Requested by: @imjust-confused Hi! Could you do nick Nelson(heartstopper) x male reader dating headcanons,feel free to ignore this! :)
Warnings: none other than mention of Nick patching you up
A/N I love Nick and I couldn’t say no to this, the reader is around the same age as Nick, sorry for it being short, I’m just doing some head cannons while writing the other ones, that I have put on hold for a while bc I have had a depressed mood in a while now, and still have but I’m trying to get myself out of it and school is finally slowing down in all the assignments so yeah, enjoy the while I do the rest of my works
Okay so dating Nick Nelson is amazing
He’s always there to comfort you, and you do the same to him
A lot of cuddles
A lot of small kisses while cuddling
I feel like he would try to teach you rugby
He patches you up every time you get hurt while practicing, or if you just are clumsy then he still patches you up
When you are anxious he lets you draw on his hand, or he just keeps an eye out for you, and makes sure you are okay, taking your hand, giving you a hug
He introduced you to his family a few weeks after you started dating
His family being pretty chill and fun to be around
Especially Nellie, Nick would swear that Nellie loves you more than him
Going to the beach is one of the things you do together every summer
Doing cute little thing together
Watching Marvel movies together either because both of you love them, or if you don’t like them then you watch them because Nick loves them
When going to school you always hold hands
And in class every student can see the two of you whispering to each other
Eating lunch together and sometimes sharing milkshakes or ice cream with each other
Being friends with Tao, Charlie, Tara, Darcy, Elle and Isaac
Definitely having some double/triple dates
Going to the cinema with Nick is one of the best things ever
If you have just started to come to term with being in love with a your own gender then Nick would help you as much as he could to make you accept that what you are feeling is normal
Cute and silly moments is something that happens everyday
Like that one time you had a pillow fight
Or the time when you accused Nick of liking Elizabeth Swann and William Turner more then he loves you which ended in Nick denying it and giving you a very passionate kiss to prove you wrong
Or that one time you slept over at Nick’s place and while you were sleeping he drew on your hand
Or the fact that the two of you always steals borrow each other’s clothes
Okay but you two would literally be the best couple ever
prompt: anonymous: “Could you do a preference with the Hargreeves (TUA) where the reader comes out to them. I'd prefer if it weren't said exactly what the reader identifies as. Thank you :)”
Luther just kind of listened to what you had to say, let you explain what exactly your identity meant to you and how it worked and what that meant for him. “I have no idea what all that means, but good for you! Could you write it down?”
Diego nodded along as you opened up, waiting for you to be finished with what you had to say. “Okay,” he told you and hesitantly gave you a hug, “that’s good. I’m, uh, proud of you or whatever.”
Allison was the most reasonable when you came out to her, giving you a huge hug and telling you that she’s so proud of you for embracing your true self. “I’ll be here for you if you need anything at all, just let me know, okay?”
Klaus was delighted. “Welcome to the club!” He took you under his arm and immediately planned for celebration. A night on the town, he insisted on clubs to “immerse you in your community.” He would find any reason to party.
Five cut you off. “I don’t care.” But you told him anyways and he just nodded. “Hurry this up, I have more pressing matters.” When you finished telling him your news, he poured you a cup of coffee as some sort of “congratulations” and left.
Ben responded like a normal person would. He was very good at listening and let you know he accepted you and would respect you and your identity going forward. “Be proud of yourself. This isn’t small news.”
Vanya was kind and very calm about it, unlike the others. “Thank you for telling me, I’m glad you trust me enough to do so.” She told you of her own experiences and identity to relate to you, as well, and was reasonably excited to have this community in common with you.
Imagine hiding your sexuality from Reddington because you don’t know how he’d react to your crush on him. (Male!Reader)
“I’m not as old-fashioned as you think I am. Or as unobservant.”
You felt your body stiffen, your eyes widening a fraction as you lifted your head to stare at Reddington. “E-excuse me?”
“Just because I’m a criminal doesn’t mean I can’t be a progressive human being,” he continued, meeting your gaze with mild interest, a faint smile on his lips. “You have no need to fear me, [f/n].”
You blinked, struggling to form your thoughts into coherent words. “I don’t fear you,” you stammered out. You got the feeling you knew what he was talking about, but you knew better than to assume with him. Raymond Reddington was a tricky man and a very good liar. It didn’t help that being around him made you feel like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.
He arched a brow, a flicker of amusement dancing across his features. “You should. Though not for the reasons you think.”
You swallowed, trying to subtly wipe your palms off on your pant legs. “So you don’t have any problems that I’m gay?” you asked at last, finally forcing out the words that had been stuck in your throat since you had first come face-to-face with the man.
