#( nate: int. )

[sciderman]

Sci, Spider-Man and Deadpool have been infesting my dreams after I read your blog. But in my dreams, Cable and Vemon are also in a relationship with Wade and Peter. So it's poly now and Taskmaster is jealous as hell. Black Widow also wants to bang Wade in a very scary way, but he'd probably like it. Now Johnny started appearing in my dreams too. I don't think I can sleep anymore.

you and me both, kiddo

[thanflowers]

@tobebrutal (nathaniel) — starter call / accepting!

        “you...came back.” elspeth frowns deeply, a furrow of confusion forming between her brows. “i told you to take whatever you could carry and go. i thought that was very generous.” her jaw tenses, arms crossing over her chest. blue-green eyes trail past him, focusing instead on a point over his shoulder. it's hard to look at him without thinking of his father. “why would you return?”

[hollyparkcr]

closed starter for @nate-strauss / @shanepcrker location: easter egg hunt

The sun warmed Holly’s shoulders as she stood near the edge of the field, the scent of fresh-cut grass and chocolatey treats swirling around in the breeze. Kids squealed and darted between rows of bushes with their baskets clutched tightly within their fists, the multi-coloured plastic eggs gleaming like tiny treasures in the sun. Elijah’s mop of dark hair bobbed in and out of view as he zig-zagged around the tulips, determined to find every last egg. Holly smiled to herself, shielding her eyes with one hand, her other resting lightly on the strap of her crossbody bag. Spring had always suited Briar Ridge. She loved seeing everything in bloom, along with the town square decked out in pastel ribbons and festive decorations. But while the holidays often brought people together, that sometimes meant confronting those you didn't quite know how to talk to.

Across the field, just beyond a table stacked with sugar cookies and lemonade, she spotted him. Nate. He hadn’t seen her yet — or if he had, he wasn’t letting on. Since New Year's, they'd barely exchanged more than a few polite texts and a half-hearted wave at the grocery store. That kiss had felt like the start of something, or maybe the start of starting over. But then came the fight. Misunderstandings, bruised egos, and the old ache of not being fully seen. Still, it was hard to keep herself away.

Crossing the lawn in slow, even strides, Holly brushed a strand of copper hair behind her ear as she came to stand beside him. “Didn’t know if I would see you here,” the woman admitted softly. "I thought you might have gone to visit your family for Easter."

[gracland]

♡ closed starter for @thursdaygrl / inspo linked in source

this was the very last place alec should be right now. hell, he hadn't meant to text them. not to mention the fact that he definitely shouldn't be standing in the dimly lit hallway of a five-star hotel his family owned, one hand jammed in his pocket while the other lingered on the brass door handle. but the second he saw their name light up his phone with nothing but a location and a time, he caved like a fucking amateur. their hookup was only meant to be a one-time thing, a foolish lapse in judgment. and yet, here he was, his heart pounding with adrenaline and the need to see them again. he told himself it was just the thrill, sleeping with his ex's best friend, but that didn't explain the way his heart skipped a beat just hearing the sound of her movements through the door. lifting his hand, he finally knocked — once, twice, and then the door opened and his eyes met theirs, causing any sense of logic and guilt to evaporate simply from how happy he is to see them again.

[druidgroves]

a mutual haunting (they both live au)

October 23, 2287

Inside his decontamination pod, Nathan Tate gasps for the first breath he will take in this new century.

He doesn’t know it yet, still trying to parse what the fuck just happened to him. Shaun had been in his arms the entire time, from when they entered the vault to getting into the pods. Across from him, Georgia had been staring at him from her own, an indecipherable look on her face like something bad was going to happen. Considering he just had a gun leveled at him and their son taken out of his arms by force before being shoved back into his pod, she may have been right.

The door of his pod opens with a hiss and he stumbles out of it, legs wobbling like the gelatin they served during Basic. Nathan sucks in air like a drowning man. He chokes on the crisp coolness of it, some artificial taste bitter on the back of his throat that makes him cough. An alarm blares from somewhere around him and an automated voice says something about a cryogenic array and it clicks. Anger courses through him like an overwhelming wave and he punches the door of his pod. His hand bounces off as it explodes in pain but he barely registers it. The vault staff had been lying to them. They hadn’t been decontaminated at all.

