#nathan fielder fic

[nathanknowsitall]

Company

Summary: Nathan and you are strangers who end up sharing a hotel room together.

You were checking in way later than you had planned after your flight was canceled, postponed, and every other type of scheduling change that could happen to it did after a storm had disrupted your path.

It was 2 in the morning and you felt utterly miserable as you tiredly dragged your luggage through the lobby of the nice hotel that you were supposed to be sleeping in tonight. Emphasis on supposed to.

Because as soon as you approached the front desk, the concierge tells you that there are no rooms available for tonight.

"I have a reservation for tonight though."

The concierge doesn't even flinch as they repeat the same thing over about there being no rooms.

You pull out your phone and show them your booking.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we must've made a mistake on our end. All of our rooms are filled." The concierge finally motions to the computer, "But I will definitively check your reservations for the rest of the week and comp you for tomorrow."

As they calmly explain this to you, you can feel a part of yourself dying, but you try to remain calm as you look at another customer passing through the lobby.

"Do you know another place I can stay at tonight then?", you ask, yawning your way through your request.

This is when the concierge stiffens and becomes awkward. "Umm...once again, I am sorry for the inconvenience, but I fear there are no other rooms in the area. You know, with the storm and all."

You wanted to cry and scream and throw a tantrum on the floor like you were young again, but you held it together.

"Okay, do you mind if I stay in the lobby then?", you inquired as kindly as you could.

"Sure...", the concierge said unsurely. "Let me just ask my manager really quick," they said as they bolted off towards another room.

You were sure there was some more depressing news awaiting you as you stood there alone in the lobby. Actually, not alone.

"Hi...", the hotel guest you had seen earlier said carefully as he approached you. If you had the mental capacity, you would've said something like, "I don't bite", to ease the obvious tension that he was feeling, but alas, you didn't. Actually, you didn't say anything at all, but he continued nonetheless.

"Umm...I may have overheard your situation when I was passing through and I was wondering if maybe you'd be interested in sharing my room? My manager always books me a room with two beds for me and my two cats, but, if you need it, it's free."

The relief that flooded through you at the offer almost made you cry.

"If it's not too much trouble?", you countered, giving him an out if he needed one.

He smiled kindly back at you. He had an awfully nice smile. A nice smile to compliment a nice man. Fitting.

"No trouble at all. If you're allergic to cats, I have some allergy pills if you need them and I have some cages that they can sleep in."

You laughed impolitely, "You're allergic to cats but you have two of them?"

He blushed, "Oh, no, I'm not allergic, but some of the people I work with are, so I keep them handy."

You genuinely smiled. He actually seemed like a nice guy. A nice looking guy. A nice behaving guy. Maybe it was just that time of night where you were getting so delirious that you were attracted to anything nice a person did, but you could already feel yourself falling in love with this guy. Your crude thoughts were interrupted by the concierge coming back.

"Unfortunately, our manager doesn't want anyone-oh, what do you need, sir?", the concierge said as they turned their attention from you to the man.

"Oh, nothing. But this-what is your name?", he asked you.

"Y/N L/N."

"Y/N L/N is going to be staying in my second bed."

The concierge looked at you concerned, but then shrugged their shoulders.

"Okay, I'll just update Mr. Fielder's room information and you can go. Have a nice night you two."

You rolled your eyes at the way the concierge's tone had made it sound like there was something romantic was going on, because there wasn't. But a tiny part of you sure hoped there would be.

Notes: Hi! I know I haven't posted in a long time, but here is a little blurb for an idea that I had for Nathan Fielder. I just caught up with "The Curse" today and felt motivated to post about him. Let me know what you think! Bye! <3

[crowwithinternetaccess]

Intro Post :>

Hello! This account used to be dedicated to my long furby, Flashlight, but I abandoned it and have since returned to Tumlr just wanting a place to post whatever.

I have a tiktok and an instagram (both under the username pigeonpawz) where I post art, and I *may* post art here, but that's kinda unlikely since I already have accounts for that elsewhere.

About Me:

-I'm an artist and animator! I wanna be an animator/writer when I graduate (kinda like Alex Hirsch!) Wish me luck LMAO (probably gonna end up living under a bridge with the way the industry's looking rn 💀)

-I am a furry and a therian (Crow and questioning another theriotype, this one's either a canine or feline of some sort). My fursona is a pigeon/griffin named Pidge.

