#lottie matthews x yn

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Could I maybe request LottiexFem!reader headcanons where reader is wayy shorter than Lottie? Just fluff and forehead kisses and reader being the little spoon.<33

btw- I love your work!! Keep it up.:]

Height Difference Lottie Matthews Headcanons

this is so fun and silly also tysm for the complement 😭😭

I'm so envisioning Lottie like using you as an armrest

Obviously you're like "screw you" but she does it anyways

The arm on your head is her go-to pose for couples pics too

She also constantly rests your head on top of yours because come on! You're the perfect height!

Whenever you want to initiate a kiss you have to like... drag her down or ask her to lean over

She thinks it's adorable but you hate it

Lottie used to be really insecure about her height, like especially when she thought she had to date guys

She didn't want to be taller than her boyfriend!!

But then she realized she didn't want a boyfriend

Even then she was like hm do I really want to be this tall

And then she met you and you were short as hell and like couldn't reach the top shelf at the grocery store

So now she loves being tall

Speaking of the grocery store...

The girl doesn't even let you TRY to reach high up

"I could've gotten that" "with a step-stool maybe" "fuck off"

You guys do in fact have a stool at your apartment for you to use when Lottie isn't home

She bought it because you kept standing on chairs and falling from them (from personal experience this is hell. I need to buy a stool)

You boycotted said stool in the beginning but eventually were like "okay this makes my life significantly easier"

Obviously Lottie is normally the big spoon

But sometimes, like if she's sick or had a bad day, you spoon her

It's almost comical

You're like a backpack on her because of the height difference

She appreciates the effort if not the delivery

Not height related but she braids your hair. She loves messing with it too. Like yall will just be standing there and then you realize you have like 7 tiny braids in your hair

Okay back to her being so hella tall

You definitely tried to give her a piggyback ride once

Needless to say that that didn't end up working out

If we're thinking like a more modern setting Lottie absolutely used her height to her advantage when taking 0.5 pictures of you

She had a whole album dedicated to them

The insta birthday posts are absolutely horrendous

If you ever wake up and Lottie's standing somewhere in your bedroom you're like "there's my sleep paralysis demon" for a second

And then you're like "oh whoops that's my tall as hell gf"

Also forehead kisses happen so often

Lottie thinks it's a pain to bend down to your lips every time she wants to kiss you

So most of the time it's like right on your hairline or just the top of your head

The amount of lipgloss in your hair is astronomical

Cuddling with her is so nice though because she's so much taller than you and you feel so safe with her

Like not only is she probably strong as fuck but she's also tall? Goddamn

Sometimes you lay on top of her like a weighted blanket and she's so here for it

She tried to do it to you once but it didn't have the same affect

When yall do dishes you wash them/unload the dishwasher and she puts the dishes away because she can reach the shelves and you can't

Around Christmas and your birthday she hides your gifts on the top shelf of your closet

Lottie's just such a cutie I love these

[holylottie]

aching bones, aching teeth [06]

masterlist [socials and TW's]

PAIRING — Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

CHAPTER SINOPSIS — Lottie always gets more than she can have.

NOTE — english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes you might find. Please read the tw's first! Thank you for reading :)

1996

You stood still at the lake. Shauna tried to take you back to the cabin but to no avail, you couldn't bring yourself to move, to think.

You cursed god, got mad at the divine and, consequently, got mad at Lottie. How could she allow such a thing, how could she not know?

Your clothes were wet as you kept yourself sitting on the holy lake — as holy as a sin could be —  crying, sobbing loudly. You couldn't scream, your sobs weren't filled with sounds, but they were filled with a new-found hurt: you just entered a new life, a life without Laura, without her sweet words and thoughtful prayers. You didn't hear Natalie arriving, but you felt her steady hands on your shoulders, she pulled you up, holding you with a tight grip while silent.

You didn't bother to speak. 

She helped you change your soaked clothes and she made you lay down on the floor, next to an almost sleep Lottie. You two stared at each other, sharing a pain no one else in the cabin could understand. 

