— editing ‘they’re not into you, lil bro” && working on asks + new fic :] tba soon <33 thanks for the patience!!
— new fic coming out soon: ‘reasons why you’re my home’ !!
REQUESTS: [5/18] | Requests are CLOSED
~ Drabble + Headcanon Requests: [0/15]
> Drabble Requests are mini writings that I can do for people who ask. It could be you just talking about what you imagine a character doing/saying/etc & if I feel like adding onto it then I’ll make a small thing about it. It can consist of a little paragraph or bullet points… if you want a drabble specifically then you can ask as well. I’ll do 15 at a time since they’re easy to get through but if I happen to take a break or something then I’ll pick out 15 to focus on and ignore the potential others for that time being!
~ Writing Requests: [0/3]
> Writing Requests are exactly how they sound, a full on fic! Now I do get burnt out pretty fast even if I’m into the writing process so do be warned it may take a while for me to finish it if I’m going through that time. Unfortunately and fortunately, it may take months to finish if the burn out is that bad or life is just being a bitch at the time. I’ve had a Heartstopper request in my inbox for almost a year (maybe even going on two) because the idea was not fun to write anymore BUT you will still get it. I don’t plan for requests to ever sit that long again now that I’m in a better spot now & getting back into watching shows + playing games! Writing requests may go up to 5 eventually but I think 3 is a good spot because when I write fics… I write A LOT, haha.
^ I’ll be expanding on this in a proper post when I fully return from hiatus under my rules !! thanks sm for the patience & thanks for everyone enjoying the writings with the new season out fbdjsk y’all so cute /p!! writings willll come out soon, an update post will be out in a few weeks as well :)
— DMS ARE OPEN TO REQUEST AS WELL
#%ABTME #%RULES #%WRITING FOR [WIP]
#%MASTERLIST #%REQUEST
🎵CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: space walk —hoyomix (1 hour)
🎥CURRENTLY WATCHING: The Walking Dead S7, 9-1-1: Lone Star S3 & Vampire Diaries S1
💭BRAINROT: Love & Deepspace, Baldur’s Gate 3, The Sims 4, The Sturniolo Triplets, Infamous (IF), Fallen Hero (IF) & 9-1-1: Lone Star <3<3
📝 LATEST WORK: f!reader that wears traditional masc clothes showing her fem queen side. (headcanons) // nick nelson into athletic women (drabble) // how to make a golden retriever happy. (fic)
feel free to request those below for now! i’ll be making a proper “who i’m writing for” someday. yesterday, today, tomorrow nor the day after is that day 💀 or if there are fandoms not listed you can still ask and if i know said fanbase and feel like writing it, i gotchu. (there’s stuff on the actual masterlist too but things like genshin i wont be writing anytime soon aha)
QPR’s are very much so appreciated here! Just be clear on how you want it to be written since I’ve personally never been in one and know very basic things about them (willing to learn more!)
And of course any platonic requests are welcome, not everything has to be romantic :) or if you want your Reader to be in a relationship but a fic is centered around them and their bff but mention their partner in a passing… stuff like that is fine too!
Heartstopper — 🍂
Nick (F/M/GN/NB), Charlie (M/NB), Tao (F/NB), Elle (M/NB), Imogen (F/GN/NB/M), Tara & Darcy (F),
NB!Reader ≠ GN!Reader! When I say the reader is NB, they are strictly non-binary. Not a way for you to imagine them to fit your pronoun set or anything, they are just a non-binary character. GN on the other hand is for self-inserting your pronouns with! Nick for example can be paired with a GN!Reader but Charlie will only be paired with a NB!Reader and NOT a GN!Reader. For non-binary!reader requests, you are free to ask for different sets of pronouns besides They/Them AND you are free to request Genderfluid!Readers :) Genderfluid Readers can be paired with anyone as long as they align properly with the characters sexualities, if you have questions, ask.
^ this applies to all my fandoms!
Poly Requests: Nick & Charlie (Romantic: M/NB… Platonic: F/GN - to Charlie!(V-Relationship) or to both), Tao & Elle (NB), Tara & Darcy - Strictly Poly, you can ask for a Tara based fic but it’s still hinted you, her and Darcy are together. You will never have a T or D x Reader. (F/NB)
- Elle’s sexuality is never stated that I know of, if anyone knows please let me know but because of that, Reader will be strictly non-binary or gender just not stated, including if you request Tao x Elle x Reader! (So they will be strictly NB!)
- I’ve changed my mind on Imogen’s situation and you’re free to ask for any Reader with her but please be respectful of her character! I’m not sure if she’s questioning exactly which is why I’m tip toeing around her & why I’ll let it slide aha.
