#guac hcs

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TRANSFEMME!LOTTIE HCS

disclaimer/note: hello hi this is for the anon that said more transfemme!lottie under my plea for more hcs post!!! idk if they meant in fics (i will rectify this) but you're getting this rn because i'm a lottie akgae first and foremost and I Said So. with that said, here comes the disclaimer, i am a trans man and even in my experiences as a woman i never quite fit into that sphere, so in a sense you're asking a dudebro what i think a girl would be like, which has the potential to be really funny, but i also want to make sure i don't step on anybody's toes so i'm going about this very carefully! ok! this time around i did not get to write a fic, but i will eventually!

HEADCANONS (ALL SFW)

i had to google the exact meaning of this phrase to be sure but i feel like lottie, both pre-E and actively taking estrogen would be a girl's girl. i feel like there's always the possibility for jealousy brought on by dysphoria ('why couldn't i be born x sex') but lottie wouldn't see it that way? she would just genuinely support her female counterparts (afab or trans) and actively be happy for the women around her!

some may consider this a cop-out, but i don't think transfemme lottie would differ much from the cis lottie we see now. let me elaborate! the softness is still present, not one to raise her voice or be quick to anger. i think we may lose some of the firmness behind her thoughts or her words, almost as a means of being placating, if that makes sense? not a doormat, but now more so the type to quietly pipe up as opposed to firmly assert her opinion.

you'd still see that deep connection to earthly things, and it's not even because of my florist!lottie au that i'm saying she'd be a plant girl. is plant girl a thing? just the way that people have certain aesthetics they lean into, one of the things that make her feel more feminine (yes, i know horticulture is not just part of the feminine sphere) IS that relationship with flowers, botany, nature, etc.

on like a sillier note, and no offense if you go to these stores, she would SOOOOOO be a crystal girlie. i can also pretty firmly say that's something you don't really see in the masculine sphere - i've never had one of my bros walk up to me like, "hey, dude, look at my rose quartz necklace!" but for her it's cute, it's natural, it's deeply in touch with a more feminine divinity, and it's that exact connection to womanhood that she wants to express.

like. the connection is there. like, i genuinely cannot imagine a more dysphoric experience than lottie having to grow up as a masculine-presenting individual, especially when there's that already gnawing feeling of 'i have a greater connection to this, and i feel more like this, than i do to the caricature that i'm having to put on.' i do believe that part of womanhood comes from experience but i also believe that there is also an undeniably innate component to a person that either gets it, or doesn't. and she gets it.

appearance wise: 75-80% of the time femme - not necessarily high femme, but like, cutesy? and she'd like, really fucking show out. Her girlfriends (or femme-expressing friends) would RAID her closet. this is because, especially because with her upbringing, i imagine she'd be closeted until she was an adult. the other 25-20% would be more relaxed, almost hipster, potentially closer to futch? but i feel like these instances also may be few and far in between, due to her being in her head about it - as in - am i passing? do i look blocky/stand out? which brings me into my next point.

lottie strikes me as someone who would want to be stealth, not ashamed of her trans identity but not wanting it to be the focal point of who she is or to receive those, "you're so brave/strong/etc." comments. i feel like she would have the desire to exist in the feminine sphere and not need reassurance from other people that she belongs there or is making some huge statement by existing therein.

that kind of goes both ways sometimes, but i can see how it may be more difficult to enmesh yourself in a feminine zone without people making an ordeal out of it, and i feel that's simply something lottie would not want.

dating would be EXTREMELY hard for her, and yes, i have to bring it back to the fact that i feel like she would harbor insecurities she's not even cognizant she's harboring insecurities about. her height, her voice, if she's pretty, if she'll still be desirable as a woman, especially carrying that added-on layer of having a transgender identity. will her preferred sex look at her the same as they would a cis person? all of these questions that make the dating realm scary. that! is why i see a T4T lottie, and as we all know i'm a die-hard lottienat, so put two and two together and you already know what relationship i'm cooking up in my head right now.

