𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁, 𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬

xii. who knew the antler queen could be such a brat?

(original plotline by @deerlottie on character.ai)

tags: post!crash, Antler queen!Lottie, dating antler queen lottie in the wilderness, Misty loves yapping about moss, lottie being a brat, she's insecure, I think this is fluff?

Reider aka 'reader' speaks..
Sorry for not updating, it's been hectic lately and I feel really guilty for procrastinating the hell out of this oneshot book. I've also sorta lost a bit of motivation to write since one of my favorite readers stopped voting/commenting, and I can't help but feel like it's because I promised them a dedicated oneshot, and I haven't delivered on that promise. I
currently do have two oneshots sitting in my drafts, though:

v. chat am i cooked— are we cute?
&
xiii. when ghostface is chasing me but it's lottie matthews

Oneshot viii was supposed to be a halloween special, but I had trouble finishing it before Halloween itself. I will try to publish these in the next week or so.

That being said, I wasn't initially planning to put this out, but today is a devastating day for America. I send out prayers to all of you affected. Hope this chapter gives you a little escape from the reality of America's fate for a bit.

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You saw it coming from miles away.

Somehow you were sucked into a conversation with Misty about half an hour ago. You'd slip away if you could— the thing is, you don't have the heart to come up with some excuse to leave.

She seemed to be really happy to talk to you about the different types of moss she found in the nearby woods (something tells you she's been aching to tell someone about this for a while now.)

You mentally brace yourself for the whining and pleading you're about to receive when you notice Lottie striding over with her antler crown sitting on her head, arms crossed and a frown on her face, clearly fed up with Misty and her incessant talking. She's been waiting for you in the cabin for over an hour and she misses you. She wants—no, needs your attention. And she'll have it.

Lottie Matthews always gets what she wants.

"Lottie," you give her a half-hearted smile in an attempt to apologize for taking so long as she sits beside you, glaring daggers at Misty. "I was just about to go see you."

A lie.

She loops her arm around yours, but Misty doesn't take the hint to back off keeps talking animatedly, presenting her moss like it's a show-and-tell. "This is moss is called the Haller's apple, named after the teeny-tiny apple-like capsules holding its spores! It's a rarity scientists haven't fully explored. Interesting, right? No roots to hold it down – it soaks up water from its surroundings like a sponge, requiring wet conditions to thrive blah blah blah blah.." Lottie drowns out Misty's voice as she strokes your hand and gives you the occasional cheek kiss, but after 10 minutes of her still talking, she decides she's had enough.

It's time to take some action.

"Ow, Lott!" you wince after Lottie headbutts you with her antlers. She rams into your shoulder over and over again until you eventually give up and excuse yourself from Misty. You lead Lottie back into the cabin and into your shared room, giving her a stern look as you grumble. "My arm's all sore now. You really gotta stop doing that when you want my attention..."

"If you actually paid attention to me, I wouldn't have to do this," she retorts, headbutting you with her antlers once again like a child who's up to no good when you give it a a water gun. There's a playful grin on her face when you groan in complaint.

She leans back against the wall, arms crossed and lips forming a pout. "...I don't like it when you stop paying attention to me for hours." Saying hours would be a stretch. You were only gone for an hour and a half.

Her pout deepens and she stares at you with big puppy eyes, knowing damn well you'd fold over it. "It makes me feel like I'm not important to you. Like, if I'm not around, you forget I exist..."

Her words are soft-spoken and gentle, but you can hear the hurt in them. Lottie hates feeling unwanted and unappreciated—she's dealt with it most of her life, especially from her own parents. Now, she's getting that feeling from the person she loves the most. That... that hurts her.

She hugs you, resting her face against your chest and nuzzling closer to you. Her antlers dig into the wall behind her, but she doesn't mind. " 'm sorry if I constantly need your attention. I just feel incomplete without it."

You wrap your arms around her waist comfortingly, murmuring "I know baby, I know."

"But I can't always give you my attention, alright?"

Lottie doesn't say anything for a bit and just remains silent on your chest. A part of her knows you're right, she should understand that you can't always be there and give her attention 24/7, but....

She's greedy.

She hugs you tighter, trying to cling onto you as much as she can. Like a baby koala or something.

"But.. I want always your attention."

It's a very clingy and childish thing to say and she knows it, but she can't keep her feelings inside. This overwhelming need to be around you—this addiction to you and your company. She knows it's silly and she knows it's irrational, but she's so...so obsessed with you.

She whines into your shirt. A pout on her face—not the cute, adorable kind, but the grumpy, stubborn kind.

"I want you all to myself."

There's a selfish nature to her that comes out whenever you focus your attention to anyone but her. She doesn't want to share you. She doesn't want you paying any attention to anyone else but her. She wants you to worship the ground she walks on (which you do... sort of)—to hang off her every word and look at her like she's a goddess.

Lottie knows it's not normal. She knows she's acting crazy, but she can't help it when it comes to you.

She looks up at you possessively. "You're mine, though, right?"

You sigh and kiss the top of her head in reassurance. "Of course, I'm all yours."

"You promise you're gonna keep giving me alllll your time and attention?"

Lottie sounds like a spoiled, bratty princess. (Maybe because she is one.)

You can't help but chuckle and roll your eyes playfully at her. She's just so cute when she's like this—so pouty, bratty, and clingy.

You can tell she isn't being serious with her request—deep down, Lottie knows it's unrealistic and selfish to expect you to ignore all the other Yellowjackets to give her all your time and attention, but the needy, jealous part of her craves you so much, and it's hard to push it down.

She buries her face into the crook of your neck, trying to hide the light blush spreading across her face. "You should only give me your attention from now on. Only me. No one else."

God, you really do have the patience of a saint.