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[vioartemis]

[vioartemis]

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.

[vioartemis]

Forever hers

(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.

[vioartemis]

MORE LOTTIE please 💗

That was planneddd (if I have time to write 😭)

I have like one idea for adult Lottie and maybe a few for teen Lottie, idk if adult Lottie fics are a thing I haven’t seen a lot??

[vioartemis]

Charlotte Matthews

(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.

It was content, for now, and so were you.

[vioartemis]

Hey, you requests open?

They are!

I’ve been busy with school and forgot to write lately but I need to get back to it!! Don’t hesitate to send requests ☺️

[vioartemis]

Me: I watch Mean Girls (2024) for the plot.

The plot:

[vioartemis]

“[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

[vioartemis]

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 ☺️

[vioartemis]

hi! i was wondering if maybe you would be open to write for beatrice from warrior nun?

Hi! I’ve not been writing for a while because of school, but I can try! Do you have anything specific in mind?

[vioartemis]

Did someone here played Until Dawn? I have things to say and I need to talk about it with someone 🥹

[vioartemis]

i finally have hbo so now im watching the sex lives of college girls and LET ME TELL YOU my obsession with leighton murray has gone skyrocket

pleeeaaaseeee writers, make more works for her IM BEGGING

[vioartemis]

fanfic writers, here’s a friendly reminder that you are not less of a writer if you haven’t posted anything in years, you are not less of a writer if your works aren’t as popular as other writers’, you are not less of a writer if some trolls left you rude comments (they either just want your attention or are simply intimidated/threatened by your talent), you are not less of a writer if you write short one-shots instead of a 100k novel-length fanfic, you are not less of a writer if you’re not satisfied with your writing (I promise you it’s so much better than you think, you should be proud of yourself), you are not less of a writer if you’re not comfortable posting any of your works at all.

you are always as valid as any other fellow writers out there.

another reminder: fanfic writing is not a competition, and it’s not a job. don’t put so much pressure on yourself. always remember, the point of writing fanfictions is that we get to have fun, escape reality into the world we create in which we can write anything we want.

it stops being a getaway and a safe place the second we treat writing fanfic as a job or a competition. no, you’re not writing for anybody. you’re writing for you. this world you create is just you and your blorbos. have fun. it’s your getaway.

[vioartemis]

I’m actually spitting my lungs out every five seconds 💀 so writing is a bit hard (still writing in my head tho 🥲)

[vioartemis]

I sick af rn :D so maybe I’ll have time to write cos I can’t go to school like that 😭

I’ve had so many things to do in the past few weeks as my projects got picked to be filmed, but I’m trying to make some time to keep writing 😭🥲

[vioartemis]

Not friends

(Ava Silva x fem! reader)

Summary: Ava can taste freedom for the first time in years, but it's not the same without you... Warnings: none a/n: yes, another Ava fic :) every one of them will have at least a part 2 btw :)) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

A dream. It had to be a dream. Or maybe it was heaven? Whatever it was, Ava accepted it. She could walk here, she finally had a chance to live her life after 12 years stuck in a bed.

Her newfound freedom got her all excited, but something was missing. You were missing.

There hadn't been a day in 12 years were you wouldn't see each other. You would always talk about what you'd do if you could flee the orphanage, where you'd go, what you'd like to see.

And now she could do that. She could do everything you spent years talking about. But she just couldn't leave you alone there.

So there she was again, in the hallways she only ever saw from her wheelchair, trying to stay out of view from the staff while going to your room. As she put her hand on the door handle, she froze.

What if you weren't there? What if -for some reason- you weren't in your room? What would she do without you?

She stayed like that for a moment before shaking her head in hope to brush these thoughts away. When she opened the door, you were laying on your bed, facing the wall, hidden under your blanket.

"Y/n?"

You didn't move, not sure her voice wasn't an hallucination. Ava got closer to you and put her hand on your shoulder.

You turned around at the contact, pissed off at the person who dared disturb you while you were mourning, but as soon as you saw her all trace of annoyance disappeared from your face.

You sat up quickly, ont believing your eyes.

"Ava...?"

"Hi" she smiled

It took you a second to process the information. You hugged her tightly, burying your face against her neck as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"I thought you were dead..." you whispered, not moving from the hug "What happened?"

"I don't really understand yet, but I'm here! And I can walk!"

Even if you couldn't see her face, you knew she had a big smile. She didn't try to break the hug, enjoying every second of it.

You pulled away after a few minutes, wiping your tears away with a little smile. Then you hit her arm playfully.

