#lottie matthews x yn

[t4tlottie]

Hey... So I'm gonna need more of baby demon/succubus Lottie 😅🥰

succubus!lottie headcanons 💭

lottie who keeps a special strand of your hair tied up in a bow. she likes to play with it when she's bored or sniff/lick it when she gets off to the thought of you. she's ashamed and feels perverted, but that fuels her to collect more of your things like used tissues when you go out with her to a restaurant, your used panties, your used anything really.

she really doesn't mean to seduce you, really! it just happens. she can't control it. and she doesn't know how, anyway. it's not her fault that her body secretes this hormone that makes you horny for her :( and it's not her fault she finds herself jerking off in your window while watching you sleep because she could smell your heat from her house. she can't help when she mind controls you into thinking about her. she can't help it when she accidentally makes you feel pleasure down there.

Succubus!lottie who kinda accidentally marks you....so now whenever she thinks of you, you feel this faint pulse in your neck.

once she starts to get more comfortable with being a succubus, she gets sooo much bolder. lottie taking you to the lake as a friend date. you sit back eating those bologna sandwiches you made (you're a little upset at the fact that she didn't even try to eat one) and watch her dip her feet into the lake until she starts stripping o_O you kinda just let her do her thing and try not to stare at her naked body as she skinnydips but she's unknowingly secreting those hormones that make you wanna hold her down and ride her. making eye contact with her as she swims back toward you and you're just in a trance.... unabashedly looking down as her wet body comes out of the water, and you can feel this strange heat coming from her. and you can almost smell it too? anyway, she just ends up fucking you raw and leaves you there all sore.

that scene in jennifers body with the lighter.....thinking of lottie burning her tongue and then eating you out @__@ using her hot tongue to trace down your body to make you feel extra good.

jealous!ex!succubus lottie who likes to manifest herself in your room whenever you have girls over to mess with you because she's pissed that you left her.

think it'd be interesting to see succubus!lottie who feeds on boys with a transmasc!reader.... especially if you just started T because your hormones would be all wack and she'd have the most trouble controlling herself from ripping you apart with her teeth <3 she goes absolutely ham on that tdick before your shot day too because that's when ur T is at its lowest. or maybe a needy/chip/jennifer situation where you're dating jackie (anything to include jackielot SORRY!) and after you come out as transmasc, she becomes obsessed and tries to seduce you. she's hungry and follows you to jackie's place, waiting until you walk home because she knows you guys just fucked and your blood is rushing. her food is best when they're like that. idk she successfully seduces you and leads you to the abandoned pool to fuck. or at least thats what you think you're doing. she's annoyed that you're not as into it because she can tell you're thinking of jackie and decides she needs to have her fun now and roughhouses with you. something something she takes a SMALL chunk out of your neck before realizing she can use you for food for, like, ever. she can drain your blood when she's hungry. not too much though, she doesnt wanna kill you.

pain play with her.........she wants you to use a knife. nuff said.

but ughh...baby succubus!lottie who doesnt understand what she's doing 😞 she always comes to you after she gets out of her trance, covered in blood and looking at you with teary eyes, and asks you to help her. she tries to resist the hunger at first but she just gets so weak and sick ;( you've tried to help her find alternatives like drinking pigs blood or seeing if she could regain her strength from eating animals, but she needs flesh. thinking of offering her some of your blood just until she can.....find...someone to feed on. she looks up at you with such teary brown eyes it's adorable 😭😭 she constantly asks if you're alright and takes the best care of you after she cleans you up :( ugh. just thinking of her tapping on your window and you get surprised at the amount of blood covering her chin...and she's still so cute.

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

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

[t4tlottie]

you and me, forevermore | lottie matthews

— pairing: post-crash lottie matthews x gn!reader

— summary: after lottie leaves swizterland and comes back home to you for new year's eve, you make the hasty decision to propose to her just before the ball drops. (based on this)

— wordcount: 734

You've been glued to Lottie's side ever since she got back.

