Showing - House Of The Dragon
Staring - Oscar Tully (Age Up) X Targaryen Reader (Daeron's Twin)
Rating - 18+ (Nudity / Eating Out / Erections / Interuptions)
Reading Time - 14 min 23 sec (1869)
Oscar and Y/n kept their hands locked together as she led him through the strict rows of green tents, ever careful not to step where they would be seen or heard. They grabbed Oscar’s taken armour, his deep bronze scale-covered armour, with his sigil emblazoned on the chestplate. As well as to her own tent, gathering all she wanted to take with her, it wasn’t much, filling only a single bag, everything else being left abandoned.
As the sun began to peek up from across the horizon and the sky filled with bright purples, they made a final stop at Y/n’s beloved dragon. The pale beast Tampatoba sat feasting on a lamb surrounded by the large wooden poles that sealed him and Teserian from the army.
A single tear went down her cheek as she ran her hand over Tampatoba’s scales and pressed her forehead against him. “I am so sorry, my darling.” She whimpered,
“What will happen to him?” Oscar asked,
“... I don’t know, they will protect him, he’ll find his way home without his rider regardless. Perhaps.. Someone else will claim him in time.”
“Are you sure you want to leave him?”
She sniffled and nodded, “I’m sure, it’s too great a power for me. Poor things can’t ever just be creatures, weapons, vehicles, and endless pawns. He will be better without me.”
“If you’re sure, princess.”
She sighed and gave her dragon a small kiss before she slowly stepped away,
“Are you okay?”
“I will be,” she nodded, fighting back her tears, clutching desperately to Oscar’s arm,
He held her hand tightly and kissed her temple softly, “Come on, before the sun rises any higher.”
“You’re right,” she sighed, “let’s go.”
With one final glance, they bolted hand in hand from the camp and into the woods.
They kept their steps light and their path strange, ensuring they wouldn’t be tracked and followed. Making sure they moved fast through the thick trees as the sun rose higher. They soon came to the river, the very one Oscar had been forced to wade through, bound and gagged by Ormond’s men after he was captured.
“Okay, we get across the river, they won’t be able to track us, then it’s just a short walk to the camp, my men will be waiting,” Oscar explained, already wading his boots into the water, but his hand broke from hers,
“You’re men…”
“Yes, My lords and Rivermen.”
“And my uncle.”
“...Of course, Daemon.” Oscar sighed,
“He will hang me, or worse, for my treason.”
“It was not your treason; you did as you were commanded, and he will not hold that against you, not after you saved my life and swore fealty to Rhaeynra.”
“But he will make me fetch Tampatoba, make me fight for your side. I do not want to fight for either. I wanted to be away from this war.”
“... I know,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair,
“I cannot face my uncle, I told you I wanted no part in this war on either side of it. Dying for my half-sister is no different than dying for my brother.”
“I know it’s not what you want, all I can do is swear to you, on my life, on the old gods and the new that I will protect you, I will keep you safe, my men are sworn to me, and they will not force you to fight if you wish not to. I know you are afraid of Daemon, but I have made him listen to me on far smaller matters than this. Please Y/n… You have to trust me, Princess,” he explained, extending his hand to her,
She stared at his hand for a moment, her heart racing, but slowly she slid her hand into his own and hitched up her dress, stepping down into the water so they could wade the river together.
Oscar smiled widely as they crossed and helped her up onto the bank first, “There we go, you alright?”
“Mhm,”
“Good,” he smiled, hopping out himself and kissing her cheek, “Come on, you can stay in my tent.”
Oscar managed to sneak Y/n into the black’s army camp and to his own tent without drawing any attention. He quickly let go of her hand once he knew they were safe and checked around his space, ensuring his sword, the rest of his armour, and his belongings all remained as they should have. He let out a sigh of relief once he knew his tent had almost certainly been left undisturbed in his absence.
Y/n busied herself also, throwing kindling onto the small fire pit in the centre and starting up a fire to warm the tent.
“Ever so resourceful, aren’t you?” he chuckled turning and leaning his arms on the table to better see her,
As she loomed beside the fire pit, stoking the baby flames. “I’m cold and all wet,” she whined, twisting water from her hair,
He scoffed, “I can think of a way to warm you.”
