#nateinteraction

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Seeing them ending up in the ER regularly is something to be concerned about. “You joke about your own well-being,” Nate started, unable to keep silent about what they were doing to themselves. “Like your life is some fucking joke.” Nate rarely swears in his workplace but since it was only them in the room, all fucks seemed to have left the building. Nate didn’t want to get involved but they were his patient - they had proven to become more than that although he wasn’t sure if he could call them a friend. He huffed, placing the clipboard hastily at its place at the foot of the bed. Nate crossed his arms. “Don’t…” he shook his head, putting up a finger as if to warn them from retorting.

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This was far from what Kai had expected from this weekend. She expected to spend a great deal of time tattooing, to go to the show and enjoy watching others do the same for a few days, give some pointers to a few wandering apprentice tattooers. But instead she’d done her work and found herself a man to take up her every thought and every breath. Being in Nate’s arms felt right in ways Kai never had expected. Every other hug she had ever received seemed sub par at best. That gentle touch brought her from her mangled murky thoughts, and guided her eyes right to that handsome, million dollar smile. "Oh I’m much better now,” and all thanks to Nate. His last comment made her heart ache. He might not have meant her but in a way he had to have. After this weekend she was likely never to see him again. “Sometimes you just have to take risks, do what you want and don’t give a fuck who sees you.” Kai ran a finger under his chin as she carefully stood up from his lap so that she could pull up her pants and toss him her underwear.

A part of him wished they had met earlier in their days instead of now. There were too many complications and a part of him ached at the fact that they may not even see each other again. Secretly he made a mental note to himself to try and find her tattoo parlour back home. If his life and schedule permits, seeing Kai again wouldn't be so wrong... right? Her words were daring, simple and yet at the same time, wise. "Well said, Gandalf." Nate was always responsible, caring what others eould have thought of him. Isn't that why he achieved what his parents wanted for him in the first place? Even though he made sure that his career was ultimately shaped by him alone, at different junctures of his life, Nate sometimes find himself questioning if he was truly living out the life he wanted. At the toss of her underwear, he laughed. Nate slipped it into his back pocket without hesitation, giving Kai a wink. "As a memento hhmmm?" he chuckled as he adjusted his jeans to make sure everything was decent again. Getting off the couch, the surgeon slipped his fingers in between Kai's and entwined them. He gave her a gentle tug. "I have a request before we end the night," Nate started. His blue hues searched for her dark ones. "Remember that drawing on my arm you gave me on the plane?" He canted his head, smiling. "I want that tattooed on me before we leave this city."

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a closed starter for @theking-blackheart-muses

Liquor bottles and beer cans were strewn over almost every surface of the living room. The scent of salted popcorn blended together with the greasy aroma of pepperoni pizza. When was the last time he actually let himself loose and relax over the years? This time round though, he couldn't escape since the hospital management forced him to take his compulsory vacation days. His son was with his ex-wife this week and Nate - bored out of his mind- did the only logical thing a man can do when he doesn't want to hit the bar - have a bro night with Atlas.

Nate was already flat out on his couch, legs propped up on the edge with his hands holding the controller of his Play Station 5. No one outside his circle of few friends would have guessed he was such a sucker for video games. "Do you think we can finish this whole thing tonight?" he voiced out, thumbs clicking on the buttons and swiveled the joystick around. "I read somewhere this whole game takes 18 hours to complete and I don't think my ass can handle that long of a sitting down." He turned to Atlas. "And my half-drunk ass is getting numb."

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Closed starter for @elizaolsaouijtaime

Nate eyed the woman for a moment before he signed off on a form one of the nurses had handed him earlier. Heart thumping loudly in his eardrums, each sense of his was heightened at the fact that the minute hand on the clock was inching closer to the time. Odette was oblivious as to what's to come and Nate bit his inner cheek. Being an on-call doctor for two powerful mobs in the city meant he heard things while tending to his flagitious patients. And that included the fact that this woman in front of him is worth millions. Problem is - the mobs have gotten wind of her inheritance and they want it all to themselves. Tonight was the night they'd make a spectacle out of it and abduct Odette from the hospital.

