#nate jacobs drabble

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My other Nate fics. If you have the time.

No one seemed to like the cliffhanger, so here's a draft that I converted into a bonus chapter.

Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. Warnings : Dark. NSFW. Drugs. Contains brief explicit content. MDNI for this part alone. Closest thing to sm*t I've ever written (and will write).

Part 1 : Whiplash Part 2 : 9 Lives Part 3 : Blessed Part 4 : Shards Part 5 : Eighteen

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Nate had never been more pissed in his life. Ever. You'd blatantly disobeyed him. Well, not technically. No technically, you hadn't been told anything, but he'd have figured you weren't so dense as to go and visit Shane motherfucking Crestin in the motherfucking ER !

Honestly. It's like you had one braincell and all it told you was to piss him off.

And fuck him. He definitely saw that in your eyes the last time.

Or was that the molly?

Probably the molly.

But whatever. The fact was, you wanted to fuck him, and he wanted to fuck you, and he had no idea why you wanted him out of your life if that was the case. Wasn't that fate? Two people want something so bad, they should end up doing it, no? Not going and visiting the reason they couldn't do it in the ER.

Yeah, he decided.

Yes. They. Should.

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He'd figured you would avoid him like the plague, anyway. So he didn't care if it reached you or not that he was helping McKay host a party. So imagine his surprise when, after about two months of no contact, you showed up at his party.

"Whoa."

You frowned. "Excuse me?'

"What happened to 'get the fuck out of my life, Nate?' What, were you just full of it?"

"Dude. If me being here bothers you that much, I'll just fucking leav-"

"Jeez, don't be a baby, short stuff.", he cooed, patting your head before slinging an arm around you. "C'mon, let's do shots."

"Hey, whoa, whoa, none of this friendliness."

He rolled his eyes, removing his hand from you. "Fine. C'mon. I missed you."

And the problem was, he did. He actually fucking missed you. Which was the weirdest thing to happen to him since... well, birth. It wasn't anything in particular, it wasn't even the fact that you were easy on the eyes.

He, like a fucking simp, just liked you being around him.

With as much trepidation as a sycophant scorned by his master, he gently, reverently, offered you a shot. "For old times' sake?"

You rolled your eyes, taking it from him. "For old times' sake? Like, the time you got me drunk at school?'

He smiled, his hand slowly back around your shoulder as he tugged you closer, kissing your temple. "We could always go back, y'know?", he murmured next to your ear. "Get high on the bleachers again."

"No."

"C'mon, we haven't hung out in two months. Ditch these fakes. I'm the fun one, anyway."

Jesus.

He took a long drag of his vape, the smoke bombarding your face. He proferred it to you and frowned when you declined. "Why not?"

"I don't vape."

"Are you one of those bitches that says 'smoke a real cigarette'?"

"No, I don't smoke at all."

He rolled his eyes. "We're going to the bleachers."

It was weird, to say the least, the air between you two back at the bleachers. You sat, looking up at the sky, the grass, anywhere but his eyes, and he sat with his head on your lap.

Silence covered the two of you until he sighed. "Can we just pick up where we left off?"

"And where was that?"

"With me almost eating you out."

You scoffed. You wouldn't have done that if you thought he was being serious. You wouldn't have done that if you were entirely sober. But you didn't and you weren't, so you scoffed. "Right. Yeah. Sure."

"I'm not joking. You're making this harder than it needs to be. There isn't any ulterior motive, this is just... boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy-"

"Debatable.", you muttered, but he ignored it.

"-Boy wants to fuck girl, girl wants to fuck boy, boy fucks girl. Why are you adding shit? Do you want drama? Is that what this is? Because we could do drama. I could do drama like you've never fucking seen before!"

In Nate speak, that meant he had a big dick and he wanted you to know.

"Look. It's just too complicated. You've- there's too much-"

"Forget it all. 'Kay? Just you and me.", he replied immediately, sitting up.

"Because you quote-unquote 'love' me."

"Exactly that." His lips found yours, and surprisingly, this time, you actually had a spine and pulled away.

"What the FUCK?"

Huffing, he rolled his eyes and stroked your cheek as he shifted and knelt down. "Can we skip the part where you scream 'what the fuck, what the fuck' and push me away and get to the part where you admit you want me? I've had a long day."

Seeing him down there did nothing to make you feel safer.

"Nate-"

"Jesus fuck, Y/N, please, just, for the love of god-", he muttered, as if you were being an inconvenience at the moment and not him, the asshat on his knees. "Would you just relax?"

"Look, Y/N. I love you.", he said, and his hands slowly slid up to the hem of your shirt, his thumb rubbing the skin right under it. "Let me show you."

"You don't love me. Stop saying that."

"Fine, then. I want you. And stop telling me you don't want me, like it's a mortal sin or something.", he warned, gripping the backs of your thighs.

Sadly, you couldn't entirely blame this on the molly this time.

It definitely contributed to the decision, but mostly to the fact that it made every single touch of his explode with a robust... flavour that you couldn't replicate even if you tried.

He smiled up at you so softly you'd think he was on his knees to propose. But no. Instead of opening up a little box, he opened the fly to your pants.

"Can you look at me, please?"

You sighed, looking down. "What?"

"You really don't look like you're against this. I'd even go so far as to say you want me, but you're too much of a pussy to admit it."

You did want him. BUT. You were against this. Because it was wrong. But you were letting him kiss up your thighs, bite at your lower abdomen.

Meaning it was the world according to Nate and it both infuriated you and turned you on.

FUCK.

Hums came from both your mouth and his, and before you knew it, your fingers felt nothing but the locks of his hair, pulling so hard there was no way he wasn't in pain. And he must have been, because gently, so seamlessly, he trailed his hand up to yours, removing it from his hair and interlocking it with his own.

But he didn't pause. His tongue continued doing... well, whatever the hell it was doing that made you want to stab the Earth for being able to produce Nate Jacobs as well as praise it for... well, being able to produce Nate Jacobs.

"You're a virgin?", he asked, breathless, raising a brow in incredulity.

You'd be lying if you said your brain even registered his question - registered anything but his tongue and lips.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Why? Don't tell me this is still a test to see if I'm easy or not-"

"It's not.", he assured, reaching up slowly, and then kissing your cheek of all fucking places. One of his hands trailed back down and into you while the other one immediately closed your mouth, though you had no idea why. It was a fucking desolate high school football field. No one was going to hear anyway.

He grinned, pressing his forehead against yours as he added another finger, curling them as he worked into you. "Shh, shh, shh.", he murmured, after probably feeling the results of you trying not to lose your shit beneath his palm.

"See? We go great together."

You screamed. But it didn't quite carry.

He frowned in confusion for a moment when you made a muffled noise and then muttered an 'ah' as he gently removed his palm from your mouth.

"That's not..."

"Hm? That's not what?"

You could have killed yourself right there, because he smirked is what he did. He smirked when you couldn't finish (and barely even start) your sentences.

"That's not even remotely..."

You were stalling. That was clear. Why? You didn't know. There was no logical reason. He was already fucking inside you, there was no point in backing out of this now.

But there was reason to hesitate.

He sighed, licking his lips and shaking his head in disappointment, brushing hair from your face. "Hey."

"What?"

"If you don't fuck me right now, I will lose my shit. I will cut myself. I will play Russian Roulette again. That work for you?"

Oh, this sick, sick, sick, SICK motherfucker.

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Why you did it? Question for the ages.

You should've said no. You should've gone home. You didn't go home, though, not even after the fact. You probably should have.

Instead, you found yourself back at Fezco's store. Not voluntarily, either, it just seemed your car was as drained as you were, and you forgot to fill it back up.

"Rue?", you called out into what you imagined to be an abyss. Her voice appeared like light at the end of a tunnel. "Hey."

"You high?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I need someone to pick me up."

"Maddy's not free?"

"I didn't check."

"Well.", she groaned, shifting around, clearly in some sort of drug-induced discomfort, "You should. I don't wanna kill you, y'know, you mean so fucking much to me."

The sarcasm in her voice was mildly hurtful, but hey. At least she cared enough not to kill you.

More than Nate had ever cared.

"Okay."

So, of course, you called Cassie. Because no fucking way were you calling Maddy to come pick you up from the store owned by the local dealer, which was suspiciously close to the party thrown by her ex.

The car ride with her was smooth and lovely and peaceful. Because she was smooth and lovely and peaceful.

"You think your car will be safe, out there, all night?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I told Fez. He knows what to do."

"Y/N, I... I've noticed you've been off, like, the last term or so."

You did not need her therapy session right now.

"Nah, I'm fine."