Tears of Themis — 💧
Marius (M/F/GN/NB), Luke (M/F/GN/NB), Artem (M/F/NB/GN), Vyn (M/F/GN/NB), Rosa (M/F/GN/NB)
Poly Requests: The whole NXX team or you can just pick specific characters! (M/F/NB/GN)
My Hero Academia — ✨
Bakugou, Izuku, Shouto, Mina, Uraraka, Toga,
Poly Requests: You can pair anyone for the most part… (M/F/NB/GN) Just don’t be weird. TDBKDK is 100% fine for example or like, BKsquad x DKsquad is fine too!
Poly Requests: Qiu & Tamarack (V-relationship) which will be them in a relationship with you but friends with eachother (M/F/NB)!
- Renee’s sexuality isn’t confirmed yet but since she was potentially meant to be apart of the ROM squad if they had time to add her as a extra DLC romance, it’s assumed that she at least romantically would be interested in multiple genders. I’ll be following that idea for the meantime until we get her confirmed sexuality.
- Serenity isn’t on here because we have no confirmation on her sexuality either~ I’ll be willing to write for her when we find out!
Hey! They’re coming along, sorry for it not being posted during the weekend aha, some things have been going on at home so been busy taking care of that but hopefully they can be done soon :) Thanks for the patience.
hello! i’ve been resting up these past few days lmaoo, been playing alot of our life: beginnings & always (which i highly recommend to play 😌) along with identity v with my cuzzo!
it is currently 2:14 am and i’m heading off to bed shortly but i’m planning to finish up the requests in the inbox 🫶 thanks for the patience especially the anon with the Aaron request! They’re on their way soon! Not sure when exactly but sometimes between these days :)
In the meantime I’ll be also finishing up Season 2 of Heartstopper so that’ll be fun!! Wanna also write some TaoElleReader someday 👀
Anyways! Thanks for reading if you did, hope your weekend is a great one 😌💜
A CONFESSIONAL ESSAY
[or: a part 2 to 'kissing montage']
pairing: imogen heaney x f!reader
prompts: heartstopperweekly's week 1 prompts -> 1: summer break/holiday) & 3: "Please help me with my homework. I'll owe you one."
word count: 2.2k+
warnings: flirting, established relationship, an almost-love confession, reader literally runs away from her feelings, anxiety
a/n: this was written for week 1 of @heartstopperweekly. it can be read as a standalone fic, but i do recommend reading my fic, "kissing montage" first for the best experience. also, idk if the 'essay themes' mentioned would actually be a thing, but let's just pretend for the sake of this fic
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Imogen flops onto the bed face first, and the contents of her pencil case all fall out and roll onto the floor where you have your own stationery and books spread out into organised spaces. You hear her begin to talk, but it's muffled due to the pillow her face is now buried in.
"What was that, Im?" Laughing, you rise to your feet and plop onto the edge of the mattress. "Didn't quite catch it."
She lifts her head just long enough to repeat herself. "I said we only have a week left to finish our summer homework, and I have no idea what to write for my English essay."
Imogen slams her face back into the soft pillow and groans loudly. You shuffle up the bed and lay down, peppering her shoulder in little kisses to get her attention.
Imogen sighs and then rolls over to face you. "It's your fault, you know?"
"Excuse me? What's my fault?"
"This... I could've had this stupid essay done already, but you're just so d—" She cuts herself off.
"'So', what?" You lift your brows and wait for her to explain the blush that starts to spread over her cheekbones, but then she suddenly shifts. "Hey, come back and tell me why this is my fault."
"Just forget I said that." Imogen slides off the bed and back onto the floor, picking up her book again to find a blank, lined page. She starts to draw a cloud with little lines coming out of it. "Come on, help me brainstorm ideas."
You follow her to where she's sitting with her legs crossed on the carpet and pull out your phone.
"Wait, what are you doing?" She asks, leaning over to try and look at your phone screen. "You're not gonna help?"
"I'm taking a break."
"But I need you! Help me, please!" She tries her hardest to plead with you, eyes wide and lips pouting. Reaching over, she lightly ghosts her manicured nails over your arm rhythmically.
You'd be lying if you said that the feeling didn't send shivers down your spine; make you want to give in, and then lean over and kiss her– homework forgotten.
"Nope." You shake your head, rapidly blinking heavenly thoughts of flicking her hand away and pulling her over you. "Not until you tell me why it's my fault that you can't write your damn essay."
