Never - Nathan Prescott x Reader
|| Mother Prescott: OKAY SO I’M REALLY NERVOUS BECAUSE THIS IS MY FIRST READER INSERT THAT I’M ACTUALLY MAKING PUBLIC AND IM REALLY TERRIFIED. so if It has some flaws, I am sooooo sorry D’: ||
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Character(s)- Nathan Prescott, (Only for a little bit) Warren Graham, Max Caulfield, and Chloe Price
Prompt: Character A being different and treated like a monster while character B gets up the courage to stand up for character A which kind of leads to fumbled kisses and slight touches that make their faces burn up. (Kinda altered it to fit when he gets hurt by Warren.)
Prompt Credit: http://fanficy-prompts.tumblr.com/
PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE FOLLOWING
Warnings- Language, Abuse, Some Fluff(?), mentions of cutting
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You paced around your room slightly, struggling to put on your skinny jeans. “Come on, you fucker!” You whined out, flopping your back onto your bed while literally thrusting your hips up in an attempt to get the dark blue jeans past your ass. Why were you even rushing anyway? Perhaps it was because Nathan has texted you, saying how he wanted you to come to his dorm room to talk. You knew you could potentially get in trouble, but talking with Nathan was quite calming even if he has his rage moments while you two talked and…you liked that about him even when others didn’t.
Finally winning the war over your jeans, you smiled happily and went towards your mirror, turning around slightly in your outfit. You played with your hair slightly and grinned widely before making sure to put your phone in your back pocket and walked out of your room, closing the door behind you. Looking down the dorm to where the exit was, you let out a small and relaxed sigh while walking towards the door. Everything was pretty calm, besides Dana practicing her cheers for the Bigfoots game that was coming up soon and that made you smile towards her when she locked eyes with you and she smiled back. Quickly, you hurried out of the girl’s dorm and went to boy’s dormitories. While on your way, you began to compose a text to the Prescott.
{ Text - To: Nathan 3:29pm }
hey im omw. we still good?
Hitting send, you kept your eyes glued to your screen as you took your time. A lot of people sent texts to you and you just never read them unless they were from the people you didn’t strongly dislike. Checking your surroundings, you opened the door that led to the boy’s dorm and that’s when you saw him. Nathan was on the ground, crying and yelping while Warren Graham was beating him senseless while Max and a punk girl with blue hair watched.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” You scream, dropping your phone and rushing to Nathan where you shoved Warren away aggressively.
“(Y/n), I-I’m..” Warren began, panting as he tried to find the words, but you gave him a cold look.
“Get the fuck out of here! All of you!” You yelled even louder this time before bringing your full attention to Nathan who was covering his bruised and bloodied face. Max, Warren, and that punk girl left without another word and once the door closed, you gently took his hands away from his face as Nathan held back the urge to cry.
“I-I’m sorry…so sorry..” Nathan whispered out, a little bit of drool coming down from his lips as he spoke since his cheek was swollen. You shake your head, turning around to grab your phone, then turned back around to Nathan and gently help him up to his feet, his arm wrapping around your shoulder so you could walk him to his room.
“Don’t be sorry.” You stated as Nathan whimpered and stopped with you at his door, taking his keys out and unlocking it. You opened the door and walked into the welcoming dimmed room, you went to his bed and gently sat him down. “It’s going to be fine, Nate.” You say while going to his door and closing it, then looked under his bed, seeing the med-kit underneath.
Grabbing it, you stand up and plop yourself down next to the rich kid. He seemed calmer now, but he remained silent. “I have to clean your face, so this may hurt.” You warned him while putting some rubbing alcohol on a piece of cloth before turning to him and he face you, his eyes locked onto yours. Bringing the cloth up, you gently pressed it to his bruised, cut up skin.
“Ow! What the flying fuck!? You fucking bitch!” Nathan hissed out, moving away quickly from the pain.
“Don’t be such a baby, Nathan. It’s going to help you, now just..stay still or else this is going to hurt more.” You advised, cupping his chin with your fingers to make sure he couldn’t move away this time. Nathan would hiss here and there, but soon remained silent, his crystal blue eyes focused on your face, your facial expressions…just how you were looking at him with such care and comfort.
Nathan liked this, having all of your attention just for him. Even if he didn’t think it would be in this way, you babying him… He enjoyed the gentle care you put into cleaning his cuts, especially the one on his nose, his busted lip, and having you hold his chin still. As soon as the gentle tps of cloth were there, they soon disappeared which made Nathan come back to reality and raise an eyebrow slightly as he watched you.
You on the other hand, were worrying if Warren had injured any ribs due to you witnessing him kick Nathan on the ground. “I need you to remove your shirt.” You say while going through the medkit with a small frown.
“Remove my shirt? Whateverthefuck? Why?” He asked, his busted lip giving him somewhat of a lisp. “Ohhh, I see. You just want a chance to see me shirtless, right?” He asked with a smug smirk which made you roll your eyes and sigh.
“Yeah, because I totally want to see that, Nate.” You joke with a smirk before smiling. “I want to see if Warren could of caused bruising to your ribs.” You explain gently which just made Nathan frowned.
“You really think Gay-ham is strong enough to hurt me like that? He couldn’t even fucking hurt me even if he tried.” Nathan growled out defensively, which only made you sigh, that smile disappearing.
“Nathan, please.” You begged with a frown. You weren’t going to comment back to what he said, you wouldn’t dare. Nathan rolled his eyes with an annoyed groan and began to take off his jacket, then his dark blue button up, leaving his white t-shirt on. “Thank you.” You nodded to him and frowned a little bit more. “Do you think you could lift your shirt a little bit?” “Whatever.”
He did as asked and raised the shirt up slightly, revealing faint bruises which made your heart sink down. “Alright, thank you.” You whispered gently to him and he nodded, pulling his shirt back down and leaned back, using his hands to keep himself propped up. That’s when you noticed them.
“Nathan? What are those?” You asked softly, pointing to his arms that had the very faint marks of cuts. The Prescott groaned, annoyed.
“They’re drawings. What the fuck do you think they are.” He snapped out defensively. “Are you happy now? Hm? You get to see the marks of Nathan Prescott! Whoop-De-Fuckin’-Doo.” He shouted at your face, but you remained calm, which only angered him more. He wanted you to be scared of him, he wanted you to go away, but also to stay. Nathan didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore, especially you, but he wanted you to show some other emotion than..compassion.
Upon hearing you say nothing, he went to grab for his button up, but you grabbed his wrist gently to stop him, which made his eyes snap to your hand. “The fuck you think you’re-” His voice slowly went silent as your lips gently touched one of the scars. The expression of anger soon disappeared from his features as he just watched you with a blank expression.
With each mark, a kiss was placed, all the way up to his elbow on one arm and then moved to the next arm. He continued to say nothing, the kisses you were leaving on his skin burned, but it was a warm burning sensation, not the burn that was cold and sharp from the blade he felt when he first etched them into his skin.
“(Y/n)..” He mumbled out calmly as your lips rested on his arm on the last mark before you raised your head to look at him and your eyes met his. You scanned his eyes for any kind of emotion that was secretly hidden; founding nothing, you looked at his jaw that was bruised and swollen.
Everything remained silent as you leaned forward and began leaving the faintest kisses to the bruised, damaged, heated, and swollen skin Nathan wore. You felt his jaw lock up slightly, and a sigh escaped his lips as you then slowly pushed him down on his back, he remained silent, not uttering a single word as you crawled on top of him, sitting on his stomach, your knees resting on each side of him as you slowly leaned down, your lips capturing his. As a few minutes went by, laughter began to escape your lips and become muffled, making Nathan grunt, annoyed.
“The fuck are you laughing at..?” He asked once he moved his head back slightly, staring in your eyes and you only smiled.
“Your swollen lip. It’s really hard to kiss you when you got it like that.” You say with a small laugh which just annoyed the Prescott more.
“Whatthefuckever.” He growled out with a roll of his eyes, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close so you laid right against him. He could never be mad at you as he listened to you laugh that beautiful laugh, it warmed his caged heart and made him feel…happy. You were his muse, his heart, his light in his dark dark world..You two didn’t have to say any words on how you both felt, mainly because…you both knew but didn’t feel like you had to say it, just express it.
But, Nathan would never let anyone hurt you like everyone has hurt him.
Never..
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