterious, and you couldn't tell what was on her mind.

"Get away from her, all of you." Lottie commanded. "And you, Y/N, sit on your knees, please. Put something down so it won't hurt her to sit on the floor."

Van and Nat dutifully laid out their own jackets so your knees wouldn't hurt from what you were about to do. It was a pleasant moment of care. You obediently settled down on your knees in front of Lottie. You were literally being eaten with their eyes, and you were ready for what was to happen.

Lottie was already reaching for her shorts, but Jackie spoke up. "Sorry, Lottie… but I'll be the first." She said, raising her chin high. Jackie's voice was filled with nervous confidence, and she tried to withstand Lottie's and the other girls' piercing gaze. "I'm the captain of our team, and I want to be the first one to do this. What made you think you could lead?"

Lottie was silent, and you couldn't even understand what she was thinking right now. Then she nodded, and her voice was cold. "Okay. Be the first. But don't ruin it too soon."

You didn't understand the meaning of the words, but Jackie frantically replaced Lottie, pulled down her shorts, and the taste of her cunt quickly imprinted on your tongue. You didn't know what Jackie really wanted to achieve by this - to let you fuck her first or she just felt depressed because of how Lottie quickly took control and everyone, even Shauna, was ready to obey her. In any case, you didn't mind. You devotedly licked her pussy and tried to watch Jackie's reaction, just to please her. In your fantasies, you tried many times to make Jackie as good as you could. In your mind, Jackie was not the type to give - she liked to receive more, and if she had to be on top in your fantasies, she was so gentle and timid, afraid to make an extra move, that it only excited you more. But here she was — trying to have your whole mouth, like she had been fantasizing about it for so long that you were almost dizzy with the realization. Your drool and her juices were running down her thighs while she moaned, and the others were watching, some daring to stick their hands down their own shorts. A couple of minutes passed and Jackie came convulsively, sitting down on the bench. Now she wouldn’t object. She had no strength.

Shauna was next. She was never patient, not with what she liked - her hand grabbed your hair (no one protested, everyone decided she deserved it for scoring the final goal during the nationals qualifiers) and she pulled herself roughly-gently towards her vagina. Your eyes rolled back and you almost got lost in her thick dark pubic hair, but fuck, she was delicious and you were ready to continue as long as it took. You even forgot how to breathe sometimes - Shauna was a little rough, muttering something harshly under her breath and moaning, repeating your sweet name. She came quickly and took a step to the side, pulling up her shorts and retreating to the bathroom, apparently to rethink something.

Then there was Taissa… and Van. They were both allowed near you at the same time. You were dumbfounded, not knowing how to cope with taming two pussies at the same time, but you didn't even have time to wipe the saliva and cum from your mouth, as the red vagina was in your mouth. You had to change one pussy to the other every 15-20 seconds, trying to lick both like never before. You were forbidden to use your hands, but they both frantically encouraged you as best they could, while your tongue circled their clits, and the dirty noise filled the locker room, already filled with heat and languid sighs.

"You're holding up great, Y/N… Come on, help Van a little…" Taissa whispered, tearing you away from her pussy, because you stubbornly did not want to stop. However, upon hearing her order, you quickly set to work on Van, drawing a sigh of excitement from her, and ten seconds later, an orgasm. Taissa followed.

Then there was Nat. You licked your lips, ready to receive her. You were surprised that her pussy was shaved, maybe she was getting ready and wanted to please you? This thought caused a sweet warmth in you. And Nat's pussy tasted sweet too. You sucked on her clit, wanting to please her in a way that no guy had ever done. Natalie moaned surprisingly softly, and it excited you so much that there was almost no dry spot left in your panties. She let you use your hands, and you held her by the hips, because she was shaking while your wet tongue caressed her tender folds, and the hot air from her nose came straight to her pubis. Needless to say, Nat came quickly, but for some time she did not want to leave your mouth? Misty didn't even ask your permission. Her head was wrapped around yours, her fingers tangled in your soft hair, and she was holding you to her bushy pussy like she was dying without it. You were taken aback, but that didn't stop you from wanting to please her, even if her actions were met with disapproval from the other girls. No one wanted to be played with more roughly than the rest. You licked her, trying to please her as much as possible - Misty looked like she was not easy to please, but she was whispering so sweetly in your ear, praise and advice, that your arousal literally flowed out of your panties.

"Yes, t-that's it, Y/N… That's just perfect, oh, you're so beautiful. You're just an angel, a little perfection." She muttered selflessly, her glasses falling to the tip of her nose as she came loudly in your mouth.

You were exhausted, but Lottie was still there. She was the last one. You looked up at her, tired, sluggish, and excited. She gave you a quick smile, but there was undisguised triumph in her eyes. She had you after all. Did we mention that Lottie hated rejection and not getting what she wanted?

Lottie lifted your chin, gently stroked your hair and tidied it up, wiped the tears of pleasure from your eyelashes. She let you dive into her pussy yourself, start licking it yourself, as if you were in some kind of licking contest and were going to take first place there. She let you keep glancing at her, watching every movement of her moaning mouth and trembling hands, just to please her. Your heart was beating so fast and it was so hot and you wanted to please her so much, plunging your sweet tongue into her pussy over and over again, that you had a hard time holding on. Lottie took the longest, savoring every second and apparently holding herself back. Eventually she pulled your head away from her, pressed her pussy to your forehead and came, covering you even more with her wetness. You were all for it.

"You did well, Y/N. You love us so much, you were ready for everyone." Lottie said tiredly. She nodded to the girls, and they sat around you. "Now you've earned a reward, huh?" You nodded vigorously, needing release. You were so wet, and almost whining with excitement. Your head ended up in Shauna's lap, and Nat, Misty and Jackie quickly found themselves at your feet. Misty nibbled on your calves and thighs, often not hesitating to do it quickly and hard, while Jackie, on the contrary, licked them like a kitten, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. This crazy contrast made you breathe quickly and roll your eyes, and all for the sake of Shauna watching this cute picture. Nat touched your pussy with her tongue, her two fingers slid inside your wet cunt - after such a long abstinence, taking two fingers at once was not at all difficult. You moaned, letting them all work on you while the others watched. Natalie's tongue was trying so hard to please you, playfully sucking and pulling on your clit, playing with your labia and purposely quickly driving her fingers into you, wanting to bring you to the peak and play on you like guitar strings.

"We love you, Y/N, such a gift for us." Jackie purrs, watching Natalie fuck your helpless pussy.

"You're the best!" Misty agrees with a smile, biting you and licking it slobberily.

"All that's left is to cum." Shauna says calmly, not hiding her smirk, constantly keeping her eyes on herself. "Come on. Nat's mouth is waiting for it."

As if on cue, you spill into Natalie's mouth with a loud moan. Everyone exhales relaxedly, and Natalie cleans your pussy with her tongue. "You're just sweet, princess." She smirks at her own abilities.

You let yourself sink into the girls' arms, catching your breath. You don't know yet that later they'll help you get dressed, each of them will kiss you on the lips, and you'll tell them to talk about it after Nationals. In the end, you still can't seem to choose one. You love them all, and you're waiting for them to return to Wiskayok, safe and sound, with victory in hand.

[mvlders222]

𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐧

based off of the jeff buckley song with the same name

pairing ; lottie matthews x fem!reader

wordcount ; 1.2k

summary ; your life, as well as the other girls', was slowly declining with every moment you spend out in the wilderness. however, the sanity of a specific girl may slowly be slipping, and you might be the one paying the price.

warnings ; mention of lottie's meds, cursing, no use of y/n, lottie being a borderline creep (let me know if i missed anything!)

Lottie had woken up quite a while ago. The cold weather outside had taken over her senses completely. Although she’s almost convinced this was the reason for her conscious state, she can’t ignore the gnawing feeling that comes as she watches over you.

It’s been months since the crash, and winter is already coming to a start. Lives had been long lost, left to the wilderness. Amidst this personal hell, everyone had been searching for ways to survive and cope.

Throughout this prolonged time together, Lottie’s new and personal interest had become you.

It seemed impossible that everyone had collectively fallen asleep, but since everyone’s last meal consisted of murky water and Jackie’s belt, the lack of nutrients had prevailed throughout everyone’s days.

Over the months, Lottie’s prescription had run dry. The attention toward her medication had slowly shifted onto you.

Which is where she was now, sitting up with her arms around her knees, squeezing as tight as possible. Lottie was careful not to move an inch or even breathe too loud, fearing she might wake you from your slumber.

As she looked at you, her eyes searched for any movement whether that be from your body or face. She wondered what you were dreaming about. She had given you her blanket to keep you warm, not needing it herself.

Lottie was afraid for you, more than others. You had become such a relic within her mind that she wanted to protect you, and if that meant giving you the clothes off of her back, then so be it. Nevertheless, she fears your body will never be safe from harm.

“Lottie,” you whisper.

The girl’s eyes widen at the sound of your voice, knowing she had been caught. Now broken out of her trance, she quickly lies down on her side to try and confuse you. She wanted to manipulate your mind into maybe believing it had been a dream. She faces away from you like she had been when she had first fallen asleep next to you.

Not exactly fooled by her ploy, you bring an arm up and push your hand into her shoulder blade to get her attention. “Lottie?”

She turns around to face you. As she moves, she becomes closer to you. Just close enough to have her black ribbons of long hair cover her face and gently caress yours. The soft, feathery sensation that touches your skin keeps you warm. Or is that the extra blanket pulled to just above your shoulder?

You keep your voice soft, whispering, “I think this is yours.” You push the blanket off of your body and begin to cover the girl in front of you. Lottie stops you, however, grabbing your wrist before you can tear the fabric away from yourself.

“No.” Lottie stares deeply into your eyes, assuring you she doesn’t need it. “It’s for you.”

“Lottie-” The girl in question cuts you off before your words can get to her. She hushes you, softly placing her hand over your mouth to muffle any noises that might wake the others. The warmth from her hand only proved her point. She pulls her hand away, and you realize the blankets aren’t enough to keep you warm.

Lottie keeps her voice lowered to not wake the smallest rodent that might be nearby. “I want you,” she says. “No, I need you.” Her innocent doe eyes look further into yours, putting you under her spell.

She reaches up and grabs your shoulder with her own, gloved hand. She pulls herself closer to you, scooting her frame impossibly closer to yours. You lose all control you once had over your body, feeling Lottie maneuver herself to fit beside you. “Keep me warm,” she mumbles.

You blushed scarlet in return. The proximity between the two of you was close enough to hear each other’s hearts. Or maybe just the sound of your heart is so loud that it clouds your sense of hearing.

Her hand, once on your shoulder, slides up your neck and gently holds the side of your face. “You’re so soft, precious.” She runs her thumb along your cold cheek. The contrast between the warmth she carried in her hand and your cold-to-the-touch skin left you with goosebumps. Despite your exterior complexation, your insides were practically on fire.

“We really shouldn’t, Lot.” You tried to reason with her, but she just stared back at you with a serious expression on her face.

“Why? The others?” She quickly cut you off, scooting impossibly closer to you. “We’re just keeping each other warm.”

“You know that’s not what it is,” you said, tone becoming firmer. “I don’t think we should be doing this right now.”

Lottie bites her tongue, holding back the first words that come to her mind. ‘Don’t be stupid.’ Instead, she chooses the more mindless option.

With a lingering hand still positioned on the side of your face, now warm, Lottie pulls your face to hers. The couple of inches that were once between you now dissipate, and your lips meet in a hurried movement. At that moment, your surroundings went silent.

You pull back suddenly, jaw clenched, you don’t dare say a word. In return, Lottie’s eyes dart all around your face. She struggles to keep her composure, deathly afraid of having done something wrong.

You kissed her again desperately. At this point, you weren’t even sure what you were doing. You brought your hands up to cradle her face like she had yours, keeping her from pulling away. She used her hand to kneed at the skin of your face, her palm fitting perfectly.

You pull back once more, eyes closed, afraid to meet her gaze.”Don’t–” Your voice breaks. “Don’t do this to me, Lot…”

“What?” She whispered. However small her tone, you could still hear the bite in it.

You choked back tears, “I can’t–” You attempt to fight the sudden wash of emotion over you. “I won’t cry over you. Not again,” you mumble. “But you just… can’t do this to me. After fucking ignoring me for years? We’re on the same fucking team, Lottie.”

Lottie shook her head in response, ducking her head ever so slightly in an attempt to grab your attention. “No, god, no. I wasn’t… thinking right. Please, dear, I need you.” She cemented her words, “I need you.”

“Oh, Lottie.” Your voice shook, and your face transformed into a wrinkled, worried mess. Lottie showed her concern and pulled you toward her, embracing your shivering frame. She kissed the side of your face and the side of your head simultaneously, trying to calm your anxiety.

You didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, or the next week, or even the next month. But in that moment, you didn’t feel anything but love for the girl whose arms held you. Whose arms loved you.

