#nick and charlie x female reader
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how to make a golden retriever happy.
SLIGHTLY proofread | f!reader | poly relationship with nick & charlie though reader isn’t dating charlie | pretty damn long i got ahead of myself, sorry :,) | they’re so cute but im so bad at details fr | lunch date, walks, stargazing w fireflies & movie night! (you got headbands to wear… guess what movie charlie is having y’all watch rn) | what is stargazing | author questioning what color sonic’s eyes are | theres some crying at the end and a mention of breaking up but its just those negative thoughts actin up, theyre all okay :) | angst/comfort? | not many kisses unfortunately but THERE ARE SOME, like three scenes… two? | there is cussing, not much | nick & reader flashbacks
#%a/n%#;; first request done! thanks for it, they mean so much to me. i didn’t wanna make it too long but here we are lolol, hope it’s enjoyable though 🥹💜 also ntm on your family details but your mom does appear and she has a “set” personality! no one else appears though so you can imagine the reader’s family how you want, though it is mentioned your mom is married. also note, since reader is a lady she goes to the same school as like, elle darcy tara (and probably imogen too, right?). meant to post this yesterday but i wanted to add some stuff at the end haha, sorry sorry this is a whole ass wattpad book fr, feel like i wrote so much and nothing at the same time. hope you enjoy if you give it a read thought fhdhdj
OH YEAH last thing, the emotions in this story is kind of a whiplash 💀 one minute they’re happy the next theyre kinda sad or bittersweet so- hopefully the pacing doesnt seem bad… BE WARNED. shouldn’t be too crazy. okay thats it this time do enjoy
character(s):
nick & charlie (heartstopper)
elle & tao cameo
reader’s mom omg she’s a sweetheart, charlie’s parents are mentioned/super small cameo, nick’s mom also has a small cameo/is mentioned
darcy, imogen and sahar are very briefly mentioned!
The sweet sound of the school bell rings throughout and the school and every single student sighs in relief of the noise. You glance up at the clock on the wall before looking around the classroom where students are packing up their bags while talking noisily to one another.
You allow yourself to recline in your chair, left arm reaching back to where your backpack dangles off the seat and slide your hands into the side pocket, grabbing your phone.
Nicky Ricky Dicky: I’m alive!
Char: you live! i live too :) wanna walk together today or are you both busy? (gonna pick you up bestie)
Y/N: i’ll meet you outside (ty loveliest)
Char: awesome!!! nick?
Nicky Ricky Dicky: Sorry aha, I need to go home quickly today but I’ll be sure to join tomorrow!
This makes you pout and you can imagine your bestfriend having the same expression because the sad emoji he wrote in the group-chat even makes you sadder.
Char: ☹️
Y/N: don’f worry charlie
Y/N: Don’t*
Nicky Ricky Dicky: Sorry :,)
Char: It’s fine! Do what you have to do… we gonna facetime tonight though?
Char hearts your message ‘don’f worry charlie’.
Nicky Ricky Dicky: No promises but I’ll do my best. 😠❤️
Nicky Ricky Dicky: i gtg now, love you both <3
Y/N: lym! ❤️
Char: love you! ❤️❤️❤️
Y/N: three hearts 🥹
Char: y/n. STOP. come outside before i die
Y/N: omg… such a drama king like okay
You write and yet, you’re quick to jump from your chair and snatch your bag before sliding it on your shoulder. You push in your chair and skip out into the hallways where you see Elle. “Heya, Elle!”
She smiles warmly and waves goodbye to her friends before stepping in sync with you. “Hey there, Miss, didn’t catch your name.” You bump her shoulder and she bumps you back. “What’re you up to?”
“Charlie’s gonna come pick me up, hopefully via bike… mines broke the other day.” You sigh and she gives you a look of pity while trying to bite back a grin. Then she perks up.
“Not Nick?”
You shake your head, rubbing a hand against your temple. “Mm-mm, you ever just get a feeling something is off?”
Elle nods, turning her face away from you and her hands grip onto the handle of her bag that bounces against her legs. “Yeah, just putting it out there… graduation may be on his mind, I know its on mine and it’s been kicking my ass to be honest,” You wrap an arm around her in comfort and she hums in appreciation. “Just all that weird stuff, weird thoughts and anxiety…” Then she pauses, raising a hand and flicking her wrist. “Okay- not weird, but you know.”
That makes you snort, “Yeah, I get’cha… maybe, but we’ve always been open about that kind of stuff, I just don’t understand why it’d be a issue… I mean, we’ve talked about it many times before so it’s kind of odd, I guess?” You and Elle share a look of confusion before shrugging.
“Maybe it’s been having more of an impact y’know? You can speak easily about something when you’re not there yet but… graduation is coming up and everyone is worried about the future. You know how things don’t hit you till it’s happening literally next week or something? Maybe its hitting harder.”
Your heart clenches in pain at those words. She’s not wrong, there is a high chance it’s staring to affect him more… hitting harder than you’d know. You nibble on your bottom lip in concern and furrow your eyebrows,
“Well. If he’s being an idiot and isn’t gonna come to us about it then I’ll beat him up.” You place your hands on your hips, lightly joking to disperse the tense air between the two of you. Of course he isn’t being an idiot but you refuse to let him stress on his own. Elle chokes out a laugh in surprise.
“Oh god, he better run, she’s scary when she’s angry.” One of her hands let go of her bag and she hold her stomach while laughing a bit more. “Wouldn’t that be a sight?”
You scoff, “Like we haven’t argued before.”
“You argue about literal video games.”
“Stop.” You laugh and push at her shoulder. “Oh, and Elle, you know I’m your friend and if you ever need an ear to lend about college talk or need help to get your mind off of it to just relax, you got me.” She stares at you for a few beats before cracking into a grin.
“Thank you, Y/N. You know you got me too.”
Outside the school building you’re quick to spot two familiar figures by the gate. “Yes, he’s here!” Your arms raise in celebration then instantly flop down, “There’s no bike…!”
Elle calls out which makes the two boys stiff in seconds.
“Get your butts over here, Mr. Xu and Mr. Spring!” They awkwardly crane their necks to your direction and simultaneously sigh in relief – probably thinking you were teachers.
“You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Tao exclaims as you and Elle once you’re right infront of the two, gesturing to his heart. Elle is quick to place a hand over his chest – Tao’s cheeks lowkey reddening but you decide not to point it out for his sake – and her eyes widen a bit.
“Tao, your chest is gonna shoot out your chest.”
“See?”
“That is the goal, sire.” You finger gun at him and he smacks your hand away lightly with an exasperated look. It makes you giggle. “Elle is just feeling a little silly today.”
“It’s my agenda.” She grins before engulfing Charlie into a hug and he squeaks in surprise before squeezing her back. “Hello, Charlie!”
“Are you sure your heart isn’t pounding because you’ve gotten your daily dose of Elle?” You whisper while stepping in line next to Tao, facing your head to your other friends but you can see him tense at the corner of your eye.
He pinches his nose bridge, mumbling and you catch some of the words, suspiciously sounding like him saying he’s gonna fight you. His cheeks bloom a rosy rose so you take the win either way and smugly smirk at him.
“Hi, Elle!” His muffled laugh catches your attention, making you and Tao smile at the interaction before you wrap an arm around the latter, making him eyeroll, of course he does, but he wraps an arm around your shoulder and gives you a light squeeze in response.
“We best be off on our merry way,” You speak up, checking the time as the two friends let go of eachother. “I wanna stop by that new shop that opened a few weeks ago… Is that fine, Char?”
He gives you a thumbs up and Elle speaks, “Let me know how their desserts taste, I’ve been wondering but honestly they don’t look that good so…” She stares at you with a grimace before shrugging.
“Noted~” You say in a singsong voice before wrapping your arms around Charlie. “I’ll call you later, enjoy your afternoon date.” You and Charlie give the couple teasing grins and they take the bait, looking away in shyness but Tao takes the initiative and connects their hands together. It makes you melt.
“Shut up.” He groans, snapping but tone very much unthreatening adding on the fact he’s trying to cover his flustered face with his free hand.
“Yes, yes grumpy old man, we’ll see you later.” You and Charlie waist no time to start down the road with waves.
“Bye!” He shouts.
“I’m not a grumpy old man!” Tao stomps his foot, comedically. Right. How could you make that mistake?
“Bye, Y/N and Charlie!” Elle laughs with a wave and tugs her totally-not-grumpy boyfriend off in the other direction. You watch their hands tighten around eachother, squinting in amusement when Tao’s scowl instantly softens into a lovestruck gaze.
“Ahhh, young love.”
“You’re starting to sound like the old one here.” Charlie snickers, hands coming up to hold onto your forearms that are still bounded around him.
“You wound me, Char.” You squeeze him and he huffs. “I literally think the same when you and Nick are interacting, it’s so,” You make weird noises, fingers wiggling. “Y’know? Very sweet. Very cute, I even have some photos of you latching onto eachother while sleeping. Wanna see-?”
His brain feels like it’s shutting down, lightly smacking your arm when you lift it as to grab your phone. “Stop it.” You could practically see those animated stars swirling around his head and laugh.
You relent and unwrap your arms with a cheeky smile. He glances at you before hiding his face in his hands. “Ughh, whatever. You act like you don’t jump Nick the minute you see him.” Yeah, that’s crazy. You feel your own cheeks flaring up.
“You must be blind.”
“No, no, no. Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Lie!” He exclaims in a joking tone, uncovering his face and poking you in accusation. You lean away, losing your balance and forcing yourself to lean on your tippy toe. Your other foot comes down onto pavement with a stomp and you twirl like you’re dancing. Charlie definitely notices this misstep, doesn’t say anything but you see his shoulders shaking in silence. He’s laughing.
“I never lie?” You pick off the conversation.
“Was that a question?” He tilts his head back at you.
“No?”
He stares at you, eyebrow twitching and you puff out your cheeks like a frog, looking anywhere but in his direction. “You’re awfully cheeky today.”
“How am I being cheeky?” He gives you a look like you’re being ridiculous.
“Charlie Spring is a little cheeky today, my oh my, what have I done to deserve this.” Then you raise your voice in a slight yell, “Ahhh! Who is this?! This isn’t my Charlieeee…!” Your arms reach for the sky.
“You’re an idiot.” He takes the chance and poke you again which makes you yelp. You narrow your eyes. He runs off, you chase.
That was last week. You haven’t seen your boyfriend in a couple of days and it’s concerning. He responds hours late to your messages, doesn’t even respond in your group chat with Charlie, his calls barely last ten minutes and you literally haven’t seen this man in person. Charlie tells you he still shows up at school but his eye-bags are pretty bad.
“Is he avoiding me? I’m confused.” You frown, balled up on Charlie’s bed and feeling very mixed. A little annoyed, a little sad, and alot of worried. Charlie sets down two mugs on his bedside table and sits next to you on the bed. His rests a hand atop of your head and lightly taps it.
“No… I don’t think so. I see him at school and he tries to act normal but even he doesn’t respond to me like that outside of school.” The scowl his face makes has deepened and you’re quick to wrap an arm around his leg in comfort. He lets out a weak smile but it’s quick to fall off his face. “I’m confused too…”
You both stay silent, it’s nearly deafening. “I don’t wanna force him to tell us anything – I mean, he knows he can come to us if he needs it but if he’s really stressed about school maybe we can help give him some space to not think about it. Even if its only for a bit, you know?” Charlie listens to you mumble while tugging at a loose thread on his sweater and nods slowly, eyes lost in thought.
“Should we go somewhere?” He tilts his head back to look at the ceiling before his gaze travels around his room’s walls, hoping to find an inkling of inspection.
“That sounds fine.” The somber feeling in the room lifts a bit when you start to grin. You shift onto your back, raising your right arm in the air and sprawl out your fingers. “We could go out, do something and eat… I kinda wanna stargaze, is that weird?”
He lets out a chuckle, glancing down at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, “Wow, you’re such a romantic, Y/N. I’m shocked.” To which you scoff.
“Well, duh. Who makes all the date plans?”
“Okay, no, that’s because you say we’re bad at planning dates – you refuse us to even be involved.”
“Charlie, Nick brought you to a dog park as a date.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“You both stayed there till nine.”
He full on laughs now, bumping you with his knee and you smack it back in retort. “No judgement though, I would do the same but that was for the whole day! Who stays at a dog park from Eleven to Nine?” He continues to laugh until they turn into giggles.
“Maybe… we’re unique.”
“True that. You didn’t even bring baby Nells, shaking my head.” To put emphasis, you shake your head and your friend has to gasp out for air. “Don’t die, now.”
“Whatever whatever.” He brings his hands to his face and rubs his cheeks in circular motion to calm himself. His face is flushed and he exhales slowly before reaching for his phone. “Do you want your drink?”
You remove your arm from his leg and sit up properly, holding on your hands and he complies, placing the mug between them. “Thank you~” You lean on the wall, flopping your legs onto Charlie’s before crossing them at the ankles – to which he sighs in annoyance and it makes you grin. “What’re you doing?”
“I’m gonna search for places to go that is nearby but not too close… you have a place in mind for stargazing?” He grabs his own mug that is black and littered with yellow stars, how ironic. You nod sleepily, slowly sipping your preferred drink and tap at the cup absentmindedly.
“Yeah, it’s near my house.”
He flicks his eyes towards you for a second.
Then goes back to typing on his phone.
“You mean it is your home.”
“Maybe.”
You smirk, he sighs and you both go back to planning. Nick honestly better be willing to get his ass dragged out of the house by his lovely girlfriend and boyfriend because money is involved and you both would be damned if he just wallows in self despair, alone.
So, that’s what happens, you fill Charlie’s parents in on needing to steal your bestfriend during the weekend and some of the plans involved like a movie night. They agreed to let him stay over for the night but he must call every few hours or atleast text.
Your parents love the boys and were completely down with the idea. Of course you also secretly called Nick’s mum and she had filled you in on a couple things that made you a tad bit more nervous to see your boyfriend.
Seems like your assumption was correct (more like Elle’s). “Lately he’s been talking about colleges, right… he’s planning to go on a trip sometime this month to check them out but he seems stressed, it’s been worrying me. You know though, kids probably don’t want their parents all in their business, haha,” She laughs softly and you can hear running water cut off on her end – probably washing something – “He knows he can come to me so I’m just letting him have his space. It’s lovely you and Charlie want to ease his mind! Glad he’s with and friends with two sweethearts,” This makes your face flare up in embarrassment but your chest puffs with pride.
“Of course, and I know he appreciates you being patient and understanding with him. The thing we don’t wanna do is pressure him… I just hope this can help take his mind off of the stress and you know… relax?” You grimace a bit, tugging at the end of your sleeve as the phone sits between your ear and shoulder.
“I get it, mhm. Thank you, Y/N.” Her voice is still soft but gets even more sincere with a hint of emotion. Had you feeling emotional too.
Saturday is quick to arrive and you stare at your reflection with determination. Brushing down your outfit, you admire your date look a bit more before turning around slowly and snatch your bag off the bed which is filled with random necessities that you may or may not need along with your wallet.
“Alright, Nick Nelson, prepare yourself for the best date you’ll ever be on.” You puff out your cheeks, grab you phone of the charger and exit your room. “I’ll be off, Mother~” You hum once you reach the end of the staircase and spot your Mom on the couch with a paper in hand.
“What is with the formal address?” She chuckles behind her hand, standing up and following you towards the front door. “I’ll see you later tonight with Nick and Charlie, right? Enjoy yourselves.” She smiles, wrapping her arms around your head and you hug her back with a gentle squeeze.
“Oh! Wait.”
She quickly unravels herself from you and speeds down the hall to the kitchen. Your eyes stare down the direction she went for a few seconds before deciding to slip on your shoes.
“Okay, here you go.” You’re standing with the door open by the time she comes back and she gives you a picnic basket. It’s not super big but you have to grab it with two hands. Less from the size, more from the weight.
“Mom. What did you pack in here?” You huff out a laugh, going to open the lid but she stops you.
“No, do not open it. It’s like… a wedding. You can’t see your spouse or it’ll be bad luck!” She speaks with a finger raised and you cock an eyebrow up. Whatever you say, Mom is basically your expression and she seems to notice because she places her hands on her hips with an exasperated look. “Just trust me, I’ve done it before and it was bad luck all day.”
“Mhm, mhm, right.” You nod, half listening and backing up on your porch. She follows, hand on the doorknob with a soft smile and she pinches your cheek with her other hand. “Thanks, I love you.”
“Love you too, honey.” She full on grins now and waves. After your ‘see you later’ promises, you’re quick to dart down the street and across the roads to a nearby park where Charlie said he’d meet you after picking up Nick. It gives you enough time to unload the nice lunch packed for the three of you and hopefully buy some refreshing popsicles or ice creams before they arrive.
Seems like luck is on your side though – maybe your Mom was right – because the minute you finish laying out the huge blanket in a nice shaded area you hear the sound of someone ringing a familiar bell sound. You turn your head so quick it nearly gave you whiplash and your eyes widen at the person walking along the park’s path, pushing a white squared cart decorated with photos of different types of cold treats.
You take your bag and phone, dialing Charlie’s number while speedwalking across the grassy field. It takes two rings before you hear his voice.
“Yes, partner in crime?” His voice comes off as staticky for a moment.
“What the hell are you doin’, your mic is scuffed as hell…”
“I’m walking!” You could imagine the eyeroll Charlie would do and bite your cheek to not laugh.
“Are you with Nick?” You continue to talk but smile in greeting when the ice cream seller stops at you coming over. He says hello and you wave before looking over all the choices on the cart.
“Yes. We’re grabbing drinks right now, you okay?”
“Yeah! I’m at the park, set up the picnic – though the food is still in the basket,” You glance back at your spot and after making sure nothing seems out of the ordinary you look back at the cart. “You remember those ice cream cart things? You want something?”
