#nathan bateman drabbles

[eyelessfaces]

unconsciously smiling whenever they smile + nathan?? i feel like it’s 100% something he would do.

this is my first time writing for nathan so I hope he’s alright!

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You only hear the distinct sound of a weight dropping down onto the couch before your eyes look up from the computer screen.

“I thought you were supposed to isolate yourself to work all day long” you speak as you get up from your seat and join Nathan to the gigantic couch he’s slouching on. He sighs, and you tilt your head to the side in interest as you prop your elbow onto the back of the couch.

“I was.” he groans, taking off his glasses before rubbing a hand over his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Things weren’t going my way.” he admits, in a way that looks like it hurts him to say it.

“Pretty unusual for you huh?” you tease, poking him in the ribs.

“Shut up”

“You can’t be good all the time” you declare getting up from your seat as quickly as you had joined it, rapidly completely disappearing from Nathan’s peripheral vision.

He closes his eyes and sighs as he puts his glasses back on. “Well that’s pretty fucked up,” he jokes, loud enough for you to hear it now that he doesn’t hear your footsteps anymore and deduces you’re far away from him.

“I know it pains you but,” you reply after a while, coming back into the room. “You’re only human.” you continue as you get back to him, smiling playfully as you hand him an open beer.

He looks up at you, a gentle smile making his eyes crinkle behind his glasses drawn onto his face as he takes the beer from your hands.

“What are you smiling at?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing. C’mere.” he offers, extending his arm out for you to curl yourself up against him.

Nathan takes a sip of his beer, still wearing that small, thoughtful smile as his arm wraps you tight.

[alwaysmicado]

I just stumbled across this photo and wrote down what came to mind within five minutes. It's about an older Nathan, and it's emotional. ♡

Your ex, Nathan Bateman, is attending a gala dinner where you're the guest speaker.

You haven't seen each other since you left him ten years ago, after you couldn't take it anymore and finally had to admit to the both of you that love just isn't enough. You've since married a wonderful man and have a happy family. Your life is good. Nathan hasn't dated anyone else after you walked out of his life forever. He kept up with your socials in the beginning, but has stopped that a couple of years ago.

Now that he sees you here – the smartest, kindest, most beautiful human he's ever had the luck of knowing in this miserable life – he feels strange. Your presence can still captivate a whole room of people. Your voice is still as melodic as he remembers. You even look the same, apart from a few more wrinkles and gray hairs that suit you very well.

But there's one striking difference. You have a spark in your eyes. A beautiful, bright spark he remembers from when you came into his life and just...stayed. You lost that spark over the course of your relationship. He remembers how lifeless and dull your eyes were when you stood in the living room with no more tears to cry. He didn't beg you to stay, didn't promise you he would change, didn't stop you when you walked out into the night. He let you go.

His heart hurts as he looks at you with unshed tears in his eyes, but he doesn't feel sad. No. He feels happy for you.

You deserve the life you have. You deserve to pursue your career. You deserve to follow your dreams, to have relationships that fulfill you, to see the world. You deserve a partner who supports you. Who's not afraid to share his life with you. Who isn't afraid to love you. You deserve it all.

And even though he'll always love you in his own way, Nathan knows he could never be that man for you.

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Nathan masterlist

[pygmi-cygni]

here, kitty kitty

getting nathan to do any kind of physical contact would be...a struggle, to say the least. I don't think he'd be a very touchy-touchy kinda guy, just cause he's not used to it. But I bet he'd warm up eventually.

blurb/ficlet thingy

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Baby steps. Touches to the back of the hand, a palm on his shoulder while he worked. He would violently flinch away, looking like you'd slapped his mother. Upon seeing you, Nathan would relax marginally. Despite his prickly disposition, you could tell he craved attention.

His gaze would follow you desperately around the compound, and he would sit as close as possible on the sofa without touching you. If you paid attention, you'd see his hands fidgeting in his lap. A war was raging in hid head - he wanted to touch you but he didn't know how.

You took it slowly, like soothing a frightened barn cat. Yes, he knew he was allowed to touch you, but he still didn't know how. You were such a godlike figure in his mind, the thought of something so mundane seemed wrong.

Not that you didn't try. You picked up on his nervousness, as well-hidden as it was, gently reaching for his hand on the couch. Your gaze was locked on the movie, but your firm hold prevented him from sliding away. Every part of him was tense. You stroked your finger up and down, loosening the nervousness ringing through his body.

He shifted closer, clearing his throat. Nathan's face betrayed nothing of the mentally wagging tail he was currently feeling; gaze focused on the movie in front of you. A small smile tickled your cheeks when you felt his warm shoulder tentatively press against yours.

As tempted as you were to wrap him in a hug, you knew it would scare him off. He rumbled appreciatively when your chin ducked to rest on his shoulder.