[gtgbabie0]

i love how you write lottie sm shes so soft babie gf :( may i rq smth where r decides to prank her by calling her charlotte instead of lottie or some pet name to see how'd she react cus shes so whipped and puppy like that she'd immediate pout n wonder what she did wronh (fluff n established relationship !!) <3

{Calling Lottie ‘Charlotte’ as a prank}

Thank you anon! Soft Lottie for the win always <3

Lottie was utterly head over heels in love with you, in every sense of the meaning— like her heart skips several beats when your hand even slightly brushes against her own like she could just admire you for hours upon hours without getting bored type of whipped. You’ve turned her into some lovesick puppy and she had zero complaints.

Especially when she gets to lounge around with you in your tiny dorm room, snuggled up in bed all weekend— her head resting against your chest, wrapped up in one of your jumpers, humming along to the songs that were softly playing through your cassette player whilst it rained heavily outside.

The cassette restarts, replaying the same songs you’ve both already heard for the second time— “Can I change the tape?” Lottie asks, tipping her head backwards to catch your gaze with a soft smile.

“Yeah— of course.” you turn your attention from your book to her, dropping a kiss to her forehead before she sits up. “The box is under the bed, baby.” And you certainly don’t miss the way her eyes light up at the sweet endearment, a subtle blush to her cheeks that dimple into a smile.

She’s always been like that, going all giddy at even the most corniest of nicknames— anything you did turned her to mush if we were being completely honest, but the sickly sweetness of those damned names really did something to her and her hopeless romantic heart. You couldn’t help but wonder how she’d react if you were to call her by her full name. Oh, how absolutely evil of you.

You watch her as she sits criss-cross rummaging through the box of old cassette tapes, no longer interested in the book that was now lying on your lap— the bookmark that Lottie had made for Valentine’s Day last year you now neatly slotted into the page. Your poor girlfriend was completely oblivious to the devious thoughts that crept into your mind, too focused on rummaging through all your tapes to notice that smirk that meant nothing but trouble.

“You found one yet Charlotte?— pretty sure I’ve heard this song for the fifth time today.” You ask, fighting against the sudden urge to giggle as her head turns to face you.

The look on her face was downright devastating, big dark eyes melting, her lips turned downwards into a confused pout, brows pinched together slightly. Just like a damn puppy, you swear if she had ears they’d be all droopy in sadness. You felt awful for enjoying it so much.

Lottie doesn’t say anything but her lips part as if she wanted to— words at the tip of her tongue but far too stunned to actually form them. “What’s the look for?” You have the gall to ask as if you haven’t just completely broken her damn heart!

She doesn’t like it all, there was something so oddly wrong about the way her full name sounded coming from your mouth— not even ‘Lottie’ or ‘Lott’ but ‘Charlotte’ it was horrible. She immediately abandons the box of cassettes to shuffle closer to you, still wearing that adorable pout on her face.

“You okay, Charlotte?”

She's all too quick to respond, frown deepening. “Why’re you calling me Charlotte— you never call me that.”

Her fingers brush against your palm as if trying to make sure you were angry at her and when you don’t pull away it soothes her worries if only slightly because her deep brown eyes are still roaming across your face— studying you almost with a small tilt of her head.

“Did I do something?” Her words damn near break your heart and before you can apologise she’s whispering a small apology.

“Oh no, hey— hey, m’just being dumb.” You reassure, pushing yourself to sit up before curling your arms around her shoulders and she’s quick to melt against you— pressing her face into the crook of your neck with a sigh, relief flooding her as her fingers clutch at your shirt. “Just messing with you baby.”

You could feel her pout deepen against your neck, lips pursing out as her finger jabs into your side lightly with a small huff— “You’re the worst.” She murmurs, not lifting her head up from your shoulder. “Seriously. Don’t do that again, idiot.”

You turn to press a kiss to her cheek, then another and another until she’s nuzzling into you with a small smirk— arms wrapping around you a little tighter. “Alright. Okay, m’sorry— you just look so pretty when you pout, baby.” You tease, lips brushing against the soft curve of her jaw as you speak which only makes her dissolve further into you, your hand rubs her back as her own dips beneath the fabric of your shirt to caress over your waist.

Lottie pulls back, scrunching her face up even more before dropping her forehead against your own with a soft chuckle— her lips brushing a feather-light kiss to yours, her soft hands coming up to cup your face.

“Well don’t make a habit of it, you’re not allowed to call me Charlotte. Ever again.” She whispers against your lips, nose nestled into yours with a soft grin— stealing your words with a kiss.

[teliphone]

The Wilderness is Pleased

Lottie Matthews x Fem!Reader x Shauna Shipman 

Warning(s): Manipulation, Biting, Blood, Groping

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Lottie hands you the teacup with a soft look. You pause for a bit, feeling unsure.

This is not the first time you’ve drunk the special herb tea. You’re only doing it again because Lottie asked. Her face was so excited when she found out you could hear the wilderness. So, she asked you to listen to it again. You couldn’t say no to her face. You felt extremely proud that Lottie found you gifted, even though the tea made you feel paranoid and anxious afterwards. 

You lift your hands to grab onto the teacup. Lottie gives you an assuring and proud smile. She takes a seat next to you with watchful eyes. You examine the brown, warm liquid before looking up at her. She slowly nods her head, placing a finger underneath the cup. She gestures the cup up to your lips. The tip of the cup reaches between your lips, but you pause after hearing some branches snapping. You turn your head to the side to identify the person. 

Shauna reveals herself behind the trees. She silently analyzes you and Lottie. The cup between your hands catches her attention. 

“Can I join?” She breaks the silence. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Shauna never once believed in the wilderness’s presence. In fact, she called it bullshit. Why is she suddenly interested? Before you could ask her, Lottie stood up excitedly. 

“Of course. Come sit here,” She chirps and gestures to the empty spot next to you. She rushes to the fire pit and bends down to pick up the small bucket. She pours it out into another cup. While Lottie is busy doing that, Shauna takes a seat next to you, shoulders brushing against yours. Her face is emotionless, making it hard for you to read her. 

“I thought you didn’t believe in this,” You whisper. Shauna smiles and leans her body towards you, expressing comfort. She shrugs her shoulders. 

“Show me it’s true,” She whispers back. You blush and avert your attention back to the cup of tea. Deep down, you don’t know if it’s true. But Lottie has shown you so much, it’s hard not to believe. 

Lottie comes back and hands Shauna a cup. You watch her hold onto it and quickly bring it to her lips. She chugs the liquid down as if nothing. You widen your eyes at her confidence. Lottie breaks into a wide smile. Adrenaline was coursing through her body even though she didn’t take the drink. You wanted Lottie to be proud of you as well. You immediately follow after. Taking the bittersweet tea down your throat. You grimace at the taste as you place the teacup on the ground. Shauna breaks out into a soft laugh, revealing her teeth. You wipe your lips nervously. Lottie takes a seat in front of the two of you. Eagerness and hope were written all over her face. 

The three of you wait for the tea to kick in. It doesn’t take that long before the two of you start to feel it. You feel your head swaying every time you look around. An annoying buzzing sound reaches your ear. You clench your fist and squeeze your eyes. 

“It’s happening,” Lottie whispers. The buzzing becomes louder, causing you to hyperventilate. You jerk your head around wildly, trying to find the source of the sound. Lottie rushes to your side, her hands touching your thighs. 

“Tell me, what do you hear?” She questions worriedly. 

“I-I don’t know,” You stammer. 

“Listen closer… come on. I know you can,” Lottie assures. She brings her hands up to gently brush your hair. Suddenly, you feel another hand on top of yours. Calloused fingertips rub your knuckles. You look up to see Shauna’s dark brown eyes staring deep into yours. 

“…I hear it,” She breathes out. You slightly widen your eyes. Did It choose Shauna? You frown and close your eyes to focus. No, this can’t be. You must hear it too. 

“What does it say, Shauna?” Lottie asks, still brushing your hair. Shauna licks her lips as she hesitates. 

“It wants me to taste her sweet nectar,” Shauna reveals, eyes dilating. Deep inside, she was lying. She didn’t hear shit. Yes, the tea made her feel loopy and buzzed, but she was still kinda sober. Truthfully, she was only here for you. She knew the advantages she would get. She saw how the last time you were here, Lottie made a bite mark on you. It gave her a brilliant idea. 

You slowly lift your head to look at Shauna. Your head starts to throb and you wince. Maybe you’ve been drinking too much of this tea. 

“Whose nectar?” you manage to say. The words coming out of your mouth don't even make sense. 

“Yours,” Shauna answers. You feel your body freeze and the buzzing noises stop. You carefully look around to make sure the buzzing will come back. It doesn’t. You could only hear the soft gust of wind rustling against the leaves. 

Shauna must be right. That could only explain why the throbbing pain and noises disappeared. The wilderness wanted this moment to happen. 

Lottie seems to understand and reaches down to touch your other hand. She squeezes your palm, making you glance up at her. 

“This is what it wants. Obey it,” She assures, nodding her head. You slowly follow her gesture by nodding your head too. Anything for the wilderness… anything for Lottie. Shauna places her hands underneath your jaw and turns your attention to her. Her lips curve into a small smirk. 

Shauna leans forward, gently capturing your lips against hers. You quickly flutter your eyes shut. Her plump lips move slowly, making your heart pound loudly. You feel Lottie rubbing your knuckles in a soothing tempo. You let out a small pant, making Shauna deepen the kiss. Her thumb continually rubs your lower jaw. 

Shauna starts kissing down your neck, her warm tongue brushing against your skin. You tilt your head back, allowing her more access. Lottie presses her face into your hair.

“Good girl… Let it happen,” She whispers sweetly. Shauna kisses down to the space between your neck and shoulders. Her tongue runs against it before grinding her teeth against your skin. You bring your hands up to hold her head. Suddenly, her teeth start nipping at your skin. You cry out in pain and thrash around. Lottie tightens her hold on you, keeping you still. Shauna moans once your blood coats her tongue. She continues shamelessly sucking and licking, nearly getting drunk. Her tongue and saliva burn your broken skin. She pulls away from you with a smile. Your blood coats her lips and drips to her chin. Lottie’s breathing starts becoming heavy. 

“Thank you for your blessings,” Lottie hums, catching her breath. Shauna slowly licks her lips and chuckles. She stands up and begins to remove her flannel. She drops the flannel onto the ground and pulls her shirt by the neck. She grabs a knife out of her pocket. She lifts it, making you shake in fear, until you watch her slice her skin below the neck. You analyze how her blood runs down and soaks her shirt. 

“Your turn,” She orders. You hesitate again, but Lottie puts her hand out. She pulls you up to stand, one hand on your waist, the other on your head. Without saying anything, she pushes your head down to meet Shauna’s cut. You shut your eyes and nervously stick out your tongue. Her blood tastes metallic and feels warm. You force yourself to bite and suck harder. She moans loudly, buckling her hips into your body. She wraps her hand around your head and pulls you closer. 

“Devore me,” She moans. Your mind spins as you continue biting. You continue kissing her skin for a bit longer till you feel Lottie gently tugging you away. 

“That’s… enough. It says that’s good enough,” Lottie says. You stare at the wet red mess on Shauna’s neck. You shake in shock. No way you just did that. Lottie slides her hand underneath your jaw to make you look at her. Her eyes are extremely dilated. More than you have ever seen, and she didn’t even drink the special tea. She leans her face down and kisses you deeply and gently. Her sneaky hands begin to roam over your body. You feel one hand running down and groping your bottom while the other grips your hair. She moans and chuckles in the kiss from tasting the shared blood. 

Shauna curses under her breath at the scene. The view of you two sharing bloody kisses is so hot to her. She walks up behind you, leaning her lips to your shoulders. She starts kissing and gently biting again. Her hands move up to grope your chest. 

You moan and cry from the feeling of two girls having their way with you. Hums and praises were released from both of their lips. The wind blows harder, making the leaves scatter beneath your feet. The wilderness is pleased.

[rhiannonsknife]

thinking about taking lottie’s strap 🫣

maybe it’s the first time and she’s all gentle and talking you through it— “you’re taking me so well” and “you’re so pretty for me”

maybe you’re riding her and she can’t get enough of your tits and the way they bounce each time you move

maybe she’s taking you from behind and pulling at your hair and being rough with it and—

just thinking about lottie’s strap 🤤🤤

locking in for you guys before christmas!! anyway nsfw below so mdni!!

your first time using a strap with lottie…

…is so gentle!! she’s careful, knowing it’s your first time taking anything more than her fingers. she eats you out first, to make sure you’re wet and ready. or maybe she fingers you, holding your legs apart as she goes from one to three fingers, working you open slowly. when it’s time for the strap, lottie takes her time: she holds your gaze when she lines it up with your pussy (you’re dripping with it at this point), asking if you’re sure all over again.

