#ts nate

[elloras]

First Close Up // Last Close Up

[1slurpy]

big Nate version of this meme (I did Francis cause he’s me fr)

[chenfordswopez]

Black Dog (T7S) || Friends In Low Places (T9S)

[sturnslutz]

the beginning

first actual intro fic of this au/series ts??? a/n at the end of this

the second you rolled down the window, that salty cape cod air hit you straight in the face. it smelled like sunscreen, seaweed, and nostalgia—if nostalgia had a scent—and it made your chest tighten in that weird way. not bad, just… like something was about to happen.

“i swear to fucking god,” solina said from the backseat, practically crawling over your shoulder, “if matt got taller again, i’m throwing hands.”

you snorted, flicking her forehead. “you say that every summer, lina.”

“and i mean it every time, pearl.” she shot back, grinning like a maniac.

your mom gave you a look in the rearview. “can we please not start the violence before we get there? at least wait until we��ve said hello.”

“no promises.” solina muttered.

the car crunched to a stop on the familiar gravel driveway, and just like that, you were back. the sturniolo house looked exactly the same. white paint that needed a touch up, blue shutters that chris claimed gave it “character” and the porch swing that was one gust of wind away from falling off.

on the porch stood marylou and jimmy, smiling like you’d never been gone. and leaning against the railing, and arguing about god knows what, were the triplets.

matt was right there. hair longer than last summer, sun catching on the tips. he had that lazy smirk on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing, and when his eyes caught yours, something in your stomach flipped so violently you thought you might actually die.

“YO!” chris yelled, hopping over the railing because of course he did. “pearl’s finally here. we were about to eat the cake without you.”

you grinned, stepping out of the car. “you would, asshole.” “damn right,” he said, pulling you into a hug that nearly knocked you over. “you look different. like, in a hot way. don’t make it weird.”

“it’s already weird,” you said, shoving him, but you were laughing. nick was next, hugging you tight and whispering, “bitch. bitch. you look insane. matt’s gonna pass the fuck out.”

“nick, shut the fuck up,” you hissed, cheeks burning. he just winked and skipped off to help solina with bags, leaving you to deal with marylou, who immediately smothered you like the queen she was.

“happy belated birthday, sweetheart! we’ve got cake, we’ve got dinner, and nobody’s allowed to make plans tonight. it’s your night, okay? i’ve been waiting for this all week.”

you hugged her tight, smiling into her shoulder. “missed you guys.”

“missed you too, honey,” she said, patting your back. “and wait ‘til you see the cake. pink frosting, just how you like it.”

your mom came around the car, arms full of bags. “marylou, you didn’t have to go all out again. she’s already spoiled enough.”

marylou waved her off. “oh, hush. she only turns eighteen once.” “and we are celebrating all weekend.” your mom said, nudging you. “i brought basically all of her swimsuits, just in case anyone forgets she’s now someone i have to worry about.”

“mom.” you groaned.

“what? i’m just saying. you look great, hon.”

matt hadn’t said anything yet, just watched you with that unreadable expression. you walked up to him, tilting your head.

“hey.”

his smile widened. “hey, birthday girl.” he pulled you into a hug, one hand resting lightly on your waist, and yeah… maybe he had gotten taller. “missed you.”

you couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face. “missed you too.”

solina cleared her throat dramatically behind you. “so, are we going to stand here all day or what?”

jimmy laughed. “let’s get your stuff inside. and nobody’s touching that cake until after dinner, capisce?”

“we’ll see about that.” chris said as he hopped through the house, making his way to the kitchen.

“yeah, we know fatass. see he’s already running to the kitchen, even though he was just there. 10 minutes ago.” he yelled out before talking to you, solina and matt.

lina laughed. “is nate coming over today?” she asks as she holds the door open for the rest of you. matt gave you a weird look before looking back at her. “yeah, probably after dinner. kid only wants the cake.”

after some time getting unpacked and eating dinner, (not without the unmistakable tension between you and the boys,) it’s time for cake. nate shows up record time after chris texted him that they’re done with dinner, a knock erupting loudly against the front door. “open up!”

solina’s face lit up and looked at you and you smiled. “go say hi,” you mouthed and she shook her head. “i can’t.” she mouthed back and you rolled your eyes.

nathan came running in, probably a bit drunk, and wrapped his arms around you from around the chair, smothering your hair in kisses. “pearl! so good to fuckin’ see you, kid.” nate’s boston accent was very obvious , even though he literally lived in cape cod.

you smiled as you patted his arms. “hey nate.” you looked up at solina, and she didn’t have the best expression. you never really see this face from her, but when she noticed you looking at her, she gave a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

the cake finally came out, and it looked like something out of a bakery window. pink frosting piled high, way too many sprinkles, and your name written in big, loopy letters. marylou really did go all out, and it was so obnoxiously perfect that you almost wanted to cry.

“okay,” nate said, leaning over your shoulder, “if you don’t eat that corner piece, i will.”

“try me.” you shot back, smacking his hand to which he gasped at, exaggerating.

“friends, friends,” chris said, sliding up next to you and tossing an arm over your shoulders, “no need to fight. i’m happy to feed pearl. with my own hands, if necessary.”

you blinked. “what the hell.” nick laughed so hard he nearly choked on frosting. “you’re disgusting.”

“what?” chris grinned, leaning into you a little. “just being a gentleman.”

you elbowed him, but he didn’t move. “you’re definitely something.” he winked. “you’re welcome.”

matt watched the exchange from across the table, spoon in his mouth, eyes narrowed just slightly. you caught it, the flicker of something, and he quickly looked away, back to his cake like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

your stomach twisted.

you weren’t sure if it was from the sugar or the way matt kept not looking at you.

later, when the kitchen was a wreck of empty plates and a table full of crumbs and pieces of cake, everyone migrated to the back porch, sprawled out under the string lights. the air was cooler now, but still humid.

nick pulled out his phone, camera already rolling. “alright, truth or dare, bitches. no backing out.”

“absolutely not,” your mom called from inside. “you guys can not break anything this year.” marylou followed it up with, “and no skinny dipping! please. last year was enough.”

solina snorted. “that wasn’t even us.”

“it was chris.” your mom corrected.

“guilty.” chris grinned, not even pretending to be sorry.

nick flopped onto the porch steps, eyes on you. “pearl, truth or dare.” you groaned. “you’re really coming for me first?”

“obviously.”

you glanced at solina, who gave you a do it look. matt was sitting nearby, stretching out his legs, eyes flicking to you over the rim of his soda. chris was eyeing you while he moved from his seat with nate, next to you.

“fine. truth.”

nick smirked like he’d been waiting for this. “who do you think is the hottest triplet?”

immediate chaos. chris gasped dramatically, matt nearly spit out his drink, and even jimmy, from inside, yelled, “i don’t wanna know!”

you laughed so hard you nearly doubled over. “nick, you bitch.”

“answer the question, pearl.” solina said, eyes wide, eating this up.

you looked at all three of them. chris, grinning like an idiot, leaning in like he already knew what you’d say, matt, quiet, watching you, waiting.

“okay,” you said slowly, dragging it out, “it’s definitely not nick.”

“rude!” nick clutched his chest like you stabbed him.

you pretended to think, tapping your chin. “hmm. it’s a tie.” chris raised a brow. “between?”

“chris and matt.” you said, shrugging like it meant nothing, but your pulse was fucking insane.

nate and nick were already dying laughing. “oh my god, this is better than i thought.”

matt just looked at you, something in his eyes you couldn’t quite name.

chris bumped your leg with his. “so what you’re saying is, i’ve got a chance.”

you leaned in, close enough that he froze. “not a big one.”

his jaw dropped. “damn.”

“harsh,” solina cackled. “but fair.”

you met matt’s eyes again, and this time, he didn’t look away.

you couldn’t either.

a/n : ok how do we feel… what team are u on? do we like solina? nate? what’s ur thoughts? SPILLLLL

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[cams-cult]

BE RIGHT BACK⭐️

↬softdom!matt x clingy!reader

IN WHICH↬ you’re too clingy with matt, so he fucks you in front of a mirror.

warnings↬ smut, unprotected sex (youre on the pill) humiliation kink, pet names, prob more i’m too lazy to continue

“sweetheart i have to go” matt says as he tries to detach you from his chest. “wan’ go with you” you whine desperately, trying to get him to oblige to take you with him to this thing at nates. you couldn’t get enough of matt recently. you clung to his arm almost everywhere you went. every night you’d snuggle into his chest, never wanting him to leave you. you just took advantage of him because he was yours. only yours.

