#lottie matthews yellowjackets

[moneymartin]

pls shy lottie hcs >__<

🦌- shy!lottie hcs

she was very closed off when she started playing soccer at school fs. i feel like she would probably be afraid of telling ppl she was schizo so she kept that to herself ☹️

as a freshman she probably had a few friends that traveled up with her thru middle school but they barely talked to her at the beginning

she seems like the snarky mean rich girl but in reality she is just a big ol puppy

if you talked to her in class the girl would literally squeak out an answer cause she’s too damn nervous to actually talk to you 😭

instead she passes you little notes. things that say “how have u been? :)” or “the answers are…” and “blah blah blah” whenever the teacher starts talking too much

probably a lot of stupid drawings YET really fucking good ones. not related but i feel like lottie is really good at the arts

when she starts talking to you more though she becomes a little bit more confident. actually using her mouth to talk instead of the notes 💀

she still does it though cause whenever she thinks you look really pretty/handsome she’ll draw a really good picture of you and you keep it forever

then you guys actually start to date. she doesn’t make the first move, obvi but she’s so into you

she makes it really obvious too. holding your hand in the hallways or sticking little envelopes on your locker door that says “from lottie” with a bunch of detailed drawings (flowers and animals) and a stupid doodle of you two together

also she definitely not a good kisser 😭

her shy personality made it a lot harder for her to get into relationships. she never gets to say what she wants to say so she ended up losing a bunch of chances. then you made that move :)!!!!

when you give her a kiss on just the cheek or the forehead she is RED! SO RED IT WON’T EVEN LOOK REAL!

she’d stammer a lot afterwards. maybe thanking you for that and then burying her face into your shoulder cause she’s so embarrassed

BUT when you actually kiss her on the lips for the first time she has no clue what to do. like a lost puppy:(

you help her out by guiding her face and her head so she can do it right

you pull away too so you can tell her what to do with her lips. she’s sooo shy but she wants you to know she’s trying so that you can feel good too >__<

definitely whines and whimpers in between the kiss cause she’s not used to it…

she doesn’t know what to do with her hands too. you guide them to either your hips, your waist, or your butt 😆 she’s afraid to grip but you tell her to :3

when you two finish she is a fucking mess. like she won’t speak, she won’t move, and she won’t even look at you after. like she’s so flustered and embarrassed again and everything like!!!!

SHES SO BABY I’M GOING TO DIE

[angelcakestarlet]

gold rush

van palmer x reader : the yellowjackets catch onto van's crush on their one of their teams cheerleaders

"van!", the whistle catches vans attention across the moist green field. "did you not see the ball coming straight for your god damn head?" coach martinez questions the dazed ginger. "focus come on!" coach blows the whistle to reset before she even gets the chance to get up. van might not be the tallest girl on the team, but she was the perfect pick for goalie. when the ball came towards that net she was a fiery cannon launching to protect the box. after their last game, 0-3, and an undefeated season, people started saying the game was rigged due to the yellowjackets goalie being psychic. while van was no psychic, she had a knack for predicting what her opponent would do next. according to her she "just goes with her gut". however, lately her 'gut' seems a little distracted.

each second van's eyes were not on the girls pursuing the net, they were on the girl's soccer team cheerleaders. particularly, you. van couldn't help simply 'observing' the way your skirt hiked up your soft thighs as you demonstrated your moves to the squad. or the way your ponytail sat high on your head and the sweat slipped down your neck... and that's how she ended up on the floor, soccer ball to the head with a sorry laura lee cowering over her. coach martinez yelling had caught your attention as you peered across the field to spot the redhead laying exasperated in her goalie box. you would be lying if you said you hadn't noticed her initially when you first began cheering for the team. her quick hands and strong calves from all the laps coach made them run around the field before practice. you were always the confident type, not shy when it came to boys, your team mates, and getting what you want. but van had a struck a different chord in you, one you were all too familiar with after watching bound with jennifer tilly and gina gershon in theaters that october. while your van halen and backstreet boys posters covered the fore front of your pink room, corky posters were plastered all over your closet. but corky was a character in a movie, you'd never gotten that feeling at the pit of your stomach from a girl in real life, right? well there was that time in eight grade when you and your friend practiced kissing for the winter formal. but that was one time; until now. that feeling in your stomach kicked in every time you got a look at the goalie and it ticked you off. the one time you wanted to put your cherry lip gloss adorned smile to work your nerves got the best of you. it was nearly winter break now and you had only spoken to van in passing during practice and games. your cheeks stung red recalling the night they won states, "maybe you're our lucky charm out there" she had rushed towards you still pumping adrenaline from the win, you cracked a smile in response before she corrected herself, "you and the rest of the girls of course".

now, you lightly jogged (not wanting to look too concerned) towards her and laura lee. "hey, are you ok? i could hear the ball thump against your head from all the way over there." she leaned up, making eye contact with you and chuckling, "are you calling me a hard head?" her teammates looked back at you two as they reset to their positions. "it was me, i really didn't mean to vanessa honestly!" laura lee apologized frantically. "it's alright laura lee, just go back before coach kicks both our asses". you offer van a hand to help her up, "thanks" she huffs out. at the first attempt of standing she wobbles and makes her way back to the ground, "shit i'm dizzy". "alright look l/n, take her to the nurse please. jackie pose as goalie for now." coach directs his attention to two of you as he notices van's state. you widen your eyes at his request as that feeling kicks in again causing your stomach to churn. you hesitantly agree and help van up once more with her arm propped up on your shoulder. "fuck i hate the nurse, misty quigley is always in there with her." you giggle, "i'm guessing misty is the last thing you want to see right now." "when does anyone want to see misty quigley?" you nod in agreement, every encounter with misty is never something you look forward to. "i can take you to the locker room, i have some pain medicine and water in there if you just want to lay down for a second. without the presence of misty quigley of course." "why thank you, that sounds lovely" she says drowsily accompanied by that silly accent she puts on.

you practically drag van to the locker room and sit her down on the bench by your locker. "i think staring at your locker will only make my headache worse" van snickers referring to your locker decorated in bright pink paint and a big hair bow front and center. "hey, don't make fun of my locker. remember who just saved your life!" you pout at her. "sorry, sorry how could i forget. after all you are the teams lucky charm." she proclaims dramatically. "well is my squad the lucky charm or is it just me, cause if i remember correctly..." van lays down against the bench chuckling, "well you're the only one i pay any attention to at least". you pause while rummaging through your locker for some ibuprofen, turning to face the girl. she looks back at you, "what? hey, are you blushing or did you just get a little heavy handed with the powder today?" you bring your hands to your cheeks and feel the warmth against your skin. "i think you have a concussion van." you dismiss her flirty comments and hand her two ibuprofen and an unopened water bottle. "what makes you say that?" her fingers brushing against yours as she takes the pills, you roll your eyes at her sudden boldness. "you rarely speak to me and now you're saying that you pay attention to me?" the silence in the locker room stiff as you hear her swallow. "what can i say, i find it hard to talk to pretty girls." you stifle a giggle "woah you're totally blushing now, you can't deny it man". you turn to face her a smile plastered on your seemingly flushed face. "this is how you thank me for nursing you back to health?" you raise your eyebrows, "well what do you have in mind miss cheer captain?" she sits up leaning on her arms settled behind her. "stop getting hit in the head so that we make it to nationals." "it's kind of hard not to when you're out there in this little skirt," she takes the end of your pleated skirt between her fingers "what else am i supposed to look at?". if your stomach was churning before, it's like a battalion of butterflies at war in there now. "are you hitting on me, palmer?" you look up at her through your lashes. "would that be so terrible?" her face suddenly (nearly) serious. before you can answer, the door to the locker room swings open, all the girls piling in, sweaty and with dirt covered knees. "so what's the diagnosis, y/n, is she doomed?" nat's voice comes creeping around the corner. you get up quickly, shutting your locker and flattening your skirt. "definitely." van's eyes follow you as you leave. when the door shuts behind you, nat and lottie erupt in laughter. "does she know she is the reason for your little concussion?" they come up behind van, teasing her. "i'm injured, leave me alone!" the goalie rests her head against your pink locker and groans as her team mates share a round of "ooo''s amongst themselves.

thank u for reading :> i think van is super underrated and needs more fics, i love her!!! hope u enjoyed!

[dreary-eyed]

they would of loved ethel cain

[storekn1fe]

season 2 today!!!

[id: photo 1: A digital screenshot redraw of Lottie Matthews from Yellowjackets. She is a girl with tan skin, dark brown, wavy hair, and black eyes. She is wearing a peach dress with short sleeves and an empire waistline, with a pattern of flowers. She is drawn from the waist up, looking slightly down at the viewer with her mouth slightly open and her eyes narrowed. She is putting up a headdress made of silver cloth, leaves and branches, and antlers. She is in the woods, with several trees behind her. The entire scene is lit with an orange glow from a fire.

photo 2: The original screenshot. photo 3: A close-up of Lottie's face. /end id]

[elainiisms]

there is literally nothing in this world more endearing than a girl who is an absolute loser

[cannibalfears]

girls with big sad brown eyes can't be convicted of crimes

[brbarou]

average high school girl soccer team

[boilbluedenim]

when your circle small but y’all all crazy

[valnvy]

i go insane everytime i think about them

[moneymartin]

lottie

[angelcakestarlet]

guys send any requests u have im feeling blocked rn!! :< i’ll write for the bear, the last of us, narcos, yellowjackets, bottoms, etc!!

[lottienathive]

[humanistlaw]

[yoon-seoah]

# lottie looking out for nat <3

[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

and to think that this all happened because laura lee called her piano teacher a cunt

[bobbiedebruyn]

1x01 “Pilot” / 2x04 “Old Wounds”