She huffs, and you hear the little thud of her pen dropping onto paper as you continue playing a game on your phone. You purposefully turn up the volume and grin.
"Really?"
"Really." You look over the screen at her and wiggle your brows. "You can't just blame me and then not tell me why."
"It's just a stupid thing. I didn't mean it, alright." She rolls her eyes. "Just... ugh! Please help me with my homework. I'll owe you one. You're so smart and so creative and so good at—"
"Hold up, hold up, go back. You'll owe me one?"
"Yeah, anything." She perks up, desperate to keep you interested in the possibility of a deal. "We could, uh... go out after? Maybe a cinema date? Or we could order in pizza? I'll pay for it."
You drag your bottom lip in between your teeth and look up at the ceiling, thinking, then shake your head. "I'm not really feeling like going anywhere... or pizza."
"Okay, okay..." Imogen glances around her room. "Um... ooh! You can pick one of my plushies to keep. You can pick any one that you want! Besides my queen frog, of course."
You look over at the green frog plush sitting on her nightstand, a little crown on top of its head. You briefly remember when you'd given it to her years ago, when you were both in primary school and your friendship was beginning to bloom into something special; into a forever kind of deal.
You smile, but you don't answer, so Imogen carries on looking around her bedroom until she spots something lying under her bed.
"What about this guy?" She plucks the Luigi plush that she'd practically stolen from you at the arcade almost a year ago. She waves his arms around and pats his head. "I know you still want to steal him right back after I kidnapped him from you."
"Hmm." You reach out like you are going to take him, but then pull back just as quickly. "Nah. I'll have plenty of chances to reclaim him when you're not looking."
Imogen sudddenly throws her head back, and tosses Luigi across the room, making you flinch a little. He bounces off the door and lands perfectly upright in her laundry basket.
"God sake! You're so annoying." She exclaims.
"Rude!"
"You..." Imogen ignores you and she now looks both equally annoyed and nervous, the second emotion puzzling you. "You want me to tell you why I said it's your fault, don't you?"
"Ha, you know me well. Oh, yes." You smile. "I sure do, Im. I'll help you figure out an essay topic for the low, low price of..." You clap your hands against your legs, creating a drumroll sound effect. "Revealing why this is all my fault."
Imogen looks exasperated, but there's a hint of amusement in the slight pull at the corner of her mouth. Her lashes touch the bottom of her eyebrows when she rolls her eyes again, dramatically.
There's also a feeling of nervousness that momentarily washes over your own body and mind. You worry that she might be about to say anything that could cause discord, or a fight.
What if she was about to say something that would upset or anger you?
It's not like you had never had arguments as a couple before. After all, you had been going out for almost a year. When they did happen, it would usually be resolved in true Imogen and [your name] fashion; with a long talk, a couple of emotion-desolving jokes and lots of kisses.
Before you can overthink too much, Imogen groans loudly before saying, "You better not make fun of me. This is dumb."
"Im, I would never."
"Okay, fine!" Her head falls and she fixate on her fingers, starts to pick at a loose thread on the lilac-coloured cardigan she's wearing. When she speaks, her voice is quiet and shy, not like her usual bubbly self at all. "It's because of you. It's your fault because of... you."
"What does that mean, I don't—"
"Ugh! It's because you're so freaking distracting, okay!? You're cute laugh, and your face, and you're so pretty it's very annoying." She looks up like she's asking for help from a higher power. Continuing on, her eyes drop back to her fidgeting fingertips. "Ugh, it's so embarassing... but, I can never concentrate when you look at me the way you do— like that! Like you are right now! I can't focus when you're always so... you!"
You could swear that your heart literally flips inside of your chest as you hear the words tumble from her lips. It takes several minutes after she's finished to say anything back.
"I..."
One word is all you can manage before you take a steadying breath and try to regain a slither of the confidence you had been wearing before her outburst of honest affection. It takes a moment, but you find it, shuffling closer to Imogen.
"You find me... distracting, huh?"
You bump her shoulder with yours, in the space where her cardigan has fallen down to her inner elbow. The familiar sensation of tingles chase themselves all over your body at the innocent, yet intimate press of skin against skin.
It feels like fireworks.
"That's why you can't decide on an essay topic?"
Imogen tries to turn away, but you swiftly take one of her hands, stopping her. You use the other hand to take her chin between your thumb and fingers, and guide her face to look at you properly.
The rose-coloured shadow that dusts her cheeks is now visible, and you find it both adorable and a huge compliment towards you; making you feel all kinds of lovely and warm and prized.
