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Shut up m'dudes, it's a national holiday
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real tumblr girl vibe is rechecking peoples bios before you say their name in an ask even if we've been mutuals for 10 years bec i don't want to make a Mistake
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his homosexual repression and autistic mannerisms have captivated me
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Nate come back I love you
The bracelet
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pairing: Nathan Drake x Reader
word count: 3,5 k
warnings: drinking
summary: You meet Nathan while he's working at the bar. He recognizes you and tries to steal your bracelet because he knows you're filthy rich. Instead, you manage to steal his heart.
a/n: This idea originally was supposed to be smut, but I changed my mind. I could make the smut part a part 2 if it's liked enough?
part2
Your black high heels clicked on the floor as you made your way over to the bar. The black dress that tightly hugged your body was making it rather uncomfortable to move and breathe but it certainly did make you look fantastic. Heads were turning to look at you, an emotionless expression on your own face, avoiding eye contact. It was your first night out since the divorce, which made you even more anxious, especially since you deciced to go out alone, no friends, no driver, no bodyguard. After your husband left you, or rather you left him with half of his fortune, which included a hotel to own, you hadn't really been there much, it brought back too many bad memories. But tonight wasn't about the bad memories, it was about forgetting them. So, you sat down in front of the bartender, looking him up and down before he even managed to notice you, placing your bag next you as your hands rested on the bar. He was handsome and young, his dark hair styled nicely. He looked at your hands, staring at the diamond bracelet on your left wrist before his eyes shot up and looked into your own. You smiled at him, crossing your legs on the stool and adjusting your position.
“Aren’t you too pretty to be here alone?” He asked you, placing down the glass he was previously cleaning.
“Aren’t you too handsome to be a bartender?” You asked back casually, earning yourself a raised eyebrow from the man in white shirt and black vest.
“So what will it be tonight? Sex on the beach?”
“Last time I checked the beach was pretty far from here”
He shook his head at you, bitting back a smile.
“A martini would be fine”
“Really? A martini? I can do better than that”
You turned your back to him, resting your elbows on the bar. Looking around the place for a few seconds, taking in the scenery. It was calm and relaxing, piano playing in the background, the soft chatter of people all around, the sounds of the cute bartender moving around behind you. The lights of the crystal chandelier flickering softly. It felt like the 20s, like a scene from "The great Gatsby". Rich people everywhere, expensive drinks, expensive furniture, muffled private conversaions, secret lovers shooting eachother provocative glances. You got almost lost in the moment of calmness, closing your eyes for a second before your nirvana was interrupted by a soft. “Your martini madam”, which made you turn slowly. Your small hand grabbed the tall martini glass, taking a sip from it as you kept staring at the brow-haired boy, a soft smile on your lips. He was way smoother in his movements than you anticipated him to be, you barely even noticed when exactly he took the diamond bracelet off of your wrist. Fascinating, you didn’t expect the night to become so fun so soon. He was one of your own, a smuggler, a man of deception. He went on making drinks for other clients while you stared at him, playing with the olive in your glass. It felt like the bar was a barrier between your two worlds, you knew he probably made minimum wadge without the tip. And there you were, on the other side of the bar, owning half of the hotel, dressed in a Versache dress that was probably worth more than his rent, not a single care in the world but your shattered heart. Guess some were better at deception than others. However, he managed to capture your attention, even if not intended by him.
“I didn’t catch your name” you said as he came near you, playing around with the shaker as he was mixing something up.
“Nate” he replied with a stern voice, poring out the content in a pretty glass and serving it to the person who had ordered. He seemed slightly anxious, like he was avoiding your gaze. Crucial mistake when stealing.
Nate retuned back to you shortly, his body seemed stiff, and he wiped some sweat from his forehead. He worked hard, you could say that, but he mostly looked nervous.
“I assume you already know who I am, since you didn’t ask”
He thought for a second as he looked into your pretty eyes, analysing your face, or rather admiring your features. He cleared his throat after he caught himself staring, breaking the intense eye contact and grabbing a glass to clean.
“I know” he replied shortly, continuing his act of polishing the glass.
Of course he knew who you were, your face was in the newspapers way too often for your own good, along with the change of surname every once in a while. He thought that those tabloids never did you justice now that he had seen you. In the pictures you always seemed gorgeous, but not even nearly as gorgeous as you were under the warm lights of the bar. They called you the “black widow of the upper east side", rumours about your intimate relationships with some of the richest men in New York were spreading like a forest fire. Even if in reality they were nothing more than just fiction, one thing was not, and it was your marriage to the owner of The Ritz-Carlton, the very place he worked at. Nate had heard about the divorce from clients here and there, everyone was talking about how you had managed to set him up into fake cheating on you so you could divorce him. Brilliant move, unfortunately, it was just a rumour. Maybe in your previous marriage you had pulled a stunt or two to get out with as much money as possible, fake accusations, setting up scenes, they were your speciality. But not this time, this time the cheating was very real and very much not your own idea. Maybe that's why this time it hurt so bad, because you actually loved your, now ex, husband. Defeat was something hard to admit for someone with so much pride and confidence as yourself. Nate knew nothing, only gossip.
