#ft. nathan

[edgarwayne]

@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales

[elifalvey]

LOCATION — Providence Peak Memorial Hospital

WHO — Nathan ( @nathanccrane )

The last thing that Elijah could remember before he shut his eyes was Rhia, bundled up in Aslihan's arms, the both of them quietly relaxing as he tried his very best to stay awake. He wanted to stay awake — in fact, it was strange how he suddenly felt as though he couldn't miss a single minute — but it was to nobody's surprise how impossible that was, what with how consistent his horrible sleep schedule had been for the past few weeks. Pair that with an incredibly taxing morning, and an incredibly emotional afternoon, and his body was practically shutting down before he had any chance to stop it.

It was alarming when he woke up and Rhia wasn't there, to say the least, Aslihan's bed being the first place his eyes trained to go once consciousness met him again. She was sleeping, but his daughter wasn't in sight. It jolted him awake almost immediately, picking his head up from the uncomfortable pillow tucked underneath to glance around the room. Seeing Nathan Crane sitting there — and simultaneously gathering his answer to where the baby was — was the last thing he expected. His mind was far, far too groggy for this. For dealing with him.

"Nate?" he grumbled, confusion riddled in his tone as he sat up a little straighter. He held back a yawn and reached haphazardly for his glasses on the table beside him. The filter within him was obviously gone as he followed up with, "What're you doing here?"

[lilacheavns]

status: closed for @slowrvn.

location: nathan’s dorm room.

it was about nine o’clock in the morning, dakota’s ears could pick up the faint chirps of the birds outside. her eyes slowly opened and scanned nathan’s room. their clothes were thrown all over the floor, a large grin forming on the girl’s face when she remembered what happened last night. nathan’s arms were wrapped tightly around her, his chest pressed up against her back. she rubbed her eyes briefly before slowly turning over towards nathan and gave him a gentle kiss on the nose. “good morning, sleepy head.” she purred, removing the blankets from her body and sat up on the edge of the bed. she was wearing one of the male’s vintage band tees — it smelled like him and comforted her. she walked over to his dresser and pulled it open, taking out some clothes that she had stashed in there for whenever she stayed over. she hesistently peeled off his tee and slipped into her own clothing. “wanna get some breakfast?” she says, smiling at the boy.

[lilacheavns]

dakota’s roommate haddy had dragged her along to some kick off party that a classmate told her about. since dakota had already been through so many kick off days she didn’t really feel the need to go but her friend insisted — she eventually agreed when the other female brought up the promise of picking up the drink tab for the night. she got a little dressed up, threw some makeup & hoops on and headed over. upon entering she ordered herself a beer and stood against the wall. her eyes hovered over the number of students in attendance, eventually falling upon a familiar face — nathan. her heartbeat quickened at the sight of him. her eyes moved to the person next to him, some girl she hadn’t seen before. dakota watched them for a little while, unable to rip her gaze away from them. she watched as he placed a kiss on her forehead, dakota’s body immediately jumping up from the wall in response. her face got hot, her eyes narrowed. what the fuck was he doing? seeing his arms hang around her neck just angered her more. that was her nathan. she took a overly large sip of her beer, practically chugging it down. she didn’t expect him to walk over to her and she quickly attempted to regain her cool if that was even possible. “what? not at all. something bothering you?” the truth was written all over her face and she was doing a horrible job at hiding it.

WHO: @rcmanhcliday.

WHERE: kickoff party.

HE COULD SENSE her fiery looks, everywhere he went. Dakota stared at him from the opposite side of the quad, and he stared back. Their whole routine had started becoming entertaining to him. He was sure he had started provoking her just for the thrill of it. The girl beside him had no idea, but it didn't really matter. During the whole party, he had bought her a beer, planted a kiss on her forehead, and put his arm around her shoulders - that was the perfect recipe to piss Dakota Campbell off. He took another sip of his beer before excusing himself and standing up, walking in her direction. "Something's bugging you or what?" he asked, knowing exactly what she was about to say.

[nottodayjustin]

Bonus this week: Hockey twitter meets the Superbowl

From What Chaos! Podcast

[xaviermattthews]

x 📲 nate.

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

[seriallcver]

continued from here ( @vntageheart )

"And what exactly are we avoiding here, Nathan? You know when we're not fighting, things are really, really good. I don't want to throw a wrench into that."

[maevethewaterfairy]

She beamed at the man before looking down at the sweets. She blushed slightly. She had made so many she forgot what she made. She got way to excited with the baking process she didn't think to remember all of the sweets names. Humans were so silly having to name all of them.

Then again some of them just seemed to like this concoction with just sprinkles and bread. She believed that it was called Fairy Bread. She wasn't sure why because truly no fairy ever ate that.

"I believe its a cake pop," She smiled up at the man, "It either has chocolate, red velvet, or white cake in it." She said watching him happily. She was glad that hopefully someone would like her baking.

where: Near Downtown

Who: Open to all

Maeve couldn’t believe there was so much to the human world that she didn’t know about. It was all so fascinating. Every day she felt like she was learning something new. She, however, did not like the fact that it was starting to get colder; even if she did enjoy the leaves changing the weather, getting colder was not one of her favorite things.

