📝 : this headcanon has been rotting in my drafts for week lmfao 😭🙏 it has been SO LONG since i last posted a nat headcanon or a yj headcanon, so here u go my fellow yj fans 🫶🏻
𑣲── rockstar! natalie who's popular on the music industry because of her band's music or mainly because she has this energy that screams "i don't give an f" vibe.
she basically doesn't care of what the media portrays her to be — or what the others think of her when they see her.
𑣲── rockstar! nat who met you on of her gigs while touring around the states. i truly believe she'll take a liking to you once she sees like you're not like the other girls — you don't worship the ground she walks on, or you don't look at her like she's a saint or something.
𑣲── rockstar! nat who approaches you when you were outside by the bar/club, hitting up a conversation with you only to find that you're not interested which makes her grin up to you even more.
𑣲── rockstar! nat who's a total sucker for you!!! she's genuinely restless after the conversation she had with you, finding it so odd that you weren't falling to her usual charms, and she doesn't know if she hates or loves you for that.
𑣲── rockstar! nat who genuinely tries to find you online, only to find out that you have absolutely little to no social media presence at all.
𑣲── rockstar gf! nat who's genuinely down bad for you once you both start dating. you always need to be with her whenever she's going out because according to her — you're her comfort person.
𑣲── rockstar gf! nat who always invites you at her band rehearsals. she always pretends that it's no big deal that you're just on the couch, scrolling through your phone or recording them — but she really pretends to be all hardworking at rehearsals because you're there lmao 😭
𑣲── rockstar gf! nat who soft launches you on her instagram!!! mostly it's a picture of her bandmates practicing, but there's always pictures of you there — whether it's a polaroid of you trying to play her guitar, or just a picture of you fixing her signature bleached blonde up, with your face hidden.
speaking of your pictures on her social media, she doesn't show your faces on them because she's always liked your relationship being private. though there's always snippets of you in her posts, close up pictures of your eyes or your smile.
and also, nat who has hundreds of thousands on followers on instagram vs you, who has a private one with like 20 followers on it 😭
𑣲── rockstar gf! nat who has a private account just for you and her friends, 100% has a funny username so "the fans can't know that's her."
𑣲── rockstar gf! nat who always asked for your signature in almost all of the guitars she owned. there was even a polaroid of you in her wallet, busy signing one of her guitars.
𑣲── rockstar gf! nat who uses your polaroid as her title track cover when she announces it online, you being flustered with it afterwards.
𑣲── and lastly, rockstar gf! nat who gives you her band's merch <3 she always asks you to wear it when you come on her gigs.
graduating from cosmetology school as nat's gf hcs ⋆⭒˚.⋆
• you began cosmetology school just about 14 months ago as a full-time student. you had already been dating natalie, who actually was your inspiration for starting.
• your passion for doing hair stemmed from when, in high school, nat would make you touch up her roots. you found it fun, to make people look and feel their best.
• and so, it became something you put a lot of time and effort into. it took up a lot of your time, sure, but it was totally worth it the day you graduated.
• natalie might've been more thrilled than you at your achievement. she's so incredibly proud of her hardworking gf <3
• nat who loves to celebrate you!! it's a big deal! she texts you, asking you to pick up some takeout, but really, it was just to buy her some time so she could decorate the apartment.
• but of course.... she has no idea what she's doing. she may or may not have almost burned the small cake she baked for you two, and almost lost a balloon on her way back from the store. but she tries!
• you eventually show up, unlocking the door and glancing confusedly around the hallway, when natalie is nowhere to be found.
• "nat, honey?" you call out, locking the door behind you and walking in slowly. you hear a small "shit!" followed by a small crash, before a frazzled looking nat pops her head in the hallway.
• "uh... hey, babe." she tries to act casual, but you can tell something is up. you raise an eyebrow, walking into the kitchen and taking it in.
• the dishwasher is popped open, seemingly half-loaded in an attempt by natalie to clean up before you got home. there's a cake in your favorite flavor on the counter, the perfect size for just the two of you, a few balloons and a vase of flowers to the left. she holds her breath, watching you.
• "nat! you didn't have to!" she sighs in relief that you like it, a lazy grin spreading across her lips.
• "i wanted to. congratulations, baby." she replies, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind. she then grabs the takeout bag from your hand, holding it up. "let's eat, yeah?"
yayyyy back to writing also guys my days have been so shit it's like mega hell i got sick and almost passed out in the middle of a lesson but whatever we're celebrating!!! yay!!! see original request here.
okay I sometimes get the thought of how would Nat be if like reader was SUPER INEXPERIENCED like never even cuddled with a past partner before… so… could ya maybe do a girl a favor..? 😌
nat would love to tease you for being so inexperiencedddd like ugh....she finds it so endearing but so amusing. your hands get all clammy, your body gets all tense when she does something small like hold your hand? she grins at you and squeezes it, chuckles when you avoid eye contact and blush like a motherfucker because you have basically zero experience in showing or receiving affection. she'll tease you by saying something like, "you know you can hold my hand too, right?"
i like thinking about her kissing an inexperienced reader... nat guiding you, giggling into your lips because you're slightly awkward but so eager, flushing from her touches, nat flushing because of the quiet noises you're releasing when she strokes your hips or face. getting all embarrassed because she keeps chuckling, but she pulls back to reassure you that she's not laughing at you. it's just that you're hovering your hands over her body and it tickles. she plants your hands firmly on her body and mumbles between your lips, "it's okay to touch me. just follow my lead."
cuddling with her for the first time, nat teasing you for the blush on your cheeks <3 doesn't help that her voice is all low while she whispers to you, and it for sure doesn't help the color disappear from your cheeks when she kisses your face and traces her fingers along your arm. reader being so inexperienced but so fucking clingy and needy while cuddling....grasping onto natalie's body, grip getting tighter when she shifts in bed because you think she's trying to get up, nuzzling into her neck because it's so nice to be this close to someone, especially when they're holding you just as tightly :(
heated kisses with nat where she shows you how to use your tongue...she gives you an example of how to use it while she shoves her tongue in your mouth, heat slowly building up in your stomach. and then she lets you practice on her :3 nat, mumbling instructions into your lips while you get the hang of some tongue action. nat grinning when you whine and desperately paw at her sides when she praises you for doing a good job.
she loves how easily she can get you flustered. you get so shy from her flirting, easily turning into a mess just from her words. not to mention her touches...god she gets so much out of how you squirm and start getting restless just from the way her hand is slowly stroking your back. nat is a fucking teaseee and asks if you'd like her help with anything ;3
hickeys!!! she's obsessed with marking your skin. obsessed with how you respond to her teeth grazing your neck and the way she sucks hickeys into your skin. inexperienced reader who begs nat for hickeys because they love them so much....inexperienced reader who also begs to give nat hickeys because they've never given one before and just wanna litter their marks along her pretty neck.
nat lowkey gets so incredibly turned on when you cum in less than two minutes the first time she has sex with you. the foreplay lasts so long and you're so soaked by the time she makes her way down...you can honestly feel the orgasm build up in your stomach when she's just softly kissing your crotch and peering up at you to gauge your reaction through her lashes. it hits you so quickly, and you don't have any time to tell her you're about to cum before it happens. all you do is whine and babble and squirm in her grip, juices trickling down her throat as she slurps you up.
inexperienced reader learning nat's body @__@ touching her for the first time, constantly looking up at her for praise and reassurance while you use your mouth or fingers, apologizing when she tells you to slow down :(
ive thought about this a few times but nat teaching an inexperienced reader how to hold in their orgasm...lightly scolding you but being so sweet when you cum after she told you to hold it, basically just overstimulating you because you can't hold it in :( she finds it so cute.
warnings: fem!reader. mentions of nat's bad home life. mentions of addiction. no crash au. this is very long so be aware!
a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)
— nat did not grow up with affectionate parents, or anything akin to it, so at first, she's a bit awkward with how she shows her love.
— butttt once she's comfortable enough in the relationship, i believe she'd be super affectionate!
— she's a bit cold at first, but one of her love languages is gift giving. it doesn't have to be something big, maybe a mixtape she made for you, or a shirt she found at the thrift and thought you'd like.
— gift giving is perfect for her to show you she cares, while being able to act like she doesn't.
b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)
— the two of you originally met as kids (sandbox love never dies 😉). you were friends until about age 8, then drifted apart because you moved. that was, until freshman year, you moved back, and the two of you re-met through soccer.
— natalie would stay over at your house a lot when you two were friends, not only to escape her parents but also to spend time with you!
— literally would always hang around you at school, cause other than her fellow burnouts, you were her only true friend. the other yellowjackets were okay, but you were closer with them than she was.
c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)
— again, natalie is big on the "i don't care" act in the beginning of your relationship, so cuddling isn't even a thought until you initiate it.
— the first time you cuddle up to her is when the two of you are watching a movie, and you rest your head on her shoulder and scoot closer. nat freezes, before relaxing and awkwardly putting an arm over your shoulder.
— nat prefers to be the big spoon, she likes to feel like she's keeping you safe in some way. but if you force her to be the little spoon every once in awhile, she won't complain.
d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)
— getting married was never even a possibility to natalie. she swore as a kid she'd never get married, and that she would rather be independent. that changed quickly when she saw you again on that first day of practice when she was 15.
— nat sucks at cooking. and i mean badly. she attempted to make you breakfast in bed one morning on your birthday, and almost burnt down your brand new apartment. so, you have to be able to cook, and if you don't, you have to learn how.
— contrary to her terrible cooking skills, she is surprisingly good at cleaning! she had to clean up a lot around the trailer when her parents wouldn't, so she learned how to clean fast. so, the trade off is: you cook, she cleans.
e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
— though i highly doubt she'd ever break up with you, if she were to, it'd probably be during a round of self-destruction.
— does that whole cliche "it's not you, it's me" thing without even realizing, because truly, you did nothing wrong.
— if you did do something wrong, though... i still don't think nat would break up with you. she's too scared of being alone for that.
f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)
— as previously stated, nat never saw herself getting married. but, once she realizes that she does, she's incredibly loyal.
— i don't know why, but i think nat would want to get married a bit younger! maybe around 25? to me, nat would be like "why wait if i know i'm spending the rest of my life with you?"
— she probably proposes in a more intimate setting, and the ring is nothing super glamorous, but it's perfect anyways <3
g = gentle (how gentle are they, both emotionally & physically?)
— natalie is incredibly gentle with her lover. it's a stark contrast to her gruff demeanor, but truly, she is.
— she is deathly afraid of hurting you, physically or mentally, so she's never too rough unless it's a bad argument.
— while she's gentle on you, she isn't as nice to herself. she constantly talks down on herself and it hurts your heart so much that you remind her why you love her dearly.
h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)
— oh she's such a hugger. and you didn't expect her to be, but literally, she is always down for a hug.
— whenever you get home after a bad day, she is waiting with open arms!
— she loves it when she can rub your back while hugging you if you're upset, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down <333
i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)
— it definitely takes natalie a while to work up the courage to say it. it wasn't something she heard a lot of, so it's a big deal to her, and saying it out loud too early feels like a potential nail in the coffin.
— she wanted to do it somewhere nice, maybe on a date or something, but she ends up whispering it to you for the first time without even realizing one night as you're falling asleep next to her.
— she lets out a sigh of relief once she sees you're asleep and didn't hear. that is, until she sees a small smile growing on your face and she hits your arm and says "hey!"
j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)
— she doesn't want to be jealous... but sometimes, she can't help it.
— like once, when the two of you first began dating, the team was prepping for an assembly and jackie was doing your makeup in the bathroom of the locker room.