It’s silent between the two of you as Charlie ponders, in the meantime you point to your desired choice and the guy nods with a smile, opening the ice cream cart before digging around in the pile of cold desserts until he finds the one you want.
“Do they-“ He cuts himself off with a chuckle and you perk up at his voice, “Do they um,” He snorts this time then sighs to calm himself, “The ones with the bubblegum eyes. I wanna try one.”
You laugh a little, thanking the ice cream man as he sets the packaged treat in your hand. “Do you want the sonic one or something?”
“Whatever you spot first or whichever is given. Oh wait- Nick-“ You zone out a bit as he speaks to the blond and point to the blue hedgehog. The ice cream man continues his search. “He said he wants the crybaby ice cream.”
“Oh god.” You sigh in adoration, tilting your head back to the clear blue sky. “Weren’t they, like, terrible the last time we tried them?”
This time you hear Nick’s cheerful voice and he scoffs, “Okay, no. That was because for some weird reason you and Darcy wanted to put warheads into the mix.”
“Thank you,” You say to the nice man, grabbing a ten and a five dollar bill as a tip out of your wallet with a smile. You then put all the treats into your bag along with the wallet, waving the man bye which he returns and goes on his merry way. Your focus goes back to the two boys. “Ah yes, I remember the part where your face went sooo red. Hilarious, I have videos I think.”
He groans in prospect and you hear muffled giggles erupt from Charlie. “Why do you do this to me?”
“What are you talking about?” You tease and he groans again.
Charlie then speaks up, sounding way closer to the phone. “Alright! We’ll see you in two-point-five seconds.” You hum in response and say your goodbyes before hanging up the phone.
You reach the blanket again, flopping on your tush and take the ice creams out, aligning them with precision on top of the picnic basket. Charlie doesn’t disappoint because not two minutes later you see two familiar figures walking down the park path, one of them pointing towards your general direction and ditching the path to the grass.
You could feel your heart pound from… nervousness or excitement? Maybe both and it makes you grin, waving at the two. They get closer and Charlie waves awkwardly with a hand that has a drink in it, to which you notice his other hand also had a drink… and one of Nick’s. The blond’s other hand is carrying headbands of some sort and a bag is hanging off his arm.
“Char told me to get these while we were in the grocery store.” Nick speaks first when they get to you, he lifts the hand with headbands. “I decided not to question it.” You raise your hands and he carefully sets the accessories in them. Ah. Barbie headbands.
“Charlie…” Your brows pinch in amusement but also bewilderment. “What have you decided?”
He chuckles mysteriously, lifting a foot off the ground to point at your hand. “Put those down and take your drink, please. My hands are freezing.”
“Oops.” You comply and take the cup. The two eventual settle down with Nick in the middle and you quietly take a nice sip of the beverages. “Thank you.”
The boys nod and you glance at Nick, noticing the shadows of bags under his eyes. It makes you frown for a second, “So, what am I doing here on this lovely day.” Before you could inquire, Nick speaks up first, eyes shutting in contentment and a pretty smile adoring his face.
You lean back on the palm of your hand, eyeing Charlie and he meets your gaze. “Can we not want to hang out with the one and only, Mr. Nick Nelson?” You speak with a teasing tone, leaning into his side. His smile goes wider and he opens his eyes to meet yours.
“You make me sound like some big shot.”
Your eyes narrow.
“Well it was hard to reach you… so…” His gaze falters along with his smile, nervously tapping the top of his cup. “Not to pressure you, you know that but Charlie and I will always be there to listen if you need it.” You poke his arm gently and you spot Charlie’s hand sliding into Nick’s.
“Yeah.” Charlie nods, squeezing their hands, “But if not, that’s fine too. Y/N and I wanted to just, relax with you. Spend some time together.”
That makes Nick let out a shaky laugh and a wobbly smile. “Thanks.” He pauses. “Really. It’s just been, crazy?” He nibbles at his bottom lip before sighing and flops on his back, leaving his cup between his crossed legs and dragging the two of you down with him – which makes you all share a laugh.
Charlie rests against his boyfriend’s chest – facing his direction and you flip onto your stomach to play with both of their soft locks. “What has?” You ask softly.
He’s silent for a bit, tapping his fingers on your back with his free hand. “I’m not sure, school? Life? …Me? There’s no exact reason, everything just seems to be crashing down in my brain and it’s annoying to say the least.” He sighs heavily, “I’m probably just having that kind of month where everything is just feels like alot.” He frowns and you move the hand in his hair down under his chin, gently squeezing his cheeks and he chuckles.
“That’s perfectly fine, it happens.” You move the hand to trail up the left side of his face and place your palm over his forehead like you’re checking his temperature and it makes Charlie join in, prodding at Nick’s neck gently.
“There’s a lot going through your life right now, perfectly understandable why it feels overwhelming and such. Thank you for talking to us about it.” Charlie speaks softly.
“Of course. I don’t,” Nick pauses, opening his eyes with a flash of worry, “I don’t want it to feel like I’m shutting you both out or anything, or if it feels like you’ve done something wrong. I feel less weird thinking I’m overreacting, haha…” The laugh comes off flat but from the reassuring smiles from his lovers, he feels at ease.
“You’re not.”
“Nuh-uh.” You and Charlie speak simultaneously, denying such thoughts. It makes Nick laugh which sounds less forceful.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to talk about everything right now since I don’t even think I’m done… accessing everything but really, thank you. You both are my anchors.” If you didn’t tear up from that, your heart definitely did. Charlie gets up off Nick, letting go of the blond’s hand and tilts his head back with his hands over his face.
“Same, Charlie.” You cover your own face and lay flat against the blanket.
“I…” Nick trails off with another laugh and he sits back up which catches both of your attention. “Can we eat though, I’m getting a little hungry.” He gives a shy smile and you also sit up.
“Oh shit, what if the ice cream melted?!” This realization has the three of you shooting towards the basket, grabbing the packaged delights and simultaneously sigh in relief. They’re not melted… yet.
“Should we just eat these first and then eat the actual lunch next?” Charlie bites back a laugh, already opening up the plastic and pulling out the bubblegum eye Sonic, wasting no time to put it in his mouth with wide adorning eyes.
You and Nick watch him in amusement before opening your own. “I wanted this lime popsicle they usually sell but there were none.” You sigh before eyeing Nick’s container of airhead ice cream. He opens the top and it reveals the swirls of… red? Or pink and green.
“That’s funny, we saw those while we were at the store. There were these coconut flavors too.” Nick reminisces, plucking the taped but wrapped in it’s own plastic wooden spoon off the side of the ice cream container.
Charlie hums before looking down at the bitten into Sonic, “Why does Sonic have green eyes? Are they actually green?”
You all stay silent.
“I thought they were black or brown?” You speak in confusion.
“Right? Even blue….” Charlie tilts his head.
“Technically all of those are correct though they turn red as well… It’s the different franchises, I guess?” Nick furrows his brows in thought, scooping into his sour treat after freeing the wooden stick and eats away, wincing here and there. You watch with amusement.
The lunch date you can say with absolute certainty was very successful. You all catch up on things that have been going on and different shows you’ve been watching. Sharing ice cream, stuffing yourselves full with your Mom’s cooking – there was even a drink war? All you knew was one minute you were nearly done with your beverage and the next it’s being tossed in Nick’s direction as you try and run away from Charlie’s retort from you getting him seconds before. Ah, can’t forget the classic kisses shared under one of the many trees at the park and the newest photos stored in your ‘Nick & Char ❤️’ album, like the picture of Charlie ‘painting’ Nick’s face with whip cream. Where the fuck did you get whip cream from? Ask your mother.
Around the time you were all packing up, a teenager around your age ran up with their four other friends and inform you there is a nice walking trail – pointing towards the area where the park path splits, one continuing into a circle around the whole field and the other going into an area with rows of trees.
“Y’think we’ll get jumpscared? Like a haunted path or something.” You joked.
“They said there’s a nice stream down the path.” Nick smirks at your joking, placing a hand on your head and you puff out your cheeks, feeling them heat up a bit.
“Ah yes, you can take a nice swim in it when I push you in there, Y/N.” Charlie hums, quick to dart his eyes away when you flip your head in his direction.
“You’re so evil to me?” You watch him with wild eyes, mouth agape and he laughs.
“Do you think we’ll actually able to get in?” Nick ponders and you flip the wild gaze to him now.
“With us three, I’m sure we can pull it off.” Charlie responds with a menacing grin, mischief all up in his eyes and you’re playing ping pong with your eyes, flitting back and forth between them.
“I’m gonna be arrested today, huh…” Your boyfriend and bestfriend just giggle like evil people.
In the end, you three didn’t get in the stream’s water but there were some fishes so you decided to feel them the crust that Charlie didn’t eat from his sandwich and take some more photos. Nick had picked Charlie up bridal-style, getting dangerously close to the water and you record it all.
“Don’t drop me!” Charlie tightens his hold around Nick, fear and excitement in his tone.
“This takes me back to the beach…” Nick ignores his boyfriend’s pleas and spins around carefully.
“Do not reminisce while I’m in your arms, please and thank you?!” He exclaims and it makes you full on laugh, an arm over your stomach while watching the whole exchange happen.
It’s not long before it turns from afternoon to evening, you three return back from the area with Nick and Charlie debating on if they saw a deer or not. Charlie saying it was definitely there and Nick saying it wasn’t there.
“Carl Grimes flashbacks…” You hum and Charlie puts you in a headlock.
“Do not. I will cry right here.” He pouts and pulls at your cheeks, ignoring your protests. Nick watches with a soft gleam in his eyes, rocking the picnic basket back and forth with a hand.
You all walk down the sidewalk side by side once Charlie lets you go, talking about random things before Nick realizes the direction you’re going.
“Are we dropping Y/N off?” He frowns.
It catches you and Charlie off guard. “What? What makes you think that?” You raise an eyebrow. Nick points ahead and your house in slowly coming up in view. Ah.
“Ah.” Charlie speaks your thought and you both share a laugh. “No, we’re not dropping her off.” Charlie stretches his arms with a grunt before eyeing the bag strapped around Nick. “You brought pajamas and clothes for tomorrow, right?”
Nick nods, pursing his lips. “Still confused about that.”
You scoff in amusement and place a hand on your forehead with an endearing smile. “Nick…”
“Don’t worry, you’ll understand soon.” Charlie gives him a thumbs up, paired with a wink before darting ahead of the two of you. Nick flicks his gaze to you in question but you put on an act and shrug.
“What he said,” You pause for a moment, eyes burning into Nick’s, “Do you like stargazing?”
He moves closer to you, closing the gap and tugs your hand in his. The question makes him look up at the sky for a moment. “Mmm. Never tried it before? What counts as stargazing? I’ve… been in the car on trips and looked out the window…?” You give him a perplexed look which he returns.
“Alright, well-“ You chuckle, “That can… technically count? I guess? Just… Yeah.” You give up midway, tugging Nick along when you get closer to the front of your house where Charlie awaits. “You’re on your phone while you’re on a date? Tsk tsk.” You tut your lips in disapproval and Charlie startles.
He rolls his eyes, flipping his phone to the two of you bounding up the steps. “I was texting Saha- oops, hold on-“ He cuts himself off, flipping the phone back around with a nervous smile.
You glance at Nick before moving your hand to cover his eyes with your other hand. He gasps in surprise but doesn’t question it any further, grinning a bit. Facing back to Charlie you mouth the word, ‘Barbie?’ and tilt your head in confusion. He nods.
“You’re silly.” You remove your hand from Nick’s face and flatten your hand, tapping Charlie’s forehead in a chopping motion. He rubs the area with a laugh and you knock on your front door.
“Did you forget your keys?” Nick giggles when you give him a look of shame.
“Maybe.”
Your Mom is quick to open the door, grinning widely. “Welcome back. Hello, Charlie and Nick.” They wave in shyness and she scoots back to let the three of you in. “What’s the plan next, soldier?” She bumps the door closed with her hip and loosely crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at you specifically.
“Gonna go in the back for about an hour…” You trail off, taking your shoes off in the most complicated way. With your feet, or the heels per-say. When you finish you take the basket from Nick and walk to the kitchen with your mom as the boys finish taking off their own shoes. “To stargaze.” You finally finish when Nick’s ears are out of reach.
She pats you on the back with approval, “Attagirl. How was lunch?”
“It was fun! We spoke a bit, ate and went down a trail.” You bounce your head to the side while listening the activities before pausing. “He seems more… energized?” Your lips purse.
“Was that a question?” She leans against the counter, one arm coming out of the self-hug and she combs her hand through your hair. You give her an awkward look and she breathes out a laugh. Tapping the crown of your forehead, she moves away to the fridge with a soft smile. “Well, if he seems to be uplifted,” She eyes you before taking out three water bottles. “That’s great news, no?” Then sets them infront of you on counter.
“You’re right but… I don’t know. I just feel like I can do more,” You huff. “But that’s dumb because of course I can’t, this has to be something Nick figures out and all I can do is support him.”
“Honey, that is doing more for him. Supporting him is the biggest help you can five someone, along with what you’re already doing. Taking him out, letting him have space to clear his mind and being a safe net. Same thing with Charlie, no?�� Her hands latch onto your shoulders and give the muscles a gentle squeeze. “I know it feels like you want to do so much more but, there’s only so much.” You tilt your head back and look up at her with a half-smile before relenting.
“You’re right.”
“A mother is always right.” She lets go and moves towards the stove, giving you a smug side eye… which you return with an unamused eyeroll.
“Yes, yes. My mother is always right. Sometimes.”
“About ninety-nine percent.”
“Ninety-five…” You lift an eyebrow and give her pointed look. She has a spoon in her hand when she looks over you and points it to her chin in thought, it’s just a bit though.
“Ninety-seven. Take it or leave it.”
You scoff in amusement before scooping up the bottles, “Whatever you say, ma’am. We’ll be outside.” She hums in understanding and you exit out the kitchen, walking into the dining room before reaching the living room where the duo waits.
“Pleasure for you to join us.” Charlie smirks and takes two of the bottles from your arms with a nod of thanks.
“Be welcomed.” Nick muses with a grin and cracks open the bottle, taking a quick refreshing sip.
“What is this speech? I hate it.” Your face scrunches up in disgust before gesturing to the sliding glass door. “Shall we?”
“Look who’s doing it now…” Charlie stares at you cheekily. You give him the finger, he returns it.
There are slides in a shoe rack near the door and you three take a pair before stepping out. Nick’s eyes widen in wonder. Your backyard has a big blanket – similar to the one from the picnic – sitting in the middle of the area that has a plot of grass and lanterns that hang off metal rods sit nicely around in the grass that have curves at the end, doing nicely as handles. What surprises you are the little bugs that fly and flicker with a yellow-green gleam in the air.
“Since when do we get fireflies?” You speak first.
“Since forever, Y/N.” Charlie poked your back and you jump, flipping around to get him back but he’s already slipped behind Nick.
“You little…”
“Ah, ah ah, you have to be nice to me.”
“Says who?” He’s being ridiculous.
“Says me. Your bestfriend.” He peaks around Nick’s side – who, mind you, is still focusing on the backyard’s look – with a teasing grin.
“I’mma beat you up.”
“No!” He lets out a laugh when you lunge towards him, twirling out of your reach and running around with you flailing behind.
It felt special to Nick. The orange-red sky turning into it’s pitch dark blue color, stars twinkling down on you three with a full moon bright. His eyes are stuck on his two partners, the fireflies swirling around them out of disturbance but still they still decorate the backyard with green-yellow hues, not ready to leave. He remembers this conversation you had in this backyard a year ago…
“Do you think fireflies come around this area?” You were sitting on a bean bag, legs tucked beneath yourself and were practically sunken into the ‘seat.’ Charlie had insisted you to put it on the concrete side of the backyard so you did and now your face is hidden behind Nick’s switch in your hands.
Speaking of who, Nick is currently soaked wet, wringing out the ends of his shirt and Charlie wraps himself up in a towel. It’s late night, pitch dark but they wanted to play with water balloons and your Mom happened to be out of the house to pick up dinner.
“Maybe…” He leans back to look at the sky. “Why? Do you like fireflies or something?” He looks back down at you. The question has you silent for a couple of beats before you set down the console. He watches you with an amused twinkle in his gaze, puffing out his chest in pride at seeing you in his sweater. Charlie had been wearing it earlier and you both traded before they brought out the balloons.
“I mean, I have never seen any so, maybe, maybe not.” You shrug, unfolding your legs and stretching them out with a groan. Your socked feet slap down against the concrete and you sit up a bit. “Don’t you think they’re kinda special though? My Mom said it’s like they’re glowing up your night, dancing around you and stuff.” You eye the floor. “Appearing on specials occasions like they know,” You lean back into the seat with a sigh, “Said that’s how she got married. Isn’t that crazy?”
Charlie purses his lips, tilting his head to the side before smiling, “Sounds magical. They’re the ‘true love’ bugs.” His smile widens into a grin.
“Exactly!” You snap your fingers with a nod, bumping your heel against the stone pavement.
“I’m sure they do appear out here though, don’t they come out at Midnight?” Charlie shivers while speaking, hugging the towel around himself tighter. You sympathize with a playful grin.
“Maybe. But well, you boys should get inside and warm up. We’ll try next time.”
“Nick! Are you gonna come and lay down?” He snaps out of his head, eyes darting to you and Charlie lying on the blanket though Charlie is trying to tap out from a leg lock you have him in.
He snorts in surprise, not missing a beat and closing the distance. “How the hell did this happen?”
“Nick! Help me~” Charlie wails before pinching your thigh, making you yelp and quickly let go.
“That is cheating!” You exclaim, rubbing your leg with a wince.
“All’s fair in war.” He snickers, reaching a hand out to Nick who takes it and sits down between you two.
It’s a nice silence between the three of you, you’re not sure who laid down first but you eventually followed. Nick has his arms wrapped around the two of you and you’ve glanced up at his face which shows contentment. You even met his gaze while peeking and it caught you off guard with how much his brown orbs were filled with much love and affection.
