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#i'm so angry at Nathan
lifeisvortex · 2 years
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In a way, devs are characters parents. So no one wishing Nathan's birthday is like his family life all over again...dude is fucked from all sides.
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55sturn · 1 month
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ FEEL IT ON THE WAY HOME
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↳ summary: in which matt finds himself growing jealous of y/n's friendship with nathan, despite matt not officially being with her, however she sees his deepest worries and assures there's no one else for her.
↳ pairings: matthew sturniolo x fem!reader
↳ warnings: swearing, jealous!matt, snide comments here and there from matt (basically passive aggressive!matt), relationship anxiety, angst if you squint.
↳ author's note: if you tilt your head, step back a couple feet, and squint your eyes you’ll see it’s based if you are in love by taylor swift.
THIRD PERSON POV
if anyone were to ask matt, when he fell in love with you, he'd tell you somewhere between junior and senior year. but deep down he knew that he was lying. he knows he fell in love with you the moment he met you.
the two of you met during the summer between eighth and ninth grade. it was the one and only summer he let his mom send him away to summer camp with his brothers. he decided that he'd go once, just for the memories.
and boy did he make some memories.
FLASHBACK
"matt c'mon! they're letting us have a free hour on the beach!" chris exclaimed loudly as he jumped on his brother's bed, disturbing the middle triplet who tried to peacefully nap during their free hour.
"chris go away!" matt grumbled, pulling the pillow over his head, keeping away from chris until nick came into the room, ordering matt to get up. matt obliged, but not without complaint.
the three boys made their way down to the beach. chris immediately took off toward the makeshift court where a few boys his age were playing basketball. nick took off toward alahna who attended the camp as well.
matt was about to follow nick when he spotted a girl, probably his age sitting alone at table drawing away in a sketchbook.
"hey, why are you by yourself?" matt greeted, sitting across from her, feeling the need to keep this girl company.
"i just moved to boston and my mom sent me to this stupid camp to make friends in time for school but i'm mad at her so i'm not gonna make any friends." the girl replied, not taking her eyes off her book as her pencil scribbled furiously. when she realized he wasn't leaving, she let out a dramatic sigh and looked out at the water.
"well, i'm matt!" he laughed, noticing how stubborn she was about not looking at him.
"i'm y/n." she replied, finally looking at him and felt her face grow warm, but she thought that was gross so she chalked it up to the summer air against her skin.
a week later, the girl left summer camp with four new friends, despite her penchant for being alone.
when the school year began, y/n quickly found that she was attending the same high school as the triplets. she was quick to fall into their routine, developing a close relationship with their closest friends as well. almost immediately fitting into their dynamic and group.
however, y/n got rather close with nathan almost immediately after meeting him. she opened her arms and let nate in without fighting, she felt a strong brotherly tie to him.
however matt didn't know that she only considered him a brother, his jealously stewing over time. he knew he was falling in love when he wanted to punch nate for stealing y/n from him. he knew he was falling in love when he was angry when he should've been happy when y/n found her first boyfriend.
he knew he was falling in love the moment he met her.
FLASHBACK OVER
in the two years since y/n, the triplets, alahna, and nate have graduated, matt hasn't been able to pinpoint the exact moment his relationship with y/n changed.
they went from awkward teenagers trying to navigate uncomfortable and unfamiliar feelings that brew in the pits of their stomachs every time they met their best friend's eyes, to people testing the waters of what is considered a normal friendship while cuddling, spending the night with her chest to his back and his arm wrapped tightly around her waist.
they went from best friends teasing each other relentlessly over not having their first kisses only to become each other's first kisses. they kept the terribly awkward, clashing of teeth, tongue in the wrong spots type of kiss, to themselves.
however, despite their first kiss being terrible, once they graduated and the triplets moved to los angeles, y/n and matt had a tendency to share more kisses every time they convinced her to come out to los angeles or whenever the triplets flew back home to boston.
matt depended on those close, personal moments of intimacy with y/n. they made him feel like he had her in his life in a way that no one did. she was special to him, his first ever love. he didn't want to give that up. and so, he and his brothers were on their way to boston, partly because they missed home and mostly because matt needed to see her.
"so are you gonna tell her?" nick hummed, looking at matt who sat in the middle seat of their section on the plane, his eyes glued to his phone as he watched the minutes tick by, his right knee bouncing rapidly as he waited for the plane to land.
"huh? tell who? what?" matt replied, a delayed reaction to nick's question, the pounding in his chest travelled to his head, causing his reaction time to be slowed.
"he asked if you're gonna tell y/n that you've been in love with her for like ever, bozo." chris snickered, earning a swift smack to the stomach, causing chris to double over groaning slightly. okay so maybe, matt's reaction time wasn't delayed.
"shut up chris. i'm not in love with her."
"that's bullshit, and you know it." nick mumbled, earning a glare from matt who just slumped back in his seat, plugging his airpods into his ears, trying to ignore his brothers and their ridiculous teasing for the rest of the flight. the flight couldn't go by fast enough for matt, who was subconsciously biting his nails as he listened to playlist that y/n had made for him. as the boys struggled to but kept busy, the flight was soon over, all three of them rushing to grab their carry/ons and get off the plane.
as the triplets headed toward their house, they grew nervous. all their friends and family knew they were coming home and were awaiting their arrival. matt felt his nerves calm slightly when he heard y/n's laugh from the open window in the kitchen.
as he pushed through the door, he felt his heart crumble to pieces deep in his chest. seeing y/n, thrown over nate's shoulder laughing loudly as he tickled her, bright matching smiles on their faces, made his words and feelings get stuck in his throat as it ran dry.
matt scoffed slightly and rolled his eyes as y/n looked up from her place over nate's, smiling brightly and squealing slightly as nate placed her on her feet. matt ignored the bitter jealously rising up his throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek briefly.
"i missed you." y/n whispered as she pulled back slightly, the look on her face sending a stubborn, unwavering warmth through matt's chest that he tried to fight hard to fight.
"yeah, you too." matt hummed, hardly looking at her as he stared nathan down, a half-assed grin on his face while he dapped his childhood friend up. as y/n hugged nick and chris, she felt eyes staring into the back of her head. turning around, she met matt's angry stare along with nathan's blissfully unaware, cheesy and lopsided grin.
"can we go to denny's? i could so fuck up some of their waffles right now." y/n laughed, looking to matt, her eyes softening as she silently pleaded for the boy in front of her to drive the group to denny's.
"yeah lemme put my shit away and we can go." matt sighed, the hardened front he masked himself with easily cracking and crumbling down completely around his feet under the soft stare that had him weak in the knees every time he looked her way.
as he quickly shuffled his suitcase and duffel bag up the stairs to his room, he felt his mind swarm with conflicting emotions and ideas, unsure if he wanted to punch his best friend for carelessly flirting with y/n as if his feelings weren't painfully obvious or if he just wanted to settle in security, knowing that he had y/n in a way no one else did.
sighing, he returned back to the group of people waiting for him, knowing if he stayed in his room, someone would come  looking for him and he didn't have the nerve to talk about the feelings swirling beneath his ribcage.
the group piled into the van, chris, nick, and matt all in their respective spots, with nate and y/n squished beside each other, giggling amongst themselves as they talked about god knows what.
"so y/n, did you finally ask out that guy you said you were into?" nick prodded, tilting his head inquisitively as he eyed the way her and nate interacted.
"wait, did you think that guy was nate?" y/n laughed loudly, not missing the things nick said with a look.
"i mean, y'all act like a couple." nick chuckled as y/n rolled her eyes.
"yeah you do, it's fucking annoying." matt whispered to no one in particular as his eyes flicked to y/n in the backseat, however chris caught his comment and quietly giggled to himself. the rest of the drive to denny's consisted of the three in the back bickering over shit while chris watched matt stew in his jealousy from beside him, smirking to himself.
as the group piled into the restaurant, they all ordered their preferred forms of breakfast despite it being nearly two in the morning. the group giggled amongst themselves, save for matt who couldn't stop glaring at nate. y/n had picked up on and it made her feel unsettled, she couldn't pinpoint why he'd be upset.
as everyone finished paying for their food, y/n pulled matt aside, her hand on his arm as she looked up at him.
"what's goin' on up there?" she asked, her voice soft and calm, hoping it'd ease matt into talking, and help her get a sense of understanding what he was feeling.
"it's nothing, y/n." he muttered, his voice cold and slightly unsteady as he pushed her hand off his arm.
"matt, c'mon i know you better than you think i do, tell me what's bothering you. you've been acting weird since you first walked in the door. nate's noticed it and so have i."
"why don't you just go bother nate about it then? you seem to be much closer with him anyway." he snapped, rolling his eyes are the shock that fell on her face, before feeling his heart sink as her eyes held something that resembled hurt.
"that's what this is about?"
"y/n, drop it please."
"no matt, i thought it was clear that i don't see anyone else the way i see you."
"well with the way you've been acting with nate it makes me wonder what we actually are. i'm normally not the type to get jealous but jesus christ, i can't help it. you're an amazing girl, any guy would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend or whatever we are and i sometimes wonder why you're into me." matt whispered, unable to keep his feelings at bay any longer with the way she was looking at him, her head tilted, nothing but love and concern in her eyes. she made him feel safe, like he could tell her his deepest emotions and she would listen intently, providing safety for him.
"matt,-" she whispered, stepping closer to him and cupping both sides of his face, her thumbs dragging along his cheekbones as he leaned into her touch, his eyes falling shut briefly.
"there is absolutely no need to worry at all, i'm yours, okay? i-" she paused, taking a deep breath before continuing,
"i love you, matt. i've never looked at another guy the way i've looked at you. not once, and frankly i don't want to. there's no one that can understand a simple look from me the way you do. there's no one who knows me better than you, no one else who's ever taken the time to understand me and be patient with me the way you have. i am yours, and i hope that you're mine. okay?"
"okay." he whispered back, nodding softly as she leaned up, pressing her lips to his in a gentle but passionate kiss that meant they had a mutual agreement, that they were each others, and that one kiss, that one simple kiss that meant they understood each other, was more than enough for matt.
the two broke apart at the sound of giggles, turning to find the rest of the group standing behind them.
"what the fuck was that?" chris exclaimed, genuinely shocked that his brother and his best friend were kissing, and seemingly together.
"a kiss, dumbass."
"yeah but is this the first time or?"
"chris you idiot, do you not ever read between the lines? it's obvious they've been together for a while now." nick replied, his tone incredibly dull, like matt and y/n being together was the most obvious thing.
"i love you too, y/n." matt whispered as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, and pressing a kiss the side of her head as they walked toward the van.
falling in love with your best friend is never easy, it's complicated and messy and leaves behind a lot of doubt but y/n was worth every bit of complicated, every bit of mess left behind, y/n was worth it all to matt.
and that alone, was enough to put his worries and self doubt at ease. because as long as y/n was there to reassure him that she was his, he knew they'd be okay.
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evie-sturns · 2 months
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𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 - 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰
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summary: you've been pissing chris off all day, accidentally knocking his stuff over, purposely teasing him in public, to the point where he starts to get seriously mad at you to the point where he has to put you in your place.
warnings: smut, rough!chris, use of safe word, argument, swearing.
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I didn't know that what i was doing was affecting chris this much, I mean, today has just been like any other. I hung out with my boyfriend of 2 months, chris, the whole day with his brothers and friends.
he seem's to be extra on edge today, ever since i broke one of his cologne bottles.
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hey chris, im just gonna head downstairs- SMASH
"oh fuck i'm so sorry i'll clean that up now-" i said, getting on my hands and knees and collecting the shards of black glass. "y/n just go downstairs, get out of my room please." chris spoke, glaring down at me. "i'm so sorry chris, i can buy you anothe-" i was cut off by him picking me up and placing me outside of his bedroom.
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me, chris, nathan, nick and matt are sitting on the sturniolos couch as the sun sets through the window to our right, a dim light fills the living room as matt and nick have an argument, god knows what its about.
im cudding up to chris's side, my leg resting over his thigh as he scrolls on his phone aimlessly. ive been sitting here for about an hour, i think chris is still pissed about the cologne bottle incident. i hate to admit it, but chris when hes mad is the hottest version of him.
i move my leg from his thigh up to his lap, using my leg to rub him very softly through his sweatpants. he grabs my leg, pushing it off him "stop that." he whispers, shaking his head at me. "stop what?" i ask, a guilty smile tugging at the corners of my lips as i move my leg back to its original position, applying more pressure on his crotch.
right before he's about to grab my leg again nathan starts - "whos up for top golf!" he says, looking around the room with a smile on his face. "nate its late." matt speaks, leaning back against the couch.
"so you're boring?" nate tuts.
"fine, only if the others go though." nick says, standing up off the couch. "chris, y/n?" he says, looking at us.
im about to agree but chris answers for me "were staying here." he says, his tone angry.
i look at chris with a confused look, but hes back to scrolling on his phone. "well me, matt and nate are going, we'll be a few hours." nick says, grabbing his coat and phone.
matt and nathan follow nick out the door, giving me and chris a small wave before slamming the front door shut.
chris stands up, leaving me on the couch, he faces me "what the fuck is wrong with you!" he yells. "what?" i say defensively, moving back against the couch, my eyes widening from the sudden raise of his voice.
"what!!??" he mocks, before starting
"this whole day you've been on my last nerve, and I'm sick of it. You've ruined half the shit in my room then you start touching up on my dick in front of my brothers?"
my jaw is slack, in pure shock as he flames me, i can't help my attitude start to build up, i scoff "not my fault you've been sensitive and pissy all day, sorry that im clumsy today?" i bite back, rolling my eyes.
chris stares at me "you have no respect for any of my shit, youve gone and shattered my $450 cologne that nick got me and you expect me to be happy? pathetic." he yells.
a few tears drop from my eyes, i don't know why. his words aren't hurting me but he knows i can't deal with people yelling at me. my attitude keeps up though "if you're gonna be so sensitive go cry in your room christopher." i fold my arms.
chris storms out of the living room, slamming the door to the bathroom shut.
i wipe my eyes before standing up, running upstairs into chris's room. its already been decided that im staying the night here by nick, so i decide to get into my pyjamas.
i pull my shirt off over my head, revealing my white lacy bra which i especially wore for chris, i was expecting a different evening with us.
suddenly i hear the bedroom door open behind me, chris storms in before walking up to me, i swing my body around to look at him. he grabs me by my throat, i gasp loudly as he grabs me, throwing me down on the mattress.
i sink my teeth into my bottom lip as i look up at him, before pulling him down into an angry kiss. he pulls away, ripping off his shirt. "built up a bit of an attitude today haven't you?" he mumbles, yanking my shorts and panties off in one motion.
he reaches a hand under me onto my back, flipping me over onto my stomach.
he grabs my ankles, forcing me onto all fours. i whine, desperatly. "so needy aren't you." he says, yanking down his sweatpants. i look over my shoulder at him.
"hand behind your back." he demands, putting his hand out. i put my hands behind my back, chris grabs both of my wrists with one hand. holding them, forcing me to arch.
"chirs.." i groan, squirming slightly, his hand collides with my clit. "fuck!" i yelp, chris shushes me "why do you think you deserve my dick after giving me such an attitude today hm?"
he lines himself up with me, pulling my wrists closer to him, my chest and head are fully off the bed as my back arches more then i knew it ever could.
without warning her slams into me, i let out a loud cry from the sudden stretch. "dont. make. a noise." he says, slamming into me at a brutal pace. i let out pathetic whimpers as i'm held in place by him.
he reaches his spare hand round, shoving two fingers in my mouth.
chris has never been like this in bed, im in total shock as he fucks the attitude out of me.
without warning i clench around him, releasing the knot in my stomach. his thrusts don't slow, i wouldn't be wrong if i said they quickened.
im so sensitive, my vision blurry as he takes what he needs from me.
we've had a safe word established for a while, we made it while we were in a stupid mood, so it has a stupid name. 'dinosaur' , but ive never even thought about using it until now.
"chris.. chris chris." i groan, tears streaming down my face from the intensity. "fuck- d-dinosaur" i cry out, chris stops thrusting instantly, checking to see if he heard right.
"dinosaur.." i whisper.
chris pulls out instantly, he gently releases the painful grip on my wrists, as he collapses down next to me, sitting on the bed, pulling me onto his lap in a cradling me.
"hey hey.. don't cry sweetheart." he whispers into my hair, grabbing his shirt and pulling it onto me. "are you alright baby? too much?" he coos, rubbing my arms. "please speak to me gorgeous."
i nod into his chest, "im fine, just sensitive.." i stammer.
"oh okay i'm so sorry" he says, pure guilt in his voice as he stands up, holding me like a bride.
suddenly i let out a small laugh, he looks down, confusion painted across his face.
"wait.. whats funny?" he questions
"what were we thinking when we came up with that safeword." i laugh into his chest.
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this might be my last fic for a few days cause school is starting up tomorrow.
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ystrike1 · 18 days
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The Portrait of the Late Prince - By Maginot (8/10)
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The beginning of this tragic love story is executed incredibly badly. By the end its painfully realistic and sad. It's not for everyone, and the yandere is pathetic. Our protagonist is a cool painter who will never give up her mother's last name. Not even for love. Not even to become Queen.
Ines loves painting. It is her foremost love. I'm telling you right now. She doesn't give up.
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Ines is pretty and a prince fell madly in love with her, but she never accepted him and she never will.
You really do pity Enrique, by the end, because Ines does love him. She just never chooses him over her legacy as a painter.
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Enrique was only 15 when he met Ines. One of the only female painters in the Vertone Kingdom. Ines is the real deal. She's got a Maestro sponsor and everything. Plus her family has given up on marrying her off, because she's that obsessed. Poor Enrique fell in love with her love. Her drive to succeed and her pride and her beauty.
He was lost, but he was only a boy.
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Ines felt affection for him....but not in that way. Yes, he was an art piece for her. A beautiful object to paint and pity. You see Enrique was an unwanted prince. His uncle became king. A bad king sure, but a legitimate king all the same. That king has a son...so Enrique became a prize to marry off.
Ines was commissioned to make his marriage market portrait! How cruel! His true love must paint his attractive face in a way that will entice wealthy brides, so his uncle can sell him off in exchange for astronomical wealth.
Ines does it, and she tells him the harsh truth.
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He says he wants to run away with her.
She says no. She says he has no idea what hardship is. A beautiful face. Royal blood. After he marries he will be a prize. Ines finds it all so bitter. Enrique was being treated like a princess, not a prince. That was the only thing he lost. The right to inherit the world. He got everything else. Beauty, money, and a secure future.
Ines tells him to stop crying and get married.
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She tells him she wants him to be happy, but he's being ridiculous. She had to work her hands to the bone to be a mere painter, and men still look down upon her. Being a spoiled, pretty prince with a wealthy bride is hardly torture.
Her life is harder than his, but she loves it.
She wants him to find that same fulfillment.
She doesn't know how deep his feelings really are.
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The story begins ten years later. Ines has been captured by Nathan, the rebel leader. The new king. The lazy nobles have been overthrown. Executed. Tortured.
Nathan claims he wants an accurate portrait of the elusive missing prince.
Ines is no fool.
She knows Nathan is Enrique, but she lies to him. She missed him. Her feelings for him finally shift into lust, and confusion and fear.
She doesn't know why the new liar king is so obsessed with her.
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She paints portraits that are wrong.
She tells Nathan she has forgotten Enrique. He was just an annoying boy with a bad temper. He meant nothing to her.
It gets really dark. Nathan does force her into a sexual relationship.
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He also kills prisoners in front of her.
He's conflicted.
He wanted her to remember him.
You see, Ines inspired him. Basically, he overthrew his uncle because he was angry at himself. Angry at himself for being a useless runt nobody wanted. His first love rejected him. His uncle saw him as a nuisance. His only value was his pretty face. He wanted to return to Ines a conquering king that would make her fall in love.
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Nathan, formerly Enrique, is still too naive.
Ines does love him.
In fact, she agrees to be his lover.
When he becomes the new king he buys her an art studio. He visits her all the time, and they have a loving relationship, but she is not his concubine. She does not marry him. She does not have his children.
Her mother's legacy, and her paintings, will always trump him.
I think this story should have been told chronologically. When Ines is "forced" into a sexual relationship she's immediately into it, because she DOES have lusty and complicated feelings for Enrique/Nathan. Due to the ten year time skip plot that intrigue is completely lost, and the story just looks like edgy garbage.
Ines remains the one thing he could not conquer, and he loves her all his life.
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It's a shame. Ines is an amazing protagonist worthy of obsession. It's also a breath of fresh air to see a true submissive yandere. One that actually does give in. One that puts his loves happiness first. He does try to forcefully seduce her, but in the end she is willing to give him her heart. Just not her love, children, or a Queen.
Her love is enough for him, and that's actually really touching.
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eyesxxyou · 9 months
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that's what they all say pt.3 (finale)
↳ ❝ [dbf!miguel o'hara x black!reader] ¡! ❞
rating. m
word count. 5k
synopsis. you wish your father would stop making you be near miguel but when you arrive at his house to drop something off, you meet the most important person in his life
or
you and miguel finally get together
warnings. p in v sex, unprotected sex (stay responsible), creampie, breeding/pregnancy kink, oral (f receiving), Miguel's ready to wife you up, sweet little Gabriella, Miguel being so father, Lyla's here! I also changed it so that Miguel's ex-wife is dead instead of them being divorced because I could. Let me know if I missed anything!
tags: @ihateuguys @chshiresins @futuristicpandakid
part 1 | part 2
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It’s been all of a week since the gala and you were right, things with you and Nathan didn’t work out. You had broken up with him the very next night and of course, it didn’t feel good but you thought it better to end it now before he thought things were getting serious. Then the slew of curses came from him ranging broadly from calling you a “fucking bitch” to telling you that “you’re not even that pretty anyway”. All the usual bullshit.
It was no chip off your shoulder all in all.
It has, however, been growing more and more difficult to be around your father. You’ve fucked Miguel twice now and he was absolutely none the wiser. Someone so technically smart but when it comes to everything else he was completely unaware. All the while, he spoke more and more fondly of his friend. “Miguel” this, “Miguel” that, “that man is a genius!”
‘Yeah, so smart I bet his head game is insane”, you think to yourself, hating yourself for it. But you smile all the same at yourself because it’s a joke for you and only you.
Don’t get yourself wrong though, you are on no good terms with Miguel despite the angry sex you two had in the bathroom of the gala. When you left him in the bathroom, you went to sit back down with your father and Nathan just as dinner was being served. Miguel didn’t return until maybe 10 minutes later, a thin sheet of sweat on his neck, his hair haphazardly restyled, and his once neat bowtie a bit uneven. There was no way he could come back to the party the way you left him, still hard and aching.
He ended up jerking himself off, his cock still slick with your essence. Was it shameful? Yes, utterly embarrassing too. His hand gripped the counter so hard, his hand stroking his length fast and hard with his eyes closed, trying to imagine you right there with him. God, your smell was still on his fingers and it was driving him crazy.
You didn’t spare him a single look the rest of the night and it drove him absolutely mad. You knew it too. That’s why you did it.
Anyways, spending your day running errands and doing chores for your father was not how you’d like to be spending a day off from your demanding job but you knew if you weren’t there to take care of him, he’d be wasting away in his own filth because he cares only about his career. You’ve been cleaning up the small amount of clutter he had around when he comes out with a metal box.
"I need you to take this to Miguel for me."
You immediately retract at the idea. "And why can't you do it? I'm already cleaning your house. Why don't you have a robot maid to do this anyway?" You know he's just too caught up in his own thing to do such a thing. You think you might gift him one to save yourself the energy.
"One, because I'm working on something incredibly important right now and I'm wasting precious time just by talking to you right now. Two, why would I do that when I have you?" He cracks a joke that doesn't even begin to bring a smile to your face but he brushes off your downer mood. "Look, Miguel and I are working on DNA splicing and he needs this sample ASAP. It's very important he gets it. I need you to take it because I don't trust anyone else with it."
You look at the box, your lip curling with the beginnings of a "no" but you know better than that. "I don't even know where he lives."
"Already sent you his address."
You try to find another way to avoid him. "Can I just leave it on his doorstep?" And the disappointment is palpable as your father shakes his head. "Nope, needs to be taken directly from your hands into his." His eyes narrow as you sigh. "Why are you so reluctant to go? You've never had a problem with Miguel before. You two are always messing around."
'Oh you wouldn't know the half of it, dad.'
"It's nothing. I'm just tired, that's all. I'll take it to him." It would be quick, in and out, you'd barely exchange a word, so much as a glance. 
Saying that you'll take it and actually taking it were two entirely different beasts. The first thing you thought standing outside of his house was that his home was distinctly him, overly geometric, sharp edges and corners but with a surprising amount of large windows, all tinted with reflective sheeting making it impossible to see inside. What if he already saw you? What if he was standing there, looking out of one of those windows at you standing at the end of his driveway? The thought terrified you.
You approached the front door and jammed your finger at the doorbell. Oddly enough, there was no chime. To your surprise, a small hologram of a woman appeared in front of you. She wore a large, white, fur coat and pink, heart-shaped glasses. Her smile was broad. “And who are you?”
“Y/N. I’m here to drop something off to Miguel.”
“Ohhh so you’re Y/N!” She suddenly appeared on top of the box, sitting with her legs crossed in front of you. “Oh you have put Miguel through it. I’ve never seen him so stressed over one person. How’d you do it?” You never expected Miguel’s virtual assistant to be so forward.
“I-”
And then the front door swung open and the hologram glitched away. You expected to see Miguel’s towering frame in the door but it’s not there; instead, your eyes catch sight of a little girl maybe 9 or 10 years old looking up at you with big, brown eyes. It’s absolutely unmistakable that she is Miguel’s daughter. She looks just like him. “Who are you?” Her voice is sweet and small, timid even.
You smiled softly and knelt down in front of her, setting the box down beside you. “I’m Y/N, a friend of your dad’s.” You offer out a hand to her and she takes it, shaking firmly. “I’m Gabriella everyone calls me Gabi though.” She came out of her shell so quickly, smiling just like her dad. It warmed your heart.
“Lyla, I told you not to let Gabi open the door.” You could hear Miguel’s voice approaching from around the corner. He was in a black shirt that hugged him in all the right places and gray sweatpants hanging just at his hips. He was rubbing a towelette down his face, wiping off messily done makeup undoubtedly done by the unstable hands of his daughter.
Miguel saw you and paused for a moment. “Y/N?” He began to wipe his face harder. “Gabi, mija. You need to get ready. Your friend will be here soon.” He had a few remnants of glitter in the corners of his eyes that he missed and his lips were still slightly stained cherry red. Gabriella turned to her father. “I already got all my things together, Papa.”
“Do you have all of your soccer stuff together?” He asks and she nods vigorously. “Knee pads?” Again she nods. “Shin guards?” Gabriella wraps her arm around his leg. “Papa, I have everything. You already checked my bag twice.” Miguel sighed and gently patted her head. He looked to you again as you grabbed the handles to the sealed metal box and stood once more.
“I’m just here to drop this off.” You place the box inside beside his door, too uncomfortable to dare yourself to take a step inside. “I’ll take my leave now.”
“Hold on.” Miguel was quick to say. He had you here, at his house, for the first time ever. “Can we talk for a minute?” His eyes are soft, a bit pleading.
You look at Gabriella and think about how you don’t want to start anything in front of his daughter. You hesitate, chew softly on your lip. “Yeah, sure.” You come inside, pick up the box so you can hand it off to him.
You don’t like being so close to him. You hate the way his fingers graze yours has he takes the box from you. “Thanks,” he mutters, setting the box down on his coffee table. He tapped the table and it lit up with a screen. “Lyla, make sure this box remains secure until I pick it up again.” The holographic woman from before showed up like she was laying on top of the table. “Got it, Miguel and Gabi’s friend is pulling up.” She points to the door before disappearing again.
Gabriella grins and runs off to go get her things so she can go and for the first time, you and Miguel are alone again. You don’t look at each other, both trying to find something to say in the moment. All you really wanted to do was leave. You felt like you were intruding on something deeply personal. You’re in his home. His daughter is here. This is his whole life right here.
“Is it always this chaotic here?” Your voice breaks the silence. You feel like it’s too loud. Why are your ears ringing?
A small smile creeps onto Miguel’s lips. “No, not usually. Gabi’s just excited to go to her friend’s house.” His smile faded softly and cleared his throat. He turned his whole body to you, broad shoulders sloping to a small waist. God, you loved his body. “Y/N-”
“Papa, I’m ready!” Gabriella came bouncing downstairs with her duffle bag, ready to run off with her friend. She runs to her father and he catches her, lifting her with an exaggerated groan. “Oh, you’re getting so big, mija. Soon I won’t be able to carry you around.” You doubt that much, with how large he was. He could probably pick you up as you were now.
You see how gentle he is with her, how soft his voice is, how he holds her like she’s the most precious thing in the world.
“Are you still coming to my soccer game tomorrow?” Gabriella asks him, her lips forming into a small pout as her hands grasp at his shirt. Miguel’s eyes softened. “Of course, mi amor. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Your heart warmed as he peppered kisses across her face and she let out a series of squeals and giggles. As much as you told yourself you hated him, he was a wonderful father and it was clear he adored his daughter. What a lovely little girl too.
He set her down and Gabriella looked up at you. “It was nice meeting you!” God, she was adorable. You smiled at her with a small hint of maternal kindness. “It was nice meeting you too, Gabi.”
She runs off out the door and Miguel follows her, seeing her off out the door before closing it. He sighed softly and looked back at you as you gaze around at his house. It’s decorated with a lot of pictures of him and Gabriella but none with a wife or girlfriend. Is that why he and your father are such good friends? Single fathers in their own ways whether it was by divorce or death. You’re too scared to touch anything, not knowing what’s a screen or not or what might activate Lyla.
“I think we need to talk about things.” Miguel begins with hesitation laced up in his voice, not knowing if this would spark an argument between the two of you. You squirm in your own skin. “I don’t know if there’s anything to talk about. I don’t know if you’ve finally decided where you stand but I know where I do.” You know the truth. The slightest push to sway you and you might come back around. You wanted him badly every single time you saw him. You always wanted his lips on yours, wanted his hands on your waist.
“I made my decision.”
You raise a brow at him, your arms crossing tightly over your chest as if to protect yourself from him. “Oh? And what is that?”
Miguel bites the inside of his cheek, his teeth clawing at the soft flesh. “I want you.” It took very little thought to come to that conclusion after the gala. He looked up at you while you were riding him and only thought that he wanted your face to be the first he sees when he wakes up and when he goes to sleep at night. He likes the way you feel in his hold, how you smell, how, for the first time since his fiance's death giving birth to Gabi, he thinks he could be happy with someone.
You hum like you’re not impressed. You tell yourself that you’re not going to give in so easily, he has to try harder than just that. You keep your back turned to him, not hearing how he approached so quickly and quietly. “Mía Carina, please.” His hand is suddenly on your waist, his fingers dipping into your flesh as he pulls you towards him
“What do you want me to say, Miguel? You want me to just fall into you and tell you I want you too?” You turn to look up at him and find that he’s much closer than you expected. “It’s going to take a lot more than just that.” You can see the way his mind whirls on his face as he thinks of what to do to get you to understand just how much he wants you and everything that comes with you.
You don’t expect him to get down on his knees in front of you, his hands on your hips as he pulls you close and presses his face into your stomach. “You don’t understand, mía carina. I want you. I want you and all the consequences that come along with it. Fuck– let your dad hate me, I don’t care. Please, Y/N. God, you don’t even know.” His voice strains as he looks up at you. He can see that he’s getting to you. The confliction on your face gives you away.
“You told me I was too young.” All you can think about is that first night. The idea of the two of you being together did seem a bit ludicrous but the way things fell apart that night.
“Baby-” Miguel’s hands gripped tighter. “What was I supposed to say? I’m in my 40s now. I have a daughter and you’re just beginning your life. I didn’t want you to be stuck with me and all these responsibilities.”
“That wasn’t for you to decide, Miguel.”
He kisses along the waistline of your pants. The softness of his lips grazing your hips sends a shiver skidding down the length of your spine. “You’re right and I’m sorry, muñeca.” His fingers slip beneath your shirt. “Please forgive me. Let me make it up to you.” His hands trace along the slopes of your body, the dips and curves that he so badly wants to commit to memory. “Lemme make it up to you, my pretty girl.”
He wraps your arms around your thighs and stands up, tossing you over his shoulder with ease. You squeal with surprise. “Miguel, what are you doing?” You hit his back but it has little to no effect on him.
“I told you, I’m gonna make it up to you.” He began to carry up upstairs to what you could only assume was his bedroom. You figured there wasn’t anything you could do about the situation at this point and that you might as well enjoy the ride and the amazing view of his ass.
He took you into his room and laid you down rather gently on his neatly made bed. Miguel stood above you with his hips between your legs. You made a motion to sit up but he shook his head with a disapproving click of his tongue. “No, you don’t do a thing. You’ll be a real muñeca now, won’t you?” His fingers play with the button on your jeans before undoing the fixture.
Miguel took his sweet time getting your clothes off, starting with your shoes and socks then continuing with your pants. He kissed your pelvis as he removed your underwear, this time keeping it intact. His kisses are wet, gentle, and teasing as he maintains eye contact all the way through. He leaves marks where his lips meet your skin, littering you with blossoming red marks all across your stomachHe takes your shirt next and finally your bra, leaving you completely bare before him.
Miguel’s large hands come to fondle your breasts, squeezing and manipulating the soft, malleable flesh against his warm palms. He thinks about how nice you’d look with swollen, tender breasts ready to feed his child. God, now he was thinking about impregnating you. Making his family all the bigger.
You’re so soft, every part of you drives him up the wall. He nudged the bulge of his cock against your core, feening to be inside you. “So pretty.” He murmured. “Mi linda muñeca. So beautiful.” Miguel trailed his fingertips along your body, between your breasts, down your diaphragm and naval and smiled at the way your body reacted so violently to his touch. He got on his knees at the end of his bed, placing either of your legs over your shoulders. You tremble as his large, calloused hands gripped and massaged the soft flesh of your thighs.
Miguel began his descent with a few kisses at your knees, slowly trailing his lips across the sensitive, supple flesh of your inner thighs. His breath is hot and each exhale builds an anticipation that begins to grow unbearable.
"Miguel please." You whine, desperate to know all he can do with that tongue of his. His teasing was killing you slowly and softly, the more torturous way to go. And how can he refuse you when you sound so pretty like that for him? He nipped at your thighs a little more, growing closer and closer to your wanting cunt growing wetter for him by the moment.
Finally, he kissed the slickened lips of your pussy. A sloppy, wet kiss with his tongue circling your swollen clit. Miguel spat on your pussy and watched it pool at your entrance. He put his fingers in the mess of it, humming softly as he eased his middle finger into your wanton hole. You whine again, buckling your hips down because his pace is excruciatingly slow.
Miguel placed his hand on your pelvis to keep you still. “Be patient for me. Can you do that for me, mía carina?” He fucks his middle finger into you a couple times before pushing his index finger in with it. His digits were long and thick, pushing and curling and massaging your silky walls in search of that soft spot that could have you crumbling in seconds.
His tongue was on your rosebud again, lips latched and suckling while his tongue flicked against the little bundle of nerves. Miguel kept his eyes on you, watching the way your face contorted. Your brows pinched with concentration and your lips parted to let a few strangled moans escape. Your fingers were in his hair, grasping at his soft curls. “Just like that– God…oh fuck, Miguel!” His fingers were pumping in and out fast and hard. Your heels dug into his back and your toes curled with pleasure.
It was almost pathetic how easily he could coax an orgasm out of you. The right stroke of his fingers and swirl of his tongue and he had you seeing stars and left your ears ringing. The building of a climax in the pit of your stomach bubbled like boiling water. You let your eyes close, squeezed them shut to concentrate on that feeling, help build it into something more and let it come to complete fruition.
“Go ahead and cum for me, muñeca. Can you do that just for me?” The low rumble of his voice against your aching cunt was enough to do just that. Your back arched off the bed, your fingers twisted in his hair, tugging at his roots to keep him close. Miguel slips his fingers from your, replacing it with his tongue while his arched nose continues to rub your clit. He liked the taste of you on his tongue, liked bringing you so much pleasure that your muscles spasmed and seized uncontrollably. His fingers massaged your thighs and hips. “Good girl. Mi buena chica.”
Miguel kissed your thighs again, his teeth grazing across your skin as your legs trembled. He was hard now—harder than before at least. His lips were slick with the very thing he hopes no one else in the world will ever get the chance to taste. He stood against, looked down at your little fucked out frame with tenderness. God, he loved you.
“Can you sit up for me, mi alma?” He asks you. You loved how gentle he was being with you and wanted to please him, so you fought against the aftershock of your orgasm and sat up in front of him. Your face was just against his pelvis with the obvious tint in his pants brushing his lips. You grabbed his hips and looked up at him. The valley of his abs and all those muscles.
“You’re such a good daddy, Miguel.” You murmur, kissing the swell while your hands slipped beneath his shirt to caress his muscles. “How sweet you were with Gabriella. I love a man that’s good with children.”
“Oh really?” Miguel bent down at the waist to kiss you, purring softly against your plush lips. “Funny, I was just thinking about how nice and pretty you’d look pregnant and in my bed.” You moaned softly against his lips, your hand stroking the back of his neck. “Miguel.” His large hands were on your breasts again.
“You want to help me make another baby? Make me a daddy again?” His tongue was against yours. “I wanna make you a mommy. WIll you let me do that?” He wanted to cum deep inside you, press his hand against the exterior of your womb and know that his child was growing in there. It might just be a nice little fantasy, hormones running high, but it turned him on. It turned you on too. Birth control in these times meant you couldn’t get pregnant unless you intentionally stopped taking it. No risks involved.
“Yes, please.” You pushed Miguel back so you could stand up. The height difference was much the same but now you were at least at his chest. You looked up at him with wide, pretty eyes and offered him the same human kindness he offered you by removing his clothes. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and helped him take it off before doing the same with his sweatpants and underwear. You realize that for the first time, you two are completely naked in front of each other, bare and vulnerable.
Miguel kissed you again because he simply couldn’t help it. He kissed you because even though it hurt his back to keep bending down like this, he loved kissing you so much that it didn’t matter. He picked you up with ease and walked around the side of the bed to place you further up on it. He climbed up on top of you, caressed the side of your body as he grabbed a pillow.
"How do you want it?" He asked, liking to give you a choice in the matter. You looked at the pillow he was grasping and took it from him. Miguel watched as you lied on your stomach and quickly caught on when you placed the pillow beneath your hips to elevate them. He liked the way you thought.
Miguel mounted the back of your thighs, wrapping his hand around the veiny length of his cock while his other hand pulled your hips up a bit more to expose your tight, wet, little pussy. He tapped the head against your entrance before easing himself in just enough that he no longer needed his hand to guide. He leaned over you, pushing deeper until his hips met your ass flush and everything that made the two of you two separate beings disappeared.
You turned to look back at him from your position and hooked your arm over his shoulder and around his neck to pull him close. His hands were on either side of your body, supporting the both of you. Miguel kissed you and at the same time thrusted his hips sharply into you. “You’ll make such a great mom, mía carina. I’ll put a baby nice and deep in you and we’ll be a happy family.” He rocked his hips, pulling back until just the tip remained positioned against your wonton pussy before sinking back into his own personal heaven.
Miguel wasn’t fucking you. It wasn’t fast or rough or fueled by blatant, blinded lust. His pace was slow and steady, quite nice actually.  Each thrust drew a placid moan from your lips or a whimper of Miguel’s name against his tongue. Thai kind of sex was the baby-making kind of sex. You never had it but you knew it all the same, you could feel it. This was the kind of sex that made his daughter.
“You’ll be such a good mom to Gabriella.” He kissed your cheek, tracing his lips across the curve of your jaw. He hoped saying something like that wouldn’t scare you away because he wanted you to be a part of his family. Gabriella never met her mother, grew up without any semblance of a mother figure at all. At first, it was just because he was heartbroken, freshly widowed, and now with a daughter. Then after a couple years when he thought he might finally be able to get back out there, the occasional date here but no one was allowed to meet his daughter. He didn’t want anyone who wasn’t going to be a lasting part of his life make an impression on her, get her mind going. He was afraid her real mother might be replaced, that Gabriella might be mistaken. So he made sure she knew who her mother was, showed her pictures of her, told her stories, etc.
It’s only been in recent years that Miguel has realized that Gabriella still needed a maternal figure in her life. And trying to find someone willing to step up and raise a kid that isn’t theirs is hard to imagine, no less you, a girl in her 20s with no children of her own and a whole life ahead of her. He wasn’t trying to tie you down like that.
You moan softly, loving the way his body pressed against yours. Your skin stuck to his with the thin layer of sweat that seemed to try and bound you two together. You loved how full you elt, his cock plunging in and out at you in firm, timed strokes. The two of you so desperately clung on to each other like someone was trying to pull you two away from each other.
The way you felt with Miguel was electric, like nothing you ever felt before and you thought that this might actually be love. This could be love right here and that terrified you and excited you. Because you were so in love that you were perfectly happy with the idea of being a close part of his personal life, eventually coming to help parent his daughter at your age.
“I’m close, my love.” Miguel was beginning to lose all sense of self. His breathing began to pick up as his hips buckled a bit faster. “Gonna cum in your pretty little pussy, claim it all as mine.” He sat up finally and suddenly you felt a bit cold without his body on yours. His large hands grasped your hips to keep you still and watched as his cock sank deep into you. God, the way your walls stretched to contain him, gripped him like no other.
You knew he was just on the edge when his hips began to slow into spaced, yet harsh thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck– God.” He choked as his abdomen tightened and he pressed his narrow hips as hard as he could against your ass, pressing himself as deep as he could inside you.
You moan at the feeling of his hot cum filling you, painting your walls in nice, thick spurts. Miguel lets out a low groan, his eyes squeezing shut as you rock back and forth on his dick, milking him for all he had to offer you. There was so much that it began to leak at the corners, creating a milky white ring right at your entrance.
Miguel left you slowly, not truly wanting to leave the soft warmth of your body. Cum immediately began to surface and dribble down the front of your lips. It was quite the sight, such a beautiful one. He just had to take a moment to admire his work.
“You havin’ fun back there?” You ask after a beat of silence. You turn around beneath Miguel and sit up just enough to kiss his chest before he bends down to meet you halfway. His hands come to find purchase on your jaw, his thumbs rubbing circles on your cheekbones. Your smile into the kiss before laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
You stifle your laughter as you pull away from him and lay back down on top of his bedsheets. “My dad is so gonna kill you.” You look up at Miguel as he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. He came and laid down beside you, wrapping a arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Let’s not tell him just yet. I have to figure out the best way to explain it.”
You roll over and murmur into his lightly hair-covered chest. “I don’t think there’s any good way to explain this to him. Might as well rip the bandaid off while he’s not expecting it.”
“That might be the right move.”
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Mastermind
@would-we-be-friends-if-i asked:
Nathan Ford (mastermind, functioning alcoholic, father of a dead son, used to be an insurance investigator)
@pomrania writes:
The ones I'm uncertain about are Nate Ford and Hardison. [...] Nate Ford, there's a whole bunch of relevant things about him, but the thing an keeps coming to mind for me is that most of his personas (if he needs to be in character for a con) are deliberately VERY annoying, and I think it'd be fun to see how far and how long he could needle Dracula.
@r0sequarks writes:
And Nate…in many ways he is Jonathan Harked except replace the sweetness for being a manipulative bastard. He is a sad enough catholic that he would take the crucifix, but more importantly, I think he’d realize Dracula was the carriage driver and also the lack of servants, and even if he didn’t piece together the supernatural would notice something was off. I’m not sure if him picking things up sooner would help or hurt him though; either he makes it out with a similar plan to Jonathan or he takes things a step too far and gets killed before he can become a bigger hassle.
@darthlordcommie writes:
Nate: Figures out Dracula's deal, investigates properly, but can't hide his attitude enough not to be suspicious. Doesn't make it.
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Yeah....
Nate's strength is holistic thing. He's good at people (in a very different way from how Sophie is) - he's good at seeing how things fit together in a larger system and context. I could see him doing Mina's job and succeeding wildly at it.
I can't see him doing Jonathan's job.
Nate is in many ways his own worst enemy. Not just with the alcoholism, though that doesn't help. Like, if Dracula offers him a bottle of Slivovitz for the Calèche rude, he's drinking it. (We speculated that the Slivovitz might be drugged, and Jonathan was supposed to arrive at the Castle less cogent than he in fact does. If so, bad news for Nate.) There's some wiggle in exactly where in his character development we take him from. He might just taste the Slivovitz and then pour the rest on him and pretend to be the same drunken asshole he would have been had he consumed all of it... but I don't see how this helps him materially.
He might actually refuse the crucifix. Nobody is as weird about Catholicism as Catholics, especially ex-Catholics. I guess it depends on how jaded and angry at God personally he is feeling at the time - and how hungover he is that morning.
I agree with the assessment that Nate could solve Castle Dracula. He'll pick up on the fact all the people around him are terrified all the time, and that the source if that terror is the Count himself. He'll note the huge number of crosses on the hillsides, all the active little shrines. I doubt the folks will be as aggressive about pressing gifts on him - he doesn't attract sympathy the same way a fresh-faced innocent would - but he will pay attention to all the goings on and have a fairly good idea of what he's going to, at least on a psychological/personality level, before he gets there. He will recognize immediately that the Calèche driver is playing a role and wearing a disguise - he knows a con when he sees one. So maybe he will be more cautious with the Slivovitz than I was giving him credit for. I think between one thing and another he will have a fairly accurate picture of what Dracula is like as a person before he officially meets him.
And I'm not sure this helps him at all because he will inevitably choose a persona calculated to annoy! As you say, Nate's MO is to irritate the Mark into making a mistake. But... the mistake Dracula is most likely to make is getting so mad he accidentally murders his guest and has to order a new one. Very frustrating for Dracula - absolutely fatal for Nate.
And I think Nate's problem is he can't help himself. We talked about Hardison getting cocky, but Nate very much also gets cocky in a self-destructive way. And because Dracula is very much not as clever as he thinks he is, that's going to feed Nate's cockiness, especially without his crew there coaxing him back from the brink. Nate is better at this than Dracula is... but Dracula is a vampire wizard who murders people. He doesn't have to win the other contests, he can just cheat. And he does.
You've said Nate is similar to Jonathan Harker - I couldn't disagree more. He's too sad, jaded, and Catholic. He's not the laser focus on just one thing thereby missing the bigger picture guy either - he's the opposite of that. However, I do think he's a lot like Abraham van Helsing, right down to the Dead Son Trauma. (I don't think the baby eating in the Castle would trigger gim the way it would Eliot, but I think Lucy's situation would). Not nearly as cheerful though, but every bit as Obnoxious On Purpose - and of course, an actual genius who works much much better when he has people to tell him no.
So yeah, I think Nathan Ford can not survive Castle Dracula.
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A Shift In Character- 3
"No hospitals," your husband croaks as you stumble out of your apartment elevator.
"You've said that several times already, Nathan," you gasp, struggling under his weight as he leans against you.
"No hospitals," he mumbles. "M'fine."
"No, you're not!" You shoot back as you fumble with the key to your apartment.
Your nosy neighbor sticks her head out of her door and gasps when she sees the state of the two of you.
"Bar fight," you mutter and push your door open.
You get Nathan on the couch and run to get the first aid kit so you can access the damage. You wrestle his shirt off and he lies there limply, staring at you with foggy eyes. He has a few bruises and scratches, but nothing serious. You sigh in relief when you realize the bite wound isn't too bad either. It just bled a lot.
"What if it gets infected?" You blow out a breath and get to work disinfecting the wound.
"I'll be fine," he winces. "Are you okay? What happened back there?"
You avoid his gaze. "You need to rest. You need to shower too, but lie down for a while, okay?"