"You're not.", she chuckled, nervously, shaking her head as she slowed down at the red light. "You seem on edge. I think it's cause of him."

"Him?" WHAT? How the fuck did this ditz know?

"Yeah. Like, I don't know, maybe you're in love with him, and you think it's, like... forbidden, because he's a bad influence or something, but you just kinda look... strung out. Like there's a huge secret you're keeping."

She was supposed to be clueless about what was going on around her. Isn't that the thing they say about hot blondes?

"Love? In love? With who?"

"Fezco, of course. I get it, he's a dealer, but he's also hot, and I guess, let's face it, he's quite nice for a criminal."

Oh, thank god. The dumb blonde theory stands.

"I'm not in love with Fez."

"Then why are you so... off?"

"I...", you sighed, deciding to stick to the truth as much as safely possible. "I got in with some bad people during spring break."

The look of concern on her face made you want to apologize and buy her whatever she wanted, or maybe even confess to every fucking sinful thought you'd ever had.

"What? Oh, my god, what? Like, hard drugs and shit?"

"More like guns and shit."

"Y/N, WHAT?!"

"Yeah, it was fucked up, but I'm out of it now, though, so you don't have to worry, okay, Cass? I'm peachy. I'm great, honest! Hey, it's turning amber."

She frowned, turning back to the road in front of her. "You sure?"

You'd never been more grateful for Nate throwing the lamp to your right rather than your left.

You'd never been more grateful for Nate giving you a hickey on your right rather than your left.

You nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, though."

"So. Did you... you went to his party, right? Did you see him? Did you guys talk?"

It took you a moment to figure out that she was talking about her ex.

"McKay? Yeah. Yeah."

"How is he? Did he mention me?"

"He's, um... he's doing fine, I guess. He looks like he misses you, but you know him. He probably won't tell me."

"I just... maybe we... I just want to, um... fix things."

"You should."

"You think?"

You nodded. What the fuck else could you do to distract her from the fact that if she took one look down, she'd see Nate blowing up your phone? "Yeah, you guys were great together."

You instantly cringed. Because that was what Nate had said about you and him. "See? We go great together."'

"I don't know if I want him back, or what. What do you think?"

That I just fucked Nate Jacobs. And that the molly was only half of it. That I'm going to kill myself.

"I think... I think you broke up for a reason, Cass."

She nodded, and the rest of the car ride went in pleasant silence.

Then she dropped you home.

And Rue was waiting for you.

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"You're pissing me off. What is this, blackmail?'

"Yeah. It is. I saw you two in the bleachers, and if you tell people I'm not sober, I'll let it slip that you let Nate Jacobs inside you."

Keep your calm. If you show even a tiny sign of accepting that she was right, you're dead meat. "It was a psych project. He had just finished a practice, so we sat there and finished some work."

"With tequila?"

Silence. Okay. She was not talking about tonight. She was talking about the gun-night. This was salvageable.

"Funnily enough, Y/N, according to what Lexi told me, there's been no 'psych assignment-slash-project.'"

"Rue-"

"So you've not only been lying to all of us, you've been betraying Maddy. And you've done Jules so wrong.'

"Look, you don't even know-"

"Then tell me."

So you did. You told her about the Instagram story, you told her about the Russian roulette, hell, you even told her about the dinner and the scar. What you didn't tell her about was the sex. The mind-blowing guilt-inducing sex.

"But I saw you kiss him on the bleachers."

"I was drunk, Rue. I'd have let the fucking janitor kiss me."

"Look, Y/N, those are my terms."

"You're asking me to lie to everyone about your health, your wellbeing! We're all looking out for you, Rue! Y'can't just blackmail me into not doing right by you."

"As nice as that is, the fact still stands that you fucked Nate."

FUCK!

"Rue, please-"

"He doesn't even fucking want you. He wants to get back at Maddy, and you're too fucked out to see it!"

"Rue, you're crossing the li-"

"I bet that fucking him was the only thing you've been doing this whole time. What, did you fuck him when Maddy was with him?"

Rue laughed after you slapped her and that definitely told you she was so high she couldn't even feel it. "C'mon. Grow up.", she scoffed, tucking hair behind your ear. "Girl code's not important anymore, is it? We're all eighteen - adults - now."

WHY must everyone always do that with your hair? So fucking condescendingly, too?!

"Rue, I didn't fuck Nate Jacobs."

"Then why is he blowing up your phone? Yeah, you think I didn't notice the name on your screen?"

"He blows up my phone because he's a psycho- I told you about the Russian Roulette thing and the gun and the slit wris-"

"Yeah, but you said you asked him to leave you alone and he did. Why would he break no contact? What could've happened?"

"Rue, I am not going to help you fake sobriety in front of your family- I- Rue, what is that?"

She frowned, looking down and following your line of sight. Her bag. The front zip. A needle. She looked back up, deadpan. "Fent."

"RUE! YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME T-"

"Look, Y/N, I like you, I do. There's no reason for you to worry, okay? If you could be quiet, your life will go on as it always does. No reputation loss, no guilt, no embarrassment."

"This will kill you! I can't do that to you, Rue, please!"

"But you can do Nate Jacobs?"

You were genuinely about to strangle this fucking trapper cunt.

"Think about it."

What, had she gotten lessons in blackmail from him?

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That night, you were too fucking exhausted to even question why Nate was knocking at your window. You just opened it for him. You just let him kiss you. You just let him tuck your hair behind your fucking ear.

"I have a question."

"What?"

"Did you visit Shane in the hospital?"

Okay. No way he could have found out about that. You didn't tell a single fucking soul.

"Huh?"

"I beat him up for you. 'Cause he was saying you fucked when you didn't.", he said, his voice oddly calm for a man betrayed.

"I didn't ask you to!"`

"Please.", he scoffed, clapping sarcastically. "Biggest cop-out of the century."

"I didn't!"

"He was calling you a slut, basically. As if you'd just give it up to anyone." What, like he knew you that well?

"Hundreds of people say hundreds of shit about me every fucking day! What am I, supposed to set you on them?"

"You could."

You scoffed.

"I'm being serious. You could say "'sic 'em' " and I'd beat them to a bloody pulp.", he informed, brushing hair over your ear again. "Say it. Tell me someone to beat up. I'll do it. No matter who it is."

"Nate. I didn't ask you to do any of this. I asked you to leave me alone, and you did the opposite!"

"You're acting like I showed up, fucked you, and then just left!"

He clenched his jaw, his grip on the piece of hair he just pushed behind your ear, now shifting to the rest of your hair. "No, cunt. I said 'I love you'. Or did you conveniently forget that?"

Oh. Right. THAT.

"What? You're suddenly acting like a pussy, baby, what's up with that? Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't remember. Don't be a pussy. C'mon, tell me. Oh, yeah, wait a minute, you can't."

"You didn't mean that. You wanted to get what you wanted, so you-"

"You think I say shit like 'I love you' lightly? You think I throw that word around?" Yes, he did, but you didn't need to know that. He decided to deploy the trauma card.

"You've seen what my parents are like. You think I'd abuse the words 'I love you'?"

"I guess not-"

"Yeah. EXACTLY."

Ooh, you were putty in his hands and he almost got a semi because of it.

"Look, okay, fine, Nate, that- that was out of pocket, but you can't expect me to-"

"But I do. I have never lied to you. Have I? I've blackmailed you and threatened you and, fuck, yeah, I've stuck a goddamn gun down your throat, but when have I ever lied?"

"So you're saying you 'love' me and I have to just accept it."

"I'm saying I love you, and you have to just believe it.'

And god help you, you somehow did.

"Rue's blackmailing me."

He mock-gasped. "You're cheating on me, then."

You couldn't help the chuckle that left your lips. Him being so calm in the face of danger should make him look foolish in your eyes, not admirable.

And the molly excuse was being held up by string the breadth of dental floss, honestly.

"Does she use firearms as well? Did you think about me the whole time?" He was clearly trying to make you laugh, and it was working.

He kissed your forehead. "What did she blackmail you for?"

"For or about?"

"Both."

"For : keeping her relapse a secret from everyone. About : the gun-night at the bleachers."

"Okay, so the choice is clear."

"What?"

Nate Jacobs had scared you when he'd said he loved you and when he'd said he'd kill himself for you, but he'd never scared you as much as he did with what he said next.

"We just sit back and watch that bitch OD."

[multifariousqueer]

Yall please request something for Nate, Felix or Jacob bc I’m so bored atp 😭(or all three idc).

