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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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Hii can you write a nathan young fic that he really likes the reader but tries to hide his feelings until something happens makes him tell her how much he likes her

Tia💗

hey honey! I apologise for taking so long, but I hope you like it!

summary - nathan has been crushing on you since the beginning, but it takes something terrible to happen for him to finally man up.

warning - slight angst, violence (not too bad).

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Nathan didn’t know how it had happened or why he had fallen for you, but he did. You were possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, which was messing with his mind. Ever since the storm that gave everyone weird abilities, Nathan had become protective over you. You were so cute and fragile, but the power you held was dangerous, and sometimes he feared that if you showed the wrong person, they’d take you away from him.

He had done so well hiding how he felt about you, everything was going fine, and it wasn’t like you needed to know how he felt. You would never feel the same for the cocky Irish boy anyway. You deserved better, and you were better. So why did something have to happen? Who knew that when a freak storm gave everyone powers, it would become like those American superhero movies? All of the bad guys came out of the woodwork, and for some reason, the misfits thought they had to be the ones that saved the day.

Why did you have to be so kind? Why did you have to go near that man? You knew he was dangerous, yet you thought you could help, and Nathan loved that about you, but right now, he hated it as he watched the man throw you around. He knew he could’ve easily taken your place, but his mind was stupid, not allowing his legs to move no matter how much he wanted to move them.

When the rest of the gang managed to distract the man, leading him away from your tired and bruised body. Nathan ran over, kneeling to the ground and pulling you into him. “Oh god! I’m sorry, love! Don’ die on me! Dammit, I shoulda done more to help!” Nathan strokes your cheek gently, looking down at you with sad eyes. “I like ya, dammit! Don’ die on me so I can take ya out!” He begs and pleads.

You groan before giggling softly, peering up at the curly-haired man. “I like you too, dumbass. What took you so long?”

Nathan’s lips widen into a watery smile, and he laughs. “Tank god! Taugh’ I lost ya!” He hugs you against him, and he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. “Liked ya since da beginnin’.”

You squeeze his hand. “I’ve liked you since the beginning too.”

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vamphrrr · 2 months

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why has robert sheehan played two immortal characters that can see ghosts

#should i make a nathan oneshot/fic #like im in love with him ngl #robert sheehan #nathan young #klaus hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua #misfits #misfits tv

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super-unpredictable98 · 2 years

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Okay, so I just had this thought and thought I'd throw it in as a request (if you want). But Nathan trying to be sexy for Lydia, surprising her with an awkward strip tease/lap dance >:3

Take It Off

Pairing: Nathan x Lydia (OC - Hard Candy’ verse)

Word Count: around 1 k

Warning: Strong language, sexual content

(Masterlist)

Our honeymoon had been like most honeymoons, lots of sex with some sightseeing in between. Nathan and I made a little trip to Limerick to visit his gran (lovely lady, by the way, she absolutely adores me and my cooking) and see some of the attractions in my travel guide. After the hour-long journey back to our resort, I was absolutely exhausted.

Nate decided to take a shower while I headed to the spa first for a quick massage and maybe a soak.

"Are you sure you don't wanna come with me? I don't mind if you get a boner again, the masseuse told me it's very normal actually," I shrugged.

"Nah, I actually have somethin' t'do right now. You can go ahead and enjoy it, I'll be waiting for you in the room when you're back."

"What is it?"

"That's a secret, but make sure you're nice and horny when you get back. I'll be the one to give you a soak then..." Nate winked, stealing a kiss before heading to the elevator.

Of course I couldn't concentrate or relax at all, only imagining what he had in store to surprise me. I had many ideas, but didn't wanna raise my expectations too much despite knowing nobody knew me and my desires better than him.

When I returned to the room, all the lights were dimmed and Nathan was laying down, wearing a schoolgirl uniform and a pair of high heels, very Hit Me Baby One More Time. My initial reaction was to laugh, because of how awkwardly he was positioned, but when I stopped to get a good look... He was so hot in that outfit.

"What... Is going on?" I couldn't help but smile.

"I prepared a little surprise that I thought you might enjoy," he crossed his legs, playing with his curls teasingly. "Sit down, I've been practicin' this for a while."

"Yeah, of course, you look so pretty," I sighed, watching as he set up the music for the moment.

The chosen song was I Touch Myself by Divinyls, which absolutely matched the theme of the costume in the most hilarious way possible, but I tried my best to keep a straight face, not wanting him to feel embarrassed, even if Nathan was practically unimbarrassable. I didn't want him to feel like I was ridiculing his efforts.

"Your sexy husband knows exactly what you like," he purred, nearly falling when he stumbled because of the shoes which he decided to take off before a bigger accident could happen and ruin the show.

"Hell yeah! I can bump your grade up to an A+," I teased, giving his ass a smack. "When did you have time to rehearse that?"

"After everyone fell asleep at the stag party," Nathan ripped the tiny shirt open and tossed it at me. He was wearing a lacy bra and I had to admit it looked really good on him. "I remembered that time with the donations, y'fancied me in lingerie."

"Yeah I do, you look really cute," I praised, a combination of horny and cringe twisting my stomach, but I never loved him as much as I did then. He did all of that for me, probably the most romantic thing I had ever seen.

My husband's ego is already massive, but I know how insecure he can get, and like it or not, it was a very vulnerable moment for him. Luckily my comments seemed to fill him with pride, he was shaking his ass, dancing around, grinding on my lap while guiding my hands all over his body.

I unhooked his bra with one of my hands while running my fingers through his curls, kissing his bare chest. The more I got into it, the more turned on I got, the song changing to Naughty Girl by Beyoncé was actually good and it helped set the mood.

That was until he pulled his skimpy skirt off, revealing the tiniest thong underneath which had not nearly enough fabric to cover all his bits and his balls were just dangling over the side like a Christmas ornament. I tried very hard, but that's when I lost it, I couldn't stop laughing.

"Lollipop!" Nathan cried turning off the music and covering his crotch. "It was the only one I could find in your drawer that fit me... Don't laugh!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to," I covered my mouth, shaking my head as I watched that unusual expression on his face, I had only seen it a couple of times, that hint of embarrassment that broke my heart. "It was really sexy, I swear! I just didn't expect that... Visual."

"It's not my fault my cock takes all the space, it's too big," he jumped back into bed, angrily taking the knickers off and tossing them away, hiding under the blankets. "You didn't have t'cackle like that."

"Babe, I wasn't making fun of you, you know that. I do think you look very hot in that outfit," I joined him, trying to pull him closer for a kiss, but his wounded ego made him turn his face. "You're funny, I thought you did it on purpose."

"I'm funny, there's no discussion, but I can be serious too," Nathan finally looked at me. "I wanted t'make you all horny and do somethin' nice for you."

"It was very nice. I loved it, I promise," I assured, covering him in kisses.

"Are you horny?" He murmured, looking up at me like a puppy.

"Very, always."

Accepting my answer, Nate finally shut his eyes awaiting his kiss, which I was more than happy to give him. As soon as our lips met, nothing else mattered. I always say there's nothing sexier than someone who can make me laugh, even if it is by accident.

"Next time you might wanna try a nurse costume though," I whispered.

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unchartedperils · 1 year

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Hi. I’m back into Tomb Raider after 4+ months away. And do I have yet another WIP Fanfic in the works:

As you know, I love to kidnap my video game women. Including one certain Lara Croft. 2013 gets too much hate for it (even if they sorta went overboard first 20 mins with Torture Lara Croft Simulator 2013), but Lara eventually toughens up enough to save her friends and destroy the curse that is Yamatai and it’s Sun Queen.

