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sapphossparenoterbook · 2 months ago

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LottieNat headcannons that no one asked for :)

⭒ Lottie used to get bullied in middle school by girls that were always jealous of her, but one day Natalie (the short, grunge girl everyone seemed to avoid) shouted at them, and they never bothered Lottie again

⭒ but, Lottie just started following her around like a lost puppy after that

⭒ Natalie pretends not to enjoy Lottie’s company, and once Lottie gets her own friends they start only hanging out behind closed doors. Mainly because it’s 1996, and they’re worried about how the team would react

“Awwww, you got a haircut? You look SO CUTE—“ Lottie says in the locker room when Natalie walks in later than everyone else. “Lottieee… shut up…”

⭒ Before they were dating, Lottie would secretly pay for Natalie’s hair dye. Nat wouldn’t even ask her too, she’d just open her locker one day to find a box of dye, and a little note in Lottie’s pretty handwriting saying “you don’t owe me, I didn’t buy it ;)”

⭒ Nat discovering Tai and Van kissing under the bleachers while she’s waiting for Lottie to hurry up and get there so they can do the exact same thing. Double dates from then on…

⭒ Lottie using her crush on Nat to excuse her own kleptomania, telling herself she didn’t mean to steal it, she’s just trying to impress Nat with presents!!

⭒ Nat and Lottie know about each others bad home lives because Lottie started running away to Nat’s trailer whenever her Dad would shout at her about her schizophrenia. The first time, Lottie showed up unannounced and Nat was mad at her for an argument they had during scrimmage a few hours before. She lost her glare as soon as she saw the tears in Lottie’s eyes.

⭒ Nat being the only one to know about Lottie’s schizophrenia in the whole school. Helping Lottie hide it from everyone when she needs to skip school for appointments and stuff.

“Where the fuck is Lottie?! Regionals are next week!” Jackie says in the locker room, a grumpy pout on her face as she looks down at the stupid pink and green watch on her wrist that is just ‘sooooo her and shaunaaa’. “Not everything is about regionals, Jackie. Her Dad dragged her out to New York early. You know she doesn’t like talking about it, God…” That quickly shuts Jax up, and Natalie makes sure to text Lottie about her little white lie.

⭒ Lottie getting jealous when Kevyn Tan hangs out with Nat…

⭒In return, Nat getting jealous when Lottie hangs out with some of the jocks on the football team

⭒ Lottie likes to go to Nat’s trailer after a therapy session or doctors appointment, and just sit in the girls bed smelling the shampoo in her hair

⭒ Sometimes, she breaks the comfortable silence to ramble about running away to college and taking Nat with her. Using her Dad’s money for their own apartment and living together while Lottie studies

⭒ Nat moving in for two weeks at a time, only coming back to her trailer when Lottie’s at her Dad’s in NYC.

#lottie matthews #lottie yj #natalie scatorccio #nat yj #lottienat #lottie x natalie #headcanon #lottie yellowjackets #natalie yellowjackets #lesbian #wlw post #yellowjackets #yj

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sapphossparenoterbook · 2 months ago

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more lottienat! i wanted to add more details to the car but i got bored

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sapphossparenoterbook · 3 months ago

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Do you really want to be my secretary? Pt 2

Secretary (2002) AU

MrGrey!Lottie Matthews x Lee Holloway!Reader

Reader is recently qualified and looking for a job! She finds one in the form of a secretary at Ms Charlotte Matthews’ law office. Things escalate from there… (follows the plot of Secretary AU, except I’ve removed Lee’s history of SH for what I feel are obvious reasons.)

TW: Spanking, Sub Dom relationships, power imbalance, dubcon? (slightly), jealousy!

A/N: Shauna comes in in this episode, I promise she won’t stay and fuck things up for long! In the movie, the main character has a boyfriend and it drives a major plot point quite a bit so as much as I was annoyed by him in the movie I had to worm someone in here.

P.S: I’ve once again changed some of what happens! Won’t say, it only really matters if you’ve watched the movie before anyway

Your new found confidence has found you a partner of sorts. She’s a girl from high school that was always just as weird as you, but she’s recently had a bit of a glow up and… she’s not Lottie, but you can’t think about your boss like that anyway. Right…? Despite the strange BDSM-y relationship budding between you two? That’s silly. It’s not like anything actually romantic happens between you and your boss. Sometimes you’d like it to be, sometimes you think that there are going to be… but it never seems to end up how you want it to. Isn’t that the point? This whole thing is on her terms, after all… Anyway. Her name is Shauna, her hair is the same colour as Lottie’s however it has a different texture. She seems to be very dead set on marriage. Particularly on marrying soon. You’re mainly just going on these dates with her because it makes your mother happy, according to Shauna, it makes her own mother very happy too. You’re not sure how you feel about that one, but it’s mainly negative.

