#friendship over with nate now will is my best friend
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"Free Will" - Nate Jacobs x Reader
a/n: first time writing for nate hehehehe 🩷
Read Part Two HERE.
Summary: Instead of finding Cassie at the convenience store, Nate finds you, his ex's sweet and innocent best friend.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, toxic friendships, corruption/innocence kink, christianity, slight religion kink, oral f receiving, fingering, loss of virginity, tiddy succin, size kink, breeding kink if you squint, creampie, p in v sex, daddy kink
Word Count: 4,000 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Euphoria characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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To Nate Jacobs, you are nothing short of an enigma. He’s always been drawn to you, Maddy and Cassie’s sweet little friend. Daughter of the local pastor. A good girl, never to be found at a party, never seen with a boy. Hell, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you out past nine. Which makes it all the stranger when he finds you, sitting on the floor of the convenience store, the fluorescent lights illuminating your form as you munch away on a pack of powdered donuts. There’s something so innocent about the scene in front of him. You seem lost in your own little world, staring blankly ahead as you enjoy your sweet treat. He watches as that cute little tongue darts out to lick your fingers clean before you move onto the next donut, a smirk spreading across his lips as he leans against the shelf in front of you.
“Need something to wash that down?”
He knows you’d die before taking the beer he’s offering you. You avoid his gaze, your cheeks puffing out as you reply, voice tinged with no small amount of annoyance.
“Go away, Nate.”
“Oh, are we doing the cold, standoffish thing?” He arches a brow, continuing to stare down at you, “It’s not gonna work, you know. You’re too cute for that. I can practically smell the sweetness coming off of you.”
Ignoring the double meaning behind his words, you stand to your feet, your voice wavering slightly as you reply, “Yeah, well, maybe I don’t want to be sweet to people who screw over my friends.”
Nate takes a minute to let his eyes wash over the outfit you’re wearing. He’s never seen you in anything like this before. He’s sure you must have borrowed the dress from one of the girls. It’s the most revealing thing he’s ever seen you in, though by East Highland standards, it’s still pretty tame. The baby pink dress clings to your curves, showing off just enough to keep it interesting, to keep him wanting more. His gaze flickers to the cross you always wear, nestled between your cleavage, the sight so fucking tantalizing. Realizing he’s been staring a moment too long, almost enough to rouse suspicion, Nate rolls his eyes, clearing his throat.
“Come on now, we both know Maddy started it. Anyway, what are you doing here so late at night?”
“None of your business,” you mumble, mid-bite.
He has to resist the urge to laugh, shaking his head, “It’s always my business when a cute, innocent little thing like you is walking around this late at night in this part of town. Besides, a convenience store at thirty minutes till midnight doesn’t exactly seem like the sort of hangout one would find the pastor’s daughter at.”
You roll your eyes at his words, moving toward the register to pay for your donuts. That’s when he sees it. The look of utter panic that crosses your face as you begin mumbling to yourself.
For a moment, Nate’s smirk vanishes and he asks you, his voice serious, “Something wrong?”
“I was going to that party at Tyler’s with Maddy and Cass,” the words tumble from your mouth so rapidly that he struggles to understand what you’re saying, “And I got scared and decided not to go but Mads said they were running late and couldn’t take me home and just ditched me here. But I left my purse in her car…” Your eyes dart around the store as you wring your hands nervously, “My phone, my keys, my wallet… It’s all in there… I can’t even pay for these donuts…”
Nate rests his hands on your shoulders, the gesture calming you slightly, “Hey. It’s okay. I get it. Your friends ditched you and now you’re stuck here.” He pauses before adding, unable to resist the taunting edge to his voice, “But this is exactly why you shouldn’t be doing sneaky shit. You’re a good girl. You need to be smarter about stuff like this.”
You scowl slightly, brows pinched together in annoyance as you crane your neck up to glare at Nate, “Thank you, Nate, not like it was my first time sneaking out or anything!”
He narrows his eyes in amusement, his voice a low rumble as he leans in close to you, “I’m starting to get the feeling that maybe the only reason you’re here right now is to get me to play ‘Daddy’ to you. Showing off how bad you are and shit.”
Your jaw drops, “Oh my gosh, ew!”
Nate bursts into laughter at the look of sheer horror on your face as he grabs your half eaten box of donuts and hands it to the cashier, reaching for his wallet, “What? I think you kinda like being told what to do by a big strong man. Having someone watching over you, protecting you. Is it because of the daddy issues?”
“I do not have daddy issues!”
“Oh really?” He teases, leading you out toward his car, opening the door for you, surprising you at the almost chivalrous gesture, “Come on, tell me how he disciplines you when you don’t follow the Bible. You think you’re all sweet and innocent, but deep down? There’s something naughtier and crazier that wants to come out.”
You scoff at his words, fastening your seatbelt and glaring straight ahead, “You don’t know anything about me!”
“Sure I do,” Nate replies, starting up the car, his arm resting along the back of your seat as he glances backward before returning his attention to you, “Daddy’s a strict pastor and you’re a bad girl sneaking out at night.”
“I’ve never snuck out before tonight,” you admit, “And I gotta be honest, it’s not exactly as fun as I hoped it would be.”
“That’s because you’re not doing it with the right people,” he chuckles, glancing over at you as he drives toward your house, “Did they really just ditch you at the convenience store?”
You nod, sinking low into the truck’s front seat, hugging your knees to your chest. If you were anyone else, Nate would tell you off, say that you were messing up the carseat. But he can’t bring himself to say anything to you. Not when you bury your face in your knees, speaking in the most sad, dejected voice he’s ever heard.
“Maddy said she’d take me home if I wanted. But she and Cass just drove away…”
Nate’s brow furrows, his voice soft as he moves to rest a hand on your thigh, just where the hem of your dress meets your bare skin. He squeezes gently, the feeling of your soft, warm flesh beneath his palms making him want nothing more than to keep touching you forever. He sees the way you stiffen, the way your breath catches in your throat, the moonlight reflecting off your eyes and that silver cross… You like this. Just as much as he does.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, “Those bitches were wrong for ditching you like that.”
“They’re not bitches,” you immediately jump to your friends’ defense, glowering at Nate, the sight of which reminds him of an angry little kitten. It’s adorable, really, “Weren’t you dating Maddy a week ago? You shouldn’t say that.”
“Yeah, I was. Makes my judgment even more valid.”
Nate knows exactly what it is that you need. He’s going to butter you up, get into your good graces. He plays into the stereotypical protector role, just for you, knowing it’s what you crave. What you need. He needs to help you realize that the only person you need is him. Not Maddy. Not Cassie. Him.
“No… Maddy cares about me,” you say quietly, “So does Cass. They’re my best friends.”
“They care about you so much they left you in the middle of nowhere without a way to get home?” His voice is so soothing. So gentle. He wants to lull you into a false sense of security, where the only thing that makes you feel safe, feel loved is him, “C’mon, angel. You’re not their top priority. They like being with you because you’re sweet and innocent and you make them feel like they’re doing a good thing by being in your presence. But the moment shit gets rough or you stop serving their needs, they dip. Am I right?”
Nate’s words are getting to you. He can tell by that faraway look in your eyes, the way your lower lip wobbles ever so slightly. You’re on the verge of tears and he thinks you probably look like the sweetest little thing when you cry. He remains silent, waiting for you to speak.
“I always felt like the third wheel, you know?” You say after a few minutes of tense silence.
“Of course you did,” he murmurs, squeezing your thigh, barely holding back the moan that threatens to tumble forth from his lips, “It’s not like they ever went out of their way to include you. You were on the outside looking in. But I’m here now and I’m gonna take care of you.”
You meet his gaze, brows pinched together, the crease in your forehead signifying your hesitancy as you say, “You’re my best friend’s ex, Nate. I can’t be friends with you.”
“Can’t you?” He arches a brow, leaning in close, somehow managing to keep the car going steady on the now empty road, “I mean, if your so-called best friend cares about you so much, then why are you here, in my car without your phone or money?”
“I…” You nod slowly, “I guess you are being a better friend to me right now than they are.”
“Exactly, angel,” he murmurs, moving his palm up to rest against your cheek, “Isn’t it nice to actually have someone take care of you for a change?”
Before you can respond, your eyes widen in panic once again as you blurt out, “Oh my gosh. I can’t go home.” Nate arches a brow, urging you to continue, “My dad thinks I’m sleeping over at Cassie’s.”
“So what’s the big deal? You just have to get home before morning-”
“Cassie isn’t gonna be home till late. I can’t stay at hers like the original plan,” you groan, burying your face in your hands, “I’ll just try climbing up to my window. I think I left it open. Oh, but what if Daddy closed it…”
“Your window’s on the second story,” Nate replies dryly, giving you an almost condescending look, “What happens when you fall? Or when your dad catches you?”
“How do you know where my window is?” You question, frowning slightly, “You were never in Daddy’s Bible study group. Only Aaron was.”
“I know more about you than you think, pretty girl,” he teases, pulling up a few hundred yards away from your home, “You should just stay the night with me. It’s the easiest solution.”
“I obviously can’t do that!”
“Obviously, huh? And why’s that?”
You give him an unimpressed look, counting off the reasons on your fingertips, “One, you’re a boy. I can’t sleep over at a boy’s house. Two, Daddy hates you. Three, you’re my best friend’s ex boyfriend!”
Nate snickers, pulling away from your house, turning a few corners as he heads toward his own, noting the fact that you make no move to protest, “So, what, cuz I’m a guy I’m gonna do something horrible to you? You have a twisted worldview, angel. Sounds like you’re so scared of Daddy that you’re afraid to live your own life.”
“I’m not scared of him!” You reply indignantly, “I just respect him, okay! He’s my father! The Bible says ‘honor your father and mother-”
“Respect, huh?” Nate lowers his voice a bit, “Are you really going to let Daddy dictate the rest of your life to you? Let him keep you under his thumb forever? I mean, do you think God gave us free will so that we spend our lives obeying every little rule? Or do you think we were given free will so we can live our own lives and find our own happiness?”
You furrow your brow, sniffing slightly as you mutter, “I don’t like that you’re making sense, it’s messing with my worldview.”
“Maybe you should explore other worldviews, sweetheart,” he says, his voice soft, playful even, “You shouldn’t have to hide the person you really are under all that ‘Christian’ bullshit. I bet you have a dirty side. One that’s just dying to come up. And you’re waiting for the right person to bring it out of you.”
Before you can say another word, the two of you have pulled up at his house. Nate refuses to allow you to open the door, hopping out of the truck and jogging around to your side, opening your door, undoing your seatbelt, and helping you out. He sees the way you fluster at the attention he’s showering you with. You like this. Being taken care of. You want him to treat you like his little princess, his baby girl. No daddy issues? Yeah fucking right.
The house is quiet and so Nate assumes Cal is out doing God knows what and his mom must already be asleep. So he rests a hand on your lower back, guiding you to his bedroom. It’s almost like he’s a wolf in disguise, and you’re his sweet little lamb who he’s bringing to his den to devour. You look so small and vulnerable as he closes the door behind him, reaching into his dresser to toss you a shirt. You stare at the garment in confusion, making Nate smirk.
“You’re not planning on sleeping in that dress, right?” You remain silent, shifting your weight from foot to foot, gaze averted, making him sigh, crossing the room to you in two steps. He tilts your chin up to face him, “Relax. Nothing’s going to happen. At least, that you don’t want to happen.”
You let out an annoyed huff, turning your back to him, “Can you turn around so I can change?”
Nate snickers at your modesty, but does as you ask, though you don’t realize he’s still staring at you through the mirror. The sight of your bare back, those white cotton panties that hug your hips and the curve of your ass, it has him fucking salivating. You pull his shirt on, and the sight of it completely swallowing you whole, falling almost to your knees… It reminds him of how much bigger he is than you. How he could just fling you over his shoulder and do whatever he wanted. His cock stiffens at the thought, and he smiles to himself. He tugs off his own shirt and jeans, tossing them aside, waiting for you to get into his bed and give him the okay to turn around. When he does, you let out a surprised squeak at his lack of clothing, grabbing his covers and pulling them over your head. You’re so fucking adorable. So innocent.
“Why are you shirtless?!”
“You don’t expect me to sleep in my jeans and shirt, do you?” He asks, a cocky grin playing on his face as he crawls over you, his body pinning yours down to the bed. His gaze travels to the cross you wear, a reminder of your innocence, the threat of your father’s anger. And it makes this all the sweeter. He leans in close, his lips nearly brushing against yours as you try to shy away, “You’re so innocent. Bet your daddy would be so proud if he knew how pure his little girl is acting right now.”
“Nate? What’re you doing?” You ask, gazing up at him with wide eyes.
Nate brushes his thumb over your lower lip, pressing down against the soft flesh ever so slightly before teasing, “What do you think I’m doing?”
“I can’t…”
He notices the way your body trembles and grins at you, “Oh, what’s this? My little angel getting all hot and bothered, huh? You want me to take care of you, don’t you, baby?”
Your voice is breathless as you admit, his nose brushing against yours, “I… I haven’t even kissed anyone before, I…”
“You know what?” Nate murmurs, “I think we should go ahead and change that. I can’t have my angel missing out on any life experiences, can I?”
Nate leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours, lips just close enough to touch, but not quite. He stares at you intently, watching the way your eyes slowly shut in anticipation of his kiss. And then, he presses his lips against yours, reveling in the soft gasp you let out at the feeling. His large hands cup your face as he slips his tongue between your lips, allowing it to massage yours. You’ve never done this before, and he can sense your insecurity, your hesitancy. And so he’s more than happy to take the lead, letting out a low groan as he kisses you harder, his hard body pressed against your softer, smaller one. His hand moves down to your neck, tugging at the cross necklace he’s never seen you take off once in your entire life, releasing it to move further and further, down to your thighs.
“We can’t,” you mumble between kisses, though you make no move to push him away as he grabs your ass, squeezing hard, “It’s a sin…”
“Shh,” Nate whispers, pressing a finger to your lips, “God isn’t watching, baby. Your father isn’t watching. It’s just you and me here. Let me take care of you.”
His hands slide under your shirt, higher and higher before he reaches your soft, round breasts. Nate runs his thumbs over your nipples, his mouth meeting yours again in another heated kiss. Your back arches against his touch, your body curving against him as you moan softly.
“Daddy…”
Your eyes go wide as you realize what you’ve just said, slapping your hand over your mouth. Nate freezes for a moment. That little slip up, that innocent, wide-eyed look… It awakens something in Nate that was always there but he kept it so very well hidden. He lets out a low noise, almost a growl, pulling you to him, his mouth devouring yours. You whimper softly as he moves one of his hands away from your tits to graze against your pussy over your panties. He can see the way you’re trying to fight your own desires, a wicked little smile spreading across his face as he coos.
“Come on, baby. Spread those legs for Daddy. Let him see what belongs to him.”
Your eyes, glazed over with lust, part and he rubs you over the fabric of your underwear, your hips bucking against his touch. Nate tugs your panties down your legs, admiring you, staring at you for a long moment before moving his tongue to lick a long stripe along your slit, making you let out a yelp of surprise. Your knees press together at the foreign sensation, but he holds them apart as he sloppily licks at your wet little cunt. The sweet little sighs and cries that fall from your lips as he tastes you, his large hands holding your thighs apart… It has him achingly hard, his cock straining against his boxers.
“Nate, wait, my stomach feels funny-”
He ignores your protests, your weak little attempts at squirming away, enclosing his mouth around your swollen clit, his teeth grazing against it for a moment, the cold sensation startling you before he begins to suckle at the sensitive bud. You nearly scream his name as you come on his tongue, but he’s not through yet. He buries one finger knuckle deep inside of you. You’re so fucking tight around him, your sweet little pussy squeezing him so tight, that he can’t wait to bury his dick inside you. He begins to pump his finger slowly, your hands twisting in his hair as he continues mouthing at your clit, fucking you with his finger.
Nate adds a second, then a third, keeping his eyes locked on yours, watching the tears of pleasure spill down your cheeks as you roll your hips against his mouth, his fingers. He can hardly even move the digits with how fucking tight you are, curving them to rub against that spongy spot deep inside of you, feeling you soak his fingers, coming hard, your arousal soaking his hand, his bed. He grins at the sight. He’s never had this happen before.
“Did I…”
You look so embarrassed. It’s adorable, really. He shakes his head, lifting your shirt enough to reveal your gorgeous tits, tossing the garment aside, his mouth wrapping around one of your nipples. You gasp at the feeling, and he grabs your cross, placing it between your lips so that it remains out of his way as he mouths at your breasts, continuing to rub slow circles on your clit.
“You squirted for Daddy, baby. You’re doing so good for me. Can’t wait to fill you up with my cock.”
“But we can’t,” you whine pitifully, though you grind your hips down against his fingers desperately, “Daddy, oh God, please-”
He looks up at you, a devilish smile on his face, “No God here, baby. Just me.”
Nate moves to your other breast, mouthing at it eagerly, pushing his fingers inside your wet cunt again, pumping them agonizingly slow, preparing you to take his cock. It doesn’t take much to make you come again, your body already so sensitive to his touch. He pulls away from your tits to watch the way you squeeze around his fingers, your face twisted in ecstasy as you reach your peak again.
Feeling satisfied with how well he’s prepared you, Nate moves to take off his boxers, freeing his long, thick cock. He’s pretty sure with the awed way you’re looking at him, this is the first time you’ve ever seen a naked man before. Then you ask him, your teeth digging into your lower lip, in that sweet little voice.
“Will it even fit, Daddy? It’s so big…”
“I’ll make it fit, baby.”
He slaps the head of his cock against your clit, watching the way your whole body quivers before slowly pushing the tip inside you. You’re so fucking tight, he thinks he might just cum from this alone, but he grits his teeth, slowly pushing, inch by inch, until he’s balls deep inside of you. You cling to him, your arms around his neck as he begins to cant his hips against yours, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He hears your breathy little gasps as he pounds into you, your cross falling from your pouting lips as you gaze up at him.