— nat walked in, looking for you, and when she spotted the honey-blonde painting a little bee on your cheek, she felt something unpleasant curling in her stomach. she walked over, taking the brush and lightly shoving jackie out of the way, grumbling an "i can do it", before taking over. jackie proceeded to tease her for weeks about it.
k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)
— nat's not really rough unless the mood calls for it. it's mostly just a sweet peck from her, occasionally longer.
— she likes to kiss your knuckles and your nose! will lift your hand and kiss it all cheesy like in a romcom, purely to get a laugh from you.
— she likes to be kissed on the top of her head or on her cheek. nat loves when your lipstick leaves a mark on her cheek, and she will wear it proudly!
l = little ones (how are they around children?)
— she's surprisingly good around children! gets insane baby fever whenever you babysit one of your younger relatives.
— kids also love her, for some reason. they think she's so fun even though she wears predominantly black and gray😭.
— natalie wants children someday, but does not want to be the one to give birth or to pass down any of her dna. she loves her future child too much to risk them having any of her family's addiction problems. so, if you decide to have children, you carry or adopt!
m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)
— nat is not a morning person. while she loves slow mornings with you, she hates waking up and getting out of bed.
— if you're an early riser, there's rare times that she'll wake up at the same time as you. and usually, if she does, it's because it's a special day or you have to leave early and she wants to say bye before you go.
— if you're a late riser, she is ecstatic that you're not eager to be up and moving at 8am. she very much enjoys being able to sleep in under thick covers with the person she loves most.
n = night (how are nights spent with them?)
— if you couldn't tell, nat's a night owl. meaning that she loves to go on late-night dates and things like that.
— a night at home is usually spent eating whatever you cooked for dinner (or ordered in), and watching some shitty tv show or movie until the two of you pass out.
o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
— it takes her a while to be honest about her struggles, but once she does, she tries her best to be as honest as possible. it's not fair for you to be unaware.
— she will slowly begin to open up, whether it's about the more heavy things, or if it's just her favorite food.
p = patience (how easily angered are they?)
— she has more patience than most people you've met. as shown throughout the entirety of s3, she attempts to reason more than she does yell.
— if she truly loses her temper, she knows how to calm herself down, and it normally doesn't get out of hand.
q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
— she pays very close attention to what you say, especially if it's about yourself.
— oh, you mentioned wanting to try the new sandwich place around the corner? well, she just brought it home for dinner.
— she remembers everything about you, and frankly, she probably knows your medical history more than you do.
r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
— her favorite moment of all time was when she proposed, duh!! she was so proud that she pulled it off, and frankly, was a little smug when you began crying.
— before that, it was your first date. she'd taken you to a drive-in showing of grease, and the night was so perfect that she still thinks about it years later.
s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)
— natalie definitely prefers to be the protector over the protected. she will make sure you're safe no matter what. she doesn't need much protecting, in her opinion, so she doesn't really allow it.
— the only time you "protected" her was when the two of you weren't even a thing yet, and someone at school called her a slut. you kicked the guy in the balls, and nat swears that moment was what solidified her love.
t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
— she puts a ton of effort in! she wants to make sure you know she loves you and wants to show it through her actions.
— every week, she'll bring home a bouquet of your favorite flowers from the local florist, so that you can have something nice to look at on the counters.
u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)
— nat stays up way too late sometimes. even if she has to get up at 6, she'll be up until 3 without a doubt. and then she's super tired in the mornings.
— natalie used to smoke about a pack of cigarettes a day, but you've managed to help her wean off to about one a week. and you force her to smoke outside.
v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)
— she really doesn't care once she hits like, eighteen. obviously as a younger teenager she cared, but she knows now that you'll find her attractive no matter what, so she just lets herself be.
— she will put some makeup on for dates, though, because she wants the night to feel special.
w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)
— short answer: yes. long answer: she can't imagine what she'd do if you hadn't came back into her life.
— you're deadass her entire world. she doesn't even want to think about if you weren't there.
x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)
— natalie always has to be touching you in some way. pda fears her.
— she'll be smoking a cigarette with one hand, and having an arm wrapped around your waist with the other. when at a gathering, it's the same thing, or at the very least, she's holding your hand.
y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
— natalie wouldn't like someone that's too similar to her. she knows the personalities would clash, because, well, they'd be the same.
— a random thing i think she'd dislike heavily is vegetables? idk why? i think she'd be like a toddler where you'd have to force her to eat her broccoli with dinner.
z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)
— she kicks in her sleep. like badly😭. you put up with it purely out of love, but god, it's terrible.
— also, as previously mentioned, her sleep schedule is terrible! you basically force her to sleep half of the time because you know she'll be grumpy in the morning if you don't.
hehe my first time writing one of these!!! very fun!!! see original request here !
"you spend too much time at school." your girlfriend mumbles from behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as you drop your messenger bag with a sigh. your days were long and dragging at college, and mixed in with your therapy sessions and job, you were tired. and natalie always got the butt of your frustrations.
she refused to work. refused to go to college, or anything that could possibly help you pay the bills. your apartment was small, and your parents helped with some of your finances, but still. you know natalie's still recovering from what happened out there, but you are too. and you're still forcing yourself to function.
you huff, pulling out of her hold and walking over to the refrigerator, that didn't contain much, but thankfully had some leftovers from last night's takeout. her eyes followed you as you put the container in the microwave, still not having said a word.
"are you ignoring me?" the brunette questioned, walking closer to you and watching your expression carefully.
"i'm just tired and hungry. i don't feel like talking." you sit down at the table, grabbing a fork and taking a bite of fried rice. she sat across from you.
"well, you should take a break, babe." her tone sounded kind, as if she was trying to lighten your mood, but it only proved to do the opposite.
"i can't take a break, natalie. i have school, and a job." you put emphasis on those words, before mumbling to yourself. "both things you should work on."
her face scrunched up a bit in hurt, eyebrows furrowing as she tried to come up with a response to that. she knew you were right, but natalie's a stubborn girl.
"you know i can't." she responded quietly, and it should've made your heart hurt, yet you're too sleep deprived to care.
"why not, huh? if i can, you can! it's been eight months since rescue, nat! eight! i can't keep being the only one of us to pay the bills around here!" your breathing was heavy after your outburst, and the brunette went quiet. "you need to figure something out. i love you, but i can't deal with this alone. we're adults. get it together." you finalized, going back to angrily stabbing a piece of chicken as tears of anger welled up.
"i..." for once, natalie's speechless. she knows that she doesn't feel ready to pick life back up, but she has to. she feels like she's losing you. and she's more scared of that than anything else. "i'll figure something out. just... please. don't be angry with me." she reached across the table, fingers prying your hand from the fork so that she could hold it.
"do you promise that you'll actually try? even if it's difficult?" you look at her, eyes softened a little, but still wary.
"i promise. for you."
i love writing for natalie sososo much and i love writing angst 😁. see original ask here !
being natalie’s gf and doing her nails in exchange for little tattoos
being tattoo artist!nat's gf hcs ⋆⭒˚.⋆
• you literally have tattoos littered all over your body— some messier from when she first started practicing, some neater as she developed her skill.
• you like to paint her nails in exchange, even though it's usually just black polish, you have a way of getting it not to chip as much.
• the only real reason she allows this exchange, is because she likes the feeling of her calloused hands in your softer ones. she refuses to admit that, of course (though you have an inkling).
• you have a little flower on your hip bone, a pair of baby angel wings on the nape of your neck, and a few tiny ones scattered around your arms. maybe she'll even convince you to let her tattoo an "n" on you. as a signature, of course.
• they're dainty enough to go unnoticed at your workplace, but they mean something to you. because your lovely girlfriend did them!
• sometimes if you're laying in bed and cuddling, and you're wearing a tank top or have your hair up, she'll gently trace them with her fingers.
• she makes sure you keep that shit sanitized!! could be a tiny dot of ink, and she'll fret over it and make sure you keep it clean. she just wants to make sure you don't get an infection :(.
• the interaction usually goes like this:
• "nat, can you do this for me? i'll paint your nails." you tell her, showing her a reference photo. she just nods in response. she's never declined your offer. she never says no to you.
• nat is my sweet little angel and anyone who says otherwise wants to fight. i'm convinced that if she TRULY let herself love someone, she'd be literally the sweetest thing ever :(.
THIS IS MY FOURTH TIME WRITING THIS IT KEPT GETTING DELETED. anyways uhm i didn't know if u wanted a fic, blurb or his so i chose hcs cause i could include more background stuff! keep sending reqs in guys i love writing for these lil babies even if it's gut wrenching angst!
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ / MDNI, modern college AU, fem!reader, usage of y/n, slow burn (kinda?), reader is oblivious, mentions of smoking & drug use, profanity, loss of virginity, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving + implied giving), use of strap-on (r!receiving), mentions of cockwarming, implied semi-public sex, praise kink, slight d/s dynamics, not proofread
Note: i got this stuck in my head and i couldn’t get it out (:
sfw
Dealer!Nat who only started dealing to put herself through school. Could she have just gotten a regular job? Probably. Should she have? Hell no. There was no way she was gonna pay off her student loans on time that way. And, thanks to her dad, she was already in debt enough as is.
Dealer!Nat who gains a reputation fast. Not just because her weed is good (it is, though - best on campus), but because she’s a player. It doesn’t matter who you are - guy or girl - you’re not immune to the Natalie Scatorccio effect. She fucks and leaves and never speaks to you again.
Dealer!Nat whom you meet because your roommate wants to buy weed but doesn’t want to go alone. So, you go with her to meet the dealer in the dark parking lot of the local grocery store in your college town.
Dealer!Nat who notices you because you’re wearing a low-cut shirt that shows your cleavage, a tennis skirt that shows the roundness of your ass, and a too bright smile for someone attending a drug deal.
Dealer!Nat who never gives discounts, but gives your roommate a discount that night.
Dealer!Nat who can’t help but smile when you wave goodbye and wish her a good night when the transaction is over. Then she overhears you talking with your roommate as you leave,
“She was nice. I wanted to tell her I liked her hair but I thought it would be too weird.”
Dealer!Nat who got unreasonably happy when she sells to your roommate again and you show up with her, wearing a matching pajama set this time and bunny slippers.
Dealer!Nat who asks your roommate if you're coming every time she asks about a pickup and conveniently gets busy when she says no
Dealer!Nat who calls you bunny every time you see each other after that.
“You always wear stuff like that, Bunny? Or am I just special?”
“Oh! No! I just bought this shirt the other day. Isn’t it cute?”
Dealer!Nat who, when you don’t respond to her flirting, starts thinking you’re either the most oblivious person on the planet or maybe you’re not into girls. Or, worse… maybe you’re just not into her.
Dealer!Nat who starts flirting harder with you to see what you do.
Dealer!Nat who is pleasantly surprised when you show up alone to a transaction. You tell her that your roommate couldn’t make it so she sent you to pick up her stuff.
Dealer!Nat who exchanges numbers with you “just in case” and immediately puts your contact as bunny🐇
Dealer!Nat who adds in a free edible once for you and your roommate informs her that you don't do weed.
Dealer!Nat who texts you that night to tease you for not being a stoner. And then starts texting you even more, learning about you. Your major, your hobbies, your favorites.
Dealer!Nat who starts ‘randomly’ showing up at places you told her you were going to be at so she has an excuse to talk to you.
Dealer!Nat who insists you call her Nat every time you call her Natalie.
Dealer!Nat who starts spending more time with you. Walking you to class. Driving or walking you back to your dorm when it's late. A study session at your dorm room. A horror movie marathon at her apartment.
Dealer!Nat who memorizes your coffee order, favorite snacks, and your class schedule.
