#can you imagine if he'd been nathan

[sigilmint]

aleksis nathan dorsey

[fratttymatty]

Nathan's Parked

(All characters are 18+)

Nathan Parker had never quite fit in at Westbrook High. He was the kind of guy who spent his lunch breaks huddled in the back corner of the library, buried in books about superheroes or playing online games. He had thick glasses, messy brown hair that he never quite knew what to do with, and an awkward way of talking that made him stand out in the worst possible way. He didn’t have many friends, and his idea of a "good time" was usually just scrolling through fan fiction on his phone or studying for tests he didn't care much about. Nathan had long accepted that he would always be the geeky loner.

And then there was the secret he kept hidden from everyone: Nathan was gay, and while he didn’t mind the solitude, it would have been nice to share his feelings with someone.

But that was a far-off dream, something he'd shoved into the deepest parts of his heart. Who would want someone like him? Especially at a school where the jocks and cheerleaders ruled the social hierarchy, and someone like him was just… invisible.

One afternoon, after a grueling chemistry class, Nathan found himself wandering the aisles of the local drugstore, searching for something—anything—that might make him feel a little less out of place. He was heading to the deodorant section when something unusual caught his eye.

It was a sleek, black can of deodorant sitting alone on a shelf. Eclipse™ it was called, with the tagline: "Unleash your potential."

Nathan chuckled at the marketing slogan. "Sure, right," he muttered. He had no reason to believe that some fancy deodorant could change his life, but he figured it was worth a try. After all, he was desperate enough to give anything a shot.

As he sprayed the deodorant under his arms, a strange tingling sensation washed over him. Nathan shook his head, laughing at himself. Maybe it was some sort of psychological thing, he thought—his imagination running wild. He glanced at himself in the mirror and froze.

His reflection was… different.

His hair—messy and unkempt just moments ago—was now styled into a perfect wavy middle part, dark brown strands flowing effortlessly in a way that seemed entirely new. His face was sharper, more defined, and somehow more… masculine. His eyes no longer looked tired and worn-out but bright and confident. And his posture—his shoulders were broader, his chest fuller—he stood taller, more at ease.

Nathan blinked. Was this some kind of weird trick of the lighting? He reached up to touch his hair, but his fingers only confirmed what he feared: it wasn’t just his imagination. He was different. His clothes had changed too—gone was his oversized graphic tee and cargo shorts. Now, he wore a tight black compression shirt that showed off a toned chest, a sleek grey hoodie, a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly, and a letterman jacket draped casually over his shoulders. His shoes—new white trainers—looked like something right out of a sports magazine.

"Okay," he whispered to himself, "what the hell is going on?"

A sudden movement caught his eye, and when he turned, he saw a group of cheerleaders walking toward him. A few of them—Liana, Amanda, and Jenna—had been in his chemistry class earlier. But they'd never looked his way before. Now, as they approached, their eyes lit up with recognition. Or maybe it was something else… admiration?

"Hey there, Nathan," Liana said with a playful smile. "Wow, you look… different."

Nathan opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was deeper now, smoother, more self-assured. "Yeah, I guess I’ve… changed a little."

Amanda giggled, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Changed? You look like you’ve had a total makeover or something. I mean, you used to hide behind those glasses and all that—what are you doing now, hitting the gym?"

Nathan tried to think of a reply, but his mind was a little foggy. He didn’t recognize himself anymore, but he couldn’t help but feel good about the attention. He could feel his chest puffing out, his muscles subtly flexing under the tight shirt, as though his body was responding to the change.

"Yeah," he said with a grin that felt more natural than he expected. "I’ve been hitting the gym… working on a few things."

Liana stepped closer, her eyes glinting with interest. "Well, whatever you're doing, it's working. You should come hang out with us at the game this weekend. We’ve got a big pep rally, and it could be fun. You’d fit right in with the team now."

Nathan blinked. Hang out with them? The cheerleaders? He was just a nerdy kid who kept to himself. But the idea of being part of their world—their confident, carefree world—was suddenly too tempting to ignore. He felt a surge of something that felt like excitement. And… pride? A new sense of self-confidence he couldn’t quite explain.

"I’d like that," he said without hesitation, the words coming out effortlessly. "I’ll be there."

The days that followed felt like a whirlwind for Nathan. In a matter of days, he’d gone from being the awkward, socially-inept loner to one of the most talked-about guys at Westbrook High. His new look and newfound swagger made him the center of attention. The cheerleaders treated him like one of their own, and he soon found himself hanging out with them after school, practicing football moves with the jocks, and getting invited to parties where people actually wanted him around.

But the more Nathan embraced his new persona, the more he realized how much he was changing—not just physically, but mentally. He wasn’t the shy, introverted guy anymore. He was Max Hunter, the popular, athletic jock with a cocky attitude to match. His confidence quickly turned to arrogance, and before long, he was acting like the kind of guy he used to despise.

"Yo, check this out," Max said one afternoon, tossing a football up and down in front of his football buddies, Blake and Trevor. "This is how it’s done, alright?" He spun the ball effortlessly in his hands before tossing it across the field, landing it perfectly in Blake’s arms.

Blake threw him a high-five. "Damn, Max, you’ve been killing it lately. You're the new king around here."

Max grinned, his eyes flashing with arrogance. "Damn straight. It’s all about putting in the work and looking good while doing it. Don't know why I wasted all that time reading comics before."

Trevor chuckled, shaking his head. "Man, you’ve changed. But in a good way."

Max gave a half-smirk. "Of course I’ve changed. I’m Max now. I’m not some nerdy little nobody anymore." He ran a hand through his hair, letting the group admire his perfect waves. "And it’s about time the world noticed."

As the week went on, Max’s new life was in full swing. He’d been casually hooking up with pretty much every cheerleader in school. It started with Liana, of course. She was beautiful, confident, and everyone’s idea of the "perfect girl." Max had charmed her with his cocky smile and athletic physique, and within days, they were seeing each other.

But as Max quickly realized, he was no longer someone who got tied down. As soon as Liana wasn’t around, he started flirting with other girls—cheerleaders, mostly—and eventually found himself in a casual, yet thrilling, rotation of hookups. He’d dated and slept with Amanda, Jenna, and even a few girls from rival schools, all while keeping up the pretense of being in a committed relationship with Liana.

The funny thing? They didn’t care. It didn’t matter how many times Max cheated on them—he was Max Hunter, and somehow, that made everything excusable. Each cheerleader, knowing full well about the others, would still smile whenever he showed up to practice, each one thinking she was the one who had his true attention. And Max let them believe it. He was the star of the show, and they were just happy to be along for the ride.

After all, when you looked like he did—when you had the physique, the style, and the swagger—you didn’t need to commit. They all wanted a piece of him, and he was more than happy to oblige.

But as Max looked in the mirror again, something clicked. He wasn’t just Nathan anymore. The person staring back at him—confident, athletic, popular—wasn’t Nathan Parker at all.

He had a new name.

"Max," he whispered, testing the name on his tongue. It felt right. Max Hunter. Strong. Powerful. The kind of guy who everyone knew, and who everyone wanted to know. A jock. The kind of guy who got the girl, the attention, and the respect.

As Max adjusted his letterman jacket and ran his fingers through his perfectly styled hair, he realized something: this wasn’t just a new look. It was a new life.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the person he was always meant to be.

[fairyrcts]

DREAMS, FAIRYTAILS, FANTASIES , N.D.

by fairyrcts contents - intended lowercase , 3rd person , use of y/n , unprotected sex (not recommended) , cursing , praising , semi-public sex , male masturbation , virginity loss (not mentioned) , mommy kink , overstimulation, breeding

an - ik y'all said you wanted chris fic first but i was too eager to write the nate one

taglist - @pvssychicken , @gothiccvnt6996 , @emely9274 (header by @issysh3ll )

y/n walked up and down the rows of seats as she tidied up after the hockey game.

her father was the coach, so she always stayed later after the games to pick up anything left behind and help her dad with whatever he needed.

she'd bent down to pick up a foam glove that was left. her light blue mini skirt rode up her thighs as she reached down.

nathan, who was taking off his gear in the bench area, had thought everyone including y/n had left.

he'd always see her with her dad during the pre-game pep talks, sometimes she'd sit and watch them at practice, or just cleaning up after everything had been finished.

although the only thing he knew about the girl was her name and father's name, he had the biggest crush on her.

he'd glance over at her in her skirts and lacy tops or tight, soft colored dressed that made him want a taste of every curve on her body. her innocence and naivety made him want him for himself even more.

unknown to him, y/n had a slight thing for him too.

when he'd take off his helmet and his hair would stick to his forehead as he panted. or when he'd take his jersey off after playing and he'd be left in his white tanktop, his mucles shining due to the sweat.

she'd direct her gaze towards him every time she'd watch the team play or practice. seeing him get sweaty and angered out on the ice had to be one of the most attractive things ever.

nathan stood up with his skates and pads in his hands. he walked out of the closed in area and into where the seats were. he glanced around for a sec before his eye's landed on y/n.

she was bent over, picking up things from the floor. her skirt was way up and her pink lacy panties caught his attention.

he was in a state of shock for a moment as he stared at the unaware girl in front of him.

he walked closer, deciding to speak to her.

"hey, y/n. i didn't know you were still here. your dad here still?" nathan spoke in breathy tone, causing y/n to whip around.

"hm? oh, yeah. no, he left a little bit ago but there was still stuff to be cleaned up. you did really good by the way. my dad says you're pretty talented." she gave him a toothy smile as she talked to the brunette.

nathan's grin became wider as those words came out her mouth. "thank you, really."

"yeah, anytime. well, i'll be here for a bit longer, so if you need anything just let me know." she was a very generous person.

generous enough to help with the ache in his pants? no, no, he shouldn't be thinking that stuff.

"will do. nice seeing you." he reciprocated her smile and made his way toward the locker room.

nate immediately yanked his clothes off, tughing his pants off as quick as possible.

he sat on the bench in the locker room as he pulled his boxers down to his ankles. his tip leaked pre-cum, it dripping down his length.

he balled his hand into a fist and began stroking himself. he was so sensitive just his own touch caused him to moan out loudly.

he let a line of drool leave his mouth and onto his dick. "mm, fff-uck, y/n. i- holy shit, keep goin'."

he imagined y/n's mouth on his cock, her throat stuffed and her lips puffy from his length.

y/n finished cleaning the bleachers and made her way towards the garbage can that sat beside the entry to the mens locker room.

she threw away all the trach she'd collected and was getting-ready to leave til' she heard her name being called.

"mm, y/n. jjust like that, yes ma'am."

she tightened her thighs together to keep her mind away from the wetness in between them.

she cracked the door open slightly, nate's head turning the second he heard the creak of the hinges.

"i- i'm sorry, i didn't know you were in here. sorry." her words were rushed as she shut her eyes abruptly.

nathan panicked to get his boxers back on. "no, shit. no, uh, youre good."

"uh, were you calling me?" she asked, her voice unintentionally innocent as she opened her eyes slightly. her eyes went wide at the sight of his dick, fully visible from his boxers, a small wet stain were his tip sat.

"uh, nope. wasn"t callin' ya. must've been like, uh. i dunno." nate's eyes looked everywhere but her as if trying to take away the attention.

y/n let out a soft giggle at the sight of him awkwardly trying to end the damn conversation. "i mean, it's alright. you're not very quiet. do you, uh.. need some help?"

her tone sent aches through his body, his cock pulsing through his underwear. "i-i, i'm sorry? say what now?!"

she chuckled once more at his stuttering voice. "c'mon, just sit back. let me show you."

nate thought he was living one of his own fantasties as he wobbled back onto the bench beneath him.

y/n undid the bow in the back of her shirt and pulled down the skirt she wore with it. she was left in her bra and panties, which she took off slow and seductively.

she now stood naked in front of the brunette boy. nathan's eyes just stared at her as he was frozen and stiff. if you squint, you could see his dick get even harder under his boxers by the second.

she scooted closer to him. "wanna take it off for me?" her voice was low as she played with the waistband of his underwear.

"i-yup." his obedience was so attractive. she knew he'd listen well.

he quickly yanked them off before sitting back on the warm bench.

y/n straddled him, his dick not in her cunt quite just yet. she began sucking on his neck to get him just a bit more excited before finally letting her hips move down onto his soaked cock.

the sound of her dripping pussy and his absolutely messy cock made nate's mind fuzzy.

he let out a loud, guttural moan at the new feeling. "holy fuck, mommy- fuck! i-"

he couldn't even form a coherent sentence just one pump in.

"just relax. i've got you." her words were hushed as she whispered into his ear.

she slowly moved her body up and down his length, going all the way off and back on him each time.

the feeling of her tight cunt on his absolutely aching dick was already too much for him.

"mo-mmy, no, please keep goin'."

y/n couldn't say no to her handsome boy. happily, she obligiged, bouncing herself up and down on his dick.

after only a few minutes, nate was so close. "fffuck, i c-can't no more. pleasepleaseplease."

