#rosie’s rambling 🐝

[lesbians4lottienat]

nat crying and running into readers home for comfort hcs?

so sorry my lovely, i didn’t realize you wanted hcs until after i wrote this little blurb :’D hopefully this mini fic is still enjoyable, though !

Here for You

It’s around three in the morning when you hear tapping against your window pane. It gets increasingly louder and more intense. Half-asleep, you rush over to the window to search for the source. You’re expecting a stray cat wanting to escape the thunderstorm, but instead, you’re met with your girlfriend, Natalie. Despite the rainy weather, it’s obvious to you that she’s been crying.

“Nat?” you ask sleepily as you quickly open the window and let her inside. She’s soaked; as soon as her feet make contact with the floor, she collapses into a pile. She’s sobbing, her body shaking. Not caring about how wet she is, you instantly pull her into a hug. She buries her head into your chest as she cries. You sit together on the floor, stroking her hair and mumbling reassurance as she sniffles.

When she calms a bit, you help her stand. You give her a pair of sleep shorts and a shirt to change into, helping her undress and pull the warm clothing on. You frown as she shivers and then grab a towel to dry her hair.

“What happened, Nat?” you ask quietly, trying to keep your noise levels at a minimum so as not to wake your family. She sniffles, wiping at her ruined makeup with a facial tissue. She simply shakes her head at you, signifying she’s not ready to discuss it. You nod in response, helping her over to your bed. It may confuse whoever finds you tomorrow, but she needs you right now, and you don't care about being scolded for having your girlfriend stay the night.

You hold her in your arms, her face nestled in the crook of your neck. You gently kiss her forehead and tell her it will all be alright. She hums in response, placing a tender kiss on your pulse point. The last thing you hear before you drift off is a soft, quiet “Thank you.”

[minwooks-moved]

NFBFNFNFND

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

re: the guy issues

so to help myself detach from being too upset if stuff with the guy doesn’t work out i think two things one day i could think i was so silly to think that he could never like me bc he’s my husband or he’s just a stepping stone to meet my actual soulmate

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Burning Touch ♠︎

Bale!Bruce Wayne x reader

A/N: MORE BALE!BRUCE 🥳 I adore possessive Bruce, especially Christian's! So, have this treat for the weekend <3 Enjoy!

~Fi 🐝

Warnings: NSFW content. proceed with caution. cunnilingus, It's so filthy, and it's literally just Bruce eating pussy, he's a lil insecure in this one, and feral.

Word count: 3.2k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The chilly November air of Gotham city nipped at your cheeks, turning them a rosy shade. The cold wind was blowing on your face, making a few tears burn in your eyes.

Gotham was its usual grey and gloomy self, but the low temperature made it bearable. This kind of weather wasn't unusual for this time of year, after all. Snowflakes would cascade from the heavy clouds soon, coating the dark city in a powdery blanket. The long-awaited holiday season had yet to come, but snow would always awake that cozy and warm feeling in your chest.

Your arm was hooked into Bruce's as you two walked through the moderately bustling streets of Gotham. The two of you had decided to take a walk, not a regular occasion, but when it did happen it was lovely. Bruce had never been one to go outside for fun, the fact that there always were paparazzi hiding somewhere didn't really contribute to his lacking enthusiasm.

He did it for you, to spend time with you. The way you were all cuddled up in your huge scarf and winter coat always coaxed a smile onto his face. Your excited smile as you went on about whatever came to mind perfectly extenuated your red cheeks, the unforgiving cold stinging on your delicate skin. Little did he know you had similar thoughts about him. His adoring eyes as he listened to your ever on going rambling, and his hair that sat so perfectly, even on a day like this. The long wool coat he wore made him look incredible handsome and put together.

Well, he always looked handsome and put together, but there was something so uniquely different about that damn coat.

You'd told a really bad joke, but he still laughed, his head thrown back as that wonderful symphony reached your ears. Occasionally, a stray strand of hair would fall into his face, but he'd just blow it away without a care in the world. The center of his universe was right in front of him. Why would he care about something as unimportant as that?

"We should head home. I'm about to turn into a popsicle." You laughed, it was airy, your breath forming a little cloud in the cold air.

"Well, Honey, you'd be a very, very delicious popsicle." Bruce smirked, turning his head towards you.

"Oh, stop, you!" You playfully hit his arm as a pout settled on your lips. You really hoped he couldn't see the blush on your cheeks through the redness the cold painted on your face. If he knew he could still fluster you after all this time together, he would use it against you as much as he could. And all of it would be for his amusement and his amusement alone. He'd tease you relentlessly, and maybe you enjoyed it just a little bit more than you should.

"I'm serious! I'm freezing my ass off." You huffed, a slight tremble to your tone from the cold. His arm unhooked itself from yours, and it trailed down your lowerback, all the way to your ass before giving it a squeeze.

"Still there, sweetheart, you don't need to worry." He looked like the cheshire cat with that huge grin on his face. You squealed at the unexpected touch and smacked his hand away. "Bruce Thomas Wayne!" You scolded, your brows scrunching together.

"I'm just keeping you warm, Honey." Bruce snaked his hand around your waist and pulled you against his side before pressing a kiss to your temple. You could feel his smirk against your hairline as he kissed you, and you had to admit it made you smile.

"You're lucky I love you." Grumbling quietly, you let him pull you into his embrace. You were cold, and he was warm. It was a no-brainer, really. Well, you also loved him dearly, which made his embrace twice as warm.

"I'm very lucky indeed." He said with a small smile, littering more kisses along your temple. You giggled as his action, pressing your face closer to his coat covered side. His heart felt full. It never had before, no matter how many new dates he took to galas or how many new cars and expensive watches he bought.

Not even Rachel had made him feel like this. Only you did, only you could. He would cherish you and the way you made his heart beat faster, the smile that would creep onto his face whenever you entered the room and a subtle heat rose to his face, until it all came crashing down. He swore it. He swore himself, and he swore you, and he'd do everything in his power to keep that promise.

You continued your path through the city, getting closer and closer to a much needed hot shower and a hot beverage of your choice. It would probably end up being Alfred's hot chocolate. You don't know what he puts in there, but god, it's good. You were just telling Bruce some gossip from this month's book club, which you attended with Alfred and Selena.

Although the latter of your friends was very hesitant and not at all fond of the idea, she enjoyed the time after discussing the books, which she'd never read anyway. You didn't see each other much, so catching up during a cozy afternoon was always a nice experience. Not to mention Alfred's cookies had your fellow book clubers, who were mostly middle-aged women, absolutely swooning.

"You won't believe which book Carol recommended we read next."

He raised an eyebrow glancing over at you. "And what book is that?"

"The fucking Bible." You replied, slightly shaking your head.

"The.. Bible? I doubt she could finish that in a month." He grinned, making you laugh. You went on about all the gossip about their grown-up children, who quit which job and others, which relationship. It was quite entertaining, actually. It was also the only reason Selena put up with the bookclub idea in the first place.

By this point, she was more excited to go than you and Alfred were. Bruce listened to all the stories that had been exchanged during this months meet. He would gently guide you around street lanterns and people as you were too captivated in your storytelling to notice.

He wondered sometimes, did he make your heart feel as full as you made his? He didn't want to doubt you, or your love, but he couldn't help the dark thoughts that would worm their way into his brain in the late evenings. He couldn't help the deep, dull ache of jealousy and insecurity that pounded in his heart when you would talk to other men. Bruce knew you would never break his trust and love like that, but it just felt so.. wrong. Wrong when you would smile at the barista at your favorite coffee shop and that idiot would smile back, or even worse, start small talk while he was right beside you.

At Galas and charity events, he'd hold you especially close. What if you found someone who was richer? Better looking? Someone who was more charming than he was? Bruce was an expert at hiding his feelings, so events were no different for him.

He'd laugh along and smile as you talked with some handsome billionaire, who was already undressing you with his gaze. He always felt uneasy around men like that. What if you left him? He was shocked at how insecure he really felt when it came to you, but he never had something like this before, something real.

Everyone always left him, what if you weren't any different? What if you would leave, just like everyone else had?

Bruce quickly caught sight of a tall, well built buisness man coming your way. He was on the phone, very entranced in the conversation, as were you. Before Bruce could pull you aside, you collided with the man, making you grunt has the air was knocked from your lungs. "I'm so sorry, Miss," he bent down to pick up his phone, which he had dropped at the impact, "are you alright?"

"I am, don't worry. It happens." You smiled with a little chuckle. The man, who was way too close to you for Bruce's liking, touched your arm and bid you a farewell with a very charming smile.

You went on your way, but Bruce was a little absent from that point. He tried catching everything you told him, but he couldn't stop thinking about how that guy had touched you. He had just touched you, who does he think he is? First, he's careless and bumps into you and then he touches you? He could feel a mix of emotions bubbling in his veins.