[crypticminx]

MASTERLIST 💞

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Saltburn 🎀

Felix Catton⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚

Felix and reader ditching party (smutt, fluff) ⋆𐙚₊

Telling Felix you’re pregnant (fluff) ⋆𐙚₊˚

Pregnancy with felix (fluff) ⋆𐙚₊˚

Girl!dad Felix (fluffyyy) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Girl!dad Felix fic (fluff) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹˚

Older! Felix headcanons (fluff) ⋆𐙚₊˚

Breeding kink with Felix fic ⋆𐙚₊˚

More breeding kink with felix ⋆𐙚₊

Pregnancy smut with Felix ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Waking up next to Felix (fluff) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Felix eating you out ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Being Felix’s dirty secret ⋆𐙚₊˚

Enemies to lovers fic ⋆𐙚₊˚

Getting high with Felix ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Fucking Felix in his cop costume 𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Other Felix concepts!! Small drabbles:

Needy Felix ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Felix taking care of you <3

Dating Felix (moodboard) <3

Felix’s little wife <3

Jacob Elordi ᡣ𐭩₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Waking up with Jacob (smut, fluff) ᡣ𐭩

Parent teacher conference ᡣ𐭩

Nate Jacobs ₊˚⊹

Submissive Nate x reader (smutttt)

Baby fever

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૮ • ﻌ - ა Celebs/Characters x Male Reader Masterlist

Key: ❤️-Smut 🖤-Angst 🩷-Fluff

Categorised by: actor (can be about the real actor or a role they've played)

Kit Connor

🩷 Giddy - Kit Connor comes home tired from work and you two cuddle to sleep

🩷 Jealousy looks good on you - Kit Connor is the jealous type

🩷 First Move - Kit Connor makes the first move on you during a movie

🩷❤️So Highschool - Highschool sweetheart Kit Connor as your boyfriend!

Jacob Elordi

🖤❤️ Toxic - Nate Jacobs is a closeted cunt

🖤🩷❤️Jealous and Possessive - A guy flirts with you and Nate Jacobs wants to show you that you're his + cute bonus

Vinnie Hacker

🩷Trends - Imagine being the it couple on TikTok with Vinnie & doing couples trends~

Robert Pattinson

❤️ Hogwartz' Heart-throb - Your first time with your boyfriend Cedric Diggory

Eric Dane (Mark Sloan)

🩷 Experiment - Mark Sloan's old Med School 'friend' joins Seattle Grace

Mitchell Hope (Ben Florian)

🩷 Too Trusting - Ben Florian is too trusting when it comes to Mother Gothel's son

Devon Bostick (Rodrick Heffley)

❤️Exploring - Imagine messing about with Rodrick and exploring your sexualities (Drabble/Imagine)

🩷❤️Boyfriend Experience - Long-form headcannons of dating Rodrick! From the start of it, to the smut of it!

Tom Holland

❤️Gym - imagine getting freaky when working out with Holland!Peter Parker

Charles LeClerc

🩷Simp - Imagine dating Charles and he's just such a simp for you!

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[robron-til-the-end-of-time]

Just a little drabble, set after 1st August episode, Robert's thoughts. ____

Robert lay in his single bed at Vic's, staring at the ceiling. John had won. Well, as soon as Robert lost his temper and hit him on the head, he'd won, whether Robert managed to kill him or not. John had absolutely loved having him in the palm of his hand, and Robert knew it. Every time he bumped into John on the street, he'd have that smug smarmy look on his face, which would fan Robert's own temper, he knew that.

But he had to let it lie. He had to. Going on about him in public would do no good, because John could go to the police at any moment. Vic's box room was a lot better than a prison cell, that at least was certain. Not that that meant he thought John was squeaky clean, far from it. But he'd just have to keep his thoughts private, to himself.

Sleep wasn't coming, hardly surprising, so he swung his legs out of bed, and grabbed a notebook, going down to the kitchen to make himself a mug of tea.

Time to begin again. Write down everything he knew about John, not the things he suspected, but things he actually knew. See if anything popped up. At the top of the page, he wrote what John had done to him.

Headlock, taunting me with prison, making me snap and attack him. Completely denied it later.

Visited Owen the day before he turned up dead. Denied it.

Owen admitted he killed Nate in a suicide note but has an alibi.

Was present when Jacob accidentally had a reaction to nuts. Epi pen mysteriously missing. Eric says Jacob is super careful.

Saved Cain. How? Unknown.

Saved Chas with a medication mix up from an unknown ex.

Something with Liam at the surgery. Liam reacted when I mentioned John.

Well, it was a start. One thing for sure, though. He wasn't giving up, even if he had to play nice in public. If he was right, Aaron was in serious danger. That wasn't something he'd ever take lightly.

[starboye]

no baby I don't think you understand how backed up I am, the fic requests I have go all the way back... to august 7th 😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮

and then I have a request that would have me write a whole damn book about nick nelson and traumatized!male reader

then another one where I have to write about someones oc's

i think I dug myself in a hole here so it pains me to say this but I will be closing requests until the end of kinktober aka the end of the month

I just need to get caught up and clean out these dusty ass drafts finally, plus there are some great fics in there that I want you guys to see

that means these last little drabbles I have left in my drafts I'll post them but then we're going radio silent and posting these fics

(although if you do ask more questions for toxic!nate jacobs I will answer them but only those)

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[princessconsuela120]

NATE JACOBS

*he’s too mean to get a quote*

SERIES!

Wine Coolers

ONE SHOTS, IMAGINES, AND DRABBLES!

(Coming soon)

[etherealily]

ᴘᴇᴛᴛʏ // ɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙꜱ

My other Nate fics. If you have the time.

Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader.

Warnings : Cussing. Slight NSFW (non-explicit bc it's me). Long but (hopefully) worth it.

You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.

Desc. : Revenge is a dish best served cold-hearted.

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Nate's never really been one for one night stands. Yeah, he knows that he seems like the type, but honestly, he was deathly scared of STDs and shit, and plus, he worried that if he didn't stay with the girl and give her a relationship, she might say some bullshit around about how bad he was in bed. It was pathetic, he knew it, but that's a really hard thing to discredit, because what would he even do? Fuck the entire female population in the district to prove her wrong?

That being said, he was only a man, at the end of the day. Alcohol and women, bro, lethal fucking combination.

So, when his hand finally stopped pressing the side of your face down into the pillow and he finally pulled out, his dread came faster than he did.

He flopped down onto the bed beside you, attempting to catch his breath while curiously watching your back still facing him. "You okay?" He seemed more confused than concerned. Like his dick was the fucking godfather of all dicks, and there was no reason for you not to be anything short of grateful.

You seemed to jerk out of your thoughts then, and turned to him, bunching the sheets up to your chest. "Yeah, no, yeah.", you replied, eyebrows twitching as if unsure whether they wanted to frown or furrow.

"What is it?", he asked, narrowing his eyes as he tossed you your clothes.

The corners of your lips turned down, and you shook your head. "Nothing."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?", he asked, sitting up and stretching for a single, peaceful moment, before he stalked over to his bathroom.

"Like what?"

He scoffed from inside, splashing water from the running tap onto his eyes, before glaring at himself in the mirror. "Like I just hit the second tower.", he called.

You didn't respond as he cleaned himself up, and he rolled his eyes. "What, too dark for you?"

Nate pulled on a fresh pair of boxers after he was done, and stuck his head out the door, gesturing that it was your turn. He stopped you as you passed by him, though, tilting his head down at you. "Did you not come?"

Fuck. You'd been under the impression that he was too drunk to have noticed that look on your face, and now he was just spot-on with the observation? "No, I just, uh..." Think, fuck! "...I feel like I recognize you, from somewhere.", you lied.

He let go of your elbow, letting you go in and clean yourself up as he settled on the edge of his bed, unlocking his phone. "From where?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, could he not just shut up? Alright, wait. You'd seen dumbbells in his room, meaning he was a gym-guy. So the gym would be a safe option to say, but then again, he had all the shit in his room, why would he pay for a membership? "Football.", you blurted out.

Silence. "Oh, yeah, I'm QB for East Highland."

Sheer, dumb luck. God couldn't help you out in exams, but would have your back with lying to a lousy hookup? Priorities, man, come on.

"Right, probably there."

"So, you from around here, then? Like, what's the deal? Haven't seen you before at my games."

You really wanted to stay in the fucking bathroom, because how fucking awkward was this shit gonna be when you got out? Walk of shame, questions from your Aunt Leslie, shit.

"No, I live in New York. I'm just visiting my cousins and my aunt for Christmas."

He leaned back against his headboard, his eyes illuminated by his phone screen as he typed your name into Instagram. How the hell did you have so many mutuals with him? "Oh. Cool.", he called, cursing under his breath. Of course your fucking profile was private. You had hardass written all over you.

