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spider-man-199999 · 1 year

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The bracelet

pairing: Nathan Drake x Reader

word count: 3,5 k

warnings: drinking

summary: You meet Nathan while he's working at the bar. He recognizes you and tries to steal your bracelet because he knows you're filthy rich. Instead, you manage to steal his heart.

a/n: This idea originally was supposed to be smut, but I changed my mind. I could make the smut part a part 2 if it's liked enough?

part2

Your black high heels clicked on the floor as you made your way over to the bar. The black dress that tightly hugged your body was making it rather uncomfortable to move and breathe but it certainly did make you look fantastic. Heads were turning to look at you, an emotionless expression on your own face, avoiding eye contact. It was your first night out since the divorce, which made you even more anxious, especially since you deciced to go out alone, no friends, no driver, no bodyguard. After your husband left you, or rather you left him with half of his fortune, which included a hotel to own, you hadn't really been there much, it brought back too many bad memories. But tonight wasn't about the bad memories, it was about forgetting them. So, you sat down in front of the bartender, looking him up and down before he even managed to notice you, placing your bag next you as your hands rested on the bar. He was handsome and young, his dark hair styled nicely. He looked at your hands, staring at the diamond bracelet on your left wrist before his eyes shot up and looked into your own. You smiled at him, crossing your legs on the stool and adjusting your position.

“Aren’t you too pretty to be here alone?” He asked you, placing down the glass he was previously cleaning.

“Aren’t you too handsome to be a bartender?” You asked back casually, earning yourself a raised eyebrow from the man in white shirt and black vest.

“So what will it be tonight? Sex on the beach?”

“Last time I checked the beach was pretty far from here”

He shook his head at you, bitting back a smile.

“A martini would be fine”

“Really? A martini? I can do better than that”

You turned your back to him, resting your elbows on the bar. Looking around the place for a few seconds, taking in the scenery. It was calm and relaxing, piano playing in the background, the soft chatter of people all around, the sounds of the cute bartender moving around behind you. The lights of the crystal chandelier flickering softly. It felt like the 20s, like a scene from "The great Gatsby". Rich people everywhere, expensive drinks, expensive furniture, muffled private conversaions, secret lovers shooting eachother provocative glances. You got almost lost in the moment of calmness, closing your eyes for a second before your nirvana was interrupted by a soft. “Your martini madam”, which made you turn slowly. Your small hand grabbed the tall martini glass, taking a sip from it as you kept staring at the brow-haired boy, a soft smile on your lips. He was way smoother in his movements than you anticipated him to be, you barely even noticed when exactly he took the diamond bracelet off of your wrist. Fascinating, you didn’t expect the night to become so fun so soon. He was one of your own, a smuggler, a man of deception. He went on making drinks for other clients while you stared at him, playing with the olive in your glass. It felt like the bar was a barrier between your two worlds, you knew he probably made minimum wadge without the tip. And there you were, on the other side of the bar, owning half of the hotel, dressed in a Versache dress that was probably worth more than his rent, not a single care in the world but your shattered heart. Guess some were better at deception than others. However, he managed to capture your attention, even if not intended by him.

“I didn’t catch your name” you said as he came near you, playing around with the shaker as he was mixing something up.

“Nate” he replied with a stern voice, poring out the content in a pretty glass and serving it to the person who had ordered. He seemed slightly anxious, like he was avoiding your gaze. Crucial mistake when stealing.

Nate retuned back to you shortly, his body seemed stiff, and he wiped some sweat from his forehead. He worked hard, you could say that, but he mostly looked nervous.

“I assume you already know who I am, since you didn’t ask”

He thought for a second as he looked into your pretty eyes, analysing your face, or rather admiring your features. He cleared his throat after he caught himself staring, breaking the intense eye contact and grabbing a glass to clean.

“I know” he replied shortly, continuing his act of polishing the glass.

Of course he knew who you were, your face was in the newspapers way too often for your own good, along with the change of surname every once in a while. He thought that those tabloids never did you justice now that he had seen you. In the pictures you always seemed gorgeous, but not even nearly as gorgeous as you were under the warm lights of the bar. They called you the “black widow of the upper east side", rumours about your intimate relationships with some of the richest men in New York were spreading like a forest fire. Even if in reality they were nothing more than just fiction, one thing was not, and it was your marriage to the owner of The Ritz-Carlton, the very place he worked at. Nate had heard about the divorce from clients here and there, everyone was talking about how you had managed to set him up into fake cheating on you so you could divorce him. Brilliant move, unfortunately, it was just a rumour. Maybe in your previous marriage you had pulled a stunt or two to get out with as much money as possible, fake accusations, setting up scenes, they were your speciality. But not this time, this time the cheating was very real and very much not your own idea. Maybe that's why this time it hurt so bad, because you actually loved your, now ex, husband. Defeat was something hard to admit for someone with so much pride and confidence as yourself. Nate knew nothing, only gossip.

“Then why did you take my bracelet? It was a gift from my ex husband” you asked, earning yourself a shocked looked for a brief second, before he put on his poker face and looked away. He had a few ways to play his cards in that moment, thoughts calculating the possible outcomes of each one.

“You could’ve lost it” he stated “Do you want me to look around and ask if anyone has found anything?”

You smile at him charmingly, making him blush slightly. You gracefully stood up from your stool, placing your arms on the bar as you hovered closer to him, faces side by side, your cheeks almost touching each other. You whispered in his ear softly, which got Nate’s heart beating so loud he could barely hear your words. While he was busy being nervous your hand travelled down to the pocket of his pants, slipping inside and finding the heavy jewellery that was previously on your wrist. The weight and shape of the bracelet felt familiar between your fingers, I’d worn it countless of times. You took it out, your hand travelling up Nate’s body.

“I have to admit your work is impressive” you said, hand still moving slowly up until you reached his shoulder. You knew he couldn’t feel a thing because your movement was slow enough and far away enough. “But you still have to master the speed of your hands, your touch needs to be like silk, felt only when you want it to be” you continued whispering in his ear.

You knew your mission was successful when he flinched at the touch of the cold diamonds against the bare skin of his neck. You smiled at him and pulled away, shock written all over his pretty face.

“Looks like I found my bracelet!” You giggled happily, clicking it on your wrist as he stared at you.

Nate obviously didn’t know what to say and how to react, he knew that one wrong move would get him fired, possibly arrested and charged with theft. However, your smile suggested otherwise.

“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re scared” you told him, taking a sip from the martini. “Don’t be, I wouldn’t say a word, actually, you can have the bracelet if you want it, I came here and I intended to lose it”

And it was the truth. It was the only gift your dear ex husband ever gave you that was not originally bought for his mistress and passed down to you when she didn’t like the gift. This was the only gift you knew, or at least liked to think that, was ever bought with the intention to be given to you. It hadn’t left your wrist in public since. After the divorce you kept it as a reminder that for a brief moment there actually was a version of you that was loved by your husband, there was a version of you that you were capable of loving someone too. Now it was a token of a broken, dysfunctional marriage, that came crumbling down the second your foot stepped out of the presence of your husband. With a swift motion you took it off, placing the bracelet on the bar. It sparkled almost blindingly under the soft interior light. Nate’s eyes kept travelling from your face to the bracelet and back. He was rested against the bar, unsure of what the right move was. He assumed it was some sort of trick that would get him in a lot of trouble. You smiled reassuringly as his hand reached for the diamond jewlery, taking it and placing it in his pocket again.

"Well, it's not every day that someone tips you with a diamond bracelet" he said, making you giggle softly

''You'll have more use of it than I do, that's for sure'' you told him, finishing up the martini. You took out the olive and ate it, starting to get lost in your sour thoughts about the bracelet and what it symbolised.

"Another drink?" he asked, taking you out of your train of thought

"Maybe another night" you said, feeling overwhelmed enough to want to leave. "All this bracelet talk kind of ruined my mood"

Nathan was undeniably very handsome, and you did come with the idea of not leaving alone but all the memories of your ex came rushing in and was about to turn your night into a nightmare. You took out some money from your purse to pay him from the drink but he stopped you, placing a hand over yours.

"It's on me"

"Aww, a gentleman" you smiled at him "Some lady is going to be very lucky with you"

"Maybe you could be that lady" he winked, shooting you a smile.

You looked at him confused for a split second, starting to laugh softly at his sudden boldness. You got up, collecting your things and straightening out your dress while he watched your every movement.

“You don’t have to be nice to me because I gave you the bracelet”

"I was serious" he stated "How about I pick you up after my shift and lighten up your mood?"

"Pick me up from where exctly?" you asked, almost not believing what he was saying.

"Here, 12:30, lose that dress and put on somethig more comfortable"

You looked at him in disbelief but agreed. As you walked away from the bar you could feel his eyes on you as you ocassionally stopped here and there too greet some people you knew. Maybe this "date" was going to be a nice change of pace. After all of the dating on the upper east side, the luxury restaurants, the balls, the charity events, you had no actual idea what people usually did when they were on normal dates anymore. After not one but two failed marriages, the dating world seemed so distant, so surreal. Frankly you had no intention to pursue anything serious with anymore, let alone a bartender that was your employee.