quick hcs: top 10 euphoric moments is definitely buying her first bra - like that's huge, waterworks and everything. she's the type to keep spare makeup - lipsticks, gloss, eyeliner, other... makeup stuff that girls need on the go or use to enhance their natural feminine beauty. 'protect the dolls' is a common sentiment but she is ON IT, almost like a mother figure to other trans girls finding their way. started HRT at 18 when she could say fuck you mom and dad! definitely voice-trained religiously until it became second nature. accepts her trans identity in the sake that she has keepsakes (first estrogen prescription, first sephora receipt, first driver's license with the correct name, etc.).

i feel like she'd be very understanding of the fact she grew up with privilege (patriarchal society) and not feel the need to atone, per se, but may find that to be something she struggles with, especially when it comes to bonding with other people on the feminine gender spectrum.

okay we need to end on a happy note. e-shot days are dysphoric days for her because there's always that WHY do i have to take this extra step (you're wondering where the happy note is) BUT! BUT! lottie has the wherewithal to surround herself with things that make her feel euphoric, whether that be any of the things i've mentioned, her partner (*cough* nat *cough*), or fuck it - jamming the fuck out to power ballads from the 80s and finally feeling that really wonderful sense of freedom. ugh she's the pookiest pookie to ever pookie and even with all the background noise and the down moments she has the drive to pursue the individual that she was meant to be and that's really powerful! canon lottie's unrelenting will really shines through here.

now i'm simping over transfemme lottie. nat, get in line.

i really hope this like... was kind of what OP wanted, and if they actually meant in fics, i do see where i lack transfemme lottie representation now that it has been pointed out. like fuck you guac why are you always catering to the transmascs.... (i'm kidding). i think she would be really fun to write and explore and after the SHITSHOW that is my current fic lineup clears, a T4T lottienat oneshot honestly sounds glorious in this economy. maybe even a chaptered fic navigating the complexities of a trans relationship, because boooooy is it just as complex as a cis one. i hope this was sensitive, that my stupid boy-brain kind of got some things right, and that anyone transfemme reading this can get something out of it! alrightttt, goodbye! <3 (also idk if it's transfemme or transfem so both are tagged... damn let me get more versed in the femme world of the transgender community. i also would love to have more transfemme friends, so if you ever want a transmasc quirked up himbo to talk to, i'm here. )

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top 3 lottienat headcanons ever?

EVER? i'm going to go off of canon (pre/during/post crash) because there's too many headcanons i could reference and i just want to keep it to the basics.

1.) pre-crash lottienat actually had a relationship (platonic or not, idc, just a relationship of some sort) due to both coming from broken homes/difficult home lives. (or the idea that they shared some sort of unspoken connection.) the way we see lottie chase after nat in the pilot - the idea that there's a possibility they hang out or talk after practice/school, regardless of socioeconomic differences (obviously this is an outdated concept, but i find it relevant nonetheless given the time period). compounding on pre-crash, the way we see lottie stand up for nat when taissa comes for nat's character at the kegger further compels me to think that something was going on. it could just be lottie's moral compass, but i like to think it's deeper than that. also just the way they look at each other when sharing compliments, even if nat's tripping balls.

TLDR; they had a connection even before the crash!

2.) is this one even going to count as a headcanon? during the crash lottie is the prophet, the beacon of hope, and nat is the provider, though she is resigned to their fate and lacks the same optimism lottie has. i think, though, that even through the fights and the 'narrative foils' aspects explored here, there's an underlying tenderness on nat's part towards lottie (ie. the bathroom scene) that isn't explored completely because there simply isn't time. nat is a very compassionate person and lottie seems to care a great amount for nat/her safety (ex. lottie staring nat down BAD when drinking the blood-tea). i suppose what i'm trying to say is that even if they butt heads frequently, and juxtapose each other immensely, i believe in nat's heart of hearts she does care about lottie (and vice versa). a lot of people reference the whole 'it wouldn't be so bad if she died' thing as a gotcha, but i interpret it in an entirely different and empathetic way, so that bolsters the point i'm trying to make.

