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lottie is so kind <3

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saw the words lottie and vampire so now i’m lezzing out, idk some thoughts/ideas for it maybe being clumsy reader who always gets hurt/bleeds… orrr lottie never wants to drink from you and you convince her to one day, idk im a fiend

ooh, i like these ideas!! i will add them to my list and see if i can get anything cooking 🫶🏽

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i want to write vampire!lottie x reader but i have zero ideas to get me off the ground so please hmu with any prompts you have (doesn't even have to be a vampire related, it can be anything!)

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COURTNEY EATON as LOTTIE MATTHEWS YELLOWJACKETS (2021— ) Season 3, Episode 7: "Croak"

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Yellowjackets Season 3 | Episode 6 "Thanksgiving (Canada)"

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𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔.

synopsis: a southern gothic cult au, where lottie is a long time and highly enmeshed member and you're the newest lost lamb to join the flock. think eden's gate of fc5 meets the freaky wilderness shit that has been going on in the show. pairing: lottie matthews x gn reader. all parties are 18 and over. warnings: vague mention of religious themes and shady practices. word count: 669.

part 1/? of my lottie and her lost lamb series.

as the milky lace curtain billows, your eyes instinctively cast upwards, catching the first streaks of sunset painting the spring sky. for a moment or two you lay there on your mattress, breathing in the fresh air that breaks in through the cracked window, chest rising and falling in the most peaceful of rhythms. it's only when you catch sight of the bed beside yours, empty and covered by a tattered knit blanket, that a pressure crashes down on your ribcage so violently that you're sure it'll crack open.

you've forgotten. today is meant to be it. your last day here, at least of your own free will. you might be the newest member of the flock, fresh-faced and fully embraced by the others, but this was never meant to be permanent. and the more you stop and study your surroundings, the more you listen to the teaching and preaching of its leader, the deeper the seed of suspicion roots itself in your body. this isn't your home. this isn't your family.

throwing on your boots and heading out the dusty old cabin, you spot her. sat under a tree on the outskirts of the compound is your roommate, deceptively appearing so small and frail from this distance. as your near closer, you notice her eyes are closed, her mouth moving to utter silent words while those long arms are curled around her torso in a tight embrace.

you inhale, readying your own mouth to talk, when suddenly her focus is on you and the words are snatched from the reach of your tongue. her impossibly dark orbs, doe-like and now searching yours, have a habit of making you lose every track of thought, and had the unease of your goal not weighted your every limb, you're sure right now the only thing on your mind would be the divinity of image her in this fading daylight.

"what's wrong?" she quietly greets, the thick of her brows pinching over cute nose, her head angling up at you. those concerned eyes of hers burn into your very being as you debate how to answer, hovering restlessly in front of where the other is positioned.

"nothing, i just..." you lick your lips and swallow, throat burning drier than you thought. silence falls again, the only sign of life coming from the branches swaying in the gentle breeze above you both. with a pained sigh, all your overdue offer is, "lottie."

the usage of her name earns a slow blink from her and you feel it, the energy shifting and muddying, the former softness of her expression completely draining and a hollowness carving out of her face instead. "no." she shakes her head, her messy brunette locks tumbling dramatically with the movement. "not yet."

"i think it's the right time to go," you begin, voice audibly weak from the power of her disapproval. "i just don't think this is for me. you all feel so strongly about the cause and i feel...well, i don't know what i feel." except that you care for her. that you long for her. that you're only still here for her. your cheeks redden as you guiltily tear your vision away from the girl sat on the ground. "isn't it better for me to leave now? before i've become an official member. before i am lustrated—"

your explanation cuts dead by the way her head unexpectedly snaps away from you and her stare becomes wide. your back automatically straightens as you glance over your shoulder to the direction that has consumed her attention but you find nothing of interest. as you turn back to her, you're nearly knocked to your feet with a fright. instead of sitting, she now stands lank and looming over you, a childlike wildness claiming her features.

"come," lottie excitedly beams, her warm hand closing around yours, and as she tugs you further away from the tree and towards the derelict church, the faraway melodies of familiar songs start to penetrate your ears.

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lulu. mid-20s. she/her. very gay. this is a lil writing blog for me to dump my random au fics and drabbles, mostly featuring lottie matthews of yellowjackets. requests and feedback more than welcomed. 18+ only.

what i write: smut and mature topics, angst, fluff, romance, platonic, religious themes, psychological themes, supernatural elements, and potentially dead dove topics.

my writing:

all.

lottie & her lost lamb.

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LOTTIE MATTHEWS YELLOWJACKETS | 3.06