#like i thought maybe i was mishearing nathan but

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Am I stupid or is Pickles singing on The Cyborg Slayers????

Like I really hear Pickles?? Did everyone else already know that and I'm just late to the party?

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I want to tell you... (Nathan Drake x reader, part 1.)

A/N: I want to clear up one thing before we start. This is an alternative AU where Nathan and Elena got married after Honour Among Thieves, lived together for a while, but they figured out that life in marriage will not be their thing. At least not their thing.

After that, they'll not get together again. They'll be great friends tho, so she'll come to cover his ass in Drake's Deception and in A Thief's End.

A/N 2: We are only getting started here, I swear. Need to have some things clear before we move on, alright?

Description: Nathan Drake is not the exact definition of an unhappy man. His job is steady, his friends still see him from time to time, he plays football, but his marriage is his main problem. Many things will change when a special person comes to his life.

Word count: About 1000 (-/+)

Warnings: None, just lil sad drunk bean Nate and Chloe checking some chick.

Nathan couldn't exactly say that he's unhappy - he couldn't and he even not wanted to. He had a great job as a cook, even when nobody believed him, he had a nice place in downtown and he had great friends. Those were things he couldn't deny.

But to say that he's happy was far fetched as well. He wasn't happy because of one reason - he married a woman whom he thought that it's his reason for happiness. And it was, until a few months ago. It was a few months since he and his wife started to separate from each other. They were further and further with each passing day and he could say that it wasn't making him happy at all. After all of that, Elena was still one of his greatest friends; but to make her his wife was the biggest mistake he has ever done. 

And little did he know, that Elena felt the same tension as him. 

“Natey, Natey,” - his black-haired friend said when she served him another glass of wine. He served her all of his feelings on a silver plate and she, Chloe Frazer, haven't found any words of hope for him. And he couldn't decide if it is a good thing or if he's in deep shit. “We all knew that this is going to happen. Especially me and Sullivan. Elena isn't exactly a wifey type, you know?”

“Oh, so you're about to lecture me about my own wife!” - Nate cried out loudly as he took another sip of wine. It wasn't tasty when they started, but now, the wine became his best friend for life. - “That’s some funny shit.”

“Are you being ironic or am I just mishearing myself, love?” - Chloe asked with a face that told him he's starting to be a dickhead. Nathan was drunk like a girl in puberty who smelled alcohol for the first time. - “She is an adventurer, she is writing for a magazine and she travels a lot and when you don't have any gigs, and it is a lifetime ago since Sullivan took you somewhere, your cooking career just doesn't suit her. Take it or leave it, you drunk fool.”

“But I love her, you know?” - Nathan looked at Chloe with his puppy eyes as she leaned her head on her shoulders. She could somehow sense that it is hurting him. But it did hurt Elena just as much. - “Or at least, I thought so.”

“Then you don't understand what love is at all, cowboy,” - Chloe sighed as she watched a really hot waitress chick going to their direction. - “When you love, it is not in your brain at all. It's within you, your heart must truly fell and your head must be in clouds. Love is crazy, it comes without a single warning.” - Chloe smiled at that girl when she saw her gaze. There was some chemistry in the air and Chloe truly felt the love directly in her pants. 

“So, by that, you mean that I and Elena were never truly in love?” - Nate looked at her as a miserable puppy as he was about to cry. Chloe rolled her eyes when she realized that that evening, she would not get lucky with that girl. Nathan was about to sleep at her place, eat ice cream and probably watch Nothing hill over and over again because Elena was out of town.

Nate was one of those tough guys who pretended that they're cool and mysterious, but when something happened, he was the first one to cry like a little girl. Especially when he was drunk as hell, like at that moment. He was one of the softest men she ever knew. And maybe because of that, Chloe loved him like a brother.

They were lovers at some point in their friendship, but those days were lost a long time ago. Now Chloe banged girls most of the time and she was really happy and satisfied with herself. 