He hums, his eyes fluttering shut. "Don't leave me," he murmurs.
You push his hair back from his forehead, going hot and cold. What the heck are you going to say, that you had terrifying but hot sex with a stranger? Your relationship wasn't open to other people, so what you've done is cheating.
So stupid. You see he's asleep, so you get up and stumble into the bathroom.
How had things gone so far? Well, Mystery Man used your weakness against you. But you should have also made more of an effort to say no. Shivering, you step into the shower and rinse dried cum and blood from your body. Every part of you feels thoroughly satisfied, despite your guilt. You're just beginning to soap your body when you feel a presence behind you. You almost slip as you turn, but your husband catches you with an arm around your waist.
He looks far more alert now. His clothes are discarded on the floor outside the shower. Pinkish water runs down his chest as the blood washes away. He blinks at you.
"You know what? I think you liked it."
"W-what?" You squeak.
"You heard me. You've been acting weird ever since I got back. Is it because of him?"
"Can we talk about this later?" You scratch your neck, and he catches your hand and leans in.
"He bit you as well?"
"Yes..."
Your husband says your name in that exasperated tone he uses when he thinks you've made a stupid decision, and even though you have no right to be angry, you feel the heat of it pulsing through you.
"Okay, yeah! I did enjoy it! It was more consensual than he made it look when you arrived. Are you happy now?"
He laughs sharply. "Are you admitting to cheating on me?"
Your anger dissipates and your shoulders hunch. Suddenly you're very aware that you're both naked. Your eyes sting, and not from the soap.
"I'm sorry," you mumble. "I just wanted to feel something. You've always been busy..."
Your husband looks at you. Really looks at you.
"Why are you covering yourself?" He asks, his voice getting a little softer.
You are. You're almost cowering with your arms crossed over your midsection like you want to curl up into a ball. You look at him and finally admit the truth.
"I feel like I'm not good enough. Like I'm not desirable to you any longer."
"That's not true," he says.
"Then why won't you sleep with me?" You sniffle. "It makes me feel so small and hateful and ugly. You always say you're busy with work, and then too tired after work..."
"God, I didn't realize. I've been so wrapped up." He takes both of your wrists and pulls them away from your body, pulling you into a hug. "We're going to fix this," he says firmly.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have even looked his way," you murmur. "I deserve whatever punishment you want to give me."
Your husband is silent for a long moment, and then his arms tighten around you.
"Tomorrow I'm going to find that guy and fuck him up," he growls. "For touching my wife."
"But I'm the one who let him touch me," you protest.
"He should have known better because you're mine," your husband replies. "You've got a damn ring on."
You grimace and feel like an even bigger fool.
"I'll deal with you too, don't think I'm letting it slide," he whispers against the top of your head and you simply nod.
You eventually part in order to get clean.
"Something isn't normal about him," you say as you soap yourself up.
"This would be the part where I laugh and don't believe you, but I saw his face when we were fighting," your husband says.
"You did?" You gesture for him to turn around so you can get his back.
"Humans don't have eyes or teeth like that."
"Fuck," you groan. "What if I've been infected?"
"You and me both," He replies, turning back to you. "Check my neck. Is it still bleeding?"
You lean closer. "No... It looks like it healed over."
You exchange looks. It's beginning to dawn on you that you've epically fucked up and dragged your husband into it. Your apologies are plentiful, but he doesn't want to hear them.
"I need time to think," he says as you both settle into bed. "I'm going to buy a gun tomorrow."
"Babe..."
"What? If he's really some freak, I'll need all the help I can get," he replies with a yawn. "I'm going to kill him, that's what."
You clamp your mouth shut, surprised at the protests that want to rise. You're not sure what part of this unsettles you. That your husband, who's always been a gentle person, wants to buy a gun and possibly kill someone. Or that Mystery Man might not be human, or that you don't want either of them to get hurt.
Your husband is out cold within minutes, but it takes you longer to fall asleep. You have nightmarish dreams of fighting and snapping wolf teeth and both men slippery with blood as they wrestle on a forest floor.
A heavy weight thumping against your body wakes you up. You forgot to close the blinds before you went to bed, and the bright morning light is pouring in, piercing your eyes. Your husband's arm is wrapped around you, one of his legs thrown over both of yours, holding you down. That's what woke you up. Sweat glistens on his forehead and he mumbles in his sleep.
"Nathan?" You nudge his shoulder.
One of his eyes slowly cracks open, and his pupil is huge.
"What's wrong?" You ask, leaning over him.
"Bad dreams," he rolls over with a groan, releasing you. "I feel like shit."
"Are you okay?"
"Why do you ask?" He opens both eyes now, squinting painfully at you.
He looks like he's high.
"You're soaked with sweat," you tell him.
The thin shirt he's wearing clings to his body. He frowns and sits up. The bedsheets are damp as well. Ywrinklenke your nose.
"Up, I'm changing the sheets."
He rolls off the bed and plops on the floor, rubbing his face and mumbling to himself. You get out of bed yourself and hiss sharply at the ache between your legs. His head jerks up and he twists around to look at you, narrowing his eyes. You could almost cry of embarrassment as you scamper out of the bedroom, wincing. Another man has you walking weird.
You get fresh sheets from the closet and hesitantly walk back in. He is still sitting on the floor, his head hung low. Silently you begin to tug the sheets off the bed. He hops up to his feet and pads up to you. Without much warning, he tugs the sheets out of your hands drops them on a nearby chair, and kisses you.
He's burning up, his feverish skin hot against yours as he pulls you closer. You try to push him away.
"You're sick, Nathan. Your temperature is sky high."
He ignores you. "I want you," he says.
"What? Now? You're joking. You need to lie down," you tell him. "And I'll get you a cold cloth-"
A muscle in his jaw tightens and he practically throws you on the bed. You squeak as you fall face down.
"Wasn't asking," he mumbles, crawling on top of you and kissing your shoulder.
"Nathan, I'm serious," you begin to say, but he straddles your hips, pinning you to the bed.
His hand scoops your hair away from your neck, his fingers tracing the slight, bumpy scar where you were bitten.
"Nathan? What are you doing?"
He doesn't respond, and that's pretty strange. He hauls you up onto your hands and knees roughly, repeating the motion twice until you obediently hold the position. You look over your shoulder and gasp. His brown eyes are so dark they're almost black. You've seen his eyes get chocolatey and warm in direct sunlight, but this charcoal color doesn't even look natural.
"I can smell him on you, you know," he finally says. "I hate it."
"I took a shower. Don't be ridiculous-" You freeze when he grabs your underwear and pulls it down, smacking your ass.
"Nathan? You're scaring me," you whisper.
His response is a low appreciative groan as he rubs the spot he just smacked. You look back again, only to see he's pulled his cock out of his sweatpants, his stomach flexing as he fists it.
"Are you sure? This is the last thing you should be doing." You argue weakly.
He drapes his body against yours and whispers in your ear,
"I love you so much, but I need you to stop talking."
"What? You're not making any sense!" You protest, and those are the last words you manage to speak as he shoves your face into the pillow.
You feel the blunt head of his cock against your entrance. Despite yourself, you're pretty wet. He's never been like this before. He thrusts into you as far as he can go, and you moan in pain. You're still very sore from yesterday and he's not being gentle.
"You have to smell like me because you're mine. Don't you get it?" He pants as he thrusts into you. "You can't just give your pussy to anyone. You're mine!"
"Yes," you gasp. "I'm yours."
He grunts and squeezes your hips, digging his fingers in hard enough for it to hurt. You let him, figuring this might be his way of punishing you. He uses you like a toy, chasing his pleasure alone. It's been so long since you had sex together that you regret the fact that it's like this, but you're in no position to complain. He comes with a growled curse and flops bonelessly on the bed beside you, his chest heaving.
You let yourself flatten against the bed and blow out a breath. You're turned on and confused.
"I think something's wrong with me," he says. "I feel strange."
"Should I take you to the hospital?"
"No. Just.. Lie with me."
You have to clean yourself up and turn on the air conditioning before you climb back into bed with him. He pulls you closer and sniffs.
"Now you smell like me. That's much better. His scent was making me go crazy."
"Stop being weird," you demand, trying not to feel anxious. "You're having a fever or something. Sleep."
Miraculously, he does fall asleep.
You don't remember dozing off as well, but you wake up to the thud of the refrigerator closing. You're alone in the bed. You stretch and your body zings with soreness. Your breasts feel tender too. You check your calendar and it all lines up. You're going to be ovulating soon. You pad into the kitchen and pause.
It's a mess, the way it always gets when your husband does anything in the kitchen. Nathan turns from the stove with a stack of pancakes.
"Morning."
"Hi. Are you feeling better?"
"Sure am. Sit down, I made breakfast."
You sit cautiously and stare at him. He sets the pancakes down in front of you and sits himself. He's eating scrambled eggs and leftover minced meat that looks like he barely gave it time to get a decent sear.
"Uh..."
"This is all I was craving. Figured I deserve it," he says, scooping it into his mouth. "I've got to go out to the office, but I'll be home early. I thought we could go on a date."
You nod silently and eat the pancakes. Has he forgotten about the gun? You're not going to bring it up just in case. He showers and leaves for work with so much energy that you can't help but worry. He kisses you hard on the mouth and promises to be back as soon as he can. You let him go, nursing that feeling of unease deep inside of you.
You tidy up the kitchen and lock up. You get a sense of deja vu as you step back into the club.
"We're pretty much closed till seven in the evening," the bartender calls over.
He's washing and drying shot glasses. One person is sitting at the bar, devouring a hamburger. It's not your guy, even though he has a similar build.
"Sorry. I'm here to ask about someone," you say.
Before you can begin to describe him, the man eating the hamburger says,
"Green eyes, hasn't-shaved-in-days and slutty open shirts?"
"Yes. Do you know him?" You frown at the man.
He licks grease from his fingers and chortles.
"Helen of Troy, that's what you are."
"Pardon?"
He waves a dismissive hand and then holds it out to you. "Where are my manners? I'm Ulysses."
You don't take his hand. You glance at the bartender, who shrugs.
"Well, I really need to talk to him. Is there any way I can reach him?"
"A careful bitch. I like that," he says.
You raise an eyebrow, refusing to take the bait.
"Can I have his number, maybe?"
"Aha!" The bartender cuts in. "So you're the lady he was talking about! He left a note for you."
You whip your head around. The bartender fumbles in his pockets and then pulls a piece of tissue out. The ink has bled in places, making it hard to read, but you manage to make it out.
Contact me when you have real questions that need answers.
Underneath, there's a phone number. You thank the bartender and leave Ulysses at the bar as you stride outside. You waste no time dialing the number. It goes straight to voicemail, so you try again.
"I thought I told you not to call," his deep voice says.
"Well, I've got questions. What are you?"
You get a scoff in response.
"You're howling at the empty sky, darling. Wait for the real trouble."
"Don't speak in riddles," you protest. "Something is happening and I-"
The bastard hangs up on you. You stare at your phone screen in disbelief and curse.
"You're in a fix," Ulysses says, joining you on the curb.
You take a step away from him, frowning. He's dressed like a homeless person, or a junkie, or both. There's a sly shiftiness to him that you don't like.
"Please leave me alone."
"Ah, you want to be alone?" He crows. "Not for long! You've got yourself a piece of the wild, that's what. Bastard city people, always wiping your noses. Ha!"
You hail a taxi and leave him there. You have no idea what Ulysses has to do with Mystery Man, but the situation is only getting murkier and more confusing. Your phone rings. It's Nathan.
"I, um, fucked up."
"What happened?" You ask.
"Got into a fight and broke a tooth. There's, uh, blood everywhere." He sounds lost and confused.
"Jesus. Send me your location. I'll come and pick you up. Don't move, okay?"
"Yeah, um... I think I'm just going to sit down..."
The line disconnects.
What do you think is going on, and what do you think will happen next?
Phew, this took a lot of effort to write! I'm currently in the middle of a writing crash and haven't written anything in a few days, but next on my to-do list is Part 3 of Naga Father!
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On second watch this scene kinda hurts :') it's so bittersweet
-seeing Pickles in his snb outfit (the white cloths now black) and modern day Nathan, like in some weird, breakup au
-Skwisgaar trying to be angry at him but really he's just sad
-Murderface's argue point is to think of Toki, "he's a good kid", the smallest kid, just starting out, he doesn't need his mom to leave
-Toki just staying silent, standing through the whole thing
-Nathan trying to still support him even if he's having a hard time expressing himself
-Pickles looking sad just hearing the whole thing
Until the point Nathan would call him an asshole if he leaves.
Pickles: I'M NOT LEAVING! Get out already! >:/
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dyns33 · 6 months
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The stupid genius
A little Nathan Bateman x female reader
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Y/N should have known.
Truth be told, she had had doubts at first, when Nathan started cooking for her, and asking her questions about her day, actually listening to her answers even if he could see everything on his cameras, and kissing her with tenderness, and taking her to bed only to concentrate on her pleasure.
This was not normal, because Nathan Bateman was a selfish genius who understood nothing about human relationships and social rules.
But Y/N loved him despite all his flaws. He had managed to seduce her by showing some vulnerable sides, in addition to his intelligence and his humor, so she had thought that he was doing this for her, to show her that he loved her too, after all this time together.
So she let her guard down, and enjoyed every moment.
Then, one evening, because he had hardly slept in three days, she went to look for Nathan in his office to ask him to rest a bit.
She then saw what he was working on lately.
Nathan had never hidden from Y/N that he wanted to create the perfect AI. She was undoubtedly the only person alive aware of his project, which was a great honor and a demonstration of trust, aided by the confidentiality contract she had signed.
The part he was working on now was very important : the ability of the A to have emotions, or at least to act as if it had emotions.
It was not a big deal. What Y/N didn't really like was discovering photos and videos of her on Nathan's screens, all the moments they had spent together for several weeks.
"… Can you explain this to me ?"
"Hmm ?" was Nathan's response, who didn't even seem to notice that she had entered. "What ?"
"What are you doing ?"
"You're not stupid, you see what I'm doing. I use a database to code the emotional responses of my creations."
"But why not movies? Why not someone else ?"
"Movies aren't real life, babe. I want real emotions. It has to be fluid, honest, and it's better for the same AI if it's the same person. I wanted answers specific to certain situations, so it was easier."
“… Fuck you, babe.” Y/N spat as she walked out.
Nathan didn't follow her. He didn't seem to understand why she was angry, and he probably thought it wouldn't last, like most of the arguments they'd had in the past.
Each time, he joined her in the bedroom, or the next morning. He took her in his arms, kissed her neck, without really apologizing, but making her understand that he didn't like her being mad at him, and she forgave him.
Not this time.
When he hugged her in the kitchen, asking her what she wanted to do today, Y/N didn’t move. She had no expression, acting like some kind of robot, responding that she didn't know. She didn't want anything.
Especially not with him.
This surprised him. Nathan Bateman wasn't used to being resisted. But he just shrugged as he finished his coffee to get ready for his morning boxing session, before going to his lab, thinking that she would be calmer afterwards.
"You're really acting like a child." he said during lunch, seeing that nothing had changed. “It’s children who sulk.”
“You sulk all the time.”
"That's not true. I get annoyed by the mediocrity and stupidity of others, which exhaust me mentally. The problem is that you're not stupid, otherwise you wouldn't be here, so I'm even more annoyed by your behavior.”
“You really don’t see what you did wrong.”
It was not a question. Of course Nathan didn't see what he had done wrong. He never did anything wrong.
It was already a great honor that she lived with him, slept with him, knew his plan, so Y/N should be flattered that he pretended to be nice to her so that she serves as a model for his great work.
There was absolutely nothing offensive.
“Alright, I’ll stop sulking.” Y/N declared, keeping her expression perfectly neutral.
“I hope so, it’s really not fun.”
He didn't seem to notice right away that she hadn't stopped sulking. She agreed to go for a walk with him, she let him kiss her, she answered his questions, but she did all this without showing the slightest emotion.
He finally seemed to realize it while they were in bed, and she was letting him do whatever he wanted.
"You're alright ?" he asked, and Y/N felt like there was concern in his voice, even if it sounded absurd.
"Yes. Good. Just tired."
“We can stop if you want.”
"I'm fine."
Without realizing it, but turning her head so he wouldn't see her, Y/N cried until he was done, and she stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night, thinking that maybe it was time for her to go.
She wasn't the first to mention the helicopter.
“If you want to leave, you just have to ask me.”
Nathan didn't turn towards her, his gaze turned towards the mountains. He didn't even give her time to close the living room door before saying this sentence.
"… Where did you get this idea ?"
"Don't act stupid. I already told you I didn't like it."
"I'm not sure what you like or don't like lately. You want me to leave ?"
This made him move, and Y/N saw something strange in Nathan’s eyes. Something she had never seen before, or ever so slightly, when he was drunk, or when he thought she couldn't see him because the lights were off.
Emotions.
Fear. Sadness. Suffering.
“Of course I don’t want you to leave.” he said with an equally strange voice. "As I don't want you to cry when I touch you. I want you to slap me and tell me to stop."
“You told me to stop acting like a child.”
“That's not the point !”
“Not the point ?!” Y/N said angrily as she approached, which seemed to scare him. "You pretended to be interested in me for your work ! You played the perfect boyfriend only to study my micro expressions and reproduce them on your machines. Do you think that makes me happy ? To know that you don't care ? It hurts you that I'm crying because of you ? But that's what I feel when you touch me now, when I see you, when I listen to you, because I know that I don't care ! I'm not important to you !”
She promised herself to stay calm. She had promised herself to continue playing the robot, telling him that she was leaving him, and that she wanted him to delete all the images he had of her.
But it was too hard, because despite all his faults, she loved the bastard, and she hated that he pretended to be sad that she was sad. He even dared to make the decision to leave for her.
"… I didn't pretend." he whispered, and he had never looked so vulnerable.
"Oh, shut up Nathan. You said it, I'm not stupid."
"Maybe I am, a bit, if you really mean everything you just said. I care about you. I love you. That's why I wanted you to be the model, and not anyone else. It allowed me to spend time with you, to make you happy, and yes to work too. One stone, two birds. I didn't understand why that upset you. I guess I missed an essential fact…"
“That you’re an ass.”
“Yes, that.”
This day was really strange, even stranger than when he started being nice. Nathan stopped looking at her, as if he no longer wanted her to see him like that, so human, and he started looking at the mountain again while scratching his skull.
It was almost perfect. However, there was one little thing missing.
“You didn’t say you were sorry.”
"I'm not sorry."
Y/N stared at him for a long time, thinking about the helicopter again. It was still tempting, despite the beautiful speech she had just heard.
"I mean…" he added, looking embarrassed. "I'm sorry that I hurt you, of course. I'm not sorry that I did it, I had good reasons, but I didn't mean to hurt you, and if you don't want me to do it again, I won't do it again.”
“What if I still want to leave ?”
“I would be heartbroken, masturbate to your videos, and cry like a kid in my bed for several months.”
“I thought you never acted like a kid.”
“I said I’m not sulking, it’s different.”
Nathan Bateman was such a jerk. But Y/N already knew that when she met him, and when she fell in love with him, and it was arguably the most romantic statement he had ever made, and was capable of making.
Rolling her eyes, she finished approaching him, taking him in her arms and kissing his neck. He got the message, returning her embrace without saying anything, kissing her forehead.
The argument was over.
"You didn't say if I can continue to use your…"
"No."
"All right." he sighed, with a small smile, not letting go of her to finish his coffee, do his boxing session and lock himself in his lab.
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jeffersimp · 11 months
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𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭
See my masterlist here!
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Hi! I finally made Nathan Prescott headcanons! TwT
I hope this is not as short as my other headcanons... And I hope you guys will enjoy! ^^
If you find english mistakes, sorry about that, it's not my first lengauge! 😅
Btw, if your want to listen some musics for my headcanons, or maybe later, I updated my Nathan Prescott playlist!
Enjoy! 💕
×❢ About my work ❢×
so much fluff, one part of dirty minded Nathan, the reader is in a realitionship with Nathan, Victoria is not a b!tch to the reader, a bit of swearing, talking a bit about Mark is hot, for any gender
Fandom: Life is Strange
Character: Nathan Prescott
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(The picture is not mine!)
𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears
“Help me to decide Help me make the Most of freedom and of pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
There's a room where the light won't find you Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do, I'll be right behind you”
• You usally give him a lot of hugs
• He thinks that you're cute
• Sometimes you guys just sit in his rooms, you rest on his chest, while he's smoking
• You want to help him
• You listening his problems, thoughts, try to make his life a bit easier
• You care about him, and he knows it
• And he's so greatful about that and it makes him feel better
• You want to let know with him that you will always be here for him, no matter what happens
• You always want to make him laugh or just smile
• Because he looks so sweet when he does it and it's makes you happy
• You also love feeding his ego
• And he loves it when you do it
• "Damn, this shirt really looks good on you" you said with flirtatious smile on your face.
"I know." he said with a smug smirk.
You chuckle, while he looks for another clothes for the Vortex party.
• Sometimes you two just listen some music silently and alone
• Or Victoria joins to you
• When Victoria is here, you three talks about other classmates of yours
• Or about teachers
• "To be honest, Mark is hot." she said while does her makeup.
Nathan goes silent.
"Mr Jefferson?" you ask curiosly.
"Yeah! Don't you think?"
"Well…" you start thinking of you answer.
"You actually thinks that an old, hipster professor hotter than me?" Nathan says while he act he was insulted.
You chuckle while you give him a little kiss on his cheek.
"Never." you say kindly.
"Eww, get a room." Victoria chuckles.
You start to laugh.
• He doesn't really like to feel sad and uptight
• But when he does that, you always here to comfort him
• "When I was six years old, my father shouted me that I'm worthless" he says silently, while his gaze gets darker.
You start to feel angry while he says that.
"Welp" you start to speak in an uptight tounge "your dad is an asshole. And I think you're amazing!"
Nathan silently chuckles.
"Thanks Y/N!" he slowly close his eyes, but while you snuggle up to him. "I love you!" he says calmly.
"I love you too!"
• But sometimes he can get really dirty minded
• Nathan listened music, he got lost in his thougts while he waited for you to be ready.
"Okay, be honest" you say it as you finally got ready and walk over to him "do I look shitty, or very shitty?" you still adjust your party clothes.
Nathan gives you a smug, playful smirk as he looks at you.
"You look hot as always." he says with a smug smile while you start blush a little. "But trust me, you'll look more beautiful if I'll take off your clothes." he winks at you playfully.
You feel that your face starts to burn.
"Eww" you start chuckle "Why are you so dirty minded always?"
Nathan starts to laugh.
• Sometimes you guys out of the school, and play basketball, football or something else
• Or you guys just walking around Blackwell
• "You really want to see me playing basketball? Me?" you start pointing at yourself.
"Stop whining like a little girl! I'll teach you." he smiles at you encouraginly.
You sigh. "Okay, let's start…"
• He wants your attention everytime
• You sigh.
"Nathan, I need to study!" you say it tiredly.
"You can study later." he grabs your book and takes down to the table. After that he leans into your lap.
You smile at him tiredly as you shook your head.
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alessiathepirate · 1 year
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Life is Strange
WHALES: Nathan Prescott x fem!reader
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Summary: Falling asleep next to the person you love the most, while the whales are singing in the background...
Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.
Warnings: swearing, hidden references to mental health issues, slight references to sleep disorders
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She found the whale sounds a few months before their relationship took a turn and became something more than simple friendship. If she wanted to be honest she thought it was cute - like hella cute. Imagining him falling asleep to those sounds painted a pretty picture in her head. However, right in the next moment she was full of worry. Did he really needed it to find peace in sleeping?
She brushed it off though, after she saw his embarrassment, and acted like it was nothing. Everyone has their weird habits, right? She never talked to him about it again and seemingly Nathan was okay with it. More like... thankful - as much as he can be.
Later their relationship took turns. Honesty was on the surface, kisses were stolen, feelings were confessed and trust was built... This is where they were now. And it was perfect in it's own way. Sure, it wasn't a flawless, easy relationship. Nathan still had his issues and throwing tantrums about the smallest things weren't unusual. Dating him wasn't easy - it demanded a lot of patience and calmness from her, but it also came with such deep feelings, apologies, the feeling of being safe and loved; that every single moment was worth it.
They were laying in Nathan's bed, her arms tightly around his torso as if she'd be afraid of him disappearing. One of his hands were gently caressing her back, drawing small, imagined circles into her skin.
Their first, but for sure not last night together, in the same bed, in complete comforting silence...
How did they get here?
The girl knocked on Nathan's door not so long ago. She was wearing her pajamas - meaning she walked from the girls' dormitory to his room in it - and she had a small bag on her shoulder. He was angry at first, she could tell. The moment he opened the door she could see the anger in his eyes and that he was ready to punch whoever was in front of the door. However, when he noticed who it was, he smiled. He actually fucking smiled! And it made her heartbeat faster.
"Dana's having a fucking house-party in her dorm, the only fucking time I actually want to sleep." she said with a shy smile. "So... Would you mind if-... You know. I'd stay here tonight?"
He didn't mind, at all.
After a strong and for sure honest "fuck her", he let her in and gently kissed her. The girl smiled. Who would've thought that Nathan Prescott can be such a softie? But all jokes aside, she appreciated and absolutely adored this side of him, mostly because it was something what only existed between the two of them. With her, he really, really wanted to be honest, patient and gentle. And he was. And it was perfect in her eyes even when he didn't think like that about it at all.
"I'll have to get up early if I want to sneak back to my dorm. Like really sneak back... without anyone seeing me." she said after they laid down and she did her best to get as close to him as possible without him feeling forced or uncomfortable.
"You don't have to."
"I know." she smiled. "I'm just so tired of everyone being so damn noisy. Last time I was out with you half of Blackwell knew about it by the morning."
"Fuck them." he said again with sleepy eyes as he kissed the top of her head. "They are just noisy assholes who like to talk. Besides, I can always walk you back there without a problem." he gently touched her waist, making her climb even closer to him. "If I'll want to let you go, that is..."
She let out a small laugh - then she playfully, but carefully punched his arm. "Yeah, I forgot that you can never get in trouble."
Nathan just let out a hum and as she put her head on his chest, she could feel it slightly raising.
"Maybe I should just stay here and get in trouble." she said after a few long moments of silence. "Will you get in trouble with me?" she looked up at him with curious eyes, but the childlike playfulness was still shining behind her irises.
"Or maybe we can go out and get breakfast instead of going to class? How does it sound?"
Damn that smirk, she thought as she got lost in his eyes for a second. That smirk he had when he got both coy and flirty. How his lips curled into a smile... And how no matter he was smirking, his eyes were still shining from childish naught. There was just something so god damn irresistible in it, in his whole presence that she wanted to hate it so bad, yet couldn't.
Her lips curled up into a smile as well. "If we can get waffles, I'm yours."
Nathan just smiled back, letting out a chuckle and nothing could get that smile off his face as he felt her arms around his torso. She was laying her head on his chest again, listening to his hearbeat.
"I like your bedhead."
She just grinned when she heard his words. "Look who's talking." and after a few seconds she added: "And I like how damn comfortable you are."
Everything became quiet after that. Neither of them talked or tried to talk - not like they needed words to understand the other. She was comfortably laying on top of him under the covers, feeling the heat radiating off of their bodies. The only noises they could hear were pretty quiet. It was coming from other students' dorm room and she had a feeling that Warren is up, watching some even for her too bloody, weird ass movies. As Nathan's chest rose and lowered back as he breathed and as his heartbeat sounded so calming, she could feel her eyelids becoming heavier and heavier - and when she felt his hands drawing different figures into her skin, she almost fell asleep.
If she wanted to be honest, Nathan wasn't the only one who had difficulties with falling asleep. She was up most of the nights studying, reading, watching some movies or listening to some music - so she won't hear the loud sounds coming from the others' rooms. Falling asleep is... difficult. There were times when she fell asleep in class or when she walked to school with teary eyes caused by tiredness.
Not these days though - she was tired, that much is true, but she had Nathan by her side who's presence energized her more than she could've ever imagine.
Laying down with him though... it's a comletely different story. It's so damn peaceful and calming.
But suddenly she opened her eyes and sat up, looking at Nathan who looked back at her with sleepy, but questioning eyes.
"Turn on the whale sounds." she said kindly and lovingly - seemingly her words startled him.
"Why would-"
"No, you don't understand!" she interrupted, making him shut up. "I want you to sleep, like actually, peacfully sleep. So turn on the whale sounds... please. It won't bother me!"
Embarrassment - that was all she was able to read from his facial expressions and she got worried for a few moments there, until it turned into adoration.
"Look, Nate, it's fine... I just really want you to get some sleep."
"It doesn't make it less weird or fucked up though. Just- just get some sleep, I'll be fine-"
But she already stood up and walked towards the small shelf to turn on the speaker and a few short moments later, all they could hear was the sounds of the whales. Her lips curled upwards looking at her boyfriends, whose eyes were slightly red from the tiredness; yet he looked at her so lovingly that she felt her cheeks heat up.
When she sat back down next to him, Nathan greeted her with a kiss - what was full of the thankful feelings he couldn't explain, but definitely was able to show. She just gently touched his neck, then dragged her fingers through his hair, carefully playing with it.
"God, what've I ever done to deserve you?"
The sweet question made her heart skip a beat after the kiss ended, both from being touched by the words and being worried - because even after all this time he didn't understand the simple fact that he deserved all the affection and love he got.
She didn't say any of that out loud though - she couldn't explain it the way it needed to be explained. So she just grinned and said: "I hope you meant it as a compliment!"
Nathan just chuckled.
"I'll sure as hell buy you waffles tomorrow."
They layed down again, this time he hugged her as tightly and lovingly as he possibly could - and she was sure he wanted to show how much he appreciated that she didn't only remember, but also accepted his weird, yet cute habit. The duvet was over them, making the position even more comfortable.
The whales were quietly singing in the background - and when Nathan's breathing slowed down, she carefully moved not wake him up, and observed his expressions. He fell asleep. Peacfully, calmly, next to her. She felt happy, because she knew he'll at least get some well deserved rest.
As she looked at him, she had the urge to just climb out of bed and steal his camera, only to take that perfect shot Mr. Jefferson was always talking about. But she knew better then to move - he's probably a light sleeper. This wasn't the right time for experiments.
That night, after three long days, she finally slept well next to the person who she loved the most.
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hi hannah do i even have to say what i’m gonna ask for the new ask game it’s starts with gray and ends with ghost (also take your time with the other ones i am Waiting™️ behind your Window™️👁️)
"Pretty pleeeaaase? I'll do whatever you want!"
Valerie all but slammed her locker shut. "Nathan. You've been asking me the same question for the past three years. What gives you any idea that my answer is going to change now?"
She hated to embarrass him, especially in front of so many people giggling at his latest failed attempt, but she had long since lost what little patience she might've had for these shenanigans. Frankly, she had half a mind to report him to Lancer for harassment, at this point.
She closed her eyes and pressed her back up against the locker. "Look," she said, trying desperately to reign in her temper, "I'm... flattered, alright? But no means no. End of story."
"Why not?" The bouquet of flowers hung limply at his side. "Everyone knows you still don't have a date!"
In typical high school fashion, a chorus of "ooh"s rose up from the crowd. Valerie's face burned. Whether it was from embarrassment or anger, she didn't know. Probably both.
She straightened up and took a step towards Nathan, who immediately cowered away. "I swear, Davies," she growled, "if you don't back off, I'll -"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" A body pushed itself in between her and Nathan, holding placating hands up to her.
She blinked in surprise. "Danny?"
Whispers erupted from the onlookers. Danny glanced at them nervously, but didn't change his stance. "J-just... let's take a second, okay?"
She couldn't deny that much of her anger evaporated the moment her eyes landed on Danny, but before she could say anything, he'd turned to Nathan.
"I think there, uh, might be some misunderstanding about the best way to ask a girl out," he said with a shy grin.
"What would you know about that, Fenton?" someone hollered from within the crowd. A bout of giggling circled the hallway.
Valerie's fire reignited. She turned to the direction of the voice (who had sounded suspiciously like Brady Ibarra) and made to give them a piece of her mind, but a cool hand caught hers.
She nearly snapped at Danny too, for stopping her, but the grin on his face melted her heart (and didn't it always?). Not enough to keep her from glaring at him, but it just made his grin widen that much more.
"It's easy," he said, and she couldn't tell if he was talking to her, Nathan, or the hecklers.
"Valerie..." He shifted his hand so that his fingers tucked under hers, and her heart skipped a beat. "Do you wanna go to senior prom with me?"
A couple of freshmen at the front of the group squealed, and for a moment, Valerie was too stunned to react. Three years after she'd called things off, and he suddenly comes out of nowhere asking her to prom?
But she couldn't find it within herself to be angry. They had managed to stay close despite the breakup, and there had been plenty of times over the years that she'd regretted ever making that decision.
And so she grinned right back at Danny. "See?" she said, looking past his shoulder at Nathan, who stood there with his mouth wide open. "That's more like it."
Then, to Danny, she looked him right in the eye and squeezed his hand under hers. "You're on, Fenton."
They were both smiling like idiots and standing there with red hot blushes, but she couldn't really find it within herself to care, not even when Nathan sprinted away, choking back cries of despair.
With no more drama to be privy to, the crowd quickly dispersed, though Valerie was certain she heard more than one comment about some sort of bet. No doubt Tucker was behind it. She'd be more than happy to straighten him out later.
With his free hand, Danny fidgeted with his hair. "Sorry about that," he said sheepishly. "I just heard Nathan giving you a hard time again, and everyone was watching, and I know he wouldn't leave you alone..."
"It's okay," she laughed. "I had it handled, you know. I'm not some damsel in distress."
His eyes widened to comical margins, and before she could blink, he had yanked his hand back from hers in embarrassment. "Sorry! Sorry, I - er, I never thought, you know - wasn't trying toooo you know what, I'm just gonna, uh, go now."
He turned to leave, and now it was Valerie's turn to catch his hand. "And just where do you think you're going? We've got a date to plan."
"Huh?" The poor boy looked genuinely confused for a moment before his eyes widened even more, if that was even possible. "Oh! N-no, I didn't - I wasn't really trying t-to ask, I mean, I wouldn't - not -"
Valerie's face fell a bit. "So, you don't want to go to prom with me?"
"No! I - I mean yes! I mean - ughhhh, I didn't mean for that to be how I asked you, I had something else so much better planned and -" He shut his mouth tight and his whole face turned cherry red as his own words hit him.
She couldn't help it. She laughed out loud. "You really are something, Danny."
He peeked up at her from behind his bangs. "Something good I hope?" he asked timidly.
She responded by intertwining her fingers with his and stepping closer. "Obviously." Her smile was teasing, but it still elicited a smile of his own.
He sagged with relief. "I still can't believe I screwed that up, I had this whole plan and everything," he said through breathless, disbelieving laughs.
"Don't worry, you can make it up to me. I still want to see this big plan of yours, and I want to see if you can pull it off without tripping over your own pants."
That sent him into another round of sputtering, and she started giggling again as she led him down the hallway.
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Was I the asshole for confronting a coworker for being transphobic?
I sent this in a while back, when the blog was having issued and being censored by tumblr, so it got eaten before it was posted. I waffles about whether to resend it or not for a while because the issue was somewhat resolved, but I figured why the hell not?
I (23nb) work at a shipping store, I have a coworker I'll call Nathan (23m) and one I'll call Alex (20nb). Alex is our assistant manager, Nathan recently became full-time, and I'm part-time.
Alex's grandmother came into the store to visit them one day while things were slow; Alex, Nathan and the grandmother were in the front and I was packing packages in the back when I overhear Nathan saying "I don't think it should be legal for parents to consent to a sex change for their fifteen, sixteen, seventeen—even at eighteen you don't really know who you are or what you want." I don't hear much more than that, but being a trans person who had previously thought well of Nathan, and knowing he was talking to an older woman (albeit, one who had a nonbinary grandchild), my hackles were raised to hear him blatantly making ill-informed and transphobic comments.
After Alex's grandmother left, while there were no customers in the store, I confronted him. I'll admit I was hardly professional, but I was more scared than angry, and I tried telling him to be more informed before speaking on trans matters because he was spreading misinformation, but the conversation got sidetracked to trans rights in general and how he thought "no one would be trans if they didn't talk about it in school" and then went on to day "racism wouldn't exist if it wasn't talked about in school." I gave up on trying to correct him when he told me that he, as a cisgender heterosexual white man, was in the same amount of danger walking down the street as a black trans woman, because I realized in his privilege he was incapable of imagining that anyone had any different life from him. During the whole talk he was cool and collected, whereas I was very intense, though consciously keeping my voice low and tyring not to get angry despite it being an angering subject.
We went about our store-closing duties and Nathan left, leaving Alex and I in the store alone to finish up our last tasks. Alex had been silent the entire conversation, despite also being nonbinary, and they were the assistant manager, so I asked them if I was out of line and they shrugged non-commitally and refused to look at me.
(This was where the previous submission ended, but there's been an update since then.)
After that, there were several incidents completely unrelated to this conversation that resulted in Alex, another coworker, and I all having private conversations with our manager about complaints against us. One of the complaints about me was that I was uncomfortable to talk to about politics, so I clarified and told the manager the entire truth of what happened between me and Nathan and admitted that I may have been out of line professionally. He said I was, but also said Nathan had been nearly fired in the past for saying awful shit, and that if I wanted to I could make a report about him, because he'd been just given full-time and my manager didn't want him having that if he didn't deserve it. When I told him I hadn't heard the full conversation with Alex's grandmother, he rescinded the report offer and told me to next time not engage Nathan, just report him.
I know professionally I shouldn't have done any of that, but I was trying really hard not to be an asshole on just a human decency level while confronting Nathan, and Alex's reaction made me rethink whether or not I was. WITAH?
TL;DR: A coworker was being transphobic, so I lit into him at work while the store was empty. I tried not to be an asshole, but my nonbinary assistant manager acted as though I may have been out if line. I later learned the transphobic coworker is somewhat on thin ice with management anyway. WITAH?
What are these acronyms?
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TW: Homophobia
Thursday I took heartstopper with me into class like I do with all my books. Well we had free time and my teacher let us talk and I was showing my friend Heartstopper (which I bought at the school book sale). I'm sitting across from two boys, let's call them Daniel and Nathan. I knew them both pretty well because we are in classes together but I don't think anyone told them I was bi. So this conversation happened:
Daniel: Ew you bought that book? Me: Yeah so what? Daniel: Well it's gay (At this point I got angry) Me: I said so what? It doesn't matter. Nathan: They should NOT be selling that at school. Me: It's just a book Daniel: But it's gay and that's wrong. That's not what God wanted. (I got angry, started shaking and was about to snap) Me; It's just a book! Nathan: But they're gay? Why do you even have it? Me: Because I want to read it. (I was getting nervous and shaking from both anger and fear. All of my friends in that class were just itt there watching it happen even though they know homophobia and stuff triggers me) Daniel: You now they had a...a...a gay girl book at my sisters school (his sister is in the 3rd-5th grade school in our district) and it's just wrong. They're forcing their agenda on children. It's so sad what the word has come to. (At this point I was shaking and just about to cry) Nathan: Why is she getting so upset? Daniel: Yeah what the hell is wrong? "Friend": Oh you guys aren't in the group chat! (She's referring to the group chat where I came out to all my friends in that class. We were all really tight nit last year because of a program we did. So I look at her with a panic expression because I don't think she really gets what a danger it can be coming out to a homophobic person. She shuts up tho) Nathan: Yeah. We aren't. Why does this have to do with a group chat. (I stayed quiet bc of anxiety and I couldn't speak at all bc I was scared) Nathan *Whispers to Daniel* I think she's a lesbian
This made me so mad and scared and just sad. I don't get why people are so hateful. Queer kids are stuck reading romance stories they are never gonna relate to all their life they should be able to read stories they like. And what really made me mad was when he said 'gay girl' you know there's a name for that but obviously your head is so far up your homophobic ass you can't see that people being queer doesn't effect you at all.
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Just finished watching the bastard son & the devil himself. Gonna try and write out my thoughts about it, sorry if it's a lot of nonsensical rambling.
What really got my attention about the show is the cycles of violence and abuse and the dynamics of war and oppression that were shown in the show. They don't talk about how the war between the Fairbornes and the Blood witches started. They don't talk about what the original reasons are for everything the two sides do. What the show does focus on is the actions they continue to take in the present and the real results of those actions as opposed to the imagined goals.
Nathan grows up being told he has something evil in him, grows up being treated with suspicion and fear and hatred all because of what his father had done. He grows to fear his own power and even his own emotions for the evil he believes they stem from. But his father was never a devil. His father killed countless Fairbornes, the most well known being at the Peace Massacre. He had tried to arrange peace talks but the terms the Fairbornes proposed were a barely-disguised means for what was basically cultural genocide of the Blood Witches. Marcus was getting revenge on endless amounts of horror inflicted on his people by the Fairborne council. And by doing so the Fairbornes gained a new reason to demonize the Blood witches. This was not Marcus's fault, the atrocities committed by the Fairbornes are entirely on their own heads. Marcus is not a "perfect victim", he attacks the people who attacked him, he's angry and violent and he left Nathan and his mother, but the show seems to make it pretty clear that he's not responsible for what the Fairbornes did in retaliation. I'm glad they did that and I'm glad they didn't make him out to be the bad guy just for fighting back, and at the same time I also like the way they handled showing the collateral of that violence through Ceelia. Ceelia was a survivor of Marcus's attack at Wolfhagen, she was a child and she was scared and she grew up and spent her life fighting the Blood witches. And she was one of the people treating Nathan with fear and suspicion. When she trained him she was violent and angry and harsh. She was abusive, to put it bluntly, and it was because of what Nathan represented. He reminded her of Marcus. She believed that she and the Fairbornes were in the right and were good and just and righteous and that they were justified in what they were doing to the Bloods. Except she saw that she was wrong, the basis for her beliefs was removed and she realized Soul was exactly what the Fairbornes claimed to be fighting against and she changes directions. As the show progresses, we see that instead of drawing from the hatred of the Hunters and the Fairborne, she switches to drawing from her own personal strength, her empathy and the people she loved and the confidence and convictions she'd built herself. She recognized Soul for what he was and she changed. This is really great when contrasted with Soul's story. Because he started out a survivor hiding scared in a closet like Ceelia. But he never had an ability to recognize when his perspective was wrong. Ceelia saw that the war was motivated by hate and fear and bigotry, and that going along with it only fed into that. Soul only saw that he needed to be more like Marcus to win the war, without ever seeing Marcus's reasons. So he went to greater and more horrific lengths to do what Marcus did, and became worse than Marcus had ever been. He became exactly the monster the Fairbornes thought of Marcus as. He was actively seeking to kill and destroy Blood witches and the collateral his mission caused was pretty clearly caused knowingly and intentionally.
There is also something to be said about Jessica and how she was so angry about a supposed devil killing her mother and father but ended up helping the real wolf and the real culprit for her mother's death. She is a uniquely horrifying character because it's so easy to understand why she became that way. Her mother's death was so horrible for her as a small child and she did everything possible in her power to fight back against that, but the only target and the only action within her reach was to abuse her brother, and she just never grew out of that pattern. I feel sorry for her just as much as I dislike her.
Marcus and Nathan's stories are also really interesting in comparison to each other. Nathan was bullied for being the son of Marcus and for potentially being a blood witch but because of also being treated like his anger made him evil he tried to suppress it. Of course because repression doesn't work long term and because bullying naturally makes people angry, Nathan lost control and attacked the people who had been hurting him, which the Fairbornes then used as proof that Nathan was dangerous. Marcus's story mirrors that in several ways. Marcus spends the rest of his life fighting and killing Fairbornes, mainly in revenge. Nathan becomes violent on only a handful of occasions, mostly in reaction to an injustice. He says after trying to kill Ceelia after Odette dies that there have to be consequences even though Ceelia wasn't the cause of Odette dying. Marcus seems to have the same view but slightly more extreme, but in contrast to his father, Nathan has people he loves that pull him back. Annalise repeatedly stops Nathan from getting consumed by his anger. When Nathan does end up killing someone, it's because he believed Kieran is going to attack Gabriel when he was actually trying to help, and Nathan is horrified by Kieran dying. What's also interesting is that Marcus left Nathan and his mother because he believed it would make them safer, and Nathan also tried to prevent Gabriel from coming with him to Wolfhagen, but Marcus never had contact with his family again while Gabriel came back. And throughout the show, Annalise repeatedly reminds Nathan that he is not his father, and Nathan's grandmother also tells him it doesn't matter if a person is Blood or Fairborne. Marcus sent Nathan alone to kill Soul and told him it was a chance to know who he was, but in the end it was Gabriel and Annalise that helped defeat him, with Annalise that killed him. There are repeated instances of people breaking the cycle of violence and oppression with Annalise killing her father and learning about the Blood's side of the story, with Ceelia breaking away from Soul, with Haley falling in love with Marcus and having a child together and not caring about Blood vs Fairborne, and with Nathan not choosing the path of his father.
Soul is great as a bad guy, he literally did so much trying to help the "his own blood will kill the wolf" prophecy get fulfilled that he became the wolf the prophecy was talking about.
What was shown of Gabriel's backstory is fascinating to me, Mercury's abuse and his response to it is shown in a way that feels really accurate. He struggles to get away from her and escape her control, but it seems like he might not have genuinely defied her until Nathan was in danger. There were others like him too, both before and after him. The one before him didn't do anything to help him, and he doesn't seem to have had much contact with the ones after him, but when he finally escapes for Nathan, he also promises to help the other boy get out, which is another way of breaking a cycle although it's not really connected to the main storylines of the show. It seems like the show could have done a lot with Gabriel's story if it had had more time to expand it.
The romance was great also, I hate love triangles so much and am always saying they should just be poly relationships and this show did that! Literally everything I've ever wanted.
TLDR: came for the poly queer relationship, stayed for the themes of cycles of violence and abuse. Also characters who break the cycles <3
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The color theory of life is strange's clothing design for certain characters make me feral.
•Nathan is a "red character" in lis, he wears his red lettermen through out the game and is angry and generally aggressive (traits associated with red).
However in lis bts he wears a blue cardigan and is shown to have a more vulnerable side and we see him picked on and much more hesitant to do anything outwardly harmful. Chole even notes that's she "feels bad for him." He's still a little shit and rude but is far more reserved.
After Rachel, another "red character" due to her passion and fire, goes missing in between lis bts and lis he adds the red jacket to his character morphing from a blue to a red. Although he doesn't ever remove the blue cardigan he simply covers and hides it, the cardigan a metaphor for his previous vulnerability. And at the end of lis we see the sliver of that "blue cardigan" as we listen to his voicemail to max.
•Warren is a "blue character" the first time we meet him he's wearing a blue shirt. He's generally a softer character and is much kinder and loyal as he "takes a hit for team max" in an altercation with Nathan. And as we play we see how nerdy and kinda pathetic he is, "wet cat" if you will.
Later in the game Max and Chloe are stopped by Nathan in the dormitories. As he threatens them, Warren interrupts this and beats the SHIT out of Nathan. If you choose to let Warren continue his beat down he is merciless and it's genuinely scary to watch this nerdy underdog of a character act out with such violence. Even as Nathan pleads for him to stop he does not immediately. After he is done we see Nathan simply curl into a ball on the floor muttering to himself. When you leave the dormitories Chloe tells Warren how badass it was. Warren has his doubts as he's now calmed and feels bad.
The kicker is that Warren wears a red long sleeve undershirt beneath the blue short sleeve he's introduced in. The red again symbols, for him, aggression and anger. Not only does he wear this undershirt when we first meet him and he gets beat up, he wears it as he beats up Nathan in return. So Nathan and Warren kind of foil eachother.
There's more color theory shit within the games but these two characters are the most prominent and interesting ones which is odd seeing as Warren is hardly a character & is simply there for plot purposes. But its genuinely really interesting idk if I'm thinking too deep into it, or if the color correlation was even thought of but its fucking insane.
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