#nate jacobs drabble

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My other Nate fics. If you have the time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or was that the molly?

Probably the molly.

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

Yeah, he decided.

Yes. They. Should.

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

"Whoa."

You frowned. "Excuse me?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

Jesus.

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

"I don't vape."

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

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

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

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

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

"And where was that?"

"With me almost eating you out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the FUCK?"

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

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

"Nate-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can you look at me, please?"

You sighed, looking down. "What?"

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

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

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

FUCK.

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

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

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

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

"Are you a virgin?"

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

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

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

"See? We go great together."

You screamed. But it didn't quite carry.

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

"That's not..."

"Hm? That's not what?"

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

"That's not even remotely..."

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

But there was reason to hesitate.

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

"What?"

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

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

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Why you did it? Question for the ages.

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

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

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

"You high?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I need someone to pick me up."

"Maddy's not free?"

"I didn't check."

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

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

More than Nate had ever cared.

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

You did not need her therapy session right now.

"Nah, I'm fine."

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

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

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

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

"Love? In love? With who?"

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

Oh, thank god. The dumb blonde theory stands.

"I'm not in love with Fez."

"Then why are you so... off?"

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

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

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

"More like guns and shit."

"Y/N, WHAT?!"

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

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

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

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

You nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, though."

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

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

"McKay? Yeah. Yeah."

"How is he? Did he mention me?"

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

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

"You should."

"You think?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then she dropped you home.

And Rue was waiting for you.

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

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

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

"With tequila?"

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

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

"Rue-"

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

"Look, you don't even know-"

"Then tell me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

FUCK!

"Rue, please-"

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

"Rue, you're crossing the li-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But you can do Nate Jacobs?"

You were genuinely about to strangle this fucking trapper cunt.

"Think about it."

What, had she gotten lessons in blackmail from him?

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

"I have a question."

"What?"

"Did you visit Shane in the hospital?"

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

"Huh?"

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

"I didn't ask you to!"`

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

"I didn't!"

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

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

"You could."

You scoffed.

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

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

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

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

Oh. Right. THAT.

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

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

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

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

"I guess not-"

"Yeah. EXACTLY."

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

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

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

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

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

And god help you, you somehow did.

"Rue's blackmailing me."

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

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

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

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

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

"For or about?"

"Both."

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

"Okay, so the choice is clear."

"What?"

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

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

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I dropped your hand: Boyfriend!Nate Jacobs x Female!Reader

-> SUMMARY: ❝ Nate knew he was a fucking coward who didn't know how treating you the way you deserve. ❞

-> heyyy i wrote this while i watched the All Too Well: Short Film (by Taylor Swift), so i did it based on that AMAZING dialogue between Sadie Sink and Dylan O'brien. it's definitely my favorite mv since the release.

⚠️: Angst and Fluff, Open Ending, arguing, cursing, gaslighting mentioned, established relationship, Nate's typical sexist thoughts, unhealthy relationship, Nate's a bad boyfriend (as usual), Based on a scene from All Too Well: Short Film, no use of y/n.

"Fuck... are you kidding me? Stop looking at me like that, that's so fucked up." Nate grumbled hoarsely the moment he watched your pretty eyes fill with tears.

You pretended being tough and you snorted then, turning your body to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, starting to wash the makeup that still remained on your face. But Nate knew you better than anyone. He knew your mask of indifference just didn't match those reactions a little while ago. After all the yelling, you had no reason to lie and pretend like you didn't even want or need an apology.

Nate knew he fucked up everything at that party. He shouldn't left you alone surrounded by other drunk stupid guys, the ones you didn't even know. He also shouldn't ignored you when you sat next to him and his friends. But the worst moment was when he dropped your hand and mocked you as a fucking clingy girlfriend when you tried holding his fingers again.

Damn, he shouldn't have done a lot of things. He knew he had been an asshole to you. He was an asshole to a lot of people, but at least he used to try his best not to disappoint and hurt you. Something he failed most of the time... like that night.

"Hey, hey, hey! C'mon, baby... You know I don't wanna fight with you, princess." He tried hard to hide his trembling voice, his throat burning from drinking hours before and then yelling aggressively at you, also gaslighting when you tried to explain your feelings.

"Nate..." You warned as he hugged you from behind, his strong big body practically covering yours, putting his arms around your collarbone in an soft way so he could kiss the top of your head and look at you two in the mirror at the same time.

"I'm sorry, baby... I dropped your hand." He left a kiss on your hair, enjoying your shampoo's good smell and kissing there again. "Hey... I'm serious, okay? I'm really sorry, princess."

He gently took you by the shoulders to turn you around and face him, so he could dry your crystal tears with his long fingers, seeing you give him a slight embarrassed smile. Nate felt his chest ached with fault at not being able to let off steam.

He would always rather you crying because you thought you weren't good enough for his womanizer but rigorous bad boy reputation, than admit that he was only afraid of looking like a vulnerable and weak man around the other people... a hopeless romantic, madly in love with you. Nate Jacobs was a fucking coward and he knew that.

