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Hi! I finally made Nathan Prescott headcanons! TwT

I hope this is not as short as my other headcanons... And I hope you guys will enjoy! ^^

If you find english mistakes, sorry about that, it's not my first lengauge! 😅

Btw, if your want to listen some musics for my headcanons, or maybe later, I updated my Nathan Prescott playlist!

Enjoy! 💕

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so much fluff, one part of dirty minded Nathan, the reader is in a realitionship with Nathan, Victoria is not a b!tch to the reader, a bit of swearing, talking a bit about Mark is hot, for any gender

Fandom: Life is Strange

Character: Nathan Prescott

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(The picture is not mine!)

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears

“Help me to decide Help me make the Most of freedom and of pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever

Everybody wants to rule the world

There's a room where the light won't find you Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do, I'll be right behind you”

• You usally give him a lot of hugs

• He thinks that you're cute

• Sometimes you guys just sit in his rooms, you rest on his chest, while he's smoking

• You want to help him

• You listening his problems, thoughts, try to make his life a bit easier

• You care about him, and he knows it

• And he's so greatful about that and it makes him feel better

• You want to let know with him that you will always be here for him, no matter what happens

• You always want to make him laugh or just smile

• Because he looks so sweet when he does it and it's makes you happy

• You also love feeding his ego

• And he loves it when you do it

• "Damn, this shirt really looks good on you" you said with flirtatious smile on your face.

"I know." he said with a smug smirk.

You chuckle, while he looks for another clothes for the Vortex party.

• Sometimes you two just listen some music silently and alone

• Or Victoria joins to you

• When Victoria is here, you three talks about other classmates of yours

• Or about teachers

• "To be honest, Mark is hot." she said while does her makeup.

Nathan goes silent.

"Mr Jefferson?" you ask curiosly.

"Yeah! Don't you think?"

"Well…" you start thinking of you answer.

"You actually thinks that an old, hipster professor hotter than me?" Nathan says while he act he was insulted.

You chuckle while you give him a little kiss on his cheek.

"Never." you say kindly.

"Eww, get a room." Victoria chuckles.

You start to laugh.

• He doesn't really like to feel sad and uptight

• But when he does that, you always here to comfort him

• "When I was six years old, my father shouted me that I'm worthless" he says silently, while his gaze gets darker.

You start to feel angry while he says that.

"Welp" you start to speak in an uptight tounge "your dad is an asshole. And I think you're amazing!"

Nathan silently chuckles.

"Thanks Y/N!" he slowly close his eyes, but while you snuggle up to him. "I love you!" he says calmly.

"I love you too!"

• But sometimes he can get really dirty minded

• Nathan listened music, he got lost in his thougts while he waited for you to be ready.

"Okay, be honest" you say it as you finally got ready and walk over to him "do I look shitty, or very shitty?" you still adjust your party clothes.

Nathan gives you a smug, playful smirk as he looks at you.

"You look hot as always." he says with a smug smile while you start blush a little. "But trust me, you'll look more beautiful if I'll take off your clothes." he winks at you playfully.

You feel that your face starts to burn.

"Eww" you start chuckle "Why are you so dirty minded always?"

Nathan starts to laugh.

• Sometimes you guys out of the school, and play basketball, football or something else

• Or you guys just walking around Blackwell

• "You really want to see me playing basketball? Me?" you start pointing at yourself.

"Stop whining like a little girl! I'll teach you." he smiles at you encouraginly.

You sigh. "Okay, let's start…"

• He wants your attention everytime

• You sigh.

"Nathan, I need to study!" you say it tiredly.

"You can study later." he grabs your book and takes down to the table. After that he leans into your lap.

You smile at him tiredly as you shook your head.

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i know you and i like you anyway (1)

chapter 2

nathan prescott x reader ; warren graham x reader

summary: when the pressure and eyes are on you, it’s hard to stay afloat. especially when your not so forgotten best friend comes back into your life. and they are ready to mess up the plans others have for you.

having parents and peers constantly nag you about your grades, interests and lack of an significant other can bring you down. but meeting the new kid in the academy can change at least one of your mocking points.

yn is implied to be afab (lives in fem dorms) but is genderneutral otherwise!

tw/cw: mentions of poverty, mental health issues, canon typical violence, swearing, implied/ref drug use, modern au as in its not 2013, huge canon divergence and messed up time line, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, tell me if i missed smth!

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unlike popular belief nathan prescott did not grow up in arcadia bay. the heir to the prescott name grew up in fort lauderale, florida. his family, from his mother side, lived there. she was able to convince his father to let them live there, bless her soul.

(“it will be good for him! for us! the pressure will destroy him. just look at how kristine treats us.. i don’t want to lose another child.”)

he spend his time at prestigious elementary and middle schools. and at middle school is where he meet you. people started quickly talking about you, simply because you were the only scholarship student. unlike everyone else you didn’t come from money.

your uniform was constantly 3 sizes too big, your hand was constantly raised and when you got anything less than an A there was clear panic on your face. the biggest difference to everyone else were your empty eyes and constant deadpan. seemingly nothing truly got a reaction out of you. there was a boy who tried to, by pulling at your hair and messing up your homework.

you beat him up so bad that the whole class just decided to leave you alone. and fact is, everyone who was near you also got left alone, so nathan was naturally pulled towards you. he wanted nothing more than to be left alone.

middle school was hard, simply because nathan`s problems started to really show, he wasn`t a child anymore who threw temper tantrum’s. he was now a boy with violent emotional outbursts. and quite frankly, children are cruel. getting a rise out of the weird prescott kid was more entertaining than torturing their maids and nanny’s.

because you were the only one who could handle his temper, simply because you didn’t care about it as long as he didn’t touch you, you got paired up for different projects.

and that’s how you meet his family. his father didn’t like you, but he doesn’t even like his own children, so his opinion didn’t matter. his mother and sister loved you, simply because you were very polite. dinners were filled with you being questioned to hell and back while you were trying to eat as much as possible.

“uhhh.. i have an older brother, he’s 2 years older than me…i have a twin brother, too. and another 3 little brothers. my father works at a la…actually he’s unemployed right now. my mother works as a teacher and during the summer break she works..where ever they need someone. what i want to be when i grow up?…middle class.”

meeting you after school was hard, responsibilities which nathan couldn’t even imagine carrying were put on your shoulder.

(“sorry. i have to study and babysit. so sorry, i need to grocery shop and take care of dinner. i wish i could, i have to cut the hair of all my brothers and clean the house. if i don’t pass this test my father will murder me.. i have to study. thank you for being so understanding.”)

to be honest, at first nathan didn’t even want anything to do with you. his mother insisted for him to invite you over. he now knows she pitied you. he now knows, too that you even were able to pull on the heartstrings of his father, because he would ask when you would visit again.

when nathan asked you, why did you have to care for everything, what did your brothers do to help? “have fun, i guess.” he felt angry for you. “how can you just roll over and take it? what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“well, who else would do i? why are you angry? i’m not angry, and i’m the one with the responsibilities.”

nathan learned to love you and the emptiness you carried around.

just like everything good in his life, your friendship (or was it more? it felt like more. he misses you, he misses your mean comments, your eye bags and exhaustion.) ended slowly.

once middle school was over, and he was able to graduate with a dirty record of violent outbursts, which was magically clean once he looked over it. the prescott family moved to arcadia bay. he was enrolled in the blackwell academy.

he found this out at the end of the summer break. to be honest he was getting suspicious, because all his questions regarding the highschool he was supposed to attend were being ignored. his father send him away, his mother smiled at him with sadness, he insisted to go to the same school as you.

“please, don’t forget me at your new cool school.”

“i will NEVER forget you, idiot. you’re the only tolerable person i know.”

the way you smiled at him was still clear in his head. you were beautiful in a way he has never seen, and the older he gets the more he realises he never will see anyone quite as pretty as you.

when nathan is 13 he meets dr. jacoby and starts treatment for the anger he feels. he knows that he fells ptity for him. nathan misses you, when he told you about his father, about the bruises and pressure he is under you simply talk about an escape plan. a way you both will be free from the shackles your family put on you and live happily everafter.

maybe you pitied him, but that would never stop you from treating him normally. you didn’t try to avoid his outburst, his meltdowns, you were always direct to him and never lied. he respected you more than anyone. he sees it in his mother, and relatives, how they dance around him as if he is fragile.

when nathan moved away, the first year he visited every break he could. summer, fall, winter and spring spend together. when he wasn’t there with you, he texted you. sending letters, postcards and hour long phone calls. his father hated this, more than anything.

