One shots || fem reader

Charlotte Matthews || Lottie Mathhews

A/n: I am back from the dead lol. I don't know what this is, or if it makes much sense tbh, but yeah I tried something. Title is shit idk 😓 I just love Lottie sm (this was written after watching the very beginning of season 3)

For some reason it was decided that you would have a new cellmate/roommate -you never knew what to call it- and it made you nervous. Charlotte Matthews, that was her name. You'd seen her around, of course. She was hard to miss. But you never tried to talk to her.

Not that you didn't want to. You did. It did too. And for that exact reason you kept a safe distance between you and her. That being said... you couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

"Are you okay?"

Her voice brought you back to earth, and you realized you were staring at her while being lost in thoughts.

"Ah- yes, sorry..."

You looked down at your lap where your book rested, hoping she'd go back to journaling or whatever it was she was doing.

This wasn't a good idea. Both of you in the same room wasn't a good idea. You knew it because It was content. She seemed like a nice person, you didn't want her to get hurt.

"You look... preoccupied" she remarked, putting her pencil down

"I'm not" you replied quickly, too quickly to be honest

Even if you weren't looking at her, you could feel her gaze on you.

"I'm not your enemy you know?"

Her voice was soft, inviting.

"I know"

"Talk to me then. I can help you"

She closed her notebook and put it down in her bed, scooting closer to the edge of the mattress to be closer to you. You want to believe her. But no one can help you.

At your lack of answer, she tried again.

"What led you to ending up here?"

It was a nice way of asking what was wrong with you. You grabbed your bookmark and put it in your book.

"I went caving with a group of people. We thought it was safe but a tunnel collapsed and we got stuck in there for god knows how long"

You paused, trying to find your words and selecting which parts to tell. You didn't want to talk about It. Whatever It was, you were sure it was with you down there in the caves. And It was not good.

Charlotte was silent, looking at you patiently.

"We barely had any food, and tensions were quick to rise. People died for stupid reasons. We all... did bad things in there. To survive."

A longer pause. You weren't sure how to finish your story.

"What happened when you got rescued?" she asked, noticing your struggle

"We didn't"

"What do you mean?"

Here came the hard part.

"We didn't get rescued. One day a... another part collapsed. It created a hole. I barely fit through it, but I managed. It lead to the outside. None of the others followed me. I don't know if they didn't fit or if it collapsed again after me. But when I found help and told them, they said it was too risky to try to save the others..."

You still felt guilty. Maybe you could've helped them out if you had tried to make a bigger path. If you had insisted to try to save them anyways. If you had-

"It's not your fault"

You heard her words at the same time as you felt her hands holding yours. She was kneeling in front of you, dark brown eyes looking up at you with sympathy.

"You did what you had to do to survive"

You had a weird feeling that she knew how it felt. You looked down at her, your eyes meeting.

You both stayed like that for a moment, in silence, looking in each other's eyes. Reading in each other's soul.

You didn't need words to know. You saw It in her eyes. And she did too.

From that moment on, you got closer to Lottie. Her presence was comforting. Her touch soothing.

You both had your fair share of nightmares at night, and found solace in each other's arms to the point where there barely was any night where you didn't sleep in the same bed.

"Can't sleep?" Lottie finally asked after you shifted in her bed for maybe the twelfth time

You shake your head no.

"Come here"

She pulls you in her arms, a hand on your back, the other in your hair.

"What's on your mind?" Her voice was soft, as always

You didn't know what to answer. 'A lot' was a little vague. 'You' was too honest.

"Nothing" a lie, not much better than the other options

Lottie's hand went from your hair to the back of your neck, tilting your head up slightly.

"Look at me"

And you did, almost immediately. It was almost amusing to her how quick you always did what she asked. She found it cute.

She took a moment to get lost in your eyes, giving you some time to get lost in hers as well.
You knew she could read you like an open book, but you didn't mind. It was easier than saying it out loud.

She rested her forehead against yours, the tip of her nose touching yours.

"Stay with me?"

"Always"

You both knew you meant it. This wasn't like anything either of you had ever experienced. It was natural. It felt right. It would probably come for you both at some point, but at least you'll be together.

It was content, for now, and so were you.