-I have 2 long furbies now! I'm still very much into furbies and I only stopped posting about them because there's only so much I can post about with them. The second one was made by theoddbody on Etsy and is Frutiger Aero themed! I love both of my furbies very much (and have been thinking about fixing up Flashlight, as I made a few mistakes while making them).

Anyways uhhh idrk what I'll post. Sorry if you followed me for furby stuff bc I won't post much about that anymore. I'll leave up my old posts tho.

DNI

-furry and therian haters fuck off

-proship supporters

-misogynists, homophobes, transphobes, racists, and whatever other fuckass forms of bigotry yall invented

-anyone trying to sell me shit

Fandoms I'm in:

Bojack Horseman, Moral Orel, House M.D., Gravity Falls, Warrior Cats, anything made by Nathan Fielder, Smiling Friends (PLZ INTERACT WITH ME IF UR A FAN OF THESE :3)

Shit I like but idk if it has a fandom/i don't rlly interact with the fandom:

Books: Crime and Punishment (Fydor... uhhh i cant spell his last name), Misery, The Shining, The Stand (Stephen King), Cider House Rules, The World According to Garp, A Prayer for Owen Meany (John Irving), A Doll's House (Henrik Ibsen), Watership Down (Richard Adams)

TV Shows and Series: Inside Job, Hilda, Maniac, End of the Fucking World, I Am Not Okay With This, Tear Along the Dotted Line, This World Can't Tear Me Down, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, You, The Good Place, F is For Family, Centaurworld, Sex Education, Sweet Tooth, Baby Reindeer (watched those on Netflix), Clarence, Rick and Morty, Barry, Regular Show, South Park, How To With John Wilson (watched on HBO Max), Daria, and Bluey :3

Movies: Detachment, Rango, Rio (but NOT Rio 2 all my homies hate Rio 2), Arlo the Alligator Boy, Whiplash, Jumanji (1995), O Brother, Where Art Thou, The Banshees of Inishirin

Games: Omori, Class of '09, Cattails, Path of Titans, Mincraft, Webkinz, Rayman Origins, Rayman Legends, Sims 4, Minecraft

goddamn i like a lot of tv shows

Here's my ao3 (currently only have 2 fics on there but I'm not the most motivated writer :')

[socialmediasocrates]

i can't believe i'm writing fo4 fic in this the year of our lord 2024

if you're here for the bg3 fic it's on its way i promise

transcript under the cut

first screenshot:

every day, filomena woke up at five in the morning to catch the casualty lists on the news.

they rolled twice a day, at five in the morning and five in the evening, and she sat on the couch watching, nursing a cup of coffee and a cigarette. there were ten nathans on the list that morning; two of the last names looked familiar, both of them nearly gave her a premature heart attack. nathan farrier, nathan feltman, nathan fielder. she finally released the breath she’d been holding. nathan fasciani never showed up. twelve more hours of planning a wedding instead of a funeral. then she’d watch the five pm news, and the clock would reset. this was the rhythm of life while he was off fighting in alaska. twelve hour cycles hoping the name fasciani never showed up, a mounting sense of dread bitter in the back of her throat in between.

(that last name did appear, eventually, but it wasn’t nate. it was his brother, gianni. killed by chinese door gunners on a vertibird run over the position where his unit had dug in, body never recovered. they buried an empty coffin. nate’s parents aged a decade in a week. there would be an empty chair with a smartly folded american flag and a photo sitting in it for gianni at the wedding.

god, was it ever worth it?)

second screenshot:

“so, at the very bottom of hell, there’s this huge lake, right? and lucifer’s in the middle of the lake, frozen from the waist down-”

“the devil’s a popsicle?”

“no, he’s the ultimate sinner, trapped in a prison that he’s constantly refreshing by beating his wings, which are attached to his chin, by the way-”

“the devil’s a winged popsicle?”

“you’re the worst.” she readjusted the phone, cradled between her shoulder and the side of her head, as it began to slip.

“i’m the worst? dante made the devil a wing-chinned popsicle.” even his laugh sounded tired, but there he was. laughing. his mom always said he’d be laughing when the bombs dropped, and part of filomena hoped he would. the world always seemed less big and scary when nate was laughing at it.

“he’s only half a popsicle, the top of him isn’t frozen. he’s got three faces, and he’s chewing on judas iscariot, brutus-”

“-of et tu, brute fame?”

