We Don't Have Enough Lucy Gray Fics Out There!! 😔 Can I Request Something Like They Were Both With

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor, to the toilet seat, from the dining room table, to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink, to the shower, from the front porch, to the balcony, vertically horizontally, quadratic, exponent, algorithmetic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, forward, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back aching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw-dropping, hair pulling teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, over stimulating, vile, sloppy, moan-inducing, heart-wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, blackhole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark-worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcanic erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, hip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail snatching, spectacular, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, malforming, heavenly, devil's tango. please.

GO EASY ON ME

eddie munson x fem!reader

( gif credits to @drogonstone )

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WARNINGS: young pregnancy (19), accidental pregnancy, post-break up, angst (happy ending, i promise!), mentions of potential abortion (doesn’t happen), crying, swearing, verbal fight, car crash metaphor (very brief), both reader and eddie have absent fathers, allusions to sex, jason carver being an asshole.

[ if there’s anything that i’ve missed, let me know! ]

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SUMMARY: finding out you’re pregnant after your breakup with eddie isn’t exactly the best timing.

( not really following the plot of the show but set around season 4 with all the same characters etc. )

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WORD COUNT: 3k

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A/N: i hope you enjoy this! please like, reblog and comment! :) this is a little rushed, but i didn’t want to drag it out too much in case people weren’t interest in too much fluff lol XD

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you could almost remember the last time you and eddie had sex before the breakup. it wasn't exactly anything special or earth-shatteringly romantic, it was basically hurried and strictly fucking, not making love like you used to. just a means to release steam and get off.

that was proven by the lack of words spoken after you both finished, before rolling over to opposite sides of the bed and going to sleep.

but you weren't at all surprised by the lack of talking and intimacy, in fact, you had grown accustomed to it over the past couple of months. to say that you had both drifted would be an understatement. you had hardly shared more that 10 words within that time, simple small talk and questions about dinner and or what the plans were for the day.

with eddie having to repeat his senior year, again, you had graduated last year. you were nineteen and eddie was twenty, you had both met at high school. you were in a band who wrote shitty rock songs and performed them at small bars and events. you weren't popular by any means, but everyone knew who you were and they respected you. you stayed out of their way and they stayed out of yours.

eddie was the complete opposite. he was dramatic, loved causing problems and putting the attention on himself. he revelled in the feeling of eyes on him and loved to rile people up, especially the jocks. but you didn't care about that, you knew you loved him as soon as you met him. he was such a character and you felt pulled in by those dark brown eyes.

he was sweet, the perfect boyfriend. he wasn't boring, he brought new surprises to the table each day, always exciting you. he was caring and protective, always putting you first above the d&d campaigns, above drug deals, above the band. you understood his hobbies and you fully supported them, you were the proudest girlfriend and loved eddie more than words could ever express.

but something happened in the last two months, you had no idea what, but eddie had drifted, he'd been spending extra time at d&d campaigns, spending more time with the guys from the band. it wouldn't have been a problem if he hadn't been missing dates, and hang outs with you. graduation was drawing closer for him, which you completely understood him being busy focusing on all of this, but it wasn't helping your relationship.

he had begun to push you away. you could see it in his eyes that he had slowly lost interest. you spent hours wondering where it all went wrong, what you had done to make him push you away. but it came to nothing.

but a few days after the last time you were intimate, you both decided to call the three-year-long relationship off. you had taken all your stuff from his uncle's trailer, and he's taken his from your house that you shared with your brother. you were absolutely heartbroken, but in the long run, it was probably for the best.

but life wasn't that easy for you, because no less than two weeks after the breakup were you staring at a positive pregnancy test.

it couldn't have been worse timing, but there was no way you would get rid of this baby. the thought had run through your head plenty of times, but you couldn't bring yourself to do that.

after another week of mulling over your options you eventually broke down to your brother and told him everything. him and his girlfriend comforted you as you sobbed the whole night, they promised you that no matter what they would support you and help you.

they had both encouraged you to talk to eddie. you had originally planned to tell him sooner, but he was really hard to get ahold of. you called and he was always busy or he was too tired to meet up, it was hopeless.

you were now fourteen weeks along, and starting to show, thankful for your affinity for oversized clothing and t-shirts which helped hide your situation.

you wore your oversized black sabbath t-shirt when you went to eddie's trailer, you knew he was home because his van was parked outside. you were glad that his uncle worked night shifts, because you didn't really want to do this in front of wayne.

you were mad, furious even, your anger bubbles inside of your chest just begging to be released. you wished things hadn't happened like this, it would've been easier to have found out you were pregnant whilst you were both still dating, not like this.

but you were also angry at eddie for not making an effort to see you these past few weeks. you had called countless times, begging him to meet you just for five minutes to talk, but he was constantly busy. which fuelled your angry knocking on his trailer door, reaching the point of frustration that you couldn't care less if you woke his neighbours.

this was your first time back at his trailer since the breakup, it felt strange, you were used to using your spare key to go there whenever, and just casually strolling in, but you couldn't do that anymore.

when eddie answered the door, he was wearing his hellfire t-shirt and a pair of red plaid pyjama pants. his hair was messy as usual, clearly in need of a hairbrush.

"what do you want?", he groaned, running a hand down his face.

"well you weren't making time to meet me, despite me begging about thirty times," you deadpanned, crossing your arms across your chest.

"i've been busy, y/n. you know that," he rolled his eyes, one hand leaning against the doorframe.

"well, you're not busy now, munson. and we really need to talk," you ducked under his arm, and made your way inside the trailer.

your eyes scanned the room and noticed how little it had changed. you hadn't necessarily expected big change, or eddie and wayne to completely redecorate etc, but you would've thought eddie would've at least taken down the posters you had got him.

you heard the door close behind you and turned to face eddie, who looked utterly exhausted.

"why are you here?", he asked, his voice void of emotion.

"why the hell are you being like this?", you scoffed, crossing your arms again.

"like what?", he scoffed, crossing his arms too.

"so damn hostile, eddie! we loved each other, we were together for three fucking years! as far as i knew, our breakup was mutual, and we could be in the same room without wanting to rip the others head off," you exclaimed exasperatedly.

eddie sighed and stepped a little closer to you, and you tried to read his eyes and body language but it was useless, he was a damn closed book.

"not everything is about you y/n! god, i can be in a bad mood and it doesn't have to be anything to do with you," he argued.

"well, what's wrong?", you asked, almost feeling bad for him before he shut you down again.

"you're not my fucking therapist y/n. why are you here?", he huffed.

"i wanted to talk to you."

"so talk!", he exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air exasperatedly.

"maybe it would be best if i came back at a different time," you sighed, turning to the door.

"there won't be a better time! just say what you needed to say and then leave!", he shouted, causing you to turn around to face him.

this was not the same eddie munson that you fell in love with. he would never talk to you like this, look at you like this, he would never even think of raising his voice at you. this was not the man you wanted to father your unborn child.

"you do know you're the reason that we broke up, right?", you said, fists clenching as you felt that familiar ache in your chest that you've been feeling since you broke up.

eddie only rolled his eyes. "i thought i might be."

"you just shut down completely eddie, you shut me out! you hardly looked at me, or talked to me anymore. i tried to fucking hard, and i got nothing in return from you," you shouted, your nails digging into your palms so hard that you were sure crescent moon shaped indents would be appearing on your skin.

"is that the reason you came here? to yell at me about how i was an awful boyfriend? we'll let me tell you this y/n, you don't know anything. and i am certainly not in the fucking mood for this!", he yelled back.

"i never said you were a terrible boyfriend! you were a perfect boyfriend right up until those last moments, and i don't even know what happened to you, to us. and you're never in the mood, that's the fucking problem!", you argued.

"well, i guess it's a good job we're broken up then."

"you're just fucking impossible eddie. what happened to you, huh? you used to be the sweetest most caring boyfriend ever, and it's like you woke up one morning and chose not to be. where did the man that i love go?", you cried, exhausted with eddie's out of character lack of care.

"it's just life y/n. things change, people change," he ran his hands down his face as he turned away.

you were angry. he wasn't paying any attention and was completely dismissive to you and your feelings.

"don't turn your back on me when i'm talking to you!", you exclaimed.