“Something like that, Texas,” - Chloe waved at that hot chick as she took the bottle from Nathan’s hand. - “You look like a little shit, my friend.” She sighed and smiled at that girl, giving her money and writing her phone number on the receipt. Then Chloe winked at her, helping Nathan to get on his own feet. 

“I feel like,” - Nathan started when they barely got in front of the pub. Chloe looked at him. - “You feel like a Nothing hill, eh?” Chloe asked and waved for the nearest cab. 

“How did you know that? Are you a magician?” - Nathan wondered when Chloe helped him at the back seat and sat next to him, giving their driver her address, letting Nathan lean his head on her shoulder. 

“God, I wish I was,” - Chloe whispered as the cab started moving, caressing Nathans hair in a soft manner. - “I wish I was.” She smiled at him and let him rest for a while. 

This situation made her wrinkles deepen and her smile fade out. When they were together only for a while, they were the happiest couple around. Elena was funny and Nathan cocky in his own way, she was the clever one, while Nathan did his best to not be as clumsy as he always was. 

But then it came - Nathan was traveling around the world because of his gigs and Elena was doing basically the same. They didn't see each other often and it was only natural for their relationship to end because of this. But it still hurt to see it with her own eyes. 

Because she loved Nathan as her brother and to feel getting her family hurt so deeply was not a nice thing at all.

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Guess What? I’m Not a Robot Ch33

Summary: A more chilled chapter. Ivy comes back and Warren’s speech.

Chapter Warnings: some strong language

Word Count: 2,012

6PM Wednesday 10th November 2038

Megan stirred in time for the six o’clock news. At first she was confused. She was pretty sure she’d fallen asleep against Paul, why was she in bed essentially, with a hot water bottle no less?

The answer lay in the aforementioned android. Of course he had done this, no one else would!

Megan groaned as it occurred to her that he would have to have carried her downstairs, and she wondered how he did it. Bridal style? Fireman’s lift? Against his shoulder like a child? All of them were equally embarrassing.

She quickly escaped the blanket, although after a moment’s thought she retrieved the hot water bottle and hugged it. It was cold now.

She padded over to the other side of the basement, where the tv, and everyone else, was.

“Any news?” she asked, concerned when she still didn’t see short hair the colours of the pansexual flag.

“Ivy’s on her way,” Paul assured, looking like he knew exactly how embarrassed Megan was. “She managed to evade the police and is making her way back by foot.”

“They were still doing ID checks at public transport,” Megan remembered. “I only got away with it because my hair colour is natural, I imagine.”

“I thought that too,” admitted Maggie, who had her arms wrapped around herself like a hug. “I’m still worried.”

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Lucas assured before turning his attention back to the news. “The President’s going to make a statement in a few hours.”

“Who gives a shit about what Warren has to say?” Nathan scoffed. “When will you lot start picking better Presidents? First Trump then this one!”

“Most of us weren’t old enough to vote when she came into office,” Oscar shot back at the Brit. “Either way, we’re stuck with her.”

“History, if not learned from, will repeat,” Nathan smirked, and Paul suddenly stepped between them, as Oscar looked like he was going to try and flatten the musician.

“That’s enough you two. There are bigger problems than the current President of the United States. How about we pay attention to the news now, and worry about Warren later?”

Nathan and Oscar glared at each other, but did not escalate.

“Nicely said Paul,” noted Allison, and he nodded at her.

They turned their attention back to the television in time for a report on the protest earlier.

“Earlier today, in complete defiance of suspension of the right to assembly, a small pro android protest formed outside the main CyberLife store in Detroit. It began with three ringleaders and miraculously, began to draw more support.

“Detroit police were called and only one of the ringleaders was arrested. University of Detroit student Alex Briar, aged 20, is currently in police custody. The two other ringleaders fled the scene, and have been identified from CCTV as Ivy Stanford and Megan Carroll, both fellow students at the University of Detroit. If anyone has any information of their whereabouts please contact the police.”

Megan stared as her college mugshot appeared on screen next to Ivy’s. She looked over at Paul, thinking about what she was going to say.

“I guess you’re not the only one Wanted now.”