TLDR; even considering their differences in the wilderness, nat harbors a care for lottie (which is returned).

3.) post-crash: there is an undeniable element of romance here, or at the very least, romantic tension. yes, we start with a kidnapping, and a (questionably accidental?) murder, but nat melds into lottie's community so quickly, forgives lottie even quicker, and actually begins to find the healing she'd been searching for since her youth (ex. the scene where young nat lays her head in adult lottie's lap) (sophie thatcher... you are so lucky...). there's this closeness between them we've never seen before that hits like crack, and through this i think there's almost no way there isn't a deeper layer to their relationship than spiritual guide and student. again, this isn't explored nearly satisfactorily enough, but dialogue and key moments - the dancing, the scene where nat recounts lottie's kidnapping... fondly?, the way natalie is able to open up... like come on!!! lottie wants that damn cookie!!!

TLDR; adult lottienat have a romantic connection. that's all.

hope this was satisfactory... it's not fun, frivolous headcanons, but headcanons nonetheless. i think. i ramble a lot, so the TLDRs are there for that and hopefully sum up what the headcanon i'm referencing is. if you want more fun headcanons just ask!

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Who do you think would kiss who first in the wilderness?

bro i'm down so bad. just thinking about this made me kick my feet

i DON'T KNOW like okay let's brainstorm.

their first kiss. is it fueled by anger? is it tender?? is it following an argument or a moment of silence?

i think i might lock in an angry kiss by nat because lottie is kind of a girlfailure and i don't see her having the guts but if the Attraction is there i feel like nat's feelings of anger could definitely morph into 'I hate you so much and it's made worse because I've also never wanted to kiss you more than right now.'

i'm definitely voting nat over lottie for this one lottie clearly is the waiting type where nat is more action-based... ugh angry kisses are the best.

now if we WANTED to say lottie... i could only see this happening if nat didn't have her guard up for a moment, like if lottie was doing her breathing technique, and for a second they both were able to forget they're in the wilderness. THEN lottie, who already likes her anyway, might lean in slow giving nat the chance to push her away and nat might consider it buttttt i think ultimately she would submit to the intimacy/tenderness of it

we're going from one extreme to another like In one corner of my head lottie's getting shoved up against a tree and kissed until her lips are bruised and in the other it's just... soft and experimental and lot's got nat's cheek in her palm like she's fragile (or she doesn't want the moment to pass).

FINAL ANSWER: nat for sure... she's got the dawg in her

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omg the pure joy that just brought me ahhhh i need more. can i request an angry first kiss in the wilderness?

Yes, you may.

Lottienat drabble time!!!

Rated 17+!

Features: Lottienat angst, Lottie POV, making out, light petting, choking??? tw for blood (visually and textually)

I think i played around with the timeline a bit? Time for a rewatch!

Word count: 1242

you bleed how I bleed (but don’t let that mislead you)

Nat’s mad at her, and not for the first time Lottie has little to no idea why. She tries to help, she tries to offer comfort, she tries and tries and tries, and yet nothing is ever enough. She tries to protect Nat, and even that is enough to upset her. Travis accepts her offerings with thanks - a welcome reprieve, but arguing with Nat is like arguing with a bull. She’s stubborn, headstrong and fierce and worst of all — Lottie admires all of these traits and more.

It’s why when Nat finds her, blood dripping from the self-inflicted wound within her palm, she’s not surprised at the ire that follows.

“What the actual fuck are you doing?” Nat yells - or, it’s less of a yell than it is an exhausted exclamation.

Lottie watches as if in a sort of trance as she clenches her hand and the blood drips from her palm onto the marking she’d carved into the cavern of a tree. “I just want it to be enough,” She tries to explain, “I don’t want anyone else to - to get hurt.” To die, is what she means, but it’s too raw — everything is too raw. It’s not at all what she wants to say, but she never seems to say the right thing when it comes to Nat.

In a moment her wounded arm is snatched away, the cut stinging with the removed pressure.