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

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I write about anything there’s just certain stuff I don’t feel comfortable with writing and if an any case there’s something I don’t feel comfortable with I’ll personally dm you, unless you sent a request anonymously.

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MASTERLIST 💞

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Saltburn 🎀

Felix Catton⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚

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

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

Pregnancy with felix (fluff) ⋆𐙚₊˚

Girl!dad Felix (fluffyyy) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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

Older! Felix headcanons (fluff) ⋆𐙚₊˚

Breeding kink with Felix fic ⋆𐙚₊˚

More breeding kink with felix ⋆𐙚₊

Pregnancy smut with Felix ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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

Felix eating you out ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Being Felix’s dirty secret ⋆𐙚₊˚

Enemies to lovers fic ⋆𐙚₊˚

Getting high with Felix ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Fucking Felix in his cop costume 𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Other Felix concepts!! Small drabbles:

Needy Felix ��˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Felix taking care of you <3

Dating Felix (moodboard) <3

Felix’s little wife <3

Jacob Elordi ᡣ𐭩₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Waking up with Jacob (smut, fluff) ᡣ𐭩

Parent teacher conference ᡣ𐭩

Nate Jacobs ₊˚⊹

Submissive Nate x reader (smutttt)

Baby fever

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Actors/Characters x Male Reader Masterlist

Key: ❤️-Smut 🖤-Angst 🩷-Fluff

Categorised by actor - first can be about actor or a role they've played

Kit Connor

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

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

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

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

Jacob Elordi

🖤❤️ Toxic - Nate Jacobs is a closeted cunt

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

Robert Pattinson

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

Eric Dane (Mark Sloan)

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

Mitchell Hope (Ben Florian)

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

Devon Bostick (Rodrick Heffley)

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

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

Tom Holland

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

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Far Away - Cullen Bohannon x Reader

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Welcome to Sanctuary - Nate/Sole Survivor x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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[princessconsuela120]

NATE JACOBS

*he’s too mean to get a quote*

SERIES!

Wine Coolers

ONE SHOTS, IMAGINES, AND DRABBLES!

(Coming soon)

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🄱🄻🄸🄽🄳🄵🄾🄻🄳🄴🄳 // Nate Jacobs.

Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. SFW, but discretion advised. Drugs.

My other Nate fics. If you have the time.

(HC : Head Cheer. QB: Quarterback. EH : East Highland.)

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

Desc. : His day one.

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June 2014, Freshman Year.

Nate had been pretty fucking sure he'd ace the tryouts for the football team. He was good and everyone fucking knew it. Him. His dad. Now, the issue was that East Highland was pretty fucking strict on their rule about no freshmen on the team unless they were Tom fucking Brady.

So, yeah. Last thirty minutes before the tryouts, he might have had a tiny fucking panic attack in the boys' locker rooms, palms in his face, strands of hair spewing between his fingers, knee bouncing - the whole shebang. No biggie.

And, of course he was careful not to create a rep around school that he was a pussy, or whatever, because he knew that no one else was as dedicated as he was to football (well, except that sophomore, McKay, who was already a shoo-in, and wouldn't come because the whole sophomore class was on some field trip) and hence, he'd be alone thirty whole minutes before tryouts.

That being said, he hadn't really done a Doctor Strange and calculated all the possibilities for stupid ass shit that could happen, seeing as you walked the fuck in, pom-poms and all, aggressively tapping on your phone, the dial tone on speaker as you looked up at the ceiling in frustration. "Pick the fuck up, pick the fuck up.", you'd been muttering under your breath. Voicemail.

"FUCK!"

The clang echoed throughout the lockers, intertwined with your yell.

You'd kicked the goddamn lockers. Something Nate would have only expected of himself. He jumped, and you finally noticed him. "How long you been fucking sitting there, creep?"

"Creep? You're the bitch in the boys' locker rooms!"

"You gonna kick me out?"

Okay, he was close to hyperventilating, a smartass lippy girl was the last thing he needed right now.

Scoffing, shook his head. "No. Knock yourself out. Literally. Keel over and die and shut up."

You'd flipped him off, he knew that, but he couldn't care right now.

"Wait, I fucking know you. Homeroom with Smith.", you mumbled, offhandedly.

"Well, fucking ace for you, man. Could you shut the fuck up?!"

You did, and he looked up, half-expecting you to have been looking at him hurt or tearing up, but you were back on your phone. That's when he noticed you were fucking trembling. Your phone was this close to falling.

"Yo, you good?", he asked, more out of annoyance than concern, but hey. He was being nice.

"How about you shut the fuck up?!", you retorted, the dial tone buzzing throughout the desolate locker room once more.

And, uh, yup, those were tremors. You were basically short-circuiting. "Uh, you really gotta sit down or something, you're two seconds away from blacking out or falling over."

Huffing, you plopped down opposite him, setting your phone down so hard, it was a miracle it didn't crack. Your knee bounced just like his, and you chewed on the inside of your bottom lip.

Clearly, he had to be the chill one here. Ugh.

Willing himself to look out at the window, the sun, the brightness, the birds-singing and all that bullshit to calm him down, he cleared his throat. "Homeroom with Smith, huh?" His voice was way more unsure than he'd wanted it to be.