You reach a hand out towards Charlie and tussle at curls, making him whine in protest but lets you continue anyway. “I’m not good with constellations so you’re not gonna be getting that during this stargaze adventure.” You mumble against Nick with a laugh and it makes the other two chuckle.
“Nah, that’s alright… I’m happy with this…” You and Charlie freeze at how soft Nick’s voice sounds. Serene. Content. More than happy but not quite ecstatic. Filled with much love directed towards the two of you and it has your heart pounding.
You sit up on your elbow, making Nick’s arm slip off of you and he eyes you with suspicion. “Actually…” This would be way more comfortable on your knees so you sit up, tuck your calves beneath you and cuff Charlie’s face into your hands. It’s nearly laugh worthy of how quick his face turns a deep red and how you felt it happen under your touch.
You lean forward, careful not to face-plant into him – that would be awkward… and painful – pressing your lips against him. You both move into a soft but passionate rhythm. Your thumb brushes against his dusted cheeks, pressing hard against his lips one final time before moving back with a dazed grin.
He returns it, chuckling shyly before meeting Charlie’s intense gaze. You choke back a laugh with the swiftness of your friend sliding up a bit, hand softly cupping the side of Nick’s face and sharing their own kiss. Also very slow, and passionate. Your tilt your head up towards your house, eyeing the sliding door and sigh in relief to not see your Mom near it. By the time your gaze returns you’re meeting with the two boys staring at you with flushed faces.
“Oh my god, you’re so red.” You laugh.
“Shut up?” Charlie hands an arm over his face, probably burning up a bit more from the teasing.
The fireflies have died down, some still hanging around but you notice most are gone and a smile tugs at your lips. “Wanna go inside now?”
Charlie removes his arm with a sharp inhale and the two nod. “Do you need to bring the blanket in?” He points to the cloth when you all stand and you’re quick to shake your head.
“Nah. I’ll grab and wash it tomorrow,” You stretch your limbs, hearing some pop. “I need new bones…”
Nick sticks his tongue out in playful disgust, “That sounds horrific.”
“Wouldn’t that be crazy though? If we needed to trade in new bones when we’re old and seniors.”
“Y/N.” Charlie’s eyebrows bend and he grimaces, “Why do you come up with the most freaky scenarios.” It’s not a question.
“Yeah, like the apocalypse one from before.” Nick pitches in with a frown that falters into a smile.
You all step into the living room after you’re done turning off the lanterns and have grabbed your bottles, “Because my brain is so amazing that I just think of things you would never think of.” You make a gesture to your brain before wiggling your fingers like you’ve done a magic trick.
“Or so you say…” Charlie glances somewhere else before meeting your eyes, “Less would never think of more, shouldn’t think of.” He flicks his hand towards you, thumb and index finger out in a finger gun.
“Hey, these could be real life events soon to happen.”
“Yeah the bones theory would happen when we all become immortal.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes.
Then boom, jumpscare. Your Mom appears just as you’re settling on the couch. A screech leaves all of your mouths and she stares in shock with mild confusion and amusement.
“Hello to you three, too.” She giggles, walking over to the glass door, tugging the lock between the handle down and pulls the thick curtains down. “Enjoy stargazing?” She turns back around with a soft smile.
You three shift your gazes away. Apparently it wasn’t just you that still had the intimate moment in the back of your brain, huh? “Yeah, thanks Mom.”
If she noticed the slight awkwardness building up, she doesn’t mention it nor show it and instead clasps her hands together, “That’s wonderful! Dinner is finished so feel free to grab whatever you want. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” She fills you in on her own plan for the night which is pretty much staying in her room so you all have your own time. She then tilts her head, eyes spacing out until she perks up, “And then there’s brownies that are baking, should be finished soon. I set a timer so when you hear it please take it our for me, Y/N.”
You nod before frowning, “Why does it have to be me?” Apparently she didn’t understand from the confusion crossing her face. You then point to Charlie and Nick.
Charlie looks offended, “We are a guest?” but his tone is light.
“You practically live here? Your clothes are in my closet, mind you.” Nick and your Mom choke out a laugh while Charlie flares up, flustered.
“Nick’s are too?!”
“Which is why I included him in my pointing?!”
Two people are bickering, two people laughing at the scene. It doesn’t take long for you Mom to calm you both down, “It doesn’t matter who, it doesn’t matter if it’s all three of you. Please just don’t let them burn.” She chuckles a bit more before rubbing her hand against her collarbone to calm herself, “Have a great time. I’ll be in my room.” You all wave her ‘goodnight’ and she retreats upstairs.
You three share a silence. Then Nick speaks,
“…So what exactly are we doing? It seems you both are full of surprises today,” He wears a teasing look which makes you and Charlie look away.
“Don’t worry about it, mister. You enjoy the ride.” You talk first before nudging Charlie with your leg. “You put the movie on, I’ll go make our plates and...” You eye Nick for a moment not knowing what he should do.
“Nick, I put the backpack in Y/N’s room, could you go get it while we set up? Oh! The headbands too.” Charlie pitches in and grins at the mention of the headbands. You and Nick blink at him before standing up to dart down your own paths.
While you’re making the plates the oven timer does go off. You take a toothpick from one of the drawers, flick on the oven light, open the oven – making you flinch back from the heat – then poke the dark chocolate fudge goodness. It has baked all the way so you grab oven mitts and drag the pan of brownies out of it’s cooker, sets it on the stove and flick turn the oven off.
After making sure everything was set in the kitchen you grab two plates and exit the kitchen, back into the living room where the movie is paused on the TV right before it begins. Charlie stands up and helps grab the two plates, letting you dart back into the kitchen again for the last one just in time for Nick to return.
“Do you want drinks? We got juices, sodas, water, you name it.” You peak your head out behind the dining room wall and the two boys pause midway in putting on the barbie headbands. You bite your lip to hold back a laugh.
“Do you have that tropical mix?” Nick speaks and you nod, he points at you in affirmation of the drink then finishes adjusting the plastic accessory around his hair.
“Root beer, please.” Charlie speaks next before his eyes shine open and wide, “Do you think we can have floats…”
Your eyebrows perk up, “I think we have vanilla? But you’re not getting that till the brownies cool down.”
“Oh, they’re out? Thank Barbie.” He holds his hands up in a prayer.
You stare at him, very much unamused and he gives you a cheeky grin.
“I’ll have tropical juice for now then.”
With a thumbs up you return to the kitchen once more, grabbing three tall glass cups from the cabinet and grab the carton juice out the fridge. You fill up two cups before staring at your own. After deciding your choice of drink, you put everything away and startle while turning around and seeing Nick in the doorway.
“Sorry,” He smiles apologetically, walking up to you and grabbing the cups filled with juice that is his and Charlie’s. He catches you off guard once again, planting a soft kiss on your cheek before bounding off to the living room again.
“What the fuck.” You stand in oblivion, feeling your face heat up. You decide you won’t unpack that tonight, flicking off the kitchen light and rejoining your movie mates.
Nick and Charlie had switched spots to where the blond was in the middle like he had been all day and your boyfriend pats the free spot next to him. You comply, setting your cup on the table while sitting and you lean into Nick with a soft smile.
“You forgot this, kind ma’am.” Charlie grabs the plastic pink band and you lean forward. He puts it on carefully and leans back with a self-satisfied expression, grabbing the remote with a quite cheer. “Are we ready for the best movie night ever?”
You and Nick watch him with amusement, “Yes, Charles, we are.”
“Not Charles, I will fight you.” He shivers at the name.
“You call me Nicholas?” Nick speaks. It makes you laugh.
“It’s your real name.” He grins.
“Is Charles not your real name, Char?” You lift an eyebrow and he rolls his eyes, still wearing the grin.
“No, it is ‘Charlie “Char” Spring’.”
You let out an insufferable sigh.
“Y’know, Y/N has called me ‘Luke’ before.” Nick leans his head back with a scoff. This makes you have a full on belly laugh which makes Charlie react the same way. “Yes, yes laugh it away.” He sighs like he’s in pain.
It takes five minutes to calm down. You wipe a precious tear away, “It was on call too and he hung up. Would not answer for like, an hour.” You inhale deeply at the memory before laughing again.
“Should we start calling him Luke as a nickname?”
“Please, please don’t.” Nick squeezes the arm wrapped around Charlie’s waist with a pleading look.
“Awwe you can’t do that.” He pouts, reaching up to pinch Nick’s face.
“Dho wha?” He sounds funny with Charlie tugging at his face.
“The puppy eyed look. The doe eyes.” You bat your eyelashes at Nick when he eyes you from the corner of his eyes before rolling them.
“We’ve gone all dahy withosut this, nowh yuu wanna shtart?” Now he’s the one doing the insufferable sighing.
“It’s a daily mission.” Charlie nods, a serious expression crossing his looks – putting on an act. He then lets go and grabs the remote again, “Movie time!”
“Movie time!” You cheer afterwards.
You three are silent for a bit as the movie plays, you and Charlie cuddling into Nick. He plants soft kisses down your face and you flush a bit. Then he moves to Charlie, repeating the action, who giggles quietly and eyes Nick with a shy look. It makes you laugh under your breath and Charlie doesn’t miss it, pointing to you with a brow raised and expression saying, ‘Don’t laugh at me when you’re acting the same.’ You look away.
“Hey,” Nick suddenly speaks up and the two of you look over. “Thanks for today. It really helped calm me down…” He continues to train his eyes on the TV but his ears burn from you and Charlie giving him your undivided attention. “And reassured me about a few things…” He purses his lips.
“Reassured?” Charlie asks quietly, as if afraid to make Nick snap his mouth shut and not speak again.
Nick sucks in a breath and you shiver from his fingers crawling up your arm. You watch Charlie lift his own hand and hold the arm wrapped around him.
“Yeah. Since everything felt like it was crashing down, I don’t know. It kinda made me feel… negative? About certain stuff. Between us. Not that I’m not happy, I’m more than thankful to be with you two but just like, how you both felt towards me…” His pursed lips flatten and your brows bend at the way his eyes dim.
“Breaking up with me for example because maybe you felt neglected or such. It made me so scared to think about I stopped responding to both of your messages most of the time and barely wanted to call because you know, what if one day you just went, ‘Yeah I don’t think we should be together,’ such and such.” You both stay quiet to let him speak his mind and you hate that he ever thought such things.
When Nick stays silent you take a sharp inhale, meeting eyes with Charlie’s glossed ones. The sight breaks your heart. “Nick…” You start off carefully and he looks over to you with so much exhaust. Slowly, you cuff his face – the same way you did outside – brushing your thumbs against him cheeks. Your right hand moves down, playfully you press your thumb against his bottom lip and smile gently.
“I’m sorry that you ever felt that way. It’s far from the truth, sweetheart.” He lets out an airy chuckle and you watch with adoration. “Y’know brains come up with the craziest scenarios when you’re stressed and it’s annoying, and stupid.” You huff, left hand moving against his cheek and he leans into the touch. Your thumb and index finger latch onto his ear and you pinch it lightly. “Do you know that, that would never happen unless you came to me asking for such a thing?” You pucker out your lips.
He watches you in a daze before laughing. “Do you know that would never happen?” Then he turns to Charlie with a soft look. “And you, Char?”
Charlie rubs at his reddening eyes and inhales. He then nods, opening his mouth before faltering. You both give him and moment and he closes his eyes in frustration before heaving out a sigh. Concern is evident in both of your expressions but Charlie opens his eyes with a new look of determination, straight at Nick.
He smacks his hands against Nick’s shoulders which makes the latter’s mouth hang open in surprise. “Nick. I love you. A lot. It hurts to know that you were dealing with these emotions, but know I’m not blaming you. How could I? It’s not your fault. Never feel bad for needing to take your time to sort out your own feelings and what’s going on with yourself. We’d never blame you for that because in the end, you know we have you, right?”
Nick nods and you can see his own eyes get glossy as well. Charlie then looks at you, “I love you too, Y/N, don’t tell Tao but you’re my bestfriend.” He chuckles, wiping at his eye again and you wipe at your owns.
“Hey, he can be your guy bestfriend and we wouldn’t have to fight over titles.” You wink, before leaning to Nick and kissing him softly. “I love you both, very much so. I’m glad you were able to talk to us, Nick.”
“Was that your goal today?” He grins in a joking manner, tilting his head in the crook of Charlie’s neck while entangling his fingers with yours.
“Did it work?” Charlie sniffles a bit before laughing. You laugh as well, “This is ridiculous we’re supposed to be watching Barbie and now we’re sobbing.”
“I give up.” You throw your head back, side eyeing the TV.
“Nooo, don’t give up.” Nicks chuckles before sitting upright. “We can still watch… we should probably eat too.” He points to the lonely plates on the table.
“True.” You and Charlie agree. You three take a moment to collect yourselves with a few embarrassed laughs here and there before settling back down.
“What’s in the bag, by the way?” You gesture to the backpack under the coffee table as Charlie rewinds the movie back to the beginning. He glances down.
“Snacks.”
“It’s good.” You hum in approval, taking a bite of your food. The three of you enjoy the movie and dinner, later on making those root beer floats paired with the brownies. Charlie had explained to Nick that he was texting Sahar about the Barbie Movie and she told him she went with Imogen. Apparently, Imogen gives the movie a 2/10 because she messed up her outfit at the theaters.
“That’s terrible.” Nick stares at Charlie in shock but it doesn’t last long with the way his lips curve into a smirk, “That’s not her real rating though, is it?”
“Of course not, she loved it.” Charlie laughs.
You’ve been quiet this whole time but suddenly loll your head to face them. Nick already giving you an exasperated look when you got their attention. “Nick. Your new name in my phone is Ken Nelson.”
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Old Friends - College!Nick Nelson x female!Reader
Part (1/?) if you like this one?
Parts : Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
Pairing: College!Nick Nelson x female!Reader
Warnings: mentioning of alcohol, light cussing, LGBTQAI+, mentioning of break ups, NO PROOFREADING, non-native in English! (Lemme know any mistakes, especially if anything is offensive in the slightest ways!!!)
Topics: friendship, crush, old friends meet again, party, bisexuals, music, soft cute cuddly Nick Nelson
Summary: After years the reader meets Nick Nelson at a LGBTQAI+ college party. They knew each other from Truham and Higgs and (Y/N) remembers her crush on him.
Word count: 812
Note: This is for the 20+ gang who also loved Heartstopper. Nick is in his mid 20s and the reader in her early 20s!
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Old Friends - Party
Arriving at the building I started questioning why again I agreed to go to this party. “C’mon Y/N/N Drop the face! I’m sure it’ll be fun!” my friend Emily said when she saw me frown. “I just don’t get why we have to go to a party where we literally have to put a label on us. God damnit! Everyone knows you are a lesbian!”, I laugh sarcastically. “And everyone knows you are bi! So?” I groaned annoyed, “I just hate it that someone forces me to label anything! Especially my sexuality!”
I gave in when a few more of our friends joined us. Entering the party I get handed a bracelet in pink, purple and blue with huge lettering that says “BISEXUAL” for everyone clearly to see. I roll my eyes while putting it around my wrist. “I need a drink to do this!”, I state before heading for the kitchen where drinks were handed out. I grab a drink, but before I can take a proper sip I hear that the song Girls/Girls/Boys by P!ATD starts and immediately hear how my friends scream my name, coming to get me to the dance floor. This is our anthem. Our bi anthem. At that moment I forget my grudge against all the labelling at this party. We dance and scream the lyrics at the top of our lungs.
After a couple of songs, I leave the dance floor looking for a quieter place when I suddenly hear a slightly familiar voice calling my name. I turned around to see Nick Nelson in front of me. All-grown up in his mid-twenties, with the same haircut, the same soft brown eyes and some stubbles on his chin.
“Oh my God! Nick! Nick Nelson!” we both laughed and he pulled me into a long hug. “I can’t believe it is really you! I heard your friends screaming your name and then saw you dancing!” he chuckles. “It really is! It is so good to see you!” I said with a big smile. “Look at you. You were a year 9 when I saw you last before I graduated Truham! How are you doing? What are you doing here?” he said while we continued walking towards the backyard. I nod “A year 9! Yes! God! It’s been years! I’m doing fine! I study here and my friends literally dragged me to this party! What are you doing here?”. He laughs and softly shakes his head, “You study here and you don’t know the captain of the university rugby team? What a shame! That is personal...” “Shut up! That is you?! I mean I knew you were good! And I knew some “Nick” dude is the captain....but OMG!”
We sit down on a bench, continue talking and immediately click. He was an icon back in our home town, for his rugby skills but also for his outing as one of the first non-heterosexual boys at Truham. “You know Darcy and Tara are both here too, right?”, he asked. I nod “Yes Darcy and I have some seminars together! I can’t believe they never mentioned you!” He places his right hand on his chest, above his heart, and fakes a groan “I can’t believe they would do this to me!” We both laugh at his bad acting skills. “So.. Me, Darcy, Tara, You... Did I miss anyone else from home?” I paused for a moment “...Is Charlie here too?” I asked cautiously. He shakes his head “No. He went to another university after we broke up...” “Oh... sorry to hear...” I mumble. I really was. They were a precious couple and, like I said, ICONS back home. “No worries... It’s been a while.”, he says with a soft smile. I sigh on the inside, how I missed that soft smile.
He takes my hand, inspecting my label bracelet, softly laughing “When did that happen Miss ‘I have the biggest crush on Harry Greene’?” I sigh! “Nick! That crush on Harry was years ago! Before I understood how he treated people!” “I still can’t believe this...” I roll my eyes jokingly directing the conversation back to the bracelet “I hate those labels! But...That is actually your fault... I didn’t even know what bisexuality meant back when you came out... I mean I was a kid...but I started to research LGBTQAI+ topics and then realised” I shrug. “Sorry?” he chuckles and lets go of my hand. “Nope, I’m happy and it was easier for all of us after you guys started it all...” He looked at me, his eyes soft and a small smile on his lips before he pulls me in for another hug “I’m really happy you are here!”. My inner 16-year-old me, who had the biggest crush on him, screamed in excitement. My heart pounded in my chest and I hoped the hug would last a while.