You look so gorgeous like this, he muses, as he rasps against your ear, “So perfect for me, baby. Tell Daddy how good he’s making you feel.”
“Feels so good, Daddy,” you babble mindlessly, rolling your hips against his, your eyes rolling back, “Oh my God, oh God…”
“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, baby,” Nate snickers, landing a smack against your ass, dragging a little yelp from your lips, “Now, you want me to cum inside you, don’t you, baby? Fill this pretty little pussy up? I know that’s what you want, huh?”
“Yes,” you cry out as he moves faster and faster, rutting against you, “Daddy, please, feels so good, please cum inside me, fill me up, Daddy!”
With one more thrust, he cums inside you, a loud moan leaving his lips as you squeeze around him tight, reaching your own peak and milking his cock for everything he has. You lay there, curled up against his side, his sweet little angel, the moonlight filtering in through his window to shine on your silver cross.
Everything is going to be crazy come school Monday when everyone finds out what happened, but for now?
You’re safe and sound in Nate’s arms.
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The headset // gamer Matt
Warnings: major mommy kink / praise kink / begging kink / sub Matt x dom reader / sort of fwb in a way… / cockwarming / riding / edging / slight degredation / unprotected sex
Summary: matt has been quietly playing on his pc for hours now, ignoring you - his best friend - for the most part, until you decide to take matters into your own hands…
Author’s notes: yes, there will be smut. If that’s not your kind of thing, just don’t read it, it’s not my problem. ALSO for everyone’s sake, we pretend the reader is on the pill, because I’m lazy haha.
“But this is deeper than a friendship now, let’s keep it awkward…” - Awkward, SZA
Watching Matt’s side profile, you admire the way he leans forward with his lip bitten in concentration. His fingers rattle with the joystick of his controller and his voice is calculated. Suddenly, he cackles manically and jeers at the headshot he had just made which knocked the other team out of the tournament he was playing in.
‘BRO?! Did you fucking see that? I’m so good!’ He muses cockily, tossing his controller onto his gaming desk whilst sitting back suavely, his arms folded over his chest. Taking off his headset, he sniffles and ruffles his hair before reaching for his water bottle and taking a sip. Finally, you think that he’s going to acknowledge you, but instead of looking around and saying that he’s going to log off, he simply slides his headset back on, his hair flopping onto his forehead.
‘Matt?’ You call, almost shyly, really just wanting him to come and sit down with you so that you can rant to him about your bad day. The bad day that he said you could come over and rant about. But instead he stays nestled in his desk chair.
‘Huh, what?’ He grumbles, turning his head back to pay you a glance that lasts for about 0.5 seconds. However, it is still enough for Matt to see that you are wearing nothing but a tank top and those silk shorts that he absolutely loves on you. Painfully, he also spies that you are not wearing a bra and has to turn back around to his computer so that he can squeeze his eyes shut and try to calm the steady throb that starts within his gut.
How the fuck is he supposed to concentrate on what you have to say when your tits are simply sitting in your tank top, staring at him like that? It’s going to take all of his fucking willpower not to drop his eyes down to ogle at them.
‘You said I could come over and talk about my day?’ You reply to him expectantly, raising your eyebrows in annoyance when he sighs, as if you are an inconvenience.
‘Oh yeah’ he mumbles unenthusiastically underneath his breath, and you have to resist the urge to pelt one of his stuffed animals right at his head.
‘Umm… just- just gimme one more game, this thing’s almost done alright?’ He begs, this time looking back around at you fully, his gaming chair slightly swivelled to face you.
You sigh, but you’re a very giving and patient person, so you nod and smile. ‘Okay, that’s fine’. Matt cracks a gleeful grin then picks up his headset to secure it back on. ‘Kay I’m back’ he speaks, loading into the lobby and readying his character for another game.
You sigh again, snuggling down into the black covers of his bed, scrolling through your phone whilst occasionally glancing up at his shouting figure. You try to make small conversation with him, but it hurts your feelings when he completely brushes you off in favour of communicating with his online friends. Surely he doesn’t have to be that concentrated on his game.
‘So what have you been up to in class lately?’ You speak up, but you are presently shouted over with a ‘NATE! HE’S RIGHT FUCKING BEHIND YOU, WATCH YOUR BACK!’. You hesitate, screwing your face up in sadness. Every single time you try to talk to him, he just yells down into the mic and completely ignores you. You feel like you’re invisible.
So you decide to fix that. If he isn’t going to treat you fairly then neither are you going to treat him with respect. Tossing your phone to the left side of Matt’s bed, you stand up and slowly make your way towards his gaming chair with a devious smirk on your face. You amble into the view of his PC, and Matt’s mouth hangs open in concentration before he darts his head from either side to try and see the computer that was currently being blocked by your grinning body.
You walk forward once again, and Matt looks up at you, not quiet expecting your hands to shoot out and release one of his from the grip it had on his controller so that you could get in. You climb into his lap and sit yourself down easily.
To save himself from being shot by the opposition, Matt quickly grips the controller once again and simply leans his chin on your shoulder so that he can see, before reaching up to quickly mute his mic. ‘Umm what are you doing?’ He nervously laughs to you, trying to keep his beating heart steady at the feeling of your ass and thighs weighting down on his legs. And let’s not forget your tits, now too fucking close to ignore as they press against his chest through your hug.
Think of your grandma’s underwear Matt… think of your grandma’s underwear.
‘Well you haven’t even said hello to me today so… I thought I’d come and give you a hug’ you mumble, shifting around slightly in his lap to get comfortable. However, you regret to realise what this does to Matt’s raging hormones, and it’s not long before he becomes extremely hot and flushed, his cock aching in his jeans at the feeling of your heat being so close to his.
He stutters and falters, just praying that his semi hard-on doesn’t get any worse. ‘Umm okay… well I’m kinda busy so- ahh!’ He cuts himself off with a quiet hiss at your hips shuffling forwards yet again because of his standoffishly rude statement. Serves him fucking right for ignoring his best friend.
But the hope of his prick softening is later abandoned, because he only gets more uncomfortable and stiff. He’s now thinking about wet body parts sliding together, and squeezing his hands against someone’s tits. It’s just handy that yours are right here with him in the moment. He simply can’t bare to focus on the game any longer now. He’s far too conscious about his cock, that is leaking drips of precome and pressing painfully against his boxers.
You have your fun, giggling to yourself because of how surprisingly well this is actually working to get his attention, until you feel an obvious bulge sitting right below the cover of your shorts. Matt had gone extremely quiet…
‘M…Matt, are you… hard?’ You mumble in shock at your best friend before weighing your hips further down into his lap, now this time on purpose, only to have him hiss at the pressure it brings to his core.
One of his hands slips from the tight grip it has on his controller to shoot out and press down on his armrest. His back arches right up into you stomach, as if he is trying to subtly slide his crotch away from your touch.
‘Um, I- um…’ he stutters in embarrassment, his cheeks turning a furious shade of red. He swallows, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob delicately in his throat. ‘Uh, yeah I- I guess I am… sorry’ he mumbled pathetically with his eyes averted in shame at your thighs.
Your lips set in a line, and you squeeze your legs around his sides, your core already dripping for him, which makes you decide to now fully sit your weight onto his hardened cock within his jeans. You rock your hips from side to side, and Matt starts to intake heavy panting breathes, his cheeks a heavy flushed pink as he looks up at you with dreamily confused eyes.
‘W-what are you doing?’ He sputters in shock, his hands still resting upon his arm rests, not daring to splay at all where they so desperately want to. By now his precious controller has been dropped and forgotten to the floor in favour of enjoying the way your hips roll over where he throbs the most.
Matt’s prick is wet… dripping wet, and he feels hot and sweaty all over, all for you. His hands make moist perspiration over the black leather of his seat. And he wants to buck his hips up, he wants to buck them up so badly, but whatever you do feels just as nice as you spread your hands along under his jaw and lift it gently so that he can look up into your eyes instead of fixating them upon your grinding lower halves.
‘I’m going to fix this for you’
Matt blinks, his jaw feathering open but he doesn’t say a word, he’s too scared to. You keep his eyes on you, one of your hands drifting down his brown and pink hoodie before you lift it slightly at the bottom.
Your hand finds the button to Matt’s jeans, but you don’t break eye contact with him. His breath is raggedy with anticipation, his shoulders rising and falling at the sound of the button popping and your hand dragging the zipper down slowly.
He shuffles slightly once it’s down fully, clearly uncomfortably hard and needing attention immediately. Before you take your hands anywhere near him though, you slide them to his hands and take them for him. Guiding them to your back, you place them there whilst leaning in. ‘You can touch me you know… don’t be shy’. You smirk slightly at the sight of him timidly darting his eyes about your face, his sweating hands now fully down and putting pressure upon your shoulder blades.
‘Nice and slow, yeah?’ You mumble once again, but this time you reach for his boxers, easily slipping your hand down them and finding his throbbing prick. It’s hot and silky in your hand and your heart races, Matt whimpering his first throaty ‘oh god’ as he tips his head back slightly and squeezes his eyes shut.
He tries to simply control his breathing, his toes curling on the floor and his fingers arching on your back to indent little crescent moons into it.
‘See? Not that hard is it?’ You talk, in a slightly condescending manner but it seems to not bother Matt, because his cock only throbs more at the sound of your voice speaking to him in this way.
Looking down at his prick you admire it, and admire the way a vein runs up his shaft perfectly to point to his pink and needy tip. Leaning in again, you know just the thing to say to stroke his ego.
‘Fuck Matt, you’re so pretty’
He whines at this comment, his tip leaking easily. He looks as though he could cry in ecstasy when your thumb starts to rub it in slow circles. Fucking hell if he’s this sensitive, who knows how long he’s actually going to last. But he grits his teeth, willing himself to stay calm as choked whimpers expel from his mouth. You stroke him slowly and teasingly, and Matt has to physically careen forward and bite down on your shoulder to keep himself from moaning throatily. His saliva drips down your skin, and the feeling of it only makes you squeeze him harder.
Simply jerking him doesn’t seem to be enough for Matt though, because although he’s shy… he’s also greedy, extremely greedy. He wants more, and by more he means he physically wants to feel you slide down onto him. So he detaches himself from your shoulder, resting his forehead on it instead before he starts to beg. ‘Please… please I wanna- I wanna be inside you… I need-’ but he cuts himself off with another husky moan at the wave of pleasure that washes over him suddenly.
And suddenly this all becomes very real, the barrier between friendship and something more completely shattering between you at this point. And now it all depends on whether you are willing enough to give in and take this further, because Matt has obviously voiced his clear desire to take you as his own already.
But strangely, that idea appeals to you a lot more than it should and you’re already soaking for him. You stand up frantically, letting go of Matt. He whines in frustration at the loss of contact, but soon widens his eyes and re-grips the arms of the chair at the sight of you taking off your shorts. He swallows, his eyes trained on the fabric that slips down your dewy shining legs, his boxers still on but slipped slightly down his thighs with his legs spread out to the sides. His cheeks are still cherry pink, and his eyes are dilated heavily with desire when your panties also come off with no shame. He squirms about in his seat, bucking up his hips once in anticipation before you walk back over and sit on his lap.
‘Now are you going to be nice and quiet for me?’ You warn, pointing a finger at him directly even though no one else is home. His mouth drops open as he pants, his head bobbling up at down quickly before his hands find their way to your thighs. He grips your fleshy skin and squeezes it whilst hoisting you up above his lap. You then find yourself surprised by what slips out of his mouth next, already easing yourself down over his weeping prick.
‘I’ll be such a good boy, I promise.’
It’s a meek and timid little whimper, almost as if it’s come from a small child, and as you sit yourself down onto him he falters. Jesus Christ you didn’t even know Matt was capable of uttering such words…
Screwing his face up, his head is immediately tilted back with his hands bringing you closer and deeper until you sit comfortably right across his bare thighs. ‘Jesus fuck’ he groans with his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The stretch is ungodly, and it burns so fucking good, because as you slide down, his shaft strokes all of the right places. Even you start to heavily breathe, and you have to hide your face in the crook of Matt’s neck to stop yourself from uttering a moan.
You simply sit inside of him, both of you staring at each other in disbelief. You just can’t believe this is happening. If someone had told you two days ago that you would have been sitting on your best friend’s cock, about to grind your hips, you would have laughed in their face.
But now everything is real, and Matt is getting needy once more, his impatient breaths coming through his nose with force as his hands paw at your sides.
‘Please- please move, I don’t know how much more I can take’ he mumbles with his head tilted onto your shoulder shyly once again, as if he is afraid to order you around. You nod, a little spaced out, but still ready to give him absolutely anything he wants just so you can hear his pretty fucked-out whimpers once again.
Doing as he requests you start to swivel your hips, and it makes Matt’s breath hitch within his throat. He grabs onto your tank top with an iron grip, biting his bottom lip so hard it almost draws blood. You rock smoothly and easily, and it feels fucking euphoric to have this power over Matt, the same Matt who barely payed any attention to you when you first walked into the door of his room. Now he was a babbling, whining mess, your naked lower halves stroking against each other wetly… and the noises they made together just made you throb even more.
You’re sure Matt feels that exact same churning feeling in his stomach, because he is sweating, his back leaning against his gaming chair and his head lulling to the side so he can at least focus his eyes on something that isn’t the swell of your tits right in front of his face. He’d never tell you, but you knew anyway because it was so fucking obvious. Matt was obsessed with tits. He fucking loved them, everything about them, he so badly wanted to suck on yours, so much so that his tongue was practically aching to coat saliva all over the stretch of them.
‘What’s wrong honey?’ You feign concern, staring down at a Matt who looks as though he’s about to cum because his head is tilted to the side and his mouth is hung open in pleasured suspense. But, you don’t want this to end, and you realise you’re going too fast because it’s working him up, so you slow your hips once again and his brows unfurl, that exquisite feeling of an orgasm disappearing from him for now.
You’re going to edge him. You know he can handle it, because he’s your good boy.
‘I just- you- you fuck me so good’ he struggles, his voice high and drenched in lust for your hips ‘Why have we never-’ another staggered moan struggles its way up his throat since he has his head tilted fully back now ‘-done this before?’.
‘If I’d known you’d be such a pretty fuck believe me… I would have’ you reply back, and Matt whines again at the praise. He seemed to like that… praise. ‘You know, you were right… you’re being such a good boy for me’ you muse encouragingly, and it manages to get his hips to instinctively thrust upwards. He becomes noisier, more vocal at the positive reactions to his behaviour. ‘And good boys deserve rewards… don’t they…?’ Matt whines, nodding his head dreamily before hissing once again at your hips curling in a specific direction, the pressure squeezing his prick just perfectly.
He then closes his eyes, resting his head back and focusing on the feeling. That is until he starts to whimper ‘please… please, please’ repetitively, almost within a trance. But, you decide to tease him more. You’re not quite finished with him yet, since you’re only just working up to your high, whereas Matt’s already there, simply just suspended between denial and ecstasy.
Your hand easily lurches forward as he moans, this time rather loudly and you’re able to hook your thumb into his mouth to hush him. His eyes snap open in fright, before he simply quietens down.
‘Shhh, good boys aren’t noisy… you don’t want me to start calling you a naughty boy instead, do you?’
You shake your head and smirk as Matt slowly begins to suck on your thumb, using his tongue to curl around it attractively, which keeps him quiet. You think it’s so sweet seeing Matt get all riled up about this. His eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head in embarrassment, sucking on your thumb harder as you condescend him more. ‘No? You don’t want to be a naughty boy? Well fucking behave yourself then’.
Then, you notice, that yet again Matt’s eyes are desirably fixated on your tits as they press against your tank top, your nipples fully hardened and aching to be touched by him. You know Matt wants to, you really do, and you’re amazed by how much he has managed to hold back thus far.
The thing you say next however, is the last straw for him, and he loses all self control at the thought of it. ‘Do you wanna suck on mommy’s tits baby?’. With his eyes hypnotically transfixed upon the bunching stretch of your tits, he throbs inside of you once again. ‘Yeah? You hungry for them baby boy?’. Without saying anything, Matt rips your thumb from out of his mouth and dives his hands forward. He can’t even be bothered to fully take your tank top off because instead of lifting it over your head, he simply greedily pulls the neckline down so that your tits come spilling out over the top.
His head thrusts forward within a matter of seconds, and his mouth quickly envelops your right nipple, sucking on it harshly and making you moan into the air. Fuck his tongue felt so good licking over your sensitivity. You slither around your hand, pressing it against the back of his head and holding him there, to which Matt expels a muffled moan of content at being pushed into your tits. And you know he’s in heaven because of the way he wetly kisses and nuzzles his face into every corner of your skin, until each and every part of your tit is covered in a thin layer of dripping spit that his tongue has gifted you.
He’s now onto your left one, when you tenderly stroke the back of his head and mumble a quick and teasing, ‘yeah? You like mommy’s tits baby boy?’. Matt only detaches his mouth for a second to voice a defensive but feverish ‘shut up’. One of his hands slithers up your stomach and you gasp quickly at the feeling of it grabbing onto your right tit, that was already absolutely covered in red marks and teeth scratches from where his mouth had been. His thumb now rubs you nipple in circles slowly, to return the favour of you rubbing the tip of his leaking cock earlier.
However, the more Matt sucks on your tits, the more sensitive and faster you get with your hips. This causes a chain reaction within Matt, and his tongue gets sloppier within the final anticipated build up of his high.
‘You’ve been so… so good for me, baby boy’ you struggle a praise, tangling your hand within his locks of hair and yanking his face up so that he can meet your gaze. He’s flushed and red, but just can’t help himself. ‘Mommy-‘ he whimpers meekly, looking like tears are welling up in his water line because of just how fucking good you feel stroking against his prick.