An hour later you found yourself staring dumfolded at your wardrobe, Nathan's voice kept repeating in your head "wear something comfortable". You mocked his tone aloud as you took out even more clothes to throw on your bed. Was he going to be in his work clothes? How were you supposed to match that up? Finally, you stopped on a blue high-waisted, wide leg jeans and simple black blouse. For a while you were considering black heels but decided to switch them up with some very old platform converse sneakers that you hadn't worn for years. You put on a leather bomber jacket to finish off the look. It felt ridiculous, you hadn't dressed this causal since freshmen year at university, having forgotten you even had those clothes at all. You sighed, shaking your head as you walked out of the door and headed towards the hotel. Unsrprisingly, you got there about 15 minutes late, which got you anxious because Nate could gotten discouraged and left. You looked around, not seeing him and you felt slightly disappointed, but not surprised. The whole situation was so odd to begin with, no wonder it didn’t follow through.

"And I thought you couldn't get more gorgeous" you heard from behind you, turning to be met with Nate's charming smile. He just walked out of the doors of the lobby, probably spotted you from inside.

"I'm sorry for the wait"

"It's alright, it was worth waiting for, come on, I'm starving" he said, taking your hand and leading you somewhere.

You followed him, as you walked the streets of New York hand in hand. He wasn’t in his work clothes, instead he wore a simple grey t-shirt with a leather jacket on top, black jeans and probably his work shoes. He had a backpack on one shoulder, assuming this was where he kept his uniform. The spring air was warm but there we ocassional cold brezzes. You looked around the flashy signs of shops and supermarkets, the monotonous souds of ocassional cars filled your ears, along with the calming sound of his footsteps a little ahead of yours. They say New York is the city that never sleeps and it's true, but despite living there your whole life, you never got to experience it in that way. You didn't really know where Nate was taking you but you didn't care either, too engaged in the scenery. Late night walks were something so foreign and so new, your eyes were shining more than the diamond bracelt that you gave him and he couldn't help but smile at how awed you looked by everything around you.

"You ever been to this side of town?"

"I have no memory of it"

"You're adorable" And that made you blush, hiding in his shoulder. He laughed at how cute you were being, stopping at a 24-hour sandwitch shop.

"Are you hungry?" He asked after the two of you got in

"I guess, it's kind of late though"

"Who cares?"

He ordered for the two of you, finally letting go of your hand so he could pay and grab the two cola bottles he had bought. In a couple of minutes your sandwitches were ready, so Nate guided you to the closest bech in the nearby small park. The park was adorable, it looked more like a sitting area with a playground for children. You really had never been to this side of town before. Nate started eating hungrily and you couldn't help but stare at how he devoured the food in his hands. You chuckled softly before bitting into your own sandwitch. It was warm in your cold hands and tasted way better than it actually looked. It wasn't like you had never eaten sandwitches on a bench before, but it was so long ago you could hardly recall when it really was. It did remind of freshmen year, being out late at night, eating fast food and meeting up with a guy you actually liked and had no intention to manipulate. It was, in a way, nostalgic even. After the two of you were done with your food the silence was finally broken.

"I feel so alive!" Nate exclaimed and startled you, making you jump in your seat. Both of you laughed softly at that.

"I'm glad you're happy and content" you said, rubbing his belly.

He got up from the bench, offering you a hand. You took it, following him up.

"So where are we going?" you asked finally

"You'll see." He said, continuing the walk. You got to an apartment buildind soon enough, he walked you to the alley on the side where the fire escape was.

"Come on, we go up" He told you, helping you get to the ladder. Nate followed closely behind, guiding you to the rooftop.

''I'm so glad I wore pants to this" You said once you reached the top.

"Yeah? Well I'm not" He joked, taking your hand again and walking you towards an area on the rooftop that had pouf chairs and fairly lights.

"It's so pretty" you said once he sat you down. Nate pulled one of the poufs next to yours and threw himself on it.

"Yeah, best part is, you can see the stars"

You looked up, despite the light pollution, you could really see stars and the moon almost clearly.

"You see this constelation there? It kind of looks like a pan?"

You nodded with a giggle at his description, following the arm that was showing you were to look. You scooted over to him, the top of your head touching his.

"That's Ursa Major..." he contionued

"The great bear"

"So you know your constellations?" he shot up, looking at you

"No, just latin"

"Oh in that case you're about to have a blast!"

And you really did have a blast, you sat there for hours listening to him, looking at the stars. It was so romantic that you wanted to melt into the chair and stay there forever. You lost track of time, reality even. It felt like you two were in your own small world on that rooftop and nothing and no one could reach you. Around 3 am the two of you started to get sleepy, cuddled up against eachother. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, your head rested on his chest. At some point the two of you had decided that moving on one pouf was better. Your eyes were starting to feel heavy while his voice soothed you into sleep.

"Hey" he said softly "Want me to drive you home?"

You nodded sleepishly, getting up after him. He drove you home in his slightly beat-up car, walking you to the door of the building.

"I really had fun tonight" you told him at the door "I really hope that you're not working tomorrow, it's so late"

"I'm glad you had fun, you shouldn't worry about me"

You nodded, kissing his cheek goodnight.

You hadn't had such a great date in a while, which made you think about Nate more in the past few days. How could you not? The pictures of the two of you wandering the streets of New York hand in hand, the headlines wondering who your new "victim" was. Your head would start hurting solely from the idea of putting him in this position. So, you decided it was best to talk to him. That night, you walked into the hotel in your usual attire, but this time the dress was champagne colored.

"Hi Nate" you said as you sat down. He greeted you with his charming smile, wiping the bar in front of you.

"A martini?" He asked, grabbing the bottle

"Actually, a word in private"

He had a puzzled look on his face but followed you to a more private area by the windows. Neiter of you sat down, you were too nervous to adress the topic and he became nervous from your worried state.

"I'm sure you've seen the papers..."

"Oh my god it's about that!" he sighed in relief, placing his handa in his pockets

"What else could it be about?"

"From the way you acted I thought someone died"

"Well, no, I just wanted us to talk about the pictures and say I'm sorry"

"Sorry about what? The way they talk about me?"

"Precisely"

"Well, I find it amusing actually"

"I don't people seeing us and thinking that way"

"I don't care about who sees, I like you"

You looked up at him with sadness in your eyes and it seemed like he got the idea you had in mind. He shook his head in disbelief, his hand reaching out to hold your waist and bring you closer.

"You can't be serious"

"I am"

His hand travelled up, cupping your chin.

"I'll have to kiss you now, you know that" he whispered againt your lips. You closed your eyes and waited, his lips pressing softly against yours. You returned the kiss but your hands remained on your clutch, afraid that the whole thing was going to get out of control if you got too touchy.

"I should have kissed you that night" he whispered against your lips

"You should have"

"You'll wait for me right? I'll become rich for you, I promise"

You nodded in response, hugging him tightly, feeling his heartbeat agaisnt yours and the warmth of his body. You could feel his gaze as you walked away, probably the hardest walking-away you had to do in a long while.

The picture of the two of you kissing also made the papers.

A week later Nate left his workplace and you didn't hear a word from him.

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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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jellybeans (t.h)

tom holland x famous!reader

summary: the antics of tom and his girlfriend on the red carpet somebody teach me how to write a summary.

enjoy!

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“Tom! Tom! Over here!” calls a particularly excited journalist. Tom smiles as he heads over, squinting slightly at the blinding flashes of the cameras.

“Hey mate, how’s it going?” he asks politely.

“I’m great, thank you,” beams the journalist. “So tell me, how does it feel to finally be at the No Way Home premiere?”

“It’s such a good feeling man, I can’t even begin to describe it. We’ve all worked so hard on this film and I just can’t wait for everyone to see it.” Tom answers.

“Can you tell us anything new about the film?” asks the journalist.

“All I can say is, bring tissues!” Tom laughs, quirking a brow at the nearest camera.

The journalist looks around as if to scan the rest of the red carpet before asking his next question.

“And where’s the lovely Y/N Y/L/N tonight? She is coming, right? Everyone’s so excited to see her.”

Tom’s eyes light up at the mention of your name and he blushes slightly, one hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.

“She’s always running late,” he says, playfully rolling his eyes. “I swear she was late on set every day during filming. Jon Watts started telling her filming started half an hour before it actually did so she wouldn’t miss her first scenes of the day.”

“You’re kidding!” Laughs the journalist.

“I’m serious mate.” Tom laughs along. “But I just got off the phone with her before and she swore she was just down the street-”

Tom cuts himself off as a roar of cheers and screams echoed from the crowds situated at the end of the carpet. He loses his train of thought and can’t hide the grin on his face as he cranes his neck, catching flashes of your red dress through the crowd. You catch his eye and make your way over, smiling and giving the journalist a little wave. Tom rests his hand gently on your lower back, pressing a feather-like kiss on your forehead, his way of saying hello in front of the cameras.

“Didn’t I tell you she’d be here?” he chuckles.

“Y/N, you look gorgeous!” gushes the journalist. “That shade of red looks incredible on you!”