“baby—baby you know i can’t” his tone turns serious, you were making him late to his hangout. “please matt” you beg as he successfully gets you off of him.

“i’ve told you a million times no.” he says as he crosses his arms “i have to go now, ill be right back later” he says sternly as he kisses your forehead and heads out of the house.

“but mat-“ door closes.

matt loved your clinginess, how you loved him and never left him. but sometimes he just needed to go and you either made him late because you wouldn’t stop asking if you too could accompany him, or because you were whining about him leaving and begging him to stay. that part of the clinginess drove him nuts, but he dealt with it because he loved you.

you huff and cross your arms as you do as your told and wait. you wanted so badly to go with him, but it was a “guy thing” as matt told you.

you thought it was a bunch of bs that he couldn’t take you, but you still waited anyways.

about 3 hours pass of him being gone and you were on his bed waiting for him. you were growing impatient as the minutes went by, but with it being your luck in walked matt.

his eyes met yours as you both smile at one another.

you spring off of his bed and run into his arms excitedly. his arms wrap around your waist and squeeze it. “someone missed me, hm?” he teases as he kisses your cheek.

“you were gone too long” you complain, pouting like a spoiled kid. “poor baby” he coos, cupping your face in his hand.

“my needy girl, always needing and needing, yeah?” he coos as he slides one hand up your shirt, the other still cupping your face. “m’ not needy, just missed you ts’ all” you shrug.

his hand traces your waist, tracing everything really. your skin was soft, it was always soft. that was one of matt’s favorite attributes about you.

“shes lying now, look at her” he smirks as he takes his hand off of your face, grabbing both of your hips. “m’ not lying” you protest earning a smirk from him.

“how was nates?” you quickly change the subject “boring—chris was actin’ a fuckin’ fool, nick was bein’ nick, and then there was just nate who didn’t bother anyone and just did his own thing” he explains as he moves one of his hands off of your waist to play with your hair.

“i missed you” you say as you gaze into his eyes. “i figured as much” he rolls his eyes as he kisses your cheek. “you never take me anywhere with you, always leavin’ me at home by myself—no one to hang on to” you go on about how he supposedly doesn’t care, obviously joking, but mainly saying it to get a rise out of him.

matt’s face was one of annoyance, he had had it with your constant whining and complaining. wanting and needing to do something about it, something to keep your mind occupied.

out of nowhere, he interlocks his fingers with yours, leading you to the bathroom. as the both of you make it to the bathroom, he closes the door and locks it.

he pins you against the bathroom counter and his lips meet yours in a rough kiss. both of your tongues fight for dominance instantaneously as he bites your bottom lip, pulling away.

confused you look at him and raise an eyebrow “what’re we doing in here, matt?” you ask as he flips you in front of the mirror, yanking your sweats down.

“since you want me on you so bad—you’re gonna look at what i do to you” he smirks as he yanks your panties down alongside your sweats. “matt” you blush as you look down. he takes notice to this and reaches in front of you to make you look at your reflection “ah—ah—ah” he says “look at yourself while i fuck you” he smirks.

your eyes grow wide as you turn around and look at him “look at myself while you—what?” you raise an eyebrow, as you feel a wetness in between your thighs.

“ya heard me—now be a good girl and turn around f’me ” he demands as he motions for you to turn around, gripping your hips.

your heartbeat increases rapidly with anticipation, wondering what exactly his next move would be. this whole situation was new. matt had never done anything like this before.

you can hear the unbuckling of his belt as he moves his bulge up against your bare ass earning a soft moan from you. “feel that?” his hot breath hits your ear sending chills down your spine. “answer me” he demands as he bends you over more, your lip hiding under your teeth “f-feel it—” you stammer.

“i bet you’re gonna take me with no hesitation, hm?” he grinds his hard on into your ass. “i bet you’d do it any time i asked ya’ to—my greedy girl” he grunts.

he then pulls down his boxers and thrusts into you no warning. the both of you gasp at the same time as he gives you time to adjust “fuck—matt” you whimper as he begins slowly thrusting his hips in and out of you.

“if you look away from yourself one time, i’ll stop” he growls his thrusts becoming faster. you try your hardest to remain eye contact with yourself as he ruins you, biting your lip.

“matt please—“ you whine as he thrusts into you. not being sure you can do what all he’s telling you to. “take it, you can do it i know ya’ can” he groans. you were intrigued at this new idea of his, it both sparked your interest and embarrassed you.

“i bet you like this, seeing yourself get ruined, hm?” he grunts as he thrusts into you from behind, bending you farther over the counter.

you really did like it, it was the hottest thing matt had ever did with you. of course you’d never tell him that, but you loved it. loved being used, how he degraded you as he did it. it was so hot.

but then there was the part of you who also hated this, hated being in front of the mirror as he takes you like this. how vulnerable it all felt. but that quickly washed away because it was matt after all. he knew what he was doing.

“good girl..” he praises, watching your actions closely while behind you, seeing that you’ve yet to break eye contact with yourself. “y’look so fuckin’ good like this” he grabs your hair, pulling it out of your face so he could see your face better, seeing how good he was making you feel.

he knew this would make or break you, so he analyzed your every movement to make sure you wouldnt break eye contact. he was too invested in his little idea now to stop. he knew how his words affected you.

you manage to hold up, taking his praise and demands, never once looking away. you didn’t want him to stop, he knew that, but he also knew you were bound to look away and that both amused and bummed him.

he continues pounding into you, his thrusts getting deeper, hitting that spot that made you crazy so good. your moans were soft, but the more he hit your g-spot the louder they were getting. but you were starting to get flustered, starting to look down and matt takes notice quick. “don’t you dare fuckin’ look down—keep lookin’ “ he demands as he thrusts into you harder than ever.

matt couldn’t stop, even after he said he would. this idea made him crazy. he loved how you looked like this, how you were listening to him so well, how you were taking him so well. you felt so good wrapped around him. it’s like you were made for him. as much as you drove him crazy, you drove him crazy.

you knew you drove matt crazy, but you knew how much he loved you and how much he wouldn’t break your heart. he wasn’t like that, you knew that. matt knew you like the back of his hand. he knew how to get you going.

you moan loudly, still managing to look at yourself, but still flustered about the whole situation. your mind only became focused on one thing. that one thing being the familiar knot forming in your tummy. you had to keep looking.

“matt—m’ so close” you whine as his thrusts become sloppy. “me too, baby—shit” he grunts as he grips your hips.

“feels sso’ good matt” you bite your lip, your reflection staring back at you. “i know baby—i know” he coos as he continues on, the both of you on edge.

“doin’ so good f’me—lookin’ at yourself get ruined..” he praises. you blush and bite your lip “m’ gonna cum—” you whine. “fuck—me too” he says as his thrusts get sloppy. he shoots his warm load in you, you both finish at the same time and he pulls out, both of your juices mixing together.

“such a good girl” he says as he kisses your forehead, turning you around to face him. “while we’re in here, let’s get ourselves cleaned up, yeah?”

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taglist: @chrislilcumslvt @sturns-mermaid

[taliawinters]

sorry to add to this later but I forgot to grab screenshots last time:

Davrin: We think of the blight as this monstrous force, with no mercy, no compassion. Evil incarnate.

Davrin: Instead, it's a caged animal, mistreated an imprisoned for centuries, until all it knows is fear.

Rook: What does this mean for darkspawn? Should we be trying to help them?

Emmrich: I don't believe so. If the blight is a corrupted dream, darkspawn may be mindless manifestations of its anger.

Davrin: Right. They're not people. We're never going to get through to them.

And I understand that none of these people were in Amaranthine in 9:31 Dragon, I do, but we know, factually, that they are wrong. The darkspawn are people, which we know from the DLC and the novels, and they are capable of speech, critical thinking, and produce art.

We know that some of them, even the ones that were not freed from the call by The Architect, posses a sense of individuality - the DA:O codex entry for the hurlock notes that they will tattoo themselves based on kills and deeds, for example. Even Veilguard itself will note that emissaries are more clever than genlocks, even taunting their enemies with words.

Again. I know the Veilguard characters don't know this. But I do. And I am sad.

look, Inquisition already seemed to not care for it all that much (even though The Descent DLC exists and your big antagonist is, quite literally, one of the OG Magisters) but. the darkspawn.