First, there was Rage. The hot, red anger of that fool putting his hands on you. Even if it was an objectively nice and innocent gesture, it made his blood boil. And then there was it again, that strange, fizzy feeling of insecurity. Would that small touch and exchange of words be enough for you to leave him? Was he good enough for you? Was he doing this right? He had no answers to any of these questions, and they were bouncing around in the inside of his head, pounding against his skull.

"Bruce, my love, are you alright?" You brows were pulled together in concern. You'd noticed that he was in his head, barely listening to what you were saying. He'd slightly stiffened and sped up his pace as well. "Hm?" He snapped his head towards you. It took him a second to process what you had asked.

"I'm fine, sweetheart." He forced a small smile, but you could see through that immediately. He'd forget that you were in a relationship sometimes, being completely vulnerable around each other. There was no way you'd fall for his little number. He cleared his throat. "Let's get home, shall we?" He hastily pulled you along, resulting in you stumbling behind him.

Once you were back at the Manor, you sighed in relief at the warmth that eveneloped you. You rubbed your hands together, hoping they'd warm up quickly. Bruce was still acting strange, a stoic expression and he hadn't said anything on the way back. You couldn't even get your shoes off before he was dragging you up the marble staircase, quickly finding the way to your shared bedroom.

"Honey? What's going on- mh!" You were interrupted by your lover turning around and smashing his lips to yours, probably to shut you up, cupping your cheeks in the process. Without saying a word, he grabbed one of your hands again and reached the bedroom with a very confused and flustered you in tow.

Locking the door behind him, he was on you immediately. Groping and kneading at your body, although you were still in your full outside attire, pushing you back on the bed. His kiss was hungry and desperate, he was practically devouring you. You fell back onto the bed as Bruce crawled on top of you, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"What- what's gotten into you?" You managed to ask between kisses, your breathing already heavy. "Need you." Was all he responded, mumbling the words against your lips. His hands which had previously rested on your waist slid down to your hips, over your thighs and calves until he reached your boots which he quickly made work of, making them hit the floor with a thud.

Your coat was next, being thrown across the room, same with your scarf, which then joined your coat on he floor. Bruce sucked and nibbled on your jaw as he eagerly pushed your top over your head, exposing your bra. He groaned at the sight, the vibration making your lips tingle. It wasn't a rare occurrence to see him like this, but usually, you'd know what caused this behavior. But today, you were clueless.

Not that you weren't enjoying it. It was an absolute sight to see Bruce like this. How this well-mannered, calm, and patient man lost his self-control so quickly when it came to you managed to ruin your panties every single time. He placed one of his hands on your back, making you lean slightly forward before he expertly unhooked your bra with one hand. Your soft tits spilled from their confinement, and you moaned softly as the cool air of the room hit your skin.

Bruce trailed his kisses down your neck and over your chest, but they weren't as slow and precise as usual. They were sloppy and rushed, it was like he was trying to reach as much skin as fast as possible. A few gentle sucks to your hardened nipples had your breath catching in your throat, but before you could say or do anything in response he had already moved on, hooking his fingers in your skirt and tights, quickly pushing them down your hips.

He slid off the bed, sinking to his knees and wrapping his arms around your plush thighs to pull you to the edge. "We have all the time in the world, no need to rush things," you breathed heavily, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

"No." He growled, already at work to bite and suck marks into the supple skin of your thighs. Your head fell back at the sensation and you groaned. He looked so fucking good on his knees. Bruce was almost feral, groaning and grunting as his mouth tasted more and more of your skin. Finally, he turned his attention to your soaked pussy.

He stroked over the wet spot on your panties, licking his lips when one of those sweet moans fell from you. Kissing your ruined underwear, he gently caressed your thighs, soothing the bruises he had left. The sound of fabric ripping made your head snap forward, looking at your lover with an alarmed expression. Bruce was in a different world. His pupils were dilated and his chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths as he looked at your glistening cunt. It dawned on you once the cold air it your sopping slit. He had ripped your panties off of you.

"Honey, those were new-" you were cut off, yet again, as he dove in, licking at your folds. A high pitched moan ripped from your throat and you were gripping the sheets so tight there'd surely be holes in them by dawn. Bruce hummed in delight at your taste, his arms tightly wrapped around your thighs whil his hands were splayed out on your tummy, keeping you still as he devoured you.