Dealer!Nat who lends you her leather jacket once, then a hoodie. Then more hoodies because that one came back smelling like you.
Dealer!Nat who teases you for your music taste but exchanges playlists with you.
Dealer!Nat who tries not to smoke around you. But makes sure to blow the smoke away from you if she does.
Dealer!Nat who doesn't realize how much she's fallen for you she is until it's too late because now you're falling asleep on her shoulder and spending the night at her place and handing her things with small smiles, saying, "It made me think of you!"
Dealer!Nat who tries to pull away once she realizes and stops texting you as much. But that only lasts a couple of days because then you're asking her how her day went and telling her you made cookies.
Dealer!Nat who tries to figure out if you even like girls but gets nowhere.
"You talking to anyone lately, Bunny?"
"Um... you?"
Dealer!Nat who gets surprised one day when you shyly ask if you can have a hit off the joint she's smoking out her bedroom window. She talks you through your first hit and can't help but laugh when you cough.
Dealer!Nat who lets you smoke more the next few times you hang out and listens to you ramble about anything and everything when you get high after a few hits.
Dealer!Nat who nearly chokes on the hit she just took when you ask her one day what shotgunning is because you heard about it on TikTok.
"They said it's blowing smoke into someone's mouth... through a kiss? I didn't know you could do that."
"Uh, yeah. That's one way to do it. Usually it's just... mouth to mouth. Gets the smoke in deeper."
"Oh... Have you ever done it?"
Dealer!Nat who shotguns the joint for you. She thinks fuck it when your lips brush and kisses you, soft and hesitant at first. It quickly turns into a full-blown makeout session when you don't pull away from her.
Dealer!Nat who doesn't fuck you that night - even though she really really wants to - because you've told her once that you're a virgin. You end up staying at her place, though. Falling asleep to Finding Nemo after exchanging kisses with her for a while.
Dealer!Nat who toes the line for a while after that. Nothing really changes between the two of you, except for you kiss now. Often. You've exchanged study sessions for makeout sessions.
Dealer!Nat who wants to ask you out. She wants to do it the right way. But she's never done this before. So she goes back and forth for a while before she texts you one day when you're not with her.
nat🫶
what are u doing friday?
bunny🐇
nothing
why? 🙃
nat🫶
wanna go out with me?
like on a actual date
not just smoking n horror movies n shit
bunny🐇
i’d love that (:
Dealer!Nat who shows up at 6 PM sharp to your dorm room Friday night with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, wearing her signature leather jacket. She takes you to a cozy hole-in-the-wall pizza place with a mini arcade and wins you a stuffed bunny.
Dealer!Nat who never asks you to be her girlfriend because she figured the date was enough to make it official until you quietly ask her one night if you're together-together.
Dealer!Nat who proudly puts a bunny in the bio of all of her abandoned socials.
Dealer!Nat who solely refers to you as her girl.
"Fuck off, my girl made these for me."
"Oh, yeah, my girl likes that book."
Dealer!Nat who, despite mostly selling to preppy rich kids, makes you stay in the car when you go with her to deals just to be safe.
Dealer!Nat who got incredibly flustered the first time you told her you loved her. The two of you were supposed to be studying in her room but you'd ended up making out. Then, all of a sudden, you pulled back and just stared at her.
"What?"
"Nothing... I just really love you, Nat."
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Dealer!Nat who is so soft with you your first time (which you initiated, by the way). The two of you were making out - as usual - when you pulled back to catch your breath.
"I want you, Nat."
Dealer!Nat who, after making sure you're sure, slowly undresses you, kissing every inch of skin that gets revealed to her. She tells you how pretty you are the entire time.
Dealer!Nat who groans when she finally slides your panties down and sees how wet you are for her. She slides her fingers through your folds, gathering your slick. Then, finally, she inserts a finger. Then two.
Dealer!Nat who talks you through it every time.
"You're doing so good for me, Bunny."
Dealer!Nat who encourages you to be noisy.
"Don't hide those pretty sounds from me, baby."
Dealer!Nat who could live between your legs. She can't get enough of how you taste, or the way your thighs clench around her head, or how your fingers feel tangled in her hair.
Dealer!Nat who loves how sensitive you are and starts using it against you.
"It's too much, Nat. I can't-"
"Shh. Yes, you can, Bunny. Be a good girl and give me one more."
Dealer!Nat who slowly starts lying when she says she's only gonna make you cum one more time. You’re just too pretty when you finish, she can’t stop.
Dealer!Nat who can't get enough of how you sound when you beg. And she always gives in. She'll try to make you wait but the second you whine her name, she's folding.
Dealer!Nat who buys a pink strap for you but is so hesitant to use it for a while. And when she finally decides it's time, she spends so long prepping you with her fingers and lots of lube.
Dealer!Nat who becomes obsessed with making you sit on the strap. She loves hearing your whines as she helps you ride it, loves watching you struggle to take it all. Sometimes, she just makes you stay still on it.
Dealer!Nat who nearly loses her mind when you ask her to teach you how to go down on her. She's so patient with you, though, and praises you the entire time.
“That’s it. Good job, Bunny.”
Dealer!Nat who sometimes makes you late to events because you look so pretty she just has to have you moaning her name.
Dealer!Nat who starts getting risky in public. In her pick-up between deals. Her hand under your skirt at a party. Sitting on her lap during a movie night with her friends. She can't get enough of the way you try not to squirm as her fingers press against you through your panties.
Dealer!Nat who didn’t even know just how kinky she was before you because she only ever had one-night stands.
late but making christmas cookies with nat with soft christmas music in the back while wearing the matching pj’s you persuaded forced her into. i’m feeling soft and i feel like it’d be so cute
-🕷️
nat who feels so warm and fuzzy inside while listening to you hum along to the songs…she loves being so close to you while making the cookies, and i know she'd shape some of them into something goofy....you've got the obvious dick and balls. probably a pair of boobs… she feels so proud of herself when you laugh at one of her creations, makes her cheeks burn and get all tingly because she's so happy.