You blush slightly, leaning into Tom’s side. “Oh, thank you so much!” you say. “And the finishing touch of my outfit…” you reach one hand up and hook your hair behind your ear, revealing your earrings, each one a delicate silver spiderweb glinting in the camera flashes.

“I love it. And your purse is uh, an interesting choice…” the journalist trails off, taking in the small glossy Spider-Man themed purse in your left hand.

“Oh!” you laugh. “Yeah, it’s…unique, shall we say. Really, it’s here to serve a different purpose,” you lean in to whisper conspiratorially, unzipping it and flashing the purse full of multicolored sweets at the camera. “Movie snacks!”

“Damn, which lucky guy gets to sit next to you?” laughs the journalist.

“That would be me,” says Tom smugly, holding you tighter.

“Y/N! Tom!” calls your manager from across the carpet, tapping her watch and gesturing for you two to move on.

Tom keeps his arm around your waist the entire time as you both make your way along the carpet, stopping from time to time to pose for photos and chat with reporters. As you enter the theater, Tom suddenly yanks your wrist, pulling you into a dark corner secluded from the crowds by a giant poster advertising the movie.

“Tom!” you hiss. “What the hell are you doing?”

He stands in front of you, wrapping both arms around you and leaning in.

“Have to say hello to my girlfriend properly,” he says, pressing his soft lips to yours.

You happily kiss him back, running your hands through the curls at the nape of his neck. He hums and deepens the kiss, tongue swiping across your lower lip asking for entrance and you sigh, pulling back.

“My lipstick, Tom,” you giggle.

He rolls his eyes slightly as he rests his forehead against yours, eyes filled with adoration.

“Hello,” he whispers.

“Hello,” you reply, resting your hands on his broad shoulders, simply basking in the moment.

“Tom? Y/N?” calls the slightly stressed voice of Harry. He peeks around the corner and rolls his eyes as he spots you both.

“God, really? I should’ve known you’d be hiding out somewhere sucking on each other’s faces,” he says, comically looking slightly green in the dim light. “They’re gonna start the premiere soon and everyone’s looking for you guys. Are you both decent? Presentable?”

Tom lightly cuffs his brother on the back of his head as he walks past, his other hand reaching behind his back to keep holding your hand. You hang back, knocking your shoulder into Harry’s.

“It’s a hard job you have Baz, keeping this one in line.”

He rolls his eyes yet again, closing the shutter of his camera as you both follow Tom into the theater and take your seats.

“Don’t I know it,” he grumbles, quietly reaching into your purse to steal a handful of jellybeans.

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tysm for reading, ily! reblogs and comments always make a writer's day <3

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ptergwen · 2 years

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whattt about going to the bar with your friend nathan works at and he tries so hard to get your attention by showing tricks and telling you random facts at the most random times while talking to your friends and he eventually convinces you to go home with him :)

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warnings: mentions of drinking and suggestiveness

a/n: i’m having way too much fun writing for nate y’all keep the requests coming! also sorry for the wait i had a little writer’s block again but it passed lmfhdjsj i hope you enjoy

it’s a typical night at the bar for nathan.

mix boujee drinks for customers with money to spare, make small talk with coworkers to pass the time. he enjoys his job, and he’s damn good at it. not many bartenders can pull off the tricks he does or tell you the history of drinks while concocting them. it’s a skill. it gets him extra tips, too. but as much as he enjoys his job, it’s predictable.

it’s a typical night at the bar for nathan until you walk in.

you instantly catch his attention in the little dress and strappy heels you wear. your smile when you laugh at something your friend says, accentuated by your lipstick, stops him in the middle of pouring someone a drink.

tonight just got interesting.

nathan absentmindedly pours the drink into the glass, eyes glued to you. you’re making your way up to the bar. the customer he’s serving has to pull the glass away before it overflows. they leave the bar with their drink, muttering a complaint under their breath.

that leaves an open stool open at the bar, and you take it. your friend stands beside you. nathan dries his hands off with a rag and throws it over his shoulder, looking between you and your friend.

“evening, ladies. what can i get you?”

“vodka soda lime, please.”

“i’ll have the same.”

nathan raises a brow at you, grabbing the glasses to make your drinks.

“lemme see your ID?”

you get it from your wallet and show it to him. he reads it over while cleaning out one of the glasses.

“y/n y/l/n.”

“and you are?”

“nathan, nathan drake. could i call ya y/n/n?”

“only if i can call you nate.”

nathan grins and sets down the cleaned glasses.

“call me anything you want.”

a smile tugs at your lips. your friend scoffs.

“you could put away your ID now. i just wanted to get your name.”

“how about asking instead of carding her?”

“yeah, nate. how about asking?”

you lean your chin in your hand, looking up at him through your lashes.

“i think the former was much smoother, y/n/n. don’t you? besides, it’s policy.”

nathan meets your eyes. there’s something between the two of you, you both feel it, but your friend interrupts again.

“what’s the status on our drinks?”

“coming right up, ladies.”

you smile fully at him, then break off into conversation with your friend. nate starts your drinks.

he gathers a shaker and bottles of vodka and club soda. you see him swing the vodka behind his head from the corner of your eye. intrigued, you turn to watch him. he flips the shaker in the air with one hand and catches it with another. a laugh of disbelief leaves your lips.

he’d hoped that trick would impress you. it’s always a fan favorite.

nate sends you a smirk from across the bar counter. you’re about to say something when your friend grabs your arm, making you turn back towards her. you continue your conversation while nate gets back to work on your drinks.

he scoops ice into the shaker and pours in vodka, then shakes and pours the chilled vodka into the glasses. he tops them off with club soda, lime juice, and a slice of lime in each glass for garnish. he slides the glasses towards you two.

“two vodka soda limes. enjoy.”

you trace a finger around the rim of your glass, lips forming a smirk.

“we will. thanks, nate.”

“yeah, thanks. let’s go, y/n/n.”

your friend picks up her drink and leaves the counter. you start to follow, but nate speaks up.

“vodka’s made with some pretty weird additives, y’know. fermented fruits, grains, sometimes even potatoes.”

“potatoes?”

“gives it a richer flavor.”

you squint at your drink.

“is this one made with potatoes?”

“nah, not too many brands use that method. only three percent of vodkas worldwide.“

“really?”

“really. go ahead, try it.”

you tentatively sniff your drink before deciding to take a sip. you hum in satisfaction, licking your shimmery lips when you’re done.

“whatcha think?”

“it’s good.”

“just good?”

nathan crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side. you sip some more of your drink, eyes locked with his.

“really good.”

you suck on the lime. nate watches your lips.

“could i get ya another?”

“i should find my friend. i’ll be back later, though.”

“that’s too bad, my shift’s just about over.”

“aw, i don’t want you to go. i like you and your fun facts.”

nate rests his elbows on the counter and lowers his head so it’s level with yours.

“you could come with me. i’ve got plenty more where those came from.”

“i dunno, i can’t leave my friend.”

“i think she’ll be alright.”

nathan nods out at the crowd. she’s right in the center, dancing with a group of girls. you shake your head lightheartedly.

“tell you what. if you’re worried, i could ask someone to keep an eye on her.”

“you wanna take me home that bad, huh?”

“isn’t it obvious?”

you laugh and push at nate’s arm.

“your friend’s kind of a cock block, anyway.”

“oh, totally. but now that you’ve got me alone, what do you wanna do with me, nate?”

nathan tosses aside the towel that’s over his shoulder.

“i’ll get us a ride.”

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holyfruitsnax · 2 years

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I was wondering if I could request a Nathan Drake x reader. If so. Reader is Sully’s kid and Nat has a crush but they are dating in secret?

Absolutely Love! I'll give this a shot for you <3

Not Cool Nate

Pairing: Nathan Drake x Sullivan!Reader

Warnings: None really, Pretty fluffy, Cursing, maybe slightly suggestive?

Nathan hadn't met you the same night he met Victor Sullivan, in fact, your father tried to keep you hidden from the charming treasure hunter for this very reason. Of course, that didn't last long after you'd begged your father to let you go with them, promising you'd be good. You kept that promise. Sort of. You couldn't help the way Nathan's eyes skimmed across you with a small smile, and you definitely couldn't help the way it made your heart flutter. He'd kissed the back of your hand to introduce himself, not going over well with Sully who set the ground rules immediately. No Nate.

You had never been one to go against your father, but Nate made that difficult. The casual flirting, the hand slipping across your hip as he walked past you, or even the way he kept you included even when your dad wasn't keen on you tagging along. The guy knew how to build you up, just to sit back and watch you melt, and you loved it. After a while Sully decided that if Nate wanted you to come on treasure hunts with them so bad, he'd be responsible if anything happened to you.

Which is how you ended up here, not so silently tucked under the hotel sheets with Nate. "Shhh, hey d'you want your dad to come in here and kill us?" He laughed quietly, his hand covering your mouth after an exceptionally loud cackle had erupted from it. "He'd only kill you Nate, I'd be alright." You spoke muffled by Nate's hand watching his face change to fake offense. "You'd let him kill me, wow, cool y/n!". Nate let his arms slip from around you so he could roll over, facing away from you, smile widening when he felt you shift. "Oh don't you dare!" You whisper yelled scooting up behind him so you could snuggle up over his shoulder, giggling as Nate tried to cover his neck by tucking his chin in. "Oh I dare." He hummed, snorting through his nose a little.