"you're not even talking, you're fucking yelling! i don't wanna' listen to it, this isn't where you live anymore y/n, so please leave," he spun around to face you, running a hand through his hair.

"i'm not going anywhere until i say what i wanted to say!"

"so fucking say it, then leave! give me some goddamn peace and quiet!", he scoffed.

"you asshole, i'm fucking pregnant!", you shouted.

eddie froze. the kind of stoicalness where his eyes were wide, his lips parted, his heartbeat running a mile a minute. his fists which were balled up at his sides, an anxious habit of his, released. he felt like he had just been hit by a truck, like his ribs were crushed and his lungs punctured and he couldn't breath.

"y-you're...what?", he breathed out, his eyes wide as he stared at your teary form.

"i'm fourteen weeks. i wanted to tell you sooner, but you wouldn't give me a chance," you explained, the date eliminating his first question about the validity of him being the father.

but he also knew you, he knew there was no way you would ever move on that quickly. eddie slumped down onto the couch, his eyes casted to the ground as he slowly blinked, trying to process what had just happened.

"pregnant. you're pregnant...yo- we're having...a baby," he breathed out shakily, his eyes casting up to you as you tugged the fabric of your black sabbath t-shirt tight to your back so he could see the small bump that had begun to form.

he felt his eyes begin to sting as they welled up with tears. when you were together, eddie wanted nothing more than to start a family with you in the future, you had both spoke about your aspirations and future plans during one of your dates. but this wasn't how he wanted it to be.

he didn't hate you, not at all. he could never hate you, you were the one good thing in his life that made him feel like he belonged, that he was significant.

you gently sat on the couch beside him, keeping just under a foot distance between you. you stared at your hands which rested in your lap, just waiting for eddie to say something.

you expected him to yell at you, to call you names, or kick you out. but the words that left his lips stunned you into complete silence.

"i'm sorry."

your head lifted to meet his eyes. the tears now fell freely.

"what?", you spoke, your voice almost a whisper.

"i'm so fucking sorry. i'm so sorry," he began to sob, the damn breaking and all of his emotions overflowing.

you instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he clutched your shirt, his body shaking as it wracked with the sobs. one of your hands smoothed over his hair, the faint smell of cinnamon and apple filling your nose as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. he had clearly just gotten out of his shower before you arrived, still using your shampoo that you left there.

it smelt like home. it felt like home. being in eddie's arms again gave you hope that everything was going to be okay.

the rest of the night, the pair of you just talked about everything. a lot of tears were shed. but you had finally gotten your explanation for the distance before the breakup.

jason carver was the reason. all throughout high school, jason had feelings for you, but you rejected him every time because you was utterly in love with eddie. after graduation, you decided to take a gap year in order to save up money for when you eventually moved away to college. you had a dream of studying law at georgetown, and you had good enough grades and references to do so.

but the problem was, jason wasn't used to not getting what he wanted. so he used his influences to his advantage, he cornered eddie and threatened him that if he didn't break up with you, then he would make sure his fathers friend, the dean of georgetown, wouldn't accept you.

eddie knew he had to. there was no way he was going to risk your future and your dreams. so he started to drift from you, in hopes of making it less painful and questioning that just out of the blue breaking up with you.

eddie sobbed as he told you how sorry he was over and over again, he felt awful for what he done to you.

“i promise, i’m going to do better than both of our father’s. i’m going to be there every step of the way, it means so much to me that you’re giving me this chance,” eddie spoke, his voice breaking a little as the tears still fell. “i’m going to be the best damn father ever.”

“oh eds,” you whispered, wiping away his tears with your thumbs.

he looked up at you, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape as he looked towards your belly.

“can i…?”, he asked, trailing off after you nodded, instantly knowing what he meant.

you gently lifted up your shirt, holding it just beneath your chest which revealed the fourteen week bump. eddie felt more tears begin to roll softly down his cheeks, he looked nervous to touch you. so you took the initiative to carefully pick up his hand and place it on your belly. once his breathing steadied, you removed your hand and watched as he placed the other one carefully beside the one that was already on your belly.

