You taught me how to feel the butterflies over and over and over again. WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and other mature themes. Please read with caution! Enjoy! :)

'He smiled, that smile was one that I have never seen before, not towards Brooke, Max, Kate, none of those bitches. This smile just seemed reserved for me. He smiled with his eyes, and from how close we were I could see his laugh lines and how his eyes crinkled with delight. His eyes wide shining and seemed to look right through me, making me suddenly feel indecent around him.'

A collection of Grahamscott one shots I have written. Don't expect regular uploads. Thanks for checking this out! Grahamscott, M x M, don't like; don't read. XxC

Ok... this is supposed to be a serious thingy... ya know? Like it's gonna get pretty dark. But before I get into that... Warren Gayram and Nathan Prescunt. !Trigger Warnings! •dissociation •drug abuse •homophobia •bullying •violence •toxic relationships •mention of self harm and/or suicide •panic attacks

Visiting Kate at the hospital had become a weekly thing for Max and Chloe as soon as everything had settled down after the storm that nearly tore Arcadia apart. At some point or another Warren had decided to come along for a visit, resulting in him and Kate becoming pretty good friends as well. But after Max recieved a message from Kate about a certain Nathan Prescott being spotted at the hospital as well, the three decided to go have a look of their own. They were all cautious at first - Especially Chloe who would rather see him behind bars than roaming around near her newest friend, but Warren felt bad about seeing the guy look as broken as he did. That feeling was what had prompted him to go talk to him in the first place. And overtime he realised that Nathan, like many others, had been yet another victim in what had been going on in their town. Maybe Nathan wasn't so bad after all? UPDATE: This fanfic was written when I was, I kid you not, 16. I'm now 21. It has so many flaws and an insane amount of commas, but I decided to try and rewrite it. I'm not gonna edit or add to any of the previous chapters of this one because.. God that is a lot of work, but also because I think it would be cool to see the difference a few years of loose writing makes. I'm by no means a pro writer though, nor is English my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes in the new one still. [ This entire fanfiction is an AU where Max somehow manages to save Arcadia Bay AND Chloe. And Nathan didn't go to jail. Instead he got help, the right medication, and a time-out from school. Mark and Nathan's father ended up in jail though, because no thank you, sir. Also Kate is very alive, bless her. Just a head up! There'll be mentions of self-harm, and depression.

[PLEASE READ] This is my very first time writing something like this. This first chapter is very slow. (Warren Graham/Nathan Prescott) Note: AU means, I make up my own shit that happened in Nathan's past that somehow tie into the game itself. Probably going to include some cliche Jefferson/Sean abuse. This is before Max had gotten her powers but also after Rachel went missing. The view jumps around but always flows to progress the story. Don't question it, just read.

Warning: Only for ages 18+ "You are in my seat," I repeated. "You said that already," the boy beside him voiced with a profound russian accent. The undertone sent a chill to break out on my skin. My hands curled around the books in my arms as I studied him a bit more. The two were similar in the physical, same bone structure and sharp jawline except for the crooked way the second one's nose was angled. As I looked him over he studied me with the eyes of sweet honey, the pools of gold shameless in their perusal. "We are entitled to sit anywhere we like." "You haven't listened the first time," I gritted. I was not in the mood for his bullshit. Not after what I went through this morning. "You are both entitled to a empty seat such as those in the back row." I pointed to the desks Mrs. Murray keeps free of name tags. "This is my section." His lips pursed. "And what about this seat? It is empty. No name, therefore I have claimed it." "I don't do well with partners," I explained. "Not if you like people who bite." His smirk was devilishly sly. "Vy mozhete ukusit' menya v lyuboye vremya, krasivaya devushka." You can bite me any time, pretty girl. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ This is Korina Volkov's first encounter with Maksimillian Nikolaev, a Russian fighter for the Bratva. He's charming and persistent, but Korina wants nothing to do with him. She's a girl with dark secrets, a thief forced to steal to uphold a debt with the Dom of the Russian Brotherhood. Boris Sokolov. The father of her fiancé, Erik. Despite her future with another boy, Maksimillian chases. He wants her. He's adamant about stealing her heart. But soon Boris returns with Korina's past, and a deal that can set her family free from the chains he cast upon them. In order to save her family she'll reach further into the mafia's madness, tangled in a mess of lust, love, deception and the hunger for Maksimillian that will result in giving up being a thief and welcoming a new role.

Excerpt... "Ah! So hot, so hot, so hot!" I jumped back and tried to brush the spilled liquid from my shirt, but it only seeped further into the fabric. "Aish! I'm sorry. I didn't see you." A male voice said. "Well, that's obvious. If you would lo-" I swallowed my words when I looked up. My lips parted without consent as my eyes blinked (like a mad woman's). I tried to stop them, but it was useless. As my brain scrambled for a word to describe the honey-hued man in front of me, I let my gaze wander over his face. I didn't make it past the sensual, hooded eyes-like half-moons-staring at me. "Are you ok?" He asked. I watched his lips, and bit the inside of mine. They were plump, with a natural pucker that called me to them. "Umm, your uh, shirt." I looked down to see my nipples peeking through the stained part of my blouse. Of course, this happens on laundry day!