"Im, that's so sweet. And you know I find it hard to get anything done around you as well." You lean forward and kiss the corner of her mouth. "All I want to do when I'm with you, is grab your gorgeous face and kiss you forever."
Imogen's fingers interlace with yours as a small, shy laugh escapes her. She finally replies, tinted cheeks still evident and pleasantly hot under the tender stroke of your thumb. "Really?"
"Can't you tell?" You move impossibly closer and peck the space between the top or her nose and her forehead. "That's why I can't stop looking at you, but I never thought you noticed, to be honest."
"Well, I wish you would stop, so I can get some work done."
"I don't think I could stop if I tried." You rest your forehead against hers and smile. You chuckle then, repeating the same phrase that has become your thing since you began dating. "I really, really like you."
She hums, content. "Hm. I really, really, really like you, too."
Imogen's hand comes up to hold the back of your neck, and you stay locked in the moment for as long as it takes for you mind to come up with an idea, dragging you out of the bubble moment and causing you to pull away.
Imogen's looks dazed and confused, her hand hovering in the air from the sudden loss of contact. "What— Come back! That was nice!"
"Sorry, I just got an idea for your essay."
"Really? Okay, wait a sec." Imogen's eyes widen, and then she reaches for her book and scrambles for the pen she wants; a purple one with a little fuzzy ball on the end. Once found, she rest the book on her leg. "Alright, tell me your brilliant idea."
"You can write about me." Imogen smirks and quirks a brow.
"I— ha— I don't mean that in like, a self-centred type of way. I don't mean you should write about me, specifically, but the theme is romance, right?"
"Or friendship, or family relations. Basically any type of relationship... it's pretty vague."
"Well, maybe you could write about chemistry, like in a relationship. Like ours." You pause for a beat. Imogen's smile is fond as she patiently waits for more. "It could be about how two people can become drawn to each other. How they can feel so connected that sometimes it's all they can think about, to the point where it becomes, you know... distracting."
"Mmhmm." As Imogen nods along excitedly, practically transcribing every word you say into her book, you start to feel breathless. You find yourself pressing a hand against your sweater covered chest.
You try to push on, wanting nothing more than to help Imogen, despite the beads of sweat suddenly adorning the line of your hair.
"Write about how it can actually interfere with your day, thinking about that person and how much you crave being around them, and how much you lo— uh, how much you... like them." You such in a sharp breath, wiping your now-clammy hands on your jeans. "Like being around them. Yep, okay."
You stop abruptly, and Imogen glances at you with expectant, sparkly blue eyes. Her head tilts in the way you've always found so alluring, and she gestures with her hand in a way that says 'carry on' without words.
"Uh— yeah... just write about... all that, and—"
"Wait, keep going, please. This is great." You blow out a breath, and Imogen frowns. "Are you okay?"
Your skin prickles with goosebumps when Imogen picks up your hand and runs her thumb gently over your trembling hand.
"Wait, are you feeling okay?" She puts down her book and lays a hand on your cheek. "What's wrong? You've gone pale, babe."
"Oh... God, don't call me that right now."
You shove her hand away, and immediately notice her mouth fall slightly, a hurt look crossing her features. "I'm sorry, I—"
"No, no. No, don't be, just—" You quickly pick up your phone and stand up. "I need to get out of here."
"You're leaving? But—"
"I have to..." You mumble, then swing open her bedroom door. "I have to go home."
"Wait—" You hear Imogen rustling around as you run down the stairs.
Once you've reached the door and gotten outside, you close the door and lean against in for a quick breath. "Oh, my God."
"What just happened?" You hear Imogen's mother say from inside, her voice prompting you to starting running again.
As your pulse races and your body moves on impulse, your mind reels with the words you are certain were about to spill out of your mouth if you hadn't left when you did.
It's not as though you don't want to tell Imogen how you've been feeling for the past few weeks now... it's just incredibly daunting to think about what her reaction could be.
That night, you don't get any sleep whatsoever as your mind acts like a never-ending camera roll of possible ways a confession like that could have gone; all of the awful, perfect and heartbreaking ways.
"Ugh!"
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Taglist: @whereimwritingfrom @wqxianwriting (lmk if you want to be added or removed to all future imogen fics!!)
requested: @aygfd: hey, I would absolutely love an Imogen one, especially there only being about 3 I’ve seen! I was wondering if maybe you could do an Imogen x f! reader where they pull a nick and Charlie and sneak around school kissing and all lovey dicey at home. If not that’s okay! Thank you :)
word count: 1.1k+
warnings: lots of kisses, sneaking around, reader calls imogen "Im", coming out via a public kiss, kind of set in s1 (bc of nick being single still)
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Imogen bounds towards you the second she sees you arrive at the school gates. She's so excited that she nearly runs into you but stops herself just short so that your shoes are touching.