"nuh uh, you can keep going, be a good boy for mommy , hmm?"

her voice sent him over the edge. he just couldn't anymore. he needed to release and make a mess inside of her.

"pleaseee, i need to. i-i've been good!"

he had behaved and listened fine the whole time. she debated wether or not to let him or have more of her own fun.

she ultimately chose to let him for his benefit. she'd enjoyed teasing the boy enough.

"mhm, go ahead." and almost instantly, he came all inside her. the moan he let out was louder than before as he let his juices release in the girl's pussy.

"good boy." she whispered softly in his ear before she stood up, nate wincing lightly.

"b-but, i didn't get to make you feel good."

"some other time, baby."

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Send me a kiss prompt!

Anything for you my dear @blueeyesatnight

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader

Note: I'm pretty sure this one is gender neutral, but if you notice something that is not, please let me know! I will adjust accordingly.

Warnings: Nathan and Reader are both drinking, but not drunk; Shenanigans™

"Another round?"

"I don't think that's such a good idea—"

"Two more tequila shots here!" Nathan spoke over you, raising a hand to flag down the bartender.

"Are you kidding me?" You laughed. It was a wonder that the bartender was able to hear Nathan over the bustle of the busy bar. Maybe he'd been making sure to pay extra attention to you and Nathan, considering how famously deep Nathan's pockets were.

"Ugh, I'm going to be so hungover tomorrow," You grumbled.

"You'll be fine."

You smiled, shaking your head.

"Do me a favor?" You requested.

"What."

"When he comes over with our shots, ask him for water."

"Ask him yourself."

"If you're going to go out of the way to order me a shot that I don't want, the least you can do is order me something that I do want."

"Alright, alright," Nathan grumbled. "Spoiled little brat—Thank you," Nathan leaned against the bar as the bartender arrived with the requested shots. "Could we get some more water, too? Thanks."

Nathan didn't wait for the bartender to answer, just leaned back and took one of the shots up with one hand, waving for you to follow suit with the other. You shook your head, knocking the bottom of the shot glass against the bar before throwing the shot back. You winced, lips drawing down into a frown at the taste, grumbling, "Christ," As it touched down and burned in your stomach.

You frowned as you heard your name called. You glanced toward Nathan, wincing.

"That wasn't you, was it."

"No," He chuckled, looking around, "You recognize the voice?"

"Vaguely?"

You glanced around before you spotted a familiar man pushing his way through the crush of the bar patrons.

"Fuck," You groaned.

"Who is that?"

"Guy I went on a date with. Well—A few dates with...Well—"

"Well, what?"

"We fucked for a few months, nothing serious."

"Then why's he coming over?"

"I may or may not have blocked his number."

"Smooth."

"Here," You slid a foot out, hooking your foot in the bar of his stool and tugging him a little closer, "Don't look at him, look at me."

"I am looking at you."

"Keep doing that, then."

"What's the plan?"

"The plan is to do whatever the fuck gets him to go away."

"How far are you willing to go?"

"I draw the line at murder."

"I suppose that gives us a little bit of wiggle room."

You reached out, intending to pinch Nathan's arm, but he caught hold of your hand. Your stomach flipped at the warm, steady contact, and the weight of Nathan's gaze. He'd looked at you before, sure, but this felt different. You'd seen looks like it given to flirty hangers-on at BlueBook events, but had never imagined it pointed in your direction. You swallowed thickly as Nathan hooked is leg in your stool in turn, tugging you even closer. You stomach flipped as it threw the balance, nearly sending you tumbling into Nathan's chest, and you shrieked, raising your hand and bracing yourself on Nathan's shoulder.

"Holy shit, you could've at least warned me!" You laughed, "Christ!"

"...You said anything that gets him to go away."

"Yes, I did."

Nathan raised his other hand, cupping your cheek. Your breath caught in your throat as he swept his thumb across your cheekbone, murmuring,

"So?"

"...So?" You mumbled. Before you could draw away—before you could even think to ask what his plan was—Nathan leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes blinked slowly, keeping your gaze set on him before your eyes just...Slipped closed. You sighed softly, tipping your head to the side, deepening the kiss. You pulled in a soft breath as you felt the slick, hot swipe of his tongue against the seam of your lips.

You parted your lips just a little, unable to stopper your whimper as he swept his tongue against yours without a pause. You managed to break the kiss, biting your lip as Nathan's hand crept around to rest against your nape.

"Do you, um..." You cleared your throat. "Do you still see him?"

The tip of Nathan's nose brushed against yours as he shook his head.

"I don't see anyone else in here."

[hoedamn-eron]

listen okay

been thinking about Oscar's characters and what they're like as dads

Spoke very briefly with @writefightandflightclub about this, months ago (can't even find the post it was that long ago - I'll link it later if I do - FOUND IT)

Poe Dameron is a girl dad

Santiago Garcia is a girl dad (see here)

Steven Grant is a girl dad

And Marc Spector and Jake Lockley

(Jake especially)

But Nathan Bateman

Nathan Bateman oozes boy dad

Because, right:

Nathan created Ava and has the mindset that girls are scary

(And Luna pointed out that he'd be wary after that having a girl after 'the incident' and I agree)

Seems like the kind of guy to say 'first time, guaranteed' after sex, when you both agree to start trying

(he was right, it was)

(you still don't know how he did it)

Anyways, you both have a boy

He needed to find out at your anomaly scan because he hasn't been able to control one single thing during this pregnancy and he hates it

So he voted he found out the gender

Makes you put on classical music for "the foetus" (Nathan's words) because he seems like that type of guy

Not that he doubts the kid'll be a genius, but it can't hurt

When your son is here, Nathan would be a mess

It was one thing knowing you were pregnant, seeing the bump and ultrasounds and all

But now there's an actual kid

A kid that is fully reliant on him

Nathan probably wouldn't sleep for weeks

Just sit and works and watches the kid, make sure he's breathing

He'd mellow out eventually, when you'd told him he needed sleep and can't keep doing this to himself

You took over the night shift after that, mostly

He isn't the kind of dad to rough house

But one that you'll catch talking out coding issues to an infant who just stares at Nathan, just because of the sound of his voice

Your son would look nothing like you, and take everything after Nathan (he's super smug about it too - not only can he make literal lifelike robots, but he has 'superior genes' too)

Would want to call the boy something unique like Silas, or Atlas, something along those lines

You had veto'd them very quickly

But Silas grew on you, so I can imagine you agreed to a unique name

Once your son was old enough, he'd definitely teach him how to box

Since Nathan's sleep schedule is fucked (he's working on it), he's always up first with the kid

You'll always find them on the decking at the punching bag

Nathan was always guiding him, praising him when your son eventually punched the bag

You and Nathan both regularly went out on hikes (he enjoyed them more than you did) even before the kid

When the kid was born, it was easy to carry him around in a carrier on your chests

But when he got older and learned to walk, he never wanted to be carried

And the hikes took longer

So now Nathan's planned out new family friendly routes for you all, where you'll all be out for an hour, tops, and not far from the house

Nathan really hates mess, so will probably follow the kid around once he starts walking, just picking up after him

If he's stressed or hungover (he's working on that too) he would probably yell at you to sort it out

He'd apologise later after you chewed him out, even offering to do bath time and get the kid ready for bed

"I'll read him a story or some shit"

(It's probably Stephen Hawking)

He'd arrange someone to decorate the kids bedroom to look like space or something

You had a field day looking around the IKEA website and choosing what you wanted for your son's dream bedroom, but Nathan had just rolled his eyes and got the more expensive, designer, equivalent and it was delivered within a week

You'd told him off for doing it, but he just shrugged at you wordlessly as he set up the bedroom for your son

This is long enough, I'm gonna stop here, but now I want to write a full series of dad!Nathan 😭😭😭

[bumblesimagines]

Midnight Beach

Part 18

Request: Yes or No

Taglist: @nathan-no @hyubg @ash455  @gills-lounge

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Never in his eighteen years of life did (Y/N) ever expect to be standing atop a train planning a full-blown heist. Searching old, abandoned property like Freedman's Church had been one thing. Sneaking onto a cargo ship to save his ex-girlfriend from her power-hungry family had been another. But planning a train heist to steal back a golden, crystal-encrusted ancient cross right from under Rafe Cameron's nose? With help from Topper Thornton? Discomfort settled in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't even imagine the lengths Rafe would go to get it back from them.

"Looks like there's at least a thousand trains here," Kiara sighed from her spot beside him, rubbing the palm of her hand against her forearm as the chill from the night gently nipped at them. Pitch darkness surrounded them and only the nearly full moon provided them with enough light to make out the trains lined up. 

"Well, we know it's car 750X on the track to Raleigh." Pope carefully recited the words scribbled on the paper, holding it so close to his face it almost brushed against his nose with the slightest movement. He dropped his hand down and leaned his head forward, squinting through the darkness and searching the trains around them. 

Kiara pursed her lips and moved her hand to the nape of her neck, fingers lightly squeezing. "Yeah, well, we're not getting out of here unnoticed with a giant cross."

"We won't have to," Pope murmured. "We can nab it somewhere further down in the country. Just gotta figure out how to stop the train." 

"You say that as if any of us have done that before." (Y/N) scoffed in quiet disbelief. The Pogues were troublemakers, everyone in Kildare knew that. They broke onto properties, ran from cops, smoked and drank from the minute the sun went up to the second it went down. Were they thieves? JJ sure was with his sticky fingers and charming smile. But Pope Heyward, the boy destined for Harvard or Duke, and Kiara 'Save the Environment' Carrera? The uncertainty was plain as day on Kiara's face but Pope had dropped the opportunity for a scholarship to help John B, and the bandana-wearing brunette hadn't even bothered responding to their texts.

"Leave that to me." JJ declared and the discomfort grew. "I got an uncle up in New Bern, right? When he got tipsy, he'd just thrown an old chain across the tracks, just for shits and giggles. And that little old chain would stop all the train traffic in coastal Carolina."

"He's right, actually. There's a low-voltage current that runs across all rail tracks. Throw a chain on it, you close that circuit. It would read as another train. Crossing lights come down. The science is actually pretty sound." Pope explained and JJ nodded enthusiastically beside him despite most of the words flying right over his head. "But, we don't have a chain."

"No, but I bet Topper's dad has jumper cables in the truck. Would that work?" Sarah turned to Pope, a smile breaking out on her face when Pope nodded. As if on cue, Topper began calling out to them from down below, his voice alone making the Pogues roll their eyes. (Y/N) lifted a thumbs up in his direction, pointedly ignoring the exasperated stare from Sarah.

"Alright, you all wait here. Me and Pope will go look for it and send a signal once we find it." Cleo said, and with the plan set in motion and beginning, the two of them climbed down the ladder. They stepped across the tracks and disappeared down one lane, the large boxy trains blocking them from view. (Y/N) nibbled on his bottom lip anxiously until he spotted movement up the side of one of the train cars. From the darkness, a flashlight flickered in their direction.

"That's it. We're green." Kiara laughed breathlessly, but the victory proved shortlived at the sound of a high-pitched horn and metal clanking. "Oh, shit-"

"Train's moving!" The train Pope had climbed on slowly inched forward, the horn blaring every few minutes. They quickly scrambled off the roof and down the ladder, approaching the truck and a pacing Topper. (Y/N) swallowed and clapped his hands over Topper's shoulders, spotting beads of sweat rolling down his temple. 

"This is so illegal, (Y/N)!" 

"I know, I know. I'm sorry you had to get involved with this, Top. I promise you everything's gonna be okay, alright? Just, take a deep breath." (Y/N) squeezed his shoulder and inhaled deeply, nodding for Topper to mimic him. Topper inhaled and his eyes squeezed shut, taking a few seconds before he exhaled and tried shrugging off the tension building up in his body. His eyes opened and flickered over to Sarah.

"W-What are you doing with the jumper cables?"

"Don't worry about it, Top," Sarah responded casually as she stuffed the jumper cables in JJ's backpack. Topper's head snapped back to (Y/N), jaw slacked and eyes widened. (Y/N) only gave a tight-lipped smile in return and patted his back apologetically. Sure, he hadn't exactly explained the whole plan to Topper during the drive to the tracks, but he doubted the blonde would've agreed if he'd known. Like Liv always said, better to ask for forgiveness than permission. 

Climbing into the passenger seat and buckling in, (Y/N) watched JJ and Kiara disappear into the night. With the jumper cables in hand, they had to beat the train to the first crossing and pray the 'science' actually worked. Topper drove down the same road until (Y/N) instructed him to drive off the road and through a small section of trees. Topper carefully maneuvered the truck and followed the tracks, anxiously tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. 

"What the hell are we doing, (Y/N)?" Topper whispered as the halted train came into view. 