I need Veilguard to look me in the eye and explain to me why Dragon Age: Awakening and The Calling established the Architect as a character and then flat out made sure to tell us that

the darkspawn

are mind controlled

are beings with thoughts and hopes and dreams and wants

and then we just. never talked about it again. sure, we admit they're mind controlled, but. don't you dare worry about what that actually means.

thanks. love that. 👍🏻

[elloras]

[ennkis]

SUPER RICH KIDS (marc guiu x reader) pt.2 here

summary : in which fans notice a familiar footballer in the likes of their favorite "super (humble) rich kid"

face claim : wolfiecindy (+ lissie mackintosh)

notes : frank ocean come back !!!!!!!!! might make this a series... this idea came to me in a dream so it might be a lil dumb. gave them a family name and made the dads face claim toto wolff (lmfao) bcs its easier so js ignore that !!! translated spanish is questionable..

pairings : marc guiu x fem!famous!reader

y/n ramsay, the only daughter of peter ramsay, a man considered to be one of the most influential men in the world, the owner of mercedes. not just the formula one team, the whole ass car brand. he is considered a self-made multi billionaire and single dad of two. as a daughter of a man with such high status, it came with exposure. y/n had her own little fandom, girls and boys who admired her beauty, lifestyle and enjoyed her personality. the girl was beloved by many, even celebrities found her videos and instagram posts entertaining. she had a natural charm that drew people in, and amongst those people there was a certain footballer, a certain teammate of her brother known as the one and only, marc guiu.

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ynramsay monaco nights

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user rawrwrrwrwrwrrr

user HERMOSA

nateramsay wtf without me ?

- ynramsay yeah!!! loser..

user marc and jude in the likes lmao

- user i need to see nates reaction

user + 1000000 aura for her beauty

user idk whats prettier, the view or you

user felt the aura way back in december

judebellingham what a view 😍😍

- user shes not picking u jude (visca el barca!!)

- user marc fight back ???

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ynramsay read the spanish love deception and now im here

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judebellingham madrid is better smh..

- ynramsay visca el barca bitch

peteramsay wow i look good

nateramsay where am i ???

- ynramsay dw youll get a personal post ig

marcguiu9 linda 😻 (pretty)

- nateramsay yo marc.. ¿qué carajo? 😁 (what the fuck)

- hctorforrt_ eres marc bastante idiota (you're pretty stupid marc)

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ynramsay @nateramsay am i doing this right ???

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nateramsay eh.. could be worse

user okay guys.. y/n & hector OR y/n & marc..

- user marc & y/n definetly

- user nuh uh hector and y/n would make a cute couple

- user neither???? guys omg leave them alone

user barca girls stay on top

marcguiu9 the team's lucky charm !!

- user bros down BAD

- user - 10,000 aura for simping

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marcguiu9 VAMOS !!! tres puntos están en casa !!

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user bro has the inlaws in his likes

- user and they claim theyre "friends" ... if my "friends" dad was liking my posts id assume were married with seven kids and a dog

ynramsay marcaría un hattrick 🤓☝🏼

- marcguiu9 me gustaría verte intentarlo

user were winning the ucl !! (im going insane)

- user were so back !! (we are not making it past the group stage)

user la masia boys have some kind of fine gene in them its crazy

ynramsay formula is still better sorry bro

- marcguiu9 you trippin dawg 😹😹😹

- user just get married lord...

- user theyre literally built for eachother i swear

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ynramsay meanwhile in my head

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user mother is mothering

user the prettiest

user an angel sent from heaven, deadass.

marcguiu9 ¿eres un rayo? proque eres mcqueen. (are you lighnting? because you're mcqueen)

- nateramsay WEAAAAAK. next

- marcguiu9 can you be the sally to my mcqueen??

- nateramsay better.. u got my approval

- peteramsay not mine !!!

user 11 million likes on ts post jesus marc u got some competition

user the finest girl in the world

user girlie got the whole barca roster in her likes

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ynramsay barca weekend things !!

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user mother is mothering

user wifey, are you cheating on me?

user IS THAT MARCS HAND ???????

user guys that's me please respect our privacy!!

user i think it's hector tbh..

- user nah thats so randon

- user they're clearly just friends

user wasnt expecting a heartbreak today

user im sorry but it looks like marc

- user a HAND looks like marc ???????

marcguiu9 vroom

- ynramsay vroom indeed

- user yall...

peteramsay aprobado 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼

- marcguiu9 VAMOOOOOOOS

might be a series or whatever :3 just pls request something

[chenfordswopez]

Should've held on, should've treated me right

I gave you one chance, you don't get it twice

Niknate (Nikki's pov) - Bite Me (Avril Lavigne)

[congratsloserr]

rafe got giggling and kicking my feet like stawppp

nate baby.. imma need you to completely MOVE

you said i have to trust more freely - r.c series (three)

requested here; (one); (two)

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (the duff inspired) word count: 5.4k

You hadn’t planned for that kiss to happen the other day.

It was supposed to be all part of the game, of the plan.

You just wanted to learn things properly. Right? But you knew, you had wanted it, and worse, you had liked it.

God, what the hell were you doing?

He was Rafe Cameron. Cocky, rich, your nightmare with a reputation that should have sent you running in the opposite direction. And yet, here you were, feeling the ghost of his lips against yours, wondering what would’ve happened if he hadn’t pulled back. If you hadn’t let the spell break.

"Focus," you muttered to yourself, shaking your head like you could shake him off too. You had bigger things to worry about—like Nate.

Remember Nate? The whole point of this was to get him to notice you, to finally realize that you were more than just the girl he studied with. You weren’t supposed to be getting caught up with Rafe Cameron’s sudden vulnerability or, God forbid, catching feelings for him.

You groaned, running a hand through your hair as you turned down the street toward your apartment. But no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, the thought of Rafe stayed with you for hours, sneaking its way back in every time you thought you’d pushed it out for good.

What was it about him, anyway? He was hot, sure. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way he looked at you sometimes, like he was seeing something deeper. Like there was more to this than either of you were willing to admit. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe you were starting to want him to see more.

By the time you reached your door, you had spiraled enough to know you needed a distraction. So you did what any girl in your situation would do: you grabbed your phone and texted Harper back.

You: Movie night better include wine. Lots of wine.

Her reply came almost immediately.

Harper <3:  “Already taken care of, babe. See you soon.”

You smiled to yourself, feeling a little better. It was exactly what you needed. Maybe after a few glasses of wine and some cheesy rom-coms, you’d finally stop thinking about that stupid kiss.

As you closed the door behind you and flopped onto your bed, your phone buzzed again. Expecting it to be Harper, you lazily reached for it, but your heart nearly stopped when you saw Rafe’s name instead.

Rafe: got your notes ready for tomorrow? or should i just show up and charm my way through it?

You stared at the screen for a second, unsure whether to laugh or throw your phone across the room. Why did he always have to do this? Act like nothing had changed when everything felt different?

Not that you were any better.

Finally, you typed back.

You: “depends. can ur charm get you through an entire chapter on portuguese colonization?”

His reply came almost instantly. Like he’d been waiting for yours.

Rafe: “we both know my charm can get me through anything.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the stupid smile tugging at your lips.

You: “let’s not test that theory. see you tomorrow.”

You tossed your phone aside, willing yourself not to overthink the fact that just seeing his name pop up on your screen made your heart race.

You were going to get through this. Nate was your goal. This thing with Rafe was just a detour. A very distracting, very complicated detour that you’d handle... eventually.

But tonight? Tonight was for your girls, your movies, and drowning out the chaos in your head with as much wine as it took to stop thinking about blue eyes and stupid smirks.

Later that night, you found yourself sprawled out on Ava’s couch, surrounded by blankets and popcorn, watching some cheesy rom-com that Harper had picked out. The glow of the TV cast a soft light over the room, but your mind was still elsewhere. Even with your best friends beside you, laughing and making snide comments about the movie, your thoughts kept drifting back to him.

It wasn’t just the kiss—although that had definitely been messing with your head lately—it was everything. The way he’d been acting, the things he’d said, the stupid nickname that you couldn’t seem to shake. Harper and Ava had a point, but they didn’t know Rafe like you did. Not anymore, at least. You’d seen sides of him recently that no one else had, and while you weren’t exactly sure what to make of it, there was something there. Something more than just the cocky rich boy everyone saw.

You sighed, reaching for another handful of popcorn, but Harper, ever the perceptive one, caught the look on your face before you could hide it.

“You’ve been quiet,” she said, nudging your leg with her foot. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Yeah, you’ve barely roasted this movie,” Ava added, throwing a piece of popcorn at you. “That’s not like you.”

You didn't want to get into it, “Just tired, I guess. Long day.”

Harper wasn’t buying it, though. She turned the volume on the TV down and sat up, crossing her legs underneath her. “Okay, spill. This is about Rafe, isn’t it?”

You groaned, covering your face with a pillow. “Can we not talk about him ?”

“Nope,” Harper said, yanking the pillow away. “Not until you tell us what’s going on. I know a liar when I see one."

Busted.

“Did something happen?”

You hesitated, glancing between the two of them. They were your best friends, and you knew they only wanted what was best for you. But the whole thing with Rafe felt complicated, like more than just a stupid crush. Still, you couldn’t keep it all bottled up forever.

“Fine,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “There was... a kiss.”

Harper’s jaw practically dropped. “A kiss? With Rafe?”

“When did this happen?” Ava demanded, practically bouncing in her seat. “Why didn’t you tell us earlier?”

“I was scared!” You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again as you thought back to that moment in the library, “He knew I never kissed anyone and offered.”

“Wait, what? Your first kiss was with Rafe freaking Cameron?”

Ava gasped, covering her mouth in shock. “He offered? What the hell does that even mean? Did he just, like, present his lips to you like some weirdo?”

You groaned, wishing you could shrink into the couch and disappear.

“It wasn’t like that, okay? We were talking, and it came up. I told him I hadn’t kissed anyone, and then he was all, ‘I can fix that,’ or something. It just... happened a few days later.”

“So, what was it like? Was it good? Did he use tongue? I need details, girl.”

Harper elbowed her. “Ava! Let her breathe, she’s clearly still processing.”

You felt your cheeks heat up even more as you fidgeted with a loose string on your sweater. “I don’t know. I mean, yeah, it was good, okay? Really good. But it’s Rafe, and now everything’s weird, and I don’t know what to do.”

Harper’s expression softened,  “Okay, I’m trying to wrap my head around this. You’ve hated Rafe for, like, ever, right? And now, all of a sudden, you’re kissing him? What about Nate?”

“I know!” you groaned again, throwing your head back against the couch.

Ava looked like she was about to explode. “So... do you like him? Because it sounds like you’re starting to like him.”

“No! Maybe? I don’t know.” You buried your face in your hands. “I wasn’t supposed to like him. It wasn’t part of the plan. But then he had to go and be all... different. Like, he’s still Rafe, but sometimes he’s—I don’t know, sweet? Ugh, that sounds ridiculous.”

Harper sighed, shaking her head slowly. “Babe, if you’re getting all messed up over a guy like Rafe, this could be a problem.”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered. You didn’t want to like Rafe. He was the last person you should be catching feelings for. 

“Guys like him? They’ll pull you in, mess with your head, and leave you confused as hell.”

“I know,” you said, hating how true that sounded. “But it’s not just that. There’s something else. Like, when we’re alone, he’s— I don’t know. He lets his guard down, and I see a side of him that I don’t think anyone else does. He's weirdly honest."

Harper raised an eyebrow. “You sure you’re not catching feelings?”

You let out a frustrated sigh, flopping back against the couch. “I don’t even know anymore. I thought this was just a stupid kiss, but now it feels like everything’s different. And it’s so dumb because I should be focused on Nate!"

Ava and Harper exchanged a glance, both of them looking concerned. Harper was the first to speak.

“Okay, maybe this is a sign you need to figure out what you really want. Do you want to keep chasing Nate, or... do you want to see where things go with Rafe?”

You blinked, the question hitting you harder than you expected. What did you want? Nate had always been the plan—nice, safe, uncomplicated Nate. 

It wasn’t just the kiss. It was how you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His stupid grin, the way he’d tease you but also get serious for like, two seconds, just long enough to make you question everything.

You sighed, pushing your hair out of your face, “This was a terrible mistake.”

Harper crossed her arms, studying you. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. Call him.”

“What?!” You sat up, heart racing. “No way. I can’t just call him out of nowhere.”

“Yes, you can,” Ava chimed in, nodding like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Here’s the test—if he picks up right away, it means he’s been thinking about you too. If he doesn’t? Then maybe he’s just playing games.”

You stared at them like they’d just suggested jumping off a cliff. “Are you guys serious? There’s no way I’m doing that. You're not serious."

Harper smirked, grabbing your phone off the table and holding it out to you. “Do it. Right now. Trust me, if he cares, he’ll pick up.”

What kind of fucked up science was that? Rafe? Liking you? It was ridiculous. There was no way. Not when he'd been with so many girls, kissed even more, and never gave you a second glance. You were just...there.

Your stomach twisted in knots. “What if he doesn’t answer? What if he thinks I’m weird for calling at night? What if I just— explode from embarrassment?”

Ava waved her hand dismissively. “If he doesn’t answer, then you know where you stand. But if he does... well, that’s another story. And I highly doubt you’ll explode. Just call him and see.”

You took a deep breath, staring at your phone like it was about to bite you. It felt reckless, terrifying even. But you were curious too—what would happen if you actually did it? Would he care? Would he answer?

“Fine,” you muttered, grabbing the phone from Harper and quickly finding Rafe’s name in your contacts before you could change your mind.

Ava grinned, leaning in. “Ooh, this is gonna be good.”

“I thought you hated him—"

“Call him!”

You hit call, holding your breath as the phone rang once, twice—

And then, to your absolute horror, it stopped. He picked up.

“Hey,” Rafe’s voice came through, “Everything okay?”

Your heart jumped into your throat.

You glanced at Harper and Ava, who were both staring at you like this was the most exciting thing to ever happen. You cleared your throat, trying to sound normal, like you hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes freaking out about calling him.

“Uh, yeah, everything’s fine,” you said, cringing at how awkward you sounded. “I just... wanted to see if you were ready for tomorrow’s study session.”

Lame. So, so lame.

Rafe chuckled softly. “You called me at night to ask about studying? I didn’t know I was that irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was pounding. “Don’t flatter yourself, Cameron.”

He laughed again, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Too late. Anyway, I’m ready for tomorrow. Was studying really the reason you called?”

You glanced at Harper and Ava, who were both nodding furiously, encouraging you to say something—anything that wasn’t study-related.

“Well... maybe not just that,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

There was a pause on the other end, and when he spoke again, his tone was softer, more serious. “I’m glad you called.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You weren’t sure what to say, so you just muttered, “Yeah, me too.”

There was another moment of silence, like you were both trying to figure out what to say next.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Rafe said, his voice a little lower, almost... warmer? “Night.”

“Night,” you replied, and then the call ended.

You dropped your phone onto the couch, staring at it like it had just turned into a bomb.

Harper squealed. “He picked up right away! And he was flirty! Oh my God, he likes you!”

Ava clapped her hands, bouncing on the couch. “I knew it! He’s totally into you. Nevermind what we said earlier. Rafe Cameron is into you. We were wrong. Scratch the whole 'he’s just messing with your head' thing. He’s definitely catching feelings.”

You scowled, “Where’s your backbone? Five minutes ago, you were all, ‘Rafe’s trouble, don’t fall for it,’ and now you’re practically shipping us?”

Harper shrugged, unapologetic. “Yeah, but that was before he picked up right away and sounded all soft. That’s different, babe.”

“Exactly!” Ava chimed in. “Nate who?”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know. He’s... safe. And uncomplicated. Why am I even entertaining this idea of Rafe?”

Harper raised an eyebrow. “Because safe doesn’t make your heart race. And it sure as hell doesn’t make you stay up all night overthinking. If you were so into Nate, you wouldn’t be calling Rafe at night. Or letting him kiss you!”

You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. They had a point, as annoying as it was. Nate might’ve been the goal, but Rafe was what had your head spinning. You groaned again, flopping back against the couch.

Sure, maybe he’d been acting a little off lately. Like, sometimes he’d actually ask you how your day was or show up when he knew you’d be around. You didn’t think much of it, though. That’s just how it was with guys like Rafe—he probably wanted something, or maybe he was just bored.

You huffed, feeling your cheeks heat up. “It’s just so stupid. He’s Rafe. He’s... ugh, he’s complicated, and I don’t even know if he’s serious, or if he’s just bored, or what. And now I’ve kissed him, and I can’t stop thinking about it, and—”

“And now you’re realizing that maybe Nate isn’t what you really want after all,” Harper finished.

