#* threads ⧽ nathan.

[alkalinc]

a closed starter for my heart, @devoureden, for nathan & evelyn.

bumping into her was technically a coincidence because nathan had no clue where evelyn would be when he showed up in town. however, they had been here before, even if it hadn't been in over a year, and always seemed to find one another whenever he showed up again. walking by that particular coffee shop, he recognized her instantly and didn't hesitate to step inside and walk over to her table. "hey, stranger."

[ofyorkshire]

ouhh, what i wouldn't give for someone's face to soften completely when they see bj and coo a quiet, warm, "hey, baby."

[rubiesintherough]

@painofhumanity --- cont. from here

He read the message in silence, and slowly handed the phone back with a quiet sigh. " Yeah, well, I'm just weird like that. Look, even I don't really know why but, all I do know is, you and your freaky immortality are always welcome here. ------ Just maybe not on my table, again. It was a lot of paperwork and headache trying to explain to the higher ups how a body went missing from the morgue. ' It just got up and walked away ' wasn't gonna go over well. "

[ofxlycanxmagica]

Levi and Nathan had grown up together so much that he counted Nate more as a brother to him that a cousin - possibly even closer than Lucas. He saw the other as he was cleaning the kitchen and smiled a little. "Hey!" He acknowledged. "I thought you would be out causing drama" he teased.

@fragmcntedsouls

[cyberneticatoms]

WHERE: Fire Station WHO: Nathan Dawson (@mercurysunstar)

Archer stretched his arms over his head with a grunt before shutting his locker close. "Hey man, up for grabbing drinks? Lui off wedding planning and Scorp said he pass," he said. He was aware the latter was sober and while he'd never say it out loud he did wonder if one drink really would kill the guy. "Think we earned it after having to deal with a busted septic tank, thought I'd never get the smell off me."

[mercurysunstar]

who: nathan and your pick @everyxthingxisxredx

nathan had gotten off his shift earlier and finished running a few errands before heading to the bar. it was a ritual for him at this point: work, errands, bar. sometimes seeing the occasional people in between but not today, today he just want a drink and to relax. he'd already made it there and ordered himself a drink at the bar when someone tapped him on the shoulder, not bothering to turn around to see who he mumbled, "i'm not in the mood for a conversation, bother somebody else please."

[horrorphase]

…                      it had been a long damn day, a police interview and a shift in the morgue, tiresome and headache-inducing in a way that could only be soothed by breaking into your father's liquor cabinet while he was busy pacifying a town wailing with questions. “ you know, if i wasn't his son, and i didn't know better, i'd probably suspect dad. ” said nonchalantly as he handed a cold glass of some vintage rum to avery, the still-bruised eye was enough proof that she probably needed this just as much as him. “ he fits the bill of most midwestern serial killers. he was in his 20s when the first killings happened, which is the usual age most serial killers start their murders. appears normal and non-threatening to the community. i mean, even gacy was involved in local politics. and he's obviously great at keeping secrets, so if someone gets a whiff of that, even if it's just that mom and him are going through it .... it wouldn't be good. ” the list could go on, but kieran just shrugged before taking a sip of his drink, wincing as soon as it hit his tongue, and he could only hope that it'd be worth it by dulling his unease. and of course, kieran didn't actually think his father was capable of such transgressions, but he wasn't the only one searching for the boogeyman in this town ⸻ and sooner or later, the blame game would begin, fingers pointed in every direction. and a wrong assumption could easily ruin someone's life in this town. “ guess your job is making sure nobody actually thinks that. you know it's all about eating the rich these days, rightfully so, and we're kind of prime grade beef in this town. ” @ichorstained

[sacrificedbelicfs]

( @fragmcntedsouls | nathan. )

Marni could see the loudest (and tallest) Kenner was trying to do something, a little bit of a smile crept at his growing frustration. She watched him for a couple beats before offering, "performance issues?"

Motioning to the seat across from her, she asked, "do you want some help? Trauma can have an effect on your powers. Emotions give us strength, but it can be our weakness too."

[lxvenderhxzehv]

Where: Nathans place Who: Damian and Nathan (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales)

Damian was a whole different person than the last time Nathan and him talked "No man....holding that kid in my hands..." He shook his head "Nothing else matters now he's my top priority" Damian tried not to talk about Jessie around Nathan much. But Ricky? He couldn't shut up about him. "He's perfect I can't wrap my brain around it...I'm like a step-dad at 27" he chuckled.

[thirtecnth]

@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales / closed event starter / nathan dawson setting: huntsville lake

Crossing his arms and tapping his foot, Art waited for his name to be called for his hot chocolate and roasted chestnuts. There were plenty of people waiting and he was definitely fine with that, though as he turned around to see just how many people he was behind, he accidentally made eye contact with who he knew to be the man Edgar had told him all about. Cursing himself, he turned back around with a smile. "Hey! You're Nathan, right?" He asked, offering his hand. "Art. I'm Ed's buddy from when were kids."

[familiaanteomnia]

@everydayherc liked for a starter

He was softly closing Victoria's dorm door shut behind him. Way beyond curfew; handful of hours spent together hanging around. But now she was peacefully asleep and he was back to building the walls back up. Rubbing at his eyes tiredly, half hearted attempt at trying to tame his hair that was curling and unruly.

That's when his eyes landed on the other person in the hallway. Lots of biting remarks came to mind. Mind your business, in specific was probably an solid one. Yet he just stood there silently unsure what to do.

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@ofmimicry

Bram had been practicing soccer. He didn't want to get rusty on the off season. So he'd been coming to the park a few times a week to practice. He had kicked the ball too far, and now he couldn't find it. He walked up, seeing someone holding it. "Oh hey! That's mine. Sorry about that. I've been looking for it."

