Pitt and Tarantino both think they’ve got the next Marilyn Monroe in Sydney, “but it’s a lot more than her talent that’s gotten him hooked.” “She really wowed them both, especially Brad who wants to do more projects with her and spend time off set to get to know her.” “They’ve spoken a few times since the movie wrapped on Nov. 1, 2018 and it’s been intensely friendly between them,“ spilled the insider. "Nobody would be surprised if he asked her out on a date, even though there is that huge age difference.”
summary: cassie can’t keep it in anymore, and tells y/n — her best friend — about nate. her reaction is certianly something.
WARNINGS: mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, strong language, shouting, a shit-ton of betrayal, fem!reader, angst.
Y/N OPENS THE DOOR, TO COME FACE TO FACE WITH A SOBBING CASSIE. she looked heartbroken. “oh, shit,” her brows furrow, as she quickly steps forward, wrapping her friend in a warm, loving hug. y/n ushers her inside, closing the door behind her. “honey — what happened?”
cassie only sobs more, burying her face in y/n’s neck. “i did something really stupid.”
as y/n sits cassie on her bed after having to force her to walk up the stairs, she sits facing cassie, y/n’s hand in hers. “honey,” she tucks a strand of hair behind cassie’s ear. “i need you to tell me what happened. or else i can’t help you — and there’s no fucking way i’m going to sit here and watch you cry like i’m a fucking ornament in the corner.”
cassie laughs at that. “i have to tell you something.” she brushes her hair behind her ears, tears welling in her eyes as she realises that what she’s about to say might ruin her fucking life. it might take you away — same thing. “but i need you to promise you won’t hate me.”
y/n swallows, nodding. “i promise.”
“i-” a salty dear falls down cassie’s cheek. “fuck. okay — i know this is really fucking shit and i hate everything because of it and i-”
y/n interrupts her. “cassie, spit it out.”
“i fucked nate jacobs.” cassie doesn’t dare look up at her best friend, keeping her eyes trained on the pretty bed sheets.
y/n completely stills. she doesn’t move a fucking muscle for a few minutes — cassie began to worry that she wasn’t breathing. but she was. “what?”
cassie gulps, looking up at her friend with glassy eyes. “don’t make me say it again.”
“what the fuck.” y/n doesn’t tear her eyes away from cassie’s. the blonde sniffles, wiping a tear away from her eye. “you’re fucking nate jacobs? as-in maddy’s ex-boyfriend nate jacobs?”
“please don’t be mad at me.” cassie’s starting to cry again. “i didn’t mean to. it wasn’t supposed to happen i swear. i was drunk — i was really fucking drunk. and he was just there and… and i wanted something. i wanted someone just to make me feel noticed that night and someone to make me feel fucking loved and — he was there.”
y/n’s grip on her bed sheet became much tighter. “when was this?”
cassie gulps, realising she was about to fucking really ruin her life. y/n wouldn’t be very fucking happy about her answer. so she tried to get out of it. “i don’t know, i— it doesn’t even matter-”
“when was this?” y/n repeats herself, her gaze piercing into cassie’s soul.
cassie takes a deep breath. “new year’s eve.”
y/n immediately scoffs, standing up, spacing around the room — her hand is at the back of her neck, fiddling with the tag of her shirt. “you needed someone to loveyou?”
she turns to face cassie once more. the girl stares up at her friend guiltily, both of their eyes glazed with tears. “y/n, i wasn’t-”
“you wanted— you needed someone to love you, hm? because there was no-one fucking there. is that right? no one?” y/n speaks fast, stray tears slipping down her rosy cheeks — she remembers the night before new year’s eve vividly.
she had told cassie she loved her. romantically. y/n wouldn’t be as angry if cassie had kindly told her she didn’t return her feelings, but this was so much worse. cassie had said those three haunting words back to her. they had a beautiful fucking night — they talked for hours, they laughed, they cried, they told each other how much they loved one another.
and now cassie seems to believe that no-one fucking loves her.
“y/n, that’s not what i meant.” cassie’s really starting to cry now.
y/n wipes another tear from her cheek. “you know how much i fucking love you.” she pauses, swallowing a sob. her eyes are glassy, her cheeks are rosy, her breathing is quick, and she looks like she’s about to fucking faint. “you knew then, and you knew now. you knew before i told you — before i fucking confessed. you know i’d do anything for you, and i’d fall at your fucking feet if you asked me to. and do you know why?”
cassie cries again, rubbing her eyes. she shakes her head. looking down. “it’s because i fucking love you. it’s because i’m in love with you, cass. and you know that. but, nate fucking jacobs is much better, isn’t he.”