“Oscar.” She playfully glared,
“What?” He smugly smirked, “You told me later… it’s later,” he said as he pushed off the table and lost the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his body against her back, “We are safe and sound in my nice tent, I am very sure I can make you feel hot and steamy without needing you to be stood tending the fire.” he growled into her ear as his hands slid over her thin dress making no secret of their route and intentions, one hand moved up to cup her breast while the other slid down and began to rub on her clit through her dress.
She gasped and leaned her head back against his shoulder, letting her smile widen, “Shouldn’t you go tell your men you have returned safely? Perhaps go and see my uncle to confirm you escaped Ormond’s clutches?”
“That can wait.” He answered, “Come on, don’t you know how much restraint I used, not just pushing you against a tree?”
“Fine,” she scoffed, shifting her hips against his hand,
“You really are a perfect princess,” he smirked, before he grabbed her hips, lifted her up and all but tossed her down on the small cot he had as an excuse for a bed,
She giggled as she lay on her back, her hair splayed out across the rough blanket, her cheeks flushed red, her breasts heaving, and her dress hanging around her thighs,
He leant down and kissed her lips deeply and passionately before he sank down to his knees, grabbed her thighs, prying them apart and shoving up her dress to bare her cunt to him. “Fuck yes-” He cursed, “Can I… can I eat please, princess!” he whined, rubbing the tip of his nose between her lips,
“Yes, Oscar,” She cooed, taking her hand down to stroke his fluffy curls,
“Fuck I love you-” he groaned as he dove between her thighs, his lips latching at her cunt. He kissed her clit passionately, hungrily and desperately. He licked and nuzzled as deeply as he could, his own saliva and her juices dripping around his jaw and chin.
She trembled and moaned, twisting her fingers into his hair and throwing her head back over and over with pleasure. Her hips were shifting and bucking from the intense sparks of thrilling desire,
But Oscar held her thighs tighter, ensuring she wouldn’t move or squeeze his head too hard. He groaned and moaned into her skin, almost completely latched to her, attacking her like a man starved, overwhelmed with arousal so much he was convinced his britches would burst open from how hard this made him. Every little whimper of desire above him made his mind flood with thoughts of doing this for hours! “Fuck- I could eat you morning, noon and night, princess…”
“Oscar!” she squealed, throwing her head back from him, sucking on her clit so hard,
“Shhh, you don’t want my men coming in and finding you like this, do you?” He smirked, “Then again… maybe they should get used to their lord paramount being between his princesses’ legs.”
“I- I Can- can’t-” she choked between moans,
“I know… I know you're close… I can feel how much you're trembling for it,” he growled, “You can, my sweet princess,”
Y/n listened, and it only took a few more seconds of his utter smothering of pleasure before she hit her orgasm, her body shaking as she screamed, her legs kicking, before she slumped on the bed, gasping and panting,
Oscar helped her ride out every last second, licking and sucking until he knew she had felt every moment of pleasure he could provide, but even then, he didn’t stop kissing her overstimulated clit just to hear her little whimpers,
“Oscar- Oscar stop-” she whined, pushing his head out of her legs and clamping her thighs closed,
“Awwwww… Y/n, I was enjoying myself.” He playfully whinnied, as he got to his feet and set one knee on the cot, “Come on, just a little more, you tasted so good,” he begged, licking his lips devilishly, before he pounced on her, grabbing her thighs, trying to pry them open again, kissing and biting at her ankles,
Y/n giggled, kicking and letting out little playful squeals, "Wouldn't you rather I just return the favour?"
"You already did last night," He smirked, "I'm getting to play with you this time."
"Then isn't there something else you'd rather do?" she asked, moving her foot down to rub on his hard bulge,
"Fuck-"
"Or do you not trust me enough?" she cooed, looping her toe around the ties and starting to undo them,
"I think we both know how much I trust you now, princess," he smirked, letting her go so he could undo his britches as fast as possible, to free his desperate cock-
Until the tent flap opened, revealing some levil in Tully armour, likely some random army boy from some Riverland keep, whose jaw flew open at the sight before him, “M- my lord Tully-”
“Shit!” Oscar cursed, quickly grabbing Y/n’s dress and pulling it down to conceal her, as well as not turning away from the boy since he didn’t exactly want some army boy seeing he was as hard as the walls of Storms End, quickly shoving himself back into his britches and lacing them tight. “Yes… What is it?”