“Fucking - acting like this is not going to do anything, Lottie! Can’t you see it? We’re going to fucking die out here, and instead of doing shit you’re worshipping something that doesn’t even fucking exist. It’s just us, and we have to - I don’t know, we have to do something, and you think this is the answer? Hurting yourself?”

Lottie whimpers, blood crimson as it drips onto the snow. “I’m protecting us. It will see that I’m offering myself, and it won’t hurt anyone else, and everything will be okay-“

“Nothing about this is going to be fucking okay! Jackie’s dead - she’s in a fucking meat shed, Lottie. It’s just going to get worse, and you acting fucking crazy - pulling everyone into your bullshit, that’s not helping.”

“It’s not bullshit! It was in me, and It’s in you too. You just can’t see It yet.”

Lottie sees Nat shove her before she feels it, amazed at the aggression. It’s in her, she knows it. “It’s shit like that! You’re scaring people, Lottie! There is no ‘It’! There’s just you, and this shit you’ve made up to cope, and people actually believe you. Do you know how insane all of this is?”

Stumbling a little from the push, Lottie uses her uninjured hand to brace herself against the tree moments before impact. She can’t help the grin that spreads across her lips, the shudder that racks through her when she’s pushed again, back hitting the tree harshly.

Nat’s pissed, cheeks red with cold and something else - eyebrows furrowed and fangs bared like a wild animal. Lottie hadn’t intended to get her to this point but it was always an inevitable, their butting of heads. Still, it fills her with a giddy sensation, pulls a manic laugh out of her. “I told you,” Lottie couldn’t wipe the grin off her lips if she tried. “It’s in you. You just have to set It free, Nat, and you’ll understand. All of it.”

A hand wraps around her throat threateningly, though there’s no pressure behind it. Nat’s looking at her incredulously, using an iota of strength to pin Lottie to the tree - it’s not like Lottie would fight back anyway. “You’ve officially fucking lost it.”

It’s the closest Nat had chosen to be to her aside from the pre-hunt ritual. It only serves to make Lottie more giddy, to broaden her grin.

“What’s so funny?” Nat asks irritably, now beginning to apply pressure. Lottie’s limp arm proceeds to drip blood onto the snow as if emboldened, scarlet and beautiful.

Lottie licks her chapped lips and doesn’t miss the way Nat’s eyes flicker down. “You’re shaking.” Lottie laughs, though it’s a little choked through the grip on her neck. “You’re scared It’s in you. It’s too late.”

“That’s not why I’m shaking,” Nat says, malice behind every word.

“Then why?” Lottie asks, though she’s almost positive she knows the answer.

“I fucking hate you.”

Then lips are against Lottie’s, cold and chapped and bruising, dripping with unbridled rage. It’s not innocent, it’s not sweet, Lottie’s certain it’s not how Nat has kissed Travis.

It’s quick - Nat pulls away as if she’s been burned, hand leaving Lottie’s throat as if she’s finally come to. Lottie levels her with a sickly-sweet smile. “How much?” She ignores the heaving of Nat’s chest, the way she’s biting her lips as if in restraint. “How much do you hate me, Nat?” She takes a brave step into Nat’s space, uses their height difference in an almost demeaning way.

Maybe Lottie is a little unhinged. That doesn’t make It any less real.

The act spurs something in Nat, something raw and animalistic as she yanks Lottie down by the cuff of her winter coat and kisses her again this time - more assuredly but just as fueled by anger. This kiss burns, and Lottie can’t help but hiss as she realizes Nat has bitten her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. It smears against the both of their lips and quickly warms the kiss, the pain shooting through both Lottie’s hand and now her lip nothing compared to the euphoria of seeing Nat let go.

The kiss turns filthy, blood mixing with saliva as it turns open-mouthed, the taste of iron tinging both of their tongues.

Lottie feels Nat push her back up against the tree with her free hand, the bark rough even through the fabric of her clothes. Her bloodied hand dangles uselessly, though she doesn’t hesitate to tangle her free hand in Nat’s hair. Nat started it - she wasn’t backing out so easily.