“Then why did you take my bracelet? It was a gift from my ex husband” you asked, earning yourself a shocked looked for a brief second, before he put on his poker face and looked away. He had a few ways to play his cards in that moment, thoughts calculating the possible outcomes of each one.
“You could’ve lost it” he stated “Do you want me to look around and ask if anyone has found anything?”
You smile at him charmingly, making him blush slightly. You gracefully stood up from your stool, placing your arms on the bar as you hovered closer to him, faces side by side, your cheeks almost touching each other. You whispered in his ear softly, which got Nate’s heart beating so loud he could barely hear your words. While he was busy being nervous your hand travelled down to the pocket of his pants, slipping inside and finding the heavy jewellery that was previously on your wrist. The weight and shape of the bracelet felt familiar between your fingers, I’d worn it countless of times. You took it out, your hand travelling up Nate’s body.
“I have to admit your work is impressive” you said, hand still moving slowly up until you reached his shoulder. You knew he couldn’t feel a thing because your movement was slow enough and far away enough. “But you still have to master the speed of your hands, your touch needs to be like silk, felt only when you want it to be” you continued whispering in his ear.
You knew your mission was successful when he flinched at the touch of the cold diamonds against the bare skin of his neck. You smiled at him and pulled away, shock written all over his pretty face.
“Looks like I found my bracelet!” You giggled happily, clicking it on your wrist as he stared at you.
Nate obviously didn’t know what to say and how to react, he knew that one wrong move would get him fired, possibly arrested and charged with theft. However, your smile suggested otherwise.
“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re scared” you told him, taking a sip from the martini. “Don’t be, I wouldn’t say a word, actually, you can have the bracelet if you want it, I came here and I intended to lose it”
And it was the truth. It was the only gift your dear ex husband ever gave you that was not originally bought for his mistress and passed down to you when she didn’t like the gift. This was the only gift you knew, or at least liked to think that, was ever bought with the intention to be given to you. It hadn’t left your wrist in public since. After the divorce you kept it as a reminder that for a brief moment there actually was a version of you that was loved by your husband, there was a version of you that you were capable of loving someone too. Now it was a token of a broken, dysfunctional marriage, that came crumbling down the second your foot stepped out of the presence of your husband. With a swift motion you took it off, placing the bracelet on the bar. It sparkled almost blindingly under the soft interior light. Nate’s eyes kept travelling from your face to the bracelet and back. He was rested against the bar, unsure of what the right move was. He assumed it was some sort of trick that would get him in a lot of trouble. You smiled reassuringly as his hand reached for the diamond jewlery, taking it and placing it in his pocket again.
"Well, it's not every day that someone tips you with a diamond bracelet" he said, making you giggle softly
''You'll have more use of it than I do, that's for sure'' you told him, finishing up the martini. You took out the olive and ate it, starting to get lost in your sour thoughts about the bracelet and what it symbolised.
"Another drink?" he asked, taking you out of your train of thought
"Maybe another night" you said, feeling overwhelmed enough to want to leave. "All this bracelet talk kind of ruined my mood"
Nathan was undeniably very handsome, and you did come with the idea of not leaving alone but all the memories of your ex came rushing in and was about to turn your night into a nightmare. You took out some money from your purse to pay him from the drink but he stopped you, placing a hand over yours.
"It's on me"
"Aww, a gentleman" you smiled at him "Some lady is going to be very lucky with you"
"Maybe you could be that lady" he winked, shooting you a smile.
You looked at him confused for a split second, starting to laugh softly at his sudden boldness. You got up, collecting your things and straightening out your dress while he watched your every movement.
“You don’t have to be nice to me because I gave you the bracelet”
"I was serious" he stated "How about I pick you up after my shift and lighten up your mood?"
"Pick me up from where exctly?" you asked, almost not believing what he was saying.
"Here, 12:30, lose that dress and put on somethig more comfortable"
You looked at him in disbelief but agreed. As you walked away from the bar you could feel his eyes on you as you ocassionally stopped here and there too greet some people you knew. Maybe this "date" was going to be a nice change of pace. After all of the dating on the upper east side, the luxury restaurants, the balls, the charity events, you had no actual idea what people usually did when they were on normal dates anymore. After not one but two failed marriages, the dating world seemed so distant, so surreal. Frankly you had no intention to pursue anything serious with anymore, let alone a bartender that was your employee.