You took a deep breath. It didn't fucking matter, you were drunk. Yeah. You were drunk, you didn't have sex, you were just drunk and roaming the streets. 'Sorry, Aunt L, I just didn't know my limits. Yeah, sorry. I won't do it again.' Good. Alibi prepped.

Biting your hair tie from your wrist and tugging it up to tie your hair, you were just about ready to— no.

A fucking hickey?! Was he a fucking dumbass?

You practically broke the door handle, with how aggressive you were, and you walked out the bathroom to the sweet release of AC. At least he wasn't that much of a dumbass.

He shut his phone off, scratching at his jaw and scrambling for small talk before the dreaded post-coital analysis that was sure to come. "So, who's your cousin?"

With his luck, it'd be Maddy.

"Uh, Rue and Gia Bennett, you know them?"

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, scratch that, his luck was fucking amazing tonight.

A smirk. A shift in the sheets, and he was entirely facing you. "Yeah?"

"You know her?"

"Small town."

You nodded, your fingers picking at the edge of your phonecase. "You close?"

"No."

Once more, you replied with a nod, switching on your phone. Okay, curfew was twelve for you, eleven for Rue, it was ten forty-five. So, you had ten minutes to get back to the party — wait, why had you even fucking left? Like you couldn't have hooked up at the party? God, alcohol should be banned around you, you'd just followed some guy back to his house to hook up, with nothing but a fucking name, and you'd just told him you weren't from here, who your family was— fuck! You were a danger to yourself with alcohol.

"How far is your house from the party?"

He raised a brow. "Like, two or three blocks."

Huh.

"Why?"

"I need to get back, pick up my cousin, take her home."

"Rue.", he said, maybe as a giddy little reminder to himself.

"Yeah, Rue. I can't let her stay unsupervised at a party. She's a recov—"

"Yeah, a recovering addict, I know. We all do. She OD'd, we thought she RIP'd."

"So did I. Scary."

He clicked his tongue, nodding offhandedly. "Uh-huh, yup. Tragic. Hey, did you actually come?"

"Come where?"

He raised a brow.

"Oh. Uh—"

"Don't lie to me. I'm not a jackass who doesn't know how to make a girl come."

Beg to differ.

"No, you know what, man, it's alright, I really gotta be—"

"We have to remedy that.", he declared, with a barely controlled chuckle of absolute exuberance. "So you can have at least one win tonight before you go babysit Cousin.", he grinned, leaning over to kiss at your forehead, your nose, cheek, and then, of course, your lips. "Don't we?", he murmured, covering your mouth as you attempted to protest. "Yeah, we do.", he continued, kissing down your chest, now, fingers skimming up your dress once again as his mouth lowered. But his eyes stayed on yours, a sort of quiet challenge in them. Amusement, too, if you squinted.

"You're so fucking hot.", he muttered, his teeth leaving another fucking hickey (you were about to stab him) on your inner thigh now. "Sorry I didn't make you come before. Happens sometimes, when I'm drunk. Let me make up for it."

And, to his credit, this time he actually did.

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Fuck. Fuck. "Rue? Rue? Fuck, talk to me, Rue!"

"You're really fucking late.", she slurred.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that— don't pick up! It's your mom, neither of us wants her to hear you like this."

"Is that a hickey?"

"Burned myself on the hair iron.", you replied, adjusting the rearview to focus your gaze on her twitching body.

"Yeah, sure.", she groaned out, shifting around in the backseat as though she were in pain.

"Why didn't you call me?"

"I've greened out before, it's not a big— fuck, pull over, pull over, pull over, pull FUCKING over, Y/N!"

The car screeched to a halt when you did, turning to watch her bang open the door to throw up into a nearby trashcan. You briefly wondered if this particular trashcan and her were acquainted, if she actually had greened out a lot of times before this.

"Why did you even smoke the weed?! You said you were just drinking!"

She gripped the bench near the trash can for a moment, before shaking her head and leaping back to retch again. You rolled your head back onto the headrest, running a hand over your jaw. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Rue? Rue, you okay back there?" You couldn't hide the fucking tremble in your voice, and she seemed to notice it, too.

"Yeah, fuck you, man, c'mon, I'm not a baby, I told you, I've greened out before. Drive."

"What if your mother drug-tests you?"

"She won't. Hide that "flat-iron-burn" from her and she'll think you were with me the whole time. Okay? I— wait, wait."

This was not the fucking time for her to be looking at her motherfucking phone.

"Scratch that alibi. Fuck that whole shit, tell her I was with Ali."

"Who the fuck is Ali?"

"My sponsor. She knows who he is. Just tell her he texted and we're fine, and drop me off at this, like diner or whatever. I'll tell you the way."

"Rue, it's Christmas Eve, you're not seriously gonna spend it without us, are you?"

"It's not even real fucking Christmas! Jesus!"

Silence. You grabbed the phone from her, placing it on the dashboard and letting the Maps do the talking for the rest of the drive.

Fuck this night.

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Fuck. Fuck. He was trying to zoom into your profile picture, not fucking request you like a goddamn loser! He'd never requested anyone in his life, save for Maddy, after she removed him that one time. He groaned, running his hands over his face. Yeah, sure he could have un-requested, but shit, he'd show up in the 'people you might know' list, anyway, and the notification might have already— and there it was. You'd accepted. Fucking great.

You followed him, as well. Actually great.

Almost greedily, he clicked on the one post you had.

He scoffed, practically throwing his phone on the bed.

It's always the bitches who post sunsets that you can't get out of your head.

Fine. Whatever. He wasn't interested in your bullshit sunset post and two story highlights full of music or your friends (all girls, good), anyway. He was interested in how you had so many mutuals with him, seriously. Thankfully, with the exception of Lexi Howard (he figured that was a through-Rue-friendship), there weren't any other liabilities. He liked this.

He didn't, however, like the amount of his teammates who sat in that Mutuals tab. Did you just go through football players like fucking tissues? Did he just get a second-hand dicking down?

Okay. Backing up. He didn't know anything about you, for real, he had to chill out.

A little more sleuthing, and he figured it out. Daughter of a college scout. No fucking wonder. The guys on his team were shameless. Wasn't the college he wanted, but hey, he'd use the excuse of a career to stay in your followers list.

What did you fucking think about him? He's sure Rue must have got into your head about him — he doubts you've even told her, though.

Either way, the urge to find out was getting stronger.

Since his break up with Maddy at the winter formal, he really had been on one. He wanted to fuck some shit up, do something that didn't revolve fixing shit that was broken ; relationship, family, reputation. He was sick of it.

And hence.

Hey.

??

Nate from Christmas Eve.

Oh, hi.

Mall 2morrow? U + me?

Idk. Idk u that well.

Okay, fair. You were sober, and being rational, not wanting to go out with some guy just because you'd hooked up with him once. Smart. He didn't like you sober, though.

Public place. I'll leave you alone the second you tell me. Promise.

Idk man.

I'll buy u an Xmas/New Year's gift.

For what?

I can't stop thinking about you. I'll be there @ 1 if u change ur mind.

You had hoped with all your heart that you wouldn't run into him when you were dropping Gia off at the mall to hang with her friends, but of course, the universe thought your life was a big fucking joke.

So, you were grabbing an iced coffee to go, and there the fuck he was.

"Look who made it. The path to every girl's heart is a gift, I guess."

Did he think leaning against the counter like a cheap James Dean knockoff was going to have you rushing to get in bed with him again?

"I was doing something else. I'm not here for your 'Christmas-slash-New Year's gift'. "

"Yeah, dropping baby Bennett off, I know, I saw. Why'd you stay, though?"

"What, I'm not allowed to stay anywhere now?"

"Yeah, you are."

A pause as he inconspiciously swatted your hand away, offering the barista his card.

"But staying here with me? That's risky, isn't it?"

"Why?"

Huh. So you hadn't told Rue. Good to know.

He shrugged, taking the card back. "'Cause you know I'm about to spoil you fucking rotten.", he grinned, waving the card in front of your face.

"Yeah.", you scoffed, handing him the money you were supposed to pay the barista before you collected your iced coffee. "No thanks."

He pouted. "Yo. I'm being for real. I had a really good time. And I'm sure you did, too."

You opened your mouth to protest, and probably bring up his worst moment, so he shut you up by wrapping an arm around your shoulder and steering you out of the store. "The second time, at least. Cut me some slack, I was drunk."

"That is a comfort to no one but you."

He glared. "I'm not that bad in bed."

"I'll see you around, Nate."

A scoff. A very publicly inappropriate kiss.

And then, he's towing you to the mall restrooms.

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TWO DAYS LATER.

You could never for the life of you understand why there had to be so many different types of fucking laundry detergent, and evidently, neither could Rue. But, then again. Rue wasn't quite there, to particularly understand it.

A low, mildly-surprised whistle, and both of you turned.

Nate pretended to busy himself and act like he was admiring the bottle of alcohol he was turning around meticulously in his hand, but you knew better.

"Fucking prick."

"What? Who?"

"The guy across the store who just pretended he didn't whistle at your ass. That guy."

"Who is he?"

"Nate Jacobs. Jock, so you know, that's the prick part."

"What? You're gonna give me the big-sister talk and warn me to stay away from him 'cause he's bad news?", you scoffed, allowing her to lead you the fuck away from this liability of a quarterback, to where a new array of indistinguishable laundry detergents sat.

"You just gave yourself that talk. Did she say Ultra Oxi or Ultra Matic?", she asked, screwing open the lid to take a sneaky whiff.

"What's the difference?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know? Okay, you know what? You ask her, and I'll go get Gia's soda and the baking powder for her birthday cake, yeah?"

You nodded, reaching into your pocket for your phone and looking down at it, rubbing the nape of your neck as you tried to get some signal.

"'Scuse me." A whisper. A lewd, firm squeeze of your waist (so tight it was impossible that no one else had noticed) as he moved behind you, pressing his chest against your spine.

You froze, and you were pretty sure he smirked.

Matter-of-factly, he flicked his index finger twice at the label "Ultra Oxi", before winking over his shoulder. "Make good choices, alright? You've been on a roll recently."

Fuck. Fuck. He'd remembered to taunt you, with your apparently Nate-Jacobs-hating cousin right there.

You moved back to Rue, a couple aisles over, your eyes glazed over.

Did you just get... groped? The aisles were small, maybe he really did need to hold you to move past you?

"I'm wingin' it.", you mutter.

She snorted. "Brave. But I was serious, that guy? He's a headcase." She nodded over to Nate again, who was across the store at the counter, reaching into his pocket to produce an ID from his wallet, presumably.

She said it like it's gossip, common sense, and a Pentagon-level secret all at the same time, and you're not sure how she's managing to achieve that.

"Why?"

"Where do I fucking start? He strangled his girlfriend."

"He fucking what?!"

The detergent nearly dropped from your hand, and she got a funny look on her face, like you were doing a little too much. "Yeah. Maddy Perez. I mean, she's fine, and the case was dropped 'cause someone else confessed, and there was an eyewitness, but h—"

"Rue!", you hissed. "Fuck, that's some mad unreliable storytelling, you know that? Fuck, I thought he did it."

"He did! He got someone to cover up for him, a whole fuckin' alibi, and shit.", she shrugged, giving the Chosen Baking Powder a triumphant, confirmatory tap. There was more she wasn't saying, and you were gonna prod it out of her.

"If the police accepted it, it's probably not without investigation.", you tried, but she just scoffed.

"He catfished my friend."

Uh-oh. It really must be bad if he got Rue to mention Train-Girl.

Sometimes, you wondered whether she was on more than just weed.

You thought this, then mentally shook it off, like... this was Rue you were talking about. Why would she even fucking lie to you?

She sniffed. "And then he blackmailed Jules with the nudes she sent him to testify as an eyewitness."

Jules? Oh, Jules. Train-Girl, aka, Jules.

"He's a fucking plague. I swear, I should get fucking gun and just go apeshit on his psycho ass."

'That won't bring Jules back', you don't say.

"Violent.", you remarked.

"Yeah, he is."

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TWO DAYS LATER.

"Where the fuck were you, Rue?! You scared me half to fucking death!"

"I was at... the mall.", she groans from the passenger seat. You slap her face to bring her back a couple times, but it doesn't seem like it's fent that she's on. Thankfully.

"The mall or behind it with the trapper-junkies?", you mutter, slamming your hand down on the horn and flipping the guy off as you passed by him. "Stopping in the middle of the fucking road?! Are you fucking brainless?!"

Rue giggles from next to you and you're sure you're two seconds away from an aneurysm. "What's so fucking funny, Rue?! You're high on god-knows-what! You know how fucking dangerous that is?!"

"Who keeps texting you? It's like ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-"

You rap your fingers along the steering wheel. "Focus, Rue, fuck! How long does it take to wear off?"

"Like... five hours."

"FIVE HOURS?! We have lunch with our family, Rue, fuck! What are you gonna do?"

She continues giggling.

"Fuck, okay, uh...", you mumble, pressing a couple buttons on the car screen.

"Hello?"

"Lexi, I need you to do me a huge favour. Uh... can you man the phones at your place? If my aunt calls just say we're at lunch with you?"

"Uh, is everything o—"

"Yeah, yeah, just— please just do it, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay."

"Thanks."

You shut the phone off before glaring at her, still giggling next to you. "You fucking happy? Everyone doing your fucking dirty work to cover for your ass?!"

"Please, this is just you relapsing on your stupid I'm-the-nice-sweet-cousin bullshit! You probably hope I flatline so you have a sob story to tell."

"What? I do care, Rue!"

"I thought you grew out of your obsessed-with-me-all-the-fucking-time-phase from when you were six! I don't fucking like you, and really, neither do Mom or Gia! They just need a babysitter for me! Fuck, you can't be related to people without them clinging onto you!"

You glare at her. Oh, fuck her.

"You mean that? Or are you just high?"

"High words are sober thoughts, lil' sis. Gimme a fucking break."

Silence.

"Alright, get the fuck out. Get the fuck out. Go call your fucking sponsor. Go."

"You're such a baby!"

You scoff, driving away for a moment before you actually called Ali. You're not that cruel. "Hello, um, Rue's—"

"Yeah, I know. I saw. I was driving by. I got her, she's in my car right now."

"Thank you."

You groan, your forehead on the steering wheel. You really shouldn't be this sensitive, the world will eat you up alive, but when someone you look up to— fuck! She was right, who the fuck keeps texting you?

Picking up your phone, you squint to look at whatever fucking notifications you were receiving, that were apparently life threatening, seeing their frequency.

Nate.

🔗?

You're about to - about to - just block him and throw your phone out the car with how frustrated you are, but then an evil thought permeates through your brain.

Evil, and petty.

Rue thinks you're constantly seeking her approval? Clinging onto her?

Oh, you'll be clinging onto her worst enemy's dick, alright.

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The ding comes as Nate pants in your ear for what's the third time in this whole week, you might have a serious problem with how far you take your pettiness, but that's a conversation for another time , and his arm immediately shoots out to pin your wrist to the bed, his other hand's grip faltering on your calf as it slips from his hip. "No, no. Don't even think about it.", he grumbles, trying to shut you up with speed instead of words.

A follow-up ding.

"It could be Rue.", you reason, and he shakes his head, covering your mouth as he keeps going.

"Come on, Nate.", you mumble out from beneath his palm.

He huffs, but finally relents, continuing his kissing at your shoulder. "Rue's such a fucking cockblock, I swear.", he grumbles against your skin, among other things, most of which you don't hear thanks to your focus on your screen.

Yo

Pick up

It's about Rue

Unknown number.

"Hey, hey— one sec, man, I need to make a phone call."

"Are you fucking kidding me?", he scoffs, rolling off you to let you sit up and bunch the covers over your chest with one hand as you type out a 'K'.

A phone call almost instantaneously.

You pick up immediately, pressing the phone desperately to your ear. "Hello?"

"Yo, uh, I'm Fezco, you don't know me. Look, your cousin's been — I don't even know where, but she's coming here in about a half hour, and you need to come pick her up right now, alright? I'm not shitting you."

"Is she okay?"

"I don't know, man, she just told me she's on her way, I don't— I don't know. You're her emergency number, I think? She said sm'n like that to me a couple weeks ago."

"Alright, can you text me the address?"

"Yeah. Hey, man, look, half an hour, alright? You come earlier, she'll figure out something's off and bolt."

"Yeah, I know. Thank you."

The call ends, and your hands drop your phone to your lap, in favor of pressing the heels of your palms onto your eyes. "Fuckfuckfuck.", you mumble.

"What? Yo, hey, what happened? She okay?"

You flop back onto the bed with a slight thud, burying your face in your hands as you shook your head. "She snuck out. I thought she was home. Some guy just called me to come pick her up, but he doesn't even know where she's coming from."

You had to go?! Leaving him here with a fucking semi? Oh, Rue was fucking up his life even when she didn't know it. Fuck.

"But wait! Wait, but you're going?"

You scoff, reaching for your shirt to yank over your bra, gesturing at him for the rest of your clothes. He almost looks like he's going to withhold it, but by some stroke of luck, he hands it over to you.

"You're going to an address sent to you by some guy you don't know, because he says your cousin might be there? Ted Bundy woulda loved your ass."