“this okay?” she breathes, her fingers shakily trailing up your thighs. lottie has been waiting to fuck you like this. when you nod your head, she pushes it in. her length sinks into you slowly, your wetness making it easy to take it all. “you’re taking it so well” lottie praises when her body is nestled flush against yours. she brushes some hair from your face, taking in the sight from above. “so pretty for me”

lottie who loves it when you ride her.

once you’ve gotten the hang of strap on sex, she frequently asks you to ride her. lottie who genuinely can’t get enough of watching the way your tits bounce whenever you’re on top. she’ll literally just sit beneath you, watching breathlessly and stunned into silence for once as you move. lottie holds your hips or mutters occasional curses under her breath but lets you do the rest of the work as you make yourself cum.

lottie who also loves to take you from behind.

honestly, she loves to fuck you in any and all positions. though, when she fucks you like this, she can grab your hair and make you arch your back. her skin slaps against yours in the rhythm of her slow, deep thrusts as she grabs a fistful of it and forces you back by the strands of your hair. you cry out when the strength of her pull moves your body against the silicone shaft unexpectedly, stroking your g-spot in all the right ways. "fuck, lottie-" you sputter, practically drooling, with your fingers curling in the fabric of the sheets.

additionally: taking lottie by surprise & sucking her off!!

she doesn’t expect it until you kneel before her and guide her hand to the back of your head. lottie’s eyes widen momentarily when she realizes what you’re up to. “what are you- oh!” she gasps when you close your lips around its tip. lottie’s head falls back against the headboard and she groans softly when you gag during your first attempt to take her deeper down her throat.

[bumblesimagines]

that was really fun. we should do it again sometime. are you seeing someone else?

Lottie Matthews

that was really fun. we should do it again sometime.

are you seeing someone else?

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

In the distant, muffled through the wall of the house and the distant sound of music, you could hear Jeff's voice shouting for you. From the way he slurred his words and the lack of Jackie or Shauna joining in his shouts, he'd had too much to drink and the girls had already left, likely ditching him to catch a ride with a fellow Yellowjacket. Jackie would likely make it up to him later and he'd be putty in her hands. Your brother was an incredibly easy guy to win over, especially when it came to girls.

Lottie's quiet panting filled the small game room, drawing your attention away from Jeff and onto the girl as you stepped back and wiped your sleeve over your mouth, admiring your handy work with a small grin. Lottie flushed at your attention, her bangs and soft curls sticking to her sweaty, light red face. Her legs dangled above the ground from her spot on the edge of the pool table, her underwear hanging from her ankle and threatening to slip off onto the wooden floorboards below. She swallowed and tugged at her skirt that'd pooled around her waist when you'd pushed it up but otherwise remained in her spot as she attempted to catch her breath. 

"That was really fun." She breathed out, pushing her hair over her shoulder and offering you a smile. "We should do it again sometime."

"Maybe not." You picked up the famous Yellowjacket's letterman jacket from the floor, setting it beside her and hooking your finger on the strap from her shirt that'd slipped past her shoulder. You pulled it back up and gave her warm arm a friendly squeeze. "Wouldn't want to make this a habit."

"W-Why not? Are you seeing someone else?" She asked, reaching down to pull her underwear up her legs. Hopping down from the pool table, she adjusted her skirt and smoothed out the wrinkles that'd formed, her eyes trained on you as you backed up. You shrugged, turning your head toward the door when Jeff's voice drew closer. 

"Sorry, Lottie. I don't have time for others right now." You told her with a lazy grin, slipping your hands into the pockets of your jacket and making your way toward the door. You took a peek at her over your shoulder and chuckled at her pouty face. "Good luck at Nationals, though!"

[sadsapphic-rose]

the allure of a long lost prophet

lowkey featuring kidnapper!lottie

word count is 9,424

honestly not totally sure what this is, after episode four of the new season i was kind of struck with inspiration and this was the result

lottie matthews x reader, past and present timelines, mild hints at reader having a bit of a thing for praise but no smut, hurt/comfort kinda?, other canon typical warnings but there’s honestly nothing too crazy, i feel like i’ve written everything pretty mild but i wanted to add the warnings just in case!

if anyone reads, pls PLS be gentle, this is my first time posting anything i’ve written and i’m honestly rlly nervous about it lol

also fair warning i don’t have anyone to edit so it was just me rereading and trying to fix any errors i came across. sorry if there are any lingering mistakes!

sorry for the long intro, here it is!!

Autumn (2021) Present Day

Your unconscious mind is hazy, showing you flashes of memories you’d long since buried. The crash, the wilderness, the cold of that first winter… the hunger. Things you wish would stay hidden in the recesses of your brain.

You remember running, the hunter turned prey. Always running, desperately fleeing your imminent demise.

Consciousness dawns slowly and as you wake up, several things register at once. First: the unfamiliar environment. You’re in a room not your own, sparsely furnished and rather foreboding. Second: the blinding headache, as if your very skull was splitting open. And third, and perhaps most importantly: your wrists are bound behind you. You’re sat in a chair, body aching in protest. Not necessarily at the position itself that you’re seated in, but the fact that you’ve mostly likely been here for quite some time. At least an hour or two if you had to guess, given the numbness setting into your extremities.

“Well, fuck.” You don’t even register that you’ve spoken out loud. Kidnapped, you think. Just your luck. As the reality of the situation begins to set in so does the fear of what’s to come.

In a crazed frenzy you tug and pull at the ropes to no avail, only succeeding in scraping your wrists raw. You refuse to cry out for help, wary of who might answer. With a huff you give up on that particular venture, taking deep breathes in an attempt to calm yourself and form a useful and coherent thought. Thankfully one comes in the form of a helpful realization. Those idiots who kidnapped you didn’t think to check your pockets. You’re able to shimmy one hand into your back pocket and grab your pocket knife. You grimace, remembering the day your father gave it to you. He wasn’t good for much but he did have the occasional fatherly win. This was one of them.

You open it, bending and twisting uncomfortably to saw through the restraints binding you. Once free, you assess the damage done to your wrists, grimacing at the reddened skin. You spot a few places where the skin has broken open but decide to ignore it for now in favor of escaping.

As tempted as you are to examine the room for clues at to who might’ve taken you and what they might want, you need to leave. The next problem on your list: the fucking door is locked because of course it is. Easily solved by… you contemplate, looking around. Your eyes lock in on the pair of windows to your left. An attempt at opening them is fruitless but you had anticipated that much. You wonder if jumping through one of the windows could work. Your captors may have thought to lock them but they certainly wouldn’t expect you to pull something like this. Be it panic or sheer idiocy, you brace yourself and dive through the glass and onto the porch outside. With surprisingly minimal damage from the shattered glass you scoff slightly, not expecting that to have worked out nearly as well as it did. A quick look around reveals absolutely zero sign of familiar scenery. Dense forest seemingly surrounds you at every angle and it is at this moment that the panic that had been brewing inside of you fully takes hold. With little thought you break into a run, truly aimless in direction with one goal in mind: escape.

As you run, you can feel branches snagging on your clothes and scraping at your skin. While you pass other cabins similar to the one you were locked in, you hear distant shouts and various voices calling out to each other. The panic worsens and you fear being caught at any moment.

Winter (1996)

You’re running… faster than you thought possible, absolutely frantic in your efforts to get away. It chose. You can feel the weight of that damned necklace resting on your collarbone. Thoughts of Jackie surface and you sob. You can’t share her fate. You have to find a way to survive… no matter what.

Present Day

Running faster, you heave for breath, panting in exertion. You curse the universe for giving you asthma as you begin to feel an attack coming on. Wheezing sets in and you eventually have to stop to catch your breath. The forest goes quiet. All that can be heard is your breathing and a primal, ice cold fear shoots down your spine as you feel a presence behind you. You turn slowly, shaking slightly. Lottie fucking Matthews in all her glory approaches and opens her arms out wide. For a moment you’re tempted to fall into her embrace like you did all those years ago in the wilderness. Instead, you turn on your heels and bolt in the opposite direction once more. Just when you think you’ve lost her, fate in her infinite humor causes you to trip. You land harshly on the ground and manage to get the wind knocked out of you. Through gasping breaths you get back up, ready to run again but she’s already there in front of you.

“Please, don’t hurt me”, You whimper, “I just wanna go home.”

“Hurt you?” She frowns, “Darling, I’m here to protect you. You’re mine, remember? My sweet little dove. I would never ever hurt you.” You can feel it then, the pull towards her, like it never went away. “You’re meant to be here… can’t you feel it?” You let out a confused whining sound, tears falling from your eyes. “Shhh, hush now, love. You’re alright.” She comes close and wipes your tears as they fall. “I’ll take care of you, like I did before, you just have to let me.”

“L-Lottie, I— I don’t understand, please…” That all consuming panic returns, clouding your mind.

“It’s okay, calm yourself, dove. You are exactly where you need to be.”

“N-no, I— I don’t belong here, I need to go…” Breathing properly becomes a near impossible task and you begin to hyperventilate.

“You’re safe here, darling. This is all for your own good.” Your breaths come faster and faster, your head growing fuzzy and light. She puts a hand on your chest, guiding you to slow your breathing. You fight it at first, the panic too strong but eventually you calm, sagging into her. She holds you in a strong embrace, rocking you slowly from side to side. “That’s it.” She coos. “Good girl.” Your chest warms at the praise. As much as you hate to admit it, you missed this, you missed her.

“Lottie why am I here?” You murmur into her shoulder.

“You tell me. I searched for years only to find you like this… broken, alone, a shell of your former self. I couldn’t leave you like that, not after everything we’ve been through together.”

You tremble as she refers to the wilderness. The things that occurred over 25 years ago still fresh in your mind, haunting you despite many (albeit futile) attempts to move on.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” She continues, “The pull. It wants this, us… together again.” You step away despite her trying to keep you close in her arms. “There’s no use denying it, no use fighting. It’s still in us, it never left and you know as well as I do that it has a way of getting what it wants.”

“No.” You shake your head. “No, Lottie I— I can’t do this, not again. Please…” You cut yourself off, bringing a hand to your mouth and holding your other arm around your stomach. The very thought of your gruesome survival and the things you had to do back then bring a wave of nausea over you. You had barely made it out alive and even then, the guilt was enough to make you wish you hadn’t. “I— I won’t.”

She stills, stone faced. “Oh really?” You nod, trying your best to stay resolute and ignore the damn near magnetic allure of her words. It’s difficult, Lottie is as captivating as ever. She hums at your insistence. “Somehow I doubt that. You’re strong, my love, but at some point you must realize you can’t do this alone.” You falter, recognizing the truth in her words. “It’s okay to rely on others, to rely on me, just like you used to. I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you safe and help you heal. You never have to be alone again.” Your heart stutters in your chest. As much as you’d hate to admit it out loud, she’s having an effect on you.

“Come here.” She’s stern, commanding. You balk at the audacity… and yet you can’t help but obey. She brings you into her arms once again. “See darling? How easy that was?”

“Lottie…”

“You’re going to stay here, at Camp Green Pine, and I am going to help you. I’m afraid I won’t take no for an answer.”

You give in and at long last your racing thoughts quiet. It’s safe here, in Lottie’s arms. It always has been. You relax into her hold.

“There you go, good girl.” Burying your face into her shoulder you catch a whiff of her perfume. It’s different from what she wore when she was young but somehow still familiar and so very Lottie. “Come, I’ll take you back to your cabin and we can get you settled for the night.” She begins leading you back through the forest, a guiding hand on the small of your back. As backwards as it sounds, giving up control is rather freeing. And when it’s Lottie? Giving up control comes to you as easily as breathing does.

As you walk, you distractedly rub at your scraped wrists, the soreness from the rope burn setting in. She notices your movements and frowns.

“I am sorry about the circumstances of your arrival here, I had hoped to at least be there when you woke to ease you into things.”

“Yeah, well…” You trail off with a shrug. She stops walking and turns to you.

“May I see?” You nod wordlessly and allow her to take your wrists into her hands. They’re smooth and warm, soothing to the newly formed scrapes and bruises. She tuts, a crease in her brow. “You must’ve put up quite the struggle to cause such injuries. We’ll get you some first aid and then it’ll be off to bed with you.”

Her tone is chiding, motherly. She continues walking, leading you to a cabin in the distance. Autumn leaves crunch under your feet and you find it nice to focus on something other than your current predicament. You shiver as a particular frigid breeze blows through. You’re certainly not dressed for the weather, only in a long sleeve t-shirt and jeans. She pulls you closer, rubbing a hand up and down your arm. “We’re nearly there, the nurses station is just over this way.”

“You have a whole nurses station here?” You question, deeply confused.

“It’s just a precaution, I’d much rather have it just in case as opposed to being caught unprepared. Plus, it’s much easier than driving all the way into town for a minor illness or injury.”

“Right…” You mumble. A thought comes to mind. “You are pretty secluded all the way out here, is that intentional?”

“Many people find it quite healing to be this far away from the rest of society, myself included.” You don’t have time to ponder the ramifications of that sentence because she stops suddenly at the door of a building.

“Here we are.” She pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the door, bringing you through and reaching to flip on a nearby light switch. What meets your eye is a room not unlike the school nurse’s office you frequented in your youth. You stand awkwardly in place as Lottie rummages around, gathering various medical supplies. “Sit.” She gestures to the bed. You hesitate briefly but a stern look from Lottie has you moving to do as she says. You wring your hands together nervously, always one to be uncomfortable in any medical situation, even one as unconventional as this. You think back to the weeks after your rescue. Each and every one of your surviving teammates had to stay in that hospital. You tense at the thought of it. She lays a gentle hand over yours. “It’s alright, I’m just going to clean your scrapes and bandage them up.”