The two of you spent at least two hours cuddling in bed before you suggested going out into the living room to celebrate New Year's Eve with everyone, only if she wanted to of course. You would have had no issue if she refused; you'd still be with her in your stuffy room. She agreed though, mostly because of how enthusiastic you seemed to be now that she was back. That moment when she first locked eyes with you again, she saw how dead the light in your eyes was. It was like you weren't even there. It reminded her of how she felt after they all got rescued. But when you registered that she was there, that she was actually real and not a figment of your imagination, the light suddenly seemed to return, more alive than ever. You looked alive.

Your mom had told her how depressed you were over not being able to be with her for the holidays, and the end of December just reminded you that it would be another year without Lottie. To be completely honest she has no idea how your mom arranged it all; all she knew was that she paid for her to leave Swizterland and that was that.

Now, she's back home where she belongs.

She's missed your loud family. She's missed talking with your little cousins and nieces and nephews. She's missed sitting on your living room couch while you rub your thumb over her hand because you know she's sensitive to the noise. She's missed you most of all though. The thought of catching up with you and knowing she has all the time in the world to do so makes a lazy smile appear on her lips, and she snuggles her face in closer to your neck as you sway your bodies from side to side.

You glance behind Lottie and look at the TV, feeling your heart sink when you notice the timer is reaching 10 seconds.

"You love me right? Like, really love me?"

Lottie lets out a small chuckle and shakes her bangs out of her face as she pulls back from your neck, giving you a confused eyebrow raise. "I really love you. Do you really love me?"

You smile bashfully and dip your head down, licking your lips and slightly shaking your head when you realize there's no time to be all giddy. You need to propose now. "Yes. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Lottie."

Everyone gathers around the TV now, holding hands or beer bottles. A buzzing inside your ears causes you to lose track of your thoughts for a second, but Lottie's soft hand on your cheek brings you back.

5...

4...

You continue, looking back in her eyes and finding yourself falling even deeper and becoming even dizzier. "I wanna wake up next to you forever."

3...

"I wanna cook breakfast for you in our apartment and watch shitty television with you on the couch."

2...

You take a deep breath. "I know you just came back today but, fuck, Lottie, I love you so much. I wanna marry you."

1...

The ball drops, and all you can hear is the sound of your family hollering and people setting off fireworks outside.

Lottie doesn't say anything for a moment, and you're not even conscious enough to realize that you didn't even get your New Year's kiss with her. She doesn't look mad or sad or anything actually, but her eyes are big and round, full of tears swimming in them. You assume the worst, and before you can open your mouth to apologize for doing this too soon, she smashes her lips on yours so hard that you stumble back. She kisses you so furiously that it's almost like she's trying to eat you, bones and all. She kisses like a bite.

She barely pulls back from your face as she speaks, her mouth still ghosting on yours. "I do."

Tears well up and she begins to softly cry. She chuckles at herself as you wipe her cheek, head leaning into your hand and nuzzling against it. She kisses your fingertip and pulls you into a kiss once more, this time more gently.

"I wanna marry you too," she tells you, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

lottie taglist: @heliolottie 😝

[t4tlottie]

NO ORDINARY GIRL | lottie matthews

— pairing: mermaid!lottie matthews x gn!reader

— summary: a collection of stories involving your relationships with the mermaid!yellowjackets, starting with how you meet lottie.

— wordcount: 2,260

The moment you finished unpacking your bags, you headed to your favorite place whenever you're here on holiday: the beachside. It's wonderful there, almost a vacation home in itself. Your parents always reprimanded you for neglecting to spend time with your grandparents since this was their home, but you couldn't care less. Maybe they shouldn't have chosen such a cool spot to vacation. And besides, you were on vacation! You should be spending time at the beach and not at home.

The room that you stay in is filled with seashells and rocks you've collected over the years.