Your eyes slowly moved from the fluorescent lights above him to his face. You nodded. "Bumped into you first day of school. Embarassing as hell."

Weird, what girls remember. He's tripped on air some twenty times in one day and you don't see him sitting here ages later, mortified about it.

"It's chill. My name's Nate."

"I'm Y/N."

"Nice to meet you.", he said, leaning over and extending his arm with exaggerated grunts of pain to make you laugh and chill the fuck out, and you met him halfway. "Likewise."

"I'm trying out for the football team. Being a rebel and whatnot."

"Oh, same. Not- not the football team. Cheer team. They don't accept freshmen, either, but I've, like, won gymnastics awards, so.", you shrugged.

"That's cool. I've been this jacked since I was twelve, so.", he grinned, mirroring your shrug. "Plus, I love football."

"I love cheer."

He curled his bottom lip down in acknowledgement. "Chill."

"They've all been here for an hour, intimidation-stretching, or whatever."

He raised both eyebrows in sheer surprise at that, thumbing behind him at the door. "The girls?" An hour?

You nodded. "Yeah. They're bitches."

"The fuck's intimidation-stretching?"

"Y'know, showing off their moves while, like, maintaining intense-eye-contact. To psych you out, or whatever."

"Oh, is that why you're so pressed? You're psyched out?"

"No. But they were outright makin' fun of me. So."

"Why, 'cause you're a freshman? That's bullshit. I doubt they even know how to spell gymnastics. Most of 'em are probably repeating twelfth grade.", he scoffed.

You nodded, a small smile on your lips. "So, are they all excluding you, too, or...?", you asked, glancing around at the empty locker room.

"Boys and girls are different. Your competition's been there for an hour. Mine won't be here till half a minute before the actual fucking tryouts."

"Wouldn't that make you a shoo-in? More dedication?"

He shook his head, bringing his knee onto the bench next to him, turning over to fix the laces on his cleats. "Doesn't work like that."

"Should."

He shrugged. "Lots of 'shoulds', y'know. None of them actually ever happen."

"What, like world peace?"

"Yeah, nah, fuck world peace."

"Careful, the UN will put a hit on you."

"I'll bomb 'em."

You snorted. "Sick."

He didn't exactly know what kind of 'sick' you meant, but something told him it was the kind that proved you shared his humour, maybe a bit.

Your phone dinged. "Fuck. Hey, our tryouts start in five, so."

"Chill. Break a leg."

"What?"

"Y'know, like good luck."

"That's for actors and musicians and shit. You and I better hope we don't break a leg.", you replied, accepting his fist-bump.

"Do well, then. You will. Good luck."

"You, too!", you called. "Thanks!"

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, now he had to go back to calming himself down without the diversion task of calming someone else down, too. Great.

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"Holy shit, Nate, holy shit, holy shit, holy--", you yelled, scampering hurriedly down the bleachers as he sprinted to you, catching you as you reached the last step, spinning you around. "Holy shit!"

"I know, I know, right?! They just let me in!", he exclaimed, setting you down. Neither of you had any idea what the fuck had just happened (panic-attack-trauma-bonding), but he didn't fucking care, too fucking exhilarated from his achievement to even think.

"Just? Dude, you were fucking bomb out there! You were like, fuckin' whizzing on the field, man!", you declared, punching his chest.

"How'd yours go?", he asked, trying to catch his breath from both the tryouts and the rush to the bleachers.

You zipped open your duffle, and he peered over into it. A flash of aquamarine. A fucking cheer uniform. "Let's fucking go!", he cheered, dapping you up. "What happened to the intimidation-stretching bitches?"

Thumbing to the other side of the field, you shrugged. "I'm definitely getting cyberbullied or something." Holy shit, those were some pissed off juniors.

"Yeah? That's how you know you won.", he laughed, rapping his fingers on his helmet, his eyes darting from it to you. "So, we're officially the coolest fucking freshmen ever."

"Yeah, it's like, officially EH lore now, for real."

"I'll see you out on the field, then? Once the season starts, in August?", he asked, slinging his bag onto his shoulder as you did the same with yours.

"Yeah, for sure. See you around, man."

He held out his fist, grinning when it met your own. "See you around."

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January 2016, last semester of Sophomore Year.

It was around this time that he'd met Maddy.

And he'd really fucking liked her.

His first ever girlfriend, and first ever love.

Or was she his first ever love? No, I mean, he loved her, but was she his first? Nah, you know what, no time for this bullcrap. You're not here for a psychoanalysis, no, you're here to watch his stupid decisions one by one by motherfucking one, like a cinema reel.

And sophomore year was one.

Look, he knew that to be a good boyfriend, kissing other girls was probably not a good idea. Loyalty and all that. It's the principle. But he couldn't just stop making out with you, I mean, you needed practice before going on your first date, and it's not like you could ask anyone else in this godforsaken school, now could you ( you didn't ask, but whatever. Irrelevant) ? No, he was the closest thing you had to a guy friend.

How'd it go, HC? Did you suck face?