"You're about done there?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "I was thinking we could go up to the fifth floor pantry for our break you know? The options on the sandwich machine are so much better than the ones down here." Anything to get her out of the first floor and see if they could prolong the time of not getting caught. He had initially thought of getting Odette out of the building but that was not possible considering that there were several cars surveilling the vicinity. "Come on, we both deserve a break already yeah?"

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He needed to get out more often - that was what everyone in the hospital had told him to do. Nate loved drowning himself in work be it legal or illegal. Still, when he heard of Arielle’s divorce, an old ache creeped up inside his heart. It was probably difficult for her - it was especially tough for him when it was his. “Yeah? I’m just glad to see that you’re okay,” he said, sipping his beer. He scoffed at her remark, shaking his head. “I don’t know about you but getting out of marriage was just... a league of its own isn’t it?” He exhaled noisily, sipping more of his beer. “Andrea. I think the last you met her was... before you got married yourself. Shit that was a long time ago.” Andrea and their child were constantly in his mind - everything he is or was doing it was just for them. But feelings change, choices change too. “Marriage is essentially a creature. You ultimately have the choice to keep it or not. But sometimes it just bites you in the ass ain't it?”

open to f/m/nb. (35+ muses preferred since arielle is 38) plot: your muse reached out to arielle after hearing about her divorce. could be old friends, exes with lingering feelings, etc. 

“i must admit, i was really glad to hear from you.” she says before lifting the wine glass to her lips, taking a sip of the chilled beverage. “i feel like the only person who calls me anymore is my divorce lawyer. who knew you needed more reasons to get out of a marriage than get into one?” it’s a painfully true fact, but arielle was trying her best not to make their dinner plans a pity party. “it feels nice to just catch up, though. i feel like i’ve been missing from society for a decade now. how are things with you? are you still with… god, excuse me, i can’t seem to remember their name.” 

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Nate could certainly work on his bedside manner; she hoped he didn’t make a habit out of chewing out his patients like that. However, with Laurel as high as a kite in that moment, she let it slide. Everything felt far too hazy to take anything he said personally. Although what he said did shut her up. Oh boy, if he said that to her when she was sober would this be a much different scene. Nate wasn’t anything more than her doctor, he’d made that abundantly clear, even in her hazy state. What Laurel was doing to herself was none of his business. He sounded more threatening than anything else. It was pretty hot, if she were honest. “And fear toxin,” she murmured, unable to halt her train of thought from slipping past her lips.

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His phone beeped and Nate fished it out, tapping on screen to see the message when she said something. "Huh?" Nate didn't exactly catch what she murmured in her daze. Looking at her state, guilt reared its ugly head out. She looked innocent with her eyes half closed and Nate sighed. Perhaps he was beginning to care for her more than just as a doctor to his patient. "I'm sorry," he said softly, uncertain if she heard him. And as much as he liked bantering with her previously, seeing her in this sorry state was making Nate even more concerned. "Just want you well and alive. That's all."

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“Pleasant, right,” Laurel huffed out a laugh as she rolled her eyes at his words. It was clear that he was at least trying to be diplomatic, careful in how he portrayed his tone and chose his words. She reached forward, which wasn’t much of a stretch, as they were standing pretty close to begin with, and pretended to brush dust off his shoulder. “There. All good.”

If he had been anyone else, Laurel probably thrown in the towel by now, but there was something about him that kept pulling her in. Something inexplicably charming about him. It didn’t help that he was so incredibly handsome. And flirting back, if only a little. “I’m only kidding, I think,” Laurel admitted before finishing off her drink. “You don’t need to be concerned about me; it’s not your job anymore.” If it ever was.