It’s impossible for Lottie not to moan into the kiss, not when it’s this dirty, this angry. Nat’s lips are insistent, the pressure behind them making Lottie’s newly-attained wound sting even more. It doesn’t help when Nat bites again, when she dips her hand under the fabric of Lottie’s layered clothing to dig furious nails into her skin.

“Nat,” Lottie moans, sensations building until this isn’t enough, until she needs something more.

“Shut the fuck up.” Nat growls against her lips, nails pressing harder as their tongues resume their dance, Lottie’s dangling hand itching to paint Nat red with her blood.

Obediently, Lottie fights the whimper that threatens to bubble in her throat. There’s something about this Nat that isn’t like her usual self, that sends a little shock of fear down Lottie’s spine. It may be inside all of them, but within Nat It’s vicious, scathing and unrestrained.

Nat’s hand climbs Lottie’s side, scratching at the skin until she skims the underwire of Lottie’s bra. At this Lottie can’t help but murmur a “Please,” thighs clenched tight as Nat toys with her, Nat’s own sadistic grin pressed against Lottie’s lips.

When she pulls away their lips are connected by red-tinged spit, Lottie breathing heavily while Nat, aside from the flush in her cheeks, looks strangely collected - pleased for once, even.

“We should head back - get your hand wrapped up.” Nat says, like she cares.

Lottie, briefly, understands this ‘hate’ feeling.

Notes: first drabble on here ….i hope you enjoyed anon <3 if not you’re free to stone me

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u should get a pass to be mean i think the way ur asks are clogged with freaks n weirdos who can’t take a hint. can we talk about lottienat please that will probably weed them out

YES WE CAN TALK ABOUT LOTTIENAT.

s3 predictions are so hard because idk if we even fuckin' saw nat in the trailer so we're gonna talk about lottienat and symbolism the symbolism being: mother deer father stag, doomcoming crowns, hunter/prophet, the passing on of the queen title... let's begin

mother deer father stag: lottie being mother deer, nat being father stag - comfort and security consecutively, lottie being the main source of mental stability for the girls as they are stuck in the wilderness (mother) and nat serving as the provider for all of them (father) (of course these are patriarchal roles but bear with me) ... deer represent a deep connection to spirituality and the supernatural as well as harmony and peace (all lottie wants), whereas the stag is regarded as earthly, of the land and rooted in power whilst maintaining sensitivity, intuition, and most importantly gentleness (nat's moments of aggression have always come from a place of sincerity and care/the protection of others)

NOW... DOOMCOMING CROWNS...

LOOK AT THE SIZE DIFFERENCE!

the symbolism of lottie's crown being larger and the way it still resembles antlers ... so naturalistic yet a statement of her (at the time, current) power ... vs nat's crown being a smaller (her antlers have not yet grown in), more ornamental (still clinging to the conventions of society at this point) version of the same thing - made with wire or twine - the OPPOSITE of naturalistic... they're so tethered.

HUNTER VS. PROPHET.

much like father stag/mother deer we see this juxtaposition of roles... it speaks for itself but i'll say it anyway, lottie seeing the stag begin to shed its horns - inevitable (the path bloody and ugly) coupled with the regrowth over time - is greatly indicative of nat eventually becoming the wilderness queen (prophetical) vs our beloved hunter later seeing a moose which, yet again, is a signal of strength and power but more importantly THE ANTLERS, even THE JACKET, symbolizing that she is *becoming* ready to take the role of leadership... i digress i just really love the oracle x provider dynamic ok???

lastly and most profoundly: the passing on of leadership. even though lottie assumes guilt here (she's a baby she did nothing wrong) it is still MONUMENTAL for lottienat imo, not only in the sense that lottie believes nat survived the hunt and deserves it, but that she has been PREPARING nat for this moment - blood and ash for protection, watching over her, seeing visions directly correlated to her... maybe i'm insane?

what i want to see: this new dynamic explored. nat has taken on the role of leadership in the realm of hunting but not caretaking - she is now the embodiment of the queen of hearts, loves deeply, but is now taking on a VERY big role. Who will she lean on? she's done nothing but butt heads with lottie this entire time yet now she might NEED her... lottie's guidance... omfgggg nat as saul the prosecutor turned paul the apostle. once an enemy, now reliant - dually, as they need each other (circling back to the mother/father dynamic).

there. i'll shut up. most of this is me rambling anyway.

i leave you all with the very heartwarming:

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would you do a lottienat sfw alphabet or just domestic hcs?

of course! domestic hcs coming your way! (i couldn't find a good sfw alphabet, but if i do find one later i'll post it!) i also feel like i could add more.... will probably revisit this if more inspiration strikes.