“-yeah, that one, and also his brother-in-law gaius cassius longinus, i guess he was also big into the stabbing caesar thing-”

“-damn, can’t trust anyone in the roman senate-”

“-you can’t trust anyone in the american senate, either; it’s not like they’ve changed much.”

and there he went, laughing again. she stopped working on her paper for a moment to just listen and pretend he was sitting next to her, his chin hooked over her shoulder, reading it as she wrote it, making running commentary on the poem.

“i miss doing homework with you,” she admitted, softly like saying it quietly enough would trap the admission in the moment, make it private even though she was sitting at her desk in a dorm room she shared with two other young women.

“i miss you, i don’t know about the homework.” and then a shift. voice lower, “i don’t suppose you’d appreciate me asking you to worry less.”

“it’s not about appreciating the sentiment, so much as it’s just impossible. you’re in anchorage. i’m going to worry.”

“i know. but it’ll be okay, cross my heart. i’ll be back for the wedding by june.”

he was not back for the wedding by june. it happened in mid-august, a week before his birthday.

[galaxycunt]

Thanks for the tag @gingernut1314

Figured this was a good way to introduce myself since I have new followers so hehehe be my friend don’t be shy I love yapping

Last song: dream house- deafheaven (yes I’m listening to sunbather I’m a nerd 😔)

Favorite color: pink but I have a lot of things in pastel purple lmao bring back pastel goth fr

Last movie/Tv show: I’m grinding thru one piece but I watched the curse the other day and nathan fielder you done it again

Sweet/spicy/savory: sweet. I’m the dessert guy on thanksgiving I’m making pecan pie (something Evans fam never had which is like ?? Im not that southern am I??) and cranberry sauce. I have extra cranberries so I’m either gonna make sweet tamales with them or do a cranberry tart idk yet

Relationship status: been with Evan for 6 years this Jan, married for 3 😎 it’s sweet and cringe I know but all my fics take inspo from our relationship even the stupid bad parts bc I’m sorry guys online is my diary lmaoooo

Last thing I googled: what happens next, which is a webcomic about a guy who helped his friend who killed his girlfriend when they were teens and what happens after he gets released and basically what he has to do with his life now

Current Obsession: one piece 😔 the guy I’m the assistant to at work is also super into now so literally we spend half our daily meetings just talking about it bc I’m almost caught up with him lmaoo im getting paid to obsess about one piece

I do have hobbies tho I swear I’m getting back to ceramics bc I bought clay and tools for a class awhile ago and I was depressed so I bailed on the class so I figured I can just use the studio space to mess around and see if I can just do that instead of learning

[wrrrenff]

BTW!

Requests are open so feel free to ask for some headcannons, imagines, fics, etc.

Some of what I like to write about include (but are not limited to):

mystic messenger

obey me: shall we date/nightbringer

stardew valley

mario brothers universe

ouran high school host club

attack on titan

black butler

nathan fielder

I can't think of more rn but tbh I will write for anything. I mean, I've even got a Boo Berry x F! Reader coming in a day of 2 from my ao3. So really, feel free to ask for any character/person!!

[kaleuh]

(this is chainmail, no pressure!!) If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog. 💜💜

Oooo fun!! it's been a bit since I've done an ask game!!

I am working on a fic of mine and my boyfriend's characters for my NaNoWriMo this year heheh

I am currently OBSESSED with The Curse by Nathan Fielder, it is so fucking incredible and everyone should watch the first episode right now

I'm going to become an Aunt next month!!

[k8fics]

begging for more Nathan Fielder fics

i’m boycotting until he gives us more content

[blackkewpie]

tomgreg fic but the whole time i am imagining them as nathan fielder and the private investigator

[dilfdisease]

i was curious and

[silverdoe]

Tag Nine People You Want To Get To Know Better

Favorite color: Champagne & light blue.

Currently reading: Going through Jennette McCurdy's memoir I'm Glad My Mom Died, which has been such a heartbreaking read, been struggling with Dave Grohl's memoir too, The Storyteller (Not because it's bad! Sometimes my brain just refuses to read things I want to read; colloquially called a fucking reading slump). Want to read Lenny Bruce's book, How to Talk Dirty and Influence People (Would that one be considered a memoir? I don't know! There's a pattern at work here, though).

