#rosie’s requests 🐝

[lesbians4lottienat]

Maybe you could write something with Natalie where her and r have a casual relationship, like they go to the same school and take some classes together, they hook up and hang out sometimes, Natalie stays at r house when she's having problems at home and ends up developing feelings for r and doesn't know what to do with them, I know there are some fanfics like that but I really like this dynamic.

of course! i strayed slightly from the usual plot lines, but i hope you still enjoy !! :] also my apologies this took so long and is so short! i struggled a lot with this one :’D

Casual

You and Nat have a casual, unlabeled relationship. She finally realizes that she loves you when you’re there for her at her lowest.

slightly implied fem!reader but can also be read as gender neutral. hurt/comfort. mentions of abuse. mentions of nat’s dad’s death. mentions of self sabotaging behaviors. implied angsty ending.

Nat can’t remember how it started. She can’t remember when she first saw you or your first conversation with one another. Can’t remember what you even talked about. All she knows is this: you're always good company when she’s feeling particularly down but needs to sober up during soccer season.

You both found comfort in each other's company for the night and a small serving of romantic affection, enough to convince yourselves that you didn't need an actual relationship. It was a transaction, yes, but one based on mutual understanding and respect. She was outcasted for being a drug-addicted burnout, and you were the one student at her school kind enough to still talk to her.

The two of you would occasionally hang out after school or be partners for a project, but you belonged to different social circles. You, with the preppy crowd who often shamed her for things she didn’t do. She knew you defended her, but a part of her wished you would distance yourself from them. Meanwhile, she was with the junkies and outcasts, who mocked your clothes and ‘stuck up attitude’ (which, in reality, she’d never met anyone kinder than you. Who they had been talking to, she had no clue.)

She always waited for you to come to her. Perhaps it was a pride thing, but she couldn’t force herself to go up to you and ask for what she wanted directly. No, she’d much rather have you scrambling to figure everything out yourself.

This all changed, however, on a particularly rough night for Nat. You see, her mother and she had been in a particularly rough spot ever since her father blew half of his face off. Their strained relationship was worsened by the fact that they both blamed Nat for what transpired. So, yes, maybe her mother had taken up her father’s old violent habits. Add that along with her new boyfriend who despised when Nat was home, and you get the rather unfortunate picture.

She limps through the rainy culdesac, because of course it was raining on top of her being bloodied and beaten, and makes her way to your house. She knows your room’s on the second story. She groans internally and begins scaling a tree by your window. It takes much longer than usual, as she’s injured and exhausted. When she finally makes it onto your roof, she knocks much harder than she means. Wincing at the sound, she prays that you aren’t already asleep.

The window’s curtain is pulled back immediately, and she’s met with the sight of you in your stupid matching pajama set, holding your lamp defensively. Ah, right. She supposed it did seem like she was either a feral animal or a burglar. Upon seeing her, your gaze softens, but only momentarily. The tender look in your eyes is soon replaced by worry. You shove your window open and pull her through, leading her into your bathroom.

You patch her up in silence, ignoring the occasional sob that racks her whole body. You know she doesn’t want to talk about it. You know you’ll eventually get it out of her. As you finish patching her up, you look at her with your big, sad eyes. She sighs, looking away and wiping at her eyes. You hold your hand out to her; at first, she’s not sure what you want. She holds her hand out to you uncertainly, and to her surprise, you gently kiss her knuckles. Then, you lead her into your room, making her comfortable under your comforter.

Once snugly wrapped in a blanket cocoon, you do something that confuses Nat. You press a soft kiss to her forehead, then move to her busted lip and press gentle, chaste kisses on all of her wounds.

“...what are you doing?” she eventually rasps, and you look up sheepishly. It’s clear you're embarrassed and don’t want to say it, but she’s too curious and tired to let you off easy right now.

“You know how, uhm, when we were kids, my, uh, my mom would kiss our scrapes and stuff better?”

Nat feels her heart flutter. She nods slowly, not breaking eye contact with you.

“I’m kissing it better.”

She stares for a second, then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. When you don't move, she tugs on your shirt sleeve.

“Keep going,” she says, although it sounds much more like a plea than a command. You get to work quickly.

Nat thinks to herself that it's nice. It's nice to have someone to patch her up, worry about her, and kiss her wounds better. Now, she realizes that your relationship goes so much further than person-I-hook-up-with-to-pass-the-time. She realizes she loves you as the two of you lay in your bed. She loves your dorky jokes, preppy clothes, and stupid, bright smile. The realization is exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Still, she allows herself to enjoy the moment, nestled into your side as you run your fingers through her hair. You cup her cheek, and she instantly leans into your touch. Oh, she’s so screwed. But at the moment, she doesnt care; it’s just you and her, and your beautifully confusing unlabeled relationship.

The following day, when she wakes up, she’ll leave early. She’ll avoid you for a while until you confront her with your big, sad eyes, and she’ll hate it. Hate that she could ever cause that expression on your face. She’ll push you away, she’s sure. Say something stupid and make you hate her. But for now, she’s in your bed, safe, comfortable, and in love. And for now, she could live with that.

[astralnymphh]

ellie spitting in your mouth 💗💗💗💗

definitely the thing to happen when ellies' at her highest of highs, as in– a fiend for sex, terribly horny!!! ✰ went a little extra writing and added finger–mouth fucking cuz im ovulating, too. just woke up too so idk how detailed thisll bee 🐝. MDNI