“listen to me, y/n.” cassie looks up at her best friend, taking her hand in her own. “it only happened a couple times. and- and a couple hours ago when i was on his bed and i felt so out of place all i thought about was you. and-”
“a couple hours ago?” y/n interrupts her, she doesn’t look angry now. she seems pretty fucking sad. “after you left last night, after you fucking kissed me… you went to him?”
cassie’s eyes are wide, and the skin around them is puffy — her cheeks are red, and her lip is quivering. “well, cassie. you’ve done it now. now you’ve got two people fucking loving you at once!”
“i’m ending it, y/n, i love you-” cassie stands up, cupping her hands around y/n’s face.
y/n steps back, her skin wet and warm, covered in tears. “don’t you fucking dare say that to me. i don’t want to hear it.” she steps towards the door, looking back at her friend. “you can tell that to nate.”
cassie’s about to step forward, but stops as y/n makes her way out of the room. “you can show yourself out.”
nate was worried that he hadn’t heard from you. it had been a full day. especially after maddy’s texts. those had also suspiciously just stopped.
nate hadn’t tried calling a bunch because he knew you needed rest and limited screen time as per doctors orders, but the thought of maddy turning you against him made him sick with worry.
so when his mom made your favorite brownies and soup, he had the perfect excuse to come over.
he tried to pick a time when your brothers would be at the gas station and it’d just be you at the house, but it was ash who opened the door to him, “why are you here?” ash asked bluntly.
nate looked down towards the to-go containers he was holding and shrugged, “i have her make-up work from some classes.” that part was a lie, but he needed in the door somehow, “and rue said she likes brownies.”
ash raised an eyebrow. he knew damn well nate jacobs and rue bennett did not speak, but he opened the door for nate to walk in, “she’s in her room. 2nd door. leave the door open.” nate nodded and walked to your room, pretending to not know where it was.
you hadn’t been listening to the exchange as you had your headphones in and were listening to a sad playlist. you didn’t know why you were so upset, you just were.
you looked up to see a big shadowy figure and nearly jumped out of your skin, “jesus christ, nate,” you swore, taking off your headphones and sitting up.
“sorry, i knocked,” nate said, sitting next to you and presenting you the brownies and soup. he really didn’t know what to say with how he was trying to make things up to you.
“your moms?” you said with a small smile. his mom’s cooking was your favorite thing, especially her brownies.
he nodded, “we’re both worried about you.” his voice was quiet, “i was worried something happened or maddy did. she had texted me all this shit.”
you cut him off, “she did come to see me,” you cleared your throat. “it made me question us.” most of the small happiness of him showing up, drained out of you.
nate’s heart plummeted. his worst fear was coming true. anger slowly started to boil inside of him.
“but not for reasons you think,” you whispered and grabbed his hand, “i don’t get why you won’t show me off? why aren’t you fighting for us to be public? shouldn’t you want to be able to parade me around? you loved doing it with maddy, you always made her seem so fucking special…” your voice drifted.
“are you ashamed of me, nate? because of where i come from?” your voice was now barely above a whisper.
and with those questions, nate’s world shattered. he grabbed your hand and held it, “how could you think that? i want to show everyone that you’re mine and no one else’s.”
you could tell he meant it by the way his pulse quickened as he spoke about making you his, “do it then, consequences be damned.” you spoke, leaning into his ear.
nate snaked his hand into your hair to pull you closer and kiss you, but you heard footsteps coming towards you. you pulled off of him, caressing his jaw. you moved to the opposite edge of the bed so it would look less suspicious and then yelled, “hey ash! nate’s gonna hang with me for a while and catch me up on some school stuff if you wanna go help fez.”
you released hands with nate as ash walked to the doorway, “you sure?”
you nodded and stood up so you could talk to ash alone, when you were out of the door, you whispered, “it’s fine. he’s going through something right now, okay? we’re just gonna watch a movie after, okay bub?”
ash nodded and looked up at you, “you promise you’ll call if anything happens?”
you nodded, “i promise. don’t tell fez, but nate and i are kinda friends. so it’ll be okay, kiddo. i trust him.” you kissed his forehead and hugged him, “i love you.”
“just coz y’all are friends don’t mean i trust him anymore,” ash tutted.
“i’m not askin you to, dummy. now tell me you love me, or else.” you smiled and stood back to look at him.
“i love you too.” he said rolling his eyes and walking out the door. you heard the front door slam and lock which meant he was actually gone.
you walked back into your room with a grin on your face and looked over at nate sitting on your bed, “well we’re alone now.”
“come here and let me really show everyone how you’re mine, angel.” nate said waiting for you to join him back on his lap.
when you woke up, you woke up with a startle. you looked around and clutched your chest, scared something had happened.
“y/n, are you okay?” jules whispered, waking up from your sudden jolting movements.
you took a deep breathe and nodded, “i think so.” you took in your surroundings and everything started to settle. you were in elliot’s room, in elliot’s bed, in between him and jules and rue was next to jules. you were okay.
you laid back down and your phone buzzed, you picked it up. nate was calling you. the two of you had broken up less than 3 months ago. he had shattered your heart in the process of doing so.
you stared at the phone then at jules, “did something happen last night?” you asked softly.
jules shrugged, “you were being weird with your phone and wanted to leave but we wouldn’t let you.”
the phone stopped ringing, but only to start again. “fuck, i must’ve pissed him off.”
