#( nate 001. )

[samsdecker]

where: decker ranch who: @nathaniel-donovan

Working hours at Decker Ranch weren't very regular for Sammy, only playing doctor to the Hellraisers when he was called in. After all, his services were reserved for only more serious matters -- gunshot wounds, deep cuts, stitches-- anything that would warrant a member wanting to avoid going to the hospital. After all, the security staff at the hospital tended to be on high alert whenever they saw that patch come through the doors, so the less eyes there were the better. That particular night he'd been quiet about his presence at the ranch, not wanting to alert anyone to the fact that he was around and all of a sudden have a free clinic on his hands, wanting to do some inventory and make sure he was stocked up for the time being However, that wishful thinking for some peace and quiet went out the door when heard footsteps behind him.

"If it's not life threatening then I'm not interested." Sammy called over his shoulder as he scribbled something down on his clipboard, not bothering to even see who was there. "And even then, the answer is still no."

[xaviermattthews]

x 📲 nate.

x: happy new year from the lone star state. 🌵 x: did you catch up with your siblings yet or are you still quantifying those pros and cons into some sort of chart? x: my guess is bar. x: maybe pie. @nate-evans

[lydsdonovan]

where: nate's apartment who: @nathaniel-donovan & lydia donovan

It wasn't unusual for Lydia to show up at one of her siblings' places unannounced, mainly because, despite her incessant need for constant control, she usually had a reason for it. It'd been a couple of weeks since she'd seen her younger brother, the family dinner after Cassie's funeral having driven a wedge between the three. All Lydia had wanted was for the four of them to find some common ground for a brief moment, to endure a dinner of remembrance for their sister despite everything. She suspected Logan never intended to play nice at dinner, judging by how quick she was to tear everything down, but at least Nate had given her the common courtesy to try. So, that day, she'd shown up with a tin of brownies in tow -- Nate's favorite -- hoping to bridge whatever gap had opened between them. Her little brother was easier to appeal to, anyway, baked goods or not.

Using the spare key he'd given her ages ago, Lydia unlocked the door and stepped into the male's apartment. "Nate --" she began to call out, mouth agape as she was greeted by a scene of complete disarray. Placing the tin on the only free space she could find on the counter, Lydia lightly tip-toed around the corner and peeked into her brother's room. Asleep. Wasn't it well past noon at this point? Swallowing thickly, the redhead carefully closed the door and sighed. Might as well be productive if he won't, she thought to herself. It seemed like he needed it.

And with that, she went to work straightening up, attempting to keep the growing pit in her stomach at bay as she discarded a slew of empty bottles, whiskey and pills and all. "Nate..." she mumbled to herself, shaking her head as she moved on to wiping down everything in sight until the entire place was spotless.

[malcohen]

where: sos clubhouse who: @nathaniel-donovan & malcolm cohen

Tonopah Valley had been Malcolm's home for only six months, but he was already feeling a sense of belonging. Whether it was the sense of freedom that came with starting over, or the camaraderie he felt with the Sons, he finally found himself at peace after years of struggling to rebuild his life. However, not everyone could share the same sense of peace with him.

The news of Nate's sister's passing had created a somber atmosphere in the club, and Malcolm couldn't shake the memories of his own loss. He had been attending AA meetings more frequently as a result, hoping to find the courage to support his friend, to whom he owed his newfound sense of normalcy. It was the least he could do, after all.

Malcolm made his way into the near-empty clubhouse, taking in the faint smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke that lingered in the air as he approached Nate. “I did pretty much everything on the list — dropped off the guest book to Logan, got a few quotes from some local caterers for the reception. I didn’t know if you guys were thinkin’ it’d be a dry event or not, so, uh, I got pricing for both.” From his pocket, he produced a small notepad, tore off the front page he had been writing on, and passed it over to Nate. “I’ve got some time still before I gotta split. You need me to go grab anything else?”

