#nate asks

[stupidgothicdrone]

@nate-doorman-elliot

He's got to hug her purring

Hi Nate..

[ashintheairlikesnow]

nate, what's the weirdest late work excuse you've ever gotten?

"Had s-someone just email me the word 'beef'," Nate says, voice dry with a hint of his subtle wry humor. "Does that c-c-count?"

[aliverse]

Happy Halloween!! For your seasonal treat, here’s an OC question:

What are Nate Drew’s favourite and least favourite parts about being a BAU agent?

Nate's favorite part about being a BAU agent is simply helping people. Not only is he just an incredibly empathetic guy, but he's had a lot of tragedy in his life (first and second love were both murdered, he was kidnapped as a baby and raised by his kidnapper) so he feels like it's his way of making it up to the world.

I think I've discussed this before but his least favorite part is not being able to help obviously, but especially when its victims of sexual assault (which it usually is) because that's how his first love died. He often runs into a lot of victim blaming or excusing of it too, and that is like his berserk button.

Here's some messages I've sent about Nate regarding this:

Send me an ask!

[seraphinitegames]

Who is Rebecca most worried about the detective getting involved with? Other than the villain LI for book four lol

Rebecca really doesn't want to get involved in that side of the MC's life.

But she does has reservations about the MC and Nate/Nat.

Nate/Nat has some…secrets that make them more than they seem, and knowing those secrets, Rebecca really hopes N is going to admit them soon, or her lack of involvement may change...

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

[lilybug-02]

When can we meet Bug! Sam I get the feeling shed be something kind of malicious looking like a Trapjaw Ant

She shall be a Firebrat. (Which is basically a furrier and more colorful Silverfish).

Silverfish are kinda seen as gross little creepy crawlies. And I chose a Firebrat because 'brat' lol. Sam would be mortified as a bug 🫡

Firebrat Bug Facts!!~

Contrary to Silverfish who like to live in cold areas, Firebrats tend to prefer dark, warm spaces. They are commonly found indoors near heat sources such as furnaces and boilers, hence their name.

POV you are Sam:

[modmad]

hey Mod,hope you doing well! I wanna ask,what type of pony,or non-pony (like kirin) TPoH characters would be? I have a plan for these :]

oh lordt I watched all of MLP:FIM last year and I have forgotten ALL of it but let me try on the spot after having just woken up sure nothing bad can happen and I definitely won't forget anyone haha

RGB: draconequus Hero: earth pony Dial: pegasus Madras: kirin TOby: earth pony Assok: dragon but like a lil serpent one :P Jullienne: pegasus Melody: yak Cel: gryphon Tinker: bugbear (HEAR ME OUT like. the friendliest bugbear. also green) Tailor: unicorn Click: unicorn

[eviilhomozexual]

Erm. I might of gotten carried away- BUT I SWEAR THEY JUST KISSING!! ONLY SMOOCHING!! NOTHING MORE!! AAAAAAAA

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

"It just- it seems like he should go to the police."

Leverage S05E04 The French Connection Job.

[sturnioz]

I just need some kitty and Nate team ups where they try to get Chris and bun to do cute things

note. this is from kittys (confident!reader) perspective. reason being, its to not only give you an insight to what bun seems like from another pov, but to also show you the friendship nate has with kitty cos i don't think i've written abt it yet.

"'kay, hear me out," nate's voice rings out the kitchen, pulling your attention away from the bowl of homemade hummus, looking up to see him rubbing his hands together with a wide grin plastered across his face. raising an eyebrow, you scoop some hummus with a tortilla chip and chew slowly, watching as he pulls out a chair and drops down beside you. "gingerbread house."

you blink, "what?"

"it's christmas, yeah? perfect time to start doin' some festivity shit—are you with me? you listenin'?" his eyes are fixed on you while you maintain a deadpan expression, crunching another chip between you teeth are you stare back. "right. so, i'm thinkin' we buy a few gingerbread house kits 'n get everyone to do it—including chris and the kid."

a sceptical smile creeps onto your face, "you really think chris would go out of his way to build a gingerbread house?"