"We're helping someone, Top. You're making things right with the Pogues. That's a good thing." (Y/N) answered softly and offered him a reassuring smile. It did little to ease Topper's anxieties but he nodded and stepped on the brakes once they were beside the car Pope and Cleo were searching. Sarah hopped out of the car and took Cleo's outstretched hand, climbing inside with them and helping them search. 

"What are they doing?" Topper exhaled, brows knitting at the three as they began pushing a box that read 'Cameron Development' on the side.

"They're going to put that box-" (Y/N) lightly tapped the window and unbuckled his seatbelt. "-in the trunk."

"What?! (Y/N)-" He could only smile again, climbing out of the car and moving around the truck to pop open the back. He stepped toward the train and reached up, planting his palms firmly against the wooden box and cursing softly at the weight. He helped guide the box into the box, only managing to get it halfway onto the trunk before a horn sounded off. 

"Shit, we gotta move, guys." Pope and Cleo moved around to the back of the box and shoved as hard as they could, getting the box onto the trunk. (Y/N) reached up again and took Sarah by the waist before helping her jump down and getting the box secured with the straps in the trunk. 

"Hey! Stop right there!" A man shouted at them and they quickened their pace, clambering into the car while Pope got in the back to ensure the box would be okay. Topper stepped on the gas pedal, quietly muttering under his breath as he swerved around the man and glanced back toward the security truck following them. They reached the closest intersection where JJ and Kiara were and took down the road. Sirens blared behind them and JJ drove closer to the truck, calling out to Topper to keep the truck straight. (Y/N)'s widened eyes watched as Kiara climbed onto the seat and onto the back of the truck. JJ abruptly braked and turned his bike around, pausing for a brief second before speeding toward the cop car and throwing something at them.

"They're chasing him." (Y/N) breathed. Only JJ would pull off a stunt like that to save his friends. "Top, turn around."

"If they catch us-"

"Topper, they won't catch anyone. Just- Just listen to me, alright?" (Y/N) reached out and grasped his shoulder, squeezing it tightly. Topper cursed and slammed his palms against the steering wheel, shaking his head repeatedly as he turned the truck around and stepped on the gas again, following after JJ and the cop car. He followed Pope's directions, swerving into different streets and roads until they were on the road just below the overpass where the two vehicles were. Then, dust and debris went into the air and the dirt bike hurled over the railing, clattering to the road below in pieces. The truck came to a screeching halt and (Y/N) flew out of the truck, heavy pants leaving him and eyes flickering around in search of JJ. Kiara whimpered and crumbled to the floor, panicked whispering leaving her and face burying in her hands. 

"I wish- I wish I could say I did that on purpose, but that was the gnarliest powerslide I've ever done." (Y/N) spun around and released a breath of relief at the sight of JJ, somehow miraculously alive and unharmed. JJ laughed breathlessly, face flushed and hair sticking out in all directions. Pope bolted toward him and enveloped him in his arms, shocked laughter leaving him. Sarah walked toward him, shoving him back only to pull him back into a hug. 

"You're such a dick, J." (Y/N) chuckled and wrapped an arm around him before they returned to the truck. (Y/N) climbed back into the passenger seat and spotted a flashlight beaming down on Kiara and JJ. The cop shouted down to them and everyone scrambled toward the truck. Cleo, Pope, Kiara, and JJ squeezed into the back while Sarah got in the passenger seat and sat squarely on (Y/N)'s lap. Without time to comment, (Y/N) wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest to prevent her from slipping. Topper stepped on the gas once more.

Despite their fleeting moment of victory, the truck soon filled with overlapping voices arguing and telling Topper to go faster. (Y/N) sighed and leaned his head back against the headrest, listening to Topper argue back until he finally gave in and sped up, only for the truck to jerk up and down after running over a bump in the road. Behind them, the box wiggled free of the straps and slammed into the road, prompting Topper to hit the brakes. They unbuckled their seatbelts and jumped out of the car, rushing toward the box only to see the contents within. Tires filled with cement. And not a single sign of the cross.

"It's fake." Pope stared down at the tires hopelessly and JJ sucked his teeth, ripping his cap off his head and tossing it on the road. (Y/N) took a deep breath and ran his hands over his face, the distant sound of sirens growing near and breaking the melancholy air. Pope remained by the box, frozen and eyes distant. (Y/N) gently set his hands over Pope's shoulders and squeezed lightly. 

"Come on, Pope. There's nothing else we can do."

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"I'm sorry about... dragging you into this whole cross mess, Top." (Y/N) spoke softly, feet dangling off the side of the dock and barely skimming the top of the water. Topper sat beside him, cross-legged and holding a slightly crumbled beer can in his hand. After the previous night's events, he'd been radio silent until he pulled up on his boat with some beers and a willingness to talk.

"I won't lie that was probably the most exciting thing I've ever done. But, I definitely don't want to do it again. I mean, risking two or three years in prison? For a group of people you probably won't even be friends with in five years?" Topper shook his head and raised the can to his lips, drinking the remainder and crushing the empty can. He tossed it into the cooler and wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand. "I mean, where the hell was John B? Ya'll said he hadn't been answering. If he turns his back on them, how fast do you think he'll turn on you? Shit, he might even convince them to drop you altogether."

"I know, Top. I know my friendship with them will be running its course soon with the cross gone and everything." (Y/N) sighed heavily and stared out into the horizon, finger lightly digging into the side of the can. No cross, no gold, and likely no El Dorado either. They had no use for each other, not with each of them safe and sound in Kildare. Even with Rafe's presence, he'd never do anything that'd hurt his father, and any of them could easily out the secret. 

"God, you two are such downers!" A smile automatically spread on his face and he turned to watch Liv walk down the dock. She'd changed out of her casual attire into a swimsuit and denim, per Topper's invite to a party on one of the more secluded beaches called Mase that most typically went to by boat. She flashed them a vibrant smile and wiggled a can loose, basking in the sizzle of it opening before chugging it back in one clean go. 

"Atta girl!" Topper laughed and stood up, picking up the remaining cans as Liv playfully bowed, her large hair bun flopping over in the process. (Y/N) snorted and took her outstretched hand, pulling himself up and finishing his beer. He swiped his tongue over his lips and helped Topper with the small cooler before offering Liv his hand and watching her climb into the boat as it softly rumbled to life. 

"(Y/N)! You have a visitor!" He heard his mother's faint voice call out. He peered over his shoulder and noticed her by the sliding doors, mood slightly dampening at the sight of Sarah standing beside her. He needed a break, not another little quest that could land in in jail or a hospital. But regardless, he jogged down the dock and cut through the yard. Sarah quietly thanked his mother and waited for her to head back inside, fingers toying with the strap of her bag. Once the door shut, she turned back to him.

"You didn't tell me they were back."

"You were occupied, Sarah. Did you need something?" She swallowed and he frowned, bracing himself for whatever request, question, or favor she needed. Sarah took in a deep breath and brushed her hair back behind her ears, lips rubbing together and gaze dropping onto the ground. He could only imagine what'd it be if she hadn't spoken yet-

"I need a place to stay." She revealed timidly. "I got into a disagreement with John B and- and I can't stay with him right now. He said some hurtful things and... and I think he's keeping something from me. I just can't live with him knowing he doesn't trust me after everything we've been through. I-I tried Kiara but she's in trouble with her parents and JJ wasn't even home when I went around so... I came here."

(Y/N) dug his teeth into his lip and grunted quietly. Part of him desperately wanted to turn her down, to turn the other cheek and be done with everything and anything related to the Camerons. Another, more louder, part of him reminded him of their friendship and how she'd take him in no questions asked if he ever ended up in her spot. Besides, nobody could say no to Sarah Cameron's puppy eyes. "Fine. You, uh... You can stay in the guest bedroom again. And uh..." Liv would surely kill him for even thinking about it. "We're going to a party right now. I still have some of Liv's clothes that you can borrow if you want to come."

And so, he dealt with Liv's death stare the whole ride to the island. Sarah, ever the observant type, kept her distance from the fiery redhead and stood by Topper, quietly chatting and pointedly avoiding even looking in Liv's general direction. Despite the death stare and annoyance with Sarah not only being there but wearing one of her bikinis, she stood up from the edge of the boat and plopped down beside him with a little twinkle in her eyes.

"You know," She began loudly, lips tugging into a mischievous grin that made his stomach twist. "I heard Josie was going to be at the party, (Y/N). Little ole Josie who just couldn't keep her eyes off you back at the academy. I've seen her photos on Instagram and damn, she's getting prettier by the day. I bet, my sweet (Y/N), she'd be absolutely thrilled to talk to you."

"Is that so?" No use in trying to ignore her, she'd only persist. Her plan, whether to make things awkward or annoy Sarah, appeared to be working, given how Sarah glanced over her shoulder at them and slowly sipped on her beer. As oblivious as ever, Topper nodded eagerly in agreeance with Liv and the redhead's grin grew.

"She's right, actually. Josie got her braces taken off while you were gone and she finally did something about that bird's nest on her head. She's bangin', dude. If I weren't with Elena, I'd definitely..." Topper trailed off, finally meeting Sarah's hardened eyes and swallowing thickly. He looked forward again, clearing his throat awkwardly and vaguely motioning to Mase. "Uhm, forget about it. We're here, anyways."

"Finally!" Liv groaned and stood up, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she waited for Topper to shut the engine off and ensure the boat wouldn't drift with the tide. Once secured, she leaped over the side and rushed down the beach, arms open and body barreling into the awaiting arms of her old friends. (Y/N) laughed and climbed out, setting the cooler down in the warm sand and greeting Kelce with a hug. A few other Kooks rolled around, embracing him and Sarah and welcoming them back with wide smiles and offers of beers and snacks. 

"You gonna hit some waves today or nah, bro?" Kelce asked, motioning back toward the many surfboards scattered around.

"I'm gonna chill for now." (Y/N) dismissed and Kelce nodded, slinging an arm around Topper and heading off with him to catch some waves. He watched them go and licked his lips as a hint of uncertainty settled in. Sure, he'd been popular for a while but it'd all been due to Liv and Sarah's own popularity. Parties had always been their thing, not his. However, as he began heading down the beach and listened to the enthusiastic greetings, he felt the uncertainty slip away. 

"Hey! I didn't expect to see you here!" He almost wanted to laugh. Josie greeted him with a wide, vibrant smile, the same smile she often hid behind her hand back during the days with the braces. The hair she often kept up in a tight, frizzy bun now cascaded down her shoulders. (Y/N) remembered her as one of the more meeker girls. Someone who attended parties once in a blue moon, hid under baggy clothes, and spent her days watching others from afar. Her newfound confidence made her brighter and even happier.

"Never thought I'd see you here, Josie." He commented with a friendly smile, graciously taking the beer she offered him. Josie laughed and turned her flushing face away from him. Something bubbled in his chest. Comfort? Amusement? Pride? He couldn't pinpoint exactly which one, but he knew he didn't mind it. Having spent a month watching others get cozy while he withered from boredom, he certainly didn't mind the attention or someone new to talk to. 

"And I never thought you'd end up stranded on an island and yet, here we are." Josie brushed her hair out of her face and took a step closer, head tilting to the side curiously. "How was it? It must've been... scary. I can't even imagine being away from my family for a week, let alone a whole month." 

"It was... tough, I guess." (Y/N)'s eyes found Sarah's figure as she strode across the beach in their direction. Josie followed his gaze and turned, her shoulders immediately sagging at the sight of the blonde fast approaching. Sarah offered her a smile, exchanging a quick embrace before she lifted her hand toward him and dangled a set of keys that looked an awful lot like Topper's. Josie smiled weakly at them and slipped away before he could speak. 

"Come with me to check something out." She smiled widely and took his hand into hers, an action so fluid and casual that for a split second, it felt as if he'd gone back in time. Hanging out with Topper, attending a Kook party, being close to Sarah. All things he used to do, and things that made him happy. He debated letting go. He debated letting her down and following Josie to see where things went. But Sarah fucking Cameron and her big brown eyes that enraptured others, the freckles scattered across her cheeks that were only noticeable in the sunlight, her smile that could cheer up even the saddest of people. 

"Fine." He sighed, and he kept his hand in hers. 

They took Topper's boat to the abandoned lighthouse just a ways off the boast of the beach. It was tall and old with the red and white paint beginning to chip off. It'd been occupied once, likely a beautiful sight for the sailors rolling in during its prime. Now, it stood old and deserted, replaced by the lighthouse near the town square that everyone knew well. Sarah basked in its glory for a moment and tossed a smile over her shoulder at him before she crouched down and sat on the edge of the dock. 

"Come, sit down." She patted the spot beside her encouragingly and (Y/N) took it, feeling the furious wind against his body. It swept around Sarah's hair and forced her to continuously tuck strands away and out of her face. He looked out at the water and took in its shimmering beauty, the rays of the setting sun bouncing off it and making it glitter like a diamond. 