“The uhh… the King Consort needs to see you, as you are returned.” The boy stuttered, trying not to look at Y/n in her flustered state,
“Very well, tell him I will be there soon.” Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair,
“He said- he said now, My lord.”
“Fine.” Oscar sighed, climbing off the cot and quickly getting his cloak to help hide the bulge in his britches. He leaned down and gave Y/n a small kiss on the forehead, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
She nodded and smiled, watching as he left her side,
But just as they left the tent, Oscar grabbed the boy by the scruff, “You didn’t see her, nor did you hear a word, and if I ever hear mention of any of this, I will gut you like a cod fish, clear?”
“Y-yes, my Lord.” The boy nodded,
“Good, take me to Daemon.” Oscar sighed, following the boy into the camp.
★ Tags: Slow burn, multi-chapter, hurt/comfort, alcohol use, underage drinking, spiked drink, party, alternate universe ★
★ Authors Note (I recommend you read this before reading the fic)★
★ You never expected to end up in Arcadia Bay. After your parents’ divorce, Monterey Bay and its endless shoreline became a memory, replaced by Blackwell Academy and your mother’s new life. Another rich kid with too much history, trying to survive in a town that feels like it’s holding its breath.
Then you meet Nathan Prescott. Arrogant. Chaotic. Magnetic in a way you don’t want to admit. He’s unraveling under pressures you can’t see. And somehow, against all reason, the two of you collide—two broken kids learning you might not be as different as you thought.
Or; A slow-burn about the boy everyone gave up on, and the girl who should have known better. ★
I didn’t think my first month at Blackwell would end with me standing at the edge of a drained swimming pool, holding a red cup like it was a shield.
Technically, I hadn’t even agreed to this. Courtney shoved the invite at me, all conspiratorial grin and faux-sincerity, and I didn’t say no. I didn’t say yes because I wanted to— I said nothing because I wanted to see if I could still feel anything besides rehearsed calm. It’s easier than explaining why I’d rather stay in my dorm with headphones on, listening to someone else’s heartbreak through the wall.
The pool reeked of chlorine and vodka, like bleach smeared over a crime scene. The tiles were cracked, the paint flaking, but that didn’t matter when someone strung up strobe lights and turned the belly of the place into a dance floor. From above, it probably looked like a fish tank gone wrong—drunk kids thrashing where water used to be.
I shouldn’t be here. I can already hear my mom’s voice if she knew where I was: You know better than this, Jacqueline. My dad wouldn’t say anything at all, just pour another drink.
But some part of me—some ugly, restless part—wants to let go. To not be the girl who does everything right. To see what it feels like to stop holding my breath for once.
Victoria didn’t slow down beside me. She yanked my wrist like she owned it. “Stop hovering, Jackie. You look like a fucking narc.”
“I’ve been here ten seconds,” I said.
“Long enough.” Her sequined dress flashed like a warning light in the strobes. “Smile. Pretend you’re not judging everyone. They’ll eat you alive if you don’t.”
So I smiled. Polite. Practiced. The kind of smile that belonged in a yearbook photo, not here.
⸻
The “bar” was a folding table already sticky with liquor. Hayden leaned over it shirtless, sweat shining on his chest, pouring shots like he owned the place. His backwards snapback was hanging on for dear life, his grin already too wide for how early it was in the night.
“Jackie Harlow,” he crowed when Victoria shoved me forward. “Monterey princess herself. What’ll it be? Wait—don’t answer. I got you.”
He sloshed neon liquid into a cup and shoved it across the table like it was some sacred offering.
I peered down at the glowing mess. “What the hell is this?”
“Magic,” he said, tapping his chest like a salesman. “Also, technically, vodka, Gatorade, and one other thing I’m not legally allowed to disclose.”
“Translation: you don’t know,” I said.
“Wrong. I know it gets the job done.” He raised a brow, teasing. “Drink it or I’ll call you a pussy forever.”
Victoria arched a brow too, her mouth a thin, smug line. “Don’t be lame.”
So I took a sip. It burned like cough syrup and nail polish remover. I coughed hard enough my eyes watered.
Hayden laughed so loud people actually turned to look. “Atta girl. She’s one of us now.”
“Or one of your future victims,” I muttered.
He leaned his elbows on the table, studying me with that same frat-boy charm he spread over everyone. “You think I’m poisoning you?”
“I think you’re capable of it,” I said. “But only by accident.”
That got another laugh. Not cruel, not mocking — more like he actually enjoyed someone clapping back at him.
For all his noise and sweat, Hayden wasn’t the worst. He could be obnoxious, sure, and he loved being the loudest guy in the room, but he wasn’t sharp like Victoria or slippery like Zachary. With him, what you saw was what you got. It was almost… refreshing.
“Relax, Harlow,” he said, nudging my cup back toward me. “I’m not out to ruin your life. Not tonight, anyway.”
“Good to know,” I said.
“Besides,” he added with a smirk, “I like you better than half these clowns. You’re not fake.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or a warning. Maybe both.
“Jackie!”
Courtney tottered toward me, heels already in her hands, eyeliner smudged to hell. She hugged me like we’d known each other for years instead of weeks.
“You made it! See, I told Vic you weren’t some boring little prude.”
“Thanks,” I said, not sure if it was a compliment.
Taylor appeared behind her, nails tapping on her phone. “Oh, please. She still looks like she’s got a stick up her ass.”
Courtney giggled. “Be nice.”
Taylor’s eyes flicked over me. “Cute dress, though. What is that, Nordstrom? Bet your mom picked it out.”
“Better than whatever thrift store you raided,” I said before I could stop myself.
Courtney’s gasp was drowned by Taylor’s laugh. “Oh, okay. She’s got claws. I can respect that.”
Victoria smirked from where she was scrolling through her own phone. “Don’t push her too hard, Tay. We don’t want her running back to the chess club.”
“Fuck off,” Taylor shot back, but there was no real heat. They thrived on this.
Dana was in the middle of the floor, hips rolling like she was auditioning for something explicit. When she spotted me watching, she grinned and shouted, “Come dance, new girl! Don’t be a boring bitch.”
“Tempting,” I yelled back, “but I don’t want to break my neck in these shoes.”
“Laaaame!” She blew me a kiss and spun back into the crowd.
I leaned on the railing after that, sipping slowly, watching. That’s what I did best: watch.
Zachary sidled up next to me, already red-faced and grinning too wide, the collar of his polo popped like he thought it was 2010.
“You gonna stand there all night, Harlow?” he asked, leaning his weight into the railing like he owned it. “Or you waiting for me to ask you to dance?”
“I’m observing,” I said.
He smirked, eyes glittering in the strobes. “Bet you’d rather observe me in the locker room.”
“Bet I’d rather pass calculus.”
“Ouch.” His grin didn’t falter. Rejection clearly rolled right off him. He leaned closer, lowering his voice like he thought he was being slick. “C’mon, admit it. You like a guy with stamina.”
His hand brushed mine on the railing, casual but not accidental.
I pulled my hand back and lifted my cup instead. “Nice try.”
Before he could answer, Victoria materialized like smoke. “Jesus Christ, Zachary. Can’t you keep your dick in your pants for five minutes?”
He straightened, putting on mock offense. “What? I was just being friendly.”
“Friendly? Please.” Her lip curled. “You’re a slut. And not even a good one. Jackie’s too good for you anyway, so fuck off before I make a scene.”
The words cracked like a whip. A couple of kids nearby actually looked over. Zachary’s smirk wavered, then hardened.
“You’re still bitter,” he said, pointing his cup at her. “Don’t take it out on me.”
“Bitter?” Victoria let out a sharp laugh. “You wish. You were a warm body, Zach. That’s all. Consider your services terminated.”
He muttered something under his breath and slunk off toward a group of sophomores, already zeroing in on his next target.
Victoria rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t stick that way. She turned back to me with a dry little smile. “For the record, he was my usual hookup. Emphasis on was. Total slut. Don’t waste your time.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
“Good.” She linked her arm through mine like she was staking a claim. “You need a certain level of taste to survive here. Trust me, I’m doing you a favor.”
Her sequined shoulder brushed against mine, and I had the sudden, sinking realization: she wasn’t wrong.
⸻
The night spiraled after that. Shots shoved into my hands. Courtney dragging me into group selfies, duck lips and middle fingers. Victoria whispering ruthless commentary in my ear like a poisoned friend: Her tits are fake. That guy’s broke. She’s fucked half the football team, don’t touch that cup.
I didn’t argue. Sometimes she was wrong. More often she wasn’t.