‘Do you need to come baby?’ You say with a pout, and Matt nods his head with his eyes squeezed tightly shut. ‘Well? What did I say earlier hm? Good boys deserve rewards’. Matt pants, nodding his head once again, and you already know that he so desperately wants to come.
‘Please… please can I? P-please mommy…’ he begs once again, looking into your eyes with his big glassy ones… and you finally give in. Nodding, you give him permission, then work yourself to both of your eventual highs. Matt has to literally feed his hoodie into his mouth so that he can bite down on it and not make a noise, his toes curling and his back arching once again. Your high comes straight after your see his pretty face screwing up during his, and you help him ride it out, your movements slowing the more you come down and the more sensitive you both become.
‘I can’t believe we just did that…’ he mumbles, his nose bumping against yours as you both have your eyes closed in recovery.
Your breathes are raggedy, and your tits are still exposed. Matt also still sits inside of you, his cock drenched with both of your come. But he loves it, he fucking loves it - even though he is extra embarrassed about your journey of self discovery on the way there.
You never expected matt to be the type of guy to have a raging mommy kink, but you guess now, looking back, it sort of makes sense. He’s soft and clingy with his own mother, which only makes him all the more malleable in your hands as soon as you bring out the nickname.
And god did his reaction not disappoint.
‘Let’s just not make it awkward, okay?’ You question hopefully, whilst starting to slide upwards, but Matt grabs you and forces you back down.
‘Wait!… want you to warm my cock whilst I play my game, feels too good to stop here’ he mumbles, his hands grasping the sides of your hips and firmly holding you there. Your eyes widen, but you do what he says, finding it extremely attractive that as soon as he comes, his babied whines halt, and he takes on a more commanding, dominant demeanour. Still with you sitting on his prick, he bends forward and swipes up his controller, forcing your body up closer into his as he returns upwards with his hand splayed over the break between your shoulder blades.
Before he loads back into another game, he smiles shyly at you, his contrasting elements of dominance and submissiveness being extremely attractive to you.
And still, even after you cleaned up and Matt apologised for coming inside of you, you felt almost in disbelief that you had managed to keep your cool the whole entire time and fuck him in his gaming chair like it was nothing. Maybe you were really just that close? In the end you both decided not to confront it, and instead mutually agreed that it was probably going to happen again between you sometime in the future- knowing that your already undeniable chemistry as friends was irresistible.
But somehow, each of you knew that you were both completely okay with that possibility…
Author’s notes p.2: I’m such a SLUT for gamer Matt ugh. Please, by all means request things for me to write, I do pretty much everything except incest and golden shower (don’t be weird guys). Also you’re welcome to suggest any type of variant of Matt/Chris, for example, bandana Chris - which I actually have a plan for already hehe, also let me know what u thought of this :)
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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ romance cheat sheet, pt. 1
chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: swearing
summary: Chris and you have been best friends since middle school. Chris has been in love with you since he met you, and you developed a small crush during sophomore year. It’s now currently senior year, and Chris has no idea how to ask you out. So him, his brothers, and their friend, Nate, make a ‘romance cheat sheet’, to get you to fall for him (even tho you already have..?)
a/n: i JUST found out there’s a literal book with the same plot. uhhhhhhh, don’t sue me
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It was around midnight. Nate, Matt, and Nick were all slumped on the couch, looking at me sitting on the floor, my legs crossed.
“C’mon, don’t be such a pussy, Chris. Just ask her out already, she clearly likes you!” Nate groaned.
I had been talking about y/n for the past 20 minutes, deciding if I should text her to ask her out or not.
The thing is, she is my best friend, and I won’t risk our friendship just because I was delusional, and thought she liked me back. There’s no chance, she’s fucking perfect.
But yet I still had a small voice in my head, telling me she just might like me back.
“Nate, it’s not that fucking easy. She’s my best frie- girl best friend. What if I fuck up?” I lean back against the carpet, covering my face with my hands with a frustrated grunt. This wasn’t easy, at all.
“I say we make a little cheat sheet. Romance cheat sheet.” Nick said with a proud smile, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. He’s mentioned it before, but I cut it off immediately.
This time I felt different though. Maybe he was right, what if it would work? He noticed a thing or two.
“I’m with Nick on this one. You clearly like her. Too much for my liking.” Matt mumbled, making Nate break into laughter, leaning back in the couch.
I doubt it’ll work. None of us have any experience with women, but Nick had a few female friends. I mean, me, Matt and Nate also did, but we weren’t as close. I’d just let Nick take over the list.
“Okay! Fine. Nick, grab a paper or whatever,” I rolled my eyes, standing up to find a few pens for all of us.
Nick and Nate added a few points. Here and there I remembered a few thinks she liked, crossed a few of the stupid ideas out, kicking Matt because he wasn’t helping, and so on.
“Wait, her favourite flowers are tulips-“
“I don’t know, she mentioned she’s never played golf before?”
“She likes the Nerds Gummy Clusters.”
“Nick, we already have matching bracelets. Look- Mine’s blue.”
The final list consisted of 13 points.
1. Tuck her hair behind her ear once in a while
2. Get her flowers for no reason (tulips)
3. fake failing a class
4. Let her borrow your hoodies
5. Hold her hand when walking (oh la laa)
6. Kiss her forehead when she accomplishes something!!! ;)
7. Teach her how to play golf or something, stand behind her
8. Remember her ordr orders for specific restaurants
9. Always have her favourite candy in your bag (nerds gummy cluts clusters)
10. make out with her Take her out when it feels right
11. Go shopping or whatever
12. Get matching bracelets (more)
13. KISS KISS KISS - n8
“Alright, I think this is good. You start Monday, try to check any of these off during the day.” Nick said, putting the cap on the pen pack on. Nate nodded, and Matt was practically asleep on the couch.
I stared at the list for a second. Was it stupid? Was it really worth it? Would it even work?
I tried to push the thoughts away. It’ll be fine, if it’s not gonna work, at least we’re still best friends.
“Alright, I’m going to bed then. Goodnight.” Nate yawned as he stood up, making his way to the bathroom. I just gave him a smile.
“Nick, I’m scared it’s not gonna work. What if she thinks I’m a weirdo? I mumble, looking down at my hands. I shot Nick a glance.
“Chris, stop. She’s not gonna suddenly find you weird after being your best friend since middle school. You guys are attached to the fucking hip, this is literally the first Friday in what? Weeks, she hasn’t been sleeping here. I’ve seen the way she looks at you, laughs at your extremely unfunny jokes, always staying by your side. You literally sleep beside each other. So please, shut up. And goodnight.” Nick rolled his eyes as he also stood up.
Deep down Nick felt kind of happy for his brother, finally trying to making some sort of move on his best friend. It was getting painful to watch two people completely oblivious to each other.
I looked back at Matt behind me, asleep on the couch with his phone in his hand. I slowly got up to put his phone on the coffee table, finding a blanket for him, before making my way to my bedroom, not forgetting to bring the cheat sheet with me.
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I had been staring at the ceiling for God knows how long. The overthinking had taken over, makes me completely restless.
That was until my phone lit up with a vibration.
a/n: chat ignore the message thing, i don’t know how y’all make them. yes, it was 9.30 pm💀 i know it’s short, sorry😖😖
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homie hopper - n.d
you’ve been called plenty of things during your time as a social media influencer.
the biggest ones? slut. homie hopper. you were used to it, so you didn’t care much.
the reasoning behind it was because you used to date chris when you guys were young and now you’re with nathan.
you all went to school together but you never really spoke to nate until your sophomore year.
even while you all shared the same friend group, you never really noticed him due to your different school schedules. while he played hockey, you were busy with cheer and volleyball. you may have spotted him once in hall way, but you didn’t have an actual conversation with him until sophomore year.
you and chris dated for a year and a few months until you both decided to break up to focus more time into your youtube careers.
now you’re at almost 8mil on youtube and you’ve been with nathan for almost three years.
when the triplets fans found out that you and chris used to be together, they went insane.
flooding your comment sections with mess about how you were disgusting for leaving him to date his best friend.
funnily enough, chris was actually the one to break up with you.
while the end result was mutual, he was the one that brought up the idea. when you officially called it quits, you spent your free time focusing on gaining your platform.
you guys stayed friends of course. there was no reason that your break up should’ve stopped a long time friendship.
when chris found out you and nate were talking, he was completely okay with it, even telling his friend about your favorite things to start up your first conversation.
you didn’t plan on addressing the hate comments you received, also telling the triplets to just ignore it.
but when you found out that fans were dming nathan about it and making him feel bad, you figured now was better than never.
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ynxsturniolo idk why people care so much 💀 it’s not like she cheated
>>> nicksbestfriend and even if she did, how does that affect us !!
>>> babysturniolo literally. like your boyfriend is probably sexting your bestfriend and you’re worried about someone else’s relationship. girl hop off 🙄
>>> florescentyn lmaoooo
>>> sturnioloswife clock it
letstrip27 we’re not mad she’s dating nate, we’re mad she left chris for nate. who’s to say she wasn’t talking to him secretly
>>> nicolassturniolo girl please 💀
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>>> mattsturniologirl NICK
madiisbae WAS IT NOT CONFIRMED THE BREAK UP WAS MUTUAL?!
>>> madelynclinesgirl it was people are just stupid
chrispepsicola literally what 🤨 yn and chris have been broken up for over three years now
mattssecretgf so…moving on makes you a homie hopper now??? 😟
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nicholassturniolo i ate 😚
>>> yn.ln and did 😜
>>> christophersturniolo what about me? @yn.ln
>>> yn.ln literally no 🤨
>>> matthew.sturniolo chris you didn’t say anything
>>> christophersturniolo excuse me for being confused after a nap 😟✋🏻
>>> nicolassturniolo a nap is actually insane
mattshockeystick i happen to love @/yn.ln and @/nathandoe8 ‘s relationship they’re cute 💛
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yn.ln i ❤️ @/nathandoe8
>>> nathandoe8 i love you more 🤭
>>> ynsbabe this is so cute 😭
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nathandoe8 love love love ❤️
nicolassturniolo 😭🤍
matthew.sturniolo i was gonna say something corny but i’ll pass. ur cute ig 😌
christophersturniolo my favorite couple fr ‼️
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The theory that Eric cared for Dylan more than Dylan cared for Eric is...wrong.
I have heard, every now and again, a theory that Dylan was Eric's best friend but Eric was not Dylan's best friend. Sue Klebold mentions this in her book by bringing up Dylan's closeness to friends like Nate Dykeman or Zack Heckler, but here's my take:
I think Dylan really wanted to be accepted; Eric wanted to be accepted too. Dylan's desperation for friendship allowed him to accept Eric and vice versa.
Truly, I don't think anybody saw the depth of their relationship because they didn't want anyone to. This is the same concept we can apply to the entire, what, year? That they spent plotting their attack.
When Eric and Dylan were arrested in January 1998, it was like the nail in their coffins. Eric would go on to write in his journal: "Isn’t America supposed to be the land of the free? How come, If I’m free, I can’t deprive a stupid fucking dumbshit from his possessions if he leaves them sitting in the front seat of his fucking van out in plain sight and in the middle of fucking nowhere on a Frifuckingday night. NATURAL SELECTION. Fucker should be shot."
Dylan fashioned his messages to Eric in the style of Doom books, going so far as to write multiple notes to him throughout the entire yearbook and drawing a Doom POV shotgun as an indicator to “continue [reading] where you see this.”
Upon the numerous pages he wrote, he drew pictures of fictional characters that Eric liked and quoted Eric’s own website posts back to him (Specifically writing: You know what I hate??? PEOPLE!! YEAA!!). He recounts his favorite memories over the last year: working together at Blackjack, smoking cigarettes together at Blackjack, lighting fires, and the last two 4th of July celebrations.
In the end of March 1998, Eric wrote in his planner that he still had movie plans with Dylan. This was at the same time that Dylan told Brooks about Eric’s website and threats.
In April 1998, Eric writes, "…sometime in April [1999] me and V will get revenge and kick natural selection up a few notches." This indicates their continued contact and their early planning of their attack on Columbine.
Dylan would write in Eric’s 1997-1998 yearbook: "We, the gods, will have so much fun w NBK!! Killing enemies, blowing up stuff, killing cops!! My wrath for January’s incident will be godlike."
As early as April 1998 Eric mentions “going NBK.”
Dylan was deeply connected to Zack especially, and took it really hard when Zack and Devon started dating. However, Dylan also laments over the fear of losing Eric too once Eric started casually seeing someone. He had the same fears of abandonment that he did for Zack as he did for Eric...but perhaps, to a lesser degree.
Eric and Dylan had achieved homophily. While both of them maintained their own separate peer groups, their relationship remained constant. The amount of time they spent together continued to mount, despite their closeness having a tendency to go unnoticed or be dismissed. In Sue’s book, the claim is made that Nate was Dylan’s closest friend. With this in mind, who did Dylan choose to sign up for every single class with? Who did he sit with in every class? Who did he wake up at 3:30AM with to get the best parking spots at school? Who did he routinely sneak out with every week? And lastly, who did he choose to die with?
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How Things Used To Be
I wonder how long it took me to notice that there was something wrong with Nathan. We had been best friends for years, ever since the 5th grade, and we always hung out together both in and out of school. I was hoping things could’ve stayed like that this summer, but it seemed like fate had other plans. Between family vacations and college prep, it seemed like he didn’t have time for me anymore. And to make it worse, whenever he wasn’t doing that, he was hanging out with some other guys who I had never met, and he never even bothered to ask me if I wanted to come with. I know people grow and change, but I didn’t want to see it happen to my own best friend. On the bright side, we’re going to the same college, so I hope I can see him around.
And I did see him. It was the third week of courses, once I was starting to get acquainted with campus life. For once, I was actually being more social, trying to fill the gap that Nathan left. I used this opportunity to start talking to people in my classes and I found that we had some similar interests. I wish I could say the same for my roommate, but he mostly keeps to himself and we don’t have much in common.
Okay, back to Nathan. I was walking back to the dorms after my last class, texting one of my classmates about the homework. I was interrupted when I walked headfirst into another student. I should’ve been paying more attention to my surroundings. I looked up at the giant in front of me, probably 6’3”, before apologizing.
“James, is that you?” the giant asked. The voice sounded very familiar, yet at the same time, different. I took a closer look at him. “Long time no see, huh?” I was surprised when I realized who it was.
“Nate? Woah, what happened to you?” I couldn’t believe that this person in front of me was my best friend. This was not the same Nathan from three months ago during graduation. He was always a bit taller than me, but he had to have grown at least 3 inches. He used to wear glasses, but it seemed like he switched over to contacts.
In the warm August heat, he was wearing a tank top which revealed his newfound biceps for the whole world to see. The tank top clung closely to his chest and I could see his newly-formed six-pack through the fabric. He was wearing basketball shorts that were short enough that I could catch a glimpse of his thighs, which were just as big as his arms. I never knew Nathan went to the gym, and if he did, he never told me. But still, I couldn’t comprehend how he became so huge in just three months, which made me more curious about what he had been up to. A backwards hat fit tightly atop his head with Greek letters on them. Sigma Lambda Chi… Had Nathan really joined a frat? To be completely honest, he looked like he was cosplaying as a frat bro, a far cry from how I knew him.
“Like what you see, bro?” James chuckled, as he flexed one of his arms. He definitely never came across as a cocky showoff, but I was too distracted by his flexed bicep to notice. I caught myself staring for a second too long, before feeling my face turn red hot. Me and Nathan knew everything about each other, but there was one thing I never told him. I was gay. To tell you the truth, I had a crush on him, but I knew I could never tell him to preserve our friendship. But now he looks even better, and he hasn’t made time for me at all. Now he really felt out of my league.
“I’ve been working out a lot lately. I’m glad you noticed.” He still had his signature smile, but it looked out of place on his new body. His face especially looked a lot more angular and masculine. A visible tan glazed over his body like a fresh coat of paint.
“Daaamn! You look great, dude!” To be honest, I wasn’t sure how to feel talking to him again. On one hand, I was happy to see him again, and, admittedly, a little surprised to see him like this. On the other hand, he ditched me this whole summer to hang out with some other guys. It felt so bittersweet.
“If there weren’t other people around, I’d let you…I mean uh, how have you been bro? I know I’ve been busy a lot lately. Sorry about that, dude.” We told each other what we did over the summer, and wow, was his summer more interesting.
As we caught up, I learned more about what he has been up to. Apparently, he joined a frat and he was hanging out with the guys there more and more. He promised that he’d bring me to a party sometime, but I was hesitant because I’m not much of a party animal. That lifestyle just isn’t for me. He also said he was thinking about joining our school’s football team at the request of his roommate, which I found even more surprising because Nathan never played sports in high school. I did track, but I was never that big into sports myself. Our conversation was interrupted as another guy entered the scene.
“Yo, Nate! Finally found you. You seriously need to get better at texting me back, dude. And who’s this dude?” The guy was wearing the same hat as Nate, so I figured he was one of his frat bros.
“My bad, bro. Brett, this is James. We go way back. James, this is Brett. He’s my roommate. We met over the summer and we’ve been hanging out since.”
“Alright, cool, bro,” Brett responded, clearly impatient and indifferent towards me. He dismissed me entirely, almost like I wasn’t worth his time. “You still going to the gym with me or what?”
“Sorry, bro. I just ran into him and we were catching up.” Nathan responded. “Hey, I gotta get going. We should get food sometime. Peace!” I watched as Nathan and Brett walked away in the opposite direction of me towards the gym. As they moved further away, I could hear Brett chastise him about something. This is the guy that Nathan ditched me for? I hope I’m wrong, but he seemed like kind of a dick. I know I was jealous of him for taking up my best friend’s time, but I didn’t trust him. As for me, I returned to the dorm to work on the assignment with my roommate.