The movie concluded but neither of you made a move to get up. Nathan's beard tickled your forehead and your leg was falling asleep, but you didn't want to end the small moment of intimacy.

"You gonna move?" he asked gruffly, hands twitching in yours. You leaned back slightly.

"Do you want me to?"

His gaze didn't meet yours, but you could see it in the pink of his ears. No.

Smiling, you coaxed him back against your chest. His back was stiff until you began stroking his head, fingers scratching lightly over the stubble. You could feel him shiver. Slowly, you paused, letting him adjust.

Nathan huffed impatiently, hands tucking against your waist. You tried to look at his face and gauge his reaction.

"More?"

Another huff. Laughing quietly, you resumed the scalp massage, humming gently as his breathing slowed. He was out like a light before five minutes had passed.

-

A slow drumming gently roused him from the deepest sleep of his light. It was incredibly warm - warmer than he'd ever felt in the compound. Something soft was surrounding him in a way that sucked the energy from his bones. He blinked awake, hazily rousing from the syrupy blanket of slumber.

His glasses were folded at the edge of the coffee table. He was still on the couch. Vaguely, Nathan remembered your fingers on his scalp as he was blissfully rocked to sleep. His chest warmed as he realized the gentle drumming was your slow heartbeat against his cheek.

A thick throw blanket was pulled tight to his chin, and your arms bracketed his shoulders protectively.

Nathan burrowed back under the blanket, nosing into the warmth of your tummy. It would be a pain to wake you, he reasoned, contentedly snuggling back to sleep.

[freelancearsonist]

"if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up" w/ nathan 🤭

ooooooh i haven’t written for nathan in a while! thank you for sending this in ☺️

warnings: gn!reader, no physical descriptions, actually clean wtf, established relationship/mentions of sexual relationship between reader and nathan, kind of a boss/employee relationship but that’s not the main theme if that makes sense

It’s been three weeks to the day since you packed your things and told Nathan you were going back to New York. It’s been three weeks, twenty-one days, of wondering exactly where the fuck you went wrong.

You hate that sly bastard. You want to tell him to go to hell and never speak to him again.

You also want nothing more than to jump the first plane back so you can fall into his arms again.

He’s a bastard and you’re totally in love with him.

Really, you’re just trying to teach him a lesson—but it’s not going how you planned. You expected him to chase after you, to beg you to stay, and instead all he said was, “fine. Come back when you’re over it.”

Such an asshole. He probably thinks you couldn’t possibly live without him, that you’re some helpless airhead who needs him to survive. Well, fuck him. That’s exactly what you left to disprove—you don’t need him, he needs you. He’s helpless without you, genius or not, and until he realizes this and begs for your return you’re not going to budge.

Maybe it’s not going as planned, but you know Nathan. You know he’s a stubborn idiot and he doesn’t admit defeat, but you also know he loves you. He’s told you as much, and made a point of assuring you that you’re the only person he’s ever had that’s worth saying those three words to. Like it’s an award, that you got under his skin. Like you should be proud of it.

The worst part is, you are proud. Because you know for a fact he wouldn’t waste his breath on saying it if it didn’t really mean something—everything—to him.

You’ve gotten under his skin as much as he’s under yours and it’s the accomplishment of the century.

It’s an awkward standstill that you’re at, because life is so boring without your boyfriend around to ask you a million questions and info dump to you and fuck the life out of you, but he also needs time to realize you’re not one of his sex robots. That you’re a living, breathing human with a brain, not some empty-headed plastic shell. You’re smart and you want to do things and he needs to make peace with that.

Week number four is when it finally clicks for him. He gets it. You like being his romantic partner, but you also want to be his partner in a professional sense.

He realizes he needs to utilize your skills and put your expertise to work the way he hired you to do, before he fell in love with you and turned you into a glorified house-partner.

He knows it’ll hurt his pride to call you and admit that he was an asshole. But he also knows that you’re the only one that can navigate where everything is in the kitchen, and he’s been drinking nothing but green juice for weeks. It’s time to call you, to bring you home. To make you his partner in every possible sense.

He’s a little bit surprised when you actually answer. He figured he’d have to try harder.

“God, I missed your sexy voice.”

It’s a very Nathan way to start the conversation, and it makes you laugh as you reply, “If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.”

“That’s not why I called and you know it.” He almost sounds like a petulant child, and you can’t stop yourself from having a little fun with him.

“Do I?”

“Yes.”

“And why is it you called?”

He hesitates for a long moment, then: “I’m sorry.”

Two words you’ve never heard from him before, and they make your heart flutter. “For what?”

“For being a narcissist.” He sighs. “I want you to come home. I need your help. In the lab.”

You can’t help the involuntary smile that spreads across your face, because Nathan always gives you exactly what you want in the end.

