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that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald · 7 months

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (+ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫)

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Hi! I really wanted to write some LiS stuff, because I didn't write awhile of this fandom. 😅

I still love them very much! 🥺😭💕

Btw I will definitely do this with LiS 2 as well-

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff!, everybody is kind, no assholes, really, just fluff, petnames, no pronouns used for Y/N (The Reader), the reader can be in a relationship with them!

Fandom: Life is Strange 1

Character(s): Max Caulfield, Mark Jefferson, Chloe Price, Warren Graham, Nathan Prescott, Victoria Chase, Rachel Amber, Frank Bowers, Y/N|The Reader, Pompidou (mentioned)

Ship(s): Y/N | The Reader x the characters

Type: Headcanons

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(The gifs, pictures are not mine! Credit to the original creator!)

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: by your side by flatsound

“Counting weeks

Getting more familiar with how you speak

While you're away from me

But I don't want to say goodbye

Because it's safer when I'm by your side”

Max Caulfield

Physical Touch

• she saw that something bothers you

• you are frustrated

• you opening to her with tears in your eyes

• she will definitely give you a tight hug and little kisses to comfort you

• and won't let you go until you are finally feel comforted

Rachel Amber

Quality Time

• chatting, playing on a train what nobody knows where it goes

• dancing in the sunlight

• going out in the middle of the night

• sneak into cinemas to watch free movies

• hiding and listening songs on the junkyard

• drinking and shooting ✨😌

• just feeling free with Rachel Dawn Amber

Chloe Price

Acts of Service

• if somebody hurts you

• she will definitely fuck that person up

• or at least threat them

• when you are feeling down, she will bring you to your favourite snack to cheer you up

• she even does the dishes as well 😳

Nathan Prescott

Physical Touch

• i know

• he doesn't seems that type of touchy people

• but trust me

• hugging each other as tightly as you two can

• it will definitely give both of them some comfort

• you guys won't need any words

• you just need each other close

Victoria Chase

Receiving Gifts

• almost everyday she surprises you with something

• some netro but cute pencilcase you saw and liked? No problemo

• want to wear matching outfits with your bestie but it's over 300 dollars? Where's the problem?

• You are really appreciate it

• but you often say that she don't have to do this

• but she just shrugs because she knows that you are happy from it

• and she loves it when you are happy

Mark Jefferson

Acts of Service

(i would give him the reveiving gift as well, but no sugar daddy mark yet-)

• he doesn't have that much time because he is a teacher ofc

• and there's the dark room as well

• but even if he is tired he does the dishes

• cooks you breakfast when he wakes up earlier than you

• (with a soft kiss!)

• when you are tired or sick he take cares of you

• makes your bed

• when you are tired he carries you to the bedroom

• helping you with the school projects

• (plus: kisses and sleeping together while watching a movie)

Warren Graham

Physical Touch

• I belive that this guy is the BEST at the comforting!

• will hold your hand to give you some motivation and strenght

• and will squeeze it to show that he is here with you

• for comfort he hugs, kiss and holds you

• "You are not alone Y/N. I'm here for you."

Kate Marsh

Quality Time

• study together

• drawing doodles on class when the teacher is not looking

• and giggling of them

• watching a movie or sleeping together after a long day

• listening stories from her of the Bible (even if you don't care, you just know that it makes her happy)

• helping her with the book writing

• writing cute messages on class for each other• bunny petting time

• just talking peacefully in her room about some random things

Frank Bowers

Words of Affirmation

• "You are too good for me, Dear."

• will hug you for comfort while whispering sweet and encouraging words in your ear softly

• he will listen you quietly

• will use Pompidou for the comfort and for the cuddles

• saying "I love you!" multiple times on a day

• "I love you, hon!"

• or

• "You look stunning as always, honey!"

• petnames all the time

• sweety, honey, babe and etc.