An hour later you found yourself staring dumfolded at your wardrobe, Nathan's voice kept repeating in your head "wear something comfortable". You mocked his tone aloud as you took out even more clothes to throw on your bed. Was he going to be in his work clothes? How were you supposed to match that up? Finally, you stopped on a blue high-waisted, wide leg jeans and simple black blouse. For a while you were considering black heels but decided to switch them up with some very old platform converse sneakers that you hadn't worn for years. You put on a leather bomber jacket to finish off the look. It felt ridiculous, you hadn't dressed this causal since freshmen year at university, having forgotten you even had those clothes at all. You sighed, shaking your head as you walked out of the door and headed towards the hotel. Unsrprisingly, you got there about 15 minutes late, which got you anxious because Nate could gotten discouraged and left. You looked around, not seeing him and you felt slightly disappointed, but not surprised. The whole situation was so odd to begin with, no wonder it didn’t follow through.
"And I thought you couldn't get more gorgeous" you heard from behind you, turning to be met with Nate's charming smile. He just walked out of the doors of the lobby, probably spotted you from inside.
"I'm sorry for the wait"
"It's alright, it was worth waiting for, come on, I'm starving" he said, taking your hand and leading you somewhere.
You followed him, as you walked the streets of New York hand in hand. He wasn’t in his work clothes, instead he wore a simple grey t-shirt with a leather jacket on top, black jeans and probably his work shoes. He had a backpack on one shoulder, assuming this was where he kept his uniform. The spring air was warm but there we ocassional cold brezzes. You looked around the flashy signs of shops and supermarkets, the monotonous souds of ocassional cars filled your ears, along with the calming sound of his footsteps a little ahead of yours. They say New York is the city that never sleeps and it's true, but despite living there your whole life, you never got to experience it in that way. You didn't really know where Nate was taking you but you didn't care either, too engaged in the scenery. Late night walks were something so foreign and so new, your eyes were shining more than the diamond bracelt that you gave him and he couldn't help but smile at how awed you looked by everything around you.
"You ever been to this side of town?"
"I have no memory of it"
"You're adorable" And that made you blush, hiding in his shoulder. He laughed at how cute you were being, stopping at a 24-hour sandwitch shop.
"Are you hungry?" He asked after the two of you got in
"I guess, it's kind of late though"
"Who cares?"
He ordered for the two of you, finally letting go of your hand so he could pay and grab the two cola bottles he had bought. In a couple of minutes your sandwitches were ready, so Nate guided you to the closest bech in the nearby small park. The park was adorable, it looked more like a sitting area with a playground for children. You really had never been to this side of town before. Nate started eating hungrily and you couldn't help but stare at how he devoured the food in his hands. You chuckled softly before bitting into your own sandwitch. It was warm in your cold hands and tasted way better than it actually looked. It wasn't like you had never eaten sandwitches on a bench before, but it was so long ago you could hardly recall when it really was. It did remind of freshmen year, being out late at night, eating fast food and meeting up with a guy you actually liked and had no intention to manipulate. It was, in a way, nostalgic even. After the two of you were done with your food the silence was finally broken.
"I feel so alive!" Nate exclaimed and startled you, making you jump in your seat. Both of you laughed softly at that.
"I'm glad you're happy and content" you said, rubbing his belly.
He got up from the bench, offering you a hand. You took it, following him up.
"So where are we going?" you asked finally
"You'll see." He said, continuing the walk. You got to an apartment buildind soon enough, he walked you to the alley on the side where the fire escape was.
"Come on, we go up" He told you, helping you get to the ladder. Nate followed closely behind, guiding you to the rooftop.
''I'm so glad I wore pants to this" You said once you reached the top.
"Yeah? Well I'm not" He joked, taking your hand again and walking you towards an area on the rooftop that had pouf chairs and fairly lights.
"It's so pretty" you said once he sat you down. Nate pulled one of the poufs next to yours and threw himself on it.
"Yeah, best part is, you can see the stars"
You looked up, despite the light pollution, you could really see stars and the moon almost clearly.
"You see this constelation there? It kind of looks like a pan?"
You nodded with a giggle at his description, following the arm that was showing you were to look. You scooted over to him, the top of your head touching his.
"That's Ursa Major..." he contionued
"The great bear"
"So you know your constellations?" he shot up, looking at you
"No, just latin"
"Oh in that case you're about to have a blast!"
And you really did have a blast, you sat there for hours listening to him, looking at the stars. It was so romantic that you wanted to melt into the chair and stay there forever. You lost track of time, reality even. It felt like you two were in your own small world on that rooftop and nothing and no one could reach you. Around 3 am the two of you started to get sleepy, cuddled up against eachother. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, your head rested on his chest. At some point the two of you had decided that moving on one pouf was better. Your eyes were starting to feel heavy while his voice soothed you into sleep.