“just block him.” jules said, “he had you blocked for at least a month.”
you stuck your lip out, that was the last thing you wanted to do. in fact, you still wanted nate, badly.
you climbed out of bed, much to jules’ dismay and ran down the stairs to go outside.
you had missed his call again by the time you got outside, so you called him back, “what’s going on? where are you?” his tone was angry and he didn’t even say hi.
“whoa, give me a minute nate. i just woke up and i honestly don’t know what’s happening.” you said, while crouching to sit on elliot’s outside stoop.
“you don’t remember anything you said last night?” there was pain in his voice.
“i haven’t had time to look. i was blacked. i just woke up, baby…” the name slipped from your mouth. it had been the first time you two had talked on the phone since the breakup, “sorry, just gimme a few and we can talk, okay?”
you swore you heard nate’s breath hitch when you called him baby.
“i was just worried. you said you’d come over and then you just stopped responding. i tried to come get you but you wouldn’t tell me where you were. sorry for my tone.” he stated quietly.
you were shocked. “oh, um, it’s okay. i probably didn’t tell you because im at elliot’s and i know you hated me being here when we were together so i didn’t want you to be super pissed and come here when i was drunk and it cause a scene. rue and jules are here too tho. we all slept over.”
you could tell nate was biting his tongue from saying anything, “can i come get you and take you to breakfast? i can give you some time to get ready and read the messages but …”
you cut him off, “yes i’d love that.” your heart yearned to see him again. “pick me up in 20, okay?”
author’s note: i write a romanticized version of nate. in my fics, he has still a dick but waaaay different than the show. isn’t abusive / all the other things that make him really yucky, very non-cannon.
if you don’t like that, find a different fic to read!
authors note: i ALWAYS romanticize nate. he in NON CANNON. don’t like how he is portrayed, don’t read!
warnings: a little bit of dom!nate x sub!reader
“nate, please!” you gasped as he removed his palm from over your underwear. you had been grinding into his palm for the past 5 minutes, desperate for relief and he was loving every second of it.
“tell me how bad you want me baby, that you’ll use any part of me to get off.” he said in a hushed voice, right next to your ear, then biting your ear.
you whined, “please. please. please. need you so fucking bad. feel like i’m gonna explode if i don’t. such a dumb slut only for you, natey.” you were on brink of crying. you were grinding into nothing, desperately searching for something as you laid next to him.
“yeah baby, that’s it. such a good dumb baby.” he hooked his leg in between your thighs, “keep begging and i’ll let you ride my thigh, sweetheart.”
you gasped at the contact to your clit, electricity running through your body, but he held your hips still so you began to beg, “holy fuck. need you to make me cum so bad. can’t think about anything else except it. wanna make you cum too.”
nate loosened his bruising grip, “good girl. you can move now.” you loved him being in control of your every move when you were like this. you got to work desperately grinding into him, gasping.
nate grabbed your hair with one hand to expose your neck to the side. he slowly leaned down and began to kiss you softly until he was gently biting on your pulse point, “rougher nate, please.” you grunted. you loved nate rough and you knew he loved it too. you trusted him not to hurt you and he knew your limits.
his other hand went to your jaw and brought it up so you were kissing him. he bit your lip and pulled making you hiss. the hand in your hair dropping to your ass and squeezing.
you kissed him with equal fervor and bit his lip right back which he wasn’t expecting. this made him laugh a little, “baby thinks she’s tough huh? wants to be in charge? guess i better stop then.”
he began to unclench his leg so the tension to your grinding so any built up pressure to your release was slipping, “no no no, please ‘m sorry. didn’t mean to, just like bitin you.”
his hand that was holding your jaw loosened and his thumb traced your mouth. it fell open for him and he slid his finger in. you closed your mouth and sucked lightly.
“atta girl, just desperate to suck anything she can get her hands on huh?” he said softly, nate adored how you looked with anything in your mouth. he adored how you looked period when you were being good and listening, but he couldn’t deny what you being a brat did to him.
you nodded, words escaping you, tension building up inside you again, “natey, ‘m close.” you whined softly.
you pressed your lips to his neck and ground your core down onto his thigh, trying to hold off on your release.
“okay baby, cum for me,” he bit your earlobe as his words echoed around you.
you cried out, gasping his name, clenching around his thighs and nate holding you steady.
once you came down from your high, nate kissed you and ran a hand along your cheek, “you okay?”
you nodded, “wanna make you cum, baby.” you smiled and stood up so you could push him back onto his bed.
“that’s my girl.” nate smirked, starting to shrug his shorts off. and that was one of the reasons nate jacobs was in love with you.