When I finally played 2013 last year, some bad plot and aged/broken at times gameplay aside…it’s a brilliant and unique game that begins the road to this new Lara Croft being A SURVIVOR who still wants to honor her father, but in the right way.

In particular did I really love her surrogate father-daughter relationship with Conrad Roth, a English Royal Marine turned sailor and freelance treasure hunter. Roth was her dad’s best friend and bodyguard, promising to look after Lara upon Richard’s death. He’s watched Lara grow up into a young woman who’s too set for adventure. But his Endurance Expedition and it’s unfortunate marooning will not only test their relationship, but their bonds with the rest of the crew as well.

In essence, Conrad Roth is Lara Croft’s counter to Victor “Goddamn” Sullivan and his relationship with Nathan Drake.

With all of that said, let’s get to the fic setup: this is a planned Tomb Raider 2013 Fix It/AU. As usual with most of my fics, expect “Damsel Whump” a tad more often or two than even 2013 showed. Aka more Lara Croft and you guessed it: She WILL be properly BOUND AND GAGGED (likely too alongside her best friend Samantha Nishimura in THAT SCENE included).

But it’s not just damsel whump I want to feature: I want to do what 2013 unfortunately failed to do beyond certain dialogue and a very few select moments (unfortunates over half of Lara’s development in the Survivor Trilogy is via her Survivor comics set before and in-between 2013/Rise+Rise/Shadow) and that is CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. I want to tell more about Lara and Roth’s bond as well as the rest of the gang, including Lara’s best friendship Sam and how she is always doing her best even in the face of danger to boost Lara’s fragile confidence up.

Btw I will go ahead and spoil one plot point in which I want to do: I want Roth to LIVE PAST 2013 and INTO RISE. Granted, thanks to the events of my current WIP (crossover with Uncharted post-Lost Legacy featuring Sam Drake and Chloe Frazer), Roth will still perish. But I feel like he deserves more time to shine before his eventual demise in Lara’s arms.

And I will give one more major plot point I want to develop: Lara’s other mentor in 2013 is Dr. James Whitman, an American archeologist who to not say too much…doesn’t have the most outgoing or caring personality. How does he get to this point and will his and Lara’s bond ever be repaired? Find out already in this opening chapter!

With all that said and done, here’s Chapter 1 of Tied Up Tomb Raider 2013: Bondage of the Sun Queen! Chapter 1 alone contains creepy behavior including non consensual touching and oogling, kidnapping, non consensual bondage, and implied rape. But expect in future chapters the strong language, violence with blood, gore, and featuring of major character deaths through the fic to come along with of course more non con (won’t do explicit rape compared to many of my darkest stuff here, but for those fans of my darkest stuff: I’ll likely do some oneshot stuff or even short chapter AUs of Lara, Sam, and maybe even Joslin Reyes having their way with 😈)!

Oh and PS, hope you enjoy the manips down below too in addition to our opening chapter. PPS, now I’m wanting to write a weird out of left field crossover between Tomb Raider 2013 and Grand Theft Auto down the line. Read the captions and you’ll tell the potential plot bunny. 😏

#tomb raider #tomb raider 2013 #lara croft #conrad roth #samantha nishimura #james whitman #damsel #bound and gagged damsel #kidnap whump #damsel in distress #fix it fic #manipulation #grand theft auto #crossover plot bunny

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kwbih · 1 year

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say-writes-sometimes · 3 years

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"So maybe I am jealous"

Nathan Young x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: nothing really but slight language, heavy kissing

a/n: This is just Nathan getting jealous when you go to the bar, he starts getting a little possessive

This is my first Nathan Fic so yeah, constructive criticism is definitely wanted 💛

As you were cleaning the windows of the community center you were not oblivious to the glances Nathan threw at you. This had been going on for a while now and you were desperately waiting for him to finally make a move. He was usually too cocky for his own good, but when you actually wanted him to be honest and upfront he kept his pretty lips sealed.

You thought your hints were quite obvious, the way you laughed at his bad jokes and smiled at his disgusting antics. Nathan didn't seem to pick up on all of this though.

Wiping down the soapy window, you spied a young man walking through the community center looking around rather lost. You walked past Nathan, sparing him a lingering gaze he didn't notice and stalked through the double doors into the community center.

-"hey, I saw you wandering around in there multiple times, uhm anyway can I help you find your way?"

-"yeah that would be nice. This place is like a labyrinth and I keep on walking the same halls over and over again"

-"oh, believe me I know. Where can I guide you... ?", you asked noticing you didn't know his name yet and letting your sentence drifting off into nothingness.

- "I'm sorry, it's Ken, I am looking for Sally, do you happen to know her?"

-" I'm [y/n]. I know Sally, she must be wandering around here somewhere doing whatever she does all day long, but I can show you to her office if you like?"

-"Thank you [y/n], you are my saviour!"

You chuckled lightly at his comment and started to lead him to Sally's office, still smiling softly to yourself. Ken was a good looking young fella, there was no denying that. Easy conversation flowed between the two of you as you passed the window the other five were currently cleaning. You could feel their gazes on you as you passed. Nathan's eyes followed you far longer down the halls than you would have expected.

-"What is she doing there with that twat?", Nathan exclaimed rather irritated.

-"What do ya think, dickhead, she's talking to him", Kelly stated matter-of-factly while rolling her eyes at Nathan. His thoughts kept bothering him. He didn't know why he was so irritated by you hanging around with another guy, it's not like there was something going on between them, was there?

You arrived Infront of the office doors and saw Sally sitting inside talking animately on the phone.

-"I should get going before she sees me. I don't want to get any more work put on my shoulders today. See yah around sometime?", you said hurriedly, really not wanting Sally to catch you there when you had work to finish.

-"wait!", Ken called out to you as you turned around, "would you like to go out for a drink tonight?", he finished, his cheeks starting to glow in soft hues of red. His smile stayed on, though, and turned quite cheeky. He was up for mischief and you most definitely knew it. He actually had the balls to ask you out, unlike the guy you set your eyes on. Getting your mind of Nathan for a night won't hurt right?

-"yes I would like that"

-"I will meet you here at seven then [y/n]?"

You agreed before bidding your goodbyes and hurrying back to the windows, smiling goofily.

"Mind telling us who the guy was [y/n]?", Alisha asked smirking, nudging a very grumpy looking Nathan.

"Uhm, that was Ken, wanted to talk to Sally I guess", you answered, unsure where this conversation would lead.

"he looks like he could give you right a good time, you know?", Alisha added, evil smirk broadening, splitting her face.

Nathan grumbled a quiet "I'm done" under his breath while turning to leave.

"I might find out t'night, we're going out for a couple pints at the bar later", you answered not knowing whether or not you wanted Nathan to hear about your plan. The question answered itself as soon as you finished when Nathan twirled back around, eyebrows pulled together and exclaimed: "Oh really? Have fun shaggin' the bastard then tonight". You noticed the sarcastic tone in his voice and for a split second you thought you heard a pinch of pain in his voice, but the thought disappeared as soon as Nathan stomped away.

"What's the matter with 'im?", Kelly wondered out loud. The answer was unknown to you all, Kelly probably hearing your thoughts trying to put the pieces together.

Later in the locker room you took your time, hoping to get a moment alone with Nathan but he seemed to be too much in a hurry to get away from you. He did not look back, he didn't even say goodbye to anyone that day. You tried to shrug it of as well as you could while changing out of your orange jumpsuit.

At seven sharp you reached the Community Center and saw Ken already waiting for you, looking at his watch absentmindedly. As you reached him you couldn't help but smile. He was dressed in Jeans and a dress shirt. You looked out of place dressed in your usual jeans and sweatshirt.

-"You look lovely tonight [y/n]", Ken beamed at you.

-"Thank you, you don't look too shabby yourself there", you answered, slightly blushing at his words.

You walked to the bar close to each other but not quite touching. Smalltalk flooded the cool evening air and you welcomed the comfortable heat inside the bar he chose, as you stepped over the threshold.

He was the definition of a gentleman all throughout the date. Polite, charming. But something put you off, it seemed forced and not genuine. Nonetheless you enjoyed yourself and you had a good time.

He walked you home that night, confidently grasping your hand, his grip was tight and not comforting at all, but you brushed it off. When the two of you arrived at your doorstep you lingered for a few moments.

-"so this is it. That's me right here."

The moment you said that Ken leaned down and his face closed in on yours. Shocked and overwhelmed by his sudden action you turned your head away. His lips brushing your cheeks instead. He pulled away, "when will I see you again?", he sighed.

-"soon", was the only thing you muttered as you turned and opened your door, slipping inside and leaning against the closed door, letting out the breath you held.

As you walked to Community Service early the next morning you thought back to the little date you had the night prior. Even though it brought a slight smile to your face and a glow to your skin, it also made you shiver slightly.

Last night after the community service Nathan left the locker room as fast as he could. He didn't want to talk to [y/n] then, he doesn't want to now either. In his tiny mind you chose that bastard over him. So that night he sat alone on the balcony, letting his legs tumble down swinging them lightly. He had pizza that night, but the knot in his stomach didn't let him finish it. He himself couldn't tell what was wrong. A scowl decorated his usually carefree face.

"Ken? What's that for a Barbie doll shit name?", he mumbled to himself. But there is no way he could be jealous of that wanker.

Nathan looked into the mirror. He had it all, face, body hell his hair should be enough to sweep [y/n] of her feet.

He was back to his cocky self when you entered the locker room, slight spring in your step and a gentle smile tugging at your lips.

"Hey there, how are you today?", you greeted him, trying to sound casual.

"Amazing, why wouldn't I be ? How was your date with Barbie?", he bit back.

"Is somebody jealous?", you teased wondering where this new found confidence came from.

"Why would I be jealous of him? I mean have you seen him? Have yah seen me? ", Nathan replied hastily, you could see his tough exterior faltering slightly.

"Nathan, I think you are", you were getting more and more sure of yourself, some might even say you were getting cocky.

"So yeah maybe I am jealous but what does that matter anyway now? You got that dickhead with ya now", he didn't even try to hide his sarcastic tone.

"Who told you that, I am nobody's property", you told Nathan as you stepped closer to him, "I think you're cute when you're jealous, Nathan".

"I am not cute [y/n], do you want me to proof that to yah?", Nathan , now smirking, closed the distance between the two of you. You backed up against the cold metall of the locker with a thud. His green eyes bored steadily into yours, occasionally flicking to your slightly parted lips. You were at a loss for words at his sudden boldness, but you weren't complaining. This was what you were waiting for all along. As your thoughts tumbled around your mind, Nathan leaned in an captured your lips with his. Slowly at first but the kiss grew heated fast.

Your heart rate exhilarated, and both of your breaths grew heavier. You pulled away to get a gasp of air into your lungs. One of Nathan's hands rested next to your head and the other softly at your hips. Your foreheads leaned against eachother as you caught your breaths.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that and way more to you", Nathan breathed out. "Yeah, me neither", you contered, chest still heaving heavily. Without any more words you leaned back in, continuing where you left off. Tounges battling for dominance exploring each others mouths thoroughly. Nathan's narrow hips started to grind against yours, eclicting a soft moan from you, harmonizing with his low grunt. You totally lost yourself in him when the sound of the heavy locker room door destroyed the atmosphere.

"Oh .. my god... That is disgusting", Kelly exclaimed, "what do you think you're doing in 'ere?"

"I was just showing [y/n] there that I am not cute, and was about to give her a demonstration of the beast that is now awake", Nathan said while biting his lip and suggestively winking in your direction. You blushed, the taste of him still lingering in your mouth, leaving you wanting more. To be continued, you hoped.

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roadmusiic · 3 years

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A DROWNED MAN’S WATCH (STILL KEEPS TIME)

A little angsty oneshot character study. WARNINGS: Grief, depersonalisation (inferred), suicidal ideation

SUMMARY: Nathan Young has been immortal for a very long time. WC: 973 CHARACTERS: Nathan Young, Simon Bellamy (mentioned), Alisha Daniels (mentioned)

At some point, he stops counting the years.

The sky of London is blanketed with darkness. There are clouds, thin and far between, whose edges are illuminated by the lights of the city, the shine that drifts upwards and hangs in the air, making stargazing impossible. It’s a shame, really, because he likes to look at the stars. He thinks that if he stares for long enough, he’ll figure out how much they’ve moved since the last time he made the effort to crane his neck upwards. One day, Nathan will look up and find that Orion’s Belt has drifted down Orion’s hips, and he will know what the span of his life has been thus far:

Too long.

His friends wither away like the roses he once knew them as. Where they were once thorny, vibrant creatures, beckoning life and the promise of spring, they’re aged now, skin creased like the covers of the leather-bound diaries that he attempted to fill with his adventures, but gave up on. There were too many stories to tell. There were too many endings to pen. If he didn’t write them, they would fade away into his mortal memory. Writing people down immortalised their loss.

He burnt the books a long time ago. Watched the flames climb into the sky, the smoke drifting, spinning like a grotesque dancer, a reminder of how delicate and ethereal the hearth truly was. No matter the warmth, it is always snuffed. The night is cold and long. The winter is always on its way. These are the things he knows.

He’s standing in a cemetery, looking down at names that should mean something to him, but no longer do. They’re just words nowadays. Alisha might have been the most important, gorgeous woman he’s ever met in his life, or she might have been the most irritating soul on the planet. Simon might have played rugby or danced in a troupe. He doesn’t remember. He cares, though, which is why their gravesides are populated with flowers that are always replaced before they rot away.

Nathan supposes that people are quite like them, the flowers. They’re beautiful for a while. He can admire them as what they are, the soft and gorgeous populace of the Earth that will inevitably succumb to time, just as everything else does. Except for him. Never him.

Maybe it’s a curse. He thought, for a long time, that it was a curse. He started telling other people as much when the origins of his immortal coil became faded from mental view.

I threw peanuts at a witch. He’d said to a man who had wept over his blood-drained body before screaming when life returned with a gasp and a cough. She gave me a nut allergy and an eternity to deal with it.

It might have been true. It probably wasn’t. He tells others things that he knows aren’t true, but that he’s beginning to believe anyway - he was the third person to stab Caesar, and he was the man who organised the placement of the rocks at Stonehenge, and Shakespeare plagiarised the line ‘all that glitters is not gold’ from him - all lies. Everything he does nowadays is a lie.

The worst one is the smile. It’s never left. He’s always wearing it. One hour bleeds into another, and teeth mash themselves together as though that will make him happier, somehow. The hours don’t matter. They don’t count for anything. He has all of the time in the universe. Quantifying it makes him feel old; quantifying it makes him realise that there’s so much more to come, and he’s scared.

Because the sky above London is dark and the clouds are lit up, but one day it will be red. The sun will burn up. The stars will die. The shooting stars will crash into the ground before any of his wishes are fulfilled. The ground beneath him will be filled with corpses of people he may have known, long ago, before the synapses stopped firing.

People talk to him sometimes. There’s a certain allure to a man who sits on a bench and stares into nothing. They want to understand, they want to view what he views, see the world through lenses that are faded and vintage. They tell him their stories, they talk for minutes or hours, and then they go away, and they realise that the strange man didn’t say a word.

