𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭
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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! 💕
×❢ About my work ❢×
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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im intrigued by the parallels between nathan & kate
vent through art (both of them hv an interest in art) also fuck u jefferson
2. room 111 & 222 (coincidence? i dont think so)
3. keeping a bottle of wine in a dorm room
theyre younger than 21 so its considered underage drinking which is illegal in the US, might explain why kates hiding it since her parents r super strict especially her mother (strict parents creates the sneakiest kid and a great liar who is better at hiding secrets, same goes for abusive parents IMO so 🤷♀️)
also…nathan appears to rely on drugs or both, while kate seems to turn to alcohol(and drugs??-unconfirmed) as a coping mechanism (personally i dont think kate is on drugs and her being ok doing that, it doesnt seem to add up with her character at all…or maybe im just projecting)
4. daddy & mommy issues (both r dealing with difficult & unsupportive relatives, struggling to be ‘a perfect son/daughter with 0 mistakes' to satisfy parent’s expectations)
5. positive sibling relationship with a sister/s (the only characters who mention having siblings)
6. born and raised as an atheist/a true believer (a sinner and a saint) and came from a tough family
7. "u will not embarrass me" "we hope u havent brought shame on our family" (victims of bullying due to family's negative reputation/religious beliefs)
8. assistant to MJ during daylight(kate)/ nighttime(nathan) hours. ~classroom and darkroom~
9. “my life is hell” “my life’s suck and i want it over” sharing words n depressing thoughts that r similar to one another
10. had that one person who genuinely cared for them
ive been ponderin this recently & felt the urge to share somewhere so there u go~ wish dontnod had explored them more
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Five Minutes
Nathan Prescott x reader
Summary: you're just trying to study in peace, but you're boyfriend has other ideas...
a/n: the ending is a little shit, but I'm shit at writing smut so here we are.
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"Nathan, not now." You're sat in the middle of your dorm's bed, notes and annotations spread out around you, as you try to study for your upcoming practise exam. It was going pretty well, you managed to get a couple hours of study time in peace, until Nathan had his last class for the day and made a beeline to your room.
"You really gonna give Shakespeare more attention than me?" He has his arms loosely wrapped around your torso from behind, occasionally presses kisses to your cheek and neck to try and tempt you to become putty in his hands.
"When he's worth more than half my grade, yeah." You say back, reading through a page of your annotations.
"Yeah, well, I'm worth more than this whole fucking town so..." Nathan cuts himself off to presses his lips to your neck again.
"Nate." You say sternly, as he tries to spice it up more. To be honest, the words on the page infront of you have been blurred by the desire sitting in your soul. It's very rare that you can gain control over Nathan Prescott.
"Come on!" He throws his head back in annoyance. "You've been at it for over two hours, just have a five minute break!" Nathan pleads as he rests his head agaisnt your shoulder. You try not to relish in how much control you have over this boy, knowing how needy he can get and how you're completely in control of his pleasure.
Trying to be discreet, Nathan's starts slowly inching his hands upwards and under your loose shirt.
"Jesus, you're fucking cold!" Your body shivers at the temperature change.
"I could think of a few ways on how you could change that." Nathan says back, before squeezing your tits over your bra.
"A few ways, or positions?" You quirk a brow, as you look over your shoulder at the blonde.
"Tomato, tomatoe." Nathan shrugs, before practically lunging forward to capture your lips with his own. His kiss is rough and desperate, enough to take your breath away.
You lean away from him, after his tongue swipes across your lips. "Five minutes." You remind him and he has to contain how giddy he is that you've finally given in.
"Five minutes." He assures you again, not wasting a second to reconnect your lips again.
Five minutes, turned into ten. Ten, turned into twenty. And before you know it, you're covered in blossoming purple marks, his shirt thrown over your head and both your bodies clinging onto one another as you drift into a deep slumber.
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