(I like double chin emojis it’s like- my ✨personal touch✨)
I wanted to put the Barbie in the 12 dancing princesses theme song but idk how to do that..
Anyways :)) (here's my masterlist if you're interested :D)
The requests are opened again :))
Even if my English is not the best, I’ll try my best to write things that could please you :))
But of course there are some rules I’d ask you to follow:
I can write smut but I’m not the best at it and sometimes I just can’t come up with anything (I’ll always try my best to write it ofc)
I only write wlw fics
I can write whatever genre you want (angst, fluff, etc) (read above concerning smut) if you don't want angst please say it, I have an habit of putting angst everywhere lately
I can be very slow to write so please excuse me for that
I can write for the following shows / characters:
Wednesday : Wednesday, Enid
Scream : Tara, Amber, Sam
Yellowjackets : Lottie, Nat, Jackie
Warrior Nun : Ava
Others : Emma Myers, Jenna Ortega
Stranger Things : Max
(If the character / show you want is not here, you can still ask maybe I forgot it / didn’t think about it :)) )
Note: idk I wrote that last night at midnight something’s wrong with me definitely
Warnings: angst, yj typical, cannibalism, violence, abusive parents, deaths, mentions of suicide
English is still not my first langage, there might still be some mistakes :(
The wilderness had been a break in your chaotic life. At first at least. It was a weird thing to say, even to think, because people died in the crash, but for once you felt free.
Your home situation was less than ideal, drunk dad, violent, passive mom… all that in a shitty trailer. No wonder you and Nat got close, you had so much in common.
You’d meet when you both were kids, when both your situations weren’t as bad as it would get. You met Van a bit later too, and all three of you went through it together.
Van started dating Taissa around the same time as you started dating Nat. You trusted each other enough to share this, but never told anyone else. You never know what they might think.
You knew what your dad thought about it. What Nat’s dad would think, if he was still there. Which thank god wasn’t the case. He really had a talent for ruining Nat’s life, even being dead. She’d feel guilty for so long, even if it’s not her fault at all.
You’d comfort her, as much as possible without being outed. You hoped she believed you when you told her it’s not her fault. She didn’t deserve to have her life ruined because of him.
You knew she still had nightmares. They followed her in the wilderness. But at least you could be there. Really be there, without being afraid of anyone seeing you. That made the first weeks better, the freedom. No alcohol, no violence… at first at least.
After Jackie’s death, it wasn’t the same. It was miserable, cold, hungry. Yet you still preferred being here to your home.
Then you ate your friend. And you felt terrible about it. You cried a lot. More than Shauna, which was kind of surprising, she was Jackie’s best friend. Nat brought her remains back to the plane. You would’ve done it with her, but the thought of Jackie, your friend Jackie in that bag… you couldn’t handle it.
After that it all went absolutely nuts. Hunts, more cannibalism… And then those scientists. Rescue. Everyone had gone insane, you *had* to go home. No matter how shitty it was back there, everything here had gone too far. Shauna had gone too far, with her cruel dictatorship.
Thanks to Van, Misty and Natalie, rescue managed to be contacted, but not without another loss.
And finally you were on that plane back home. You prayed it wouldn’t crash, you all did - almost.
When you set foot at the airport, journalists were everywhere. It was overwhelming. The reality of what you’d done out there came crashing to you. If anyone knew you’d all be so so fucked. But none of you would talk, right? You were all in the same situation.
Unsurprisingly your dad wasn’t at the airport. You doubted he even cared you were gone for a year and a half. Your mom thought… you hoped she would be there. She wasn’t.
Still, you came back to that trailer park with Natalie.
She’d kiss you, checking you were really there, really out of the wilderness. Relieved when you kissed back. When you held her face and told her you loved her. When you’d already made plans to make up for the lost time.
She had her life back, and you. What more could she ask for?
She kissed you again, suggested you’d spend the night with her. You wanted to, but you needed to check on your mom. So you’d promise to spend the thousand next nights with her. Cheesy. She’d learn to love it, as much as that damn smile of yours she hadn’t seen in so long. You had a way of making her feel all warm inside.
She’d keep you in her arms for a last kiss, before letting you go.
And oh. How she wished she didn’t.
If only she knew it would be the last time she’d get to kiss you. To hold you. If she knew that the next day, police cars would be all around your trailer. That they’d get you out of there in a bag.
She’d see you briefly at the funerals, in the coffin. They had given you a semblance of life with makeup, but it wasn’t comparable to when you were alive. She could see the wound. It made her insides twist.
She’d go home that day, snorted some drug that still was in her hiding place. Too much. She’d try to join you more than once. It never worked. Sometimes she’d think it’s you looking out for her. She hated it. She wanted to be with you, wherever that might be. Apologize, for not being able to protect you. Because it was her fault wasn’t it?
She’d feel guilty for the rest of her life, think she could’ve saved you. She’d curse every god, everyone, life itself for being so unfair to you. To allow you to survive the wilderness but not your shitty dad the very day you got back.
Even 25 years later, when her turn finally came and she saw you in that damn plane, she couldn’t not say sorry. Sorry to not have insisted. Sorry to not having saved you. Sorry for making you wait so long.
You’d just smile, oh that smile, and tell her it’s okay, like you always did.
fell asleep last night thinking about how this fandom would probably be a lot happier if we could all just accept that Shauna is the main character. everything connects and leads back to her, including the deaths of Nat, Lottie, and Van. she'll probably be the last one standing too.
forgot this happened. literally pushed shauna actually coming out to GET jackie from my brain. brushing her hair out of her face. looking at her with complete and utter adoration. jackie loved that girl to pieces and her dying wish was for her to love jackie back, to hold her and say sweet things and lull her into death.
(wilderness! Lottie Matthews x wilderness sensitive! fem! reader)
Back with another Lottie thingy hehe 🤭 again idk what I did but here you go hope it makes sense 😭
Warnings: s3 spoilers kinda, mention of blood, tasting blood while kissing, mention of Lottie axe murdering someone
Ever since you had found the cabin, you had a bad feeling about it, like something bad happened in this place. That ended up being proven right when Lottie found a dead body in the attic.
Even before that, you spent as much time as possible outside of the cabin, only going in to sleep. The forest was a little more peaceful, the air was less thick, but whatever was in the cabin was still out there.
You didn’t want to alarm anyone so you kept your worries to yourself, just like those weird carving in some trees, the same that were in the attic around the dead guy. Whatever it meant, it couldn’t be good, but again everyone was going through too much to add anything to it.
Then everything went so fast you could barely register it; Lottie started having weird visions, Laura Lee tried to fly an old plane and… well it didn’t end well, then Jackie froze to death, and some of your remaining teammates joined Lottie’s weird rituals.
You didn’t participate in those rituals, rather staying inside with Natalie and Shauna. They didn’t believe in Lottie’s visions, and you said you didn’t either, but truly you weren’t sure.
Sometimes when you were outside, the rustling of the snowy leaves sounded like whispers, the wind felt like it was purposefully blowing around you, like it was trying to go through you and leave something behind.
It was stupid though, right? It’s not like trees could talk or anything…
Yet here you were, in front of a tree with one of those weird carvings, fingers lingering on it. Maybe it was worth a try, whatever Lottie told the others…
You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, like you heard her tell them, listening to the wind, to every sound around you. After a few moments, you started to feel a weird sensation, like something was touching you, to a deeper level than just physically.
The feeling persisted, and you started to hear some kind of whisper. It was difficult to understand, you weren’t even sure you were hearing words, but if you had to associate it to something you knew, it would sound like…
You were suddenly brought back to reality when someone bumps into you — or rather you bumped into them. You blinked a few times, a little confused, to find Lottie in front of you, holding your arms.
You looked around, obviously not in front of the tree anymore, and notice footsteps in the snow, yours.
“Are you okay?”
Lottie’s soft voice made you turn back around to face her.
“You walked straight into me, were you daydreaming?” she continued
“I… yeah I must have been…” you reply, still a little confused as to how you got here.
