#lis imagine

[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.

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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 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'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”

—❢ー

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.

[mo0nfairy]

I'm so excited that requests are open!!! Could I get yandere headcanons for our favorite creepy teacher, Mark Jefferson? I can't wait to see with what you come up for it, your fics are so good <3

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 ⸺ 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

˚ ✩ 🌍 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🍎

( 📁 ) . . .  𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . .  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀! 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱~ <𝟯

𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗷𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛, & 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛

alexa play teacher's pet by melanie martinez-

ah yes, mr. jeffersons star pupil

you are by every means an enigma to our favorite perverted teacher

kate, rachel, max, none of these subjects could ever live up to the beauty and perfection of you, y/n l/n

this gnawing need he has for you keeps him awake in the dead of night as he stares upon the numerous photos he has taken of you, cursing himself for not being able to capture your enrapturing essence in the thousands of pictures that scatter the dark room

but then again, could an essence as soulful and profound as yours ever be contained within a single image?

you’re as maddening to him as you are phenomenal, but either way, what bliss

seeing you waltz into his classroom like a ballerina into a ballroom sends a new wave of enthrallment that weakens his knees and quickens his breaths

you’re some form of god, you must be! there’s no possible way a human can be so… perfect

there’s a small fraction of mark that’s actually spiteful towards you for making him turn into some little schoolgirl with a crush using such effortless finesse, but it’s soon replaced by sheer euphoria when you compliment his works with that candy-sweet tone

there’s also a darker, much greater fraction that feels nothing but pure resentment to any soul granted the pleasure of drowning in your attention, for even just a mere second

oh, you like that girl's earrings? you’ll find her wearing them in a dozen missing posters that are spread across town

oh, you like that boys pictures? the police will soon be taking pictures of his wrangled corpse once they dig him up from the ground

mark struggles with containing these possessive sensations, but spare him a single moment of your heavenly glory in class and he’s back on cloud 9 again

his eyes practically turn to hearts while he stalks admires you as you sit at the desk directly in front of his (i wonder who was in charge of the seating arrangements 🤔🤔)

and poor victoria sits and sulks as she watches the man of her dreams crown you the everyday hero

spoiler alert…………. you never made it to seattle

you hopped into the passenger side of his car without a clue of the events that will soon take place

you soon ignite a discussion about your fear of airplanes as your teacher has to drive and refrain from smashing his lips against yours in a concoction of passion and pure obsession

and god, does he hate himself with all of his soul for what he is about to do

with one swift movement, you yelp at the sudden puncture of a needle in your neck, vision hazing to a blur as you black out onto his lap

exhilaration bubbles up in mark’s chest as his distress dies down, infiltrating every inch of his body as your form touches him

if you think he’s gonna keep you in the dark room where so much death and gloom took place, you thought wrong!

you’ll be kept protected, cherished, and adored way up high in marks apartment

with vision still blurry, you awake in marks arms, all snuggled-up in his embrace as he carries you through his estate

and here come y’all in the comments: i’m not skinny or small, there’s no way mark could- MAN FUCK YOU- 🔫😀

if you're being a brat and refuse to believe me, i know for a fact this man def works out

how else would he be able to cope with the overwhelming resentment when you asked warren for help on chemistry homework or when you praised max for her photography skills??

it’s either he pushes his body to its limits, or he buries your friends way out in the junkyard

and he couldn’t stand seeing his angel overwhelmed with grief if he assassinated the people that - to him - are incredibly unworthy of your admiration and time

but marks grip on you is so warm and strong and loving, you almost forget the current circumstances as he whispers soothing praises to you

“you’re ok, you’re ok, precious. you’re just sick... don’t you worry, mr. jefferson is here to take care of you.”

you become more conscious once you feel the embrace of his soft duvet as it's tucked around you, a faint hum of laughter escaping his mouth as you subconsciously nestle yourself deeper into the comforter

through the blurred haze, you make out mark jefferson as he squats down by the bed, one hand rested on his palm as the other cups your cheek

his devoted stare is so full of infatuation and enchantment, you ponder if this was all some fucked up dream you'll wake up from or if you'll be forced to spend the rest of your days with your lovesick teacher

“so, this is what it’s gonna feel like,” mark starts, his voice nothing above a whisper

“… what?” you manage to whimper out as his thumb softly traces along your cheek, gaze still peering deeply into yours

“to start every day with you.”