Goosebumps were rising on your soft skin. The room was cold and you laid bare, making the sensation of his warm mouth on your pussy overwhelming. The scratchy fabric of his wool coat rubbed against your calves, reminding you that he was still fully clothed. A dull ache of arousal shoot into your tummy at the thought of him being so eager to have you, taste you, that he didn't even have the patience to undress himself.

He laped at you, drinking in all you were giving him. The lewd, wet sounds echoed through the quiet room, accompanied by your beautiful moans. All of your nerve endings were on fire, his touch almost burning as he kneaded at your body.

"Oh, Fuck- Bruce, oh my God-!" You whined and moaned once he circled his tongue around your clit. Your blood was boiling, almost as if hot lava was flowing in your veins. He pulled away for air with a gentle kiss to your bundle of nerves. The sight made your cunt squeeze around nothing. His hair was messy, your slick was dripping down his chin, he was heaving, the breaths sitting heavy on his chest.

A light layer of sweat covered his forehead, from both the warmth of his winter clothes and the burning pleasure he got from fucking you with his tongue. His beautiful brown eyes were almost black, his pupils swallowing his irises whole as he looked up at you.

"You're mine, right?" He asked, with such vulnerability and softness that your brows furrowed. That question caught you off guard, frankly. "W-What?" Your mind was hazy, your otherworldly bliss having been ripped from under your nose.

"Tell me you're mine. Please, sweetheart." He continued slowly licking at your cunt again, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Tell me you're mine." This time, it was more a demand, a hard tone to his voice. His cold gaze pierced through you, but there was an underlying look of pleading, like he was begging you to assure him you were his with his eyes alone.

"Tell me." It was a desperate plea, the raw emotion was something you'd seen rarely. You didn't know what to think, the jump between emotions and his demeanor couldn't cut through the thick fog of pleasure hanging over your mind. In a rough manner, his hands settled on your thighs, prying them open.

His tongue was back on your clit with small licks and kisses before wrapping his lips around it and suckling. The sensation made pleasure shoot up your spine, your eyes widening and your mouth was slightly agape, breathy whimpers and moans left your lips while your back arched off the bed.

"Shit- Yes, yes I'm yours! Jus' yours.." it came off your lips as a drawl, a slurry of words as ecstasy gnawed its way into your brain. The grip he had on your thighs tightened, his nails digging into your delicate skin. A delicious feeling of the subtle pain seeping into the pleasure you were experiencing coaxed another string of moans from your lips.

"Good." He said it so lowly, it was unlike anything you'd ever heard come out of his mouth. It vibrated in his chest and throat, and in succession against your sensitive pussy as well. You were so close, the mere touch of a feather could tip you over the edge.

"B-Bruce.." You panted, his name was forced out of your throat as best as you could. Your hands were gripping at his hair by now, not knowing whether to push him away or pull him closer. He knew you were impossibly close, he hungered for you to fall apart on his tongue and only think of him. Bruce buried his face even deeper between your thighs, finally snapping that thin rope that was keeping you from earth shattering bliss.

You came with a cry of his name, your thighs quivering. Your breathing was fast and uneven and your mouth was dry. The movements of his tongue slowed and became gentler as he helped you through your high. He slowly kissed his way up your body before finally capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

"Did you get all of it out of your system now?" You laughed breathlessly while a small smirk settled on his lips.

"I'm not so sure, actually."

"Oh, give me a break!" You whined as he pulled you close to his chest with a chuckle. It was kind of odd, seeing as you were completely nude, and he looked like he was ready to go out.

"Are you okay? I wasn't too rough, was I?" He inquired gently, pressing kisses to your head.

"No, no, it was really good." You smiled, resting your head against him with a sigh. You were burning up, your skin shinning with sweat.

"At least I'm not cold anymore." You glanced up at him with a smirk and one of those signature Bruce Wayne grins crept onto his face.

"Told you I'd keep you warm, Baby."

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There's more of our favorite playboy to come very soon!~ 🐝

[lesbians4lottienat]

if the yj teen timeline happened in 2024 i think that jackienat would’ve been each others roblox girlfriend/online dated when they were kids and then went to meet up, realized it was each other, and never spoke about it again

[lesbians4lottienat]

you should write some precrash nat as readers girlfriend throughts

okay okay okay. so!!!! i’m writing this quick so sorry for any spelling errors!!!! hope you enjoy <3

Dating Pre-Crash Nat

your relationship most likely started as a casual hook-up, friends with benefits sorta situation. it’s very low pressure; you’re fun and she likes you!! so you’re a good way to pass the time without abusing substances lol.