"It's nice out here. Better than a deserted island." (Y/N) said and tilted his head back, peering up at the sky. Orange and pale blue clashed and danced together, having their moment before they'd be replaced by the deep blue of the night sky. Sarah hummed absentmindedly, kicking her legs back and forth. While his eyes remained on the sky, hers watched the waves lap up the dock support beams. She stared at the beams, at the barnacles and kelp wrapped around the wound, eyes focused yet distant at the same time. She picked at the strings of her shorts, tugging at the thread and threatening to break it until she lifted her head.

"(Y/N)," She began softly, voice almost carried away by the wind. Her eyes glazed over with fresh tears. "I'm... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry for everything. For- For kissing John B, for ignoring you, for hurting you, for dragging you into this whole treasure hunt. I'm so sorry for everything I did. You were one of my closest friends and I broke the trust you had in me. I never- I never should've done the things I did. I never should've said what I said. I acted as if you were a burden and you never were. I'm... I'm really sorry, (Y/N)." 

(Y/N) stared at her, the rushing wind and waves filling in the silence between them. Tears slipped down the corners of her eyes and she wiped them away with her fingertips, the heaviness on her shoulders more apparent than ever. He'd never gotten a proper apology, he realized then. She'd tried once, after her breakup with John B and Ward's fake death. It'd sounded too forced, too soon, and too wrong. But now, with the tears falling from her eyes and the regret laced heavily in her voice, it all sounded real. Genuine. 

"I know." He murmured, voice barely audible. (Y/N) delicately placed his hand over hers and intertwined their fingers in a comforting and accepting gesture. She sniffled and raised her head to meet his eyes, her quivering lips pulling up and her fingers gently squeezing his. (Y/N) leaned over and pressed his lips to her warm forehead, the last tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. He leaned back and wiped the trails away, planting his feet on the dock and standing up. Keeping their hands intertwined, Sarah stood up as well. "I forgive you, Sarah." 

By the time they returned to the beach, many of their friends and former classmates had departed with the disappearance of the sun with only a select few having set up tents to sleep in. Kelce and Topper had started a bonfire and kept it fed with branches and sticks, tossing them in as they chatted and drank. When (Y/N) turned to them questioningly, the two pointed in the direction of one of the tents where Liv's bag rested on the outside. He snorted quietly and took a seat on one of the many towels placed around the bonfire. Sarah sat beside him and they listened in on Kelce and Topper's conversation until the two boys called it a night and headed off to Kelce's tent. (Y/N) lied back on the towel and stared up at the night sky, watching the twinkling stars and searching for the constellations Sarah loved oh so dearly. 

"Remember when we used to do this?" Sarah asked, her head turned upward as well. "We'd go out to the beach at midnight and just watch the stars for a while." 

"How could I forget when you were so insistent on it? Always calling right when I was about to fall asleep." 

"You never complained!" Sarah giggled and turned to look down at him. Her eyes softened as she gazed down at him, lips parting when she exhaled shakily. His brows furrowed slightly and he tilted his head, the words just about to leave him when she swooped down and planted her lips on his. He stiffened, mind going blank at the feeling of her lips before his brain slowly caught up and his muscles relaxed. His hand cupped her cheek and he kissed her back, the familiarity of it all making his brain woozy. Sarah moved, never once pulling away from him as she straddled his waist and kissed him back harder. He let everything slip from his mind. The gold, the cross, the Pogues, John B. He let them wash away with the tide.

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Hot Summer Night - Sam Drake X GN Reader

Title: Hot Summer Night

Sam Drake X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Nathan (Mentioned), Elena (Mentioned), The roommates; Rick and Brendan

Requested by @bluewingedangel!

WC: 4,967

Warnings: Tension, sweat mentioned cause it's hot out, pinning, Uncharted canon violence mentioned, cursing, reality tv mentioned, video games mentioned, Sam being a cute gentleman cause he's in love, teasing, slight suggestiveness, taunting, the roommates have a sneaky suspicion, awkwardness, anxiety, fear of rejection, smoking mentioned, flirting, Rick is a danger to electronics, dare kiss, awkward confession, alcohol, Reader and Sam are drunk, #concent, hangover mentioned, slight angst, and fluff

It was hot. Too hot. One of your roommates accidentally broke the AC, and in a matter of half an hour, the entire apartment was hot. Sweltering... Yeah, that's a better word for it. You were sweating buckets, and it didn’t help that it was already a very hot day in the middle of the summer. You slouched on the couch, eyes half-lidded as you fanned yourself with a Dollar Store fan; Your shirt and shorts sticking uncomfortably to your skin. As you do this, the fan above you begins to make some strange noises. It was making a sort of buzzing sound. You furrowed your brows at the noise. The fan was old, it made noises all the time, and it didn't help that the apartment was old too.

You ignored the soft footsteps that wandered out from the hall, your brain half-processing the sound of one of your roommates, Brendan, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"God," He whined, "Why is it so hot in here?"

"Brendan, you know Rick broke the thermostat. You're not gonna get much more AC in here than what you can get outside." You said in a monotone voice, staring at the tv as Tom And Jerry played.

Brendan sighed, shutting the fridge, "Where is Rick?" He asked, wandering around to the couch, fanning himself with his hand as he watched the tv.

"I don't know..." You turned up the sound on the tv, "And I don't care." You leaned back against the slightly wet cushion, "Besides, he's committed treason, breaking our AC." You muttered, and Brendan pursed his lips.

"Alright… Where's Sam?" He then asked, and you rolled your eyes, glancing from the tv to the floor.

"He's at the corner store, getting ice cream." You continued to mutter, biting your lip.

Brendan let out a laugh, crossing his arms, "Well, he better hurry up, or that ice cream will be liquid once he gets back." He spoke, before heading back to his room. 

You let out a breath, shifting slightly in your seat. At the mention of Sam, you felt a familiar heat creep into your cheeks and ears. Sam was... Perfect. In every possible way. Even if sometimes he could be a little... Well, abrasive about certain things. He was still sweet, caring, and funny... You loved his brown hair and his brown eyes, you loved the small dimples that would appear when he smiled and the way his lips curled upward whenever he saw you. You loved him in all ways imaginable, but you were scared. Scared to admit your feelings for him, scared that you would ruin everything between the two of you. That was just a fear you couldn't shake off, no matter how hard you tried.

Sam was your best friend and had been for years after he got out of prison. You met him after his adventure to find the Tusk of Ganesh, ultimately accidentally joining him in another adventure to find the Goblet of Judgment in Madagascar. You remembered it as if it happened yesterday. One minute you were just minding your own business, and the next you were in the back of a Jeep, ducking from bullets. Once safe, you finally met Sam, who was driving the Jeep. Your first impression of Sam was that he was pretty charming, yet cocky, and you both hit it off, funnily enough. After that, you two became inseparable. You'd sometimes join him on treasure hunts, he'd take you out to dinner after most of them, and at some point, the two of you even got an apartment together; where you met your two other roommates, Brendan and Rick.

Hearing the door open, you glanced over to see Sam enter the apartment with two grocery bags in his hands. He kicked the door closed, placing the bags on the ground as he took off his shoes. Grabbing the bags, he glanced over to you, his eyebrows furrowing at how loud you had the tv. "You know, you'll go deaf if you keep that thing going," He said as he passed you to get to the kitchen, and you shrugged.

"So what?" You said, continuing to fan yourself. "The volume is good, I'm comfortable."

Sam chuckled slightly, knowing it was too hot for anyone to be comfortable, shaking his head and beginning to unpack. You heard him set his bags down on the table, before opening the fridge and putting the food away. He then walked over, looking at you, to the tv, and back to you; with a smile on his face. 

"How have you been since I left?" Sam asked, and you sighed dramatically.

"How do you think I've been?" You asked, too tired to even roll your eyes, "It's too hot."

"I know," Sam replied, sitting down next to you, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind your head, "Have you tried fixing the AC?" He asked and you let out a huff.

"You think I can fix that damn thing? No. We're doomed to forever swelt until we melt." You replied, letting your head fall back onto the couch.

Sam hummed, admiring you before speaking, "Want ice cream?" He suggested, rubbing your shoulder gently, even his touch warmed you, but you had no heart to push him away; no matter how hot it was, "Maybe that'll cool you down." You groaned again.

"Not cool enough." You mumbled, and you heard Sam chuckle.

"Man, you're so hot when you're hot." He teased, making you cross your arms, hoping he didn't notice how much his words and touch got to you. "Well then," He reached forward, brushing your sticky hair out of your face, "I'm going to get you a cold rag and us two some ice cream." As he got up and left for the kitchen again, you let out a silent sigh. This man was going to be the death of you.

~~~

It was half past nine, the moon was high in the sky and the air was still thick with humidity. All four of you were sprawled out on various pieces of furniture throughout the living room. You and Sam were slouched on the couch while Rick lay stretched across the recliner. Brendan sat crisscrossed, on the beanbag.

"How are you not dying?" You asked Sam, eyes raking over his attire; a plain t-shirt and gray sweats, and only a light layer of sweat on his brow.

"Yeah, man," Rick spoke, holding a cool can of soda on his forehead. "How are you not dying?"

Sam shrugged, his arms crossed behind his head, "I've traveled the world in the hot sun for years, I guess my body's just used to it." 

You pouted, glaring at the ground as you mimicked him in a low voice, “I guess my body's just used to it. I hate you.” You said half-heartedly, as Sam just smirked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Oh, you love me.” He teased you, as you let out a dramatic sigh, as he continued to speak, “It’s true though, after a while your body just gets used to the heat to a degree.” At the word, 'body' you couldn't help but glance over at Sam, biting your lip as your eyes roamed over his muscular frame. Sam caught you staring and gave you a grin. "What're you looking at?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. You blushed, turning your head away quickly and clearing your throat.

"Nothing." You replied, and Sam snorted. "Just that I can't believe you're not dying. No matter how much you galavant in hot forests for treasure, you can't not be dying."

Sam didn't reply, only smirking as he gazed at you for a moment longer before looking at the tv. Sam had to look away before he got caught staring at you, though, because there was no telling if Rick or Brendan noticed. Brendan did seem to notice something though, as he looked toward Sam and raised an eyebrow. But Sam ignored him, his mind drifting back to you. 

Sam loved you, and there wasn't any doubt in his mind that he did. He had come to terms with the realization a long time ago, almost four years, and there was this constant craving to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. But he wanted to do this right, and take his time. You weren’t like the other relationships he has had in the past. You were one of a kind. But he had a lingering fear, he was scared that if he did tell you that he loved you, he would lose you forever. And he knew if that happened, nothing would be what it used to be. The both of you would be awkward and uncomfortable around each other, and you probably wouldn't talk to him ever again. 

Sam tried to ignore his fears, knowing that he was probably overreacting, so he just sat back, thinking about when he first met you. Remembering how your hair moved in the wind as you dramatically waved your hands in the air as you spoke, demanding he’d tell you why those men were shooting at him. Sam knew you would become a huge part of his life, even though he had met you minutes before, after he had saved you from crossfire; you being a victim of 'wrong place, wrong time'. He knew. And Sam was right. In the end, you joined Sam on his treasure-hunting adventure, and during that adventure, Sam had grown closer to you, and vice versa. 

On the adventure, you both got to know each other. You find out he had a younger brother, Nathan. Even though the adventure for the treasure only lasted another couple days, in the end, both you and Sam felt as if you had known each other your entire lives; a friendship quickly bloomed. During the trip, you find out just how charming Sam really was, his constant flirting and sense of humor sent butterflies erupting in your stomach and you couldn’t hide the smile that would end up on your face. Sam felt as if he finally found someone who understood him, besides his brother. Someone who didn’t judge him or make him feel bad about his past; someone who he felt that he could trust wholeheartedly. 

You spent nights in crappy motels, Sam retelling stores from his past adventures and all the artifacts he found or tried to find. He even told you about Captain Avrey, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and warmth when he looked over at you, seeing how enraptured you were by the story; he had your full attention, even more so when he showed you the coin. Sam never stopped impressing you, he was incredibly smart, knowing more languages than you did, and he had such a heart of gold. You were so captivated by the man before you as he retold his adventures or the meaning behind that bird tattoo. You thought he was incredible, and you were lucky enough to call him a friend.

And a great, amazing friend he was. You’d do everything together, as said before. You’d sometimes go out to eat together, or go to clubs or bars for a drink. On slow, calm weekends, you would both go on walks around the nearby parks, feeding ducks when you could. As the seasons of Spring and Summer came and left, and Autumn made the leaves fall, you would both make pumpkin pie or play Crash Bandicoot. And when Winter finally came, you’d go out in the snow, Sam reluctantly building a snowman with you; but secretly he loved making you happy.

No matter where, you went everywhere, and did everything together. (You even tried ice skating together, and watched in awe and envy as Sam glided gracefully on the ice while you waddled like Bambi).

And at his brother and sister-in-law’s party, Sam knew that he was in love with you. He watched as you spoke with his brother, getting along great with him, it was all he ever wanted; his best friend getting along with his brother. And that made Sam fall harder than he already had. It was like he was in slow-motion, tunnel-vision, as you wandered around the party. He was lost in thought, watching as you held a glass of champagne, taking sips as you talked with someone Sam didn't quite catch. He was pulled from his thoughts as you turned towards him, giving him a small breathtaking smile from across the room before returning to the conversation. Sam felt his heart skip a beat and his breath hitch; he didn't realize how deeply in love he really was with you until that night. 