The slight curl to his lips blurred the lines between smile and smirk as a laugh rumbled through his chest and puffed its way out. The sound made your chest feel light and fluttery. “Unlike some, I have few qualms about where I take my pleasure. I’m not some mob boss meathead clinging to archaic prejudice out of fear.”
The words burst out of your chest before you can stop them, borne of hope and relief and a thousand maybes. “Would you, uh, would you maybe like to grab a coffee sometime?”
His smile grows slowly, the expression filled with a level of satisfaction you hadn’t expected, “I thought you’d never ask.”
Request: (Bucky x Asexual!Reader) Hiii I was wondering if you could do a bucky reader imagine where they’ve been dating for a little bit and then the reader decidess to tell bucky she’s asexual and he’s confused at first by what it means and yk fluff?
Warnings: lots of fluff, a coming out story, an asexual reader, like one cuss word
Word Count: 671
A/N: This is my very first non straight reader, let me know what you think, and if I did something wrong, let me know please. I hope I got asexuality accurate, I know everyone is different but I tried to make it as broad as possible so more asexual identifying could relate. But other than that it’s short sweet and fluffy
Hope you enjoy, feedback is always welcome!
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It was tomorrow and you had to tell Bucky. Yeah, you had been thinking about this decision for a long time, it wasn’t just a spur of the moment idea to blurt out this important piece of information about yourself. It’s just there was a pride parade tomorrow that you wanted to go to with Bucky, and had to explain first why you were there. How not only were you a supporter of the LGBT community, you were a part of it. And a minority as well, being the prideful asexual you were.
You and Bucky were just in the beginning of a relationship, just started to date recently, you hadn’t become intimate yet, so the need to tell him hadn’t come up yet. But it was slowly eating you from the inside, you really wanting him to know, and to support you fully. Yeah, the rest of the Avengers knew, they were more up to date with society, and you had told them with ease, but Bucky, he was just healed from Wakanda and was so checked out of society, still stuck with a 1940’s mentality, that it seemed more of an intimidating task.
Nodding to yourself in the mirror, determination coursing through your eyes, you walked out to find Bucky somewhere in the tower. While you knew Bucky was only a gentleman and would never hurt you purposely, your hands started to sweat at the idea of telling him and possibly rejecting you.
Finding him alone on the couch in the living room, you plopped down next to him, giving him a peck of the cheek.
“Hey Buck. I need to talk to you about something important.”
Fear showed in his eyes, his head whipping towards you, “What? What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
Letting out a chuckle, you put your hand on his soothingly, “Oh Buck, you’re fine. I just wanted to tell you something about myself. You know about the LGBT community right?”
He nodded, “Yeah, Steve had told me about it. I found it very refreshing that less people were being held down by society compared to the 40’s”
His words settled you down a bit, more confidence surging in you, “Well, Bucky. I’m an asexual.”
Confusion clouded his features, eyebrows scrunching, “A Sex You All?”
You giggled at his odd pronunciation, “No, an asexual. I’m part of the LGBT community. I don’t have a sexual orientation, meaning I have a lack of sexual attraction to others.”
Bucky’s face fell, becoming sad instantly, sort of resigned, and you immediately knew what he was thinking, “Wait Bucky, I’m not breaking up with you. I’m sort of, special. While I don’t have sexual desires, I’m a big romantic. I can fall in love. I have some desires like kissing and cuddling. I just don’t really like sex…” to said trying to explain to in simpler terms.
Your words trailed off, as you watched Bucky’s face as he registered your words. Then all of a sudden, a big smile grew on his face, resulting in all the pent of stress to instantly leave your body.
“Oh thank God, you’re not breaking up with me!”
He pulled you into a bear hug, almost squeezing you too tight, but you enjoyed it immensely. Pulling back he gave your forehead a soft peck of his plump lips. Looking into your eyes, he asked, cocking his head to the side, “I’m so glad you felt comfortable enough with me to tell me this, but why did you do it now?”
Smiling sheepishly, you responded, “Well… There’s this LGBT pride parade tomorrow, and was wondering if you’d like to come with me?”
Even though you thought it wasn’t even possible, Bucky’s smile grew even wider, showing off his perfect white teeth. “I’d love to doll.”
So 24 hours later, you found yourself sitting on Bucky’s shoulders, an asexual pride flag draped over your own shoulders like a cape, surrounded by fellow LGBT members and supporters. Bucky whooping and hollering, while he walked down the street, and you were the biggest shit eating grin on your face.