Lottie could see that there was something more that you weren’t telling her, you seemed preoccupied, more than usual. Her hands slide down your arms to hold your hands.
“Did you… did It talk to you?”
You looked up at her, her eyes soft and… almost hopeful.
“I’m not sure…” you start hesitantly “it was like… like whispers? But it wasn’t really words… more like… like an idea? It’s hard to explain…”
“It’s okay”
Lottie smiled and cupped your face gently, looking deep into your eyes.
“We’ll figure it out together. We’ll start with the morning meeting with the others, and then-“
“No no, wait… I don’t want anyone to know…”
Your words surprised Lottie, and they even surprised yourself to an extent. You didn’t know why you said that, why you didn’t want the others to know. There was just this thing inside you telling you to keep this between the two of you.
“But why…? You’re special, It likes you, talks to you, they should know-“
“Lottie, please…”
Lottie’s smile returned after a bit, and she gave you a little nod.
“Just us then”
She waited for a sign of approval, which you gave, before resting her forehead against yours with a content smile. You could feel her scar against your skin, a little bump, and even when she pulled away, it felt like it was still there, like a sign of the connection between you.
After that, Lottie was always by your side. The morning meetings were the only exception; you had made it clear you didn’t want to participate.
The rest of the time though, she was happily glued to you. It felt right to be with her, like it was where you belonged.
She’d walk with you deep in the forest, away from the cabin and the others. She’d make you sit in the snow, holding your hands, sometimes holding you against her, arms around your waist. She’d help you understand how the wilderness was communicating with you, her soft voice guiding you.
She seemed so happy to have you like that with her, to know that the wilderness liked you as much as she did.
You didn’t seem to make much progress, but it didn’t really matter. It wanted you to be close, that you understood.
You spent the rest of the winter like that, in the forest during the day, sleeping together at night.
Then when spring came, after the cabin burnt, you slept in the same hut. During the day, you’d go to a small clearing you’d found, drinking some tea Lottie made you.
She had lost her connection to the wilderness and was trying to get you to have visions, maybe hoping she would have them too. You’d lay on the ground, head in her lap while she’d stroke your hair.
Even after losing her gift, her presence helped you communicating with It. Without her, the whispers were just indistinct sounds. When she was with you though, they became more clear, like she could filter the sounds.
One day, while you were in that position, you placed a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her down to you until her face was only a few centimeters away from yours. She didn’t say anything, just giving you a curious look.
“It’s okay” you started quietly, pulling her a little closer “It wants us to”
And so you kissed for the first time, there in the middle of the woods. The wind blew around you, a few leaves fell on you two. It was pleased.
So you did it again. And again. And again. It became a kind of ritual, a way to feel closer to each other, and to It.
Maybe you’d lost your mind, kissing her after she just axe murdered someone, his blood all over her face, its taste on your tongue.
To the others, you were definitely too far gone, but they didn’t get it. How could they? They never had her soft lips pressed against theirs, her tongue tasting them (in more ways than one), her fingers on their skin.
They could never understand what you two had. It was more than anything they could imagine, a connection deeper than just physical or emotional. It felt like floating, being transported in a whole other world.
Maybe your connection to the wilderness had something to do with it, maybe not. Either way you didn’t care, as long as you could be forever hers.
(Post rescue! Lottie Matthews x non Yellowjackets! Fem! reader)
You meet lottie at a mental institution you were both sent to, and quickly, a bond creates between you two.
I am back from the dead lol. I don’t know what this is, or if it makes much sense tbh, but yeah I tried something. Title is shit idk 😓 I just love Lottie sm (this was written after watching the very beginning of season 3)
For some reason it was decided that you would have a new cellmate/roommate -you never knew what to call it- and it made you nervous. Charlotte Matthews, that was her name. You’d seen her around, of course. She was hard to miss. But you never tried to talk to her.
Not that you didn’t want to. You did. It did too. And for that exact reason you kept a safe distance between you and her. That being said… you couldn’t help but feel drawn to her.
“Are you okay?”