Lottie reaches out for your hand — you give it to her —, holding your lamb plushie on the other. 

Sleep comes slowly, a calm slumber.

But when you wake up, you are terrified. 

However, you embrace the tears and make a friendship with the fear, you did not mind the nightmare. There, Laura was alive. 

— All okay, Tiq? — Shauna stared at you, from across the room, giving you a gentle tiny smile.

You knew she only meant to be nice, but to someone even consider the possibility of you answering yes, it was devastating, horrifying. Nothing would ever be okay.

You nod, anyway, getting up and putting your mattress on top of Charlotte.

It’s way later than when you normally wake up, but you suppose the girls gave you all a break since the last events. Your stomach is aching for food, and you have to hold onto the walls to not fall when you start to walk.

Shauna and you went outside, and she looked at the leaves you had bring to the girls, their taste was horrible, and there weren’t many of them, but it was better than sleeping on an empty stomach. 

— I don’t think I would ever say that, but I do miss cutting meat. 

You giggle at Shauna’s remark, your eyes drifting off to Jackie, sitting a few steps away from you two. Shauna’s eyes were on her too.

— Do you think this will end someday?

— Everything does eventually, Tiq. In a good or bad way… everything ends.

— You're harvesting then?!

Like a sinner, a nômade living on the consequences of Adam and Eve.

You hear Mari’s voice and your whole body gets on alert. You get up from your kneeling position, poorly trying to hide the little strawberry patch with your own legs.

She pulled you by the collar of your shirt, her face so close to yours that you could almost see the anger in her irises.

— it’s not for you. 

You simply say, filled with hate too, angry at her for finding out,angry at her for being angry at you.

— Oh, yeah for who’s it then For your teen crush, yn? 

Her voice is so bitter that your ears hurt. You hated arguments, you hated people arguing, especially at you.

— What makes Lottie more deserving of it than any of us? 

You stare at her, and then you laugh.

Silly stupid little Mari.

How could one’s own mind be so deeply wrong? How could one’s own mind compare themselves with something as big and holy as a god?

— When they grow, they will be mine and Akilah’s too.

As she said that, she left.

You felt the urge to step on all your work, to dig your fingers deep on the dirt and take all those seeds elsewhere. 

Of course you felt sad, everyone was thinking you all would die — and everyone was pretending to not care about the imminent death and only worry about the stupid ball. You weren’t mad because there was a ball, you were mad because everyone was suddenly losing hope. 

For you, the absence of hope was a death of the soul. Soon, the body would go too.

What was the point of life if you didn’t hope for things to get better? You wanted to cry, but who were you to deny an opportunity to dance with Lottie? To deny an opportunity to dance at all?

If there was one thing Lottie liked, it was watching the moon. She would sit by the window and concentrate so hard that she could almost hear it saying goodnight.

She didn't hear you arrive, you didn't announce yourself, but a snap of your mouth did. 

You smiled ungraciously and waved softly at her. Your furred ears costume had little ribbons on it, Lottie saw it as a sign: you were a gift from the wild to her.

— Why does your mom call you bambi? — you approached, leaning on the tree next to the girl and looking in the same direction as her.

— It's because I jump around when I'm excited. — Lottie smiled, looking at you; You were different, lighter. Maybe it was the mood of the upcoming party, nobody felt pressured to be someone different in the dark lights and upcoming death.

— What should I call you then? My deer? — you laughed, playing on the pun of dear and deer.

Lottie Matthews always knew what to say, making cheeky comments and being the outgoing type, but you took all her words, she could never finish a sentence, let alone a seductive one. 

Ignoring the way her heart was skipping a beat at being called "mine", she followed what was comfortable: concentrating on the joke. 

She liked hearing it. She didn't know if it was her instinct as an only child who was born without having to share, but the idea of being the only one to whom you felt comfortable enough to open up so much made her chest fill with pride. 

She tried to push aside her selfish thoughts of keeping what you said to herself.