when she starts to realize she likes you though? at first i feel like she’d just avoid you. she thinks she’s smooth but she is not at ALL. you immediately know somethings wrong and confront her !! she denies it at first but eventually admits that she just likes you and is scared lol. you start dating after that :3

you two usually go in dates at like parties or secluded spots nat’s discovered !! abandoned parks, a clearing in the woods…she loves stargazing with you, even though she’s mainly just looking at you!!

one time, she lost track of time/forgot about a date and instead spent her evening getting high with kevyn tan. she felt sooooo bad :((( used like all of her savings to take you to the nicest dinner she could afford AND got you a gift (you cried because it was so sweet)

if you’re on the team you both definitely show up early to hang out/make out in the locker room lollll you’d always be partners in drills as well !!

very protective of you. sorta freezes up when someone is rude to her, but you? oh she’s throwing down immediately. the person who said something kinda mean stood no chance.

if you stick up for her, she’s flattered, really! she just…she worries about you. and she’s defensive because she’s scared; she doesn’t want you getting hurt over her. she doesn’t think she’s worth it. that was your first fight, actually. she got angry when you stood up for her, claiming she didn’t need your help. you took her to a nice dinner after that and got her a gift, to apologize for upsetting her (she definitely cried. she’s not used to people caring about her…)

you two are like. a package deal. you can’t really see one without the other !! you’re both so cute <3

also the team loves you and teases her about you ALL THE TIME. you’re the longest and healthiest relationship she’s ever had, and you make her much happier than the drugs and alcohol ever did. plus she’s so focused on playing; she’s always on time to practices cuz you drive her! in conclusion they’re very glad she has you !! yayyyyy !!!

[lesbians4lottienat]

hiii can ypu make fem!cheerleader!reader x teen shauna thoughts?? thx!

of course :3

okay okay so i was thinking and like. i wasn’t sure if you wanted modern day au thoughts or still the ‘96 timeline, so you get both :3 hope u enjoy!!! also if you like any of these ideas and want me to write them, lmk!!

MODERN DAY:

she adores you so much ohhhhhh my god. loves loves loves to watch you perform, she would go to all of your meets if it didn’t coincide with her own soccer meets…genuinely gets a little upset that she can’t go to them all lol !! you go to as many of her practices as you can as well !! shauna shipman doing sports….wowza…

ADORES seeing you in her jersey or wearing your scrunchie on her arm during a game, subtle possessiveness and all that. seeing you in her clothes in general is a huge thing for shauna, she likes to physically be reminded that you’re hers !! you both probably swap hair ties so often ! you have fancy ones with bows and glitter and hers are more practical, but you share and everyone can tell when you’re wearing your partners hair tie lol !!

thinking about shauna scoring and immediately turning to see if you saw that…. cringefail loser princess. also she loves hearing you cheer for her ouuuuu she’s so in love it’s not even funny. hearing you can completely change how she’s playing tbh…like oh, my gf is watching? have to win for her!! when the yellowjackets win, you run onto the field and give her kisses :3 you’re just so proud of her !!

1996:

loves you like breathing but she can’t show it without putting you both at risk of relentless bullying and judgement :( won’t risk watching you practice but loves to give you quick good luck kisses in her car before dropping you off !! sometimes you wait for her after practice so you two can hang out, but you make sure not to do it too many days in a row; you wouldn’t want anyone getting suspicious

shauna and you sneaking kisses in the locker room…shauna swears it’s a good luck charm for her, but you’re certain she just wants to kiss you lol

still searches for you in the crowd after every goal !! she loves to show off for you, and you love to tease her for it <3

[lesbians4lottienat]

What about nat x reader, where nat takes care of reader when they're emotionally drained, burnt out and just tired headcanons?

i’m going with wilderness timeline for this one! if u want pre-crash hcs too lmk :3

being trapped in the woods after surviving a plane crash is an extremely stressful situation. of COURSE you’re burnt out !!! you perform your daily chores to avoid any unnecessary arguments but ohhhh you want nothing more than to curl up into a ball and cry all day :(

when she notices how bad you’re doing, which i think would be a little bit unless you two hunt together daily, nat would want to do anything to cheer you up. she’ll share some of her food ration with you, even though she needs the energy to hunt :( will run you a bath in the makeshift tub, send travis hunting alone so she can help you with chores, anything. she really just wants you to feel better <///3

if you do hunt together, she does most of the work, not challenging you to see who can get more game. she just wants you to rest, so once she even got up before you woke up to hunt alone. she didn’t do it again because the idea of her out there alone in the dark terrified you, since travis didn’t wake up when she tried to get him to help lol

also would absolutely get into fights if you were getting some well needed rest and mari someone was bitching about it. she loves you soooo much <3

(sorry if this is awful! my motivation has been really bad lately <//3 hope this was okay though!)