She wouldn’t let the cold bring her down, though. She had been spending most of her day teaching herself to bake. Humans really did like their sweets, and there were so many different types as well! She pulled out a batch of cookies from her oven and turned around to place it down, frowning when she realized that there was no more room on the counters. “Oh dear,” she muttered to herself. What was she going to do? 

“Wait!” she gasped. She set the baking sheet on the ground, grabbed a large tray, and placed an assortment of treats on it. She headed into town hoping to share her treats with others. Everyone liked baked goods, didn't they? 

She smiled when she saw someone coming out of a store and approaching them. 

“Hello, would you like a treat?” 

[edgarwayne]

💭 nathan

How pathetic is it that I'm already dreaming of a day I can ask you to marry me? We've known each other for years, and it just feels so...right. But we both have our issues, and yes, that includes me. God I have so many issues I don't even know what you see in me. I don't know, maybe that's the voice that sounds too much like him, but I feel like you deserve so much more. Someone that's younger, attractive, fun and outgoing. Not a broken, scarred mess that cries too much and still gets winded going up the stairs to my flat.

[snnydcysa]

@pattaerns (nathan prescott) liked for a starter

“what  kind  of  book  is  this?!”  sonny  waved  it  around  as  she  looked  at  nathan  in  disbelief,  “what  do  you  mean  she  had.... she did that  with  giant  bunny  marshmallows?!”

[aconites]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙉 kisses her back, caroline feels a rush of relief knowing that the feelings she had for the male weren't unrequited. that he wanted her too. the fear of being rejected had been her biggest worry when she thought about confessing to him in the past, and it was also a big part of how she kept herself blind to her ex-boyfriend's infidelity.  now? everything seems to fall into place. it felt right. nathan's lips on hers were even better than anything she could have imagined, and god did she spend the time imagining it. however, there's no guilt as she relishes in his touch and no voice in her head telling her that she shouldn't be feeling like this for him. nothing was standing in her way anymore. she feels the warmth of his bare chest when he pulls her close, having been so focused on her mission to come here and to do something about the desire she had for him for so long that she hadn't even noticed his state of undress. one of the hands she had slipped into his hair moves down his neck, fingers brushing against his racing pulse point as she loses herself in the kiss. when she feels herself being picked up into his arms, she doesn't hesitate to wrap her legs around his waist, the white, sunflower-patterned dress she's wearing hitching up her thighs as she does so. she's not sure if it's the heat of the season or just how he makes her feel, but she's filled with a warmth she's never experienced before. far too soon for her liking though, the male pulled away and she had to hold back the whine that threatened to leave her at the loss of his lips, not wanting to be without it just yet. she was already addicted to his taste. at the sound of his voice, her green hues meet his gaze as she catches her breath, looking up at him questionably before her face softens at his words. ❝ you could never be a mistake to me, nathan cole,❞ she smiles, her words genuine as she brings her fingers to his cheek, brushing her thumb against the stubble on his jaw. she might not have been certain about everything in her life but nathan? nathan she was sure about. she was completely, hopelessly enamored with him. ❝ i want this. i want you.❞ @kiissme

“You’re a fuckin’ arsehole.” The words spit into the mobile filled with venom. It spoke to his friend’s sense of audacity for him to call Nathan, expecting a sympathetic ear after telling him his girlfriend had walked out on him. A moment, he must admit, a passing feeling of elation swept through him. Good for her, he had thought. His earlier statement had been words of truth that always resided in his head, but it was the first time he had voiced it, and god, he meant it. Brown hair dripping of water from the shower he had just taken, curious about the incessant ringing of his phone, the text messages, and then he was told of all that transpired. “Oh, mate, I’m glad she left,” he was ecstatic at that. “She was too good for you, we all thought it, all believed it. Do I wish she cut you loose before you fucked up so much — fucking some other girl in the bed you two — the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not surprised but I am… I’m so… She deserves better,” the lack of the word mate was intentional. “I don’t know where she is, to answer your initial question. I don’t. But even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. You’re fucked. You’re absolutely fucked. I just hope, wherever she is? She’s happy and away from you. Fuck off, we’re done as well.” Ending the call, he was quick to block him. Taking a deep breath, he stood in his tank and underwear, the summer heat still lingering, the thought of putting anything else on felt… Yeah, he wasn’t doing that. Not yet. His thumb was active, looking to her messages, to her number, and that’s when he heard the knock on his front door.

Chocolate brown eyes wavered from the screen of his phone to the door, taking a deep breath as bare feet went toward it.

Somehow, he just knew before he even touched the doorknob. He was right.

His eyes softened at the sight of her, not sure if it was because of what had happened between her and his former friend or just… God… Just the sight of her.

“Caroline—” he started, but anything he was to say was soon swallowed away. With her kiss. A kiss he had long since wanted. One that he needed.