Paul’s lips twitched into a smile as the report turned into something else unimportant. “I suppose not. I thought you’d be more worried about this?”

“I am,” Megan assured, “but also, kind of excited? I’ve never broken the law before.”

Paul rolled his eyes. “Please don’t turn into an adrenaline junkie. I don’t think I could take the stress.”

Megan laughed at that and nudged with her elbow. “How could I? With you keeping my feet on the ground.”

Maggie, Julia and Allison all shared the same conspiring look before drifting away from the tv. The report had moved to the weather, so unless Markus’s surviving deviants or the other factions of Android Allies did something drastic, nothing was happening until the President’s speech. Which they would all rip to pieces.

There was a hurried knock on the door, and everyone looked up as Julia went to go answer it. Maggie followed her up, and everyone heard her cry of ‘oh thank God!’

“It appears Ivy is back,” Paul summarised.

“No shit Sherlock,” Lucas smirked, getting up from his seat. “Wonder what took her so long?”

“Normally it would take roughly several hours to reach this house from the centre of the city by foot,” Paul rattled off. “Given that the military are still combing the city, the poor weather and that the police are looking for her, this would have increased her travel time significantly.”

“...Noted,” Lucas responded, a little surprised by the sudden spout of information.

Everyone looked over at the stairs, but were surprised when just Julia came down.

“Ivy and Maggie are otherwise, occupied,” she answered the unasked question.

Lucas chuckled to himself. “I suppose they would want a good kiss after all that.”

Paul looked sharply at him. “I was not aware they were in a romantic relationship.”

“They don’t like to flaunt it,” Lucas shrugged. “But yeah, they’ve been dating for a while now.”

Paul had nothing to say to that, and neither did anyone else. When the two eventually made it back downstairs, faces flushed and clothes messed up, there was some teasing and wolf whistling. Megan just rolled her eyes at the display and turned her attention back to the tv, hot water bottle still clutched against her stomach.

“So, I hear I’m a wanted criminal?” Megan looked over to see Ivy raising an eyebrow. “After tonight, I’m not surprised!”

“How much property damage did you cause?” asked Lucas, half joking.

“A little bit,” Ivy admitted, “I may have dented some trash cans, scared some old ladies, and nearly bring down a fire escape. It was old!” she protested, and everyone laughed, glad to have one more member back.

“I guess Alex is still with the police?” Ivy asked, and the mood disappeared.

“Yeah,” Julia answered. “Maybe, maybe I should talk to my uncle?”

“I don’t think that will help,” Paul interjected. “Alex has in fact broken the law, and the police will be stretched thin right now. Alex is safe where they are.”

Julia nodded, running a hand through her dark hair. “I hope you’re right.”

 9.24PM Wednesday 10th November 2038

They all gathered in front of the tv for the President’s speech several hours later. Julia had supplied some popcorn that had been hiding in a cupboard somewhere, and Allison, Maggie, Ivy, Nathan and Lucas were happily eating it.

They were greeted to President Warren walking towards the podium in the White House, all smiles and waves as cameras flashed. She got settled, and began to speak in an oddly halting manner, although it made it difficult to mishear anything.

“At 6Am this morning a national curfew was declared. Civilian movement will be strictly controlled, the right to assembly is suspended, all electronic communications are restricted, and I have granted enhanced powers to our security agencies. In addition to these measures, all androids must be handed over to the authorities immediately. Temporary camps are being set up in all our major cities to contain and destroy them. I am now asking all civilians to co-operate with the authorities, and rest assured that everything in our power is being done to guarantee the security of our nation.”

“So basically, nothing Detroit didn’t already know,” Allison quipped, throwing a kernel of popcorn in her mouth.

“I don’t know,” Lucas disagreed, following suit. “I don’t think we knew the curfew was country wide.”

“I feel sorry for those who want to check on family,” Julia suddenly interjected as various reporters vied for the President’s attention. “If communication is down countrywide then no one can check if anyone’s okay.”

A simultaneous sensation of guilt gripped those still in college. Their parents had to be freaking out.

