NatePat One-Shots

Drabbles (3)

#21 - Slytherin

"Hey, Matty!"

"Yes, Nate?"

"Mind if I Slytherin?"

Matthew choked on his own breath and hid his face in his hands, listening to Nathan as he laughed. He swore to himself that he'd never watch Harry Potter with the musician ever again.

#22 - Just a Theory

"Honestly, it's like my life has no meaning!" Nathan groaned, covering his ears as Matthew stopped talking.

"Of course your life has meaning! Although, it is very..." and he was off again, explaining humanity's inevitable demise.

Nathan covered his ears and tried to avoid an existential crisis. It was times like these that he wished Matthew had something to occupy his mouth with. Which conjured up a lot of inappropriate images, but he only blushed and shook his head. Nathan took his hands off his ears for one second before cringing, Matthew was still talking and had moved on from human existence to the existence of alien life.

"Hey, shut up for a second!" Nathan snapped, enjoying the silence that followed.

"I'm surprised I listened to you." Matthew huffed.

"I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide by now, what with how much of my childhood has been ruined." Nathan massaged his temples with his fingers.

"You really shouldn't—" Matthew started, but was interrupted.

Nathan had sensed another lecture and immediately covered the theorist's mouth with his own, ignoring the fact that he was kissing him back.

"We should occupy your mouth more often." He mumbled, knowing both ends of the statement were true.

#23 - Uh...

"Hey, Nate, I'm home!"

"They don't want us to do anal."

Matthew dropped his keys and choked back laughter, his face turning red before composing himself.

"I... I don't want us to do anal either... like, what..."

#24 - Drowning

If anyone said that drowning was like being strangled, then they'd be correct. Matthew ponders this as he thrashes in a panic. Death had been on his mind constantly and now he was clinging to life? Pathetic.
But it was always good to have someone to pinch your arm and wake you up.
Nathan makes sure of it.

#25 - The Crooked Man

"ThEre wAs a CroOkEd mAn...... aNd he WaLkeD a CrOoked MilE..."

Nathan backed away from AntiMatter as he continued to stomp closer, his bones cracking as his spine stretched. His eyes were glazed over with angry gold, leaking a black fluid as his skin paled. Nathan swallowed and continued to run.

"The CroOkeD MaN StePpeD ForTh and rAng thE cRoOked BelL..."

His teeth were black and covered in saliva, stretching into a sinister smile as he approached. He towered over Nathan. Matthew was nowhere in sight, not even a hint of the theorist rested in the eyes of his own body. The stolen soul.

"AnD sO hiS SouL wAs PluNgeD inTo a CrooKed HeLL..."

Nathan had nowhere to run, he was cornered in his own kitchen. Matter was now no more than a skeleton with rubbery skin. His bones were much too big and threatened to tear away the flesh hiding it, but it held together with bruises and scars.
Heart hammering, hands shaking, and with sweaty palms Nathan waited for the end.