"why are the nipples all lopsided?" you ask, chuckling at the sight of tits mixed in with all the snowmen, christmas tree, and stocking-shaped cookies.
"why not?" nat replies, shrugging. she presses her fingers down on the little balls of dough to make it stick to the pair of cookie boobs she made. "i hope it comes out like i want it to. i wanna share my tits with you."
you snort, and nat's cheeks heat up at the sound. she smiles big and wide, and tries to think about what else she can make with the little dough you guys have left….
thinking about how you'd have to guilt her into wearing the matching pjs…she's being such a grinch and refusing to wear them, and you bought them with your own money! you thought it'd be a cute idea, and now she's here, crossing her arms and saying it's too corny? how could she? well, all you gotta do is pout and kiss her lips and beg a lil, and she starts to crack. she sighs dramatically and tells you to put them on for her so she can see how she likes 'em. you give her a little twirl when you're in them and then get on her lap, shoving the pajama set in her chest. she agrees to put them on after, like, two kisses on her ear 😔 she'd secretly love matching though. she loves matching regardless, but she feels a lil shy when it's in cute stuff like this…she'd much rather have you be in matching leather jackets or match jewelry with you, something like that. but i know months after christmas, you'll catch her ass in these pajama pants….
thinking about making her flush and giggle when you try to get her to dance with you after a rly good song comes on :( it's some oldie, a love song that makes you think of nat. you hug her from behind and sing it in her ear while she decorates the cookies with frosting, gripping her hips and making her sway with you.
gently, you take the piping bag from her and place it down on the counter. nat smiles as you turn her around and start moving her arms up and down while you dance and sing. she admires you, feeling herself melt at how much love she feels for you right now.
"dance with me." you whisper, placing her hands on your waist.
you lean in so you're cheek to cheek, and you start humming the song into her ear.
nat's body erupts in goosebumps, and she closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth of your body as both of you sway. she strokes your waist up and down, lips brushing your cheek as she says, "i love you."
→﹐ 🪞 ﹒ ( 𝓼ynopsis ) ﹒ your awkward attempts at making conversation with the hot, older, sexy video store owner near your campus land you a one way ticket to a relationship with one van palmer. ⤵︎
and now you get to daydream about her until she comes to pick you up from class. question. will the two of you make it home before you jump her bones? read to find out.
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Beads of sweat formed at the top of your forehead while you tapped your pen against the wooden desk of the auditorium. The sun burned hot outside, making the room a strange mix of moist and the kind of warm-dry that made you wanna bang your head against the wall. You glanced at your phone again— 5PM. Still an hour of class left. But how could you focus on fucking psychology and the stupid Oedipus complex when you knew that in less than an hour you’d be seeing your girlfriend.
Your relationship with Van was still relatively new. You managed to strike up conversation with her after renting the same copy of “But I’m a Cheerleader” over and over again. Were there other ways to get her attention? Probably. But she was yours now and that’s what mattered.
You let your mind wander for the rest of the class— you stopped listening twenty minutes ago anyway. Wander to how her skin feels on yours, the first time she kissed you outside your local gay bar. How she, despite your various protests, always managed to pay the tab when the two of you went out for drinks— going as far as bribing the waiter.
You missed her, you wondered what she was doing right now. Had she left the shop yet to come pick you up? Or, was she using those same fingers of hers you loved so much to organise the various VHS tapes she owned.
The sun burned hot on your skin while you waited for Van’s Jeep to pull up to the side of the building. You glanced sideways and saw one of the girls in your class side eyeing you— but it wasn’t just any girl, it wasn’t just any ordinary classmate taking Psych I, it was the same insufferable blonde that always went to Van’s video store to make eyes at her. It made you sick.
A loud honk snaps you out of your tamper tantrum and you’re met with a Jeep Grand Wagoneer right in front of you, with one smiley redhead inside. Your eyes meet the blonde girls’ ones before you open the door and— without so much as a hello— place a hard kiss on Van’s mouth before shutting the door behind you. A deep, hot pit of jealousy and something akin to pride settling deep inside your gut.
Van chuckled at the unexpectancy of the kiss— but she didn’t pull you away, didn’t even say anything before she started driving away. She only spoke once you were settled on the passenger's seat. Eyes trained on the road ahead.
“So, wanna tell me what that was about?” She teased, a shy smile making its way onto her pale lips.
“What was what?” You ask innocently, you realise that you’ve been caught, embarrassingly so. But you weren’t about to let her win this so damn easily. You still had your pride and some of your dignity.
“The whole kissin’ me like that thing? Hey I’m not complainin’ just curious is all” Van offers. Waving a white flag in all directions, a peace offering, for those with eyes to see.
You bite your lower lip and ponder telling her the truth, telling her that you were jealous— probably irrationally so. But you didn’t want her to be mad at you. Didn’t want her to think you were some possessive freak. But, you also knew a relationship couldn’t be built on lies. So, against your better judgement, you told her about the blonde girl on the steps of your college, the same one that was on Van’s shop the other day, making eyes at her.
Van looked at you for two solid seconds before bursting out laughing, her head hit the head rest behind her while her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, you could tell she was trying her damned hardest to calm down and not crash the car.
But you weren’t laughing, you didn’t think it was funny and she stopped laughing once she realised you were serious about this— or, well, tried to, at least. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s not funny. It’s not! Ok, it is… a little bit. I mean— I couldn’t even tell you what her name is and here you are imagining epic Oscar winning romances.” She lets out another dry chuckle. Like it had been stuck in her throat “I’m sorry, I really am.” Van confessed between broken fits of laughter.
“You’re always all smiley at her!” You protest further, losing your credibility in the process.
“Baby, I’m ‘smiley’ as you put it with everyone, that's how business works can’t be all stone faced at the counter otherwise folks won’t come in. Doesn’t mean I’m interested in… whoever that was…”
You don’t respond. And sulk further down the leather seat.