“Let me get my bags. I’ll be there on the next flight.”

[justafandomgvrl]

Not A Christmas Person

Nathan Batman x OFC

Mild hurt/comfort

Word count - 450ish

Thalia stared out the window as snow covered the grounds. As sure a sign as any that Christmas was coming. She sighed, clutching her mug of tea close to her chest and tugging her blanket further around her.

Christmas was not a time of year she enjoyed.

Nathan watched her with a raised eyebrow through his monitor. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her so down, even if she tried to appear happy around him. He hated that. Hated that she didn’t feel safe to be vulnerable with him. He sighed as she sipped from her mug and he pushed himself to his feet, padding through his house to find her.

“What’s wrong?” Thalia jumped, turning to see Nathan standing right behind her, caging her against the window.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t fucking insult me.” He ran his hand across his face, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “I know that something is wrong with you. I love you, you think I don’t notice when your mood shifts to shit?” Thalia sighed and looked down. “So what the fuck is wrong?” One of his hands came to grip her jaw, forcing her to look up at him.

“I just don’t like Christmas, Nate. That’s all it is.”

“Nate?” he pulled a face as though he’d eaten something bitter. “Why don’t you like Christmas?”

“I just… I never got to spend it with my family or my friends, or a partner. It’s just a sad time.”

“You’re sad cos of fucking capitalistic dream?” Pain flashed through her eyes and he regretted his words immediately, moving his hand from her jaw to her cheek. He tenderly brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. “You’re not alone this year. I promise, baby, it’ll be the best stupid Christmas of your life.” He dipped his head to capture her lips with his and she melted against him. The kiss said everything that Nathan couldn’t put into words.

“I know it’s different now, Nathan. But right now it still sucks.” Thalia mumbled, pulling away. He pressed kisses to her jaw, nodding.

“You should’ve told me, dove.” Thalia sighed. “I’m not mad. I just want to make sure you’re happy.” He reminded her. “And I’ll do anything to make sure you are. Want me to cancel Christmas?” Thalia chuckled, shaking her head, and his heart almost burst from relief at the sight of her smiling. “You sure? Three phone calls and it’s done.”

“It’s okay. Thanks Nathan…” she paused, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You really don’t like Nate?” He grimaced, scrunching his nose up. Thalia laughed, putting her hands up in surrender.

[my-secret-shame]

🔮? (also, just wanted to say that this whole idea is so fricking cute <3)

Ahhhhhh, thank you! You're too kind!

🔮THE FATES HAVE DECIDED🔮

Your soulmate is: Nathan Bateman

And you met: repair shop

I’ve just had a little talk with the Fates, and they’re telling me this: 

“Look, I don’t plan on being stick in the middle of butt-fuck-nowhere, for a second longer than I need to.” The man’s voice pulled you out of the magazine you were glancing through while you were waiting for your tire to get changed. 

“I’ve told you, Sir,” the guy behind the counter shrugged. “We don’t have the parts, won’t have them until tomorrow at the earliest.”

“I need-”

“What you want and what you need aren’t gonna get those parts here. I don’t know what to tell you.”

The man, close shaven head, glasses, beard, quite handsome looking despite the obvious flaws in his personality, opened his mouth but the mechanic didn’t let him get another word in.

“I know you got places to be, we all do. If you're not local, it’s obvious you're passing through. If you're such a big shot, why don’t you get your helicopter to come pick you up?” 

Despite the obvious sarcasm, the man answered through gritted teeth. “The dust storm.”

“Of course.” The mechanic narrowed his eyes at him and walked back into the main shop. 

The man looked down, hands on hips, shaking his head, just as another mechanic came in through the side door. “All done!” He gave you a smile as he handed you your keys, you’d paid up front - cash. “Have a good day!”

“Thank you, you too.” You took the keys and stood, leaving the tattered magazine on your seat and grabbing your bag from the floor. 

“Excuse me,” the bearded man approached you. “Where are you headed?” 

You frowned at him.

“Look, if you’re local, I’ll buy your car from you, I’ll pay-”

“Car’s not for sale.” 

“I can trade, I’ll pay for the work on my car, it’s a-”

“Not interested.” 

He was getting increasingly frustrated. It suited him in an odd way, he blinked a lot like he was trying to process that you had said ‘no’ to him. 

“I need-”

“I’m not local,” you slung your bag over your shoulder. “Just blew a tire. I’m heading east, need to get in front of the storm.”

His eyes lit up. “I’m heading east.”

You stared at him, trying to hide your small smile. “So?”

“So- I-” He’s tumbling over his words in annoyance. 

“You want me to give you a lift?”

“Well-”

“Yes or no?”

“Can you stop cutting me off?”

You pause an extra second to let the beat of silence hang. “No.”