"You scared me! Don't do that again"

Your comment made her laugh.

"I won't, I promise"

She looked at your face and smiled to herself. You'd been apart one day, and she already missed you like it'd been months.

“What do you think about running away with me?” she asked you, eyes filled with hope “Now we can travel everywhere! We can go to France, or Germany, or wherever you want!”

Her eyes were pleading you to say yes. Your heart was telling you to say yes.

“Of course!” you replied while giving her hand a little squeeze

Your answer brought a bright smile to her face. She hugged you again, relieved and so happy you said yes.

“We should probably go before anyone sees us” you said, getting out of your bed

“Wait! You can’t go out dressed like that”

Ava put a black bag on your bed, in which she had put clothes from the store she phased in a few hours ago.

“You knew I would say yes” you smiled, looking at the clothes “I really hope this team doesn’t suck”

Ava smiled at your comment as she made the same one when she was in the shop.

A blush quickly replaced her smile when you started undressing. She knew she should turn away, but she couldn't take her eyes away from you. You looked ethereal. She was completely mesmerized

"Like what you see? you asked with a little smirk

It made her blush even more and finally look away, causing her to miss the blush that spread across your own cheeks.

"Sorry..."

You smiled at her embarrassed expression, finding her really cute. You finished to put on the sweater she gave you earlier before grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the exit.

"I'm just teasing! C'mon, let's go before anyone sees us"

Your smile was bright and it was clear you were happy to leave this atrocious place. And so was Ava.

Once you were out in the streets she took the lead and guided you to the beach. You both took off your shoes, letting the calm waves hit your feet. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment, how the wind blew your hair away from your face, how the sound of the sea relaxed you...

Suddenly, you felt water splash on your face. You gasped dramatically, opening your eyes to see Ava laughing with her hands in front of her face.

"Oh, you-"

You bent down to splash water on her as well, but she was already running away. You ran after her as fast as you could, determined to catch up to her. You managed to grab her hand after a few meters, but you kept running together until Ava tripped and pulled you down with her when she fell.

You were both lying in the sand, laughing, still holding hands.

Once you caught your breath, your turned your head to the side to look at her. She was so pretty.... Her smile was genuine, her eyes were shinning...

"Thank you for coming back for me" you whispered with a grateful smile

"You really thought I would leave you there?"

"I thought you were dead"

She turned to face you too.

"I'm not dead. Well, maybe I was for a short period of time-" she stopped, seeing your concerned expression "... but I don't know, I'm still not sure of what happened!"

You gave her a worried look for a few more seconds, before sighing.

"Whatever it was, I hope it's not going to bring us any problems"

Clearly you didn't need any external help to have problems. Ava Almost drowning in someone's pool was enough. She was okay, thank god, but the noises you made caught the attention of the little group that "lived" here.

You didn't know if staying with them was a good idea. But maybe it was just because you were pretty sure JC was attracted to Ava -even if he met her like 2 hours ago. The only one you were willing to trust was Chanel. She was really nice from the start and you found it pleasant to talk with her.

She was currently helping you chose what to wear to a party they convinced Ava and you to go to.

"How do I know what goes with what?" you asked, perplexed

"It will come eventually. Here, take that"

She handed you some clothes, waiting for you to try them on. You look at what she gave you before looking up. Outside, in the garden, JC and Ava were talking.

"Do you think he likes her?"

Chanel looked in their direction as well.

"Maybe. She's pretty and nice, I wouldn't blame him if he did"

You nodded slightly, not so happy with her answer. What if she liked him too? You went to the bathroom to change, hoping it would help you think about something else.

"You should confess" Chanel's voice broke your thought bubble

"What?"

"You should tell her you like her"

You took a break in your change of clothes and poked your head through the door to look at her. It was clear what she was talking about. You could see it in her eyes. She knew you had feelings for Ava.

"... we're friends, I don't want to ruin it" you mumbled while going back to the bathroom

She didn't respond right away, maybe taking some time to choose her words.

"You're already not friends, Y/n. You're just pretending your feelings don't exist"

"No, I'm her friend. Have always been"

"You're not friends if you want to kiss her, if you want more, if you're lying to her. You're not friends if you want not to be"

Her words sank to your core. She was right. But the idea of maybe losing Ava was unbearable.

You finished putting on the new clothes and went back to the room, tears in your eyes.

"I'm just so scared to lose her..."

"Why would you lose her?" she asked in a comforting tone

"I don't know how she would react to the news"

"Does she know you like girls?"