You reach your hand under Nate's arm and began tickling him. "Hey- No!" he scolded you trying to keep laughter to a minimum. "Say you're sorry!" your eyes drifted to Nate's side profile in the dark, placing a kiss at the edge of his jaw. "I'm sorry you'd let your dad kill-" "No!" you let out a boisterous laugh making Nate shush you again while he quickly rolled over top of you. "You're so loud." He chuckled holding up his weight with one arm so he could move some hair from your eyes with the other.

"You make me loud." You said matter o' factly with a smug smile. "Oh, I make you loud?~" Nate teased dropping his face low, nose brushing against your own. The heat between the two of you amplified by the satin dome holding you in. You couldn't see it, but you knew Nate's face would be flushed, and his usual slicked back hairdo would be tussled. "And how exactly..." He mumbled placing a kiss to your collar bone. "Do I..." you could feel Nate's smirk against your skin as he placed another kiss to the center of your throat. "Do that?" He finished by placing a kiss teasingly at the edge of your jaw, trailing to the corner of your soft lips.

Just as you were about to speak, your shield of sheets lifted, revealing the tangled mess you both were to the world, or well, your dad. Your hands in Nate's hair, his lips pressed against your skin, bodies pressed flush against one another. "Oh, come on man! My kid? Really? Steal the map before you steal them, I mean, low blow man. Not cool!" Sully spoke dramatically watching the two of you part like the red sea. "Hey, I'm not stealing them, I'm just. We're just." Nate fumbled with his words. "We're dating." You spoke up in Nate's defense, making him turn around at give you a wide eyed 'What the fuck' look. "Dating?" your father kept glancing between the two of you.

"I don't have the energy for this." Sully sighed running a hand down his face with a knowing smile. "You know what, fine. But you." He pointed at Nate who raised his hands in defense. "We'll talk about this later, I'm not down with you screwing my baby...soooo your share is 30% now." Sully dropped his arms by his side, you shook your head no and rolled your eyes at their banter. "Listen I gotta go check on my cat app, you two...stop whatever that was...and uh...goodnight!" Sully clapped his hands together placing a quick kiss to your forehead "G'night sweetheart, you're in trouble too. Daddy loves you!" He hummed making his way to the door. "Oh come on!" You laughed. "They call me daddy too Sully!" Nate called with a laugh climbing back into bed with you, placing a sweet kiss to your lips. Footsteps stopped in their tracks just outside your room before Sully shouted "20%!"

#nathan drake #victor sullivan #nathan drake fluff #nathan drake x reader #nathan drake imagine #Nate x reader #Tom Holland #Tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #uncharted 2022

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fandomnerd9602 · 3 months

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Uncharted Territory

Lara Croft x Drake!Reader

For @deafeningsharkslimeempath

Outside the pub windows was the blurring neon glow of London. Inside, the fire crackled merrily, casting flickering shadows on the worn wooden beams. You nursed a pint of ale, eyes following the curve of Lara's neck as she sipped her tea.

"Lost in the Amazon again, I see," she teased, her lips quirking in a smile. Her braid swung back and forth as she leaned closer, the firelight highlighting the emerald flecks in her eyes.

It wasn't every day you got to share a fire with Lara Croft, world-renowned adventurer and the love of your life. You chuckled, taking a swig of my ale. "Just trying to decipher a cryptic pirate journal Nate unearthed from his latest escapade. Apparently, there's a hidden fortune of Captain Kidd somewhere off the coast of Madagascar."

Lara scoffed, a playful glint in her eye. "Knowing Nate, it's probably buried under a pile of bad puns and empty rum bottles."

You couldn't help but agree. "Sounds about right. Though I wouldn't put it past him to actually stumble upon the loot by sheer dumb luck."

You both fell silent, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you. Dating Lara meant a life far removed from the quiet bookstore job. Her adventures brought danger and excitement. Yet, there was something undeniably thrilling about holding her hand as she recounted tales of dodging booby-trapped temples and outsmarting ruthless mercenaries.

"Are you coming, (Y/N)?" Her voice broke the stillness, her gaze softening. "To Madagascar, I mean."

You hesitated. The thought of Lara facing another treasure hunt alone gnawed at your soul. But you also knew she craved these challenges, that her curiosity and thirst for knowledge were as vital to her as air.

"Not this time, Lara," You give her hand a squeeze, not wanting to let it go. "That's Nate's turf. You know I wouldn't want to steal his thunder."

A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, but she quickly masked it. "Of course," she said, her voice light. "Besides, I don't think that island could handle two Drakes running amok."

"True enough. Though I might send Sully along to keep him out of too much trouble."

Lara laughed, her giggle was the only thing that made your existence feel like it was something. "Do that. And tell him to pack plenty of wisecracks and rum."

The rest of the evening unfolds in a warm haze of conversation and shared laughter. Reminiscing about past adventures, from misadventures exploring lost Mayan temples with Nate to Lara's encounter with a mythical serpent in the Peruvian jungle.

As the fire dwindled to embers, Lara leaned her head against your shoulder. "You know," she whispers in your ear, "the flight to Madagascar doesn't leave until the morning"

"That's still a couple hours away" you gaze meets her.

"I think we can find one or two ways to make the time fly" she gives you a wink. "My flat's not far from here"

"Lead the way" you gather up your supplies and take her arm in yours.

And with that, you and her slip out into the night, your footsteps blend together into the London streets. One little night together, a bit of wine and a whole lot of mischief.

You are (Y/N) Drake, brother of Nathan Drake, and boyfriend to the bravest, most extraordinary woman in all the world.

#tomb raider #lara croft #alicia vikander #uncharted #nathan drake #sam drake #uncharted imagine #tomb raider imagine #treasure hunter #male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader imagine #tomb raider x reader

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Nathan Drake Trapped With You In a Closet

Pairing: Nathan Drake x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, grinding, dry humping, coming in pants, thigh riding, making out, groping

A/N: It's like 7 minutes in Heaven but you didn't wanna play the game. BUT everything happening inside is consensual don't worry!

Now Nathan is pretty good at getting in and out of pretty much any situation, often completely unseen

He's pretty good at improvising but you have noticed that he gets a little anxious around you, it's usually cute, but when you get stuck in a closet together it suddenly becomes the worst time for him to be nervous

It's almost completely dark in there and it's not getting any better when you back up or arch into him when he's trying to feel for something to break you out

He tries to back up so you don't feel him getting harder against your thigh but there's not a ton of space to move

His breaking point comes when you try to reach behind him, looking for a light switch and press your breasts against his chest, and also feel his now a little prominent bulge

Can't help but buck his hips against you

Neither of you can see your faces right now but you can only guess that you're both a couple of blushing messes

He tries to back you up a little but only ends up pushing you against the wall and unintentionally grinding on you

Your hands grasp the back of his bartender vest, as you spread your legs so his leg can slide in between them

You can feel his face close to yours, his lips inches from your own

His hands smooth over your hips, his words are a whisper against your skin as he confesses that although it's not he imagined it, he would love to kiss you right now

As soon as you tell him yes his lips are on yours, hungry and passionate

He moves his leg, pressing his thigh harder between your leg so you have a surface to grind yourself on

You're getting so damn wet, he can feel the heat of your cunt though his pants

If you weren't at work he would have no problem getting on his knees and eating you out until you came, after which he would make you ride his cock until you're both shaking and panting messes

Oh that sounds like a good idea to you, in fact you wouldn't mind if he did that right now, even if you both get fired for it

He likes your enthusiasm but he also likes the job that he has, but he will take you home after the shift is over if you really want it

All this talk has you reduced to a complete mess, you tug at his shirt, sighing drag your hands across his sweaty abs and dip them just below the line of his pants

Nathan can't help but roll his hips into you

He picks you up pinning your hips with his, rolling his hard bulge over your panties, making you completely ruin them

He tells you not to hold back, you can roll your hips into him, kiss his neck, bite him, do whatever feels good for you, he just wants to hear you, to know he's making you feel good

You don't expect him to blow his load into his pants, his hips almost pistoning against your hips

Normally he'd be a little embarrassed over ruining his own pants but not when he has you rolling your hips against him so wildly, when you're whisper-screaming his name into his ear, clench your fists into the back of his shirt as your orgasm hits you

Luckily you have him to hold you up until you're both able to calm down

When someone finally comes and unlocks the door for the two of you then you're both only slightly sheepish around each other as you throw each other teasing glances during the shift

#uncharted #uncharted x reader #nathan drake #nathan drake x reader #nate drake #nate drake x reader #nathan drake imagine #nathan drake headcanons #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #uncharted movie #uncharted smut #nathan drake x female reader #nathan drake smut #tom holland smut

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tomriddlehyperfixataion · 5 months

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Tom Riddle x reader - blurb/how you(blank) because i need to write SOMETHING

How you meet - During 5th year, its a simple paired potions assignment and you end up getting paired with Tom. he's polite and charming of course, one must be to gain allies, even if they are...less, in his view.