“hi baby, i’m eddie. i’m your…i’m your dad,” he spoke through his tears, his hands caressing your belly so gently in fear that he would hurt you or the baby.

eddie could be quite heavy handed, but he was always so gentle with you, so this was no exception. he leant forward slowly and pressed a small, lingering kiss to your belly.

you bit your lip to prevent the happy tears from falling at eddie’s actions. seeing him like this, so soft and paternal made your heart skip hundreds of beats.

“i can’t wait to meet you peanut, but you’ve got to grow for a bit longer in your mommy’s belly. we both can’t wait to meet you,” he spoke softly, his head still lingering near your belly.

“peanut?”, you asked, a small chuckle slipping past your lips.

eddie looked up at you through his lashes, his soft brown eyes just reminding you once again why you love him so much.

“yeah, it sounds cute,” he shrugged with a small smile.

“hmm…peanut. it’s cute,” you hummed.

eddie began to sit up, your eyes connecting. in that moment, it felt like you were back as your sixteen-year-old self, about to have your first kiss with your lifelong crush.

“can i kiss you, please?”, he whispered, his right hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek.

you looked at his furrowed brows and pursed lips, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and you nodded.

he gently pressed his lips to yours, it felt like nothing had changed. it felt like a cold glass of water on a hot summers day, the first bite of a fresh strawberry, hearing a crowd cheer after a gig. it felt refreshing, but also comforting. he was so soft and delicate, nothing was more comforting than eddie.

you loved him more than life itself.

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twenty-six weeks later, you held a six pound, four ounce baby girl in your arms at hospital. eddie sat on the edge of the bed, tears in his eyes once again as he gently ran his index finger up and down your babies tiny little nose.

“peanut was very fitting,” he spoke up, causing you to look up at his tiredly through your lashes.

eddie simply smiled at you, and his smile was delightfully infectious.

“i love you sweetheart,” he grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“i love you too, eds,” you smiled back, both of you looking back to your beautiful baby girl.

“i love you too, my little peanut. i can’t wait for life with you and your beautiful mommy,” he cooed at your sleeping baby.

I never use my brain I only use my heart

NATALIE SCATORCCIO — 1996 | 2021

I hope you heal from that thing you didn’t think was a big deal but slowly impacted your life significantly.

YELLOWJACKETS 1.03 | 3.04

me all day, every day

He can I request dialogue 2 with Travis where reader is getting all sappy and shit when they settle into the cabin

🧡Cabin Fever - Travis Martinez x fem!Reader🧡

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Summary: a quiet conversation at the lake...

Warnings: Convo about Periods, hurt + comfort

Word Count: 1,122

A/N: Hello Loves! I know a handful of you have wanted this, so here he is! Travis is actually a lot harder than I anticipated to write, but that could be because I'm not the greatest at writing men/boys. This turned out a lot angstier than intended, but I think we can all appreciate quality hurt/comfort now and then. Unfortunately though, pretty much all of my Travis requests have quite a hefty amount of angst in them. But that's all I'll say, so As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 🧡

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General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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It had only been a week, maybe more or less, and you were sick of the cabin. It had quickly grown overcrowded and overstimulating, so you now found every opportunity you could to leave and be outside for as long as possible. It had become commonplace for you to wander all day and not come back till nightfall. Today, however, you'd found some peace at the lake. It started as a trip to get more water for back at the cabin, only to turn into an impromptu bath and swim. You'd grown desperate for some semblance of feeling clean again. But now you'd finished and were drying off on the shore.

“You’ve been gone all day,” a rough voice said behind you, though you didn’t turn. You only shrugged, arms wrapped around your knees as the waterline lapped at the rocky terrain under you and your toes. You hadn’t felt like putting your shoes back on just yet.

“It's getting crowded over there. I need to clear my head sometimes” you mumbled, eyes transfixed on a particularly shiny stone near your feet. Travis didn’t sit beside you, choosing to stand with his hands in his pockets.

“Mind bringing me along when you get away next time?” he asked. You chuckled.

“Is all the period talk getting to be too much for you?” you looked up at him, tilting your head and covering your eyes with your hand to keep the sun away. You were starting to regret not bringing those sunglasses your mother suggested.

