#lottie mattehws x you

[lotsalottle]

No Return |chapter 1|

Paring- Lottie Matthews x reader

Word count-2k

notes- very excited to post this since i've been in a yellowjackets brainrot for two weeks

summary- You never make it to nationals.

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Who the hell drinks Miller light? 

You gagged at the taste. Not your beer of choice, obviously. You walk away from the keg and take in your surroundings. A bunch of horny and drunk assholes all trying to outdo one another. A couple of people eye you, wanting to snatch you away from the crowd. You don't care to. None of them are her. 

None of them compared to Lottie Matthews. 

Lottie. The girl who you have secretly been seeing for 2 months. The rich girl of Wiskayok. The two of you immediately clicked when you first joined the Yellowjackets as a halfback. Both of you playfully flirted and toed the line of friendship for months until Lottie got jealous when a baseball boy asked you out. 

She pampers you, buying you lunch, paying to get your nails done, or even just little dates that she plans. She begs you to spend the night at her house every day, wanting to take full advantage of her parents' absence. She tried to pick you up for school, but you convinced her to let you do that. It gave you a reason to flaunt your dingy Mustang.  

Like all teams, you are closer with some girls and not as close with others. You enjoy spending time with them all though, especially Shauna and Natalie. You loved every single one of your teammates, even Misty. Sure, you all have bumps in the road, like earlier tonight when everyone started fighting with each other until Jackie stepped in and forced everyone to talk it out. Taissa didn’t mean to cripple Allie. Accidents happen. Nationals is what matters. 

“Hey pretty girl. Ready to head out?” 

You smile at the sweet voice, turning to see Lottie beaming at you. Brown hair still perfectly styled, even after getting in between a group of fighting girls, “The other girls already left?” 

She nodded, grabbing you by the hand, which to outsiders, seems like a normal platonic gesture between two teenagers. You let Lottie drag you to your car, which was tucked away in a secluded part of the area. You always tried to park away from everyone else whenever you heard your ex was going to be at the same event as you, he always tried to fuck with your car, as if he wasn't the one who cheated.  

As soon as you tried opening the driver's side door, Lottie stopped you, blushing as she moved the passenger seat up, revealing the backrow of your Mustang. She silently slipped in the car, outstretching her hand to you.  

“Are you sure? My Mustang isn’t exactly the most comfortable car to have a make out sesh in.” You said, giggling. Nevertheless, you took her hand, settling next to the taller girl. “Yeah, but it’s romantic.” She whined. 

“Anything with you is romantic.” 

You felt your heart quicken. Ah, Lottie. The sweet talker. The cramped space had the two of you squished together. The tinted windows ensured that no one would see inside the car. Lottie smiles slyly, eyes staring at your lips. The scent of her expensive perfume and cigarettes filled the air. Nothing can ever measure up to Lottie Matthews, she is perfect.  

Lottie moves, her lips on yours. Her hand encasing your face. Both of you move in synch, mouths opening for one another, hot breaths fog the window as you push Lottie against the door. She grabs you by your shirt, desperately trying to bring you closer to her. Your mind is racing, you can’t get enough of her. She moves towards your neck, slightly biting. Wanting to claim you as hers. Her hands gripping every inch of your body. You gasp as slim fingers inch your shirt up, slowly creeping up towards your chest.  

Lottie Lottie Lottie. 

“I want more, (y/n).” 

You pause, eyes opening to see Lottie bright red, heavily breathing. Her usual pristine hair messily framed her face.  

Your chest tightened, knowing that you didn’t want your first time with Lottie to be in the backseat of your shitbox of a car, “Lotts...maybe..not here.” Her face falls, the usual smile replaced by quivering lips, her brown eyes avoid you. 

“What did I do?” Her voice breaks your heart, she sounds so small.  

“No! No, it’s not you, baby. I just don’t want us to-” 

“Can we go?” 

Before you could answer, she climbs to the front seat, smoothing out her skirt. You climb to the driver's side, starting the ignition. You glance at her, noticing her mascara smudge on her pink sweater. “Lottie, I didn’t mean to stop like that.” 

She doesn’t respond, instead, she stares out the window, her body angled away from you. 

Sighing, you shift the gear and take off, opting not to turn on the radio in case Lottie wants to speak to you. 10 minutes into driving you notice little sniffles coming from your girlfriend, “Lottie, seriously. Please talk to me,” No luck. “I’m sorry.” 

You pull up to the driveway of her house, her parents aren’t home. Again. “Do you want me to stay with you?” She shakes her head, turning towards you, “I need to be alone.” 

Ouch. 

“Okay.” You say, ignoring the way your eyes burn with embarrassment for ruining the moment.  

Lottie hesitantly kisses your cheek, “I’m not mad, you didn’t want to. It’s me, I'm being stupid. I didn’t mean to act like that, I’m sorry.” She grabs your hand, voice small, yet still soothing. “I know what you mean, though. We shouldn’t have sex in your car.” 

You giggle, “Poor car can only handle so much. Go inside, Lottie. We still have to wake up early for the plane ride.”  

She smiles, tears still flowing, she quickly kisses you, “Goodnight, (y/n).” 

You wait for her to get inside before you drive off, you speed home, double checking your luggage for the trip. You start doing your bed routine, shower, skin, vitamins. You slip in bed, drifting to sleep. 

——-

Late. Of course. You are late. 

Your mom drove you to the airport, weaving in and out of traffic, dropping you off at the private part of the airport. She gave you a kiss goodbye before you ran into the terminal where the rest of your teammates laughed as you entered. 