How you gain his attention- Oddly, you don't pay attention to him like most of the girls do(frtho we all be drooling over him and blushing), you just get your work done and be polite. it gains his attention because 'whomst? doesn't react to my charms and face? i must find out the cause'. mans likes a puzzle to solve.

How it starts- he starts hanging around to try and solve the puzzle of you, he wants to know everything, every weakness and every tiny piece about the person who caught his attention. he surmises that he'll lose interest at some point once he learns enough/gains your attention like the other girls always give him. but the longer he hangs around, the more...comfortable he gets. he finds himself gravitating towards you, not really realizing whats happening until its already too late.

How he realizes- during another potions class, Slughorn was reviewing Amortentia and Tom smelled a particular scent that had him reeling back-his eyes going wide and ears turning pink. it was your perfume/shampoo/cologne/body wash/whatever. a smell he had gotten way too acquainted with over the last few months. (yes it takes him literal months to get to this point he is not a love at first sight kinda guy, he has to have some sort of connection) and he has a bit of a breakdown-because haha-WHAT!?

What happens after the realization- He distances himself right away, practically cuts contact. doesn't look at you, doesn't speak to you unless he HAS to. just goes cold turkey. right away he misses you and is just like *AHHHHHHHHHHHHH* but internally...this only lasts about two weeks before he decides 'fuck i miss them' and just stares at you for a good while before he gains to courage to go up to you and start talking again. he keeps his cool, of course he does, but inside he is screaming.

How he confesses- its right before summer break of 5th year, yes he takes forever to confess and he does it right before everyone leaves for the summer, just in case he gets rejected and doesn't have to look you in the eye until the next school term. For once he's fumbling over his words and he cant keep eye contact, his face slowly turning red as you stare at him with a small smile. depending on how you react, he'll either leave with a hidden smile or the STUPIDEST grin he's ever worn, or will wear. the grin will be if you kiss him on the cheek.

When you both come back for 6th year- Oh-he is NERVOUS-he didn't even know he COULD BE nervous. his hands are shaking slightly and he cannot focus on anything he is just so nervous about seeing you again. he hides it well, blank face and everything, but he moment he sees you at the train station, and you smile at him, he cannot help but smile back because holy shit they like me back and i wasn't delusional

lowkey i hc Tom is insecure in relationships(genuine ones)

How he is in a relationship- it takes him a long time to get properly comfortable. pulls back from any pda and wont even let you hold his hand. you can hold his sleeve or something but hand? nope. he's just so unused to being touched in a loving way that he's-almost grossed out by it? but once he finally starts to settle? ooooh he is the cuddliest thing on planet earth. feral cat that felt the loving touch of their human and now will never let them go. pda is at a minimum but now you're always holding hands in some way, pinkies interlocked and everything. study dates are the main dates, but he wont mind a date at the three broomsticks once in a while, as long as you find a quiet corner to hang out in semi-privately. will help you with homework but has to be offered something(wink wink just kidding its candy.) Major! sweet tooth, you could make him commit murder with the offer of sweets(lets be fr he wouldn't need candy to commit murder) jealous! jealous jealous jealous! and possessive, no one is allowed to talk to you, not with out several interviews from Tom and being cleared after taking a written exam on why they wouldn't try anything on his boy/girl.

loves to see you in his hoodies/sweaters, thinks its the best way other than hickeys to mark his territory. will happily give up all his hoodies to make sure everyone knows that you're his.

side note; i see so many tik toks(Slytherin boys react n stuff) that make him super threatening and menacing and willing to kill during the Hogwarts years. like he's smart. really fucking smart. he wouldn't risk anything just for someone he cares a lot about, torture? yes. kill? no. he's not stupid. he's not going to get caught over a stupid boy who gets handsy. will he later kill that idiot after graduation? yes, but during school? when Dumbledore is around to keep an eye on him? no. he's not stupid. he's not a murder machine, he's homicidal not stupid.

Anyway back to the point

Other relationship stuff-

Would take a long time to get to the point were he wants to go past kissing, hell it takes him forever to kiss you for the first time-like legit three months into the relationship. he would do knuckle/hand kisses and cheek kisses here and there-but it takes months for you guys to kiss properly for the first time. but anyway's he had never been attracted to anyone before you and takes a long time to get sexually active with you, mans is a virgin-everyone makes him a playboy and i look at his ass and go 'that man has never touched a girl a day in his life'.

So he learns with you, once he starts? oh yes he goes full horn dog. he is insatiable! cant keep his hands off you in private/semi-private. is pretty vanilla at first but he finds a spicy book and is very intrigued. learns he has a breeding kink very quickly and is very into choke play and control.

First and last love, if you ever leave him(haha you wont), he will probably never get attached to anyone romantically ever again.

Very protective and will keep you out of his 'darker' business, like the chamber and his followers and plans, wants to keep you innocent, to have something that isn't total darkness and evil. now if you're into that kinda thing he wont stop you, but he will keep you away from it all just in case.

Cold hands-will warm them up between your thighs-thick or not.

Has naturally curly hair, and only lets you see it-everyone else gets the polished hair gel look. it took him months to let you see it-but once you proclaim your love for his natural hair-he makes it a point to let you see/play with it before he puts his gel in/after he washes his hair at night.

can and will fall asleep on you, esp. if you're playing with his hair or scratching his scalp/neck, arms fully wrapped around you and konked out, very cute panther lookin ass.

steals ur pillows and switches it with his(he has good pillows and washes his bed sheets/pillow cases routinely)

mayhaps have stolen one of your blankets...you're not getting it back.

will help you do any homework you have trouble with, might even let you copy his homework for a price(wink wink fr this time)

by the end of 7th year, and you're still together, fully plans to buy a ring and marry you. no doubts about it.

#tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle #harry potter fanfiction #blub fic #what he does how it happens fic #feels good to write and post something #yes im still writing wild uncharted writers #I DONT KNOW HOW TO END IT #i did a spring ball thing in my chat ai fic but idk really waht to do for the fic

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lnfours · 1 year

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maroon ⎸ n.d

summary: you know nathan drake like the back of your hand, and he knows everything about you. your mind is always wandering back to him, even when you don’t want it to be. a huge thank u to @sunshinehollandd and @captaindanvxrs for helping with this idea and helping me edit this i love you guys so so much <3

pairing: nathan drake x fem!reader

warnings: angst, some fluff, language, drinking, nate and reader being a little toxic to each other. just pure heartbreaking stuff.

wc: a heartbreaking 1.8k

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when you first met nate, you were instantly intrigued by him. the two of you first introduced yourselves when he started working at the same bar as you. everyone else there loved him almost instantly, because who wouldn’t? he was sarcastic, witty, charming, and knew how to crack a good joke every now and again.

and, of course, he was extremely good looking.

the two of you got pretty close after consistently working shifts together. it was a friendship no one really saw coming, and didn’t seem to make sense to anyone but the two of you. of course, the closer you two got, the more your feelings for him grew. the little moments between the two of you stuck in your mind like glue, never slipping from your mind. as depressing as it seemed, you didn’t want them to fade, even if it hurt to look back on them.

you two were giggling about nothing, the city lights of new york city pouring into the room from the windows. you were leaning on your elbow, feet resting on his legs, with a bottle of rosé sitting on the floor. at the same time, the two of you talked about anything and everything.

“you know, i never understood the appeal of new york until i moved here,” you looked out the window, oblivious to the fact that his eyes wandered to your face, taking you in, “could be because i always thought it was overrated.”

he chuckled, grabbing the bottle and taking a sip from it before responding, “yeah, it’s definitely not the kind of city that's made for everyone.”

you nodded in agreement, “it grew on me. nowhere else really feels like home anymore.”

“understandable,” he replied. the music playing softly in the background slowly faded, the vinyl playing through to the end. he tapped your legs lightly, signaling you to move them. he let out a soft grunt as he stood, making his way to the record player.

“what’s next?” you asked, taking your own swig of the wine. you two had decided to open it about an hour ago, and the bottle was almost finished. you could feel the warmth in your face and you could tell your cheeks were red from the alcohol.

he hummed, putting the record back in its sleeve before skimming through your collection. his fingers stopped over one of them, pulling it out and placing it on the turntable, “something we haven’t heard in a while.”

you smiled softly as he adjusted the needle to fall to one specific spot in the vinyl, listening as one of your favorite slow songs began playing through the speakers. you smiled as he walked back over to you with his hands out for you to take them. he pulled you up to your feet, grinning as you met his gaze again.