"well, no, but m'sure we can get matt to convince him or somethin'," nate counters as he tries to reason, and you consider it for a moment, wondering if your boyfriend would help with your plan to get bun and chris to bond over something fun.

"maybe," you purse your lips in thought. "got any other ideas."

"carolling—"

"no."

"c'moooon..." nate groans, dramatically rubbing his face with his hands. "that shit will be fuckin' hilarious."

"and you're fucking insane if you think bun is going door to door singing in front of people," you scoff, grabbing another tortilla chip to scoop up more hummus. "what about some secret santa type of shit?"

nate leans in, his eyes sparkling. "go on, i'm listenin'..."

"we can put all our names into a hat, but we purposely make sure that they pick me and matt or something, so they can shop together for a couples gift—"

"why not pick me and bee?" nate interjects, his eyebrow raising as he drums his fingers on the table.

you tilt your head to the side, "you and bee are a couple now?"

"no..." nate murmurs, but a wide grin spreads across his cheeks. "but chris' got a loooot money 'n i would like a pricey little gift out of it."

you blink once again, your expression flat. "you're un-fucking-believable."

nate scoffs as he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "as if you're not thinkin' the same thing. i know you've been eyeing those fuckin' black little chunky platforms, kitty. m'not stupid."

a smirk tugs at your lips, "i got them."

nate's eyebrows shoot up. "matt bought you those already?"

"no, idiot. i bought them for myself."

nate pulls a face, his tone incredulous. "you bought yourself a christmas gift?"

"mhm," you hum, taking another bite of your food. "independence, sweetheart."

"hey," nate puts his hands up in defence. "m'all for women's independence—i love my ma—but isn't christmas, like, the time where you make other people buy your gifts?"

"i had the money, so i bought it," you reply simply with a shrug of your shoulders, pushing your bowl of hummus to the side with a few leftover tortilla chips. "anyway, that doesn't matter. we're talking bun and chris."

"bun and chris," nate repeats with a slow nod as he reaches over to grab a tortilla chip, munching thoughtfully. "i don't think the secret santa is a good idea—"

"what? and building a gingerbread house is?" you shoot back.

"look, i know chris," nate says, his tone serious now. "and he isn't gonna go out lookin' for couples gifts. he'll just make her do it by herself."

you grumble, hating how right he is. the thought of chris leaving all the effort to bun makes your frustration bubble. plus, you know all to well how bun prefers to pick out something meaningful that reflects her relationship with each person, rather some couple item.

"and.." nate continues, sensing your hesitation and thoughts. "the kid isn't gonna buy some matching shit, she's all about personal."

"i know," you huff softly, leaning back in your own chair. "i think we're going to have to try and do the gingerbread idea."

"what gingerbread idea?" a quiet voice speaks from behind you, and you turn your head to see bun standing in the doorway of the kitchen — her eyes wide and curious as she stares at the two of you.

you coax her over with a smile, gesturing for her to join you. nate gently pushes out a chair with his foot, an invitation to sit, and bun carefully glides into the seat. you slide your bowl of hummus and tortilla chips in her direction, offering her something to eat.

"we're thinkin' of doin' some festivity shit for christmas," nate explains casually, keeping it light and not giving away full details of your plans. "you up for it, kid? decoratin' a gingerbread house?"

bun nods slowly, biting into the hummus covered tortilla chip. "yeah.. sounds fun."

you can't help but smile at her response, knocking your shoulder gently against hers as you assure her it'll only be the frat house participating in decorating and the moment you see her relax at that, a sense of relief washes over you.

with a smirk, you dip your hand beneath the table for nate to give you a sneaky high-five, the light slap of your palms barely heard by bun as she continues eating — your plan coming together perfectly.

you hope, anyway.