See, what had started as a drunk hookup to a sort of poetic justice type thing against Rue ended with him genuinely liking your company. And that's what scared him. Because everytime he got close with a girl? Bam. Brainwashed to hate him. Like, what was up with that?

Thankfully, though, although it was evident Rue'd said some shit to you that day in the grocery store, you didn't seem to - at least to his knowledge - have taken that to heart. So... yay?

"If I go missing, you know some Fezco guy is the reason.", you snort, as you tug on your socks.

"Fezco? Oh. Oh, he's legit, don't worry." He inhales, rubbing a hand over his face for a minute before nodding. "He's a dealer."

"Of course he is."

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30th of December.

"You—", he cuts himself off with a scoff of incredulity, cocking his head and furrowing his brows at you in such a cartoonish way, you almost laugh. He stops running his knuckles down your elbow for a moment, shaking his head. "What the fuck do you mean you won't be here for New Year's?"

"I just won't. I have school, don't I? Gotta get back home? And of course, Times Square New Year's is the best."

"You gonna tell me what happened? Is she good?"

"Like you care if she's good. You two hate each other."

"Mm.", he hums, gnawing on his lower lip, before kissing your wrist. "You guys are close, huh?"

"Oh, fuck off."

He grins. He knew you'd be onto him in a flash.

Laughing, he tugs you closer, into his chest. "Opening up to me isn't going to magically make us 'a thing', if that's what you're worried about. In fact, this is like you venting to a wall with ears. And a big dick. I'll throw in a 'mm, that sucks' every two minutes, too, if you want."

You chuckle tiredly, and he nudges your shoulder. "Come on."

"I just, y'know, she's not sober. Not even nearly, and I feel like a cunt for not telling Aunt Leslie, but it's just gonna cause a blow-up, and I don't wan—"

"You don't wanna cause a rift."

"Exactly! And I also, like, looked up to her a ton or whatever, growing up, and um... she's, like. She doesn't like me even a quarter as much as I like her, and it feels like we're not..."

"Not what?"

"Like, not even familly. Like I'm a personal assistant or, like, an afterthought, basically."

He sighs, moving some hair off your shoulder so he could nuzzle his nose into it. "So what are you going to do?"

"Nothing. Keep fucking her mortal enemy, I guess."

"Good choice."

A pause.

"Rue's a nice girl.", he says.

He's actively formulating a response to the fucking allegations Rue told you about him, and he figures he should play it how she'd least expect it. Instead of fuelling your annoyance at her and using it to his advantage (predictable and boring) , make himself seem like the bigger person. "She just... gets carried away sometimes."

"What?"

"Like, with what she said to you. About me.", he mutters, kissing up your cheek.

"You didn't strangle your girlfriend?"

"No. And there's police records to prove it. The guy turned himself in."

"Yeah, she said you blackmailed her friend Jules—"

"Oh, fuck. Jules? Look, again... we don't know each other that well, but she seems... she's a liar, alright? She likes to play the victim, and maybe there's a psychological reason for that, I dunno."

Well, fair, you reckon. That couldn't be too far from the truth, because this bitch had told Rue she'd loved her and she'd be there for her, then taken off in a train and left her to relapse.

He sees you mulling this over. Fucking score. Gently turning you to face him, he raises a brow. "What?"

"She said you catfished Jules and used her nudes to blackmail her into being an eyewitness."

He tries his best to scoff at that and maintain a hurt expression on his face, and he hopes he hasn't overdone it. "I was dating my ex, Maddy the whole time that was even supposedly "happening ". I had no dating apps, and you can check my phone, my drawers, and even my brain. I've never catfished anyone."

Technically, that's true. Catfishing implies that he used a face that wasn't his, or described himself different to what he actually was. He technically didn't show a face and didn't do the latter, either.

"It's all bullshit?"

"Yeah. Jules is... she's troubled. Y'know? First time I met her, she tried to cut me with a kitchen knife, then cut herself and stormed off. I don't even fucking know why."

"She what?!"

He smiles, sadly. "Yeah. Weird, right? I asked her who she was, because this party was my best friend's, and we're not going to have randos come in and fuck up his home. And she just went batshit."

He likes how this is going. He looks like the bigger person, and Jules gets shit on. "And Rue just trusts too easily. So, when Jules found her, I guess... she found someone willing to listen to her bullshit."

Rage consumes you. Fuck Train-Girl.

"I like you. You're willing to listen to both sides of the story. It's rare."

That's his final play. Make you look like the bigger person, too. So you're both 'bigger people' and you subconsciously look at the two of you as a team, and— fuck, he was so happy right now.

"What did Fezco say about me?"

You raise an incredulous brow. "Nothing. Wh— do you have beef with everyone?"

He laughs at that, his cheek resting on your shoulder, now. "Nah, nah, I got no beef. I'm a Nobel Peace prize candidate, on god."

You roll your eyes, aimlessly scrolling on your phone. He watches your feed roll by. More sunsets. More memes.

"We should date." It's not even a statement, let alone a question. It's a declaration, and it unnerves you. "I'm serious. I like you, genuinely. We're similar. The sex is phenomenal."

"And plus, it's fate. Right?" He's scrolling on your phone for you, now, chin in the crook of your neck as your relatively lame social media feed runs past his eyes.

"Listen, if you want a scholarship, you can just ask, I can give my Dad your tapes—"

"Oh, please, I could get into that college with my grades alone. I'm just saying. We're compatible. People fuck us over and we fuck them over back.", he retorts, moving to your camera roll and leaving little to no room for protest, with the way he's firing these words at you.

He's satisfied, relieved, even, with the contents of your camera roll. Flowers and sunsets and you and your family, some girlfriends, no nudes. Not bad.

"How do you figure?", you ask, turning to frown at him to show him how fucking peeved this invasion of privacy made you, but he pays you no mind, as he grabs your jaw, thumb navigating to the camera app.

"We're both technically fucking to get back at Rue."

He kisses your cheek and takes a photo.

"Yeah, but— hey, whoa."

"Would you angry-fuck me if I just...?", he muses, holding your phone out of reach as he makes a show of hovering his thumb dangerously close to Rue's contact.

"No! Nate, I'm not fucking with you! Stop!"

He just chuckles as he shakes his head, safely navigating to his own contact before pressing send.

Fuck. He sure knew how to terrify people to their fucking bones.

"Date me.", he has the audacity to suggest.

"You're an asshole."

"Date me anyway."

"Are you crazy?"

"Hey, you fucked me. Why not make it a regular thing? Exclusive, too, if you behave.", he teases.

You snort. "You're a trip."

"Is that a yes?"

"No, fuck you."

"Oh, come on. Date me, why not? Is it the long-distance? Is it the football player / daughter of a college scout thing? 'Cause, as I said, I don't care about that second-rate college. No offence."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna—"

"No? You're not gonna date me?", he questions, tilting his head almost pitifully.

"I just... I don't think I'm at the right... like, place for it." Okay, he was starting to freak you out just a little bit.

"Mm." It was an 'mm' of derision. Like he didn't quite believe you, or worse. Like he believed you, but it wasn't satisfactory enough for him. Disappointing. Not emotional enough. Not enough of a reason.

"What?"

He raises a brow, as if giving you a chance to reconsider. "You sure?"

"That I'm not at the right place for a relationship- yeah, I am." Alright, he sounded scary now, not freaky. What the fuck was he...?

He shakes his head, sighing. "God.", he tuts, holding you tighter against his chest. You don't notice this at first, but one of his arms is enough to restrict both of yours. And then, he's scrolling his phone, periodically checking to see that your gaze was following his movements.

"This is our chat.", he informs, like you don't have fucking eyes. "And this is my favourite picture of us."

"Favourite and only."

"Yeah.", he nods, his lips now glued to your temple, forceful enough to slightly push at your head a little. "Will you date me?"

"I just told you I can't really— you okay, man? You— I'm not trying to make you mad."

"I'm not mad, I'm kissing you, how can I be mad?"

Okay, yeah, that tracks. You nod.

The picture's downloaded. He sprints over to his camera roll to check that it is. And then, he moves to SMS. And there's only one person you can think of that's blocked him everywhere but SMS.

And then, you're struggling to move from his grasp, but his hand just presses your arms further into your own chest as he sends it.

"NO! What the FUCK?!"

He grins as your phone immediately dings with about twenty fucking notifications. "It could be Rue.", he parrots, the exact same tone as when you'd said it before the whole Fezco ordeal.

He's a fucking bastard. Of course it's fucking Rue.

"How are you ever gonna look Rue in the eye again?", he asks with mock concern, and it's a valid question.