No. He said he wants to go on a second date before all that.

He's a fairy.

What? Fuck you, man. Maybe he's just a gentleman.

Or maybe he just likes (gentle) men.

Put that wordplay into your English essays and maybe you'll beat me one day.

You bring up grades every time you lose an argument, it's fucking annoying.

Whatever, I got to get up and go to school tomorrow. Conduct cheer tryouts and whatever.

Night, HC.

Good night, QB.

See? It was actually weird how scared he was of Maddy finding his phone. Was it even flirting if he was just insulting you and letting you 'win' arguments half the time? No. It wasn't, so why was he worried Maddy might think it was? Maybe he was paranoid.

And yes, he could've just acquiesced once, instead of continuing to text you because he'd 'learnt a new move Maddy seemed to like', but it's the fucking considerate thing to do. What if the guy you were going out with whipped out some weird new thing with his tongue and you looked like an idiot? It's called friendship.

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"Oh, hey, I wanted to ask, you and Mads on or off again?", you asked, standing up to stretch, and then go on the same tour you always did around his room, when you were there for your blunt-sessions. His bedside, his dumbbells, his closet, his mirror, then back to him.

He scoffed as he lay down, patting the space next to him, that you thankfully filled. Gently stroking the hair on your forehead, he sighed, before taking a long drag of the joint. "Why? You need help? He's trying to take things to the next level or sm'n?"

"Yeah, but, like, Maddy's my friend now, you sure you can help me without it being weird?"

He didn't know why, but he didn't like the thought of his day-one calling someone else her friend. Rubbed him the wrong fucking way.

"Uh huh." He waved you off, putting it out. "It's cool. We're on a break, anyway. Okay, so second base.", he said, clapping his palms together as he sat up, gazing down at you, softly pushing you to lay back down. "Usually, he'll do a little something like - move your hair to the side for me, yeah, there we go - something like this...", he murmured, his lips dancing gently across your jugular vein before he seamlessly began lowering them to your clavicle. "And he'll probably get a little bit of this action.", he added, his hand fondling your breast over your clothes. "He might unclasp your bra if he's feeling confident, but that's more third base stuff, so I wouldn't worry about it."

"What if he does, though?"

"You can say 'stop'. As long as he isn't a rapist creep, then you're solid."

"He isn't. He's really nice."

"Ew, bro, are you blushing?", he mock-gagged, tossing a pillow at your face and sitting back on his heels as he lit up another doobie.

"Look, he's really nice, like, gentleman-type. I'm just grateful my first-ever boyfriend isn't a total dickwad."

He leaned over and nudged your foot with his elbow, watching you chuckle from the opposite edge of the bed. "No, seriously, why not just become official, if you're fine letting him feel you up? Is he someone super ugly? Like, social-suicide-level-ugly? Come on, who is it?"

"Shut up, I'm not telling you."

"Wow, okay, yeah, no, for sure. Not like I've been your best fucking friend since freshman fucking year.", he scoffed, doing his best to look hurt as he reached for his phone.

"Hey, hey, that's not fair!"

His phone buzzed. "Yo, that's probably Maddy, you should--"

"Don't change the fucking subject."

His phone rang, this time.

"Did your voice just go deeper?", you giggled, after he was done. Yeah, the weed was definitely hitting you like a freight train. He wasn't too far behind.

"Oh, fuck off.", he snorted, tossing another pillow at you.

And that was pretty much it. You never spoke of it again.

In fact, weirdly, you never spoke again, for rest of the year.

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June 2016, First Semester of Junior Year.

There comes a time in every girl's life where the guys in her life just do a full 180 and become absolute dicks in every sense of the word. They ghost you, or they bully you, or they start being overtly sexist around and to you. Now, the issue was that Nate was really fucking classy about it. So he wasn't uncouth or rude or anything, but the texts stopped.

With him now being official with Maddy, it had seemed the best way to ease his own conscience and make sure both of you had a smooth junior and senior year.

Now, the two of you had never been all BFF-goals during the first two years of school, aside from the sporadic text message you'd exchanged off the field. So, no, you didn't really care that the texts stopped - hell, you barely noticed. You had your own shit going on. Mutinies in the squad, favoritism from Coach to you, rumours of favoritism from you - the head cheer - to certain members, it was all confusion.

And, to top it all off, first home game of the season? You got sick.

A little rundown of EH football tradition. Home games are the best. Home games mean pep rallies. Pep rallies mean running through the cafeteria, jumping on tables while the cheerleaders hype them up. Slight problem. Nate had been under the impression that cheering couldn't happen without the head cheer.

Again, you couldn't particularly call him a friend in public because you'd get branded a slut quicker than you could shake your little pom-poms and if he called you a friend, he'd 100% lose face in front of the whole school quicker than he'd usurped the previous team captain in his freshman fucking year.

That being said, he wasn't one for unfairness.

And that's why he frowned when Coach asked him why in the hell he was getting his lunch instead of huddling up with the team for the pep rally. "Isn't that tomorrow?"

"When the hell did I tell you it was tomorrow, son, huh?"

"The head cheer's not here."