“dance with me?”

you rolled your eyes playfully, arms wrapping around his neck as his found their home on your waist,

“always.”

the two of you swayed to the music, your head falling to his chest as you looked out the window to the city lights again.

you could stay like this forever.

you and nate were everyone's favorite couple to talk about. everyone knew how in love you were with him, and how he felt the same about you. your friends would always be the first to ask when the wedding was whenever you got together to catch up, and you’d both shake your heads and laugh, reminding them that it’s still a little too soon.

as you and nate started getting more serious, so did his relationship with sully. you knew about nate’s past, and he had let you know that he’s always wanted to find this treasure both his father and brother talked about. you had honestly tried your best to understand in vain, but supported him through his decisions regardless of your views.

the more serious the treasure hunting got, though, the less serious your relationship became. you felt like you had been placed on the back burner of his life, and it was crushing to feel so unwanted, unneeded, and pushed aside while you still loved him with every fiber of your being.

it ended in a fight. of course.

“nate, do you not hear yourself right now?!” you yelled, standing in the living room of your apartment in disbelief. he had just told you that he was going with sully to barcelona to pursue more questionable clues about treasure no one was even sure actually existed.

“do you hear yourself?” he replied, spinning your words back on you, “come on, you’re supposed to support me, not tear me down.”

“i’m not - i am! and i have been, in case you haven't noticed! but you’re telling me that you’d rather go off and possibly die over something you're not even certain exists; all for what? the adrenaline? the thrill of thinking you’ll possibly be recognized from it? i mean, you can’t even tell me that you love me, for gods sake! but you want to go halfway across the country for some made up treasure hunt without a second thought?!”

you knew your words were hurtful. but honestly, you wanted them to be. after everything he had said and done, part of you just wanted him to know how it felt to be in your shoes.

“you know it’s more than that! this is what my entire family has been after for years. ages before i ever even met you!” he said,“it’s my only chance of figuring out where my brother could be, too. how could you not get this?”

you knew how important his brother was for him, and when you saw the tears glistening in his eyes, you almost felt bad, almost stopped, almost apologized. you didn't, though, continuing,”how do you even know sam is still alive, nate? how many months has it been since you’ve even gotten a postcard?!”

he scoffed, turning away from looking at you as he gathered his things,”if you can’t respect the fact that i have to do this, that i need to at least try and find out for sure if he is alive or not, then i don’t know what i’m still doing here.”

you swallowed thickly, blinking back tears, refusing to let him see you cry over him,”and what if you die? what am i supposed to do then?”

he stopped, looking back at you, face growing cold as he threw his backpack over his shoulder, “dead or not, you can just forget about me for all i care.”

you watched as he left, the door slamming on his way out. you let the tears fall as soon as he was gone, hand covering your mouth as you let out a quiet sob.

you didn’t hear from him again.

you had no way of knowing if he even was alive, or not. the desire for information, any information, made you understand a bit more where he was coming from regarding his brother.

that didn't make you feel any better.

you walked through the streets of new york, headphones in your ears as you made your way back to your apartment after work.

you tried your best to move on, friends set you up on dates with guys they thought you’d like. you only let a couple stay around. you hated to admit it, but you just couldn’t move past nate. you knew you had to, at this point there was no sense in trying to fix something so beyond broken.

you made your way into the complex, getting out your keys and unlocking your door. as you stepped in and kicked off your shoes, you turned the lamp on.

you jumped at the figure sitting on the couch, tugging an earbud out as you shut the door,”nate?”

he smiled softly, standing as he wiped his palms against the material of his pants. his face was littered in small cuts and bruises. you stood there staring at him, trying to decipher if this was real or just your imagination.

“i’m real, don’t worry.” he said, almost like he could read your mind.

“what the hell are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms as you looked at him up and down.

“i, uhm… honestly, i don’t really know.”

“you don’t know?” you asked incredulously, “so you just invited yourself into my apartment after months of letting me wonder if you were even alive? months after breaking up with me without a second thought, all because you decided some childhood fantasy was worth more than i was?”

he sighed, “look, please don’t start this-“

you cut him off, “get out.”

he stared at you blankly, but you stood tall with your arms crossed.

“please - just let me explain.”

you shook your head, grabbing the jacket that sat on the back of the couch, “no, really, i don’t care. please get out of my apartment. now.”

he sighed softly, grabbing the jacket as he approached you. you stepped back when he got close, waving him towards the door and he nodded, resigning and reaching for the doorknob; stopping briefly on his way out to look over his shoulder as he touched it.

“i did really love you, you know? hell, i never stopped loving you,” he admitted, “i wanted to find that treasure so we could build a happy life together, no other reason.”

you couldn’t tell if he was making it up so he could stay or not. it didn't matter, anyways.

you weren't about to let the months you spent healing yourself come crumbling down because he finally wanted to tell you how he felt - if there even was any truth to his words. you had worked too hard and cried too much to let that happen.

you watched as he opened the front door, slipping out into the hallway as he closed it behind him, walking out of your life once again, not saying another word.

you locked the door and pressed your back up against the cool wood, sliding down as your knees pressed against your chest. you let the tears fall down your cheeks and onto your neck, sniffling quietly to yourself, feeling absolutely defeated.

you looked out the windows, the city lights glistening as the rain slowly trickled down the window, thinking about how you’d do anything just to be able to feel the same way you did when you danced with him in your bedroom. you loved him more than you could ever love anyone else, including yourself. you wished you could turn it off, but you knew your feelings weren't going to go anywhere. you hated him for leaving you, but at the same time you were overwhelmed with all the love you held for him with nowhere to go.

maybe you had been a bit too hard on him, but you had vowed to yourself that you’d never let someone make you feel like a second choice again. never again. you couldn't take the risk of letting the person that led you to make that vow back in your life.

you had begged to feel loved by nathan drake, but he was unable to love someone. not until it was too late.

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unchartedwrites · 9 months

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Ugh I’m constantly stalking your blog lol! Your writing is just so good haha! I was hoping to get a kinda different story I guess, where the reader is like pretty young (late teens - early twenties) and is new to the treasure hunting business, so Chloe and Nadine take the reader under their wing and let them come along but are super protective of them lol 💚

A/N: Hello there! Apologies for the delay (that’s an understatement lol). Love the idea for this, I wrote this as bullet points so I hope that is okay and sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted. Hope you enjoy!

Being new to the whole treasure hunting business meant that you weren’t too familiar with many people in the business, and to be honest you found it quite difficult to be able to find an opportunity.

Despite your vast knowledge on history and various cultures, not many other treasure hunters in the business wanted to take a gamble to hire someone new and not to mention very young.

It was then left to yourself to start your new adventure as a treasure hunter on your own, albeit it was very dangerous but you were more than capable of taking care of yourself give or take a few close calls.

It wasn’t long before you crossed paths with Chloe and Nadine who just happened to be looking for the same artifact as you.

You had quite the rich knowledge surrounding the artifact and they just happened to have the right resources.

Being rather impressed with the information you were able to provide, you decided to team up on this particular treasure hunt, agreeing in advance to have an equal cut should this be a success.

Truth be told, both Chloe and Nadine were rather impressed from the very start with your knowledge and skills despite your young age.

Given the success of the job, neither were ready to part ways with you, and you were glad since you didn’t want to either.

So you struck up an offer to continue to work together to go on further treasure hunts.

I would definitely see both Chloe and Nadine being very protective of you, they almost see you as a younger sibling. Despite knowing that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, you often notice that that one or the other is keeping a close eye on you.

Nadine would definitely make sure to teach you some basic combat and self defense moves just for precaution should you get separated. Honestly, you couldn’t have asked for a better teacher.

With Chloe, she would teach you the ins and outs of the treasure hunting business, given her own vast experience over the years on what people to look out for and how to get yourself out of a bad situation as there have been plenty of such cases.

Over the course of time working together with Chloe and Nadine, you found that you could trust them and depend on them fully.

You truly felt that you had two big sisters who had your back and you had theirs.

#uncharted imagines #chloe frazer x reader #chloe frazer headcanons #nadine ross x reader #nadine ross headcanons

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mxlktxa · 7 months

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sam drake fic soon, idc how old this any game is im excited to technically talk about it

#𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ⋆˚✿˖°#uncharted fanfiction #uncharted imagine #uncharted imagines #uncharted sam drake #sam drake imagine #sam drake x reader #sam drake #sneek peak #this will be posted soon!!!#its super long tho #at least in my opinion #ugh i want uncharted mutuals #idc if this game is old

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spider-man-199999 · 11 months

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The bracelet pt 2

pairing: Nathan Drake x Reader

word count: 4,4 K

warnings: 18+; smut; public sex; unpotected sex

summary: You meet Nathan while he's working at the bar. He recognizes you and tries to steal your bracelet because he knows you're filthy rich. Instead, you manage to steal his heart.

Read part 1 here!

a/n: I didn't proof read the smut part but there goes nothing!

A couple of months went by since Nate decided to disappear into thin air. It was such a pitty that it had to end before it even began, which made your already broken heart ache even more. People say the best remedy in such cases is to drown yourself in so much work. That was precisely what you wered trying to do. You spent most of your days in the hotel, deciding the lobby and bar could use a renovation. Not that it looked bad before, but you needed a fresh start with this place. Your ex was not very keen on the idea of change but reluctantly agreed to let you do as you pleased, as long as it would keep you busy. So, two months after the start of this ambitious project, you were standing in the brand-new lobby of The Ritz-Carlton. You did your best to keep the spirit and style of the building but with a few modern touches of technology, which appealed so much more to the guests. The hotel was more busy with events than ever before, weddings, galas, balls, charity events, all because of the work you had but in. Bussiness was really picking up, The Ritz-Carlton had turned in the hottest spot in New York.