(“depending not only on someone, but on such a low class person? don’t you know that you’re being used? they only see you as a walking wallet! i will put an end to this.”)

the only time dr. jacoby has seen sean prescott in person is when he expressed his concern regarding a codependent friendship with someone from florida. looking back on it, the doctor realised he was lied to and he was able to convince nathan to stop the contact, the only stable and positive influence in his life.

nathan wishes he could say that he got back in contact with you, that you were best friends again, but life is cruel and he’s a coward. he misses you, more than anything. he thinks he’s obsessed with you, dreams were about you (both dreams and nightmares), his day was spend imagining what you were up to, what you look like now. the silly thing is, nathan has never told anyone about you. victoria knew that he had an ex best friend in florida, but she didn’t know any details, rachel knew he was hung up on someone, jefferson knew that there was someone inhabiting his heart and mind.

and well. the school knew somethings. see, the thing is, when you’re high some things slip out. sometimes you mumble a name once or thrice when you’re passed out, and when you (try) hooking up with someone, you moan the wrong name. more than once. with different people. yeah. when one person claims he said the wrong name it’s one thing, but three? he was in deep shit.

victorias nosiness didn’t help, she wanted all the gory details, but he couldn’t say anything. what was he supposed to say? i fucked it up with the best person, because i couldn’t stand up to my shitty father and useless psychiatrist? sure. part of him was sure that she saw the pictures of you he has in his drawers, in his albums, hidden away.

for a short time nathan thinks he moved on, when he met rachel. she was pretty, smart and nice. she was less than you and much more. and he thinks he’s ok, ok with the distance and unknown which surrendes you. why did all your social media accounts have to be private?

nathan is 18 and it has been nearly 4 years since he has seen you. blackwell turned into the senior focused art academy, just like it was planned. he entered his first year in the 2 year programme and finally he was able to make a name for himself. victoria turned the vortex club into a group for the elite just like how she planned, with nathan’s help. he wasn’t the victim anymore, he finally ruled over the school grounds. summer passed and before he could register it, it was fall break.

it was the last few days and students started to move back into their dorms. the talk right now where the new students attending, some students dropped out because they were catched with drugs on their person, some couldn’t afford the rising tuition prices and others simply moved away because of their parents. nathan couldn’t careless, those who left aren’t close to him, but who is truly close to the prescott heir? he can’t lie though, he lost one of his best customers, or more like frank did.

victoria was in nathan’s dorm room, she was checking out the new student’s. according to her, there were no new people in the girl dorm’s who fit in the vortex club. how tragic. outside on the hallway was some commotion,

“please, move and unlock your door before i decide against helping you with your furniture.” could be heard from the outside, spoken by an unknown voice. the room besides nathan was being occupied. sad. he will miss the privacy and silence. especially now, with furniture being build. fucking hell.

“oh my, hottie alert. two of them even.” victoria was peeking out of his door.

“oh yeah? found some new members?” she hummed, “let’s go over and introduce ourselves. first impressions are everything. before the freaks come and snatch `em away.”

nathan groaned, “give me a minute. i’m still fucking hangover from yesterday. fuck, frank needs to stop stretching his shit or one day i’m going to die, for real.” victoria only chuckled at her best friend.

stepping away from the door she got out here phone and looked herself over in the camera, fixing a few strands and wiping away lipstick which started to smear over her lips. in the meantime nathan got up from his bed, going through his har with his hands and putting on his iconic jacket. with that he left the room, victoria right behind him. looking his door before they make their way over to his new neighbours.

and honestly, he should have expected this, because you always meet someone twice. or that’s what you always said. the door was open, and some guy had his back turned towards them. damn, he’s tall. it’s kinda overkill. turning around, the stranger nearly ran into him and victoria,

“shit! my bad, i didn’t see you there…do we know each other?”

you weren’t who nathan saw when he found out you were back, or more like you were here. in his life. instead, he saw face to face with your twin. the guy was freakishly tall, nathan remembered how small he used to be, now he was over 6 feet tall with clear defined muscles.

nathan with his proud 5`7 feet felt his fragile ego being tested, simply by the fact that some guy he used to know when he was, like, 13 was now way taller than him. and part of him wants to lash out, yell at oliver for not watching where he’s fucking going. but nathan was aware that this would kill any chance of reconciling with you. starting a fight with your brother would immediately put him on your shitlist, even if you hate oliver. sometimes.

(“he’s still my brother. if you talk badly about him again, i’m going to throw you out of this window.”)

“jesus himself could stand before you and you wouldn’t recognise him. stop bothering people, this is the third time you have asked someone this. get your stuff already.” your clearly annoyed voice rang through the room. thankfully this took away n

oliver scratched his head, “man, not my fault i can’t recognise faces for shit. my name’s oliver. nice to meet you guys!”

victoria the angel (or devil) took over the conversation, noticing that nathan was a tiny bit overwhelmed, “hi! i’m victoria and this is my best friend nathan. we just wanted to welcome you to blackwell. if you need any help don’t be afraid to ask us.” she put on her best mask of friendliness. “we are the leaders of the vortex cub, a group for blackwells elite. i’m sure you will fit right in.” taking out a flyer she gave it to him.

reading it over oliver said, “me? for sure. i don’t know about grumpy bear back there.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you’re my twin, and i love you but you’re mean. like, even teachers are afraid of you. well, i better get going before you throw something at me.” with that oliver left his spot at the door and nathan finally can look at you. you were sitting in the middle of the room, an unfinished shelf laying on the floor and a toolbox was at your side. in one hand you held a screwdriver and in the other hand, raised into the air you held a pillow, obviously ready to throw it.

you look just like he remembered and at the same time it feels like he’s looking at a stranger. you’re not quite as skinny anymore and your eye bags weren’t as dark anymore. wearing a oversized hoodie and jeans, just like when you were a kid. but now he knows it’s probably more a fashion choice instead of only owning hand me downs and extra big clothes to grow into. of course, you still have to be stupidly attractive. now you wear glasses, too.

you lowered the pillow back to the ground, now that your target left. looking down at the shelf you pouted and said in a small voice, “i’m not mean.” your piercing gaze drifted over to victoria and then nathan, “hi, i’m the mean y/n, apparently.” when you saw him, you did a small double take. victoria and her awareness immediately caught that. stupid artists and their eye for details, especially since she has heard that name mumbled many times.

“oh? where are you guys from?” she asked, smiling at you.

“uhh…florida,” when you saw her raise a brow, hinting at waiting more details you continued, “fort lauderdale, to be exact.”

“what a coincidence! nathan here also grew up there. do you perhaps know each other?” the way victoria smiled reminded you of a dog barring it’s teeth in a warning.

nathan knew you and you would play along with whatever lie he went with, but part of him doesn’t want to lie. here’s his chance to actually start a path, to be friends again (or to be more. but you probably hate him, on the other hand who doesn’t?).

“…long fuckin` time no see, y/n.” what a lame way to say hello after nearly 4 years, but it’s not like he can rewind time.

before he could register it he was hit square in the face with the discarded pillow, “what the fuck? what happened to forgive and forget? huh?”

“woah..” only now did nathan register that fucking warren was also in the room, sitting on the bed. the guy was impressed, he never thought he would see someone attack nathan fucking prescott. warren is putting you on a pedestal right now.

“what the fuck are you looking at, loser?” in true nathan fashion he had to lash out at someone and it couldn’t be you. warren quickly put his hands up in surrender, regretting ever speaking.

“no fighting in my room, guys.” oliver returned in his hands two boxes stacked on top of each other. looking at nathan, he said “so i do know you, what kind of unforgivable act did you commit for grumpy to punish you with the pillow of hatred?”

“stop calling me that!”

oliver walked further into the room, dropping his boxes near you and asking you something, in a hushed voice and a language unknown to the others in the room. when you answered his eyes widened in shock.

“the rich kid! of course i remember you, dude. in fact, y/n will forgive you for whatever you did and marry you. so we- you guys can be rich and shit, together.” oliver nodded wisely, while you looked so tired. shaking your head, you simply started to screw around with the screws in the shelf.

quickly dismantling the shelf, you dropped the screws messily on the floor and stood up, pointing to your brother you said, “you’re horrible,” pointing to nathan, “i’m incredibly angry with you,” pointing to both warren and victoria you spoke your last words, “it was nice to meet you both. warren, i will take you up on that offer to show me around.” and then you walked out with the tool box in hand.

“are you finally going to tell the story about y/n?”

“…fuck, i don’t know how to put up any furniture.”

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Just A Project | III

Nathan Prescott x Reader

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Warnings: nathan being nathan, maybe ooc, and swearing

Words: 905

We take about 20-30 minutes shooting ideas back and forth, getting an idea of each other's style. I learned that Nathan mostly shoots in black and white, and prefers a more gloomy tone. Not really a shocker, but good to know. To be honest, we both have two completely different styles, as I go for more fun and calm feeling tones. Combining our styles will be a challenge for sure.

The room goes quiet, both of us bored out of our minds, as we really have nothing to talk about, just the pictures to take. Nathan is still fidgeting with his camera and I take this moment to take him in. He’s seated in his desk chair across from me, leaning down forearms resting on his knees. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt that fits his torso just right. I focus on his hands, they’re a bit shaky, not enough to notice with a passing glance. My eyes travel to his arms, noticing the prominent veins that travel down to the back of his hands. The black shirt hugs his biceps snugly. Nathan isn’t buff by any means, but I’d be a liar if I said he didn’t have any muscle. My focus shifts to his face, his mouth is slightly parted, to match his eyes in concentration. His eyes are the nicest shade of blue, I have to move on before I get lost in them. His dirty blonde hair is perfectly in place, except one strand in the front has fallen, resting against his forehead. Nathan may be a dick, but damn, I have to admit the boy is attractive.

My eyes are still lingering over his figure as he looks up at me. A red hue spreads across my face, embarrassed that I’ve been caught staring. His stare is cold, into my soul, unfaltering. “What?” He says with a bite. I stammer for a moment, not sure of what to say. “I was just, uhm, admiring how calm you look while focused.” Not a complete lie, it was a different side of Nathan that I’ve never really seen before. He blinks, taking a moment to process what I had just said. He looks back down at his camera and says, “Well, don’t. It’s weird, nerd.”

I drop my gaze. The tension in the room now is so thick. I want to go back to my dorm, I’m starting to feel out of place, not that I didn’t before, it’s just less comfortable now. Nathan stands up putting his camera down on his desk. “I guess we’re done for now. We can meet tomorrow or whatever.” He says lazily walking over to his bed and stands near it for a moment waiting for me to reply. I nod slowly, standing up. “Yeah, that’s good with me.” I make my way to the door, but before I can even mumble out a ‘goodbye’ Nathan speaks. “Good, ‘cause I wasn’t really asking.” His face looks serious, as always, but his voice has a joking tone to it. Huh, that’s new.

“The track field, around lunch?” He continues. I hum in agreement, “Sounds good.” I say, as I’m free all day tomorrow, today is Friday after all. He suddenly holds out his hand, like he’s waiting for me to do something. I look at him with confusion. “Your phone.” He states blankly. Still confused I sorta tilt my head to the side to wait for him to continue. He sighs, and steps forward a bit, hand still outstretched. “Give me your phone so I can give you my number.” Oh. I look at him wide eyed for a moment before finally pulling out my phone, walking a few steps forward to hand it to him. He takes it and enters his number. “I’m trusting you to keep my number private. I’ve already had it leaked a few times before, and I’m sick of random assholes trying to threaten me.” He says before he looks back up and hands me back his phone.

His tone was nonchalant but I can’t help the sorrowful expression that appears on my face. I shake my head, “No, I would never.” He rolls his eyes and looks down, “Yeah, that’s what everyone says at first.” I just stare at him for a moment, actually sympathizing with Nathan. “And wipe that ‘kicked puppy look’ off your face. I’m fine.” He finalizes. I look down, unsure of what to say next so I just back up towards the door. “Alright, well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Nathan.” I say opening the door. “Bye, nerd.” He says before the door shuts.

I look down at my phone as I walk back to my room, go to Nathan’s new contact, and start a new message. I start typing.

“hey, its y/n :)” 5:08

Simple and to the point. I pocket my phone and walk down the stairs, as I reach the bottom, my phone dings. I grab it and look at the notification.

N: “y/n?” 5:10

I frown for a moment, thinking he forgot my name and isn’t connecting the dots, before he starts typing again.

N: “i only know a nerd” 5:10

I smile for a moment and roll my eyes. I type out a sarcastic laugh with the eye roll emoji and continue my journey to my dorm. Perhaps this project won’t be so bad.

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A sneak peek of To be Loved and Have Loved for my LIS fans... 👀. As always my writing is explicit and not for minors! Shoo!

Nathan falls hard onto his elbows, his softening cock resting right up against your clit. Gentle shushes come from his mouth while his right hand comes up to cradle your head. Your legs feel like melting Jell-o - your mind is even worse off.

I’ve never seen her more relaxed.

“You were such a good girl for me, baby, look at you all tired out,” Nathan coos softly, his free hand coming up to caress your red cheek. “I’ve never seen you so fuckin’ tired,” he chuckles out in amusement at your post-sex state. His cum and your slick stain the ridiculously high-thread-count sheets adorning the bed. “Yovuer goaneh soafht,” you mumble out, incoherently.

“What?” Nathan asks with his head tilting in confusion.

His bruised knuckles brush gently against your chin, causing your glazed-over eyes to meet his.

Your swollen cherry-red pout parts, quietly you try once more: “You’ve gone soft,”.

Nathan snorts softly and a slight smirk rests on his lips.

“I suppose, just a little damn bit,”.

Your head begins lulling to the side, resting your cheek on Nathan’s silk pillowcases. The soft scent of vanilla and traces of his expensive cologne fill your senses allowing you to breathe deeply. A feeling of deep relaxation flows through your body- the first time you’ve been relaxed since Nathan’s life first entangled with yours.

Nathan moves to get up- you whine quietly- allowing his fingers to brush gently over yours he promises quickly: “I’ll be back, don’t pull a muscle nerd,” amusement tinging his tone. Despite the childish grabby hands you’re making at him, Nathan pulls on a pair of boxers looking back at you with sparkling eyes. Slowly, you smile at him, a smile so innocent Nathan feels a layer of ice melting around his goddamn heart.

Reluctantly, he pulls away from you and begins padding into his bathroom. Quickly, he’s opening up the cabinets looking for some kind of soft cloth, panic setting in when he discovers he doesn’t remember at all where things are in this cursed house. Thoughts are running rampant in his head as minutes tick by: what if she thinks I don’t care, I shouldn’t have left her, fuck, she’s going to leave me.

His bruised hands yank a soft washcloth out of one of the cabinets, his other hand fumbling with the sink handles. Warm water flows out quickly while Nathan shoves the cloth underneath. After a few seconds, he’s bolting out of the bathroom and back to you.

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Victoria: [looking for someone to hang out with] Victoria, scrolling through her contacts: Nathan, Taylor, Courtney, Max. Victoria, confused: Nathan, Taylor, Courtney, Max? Victoria, terrified: Nathan, Taylor, Courtney, Max?! Victoria: How can I only have four friends?! And one of them is Max!

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crazy ass boys gang finding the reader crying

crazy ass boys gang + finding you crying 

billy loomis: Hates seeing you cry but doesn’t panic about it. First things first, he needs to know what’s wrong. He’s patient while you cry through the entire explanation, no matter how long it takes for you to get it out. Once he knows what’s wrong, he’ll hug you until you’ve calmed down. After that, he tries to solve the problem. Very pragmatic about it all.

josh washington: Is no stranger to crying. His sisters cry. His friends cry. He cries. He’s used to it. It still breaks his heart that you’re upset. Goes all out while trying to make you feel better. Will order all your favorite food, run you a bath, light some candles, pour you a glass of wine. Anything and everything you need. You can’t cry if you’re too busy being pampered.

stu macher: Struggles a little with empathy at times, so his gut reaction is not taking it very seriously. If you seem really upset, or you keep crying after he initially tries to cheer you up with jokes or baiting you into getting angry instead of sad, he gets a little anxious. Will do pretty much anything to make you stop crying at this point, because he's now personally uncomfortable. But it seems like he's just stressed about seeing you cry, so it cheers you up a little. It's great to have such a loving boyfriend, after-all.

jd/jason dean: If you’re not crying because someone did something to you, then speak up now or forever hold your peace. Otherwise, he will jump to conclusions and he will go kill someone. Once you assure him that nobody did anything to you (if he believes you), he will comfort you. He’s honestly pretty good at it too. Will hold you for as long as you need and never judge you for anything you say out of frustration or anger. 

kevin khatchadourian: Isn’t very concerned, full-stop. Crying and sadness is an emotion that he’s completely unaccustomed to. He’s observed it, sure, but he doesn’t understand it. Still, he knows it benefits him to get you to stop crying. It also strengthens the bond between you when he does things like comfort you. Since it does have a tangible effect on your relationship, he’ll comfort you. If there’s a problem he can solve even better. If it was a person who made you cry... good luck to them.

nathan prescott: Absolutely panics. Was not born with the ability to comfort anyone. He can’t even self soothe and now he has to help someone else do it? Still, he does hate to see you cry. It’s best if he finds you crying somewhere private. He can’t be caring in front of an audience, no matter how much he may want to. His ego wouldn’t be able to take it. If you’re alone, he’ll do his best. He’ll put on the sounds of whale calls (is that to calm you down or him? who knows), and then just hold you. He’ll listen to whatever you have to say but won’t give any advice. He goes to you for advice, he doesn’t think he has any wisdom to offer you. But just him being there, quietly trying to support you when you can tell just how out of his comfort zone he is, means a lot to you.

sebastian valmont: Is actually very good at comforting you. How people work is his favorite subject. He’s an observer, and a talented one at that. He knows exactly what to do and exactly what will help. If you need a shoulder to cry on, he’s there. If you need someone to bitch to who agrees with everything you say, he’s wonderful. If you need advice, you’ll be shocked at how perfectly he can assess your problem. If you need pampering, he’s got the spa privately booked. By the end of the day, you’ll forget you were upset at all.

david mccall: Babies you. It would be condescending if you didn’t need it so badly. He’s determined to solve all your problems. He wants to be your hero. Something going wrong at work? He’ll step in. A friend stressing you out? He’ll “talk” to them. He pulls you into his lap and makes you pour your aching little heart out. “I’ll take care of it, baby,” and he’s not just sweet talking you. Watch exactly what you say to him, unless you don’t mind him solving certain problems permanently.

sparrow!ben hargreeves: Another one who is awful at comforting you. He didn’t get any comfort growing up and he certainly doesn’t get any now. The way he solves his problems is by taking it out on criminals and having a stiff drink afterwards. Will awkwardly go for holding you and order you not to cry because it will ruin his designer shirt. If that gets a laugh out of you, he’ll breathe a sigh of relief. It makes the situation feel less alien (and scary) to him. He settles on holding you for as long as you need and trying to keep his mouth shut. He can be bitchy when he’s worried and he doesn’t want to set you off into another crying spell. 

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#crazy ass boys gang #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #jd x reader #josh washington x reader #kevin khatchadourian x reader #sebastian valmont x reader #david mccall x reader #nathan prescott x reader #scream imagine #until dawn #umbrella academy #we need to talk about kevin

[candyfloss5000]

Worth the pain

Nathan Prescott x gender neutral reader

(Poorly punctuated and not proof read)

Summary: your life and Nathan's are both fucked up in different ways, but somehow your mangled and spiralling lives have intertwined. You're closer than you've ever imagined anyone could be, but you can't face the feelings that linger around you both, because you can't face loving someone again just for them to leave you to pick up the peices afterwards.

"Bite The Hand" is the song that inspired me to write this.

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Fuck Black-shitting-well academy. The only things it's brought you is more things to tell your imaginary therapist. Like fuck you were going to see a real one. You did that along time ago and the only thing it achieved was people pitying you. You don't need strangers fucking pity for your fucked up life, you already know it's messed up beyond repair, you don't need a fucking therapist to tell you that. Everyone you've spoke about your past to has either given you a disgusted look, or fake pity.

You just want to scream out everything in your mind to someone who won't give you any expression, almost like a blank wall that you can just yell and scream and cry at. That's what Nathan Prescott has become for you and sometimes, you've been that for him as well. You can just talk and talk and talk at him and he'll just sit there, seemingly not paying attention but mentally noting every word you've said. He'll only speak when you request him to, but most of the time he doesn't say anything at all. And you return the favour by letting him vent to you and listen to all his words.

Now, you're both silently laying on Nathan's bed in his dorm, your legs up agaisnt the cushions as you lay the wrong way on the bed. You just stare at the white ceiling, passing a cigarette between each other. You forgot to buy a pack and it's Nathan's last one, so you compromised. You've remained in silence, since you entered his room ages ago, waiting for either one of you to say something.

Nathan hands you the cigarette, after he took a long drag, before breaking the some what comforting silence, "Do you ever think about..." His pause causes you to turn your head to look at him, but he's still staring up at the ceiling. "Getting the fuck outta here? Just fucking off and forgetting about all this shit?"

"Every second of every day." You reply to him, as you pass him the cigarette back.

"But there's always that nagging in the back of your head to just put up with everyone's shit." Nathan speaks for them both and you turn your head to face the ceiling again. Uncontrollable dread sits in your soul, as you try to convince yourself that your past isn't repeating itself yet again. "And it always seems to out weigh the idea of finally being free." He adds to his previous sentence. "I'm gonna get the fuck outta here one day, you know?"

Your anxious mind can't help but pick up on the fact that he said "I'm" and not "we". Has he already decided that you are only a fragment of his life? You should've known better. You told yourself when you went to Blackwell not to get attached to anyone. They'd only leave like every fucker else, you had told yourself. First, it was your mother leaving you for some drugdealing asshole, then it was your childhood friend picking some over girl for you, then your older siblings moved out far away (they still don't try to contact you), which only added to your father's alcoholism. There's always someone else that's the first choice. You gave up trying to get everybody to like you a long time ago.

During your mind's spiralling anxious thoughts, you don't even notice the tear that runs down the side of your face, until a soft hand wipes it away. The physical contact brings you back to reality and you turn your head to face Nathan, who's already looking at you. The cigarette sits in an ashtray that's ontop of his bed. Your eyes stare into his ocean blue ones and you only just realise how close you are, your faces are only a breath away from one another.

"Tell me what's going on up there." He places his hand on the side of your face and slightly taps your forehead to emphasise his words, before tucking the hair that had fallen infront of your face behind your era.

You silently study his face, his blonde soft hair, his angel eyes and your eyes finally land on his red lips. You desperately want to take the leap and kiss him until your lungs begin to burn from the lack of air. You want to hide yourself in his arms, where you're safley locked away from the world. You want him to hold you so delicately, as if you'd break like glass.

You tear your eyes away from his plush lips and sigh as you can't bring yourself to look at him anymore. "I can't keep doing this." You pathetically mutter under your breath, hating the way more salty tears push their way into your eyes.

"Doing what?" Nathan's voice has dropped to a whisper as you looks at you.

"This! I can't keep loving people who leave! I can't let more kindling be added to this burning feeling inside me!" Your voice raises, but you're not angry. You're just so tired and fucking emotionally drained. You try to ignore the never ending stream of tears that flow from your eyes. "It hurts too much and I can't do it anymore!" You subconsciously grasp his shirt, as if that's enough to stop him from disappearing.

Nathan says your name, as quite as a whisper and you just stare into his eyes. The hand on your cheek moves to lightly grasp the back of your scalp and Nathan moves forward to place his forehead agaisnt your own, in an attempt to ground you to the present. "I'm not going anywhere without you. I don't fucking care if it means we travel the entire fucking world, I'm not letting you go." He vows, with such a sincere look in his eyes, a look you've never seen anyone give you before.

Silence falls once again and you're still so close to the point where you can feel each other's breath on your faces. Neither of you can help but glance down at each other's lips. Slowly but surely, your bodies move impossibly closer and your lips dance over one another.

His touch burns and stabs into your soul, but you can't convince yourself to let him go. Nathan's here and he's staying. He's worth the pain.

#Life is strange #life is strange x reader #Nathan prescott #Nathan prescott x reader #max caulfield #Chloe price #Rachel amber #Victoria chase #warren graham #Song fic #Oneshot #Imagine #Fluff #Angst #fluff and angst #Spotify

[smizzy]

do it for u

been YEARSSSS since bts dropped and I don't see more fics than my grandma age n she pushin 90.....

Throwing parties weren't for the weak

but look where u are now

you only thought it was right since the loyl's birthday was in 2 days

Blackwell never knew how you could even spend bills like that when you weren't anywhere close to Victoria and Nathan's social class

you still came thru nonetheless after being accused of embezzlement which is most likely true

anything for Ms. Amber even if you end up in a orange jumpsuit and cuffs

she could read you like a book but she couldn't put her finger on what you were hiding

oh brother if u seen her face the night of her very own night

"HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY RACHELLLLL" darn near all the cities that collectively make Oregon could've heard that

made many people wish their significant other did it for them on their birthday which most likely ended up with a break up..

the REAL meaning of "stuntin on these hoes"

everyone KNOWS who the birthday girl is

someone shares the same birthday and is currently in the birthday bash?????

sorry baby but u gon need 2 gtfo

yes u in fact did get firewalk to get on that stage and sing til their fingers get bloody and can't reach high notes anymore

just to prove how far you'd go for her and Chloe igz

you'd just be sitting in a corner booth with Vic sharing a blunt no wonder why but Rachel still had your attention in the most heart wrenching way

"God you're literally lovesick it's making me actually sick"

we all know she thinks it's absolutely adorable and if the lighting was better she'd snap a pic

maybe she did maybe not....

you'll both find out tomorrow on her insta page :3

after Victoria left and everyone seemed to calm down with drinks in their hands and swaying around.

you seen Rach coming right to you with pure fucking love written all over her face

too bad you were alr meeting her halfway like a moment in a corny movie

"I heard you're the mastermind behind all of this?"

She looked at every aspect of your face and examined your facial features under the bright red light shining upon everyone

"Only for you Rachel Amber"

That might've been the last straw for her to fully decide she wanted to get the hell outta Arcadia bay with you right now

She knew you could possibly end up behind bars before she could even wake up n brush her teeth

"Let's leave....tonight"

#rachel amber x reader #rachel amber #lis rachel amber #before the storm #amberprice #max caulfield #victoria chase #nathan prescott #life is strange x reader #life is strange imagines #rachel amber imagine #chloe price #chloe price x reader

[saikibleh]

Wahh

I really need to start writing Life is Strange fan fiction soon. And I NEED to beg my friends to install Tumblr! It's kind of a shame I have no moots who like Life is Strange yet, but in time, I suppose. Although, my friends keep dissing Nathan Prescott. I'll let you decide if that's a good thing.

#life is strange #life is strange fanfic #life is strange imagine #life is strange x reader #rachel amber #pricefield #max caulfield #warren graham #kate marsh #nathan prescott #victoria chase

[alessiathepirate]

Life is Strange

WHALES: Nathan Prescott x fem!reader

Summary: Falling asleep next to the person you love the most, while the whales are singing in the background...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, hidden references to mental health issues, slight references to sleep disorders

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She found the whale sounds a few months before their relationship took a turn and became something more than simple friendship. If she wanted to be honest she thought it was cute - like hella cute. Imagining him falling asleep to those sounds painted a pretty picture in her head. However, right in the next moment she was full of worry. Did he really needed it to find peace in sleeping?

She brushed it off though, after she saw his embarrassment, and acted like it was nothing. Everyone has their weird habits, right? She never talked to him about it again and seemingly Nathan was okay with it. More like... thankful - as much as he can be.

Later their relationship took turns. Honesty was on the surface, kisses were stolen, feelings were confessed and trust was built... This is where they were now. And it was perfect in it's own way. Sure, it wasn't a flawless, easy relationship. Nathan still had his issues and throwing tantrums about the smallest things weren't unusual. Dating him wasn't easy - it demanded a lot of patience and calmness from her, but it also came with such deep feelings, apologies, the feeling of being safe and loved; that every single moment was worth it.

They were laying in Nathan's bed, her arms tightly around his torso as if she'd be afraid of him disappearing. One of his hands were gently caressing her back, drawing small, imagined circles into her skin.

Their first, but for sure not last night together, in the same bed, in complete comforting silence...

How did they get here?

The girl knocked on Nathan's door not so long ago. She was wearing her pajamas - meaning she walked from the girls' dormitory to his room in it - and she had a small bag on her shoulder. He was angry at first, she could tell. The moment he opened the door she could see the anger in his eyes and that he was ready to punch whoever was in front of the door. However, when he noticed who it was, he smiled. He actually fucking smiled! And it made her heartbeat faster.

"Dana's having a fucking house-party in her dorm, the only fucking time I actually want to sleep." she said with a shy smile. "So... Would you mind if-... You know. I'd stay here tonight?"

He didn't mind, at all.

After a strong and for sure honest "fuck her", he let her in and gently kissed her. The girl smiled. Who would've thought that Nathan Prescott can be such a softie? But all jokes aside, she appreciated and absolutely adored this side of him, mostly because it was something what only existed between the two of them. With her, he really, really wanted to be honest, patient and gentle. And he was. And it was perfect in her eyes even when he didn't think like that about it at all.

"I'll have to get up early if I want to sneak back to my dorm. Like really sneak back... without anyone seeing me." she said after they laid down and she did her best to get as close to him as possible without him feeling forced or uncomfortable.

"You don't have to."

"I know." she smiled. "I'm just so tired of everyone being so damn noisy. Last time I was out with you half of Blackwell knew about it by the morning."

"Fuck them." he said again with sleepy eyes as he kissed the top of her head. "They are just noisy assholes who like to talk. Besides, I can always walk you back there without a problem." he gently touched her waist, making her climb even closer to him. "If I'll want to let you go, that is..."

She let out a small laugh - then she playfully, but carefully punched his arm. "Yeah, I forgot that you can never get in trouble."

Nathan just let out a hum and as she put her head on his chest, she could feel it slightly raising.

"Maybe I should just stay here and get in trouble." she said after a few long moments of silence. "Will you get in trouble with me?" she looked up at him with curious eyes, but the childlike playfulness was still shining behind her irises.

"Or maybe we can go out and get breakfast instead of going to class? How does it sound?"

Damn that smirk, she thought as she got lost in his eyes for a second. That smirk he had when he got both coy and flirty. How his lips curled into a smile... And how no matter he was smirking, his eyes were still shining from childish naught. There was just something so god damn irresistible in it, in his whole presence that she wanted to hate it so bad, yet couldn't.

Her lips curled up into a smile as well. "If we can get waffles, I'm yours."

Nathan just smiled back, letting out a chuckle and nothing could get that smile off his face as he felt her arms around his torso. She was laying her head on his chest again, listening to his hearbeat.

"I like your bedhead."

She just grinned when she heard his words. "Look who's talking." and after a few seconds she added: "And I like how damn comfortable you are."

Everything became quiet after that. Neither of them talked or tried to talk - not like they needed words to understand the other. She was comfortably laying on top of him under the covers, feeling the heat radiating off of their bodies. The only noises they could hear were pretty quiet. It was coming from other students' dorm room and she had a feeling that Warren is up, watching some even for her too bloody, weird ass movies. As Nathan's chest rose and lowered back as he breathed and as his heartbeat sounded so calming, she could feel her eyelids becoming heavier and heavier - and when she felt his hands drawing different figures into her skin, she almost fell asleep.

If she wanted to be honest, Nathan wasn't the only one who had difficulties with falling asleep. She was up most of the nights studying, reading, watching some movies or listening to some music - so she won't hear the loud sounds coming from the others' rooms. Falling asleep is... difficult. There were times when she fell asleep in class or when she walked to school with teary eyes caused by tiredness.

Not these days though - she was tired, that much is true, but she had Nathan by her side who's presence energized her more than she could've ever imagine.

Laying down with him though... it's a comletely different story. It's so damn peaceful and calming.

But suddenly she opened her eyes and sat up, looking at Nathan who looked back at her with sleepy, but questioning eyes.

"Turn on the whale sounds." she said kindly and lovingly - seemingly her words startled him.

"Why would-"

"No, you don't understand!" she interrupted, making him shut up. "I want you to sleep, like actually, peacfully sleep. So turn on the whale sounds... please. It won't bother me!"

Embarrassment - that was all she was able to read from his facial expressions and she got worried for a few moments there, until it turned into adoration.

"Look, Nate, it's fine... I just really want you to get some sleep."

"It doesn't make it less weird or fucked up though. Just- just get some sleep, I'll be fine-"

But she already stood up and walked towards the small shelf to turn on the speaker and a few short moments later, all they could hear was the sounds of the whales. Her lips curled upwards looking at her boyfriends, whose eyes were slightly red from the tiredness; yet he looked at her so lovingly that she felt her cheeks heat up.

When she sat back down next to him, Nathan greeted her with a kiss - what was full of the thankful feelings he couldn't explain, but definitely was able to show. She just gently touched his neck, then dragged her fingers through his hair, carefully playing with it.

"God, what've I ever done to deserve you?"

The sweet question made her heart skip a beat after the kiss ended, both from being touched by the words and being worried - because even after all this time he didn't understand the simple fact that he deserved all the affection and love he got.

She didn't say any of that out loud though - she couldn't explain it the way it needed to be explained. So she just grinned and said: "I hope you meant it as a compliment!"

Nathan just chuckled.

"I'll sure as hell buy you waffles tomorrow."

They layed down again, this time he hugged her as tightly and lovingly as he possibly could - and she was sure he wanted to show how much he appreciated that she didn't only remember, but also accepted his weird, yet cute habit. The duvet was over them, making the position even more comfortable.

The whales were quietly singing in the background - and when Nathan's breathing slowed down, she carefully moved not wake him up, and observed his expressions. He fell asleep. Peacfully, calmly, next to her. She felt happy, because she knew he'll at least get some well deserved rest.

As she looked at him, she had the urge to just climb out of bed and steal his camera, only to take that perfect shot Mr. Jefferson was always talking about. But she knew better then to move - he's probably a light sleeper. This wasn't the right time for experiments.

That night, after three long days, she finally slept well next to the person who she loved the most.

#life is strange #nathan prescott x reader #nathan prescott #life is strange x reader #fem!reader #nathan prescott x fem!reader

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

I’ve been getting into life is strange and I was always curious. What if Mark Jefferson had a daughter and they moved because his wife just left him a note and ran off. His anger comes out and destroys the apartment. He manipulates his kid when this happens, wanting to maintain the little control he has. They move to Arcadia Bay and his kid adjusts well considering. Then he takes Nathan under his wing to help get his hobby going. Then he finds out that Nathan has been taking photos of his daughter when she’s not looking…….serial killer side of him comes out and makes it very clear to Nathan his daughter is off limits from their little hobby.

See my masterlist here!

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×A/N×

omg I really love the last sentence of this

I mean- I love all of this, but-

I know that it would be better if I would write an oneshot of this, but the last time when I did the same thing with a promised oneshot, the work was... pretty bad-

I hope you don't mind it! ^^"

Btw I'm happy about you're planning to join to the LiS community, or at least you're curious/interested about it! Unfortunately in my social group there aren't really people who knows the fandom, so I'm always happy about new fans! ^^

And sorry bc I didn't answer this inbox, I just wanted to get done with the Welcome Home headcanons :")

Anyway, in these hcs I will be a bit negative about Mark, but I still love him -//w//-

(I'm actually planning to write more x readers about him-)

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff and definitely not fluff, dad moments, Mark is not the greatest father, there's also my thoughts in this, pls forgive him, this is not x reader, (bad) father-daughter realtionship, no pronouns used, but the reader is female, spelling mistakes, mention of kidnapping, mention of the Dark Room

Fandom: Life is Strange (1)

Charcter(s): Mark Jefferson, Mark's daughter|You| (Y/N) | The Reader, Nathan Prescott (mentioned), Warren Graham (mentioned), Max Caulfield (mentioned), Rachel Amber (mentioned)

Ship(s): Warren Graham x Reader (ex.), Nathan Prescott x Reader (ex.), Max Caulfield x Reader (ex.)

Type: Headcanons

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𝐈𝐟 (𝐘/𝐍) 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞��𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫… (𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐜𝐬)

—❢—

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: Hayloft by Mother Mother

(A.n: 'Cause this is the next on my playlist and I love it so much lol)

“My daddy's got a gun

You better run”

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Oki, let's start with some sweet ones:

• If he's not tired, then prepare for breakfast in bed

• "Did you sleep good, hon?"

• morning kisses 🥺❤

• while you cry on him, he would gently caress you

• "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart."

Now, some serious stuff:

• He wouldn't be the greatest father tho, I think

• still, I think he would be protective about his daughter

• 'cause of his hobby and about boys in general lol

• Seriously I think he would feel safer if you would chose girls instead

• but it's your choice ofc

• He will definitely talk about his job and of photography ofc

• If his daughter not interested, then he won't push it

• ofc, he will be a bit bitter

• but he understands it

• Although, he will mention or talk about it just a bit sometimes

• But if you are interested in photography

• be prepared that photography will be you two's first or at least second topic

• he's a real teacher, so you won't have problem to learn from him

• Actually I think he would be happy about that there's something that you both can talk about

• (at least the suspense will be less from you, and it helps him to keep you away from his crazy hobby)

• Don't mention Mom.

• You will see him less more, when you are old enough to be left alone

• He comes home late, and he does this more often

• "Dad?" you asked unsurely when he picked up the phone. You were worried, so you choose to give him call. Is teaching lasts this long? "Where are you?"

"Oh... Daddy's working right now, sweetheart. I promise, I will be home soon, okay?"

And he kept saying this after hours and hours.

• Get used to that you will be alone for a long time

• He will ask you teasingly about if you like someone

• but the real reason is that he wants to know who he has to deal with

• his reactions depends on the person

• If the person is Nathan (who is his... well, let's say partner of those insane things), he will be definitely more protective and will keep an eye on both of you for a long time

• deadly and serious threats ahead, if he still won't leave you alone

• he will be potective because he knows Nathan very well and the crimes that himself he commited, and other side bc he's a father and he wants to keep his beautiful daughter safe

• But if the person would be for example Max, he would be more relaxed

• (He would even think trough her kidnapping. There's a chance that he won't hurt her. Even if it's hard for him to conntrol his sick addiction)

• He still tests her if she's good enough for you, but he will be more easier on her

• OR let's say the person is Warren-

• "The geek?"

"Dad!"

• He doesn't know that much about him

• and bc of this he will definitely test him

• I mean he doesn't mind that you're with smart boys

• but you know, he has to make sure

• Now, I think we're almost there at the end of these hcs-

• You sat in the can uncomfortably. You tried to make yourself comfortable, but it didn't help.

"So, was the test okay?" you heard you father next beside you.

You nodded, even if you knew that he doesn't see you 'cause he's focusing on the road.

"Dad?" You spoke unsurely, don't know how to say out loud your thoughts.

"Yes, sweetie?" He glanced at you with a kind smile on his face, but it dissapeared when he saw how stressed you were. "What's wrong, honey?"

You tried to swallow the nervousness, but it was worthless and didn't help at all.

"So, you know those Rachel Amber missing posters? They're almost everywhere."

Mark could feel how his heart skipped a beat. Now he started to feel nervous as well.

"Yes, dear?" Focus on the road. Focus on the road. Focus on the road. Focus on the road.

"Did you know her?"

He let out a small sigh. He didn't want that his daughter notice that he's nervous. He tried to act calmly.

"No, sweetheart." he spoke as he hid away the frustration in his voice.

"Okay." you said quietly. You sounded convinced.

He carefully glanced at you again.

"Are you scared?"

There was a couple of seconds until you answered.

"Maybe... I don't wanna imagine what terrible things those people did to her. But my mind keep distracting me, even if I don't want to think about it."

You could feel the gentle touch of his warm hands.

"Don't worry, hon. I'll keep you safe."

And with that you were convinced that your dad is there and you're more than safe with him.

• Why would he be a bad father?

I think his psychotic hobby would be more important to him than his own daughter. He would be definitely overprotective about you, but also he wouldn't be there for you. Like there's no movie night, cause again, he has things to do in the Dark Room.

Yes, he would care about his daughter, he would also be a good listener, but you rarely meet him. He wouldn't be there for you when you need him.

I don't think he would hurt his daughter physically, but don't test him. He's enough stressed about his victims.

And he would pay too much attention about keeping you safe.

From his hobby, from Nathan, from everything.

#life is strange #lis #lis 1 #life is strange 1 #mark jefferson #mark jefferson life is strange #mr jefferson #mark jefferson lis #mr jefferson life is strange #max life is strange #life is strange x reader #max caulfield #warren graham #nathan prescott #rachel amber #max caulfield life is strange #warren graham x reader #max caulfield x reader #nathan prescott x reader #lis imagine #lis x reader

[emma-cantmakeuphermind]

Just A Project | II

Nathan Prescott x Reader

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Warnings: slightly ooc nathan, swearing obvi

Words: 894

I’m in my last class, Chemistry. Trust me, I love Mrs. Grant and all, but she rambles way too much. She’s holding dismissal… has been for 10 minutes. ‘Don’t be late.’ Nathan’s words ring in my ears. Please let me out of here. And like God himself heard my plea, Mrs. Grant finally let up. “Okay kids, go do whatever you kids do these days. And stay safe!” The entire class let out a sigh of relief, and happily left her room.

As I’m walking out I run into someone. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” I apologize, as we bumped into them pretty hard. The other person speaks with a bit of a chuckle, “Nah, It’s all good.” I immediately recognize the voice, and look up at them. “Warren! Hey.” I greet him properly. I’m actually pretty good friends with Warren, he’s a nice guy, plus he always helps with my Chem work. Not to mention that he has the biggest crush on our mutual friend, Max. Which I help him with in return for the Chem help.

“How are you, Y/N? You look kind of stressed.” He says in that caring tone, always genuine. “Sorry Warren, I’m just in a bit of a hurry.” He nods in understanding. “I gotta meet up with someone, for a photography project.” I continue, and Warren says, “Oh alright, I won’t keep you hostage then.” He jokes. “I just wanted to ask you real quick if you wanted to borrow my drive.” I look at him a little confused not understanding why I would want to borrow a flash drive. He must’ve noticed my confusion because he starts to explain. “It’s just got a bunch of movies on it, you know the classics. None of that new age crap with no plot.” My face lights up with clarity. I nod and say, “Actually, yeah that’ll be great.” Warren looks pleased and tells me he’ll drop it off at my dorm soon. We say bye and head our separate ways. I’m now 15 minutes late.

God, Nathan’s gonna be pissed.

As I was walking to the boys dorms, I was oh so lucky to stumble across Deputy Dilweed. Aka Mr. Madsen. “Young lady, what on earth are you doing on the boy’s dorm campus?!” His usual shouts tick me off as I’m already late to meeting Nathan, and I really don’t wanna hear his bitching. “I have a project to do. For Mr. Jefferson.” I say innocently. “I don’t care if you have a project. You are not allowed to be here. Whoever your partner is can wait.” He said smugly, clearly not letting up.

An idea came to me. I’ll smack that smirk right off his face. “Actually, I’m already late, and Nathan Prescott does not like to be kept waiting.” I finished with my own sly smirk, watching the color drain from his face. “I apologize. Go ahead.” He moves out of my way with his head down in embarrassment. Maybe Nathan does come with a few perks. I make my way into the building, starting my journey to find his room.

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Walking down the 2nd floor hall of the boys dorms, I look at my watch. Great, I'm 30 minutes late and I still haven't found this boy’s dorm. I keep walking looking at all the white boards when I see one that reads, ‘The Prescotts Own You’. Yeah, okay, not obvious at all. I hold my breath as I knock on the door a couple of times. Nothing. I sigh for a moment, thinking I was totally screwed. I raise my fist to knock again, but before I’m able to, the door swings open with a blank faced expression on Nathan’s face.

I drop my hand, embarrassed, and albeit, a little scared. “You’re late. I told you to not be late.” He sounds pissed, but his face doesn’t show it. He lets me in nonchalantly, plopping down on his couch. “I’m really sorry, honestly. First Mrs. Grant held dismissal, then I ran into someone, and Deputy Dickhole gave me a hard time getting up here. Not to mention I was roaming the campus for way too long trying to find you room.” I say in one big breath, letting out a sigh.

“Madsen?” Nathan says now sounding genuinely pissed. “That prick? I’ll talk to him about it.” I was shocked to say the least, awkwardly shifting beside his sitting figure. “Sit.” He said. “Right..” I say shyly, and I sit down beside him. I take a moment to take in his room, very dark, and monochrome. Pictures of obscure and abstract visuals hang on his walls. Some of which are his own work, others aren’t. He has some sort of fancy projector set up. An interest in film maybe?

Anyway I turn my attention back to Nathan, and to my surprise, he’s already looking at me. He doesn’t break eye contact, not immediately anyways. After a second he looks away. “So, we just gotta take a few pictures of each other.” He says coolly. “And two environmental shots.” I gently corrected. “Whatthefuckever.” He pressed. “Listen I already don’t wanna do this, so let’s just hurry up and get this over with.” He stands up grabbing one of his many cameras, messing with the settings. I have a feeling tonight's gonna be a long night.

#lis #life is strange #life is strange x reader #life is strange imagine #lis nathan prescott #nathan prescott imagine #nathan prescott x reader #nathan prescott #warren graham #warren graham x reader

[wasabidottie]

Loser Monologue (Nathan Prescott)

A/n: ah! this is my first tumblr post and first time writing a fanfic (If thats what you'd call it?!?) in 6 years. Let me know if i should fix anything ig?!? this fic is inspired by loser monologue by sign crushes motorist

Blackwell Academy stood as a silent witness to the echoes of a past that still haunted Nathan Prescott's thoughts. The corridors whispered of friendships forgotten and fractured. Among those memories, there was one that resonated deeper than the rest, one person who had left an indelible mark on his heart. She had been the light to his darkness, a friend who had seen through the façade he presented to the world. She had held his secrets and his pain, offering understanding and compassion when he needed it most. They had shared countless conversations, a bond that transcended the superficial, and yet, his own demons had driven them apart.

I stare at your pictures for hours on end Dreaming, fantasizing about holding you Feeling my hands on your bare skin Just being with you But I know it'll never happen But I can't stop myself from fantasizing

His heart ached as he remembered the stolen moments he had spent gazing at her photographs, his imagination weaving scenarios that would never come to pass. He wished he could turn back time, rewrite the story that had led them to this point. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the campus. Nathan stood in the shadows of his dorm. He traced his fingers over a sketch she had left behind, her talent evident in every stroke. The memory of their laughter, their shared dreams, flooded his senses.

Every word you say sends goosebumps all over my body I've tried for so long not to look at you To not look at pictures of you To cut off all contact with you But I can't stop I can't stop how I feel I don't know if I'll ever stop feeling this way At least not for a long time

His feelings for her had grown beyond friendship, beyond the boundaries of his understanding. The depth of his emotions terrified him, leaving him torn between the fear of rejection and the longing to hold her close. Nathan sat on a bench in the campus garden, the moonlight casting a soft glow around him. His thoughts were a whirlwind of memories, regret, and a love he had never been able to comprehend. He murmured his regrets into the night, the words a whispered plea to a universe that seemed indifferent: "I wish you'd look at me the way I look at you. I wish I could be with you."

Weeks turned into months, and Nathan's determination to mend his broken pieces grew stronger. He sought therapy, confronted his fears, and wrestled with the tangle of emotions within him. But the memories of her continued to haunt him, her absence a void he could never quite fill. He stood before a shoebox hidden under his bed, its contents a collection of photographs that chronicled their time together. He had tried to get rid of them, to erase the reminders of what he had lost, but he couldn't bring himself to let go. Each photo was a piece of her he could hold onto, a tether to a time when he had felt normal, when he had felt alive.

I just want to feel the warmth of your body next to mine To see your smile I want to play with your hair See it shine under the sun as it hits you just right I want to watch the sun sink behind the heavens with you Talk, laugh, make out Anything I just want anything from you

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be transported back to those moments when her laughter had been his lifeline, her presence a balm to his scars. He found himself drawn to the glow of the school's art gallery. A soft hum of voices and the dim light spilled from within. Curiosity tugged at him, urging him to step inside.

As he entered the gallery, his eyes widened in surprise. The walls were adorned with artwork, some of it hers. Vibrant paintings that captured a kaleidoscope of emotions and stories littered the wall. A harsh contrast to the monochrome pieces Nathan gravitated to. Each canvas seemed to hold a piece of her heart, a glimpse into her world that he had missed in their time apart.

And there, in the center of the gallery, she stood, her back turned to him as she spoke to a group of art enthusiasts. The sight of her was a reminder of the bond they had shared and the emotions he had suppressed for far too long.

He moved closer, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the grace with which she moved, the passion that radiated from her very being. It was as if the gallery held not just her art, but her essence, her spirit.

Nathan's gaze shifted to a particular painting—a canvas that depicted a couple beneath a starlit sky, their silhouettes locked in a tender embrace. It was a scene that felt achingly familiar, as if it echoed the unspoken longing he had carried for her all these years.

The words he had held back, the feelings he had concealed, surged to the surface. The urge to reach out, to finally voice his emotions, grew irresistible. He took a hesitant step forward, his voice quivering as he called her name

#nathan prescott x reader #life is strange #idk how to tag #song #this song makes me sob #rachel amber #max caulfield #nathan prescott #nathan prescott x oc #This took a bit too long #im not 100 on how to write for nathan #Hes not angsty enough #friends to lovers #if you squint #warren graham #life is strange x reader

[blackwell-academys-airdrop]

Nathan: I think I did something terrible

Rachel: It's okay, I have a shovel

Nathan: Wait, what do you think I did!?

Rachel: It doesn't matter, nobody will ever know

#incorrect quotes #life is strange #lis #nathan prescott #rachel amber #queue #why would rachel be offering this to him? I don't know. maybe they would be friends in a different universe #they both have mental illness and severe parental trauma #okay that covers the entire cast. never mind #just. imagine this takes place in a non-canon setting I guess

[slasherscream]

the crazy ass boys gang or yandere until dawn boys spending the holidays with the reader/reader’s family? 👀

A/N: a little late on this but better now than never! happy holidays my loves (tried to keep the headcanons vague so you could imagine a variety of winter holidays in here, but i'm sorry if it's still christmas centric, honey, that's what i celebrate and so i tend to get carried away with it)

TIP-JAR

crazy ass boys gang + spending the holidays with reader

billy loomis:

It will be a hard sell to get him to enjoy the holidays with you. I won't lie to you. The reason? Besides the fact that he thinks he's too cool for the holidays, they bring up a lot of.... undealt with feelings regarding his own family. You might be tempted to let him grump it out because that will be easier. Resist! He wants you to pull him from his totally-not-seasonal-depression into holiday bliss with you. He just wants you to earn it.

So put on your working boots and get to it. Drag him into tradition, decorate the house, fill it with the smell of well-cooked food. Eventually, the cheer and vigor with which you do everything will get to him. He'll begrudgingly join in and find himself enjoying the holidays for the first time in years.

Pick one battle at a time and leave the roadblock of celebrating with your family for next year's holiday season. Trust me.

josh washington:

Polar opposite of Billy. He loves the holidays. All of the holidays! He's incredibly happy to spend them with you, no matter how many years you've spent them together before. Each year feels special to him, in the corniest way possible.

The biggest problem during the holiday season is deciding who you'll be celebrating with. Are you going to party with mutual friends this year? Go to his family's house or yours? Everyone wants to see you two during the holidays. You're everyone's favorite couple.

You two sometimes stretch yourselves a little thin, practically promising to be in two places at once! While that can add stress to the most magical time of the year, you try and relax and focus on what really matters in your few moments of downtime: each other.

stu macher:

Stu isn't one for traditional holidays at home with the family because that's never how he spent his growing up. The holidays meant trips around the world to far-off places. He doesn't want to give that up now that you're together. In fact, he wants to travel even more, especially if you aren't well-traveled.

The holidays for Stu are synonymous with adventure. If you humor him, he'll make it worth your while and let you pick the location of your trip. The best part is, no matter how expensive the trip gets, he pays for the whole thing.

His family has the money. Why not spend it? Actually, the best part is one of his love languages, as a rich boy, is gift-giving... and he does not consider paying for the holiday vacation his holiday gift to you. You're getting that expensive vacation plus a boatload of gifts under the Christmas tree. He knows how to spoil his partner when he wants to, that's for sure.

jd/jason dean:

Is completely willing to spend the holidays with your family (but I cannot stress this enough); do not take him home to celebrate with your family unless you have a perfect relationship with every single member. He will sense discord in relationships and he will choose to say the tiniest remark perfect for igniting holiday chaos and discontent.

Why? He couldn't tell you why. Maybe chaos is more fun than holiday harmony. When he senses a problem, his instinct is to dig into that problem to find its source. It's an addiction of his.

Other than that, during the holidays, instead of succumbing to melancholy over the past, he strives to make your time together as sweet as possible. He goes along with tradition with minimal cynical commentary and enjoys the happiness the holidays bring you. If you're content, he's content.

kevin khatchadourian:

As disrespectfully as possible, he hates the holidays and hates that you want to celebrate them. Any of them. The more you push, the more irritated he becomes.

Everything about the holidays highlights all the parts of society he finds most unpalatable. The fake cheer people greet each other with. Consumerism. The vigor with which they adore and worship their religious figures. It all makes him sick.

Still... there is a certain glow about you around this time of year. So when you ask him to do things, he goes along with your inane wishes with gritted teeth holding back the venomous words he wants so badly to say (do you have any idea how much he holds back for your sake?) Compliance is truly the best gift you can receive from Kevin any time of year.

nathan prescott:

Before you, he'd spend most of his holidays under the influence of whatever substance he could get his hands on first. He's slowed down on the abuse of most things since being with you. Still, the holidays are no walk in the park for him.

There's no way you'll spend the holidays with his family, even if his father "requested" his presence. He'd break his own leg to keep from having to look his father in the eye.

When you bring up the possibility of spending the holidays with your family, he's a little upset, he wanted to spend the holidays with you. When you clarify that you meant the two of you spending time with your family... well, he had a small panic attack, admittedly.

No matter how much you reassure him that everything will be fine, nothing helps until he actually meets your family and is warmly received. He'll be a little awkward the entire time, but the sheer warmth of love coming from everyone around him is enough to make him cry. Come next year it will be Nathan who suggests spending the holidays with your family again.

sebastian valmont:

To Sebastian, the holidays means receiving a few very expensive (but ultimately quite meaningless) gifts from his father which he reciprocates and then going back to pretending, like neither the holidays nor his father, exist. Cold? Certainly. Sad? Absolutely. But that's how it's always been.

If there was ever a Christmas full of love, it happened before he could remember, so it might as well have never happened at all.

Now you're here and things are different. There's a buzz in the air this time of year. You talk, you dance, you cook, you smile. You do everything together, attached at the hip. You drag him to spend time with your family and even that is tolerable, and Sebastian hates spending time with anyone's family (even yours.)

Being with you has been blissful, even with everything you had to overcome to be happy with one another. How well the holidays went will cement the knowledge in his head that you're what's it for him. You're what he wants, for now and always.

He'll surprise you on New Years Eve with one last tiny present, or that's what he tells you, as he puts you in the car and drives you to an unknown location, blindfolded the whole way there. When you arrive, he'll guide you tenderly up some steps and through a door, and then he'll take off the blindfold. You'll be standing in the most beautiful home you've ever seen. A place plucked directly from your wildest dreams (or all your late night talks with Sebastian).

"Move in with me?" He'd say, somehow smug and earnest at the exact same time.

It's a wonderful way to bring in the New Year.

david mccall:

Will insist on spending time with your family if your relationship with them is good. But if it's bad? Even better, he gets you all to himself.

Goes along with everything you want to do. He's at your beck and call. Whatever you want is yours and nothing you ask is too much. He'll cook with you for hours. He'll clean the house from top to bottom and then smile when you tell him you still have to decorate together. He loves the domesticity of it all.

When you give him his gift he'll be genuinely choked up. You'd already discussed the fact that you were exchanging gifts this year, but it still moves him to receive this physical reminder that you know him, and that you care. Frankly, he hasn't received many gifts in the course of his lifetime. Yours means everything to him.

Even though you both agreed to just one gift each, when you wake up that morning there will be a pile of gifts waiting for you. What can David say? He likes to spoil you.

sparrow!ben hargreeves:

The holidays are the busiest time of year when it comes to preventing crime. People are more desperate around the holidays, more prone to violence than words during the most "magical" time of the year. The holidays have never meant much, just a promise of more crime to fight. Still, this is the worst holiday for him yet.

Stuck in some strange, alternate world his father created, all his Sparrow siblings dead and all the Umbrellas having gone their separate ways? When he's not fighting crime, he's keeping himself wasted. Rebuilding a legacy for himself as a superhero when he did all this groundwork for himself when he was just a kid in the original timeline. It's brutal. It's humiliating.

It's not all bad though... there is, of course, you. The super-powered plus one that the Umbrellas had dragged along through two separate apocalypses until you'd apparently manifested into his reality. When everyone went their separate ways, you'd, for some reason, stuck with Ben.

He tries to pretend, but you both know he's grateful for your company, even though he's an asshole on his best of days.

You're not an Umbrella anymore. And he isn't a Sparrow. Now you're a super-hero duo and it works, somehow. You make a good team.

In a short time, against the odds (the odds being Ben's award-winning personality), you've become friends. Maybe even a weird, two-person family. Except he's pretty sure most families don't have the suffocating amount of sexual tension you do.

You've kissed before. Under the light of a dying universe, when you were pretty sure you were both going to cease to exist. You opened up to each other that night. But then there was the stress of... kinda saving the world? And then you wound up in this new, broken, strange one. You haven't talked about the kiss since.

He feels like he's going crazy.

Especially because you live together. He's not sure why he insisted on moving in together (because he's in love with you? because he's never lived alone before? because he misses his family?) but he did. Now he deals with the consequences every day. He hears you singing in the shower to start your day. He hatefully makes you cups of coffee that he insists are poison for the body (don't bring up the fact that he got blackout last night) when you have a long day ahead of you. He preps you for the interviews you two have started doing together, the whole world entranced by this new super-hero duo that the two of you make. He even holds your hand before your public appearances, because he knows you get stage fright.

There's something deeply wrong with him.

He tries to get you both to focus on crime this year, but you fight him every step of the way. Let's decorate, you chirp! Let's watch holiday movies, you smile. Let's cook our favorite foods together instead of getting them delivered, you beg. It's all maddening!

And now, having made it through all the holidays relatively emotionally distant and unscathed, you have the nerve to be laid up against him, staring up at him with big, drooping eyes waiting for midnight to hit on New Years Eve, and you ask him if he misses his family.

He snaps and finally kisses you, months of wanting and waiting and burning boiling over into this moment.

How could he miss his family when you're sitting right beside him?

#crazy ass boys gang #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #jd x reader #josh washington x reader #nathan prescott x reader #kevin khatchadourian imagine #kevin khatchadourian x reader #david mccall x reader #sebastian valmont x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #sparrow ben #my ben hargreeves bias is showing in this collection i'm sorry guys #he's my MUSE the love of my LIFE #happy holidays!

[dystopianam]

I don't know what you think but in my head while Romeo has the reputation of being a womanizer, in my opinion it's Mercutio and Tybalt who are more successful with girls (and boys?)

Like...if we look at it in a stereotyped context of TV series or anime stuff, if we forget the slightly derp faces of the sims... (in my mind Veronaville teens are all models, ok???)

Romeo is like...cute?? The short cute boy but

Mercutio is the good-looking, slightly reckless good boy, tall, muscular, with dark skin, while Tybalt is the rich boy with problems (someone compared him to Nathan Prescott from Life is Strange and I swear I imagine him similar for mental stress) and the bad boy, tall and thin with icy eyes.

In my opinion their feud would also exist at school if for some reason the Montys managed to get into private school. Like there would be fangirls and fanboys with two different fanclubs arguing over whether Mercutio or Tybalt is cooler.

#the sims 2 #veronaville #romeo monty #tybalt capp