"Morning," she greets you, sweetly, "Did you sleep okay?"
You briefly flash back to the previous evening you'd shared with Imogen.
You were at her house, hanging out in her room, like you did most nights. It was a normal moment night until Imogen had asked you who you fancied. She said she'd noticed you hanging around with Nick for weeks. Little did she know, you were hanging out with him because he was the only person who knew that you weren't straight. He was the only person you had told, and you had been telling him about your crush on Imogen, while he would try to convince you to let her know, to tell her.
And that is what you had finally done last night.
After she asked you that question, you took a deep breath and then turned around to face your best friend before taking her hand and finally confessing to her that you liked her.
It didn't take long after that for Imogen to lean forward quickly and give you the softest, warmest, most butterflies-in-your-stomach inducing kiss you'd ever experienced.
Now, here you both were, standing outside of the school gates, her eyes darting down to your lips as she also went over the night in her head.
"Not really." You answer, and Imogen looks concerned for all of a few seconds before you add, "I had other things on my mind, you know? Couldn't stop thinking about that–"
She cuts you off by grabbing your hand, surprising you. "Come on!"
She leads you inside, through the corridors, until she finds an open cupboard full of cleaning supplies. She ushers you in and closes the door behind her. "Is this... okay?"
"Uh... yeah!"
She giggles, and then you're kissing again, the hairs on your arms standing instantly as one of your hands finds its way onto the back of her neck.
You break apart a few minutes later when the bell rings. Not wanting to get caught, you both decide to risk getting detention, and you wait for the bell to stop and the corridor to empty before leaving and heading to class with sweet smiles on both of your faces.
—☆—
Over the next few weeks, you and Imogen can't keep your hands to yourselves. Whenever you get a moment alone, your lips are joined, both giddy and excited over this new and glorious feeling.
One evening, while doing homework, Imogen catches you staring at her. You watch her face, noticing the cute way she furrows her brows when she's concentrating. When she calls you out on your staring, you deny it, which results in her tickling you and inevitably leads to her smashing your lips together again.
—☆—
One night, during a sleepover at her house, her mother announces through a yell that she needs to 'pop to the shops to get some milk for breakfast in the morning'. The second the door shuts, Imogen smirks at you, wiggling her brows, "Alone at last! Wanna make out?"
"Uh... duh."
At some point during your little makeout session, you pull back momentarily. Imogen tilts her head slightly in confusion, and you say, quite simply, "You're lips are so soft, Im. Could kiss you forever."
She blushes and then you pull her back to you.
—☆—
Then there's your weekly 'friend date'. This time, you decide to go bowling at Hollywood Bowl. You end up making a bet. If Imogen wins, you'll pay for all the arcade games you play together afterwards, but if you win, she has to give you any and all prizes or tickets that you win in the arcade.
You end up winning, and then Imogen wins a cute Luigi plushy on a crane claw game. When it falls, you reach down to grab it, and she sulks, making a pouty face. You chuckle, "That face... so cute."
"What, this?" She asks, and then pouts again, to which you respond by tipping forward and pressing your lips to hers.
"Crap, sorry! We're like... in public."
"It's okay, there's no one here, silly." She replies, and then snatches Luigi from your hands and runs away with it, making you chase her.
—☆—
It goes on for weeks. You steal kisses at her house, at yours, at the park, in little hidden away corners at the mall, even at school. You both know how risky it is, but you manage to go months without anyone seeing you.
Being best friends, the only kisses you ever manage to get away with in school, are the little cheek pecks. You've always done it every time you greet each other at the school gates or said goodbye after a studying session, sleepover, or before walking home.
And of course you take advantage. Every time you kiss her cheek, or she kisses yours, you linger just slightly longer, or take the opportunity to whisper something cute or romantic in each other's ears.
—☆—
One day at her house on a Saturday afternoon, several months after your crush confession, you break away from her lips, pressing your forehead to hers. "Im?"
"Yeah?"
"I really, really like you."
She pulls away and laughs softly, "I really, really, really like you, too."
"I was wondering... if you want... can we, um... can we start to tell people. I think... I really want to... I'm ready to." You don't look at her as you wait for her answer, not wanting her to see how much you want this, how your eyes are near brimming with tears ready to spill if she says no. "It's okay if you don't want to yet. We haven't even said, you know, if we're..."
