#Nick Nelson x sister!reader

[bunnysnuff]

Sibling power.

Pairing: nick Nelson x sister!reader, Imogen Heaney x reader.

Trigger warnings: talks of sexual identity and coming out.

Request.

It was a rare moment of quiet in the Nelson household. Nick sat on his bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. You had been unusually quiet all afternoon, lingering around the edges of the house, clearly wanting to say something but holding back. He knew that look — it was the same one he’d worn for weeks before he’d finally come out to the family.

A soft knock came at his door, pulling him out of his thoughts. He sat up quickly, surprised. "Come in."

The door creaked open, and you poked your head through. Your usual energy was muted, and you hesitated before stepping fully into the room. "Hey, Nick."

"Hey," he said, frowning slightly. "What’s up?"

You lingered by the door for a moment, clearly struggling to find the right words. "I... I need to talk to you about something."

His heart raced at the seriousness of your tone. "Okay. What’s going on?"

Taking a deep breath, you stepped further into the room, closing the door behind you. "I’ve been thinking about a lot of stuff lately. Like, really thinking. And it’s been hard to keep it to myself."

Nick’s brow furrowed in concern. "What do you mean? Is everything okay?"

You sighed, leaning against the wall, your arms crossed tightly. "Not really. I just... I don’t know how to say this. But I think I might be gay."

Nick’s eyes widened in surprise, but a warmth spread through him. He was struck by the realization that he wasn’t alone in this anymore. "Wow. Thanks for telling me."

You looked up, surprised by his reaction. "You’re okay with it?"

"Of course!" he replied, his voice earnest. "I’m just glad you feel like you can share that with me. I mean, I’ve been figuring out my own stuff, too."

Your eyes met his, a flicker of hope igniting. "Wait, really? What do you mean?"

He took a deep breath, the weight of his own secret feeling lighter as he shared it with you. "I think I’m bisexual. I was scared to say anything because I didn’t know how you’d react. But hearing you say that… I feel like I’m not alone anymore."

A smile broke across your face, a mixture of relief and joy flooding through you. "Seriously? I thought I was the only one!"

Nick chuckled, the tension in the room dissipating. "Nope, not at all. We’re in this together, I guess."

Just then, Imogen, your girlfriend and Nick’s close friend, knocked lightly and walked into the room without waiting for an invitation. She paused, sensing the charged atmosphere, and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, what’s going on in here?"

You and Nick exchanged a glance, and Nick felt a mix of hesitation and relief. "Um, we were just talking about some stuff," he said, trying to sound casual.

Imogen took a step closer, her curiosity piqued. "Talking about what? You guys look like you’re plotting something."

You took a breath, emboldened by Nick’s presence. "Actually, Imogen, we were just talking about our identities. I told Nick that I’m a lesbian.”

Imogen's face broke into a bright smile, her eyes shining with support. "Really? Oh baby.” She hugs you tightly.

Nick felt a rush of warmth, grateful for Imogen’s love for you.

Imogen leaned against the door frame, crossing her arms. "You know, I think it’s really brave of you, baby. I’m so proud.”

You felt a swell of gratitude and relief. "Thanks, Imogen. It helps to know we’re not alone."

Imogen nodded, her expression softening. "Definitely. And you guys aren’t alone in this — I’m here for you both. We’re all in this together."

Nick couldn’t help but grin. The weight of uncertainty had lifted, replaced by a sense of belonging. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew he had both you and Imogen by his side.

[trumpkinhotboy]

Chronic protective brother syndrome

Pairing: big brother!nick nelson x little sister!reader

Type: Request (thank you so much!!)

Warnings: Mention of fainting, having a chronic illness, but nothing too intense

Word count: 1900

Requests: Open! For Heartstopper, twilight wolfpack, chronicles of narnia and harry potter

A/n: honestly… i dont have much to say except that i love writing for requests and that big brother nick makes me weak in the knees. Hope you enjoy angels xxx

*gif is not mine

Summary: The reader has been living with diabetes her whole life. She's grown quite accustomed to it and manages it well with the help of her supportive family. Although sometimes, support can feel a little suffocating...

Through your 14 years of existence, you have grown quite accustomed to life with type 1 diabetes. As you grew up and became more conscious of what it meant to live with a chronic disease, you learned to accept and care for yourself quite well. 

Your mother, Sarah, was a real trooper and never let you down, always carrying you when you felt exhausted and done with your condition, which did happen more often than you care to admit. Luckily, you also had someone else in your corner: your older brother. 

Nick is known to be quite protective. Especially with the people he cares for. However, that aspect of his personality gained a new high when you were born, and your mother explained why you could never do everything just as he did. Of course, you would still be able to do most of them. You would simply need to be a little more careful. 

Sarah remembers very clearly the look in little Nick’s eyes when she explained why you were always sick. You were resting in bed after a substantial flare-up when his eyes welled up with tears. That's when he finally understood that there was something in your own body that would always try to fight and hurt itself. That’s also when he promised himself he would do everything to protect you. Your mum still tells that story with a few tears welling up in her eyes. 

Nick knew you could have a lot of complications from your disease. To avoid them, he always made sure you had everything you needed at all times. You usually didn't mind, seeing how your ADHD sometimes made it a little harder for you to remember to pack your stuff. Plus, the fatigue diabetes often fogged you with did not help in that department. 

The thing is you were now 14 years old, finally starting to make new friends and explore the jungle that is social life in high school. So when your 16-year-old brother comes over, and all your lady friends swoon over him, or worse, when he comes over to baby you, it gets a little irritating. Luckily, Nick was quite stubborn about that stuff and was not about to let you get hurt just because of the image you wanted to project.

That was until you made quite a scene in front of everyone.

You had been feeling particularly irritated and moody that day. So when you saw your brother walk over to you with a backup diabetes kit, which was his creation, you felt anger boil in your blood.

It did not help to hear some nasty year 10 make jokes from a picnic table near your friends and you. "Oh, would you look at that? Diabetes Nelson still needs her big brother to bring her her little drugs. I don't understand how someone like him could be related to her."

It was stupid. It wasn't even a good insult. Plus, the people who kept making comments were not something to be impressed with. Still, you couldn't help the shame from creeping on your cheeks.

So this time, when your big brother came to check on you and offered you your safety pouch, you refused.

"I already have the normal one. I don't need this one."

"I know, but I don't think you've put the new insulin shots in. I brought you the safety one just in case."

The snickers you heard from the people behind had you gritting your teeth. You couldn't understand their exact words, but you knew it wasn't positive. 

"Don't you have anything better to do than watch over me all day?" you hissed. "I'm not stupid Nick."

Your diabetes also made you prone to mood swings, mostly when your blood sugar levels were too high or low. That's why Nick usually did not make a big deal out of these outbursts, but this time felt different. Hurt flashed in his eyes, and briefly, you regretted the words.

"I never said that. I just want to make sure you have everything you need. You know the risks." His tone was soft, his gaze focused on you. He tried as much as he could not to make a big deal out of this, but your reaction had the exact opposite effect. He knew how the fear of being judged could make a person act in such a terrible way. 

"I don't need you to remind me how weak and useless my body is, okay? I'm the one living with diabetes, Nick. Not you." You whispered angrily.

You grabbed your bag and left him planted there without looking back. Nick and you were usually like two peas in a pod, and to leave him there hurt much more than you would care to admit. 

You got back in class, trying to act normal, but after an hour in, you felt queasy and feeble. You had indulged in some sweets some friends offered after your altercation with Nick, brushing off the risk with your ongoing anger. Subtly, you pricked your finger and couldn't help your eyes from growing two sizes when you saw the little numbers your tracker presented. You were in hyperglycemia and urgently needed to get a shot of insulin. Swiftly, you asked to be excused from the class and headed for the bathroom. The walls seemed to shake around you, and your vision kept warping up. Cursing yourself for being this dumb, you opened your bag with shaking hands, searching for your shots.

"Shit."

There was only one thing worse than fighting with Nick, and it was when you realized he had been right. You mumbled under your breath, trying to stay calm and figure out a quick solution because this was becoming urgent, and you needed the care right now. Calling Nick would do no good since he was at Truham anyway. You decided to head back to class to ask for your teacher's help, but once you tried climbing the stairs, a thousand little dots started dancing around. You were able to mutter an 'I feel kinda dizzy' before everything turned black.

You awoke to a commotion. Distorted sounds and everything around you moved too fast to register. Someone was holding your hand while you felt a pinch in your arm. 

"It's okay, it's okay Y/n. You're going to be okay. I'm here."

You knew that voice. You lifted your gaze with an effort and only saw a flash of red hair before darkness swallowed you once more.

This time, when you woke up, everything was silent and peaceful. You were lying in a bed, a hospital bed, with an IV drip set up in your arm. Nick was resting in the chair next to you, his worried eyes set on his phone as he quickly typed.

"Hey," you croaked. 

His head whipped up in surprise when he heard your voice. He immediately dropped his phone to come by your side. His hand flew to your forehead. The coolness of it felt incredibly refreshing as you leaned into the touch.

"Hey, kid," he whispered. He tried putting a smile on his face, but it couldn't hide the worry he was truly feeling.

"So, I'm guessing I fainted? And someone found me? And they panicked ?"

"Panicked is an understatement."

He explained that Imogen found you at the bottom of the stairs. She didn't know whether you had fallen from them or just fainted at the bottom, so she immediately called for help and texted him.

"I ran to Higgs faster than Charlie ever could," he added with a smirk, his joke stealing a chuckle from your chest.

"I'm sorry for causing such a commotion. I should wear a bracelet that says fainting is normal for me so people won't worry."

His gaze hardened at your comment. "Fainting is not normal for you. It's a bad sign, and you know it."

You sheepishly dropped your gaze. Okay, he wasn't ready to make jokes about it yet. Charlie would have laughed, you secretly thought.

"I don't understand why you pulled that crap. I just wanted to help you." 

You lay back in bed with a sigh and covered your eyes with your forearm. You did know Nick only wanted to help, but still. His kind gestures irritated you so much sometimes.

"It's already hard enough to be the sick kid. That was my only thing when I was in middle school. I thought now I could step away from it, that I could be someone else. Be known for other things than my messed up immune system." 

You noticed Nick's expression softened once you uncovered your eyes. 

"And I know you want to help and trust me, I appreciate it. It's just that sometimes it feels like you don't believe in me. Like you don't think I'm capable of doing stuff. Instead of helping me become stronger, you keep worrying me with your horror scenarios."

It was now Nick's turn to look all sheepish and guilty. You might have been right in saying he tended to get a little paranoid when you wanted to try new things. He only thought about protecting you. He never realized the effect it would have on your self-esteem. 

