#nate 003

[daisyblossomsub]

There wasn't a better way to fall asleep as far as Daisy was concerned. She knew that the sentiment meant something different directed at her than it ever would be directed at Danny, but it sincerely didn't bother her like she thought it might. The words meant something to her because they came from him. A warm wave of affection washed over Daisy. "I love you too, Sir," she whispered, snuggling closer and enjoying the comfort and complete safety of his embrace. As they drifted off to sleep, Daisy felt content and completely, totally fulfilled - and not just because of the leftover load that trickled from her used little cunt. She was emotionally fulfilled, knowing that she belonged to Nate so intensely and that, in his own way, he belonged to her, too.

"Always, Petal," he said with a smirk, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'll take care of you for as long as you'll let me," he promised softly, letting the exhaustion consume them both for a moment. "Love you," he whispered softly to her letting his eyes grow heavy.

[byicarus]

nate and andrew, thread #003. continued from discord!

nate had come to san francisco looking for freedom, and he'd found his own little family in the process. it hadn't come easily, though. andrew and percy had become his best friends quickly, but it had grown complicated soon enough. the last thing he wanted to do was tear percy and andrew apart . . . he really wanted them to be happy, was rooting for them, but at the same time, he'd fallen in love with them — not just percy, not just andrew, both of them. now that they had fallen into a steady rhythm as a trio, nate was starting to realize that maybe andrew wasn't aware that he could have him alone too. sure, andrew worked a nine to five, which left them with little time to play together, sans percy . . . but he was going to change that and make sure his baby had enough nate to go around. "well, i don't think you are . . . i think you're the most put together of this bunch," nate replied with a little chuckle. he pressed a kiss to the redhead's forehead, thumbs stroking against the boy's bare arms, keeping him pressed close to his frame. "and i get that . . . but we wanna give you the whole world too, y'know? and if you'd just took it easy for a little bit, you'd be fightin' both of us off you with a stick!" nate went on. "i deserve to get to see you and perce cuddled up together too sometimes . . . and vice versa." he just wanted both of his boys happy, and he didn't want andrew to exhaust himself . . . that was supposed to be what nate was for! "i'll have you drinkin' my piss outta his hole by the end of the night . . . but y'know how much i love to see you cum just from his sweaty, little feet — almost as much as i love seein' that pretty little face turn red when perce teases ya for it!" nate continued on, giving andrew just a little taste of what was in store. he was an impatient man, though, and he couldn't stand waiting any longer to get his hands on andrew. his pesky, little shirt was torn off his frame, and nate was attacking those perky, pink nipples with a vigor that neither of them knew he had within him! he sucked at the pale flesh, tongue running over the tips of nipple — anything to drive him crazy. "best tits i've ever seen, baby," nate remarked with a smirk. his lips move northwards, hovering over andrew's neck. "let's make him jealous then, baby girl," nate whispered, a rasp to his voice. his lips attached to the boy's neck, teeth scraping against the soft skin as he sucked harshly, leaving a purple-maroon mark along his skin to let the whole world know whose andrew was. "we'll send him a video of you doin' somethin' real slutty too, just you wait."

a smirk spread across nate's lips, eyes brightening up as the redhead spoke. "can you blame me? i got hooked one day when you were both out, and you'd left yours socks out, which was probably intentional lookin' back . . . but i took a whiff of yours and then perce's, and i'd never busted a fatter nut . . . least solo," nate admitted, his face flushed a little. it wasn't exactly a normal occurrence for him to get flustered. andrew was really doing a number on him! "i mean, i think that's a no - brainer! and i ain't talkin' 'bout what i'll be when i get both of y'all's feet on my face!" he chuckled, licking his lips hungrily. he and andrew were the more reserved of the trio, and they were still exploring themselves. outside of a couple of flings before percy and andrew, nate didn't exactly have the most experience. it was nice to fumble around, to try new things with andrew as they both discovered new parts of themselves. "nobody'd ever expect it from a good girl like you. you'd have every man in the world weak in the knees just shakin' that fat ass for 'em. they'll be even more of me once they see ya like to guzzle piss too," nate went on, his strong hand gliding along andrew's rock-hard cock. his thumb brushed against the tip of his cock in a bid to tease, to drive andrew crazy. "shit, wouldn't be surprised if you two used me as a dildo . . . actually's kinda hot to think about it. you two are too insatiable to help yourselves, ain'tcha?" he hummed. his lips attached to andrew's neck, sucking at the soft flesh while his hands worked his cock. "sounds like the best birthday present a boy could ask for . . . y'all gonna fight over who gets to catch the load i shoot from watchin' it?" nate teased, a crooked grin on his lips. "cocks, feet . . . hell, i bet y'all'd even go crazy over some guy's hole too. everybody's gonna wanna turn with you two. you'll be the best cumdumps they've ever seen!" he spoke, chuckling darkly. his free hand grabbed a handful of andrew's plump curves, leaving little crescent-shaped indents on his pale globes. "oh, i plan on it, pimpin' it out, turnin' it out, the whole nine yards . . . that little pussy of yours is gonna be wrecked. that little cunt's gonna be leakin' through your trunks, baby! gonna be the sluttiest boy on the beach . . . even percy will be jealous!"

"well, we'll getcha there . . . you can do anything with us, andrew. anything your little heart desires, anything your devious mind comes up with. all you gotta do is ask, or at least, hint at it," nate whispered. he captured andrew's lips with his own, letting them move against each other in a tender but passionate moment. andrew deserved the world, and nate couldn't help but want to give it to him. "you're gonna be our little bitch, baby. we're gonna put that little cunt to work. gonna push you to your limit. you'll wonder how you ever got so slutty, but you'll be beggin' for it again before you know it. gonna be begging percy for a dickin' down. you'll have your own little backpack top!" nate teased, chuckling to himself giddily. he couldn't explain it, but seeing andrew so uninhibited was awe-inspiring. he could hardly believe that this was sweet, soft-spoken redhead who could barely get through his cocktail order . . . but nate loved every second of it. andrew had gone feral, and nate was more than happy to add fuel to the fire. "i know you would, angel. you'd be begging for more and more, never would get tired of our fists . . . and once you got our cocks, shit . . . you'd milk us dry! perce and i wouldn't know what to do!" he lauded, egging the redhead on. he wanted andrew's every fantasy, to draw every bit of filth from his pretty little head. "i'll have to split my time between under your desk and cleanin' his little feet up after rehearsal, keep my little princesses happy . . . jeez, what're you two boys doin' to me? got me talkin' like i'm one of you! i kinda like it though . . . i mean, i'm bricked up just thinkin' about bein' your foot stool and urinal for the day!" nate admitted, his face a bright shade of red. "you can have it whenever ya want, baby girl. just gotta ask! you and perce can share if ya like it that much . . . but tonight, baby, you're gettin' a faceful of this mancunt, and you're gonna love it!"

