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[evanhamsen]

hes a mess someone help my son

[thisiswriting-com]

Author Interviews: Nathan Goodman and Protocol 15 A Novel of Espionage and Counter-terrorism

Author Interviews Nathan Goodman and Protocol 15 A Novel of Espionage and Counter-terrorism

Nathan Goodman is a husband and father of two daughters, and the bestselling author of The Special Agent Jana Baker Spy-Thriller Series which opens with [easyazon_link identifier=”B01CW212IC” locale=”US” tag=”thiiswri-20″]The Fourteenth Protocol[/easyazon_link] available on Amazon. He lives in the United States. When and why did you start writing?

I started in 2013 because so many people told me…

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[out and about]

Connor: I am gonna find you someone to make out with by the end of the night.

Nate: I don’t know about this, dude...

Connor: Aw come on, live a little! [goes up to your character] Hey, do you think my friend over there is cute?

[astorybycaesar]

Road Trip to Forgiveness | Para | Melasar + Nate

The last thing Nate wanted to be doing on a Saturday morning was taking an impromptu road trip, but Caesar seemed desperate. He didn’t know much of what happened besides that Melanie had broken up with him due to a misunderstanding, and he somehow cracked his head open on a metal bed frame so he couldn’t drive up to the school himself. As a new driver, driving long distances made Nate nervous enough, but driving someone else’s car that he wasn’t insured under was even more nerve wracking. Caesar wasn’t as annoying as usual, but there couldn’t be any music playing due to the concussion, which made Nate anxious the entire time.

After being on the road for much longer than necessary, in almost complete silence, the two boys arrived at the school: University of North Carolina School of the Arts. Nate parked the car by the front gate; he had never been to this school and didn’t want to get lost on the campus. Once the car was parked, Caesar gave instructions on exactly what to say to Melanie. After listening carefully to Caesar’s words, Nate sent a text message to Melanie that read “Hey, I’m at your school. Meet me by the front gate, I have something to give you.”

@movieswithmelanie

[coopercats-blog]

Dear Nate,

Sending you the spirit of love, joy and giving. Wishing you a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. I got you a Captain America button because the first time we spoke, we watched his movie. So every time I see Captain America, I think of you. I got you a shark bowl because it’s awesome. Like Captain America. 

Love, Cooper A. Tracy

[mystrothedefender]

Matt/Nate

Matthew woke with a jolt, his eyes darting around the room, he didn’t recognise it, where was he?

He’d had the most perfect dream, one he’d had so many times before, of Nate storming into wayne manor and rescuing him like a white knight.

He felt tears drip down his face. What had Damian done now? Where’d he taken him? He wanted to yell, to get up and run away, but he couldn’t, he could barely move. There was nothing in the room, only a glass of water on the bedside table. He looked around, he needed some coke, that always gave him the energy to get up. He forced himself to sit up, having to pause mid way for breath. He pulled open the draw which may as well have weighed a tonne, and looked inside, hoping to find a bag of drugs, any kind of drugs, just something to take away the ache in his muscles.

He jumped and let out a soft scream as he heard the door open, looking over wide eyed and seeing Nate standing in the doorway, he let out another scream, clasping his hand to his mouth. This was a hallucination, it had to be, it couldn’t be him, he’d left, he didn’t want him anymore he…

“Nate?” he whispered, tears coming to his eyes, a smile slowly growing on his face, “I-it can’t… I…”

Nate smiled down at him, “Matt.” His lip quivered slightly as he looked him over, he forced a chuckle, walking to the bed and pulling him into a hug and rubbing his back. “I was worried,” he said quietly, “You’ been asleep almost 18 hours. I was gunna call the hospital.”

“Nate?” Matt said again, still in disbelief, stiffening as Nate hugged him. “Wh-what’s.. I don’t understand.”

Nate shook his head, “It’s ok Matt, it’s ok…” he pulled away, smiling down at Matt. “You’re gunna live with me now, ok?”

“It’s really you?” Matt said, reaching out to cup Nate’s face.

Nate nodded softly, “Yeah it’s me, and you’re gunna be ok from now on, you’re safe now.”