~~~

Rick pushed down the recliner, sitting up with a sigh, "We should do something." He spoke up, glancing between his two friends before settling his gaze on you, "Something besides sitting here and watching bad reality TV."

"Hey," You protested, glaring over at your friend, "Bad reality television is not bad reality television. It's a classic! Plus, it's better than whatever crap comes on Netflix these days."

“Except Wednesday.” Brendan commented, and you smiled giving him a high five in agreement. "And, Rick," Brendan continued, "I like Sister Wives." He jutted out his bottom lip.

Rick rolled his eyes, shrugging his shoulders in response to Brendan's statement, and you shook your head. "Whatever. What do you suggest we do then?" Rick asked.

Brendan paused for a moment, "Well, maybe we could all grab a bite at Mcdonalds'?" He suggested, and Sam sputtered a laugh.

"Yeah, no, I don't think so. I didn't spend an hour in that damn heat grabbing groceries just to go out again and get hot food." Sam spoke and you glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.

"I thought the heat didn't bother you anyway?" You asked and Sam nudged your arm.

"You know what I mean." He spoke, looking over at Rick and Brendan, "Besides, I bought enough food for salad."

"Well, I am not hungry." You spoke up, moving the slightly warm wet rag on your neck, "I'm too hot to eat." Sam nudged you again, gaining your attention to wiggle his eyebrows, making you huff and nudge him in the arm back. 

"We should play a game," Rick spoke, and you grabbed the remote, pausing the show.

"What do you suggest then, Ricky?" You asked, "And it better be a good suggestion. I am this close to jumping into a cold shower." You spoke, pinching your pointer finger and thumb together. 

"I'd love to join you." Sam teased, making you give him another hard swat on the arm, which made him cackle.

"Shut up." You said, throwing the damp cloth at him, and you saw him dodge it easily; the rag landing on the floor.

"Anyways, we could play Mario Kart," Brendan spoke up, leaning forward.

"Nah, we can't, remember? Rick broke the XBox." You spoke, "Because Rick hates us and loves breaking things."

Sam nodded, agreeing, "Just to spite us." He tutted. 

Rick placed a hand on his chest, feigning offense, "Excuse me, I have a heart, you know! It was an accident."

"Fine, what about truth or dare?" Brendan suggested, and Sam rolled his eyes.

"What are you? Five?" Sam asked and Brendan groaned, shaking his head.

"Yeah, we playing or what?" Rick asked, only for no one to respond. 

After a few beats of silence, you stood. "I'll get the drinks."

"I'll make the salad," Sam spoke, following you to the kitchen.

"And I'll turn on some music," Rick spoke, grabbing his phone, and Bluetooth it to the speaker.

"No musicals, Rick!" Sam called out from the kitchen, and you chuckled.

Rick scoffed, "That's not fair."

~~~

An hour into the game, you, Sam, and Rick were as drunk as skunks. From the game so far, Sam was dared to chug the rest of one of his beers in less than three seconds, Rick confessed that he really liked The Powerpuff Girls, Brendan confessed that he really wants to start a family someday, and you were dared to eat a giant spoonful of ice cream until you got a brain freeze. Your cheeks were flushed, and your eyes were closed, you could feel yourself slowly slipping away, hearing the sound of Brendan and Sam laughing after Rick dared him to lick the bottom of his shoe. Rick didn't do it, but he was pretty close to it.

"Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty." Sam teased, poking your cheek gently, and you shot upright.

"Huh? What? Where are we?" You mumbled, sitting up on the couch, as Sam took another sip of his third or fourth beer.

"Still at home, sweetheart. Playing this god-awful game."

Rick let out a laugh, twirling the empty beer bottle on the ground, watching it spin as it slowly landed on Brendan. Rick turned to Brendan, giving him a tipsy smile, "Truth or dare, Bren?"

"Truth." Brendan responded, glancing over at Rick, who began fiddling with his shirt buttons, feeling hotter and hotter. 

"Who do you like best in this room?" Rick asked as Brendan furrowed his eyebrows.

"Um, what? Who do I like best?" Brendan asked and Rick nodded. "Well, I guess I like Y/N best." He spoke, making Sam and Rick frown as you fist-bumped the air. "What?" Brendan raised an eyebrow, "Y/N didn't break the AC, and Y/N didn't forget to start the washer." He spoke, glancing at Sam who took his turn to foreign offense. 

"That was one time!"

"Alright, alright, Brendan, spin." You waved a hand towards the bottle, as Brendan reached out to spin it. Watching the bottle spin around, your eyes widened as you realized where the spinning was going. As soon as the bottle stopped spinning, it landed on you, pointing to you. Your jaw dropped open as you looked down at the bottle. You turned your head towards the boys, seeing their smirking faces, and laughed. "Okay, okay, please, go easy on me?" You pleaded and Brendan smiled and shook his head, laughing at your reaction.

"So, truth or dare, (Y/N)?" He asked, turning his body towards yours.

"Dare." You answered, placing your hand on your forehead, pretending you were about to faint.

"You say go easy, eh? I dare you..." He trailed off, staring at you for a second as he pretended to think. You waited patiently, waiting for him to come up with something, "To kiss someone."

Your eyes widened, and you stared at him for a moment. "What?" Your heart stopped. Was this really happening? Had you heard him right?

"Kiss someone." He repeated, grinning widely as he leaned closer, resting his elbows against his knees. You blinked once. Twice. Three times. 

You bit your lip, side-glancing towards Sam briefly before surging forward to press a blink-and-you'll-miss-it kiss to Sam's cheek. Sitting back in your seat, you tried to ignore the 'oohs' as Rick spoke.

"Why didn't you kiss me?" He asked and you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of Sam's eyes on you.

"Sam didn't break the AC." Your answer only made Brendan point at himself.

"What about me?" He asked and you huffed. 

"Sam didn't dare me to kiss someone." Your reply was short and simple, making the two boys frown. 

Rick glanced over at Brendan briefly, raising an eyebrow before he over-dramatically yawned, stretching his arms high in the air. "Well, I am pooped, so I'm gonna hit the hay." He said, standing up.

"Me too," Brendan said, standing up as well and heading for his room, "See you guys in the morning." He gave you a small wave and disappeared down the hall.

Sam stayed seated on the couch, his eyes still trained on you as you shifted uncomfortably under the weight of his stare. You cleared your throat, trying to make eye contact. "I... Uh, I'm sorry about that. I should've asked you first before just- ah- doing that." You muttered, averting your gaze from Sam and towards the floor, your hands in your lap nervously. 

Sam snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat, "No, uh, it- it's fine. Just a game." He spoke and you nodded, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Just a game." You mimicked, agreeing. 

It was quiet for a bit, just the two of you listening to the music playing through the speakers as you both drank. Slowly the awkwardness sizzled away, and you and Sam began to talk again, just about everything and anything. You giggled, placing a hand over your mouth after Sam told you a funny story about Nathan. The liquid courage was flowing through your veins, helping you forget how nervous you were, allowing you to gain the courage to sit basically hip to hip with Sam on the Old Navy couch. Sam's arm was wrapped across the back of the couch like earlier, his fingers brushing through strands of your hair playfully as he drank his beer in his other hand. His own cheeks were flushed, a grin on his face as he gazed down at you. You returned his smile, resting your head against his shoulder, causing him to shiver slightly even though it was still ungodly hot.

"Truth or dare?" Sam then suddenly asked, making you smile slightly.

You let out a small laugh, "Truth or- Sam, the game's over." You slightly slurred your words. "Besides, it's my turn."

Sam licked his lips slowly, thinking hard before he just shifted in his seat, facing you with a determined expression, "Fine," His voice was soft, "Truth." He answered, making you laugh as you shook your head,

"Sammy, I didn't even ask you." You laughed out, nudging him teasingly.

Sam shrugged, smirking down at you, "Too late. Truth."

You sighed with a grin, "Fine, are you gonna stop smoking?"

He nodded, looking away, "Uh... No?" You frowned slightly,

"Sam." You said quietly, glancing over at him with pleading eyes. "It's bad for you. You gotta stop."

"Don't tell me what to do, sweetheart." Sam retorted teasingly, trying to laugh off his sudden nerves. 

"Sam." You warned him.

"Come on, it's hard." He argued.

"Oh, I know, Sammy." You pouted. "But you have to quit, Sam. It will kill you." You stated simply.

Sam pursed his lips as he stared at you, grabbing his beer, he spoke before taking another sip, "I'll think about it... Only for you." And just like that, you were in a fit of giggles. "Okay, okay," Sam chuckled at your state, his own mind rather dazed and fuzzy as he reached over to pull you closer to him, making you groan and push at his side slightly.

"Ew, sweaty man, gross." You complained with a giggle. "And gross, I can't breathe with you pressed all over me like this."

Sam just laughed as he continued holding you close to him, nuzzling the top of your head lovingly. "We're already sweaty, babe, why not be sweaty together?" 

You smiled up at him, booping his nose as you spoke, "You're gross but it's your turn." You tried to reach for another beer but couldn't reach, opting to just give up with an annoyed huff. 

Sam chugged the rest of his beer, his head feeling light, as he let out a small laugh, "Truth or dare?"

You giggled, rolling your eyes, "Truth?" You guessed.

"If I kissed you right now… Would you kiss me back?" Sam suddenly asked, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. You blinked, once... Twice, until you tilt your head towards Sam, confused. Either you were so drunk your mind was playing tricks, or Sam really did ask that.

"What?" You asked, feeling yourself slightly sober up, as your mind raced and your heart started beating faster than a hummingbird.

"Would you kiss me back?" Sam repeated softly, almost shyly as his brown eyes met yours. You felt your cheeks heat up as you swallowed thickly, licking your dry lips.

"Yeah..." You breathed and you could see Sam's breath hitch at your response. "But you're drunk Sammy. Hell, I'm drunk."  You added with a chuckle, trying to ease your pounding heart.

Sam leaned in closer to you, making you close your eyes as his lips gently brushed against your own. "Y/N." He whispered, almost pleading.

You let out a shaky sigh, your nose brushing against his again as you reached up to place your hands on his stubbly cheeks. "I would love to kiss you, Sam." You spoke as you felt him grin, "But, I'm scared." You whispered, your eyes memorizing every line and freckle on his face.

He pulled back slightly, opening his eyes, "Of what?" He asked, his warm breath hitting your cheek and you smiled at his closeness.

"That if I kiss you, it would end up being a one-time thing." You explained, looking into his chocolatey brown eyes. "I know that you have had many... Relationships... And I know we have been friends for years... I don't want to mess this up..." You let out another shaky breath, "I don't want my heart to break." You admitted.

Sam closed his eyes, nodding slightly as he took a few seconds to think about it. "Well," He licked his lips, looking at you. "I promise I won't break your heart, Y/N," Sam assured you and you looked up at him, biting your bottom lip as you studied the way his eyes seemed to sparkle. Your thumbs traced the lines of his jaw, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed along with his swallow. You watched his lips part and his teeth gnaw on them before he spoke. "I- I love you, sweetheart." He confessed, making you gasp softly, your eyes wide open as you processed his words. Sam noticed your reaction and instantly regretted saying it, "Damn it, I shouldn't-" Before he could finish his sentence, you moved your hands to grab his brown t-shirt, leaning in and pressing another kiss to his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut when you broke apart.

You kept your forehead against Sam's, closing your eyes as you let out a sigh of relief, "I love you too, Sammy. So much." You murmured softly. Sam opened his eyes and grinned. "But we're really drunk. So, how about in the morning we talk about this further?" You asked, a playful grin on your face.

Sam chuckled softly, shaking his head, "Sounds good to me." He spoke, his big hands covering yours.

~~~

The next morning, you immediately cringed, the sun shining through your windows as you stretched your limbs out on the bed. Your mind was thumping painfully, the hangover making itself known. After drinking the whole night and staying up talking with Sam, you eventually fell asleep, your head resting comfortably against Sam's chest. All you could remember was the truth or dare game and Sam's confession. You didn't remember walking to your room, so you guessed Sam had brought you to bed, which made you smile. 

Trying to ignore your headache, you let out a dreamy sigh. Your entire being felt giddy as you played over the hazy confession of Sam's. He loves you... Sam loves you! This was a huge weight off your shoulders, and you couldn't help but feel so happy at your realization. Getting up, you walked out of your room, sighing in relief as the AC kicked on. Sliding into the kitchen, you found Sam cooking at the stove, making a late breakfast. You leaned against the doorway, letting your eyes rake over him, feeling your heart skip a beat at the sight. God, he was so beautiful, you thought with a blush. You watched him cook for a moment longer before you cleared your throat, startling him slightly as he turned around and gave you a gentle smile.