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Top Gun Master List
Master List for all the Top Gun fanfics I've written so far. List will be updated as necessary. Thank you for all the likes, re-blogs, and comments. Your support is very much appreciated! ❤
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You have a crush on Maverick that he finds out about. To your surprise, he likes you too! Only he needs to know you have a “wild side” to you otherwise it won’t work.
Caribbean Queen (Mav x Penny)
My take on how Maverick and Penny met back in the day. This was originally intended to be the first chapter of a multi-chapter Mav x Penny story.
Nick "Goose" Bradshaw
You Know Why
You’re a sexy sweetheart with a past and a toxic boyfriend. Goose sees that and wants better for you. Why? You know why.
Call Me
After you both find yourselves suddenly single right around Valentine’s Day, you and Nick “Goose” Bradshaw give the “Single's Connection” dating line a call on impulse. You both are pleasantly surprised with what you find on the other end of the line. 18+. Contains smut.
Rick "Jester" Heatherly
Secret
You have been having a secret love affair with Jester for weeks. You have a tryst in Viper’s office. 18+. Contains smut.
Don’t Tempt Me
It picks up where "Secret" left off. Jester x Reader have been sneaking around with each other and here they are finishing the hookup they started before. 18+. Contains smut.
Headcanons and Drabbles
Bradshaw Family Head Canons
If Charlie Had Been in Top Gun Maverick
#top gun#top gun 1986#top gun maverick#top gun fanfiction#pete maverick mitchell#nick goose bradshaw#rick jester heatherly#penny benjamin#charlotte charlie blackwood#bradley rooster bradshaw#carole bradshaw#reader insert#x female reader
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send her my love (boxer!steve x fem!librarian!reader)
summary: a series of letters written after your recent breakup with steve, recounting your time apart.
uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.
♡ the king of the ring ♡
main masterlist
tags: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, mushy-gushy-lovey-dovey love letters.
a/n: pretty self explanatory, but libby’s letters are in pink, steve’s are in black ♡
“…how it hurt so bad to see her cry. i didn’t want to say goodbye. send her my love, memories remain. send her my love, roses never fade.”
—send her my love, journey
december 1992—march 1993
♡ ♡
12/05/92
Dear Libby,
Dear god I hope you open this. My hands are shaking so bad around the pen that I’m sure it’ll be all scratchy and shit, but I hope you know that I’m trying. I know how much you love letters, and after you stopped picking up my calls a few weeks ago…I figured this was the best way to reach you.
It’s been almost a month since we last saw each other. I hate thinking about that day. I hate thinking about you crying, and crying because of me. Because of something I did. I want you to know that I take full accountability for what I did, my love. That’s a word they said I should use more often. Accountability. “They” would be Big and Mikey. When they heard about what happened…I don’t think I’ve ever seen either of them so mad. I think, for a moment, Big thought about coming out of retirement just to kick my ass into next year.
I patched up the wall myself. It was my mess to clean. The house seems so big and empty without you. I never realized it echoed before.
I don’t blame you for going home, baby. I know you’ve been wanting to go for a while. I know I drove you away. Pushed you away. I was so terrible to you and I see that now. I’m so sorry it took something so awful for me to see it. But you were right. I’m just like my father. And I needed someone to tell me that so I could realize how fucking stupid and awful I’ve been.
I hope you don’t mind that I used some of your stationary to write this to you. You left it on the desk downstairs. The shelves came in for your books and I put them up. Maybe when you come home, we can fill them up. I’ll buy you all the books in the world, my girl.
I’m sorry. Please know that.
Love,
Steve.
♡ ♡
12/10/92
Steve,
I was surprised to receive your letter. When I stopped answering and your calls stopped coming, I assumed we were done for good. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Despite my every want to feel the opposite, I’m still so terribly in love with you that my head hurts every waking moment of the day. I ache with it. Now that we’re apart, it bleeds. It has nowhere to go. I have nowhere to put it. But this was your doing, Steven. I don’t want you to forget that.
We both said terrible things that day, but what you did was unforgivable. You promised from the start to never raise a hand against me in anger. You promised to never become the thing you hated. I took your word as bond, and perhaps that was my mistake. Perhaps that’s my grievance to regret.
I miss you terribly, but this time apart will be good for us. It’s what we need. I’ve been away from home since I was 19. My brother stands taller than me. His voice is so much deeper than when I left. They’re getting computers at the library soon. Everything is so different, yet it all still seems the same. But even these tiny differences make me realize how long I’ve been away.
It’s snowing here in Hawkins and I helped mom put up the Christmas lights. Nick and I had a snowball fight. I felt ten years old again. Mom made hot chocolate and we watched Charlie Brown. I know how much you love Charlie Brown’s Christmas. But in that moment, I felt wonderfully calm. I felt okay. I felt happy.
And it made me wonder…were we happy, Steve? Or have we been pretending for too long?
I’m glad my shelves came. Use them for your trophies.
XO,
Libby
♡ ♡
12/14/92
Libby,
I can’t tell you how happy I was to get your letter in the mail. I’ve been scared to open it for the past two days. But the thought of going a moment more without knowing what you said would kill me. I can hear your voice so clearly when I read your words.
I’ll never forget what I did that day, Libby. It will always be a reminder of how awful I’ve become. And it will always be a reminder of who I don’t want to be ever again.
I know it doesn’t mean much now since I’m a few months too late, but I’m talking to someone. A shrink or whatever. Big recommended him. Apparently he specializes in “anger issues.” You know how I feel about sitting down and whining about my problems, but…I don’t know. Maybe it’ll help. If it turns me back into the man you loved then I’ll sit on that couch and talk for days.
You asked if we were pretending, and for me at least, I never pretended for a moment. There wasn’t a second that went by that I didn’t love you with every ounce of my being. I’m sorry if you felt you had to pretend. I’m sorry that you weren’t happy, and if you give me the chance, I’ll do my best to make you happy this time around.
No amount of trophies or champion belts in the world could make up for the loss of you, my angel. Please know that and believe it.
Yours,
Steve
♡ ♡
12/22/92
Steve,
I hate the way your words make my heart pound. All that love is still so strong, and it’s all still festering in me. But the heartache is just as powerful. The heartache is just as real.
I cannot give you a second chance just yet. I don’t think we’ve quite earned it. I don’t think we’ve yet reached a point where we’re both okay—on our own. I want to be okay even without you. I fear I’ve become so reliant on you to tell me where life will go, because my life has revolved around your own. I’ve never found my own path to wander. I want that opportunity now.
I went to the Hideout tonight. A Christmas party with some friends. I haven’t felt that young in years, Steve. I’m only 22.
Merry Christmas, Steve. And happy New Year.
XO,
Libby
♡ ♡
1/3/93
Libby,
Christmas was lonely without you. Mikey invited me to his "bachelor pad" in L.A for a "booze fest" (all his words). Gargling gravel sounded like a better time. For a minute, I thought maybe it might be good to get out. To be my own person, like you said. But everything just feels so dull now.
I thought about mailing your present, but I figured you'd just get upset. I want to respect your space and our time apart. My shrink says I have to find more time for other people's wants and needs instead of just prioritizing my own. Is that what I've been doing, Libby? Is that what I've always done?
I guess I kinda did. Took you away from the library and your home. I just wanted you with me all the time. I couldn’t imagine getting through that first string of fights without you. I don’t think I’d be the fighter I am today if I didn’t have you there.
I guess I’m talking about “me” a lot again. I’m sorry I do that.
I hope your Christmas was nice. Hope it snowed the way you like.
Love,
Steve
�� ♡
1/28/93
Libby,
I haven’t heard from you all month. I thought I’d reach out again. For a few days, I had myself convinced my letter got lost in the mail. I waited for a “return to sender” to come. I think I would’ve preferred the honest rejection to your silence. It’s been so quiet here, my girl. I miss the sound of your voice in our home.
The fights mean nothing anymore. I won the Russell fight last week and felt nothing. Ever since you left, victory tastes stale. The referees declare the winner and I just hear static. Jesus, I miss you so much I started reading some of your sappy literature last week. It’s clearly having an affect.
I hope you’re okay. I hope you’re good. I miss you more and more with every passing day. I miss you more than I thought was ever humanly possible for one person to miss another. I never thought this deep of a feeling could exist. This “break” has taught me a lot.
Been talking to the shrink more too. He says I have an issue with authority and always need to feel in control because of how my dad was. Big fucking brain on this guy, huh? Must’ve went to school in Dumb Fuckville.
Sorry. I’m trying to be kinder. Not swear so much. Wish they made patches for anger like they do for nicotine. Something to ease the ache. But it’s hard to quit something you were born into. The Harrington rage doesn’t just disappear over night. But I swear I’m trying. I promise, cross my heart and hope to die, baby. I’m doing my best to be better.
I hope I hear from you. I hope you’re alright.
I love you.
— Steve
♡ ♡
2/3/93
Steve,
I meant to write. I’ve been so busy now that I’m at the library full time again. I forgot how taxing it can truly be, but it’s like riding a bike. The smell of the books, the feel of the paper, the conversations you have with readers who don’t know where to look, or the ones who do and are searching for more. I forgot how important I feel between those stacks of books.
My girlfriends and I have been going out. They never got to celebrate my twenty-first with me, so we had a belated celebration a few weeks ago. We went to a bar in Indianapolis, took a bus the whole way there. The bar was loud and hot and sticky, and someone spilled beer all over my purse. I know you would’ve hated it, but part of me wished you were there. Bodies were pressing against each other on the dance floor, touching and smearing sweat—but all I wanted to feel was yours. Your familiar frame, right next to me. Only with you have I ever felt so secure.
Anyway, I got my first hangover, and that wasn’t fun. Especially because I’m still staying with my parents and they still think I’m seventeen. Nick tried to get me to buy him beer for his friends. I wish I could be this ‘cool’ older sister for him, but right now he doesn’t like me very much.
I watched your fight last week. There’s something so different in the way you move now. Your punches seem heavier, harder. You take more hits before you hit back. I wish you wouldn’t do that. You know I always worry, Steve. I worry about what might happen if you take too many hits. All those concussions can’t be good. I’m no doctor, but I figure eventually, they’ll catch up to you. I don’t want to see that happen. I can’t fathom the idea of losing you like that. No matter what happens between us, I always want to know you’re well. Selfishly, I always want to know you're out there if I need to call.
I’m glad to know you’re trying, and that you’re still going to therapy. I think it’s very healthy, Steve, and I appreciate and value your honesty. And….I miss you too.
Yours,
Libby
♡ ♡
2/12/93
Libby,
There hasn't been a moment that's gone by since you left that I haven't wished I was with you. In whatever way that might be, all I've wanted is to feel your body next to mine. I miss your touch, your smell, your smile. I never want to know another kiss but yours. I never want to hold another body in my arms that isn't yours. I don't think I could stomach the thought of never having that again.
The longer the time between us lasts and the further the distance grows, the worse I ache for you. God I sound like a fucking dope. It's all those novels you left me, I swear I'm not this sappy. But I guess with you I am.
Please forgive me. Please come home. All I can do now is beg, and show you how hard I'm trying.
I love you, angel. There's nobody and nothing but you.
Love,
Steve
P.S. You're the best big sister. Nick will see that one day when his brain isn't full of beer and Playboy.
P.P.S. Happy early Valentine's Day, baby. I hope the flowers are okay.
♡ ♡
2/17/93
Dear Steve,
I loved the flowers, and I loved the sap. Reading your last letter brought tears to my eyes, and for the first time in a while, they were blissful. I cannot begin to describe the size of the welt in my chest. It feels bruised by your absence and my longing.
Despite every bone in my body yearning for you, I cannot come home. Not yet. I'm not ready. I don't think you are, either. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and while it pains both of us to endure it, I think they're right. Whoever "they" are.
In the spirit of all this honesty, I have to admit: Tom Marrow asked me out for Valentine's Day. And god damn you, Steve, I said no. I said no because I'm wilting without your sun shining on me, and I'm lost without you by my side. I said no because I'll never be able to look into the face of another man without wishing it was yours.
I said no because I know, one day (maybe soon, maybe not), I'll come home to you. Don't let that get to your head.
Love,
Libby
♡ ♡
2/22/93
Libby,
My heart has never suffered as many palpitations in all my high-risk athletic career as it did reading your letter. I hate the way the paper crumpled in my fist when I read about fucking Tom. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to abandon the jealousy that fills me when I think of you with another man. But I can admit, it reached a point even I don't like to think of. I was letting it control me. I'm trying not to do that anymore.
The paper smelled like you this time. You don't know how badly I've missed that smell. I sort of feel like a hound-dog, tracing for more of it in the ink. That's what you've reduced me to, my love. An animal searching for you in the earth.
Please come home. Please come back to me.
Yours,
Steve
♡ ♡
3/2/93
My darling Steve,
I'm coming home to you. Please unlock the door.
Yours always,
Libby
♡ ♡
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can you write something for maverick? maybe some domestic fluff? tg1 mav or dilf mav, both are good
Mornings of Spring
Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Fem! Reader
Warnings : Top Gun spoilers, a pinch of angst, both fluff and domestic fluff
Synopsis : She fell first but he fell harder
Reader's callsign : 'Gucci' (she's always known for her bold red Gucci purse)
Reader's lastname : Reyes
Pete "Maverick" Mitchell was the hardest person she could ever crack. The first time they met was back in 1985 when she was the only female pilot to enter Top Gun.
She had eyes for him the day she entered the Fighter Weapons School. They spoke a few times, greeting each other here and there, making small talks, they were friends, sometimes going to bars together with Nick Bradshaw.
"20 bucks if you can pull a girl from here, tonight, Mav" she teased, getting a 20 dollar bill from her red Gucci purse which earned her, her callsign.
"Will I still get it if I pull you ?" He cocked a brow, smirking at her.
The young female lieutenant pushed her friend playfully when in fact, it made her heart race. Sadly, it was a joke.
What's more sad was that she was his 'advisor' during his relationship with Charlie. Goose and her was always his wingman (not literally), but mostly, it was her since she's knows alot of 'girl stuff'.
It all turned after Goose passed away. Pete had no wingman and she was assigned as his new one. She noticed the distance between them after his best friend died.
He no longer talked to her as he quit Top Gun abruptly. He only came back during graduation, with his eyes focused on her in her white military uniform.
She smiled at him, even after he practically cut ties with everyone. He was confused at her, how is it that she's pretending like nothing had happened.
And as time passed, they worked together as partners, it took a while for Maverick to get over his mourning period.
Y/n "Gucci" Reyes stood beside him, offering him her shoulders to cry on, the two of them cried together sometimes, it was hard to swallow that their best friend was dead.
The guilt that ate Maverick was bigger than it did to y/n. She wasn't there that day, she didn't see him die. But he did.
It took him a long time to open up to her, he was the hardest person to talk to for a time being. As his relationship with Charlie was declining, she had told him to do what he thinks is best, she'd thought that he didn't listen to her, but to her surprise, he did listen.
They broke up.
she never left him after that, she didn't care how harsh he was to her, she knew he needed someone to talk to so she became that person.
They grew closer over time, he became more comfortable with her, the two grew closer.
It was spring, when they had a heart-felt conversation after a long time.
"Why is it that you're always smiling ? What's with that look on your face that's always pretends like mothing's ever happened ?"
"You think I smile alot, Pete ?" He nodded as an answer, taking a sip from his beer as they sat on the porch, outside of her home, the sun was set and dinner was done.
She looked at the plants that have begun to grow again. The fresh leaves and flower started to reappear.
Y/n took a sip from her booze, wrapping herself around his jacket.
"I'm not really a public person when it comes to my stories,"
"Why ?"
"I mean, you saw me cry, you saw me blow up like there's no tomorrow but," She let out a deep sigh
"People are already living with a lot on their plate, I just don't want to add more....burden by telling my story"
"Don't do that" He eyed her so tenderly that the look on his eyes was one that she would never forget.
"huh ?" she blinked twice
"Don't call yourself a burden, you'd always tell me your story about what happened-"
Gucci pursed her lips
Then he realised it, all the times they were together, she never talked about any of her problems, she never told anyone about her family, they were always talking about what had occurred inside the navy.
Maverick was always the one venting and opening up, she was just a listener.
Guilt.
He felt guilty, a part of him thought that he was a douchebag for not asking about her life.
"I want to know you"
"you do ?"
His eyes were so different in moments like these, more soft than she knew eyes could be. The soldier was gone and instead it is the eyes of one who cares deeply.
"I thought you didn't want to, you were always busy with....her" she chuckled, breaking off the eye contact that made her cheeks burn, she eyed the plants on her balcony.
'Shit' he thought to himself, all this time he was blind.
She gave him so many signs yet he didn't realise it until this very moment when he thought that what she said just now was the missing piece to the puzzle.
Everything was perfectly clear now, how she rejected dates with Iceman every time he tried to ask her out, how she was always beside him, smiling, listening. Maverick would always notice the looks she was giving him, yet pushing her away indirectly.
She just told him that she likes him.
Even after such a long time she still likes him ?
Y/n let out a deep breath,
"Well, it's getting dark, you should get back, we have an early day tomorrow"
She was stop by his hand grabbing her wrist, he stood up from where he was seated, she gazed into his green eyes, figuring out what stunt he was trying to pull.
"Pete ?" She called him
He was so focused on her eyes that he had ignored for so long yet only came to realise after everything she has gone through. She did not even notice how much closer he was now.
It was her.
It was only her, the sole thing left in the universe, eyes shining like two worlds only for him, visible only to him, and her eyes that always drew his attention. It was her laugh, her personality, her trademark smile, the way she whispered his name. It was her, it always was, and it always will be.