“Right, sorry.” Your hands still and you fight the urge to fidget in another way to compensate. You settle on chewing at your bottom lip. Lottie is quick and precise as she takes some kind of antibacterial wipe and gently cleans your wounded skin. She rubs some antibiotic ointment over the worst of the scrapes and then carefully wraps some gauze around each wrist, securing them with a bit of medical tape.

“There, see? All better.”

“Thanks, Lottie.” She hums in acknowledgement and reaches a hand out. You take it instinctively, almost scoffing at your own compliance but following her regardless. The two of you walk in silence, both lost in thought. Eventually you come upon a seemingly random cabin, only distinguishable from the others by the number on the door. 296.

“I trust you’ll be alright until morning without further incident?” You nod sheepishly. “Good… sleep well, darling. If you need anything before then, my cabin is just over that way.” She gestured vaguely to your left but in the dark it’s hard to make out anything in the distance. “Number 320.” She brings a hand up to cup your cheek briefly before nodding once and turning to leave. You stand there on the porch, dumbfounded for a moment, before shaking your head and begrudgingly deciding to go in and at least try to get some rest.

As you enter the space you take notice of the fact that it looks overall much nicer than the one you initially woke up in. It’s fully furnished and decorated nicely. There seems to be a living area, a bedroom, a bathroom and a small kitchen as well. Maybe, you decide, living here for a bit won’t be too bad. You look in the closet, hoping for a change of clothes before you resign yourself to sleeping either in jeans or without pants. To your surprise it’s stocked. A monochrome wardrobe of purple. You shrug, thinking you’ll take what you can get and pick out something to sleep in. Once you’re changed you flop bonelessly into the bed, sighing deeply at the mess of a day you’ve had. Exhaustion hits you hard and you damn near immediately fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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The morning rays of sun peek through the curtains of your room, shining on your face. You wake slowly, not yet fully processing where exactly you are. Blinking blearily, you rub the sleep from your eyes. A groan escapes you as the events of last night fully register in your tired brain. You lay there for a moment, palm to forehead before giving yourself a mental pep talk. ‘It’s going to be fine. There’s nothing weird going on, just a friendly group of… purple people. Totally not a cult run by an ex.’

With a yawn you haul yourself out of bed, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead. You take off the bandages on your wrists and inspect the damage. The bruises look worse but the scrapes have scabbed over and you think you can leave them uncovered as they finish healing. You eventually decide to shower before facing whatever fresh hell Lottie has cooked up and search around for towels. You find them in a hall closet, more purple. You shrug, it’s definitely not the weirdest thing about this place. Taking one from the stack you make your way to the bathroom. You start the water and undress while waiting for it to heat up. Avoiding your reflection in the mirror, you step under the stream. You sigh, standing motionless under the falling water for a moment before mechanically going through your shower routine. Thankfully like the closet, the shower is stocked with anything one might need and you gladly use the products provided. Once finished, you turn off the water and step out, drying off with your towel. You grab another set of clothing from the closet and get dressed, only slightly perturbed at the fact that everything seems to be in your size. Once ready, you approach the door, taking one last deep breath before stepping outside.

Despite the urge to stay hidden away in your cabin, you want to walk around and get a feel for the general layout of the ‘intentional community’ Lottie has created here. As you walk, a few people pass you by, all dressed in purple and donning friendly smiles. It’s almost unsettling, how happy everyone seems.

“Y/n?” A voice behind you causes you to startle slightly. You turn and are met with the sight of a girl maybe a few years younger than you sporting a nervous looking smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you! My name is Lisa, Charlotte wanted me to find you and give you a tour.”

“Right… listen, I appreciate it but there’s really no need, I’m not planning on staying long.” Lisa frowns, fidgeting with her hands.

“She insisted.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes, deciding to put the poor girl out of her misery and agree to the damn tour. “Great! We’ll start with the common area…” Minutes pass as she leads you through the compound and despite feeling slightly bad about it, you tune out most of what Lisa is saying in favor of wondering what the hell you’re doing here and why you haven’t just left yet. Your thoughts are halted as you realize Lisa is looking at you expectantly, as if waiting for an answer to a question. You nod, hoping it was a yes or no. She sighs. “You haven’t been listening, have you?” Your initial instinct is to deny it but honestly you don’t have the energy for that today.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“It’s okay, it’s a big adjustment, I get that.”

“You do?” You ask, a bit shocked if you’re honest.

“Of course I do. Becoming almost completely cut off from the rest of the world like this isn’t easy. We try to ease people into things, make the transition as smooth as possible but in your case I’m sure it’s been a rough adjustment. For the first week or so you’ll have a chance to settle in and get used to how we operate here, you won’t have many mandatory groups until later on.”

“Pause…” You pinch the space between your brows. “Mandatory what?” You hope to god you didn’t hear what you think you did. She looks sheepish and you brace yourself for her answer.

“Right, I guess no one’s really filled you in yet.” She takes a breath, “Here at Camp Green Pine we focus on healing through community. That includes mandatory group therapy and recreation. You’ll be given a schedule at some point later today, I’m sure.”

You can’t help but feel a bit indignant. Not only have you been essentially kidnapped but now you’re also being forced to confront your problems in a group setting?? What kind of fuckass cult have you gotten yourself roped into? Lottie has a lot of explaining to do.

“Yeah… it’s definitely gonna be a no on the group therapy thing for me, I’ve been through enough counseling to last a lifetime.” Your mind involuntarily flashes back to the months after you were first rescued. How after the hospital, everyone’s parents made them go through therapy to process everything that had happened. The thing is, no one even really knew what it was you were all supposed to be processing. Sure, the trauma of the crash itself and the deaths that came with it but everything that followed? That was the real horror. The group made a pact of silence. No one was to share any details of what happened out there. You were all well aware of the agreed upon consequences that would befall whoever spoke up. Vague generalizations were fine, lies were encouraged. Anything to keep the truth a secret.

“Y/n?” Lisa’s hesitant voice snaps you back into the present.

“Right, I appreciate the tour but I think I’m good to explore the rest on my own.” You feel a bit bad brushing her off like this, especially when she makes a face not unlike a sad puppy but you stay firm in your decision.

“Oh, okay, um… I— I guess I’ll see you later? You missed breakfast but lunch will be in about half an hour in the dining hall.”

“Got it, good to know.” You make a note to avoid the dining hall at all costs in approximately thirty minutes and go on your way.

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As you explore, you take notice of the fact that surrounding area that seemed so vast and daunting in the dark is actually quite beautiful during the daytime. You wander around for a while, admiring the nature around you. Eventually you find a stream. Thinking it must connect to the lake you saw near the dining hall you decide to follow it back in the direction you came from as you’ve surely succeeded in skipping lunch with everyone by now. You head to the kitchens to grab some food and then sneak back to your cabin, keen on continuing to avoid the frankly creepy cult members Lottie has acquired.

Once back in your cabin you rummage around and find a pen and a notebook, thinking it might be a good idea to do some journaling. It’s something you picked up from Shauna in the wilderness and despite the two of you having some issues, you never quite shook the habit. Amidst the words you doodle mindlessly, adding in some sketches here and there. Time slips away and you don’t even notice until the sun begins to fade, darkening the room you’re in. Fatigue hits you like a truck and you can’t help but crawl into bed. You’re on the verge of sleep when you hear a timid knocking at the door to your cabin. You ignore it, hoping whoever it is will take the hint and fuck off but after a few seconds it becomes clear that that hope is futile when the knocking sounds again. You groan and pry yourself out of bed, shuffling tiredly towards the door. Opening it, you find Lisa. She sports a concerned frown as she takes in the sight of you.

“Hey, is everything okay? I noticed you weren’t at lunch… or dinner.” You sag a bit, your previous anger at her for keeping you from falling asleep fading.

“Yeah, I’m alright, I— I don’t know, I didn’t really feel like eating with everyone.” She furrows her brow.

“I know it can be intimidating but I promise everyone is super welcoming. It’s important to start building on your relationships here.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” An awkward pause follows, neither of you really sure what to say. You break the silence. “I appreciate you checking in but I’m doing fine.”

She unfortunately sees right through you. “It’s okay if you’re not, you know. Everyone here is a work in progress, we all have our days.” She laughs lightly. “I mean god, when I first got here? I was in a pretty rough spot and it showed. I was probably a total nightmare to deal with.”

“Why did you come? Did Lottie snatch you up too?”

She thinks for a second. “I had tried the traditional route of therapy and meds but… nothing had ever really made much of a difference.” She crosses her arms and takes a breathe. “To be honest I was running out of options. I heard of Camp Green Pine from people in town talking about Sunshine Honey and managed to track them down at the street market. We got to talking and… I don’t know, I guess something just resonated. I felt truly hopeful again for the first time in years and I joined not long after.”

You hesitate, “And you… like it here? You think it’s helping you?”

“You don’t have to sound so skeptical, Charlotte’s done a great job with this place. It’s really making a difference and helping people heal.”

“Somehow I doubt it’s that simple.”

She makes a face, as if trying to figure out how far to push you. “You and Charlotte… there seems to be a bit of history there.”

You huff, “That’s certainly one way of putting it.” A beat passes. “Is there a question?” You can’t help but be a bit defensive.

“Sorry.” She backs down, “I guess it’s not really my place.” You hum in acknowledgment. “Well, um… I guess I’ll let you get some rest. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

She frowns at your noncommittal response. “Goodnight, Y/n”

“Night.” You close the door and go back to bed, all but collapsing into it. Sleep comes quickly and you’re out like a light.

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You struggle to have a moment of peace, even in your sleep. Ever since the plane crash you’ve had recurring nightmares. In the wilderness you would wake up sobbing so often that the group eventually had you sleep alone in the attic to avoid waking everyone else. It was Lottie who eventually figured out how best to calm you down from that state. She would sleep next to you and take it upon herself to help soothe you whenever you had nightmares. Even once the cabin burned down, you and Lottie shared a hut, growing inseparable. After your rescue you were a mess. Lottie had been sent off to god knows where and you were left hopeless and alone. Things got so bad that your parents eventually sent you away to an institution where you spent years of your life in various therapies in the hopes to “cure” you. Over time you learned how to better compartmentalize and shove certain memories down in your mind where you could no longer reach them. The nightmares stopped with your trauma successfully locked away. It was better like this, your parents were happy and everyone assumed you were back to your normal self. You were fine. Until tonight that is.

Winter (1996)

You’re running. You have to get away because if you don’t they’ll catch you. You won’t survive, you’re way outnumbered. If you fight one of them, though— maybe there’s a chance. You heave for breath as you run, the gold around your neck feels suffocating and you fight the urge to rip it off. The wilderness chose you, but maybe… maybe you can make it reconsider. If it spared Nat’s life then who’s to say things can’t work out for you as well. You pause, hiding for a brief moment. It’s freezing outside and the wind bites at your exposed skin. You contemplate, your mind working faster than ever. Fighting won’t work, even if you manage to corner one of them alone then what? Kill them? You can’t, not directly at least. If brute force won’t work you’ll have to figure out a way to outsmart them, you weren’t a straight A student for nothing. A trap, you decide, that’s the only way you’ll make it out of this alive. The sounds of the pack grow closer, shouts morph into animalistic howls and you cover your mouth to keep from sobbing audibly.

A moment passes and you decide it’s now or never. You bolt from behind the tree and sprint as hard as your legs will allow. A solid force tackles you from the side. You look up and of course it’s Shauna. Fuck. Any of the others you could’ve potentially handled but Shauna? You’re fucked. She swings the knife towards your neck and you block it with your arm. It slices deep into your flesh and you cry out as blood gushes from the wound. Shauna takes advantage of your distraction by pinning you down and holding the knife to your neck. The look in her eyes is borderline feral and you’re sure that if you manage to make it out of this alive it will haunt you for the rest of your life.

“Shauna, please…” You whisper, desperate to get through to her without alerting the others.

“Shut up!”, She practically growls, pressing the knife further into you. The noises from the others surround the two of you, closing in. She repositions the knife in her hands, holding it above her head. The fact that you can no longer see even small hints of the girl you once knew is devastating. Except… there! A slight hesitation, for just a split second she falters. In that moment you manage to free one of your hands and swing at her as hard as you can. The hit lands square on her cheekbone and you twist, forcing her off of you while she’s distracted.

Present

You wake with a start, jolting up in bed. You pant heavily, realizing that you’re dripping with sweat. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest and you tremble violently. It takes several minutes to stave off the impending panic attack that typically hits you after a nightmare as vivid as this one. Almost subconsciously, you hold your arm close to your chest. The jagged scar running up it is a testament to your near miss with death that day. A quick check of the alarm clock on the nightstand confirms your suspicions. It’s nearly 5 in the morning and you won’t be getting any more sleep tonight.