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necrooghost · 11 months

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Sorry for being dead for a bit x(

heres some traditional drawings of Jefferson.(my computer is broken atm)

#mark jefferson #art #life is strange art #life is strange #lis #mr jefferson #markjefferson #lis art #mark jefferson lis #drawing #fanart #my art

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arcadiabaytornado · 2 months

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When I catch you Jefferson. When I catch you Jefferson.

It’s bone chilling how he acknowledges how harmful it would be to have false images of yourself taken....just to take pictures of women when they’re drugged. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if he genuinely thought he wasn’t taking “false” images because the creepy fuck relishes the moment innocent is lost. He knows the negative emotions he puts women through are very real. So this scene adds to the list of why Mark is one of the creepiest villains ever created.

And while he doesn’t spread his victims photo’s all over the world, he is complicit of spreading pictures of vulnerable women. Max says in Episode one that the picture below is one Mark had taken. It’s a photo of a women who’s looked down upon by the camera angle while a man’s hand rests possessively on her shoulder. She’s also not well clothed, which within this particular context is very unsettling.

This picture is displayed proudly on the Blackwell campus for everyone to see. It's an image of a vulnerable woman being shot out in a public space, which is uncomfortable. I don't think this picture is bad in another context. It could have been a symbolic piece about all sorts of things. Control. The sexualized male gaze. The general objectivation of women. However, within the context we're given, I'm very willing to say that this image was designed with sexual intent or the intent to push Mark's innocence lost narrative. It's very unsettling as it is. Yet it's even more so now that we know that Mark knew the impact of spreading around photo’s of vulnerable women but choose to do it anyways.

#Lis #Life Is Strange #Mark Jefferson

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maxthesillyy · 3 months

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jefferson reads max’s journal but mistakes her writing about her time-traveling as a weird, self insert story she’s making, and the only thing he gets from it is that max is very gay (but he already knew that…)

based on that one death note meme:

#sorry life is strange mutuals #/silly #jefferson reading the journal in front of max: “is that youre fucking self-insert” /ref #whats funny is that i did that one too with them #i actually spent so long editing out the subtitles but it looks good so #lis #life is strange #max caulfield #mark jefferson #mr.jefferson #mr.jeffershit

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whatsjulietslastname · 2 months

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To me, the real butterfly effect in Life is Strange is : what if Blackwell Academy never hired Mark Jefferson?

Rachel wouldn’t have died. Nathan would still be the loser we see in Before the Storm, disturbed but not dangerous, and maybe he wouldn’t have been in the Vortex Club. Kate wouldn’t have been bullied, because no one would have drugged her at that party. But no one would have drugged Chloe either, which means Chloe wouldn’t even go in that bathroom, which means she wouldn’t die on Monday, and Max wouldn’t have gotten her powers. But would Max even go to Blackwell if Jefferson wasn’t a teacher? I’m a huge believer that going to Blackwell was partly an excuse to go back to Arcadia Bay and reconnect with Chloe, but she still said she came because of Jefferson. And what would be Chloe and Max’s relationship if Max didn’t save her, and Rachel was still alive? What would be Rachel and Max’s relationship?

So yeah, anyway. Just shower thoughts.

#mark jefferson #max caulfield #chloe price #rachel amber #nathan prescott #kate marsh #life is strange #lis #life is strange before the storm #lis bts #pricefield #amberprice #amberpricefield

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nathanpr3sc0tt · 9 months

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"It's cool, Nathan... Don't stress... You're okay, bro. Just count to three... Don't be scared... You own this school... If I wanted, I could blow it up... You're the boss..."— Nathan in "Chrysalis"

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rad-world · 6 months

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Uh ohhh.

There's no excuse I just wanted to draw pain and suffering. Also I do not draw Max enough and that's about as criminal as this photography teacher.