“What, you on it too?” he griped. After a pause, you let out a snorting laugh at him. It had your stomach churning and you had to lie down on your back, arm covering your eyes as you grinned.

“Hey, better get used to it, T-man. I have a feeling it’s gonna be a minute before we get out of here,” you heard the stones beside you shuffle as he took a seat.

“I don’t hope that’s not the case,” he mumbled. You peeked out from under your arm to get a good look at him. He looked tired and out of it. You knew Travis well. You used to play little league soccer together when you were 6. His dad had been the coach then too. Honestly, that had been the only reason you played soccer now in high school. You lost some of that relationship with him over time. It was strange, his sudden interest in you. You always thought he kind of resented you for whatever reason. He’d grown up a lot though, you noted.

“Why? Can't stand being the only man with a bunch of women? Isn't that like, every guy's dream?” you hummed, covering your eyes again. You heard him scoff and shuffle his feet on the rocks.

“Yeah, maybe, but they haven't considered what comes with being around a bunch of girls,”

“What? Travis can’t handle a little girl talk?” you teased. He sighed heavily, grumbling under his breath.

“Maybe not constant girl talk, no,” you chuckled at that some and decided to sit up again. “is that why you always leave?”

“What? Because of girl talk?” he nodded. You shook your head. “No, I'm used to it. It's just locker room stuff at this point,” Travis wrinkled his nose and grimaced.

“You talk about your periods and stuff together?” he seemed quite surprised. Your brows raised and you nodded.

“I mean, what did you think we talked about?” you could see the formings of an embarrassed blush heat the apples of his cheeks.

“I dunno, I thought you talked about boys or something. Like magazines maybe, I dunno,” you began to laugh again.

“I mean, sure, we do, but that's not all we talk about,” he continued to frown and looked away, piercing his lips.

“Whatever. I just didn’t think I’d have to hear so much about it,” he grumbled. You laughed again, looking out onto the lake with a lackluster smile.

“You sound like your dad, you know that?” you said without putting any thought behind it. Upon realizing you felt yourself cringe, sucking in a breath between your teeth. You expected Travis to throw himself into a rage, scream at you to shut the fuck up, and not mention his father, now dead a buried by the crash sight which felt long forgotten by now. But he didn’t. He stayed quiet, staring down at his shoes with a crease in his brow and a frown on his lips.

“ugh, don’t remind me,” was all he managed to say through fumbling teeth. You began to apologize but he shook his head, his eyes turning up and looking at you. “Don’t. It’s fine,” his voice faltered, letting you know that it wasn’t fine. But you weren't going to press any more than you had already. He went quiet again and you chewed at your lip.

“You know, he was a pretty shit dad,” he said eventually, his eyes transfixed on the open air of the lake. You watched, keeping your words to yourself. “I’m pretty sure he was cheating on my mom or something. I don’t know though. He wouldn’t fess up to me and no one told me what was happening,” he took a long sniff in, his lip twitching.

“I used to wish he’d just leave. Maybe then Mom would be happy. But now he’s gone, and I just-” he trailed off shaking his head with parted lips. He didn’t go on from there and you couldn't find any words, so you did the only thing you could think of and reached out, your fingertips brushing over his spin. He jumped and you hesitated, but when he looked up to meet your gaze, tears forming in his eyes with a quivering lip you couldn’t help the way your gaze softened.

You reached out your other hand, brushing your fingers over his cheek as you moved forward, hesitantly enveloping him in your arms. His nose and face found the crook where your neck met your shoulder as one of your arms snaked around his shoulder while the other slipped to cradle the back of his neck. He began to quiver in your arms. He wrapped his arms around your shoulder and waist, squeezing tight for as much support as he could get from you. You felt tears run down your shoulder, wetting your shirt as he sniffled and cried. Your fingertips tangled in his growing hair and you breathed him in as tears sting your eyes now.

“It’s gonna be ok…” was all you could muster. If you believed that or not, you didn't know, but it was what you both needed, even if it was only for a moment.