As much as it pains you to do so, you can’t help but remember the events from your dream in excruciating detail. Despite your best efforts to keep things buried, every once in a while they resurface. Not completely of course, but just enough to leave you reeling each time. Journaling, you think, might help to lock things back up where they’re meant to be. To you it feels as if you’re extracting the memories straight from your mind and forcing them onto the paper where they can no longer torment you. You write until your hand cramps and the words blur on the page. Putting your pen and notebook to the side you flop back down in bed. The sun has only just begun to rise. You wonder if it might be best to go back to sleep now and skip what you can of the day. At least it would save you the effort of avoiding people. And hey, maybe if you keep this up you’ll never have to confront the fact that you’re essentially being held captive at a wilderness retreat run by Lottie Matthews of all people.

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The next few days pass with little incident. You follow the same routine of minimal participation and if possible all out avoidance. To your honest and absolute shock, there’s been no word from Lottie since your first night at the compound. You’re… not really sure what to do with that. Lisa is still making an effort to include you which while nice of her is making things more complicated. What you really want is to disappear… just for a little while. But if that were really true, you suppose you would’ve left day one instead of sticking around. You see, the real truth is that you’re lost. You’ve been lost for years, maybe even since the wilderness. So instead of running for the hills like usual, you stay and observe.

Of course that doesn’t keep you from getting fed up every once in a while. For instance, the group session you’re in today. You decided to show up to avoid suspicion but it’s of a lecture than anything and you find it to be extremely irritating. A pale, middle aged man drones on and on about how he believes there are no truly bad experiences in life. How everything we go through as humans shapes us into who we are, therefore making pain necessary. While you agree to some extent you can’t help but scoff loudly, rolling your eyes and shaking your head, storming off into the woods. What you don’t notice is Lottie watching from the corner of the room with a frown on her face. Unbeknownst to you, she follows.

You make your way to a recently discovered spot in the woods. It’s a bit of a ways away and secluded, with a nice big rock to sit on and watch the stream go by. You pace, feeling anxious and restless while trying to keep creeping thoughts of the wilderness at bay. It’s become harder lately to ignore them. You don’t even notice the fact that you’re chewing on your bottom lip until you taste the familiar tang of blood in your mouth. You hear the snap of a twig behind you and turn sharply, startled. Lottie stands there, looking uncharacteristically timid.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, unintentionally accusatory.

She hums, “I could ask you the same question seeing as you’re supposed to be in the midst of one of our riveting wellness groups right now.”

“Riveting is certainly one way of putting it.” You grumble.

She chuckles lightly, moving closer and for a moment you’re struck by how little has changed when it comes to your attraction to her. You can’t help but feel entranced by her, just like you always were. If she catches you staring, she’s kind enough not to mention it, instead switching the subject. “How are you finding it here, Y/n, be honest.”

“It’s… fine. Different.” You keep your answer intentionally short. She sees right through it.

“After all of these years you’d think you would’ve gotten a bit better at lying, my darling.” You shuffle uncomfortably at being called out. Before you can come up with a retort she speaks again, catching you off guard. “I’m sorry.” The apology confuses you.

“For what?” You cross your arms, trying to keep your defenses up.

“I had assumed, given our history, it would be easier for you to settle in than the others. I’m sorry I misjudged.” Lottie reaches both hands out and strokes up and down your arms

“I’m not sure I understand…”

“You’re clearly struggling, my love. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“But…” You try to interject but she cuts you off.

“I have my ways of keeping tabs on people here, especially when they’re old friends of mine.”

“Friends.” You scoff, “Is that what we are?”

Lottie hums, smiling. “No… I suppose not.” She tilts her head and her hands go still, resting on your shoulders. “In fact, I’d say you and I are much more than friends, wouldn’t you?” You can’t help the heat that rises to your face at her words. You look down, avoiding her eyes, but she lifts a hand to your chin and tilts your head back up to meet her gaze. Her thumb strokes your cheek and you sigh. She takes a breath before speaking again. “Aren’t you tired of running, Y/n?” You can’t help but close your eyes, your face crumpling slightly. You take a shaky breath before speaking.

“I…” Your voice cracks. “What other choice do I have?” Once you start, the rest spills out. All of your doubts, your worries, everything you’ve been holding in. “If I stop, it’ll get me, I know it will and I can’t— I can’t let it… I’ll be consumed in one way or another and a part of me thinks it was always going to happen. I drew the queen that day. It was supposed to be me who died.” A tear falls from your eyes and Lottie wipes it away with her thumb. “Lottie, I don’t think I was meant to survive that.”

She hushes you gently. “How could you say such a thing? It was the wilderness that spared you, saved you. It saved all of us who survived.”

“Did it?” You interject. “Because it didn’t feel that way.” You prepare yourself to confess something you’ve never told anyone. “I set a trap, Lot. I outsmarted Gen and she died in my place. I killed her. The Wilderness didn’t spare me, I killed someone to save myself.” The words feel sour on your tongue but the relief of finally telling someone is immense.

She smiles tearfully. “You think I didn’t know that? I knew you would find a way to stay alive that day, I willed it to be so. And besides, it wouldn’t let you die, it liked you too much. You were one of the few people who knew how to listen but the others were suspicious. They thought I was favoring you, protecting you from the draw in some way. The wilderness did what needed to be done to cement your place at my side while preventing a rebellion. You were never in any real danger.”

“Well I sure as shit thought I was!” You yell, exasperated. “What about Shauna?? Did the wilderness plan on her taking a knife to my fucking neck? She was going to kill me, Lottie!”

“But she didn’t. Have you never wondered why?”

“Of course I’ve wondered. But what good does that do me? Shauna having one single moment of hesitation could mean absolutely nothing.”

“Or… it could mean everything. It could mean the wilderness gave you a chance to escape. To live.” She seems so resolute in her belief that it makes you doubt your version of events.

“So if it doesn’t want me dead, then what? Another draw? Another sacrifice? You know as well as I do it won’t stop there. In fact it sounds to me like the only way it’ll ever be satisfied is if all of us die. Almost like we were never meant to make it out in the first place.”

“What are you saying?”

You sigh deeply, losing steam. “I don’t know.” You pull back, moving just enough to be out of her reach. “I can’t hear it anymore, Lottie. I know it’s there— I feel it. But I can’t listen the way I did before.”

She furrows her brow before seemingly coming to a decision. “Close your eyes.”

“What? No, I…”

“Close them.” You hesitate for a moment. Realistically you could walk away, go back to your cabin or leave altogether. Return to your semi normal life. No wilderness, no weird purple cult… no Lottie. You close your eyes. “Good. Now, tell me…. what do you hear?”

You take some deep breaths, centering yourself. “I hear the water from the stream, I hear the wind rustling through the trees, I hear my voice.”

“What do you feel?”

“I feel the ground beneath my feet, I feel the sun warming my skin.” She steps closer to you.

“Keep your eyes closed… what do you see?”

“I see… the team playing soccer. I see Jackie scoring the winning goal. I see myself packing for nationals.” Your voice grows shaky and hesitant.

“Keep going, you’re doing a good job.”

“I see the plane, we’re flying… no. We’re falling.” You continue, picking up speed, not even fully aware of the words leaving your mouth. “It’s crashing, down down down, into the trees. I see fire, the lake, the cabin. It’s there, it’s with us.” You’re frantic, now. “More fire, it doesn’t want us to leave. And then, and then the cold. But the wilderness provides a feast. It’s still hungry, it wants more, it wants— blood. A hunt.” You open your eyes, shaking violently. “It wants a hunt.” Tears run down your face and Lottie pulls you into a hug.

“It’s okay, you’re alright.”

You shake your head in disagreement. “None of this is alright. I— Lottie I’m scared.”

“I’ll keep you safe, love, you don’t have to worry.”

You pull back, looking her in the eyes. “It’s not me I’m scared for.” You say softly, your face scrunched up.

She tilts her head. “What do you mean?”

You try to brush it off and hope she lets it go. “I just have a bad feeling, that’s all.”

“Maybe that’s all it is; a feeling.” She attempts to reassure you.

“Yeah, maybe.” You feel completely wrung out, having forgotten how much energy it takes to tap into the wilderness like that. Lottie can clearly sense that there’s something else weighing on you but seeing how exhausted you look, she decides to leave it be for now.

“Come, it’s nearly time for dinner and I know you haven’t been eating as much as you should be.” Damn her. She turns, holding out a hand for you to take. The two of you walk hand-in-hand back to the main area of the compound but when you move towards the dining hall she gently tugs you past it to her own cabin.

When you step inside her cabin you’re taken aback at how every inch of it is so very Lottie. From the tapestries on the walls to the beaded curtains separating rooms it all has a unique touch to it, like every corner was filled with intention and care. Parts of it remind you of her childhood bedroom and it makes you want to cry a little bit, the fact that so little has changed. You stand frozen near the entrance as she rummages around in the kitchen, gathering ingredients. Lottie seemingly knows her way around a kitchen which is only a slight bit surprising to you. Cooking almost seemed beneath Lottie and you honestly would’ve assumed that she had someone to do things like that for her. But here she was, whipping up a meal from scratch, partly due to the fact that you haven’t eaten yet. She must catch sight of you still standing motionless out of the corner of her eye because she pauses to guide you to a seat before resuming meal preparations. You watch on in awe as she seemingly effortlessly whips up a full meal for the two of you. She hums the occasional mindless tune while cooking and you can’t help but fall a little bit further for her. It’s hard to know where you stand with Lottie but you can only hope that things work out— for both of you.

As she adds the final touches to the meal you admire how peaceful she looks. Confident, too. Completely in her element in ways you never would’ve expected. Evidently you become lost in thought because when you blink back to reality, Lottie is looking at you with an exasperated fondness.

You clear your throat. “Sorry?”

“I said I hope you like pasta, I’m a little low on groceries at the moment and the next shipment won’t be until tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes. Pasta. Love it.” You stammer awkwardly before gathering your thoughts. “Honestly, it smells amazing Lottie.” She absolutely beams at the compliment and you damn near swoon. She brings over two plates and sits next to you.

You both eat in comfortable silence, basking in each other’s presence. As much as you would absolutely deny it if asked you’ve always found comfort in Lottie, even before everything happened. You remember the first time you saw her. You had moved to Wiskayok midway through your sophomore year of high school, making it a rather difficult adjustment. You had been there a week and still hadn’t really connected with anyone or formed any new friendships due to your shy nature. You were at your locker one day while she was walking down the hall with Taissa, coaching her through asking out a crush— some redhead. It was as if subconsciously you could feel her approaching because just as she passed by, you turned and accidentally made eye contact. She was the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen and you knew right away that would mean trouble. It was honestly pure coincidence that you tried out for the same sport. You’d played a lot of soccer all throughout your childhood and hoped for that same sense of community and teamwork. You and Lottie both made the varsity team and the rest was history. Junior year you had several classes together and decided to become study buddies to help each other pass the harder courses. Growing closer over the years did absolutely nothing to curb your crush but you hid it to the best of your ability.

And then the crash.

It felt like everything— your whole life, collapsed in on itself. There was so much emotion the first few days that you barely spoke a word to anyone. It wasn’t until that day at the lake that you managed to talk a bit with Lottie about everything that was going on. She was your rock out there. So when she started having visions you were the first to take her word for it. You would follow her anywhere and do anything for her, she just had to say the word. And then, be it psychosis or spiritual awakening, you heard it too. You became Lottie’s right hand in the wilderness, worshipping those hungry spirits. You never faltered, never had even a single moment of doubt in your faith.

With rescue came devastation and in turn left you a broken shell of your former self. You spent years trying to convince yourself it was all in your head, that you were desperate for some form of hope to cling onto so you created a religion of false gods that demanded you do terrible things to survive. It only worked to a certain extent but it was enough to convince your family you were back to your normal (if not heavily traumatized) self.

Lottie clears her throat and you realize you’ve been staring into space instead of eating. “You alright, Y/n?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You sigh, picking up your fork and finally tasting the food she made. You bite back a moan as the flavors melt on your tongue. She looks pleased at your reaction for a moment before her face clouds over with an expression of worry.

“When’s the last time you had a proper meal?” Her question catches you by surprise and you struggle to come up with a believable lie to soothe her concern. “If you have to think about it, it’s been too long.” She says sternly. Unable to think of a decent response you shrug, curling in on yourself a bit and tucking back into your meal. “You need to take better care of yourself… I worry about you.”

“I’m sorry.” You sag, feeling like you’ve disappointed her in some way. “It’s just— I don’t know, it’s hard sometimes.”

“To eat?”

“To do anything. I just feel so… heavy sometimes. Like the weight of everything—everything we went through, everything we did, is just… holding me down.”

“Sweetheart… come here.” She pulls you towards her, guiding you to lean your head on her shoulder. She strokes your hair, speaking softly. “I can help you, you know. If you let me in, I can help you.”

You nod, giving in. “Okay.” You finish the rest of the meal with Lottie’s arm around you. It all feels rather domestic and you can’t help but wish for more nights like this with her. When you’re both done eating you make a move to clear the dishes and wash everything in the sink but Lottie stops you.

“You don’t have to do that, let me.” She chides gently.