He cursed at himself for being blind, he cursed himself for not listening to Goose when he told her that Gucci might like him.
"Pete" She repeated with a soft and quiet voice.
He took a step closer, cupping her soft cheeks while her fingers brushed the hem of his white shirt : worn cotton and old. She must have seen him a thousand times in this shirt, but she had never seen it so close before. It complimented him well, playing against the world of his eyes in a way that visibly appealed to her.
Maverick began to see even more of her face under the darkening blush. He was looking down on her — really looking, and all the nervousness he was so prone to feeling washed out of him like a tidal wave, flooding from the tips of his fingers and crashing out of his mouth as it parted in the slightest way, almost invisible. But he knew it was, for her eyes fluttered down to it.
Neither knew who took the final step, but someone did, and they were no longer two people with two stories and two minds, but one.
She finally noticed how close he truly was when his lips enclosed on hers; soft yet immersive, gentle yet powerful all the same.
Just as quickly as her hands laced with his, She responded with such enthusiasm that he was taken aback at first, but regained his composure and reminded himself of what was happening
He was really kissing her, she was really kissing him, and the world around them was meaningless.
It still wasn't clear if she dreamed this moment to life, but there was raw emotion in the way his fingers curled around hers. Maverick kept his eyes half open, sneaking a guilty peek at her every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn't a product of his imagination.
He wasn't sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into a perfect present, but every breath he took smelled like jasmine and for the first time since he'd known himself, he didn't feel shy. If anything, the warm feeling of her breath, although destabilizing, was inviting. This time around he draped both arms around her small frame and met her lips again halfway.
He took a step back, heat rising to his face, still putting a soft smile on his face
"Is it okay if I stay the night ?"
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On spring of the year 1990, they were known as Mr & Mrs Mitchell.
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Present Day.
Spring was always her favourite season.
It was the season where she met her husband for the first time.
Spring was the same season that she got married with her husband.
Ever since, she had always loved waking up beside him, every single morning for more than 3 decades.
When she found someone to love and wake up with that person a lot, she forgot about her previous loneliness. It just evaporates.
She just gain a sense of fullness and purpose. Everything comes together and many wild things seem possible.
He's just finish showering and is looking for a specific white shirt.
"Hey honey, have you seen my white shirt, the one I used uhh two days ago ?"
He walked into the bedroom half naked, a towel covering his waist and below. He stops immediately after seeing his wife still asleep.
He adores watching her sleep. How her face was calm, quiet, while her breathing was peaceful and patient. He always strokes her hair, and watches her sleep. Even when she was asleep, he thinks that she`s gorgeous. Watching her on his side of the bed makes his soul peaceful.
He would sometimes think about the outcome if he hadn't married her. Looking back, he thought that it was one of the best decisions of her life and he knew that Goose would be proud of him.
It was a morning routine for him.
Kissing his wife's forehead, whispering "Good morning, love" and lightly squeezing her hand before starting his day.
"huh ?" She slowly opened her eyes, squinting to the sight of her husband half naked.
She wiped her eyes twice before letting out a yawn,
"Good morning, Pete" She gave him a smile.
"I ironed your shirt yesterday, it's there..." She pointed to the hanger. She had prepared it the night before, somehow getting the gut feeling that he was going to wear it.
"you're one of a kind" He placed another kiss on her cheeks
"I'm gonna go an work on the plane,"
"hmm, alright"
With the sun peeking through the blinds of their room, she get up from bed and opened the windows of their room to a clear morning sky that appeared for the first time in a few days. The smell of her fresh tulips greeted her for the morning.
Y/n Mitchell got dressed, changing out from her pyjamas into one of his shirt, slipping it over her head and watching it settle down near her thighs.
She stepped into the kitchen to cook breakfast. Taking out a few ingredients from the fridge, she had decided to cook waffles, then bringing two plates out for them.
Their kids, the twins, Maisie and Garren were on a camping trip, so they had the house all to themselves.
A small smile would appear on her face looking at him fixing his plane, he looked so focus yet with his biceps on display, it a sight that she never got tired to see.
He had noticed her presence and called her out, "Are you gonna stare forever ?"
She brought the plates, placing it onto the glass table near the plane, he took a seat across her and looked at her for sometime.
There was a moment of silence as the two as they made eye contact. If it were anyone else she would drop her gaze, but with him she's drawn in closer, always wanting more.
It's the look that she had on her face, she would look at him like she would look at her garden filled with breathtaking flowers on a beautiful day. Lost in the thoughts yet so present in the moment. She had this little grin on her face that he loved so much whenever she watched their kids laugh at something she said and she looks at them like nothing else mattered in this world.
He couldn't help but look at her like she was the most beautiful and unique work of art of all. When she decided to retire as a naval aviator, he had never gave so much support, assuring her that it's a decision that would have a great change.
He was jealous of her sometimes, he was jealous that his wife's rank was higher than his.
VICE ADMIRAL Y/N "GUCCI" MITCHELL
He was always getting into trouble, Iceman and Gucci were the ones taking him out from them. She had told him that even if he was captain, everyone respected him. The navy had no one else like Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.
So when the news of her retiring from the navy arrived, everyone around her gave her a warm hug of goodbye. Her husband was the most supportive of all.
He took a deep breath, trying to look away, but he can't. He's so involve with her and mesmerised with every single feature on her face. He fell harder than she did.
It was the same look he gave her that night on the porch, outside her home more or less 30 years ago.
"What" she spoke, breaking off the silence
"Nothing, I'm thinking of how lucky I am"
"Lucky ?" She questioned
"How lucky I am to call you my wife."
A/N: Hey Anon ! Thanks for the request, I thought of writing for both Tg1 & 2 Mav HAHAHA, I hope you liked this one :)
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We need more fanfiction of the following characters/celebs:
Dean Winchester x reader
Charles Xavier x reader
Erik Lehnsherr x reader
Robbie Turner x reader from Atonement
Beau Arlen x reader from Big Sky
Soldier boy x reader from The Boys
Wolverine x reader
James McAvoy x reader
Hugh Jackman x (daughter) reader
Michael Fassbender x reader
Tony Stark x reader, preferably daughter!reader
Clint Barton x reader
Avengers x reader, any Avenger at all really.
Gellert Grindelwald x reader (Johnny Depp)
Albus Dumbledore x reader (Jude Law)
Jack Dawson x reader, Titanic
Legolas x reader
Aragorn x reader
LOTR/Hobbit characters x reader
Castiel x reader
Charlie Hudson x reader from Hudson & Rex
Lord Asriel x reader from His Dark Materials
Nick Ryan x reader from McLeod's daughters
Richard O'Connell x reader from The Mummy movies
Wade Wilson aka Deadpool x reader
Richard Castle x reader from Castle
Drover (Hugh Jackman) x reader from Australia
Ronan Keating x reader
Christian x reader from Moulin Rouge
Aidan Turner x reader and his characters x reader
James Bond (Daniel Craig) x reader
Bucky Barnes x reader
Steve Rogers x reader
Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader
Ewan McGregor x reader
Anakin Skywalker x reader
Hayden Christensen x reader
Owen Grady x reader from Jurassic World
Bucky Barnes x reader
Sirius Black x reader
Cedric Diggory x reader
Draco Malfoy x reader
Indiana Jones x reader
Cillian Murphy x reader
Tommy Shelby x reader
Harry Goodman x reader from Pokemon Detective Pikachu
I'll add here more as I remember more characters/celebs. I prefer character x female reader. The ones in bold need more fanfiction.
#dean winchester x reader#supernatural#dean winchester#jensen ackles#spn#james bond x reader#charles xavier#charles xavier x reader#erik lehnsherr#erik lehnsherr x reader#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett#wolverine#robbie turner x reader#robbie turner#beau arlen#beau arlen x reader#big sky#x men fanfiction#xmen#atonement#soldier boy#soldier boy x reader#the boys#marvel#tenth doctor x reader#doctor who#bbc#james mcavoy#james mcavoy x reader
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Talk to Me | Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x Female!Reader
warnings: panic attack, tears, issues with the education system, teachers being treated like shit, unedited.
You weren't ever a big fan of going out to the bars. Especially not on Friday nights after a busy work week. But it was one of your fiance's and his friend's favorite ways to unwind. There was always a whole group that went out, almost right after work, still in their service khakis. You were kind of the odd one out, not being an aviator or someone who worked in the Navy.
You knew Goose was already at the bar by the time you got there. The parking lot was packed which was only a small glimpse of how busy the inside of the O Club probably looked. You sighed, as you got out of your car and headed towards the doors. All you wanted to do after the day from hell that you had was go home, take a bath, drink a glass or two of wine and cuddle with your fiancé on the couch.
"Mother Goose, there's your girl!" Slider's loud voice was the first thing you heard as you walked into the bar. As you suspected, the bar seemed even more full than the parking lot. Goose lifted his head up, and you were met with those honey brown eyes you loved so much, and his gentle smile, waving you over.
You sucked in a deep breath as you pushed through the crowd towards them. It felt hotter in here than it did outside. The usual group had come out tonight; Slider, Iceman, Maverick, Charlie (which the two of them quit trying to hide their relationship) and of course Goose. The moment you were within arms reach, Goose slid off the stool he was on and wrapped his arms around you, greeting you with a kiss.
"Hey, honey," Goose said, "I wasn't sure what you wanted so I just got you a lemonade and a shot of vodka." He placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to take the stool he was sitting on.
"Thank you, baby," You tried your best to put a smile on your face, but Goose could see right through it. He didn't say anything though, just grabbed his Budweiser and fell back into conversation with Slider and Iceman.
You were hardly paying attention to the group around you. Your mind was in total overdrive between the loud music in the bar, the sound of the patrons, and the group's various conversations. You were starting to feel slightly overwhelmed by it all. It felt like the walls were starting to close in, the clothes on your body suddenly felt too tight, and your hands were starting to shake.
"Y/N?" You jumped and looked up at your fiancé, a look of concern on his features, "Charlie asked if you had found a dress yet."
"Oh," You shook your head and looked at the ring on your finger, "No, I-I haven't. I uh- have looked at some? I just- I don't know if-"
Goose gently squeezed your hip, "She's still got time. We just picked a date and the venue. Hey, we're gonna go get some air, if you'll excuse us."
In that moment, you were grateful that Goose knew you as well as he knew how to operate a radio system. You climbed down from the stool in probably the most ungraceful way ever, but Goose kept his arm around you keeping you steady. You felt like all eyes were on you as Goose guided you through the crowd and out to the patio. You knew that they probably weren't, but you felt like you could hear the table of Naval officers talking about you. Tears were welling up in your eyes as you finally got outside, the cool evening air feeling like walking into a freezer.
Goose didn't say anything as you gripped the hand railing tightly. You were thankful he didn't say anything, or touch you, but kept close enough to let you know he was still there. It had been a while since you had a panic attack or even felt one coming on. Goose had always been good at being able to notice the signs, and helping you through them. The very first time you had an attack, you had been so embarrassed, but Goose wiped your tears away and told you that it was all okay.
After a couple moments of quiet, Goose looked at you, "Talk to me?"
"I had the worst day ever," Your voice cracked, "I know I'm an adult and I shouldn't let it bother me but. . . high schoolers can be so awful," Goose's heart broke as you cried. You loved being a teacher, but sometimes the love wasn't enough to keep you going. Especially on the days were certain students got under your skin and no matter what you did you couldn't keep control of your classroom.
"Oh sweetheart," Goose cooed, "Can I touch you?" You nodded and he pulled you into his arms, "It'll be okay. Things will get better. It might not seem like it now, but it will." Goose pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
#top gun fan fic#top gun#top gun fan fiction#top gun imagine#top gun 1986#nick bradshaw#nick bradshaw fan fic#nick bradshaw fan fiction#nick bradshaw imagine#nick bradshaw x reader#nick bradshaw x you#nick bradshaw x y/n#nick goose bradshaw#goose bradshaw#goose#goose fan fic#goose fan fiction#goose imagine#goose x reader#goose x you#goose x y/n#my asks
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Regular Request Rules + NSFW Request Rules
Regular (non-smut) Requests Basic Rules
Request in the ask box
I am allowed to not answer (shouldn't have to be said but it is)
Do not request the same thing twice
I might add/change more rules and characters as time goes on because I'm forgetful
Just Notes
Why is my Miles Morales shit post getting reblogged pleeease pick anything other than that
Reader Rules (non-smut)
I will preferably do male reader
I might do gn reader
I won't do female reader so don't ask
I will accept reader being a characters sibling
Character Rules (non-smut)
I will do romantic female characters
I will do romantic male characters
Reader Rules (smut)
I will do dom!top!reader
I will do sub!top!reader
I will not do sub!bottom!reader
Kink Rules (obviously smut)
I will do degradation
I will not do praise (I'm horrible at it sorry)
I will not do pet names of any kind
I might do other kinks if you specify
Character Rules (smut)
I would preferably do m/m
I will try to do gn/m
I will not do gn/f
I will do m/f
Fandoms I Will Do
Spiderman Into/Across The Spiderverse
Miles Morales
Peter B. Parker
Miguel O'Hara
Pavitr Prabhakar
Hobie Brown
Gwen Stacy
Harry Potter
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
Hermione Granger
Neville Longbottom
Luna Lovegood
Ginny Weasley
(depends) Draco Malfoy
Nymphadora Tonks
Shameless
Fiona Gallagher
Lip Gallagher
Ian Gallagher
Carl Gallagher
Mickey Milkovich
Mandy Milkovich
Veronica Fisher
Kevin Ball
Possibly others if you mention them
Young Sheldon
Georgie Cooper
Mary Cooper
IT Chapter 1/2
Richie Tozier
Eddie Kaspbrack
Bill Debsbrough
Stanley Uris
Beverly Marsh
Ben Hanscom
Mike Hanlon
Stranger Things
Mike Wheeler
Will Byers (male reader only)
Dustin Henderson
Lucas Sinclair
Eleven
Max Mayfield
Steve Harrington
Nancy Wheeler
Jonathan Byers
Jason Carver
Eddie Munson
Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children (book)
Alma LeFay Peregrine
Caul Bentham
Jacob Portman
Emma Bloom
Fiona Frauenfeld
Hugh Apiston
Noor Pradesh
Millard Nullings
Enorace
Jillard
Joor
Jemma
Nuwho
Eleventh doctor
Twelfth doctor
Clara Oswald
Amy Pond
Rory Williams
River song
Fear Street
Kate Schmidt
Simon Kalivoda
Josh Johnson
Ziggy Berman
Cindy Berman
Alice Hart
Sally Face
Sal Fisher
Larry Johnson
Ashley Campell
Todd Morrison
Travis Phelps
Top Gun: Maverick
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin
Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace
Heartstopper
Nick Nelson
Charlie Spring (x m!reader only)
Tao Xu
Harry Greene
Elle Argent
James McEwan
Imogen Heanley
Issac Henderson
#across the spiderverse#into the spider verse#pavitr prabhakar#miles morales#hobie brown#spiderverse#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#jacob portman#alma lefay peregrine#caul bentham#emma bloom#mphfpc#fiona frauenfeld#hugh apiston#shameless#fiona gallagher#ian gallagher#lip gallagher#carl gallagher#harry potter#stranger things#male reader#young sheldon#it chapter 1#doctor who#sally face#fear street#nuwho#top gun maverick#heartstopper
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character list
the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them
Hamilton
Eliza Schuyler
Angelica Schuyler
Peggy Schuyler
Maria Reynolds
Alexander Hamilton
John Laurens
Philip Hamilton
Lafayette
Hercules Mulligan
James Madison
Thomas Jefferson
Aaron Burr
Umbrella Academy
Viktor Hargreeves
Diego Hargreeves
Klaus Hargreeves
Allison Hargreeves
Luther Hargreeves
Five Hargreeves
Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)
Sloane Hargreeves
Jayme Hargreeves
Stranger Things
Will Byers (non female readers only)
Mike Wheeler
Lucas Sinclair
Dustin Henderson
Eleven Hopper
Max Mayfield
Robin Buckley (non male readers only)
Nancy Wheeler
Jonathan Byers
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
21 Chump Street
Justin Laboy
The Goldfinch
Boris Pavlikovsky
Theodore Decker
Marvel
Peter Parker (any actor)
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Makkari
Sersi
Sprite (platonic only)
Steven Grant
Marc Spector
Layla El-Faouly
America Chavez (non male readers only)
Kate Bishop
Yelena Belova (platonic only)
Shuri
Namor
Riri Williams
X-Men
Mystique
Kitty Pryde
Peter Maximoff
Rogue
In The Heights (movie version)
Usnavi de la Vega
Vanessa
Nina Rosario
Benny
Sonny de la Vega
Heathers
Veronica Sawyer
JD (Jason Dean)
Heather Chandler
Heather McNamara
Heather Duke
John Doe
John Doe
Ride The Cyclone
Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)
Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg
Mischa Bachinski
Constance Blackwood
Ricky Potts
Hatchetfieldverse
Paul Matthews
Emma Perkins
Ted Spankoffski
Bill Woodard
Ruth Fleming
Pete Spankoffski
Richie Lipschitz
Max Jagerman
Grace Chasity
Lex Foster
Ethan Green
Hannah Foster (platonic only)
Heartstopper
Charlie Spring (non female readers only)
Nick Nelson
Tara Jones (non male readers only)
Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)
Elle Argent
Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))
Tori Spring
Imogen Heaney
Isaac Henderson (platonic only)
Do Revenge
Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)
Drea Torres
Deadpool
Wade Wilson/Deadpool
Wednesday
Wednesday Addams
Enid Sinclair
Bianca Barclay
Xavier Thorpe
Ajax Petropolus
Eugene Otinger
(young) Morticia Addams
(young) Gomez Addams
Beetlejuice
Lydia Deetz
Tomorrow When The War Began
Ellie Linton
Lee Takkam
Fiona Maxwell
Homer Yannos
Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse
Miles Morales
Gwen Stacy
Pavitr Prabhakar
Hobie Brown
Margo Kess
Miles G Morales (earth 42)
Miguel O’Hara
Maze Runner
Thomas
Newt (non female readers only)
The Broken Hearts Gallery
Lucy Gulliver
Nadine (non male readers only)
Nick Danielson
Treasure Planet
Jim Hawkins
Enola Holmes
Enola Holmes
Lord Tewkesbury
Turning Red
Mei Mei
Miriam
Abby
Priya
Raising Dion
Nicole Warren
Tevin Wakefield
Dion Warren (platonic only)
Julie and the Phantoms
Julie Molina
Luke Patterson
Reggie Peters
Alex Mercer (non female readers only)
Flynn
Carrie
Abbott Elementary
Janine Teagues
Jacob Hill (non female readers only)
Gregory Eddie
Brooklyn Nine-Nine
Jake Peralta
Amy Santiago
Rosa Diaz
Love Victor
Victor Salazar (non female readers only)
Benji (non female readers only)
Felix Weston
Pilar Salazar
Lake Meriwether
Lucy
Mia Brooks
Andrew
In Treatment
Eladio
Laila
Spree
Kurt Kunkle
Once Upon a Time
Emma Swan
Regina Mills
Killian Jones
Mary Margaret Blanchard
David Nolan
Henry Mills
Mulan (non male readers only)
Graham
Neal Cassidy
Peter Pan
Jefferson
Dash and Lily
Dash
Lily
Boomer
Juno
Juno MacGuff
Paulie Bleeker
Summer Days Summer Nights
Debbie Espinoza
Frankie Espinoza
Scream (1 through 6)
Sidney Prescott
Billy Loomis
Mickey Altieri
Roman Bridger
Jill Roberts
Charlie Walker
Sam Carpenter
Tara Carpenter
Amber Freeman
Chad Meeks-Martin
Mindy Meeks-Martin
Quinn Bailey
Venom
Eddie Brock
Honest Thief
Ramon Hall
Beth Hall
Wild Child
Poppy Moore
Kate
Drippy
Freddie Kingsley
Monsters and Men
Manny Ortega
Marisol Ortega
Ghostbusters: Afterlife
Trevor Spengler
Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)
Error 143
Micah Yujin
Community
Abed Nadir
Troy Barnes
Annie Edison
Jeff Winger
Britta Perry
The Obession
Logan
Delilah
The New Girl
Lia Setiawan
Stacey Hoffman
Mythic Quest
Poppy Li
Brad Bakshi
Adventure Time
Finn
Princess Bubblegum
Marceline
Marshall Lee
Prince Bubblegum
Flame Princess
School Spirits
Madison
Simon
Charley (non female readers only)
Wally
Rhonda
Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves
Simon Aumar
Disventure Camp
Aiden (non fem readers only)
James (non fem readers only)
Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies
Jane Facciano
Olivia Valdovinos
Nancy Nakagawa
Cynthia Zdunowski
Richie Valdovinos
Ted Lasso
Ted Lasso
Roy Kent
Jamie Tartt
Keeley Jones
Sam Obisanya
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts
Noah Diaz
Elena Wallace
Mirage
Helluva Boss
Blitzø
Stolas (non female readers only)
Loona
Millie
Moxxie
Octavia
Verosika Mayday
Fizzarolli
Asmodeus
Hazbin Hotel
Charlie Morningstar
Vaggie (non male readers only)
Angel Dust (non female readers only)
Husk
Alastor (platonic only)
Vox
Lucifer
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)
Donnie
Mikey
Raph
Leo
April
The After Party
Yasper Lennov
Space Force
Tony Scarapiducci
Renfield
Teddy Lobo
Robert Montague Renfield
Undercovers
Bill Hoyt
Amazing Digital Circus
Jax
Parks and Recreation
Leslie Knope
Ben Wyatt
April Ludgate
Andy Dwyer
Jean-Ralphio Saperstein
Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja
Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)
The Earliest Show
Josh Bath
House of Lies
Clyde Oberholt
Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)
Cady Heron
Regina George
Gretchen Wieners
Karen Smith/Shetty
Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)
Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)
Warm Bodies
R
Peep World
Nathan Meyerwitz
Your Boyfriend
Peter Dunbar
#froggywritesstuff#tgwdlm x reader#John doe x reader#Heartstopper x reader#do revenge x reader#Deadpool x reader#Wednesday x reader#tomorrow when the war began x reader#treasure Planet X reader#Enola Holmes x reader#love Victor x reader#in treatment x reader#kurt kunkle x reader#once upon a time x reader#dash and Lily x reader#summer days summer nights x reader#venom x reader#honest theif x reader#Ghostbusters Afterlife x reader#Micah Yujin x reader#the obsession x reader#Simon Aumar x reader#rottmnt x reader#ben schwartz x reader#teddy lobo x reader#mean girls#Warm bodies#adventure time#mythic quest#your boyfriend
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Hockey Fanfiction Masterlist Part TWO
You can find the Imagine/blurbs/Insta edits i've written for each player under their written below!