[lesbians4lottienat]

virtually no one voted for ace4ace lottienat…..i must open everyone’s eyes to them. you guys just don’t see the vision yet and that’s okay. you will soon (threat)

[lesbians4lottienat]

i love you asexual nat scatorccio.

i love you asexual nat scatorccio who’s always known in the back of her mind that she’s a little different from others, ever since seventh grade health class.

i love you asexual nat scatorccio who lived in denial for so long.

i love you asexual nat scatorccio who slept with some people she shouldn’t have because she wanted desperately to feel normal.

i love you asexual nat scatorccio who finally learned that she has more to offer someone than her body.

i love you asexual nat scatorccio.

[lesbians4lottienat]

HYPOTHETICALLY if someone were to write a jackieshauna legally blonde au fic heavily based around the musical’s storyline, would anybody read it or is that too self indulgent and hyper specific to be enjoyable for others…..asking for a friend

[lesbians4lottienat]

genuinely so annoyed right now; just saw a (imo bad) take on something that was so condescending and rude. like they’re entitled to their opinion of course, but they said it in such an asshole way when there was no need to be doing all that, and now i’m just pissed lol. like i get it if they’re calling out concerning behaviors and have a right to be upset, but they were absolutely talking about a personal preference that was insignificant. idk. sorry if this comes off as rude, i just. idk!! gahhhh!!

[lesbians4lottienat]

about deerlottie; i never interacted or really read any of his fics, as i didn’t want to go against his wishes and im asexual anyway, but from the sfw stuff i did read, he inspired me greatly. it’s so genuinely awful that he was bullied away from his interest because of transphobia. if you think bullying someone over their opinion on a FICTIONAL CHARACTER’S GENDER OR SEXUALITY please never interact with me ever again

fuck transphobes and chronically online people who care more about someone’s opinion on a character than a real human’s wellbeing

[lesbians4lottienat]

travlottienat make me fucking feral.

lottie, the prophet, and nat & travis, the hunters, are all similar in a way. they’ve all been forced into this protective role for the others. the hunters must provide food and a firearm, while the prophet must see what will happen and do her best to prevent it.

there’s nat, who doesn’t believe even a tiny bit of this wilderness bullshit. it’s life. life is hard, and cruel, and kicks you when you’re down. she knows this better than anyone, what, with what happened to her dad.

on another hand there’s lottie, who’s been told she had a gift, who finally is being seen as a blessing as opposed to a curse. maybe she can use it for good. maybe she can help. maybe she can keep being a blessing, a prophet, as opposed to a mentally ill embarrassment to her family.

then there’s trav, the middle ground. does it make sense? no. life is hard, and cruel, and kicks you when you’re down. but there’s hope. there’s always hope, shining in the darkest of places. maybe it’s foolish to cling to the hope, but it’s there, and she’s not letting it go without a fight.

the hunters and the prophet; eventually (presumably) the antler queen and her two most loyal subjects.

[lesbians4lottienat]

“blah blah blah that character canonically has sex”

yeah that character canonically had sex. to YOU. to me they simply were goofing around and doing it for the vine. it was cgi actually. photoshopped. a slanderous headline intended to poison their public image.

they’re ace and sex-repulsed actually. hm? how do i know? they told me.

[lesbians4lottienat]

can you do nat x reader, where nat takes care of reader when they're emotionally drained, burnt out and just exhausted hcs ? but precrash :3

( btw, i wasn't the annon who requested this first)

this may be a bit short, apologies in advance !!

i feel like nat isn’t great with her own emotions and expressing them, but when it comes to you she’ll do anything to make you happy. you want cuddles? you’re getting them. you want to spend time with her? her schedule is suddenly cleared.

i feel like if you weren’t one to typically experiment with drugs or alcohol she wouldn’t suggest it, but if she knows you’ve done some stuff before she’ll share with you. getting drunk together and having a good cry. passing a cigarette back and forth and laughing about the good things in your day you’re able to identify. stuff like that!

will absolutely make sure you know you’re her first priority. she wants you to know how loved and cared for you are !!! and that you’re deserving of her love and attention too!!!

in conclusion, she’s so lovey <3 she loves youuu