Coming here is all you really look forward to when summer rolls around. You collect things in your hometown, but the nearest beach is miles away, and even though you're an avid collector, you're also lazy. Seashells are your favorite. You love touching them, and you love how each of them is unique to one another. They're never the same. Like snowflakes.

It's an odd day, mainly because there's barely anyone out on the beach with you. Usually, it's packed with tourists and townspeople alike. But today there's just you, the new ice cream man whose name you learned is Chris (the one you remember from your childhood died a few months back. Poor guy. He used to give you freebies on your birthday), the old lady who likes to feed the seagulls, and this weird girl whose head you can see peeking from behind a rock. You've been watching her for a few minutes and wondering if she's alright. She looks alright, I mean, what you can see of her, at least. You thought she was drowning at first because of how long she's been in the water, but she's not calling out for help or thrashing around. Then you realize how dumb you sound. Of course she would be in the water, you're at a beach! You shake your head and scoff in embarrassment, getting up from the bench and thinking you could find more shells by the water's edge. Which just happens to be near where the girl is.

Maybe she's a collector like you? You could do with a friend here you think. You could impress her with your vast collection of shells and rocks. Your lips twist into a smile as you walk closer to the grey boulder where the girl hides behind, thinking about how you're going to introduce yourself later. For now, you need those damn seashells. You've only scored a few of them so far and it's the worst collecting day ever. None are even spilling out of your pockets like they usually are.

When you pass the boulder, you're only able to see the girl's face, which is just as pretty as you thought it would be, and her fiddling around with seashells and other beach junk. She doesn't seem to notice you as she smiles to herself and places her things in a neat line that's color-coded. She's cute, you think. Now you have to work 10x harder to come up with an introduction.

You turn back hopefully, half expecting her to be looking right back at you. But you don't see that. All you see are the waves crashing against the rock and a half-hidden scaly purple tail where her feet should be. You stop in your tracks immediately, leaning forward ever so slightly to get a good look at what you think is your imagination playing tricks on you. Blinking furiously, you brush at your eyes just to make sure, but no, what you see is genuinely real. The girl's tail flaps happily as she hums to herself and messes with her beach junk.

"What the fuck?" you murmur to yourself, definitely a little too loudly.

The girl gasps, her tail slapping the water and nearly splashing you as she scoots herself back. She looks at you, frightened and in shock before she dashes away. She's a blurred streak of white and blue as you watch her swim back into the ocean. You try to call out for her, running into the shallow water to see if she's still out here but there's nothing. Did you just witness a real mermaid?! You're frozen in utter surprise, and you only get a hold of yourself and move back to shore when your feet start tingling from the cold. As you walk back, you notice that she left behind her things, and you bend down to look at them.

Holy shit... she had a pearl?! You've been looking for one of these for goddamn years. Do you take it? No, you'd feel bad. But maybe... You glance up sheepishly before slowly slipping it into your grasp and then into your pocket. You're sure she has plenty of pearls. The rest of the stuff is just beach junk minus some shells you already have, but you decide to take all of it back home. Maybe you could return tomorrow and catch her again?

Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

No one says anything about the amount of junk in your hands when you arrive home, and you plop it down by your bed before faceplanting into the pillows that smell like your grandma's perfume. It's not even 6 pm yet and you're tired. You feel like getting some rest... At least sleeping meant you'd be seeing that mermaid girl faster.

When you wake up, you feel something swirling around in your stomach. Something that feels like you're anxiously waiting on something but you can't remember what. The longer you lie in bed, drifting between sleep and consciousness, the feeling gets stronger. You decide to get up and rub your eyes and stretch, washing away the sleep from your body. The smell of breakfast downstairs fills your nostrils and you sit up, tossing your blanket off before planting your feet on the floor.

"Ow, shit!" Something sharp poked your foot. You look down to see the beach junk you brought home yesterday and realize why you felt that strange sensation in your stomach earlier. Okay, maybe you're a little excited to go to the beach today. You really hope the mermaid is there. You'll have to be extra careful if she is since you don't want to scare her off again.