— Have you ever read Sarah Ruhl? In one of her short stories, she tells about a great American surgeon called Halsted. He was married to a nurse whom he loved very much. One day Halsted noticed that his wife's hands were red when she came back from surgery. — you were so enthusiastic, explaining everything with such joy, how could she remember and know so many general and random facts? How could Lottie pay attention to her costume when all she could do was stare at your lips? — And then he invented rubber gloves. For her. Sarah said it was one of medicine's great love stories, talking about how the difference is made out of love.

Lottie stared at her, smiling and vaguely remembering reading something about the construction of love. She knew that her feelings for you were big enough to make her invent something as good as gloves. Even if at the moment it was something as small as a party.

— Do you think everyone is going to have a love story this good? Or does the universe choose a few lucky people at random, Lotts? — you thought out loud, then laughed mockingly and denied it, asking her to let it go. Lottie smiled, handing you a box.

You had to hold back tears when you opened it and saw a tiara made out of leaves and flowers. You smiled happily.

You couldn't form words, so you just hugged her tightly.

— Your antlers are a bit too big — you laughed.

And Lottie felt the inspiration of a scientist.

2021

You loved gardening. 

Everything you did in the mud, came back in some way. All your efforts would eventually lead to something, it didn’t had any subjectivity on it, it was simple and clear: plant it, take care of it and receive it. 

You had a notebook to note every single one of your seeds and gardening cares, some tips and even pictures of your most beloved ones. However, your favorite of it all was, without a doubt, your strawberry patch.

It was so incredibly taken care of, strawberries as red as blood, leaves as green as hope. You would sit there, putting water, take off bugs with delicate fingers and eat a fruit straight from the patch.

— I never liked strawberries too much, most of them don’t taste like anything.

Laura said, playing with one of the ladybugs.

Or, rather, Laura’s ghost said. Today, she felt adventurous, following you outside of your house. Her clothes dripped water, and her neck was burned by flames. It was an unusual sight — that was already usual to you.

— You can’t know they all taste like that if you don’t eat all of them. 

— That’s stupid — she giggles, shaking her head — you don’t need to know everything to hate it.

You smiled, taking off your gloves and smiling at her.

— I was never able to see the crickets; I used to get so deeply upset about it… — You confessed, your face holding a nostalgic smile; It was a strange action in Laura’s point of view: you were so young, what could you have in the past to be longed for? — Until one day a cricket got into my room and I ran away… I’m afraid that once a person truly sees something, she will wish to go back and never see anything at all. like you, with a strawberry.

You shake your head, it was funny, confess sins to a ghost. 

There was a whole life in those woods, hungry and harvest, misery and tragedy and hope, and there was birth and death.

And it's hard because you can't kill the person you were in that lifetime, but you also can't still be her. So there's just this ghost of yourself lurking over your shoulder, despising your every move, watching you sin.

— And guess what, Laura: tomorrow when I wake up, I'll have a wonderful day, and when I put my head on my pillow to sleep, I'll think again: how much happier I would've been if I had been doing this at seventeen.

When on the stage, you felt a flower fall on your feet, you got down and picked it up, recognizing it as a white lily. 

You didn’t see her right away, but you felt it.

Your soul was being pulled toward hers and then your eyes went to find her, looking non-stop for someone who would make your breath stop.

Twenty five years later, and you would still recognize her blind. You would still acknowledge her presence even if all your senses were compromised, for you would only be you if there was the flame of your love for lottie inside your body.

You just hoped that the you’s of other universe’s had a more kind life to love her.

1996

The doomsday ball

You’ve never felt happier as you did when Lottie asked you to go as her date to the ball. Finally, the rainbow before the thunderstorm.

Your mother said that there were five hells — and that one of them was destined only for people like you, but you didn't care about that anymore. If hell were as warm as Charlotte's embrace, you would walk through the gates with a smile on her face.

You had always had many doubts about the Bible.