whatever had taken ahold of andrew was blowing nate's mind. he'd never seen him so eager, so cock-crazed, so desperate for feet and cum. nate was having a field day with the red-head, with all his feening for nate's sweaty feet. "ain't a thought goin' on up there that ain't about cock or cum or piss or feet, ain't that right?" nate teased, dragging his foot along andrew's pretty little face. "you can't stop him . . . he just needs dick like he needs air! i mean, you saw him with all those cocks, he was a pro. 's gonna be you too, sooner or later. you're gonna surprise even percy! you're the perfect breedin' bitch, andrew . . . built to take cock and service a bunch of sweaty feet." he ruffled andrew's fiery locks with his foot, and a dark chuckle escaped his lips. meanwhile, his other foot was practically being dry-humped by andrew; his sole was slick with the redhead's pre-cum. nate could hardly believe the degrading filth falling off andrew's tongue, but he couldn't get enough of it. his sweet, innocent little boyfriend was reducing himself down to nothing but a toy. "yeah, baby girl, you're quite pathetic . . . but it wouldn't be the same without percy's little cunt-cleaner or my little cumsock! who else would we tease about their little cock?" nate teased. andrew was giving him a real show with his little tongue bath. he'd never seen him attack his feet so eagerly, and god, did it feel like heaven. nate's own hand wrapped around the shaft of his thick cock, gliding along his length. his toes wiggled against andrew's tongue, watching the lust take over the pretty boy's gaze. "you're addicted to my cum, aren't you? can't believe i got a little faggot to suck the nut right out of my sock! shit, your boyfriend's too. you really are a bimbo, baby!" he chuckled. pre-cum drooled from the tip of his cock and down his shaft as he watch andrew guzzle down his cum straight from his socks. a twisted grin curled up on his lips, a dark glint in his brown eyes. "you know what, baby? you're probably right . . . he's totally been eye-fuckin' this guy, and i told to have at 'em. he even wore his favorite thong to impress him," nate explained with a grin. "you're doin' a good job, baby girl . . . but if you want my load, you're gonna nut all over these sweaty bad boys and then you're gonna clean your mess up like a good whore. got it, slut?" his foot swiped at the boy's cheek just harshly enough to sting a bit — but never to hurt his baby . . . still, nate had to give him what he wanted, and what he wanted was a depraved, filthy good time! how could he not go balls to the walls?

[lydsdonovan]

where: lydia's house who: @nathaniel-donovan & lydia donovan

"I need to talk to you about something," Lydia began, placing a plate of shrimp pasta in front of Nate and taking the seat next to him. She had already made the decision to sell the bakery, but now it was time to break the news to her family. Considering that they usually fared better in one-on-one discussions, Lydia had invited her brother over for dinner to have the conversation, with Landon at a sleepover for the night to allow for honest and open dialogue. "Nothing scary, I promise. I just... It's important to me, and I wanted to discuss it with you before making any decisions or signing any papers," she admitted, nervously twirling her fork around a plate of noodles without taking a bite.  “I have a great opportunity to buy the vineyard — you know, the one that burnt down? The current owners are throwing money away on it because they can’t afford to rebuild, and they’ve offered to sell it to me for a good price,” she explained, locking eyes with Nate. “I want to take it. But to do that, I’d also have to let go of the bakery. Do you…have any thoughts about that?”

[cinnamonfm]

Maybe, she thinks, watching him glide over her comment without answer, there were depths to him. Maybe there were sides she hadn't seen. Or maybe, just maybe, she thinks, breaking her gaze away from him for a fraction of a second - maybe she was just looking to make the mistake of sleeping with him more palatable.

"Megara?" She nods in assent. "Solid choice." Heni thinks briefly of her actual crushes, the people in her life who'd made her heart flutter, before also settling on a fictional answer. Anything to avoid letting someone in. Anything to avoid letting Nate in. "Buffy, from Buffy the vampire slayer."

Nate's eyes shuttered at Henrietta's joke. Somewhere deep inside, hidden from even himself, was there that...longing? To be someone who could be a romantic, who wasn't paralyzed with the possibilities of what showing his heart so openly were? Absolutely. He wanted to be that guy. But in the Shaw family, it had clearly been taught that such types of gestures, vulnerabilities were just laying the groundwork to get hurt. And besides - there was one thing that Nate did know. What people wanted him for wasn't the romantic. They wanted him for the physical. Even Heni.

His hand lifted to his jaw, fingers running over the scruff that was there as he eyed Heni for another moment, mind running over people he had crushed on, to use her word. "That chick from the Hercules cartoon," he finally answered. "She was hot." Which, like, yeah. But probably wasn't exactly the answer she had been looking for. "Who was yours?"

[gigiii1sblog]

KISS ME LIKE A SECRET 003

Warnings: mature content, cheating, fluff, sexual content, 2 year age gap, 18 & 20 and more

Chapter three: The Calm That Wasn’t

Y/N:

The house buzzed with noise, music drifting from the living room, distant laughter from the back porch, doors opening and closing, boys yelling over who ate the last bagel. It was loud, familiar chaos.

But under it all, there was something else.

The kind of quiet that hums in your bones when you know something is about to happen. When you’re trying to act normal but every step you take feels like it’s being watched.

Because it is.

I caught him looking at me at least five times that afternoon.

Chris.

From the couch when I walked past. From the kitchen doorway when I was filling a glass of water. When I bent to grab something off the floor, I felt it, his eyes dragging over me, jaw tight, like I was doing it on purpose.

I wasn’t.

Mostly.

But every time I caught him staring, I didn’t look away either.

He was sitting on the back deck with Nate and Matt now, beers in hand, shirts off in the summer heat. Matt was half asleep in the lounge chair, Nate was scrolling his phone, but Chris, he was leaned back in his seat, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, twirling a bottle cap between his fingers.

I watched from the kitchen window like I didn’t care.

Like I wasn’t hyper-aware of how I could still feel the ghost of his hand on my waist from this morning.

I felt a nudge beside me.

Nick.

“Stop staring,” he muttered under his breath, handing me a slice of watermelon from the plate he’d just cut.

“I wasn’t staring.”

“You were staring,” he said simply, not looking at me.

I took the fruit and scowled. “You’re imagining things.”

Nick shrugged, settling onto the stool beside me. “Sure I am.”

We sat in silence for a second. The soft scrape of forks, the hum of the fan. He handed me the salt without asking, and I smiled despite myself.

“I forgot how nice this was,” I said after a while. “Everyone back here. Like old times.”

Nick leaned forward, arms on the counter. “Except now we’re older. And there’s way more tension.”

I laughed. “So you do feel it.”

“Oh, I feel it,” he said. “I think we all do. I just pretend I don’t know anything and watch the drama unfold.”

I shot him a look, but he was grinning now, swinging his legs like he was twelve again.

“You were always my favorite,” I muttered.

“Obviously.” He nudged me. “You wanna get out of here for a bit? Too hot in this house.”

“Like, a walk?”

“Yeah. Or a drive. Something less suffocating than that” he nodded toward the porch where Chris was now standing, stretching, muscles flexing in a way that made my stomach tighten “sweaty testosterone.”

“God, please,” I muttered. “Let’s go.”

CHRIS:

I knew she was watching me.

Every move I made on that deck was for her. I wanted her to see it. I needed her to.

The way she looked at me this morning like she could match me beat for beat was still burning under my skin. And now she was off with Nick, giggling like nothing mattered.

It pissed me off.

I hated the way Nick made her laugh. Hated that she was confiding in him and not me. That she wouldn’t even look at me.

Nate handed me another beer. “You good, bro?”

“Yeah,” I muttered, opening it too hard, foam spilling over the top.

Matt gave me a side glance but said nothing.

Y/N’s laugh floated from inside the house again. Then the front door slammed.

I watched from the railing as she and Nick walked down the driveway toward his car. Her shorts were riding up the back of her thighs. Her hair was in a messy knot. She looked undone and perfect and out of reach.

For now.

⸻

Y/N:

By the time we got back, the house had quieted.

The sun had dipped low, casting golden light over everything. There was music playing low from the living room one of Chris’s playlists. I recognized it instantly.

Nick disappeared to shower, muttering something about smelling like grass.

I walked to the kitchen, passing through the hallway, barefoot and quiet, when I felt it.

That heat again.

That pull.

Chris was in the living room. Alone.

He looked up when I entered, then down again, like he hadn’t just been waiting for me.

I went straight for the fridge, grabbed a water, and didn’t say anything.

“Josh didn’t come,” he said.

I froze.

Slowly turned.

“He had something to do,” I replied carefully.

Chris stood, coming around the back of the couch. Every step he took felt louder than it should’ve been.

“He always has something to do,” he said.

I rolled my eyes. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” His voice was sharp. “I just think it’s funny.”

“What’s funny?”

“That he doesn’t even realize what’s happening.”

I tilted my head. “And what exactly is happening, Chris?”

He was in front of me now. Close. Closer than I wanted him to be.

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly. “Don’t act like you don’t feel it too.”

I looked up at him furious, breathless, heart racing.

“You’re not mine,” I said, voice soft but cruel. “And I’m not yours.”

That was the truth.

And also a lie.

Chris leaned in just enough. His hand brushed my hip, barely touching, fingers twitching like he wanted to grab me again but didn’t trust himself.

His face was close, lips parting like he wanted to say something else. But I was already tilting my head and for a moment, our mouths were too close. The air between us felt electric.

I don’t know who moved first.

I just felt it.

A peck.

Soft.

Quick.

Stupid.

Just enough for everything to spiral.

My hand was still on his chest when the hallway light flipped on.

Footsteps.

Voices.

Chris backed away immediately, shoving a hand through his hair.

Matt walked in, yawning. “Dude, you left your charger upstairs.”

I didn’t turn around.

Chris cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’ll grab it.”

And just like that — it was gone.

The heat. The closeness. The moment.

But I knew he’d felt it.

And I knew I wanted more.

Even if I swore I didn’t.

Texts Thread: 12:13 AM

Chris:

that didn’t feel like an accident

Y/N:

what didn’t

Chris:

don’t play dumb

Y/N:

you moved in first

Chris:

and you didn’t stop me

Y/N:

nothing happened

Chris:

your hand was on my chest

your breath was on my mouth

you wanna try again?

Y/N:

stop

Chris:

why, scared?

Y/N:

I have a boyfriend

Chris:

then maybe don’t look at me like that next time

Y/N:

you touched me first

Chris:

and you liked it

Y/N:

go to sleep Chris

Chris:

can’t, not after that

Y/N:

don’t bring it up again

Chris:

sure

if you stop thinking about it too

Y/N:

goodnight

Chris:

night, pretty girl

Y/N:

I didn’t sleep.

Not really.

Not after what happened in the hallway.

The almost-kiss. The way his hand had slid around my waist, breath hot on my neck. The second that stretched between us like a pulled thread, about to snap.

He didn’t kiss me.

But he almost did.

And I almost let him.

It meant nothing.

Except it did

⸻

The next night, the house was packed.

Some friend of Nate’s was throwing a summer party and naturally, our place got volunteered. The backyard lights were strung up, beer cans in coolers, speakers balanced dangerously on the patio furniture.

People I didn’t recognize swarmed through every room.

I stood in the kitchen, nursing a half-melted drink, my back against the counter, pretending not to care who walked in next.

But I was waiting for him.

And I hated that.

Nick leaned next to me, sipping something neon. “He’s not here yet.”

I blinked. “Who?”

Nick just smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “You’re annoying.”

“Just observant,” he shrugged. “You get weird when it comes to him.”

“I don’t get weird.”

He raised a brow. “Okay.”

I took another sip, scanning the crowd again like I wasn’t already doing it every ten seconds.

And then the front door opened.

Chris.

White shirt, loose and soft-looking, clinging to his chest. Hair pushed back by his backwards hat. That chain he wore around his neck glinting in the dim light. He walked in like nothing could touch him. Like everyone should look.

And they did.

Every girl in that room looked at him.

Some leaned in. Some whispered. A couple laughed too loud like they were trying to draw him in.

And it worked.

Because not even five minutes later, there was a girl on his lap.

On the couch, red plastic cup in her hand, twisting a strand of hair around her finger, talking into his ear like she owned him.

And he let her.

I told myself I didn’t care.

I laughed louder at Nick’s jokes. I leaned against the counter a little too dramatically. I crossed my legs in a way that made my skirt ride up and didn’t adjust it.

I was fine.

I had a boyfriend.

I didn’t want Chris.

I didn’t want Chris.

I—

“Wanna go outside?” Nick’s voice cut through the noise.

I blinked, looked at him. He saw too much. Always had.

“Yeah,” I said, breath tight. “Let’s go.”

CHRIS:

I saw her the second I walked in.

I always did.

She was in the kitchen same spot she was in yesterday. Same drink. Same lip gloss. Black mini skirt and a red tight corset, her legs were crossed and she wasn’t looking at me.

Not once.

Not even after last night. Not even after the way she melted under my hands. Not even after her mouth parted like she wanted me to kiss her.

Like she would’ve let me.

Instead, she was pretending.

So I let Lily or whatever her name was flirt her way onto my lap. Let her pretend like she was the one I came for.

She wasn’t.

But I couldn’t look at Y/N without remembering the way her breath caught when I got too close. The way her fingers stayed on my chest just a second too long.