"So? Her deputy's there. What do I care if she isn't here? Go on, get."

Sure, games happen without the captain of the team, but they're usually crappy, and Coaches tend to postpone them. He'd figured that would be the same for a cheer squad, but apparently you being sick hadn't meant shit to the rest of your "team"?!

He thought that was bullshit, honestly. It was probably Christmas morning for the people you'd beat out and then graciously allowed into the squad this year. And then, Nate did something real fuckin' stupid. He listened to himself.

And somehow, his thoughts had led him to the grave conclusion that they'd been behind your sick leave of absence that day. Coughing on you or something, how should he know, he wasn't a fucking doctor.

And so, yeah, he may have tripped the bitches - whosever face he remembered, at least - who'd made fun of you and then somehow induced your illness, in the middle of the cafeteria.

"What the fuck, Jacobs?!"

"What? That shit was an accident! Like we don't have it worse out on the field. Suck it up, cheer, honestly."

Yeah, he'd gotten benched from that weekend's home game. Not for long, though, the team was dying without him, so Coach pulled him in barely two plays after benching him, which was fucking great.

What wasn't fucking great was that now Coach - and subsequently, the rest of the team - knew that he cared about who the fuck you were. None of the other guys here even knew there was a head cheer, much less who she was and why she was absent.

And now, you were unnecessarily on every one of his teammate's radars. The EH football team operated on a if-she-fucked-one-of-us-we're-all-her-type-basis.

What's worse, no one even told you about what Nate had done.

So, to recap, you didn't know why you were suddenly getting attention from the football team, and you also didn't know why Nate was suddenly watching you in the hallways, scrutinizing every interaction of yours.

You didn't know anything.

You were going into this blindfolded.

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December 2016, Last Semester of Junior Year

"Yo, HC!"

No fucking way!

Your head whipped around, and he was there, grinning, all teeth and chewing gum with his arms out wide as if you were supposed to jump into them. Hopping off the bus-stand-bench, you jogged over to him (not jumped, jogged), dropping your bags before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder so he could scratch his knuckles on your scalp.

He practically squeezed you, spinning you around the same way as the bleachers after your joint-crowning as the coolest fucking freshmen ever. "It's been, like, decades !"

"What are you doing here?"

"Maddy wanted me to pick her up - she had to stay after-school for something, I dunno - but she changed her mind last minute, she's going home with Cassie. So I'm just here. Walkin' around. Lookin' for the coolest junior HC in EH lore."

You laughed, and he squinted up at the sky, then down at his watch. "You need a ride? A real fucking ride, not some ten year old's wet dream of a joyride.", he scoffed, glaring at the bus-stand.

'Ride' being code for either E or blow.

You were wiped. Cheer tryouts take a lot out of you, especially when it's hot as fuck and some extremely untalented people start beef with you because they think you've rejected them just to be a bitch. Since morning, you've been sitting with Coach, working through batch after batch. And the new kids - they were the fucking worst.

And so, yeah, you abandoned your stupid ass bus ticket to go do weed with the QB of the team you cheered for.

Who wouldn't?

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"So why did Maddy just ditch you?"

"She didn't ditch me.", he reminded, watching you take a long drag of the blunt from his peripheral. "She said she forgot she had a sleepover at Cassie's."

"Yeah, I figured she might wanna celebrate with her, first.", you muttered, offhandedly. Nate almost screamed.

"Celebrate what?" As far as he knew, it was nowhere close to either Maddy's or Cassie's birthday.

"She didn't text you yet?", you asked, sitting up and resting your elbows on your knees.

"About what?"

"She made the cheer squad today. They both did."

He had to sit up for that one. "She tried out for the cheer squad?"

He vividly remembered telling her not to. He didn't like extraneous variables, and you and her being in close proximity definitely was one.

"She made the cheer squad."

"You approved it? What, as, like, a favour to me, or some shit?"

You snorted, leaning over to place the blunt on his lips which he took a drag of, before tapping your nose and taking the whole thing from you. He was gonna need a couple more puffs, that was for sure. "I approved it because she's really fucking good."

"Uh huh."

"I'm serious."

"Yeah?", he grumbled, blowing a bubble with his gum before chewing it again.

"She didn't tell you she was trying out? Fuck, maybe she wanted it to be a surprise, and I fucked it up."

"No, she's just a bitch when she wants to be."

"Lay off her, man, you know she's too good for you."

He really couldn't argue with that. But he'd sure as fuck try. "In what way? We're soulmates or whatever."

"Aren't soulmates supposed to give you peace?"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he flicked your forehead. "How's it going with you and fairy-guy?"

"Good, weirdly. He's sweet. And that wasn't a line, he really did want to get to know me before any of the first base stuff."

"So you're, like, you guys are a thing now?", he asked, smoke enveloping his view of the ceiling.

"Why's your room so boring, bro? Like, it's... it's all one colour."

"Uh, no, there's grey, there's white, there's black.", he retorted, clearing his throat as he crossed his legs, watching you run your finger over his dumbbells. "No, seriously, you guys fucked yet?"

"Nate!"

