#natbrat

[empyreanwritings]

I crave natbrat omg. Please more

how about a moodboard?

[kerkellz]

Something About Wearing All Black [July 24, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

Kerry sifts through his closet, his eyes narrowing as he focuses, f o c u s e s, in on the whole artistry and shit vibe of things to try and pick out some good black clothes for the next matching outfit idea, Thanks Reez, a little amused smile curling onto his lips even as a bit of...mm, frustration, crosses through him at all his black clothes basically being workout wear, and that wasn’t the like...Vibe or whatev, or...aesthetic, the word popping into his memory in tá a fhios agat cé hé‘s voice, eh, ehhhhh, whatever, who invited That thought in there, fuck him, finally finding a really fucking...aesthetic...shirt, fuck you very much, as he realizes it was also courtesy of...tá a fhios agat cé hé, but mmm...he was on his grown ass shit, his aesthetic shit, and NatBrat was gonna get butt ass naked for charity, the whole Thing making him snort a bit internally even though it was kinda irrelevant...for him, at least now, not culturally...or whatevah, the faux-Boston meets ✨ holé but make it “sexy” ✨ What The Fuckery NatBrat sometimes fell into almost sarcastically crossing through the corner of his mind as he turns around to present the shirt for Beej to see. “Feeling this...?” He offers out to her, doing a little weighing scale motion with the shirt as he presents it for her to judge...see if it was the right vibe, or whatevah.

[qadeemx-blog]

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[empyreanwritings]

Mob NatBrat on a yacht vacationing. Brats just glad to have Natasha all to herself

You thanked Jarvis as he poured you another glass of champagne, and he gave you a small smile before excusing himself. He wasn’t the best when it came to the yacht; he got sick easily and like to stay below deck, where he didn’t have to worry about throwing up over the side of the yacht. But you appreciated that he still did his job even when his face looked a little green. 

“How many drinks have you had already?” Nat asked, genuinely curious as to whether or not it was time to cut you off. 

You hummed and shrugged your shoulders. “I’m not sure, but I’m not tipsy! So you can’t go cutting me off, Natty.” 

“I think I can do whatever I please, kitten.” 

“Is that so?” 

You turned on your side, champagne glass still in your hand and the towel that was wrapped around your waist falling to the ground. Your eyes practically sparkled as you looked over at Nat, and she could only laugh at how quickly you change your tune. Sometime she wore you only acted bratty because you wanted her to punish you. 

But then she remembered moments like dropping a paint can on the mayor’s car and knew it wasn’t just for show. You just loved being bratty all the time, even when Nat wasn’t around. 

“How long do we get to stay out here?”

“As long as you like,” Nat replied. 

It had been your idea to take the yacht out. Neither of you had any plans to go anywhere specific, it was just nice to get out of the house for a few hours. If you thought poor Jarvis’s stomach could handle it, you would have insisted on staying out for a few days. There was plenty of food to make it happen. 

You pushed your sunglasses back onto your face and adjusted yourself again in the lounge chair. The condensation on the champagne glass was already starting to drip on your fingers, but you were trying to pace yourself to keep Jarvis from coming back up again. 

“I guess we can turn around once the sun starts going down,” you said with a sigh. “But I would like to see the sun set from this view.” 

Nat smiled. “Then you’ll see the sunset, kitten.”