Immediately his eyes close and he’s swept up in it. Not caring for his state of undress as needy hands gripped at her waist, pulling her closer, flushed properly against him as a moan rips through him, deepening the kiss. Her taste. Her taste. It floods him and it’s almost as if he feels it inter into his bloodstream. Coursing through his veins and body. She’s as sweet as he imagined. His hands wander, wrapping his arms around her and holds her. She feels so tiny and delicate in his arms that he’s able to pick her up and bring her inside his flat, the door kicked shut. His heart leaps at the meaning behind the action, the idle fantasies that would swarm his mind as hand stroked his own cock when he was alone flooded his mind at the moment. When he would cum and make a mess of himself while uttering her name.

But this wasn’t a fantasy.

Which made him pull away, breaking the spell of the kiss and for his eyes to open, looking down at her, lips parted, breathing heavily and his heart beating so hard against his chest. Brows raising, he let out in a raspy voice. “Caroline.” Another deep breath taken, tongue licking his own lips. “I know what happened. Are you sure… Are you sure you want to do this?” Taking a deep breath, his eyes like a puppy’s just sensing he’ll be kicked. “… I don’t want this to be a mistake. For you to call this a mistake. I want…” He huffed a sigh. “We both have to want this… I’m not going to be your… I don’t want to be your mistake. But your choice. I want you to choose this.”

[ofmimicry]

"Don't mind me, I just have a brutal headache," Nathan is pretty sure it's withdrawal or maybe a belated trauma response to everything that had happened back home. His head is resting in his hands but he had heard the other person approach - he just can't bring himself to look. "I'd say I'm sorry if I'm in your way but.." He wasn't, not really.

closed starter for @thetorturedmusesdept ( mittens )

[spilladabalia]

Asian Dub Foundation ft Iggy Pop - No Fun

[yasdogan]

closed starter for @nathanccrane at farm to fork

Despite having an already overbooked work schedule, Yasemin somehow still managed to find extra time to donate to some of the charitable activities the hospital put on. That morning she'd been drafted into attending a small breakfast with some of the more prominent donors in the city, the start of a no doubt month's long endeavor to secure funding for the next big update to the hospital. Yas was dressed up in her Sunday best, mixing and mingling, a task that she at least did manage to enjoy most of the time. It was a more intimate event that morning with just about twenty people, giving her plenty of time to dedicate to each person that was there. When her conversation with one donor was cut short, Yas easily shifted gears, sliding over into a seat next to Nathan. "Mr. Crane, never a surprise to see you out at these things," she chirped happily. The man was a regular sight at a lot of the charity gatherings that she was at, something she admired a lot about him. Anyone willing to give back like that was alright in her book. "You doing well?"

[moviesandmania]

ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT WOMAN (1958) Reviews of 50s cheesy classic

Attack of the 50 Foot Woman is a 1958 American science fiction film about a wealthy heiress who has a close encounter with an enormous alien in his spacecraft that causes her to grow into a giantess, complicating her marriage which is already troubled by a philandering husband. Directed by Nathan Juran [as Nathan Hertz] (The Boy Who Cried Werewolf; The Brain from Planet Arous; 20 Million Miles to…

[javidleon]

The immediate disgust in Nathan's tone was like music to Javi's ears, bringing an equally immediate smile to his face. Although, in all honestly, it was more like a shit-eating grin. Simply knowing that his presence did wonders on raising the Crane's blood pressure was enough to put it there, always having found too much joy in pissing off his old schoolmate from the moment they met.

God, why didn't he convince his father to let him come out here sooner?

Javi turned to Nathan with that same smile, gently setting the glass of gin down before he said, "Oh, Nate, that was just the warm welcome I was hoping for." He easily slid off the stool he was sitting on, letting his fingers drag along the countertop as he took a single step towards Nathan. "I've moved here, isn't that exciting? Big city boy up in the mountains for a change . . ." he spoke wistfully, hopeful to see the smoke that will undoubtedly come out of the other's ears at the thought. "Anyway, figured I'd have a good look around before finding somewhere pretty to set up the ole' shop. Actually —" he turned around, vaguely pointing at the door, "— I was thinking about that vacant lot across the street, but. The sight of this place might be a bit too unbecoming for our patrons, unfortunately."

Each time he was interrupted by a visitor, Nathan was reminded once again that having his main office based within the distillery had been a tactical error. Well, that wasn't quite true. Sometimes he was grateful for a break and he'd long since learned that attempting to rid himself of the open door policy which had seemingly been thrust upon him when he wasn't looking did no good. His acquaintances were a determined bunch. Apparently, that determination was pointed towards ensuring he got no work done.

'Grateful' wasn't in today's vocabulary though. He had too much to catch up on, still dealing with all that he'd fallen behind with over the holidays, and thus found himself less than thrilled when he was summoned for a man that his bartender couldn't even name. Chances were it was a random customer with questions. Nathan didn't have time for questions. He sighed to himself, prepared to put on a mask of hospitality and spend the next ten minutes trying not to be too obviously impolite as he excused himself.

When he stepped into the tasting room, his exasperation soured into something worse immediately. "What are you doing here?" The accusatory, slightly disgusted tone escaped him before he had the chance to stop it, too shocked by the sight of the man before him.