Besides the undeniably significant time and effort you had dedicated to the marketing of the place, your personal life seemed like it was put on hold. The paparazzi had been sneaking around town, trying to catch a sight of you doing something mildly interesting. However, they would fail miserably to this task. All of the recent news about you were only in regards of The Ritz-Carlton and event you had organized, praises on your astonishing work. Occasionall pictues of you and some friends clothes shopping would appear here and there but nothing major or scandalous.

At other times, late at night when you were laying in your king-sized bed and staring the ceiling, while the city lights shined through the thin curtians of your bedroom, your mind couldn't help but wander. And somehow it would always end up on Nate. Restlessly wondering what he was doing, where he was. But wherever he was, whatever he was doing, the only place you knew for sure he was never going to leave, was your head. After his departure you didn’t really have any interest in dating, even declining a few date offers from some very wealthy and famous people. Trying to mingle was not necessarily a bad thing, but every time such thoughts popped up in your head, you’d look out the window and see the faint sparkles of the same stars that Nate spent hours talking about. It made you feel nostalgic, knowing no one else could ever take you on a date and make something casual appear so fun. That alone made you give up on the idea of pursuing someone else, at least for the time being.

And while you were busy buraying your head into the piles and piles of demanding and much nessecary work, Nate himself had very different plans. He took the task of becoming wealthy to heart and persused that with the first opportunity that he stumbled upon. That was exactly why he took up Sully's proposal to work together and left. He left for long, but not for good. Now that he had a few dollars in his pocket, he decided it was time to make his advancment towards you showing you his brand new persona. His heart was filled with excitemet and anxiety, he knew he was gone for a long time but he hoped that you had kept your promise and waited for him. He was trying his best to keep up with the news about you, reading every newspaper, magazine, interview. All this time he was thinking of you, dreaming of you. The man wanted to tell you everything, to explain where he went, to watch your fascinated eyes sparkle while he told you the story of his adventure with Sully. So, as soon as he came back to New York, he stated working on his new, expensive image. He changed his wardrobe, his car, he rented out a new place. A whole new man by the looks of it, but not in his heart, not in his feelings for you. He renovated himself the way you were renovating The Ritz-Carlton. So, a month after he came back, a month after all the work, he decided it was finally time to approch you.

The day seemed like any normal day for you, sitting at your desk in the office of the hotel, filling in the upcoming events in the callendar. You checked on the progress of the current agenda - a wedding. You made a few phone calls and after doing the diplomatic work, that took no longer than a couple of hours, you decided to run some personal errands, such as picking up drycleaning and other mundane tasks. You stored most of your personal items in a room in the hotel for covenience, but it did mean that sometimes, like today, you had to leave the place with a few zipper bags full of clothes. The weather was starting to get colder and colder with each day, warm and careless summer nights seemed like only a memory that was sitting close to your heart now. The leaves were starting to change colors but that did not make New York look any less beautiful on your side of town. But the chilly weather meant warmer clothes, and a need to add a lot more layers on your body before walkig outside.Fortunately enough the sweather dress you had on was still going to do the job if you to put a coat on top, which annoyed you to an unbelieveble extent. It just meant more weight on you as you carried the cleaned clothes all the way back to your apartment. Holding the, what felt like an ungodly amount of weight of clothes over you shoulder, you walked out of the building. You were met by a gigantic rose bouquet, probably 50 roses or more, right in front of your face, held up by someone who you couldn't quite see. You shook your head, moving past the person and walking away.

"Hey, hey, Y/N, come on" you heard from behind you, the voice was somehow familiar but you couldn't link it to a face for the first few seconds.

You turned around, freezing in your spot, but not because of the low temperature outside.

"I've been standing here for hours and you won't even say hi" he laughed, moving to hold the bouquet in only one of his arms "You have no idea how many excited screechings I had to go through, followed by disappointed looks. Have I really become this unattractive?"

You were still frozen in your tracks while he went on, trying to process the sight in front of your eyes combined with the information in your brain. Your head felt like it was spinning and everything was somehow like it was in a haze.

"I think you managed to break me" you finally spoke. And it was the truth, the shock had taken over your body. It felt like you were dreaming. Did you accidentally fall asleep in your hotel room? You couldn't really tell.

"Well, I was hoping for more of an excited running into my arms, maybe even shedding a happy tear."

"Nate what the actual hell?"

It finally got through to you. Nathan Drake was standing right there, in front of you, a bouguet of 50 roses in his hands. He was dressed in a black tuxedo that hugged his body perfectly, his dark hair was styled back with gel. He looked even better than you remembered, making your heart beat so fast that you felt like you were going to faint. He laughed softly at your shocked reaction, making a few steps towards you.

"If you're not going to hug me, can I hug you at least?" He asked, wrapping the free arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

You wrapped your own free arm around him, your head rested against his body as you closed your eyes. You still couldn't believe he was really there, but the warmth of his torso was proving you otherwise. Hot streams of tears rolled down your cheeks, your emotions prevailing.

"Oh my god is that Dior?" you sniffled softly against his chest once you opened your eyes, them landing on the fabric of his clothes.

"I had to impress you." he shrugged and let go of you, brusbing a tear from your face. "There they are, the trears!" he chuckled.

You shook your head in disbelief, taking a step back from him. You had so many questions to ask, it felt like your head was going to explode, followed by the rest of your body. A cool breeze blew past the two of you, making your hair softly sway to the side while you held eye contact with him. It kind of brought you back into reality, in your dreams it was never cold, just endless summer.

"I have so many things to ask-" you started, but were cut off by the flowers being shoved in your face.

"Take these, my back hurts, I've been carrying them for so long"

"I have 3 bags of drycleaning in my hands, literally" you whined to him, moving the bags to your front and with a swift motion placing them over your forearm.

"Well in such case, why don't we take my car and you can ask anything you'd like?" he offered, reaching in his pocket and taking out the keys to unlock a black Mercedez GL that was parked on the street next to the two of you.

"That's your car?"

"Yes" he replied shortly, opening the back door and placing the roses inside gently.

"Who are you? What did you do to Nate?"

He laughed at your response, taking your bags off of you and putting them in the car as well before he grabbed your hand and pulled you towardws him. Like the gentleman he was, his arm wrapped around your waist before he held the passenger door for you, closing it after you sat inside.

"Can I ask my questions now?" you asked once the two of you drove off in an unknown to you direction.

"You can ask and ruin my very cool bad ass story about how I have money now or..." he said, turning his head towards you with a playful spark in his eyes and and a cheerful smile. "You could wait for us to get where I'm taking you and let me explain everything."

"Yeah I think I preffer asking, actually"

He shook his head and laughed at you, stopping at a red light.

"Okay fine, but you're totally killing the vibe."

"Okay I'll ask only one question now and you can tell me your mindblowing story whenever you think is best."

"We have a deal."

"Fine, then, why didn't you warn me about leaving? It was kind of scary to just have you stop showing up to work one day."

Heavy silence followed after your question echoed into the car. You turned your head to stare at his expression, studying his side profile. You could see his brows furrow while he thought of the answear, one arm let go of the wheel, elbow against the armrest on the car door while he rubbed a finger under his nose, his hand covering his mouth. He kind of seemed nervous.

"Well, honestly it wasn't something I planned to happen, it just did." he said finally.

It was your turn to furrow your brows now, but in utter confusion.

"You make it sound like you were abducted"

"More like recruited? I didn't have the time to find you and explain everything, and it's not like I have your number to call. You wanted to keep things professional between us. And I couldn't even think about explaining anything back then, you know? I wasn't really sure what was going to happen either."

"But it was scary. We didn't know if you were alive or not, you could have gotten into an accident or something, I had no information on you. I made the restaurant manager call you and your phone was turned off, I called in all the hospitals in the region around the hotel and around your apartment for you."

"I didn't know you were so worried."

"I was, I felt horrible and responsible. For a moment I thought about calling the police and tell them you were missing."

"Gosh, you care so much about me? It's almost as if you like me or something?" he joked, trying to break the tense atmosphere.

"Oh my god" you whispered in annoyance, laughing softly at his words.

It was odd, you never imagined yourself actually being into someone like him, someone so different to the men you were used to dating. But there you were, in his car, following him with no direction to wherever he pleased to go. Before you even had time to try and continue this conversation, he parked the car and turned the engine off.