The next time I saw Nate was that weekend, when I held up his promise to get something to eat. I tried to ask him about it earlier in the week, but he was doing stuff at the frat all that time. I was at least grateful that he took time out of his schedule for me for once. He mentioned that he normally doesn’t hang out with anyone who wasn’t in the frat, almost like they were some exclusive bro clique that I was excluded from. For once, it was good to hang out with him one-on-one without any of his frat bros getting in the way. I expected things to be like how they were before, but I couldn’t be any more wrong.
It’s not that I disliked the new Nathan, but I felt like we didn’t have much common ground anymore. It was like he was a completely different person. He didn’t seem to care that much about our old interests anymore. He didn’t have time for video games and he just wasn’t that interested in watching movies or photography anymore. All he seemed to care about was working out all day and partying all night. All he would talk about was some stupid stuff he or one of his bros did.
Plus, he told me he switched his major from mechanical engineering to be a personal trainer. It seemed like he just became a total gym bro overnight. The studious and witty Nathan that I loved kinda just seemed to be a stereotypical meathead now. The worst part was that I knew that this was the same Nathan deep down, and he still treated me the same even if he was a lot busier. I felt like maybe I was the problem since he was clearly still having a good time, and I wasn’t. Why do I feel this way?
I felt my mood change as we talked. Eventually, I figured it was time to cut off the conversation and return to the dorm, but Nathan definitely knew something was off. He texted me later that evening, asking me if everything was alright. To be honest, I wanted to make some lame excuse that I was feeling sick, but we’ve always been honest with each other, so I told him how I really felt.
Me: Nate, to be honest, I think I need some time away from you. I don’t hate you or anything, but it feels like we’ve been growing apart and I feel like you’ve become a different person. I feel like when I look at you, I don’t see the Nathan I’ve known for years, but someone else entirely.
I wanted to say more about how I felt about his new changes, but I didn’t want to escalate things.
Nathan: James, I’m sorry you feel that way about me. I felt like we had a good time today. I’ve grown and changed a lot recently, and I’ve realized a lot about myself, but I’m happy with who I am right now. I know I’m spending a lot of time at the gym or with Brett or my other bros, but I still care about you deeply, bro. You might be right though. Hanging out with you isn’t the same as hanging with the guys at the frat.
Me: Do you honestly see yourself as just a frat boy? You’re more than that. You’re my best friend. But now, you have more in common with the jocks from high school than the Nathan I knew. It’s hard talking to you now since all you care about anymore are your gains and partying. You’re nothing more than a meathead now.
Nathan: So that’s how you see me, bro? The reason I had been avoiding you is because I knew that you wouldn’t like seeing me like this. I guess I was right, bro. But trust me, I’m happy like this. I’m a lot more social than when I was when I was with you, and I’ve even become more in shape too. I care about our friendship more than you can possibly imagine, but I guess this is for the best. To be honest, I think it would be a lot of fun if you were here in the frat with me, but I know you wouldn’t say yes.
I didn’t bother responding. I could never picture myself joining a frat. I would never get along with his frat bro friends, especially Brett, who seemed to be the one he was closest with. I still couldn’t believe Nate would choose him over me. I wasn’t sure whether to feel angry, or sad, or disappointed towards him. I felt like he was wasting his life partying when he should be studying. To think this was the person I cared about more than anyone. It was at this point that I figured I probably wouldn’t have my old friend back. Or so I thought.
A couple weeks passed and I tried to move on from Nathan. I always saw him on his story drinking and partying late into the night at the frat house or posting selfies at the gym. He looked like he was fully embracing his new frat boy persona now. If he didn’t still care about me, it would’ve felt like he was doing it out of spite. As for me, I started to hang out with my classmates more and more, and there was even a guy I went on a date with. It was a nice date and I did like the guy, but for some reason, the thought of Nathan lingered in my mind. Even though I hated what he had become, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about him. I couldn’t deny how much he turned me on. Why was I still thirsting after a stupid fucking frat bro? One afternoon, after I returned to my dorm, I received a text on my phone. To my surprise, it was Nathan.
“Hey bro, can we talk? There are some things I need to get off my chest.”
I didn’t know what he could possibly want with me now. I suppose I can hear him out just so I can see what he wants. I went over to his room further down the hall, and thankfully Brett was not here to ruin the moment. Nate said that he was doing some preparations for some stuff at the frat. When I asked, he didn’t specify what though. It always feels like stuff at the frat is kept under wraps.
“Did you want a drink?”
“Sure.”
“Even if it’s beer?” A mischievous grin appeared on his face. Was he seriously offering me beer? I knew that alcohol wasn’t allowed in the dorms, but clearly that rule didn’t faze him. Obviously he knew how to get his hands on some drinks. To be honest, I had never drank alcohol before, but I figured this would be the easiest way to try it before I turned 21. Plus, it might alleviate the tension between us. Either that or make us fight like two drunkards in a bar.
“Sure, why not.” Nate went to get two bottles for us. I took my first sip and was disgusted by the bitter taste of the beer.
“You don’t like it? Neither did I at first,” Nate chuckled. “After a while, you get used to it.” Nate turned the TV on as we chatted. I apologized about what I said about him last time we talked, but he said it was no big deal. I felt like I was a little too harsh on him. It could just be the alcohol, but I found that I got along with him better than I did weeks ago. As we chatted, my body started to tingle. Was this how it felt like to be drunk?
“Hey, Nate. I feel kinda weird, but not like drunk weird. Is this normal, bro?” I asked. By this point, we both had two drinks each. I didn’t mind the taste of the beer the second time.
“Nah, you’re fine bro.” Nate responded, with a smile on his face. Compared to me, he appeared to be much more sober. “It happens sometimes, especially when you’re not used to it.” I figured he knew best, since he was the one drinking and partying all the time, so I ignored this foreign feeling rushing through my body. I felt as if my body was overheating as I felt my arms and legs throb and pulsate. Sweat was leaking off my armpits and down my forehead. There was part of me that knew that something was off, but it was drowned out by the alcohol. As I took another sip, I felt my arm spasm as I accidentally spilled some beer onto my shirt. Shit, I wasn’t expecting to do laundry later.
“Damn bro, you made a mess. You alright? Do you wanna change your shirt?” Nate asked. I nodded and he quickly went to his room to pick out something for me. It wasn’t the first time I had to wear his clothes. “Sorry about that, bro. First thing I found. Hope it fits you.” It was a stringer tank with Sigma Lambda Chi on it. I bet Nate looked like a walking symbol of the frat wearing that stuff. For some reason, the idea was kinda amusing to me because it seemed so over the top. I wondered how I would look dressed up like that. I’d probably look really stupid.
I stripped out of my wet shirt and changed right in front of him. I caught a whiff from my armpits, and I thought I smelled like a sweaty gym bro. The tank appeared to be a size up and it hung loosely on me. Still, it was better than nothing I guess. Despite that, it had a nice familiar smell to it though. It smelled like Nathan, but at the same time, it had a different flavor to it. He smelled a lot more manly than I remembered. I bet he wore it to the gym often.
Eventually, after my third drink, I went to go to the bathroom. My body was starting to ache, like I had just done a workout with Nate earlier. Workout…Was that what happened earlier? …I think so? Did we work out after class and come back to his place for some brewskis? For some reason, the events of today felt incredibly fuzzy to me. I was starting to forget the reason I was here in the first place.
I clumsily stumbled over my feet which looked bigger than usual. After I took a piss, I looked at myself in the mirror. Something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I didn’t always look that big, right? From a first glance, it looked like I was looking through one of those distorted mirrors they have at amusement parks. I had to have been really drunk at this point. I chuckled at the figure in front of me. At this point, I almost looked like one of those frat bros! I decided to flex my arms like they would, oblivious to the fact that they already grew just a little bit, before joining Nate on the couch.
“There you are, big man!” he said as he squeezed my muscles. I have been working out recently, I think. “I thought you passed out in there. Most guys don’t last that long for their first time, but you look good enough for another brewski.”
After downing our fourth drinks, the conversation took a different turn.
“Yo, James. I knew you said you weren’t too big on the idea of joining our frat last time we chatted, but how do you feel now, having thought things over?”
I remembered our last conversation. Honestly, I was so drunk that I didn’t remember why I turned him down in the first place. The idea that seemed unappealing to me at the time seemed like it was perfect for me at this moment. I didn’t even understand why I would be so reluctant to join. I needed to join more than anything else. I would do anything to join, even if I had to completely humiliate myself in front of my fellow bros. At this point, nothing was too extreme for me. The fact that Nate was in it was enough reason to join, so we could hang out more like we used to. Plus, I could get to hang out with all my other bros and drink and party whenever we want.
“I’ve given it some thought, and yeah bro, I’ll join,” my voice slurred as my mouth moved before my mind could. I had committed at this point. No backing out now. I’m a member of Sigma Lambda Chi for life.
“Sweet, bro!” He grabbed me on my far shoulder and pulled me close. “I’m glad you said yes, because I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes, bro.”
I closed my eyes as Nate went into his room to grab something. Did I actually agree to join his frat? I’m not sure what’s going on with me today. When he came back, I felt Nate press on my head as his “surprise” fit tight around it. “You can open them now.”
I realized I was wearing the same hat that Nate always wore, with his frat’s letters printed on it. “We’re gonna be matching now, bro. Isn’t that awesome? I know you’re gonna want to wear it whenever and wherever. But you’re wearing it wrong. Let me fix it for you, dude.” He turned the brim around so it faced my back. As my hat turned backwards, I felt my mind fog up and any tension or brain activity screech to a halt. I was unable to realize what I signed myself up for, unable to protest. My conscious mind was drowned out by the alcohol and this hat was like a lock, sealing it away. Not that I was against this, as a wave of pleasure surged through me. I felt my mind slow down, almost as if it was stuck in molasses, as my thoughts began to simplify. It felt good though...
I would follow the example of my fellow brothers. Look like them, think like them, act like them. Almost like a hivemind of bros, you know, bro? By this point, the changes were irreversible. Nate had turned me into another frat bro just like him.
“Everything worked out as planned, bro. You see, when you, my own best bro, told me you didn’t want to join the frat with me, I was actually really hurt. So I talked to Brett, and had him “work his magic”, to help me do to you what he did to me. I don’t like to lie to you, but it’s a frat secret, so now you get to know bro. Like I said, it’s a secret, so don’t talk about this with anyone.”
“Don’t worry about it bro. It’s all…uh…
Fuck dude, what’s the word…water under the bridge? Huhuhu…” I really had to think about that one. I found it harder to articulate and use complex words, as I mainly just spoke in bro-speak. To be honest, I wasn’t really that upset that he lied to me. He did what he had to as a member of the frat. I never stayed mad at one of my bros for very long.
“Now we get to be brothers for life,” he said as he gave me a big bro hug. We clung to each other like two giant masses of muscle. My huge biceps wrapped around his firm back as his did for me. Afterwards, he handed me my fifth drink and we cheered to me joining Sigma Lambda Chi. He laid down all of the rules, what everything was like, telling me about the coolest guys there, and so on. He said he’d bring me to the frat house and introduce me to everyone tomorrow. “They’re gonna love you for sure, bro. I’ve got an eye for cool bros like you.”
As it got later, and we moved on to drink numero 6, I felt myself get very tired as we both passed out on his couch. I woke up a couple hours later, and I looked out the window to see a pitch black sky. Shit, it was almost 10 PM and I had to turn in my assignment at midnight. But for some reason, I didn’t really care right now. I didn’t mind turning in assignments late as long as the teacher still gave me credit. I felt no different from the way I was a couple hours ago, just another Sigma Lambda Chi frat bro, but I liked it. It felt right to me. It was where I, no, where we belonged.
I looked down. Nate’s tank hung tightly to me now. It took me a second to notice my arms…Holy shit, they were fucking huge! I looked awesome, bro. As I admired my new body, Nate was still asleep, his hand on my meaty thigh. Just above that, my dick throbbed through my pants. Fuck, I was so horny for some reason. Eventually, Nate slowly regained consciousness.
“I usually don’t drink this much on a school day,” Nate said, still a little hungover as he rubbed his eyes. We sat in silence for about a minute before he spoke again. “By the way, there was another reason I invited you over. There’s something that’s been on my chest for a while.”
“Go ahead, bro. I can take it,” I responded confidently. My voice sounded deeper and more bro-like than usual, just like him.
“Here goes, dude. I think I like you, bro. Not like you, but I think I like like you. I know it’s hella gay, but I couldn’t stand to see you be so cold to me. That’s why I had to make you a bro like me. I’m sure you’ll love it here, bro. And hey, if you’re not gay, that’s cool. We can forget this shit ever happened and go back to being bros for life.”
At first, I honestly thought I was still dreaming. First, he turned me into a frat boy, and now, he was confessing his feelings to me? How crazier could this night get? For all my life, I thought he was straight. I remembered being glad when he broke up with his girlfriend two years back. I couldn’t stand her. When he joined Sigma Lambda Chi, I assumed he was 100% straight and that he was banging some sorority chicks every night. To think he felt the same way I did all this time.
“Bro, I like you too. When you stopped talking to me, I started to get kinda jealous. I didn’t want to accept you for who you are. But being your bro just isn’t enough for me, bro.” I leaned in for a kiss, my inhibitions still nowhere to be found. It was my first kiss and it was with the person I cherished most. I felt like I was in heaven. I didn’t really care that I was a dumb frat bro like him anymore. I never did. That shit was stupid anyways. But now, Nate fixed our friendship and made us closer than ever. I loved the taste of his lips against mine and I didn’t want it to end but eventually Nate parted our lips.
“Wanna fuck me, bro?” he whispered in my ear. A flirtatious smirk was plastered on his face, and one of his hands was still wrapped around my neck. This was real. I nodded as he took me to his bed. I had never done this before, but I’ve seen plenty of porn, so I knew what to expect. He laid down on his back and stripped naked. I never felt this aroused before. My dick even looked bigger than it used to be. I was so pent up that I felt like I was holding this load in for months. I guess frat bros really are as horny as they say. I lubed up my larger cock before sticking it into Nate’s hole.
My serpent stretched out his tight hole as he had clearly not seen much action down there until now. I pounded his ass as my dick went in and out of him. In and out, in and out, in and out…It was a steady rhythm, my dick was like a metronome. My hands clung to him as I held him in place, pinning him to his bed. My hands ran all over his shoulders, broad and muscular, built like a football player’s. We both felt absolutely euphoric as our deep, masculine moans filled the room. The moans were loud enough that the students on the other side of the wall could easily hear them, but I didn’t care about any noise complaints as I fucked him harder and harder. After half an hour of fucking, he both hit our orgasm at almost exactly the same time. I ejaculated inside his tight hole, my hot, sticky seed flooding his insides as Nate came all over his abs. At this point I was exhausted and still hungover and I basically fell on top of him on his bed. We were both panting and out of breath.
“I knew you were a good fucker, bro.” he whispered seductively as he kissed me. We stayed in that position for several minutes until we heard the door open.
“Yo, Nate! Did you do it? How did it go?” a voice asked, shouting loudly from the other room. I recognized the voice as Brett’s. He peeked into the room, witnessing the two of us cuddling together naked. To be honest, I thought he would’ve been grossed out. Guess I had the wrong idea about him.
“Better than expected, dude,” Nate responded. He didn’t seem to care that we were both naked in front of his roommate and that we just got back from our trip to Pound Town.
“He looks way better this way, don’t you agree, bro? But man, dude, now I know why you wanted him to be a pledge so bad. I was wondering why you wouldn’t fuck any of those sexy sorority babes. More for me, I guess.”
A week passed and by then, I joined the frat officially. Me and Nate started dating shortly after, but none of our bros minded. It didn’t matter if we were gay, we were still brothers. I also learned how Nate met Brett. He was taking a tour of the campus over the summer and he ran into Brett who was recruiting people for the frat. Brett took a liking to him and kinda took him under his wing like some sort of mentor and they started hanging out since he only lived a town away from us. Brett was our age, but he had more seniority and authority because his older brother Brad was very popular within the frat. Turns out Brett and some of the upperclassmen knew how to turn guys into the ideal bros for their frat. They wanted to bolster their numbers to make Sigma Lambda Chi the biggest and coolest frat in the state, with the biggest bros and the biggest parties, and naturally both me and Nate were chosen. Not that either of us minded. Nate joined the football team with Brett and some other guys in the frat, and the rest of us would go watch them play every game. Our section of the stadium was always the loudest and rowdiest, especially when one of our bros scored a touchdown.
Apparently I grew a ton during the night that I was with Nate, but I was too drunk to notice just how massive I had become. It must’ve been something in the beer, huhu. I started working out with Nate and Brett, and sometimes some other bros too. I even ended up changing my major. I chose business because my bros said that it was the easiest shit ever and I wasn’t feeling psychology anymore. I didn’t really feel like thinking much anymore and I found that focusing on education so much was a chore and that I was wasting my college experience. I’d rather be partying and drinking or hanging out with the bros at the frat house, watching sports, playing video games, or playing ball outside. I got to see why Nate grew to enjoy this lifestyle so much, and I was mad at myself for not seeing his point of view sooner.
Three years later, me and Nate are still dating and we’re set to graduate this semester. We’re thinking about getting a place in the city not too far from campus, probably with Brett and another friend of ours to save money on rent. We’ll probably still throw parties every weekend like we used to. College was such a memorable experience and I wish I could live it again. I only have Nate, Brett, and all my other bros to thank for making college awesome for me.
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Pauses, Then Says, You’re My Best Friend|| Joe Burrow x reader
•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
•summary: After months of saying that you are just “his best friend”, Joe finally confesses that he is in love
•warnings: best friends to lovers, language, fluff, that’s all :)
You and Joe were laying on the patio furniture in his backyard, watching the sunset as you told him about your current relationship problems.