#max caulfield #life is strange #life is strange game #lis fanart #lis #digital art #my art #digital painting #drawing #mark jefferson

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thecoffeerat · 2 months

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Пришло время вспомнить об этой игре и немного расслабиться~

#art #my art #fanart #life is strange #lis #mark jefferson #life is strange fanart #adorable asshole

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mediocrewallflow3r · 1 year

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To Be Loved and Have Loved - (Nathan Prescott/ AFAB Reader) Pt. 1

Title: To be Loved and Have Loved

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Post-Storm Nathan Prescott/ Female Reader

Rating: Explicit- minors shoo!

Word Count: 1.7k

Content/Warnings: A continuation to @delopsia 's "To Build A Home", takes place directly after, Sloppy makeouts, Light Dom/sub, Good Nathan Prescott, Life is Strange Comic Lore, post-storm, Nathan ruining his Father's dining room out of spite, plus size! reader, Nathan being soft for only the reader, Aftercare, slight subspace, future Metallica References, Nathan Prescott Needs a Hug, Praise Kink, Safe Sane and Consensual, Fluff and Smut.

A/N: Hi there my lovelies! It’s been a long while. I’ve been away improving my art in college, trying to improve at writing, and becoming a part of the Tumblr community. This is a continuation of https://www.tumblr.com/delopsia/672519407059222528/to-build-a-home?source=share and will be posted in parts. Pre-writing and posting I reached out to Del and got permission to continue their lovely fic. I’m honored that I can post my writing in addition to theirs! Feedback is very appreciated and please go check out Del!

"Why do I get the feeling that you're planning something devious?" You chirp as the two of you begin walking to your car.

"How do you feel about joining me for a secret rendezvous in my father's precious dining room?".

"Why most definitely my good sir!" you gallantly respond, curtsying for dramatic effect.

"You're a fucking weirdo, you know that right?" Nathan says, shaking his head incredulously. Though, you can see the blush dusting his pale ears.

The stars above twinkle brightly in the suburban sky while you and Nathan pile into your car, excitement buzzing between the both of you.

After turning the ignition, Nathan's hand gently reaches over and squeezes your thigh. His nimble fingers toy with the tights almost bursting because of your larger thighs.

"What's that for, cowboy?".

You watch as his bright blue eyes meet yours, amusement painting his features.

Nathan adverts his gaze from the stars and meets your eyes. "Nothing in particular, nerd," Nathan smirks under your intense gaze.

Huffing, you pull out of the old church parking lot. You see in the corner of your eye Nathan waves to a few people. A smile graces your lips at the thought he considers some survivors worthy of a wave now.

Driving through the back roads of Arcadia Bay proves interesting, many broken limbs and scrap are still littering the road- hindering the ability of drivers. You try not to think about the families that may have not survived while you drive past crushed homes.

From what you've heard, Max and Chloe have found a place closer to the remnants of downtown Arcadia. According to Victoria, Max is even collaborating with her art gallery in New York. She mentioned something about Chloe working up to being a small-town mechanic. You try not to think about Mark Jefferson's ongoing trial.

"What're you thinkin' so hard about, little doe?" Nathan questions, gently. His thumb tugs and twists at your tights fervently.

"Our friends." You sigh.

"Pfftt- we have friends? Since when?".

"Since you got off your high horse and we started leaving our home more,".

Nathan tugs your tights in retaliation, snapping them back loudly for effect.

"Don't get bratty with me, Y/N, you know better,".

"That's ironic coming from you, Mr. 'The Prescott’s rule this town!'".

Nathan laughs, a real goofy laugh, his canine teeth shining bright in the moonlight.

He rolls down the windows, whooping and hollering, suddenly. Your eyes can't stray away from his strawberry-blonde hair swirling around in the breeze.

"Yeah, I'd fucking suppose so!" He shouts back over the loud wind.

Giggling quietly, your eyes catch a glance of the Prescott Manor gate between the dark trees causing you to pull into the long-winded driveway subsequently. The lights are off, as per usual. You allow yourself to enjoy the cold night air like the person beside you in the vehicle.