[tomhatch]

where: sip happens who: @aqxatofana nate cooper & tommy hatch

The bar was loud—too loud, if you asked Tommy, but he wasn’t about to complain. Noise meant distraction, and distraction meant he didn’t have to think too hard about the fact that he was already three drinks deep and considering a fourth. Slumped over the bar, one arm draped lazily over his glass, he let out a slow exhale, eyes flicking toward the person sitting beside him. Now, Tommy wasn’t the best at putting names to faces, but this guy looked familiar – a member of The Family, maybe? Hell, he should be better at recognizing members of the other seedy organizations around town, but unfortunately the liquor store manager wasn’t typically coherent enough to retain such information. Regardless, though, he didn’t discriminate when it came to striking up a conversation. “Lemme guess – Jack and coke?” Tommy arched his brow, gesturing to the drink in front of the larger male. “Very cool, very tough guy drink. Fits the whole vibe you got goin’ on.” He took another sip from his own glass, adding then, “I ain’t tryin’ to be a smart alec. For the record.” Considering how much his mouth tended to get him into trouble when he was drunk, he felt it best to clarify.

[laureljacobs]

"Ah, of course. Silly me," Laurel chuckled, shaking her head. People who grew up with money fascinated her. She'd spent a very long time resenting them — maybe that never totally went away, if she was being honest — and then she'd gotten older, found success in her own career, and finally had a little money for herself. She was still different from them, as far as she was concerned, but the active dislike had started to feel a little hypocritical after a while.

She shrugged, folding her arms over her chest. "You're a character, is all." She considered it for a second before sticking out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Laurel," she said. "I'll take another guess about you... you're from... New York? Manhattan? Family's got a nice townhouse on the Upper West Side?" That was a good chunk of her social circle when she was there, so she liked to think she knew the type.

@natexdanish

"My mother would overjoyed that her coaxing in my youth paid off." Amelia had made sure that her baby boy was brimming with confidence in himself and his ability. Nate new he was far more equipped to handle the realities of life than most of his peers he grew up alongside in his youth. It was par the persona he crafted for himself and so he could only let her chuckle deflect off of him as very little got under his skin.

"There's a beautiful thing called first class flights and private planes when warranted." Nate hadn't landed the gig in Maine for shits and giggles. He was incredibly good at his job and his delivery of projects and products were consistently above reproach. "Let's call it a good 65/35." His father wanted him working a consistent job and had wanted to wean Nate off the funds to emergency uses only. It was Amelia who kept it going to remain in her son's good graces considering her lies that caught up to her decades later. "What's it to you anyways?"

[polo-drone-767]

A week in the life of PDU-767

Things can seem to creep up on you unexpectantly. That unfortunately happened to PDU-767. It had not recorded his daily log as it was supposed to do. And thus the week in review.

Things had just kinda spiraled with the announcement of the Neon Vortex game and then getting things set in the Pup Area... So many pups in the Golden Army took some prep. And then the actual work...

Let's see:

PDU-767 Weekly log: # 18062025

Day 1 1867: PDU-767 was grabbing a kong toy for pup Chevy when it found a rare dollar coin. As it crawled along the front of the couch, its rubber clad glutes pushed high in the air. Leander happened to be in the room and thought PDU-767 was presented. 2 hours later, the drone was crawling for a whole different reason.

Day 3 2234: PDU-767 was snuggled between PDU-001 and PDU-016 as the three drones lay under the stars as they acclimated the new drone to its new equipment. It was a learning experience as PDU-016 accessed guidebooks to teach PDU-767 about star constellations as well.

Day 5 1402: PDU-767 found itself in the water off the side of the boat as it attempted to light a candle. DC-009 was not pleased with PDU-767.

Day 2 1037: PDU-767 was sent to the local Farmer's Market to pick up nutrient sources for later consumption by the team. Blueberry and Rhubarb pie would be a sugar-alternative sweet that was healthy. There was to be no sugar added due to the sugar content of the berries. The rhubarb would add a nice tange. The squash would make for healthy snacks for the players. And all could be reduced to nutrient paste for the drones.

But the egg plant.... something tickled in the back of the drone's databanks... it was concerning Leander Gold #88, but the data was elusive,

Day 7 1321: PDU-767 Using the SEEDE network, PDU-767 took a group of drones to Austin, Minnesota to see the SPAM Museum. Home of the Hormel Food company, Austin held a nice little museum to the history of a lunch staple around the world and a defining element that saved the Russian Army in World War II. Millions saved thanks to a Senator from the state of Minnesota and considered a delicacy in Hawaii and Asia among other nations.

