#nathan bratt

[hooblerism]

whys he so babygirl

[thatmultifandomchick]

Margot: We've been conducting an ongoing study to see what Lucas will and will not eat.

Isaiah: Grass? Yes!

Margot: Moss? Yes!!

Isabella: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

James: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Isaiah: Worms? Sometimes!

Margot: Rocks? Usually nah.

James: Twigs? Usually!

Isabella: James’ cooking? Inconclusive!

Mr. Bratt: How did you... test this?

Margot: You just hand him stuff and say 'eat this' and if he eats it, he eats it.

Mr. Bratt: ... I don't know how to feel about this.

Nora: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

[highwaylife]

GOOSEBUMPS (2023) | SEASON 1

[cannotthinkofanaccountname]

We supposed to pretend all that shit didn't happen?!

[babbling-idiot]

Nathan Bratt x reader

(I've wanted to write something for this man for a hot second. I hope you guys likes this and if you do I would appreciate the feedback! Have a great day and be safe out there in the world!)

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When you moved to Port Lawrence you remember very specifically the limited amount of people you had introduced yourself to. A few older folks in a diner and that one couple you asked for directions. But there was this one man. He seemed kind and very possibly odd in a lack of a better word. He introduced himself to you as Nathan Bratt. He told you about where he worked and where he moved from, including his struggle with coming up with an idea for his book. You were happy to hear this information, but the amount of info he gave out without even learning your name yet was striking. When he did learn your name, he repeated it. To himself mostly, when he did he smiled your way and extended his hand out. He stood in front of you for what felt like 5 or so minutes before he finally caught on to how silently awkward it was getting. He told you that if you wanted to hang out some time to just call him at his number. Writing it down as fast as he could muster he handed you the piece of paper before waving goodbye. 

Over time you did end up hanging out with him a few times. On one particular night, you did try your best to help him come up with new ideas for his book but he kept turning them down. Every now and then he would take an idea you had and would try to run with it. Ultimately fumbling the idea straight into the ground. He ended up telling you he was never going to get another book out. Practically giving up right in front of you. Standing from your spot on his couch you walked over to his sitting form, his palm was mushed against his face. He couldn't see you walking over nor hear you walked due to his inner monologue of what a failure he came out to be. That was cut short when he felt your hand grab his wrist. He looked up to you quickly and gave you a questioning look. Smiling slightly, looking down at him you brought your hand up to cup his cheek.

"Listen to me, very carefully. I'm not a writer. I have no idea what it takes to be one. When I first met you and you told me about your attempts to write a book. My first thoughts weren't about if you were successful or not. Truth be told Nathan, I don't care if your succeed or fail. You are perfectly fine the way you are and if your worried about how I think, then here is what I think of you."

You say as you step slightly closer and lean down. Nathan looks to your eyes and then to your lips, but only for a split second, if you had blinked then you would have likely missed it. Smiling you rub the pad of your thumb on his cheek. 

"I find you to be the nicest, most clever and at times to be a bit of an odd ball. But that, Nathan, is what I love most about you."

He doesn't move an inch and when you think you've somehow misunderstood the situation he stands. His hands cupping your cheeks within a split second and he is crashing his lips to yours. He stays there for a while until he finally pulls away.

"I don't know what took me so damn long to do that. God you are such an amazing person, especially since you put up with me. I don't know how you do it. Thank you. I know we haven't even known each other for that long but you mean a lot to me. I want to take you on a date or something. Anywhere it can be your pick, I just want to be with you."

He almost seems like he is pleading to you, begging. He has his eyes closed and he breathing is slightly shaky. Smiling you place your hand on his hand. 

"How about we have a date night here. I can bring my laptop, we can order some food and watch movies all night. Sit together on the couch, blanket , lights off and just us, together. What you think?" 

He smiles. Genuinely at that for the first time tonight. Nodding his head before he can even answer, has you giggling to yourself. 

"I would love nothing more." 

He says as he leans in again and kisses your lips. Well that is one way to get his mind off of his book for the night. 

[emrose-gold]

Nathan Bratt energy

[there-are-many-ways-to-smile]

{Photo set by @quintennyson}

I know their teenagers but this scene was so mean and in Nathan's defense, he just moved to town, he was supposed to be getting settled in, and meeting new people.

Of course no one noticed, the towns people just met him. His parents and friends probably/might have spoke to him before the possession. So, they didn't feel a need to reach out and even if they did, it's not like Harold was going to pick up their phone calls and play pretend.

[abra-cadav3r]

Look, I love Nathan Bratt, but he is being SO DUMB WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM???