#i mean it's lottie but this is interesting anyway

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Natalie hallucinating herself as the Antler Queen

[anifever]

Hii, can you make Johnny cade or the gang with reader kinda like Charlotte LA Bouff from princess and the frog because I'm just thinking that it would be so interesting having kind of s/o so spoiled but kind and not a brat too, I love Lottie tho✨😭

Gang w/ a Lottie!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : The Curtis gang with a reader whose like Charlotte La Bouff from “Princess and the Frog”

A/N : AHHH I’m sorry this took me so long I’ve been busy w other stuff. Anyways, I always wanted to be Lottie when I was younger 🥲 hopefully I got this close enough to her character also sorry these are shorter than normal <\3

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Darry

୨ He’s honestly a little jealous of you

୨ He feels like you have everything he doesn’t

୨ That being said, does NOT stop the man from loving you once he sees how sweet and generous you are

୨ Your personalities are super different tho

୨ You’re so bubbly and bright and he thinks it’s endearing

୨ You definitely keep him on his toes

୨ You also keep him young

୨ Whenever he seems to be struggling more than usual with finances, you swoop in and save the day

୨ He’s like “??? Honey, I can’t take this,” and you’re just like “Too late, Dare-Bear, don’t worry about it 😊”

୨ Whenever you sleep over you wear a frilly pink sleep mask he has trouble not smiling over

୨ You love his cooking and are always drooling over it

୨ It’s a habit for you to bring pastries, etc from a bakery on the other side of town whenever you come over

୨ Earlier in the relationship/before you started dating, he knew how spoiled you were and he was like “..how am I supposed to compete with this.”

୨ Luckily you find him extremely muscly, attractive, and sweet so it makes up for his money 😋😋

୨ Either way, he still buys you whatever he can when he has the spare cash

୨ You have him wrapped around your finger

Two-Bit

୨ Couldn’t hold back his laugh when he saw a childhood picture of you dressed as a princess for Halloween

୨ You guys honestly go together so well

୨ If you have the same type of accent Lottie has- even better

୨ The first thing you said when you met his sister was “Well aren’t you as pretty as a peach!”

୨ Safe to say that made him more smitten

୨ You walk him like a dog it’s so funny

୨ He doesn’t spend as much money on beer anymore cuz he saves a lot up for you

୨ Found a stray kitty on the street and you started squealing when he brought it to you

୨ He was cheesing from ear to ear

୨ Has tried to get you to kiss a frog before after you told him you always wanted to when you were younger (mwahaha) and you freaked out

୨ That being said, he picks up random bugs all the time to try and gross you out- which works

୨ You never hurt them though⁉️⁉️ You just run away and start screaming

୨ Whenever he starts insulting people if they’re mean to you or something, you start dying of laughter which spurrs him on more

Steve

୨ He’s torn between thinking you’re a brat to also being extremely attracted to you

୨ He assumes you’re a mean girl who lives off daddy’s money (the second part being lowkey true)

୨ Doesn’t stop him from drooling tho

୨ Contrary to popular belief, you were actually really nice

୨ Like you came into the DX one day, giving him a huge tip while talking super animatedly and he was just like “Ah..”

୨ Whenever he talks about cars you have no clue what he’s talking about

୨ You have a pretty pink ‘62 Ferrari 250 GTO and that’s all you know!!

୨ You buy new clothes constantly and have lil’ fashion shows for him

୨ “Yeahhh, could you jus’ spin around one more time so I can see the back? 😇”

୨ “….Steve.”

୨ Whenever nobody else is around (Soda, etc) at the DX, you give him WAY bigger of a tip than normal lmao

୨ Brags about you to Soda all the time

Dallas

୨ He thought you were so annoying at first I’m sorry 😭

୨ Even with that, he still tried to get in your pants

୨ You slapped him for it which just made him want you more (he’s on that freak timing)

୨ You know what you want and he’s honestly really attracted to it

୨ He ends up spoiling you though, he can’t help it when you give him puppy dog eyes and pout your glossy lips

୨ Hilariously different

୨ Whenever he’s in your room he’s so out of place

୨ He’s surrounded by so much pink, stuffed animals, expensive jewelry and clothes, a big canopy bed, a crystal chandelier, etc

୨ His ego gets boosted when he’s out in public with you

୨ Like he’s with the prettiest and richest girl in town??? Yeahhh he’ll never let this go

୨ You not caring about his/his friends status’ is really important to him and he appreciates it even though he’ll never outright say it

Soda

୨ You guys both have a big line of people who want you

୨ Power couple!!

୨ You’re really ditzy- not necessarily stupid, but not all there

୨ He relates.

୨ You guys just sit there and look pretty

୨ Like you definitely have won various beauty pageants and have kept all the tiaras and sashes

୨ Makes you try the tiaras on every time he comes over

୨ He takes you to a drag race or rodeo and you’re like “Shew- Soda, I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church,” while fanning yourself

୨ Probably because you’re wearing some expensive dress from a boutique in town made with thick material, but he’ll never smart off to you by saying that 🤍🤍

୨ Has a habit of ruining his DX shirt and you always pay for him to get a new one

୨ He already knew he was attractive, but it was only when you came along and started buttering him up that he started getting giddy about it

୨ He sucks up so hard to your mom and dad; they love him

Johnny

୨ Probably teased you a bit with Pony before you guys officially met

୨ After the initial iffy feeling he had about you wore off, he was head over heels when he knew you better

୨ He genuinely sees you as a princess

୨ You’re always wearing some shade of pink and some form of pearls and he’s mesmerized

୨ He thinks you deserve a lot better since he can’t give you much

୨ You literally couldn’t care less though since he treats you so well

୨ He’ll save up random coins off the street if he had to tho

୨ Your house is huge so you let him stay in a spare room which eventually just becomes his own

୨ Your house also did nothing to help his idea of you being a princess since it was way bigger and more extravagant than anything he could’ve imagined

୨ Your cat(s) love him, he’s a little overwhelmed at first but after that you’ll always find him with one around/on him

୨ You’re so comfortable fawning over him constantly and he gets pretty embarrassed about it LMAO

Pony

୨ He has a thing for pretty rich girls so this is fitting

୨ Once again, he also assumed you were mean and stuck up

୨ When you guys talked for the first time, he was definitely surprised

୨ You were definitely a bit out of touch with reality, but who cares!!!! You were pretty and nice!!!!

୨ Saw you stand up for one of your greaser friends once and felt his heart skip a beat

୨ Heard through the grapevine (he asked around) that you were enamored with some ‘pretty boy’ and couldn’t stop talking about him and he was like “Awww shucks 😞”

୨ He became extremely confused and denied it when Two and Johnny kept saying it was him after they saw you two interact at school

୨ He finally picked up on the heavy flirting one day and was like “…OHHHH”

୨ Whenever you get excited about something, he has a hard time understanding you since you start talking so fast and freaking out, but he just watches with a lovesick grin

୨ Your sass put together is on another level

୨ It scares Darry.

୨ And Steve.

୨ Back to the point I made earlier, you’d stand up for him about his status no matter what

୨ So in love it’s nasty

୨ Everyone in the gang is confused about how he bagged you especially considering he’s the youngest

[dreamwritesimagines]

Garden of Secrets [31] - Chamomile

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Thanks so much to @theskytraveler​ for helping me with the chapter!

Summary: A ballroom can be a place of reconciliation.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of trauma and violence.

Word Count: 4400

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The following days after that night were interesting.

Granted things were still quite tense between you two, but perhaps because now you knew that neither of you wanted to walk away from this no matter how terrible that fight had been, there was also an unspoken agreement of peace. 

You passed by the hallway, fixing your gloves as you went downstairs and as soon as you reached the foyer, you saw Benedict entering the house.

“Husband,” you greeted him in a half joking manner as you walked past him, ignoring the way your heart skipped a beat.

“Wife,” he joked back, making you bite down on your smile but you stopped dead on your tracks as the thought hit you, and you turned around.

“Benedict wait,” you said, making him stop at the bottom of the stairs before he turned around as well to look at you.

“Yes?”

“We have the Coleshill ball tonight,” you said. “Don’t forget.”

“I haven’t,” he assured you. “At eight, I know. Are we going together?”

“I’ll be back before evening,” you said, shifting your weight. “So we can.”

He nodded and you cleared your throat, motioning at him.

“I mean if it’s fine with you, that is.”

“It’s fine—of course it’s fine,” he said quickly. “I just asked because you’re leaving, so…”

“To my uncle’s,” you replied and offered him a small smile. “Any luck with Lottie?”

“Not at all,” he said with a sigh. “And you?”

“I went there yesterday, she just sent a maid downstairs to tell me she was ill so she ‘couldn’t talk to me’,” you used air quotes and Benedict hummed.

“Same here,” he said. “Anthony says he saw her for a moment, she went to the drawing room to tell him she didn’t want to talk to him, and went straight back to her room.”  

“So she’s not speaking to any of us,” you clicked her tongue. “Great. I’ll talk to her during tonight’s ball, it’s fine.”

“You sound confident.”

“I try,” you murmured. “But if I get to talk to her, I’ll tell her the truth. Just so you know.”

“I doubt we have much of a choice on that, she already knows the general idea,” he commented and you shifted your weight.

“Sorry about that,” you said. “I really didn’t know she was there. I was arguing with Josie, and…”

“Not your fault,” he said, waving a hand in the air. “Don’t worry about it. And Josie?”

“She’ll come around,” you said. “By the way, if she knows then Bess knows as well. And probably Andrew.”

“Alright,” he said and cleared his throat. “I was thinking maybe I should talk to Josie.”

Your eyes widened. “What?” you asked. “Why on earth would you do that?”

“I think she’d want an explanation about this whole thing.”

“Josie isn’t the type to listen to explanations.”

“I’ll try anyway,” he said and thought for a moment. “I should probably try it with a body armor though.”

“She’s not going to stab you,” you said, and shook your head. “She’s not. She knows better.”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

“Both,” you muttered and took a deep breath. “Just—you know. It’ll be fine but be careful.”

“I will.”

“Also make sure there are witnesses around but it’ll be fine,” you added and he pulled his brows together.

“You are terrible at assuring people.”

“I’m working on it,” you admitted and clapped your hands together, offering him a smile. “It’ll be fine, hooray!”

He paused for a moment and blinked a couple of times, then nodded quite enthusiastically.

“Baby steps,” he said as if trying to encourage you. “We’ll get you there.”

You grimaced, making him chuckle and you both stared at each other for a moment, then you frowned, trying to snap out of it.

“Anyway, I’d better go.”

“Right,” Benedict said, shaking his head slightly. “See you when you come back.”  

“Sure thing,” you said and you walked out of the house, then approached the carriage as the coachman opened the door for you.

“Where to, ma’am?”

“My uncle’s house,” you said and got in the carriage. “Thank you.”

                                   *

When you got to your uncle’s house, there was no sign of Teddy or your aunt, and you looked around, then made your way to the closed door of your uncle’s study to knock on it.

“Come in!” he called out and you opened the door to peek your head in.

“Good morning uncle.”

“Oh my Clover is here!” he smiled and got up from his seat. You walked to him to hug him with a laugh.

“Were you busy?”

“Not at all, just going over…” he motioned at his desk. “Never mind. Your aunt and Teddy are outside at the park.”

“Oh that’s alright,” you said. “I was actually hoping I could talk to you?”

“Of course, sit down, sit down!” he said and called for the maid passing by the door, then asked her for some cookies and tea. You sat down on the sofa and he came to take his place on the armchair.

“To what do I owe this wonderful surprise?”

“I need your wisdom.”

“It’s at your service,” he joked as the maid walked in, carrying a tray.

“Thank you,” you said as she placed the cookies and tea on the small coffee table, then curtsied and left the room. You took a sip of your tea and leaned back.

“Any other letters?”

“None,” he said. “As I’ve told you.”

“That’s a relief at least.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” he assured you. “Now, what do you need my wisdom for?”

You looked down at the tea cup in your hand, then raised your glances.

“You and auntie have been married for a long time,” you started. “And auntie says you two fell in love after your first dance.”

“We did,” he said with a smile. “I thought I was dreaming when I first saw her.”

You licked your lips. “And you’re…you still love each other.”

“We do.”

“So you’ve never had a fight or anything right?”

He tilted his head. “Clover, what is this about?”

You took a deep breath, then cleared your throat.

“Hypothetically speaking,” you started. “Let’s say you and auntie had a fight and hypothetically it was a big fight and hypothetically you said things.”

“A lot of hypotheticals.”

“I woke up curious,” you replied and he chuckled.

“Is everything alright between you and Benedict?”

“Sure,” you said. “So? What would you do if that happened?”

He reached out to grab a cookie, then hummed.

“To answer your first question, we did have fights, me and your aunt,” he said and you frowned.

“You have the perfect marriage.”

“Perfect marriages don’t just happen, Clover,” he said. “Especially at the start of the said marriage. Yes we were in love, we still are but it doesn’t mean we didn’t have arguments. Every couple is bound to have them sooner or later.”

“Why did you have a fight?”

“Well, marriage is a huge change in one’s life. Takes a bit of time to get used to,” he said. “The important thing is to never forget how much you love the person you’re married to, no matter what you’re fighting over.”

You pressed your lips together and he gave you a small smile.

“How bad was the fight?”

“I uh—I said things,” you admitted and paused for a moment. “Not necessarily nice things.”

“Ah,” he said. “An apology could work, perhaps?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Did you try?”

“…No,” you said after a beat and sat up straighter. “I have another question.”

“Ask away dear.”

“How did you know?” you asked. “That you were in love with auntie?”

He thought for a couple of seconds, then shrugged his shoulders.

“I suppose I realized that no one else but her made me happier,” he said. “When I imagined my future, anything else was a detail as long as she was there. She was my first thought as I woke up and last thought as I went to sleep and I couldn’t…I couldn’t imagine a scenario where I didn’t have her in my life.”

You blinked a couple of times; the idea was way too familiar to you. You swallowed thickly, then let out a huff of breath and buried your palms into your eyes.

“He loves you,” he said, making you lower your hands. “Anyone could see that. A fight won’t change things as long as you two talk about what happened.”

“That’s not my strongest suit,” you murmured and he chuckled.

“No harm in trying.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Perhaps because it is easy?” he asked. “If you’re wondering the key to a good marriage, it’s knowing when to listen and when to apologize.”

You slipped a little on the sofa and hummed.

“What if I try to apologize and he doesn’t want to hear it?”

“No offense Clover but out of the two of you, I’d say it’s you who doesn’t want to hear apologies and not him.”

You pouted your lips.

“That’s not…” you started to protest, then let out a noise of agreement and shrugged your shoulders. “Yeah, you might be right about that.”

                                  *

Coleshill Ball was an absolute blast. Lord Easton had apparently decided to attend along with Lucy and Henry, and he was instantly surrounded by many people trying to talk to him. He had only had a couple of seconds to greet you and Benedict before his many admirers started talking over each other, eager to have a conversation with him. The orchestra was very talented as well, so everyone seemed to be having fun, dancing and socializing.

Everyone except you, Benedict and Anthony. The three of you found yourselves huddled in the corner of the room while Lottie adamantly ignored you, busy with her conversation with Lord Finney after their dance. Lord Finney hadn’t stopped eyeing Lottie with a small smirk you didn’t like since the end of their dance, and you could swear if you tried to pass by Anthony’s eyesight, you would have dropped dead from a thousand invisible daggers he was glaring at Lord Finney whereas Benedict looked nearly impatient, biting inside his cheek.

“Can I stab him?” you asked to no one in particular and both Benedict and Anthony answered at the same time.

“No.”

“Yes.”

You looked up at Benedict. “The head of the family said yes.”

“Now you want to listen to someone?” he asked you. “Not to mention him of all people? You don’t even like him.”

“I’m standing right here Ben.”

“She doesn’t like you Anthony,” Benedict deadpanned without so much as sparing him a glance and you made a face.

“I have no idea what you speak of,” you mused. “I’ve been nothing but nice to Anthony.”

Anthony leaned forward to look at you around Benedict’s arm, a look of disbelief etched in his features. “This is you being nice?”

“You’re standing here alive and well, so yes.”

Benedict suppressed a laugh, and you took a deep breath, pursing your lips.

“You know what, that’s enough,” you said. “The next dance will not start for a half an hour, I’ll go there and talk to her.”

“And Finney?”

“I’ll threaten him,” you said and Benedict nodded.

“Want me to come with you?”

“I can intimidate people by myself Benedict, have some faith,” you told him and walked away from them to approach Lottie and Lord Finney.

“Lottie,” you said as you reached them. “Good evening.”

She stole a look at you, pouting. “Good evening to you too Mrs. Bridgerton.”

“…Fair enough,” you muttered and nodded in Finney’s direction. “Leave us.”

“Mrs. Bridgerton—”

You turned to him, your eyes narrowing into a cold glare as your voice lowered into a growl.

“I said leave.”

A look of intimidation crossed his eyes and he swallowed thickly, then took a step back and bowed his head before walking away from you both.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Lottie said and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m not interested in being nice,” you commented and gave her a small smile. “Can we talk Lottie? Please?”

Her brows furrowed for a moment, that pout still apparent on her lips.

“Five minutes is all I ask,” you said. “I’d like to explain myself if you’d let me.”

She thought for a moment, then heaved a sigh.

“Fine.”

“Great,” you said, a smile lighting up your face, “Let’s go outside.”

She followed you out of the ballroom and you both stepped outside to the garden. Thankfully there weren’t people around which was no wonder considering how fun the ball was inside, so you approached the nearest bench and sat down, Lottie taking her spot next to you.

“So?” she asked. “If you’re going to tell me any more lies—”

“I’m not,” you cut her off and shook your head. “I’m not going to lie to you, and I’m sorry that I did. I really am.”

That seemed to take her by surprise and she frowned slightly.

“And I know you heard my and Josie’s argument but I don’t think of you gullible or anything, it was just something I said because I was frustrated with Josie and the whole thing. I hope you know that.”

She nodded and thought for a moment.

“Tell me everything,” she said. “From the very beginning.”

So you did. If anything, it was such a relief that you felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, and when you were finished a silence fell upon you both before Lottie let out a breath.

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Exactly. You know what the ton thinks of me, they say Benedict married me because I trapped him or lured him away from you, or I planned it—”

“That’s not true.”

“And if they thought a scandal happened, you know what they would say about me,” you said. “So we told no one. The only reason we told Anthony was because he—he needed to know, considering everything. As I said, even my family doesn’t know.”

“Did you not trust me?”

“That’s not the reason,” you shook your head. “Lottie, you were so happy for us. I just couldn’t…I couldn’t bring myself to disappoint you and I’m sure Benedict feels the same.”

“You could never disappoint me,” she said. “I was just—I was sad.”

“I know.”

She nibbled on her lip and took a deep breath.

“Well,” she said. “At least it’s a relief that it wasn’t all a lie.”

“What?”

“Benedict and you have a love marriage.”

You raised your brows. “Uh, Lottie—”

“You two got married because you were caught kissing.”

“That’s lust Lottie, not love,” you said in a haste and she rolled her eyes at you.

“You honestly can’t see how he looks at you?” she asked. “Or how you look at him?”

Your heart skipped a beat and you sat up straighter. “Well because we had to pretend to be in love—”

“No one is that good of a pretender,” she said. “Not even you. And I’ve known Benedict for a long time, so I’d be able to tell if he were in fact pretending. It’s alright if you can’t see it yet, but I will be here to say I told you so when you finally realize that it is in fact a love marriage.”

You tried to swallow the nervous lump in your throat and averted your glances.

“Benedict and I are…” you trailed off. “We’re bound.”

“By marriage?”

“By fate.”

“By your hearts as well,” she pointed out and smiled at you, then pulled you into a hug. You hugged her back, and heaved a sigh when she pulled back.

“I’d better go, otherwise my next dance partner will assume I’m avoiding him,” she sighed and stood up. “Are you coming?”

“I think I’ll get some fresh air, it helps me think,” you said. “But I could also intimidate your next dance partner if you’d like.”

“I don’t wish to be rude,” she told you with a giggle and you saw Anthony stepping out of the house, making you tilt your head. Lottie turned around as he made his way to you.

“Charlotte, can we—?”

“No because I’m still angry at you,” Lottie said. “And I’m angry at Benny too, make sure to tell him that please.”

You pressed your lips together to contain your laughter at Anthony’s puzzled expression, but before he could say anything, Lottie stuck her nose in the air and walked past him to go back into the house. Anthony threw his head back and heaved a sigh while you leaned back, resting your elbows on the back of the bench.

“She forgave you?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

“And she refuses to talk to me.”

“I have a more charming personality than you do.”

“Not really,” he said. “I mean just because your marriage is turbulent, doesn’t mean you should go around making others’ the same as well.”

You pulled your brows together in confusion. “You’re not married, in case it has escaped your notice.”

“I could’ve been,” he pointed out, “if I could get some spare time from the string of scandals you all throw at me. First you and Benedict, then Daphne and Simon, and now Colin wants to marry Miss Marina.”

“Wait really?” you asked. “It feels like yesterday he was getting all nervous to even talk to her. They grow up so fast.”

“Colin is older than you, Y/N.”

“That’s irrelevant,” you said and he came to sit beside you.

“So yeah, if everyone could stop for a moment to let me at least court Charlotte without getting in the way, it would be much appreciated.”

You smiled slightly and shrugged your shoulders.

“Patience is a virtue they say,” you said. “Perhaps waiting patiently will teach you a valuable lesson in the meantime.”

He scoffed. “Have you ever waited patiently for anything?”

“I’ve been waiting patiently for this conversation to end ever since you opened your mouth,” you retorted and rolled your eyes. “But if anything, she wants to marry you too.”

He turned to you, hope shining in his eyes. “She said that?”

“She mentioned it, yes,” you said. “So until she decides to forgive you, send her flowers, proclaim your undying love on a bent knee, whatever it is that in love people do.”

He nodded slowly, then cleared his throat.

“Speaking of that,” he said. “Is everything okay between Benedict and you?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” you said and stole a glance at him. “What did he tell you?”

“He mentioned that you two had an argument but judging by the tortured look on his face for the last weeks up until a couple of days ago, I’d say it’s something more than a simple argument.”

You bit on your nail, keeping your gaze on the house.

“I’m not very pleasant when I’m angry,” you said and he raised his brows.

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re not very pleasant when you’re not angry either,” he stated and you turned your head to make a face at him.

“I would say I’m more pleasant than you but let’s be honest, it’s not like you’re setting a high standard there” you told him, making his lips twitch in amusement.

“Fair enough,” he said. “But just so you know; whatever it is that is bothering you, whatever happened between you and Benedict, if my help is needed in any way it’s at your service.”

You blinked a couple of times, furrowing your brows.

“…Why?”

“Because you’re family.”

A tentative smile curled your lips and your eyes darted over his face to get a hint of insincerity, but it wasn’t there.

“Thank you,” you mumbled after a pause and he shook his head.

“Don’t mention it,” he said and you saw Benedict stepping outside. Anthony turned to look at him, then stood up.

“I’ll try my chances to talk to Charlotte,” he said and walked away from you, passing by Benedict to get in the house. Benedict put his hands in his pockets and approached you.

“Hello there.”

“Hello,” you said and stuck your nose in the air in an exaggerated smug manner. “Lottie forgave me.”

He tilted his head. “Really?”

“Yes but she’s still angry at you and Anthony,” you said and he hummed.

“That explains why she glared at me when she got back in the ballroom just now.”

You grinned. “I’ll put in a good word for you.”

“I appreciate that,” he said with a chuckle and motioned at the bench. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” you said and he sat beside you, making you bite down on your lip, stealing a look at him.

“Ben?”

“Hm?”

“I’m…” you paused for a moment, your heart climbing up to your throat in nervousness, making you take a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”

A look of surprise crossed his face and you sat up straighter, turning to see him better.

“I don’t…I don’t really pay attention to the words I say when I’m angry, which is no excuse but—I’m working on it,” you said, nodding as if trying to encourage yourself. “And I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean any of that.”

A soft light appeared in his eyes and he nodded.

“Your apology is heard and accepted,” he quoted you, making you frown in doubt.

“That easily?”

“Mm hm,” he said. “That easily.”

“I would’ve made me suffer more.”

“Good thing we’re complete opposites then,” he said and you bit back a smile.

“Good thing for me at the very least,” you commented as the beginning notes of the orchestra’s dance tune reached your ears. Benedict stole a look at you.

“Do you want to dance?”

“I don’t feel like going back inside,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. “Too crowded.”

“Who said we needed to go back inside?” he asked as he stood up to offer his hand. A scoff of laughter escaped from your mouth, and your eyes went from his hand up to his face to see whether he was jesting or not. That playful lopsided grin curled his lips as you placed your hand in his, and he pulled you up to your feet.

“You’re not serious.”

“Oh I absolutely am,” he said as he entwined his fingers with yours and you let him twirl you before he pulled you closer, a giggle climbing up your throat despite you trying to repress it.

You two were standing much closer than this dance -or any dance- required, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You rested a hand on his broad chest, feeling the thrumming of his heart underneath your fingertips and he sneaked an arm around your waist, burying his nose into your hair while you two swayed slowly with the tune.

“I missed this,” Benedict murmured into your hair and you closed your eyes for a moment, inhaling his pleasant scent as discreetly as you could, all your senses full of him.

“Dancing?”

“Holding you,” he said softly and you smiled, opening your eyes but not pulling back.

“It’s peaceful,” you whispered and he hummed, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, the simple gesture making your stomach do a happy flip.

“It is.”

“I missed it too,” you admitted, your voice quiet. “It’s been—”

“Hey lovebirds!” Henry’s voice cut through you and you pulled back, both you and Benedict turning to look at him. Lucy elbowed Henry.

“I told you not to interrupt!”

“They can continue that later on,” Henry said as you felt your cheeks burn, shifting your weight before you managed to smile at them.

“Hello.”

“We have a party to catch, come on,” Henry held up an envelope. “Apparently Jane felt like throwing a celebration for the sake of it all of a sudden, Thomas just sent word. You’re both invited as well.”

“Everyone is already there,” Lucy added and Henry grinned.

“Gordon is coming as well—we’ll go get the carriage,” he said and they both walked away from you. Benedict heaved a sigh.

“I don’t think—” you paused for a moment. “I think I’ll skip this one but you should go.”

“Oh no, I don’t have to be there,” he said in a haste and you smiled slightly.

“Benedict,” you said. “Go have fun, it’s been a while. I would’ve come with if it were any other time, but I think I should try to make things better between Lottie and Anthony—don’t tell him I said that.”

He pulled his brows together. “Sorry, you’ll try to make things better between them?”

“Yes.”

“Who are you and what did you do to my wife?”

Your heart skipped a beat at that but you bit back a smile, then heaved a sigh.

“What can I say? I’m very compassionate.”

He shot you a playful look before pointing at the house with his thumb. “Was there something in the lemonade?”

“I feel responsible,” you said. “And I don’t know, he’s—he’s family, so I should just at least try to patch things between them. Put in a good word and such.”

That made him smile before he cleared his throat.

“I don’t have to go, it’s just some party,” he insisted. “I’ll help you.”

“Lottie isn’t talking to you either, I doubt you’d be much of a help,” you reminded him and let out a laugh. “Go. I swear this is not me setting you up for…for a fight in the morning. I’ll make things better between those two and then go home. I doubt I’ll be able to talk to you when we go into that ballroom anyway, no reason for you to come with.”

He thought for a moment. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” you said. “Go have fun. I’ll come with you to the other one, I promise.”

He looked at you as if trying to read your mind and took a deep breath.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll be home early, okay? Definitely before you go to sleep.”

“Alright,” you said. “Well I have a very stubborn friend to convince, so if you’ll excuse me...”

He smiled softly, then held your hand to place a kiss on the back of it, making your heartbeat faster.

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours then.”

“Deal,” you said, your cheeks still burning. “Have fun, give everyone my regards.”

“Good luck with those two,” he said, nodding in the direction of the house before walking away from you and you heaved a sigh, then licked your lips.

“Alright,” you muttered, painfully aware of the smile on your face as you made your way to the house. “This should be interesting.”

Chapter 32

[fawnlotties]

band nat x groupie reader!! she’d probably spot you at one of her shows and would let you skip the line to meet her

but anyways she’d 100% sign your boobs if you asked her - 🍒

YES. YES YES A MILLION TIMES YES.

she knows that it’s against her best interest to involve herself with any fan. her management has told her countless times that her flirting will get her in trouble someday - but she’d risk it for pussy, honestly.

you hadn’t exactly intended to leave this gig as one of her band’s groupies but the moment you lock eyes with nat from your place in the queue along the sidewalk, it’s become your ultimate goal. you were waiting with a smaller group of fans to see the band’s van pull up behind the venue, and maybe it’s the mass hysteria or your hormones but you swear that nat stares at you for a good ten seconds. others around you claim the same thing but you know it was meant for you.

you weren’t anywhere near the front for the actual gig, meaning that waiting out front of the stage door was your last chance. it didn’t matter that you were towards the back of the crowd, because the moment that the group of girls emerges, there’s a guard clad in all black ushering you right to the front.

nat stands in all her smokey-eyed glory and even though she’s shorter than you, you feel like you could die. nat isn’t being coy about things either - her eyes are all over your chest and your neck and you don’t think it’s just ‘cause of her height. so with the last of your confidence you tug down your all-too tight tank, nipples dangerously close to flashing both the other girls and the crowd, and ask as sweetly as you can for her signature.

nat is thanking her lucky stars as the cool sharpie scribbles across the skin of the top of your breasts, not able to help her smirk. you’re too stunned, gaze trained entirely on how close her face was to your tits - then she was pulling away with a wink. you’re disappointed at the lack of a selfie or even being able to introduce yourself, but as the crowd swallows you and you finally gaze down at the markings on your chest, you notice a group of numbers scribbled hastily underneath her signature. oh shit.

nat was more than pleased to see how eager you were to adapt to the lifestyle. the first time she sneaks you onto her tour bus the other girls freak, lottie jealously exclaiming that none of the other girls were allowed to bring someone back, why was she?! but you were a sight for sore eyes, so their complaints soon faded. especially when lottie gained a soft spot for your best friend who you’d bring along to gigs…

you were nat’s shadow, almost. anywhere she was you were. tour bus, green room, backstage, even at airports disguised in a stupid all-black outfit that made you look like some kind of weirdo spy. but it was all worth it when nat would drag you back to their hotel after a gig, sweaty and worked up, claiming that she only has eyes for you as she bites at your neck. her makeup is even more smudged than usual as she details how fucking good you looked in the crowd lighting, lipstick smeared on the joint you share, and on your lips when you shotgun into her mouth.

of course you get shit from other nat-obsessed fans. your paparazzi pictures snapped with the girls at clubs were like some 2000s tabloid cliche but honestly? it made things even more fun. it didn’t matter how whirlwind or dysfunctional being nat’s groupie was, every single worry simply ceased to exist when her face was buried between your tits :3

side note - @deerlottie ‘s rockstar nat bot was the first ever nat bot i spoke to and im convinced it changed my brain chemistry. genuinely So Hot i think abt it Daily 🎀

[amavaria]

Toxic yuri OCs finally have finished refs 🛐

Esther Durless

Charlotte Barbieri (Lottie)

Esther is an undead thylacine from the early 20th century who was resurrected after a fatal decapitation by mysterious means. Her body now frozen in time, she has wandered the living world for decades, switching places every few years, and hiding her true identity by posing as an exotic canine. She's a big mystery.

Charlotte, or Lottie as she likes to go by, is your average student working at a veterinary clinic. She's a bit of an airhead and wears her heart on her sleeve, she cares deeply for the people around her and tries her best to keep them happy even if it costs her sanity. She currently lives alone in an apartment that her dad is renting for her.

Esther runs a taxidermy business. She meets Lottie at the vet clinic where she appeared to offer her services to grieving pet owners. Esther starts to become obsessed with the little doe and her perfect fur coat, unsure if she wants to keep her cages, eat her or turn her into a taxidermy to preserve her beauty forever (or all three). In the meantime Lottie just tries to get by and is very confused by the sudden interest this creepy woman is showing her. Things spiral from there.

I don't usually post non-fandom stuff on Tumblr but I'm excited about them! Anyway they're on my toyhouse. (And twitter, I yap more about them there lol)

[madeintheniamh]

I have a request!! Harry and the missus buying Lottie something and Tilly, as a tween, being jealous because she doesn’t get presents like her (like you know at age 11-12 where you want to act all grown up but you’re still a little girl and still kind of enjoy toys and things like that) anywayyy i don’t know if that makes sense 😅💕

this was so cute to write! thank you anon xx

darling, don't you ever grow up

stmf one shot #18

“We’re back!” You and Harry both chorused, rushing through the front doors with your hands full of suitcases and shopping bags. Anne and Tilly were already sat on the stairs awaiting your arrival, as Lottie appeared in the hallway, a glass of squash in her hand. Tilly ran up to Harry straight away, as he peppered her cheeks with kisses. Tilly was always excited whenever he came back from trips abroad- but often timed things to the minute, meaning that if he arrived at home even 5 minutes later than he had told her, she would begin to panic, and scold him for it as soon as she heard his footsteps on the doormat.

“Lottie baby, get over here!” Harry smiled, beckoning her to come closer. “Daddy’s got presents for you!” Tilly, who apparently couldn’t wait, immediately tipped one of the suitcases over and began attempting to unzip it, before Harry looked at you wide eyed remembering what the contents of the bright pink case actually were.

“Whoa, not that one,” You laughed, trying to snatch it out of her grasp before her innocence was ruined by seeing what was actually inside. “This brown one, over here,”

“What brown one?” Tilly moaned, as Harry began to blush. “There’s about 5 brown cases here,”

“He’s never packed light, your Dad,” Anne began to laugh, swatting his back slightly with her hand. “Come here, you bugger,”

“Thanks for looking after them, Mum,” Harry smiled, as he put his arm round her. “I hope they weren’t too much trouble,”

“Not at all, you know I love spending time with the girls,”

Harry began to bend down to the floor as Tilly struggled to unzip the case. Admittedly, you had struggled to get the contents inside in the first place. Harry always promised not to go overboard every-time he bought the girls things back from his travels, but always ended up going overboard anyway. And the girls were becoming that age where the things they were interested in were getting more and more expensive by the week, although he didn’t seem to care.

“Lottie love, this one is yours,” He tried to capture her attention by swinging a huge pink shopping bag at her, as she absentmindedly stared at something that had caught her attention in the window. “Lottie!”

She immediately rushed over and began examining the contents of the bag, eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration as she struggled to waft through the layers of tissue paper in each box. Inside the first one- a huge 18 inch American Girl doll- the one she had been begging for for months- and in the other tiny pink boxes, a few different frilly outfits to match. And then another matching life-size outfit for Lottie to wear.

She smiled deviously.

“Daddy got them all the way from America for you, because we can’t get them here,”

“I thought they ran out of her,” She smiled. “They make different ones every year,”

“Lucky Daddy knows people in New York, hey?” Harry ruffled her brown curly hair.

“Thank you Daddy, I love you,”

“I love you too, sweet girl,” He smiled, puckering up his lips and peppering a kiss to her cheek.

During all the commotion, Tilly too had been opening up her bags of presents. A few sephora bags worth a good few hundred, maybe even a thousand dollars worth of makeup- he hadn’t been paying attention when the cashier had read out the number displayed on the card reader, instead simply just throwing anything pink he found into the basket. You and Harry turned towards her, and surveyed that her lips were now formed into a pout. She groaned slightly, giving her little sister that mean glare she always did when she meant business.

“What’s the matter, Tilly bug?”

She coughed slightly, still staring at Lottie, who was bewildered by her sister’s angry looking expression.

“Nothing, Daddy, I love it,” She said sarcastically.

“Don’t tell me I bought the wrong thing,” Harry laughed, kissing her forehead as she tried to shuffle away slightly, but he pulled her in closer. “Did I?”

She bit her lip for a minute, the frown lines growing on her forehead, which had recently begun to become dotted with a few angry red teenage spots. Tilly was insistent that she was now nearly a teenager, not a child- she had been going through this phase for a couple of years now- yet she still behaved like a child in many different ways. Because although you and Harry always forgot, she was actually only still twelve, and had barely moved into the senior years at her school.

She glared at Harry closely, before crossing her arms.

“I wanted one of those dolls,” She scorned, looking you up and down angrily.

“Don’t be ungrateful, Til,” You moaned. “You said that you were too grown up for them last year,”

“M’not being ungrateful!” She pouted her lips again. “I do like them. But everyone at school said they were for babies, that’s why I said it,” She picked up the doll from Lottie’s box and held it in her arms softly, cradling it as though it was a real person. “I didn’t want to get rid of all of them, I really liked playing with them,” She said, beginning to tear up a bit.

“Oh, baby love, come here,” Harry crooned, holding her shaking frame in his arms as she burst into tears. “You can still be grown up and like dolls, and you can like makeup too, you can like anything you want, and Daddy will try his best to get it for you,”

Tilly was beginning to get to that age where although she was excited about transitioning from a girl into a young woman, she was also secretly terrified about it, although she barely ever admitted that to you and Harry. The period talk had been enough to send her into an anxious frenzy, with her now stashing supplies in her bags and across her bathroom at all times in-case that moment suddenly came. She was still little for a twelve-year-old- she was shorter than you, and her frame was tiny- at times you thought it was too small, but you tried not to say or do anything too much, but she had wanted to look grown so badly. Because all the other girls at school looked so grown up compared to her.

She sobbed softly, but slowed herself down as she breathed in the scent of Harry’s aftershave. They probably sat there for a good ten minutes, as you left them some space and went into the kitchen to stick the kettle on for everyone. You and Harry had only been in the US for a week- but that was a week too long, for Tilly.

“I missed you, Daddy,” she whispered, her tears beginning to slow, mascara forming black circles around her green eyes. “I missed you so much,”

“I missed you too, lovey,” He smiled, as she rested her head under his chin. “Look, you don’t need to act all grown up all the time, okay? Not if you don’t want to. Daddy loves you either way. But don’t grow up too quickly, promise me,”

She held out her pinky finger, as he held out his simultaneously.

“Pinky promise, Daddy,”

“That’s my best girl,” Harry smiled, running circles across her cheek with the back of his fingers. “I love you,”

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thank you to the anon who requested this!!!

as always, if you have any further requests for my dadrry series, my inbox is always open! and I have linked the series masterlist here.

I have raging post concert depression from wembley rn so anything show related (wembley in particular if you can think of it) I would love!!

have a good week and tpwk my loves xx

[pocket-raven]

What's this au you speak of? Can we hear more about it? 👀

👀 You mean my radioapple murder husband au? One moment *screams into the void* YES YES

Okay, So where do I start? Well it does have a name: It's the Foresaken Lovers Au, so any further posts will refer to it as that. If I write it up however, it will have a different name. Haven't figured it out yet though. Anyways some basic details that i wish i could draw because then people might be more interested but for now you get my rambles instead.

Lucifer and Alastor grow up together in New Orleans. Think Tiana and Lottie from Princess and the Frog. But there is a few differences. Like the obvious racism from Lucifer's family/others around them.

Infact Cecelia (Alastor's mum) tells Alastor (who's like.. 5 when he and Lucifer first meet). Not to get too upset if Lucifer doesn't send him any letters.

Also Alastor and Lucifer are essentially childhood sweethearts in this tbh.

Lucifer is pretty much raised by Michael. Michael was a little shit/got into a lot of trouble so the family was like "You can look after your baby brother now" to teach him responsibility

This unfortunately leads to Lucifer actually be infantilized his entire life. Only Alastor and Cecelia treat him like a person and not some delicate Doll.

Now not spoiling the entire plot yet lol. But basically they grow up together. Kind of.

I really don't want to spoil much unless more people ask. But Lucifer is actually the first to kill someone. And doesn't bat an eye when he finds Alastor stabbing his father's body repeatedly. Infact Lucifer gets everything cleaned up and tells Alastor how to dump the body.

They have their first kiss after they dump his body in the bayou-

They don't actually start killing till Cecelia passes away and Alastor is at his breaking point.

Alastor kills, Lucifer cleans up. Thats it. Their both cannibals too

They both die within a week or two of eachother, but don't find eachother for a few months, nearly a year.

Vaggie fell to hell years before Alastor died. So she and Charlie are in a relationship and have opened the hotel already. Charlie is also just Liliths daughter. But they are the reason Alastor and Lucifer find eachother again

I can't think of anything else right now and this is already long, so I'll stop right here. And hope more people are interested lol

[lotties-ashwagandha]

LOTTIE MATTHEWS WITH AN AUTISTIC PARTNER (headcanons)

and as always im prefacing this by saying everyone’s experience with having autism is different and the shit i describe here in terms of having autism is from my own personal experiences as an autistic person. all experiences are valid <3

ok so

^ why do i always start headcanon posts w that omg

anyway

lottie would be rlly educated on autism and she would be rlly open to learning abt new perspectives and experiences i mean she literally makes a living off helping ppl with mental health and wellness so

she would be very mindful of things that are triggering to you or things that make you overwhelmed sensory wise

she would always have an extra pair of sunglasses in her purse for you when you two go out if you’re sensitive to sunlight (like me aahhahq)

would also carry those little foam noise canceling ear plugs yk what im talking abt??? i love those things bro

but anyway she would go above and beyond to make sure you’re always okay and have access to any accommodations you might need

and to be honest girly is probably autistic herself so 🙄

she would always be checking in with you too asking if the lighting is okay or before she buys a new rug or something she would ask you if the texture is okay

also. this woman would nottttt tolerate ableism like she would lecture a bitch so bad

i can also see her trashing autism speaks

also during times you get sensory overload she would be the absolute best person to go to,, would make sure the two of you could be alone somewhere and no one could bother you. if you’d prefer everything to be quiet she would just sit there with you and get you anything you needed and hold you if you wanted,, and if you needed a distraction she would start talking about your special interest or play your favorite music to try to calm you down a little

i am out of ideas but in conclusion i want this woman so bad

i’ll probs update this w more headcanons later so <3

[shiqmns]

Everyone but You

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no crash au

part 2 at some point..

was listening to everyone but you by the front bottoms while writing this so take that as u please!

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shauna shipman—shauna fucking shipman, like #6 on the WHS soccer team, jackie taylor’s bestfriend—bitch to everyone except apparently you is pulling you away from a party, you!—

how the fuck did this happen?

lunch 3 days pre-party—that’s when things began getting weird, lottie matthew’s (who to the general public of Wiskayok high—is the second most popular girl, succeeded by non other than jackie taylor) comes up to you, you’re nose deep in a book, a jane austen book to be specific, and to be really specific ‘Pride and Prejudice’, you’ve got your headphones on, blasting whatever playlist spotify thinks you should listen to when you read consisting of mellow-sad-angsty songs; when suddenly you see a hand waving in front of you, you jump and set the book down before placing one of your headphones off your ear, only to realize it’s lottie matthew’s trying to get your attention. she questions you about your book but you can tell she’s not really interested—anyways, you out of everyone get an invite to some kind of party that she’s throwing on friday, invite by lottie only. you obviously agree—you’d be choosing even more social suicide if you didn’t (you’re already a loser)—with a simple yet unsure “okay” lottie nods and writes her address on your forearm, telling you 8 o’clock on the dot.

what the fuck?

2 days pre-party: vanessa palmer (she’d kill you for calling her that) and taissa turner sit at your lunch table, you don’t think you’ve ever seen one without the other following right behind (usually van following) anyways—tai mentions something about the party, and you simply answer with a “yeah, lottie invited me, i’ll be there” in which van replies with an “oh shit! i didn’t really think lottie would go through with it—you know for sh-“ tai puts her hand over vans mouth before giving a simple awkward smile and muttering a “see you there!”

weird, so fucking weird.

1 more day until the party you think to yourself in non other than english class, which by some weird coincidence you share with #6 of the WHS yellowjackets, shauna shipman. no one really likes her in this class—you don’t know why, i mean she can be abrasive and stick to her guns, but the girl knows her stuff. she’s never been rude to you. always answering anything with sincerity and kindness—why you get this honor? you have no idea. today in english class you pull out yet another jane austen book, this time it’s ‘Emma’, popping your headphones over your head and pressing play on that same spotify shuffle, you don’t even get a page in before you feel a tap on your shoulder, looking up, of course it’s her—shauna shipman, that red flannel on, those shorts—her hair tied up in that low ponytail, her bangs framing her face, her eyes—holy shit her brown eyes, you’d think she couldn’t hurt anything with those eyes—her lips, oh my god—

you’re struck out of your thoughts by her laughing and saying something like “you weren’t listening were you?” with an awkward apology you take your headphones off and set the book down “what’d you say?” you say softly, scared to have any sense of rejection from the harshness you know she’s capable of, but she proves you wrong asking about the book your reading and saying something about “The classics” whatever you’re just astonished that she’s even talking to you and it’s not yelling.

fuck you’re in deep, you think.

the day of the fated party, it’s 7:30 you’re on your way to the matthew’s estate praying and hoping that everything goes fine, even asking the saints to make some exceptions. you roll up and park in the driveway that must span at least an acre, noticing that there are more cars than just yours and the expected soccer team, and that fact alone immediately calms your nerves. 7:55; you make your way to the door and before you can even make an attempt to knock, #9 jackie taylor, opens the door not even making an attempt to look at you before she steps outside, crashing right into you. of course this would happen to you, based purely on instinct you grip onto her waist to keep both of you upright, and of course because why wouldn’t this happen to you? shauna fucking shipman is at the door as it happens—she sees you grabbing onto jackie taylor in broad daylight? nightlight? whatever nothing matters.

why the fuck does this happen to you?

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[oakwave]

Van palmer x reader- tensions rising

Warnings: nothin just a little smooch 16+ babes

Description: enemies to lovers vibes

Words:1200

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hates a strong word and not something I use for just anybody but I do hate one person and that's Van palmer. Her stupid ginger hair and freckles haunt me in my dreams,not at all attractive! Making cringy movie references every time anyone says literally anything, it's sooo annoying! Not at all interesting or cute! But I deal with it for the good of the team, the only thing more annoying then vans movie references is the constant bickering when your trying to play a game of football. Of course I never start it, Van hates me as much as I hate her, if not more so. Me and Natalie are in the locker rooms getting ready to play when Van and tai start snickering as us before barging into me as they walk past, "bitch" I mumble as she moves away from us. "Why do you two hate each other so much anyway, it kinda came out of no where" Natalie speaks. She's kinda right me and Van used to be friends, not even that long ago before she started acting all mean and better then me, i actually started to like her before all this, I assumed it was because she got friends with tai and I became friends with Nat so she just didn't need me anymore but really I'm not sure. "I don't even know she just hates my guts" I reply sounding slightly sadder then I meant to, i dont really want to let Nat into the labyrinth that is mine and vans relationship. "Yeah I'm sure" the blond speaks back sarcastically, looking at me curiously. " guys come on your late!" Jackie shouts through the locker room, saving me from Nats interrogation.