"Girlfriends? I think we are." Imogen gently lifts you chin with her thumb. "It's been months, and... well... do you want to be my girlfriend?"
"Absolutely, 100% yes, I do."
"Okay." Imogen pecks your cheek, and then your lips. "Then let's tell people."
—☆—
The next morning, Imogen is at school before you, and the second she spots you walking towards her bench, she bounds happily toward you once again. She kisses your cheek, wrapping her arms around you in a hug. "Just so you know, I want people to know, but I'm just checking... are you sure?"
You smile and nod. "I'm very sure."
"Then come here, girlfriend!" She pulls away, grabs your face, and crushes your lips together, in full view of everyone around you.
This special, life-changing kiss sends tingles throughout your body in a whole new, exciting, and terrifying way, and you can hear the murmurs as Imogen talks into the kiss. "Scared?"
"A little."
"Me too." She pulls away completely then, takes a breath and smiles at you sweetly, then takes your hand. "But I really, really, like you. Come on, let's not be late and get any more detentions."
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Taglist: @whereimwritingfrom (let me know if you want to be tagged in future imogen fics!!)
As a chronic pain girly I wonder how Nick would be with a partner that deals with chronic pain
I’m not super educated on Chronic Pain and tried to not be too specific/tread lightly fhfjd,, Feel free to correct me if anything feels off/wrong/weird or anything else :D ❤️
Nick Nelson:
First and foremost, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable as possible. He doesn’t want you moving too much if you don’t need to be moving.
If you have medication and need a refill or something, please stay at home and rest while he goes to pick it up :,) (yes even if you both are in school at the time. my mans can drive)
He’s very careful when being physical with you and appreciates when you tell him what’s fine to do and what not to do.
He researches 24/7 about chronic pain and the specifics of your own symptoms, he also wants to make sure that your mental/emotional state doesn’t go south so he loves to bring you things you like whether it’s a book or an accessory he saw while shopping, food, drinks, anime/manga, movie dvds etc etc
If your fatigue is low he’ll help prop you up and avoid touching anywhere the pain is severe at the best he can. He keeps watch over you and is quick on his feet the moment you need anything.
Also if you’re someone that has problems with focusing on a task at hand he’s a helper 😌
Sometimes it may or may not seem like he’s babying you but honestly he’s just very concerned and wants to help with whatever he can. He asks if it’s okay to ask you certain questions or say certain comments that may come off as offensive to some and is very open to learning more about chronic pain from you instead of just researching on the internet!
BOUNDARIES BOUNDARIES
He helps track your pain levels everyday as well, plans out an exercise routine with you and your doctor – just making sure you’re keeping yourself happy, healthy and active as much as you can without overexerting yourself.
Walks, light/stretching, swimming, whatever you feel at ease doing he’s down for it. Though (in the future, when you’re adults and living together) every once in awhile randomly while it’s around early morning – he’ll take you outside to the front yard, set down two mats (and a big blanket nearby) and have you stretch with him.
Breathing exercises too.
He’s super patient and understanding in your needs (& wants), super attentive and tries not to be overbearing, haha.
Maybe f!reader is a tomboy (hate that phrase… dresses traditionally masc and bummy almost always?) and has to dress up for an event with Nick (or maybe both of the boys doesn’t matter). And it’s not like she doesn’t know how to dress fem and do make up and hair, she actually can do it very well, she just doesn’t bother lol. But what would the reaction to see her looking like a fem queen for the first time be?
Just wrote things on my mind 😔💜 he’s adorable he loves you very much. | Headcanons w a scenario!
Nick Nelson:
Excuse him as he picks his jaw up off the floor, gets up off his knees after they collapsed and as he goes ahead to order a new heart because honestly. He just died.
Alright first off, he doesn’t mind what you wear of course, as long as you’re comfortable and nobody is forcing you to be who you’re not/force you to wear things you’re not okay being in
I think he’d be a liiitle conflicted seeing you awaken into your divine form, let me explain:
Number One: He’s seen you in traditional masc looks that he thinks, “??? Is someone forcing you to do this?” and it triggers that LITERAL feral mode so you’d have to calm him down.
Number Two: You next have to deal with him hovering over you while you’re doing your makeup because not only is he fascinated he just can’t help take his eyes off of you – as if he does on any other occasion but don’t say anything.
Number Three: He will plead to hold you like right as soon as you’re about to leave to the event 💀 “Hold on… you mean no cuddles before you leave?” ,, “Nick. I have five minutes to run to this event.” ,, “Let me drive you?” 🥺 PLEADE?