By midnight the pool floor was slick with spilled booze and broken glass. Someone was puking in the bushes, someone else sobbing in the bathroom. Hayden had lost his shirt completely, waving a bottle like a sword. Dana was still dancing, hair plastered to her face. Taylor was screaming at a sophomore for “stealing the fucking aux.”
And me?
I was still leaning against the railing, buzzed and tired, trying to decide if I was part of this or just orbiting around it.
Courtney spotted me before I could slip away. “Jackie! Don’t be such a wallflower. Come down here.” She was barefoot now, her hair stuck to her forehead. She grabbed my arm before I could argue, tugging me down the ladder into the drained pool.
The bass hit me in the chest, harder, meaner. Sweat and perfume and smoke tangled in the air. Courtney shoved a cup back in my hand, her smile bright and sloppy. “Drink up. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”
The music shifted. Some heavy remix with a bassline like a heartbeat. Courtney twirled me into the crowd and suddenly I was surrounded—Dana laughing like a maniac, Hayden sloshing beer over his shoulder, Taylor rolling her eyes but still dancing.
I let go.
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe the strobe lights, maybe the need to prove I wasn’t as uptight as they thought. My hips found the beat, my hair stuck to my cheeks, my laugh came too easily. For once I wasn’t thinking about grades or transcripts or my mom’s voice in my head reminding me to act like a Harlow. I was just here, moving, breathing, alive.
Someone cheered. Someone spilled beer down my arm. I didn’t care.
“Not bad, new girl!” Dana shouted over the music. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Surprise,” I yelled back.
She grinned, pulling me into another spin. My drink sloshed onto the tile. I laughed so hard my ribs ached.
For the first time since moving to Arcadia Bay, I didn’t feel hollow.
⸻
The party was peaking, bodies crashing, lights flashing, when the temperature shifted. It was subtle at first—like static crawling across skin. Heads turned toward the doors.
Nathan Prescott had arrived.
He didn’t so much walk in as storm. His jacket was half-zipped, his sneakers streaked with mud, his face already twisted into a snarl. He shoved past a couple making out by the door, nearly knocking them over. People parted around him instinctively, like he carried his own weather.
“Nateeee!” Hayden bellowed, too drunk to notice the tension. “Get your ass over here!”
Nathan didn’t answer. His eyes locked on Zachary, who was leaning against the bar, arm around some giggling sophomore.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Nathan’s voice cut through the music, sharp and brutal.
Zach looked up, smirked. “Chill, Prescott. Not everything’s about you.”
“Don’t fucking touch my shit,” Nathan snapped, shoving Zach so hard the kid staggered into the table. Cups toppled, vodka splashing across the tiles.
Zach’s smirk faltered. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“My problem,” Nathan spat, “is assholes who don’t know their place.” His hands were fists, his chest heaving. “You think you can steal from me? You think you can talk shit? My dad could bury you, Zach. Bury your whole fucking family. You’d disappear so fast no one would even remember your name.”
The crowd hushed. Even the music seemed quieter.
Zach’s bravado cracked; he shoved back weakly, muttering, “You’re psycho, man.”
Nathan lunged again, veins straining at his neck, until Victoria’s voice sliced in from the sidelines.
“Jesus Christ, Nate,” she drawled, bored, like she’d seen it a hundred times. “You’re not actually gonna kill him. Calm the fuck down.”
Laughter rippled nervously through the crowd, breaking the tension just enough.
Nathan sneered, yanked his jacket tighter, and turned away, muttering curses under his breath.
I stood there, still breathless from dancing, watching the wreckage of the scene. Zach slunk off, pale and rattled. Hayden tried to restart the music. Conversations resumed in stilted bursts.
“Don’t worry,” Victoria said beside me, sipping her drink like nothing had happened. “He’s not actually serious. Nathan’s just… an asshole.”
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the way everyone looked away, pretending it hadn’t happened. But something sharp and reckless burned through me.
“Then why the fuck does everyone let him act like that?” I blurted, louder than I meant to.
Heads turned. Victoria blinked at me. “Because he’s Nathan Prescott.”
“That’s not an answer.”
My voice carried. And Nathan heard it.
He spun, eyes locking on me for the first time, blue and furious. “What did you just say?”
The air went thin. My heart pounded, but I didn’t back down. “I said you don’t get to scream threats about your dad buying graves and then expect people to just laugh it off. It’s pathetic.”
Gasps, low laughter, Victorias’s hand gripping my wrist like shut up, Jackie.
Nathan’s mouth curled into a smile that wasn’t a smile. “And who the fuck are you supposed to be? Oh, right. The new girl. Jackie fucking Harlow. Thought you’d come slumming to see how the other half lives?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “At least I don’t need daddy’s money to make people afraid of me.”
That landed. His face flickered, ugly with something raw, before he barked a laugh. “Cute. Real fucking cute. You think you’re better than me? You don’t know shit about me.”
“You don’t know shit about me either,” I shot back.
The silence between us buzzed, heavy, electric. For a second it felt like the whole room was holding its breath.
The crowd roared. Relief, mockery, delight. The tension broke.
But Nathan’s eyes stayed on me, hard and searching, like he was memorizing my face.
That’s when someone shoved another cup into my hand. “Harlow, don’t wimp out now! You’re finally fun.”
I almost said no. But the thing about the Vortex club is that it doesn’t reward restraint. Say no too many times, and you’re the stuck-up bitch from California. So I smiled, clinked cups with him, and took a long swallow.
Too sweet. Too strong. Too… something.
The bass rattled the floor and I let it swallow me whole. Victoria had disappeared into some knot of upperclassmen, Courtney was chattering to Taylor in the corner, and I felt the space open up around me. So I went down onto the pool floor, into the mess of limbs and flashing lights.
I don’t remember who grabbed my hand first, or when the music started vibrating through my teeth instead of just my ribs, but suddenly I was moving. Someone pressed against me from behind, someone else spun me, glowstick bracelets streaked neon in the dark, and I laughed too loudly, way too loudly.
Everything was funny. Everything was light.
Until it wasn’t.
Because the floor kept tilting. My legs weren’t my legs. The laugh snagged in my throat. My skin felt wrong, too hot, too cold, my heartbeat skipping in a way I didn’t like.
I pushed at the bodies around me and staggered back, clutching the railing. The cup slipped from my hand, splashing neon liquor over my shoes. My vision doubled, then tripled.
Fuck.
The bathroom. I just needed air, water—something. But the crowd was a living thing, swallowing exits.
“Jackie?”
Victoria’s voice sliced through the noise, sharp and annoyed but threaded with actual concern. She materialized in front of me, glossy hair perfect even under strobe lights. “You look like shit.”
“Think I—” My tongue was clumsy. “Think something’s—”
Her eyes narrowed. She grabbed my chin, tilting my face up toward the light. “Goddammit. Who gave you—?” She spun, glaring at the crowd like she’d set it on fire.
I tried to laugh, but it came out like a cough. “Fine. I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine.”
And then another voice, sharper, male, dripping venom: “What the fuck now?”
Nathan Prescott.
He looked wrecked—eyes bloodshot, twitch in his jaw, shoulders hunched like a fuse burning too fast. He clocked me sagging against Victoria and sneered. “Jesus. Can’t even hold your liquor?”
“Shut up, Nathan,” Victoria snapped. “She’s been roofied or some shit.”
His face flickered—anger, then something darker—but it hardened into mockery. “Of course she has. Monterey princess can’t handle Arcadia Bay. Boo-fucking-hoo.”
“Don’t,” Victoria warned, her voice all steel. “I don’t have time to babysit her. Zach’s about to start shit again and if I’m not there, he’ll spin it like it’s my fault. You’re taking her back to the dorms.”
Nathan actually laughed. A short, cracked sound. “No fucking way. I’m not dragging little miss perfect through campus while she pukes on my designer shoes.”
“You want me to owe you one?” Victoria’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Because that’s what this is. One favor. You can cash it later.”
He cursed under his breath, running both hands through his hair. “Fuck. Fine. But if she yaks on me, I’m killing you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Victoria shoved me lightly toward him. “Don’t let her faceplant into traffic.”
I tried to protest, but my words tangled, spilling nonsense. Nathan’s hand closed around my wrist, rough, impatient, grounding.
“Come on, princess. Let’s get this over with.”
⸻
The night air hit like a slap, icy and sour with cigarette smoke. The world tilted harder. Nathan half-dragged, half-propped me along the sidewalk, muttering curses under his breath. His grip was iron, his pace brutal.
“Keep up, for fuck’s sake,” he snapped when I stumbled.
“I’m—tryin’.” My tongue felt fat. My throat thick.
He shot me a sidelong look, disgust laced with something sharper. Fear? No. Couldn’t be.
We reached Blackwell, the dorms looming dark against the sky. That’s when I saw him: the security guard, flashlight beam slicing across the courtyard.
Nathan froze. “Fuck. Fuck!” He dragged me back against the shadows of a tree, breathing hard. “He sees me like this, I’m done. You’re done. We’re both so fucking done.”
My knees buckled and I sagged against him, giggling weakly because the panic in his voice felt absurd.
“Shut the fuck up!” he hissed, shaking my shoulder. “Goddammit—” He raked his hands through his hair again, twitchy, frantic. Then: “New plan. My dorm. We’ll cut through the back. Just—fuck, just move.”
I couldn’t. Not really. So he pulled me, cursing every step, his arm iron-banded around my waist. The night blurred into fractured images: his sneakers scuffing pavement, the bitter taste in my mouth, the way his chest hitched like he was running from more than just a guard.
By the time we reached the boys’ dorms, I was half-collapsed against him, head lolling, the edges of everything pulsing in time with my heartbeat.
Nathan kicked open a door, shoved me inside, and slammed it shut.
The noise of the party was gone. Just silence, heavy and ringing.
He propped me against the wall and glared like I’d ruined his whole night. His hands were shaking. His pupils blown wide.
“Fucking perfect,” he spat. “Welcome to Blackwell, Jackie Harlow. Hope you’re enjoying the goddamn hospitality.”
I slumped sideways. The wall was cold against my cheek, and for a second I let my eyes close. Maybe if I just slept—
“Don’t.” Nathan’s voice cracked like a whip. He was in front of me in an instant, hands clamping down on my shoulders, shaking me once, sharp enough to make my head snap back. “You don’t fucking sleep, you hear me?”
A laugh bubbled up, thin and broken. “Bossy.”
“Shut the hell up.” His voice was raw. He pushed me toward the couch, and I collapsed onto it, limbs heavy and useless. He hovered, pacing, muttering, yanking at his hair until strands stuck out in jagged tufts.
“I saw it. I fucking saw it,” he whispered. “Knew it was gonna happen—your glass, that shit in your drink—and nobody believed me. Nobody. Just—” His words tumbled into static, cut with jagged breaths. “And now—fuck. Fuck.”
He spun away, then back, like a dog chasing its tail, one hand trembling as he rifled through a drawer. A bottle clattered onto the desk. Pills. He dry-swallowed two, gagged, slammed the bottle down again.
The edges of everything were blurring. His words sank into a dull hum. He crouched in front of me, shoving a water bottle into my hands. My fingers slipped; he caught them, forced the bottle to my lips. Cool liquid spilled down my chin.
“Drink, Jackie. Don’t fucking argue. Just—drink.”
I managed two swallows before the weight in my chest dragged me under again. My head lolled back against the couch, eyelids too heavy to lift.
The last thing I saw was Nathan, pacing again, twitchy and frantic, muttering to himself like a man watching his own execution:
a/n : recently watched obsession and i'm also very obsessed with malcolm todds song, also i saw on insta how a drive-in in alabama is playing obsession. i thought it was fitting for the times, just pretend obsession came out in like 2014.
warnings : no use of y/n, out of character nathan, use of "baby," mentions of making out spoilers of obsession, following the spoilers; mention of throw up
w/c : 1059
summary : you and nathan go to the drive-in theatre to watch obsession and end up scared out of your minds.
You closed the door to your room and walked outside to meet with your boyfriend, Nathan. A new horror movie had come out and you mentioned to him that you wanted to see it and as a result, he surprised you with tickets to the drive-in.
“Hey.” You say in a soft voice while walking up to Nathan, who's sitting on the stairs in front of the boy's dormitory.
“Hey baby.” Nathan said, looking at you while getting up off the stairs and setting his phone in his pocket. “You look nice.” He said while looking you up and down, smiling at you and rubbing his hands over your waist. You smile and raise your hands, rubbing them down the nape of his neck; giving Nathan a quick kiss before pulling back, and running to his car.
Nathan chuckled and shook his head jokingly while running after you, attempting to get to the passenger side before you— to open your door for you. You made it to the door before him, opening it before he came up behind you; shutting the door before opening it again, finally letting you in the car. You smile and get in the car, Nathan closing the door while you set your bag on the floorboard.