💚Lottie Matthews SFW Alphabet💚

💚Read the NSFW Alphabet here!💚

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Warnings: Nope! All safe/fluff, mention of alcohol though

Word Count: 2,278

A/N: Hello Loves! Back again with more for Lottie! This time it's her SFW alphabter! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!💚

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Lottie does what I call quiet affection. She’s not into extravagance or making a huge display out of things and she never has. She prefers keeping your love private, but don’t mistake that for her keeping you secret! On the contrary, she’s very upfront about her marital status with others, it's just not all out and in your face. Her love languages are acts of service and touch for sure. She’s always got a hand on you in some way when she can help it and its very common to come home to her having done or actively doing a chore for you that she knows youve been dreading

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As an adult, she doesn't seem like the best friend type. But as a teenager, she was the classic outgoing girl's best friend. She loved doing each other's nails, watching corny movies late at night with popcorn, and having sleepovers. She loves those moments of girlhood but craves them still as an adult. If she did make an adult best friend, in some way I think she’d try and reclaim and relive that feeling, as childish as it might make her feel

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Lottie is a huge cuddler. She loves being tangled up in you, face to face so she can press you into her chest and she can rest her chin on top of your head. She loves snuggling up under blankets with you to watch tv or a movie ans sneakily sliding her hand up your top 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Lottie adores domestic life. She loves mundane tasks like cooking and cleaning, especially when she can do those tasks for you. She enjoys the praise she gets and the relaxation she can feel in your body from having done a task for you. She doesn’t like living alone, so moving in together would be suggested and welcomed quite early. She loves sharing her space with you. She’s the type to want to go the whole ten miles. Living together, getting married, and having kids. She wants to give her kids some of the childhood wonder she worries she missed out on

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think she’d be shattered. I genuinely don’t know how she’d do it because I see her as someone as an adult who’s so careful with dating, that she’s only getting into a serious relationship when she feels she’s found the one. If she felt like she had to leave, it would likely be because she worried she was weighing you down. There would be a lot of tears and drama and she’d feel awful, but she firmly believes in the phrase “If you love something, let it go”

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

This lady wants to put a ring on your finger so badly! I think she dreamed of a rustic farmhouse wedding as a teenager with all her closest friends and family, and now she envisions that with you both in white, out by her little part of the lake. I could see it taking some time though. She wouldn't want to rush into things and scare you off. She seems like the type to wait till you show obvious interest in big-life changing decisions that she can’t misconstrue, like getting married or having kids

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Lottie is just the most tender girl. She’s so fragile with every touch like she’s afraid of breaking whatever’s in her hands, you included. Sometimes her touch is so soft it feels like she’s only hovering over your skin. You have to remind her that you aren't going to fade away or disappear and she can hold onto you. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Her hugs are warm and enveloping like she’s wrapping you up in a blanket or a bubble made just for the two of you. She gets especially huggy when she’s tired or drunk

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She tries to wait till you say it first but slips up and ends up saying it first. She says it very casually ans naturally too, likely after laughing at some corny joke you make without thinking about it. It takes her a moment to realize she even said it at all, but before she can worry and possibly take it back you assure her you love her too 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I mentioned it in a headcanon request but Lottie is a self-pity type of jealous. She feels very secure in her relationship with you, but if before you established it and she sees someone flirting with you or she’s got something impairing her cognitive thinking skills (best example, she's drunk) she becomes a mopy baby, keeping you away not because she’s mad at you but she’s pitying herself 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Like everything Lottie does, there's a warm tenderness behind every one of her kisses. She loves kissing your hands and fingers, or holding onto your hips tight as she kisses your lips, smiling at the taste of you. She loves kissing your nose and the corners of your smile, as well as your thighs, collarbones, and neck. Any exposed skin she can get her hands on she’ll kiss you there, no questions asked

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She’s great with kids! She loves just listening to them talk about the magical worlds that they come up with. I think had she not had all the trauma from the crash, in another life she became an elementary school teacher, maybe teaching between 4th and 6th graders

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lottie is often up first because she’s got things to do, but she always leaves the coffee maker on for you and oftentimes gets some chores done around the house before you get up and she has to start getting to work. On weekends she likes to gently wake you up and bribe you with making breakfast