"I don't like girls. I like her"

Chanel gave you a little smile.

"So what? You're going to keep quiet and let her fall in love with someone else?"

"I really just want her to be happy" you said quietly "As long as I can see her smile..."

"What's so special about her smile?"

"It's just... so pretty... I always tried to make her smile as much as I could, bring her a bit of happiness" you marked a little pause "I think I've been in love with her from the start. But every time she smiles... I fall for her a little more"

If she ever doubted you really loved Ava, now she was certain you did. She could see it in your eyes. Just like she saw the way you looked at Ava, like she was the most beautiful thing on earth.

She also saw how Ava was looking at you, which you seemed to have missed if you thought she didn't like you. But honestly she wasn't sure Ava herself was aware of her feelings for you.

"It's going to be okay"

She hugged you as she said that, trying to comfort you anyways.

In the living room, sitting on the couch, Ava could see the two of you hugging. She could see Chanel's hands on your back, rubbing up and down -sometimes a bit too low to her taste.

She had no reason to feel that way, but she couldn't help it. She wanted to be the one to hug you. Why would you hug someone you knew for 2 hours?

You pulled away from the hug and gave the girl a smile.

A smile you usually gave Ava. She could also see your eyes were red, which meant you cried. Why on earth would you go to Chanel if you needed reassurance? Her brows were furrowed in confusion.

However, her expression softened when she saw what you were wearing. The clothes suit you very well. You looked good -even better than you usually did.

She looked you up and down, until Chanel made you spin around. It made it look like you were dancing together while in reality she was just checking your outfit.

But again, it made Ava's stomach drop.

The party didn't go as planned. You knew it was a bad idea to try to sneak in that stupid party. At first it was fun, dancing with Ava, eating some food you never saw in your life, exploring the labs and trying the machines.

But it was two days ago and you still had no idea where Ava was. She disappeared after the security started to look for intruders. You hoped nothing bad happened to her.

You were worried. Pacing back and forth in the room they gave Ava and you, not knowing what to do or where to look for her. You had already walked across the whole town to try to find her, ask people if they saw her... but it was like she simply disappeared.

You tried to go in town again, but JC and Chanel -the only ones who seemed to care- convinced you to stay inside 'for your own good'. They told you she couldn't have gone far and would come back soon.

You really wanted to believe them, but it was hard not to imagine the worst.

You ended up laying in bed, curled up in a ball, biting your nails in an attempt to calm you down -which did not work at all. You had also put on Ava's sweater, so when you closed your eyes it was like she was here.

You had no idea how much time had passed when Chanel came to see you.

"Y/n, she's back"

You didn't need her to tell you twice. You got up so quickly it made your head spin, but you really didn't care. You ran to the living room, where you assumed everyone was.

She was here. You didn't let her the time to fully register your presence and hugged her tighter than you ever had. She let out a little 'oof' when your bodies collided.

"Where have you been?" you asked in a quiet voice, not breaking the hug

"It's a long story"

"I have time"

You pulled away slightly, enough to be able to look at her. She could see concern in your eyes and fresh tears on your cheeks.

Ava placed her hands on your cheeks to wipe your tears away.

"I'm sorry I made you cry again... I didn't mean to"

"Don't ever disappear again without me" you mumbled, sniffling

"Okay, I promise" she chuckled

She leaned her forehead against yours, whispering more "I'm sorrys". You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply as her perfume invaded your nostrils. She always had a way of calming you down.

That's why you needed to be honest with her.

"Can we... talk? I... need to tell you something"

"Of course"

With that, she gave the others a smile before grabbing your hand and walking to your room with you. You both sat on the bed, still holding hands.

"So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Yeah um..."

You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down and gather a bit of courage.

"I um..." you made the mistake to look into her beautiful brown eyes, which brought up the thought that she might never look at you like that after you tell her

She didn't say a word, letting you time to find your words, which was really difficult. You were stuttering and getting annoyed by your own inability to express yourself.

"What the fuck is wrong with me...?" you sighed after a moment

"Hey... nothing's wrong with you, don't say that"

"No, something's definitely wrong with me... It's not that hard, yet I can't bring myself to say it" you shake your head, sighing again "Three words, three fucking words..."

"Just... just go ahead, you know I won't judge you" she tried to reassure you

You took another deep breath and looked at the ceiling.

"... I love you" it felt weird to say it out loud

"You love me? As in we're best friends?"

"No I... I love you as in I'm in love with you..."

[vioartemis]

to everyone who’s ever said something kind about my work: you help me get through the day. thank you.