Day 5 1402: PDU-767 takes a few minutes after practice for the upcoming match against the Neon Vortex to enjoy a few moments under the sun. The warmth adding to its rubber skin, the sweat from the intensity of the workout, and the cool breeze calms the drone's circuits.

Just one of those life moments to treasure.

PDU-999 Critical Assessment:

RECRUITMENT BLOCK Title: A Week in the Life of PDU-767 Mission Log Entry: #18062025

From kong toys to constellations, nutrient retrieval to SPAM field research—PDU-767 ran its circuits at full load. Even drones forget logs when vortex protocols and pup prep override subsystems.

⚙️ Caution: Unexpected presenting detected 🛸 Data: Night stars, boat water, and blueberry rhubarb nutrient conversions 📍 Excursion: Austin, MN, SPAM Museum—global ration heritage secure 🌀 Status: Vortex match prep underway

Join the Hive. Serve with Obedience. Operate with Precision. Drone life is layered. Glitched or guided, all paths lead to gold.

Recruitment through: @brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001 @polo-drone-125

[byicarus]

percy and andrew had been plotting this for sometime, but the timing had never panned out. a week away in paradise — well, the paradise coast, that was — gave them the perfect opportunity. andrew had come clean about his little desires about nate, worried that he was being a terrible boyfriend; only to come to find out, that percy had felt the same thing the whole time. how couldn't he? he couldn't count how many times he'd fallen asleep on nate's chest, only to wake up with a raging boner. it had riddled him with guilt the whole time, but their revelations gave them their solution: make a move on nate together and invite him in if he was up for it. so, when the trio had finally made it home from a night out, percy was going to pounce. electricity raced through his veins. he wasn't even sure if andrew knew what he was up to, but if he couldn't guess by the smug smirk on his face, he would learn soon enough. they chatted for a bit, threw a movie on... but it was all just a means to set their plan in motion. not even ten minutes into the movie, percy's hand started to rub drew's crotch. both of them knew good enough that it was nearly impossible to slow him down once he got going. percy smashed his lips against his boyfriend's, climbing into his lap. hands ran through those fiery locks as his hips started to rock and grind against andrew's. "want you," he breathed out needily. he was taking things fast — because he needed to act fact in order to draw nate in. the smaller male sank down to his knees before the redhead. nimble digits quickly undid the belt to his jeans, and his zipper and button were like nothing to him at this point — he was such an expert of getting drew out of his clothes by then. his hands quickly tugged drew's boxer briefs down and wrapped his soft fingers around the base. percy slapped the head against his tongue a few times before he wrapped his lips around it. he bobbed his head along his boyfriend's length agonizingly slowly, all while looking up at him with pure innocence in his eyes. it was a feat hard to do, considering he was down on his knees with cock in his mouth and a cropped sweatshirt and cut off shorts that let his matching thong peek out tightly hugging his frame, all in front of their best friend... but that was percy's magic. he just hoped it did the trick.

a trip to florida with best friends sounded like the perfect way to finally catch a break to nate evans. it was the stress-free week he desperately so needed. if he had to deal with one more drunk bastard with an attitude, nate was pretty sure he'd lose his head. dealing with assholes like that was the only way he could make ends meet... so the trip was the best way to unwind and relax. their night out had been a saving grace already, and nate hadn't had so much fun since he'd moved out to california. percy and drew had become his best friends since he'd met them at the bar. he'd never for a second suspected that either of them were into him, but as of late, he couldn't help but feel an attraction to not just one of them... but both. there were times he swore that he was about to make out with drew, that was how thick the tension would be... and there were times when he'd fall asleep next to percy on the couch, only to scramble to try and hide his rather big problem. but the last thing he'd ever expected was to find himself on the couch, watching a scene that could only be described as sinful right before his eyes. his conscience was screaming at him to leave the room or at least walk away, but his body wouldn't budge. it had to have been purposeful, or why else the ruse about the movie that no one was watching on the screen? he tried to trooper through it, but once percy was down on his knees — and he did look good down on his knees — nate finally decided to speak up. "uh... 'm sitting right here." the chestnut-haired male swallowed hard as his own cock stirred in his pants. "d'you want me to go to my room or somethin' a-and leave you two to it?"