Quinton Byfield
→Imagine
→Blurb
→Insta Edits
Quinton Byfield x Female Hockey Player
Brock Boeser
→Imagine
→Blurb
→Insta Edits
Brock boeser x Spring time
Tyler Duke
→Imagine
→Blurb
Secret Relationship 0.5k
→Insta Edits
Tyler Duke x Female Fantilli Reader
Rutger Mcgroarty
→Imagine
Summer Time 2.4k
→Blurb
Take Care Of Me 0.3k
→Insta Edits
Rutger Mcgroarty x Naurato daughter
Rutger Mcgroarty x Sister's Best Friend
Hughes sister AU’s
→Imagine
→Blurb
→Insta Edits
Conner Smith x Hughes sister
Adam Fantilli
→Imagine
→Blurb
→Insta Edits
Adam Fantilli x Childhood best friend
Alex Turcotte
→Imagine
L.A. Living 0.7k
→Blurb
→Insta Edits
Kirby Dach
→Imagine
The Story Of Us 2.0k
→Blurb
→Insta Edits
Kirby Dach x Female Strome Reader
Gavin Brindley
→Imagine
→Blurb
→Insta Edits
Gavin Brindley x Casey Twin Sister
Arber Xhekaj
→Imagine
→Blurb
→Insta Edits
Arber Xhekaj x Female Dach Reader
Gabe Perrault
→Imagine
Treated Like A Princess 1.3k
→Blurb
→Insta Edits
Brock Faber
→Imagine
Let Me In 2.7k
→Blurb
Flowers & Breakfast 0.2k
→Insta Edits
Owen Lindmark
→Imagine
Shy Girl 1.0k
→Blurb
→Insta Edits
Nick Granowicz
→Imagine
Proposing 1.0k
→Blurb
Cheering Up 0.3k
→Insta Edits
Nick Granowicz x Msu Reader au
Jacob Truscott
→Imagine
Snowed In 0.6k
→Blurb
Sick 0.1k
→Insta Edits
Jacob Truscott x Blankenburg Sister
Jimmy Snuggerud
→Imagine
→Blurb
Protector 0.2k
→Insta Edits
Matt Boldy
→Imagine
→Blurb
Mr. & Mrs. Boldy 0.8k
→Insta Edits
Charlie Stramel
→Imagine
Stop hogging the blankets 2.0k
→Blurb
→Insta Edits
Will Smith
→Imagine
→Blurb
Tossing & Turning 0.2k
→Insta Edits
Mason Lohrei
→Imagine
→Blurb
2 a.m Cuddles 0.3k
→Insta Edits
Timo Meier
→Imagine
Family Snow Day 0.8k
→Blurb
→Insta Edits
#nhl fluff#nhl fic#nhl fanfiction#nhl imagine#nhl insta edit#nhl blurbs#nhl blurb#nhl#hockey imagine#hockey blurb#hockey fic#hockey#umich imagine#umich blurbs#umich hockey#umich insta#cole caufield#alex turcotte#jack hughes#quinn hughes#luke hughes#mark estapa#trevor zegras#jamie drysdale
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welcome to my blog !!
hey there, i'm ashe, and ill be writing for TGC boys, hazbin hotel, and SOME MCYTs! below, you'll find a list of people i'll write for.
my general rules are as follows:
1. all my works will be x reader! that's what i'm most comfortable writing. i write for mostly ALL topics! very tame nsfw is allowed, and because of that, this is a 16+ blog.
2. my specialty is hurt/comfort, if you'd like to know that. i write for any gender reader, female, male, nonbinary, and all in between!
3. please don't send hate, as it's really just really unnecessary. it'll ruin my day, and you won't gain anything from hurting someone you literally don't know.
TGC:
nick
isaac
tanner
blake
larry (no nsfw)
MCYT:
jschlatt
slimecicle/charlie (no nsfw)
ted nivison
quackity (NO NSFW)
HAZBIN HOTEL:
alastor
lucifer
angel dust
husk
vox
#writer#fanfic#jschlatt#MCYT#mcytblr#tgc#tgc x reader#tgc x you#jschlatt x reader#schlatt x reader#mcyt x you#mcyt x reader#wilbur soot x reader#yumi x reader#softwilly x reader#isaacwhy x reader#larry croft x reader#big t x reader#quackity x reader#slimecicle x reader#ted nivison x reader#x reader#mcyt x y/n#tgc x y/n#alexkeeping
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[🌼] introduction
[🧃] hey! my name is charlie! i’m gonna use my writing skills on the internet so thats why im here! i hope you enjoy my writing!
[🫧] my rules are very important. if you do not obey them, then it will result in me blocking you. please respect my boundaries and rules.
[🌈] rules:
~ dni if you are an nsfw blog
~ i will not write smut with minors. the only exception is if that they are aged up to over 18.
~ if you are requesting a celebrity and they have boundaries, please respect them.
~ i only do x reader. i can do female, male, trans, genderfluid, gender neutral and other genders.
~ if requesting a reader with a different gender, please specify their pronouns.
~ use your imagination!! make it silly! i really dont mind!!
~ dont sexualise me or send me weird messages in my inbox please.
[🌊] fandoms:
IT 2017- Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Finn Wolfhard, Wyatt Oleff, Jaeden Martell, Sophia Lillis
A Series Of Unfortunate Events- Violet Baudelaire, Klaus Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire (platonic only), Duncan Quagmire, Isadora Quagmire, Quigley Quagmire, Malina Weissman
Stranger Things- Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jane ”Eleven” Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson, Joe Keery, Sadie Sink, Noah Schnapp, Millie Bobby Brown, Gaten Materazzo, Maya Hawke
Harry Potter- Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Tom Riddle, Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, Emma Watson, Tom Felton
Arcane: League Of Legends- Violet (Vi), Jinx (Powder), Caitlyn, Ekko, Mylo, Claggor, Hailee Steinfield
My Hero Academia- Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Ochaco Uraraka, Ejiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Tenya Iida
Heartstopper- Charlie Spring (Only male), Nick Nelson, Ben Hope, Harry Greene, Darcy Olsson (Only Female), Tara Jones (Only Female), Tao Xu, Tori Spring, Elle Argent, Aled Last
I Am Not Okay With This- Sydney Novak, Stanley Barber, Dina (i dont know what her last name is😭)
Metal Lords- Hunter Sylvester, Kevin Schlieb, Emily Spector, Adrian Greensmith, Isis Hainsworth
The Goldfinch- Boris Pavlikovsky, Theo Decker
[🌸] prompts:
~ Angst
”please stop lying to me.”
”i dont care.”
”please dont cry”
”what makes you think i would want to date you?”
”just shut up for once in your goddamn life!”
”am i going to die?”
“when did you fall out of love with me?”
”are you leaving me?”
” dating you was the worse mistake ive ever made.”
”loving you is a fucking death sentence.”
”i shouldnt love you, but i couldnt help it.”
”always knew that you were too damn selfish.”
”i dont know if i can look you in the eyes after what you’ve done.”
”it’s only 2.am..”
”please dont hide from me.”
”dont take another step in my direction.”
”i wish we met before they convinced you life is war.”
”you are the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”
~ Fluff
”let me walk you home, hm?”
”i wanted to say i love you without stuttering. but i failed.”
”ugh i cant reach it!”
”stop being so goddamn cute.”
”you dont need all that candy, do you?”
”call me as soon as you get there.”
”did you just- throw salt at me!?” ”im not fucking possessed!”
”cuddles please!”
”hey love, can you help me out?” ”im gay and i need a few dollars”
”thats not true! my wife is a bitch and i like her very much.”
“YOU DID WHAT?!”
”you motherfucker! never do that again!”
” i have no idea what you are talking about.”
”what the actual fu-“ ”HEY GET OUT!”
“im only here for the dog.”
~ Smut 🌝
“come over here and make me.”
”kiss me.”
”looks like we are trapped in here for a while..”
”you heard me. take. it. off.”
”keep looking at me like that and we might not make it to bed.”
”if we werent in public right now, i would have my head in between your legs.”
”i want to taste you.”
”dont be shy now, sit on my face.”
”is that my shirt?”
“be quiet.”
”use your words, baby.”
”what if someone hears us?”
”oh fuck yes, just like that.”
“need any help with that?”
“were you just masturbating?” - “what?! no neve-“ ”do you want some help?” - “huh?”
“relax.”
”did you come?”
”shut up slut.”
~ Funny Ones🌚
”im not wearing any underwear, thought you would like to know.”
”YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILST I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”
”at least we didnt break any laws this time.”
”we are literally fugitives of this state.” - “so no pizza?”
”your pretty.” - “your drunk.”
”excuse you?”
”i might of had a few shots.” - “what they mean by a few is about 20.”
”if you do that again im gonna chuck you out the window- what are you doing?” - “checking how high the drop is to see if its worth it.”
”you ate all my noodles! you’ve lost toilet paper privledges.”
”OI THATS MY HOODIE LOSER!”
”haha thats so funny!” *pulls out gun* ”say it again!”
”DUDE STOP HOGGING THE FUCKING BLANKETS!”
”your bleeding!” - “oh yeah no shit sherlock!”
”for fucks sake- MOVE!”
”hey wouldnt it be funny if we made out right now?”
[⚡️] thank you for reading! have a great day!! :))
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Old Friends (Pt. 2/?) - College!Nick Nelson x female!Reader
Parts : Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
Pairing: College!Nick Nelson x female!Reader
Warnings: light cussing, LGBTQAI+, non-native in English! (Lemme know any mistakes, especially if anything is offensive in the slightest ways!!!)
Topics: friendship, crush, old friends meet again, college, bisexuals, music, soft, young adults, growing up, cute cuddly Nick Nelson
Summary: After years the reader meets Nick Nelson at a LGBTQAI+ college party. They knew each other from Truham and Higgs and (Y/N) remembers her crush on him.
Word count: 1,851
Note: This is for the 20+ gang who also loved Heartstopper. Nick is in his mid 20s and the reader in her early 20s!
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Old Friends - All Grown Up
Shortly after leaving the party, my phone vibrates. A message on Instagram. It is Nick. To my surprise, he is still following me and he asks me to check in with him when I get home safely. I bite my lower lip, trying to hide the huge smile. "What's up with the smiley face Y/N/N?", Nicole asks. "Nothing! That party was just great...", I mumble the last sentence. "Uh-uh! She means that hot redhead was great. But you can thank me later for dragging you to that party!", Emily laughs. "I know him from before University... we are...just old friends", I defend myself. The girls laugh, in unison. "Just friends, huh? I don't believe that!", says Emily. They pick on me for a little longer until they are distracted by a group of people walking by we know. I keep quiet for the rest of the way and say goodbye when we arrive at my flat. I make my way up to the third floor, unlock the door, kick off my shoes, put my hair up in a bun and immediately head for the fridge grabbing a cool drink and some grapes. My social battery is dead for now. I sit down on my kitchen floor opening Instagram, again, smiling like an idiot.
Nick Nelson
Hi you! Let me know when you're home safe?
Y/N Y/L/N
Hi! I'm home now 😮💨 Are you still at the party?
Nick Nelson
Nah, left shortly after you were gone!
It was really lovely to see you again ☺️
Hope we'll see each other on campus..
Y/N Y/L/N
Let me know when you're home safe? 😁
tbh? I'd be mad if we don't!
Gonna have a word with Darcy and Tara! Can't believe they never said anything!
Nick Nelson
Right?! What did I do?🥺
Cheesy! I'm home now 😝
Y/N Y/L/N
Idk must have done something!🤷🏻♀️
That's great! I'm heading to bed now. Sleep well xx
Nick Nelson
Yeah, me too. Goodnight ☺️
I only saw the last message as a notification on my lock screen while walking to the bathroom. I get rid of my clothes, put on a large sleeping shirt, and battle my hair once again before washing my make-up off and then heading for my bedroom, throwing myself at the bed. I take my phone and read Nick's last message again. I haven't thought about high school or him in a long time. Sure, when seeing Tara and Darcy we're reminiscing about the "good old days" every now and then, but we barely do that anymore. I finished high-school four years ago but after that, my life changed so drastically that it feels way further into the past. The first year after high school I stayed home with my parents, worked for some time and then travelled around Europe for quite some time. Then, two years ago, I started studying here at the University and therefore officially moved out.
I softly shake my head, trying to think of something else. I turn off my lights, crawl under the blanket and make sure to turn off all my alarms so I can just sleep in. After starting some light instrumental music with a timer which stops the music in two hours, I put my phone away and try to find a comfy position to sleep in. Closing my eyes I feel it spinning, I quite had some drinks. Hoping the spinning might lull me into sleep, but my thoughts prevent that. My brain feels the urge to get updated on Nick's life. How is his family? Nellie? Whom is he still friends with? Who are his new friends? What music is he into? Before my brain can fully spiral in those thoughts I give in and open Insta again. I avoid opening his last message but I go on his profile and scroll through his pictures and get some answers to the previous questions. Silly little girl stalking her old crush... After a while, I feel my eyes falling shut a few times and before I could know I am asleep.