Matt’s eyes widened and he let out a short gasp, “Dylan?!” he almost shouted, “Where’s Dylan? Wh-where’s my son?”

Nate shushed him, shaking his head slightly, “He’s fine, he’s asleep on the sofa. He told me about what’s been happening, and you’re safe now.” he leaned in to kiss him softly, “You’re going to be fine.”

Matt let out a soft chuckle as Nate kissed him, pausing, smiling widely, as he looked him up and down, “...You got old,” he said weakly, brushing his fingers through his grey tinted hair.

“Yeah and you got skinny,” Nate said in reply, running his hand down Matt’s side. “When was the last time you ate?”

Matt looked down at himself, shaking his head, “I-I don’t know,” he looked down, his face going red, letting out a soft sob as he began to cry, “I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

“Hey,” Nate said, frowning softly, “Don’t say you’re sorry, you’ve not done anything wrong, it’s that fucking husband of yours that did this.” he wiped the tears from Matts face, his voice softening a little, “We just need to feed you up. I’ll make you come pancakes, you still like pancakes right?”

Matt nodded, shaking softly as he looked back up at him, his eyes puffy from tears.

“I’ll take you into the living room, and you can watch cartoons with Dylan while I make you pancakes, ok?”

Matt nodded, he gasped softly as Nate scooped him in his arms. He suddenly felt like he had when they’d first been together, he felt so happy, despite feeling cold and shaky, his muscles aching and the light from the windows blinding him, he couldn’t imagine a better place to be right now.

He nuzzled into Nate’s neck, hugging his arms round his neck and humming softly against him, “You pick me up so easily,” he mumbled.

“Yeah,” Nate said weakly, trying to hide tears from him, “You’re so tiny Matt, I thought I told you to gain weight.”

Matt let out a small whimper, “I’m sorry,” he said, starting to cry again. Nate shushed him and kissed his forehead, placing him down on the sofa.

“Here you go,” Nate said softly as he pulled away.

“...Hey Papa,” Dylan said sleepily, huddled under the covers on the sofa.

Matt looked over, smiling, his voice quivering, “Hi baby. D-did you sleep ok?” he forced himself to ask even though he didn’t have the energy to.

Dylan nodded, “Yeah,” he picked up the remote and turned the TV up, “Do you wanna watch the ninja turtles?”

Matt nodded, tears still tracking down his face, he let out a small sob, “Y-yeah,” he said shakily. He stretched out on the sofa slightly, pulling Dylan closer to him along with the covers, “I’m really cold.”

Dylan nodded and piled his covered on Matt, hugging him tight and looking over at the TV.

Nate watched them as he busied himself in the kitchen, his heart was pounding so fast, he was unable to stop himself smiling, unable to stop the tears pooling in his eyes. He never thought Matthew would come back, he’d been unable to sleep for month mourning their relationship.

He’d always believed that you shouldn’t spend anymore time mourning a relationship than you were together, but with Matt… he couldn’t stop, after years he’d still wake up expecting to see Matt next to him. He’d even tried getting into other relationships, but it turned out that girls didn’t like it when you accidentally called them by a guys name. He’d tried going out with men but it had felt so wrong after being with Matt, he felt almost like he was cheating on him.

He poured the pancake mix into the pan, the smell of the food spreading through the apartment. Matt looked over at him from the sofa, “That smells so good” he said quietly.

“Well they’ll taste even better,” Nate said with a soft chuckle, plating 5 of them up and pouring syrup on them, carrying them over to him, sitting him up and putting them on his lap, directly handing him a fork.

Matt bit his lip softly, his eyes wide as he looked at the stack of food, “Th-this is a lot of food,” he said softly, he glanced up at him and forced a smile, beginning to eat.

There was no way he could finish this, he’d not eaten more than a handful of food per day in over a year. He forced himself to eat just over half of one, his stomach feeling like it was going to tear itself in half. He let out a small whimper, tears appearing in his eyes again, “I-I can’t,” he said slowly, pushing the plate away, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Nate, I’m sorry.”

Nate frowned, looking down at the plate, he shook his head, “It’s ok, it’s ok Matt, I should have known you wouldn’t’ve been able to eat all that,” he smiled weakly, “I mean look at you.”