"Morning, gorgeous." He greeted you softly, sliding water and ibuprofen over to you.

You smiled in thanks, swallowing the pills and drinking the water. "Morning, Sammy." You replied.

Sam gave you a soft smile, leaning back against the counter as he looked down at you, "So... Last night?" He queried with raised eyebrows.

You bit your lip nervously, "Yeah?"

"Well, you sleep alright?" He asked, trying to calm his racing heart as you nodded with a small shy smile.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. Slept well." You chuckled softly, and Sam nodded.

"Well, good, good. Uh, yeah... That's good." He stumbled slightly over his words. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, giving you a nervous smile. 

You walked over, standing before him with a smile, "Sam, you're staring."

"Can you blame me?" He mumbled, chuckling slightly. You grinned mischievously, as Sam reached up and cupped your cheeks, pulling himself down so he was at eye level with you. 

"No." You whispered as he leaned forward, capturing your lips in his. You eagerly reciprocated and kissed back, deepening it as you wrapped your arms around his waist. One of his hands reached out and ran through your hair, tugging at a strand as you moaned into his mouth, your body leaning against his as you kissed. Eventually, you pulled away for air, panting heavily and grinning happily as you looked up into Sam's dark eyes. "You stink." You chuckled, laughing at how he pouted at your comment.

"I love you too." He teased, kissing your forehead gently.

You rolled your eyes playfully, leaning your head into his shoulder, and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I know." You said with a smug look. You shut your eyes, snuggling your chest into his chest, becoming engulfed in his smoke and sweat scent. It was nice... Comfortable. It was so Sam. The smell comforted you. "I love you too."

[envythemouse]

Harry!Simon AU

I was going through the 'You belong to me, I belong to you' tag on tumblr and stumbled upon the idea of Harry taking over Simon's body instead of Nathan's and now I can't stop thinking about an overprotective Harry constantly coddling Nathan, beating the shit out of bullies and being a complete 180 to the real Simon.

Harry: Nathan... are you being bullied at Hogwarts? Is someone hurting you?

Nathan: ...you're not my brother, are you?

Man, he'd instantly know because his brother hasn't treated him kindly in years and he's never been protective towards him even before that.

Can I have Harry and Nathan cuddling in bed while Nathan tells about his traumatic experiences for the first time and finally gets to process all of it because this is the first time he's felt safe in years, in his obviously-not-his-brother's arms??

I really ship Harry/Nathan, is it obvious?

Before anyone starts saying their age difference is too big, that can be solved easily by a Hogwarts-aged Harry dying instead (Harry has had enough opportunities to die during that time lol).

I'm craving Harry being so very loving towards Nathan and caring for him in so many ways that Nathan feels a bit overwhelmed but he's also never felt this happy and safe before just-

His brother?? Cooking?? In a kitchen?? FOR HIM??

Oh and now Simon is helping Nathan with schoolwork and- wait since when can Simon duel?

Harry teaching Nathan basic self-defense so no pervert can ever touch him again.

Not like anyone could ever lay a hand on Nathan, not on Harry's watch.

They become inseperable and then one day Harry finds out "he" was the reason for all the pain in Nathan's life and Harry's contemplating killing himself or simply disappearing because he realizes he's wearing the face of his angel's Nathan's tormentor and he might have been retraumatizing Nathan every day since he came here and- oh my god they share a bed now what if Nathan is losing sleep because of him??

And then Nathan finds out about Harry's line of thought and tells Harry that he knows about him not being the real Simon and that a few months ago he never could have imagined this being his life and that he's so glad Harry came to be in his life, however that happened...

Nathan would love to know everything about Harry and his past and the moment he finds out about all the people who wronged Harry? Well, Nathan becomes just as protective over Harry as Harry is over him.

You belong to me (I belong to you) by Child_OTKW

[gina103]

Tiny Treasures (Nathan Drake x tiny!reader)

I know absolutely nothing about the Uncharted series other than the 2022 movie which I literally watched last night. Hopefully, this will get me out of my writer's block. Also note that the reader is female in this!

word count: 675

Nathan had no clue what he was looking at.

Nothing Sully had explained about this mission could've prepared him for this moment. Here he was, in the basement of some billionaire, trying to steal something that was incredibly valuable, and highly sought after by all kinds of rich people and criminals alike. Apparently, this something was worth billions, but Nathan had no idea that this wasn't a something, it was a someone.

You were sat in a bird cage, and you were so incredibly small. Nathan was pretty sure a New York City rat could take you out any day. You trembled in fear at the sight of him, crumpled up in the back of the cage, trying to appear even smaller than you already were. Besides your miniscule stature, you were so perfectly normal-looking, so human in your movements, in your fearful eyes, and in your shaking form. Nathan felt a surge of responsibility in his chest, he couldn't let some billionaire or criminal keep you for their own evil interests, he knew he needed to protect you at all costs.

"Hey Kid, what's the hold up? Whaddya see?" Sully's voice spoke from his earpiece.

Nathan didn't know where to begin.

"Yeah...about that, I don't think we can sell this, Sully."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It's not a thing, it's a girl..." Nathan slowly walked closer to the cage, noticing the way you seemed to shrivel up in utter fear at his presence.

"A girl? Are you joking?"

"Yeah..." He studied the lock on your cage, locking eyes with you in the process. He could only imagine what you had been through so far.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. I'm gonna get you outta here, don't worry," Nathan uttered to you. Even though he lowered his voice, you still flinched.

"Kid? Are you gonna explain, or are you just gonna leave me hanging here?"

Nathan stepped back from the cage to look around for the key. "Listen, Sully, you're just gonna have to see for yourself, I'll see you when I get up there."

"Hey! Wai-" He turned off his earpiece before Sully could finish.

Once he found the key, Nathan bent over before your cage once again. Trying to give you a reassuring look, he put the key in.

"Hey, I know this is all really scary and stuff, but I promise you I want to help. You're gonna have to trust me, ok?"

"How do I know?" You suddenly spoke, catching Nate off guard, "How do I know you aren't just like the others? That you aren't just going to sell me for a profit?"

You stared him straight in the eyes as you spoke, so you were courageous too?

"To tell you the truth, you don't," Nathan answered bluntly, "But I can tell you right now, I will do everything in my power to never let that happen again. It's your choice whether to trust me or not."

You seemed taken aback by his honesty, he opened the cage door and held his palm up, giving you the choice to walk on or not. You had been through so much up to this point, and you knew that trusting other people at this size wasn't a good idea. But something about the sincerity in this gigantic brunette's eyes was melting your resolve.

Nathan's heart leapt when you walked closer to the cage door, he was much happier than he'd liked to admit, you had chosen to trust him.

Slowly, you stepped onto his palm, hoping to God that you wouldn't regret this.

"That's it, you're doing great, sweetheart," He said softly, "My name's Nathan by the way." The sensation of your little body in his hands was positively electric, when you were finally settled, Nathan couldn't help but feel that you fit perfectly there.

Ignoring the way your heart fluttered at the nickname, you looked up into his chocolate brown eyes. "(y/n)," you answered.

"Pleasure to meet you, (y/n)," A smile bloomed on Nathan's face, "Now, let's get outta here."

[isleofair]

8, 11 and 18 for the TnB game!! 💚

YAAAYYY, thank you so much for asking!!! 🩷🩷🩷

8. Any ships? And if so who? And why if you want

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH NO 🫠🫠🫠

Okay. Okay. I will NOT write out an entire FireSky Ship Manifesto in an ask post. I will not. I will NOT.

AHEM. Okay, now that that's out of the way.

My first and obvious and extremely enthusiastic answer is, of course,

💖💖💖❤️💜 FIRESKY ❤️💜💖💖💖

I just... They are everything to me. I could tak about them forever (but I won't, I promise, maybe I'll make an actual ship manifesto one day 😅)

For now I'll just say... they fit together perfectly. They have a wonderful rapport that has everything I hold dear in a relationship. They might have been each other's low-key favorite since the very beginning. And putting them together is so freaking good, both for the characters individually, and for what it represents on a larger scale. My all-time OTP. 💖💖💖

Other ships I like are TaiBani (they're married, your honor), GoldenRose (they'd need to grow as people for this and it would be so good for them), KidCat (adorable baby lesbians who are low-key total weirdos together? Sign me up), and whatever the Agnes/Antonio ship name is (he'd help her chill out and she'd give him the love he deserves... if in her own Agnes way 😅).

11. Any characters you think could have been good friends if they had been given a chance

The first pair that comes to mind is Nathan and Agnes. I love that Nathan hangs out with the younger girls, but can you imagine the sheer power of Agnes and Nathan out and about on the town?

The second thing I immediately want to do is give poor Yuri a friend 😭 And honestly there are several decent candidates, it's just that Yuri himself would not give them a chance. Barnaby seems like an obvious choice, but I can't stop thinking about that amazing scene in The Rising where Kotetsu tells Yuri that he does not understand Barnaby at all, if he thinks Barnaby is now happy since Maverick is dead. Still, they could have had some much-needed conversations and a decent relationship.

18. Favourite (smaller) detail about one of the characters

Ooohhh, just one? 🥺 Nathan, then, of course! 💖

If we're talking about design, I love the shape of her eyes, and the tiny blue details on their Fire Emblem suit (along with all the color gradients, I'm a total sucker for gradients).

If we're talking more in general, all the complex up and downs of her self-confidence. They're mostly directly visible in the glimpses we get of her past, of course, but knowing they're there gives her current bold strength so many layers, so much depth. That one moment when she tells Keith she was actually still so unsure when she first became a hero... Oh, it means so much to me. 🩷 (Especially since Barnaby's suit data in The Beginning says they had a "spectacular debut"; just how much effort did that take? 🥺)

(The Tiger & Bunny ask game!)

[papabigtoes]

Hiiii bestie its me again, Sal's yume gf 💘💝🥰😳 I've been adjusting to new meds (IM ON XANAX.. not really teehee) so I haven't really been online. But Sal and I are still together, in my 💖 so okay. You wanted to know what we do on dates. Well when I was about 7 or 6 my older sister thought it would be funny to make me watch the exorcist, she was 15 and she hated my fat ass but anyway!!!! I developed a huge fear of being possessed. Since I wouldn't believe my mom that demons aren't real she told me okay why don't you try to be the demons friend? and basically for the rest of my life I became ## obsessed with the idea of possession and mind control. So that was probably stupid to share but anyway I like to imagine that our dates are sometimes more chill and cozy and we are at home eating dinner or watching movies because we want to be close and not around other people. Or if we go in public he sort of wears me like a flesh suit and he rides me like a horse and he possesses me. And I'm sort of just watching as Sal does things to or with my body. And it can be incredibly kind and confident and things I'd never do or incredibly humiliating and embarrassing but ultimately I submit to him because I know he loves me 🥰💘💖💝🥵 Salaca wants to be re born and I think being inside a human host body makes Sal feel safe and its like being cradled in the womb. And the fact that Sal never shows disgust or hatred for people with my body type (I'm a big gal) is very affirming for me!! I think he'd enjoy getting to walk around and experience a soft flesh suit. I've never really latched onto a fan character like Sal before but the idea of sharing my body with him and showing him that kindness and sometimes he's greatful sometimes he's mischevious is very appealing to me. Sometimes I even wear long sleeves under short sleeves so I can pretend he's creeping up my arm 🥵 by the way since you draw them as fish I had an idea like. Sal is a shark and Orlaag is one of those suckered that attach to them. Or a tongue eating parasite. I think it would be cute. This isn't a commission thing because I'm NEET but its just a suggestion for the future okay anyway thank you for my boyfriend Sal I love you byyyyeeee bestie 🎁💝💘💖🥰💞🙈💋💌💖💗😻👽

WHAT A READ YUMEANON.

glad you are feeling better and hope you are adjusting to your meds well!

Sal’s a demon - he doesn’t care about looks - he wants someone with a warm heart (…that he can steal for his own).

your suggestions for the fish are insanely close to future plans with those fish visions. I was considering a remora fish edgar to be stuck on Nathan’s back during a dream sequence… but I think a beluga would work better, since they are so damn smart. The parasite tongue sounds wicked - if I ever do that, I’ll credit you like i do with volunteered ocs as “yumeanon”.

[childotkw]

No idea if this is how you use asks cause this is my first time using this, but that Harry-as-Simon AU took over my brain. Like, I can just imagine the original scene win ybtm when Benat and the others attack but with Harry pushing Nathan back, arm curled protectively around the boy and urging him to run.