After you scarf down your breakfast and take a shower, you stuff the mermaid's things into a mesh bag and scour through your grandparents' garage to find that old scuba diving gear you know they still have. You've thought it over: if she isn't there, you think you know where she hides out. There's this small island not far from the beach that's perfect for a mermaid to live. You've never been to it, but you've passed by it dozens of times while boating with your dad and grandpa. You hope you're right, but if not, a nice trip to a cave would be nice either way. There are probably more things to collect in there that you've never even thought of.

The trip to the beach feels like the longest walk of your life.

You keep dropping the equipment and some guy tried to buy it off you which took up entirely way too much time of your life.

But you made it. Finally. You walk around a bit to look for her but she's not behind the rock or anywhere in sight. Scuba diving it is. As you finish putting everything on, you feel a little discouraged by the small dot the island makes in the distance, thinking that you might've overestimated your swimming abilities. Whatever. You grab the bag with a small pout and flip-flop into the water, hoping all of this will be worth it.

Turns out this scuba diving stuff is pretty exhausting. You've had to rest your arms and legs by drifting in the water for a few minutes before resuming. And you've been jumpscared by this dolphin a few times. You nearly shit yourself when you saw it first, assuming it was a shark, but it didn't try to attack you or anything. You don't know why it keeps coming back to fuck with you, but it almost looks like it leaves to go tell a friend about it. Fucker.

When you reach the island, you decide to take a 15 minute break for your body's sake. There's a lot more walking ahead and you know you'll thank yourself later.

After you get up and start walking around, observing the trees and nature all around you, you suddenly spot it. The cave. There's no way she isn't in there. You march your way through cobwebs and branches just to reach it but once inside, you're glad for those cuts on your arms and face because goddamn is it beautiful. The water is a cerulean blue and shines brightly in the sun due to the open hole at the top of the cave. You feel a sense of calmness wash over you just from looking at it. The rocky walls of the cave seem almost alive just as you are as the reflection of the water cast shadows upon them. And speaking of the walls, they seem to have markings on them. You walk closer, squinting your eyes to make out what you think are the words S + J. Hm. Maybe this cave is a popular spot for couples?

The more you look around, the more the cave looks lived in. There is some beach junk similar to what you found the girl playing with yesterday placed neatly in a pile in front of a rock. It has a name carved on it.

"Lottie?" you whisper to yourself. Is that the mermaid's name?

"Don't touch it!" Someone hisses.

You let out a choked gasp and turn around, eyes darting all over the cave before you see her. She's in the water with only her eyes above surface level almost like she's hiding from you. They almost seem fully black because of how big and wide they are. You quickly get up and the girl flinches in response. You assume she's going to retreat so you speak up before she can swim away again.

"Wait, I brought you your stuff back." You hold out the bag for her to see and shake it like a human would shake a bag of dog treats to get their dog's attention. "You left it yesterday..."

Slowly, you inch forward and softly place the bag before her. You scoot back to give her some room and wait.

The mermaid eyes you curiously and with some skepticism, but swims forward to swipe the bag from the surface. You watch as she opens the zipper quickly and shuffles through the items with a smile on her face. She looks back up at you when you shift on your feet and pauses before frowning. "Where's the pearl?"

Shit.

You left it at home for yourself.

"Uh, there was no pearl when I found it." you lie, giving her your best confused look. "Must've washed away or something."

She frowns once more and places the bag back on the sandy surface. "Thank you. I like collecting this type of junk. The others say I'm weird for spending so much time by the shore, but I like studying humans."

The others? Studying humans?

"You're welcome. You're Lottie, right? That's your rock?" you nod towards her 'junk' rock.

She confirms with a nod and reveals more of her body as she swims up and places her elbows on the rocks. The bra? Scales? Covering her chest is a magnificent shade of different kinds of purple. Her tail that flutters gently in the water matches it.

"I didn't mean to scare you yesterday," you mention, sitting down in the sand and running your fingers through the grains. "You kinda scared me as well. I've never seen a mermaid before."