He rolls his eyes and you grin.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He blinks heavily again, “I’m-”

“Come on, tell me your name, and let’s go.” You turn on your heels and head out of the door, making him rush to catch up with you.

Thank you so much! - sorry for the delay! I have an inner & middle ear infection at the moment that is kicking my butt.

My Secret Shame's Little Party

[fantasyqueen502]

Madam Persephone 

Summary: Drabble, Before the events of Ex-Machina, Nathan Bateman sets up an appointment with his favorite dominatrix. 

Rated: R

For mature audiences obviously. (BDSM, Dominatrix, etc.)

Relationship: Nathan Bateman x female OC

"You have called the Garden of Eden where you live out your desires. This is mistress Lilith, how may I be of pleasure." Lips outlined in ink pulled into a smile. "My apologies Mr. Bateman, Madam Persephone is delivering blessings at the moment." She informs with a point of sympathy. "I'll see what I can do sir, please hold."

Nine inch pumps click-clack against the tile of the establishment. Her leather white catsuit glowed in the light entering a room where the strikes and moans were coming from. A woman clad in nothing but a silk purple robe that was useless at staying on her shoulders leaving most of her collarbone and upper arms bare.

"Yes, Mistress Lilith." She exhales giving her colleague her full attention.

"Someone's asking to speak with you."

"Tell them they will have to wait like everyone else. And if they're good maybe a spot opens up." She recites fingers dancing over a table of assortments. "Since you've been such a good boy, Georgie. We're graduating to the big flogger!” she squeals. “What do you think about that?” she giggles.

"I'm elated, Mistress." the naked man trembles on his hands and knees.

Mistress Lilith swallows her pride walking over to the Madam "It's from a Mr. Nathan Batmen." she whispered in her ear having a gut instinct that the information was valuable to include. The Madam freezes, lowering her arm flogger still in hand.

"George, you be a good boy for Mistress Lilith." She hands the woman the flogger, not leaving until Lilith gave the man a good four strikes.

Her silk robe fluttered behind her as she ventured to her office. Taking a seat on her desk lifting the phone to her ear.

"This is the garden of Eden, Madam Persephone speaking. How may I be of pleasure?"

"You won't believe how hard I am just from you saying those words."

She chuckles. "I'm flattered, but hurt seeing as your overdue for a visit. I'd hate to see my progress was all for not." She pouts.

"What would you say to a house visit?"

"I'm flexible."

"Literally or metaphorically. I know both to be true.

"Whichever you prefer?”

"I'll send a driver tomorrow at seven--"

"Nathan, have you forgotten your lessons?" She scolds.

"I'm sorry Mistress."

"Mistress what?"

"Mistress Persephone."

"You can send your driver at noon, and I'll bring my toys."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Such a good boy." She praises.

Crack of the whip sounds as stifled grunts and exclaims of pain bounced off the walls of Nathan's secluded home. Wrist tied above his head held just high enough to rest on his toes. Two red lines appeared on his back beginning to weep blood. A thin sheet of sweat coated him. Body trying to stand upright with his toes shaking from overuse. His head lulled forward.

"Six, Mistress." he breathes "Thank you, Mistress."

She whips his chest, a high pitched screech leaving his lips as a streak of red crossed his left nipple.

“Seven, Mistress.” His head back between his arms letting out a moan. “Thank you.”

Looping the crop around his neck pulling him flush against her black latex catsuit..

“What a wonderful sound.” she coos lips ghosting over his slacked jaw. “Let’s see you do it again.” yanking the crop that whipped his shoulders blades and back when she removed it.

[cocodiem]

AGHH, thank you so much, I love this♥️♥️

heyy <3

I’ve had this idea about a soft!Nathan Bateman fic and I realized you’re just the right person for it.

On tiktok I’ve seen these videos about this pet watching robot called "ebo" (that most couples have been using to annoy each other)

link

maybe the reader isn't at home but Nathan's busy tinkering away in his office and they pester him with the ebo. Or it's one of Nathan's new projects he's testing and the reader just finds it so humorous. Whatever direction you wanna go in🫶🏾

Ahhhh thank you so much for this ask! ❤️ Oh my goodness, I had such a lovely time writing this! ❤️

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I can only write soft Nathan because I’m a big softie and am WEAK for this man.

Ebo

Nathan Bateman X GN!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged? | request info

Warnings: Typos! Railroad sentences! Soft!Nathan being a big old lovey dovey softie! Please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 983

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“Hey, hey, Nathan, hey,” you purposefully move the ebo into his ankle when he doesn’t look down straight away. “Bateman, hey, hey, hey.”

He tuts and looks down, unimpressed. “Can I help you?” He’s hunched over his desk, sitting at what should be the most uncomfortable angle possible as he types. 

“You haven’t eaten in: six hours.” You put on your very best robot voice. 

“I’ve eaten.”

You tut. “You’re a bad liar.”

“That’s not fair, I’m a great liar.” Nathan picks up the little ebo robot and the live camera feed on your screen goes all wobbly for a second. He carefully puts it on the desk next to him and carries on working. 

You snort and make the robot spin in tight little circles. “You need to eat, you know.” 

Nathan sighs dramatically before looking at you, and you can’t help but laugh at his expression. 

“I never should have got you this, you know.” 

You fake outrage. “What could you possibly mean?

He scowls and then to your absolute amusement pokes his tongue out at you before continuing to type.

A small smile spreads on his face as he hears you laugh through the ebo.

Over your time together he’s grown a lot more playful, far more willing to do silly things just to amuse you, your happiness being the highest award he could get. 

You let him work for a few minutes (and actually do some typing yourself) before you start up again. 

“Nathan Bateman, I have detected an error in your system.” You speak in the over the top robotic voice again, while gently ramming the ebo into his arm. “Your energy levels are: looooow. Please ingest sustenance immediately. Or you will: Power Down.”

He pulls a face at you over the top of his glasses. “I’ll put you in a drawer.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

He pauses for a moment, starting at the little robot before he grabs hold of it. 

“Nathan!” 

There is a split second where you are sure he’s going to follow through and do exactly that, but instead he stands up and walks out of the room, holding the ebo in his hands as if it was a pet. 

He makes sure the camera is facing outwards so that you can see where you’re going as he makes the short journey to the kitchen. 

“I can roll you know,” you say teasingly.

“I don’t trust your driving.” Nathan replies, completely deadpan. 

“What? You don’t trust my driving?” 

“Nope.”

“Well, I don’t trust your driving.”

He scoffs. “I can drive better than you.”

“When was the last time you drove and weren’t driven, Bateman?” 

There is a slight pause, but it’s enough. 

“That’s not the point.” He says at the exact same time you speak: “Ha! See!”

You can hear him laugh, the screen shakes ever so slightly in his hands. 

Once he’s in the kitchen he puts the ebo onto the large countertop. 

“Put me on the floor.” 

He gives you another look over his glasses. “I’m not letting you run into my ankles again.” 

“Meanie.” 

He turns away from you, pretending to look in a cupboard, but you can see his shoulders shake a little as he laughs. 

“How is your work going?” You ask as he chops onion and garlic on the countertop next to you. 

“Hmm, okay, I think I’ve found the main error in the code.” 

It’s a little thing, him cooking. But it means a lot. You know normally he wouldn’t bother, when you’re away his eating habits (and schedule) tend to go out of the window. When you’re there he’s usually the one reminding you to eat. Nathan is surprisingly good at caring for people who aren’t himself. 

You know why he’s cooking now and not later; your time difference means that it will be the middle of the night when he should be eating dinner. He’d rather eat with you than alone.

You chat as he cooks, mainly asking him about his work. You purposefully avoid talking about the conference your attending. Even when Nathan asks, you brush it off with a quick ‘it’s okay’. 

You’ll tell him in detail when you get back. When you can annoy him, lovingly, with kisses in between your sentences. When you don’t have to pretend you can’t see that sad look in his soft brown eyes because you’re not there. 

That’s probably the worst part. The fact that he is trying his best to hide how the distance between you affects him. But it’s still written all over his face. 

He stirs the sauce on the hob, taking a teaspoon from a side drawer and tasting it. He hums for a second before adding a little more salt. 

“Hey, I want a taste.” 

Nathan turns to look at the ebo. You think he’s going to say something sarcastic but instead he gets out a new teaspoon (which makes you laugh) and dips it into the sauce. 

He blows on it, holding his other hand underneath so that it doesn’t drip. Steam floats up in rolling waves and his glasses fog up ever so slightly. Before he brings it over to the ebo. 

He holds it in front carefully and you move forward slowly, pretending to take a bit. 

“Hmmm! Tastes good!”

Nathan laughs. And playfully calls you an idiot. 

When he serves up his food, he moves the ebo from the countertop to the table, you do a double take and are very glad that Nathan can’t see you. 

He’s set a mini place next to him, with a tiny side plate of food. He doesn’t say anything, but you can see him glancing at you from under his eyelashes. 

You make the ebo spin around in a circle before moving closer to your plate and making an exaggerated ‘yum’.

Nathan laughs loudly, it’s the best sound in the world.

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[faretheeoscar]

(143)

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x gn!reader

--Warnings: Nothing more than Nathan being a pain in the ass and some sexual innuendos, fluff by Nathan standards--

Also this drabble is so very nerdish from my part, it started as a blurb in my head when I started learning coding lol

A/N: English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there’s any mistakes.