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He arched a brow at her. "What? You expect a different description?" he snickered, sipping more of his drink. "Maybe Roman had other desirable adjectives for you hhmm?" Nate chuckled as soon asshe reached out to brush his coat. He didn't move, merely watched as Laurel retracted back and met his gaze again. "Why thank you. Perhaps the lint roller I got wasn't thorough."

"It's a job hazard, Laurel." It was a sinple statement and bore such a heavy burden. Nate would always try his best to compartmentalise and not be affected by his patients but the truth was the exact opposite. He cared too much. A life was still a life - no matter what that person has done. He still holds his oath very dear to his heart despite his callous actions and speech over the past decade. "Meh, once a patient, always a patient, Laurel. You can't escape," he teased. "So, tell me. This is only your night job yeah? No day job? Or is your day job saving the world with your impressive fighting skills?"

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Of course... of course he'd made a literal joke out of his snarky remark. Nate should have seen it coming. "Snap out of it, Liam." His tone was quiet although its resolve was iron. As much as Nate didn't want to let him know, Liam's nonchalant attitude pissed him even more than he thought it would.

"Look, I know what you did to get beaten up like this okay? Falling down the fucking stairs won't give you those kind of bruises. You're not foolling the coroner if you ever end up in the morgue." Nate sighed. He'll apologise for being curt and brash later. "People talk and now you're in fucking danger once you get out of here."

Liam hums." Being bubble-wrapped would be fun, can you imagine? Maybe I should look into it, probably someone out there would make me a suit out of it, have some pity on my poor bones."

He gasps dramatically." Nate, I would never lie. It's my stairs they have a grudge against me and are making it their mission to get every bone in my body." Liam jokes playfully like he does with most things." Alright, what would you suggest then? Give me your must creative lie."

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Nate rolled his eyes at Liam. "Question is Liam, how often are you going to keep falling from the set of stairs? Till all of your bones can at least taste the pain of being broken at least once?" His words may have been sarcastic but his tone wasn't. He raise his brow and widened his eyes at the other man. "Because, mate... it looks like you need to be bubble-wrapped for good." Nate softened at Liam's chuckle. He sighed, placing the clipboard he had been holding onto the table.

"So every time you're just gonna tell us you fell down the stairs?" Nate wasn't convinced by Liam's dismissiveness - well, that's probably because he knew Liam's secret. When you're an on-call doctor for two of the most powerful mobs in the city, you hear things. "Don't you want to come up with another... lie? You know... to stay original?"

Liam is ready to retort but before he can say anything there it is a warning to stop and remain quiet but he can't, rolling his eyes at the gesture. " Oh, come on. Lighten up Nate it's not that big of a deal." He shrugs his shoulders, sure he had been to the ER more regularly but that was hardly his fault, Liam had enemies so one or two were bound to try and get him and whoever it was had been creative, small things, accidents that couldn't be traced back.

" Haven't you ever fallen from set of stairs? Happens to me all the time and yes my life is one big fucking joke and I need to bug you every time to make it even better." The man laughs, shaking his head." I'm clumsy."

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Kai’s tattooed hands pushed the sleeve of his jacket up just a little bit. It was silly to be this excited about giving someone a tattoo with a pen, but Nate was a good enough looking guy. Why not have a little fun with him. “That, I can do. From one Lord of the Rings fan to another.” Kai used her free hand to pull up her sleeve so she could flash her one ring tattooed band around her bicep breaking through the rest of the design in her arm. When her shirt dropped down over her elbow. He hadn’t mentioned a wife, but she didn’t want to ask and hurt his feelings if something happened to her. “How old is your boy?” Kai asked as she looked from the drawing she held in one hand to where she was starting to mark his wrist with her pen. Kai didn’t have any children, but then again, she hadn’t had a relationship work out just yet. Not that she wasn’t hopeful that one day she’d find a nice guy. Once the name was perfectly scrolled across his wrist in elvish, she moved on to a silhouetted design of the characters walking up the side of the mountain. Every now and again, she glanced up at Nate with a flirtatious smile. “Is your boy staying with his mom while you’re on your trip?”  There, a polite way to ask if he was married. 