Wednesday - 4 days after the party
"Ugggh! This is so boring!", I groan very quietly. Lily next to me looks at me in disbelief. "Don't be so loud! They'll kick us out if you're rude!", she hisses at me. I laugh softly, "By now I really wish they'd finally do it..." All my friends around me laugh as quietly as possible, but our professor in the front still shoots us a warning glance. I really try to focus on what is being said in the front, but it is impossible. First lectures at the beginning of a semester are always the same; the professors tell stories about their time at university, they rant about how undisciplined and lazy a lot of students are, then they read out their syllables and go back to ranting. My phone vibrates.
Nick Nelson
Where are you spending your lunchtime?
The menu in the cafeteria is horrible!🤢
Y/N Y/L/N
The menu today is shit!
We're gonna eat at the Chinese restaurant down the street!
Nick Nelson
Is that place good?
Y/N Y/L/N
😍HELL YES! BEST FRIED RICE IN TOWN!
You wanna come? I'm sure the girls won't mind!
Nick Nelson
Sure! You had me at "fried rice"!🤤
Y/N Y/L/N
😂😂😂
Meet me at the main entrance of the philology department
Lecture is done in 40mins
Nick Nelson
🙌🏻 I'll see you in 40!
I look up from my phone, trying to catch up with what is being said. "Did you win the Lottery? Are de finally redeemed? Let's leave!" I hear Vivian to my right site. "What?", I whisper without looking at her. "You smiled at your phone like crazy!", she says while nudging me with her elbow. "Was I?" Lily on the other side laughs a little too loud. We ear another glance. "Hell yes! Are you writing with that hot redhead again?", Lily whispers cautiously while making sure our professor doesn't get disturbed by her again. I roll my eyes in response. "So it is him!", Vivian exclaims. "He has a name. And yes, I was texting him... He'll join us for lunch. But I wasn't smiling.." Emily who sits behind me bends over "The hot rugby guy? Is he joining us? Hell yes!" I laugh slightly over their reactions. Oh lord!
After 40 minutes which felt like hours, we finally leave the lecture hall, gathering outside and exchanging numbers for study groups. I look around to find Nick. A bit further away I see him walking towards us, his right hand reaches up to wave at me. "Nick!" I shout the moment I see him wandering around the space in front of my lecture hall, waving to make sure he sees us. "He had a bi bracelet, right?" Lily asked waving too, "How do you know the rugby captain?". "We went to school together", I reply. Nick arrives with a big smile on his face. "Hi!", he says while hugging me. "Hi" I mumble while enjoying his warm hug. I see the glances of my girlfriends while we part. He turns to the group, waving at them and greeting them all at once. "So... Where's that magical place you told me about?" he asks while turning back to me. "Just follow us handsome!" one of my friends responds. Nick chuckles slightly. I gesture him to follow her lead, laughing about his slightly flushed face. Nothing changed...
"How's the first week back at campus going?", Nick asks while we wait to be seated. "The usual... lecturers trying to explain how studying works... without really knowing the requirements" I groan. He laughs at my statement. "Yeah... I'm in my 7th semester now and they still do that!" "Whyyy tho?" He just shrugs his shoulders in response.
The moment we sit down my friends attack him with questions. I mostly just listen to the conversation because I know most of the answers. Vivian suddenly laughs loudly grabbing everyone's attention. "Omg! Y/N! Nick! You were so cute back then!" "Huh?", Nick and I both look at her. She turns her phone so we can see old newspaper articles about our school sports days. The other girls try to get a good look too. They look at us, comparing us now and then. I slowly sink into my seat. Nick just laughs and earns compliments. I mean, he literary only looks younger and slimmer. Whereas I look like kids looked back in the 2010s. I had small, very unflattering glasses; braids on both sides, my hair stuck up in every direction, my head was red from the exercise in the early summer heat and I wore old, weird and way too small clothes. "Girl! You had the glow-up of the century! You looked terrible!" one of the girls laughs. "Well.. thanks..." I snip back at her. Nick looks at me, softly shaking his head at the comments, giving me a cheering smile. The waiter bringing our food saved me from further comments and the topic is off the table for now. The girls continue attacking him with questions, this time about his rugby career and his studies. I focus on my food, trying to stand above the rather hurtful comments from before.
Part of the group left directly after they finished their lunch since they had classes afterwards. The rest of us leaves the restaurant together. "Sooo! This was fun! We should definitely do this again!" Lily smiles at Nick. "Yeah...sure", he nods. "We are going downtown, will you come?" Vivian asks. "Nah... I need some stuff from the library. Have fun" he denies their request with a polite smile. "I'm heading in the same direction! See ya!" I say before saying goodbye to them. Nick and I walk back to campus, not talking much, but the silence isn't awkward at all. He starts giggling "Fuck! What year were those pictures from? Can we sue the schools?" I laugh at his question. "I wish! That picture of me is a crime!" "I mean, it is so 2010s but it is also very cute!" he claims, looking at me with wrinkles around his eyes since he is smiling so brightly. I automatically smile back at him before shaking my head in disagreement. "No! That's as far from cute as possible!" I pause for a moment, before continuing "But honestly? I haven't thought about my school time like that in a long time." He nods "Yeah, crazy times! I miss home and the old times sometimes.." I shrug, "I like it here too much to miss home." We arrive at the library. "My books are on the third floor", I explain. "Mine are on the fourth", Nick says and smiles. "I guess I'll see you?", I ask. "You definitely will", he says while pulling me in for a hug. I hug him back, again, enjoying his warmth.
'Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Hold me in this wild, wild, world - Warmth, Bastille
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Call Me
Pairing: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Female Reader.
Summary: After you both find yourselves suddenly single right around Valentine’s Day, you and Nick “Goose” Bradshaw give the “Single's Connection” dating line a call on impulse. You both are pleasantly surprised with what you find on the other end of the line. 📞💋🔥
Warnings: Smut, strong s*xual dialogue, curse words. phone s*x, m*sturb*tion, Goose being a freak, sleazy late-night TV commercials, outrageous landline phone bills in the pre-Internet era. Minors please DNI! 18+.
Word Count: 5,713.
A/N: Minors please DNI! 18+. You are responsible for the content you choose to consume. I did a little bit of research on the old 1-900 numbers that used to be advertised for this sort of thing. I’m sure what I describe here in the story isn’t 100% accurate as to how those phone numbers worked exactly but I kindly ask to be overlooked on that.
Hope you enjoy my trashy mind. ;)
Goose sighed as he slumped into the recliner in his apartment on base. He ran his hand through his dirty blond hair. He didn't know why he was getting so worked up. Valentine's Day wasn't a real holiday, or at least it shouldn't be. It was just pure commercialism. It was something chicks made a big deal about and dudes went along with it just to keep their girl happy. But there was something painful about being dumped right before Valentine's Day. It hurt like hell.
His date to a party at the Officer's Club had canceled last minute. She was now the third consecutive dud Goose had in the dating world. He had no problem meeting attractive women, especially with Maverick by his side, but it seemed like it always went nowhere.
"Don't worry, Goose," Maverick told him in the Miramar locker room after training was complete for the day. The pilot quietly told him he would check with Charlie and see if she knew anyone to fill the spot. Goose only shook his head no.
"Thanks, Mav, you're a real pal. But I'll pass. By the way, you do know you and Hot Teacher Lady aren't exactly a secret, right?"
Maverick and Charlie's relationship was obvious to anyone with a fully functional brain and set of eyes. It was kind of funny watching Maverick trying to keep it under wraps. Goose's best friend was anything but subtle.
Back in his apartment, Goose took a swig from a half empty bottle of Budweiser that he had left on his coffee table. He washed down the lukewarm liquid as he flipped on the TV.
He scanned through the channels, not really looking for anything other a mindless distraction. He landed on a commercial featuring a buxom, platinum blonde.
"I'm tired of being alone!" She proclaimed through the television.
"Yeah, you and me both, honey," Goose bitterly said out loud more to himself than to the woman in the box.
"That's why I'm calling the Single's Connection!" The woman went on.
The camera zoomed in on a shot of her picking up the phone and dialing.
A montage of other ridiculously good looking people smiling and chatting on the phone played as a sultry female voice over narrated:
"Talk to real singles in your area now! It's a fun, easy way to meet someone new and it's always discreet. Give the "Singles Connection" a call at 1-900..."
Goose couldn't help but scoff.
"I'm sure all these hotties must have a really, really hard time in the dating department."
Goose joked as he watched the obviously paid spokes-models on the screen, polishing off the rest of his beer.
The first woman from before appeared back on the screen.
"What are you waiting for?! Call me now and let's make a connection!"
The commercial ended and switched to a different one.
"Call me now and let's make a connection!" Goose mimicked.
What a crock of shit. He thought as he sat down his beer bottle. His eyes flickered to the cordless phone on his table. He raised an eyebrow as he stared at it. It was as if the device was silently daring him. He had never once entertained the idea of actually calling those dating hotlines. He figured a guy must be really desperate to resort to doing that and the girls on the other end were probably nowhere as sexy as the commercial portrayed.
"Nahhh..." Goose laughed at himself as he shook his head.
Yet, curiosity got the best of him. He picked up the handset and pulled out the long antenna.
"God, this is so stupid," He muttered. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this."
He punched in the number and went through all the prompts. It apparently was one of those lines where you left a voice recording of you describing yourself and what you were looking for and if someone was interested they would give you a call.
"Hi, ladies, my name's Goose." He spoke into the receiver. "I'm six foot two, one hundred and seventy pounds. I have dark blond hair and brown eyes. For a living I...well, let's just say I have the most bitchin' job in the world. It's guaranteed to make your ex jealous. I'm not rich but I do know how to show a girl a good time. I hope you like the Grand Slams at Denny's and don't mind being picked up in a pretty rad Ford truck. In my spare time, I like playing the piano and singing "Great Balls of Fire" at the top of my lungs and pissing off my peers with my best friend. Anyway, I'm looking for a girl who thinks Valentine's Day sucks as much as I do and is bored and just wants to talk. Yeah, I don't have very high standards. I guess that's pretty obvious, huh? I mean, here I am calling the “Singles Connection” after all. So if you think I'm the stud for you, give me a ring. And by the way, I do have a mustache and I wear Hawaiian shirts in public with no shame. But don't let that scare you off. I'll rock your world, honey. "
Goose could hardly keep a straight face as he ended the message with his phone number. He figured no girl would ever respond to such a silly message.
With a chuckle he put the phone back in the cradle. He got up to go finish the previous night's dishes and when he was done he returned to the recliner and dozed in and out of sleep while watching some more TV.
A few hours later, the phone started ringing, stirring him awake.
Goose looked at the phone ringing and glanced at his watch. It was almost midnight. Who was calling this late?
...
"Hello?" Goose answered. No one said anything. "Hello?" He tried again.
He heard nothing but a faint gasp and the sound of a click. The caller on the other end hung up. Goose looked at the phone in his hand in disbelief.
A minute later, it rang again. He answered on the second ring and hesitated before speaking.
"Helllooo?" Goose asked, slowly and carefully.
A deep breath was inhaled and exhaled on the other end. Finally, a female voice spoke.
"Um, yes, hello," You said, timidly. "Uh, hi. Is this...Goose?"
You sounded so unsure.
"The one and only," Goose replied.
You cleared your throat, took another deep breath and said:
"Hi, there. I'm Y/ N. I heard your message on the Single's Connection."
Goose about shot up out of his chair when he realized what was going on. He had practically forgotten about calling that number and that silly message he left.
"Holy shit...." He leaned forward and clasped his hand over his mouth.
"Is this a bad time?" There was a hint of disappointment in your voice.
"No, no, no!" Goose assured. He chuckled. "I'm sorry. It's just...I didn't expect anyone to actually call me back."
"I'm sorry for hanging up on you earlier," You explained. "It's just I've never done this before. You know, call one of these 1-900 numbers."
"Yeah, it's the first time for me, too." Goose said.
You both breathed a sigh of relief. It made you both calm down and relax.
Goose leaned back in his chair.
"Well, I'm...I'm glad you called! So, you say your name is Y/N? That's a really pretty name."
"Aww, thanks," You replied. "But Goose isn't your real name. Is it?"
Goose laughed. "Hehe. It might as well be. In my line of work it's what everyone calls me."
You smiled on the other end of the line.
"What line of work is that?"
Goose smiled proudly.
"I'm in the Navy. For now, stationed right here in sunny San Diego. I ride in the back of some really bad ass jets. I'm basically like an extra set of eyes for my pilot. I play with the radio and watch the radar, among other things. If we happen to come across an enemy pilot, we keep up foreign relations. Communicate with the single finger salute. We're really friendly like that, you know. All in all...it's...it's..."
He pretended to struggle to find the words. "It's pretty much the best damn job in the world."
You were giggling on the other end.
"Wow, yeah! That does sound really cool. Bitchin', I think is what you called it?"
Goose laughed, remembering he had said that in his message. "Yes, ma'am. Bitchin'."
You spent a few minutes telling him what you did for a living and described what you looked like. You cleared your throat and shifted in your bed. You pressed the receiver closer, so close the pressure started to hurt your ear so you loosened up a bit.
"Hey, um," You start. "I hope you don't mind me asking this... " You take another breath. "But I gotta know something. You know, before we go on..."
"Ask away. I'm an open book."
You laugh nervously. "So..you aren't married, right?"
You grimaced at the thought. Messing around with a married man, even just over the phone, was a line you wouldn't cross.
At first Goose was a little bit taken aback by the question. But it was a reasonable question to ask. Just because it was called the "Single's Connection" didn't mean only single people used the service.
"Oh, God, no!" He said. "Nah, no lucky lady has claimed me yet."
He paused and thought about it.
"Are you?!" He asked, quickly. "You know, married?"
You exhaled a breath you didn't realize you were holding.
"Oh, God, no!" You repeated.
"No, I'm not married. I'm single as a freakin' Pringle!"
You immediately thought that sounded like a such a dorky thing to say but you smiled when you heard him laughing.
"Well, good," Goose said, relieved as much as you were. "That's...that's a very good thing to know."
"That's part of the reason why I called tonight," You told him. He didn't respond and you went on:
"I, uh...um...God, I don't know why I'm telling you this. But I just wanted to talk to someone tonight." You paused and twisted the telephone cord around your finger.
"Well, talk to me, honey. I'll listen. That's why I called, too. Just to talk. All jokes aside. "
His voice was so soothing and friendly. You had only been speaking to this guy for a few minutes but he seemed really warm and funny just like he did on his message. Not at all like some creep you expected to get on these hotlines. It also sounded like he had a little bit of twang when he spoke. A sweet Southern man, you thought.
"So you know it's Valentine's Day this weekend, right? I was supposed to go with my boyfriend on this romantic getaway..." You paused and then quickly clarified:
"My now EX boyfriend, that is! Anyway, so we had these plans set months in advance. We were going to go to this really nice cabin resort in Colorado. Oh God, the pictures of it looked so beautiful. But I found out he's been sneaking around on me! He's been hooking up with his ex for weeks."
You scoffed at reliving it all. "Maybe even longer than that. Shit, I don't know. I feel like such a fool. We had been together awhile now. And I thought...I actually thought...we'd...God. I thought this trip was where he would ask me to marry him."
Your voice cracked at the end but you weren't crying or even tearing up. You had no tears to waste on a cheater.
"I guess I thought wrong, huh?" You concluded.
Goose remained silent for a moment. He wasn't exactly sure what to say to a story like that. He went with the first thing that popped into his mind.
"You were going to go on a romantic getaway to Colorado?!" He asked, incredulous. "What's so romantic about having snow all the way up to your ass?!"
You burst out laughing while Goose went on.
"I mean, no offense, dear, but Hawaii is where it's at!"
"Pffft!, " You playfully spit. "Oh, please! Yeah, Hawaii is nice but it's so cliche. Everyone goes to Hawaii! Or the Bahamas. Or the Virgin Islands. Or the Florida Keys..."
"Yeah, cause they know warm weather is better than freezing-your-nuts-off weather anytime!" Goose interjected.
You both laughed. God, this girl is really sweet. Goose thought. You had such a sweet, lovely voice and you described yourself so pretty. Of course, there was the possibility you were lying about that but he knew you weren't. You were very pretty. Inside and out. He just knew it.
"No, but seriously, Y/N," Goose said. "I'm sorry that happened to you, sugar. And here I was sitting 'round moping just because I had a date cancel on me. You got it much worse. You deserve way better. You dumped his sorry ass, right?"
"Absolutely!" You confirmed. "No regrets. I figure I dodged a bullet."
"Good girl."
Something about that made you shift. Underneath the sheets you felt a tingling sensation in between your legs. It was the other part of the reason why you called. You were looking to get off. It had been awhile.
"Hey, um, Goose? There's something else...I,um, hehe... there's something else. I don't know...if you'd even be up for it?"
"Yes? What is it, honey?"
He really should stop calling you the pet names. He had no idea what it was doing to you or perhaps he did? You assumed it was just a thing that came naturally to him, being from the South and all.
"So..." You began. You told yourself to grow up and just spit it out.
"I know we both said we just wanted to talk but the truth is..."
You trailed off. You took another deep breath and put it out there.
"I'm all alone and I'm feeling...like I need someone to help me release some tension."
Your voice had a slight change in it. You wondered if he knew what you were getting at. He sure did.
Lord have mercy. Goose thought. Somebody pinch me. This is too good to be true! Phone sex was one of his biggest kinks. He had done it before with previous girlfriends especially while being on a lengthy deployment. He always ended up regretting it when he got the phone bill but it was one weakness he couldn't resist.
"Goose?" You asked, worried he might have hung up. "Are you still there?"