So I let the girl talk.

Until I caught Y/N slipping out the sliding door with Nick again, laughing like nothing burned beneath her skin.

I stood up, pushing Lily off gently.

“What?” she pouted.

“Nothing,” I said, already moving.

But I was watching her.

I was always watching her.

Y/N:

The air was thick and humid. Crickets louder than the music inside.

Nick sat beside me on the porch swing, his arm slung lazily over the back, not touching me, just close enough.

I didn’t say anything for a minute.

“You gonna talk about it?” he asked finally.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

Nick looked over, face unreadable. “He looked jealous yesterday. You looked jealous tonight.”

I scoffed, too loud. “I have a boyfriend, Nick.”

He shrugged. “And Chris isn’t stupid. He knows that. Doesn’t mean he likes it.”

I bit my lip, nails digging into the fabric of the swing.

“I hate this,” I muttered. “I hate feeling like—”

“You’re losing control?” Nick said softly.

I looked at him.

And for once, I didn’t say anything.

Because he was right.

⸻

Nick went back inside when Nate called him for pong, leaving me alone on the porch steps.

The weed hit a little too fast.

Maybe because I hadn’t eaten. Maybe because I wanted it to.

The sky stretched wide above me, blurry and endless, the air thick like syrup. My limbs felt far away. My thoughts floated just out of reach. It was perfect. I didn’t have to feel anything.

Until I heard him.

Footsteps behind me. Soft and slow, like he didn’t want to startle me. But I already knew it was him. I could feel him. That pull in the air when he was around like gravity bending.

“I figured you’d be out here,” Chris said, voice low, calm.

I didn’t turn. “You always follow me?”

He stepped down beside me, dropping onto the step so our arms brushed. “Only when you look like you’re running from something.”

eyes already on me.

“You wore that on purpose,” he muttered.

I didn’t look at him. “And if I did?”

“You’re fucked up,” he said, and I could feel him staring.

“You think I dressed for you?”

He laughed once, low and bitter. “You didn’t dress for your boyfriend.”

That made me turn.

His eyes were darker than usual, glossed with the kind of jealousy he refused to admit. He didn’t look away. He never did.

“You’ve always liked red,” I said, letting the smoke escape slowly between my lips.

Chris’s jaw flexed. “You’re playing with fire.”

“I thought you liked that.”

His gaze dropped to my legs, lingering, then dragged up the corset cinched around my waist.

“I do,” he said, barely audible. “Too much.”

My heart pounded. I pretended it didn’t. I passed him the joint, and our fingers brushed just enough to feel it.

“You’re the one who followed me out here,” I said, voice low.

“You’re the one dressed like sin.”

“Then don’t look.”

He turned toward me, face inches from mine. His knee brushed mine. His hand rested behind me on the step — close enough to touch my lower back if he moved an inch. The air thickened. I could feel every beat of my pulse like it was echoing between us.

“Every guy in that room wants to fuck you,” he said, not hiding the edge in his voice.

“I only noticed one looking,” I replied, cocking my head.

Chris exhaled, sharp. “You want me to lose it?”

“Why haven’t you yet?”

He reached for me slow, deliberate hand grazing my waist, his thumb tracing the edge of the corset where skin peeked through. I didn’t stop him. My breath hitched as his fingers curled around my hip.

“You know what I want?” he murmured, leaning in, lips almost at my ear. “I want to fuck you against this railing. Right here. Right now. Just to see you fall apart.”

My thighs clenched. My whole body flushed.

“Then why don’t you?” I asked, voice shaking.

Chris didn’t move. His breath hit my neck, warm and unsteady.

“Because you’ve still got a boyfriend,” he whispered. “And I still respect your brother.”

“Since when?”

He didn’t answer. Just stared.

The moment stretched, dangerous and sharp. One move and we’d lose the war. One kiss and everything would shatter.

But neither of us pulled away.

I didn’t breathe.

And I didn’t want to.

Because right here, in the dark, in my corset and his stare, I finally had the one thing I’d chased since I was seven—

His full attention.

And he was starving.

⸻

Chris jerked his chin toward the driveway. “Come on.”

I blinked. “Where?”

He didn’t answer. Just turned and started walking.

And I followed. Like I always did.

The night air wrapped around my bare legs, the red corset hugging my waist with every shaky inhale. The porch door creaked shut behind us, sealing us off from the music, from the house, from the noise. Everything felt too quiet now like the universe was holding its breath, waiting to see if we’d break.

Chris unlocked his car with a click.

I hesitated.

“Get in,” he said, already sliding into the driver’s seat.

So I did.

The doors shut. The silence between us turned electric.

It was dark, shadows crawling across his face from the streetlight overhead. The tension was thick, suffocating. He didn’t look at me — not right away. Just sat there with his hands on the wheel like he was gripping it to stop himself from reaching for me.

I turned slightly in my seat, heart hammering in my chest. “Why’d you bring me here?”

“You know why.”

The air pulsed.

His eyes flicked to me, landing on the exposed line of my neck, then dragging down. His gaze stuck to my corset, the way it pushed up my chest, the way the black mini skirt hugged my thighs. He looked like he hated himself for staring — and couldn’t stop.

“You wore that on purpose.”

I smirked, heat crawling up my spine. “You’re obsessed.”

Chris leaned toward me then — slow and dangerous. “Say it.”

My breath hitched. “Say what?”

“That you’re not thinking about your boyfriend right now.”

I didn’t say it. I didn’t need to.

Because then he kissed me.

It wasn’t soft or sweet. It was angry. Desperate. Like he’d been waiting years to touch me and couldn’t hold it in anymore. I gasped into it, and he took full advantage, sliding his hand around my waist, fingers splaying over the tight lace.

My hand gripped the collar of his shirt. I pulled him closer. The console between us wasn’t enough to stop the way we leaned into each other like magnets pulled too tight. My thigh pressed against his. His tongue slid against mine, hot and wet and hungry.

His hand moved to my thigh, squeezing it through the skirt. I let out a breathless whimper into his mouth.

He groaned. “Fuck.”

“Chris—”

“I’ve wanted this,” he growled, forehead pressed against mine. “You don’t even know.”

I kissed him again, hard. I didn’t care about Josh. Or Nate. Or what this meant. I just needed him. Right now. Like oxygen.

His hand slid up, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my skirt, but just as I arched into him

my phone buzzed in my corset.

We froze.

Buzz.

Buzz.

My heart dropped. I reached for it with a shaky hand, knowing already.

Incoming Call: Nate.

Chris pulled back, his chest heaving.

“Answer it,” he said hoarsely.

I didn’t want to.

“I said answer it.”

I pressed the phone to my ear, breathless. “H-Hey.”

“Where are you?” Nate asked. “You disappeared.”

“I just… needed air.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good. Just outside for a sec.”

Chris stared at me, his knuckles white on the gear shift.

“You coming back in?” Nate asked.

“Yeah. Be right there.”

The second the call ended, I let the phone fall onto the console.

Silence.

Chris didn’t touch me. I didn’t move.

His voice was rough. “Get out.”

“Chris—”

“Before I do something stupid.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and slid out of the car, legs trembling. My lip still tasted like him.

As I walked back toward the house, I didn’t look back.

Because if I did…

I knew I’d crawl right back into that passenger seat.

CHRIS:

I watched her go.

Tight red corset. That short little skirt that was going to live in my fucking memory. Her hair tousled from my hands. Lips swollen from mine.

I dragged a hand down my face, heart still hammering.

She kissed me back. Hell, she started it this time.

But the second that name popped up on her phone—

Nate.

Her brother. My best friend. The reason I was supposed to stay away.

But I couldn’t.

Not anymore.

And fuck, I didn’t even care if that made me a piece of shit.

Because the taste of her was still on my tongue.

And I already knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

@riggysworld @amiraisafreakokaysorry @pair-of-pantaloons @ansteeze @kitty-meow-meow44 @emeraldsturns @sturnslux3 @kalel2005 @izzylovesmatt

[ggblasts]

Roommate Assignments for Outer Banks

Please note that if you are playing a character from that show, your characters are more than welcome to go back to their houses.

Floor One:

Room 001: Serena Van der Woodsen & Nate Archibald @serenavxoxo @nathanielxarchibald

Room 002: Ryker Maddox & Mary Bowder @rykermaddoxxo @marryy-bowderxoxo

Room 003: Roxanne Long & Dan Humphrey @roxannelong @danhumphreyx

Room 004: Blair Waldorf & Chuck Bass @xoxoblairwb @chuckbbass

Room 005: Oddette Warren & Milo Rutherford @oddettewarrenxo @milorutherford

Room 006: Jackie Sinclair & Isabelle Montrose @jackiesinclair @bellexmontrose

Room 007: Briar Coleman & Mateo Santiago @thebriarcoleman @iammateosantiago

Room 008: Cassandra Dozier & Ella Hampton @cassandrathegossiper @ellaxhampton

Room 009: Luca Navarro & Asher Maddox @lucanavarro @ashermaddox

Room 010: Tony Salazar & Dean Adler @tonyxsalazarx @iamdeanadler

Floor Two:

Room 001: Frankie & Jordan Barnes @frankiebarnes @jordanbarnes

Room 002: Adrianna Barnes & Amber West @hiadriannabarnes @amberwest

Room 003: Max Wolfe & Vanessa Hernandez @maximusxwolfe @vanessaxhernandez

Room 004: Carter Baizen & Aurora Astor @carterxxbaizen @auroraastor

Room 005: Nico Vance & Sage Edwards @nicovancexo @sageedwardsxo

Room 006: Emir Atlan & Monet de Haan @xoxoemiratlan @monetdehaanx

Room 007: Hanna Marin & Kai Jordans @hannaomarin @kaijordansxo

Room 008: Cassian Holloway & Esmerelda Ortiz @iamcassianholloway @tfesmereldaortiz

Room 009: Reid Thorton & Marylin Sinclair @reidthorton @themarilynsinclair

Room 010: Sawyer Walker & Brittany Andras @sawyerxwalkerx @xoxobrittanya

Floor 3:

Room 001: Callum Thorne & Brandon Adams @callumxthorne @brandonadamsx

Room 002: Imogen Barnes & Quinn Porter @imogenbarnes @quinnxporterx

Room 003: Dylan Jackson & Evelyn Simms @dylanrjackson @xoxoevelyns

Room 004: Sloane Whitmore & Tucker Banks @sloanewhitmore @tuckerzbanks

Room 005: Jenny Humphrey & Dimitri Harrison @jennythegossiper @mfdimitriharrison

Room 006: Cressida Wynter & Sterling Baxter @cressidawynter @sterlingbaxter

Room 007: Posey Albright @pose-y

[idealchosen]

𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙲𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙽: a HIGHLY SELECTIVE, PRIVATE & MUTUALS ONLY roleplay blog for a canon divergent portrayal of NATURAL "N" HARMONIA-GROPIUS of gamefreak's POKEMON BLACK & WHITE. 18+ only. MINORS, PERSONALS & POKE IRL BLOGS DNI. Written by Cat. EST. DEC 2023. Medium-low activity. Multiverse & cross over friendly!

WILL CONTAIN TRIGGERING SUBJECTS SUCH AS ABUSE ( Mentioned in N's backstory ). INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK.

CARRD ( WIP )

DOC ( WIP )

CLICK HERE FOR RULES IN THE MEAN TIME.

Very important information about my portrayal of N ( until i get a carrd set up ):

Is a biological clone of his father ( as we all know )

Still likes Pokémon more then people

Technically Homeless ( I do not count anime only stuff bc. I don’t watch it )

Autistic. Are you surprised? I’m not.

Hates loud noises and will remove himself if its too loud.

I retcon the whole “he gives reshiram/zekrom to MC’ no. My N still has Zekrom.

He’s a little more self aware of manipulation tactics but unfortunately is still naive enough to be manipulated.

N is non binary and uses He/They pronouns.

He is a pan romantic demi sexual.

He likes street food because it reminds him of the fair which reminds him of the Ferris wheel which is his favourite thing ever.

He did attempt vegetarianism at one point but he got very sick from not getting enough vitamins and minerals, despite doing it properly. Turns out it’s because his clone body was reacting negatively to it.

People who actually know that N is a lab kid:

Hilda & Hilbert know. They find out around the same time N does after the events of B/W.

Rosa & Nate also know.

Colress knows from working with Ghetsis.

John ( @turnecoat ) knows because the information was found out by interpol after B/W and N was taken in for questioning.

Lysandre ( @fleurladari ) knows from data gathering.

Silva ( @picavecalyx ) knows because they have a lot of similarities and he trusted her enough. It’s easier when there’s someone like you, you know?

Felicity ( @memorigami ) similar reasoning to Silva but she knows bc they’re both fucked up people who need each other.

— The N Project.

The N project was a cloning project—the third one done by Ghetsis in order to make a perfect clone of himself that could be taught Pokespeak, easily befriend Pokémon and become a champion to one of the legendary dragons of Unova. Of course this was all to benefit Ghetsis’ own needs, as the perfected clone would also be created to continue his tyrannical path once he died.

The first two of the cloning project were Anthea & Concordia using DNA that was not Ghetsis’ own. They were created with DNA from two of the Seven Sages. They were deemed as failures but developed some psychic abilities.