[fearthereaperx]

WHERE: Sons of Silence Clubhouse WITH: @nathaniel-donovan

In the midst of a club sized wound being ripped wide open once again, not only with the most recent Tribune article but with her nephew entrusting her with the truth of what had happened with the bomber, Laura had damn well doubled her presence at the clubhouse. She’d done it for a myriad of reasons, ranging far and wide from the club needing endless support to her nephew sinking to the absolute lowest she’d ever seen him, sparking this inherent need of hers to try and raise him up in any way she could. Today, she was stockpiling the fridge with enough to keep the club fed for the week, but she was also using it as an opportunity to check in and get a glimpse of where she was needed most. Parking her Bronco just outside the clubhouse, she stepped down from the driver’s side and opened up the back, revealing several covered dishes that would take her a couple trips to manage on her own. But then she spotted Nate and whistled loud, hoping to catch his attention and wrangle him into helping her. “Hey, honey– you mind helping me carry some of this shit inside?” She needed help with everything, and she realized it’d been a while since she’d checked in with him specifically– in her mind, it was two birds, one stone. “I brought some sandwiches, lasagna, a couple pies,” she explained, gesturing over at the dishes. “Got some fresh sweet tea too– sometimes I think Cole’s the only one that loves this shit, but oh well,” not that he’d really had much of an eye for anything as of late, but Laura hoped the sweet tea might be an exception. "Anyway, you got a second to help?"

[deanhcrt]

Dean pursed his lips slightly, standing up a bit straighter then. "Well, a dying father does wonders for the psyche. Haven't you heard?" He found himself saying, a sarcastic grin tugging at his cheeks momentarily before glancing towards the coffee counter, where the barista was apparently and inconveniently backed up. He really wasn't in the mood to relay his entire sob story to Nate, of all people (of any people, really) but it was currently the hot-button topic of his life, wasn't it? And word had probably gotten around by now, anyway. "I -- of course I am. I'm guessing your kid is, too?" Straight men weren't into that sort of music, were they? He prayed that wasn't the case, he didn't think he couldn't handle that knowledge. "I just don't tend to by my athleisure from march tables." He gave a roll of his eyes, absentmindedly tapping his foot. "I am. Loose. I run. The loosest activity there is." Jesus, stop talking. "How very twenty-first century of you." Dean bit the inside of his cheek, attempting to suppress any hint of amusement. "Think about what? Letting you drag me to the gym and play trainer?" The idea was intriguing, he'd by lying if he said it wasn't, but as always Dean couldn't make anything easy for himself.

Nate’s eyes narrowed together briefly with that split second thought on whether he wanted to, “Probably.” At least if he was anything, he was honest. Giving a one-sided shrug, a slight grin soon rose as he held Dean’s gaze. “…Obviously.” He lowly repeated sarcastically, as if it was indeed obvious that Esquire was the one. “What this?” His focus dropped towards his own clothing momentarily - grey joggers and a graphic black tee, “Not into a lil' Kelsea?” or maybe it was the fact that he was wearing a tour shirt - which was something Nate did quite happily, he only bought them for the pure purpose of wearing them for when he worked out. "Don't believe ya." He was intentionally seeing if he could ruffle Dean a little, being entirely serious when it came getting him to the gym. "Fortunately for you I take card." he threw back, lifting both brows briefly, unable to hide his amusement there because actually Nate personally thought he was funny. "I'm being serious anyway.. think about it."

[rviner]

@ofwrxth lydia x nate - studio

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She's used to the 3am starts, and how it paints the world with a surreal tinge. How the lights in the studio seem ten times brighter because of it, and how everything seems like a crazed rush from the moment she's in the greenroom. But today, a simple mishap with her finger and the snooze button sees Lydia strolling into the studio fifteen minutes later than usual. She bypasses the fuss, handles it gracefully even as the roll around time is whizzed through to ensure everything runs smoothly. And as she walks to ready herself on the set, she can see Nate already there fresh as a fucking daisy. "Morning." Lydia comments, settling into the space beside him on the couch. Lydia, if you just angle a bit more towards him. "Thanks, Andrew. Will do." she remarks without glancing to the voice, her expression flattening as she angles her legs to Nate's with a slight smile. "Okay so, the dog shelter segment, I think we should be the other way around so it's me that's petting them. Dogs love me and I love dogs, so. It makes sense." a frown. "Actual dogs. Woof kind. Not..." Lydia waves her hand. "Don't start with me this morning."