Nate caught a whiff of perfume when she leaned forward to push his jacket sleeve up. Damn, she smelled good. And her warm touch against his forever cold arms was welcoming. The pen tickled his skin as she worked her magic, the drawing was coming to life. Nate wondered if Alex would be ecstatic if he actually showed this to him. "He's 14 this coming June. Had him a little too young during med school," Nate shrugged. Parenthood had been both a gift and a burden to him. Still, he'd do it again even if he had to face the heartbreak, the anxiety and the stress all over again. "He's with my ex-wife back in New York City. Been like that for the past decade." He did his best not to move. Nate was fascinated at how she worked her magic especially with the characters’ silhouettes. "I guess you and I have something good in common," he teased. "Steady hands. Because god knows the disaster and wrath that would befall on us if we don't have them."When she finished, Nate leaned closer to his arm, admiring her work. “You’re being too modest with your talent, lady,” he remarked, flicking his gaze back up at Kai and winked. Her art left him in awe till he almost didn’t realise the seatbelt light came back on - their flight was coming to an end. 

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“Eh it wasn’t too bad. I made their lives hell so I guess I sort of got my pay back.” Kai really had been a disaster. It wasn’t like she could really blame them for their opinion. Any time they told her to behave, she did the opposite. She was the one party guest in attendance that parents warned their children to avoid.. And subsequently drove their children to reach out for a good time. His story was something she hadn’t expected. It seemed like it was so easy for him to fall into his groove. “You said it, not me.” Kai teased through a chuckle. “But I guess I would rather your story be boring than some deranged desire to poke around at peoples insides. So in that regard, I would say it’s good,” Not that she really ever thought he was a murderer or anything of the sort. He’d had about a thousand chances to kill her and he hadn’t yet. When Nate spoke up again, there was a flash of confusion across her features.  She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, bewilderment in those umber toned eyes. “Need to.. What?” Did he need to go? Was he really about to blow her off on a date he’d asked her to go on himself? There were a billion snappy things coming to mind. But when he answered her question they all disappeared. “Oh.. Well.. Yeah, sure am. Not that they’d admit to it.” Her shoulders shrugged and the woman just looked from him and back to the nearest piece of art almost like admitting that was nothing. Like she hadn’t just told him she belonged to one of the wealthiest families in the country. Not everyone knew the elite by name though. “Weird, right?” 

A musical chuckle left him. His life was boring despite his goofy personality. Perhaps his parents knew if they hadn’t controlled him, they would have lost him to the abyss many have gone down. The party scene back home was beyond wild if you submit to it. “I just don’t feel squirmy when I see blood or organs being squishy so I guess a small part of me is deranged.” He had witnessed his fellow collegemates who vomited bad after a session in the mortuary or in the operating theatre. Her reaction was... something Nate did not expect - but who can blame her though? It must have been hard to belong to a family like that, being treated like she was just another transaction or a soulless property. Nate felt bad for even asking that. “I thought you were just some urban legend,” he said gently, trying to ease the tension. Kai Monson was a force to be reckoned with in the party scene. “Not that we would have met, my parents and bodyguards were paranoid. My brother and I were shielded from all of it.” Nate focused on the art she was observing. “I’m sorry for bringing it up.” He reached out to her, lacing their fingers together, giving her a gentle squeeze. “It really doesn’t matter who your family is.” It truly didn’t. Nate had learnt that a long time ago in his own experience. He willed for her to face him again, a thumbpad caressing her cheek as he held her gaze. “You can punish me later,” he offered, winking. 