They don’t even know if he was listening. His secret is this:

Always. He’s always listening.

It’s hard to remember. Not because the memories have died, though most of them have, but because the ones that live are so far away that they feel as though they happened to someone else. Someone who didn’t falsify the zest, someone who ran and ran and never expected time to catch up with them. He remembers a storm. Hail the size of minivans. He’s not sure if it’s just a story that he tells himself to drift off into sleep. It’s hard to tell.

He finds himself at a lake and thinks about throwing himself in. It won’t do anything. He’ll thrash around for a while, deflate, and then he’ll be back at square one. He’ll be alone. Nathan is a drowned man’s watch that still keeps time. Nobody is looking at him. There is no need for him to keep ticking, and yet he does. Constantly. The hours come too slowly. They pass, marked by the bell of the tower in the centre of the city, and then they’re irrevocable. Everyone who hears that toll succumbs to entropy. Everyone who breathes this poisonous air is going to die somehow. Everyone who isn’t him.

At some point, he stops counting the hours. They don’t mean anything anyway.

(Except they almost definitely do.)

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dekalko-mania · 3 years

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D&D: By wastefulreverie: Lester, Mikey, and Nathan were standing beside him. Mikey was fumbling with three jagged-sided dice while Lester and Nathan glared at each other. Realizing that he was awake, Lester broke eye contact with Nathan. Awkwardly, he put his hand on Danny's shoulder. "Do you want to join our campaign?" he blurted.

Danny tilted his head skeptically, "Join your what?"

Additional Tags: Dungeons and Dragons, friendship, humor, [really enjoyed the irony in this one]

Making Something Out of Nothing: By wastefulreverie: When Ishiyama calls Danny into her office, the last thing he expected was to be offered a job.

Additional Tags: Post-reveal, Teacher! Danny,

Tiny Little Pieces of Ours: By Bellovebug: Danny Fenton was a dreamer. A dreamer of stars, of galaxies, of spaceships and sunsets and snow. He was a dreamer of wildflowers in the forest, of messages left on the insides of folders set up to take a test, of Polaroids an unknown person has dropped on the street. He was a dreamer of the things that didn't matter, because the things that did scared him.

But dreams don't last forever. And when Danny is gone, he leaves many in his wake.

(Or, a look at Danny's death, and the lives of the people in his life afterwards.)

Additional Tags: Major Character Death, hurt Danny, grieving, Sam and Tucker Centric, [This one hurt so much, but is very beautifully written. Still hurts even now lmao]

A Play to Remember: By AppleScentedLazers: When Danny's drama class puts on a play and Fenton is cast as his own crime fighting counterpart, what's the worst that could happen? With a new villain rising and lines to learn, the people of Amity start to see that there may be more to their resident ghost boy than meets the eye.

Additional Tags: Angst, [interesting reveal concept! more in-depth A-listers]

I’m Still Here: By Cordria: Buried in the backyard, Danny's locked away in a forgotten Thermos. When it's finally found seventy years later, Danny is released and he needs to learn to deal with his new life. Can he survive what the future can throw at him?

Additional Tags: Angst [definitely nostalgic angst]

The Scrapbook: By Dragon Elexus: Fearful of Jazz's idolism of the ghost-boy, Maddie tries to protect her daughter by stealing her Phantom scrapbook. But the book sparks strange questions in Maddie's mind, and she finds herself stumbling on secrets she never knew existed. Pre-PP.

Additional Tags: Family

Exposed: By ADraconicScribe: A mysterious caller has revealed that the infamous Danny Phantom is half-human, placing a five hundred thousand dollar prize to the one who exposes Phantom's secret identity. Coupled with Vlad's disappearance, the ghost fighting, and all of the efforts to capture him, Danny and his friends must tread carefully if they are to make it out with their secrets, and their lives, intact.

Additional Tags: angst, BAMF Danny Fenton, Identity Reveal, Sam and Tucker are good friends, [I cannot stress how amazing this fic is, extremely well written, such an intense plot. Endless twists and turns, so so good.]

Maybe We’ll Find Each Other: By DP_Marvel94: Phantom, the adoptive son of Clockwork, doesn't remember his life but wishes he did. Jack Fenton, ghost hunter, lost his only son at a young age. When the portal activates, a newly half-human Phantom stumbles into Jack's lab, barely a painfully familiar blue-eyed, black haired form.

Additional Tags: Full ghost to half ghost Phantom, Ghosts think halfas are abominations, father-son relationship, but neither know they’re parent and child [very very interesting story, super cool concept!]

Katzenjammer: By DannyPhantomSG1, sapphireswimming: Danny's had enough. Of everything. But thankfully Tucker understands.

Additional Tags: Oneshot, Half Ghost Angst, Hurt/comfort, Friendship

Hope Can Be a Heavy Thing to Hold: By DP_Marvel94: " I woke up here, wherever here is, with no memories. He told me my name is Daniel James Masters. He told me I am a human-ghost hybrid, like him. He told me he is my father. But I know that’s a lie; there is no way Vlad Masters, my captor is my parent. I know I have a real home somewhere out there. I have a family and friends who love me. Too bad I can’t remember anything about them."

Additional Tags: Amnesia, child abuse, Diary/journal, poor Danny can’t remember anything

Abigail the Tree Girl: By EchoGhost: Danny didn’t see his first ghost at 14.

Additional Tags: Haunted Amity Park, Danny has always been weird, clueless Danny

Just Fourteen: By aniura: Danny Fenton is an average high school student whose biggest worry is getting the grades needed to become an astronaut. That is, until his friend Sam convinces him to step inside his parents' broken ghost portal...Updates bi-weekly on Sundays. Covers Danny's time at Casper High before the accident and the month afterwards.

Additional Tags: Angst, origin, the accident, Danny is NOT okay, [really cool fic that fills in the gaps that weren’t delved into during the show]

The Phantom and the Knight: By savya398: After two years Danny Fenton finally felt like he was getting this whole superhero thing under control. So of course something had to come along and ruin everything.

Additional Tags: Danny Phantom/Young Justice, DC Animated Universe, [little twist on Danny’s origins]

Six Degrees of Separation: By Miss_Nihilist: Valerie Gray was not one for doubt and regret, but that was before she fell in love — and then, promptly and without a second thought, threw it away.

She wasn't looking for them to get back together or even to automatically be friends again. But maybe, just maybe, Valerie could get a second chance at being a decent person. For Danny, for herself, and for all the mistakes she had made.

Additional Tags: Moving On, Post break-up, hurt/comfort, identity reveal

Three for the Price of One: By Marsalias: They had only meant to summon ONE ghost...

Additional Tags: cult, summoning

When the Kingdom Comes Calling: By blueh: The Ghost Zone population assumes that Phantom took the crown with dignity. What they don’t know is fifteen year old Danny Fenton just wants to graduate high school, is constantly ready to throw hands with an army of eyeballs, and absolutely will not be crowned the Ghost King without a fight.

Additional Tags: Not PP compliant, ghost king Danny Fenton, fluff and humor, reluctant king au, [so funny and so on character for a little shit like Danny oof]

#lets pretend its friday and not saturday ok lmao #Phanfic Friday #Danny Phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #fics recs #danny fenton #valerie gray #sam manson #Tucker Foley

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imesthersmith · 2 years

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Young Hearts

Pairing: Young Nathan Drake x reader (university ages, i guess?)

Prompt: You got stressed by school, but here comes the young and lovely Drake brother and he tries to help. And you two are confessing your feelings about each other too...