“I want to.” You reassure. “And besides, it’s only fair after you cooked such an amazing meal.” She smiles, her face flushing slightly. It’s reminiscent of your youth and your chest aches fiercely with affection for her. The truth of the matter is that all of the things you felt for Lottie back then still exist within you. You don’t think you could get rid of them if you tried. So instead, you decide to embrace them. “Here, we can do them together. I’ll wash, you dry.” She acquiesces with a nod and you find a rhythm washing the dishes together.

You finish up, drying your hands on a towel and leaning against the counter as Lottie puts the last of dishes away. “I’ve missed you, you know that?” The words slip out before you can stop them. She looks at you thoughtfully.

“I’ve missed you too, love.”

“So uh, what next? What does this mean for us?”

“I’ve never been one to feel the need for labels, I find them constricting.” Your mix of confusion and slight disappointment must show on your face because she elaborates. “Call it what you want, girlfriends, partners, lovers, as long as you know that you’re mine… just as much as I am yours in return.”

“Really? You mean that?”

“Of course I do.” She assures. You pull her into a hug, clutching onto her tightly. She holds you, swaying gently while you cling to her. It’s comfortable, familiar. You really had missed her. She was always so caring towards you, in ways you had never experienced before Lottie. “It’s late, darling…” You pull away, suddenly feeling like you’ve overstayed your welcome.

“Of course, sorry, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Don’t do that, don’t pull away again, I wasn’t finished.” She brings you in close again, her hands on your waist. “I was going to suggest you borrow something to sleep in and stay here for the night.”

“Oh…” Your face heats up in embarrassment, you have a habit of jumping to conclusions.

“Would that be alright with you, love?”

The look she gives you has any excuse you could’ve come up with dying on your tongue. You nod, letting her lead the way to her bedroom. She opens her closet and you balk, the amount of silk dresses and flowing kaftans is absolutely absurd. She slides them to the side searches for something you can borrow. She eventually settles on a matching satin set of pants and a tank top and hands them to you, her eyes searching for your approval.

“These are perfect, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. There’s a bathroom through there if you would like to change privately. There should also be a spare toothbrush under the sink and you’re more than welcome to use any of the skincare products.”

You go to the bathroom, changing your clothes first. The pants are a bit long but comfortable enough that you don’t care. You find the spare toothbrush and brush your teeth, washing your face with one of Lottie’s fancy cleansers afterwards. You moisturize and decide that’s good enough, at least for tonight. Leaving the bathroom, you go back to the bedroom. You freeze when you see her. She’s now wearing a satin nightgown that falls to around her mid thigh. You drink in the sight of her, feeling rather like a blushing teen. She must sense your presence because she turns, smiling at the sight of you in her clothes. She always was a bit possessive.

“Did you find everything okay?”

“I did, yeah. Thanks.” She pulls back the covers and crawls into the bed. You shuffle, only just now realizing she intends for you to share.

“Come, it’s late and I know you’re more tired than you’re letting on.”

And who are you to argue? You walk around to the other side and follow suit, making yourself comfortable. Lottie turns off the bedside lamp, casting the room into darkness. Slight hints of moonlight peak through the curtains, illuminating her face just enough for you to make out her expressions. She looks unsettled, maybe a bit restless. You move a bit closer to her and reach out, taking one of her hands in yours.

“Goodnight, Lottie.”

“Goodnight.”

You fall asleep, still clutching her hand.

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Lottie looks at you, admiring how peaceful you seem. She thinks over what you said. A hunt. Well that’s not an option— not again… not when she isn’t sure the two of you would be protected in the same ways you were before. She wasn’t lying when she said she didn’t favor you or protect you from the draw, both you and Lottie were the only ones that could hear the wilderness back then and as such had its favor. But circumstances had changed. You’d both left it, abandoned it and she was worried it might come back to bite you. She knows what she must do.

Slipping out of the bed, she gently removes her hand from yours and smiles gently as you curl up, hugging a pillow. She finds a pair of shoes and a knife, leaving the cabin and walking the familiar path to an old tree stump in the woods. There are several old candles in a circle around it and next to it is a pack of matches. She carefully strikes a match and lights each candle one by one. She takes a deep breath, centering herself. Approaching the makeshift alter, Lottie takes a knife to her non-dominant hand. “Please let this be enough.” She begs, slicing into her palm. Barely noticing the sting, she squeezes her hand, letting the blood drip onto the tree stump below.

When you wake up, you’re not immediately sure why. As you gain a sense of your surroundings you realize you’re alone. You reach towards where Lottie was when you fell asleep, feeling the cold sheets. She must’ve left not long after you fell asleep, you frown. Something is wrong, you’re sure of it.

You throw on a jacket and some shoes, preparing yourself to find her. Eventually, while searching the nearby area of forest you see a thinner path that looks less frequented. You follow it, letting your intuition lead you. It’s there that you find Lottie, knelt on the ground as the last hours of darkness bleed into morning. Her cheeks are stained with dried tear tracks and her hand sports a deep cut straight across the center of her palm. The blood crusted around the wound hints at how long she’s been there and you approach her quietly, careful not to startle her. You crouch down beside her and lay a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Lottie…” The concern bleeds into your tone and when she looks up you can’t help but sigh softly at how lost she seems.

“This has to be enough— blood, it wanted blood, that’s what you said. I gave it what it wants.” It sounds like she’s trying to convince herself. You and her both know it doesn’t work like that but you hope, just this once, it can be satisfied with a bit of spilled blood rather than a full on draw.

You help her up, supporting some of her weight as you bring her to the nurse’s station. You’re both silent as you walk. She seems shaken and you can’t really blame her. You feel absolutely awful that you had a hand in making her spiral like this. The things you said yesterday after what you saw? They were clearly bound to affect her in some way and the fact that you were too blinded by your own feelings to notice makes you feel slightly sick to your stomach. You wish she would’ve opened up to you instead of putting up a front and helping you to her own detriment. The two of you used to be so in tune but now? It’s evident that the years of separation have done damage to your ability to communicate with each other.

You open the door to the nurses station and shuffle Lottie inside, sitting her down and grabbing supplies. The thought that it was not long ago that she was doing this for you strikes you. It feels like so much has changed since that first night at the compound. You gather similar supplies, gauze, tape, antiseptic, and antibiotic ointment. She hisses at the sting of the antiseptic and you breathe a sigh of relief as she seems to have regained awareness.

“I’m sorry, it’s almost done.” You slather on some of the antibiotic ointment and tape a bit of gauze to her palm, securing it with a small roll of cloth wrapped around her hand. “There, all better…” You hold her bandaged hand between two of yours, wishing you could do more to help her.

“Thank you, Y/n.” She says solemnly. You hum in acknowledgment, bringing her hand up to press a kiss against it. You’ll be okay, you think. Both of you… eventually.

You hope.

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Author’s note:

so uhh that’s it! please let me know if you like it, i have plans for a second part that i’ll continue to work on :)

[zeezelweazel]

something about lottie getting mean towards reader bc reader is giving her the silent treatment after a big fight, and lottie feels like being mean is the only way to get her attention. and they end up having angsty sex ? 🤭🤭🤭

Lottie Matthews| Fool me once, fool me twice|

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MEAN LOTTIE OMG

I love reading angsty sex but I've never written it before so I hope it's good. Also sorry this took quite some time

I kinda don't like how this turned out

TW: mild degradation, mentions of cheating, fingering (both receiving), afab female reader

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The girls knew that having so many couples within the friend group ment that when a fight between them inevitably happens chaos endures. It happens with Shauna and Jackie all the time. Tai and Van too, sometimes. But it was never you and Lottie. You were the sweet couple known for communication and being honest and open with eachother.

But not this time. She was hiding something from you. It was obvious, with the way she seemed to be so set on stopping you from opening the second drawer on her bedside table. You weren't snooping around, obviously not. She told you to find her old necklace and in her words ' it's somewhere in my bedside table '.

She appeared out of thin air when you went to open the second drawer and immediately closed it shut. She looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite place.

"You can't open that drawer."

You were confused. Lottie never got defensive or possessive over anything. Plus you two don't have any secrets... Right?

"Why?"

The conversation escalated into a fight as both of you started yelling. The fight ended with you leaving Lottie's house and slamming the door.

The next few days were more than awkward. You were set on ignoring Lottie even if Van told you time and time again that it was probably nothing. What if she was hiding some other girl's fucking underwear in there?

Lottie decided to give you some space. But after a week you were still avoiding her, not even sparing her a glance much less speak to her.

She was getting frustrated. It was unfair how you expected her to let you in in every aspect of her life. She was acting like a child she knew that much, but she couldn't just sit by and watch you slowly detach yourself from her.

It was probably not the best way to get your attention but it was the only way Lottie could think of. So she started being mean to you. Saying out of pocket things when you were doing absolutely nothing. She had something bitchy to say every time you saw her.

It was getting on your nerves.

The glass spilled during a scrimmage. You hadn't played so well on your last game so you wanted to train as hard as you could. If only Lottie would just shut up. She has a comment for every little mistake that you made. After you missed an easy pass and she straight up laughed at you, you just stormed off the pitch practically running to the locker room.

"Lottie what the fuck?! I don't care if you two broke up or whatever but we're a team. Go and make this right. You won't cone back on this pitch unless Y/N is with you."

Jackie has had enough of your shit. Someone has to get you two to short it out. Lottie grumbled and started jogging towards the locker room.

You had tears of anger in your eyes as you threw your stuff in your bag. You are so done with Lottie fucking Matthews. Next time you see ger in front of you, you swear you'll slap her.

"Hey."

You sharply turned around to meet her eyes. Lottie was awkwardly staring at you, like a child who was forced to apologize by their mom. You scoffed and continued packing your things.

"Oh so now you stop ignoring me."

Lottie was thinking of what to say until she noticed you walking towards the door. She quickly stepped in front of you, her much taller frame completely blocking the door. You look up at her hoping that your glare would be enough to discourage her and make her step away from the exit. Of course Lottie being the stubborn bitch that she is, she didn't budge an inch.

You push her against the wall, your hands tightly fisting the collar of her shirt. Your bodies are pressed together and you swear you can feel her heart beating wildly against your breasts.

You haven't touched her in weeks. Spoken to her in weeks. And yet here you are. Faces only inches away, hands itching to touch and grope, eyes locked together intensely.

It happens faster than a lighting bolt hitting the earth but the scorching heat it leaves behind is all the same. Your lips are crashing together, hot and wet and angry and your hands are returning to familiar territory, on the sides of her neck and her biceps and then they slip under her shirt.

Neither of you pull back, the stupidity of the situation clear to the both of you, instead your panting breaths mix together and fog your brains even more. The hazy atmosphere turns toxic when Lottie takes the liberty of pushing her hands under your bra to find pebbled nipples.

You hiss and gasp under her hands. She still makes you shiver with every touch. You almost melt into her arms but then you remember. How she was being a bitch to you for no reason, how she got under your skin on purpose.

You don't waste any time. Your hand shoves it's way down her shorts and find her wet and desperate. She throws her head back and you almost wince when it loudly bangs against the door.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N."

You missed her. You missed her whines and her breathless pleas and how she clenches around your finger every time you stroke her clit. You missed how she strokes your breast while her hand caresses your inner thigh. How she enters with two fingers because she already knows how wet you are.

Your hands are hurried and your breaths are mingled with eachother. You're both still half dressed and you look at Lottie and you know she's close and you are too. You reach your peak together and your thigs are shaking and Lottie's legs give out and suddenly you're both panting on the floor.

After the lust frenzy dies out you realise that you've just had sex with your girlfriend who's been relentlessly mean to you for the past few days. You glare at her and she awkwardly stares at the ground.

"You have a ton shit to explain Matthews. But first I need a very long apology."

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[sevsbunny]

PSPSPSPS!!!

any yellowjackets fans here??? /srs /pos

[errriiie]

Pre-Crash!Lottie Matthews NSFW Alphabet

cause being so majestic and sexy at the same time it's a crime. minors DNI !!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Charlotte is a gentle and thrifty person by nature, even if she has lived her entire life through the prism of her father's wealth and luxury. When you are both finished, she feels obliged to caress you. Massage your shoulders and back, stroke your head and brush your hair, kiss your face? She's happy to lift your spirits and please you with tenderness. She enjoys cooing after the connection you have shared, and she feels inspired and energized. B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners) Lottie likes your chest - not in a sexual way, really, although during sex she can't stop watching your boobs bounce with your intense movements. She likes your chest as something to lean against when she's catching her breath, and to hear your heartbeat pounding fast. It grounds her. After years of being coldly treated by her parents, she needs to feel like there's someone alive, someone warm, and that someone loves her. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically) Lottie likes to cum in your mouth. She likes to hold your head close to her, but not to squeeze your hair. She gets wild satisfaction when your mouth is so close to hers during climax, and you are able to take every drop of her juices inside you. Even better if you swallow it. She can do it back, although she doesn't like it as much. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Lottie likes body hair, especially your private parts. She doesn't quite want to admit it to you (there's still a stigma attached to not shaving in the 90s), but she does like to nuzzle your hairy pussy and find it extremely soft and pleasant, just like stroking your legs and kissing your happy trail. Her family has always pressured her to maintain a certain appearance, to look neat and proper, and perhaps wanting to see it natural is one form of rebellion against her parents' rules. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Lottie was nervous at the very beginning. She was a virgin before you, and was in no hurry to open up to anyone about anything, including sex, even if she knew about masturbation and often did it to herself. With your support, she quickly cleaned up and happily remembers what you like more or less. She is always surprised when she finds something new and especially pleasant for herself. F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying) Sorry, but she's a sucker for licking (lol). She loves to get on the bed and have you between her legs, or vice versa, get between yours and start working her tongue magic on you. Praise included. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.) I think Lottie is quite serious. She is quite sensitive not only to sex but also to your intimacy - this is how she shows that it is important to her. She does not want to ruin your moment with jokes or inappropriate humor, and she prefers kisses and languid glances to ringing laughter, although she is ready to exchange smiles. H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Lottie has to shave her legs, arms and armpits - she doesn't like it, but it is required of her. She also, strangely for her, keeps her pubic area in relative order - she doesn't shave, but she trims the hair to a short length. She really doesn't want you to shave. Returning to her dirty secret, it excites her, and every time you shave you can see her sad doe eyes and this disappointment.