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A few passing patrons looked their way, but Kai couldn’t do anything but laugh along with him. It was nice to just laugh with someone, to be on a date without so much of that stress that seemed to accompany those first dates. “Yeah, I think I’m good,” Promised the pixie haired vixen as her laughter finally started to settle. “Apparently nothing is off the table.” Though, looking at the work to her right, Kai had to admit that it did have beauty to it. Surprising beauty, but beauty nevertheless. “Probably a good idea. There’s a few artists I want to see specific-” But that kiss cut her off, and she couldn’t have cared less about the rest of her sentence. “Are you calling me weird? You’re weird,” Giving his chest a playful push, she stepped out of their hiding place and flashed him a playful smile. Luckily the directory was rather close. Looking it over, she made a mental map of what path she would want to take. “So it looks like.. We just need to go down this hallway.” 

Her laughter...  It was definitely a rush of ice cold water washing over parched throat on a scorching day. He found himself gazing at Kai, completely mesmerised. Honestly he hadn’t thought he’d be enjoying himself on this trip at all. It had been too long of a time since he had allowed himself to be on a date, let alone a day out with the most unexpected companion - beautiful tattoo artist. At her playful admonishment, Nate snickered. “I am definitely weird, love. It really says something about you considering what we spent doing last night,” he quipped, winking at her. They moved along and Nate followed Kai as she led them down the hallway. Art exhibitions had always left him puzzled and confused but if it was the one thing that made Kai happy to spend the day with him, Nate would do it again. At the put of his guts, he knew they would go their separate ways soon enough, not crossing paths again. “When did you realise you’re into art?” he asked her, putting a clasped hand on his chin to resemble the thinking man. 

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Kai held tight to the man in front of her, letting her hands move over his chest though they weren’t going terribly fast and didn’t really need to go that far. “MoMA! It was on my list, nice work.” The woman smiled against his shoulder for the last of their ride and carefully dismounted. Offering him the helmet, she took his offered hand and all but dragged him after her toward the entrance. “Come on! Let’s go! They have a really weird exhibit going on.” Kai chortled as they approached the doors and had their tickets scanned. “I went to school for art history to try to save some face with my parents but after three semesters of doubling up my tattoo apprenticeship with my classes, I just couldn’t do it.” Shared the woman. Her parents had always considered her a black sheep, but then again, she kind of was one. Not many high society snobs were inked like she was. 

Nate was proud of himself for predicting the right museum. The laugh that bubbled out of him was carefree and light. His demeanour was a stark contrast to yesterday's. He figured that Kai was the reason why. He could truly be himself and there was no judgement. "Oh god," Nate feigned a groan when she affirmed his fears about weird ass exhibits. He held out their e-tickets for them to be scanned, listening to her reminisce her younger days. "Save some face?" Nate canted his head to the side. "You know over the years, I've learnt that if whatever I feel is right for me isn't aligned to my parents, they can just kindly sit in a corner and stew. We don't owe them an explanation." His own parents were a pain in the neck for the lack of a better term. As soon as they entered, Nate craned his neck around. "No toilet bowls! Thank god," he remarked, laughing. The sound echoed through the high ceiling. "Shit," he snickered, covering his mouth. "Quick, take me away before the security tells me I am too loud."

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“Boo!” Laurel cupped her hands around her mouth to emphasize her point. What a waste. Nate was an extremely handsome surgeon; he should be beating back women with a stick. Although, if that were the case, he’d be visited by the Black Canary. A visit which would certainly be less fun than one from Laurel, herself. 

“Ah, then I guess I’ll have to postpone tomorrow’s match,” it was a defense mechanism, hiding behind humour. Laurel had been reckless lately; not waiting for back up, running headfirst into danger just to help others. What’s worse is that she knew better but she couldn’t stop. Or wouldn’t. She was out of place and her self destructive streak was winning. “Aye aye, Doc,” she nodded, and even went as far as giving Nate a half-assed salute with two fingers.