her thumb, print saturated with tasteful notes of your pussy sleek– lays flat upon the mesa of your unfurled tongue fulfilling her coarse request of, 'open wide, babe– stick that tongue out.' because fuck was it hot when her eyes of a keen green hawk–eyed you down. coarse as her usual tone, she airs out, "close and suck." firmly. your lips crimp as they shut, pursing around the knobby dip of her rather large thumb– you suck. the rest of her roughened fingers had meandered their way across your jaw, cornering your mid–face solidly in place cupped by her digits. whenever she asked you to take her fingers whole in your mouth, it was always her tatted arm. hotter, right? and her bare arm, enforcing an iron–grip on your locks to pump your head along her thumbs shaft. she gives silken pressure into your mouth, glissading her thumb inch by inch, deeper and deeper, until your lips parted slightly upon the thicker knuckle of her thumbs' base. then, she slides it back out, and in.. applying a bit of bob to your head, centered at her groin. exhilarating sight, while she thumbfucks your pretty little mouth– salty of the pleads for her to fuck you already. 'nuh–uh,' she crooned, 'l'mme play with you first.' as she always covets, to play with you. then, her thumb fully disperses and trails out with a webby string strung from her thumbtip to your puckered buds, shamed in your own filthy spit. my my, your chin glistening in your own sloppy saliva, humiliation of your sloppy job. but damn, was her sex drive indeed driving off the rails, poignant of sex hormones, ogling the mere way you sucked so eagerly. shall she, reward your tongue– of her taste? I think so. in fullness, she dours, "open wide, one more time. want y'to swallow this, m'kay?" all spoken while her brows went downcast, pale lids nearly coming together. you listen, cleaving your jaw open more than prior, feeling the still air dry the roof of your gob swiftly. so, ellie acts swiftly. a mild squat binds her knees to bend, only a bit, and a 'huuuk – ptuh!' grits from her rosy pink lips, hurdling a glob of white foam into your mouth with outstanding aim. it sticks to your tongue, bubbly as it begins to dribble down. a smug smirk enlightens her teeth to peek out, bottom lip gnawed beneath her front ivories. she giggles, "ah–huh, so fuckin' sexy, swallow." and taps her fingers along your chin, beckoning you to close. so, you do, sealing your lips and swishing her lovely spit to the back of your mouth, distending your pipe as you swallow her spit inside. she praises, "fuuck, good girl, mhh– want more of me inside ya? c'mere, my pussy could use that filthy tongue." in a coo, as her flexed fingers begin to unbutton her denim jeans– pelvis practically stuffed in your face so you could watch.

literal view while this happens

(img from j2l13tt3 on pinterest)

okay im gonna go work on my infidelity fic now hoping i can get it out today fingers crossed??

[sweetest-honeybee]

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~🐝 @rosiesemporium requested an audience with the queen

"Rosie, darliiiing~! That cookbook you recommended to me is already doing so well! It's practically flying off the bookshelves."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

What if... This is a request, a silly one but... What if Michael had a sibling reader... Right? And that sibling was Michael's twin (born a few minutes after him).

Michael tried pushing them away after CC and Liz died, but after a long - very sad while, he decides spending time with his last alive sibling, even after he gets scooped?

It could be headcannons if that's easier, I just Want Michael to have at least one alive sibling to hold onto, and not be alone!!! He deserves a family!!! An alive one, even!!!!

-👻🐝 wants characters to be happy for once!! *starts crying*

Okay so I really expanded on this idea,,,like BIG time so enjoy this oneshot!

...........

1983

"Hey sis? Where's Mike?"

"Just follow the sound of his blubbering and you'll find out." Elizabeth huffed, not looking at you whatsoever as she stared straight into her mirror. She was focused on fixing her hair into pigtails; she used rosy-red lipstick to draw blush on her cheeks.

You've never seen her this obsessed with makeup.

But then again..this was a way she coped with the tragedy at Fredbear’s Family Diner.

A tragedy that befell your youngest brother Evan. He was “chomped” by the mascot bear after Michael shoved his head into his mouth as a cruel prank. 

It was purely accidental--absolutely no one knew that was going to happen and he was wrought with guilt upon learning he died from his injuries.

Since Evan’s passing, though, Elizabeth had been nothing but cruel to him. She berated him and always managed to tie back everything he said or did to that awful day.

He didn’t pass her the hairbrush?

“If Evan was here, he would’ve done that for me right away!”

He suggested they go get ice cream together?

“Oh sure, let me ask Evan if he wants to join...oh wait, he’s gone so he can’t!”

Nine times out of ten, you had to be the mediator before they got into a serious argument. Your father was barely around anymore so you three were left to fend for yourselves most days.

There’s been times when Elizabeth mistook you for Michael and almost yelled at you in her anger. Either that or she would say “at least you’re only similar in appearance and not personality”.

Welp, it comes with the curse of being his twin. 

Even out in public you were approached by people who once took their kids to the diner, asking if you’re “proud” of causing “The Bite”, as the incident was called.

Of course you had to point out you’re not him frequently.

God, if this is how they talked to you when mistaking you for him, then it’s no wonder he didn’t wanna go outside anymore. Everyone looked at and spoke about him with such scorn.

It hurts whenever they accidentally insulted you, even if they take back their remarks and apologize.

So today you decided to change that.

Dying your hair was something you’ve considered for a long time, even before this whole incident. William didn’t see why you needed to do that, though. In fact he objected to it, claiming you two being nearly “perfect twins” was something to be proud of.

But now? You didn’t care. You were a teen, damnit, and you should be able to express your individuality.

It’s not like he was around to stop you.

You were actually looking for Michael because you wanted his opinion on what color would look best on you. He deserved a say in the matter, too.

Following Elizabeth’s apathetic advice, you left her room and searched the house for him, eventually finding him in Evan’s room. Everything was already packed in boxes. Only a stripped mattress and an open bag of your late brother’s plushies remained.

You could see Michael clutching the headless Foxy and Fredbear, sobbing. The way he was curled up on the bed reminded you all-too-well of Evan, which made you realize just how truly sorry he was.

You didn’t think he was a monster. He wasn’t a murderer either.

“Mikey?” Gently knocking on the door, you alerted him to your presence. His sobs quieted down as he looked at you and put down the plushies, sniffling. “Can I come in?”

“..d-do whatever you want.”

“Okay.” You walked in and sat on the bed, unsure of what to talk about. On the floor you could see the smashed plastic Foxy mask he used to wear all the time. “I was just...thinking about making some changes. I was gonna dye my hair-”

“Because you don’t wanna look like the monster who murdered your little brother?”

“Wha...” You were taken aback, frowning at him. “No! That’s not what-”

“Cut the shit. We both know that’s what you meant. I get it..the rumors around town..people confusing you for me. I-I’m not mad about it.” New tears streaked down his face as he buried his hands in his hair. “I don’t blame you, [y/n]...I-I wouldn’t wanna be me either.”

“No, that’s really not what I meant at all. I would’ve done this even if that whole thing never happened. I think being twins is cool-”

“But it’s not anymore.” Sniffling, he shut his eyes as more sobs crept up his throat. “You’re getting hurt all because of what I did. S-Sometimes...I dream of those robots killing you..and s-saying I deserve it for making you suffer. They even say I should be in jail and I d-deserve to...to d-”

“That’s enough.”

Slowly opening his eyes, he felt your arms wrap around him, a gentle hand rubbing his back. He couldn’t understand why you’re doing this. You should’ve sided with Elizabeth and realized what a horrible person he was. 

That he was a disgraceful member of the family that should be shunned by all.

That he was just like his father. Cold, uncaring, and murderous.

But no. You wanted to comfort him, even after you literally witnessed everything that happened that day. You’ve tried shielding Evan from his week of torment right up until Michael’s “friends” shoved you back when you tried getting in the way of that stupid prank.

Of course, you cried and were angry at him for a while. You had every right to be and for a few days you barely talked to him.

So for you to be this forgiving when he deserved the exact opposite was...difficult for him to understand.

He couldn’t understand any of it.

"Don’t say that. I’m not letting any of their words get me down. I just..wish they didn’t get you down, too, because none of them are true. You’re not a cold-blooded killer. You’re always gonna be my brother and my best friend, no matter what.”

That last sentence crumbled him completely, being just what he needed to hear from you..

The only sibling who didn’t hate him.

He melted into the hug, face buried into your shoulder as he began crying all over again. “Th-Thank you.” He whimpered. “Please don’t leave me..d-don’t push me away like Liz did..”

“Of course I won’t.” You kept rubbing his back, your eyes meeting the Fredbear plushie’s. He seemed to stare at you weirdly, though you didn’t think much of it and just comforted Michael the best you could.

“I won’t ever push you away, Mikey. I promise I’ll be here for you.”

...........

1985

‘I still can’t believe this..how does the same thing happen twice?!’ 

You stared at the crime scene tape stretched across Circus Baby’s Pizza World’s entrance, devastated.

Another tragedy struck your family. 

This time Elizabeth was gone.

Today was the grand opening of the new restaurant, which your sister was most excited for given the star animatronic who was built just for her.

Though she was in a fairly sour mood after being told to stay away from her. It made sense considering what happened before, but things were different now so she didn’t think it was necessary. She trusted her dad’s robots to be much safer.

You and Michael were setting up the tables for the first birthday party that was scheduled later in the day when Elizabeth stormed in. She begged you two to convince your dad to let her see Baby up close.

Of course, neither of you wanted to deal with that. And Michael offered to go with her in case anything happened, but she just scowled at him.

“I think not. I don’t need to be watched! I deserve to see her myself!”

Of course, knowing her stubbornness, you both just decided to let her go. She was mature enough to make her own choices.

Who knew that choice would be her most fatal one?

Not even a few minutes later, you and Michael heard her loud scream and some kind of disgusting crunch sound.

Immediately you both rushed into the room and saw something absolutely horrific: Baby’s torso covered in blood, her blue eyes now glowing green as her limbs jerked and her mouth started moving on its own.

Everyone had to evacuate straight away, but the haunting sight was permanently etched into your minds.

Another animatronic malfunction.

Another dead sibling.

Same damn thing, just a different place.

Your dad insisted on covering up everything as a gas leak, getting the restaurant shutdown before it could properly see the light of day. It made you realize just how genuinely awful he was. 

He cared more about saving his own skin than the fact he lost another child.

“I-I should’ve gone after her.”

You looked at Michael, seeing his face show that same exact guilt he held for Evan years ago. “No, no, no, Mike. Don’t go there. You are not blaming yourself for this again.” You told him. “It’s my fault, too-”

“But father specifically asked me to watch her! If she dies or gets hurt..i-it’s all on me, he said.” Tears filled up his eyes as he looked down at the ground, his chest tightening. “I-I knew how dangerous they could be and I was so stupid to let her go!”

“Wait..you knew the Funtimes were dangerous?”

Blinking, he looked up at you, realizing he accidentally slipped those words out. “I..w-well they’re brand new and we don’t know if all of the kinks have been worked out. The blueprints showed s-some weird functions but I swear I didn’t-”

“And you didn’t think to tell her that?!��� You grew slightly more outraged the more he spoke. “You worked on these things with our dad and you didn’t think to warn our sister that they were unstable?!”

“She wouldn’t have listened to me anyway! It doesn’t matter!”

“It would’ve mattered! She might still be here if...if...!”

But you trailed off, seeing the look of despair on his face.

No..you couldn’t let him think all of this was his fault. Even if he did help construct some of the designs to make them safer for children.

“..if I had been more insistent, right? That’s what you wanted to say.” His shoulders slumped a bit.

“Michael..I should’ve insisted more, too. But I didn’t know...didn’t think those robots would be capable of doing that..” You shook your head. “I believe you..you couldn’t have known either. We can’t fight like this. Not when it’s only us two now.”

“I-If it comes down to one, though..I..I don’t think I can handle it.” He whispered, tears falling down his cheeks. “I can’t see you go through something like this.”

“What do you mean? Nothing’s gonna happen.” You stepped closer, but he took several steps back, acting as if you were covered in thorns.

Your heart sunk into the very pits of your stomach. “Michael..?”

“[Y/n]..y-you don’t know that. There’s a pattern..and I’m stopping it here. For your own safety, you need to stay far away from me.”

“Are you crazy?!” Tears started to prick your own eyes now. Why would he say something like that? After all you two have been through? ”C’mon, don’t do this to me. We can figure out something together I’m sure!”

However, he just shook his head, taking several more steps away from you. It was obvious he was hurting; he truly didn’t wanna do this. 

Yet he felt like this was the only way he could protect you.

“N-No..together we only suffer. And it’s not gonna stop. I-I just..can’t take that risk. I can’t go through this all over again. Forgive me, [y/n].”

With that, he turned and ran away from the restaurant, leaving you devastated and feeling more alone than ever.

Now you lost another sibling. 

Not to death, this time. 

But it hurts just the same.

.............

????

Michael literally felt like death itself as he trudged through a familiar neighborhood.

He felt especially horrendous after he was forced to vomit up that horrid animatronic amalgamation and watch their remains slither into the sewer.

That should have been the end of him, dying alone and rotting away on the sidewalk.