"I'm tired of being afraid. I've looked it up, and there are so many people with diabetes who are doing amazing things. I can stay healthy and still be a badass kid who tries new stuff."

He looked up, his eyes holding so much uncertainty and fear. Though through it all, love was the strongest thing in his gaze. He grabbed your hand once again with a tight smile.

"I hear you, I'm sorry. I never thought it would make you feel like this, or else I wouldn't have done it."

"Nick." You gave him a knowing look.

"Okay, okay. I might have still done it, but only because you're my baby sister, and I want you to be healthy and have a long, long life, okay?"

You nodded while tightening your grip on his hand. 

"I promise I will be less overbearing, and I will support you in whatever new thing you want to try."

"Thanks, Nick, and for school, could you maybe not come and do your big brother number in front of all my friends? I appreciate the gesture, but I'm over dealing with the dumbasses." 

He sighed heavily but still agreed to your request. "About that, just a piece of advice. I've learned that sometimes the thing we are afraid will show our weakness or vulnerability only does when we allow it to. Once you reclaim your power and own it, it all switches around. Anyone who has something to say about it will suddenly disappear, or you won't care what they have to say anymore."

You nodded sheepishly. You honestly didn't care about your diabetes. I mean, it could be a gigantic pain, and you would have to be careful for the rest of your life. But all in all, you were pretty lucky. You had your condition mostly under control when you weren't a sassy dumbass, and you had the best support system someone could wish for. 

"Look at me. You're going to be okay kiddo." Your brother squeezed your hand tighter in a reassuring motion. 

You lifted your head to meet his supportive gaze and smiled in return. Yes, you would be okay.

[alyswritings]

hi! can i send a request for nick nelson x sister!reader? i don't know what platonic pairings you're willing to write for from heartstopper so i just wanted to check first! ty 🫶🏻

of course! probably just friends & siblings for heartstopper characters, i don't really see me doing daughter!reader for heartstopper characters

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Masterlist

Song prompts

An updated and hopefully more easily navigable masterlist of all of my posts. Links that are just names are ‘Meeting and Dating’ posts. (Last updated 1/29/22)

 Hope you enjoy!

Pretty In Pink~

Duckie Dale

- NSFW

Making out with Duckie

Duckie taking you to prom

Duckie Dale cheering you up after a rough day

Andie

Blane McDonagh

- NSFW

A study date with Blane

First fight with Blane

First kiss with Blane

First time with Blane

Steff McKee

- NSFW

Steff having a crush on you

Spending Valentine’s Day with Steff

Sixteen Candles~

Jake Ryan

Farmer Ted

Caroline Mulford

Bryce (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Bryce having a crush on you

Making out with Bryce

Spending your first Valentine’s Day with Bryce

Cliff (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Cliff having a crush on you

Making out with Cliff

The Breakfast Club~

John Bender

- NSFW 

Bender taking your virginity

The way you make me feel

Brian Johnson

- NSFW

Andrew Clark

Allison Reynolds (Not completed yet)

Allison dating a shy nerdy girl

Ferris Buellers Day Off~

Getting drunk with the Ferris Bueller crew

Going on the Ferris Adventure

Cameron Frye

- NSFW 

Cameron taking your virginity

Making out with Cameron

Cameron Frye comforting you when you’re upset

Starting a family with Cameron

Going on your own adventure with Cameron

Heathers~

J.D.

- NSFW

Being in a long term relationship with JD

J.D. with a chronically ill s/o

Veronica Sawyer

Heather Chandler

Back To The Future~

Marty McFly

Traveling in time with Marty

George McFly (Not completed yet)

- NSFW 

George with a dominant flirty s/o

George getting jealous and being dominant

The new girl standing up for George

Say Anything~

Lloyd Dobler

Can’t Buy Me Love~

Ronald Miller (Not completed yet)

Being Cindys friend and Ronalds crush

Cindy Mancini (Not completed yet)

Faking it (Cindy x reader)

Kenneth Wurman 

- NSFW

Making out with Kenneth

Some Kind of Wonderful~

Keith Nelson (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

- Grease Monkey

Making out with Keith Nelson

Spending Valentine’s Day with Keith 

Dead Poets Society~

Dead Poets Society Kinks

Neil Perry

- NSFW

Jealous Neil Perry

Neil dating an artist

Spending the holiday season with Neil

Why do you always do that?

Dating Neil and Todd

- A threesome with Neil and Todd

Todd Anderson

- NSFW

Comforting Todd when he’s upset

Jealous Todd Anderson

Jessies Girl

The Birthday Surprise

Dating Neil and Todd

- A threesome with Neil and Todd

Charlie Dalton

- NSFW

Charlie taking your virginity

Jealous Charlie

Making out with Charlie

Comforting Charlie after he’s expelled

The poets walking in on Charlie and his secret girlfriend

Having to tell Charlie you’re pregnant

Dont Get Me Wrong

Knox Overstreet

- NSFW

Jealous Knox

Making out with Knox

Spending Halloween with Knox

Spending Valentines day with Knox

Knox with an s/o who’s easily flustered by romantic gestures

Steven Meeks

- NSFW

The Exchange Student

Spending Valentine’s Day with Meeks

A study date with Meeks

Gerald Pitts (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

School Ties~

Rip Van Kelt

Chris Reece

Charlie Dillon

Grease~

Kenickie Murdoch

The Karate Kid~

Daniel Larusso

Pianos and Pushes

Johnny Lawrence

Dutch

The Outsiders~

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Two-bit Mathews

Johnny Cade (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Darry Curtis (Not completed yet)