Hesitantly, you pull into the garage. The lights automatically turn on brightly, allowing you to see the drywall- that you know must cost more than your entire tuition. The old Nathan would have pretended not to see your shaking hands gripping the steering wheel tight, but this one can't and won't miss that shit.

Surprisingly, Nathan begins to lean over the center console, his hand moving from your thigh to gently squeeze your hand. In the corner of your eye, you see his normally death-worthy stare turn soft.

"You can relax baby, I don't care if you hit the drywall. I've done it before for fucks sake!".

"You noticed?".

"How could I have not? You're shaking like a goddamn leaf.".

You purse your lips, nodding. You know Nathan is right, but the one interaction you experienced with his father sits heavy in your mind. The anxious silence stretches whilst Nathan begins to gather your coats and other belongings from the back seat.

You hear the click of the passenger door opening and then Nathan speaking gently to you, "Let's go, weirdo.". On autopilot, you open the car door and begin walking towards the Manor doorsteps. Nathan, much further ahead of you, shifts through his keys looking for the correct one. After a few moments, you hear a quiet "a ha!" When he finds the right key.

Nathan pushes the door open with you wandering close behind him. He hits the main hallway light switch. Both of you take off your shoes in comfortable silence. You were taking much longer, the converse adorning your feet proving difficult to take off quickly.

Then, Nathan's sharp cupid bow is kissing your ear, and his rough hands gently squeeze your shoulders. "We don't have to do this tonight," he whispers into the dusted pink shell of your ear.

Oh God, but I want to.

Pushing your back firmer onto his chest, you respond bashfully, "I want this, I do, I'm just nervous.".

Nathan's hands wander, slipping under your sweater- caressing your stomach and happy trail. "Why're you nervous? It's just me,".

"I want things to be good for you,", I don't want you to leave me, remains heavy in your mind as you nervously chuckle out into the dusty Manor hallway.

Nathan's hands stop in their tracks. "Are you fucking serious?".

Unspoken words sour inside Nathans's mouth; "Do you know who I am? I've killed people. My hands shouldn't be touching your kind body. I've been with so many people, you shouldn't have second best as your first. I have to take medicine to be sane. I scream and shout at you regularly. You shouldn't trust me.".

Caressing his right-hand causes Nathan's eyes to droop warmly as he lets out a quiet, "humph".

"Ever since I've met you, I haven't wanted anybody else...", you continue, laying everything out on the table- literally.

"Then I s'pose we're on the same fuckin' page, baby. ", Nathan’s voice has got that deep, gravelly tone to it again, the tone that you remember with vivid detail, the tone he used that one Thursday morning before the storm.

Your shoulders fold inwards, warmth blooming inside your chest. Nathan's chest presses into your shoulder blades while freezing hands play with your belly button piercing, and his breath fans out across the baby hairs growing on your neck. He's everywhere but nowhere.

"To the dining room...?".

"Fuck yeah, doe-eyes.".

Efficiently, Nathan hauls you up into his lanky arms and quickly walks down the winding corridor. Abruptly, he turns to the left entering his family's large dining room. He pauses at the door briefly, allowing you to hit the light switch.

Almost immediately, the ridiculously large chandelier gracing the ceiling of the room lit up brightly. Nathan moved less than gracefully, sitting you down in a dining chair. He made quick work of the dusty table settings, quite obviously for decoration, by grasping the end of the tablecloth and yanking it off the table.

Before you could even register the loud noises of shattered glass, Nathan's soft lips were on yours. Nathan gently cradled your head, his other arm lifting you onto the wooden dining table. Soft groans settled in the back of his throat after hearing a small whimper from you.

Taking a breath, Nathan leaned forward on yours, his nose brushing gently on yours. “Easy, easy, baby,” he whispered, “It’s just me,”. Please don’t be scared of me , remains on the tip of his tongue. “I know,” you whispered back, understanding. A pause settled in the dining room, heavy gasps coming in and out of both of your lungs.