Adding on the fact he’s absolutely adoring you while you expertly put on the makeup he asks you questions like, “Do you typically like wearing more traditional feminine things?”, “Does it make you uncomfortable?”, etc etc
He kind of thinks of you as a new person but not in the sense he treats you differently from before, he just wants to brush up on some boundaries, ya know?
TEACH HIM HOW TO DO YOUR HAIR AND MAKEUP LIKE HE WOULD MELT 🥹
For some reason he has a suit in your closet? So while you’re combing through your hair, you see his silhouette peek out behind your door through your vanity. “Nick, honey, what are you doing?”
He laughs suspiciously before widening the door, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his chin up. In all his glory stands Mr. Nelson, in a classic black and white suit. He wiggles his eyebrows at you and, “Allow me to be your king for the evening, My Queen.” He then awkwardly bows.
It takes every part of you not to laugh nor yeet your comb at him. “What…” Is all you manage to squeak out.
He then walks over to you, guiding the hand that was tangled in your locks into his own. He wraps his other hand around your waist, very much giggly. “I love this look.” He plants a soft kiss on your forehead and it makes you flustered right off the bat.
“Really?” He nods in affirmation, twirling you around your bedroom and admiring the way your dress flans out before resting back down against your legs.
He rocks you back and forth, sometimes giving you a spin. “Do you not like wearing dresses and makeup? Is this your first time looking this way and you’re just a first time expert at everything?” He jokes but you hear the curiosity in his words.
“Not very often, if at all, really. Special events if they require it.” You toss your comb on the bed before wrapping your arm around his neck. “And maybe I am, but not in this case. Sometimes I wanna wear makeup or just mess around with it so I’ve practiced here and there.”
He pauses.
“Wait have you been wearing makeup some of the times I’ve seen you and I’ve never noticed?!”
Your grin. “Maybe.” He scoffs and sighs in self-disappointment. “Why?” You pull him closer and give him a peck on the lips.
“Because? Isn’t that something I should notice?” You raise an eyebrow and he continues, “I don’t want you to feel as if your efforts are wasted by me not noticing.”
“Nick, if I ever feel like dressing up it’s not necessary for you to notice every bit of detail. I’m content lazing around like a bum without all the fancies.” He laughs at your words, “Though, seeing your reaction to this look definitely makes me think I should try a few other things someday~”
“That sounds sooo suspicious…” Nick narrows his eyes at you but you can see the faint blush on his cheeks. “Can I try helping you with your makeup or hair someday?”
This surprises you and you crack a grin. “Would you like to be my test dummy as well?”
“What?!”
“Well as my boyfriend, I think that’s an unspoken rule, no? Let your girlfriend give you a makeover, mhm.” You nod like it’s law.
“I’ve never heard of such a thing?”
“Well yeah, I said it’s unspoken for a reason.”
He looks so done with you.
In the end though, days you do feel like wearing things a little more feminine he goes shopping with you for different clothes, accessories, even those damn hair rollers.
99.9% gonna be confused as hell but he’s got the spirit and loves coming up to you with different things expressing how good you’d look thought he sneaks a cheesy comment, “You’d look stunning in anything.” With a shrug.
Takes every FIBER AND MUSCLE in your limbs to not jump this man with an uproar of kisses in the middle of the freaking store.
Either way he loves anything you wear even if you showed up one day to his house in a trash bag. He loves anything you do with your hair and look, hoping you feel satisfied in the results yourself.
(Also please bring him to that event you’re going to, he wants to show you off pspspsps like YEAH that’s my lover mhm, yeah I know she looks like a goddess. Did you know she did this herself? A professional? She might as well be. – drag him off before he can continue LMAOO)
Side note: Nick tries to act like he’s some posh fancy little man so, he’s insufferable with his… whatever you wanna call this; “Ah yes dear, this dress looks absolutely divine on you, though you look exquisite everyday.” or acts like the two of you are royalty. Just a silly little guy. That is indeed your boyfriend.
(It’s a great distraction he loves to do if you’re not typically comfortable dressing up more feminine when the time comes)
ALSO COMPLETELY RANDOM but if you’re not comfortable wearing traditional feminine clothing I… LMAOO he would absolutely be the type of significant other that wears them along with you. You buy a new skirt (just for it to be locked away with the others fr) and he’s in the room when you open the package, right
He’s like, “Why don’t you try it on?”