He gets in and starts the car, making sure you're good to go. While leaving Blackwell behind and driving to the local drive-in theatre, he took his hand off the gearshift and grabbed your hand, looking over for a quick second and smiling at you.
After around a thirty-minute drive, Nathan drove up to the gate, showing the man the two tickets before opening the gate and waving you guys in. You rubbed your thumb over the back of Nathan's hand while he looked for an area to park the car. “I heard online that this movie is like super freaky,” You told him, breaking the silence in the car. Nathan scoffed, “It’s just another bullshit scary movie about some possessed girl,” he said before pausing; “If it is scary, we should see it again and bring Victoria. You know she hates scary movies.” He said, making you chuckle. Nathan parked the car before turning it off to not waste gas.
The beginning commercials played for around twenty minutes before the movie actually started. In that time, Nathan went to get some popcorn, dragging you with him to carry drinks if you guys got any. You guys got back to his car just in time for the movie to start — you set the drinks in the cup holders before reaching back over and closing your door. Nathan got in the car and carefully shut his door before setting the large popcorn onto the middle console, steadying it so it didn't fall as you both sank into your seats and grabbed each other's hands.
Throughout the first half of the movie, you guys ate popcorn, joked together, and even ended up making out for a bit. During the second part, when you guys actually started paying attention, both equally disgusted and nauseous when Nikki fed Bear his cat. The sounds of Bear throwing it up ruined both of your appetites, so Nathan sat the rest of the popcorn on the backseat floorboard.
There were a couple of times when you guys had jumped, mostly because of sounds rather than actual jump scares. Nathan had his arm around your shoulder, slightly uneased at the current scene playing: Sarah and Bear were in the car talking before Nikki ran up and killed Sarah, bashing her head into a brick. You had your mouth covered in shock, and Nathan had slightly looked around the car, taking in the current surroundings.
Towards the end, it showed Sarah in a chair in Bear's kitchen while Nikki was there wearing Sarah's dress and drawn-on tattoos to look like Sarah’s. The sight made you grab onto Nathan's letterman jacket, his elbow now sitting on the middle console with his hand on the corner of his mouth with a worried look on his face.
When the movie credits started rolling, Nathan let out a long sigh, clearly happy the movie ended. A long silence filled the air. “So, whose room are we sleeping in?” he asked, making you laugh. “I don’t care, it doesn’t matter to me,” you said while looking at Nathan, smiling. He looked at you before nodding, his mouth downturned in understanding. He turned back towards the wheel and cranked the car.
While heading back to Blackwell, there was a clear discomfort, deafening silence. Both of you were scared and just ready to get back to a clear, safe space for you two. You were broken from your thoughts as Nathan pulled into Blackwell, parking his car where he normally would before turning off the car.
“You ready?” he asked, watching you grab your purse from the floorboard. You sigh and look at him, sheepishly nodding. You both open your doors at the same time before jumping out of the car, slamming the doors, and running up to the boys' dormitory doors. Nathan grabs your hand, entering the dormitory before you. He dragged you to his room, throwing you into the room before turning around, shutting and locking the door.
You laughed at Nathan while setting your purse on his coffee table. “You’re laughing now, but when it saves your life, I don’t wanna hear it.” He said while taking off his letterman, throwing it on the couch. “You’re right, you’re my knight in shining armor.” You say sarcastically, rubbing your hands over his white button-up.
Nathan smiled at the gesture, putting his hands on your waist, kissing you when you finished your comment; obviously wanting to go round two on the makeout session. “You can’t get lucky twice a day.” You said, breaking the kiss, making Nathan jokingly scoff. He flops on his bed, his arms open, waiting for you. You smile at the scene, your right knee on the bed when you dive your top half into Nathan's arms.
He smiles and pulls the dark blue duvet over you two. The weight of your head on his chest, along with hearing you breathe, helps him go to sleep. Even if he was scared after the movie, nothing would compare to seeing the smile on your face when he showed you the tickets.
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dare I say that this might be the my favorite thing i've written so far.
writing the blurb thing majig of the movie date one and I just used the pet name "baby" maybe i'm just un-affectionate but yall will never catch me using pet names in a ff ever again, for those of yall who do, how do yall do it
What's something you guys would like to see regarding Nathan Prescott? Like getting coffee, bakery date, movie date, shopping spree; what are you guys thinking?
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