Natural, or Experiment N-003, was closer to a perfected clone using Ghetsis’ own DNA. The clone was meant to age as a regular human being so it could be nurtured and manipulated and molded into Ghetsis’ ideal image. The DNA would still take time to mature as Natural grew older, which is why by the time he turns 30, his eyes become red and he shows a little more physical characteristics to Ghetsis.

When he was awoken at the age of 2 after final diagnostic checks he was thrown into the wild with abused Pokémon to develop Pokespeak. Despite what most may know, he was being monitored the whole time via hidden, wireless cameras in the area. Scientists had to log data and track the success of Natural learning what he needed for the next 4 years.

In his teens + adult years, N has been put into an experimental tube like the one he was developed in to run diagnostics and gather data. This usually happens when he is asleep, and he would have no recollection of it. However, after learning about his origins he did start to have nightmares about being the lab, as if he were an outsider looking in, only to realize these are repressed memories from the scientists blocking off those memories in his brain. Lack of maintenance on the repressed memories staying repressed is the cause of these ‘memory dreams’.

All of N’s body is organic but they are able to pull data from his mind.

Part of the N project was for Natural to be homeschooled by the Seven Sages and learn about being a King to prepare him for coronation and his duties. He was isolated from people except for the Sages and his Sisters and some scientists. Because he wasn’t taught real, basic education ( he’s not stupid, he DID learn stuff; math, history ect but most of his education was focused on him being a king and what he would be doing when he was crowned ) he gets confused by certain things and his social skills lack severely. Also, you know. Autism.

[controlledvolatility]

@depictedmorada

[leonheartedx]

                                –––– ✨ 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐱 ✨ ––––  pinterest ⦙ threads ⦙ answers ⦙ vanity

have you seen cillian 'leon' o'hara  around los angeles? the twenty-four year old is usually jamming to lionhearted by porter robinson. word around the city is that they’re warm, yet, they can also be clueless, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently a trust fund baby and are typically seen walking the streets of los angeles with old family pendant . when i think of them, i think of button up shirts, peacoat during the winter, attending usc football games, late night clubbing, sweet grins and platinum amex card. let’s hope the city treats them good!

                                                        ○ ′ ✨  loved  by taco

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  cillian o'hara 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  leon ( by everyone except his family ) 𝐃𝐎𝐁  december 24, 1998 𝐀𝐆𝐄  twenty - four 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  capricorn 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑  cis - male 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒  he/him 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  biromantic, bisexual  𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 beverly hills, california 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 los angeles, california 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒  english, spanish, some french 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  influencer and trust fund baby

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌  michael provost 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑  dirty blond hair 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  blue eyes 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  5′8″ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  none 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒  none 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄  athletic wear, cardigans, button ups mainly white, light blue and black.

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  adventurer ( isfp ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  curious, warm, charming, imaginative, curious 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  unpredictable, clueless, emotional, sensitive, self-isolating 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  football games, hikes, running, working out, photos, filming content, food. 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  chocolate

○ ′ ✨  –––––––––––––––––––  004

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  liam o'hara 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  olivia o'hara 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  siobhan o'hara, older twin sister

○ ′ ✨  –––––––––––––––––––  005

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒     nate archibald ( gossip girl ) , harry potter ( hp series ) , archie andrews ( riverdale ) , rose dawson ( titanic ) , prince wilhelm ( young royals ) , kiara carrera ( outerbanks ) , finn hudson ( glee ) , scott mccall ( teen wolf )

○ ′ ✨  –––––––––––––––––––  006

the o'hara's were one of the richest people in america. and with their wealth, they knew that they wanted nothing more than to create a family and make sure their richest stayed in their family. so when they planned to have a child, they didn't expect that they would end up with two. but it was perfect for the family when they saw that they would have a little girl and boy. after that they knew they didn't want anymore.

their life was perfect. at least as perfect as it could be. but cillian realized that it wasn't as perfect as they made it seemed. most of his life, he grew up with two people, his own sister and the housekeeper. their parents were always so busy with their lives. a businessman and an actress and model, when did they ever have time for their kids? yes, they did their best, loving them, being there for them, but they were following their own dreams.

the kids were always spoiled. and most would end up seeing them as rotten to the core at times. cillian never really liked most people getting close, while his own sister loved people, for the fact that she wanted to be the center of them all. and it was like that during high school when they both went to boarding school up north. and that's when they started to become more individuals.

this was when cillian, known as leon now, came to the realization that he was a bit more of the adventurer, curious about things, and maybe a little clueless at times. his sister was the smart girl, and he was well–– the himbo. and he was known as that, to the public, among his peers, and even online when he started to grow his own following. and it was nice to not try to think 24/7.

things were a little different in college. he was accepted to usc, which everyone assumed was because of his parents name, but really he worked for it. he was smart himself, with good grades, and playing sports, it helped with his application. and the four years he had during college, he found himself even more, especially in his sexuality.

now that he is out of college, with a business degree that he uses well with the combination of being an influencer. he was growing more and more, and he had a community, and followers that adored him. his own merch always selling out, and always doing sponsorships with businesses. he just wonders how long he can make this into a career, and if maybe he could do more than just be a content creator.

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currently has over 20 million followers on tiktok, 10 million on instagram.

has worked with many companies where he does ads for

has been on the cover of teen vogue with his sister and has a close relationship with those at vogue

enjoys going to usc football games even now, big supporter of the team

has a friends with benefits with jc bancroft thats started to lead into feelings being involved.

doesn't know if he wants to keep being a content creator, so he's figuring out what's next.

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        CONNECTIONS

she is my other half - whenever someone thinks of soulmates, they think a lover, or a best friend. but for cillian, he honestly believes his twin is his. soul twins, platonic. twins have a powerful connection. and he is glad to know that his twin will always be there no matter what // taken by @diisgustednoiises

the older you get, the wiser you are - this is someone to cillian sees as a father figure. someone that leon feels like he can go to for advice. since his father is so busy, he always feels like he goes to this person to ask for questions about life, and their bond truly feels like what a proper father/son relationship should feel like. // taken by @simongerer

i don't fall in love too easily - leon has always been one to date, fool around, all of that, but he never really lasted in many relationships because he manages to either ruin them when they get too–– serious. but something about the other blond he finds intriguing. maybe because he's the opposite of who leon is, in terms of their upbringing. maybe he craves the feeling of struggle that he has, or maybe he just admires him for making it on his own. regardless, he starts developing feelings that he isn't so sure what to do with. // taken by @oddcnes

        OTHER CONNECTIONS

other influencers

old classmates from high school

friends from college

flings/fwb

[professortalyor]

                                –––– 📙 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 📙 ––––                                                                   pinterest ⦙ threads ⦙ answers ⦙ vanity

spotted in the streets of brooklyn, it’s NATHANIEL TAYLOR. they have lived in the city for THIRTEEN YEARS, working as a PROFESSOR. the 29 year old will probably be seen around WILLIAMSBURG  a lot, seeing as that’s where they live. people say they can be a bit CRITICAL and a SENSITIVE, but friends know them to be CREATIVE and PASSIONATE. you know for sure you’ve found them when you’ve come across the smell of fresh brewed coffee in the morning, the scratch of a stylus pen hitting a blank paper, an evening bike ride across the park. welcome to brooklyn, it’s been waiting for you!