But then..he heard her voice.

“You won’t die”. She chanted in his mind, over and over and over again until he somehow regained the will to stand. He rose in a paranormal manner, disregarding the stares of terrified people hiding in their houses.

It seemed as though he was reborn again. With new life. With new purpose.

For some reason, she didn’t want him to die. Why is that?

In hopes of finding an answer to that question, he went back home and put on new clothes and fresh bandages, before setting off on his journey. 

At first he believed his father was still out there somewhere.

Maybe that fire at Fazbear’s Fright wasn’t enough. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t rest yet...

Because that bastard was still running loose, acting like an immortal god caged in a rabbit suit.

He hated him so much. For all the neglect and pain he put him and his family through with those machines. Perhaps it’s his agony over what William has done that wouldn’t let him pass on.

But as Michael thought of his family, he thought of his siblings..

Including you.

Of course, how could he forget about you?

Even though he shouldn’t be able to feel emotion, he felt heavy guilt in his heart for how his last conversation with you went. 

Ironic how he begged you not to push him away after Evan died...only for him to do exactly that to you after Elizabeth was gone. Looking back he felt stupid for doing that, but he made his choice, hoping it would spare you from the constant tragedies.

Now he wonders what became of you.

Did you forge a new identity for yourself? Move out of the state or country?

Neither of those would’ve surprised him. You probably despised the “Afton” family name as much as he did.

However there was the lingering fear that you died and went on to possess a robot anyway. He didn’t know. And that was his greatest fear..

Not knowing if you were alive, dead, or somewhere in between.

God he hopes you aren’t.

As he stumbled across the place where his old house once stood, he was surprised to see it had been renovated into a one-story.

Did another family move in? Hopefully they were a relatively normal one and not cursed.

With purple lanky fingers, he shakily pried open the mailbox--which had also been fixed up--and saw a bill or two addressed to you.

Your name was still the same.

You’ve been here all along.

Even when everyone in your family was gone, you chose to stay and live the rest of your days in your childhood home.

What bitter sentimentality.

He noticed your car parked in the driveway, and he decided to go knock on the door and see if you were there.

His mind was far too exhausted to figure out how he’ll explain everything to you. But he knew no apology would ever excuse his abandonment of you all those years ago.

All he can do was hope you’ll understand.

Dragging his feet to the door, Michael mustered the strength to knock several times. He felt so weak but was sure he’ll get used to this. Unfortunately his heavy jacket, pants, cap, and bandages weren’t going to completely hide his gaunt purple complexion. 

At least you couldn’t see the stitches all across his body, with loose wires and small cables still protruding from the wounds.

Though you will see the eerie white glow of his eyes.

Hopefully you’ll recognize him by his hair somehow and won’t scream and slam the door on his face. 

Because that’s the last thing he needed.

To be seen as a monster like all the kids in town called him in his teen years.

He pushed aside those dark memories as the door creaked open and he saw you, with that same hair dye he suggested to you, your brown roots showing. You were dressed as some guard, looking like you just came home from a shift.

How funny.

You ended up taking on the same profession he did. 

Apparently it does run in the family.

“..hi..?” Your voice rings out with confusion at this strange purple man at your doorstep.

“Hi..” He managed to whisper, his eyes watering up.

That’s another thing he thought he lost: the ability to cry. He shed tears for his brother, sister, and monster of a father.

Now he gets to shed them for his twin sibling.

His only living human sibling. 

The one he should’ve been there for all along.

Still not connecting the dots, you just stare at him, tilting your head. “Are you okay? Can I help you with anything?”

It took all of his willpower to not breakdown right there and then as he put his hand out. He bravely looked into your eyes, not wanting to hide from you like he did so many other people.

No more hiding for him.

All he wanted now was to spend time with you. Just like before.

“[Y/n], it’s me..Michael.”

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭𝒀 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.  (  as requested, here are some fluffy winter holiday prompts for couples.  as a reminder: your muse = sender and my muse = receiver.  feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  here, i made some hot chocolate for you.  ❜ ❛  all i wanna do today is to sit in front of the fireplace and watch movies.  ❜ ❛  why don’t we just spend the whole day in bed?  ❜ ❛  you’re cute when your cheeks are all rosy like this.  ❜ ❛  let’s cuddle, it’ll warm us both up.  ❜ ❛  i brought you your favorite fluffy socks.  ❜ ❛  come back under the blanket, it’s getting cold here without you.  ❜ ❛  we should totally make snow angels together.  ❜ ❛  look, it’s snowing! let’s go outside!  ❜ ❛  i already made a fire for us for later.  ❜ ❛  i’m really glad i get to spend this season with you.  ❜ ❛  are you cold? i could warm you up.  ❜ ❛  i know we said no presents but i got you a little something anyway.  ❜ ❛  isn’t it beautiful? isn’t this romantic?  ❜ ❛  careful, the cookies are fresh out of the oven.  ❜ ❛  in case i don’t tell you enough already ― i love you.  ❜ ❛  oh ... there’s a mistletoe over your head.  ❜ ❛  you’re wearing my favorite hoodie again, don’t you?  ❜ ❛  you look absolutely beautiful with snow in your hair.  ❜ ❛  my favorite thing about the holidays is that i get to spend them with you.  ❜

[  FIREPLACE  ]  *  your muse cuddles up to my muse in front of a fireplace. [  SNOWBALL  ]  *  your muse throws a snowball at my muse. [  COOKIES  ]  *  our muses bake cookies together. [  BLANKETS  ]  *  our muses build a blanket fort. [  STARLIGHT  ]  *  our muses go outside to look at the stars. [  MISTLETOE  ]  *  your muse kisses my muse under a mistletoe. [  CANDLES  ]  *  our muses light candles together. [  SUNRISE  ]  *  your muse wakes up my muse to watch the sunrise together. [  PRESENT  ]  *  your muse surprises my muse with a present. [  DECORATIONS  ]  *  our muses hang up decorations for the holidays. [  SNOWMAN  ]  *  our muses build a snowman together. [  CHOCOLATE  ]  *  your muse makes hot chocolate for my muse. [  BATH  ]  *  our muses take a hot bath together. [  BENCH  ]  *  your muse finds my muse sitting outside on the porch. [  WALK  ]  *  our muses go on a walk in the cold together. [  EGGNOG  ]  *  our muses drink eggnog together. [  BED  ]  *  your muse convinces my muse to stay in bed all day. [  SLED  ]  *  our muses go sledding together. [  GINGERBREAD  ]  *  our muses build a gingerbread house. [  SNOWFLAKE  ]  *  your muse takes my muse outside in the snow.