You read the verses, imagining yourself in the places of angels and heroes — even though the position of sinners, and those who sought mercy, always seemed more real to you (as if you had been born with your hands in prayer and your knees already scraped).

You looked at the saints, seeing them deprive themselves of their desires to finally find the way to God. You thought about what you wanted — Charlotte — and saw no difference between your desire and your destiny.

You smile, seeing everyone so pretty and happy, like things were supposed to be since the beginning. You take a deep breath, going to take a sip of your drink as you watch Van e Tai give a kiss.

A whole new world seems to show up in front of you.

A world of possibilities and wishes, of love and care.

A world where there were no sins, only passion.

— C'mon, dance with me! — Lottie’s arms were moving like tentacles, like a snake calling you to sin. 

Eager to please, you bit the apple. Your movements were too graceful for a party, you didn't know how to move without rules to follow, without an established pattern to be guided to.

One of Lottie's hands went to your left cheek, caressing it slightly while the other was holding a makeshift cigarette Natalie had made — you wondered what would burn more: the flame she was smoking or her touch. 

— You're just such a pretty little lamb, aren't you? 

Lottie’s tone was condescending, but she had a playful, even flirtatious smile for you — the look of a predator who knows how to tear every piece of his prey apart.

Lottie leans closer, her nose almost touching her lover's one. You could feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. Lottie pulls your body to her.

— I just can't hide how I feel... I want you so much. I've never wanted someone as much as you, darling... — she presses her lips together as she goes in to whisper something in your ear — Your heart is so sweet...

Lottie gets even closer, her voice barely audible: 

— I want to taste it.

And the closer she gets, the far away she seems. You don't know why, but the booze might have made your thoughts and vision unclear. 

You smile, giggling happily, your hips moving to the music playing inside your head.

Lottie’s mouth gets close, close to your chest and, having access to your skin by the cut of your dress, she licks your chest. Gently, at first, then eagerly, hungrily. Her mouth leaves hicks on your skin, you feel the blood being pulled and released and then you feel the first bite. Her teeth penetrate your skin. 

You cry out, but it's a muffed one, not out of pain, but out of relief. You get out of breath, your shaking hands going to her hair, caressing it.

While you felt your meat being taken away from you, while Lottie took what always had belonged to her, your mind was feverishing with thoughts, screaming confessions:  

I cannot confess anymore, it is not enough, I need to devour my sins, to let them perish from where they came from. 

Biting my tongue, I wish to bite my hand.

I want the marks, I need the flaws and claws and teeth teeth teeth

Lottie takes a step away, her eyes watery from the pleasure she had felt, her fingertips aching to touch you, her teeth aching for more. 

Her mouth was completely bloody, with your red ink falling down her chin. 

— You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. 

You felt the urge to kiss Travis too, only to be able to feel Lottie's lips, but then Shauna kissed him and suddenly the thought made you sick. 

Your head was dizzy, you missed Laura. 

You sit out the ground of the cabin, not able to recognize faces or things, you can hear voices but none of them is clear. So you stay still, trying to understand why your vision was so blurred.

When your eyes truly open, you are alone. A deep fear settles onto your chest, and you start to breathe heavily, your lips quivering and bloody tears rolling down your face. You put your tongue out, tasting their salt flavor.

You did not pray that night, but you had a serious personal conversation with Jesus. You hoped he had good days, good enough to show him that life isn't just about dying for other people's sins.

[prowied]

| blood sucker : lottie matthews x reader

[ lottie has been acting strange ever since what happened in the attic aka, vampire?lottie ]

!!! : slight spoilers for s1, biting, blood

wc : 800+

lottie cups her hands around your cheeks and leans slowly into your lips. you melt into the kiss, leaning forward and resting your hands on her shoulders. you can feel the corners of lottie’s lips curl into a contagious grin and she giggles while sliding her arms around your neck. lottie feels so warm, pressing her skin against yours. late morning light falls through the gym bathroom window and the ceramic of the bathroom sink is cold against your thigh. lottie starts to attack your soft lips, biting softly at your bottom lip. you scoff, and place your hands against lottie’s chest, opposed to biting.