Of course, the spanking hasn’t stopped, but you don’t want it to stop. Other things have started too. On days where you and Ms Matthews are the only people in the office, she makes you crawl on your hands and knees from your desk in the waiting room through to her office with her files and letters in your mouth like a dog carrying a bone.

“Awww, is that for me?”

Sometimes, you have to sit on your knees behind her desk as she proofreads them, with her hand in your hair petting you, mocking you for the slight dampness on some of the paper or any lipstick smudges. It was hot, you enjoyed it, probably more than you should let on. But for a split second when she looks at you, kneeling next to her behind her desk, there’s a ghost of a smile on her lips and the slight hint of something more than just desire in her gaze.

If this keeps up, you’re gonna have to tell Shauna to back off.

Or, the times when you sit next to her while you jot down notes on what she needs you to do that day, down to every specific detail. all while feeding you a mint or a vitamin gummy (or anything, actually, as long as she’s the one feeding you, you’ll eat it) out of her palm.

“I want you to replace the lightbulb in the hallway to my office. 120 watts.”

You’re on a date with Shauna again. Well, if it counts as a date? You weren’t too sure, really. She works at a laundromat temporarily while applying for jobs at more of a ‘graduate-from-Brown’ level, and she often asks you to show up while she’s working overtime to hang out with her. For some strange reason, this very specific laundromat actually also serves food. So you often end up eating there with her and breaking your promises to Lottie to eat what she asks of you. You often regret it, laundromat food isn’t common and definitely isn’t good for you, if the puke in your toilet has anything to say about!

Despite that, it’s all just fun and games, with Shauna sometimes asking what your views on marriage are and you very adamantly telling her that you couldn’t care less if gay marriage was legalised, you simply don’t want to.

The whole idea of it seems… boring, and normal. And that’s not what you are. That’s not what you hope Shauna is, either, but her recurring mention of marriage is admittedly beginning to worry you.

In the midst of a laugh, you turn your head towards the pick-up desk, and for a split second you swear you can see black hair and an olive complexion ducking away out of sight. You know what? Let’s not think about that too much, this laundromat is weird enough already…

It’s been weeks. What the fuck?! She won’t even look at you unless it’s perfectly professional. She hasn’t touched you, or even yelled at you, for weeks. You keep walking home the way she always told you, you keep eating the food she told you to eat—the stuff you liked, anyway— but no amount of typos or gross coffees will get her to look at you the same way. Doesn’t she know that you need her?!

“Can you look over the files on Mr Garvey’s case, and bring them to me when you’re done?” You hear from the hall behind you. Her tone is sweet, her voice light. None of the harsh or mocking phonology that she knows turns you on.

“Of course, Ms Matthews…” you say back, stopping yourself from using the nickname she used to insist upon. You watch as the lips that you long for dip into a frown before forcing themselves into a neutral position and then she hurries back to her office with an awkward pause and a clench of her hands. Admittedly, you unabashedly watch as she goes, at her but also at her hands. The hands that opened your eyes to what you really need in people, to what you need in lovers and what you don’t get in Shauna. Of course, you’ve searched for worthy alternatives. The brush in your bathroom doesn’t work, it’s cold and doesn’t feel like a hand. Even if it did work for you, you aren’t comfortable relaxing in to it at home with your mother around. For obvious reasons.

The second alternative you tried was at Shauna’s house. You were making out—badly, she’s a terrible kisser— and every time you’d place her hands on your ass she’d always drag them up to your waist. At one point, you even stuck your ass up in the air for her, skirt still on and she just assumed you wanted sex. No, that doesn’t work one bit. But if Lottie keeps ignoring you like this, and you don’t find anyone else willing to do it… well, you might just go a bit insane.

So you think up a plan.

A letter. Clearly from you, considering the handwriting on the envelope. Addressed to one ‘Charlotte Matthews’, sat in the centre of the aforementioned woman’s desk. Lottie stared down at it, hands twitching and mind racing as she wondered what it contained.