Word count: 600~

Dividers source: animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Blue is reader

Green is Nathan

#include <iostream>

int main() {

    std::cout << "// You work so fucking hard. Lunch?"

    std::cout << "// Nathan, seriously? You hacked into my work just to ask me out?"

    std::cout << "// Not hacking if it's my own software"

    std::cout << "// Whatever, I’m busy" << std::endl;

changeText.addEventListener("click", function() {

  changeText.textContent = "Text has been changed!";

});

    std::cout << "// Come on!"

changeText.addEventListener("click", function() {

 override

changeText.addEventListener("click", function() {

  changeText.textContent = "Text has been changed!";

});

    std::cout << "// Nathan, STOP disrupting my work, please?"

    std::cout << "// I will stop if you have lunch with me"

    std::cout << "// Not gonna even entertain you, I have a lot of things to work on and I have to finish them quickly"

    std::cout << "// You need to stop being so stubborn btw... you’re too tense... you’re gonna have an aneurysm or something if you don’t take a break...and have lunch with me?"

    std::cout << "// NO, let-me-work!!" << std::endl;

    std::cout << "C:\\Users\\Bluebook\\Documents> del \"code_file.txt\"" << std::endl;

    std::cout << "Are you sure (Y/N)?" << std::endl;

    std::cout << "Y:" << std::endl;

    std::cout << "C:\\Users\\Bluebook\\Documents> del \"code_file.txt\" Successfully deleted"

    std::cout << "// DID YOU SERIOUSLY DELETED ALL MY WORK OUT OF SPITE?"

    std::cout << "// Not spite, you needed a break. Now you have one."

    std::cout << "// Unbelievable"

    std::cout << "// Now, lunch?"

    std::cout << "// No, fuck you"

    std::cout << "// Tempting..."

    std::cout << "// ..."

    std::cout << "// 0——->"

.

.

.

   std::cout << "// That was a dick btw"

    std::cout << "// I’m actually quitting now for real…"

    std::cout << "// Like hell you are…"

    std::cout << "// Come on, don't be so sensitive, Jesus Christ" ;

    std::cout << "// You just deleted all my week’s worth job .l. "

    std::cout << "// Stop moping about it, I have a backup"

    std::cout << "// Then restore it" << std::endl;

    std::cout << "// Not until you have lunch with me."

    std::cout << "// I'm calling the chopper and packing my things…"

    std::cout << "// WAIT, fine! I’ll reinstate the code… you big baby."

    std::cout << "// I was just joking, ffs" << std::endl;

 

   std::cout << "C:\\Windows\\System32\\Bluebook\\Documents> rstrui.exe" << std::endl;

    std::cout << "Files successfully restored"

    std::cout << "// Happy now?"

    std::cout << "// Asshole."

    std::cout << "// Is that an invite or a statement?"

    std::cout << "// Take a wild guess."

    std::cout << "// Worth the try…"

    std::cout << "// Now, are we done with your temper tantrum? Can we eat now?"

    std::cout << "// I can’t stand you..."

    std::cout << "// So is that code for Italian or sushi?"

    std::cout << "// Sushi..."

    std::cout << "// I'll tell the droids to start preparing it then"

    std::cout << "// Okay, I’ll be down in 5 minutes just don't fuck with my work again?"

    std::cout << "// I promise, but only if you let me fuck with something else later ;)"

    std::cout << "// Fine…"

    std::cout << "// Can you indulge me in something else?"

    std::cout << "// You’re really testing me here"

    std::cout << "// For science?"

    std::cout << "// Be the sushi table?"

    std::cout << "// I’ll go get undressed…"

    std::cout << "// Fuck yeah! (143) <3 ."

    std::cout << "// I love you too" << std::endl;

    std::cout << "C:\\Windows\\System32\\Bluebook\\Documents> Save" << std::endl;

    return 0;

}

143 in coding means “I love you” btw <3

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pairing: nathan bateman x reader

warnings: mentions of sex and sex machines, no smut tho lol

a/n: ask and you shall receive, nonnie. also this is way more than five sentences but it’s my first nathan drabble so here ya go!

“So…?”

“So?”

“So… what do ya think?”

Nathan flops down beside you as your mind wraps around the gift he’d planted at the foot of the bed.

Of course, you know exactly what it is. Your mind has temporarily short-circuited since your fuck buddy decided to build (and personalize?) this for you solely because he’ll be at a tech convention for two weeks, and three days ago, drunk-you had slipped out how much you were going to miss him.

“I-I can’t believe you made me a fucking sex machine.”

He grins smugly at your reaction, folding his arms behind his head against the pillows. “I’m still waiting to hear a ‘thank you.’”

You don’t indulge him. Not yet, anyway. You crawl to where the machine is to study its features closely. It looks like any other ordinary machine you could buy at an online sex shop. According to Nathan, you can control the speed of the motor with just a touch of the remote, adjust the angle of the thruster easily for a multitude of positions to try, and for some reason it has Bluetooth capabilities. Neat!

The cherry on top of this machine, however, is the silicone cock attachment to it. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you unscrew the fake, realistically flesh-colored dick from the device. The length, girth, and ridges of it are all too familiar to you, and when you finally realize what Nathan meant by personalized, he’s peering at you through his wire glasses with a smirk.

“Is this—”

“A perfectly casted mold of my cock for you to pleasure yourself with in my absence? Why, yes. Yes, it is.”

“You’re gone for two weeks, not two years,” you remind him, raising a brow.

Nathan sits up straight and runs a hand through his thick beard. “And? You can’t go two weeks long without sex.”

“Me?” You scoff incredulously. “Bateman, you can’t even last a day without stuffing your cock inside me.”

“Can you just say thank you and accept my gift so I can tell you one last thing about our very own fuck machine?.”

You roll your eyes and toss the dildo at Nathan, which he catches with ease. “Our?”

“Yeah, our,” he repeats as he scoots closer to the apparatus and screws back on the artificial cock. “Don’t think for a sec that you’re the only one who’s gonna have fun with this.”

“What do you mean? Are you gonna fuck yourself with it too when you get home?”

Nathan shakes his head, pulling out his phone from his pocket. You watch as he opens up an app on the screen, and that’s when it clicks.

A gentle whirring begins to sound as the fuck machine operates to thrust into the air.

“Not only can I control everything from this app, but it’ll also let me watch you from the built-in camera I’ve installed right there, which will make phone sex a hundred times better. Cool, right?”

You don’t reply right away. You’re stunned that Nathan managed to draft and assemble all of this in just three days. He may be an asshole most of the time, but god, this man’s brain is astoundingly brilliant, and it leaves you gaping in awe.

“We’re gonna test it before you leave in the morning, aren’t we?” You ask him, already knowing the answer as he reaches for your pajama bottoms and hastily slides them off your legs.

“Damn right we are.”

“Good,” you add as you lay on your back with Nathan prepping you himself for the machine. “Oh, and by the way, thank you.”

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I'm fine

0.9k | Nathan Bateman x reader | drabble

no warnings, just Nathan being Nathan inspired by this post by @h4untedsp3ctor 🖤

You’re still fuming from the argument.

Actually, no. Scratch that. You were fuming, but now it’s slowly morphing into an irritated simmer. It’s been about an hour since you stormed off to cool down, and you’re not ready to make peace yet.

At least, you think you’re not.

You hear footsteps approaching. Nathan’s footsteps. Of course, you think. This is his favorite part of every fight—the dramatic entrance, the flourish. And there it is, right on schedule.

Nathan rounds the corner, wearing that shirt again.

White, crisp, with a bright red bloodstain smeared dramatically over the chest. Above it, in bold black letters: I’m fine.

Because of course, Nathan’s idea of an apology isn’t actually apologizing. No, it’s to be as Nathan as possible. Like wearing a shirt that reminds you of the fact that, oh yeah, he survived a murderous AI.

You can’t help it—the second you see it, your lips twitch against your will. You fight to keep your face stern, but Nathan’s doing that thing where he stands like a model in a cheap cologne ad, arms crossed, hip cocked, giving you his most exaggerated pout.

You stare at him, eyebrow arched. “Seriously?”

Nathan glances down at his chest, pretending he’s just noticed. “Oh, this? Yeah. Almost forgot I was wearing it.”

You fold your arms, but the corner of your mouth twitches. You’re determined not to let him win, but that shirt is so damn stupid.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you mutter, trying to ignore the rising amusement in your chest.

Nathan raises an eyebrow, pretending to be hurt. “Oh, so now you’re attacking the shirt? I thought you’d at least come for my feelings first.”

You roll your eyes. “Nathan, we had a serious argument about a serious issue. Can you not be ridiculous for five minutes?”

He looks down at his shirt, then back at you, deadpan. “This is how I express myself, okay? My feelings? On my chest? Very clearly marked. Literally bleeding heart here.”

You try to hold onto your anger, you really do. But he’s standing there, looking so absurd with that fake bloodstain that you can feel your defenses crumbling. “You wear that every time we fight. It’s getting old.”

“Wow.” He presses a hand to his chest, right over the bloodstain. “You really know how to twist the knife, don’t you? Here I am, freshly wounded, barely surviving, and you’re saying I don’t even bleed in an interesting way anymore?”

“Wounded?” You snort, crossing your arms. “Last I checked, you’re the one who survived a literal robot stabbing. Pretty sure your feelings are fine.”

“Oh, they’re not fine,” he counters, stepping closer. “Hence the shirt. You hurt me, deeply.” He taps the stain for emphasis. “Emotionally. Spiritually. Metaphorically.”

You narrow your eyes at him, trying desperately to stay serious, but his deadpan delivery is getting to you. No, you tell yourself. You’re mad. Stay mad. This man is insufferable.

“Nathan…”

“And maybe,” he continues dramatically, “just maybe… physically.”

You’re biting your lip now, trying not to laugh. You shouldn’t laugh. You are mad at him. You are really mad at him, but somehow, this man has managed to derail every serious argument you’ve ever had with sheer absurdity.

He sees the crack in your resolve and steps closer, tilting his head slightly like he’s studying you. “You know, Ava didn’t stab me this hard,” he says, voice dropping into mock seriousness.

“Stop,” you mutter, turning away to hide the smile threatening to break through.

“Really,” he insists, circling around you, still talking. “Her knife had a clean exit. This?” He motions toward the shirt. “This cut runs deep.”

You groan, covering your face with your hands. “Nathan, you’re impossible.”

He steps closer, nudging your shoulder lightly. “You know, Ava stabbed me right here.” He taps the bloodstain on the shirt like it’s a merit badge. “I mean, this exact spot. Almost poetic, don’t you think?”

You look up at him through your fingers. “Poetic?”

“Yeah.” He’s fully leaning into it now. “The shirt, the fight, the fact that we’re both alive and kicking…well, I’m alive. You didn’t get stabbed by your own robot creation, so I guess you’ve got that going for you.”

You’re trying so hard not to crack a smile, but it’s a losing battle. “You’re such an ass.”

“And yet,” he says, standing in front of you again, “here you are. Still with me. Still making me bleed, but somehow…” He leans in with a smirk. “…I’m fine.”

Your hands drop from your face, and you can’t hold it back anymore—you laugh. It starts as a small chuckle, but once you see the ridiculously triumphant grin on Nathan’s face, it grows into full-on laughter. “Oh my god, you’re an idiot.”

He takes a little bow. “I prefer ‘brave survivor’, but I’ll take what I can get.”

You shake your head, half-exasperated, half-amused. “We’re supposed to be mad at each other.”

Nathan grins wider. “Hey, you’re the one who hurt my delicate, fragile heart. This shirt’s just here to remind you.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it.” He winks, then pulls you into a light hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. “C’mon, admit it. You can’t stay mad at me when I’m bleeding all over the place.”

You laugh against his shoulder. “You’re lucky that shirt’s so stupid.”

“I love you, too.” He pulls back, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

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if your reqs are open, could i ask how you think nathan would be with a hoh reader?🥺 thank you🫶

OH. 🥺 i actually had quite a bit of fun with this, thank you so much for sending this in lovely <3

his stages of grief are out of order. and out of line, really, considering he doesn't have any reason or right to be grieving your hearing. you've made peace with it, after all, but it takes him a while to do so.

it starts with anger, although nathan is more outraged at himself than at you. whether you were born hard of hearing or you have a degenerative disorder, it makes him grumpy at first. all he wants to do is be his usual grumbly mumbly self but he can't. he has to speak clearly, loudly, with efficiency, and when he uses his whole chest most of the things he says sound stupid. how can he complain out loud about the paper cut on his finger and how much it hurts to tweet when it sounds so dumb and trivial? he's not mad at you, never at you, but at how silly he feels all of a sudden because his first world problems sound so cringey when spoken so loudly.

then comes the denial. it's over quickly once he becomes aware of how gross and ableist it is, but it rears its ugly head for a few days nonetheless. are you really as deaf as you claim to be? if he lowers his voice a little bit, can he catch you off guard? surely you have to slip up eventually.

this thought process comes with a dollop of depression. are you pretending just because you don't want to listen to him? because you don't like talking to him? he spirals dangerously for a day or so until he realizes he can run tests and shit.

here comes the bargaining. he has your results laid out in front of him on his desk with you next to him, smirking at him because it's really kind of adorable how much he cares.

he's smart. smart is an understatement, really. he's a god, and a god should be able to bring your hearing back, right? he's sure that if he can get you hearing properly again--fix you--you'll have to love him forever. right?

and then comes the acceptance--the realization that there's nothing to fix. that you're perfect the way you are, and he doesn't mind accommodating your hearing. it's helped him, after all; not only to gain a new perspective, but to check his own privilege in more ways than one. no more grumbling about how his truffle coffee gets too hot when it's fresh or anything of the like. no more denying how much he likes having you around.

and the thing about being so smart is that it makes him thoughtful. he doesn't have to ask how he can help, how he can make your life easier, he just does it.

he sets every tv in the compound to have subtitles, just in case you want to watch a movie. he installs flashing light smoke detectors because he's been known to burn eggs on occasion. he puts hearing aid docks in every room in case you need a charge. he makes your life easier than it even needs to be, really, because that's just who he is. nathan "acts of service" bateman loves you the way you are, and it shows.

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