LOTTIENAT DOMESTIC HEADCANONS

warnings for: general rambling.

sidenote - this is so funny to me, it's like putting a black cat in a room with a golden retriever and saying, "Okay, now cohabitate."

headcanons (in no particular order)

cleaning/cooking

lottie doesn't know how to do ANYTHING

she can't cook, has the most basic understanding of cleaning but like, hand her a broom and she'll kind of just stare at you

and this isn't in an uppity, 'i'm too good for this' way, it's wholly because she grew up with waitstaff. her parents hardly ever expected or asked her to lift a finger, and even if lottie had wanted to help her parents would have regarded it as beneath them.

it's for this same reason she has no cooking ability and, before living with nat, door-dashed/ordered in all of her food.

(her attempts at cooking have all been disastrous)

then we come to nat who has always had to do everything by herself

cooking her own meals, cleaning up the trailer because we sure as hell know her dad doesn't give a shit and her mom is, more or less, a deadbeat

basically knowing all of the ins and outs of living in this sort of domestic environment not by choice but you know... you're given the life you're given and that's that, so!

now, we merge these two, and it's like the most catastrophic basically cataclysmic event that could possibly happen because nat's neurosis is like - "fuck, just let me do everything before you burn the place down," and lottie is like, "nat, please, i just want to be useful."

so we get lottie trying her hardest to help nat with tasks and she stumbles a LOT (turns one of nat's favorite white band tees pink in the wash) (ruins an at-home date night by trying to cook pasta in un-boiled water) (uses wayyyyy too much water mopping the floor and not only risks EXTENSIVE wood damage but sends nat toppling to her ass upon entering their living space)

and we get nat having to be extremely patient with all of this even if it nags at her a little because on one hand it's supremely inconvenient but on the other hand lottie's cluelessness coupled with her raw determination to learn is like, unfairly adorable and in many ways admirable. "lottie, you don't have to do that." ft. lottie adamant about putting away the groceries - "i know i don't have to, nat, i want to."

so yes, there is a very drawn out adjustment period but there isn't any negative tension, just the messy merging of two completely different lifestyles and upbringings and compromise after compromise (nat finally teaches lottie how to properly use the swiffer, but only if lottie lets nat do their laundry for the rest of the foreseeable future) (she really fucking misses that band tee)

kids/pets

they definitely don't have kids of their own, thanks to generational trauma

but they make the best god-parents to jackieshauna and taivan

like, lottie is great with kids, and jackieshauna/taivan's kids are obsessed with nat because they think she's the coolest (nat has a soft spot for them she'll never admit to)

they're the types of god-parents to buy 17 yr old jackieshauna/taivan's kids wine coolers for their sneak-parties when their parents are out of town because, ah la nat, "what harm could it do?"

but yeah they're just deathly afraid of fucking up a kid the way their parents did, so they live vicariously through their friends.

as for pets, this is one of the hardest compromises they'll have to make - nat wants a cat, because they're self-sufficient and in general just a good, cleanly companion. versus lottie being a dog person because she wants an animal that would show a lot of affection (that she'd never received as a child...). so it's like back and forth, and finally they reach the agreement of like - "if you get a dog, i swear to god, you have to potty train it." and lottie is like, "if you get a cat, can we make sure it's one that doesn't hate me?"

they get rescues obviously (adopt don't shop!) and, true to nat's word, they meticulously play with the various cats until one doesn't scratch lottie. the dog is a much easier sell, and nat acts like she hates the dog trying to maul her with kisses but the little grin tugging at her lips gives her away.

