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unadulteratedlandsoulshark · 2 years

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Nate Jacobs Blurb – Part 3

A/N: It’s been sooo long haha I am so sorry

Anyways as previously stated this is a little blurb from a personal fic I was just casually writing for no other reason than wanting to write and needing more Nate Jacobs content

But from that I want to express a disclaimer: If you have seen the show Euphoria you know what the character Nate Jacobs is like and what he’s done. This is not me condoning the actions of this character–in fact, I urge you to view him as the bad guy he is when reading this. That’s how I wrote it, that’s what I wanted to portray because I’ve yet to write a character as such. Though his actions may not come off as terrible when reading this remember who he is written as and try and read it in that way.

Anyways I hope you enjoy! And if I do get a lot of positive feedback from this I’ll probably continue to write.

Warnings: crude language I guess lmao

POV

“So what’s up with you and Nate fucking Jacobs?” It was the one question she had hoped to avoid especially from Kat, knowing there would be no way out of her interrogations.

She was propped up against the locker beside her own, staring her down with her arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed, face covered with such intent Y/N knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“There’s nothing—“

Kat scoffed, “Don’t lie to me. Ever since that party where he quite literally came to your rescue from skeezy Elias Tucker and swept you up off of your feet and out of the house like some sort of twisted Superman everyone knows that there’s something going on between you two.” She leaned in and smirked, “So spill it bitch.”

Breathing a sigh Y/N surrendered any idea of trying to hold face and instead took the place parallel to her friend, she herself now leaning up against her own locker as she stared back. Kat raised a brow, gesturing her hand to express that she was waiting.

“Well?”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you—“

“I fucking knew it!” She exasperated, but Y/N was quick to shush her. She already had the entire’s schools attention on her, all of her peers watching with intent to see what would come next after that whole shenanigan that Nate put on (not that she remembered much of it, only what was reiterated to her from whispers in the halls and fellow classmates surrounding her during the school day) the last thing she wanted was more reason for looks and glares.

“It’s nothing.”

“Nothing? Y/N are you fucking kidding me? I have seen the way he looks at you from across the lunchroom, hell, everyone sees it—I think I notice more than you do.” Kat screeched in a hush tone, centering herself as close to her side as possible, “It’s….It’s like he’s always watching you. Like he has some sort of claim over you.”

She huffed a shaky sigh and scoffed, “Kat c’mon, no he doesn’t—“

“Yes he does!” The onyx haired girl hastily interjected, grasping her arm in the process of it to tug her closer, “I swear Y/N..sometimes when you and I walk down the hall and I see him he stares at me with these, like, sunken eyes. Like the fact that I even breathe the same air as you is a threat to him or something.”

She couldn’t lie, and neither could her body, the way Kat was describing these unnoticed interactions made her skin crawl, her entire epidermis raising with hairs as she followed along on every single word spoken to her.

“I feel like if there was a way where he could get rid of everyone else in the world and make it so it was only the two of you left in existence..” Kat stared directly into her eyes, “He would.”

Y/N could feel her stomach twisting into knots, nausea finding a space right in the middle of her abdomen; She had to resist the urge to lurch forward.

Abruptly, yet right on time, the hour bell rang out above the crowd of teenagers—signaling everyone to get moving to their respected classrooms for 4th period.

Seemingly without another thought Kat simply closed her locker back, attaching the lock back to its hook and shutting it before turning to her, her face of concern now starting to dissipate.

“C’mon dude we gotta get going.”

Throughout the entirety of their conversation Y/N suddenly realized that she had never actually opened her locker to grab her textbooks for history in the coming hour. Cursing at herself in hushed tone she waved off her friend.

“I’ve gotta grab my stuff, you can go on without me I’ll just meet you there.”

“You sure?”

She nodded rapidly, already in the process of swirling the combination into her lock, “Yeah! But if I don’t make it before Mr.Hendricks starts taking attendance—“

“I’ll cover for you.” Kat called back already making her way down the hall.

Huffing a sigh Y/N pulled the lock from its hold and finally tugged at the metal door. Within seconds of doing so her eyes were scanning the contents of the compartment, searching hastily for history textbook and blue notebook to match. She had everything inside all organized based on her schedule for the day, morning classes at the top and afternoon classes on the bottom—her jacket and other miscellaneous things taking up the space in the middle.

Stretching up on her toes to the upper part of her locker she reached beyond what her vision could see, hands scrapping at the assortment of books above her to find the necessities when suddenly the back of her hand brushed over something unfamiliar.

Eyebrows instantly furrowing Y/N knocked her hand against the object again, this time edging it off her Trigonometry textbook. It was a folded piece of lined paper, the tent shaped thing hitting the floor silently right in front of her feet.

Unknowing as to why a rush of chills scurried up her back as she stared it down. Usually seeing something of the sort would make her laugh, assuming it was from the likes of Kat or April or Sam but it was like somewhere in the depths of her mind she knew none of her friends had left it.

