#nate 001

[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

[isla-jean]

CLOSED START FOR: @natexhudson​ LOCATION: eureka pride march — eureka city hall, downtown

Isla Jean was happy to take the weekend off to escort Frankie around Eureka’s annual pride celebration. The colorful seven year old enjoyed festivities and had since they’d moved there. While it was a busy time for her small business, Frankie would always be Isla Jean’s number one priority, which meant she was content to play chaperone to Frankie’s whims all weekend long. Only, Frankie had made off with a friend from school and her fathers, so Isla Jean was left to wander about aimlessly, cellphone ready when it was time to collect her daughter again. “Now there’s a sight for sore eyes.” Isla Jean called out in her form of greeting, saccharine smile pursing on her lips as she gave Nate a little wave to garner his attention. “Where’s your gorgeous wife?”

[lottielouavery]

@natexobrien​

Strolling through the front sliding glass doors of the hospital, Lottie’s new peep toed heels clicked rhythmically on the tile floor as she made her way towards the elevators; two cups of coffee in a drink holder in one hand and a bag from Annabelle’s bakery in the other. She’d gotten up uncharacteristically early for a Saturday, and while 9AM wasn’t unheard of for any other normal adult, the fact that she was both dressed and functioning while out of the house at such an hour was quite the miracle. Such a miracle that the blonde hadn’t quite been sure what to do with all of the time that she normally would have spent sleeping. So with her best friend and roommate still sleeping after a late shift the night before, Lottie set out to get food and visit the man who she’d had a growing affection for.

Walking out of the elevator and onto the floor that held the hospital staff’s break room, Lottie made sure to scan the halls as she made her way to the break room, changing her course when she spotted the man she’d come to see at the nurse’s station. “Excuse me, Dr. O’Brien?” She asked once she was close enough for him to hear her, playing up her southern accent, “You wouldn’t happen to know where a lady could get some help around here, would you?” She asked with a wide, teasing grin.

[paytcns-blog]

hunter was on the shit list with her parents. tonight was the night of their huge christmas party that they hold at their estate. huge crowd, lots of booze, and an insane amount of people poking their noses into places that did not belong: her life. in order to save face, she had nagged one of her friends from college to come to the party with her as her ‘boyfriend.’ this would hopefully ward off any suitors that her parents had tried to get her with. that was exactly why she was on the shit list for tonight. they were going to set her up with some senator’s son until she showed up nate’s arm. speaking of nate, she looked over at nate, drink in hand. “fuck, what a crowd. this is worst than the company christmas party and i just--” she frowned, taking a long drink of her whiskey. “i am honestly just itching to ditch this party. the only upside to this place is that there’s an open bar.”

[renegcdes]

( @sassyrpt​ )

it wasn't the first time that nate had laid his eyes upon the fair-skinned, dark-haired beauty. ell, it wasn't even the second, nor was it the third. had he actually been counting, it was probably well past twenty times since his dark, chocolate brown eyes had scanned her full body. it was practically the third time he had thought about approaching her, as a matter of fact. he always managed to convince himself that it wasn't fair to her. as a member of a gang, just speaking to her could leave her open to the possibility of being targeted, but he was a selfish man. there he stood, his tall, lean body pressed up against the cold brick of the old diner, with a lit cigarette in his hand. today was the day, he thought. it was the day he would finally approach the beautiful girl that seemed to plague his thoughts. nate pushed himself off of the wall and began to make his way over to her, a slight sway in each step he took. "excuse me," he said, a heavy rasp in his voice, "mind if i join you for... whatever you're doin'?" he stopped just a foot in front of her. the very moment he got a good, up close look at her face, a smile took hold of his features, practically glowing. "see, i'm a little loney an' could use a bit of completely innocent company."

[sara-iyer]

SOMEWHERE AROUND RIDGEVIEW HEIGHTS - CLOSE TO MIDDAY @goldenboyhale

It was like instant karma for having stuck her nose in it. 

As soon as she got into her car in the parking lot of Blackstone Brews, she spilled the rest of her iced coffee all over herself. Great. Waste of time and money - and a once-perfectly clean outfit. She refused to go back inside to grab napkins, not with Charlie still sitting at her table, so she resorted to using a wad of tissues from the box in her glove compartment. Sadly, it didn't get the job done. 

The adrenaline from the confrontation had been the only thing keeping her on her feet the whole time in the café. It was the only reason she'd been able to stand for so long in one spot, and her body was feeling it now, driving back to her apartment. Her ankle strained against the accelerator pedal. Her hip was aching from even the slightest movements. And her arms were sore; tensed and extended while she held onto the steering wheel. Her spine felt out of place against the backrest of her car seat. She was starting to feel awful on the inside about how she'd talked to Charlie. Guilty. She should've just kept her mouth shut and minded her own business! But nope! Ruled by her emotions, and her trauma, she'd caused trouble where they didn't need to be any. And now her body and her mind were paying for it.

And then her grip on the steering wheel got unstable, the car slightly swerving on an angle across the road. Fuck. Did her tire just pop? Sara let out a momentary, primal noise, flicked her hazard lights on, and pulled the car over onto the road's shoulder to investigate. Yep. It was one of her tires, flat as a pancake. Karma, karma, karma. "Fucking hell." She swore, slumping back against her car door. It was a second-hand, lime green-colored Kia Soul. It was the 2018 model, and getting older in years, but Sara had never had anything like this happen to her before. She didn't even know what the number was for her insurance's roadside assist.

Big Mike's Auto Shop couldn't be too far, right? A couple of blocks from her apartment, surely. If they towed her there, she could force herself through the walk back home while someone fixed the car up. Or maybe one of the workers would be kind enough to change her tire, 'cos no way was Sara physically in the right shape to do it herself. Ugh. Sara punched the name into the Google search on her phone and dialed through to them. "Hi there. Um, I'm not too far from your auto shop and I've got a flat. Is it possible to get someone out here to help me, please? I'm happy to pay." Did she even have a spare in her trunk? Sara knew nothing about cars. The person on the other end of the phone line agreed, and gave her an estimated wait time. Hanging up, Sara groaned in frustration. Today just wasn't her day, was it?

[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.