Nathan settles onto his forearms, lips brushing against yours but not entirely closing the gap, bony hips circling gently into yours. “I think I’m getting major Deja-vu right now, Nate,” you chuckled, brushing your fingers through his fiery hair.

“I don’t think this time’ll be the same,” Nathan chuckled, chin resting on the top of your sternum.

"Can I touch you?", you ask gently, hands itching to reach out and touch.

Nathan's eyes flick away from your face, his teeth beginning to chew on his lip anxiously. You feel a tremor run through his spine.

"Uh- yeah, you can touch me, just- um- tell me where before you do," Nathan stutters out, his eyes not meeting your hopeful ones.

"Okay," you whisper, smiling up at him.

Nathan's lips tug into a soft smile and his dimples show slightly despite his avoidance of eye contact.

"Can I touch uh- down there? " You nervously ask, peering up at Nathan's sharp features.

Way to fucking go Shakespeare.

Airy chuckles erupt from Nathan's lungs, his laughter shaking the both of you.

"Yes, babe, you can touch my dick, that's why we're fuckin’ here, to begin with,", he says in amusement, a smirk gracing his rose pout.

Your smile quickly shifts into a pathetic pout, and Nathan's face softens upon seeing the change in emotion. "Don't be upset baby, you're doing just what I asked," he coos at you, his fingers slightly pinching your cheek. That once faint, woodsy musk cologne invades your senses, his praise settling deep into your lower abdomen. Nathan's lips brush against yours and his tongue cheekily licks over your lips to the tip of your nose. An amused breath releases from Nathan’s lungs as you continue attempting to lock lips with him. Silently, your hand clenches up and hits Nathan’s shoulder in respite.

“Stop teasing me, you motherfucker,” you whimper out in frustration, your legs flailing underneath the weight of Nathan’s lithe body.

If he doesn’t fuck you six ways to Sunday soon, you’re going to be so pissed at him.

Nathan’s slick tongue trails over your collarbone up to the ridges of your neck slowly. His hands glide over the plush skin adorning your hips, and deep short breaths release from his nose loudly.

“I’ll tease you when I wanna’ tease you,” Nathan teases, his voice being muffled by the spot of your skin he’s worrying to death with his teeth.

In retaliation of some sort, your right hand begins drifting down towards the stiff bulge prominent in Nathan’s designer jeans. Your fingers sneak under the waistline quietly and begin brushing your hand over the curls adorning his happy trail. Nathan ever distracted with the large hickies that he’s painting your chest with, groans in surprise.

Your fingers brush over the tip of his cock gently, the girth taking you by surprise.

“When were you gonna’ tell me you were packing?”, you tease Nathan, loosely gripping his cock.

A soft, “Fuck,” comes out in a deep breath from Nathan while his fingers travel from your hips up to your plump tits.

“I didn’t plan on telling you, I planned on showing you,” he chuckles.

“Then fucking show me you tease!” you shout at him, almost playfully. Deep down you want him to snap, to let go.

Quickly Nathan’s hand gently slaps your thigh, re-establishing his commanding demeanor. He leans his face right in front of yours as his intense gaze bears down on you; “You’ll get what you want, you know that, so behave,” he hisses out.

#nathan prescott #life is strange #lis #max caulfield #chloe price #victoria chase #mark jefferson #fanfic #wallflower writes (✿◠‿◠#nathan prescott/reader #nathan prescott x reader

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cherrybomb-ed · 6 months

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Rachel amber is so 'cant catch me now' coded and I really can explain it.

#life is strange #rachel amber #olivia rodrigo #cant catch me now #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #chloe price #max caulfield #amberprice #pricefield #mark jefferson #lis #life is strange before the storm #lis bts #before the storm #bts

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that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald · 4 months

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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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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)

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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.

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