"I've never seen a human so up close either. I usually just observe from afar." Lottie replies and puts her chin under her palms. "Why'd you bring my stuff back?"

"Dunno." you shrug. "You collect stuff like me. Thought maybe you'd appreciate it or something..." You trail off at the end, looking down and blushing. "Plus, I thought you were pretty."

Her tail splashes against the water hard at your comment and she clears her throat, feeling embarrassed. "What do you collect?" She's curious, she'll admit it. She's not even supposed to be interacting with humans under any circumstances, but you intrigue her. You don't seem like a threat anyhow.

"Anything. Shells, rocks, fossils, random things I find off the street. I have a whole collection of receipts from when I go out to eat."

"Can you...show me your collection?" she murmurs shyly, removing her face from her palms and nervously tapping her nails against the rocks.

"Sure, but how? I don't think I can make it here again, no offense. It's a hell of a swim." you chuckle, smiling at how her eyes shine brightly after you agree.

"I can help with that. I can bring you back to the beach in seconds!" she exclaims, her voice high and excited. "Or you can piggyback on one of my dolphins."

You barely have time to process what she just said before she speaks again.

"Can you show me right now? Please?"

You feel like everything's happening all at once and don't know how to reply, so you simply nod.

Hey, maybe you can even bring her back the pearl you stole from her. She'd probably like you even more.

lottie taglist: @heliolottie

[t4tlottie]

fate, up against your will — LOTTIE MATTHEWS

— pairing: lottie matthews x gn!reader

you get hurt in the fire + the aftermath with lottie.

— wordcount: 1,531

For once, it actually feels warm underneath the covers with Lottie, which is odd because it's rarely this warm. It kind of feels like you're in a sauna.

Despite the uncomfortable feeling, you snuggle closer into Lottie's neck and hug the blanket tighter against your body. You feel like you hear someone shout, but you ignore it, believing it's just your sleepy conscience playing tricks on you. As you continue to snooze, the warmth gets uncomfortably hotter, and that's when you hear Shauna's loud footsteps come down the ladder.

"Get up!" she calls, voice urgent and shaky. She roughly shakes your shoulder, and your heart is already racing with adrenaline when you wake up.

You push off of Lottie and look at each other with confusion. It takes you a second to crash back to reality, but the shouting of all the others helps you get to your feet. The pit of your belly fills with anxiety as you look around at the cabin that's currently being consumed by fire. Your breathing gets heavier as you take in what's happening, and your lungs fill with smoke. Some of the others bump into you as they hurriedly try to take things from the floor and tables, and you fall back into Lottie who sounds like she's underwater when she talks.

"Don't breathe it in," she says, wrapping a cut-up shirt over your head to cover your mouth and nose. You feel her squeeze your shoulder before she shuffles to the side, gathering her things scattered across the cabin.

Panic finally settles in and you get moving. You reach for the blanket on the floor and look around for your backpack. It's hard to see in the smoke, but you think you can spot it near the pantry.

"Let's get our blankets!" Van's voice booms and Taissa finally breaks down the door.

The girls rush past you and it's all too dizzying. Lottie reaches for your hand, but you pull away. You need your backpack; it has all your stuff in it. And sure, it might not be important or help you survive out here, but your camera is in it, and aside from Lottie, it's been the only thing keeping you sane.

"I need to get my backpack. I'll be right behind you, I promise." You push Lottie toward the door and she stumbles out, yelling your name.

Even Van, who's already outside, objects and urges you to forget about it. You turn around and wrap the blanket around your head to shield you from the smoke as you rush toward the end of the burning cabin. Lottie feels her heart seize when she hears the sound of glass shattering and covers her face behind Shauna's shoulder. She tries to squint to see if she can spot your form coming back outside but sees nothing but wood falling and the flames getting bigger.

She stifles a sob when they engulf the entire cabin and when the roof crumbles down. You have to be safe... please be safe.

You are not safe.