Johnny Cade’s sister coming back and falling for Darry

Darrys girlfriend landing a job as a singer

Rumblefish~

Steve Hays

Dirty Dancing

Billy Kostecki

Better Off Dead~

Lane Meyer

The Lost Boys~

Poly Lost Boys

Poly Modern!Lost boys

Getting Drunk with the Lost Boys

The Lost Boys taking care of you when you’re hurt

The Lost Boys with an s/o having an anxiety attack

The Lost Boys dating a shy short girl

The Lost Boys fighting with their mates

The Lost Boys having a curvy mate

The Lost Boys with a sweet and innocent s/o

- NSFW

Group Sex with the Lost Boys

David (Not completed yet)

David having a crush on you

David taking your virginity

Laddies older sister

Sins of the Flesh and Matters of the Heart

Dwayne

Dwayne having a crush on you

A Little Stevie Nicks

Sins of the Flesh and Matters of the Heart

Paul

Paul having a crush on you

Marko (Not completed yet)

Marko having a crush on you

Edgar Frog

Making out with Edgar

Michael Emerson (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Sam Emerson (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Near Dark~

Severen

- NSFW

Interview with the Vampire

Lestat and Louis dating a girl who loves horror movies

Lestat de Lioncourt (Not completed yet)

Lestat with a Trad Goth Witch s/o

Louis de Pointe du Lac

- NSFW

Armand (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Armand with a s/o who’s never been in a relationship

Fright Night~

Jerry Dandridge

Martin

Martin Mathias

The Goonies~

Brand Walsh

Stand By Me~

Ace Merrill

If you want out just say it

The Sandlot~

Benny “The Jet” Rodriguez

Weird Science~

Gary Wallace

Gary Wallace dating a tall girl

Wyatt Donnelly

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure~

Dating Bill and Ted

Sleepover with Bill and Ted~ including Nsfw

Ted Logan

- NSFW

Making out with Ted

Fighting with Ted

Meeting “the parents” with Ted

Ted asking you to be his Valentine

Playing Romeo and Juliet with Ted Logan

Being Pregnant with Teds child

Being married to Ted

Bill S. Preston 

- NSFW

Fighting with Bill

Being married to Bill

Dream A Little Dream~

Dinger Holfield

- NSFW

Fast Times at Ridgemont High~

Mike Damone

Brad Hamilton

- NSFW

Jeff Spicoli

Dazed and Confused~

Kevin Pickford

- NSFW

Randall “Pink” Floyd

- NSFW

Making out with Pink

Don Dawson

Benny O’Donnell

- NSFW

Making out with Benny

Fred O’Bannion

- NSFW

Mitch Kramer

Ron Slater

Shavonne Wright

- NSFW

Jodi Kramer (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Sabrina Davis (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Empire Records~

AJ

Lucas

Mark

Eddie

Berko

Being a shy employee who has a crush on Joe

Dogma

Dating Loki and Bartleby

Clerks

Randal Graves

Waynes World~

Garth Algar

Austin Powers~

Austin Powers

Just One Of The Guys~

Greg Tolan

Terry Griffith

Harold Sherbico (Not completed yet)

Harold Sherbico having a crush on you

Johnny Be Good~

Johnny Walker (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Twister~

Robert “Rabbit” Nurick

Night Of The Creeps~

Chris (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Intruder~

Randy

- NSFW

Produce Joe

Heaven Help Us~

Ed Rooney

- NSFW

The Chocolate War~

Archie Costello

- NSFW 

- NSFW Submissive Archie

Being Married to Archie

Archie with a chronically ill s/o

Making out with Archie Costello

Going to the beach with Archie

A threesome with Obie and Archie

Obie Jameson (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Jerry Renault

- NSFW

Toy Soldiers~

Ricardo Montoya

Three O’Clock High~

Buddy Revell

Young Guns~

Billy The Kid

Doc Scurlock

Jose Chavez y Chavez

Dirty Steve Stephens

Preference~ Spending Christmas together

Police Academy~

Tackleberry having a crush on Mahoney’s little sister

Combat Academy~

Perry Barnett

- NSFW Submissive Perry

Yandere Perry Barnett

Perry Barnett being needy

Jealous Perry Barnett

National Lampoons European Vacation~

Rusty Griswold

Porkys~

Anthony “Meat” Tuperello

Meat having a crush on Peewees sister

Mickey Jarvis

Admit it

Brian Schwartz

Being Tim’s sister and falling in love with Brian

Tim Cavanaugh

Tommy Turner

Major League~

Ricky Vaughn

Twins~

Julius Benedict

Total Recall~

Douglas Quaid

- NSFW

Earth Girls Are Easy~

Mac

Full Metal Jacket~

Private Joker

Private Joker with an artist s/o

Animal Mother

Cowboy and Animal Mother fighting over you

Leonard Lawrence

Sgt. Hartman

- NSFW

Preference~ The boys with an s/o who has an ex that stalks them

Platoon

Elias Grodin

Chris Taylor

Gator Lerner

Dating Elias’ squad

An Orgy with the 25th division

Preference~ The boys as daddy doms

Top Gun

Maverick

- NSFW

Dogfight~

Eddie Birdlace

- NSFW

Clueless~

Elton Tiscia

10 Things I Hate About You~

Joey Donner

- NSFW

Jealous Joey Donner

She’s All That~

Simon having a crush on Laney’s friend

That Thing You Do!