“Way to be on time, (Y/n)” Taissa joked, “What? Lottie didn’t feel like giving you a ride?” 

“Your mom.” 

“That doesn’t even make sense.” 

Lottie slipped next to you, rolling her eyes, “I offered.” She nudged you slightly, “Want to sit with me?” 

“Sure-” 

“Hey Lottie, sorry to wisk (Y/n) away. She was supposed to help me with my Anthropology homework,” Natalie said as she punched your arm, “Don’t worry, I can only stand her for so long. You can have her on the ride back.” 

You and Nat laughed, pushing one another. Failing to realize the way Lottie glared at the two of you. “That’s fine.” 

You grabbed Lottie by the shoulders, maneuvering her towards the plane's entrance. Obviously, you can’t kiss her. No, you can’t tell her how beautiful she looks in her jacket right now, but you can touch, playfully. No one would look twice at you two.  

Everyone enters the plane, thanking Lottie’s family for providing the private plane, she shrugs at that. Bitterly saying that this is the closest thing they’ll do for parenting. You squeeze her shoulder, loading up your bags in the overhead bin. “I’ll sit in the row next to you so we can still be close.” 

She smiles, “I love that.” 

You let Nat take the window seat, you sit next to her, fighting for the shared arm rest.  

“Girls.” 

“Sorry coach.” Natalie Snickers. 

You shoot a small smile at Lottie, who looks around to make sure no one is watching as she blows a kiss towards you. 

“Dude. Why is Anthropology a thing? It’s dumb.” Nat says. The plane has only been in the air for an hour. Laughing echos around the cabin, you can hear Van throwing paper balls at Mari. Misty sits by herself. Shauna and Jackie are already asleep. The other girls on the plane chat with one another, excitedly talking about Nationals. 

You roll your eyes at the shorter girl, “It’s easy, idiot.” 

“No, it’s-” 

A sudden jolt shuts the two of you up. At first you think it’s turbulence. You lean over Natalie, lifting the shade of the window up. Your breath hitches, fear engulfs you. The wing of the plane is on fire.  

The wing of the fucking plane is on fire. 

The plane jolts again, this time, the lights go out, oxygen masks drop from overhead, screams fill the cabin. You fearfully look at Nat, she stares back at you, eyes filled with terror. You help her put on her oxygen mask, neglecting your own. You quickly unfasten your seatbelt, thrashing as you stand up against the shaking of the plane. You grab onto the seat in front of you, slowly moving towards the row in front of you. 

“(Y/n), what are you doing? Sit the fuck down!” Natalie yells, trying to grab you, “Fuck, Stop!” 

You avoid her hand, leaning behind Lottie’s seat, forcing the oxygen mask on her. 

“(Y/n)! Oh my god. What the hell? Sit down, please!” Lottie tries to pull you in the row, her grip tight as she uses all her strength to hold you upright against the violent tremble. You try to hold yourself up, hopelessly letting go of Lottie’s hand, falling to the floor of the plane. 

“(Y/n)!” 

Screams are becoming louder; you can see Lottie fighting with her seatbelt, never taking her eyes off you. Coach Martinez forces her to sit down, she fights him, pointing at you. He darts towards you, picking you up by your arm and tossing you in a seat, forcing the oxygen mask on you. He makes rounds again, checking on his sons. 

You panic, looking at the scared faces of your friends as you feel the plane descending wildly into a wooded area. You make desperate eye contact with Misty before a piece of metal slams into your head.  

Darkness engulfs you. 

———

“Wake up!” 

Everything hurts.  

“Please, wake up (Y/n)!” 

You feel hands gripping you, throwing you around. The pain coming from your head is unbearable. The smell of smoke fills the air, you force your eyes open, staring straight at a panicked, but uninjured Lottie. 

“Oh my god, oh my god. Babe, we got to go, now!” She uses her height to lift you up, she's saying words that you can’t make out. Blood gushes from your head, obscuring your vision. She lets you go for a moment, helping the other girls get the door of the plane open, fire is spreading all around you. You can hear Shauna and Natalie shout as the door opens, all the girls tumbling out of it. Lottie pulls you with her, until you hear Van screaming for help.  

You and Shauna both look back. Shauna rushes towards Van, Jackie begging her to stop. You look at Lottie, quickly pushing her out the door.  

You shut the door on Lottie, tuning out her screams for you. 

You sprint towards Van, ignoring the pain that flares up every time you move. Shauna fights with Vans seatbelt, you join her, tugging on it with all the strength you have. The fire is moving closer to all of you. Vans cries intensify, panicking at the thought of dying. You barely notice Jackie pulling Shauna away, she tries to pull you away too, begging you to come. You can’t, no, you won’t leave Van to die. You brush off her hand, Shauna screams fade as Jackie drags her out the plane. 

“Please, help!” 

You grip her seatbelt tighter, forcefully ripping it from the connection. You grab Van, feeling fire already engulfing the sleeve of your blouse. The Both of you tumble out of the plane, barely avoiding getting blown up in the process. Your back meets the ground with a hard thud.

You gasp, eyes adjusting to the sunlight. You lay in the dirt, the screaming is around you again. You can’t see the scene, only the blue sky. You want to sleep. You’re tired. 

Your hearing is muffled, but you can make out her voice anywhere. She’s looking for you. 

Lottie, I'm okay.  

“(Y/n), where are you!?” 

You want to respond, but you can’t. 

The world goes dark again. 

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