A yell tears out of him, primal and ripping through his throat, and God he needs a place to put this fury before it consumes him. The people responsible seemed like a good target. Whoever took Shaun had hell coming after them, once Nathan could find his way out.

He paces back and forth in front of his pod, trying to quiet his raging mind. It’s only when some water drips onto his head from the leaking ceiling does he remember Georgia in her own pod. He approaches.

On the other side of the glass, she was perfectly frozen inside. Her wheat blonde curls fell over her shoulders and framed her face that was contorted in anguish as if she had been frozen in the middle of a scream. Their conversation from before the end of the world replays in Nathan’s mind as he looks at her from the outside. He swallows and quickly goes to check the other pods housing their neighbors.

All of them were slumped over inside, skin wan and eyes closed. A terminal mounted on the wall at the end of the row catches his attention. It doesn’t have a password on it and responds when he taps the spacebar. Files flash over the screen and Nathan sees Cryogenic Array: Offline and system failure as his eyes skim over the words until others stand out. Pod C6: Nathan Tate and Shaun Tate. His eyes skim faster. He sees Pod Door and Override Engaged on the same line.

Overridden, then. If it was the same people who took Shaun…it was possible they were still in the vault, right? They had to be—whatever happened topside would have destroyed everything. There was no surviving out there, at least not without a fight. Right about now, Nathan had a lot in him.

Below the entry for him and Shaun is Georgia’s. The status reads as Alive as opposed to all of their neighbor’s Deceased, which he supposes is a good thing. He wonders, vaguely, why she was left alive but her pod not overridden like his. A malfunction, maybe? There was no option to override from the terminal and as Nathan walks back over to Georgia’s pod, he wonders if busting her out is even a good idea. Staring into the horror of her expression, all it does is conjure up memories of the night before. He swallows again, her words echoing in his head.

“I want a divorce.”

Nathan bites down on the inside of his cheek. After what they just went through, what they have now lost…surely she wouldn’t still mean that. They had made a promise when they got married, hadn’t they? Until death did they part? His to have, hers to hold.

But then again…frozen as she was, she had seen him give up their son to strangers. Sure, there had been a fucking gun shoved in his face, but he could assure himself that she’d still be angry with him. If there was one thing he knew about his wife, she could hold onto her anger in ways he never could, keep it all inside until it was ready to rear its ugly head. He had gotten a good look at it last night.

Nathan begins to wonder how far away “last night” really was. If they were frozen, how much time had passed? How much time was passing for Georgia now, still frozen in the same position she’d been subjected to for God knows how long? And, if she remained frozen, how much would she be aware of if he thawed her out?

His mind races and he brings himself to look at her face once more. The corner of lined lips he had once enjoyed kissing–could enjoy again, if she’d let him after all this–had a red smudge from shaking hands that had applied it that morning. Her freckles are faint under the dusty powder covering her cheeks. Even with her eyes crinkling in the corners like they are now, he notices for the first time the delicate black swoops of her eyeliner. At the bottom of the glass he can just see cuts and dried blood on the knuckles of her left hand, bruises blooming against fair skin.

Looking at her through the glass, all made up and emotional, Nathan makes a decision. Whatever it would take to find Shaun, he knew Georgia to be too soft for it. She’d been a housewife before all this for God’s sake, sitting around their home in her neatly ironed skirts and playing with her hair and makeup between home cooked meals. She wouldn’t even go on walks around the neighborhood, much less fight. How could he expect her to join him in trying to find the people who took their son? No, she would only hold him back. And with how she felt towards him now…he had an idea.

Nathan would find Shaun. He’d give hell and then some to those responsible and then he would come back for Georgia. She had been left alive for some reason, so he could count on her being safe while he was gone. Sitting pretty in her pod, so to speak. As the threads start to weave together, he’s only more and more sure of his idea. If he came back to get her with Shaun in his arms, then she couldn’t possibly stay angry with him. She wouldn’t be able to.

“Don’t wait up,” he says to her pod, and begins his mission with a vengeance.

[jroycethethird]

setting: campgrounds, first night

featuring: j. royce van doren iii & nate windsor @nate-windsor

After settling into the tent, and marveling at the whole thing — it was his first time doing something quite like this, after all — Royce found a moment to politely excuse himself from Aiyla, needing to do one small thing aside from brushing his teeth and his nightly routine before intending to close off from the rest of the world and just be with her for the rest of the night — check in on his favorite little sister. Not that he was worried exactly about Cece. He had promised to believe in her and support her no matter what… But as her older brother, it was only right to check in, wasn’t it? What would be so wrong with ducking his head into her lodgings and being sure that she was safe and sound? Try as he may, he would always be just a little concerned for her, and the last thing that he needed while being alone with the Fae Queen he’d done so horribly wrong this past week was to be distracted by fretful thoughts for his sister. What if she ended up with that dreadfully high net and rolled off of it? He just needed to be sure she was fine and secure, that’s all.

Walking about the campgrounds, smiling pleasantly at fellow coven members but avoiding most eye contact with others — and their curious thoughts at seeing who he’d paired off with — the witch glanced about for the familiar face he sought, finally stopping once to ask that jovial dolt of a vampire if he’d seen his sister around. About this tall, hair spun from gold, sweetest smile you’d ever seen? The towering fellow pointed towards a blanket fort, and he let out a sigh of relief. That seemed safe enough, and cozy, albeit a bit open... Perhaps it would be fun for her. Drawing closer, Royce had realized he couldn’t remember who she’d paired with, but shook his head at the thought. No matter — likely she was paired off with a friend. Perhaps her human boss… Windy? Winona? What was her name? He tried to recall it as he drew closer, having it surely at the tip of his tongue for a proper greeting as he ducked his head in to see—

“….Grocery Boy?” Left Royce in a truly baffled tone as his brown eyes landed upon none other than Nate Windsor, alone in the blanket fort that was supposed to be Cece’s bed for the night. Cece’s bed… Not his bed, of course. Friends could visit (were they friends??), but there were rules, and they were all winding down for the night… Did he look like he was settling in, or was he just visiting like Royce was? But surely… No, of course not… His darling, sweet as a pie, innocent little sister was not sharing a blanket fort for two nights with this guy. This stranger, this wild card he had no inkling of and who he surely could not trust to be beside her for two nights. The giant vampire was mistaken. Of course he was, this was not Cecile’s teammate, or her lodgings, it was just a silly misunderstanding, but… His eyes landed on a familiar suit case inside the blanket fort, one that his duplicates helped lug into the campgrounds for her. That’s Cece’s suitcase, alright, but then… “What in the devil are you doing here?” His mind was instantly flooded with a deep sense of denial as he looked at the other, the furrow between his brows deepening as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the young man. “You’re not bunking with Cece Van Doren.” He said it as though it were fact, as though he could will it. But he knew he couldn’t. He knew the rules for this event, how they all had to be paired off, how they couldn’t swap bunk mates, and yet… Royce just couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Cece… sharing a frankly romantic looking blanket fort with a boy. She’s not supposed to like boys yet, she’s too young to like and canoodle with boys, he thought incredulously, forgetting in an instant that the sister in question was a grown woman.

[heartsdefine]

@nerdynanny (nate & dogmeat) — lucy maclean starter call / accepting!

        “Hey...” Lucy says softly, stopping short at the sight of a dog coming around the ruin wall. “What're you doing out here?” It does not occur to her yet that there may be a human attached to the hound.

[benitoxherrera]

↦ open/closed starter  / nate hale @goldenboyhale ↦ location: big mike's

Benny didn't let just anyone work on his car. Penny was, truth be told, the most special thing he had in his life at this point. He loved his bar, sure, but Penny was irreplaceable, and there wasn't much of a chance he'd be able to find another car quite like her for the price he'd paid. Because of that, he pretty much only trusted two people to get under her hood: Big Mike himself and Nate Hale. Nate and Benny knew each other for a long time, which was why he'd been able to come to trust the man with Penny. After dropping her off earlier that day for an oil change, Benny swung back by before the evening rush picked up at the bar. He'd spotted Nate grabbing the keys and followed him into the garage, not one to wait for a greeting when it came to Penelope. "She lookin' good? Everything's running smooth, I think, but sometimes Mike catches stuff before I do when he does her inspection."