"I thought we agreed that you don't shave anymore!" Lottie snorts, looking away with her brown doelike eyes so as not to look at your naked body. You look puzzled, and a slight feeling of guilt overwhelms you. "Lottie, I just felt uncomfortable. Everything was prickly and crawling through my panties… You shave yourself, by the way." You try to protect your honor. She looks at you seriously, like that part of her has been wanting you to guess the secret she can't admit for a long time. "Next time I'll cut your hair myself, okay? In your girlfriend's name, I… I forbid you to shave from this day forward." She says awkwardly and awkwardly, and you can't help but smile. She's definitely hiding something from you, and you're determined to figure out how it relates to your pubic area.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.) Lottie is quite romantic. She is a supporter of more gentle and slow sex, where you can both enjoy each other, dissolving in the moment, but sometimes she has a desire to dominate you and be more strict. Usually this happens after she is upset with you in some way or after a quarrel where you have already made up, but the sediment still remains. In this way, she basically punishes you. Not that you would mind! J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon) Lottie masturbated quite often before you started having sex. Her parents were always away working on their business, and there was often nothing to do in the huge mansion, and then she began to explore her body. She learned long ago to masturbate the way she liked, and she loves this activity, although with the appearance of you in her life she began to need direct sex more than jerking off. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Sorry, Mommy? Praise. Praise is Lottie's biggest kink. She enjoys praising you and receiving praise equally. She wants to show you how much she appreciates you, and at the same time, she wants to prove that you think she's a good and worthy girlfriend for you, even with all her problems. Your praise immediately makes her panties get wet and her body seems to reorganize, making her cum faster. L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) I think Lottie is usually pretty traditional about where to have sex with you - a bed or a couch is fine with her. Sometimes she catches herself thinking that sex in the woods would be nice. She doesn't understand where she gets such desires from and tries not to ask herself questions. M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Your offer to have sex and playful hands in the most sensitive places may be enough, but she really likes it when you prepare for sex. She likes buying you expensive lingerie and knowing that you specially put it on under your clothes to please her. She loves lace and the thought that you prepared for her is the best motivation in itself. N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Physical pain. She doesn't like the idea of ​​hitting you or choking you, and is skeptical and wary of it. She may spank you if you're being naughty, but even that will be fake. She's much more into worshiping your body. She also doesn't usually comment on you in a negative or degrading way, although she might if it comes to frustrated sex. This usually doesn't happen, but maybe you'd like to see it more often. O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) I am of the firm opinion that Lottie prefers to give cunnilingus a little more than any other practitioner. I don't know why, but I believe in her oral fixation, so rest assured that she is ready to give you her mouth any time you want it, but Lottie is also ready and enjoys asking you to do the same. As mentioned earlier, being a quick learner is one of Charlotte's best skills, and she is very experienced with you indeed. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Lottie really does like to take things slow. She's not the most patient person outside the bedroom - but with you she likes to stretch things out. She's used to being able to get whatever she wants with a snap of her fingers, and she likes to push her boundaries with long foreplay, even if she really wants to get down to business.

Sometimes, though, she'll have a bad day or a bad thought, and if you're having sex, she really can take things a little less gently and a little more roughly, focusing more on her own pleasure.

"That's it, baby? Do you like the way I fuck you?" her fingers were deep inside you, while Lottie was rubbing her pussy against your bent knee. You couldn't utter a word - Lottie always caught you off guard with her bad mood. "Y-yes, please, Lots, more…" you whisper absentmindedly, taking Lottie inside you. Lottie smirks before deliberately pulling her fingers out of you to your utterly disappointed sigh and shoving them into your mouth. "Do you deserve it?" she asks with narrowed eyes. "Be a good girl for me and then maybe I'll help you cum."

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Given her behavior towards you, Lottie rarely agrees to quick sex, and it is difficult for her to do so. She would rather endure and then spend quality time together than do everything quickly, but as she likes to say, "heartlessly." R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) Lottie is not shy about being critical. She is willing to consider any suggestions you make, but if she thinks they just don't sound right, she is unlikely to agree. You have often complained about this, but if Lottie doesn't want to, she won't do it.

However, if you suggest something really small and do it during the process, rather than beforehand, she may be more willing to agree, seeing something in practice.

"See, Lottie? It's easy and simple, it doesn't hurt me at all." You whisper to your lover, while she carefully watches you drip wax from the special massage candles you begged her to buy you a while ago onto your hand. "And… Do you like it?" she asks uncertainly, looking confused. Lottie can't quite figure out what she thinks about what's going on yet, but the thought of dripping warm wax on you like you're something holy and precious twists her lower stomach into knots.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) Because Lottie is so thrifty with you, she can really last a long time, saving her energy every time. She has a long endurance and above average sensitivity, so she really gets a lot of pleasure from spending more than an hour in bed. T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Lottie doesn't own any toys herself - the fear that her parents will somehow find out about them is too strong - but she's always wanted to try something new and she secretly (or not so secretly) wants to try a vibrator on you. U = Unfair (How much they like to tease) Depends on her mood. She can tease for a really long time if she's feeling playful - though she'll usually cut you some slack and get down to business. She just likes to watch you squirm and beg her to move on from foreplay to something more interesting. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) I am of the opinion that Lottie is very reserved in her sounds, wherever she is. Even at the peak of pleasure, she will only moan softly through her own palm. You might think that Lottie is simply shy, but she is actually just not noisy. W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character) It was one of your first times together, and things were already going much better than they had been at first. You were getting to know each other's bodies and actually enjoying each other physically.

Lottie pushed you onto the bed, acting a little unusual. It wasn't gentle, but rather bold and arousing. You looked at her with wide eyes, full of surprise, until she whispered in your ear.

"What's with that look? Mommy's just in a good mood." She said, and then froze. You couldn't help but laugh, both embarrassed that Lottie had suddenly decided to call herself "Mommy." "I…I didn't…I didn't mean it like that, I was just thinking about it, but I didn't…"

You couldn't help but laugh, and Lottie frowned, looking frustrated and angry. She grabbed her clothes and sat on the edge of the bed like a startled fawn. You quickly sit down with Lottie, intending to reassure her.

"Lottie, it's… it's okay, really. It's okay if you've been thinking about it. Thoughts sometimes spill out into speech." You try to sound casual and reassuring, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I haven't felt any worse about you. We can try this if…"

Lottie looks at you with a piercing gaze before becoming embarrassed. "No! You don't have to do this for me. I need to… think. It really was an accident." She justifies herself quietly. The two of you sit together for about ten more minutes before Lottie tries to let go, trust you, and continue.

This is how Charlotte learned she had a mommy kink. X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) What kind of body do you expect to see in a top-notch soccer player? Tall, toned, everything you find beautiful and hot. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Average, if you can call it that. Once or twice a week is enough for her, although sometimes she might get a surge of feelings for you and want to do it again. Or twice. We can't blame a girl for how much she loves you and wants to be around you. Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward) Lottie is the type who feels uplifted and in a better mood after sex. Sharing intimate contact together makes her feel loved, wanted, and fulfilled, which is very important to her. She needs at least a couple of hours of wakefulness before she can sleep, so the two of you shouldn't have sex at night.

[zqmbiescorpse]

CLEANING YOUR BLOODY WOUNDS

lottie matthews x female reader

a/n: episode seven absolutely destroyed me, i'm pretty sure i spent half of it crying. i cannot handle having to wait a week to see if lottie's alright, i am stressinnnngggg. anyways, here's me pretending that she is! (i'm extremely delusional.)

summary: established relationship, lottie gets the shit beaten out of her, fluffy ig, its kinda short

warnings: mentions of violence, a lot of injury, lottie is totally okay with the fact that she was almost beaten to the death

word count: 1.3k

(masterlist)

She hadn't woken up yet. 

Your knees grew sore, the flesh pressing into the hard wooden floor beneath you, but no matter the severity of the ache, you were not leaving her side. That was a fact. You didn't care about the pain jolting your joints or about chores that needed for filling or whether you would be eating tonight, the only significance to your life, at that moment, was Lottie.

The concept of time was a genuine mystery that you didn't bother to solve, it could've been minutes or hours since you last saw Shauna, the girl had fled the cabin after pummeling Lottie's face into a grotesque mush. You would remain in the exact position, knelt at the bed, all night if needed - without even snatching a wink of sleep for yourself if that's what it came down to.

At least she wasn't dead. Though her soft, usually pale skin dotted with rosey pink specs had been corrupted by a brutal crimson swelling in vicious lumps, there was still a rise and a fall present in her chest. Each unconscious twitch and shake your girlfriend expressed signalled that she was alive, regardless, the distressed movements caused the pit in your stomach to expand, and you wondered if the battered brunette was reliving the agony of the incident in her dreams. 

The urge to reach out and caress her bruised body was a strong however stupid one, instead, you opted to run the freezing, soggy rag over her cheeks once more to help the swollen areas recover. Whilst you freshened her up, you whispered positive reassurances, telling her that she was going to be okay, somewhat simultaneously relaxing yourself, reducing your own stress levels as a bonus.

It was impossible to fathom how you'd managed to do absolutely nothing to stop the savagery. Stood there, watching horrified and devastated to see Lottie offer herself up like that, happily receiving a beating for the sake of Shauna's emotions. The lack of noise during it intensely disturbed you, even with all the continuous punches and kicks, you didn't recall a single scream. In fact, no one said anything. 

You understood that not everyone appreciated her odd chants and offerings, hell, you didn't even understand it properly either. To be brought so close to death because of that was obviously undeserved. Something could've been done to have prevented things from getting wildly out of control. The blame you kept shovelling onto yourself was suffocating, burying you. What sort of girlfriend simply observes as her lover gets knocked to the floor and attacked barbarically by a crazy girl bearing an overwhelming amount of anger? You felt bad for Shauna, but you couldn't excuse this. 

"You're thinking so… loud," the injured girl stuttered and coughed between the broken words, a slight delight in her voice. 

Lottie stirred, her eyes slowly opening - adjusting to the swells preventing them from working how they usually would. She had been laid on her side, toward you, thus you didn't neglect a single thing, panic immediately kicking now that she was awake. 

"No no, don't try to move or get up, or anything," You commanded, shakily. 

Underneath the wounds, Lottie's features were calm and gentle, a small smile grew on her lips despite the pain such a minor action caused. 

"Is Shauna, is she, okay?" Lottie mumbled earnestly, never losing the melancholy grin. 

You stared at her in utter shock; bewildered that Shauna was who she was most concerned about. 

"Lottie, do you not remember what she did to you?" You whispered, loudly, mimicking a frustrated shout without actually raising your voice. 

"She needed… it, we both know… that." 

"But you nearly died! I don't care what she needs, we all need some kind of release." You spat, maybe too selfishly, "You didn't even fight back."

"Trust me… everything's okay, I'm happy about what Shauna did, please don't worry," She soothed, her calm tone juxtaposing your desperate one perfectly. "My wounds will heal and I have you, by my side, taking care of me, and that's a wonderful thing."

Lottie raised a trembling hand, ignoring your wide-eyed pleas to stay still and comfortable, cupping your face tenderly. Consequently, you broke out in a flush and tears began to prick, threatening to spill, something that you couldn't permit. 

"I'm so sorry, Lottie." You sniffled, heartbroken at the affection you were receiving from someone who needed it more than you, "You shouldn't be putting any sort of strain on yourself in a critical condition."

A simple laughter blessed your ears, though confusing, it was the first time in months you'd heard such authentic cheeriness. You felt it was inappropriate considering the dreadful scenario, yet, your endearing girlfriend's content joy was contagious - your own wobbling lips contorted upwards, smiling through the tears. 

"Although I am in a lot of pain…it's only temporary, who knows what could've happened… if Shauna's intense feelings were left to manifest any longer," Lottie explained, stroking away any wet drops that spilled over the edge of your eyes. It was a miracle that she could even spot them. 

