#marilottie

[puppmeo]

(By rarepair, i mean any ship that isn't jackieshauna/taivan/mistynat/lottienat/lottielee)

[guryancentered]

I can't decide between lottienat or lottiemari...

[yellowjackets-polls]

[horrorandsapphics]

somebody tell me im not the only one who LOVES mari x lottie😔😔THEYRE SO CUTE I SAW AN EDIT ON TIKTOK AND IT CHANGED MY LIFE !!!!

[narcissasdaffodil]

Summary: When Marisol realises she has a crush on her best friend Lottie, she pushes it down. She couldn’t possibly like her best friend like that and there’s no way Lottie likes her back. But what if that’s not true?

I’m back for another round of Femslash February! This time I’m using multiple different prompt lists, and choosing the prompt for each day. This one is Marilottie plus vampire cats, and pretty short. This one is for the prompt Firsts by @disorientedrabbit

Tag list: @ariendiel @bypine @starsarestars @alyburrito @rebelrayne

[confessionsdiaz]

Mari and Lottie definitely hooked up once and that’s why they were bitter exes in season one

ooohh i like this

and then that plays into maris devotedness to lottie (and the wilderness)

[midnightvstheworld]

mari’s crush confirmation on the official tiktok yess ty for the explaining🙏🫶

[cannibalmeowmeow]

My hierarchy of the queer Yellowjacket ships:

tier 1 that one friend who ruined your life that you still think about: Obviously this is JackieShauna

tier 2 soulmates: Taivan are soulmates to me, no matter how toxic. AND Crystal and Misty were definitely soulmates. Idk if they were romantic soulmates but soulmates none the less.

tier 3 lovers: In this tier i placed Lottienat, Mistynat, and MariLottie. I’ve not seen anyone ship Mari at all. I think she and Lottie would make a great pair. Mari would make lottie laugh a lot 💖

tier 4 friends: i hope most the girlies are friends!! but i listed Jackie and Misty, Natvan, Taishauna, and Shauna and Lottie. I loved how soft jackie was with misty at times. Nat and Van being childhood best friends is one of my favorite headcanons.

tier 5 acquaintances: Jackie and nat. self explanatory imo

[f4ggydog]

a few more hear me outs here cause your blog is my #1 safe space rn and I really thank you for that. 🤍

Listening to Disease by Lady Gaga while im writing this..

ANYWAYS! as for the loml mari, I agree with literally everything you said about her from my previous ask.. like that is exactly what I was envisioning… I wanna get your thoughts on intercourse with her, because there is no way she’s normal about it, I wanna think she gets shy, and is most likely a nervous biter. Like you’re riding her and she pushes her upper body into your chest because she’s nervous, biting into your shoulder to find an exit for the pleasure, meanwhile she’s TWITCHINNNGGG under you, pulsing and digging her fingers into your sides..

Something also tells me she really enjoys asphyxiation.. but she will get bratty about it, attempting to top you to edge you into choking her!!!!!

also… semi toxic canon marilottie… my heart is yours…

(🌿)

mari can’t be normal…about anything ever, even though she believes she is.

mari is a nervous little puddle during sex. her big mouth can’t say shit in the bedroom and she knows that damn well!

when your fingers circle a particular spot that feels good, she’s either chewing on her lip or trying to find a spot on your arm or shoulder to gnaw.

she loves to scratch too. honestly she doesn’t even do it to be a brat. She just needs some sort of physical outlet for the pleasure because every little touch or kiss or lick bite is overstimulating to her. her body can literally barely handle it. it drives the poor baby nuts.

i feel like mari’s also got a good oral fixation. she loves sucking on your fingers or having your strap/cock in her mouth. it just feels so comforting and good to keep something in her mouth to suckle on. she also loves your tits and sucking on your nipples like she’s nursing from you sighhh <333

girl’s a whiner too for sure. she gets impatient and constantly tries to force your hand where she needs you most or grind on you to ensure she gets off. and she’ll scold you and complain if you don’t satisfy her desires QUICK. however, you know where she’s most sensitive to send her back into her place. and if she needs an extra reminder, your hand on her throat is a good start. though, that’s exactly what she wanted, isn’t it?

heavy on the bratting thing. she’ll let out phrases like “is that all you got?” or mouth some insults like “you call yourself a top? you’re not even being rough.” that’s just her enticing you. and you don’t want to give her what she wants so easily cause that little tease should have to work for it. she fights back, intentionally clawing at you this time or calling you a pathetic little shit or getting overly cocky. but eventually you just can’t fight the urge to put her back in the place where she belongs and close your hand around where she needs to breathe. she always does win, doesn’t she?