You explain why before pointing to the drawer at the bottom of your dresser before tugging it open and wow! So many damn skirts lmao, majority were given to you by some of the girls you know that say they didn’t wanna throw them away but weren’t wearing them anymore so it’s your responsibility now 😁🥰
He asks if he can grab one, you shrug in confusion and he takes one. Five minutes later, explain to me why you’re both standing infront of your body mirror, both bare legged but twisting around in the skirts. You both don’t look bad 😌 Like Nick would say, you look absolutely divine.
In conclusion, he loves when you dress up and is absolutely starstruck by the different attires you wear but he’s faaaar from giving up on your usual style. He cheers you on when you go out of your comfort zone – or even if it is in your comfort zone and you just don’t want to wear such things frequently, he’s still cheering you on!
He admires the way you’re very precise with your makeup, he admires how you style your hair and he carries the days you decorate your strands with different accessories (like flowers or clips etc) deep within his heart and don’t even get him started on your outfits. Even when you’re not dolled up he always thought your sense of style was really nice and even asks you often to help buy some more clothes for him or help pick out things to wear, aha.
I’m sure we all expected it but no matter what you look like he thinks you’re absolutely talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, beautiful, gorgeous, charming, admirable, stunni-
Yes I said us swimmers hehehehe. BABY I got arms, legs (butt included heh) and abs for days. Sorry your excitement got me excited and my muscles are like the one thing I have confidence in besides my curves lmao. Anyway thank you for humoring my day dream
AS YOU SHOULD THO?? feel confident we’re all here for it 😌🤭
Is it me or does Nick seem like the type to be attracted to athletic girls? Like imagine him with a swimmer gf who’s buff (us swimmers are quite muscular). I don’t know… I just feel like he was be attracted to muscular girl like that (i could just be hoping tho who knows)
HE WOULD BE, I think Nick wouldn’t overall care what type of body figure you have as long as you’re being healthy with yourself but secretly I dooo think he’s one of those guys that would adore if their gf can pick them up or if you like flex infront of this man he would quite literally die.
I think he’d also love an athletic girlfriend since he’s quite athletic himself so he’d find it as a nice activity with one another. Not to mention, if you’re able to PIN HIM DOOOWN 🫵 The fifty shades of pink & red his skin will go is the funniest shit you’ve ever witnessed but also soo endearing 🥹
Muscles are cool and attractive to him in general but if his girl got them muscles especially? He couldn’t handle it but in a good way, haha. Please hug him alot though he 😳❤️💥❤️💥 LMFAOO
ALSO “US” swimmers? 👀 not me getting excited at this bit of info, if I’M excited, he’s bouncing off the walls, trust.
LMFAOOO, it's the internalized homophobia ig? or maybe he accepts hes a lil fruity cereal pop man but doesnt like the other gays. thats crazy... the aaron lore is thickening fr
(dont tell nick i have a crush on his teacher, i still love bb charles of course)
lil fruity cereal pop man is so wild, never lookin at you the same. NOT THE AARON LORE? he doesnt deserve lore 🤬
(eyebrow raises……. this is why mr farouk has given up on everything but his lover…….)
LET MY FAVROUTE BOY HAVE DINNER WITH HIS BOYFRIEEEND THIS IS HOMOPHOBIAaaa
YOUR TAGS??? ON THE RB??
you cant get rid of me >:) and ISNT UR FAVROITE BOY CHARLIE SPRING WHAT IS THIS? CHEATING? ON MAIN? but i agree let mr farouk have dinner with his boo :// thats pretty messed up…
i said it’d be funny if reader was a dude and like, was bein homophobic but buddy you is a man that likes another man 🤨 what is it giving…?
the aaron request is making me lose my mind, i’m writing the basic outline for it (just key scenes and information before i actually start on the writing) and i decided to add Mr. Farouk into the mix bc i suddenly thought of him. then the stars were aligning bc hes the SCIENCE TEACHER AND THATS HOW READER N AARON MEET!!!! yessir
anyways Mr Farouk is literally done with classes for the day, abt to go see him mans for a nice dinner date but he cant go 5 steps out of the room without hearing a student – his student that had left his classroom not that long ago, Aaron – calling you, nick and charlie out of your names? looking up and coming across you literally against the locker, wrist held in a forceful grip BY AARON and Nick lookin like he finna kill a mf, becoming his full moon beast werewolf self he aint that golden retriever anymore‼️ Charlie is like in motion to slap tf outta Aaron fr and you’re shifting your leg to KNEE TF OUTTA AARON FOR REAAAAL
✨DRAAAAMUHHH✨ nah and mr farouk is PISSED ,, more than pissed bro 😭 how is aaron gonna survive this one? find out next ti-
nick when he sees reader and/or charlie being disrespected:
