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also, where is the John Wick x reader or Helen Mr & Mrs Smith AU fic???????

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Mr. & Mrs. Smith 2005 — Doug Liman

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THE HEIST

crooks. thieves. liars. and these are the ones we're rooting for.

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<He's Flying>

Fanart for F1 the movie after looping the main theme for two days Some other versions i explored:

Let me know which one you like the most!! Annd an isolated pic of the eyes(very proud of them hehe)...was trying to replicate the scene towards the end of the movie(not gonna spoil itt), feels like need something more to capture that feeling

Spent a lot of time on replicating the track too...actually my first time drawing a full-sized background, tiring but fun!

Basically one of my most satisfactory piece so far this year, still got a loong way to go!! Time for Movie rant now: F1 THE MOVIE IS SO GOOOOOD I heard the movie has a lot of bugs, but as someone with zero knowledge on F1(not anymore, time to start an F1 fixation...after exams are over), I'll still rate it 9/10, just for the cinematography and aesthetics alone. >v< Hans Zimmer's music is ON FIRE, Have been listening to it FOR DAYS Cannot stop looping the main theme, LOVE IT SO MUCH. Is seriously considering to go for another round. So if you haven't seen it, go see it!!!!(IN CINEMA, IN IMAX)

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A slight change to the travel schedule Ballerina (2025) - Deleted Scene [x]

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A Most Heinous 80's Movie Night — Ted "Theodore" Logan x GN!Reader ❥ 1.6k Words

"Hi-can I get a fic of Ted "Theodore" Logan and reader, a nonbinary person/femme leaning/plus sized nerdy type with glasses [tee hee], having a Blockbuster and chill after a random trip to the mall/Toys R Us or Kay-Bee Toys hunting for action figures/or maybe even at Guitar Center/Tower Records/Sam Goody Music, like a meet cute?"

A/N: Hi! This request turned into a partial entry for @97keanu 's Summerween event, too. I hope that's okay! I made Reader as physically ambiguous as possible (+ glasses), I just wasn't sure how to incorporate being plus sized (because I am fat and I just imagine every reader as plus sized anyway lol). Thanks you to @opheliainlove42 for proofreading!

Fic and Mood Board requests are OPEN!

Warnings (?): Fluff, Hangouts, Scary Movie, Kissing, candy, popcorn, reader wears glasses :3

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It was Ted's idea to watch a scary movie after your regularly scheduled hangout, but it turns out he's not as brave as he thought.

“Okay, okay. If you had to pick between Van Halen and Mötley Crüe, who would you pick?” 

“Mötley Crüe, duh,” You take a sip of your slurpee and continue flipping through the bin of records in front of you.

“No way!” Ted says excitedly, “Van Halen is a million times better. Bill and I are gonna get Eddie in our band, y'know.”

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Totally. As soon as we get some more practice in and record a most triumphant music video, he won't be able to say no,” Ted nods, reaching for your slurpee. You graciously allow him to steal some, even though you told him not to suck his down so fast.

This was how every Saturday went for you and Ted. You'd start your day at Circle K scoring slurpees, and then waste time in your local record store until one of you gets bored. 

The next stop was usually the mall. You and Ted were always on the hunt for very particular comic books and their matching action figures. Hours upon hours were spent hunched over, going through dusty comic book stacks, looking for anything that seemed interesting. 

But today, Ted had something different in mind.

“So, like... what now?” you ask, tipping your cup back for the last of the slush, narrowly avoiding getting drops of syrup on your glasses.

“I dunno, dude,” Ted thinks hard for a moment, “You ever get that craving for righteous cinematic fear?”

“What, like a scary movie?” 

Ted nods solemnly, “Yes. A most heinous need for spine-chilling terror. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

“Blockbuster?” 

Ted's eyes light up, “Blockbuster!” 

He grabs your arm with sudden, dramatic urgency, “We gotta go. Before all the excellent horror flicks are gone and we’re left with like Casper or some bogus ghost movie where nobody even dies.”

You can’t help but laugh, “Alright, alright. But I get to pick the snacks this time.

“Only if I get to choose the movie,” He bargains.

“Deal.”

You shake on it, fighting the way your chest feels and the way holding his hand makes your cheeks burn. 

-

The bell jingles as you both step inside the cool, fluorescent haven of Blockbuster. Ted immediately makes a beeline for the Horror section, muttering to himself about each title he comes across, none of them being good enough. 

You trail behind him, picking up a copy of Hellraiser and holding it up, “This one’s cool.”

“Oh, sick. I heard that one even has…” Ted hesitates, spotting a copy of Evil Dead II behind the shelf and lets out a gasp, “No, no, wait. This! This is the one. There’s like blood geysers and a demon lady in the basement.”

You glance at the cover, “You sure about this, Ted? Last gory movie we watched you totally barfed.”

“I'll be fine,” He assures you with a confident nod. 

You grab the tape from him and stop by the candy section to pick out a few of the most excellent snacks. You decide on some microwave popcorn, a bag of Skittles, two packs of M&Ms, and some Sprees. You throw all the snacks into Ted's arms with zero regard for structural integrity. 

“Dude. If we survive this movie, we’re totally watching Gremlins next.”

You roll your eyes, “That’s not even scary.”

“Exactly,” he grins, walking backward toward the counter, “That way you won’t barf when I barf.”

You elbow him on the way to check out, and the two of you leave the store loaded up with plenty of sugar and an excitement building in your gut. 

The walk back to your house is full of a heated debate over who would survive longer in a zombie apocalypse. Ted insists he’d charm the undead with air guitar solos. You're not so sure they'd fall for that, and you tell him as much.

By the time you approach your driveway, the sky is starting to darken with the sun dipping behind the trees behind your house. 

-

You fumble with your keys before unlocking the front door. You let Ted in first, and he practically skips into the living room like he owns the place. He's been over a hundred times by now, and he always dumps his stuff in the same corner, flops down onto your couch, and makes himself at home like it's his.

This time he dumps the handful of snacks into the coffee table, being careful not to drop the VHS tape. 

You take off your shoes by the door and head for the hall closet, calling out to Ted, “Start the tape and toss the popcorn in the microwave?”

“On it!” Ted calls back as he dramatically pulls Evil Dead II out of the Blockbuster case like it’s the Necronomicon itself.

You return with a couple of mismatched blankets, setting them down on the back of the couch before plopping down in your spot in the middle. Ted’s already fiddling around with the remote, and you can hear the microwave humming in the kitchen. 

When the timer goes off, Ted tosses the remote over to you with a huff and retreats to the kitchen to retrieve the popcorn. He comes back with two bowls, one for popcorn and one for candy. You make quick work of emptying all the sweets from their respective containers and mixing them up. 

Ted made the recipe up, calling it some kind of candy roulette. Mixing Skittles and M&Ms was weird the first time he proposed it, but it grew on you. Most of his quirks have, honestly.

He hands the bowl of candy to you and sits down with the grace of a flopping fish, knocking into you and all but sitting in your lap.

“Scoot over! You're gonna block the TV,” You nudge him with your elbow.  

Ted scoots, but only barely. Your thighs bump his when you sit shoulder to shoulder, but neither of you seems to mind. It’s easy, like second nature. He glances down at how close you are, then at the two blankets draped on the back of the couch.

“Y’know,” he says, voice all mockingly serious, “I read somewhere that sharing a blanket during horror movies increases your survival rate by like fifty percent.”

You snort, “Did you read that on the back of a cereal box?”

Ted ignores that. He grabs one of the blankets anyway, giving it a dramatic little shake, and throws it over both of you.

You roll your eyes, but you don’t push him away. Honestly, it’s kind of nice. His body is warm and familiar, his shoulder nudging into yours. 

“There,” he declares. “Now we’re safe from demons, zombies, and maybe even ghosts.” 

You don't stifle the giggle he pulls from you. Instead you press play on the remote, ignoring the way your cheeks are warm and your heart’s doing that little flutter it always seems to do around him lately. Ted scoots just a little bit closer, tossing a handful of candy into his mouth as the movie’s opening ads start. 

-

The movie wastes no time setting up jumpscared, and Ted is starting to regret all his life choices. He’s still next to you, but now the blanket is pulled halfway up over his face like a makeshift shield. Only his eyes and wild mop of hair are peeking out, popcorn bowl already forgotten on the side table, and candy bowl on the coffee table.

You glance at him, grinning, “You okay over there, dude?”

“I’m good. Totally cool. Just, keeping myself safe from whatever might pop out of the TV.” 

At least he's honest. 

Another jumpscare appears on screen, and Ted lets out another tiny yelp. Without thinking, he grabs your arm and yanks the blanket higher, huddling close.

“Dude,” you laugh again, “you picked this movie.”

“Past Ted had too much confidence. That guy was reckless, a most heinous decision maker.”

You’re still smiling when you feel his hand, still gripping your arm, warm and trembling just a little. His head is close now, his breath ghosting across your shoulder as the blanket forms a little cocoon around you both.

The movie blares on in the background, but Ted’s voice cuts through it, low and uncharacteristically hesitant. 

“Hey… so, uh…”

You glance at him, “What’s up?”

“Okay, hear me out… what if we kissed?”

“Uh.”

“For protection,” he says quickly, as if it’s the most logical thing in the world. 

“Since when does kissing protect anybody when it comes to horror?”

He shrugs, wide-eyed and hopeful. You raise an eyebrow at him. He’s still holding onto you, and the TV is casting a glow on his flushed face, highlighting that crooked grin.

“Okay,” you say, quieter than you mean to, “For protection.”

And then his lips are on yours, warm and a little unsure at first, like he’s been waiting for the right excuse to do this. You kiss him again, deeper this time, and he leans in with a clumsy sort of eagerness that makes your stomach flip. Your glasses fog slightly from the heat between you, and when you pull back for air, Ted blinks at you like he can’t believe it just happened.

“I think that worked,” he whispers, “I feel significantly less cursed.”

You giggle, breathless, “Yeah?”

“We should probably do it again. You know, just to be safe.”

You nod and he pulls you back in. 

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(I think) I'm back

Maybe I will start posting some of my art here too.

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Sam, teaching Cassie how to tie shoes: It’s so easy. First you take the little man, then you tie a rope around it’s throat.

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Nate: The best way to scare your opponent is to simply walk at them menacingly.

Nate: It's two birds with one stone - now they're scared, and they can't tell you don't actually have a plan.

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i don't hate tom holland as nathan drake but looking through the tags, im only getting HIM i want VIDEO GAME nathan drake

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Elena: I just saw Nate washing dishes. He said, “Who do you work for, who’s your contact?!” While repeatedly shoving a cup under the water. At least he’s having fun…

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A Helping Hand

Pairing: Nathan Drake x Reader

Prompt: You are the sidekick (and a former enemy) of the famous Nathan Drake. You got in a big trouble, but he's here to save you. And admitting to you how much he loves you.

Warnings: A lot of blood, hand-to-hand fights, shooting, weapons, fluff, light cursing.

(The Gif isn't mine)

–★–

Nope, it definitely wasn't your day.

Nathan could barely escape the plethora of soldiers. His ammunition was running low and the enemy was many. He thought he wouldn't get away without at least one hit.

He could tell how tired he was of this shit.

How did you two met? Funny story. You were one of Nathan's enemy soldiers. No one knew you very much, you weren’t important, just an average agent on the battlefield who did her job. As long as you did.

You once survived alone with your squad against him. You wanted to do your job, so you tried to attack him. But as soon as you saw him, seriously injured, calling for help, something happened to you. Maybe those beautiful blue puppy eyes? The awkward smile on his face? Or it was the first true and right decision of your conscience? Or maybe the fact that you were just afraid you would lose easily against him? He could easily kill you, just like the others.

And you still tried to make peace and help him, you put the gun down. He was pretty skeptic first. After all, it was understandable, he didn't trust anyone, especially not you. You were an enemy. But you didn't wanted to be anymore.

And now you're looking for treasure together, in a rather illegal way. When you betrayed your boss long time ago, you became their target, like Nathan. You had no chance to do anything, but stay with him. You have learned to trust each other.

And you also started to have feelings for him.

You honestly liked him. Or loved? You didn't know at all.

As Nathan jumped behind a huge rock to reload his gun, he nervously realized he had no more ammunition for this weapon.

“Ah, crap”, he murmured angrily. He quickly pulled out his pistol. He only had six bullets for that. “Hey, Y/N! Can you hear me?” He shouted over the loud noise of the shots. “Y/N!”

“Yeah?” You answered in the earpiece. He sighed a little in relief.

“I'm out of ammo!” He grunted. “How about a helping hand?”

“In a second...”, you said in hurry.

He frowned, and you could hear he was really on the edge – not beacuse of you. “I don't have a second! There's to many of 'em!”

“I just need a proper position...”, you mentioned. “I found a sniper. I'm pro at this!”

“We're gonna die”, he mumbled nervously after hearing your words.

A few seconds later Nathan heard the even louder, more dominant shot from the sniper.

He shot once randomly, not daring to look up.

“Not bad for a blind shot”, you chuckled. Yes, he didn't miss.

“Just helped you out”, he answered playfully. “Thank me later.”

“Oh, like you're not in a bigger trouble”, you laughed awkwardly, trying to focus on the targets.

The more and more the sound occured, the fewer people were shooting at him.

“That's how it's done!” He laughed in victory. He peeked his head out from his position. He saw you on the top of one of the old towers.

“I'm reloading–”, you said, but he barely heard you in the earpiece.

“Y/N!” He reached to his ear, but to no avail. “Damnit...”, he whispered.

He suddenly stepped out from behind the cliff, seeing that only two people were in front of him. He easily punched and kicked them, sending them to the ground.

“Little time out for ya”, he grunted, as he kicked the other guy in the face, causing him to lose his consciousness.

After making sure that there were no more opponents left, he headed to the tower. He encountered more enemies inside the old, ancient building, all of which easily defeated by fighting. He ran up long stairs before he reached your position.

But suddenly someone hit him from the side. He stumbled and looked up at him. He was a soldier of much stronger build, with a grim look on his face.

You – who had a lot of scars on the face, after fighting with him for a while – immediately jumped on his back and pulled him backwards, while Nathan punched him in the face. You managed to keep yourself up for a few seconds before he dropped you down. Your body landed hard on a stone debris, the air left your lungs for a second, you even forgot to scream. It roughly hit your ribs – you were sure they were at least cracked or broken – and it also flayed your side brutally. The blood instantly began to flow from your wounds.

You had a hard time and not enough energy getting up, but you had to help Nathan. You wanted to. You attacked the man with joint force. One punch from you, one kick from Drake. You didn't care about the unbearable pain.

Once you distracted him, Nathan dragged the soldier with him and shove him forwards. He grabbed the edge of the wall, watching how the guy fell down with a scream. You offered a hand to him, he quickly accepted it and you pulled him up.

He tried to gain his breath back, while looking down into the depths.

He chuckled, “Just another day at the office, isn't it?”

When he heard nothing from you, but quiet coughs and faint, painful groans, he added in hurry, still having the adrenalin in his veins, “C'mon, no lyin' down on the job!”

He started to walk out, but then you spoke up.

“Nathan...”

He turned to you.

He never wished to see that sight of yours.

You were laying down on the cold floor, gripping into your injuries, with a pained expression on your face. His eyes widen as he examined the plenty of blood on your clothes and your hand, and he promptly kneeled down to you.

“Shit!” He cursed. He didn't really know what do to. He slightly touched a scar on you, and you yelped in pain. He looked into your eyes with his terrified ones. “Okay, okay... The empty camp isn't far away”, he explained with an anxious tone. “I could patch you up there.”

“It really hurts”, you breathed out in fear, it made his heart sink and ache.

“Don't worry”, he shushed you, pulling you up into his arms and standing up. “I gotcha.”

It was the last thing you heard, because when he started to hurry down the stairs with you, all of the sudden you became really tired and you fall asleep in his strong and supportive arms.

~~~

When you woke up, your head and side started to ache in no time. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, looking around. You were under roof, that was a good thing to see first. It means you were hiding somewhere. ‘The camp...’ Indeed, the huge table you were lying on, wasn't the most comfortable.

‘But where's Nathan?’

You just had to turn your head to the other side. It was the cutest sight you have ever seen. He rested his head on the table, and one of his hands close to yours.

You were just staring at him first, but you took your courage and you touched his hand. It has a little blood on it, since he punched a few people, and he patched you up too. You caressed his hand with your thumb. You noticed that you didn't have any blood on your hand.

His hand moved a little, and your eyes were looking into his in a second. He seemed tired first, but he saw your hand on his, he looked at you with wondering eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah”, you said. “Much better.”

You wanted to tell him you felt even better, because he was by your side. Your love towards him grew bigger.

He was watching you with a lovely gaze, but when he realized that, he cleared his throat. “You looked pretty awful out there, didn't you?” You both chuckled.

“Thanks, by the way”, you said.

“Oh...”, he was thinking for a few seconds. “I just didn't wanted to leave all the enemies for you–”

You cut him off, “No, no, not the shot... I mean... thank you for saving me.”

He looked at you, completely confused. “Why do you thank me, doll?” He laughed, but he continued a bit more seriously. “You know I'd never leave you like that. Not now, not ever.”

This caught you offguard. He really said that. And he didn't even finished.

“Lemme tell you something”, he said. “Do you remember the day, when you saved me?” He smiled at the memory. “I could never forget it. You made a really risky decision–”

“You deserved to be saved–”

“–and you became their enemy, just because you helped me. I didn't saved you, because it was some kind of payback for that day, not at all!” He paused a little, to find words. “I did it because... because I don't know what would I do without you. I don't know what would I do, if they would hurt you even more”, he sighed, struggling to admit it. “I fell in love with you, since I've met you, Y/N.”

A tear streamed down from your eye, but he cupped your cheek and wiped it off with his thumb.

“I love you even more, Nathan Drake”, you smiled widely.

“What took us so long to admit it?” He whispered, and you laughed.

“That's a great mystery–”

But you've been cut off by him, kissing you. It was slow first, but as you returned the kiss, it became more passionate and deep.

He pulled back a bit, brushed the hair out of your face, leaving a light kiss on the tip of your nose, making you giggle. You ran your hand through his hair. He closed his eyes. He really loved it. Then he gently held your hand and left a kiss on your palm too, with the most handsome and beautiful smile you've ever seen on his face.

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Late Comfort by Drake

Pairing: Sam Drake x Reader

Prompt: It's night, you're still working on your computer and Sam doesn't like it.

Warnings: Lot of fluff, cocky and still cute Sam Drake, mentions of smut.

(The Gif isn't mine)

–★–

You sat at your desk in front of your laptop and just kept typing. It was sometimes interrupted by a few thoughts about what to actually write. You were at the end, really.

“Honey” you heard the tired growl of his.

He was in your bed, his tiredness and the brightness of the laptop made him looking at you squinted.

“I'm almost finished with it, I swear” you said in hurry.

“You said that an hour ago” he grunted.

Oh, Samuel Drake. He was right – and handsome, what really irritated you –, but you really needed just a couple of perfect sentences to complete your work.

You were deeply in your thoughts, you didn't even heard him get out of bed. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He had a really perfect body, you didn't deny it. It almost made you jump, but you shivered when you felt his hot, tickling breath in your earlobe.

“I won't warn you again, sweetheart” his voice dropped an octave.

“But– but I swear it's only one or two sentence–”

“Did I stutter?” he placed his head on your shoulder, and started to leave featherlight kisses from your collarbone up under to your ear, while moving your hair away, to give him more places to discover there.

Your breath was quickening with each kisses. You desperately wanted to rest, to be with your beloved Sam. But work cannot wait. Or can it?

“Sam...” you sighed, trying to hide your feelings.

“Yes, sweetheart?” you felt him grinning in the crook of your neck. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. It was his goal.

And oh, the nicknames. He used to call whatever sweet comes to his mind. ‘Doll’, ‘Honey’, ‘Sweetie’, ‘Darling’, ‘Babe’, or other versions of your name. He knew you loved it.

After you didn’t give up despite the hard fight, he just sighed.

“Well, you left no other choice.”

You didn't have time to wonder about what he meant, when he suddenly pulled out the chair you were sitting on and you found yourself in his arms, making you shreak in surprise.

“Put me down!” you were kicking the air and tried to reach the table with your much shorter arms.

“Nope” he simply said, looking down at you.

“Put. Me. Down. Now!” you tried to be firm, earning from Sam to holding you head closer to his chest.

“You're not in charge, darling” the naughty smirk he had on his face, you wanted to slap him.

But you heard his heart pounding in his chest. As you started to listening to it, you started to calm down a little bit.

When he noticed this, he walked with you toward the bed. He put you on your side and covered you with the soft blanket. In the next moment he was lying next to you. You looked deeply in his eyes. The beautiful colour of his irises were mixed with brown and green. You wondered if you deserved this man at all. Even if he was a cocky shit sometimes, he cared about you. He had been with many women before, but now he just wanted to be with you. Forever.

“I love you so much” he said, laying a hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

“I love you even more” you answered.

And he kissed you. You had the same interests, but you were different in some things. He was rough and dominant, but with love, desperate and need. But you were soft, submissive. You needed each other. It was also visible and felt in the kiss.

Suddenly he pushed you to lay on your back, and he crawled in top you. His pupils were huge, filled with mischief and dark promises.

You had a long night ahead of you...

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Handsome and Quarrelsome

Pairing: Sam Drake x Reader

Prompt: Sam dragged you into another dangerous treasure hunt. At this moment, you were walking in peace and quiet. Well, according to your relationship with him, not for a long while. Later he admits something to you...

Note: I thought I'll share a Sam oneshot too, and here we go. I hope you'll like it.

Warnings: cursing, arguing, little fluff.

(The Gif isn't mine)

–★–

You two were in the worst place, in the worst situation. In the middle of a jungle, at a ruin of some kind of temple, searching for a treasure, of course.

You and Samuel Drake.

It will be an easy task, he said. It really won't be difficult, he said. Oh, how could you believe a Drake?

There was no time to be sad about this, because you were here and you can't go back in time.

Suddenly you felt a slightly stronger blow to your shoulder.

“Hey!” you snapped your gaze towards him.

“Hey, you're with me?” he laughed.

“Uhm, yeah?”

“Diddja' even listen to me at all?”

Shit. You were really daydreaming. Nowadays you were daydreaming a lot. It wouldn't be a problem at all, because you were kind of exhausted. But...

But you were daydreaming about him.

You could just slap yourself – or him – in the face every single time, when you think about him. Maybe you liked him? Or there's more than that? You didn't really know.

“Not listening to you is a conscious decision to me, after you brought me here” you mumbled.

He snorted, “Things could be worse, you know.”

“And how?” you asked.

“ ‘How’ what?”

You raised your voice a bit in frustration. “How could they be even worse?”

“Okay, maybe they couldn't, but... at least I'm trying to cheer you up!” his voice was raised with an octave.

“After you brought me in this? I don't think it could ever work...” you stated.

He just sighed while he climbed up to a window.

“I can't climb up there” you whined.

Yes, you were so much smaller than him. When he stood in front of you, or behind you, you always had this weird feeling in your stomach.

Weird, in a good way.

“C'mon, you can do it!” he held out his hand to you, on a level where you were able to jump up.

And you did. He pulled you up immediately, thanks to his muscles. Oh, he's sweaty muscles...

You were standing so close to each other. You felt his eyes on your face, and you tried your best not to blush.

What was wrong with you?

“Uhm, we need to jump over there” you said, you didn't wanted his gaze on you.

“There's a beam, see?” he pointed out.

“Yeah.”

“Do you have the rope?” he looked at you again.

You held it. “Right here.” 

“Do you think you can rope it?” he asked. “That's a bit far away.”

“Do I think–?” you laughed. “Watch this, smokey!”

“I'm watching” he said in a cocky tone.

It gave you the shivers down on your spine.

And it distracted you as well.

“I missed it” you mumbled, as you heard him laughing.

“Well, you know–” he started.

“I don't wanna hear anything from you.”

“That's for the ‘smokey’ nickname” he smirked. “Eye for eye.”

“It hurt your feelings that much?” you raised a brow.

“Yes, you're so mean” he pretended to be a crying child, and you couldn't help, but chuckle. “Okay, lemme' help you. It's all from the wrist, alright?”

And he did it.

“Yeah, like a pro” you grumbled.

“What?” he brought his hand to his ear. “It sounds like... you admitted it. Finally.”

“Just shut up” you waved it off. “Let's go!”

“Just after you, ma'am” he bowed, while giving you the rope, like a gentleman.

“Oh, how gentle, sir, but you can go ahead” you said with an octave higher voice, and you both bursted out of laughter.

“As you wish, darling” he winked.

You didn't really know it was part of the joke, or he really meant to be that flirty. You either hated it and straight up melt.

He swang to the other side, and you followed him.

“Well, that was easy” you sighed in relief.

You tried to pull back the rope from it's place. Actually, you did, but it didn't sound so great.

The metal was still attached to the beam, and the end of the rope was in your hand.

Well, shit.

Sam wasn't paying attention to you, he found some interesting clues on an old table. You looked at him – at his beautiful back muscles –, and back to the rope.

“Uhm... Sam?”

“Yep?” he didn't looked up.

“We're still friends, right?” you asked jokingly with a panicked laugh.

He sensed it. Something was wrong.

“Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but... I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.”

He slowly walked up to you, as he has seen the torn rope and the regretful smile on your face.

“What should we do now? It's a lot more difficult without it...” you trailed off, as he just walked up to you, closer and closer.

“That's not the question, what I want answers for right now.”

He was looking down at you. There was something in his pretty eyes. Something dark and mischiveous.

“What do you mean?” you asked quietly, trying not to show your interest. Maybe he was joking and just wanted to laugh at the look on your face.

But he didn't.

“Did you asked ‘We're still friends’?” he raised his large hand to your shoulder. “After you were drawing sketches of me and... checking on me a lot of times behind my back... even when I haven't a shirt on...”

“I didn't...” you started, but his hand traveled up to your face, placing a finger on your mouth.

“Shh shh, don't interrupt me. I know you were checking on me. You always act differently around me. I'm not blind” he smiled. His eyes were locked with yours, and then looked down on your mouth.

“Just three words, hun. Say it and I'm yours” he smirked.

“Three words” you smiled slightly on your own stupid joke.

“Smart-talking, huh?” he said in a playful tone. “I thought you love me back.”

He admitted it. The whole time, he loved you. You will never forget the feeling of this realization.

“I love you. So freakin' much” you said, with the full of your heart.

And then his lips were on yours. He held you by one hand on the back of your head and the other on your waist. You threw your arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss by sliding his tounge into your mouth. Your hands begin to play with his hair. He really loved it.

When the kiss was broken, you left a few kisses on his jawline and the four bird tattoo on his neck. You really wanted each other, your eyes filled with lust and want, but there was no time for it. Unfortunately.

You never wanted to forget these moments.

[imesthersmith]

Young Hearts

Pairing: Young Nathan Drake x reader (university ages, i guess?)

Prompt: You got stressed by school, but here comes the young and lovely Drake brother and he tries to help. And you two are confessing your feelings about each other too...

Note: This is my very first oneshot written in English. I'm not a native speaker of this language, mostly using Mr Google Translate, but I'm trying to make it perfect grammatically.

Warnings: Lot of fluff, hints of smut, some slight curse, stress.

(E/C) - your eye color

(Y/N) - your name

(The Gif isn't mine)

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You sat all alone outside. That's all you needed at the moment. Beautiful chirping of birds, barking of dogs in the yards of the neighbors, buzzing of cars on the distant roads. The faint sound of the wind was also heard, and by the sudden coolness, you got a slight shiver. You didn't really care about that, you sat there still like a statue.

You ruined the test. You thought you would succeed. But when the paper came in front of you, full of questions, suddenly it was as if time had stopped. A question was circulating in your head.

‘What if I can't do it?’

Your mind became empty, your stomach flipped, you looked back and forth at the multitude of letters in the midst of dizziness.

You just solved some tasks. It may not be enough for a better grade. In fact, it won't be. You were in a quite strict university, and it matters a lot.

Not so far away, you heard a door open and then close. You didn't even look up. You were too busy with your own thoughts.

You start badly from this subject. Especially since it was a big test with a double grade value. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

When you returned to reality – without even hearing the footsteps –, you immediately saw the figure in front of you, you looked up at him. It was Nathan. The familiar face on which you always see that typical cocky smile, now he's eyes stared at you anxiously.

“What happened with you?” he asked.

“Nothing” you lied. “Why?”

Unfortunately or not, he knew exactly when you were lying. He has known you for many years, during these times, you have got to know each other pretty well. To put it mildly.

“Because it doesn't seems like nothing” he was looking down at you, with his hands in the pockets of his dark trousers.

“I'm fine” you stated.

“Anyone who's been sitting out here for an hour, not even mentioning where they're gone, and not caring about the cold weather, I don't think they're fine.”

Obviously, he wasn't dumb – just as much as he really was. Even if he didn't know what caused your pain, he knew there was something. He wanted to figure it out fast, and solve it.

You quickly realized you had been sitting there for an hour. ‘Crap.’

“I just...” you started, but you thought twice. “...nevermind, it's not a big deal. Really.”

Suddenly he kneeled in front of you and cupped your cheeks with both strong, but gentle hands, his ocean blue eyes deeply, caringly looking into your (E/C) ones.

“Doesn't matter if it's a 'big deal' or not. You're hurt and I don't like to see you hurt” he said softly. “So please, talk about it.”

You got stunned for a second. You already knew he cares about you, but still, it always made your heart beat faster.

You just nodded. He saw that he had convinced you, so he sat down in front of you in the cold grass and he paid attention to you, curiously, and with a little hint of worry.

You inhaled and open your mouth to talk.

“I messed up the test with the illusion that I had studied enough” you mumbled, not daring to look in his eyes again.

And yet you look up to his face. You saw how the features of his face soften, he was almost completely calmed down.

“(Y/N), c'mon...” he started, but you cut him off.

“You know how important this test was?” you were a bit frustrated. “It has a double grade value and if it gets really bad, it will be very hard to fix!”

“Really hard” he repeated. “But not impossible.”

You looked at him in a slight confusion, but he was right.

“Look” he crawled closer, next to you. “I’ve noticed in the last few days that you’re very tired. You’ve spent more time locked in the room, but when you’re tired, your brain won't be able to process what you’re trying to learn. For self-checking – such as telling the curriculum to yourself –, you don’t even have time for that anymore.”

You were genuinely surprised that he was talking so long and complex about something that wasn’t history or treasure.

“So, I have an idea” he gestured with his hand in the air while explaining, which would make you laugh. “I could stay in your room with you, while you study, and tell me what you memorized.”

“Not a bad idea” you confessed. “From a Drake.”

“Hey!” he whined, pretended to be offended. “I'm trying to help, and that's what I get?”

“But you would distract me, I know” you chuckled.

“I will just sit there, and do nothing, I promise” he even placed his hand on his chest.

“But your whole handsome existence is distra–”

You cut yourself off, when you realized this sentence left your mouth, too loud. And there was no chance he didn't hear it.

“So it's my fault now, huh?” he raised his eyebrows, but you saw the playfulness in his eyes.

“What? No! I mean– I–”

His smile just grew bigger and bigger, when he saw you were extremely blushing by your own embarrassment. You would just slap him in the face, but of course just for fun.

“So, what do you say, sweetheart?” he asked softly, leaning a bit closer to you.

That's it. This behavior. This is what made you feel comfortable and really curious at the same time. Curious about what he's gonna do or say. You never felt that before you two met. He also had this gleam curiosity in his eyes, just like in yours. Now it's almost the same. Just almost, because it was now visible, and you were both aware that there could be a flame from that spark.

And of course, he called you "sweetheart".

You looked down, so he wouldn't see (at least you hoped) how much you liked that he called you by that nickname. But he immediately, fondly grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger, turned your face back towards his, and he kissed you.

It was slow, passionate. His lips were soft against yours. You melted into the kiss, one firm hand travels from your back down to your waist to bring you closer to him, and the other landed on the back of your neck to deepen in the kiss. Your smaller hands held his cheeks and then reached for his hair. As your fingers went through it smoothly, you pulled on it, just a little bit, not wanting to hurt him.

He absolutely loved that. He indicated this by his fingers at your waist deliciously dug into your skin through the cloth, which made you faintly gasp in surprise. He took advantage of this moment and quickly took over the dominance. You enjoyed it so much. You didn't want it to end.

But as soon as both of you ran out of air, your lips parted. Nathan, with a wide smile, placed a small kiss on your face. He started playing with a lock of your hair when you spoke.

“So I don't have to worry about studying alone anymore, right?”

“You're right” he nodded, as he lifted you up into his lap.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, slowing down from the previous high pace.

“And what about my sleeping problems?” you asked jokingly.

You thought he would burst out laughing, as you knew his sense of humor. After the laughter didn't sound from him, you looked up at him. He was silently watching you with mischievous eyes.

“This problem can be solved as well” he said, leaned closer to your ear and whispered “If you really want to.”

The way you melted away in his lap, he loved to see it, and chuckled. And after that, you both said what you wanted to hear best so far.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you even more, sweetheart.”

[imesthersmith]

oh shit