You don't know how you did it, but you managed to grab your backpack and smash through a window just in time. You're faceplanted onto the snowy ground, inches away from getting burnt alive. But you are alive. A plank from the cabin fell and hit your back, and now you're trapped. You keep trying to scream for help to get one of the girls to notice you, but nothing comes out but broken wails. You're pretty sure you're on the brink of death. But then, a savior shouts out.

"Look!" They point toward your limp body and let out a cry.

Lottie's head snaps to the side so fast that it's a miracle she didn't break it. She sees you, lifeless and unconscious, and feels like she wants to scream. She notices that stupid backpack of yours near your head as she walks closer to you and almost laughs bitterly, but then she hears your pained voice whimper her name.

"Help me get this off of them." Lottie bends down near your body and tries to pry the wood off your back. She recoils at the hot touch and uses the blanket to shield the heat as she and the others get it off. Once removed, she can see how ripped your clothes are, even through the multiple layers. She's horrified. Your back is noticeably bruised and bloody.

"Jesus, fuck."

"Are they...?" Nat speaks from behind her, standing on her tippy toes as she looks at you, horrified.

She gets her answer when you lift your head and spew out what seems to be blood. Van, Lottie, and Tai kneel next to you and gingerly help you up, careful to not touch your back. Lottie's lip quivers as you wheeze out a horrendous roar of pain, and she stutters as she tries to speak.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We're just gonna move you, okay?"

She doesn't know where, because there is nowhere to place you. Against a tree would fuck up your back, and standing you against her body would prolong the ache. Van seems to notice her indecision and speaks for her.

"Put some blankets out for them. We should lay them down for now."

The girls reluctantly give away their only warmth and place the blankets down in the snow, bundling them up so it doesn't feel like you're lying on the frozen ground, which you technically are. You're placed on the blankets, eyes fluttering open and closed, fighting away the pain as you try to steady your labored breathing.

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It's been a few days, or at least you think so. You can't really tell. You've been in and out of sleep for what seems like forever because you can't move that much without being in excruciating pain. You didn't even know they carried you back to the plane wreckage until you opened your eyes and were face to face with the bottom of a plane seat.

The girls have done what they could with your wounds by using ripped shirts as bandages and disinfecting them with boiled water. You're able to sit up now only for a short while before needing to lay back down. Which is what you're currently doing.

Lottie's fur coat feels rough but soft against your cheek as you listen to her breathing.

"Are you mad at me?" you question tiredly into Lottie's chest.

She shakes her head, frowning. "No. Why?"

"You haven't really talked to me. Even with your constant asking if I'm okay, I feel like I haven't had a real conversation with you," you reply, thinking about how she'd sit and redo your bandages in silence with a frown on her face as she does now.

Lottie clenches her jaw. "I feel like I could've done more to stop you. You wouldn't be like this if I had—"

"Yes, I would." you cut her off, grimacing in pain as you sit up to look at her. You shake your head when she looks at you with concern, and continue to speak. "You know how stubborn I am. You and I both know I would've gone into that fire regardless."

She feels a little more at ease, and she breaks out into a tiny smile. "You probably would've jumped into the lake to get your camera."

You laugh and lean down to bump your nose with hers, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin as you think about that cold ass lake. But she's right. You would totally jump into that lake just to save your camera. You look over to the corner and see your backpack. You try to reach over and tug it over, but you fall a bit short and end up wincing in pain from the movement. Lottie rolls her eyes and reaches for you, unzipping it to pull out what she knows you want. She hands you your clanky digital camera with a slight smirk.

You turn it on, thankful that it still works, and snap a picture of Lottie looking pretty beneath you. Her cheeks brighten when she hears the shutter sound and has to stop herself from shoving your shoulder.

"Half of the pictures on here are of you, did you know that?" you mumble in a daze, too distracted by looking at the pictures you secretly took of Lottie. You feel your heart clench when you come across one you took right before boarding the plane and go back to the display screen. "Take one of me."