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He was used to this reaction, Nate rolled his eyes but he didn’t say anything else. Whatever Laurel was up to, it wasn’t his business although seeing her ending up in the ER regularly is something to be concerned about. “You joke about your own well-being,” Nate started, unable to keep silent about what she was doing to herself. “Like your life is some fucking joke.” Nate rarely swears in his workplace but since it was only Laurel and him, all fucks seemed to have left the building. Nate didn’t want to get involved but she was his patient - Laurel has proven to become more than that although he wasn’t sure if he could callbher a friend. He huffed, placing the clipboard hastily at its place at the foot of the bed. Nate crossed his arms, when she gave him a salute. “Don’t...” he shook his head, putting up a finger as if to warn her. “Just get some sleep. We'll talk more when you're not hopped up on meds.” 

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The Black Mask Club was packed, like most nights Laurel sang. Roman, the club’s proprietor, had taken quite the liking to her. He even called her his ‘little bird’ or his “songbird.” It might’ve even been sweet if it wasn’t so off-putting. She was well aware of Roman and the club’s ties to the Genovese crime family. Which was precisely why she started performing there to begin with. What she hadn’t expected was for him to grow so fond of her. His right-hand man had a penchant for peeling faces; that wasn’t exactly in Laurel’s wheelhouse.

Stepping off of the stage and out of the spotlight, Laurel spotted Roman by the bar, cheering the loudest for her. As per usual. He returned his attention back to whoever he had been talking to. Blue eyes lit up as they landed on Laurel’s green, capturing her attention.

“Little Bird, come, come,” Roman beckoned, grinning at her over the shoulder of the man he was talking to. Doing as she was told, Laurel approached Roman’s side, letting him gently wrap his arm around her waist, tugging her into him. And she certainly didn’t expect to come face-to-face with the one man she couldn’t get out of her head.  

“Nate! This is the beautiful songbird I’ve been raving about. Of course. Isn’t she phenomenal?” Breaking Laurel out of her reverie, she heard Roman doing what he could to introduce his songbird to the doctor. Unaware that they had already been well acquainted. “It has been far too long since he’s had a night out,” her employer told her before leaning over to whisper in her ear, “give him a warm welcome, little bird, alright?” Lips brushed the shell of her ear sending a shiver down her spine before pulling away.

“You must be very busy; is there a special occasion for this outing? You don’t look like you just stumbled in off the street.” Laurel asked with a raised brow, getting a good look at how well-dressed Nate was. Anything would be an upgrade from the white coat and scrubs. But he really did look like he fit in at this upscale club.

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Nate had been working non-stop for almost 48 hours straight until it was time to go home. Twenty-four hours later, he had found himself donning a nice suit he hadn’t worn for some time and heading towards The Black Mask.  He hadn’t frequented the club often, opting for the quieter bar near the hospital where his good friend, Landon, bartends. Tonight, though. Tonight Nate wanted to enjoy free drinks with a crowd. 

Of course his presence meant the annoying Roman has to show his face and break Nate’s wish of enjoying himself. The man could talk his ears off. He had stitched Roman up when someone had slashed him with a broken bottle. A deal had gone sideways in another room of the club while he was there checking up on Genovese himself. Nate was basically acting on selective hearing as the man yapped about some songbird of his. The singer was good, better than good. It couldn’t hurt just to peep at her face right? What caught him off-guard was the singer who was performing on its stage tonight. He didn’t break their eye contact when Laurel approached. 

“Old friends nagged at me to have fun in my thirties while I still can,” Nate quipped, shrugging as he watched Roman move away from them. “So here I am,” he gestured to his frame, sighing. He couldn’t help but tease. “Never thought I’d see you outside of the ER, songbird,” Nate remarked with a small smirk playing on his lips. “Actually, it’s good not seeing you all bloodied and needing an IV. Refreshing.”  Nate sipped on his drink, eyeing her. “I think you never told me you’re a singer,” he continued, canting his head. “You never struck me as one either so, you can imagine my surprise. How long have you been singing at this club? Roman is absolutely obsessed.” He chuckled, shaking his head. Nate couldn’t help but wonder if she knew what Roman and his associates were tied in - Nate included.