[litgreadersroom]

lucky you're cute by lithopsy

Author's Tumblr: @lucolestead

Rating: General

Main relationship: Marisol/Lottie

Summary: Lottie couldn’t fathom why the coffee shop she worked at was even open. Snow was pouring down outside, the roads were abysmal, every other barista on the closing shift had called out for the day, and even the owners had taken off early. - marilottie coffee shop AU, holiday exchange fic

Extra details: AU

One Shot, 2k words

[shadowhaert]

Top 5 Mari ships?

hey now! not fair everyone

1. mariakilah

2. marilottie

3. marinat (CAN YOU IMAGINE THE SMUT)

4. marimisty (sworn enemies)

5. marijackie

ask me top 5 anything

[delectablywaywardbeard-blog]

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(di Maria Grazia Marilotti) Sfumature rosa, un sapore persistente e aromatico, gli spicchi di piccole dimensioni.     L’aglio sardo entra per la prima volta nel Repertorio regionale dell’agrobiodiversità, la banca dati online che raccoglie le varietà autoctone, coltivate sin dai tempi antichi adattate al clima, territorio r suolo. “Chiamato comunemente Allu , nome scientifico Allium sardorum, è…

[dawnsbreaking]

Lottie couldn’t fathom why the coffee shop she worked at was even open. Snow was pouring down outside, the roads were abysmal, every other barista on the closing shift had called out for the day, and even the owners had taken off early. - marilottie coffee shop AU, holiday exchange fic prompts: chocolate, "I'll do it, but only because you asked."

holiday exchange fic for @aislinnstanaka pairing: marisol/lottie (litg) word count: 2,302 read on ao3

Lottie couldn’t fathom why the coffee shop she worked at was even open. Snow was pouring down outside, the roads were abysmal, every other barista on the closing shift had called out for the day, and even the owners had taken off early.

Staying open for a handful of broke college students that lived within walking distance couldn’t possibly be worth paying the electricity bill for the lights and espresso machines, let alone Lottie's salary.

To cope with having to close the shop alone, Lottie reminded herself that the slow business meant that she was technically being paid to read a book behind the counter and play games on her phone. With free coffee.

There were worse ways to spend an evening.

Peaceful silence, though, was meant to be broken. The bell rang, signalling that someone had entered the café and Lottie looked up to see who it was.

The girl was bundled to high heaven. Lottie had to stifle a laugh to remain a level of professionalism. She was at work, after all, even if she had been scrolling through social media in an empty café for the past three hours.

“Cold out?” Lottie asked, maintaining a pleasant enough tone that the girl would likely miss her sarcasm.

“It’s dry snow, at least.” The girl took off her glasses, cleaning them with the hem of her sweater before replacing them. “I’m going to take off my coat before I order if that’s alright.”

Lottie shrugged, glancing pointedly at all of the empty tables. “Take all the time you need.”

She returned to her phone, feeling awkward watching the girl take off her coat. Despite being a little dorky, the girl seemed nice enough. Lottie only resented her for the fact that she’d have to actually make a drink.

“I’m glad you’re open,” the girl said when she returned to the till, “I was worried I’d make the trek down the street for nothing.”

“That makes one of us,” Lottie said, “you’re the first person I’ve seen in ages.”

“Sorry to disturb your evening, then.” The girl blushed, then shook herself. “Could I get a mocha, please? For here. The largest you’ve got.”

Lottie held up a large ceramic mug, nearly the size of a cereal bowl, that she sometimes offered to customers when she was feeling either silly or generous. She was feeling neither at the moment, only a desire to avoid making loads of drinks for this girl. The giant mug front-loaded all the labour.

The girl giggled. “Sure, that’ll do.”

“Anything else?” Lottie gave her a pained smile.

“No, that’s all.”

“Can I get a name for the order?”

The girl quirked an eyebrow. “There’s no one else here.”

“Protocol.” Really, Lottie was just curious, wanting a name to curse in the back of her mind for making her actually have to do her job. And whether or not the girl knew that, she didn’t particularly care.

“Marisol,” the girl said. Marisol paid for her drink then dropped a few crumpled notes in the tip jar as a peace offering.

“Be right out, love.” Lottie watched with a frown as Marisol returned to her table and began unpacking her things. It seemed she was preparing to be there for a while.

A meager tip couldn’t buy Lottie out of her bad mood, though. She flicked on the milk frother, nearly scalding herself with steam in her hurry. Two pumps of the chocolate syrup made it into the mug, but the third landed squarely on Lottie's sleeve.

This girl had her in such a tizzy, no one would guess she'd been making coffee at this exact machine in this exact shop for the last year.

Marisol. She thought the name with a nasty intonation.

"One mocha for Marisol," she said, sweetly, emphasizing the alliteration. 

-

Marisol thanked the barista, Lottie, according to her name tag, for the drink. She was appreciative of the larger mug, but part of her worried that she’d spill the drink on the way back to her seat.