Van sighs, loudly. One of her hands leaves the soft material of the steering wheel and finds its place in the middle of your thigh. “C’mon baby will you lighten up?” Van begged, a hint of exasperation coating her otherwise melodic voice.
Your eyes find hers and your lips curl into a shy smile. You feel a wave of heat coating your face— having a delayed reaction to your own stupidity. Van would never do that. She couldn’t. She’s too soft. Too trusting. Too loving. Like a golden retriever— almost.
You interlock your fingers with hers and rest your hand there, in the middle of your own leg. One. Two. Three seconds before you start guiding her hand over the expanse of your jean covered thigh, until her fingers are grazing the zipper of your trousers.
Van’s eyes leave the road for a second too long in order to look over the expanse of your body. Her face went from concentration to hot, all consuming lust. “You’re gonna make me stop the car aren’t you?” She asks, more to herself than to you.
You don’t respond. And she doesn’t speak further before parking the jeep by the side of the road. Van unlocks your seatbelt in a fast, trained, fluid motion before your legs are placed on each side of her open legs.
The head rest makes a thump noise when your lips collide with hers, a kiss so fervent it could match the millions you’ve seen on screen with her sitting beside you on the couch. Your tongue finds her bottom lip, running over it and poking at her mouth for entrance. Once given, your tongues interlock in a familiar dance of heat, the same dance you’ve been at for months, the one you’d gladly be in for the rest of your life.
“See.” Van starts, her nose running over the skin of your neck, like a sharpie drawing over a rough piece of paper. “Nothing to be jealous of, gorgeous.” She finishes, her lips closing over your pulse point.
You feel your eyes close while she works her magic on your neck. Your hips press further into hers, drawing out whatever friction you can get from the rough material of your trousers hitting your center when the angle is just right.
Van chuckles at your struggle, darkly. More sardonic than usual. “Let me help you out sweetheart.” She whispers close to your ear, before removing both your jeans and your panties in one swift motion.
Your underwear ends up tangled in your trousers somewhere in the back seat while you’re left half straddling Van wearing nothing but your bra and a white tank top. Van hums, a mix of certainty and delight before she palms your sides and makes you sit in one of her thighs and… Wait. When did her jeans come off?
Your wet cunt makes contact with the taught skin of her pale thigh before you’re moving up and down the smooth expand of her skin. Your pussy grows wetter by the minute while your juices spread over her skin. Marking her. Making her yours for all to see— or at least the cars that are on that same road.
“Still jealous, gorgeous?” Van asks, more mocking than pure unbridled curiosity.
You don’t respond, you can’t, too focused on grinding up and down her leg. The sensation is good. Really good and some sick possessive part of you likes marking her with your slick. But it’s not enough and you’re growing frustrated— stuck in a weird place where the stimulation you’re receiving is simply not enough.
Van notices this, she always notices everything. Perfect, attentive, lovable idiot she truly is. Her hands go from your ass to the middle of your waist holding you up so her hand could slip inside you. You go slack on the spot, the tension on your shoulders dissipate while your head tilts back and your lips part in an “O” shape.
Van pumps her fingers inside you, all practiced strokes and smooth movements while she explores your insides with such tender care that it would bring the you from a couple months ago to tears.
Her palm finds your clit, applying pressure to the little bundle of nerves while her middle and index finger pump inside your body.
The dual stimulation makes your orgasm over her fingers in record time, covering another part of her body with your juices. Leaving them sticky and iridescent to the sun that pokes from the glass windows of her car. She removes her fingers from inside of you carefully, before presenting them to you. Waiting for you to clean up your mess.
Your lips find her digits almost immediately. Wrapping around her fingers and sucking off your own arousal like you were born and raised to do it. You swipe your tongue over each crevice of her fingers, not leaving one drop behind. The erotic scene makes your hips start up their grinding motion against her thigh again. Moving on their own accord on top of Van’s naked skin while cars passed by the two of you.
Van looked down at the spot where your cunt met her bare skin, her lips curled into a half smile. “Never satisfied are you?” She asked, with no malice in her voice.
“Shut up.”
Was all you said before resuming your movements atop Van’s naked thigh.
"so, i head out to get the wood, right?" the redhead's voice is light and humorous, the sound of it filling your small hut. you nod, signaling to continue. "and as i walk a little farther, you know who i find?" she looks down at you, who's head is currently laying on her lap.
"who?" you ask, humming a bit at the feeling of her hands brushing through your knotted hair. yeah, definitely platonic.
"you won't believe it. it sounds insane." she smiles with that certain glint in her eye, one that means she's trying to keep you on the edge of your seat.
"come on, just tell me." you insist, voice quiet due to your drowsiness.
"melissa." she pauses between her words for a more dramatic affect. "with shauna."
"what?! no way." you're genuinely a bit shocked, but your reaction would probably be bigger if you were more awake. you can barely keep your eyes open, her calloused hands practically luring you to sleep.
"yup. i mean, they were kind of fighting, but i didn't hear anything once i walked away, so who knows." she laughs a bit, shaking her head. she then looks down at you again, and you're fast asleep. she'd always been amused by the fact that you could sleep anywhere, anytime. it's quite endearing. but the sight of your head in her lap also makes her heart race and her cheeks flush. you're her best friend. she shouldn't feel this way.
your fingers instinctively curl into her flannel as you sleep, and she almost melts. it's so sweet. and when she catches herself smiling at the movement, she realizes something: she's a total goner.
this one's cute. and also very short :( sorry 'bout that😖 see original ask here!
type of person to show up at your house without calling first. she figures if you're not there, she's interested as to why and is now gonna wait until you are. probably inside your room within thirty seconds flat. second story? doesn't matter. idk man she's finding a way to scale walls.
probably also jumps out to scare you when you come back.
if you have work or some obligation that you don't wanna go to, she's suddenly trying out everything possible to keep you home/get you to go out with her.