Note: This is my very first oneshot written in English. I'm not a native speaker of this language, mostly using Mr Google Translate, but I'm trying to make it perfect grammatically.

Warnings: Lot of fluff, hints of smut, some slight curse, stress.

(E/C) - your eye color

(Y/N) - your name

(The Gif isn't mine)

–★–

You sat all alone outside. That's all you needed at the moment. Beautiful chirping of birds, barking of dogs in the yards of the neighbors, buzzing of cars on the distant roads. The faint sound of the wind was also heard, and by the sudden coolness, you got a slight shiver. You didn't really care about that, you sat there still like a statue.

You ruined the test. You thought you would succeed. But when the paper came in front of you, full of questions, suddenly it was as if time had stopped. A question was circulating in your head.

‘What if I can't do it?’

Your mind became empty, your stomach flipped, you looked back and forth at the multitude of letters in the midst of dizziness.

You just solved some tasks. It may not be enough for a better grade. In fact, it won't be. You were in a quite strict university, and it matters a lot.

Not so far away, you heard a door open and then close. You didn't even look up. You were too busy with your own thoughts.

You start badly from this subject. Especially since it was a big test with a double grade value. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

When you returned to reality – without even hearing the footsteps –, you immediately saw the figure in front of you, you looked up at him. It was Nathan. The familiar face on which you always see that typical cocky smile, now he's eyes stared at you anxiously.

“What happened with you?” he asked.

“Nothing” you lied. “Why?”

Unfortunately or not, he knew exactly when you were lying. He has known you for many years, during these times, you have got to know each other pretty well. To put it mildly.

“Because it doesn't seems like nothing” he was looking down at you, with his hands in the pockets of his dark trousers.

“I'm fine” you stated.

“Anyone who's been sitting out here for an hour, not even mentioning where they're gone, and not caring about the cold weather, I don't think they're fine.”

Obviously, he wasn't dumb – just as much as he really was. Even if he didn't know what caused your pain, he knew there was something. He wanted to figure it out fast, and solve it.

You quickly realized you had been sitting there for an hour. ‘Crap.’

“I just...” you started, but you thought twice. “...nevermind, it's not a big deal. Really.”

Suddenly he kneeled in front of you and cupped your cheeks with both strong, but gentle hands, his ocean blue eyes deeply, caringly looking into your (E/C) ones.

“Doesn't matter if it's a 'big deal' or not. You're hurt and I don't like to see you hurt” he said softly. “So please, talk about it.”

You got stunned for a second. You already knew he cares about you, but still, it always made your heart beat faster.

You just nodded. He saw that he had convinced you, so he sat down in front of you in the cold grass and he paid attention to you, curiously, and with a little hint of worry.

You inhaled and open your mouth to talk.

“I messed up the test with the illusion that I had studied enough” you mumbled, not daring to look in his eyes again.

And yet you look up to his face. You saw how the features of his face soften, he was almost completely calmed down.

“(Y/N), c'mon...” he started, but you cut him off.

“You know how important this test was?” you were a bit frustrated. “It has a double grade value and if it gets really bad, it will be very hard to fix!”

“Really hard” he repeated. “But not impossible.”

You looked at him in a slight confusion, but he was right.

“Look” he crawled closer, next to you. “I’ve noticed in the last few days that you’re very tired. You’ve spent more time locked in the room, but when you’re tired, your brain won't be able to process what you’re trying to learn. For self-checking – such as telling the curriculum to yourself –, you don’t even have time for that anymore.”

You were genuinely surprised that he was talking so long and complex about something that wasn’t history or treasure.

“So, I have an idea” he gestured with his hand in the air while explaining, which would make you laugh. “I could stay in your room with you, while you study, and tell me what you memorized.”

“Not a bad idea” you confessed. “From a Drake.”

“Hey!” he whined, pretended to be offended. “I'm trying to help, and that's what I get?”

“But you would distract me, I know” you chuckled.

“I will just sit there, and do nothing, I promise” he even placed his hand on his chest.

“But your whole handsome existence is distra–”

You cut yourself off, when you realized this sentence left your mouth, too loud. And there was no chance he didn't hear it.

“So it's my fault now, huh?” he raised his eyebrows, but you saw the playfulness in his eyes.

“What? No! I mean– I–”

His smile just grew bigger and bigger, when he saw you were extremely blushing by your own embarrassment. You would just slap him in the face, but of course just for fun.

“So, what do you say, sweetheart?” he asked softly, leaning a bit closer to you.

That's it. This behavior. This is what made you feel comfortable and really curious at the same time. Curious about what he's gonna do or say. You never felt that before you two met. He also had this gleam curiosity in his eyes, just like in yours. Now it's almost the same. Just almost, because it was now visible, and you were both aware that there could be a flame from that spark.

And of course, he called you "sweetheart".

You looked down, so he wouldn't see (at least you hoped) how much you liked that he called you by that nickname. But he immediately, fondly grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger, turned your face back towards his, and he kissed you.

It was slow, passionate. His lips were soft against yours. You melted into the kiss, one firm hand travels from your back down to your waist to bring you closer to him, and the other landed on the back of your neck to deepen in the kiss. Your smaller hands held his cheeks and then reached for his hair. As your fingers went through it smoothly, you pulled on it, just a little bit, not wanting to hurt him.

He absolutely loved that. He indicated this by his fingers at your waist deliciously dug into your skin through the cloth, which made you faintly gasp in surprise. He took advantage of this moment and quickly took over the dominance. You enjoyed it so much. You didn't want it to end.

But as soon as both of you ran out of air, your lips parted. Nathan, with a wide smile, placed a small kiss on your face. He started playing with a lock of your hair when you spoke.

“So I don't have to worry about studying alone anymore, right?”

“You're right” he nodded, as he lifted you up into his lap.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, slowing down from the previous high pace.

“And what about my sleeping problems?” you asked jokingly.

You thought he would burst out laughing, as you knew his sense of humor. After the laughter didn't sound from him, you looked up at him. He was silently watching you with mischievous eyes.

“This problem can be solved as well” he said, leaned closer to your ear and whispered “If you really want to.”

The way you melted away in his lap, he loved to see it, and chuckled. And after that, you both said what you wanted to hear best so far.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you even more, sweetheart.”

#uncharted #uncharted 4 #my first story #nathan drake #he's so cute

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unpredicted-bees · 3 years

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What if.. Stuart didn't make it in time?

Neils struggling, for just a second more time, trying desperately to get away from his father and his cold gaze but it's not enough. No amount of struggling can get him away from the harsh hands that want to do nothing else but hurt him.

He can't survive forever, and as soon as his legs are rendered useless it gets harder and harder to struggle, to have even a thought of escaping.

By the time Stuart makes it in the rooms a mess, and poor Nathaniel Wesninski is passed out on the floor, dyeing his resting spot red. Stuart reacts with anger, but it's not enough to wake up the boy on the floor, he'd been too late.

The foxes were a bunch of nerves, no one knew what had happened. They had all collected inside of a single hotel room, except two of them was missing, and Wymack stood together with Abby quietly talking away from the others. Neil was missing, and Andrew was out looking.

The rest of them were in varying states of disarray, nursing injuries and waiting, for just about anything. A TV was on, showing a news outlet talk about a reported shooting inside of the house of someone no of the foxes paid attention to. At least until the news anchor identified the victims as "Lola Malcolm", "Nathan Wesninski" and, as the picture behind the lady switched to a stock image of blood splatter, overlayed by identification pictures of the various victims "Nathaniel Wesninski"

No one could have reacted, and no one would have noticed, if it wasn't for Kevins breath hitching, blood running cold. And Nicky noticing the change in the other boy. Concerned questions followed as the other foxes started paying attention to what had been causing the reaction.

The picture on the screen wasn't their Neil, it was from before he had run away, when he was still young and an official member of society, but the resemblance was uncanny. Matt and Renee realized soon after Kevin, able to piece together their missing teammate with the news report that had caused the stir.

Matt was the one who said it, who pointed out the fact that nothing would ever be the same to the ones that hadn't caught up yet. His eyes stayed on the screen, and his voice is quiet but no one misses it either way, "Neil's dead?"

It had been a question, but no one dared to answer. Kevin too busy heaving, Nicky staring blankly at the screen, his mind not having caught up to the information yet, Renee completely still, wondering what this would mean for everything.

Nothing helps the foxes realization, the sound in the room moves from quiet conversations to startling horror so quickly, no one knows what to say, what to do.

Somewhere else Andrew is still out looking, having moved from the stadium and driving around the area to see anything, a single track would be enough to show him that everything was alright but nothing said that. The bag in the passenger seat with the name "Neil Josten" said that enough.

His phone rung, over and over, but it was ignored in favor of the road.

It would be okay, it had to be. (It wouldn't)

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Uhhhn, I want to write an actual oneshot with this at some point. But do enjoy the brainrot for right now :)

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 3 years

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Regrets- Nathan Young

Pairing: Nathan Young x Reader

Characters: Nathan Young

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Could you do a Misfits one shot where Nathan and fem Reader have a one night stand, and discovers they are going to have a Baby or Nathan And Fem Reader come home from hospital with their newly born daughter? (I love baby oneshots/fics)

Word Count: 445

Author: Charlotte

You didn’t know how your life had ended up with so many regrets. Clearly you hadn’t made many very good decisions, that was how you ended up committing a crime and being put on community service and if that wasn’t enough, you decided to pick the most obnoxious and intolerable member of your group and get pissed until you thought hooking up was a good idea. You regretted that night straight away. You enjoyed it even though you weren’t willing to admit that to him, but he was far too insufferable to think positively about any form of connection with Nathan. The two of you agreed to never speak a word of that night and parted ways as nothing more than having a weak friendship and forced connection through community service. That wouldn’t be the only connection though.

A few weeks after the night of the culmination of regrets, you only gained more when your period didn’t arrive, and a pregnancy test returned the two lines that you hoped you’d never see. You spoke with your doctor and he could only confirm what the test had told you and that meant, the only thing left was to tell Nathan.

When you arrived at the changing rooms, you headed to your locker, hoping to find courage amongst your orange jumpsuit. Whilst you changed into the jumpsuit, you could only think about how you would talk to Nathan and tell him about this. What were you meant to do, just go over to him and say hey Nathan, we’re having a baby.

“You and Nathan are having a baby?” Kelly exclaimed, gaining the attention of everyone else in the room.

You cursed yourself. You completely forgot that you all had powers and your own thoughts were no longer just your own if Kelly was there seen as she was telepathic. Now, not only did you have to face the facts to Nathan but to everyone else, but at least you didn’t have to tell Nathan anymore.

“You fucked Nathan?” Alisha laughed.

“Do you want a go next, Alisha?” Nathan smirked.

“Fuck off, Nathan,” Curtis spat.

“What do you mean that they’re having a baby?” Simon asked.

You let out a sigh, knowing there was no easy way of doing this.

“Yes, I was a dumbass and slept with him and yes, I’m pregnant. Thank you, Kelly, for saving me from having to figure out how to tell him,” you huffed.

“You’re really pregnant?” Nathan questioned, seemingly becoming calm and serious about the matter, something he never did.

“Regrettably.”

His smile curled back onto his lips. “Well if it looks anything like me, it’ll be one sexy baby.”

#Regrets #Anon #Request #Nathan Young #Nathan Young imagine #Nathan Young One Shot #Misfits #Misfits Imagine #Misfits One Shot #Charlotte

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imyourbratzdoll · 11 months

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Hiiii do you think you could do a Nathan young x an easily flustered reader? Somebody who would easily fall for his charm

hi baby, i'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you like it, and I apologise for how short it is.

summary - nathan goes out of his way to make you flustered.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You could feel your cheeks heat up as your eyes connected to Nathan’s from across the community centre. You quickly look away and continue to paint the wall in front of you. “Oi, pretty girl!” You ignore him, not wanting him to see how flustered you get from his words alone. Nathan whistles, making his way over to you. “Hey, pretty girl, didn’t ya hear me?” His Irish accent filled your ears, causing you to look at him. “There ya go! Finally got ya attention!” He gives you a cheeky smile, enjoying how flustered you get around him.

“W–what, uh….” You stumble on your words, staring into his pretty eyes.

“Aw! Pretty girl can’t speak!” Nathan smirks, “Do I get ya all flustered, baby? It’s cause I’m so charming, huh?” You giggle, turning your head away.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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seanfalco · 4 years

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Definitely, Maybe | Nathan Young x Reader

Word Count: 1k Warnings: Language, Smut Requested by: Anonymous Prompt: You’re stuff is just wow! I can’t read enough! Would you ever be interested in writing another Nathan Young imagine in the same vein of “Jealous, Much?” Just instead of a guy maybe flirting with YN, it’s a girl DEFINITELY flirting with YN? + could you please write a nathan x reader smutty oneshot!! maybe where the reader and the gang go out to the pub for the night and afterwards the reader goes home with nathan?😌 a/n: Decided to combine these two prompts together, since smut seemed to be the logical destination :3

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“Aw c’mon, yeh gotta be kiddin’ me,” Nathan exclaimed, his eyes narrowing as he peered across the dim room.

“What?” Kelly demanded and Nathan gestured with his beer bottle to where [y/n] stood at the bar, and Simon leaned forward as well to peer around Kelly for a better look.

He should be used to this by now, Nathan thought bitterly, seeing how it tended to happen nearly everywhere they went, but really? Women too now?

“I don’t see — oh,” Simon exclaimed, finally realizing what the others were looking at.

“Maybe she’s just bein’ friendly,” Kelly suggested, taking a swig, though she didn’t look like she really believed it.

“Oh yeah, friendly, right,” Nathan cried, scandalized. “She’s been gettin’ friendlier and friendlier each time [y/n] goes up there. I mean, even Barry sees it,” Nathan continued, gesturing to Simon who nodded before realizing what Nathan was implying and frowned.

“I mean, just look at that, she’s practically throwin’ herself at [y/n]. She saw us come in together. She’s probably convincin’ her that I’m shite an’ that she can pleasure her better because she’s got lady parts and knows how t’use em.”

“Oh, come off it,” Kelly argued, her ponytail swishing in her agitation. “So what if the bartender’s hittin’ on her, [y/n] fuckin’ loves ya! She wouldn’t do that t’ya.”

When Nathan looked doubtful Kelly kicked him under the table.

“Ow!” he cried, reaching down to grab his shin.

“Y’gotta trust me,” Kelly insisted, her eyes flicking to [y/n], who was returning to the table with their next round of drinks.

“Oh, how do you kno— oh,” Nathan gasped, suddenly remembering Kelly’s powers and his eyebrows raised.

“No,” she cut in sternly, reading his thoughts.

“No, what?” [y/n] asked as she set the fresh bottles on the table before sliding back into the booth next to Nathan who instantly slung his arm around her shoulder, pointedly glaring over to the girl behind the bar.

“Uh…” the three looked at each other, trying to come up with an answer.

“Well, uh, I was just suggestin’,” Nathan said, clutching at straws, “a good ol’ group orgy after this. Y’know? But Kelly shot me down and for some reason Barry’s still squeamish after, well, you remember,” he joked and [y/n] rolled her eyes, clearly buying his fib and instantly dismissing it as one of his usual raunchy jokes.