[bowieandqueen11]

Home / Kate Marsh Imagine

Request: You write for Life is Strange?? You're my hero! Can you do a Kate Marsh x fem reader? It may sound weird but they could be crying together, you know? They both had a bad day and they both comfort each other? Only if you're comfortable of course. Hope this makes sense, thank you :)

Aww thank you so much @unknidthots, I LOVE the Life is Strange games so much, the second one genuinely made me cry like a baby every single second ahhh

Warning - a smidge of strong language!

(I do not own Life is Strange or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @gamingladies.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

It wasn’t often that Arcadia Bay ever managed to feel like... well, like home.

Today. Well, today it felt like Arcadia Bay was trying to suck all the air out of your lungs. If it wasn’t Mr Jefferson calling you out in front of your whole photography class for not handing your polaroid for the ‘Everyday Heroes’ contest, it was the way that strange security guard seemed to follow your every footstep through the hallways. Ever since that terrible video of Kate had begun to go viral, David Madsen had found every conceivable excuse to not just harass her, but to also follow you around the Academy with a big scowl on his face, and a strange clench in his fists.

As your feet pounded down past the courtyard’s fountain, you tugged your backpack further up your back so it stopped slouching uncomfortably against your hip. The wind whipped across your face, the sweet and mellow sound of birdsong erupting from the treelines like crashes of thunder - their multitude clashing as if warning of impending disaster. 

But you just kept marching, trying to stop the tears burning in the corners of your eyes as you felt Nathan Prescott and his gang of bullies stop chatting underneath the oak trees and turn to glare at you. You just ignored them all: the laughter of the skaters as they brushed past your arms and skidded over the edge of the railing, straight into the bush by the road (which made Justin erupt into doubling laughter), the warm sunlight that seemed to only illuminate Brooke’s drone into something even more other-worldly as it zipped past your head, the easy joy of Hayden as he lounged on the crunchy grass with the rest of the Vortex Club. The flimsy posters of Rachael Amber that still half-hang stapled to every available inch of notice board and light poles someone had obviously been so desperate to find. No, you just shield your eyes and brush off a few of the honey leaves that float down to kiss your eyes, choosing instead to move away from the open air and back to the comfort of the imposing arch windows that lined the girls’ dormitories.

Returning to the only place - to the only person in this strange, swirling, forgotten town that felt like home.

You knocked on her door, but that felt more like formality now than anything. You were the only person to ever visit Kate Marsh - the occurrence happening almost daily that she just doesn’t bother to lock her door anymore. As you slip in the door, you can’t help but find yourself smiling at the Kate has left the book you kept asking to borrow from her by the door. She’s still sitting in the same position you had left her in the morning, perched over her desk and using the slim rays from the window to pour over her favourite passage of her Bible. She hasn’t quite noticed you’ve arrived yet, her highlighter trembling in her right hand as she uses her left hand to grasp tightly on the Cross around her neck.

She nearly jumps out of her skin when you cross over the carpet and press a kiss against the side of her cheek.

‘Oh! Hey Y/n’, she whispers, turning to try and smile at you, but managing only to raise her lips into a straight line. ‘I-I’m sorry I didn’t hear you come in. I was so lost in my thoughts, but I...I’m glad you’re here now. I’m sorry I left you alone in class, I hope Victoria wasn’t too bad today.’

‘Oh don’t worry’, you murmur, stroking back a curl of hair that had stubbornly unfurled itself from her bun and tucking it back behind her ear, ‘today it was Mr. Jefferson’s time to be an asshole.’

Kate began to turn peach, the tips of her ears burning red as you shook your head and tried to stop yourself from giggling. ‘Sorry, language.’

‘It’s...it’s okay. Mr. Jefferson can be - not nice’, Kate starts, reaching up to brush her nose against your own and sigh. ‘I really am sorry I wasn’t there. I just couldn’t face the Vortex Club today.’

‘Honestly, Kate, it’s okay. I don’t blame you at all. I can’t - I never liked seeing them before this whole stupid video thing, so I can’t even imagine how you feel.’

Kate just grows quiet, the grip on her necklace growing tighter. But you don’t miss the slight wobble of her chin as she turns to look back at her Bible, before closing it slowly and scooting her chair back. Shrugging off her jacket and allowing it to fall back onto the wood, a prism of light seemed to beam through the open window and dance ethereally across her face as she rose to hug you, cupping her hand around the back of your head. Both, it seemed, desperately trying to break, in their own little ways.