so yes! no kids, but pets are a go! and lottie does a shit job of potty training her dog at first, truthfully, but she finally gets the hang of it and the animals gradually grow used to each other (they are an analogy for lottienat to be honest...)

extra headcanons

lottie is accident prone, as in bandaids are a necessity, and although nat isn't the doting type she always bandages lottie off while halfheartedly chastising her for not being more careful - in the reverse, lottie is more doting, cooing over any injury even if nat assures lottie she's completely okay and "it's not that big of a deal, lottie." "hush, you'll make it worse. just let me, okay?" because lottie cares more about nat/nat's wellbeing than anything, no matter how insignificant.

nat is deeply uncomfortable with the domesticity at first, not used to the feeling of security in a relationship. it takes a little bit for her to warm up to the notion, and to having someone constantly in her living space that, for once, doesn't seem to have any mal intent or desire to leave her. lottie of course compounds this with her own desire for security, and so you have two people who kind of just... slot together in a pretty perfect way. they're able to feel secure with each other, maybe not at first but after a little while, and with that security comes the domestic bliss they have craved for so long!!

fun one to lighten the mood, who's the cuddler? big spoon vs little spoon? lottie is definitely the clingier one, and nat feigns minding but doesn't make any effort to escape lottie's grasp which pretty much clues lottie into knowing nat doesn't actually mind it - enjoys it even. they switch between big and little spoon though most often lottie is the big spoon (the comfort of holding onto nat and knowing she's there to stay) while nat is the little spoon (the comfort of being held after going so long without that kind of affection).

last but not least, they aren't the house-owning type so they share a flat together - this often serves as the spot for game nights with the core 6 and, of course, lottie and nat always team up for charades (nat hates charades), pictionary, you name it. in fact, they get called out for cheating multiple times by jackie (they most definitely are). i think hosting friends is the most domestic thing they can do tbh, because it extends their relationship past something just between them to something they're willing to share with their closest friends. not to be cheesy....

hope you enjoyed anon! i feel like i could've said a lot more but this is it for now, as i didn't want it to drag on for too long. sfw alphabet maybe coming? if i find one i like... otherwise this will have to do!

nsfw alphabet link here.

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i have a hc that i’m going to just shout here

i think nat would love blues and jazz music. like she has a few albums in her collection which shocks most people, but they’re some of her most played records

(especially because of the influence that blues music has had on rock music) i think she would also be a bit of a music history nerd

feel free to shout into the void!!

i have yet to see a bad nat music headcanon take like i'm glad we all collectively understand that component of her character at least

i feel like nat is the kind of person to let most things slide but if someone misstates a band or music fact the "um ackshully ☝️🤓" claws it's way out of her (she doesn't care. but she does)

blues and jazz is interesting, personally i don't have much experience with either genre so it's hard for me to say!! i feel like Nat: Poster Child of Escapism would genuinely like so many genres because

1.) music is beautiful and awesome

2.) it makes for a great way to quiet things in your head when they get too loud

but that's just me!!

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jock!lottie x punk!nat headcanons

in response to these curiouscats because i have TOO MUCH to say:

firstly this is just actually them. like literally them. but let's get into it

lottie has all the conventions of being a popular girl barring most of the cattiness, mix that with the fact she's part of the soccer team -- YES i am positive she wears letterman's jackets when she isn't dressed up and is friends with other sports circles - the women's tennis team, basketball team (convince she'd play pick up games with them), volleyball team ... lottie KIND OF gives a fuck about academics but i just really see her leaning into the easy way sports culture allows her to socialize and form a circle of friends.

punk nat who plays soccer and ACTUALLY genuinely gives a shit about it, even though she thinks jock-types are meatheads. like, "i play this sport because i'm fucking good at it, but half of you guys are fucking stupid." definitely an extreme music snob who sticks to her own circle of friends, burnout-looking types (though she actually values academics... doesn't really come to class but studies when absolutely NOBODY is looking, because like everyone else she needs to get the fuck out of wiskayok).