Kelly gave him a disgusted look and he quickly brought his bottle to his lips, finishing it off and grabbing one of the new ones.

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“So,” he mused, leaning in closer to your side, “that bartender, huh? Hot or what?” he asked, his eyes flicking over to once again catch her looking your way. You frowned, shifting in the seat, your eyes narrowing slightly up at him.

“Is that an observation or a question?” you asked, taking a drink and Nathan shrugged, frowning dramatically.

“Just… makin’ conversation.”

“Nathan’s jealous,” Simon announced, leaving Nathan gaping at him, a tiny grin appearing on Simon’s face moments later.

“Oh, I know,” you said, eyeing your boyfriend with a knowing smirk. “He thinks he’s so subtle.”

“Hey, I’m not jealous,” he insisted, pointing his beer bottle at Simon and then you, “but if I was, I’d have good reason t’be.”

“Uh huh,” you mused, following his eyes. “I mean, she’s good enough lookin’, I suppose, but I’m not really interested.”

“Y’sure?” Nathan pressed, “I mean, she was practically undressin’ you with her eyes.”

Leaning closer, you grabbed the collar of his flannel shirt and yanked him down so his ear was at your level. “I’d rather you undress me for real,” you whispered, smirking as he stiffened, and letting go of his shirt, surreptitiously slid you hand down his thigh, causing him to jump, his eyes swinging quickly over to the bar just in time to see the bartender toss her head disgustedly as he shot her a smirk and flipped her off triumphantly behind your back.

“Oh naw,” Kelly exclaimed, her eyes flicking between the two of you, “it’s startin’ t’get weird. I don’t wanna hear that. I’m fuckin’ out of here,” she announced, tipping back the rest of her beer and holding her hands up before sliding out of the booth.

“See ya, Kelly!” you called after her with a laugh.

“Yeah, you have a good night and I’m gunna go home and try t’forget I heard any of that.”

“Bye Kelly!” Nathan called after her cheekily, before turning his sights on Simon.

“Well, Barry--Simon,” he corrected, lifting his nearly empty bottle, “it’s been grand, but I have t’go home now and get laid. Cheers!”

Simon awkwardly lifted his drink in return as Nathan downed the rest of his and turned to usher you out of the booth.

“Good night Simon!” you called, fighting back a laugh as you threaded your fingers loosely with Nathan’s, pulling him along behind you.

As you passed the bar, Nathan slowed, catching the bartender’s eye and grinned broadly, clearly gloating. “Better luck next time,” he called and she folded her arms over her chest.

“You’re a cocky shit, y’know that?” she called back and Nathan’s smirk only grew.

“Thank you! My girlfriend quite likes that about me!”

Offering an apologetic smile, you managed to keep your laughter in until you were at least out the door.

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By the time you got to the door of your flat, Nathan’s mouth was already on yours, pressing you insistently up against the outside of you door, his hands wandering and you fumbled with the keys, nearly dropping them as his tongue swiped impatiently against your lips.

“Nathan,” you gasped, managing to push him back slightly, met with a rather adorable pout. “Maybe we should get inside first?” you suggested with a laugh. When he didn’t move you cocked an eyebrow at him. “You gunna shag me right out here in th’middle of the hall?” you asked cheekily.

Nathan looked thoughtful for a moment before reaching for the keys in your hand and fumbling with the lock. “Temptin’ as that sounds, might not wanna chance it. I don’t fancy the idea of getting another ASBO for public indecency.”

“So let’s be indecent in our own home,” you purred before the door clicked open behind you and Nathan’s mouth was back on yours as he awkwardly walked you backwards and kicked the door shut behind him.

Once inside, you toed off your shoes and tugged at Nathan’s flannel til he slipped it off and began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, while you continued to undress, losing your shirt and bra before sliding down your jeans and panties.

Once Nathan ripped his shirt over his head, the last of his clothes falling to the floor with the rest, you felt his eyes caress you hungrily and you led him further into the room, grabbing his hand and spinning him to push backwards onto the couch with a surprised grunt before crawling astride him.

His hands instantly found your backside, giving your ass a firm squeeze before traveling up to circle your waist as your tongues warred and twisted.

“Did you really mean what y’said about not being interested in that bird at the bar?” Nathan asked suddenly and you pulled back to take in his face. Though he tried to hide the insecurity in his eyes you were too well versed in reading him by now and you smiled softly, wanting nothing more than to put him at ease and show him that you truly only wanted him.

“Course I meant it,” you murmured, tilting your head to trail several open mouthed kisses along his jaw, grinning against his skin as you felt him shiver beneath you, his grasp on your waist tightening.

“I’m a little surprised though,” you mused, pausing to nibble at his ear, his thick curls tickling your face.

“‘Bout what?” Nathan asked breathlessly, his words dissolving to a sharp hitch of breath as your teeth scraped skin.

“I was half expectin’ you t’try to organize a threesome or maybe one of those group orgies y’seem so interested in,” you teased, throwing his earlier line back at him and after a moment Nathan cleared his throat, his hands gripping your arms pulling you up short.

“Yeah, well, as hot as two girls makin’ out it is, I don’t really fancy the thought of sharin’ yeh.”

His words brought a grin to your face and you shifted your hips, teasingly grinding against him, leaving you both wanting more.

“Good, cause I’m not really into sharing either,” you whispered, relishing the dazed grin that lit up his face before you claimed his lips for a kiss, guiding him into you.

Leaning back to anchor your hands on his thighs, your first thrust drew him deeper and you smirked as you began to move, rolling your hips lazily as his gaze hungrily traveled up your body, so temptingly on display for him; his hands swiftly following, greedily claiming every inch of you as his until desperation clutched the pair of you and Nathan pulled you back to him, wanting to feel your skin against his.

Practically crushing you to him as he impatiently bucked into you, meeting each quickening thrust of your hips with his until your flat was filled with your breathless moans and gasps. Nathan’s insistent lips swallowed your cries until you were a mindless writhing, rutting mess, chasing your climax head long off the precipice while Nathan held out longer, each wild thrust overstimulating you further until tears rolled down your cheeks and he quickly pulled out to come against his stomach.

Too tired and sated and way past caring about the mess — knowing you’d need a shower anyway, you collapsed against him, burying your face in his unruly dark curls you loved so much as he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You’re fuckin’ amazing, you know that?” he murmured against you, his words muffled so you barely heard him.

“You’re pretty great yourself, contrary to popular belief,” you replied, feeling him squeeze you tighter.

Waiting for the off hand self-deprecating comment that usually followed your compliments, none came, and taken aback you pulled back, just far enough to look into his eyes, to be met with a hesitant grin.

“You really think so?” Nathan asked softly, hopefully.

Pressing a kiss to his sweat dampened forehead you fixed him with an unwavering look. “I really do,” you answered. “Why d’you think I’m datin’ yeh, huh?” you teased, his grin widening.

“Now, maybe we should… clean up, because this is starting’ t’feel a tad bit gross,” you pointed out, wanting to at least wipe off your stomach where you’d been pressed against his “rapidly cooling spunk” as he’d once put it.

“Aw, c’mon, just admit you like it filthy,” Nathan exclaimed, releasing his hold on you so you could stand and help him up, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“If I admit t’that will you come take a shower with me so we can get filthy all over again?”

You didn’t have to ask him twice.

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Being a counsellor and having powers too.

Not My GIF | words: 500 [Gender Neutral]

Y/N: Hello guys, I'm the new counsellor... since the last one disappeared.