[onceuponablogging]

Rules.

— @crimson-kisses

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➪ My inboxes || messages || request are always opened so don’t hesitate to interact with me. it will take some time to respond to them but I will get to them eventually. No message or requests would be going to waste. I am just a very slow perfectionist who takes her time doing her stuff.

➪ I have no triggers whatsoever; whether it’s extremely dark || sexual || violent, you are free to ask about it and talk with me about it. I find it more challenging and interesting to write about such stuffs, don’t worry about my mental health. I am too far gone. :3

➪ any yandere requests regarding platonic || familial || romantic relationships are accepted as long as it’s reader-centric. I won’t be accepting ships. especially if they are popular ones, just no.

➪ I prefer writing female darlings in most cases, it’s simply a form of self-insert I suppose. but I personally feel that it’s more easier and comes naturally when I write such stuff. especially when it comes to nsfw. keep that in mind please.

➪ I am alright with requests regarding Nyotalia || unpopular characters || any interesting scenarios. Tell me what you would prefer!! I am not interested in the 2ps, although I won’t mind answering the asks regarding them, I will give it my best attempt.

➪ I am also alright with writing poly-yandere concepts; I won’t necessarily be describing their relationships as fluffy or rosy since they are yanderes.

➪ Just to put it out there, I won’t be disclosing or exposing anyone’s personal requests || discussions through messages without their permission. We don’t do that here and neither shame anyone.

➪ I am not so interested in writing overpowered || fluffy || broken || dead || loving || willing darlings since it takes the fun away most of the time and doesn’t match the concept but it depends.

➪ It mostly depends upon the requesters to make the request more interesting and intriguing so I am not trying to limit anyone from requesting anything, just giving an idea of what kind of requests and am willing to write. don’t worry about it.

➪ I love writing about darlings who are morally grey; whether it be because they are religious || conservative || harsh in their worldview, although I won’t be insulting any religion or political view in this blog. I want darlings having relationships or concepts which could be considered problematic, especially from the yandere’s perspective.

➪ I am not sure about writing for other fandoms; although I do have a few stuff in mind for some of them. we will see about that. In the moment, I will mostly be writing Hetalia content.

➪ Do understand that all the relationships between the Hetalia and Nyotalia characters as well as their personalities are written from my personal perspectives based on historical headcannons I have in mind for them.

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[thebetterjonesboy]

request 4 @leelybees ♥: Can you do a Sweet Pea fic inspired by the song Flowers by boy pablo? It’s just that the song gets me in my feelings and i’m craving some angst. Thank you so much!🐝

warnings: none jus a lil angst & sadboy vibes, a lil bit of me still tryna grasp writing i’m sorry andjjcjdbsbzvx b patient plz i’m tRYiNg mY beSt

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The sun is falling now

Seems like you left the town

Why would you ever leave us?

Well, it's nothing to discuss

'Cause I know that it's over

sweet pea laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

she was what made the garden in his heart bloom. she watered the flowers and picked away at the weeds, without her the weeds took over and the flowers withered away with neglect.

he wanted her back. he needed her, but she disappeared. to new york, or wherever her fleeting heart decided to carry her.

either way, it wasn’t here. with him.

We won't forget you now

'Cause you'll be right back

Am I wrong

Am I wrong saying we will see you soon

he often indulged in the thought that she’d find her way back to him. soulmates can never stray too far for too long right?

her existence in his life haunted him.

the smell of her perfume, a rosy floral (but somehow wasn’t so light and girly, it felt deep and earthy to him; he thought about it often) always seemed to linger around him.

the sound of her laugh or the way she inhaled sharply and deeply when she was bothered, the soft touches from her fingers, finally a touch that was gentle and loving instead of aggressive and angry. he couldn’t shake them.

it’s almost like he lived with the ghost of her day in and day out.

These memories will fade

The sun won't shine today

My body starts to get pain

Not going anywhere

but as often as he indulges in the thought of her return, he’s consumed with the fear that he lost her. he knows he won’t be able to remember the smell of her perfume floating around him someday. he knows the sound of her laugh won’t be able to ring through his ears on demand or the way she sighed whenever he hears something that he thinks would bother her. he knows that the feeling of her touch will become a mere feeling he longs to find in someone else.

There's nothing left to say

'Cause I know that it's over

he knows she’s gone, there’s nothing left he can do.

he resists the urge to text fangs and spill his heart again, he’s run out of things to say. the words all become routine.

We won't forget you now

'Cause you'll be right back

it nags at him. it always will. until she returns, a small voice will always whisper to him that she’ll be home soon.

Here again, here again with us

We can't wait to see the flowers

she’ll be here. with him, their friends. the garden in his heart will once again blossom and flourish. she’ll be the flood after a drought, and again the weeds will be plucked.

And when that time is here

We'll be so glad to get out

Get out when you come back to us

And hang out for those months of

Hang out for those months of time

even if for a moment, he’d give anything to be with her again.

[lesbians4lottienat]

Hiiii, can you please write something romantic for reader/shauna, like reader thinks shauna is jealous of jackie spending time with reader but shauna was actually jealous of reader and not jackie… thank you so much!! and i love your writing btw

of course! tysm for your kind words as well :D hopefully i did your idea justice !!

Jealousy, Jealousy

Shauna Shipman doesn’t like you, because Jackie does. You finally gain the courage to confront her about it. Her response surprises you.

implied fem!reader (they’re on the team), jealous shauna, reader kinda replaces jeff but they’re better because screw that guy am i right!! it’s also implied the shauna and reader sleep together at the end :P

Since your arrival to the team, the intricate and tension-filled relationship between Jackie and Shauna has been a constant source of fascination. Where Jackie led, Shauna followed, always nearby. Their occasional spats, seemingly insignificant, profoundly impacted the team’s dynamics. Yet, their ability to reconcile and restore normalcy was equally intriguing, if not more so.