You sighed, hugging a pillow to your chest. “What am I supposed to do now?”

He’d flirt, he’d flash that stupid grin, and then he’d move on like nothing ever happened. Why would you be different? 

“Easy. You figure out what you want. Not what Nate wants, not what Rafe wants. You. And until then, just... enjoy. No one said you had to decide everything right now.”

Harper nodded in agreement, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze.

“Yeah. Take it slow. And for tonight, let’s just not overthinking every little thing, okay?”

Yet, you thought about him all night. You’d seen the way he treated other girls. He’d throw them those lazy smiles, the ones that practically screamed I’ll forget your name by tomorrow, and it always seemed to work.

They all fell for it—why wouldn’t they? Rafe was good at getting what he wanted, and he never stuck around long enough for things to get messy. You? You were invisible up until recently. He only paid attention when he felt like pissing you off. Your friends had to be reading too much into things.

This was Rafe. The same Rafe who was impossible to figure out, who never took anything seriously—least of all you. There was no way he liked you. 

But the next day came way too fast, and you were paying for it. Hard.

You groaned as you dragged yourself into the library, sunglasses on like they were going to somehow shield you from the pounding headache.

Harper and Ava had insisted on one more glass of wine, which of course, turned into two. And now, you were here, praying Rafe wouldn’t notice that you felt like death.

As you slumped into the chair across from him, he immediately raised an eyebrow, “Rough night?”

You gave him a look, your head already throbbing too much for his sarcasm. “Don’t even start, Cameron.”

He leaned back in his chair, eyes twinkling with amusement as he took in your state. ��Wow, I can smell the regret from here. You look like you partied with a bottle of tequila and lost.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “It was wine, thank you very much. And yeah, it was a little too much.”

He chuckled softly, flipping open his notebook. “A little? You look like you just survived a war zone. Was the study session that boring to look forward to?”

“Ha ha, so funny,” you muttered, wincing as you reached for your bag. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Barely.” He tilted his head, clearly enjoying every second of it. “I’m impressed you made it at all. Should I have brought a bucket? You know, just in case?”

You glared at him from behind your sunglasses. “I hate you so much right now.”

Rafe just grinned, unfazed. “Trust me, it’s mutual. But seriously, you need water or something? You’re about two seconds away from face-planting on that table.”

You bit your lip, knowing he was right but not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Still, your mouth felt like a desert, and the thought of anything cold and hydrating sounded like heaven. “Maybe… a coffee?”

“Have you eaten?”

“Huh? No?”

“You’re not drinking coffee before you eat.”

You bit your lip, knowing he was right but not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Still, your mouth felt like a desert, and the thought of anything cold and hydrating sounded like heaven.

You squinted at him, thoroughly annoyed. “Rafe, I’m hungover, not five years old.”

He just raised an eyebrow, clearly not swayed. “Hungover means your brain’s working even worse than normal, so yeah, I’m pulling the adult card here. You need food before coffee.”

You rolled your eyes, regretting it instantly as your head throbbed harder. “Fine. I’ll get food after the coffee.”

He shook his head, already getting up. “Nope. I’m grabbing you a bagel or something.”

“Rafe, seriously—” you started, but he was already walking away, not even bothering to let you finish.

You slumped back in your chair, groaning under your breath. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. You hadn’t eaten anything since last night, and your stomach was twisting in a way that wasn’t just from the hangover. But it was so typical of him to boss you around, like he knew what was best for you. He seemed almost too serious about all this, like it wasn’t just about breakfast or caffeine. Was he actually… worried?              

He was being so over-the-top about something so simple. Maybe he noticed things you didn’t even realize were slipping—how little you’d been eating, how tired you always seemed. You didn’t want him to worry, to get so wrapped up in how you were doing. But the fact that he did… 

Rafe returned, dropping a bagel in front of you. “Eat. Then you can have your coffee.”

You blinked at the bagel, caught off guard. “You actually got me food?”

He gave you a look. “You really thought I wouldn’t? What kind of person do you think I am?”

“A pain in my ass?” you muttered, but there was no real bite to it. You unwrapped the bagel, taking a cautious bite, and, annoyingly, it actually helped. “Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re welcome. Now, once you finish that, we’ll get started on actual studying. You might wanna take those sunglasses off too. It’s not that bright in here.”

“Stop being so smug about it,” you grumbled, but you took another bite of the bagel, your headache easing just a little.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching out like he owned the place.

“Hey, if you’re gonna drink like that, you should at least have someone who can take care of you after.”

There was something about the way he said it that made your heart skip a beat. “Is this your way of saying you care?”

“Eat your bagel.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no denying the flutter in your chest. Why was he always like this? One minute he was the biggest pain, and the next, he was sweet? You took another bite of the bagel, trying to ignore the way his comment made your stomach do a weird little flip.

Rafe just watched you, arms crossed, looking smug as ever. "I'm not saying anything," he teased, leaning forward slightly. "But you did call me last night."

You nearly choked on your bagel. "That was for studying!"

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth pulling into a grin. "Oh, right. You totally call guys at night to talk about history."

You threw a balled-up napkin at him, feeling your cheeks heat up again. "Don't start with me, Cameron. You texted me first!"

"Fair enough," He caught the napkin effortlessly, still grinning, like teasing you was the highlight of his day. He was holding his hands up in surrender, but there was no hiding the amusement in his eyes. "Don’t know if it’s the kiss or maybe you’re just starting to realize I'm not all bad."

You scoffed, trying to brush off how much that actually hit home.

"Please. You're still an entitled jerk, Rafe. One kiss doesn’t change that."

But the truth was, maybe it did change something. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since. And now, sitting here with him being all unexpectedly considerate, it was getting harder to pretend like there wasn’t something going on.

“So it hasn’t been keeping you up at night?”

“Why would it? It was just a kiss. Happens all the time, right?”

His smirk widen, “So I didn’t get your panties in a twist?”

You were going to throw a book at his face.

"You’re so full of yourself," you muttered, trying to act unbothered, but your pulse quickened.

Rafe leaned in a little closer, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face. “I’m just saying, it seemed like more than ‘just a kiss’ with the way you keep getting flustered. You sure it didn’t mean anything?”

You narrowed your eyes, determined not to give him the satisfaction.

“What do you want me to say, Rafe? That I’m totally falling for you? That I can’t stop thinking about the kiss? Because that’s not happening.”

He chuckled softly, leaning back again, but something shifted in his expression. He was still teasing, but there was an edge of curiosity now, almost like he was testing the waters.

“Good to know. Guess I’ll just keep doing my thing then.”

“Your thing? What, being an annoying, arrogant jerk?” you shot back, though there was less bite in your tone than usual.

Rafe’s lips twitched, “I’d hate to think I’m keeping you up at night.”

Ugh. Why was he like this? Why was this working on you?

You rolled your eyes, trying to stay focused on the whole reason you were here in the first place: studying, Nate, anything but this. But the way Rafe was looking at you right now, like he could see through all the walls you put up... yeah, it was messing with your head again.

"Can we just study now?" you grumbled, flipping open your textbook, praying the conversation would shift before your cheeks got any redder. "I didn’t drag myself here to talk about your ridiculous fantasies."

His grin softened into something more genuine, and he shook his head, finally relenting. “Alright, alright. I’ll be good. Let’s get started before your brain melts from that hangover.”

But as you pulled out your notes, you couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze lingered just a little too long. And worse, you knew your heart was doing the same—stupid fluttering and all.

There was something about this back-and-forth with him that was starting to feel... different. And maybe, just maybe, that scared you more than you were willing to admit.

As the two of you dove into the study session, you tried—really tried—to focus on the material in front of you. But every time he leaned in a little closer or cracked a joke that made you roll your eyes, your mind wandered back to that kiss. To the way he looked at you when no one else was around. To the fact that, as much as you hated to admit it, Rafe Cameron was making you feel something you hadn’t expected.

“Do you remember that bonfire when we were sixteen?” he asked all of a sudden.

You raised an eyebrow, confused for a moment. “Which one? There were like, a million bonfires.”

“The one where you dumped your drink in my face.”

Your hand froze halfway to your mouth. Oh. That bonfire. It felt like a lifetime ago, but the memory came rushing back, clear as day.

“I can’t believe you remember that.”

Rafe chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, it’s not exactly something you forget. One minute I was talking to you, and the next, I was soaking wet with a face full of—what was it? Lemonade?”

“Spiked lemonade,” you corrected, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “You deserved it.”

“Deserved it?” he echoed, leaning forward, clearly enjoying this trip down memory lane. “I asked if you wanted to hang out by the water. How’s that deserving a drink to the face?”

You rolled your eyes, feeling the old annoyance bubble up again. “You asked me to hang out after you and your friends had spent the whole night making fun of me."

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, maybe we were a little rough back then. But I swear, I wasn’t trying to be a dick that night.”

“You were always a dick,” you muttered, but there was no real heat behind your words. Sixteen-year-old you had despised him and his cocky attitude. 

He smirked, “You were so pissed off. Your face was all red, and you were shaking with anger, like you couldn’t believe I’d even dared to speak to you.”

“You had it coming.”

“I probably did,” he agreed, a softer look crossing his face. “But I remember thinking, even back then, you were different. You didn’t take shit from anyone.”

You blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. “Wait, are you actually complimenting me right now? What is happening?”

Rafe just grinned, leaning back again, but his eyes stayed locked on yours. “I’m just saying, you’ve always had more fight in you.”

Your stomach did that weird little flip again, and you quickly looked away, focusing on the crumbs left on the table. “Well, maybe if you hadn’t been such an ass, I wouldn’t have had to.”

“I think that’s why I liked messing with you so much.” His voice was quieter now, more thoughtful. “You always pushed back.”

You bit your lip, not sure how to respond to that. The Rafe you remembered from back then was all arrogance and teasing, but this... this was different. It was like he was admitting that he’d seen you in a way no one else had back then. 

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching cut your conversation short. You glanced up, thinking it might just be another student passing by, but your heart nearly stopped when you saw Nate walking toward you and Rafe.

Rafe’s smirk faded instantly when he spotted him approaching.

“Hey,” Nate greeted with a casual smile, though his eyes flicked quickly between you and Rafe, “Didn’t know you guys studied here too.”

You cleared your throat, trying to sound normal even though your brain was racing. “Yeah, uh, just catching up on some work.”

Nate’s smile wavered slightly as his gaze lingered on Rafe, then back to you. “Mind if I join? I was just gonna find a spot to get some work done, but...” His voice trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air.

For a second, you were torn. Nate was here, right in front of you—the guy you’d been chasing for months, the one who was supposed to be the plan. But Rafe was sitting across from you.

He leaned back further in his chair, crossing his arms with that signature smirk creeping back onto his face. “Yeah, sure, the more, the merrier.”

You shot him a look, silently pleading with him not to make this worse, but he just raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the situation.

Nate pulled out a chair, setting his bag down, “What’re you working on?” he asked, glancing between you and Rafe.

Before you could answer, Rafe spoke up, again, “Just a little review. Nothing too complicated, right?” His eyes flicked to you, daring you to answer.

You swallowed hard, feeling both their gazes on you. “Yeah, just going over some notes. We’re almost done, actually.”

Nate’s eyes lingered on Rafe for a beat longer than necessary, like he was sizing him up. “Right. Cool. I guess I’ll just... grab a spot over there.” 

“You do that.”

“Rafe.” you grumbled under your breath, kicking him under the table.

"You wanna grab lunch after? I was gonna head to that new sandwich place, and figured you might want to come."

For a split second, you hesitated. Lunch with Nate was the safe, easy option—exactly what you’d been trying to hold onto. But the way Rafe was watching you now... Nate’s invitation wasn’t just about lunch. It was a claim, a reminder that he was the one you were supposed to be into.

"I, um—” you started, but the words were stuck in your throat.

You’d just spent the last half hour trying to convince yourself that Rafe didn’t matter. That this whole thing with him wasn’t a big deal. But now, with Nate standing right here, it felt like your brain was short-circuiting.

Rafe stood up suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor. "Well, looks like you’ve got plans," he said, his voice flat. He glanced at you, before grabbing his notebook. "Catch you later, I guess."

Before you could say anything, he walked away, his footsteps heavy as he left the library. You stared after him, your heart doing this weird thing where it felt like it was both racing and sinking at the same time.

Nate raised an eyebrow, watching Rafe go. "That guy’s... intense," he said, his tone light, but you could tell he was fishing for something.

You forced a smile, "Yeah, that’s Rafe for you."

But even as you said it, your mind wasn’t on Nate. It was still stuck on Rafe—on the way he’d looked at you before he left, like maybe he’d been hoping you wouldn’t just go along with Nate’s plan. Like maybe he’d wanted you to choose something different.

"So, lunch?" Nate asked again, his smile back in place, but it didn’t feel the same. Not anymore.

You swallowed hard, nodding automatically. “Sure, lunch sounds good.”

But as you followed him out of the library, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that you’d just walked away from something important. 

[ratbastardz]

ALTERNATE (TMC) – NPT / ID PACK — ★

Names: (masc) Cesar, Mark, Luis, Scott, Ivan, (fem) Ana, Mira, Tracy, Jill, Sally (neu/other) Alder / Alter, Angel, Imposter, Faker, Clone

Pronouns: it/it's, ix/ixs, ?t/?ts, ?/?s, !?/!?s, h!?/h!?m, sh!?/h!?r, h?/h?m, sh?/h?r, that/thats, this/this, thing/things, that thing/itself, entity/entitys, being/being, inhum/inhumane, bad/idea, risk/risks, copy/copys, fake/fakes, mask/masks, what/whats, who/whos, [redacted]/[redacted]s, alter/nate, uncanny/uncannys, scare/scares, spook/spooks, eye/eyes, cryp/cryptid, creature/creatures, watch/watcher, stare/stares, voi/void, shadow/shadows, stalk/stalks, weird/weirds, odd/odds, stat/static, strange/stranges, creep/creeps

Titles: Prn who deceives, Prn who pretends, Prn who copies, Prn who is an imposter, Prn who is fake, Prn who is odd, Prn who stares with prns eyes, Prn who embodies uncanny valley, Prn who is unidentifiable, Prn who has replaced them, Prn who works for Gabriel, Prn who is a child of Gabriel, Prn who is loyal to Gabriel

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( Requested by @analog-autistic )

[lumineary-arts]

i love your art. But Iam very curious about your swap AU. I have many questions but Iam just gonna dtart of with as few as I can ask for today. What is Zs and Dolls relationship like? What is Nate and Zs relationship and persobalities like? Is Z a tsundere? Why does L tell and view Z as a freak? What is L and Ts relationship like? Can you draw all of your swap AU charecters in their prom getup? and can you draw Cyn, Vivian and Jennys clothes that isnt their uniforms?

Z and Doll, in this AU, were extremely close at the mansion. You could see it as a "big sister" situation, but for the most part Z was just kind of protective of Doll since she was a bit.. odd. And Z always felt bad for the outcasts.

Z loves Nate more than anything. She thinks he can be a little dweeby, but it doesn't take long for her to become endeared to his quirks. And she WILL go through any length to make sure he's happy and safe, always softening her aggressiveness when he's around. HE'S CUTE, SHE LOVES HIM. Funnily enough, Nate's the one who started crushing on her first, becoming a stuttery mess the more he realizes it. All in all, they're best friends who always have each other's backs and that'll never change!

Z tsundere as hell

L views Z as a freak because... she still acts pretty abrasive. Back at the mansion, she was not a very good maid, and was kinda messy. They have a mutually hostile relationship, so Z often bites back and throws insults at her too. Plus, L just likes being catty.

L and T are good friends, and trust each other with their lives. L will roll her eyes at T's tryhard macho act, but all in all she puts more trust in him than she does Z. Plus, T's willing to get his hands dirty for her and she doesn't wanna get oil on her clothes.

THE DRAWING STUFF MAY COME ANOTHER DAY.

[makhachevwife]

hihiiii this is my application to become 🐚 anon!! i had just come home from my gym sesh, casually scrolling through my feed and then got the notification that the khamzat fit had dropped… you can only imagine how i felt… ts was like christmas morning 🙇🏻‍♀️ we’ve been eating goooood lately, please keep the fics coming babe🙏🏻🙏🏻 also, any sneak peaks or hints about upcoming fics you are planning?

CHRISTMAS MORNING!!!!!! you guys are too funny i swearrrr😭😭😭😭😭 i love it sm

despite me dropping blurbs here and there i actually do have a couple *actual* fics im planning to write… here’s an excerpt for one of them featuring nick and nate diaz 🤫🤫🤫

You didn’t expect the night to end up like this.

