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[veronicalodgeswitch]

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

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

[heathtalbot]

with: @n8-shaw location: ogden's dining hall when: sept 20th, lunchtime

Heath almost never ate his meals on campus, but when he was in a time crunch or starved after a tough workout, the dining hall came in clutch. Usually, at least. For some reason, the cafeteria was swamped with idiots today. It felt as if there was no limit to the annoyances he'd have to face, every choice he made throughout his morning turning out to be the wrong one when he inevitably wound up delayed or hassled by someone he really didn't want to be talking to. By the time he was in line to pay for his lunch, his patience was all but zapped, glancing over a few heads to see what was taking so long at the register kiosk. Nathaniel Shaw. His eyes narrowed, a barely there twist to his lips looking almost like a smile as he scoffed under his breath. "What's the hold up?" he called out, the question purely innocent until he tagged on, "Use up all the credits on your meal plan already?"

[scott-gallego]

CLOSED START FOR: @natexhudson LOCATION: rosie’s diner, downtown

Scott tried to keep himself busy, between his career and his daughter, he typically found it was easy not to be left alone with his thoughts if he tried hard enough. Life wasn’t quite as lonely lately as it had been, although he couldn’t say that there weren’t aspects of his former life he didn’t miss on occasion. Mainly, the friendships — the ones that had faded once his behavior had come to light. Of all of them, he could say he did miss Nate, someone who’d been a good friend, the sort of stand-up guy that Scott had also once considered himself. He knew he’d let the guy down in many respects, and had behaved in a manner that Nate simply couldn’t put aside. And like all the other people in Scott’s life, he couldn’t blame them for turning their nose up at him. He’d needed the wake-up call, however painful it had been.

Suffice to say that the last person Scott anticipated running into while grabbing lunch at the counter would be, of course, Nate. Somehow they’d evaded one another, never talked about not talking, never tried to mend fences. A day earlier than this moment would have been premature, Scott had always thought. So when the bell above the door chimed, and innocent curiosity had Scott turning his head to see who it was, he quickly swallowed the lump in his throat as he realized just who it was. “Hey.” He greeted casually, not wanting to seem to eager or familiar to a guy whom Scott doubted considered him a friend at this juncture.

[ryanlockheart]

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

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

[fearthereaperx]

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

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

[rviner]

@ofwrxth lydia x nate - studio

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

[ender-yilmaz]

WHERE: The Raven WITH: @nathaniel-donovan

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

[himbovillains]

@altcrations — continued from this post: (x)

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

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

your luck's run out, drake.

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

[ofwrxth]

TEXT @ NINA

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

[aurorablooded]

[ starter for @haildioson - Quentin/Nate ]

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

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

[lydsdonovan]

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

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

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

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

[malcohen]

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

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

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

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

[reina-santiago]

WHERE: Reaper Crew Auto WITH: @nathanial-donovan

If Reina was going to continue to insist that she didn’t need a new car, she knew she needed to start paying closer attention to the routine maintenance on her twelve year old Jeep Grand Cherokee. With her work schedule being busier than usual lately, she’d been slacking, and the angry reminder lights on the dash refused to let her forget it. Fed up with looking at them, Reina finally scheduled an appointment at Reaper Crew on her day off and was standing in the office, filling out all the paperwork and trying to remember the last time she’d come here. At one point in her life, Reina could have been found on these grounds more often than not, but in recent years, those visits had become few and far between and solely to get maintenance done on her vehicle. Even ten years later, being here without Wes felt odd and it kicked up all sorts of painful memories she didn’t particularly enjoy thinking about, but there was no one else besides the guys at Reaper Crew that she’d trust to work on her car.  Finishing up the paperwork and handing over her keys, Reina turned to go back outside and started straight into Nate Donovan. She screeched to a halt in front of him just to keep from fully spilling into his space and blinked up at him, “Hey, stranger,” she greeted warmly, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear and grinning softly up at him, “Fancy meeting you here.” Admittedly, since Wes’s death, her car maintenance wasn’t the only thing she hadn’t kept up with the way she should have. She hadn’t dropped all contact, but she certainly hadn’t been as consistent as she once had. It hadn’t felt like a conscious decision– really, putting distance between her and the MC had been more about self-preservation…or at least that was the bullshit she kept telling herself, but even she wasn’t buying it so much anymore. Regardless of what she wanted to call it, it wasn’t fair, and she knew that– especially after the man in front of her had, for all intents and purposes, saved her from herself.

[josiahhuddington]

who: Nate Clairmont @nathanielxclairmont where: Ranger Station

It was Josiah's day off from patroling the parks, and instead his turn to do the required paperwork that was meant to be turned in once a month. It was tedious work, he knew that, but, someone had to do it and he was more than willing to pick up the slack when it came to paperwork and let someone else do the more fun stuff. He was a team player, and if that meant taking turns, he was willing to do whatever he could. He was sitting at the desk on the phone about a tree that looked kind of scary in the park, taking note of where exactly it was located to check it out or send word to have it checked out later on when the front door to the station opened and he was greeted by Mayor Clairmont; one of the first people from East Haven that he'd met here. As he hung up, he stood, shaking his hand. "Hello, sir, welcome in." he smiled. "What brings you in today?" he questioned, dropping his hand as he looked at Nate with a smile. "Oh, and can I get you something to drink? I know it's hot outdoors these days."

[fangirlingsimp]

"I can fix him"

Good for you. I will not be going anywhere near him.

[magnolia-rhodes]

– with: @n8-shaw​ – where: tri delt valentine’s party – when: during spin the bottle 

      was it sad that she’d been looking forward to this a little bit? she’d not been kissed in months, which to her felt like a life sentence. things had all been so messed up in the aftermath of the winter break, and she’d put romance on the back burner. it’s not as though she thinks life-long romance will spur from this (though, she certainly wouldn’t mind it - what a meet-cute!), but there’s that sense of longing burning in her chest. longing to feel wanted, to feel loved, to share an intimate moment with someone. even if it’s just fleeting. even if it would vanish the minute the door opened up again.

after all – temporarily putting out a fire was better than letting it consume you, right?

so lost in thought is she, that a nudge to the side from the person next to her for her to notice that the bottle has ground to a halt. to notice it’s pointed at her. oh. a touch of embarrassment colours her cheeks, and she mutters a hushed apology as she scrambles to her feet. only once she’s up - her heels bringing her closer to 5′2 than her normal 4′9, does she realise who spun the thing. it’s nate. oh. she’s not even sure they’ve ever actually spoken outside of practice. 

she extends her hand for him to take, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “do you want to lead or should i?”