A slew of insults, calling her a freak of nature? A HR complaint, claiming she never enjoyed any second of it, so that she can go on to tell her new… girlfriend (Lottie attempts to ignore the funny taste in her mouth at thinking about that) that it was ‘never like that!’? Or maybe… and Lottie doesn’t allow herself to entertain the thought for long… maybe it’s a letter confessing her love and affection, despite being just a secretary? But, no, she’s not just a secretary, and she knows that. Would the girl even know that Lottie had seen her at the laundromat with that other woman? Had she seen her, dipping under the pick up desk and hoping she hadn’t been seen?

She wasn’t stalking or anything, coincidentally it’s the only laundromat along her drive home from the office, so she used to go there atleast twice a week to get her suits cleaned. Not anymore though, not since she saw that ditsy brunette girl holding her hand as she ate some disgusting looking spaghetti.

She opens the letter, and she unfolds the piece of paper inside the envelope with bated breath, fretting over the contents. Just for a worm, dead and pale from either pallor mortis or simply just rot from the inside out to drop onto her freshly cleaned suit trousers (from a different laundromat, thank you very much!). At first, her mind floods with rage, and then… arousal. She’s really that desperate after only a few weeks that she’s going to brat out this much? Can’t she just get her stupid little laundromat girlfriend to do it? But then, a flood of arousal inevitably sets in. So her cute little secretary wants to be a needy brat? For a punishment of all things? Well, that can definitely be arranged.

She grabs the worm with shaking hands and places it back on the table, and then she reaches into her drawer and grabs a red pen that she frequently uses to highlight the typos in the letters you write—she has many, and while she hasn’t given you any reactions, she still highlights your work as it’s a habit she can’t seem to shake—then, she calls for you through the intercom.

“Miss L/N?” She speaks into the intercom, her voice and tone no longer sweet, back to that authoritative bitterness that makes you shiver in your chair.

“Ms Matthews…?” You reply, purposefully trying to sound innocent in this just to aggravate her further.

“Come into my office. Immediately.”

“But ma’am… there’s a client waiting here.” You reply, trying to just be annoyingly bratty now. She deserves this. She’s the one who left you alone for weeks.

“I said come into my office.”

As you walk in, you immediately walk to her desk and bend over like you had thousands of times before. Your heart was pounding like those first few times, but out of excitement and familiarity rather than that innocent sense of naivety that chased you around whenever you went into Lottie’s office the first few weeks of working there.

You don’t look up, but you feel the scraping of a chair as she drags it from one part of her office to right in front of where you stood, and then a little sigh she lets out as she sits in it, seemingly relaxing. This is different to the other times… she’s going to do something different… is she going to make you wait here until you speak up? Is she waiting until you let your guard down?

The doorbell goes. “Ignore it.”

“Now pull up your skirt” That’s definitely different. You don’t know how to feel about it. Sex with Shauna has overall been quite horrible. You refuse to take your clothes off, and the lights are always off when you do it because you are never comfortable enough. But this is Lottie, your whole strange relationship is built with trust, and you do trust her. How could you not?

“…why?”

“You’re not worried I’m going to fuck you, are you? I’m not interested in that, not in the least. Now pull up your skirt.”

Then, to your shock and distaste, you hear Shauna’s voice outside of the office, and her steps coming towards the office. “Y/N? Y/N!”You look up at Lottie from over your shoulder, finally daring to. She’s staring down at your face already, with a serious expression on her own. As if she knows who Shauna is… as if this has quickly become a test of who you’ll choose. “I said pull up your skirt.”. Obviously, you’ll always choose Lottie, without question, Shauna is just… the strange girl you used to have a crush on whose parents are trying to set you up.

“Shauna? I’m not gonna be able to come to the laundromat with you today. Okay?” You shout through the door.

“Uh, yeah! Okay! That’s… fine!” You hear, an over enthusiastic tone, clearly a lie. Then, as you hear her steps fade away, you slowly lean back down onto the desk. And then, with your heart skipping a few beats, you pull your skirt up so that it bunches up around your hips.

“Pull down your pantyhose and underwear.” There’s a pause, and she definitely sees the slightly worried expression on your face through the discreet mirrors on the wall you’re facing, because then she says: “I told you, I’m not going to fuck you.” With her tone, you aren’t 100% sure if she’s assuring you or if she’s just saying it to try and coerce you, but with her track record, it does align with her strange way of looking after you. so you’ll take a guess and say she’s trying to comfort you without slipping out of this persona she’s playing.