‘Thank you. Y/n. You really are an angel sent to keep me happy.’

She seemed almost bashful as you wrapped your arms around your waist and squeezed, but the smile on her face gave away how much she meant her words as the two of you pulled apart for a moment. ‘And you, Kate Marsh’, you start, pressing a kiss against her nose, which scrunched up when she felt your tender lips against her skin, ‘deserve just as much praise and love as me. Now come on, I think a day like this calls for warm cups of tea and staying in, don’t you?’

Kate nods, wonder in her eyes as steps away from her desk and heads towards the bed. You wander off in the opposite direction, moving off towards the small kettle she keeps on top of her main chest of drawers. You lift the top off her fern pot of jasmine tea bags, lighting up at the way Kate has begun to hum a little melody to herself - you recognised it as the strumming caress of notes that had reverberated down from Max’s room this morning. It made you feel a little better in your heart to know that Kate, if only haunted by euphony, wasn’t wholly alone while you were away.

You walk back towards her with the two steaming cups in your hands, collapsing easily down onto the small bundle of blankets Kate has tried to arrange into a cosy little nest on her small bed. She’s sitting cross legged beside you, clutching a pillow to her chest, but she still thanks you for the drink as you hand it to her. With her free hand she reaches out to tangle her fingers within your own, resting them on her skirt as she takes a drink. For once, she seemed so calm - some kind of peace radiating from her soul and making her shine against your side as the two of you huddled together and just enjoyed the company.

There was an easy silence in the air, the only sound for a while your syncing sips, the clatter of empty mugs left orderly on her bedside table, and the scratching of a squirrel that ran across the window pane. Despite how joyous the sun seemed, how wistful the trees seemed to be as they flowed through the air and spread the light across the cold pavement below, you could feel the sadness Kate was trying to hid radiate off her skin. Her knee bumped against your own as it rested on top of your jeans, twitching in anxiety despite your presence. You know she wanted to say something, by the way she stopped looking out the cross hatched windows up at the clouds and closed her eyes, letting her head drop onto your shoulder.

‘The day shouldn’t seem so sweet,’ she finally manages to mumble out, ‘everything shouldn’t feel the same, when they’ve all been so cruel.’

‘Oh Kate’, you whisper, running your free hand down the side of her cheek, surprised to find a few tears meeting your skin. You rest your fingers gingerly against the dip of her chin, and she nudges against you in return. You can’t help but sniffle too; you’re so heartbroken for this girl sitting, leaning, desperate for love and care and the comfort she has spent her life so rightfully deserving. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you tried to speak again, choosing in that moment to give her a tight hug instead.

‘Kate... Kate, I know everything is so scary at the moment, but you’re allowed to feel it all. Life can still be happy, even when it’s strange... I just- I’ll sort this out, Kate, I promise. We’ll sort this out, together, because I love you, okay? I care about you so much, and I’m not going to leave you to go through all this alone.’

You can feel her fiddling with the bottom of your sleeve, trying to ground herself again. 

‘Plus, if it makes you feel better, Warren let me borrow his weird hard drive again, so we can stay up late watching shows again.’

‘I still have an essay due for class tomorrow’, Kate mutters, but you can hear the humour start to poke through behind her hoarse voice.

‘Kate, sweetheart, tomorrow’s Saturday.’

She finally breaks, pressing a hand to her mouth to try and stop herself from giggling through the tears. She can’t help it though, tucking her head into your neck until her chuckles tickle against your shoulder. You bunch your hand against the back of her shirt, laughing along with her until the both of you were gasping for a breath you couldn’t catch.

‘Thank you. Y/n.’ She tilts her head up until her chin is resting against the bottom of your shoulder, her blue-bells eyes glancing up at you with still new-fangled amazement. ‘Although the last few weeks have been hard... I’m so glad I came here. That I met you. I was so, so lonely before, but now I finally feel as if I’m starting to find a new path for myself. A new home, where I finally belong.’

You kiss the top of her hair, stroking back the strands and rocking the two of you gently back and forth.

‘Me too, Kate. Me too.’

[fandom-imagines]

No longer a secret

Fandom: Life is Strange

Pairing: Nathan Prescott X Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Nathan had been a secret ever since it began a year ago; however an incident with some jocks changes that.