“Yeah, I'm still here," He said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"So...just to make things clear. You're feeling horny, honey? And you want me to talk dirty to you? Is that it?"
You felt your cheeks get hot and you were certain you were blushing every shade of red right now.
"Is that right, Y/N?" Goose asked. His voice had become more honeyed and an octave deeper. He had turned on his bedroom voice.
"Yes," You breathlessly admitted. "Yes, Goose. That's right."
"Oh, honeyyy...," His always drawl came out thicker when he felt turned on which was happening rapidly even though nothing had got started yet. "I'd be more than happy to help you!"
You felt the tingling sensation in between your legs again and this time it felt like it was starting to throb.
"OK, so what do I do?" You asked, softly, your heart beating faster. "I've never done this before."
"That's all right. Where are you right now?"
"I'm in my bed."
Goose hummed. "OK, that's good. What are you wearing?"
You looked down at yourself as if you forgotten what you had on. You told him you had on an old cotton T shirt and shorts. You realized you hadn't exactly thought this whole thing through.
"Yeah, I'm not exactly in my sexiest attire," You joked. "I told you this is my first time doing something like this."
"Hey, that's A OK with me, baby," Goose reassured. He asked if you wearing anything underneath.
"No?"
"Great. Take them off. All of it. The shirt and the shorts."
"I'll have to set the phone down for just a second."
"Take your time, sweetheart."
You flung back your bed sheets and did as Goose instructed. The cool air in your bedroom made your unclothed body pebble up but you knew you weren't going to stay cold for long.
"I'm back," You said, raising the receiver to your ear again.
Goose shut his eyes trying to picture you, lying naked on your bed right now. He bet it was a really pretty picture.
He opened his eyes and continued.
"All right. I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath for me. Clear your mind. C'mon, honey, close your eyes and take a deep breath. This won't work if you're not completely relaxed."
You scooted yourself all the way back on your bed so that your back was flush with your head board. You both took a few deep breathes together.
"Keep your eyes closed for me." Goose told you. "I want you to imagine something. Think about your snowy Colorado cabin, OK? Think about how beautiful it is."
"OK," You whispered. You concentrated very hard.
"I want you to really picture it, honey. Picture the most cozy, comfy log cabin. It's big and spacious. There's a King size bed. With super soft red and black plaid sheets. There's a wood burning stove in the corner. There's a nice, crackling fire going. It's the only source of light in the whole room besides a few candles that are lit. Inside it smells like oranges, cinnamon and cloves. All those sweet winter smells. On the table, there's a bouquet of two dozen long stem red roses and a basket with wine and chocolates. Outside, it's snowing. It's a light fluffy snow and it's coming down at a steady pace."
"Mmmm..." You hummed. It all started to take shape in your mind. "You make it sound so lovely."
"There's floor to ceiling windows." Goose continued. "No shades. No curtains. No blinds. If there was anyone standing outside, they could see right in. They'd have a perfect view of you. Lying completely naked on the bed..."
Goose was looking straight ahead but the only thing he could see was the picture he was painting with his words.
"But there's no one there," He whispered low into the receiver. "There's no one there but you and me, baby."
Your breath hitched as the fantasy started to turn sexual.
"Can you feel me, baby?" Goose asked. "I'm right there with you in the bed. I'm naked, too. I'm on top of you. We're looking into each other's eyes and I'm stroking your hair..."
"Are you kissing me?" You asked. You had the phone receiver nestled in the crook of your neck. You were starting to move your hands up and down and all over your body. You were feeling much more relaxed.
Goose smiled. "Mmm...yes, honey. I'm kissing you. Kissing your soft, sweet lips..."
Goose moaned just thinking about it.
"Your tongue on mine. Over and over and over. I'm kissing you all over your body. Mmmm...kissing your pretty little face. Kissing your chin and then right along your jawline. All the way down your neck...mmmm...You feel my mustache tickling your skin, baby?"
You giggled. "Mmmm...I bet it does tickle!"
"It's going tickle you everywhere. Everywhere."
You moaned at the scene playing out in your mind. You began to toy with your pebbled nipples and it made you start squirming.
"What are you doing, baby?" Goose asked. "Are you touching yourself already?"
"I'm playing with my nipples," You replied and you hear him make a throaty noise. "Are you going to suck on them, daddy? I want you to."
You had no idea if Goose was into the "daddy" kink thing. You knew from your experience some guys were and some guys weren't. His moan on the other end of the line confirmed he didn't mind it.
"Hold that thought, honey." Goose said.
Goddamn, this girl is going to be the death of me. He thought as he sat the handset down so he could pull off his shirt. He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly. He was getting harder and harder by the minute. He moved a box of tissues closer. He was definitely going to need them later.
"You there?" Goose asked when he picked up again.
"I'm here, baby, " You breathed, still stimulating your nipples with wet fingertips. "I'm here with you in the cabin. We're in the sheets. You're kissing me all over. You were going to give my nipples some attention."
"Mmm, yes, " Goose started to palm himself over his underwear. "I bet you got luscious titties, don't you? Do you like it when daddy kisses your titties, baby? Kiss, lick, suck." He made a popping noise as if he just sucked and released one of your nipples. "I love me some titties, darlin'."
"Who doesn't?" You said and you both laughed.
"That's true. Very true!" Goose agreed.
There were two types of people in the world as far as he was concerned. Those who love titties and those who lied about not loving titties.
"Are you going to titty fuck me, daddy?" You asked.
It caught Goose so off guard he didn't recognize his own voice when he made an ungodly moan and almost dropped the handset. He never had a woman ask him to do that before. Over the phone or in-person. It made him pull himself out of his underwear and let his now raging hard-on be free.
"Oh, honeyyy," He drawled. "Fuck yesss..."
You crossed your arms over your stomach so your breasts pressed together.
"Just like that, baby," You begged, picturing him sliding up and down in between your breasts. "Feels so good...mmm...yes, that's it..."
Goose couldn't help but be slightly amused.
"You're a little freak, aren't you?"
You gasped.
"So are you!" You defended with a laugh.
"Of course I am!" Goose licked his lips. “I’m a man after all and I’m in the Navy. It goes without saying. Aww, yes, honey...I'm fuckin' those great titties of yours."
He was steadily stroking himself now. You reached down in between your legs and started rubbing your nub with your manicured hand. You both continued to go back and forth about what you were doing to each other. You were going to put him in your mouth and suck him off. He was going to continue his journey down the length of your body. Kissing, licking, sucking, he assured you he would leave hickeys all over your skin.
"Don't worry," Goose told you . "They'll all be in places where nobody can see."
"Mmm...you're such a gentleman, " You teased. "Turns me on even more."
Goose snickered. "Hehe. I might be a gentleman but trust me, baby, before it's all over, I'll have you acting very unlady-like."
You sighed. "God, yes, please...."
Goose told you about how he was going to use both his mouth and fingers on you.
"I'm in between your legs now, honey. You taste so fuckin' good. Mmmm...You feel it? I like to take my time. Licking that pretty pussy of yours. Over and over and over. Is it pretty, isn't it, darlin'? Pretty just like the rest of you. Then I'm gonna take my fingers..."
He paused and gave them a wiggle before he went on:
"I'm going to take my fingers...my middle and ring fingers...and I'm gonna push them in and out. In and out, baby. Real slow at first..."
You had long since slid down your headboard and you were writhing in your sheets and moaning and panting heavy into the phone. The more this went on, the hotter it got and the more real it seemed.
"That's right, honey, " Goose praised you. "You feel these fingers in you? In and out. Mmm...and I'm still licking you. Mmmm...I'm going to go a little faster. Yeah, faster, faster. That's right. You're getting so wet for me."
You whimpered. "Yesss...Oh God, yes!"
It was true. You were getting wetter and wetter. You rubbed yourself faster.
"That's right, honey." Goose encouraged, loving hearing how you were getting more and more worked up.
"How hard are you right now?" You asked. "You gonna put it in me, baby? I want you inside of me."
Goose looked down and saw he was hard as a rock. He pumped himself faster.
"I'm ready for you, sweetheart. I'm so ready."
He pictured you naked and turned on and all spread eagle for him. It was a gorgeous sight. He just knew it.
"You feel me?" He asked. "I'm right up against you. I'm rubbing against you right now. You ready, darlin'?"
"Please!" You cried.
"I'm going in, sugar." Goose's breathing was becoming as heavy and as labored as yours. "I'm inside you now. You feel so good, baby. Yesss, so damn good. Mmm...You feel me sliding inside of you? Mmm...In and out. In and out..."
"Don't stop!" You practically wailed. You were rubbing yourself vigorously.
"Aww, no, no, no," Goose grinned. "No, baby. I'm not stopping. I'm just getting started. In and out....Mmm... You're so fuckin' good... You feel so good...You feel the rhythm, baby? The nice rhythm we got going?"
Goose exhaled. "Ahhh. You feel soooo good!"
He had no doubt in his mind that in real life you felt incredible.
"Harder.." Your plea was just a breathy moan. Goose heard it but decided to tease you a little bit.
"What's that, darlin'? What did you say?"
You were so wet at this point you were starting to leave wet spots on your sheets.
"Harder, daddy, please!" You begged. Your back was arched and while your one hand was busy stimulating yourself, your other hand was putting your fingers in your mouth.
"Ah, you want me to fuck you harder, honey? You like it rough? Can you handle it, baby?"
Goose was starting to wonder how much more he himself could handle. You both were moaning in unison, both of you getting closer and closer.
"I'm right above you," Goose said. "I'm holding you down and I'm driving my hips into you. Over and over. Mmm...faster and faster...Mmm...you feel so fuckin' good! ...Yesss...So deep inside you...Hehe...I can hear how wet you are, honey..."
It was true. The noises you making were becoming obscene.
Goose couldn't help but feel a bit of an ego boost.
"You're making me feel so proud, honey. Keep it up. Atta girl. Yeah, that's it! Come and take it, baby! It's all yours!"
You weren't going to last much longer.
"Holy shit!" You cried. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."
"You gonna do what, baby? You gonna come for me? Is that it? I want you to."
You were a blubbering, whimpering mess. It was all you could do was moan into the phone. Your legs were shaking.
Goose was still pumping away.
"Ah, I love those sounds you're making," He groaned. "Like music to my ears, honey. Come on, baby. Yeah, that's good. Mmm...You can come, baby. I'll let you..."
He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt his own crescendo about to happen.
He cradled the phone in the crook of his neck as he reached for a handful of tissues.
"Come with me, darlin'," Goose egged you on. "Come with me. Come on...you can do it. You can do it, baby. Come with me...Ahhh!!!"
"Ohhh, babyyy!!! " You managed to cry. It seemed to be the thing that finally made you both come undone. Your whole body spasmed as you rode out your climax, uncontrollably moaning into the phone. You heard him grunting in rapid succession and knew he was feeling the release too.
You both listened to each other catch your breath for a minute.
Goose chuckled. "Look what you made me do, honey. I made a mess."
You were still trying to come back down to earth. You continued to ride your pleasure wave with little breaths, moans, and whimpers.
"So?..." Goose asked. He discarded the used tissues in the trash can and reached for his pack of Marlboro's. "How are you feeling now?"
He was hoping he helped you out at least a little bit. You certainly helped him.
You cleared your throat, still trying to recover. You opened your mouth to say something but you couldn't help but start giggling. Softly at first and eventually it became a giggle fit. You felt good. So good. Better than good.
Goose smiled listening to you. He, too, began to chuckle as he lit a cigarette and took a drag.
"As long as you're laughing with me and not at me!" He said. "Ahhh...You sound so pretty when you laugh. So? You have a good time, honey?"
You finally found your voice to speak:
"You were fantastic...Incredible."
It was no lie. You wondered if he could make you feel all that over the phone, then he must be dynamite in-person.
"You know, for a guy who said he thinks Valentine's Day sucks," You reminded him of what he said in his message. "You're actually quite the romantic, aren't you?"
You knew deep down he had to be. After coming up with the whole romantic cabin scenario on a whim like that.
Goose laughed. "You caught me, baby. Guilty as charged."
It was true. He was a romantic. A hopeless one, if he was being honest with himself.
"How was I? You know, my first time over the phone and all?" You asked.
Goose thought about telling you that was some of the hottest sex he'd ever had. Instead, he said:
"Perfect. Just...perfect. You were perfect."
"You're not at all what I expected when I called the number," You told him. You told him how you expected to get some creep or a desperate loser or both, neither of which he turned out to be.
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, honey," Goose joked. "No, in all seriousness, you're not what I expected either. I didn't expect anything much other than an outrageous phone bill..."
He trailed off and you both groaned simultaneously, remembering how expensive calls to hotlines can run.
"Hey, Y/N?" Goose started. "This might sound kind of crazy but...could I call you, sometime? Outside this hotline?"
He really liked you and wanted to keep talking to you. If it kept going as well as it did, maybe the two of you could meet in person. Perhaps make the fantasy a reality?
"Sure, Goose," You replied, warmly. "I'd like that."
You definitely wanted to keep in touch.
After you gave him your number he said:
"Nick."
"What?"
Goose ran a hand through his hair and grinned.
"My real name. It's Nick."
You smiled.
"Well then, Nick. It's been a pleasure."
In more ways than one! You thought. "Good night."
"Likewise," Goose drawled. "Oh and hey, by the way...Happy Valentine's Day, honey."
#top gun#top gun 1986#nick goose bradshaw#goose#nick goose bradshaw x reader#goose x reader#top gun fanfiction#top gun maverick#reader insert#bless you if you read all this b/c it's kind of long ❤
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Introduction
Helloooo, this is my first tumblr post so I apologize for how bad it is😭
Anyways I write fanfics! Here are the fandoms I will write for:
Marvel
Stranger things
The owl house
Wednesday
Enola Holmes
Harry Potter
Avatar the last airbender/ Avatar legend of korra
Heartstopper
Limits/Requirements
What I will write:
Fluff
Gay stories (M/M & M/GN)
Character x reader
Headcanons
One-shots
Requests
Platonic stories with female characters
Poly Relationships
LIGHT smut/suggestive situations (!only for characters that are not underage!)
Imagines
Coming out imagines (trans/queer/ace/poly friendly!)
What I will NOT write:
Angst (im bad at it😭)
Straight stories (M/F)
Romantic stories with female characters
Long/Multi chapter stories
Character x character (unless its a poly ship with the reader)
Extreme age-gap
Pro-ships
Extreme smut
About me!
My name is Crimson!
Im gay
My pronouns are he/they
Very amateur writer
I prioritize requests!!!
I won't be constantly writing cuz ya know life but I will make sure that I see and respond to requests
I have an ao3 account with the same name but I havent posted anything yet😭
Characters
Will be accepting requests for these characters
Marvel
Peter Parker (My #1)
Andrew!Peter Parker
Tobey!Peter Parker
Marc Spector
Steven Grant
Sam Wilson
Bucky Barnes
Eddie Brock
Matt Murdock
Clint Barton
Scott Lang
Stephen Strange (Platonic only)
Pietro Maximoff
Tony Stark (Platonic only)
Thor
Namor
Vision
Wade Wilson
Steve Rogers
Bruce Banner
Shang-Chi
Scott Summers
Leo Fitz
Kang the Conqueror/Nathaniel Richards (New!)
Stranger things
Dustin Henderson (my #1)
Mike Wheeler
Will Byers
Lucas Sinclair
Jonathan Byers
Steve Harrington
Argyle
Jim Hopper
Enzo/Dmitri
The Owl House
Hunter
Thats basically it but I will do a lot of platonic imagines with all the other characters
Wednesday
Tyler
Ajax (my #1)
Pugsley
Eugene
Enola Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
Tewksbury
A lot of platonic imagines for the rest of the characters as well
Harry Potter
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley (my #1)
Neville Longbottom
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Oliver Wood
Cedric Diggory
Remus Lupin
Sirius Black
Avatar TLA/LOK
Aang
Sokka
Zuko
Mako
Bolin
+bunch of platonic stuff
Heartstopper
Nick
Charlie
Thats basically it
Extra
Please send requests! :) Im really bad at coming up with ideas lol
I probably forgot a bunch of stuff on here but yeah
Thats it! Byeee
#fanfic#stranger things#marvel#male reader#wednesday#the owl house#fluff#my writing#harry potter#enola holmes#request#avatar the legend of korra#avatar the last airbender#heartstopper
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☆—! REQUEST INFORMATION !—☆
→ Please check my pin to see if requests are open.
→ Please put if you want it to be an "x reader" fic or an oc will be used.
→ The more detail in the request is best as it can help me write the fic!
→ Don't be afraid to ask about certain things in the fic
→ Don't be afraid to request people who aren't on my "who I'll write" list. I don't have the best memory, so not everyone is there!
☆— What I will & Won't Write —☆
→ I will not write about self-harm, eating disorders, or anything that is in that realm.
→ Fluff & angst only. I will not write smut as it makes me uncomfortable to write.
→ Most angst is fine except for anything that involves heavy blood or any serious topic.
→ Any kind of relationship such as male x male, male x female, genderfluid x male/female is fine.
→ I will write about family even if it's not by blood and just by people being a specific family figure.
☆— Who I'll Write For —☆
Wrestlers
Christian Cage
Jeff Hardy
Edge
Undertaker (all versions)
Musicians and Bands
Ryan Ross
Dallon Weeks
Noah Sebastian
Corpse Husband
My Chemical Romance
Gerard Way
Mikey Why
Frank Iero
Ray Toro (platonically)
Black Veil Brides
Andy Biersack
Lonny Eagleton
Christian Coma (Cc)
5 Seconds of Summer
Luke Hemmings
Ashton Irwin
Michael Clifford
Content Creators
Daniel Howell
Markiplier
Jacksepticeye
Corpse Husband
Sam and Colby
Shows and Movies
Julie and The Phantoms
Luke Patterson
Alex Mercer
Reggie Peters
Heartstopper
Nick Nelson
Charlie Springs
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