Once you take a deep breath, you do as you’re told and pull down your underwear and pantyhose. Lottie lets out a deep breath behind you, as if hiding a moan with it. You hear a buzz noise from behind you, and you focus in on it, knowing what it is instantly. A part of you hopes that she uses it on you, but when you hear moans and grunts coming from behind you the tips of your ears go red and you attempt to sneak a good look through the small slits of mirrors at your eye level parallel to you.

When she’s done, she wipes her fingers onto the hem of your bunches up skirt, and quickly moves around the desk back to her actual chair zipping up her trousers as she goes. She’s clearly quite flustered, and gives you another list of tasks to complete over the rest of the day.

Instead, you make a bee line for the nearest bathroom. To deal with what Lottie was either too scared to, or made a point to ignore despite her stares because she thought it was a boundary you didn’t want crossed.

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sapphossparenoterbook · 3 months ago

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I NEED PART 2 OF THAT SECRETARY AU LOTTIE FIC YOU JUST WROTE

OK ILL WRITE IT 🫡🫡

#anon

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Do you really want to be my secretary?

Secretary (2002) AU.

Mr Grey!Lottie Matthews x Lee!Reader

TW: Spanking, Sub Dom relationships, power imbalance, dubcon? (Only initially!!), tried to work in a queer realisation?

Authors note: If this goes well and people want more, I’ll write up a second part. This is like, barely any of the plot so I have a lot more to work with!

Walking in to that law office admittedly had you quite stressed out. Your first ever professional job interview, with your qualifications in front of you in a sheet of paper you printed out… and then subsequently crumpled into a ball in your hands, mirroring the ball of nerves in your stomach. It’s festering and invasive, and you can practically taste the nerves running through your veins.

That only gets worse as you take in the inside of the office, in the waiting area where the receptionists desk sits. There’s a woman, sobbing, packing all of her stuff off of the desk and holding a letter in her hand. You’re her replacement.

Around her, there are papers, pencils, pens, files and all sorts scattered. As if someone had shoved everything off of the space around them in a fit of uncontrollable rage and fury.

The fired secretary barges right past you, with nothing but a snivel and a tear.

“Um, hey… I-!” You try to call out, to ask her if she thinks you should go, or maybe to ask her to point you in the right direction of this lawyers office. Despite his clearly terrible anger management skills…

But she doesn’t turn, and she slams the door from whence you came behind her as she goes.

“Hello?” You call out into the office. No answer. “Hello?” You repeat, a little louder. At that, you hear the authoritative voice of the lawyer you’re here to apply to work for, Lottie— Ms Matthews. She sounds stern, and firm, but also kind as her voice drifts down the long corridor separating you from her office.

“I’m in here.”

You can’t lie, this woman has an… eery feel to her. Her black hair is tied back in a professional, tight bun, she wears a black suit and sits behind her desk. Staring.

Shes tall enough once she stands to easily tower over you in a way that isn’t intimidating, but could easily be so if she wanted it to be. All the while, she’s got this kind smile, and a caring look in her eye that changes into something more sinister when it lingers.

“Are you pregnant?” She asks, finally starting the interview instead of adding to the awkward stares between them. At that question, you realise you may have preferred the stares.

“Hah! I, uh no”

“Are you planning on getting pregnant?” Ms Matthews asks next, her eyes lingering on the paper in your hand with your qualifications.

“No, I’m not”

“Do you live in an apartment?”

“No…”

“Where do you live?”

“My mother and father’s house.”

The questions for this secretary job go on like that, completely unnecessary to a job role, until Ms Matthews finally takes the CV off of the you. “I’ve never interviewed such a qualified candidate before. You’ll be bored.”

“That’s okay, I like being bored.” You say without really thinking, it’s the truth though. Typing is easy, and boring, and it clears your head. It’s so mind numbingly boring that there’s no opportunity for you to think of anything else, all that occupies your mind while you type is what you’re actually typing. Being bored would be good for you, being bored is what you want.

“I already have a part time paralegal, all i’d have you doing is typing out files or documents, and letters I need sent to clients. Do you really want to be my secretary?”

She says, and at this point, she’s walked over to the couch to lay there. For the first time you had walked into the room, there was no awkward staring, because now she seemingly refused to make eye contact.

“Yes. Being bored is what I want, I like it.”

And from then on, you had a job as a secretary.