Shauna Shipman didn’t like you. Of that, you are sure. Why, you may ask? Because Jackie adored you. Ever since you joined the team, she made it a point to invite you to all her parties and have you sit with her and Shauna at lunch. She had Shauna drive you to school with them. She helped you with your wardrobe and makeup. Everything that could involve two people, she would do with you. You were pretty sure the team captain had a bit of a crush on you. And yes, you liked Jackie, truly. You just…didn’t want her like that. You’d tried showing her that you were only friends in the past, but she never seemed to take the hint.

To make things worse, you were also pretty sure Shauna was in love with Jackie. The two were childhood best friends, and Shauna looked at Jackie like she hung the stars in the sky. They were already dating in your mind. Everyone knew they were a pair. Most just hadn’t thought to observe far enough to see how deep Shauna’s love for Jackie ran. You couldn’t blame Shauna; you’d feel bitter if your friend/crush gained feelings for someone and left you in the dust, too. You just wish that you weren’t the target of her bitterness.

A shiver runs down your spine as you sip your drink. Currently, you reside in a clearing in the forest. Someone, you couldn’t remember who, was hosting a party a day before you flew out to nationals. You were standing alone, taking a moment to yourself, but you could still feel her gaze burning into the back of your head. You look around, hoping to find the person on your mind. She looks away as soon as your eyes settle on her, but it's clear to you that she is the one who glared in your direction. You’re just drunk enough that you finally want to confront her about it. Jackie is nowhere to be found, having run off with some of your other teammates to discuss strategy for nationals.

You approach slowly at first, but you move much quicker when you see her trying to disappear into the crowd instead of talking to you. You grab her wrist gently, not hard enough to bruise but firm enough to garner her attention. Her head snaps in your direction.

“What?”

You shift awkwardly on your feet. She looks at you with a furrowed brow, clearly interested in ending the conversation. You decide to make it quick.

“Why don’t you like me?”

She wasn't expecting that, as her eyes widened and her mouth fell agape. She scoffs.

“I like you plenty.”

“No,” you slur, “You hate me. What did I do?”

She opens and closes her mouth a few times to respond, but nothing ever comes out. Finally, she’s about to speak when Jackie finds you both. She greets you nervously, all but dragging you both to the car. It's past her curfew (yours and Shauna’s, too), and she really should be getting home. Jackie climbs into the passenger seat, and you’re banished to the backseat as Shauna’s the designated driver for the night.

The air in the car is tense, although Jackie seems none the wiser. She sings along to the radio’s music and asks how both of you enjoyed the party. You both vaguely say that it was fine. Shauna drives her home. You’re expecting her to head in your house’s direction next, but instead, she pulls off on the side of the road a few blocks away from Jackie’s place.

“Why are we stopping?”

Anxiety rises in your stomach. Despite your drunken state, you know that this is weird. You ask a girl who most definitely hates you for what you did, and she gets you alone and corners you far away from the only person stopping her from strangling you. Yeah, you thought to yourself that this is the end.

She stays silent, parking her shitty van, before unbuckling and moving to the backseat. Alright. You were definitely dying tonight. You start babbling a nervous apology for bringing it up in the first place. However, she shuts you up quickly, shoving her lips against your own. You make a muffled noise of surprise. It's messy. Your teeth clash, and she grabs a fistful of your hair.

Somewhere in between kisses, she explains herself.

“I don’t hate you. I hate her being all over you. It's not fair that she…she takes everything. I saw you first.”

You both pull away, breathless. She swallows nervously, something dark swirling behind her deep brown eyes. You stare back at her, utterly confused and equally attracted to her. You lean in and capture her in another bruising kiss. This time, she demands that you say you like her, not Jackie. You comply easily.

You spend thirty minutes sitting inside Shauna Shipman’s van, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air, before she drives you home. As she bids you farewell with a kiss on the cheek, she leans in and whispers, "We can't tell her about this," before sending you inside.

You spend the rest of your night wondering what happened and recounting your encounter with the girl you thought despised you.

kinda hate the ending but that’s okay !! hope you enjoyed :3

[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.”

[lesbians4lottienat]

please write any sort of hurt/comfort with Nat 😣

(Your writing is literally my fav on this app)

Maybe like during the hunting competition you go and try to find Lottie or Nat (cus it’s a bad idea and you’re worried sick) and end up kinda getting lost passing out from the cold. You’re brought back to the cabin by one of the girls and Nat is worried sick ☹️ she helps you into the tub and is all soft and sweet and gentle with you

aaaa tysm dearest anon! your kindness truly makes my day :] i apologize for this being so short!! i loved this idea but i fear i didn’t execute it well :< nevertheless, i hope you enjoy <3

Frozen Kisses

You pass out in the show after searching for Nat and Lottie to convince them that the hunting competition is a dumb idea. Nat takes cares of you when you make it back to the cabin.

You shiver, stepping out of your drenched, freezing clothes. Nat helps you step out of everything, always by your side to support you so you can stay upright. She helps you enter the makeshift tub full of steaming hot water. You wince as you sit down. Your skin already felt like it was burning, and the warm water did nothing to help this. Nat squeezes your hand as you whimper. Your cold body is finally finding some warmth. She carefully runs her hands through your wet hair and slowly pours a cup of warm water over your head. You whimper, cheeks red and body sore. She cups your face and makes you look at her.

“Why would you go out like that? I’ve been hunting for months; you know that I know my way around here. I was fine,” Nat scolds, although she sounds much less angry than she intends to. You nuzzle your face into the palm of her hand, droopy eyes closing in satisfaction.

In hindsight, it wasn't the most incredible idea. Running into the biting winter air in search of Lottie and Nat so you could talk them out of this stupid hunting competition without knowing the forest's layout that well was, admittedly, a bad plan. However, you were so sick and worried you couldn’t help but sneak out searching for them both.

“I was scared,” you croak. Nat’s brow furrows at this; she frowns as she runs her fingertips across your skin. She sighs, tears welling in her eyes.

“I was scared,” she mumbles, kissing your forehead softly. “You- you could've been hurt.”