Last song: Forget About Me by Nick Leng, who I've only just discovered last night.

Last series: The Rehearsal. Not sure if Nathan Fielder should be in a Supermax prison or win a Nobel Prize.

Last movie: George Carlin’s American Dream, an excellent documentary on George Carlin's life and work, I recommend it 100%.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Definitely savory, can't really handle spice like the white person I am. Sweet foods makes me feel ill so I don't eat them often, unless it's a sweet drink.

Currently working on: An HP fic that's been percolating in my mind for years, hopefully I'll finish it soon...Besides that? Simply staring up at the ceiling in my room and waiting for life to start making sense.

This was nice! Was tagged by @phoebeprufrock and will be tagging: @sunking, @violetmagdalene, @hellomydanishsweetheart, @madame-karenina, @raspberrysloosh, @perfectlullabies, @twospiritsdancing, @magdalenas & @zindablake <3

[jonbutter]

Is there any nathan fielder self insert fics out there? I want to luv him in text form

You’re on your own pal

[k8fics]

nathan….

summary: headcanon of bf!nathan fielder bc i need him so bad

rating: PG-13 — a side of nsfw

- giggly gf who thinks her bf is funny x bf who gets blushy hearing her laugh

- when you start laughing at one of his silly little jokes, he just looks at you with a big smile on his face

- he’s just so proud of himself for making you laugh

- memorizes your orders just so he can surprise you with them

- literally adores you and would do anything for you

- which is kind of a problem at some points especially he’s doing things like tying your shoes

- it was a one-time thing but then it became a usual thing when your shoes became untied

- he would notice your shoe is untied, stop both of you in your tracks, bend down, pat his knee, and tie your shoe

- it’s a common occurrence now, you think it’s pretty endearing

- LOVES!!! HOLDING HANDS!! his hands do get sweaty tho (you don’t mind it ofc)

- would definitely smoosh his face into the crook of your neck

- eye contact is very important to him, especially when he goes down on you

- he’s definitely a giver (I JUST KNOW HE IS.)

- loves when you sit on his face…

- ANYWAYS

- SMILES WHILE KISSING!!!

- loves touching your hair; kissing, watching a movie, in the car.. he can’t get enough of it

- has a bunch of pictures and videos of you: stupid selfies of you guys, pictures of you doing daily tasks (cooking, reading a book, etc.), and A LOT of pictures of you playing with his cats

- he adores you with his cats

- wears your sweaters and vice versa

- the type of guy to put on a record and start dancing while inching closer to you

- he asks a lot of questions just bc he wants to hear you talk

- learns new magic tricks just to impress you, even though you’ve told him multiple times he doesn’t have to

- i think he’s more likely to talk it out rather than have an argument

- i feel like you would have to initiate a lot of things with him (not like there’s anything wrong with that)

- he’s a great listener, he could listen to you talk all-day

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okay this is short but NATHAN FIELDER REVOLUTION! NATHAN FIELDER STANS UNITE!

[k8fics]

ok but since nathan is a confirmed nine inch nails fan…can we get a fic based on the song closer 👀

Closer

summary: nathan fielder x reader (nathan’s pov) — based on closer

rating: R — just plot with porn, nathan is a little freak & reader’s kind of detached at first

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I know you told me not to, that you weren’t looking for anything too serious. But how do you expect me not to?

You let me touch you. You let me violate you. That’s all I can think about. You’re all I can think about.

(Help me) I broke apart my insides

(Help me) I’ve got no soul to sell

(Help me) The only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself

I’ll be honest; I had a little help meeting you. I practiced approaching you for a month after I saw you in that bar, that bar you go to every Friday night. You’d call me creepy if you knew that. That’s fine, I just wanted to be closer to you.

I went there every week just to make the slightest eye contact with you. Until the day you came up to me. Hips swaying, eyes sparkling under the dim lights, and your smile. Holy shit, your smile.

You stepped right in front of my legs, confidence practically oozing off of you. I opened my mouth to greet you but nothing came out. I probably looked like a dying fish, you didn’t seem to care though. God, please help me.

“Hi.” You said. All you said was ‘hi’ and I was about to fall onto my knees right there.

“Hey, I'm Nathan.” I responded quickly, throwing anything I learned in my ‘practice rounds’ out the window.