T.B. Player

Senseless

Tim LaFlour

Crybaby~

Wade Walker

So I married an Axe Murderer

Charlie MacKenzie

Scream~

Poly Billy and Stu

Helping Billy and Stu on their murder spree

Billy Loomis

- NSFW

Bringing Billy to a big family Christmas party

Stu Macher

- NSFW

Randy Meeks (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Randy Meeks with an sfx artist s/o

Idle Hands~

Anton Tobias

The Faculty~

Zeke Tyler

- NSFW

The Craft~

Nancy Downs

- NSFW

Sarah Bailey (Not completed yet)

Being a witch and getting close to Sarah 

The Crow~

Eric Draven

Edward Scissorhands~

Edward Scissorhands

Falling in love with Edward

Beetlejuice~

Adam Maitland

Lydia Deetz

The Addams Family~

Pugsley crushing on Wednesday’s ‘relatively normal’ friend

Gomez Addams

Hocus Pocus~

Max Dennison

Thackery Binx

Poly Max and Thackery

Halloweentown

Luke dating a witch

Caspar

Caspar McFadden

Little Shop of Horrors~

Seymour Krelborn

- NSFW

Ghostbusters~

Ray Stantz

- NSFW

Egon Spengler (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Creepshow

~2

Andy Cavenaugh

Forbidden Zone~

The Devil

- NSFW

Legend~

Little Persephone

The Princess Bride~

Inigo Montoya

Labyrinth~

Jareth

Jareth falling in love with you 

Ladyhawke~

Phillipe Gaston (Not completed yet)

Fairytale

The Secret Garden~

Archibald Craven falling in love with you

Something Wild~

Ray Sinclair

Good Will Hunting~

Being apart of the good will hunting gang

Will Hunting (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Will having a crush on you

Comforting and being comforted by Will

Chuckie Sullivan

- NSFW

The Rainmaker~

Being there for Rudy through the trials

The Devils Advocate~

Kevin Lomax

Misery~

Paul Sheldon

Silence of the Lambs~

Clarice Starling

The Fly~

A will they, won’t they relationship with Seth Brundle

An American Werewolf in London~

Jack Goodman

Re-animator~

Herbert West

The Evil Dead~

Ash Williams

Aliens~

Dwayne Hicks with an Android!s/o

Bishop

Candyman~

Daniel Robitaille

Friday the 13th~

Jason Voorhees

Sleepaway Camp~

Ricky Thomas

Children of the Corn~

Malachai Boardman

Carrie 

Carrie White

Jaws~

Being married to Hooper and going to Amity with him

The Thing

R.J. MacReady

The Shining

Jack Torrance

Jurassic Park

Ian Malcolm

The Truman Show

Truman Burbank

Harold and Maude

Harold Chasen

The Godfather~

Young Vito Corleone

Old Vito Corleone

Vito (both versions) with an artist s/o

Michael Corleone (Not completed yet)

Years Gone By

Tom Hagen

Sonny Corleone (Not completed yet)

Sonny with a shy, virgin s/o

Sonny dating his opposite

Goodfellas~

Henry Hill

Tommy Devito (Not completed yet)

Tommy with a chubby artist s/o

L.A. Confidential~

Jack Vincennes

- NSFW

The Untouchables

Eliot Ness

The Green Mile~

Percy Wetmore (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

The Shawshank Redemption~

Andy Dufresne (Not completed yet)

Andy falling in love with you

Tommy Williams

Die Hard

John McClane

Cobra

Marion “Cobra” Cobretti

Rocky

Ludmilla Drago

Taps~

Brian Moreland (Not completed yet)

- NSFW 

Stand and Deliver~

Angel Guzman

- NSFW

My Bodyguard~

Ricky Linderman

Melvin Moody

3 Ninjas~

Samuel “Rocky” Douglas

The Mighty Ducks~

Adam Banks

Being apart of team USA and meeting Charlie and Adam

Dean Portman

- NSFW

Being Fulton's sister and Dating Dean

Dean cheering you up

Fulton Reed

Lester Averman

Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you

Newsies~

Specs

The Rocketeer~

Cliff Secord (Not completed yet)

Cliff having a crush on you

George of the Jungle 

George

Ladybugs~

Matthew

Cats~

The Jellicle cats meeting a human!s/o

Santa Clause

Jack Frost

Gremlins

Being snowed in with Billy

Buffy The Vampire Slayer~

Spike

- NSFW

Spike having a crush on you

Having a bad fight with Spike

Sabrina The Teenage Witch~

Harvey Kinkle

The Stand~

Harold Lauder

Goosebumps~

Sticks

Freddy Renfield

Saved By The Bell~

Zack Morris

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air~

Will Smith

Mork and Mindy~

Mork

Friends

Sandy (Not completed yet)

- NSFW

Freaks and Geeks~

Wishing I Was Her

Kim Kelly dating her polar opposite

[jjtheresidentbaby]

♡ Headcanon Masterlist ♡

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I think my masterlists have been getting crowded so I decided to put all my headcanons here

Stranger Things:

Stranger things characters as Encanto powers 

Steve x little!sister reader headcanons 

Max x Mike friendship headcanons 

Eddie x short little!reader headcanons 

Cg!argyle x little!eddie headcanons 

stranger things classification headcanons 

Rating stranger things relationships 

Steve x Eddie Caregiver Rules headcanons 

Little Mike headcanons 

Caregiver Johnathan headcanons 

Little Steve Harrington headcanons 

Little Eddie Munson headcanons 

Autistic Wheeler Sibling headcanons

Caregiver Nancy Wheeler headcanons 

Little Nancy Wheeler headcanons

Little Lucas Sinclair Headcanons

Caregiver Stancy adopting Little Johnny headcanons

Criminal Minds:

criminal minds classification headcanons 

Little Jj headcanons 

More Little Jj headcanons 

Even More Little Jj headcanons 

Caregiver Penelope headcanons 

Caregiver Alex headcanons 

More Caregiver Alex headcanons 

Little Reid headcanons 

More Little Reid headcanons

Little Jj x Caregiver Emily headcanons

Caregiver Hotchniss x Little Jj headcanons

Little Jj Security Item headcanons

Little Jj workplace headcanons

Little Jj staying home headcanons

Little Jj x Caregiver Em nickname headcanons

Caregiver Jj x Will headcanons

Caregiver Reid headcanons

Flip Emily Prentiss headcanons

Caregiver Luke Alvez headcanons

Little Jj x Caregiver Hotchniss living together headcanons

Little Jj age range with Caregiver Hotchniss headcanons

Caregiver Jj x Will headcanons .2

S.W.A.T:

s.w.a.t classification headcanons 

Caregiver Hondo headcanons 

Caregiver Deacon Kay headcanons 

Comfort Deacon Kay Caregiver headcanons 

Bedtime Routine s.w.a.t Caregiver headcanons 

Jessica Cortez Caregiver headcanons

Marvel:

Caregiver Steve Rogers headcanons

Caregiver (general) Peter Parker headcanons

Caregiver Bruce Banner headcanons

Caregiver Tony Stark headcanons

Little Kate Bishop headcanons

Supernatural:

Caregiver Castiel headcanons

Caregiver Dean & Part Monster Little headcanons

Caregiver Dean & Little Sam headcanons

Caregiver Sam Winchester headcanons

Caregiver Gabriel headcanons

Teen Wolf:

Hale Pack Classification headcanons

McCall Pack Classification headcanons

Puppy Pack Classification headcanons

Caregiver Melissa McCall headcanons

Caregiver Peter Hale headcanons

FNAF:

Little Vanessa x Caregiver Mike headcanons - attached to day 3 moodboard of fictionalagerechallange

Euphoria:

Flip Lexi Howard headcanons

Caregiver Elliot headcanons

School Bus Graveyard:

Little Aiden Clark headcanons

Heartbreak High:

Flip Quinni Gallagher-Jones headcanons

Flip Amerie Wadia headcanons - attached to day 5 moodboard of fictionalagerechallange

Little Spencer ‘Spider’ White headcanons - attached to day 6 moodboard of fictionalagerechallange

Little Ant Vaughn headcanons

Little Harper McLean headcanons

Little Missy Beckett headcanons

Flip Ca$h Piggott headcanons

Little Quinni Gallagher-Jones headcanons

Little Malakai Mitchell headcanons

More Little Quinni Gallagher-Jones headcanons

Little Spencer ‘Spider’ White headcanons [little gear specific]

Ant & Spider Regression Friendship headcanons

Caregiver Malakai Mitchell headcanons

Caregiver Spencer ‘Spider’ White headcanons

Outer Banks:

Little John B headcanons

Little Jj Maybank headcanons [water specific]

The Umbrella Academy:

Little Five Hargreeves headcanons

Little Luther Hargreeves headcanons

Heartstopper:

Flip Nick Nelson headcanons

Miscellaneous:

Little Collin Gray headcanons (jennifers body)

[captainscanadian]

Hope | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 2)

My Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Summary: Confrontations. 

Word Count: 3000+

Pairing: (Eventual) Doctor!Bucky Barnes x Patient!Reader, Rebecca Barnes x OFC Rosie Bender

Warnings: Heartbreak, Bullying, Alcohol 

A/N: This fic was my entry for @wkemeup​‘s 4K Writing Challenge. I DON’T DO TAGLISTS!

Old man Nick had been kind enough to let you borrow his truck so that you could head into town and run some errands, which you had certainly been grateful for. Despite the fact that you used to despise your hometown for the horrible memories it came with, you could not deny that there were some good people here - like Nick Fury, and Thor from the hardware store who had given you a discount on the hammer that you bought from him. 

Running into Rebecca Barnes while you were picking out the paint for your bedroom wall had not been a part of your plan. If you could have had it your way, you would have made yourself invisible the moment you saw her. But as a wise man named Harry Nelson once said, superpowers were unrealistic for a reason and real people must face real consequences in their stories. 

You knew that some people could certainly not be avoided, considering that most people you knew as a kid still remained in Shelbyville. Some people remembered you, some people didn’t, and it was meant to be that way. You hadn’t come back here to reconnect with old friends or make new ones for that matter. Your goal was to finish the book, and home improvement was just a bonus project that you had taken up while you were here. 

Once you finished this novel of yours, you could just head back to your life in LA and figure out what was next for you. Hopefully, if the fourth book is just as successful as it’s three predecessors, you could finally sign off the movie rights to Harry and work together on the adapted screenplay. Friends with benefits or not, you could not deny that the two of you worked very well together as creative partners. 

As for your childhood bedroom, you had taken down the old bulletin board and the outdated posters of the Jonas Brothers from the walls. You found yourself draping the remaining furniture in the drop cloth that you had picked up from the hardware store yesterday. Not that you cared all that much about ruining the old single bed and oakwood desk with all of that paint; you could certainly afford to buy some new furniture for the house once you finished with your little renovation. 