”okay lot, we should probably go back on the field.”

lottie, lost in the lust, bites you even harder. her grasp becomes strong and her teeth skewer into your lip. this wasn’t like a teething puppy, but more like a blade ripping into the thin layers of your skin. the taste of copper trickles onto your tongue and you're finally able to pull away. you quickly wipe your hand across your mouth, and looking down you see a streak of crimson blood.

“lottie, what the hell?”

you look to lift your head waiting for a reasonable response, only what you saw was the opposite of that. lottie’s entire mouth was covered in your blood and it was spread from the bottom of her nostril down to her chin. she slowly opened her mouth, revealing her sharp canines and her blood-stained tongue.

you start to panic before your eyes burst open and you start to catch your breath. you sit up and intently look around, reminded of the dull attic. it was still night, probably past midnight with only a sliver of moonlight peeking through, leaving the sun to take its place. the attic was once lively, filled with the laughter and the thrill of the yellowjackets team. however, after what lottie became that night, the team was always on edge. you glance in the other direction. lottie’s soft brown curls shuffle from the break in the silence. you clench your blankets knowing what you saw was only a dream, but scared that your dream could become reality. lottie slowly turns to you, her wrist rubbing her squinted eyes. you gaze at her soft eyebags, and her uneven skin color from the harsh weather.

“hey lot, you should go back to sleep,”

lottie slowly sits up and groans. you rubbed your hand along her back. her hair falls over her face. you can feel vibrations from her voice against your hand, and lottie starts to murmur something under her breath. your eyebrows create a wrinkle in your forehead. you lean in closer to her face, trying to make out what she’s saying, although none of it sounds audible. suddenly, lottie grabs your shoulders and pins you down into the blankets. her grip is harsh, stronger, almost supernatural, to the point where you feel her nails could break into your skin at any moment. her legs kneeled in between yours, as she pants slightly. the ends of her hair brush your cheeks. you gaze up at her. lottie’s jaw is open faintly, saliva is pooled at the bottom of her mouth, and her canines are extruded past the normal length of her teeth. there’s a slight haze to her irises, and reflections of the light from the window almost as if she was about to cry. your hands shake as you wrap around lottie’s forearms. you wait for a response, apology, or even an outburst of anger would satisfy you.

“lottie..”

“please,”

she leans into the crook of your neck.

“let me have you, yn”

slowly, lottie digs her teeth into your sensitive skin. drawing blood, and letting it drip down your neck. you grunt through your teeth and your shoulders tense up from the pain, making lottie release her teeth from your neck. as you hang your mouth open to say something, lottie cuts you off, slapping her hand over your mouth. you start to sweat and begin to feel your face getting flushed.

“the wilderness told me to. let me.”

lottie licks the blood pooled out from your skin and swallows. you hoped this was another dream, or maybe you’d become crazy from how long you were in the woods. however, you can’t deny how real it feels. the pain makes your body shiver, and you can still see the soul behind her eyes. you slowly sit back up, leaning against the wall, while lottie straddles your lap. lottie drops her head down as if the threat in her had left. you take your hands and cup her cheeks. using your shaking thumb you grab the corner of her mouth and reveal her blood-stained teeth. you remove your thumb from her lips and her expression defaults into her worrisome look.

“im sorry. yn im hungry”

you pull lottie towards you, tilting your head sideways you kiss her. you lip the bottom of her lip, asking for entry. you’ll let her feed on you. you’d let her suck all the blood out if it would kill you. she lets you explore her mouth. suddenly she clenches your thigh, making you gasp. by letting the lust take her over she takes control, biting softly at your lip. lottie rubs your waist, and kisses you on the nose.

“thank you”

i would like to write longer fics.. however here is something ive managed to write out stay tuned for more yj..... because i love them a lot tehee

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

could you write for lottie x reader where they're playing a game like monopoly or uno and it's getting really heated, so lottie kisses reader to distract them and secretly steals money/hides one of her cards and reader catches her?