The second you stepped out of the car, you were greeted by the sounds of waves crashing into land and the fresh smell of salt water. It was already late in the evening when Nate picked you up from the hotel, which meant it had gotten cold enough outside to make you shiver, even without the soft breeze that was blowing. You looked around, your attention immediately captured by the flickering lights of the amusement park on Coney Island. Unfortubately for you, who got excited from the thought of riding some of the rides with Nate, even if it meant you would look like crazy people wearing something so formal there, the park was closed and everyone was long gone. Your head turned to look for Nate in confusion, seeing him stand next to you with his hands in his pockets. He reached out a hand for you, taking yours and motioning for him to follow you. And you did, once again, follow him without asking any questions. He lead you towards the beach, an area that was unfamiliar to you. Soon you reached a big bell tent, open and inside there was a set-up simillar to your first date night with him - poof chairs, blankets, fairly lights. He walked you inside, helping you sit on one of the poof chairs and plopping down on one himself. You coudln't lie, it was so thoughtful, so beautiful and romantic. For the second time this cocky, slightly annoying man had left you speechless. You were so mesmerized by the scenery that you didn't even notice him stand and take out a bottle of champage out of somewhere and pour it in two glasses. You took one of them, clicking it with his before taking a sip.

"Nate this is... I don't even know what to say."

"Don't get used to it, it's my apology for leaving the way I did." He sat down next to you

"Well that was anticlimatic"

"I didn't mean it that way." he rolled his eyes, placing the glass on the ground. "I wanted this to be special, we haven't seen each other in so long and in my head this whole thing was going to happen in the summer but plans got delayed."

"Is now the time for you to tell me the amazing story of Nathan Drake's adventure?"

"You bet it is!" he laughed.

And he did tell you everything, about his brother and about Sully. He he went into great detail about everything that he went through in the last few months. And while he was speaking, you were going through every possible emotion you could think of, listening with your jaw practically on the floor. He would laugh at your reactions, copying your face to make fun of you.

"You're awful!" you would whine, hitting his chest playfully

"Oh, I'm awful? Why are you here then?"

"You're lucky, I like awful."

''You know..." he started, taking his glass and finishing the remaining content in it. "The whole time I couldn't really stop thinking about you."

Silence suddnely fell upon the two of you after his words, making your gaze turn from the pleasant view of the outside beach to the more pleasant one, his eyes.

"I thougut about you too" you whispered softly.

"It got the point where I couln't really... get rid of this" he reached for the inside pocket of his tux, taking out the diamond bracelet that you gave him.

It sparkled softly under the soft fairly lights around you. Your eyes stared at his hand, moving rapidly between his face and his palm. You couldn't believe your eyes. No matter how hard you tried, the damn bracelet somehow just wouldn't leave your life. Truthfully, you didn't really know what you were feeling in that moment. You were upset because you wanted to get rid of it at all cost, but in a weird, nostalgic way, you were glad to see it.

"Actually, I had it on me the whole time, to remind me of you." he spoke after he noticed your state.

Suddenly all the negative associations you had with the expensive item melted away and were replaced by the hearthwarming feelings his words brought. He put the bracelet on your wrist, making you shiver with the contact.

"Can I be honest about something?" you asked, your eyes fixed on the diamonds.

He nodded in response, making you look back at him.

"Truly, I've never met anyone so... romantic?"

"After everything you thought THAT was romantic?"

"No, I mean this whole thing. The flowers, the beach, the bracelet. This is more romantic than a proposal, and I've been proposed to... twice."

"The beach was actually a reference to something else." He mumbled before taking a sip from his glass.

It made you think for a second and suddenly the memory of your first intearaction came to the surface, making you blush.

"You dog!" you laughed, looking at him with the side of your eye.

He laughed as well, laying on his side, turning his body in your direction.

"Come here." he said, reffering to his chair.

You did your best to move over to him eleganly, not sure how well it worked out judging by his giggles. Or maybe he was just tipsy from the champagne? You sat down next to him, having him wrap an arm around your shoulders like he did on your first date. Your head rested against his chest while you snuggled up against him, only now realizing how actually cold you were before that. You closed your eyes, listening to the rythmic sound of his heartbeat as your hand rested against his stomach. You couldn't tell how long you sat there like this before you started playing with his tie. He noticed your actions, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before his hand travelled down to your waist, drawing soft circles on it. In the moment of silence, you could hear the sound of waves crashing in the background and it felt so calm, so perfect, even. Nate's hand was now slowly travelling up and down your back, going further down with each movement, until it finally landed on your butt. You giggled into his chest when you felt his hand there, making you look up at him. The both of you stared into each other's eyes for what felt like forever, until his lips finally crashed into yours. The kiss was passionate and long, it tasted like champagne and it was enough to make your head spin, while your hand left the tie alone and moved to his shoulder. His grip on your ass was now harsh and needy, trying to pull your hips closer to his own while he was squeezing. You broke the heated kiss to catch your breaths, suddenly feeling shy because of the butterflies that were going wild to the rythm of your heartbeats. You started kissing his jawline, softly, to hide that fact, your hand loosening the tie around his neck. Nate was quick to get out of his jacket, throwing it on the floor. His hands found their way back to your body, touching and grabbing everything he could. You took off his tie, placing it over your own head. He laughed at your act, pulling you by that same tie now and kissing you hungrily again. This time he was even more passionate, if that were even possible, his tongue danced against yours while his hands grabbed your wast and pulled you over on top of him, making you sit on his lap. Your hands were grabbing his hair, ruining the way he had styled it. After a few minutes of making out, you broke the kiss for air again. Now he looked more like the Nate you remembered, no fancy tuxedo, no tie, just a normal, very handsome guy. You smiled at him, undoing the bottons on his shirt while his hands roamned around your body. Once the shirt was undone and open, you had to bite your lip at the sight of his body. You knew he was toned, you just didn't know he was actually shredded as well. He smiled confidently at your reaction, but you kissed him before he could make the snarky comment you knew was already formed in his head.

You were growing more and more needy for him by the minute and he knew. Truth was, the feeling was mutual. He spent too many nights alone in bed thinking about this, thinking about you, imagining the exact moment your hands would be in his hair, his lips would be on yours. He couldn't help but be impatient, try to push you towardws going further and further into the heat of the moment. And while he was so lost in this timeless dance of your tongues together, the reality of his deepest desire being better than anything he could ever imagine, you had to break the kiss, making him moan with annoyance.

"Can we really do it here?" You asked, out of breath

"What's stopping us?" he asked back, attacking your jaw and neck with his lips.

"Well it's kind of... public?"

"You were the one.... who wanted.... sex on the beach" he said between kisses.

"The cocktail, Nate"

"I suggested the cocktail, you wanted the other thing"

"You really need to learn when to shut up"

"You need to learn how to lose an arguement"

You rolled your eyes at him but kissed him again, your hands undoing his belt and pants. He was smiling through the whole kiss, which made you even more annoyed with his cockiness. Speaking of cock, his was painfully hard, and you could tell by the way it twitched when your hand accidentally brushed against it in the process of unzipping his pants. You wasted no time, your eagerness was matching his and the thrill of someone catching you in the act was sending a type of feeling through your veins that you couldn't remember feeling before. Was it adreanline? Or were you just incredibly turned on? You slipped his member out of the boxers as well, giving it a few strokes with your hand which resulted in a hitched breath, followed by moans from Nate. He wasn't going to waste time either, hand slipping under your dress and pulling your panties to the side so he could touch you as well. The kiss was broken at that point, both of you looking into eachother's eyes. You two knew already there was no need for any foreplay since you were almost dipping on his fingers now and without saying anything, he grabbed your waist ang guided you to hover above him. The poof was a bit too unstable to help you with balancing on your knees but it had to do. Your hand held his dick in place before you slipped down on it slowly, making Nate throw his head back in ecstacy.

"This is so much better than I expected" he said holding you down while you were adjusting to the size.

It didn't take you long, pecking his lips before you started moving your hips in circles while you watched the expression on his face change from sweet and loving to lustful. He helped you move up and down his lenght because your mind was now too preoccupied and overstimulated to have such a complex thought about rythim and movement. It was all him and him only, nothing else in the world existed but this. He pulled your chess to his while you bounced on him, his hands now on your ass to guide you while his moans filled your ear. You weren't holding back on moaning or saying his name either, it simply felt too good to even try. Your hands were touching his muscles while you moved, your lips nibbling and biting on his neck. At some point your nails were digging into the skin of his chest and arms, but your mind was too clouded to even notice that. All you could really feel was the way he stretched your walls, his own hips now moving upwards to be fucking into you. You bit on his shoulder as you felt your walls tightening around him, and from the looks of it, he was feeling that you were close as well. He groaned your name deciding it was a good idea to push your hips down while he slammed himself into you, making you yelp as he hit a spot you didn't know existed. It felt so good you were having doubts it was real. You started screaming his name, feeling yourself finally release onto him while he moaned and moved. His hand travelled up from your ass to your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling you into a very tight hug while he moaned and groaned. You felt him cum inside you just as you were done with your orgams, your body collapsing onto his. You sat like this for a while, panting, hearts wildly beating.

"You have to tell me where you get your clothes dry cleaned, my pants are ruined"

"Jesus Christ, Nathan! I just gave you an orgasm and you're thinking about dry cleaning?"

"Yeah because of that orgasm, my pants are ruined, we orgasmed everywhere!"

You sat up to look at him, your hands on his chest while you shook your head.

"Okay fine. Our second date will be at the dry cleaners."

"Technically this was the second date."

"I hate you, so much."

"Oh, darling, we both know you don't."

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