But a part of you was still a sentimental idiot who hoped to cherish the memories of your countless study dates in this room with a certain someone. As much as you hated the thought of him, you could not deny that he was still a significant part of your childhood. Cherish the good memories, but hold a grudge against him for the bad ones. It was not the best way to live, but it was still your way. 

Besides, if Hope Anderson was covering up her furniture when she was painting her house, then so were you. 

“Bucky, I’m really starting to feel like you’re thinking way too much about this.” Rosie called out to her girlfriend’s brother, who was pacing back and forth in his childhood friend’s front lawn. 

Her goal had been to stop by the caterer’s that morning to start figuring out the menu for the high school reunion that she was meant to plan. But when Bucky had asked her to give him a ride to your place on their way back, she found herself parked in front of your house for way longer than she would have wanted. With her windows rolled down, she stared out at her friend in utter disappointment. 

 “You’ve come this far, you idiot. What’s stopping you from going up to her door?” 

“But what if she just slams the door in my face?” 

“Then you fucking deserved it for what you did!” She groaned, clearly growing irritated by the way he had been acting ever since Becca had informed the two of them that she had run into you at the hardware store. 

She knew that he had history with you, but she had never asked to be caught up in it. Not back then, and certainly not now. With the way that Bucky was handling himself to the news of your return, all she could do is hope and pray that things did not escalate when he eventually grows a pair and faces you again.

Bucky stopped in his tracks as he looked over at her. “I know, I fucked up. You don’t have to keep saying what I did, okay? I know what I did and I’m not fucking proud of it.”

“You were an idiot, yes. We’ve been through that.” She pointed out with a shrug of her shoulders. “But it’s been ten years, Bucky. We’re adults now and… maybe she’s moved on. Maybe she would let you in.” Truth be told, she doubted that you would. But she had to say it for the sake of comforting her friend. One more minute of watching him pace back and forth would probably drive her insane. 

He let out a sigh as he walked up to her car and leaned against her car window. “Rosie, I just want to fix things between us. She hasn’t been in town in ten years and… I don’t know if I would ever have the chance to see her again. I want to do the right thing now.” 

“I hate to be the one to say it.” She admitted, sighing. “But did you ever think that… maybe it was what you did that might have been the reason why she never came home?” 

It may have crossed his mind a few times that he was the reason why you left. Not that you had ever been subtle about it either; you made it known. It may have crossed his mind when you had left Shelbyville without a goodbye. It may have crossed his mind when your mother had handed him a cardboard box full of the presents he had given you throughout the years, the ones that you had purposely left behind when you moved out. It may have crossed his mind when he had left you several voicemails throughout that summer, checking up on you as he always did, only for you to change your number before you started college.

But he had been so full of hope that you would return one day, and that he could finally recite the apology that he had been rehearsing since you left town. He hoped that you would hear him out, and forgive him for what he had done. He had hoped that you would come home for Thanksgiving that year, and join him and his sisters in making their famous pumpkin pie together. He had hoped that you would come home for Christmas, and that the two of you could build snowmen in his front lawn and put up the tree as you always did. By the time spring break came around, all of his hope had been lost, and he had realized that you weren’t actually coming back. 

Letting out another sigh, Bucky Barnes shook his head. “Oh what was I thinking?” He scolded himself as he got into the car. “Fuck… I can’t do it. I can’t face her.”

“Bucky, come on… what the fuck is wrong with you?!” 

To think that this guy really had her parked out in front of your house for a whole hour, only for him to chicken out like this!

“Just drop me off at The Tavern, please?” He asked her as he leaned back in his seat. “I could use a drink… or two.” 

“It’s only 2 pm, Dr. Barnes.” She reminded him, her eyebrow raised. 

“Bender, please.” 

Rosie let out a sigh of defeat as she started her car. “Oh who am I kidding? Dealing with your stupid ass has really got me needing a drink before 5 pm anyways.” 

You might have stocked your fridge with enough food to last you for the next two weeks, but the lack of alcohol at the house was reason enough for you to step out that evening. Leaving the bright pink paint on the walls of your childhood bedroom to dry, you found yourself hopping back in Nick’s truck and driving towards The Tavern. 

Being back in Shelbyville, Indiana still felt quite surreal to you. There was a certain sense of familiarity that came with being back in your hometown. The house was the same. The neighborhood was the same. The feeling of being home was just the same. 

But you could not deny that things were different too. The city had changed to keep up with the time that had flown by, and the lack of your mother’s presence at the house just didn't feel right. You missed her so much now. Perhaps a part of you would always regret leaving her all alone. But you did fly her out to LA for the holidays and spent as much time with her while she was still alive. All you could do is be grateful for the time that you got to spend with her, even if you hadn’t visited home as much as she would have wanted you to. 

Hope Anderson’s grief was no different from yours, which was probably why her attempt at drinking away her regrets had been crashed by a certain Jason Prescott - her childhood best friend, her first love, her first heartbreak, and her mother’s doctor who had been burdened with giving her the news that her mother was dying. 

Her love for him was the reason why she had broken up with Reid Melendez back in college. The pain that he had caused her was the reason why she realized that the pain that Ethan Sharpe had caused her was nothing in comparison. Even Jake Winston knew that he would never be able to have a place in her heart as her first love. 