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[numbuh424]

the 2nd half of death note should've just gone full comedy complete with a laugh track and had these two dissing each other the whole time

[zimt-deathnote]

I imagine that the average classroom convo at Wammy's (at least when they were all like. 9-12 years old) is a lot similar to the "Johnny has 19 bottles of dish soap" vine.

Teacher: Mello has 19 bottles of dish soap, and he gives Near-

Helix: Wait, why does Mello have so many bottles of soap?

Mello: MIND YOUR BUSINESS, HELIX!

Love this. Every bit of it.

[fictionalmenxyn]

𖦹✩𓇽𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𓇽☆𖦹

(feel free to request, you can either use the ask or message me, have a good day/night all!! 🫶🫶) (won’t be posting on Saturdays until further notice!) (POSTING EVERY OTHER DAY BESIDES SATURDAYS)

𐫰𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𐫰

Rafe & RJ mood board

Cowboy!rafe x Cowgirl!reader mood board

frat!rafe x sorority!reader mood board

UPDATE (face claim) frat!rafe x sorority!reader mood board

A shopping day, what could go wrong?

A jealous golfer

She’s a car girl

A quiet day at Y/l/n ranch

A helping hand

A party that leaves you thinking

Got your hat! (Pt.2 of ^)

Rants and raspberries

A long day at college

First rule of Rafe club is, you don’t touch what’s mine

Kisses and cuddles

Captain’s orders

Late night visits

hello officer

didn’t know it was you baby

My Woman

wtf?! Following her?! Rlly?!

babysitting on his own, technically

Honey I’m home

Honey, you’ll never believe this

Reunion

Welcome back, Stranger

Cherry Cherry Lady

Frat Summer

Late Night Needs

Biking with the boys

Lucky Charm

Frat!Rafe x Sorority!Reader Scenarios

frat!rafe is the type to…

¡10 Things I Hate About You Masterlist!

frat!rafe headcannons

frat!sorority social!au pt.1

frat!sorority social!au pt.2

frat!sorority social!au pt.3

frat!rafe/rafe social!au

RJ social!au pt.1

RJ social!au pt.2

RJ social!au pt.3

RJ social!au pt.4

Rafe social media au

Texts from Rafe pt.1

Texts from frat!Rafe pt.1

Texts from frat!rafe pt.2

Texts from frat!Rafe pt.3

Texts from frat!rafe pt.4

Texts from frat!rafe pt.5

Texts from frat!rafe pt.6

𖥚𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐲𖥚

Interview clash

Yearly interview

Family visits and getting caught

Snap stories from actress!reader with Drew

⇨𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧⇦

I am Tyler, Tyler is me

Mood Board

𖥕𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬𖥕

Sturniolos and streams

ꔘ𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨ꔘ

Mood Board

Twitch and giggles

Snaps from bf!chris pt.1

𐮛𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𐮛

Snaps from bf!matt pt.1

snaps from bf!matt pt.2

᪣𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 ’𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤’ 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲᪣

Mood Board

Oh Buck, you’ve got her

◎𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐳◎

Mood Board

A false alarm, or a crime scene?

֍𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝/ 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠֍

Let us take care of you- both

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Okay, my physical therapist’s name is Nate and I NEED to know how many AUs away from canon pt!Nate Vandrum would be

Ooooh so many AUs. Nate would be very uncomfortable with a career where he had to be near enough to touch anyone regularly, let alone actually touching anyone ever.

[aliverse]

💚 + nate

Nate's Top 5 Spotify Artists (in no particular order): OneRepublic Hozier Panic! At The Disco Nickelback Sam Smith

Send me 💚 + an oc and I’ll tell you who their top 5 spotify artists are!

[seraphinitegames]

How would N react if they have fangs out and they catch the detective staring and the detective embarrassedly admits they find their fangs attractive

N would run their tongue over their fangs to draw even more attention to them and smile.