"I get why - you did it but, my god Lottie I hate seeing you hurt, can we just agree that it will never happen again, please." 

The brunette sensed a newfound comprehension present in you, alongside a more relaxed approach to the conversation, which she appreciated. She didn't want you upset, it was the last thing she wanted, however, she had needed you to see where she was coming from. 

"I love you a lot," You sighed, running your hands through her tangled hair, then leaning over to kiss her atop her head. 

"I can't… promise anything but I assure you that I will be more careful in the future," She admitted wholeheartedly, her honesty charmed you, hence why you placed another gentle kiss, this time, on her aforementioned palm that was cupping your skin; apparently it was stuck to you since Lottie hadn't moved it once. 

"I love you too," she added cheesily, the muscles in her mouth pushing the limit now as she beamed brightly. 

There was a lot of relief radiating off of you, the tremor in your hardworking hands settled, a detail that your girlfriend noticed, prompting her to squirm into a new position on one of the few man-made beds that the old cabin possessed. Her back carefully pressed into the feather mattress and the nested blankets surrounding her. 

You assumed that Lottie was ready to drift back to sleep, believing that this was your cue to leave, you prepared yourself to face the rest of the girls lingering around the cabin. Due to the sheer amount of time you'd spent absent from the group tending to Lottie, you hadn't experienced any confrontation from Shauna after what she did, sparking anxiety. You'd have to see her eventually. 

"Don't," Lottie spoke up, "You need to rest just as much as I do."

The compassion compelled you to obey her recommendation. She was right, you were exhausted. 

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not getting in there with you either. You need the space," You compromised, regarding the bed's limited width, you weren't about to force her out of it for your own sake. 

"You're always welcome," Lottie chuckled, her eyes shutting, "Lay your head on my chest if that's what you'd like."

Actually, you were quite fond of the idea, your arms were set on the edge of the mattress and your head snuggled into her chest, not with too much force as you'd rather she wasn't hurt extra. Although your knees never got a break from digging into the rough floor, you were satisfied enough to let the desire for slumber overcome you - entwined with Lottie, your body heats mixed together to create a warm, loving haze that clouded around just the two of you, a suitable protection guiding you both into a deep, safe sleep.

[mvlders222]

𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝

pairing ; lottie matthews x fem!reader

wordcount ; 2.3k

summary ; you've always found yourself butting head with lottie. you both can't seem to find out why. what happens when she takes it just a little too far? (enemies to lovers)

warnings ; injury, cursing, shouting match, use of y/n (let me know if i missed anything!)

The feeling of the cold, crisp air rushing past your skin was evident as you ran across the field. The ball between your cleats was wet with the morning dew as it glided along the freshly cut grass. The morning was foggy, the sun hidden behind soft clouds.

Your concentration was interrupted by a presence on your close right. Lottie was catching up to you, and fast. You tried to outrun her, desperately, but you struggled to keep the ball intact.

Her body crashed into your side, making you trip over your own feet and collide with the ground. You had the wind knocked out of your lungs and your head was beating with your heart, sounding through your ears. You winced, feeling the adrenaline run dry and your back start to ache. You realize you’ve lost.

It’s just a scrimmage, you have to remind yourself. Before anyone could score, however, the sound of a whistle being blown cut the game short. That didn’t cover the sound of Lottie’s groans. “Are you serious?”

You sat up from the ground to face her, gently to not hurt yourself further. “What the fuck, Lottie?” The scowl on your face matched hers.

“Hey, come on!” Coach Ben hollered at the both of you, heads turning to where he stood at the edge of the field. “Just help her up, yeah?”

You both turned back toward each other. Lottie looked down at you with an irked expression, as if you had done something wrong. She held her hand out to you begrudgingly, hoping that you wouldn’t accept it.

You looked up at her through your lashes, squinting ever so slightly. The sight of her above you made you feel small. You slapped your hand into hers and pulled yourself up. You still face her, not breaking eye contact.

Lottie doesn’t let go right away. Instead, she tugs you closer and tilts her head to your ear. “You need to keep up,” she whispered. She wasn’t going to let this go. “I’d hate to see you on the bench.” You could hear the self-satisfied grin in her voice.

“I’d just hate to see you in general.” You taunted her back. You pull your hand from her grasp and give her one last scowl before walking back to your side of the field.

Lottie’s smile falters for a second before she scowls and rolls her eyes. The whistle blows one last time, signaling the end of practice. All the girls ran back to the locker room, some stopping you to make sure you were okay.

You sat alone on the bench, it still hurt to move. You were the last one in there, along with Shauna. She shut her locker, and the sound of that and her sneakers along the tile floor cut the silence. She turned toward you, a sympathetic look on her face. “Do you need a ride?”

You shook your head and sighed. “I think I just need some time, yeah?” Which was true. You hated struggling in front of your peers, you didn’t want your friends to worry about you. In your mind, being seen as vulnerable was a sign of weakness. That was something you couldn’t see yourself coming back from.

She nodded and walked toward the exit, looking back once more. “Call me if you need anything, okay?” You gave her a reassuring smile and watched her back as she left.

Now, all alone, you sighed to yourself before getting up and shedding your uniform. You put your hair up as you walked into the showers. You turned the nozzle, cold water came spitting out sporadically and you tried to shield yourself. You held your hand out, trying to sense the warmth.

As the steam rose in the air, you relaxed into the water, feeling your muscles unwind. Closing your eyes, you let the bar of soap glide across your body.

“You’re still here?” You whipped your head toward the source of the voice and saw Lottie, standing just outside of the showers. She looked you up and down with a stupid smile on her face.

“Jesus Christ, Lottie!” you shouted at her and tried to cover yourself. “Go away!”

“Sorry! I can’t help it,” she laughed at your state, turning away and walking further into the locker room. “Let me get you a towel, at least.”

“You shut off the shower water and walked to the edge between the showers and the locker room floor. She walked back, towel in hand. You held out your arms, peeking out from behind the wall between you two.

“Hold on now.” She looked at your outstretched arm before looking down at the towel again. “What am I doing?”

“Come on, Lottie.” you pleaded, although she had been talking to herself now. “I’d be an idiot to give you this.”

“You’re an idiot anyway.” You were starting to get pissed at her. How could she be so laid back right now? “Give me the towel, Lottie.”

“That’s not very nice, angel,” she teased and brought the towel to her chest, further from your reach. you tried calming down, sighing before looking at her with a tight expression. “Please, Lottie? I need it.”

“Only ‘cause you said please.” She brought the towel to your hand and you snatched it from her grasp. You wrapped it around yourself and walked back to your locker where a clean pair of clothes sat.

Lottie followed behind you, her gaze on your back. She suddenly remembered what happened during practice. “Hey, I’m sorry… about earlier.” She sounded sincere, but you couldn’t believe it.

“You don’t have to apologize, Lottie.” You shook your head, exhausted from her antics and the whole day in general. You stood in front of your open locker with a pair of clean clothes. “Um, turn around, please?” You couldn’t face her, too embarrassed in your current state.

She understood immediately and did so. You unwrapped the towel from your frame and let it drop to the floor. Grabbing a clean pair of underwear, you bent down to slip them over your legs. This cycle continued until you got to your sports bra, bringing your arms over your head to put it on. A sharp pain cut through your movements, causing you to let out a resounding groan in response.

Lottie heard this and became concerned. “Do you need help?” She turned her head to the side as she tried to make her voice clearer, despite it being the only noise in the room. You sighed and gave in. “Yeah…”

Without hesitating, Lottie turned back around and walked to your side, her gaze softening at the sight of you. You looked dejected, and she understood that. She grabbed the cloth from your hands and stood behind you.

“Arms out,” she commanded. Although it wasn’t the most comfortable position for you, it was better than the cohesive movements of dressing yourself. You let her arms caress yours, the heat contrasting against the cold atmosphere. She brought the article of clothing up your arms and shoulders. You ducked your head and she stretched the material over your neck.

She leaned over your shoulder to grab the shirt from your locker, her body pressed into your back, causing you to shudder. She backed away slightly. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

She pulled the shirt out and inspected the image printed on the front. “Bangles? Really?” She smiled at the worn-in design, the breath from her laugh hitting your neck. You flush, embarrassed by the old rag in her hands.

“The Bangles are good.” You tried to defend yourself. It was hard when her tall frame was surrounding yours. She turned her head toward yours and smirked. “The Go-Gos are better.”

“We really can’t agree on anything, can we?” she asked, her gaze catching yours, making you feel weak in the knees. She looked back at the t-shirt and her brows furrowed. “This one might be a little difficult…” She continued to look at the shirt, trying to think of a solution to cause the least pain.

Lottie shoved the shirt back into the locker in front of you. You turned to her out of confusion about her actions, only to see her unzipping her jacket and taking it off. She held it out to you. “Take it.”

You looked down at her jacket and shook your head. “No, Lottie, I can’t…”

She cut you off. “Please, Y/n?” She wasn’t going to let you be so stubborn. “Take this as my apology… I feel bad.” She had mumbled the last part, but it still came through. You looked back down at the jacket in her hands. It was a maroon color, and it also looked warm. What reason did you have to not take her offer?

“Fine.” You took her jacket, unfolded it, and slipped it over your shoulders. You zipped it closed and looked down at yourself. It hugged your frame perfectly, almost like it was made for you. “Thanks, Lottie.”

“It’s no problem.” You two stood in front of each other for a minute more, every so often making eye contact and looking away once caught. She cleared her throat to disrupt the silence. “Do you, uh, need a ride?”

“Yeah.” You nodded and looked back up at her and offered her a soft smile. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

Lottie smiled back at you, happy to help you out. She shut your locker for you and grabbed your bag off the bench. You just stood there in disbelief and watched her begin to walk out. Not hearing your footsteps behind her, she looks back at you with a blank expression. “You comin’?”

“Yeah, sorry.” You snap out of your position and begin to walk after her. You trailed her out of the locker rooms. “I can carry my stuff, y’know.”

“Not with a bum shoulder. Plus, I did that to you. The least I can do is help you out.” You both walked across the field and onto the hot asphalt of the parking lot. You nodded along with her words, not that she could see it.

Lottie’s car was one of the only ones left in the lot, and it was nice. She walked around to the passenger side, standing next to you. She grasped the handle to the door and opened it, holding it for you. You looked up at her a mumbled a ‘thank you.’ You slipped inside, hitting the warm leather of the seat.

She shut the door and you watched out the windshield as she walked around to the driver’s seat. She opened the door and got in, tossing your bag in the back seat. You faced forward, avoiding any eye contact with her.

Lottie didn’t start the car just yet. She fastened her seatbelt and looked at your expression, which to her was unreadable. “What’s wrong?”

You finally turn your head to look at her, biting your lip as you contemplate whether you should tell her or not. “Are you just gonna go back to hating me after this?”

She flinched at your words, seemingly taken aback. She shook her head in confusion. “Where did this come from?”

“Come on, it’s not exactly a secret.” You rolled your eyes, starting to get worked up. You turned in your seat to face her fully now. “You’re just doing all of this to make yourself feel better.”

“That couldn’t be further from the truth.” She was starting to raise her voice in defense of your yelling. She felt offended by your accusations. “I can’t do something nice for a friend?”

“Oh, please, we’re hardly friends–”

She grabbed your face and pulled you in. In her mind, the only way of shutting you up was physically. And in the process, indirectly admitting her feelings in the process. Her lips were pressed against yours leaving no room for air.

She pulled away from you hastily, an unnerving feeling starting to set in. You both stared at each other with wide eyes, breathing rapidly. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t stop thinking about her carelessness. If you hadn’t hated her before, you probably did now.

You leaned over to her in the driver’s seat, pushing her thoughts aside by moving your lips against hers once again. You were now sitting up on your knees, desperately reaching to taste every flavor she had to offer. You brought your hands up to hold her face as you kissed her.

She brought her hand up behind your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. You moaned into the kiss, pulling away for some air. Lottie had not, however, she continued to trail her open-mouth kisses toward your jawline.

“Lottie,” you breathed out, trying to get her attention. She moved her kisses from your jaw and down to your neck, seemingly tuning out your words. “Lottie!” You pushed her head away from your neck and looked at her. Her eyes were half-lidded and she had a dazed look on her face.

She looked up at you and pouted. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it was perfect.” You moved your hand up to her hair, scratching her scalp. She moaned in response to the feeling. “You’re perfect.” You smiled and pulled away completely, sitting back down in your seat.

“You want me to take you home now? After all that?” She wasn’t upset, actually she was quite the opposite. But she was also confused by your actions.

“No, I’m waiting for you to start the car and take me out.” You were now finding it difficult to hide your smile, butterflies going crazy throughout your stomach.

Lottie was now the one who couldn’t contain herself. “That’s my girl.” She let out a small smile before leaning toward you again, pressing another kiss to your cheek. She turned forward and turned the keys to start the engine.

[gtgbabie0]

⋆⁺ ✮⋆⁺ Wilderness!Lottie Matthews x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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