The President picked a reporter to respond to, and they asked.

“Has the leader of the deviants been apprehended?”

“The deviant that is known as Markus has not been located yet, but we will soon track it down and neutralise it.”

Paul let out the heaviest sigh of relief out of everyone, despite not needing to breath. Markus wasn’t dead.

The next reporter was called upon.

“Is it true that the androids could hack our IT systems, like nuclear power plants and military bases?”

“All androids working on sensitive sites have been neutralised and all IT systems have been suspended to avoid any risks of hacking. The situation is under control.”

“Can you hack things Paul?” Megan asked, genuinely curious, and Paul shrugged.

“I’ve never tried,” he admitted.

Yet another reporter.

“Many believe that androids are a new form of intelligent life. Do you have any comment?”

“That’s ridiculous. Next question please.”

“Fuck off!” Allison and Ivy both threw their popcorn at the screen. Surprisingly it was Nathan who exploded next.

“That’s clearly not ridiculous you ignorant, incompetent, senile old bat!” he bellowed, making everyone jump. “If they weren’t sentient, they wouldn’t be fucking revolting now would they?!”

“Nathan, we get it,” Julia tried to calm him down. “And she can’t hear you.”

“I know, I know,” Nathan mumbled before sitting back down, just in time for the next journalist’s question.

“What’s going to happen to CyberLife? Will androids be banned definitively?”

“We’re working very closely with Cyberlife to neutralise all deviants. I won’t make any comments about anything else until we have dealt with the android question.”

Megan glanced at Paul, and gripped his hand, giving it what she hoped was a comforting squeeze. He noticed the pressure and looked down at his hand before smiling warmly at Megan, the gesture appreciated.

“Madam President, public opinion seems to have become increasingly favourable to the deviants, particularly since they’ve adopted a peaceful approach. How do you feel about this?”

“Damn straight,” Oscar uttered the first thing he’d said to the group all evening, almost rumbling over the President’s response.

“Public opinion is one thing, the security of the state is another. These deviants are dangerous and my highest priority is to protect the American people. Thank you. That will be all.”

“Oh fuck off!” Lucas rolled his eyes as the President walked away, desperate reporters still shouting their questions. “They’re as dangerous as any other human, and frankly, humans have probably harmed more androids.”

Paul looked across the group, most of them simmering with pent up fury at the President and how she was handling this. He felt an odd sensation in his chest cavity which he struggled to describe.

Megan noticed his face twist in confusion and gave him a nudge. “How are you feeling?”

“I... I don’t know.”

“Describe it.”

“Warm,” he said instantly. “Almost like, happy, but, it’s not quite that.”

“Anything else?” Megan carefully stole some of Maggie’s popcorn without her noticing.

“I think, I think I’m grateful, and, not quite believing what just happened, but in a good way?”

“Ride the shitstorm,” Megan reminded. “Is that everything?”

“I, I think so. Yes. I can’t quite believe that everyone’s on my side, even if that is illogical, and I’m grateful that they all are,” Paul looked at the group again, no one seemed to hear what he had said, as they were all discussing the conference. There was still some tension in the air, as Alex was obviously absent, but everyone was pulling together in spite of that.

“Easy Spock, don’t blow a circuit,” Megan smirked at him, and he gave her a gentle shove to show that didn’t appreciate the comparison. Megan merely laughed and shoved him back.

Paul was pretty certain that were people were watching now, and money had exchanged hands. Although what they betting on he wasn’t sure.

Megan suddenly yawned and stood up, still yawning.

“I’m going to sleep,” she announced, and Paul nodded, a mischievous grin forming.

“I don’t suppose you would like a bed time story?”

Megan flipped him the bird as she walked to the mattress she’d been sleeping on earlier, and Paul laughed.

A fairly chilled chapter this time, nothing overly exciting. Since this is based off Jacksepticeye's playthrough, the questions Warren was asked were selected on his playthrough.