I’m still in love with Nathan Prescott so have an idea that I came up with whilst doing my law work x). (Sorry for no posts, I’ve just gone back to college so I’m busy with work constantly haha). Hope you enjoy 😊

Ever since starting at Blackwell academy I had had a crush on Nathan Prescott, the spoilt rich kid that basically owned the entirety of Arcadia Bay. However, never in my mind did I actually believe that I could possibly end up in a relationship with him.

Well, that happened.

I still, a year later, remember exactly how it had happened:

Autumn had always been my favourite season, enjoying the leaves falling from trees before eventually crunching beneath my feet.

“Cronch.” I whispered to myself as I stood on a leaf, enjoying the sound.

“Do you always talk to yourself?” A voice I had grown to enjoy spoke.

Blushing, I looked up to spot Nathan, cigarette between his lips that were pulled into a slight smirk.

“Maybe.” I smiled at him, watching him toss the half-finished cigarette onto the ground, stepping on it to make sure it was no longer lit. “So what if I do?” I giggled, mostly out of anxiety.

He doesn’t usually talk to me.

“I’d say that’s pretty cute.” He shook his head, stepping towards me as he did so.

The blush on my cheeks darkened at his words.

“W-what?” My words were shaky; it was obvious that I was not expecting that response.

“You don’t need to be shy; I already know you have a crush on me.” My eyes widened at his words.

“Uhh… Do I?” I did my best to hide the truth, confused at how he knew.

Nathan smirked, taking another step forward. “Yup. You can’t hide it, Y/N.” He chuckled, smirking once again.

“So what if I do?” I repeated my earlier words, unsure of what to say.

“I’d say that’s pretty cute.” He copied my actions.

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that.

“Yeah?” I gave him a shy smile, glancing down as his hand cupped my cheek, placing a kiss onto my head. “Hi.” I smiled as his face was right in front of him.

He smirked at me, “bye”, his words were before he pulled away and began to walk away leaving me confused. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow, 6PM. Be ready.” He called over his shoulder, pulling out his phone as he left.

And that was the start of our relationship.

It blossomed from there on. We did, however, take it slow. I had never been in a relationship before, and Nathan was known for sleeping with girls quite often. But I learned that he wasn’t like that with me. He agreed to take things slow, not even kissing me until our fifth date. In fact, he didn’t even make a move on me until I made one on our one-year anniversary.

Nathan and I were chilling in his dorm watching random shit on Netflix.

We both agreed to not do anything big for our anniversary, preferring to keep our relationship private, nobody even knew at this point, rather than spreading it to the world and having people harass us.

I giggled to myself as I thought of an idea to take our relationship to the next level.

“What are you laughing at, weirdo?” Nathan chuckled, turning to look at me with his arm still wrapped around me.

Instead of replying, I simply placed my hand on his thigh, moving it further up towards his crotch.

“What are you doing?” He asked me, slightly confused but I could feel him grow hard as my fingers grew closer.

I simply smirked, pressing my lips against his.

So, our relationship was pretty serious at this point.

I remember him buying me a necklace, which I later found out to be extremely expensive and one known for romance, that I still wear today. In fact, I was wearing it right now as I walked down the corridor with my friend Max.

As we conversed about random photography stuff, I spotted Logan and another jock I didn’t know the name of bullying Daniel, another person I often hung around with.

“Oh.” Max seemed to see the incident also.

“I’ll be back in a second.” I stated, not waiting for her response before walking towards them.

Daniel spotted me before the two bullies did.

They did seem to see that he was looking behind them instead of at them.

As they turned around, they saw me stood with my arms crossed.

“The fuck do you want, midget?”

I’m not a midget, you’re just tall.

“Leave him alone.” My words were blunt; monotone.

“Or what, pipsqueak?” The jock other than Logan spat, dropping Daniel, favouring to grab my t-shirt instead.

“Get the fuck off me.” I demanded.

He ignored my words, pinning me against the locker instead.

“Or what, pipsqueak?” He repeated.

“Did you not hear her tell you to get off her?”

Nathan.

“Nathan? Why are you defending this bitch?” Logan had turned to face an extremely angry Nathan.

“Yeah, what the fuck bro?” The guy holding me asked him.

Nathan didn’t even respond, favouring to raise his fist before slamming it in the guys face.

He immediately dropped me, not hearing everyone, who was now watching us, gasp.