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

She loves listening to music while cooking dinner, often distracting you to dance and nearly burning whatever you might be cooking because she's just too infatuated with you and your laugh. She also enjoys late-night reading in bed with her glasses on while you cuddle up beside her. Her free hand often trails over your stomach and your side so that she can feel your breathing even out as you fall asleep beside her

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Lottie wouldn’t tell you a lot about the wilderness, at least not in detail. But I think she’d reveal details about her life pre-crash very freely. But her teen years during and post-crash are somewhat of a blur. Once a heavy level of trust is established between the two of you, I think she’d be a lot more open to talking about it, but only when you’re alone ans something reminds her of something that happened out there. She wants you to know what triggers her, what she did out there because she wants to be herself with you and be accepted and taken in full as she is, but that’s extremely hard out of her fear of rejection. It would take quite some time and trial and error, but overall, she feels like one of not the more open out of the yellowjackets when it comes to their time in the wilderness

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She’s extremely patient, especially with you. They’re a very strong line of communication between the two of you, so it’s very hard to upset one another. However, if she’s already stressed, small things that other people do can tend to set her off. It’s pretty easy to catch these triggers, but settling her down again when she’s upset can be a challenge. She always feels bad after getting upset with someone but you assure her it’s alright end encourage her to apologize and communicate what she may have been feeling

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

Lottie’s mind is a steal trap. She remembers absolutely everything without even trying, but she doesn’t brag about it. She hopes that you don’t notice it

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

She often fondly thinks about watching you in her garden, admiring all her different plants as the sun shone down on you from above, illuminating the color in your cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes. At that moment, she realized just how beautiful she truly found you

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She’s protective, but not in the way that she’ll get physically violent or aggressive with someone who’d bother you. She’s more concerned with getting you out of a bad situation than interfering with the perpetrator if that makes sense. She’d rather take you away and make sure you're alright because of your her priority. Not some asshole who felt the need to bother you. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Lottie seems like a huge tryhard to me, so she’s gonna try in everything romantically because she wants you both to be satisfied to your fullest in every aspect of her relationship, so if there's something you want, she’ll attempt to achieve it to the best of her capability. But she prefers the small things, like taking her time doing a task for you, or when you try cooking something new for you both or coming home to a new bouquet that you picked from the garden that afternoon

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She’s got a nasty habit of overworking herself, especially into the night. She often wakes up in the night when she’s overwhelmed or stressed and you need to pull her from her computer or the kitchen and back to bed before she wears herself out

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She’s more concerned than you might think. Of course, she’s one to embrace the unique beauty that comes with age, however, sometimes when she notices a few more grey hairs than she expected or new wrinkles forming on her face it can get to her and she can grow concerned. You always tell her that she's always beautiful, even more so with age and she finds comfort in that

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She hates to admit it, but she can be quite clingy. She doesn't like being apart for long and is at her most content when you’re within arms reach of her. Of course, she understands a need for time apart or if you want time for yourself, and that's something she’s willing to work on, but she adores you and at the very least wants to know how your day has been. She always calls if you're apart for a day to check in with you

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I mentioned it before but she’s a big reader. She loves getting her information from books and it's quite common to find her curled up under a blanket in her free time, book in hand with a cup of tea sat beside her, her reading glasses sliding down her nose. But she’s the kind of reader that highlights and annotates her books, regardless of what they’re about. She just likes being able to flip to where she was and read sections to you without having to go on a wild goose chase to find them

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She’s one of those people with the cilantro gene and she hates it, insisting that it tastes like soap. She’s not usually picky with food, but if she tastes cilantro it’s an absolute no

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Lottie twitches in her sleep and she sleep mumbles. She’s very clingy and always has a hand on you when she’s asleep, but she’s an active dreamer and will murmur things under her breath when she’s out cold. Often, when she’s not having nightmares she’ll say all kinds of sweet things. It's very sweet when she takes naps on the couch with you, her head in your lap while you read. She'll hum and smile to herself when you run her fingers through her hair and she’ll nuzzle into your leg. You know shes dreaming about you then

For Yellowjackets, do you write for both the teens and adults versions or just the teens?

i write for both!! you can request whatever you like for the teens and the adults that i have listed! don’t be afraid to send in whatever you like!