[deijiiz]

¿quién diría que planear una boda resultaría tan abrumador? aún si se mantienen firmes en realizar una ceremonia pequeña con tan solo las personas más cercanas a ellos, la francesa ha de sentir que es demasiado. flores, invitaciones ... lo único que parece emocionarla realmente es la cata de tortas a la que ha estado esperando las últimas semanas. ' ¿crees que haya sido una buena idea el no haber comido nada en todo el día con la esperanza de que así pueda comer más pasteles? ' los pliegues se forman desde la punta de su nariz al momento de entrelazar sus brazos en uno de los brazos de su novio, aprisionándolo. @brokcnmelodies

[davepetatrains]

💘 - Is there a couple that you really want to get together but they just haven't yet?

Ough

One other than nova and naia...

WELL. there is my cousin and his best friend hugh. they're cute together

[taieswrittenarch]

@palmeratom asked: Ray just. Flops over on top of Nate. He missed him.

"A warm welcome? Aw, shucks. I'm a lucky ass man babe."

He didn't expect Ray to suddenly wake up, having hoped to sneak in as quietly as possible. Ava and Sara promised not to keep him late tonight, but of course, yet again, he was returning home to their home in the darkness of the night. Ugh. Why did they suddenly have to worry about paperwork anyways? They were superheroes, not government agents.

He really didn't like thinking about when they worked for his dad, but responsibilities he guessed. Stupid, if you asked him.

He'd rather be able to get back to his husband at a decent hour, but, whatever. Paperwork. Thankfully it was done now.

"Go back to bed, I'll make some breakfast in the morning. Super geniuses need their shut eye, gotta keep your mind sharp."

[brckensociety]

❛ you’re mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜ - nate/paxton

"i... i know but you have that big audition tomorrow," paxton spoke with a pout that caused him to wince. an overzealous newbie to the stunt industry had fucked up in one of his fight scenes, not pulling his punches in the slightest. in truth, paxton knew he should've signalled to stop the scene, stop his ass from being kicked but, in the moment he figured it would look realistic, given it was real. of course, that left him bruised with a multitude of cuts and scrapes, and in more pain than he realised until the adrenaline wore off. "i can handle taking care of myself, really," he was stubborn, but how could he not be when before nate no one really cared to help him in situations like this?

[thetheoflores]

TEXTS 📲 THEO & NATE.

THEO: i overheard some dude bro asking his dude bro friend why girls waste so much money on decorative pillows THEO: you're one of the only dudes i care to interact with. what do you people have against decorative pillows? @natepuck

[cynthiasoriano]

     ❝ ⸻ I believe it, ❞ the slightest laugh tumbled forward, amusement shaded her eyes, ❝ my mind hadn't gone there on a personal level. Don't worry, I know the real world is not like a romance novel. ❞ A decision had been made to not dwell over the possibility that she'd come off in a way that might've misconstrued things. ❝ For my own personal reasons I agree with you. Full heart, mind, body, spirit—everything. ❞ Another, more solid laugh. Most men were assholes and the problem.

All attempts to look around him in the bush, to see what both he and the orange criminal were doing, had failed. For a moment Cynthia blinked at the back of his head surrounded by leaves, considering. ❝ Sookie doesn't seem to care about shiny things but it might be a thing. ❞ Cyn shrugged. ❝ I'm just saying that shaking jagged metal in their faces might not be the method, y'know? ❞ Though, it seemed that whatever Nate was doing was working. It could've been a friendlier, less homicidal energy the cat was reading or maybe the weirdo loved keys. ❝ Aww, ❞ she pouted playfully, ❝ I won't break your storybook heart. Illusions will remain alive and well. ❞

The outburst of laughter caused Cynthia to slap a hand over her mouth quickly so that she didn't startle the beast with claws that had Nate's face awfully close to it. ❝ I knew it, ❞ Cyn let out in fits of giggles, ❝ gosh, it really is true, a woman's intuition is never wrong. ❞