Before things get out of hand; Nathan is British, and I don't know of any British person who has anything good to say about him, and since Warren is a combination of Hilary and Trump (look up the bio) I would imagine that some British people would still be pissed about her.

Finally, Ivy and Maggie, the second same sex couple in the story. I'm flip flopping on whether Maggie is bi or lesbian. It won't make much of a difference in this scenario, but if I want to do one shots with her I will need to decide. And, Ivy was obviously pan, come on!

Other Options Flowchart

(Paul) Step between them. Favour Oscar. Favour Nathan.

(Megan) Be serious. Worry.

(Megan) Place hand on shoulder. Smile at him.

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105: Ball and Chain

I have spent way too long looking at this.

At Duke’s, Wow really? Who are you?

At Nathan’s, What? Of course.

And it’s making me think about them growing old together, just in the normal way that people do when they care about each other. And sure, sometimes they bicker. But they know each other so well, and they are always there to help out.

Like, when they really start to get old, maybe Duke’s hearing starts to go first (maybe he spent too much time in overly loud clubs, or noisy boat engine environments) and he’s asking Nathan, What did they say? And Nathan rolls his eyes and grumbles about it, but he tells him.

But then also, maybe Nathan’s eyesight starts to go first (maybe spent too much time in front of paperwork, or working on intricate decoupage) and he’s asking Duke, What does this say? And Duke makes a jibe about his old man’s eyes, but of course he takes the thing from Nathan and reads it to him.

And then, you know, reminding each other to take their medication, or remembering not to buy that previously-favourite food that no longer agrees with them, or all kinds of helpful little things that come from being together and knowing each other and oh my god my heart just hurts.

These are some excellent thoughts! Of course you could also say that Nathan could have hearing issues due to time spent on the shooting range so can you just imagine them mishearing each other and saying “what??” all the time? And eventually it just gets too much like effort so they communicate with gestures and expressions and touch rather than words.

OMG yes! Because they would! And, you know, at this point they know each other so well that communicating with gestures and expressions is easy.

And “communicating by touch” oh my heart. Because of course yes! Waking each other up and saying hello and saying goodbye. And they almost develop their own little language. Different waves and different smiles and different touches on the arm.

And then they get really old and they’re in a nursing home surrounded by staff who have only even been alive for a fraction of the time they’ve known each other. And the staff don’t see; they don’t know the young men they used to be, they don’t know the history between them.

All the staff see is a little movement of a hand, or a small smile or nod of the head and they don’t understand the importance because they just don’t see the meaning in those gestures.

But they aren’t meant for the staff, they are meant for each other. And they know.

Auugghhhh yesssssssss! And they still try to talk, of course, because when they’re close, when they’re touching, they can still feel the vibrations of the other speaking. Just a few special phrases. “Not going anywhere.” “I love you.” They can’t hear but they know, they recognise the pattern of the vibrations, words that they heard so many times when they were younger, so instantly recognisable. And it’s not the same as hearing the words but it still brings that sense of peace and safety and home.

And they get older, and frailer, with more and more complicated and life threatening health issues, and the people around them start preparing themselves for the fact that they might not be around much longer.

But, they both keep holding on out of sheer stubbornness and because neither of them wants to be the first to go, or to leave the other behind.

But eventually it happens of course. No one lives forever. And so one day, one morning, one of them finds themselves alone, the other side of the bed cold. And they look at the face they have grown old with, passed away peacefully in their sleep, and they know they wouldn’t have had it any other way.

And they know too that they won’t be sticking around for long. They pass away quietly in their sleep too, a day or two later.

And the people who have known them only as old men are sad to see them go, and wonder about exactly what happened when they were younger to leave them with such a strong bond.

They are cremated (per their request) in a quiet little ceremony which sees their ashes scattered together; mingling together as the urns are opened to the wind at the coast, some coming to rest on the cliffs of the town they loved so strongly, some finding it’s way to the water and the currents of the sea they both loved in their different ways.

I’d almost forgotten about this. Made cry all over again re-reading it ❤

Heartbreakingly perfect <3  That is all i can say about this!

This made me smile