[rubiesintherough]

closed starter for @painofhumanity : nathan and morgan

As far as things usually went, it was a pretty quiet night at the morgue. Not that Nathan would ever say dare say that out loud, of course... he'd been in the business long enough, and had enough family in the medical field, too, to know those words guaranteed an unwelcome uptick in bodies and issues to accompany them.

At the moment, there was only one he had to worry about, and Nathan was a-okay with keeping it that way. Some poor kid who kicked it too soon, laid out on the table beneath a sheet, ready for the ME to dig into him and see what'd caused his untimely end. Same thing as always, normal part of the job.

Until... Nathan turned to grab some extra tools from the table and swore he heard movement behind him. Like the creaking of the exam table from something shifting on top of it... and he froze, scalpel in hand. That wasn't normal. The rational part of his brain told him it was just metal settling, or his imagination getting the best of him. That happened when alone for hours, with only the dead for company. But, those attempts at dismissing it vanished with the sound of the sheet moving, falling, sliding off skin and onto the floor.

And Nathan finally whipped around. Scalpel clanged and skittered across the floor as his back hit the table, a strangled exclamation of, " What the hell?? " escaping him. The kid was sitting up. The damn kid was sitting up!

[bruisedconscience]

aiden & zsasz from victor’s starter call!

@losinmortalesperdidos

Zsasz shuddered as a thrill ran through him, realizing this lead they were pressing for answers had nothing and that there was genuinely nothing left to do but make sure he couldn’t tell anyone what they had wanted to know about.

“Pretty shit intel,” he bit out through dying and capped teeth. “Sort of a waste…” Not that he wasn’t looking forward to taking his time, here.

Zsasz had twenty-eight kills so far, each one a short or long knife scar detailed somewhere on his skin, most likely somewhere proudly visible.

The two most recent scars were still scabbing over and healing.

“But I’m sure that’s not your fault. Right, Lavoie?” Zsasz flicked open his switchblade…and angled it toward their useless fucker from another group.

[ch1maeras]

“ you’re my person. you’ll always be the one i go to. ”

you THOUGHT i was gonna hunt down memes on mobile lmao

⸺ 𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗛 𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗦 of her cheeks as doe eyes meet the adoring gaze of her groom . once papers had been signed , it had taken hardly any time at all for the newlyweds to find themselves back in their suite between the bed linens getting to know each other's bodies all over again as husband and wife . but it is now , in the wake of of their undoing , that she truly finds the most intimate of sentiments falling from nathan's lips . petite digits lift to the sharp line of his jaw , eye contact unwavering as she speaks her response .

❝ you're everything to me , nathan . you'll always be my best friend and the absolute love of my life . ❞ pointer finger trails along his countenance , a soft peck brushed against kiss - bruised lips as she cuddles in closer . ❝ plus i have to say , dani prescott has a nice ring to it , ❞ the banshee giggles , peppering a few more kisses to the entirety of her husband's visage as her new name sinks in . ❝ nathan . . . i'm so happy . i didn't know that i could ever be this happy . ❞ she sighs contentedly , pulling the blanket up and basking in the warmth of their bodies pressed so close . ❝ this is the best day of my entire life . ❞

[kinetic-elaboration]

January 22: Miller/Bellamy, Five

I don't know why I keep gravitating to this universe but here's more of this thing. Not sure what I'm doing with it. It's probably hit the end of the road in terms of ideas but like... we'll see. I love being repetitive.

Miller/Bellamy, S2/S3 hiatus, not-quite-500 words, ~18 minutes

Semi-explicit.

*

Miller's gotten Bellamy off four times and they've never even kissed. It's barely even sex--more like part of his lieutenant's duties or something. Stress relief, or boredom. As long as there's no romance and no intimacy, it's not cheating. He's got a man out there he wants to marry someday.

After the fifth time, Bellamy reciprocates. It's pretty obvious he's never been with another guy before: he's trying to replicate what he likes as if he's looking in a mirror, and the touch of his hand is uncertain, awkward. Still works though. Miller closes his eyes like he's somewhere else and wraps his palm around Bellamy's hand to help him and the worst part is that he can feel Bellamy's breath against his shoulder and hear the little sounds he's making, in that voice he could never mistake for anyone else.

"You don't have to, you know," Miller tells him after. His voice is still sex-rough. He's not got enough air in his lungs. "I mean, it's fine."

"Know it's fine," Bellamy says, which isn't really an answer.

No one told them that after the war would be so boring. No one told him that all the hard labor in the world--building up the camp and securing the perimeter, scavenging food, scouting--won't ever be enough to stop the bad thoughts in his head. He needs to be so fucking tired at the end of the day that he collapses on the mattress and just feels himself ache. And it's not just that Bellamy's there on the other side of that mattress, but that's part of it, and the rest is that he still loves him like a leader, he's still trying to give him loyalty or maybe thanks or maybe peace. The good kind that buzzes out the brain.

Real peace. Not Bellamy pacing at night, peering out between the slats of their window shade, watching and waiting and missing.

This feels more like infidelity than even fucking would: how he wants to call come back to bed, how he's imagining Bellamy with those Dropship girls and then with someone special on the Ark and then with him.

Every time it happens, he needs it more.

The better way of seeing it is that he's not in the aftermath of anything, that life is just like this: sometimes a fight for his survival and sometimes just the bleak ground and dustings of snow and a horizon line he cannot see. He watches the others, recovering, retreating. He tells himself that, personally, he's doing fine.

They've never kissed.

Bellamy asks him if he had someone on the Ark, meaning, someone who was yours, and he almost lets himself get choked up about it--the horizon line he cannot see. But instead he answers, "A boyfriend on Farm," and the words come out so even it was as if he didn't feel at all.