"Hey" he said softly "Want me to drive you home?"
You nodded sleepishly, getting up after him. He drove you home in his slightly beat-up car, walking you to the door of the building.
"I really had fun tonight" you told him at the door "I really hope that you're not working tomorrow, it's so late"
"I'm glad you had fun, you shouldn't worry about me"
You nodded, kissing his cheek goodnight.
You hadn't had such a great date in a while, which made you think about Nate more in the past few days. How could you not? The pictures of the two of you wandering the streets of New York hand in hand, the headlines wondering who your new "victim" was. Your head would start hurting solely from the idea of putting him in this position. So, you decided it was best to talk to him. That night, you walked into the hotel in your usual attire, but this time the dress was champagne colored.
"Hi Nate" you said as you sat down. He greeted you with his charming smile, wiping the bar in front of you.
"A martini?" He asked, grabbing the bottle
"Actually, a word in private"
He had a puzzled look on his face but followed you to a more private area by the windows. Neiter of you sat down, you were too nervous to adress the topic and he became nervous from your worried state.
"I'm sure you've seen the papers..."
"Oh my god it's about that!" he sighed in relief, placing his handa in his pockets
"What else could it be about?"
"From the way you acted I thought someone died"
"Well, no, I just wanted us to talk about the pictures and say I'm sorry"
"Sorry about what? The way they talk about me?"
"Precisely"
"Well, I find it amusing actually"
"I don't people seeing us and thinking that way"
"I don't care about who sees, I like you"
You looked up at him with sadness in your eyes and it seemed like he got the idea you had in mind. He shook his head in disbelief, his hand reaching out to hold your waist and bring you closer.
"You can't be serious"
"I am"
His hand travelled up, cupping your chin.
"I'll have to kiss you now, you know that" he whispered againt your lips. You closed your eyes and waited, his lips pressing softly against yours. You returned the kiss but your hands remained on your clutch, afraid that the whole thing was going to get out of control if you got too touchy.
"I should have kissed you that night" he whispered against your lips
"You should have"
"You'll wait for me right? I'll become rich for you, I promise"
You nodded in response, hugging him tightly, feeling his heartbeat agaisnt yours and the warmth of his body. You could feel his gaze as you walked away, probably the hardest walking-away you had to do in a long while.
The picture of the two of you kissing also made the papers.
A week later Nate left his workplace and you didn't hear a word from him.
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we're fucked
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i think all the time about nancy struggling with her attraction to robin because she's afraid of over-sexualizing her and being gross. and robin's sitting there like "god i hope she's sexualizing me"
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I'm very tired of this "queer college students should stop supporting Palestine, they'd kill you there!" I watched a hijabi ask a trans man, "but what name do you want to go by?" A butch giving a woman their hoodie so that she could keep her hair covered after the cops took her scarf. Muslim girls making sure the lesbian couple got through the system together. Religious men making sure green haired protestors got out safe. A Palestinian girl with an ex-southern baptist fiance, who definitely isn't a practicing Muslim, whose parents were raising hell for her. I don't want to hear it. Solidarity forever, free Palestine.
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Just realized im not sure if i ever came out to tumblr? not that i need to since nobody knows me on here. anyways, I'm trans.
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anyone else seeing weird mysterious failures on Tumblr
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Me when I've already spend more than 30 minutes looking for a specific fanfic
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Tagging everybody
I was tagged my @bhxrdy to do this Picrew and share the last song I listened to.
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Tagging @lord-aldhelm @jobean12-blog plus open tags
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To anybody wondering: it took my three days but I found it!!
It's called "Doctor Doctor give me the news, I've got a bad case of loving you"
Sorry I spoiled part of it lmao
Y'all ever get upset when you can't find a fix series you were reading? I know it wasn't finished but I can't even find my reblogs on here
It was a Spencer Reid x fem reader. I think she was a nurse and it started with her helping him with something case related. Eventually they grew closer and formed a relationship.
But obviously things were going to well. He gets a notification that cat Adams has broken out and is yet again after him. He immediately heads over and breaks things off with her.
He avoids her for months, never talking to her or seeing her. The next time they meet its because cat kidnapped her and he's found them. Cat obviously goes on a tangent and reveals r is pregnant. I think reader escaped and killed cat, freeing Spencer.
But that's all I remember reading. I can't remember the name or the author so if anybody knows it, I'd super appreciate it!!
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Rewatched over the hiatus and made a graph tracking how often buck and Eddie say each others' names
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IM SO PROUD OF THIS
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The drake Kendrick beef trending on tumblr is like finding out an isolated village in the middle of Siberia with no internet or television access knows who Michael Jackson is
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sometimes you have a shower thought so dumb you just gotta draw it
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