You’re hit with a pang of guilt imagining the look on her face when the other girls told her where you had likely run off to. While it warms your heart to know that she quickly got everyone to go out looking for you, you can’t help but feel bad for worrying everyone else, too. You remember the look of absolute terror on your girlfriend’s face when Taissa guided you back to the cabin. She looked as worried as you were sure you had when she initially ran off for that stupid competition.

“Sorry,” you mutter, tracing patterns against her warm hands. “I'm fine, promise.”

She snorts at this, saying, “Your freezing body isn’t exactly convincing me, babe."

You pout up at her, opening your eyes. Your body is still trembling, but you lean forward and place a chaste kiss on her lips. She smiles, exhaling shakily.

“I love you.”

“Love you too, loser.”

[lesbians4lottienat]

could I request sleepy nat x fem!reader?

like she’s super worn out and over tired but is refusing to go to sleep ( maybe it’s right after her dad died or sm and she’s having nightmares ) and you’re her gf and all you want is for her to get a good nights sleep and so you’re cuddling and ur sneaky plan all along is to help her take a nap

( also can I be 🫀? )

ooo i love this request 🫀 anon !! i hope i did your idea justice :3 i wanted to go for domestically here hehe, so hopefully i succeeded !! lmk what you think <3

Rest Up

Nat had been over at your place a lot lately. It was to be expected with the anniversary of her father’s death coming soon. She always struggled a lot around this time of year, and you were one of the few comforts she found in this world that wasn’t self-destructive. You didn’t mind, however, loving your girlfriend more than anything in the world. You would do anything if it meant her happiness and health.

Speaking of which, she hadn’t slept in days, and you were worried sick. You knew why she was avoiding sleeping like the plague; her nightmares were always vicious this time of year, but you also knew that she needed to get some rest. You sighed, thinking about ways to get her to sleep; your girlfriend was stubborn to her core, after all. Then, as she’s taking a shower, it hits you—the perfect idea.

You start by baking some brownies. It seems silly, but you need brownies for your grand plan to work. Once out of the shower, Nat stifles a yawn, wrapping her arms around your waist. You hum in response, turning to kiss her on the cheek before resuming your baking.

“Whatcha making?” she asks, trying to sample some of the batter while you aren’t looking. You swat her hand away and she pretends like you’ve just chopped her hand off. Despite her dramatic antics, you can tell that she’s exhausted, Nat’s deep eye bags sticking out like a sore thumb on her pale skin. You frown looking at them, placing the bowl down, and peppering her face with kisses. She laughs silently, making a noise of happiness at having your attention.

“Brownies,” you say between kisses, “I got bored waiting for you.”

She smiles at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, sorry, principessa,” she says, and it doesn’t even matter to you that she’s totally mispronouncing it; just the fact that she’s calling you pet names in another language is enough to turn your legs into jelly. You roll your eyes, but the heat radiating from your face tells her she’s succeeded in flustering you. She snorts at you.

“Did that seriously work?” she sleepily asks, yawning and stretching her arms above her head.

“Shut up,” you say, “Go sit on the couch while I put these in the oven.”

She does as you say, getting comfortable on the couch, and you soon walk over and join her. You grab your biggest, fluffiest blanket and lay it over the two of you. You pop a stupid, cheesy rom-com into the VCR and open your arms to your girlfriend. She rests her head in the crook of your neck, wrapping her arms around your midsection. Initially, she’s making fun of your choice of movie. It’s fluffy and stupid; soon, however, as the smell of baking brownies fills the air, she feels her eyes getting heavier.

She yawns, curling up further on you, and you have to resist the urge to coo. She’s just so cute like this, it makes you want to wake her up by kissing her all over. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, you let the film play as ambient noise. When the brownies are done, you carefully slip out of her grasp, pulling the blanket up further on her. You take the desserts out and put them in a small container to cool before returning to your sleepy girlfriend’s side and holding her throughout the rest of the night.

[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]

Hihi this is like my first time requesting so hopefully it’s good 😭😭🤞

But pre-crash Nat and reader where they’re both ex’s and Nat is jealous of reader getting more closer to Lottie at a party or practice (whichever you like better) and it could either end like with Nat or Lottie or both

(I ran out of the idea at the end 😭😭 sorryyyy)

(( i got a little carried away cuz i liked this idea so much lol ! ))

Bittersweet

Nat doesn’t like how close you and lottie have gotten after you and her break up. She finally works up the courage to talk to you about what happened.

Nat scowls from beneath the bleachers, brow furrowed in confusion and annoyance. It had been two months since she had broken up with you, a drunken decision made in anger when you had gotten into a fight over her. You punched some jerk who had called her a slut, claiming that she “didn’t need your fucking help.”

And now, here she was, stewing in anger on the outskirts of the soccer field. Truth be told, it had scared her; seeing your bloodied, battered body worried Nat to no end. Knowing that she was technically the reason this had happened? Maybe you were better off without her. So, she did what she knew best. She pushed you away and isolated herself from one of the only good things she had going for her.

She stubbed out her cigarette, squinting her eyes in your direction. You currently stood on the field, accompanied by none other than Lottie fucking Matthews. The two of you passed the ball back and forth, warming up for your upcoming practice. You laughed at something Lottie said, and she felt the urge to roll her eyes at the dopey smile on the taller girl’s face.

You and Lottie had been getting closer recently. Determined to cheer you up after yours and Nat’s ‘falling out,’ as the rest of the team deemed it, she had been hanging around you more and more. Nat resented that everyone simply saw it as a fight between friends, although she supposed she had no one to blame but herself. After all, she had been the one to ask to keep the relationship between you and her alone.

Nat grumbled to herself as Lottie greeted her, feeling nauseous at seeing you staring anywhere but at her to avoid catching her gaze. She raised her hand halfway in a mock wave, rushing past you two and into the changing rooms. She wanted nothing more than for this stupid practice to be over. She hadn’t even wanted to come, but she was sure Taissa or Jackie would’ve hunted her down had she not shown. They both had been working everyone harder, mainly because nationals were approaching.

Nat sighed as she changed into her practice gear, being one of the last people in the locker rooms. She rubbed at her eyes, trying her best to ignore the angry tears that threatened to fall. She’d much rather be getting high with Kevyn Tan behind the dumpster right about now.

“Alright ladies, take a knee,” Coach Martinez had yelled, and Nat knew it was time to start. They were going through some basic drills today and ending the practice with a simple scrimmage. Nat looked to you when the coaches told them all to partner up with someone else, but you were already by Lottie’s side, her holding onto your hand. Stupid. She partnered with Laura Lee, her thinly worn patience being tested as the girl told her she had been praying for your and her ‘friendship’ to heal. Nat knew she meant well, but it took everything in her not to start a fight then and there.

It all started to go wrong when it was time for the scrimmage. You and Nat were on the same team. Great, she thought to herself, how could this get any worse? Of course, that was before she saw Lottie pouting at you because she was not on your team and squeezing your hand to wish you good luck. Jealousy swirled hatefully in her gut, and she couldn’t fight the scowl on her face.

It started small. You hadn’t passed the ball to her when she was closer to the net and could’ve easily gotten your team a point. You had still scored, earning the praise of your teammates, but the seed of annoyance grew at the simple gesture. She was clearly open! You could’ve avoided all but being knocked over by Tai if you had just passed to her! And, maybe she could’ve avoided seeing Lottie grinning ear to ear at you, sending you two thumbs-ups. She hated it. She hated the feeling of you so clearly moving on while she still loved you. She knew it wasn’t your fault; she was the one who didn’t communicate and scared you away. She wished you would just chase after her already and talk to her so she could apologize. She was too afraid, though. Too nervous to approach you. It would be awkward, too, with Lottie glued to your side lately.

Practice ended after what felt like an eternity. Nat quickly made her way to the showers, changing after cleaning herself up a bit. She stomped off toward the back of the dumpster, where she was certain Kevyn was waiting for her with something to take her mind off what was bothering her. She’s caught by the shoulder, however, before she can make her way to the comfortable familiarity of being high.

“Nat! You were great today,” Jackie exclaims, and Nat wants to roll her eyes. She barely had the ball. You had made sure of that, she thought bitterly to herself.

“What do you need, Taylor?”

Jackie’s smile falters slightly before she forces a laugh and shakes her head.

“I just wanted to invite you over for a team bonding exercise! Everyone else is coming over to my house tonight! We’d love to have you!”

Nat shifts uncomfortably. By how Jackie is looking at her, it's clear this isn’t an optional event. She sighs before nodding. Jackie squeals in excitement, shouting to Nat that she should be there by 8:00 as she stalks off.

Nat shows up at 9:00. She expects a few cars, but she’s met with a party in full swing. What the hell? She walks in and is met with even more people. She nearly groans at all the drunk teenagers bumping into her. While looking for a drink, she bumps into Shauna. Shauna seemingly stares at Jackie as she dances with Jeff a ways away.

“What happened to the ‘team bonding exercise,’” she mutters as she downs her drink. Shauna startles slightly before letting out a sigh.

“Jeff heard about it. Said Jackie ought to throw a party instead,” Shauna spits, bitterness clear in her tone. Deciding that she’d rather not deal with whatever is happening between those three, Nat simply shrugs in response and walks outside to the backyard. It's much calmer back there, with fewer people. There seems to be a circle of people sharing a joint they rolled themselves, judging by its poor quality, and Nat’s tempted to join. She avoids it, however, as she wants to avoid the scrutiny of her teammates if they find out. She walks back in to avoid temptation, passing through the crowd. At this point, she’s just going to leave; it’s not worth it. Lucky for her, she runs into the two people she wants to see the least sitting on the curb in front of the Taylor residence.

You and Lottie sit together, sharing a cigarette. You both have your drinks sitting next to you, quietly chatting and laughing with one another. Nat’s too tired to think better of it, and she approaches you two.

Lottie waves at her and says something, but she's too angry to hear right now. She grabs your wrist and yanks you up, mumbling out a simple, “We need to talk.” Before she can get you to a secluded spot, Lottie grabs her arm.

“If you have something to say to her,” Lottie starts, “You should be able to say it to me, too.”

Nat glares, looking back and forth between You and Lottie. Lottie glares back. The confused look on your face tells her that you hadn’t asked Lottie to do this.

“This has nothing to do with you, Matthews,” she seethes, “This is none of your business.”

“With how hostile you’ve been towards me for getting closer to her? I’d say this is as much my business as it is yours.”

“Lottie-”

“No,” she interrupts you, “I’m not letting you get hurt again because you’re too nice to stand up for yourself. I’m not leaving you alone with her,” she states, a protective glint in her eyes. Nat glowers up at Lottie, hoping that her smaller stature doesn't make her any less intimidating to the girl.

“Fine,” Nat starts, and a stupidly confident smirk paints Lottie’s features. She thinks that Nat’s going to walk away. Nat wants nothing more than to wipe that look off her face, so she continues. “I shouldn’t have gotten angry with you for sticking up for me. I was scared because you got yourself hurt. I…I didn't want you to throw away your future for me.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, softening slightly.

“I miss you,” Nat grumbles, hanging her head in shame, “And I’m sorry that I’m an asshole.”

Everything is momentarily silent, and Nat thinks she’s made an absolute fool of herself when you suddenly respond.

“I’m sorry that you're an asshole, too.”

Her head snaps up at your monotone voice, scared that you’re still upset. There’s a small, sad smile on your face, however. You reach out to her, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

“Missed you, too, loser.”

And suddenly, you're kissing her—a chaste kiss on the cheek. Her face flushes, embarrassed that Lottie is seeing such a private moment. Lottie looks between you two, seeming rather confused. Nat feels a tiny sense of satisfaction at that. Guess you didn’t tell your new friend everything, then.

“Lottie,” you start, “Thank you for looking out for me, but Nat and I have some things to talk about. You’ve been such a great friend to me lately, and I appreciate it immensely. I’ll tell you about this later, I promise.”

Lottie deflates slightly at being referred to as a friend but nods, stepping back. She looks at you both once before walking off, leaving you two to enter your car and drive off. You take her to your house, knowing she prefers to stay away from her trailer, and you both have a long conversation about worries and fears for your relationship after you assure her that, yes, there is still a relationship.

Now, you lay in your bed, your face nestled in Nat’s neck. She runs her fingers through your hair, telling you how much she’s missed this, missed you. You fall asleep in her arms, almost certain that you hear her mutter, "I love you,” for the first time before you drift off.

(( as always, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated :] hope you enjoyed!! ))

[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