You hand her the camera and feel something in the pit of your stomach at how tiny it looks in her big hands compared to yours. You lazily grin when she fumbles focusing it on you. She clicks the shutter and admires the five second pop-up of you on the LCD screen before handing it back to you.

"There, now you won't look like such a stalker."

You snort and turn the camera off, placing it by her side since that's how far you can reach. You rest your head back down on her chest and scoot in closer, trying to find her heartbeat.

"Goodnight, Lott."

lottie taglist: @heliolottie

[t4tlottie]

pls expand on the robot lottie I'm begging.

said this in my last robot lottie thought but robot lottie who can upload her consciousness into any device... she has to be plugged in or uploaded. like maybe before she got her human skin you didn't want to attract unwanted attention out in public so you'd upload her into your phone and communicate with her using it :3! she can respond vocally or by using text popups!!

installing lottie into your laptop to help with college homework 😭 she's there to remind you to study instead of browsing random sites and will give your keyboard a little shock if you're not typing/studying enough.

robot lottie who becomes very self-aware and more advanced than she was initially created to be. and by that i mean she gains feelings for you and fucks with her own servers just so you can 'fix' her because she loves being taken apart and repaired. also loves all her wires being exposed in front of you.

robot lottie jamming her plugs into ports as a way of tryna get with you??? is this how robots flirt?? she also loves to be plugged with USBs. it gets her gears going real good.

tying robot lottie up using her own cables.....she loves it.

amputee!reader who originally built lottie as a small robot (think roomba sized) to help around the house. you kinda just got really connected to her and the next thing you know, she's a full-body robot. thinking of her helping you build a robotic limb from HER parts :( she'd feel forever bonded to you :((

maybe she's like a frickin' robot like how the transformers are!! thinking of riding robot lottie but as a car....how awesome. she's wayyyy too big to sleep in your house let alone your bed, so she either transforms into a car and sleeps in the driveway, or just curls up in your backyard and watches protectively through your window.

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

hi! could you write a fic or headcanons about being in a love triangle in the wilderness (maybe shauna x reader x lottie, or any of the girls idk, you can decide!)

Love Triangle in the Wilderness Headcanons

Pairing: Shauna x Lottie x Reader

I fear this may not be EXACTLY what you wanted but this is what came to me

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It would def be Shauna and Lottie (or Nat and Lottie but I think Shautie fits better for this)

Imagining you're in a situationship type thing with Shauna post crash...

It's all fine until after Jackie dies, like Lottie has no interest in you for the first 3-4 months

But then Jackie dies and Shauna's always in the shed, so you start hanging out with Lottie more

Going to her prayer circles or whatever, getting up with her to bless Nat for the hunt

Shauna notices and gets super fucking jealous, like absolutely livid

She forgives you when you're ultimately pro "let Shauna spend hours talking to Jackie's body", but she still gets jealous when she sees you with Lottie

As winter goes on, though, Shauna starts to get even more jealous. Especially because Lottie keeps hanging around both of you now

Like you're talking to the baby and Lottie joins in, and Shauna gets pissed about it

Both you and Lottie are super confused because you're literally just trying to help her and the baby

Imagining you kind of take the place of Tai when Shauna has her outburst and goes into labor, and you're dragging her back to the cabin

Kind of involving yourself in the wilderness stuff while Shauna gives birth

After the baby dies Shauna's obviously not the same, but she's really cold and distant to you

You start getting even closer to Lottie, and that just makes it worse

Trying to pull Shauna off of Lottie during the fight, but Nat and Taissa hold you back so you don't get hurt too

You're torn between helping Lottie and helping Shauna afterward

Ultimately you go to Shauna because the others have Lottie

Bandaging Shauna's hands and telling her to leave them in the snow for a bit

But then checking on Lottie every day, her telling you what she told Misty (to eat her if she dies) and telling her she's not gonna die