Bending at the knees she grasped the delicate thing between her index and middle finger, lifting it up along with herself until she stood resting against the side of her locker. She resisted the urge to anxiously tear it open, instead pulling at the folds ever so gently until it was laid over the tips of her fingers. “Meet me. 3 o’clock. Parking lot. Nate x.” Her heart wanted to jump out of her body through her throat. Genuinely, she could have puked on the linoleum floor beneath her feet as her eyes traced over the scrawled handwriting, the ink nearly bleeding through the paper itself from how clearly hard he had written the message over the lines, like there was nothing more important in the world.

Body tense and stomach turning Y/N nearly tripped over her own two feet into her locker door, a whirlwind of emotions hitting her all at once. She knew regardless of how she felt there was no escaping this encounter. He would be waiting right on the side of his truck, eyes heavily staring at the library exit to the parking lot watching every body that came out of the school building until she showed. And if she didn’t? Well she was sure he’d find her regardless.

But why, despite the obvious fear crawling over her bones, was there a lingering warmth building in the pit of her stomach? The same familiar sensation she had every time she felt his fingertips drift over the length of her skin, grasping at folds, tugging on the sweetest of spots until her breathe was caught at the very back of her throat.

It was..excitement. Sheer curiosity.

Who could blame her?

“Miss Y/L/N.”

Nearly jumping out of her own skin she spun round of her heel to see Vice Principal Sanders standing parallel across the hall, arms crossed over his chest as he stared her down.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?”

The question prompted her to glance upward at the clock on the wall above his head, coming back to reality for the moment to recognize she had been at her locker for much longer than her mind thought.

Stammering over her words and hastily throwing the letter amongst the books and her jacket Y/N nodded rapidly, laughing awkwardly aloud as she finally grasped the blue textbook from the top shelf before slamming the locker closed, “Yeah—yes of course, on my way there now.” She beamed respectfully, already moving in the area of Mr.Hendricks classroom.

Sanders nodded slow and almost in question, eyebrow raised at her. Admittedly the whole throwing the note back into her locker and shutting the damn thing as quick as she could probably looked extremely suspicious to most anyone. In the moment though she hoped that her spotless record and hours of community service helped her maintain the cover of “perfect inconspicuous student.” She didn’t have the time nor the nerve to be questioned by Vice Principle Asshole right now.

Luckily, it took.

“Alright. Good..hurry up.”

She smiled once more (more so due to relief than anything else) and waved politely, “Of course!”

Turning back around with a roll of the eyes and a deep huff she quickened her step, eyes searching between the numerous classrooms to find her own. And as she roamed the halls so did her mind.

To Nate.

A million questions darted around her mind and rightfully so, but there was only one that stood out beyond the others.

What did she get herself into?

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A/N: not some of my best work but I felt bad that I hadn’t updated this in so long so I hope you guys enjoyed it regardless :)

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unadulteratedlandsoulshark · 2 years

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Imagine the reader has panic attacks and Jess helps the reader calm down

(A/N): Here you go, hun

Warning: Description of a panic attack.

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unadulteratedlandsoulshark · 2 years

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“Cause you can't just go around stealing things from everyone… what's so funny?” you asked, about to lose the little patience you still had.

“Did you know your face turns red when you're angry?” he said calmly, clearly enjoying the moment.

You opened your mouth to say something. Anything. But when you didn't find a coherent sentence, you closed it, now aware of how blushed you were.

“Plus, you have no proof that it was me who stole Babette's ugly gnome.” he stated with a grin.

“Ha! But you just gave it to me, I didn't say what was stolen.” a pointing finger to his face and a surprised look on your face, made him chuckle. “Don't laugh at me! This is serious!”

Taking your wrist, he pulled your hand down, dragging you closer to him.

“I'll tell you what,” his grip on you was still there. “I'll show you where the gnome might be hidden if you come with me for some ice cream.”

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unadulteratedlandsoulshark · 2 years

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Night visitor | Jess Mariano x Reader

Summary: Jess pays you a little visit in the middle of the night

Pairing: Jess Mariano x Reader

Word count: 0.8k

Prompt: Hey! Could I please get a Jess Mariano x gn!reader imagine using prompts 3 and 14?

Note: I misread the prompt and didn’t see gn!reader… I’m so sorry! I’ll pay more attention next time

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A series of scrapings and rustlings against your window woke you from your slumber. You stirred and frowned, curious about the provenance of the noises. There were often raccoons and other wild animals coming to your yard at night, but this didn’t sound like a wild animal.

Half awake, you turned on the night lamp and got up to check, pulling the blinds and seeing Jess standing outside your window.

He raised an eyebrow and a smile curled at the corner of his lips, seeing you through the glass of the window. It was mid-November so it must be cold outside. Too cold to be standing in a denim jacket.

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