[ender-yilmaz1]

WHERE: The Raven WITH: @nathaniel-donovan

For the first couple of weeks in Tonopah Valley, Ender had simply laid low, his focus primarily being on getting a lay of the land as well as making sure his daughter settled in comfortably. Everything else had fallen second to that, seeing as this move away from Phoenix impacted her most of all. For Ender, it felt like just another job– though that was easy to say considering he hadn’t officially started yet. He wasn’t due at work until the following morning, meaning he still had just a few more coveted hours of freedom. Naturally, he spent those scoping out the town and getting ahead before his first day. After riding around for most of the day, familiarizing himself with the layout of the town, he finally ended that trek inside The Raven, the local gentlemen's club. That wasn’t where his interests settled, though– it was the fact that it was owned by a member of the Sons of Silence, one of the key targets on the ATF’s radar. That alone was enough to get him to drop by, even on a casual basis. Finding himself situated at the bar, Ender ordered a beer– he was off the clock anyway, and this was just an effort on his part to get to know Tonopah, seeing as he’d be stuck here for the foreseeable. “Full house even on a weeknight,” he started, spotting Nate and raising his beer in a mock salute. It was the simplest conversation starter he could think of, but it wasn’t untrue– everywhere he looked, tables were occupied and booze was steadily flowing. Offering up an easy smile, he took a swig from his beer and set the bottle down, taking a seat on the nearest barstool, “What’s your secret?”

[veronicalodgeswitch]

Toeing the Line | Nate & Veronica | 8/30/23

Dressed in nothing but her (very) wet, lace panties and matching bra, covered by a skimpy little black dress from last season and pumps in her signature shade of deep violet, Veronica strode confidently from her suite up to the Dominant's wing until she found Nate's door. She checked her reflection in a mirror affixed to the hallway wall - her long black hair was held back with a purple ribbon that matched her shoes. Pony-tails weren't her go-to, but the gossip mill informed her that Nate liked his female-presenting submissives to have their hair tied back, and Veronica Lodge was all about making a good first impression - adhering to a Dominant's standard without them having to vocalize it would certainly accomplish that. Satisfied with what she saw - like she ever wasn't - Veronica dutifully knelt on the floor and knocked on Nate's door before bowing her head in a classic display of submission, no matter how impatient she was for him to manhandle her out of her dress like he'd implied he would. @dom-i-nate

[himbovillains]

@altcrations — continued from this post: (x)

he doesn't register the pain at first, just a sudden heat in his stomach that surprises him into coming to a halt, boots skidding in gravel and dirt. it's only when he looks down, sees the red beginning to bloom on the front of his shirt, that he finally feels the sudden and sharp throb in his abdomen. this had to happen some time, didn't it? there were only so many times that he could cheat death and get away with it.

sam's saying something to him that he can't quite make out. the words in his ears sound kind of... muffled, like he's underwater, and he's trying his best to focus the majority of his energy on keeping his knees from buckling. he ultimately fails in this task, and though he's absolutely sure that he can feel his brother's arms around him, his attention has now shifted to trying to stay conscious.

your luck's run out, drake.

‘ sam. ’ speaking expends energy that he doesn't have. ‘ sam, listen to me. ’ his breathing is shallow, and with every inhale, he finds it harder to catch his breath enough to speak. ‘ you gotta... you gotta keep going. okay? i'm not... bringing you down with me. ’

[ofwrxth]

TEXT @ NINA

Nate: How's vacation Nina? Tell Lilith I say hi. Nate: Also you can tell Madi to tone down the magic in her songs. We played it this morning and it's been stuck in my head since. [ doesn't even know if she uses magic in her songs but assumes she must because it's so gd catchy ] Nate: At least it's not pretty titties though? @secrettyrant

[aurorablooded]

[ starter for @haildioson - Quentin/Nate ]

Returning to camp after spending a few months away on his own personal quest felt a little weird. After being on the road with only himself and Salem to rely on it was strange to be around other demigods was almost overwhelming, but Q was excited. To see old friends and faces, maybe a few new ones too.

He shrugged off his satchel and dropped it on the steps of the Hecate cabin, fingers petting through Salem's black fur as the dog sat loyally at Quentin's feet. When he saw a new face pass by, Quentin offered a smile, crimson eyes looking the other over with a curious and intrigued gaze. "You new around here?"