How were you gonna look her in the eye again?

[sinisternymphette]

request rules. ˑ ִ★

right now, i'm not sure what my writing style is, so i'm open to write drabbles, fics, etc. !

my requests will probably almost always be open! so just send one in :)

— what i don't write for: incest/step!incest or any sexual relationships between family members, rape, pregnancy, physically abusive relationships, any sexual action without consent, pedophilia, male!reader, self harm, puking, vomit, piss, super descriptive gore, bestiality, animal-human hybrids, zoophilia, mental illnesses/disorders/disabilities unless it's something that i had/have like depression, anxiety, social anxiety, mdd (maladaptive daydreaming).

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don't steal my writing. You can ask me if you can write a fic with the au i made, but doing it without my consent will not be tolerated.

— ✦ characters i write for:

obx: rafe cameron , jj maybank

jujutsu kaisen: toji fushiguro, satoru gojo, ryōmen sukuna

aot: levi ackerman, kenny ackerman, jean kirstein, eren yeager, floch forster

hxh: chrollo lucifer

fruits basket: shigure sohma

gossip girl: chuck bass

bridgerton: benedict bridgerton, anthony bridgerton

stranger things: steve harrington, billy hargrove, eddie munson

death note: mello, light yagami, L

mcu/dc: loki, steve rogers, peter parker, bucky barnes

euphoria: nate jacobs

gotham: jim gordon, ed nygma, jerome valeska, victor zsasz

hsr: sampo, dan feng/heng, blade, aventurine, dr ratio, jing yuan

genshin: diluc, itto, scaramouche, xiao, zhongli, kaeya

and many more babes to be added..⋆.˚

@sinisternymphette 2024

[multifariousqueer]

Yall please request some Felix or Nate(or Jacob) one shots, I’m bored 😭(also I made that edit down below):

[savysxwritings]

Ten Year Anniversary - April 8th, 2025 {Drabble}

Savannah sat motionless on the edge of the bathtub, pregnancy test in hand, eyes wide and unblinking. The two lines stared back at her, bold and unmistakable. Her hands trembled as her other palm instinctively moved to her flat stomach, the enormity of the moment settling like a soft, crushing wave. She was pregnant—new life growing inside her—and yet, all she could think about was how grief and joy could coexist so loudly inside one heart. The timing wasn’t lost on her. Ten years to the day since Nathan died. Ten years since her world had cracked open, and now, here she was—remade, married, and expecting a child she already loved fiercely. And still, part of her soul remained tethered to a life she never got to live. The drive to the cemetery felt both endless and impossibly fast. Savannah clutched a folded letter in her jacket pocket, one she had written that morning through tears and whispered words. Jace had kissed her forehead gently before she left, his quiet understanding like an anchor. He knew she needed this. He always did. As she stepped out of the car, the chill of early spring wrapped around her like a memory. She walked the familiar path, each step toward Nathan's headstone stirring up images of a life that could have been—wedding plans never realized, promises made in quiet, youthful certainty. Now, those memories blurred with the sound of a second heartbeat inside her own, reminding her that time had passed, and yet love remained.

Kneeling in front of the gravestone, Savannah pressed her fingertips against the cool marble, tears slipping freely down her cheeks. “Hey, Nate,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “It’s been ten years. Ten years without your laugh, your stubbornness, your arms around me.” Her breath hitched. “And today… I found out I’m pregnant.” She let the words hang in the air, fragile and sacred. “Not with yours, obviously,” she added with a broken smile. “With Jace’s. He’s… he’s everything I never thought I’d have again. He’s good to me. You’d like him.” Her hand settled again over her belly. “But I needed you to know. I needed to tell you. Because a part of me is still yours, and I think maybe it always will be.” She placed the letter beneath the small stones she always brought—one for each year since his passing. “I love you,” she said, softer now. “And I’m okay. I promise. I’m… happy. Scared. But happy. You’d probably be laughing at how emotional I’ve gotten.” Her laugh caught on a sob, shoulders shaking. “But I carry you with me, Nate. Always. And this baby? They’ll know you. Not in the way I dreamed they would, but through the stories, through the pieces of me that you helped shape.” She closed her eyes, letting the silence wrap around her, the sun breaking through the clouds in slow golden rays. It felt like a quiet kind of blessing. As she stood to leave, Savannah looked back one last time, her heart aching in a way only time and love could teach. She wasn’t replacing Nathan—she never could. But she had found life again, and she was creating life now, too. That paradox didn’t need to be resolved, because it was all part of her truth. Grief and love weren’t opposites—they were companions. And as she placed her hand over her heart, over the child growing within her, Savannah whispered, “Thank you for loving me while you could. And thank you for letting me go when I needed to be loved again.” Then she turned, walking back down the path toward her new beginning, tears drying on her cheeks and hope rising softly in their place. Savannah hadn’t expected to see anyone at the cemetery—not today. It was too early, too personal, too sacred for visitors. But as she walked the narrow gravel path back toward the gates, her steps slowed, her heart catching in her throat. Standing near the old oak at the entrance, leaning against the rusted railing with that same careless posture he’d always had, was Julian Jacobs. The world seemed to tilt. Her breath stopped. The familiar ache of memory surged forward, quickly overtaken by the wildfire of anger that had burned in her chest for a decade.

Julian looked older now—tired in the eyes, stubble shadowing his jaw, his once-boyish charm dulled by years that hadn’t been kind. He straightened when he saw her, his face shifting from surprise to something softer—hopeful, maybe. “Sav,” he said gently, voice raspy like he hadn’t spoken her name in years. “I didn’t know you’d be here today. I just… I come every year.” But his words didn’t matter. All she could hear was the echo of tires screeching, the sound of her phone ringing that night, the last time Mason had ever called. All she could see was Julian—reckless, thoughtless Julian—who’d convinced Nathan to go out that night, for his birthday, who’d sworn they’d be back in time, who lived when Nathan didn’t. “I don’t care,” she said, her voice low and sharp like a blade, her fingers curling protectively over her stomach. “You don’t get to say his name. Not to me.” Julian’s face fell, but she pressed on, years of silence pouring out in a trembling wave. “You’re the reason he’s in the ground.” Her voice cracked, the grief still raw under the scar tissue. “You lived. And he didn’t. And I had to wake up every day after that pretending I didn’t hate you for it.” She turned as if to leave, her whole body shaking with the weight of it. But Julian didn’t move. “You think I don’t carry that every day?” he said, voice breaking. “You think I haven’t replayed it a thousand times, wishing it was me instead? I tried, Savannah. I never—never—thought that would be the last time I saw him.” He took a step forward, then paused, eyes flickering to the curve of her belly. “I didn’t come here to fight. I came because I miss him too. Every damn day.” He swallowed, pain etched in the corners of his eyes. “I lost my best friend too. But I lost you, and that still wrecks me.” Savannah stood still for a moment, the world around her strangely quiet, the weight of the last ten years pressing down hard. She wanted to scream, to run, to cry. But instead, she just whispered, “I’m pregnant.” It slipped out without thought, soft and stunning, even to her. Julian blinked, stunned. “With Jace’s?” he asked, and she nodded once, her jaw clenched. “I’m… happy,” she added quietly, though her voice trembled. “But it still hurts. And I don’t know how to forgive you. I don’t even know if I can.” She turned again, her hand resting over her heart as she walked away, leaving Julian beneath the oak tree, surrounded by ghosts. There was no peace yet—but maybe this was the start of something. Not healing. Not yet. But maybe… the beginning of the end of the war.

[nottsangel]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ my AU collection… ⊹ ࣪ ˖

a list of all the AUs you can find on my blog and the links to their content. more might be added!

au drabbles m.list. back to the nav.

♡ new girl au — all content… ♪ playlist

inspired by the show new girl. after breaking up with your cheating boyfriend, you desperately needed a new place to live. unfortunately, the best you could find was an apartment with three boys— theodore, mattheo and lorenzo. turns out, they aren’t just interested in the girls they bring over to the apartment every night… they’re even more interested in you. includes: theo, mattheo, enzo.

♡ love island au — all content… ♪ playlist

inspired by the reality show love island. on a mission to find love, you sign up for the reality show love island. alongside nine other single islanders, you move into a villa to find your soulmate. every few episodes, new islanders arrive. but if you don’t get chosen during re-coupling ceremonies, you risk being kicked off the island. includes: all the slytherin boys.

♡ the purge au — all content… ♪ playlist

inspired by the purge movies. once a year, for 12 consecutive hours, all crime is legal to let people release their rage. while extreme violence and murder erupt outside in the streets, you do your best to stay hidden in your home— but sometimes, even that isn’t enough. includes: all the slytherin boys.