"What?", he chuckled, shrugging as he grunted, getting up to kneel on the bed. "I'm just saying. On-and-off be damned. You can't just stop at second base. You gotta let him in you."

"You're gross.", you muttered, moving to his closet before he stopped you. "Gross? Gross?", he scoffed, grabbing your arm and pulling you to kneel on the bed with him. "You're a prude. I bet you don't even know how it works.", he said, blowing some smoke - and some wisps of your hair away - at your face.

"I do, too, know how it works."

"Sure, the mechanics. What goes where. But if I asked you how it felt?"

"I know how it feels."

"I swear to god, man, you're gonna start listing off the hormones involved in sex and I'm going to get a fucking aneurysm.", he replied, brushing the hair he'd just blown out of place back into place.

"Fine, then you tell me how it feels. Mister-Seventeen-Year-Old-Sex-Expert--"

If there was a camera like in The Office, he'd have smirked into it. It's funny you thought you would get to finish that sentence with how fucking blitzed he was. Naïve, more like.

"Maddy really fucking loved this one.", he groaned against your lips, sitting back on the bed and bringing you down on top of him. "You should try it with fairy-guy."

"Which one?"

"The thing I'm about to do with my tongue. Just wait."

See, tiny problem. He'd been so focused on actually getting you to agree to make out with him for the first time in a fucking long time (so much for ignoring you out of guilt) that he hadn't exactly thought of what 'new thing' he was going to show you when he did.

"Hey! Whoa!"

"What? This is still second base!", he murmured, his lips now on your collarbone, his hand gently unclasping your bra.

"I thought third base was, like, French-kissing."

"Any kind of kissing is first base. God, I have so much to teach you, young Padawan."

His phone buzzed. Ugh. "Yo, Nate, that's probably Maddy, you should-- Nate. Come on. We're high.", you reminded, and he nearly fucking hit you, rolling his eyes as he watched you get off his lap and hand him his phone.

"What, Maddy? Uh-huh, yeah, I know, I heard. I bumped into Y/N, and she told me. Yeah. We're gonna talk about this shit later. Yeah, I'm real fucking happy for you, did you forget what we talked about? I said don't try out for- yeah? Then why the fuck--? No, no, don't make this into some feminist issue-- right, okay, listen, I'm out right now, I'll call you later."

He sighed as he set his phone down and looked at you, a fucking vision. Yeah, probably not the best idea, fucking you right now.

He had to do that fully conscious.

"Who is fairy-guy? You realise he's basically your Maddy, right? On-and-off, pushing you to your fucking limit?"

You rolled your eyes, flipping him off as you stretched.

"Come on. Who am I gonna tell?"

"Everyone!"

He guffawed, rolling his eyes and pressing his lips to your temple as he busied his fingers with your hair again. "C'mon."

"You're not gonna tell anyone, alright?"

"Cross my heart."

"Say the next part."

"Jeez- cross my heart and hope to die. You want a pinky promise next?"

"Yeah, actually. We're keeping it low-key, and I can't have you spreading it all around."

Huffing magnanimously, he gripped your pinky with his, both of you kissing your own fists as you did. "Alright. This guy better be the Pope or some shit."

"It's Christopher McKay."

If he hadn't already been sitting down, he'd have fainted. "What the fuck?! McKay!?"

"Yeah, why? You regret the whole fairy-guy comment now, don't you?"

"I mean, he isn't a fairy, definitely not. But, y'know, I- nah, never mind. Whatever. Good for you guys.", he muttered, pulling your face into his chest as he squeezed you tighter.

Okay, maybe that was the tiniest bit manipulative. No one gives a shit, shut up. Three, two, one...

"But what?"

There it is. He smiled against the top of your hair.

"But nothing. He's my homie. I can't fuck this up for him."

"And what? I'm not?", you asked, pulling away from his chest. "Tell me!" He had to hold your wrists together to make sure you didn't accidentally uppercut him.

"It's just... y'know, he's like, nice and all.", he cleared his throat. He was such an asshole. He shouldn't be talking his friend down. Fuck! "The nice guys are usually the fake ones. The ones that only want one thing."

"You're telling me McKay's like that?"

"I mean, he could've changed, but that's... we can't judge people on their worst mistakes."

He was going to hell.

You shifted, biting your lip unsurely as you sat up to put out the blunt, and then stared at his wall in thought, your arms around your knees.

"What? You're giving him the benefit of doubt?"

You shrugged. "I don't--"

"Wow. Right. Noted. Okay."

Shaking your head, you sat up, looking down at him. "Don't do that."

"Do what?", he grumbled.

"Take everything so personal."

"How else am I fucking supposed to take it when you're basically choosing McKay's words over mine?"

"One year, man, a whole year, and he hasn't done anything--"

"Three years, and I haven't done anything to hurt you!"

You went silent at that, and he shuffled up onto his elbows, moving some hair to nestle behind your ear. "Have I?"

Please don't bring up the ghosting, please don't bring up the ghosting.

"Well... no."

"You need to talk about this shit beforehand, man. Maddy and I did."

"Right, like your relationship isn't the 10th circle."