Sitting in the back of Nick Diaz’s car, thighs pressed together, hands toying with the strings of your hoodie. The backseat smelled like weed and sweat and beer—like gym clothes stuffed in the trunk, or like something spilled on the seats one night and never got cleaned up. There were old gum wrappers crumpled in the cupholders, a lighter with 209 ‘Til I Die printed on it, and a plastic bottle half-filled with warm water that rolled forward when Nick hit the brakes too fast.

Somewhere between 9 p.m. and now, your world got small enough to fit inside a two-door with the Diaz brothers.

im also in the process of writing some more smutty headcanons 🙂‍↕️ my mind’s just all over the place i don’t know which i want to finish 😅 would you guys rather want headcanons with several of the ufc boys first or have me work on finishing oneshots??? i’ll get them done either way but i just want to know what you guys want!!!!!

i’ll always keep the blurbs coming though… i love just having an idea, writing it down, then dropping it randomly on tumblr for you guys 😭 not only do i enjoy just simply writing a short smutty piece but it also helps me exercise my writing style!!!!

so yes thats all i have at the moment anon but just know i see all of yalls requests and im workin on them!!! 🫂

[stinkypestosauce]

Idk if the fandom is still alive (I have hope tho) but I miss this game sm and would anyone be interested in some of my head cannons as I work on some art for Jb, Nate, and eve 😔✋🏾

Firstly Jb,

I definitely headcannon that she’s plus size. At first it was just a “oh she has more body fat than the average woman”, kinda like the Greek statues but then I started drawing and I’m like “MORE. SHE NEEDS MORE.”

She has a gap. It’s a nice little sliver of space and I think it makes her super cute.

I think after highschool, she has a tendency to incorporate more frilly things into her wardrobe. nothing crazy like Lolita, but like a little gem of lace on her tops or something soft like a bow or maybe suits? Plaids? The whole fancy-schmancy gimmicks from SSB really stuck with her.

I think after school she doesn’t exactly have a goal, she just wants financial stability. I think maybe she goes into business or real estate? Pretty generic right. That’s exactly what she’s going for. And she’s doing pretty well too.

I definitely think jb is used to having her own space. She had a single dorm in ssb, loved it. Went back home and shared a room with her sisters, hated it. Went to college and dormed with some Rocker (more on this later) and she like it for the most part (hated sharing the space but it’s fine cus her roomie was fire) then she became a resident advisor. Having her own room and paid assets was convenient and nice, but the things freaks do in college…

I think she still keeps contact with missy and Alicia, especially cus I headcannon that jb, eve, and Nate are all together and everett is close with missy, so jb and missy are close too. I like to think the three of them catch-up from time to time. A really cute date idea was presented by missy where missy and her bf, Alicia and her gf, and jb and everett (not Nate cus he’s not close with the vast majority and he’s always busy) should all go on a triple date. Ended up in a very chaotic bowling match and everett absolutely refuses to play against Alicia’s gf anymore.

I definitely think jb hangs out with her sisters a lot when she is free to make up for lost time. They’re really close, I like to think but I feel like she’s closer with the oldest. If my knowledge is right I think the youngest triplet is antisocial or shy? So, I think jb and her older sister used to go out to parties and stuff during their college days.

Now Everett

I think by the time he was out of highschool he was like “I need a new style ts gettin old💔” and he went from a Mohawk to a mullet but not a super crazy one. Nate likes to say he just let his Mohawk grow out and everett will stare at him like “😑”

Everett definitely had a growth spurt. Like a massive one it shocked everyone and he needed new clothes like that morning. Bro went from being the second shortest to one of the tallest. He stands at 6’0 now. And he still works out, but he tries to do more. He’s not super scrawny anymore either, with the muscle, he also has a bit of fat to him. He’s more full now, in the best ways.

It’s fun to think that his body has stretch marks all over it cus he grew so fast so him and Jb will get into stupid competitions over who’s looks better. In some light hearted fun, Nate might join in cus his are red due to fast muscle gain. He’ll joke around until the competition got too much😭

He likes to make jb jealous by sending her pictures of the sea/beach/cruise/wherever tf his job has him at. She’ll always wine and complain but she’s super grateful when he comes back to her with souvenirs

Speaking of jobs, I like to think that at first eve was a flight attendant for maybe a year or two and then he maybe either had a bad scare (turbulence is a bitch💔) or he just got sick of the air and the rude ass customers and wanted a change of scenery.

I like to think his relationship with his sister has gotten better to the point where they call regularly. Not as often as eve and his mother, but still often enough. And maybe all three of them go out from time to time to do something nice (they definitely use Mr. Gray’s money loll)

I don’t know why, but I feel like Everett has some experience being a makeup artist? I kind of like the idea of his sister has a nails and spa and Everett comes in sometimes to help out. He always kills the makeup. Maybe he managed his sister’s shops media? He seems like he’d be good at it.

I feel like during his highschool years, Everett had braces and he got them removed during his first year of college. He has bunny teeth and they’re very prominent when he gummy smiles. He becomes very bashful when his mother or jb points it out.

I just feel the need to share this but I feel like eve would’ve been such a great big brother💔 like he would always be on the line with his little brother tb “what you do at a school today? How’s mom? You playing sports? You want me to buy you this shirt I found it’s so cool” I feel like they’d have the best relationship and if his brother followed in his footsteps and went to ssb, Everett would give him the ins and outs but also tell Lynn to make sure his brother didn’t get into trouble.

And last but not least, Nate

I don’t know why, but I feel like when Nate is over his hyper sentimentality, he replaces his crying with loud laughter. And it’s not even a situation he finds amusing, he just hits a “HAHAHA OH MY GOd that was so amusing, get out my face and go do something constructive with yourself. Go get your life together.”

I think he handles stress in a better way besides bottling it up, like going ham at the gym. On the rare days when he and Everett can get together, they like to go crazy at the gym and then get some food (hopefully with jb if she’s in the area too💔)

I think Nate is trying new things with his hair, as he’s had locs forever. I think he’s going through different styles and figuring out what he likes and what he doesn’t. I think also when he picks a style, he does some digging and finds the history behind it. I think I’m high school, he didn’t give a shit, but as an adult I think he found an appreciation for his roots and African American history.

Obviously Nate doesn’t care about his parents, but I feel like when highschool was over and he had to go home, I feel like his paternal grandmother stayed over and looked after him and he developed a relationship with her. I think for a while he was just calling her Mrs whatever-his-fathers-last-name-is (I headcannon when his parents got married, they took his mothers last name) and it took him a long while (like years cus it’s Nate) to get comfortable enough to call her grandma. Now he just calls her Nana.

I also think that even though he doesn’t really rock with his family, he got close to maybe one or two cousins? Not close like they’re besties and everything is fine, but close like he considers them and he speaks to them from time to time over the phone. One of them are pretty optimistic and relaxed but also very successful for his age which Nate respects and the other I feel like is a professional boxer? Maybe him and Nate spar if Nate still keeps up with his mixed martial arts well into adulthood.

I feel like Nate and Jb see eachother the most, and after a while and Jb and Nate both got settled into their careers, I feel like Jb moved across the country to live with him. I don’t actually think they live in nyc, cus Nate doesn’t want to be super close to his parents and the city, but he still has to get to his law firm. I think they live just outside of the state in some smaller city or maybe somewhere that’s a mix of urban and suburban.

I think I’m their home there’s 3 room, one for Nate, jb and eve. I think it’s like this because each one of them are stubborn and picky, especially Nate. And eve is always pms-ing so he may not want to be near them 24/7 or sleep in the same bed. He’s normally not even home because he job calls for him to be away often, so I think Nate uses his room as a home office.