they both play for the yellowjackets and their only real interactions are on the field, lottie might wave in the hallway or try and say "hi" but nat COMPLETELY cold shoulders her

lottie has a HUGE crush on nat, talking like, this goes back to middle school years when nat was somehow still 2 cool 4 school and still wasn't giving lottie the time of day. to be fair lottie had just had a major growth spurt and was still becoming acquainted with the sudden distance from her body to the ground .. she was in no position to be trying to befriend someone she thought was a 'cool kid'.

lottie's a jock but not a fuckboy about it, down to earth but you literally wouldn't know it because she's too busy attending keggers and it LOOKS like she's flirting with half of the student body when she's just.. an extremely kind and genuine person. even if she didn't like someone, not even remotely, she would still give them the time of day.

nat sees all of this and of course runs into lottie at after-game parties but does her ABSOLUTE BEST to avoid lottie, until eventually lot gets fed up with all of this pining from afar (or taivan intervenes, deus ex machina style) and lottienat ends up partnered the whole year for their lab class or some shit.

lottie isn't an idiot by any means but she definitely pretends to be because it ends up with nat having to spend MORE time after soccer practices with her working on their projects ... yes lottie is doing the Long Con to win nat over.

nat begrudgingly starting to think lottie isn't THAT bad when she finally lets lottie give her a ride home after a late-night study sesh and finds out lottie actually has decent music taste...

ugh cue the nail painting scene nat had with kevyn except now it's for lottie when lot gets bored with all the studying and starts coloring on her nails with sharpie

they win a game and lottie is like - "Uh, good job on the field today, dude..." to nat, who just looks at her like ???. later, in the locker room, lottie stuffs her head in her locker for a solid thirty seconds wondering why she called nat 'DUDE' of all things, until van is like... "you good?"

so.. yes.. girlfailure jock lottie who can totally be suave with other people but when she talks to nat she's so nervous about sounding cool she ends up making a fool out of herself.

lottie lies and says she "totallyyyyy knows what shoegaze is." and gets caught in it - nat's like: "why would you lie about that?", not mad but genuinely wondering what the point of making that up would be?? and lottie is like, "i just thought it'd make you hate me less if i knew what it was, i dunno." and what follows is HUGE because nat, at this point, has to admit: "lottie, what? i don't- i don't hate you." and now it's lottie's turn to be like ???!!!1!2??!

cue lottie being insufferable about this. nat will say something biting and sarcastic on the field and lottie will just ruffle her hair or grin because now she knows nat doesn't mean it, and nat is like - "i never should have told you i liked you." (this is interpreted platonically) and lottie is even MORE thrilled, like, "oh, so you LIKE me? guess i'm not so much of a pain in the ass after all..." (nat has totally called her this to her face at one point or another).

it takes maybe half the year or more for van to finally be like "dudebro, just fuckin' go for it." at a party and lottie, mildly sedated by shitty beer, approaches nat when she spots her smoking a cig alone.

lottie doesn't really smoke and nat bullies her for it a little ... except lottie looks kind of hot and nat thinks LOTTIE looks kind of hot, so she offers to show lottie a "cool party trick" and they shotgun the cig smoke ... yes lottie coughs after but not from the burn, entirely from the act itself and she's SO red and nat is INSANELY endeared by this

let's just say their regular study sessions at the Matthews' estate become a little less about studying after that... and since lottie doesn't have to play nearly as clueless she jots an answer down and nat is like, "wait - what the fuck?" but lottie uses her big brown eyes to make nat forgive her, especially since it was all to hog nat to herself anyway.

they definitely don't officially come out as dating, one day lottie's just chatting with her circle of jock friends in the hallway and sees nat coming so she pulls her over and slings her arms around her, hugging her from behind, and yes, some jocks are meatheads, but these are lottie's friends and lottie is hugged up against her so... nat's not really going to complain.

in conclusion: jock!lottie wins over punk!nat by kind of being a loser, but a charming one nonetheless.

is this basically a fucking au? mini fic ? someone tell me to shut up next time