"You should have mentioned it before, [Name]. Anything to keep your eye on me I am willing to do."

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Hehe!

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

[runawayolives]

So for baby daddy Nate: when they are older and married reader can't handle anymore and they both fight she ask for divorce but the kid hear it.? Hope you write about this.

This isn't canon, I think.

This belongs to Baby Daddy.

"I think we should get a divorce."

"What?"

"I said that I think we should get a divorce."

"I heard you the first time."

The Jacobs' household was soaked in silence, the two young adults in the kitchen after setting their kid to bed. Nate was sitting on the armchair near the kitchen island, while she was cleaning the remaining of dinner. He stood up, walking towards his wife, invading her personal space.

"Can I know where this is coming from?" The faucet had been dripping for a bit, probably because it knew breaking the silence was its new task.

"I don't think we need to be married." Her hand was gripping a damp towel, hyper-focusing in a little circle of coffee from that morning. "We aren't a married couple, we're just two adults living in a house and raising a child."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Don't blame me." The circle was finally gone. "You were the one who married a woman who never wanted you." Their eyes met for the fist time since they put their child to bed.

"Don't say that shit."

"Mommy? Daddy? I'm thirsty." Both young adults turned around to look at the small figure standing by the hallway. The way they were gripping the doorway and their half hidden body proved that the child had been there for longer.

"Mommy will get you some." Quickly she turned around to fill a plastic cup with water. "Here hon. Do you need help going back to bed?"

"I want daddy to do it." Those big brown eyes were too hard to deny, making Nate walk forward.

"Come on, Jojo, I'll read you another story." He lifted his child to his hip, somehow still dwarfing the child, as if they hadn't grown since they were still a baby.

"Goodnight mommy."

"Goodnight, baby."

The staircase was full of picture frames of the young family, at the park, the zoo, on christmas. Endless memories that his stupid wife wanted to throw away because she was a quitter and a coward.

"What were you and mommy talking about?"

"Nothing you have to worry about."

"You were mad. Is mommy in trouble? Should she sit on the step?" Jojo was the most terrifying child Nate had ever met. The big eyes, the big cheeks and their calm nature made them look like a small victorian child that had seen too much. Jojo had a normal childhood, two parents that loved them, friends, and two set of grandparents that spoiled the kid a bit too much. Normal, very normal child.

Nate thought all the weird things that came out of Jojo were her fault. She burdened their child, he knew it. Jojo played like any other kid, Jojo had the same taste buds as any other kid. But Jojo asked uncomfortable questions and would stare at you for a bit too long, as if the five year-old was trying to figure you out.

She spent too much time raising the child, got bored because she's a stupid selfish bitch and decided to treat Jojo like an adult. Too many books, too many paintings and too many museums.

Jojo loved their mom, and Nate was envious. Not because Jojo didn't love Nate, but because looking at them proved what relationships between mother and child could be. Martha hadn't been present, she was home, and she picked him up from school, but his dad was the one in charge of raising him.

Seeing Jojo and Y/N somehow was the Universe or whatever entity rubbing it his face. You had the potential for having this, but you didn't.

The white walls of his kid's room were covered in little scribbles on the wall, something they hadn't bothered in correcting as long as it was only in these walls. The dinosaur lamp was still on, spreading the room in the light green light. Some story books were laying on the ground, and some books. Original versions of classics such as Little Women and To kill a mockingbird laid besides The very humgry caterpillar and The Giving tree.

During the walk up and the small back rubs Nate was giving Jojo, the five-year old had fallen asleep, long eyelashes tickling their cheeks. The toddler was set on the brand new ocean life bed sheets, their latest obsession, and immediately started hugging the handmade-crochet whale they had made with their mom's help.

After setting the kid to sleep and kissing their small forehead, Nate went downstairs. His wife was were he left her, this time with a mug between her hands.

"If you think I'll give you a divorce and let you separate me from my son, you're way stupider than I thought."