Matt let out a sob, looking down at his frail, broken body. How had he let this happen? How could he be so weak? He couldn’t even finish a stack of pancakes.

He let out a loud sob, shaking as tears poured down his face.

Nate picked up the plate and handed it to Dylan, “You finish these ok kid? I’ll take you Papa back to bed.”

He picked Matt up, his body shaking with tears. “It’s ok,” he whispered, kissing him softly, “It’s gunna take you a while to get back to normal but that’s ok…” he rocked him softly, “You just gotta go at your own speed, you gotta rest a lot ok? That’s the only way you’ll get better.”

“I know,” Matt mumbled, “I love you,” he smiled up at him as he lay him in bed, “I love you Nate, d-don’t leave me.”

Nate sat at the end of the bed, running his hand through Matt’s hair, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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Nate Goodman is twenty years old and a sophomore at Rosewood University.

To say that Nate hasn’t always had it easy in life would be an understatement. Born to his mother and father seventeen years ago, they were overjoyed at the newest addition to their family…they named the baby Natalia Cynthia Goodman-Osborn. That’s right, Nate was born a girl. For six years, the family lived in Greensville together in the home that Nate had always lived in, but there were distinct problems in his parents’ relationship. Their child grew up listening to them argue, until finally; shortly after his sixth birthday, Nate’s mother discovered that her husband had been having an affair. It didn’t take much persuasion on her part to get him to leave, but once he had, Nate’s father went on to marry his mistress, and Nate gained a half sibling within a year. Not that he ever saw this sibling, as during the ensuing divorce and the custody proceedings; Nate’s mother was awarded sole custody, and ‘Osborn’ was dropped from his name as he and his remaining family moved on without his father. Nate’s life with his mother was far calmer once they had rid themselves of his father. Ms Goodman couldn’t help but notice something strange about her daughter, who preferred playing with boys’ toys, such as action figures, over girls’ toys, such as Barbies. However, despite odd looks on the playground and judgement from other parents, she allowed her child to play how he pleased, despite all the comments and odd looks she got in the playground. Bullying has been a big part of Nate’s school life ever since he was young. The other children teased him mercilessly in his elementary school for being the girl who liked boys toys, the girl who didn’t care about getting dirty. As it does for most children, however, Nate went into middle school with the frame of mind that he had to be a girl or else he would never fit in. It made him utterly miserable and consequently because of his self-hatred at who he felt he had to be, and how uncomfortable he felt in his own body, Nate began to self-harm once he hit puberty. The influx of hormones that brought with it breasts and periods made him feel as though he’d never be who he felt he was inside. He could never tell his mother that he was a boy inside of a girl’s body. Nate’s mother noticed how isolated he was becoming. She was concerned about the fact that her daughter didn’t bring home friends like the other children. For months she gently tried to urge Nate to talk to her, but he just wouldn’t budge. It wasn’t until a hot summers day, when Nate absentmindedly forgot to wear long sleeves that his mother saw the scars on his arms. Nate broke down and told his mother everything, and she did what he never thought she would. She accepted him for who he truly was, and encouraged him to tell his peers and the rest of the family so that they too could see what an amazing young man he was. Obviously Nate’s admission was met with mixed reactions. On one hand some were supportive and didn’t treat him differently than before, but others were less kind. Nate has been the target of bullying pretty much all throughout his high school career. It started off with name calling and teasing, but it has now moved on to full-scale physical violence. It doesn’t help that Nate is very strong willed and doesn’t bow down to pressure, and often he goes home injured from the fights that he has found himself in. The one good thing that has come of this situation, however is that Nate has now begun to feel more comfortable in his own skin, and is open with his friends about his identity and his experience. A strong willed, honest and kind young man, Nate has grown more as a person since he came out than he did in the entirety of his time in middle school. He is not afraid to fight for what he believes in, and stands up for his friends…however as the bullying worsens and his father constantly giving him the ultimatum of either going to conversion therapy or lose his father permanently; how will Nate cope with the fact that not everyone in the world will be supportive of who he is?

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