"I know you and I know him. Who's better to mediate? Next time we're all together, we'll talk this shit out, okay?"

Shut up, alright? Maybe he's changed. Maybe he really wanted to fix you and McKay up!

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January 2017, New Year's, last semester of Junior Year.

The door slammed, and you flinched, closing your eyes momentarily.

"Yo, you wanna explain that shit out there?"

"What?"

"He just fucking kissed you."

"That's what boyfriends do. Go do some of that with Maddy, your relationship issues will be solved."

"I'm just saying, maybe you should hold off on the PDA until you sort shit out between yourself. Isn't that why I'm here? Ignoring the fact you didn't even trust me enough to tell me McKay was fairy-guy!"

"And how does Maddy feel about that? Does she even know?"

"Like McKay knows we're friends?"

"Yeah, he does! I got nothing to hide!"

Silence. Then, "That's why he glared at me when he kissed you."

"He didn't do shit, you're delusional! Alright?! Not every fucking thing is about you! It's always about you! God, you don't deserve her, you know?"

"You shut the fuck up about Maddy and me, okay?!", he cried, taking a swig from his bottle before placing it with a clink on the counter.

He was growing louder and coming closer. Oh, this absolute brotard!

"Then you shut the fuck up about McKay and me!"

He glared at you for a minute. "You're pissing me off! Fuck! You've been doing this shit all season, I came to this stupid fucking party to chill out, and here you are, messing with me again!"

"How the fuck am I messing with you, fucktard?! We haven't even spoken in--"

"You know, you're really fucking with me right now?! Really fucking getting on my last goddamn nerve!", he continued, jaw clenched as his fingers grabbed your jaw, digging into your cheeks.

"You're gonna have to leave me the fuck alone, from now, okay?!"

"And what's with unfollowing me? What- loyalty to your boyfriend? What the fuck's that bullshit about?!", he scoffed, ignoring you completely, blatantly. "After everything I've done for you?!"

"Like what?! Teaching me how to kiss?! Huh? Or feeling me up and pretending like that was you helping me?"

Oh, fuck. McKay had been telling you the same shit about Nate as Nate had about McKay. Fair. Karma.

"Hey, fuck you, that was me helping you! You think I'd want to feel you up, huh? Or fuck you?!", he screamed, and you were pretty sure with how hard his thumbs were pressing, you'd wake up with dimples the next morning.

"Yeah, actually! I think you're a fucking creep, yeah, I think you'd want to, 100%!"

His glare shifted almost imperceptibly from your eyes, pooled with rage and a mild hint of fear, to your lips, and before you noticed it, he'd already come crashing down on them.

One thing was clear from the kiss. Nate Jacobs no longer thought you were a good friend. In fact, he probably fucking hated you. This was a hate-kiss, and usually, they're far, far better than the ones given by people who you love (and who love you).

It was now your turn to grip his jaw, and you had to pry him off you. You glared at him for a moment, breathless and pissed, before you shook your head. "Get your shit together, Jacobs! I really like McKay."

He nodded, earnestly. "And I really love Maddy."

And then he was on you again, hands unsure where the fuck to go, but sure that they had to hold you right fucking there. So one of them was on your shoulder, grip so tight you'd be close to buckling if the other one hadn't been on your rear, gluing you to him.

"Yeah, Maddy! She's one of my best friends!", you yelled, and he shrugged.

"McKay's one of my best friends."

Simple as that. You had no fucking idea what that was supposed to prove, or state, but there he was, on your lips again, yanking you back against him as his fingers groped for the doorknob behind him.

Click.

No fucking way this piece-of-shit-disgrace-to-humanity thought you were gonna fuck him in a party bathroom.

"I don't think so!", you scoffed, shoving him away. "Fuck off, Nate, seriously! You have got to stop drinking, man."

"Would you break up with McKay if I broke up with Maddy?"

"Huh- what, no!"

"If I promised to love and cherish you and all that bullshit, would you?"

"Are you jealous?"

It's a quiet question, because raising your voice when asking him something that accusatory is a death sentence. You're lucky you stepped back, because he'd have lunged at you, right then, right there.

"Of what? Fucking you? You and McKay? No, you pansies deserve each other!"

"Could you put that shit down, for fuck's sake?!", you screamed, and he nodded, taking the last swig before throwing it on the floor, where it rattled weakly by your feet. "Alright, listen, you're switching up on me, Nate, real fast, and it's confusing. You wanna love and cherish me one second, and I'm a pansy the next?"

"Listen, I'm hammered, yeah? Don't- don't put too much stock into what I say."

Was he... was he trembling?

"Okay. You wanna… you want some space, to like, recover? Can I go?"

"Could you not?"

Fuck. You'd hoped he'd kick you out.

"Please?"

"Yeah, okay, okay, chill, I'll stick around."

"Thank you." Ew, that was so foreign out of his mouth, you had to do a double-take.

And then he did something devastatingly worse than kissing you. He hugged you, the same way he'd hugged you when you two were fourteen and coming fresh off the accomplishment of breaking East Highland's no-freshman-on-any-team-rule. His nose in your hair, his arms around your back, your hands in the back of his hair. Yeah, it was an extremely cheap replica of that moment. No bleachers, a goddamn party bathroom.

He breathed against your ear, the rate of it increasing as he tugged you closer, doing his best to merge himself to you. "You're gonna have to stop being nice to me, or I'm going to leave my girlfriend for you." It came out as a whisper, an afterthought, an uncertainty.

You snorted, stroking the hair at his nape once more. "Yeah, sure, I'll just be a cunt."

"You can't do that, either. You seen me and Maddy? Pisses me off. And anger just turns me on, clearly. "

"Indifference, then? That's what you want from me?"

"I just want you to be there, okay?"

"What, like a backup? You and Maddy are on a break, and you get to stick your tongue in my throat?"

"You'd keep me in check, y'know?", he grumbled, kissing your cheek in the most genuinely friendly way possible. "I wouldn't go around fucking random whores."

"Only you, Nate, could justify this shit."

"Come on, HC, you know you love me."

You did not love Nate. You just couldn't love him when he was here so pathetically, clinging onto you like he'd made nothing but a series of mistakes in his whole life, and you were the only thing that wasn't one of them.

"You need me to help you sober up? I could get you water. Bread, to soak up the liquor."

"I just need you."

Great, he was being cute, now. Fucking ace.

Ugh. What a disgusting thing to say. After ghosting you, acting like he was better than you?

But then, he was muttering things that, if you'd heard them right, almost sounded like he was saying he'd missed you, and you weren't so sure.

"Hey, whoa, Nate--"

And then you felt like a cunt, because his face looked like the first time you'd seen him. In fact, it was exactly the same as the first time you'd seen him. Jesus. He wasn't panic-attacking on you, was he? He trembled once more, and then you realised, yes, he was.

Not just on you.

About you.

Which was just fucking great.

"Homeroom with Smith, huh?", you mumbled against his temple.

He nodded. "I bumped into you. Embarrassing as hell."

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September 2018, Senior Year.

By your senior year, McKay had moved on to college (and Cassie Howard), and you were actually kind of enjoying life. Sure, the odd jock who thought you'd fucked both Nate and McKay asked you out, but hey. You were still free to say no. What could he do? Blackmail you with nudes you'd never given out, or sex tapes you'd never filmed?

"Thank you, girl, fuck!", squealed Taylor, a freshman (who, like you, had also won gymnastics awards, making you feel a very fucking full-circle, Disney-movie-type-feeling) hugging you as tight as possible without you ending up asphyxiated. "I didn't think I'd make it!"

"You're really fucking good, freshie, c'mon. You'd have made it, either way. Welcome to the squad.", you laughed, handing her the cheer uniform.

"I'm gonna look so fucking sexy in this."

"Yeah, you probably will, yeah.", you nodded, chuckling as she waved.

Your cheer coach high-fived you as you shut the gymnasium doors and took down the sign for 'Cheer Tryouts'. "So, we got, what, three new girls? That's good. Great, even."

"Whoa, no, we got two. Taylor Kingsley and Carmen Adams, this year."

"Oh. We need one more. The formation we have planned for this year needs an overall even number."

"Wildcard? Call one of the graduated cheerleaders? Someone from, uh, Chris McKay's batch, maybe?"

"Could work.", she muttered, thoughtfully. "I'll see if we can change it up or add an extra base or flyer in the middle or something. We'll get back to you. Stay online, okay?"

"Yes, Coach."

You slung your bag onto your shoulders as you trudged out to the bus-stand in front of the school. The late, 4-O'clock- sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the nostalgic feeling that comes with being a senior was ringing through you.

And you should have just gone straight home from there. But, uh. Something came up.

Long time, HC. How you been?

Yeah, good, QB. You?

I'm fine. 🍃? My place in 5?

Fuck. First thing this guy texts you in a whole two academic years and it's asking you to get wasted. Fucking hell. It was so unbelievably Nate, you had to laugh.

Can't in 5. Maybe in 10. Need to get home and change.

Bet. See you.

Did you even really wanna go was the question. You were wiped, once again. You'd had back-to-back double gym in the morning, then two pop quizzes and then cheer practice, then you and Coach had to conduct cheer tryouts.

Wait, did you just give yourself reasons to go get high with your day-one? Yeah. Fuck.

Talk about full-circle.

[sinisternymphette]

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[savysxwritings]

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

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

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

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

[multifariousqueer]

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

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ my AU collection… ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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

my readers. au drabbles m.list. back to the nav.

♡ new girl au — all content.

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

♡ love island au — all content.

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

♡ the purge au — all content.

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

♡ toxic!theo — all content.

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

♡ stalker!theo — all content.

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

♡ dealer!theo — all content.

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

♡ brother’s bsf!theo — all content.

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

♡ bsf!theo — all content.

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

♡ stepbro!theo — all content.

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

♡ military!theo — all content.

no info yet.

♡ other aus

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

♡ coming soon…

football (soccer)!theo… fbi!theo…

[casualwriters]

Enemies | Elliot x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Click you both were lock into a room together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine you were right" Rue snicker

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