Everyone gathered round coach listening to him tell us about how practice was gonna run, doing a skirmish (meaning a practice game) so we get put into two groups, unfortunately me and nat got split up and she was on vans team, meanwhile tai was on mine. We all got into position and coach martinez blew the whistle. We'd played for a while when I got the ball I'm on attack so I ran with it getting into the box and getting ready to strike, I pretended to kick the ball one way, leading to van leaping towards that side, before moving  and hitting it in the other side of the net, successfully scoring! Everyone on my team ran towards me and cheered whilst tai rolled her eyes and Nat smiled at me. It was all going great until a certain redhead started screaming about how I'm a "fucking cheat" and cant play soccer. Usually this wouldn't have bothered me but come on she's been bitching all day, I walked over to her before saying "god sore looser much?" To the very angry goalie. She started toward me "oh yeah well at least I'm not the one who cries whenever she gets out on a team without her fuck buddy" she screams, making me confused as Nat and Lottie came between us, coach blowing the whistle loudly to get our attention. "Y/l/N, PALMER GO GET CHANGED YOU'RE DONE FOR THE DAY UNTIL YOU CAN WORK AS A TEAM" he booms.

I sigh before heading towards the locker rooms, Van trailing behind me. When we get through the doors I can't help but ask "what did you mean back there about the fuck buddy thing?" I question directed at the red head sat on the bench. "Oh what you think no one can see what's going on between you and Nat" she spits. "Huh?" I say starting to giggle, does she think there's something going on between me and Nat? "We're just friends, honestly" I say. " and for the record I don't cry when we get put on different teams, I just don't like being put on a team with people who hate me with no backup". She looks up at me, now it's her turn to question " your seriously just friends? And what do you mean people who don't like you, has someone said something?" she starts becoming almost protective. "Yeah you Van, and taissa. You've both been pretty mean to me you know". "Yeah well you haven't exactly been the easiest to deal with either", now I can't really argue with that. " okay fair, what even happened to us, we used to be like best friends" I say, feeling a little sad that the girl whom I not only loved as a friend but I really started to like more then that. " I didn't think you like me anymore and to be fair you did kinda replace me with Nat" "not really you kinda replaced me with tai, and anyway didn't you think Nat and i where dating or even just fucking, can I not be friends with you and someone else, or better yet fuck someone else; that's not even interfering with us or our dynamic" i state laughing a little, did she really think I was replacing her?. She stares at the ground before opening her mouth "y/n" she whispers, "Van" I whisper back smiling at her before realising she's being serious. She stands and come closer to me. "I couldn't be friends and think you where messing around with someone else, I got jealous I'm sorry. I started being mean to you because of it and that wasn't fair." She stops and I start to take everything she just said in "I get it if your mad I should've just told you I liked you or kept my feelings to myself and dealt with them this wasn't on you" she finishes. "Van I-I like you too, I was mean to you in retaliation, I didn't want to like you when you where being all sucky" a smile creeps up on her face, "I was kinda sucky huh", "oh absolutely" I state giggling at her. She comes closer to me and holds my waist, I look up at her, resting my hands on her shoulders. " how about we try this again?" She says smirking, "I'd love that I say"closing the gap between us, her soft lips meeting mine. We walk backwards a bit until my back meets the cold metal of the lockers, making me sigh a bit, our lips never leaving each other. Vans hands start to explore my body, untucking my shirt before making their way up my rib cage and meeting my bra. I tangle my hands in her hair, making her groan. "AND here I was thinking you two hated each other" jackie shouts down the locker room, alerting us of her presence and making us pull apart (reluctantly). I wipe my mouth quickly, Van doing the same, feeling my cheeks burn up. "Coach sent me here to make sure you two hadn't torn each other apart, looks like I got here just in time thought right?" "Okayyy enough" van replies going red herself. "Anyway now you've put aside your differences and seem to finally be 'working as a team'" she states using air quotes, " you can come to the last half an hour" Jackie finishes. "Cooool" I say, secretly wishing me and Van could finish what we started. And begin to follow her to the pitch, Van right behind me, both still red, exchanging a final glance.

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Helllloooooo, this one's a little spicier then the last. Let me know you're thoughts requests are open!!! <3.

Part 2 here

First time publishing on tumblr any tips or recommendations welcome <3

Please don’t copy any of my work as it is my own and it is copyrighted thanks xxx

[natssweater]

please watch Yellowjackets before reading

Natalie is such an interesting character

Honestly though, the way she’s the only girl who kind of didn’t go fucking crazy out there. And it all makes it so much easier for the person watching to kind of connect with her. In the very start of Yellowjackets Jackie says that Nat doesn’t care about what anybody thinks, but in reality it’s Natalie’s weakness. The way we can see that as the show goes on (the way she blames herself for things that aren’t even her fault, her dads death etc) is so interesting.

Her death really broke me, she has just gotten better and all. It kind of supports my theory that Lottie’s love interests always end up dying. I mean, first Laura Lee and now Nat.

Anyways I’m really looking forward to see what the third season will be like, we really need some more pre crash content

[louisisalarrie]

Preface with I don’t believe Louis is a dad.

But in response to the anon that suggested a possible way to end bbg. The issue I see with this suggestion is that they would have had to have found out that F was not Louis’ child before J passed for Lottie’s comment to still be true. During this time F was still very young and keeping up the act for his sake doesn’t make as much sense.

Phew, this ended up being my first long post in a while. Anon, welcome to the show!!

So, I think that’s the original way they were going to end bbg in the first place, right? Before J passed, she deleted all photos of F off her Instagram account which is suss as fuck, you know? So the general theory is that it was meant to end around then, then louis was coping with the passing of J, and he didn’t wanna deal with this stunt BS. it just… was gonna be such a huge thing to go through with a bunch of media, while he was grieving and obviously going through a rough time.

So it didn’t end. It just kept rolling through and they kinda ignored it for a bit. But then the reappearance of the kid, I guess, was to keep up appearances until they could just end it when the time was right. But he also didn’t want this to overshadow all the work he was putting in to releases and tours and albums that he had planned. Because, as much as it’s good for it to end (I assume they’ll put a positive spin on louis for it) publicity wise, it would be such a shock to the world and the fandom that it would just overshadow so much. And we all know how hard he’s working on his music and being known for being an artist, after years of stunting and being known for his “relationships”. He values his music and wants to do that over anything.

You could argue that it would push his name out there for more sales, prior to the releases and tours, which it would, but it ultimately will overshadow those releases AND not to mention it will mean he’s going to be on his tomlins-own again, truly upset about the news that it’s not his kid, and will therefore not be okay enough to perform/be releasing music. So it fits to be done at a time where he’s on break, which he will be after festival season, and it’s the perfect time for people to “respect his privacy while going through this hard time” and creates a good comeback story for a new single/album release when it happens. It makes the most sense this way and keeps his name in the papers and a positive spin on him. The end of this year is the perfect time. I hope it happens.

Anyway, more to your point here anon, is that the above only works if he’s found out recently. Now, this news is going to be everywhere, and the general public truly don’t really know about Lottie’s comment or the messy timeline in AOTV and all that bbg stuff. It’s predominantly all fandom chat, and so they could still spin it as fresh without questioning from the general public. But, no matter what they do with it and how the announcement is made and what louis says or a “close source” to him in the paper when it’s happening, it’s gonna not line up to us one way or another.

I mean, his team, along with Harry’s, are focusing so much more on the wider spread of publicity now, that it’s not about convincing us anymore. How many things do we still talk about as weird and messy that happened 10 years ago? Including all the wild bbg stuff? We were loud and caught interest from some GP folks that did end up becoming a larrie or questioning it or whatever, but the GP moves on quick to the next article or big thing and just aren’t as invested in this as we are. They’re not picking up on the little things or keeping up to date. So, yeah.

Anyway, I have a few theories on how this all will end, and I don’t think they’ll be entirely clear with us as it is. But it’s not about us anymore. Back in the day, of course it was - because of all the shit we picked up on in the band, and how loud we were and our investigations and proof etc., they always went the extra mile to prove shit to us too. But this’ll be pretty generalised and they know we’ll just be happy that it’s over. That’s all that matters.