The betrayal and fear in Nathan as they reveal that Simon is a traitor. Tom would be so intrigued- the family drama was certainly interesting to look at for a day, but this was worth searching into. And I’m wondering how Orion would react, considering how he took the route of befriending Nathan to see what was going on with Harry, but getting attached to Nathan is something that’s possible.

Everything would literally fall into place- the Deathly Hallows mark on Harry’s hip, the note he finds hidden in his book about the deal, the sudden suspicious increase of power and ability.

Oh OH YES that fight would be AWFUL.

Harry would go full-protective-older-brother on Nathan. He'd fistfight God for his new, traumatised little brother, so murdering some of Grindelwald's Acolytes is small potatoes.

But oh boy would they both be heartbroken at the reveal. Like, Nathan knows that Simon-isn't-Simon at this point; and he's not necessarily upset that his brother is technically gone - but it still hurts to learn the depth of Simon's hatred for him. It still hurts to know just how far Simon had been willing to go to land a blow against him.

It still hurts to know that a complete stranger seemed to care about him more than his own flesh and blood.

In the aftermath (a.k.a. after Harry took a dirt nap and woke up with more PTSD from our friendly neighbourhood Death), Nathan would be torn between wanting nothing to do with 'Simon' because looking at that face reminded him of all the horrific things that were done to him; and wanting to be close to him because he's so fucking glad that it isn't Simon anymore. Poor boy would be so confused by his own emotions.

Tom would be just as intrigued as he is in the actual story - and would ramp up the manipulations towards Nathan.

Orion would be delighted at the new layer of drama, and be hankering to peel back the layers of the new Simon. He'd definitely be more engaged with Nathan, trying to act as an open ear for him to vent to - and would end up getting tangled in his own web because Nathan is much more complex than Orion had been expecting and it's interesting!

And Harry would wake up in St Mungo's even more pissed off and upset than he had been originally because Simon was a dick.

[libertatias]

I finished everything in ao3 and ff (yes I'm that helpless but the Fandom is dead don't judge me)

While playing the 2nd game, I had a thought of what would happen if Drake came down either while Lazarovic was threatening Harry or after he left, but while Harry was talking to Cloe

Surprisingly and to my disappointment, I found nothing...*sigh*

Any thoughts on this big IF ?

im doing my best to keep the fandom alive, anon 🫡🫡🫡

so the thing about that particular moment is. the last thing harry did when he saw nate was try to shoot his fucking head off (and he only missed bc chloe tried to stop him). so naturally nate is trying to keep his non-death under wraps and maybe not butt in on harry after lazarevic just threatened him bc for once nate is like. actually reading the goddamn room and is thinking to himself, yeah, maybe i shouldn't just surprise the guy who tried to kill me like 3 days ago.

bc honestly if he had, it probably would not have been pretty! harry's already on edge bc he hasn't got a clue what he's doing and lazarevic can clearly see that — so nate suddenly showing up again (with the express intent of taking the dagger) would not have gone over well. frankly, harry probably would've tried to shoot him again — or, at the very least, there would have been some kind of physical altercation and chloe would have tried to intervene (though how successful she would be is up for debate; she can hold her own but harry is extra aggressive when things are personal — and things are very personal where nathan drake is concerned).

this also makes me think of the death you can trigger during the road to shambhala: if you try to fight harry, he will straight up shoot you lmfao.

all that to say, it's fully in nate's best interests to leave harry alone at that point. revealing himself to chloe after harry leaves is a much safer option.

not too mention it would've been way worse if nate had surprised lazarevic, who might not have missed harry's face with that dagger in light of nathan drake being alive. harry is only useful to lazarevic to a point (a point that harry keeps convincing him to extend beyond his areas of expertise) — if lazarevic had been presented with an opportunity to trade out, he absolutely would have, no matter the cost. imagine a "you want to end up like him? you want her to end up like him?" kind of situation, leveraging harry's death against nate and threatening chloe at the same time.

either way, it would've put nate in a very bad position. even if he'd just dropped in on harry and chloe, and if harry hadn't shot him, harry would've alerted lazarevic or his men pretty damn quickly and nate would've been in quite a pickle.

(somewhat related, the third part of my nateharry fic kind of involves a scenario like this, only it's nate getting caught right before he jumps out the window after solving the puzzle. nasty things ensue while he's held prisoner. so, uh, look forward to that if that's ur jam. 😏)

[fairyrcts]

BIRTHDAY SEX , C.S.

by fairyrcts warnings - smut , intended lowercase , 2nd person , use of y/n , cursing , underage drinking , pet names , unprotected sex (don't do that), p in v , oral (f & m recieving) rough sex , hair pulling , gagging , virginity loss , maybe more ¿

an - bro ik its virginity loss, but i will not be writing no cherry popping crap

taglist - @pvssychicken , @gothiccvnt6996 , @emely9274 (header by @issysh3ll )

the party slowly started to die down due to how long it's been going on. after 3-4 hours of partying, dancing, and drinking, most everyone had left the newly 18 year old's birthday.

you were left with your four best friends playing never have i ever on your couch, everyone's hands up and fingers down while they went in a circle asking questions.

"never have i ever lost my virginity?" nathan asked, his words slightly slurred.

chris's finger went down. nate's finger went down. everyone else's was up.

"y/n, you're a virgin?" chris's eyes wandered you. your legs were on his lap, just far enough away so you couldn't feel his erection.

christopher's always had some sort of interest in you. he didn't really know himself what it was, but he knew he couldn't get you outta his head.

"yeah? is that so surprising?" you chuckled.

to him, yeah, it was. of course nick hadn't, matt, sure, but you?

not because he thought you were someone who'd just give it up easily, but because you were by far the most attractive person he'd ever seen. to think that no man has ever taken that kind of interest in you was diabolical.

"no, no, that's not what i meant."

you shifted your legs up his thighs more causing chris's eyes to widen and his dick to grow harder by the second.

"hmm, okay, never have i ever made out with someone in the circle?"

nick's question revealed another thing about you he hadn't known. just after her finger went down, matt's went down too.

matt?

"uhm, hello? explain?"

matt began talking about what had happened.

"in eighth grade we were at that one guy's party and we were playing seven minutes in heaven and we made out in his coat closet."

the memory came back to you , causing her to laugh.

"oh my gosh, we were so inexperienced. that was funny."

the game and conversations went on for another half hour, but everyone began getting tired.

"we should probably get going. i shouldn't be driving when i'm tired and if we stay longer, i'll pass out." you could hear the exhaustion in matt's voice.

chris didn't wanna leave. not yet at least. there was so much more that they could do.

"y'know, or, if it isn't a hassle.. we could just stay here?" christopher asked with a cheeky grin.

you weren't opposed to chris's idea. "yeah, c'mon, stay the night. nate, you can get the couch, matt and nick will have the extra bedroom down here and chris.. you can sleep up in my room." you spoke softly, moving your legs off of his and sat up.

matt honestly didn't care, as long as he got sleep, he was fine. since matt was their driver and if he chose to stay here, that was their only option.

since everyone agreed, they made their way to designated sleeping area's, nate on the couch, matt and nick in the guest room and chris in your bed.

thoughts began roaming his mind as he watched your hips sway in front of him while you walked up the stairs. seeing you in the same bed as him, sleeping with him. he could only imagine as what was to happen.

you opened the door to your room, nothing chris hasn't seen before.

"uhm, i don't think i have anything for you to change into. i'm sorry." your voice was tired and gentle as you spoke.

"it's alright." he smiled which was reciprocated back.

"put on something for us to watch, i'm gonna change." chris nodded as you went into your closet.

he scrolled through the apps on your tv, landing on netflix. he went through the rows of genres, eventually choosing the amazing spiderman.

you walked out in an over-sized shirt and small shorts. chris's eyes made his way up and down your body, setting on your tits.

fuck.

you weren't wearing a bra. your boobs were practically on display.

not that he was complaining.

you made your way under the covers next to him, not noticing his stare.

"oh fun, i love spiderman." you laid back on the bed and got comfortable. chris didn't wanna feel awkward so he did the same as he pressed play.

your head sat on his shoulder, whispering little things in his ear every few minutes.

not far into the movie, chris began getting hot. he was wearing sweatpants and a long sleeve, not his ideal sleeping outfit.

"i'm sorry, do ya mind if i take my sweats off? i'm burning up."

mind? did you mind? hell, you wished he'd take everything off, but that's something better kept to yourself.

"no, not at all. that's fine." you gave him a small smile while he stood up and pulled his pants off.

fuck.

you peeked out the corner of her eyes, seeing chris's fully imprinted cock against his boxers. there was no way he wasn't hard.

he got back in bed and you acted as if his dick wasn't practically on display.

not that she was complaining.

the pair continued watching the movie but you started getting fidgety. you moved a leg instinctively, your thigh in between chris's.

chris bit down on his bottom lip to keep a gasp from leaving his mouth. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck was basically the only thought in his head.

"chris-" he knew what you were about to say. he could feel himself get hard against her leg.

"-are you, uh."

your leg moved from off of him slowly, but was immediately brought back up by chris's hand.

you looked up towards him, his gaze on your lips.

there was nothing on your mind other than how bad you wanted him to kiss her. and somehow, your mind was read. chris's lips met yours and his hand going to your lower back.

your arm slid around his neck and got your fingers tangled in his hair. chris bit her bottom lip, asking for entrance.

once granted, everything became messy. small moans coming from both parties, incoherent sentences in between breaths.

your lips moved down to his jaw, sucking and forming hickeys all down his neck.

"just like that, baby." he whispered quietly. his hands moved up and to your chest, running his hand along your now hard nipple.

you moved upright on top of him, his cock pocking your ass. you took his shirt off in a singular motion.

she began marking up his chest while he played with the hem of her shirt.

"i- fuck. take it off." his voice wasn't demanding but you knew to do what you were told.

you dragged the shirt over your arms and tossed it to the floor. chris wasted no time going to your tits. he sucked on them, mumbling compliments against your boobs.

your moans filled the room causing chris' mind to go crazy. if that's how you sounded when he was just on you tits, what more could he get from you?

his mouth made it's way back to yours but his hands stayed on your hips, moving them back and forth on his dick.

all he could think about was the feeling of you grinding and how'd fucking good it'd feel without either of them being clothed.

"how bad do you want me?" his voice lowly spoke in your ear. it was clear to hear the lust in his tone.

"really badly." you said just above a whisper.

he laid you down on you back and put a finger under the hemline of your shorts, only feeling one.

"you haven't got panties on?"

you shook your head no and with that there was no turning back.

"can i take em' off?" chris's words were impatient, but your nods were even more impatient.

not wanting to wait any longer, he tugged them down, reaching your ankles. he groaned at the sight of your cunt, wet due to him.

he crawled further on the bed and positioned himself in between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs.

his breath against your pussy made her loose you mind more. little did you know, you were about to be senseless.

without hesitation, his tongue ran up and down your folds, making your back arch and a moan to leave your lips.

chris sucked on your clit while two of his digits went inside you. he pumped his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt.

his fingers curled, hitting your g-spot. you moaned loudly with shock at the new feeling. she threw her head back on the headboard while you moved your hips along with his hand.

a pit formed in your stomach as your orgasm was close.

"ch-chris, i- fuck, i think." you hadn't ever felt an organism this good.

"you're so close. cum for me, it's alright, ma." his voice just pushed you over the edge and your moans got louder. the balloon in your stomach popped as your juices coaxed his hand.

he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them off. "fuck, ma, you taste so good."

you panted, breathless.

"you okay?" he asked to which you nodded.

"good, cuz i need more. please, baby." his voice was pleading and you had no other choice other than to say yes. you wanted to return the favor.

you scooted off the bed and onto her knees. "can i?" you looked up at him with begging eyes.

"mhm, mhm, yeah, mama." you slowly slid his boxers down to the floor, his cock covered in pre-cum.

your mouth slid around his dick, your tongue swirling on his tip. chris tried to speak, but everything was a blur.

you fit his whole length in your mouth, gagging against him. the vibrations only made him loose his mind more.

while your mouth focused on sucking, you brought your hand up to stroke the rest of his dick that couldn't fit in your mouth.

"i- fuck, y/n." he groaned. his hand went to your hair, grasping it in his hands and slightly guiding your head back and forth. his movement became more harsh and by now tears were running down your cheeks.

"i'm gonna cum, shit, i- ma. fuck, i can't." his words were cut off by his own moaning as he came in your mouth.

"swallow." you obeyed his orders before chris wiped a small bit off your lip.

"good girl." you chuckled and stood up, your knees almost buckling under you.

"i thought you said you were a virgin?" his brows furrowed.

"i am. but i didn't say i've never given head before." a smirk made it's way onto your lips.

"then how about we change that?" his mouth moved to your neck and began leaving hickeys as he gently laid you back down on the bed. he scooted his dick in front of your folds.

"i'll start slow, mkay?"

"yes please." you smiled softly. sure, you were nervous, but it was with chris and you wouldn't have it any other way.

he put his cock inside you slowly, winces coming from your lips.