                                                ○ ′ 📙  loved  by taco

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  nathaniel james taylor 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  nate, nathan, but prefers nathaniel 𝐃𝐎𝐁  september 27, 1995 𝐀𝐆𝐄  twenty-nine 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  libra 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑  demi-male 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒  he/him, they/them 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  homosexual, homoromantic 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 llanbedrog, wales, uk 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍  brooklyn, nyc, new york 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒  english, french, spanish. 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  professor at columbia university

○ ′ 📙  –––––––––––––––––––  002

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌  nicholas galitzine 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑  dirty blond/brown 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  hazel eyes 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  6′0″ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  ears 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒  none 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄  white shirts, button ups, suits, knitted sweaters, coat jackets.

○ ′ 📙  –––––––––––––––––––  003

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  mediator ( infp ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  imaginative, thoughtful, passionate, charismatic, creative 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  critical, sensitive, self-isolating, unrealistic 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  photography, singing, playing guitar, painting, writing, content creating, working out, hiking, swimming 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  iced coffee

○ ′ 📙  –––––––––––––––––––  004

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  david taylor 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒  helena taylor née evans 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  rhys taylor ( older brother ) 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 none

○ ′ 📙  –––––––––––––––––––  005

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒  peter parker ( spiderman ) , tk strand ( 911 lone star ) , clay jensen ( 13 reasons why ) , elena gilbert ( the vampire diaries ) , miguel rivera ( coco ) , betty cooper ( riverdale ) , luke skywalker ( star wars )

○ ′ 📙  –––––––––––––––––––  006

nathaniel taylor has always been someone that enjoyed the beauty of everything. from the arts to sports, he tried it all. but his interest for it was thanks to his older three brothers, who all were a bit different from the other. nathaniel knew he was different growing up, and he was good at being a chameleon. he always seem to fin interest in everything because he wanted to have something in common with other people. that and he cared a lot about the memories he'd make.

growing up in a farm, there was always something to do. and being in a big family, there was always a bit of chaos too. but he never mind it. he often missed it when a brother would go off to college. and although, nathaniel could easily thrive on his own, he missed his brothers dearly the moment they weren't around. it wasn't the same when his third eldest brother left that he realized how lonely he was. but he focused on his studies, the sports he was in, but also writing.

the moment he turned fifteen, he was exceptional at two things, creative writing and lacrosse. that was when a recruiter from a private school in the united states had found interest in nathaniel to come play for him. and it helped that he had high marks at school, granting him a full scholarship to attend the school. it had enticed nathaniel, but there was a part of him that worried for his parents, leaving them behind already. but they wanted what was best for their children, and they felt this was a lifetime opportunity for him.

it was a culture shock, but he had loved the states, and the things that came with it. and he had made some amazing friends out there. and he knew that even though lacrosse may not be something he'd do forever, he enjoyed playing for the school, winning them state championships and bringing trophies back to their school.

college was about the same. he had places that offered him athletic scholarships, but he knew that his love for writing ultimately what he wanted to do. when he was accepted to columbia university, he joined the lacrosse team while also focusing in the writing program they offered. it was the best of both worlds. but ultimately as he got older, the focus had shifted to just doing writing. and he was at the point where he started writing manuscripts of his own. a novel that mirrored his life, but with a fictional twist.

nathaniel was a novelist at age twenty-three, and he had a sequel story by age twenty-six. he was thriving. and he was ready to continue writing more. books about magic, and family bonds, and a brotherhood. it had even gotten attention from his alma mater. another opportunity was presented by them. and teaching was now another thing he had to add of all the things he had done in his life.

○ ′ 📙  –––––––––––––––––––  007

nathaniel is currently teaching creative writing and literature in fiction

is currently writing his third book in the legacy series ( a series about brothers born with abilities / basically charmed but boys hahaha )

lives in williamsburg, and enjoys the commute to school and back.

is addicted to iced coffee. he is often seen at the beanz ordering an iced coffee, no matter the weather.

has one dog, a golden retriever named athena

single and ready to mingle.

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        CONNECTIONS

childhood friend now frenemy - the one friend that he grew up with, where they both dreamed big. and both ended up at the same college, even after they were apart for a few years. they weren't the biggest fan of each other. they might not be that now.

childhood friend, found family - this is the opposite of who the frenemy is. possibly they were all a triad? this person is like a brother/sister to them, and they will always have each other's back. this person is probably always in the middle of the two frenemies.

first love - the one person that he has ever truly loved that got away. they were high school sweethearts, and when they graduated from high school they went on their separate ways. but perhaps their paths have hit once again?

ride or die - this is a friend he had met in columbia ( maybe just new york/brooklyn), the one that became his true best friend. this is the person that gets him out of his shell.

        OTHER CONNECTIONS

friends

other professors

fwb

writing buddies

[malcohen]

Malcolm nodded, offering a slight smile when the male agreed to go with him sometime. In a way, it was reassuring to have someone else by his side that was going through a similar thing. Sure, Nate had actually relapsed while Malcolm only came close, but that didn’t matter much to him in the grand scheme of things. Nate was one of the few people in his life that he felt really understood him, understood the dark and dreary side of himself that he was so ashamed of – and the same could be said the other way around. “Not easy at all. But, hey, at least we’re handsome.” He joked, attempting to inject some sort of levity into the otherwise heavy conversation.

“Well, from what I can tell you ain’t past the point of no return for any of ‘em. That’s worth a lot.” And definitely something he didn’t want the older male to take for granted. It was a lot easier to repair burnt and broken bridges than bring yourself or someone else back from the dead. “And, um – if you’re ever feelin’ like you wanna reach out to someone, but shame keeps kickin’ you in the ass, you can always call me. You know I’d never judge you for it, yeah? Might make the hard part a little easier.”

Hearing people tell him that they were glad he was back, wasn't something that settled well with Nate. If only because it felt wrong. It was his guilt, the shame he felt, and the way he had singlehandedly fucked everything up around him. At least that's how it felt to him. It was almost as if he wasn't deserving of the care the people around him had shown - it was how he saw it, an always feeling and one that screamed more loudly as he relapsed. "Yeah I'll probably take you up on that." Nate needed stability, he needed a routine and he knew attending meetings was one thing he was set on doing.