So, yeah. I think it’s been long enough since he’s had the kid that there will be a custody battle of sorts while he doesn’t tour and then she demands him to get a PT and then hooooopefully this is over. I’m still holding out hope. But I think it’ll be just as messy when it ends as when it began.

Thanks anon!!

[lottiepumpkinofficial]

day 19

chap’s 4,5,6

hello hello i’m tired today, before you read i wanna quickly warn that i’ll be mentioning diet culture and fatphobia in this post, you’re welcome to skip this post or scroll past that bit (second comment) if you don’t want to read that - the green text is the end of that bit

“her crescent moon tiara reflecting rainbow light across her face.” we’ve established that lottie is the sun and ellie is the moon, im gonna let you all make of that what you will

“her belly and face had got rounder, her hair longer and fluffier.” okay, i don’t think ive ever said this before, but this little sentence means so much to me. tw- diet culture, fatphobia. so if you haven’t figured out yet, i really relate to lottie, and as a person in a bigger body it made me cry reading this for the first time. often all protagonists are assumed to be thin, especially if they’re meant to be beautiful, and any reference to gaining weight is a bad thing- but for lottie it does not make her even slightly less beautiful or kind or brave or unstoppable. in fact it signifies her literal character growth (thanks jamie im always gonna think about you while mentioning it) and how she’s had a fun summer (despite everything) and that she’s beginning to feel happiness again. anyway that’s my little speech over

“glowing green eyes” hint

the self sacrifice jamie is forced into and forced himself into kills me. don’t go there, don’t ever give up your life for someone else

home. what an interesting concept

i remember reading pip for the first time, learning small tidbits about lottie’s family and trying to piece it together. lottie was too. this poor girl has been through so much

henry pitkin 🩷🩷

painting foreshadowing

“her two royal friends” oh connie, you really hid it right under our noses

ollie trying to get jamie to laugh and failing probably makes him so uncomfortable, he’s already literally said humour is his coping mechanism so imagine your best friend comes to see you for the first time in a year after basically ignoring you so you try to crack a joke so the scary serious guy she’s with lightens up, and he just looks at you. tell me you wouldn’t immediately feel like sinking into the ground

ooh big news ooh big hints oooh shits getting really real

okay i’m clearly feeling sentimental today

[antlerqueer]

Who are your favorite Yellowjackets and why?

I have so much to sayyyyyy! Sorry this took me so long to answer, anon, I was using my laptop to play The Sims and any reply I do longer than a sentence I prefer to do on my laptop.

Shauna & Taissa. My favorite normal women ever!! I love that they are both very selfish in ways that harm their families for the sake of Normal Woman Performance. (Btw, neither of them are getting awards for their performances.) Shauna and Tai both have equal and opposite expressions of their behaviors, with Shauna shrinking herself so much to be invisible and Taissa making herself so visible even to the detriment of herself, her family, and her former teammates. Where Shauna must have felt small coming back from the Wilderness and showed it by truly fitting herself into the life she expected from Jackie, Taissa felt like she had to push forward and fit herself into the life she expected of herself. And after what happened to them... those were tough squeezes. As teens, they also are so similar and lean on each other which I love to see.

They're both dependable, they're both strong, and they both want the best for the people they love. However, they both have very determined inner selves that they're fighting. Shauna's impulses that shift from fucking Jeff to eating slices of Jackie to taking a lover and then whoops killing him, and Taissa's Other Tai situation are gnawing at them. These are turmoils they fear telling anyone about not just because of the wilderness but because they expose their raw nerves.

Adult Misty. I prefer adult!Misty to teen!Misty because I think adult!Misty has honed her skills. teen!Misty cleans up her accidents, adult!Misty isn't leaving any mess behind. She's got a lot more confidence as an adult, and she seems proud of what happened out there. Like when she's talking in their circle "remember that first summer..." and Van's like what is this, fucking summer camp? That's so interesting to me!! teen!Misty we're seeing process everything in real time, which while I understand her motivations/etc and know she's a silly teenager I get frustrated with sometimes. Like part of me is like damn, Crystal/Kristen literally would have forgiven you, but I get your situation.

Teen Natalie. Love to watch her unravel. Love to see it. Love to see her go from being a level-headed person who was already on high alert before the crash so she's operating Par For Course to not being able to handle it anymore. She's so Good, and the wilderness/their situation is truly dragging her for a test run. Ironically, her being so Good is what frustrates me about adult!Natalie. She feels bad when she's supposed to, she's careful when she needs to be, she's saved when she does 3 whole reckless things, and the only thing fighting her is her reputation/people's perception of her. Which, I mean, she could just... not associate with Shauna and Tai who are judgmental of her. Well, that and the trauma, which she was even starting to address and work on as she maintained sobriety. That just wasn't interesting to me.

Van. The unkillable lesbian. The fireproof butch. Lottie's first acolyte. My beloved. Trapped in the 90s, can't wait to see more about adult!Van because we know she had to be some sort of adultified as a teen (we see her having to "parent" her mother in the pilot, so that's one of the things established early on) and now she's stunted due to the plane crash trauma.

Anyway this was probably much longer than necessary but!! ENJOY.

[starlight-lesbians]

More stuff about Lottie while I doodle!

She and Hydra have had a flirtationship going for like a WHILE, neither of them will admit it’s serious (it is they’re obsessed with each other)

He was the first one she met when she was transferred, so they ended up being really close

I modeled Lottie’s personality a bit after Lorelai from Gilmore Girls, she’s energetic, silly, and like insanely loyal. she has a huge heart and worries a lot for other people, her feelings can get hurt a bit easily though. She is pretty flirtatious but in more the cute demure vintage-y way (she’s very cutesy very demure)

She and Hydra bicker about everything in the most oddly flirty way possible. Every argument ends with like zero hostility though, they’re literally just being annoying for fun

Side note when I say they’re insistent that they aren’t serious I mean that they will be making out one minute and then the next they’re claiming to just be friends

However if someone flirts with one of them the other will get jealous and steal them from the conversation lmao

Big little sister energy from her, she serves cunt and makes ill-advised choices

She doesn’t have much interest in racing but takes part anyway when she’s needed to support her friends, she does prefer sitting on the sidelines and watching though

If I had to pick a Broadway/West End actress to play her I’d pick Christy Altomare, Charlie Burn, Kimiko Glenn, or Delaney Guyer

Her vocal tone is pretty bright and expressive, most suited to a soprano 2 kinda

[willkimurashat]

Lottie was a love interest. No offense but why would you want Lottie to break up with her girlfriend to date a male LI? The writers are no longer doing female routes or female friendships. They only let us couple up with one out of the two female LI sprites during the final recoupling. It'd hurt to watch Lottie lose her memory of her girlfriend as she falls in love with Finn. Queer players deserve to have happy queer couples. Broken WLW relationship are not what I'm hoping for. There are so many other female characters we could not romance

My love, why do you make it seem like we’re on different sides here? That’s exactly why I myself am against the whole concept of an all stars season - I don’t want to know my favorite canon li/mc couple broke up and now I have to see them try again in another season of love island. That’s why this concept’s been doomed from the start. But that is also what’s to be expected from a season called All Stars - it’s inevitable that they might bring an islander who was a canon endgame li before. Just because you or I don’t like it doesn’t mean they’re not gonna do it anyway or that there won’t be people who would play and enjoy it.

As for Lottie, I’m not sure where you’re getting that I want her to break up with her girlfriend and start dating a male li or Finn for that matter? If you’re referring to my previous post mentioning Lottie, I assure you it was a joke pointing out that since they revealed 2/4 islanders are Australian they might as well bring back Lottie because at least she is an All Star, not a no-name. I don’t even like Lottie, she’s one of my least favorite characters, but that’s just me - you can romance whoever you want. And just to make it abundantly clear if it wasn’t before, I don’t like this concept for s9, I was always against it even way before it was officially announced.