Nate's tactics had worked though and the terrorizer had made a run for it. She'd surprised herself with her reflexes and how quickly she'd stopped the demon trying to make a run for it. ❝ Because his ass deserves to be booked. A few nights in jail might turn him around. You know, if you believe in reform and all. ❞ The words came out slightly strained from her position but Nate thankfully took the feline off her hands. ❝ Maybe you should keep him. Seems to like you. But, we could take him by a vet? They could see if he has a chip. ❞

"Believe it or not, that wasn't a pick up line." Chuckling softly, Nate glanced over his shoulder at her. "I don't think I'm at my most alluring whilst I'm now being attacked by leaves. I'm just stating a fact, most of us are assholes." After the stunt he'd pulled on his ex, Nate could definitely be included in that, even if he didn't want to be.

"Don't cats like shiny things as well? I swear that's a thing." He'd never had a cat so he couldn't say either way but Nate wasn't opposed to trying anything if it helped him get out of the random bush quicker. "If you're about to tell me they also don't play with balls of wool, I'll have to ask you to refrain, it'll completely ruin my sunshine outlook on life."

It annoyed him somewhat that no matter what he tried, the cat didn't move and as much as he couldn't imagine being as much of an asshole as Cynthia had painted, he was starting to see something. "Oh, obviously. I've waited all this time to tell you that I love you whilst I'm stuck in a bush trying to rescue a terrorist cat. You caught me."

As soon as the cat moved, Nate began extricating himself from the bush and once he eventually got free and stood up, his eyes found Cynthia. He pressed his lips together to try to not laugh at the sight but he failed quickly. "You look like you're arresting him." Moving his hands to the cat, Nate nodded at her to let go before he took hold, holding the cat against his chest. For now, he seemed calm enough. "Does he need to go to a shelter or do we need to know who he belongs to?"

[gracland]

♡ closed starter delivery for @b4dreviews

if there’s anything nate has learned from his relationship with missy over the course of the last year, it’s that long distance is a nightmare. he expected to miss her, but what he hadn’t envisioned was the persistent ache that took root in every fiber of his being. in their small town, he could bike over to the summers home in a heartbeat and find missy, waiting on the porch with that sweet smile of hers or in the kitchen testing a new recipe. these days, between ballet practices and vet school, they were lucky if they could carve out even an hour to facetime each other. thus, began the conversations of relocating to be closer. nate had embarked on a private endeavor to find a suitable vet program in manhattan he could transfer to next semester. a plan was set in motion, and though they had spoken about the possibility of him moving out to the east coast, he made it a point not to fill missy in on the application he sent to a prestigious vet school in brooklyn or that he had gotten accepted just last week. nate was intent on keeping this a surprise — including his visit to come see her tonight. he wanted to see the look on her face when he showed up on her doorstep and announced the news. a shot of adrenaline flooded through him as he got off the lift to her floor, his whole body practically vibrating with anticipation. he strode to her front door, lifting a hand (clammy from nerves) and knocking twice before stepping back with his breath held.

[deijiiz]

la carcajada no tarda en florecer desde su garganta apenas su novio la envuelve en un abrazo. la calidez que la inunda es incomparable. ahí, entre sus brazos, es donde más segura se siente. donde podría pasar el resto de la eternidad si le fuese posible. de no ser por el desenlace de aquella oración seguramente estaría preocupada al escucharle decir que se encuentra mareado. en lugar los párpados caen, como si estuviese debatiéndose entre seguirle el juego o no. pero es imposible no hacerlo. es completamente débil a los juegos de su novio. ' no podemos arriesgarnos, entonces. ' aprieta los labios, luchando contra las ganas inmensas de echarse a reír ahí mismo. no hay manera de no verse contagiada de su buen humor. nate es la dósis perfecta de alegría, esa que tanta falta hacía en su vida y ahora es imposible imaginarse sin esta. sin él. sus dedos buscan entrelazarse con los del escocés, dándose el tiempo de depositar un beso sobre sus labios antes de emprender camino. el resto de su familia estaba más que acostumbrados a esas escapadas esporádicas. ' ¿ya has pensado en tus resoluciones de año nuevo? ' qué emocionante era, el comienzo de un nuevo año, nuevas aventuras esperándolos. @brokcnmelodies