“He’s such a dick. Why did I agree to go on a date with him?” You asked, sighing in exasperation as you laid your cheek on Joe’s shoulder. You felt Joe’s shoulder shake under your cheek as he let out a chuckle.
“I told you not to,” he teased, “I remember saying these exact words to you before you left: ‘Y/n, you’re going to regret this later, and I’m going to be one that hears all about it’.”
You stayed silent. You knew he was right. You did regret it, and here you are now, telling him all about it.
Joe raised an eyebrow, craning his neck to look at you, “I was right, wasn’t I?” You giggled softly, nodding your head, “Yes Joe, you were right.”
Joe smiled smugly at your words. His smug smile making you shake your head as your own lips tugged upwards with a smile. This conversation with Joe was all too familiar to the both of you. Every time you had an issue with a date, you immediately went to your best friend Joe. It's been that way since you were Freshman in college at Ohio State.
Joe has been your best friend since you were 18 years old. The two of you have been through so much throughout your many years of friendship. From lots of heartbreak, to one of you moving away to a completely different state, you and Joe have stayed by each others side through it all. With Joe being your best friend, you of course care for him deeply, and love him a lot. However, the past couple months, your feelings for Joe have started to change, develop, into something more than purely platonic. You've pushed these growing feelings away by going on dates to distract yourself from this new type of love you feel for your best friend. News flash: it isn't working at all.
As you sat next to Joe on his patio furniture, watching the sunset, those feelings continue to bubble inside of you as the butterflies swarm wild in your tummy. You continue to try and push the feelings away, knowing that Joe doesn't feel the same way. He never has and he never will.
However, unbeknownst to you, Joe feels the exact same way about you.
He's been in love with you since the moment he met you. He's pushed his strong feelings aside for years now for the sake of your friendship, and because he fears that you'll reject him. Just like you, Joe assumes that you don't feel the same feelings that he does. Joe know's it shouldn't, but hearing you talk about another failed relationship fills him with a little hope. It means there's still a chance that maybe, just maybe, he'll get a chance with you.
You continued to tell him about Nate, the guy you went on a horrible date with the other day. As you told him about your date from hell and how much you regretted going, Joe couldn't help but just stare at your beautiful face as you talked. He noticed how your face changed into different emotions as you spoke, and how your nose scrunched when you would say something you disliked a lot. He always thought it was cute when you did that. Most of all though, Joe noticed how beautiful your eyes looked from the golden Cincinnati sunset. He would stare into those eyes all day if he could. Joe could feel himself fall even more in love with you.
"He was just awful. I blocked him as soon as I got home. Anyways, enough about my date from hell," you sighed as you finished speaking. You looked over at Joe, planning on asking him how his week was. However, you paused when you noticed the strange look on his face as he looked at you. Joe looked like he wanted to say something to you. Something important.
"Joe?" you questioned, "you OK?"
Joe gulped, his Adams apple bobbing slightly. He stayed silent for a few moments before he said your name in a soft tone. "Y/n," he pauses, then says, "you're my best friend." You smile slightly as you replied. "You're my best friend too, Joe."
"I need to tell you something," he hesitated, "I don't want it to ruin what we have, but I have to tell you. If I don't tell you, it'll never go away. It'll stick with me forever, and I just," he sighed, "I just need you to know how I feel."
Your heart fluttered at his words. Tell you how he feels? Could this be the moment you've hoped for for months now? Does Joe feel the same way about you?
You reached out and put a hand over his that was settled on his thigh. You gave it a gentle squeeze as you nodded encouragingly, "What is it Joe? You know you can tell me anything." Your voice was soft, gentle as you spoke to him. Your gentle tone made Joe feel a little more at ease. He sucked in a deep breath as his mind ran wild with thoughts. He wondered how you were going to react and if your friendship was going to be ruined from his confession. But Joe knew he had to tell you how he really feels about you. Joe let out the breath he took, giving you his full attention as he nervously wet his lips before he confessed to you.
"I love you, Y/n. More than a friend." he said quietly, "I always have. I understand if you don't feel the same way though. We've been best friends for such a long time, I don't want things to be awkward between us because of this."
At this point, Joe was just rambling nervously. You thought it was sweet though, seeing how nervous his usual confident self got as he poured his heart out to you. A wide grin pulled at your lips as Joe confessed. The butterflies continued to swarm as your heart fluttered. Joe shared those same feelings that you did.
He sighed softly before continuing, "Just, hearing you always talk about these terrible guys you go out with makes me think that I could treat you so much better. Not even think, I know I can treat you so much better. I understand if you don't-."
You suddenly leaned forward and crashed your lips onto Joe's, shutting him up from his long confession. Joe immediately kissed back with just as much passion. He brought a hand up to the base of your neck, pulling you even closer to his lips. One of your hands found its way up to his cheek, while the other cupped his bicep. Your mouths moved in sync, fitting together like puzzle pieces. The kiss with Joe felt so right--for both of you. This was something both you and Joe have waited for since you were just 18.
You pulled away from Joe, both of you resting your foreheads against each others and just soaking in the moment before you spoke.
"I love you too Joe."
Joe smiled, chuckling softly, "Yeah, I picked up on that." Your smile widened as he pulled you in for another kiss, this one briefer than the first. The two of you pulled away with lovestruck grins on your faces.
"So," Joe said, "are you free Saturday? I'd love to take you out to dinner. Show you what it's like to finally have a good date."
You blushed at his words. You couldn't believe this was happening, but you were so happy that it was.
"I'd love to go out with you Joe." You replied, your smile growing wider. Joe nodded, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. A slight smirk pulled at his lips as he asked you his next question.
"So are we going as friends or..."
You chuckled, "I don't know. I was thinking maybe as something different." Joe nodded, "Like as your boyfriend?"
"Yeah, like as my boyfriend." You confirmed, smiling sweetly up at your best friend.
hey loves!!
so i got so carried away with this one lol. i thought it was so sweet though! if it’s not obvious enough already, this is slightly based off of you are in love by taylor swift.
yail is my absolute favorite song, so i had to do something based off of it (again. because i’ve already written something for welcome to the jungle lol). but i was heartbroken when she played it as a surprise song in LA🥲
ANYWAYS, i just think this song is perfect for friends to lovers!
i hope you’re enjoying blurb night! ithink i’ll have one more blurb up tonight, but i’m not sure yet. we’ll see how it goes! thank you for reading loves🤍🤍
#joe burrow#joe burrow x reader#joe burrow x y/n#joe burrow x you#joe burrow imagines#joe burrow blurbs#blurb night!
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A(nother) Difference Between That '70s Show and That '90s Show.
I've written about depth of characterization before, but I realized today by looking at the T7S circle .gifs by @tht70sblog that the life issues the T9S kids face (save Oz) are nowhere on the same level as those from T7S (S1-S5, at least). This might add to the Disney show feeling people have expressed about T9S.
T7S has very realistic parental neglect and abuse issues and the emotional effects of that childhood wounding. Parents who don't set proper boundaries with their kid, which creates a different cluster of emotional wounding that affects the kid's worldview and behavior. And gives specific details (or the whys) to make all this characterization abundantly clear.
The threat of homelessness at seventeen (several times) and fears of a bleak future. Significant betrayal in teen relationships. A son whose more sensitive nature doesn't fit with his father's idea of masculinity, which has a breadth of consequences (some good, some damaging). A pregnancy scare for a high school sophomore. Teen girls whose gender expression and interests don't fit stereotypes.
The list goes on.
This depth, seriousness, and kind of issues facing the characters of T7S resonates very much with my time as a teenager in high school (long after the '70s 😅). For instance: a friend with an emotionally and physically abusive mother who kicked her out of home in the middle of the night (not for the first time), and that friend showing up at my home for shelter.
That's only one specific example with the most basic of details (because privacy 😁), but T7S reflects so much of my serious teen experiences in its stories (not necessarily autobiographically but in spirit). Also the fun and great times (and burns, which we didn't call burns) during those years, too -- just like the T7S characters. It was a mixture. Both harrowing in a lot of ways and fulfilling.
T9S isn't there. Maybe it won't ever be because it's not the same show as T7S and isn't intended to go that deeply or realistically into teen life.
But T7S does while still capturing the humor that exists during all the crap teens have to go through or get themselves into.
That being said, the T9S teens are a little younger than the T7S teens (talking about the characters, not actors). Leia fretting over having a first kiss with Jay is sweet, and it's definitely a dilemma fifteen-year-olds have.
But when I was fifteen, friends were often fretting about a lot more than a kiss. Jackie and Kelso's sexual relationship when she's a sophomore and he's a junior is closer to my specific experience (with a few first kisses sprinkled in).
I find myself and parts of my life in T7S. I connect to the characters, their connections to one another, and what they go through.
I love Red and Kitty in T9S and enjoy the teens' antics and personalities. Even if the show remains more surface with its depiction of teen life in the '90s, I hope it goes deeper with the characters and builds the connections / friendships among them so we understand*why* they care about one another and hang out (with Leia and Gwen's friendship as the exception since that gets good development in S1).
Give me a "Class Picture" (T7S, S4) type of flashback like how Fez became part of the group that shows why Oz chose the other T9S kids as friends and vice versa. Right now, I have no idea.
Gwen's brother, Nate, is Jay's best friend. Nate is dating Nikki, and Leia is Gwen and Nate's neighbor during the summer. That explains the *why* of their interactions. It doesn't explain or illustrate the deeper connections among them, however. With sixteen episodes for S2, I hope the writers use that space for episodes like T7S's "Hyde Moves In," "Sleepover," "Cat Fight Club," "Grandma's Dead," "Eric's False Alarm," "The Pill," and so on that showcase and develop the relationships among the characters.
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Side note: If I knew had to add a *read more (under the cut)* on mobile, I would. 🫣
#that 70s show#that '90s show#Jackie x Hyde#Michael Kelso#Leia Forman#My Essay#My Meta#Essay#Meta#Personalish
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Is there a reason you're so open about your sex life?
Yeah actually. I've had a lot of shit happen to me in my life.
The first person I ever had a crush on was another boy, and my best mate. We'll call him Nate. I knew I liked boys before I knew I liked girls, cuz up until I was 12 I'd never really spent time with girls at all—I didn't even know any girls my age—but I did have Nate. I met him when I was 10, and he taught me to ride horses and work stock. So growing up that was one helluva secret to hold. And he knew that I liked boys, and he jokingly called me a faggot and a queer and we laughed about it. And when other kids would hang shit on me at school, he didn't. In private, sure, with love. But in public, he stuck up for me. Cuz I was one of the Good Ones™, and his friend.
When I was 12 I was abused by a man in his 40s. And I heavily repressed my feelings towards other boys because I figured that that was the path it led down. "Gays are paedophiles. Queers wanna touch kids. They're dangerous." And I figured that if I just ignored it, I'd never end up a monster like he was. And when I told Nate about this, he said the same thing. "They're all like that. They're dangerous. You need to be careful or people will think you'll do the same. And I know you won't, cuz you're one of the Good Ones™. But you have to be careful." Nate was the first and only person I told about my abuse until it went public. He kept my secret for 3 years. He held me and I cried.
Nate was the last man outside of family who's held me. I haven't been held by another man since I was 12. I haven't been hugged by another man outside my family since I was 15.
At 14, I met another kid we'll call Lake. He was fun, and cheerful, and bubbly. And he was also gay. Very very openly gay. The feminine kinda gay. Talks like a girl kinda gay. Not my type, but I admired him. And I envied his bravery in being so out and not caring about what people thought of him.
Or the risk.
At 15, Nate got me drunk. We'd been working calves all day on the local station where his parents lived as hired hands. He snuck a slab from his parents' outshed on the station and we took our horses out and sat in the shade of a gum and drank. I'd never had alcohol before except at Mass, and I got pretty tipsy. And the sun was setting and it struck these orange streaks through his hair, and reflected real pretty off those eyes, and I decided he was very very handsome in that moment and in drunk brain, I should kiss him. So I leant over and pecked his cheek.
He went off on me.
It turns out that it's ok to be gay, as long as you're gay for the right people. And the right people is anyone who isn't the person you're talking to. Cuz he turned to me and I saw a rage in his eyes that I knew meant whatever kinda friendship we'd formed over 5 years, it was dead in the water the moment I kissed him. He looked at me the same way he looked at all the other queers, same way he looked at Lake, with that "I don't mind gays but I wish they'd be a little quieter about it" face. And then he slogged me.
We scrapped. And at first I thought he was just being an idiot, cuz I was 15 and he was 17 and we were both teenage boys and we biffed sometimes. But after a few seconds he got on top of me and stopped pulling his punches, and I was trying to tell him to stop and that I was sorry and he didn't. He kept hitting me. And he called me a faggot, and a queer, and a freak, and that there was something wrong with me and he had to beat the faggotry outta me cuz I had a skull too thick for my own good and if he didn't teach me a lesson now I'd do it again and the next bloke might just kill me for it.
He gave me a good slog to the side of the head and rung my bell real good, and then he kicked me in the stomach and got on his horse and rode back to the station. I laid there maybe ten minutes trying to breathe through all the blood in my nose and making sure he didn't knock any teeth out. That was the first time I really genuinely got a bashing.
I never talked to him again. I saw him once on station, and tried to talk to him and apologise, but he just walked away. I stopped visiting the station after that.
I made friends with Lake. We both went to Catholic school, so he got picked on a lot for being gay. But he never let it get him down. And I started standing up for him when I saw kids treat him like shit. Because he was my friend, and he was one of the Good Ones™. But deep down I envied him. I wanted to be him. I wanted to be able to walk with my chin high and strut like a fucken peacock knowing I'm hot shit and that nobody could touch me. But internalised homophobia is a hell of a thing, and deep down I also knew I'd never be like him. Because my issue isn't just me being attracted to men, but also being intersex and a dozen other different little things. But to Lake, that didn't matter. To Lake I was cut of the same cloth. We were confidants.
Eventually with time I realised that there's no such thing as "one of the Good Ones™." Being attracted to someone the same sex or gender as you isn't a fault. It doesn't mean there's something wrong with you. But I still hid it. I wasn't brave enough to be open about it, I was scared of judgement, I was scared of punishment for something I couldn't control, so I kept it a secret.
The third person I told was my girlfriend. She took it in stride. I thought she was afraid that I'd made her my beard when I was definitely attracted to her too, but she was actually the one who explained bisexuality to me. And everything clicked. But she was also aware that I was squashing down my attraction to men because I was afraid, so she made me watch Brokeback Mountain, and that's actually how I ended up genuinely coming to terms with my sexuality. I didn't want to be so afraid of loving that I'd never loved at all.
I never acted on my attraction, cuz I'm a loyal bastard, but when she and I split I stopped trying to hide what I am. I am a man who happens to be attracted to men. I am also attracted to women. And that's ok. That's not something to be ashamed of, it's not something I need to hide, it's not something I have to keep secret.
I'll never be the loudly out gay man. I'll never be the loudly out bisexual. I don't wear pride pins, I don't flaunt my sexuality, I don't wear rainbows. If anyone looked at me they wouldn't assume I like men, let alone immediately know.
I'll never be like Lake. But I don't have to be like Lake. I just have to be me. And through talking about my experiences, maybe some other young man who's in the same shoes I used to be in will look at me and realise that all he has to be is himself. And if that man likes men, then so be it.
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Intervention
Warnings: cursing, mentions of drugs, intervention, friendships getting ruined, angsty
Pairings: Maddy Perez x Female Reader x Cassie Howard (platonic)
Summary: In which Y/N, Cassie, Maddy and Kat are trying to help Rue through an intervention but, a bitter argument starts.
Characters: Maddy Perez & Cassie Howard (played by Alexa Demie & Sydney Sweeney)
Show: Euphoria
Requested: I believe this was requested by @gillybear17
Author's Note: this fic is based off 2x05
© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.
You, Maddy, Cassie and Kat walked in. When you walked in you saw Rue standing there. Jules had told you what had gone down with Rue and her earlier just as a warning so, you all knew what you were getting yourselves into.
But she was your friend and all you wanted to do was help Rue so of course you would come and try to help her. You didn't want her to end up killing herself because of the drugs. You walked over and hugged Rue then Maddy did the same after you.
Leslie was there too which didn't shock you. Jules was the one who told Leslie what was going on, even though Rue freaked out at Jules for doing so but, honestly Jules was just doing what she thought was right and she did do the right thing by telling Leslie.
You, Cassie, Maddy, Kat, and Leslie spent a lot of time trying to talk to Rue and trying to give her solutions on trying to solve her drug problem. This was going on for a long time, you guys suggesting things to try to help her and Rue shooting them down.
And the whole time you, Maddy, Cassie and Kat were trying to help her and suggest stuff, not only would she shoot them down but she would say something rude to all of you while you guys were just trying to help her.
Rue got up and ended up sitting at the top of the stairs slightly holding herself. She was sweaty and did not look well at all. You and Maddy looked at eachother concerned then looked back at Rue.
"This can't make you feel good Rue, living like this, lying to the people you love, being mean to the people you love. This can't make you feel good about yourself." Leslie said.
"I don't care just fucking leave me alone please." Rue said.
"I know your in pain.." Leslie said walking closer to Rue.
"No fucking idea mom." Rue said.
"Let's get back into the car and let me take you to the hospital." Leslie said.
"I can't get clean I can't do that shit forever." Rue said.
"You don't have to. Just take it one day at a time." Cassie said. You and Maddy nodded.
"Yeah Rue, I know this will be a hard process but, you don't have to do it all at once, just take baby steps." You said. Leslie nodded.
"Hey Cass.." Rue said.
"Yeah?" Cassie asked.
"I have a quick question for you." Rue said.
"What?" Cassie asked.
"How long have you been fucking Nate Jacobs?" Rue asked. You stood there in shock that Rue just said that. Was Cassie really fucking Nate Jacobs, your best friends ex? Cassie stood there in shock and was trying to find her words then started laughing nervously.