♡ toxic!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

inspired by nate jacobs (euphoria). controlling, possessive, manipulative, and jealous. a master at gaslighting and twisting the truth to make you stay despite his toxic behaviour. he bottles up his emotions, is terrible at communicating, and can switch from overly sweet to ice cold in an instant. emotionally unstable, reckless, and dangerously charming— he knows how to break you, then make you think it was your fault.

♡ stalker!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

inspired by joe goldberg (you). charming, calculated, obsessive, intelligent, and skilled at problem solving. from the moment he first laid eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. keeps a little box in his room filled with your stolen belongings. won’t hesitate to kill for you— he only wants what’s best for you after all, and needs you to know that his love is real. genuinely believes that no one is good enough for you but him. read more here

♡ dealer!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

inspired by fezco (euphoria). tough, intimidating, protective, street-smart, and fiercely loyal to the people he cares about. a protector at heart, always looking out for those close to him, even when the world around him is chaotic and dangerous. beneath his tough and violent surface, there’s a soft, empathetic side, and if you’ve earned his trust, he’ll show it. you’re his peace— whenever he’s stressed, just seeing his sweet girl calms him down instantly.

♡ brother’s bsf!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

your brother’s annoying best friend who basically lives at your house, always bullying you and making snarky comments. he never shows his emotions, his true self hidden behind arrogance and cruel teasing. he acts like you’re just some dumb little girl, but beneath his indifferent facade, he hungrily watches you when he thinks you won’t notice— his wandering eyes lingering a little too long on your stunning body.

♡ bsf!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

sweet, caring, charming, and a great listener— the first person you go to with good or bad news. no matter how many girls he sleeps with, you’re always his number one. he won’t even let the girls he dates call him teddy— that nickname is reserved for you and you alone. everyone assumes you two are dating, but no, you’re ’just friends’! i mean, giving each other mind-blowing orgasms is what best friends do, right?

♡ stepbro!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

icky, sleazy, depraved, protective, and possessive. your mum is always bragging about her stepson—the perfect son and the caring older brother who takes good care of her sweet girl. he plays the role of so well, using sweet words and reassuring touches to talk you into sleeping with him behind your parents’ back. he’ll say anything to make sure you stay his— because no one else is allowed to have you. and if any man dares to try? well, theo won’t hesitate to get his hands bloody.

♡ military!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

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♡ fratboy!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

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♡ football!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

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♡ fbi!theo — all content… ♪ playlist

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♡ other aus

dad!theo. fwb!theo. ex bf!theo. academic rival!theo. mattheodore x reader. dragonott x reader. theo x reader x ron. theo x reader x pansy. perv!ron. toxic!mattheo. bsf!enzo. stepbro!mattheo. stepbro!enzo. stepbro!draco.

[casualwriters]

Enemies | Elliot x reader

Summary - Since you met Elliot you never got along with him both of your hatred matches each other as you fight like cat and dog's one night Jules and Rue we're annoyed and locked you in the room to get along.

Warnings ⚠️ Underage weed, Mention of Underage teacher & student, drugs, Cussing, mid smutty, making out.

Posted the first one before it was done here a but of a fluffy drabble ❤

Sitting in the room of Elliot, you were already annoyed school was already hammering on you all your classes were hard and nothing seem to go right, laying on Rue lap as she was playing with your hair. "Wait what!" You said snorting "you have a good side Elliot?" turning your head to him he rolled his eyes making you smirk in success, Rue raised a brow flicking your forehead not roughly but to get your attention "yes princess I do" he snarks back in hailing the Weed in his lungs. "What the fuck Rue!" You yelped as Jules laughed "can we just get along for one day?" She said stealing the joint from him "no" you and Elliot had both said at the same time, the feeling was mutual between you two did not get along maybe it was just you being stubborn or not liking new people who knew. Scoffing turning your head into Rue waist you didn't say anything allowing the three to keep talking but as normal Elliot had to open his mouth to piss you off.

"Aww is princess mad, she didn't get the last world?" He asked Jules and Rue to look at each other with a frown They knew you for a while now and when your temper comes out all shit goes loose and nothing changes. "Okay and this is coming from the previous addict, shut up Elliot" you said loudly lifting your head to match his eyes. He sat up from laying down Rue was quiet just watching the show has Jules was too.

"Says the girl who had a thing with a teacher!" Sitting up from Rue lap your blood was boiling wanting to strangle the man if your best friends would not stop you. "I was fucking drunk when I told you! You asshole."

He laughed out loud burning the Joint on the ash tray.

Rue and Jules looked at each other Jules spoke up "should we stop them?" She asked concerned at the both of you saying the awful things to one another. Rue snicker falling on her back "maybe " she said covering the pillow in her face.

The bickering kept at it for Fifteen more minutes silence than side remarks from one each other the buzz of the weed was gone as you raised a brow "stop staring at me!" You turned your head to see Elliot starting at your back side with a small smirk "I am gonna kill him Rue!" Jules was fed up standing up "that enough!" She yelled turning her head to Rue

"No you two are staying here" she smirked Rue zoned out "what?" She asked as she was getting dragged up by Jules, looking toward Elliot had he rolled his eyes " you can't just leave us here?" He asked calmly, Jules turned the doorknob as both of them walk out.

Click you both were lock into a room together.

"Guys get the fuck back here!" Yelling at the door the

What turned your head was the drop of a shirt that made the quietness louder, you swore your cheeks were redder than before seeing him shirtless,

"Like what you see Princess?" He laughed a bit shaking your head you slide down the door knees up to your chest. "What are you doing Elliot?" He shrugged "if I am gonna be locked in a room better get comfortable," he says he had a point you thought you been in your school clothes, all day and it nearly six at night maybe this was weird but you didn't want to be in jeans all night, standing up from the door seeing that Elliot was already in a shirt and sweats you walked to his closet but before grabbing one of his long shirts he interrupted "no what are you doing?" He asked making you roll your eyes I knew he was not gonna let me grab one

"What do you want?" He stood up walking over there, to you a joint in between his lips, not wondering when he lit that, "want a puff?" He ignored the question you two were strangely close to noise, to noise has the puff came out and through is noise. You were frozen you hated standing so close to him it made you angry but gave you butterflies, in your stomach could not say a word you nodded. A small smile spread across his lips as you open your lips and wrap yours around the joint he chuckle looking at you. There was something different to Elliot something not so tamed, he was always put together and chill a free spirit, but now he looked like he wanted something and that may be you.

"Pretty when your mouth close," he said coughing when he pulled the joint away "shut up," you said in between laughs, as he smirked, "okay you can borrow my shirt." Your mouth was open have you growled what a dick, you thought not even remembering there was a door you could close to the closet, changing quickly as Elliot was back in his bed and watching you. Just in one of his shirts you hoped on the bed closing your eyes, the day was stressful and now you were stuck with someone you had never wanted to be in a million of years.

"Why do you hate me?" The question was blunt, and Elliot was taken off guard, turning your body to meet them has you wait for an answer.

The smoke was blown into the air, has he just finished opening the window up a crack.

"Y/n I never hated you, you just didn't give me a chance" sighing you nodded "I know" he raised an eyebrow as he burned out the joint laying it to rest. "I know I am not the easiest to get along with, it just" he shakes his head "don't need to explain yourself." Smiling at that you chuckled leaning over your hair dropping over your face pushing the blond curls as they dance in your fingers. "Why that?" You asked. "Because you more than just what on the surface, your not that bad, you are very funny when your comfortable, or sweet when someone you care about his hurt, your just nervous to show it to me."

First, you were shocked looking at him he said nothing, but you felt an urge something you never did but you wanted to dance with the devil and take your luck with this. Leaning in you kissed him, at first he was shocked but melted in the kiss has his arms wrapped around your waist a small gasp escaped your mouth as he flipped you so you were now back first he chuckled "you sure still have that spark" he said making your face blush "even in the bedroom" you smirked, " maybe I find out." He said. He deepen the kiss a small moan escaped your mouth has your hands scattered to his hands tugging a bit he pulled away finally you could see a small blush on his tan cheeks. "I didn't help the group with being a raging bitch" he shakes his head putting his hand in your own,

"You may be right but everyone has their issues," he said "like my issue is finding you beautiful and having some feelings" you laugh out loud "shut up!" You said grabbing the pillow hitting him with it. Elliot looked up at you the hair falling in your face has he kissed your lips, when the door open.

Jules and Rue walked in has she Grabbed the money out of her pocket Jules scoffed playfully

"Fine you were right" Rue snicker

"Get up and make room you love birds!" Moving out of the way before Rue flopped in the middle causing you four to laugh.

[indefiniteimagines]

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