"look, we can totally fake a funeral obituary. someone'll cover your shift for that. now sit down. we've gotta figure out how i tragically died."
“you're telling me [literally any food you love] doesn't sound good right now? i'll buy.”
doesn't even matter if she hates the food because she just needs to keep you focused on her and doesn't want you to be stressed out about 'stupid stuff.'
rummages through your closet when she's over and tries on your clothes like it's a fashion show. definitely imitates you when she does it.
"no, you totally sound like that. i'd know."
she's sleeping in her makeup all the time. also in her clothes from the day. when you guys start spending nights together, you're wiping her makeup off for her and helping her change. soon, you swear she's wearing makeup and uncomfortable clothes more often just so you'll help her (she is), but she'd never admit to it.
not the best with physical affection, so she's always trying to get you to get sleepy first so you're cuddling up to her or so she can cuddle up to you once you fall asleep.
when you wake up in the morning, she's usually already awake, likely out buying you some really greasy or sweet breakfast.
if she's still sleeping when you wake up, she will die on the hill that you were the one who was being all cuddly (despite her being literally on top of you).
tries to show you soccer tricks then fucking trips over her feet and falls on her face.
"watch this," ends up being the funniest phrase you hear from her. she's not even giving up after one attempt, especially if she's not sober.
"you didn't see that."
"what are you talking about?"
"you clearly don't even know how it's supposed to look."
late to/skips class a lot, but if you let her know you're gonna be absent and need notes, she'll be there the entire time, taking everything down so attentively. she's shushing whoever tries to talk to her.
willing to slip into classes she's not even in. jotting down everything because she doesn't know wtf is going on.
you're potentially banned from soccer games by the team because nat gets too nervous and messes up in front of you.
alright i don't smoke but i read this thing about shotgunning and oh my GOD??? YES she's doing that if you smoke. where are fics with this because hello?
probably tries to keep you away from drinking or smoking if you haven't started yet, though.
would looove roadtrips. also so a one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh person.
loves seeing you without makeup, especially if you wear it a lot. absolutely encourages you to do whatever makes you happy and loves seeing you express yourself, but she finds little moments where you're sleeping or something all barefaced so soft. she needs you to know you can be comfortable around her.
however, if you are wearing makeup, she loves those lipstick marks a kiss can leave. or if your makeup gets messy (somehow…).
modern au
she's the type of person to send like stupid cat tiktoks and be like "this is u." also says the same thing with the most ridiculous videos of people doing stupid shit.
she's ragequitting video games left and right. if you're playing together and she dies over something stupid (ESPECIALLY if she's killed by an annoying kid or something) you just hear her mic go silent as she mutes it and curses for a minute.
if someone's fighting with her in chat she's forgotten about the game entirely and you can hear her speedtyping angrily.
if you're there in person while she's playing (which she's only doing this if you actively wanna watch. she'd never ignore you to play a game.), you get to see her start swearing at her screen (her accent def comes out for this.).
"are you fuckin' fucking with me? how is this not patched?"
"did i seriously pay for this shit?"
"and he's not banned? i can't call someone a prick, and he's not banned?"
"he's hacking. i know it."
“aimbot.”
also if someone's making fun of you on a game (even if you suck) she's forgetting about winning and just screwing with them the entire time instead. will sacrifice getting reported for throwing to avenge you.
definitely knows like all internet jokes so she's practically speaking in another language sometimes.
SHARING HEADPHONES and she's only using wired. rejects bluetooth. embraces it when her wires get caught on everything.
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⭑.ᐟ Nat honestly is more than okay with having you asleep on her all the time, that just means more opportunities to cuddle with you and there’s no down point in that.
⭑.ᐟ Feels honored that you feel so comfortable around her that you just get so sleepy you can’t help but sleep, no matter the place or time. You are also her safe place so it feels comforting.
⭑.ᐟ When your head falls to her shoulder, she’s quick to put her arm around you and have you rest against her chest. Her chin rests on top of your head and she’ll press gentle kisses to your head from time to time, fingers tangling in yours.
⭑.ᐟ You like invite her to sleepovers all the time, feeling more at ease to sleep when she’s around. And it is a fact that Nat is glad to sleep with you as many nights as she possibly can, because even though she doesn’t admit it a lot, you bring peace to her that she’s never had before.
⭑.ᐟ Loves to watch movies with you because even though you end up falling asleep a few minutes into it, you’ll be sprawled across her body with a cute open mouth and she’s happy to just have you warming her up.
⭑.ᐟ Sometimes teases you about your inability to not feel sleepy and will joke about how she’s so boring that you always fall asleep. But Nat doesn’t actually believe that, she’s very aware of the comfort she brings to you and loves you even more for that.
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⭑.ᐟ Has a sense of protectiveness for you, wanting to keep you with her at all times and keeping you comfortable and safe from everything else.
⭑.ᐟ Shares a sleeping bed (and later a hut) with you, spooning you from behind with her arms cocooning you protectively in her arms. Even when she’s also asleep, wakes up really easily with even the tiniest sounds.
⭑.ᐟ You both sit by the fire in the evening after dinner, your head tucked into her shoulder while you snooze lightly against her with your warm breath fanning her jaw and cheek. Tucks your hair behind your ears when your head drops a little.
⭑.ᐟ Is glad you mostly just sleep whenever she’s around because if you just fell asleep randomly she would genuinely be constantly thinking something was going to happen to you.
⭑.ᐟ On summer afternoons Nat will take you to sit against a tree with her, having you lay on her lap with droopy sleepy eyes while she braids through your hair to keep herself busy.
⭑.ᐟ Particularly loves to have you against her on winter, providing extra warmth to the both of you and making nights slightly easier get through.
⭑.ᐟ Sometimes whispers to you while you sleep, promising to get you out of there and telling you about how much she wishes to keep you safe. Sometimes you’re awake enough to hear her but never mention it, afraid that she will stop if you do.
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
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