Lottie’s intense aura was threatening enough to make Marisol instantly self-conscious. It didn’t help that she was the only person in the café. There was nowhere to hide in the rows of empty tables.

She did her best to ignore Lottie, laying out her textbooks next to her laptop and opening her bag of pens and highlighters. At least it would be quiet. These places were usually packed during finals week, but the snow had kept everyone at bay.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” Lottie called over, “I’ll just be over here.”

“Got it!” Marisol smiled back, giving an appreciative nod, even though she sensed a sarcastic tinge to Lottie’s kindness.

It wasn’t as difficult to ignore Lottie once she put on her headphones and pressed play on her studying playlist. Marisol, in the last year of her pre-law degree, had three finals for the next week. And all of them were for some of the most difficult classes she’d ever taken. It would be a miracle if this finals season didn’t kill her.

I'm a paying customer, Marisol reminded herself when she felt Lottie staring at her again, I have every right to be here.

She looked up at Lottie, smiled, and returned to her studies.

The coffee, once it had cooled enough that Marisol could drink it, was good, at least. Despite the menacing glares from the artisan who had crafted it, the mocha was done just how she liked it. She'd forgotten to ask for one less pump of chocolate syrup, intimidated by the barista, but it still hadn't been made too sweet.

She took a sip of the drink for every page she read, powering through the designated chapter of her textbook with renowned vigor. She'd made it through half the chapter—and a quarter of her drink—when she was interrupted with a tap on the shoulder.

“I’m going to sweep the floors,” Lottie told her. “Would you mind if I got under your table?”

Marisol huffed, annoyed at having been derailed when she was finally starting to get some work done.

“Sure.”

“Thank you,” Lottie scooted the chairs out. “Sorry to bother you.”

Wordlessly, Marisol returned to her studying, pressing play on her music again. She blushed, trying her best to ignore the barista sweeping under her feet. It was odd, the way she reacted to Lottie’s presence.

Marisol wasn’t a nervous person, usually. She prided herself on her poker face, knowing she’d make a good lawyer someday because of her ability to keep cool under pressure. All it took, turned out, was one snippy barista to have her completely unraveled.

She turned to look out the window, letting her eyes settle anywhere but on the witch with the broom at her feet. She startled when a streak of black jumped out of the snow.

“What?” Lottie frowned down at Marisol’s outburst.

“There was something in the snow.”

The blush creeping across Marisol’s cheeks worsened and she hoped that the thing would reappear, keeping her from feeling totally stupid. As if the universe had granted her one wish, the thing jumped out from the snow again, pouncing on a falling snowflake.

It was a cat.

“Oh my god.” Lottie laughed, surprised. “I won’t lie, I thought you were losing it.”

-

Lottie watched the little black cat through the window as it rolled in the snow, giggling, despite herself at the sight.

“It’s cute,” Marisol said, discarding her headphones to go to the window. “And probably cold.”

“Well, I’m not letting it in.” Lottie put a hand on her hip.

As cute as the cat was, she wasn’t keen on cat hair getting on the tables.

Marisol pouted. “But it’ll freeze.”

“What if I get in trouble?” Lottie said. Truthfully, the owners probably wouldn’t mind unless a patron complained. And Lottie would be surprised if anyone else came in for the rest of the night. They were already only a few hours out from closing and the snow was still coming down.

“Tell the owners it followed me in.”

Lottie frowned. “What if it hops up on the tables?”

���I’ll keep an eye out,” Marisol pleaded. “Please?”

“Urgh, fine.” Lottie stomped to the door and flung it open, letting the cat in along with a gust of cold air. “Only because you asked nicely.”

Really, Lottie wasn’t sure why she’d given in so easily. A few minutes ago she’d started sweeping the lobby of the café just to annoy Marisol into leaving, and now she was letting a stray cat in just to keep her from pouting. 

Where had her backbone gone?

Marisol watched with a smile on her face as the cat pranced into the shop. The cat stopped at Lottie’s legs, brushing up against her black jeans.

“Aw, she likes you,” Marisol cooed.

Lottie had always attracted cats. Strays followed her home from work more days than they didn’t. She wasn’t amused, though. This cat wasn’t going to get on her good side so easily.

“Are you going to take her home? Because she’s not welcome here after hours.”

“I might do.” Marisol crossed her arms. “I don’t want to leave her out in the cold…”

“Right.” Lottie sighed. “Just… Keep her off the tables.”

-

Before long, the cat—Marisol had taken to calling her Mocha after the drink she kept lunging after—had fallen asleep on the bench seat, resting its head in Marisol’s lap. Mocha’s company was much preferable to the moody barista’s, though Lottie had seemed to soften since letting the cat in.