Alisha: *mutters to the group* This one ain't gunna last long. *chuckles*

Y/N: *slightly glares at Alisha, knowing she said something* *ignores it and moves on* let's get to work shall we, today we are going to clear up all the rubbish on a few fields so the kids that go to the centre can play football on them.

The group groan but don't move

Y/N: *tilts head* Let's go. *smirks at the group before walking out the door*

Rudy: I think I'm gunna end up sleeping with them.

Kelly: You don't have to.

Rudy: No, I'm gunna. [a/n: sorry but this really needed some b99, hehe]

You wasn't there when the so called zombies attacked. You had parked up on a car park near by so you were able to watch the group, to make sure they weren't messing about, whilst you did some paper work. All you heard was their screams before you ran over to the group.

You saw that they were surrounded and since they were your responsibility, you ran to them. The group was holding up their litter pickers as if they were swords, as they force some creatures back.

You use your power and set fire to one or two of the creatures as you run past them to get to the group, once they are down you grab someone's hand and start running, knowing that speaking of a plan would take to long and none of you have the time.

Y/N: *shouting* Run!!! *lets go of the random person's hand*

The group finally reach the van and you all scramble to get in whilst you go back.

Curtis: Where are you going?

Y/N: I have to stop them from hurting people

Nathan: It's your funeral [a/n: I just needed them all together. So for the sake of this imagine Nathan never left]

Nathan scrambles in the front seat to start the engine and realise you still had the keys.

Nathan: Y/N has the keys

The Group all yell for you to come back. You manage to use your powers to destroy the creatures so they won't hurt anyone. When you get back to the van the group are all still panicking. You open the drivers door and look at Nathan, he scrambles into the back seat with the others and you drive back to the centre.

Simon: so you have powers?

Y/N: so you know about the whole powers thing? Do you guys have powers? You speak pretty openly about it so I'm guessing so.

The group just nods.

Y/N: well, it looks like you're not getting rid of me as fast as you got rid of the last few, doesn't it. *smirks and walks off*

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Hi! sorry to bother, would you maybe happen to know any good fanfics about Harry and Remus that you could rec? Not as in shipping, just as in exploring their mentor/uncle/professor/friendship bond. I found very few of them and some really out of character.. (ps: sorry for my english)

Hello, you’re not bothering me at all! Your ask is making me very happy and I’m glad to rec to you some fanfictions between Harry and Remus I enjoyed a lot. I do love their relationship as well and find it sometimes hard to find good fics about them!

Now, it has been a while since I last read something about them, so maybe some of these fics are kinda OOC, though it can motivate me to find and read newer fanfics between Harry and Remus, so I might end up updating this list in the future. Of course, anyone reading this post can suggest some titles too!

I hope you’ll enjoy some of these fanfics, dear anon!

A Familiar Friend, by SSEE729

This fanfic will explore the father figure/uncle relationship that Harry has with Remus Lupin. Beginning with their meeting on the train, the friendship between Harry and Lupin grows, and Lupin discovers that he needs Harry just as much as Harry needs him.

Chapters: 8/8.

A Reason to Fight, by memberoftheliterati

A conversation between Harry and Remus leads to reflection and reminiscing for both remaining Marauders. Missing scene from OotP, because Remus doesn’t get enough face time. Oneshot. Non-slash. Canon.

Chapters: 1/1

An Individual, TheOnlyMarauderette

Just before POA. Remus isn’t going to take the DADA job because of bad memories, but then he sees Harry from across Diagon Alley and realises something. Perhaps a bit sad. Not slash slight AU.

Chapters: 1/1

Argument at Grimmauld, Take 2, by mshutts

Set during the seventh book, the argument over whether Remus would go with the trio or not has always bugged me, this is my response to how I would have rather had it go.

Chapters: 1/1

As a Father, by alasweneverdo

Teddy wasn’t the only family Remus left behind.

Chapters: 1/1

Dark Side of the Moon, by Teenlauch

A conversation with one Remus Lupin is always enlightening. That is exactly what werewolf bite victim Nathan Skayler finds out when the amiable werewolf visits him in the Dai Llewellyn Ward on Christmas. Set during the visit to Mr. Weasley in OotP.

Chapters: 1/1

Facing the Night, by a word nerd

Harry can’t sleep the night after the battle over Little Whinging. He crosses paths with a certain werewolf, and receives some much-needed support. Set during DH.

Chapters: 1/1

Five Ways Remus Lupin Never Raised Harry Potter, by KelleBelle

Five scenes. Five different ways Remus Lupin could have raised Harry Potter, but didn’t.

Chapters: 1/1

From the Depths of your Soul, by KimberlyTheOwl

A little elaboration on those anti-dementor lessons. A popular topic, really, but here is my own take on Harry’s tutorials with the best DADA professor he is allowed to study with.

Chapters: 1/1

I Don’t Know What I’d Do Without You, by ilovecastiel18

AU Deathly Hallows. Remus realizes what he’s done as soon as he attacked Harry in Grimmauld Place and makes sure he’s okay. Harry and Remus have a talk. One-shot. Rated K because I’m paranoid.

Chapters: 1/1

I Will Wait for You on the Other Side, by Zarajulem

What if Remus was at Hogwarts with Harry instead of Tonks? Would his death have changed, then? More importantly, what would Harry do?

Chapters: 1/1

Moony et Pronglet, by Nuwie

Remus est chargé par l'Ordre d'aller chercher Harry chez les Dursley. C'est l'occasion pour eux d'avoir une conversation sur le passé, le présent, et le futur. Entre Maraudeurs…

(If you can read French, it’s definitely worth the read!)

Chapters: 16/16

Of Stubborn Werewolves and Family, by Littleforest

In the aftermath of Sirius’ death, Harry feels alone, desperate and reckless. He can’t see the point of carrying on anymore, but a visit from Lupin, not long after his return to the Dursleys, reminds Harry that even in the darkest of times, he’s never quite as alone as he might think…

Chapters: 1/1

One More Day, by Christina E Lupin

What if Remus Lupin got to see Harry before the boy went to the Dursleys?

Chapters: 1/1

Pack Mates, by dragonpearlz

Remus is sick and Harry sticks around to take care of him.

Chapters: 1/1

Staying, by ImaginationHasNoAge

What if Sirius refused to leave Harry at the end of the third task? What if he decided to stay with Harry? One different decision is enough to change a future. AU. SiriusxHarryxRemus family fic.

Chapters: 8/?

Survivor Guilt, by xKellyanne

Harry and Remus talk after Sirius’s death.

Chapters: 1/1

The Cold Grey Light of Dawn, by IamShadow21

Remus has to deal with the consequences of his actions the morning after uncovering Pettigrew.

Chapters: 1/1

The Sixth Night, by coeurgryffondor

Remus finds Harry in Sirius’s room, and realizes there are so many things he’s never said. Slight departure from canon, summer of Harry’s 6th year.

Chapters: 1/1

The Wrong Gate, by MajorBookworm94

Harry Potter exits out of the wrong grate his first time flooing, but instead of landing in Knockturn Alley, he lands in the house of a certain wizard.

Chapters: 1/1

Werewolf, by Vitreum

Harry has a question for Professor Lupin. A could-have-been scene from Prisoner of Azkaban.

Chapters: 1/1

Winter’s Cry, by Chocolate Covered Icicles

AU. Spending the holidays with Mrs. Figg isn’t young Harry’s idea of a good time. But when he meets someone from his unknown past… Harry may just get what he’s always wanted.

Chapters: 11/?

#Anonymous #harry potter #remus lupin #fanfic recs #fanfiction #harry and his awesome professor #harry potter is serious business #answers

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