Word Games

Plot: Lottie hated losing, and you chose the one game she couldn't win.

Warnings: Lottie being a dirty cheater at scrabble. (Anon I know you wanted Monopoly or Uno but I thought scrabble would be fun), pretending that scrabble doesn't only let players have 7 letters at a time.

Notes: a bit shorter than usual so bear that in mind <3

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"Lottie, you can't play 'byd' and say it means 'bid'. That's not how Scrabble works. You know that." You looked at the Scrabble board where little put down her so-called 'word'.

"That isn't fair. You literally played the word 'exclusionary' last turn. I'll never beat you. You're not even giving me the chance to." She pouted at you, her brown eyes wide. It almost made you let her play her 'word'.

Almost.

"That sounds like a you issue, babe. Simply get better. I don't make you bend the rules when we play your games."

"My games don't require this much brainpower."

"I'm sorry, since when does Monopoly not require tons of strategy? Or when you make me play chess? You're just mad because you suck at word games." You smirked at her.

She just glared back at you and tried to come up with a real word to play. She ended up with the word 'bed'.

"So you're telling me that you forgot 'bed' was a word? Wow Lot, you're kinda falling apart over there."

"Oh shut up, y/n. Y's have more points," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Mm. Keep telling yourself that, honey." While you were talking, you came up with your next word. You'd chosen 'stranger'.

As you put down your letters, Lottie groaned. You just grinned up at her.

"Sorry Lots. I know how much it sucks to be a loser."

"Y/n, I swear to God. Please. What the Hell."

"Awww, is Lottie sad because she sucks at Scrabble? Do you want a kiss to make it better?" You taunted.

"Yeah, I do." With that, she leaned across the table, and met your lips with hers. You were like that for a few seconds when you heard rustling.

"Lottie, are you taking different letters from the bag? Are you that desperate?" You gave her a slightly condescending look.

"What. I don't know what you're talking about. I would never."

"Lottie." You raised your eyebrow at her.

"Fine. Yes. Okay. Maybe I was. It's not my fault that you're unnaturally good at this game." She pouted again.

"That doesn't mean you have to cheat!"

She was still staring at you with those gigantic puppy eyes. Unable to resist this tome, you scooted next to her and rested your head in her lap. She brought her head down to yours and gave you another soft kiss on the lips.

"We don't have to play any more if you don't want."

"Oh, and just let you win by default? No thanks," she said, smiling down at you. "I might lose, but I'm going to lose with dignity."

"Whatever you say, Lottie. Just no more cheating," you responded, getting up from her lap.

"No promises."

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

RAE'S MASTERLIST <3

Natalie x reader

Talk to you - pizza delivery girl Nat <3

Pretty girls - nat and insecure reader while swimming

Baking cookies with natalie Scatorccio headcanons

Not Strong Enough - insecure reader angst

What I want - flirting at a party to get Nat's attention

Dating Natalie Scatorccio headcanons

Cool About It - Nat hates you (not really)

All My Ghosts - Nat x Jackie's sister! Reader

SFW alphabet with Natalie Scatorccio

It's Gonna Be Okay, Baby - Natalie helps patch you up after the expedition south

Jackie x reader

Teenage dream - Jackie comforting reader at a party

SFW alphabet with Jackie Taylor

Lottie x reader

Word games - Lottie is a cheater at scrabble

Height difference Lottie Matthew's Headcanons

Shauna x reader

Dreams - pure Shauna fluff

Van x reader

Adult Van x Reader hcs

Taissa x reader

None yet!

Lottienat

None yet!

Jackieshauna

None yet!

Taivan

None yet!

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Would yall read a lottienat x reader fic inspired by Taylor Swift's song Gorgeous...

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Every day I pray for more Yellowjackets thoughts in my inbox I'm sick of thinking of them by myself :(

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Once again I've been writers blocked 🙄

God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers I suppose 😔

Send requests if you have any 🙏🤞