“Don’t fucking touch her again.” Were Nathans final words as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

We began to walk out of the door, ignoring everyone who was gossiping about the entire situation and why on earth he acted that way.

“Are you okay?” I asked the second Nathan and I were outside.

“Shouldn’t I be asking that?” Nathan chuckled, removing his arm from my shoulder to instead turn me to face him as he checked me over for injuries.

“I’m okay. Thank you.” I lifted myself onto my toes, placing a gentle kiss on his lips as a small thank you.

“It’s no problem. Sorry for like, exposing us.” He shrugged awkwardly, evidently feeling bad for what had happened. Not defending me, but showing everyone our relationship.

“Nathan,” I reached out to grasp his hand whilst he turned to face me, “it’s fine. I’m actually glad. Sneaking around was hard.” I smiled at him, a smile he gladly returned.

“I love you.” His words were quiet, only able to be heard by me.

“I love you too, Nate.” I smiled, pulling him in for a tight hug.

It was no longer a secret.

[go-fuck-your-selfie97]

What do you think chloes perfect day would be? What do you think her max do for jobs now? Do you have any head cannons with them dealing with covid? I imagine chloe would wear a mask but with spikes or something on it 😂😂😂

I feel like chloe is a total home body. even if Covid wasn’t a thing she would still be at home just binging on chips and watching TV. I headcanon Chloe is a social worker so she’s definitely going out a lot to provide supplies for people who need it during Covid. her and Max like to drive around and hand out masks and little goodie bags of things to homeless people. they make it like a little date it’s cute. I feel like Max is an art critic/photographer. so she’s definitely had a lot of trouble going out and being able to take photos. but Chloe inspired her and now she has a whole new exhibition on her website entitled “home” which is just pretty photos she’s taken of her and Chloe around her home. but Chloe definitely has been using one disposable mask for the entire quarantine until Max got her this really cool punk mask for her birthday and now that’s the only one she uses. Max though jumped on the opportunity to start sewing homemade masks she has one for every outfit she owns. she made some for Chloe but Chloe is just so attached to the punk mask that she never wears them. 

[videograhams]

CAN YOU NOT? (LIS SMAU)

— In which Nathan’s room is across from Warrens, a nerd with incredibly shitty music taste. (art by karuoke)

PAIRING: Grahamscott (Warren Graham x Nathan Prescott)

GENRE: twitter au, crack, humor, fluff

STATUS: ongoing

UPDATES: tbd - but i post everything first on grahamscvtts on twitter :)

WARNINGS: some drinking, mentions of weed, sexual references/humor, mainly crack and fluff tho

A/N: ok hi! this is my bad attempt at reviving the grahamscott fandom! Just cute enemies to lovers bc im thirsty. and if anyone has any ideas/suggestions for plot etc im all ears!!

introductions

part 1 - you barbarian

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Now that you had more intimacy out of the classroom and into the hallways, you let go of Max’s wrist and looked at her.

“Did you just do what I think you did?” You asked her, staring in disbelief. 

It wasn’t possible... Right? All these strange things only happened to you!

“What? Wait, you know?” Max frowned a bit, watching you too.”How could you know, Y/N?” 

“I felt it!” That sensation still flooded over you, that strange vibe as time was manipulated. A feeling you had only provoked yourself before. “Because I have the same powers” 

“Holy shit” Max covered her mouth and took a step back. “No way!”

“Max, we have the same powers” You reached out to take her hand.

You smiled, and so did she. Her surprise was slowly wearing off.

“We can help each other...” Max took your other hand in hers.

[writingandmore]

Songfic scenario for Nathan Prescott? The song being Promise by Ciara?

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Come enjoy the life

Baby, take a ride

I just wanna vibe with you, you

Baby, you and I can have a good time

Tell me what you like

Starting at a new school is never easy. But it’s especially hard when it’s as prestigious of a school as Blackwell. This is the current situation I’m facing. As of right now, I’m standing on the steps outside the main school building, afraid to go in. But I guess I didn’t work on getting this scholarship for nothing. I finally gain the courage and head inside. 

There’s people everywhere inside, and I take a while to get my bearings. None of them give me a second glance, and I guess I don’t blame them-it’s almost the end of the school year, so everyone’s found their friends already. Having toured the area before (just with less people), I know where to go, and quickly head to the art department for my first class of the day, Photography. 