"Wh- what? What are you talking about?" Cassie asked.
"How long have you been fucking Nate?" Rue asked again. Maddy looked both shocked and furious and she looked at you in disbelief. You looked back at Maddy with the same expression.
"I'm not." Cassie said still laughing nervously. You knew she was fucking lying, it was so obvious. "I'm not." Cassie said again. Maddy finally decided to speak up.
"What are you talking about?" Maddy asked.
"Yeah really, what the fuck is all of this about?" You asked.
"Oh I just I- I saw her get into his truck and then kiss him and drive off that was like what like uh like a month ago." Rue said.
"Uh-" Cassie said not knowing what to say as she stood there nervously.
"Are you kidding me?" Maddy asked. You looked as Cassie in disbelief.
"You seriously are just.. fucking around with Maddy's ex?" You asked. Cassie stood there in tears now as she looked around still stuttering nervously trying to figure out what to say next.
"Cass that's like.. really bad." Kat said. Now Cassie had just broke down and she was starting to cry some now.
"You're fucking Nate? Are you kidding me?" Maddy asked pissed off.
"Seriously Cassie, what makes you think this is okay?!" You asked. Cassie still stood there fumbling with her words.
"I- no I- I don't even know why she would say that." Cassie said.
"You're lying!" Maddy snapped.
"I- what the fuck Cassie! We can tell you are lying, you doing a terrible job and trying to lie about it." You said.
"Can we just table this conversation?" Suze said.
"No! No you expect me to stand here next to my best friend who's been lying to me about fucking my ex-boyfriend?! I'm literally gonna get violent!" Maddy said.
"No there is no need to get violent okay because we are having an intervention!" Suze said.
"I'm begging you. Let's just get into the car." Leslie said softly. Rue shook her head.
"I can't.." Rue said. As Leslie was trying to help Rue, Cassie was standing there and she was starting to cry uncontrollably.
"Oh your crying? You're fucking crying?" Maddy started to yell as she walked over to Cassie.
"I- Maddy! I know your mad but maybe we should talk about this later when Rue is better." You said but Maddy was too pissed off to listen.
"You fucking bitch, you're the one whose hurt?" Maddy asked. You and Kat followed Maddy trying to at least calm her down some.
"The most self-centered idiotic person I have ever fucking met! You fucked my ex and you're fucking crying?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" Maddy said.
"I'm sorry- I'm sorry but I don't give a shit who's fucking who, okay? If you're gonna keep talking about it get out of the room!" Leslie said.
"Absolutely. You're being an animal." Suze said. There was a bunch of yelling until Cassie spoke up again.
"I don't even know why you're believing her she's a drug addict!" Cassie said.
"Are you fucking serious right now Cassie?! Gonna say shit like that about Rue when she is right fucking there obviously struggling?!" You snapped.
"How long have you been fucking him? Be honest." Maddy said.
"Maddy, let's just do it later." Kat said.
"Kat shut the fuck up!" Maddy snapped. "Hong long have you been fucking him?" Maddy asked Cassie again. Cassie stood there silently. Maddy then turned in the direction Rue was in.
"Rue?" Maddy asked.
"I- Maddy.. you can see Rue's state right now, let's just not bring her into this." You said.
"Yeah we can just do it later." Kat said. Rue just sat there looking at them.
"Listen let's just get into the car okay." Leslie said.
"When was this?" Maddy asked Rue. Rue sat there for a minute then finally spoke.
"Right after New Year's." Rue said. Maddy was even more pissed and looked back at Cassie.
"You dumb fucking bitch! I'm gonna fucking-" Before Maddy could finish, Cassie ran off and ran upstairs.
"Don't fucking run away from me stupid bitch!" Maddy yelled as she started to run after Cassie but you and Kat grabbed Maddy.
"Okay that's enough Maddy!" Kat said.
"Yeah come on, it's not worth it, let's just go home.." You said. Before Maddy could protest you and Kat pulled Maddy out and left with her. You felt so fucking bad for Rue, you guys were suppose to be there to help her but then that shit happened.
You and Kat got into the car with Maddy and drove off hoping that she would calm down enough that the three of you could talk about it calmly.
Author's Note: tysm for reading!
#euphoria#maddy perez#m. perez#maddyperez#maddy#perez#cassie howard#c. howard#cassiehoward#cassie#howard#maddy perez x reader#maddy perez x female reader#maddy perez x you#maddy perez x oc#maddy perez x y/n#cassie howard x reader#cassie howard x female reader#cassie howard x oc#cassie howard x you#cassie howard x y/n#angst#cassie howard angst#maddy perez angst#euphoria angst#alexa demie#a. demie#alexa demie x reader#alexa demie x female reader#alexa demie angst
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The Eve Cometh Again
"Another day, another Christmas" is what I would be saying if I hadn't been doing all I could to bring my life to a point where I'm not only working hard at bringing the best possible life for myself, but also slowly but surely regaining the love I had for all the hobbies that kept me sound enough to enjoy said life. It's been a long journey to reach this point, and while I'm still fairly nervous about what the future beholds, I'm not going to let that hold me back on reaching the goals I have laid out for me. There's far more excitement than anxiousness, and sometimes I have to tell myself that so I don't end up getting pulled back into the gutter, but it's because of that excitement that I'm fairly happy this Christmastime.
I have something big planned not just for myself, but to everyone that's continued to see my journey and enjoy all the stories and goofs I've had to share. But today, I want to take the time to provide some letter-like notes to a few of my closest friends that have continued to help me smile over the years.
Let's start with my chums from the Joy Charged Gamerz Crew - first of all, sorry again for not being active on the channel this year xD I know the channel is meant to be more laid back and should only be obliged when we feel comfortable enough to do so. It doesn't change the fact that even now, I'm forever thankful to have been granted the opportunity to not only help and see the channel grow, but also create some fantastic memories with great friends. With the new year on the horizon, I hope we get the chance to create some more memories, and since I've been taking some time to play more games again, I hope that this spark will give me the chance to continue charging others with joy. Merry Christmas, lads, and love ya'll 💛
To many of the new friends that I've had the joy of hanging with a TON this year - @soybeanzoffical, @onyxcolonyart, Slime Guy/mrmendezgamer1, Rambles, Namor, @sparxsiris, Nate, @rubyshimmer0x, and many others, thank you all for being a supportive bunch of lads. Even though we've had a lot of bullying escapades in the past year, I can look back and get a little chuckle out of 'em x3 Much love to ya'll, and here's to another year of my dumbass shenanigans! Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays, buds :'3 🩷
To one of my good buds in animation, TheInvertedShadow (@asktheshadows), I know we've not spent as much time together, and we've both been going through our own fair share of down moments, but I just wanna leave another reminder for ya; you are always loved and cared for by thousands - if not millions of people, and as one of them, I'm glad to have seen your talent grow since I first laid eyes on your EoI video 10 years back. And if I knew we were going to be a chaotic duo of friendship back then, I'd probably call myself crazy xD But to be serious - you've always been such a supportive friend since we first spoke together back in 2016, and for that, I can't thank you enough, and I'm happy to call ya one of my best friends. Thank you so much for all the great memories, and here's to many more in the future - we both got a lot ahead of us, for sure ;) Merry Christmas, lad ❤️
And speaking of which, to another one of my best buds; Will Ryan (DAGames). Man - what a year it's been, hasn't it? Since the start, you've been constantly moving yourself up higher and higher, and being along with ya for the ride has been nothing short of a blast. I'm legitimately proud of you for all the accomplishments you've made - from the release of HOAA:R (btw to everyone else, bls stream Castle that Burns, kthxbai xD ), the launch of Solitude: Subject Placement, and all the conventions you attended. On that note, it was fucking amazing to be able to see ya again at MomoCon this year, and not just for a day, at that! The experience itself was already amazing as it was, but to be able to hang out with you, the crew, and some of our other friends was probably one of the best memories from this year. I still get choked up thinking back to the concert when Living Life Without The Cord and Gold: SSD played, and I'm so happy that it turned out so well. I know the year hasn't come without it's downsides either, but the fact you persevered regardless and brought some great times with it is something you can't knock. On that note, I also have my own share of thanks to give. I'm wholeheartedly grateful of all the support you've given me during the production of Scarlet Combine leading up to the launch of Storm Before The Calm. To be in a similar pair of shoes that you've worn, it's given me some semblance to the feelings and experiences you've had when you first released HOAA. It can't entirely be compared - that much I know, but to have made something of this calibur has shown me that the work of an artist of any kind isn't to be taken lightly, and while I too wish there were things I could have done better with my album, it doesn't change the fact that I'm proud to have made it possible regardless, and I have you to thank as one of my pillars of inspiration. And even though we may not have had the same experiences with our projects, one thing I can say is that it's helped me understand enough to have your back even more than I have before. It may be difficult to push out the negative thoughts that came from releasing Resurrection, but once you understand the obstacles in your Pursuit of Hope are meant to guide you to the joy you're seeking, it all comes slightly more naturally. I haven't given up on my own pursuit, so don't give up on yours. Thank you for everything, Will, and I love ya to fuckin bits. Merry Christmas, bud 💚
Now, to all the fans that have kept up with my bullshit for so long (sorry by the way xD ), thank you all for being so supportive and patient with me as I work towards the new year - a lot has been on my mind during this long break, and thankfully I'm pushing ever closer to a brighter end where I can be happy with the things I've enjoyed doing for years. There's a lot to look forward to, and I can't wait to talk about some of it when the Resolution of 2024 rolls in on January 15th. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy the holiday season leading up to the new year.💙
And finally, I have one last person I'd like to speak to; my love, @aspennightray (Shut up, I know it's gay xDD). Words can't express how happy I am to have you in my life. I know this year has had it's struggles for the both of us, and I know that my dumbassery has caused its fair share of frustration with you in fixing some of those things, but this year has also brought some great memories as well. When we first met face-to-face for MomoCon, it was admittedly weird to continue from there like it was just another Discord call, but if anything, it helped make the transition to our time spent in the following 2 weeks all the more comfortable. I won't beat around the bush, but that was by far the best time of my life in such a long while, and has made me confident enough that you are the one I want to be with. While there's been quite a few potholes making the journey to that point fairly difficult, I still haven't given up yet, and I don't plan to anytime soon. You've done so much for me in the past year we've been together for, and while I know many of them were things I could have done myself or many other friends could have done for me, but I suppose it just has more meaning to me knowing it comes from you, especially with how much it's helped me get off my ass and take care of myself. Despite the tail end of this year feeling a bit off for a multitude of reasons, none of that overshadows the fact that it's been an amazing one, and i can't thank you enough for it. I also can't thank you enough for all you've done to bring my ideas to life - no matter how beautiful they've turned out (and they certainly ARE beautiful <3 ), none of that matters as much as the fact that you made it possible. Sure, they may have been "jobs" at the end of the day, but your fascination, interest, and support for Scarlet Combine has been a core spark in ensuring that I completed it, and that means so much to me. Despite the jokes, bullying, and a few moments of irritation, I know you've always believed in my ability to create this new world of mine, and though it will take a good while before I continue it again, I'm excited for what we'll do with it together. Thank you so much for everything, hon, and I hope this Christmas turns out well for you. Even if it doesn't, know that I'll still be here to help make it just a little bit brighter. I love you so much 💜
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and here's to an even Happier New Year to you all 🎄
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hi!! could you do a super cute like fluffy maddy x platonic reader? maybe they go to the mall together or like maybe the fair? idk i just love the friendship maddy vibes🤭🫶🏼
Forever and Always. - Maddy Perez x platonic!gn!reader
Maddys Masterlist | Requests are Open!
A/N: I hope you like it, because this is my first ever request I got.
Shipping: Maddy Perez x platonic!gn!reader
Summary: You and Maddy were friends way before she met Cassie and when you guys got into highschool, you always were there for each other, no matter what. Especially now after Cassie's betrayal with Nate. So you made it your Mission to bring her on other thoughts through that what Maddy loves the most, Shopping. Just a cute little girl's day with your life long friend.
Wordcount: 1,590
Warnings: Fluff!, Talk about Nate Jacobs & Cassie, a few cuss words, kinda implied f!reader at the end but I tried to hold it gender neutral! If I missed something tell me.
Notes: English is not my first Language, so if any mistakes are in I’m sorry and give this kinda to google docs and Google Translate. This plays a few days after Maddy found out about Cassie & Nate through Rue.
“How are you feeling, you know, with that all?”, you asked, while looking through some clothes.
“God, please don’t get me started with that at all.”, she looked over to the other side of the clothes rack you are on now.
“I don’t know what I saw in either of them.”, she continued before going to a new one..
“I believe you that.”, you smiled before taking a top out from the rack and holding it to your torso.
“If you take that top, I’m going to end our friendship. That is ugly ad fuck.”, she said, turning to you.
“I just looked okay, I thought it was cute.”, you said, shrugging with your shoulders.
“I love you, but Yellow is not your color.”, she took the top and put it back on the rack.
“Come on, let's get out of here, these clothes are all ugly. I don’t know who goes shopping here.”
She took your hand while dragging you out of one shop to go to another one.
The next few minutes passed in complete silence, while looking for more clothes.
“Can I ask you something?”, Maddy broke the silence first, before she turned to you.
“Sure.”, you turned to her.
"Well, two things. First, the black one or the red one?”, she questioned while holding two tops in front of her.
“Black goes with everything, but I believe, I never really saw you in anything blank red, so the red one.”
“Good, the second, be real to me, what did you think of Cassie when you first met her?”, she asked, while putting the black top back.
“Well, to tell you the truth.. I never really liked her. I mean, she was nice and all, but every time I saw her I just had a bad feeling, like I had with Nate. Never liked any of them to be fair.”, you know that maybe it hurts to hear the truth of someone, but it was the truth and the truth is never not hurtful.
“Why did you never say anything?”, she looked at you.
“Well, first off, you seemed Happy, but second of all, I didn’t wanna lose you as my friend Mads. I know you my whole fucking life, I know how you tick, even if the last few years we never really had contact through Cassie being your Best Friend, and Nate being your Boyfriend, I kinda just hold it Back. I know how you are when someone lets something negative out over people you love, I saw it often enough.You were and are my friend, I didn’t wanna lose you over something stupid.”, you said truthfully.
"Oh Babes..”
Maddy came over to you to bring you into a hug, she put her arms around your neck, while you put your arms around her Body.
“I’m sorry, that I was like that and pushed you back.”
You know that Maddy was never one to really apologize to people, or embrace them into a hug, but when she did, you knew that she meant it.
“Hey, is the Fair this year back in town?”, she asked while letting go of you.
“Yeah, why?”
“Well, let’s go together to the fair.”, she said smiling, while a glint of mischievousness twinkled in her eyes.
“God, what is your Plan?”, you asked, smiling.
“Who says I have a Plan? I just wanna have a fun Time with my friend, nothing more.”, she shrugs her shoulders while continuing going to more racks to look.
You giggled quietly to yourself, before following Maddy.
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You were sitting in a Starbucks, both drinking you a latte and having a snack. You both kinda catch up with your lifes, before Maddy turns quiet and looks behind you, when you turned around you saw what makes her quiet. Cassie and Nate were walking Hand in Hand through the Mall. You rolled your eyes before looking at Maddy and making a gagging noise. That brought Maddys look back to you and made her smile.
“Come let’s get finished and head out of here. No need to see those Cunts here.”, you laughed.
Both of you finished your stuff, before grabbing your bags and heading to the parking lot.
In your car, she connected her phone with your car and put some music on. The drive to your Home was like 30 Minutes but none of you care, with Doja Cat and Saweetie you both just felt the Music. Especially when Best Friend came on, you both were just sitting in your car feeling the Music at the top of your lungs screaming the Lyrics and having a great time.
“fuck, i forgot how much Fun we have everytime.”, Maddy laughed while hugging you from her seat.
You laughed with her, it was no matter how much time can pass between you and Maddy not seeing each other, once you two are back everything feels like you never spend days or months apart from each other. Once you guys reached your house, you parked and got in with all your new bought clothes.
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Chapter 13: It's All In the Game
Fandom: Fallout 4
Words: 7,475
Characters: Georgia Tate (Canon Divergent Sole Survivor), Nate, RJ MacCready, Nick Valentine, Conrad Kellogg
Notes: content warnings for graphic-ish descriptions of gore? canon standard tbh but just thought i'd give a heads up :) enjoy !
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August 28th, 2075. 7 PM.
The place Nate ends up taking her to is a dive bar near some place called Fort Hagen, a military base, one he tells her he spends lots of time at with his friends. Its patrons were mostly servicemen, which was how Nate found out about it and it isn’t exactly prime date material in Georgia’s mind, but he reassures her that it’s a fun place.
“Something is always going down there,” he says, and he’s cute enough that she lets it slide. It’s only one date; she might as well see where this goes, right?
On the drive there, she learns that he’s been out of the military for a few months now, and picked up a job as a line manager in his uncle’s Corvega factory. He brags about being one of the only managers who likes to actually be out on the floor with the guys, and she’s able to spin it as him being dedicated to his job. He blows past a stop sign on a thankfully empty street when he grins over at her in the passenger seat.
“Aren’t you the little optimist,” he says, one hand on the wheel and the other on the arm rest between them. “I’ll have to tell that one to the boys at work next time they give me shit.”
“I’m a brightside kinda gal, what can I say?”
“That you are,” Nate agrees. “You’ll fit right in at the bar. They’ve got a jukebox, karaoke, a pool table. You’ll love it.”
“Pool?” Now he has her attention; she’s been pocketing 8-balls since she was thirteen, but he doesn’t need to know that. She plays coy, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “I’ve always thought pool was fun.”
“Oh, really? You’re a woman after my own heart, Miss Walker.”
Georgia beams back and sits pretty beside him, hair done up in curls and her best dress already riding up her legs. He drives a cherry red Corvega Blitz with a creamy leather interior that sticks to her thighs in the late summer heat. That detail is not lost on Nate, whose eyes dart to the exposed skin before she artfully smoothes out the fabric. His scarred lip twitches into a self-satisfied smile as he pulls into the parking lot. Up the hill, Fort Hagen itself looms ominously despite its spotlights. Georgia can’t help but wonder what goes on inside a building as imposing as that; probably nothing good, she decides, and definitely not as entertaining as her date is about to be.
Things inside the bar are much more inviting, loud and raucous with music spilling out of the promised jukebox and people dancing across the floor. Georgia hopes that Nate is a dancing kind of man, her hand already tapping the beat against her leg. She doesn’t want to speak too soon, but if it goes well, maybe a club and a good band would be a nice second date. She’s about to ask him if he dances when a group of men at a table in the corner catch sight of him amongst the crowd and begin to shout him over.
“Hey, let me introduce you to my friends really fast,” Nate says, already steering her in their direction.
Georgia attempts to hide her frown. Maybe she jinxed it. “I’m sure they’re nice, but…I thought this was a date.”
Nate looks down at her, eyebrow raised. “It still is. They were gonna be here anyways, might as well say hi, right? C’mon, they’ll love ya.”
Hm. Georgia could appreciate a man who maintained his friendships—surely that was a green flag. Nate ducks down and whispers next to her ear, “Besides, it’ll give me a chance to show you off, huh?”
This gets her blushing, pink from her hairline down to her collarbones. Well, she certainly wouldn’t mind that. She puts her best face on as they approach.
They see Nate first and greet him warmly, clapping him on the shoulder and offering him a seat. Georgia steps out from behind him and before Nate can introduce her, one of his friends nods at her over his beer and asks, “Are you gonna tell us who this fine young thing beside you is, Tate?”
Georgia doesn’t hide her frown this time and goes to open her mouth before Nate opens his first.
“Hey, knock it off,” he tells his friend seriously. “I’m a gentleman tonight. You should play along.”
Another friend laughs and derides him, “Just tonight, Natey? Is your broad aware of that?”
The men descend into a round of obnoxious laughter, but Nate just waves them off while Georgia crosses her arms in contempt. He puts an arm over her shoulders and turns them away from his friends, leaning down to talk to her again.
“Don’t mind them,” he tells her. “They’re already drunk and trying to give me shit. I think they’re just jealous. Who can blame them? Out of that teacher get-up, you look gorgeous.”
Her brow furrows deeper. “Those are my regular clothes.”
Nate must sense he’s said something wrong, because he readjusts on the fly. “I mean to say, you look sexier without a dress code holding you back. Better?”
She will admit, his petty appeals to her vanity are working in his favor. She decides to let him off easy.
“Better. Now, let’s turn this back into a proper date, shall we?”
Nate acquiesces to her and finishes up with his friends, then guides her towards an empty pool table.
“Now,” he says, pulling out his wallet and flashing a few hundred dollar bills that catch Georgia’s attention as he pulls out his driver’s license, “how’s about I grab us a few drinks and I teach you a thing or two about pool?”
Her eyes flit from his wallet to his face and she perks up, unable to stop the mischievous little voice in the back of her head telling her to take him up on it. When she smiles, it’s saccharine-sweet.
“Sounds great. You get the drinks and I’ll grab us some sticks?”
Georgia spends some time inspecting the pool cues, finding two without much warping or worn tips. She chalks her own but doesn’t touch Nate’s until he comes back with the drinks—she doesn’t presume to tell a man how to handle his stick, both on the billiard’s green and off…but she can give a couple pointers.
“You shoot with an open bridge?” she asks conversationally after he makes the break shot. Nate looks at her, raising an eyebrow over his bottle of Gwinnett. She mimics the shape with her hand and he nods. She gives him a playful look. “I thought you were gonna teach me a thing or two about pool?”
Nate laughs, but she can sense a touch of stung pride, just enough that it gives him more of a competitive drive. Georgia can’t say she doesn’t delight in riling up her competition.
“So you were just pulling my leg earlier,” he says, then sets her with a daring look. “Alright then, let’s play some damn pool.”
They play the game and he commends her for her trickshots and doesn’t even seem upset when she sinks all of her balls and calls the winning pocket for the eight ball at the end. In fact, he looks downright eager to get her to hustle his friends for money. So he sends her back over to their table and she plays the part of Nate’s innocent little tagalong, asking them if they want to join in on their game. A few take her up on the offer, sharing looks between themselves like they’re just humoring her. She catches Nate’s eye as they walk back, sharing her own sneaking look with him as he casually asks his friends if they want to put money down on the game. For fun, he says. They agree and soon enough, the game begins.
By the end of the night, Georgia has five grown men nearly snap their pool cues when they are forced to empty out their wallets. As a team, she and Nate had done pretty well, even if she had done most of the work.
Her latest victim sneers, throwing a few crumpled bills on the table. “Bullshit beginner’s luck.”
“Maybe so,” Georgia shrugs, chalking up her cue again, “but then that still means you lost to a beginner, so what does that say about you?”
The man, Jacobs, sneers at her. “Tate, if you don’t control your lady—”
Nate steps between the two of them, putting a hand firmly in the center of his friend’s chest.
“Get a fucking grip, Jacobs, it’s pool,” he snaps.
“And she cheated me out of my last dime!” Jacobs all but shouts and Georgia suddenly feels that maybe hustling people at pool in a military bar wasn’t their brightest idea.
Nate, however, looks entirely unbothered. All he does is give the other man a flippant shrug. “And? You’re the one who put it down. No one forced you to lose at pool.”
“And no one asked you to bring her to our bar,” Jacobs counters and glares at her over Nate’s shoulder. “The little bitch is a cheat, and I can pr—”
Georgia isn’t even able to get an astonished “excuse me?” out before Nate’s fist connects with Jacobs’ nose. Jacobs stumbles back, wiping the blood from his face and doesn’t pause before he charges Nate, nearly pushing him into her had she not stepped out of the way in time. She puts herself safely on the other side of the table as the two men descend into a brawl. She wants to stop them, yells at Nate to do so, but she can’t put herself between them so all she can do is watch as the punches fly.
Nate fights like a caged animal, going for any weak spot he can see and hitting them more often than not. She has a front row seat to the rage now coursing through him, teeth bared and fists bloody as they wail on each other. Jacobs catches him in the cheek but then Nate has him pinned to the pool table in front of Georgia, slamming him down on top of it. The man’s face is a patchwork of black, blue, and red as Nate holds him down by his shirt. He leans down, close enough where only he, Jacobs, and only incidentally Georgia, are able to hear.
“You don’t get to disrespect me and mine just because you’re a sore fuckin’ loser, alright?” he mutters and something in his words makes a warm, fluttery feeling start in the pit of Georgia’s stomach.
Nate spits on Jacobs’ chest before letting him go. When he looks up and sees Georgia standing in front of him, however, all the fight leaves him at once. His face goes pale and that’s when the both of them realize just how many eyes are on them and the silence that now pervades the bar. The fluttery feeling is quickly replaced by embarrassment and Georgia makes the executive decision to hurry the two of them out of the bar before they’re kicked out. She goes around the table, takes Nate’s arm into hers, and leads the two of them out with her head down. As they leave, his muscles are still taught in her grasp.
Once they’re standing next to his car in the parking lot, Georgia turns on him, hands on her hips.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
Nate leans back against the driver’s side door and doesn’t meet her eye, just pulls his cigarettes and a lighter out from his pocket. He lights up and takes a drag before speaking to her.
“He called you a bitch,” he says, blowing his smoke into the wind and it tickles her nose. “I didn’t like it. What, did you want me to stand there and let him?”
Georgia puts a hand on her forehead and sighs. On one hand, she’s pissed. This is categorically not how first dates were supposed to go, and she had been on enough to know. She’d had high hopes for the charming man that had walked in and picked up his nephew from her classroom that afternoon. Now, she was standing beside a man who would fistfight one of his friends at the drop of a hat. She can’t help but replay the fight in her mind and as she does, that same fluttery feeling comes back as she recalls what Nate had said to Jacobs. Me and mine.
On the other hand…
Watching him go from zero to a hundred in half a second, all on her behalf…well, no one had ever fought for her like that. First date or not. All that anger and power emanating from him…that had been because of her. For her. Something about it, as terrible as she should find it, makes her reconsider if this date–this man–was a total loss.
Her silence must make Nate antsy, because he speaks up again and this time looks her in the face.
“I didn’t want you to see me that way,” he says, and reaches out to touch her. When she doesn’t move away, his hand runs down her arm until it's holding hers, and he squeezes it with an infant’s strength. “I just…it’s like the anger gets loud, you know? And it’s all I can hear. It was stupid to let it get the better of me. I’m sorry.”
Out in the parking lot, half-lit by street lamps and out of the bar, Nate doesn’t look so imposing anymore. Slouched beside his car, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and a bruise rapidly forming across his cheek, he appears regretful. And, Georgia can’t help but notice, increasingly attractive.
“You’re right. It was stupid,” she agrees, going to lean against the car beside him and he looks down at her with a furrowed brow, “but no one’s ever fought someone for me. It was…kind of nice, almost.”
Nate laughs and puts an arm around her, pulling her close. She leans her head onto his shoulder and looks up at him.
“You’re one surprise after the other, Miss Walker,” he says and she grins. “Might have to keep you around.”
“Just don’t make it a habit, alright? I can handle bein’ called a bitch a time or two, it wouldn’t be the first time,” she tells him, and plucks the cigarette from between his lips to steal a drag. “Besides, I don’t think we’ll be able to come back here for our second date. I was hopin’ you were a dancin’ kind of man.”
He raises an eyebrow at her. “You’ve cleared me for a second date already? Color me surprised.”
“What can I say? I guess I have questionable taste and a thing for men with a solid right hook,” she jokes, only half meaning it, and he throws her that smile that got her to agree to all this in the first place before he takes his cigarette back.
They stand there for a little while longer, smoking cigarettes until Georgia says it’s getting late and they should both go home. They sit in his car a while longer, though, dragging out the date minute by minute until, by unspoken agreement, they decide to get a little hot and heavy in the backseat of the car. When they kiss, she’s careful of the bruise on his face and even softly presses her lips against it. Things escalate from there, a fire in Nate’s eyes, but Georgia doesn’t let him past the first five buttons on her blouse at first, per her own dating rules. He does get a hand up her skirt about halfway through and she allows it, so whether or not it counts as putting out on the first date is up in the air.
After, Nate drives her back to her little apartment a few blocks from the school, and very politely asks if he can kiss her goodnight outside her door despite the fact that he had her moaning his name not even an hour earlier. Flushed from hairline to collarbones, Georgia invites him in under the guise of getting him some frozen peas for his face, and if they end up between the sheets, well.
Georgia thinks she can bend her own rules, just this once.
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January 31st, 2288
When Fort Hagen comes into view after hours of chasing Dogmeat’s nose, past wild mutated bears (yao guai, Mac had called them) and a decimated assaultron, Georgia almost has to laugh at the irony. Just down the street are the ruins of her first date with her dead husband and before her is the foreboding tomb she may or may not find her son in. She hasn’t been the praying type in a long while, more so after waking up two hundred years in the future, but she throws a little mental prayer to anyone listening anyways.
The sky above them had been gray since they left Diamond City that morning, making vague threats of rain from the north that hadn’t yet come to pass. Dogmeat ends his tracking at the boarded up doors to the fort and barks once.
“I knew Dogmeat could sniff our man out,” Mr. Valentine says from her left. “Let’s you two and I take it from here, give our four-legged friend a break.”
Georgia bends down, knees popping, to give the hound a rewarding scratch behind the ears. “You did your part, boy. Stay out here while we find a way in, okay? Good boy.”
Dogmeat barks again like he understands—at this point, she’s pretty sure they have some kind of mental link from how in tune they are—and lays down, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.
“Front door isn’t an option, and even if it was it wouldn’t be the smart one,” Mac says, attempting to look around for another entrance.
“There’s scaffolding around the side, maybe this place has rooftop access,” Mr. Valentine says, so the three of them seek it out, only to find several automated turrets on said roof that put a bead on them almost as fast as he can shuffle them back down the platforms.
Mac offers to take them out, reminding her of the training yard job, but when she reminds him they should probably keep a low profile, he surrenders to her point. It’s only when she spots the parking garage connected to the building that she remembers they usually have interior entrances. It’s surprisingly deserted when they get down there, and almost like a light at the end of a tunnel: a door, lit by a single emergency light amongst the darkness. When she puts her hands on the crash bar and it begins to open, she pauses.
“You ready?” Mac asks from beside her. She swallows.
“You don’t know until you know,” she says, and presses forward.
--
The synths scattered among the inside of Fort Hagen are Gen 2’s, according to Mr. Valentine. Metal and plastic like him, but without his sparkling personality, as he put it. Georgia’s been lucky enough that she hasn’t crossed paths with many of them since she thawed out, and those she did, she and Preston had steadfastly avoided. Now, with their hollow, robotic voices echoing off the crumbling walls around her, it sends chills down her spine. They’re damn good shots, too, because by the time she, Mac, and Mr. Valentine clear the floor, they’re all sporting new holes in their coats and multiple plasma burns of near misses from their energy weapons. Mr. Valentine seems the most well-off, all things considered, while she and Mac quickly patch up the burns on her thigh and the one on his arm.
The further they go, they manage to find an elevator that provides the only way forward. It takes them below the surface and it reminds Georgia far too much of the vault. She tries to push it out of her mind as they press forward past another handful of synths, a turret, and a few easily disabled trip wires. For a moment it all seems too easy, like the three of them are just blowing through minor threats before rolling up to the big one, wherever he is. But then something crackles along the hallways, like a classroom intercom, and Georgia is sent back to cold metal and glass, thin air, and Shaun’s wailing cries. She nearly trips going down the stairs.
“If it isn’t my old friend, the frozen TV dinner,” a rough cadence says, echoing down the never ending hallways. “Last time we met, you were cozying up to the peas and apple cobbler.”
“Whoa, careful now,” Mr. Valentine says as he catches her by the elbow, looking around for the speakers.
“That’s him, that’s his voice,” Georgia says, her own voice trembling and her legs feeling like they’re about to give out from under her. She’s not ready. “Mac, Mr. Valentine, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can, Georgia,” Mac says firmly from the other side of her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “We didn’t come all the way here for you to turn back now. If he’s here, let’s go find the bastard.”
“Take it slow, one step atta time. We’re right behind you,” Mr. Valentine nods, readjusting the grip on his gun.
Georgia bites down on her lip to keep it from quivering. The speakers hadn’t come back on and she consoles herself with the fact that she has one of the best guns in the Commonwealth beside her as well as its best detective. One she trusts implicitly and one she trusts enough to help her see this through. She resolves to press forward. Mac was right; she didn’t come this far to only come this far.
Once she’s able to keep going, they take out a few more of Kellogg’s defenses and when his voice crackles overhead again, she isn’t as caught out by it. She can’t stop the shaking in her hands, though, shotgun wavering in her grip.
“Sorry your house has been a wreck for two hundred years,” Kellogg says, snarling when he adds, “but I don’t need a roommate. Leave.”
The words continue to bounce around her skull as they push open a set of metal double doors, opening up to some sort of command center. It’s like a game—they snuff out a few more Gen 2’s, Kellogg comes over the speakers to taunt her. She feels like a rat in a maze, the man who tore her family apart the mad scientist watching her every move.
“Hmph. Never expected you to come knocking on my door. Hell, I thought the Commonwealth would have chewed you up like jerky if you even made it out of that old neighborhood alive,” he muses, voice no less like sandpaper across her face even through the speakers. “What a surprise you turned into.”
Eventually Georgia’s fear morphs into anger and frustration. The closer they seem to get, the further away Kellogg seems. A game of cat and mouse, except the cat sends minions to do his work for him. She takes her rage out on a couple of Gen 2’s and hopes Mr. Valentine doesn’t take it too personally.
“Look,” the mercenary says after Georgia’s shotgun blows apart the plastic skull of yet another synth in front of her, “you’re pissed off. I get it. I do. But whatever you hope to accomplish in here? It is not going to go your way.”
She can’t help it; the pressure builds and she screams back at him, something deep and raw from within, “Fuck OFF.”
Mac and Mr. Valentine jump at her intensity, so on edge for everything else around them that they don’t expect it. There is fire and fury within her now that she can only do so much to keep contained. She thinks, briefly, of how much she can relate to Nate right about now. That only makes her angrier and she does away with the thought as she does away with the next synth that crosses their path.
They descend further into Fort Hagen’s depths and Georgia doesn’t want to dwell about how far underground they must be. Surely not as far under as the vault, but with the walls closing in around her as they enter a red-lit tunnel, she can’t really tell the difference. It knocks the wind out of her sails, her breathing starts to thin and she can barely get the words out to ask her two companions for a moment. She tries to grab at the walls around her for purchase when her knees buckle again, Kellogg’s voice ferrying her through what must be the start of a panic attack.
“You’ve got guts and determination, and that’s admirable. But you are in over your head in ways you can’t possibly comprehend.”
Faintly, over the sound of ringing in her ears, she can hear the mechanical voices of more synths around the corner, and Mac tries to yank her back into a standing position.
“We can’t stop here,” he tells her, an ironlike grip on her arm, “we have to keep moving.”
And they do, though every one of Georgia’s footsteps feels heavier than the last and her vision is tunneling and her chest feels too tight. Mac and Mr. Valentine take care of most of the synths, because all she can focus on right now is trying to push ahead. Her hands still won’t stop shaking long enough for her to aim her gun.
“It’s not too late,” Kellogg says, enticing her to give up already. “Stop. Turn around and leave. You have that option. Not a lot of people can say that.”
She’s caught between wanting to bolt and being so desperately close to her son’s kidnapper as the three of them come upon a red door.
“We’re close,” Mr. Valentine says, sniffing the air for something neither she nor Mac can detect yet. “I can smell that old merc’s cigars…”
Past the red door is what Georgia can only assume was an office for whoever commanded Fort Hagen back in its heyday. Now, it’s full of all sorts of tech and pristine, anachronistic furniture and smelling of cigars. There’s a bed that looks like it belongs more in a hospital than an old military fort, just as out of place as the rest of the furniture around it. It’s almost enough to jolt her out of her spiraling until the speakers come on again.
“Okay, you made it. I’m just up ahead. My synths are standing down. Let’s talk.”
A set of maglocks on a door across the room slide open. The man who took everything from her is just on the other side.
Georgia fights the urge to flee and the pent up energy just redirects back to the anxious jittering of her hands. Fingers try to disappear under her sleeve, but have a hard time getting under Mac’s bandages. She doesn’t even register him coming to stand beside her until her quivering hand bumps into his and she latches onto it like a lifeline. He’s a warm, steadying presence beside her and doesn’t even flinch at her white-knuckle grip. The shaking starts to fade.
She turns to him, and he meets her with a steely look as he nods. To her left, Mr. Valentine motions to the door ahead of them.
“Into the belly of the beast,” he says. Georgia lets go of Mac’s wrist to brace herself.
The room is dark when they open the door, weapons drawn, but spotlights begin to flicker on one by one. The last spotlight turns on and her breath catches in her throat when he steps into the light. The rest of the room fades out around her. It’s just the two of them.
“And there she is,” Kellogg says, walking out from behind a desk terminal with three synths at his back. He gestures to her with the pistol in his hand. “The most resilient housewife in the Commonwealth.”
He’s just as she remembers him: gritty, scarred, and worn-looking, but no less threatening, no less predatory. His visage had been the harbinger of her family’s demise, instilling a bone-deep panic into her now that she has a clearer look at him.
Unfortunately for him, all of Georgia’s panic evolves into rage at the sight of him. It’s like she can feel Nate’s hand on her shoulder, giving her the permission she never needed to snap.
“Where the hell is Shaun?!” she barks, more animal than woman.
“Right to it then, huh?” He has the gall to laugh, casual as you please, only fueling her fire. She should shoot him right now before he even gets a chance to gloat, but she knows that he knows the only thing keeping him alive right now is the information on Shaun’s location. If he decides to tell her the truth at all.
“Okay, fine. Your son, Shaun. Great kid,” he continues, casual as you please despite the severity radiating off her to the point where the shaking returns in a different way. “A little older than you might expect, but I’m guessing you figured that out by now. But if it’s a happy reunion you’re after, it’s not gonna happen. Your boy’s not here.”
Georgia’s teeth grit together so hard she swears she’s cracked a molar.
“You can either tell me where the fuck he is, or I blow your goddamn head off,” she seethes. Her gun has been aimed at his chest since he stepped out. “This is the end, Kellogg. Only one of us is walkin’ out of here. You die. I get my son back.”
“If only it were that simple. I’m just a puppet like you—my stage is just a little bigger, that’s all. Doesn’t change the fact that your boy isn’t here,” he shrugs, his revolver glinting in the light. “He’s with the people pulling the strings.”
“Where is he?!” Georgia screams, finger twitching on the trigger and held only by some modicum of restraint still left in her.
“Shaun’s in a good place,” he tells her and she almost believes him. “One where he’s safe and comfortable and loved. A place he calls home.”
Her resolve is starting to slip. Her vision tunnels.
“The Institute.”
A flash of gunfire cuts through the gloom, pulling Georgia out of the moment as the room descends into chaos.
Kellogg stumbles back from the blast of her shotgun, some sort of armor underneath his clothing the only thing blocking what would’ve ripped apart the chest of a regular man. Then Georgia feels herself pulled to the ground, behind one of the desk terminals scattering the room. Streaks of energy from the synth’s weapons fly overhead and she can hear Mac cursing beside her as his rifle sounds off, but then he’s stumbling around the corner of the desk. It takes her a few dangerously long seconds to realize what’s going on, diving behind another terminal as one of the synths falls beside her.
“He’s got a stealthboy!” Mr. Valentine shouts, and she doesn’t even have time to think “what’s a stealthboy?” before a bullet whistles past her ear. “He’s gone!”
She has no idea where anyone is, world turned upside down in the firefight, but her mind catches up to her with a shot of adrenaline. A few terminals down, Mac darts past, low to the ground and Georgia hears him shoot before something falls. She pokes her gun around the edge of a desk before sneaking over to one closer to where she’d last seen Kellogg. Another gunshot, this time from Mr. Valentine, cuts one of the Gen 2’s off mid sentence and then everything goes quiet. Her heart is thundering in her ears as her eyes dart around for any signs of a threat. Another shot rings out to her right so she goes left and makes a break for another piece of cover.
It’s an agonizing few seconds that feel like hours before she sees something flutter out of the corner of her eye. A centuries old piece of paper, falling from one of the desks as if someone had brushed past it, invisible. Her blood runs cold.
One of Mac’s rounds hit a terminal nearby and that’s when Georgia can see a dirty, booted footprint manifest itself on the fallen piece of paper. She lines up the shot.
She pulls the trigger twice and Kellogg materializes before her eyes, falling over sideways as his ankle practically disintegrates under him. He manages to roll over as he falls, landing face up. He doesn’t call out in pain as she rushes him, putting another round in the hand that goes to reach for his revolver on the floor next to him. It turns into a bloody stump, conjuring up images in her mind of ground beef at the supermarket. He barely even makes a sound when she unloads again into his knee cap and is pinned under her boot, the threat of all she’ll do to him a heavy weight in her hands. There isn’t any fear in his eyes when she levels the gun at his head. Instead, with the barrel at his temple and her heel on his chest, he has the gall to smirk at her. Like this was what he had planned all along. Like it was some game to him. She pulls the trigger, but nothing happens. A smirk like he might take the upper hand is the last thing to appear on Kellogg’s face before she changes plans.
The grip on her shotgun has never been tighter than when Georgia uses it to bash his head in. She brings the stock down on his face again and again and again and she doesn’t know when she starts screaming, but her throat is torn raw by it as she lets go of every piece of frustration that’s been building up inside her since she thawed out. Every downward swing is another fuck you to the world, to karma, to the Institute, to him. The air turns coppery as blood—his, her own, she can’t tell the difference—covers her torso. The drops that manage to fly into her still screaming mouth burn on her tongue as she drops to her knees above him, dead set on reducing him to nothing just as he did her. Then she’s grabbed by both arms and dragged away.
She tries to fight it at first, not realizing who has a hold of her. The adrenaline makes her twist and try to launch herself back at the mangled remains of Kellogg’s corpse. “I’m not done!” she shrieks, but Mac and Mr. Valentine’s separate grips on her shoulders don’t give. Together, they pry her hands away from her gun, finger by bloody finger.
Mac is beside her ear, repeating, “It’s over, Georgia, he’s dead, you did it, you’re okay—”
The hands only come off her once they have her away from the carnage. The two men sit her down on something hard and solid and are careful to block the view of her destruction. She doesn’t know why they bother; she already knows the former mercenary is nothing more than mincemeat from the neck up. Distantly, she hears Mr. Valentine say something like “at least the bastard won’t be hurting anyone else” before telling Mac to watch over her.
“I’ll look around, try to get all the intel this place can hide,” she hears him say and he disappears behind one of the overly large desk terminals.
Mac takes a seat beside her as she buries her face in her hands. She chokes on a sob, fury fading into distress as crimson consumes her, covering her arms, her chest, her legs. It’s everywhere and suddenly she feels like she can’t breathe, that red is all she’ll ever see until Mac wordlessly takes her glasses off her face. Blurrily, she sees him wipe the smears of blood off as best he can with his shirt. Instead of handing them back when he’s done, he hooks them on his collar and swings his pack around to rifle through it. He comes out with one of the tins of water from the Gunner base and reaches for the knife he keeps strapped to his boot.
He stabs a hole into the aluminum top, then points to her hands. “Here,” he says quietly, “let’s get that off you.”
She doesn’t move, too trapped inside her own head, but then she feels him move her trembling hands, softly, to pour the water over them. Blood and water pool together in her palms before spilling to the floor and he doesn’t say a word as he silently washes it away, gentler than any words of comfort he could have given her. He even changes out the bandages on her left arm now that the old ones are soaked through with new blood.
In the quiet of his care, all Georgia can think is that she failed. Sure, the man is dead, but she is no closer to finding her son.
The Institute.
She’d heard all the stories, or at least the ones people weren’t too scared to share. Becky, in Diamond City, whose lost husband may or may not have been snatched up. The settlers who wouldn’t look her in the eyes in the early days because new faces were suspicious and not intriguing. Piper, who seemed to have her own personal vendetta against the Commonwealth’s biggest boogeyman, the blade in the dark that struck when you least expected it. The Institute, whatever it was, had Shaun. If Kellogg was telling the truth. That at least meant he was still alive, possibly. She just didn’t know for how long.
While Mr. Valentine pokes around, Georgia slowly comes back to herself. Her vision stops tunneling and the ringing in her ears begins to fade. She doesn’t speak until Mac finishes cleaning her off and bandaging her up. What comes out is hoarse, like someone has taken a nail file to her vocal chords.
“Thank you,” she manages to get out, barely above a whisper. There are so many other things she wants to say (thank you for being careful with me. Sorry I dragged you into this. I’m glad you were here) but they die in her throat.
He shakes his head, unhooking her glasses from his collar and handing them back to her. His voice is only a little rough when he says, “Don’t mention it.”
By the time Mr. Valentine comes back over, she is as put together as she can be in the moment, but even then the grasp she has on herself is tenuous at best.
“So, turns out Kellogg wasn’t giving us any bull. I bullied my way into his terminal—your son really is on the inside,” he says, regretful to be the bearer of bad news. “I’m sorry to say it, but even I don’t know where the Institute is, and they built me.”
Mac pipes up from beside her, indignant, “There has to be a way, right? Otherwise, how the hell did he get in and out?”
“We’re in the weeds here, kids,” Mr. Valentine sighs with a mechanical shrug. Mac’s lip twitches like he wants to rebuke something in his words, but stays silent. “I looked over the body and found these, though.”
From his pockets he pulls out what had once been the pristine pillow case on the bed in the other room, now dark with viscera. Georgia can’t help but wrinkle her nose. A funny, involuntary reaction, considering.
“You did quite the number on him, but I noticed this between all the gray matter. Cybernetics,” Mr. Valentine continues, then puts it back into his coat. “I may not know where the Institute is, but with this, we may have just won the lottery.”
Her brow furrows as she looks up at the detective, confused.
“What do you mean?” she asks, purposefully quiet to not agitate her still-raw throat.
“There’s a place in Goodneighbor called the Memory Den. Heard of it?”
Georgia nods. She’s seen the hazy neon sign over the former theatre in her scant few visits to the town. She’d never been inside, however, before or after the end of the world.
“The place to be to relive moments of your past in your mind as clear as the day they happened. If anyone can get a dead brain to sing, it’ll be Doctor Amari,” he says. “She’s the mind behind the memories.”
“Who is Doctor Amari?”
“She runs the place,” Mac supplies. “Well, kind of. Irma’s the real owner, I think.”
“I’ll let Amari give you her life’s story in person,” Mr. Valentine cuts in, pushing ahead, “but if we head out now, we can get there before it gets too late.”
“And you’re sure she can help?” Georgia presses, not wanting to take more out on hope.
Mr. Valentine’s yellow-filament stare holds her own, “She might be our best bet.”
“Then let’s go,” she nods as she stands, but Mac catches her by the sleeve.
“Hey, hey, slow down a minute,” he says, looking between the two. “Shouldn’t we, I dunno, think about this a little more?”
“What’s there to think about, Mac?” she pleads. She pauses to cough, the more she talks the more it stings. “If the Memory Den is our best bet, then I have no other choice.”
Mac stands up beside her, crossing his arms. “What I’m saying is maybe we should take a break, rest for a little bit, plan before you go shooting off—”
“Mac, I’m fine,” she stresses, clenching a fist at her side. “I don’t want to put it off anymore. I…I want to know.”
She gives him a speaking look that she hopes will say everything she can’t, that after this, she’s done not knowing. All she wants to do now is make up for all the time she’s wasted, and then maybe she can find her boy.
Mac sets his jaw, then tears his eyes away to look at Mr. Valentine. “Fine. Plan is, we go to the Memory Den and talk to the doc, but after that, you’re taking a break.”
“Christ, okay,” she can’t help but snap (now was when he decided to start disagreeing with her leadership?) but when his expression shifts, she sighs, apologetic. “I’m sorry. Let’s just go. I don’t want to be here anymore.”
She makes to leave, but Mr. Valentine reaches out, putting his plastic hand on her shoulder. It’s surprisingly weighty.
“Hey, chin up,” he says, trying to bolster her. “I know the night just got darker, but it won’t last forever.”
She knows he’s just trying to be supportive, but this time, it doesn’t land. “Doesn’t change the fact that it’s still dark,” she mutters, and walks past him, stepping over Kellogg’s mutilated corpse without so much as an acknowledgement of her violence.
It’s a long way up in the elevator they find tucked into a hallway. It takes long enough that being stuck inside starts to make her antsy again, fingers grasping for purchase on something, anything, until they end up catching on the cuff of Mac’s sleeve. He doesn’t make a show of taking it into his own and squeezing, once, and for that Georgia is grateful. When the doors slide open, he lets go, but she can still feel the lingering roughness of the calluses from where he holds his rifle. Mr. Valentine goes to work on hacking through a terminal attached to the only way out, and he mentions something about the turrets outside being put to rest.
The sun has almost dipped completely under the horizon when they exit. It’s finally raining, too, matching just how Georgia feels on the inside, but it does nothing to obscure the massive, brightly-lit airship coming in from the west. It catches all of them by surprise and takes up the sky like one of those big radstorm clouds, demanding she look at it. What look like vertibirds—are vertibirds, she realizes—undock from the sides and take to the air. She squints up at the thing, putting a hand over her eyes to shield from the rain. A booming, bellowing voice cuts through the skies.
“PEOPLE OF THE COMMONWEALTH. DO NOT INTERFERE. OUR INTENTIONS ARE PEACEFUL. WE ARE THE BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL.”
“Son of a…it’s the goddamn Brotherhood,” Mac breathes, eyes transfixed on the airship. “What the hell are they doing there?”
“That man…at the police station…” Georgia trails off, remembering how she and Preston had helped a man in power armor defend his dwindling squad’s base from feral ghouls in Cambridge. They hadn’t been much help in looking for…whatever it was the man had been looking for. She doesn’t even remember his name now, instead only how much he favored Nate…
“What?” Mac asks, tearing his gaze away from the sky.
“Nothin’,” she says, shaking her head as she heads for the scaffolding on the side of the building. “Let’s move.”
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Ted Lasso Season One Recap
So this show has been on my to watch list thanks to @sarahtarth and @austennerdita2533 @heatherfield @asphodelandabsinthe and @mercurial-make-em-ups ALL have recommended the show to me in one form or another. It has been on the list unfortunately for years (looks at Sarah and Ashlee and Heather). But as @wauryd mentioned gambling is perhaps one avenue to get me to do something because I like being a person of my word.
Now that I've finished season 1, i wanted to share my thoughts instead of just my reactions.
Spoilers for those that haven't seen it yet
So starting simple, I want to talk about locations.
I thought the fact that it was set and filmed in a part of England that was not London was amazing! Like you see London alot in films and show and as a person that have friends in other parts of England and that thought Brighton was amazing that for them to showcase something different was amazing also Liverpool my beloved Beatles.
Producers take note you have a rich country, you can set it in other places for your modern settings!
Characters
Let me just say I love them all to some varying degrees, but I have to say...Ted is amazing and I love him so much!
Typically speaking, you do not get a guy that is genuinely nice and kind as a main character in modern shows and movies that doesn't seem fake, that doesn't somehow make you suspicious about if they're going to turn him into something else later on.
Plus he's just...relatable. He's an optimist and he's doesn't always understand, but the thing about him is he tries! He tries so hard 🥺 and he's only happy to help people, no matter how small he just wants to help.
Also I think we should all aspire to be more like Ted.
Continuing on to another character I love Rebecca. Woman is one of 3-4 women owners in a cut throat industry, who went through a horrific divorce with a douche bag of a man that has an over englated ego. GET FUCKED RUPERT!
But she's wounded, and she lashes out at Higgens (my soft boy) and herself and anyone really because she is trying to protect herself from being that hurt again.
But she learns to let go just a little, and she owns her shit (after a time and some pressure and some positive influences (keeley is that you). She is starting to learn to trust and love herself the way that Rupert never did.
I love her budding friendship with Ted, like the hugs and the just support even when she is trying to sabatoge him and the team.
The team.
MY BOYS!!! Babies all of them! (Except you Tartt you're on thin fucking ice)
Nate, nate, my beloved soft boy!! I love how he grows this season how with the confidence of Ted he is starting to come out of his shell.
Roy...Roy...dick, but at least you know it and is trying to figure it out and the way he is protective of the team <3 <3
Sam is precious and I want to just hug him. Like this boy is the sweetest and I would die for him.
Tartt is a fucking prick. He gets marginally better, and I'm hoping better as things go on, but yes keeley deserves so much better then you!
Keeley is amazing, she's strong and kind and a real stand up gal, I just want her happiness.also same keeley fucking same about Rebecca. (Renee is not straight)
The Plot
I don't get football/sports in general, I do love things that I don't fully get because that's out of my sphere of interests. But i love that it's different, that it's not the same plot as other things.
I love that it's about a migrant to a different country that has no idea about what's going on and yet is still trying his best. Putting his best foot forward and trying to help these boys be the best versions of themselves.
Especially as this is set in 2020, it is very inspiring, and I can't wait for more.
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