It’s still kind of surreal. Working here, you mean. Ms Matthews is a nice boss, despite the state of the office when you had first arrived you hadn’t seen her shout or throw anything… maybe you had gotten the wrong idea and it was the previous secretary that had trashed the place? It could make sense, she was being replaced, after all?

You let your guard down when you type, going into your own trains of thought and your mind goes blank as your hands tap away and your eyes stay grained onto the document you’re copying up. You don’t notice your tongue fidgeting out on the side of your mouth, or your frequent sniffling… or your spelling mistakes. Multiple times in this document, you’ve spelt stuff wrong, despite your brilliant typing skills. You’re so confident in yourself and your own abilities that you don’t even proof read it, you just bring it to Lottie’s office with a multitude of other files she asked for, and go on about your day.

Until…

A paper is slammed down onto your desk, words circled in red. You shove your headphones off and stop what you’re doing to look up. Ms Matthews, glaring down at you. Angrier than you’d seen her before.

“You do know that your appearance represents my law office, right? And yet you dress like that. It’s unacceptable. Not only that, you sniffle. All of the time, it’s ridiculous and annoying. You play with your hair, and worst of all, your mouth does this ugly thing with your tongue when you’re typing. Did you know that?”

“I- I’m sorry, Ms Matthews—“

Lottie reaches out and snatches your headphones from around your neck. “And no headphones. Like I said, your appearance reflects and represents my business. You’re the first thing people see when they enter here, I can’t have you looking and acting like this.”

You swallow awkwardly, feeling the familiar feeling of tears beginning to accumulate in your eyes, but Lottie’s not done yet.

“And this spelling? Get it sorted, I don’t want to see any mistakes again. Understood?”

“Understood, Ms Matthews…”

It doesn’t take you long to break the promise about no more spelling mistakes. It’s just oh so easy for your finger to slip, or not move your hand quick enough. You could tell that Ms Matthews, or Lottie as she keeps asking you call her, is losing her patience with you. She’s hot when she’s angry, and so you never seem too upset with the rare shout or reprimand, which she definitely has noticed. Every time you don’t apologise, she gets this unrecognisable look in her eye like she’s going to make you regret it… which goes when she takes a few breathers.

This is why it’s such a surprise to you now. What? To be bent over your boss’ desk, as she towers behind you and makes you read the letter with your spelling mistakes.

“…dear Mr Garvey, I’m grateful to you for referrin—“ You’re interrupted in your task with a hard spank to the ass. You move back from the letter slightly in shock, and turn your head over your shoulder to look at Ms Matthews with an incredulous look.

She’s already staring at you, making direct eye contact. Her expression is hard and cold; impassive. Except she’s got a glint in her eye that shows you she is heavily enjoying this.

“Continue.” She whispers, quiet enough you would have missed it if you weren’t already paying attention to her.

“Um…” you mumble, not sure if you should proceed. Last you heard, this wasn’t exactly a professional way to deal with mistakes in the work environment?

“Miss (L/N), read…” Your boss whispers back to you. She’s far enough away from your body that you can easily get up and leave her office, file a complaint to HR, and probably quit while you’re at it, too. But… despite how strange this interaction is… you find yourself enjoying it. You’ve never really had a woman interested in you, the only romantic relationship you’ve experienced is the awkward dinners with Pete who… has never really sparked anything in you before. But now? Here… in your bosses office, being spanked, by a woman no less? You can feel that spark, and it lingers in your lower abdomen, particularly prevalent when her fingers come up to slightly graze your ass just a little, as if gently soothing where she had hit.

You turn your head, and resume your reading of the letter.

“For referring me to your case—“ She spanks you again, and this time you’re expecting it. This time it’s welcomed despite the catch in your throat, and you use the opportunity to take another breath.

“The subject of animal captivity has been of interest to me for quite a while, and my secretary has prepared re—“ Another spank, another flutter in your abdomen, another skipped beat of your heart. “—search material that I think you’ll find illuminating. If you would be so kind—“ This time, you have to resist not pushing your ass back into her hand as she begins to rub at it through your skirt as soon as her palm lands against your skin.

“—as to send me the June 5th letter of which we spoke, my associates and I will review—ngh— immediately. Please feel free to call me at your earliest convenience. Yours sincerely, Ms Charlotte Matthews—“ One final spank, this one much harder than the others. You lift your head, the silence of the room being broken by only your heavy breaths…

“Read it again.”

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