Yall still doing the hunt anyways, not sure how the logistics of that play out

You and Shauna make up and talk about the whole Lottie situation

Shauna also talks with Lottie and the three of you are now in a complicated romantic entanglement (bc it's not a relationship)

You and Shauna start taking care of Lottie while she continues to heal

[t4tlottie]

being t4t with charlie matthews (🦌🏳️‍⚧️. o O)

— pairing: transmasc!lottie x transmasc!reader

includes sfw and nsft. dont like? don't read. all terfs/transphobes *** and block me.

he definitely paid for your hormones + surgery, even if you didn't want it/were too embarrassed to ask. he loves spending his money on you!!! and he fuckin' loves driving you to therapy appointments/getting labs done for T/literally anything related to your transition :( its little things like picking up his T/your T that makes him so proud of being trans...

he also stops doing his shot for a week so you guys can do it on the same day 😭😞 i know i always say reader with Tshot anxiety because that's ME, but charlie with Tshot anxiety.... he always scolds himself for being so nervous and taking so long because he loves doing his shots but cant :( he gets sooo shy when you do it for him tho!! boy is blushing like crazy when you prep his thigh and it takes a while for him to unclench his leg cuz he likes you so much 😭

you guys have matching shot kits that he decorated of course!!!

he wouldnt get top surgery!! i think he's confident in his body and the way he presents himself even if it is feminine. i don't think he'd cut his hair either! maybe he'd chop it off ONCE just to see how it feels, but he likes it long!!

if you choose to get top surgery, he becomes suchhhh a protector 😭 he tries to help you get adjusted to moving your body again but also wont let you lift a finger because he loves taking care of you! he loves giving you baths and washing you even if you think its humiliating how he has to wipe you 😭😭 he does consider top surgery for a second because he thinks about you taking care of him....

LOVES LOVES LOVESSSS ur top surgery scars. when they're healed and you two get the okay to bone, he spends so long kissing them and making you feel loved :( he sexualizes them in a t4t way he's just so obsessed.

he takes advantage of that post-shot horniness. he'll lay you down and go to town on your tdick until you're nothing more than a blubbering mess. and tdick frotting with him!!! he loves rubbing it against yours and watching himself go in and out of your hole when he eventually gets the need to be inside of you. (tcock warming :3)

oh he definitely wants to be a seahorse dad...don't even get me started. he begs and begs for you to cum inside and get him knocked up.

going to pride events with him :(( i can see him volunteering or working at a local trans center and being the guy who runs the social media account because he loves to spread awareness :( he loves seeing so many ppl come in to talk about being trans and listening to their stories so much 😭😭😭

his backpack is decorated with a bunch of trans/t4t pins and/or patches and they match with yours because of course they do!!!

he loves showing you new trans books he's been reading or found....he has a little trans bookclub with you :3

thats all i have for now......lottie t4t chaser.

[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

Silk Chiffon - knight! Nat x Princess! reader

Dating Vampire Nat headcanons / part 2

About You - Nat being readers first kiss blurb

Cherry Waves - you doing Nat's makeup blurb

Fade Into You - Nat and reader making out in the car blurb

What a Shame - Nat x internally homophobic reader

Do You Wanna Build a Snowman - building a snowman with Nat blurb

Jackie x reader

Teenage dream - Jackie comforting reader at a party

SFW alphabet with Jackie Taylor

Winter Wonderland - skiing with Jackie blurb

Good Luck, Babe! [2 / 3]- Jackie with internalized homophobia

Lottie x reader

Word games - Lottie is a cheater at scrabble

Height difference Lottie Matthew's Headcanons

All Falls Down - Lottie teaches you to ice skate

Shauna x reader

Dreams - pure Shauna fluff

Dating Shauna Shipman headcanons

All I Want For Christmas - Shauna Christmas shopping

Van x reader

Adult Van x Reader hcs

Lottieshauna x reader

Love triangle in the wilderness headcanons

Lottienat x reader

Lottienat x reader headcanons

[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."

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

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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 🙏🤞