There was something going on between them that Marisol couldn’t quite put her finger on. First they’d been at odds and tense, then, enter the cat, and something shifted. Lottie was trying to keep up the grumpy and aloof mood of before, but Marisol kept catching her smiling at the sleeping cat.

Another hour passed, of Marisol working and Lottie pretending not to fawn over Mocha, and Marisol pretending she didn’t see Lottie’s smiles.

Finally, Marisol grew tired of the charade.

“Do you have lots of work to do? You could come sit over here, if you want.”

“I wouldn’t want to disturb you,” Lottie said. Which wasn’t ‘no’.

Marisol gave Lottie a friendly smile, trying her best to communicate that there was no more ill will between them. “You’re ogling the cat.”

“I’m not ogling…” Lottie huffed. “Fine.”

She tossed a dish towel aside and picked up her book, bringing it to the table where she sat on the bench seat. She sat gently, so as not to disturb sleeping Mocha.

It was so clear to Marisol that Lottie was much softer than she let on. Which was a strange observation to have of a stranger, but something about Lottie just made sense to Marisol. She could see right through her. And just beneath the surface, she was a secret sweetheart.

“Isn’t she sweet?” Marisol asked, because she didn’t know Lottie well enough to say anything more substantive. Even if she felt like she knew Lottie a little. Even if, dizzyingly, she realized that she wanted to know Lottie better.

“I suppose she is.” Lottie reached out, tentatively petting the soft fur on Mocha’s back. “She’s also loitering.”

“She had a sip of my mocha if that helps her case.”

After a beat, Lottie laughed. She seemed surprised that Marisol was making a joke. “Did she really?”

Marisol giggled. “No, but not for lack of trying.”

The girls sat in silence for a moment, Marisol caught Lottie’s gaze. She almost sighed audibly at the way the girl’s eyes twinkled. Lottie was pretty when she wasn’t being rude.

“Have you thought of a name for her?” Lottie asked, looking back down to the cat. There was a pink tinge growing on her cheeks, though Marisol could almost convince herself she’d imagined it.

“Mocha,” Marisol said, “for attempted mocha-stealing crimes.”

“That’s cute.”

“I thought so.”

Lottie hummed, patted Mocha again. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

For just a moment, Marisol was unsure whether Lottie was speaking to her or to Mocha. She shook her head and returned to her work. Surely, she meant the cat.

- I hope you enjoyed this, Iris! I would have never written this pairing if it weren't for the prompt, so I hope I did them justice <3

thank you to Sarah and Margot for organizing this exchange, I'm so excited to read what everyone's put together!!

[hopeshoodie]

I’ve likely sent you a lot of asks, but here’s another one. Do you have any headcanons for Marisol/Priya as a pairing? I’m not too certain about them, definitely prefer Marisol/Hope and Marisol/Lottie. I’ve definitely got a lot of overflowing ideas for Hopisol and Marilottie.

Obviously Hopisol is god tier compared to the other two, but I kind of like Priya/Marisol more than I like Marilottie tbh. I feel like Priya and Marisol are both these characters who have a goofiness and dorkiness that they keep close to their chest, but I think together they’d laugh a lot and open up much more. They both have the same attitude towards men- wanting them to perform their attractiveness and woo them- so I can see a dating Marisol and Priya both sitting by the bar laughing at the men trying to approach them. They’re both super glamorous and professional, so their priorities are in the same place and they wouldn’t mind not seeing each other constantly with their busy jobs.

Unlike Marilottie, where I feel like they’d just feed into each other’s toxicity, I think Marisol’s the right person to hold Priya accountable. When Priya does a petty thing, Marisol has the critical eye to point it out but the loving side to point it out KINDLY, whereas Lottie would just blindly not say anything out of loyalty. Priya would help Marisol be a little more socially outgoing, and would expand Marisol’s social network by virtue of having lots of friends who adopt Marisol.

They would conflict over a lot of things though. I can see Priya getting annoyed with Marisol’s nagging and say something really biting in a moment of passion (which she immediately realizes crosses a line and apologizes for profusely, but you can’t un-ring a bell), and Priya’s definitely cleaner than Marisol is.

I bet they’d last a couple of years, like 2-5, and then have a massive dramatic breakup. I love them both dearly, but my guess is one cheats on the other. Their lives pull apart, but it’s definitely that ‘great romance’ ‘one that got away’ kind of love that they both think about for the rest of their lives.

[nerdferatum]

24 for Marilottie for hugs please x

This one made me so soft! Thank you for sending the prompts, I’ll answer the rest in a minute

Hug prompts

[narcissasdaffodil]

Summary: A series of unfortunate events makes Lottie’s day at work very wild. Snow causes everything to go a little mad.

Tag list: @ariendiel @starsarestars @alyburrito @bypine @rebelrayne