Taking pictures and the art of Photography has always been my life. Ever since I was young I would run around and take pictures of anything and everything, and eventually, my skills become more honed. Honed enough, in fact, to get me a scholarship t o Blackwell. Still, I wonder if I’d even be on the same level as everyone else here…

The halls are thinning out now, as I’m still really early and everyone else is still either outside or in the lobby. I finally locate my classroom and slide down to sit by the door until someone came to unlock it for the day. While I’m waiting, I might as well start looking over the notes and things that were sent to me since I’m arriving so late in the year. 

I fumble with my pack and realize the zippers stuck. I pull harder, trying to get it to open, only to rip my entire zipper off, which sends the backpack to the opposite side of the hall, spilling all of my papers and books. I jump up and try and gather everything back in. I probably shouldn’t have bought such a cheap bag…

Suddenly, a pair of hands join mine to help pick up the rest of my things. I look up, ready to thank the person, but my words die on my lips. Nathan Prescott. Even with no friends, I’ve heard the whispers to stay away or tread lightly around him. He can be angry, or horribly mean, privileged, or all of the above. But here he is helping me pick up papers.  Maybe it’s because there’s no one else around?

He stands up when finished and just looks at me, waiting for a response. When I still say nothing, he gets impatient. “You’re lucky I even stopped, so a thank you would’ve been nice.” 

That startles me. I quickly squeak out a thank you, and at that moment the teacher comes to open the door, and more people shuffle into the hall. I sit on the opposite side on the room from him, but I feel like his eyes are still on me…

This mood is so right

It feels so right

You can be my prince

My knight

You can be my Superman

Save me, here I am

Summer quickly appeared, and school passed by so fast most of it was a blur. Since my family had gotten a small house in town to be close to me, I got to stay in the area and do absolutely nothing exciting. I had taken to walking my dog around all the bigger neighborhoods so I can fill at least part of my day. We trot happily along until we get to a little playground that looks like it’s seen better days. I pass it everyday, so I don’t give a thought to seeing someone on the far back swing set until I hear muffled crying. I freeze and look over. 

Even from behind, I can tell who it is. Though it seems like forever ago, the day I talked to him and he helped me is still fresh in my mind. Nathan, sitting alone on the wings, is crying and clearly upset. I’ve heard even more since that day of why I should be cautious around him, but no one should be left to suffer alone, right? Plus, my dog is here with me, and she’s already impatiently tugging on the leash to see what’s going on. I hesitate for another second, and then walk over cautiously to the swings. 

He’s turned around, but he must have heard my dog’s panting because he flips quickly. He eyes are seething with anger, and it takes him a minute to even recognize who I am. 

“Get the fuck away from me right now!” he practically snarls at me, wiping his eyes. “If you even breath a word to this to anyone, I’ll make sure you never talk again.”

I take a step back, already planning to make a run for it, when my dog walks even closer to him. I start to pull the leash, afraid she’s going to get hurt or see him as a threat, but before I do she just licks his hand and puts her face on his legs. He stares at her for a minute while I’m hardly breathing, but then his lower lip wobbles and he starts to cry again. I slowly take a seat on the swing next to his, and he doesn’t push me away. My dog sits between us, and he starts petting her until he finally calms down. He’s not looking at me in the eyes, but I hear him quietly say thank you. 

I smile. “Well, now we’re even! And if you ever feel upset or alone again, you can always come and we can take this old girl out together, anytime.” I say, nodding to my dog. He still looks unsure, as if I’m about to trick him. I take a risk and lay my hand on his. “I promise.” I smile up at him, and when he finally looks at me, for the first time I’ve ever seen, a small smile comes to his face.”I think…I think I would like that.” It’s so quiet I could barley hear it, but it’s there. I think there’s a chance after all…

‘Cause, baby

There’s nothing I won’t do

To spend my life with you

I’ll give my all to you

I promise that I will never lie to you, boy

All of that was years ago now, and Nathan and I have both successfully graduated from Blackwell and have moved on in our lives-together. What started as an unlikely friendship grew to something more, and throughout the whole time Nathan kept coming clean about his family life, his mental health, and the things he struggled with. It took a lot of work, but with the health and support I provided mixed with actually good counseling h started to receive made him a lot less unhappy.

As he got that way, he began to express himself more and be less dependent on his father and his legacy. He started to do acting and singing, and I was there to cheer him on! Together, we got through Blackwell and all of the struggles that came with it, and all because of that one day I promised him that I would be there.