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

I bought us way too many drinks. Luckily, I was in the right mind to reject your sexual advances. You only got as far as sitting on my lap and kissing me before I had to stop your hand from going down my pants. I wanted it to be real, as real as it could be.

My rejection didn’t seem to stop you though, since you invited me over to your house a few nights later. After us texting every day that week, you had put your number on my phone without me even knowing (or remembering, one of the two).

I panicked. I didn’t know what to wear or if I was supposed to bring over something; flowers, wine, condoms? I had no idea. You were content with the 'all of the above' option.

I was very overdressed considering you were wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and me in a button-up and jeans. I might’ve stared at your legs for a little longer than expected but when my eyes met your face you didn’t seem to mind.

We talked and drank the wine I brought. We were only one glass in before you placed a hand on my leg. I glanced at the hand before looking at you again, this time you were a lot closer than you were before.

You smiled at me, “Is it okay if I touch you?” You said so softly I wouldn’t be able to hear you if I wasn’t focused on your lips.

“Yeah..” I said just as softly. I wanted you so bad. I needed you

Things escalated from there; hungry lips, clashing teeth, hands roaming each others bodies. I was slower than you were with your motions. But God, you were so good. I just pulled you closer to me, as much as I could anyway.

You pulled away from me, I leaned in. “Do you want me?” You asked.

“Yes.” I responded quickly, “I want you.” I kissed you before pulling back, “I want to feel you.” I was becoming desperate at this point.

My validation seemed to work since you went back to kissing me.

You can have my isolation

You can have the hate that it brings

You can have my absence of faith

You can have my everything

It’s like you knew me like the back of your hand. Like you studied me the way I studied you. The way you knew every button to press, every movement calculated.

I was starting to study you more and more. What you liked, what you disliked. The way your hole tightens when my nose hits your clit, how you lean into me when my hands reach your face.

We met up several times after our first meeting, and every time we would have sex. It didn’t matter where we were, you craved it. Though, I probably craved it more.

I will say fucking you on a dirty public sink wasn’t my favorite thing, but you enjoy it. I enjoy the feeling of you squeezing against me, the way you look while being fucked out of your mind, the way you beg when you need it. When you need me.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, “Please, Nathan. Please.” While my cock plunged into your heat, head resting on your shoulder, eyes focused on the scene before me.

I looked up from my position, “Do you want me?” I said, getting my desperation out in the open. You said ‘yes,’ practically grinding on my member. “How bad?” I asked.

You barely took a second to respond, “So bad, baby.” You said, hands reaching behind me to grab my hair. I love when you do that.

I kissed you roughly before breaking away. “Again,” I ordered. You hummed in response, too fucked out to understand a simple task. “Say it again, sweetheart. Say how bad you want me.”

(Help me) Tear down my reason

(Help me) It’s your sex I can smell

(Help me) You make me perfect

Help me become somebody else

You told me you didn’t want anything serious after another night in my bed. I asked if you wanted to stay over, it was late and you were already half asleep after the events that just transpired.

You told me about how you could barely keep a stable relationship. Yet somehow, it made you even more perfect. You shared this information while naked in my bed, playing with my fingers. I often wonder how you could be so perfect.

I’m starting to think you’re making me a better person. Maybe the sex was so good, it made me healthier physically and mentally. I told you I think we would be great together. You laughed but agreed.

Through every forest, above the trees

Within my stomach, scraped off my knees

I drink honey inside your hive

You are the reason to stay alive

My cargo pants moved across the floor as I kneeled in front of you. You tasted like honey, I was just the bear devouring it.

Your nails scratching my scalp as I lick your juices, I was enjoying your reaction. Although, I enjoy all your reactions. You loved the way I made you feel. Obsessed with it even.

We had been seeing each other for five months now. We had talked about being each other’s partners instead of each other’s fuck buddies, which was definitely an upgrade.

You came screaming my name. I looked up at you, smiling proudly as you try to catch your breath. You pulled me up to kiss me. You told me you loved you, our lips barely touching.

I love being closer to you.

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idk how to feel.. i’m literally beet red while writing this

[k8fics]

PLEASE write the nathan fielder fic i need it so bad

LOL I WILL!! i’ll probably start writing it this afternoon, i’ve decided to post it on here since i’m not very comfortable on wattpad.

thank you!!! first chapter coming out hopefully tomorrow! —ALSO— my requests are open, so please leave some suggestions or requests if you’d like ^_^