He nodded lightly in understanding, "Yeah I get that." considering Nate himself had twelve years under his belt and suddenly at the click of a finger, he had been the only person responsible for making every effort he had made, blow up in his face. It was a thought he struggled to push past, not when it had gotten to the point of him convincing himself that he really just wasn't worth it. So in every way he was relieved that Mal had managed to do what he hadn't, though that was in no way him dismissing the way he felt, Mal was real for it. Addiction wasn't just something you could run away from, and unfortunately for the both of them, it was always there. "I know. Just not blessed with an easy ride, huh?" it was a tiny hint of humour, but it was a fact. "Try and fix the things I fucked up." at the end of the day it was all Nate, he couldn't blame somebody else for the way he had been. It didn't work like that. "Hopefully not go fuckin' mad." he joked, despite feeling completely serious about that one.

[controlledvolatility]

“Michael Myers taught me a valuable life lesson. Don’t worry about how fast everyone around you is moving. If you’re determined, just move at your own pace and you’ll kill shit every time. Thanks, Mike.” ( from anna ! )

"Makes sense." He can only guess that Anna did a Halloween scary movie marathon lately, or the guy dressed up as Michael Myers in the corner (that hasn't moved in too long, if you ask Nate) reminded her of this dire, need-to-know life lesson. "Enjoying your drinks? Because that's the most you've said to me, unscripted, since we got here for this project."

[crowdedmidnight]

closed starter for @predatorymaniac​​​

Muse: Allison Spencer {Madison Iseman}

plot: Allison and Nate have been going strong for over a year now, but now Allison is starting to fear the worst. Her commitment issues are clouding her judgement.

‘  I don’t trust myself with loving you.  ’

[byicarus]

the connection that nate had craved all his life, he had found in andrew and percy. no one could make him feel quite as good as percy when he was begging for attention or andrew when he was showering him in affection. usually, nate had them both ready to jump his bones, but he was more than happy to have some alone time with the redhead. "i guess you're right... but whatever makes him happy. just glad i get to spend sometime with you by ourselves... 's been a while, ain't it?" nate practically purred. he tugged andrew closer to him, enveloping him in his long arms. "i mean, i was thinking something with a little less clothing," he admitted with a little smirk. "which is my way of saying i wanna fuck your brains out and then cuddle you while we watch charmed 'til percy's back." "dunno if nanny mcphee's the same as the farm or the bar, so... probably a good thing i leave the cleanin' to you. that is, unless y'wanna teach me," nate said with a chuckle. he ran his fingers through andrew's fiery locks, a soft smile on his lips. he knew that it wasn't easy for andrew growing up, but it was nice to have him opening up. it might have been hard, but their bond was just getting stronger and stronger. "i'm just sayin' — we need you t'be more than a bag of bones by the time we get to hawaii," the chestnut-haired boy remarked. his hands slowly rubbed at the small of andrew's back as he peppered kisses along the edge of andrew's neck. "i want you to enjoy it too. 'm real anxious to see those tan lines. would you hate me if i tell ya i've already bought'cha some skimpy undies for them?" nate lifted andrew's chin, forcing their gazes to meet. he pressed a soft kiss to the smaller boy's lips, humming softly to himself. "you're not going to screw up anything," nate said decidedly. "you were with percy for years and did just fine. now you've got me, and you're the perfect boy for me," he assured him. he knew that andrew had a hard time speaking up for himself — nate had been there before himself too. he wanted to help him, to see his beautiful boyfriend blossom into the minx he knew lurked underneath his skin. "wisdom? nah. just common sense, i guess," nate chuckled. his strong hands were resting on andrew's hips before they were slipping underneath the waistband of andrew's underwear. "we gettin' ya too turned on at work, baby? sorry — not really," he teased. his digits found their way to his boyfriend's tight entrance. the pad of his finger brushed against the pink rim teasingly. his free hand found its way to the bulge in andrew's pants, rubbing softly. "i'm gonna have my fun with you, angel," nate promised. "i bet you're dyin' to get a whiff of daddy's feet though... bet you been dreamin' about shootin' your load all over 'em, ain't that right, baby girl?"

growing up in foster care, andrew had always pictured having the cookie-cutter life for himself. a house with a white picket fence, a couple of kids, a golden retriever. the perfect family and the perfect life, though andrew's definition of perfect had evolved over the years. it wasn't until nate came into his life that he realized that he might not want the american dream, but something all his own.

andrew yearned for simplicity. he liked his little desk job, performing the same mundane tasks day after day. he liked coming home to two hungry stomachs to feed even more. with percy, and now nate, andrew finally had the family he always wanted. "more like poor rachel! he's probably forcing her t'stay with him. we both know how convincing he can be," he chuckled softly. a gentle hum left andrew's lips as he was pulled into nate's lap. he wasn't as dainty and petite as percy, yet the perfect size for nate to toss around however he pleased. "it certainly does, doesn't it?" andrew replied. "i wonder what you have in mind."

"everything i learned about tidying up, i learned from nanny mcphee," drew chuckled. "that was the only dvd i had in the foster homes — i watched it meticulously." andrew was not the type to dump his past in another's lap, but he would drop tidbits of information here and there. his boyfriends, as much as he loved and trusted them, didn't even know the gritty details. "i just want to do something nice for you guys," he said with a pout. "and by nice, i mean an all-inclusive resort on the beach with my two favorite boys. i've never been on a real vacation before." no one worked harder, or more diligently, than andrew. percy and nate were the most consistent source of motivation he had — but a week in paradise with the loves of his life was a close second.

"bashful? me? never," andrew teased. he sighed softly, cheek resting upon nate's shoulder as he spoke. "i know, i just... you and percy are so good at this stuff, and i feel like a fish out of water. everything has been seamless, but if anyone was going to screw it up, it'd probably be me." an open and honest line of communication was the best route for andrew, but he always struggled to speak up. he didn't want to be the one to voice any doubt, to open a can of worms that he couldn't close. "you're very sweet, nathan — with many words of wisdom," he giggled softly, pressing a kiss to the boy's cheek. "you're not... wrong, necessarily. you two sending me pictures all day doesn't exactly help the mind stay pure," andrew replied, nuzzling his face into nate's neck. "t—take care of me, daddy. do whatever y'want with me, however you want it... 'm all yours."

[roxannexweasley]

roxanne & nate

“you’re looking rather chipper this morning.” roxanne admitted, a small smile on her lips. “either you had an amazing time at the festival or you didn’t drink as much as i did.” she chuckled softly, taking a large mouthful of coffee. “i’m feeling rather sick - but of course it’s self inflicted and i need to suck it up.” the brunette sighed dramatically at the thought. 

@natewood​

[garrettxmendez]

garrett & nate

“well if it isn’t my knight in shinning armour.” he chuckled softly as he handed the other a cup of coffee. “i felt like i owed you a thank you for stitching up my hand.” garrett admitted, offering the other a small smile. “it’s stitch removal day, not sure if you remembered - but i definitely did.” 

@natewood​