Anyway, that’s all I got rn I wanna share my thoughts on all of them together, like how they’re relation works and I also want to share my thoughts on my oc and Pran, I think they’re cute. But that’s for later it’s like 4 am I’m tired asf😪

[tthatsonme]

you’re my doctor

by molly

just a btw, this isn’t gonna work if you’re under the age of consent/ under 16 or 17 so please don’t even try 😭

Part I - Maddy

You’re the embodiment of Maddy (and Cassie’s) outfits, vibes, and colour palettes in season on of euphoria, you’re just like the soft/pastel purples, pink, and blue that they’d wear in the first season for clothing and makeup, these colours plus black are your colours aka the colours that make you look best, your vibes are very 2019 soft yet very sexy and fun, you’ve always been a naturally confident person, you’re basically like the real life version of Maddy because of how addictive and magnetic your energy is, you’re extremely seductive and can use your sexuality to your advantage, not only do you have pretty privilege but you have sexy privilege too lolz, you don’t see sexuality or sex in general as a bad thing, if anything you embrace these qualities, all your life everyone has loved you whether it was familial, platonic, or romantic, you’re just someone that people like to be around, you’re always making new friends and meeting new people everywhere you go, people want to be around you because of your fun and entertaining personality, people seem to gravitate towards you every day purely because of the way that you are, if you still live with them, your parents/guardians are literally like the ones in euphoria, you being 16, 17, or older means that they treat you as such, they basically don’t really care about what you do and trust you wholeheartedly, like mentioned before; you can use your sexuality like Maddy did on Nate but basically for anyone, people need you in every way possible, you’re the type of girl that has people commenting shit like #needthat on your posts or videos

people glaze you and put you on a pedestal all the damn time, even if you looked like dog shit people wouldn’t see it that way, it’s come to a point where people are constantly fantasizing about you, people always watch you (not actually tho 💀 this part is an exaggeration btw) all the time just to get a glimpse of what or who you are on the inside, people would literally beg to see you nude, your nude body is probably one of the sexiest things anyone who had the privilege of seeing has ever seen, like you’d prob have people begging for you to start and OF or have people saying that they’d pay for ts, your body has little to no hair on it if you want, but if you’re someone who doesn’t want to shave/wax, people find it attractive if not more attractive when you don’t shave because of the naturalness of it (I don’t wanna see any of you hateful b*lle d*lphine wannabes in the comments shaming people for not shaving, stfu no one wants to hear it), any signs of chicken or strawberry skin on your body is easily removed and is easy to get rid of, everyone treats you and stares at your like you’re some sort of urban legend, they seriously cannot help but stare at you like 🤩 lololololol, your voice is probably one of the most attractive things about you though, your voice sends chills down peoples spines when they hear it (ib yvonne luv her), pretty much everything about you is mesmerizing and sultry but especially your voice, your voice is kinda like Alexa Demie’s in terms of tone, your voice sounds how slow dropping honey looks, your voice is so hot people would literally pay to hear you say certain things to them, you could make a living off of voice acting if ykwim

people swear that they’ve seen a real-life succubus because they’ve seen you, when you’re around the gender you’re attracted to they feel like they’ve been put under a spell like they’ve been given a heavy dose of aphrodisiac because of how you make them feel, you live a life very similar to Maddy because you’re constantly going out and partying, your life is fast and interesting, but even if you’re popular amongst your peers or your friends you’re completely immune to peaking in high school/whatever stage in life you’re in right now lol, you’re immune to letting a tiny thing such as popularity get to your head which could cause you to become ignorant and unaware, you’re completely and 100% down to earth and humble and people appreciate that very much, people feel genuinely bored when they’re not around you most of the time, everyone just loves you, you’re always known as the funniest and most interesting person in the room

Part II - Cassie

While people love you for being the “fun one” people also find their way to you when they need you for other reasons, people find you being okay and stable with being “emotional” comforting therefore people find you understanding and easy to confide in and talk to, when people think of what a “perfect girlfriend” would be you immediately come to mind, one might even start to fantasize about the things that Nate did about Cassie in that one scene in season who about their future together and stuff, even if you are the “male gaze” it never really occurred to you because you don’t actually really care, you don’t lean on or depend on men, women, or anyone else to give you validation or to make you feel loved, you’re completely fine and okay with yourself and your body, you’re basically the opposite of Cassie when it comes to dating though lol, no shade but you don’t fall in love super easily anymore or with people who do the bare minimum (replying, giving you attention regularly etc), people don’t know why they fall in love with you so quickly but they just do, what is it about you that allows people to fully surrender themselves? people tend to see you as “softer” than most people at times (as in you’re not like a bitch all the time idk 🤷‍♀️), your body is something that you have so much love for, you respect and love your body so much, you’ve never had issues with your body because you love it so much, there’s nothing physically masculine about you, your face, your voice, or your body, you feel feminine enough, you’re extremely good at sex, regardless of your experience in the bedroom you’re naturally very good at sex with the gender you’re attracted to, you feel strong and confident in the bedroom, you’re immune to feeling shy when having sex, after you have sex you feel comfortable and zero shame with yourself

you love your body unconditionally and can change it however much you want, your breasts grow to be as big as Sydney Sweeney’s, your breasts are free of sagging and are very perky, and you gain or lose your desired amount of weight in all of your desired places, your body morphs into whatever you’re visualizing but more perfect, your body was already perfect but now it’s even more perfect + have your desired rib cage size/change your rib cage size safely (if you want to change it ofc)

extras but mainly safety l tw for a brief mention of inc*st

-physical attraction affirmations don’t work on creepy and undesired people

-physical attraction affirmations don’t work on family members

-any creepy and undesirable people who are currently attracted to you no longer are

-any family members that are currently attracted to you no longer are (I don’t mean to trauma dump btw I just added those for people who need it 😭)

-anyone who’s under the age of consent or under the ages 16 or 17 can’t manifest any sexual benefits from this or any subliminal that’s similar

[droumack]

i love love love ur most recent fic. if you do decide to continue (which no pressure ofc) I predict there’ll be some angst bc nates still young & douchey & since they have to keep their relationship private he might just make Jo feel like a hookup. jo also gets self conscious bc he feels like Nate’s using him to understand his sexuality & since he’s the projected top draft pick “hot girls” keep throwing themselves at nate (ofc no ones more beautiful than Jo).

also I noticed in the fic nate said he wanted to “fuck” jo, not rlly be in a relationship & he didn’t express too many feelings. ofc emotionally stunted pre sports psychologist nate probs wouldn’t have been great at expressing feelings but I wonder if you left that a little vague on purpose…

also I notice a lot of players will have girlfriends at the draft (& then will break up just a few months later). but maybe nate feels pressured to have a girlfriend as the draft comes up which only hurts Jo more. thinking of sweet baby nerd Jo being heartbroken actually makes me want to cry I never want to see him hurt ever hes too precious.

a heartbroken jo who already struggles with anxiety & his self esteem with an emotionally stunted nate whose still dealing with his anger results in a fight where Nate says some things he regrets & they break it off. also the part where nate gets a hat trick when jo comes to the game vs no points when Jo isn’t there so maybe jo feels like nate never even liked him & was just using him as one of his strange hockey superstitions. that combined with his low self esteem & internalized homophobia I just… (I’m not very articulate thus why I don’t write but yk, Jo’s not doing well).

maybe right after Jo’s distraught but he eventually takes the time to heal & Nate is “fine” at first but then after the high of the draft & immediately starting in the nhl as a rookie he rlly starts to process the break up & realizes he was in love with jo & misses him BAD. maybe he to stalk Jo on instagram & he’s now in his freshman yr at college & he’s had a bit of a “glow up” (still adorable nerd Jo but yk) & there are tagged pictures of him with other guys who are pretty touchy and look VERY interested. ofc pre sports psychologist angry Nate spirals a bit & has to hold himself back from flying to Jo’s college town & murdering any guy who looks at him.

nate & jo do end up together again but only AFTER jo makes nate work for it for a long time. also jo’s still navigating his low self worth when Nate first tries to get back with him & there’s a break Nate’s heart when he says something like “every time I look at you I feel worthless.”

also I do love the idea of Nate helping jo pay tuition (esp bc he wants to go to college in the US & as a senior in college rn ts is so expensive😭). maybe he does it secretly. like jo is on one of those “special” scholarships (like the fancy ones with a name for students who most exemplify certain qualities, idk im just on financial aid) but then an anonymous donor has added like $10k more for the next 5 yrs. Also 5 yrs so the school doesn’t get suspicious ab why this donation is only for Jos years there.

ok wait I just realized how much I wrote and you ABSOLUTELY DO NOT have to write this I promise this isn’t like a request ur recent fic just inspired me so much. sorry if this all nonsensical I’m not the best writer😭 you can literally just leave this in ur inbox I totally get it but love you bruinss!! can’t way for ur next fic or even just ur next tumblr post I love when u update even if it’s just a reblog!!

OH WOW HELLO ANON thank you for this gorgeous wall of text, I love all your thoughts

while this would be fun, this is not the direction I have my high school fic going in!

that said I highly encourage to you write your own natejo high school fic because i would devour a plot based on the above