Her voice brought you back to earth, and you realized you were staring at her while being lost in thoughts.
“Ah- yes, sorry…”
You looked down at your lap where your book rested, hoping she’d go back to journaling or whatever it was she was doing.
This wasn’t a good idea. Both of you in the same room wasn’t a good idea. You knew it because It was content. She seemed like a nice person, you didn’t want her to get hurt.
“You look… preoccupied” she remarked, putting her pencil down
“I’m not” you replied quickly, too quickly to be honest
Even if you weren’t looking at her, you could feel her gaze on you.
“I’m not your enemy you know?”
Her voice was soft, inviting.
“I know”
“Talk to me then. I can help you”
She closed her notebook and put it down in her bed, scooting closer to the edge of the mattress to be closer to you. You want to believe her. But no one can help you.
At your lack of answer, she tried again,
“What led you to ending up here?”
It was a nice way of asking what was wrong with you. You grabbed your bookmark and put it in your book.
“I went caving with a group of people. We thought it was safe but a tunnel collapsed and we got stuck in there for god knows how long”
You paused, trying to find your words and selecting which parts to tell. You didn’t want to talk about It. Whatever It was, you were sure it was with you down there in the caves. And It was not good.
Charlotte was silent, looking at you patiently.
“We barely had any food, and tensions were quick to rise. People died for stupid reasons. We all… did bad things in there. To survive.”
A longer pause. You weren’t sure how to finish your story.
“What happened when you got rescued?” she asked, noticing your struggle
“We didn’t”
“What do you mean?”
Here came the hard part.
“We didn’t get rescued. One day a… another part collapsed. It created a hole. I barely fit through it, but I managed. It lead to the outside. None of the others followed me. I don’t know if they didn’t fit or if it collapsed again after me. But when I found help and told them, they said it was too risky to try to save the others…”
You still felt guilty. Maybe you could’ve helped them out if you had tried to make a bigger path. If you had insisted to try to save them anyways. If you had-
“It’s not your fault”
You heard her words at the same time as you felt her hands holding yours. She was kneeling in front of you, dark brown eyes looking up at you with sympathy.
“You did what you had to do to survive”
You had a weird feeling that she knew how it felt. You looked down at her, your eyes meeting.
You both stayed like that for a moment, in silence, looking in each other’s eyes. Reading in each other’s soul.
You didn’t need words to know. You saw It in her eyes. And she did too.
From that moment on, you got closer to Lottie. Her presence was comforting. Her touch soothing.
You both had your fair share of nightmares at night, and found solace in each other’s arms to the point where there barely was any night where you didn’t sleep in the same bed.
“Can’t sleep?” Lottie finally asked after you shifted in her bed for maybe the twelfth time
You shake you head no.
“Come here”
She pulls you in her arms, a hand on your back, the other in your hair.
“What’s on your mind?” Her voice was soft, as always
You didn’t know what to answer. ‘A lot’ was a little vague. ‘You’ was too honest.
“Nothing” a lie, not much better than the other options
Lottie’s hand went from your hair to the back of your neck, tilting your head up slightly.
“Look at me”
And you did, almost immediately. It was almost amusing to her how quick you always did what she asked. She found it cute.
She took a moment to get lost in your eyes, giving you some time to get lost in hers as well.
You knew she could read you like an open book, but you didn’t mind. It was easier than saying it out loud.
She rested her forehead against yours, the tip of her nose touching yours.
“Stay with me?”
“Always”
You both knew you meant it. This wasn’t like anything either of you had ever experienced. It was natural. It felt right. It would probably come for you both at some point, but at least you’ll be together.
“[Regina being a lesbian] was always my interpretation of it, still is my interpretation of it. It might not be other people’s, and I truly don’t care. It’s mine, and that’s how I feel.” - Reneé Rapp
do you have any preference when it comes to requesting? like detailed versus vague for example? and no worries if i do send a request for beatrice and you can't do it or don't have time!
I don’t have any preference! I’ll take what you have, detailed or not. Just tell me whatever you have in mind how you see it ☺️