"just a bit more, baby. you're doing incredible. you can take it."

his dick was now fully in you as he slowly moved it in and out. the pleasure overweighed the pain and you were now comfortable with his size.

"can i go faster?" you nodded and he picked up speed. he put a hand on her tummy, feeling his bulge under his hand.

"chris, i- fuck. keep going." your words were almost not understandable, you were on cloud 9. the pure ecstasy that you were feeling was unbelievable.

chris's pace kept gradually going faster while their moans were the only thing being heard.

your hand gripped the headboard to stabilize you as his dick pumping into you caused your whole body to move. your tits bounced up and down before chris's hand made it's way to them.

chris stuck two fingers in your mouth, the rest of his hand holding your chin in place. his other hand went down and began rubbing your clit at a vigorous speed.

"ch-chris, fuck." your moans were music to his ears. your words only made him go faster.

"flip over." he ordered while sliding his dick out. you moved on all 4's, your ass sticking up.

chris slipped his cock back in and took a handfull of your hair, pulling it with every pump. his other hand gripped your ass.

"oh my fucking god. you feel fucking amazing. mm, keep taking it, atta girl."

you were now a mess. sweat stuck to your face as your hair was being pulled back. your tits swung and your jaw was slack as they were both reaching their second orgasm.

"chris, i c-can't anymore. fuck, i'm g-gonna cum." your head turned to the side to speak to him.

"mm mm, not yet, baby. you can keep going.

you kept taking it, wanting to please chris. but the feeling of his cock buried inside of you, the faint sound of skin slapping, everything was just getting too much.

without warning, chris pulled out. leaving you confused.

"if you're gonna cum, i gotta see your face. come ride, sweetheart." he took this time to sit and regain his breath while you sat and positioned yourself on top on his dick.

chris's hands moved to your hips and guided you up and down on his cock. your face contorted at the feeling of him consistently hitting her g-spot.

he moved his face to your tits as they bounced in his face, sucking on your chest. this only added to the amount of unbearable pleasure.

"please, chris. i- fuck. pleasepleaseplease let me cum. mm, please."

chris nodded his head, you cumming the second you were given permission. your jaw went slack and chris slid out, releasing his load on your tummy.

"holy fuck. alright.." he panted and let out a humorless chuckle as you exhaustedly put your forehead on his shoulder.

"let's get you cleaned up, mama." you tried standing, but it was near impossible.

chris helped her up and carried you to the bathroom. you sat on the edge of the bath while he started the water. "you're incredible, y'know that?"

the next morning, chris and you walked down the stairs, chris supporting you so you didn't fall.

downstairs, everyone was awake and staring at them.

"so... how'd you sleep?" nate said emotionless while you stumbled and sat next to him on the couch.

"uhm, i slept okay." you side-eyed him while chris went into the kitchen where nick and matt were.

"yeah, i didn't."

"oh, i'm sorry. was the couch too uncomfy?" your face was concerned but then became one of realization.

"nope, it was just fine. but all i could hear was your moaning and chris's groaning." his words caused you and chris' face to turn red while matt and nick just laughed.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Okay but the kiss prompts have me imagining a combo where one person is “maybe in another life” because they can’t hold back any longer but they don’t expect it to be reciprocal, and the other person is like “just fuck me already.”

I can definitely see it with Nathan!

Kiss Prompts!

Yooou got it!

It's not a decision that you've come to lightly. You love BlueBook—it was your first job just out of college, and has been an informative and rewarding workplace. You've gained a lot of experience; you've grown as a person; you've harbored a near-debilitating crush on your boss.

You're pretty sure you've hidden it well from Nathan. He's incredibly smart, very insightful, but he's never given you a second look—or even an inkling that he's known how you feel. You're certain that if he knew, he'd be a damnable tease about it.

Nathan just doesn't have it in himself to not be mean.

Take your resignation, for example. When you'd told him that you'd be leaving BlueBook, he'd grimaced for a half-second before brightening and smiling, teasing, "About fucking time—I've been dying to get rid of you. Whose processes are you going to slow down? Should've told me you were looking for a new place. I might've recommended who I wanted you to fuck over for me first."

You hadn't taken it personally. At least, you'd tried not to. You were certain he was just fucking with you.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you come into work on your last day to find a large floral arrangement sitting on your desk. You don't have time to ask who they're from before you hear the pop of a champagne bottle. You whirl around, spotting Nathan sitting on the couch in the far corner of your office.

"Nathan!" You practically screech. "It's nine in the morning!"

"It's 9:06," He corrects as he leans toward the coffee table where two champagne flutes are waiting. "Last day and you're fucking late."

"What are you gonna do, fire me?"

"Alright, smartass," Nathan chuckles. You shrug your bag off, taking a moment to admire the floral arrangement before you walk over to Nathan.

"Could've dressed more casually," He comments, openly looking over your body. "Been comfortable on your last day."

"I'm comfortable now." You lower yourself onto the couch beside Nathan, taking hold of one of the filled champagne flutes. "Did you just happen to be in town?"

"I'm here because one of my legacy engineers is leaving. Don't get a big head about it."

"Too late. My head's so big they're gonna have to take out a window to get me out of here."

Nathan chuckles, lightly knocking your glass against yours before you each take a sip. You lean back on your couch, nodding toward the flowers.

"You choose those?"

"I do my homework."

"I assume you went through my search history. That's practically cheating."

"You still have that rom-com bullshit idea of what's meaningful."

"I'm not saying they're not meaningful, I appreciate them. But it's not like you had to do any work, tease any information out of me."

"I don't have time to tease anything out of anybody, and I don't need to. That's a privilege of being me."

You snort, raising your glass and taking another swig before you slap his thigh. "Okay. Do whatever you're gonna do; I have shit to wrap up."

"Do it later."

"I'll do it now," You insist, pushing yourself off of the couch. "You're not my boss anymore."

You freeze as his fingers hook in the band of your pants.

"I'm your boss for the next eight hours. Sit down."

You hesitate, a thrill shuddering through you before you settle back down beside him.

"You'll have to turn in my shit if I'm late about it," You warn as Nathan removes his hand. You watch as he picks up the bottle and tops off your glass.

"I'll take care of it."

Your face warms, but you force yourself to roll your eyes.

"You're ridiculous. I hope you know that."

"That how you described me in your job interview?"

"What makes you think I described you?"

"They didn't ask why you're leaving your current position?"

"They did."

"So what'd you tell them?"

"That I felt like I'd reached my peak at this position and had more growing to do that I couldn't do here."

"Is that true?"

You hesitate, looking down into your glass.

"...A little."

"What about it isn't?"

Your mouth works worlessly for a moment before you sigh, shaking your head.

"I've been here a long time, Nathan."

"So have I."

"That's different. This is your baby—and I'm glad to have been in a part of it, but...But I need a change."

Nathan doesn't answer you for a long, testy moment. Then, he lightly clinks his glass against yours. You turn your head, watching him drain the glass before he clears his throat, setting the glass down.

"We're going to dinner tonight."

"Are we?" You laugh. "Since when?"

"Since I said we are. Go do what you need to do."

It's blunt, magnanimous—and impulsive in a way that you've never known Nathan to be.

--

"You turned in your laptop?"

"Yes."

"Work phone?"

"Of course," You scoff, "At 5 pm precisely. You're not getting me for unreturned tech. I'm not getting into a damn NDA breach. I'd be broke in a month if I had to deal with a lawsuit."

"A month? The hell have you been spending that six-figure salary of yours on? Strippers? Coke?"

"Rent and groceries." You look up from your desk, smiling as you find Nathan watching you. "Where are we going for dinner?"

"You tell me," He shrugs.

"I haven't really thought about it. I've been busy."

You plant your hands on your desk, biting your lip as you consider.

"Takeout? My place?" You offer.

"Perfect."

--

You can't stop looking at the flowers on your counter. They distract you every few moments, throughout dinner. You can't believe Nathan even bothered to check after your favorites—that he even bothered to come to see you out on your last day.

The thought warms you as you trail Nathan to the door that night, as you thank him again for all of his encouragement and expertise—

"Cut it out," He scoffs boredly, "You're going to make me cry."

"Oh, fuck off."

"That's more like it."

You shake your head, leaning in the doorway as Nathan stops just outside, turning to look at you.

"...I'd say I'll see you around, but you're so fucking reclusive, I'll probably never see you again." You try not to sound upset about it, even as you curl your arms across your chest.

It doesn't help this his agreement of, "Probably," Chases your comment.

"Well...Bye, then," You offer lamely. Nathan chuckles, stepping in with a murmur of, "Come on."

He doesn't have to do much urging, but you straighten up, leaning into the hug he gives. You curl your arms around his shoulders, smiling and pressing your face into his neck. He holds you closer than you expect, longer than you thought he would. You lean away finally, taking in his gaze.

You may as well take a chance.

Hell, you're never gonna see him again.

You just manage to lean in, to gently peck his lips. You're ready to draw back, to let him go, really let him go—

And then Nathan's hand curls around your nape, drawing you in. Your eyes widen in surprise, unable to help a slight, surprised hum as you return the kiss. Yo think it'll end there, but Nathan chases you with another kiss. His hands land on your hips, steering you back inside, and you squeak as you hear the door shut behind him.

"Nathan," You breathe, "What are you—I didn't think—"

"You usually don't."

"Fuck you—" You gasp as Nathan's hands slip down, smoothing over your suit pants and giving your ass a squeeze as he levels you with a lascivious grin.

"That's the idea."

[montammil]

Is this considered heavy for Lawrence/Charlotte? Or is this about as heavy as either could stand? (Genre: Rock)

Lyrics: Shinedown – How Did You Love Lyrics | Genius Lyrics

Would Charlotte like this? Could Lawrence be able to stand this?

(Genre: Deathcore)

Lyrics: Lorna Shore – Sun//Eater Lyrics | Genius Lyrics

I've established in my headcanon/fanon that Lawrence would enjoy this. Charlotte too, but I don't know enough about her psyche yet to develop a full opinion. (I gotta go back and analyze her!)

(Genre: Dark Pop?)

Lyrics: Lana Del Rey – Dark Paradise Lyrics | Genius Lyrics

But yeah, I do think he'd enjoy this because it speaks to his inner fears of his beloved's tragic passing. And even though he is y'know all yandere now I think it's well I interpret it as he is projecting his wife onto (Harper?)

And is trying to rush himself in grief. As well as trying to go back to that peaceful safe feeling that is as referenced in the song "true love".

I don't think he is over his wife at all. But I think he's repressed it (Maybe it could be because he feels inferior for these emotions, since he is a man and y'know how guys are typically raised.) and it's manifesting in these behaviors because his trauma was triggered making him all kidnapper yandere.

Which I think is so interesting because it begs so many questions! Like this isn't a typical response, but it's his and y'know how he lives with it and what he's done/doing...

I think he knows it isn't right and has a guilty conscience. Especially since I imagine since you have made it clear he wasn't always like this. Whereas Charlotte just seems to be like this cause that's just her. There was no catalyst. She just is this way.

Hence her no mercy and quick to kill attitude.

I think you made it clear Lawrence is deeply chasing love, love he lost from his wife, and love he wasn't able to get in his childhood.

Ofc that's how I interrupt him.

Nothing he does is justifiable. But I thought explaining my thought process on him would be helpful in figuring out what is the what's with him.

{Then it turned into a meta 👀}

It is just so interesting how he's so tragically broken. And I thought it was so cool seeing him explored. In the little ways that've been touched upon.

It really makes me wonder how it all plays out, his inner monologue or does he avoid his inner monologue best he can because somewhere in there that guilt is still fresh?

I think I am right because thus far you said I was right on the money so Idk, hoping I'm right this time. At least with some of it.

For the first song, yes!! I think it does give heavy Lawrence/Charlotte vibes!!

For the second song, sadly no, I think Charlotte would sadly not like deathcore very much, BUT this is a song Nathan would like a lot!!

And the third song, yes, he would enjoy this!! He doesn't like modern music much but I do think he'd like Lana Del Rey a lot. I can also see the lyrics really fitting Lawrence with Nadia (his wife).

Everything you analyzed about Lawrence and Nadia is correct! He also does very much project her onto Harper because Nadia and Harper's personalities are very similar.

And Charlotte is just this way because... she's this way. I personally did this also because I just like "villains" having no reason to be evil, they were just born like that lol.

Lawrence's inner monologue is either him justifying every shitty action he makes, or sadly thinking of the past--his mother, Nadia, even Sadie and Nathan, and wondering what he could've done differently while also still justifying his downright cruel actions, hence not really improving his behavior.

He doesn't talk about his emotions to almost anyone because he doesn't like feeling vulnerable, and his feelings are too complicated to even put into words. All his repressed anger and sadness sometimes comes to bite himself and others in the ass for that reason.

But yes, mostly everything, you were exactly right! You seem to have Lawrence's mindset down (and Charlotte's too!!).