Post by Nate Harris on Jun 7, 2024 16:40:07 GMT
Nate Harris and Jack Ferriman were sitting in a cozy corner of their favorite coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee swirling around them. They had been dating for a few months now, and their relationship was growing stronger every day. However, there was one thing they hadn’t done yet: tell their friend Pax.
Nate took a sip of his iced latte, looking thoughtful. "We really should just fucking tell Pax, don’t you think?" he said, breaking the comfortable silence between them. "I'm not trying to pressure you to out yourself or nothing but it'll fucking hurt him more if we keep it a secret. He'll wonder why we didn't trust him."
Jack nodded, stirring his cappuccino absentmindedly. "Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it too. Pax means a lot to both of us, and it doesn’t feel right to keep this from him... I just don't want it to ruin our friendship. Do you think he’ll be surprised?"
Nate chuckled. "Maybe a little, but I think he’ll be happy for us. He’s always been supportive."
Jack smiled, feeling a bit more reassured. "You’re right. Pax has always had our backs. We just need to find the right time to tell him."
Nate nodded again, a determined look crossing his face. "How about we invite him over for dinner tomorrow night? We can cook something special and just have a casual conversation about it."
Jack’s eyes lit up. "That sounds perfect. We’ll make his favorite dish, and then we’ll tell him. No big speeches, just honest conversation."
The plan set, they spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing, feeling more at ease with their decision.
The next evening, Pax arrived at Nate’s apartment, greeted by the mouth-watering aroma of homemade venison steaks. As they settled around the dining table, the conversation flowed easily, filled with jokes and shared memories.
Halfway through the meal, Nate exchanged a quick glance with Jack, who nodded encouragingly. Nate took a deep breath and looked at Pax. "So, Pax, there’s something we’ve been wanting to tell you."
Pax looked up, curiosity and concern mingling in his eyes. "What’s up?"
Nate reached out and took Jack’s hand, their fingers intertwining. "Jack and I are dating."
For a moment, Pax was silent, his eyes widening slightly. Then a broad smile spread across his face. "Wow, that’s awesome! I’m so happy for you guys!"
Relief washed over Nate and Jack, and they laughed together, the tension melting away. Pax raised his glass. "To Nate and Jack! I wish you both all the happiness in the world."
They clinked glasses, their friendship feeling even stronger with the truth now out in the open. The rest of the evening was filled with more laughter, heartfelt conversations, and the warm feeling of being surrounded by people who truly cared for one another.
Nate took a sip of his iced latte, looking thoughtful. "We really should just fucking tell Pax, don’t you think?" he said, breaking the comfortable silence between them. "I'm not trying to pressure you to out yourself or nothing but it'll fucking hurt him more if we keep it a secret. He'll wonder why we didn't trust him."
Jack nodded, stirring his cappuccino absentmindedly. "Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it too. Pax means a lot to both of us, and it doesn’t feel right to keep this from him... I just don't want it to ruin our friendship. Do you think he’ll be surprised?"
Nate chuckled. "Maybe a little, but I think he’ll be happy for us. He’s always been supportive."
Jack smiled, feeling a bit more reassured. "You’re right. Pax has always had our backs. We just need to find the right time to tell him."
Nate nodded again, a determined look crossing his face. "How about we invite him over for dinner tomorrow night? We can cook something special and just have a casual conversation about it."
Jack’s eyes lit up. "That sounds perfect. We’ll make his favorite dish, and then we’ll tell him. No big speeches, just honest conversation."
The plan set, they spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing, feeling more at ease with their decision.
The next evening, Pax arrived at Nate’s apartment, greeted by the mouth-watering aroma of homemade venison steaks. As they settled around the dining table, the conversation flowed easily, filled with jokes and shared memories.
Halfway through the meal, Nate exchanged a quick glance with Jack, who nodded encouragingly. Nate took a deep breath and looked at Pax. "So, Pax, there’s something we’ve been wanting to tell you."
Pax looked up, curiosity and concern mingling in his eyes. "What’s up?"
Nate reached out and took Jack’s hand, their fingers intertwining. "Jack and I are dating."
For a moment, Pax was silent, his eyes widening slightly. Then a broad smile spread across his face. "Wow, that’s awesome! I’m so happy for you guys!"
Relief washed over Nate and Jack, and they laughed together, the tension melting away. Pax raised his glass. "To Nate and Jack! I wish you both all the happiness in the world."
They clinked glasses, their friendship feeling even stronger with the truth now out in the open. The rest of the evening was filled with more laughter, heartfelt conversations, and the warm feeling of being surrounded by people who truly cared for one another.
What's good, IWF?
Nah, I want you to take a second and ask yourself that question: what's good? What's REAL good? 'cause the answer? That shit might surprise you. 'cause where I'm sittin', what's good is being a merch-mover, being a crowd-pleaser, being the people's motherfucking choice. And that, boys, that's TDH. It's what Team Diversity Hire is all about.
When was the last time my fine ass got booked? That shit seem right to you? Because Nah, I don’t think it is. Shit is fucked up. We got a damned good tag team in TDH but nah, let whatever team Madjinn be running in holdin' that tile basically fighting the same fucking dudes over and over again.
Fine. Do me dirty like that.
My boy Pax always out there hyping the crowd up. He’s the best and y’all have to stop sleeping on him. Fuck. I am starting that hype train on him and Charlotte winning the Heir to the throne. Heard it here first. Ex-world champion and Iron Maiden winner. Get that bread. You know who else needs to be brought up? Jack. Jack’s the fucking best. But nah, don’t book us I guess.
Listen....
I'm gonna be real here.
I don't know much about Dark Tiger.
Is it his fursona? I don’t hate. It’s pride, fly your shit out all you want.
This is the part where I get my dick outta the dirt, I beat my chest and I talk that good good about how we gonna beat some ass. Truth is, though? Every time I flap my gums these days, feels like I'm saying it just to say it. And that shit don't feel right.
Is it his fursona? I don’t hate. It’s pride, fly your shit out all you want.
This is the part where I get my dick outta the dirt, I beat my chest and I talk that good good about how we gonna beat some ass. Truth is, though? Every time I flap my gums these days, feels like I'm saying it just to say it. And that shit don't feel right.
The greats have slumps. It happens. Ain't no goddamn shame in knowin' you aren't running at the top shelf. Shame's in pretending your shit don't stink when you got a pile so high you could fertilize the damn Sahara. Nah man, I ain't been as good as I have been. Could be. Will be.
Does that change the fact that I still think I'm gonna rock up and put the whoopin' on? No. Hell. No.
But for real, though. Tiger, I don’t give a fuck about you. Would I rather be fighting in a tag match against the fucks Cyrus and Tytus? You know I would. Hell, Madjinn, You know how I feel about those belts you got your hands on. You know how much I want to make that golden hole in my heart full.
As for the men we got across the ring from us tonight? That bitch ain't shit. Prove me wrong. So show your ass up, throw some goddamn hands, and let's settle this the way y'all know we gotta do.
This ain't Shakespeare, but it doesn't have to be. All it has to do is get some butts in seats, put y'all on notice, and remind the world what they're dealing with.
Trust.
Trust.
Well howdy there pardner.