As it turns out, having to spend many nights by her dying mother’s bedside had forced her to spend much more time with her former best friend than she had intended. It had allowed her to come to terms with the pain that she had buried deep. It had only been a matter of time before she realized how much she missed her best friend, and she never dared to push him away after that. 

Unbeknownst to you, your story and Hope’s story were much more entwined than you could have ever imagined. Not that you had been expecting to run into James Buchanan Barnes of all people when you entered The Tavern. But the sight of a grown man spitting out his whiskey upon your entrance sure made heads turn. 

You felt your heart pattering against your chest as you came face to face with him, and you could not deny that the years had been kind to him. His chubby cheeks had hollowed and his crooked teeth now straightened; while his hair had grown slightly in length, his bright blue eyes were just the same. 

He looked a decade older, and wiser with age, you hoped. The Bucky Barnes you knew was a seventeen year old bully, who had cared more about being a part of Brock Rumlow’s inner circle than your friendship. But was he still an absolute dickhead? You had no clue. 

You blinked for a moment, wondering if this unfamiliar image of him would fade and be replaced with the plump fifteen year old boy whom you knew as a kid. As though the last ten years had never passed and that your friendship had stood frozen in time. 

As much as you would hate to admit it, you missed him. You missed the guy who had been your best friend. You missed the guy who walked into your home every morning with a cheeky ‘honey, I’m home’ and helped himself to your mother’s famous pancakes while you got dressed. You missed the guy who walked to school with you, skipping through the cracks on the sidewalk and holding each other for balance. You missed the guy who always packed an extra lunch whenever his mother made him these salted caramel spread sandwiches, just because they were your favourite. You missed the guy he used to be, before he had ditched you and began hanging out to Brock Rumlow. 

A part of you wanted to turn away and leave the bar, while another part of you had urged you to step over to his booth and greet him. You could not avoid confronting the past for much longer. A decade has passed, so you might as well put an end to it. 

If not, you were pretty sure that Hope Anderson herself would call you a hypocrite for making her face her past while you walked away from yours. As fictional as she was, you respected her perception of you too much to do anything that she would not approve of. 

Bucky Barnes found himself trembling as he struggled to find the right words to describe how beautiful you looked. You looked a decade older than he remembered, no doubt about that. The way you dressed, it looked rather expensive. A designer peacoat straight out of the movies, and red-bottom heels that seemed way too inappropriate for this cold weather. He could not help but wonder if you were the same Y/N he knew back in high school, even though you did not look the same. 

You looked around The Tavern, greeting a few familiar faces with a smile that seemed rather forced. Not that being a New York Times Best-selling author meant that you got recognized every now and then, but these people seemed to know your mother more than they knew you, and the people of Shelbyville certainly took pride in one of their own making a name for herself in the world of literature. 

As much as Bucky wished to rise from his seat and dash out of The Tavern instead of facing you, he probably had his sister and her girlfriend  to thank for grabbing onto his wrists so that he wouldn’t try to leave. “Becca!” He whined as he looked over at her, his lips curling into a pout. 

“Oh fuck off, James!” She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her beer. “For how long do you think you are going to avoid her when she’s finally back in town for God knows how long?” 

“Come on, Buck.” Rosie gave him a rather stern look, her hand clutched around her beer as she watched you heading towards the bar. “Whether you like it or not, she’s here and I’m pretty sure she just saw that you’re here too. Just get over yourself and talk to her like the grown ass man you are. You’re not seventeen anymore.”

“What if she doesn’t want to talk to me? What if she just throws her drink at me?”

“As I said earlier, then you probably fucking deserve it!”

“I swear to fucking God…” Becca shook her head at her brother. “Just go and fucking talk to her, you idiot!” 

You wanted to avoid making eye contact with him, but you could not help but feel his eyes on you from the moment you had even set foot into this bar. You knew that he was staring at you as though he had seen a ghost, which you probably were, considering your past. But you did not want to return your gaze, for you knew that staring into his eyes for a moment too long would only dig up the emotions you had buried long ago. 

Stalling the confrontation that you knew would come inevitably, you decided that you needed some alcohol in your system in order to prepare for the emotions that would resurface in a matter of time. You watched as the lemon twist swirled around in your drink, and the condensation trickling down the cold glass. 

Looking back at the years when you had been so madly in love with Bucky, you could not deny how stupid you had been back then. Seventeen years old and fucking hormonal, all you had cared for back then was some validation - the ‘I love you too’s and the ‘you’re beautiful’s that girls your age had been desperate to hear from a stupid teenage boy. 

Falling in love with Bucky Barnes had been your biggest regret, not because he had humiliated you when he had found out about your feelings. It was because you had realized that you had been proven wrong about your perception of who he was. You had loved him because you had believed that he would treat you how every girl your age would have dreamt to be treated, only to realize that he was the complete opposite. You were ashamed of your judgement, and that made you fear having to confront him more than anything. You were not willing to admit that you had been wrong about him, even though he was the one who hand treated you wrongly. 

“I’m dreaming, right? I must be.” 

His unfamiliar voice sounded more manly and hoarse, a lot deeper than you remembered. He wasn’t seventeen anymore. But there was still a certain sense of familiarity to it; it was still his voice and you somehow knew that with the way he spoke. 

You took a sip of your drink, taking a moment too long to respond. Your heart continued to pound against your chest as you found yourself turning your head to look at him, finally taking in his sapphire-like eyes; they felt like coming home. 

“You’re full of shit, Barnes.” You remarked, rather coldly. “I know that your sister would have told you that I was back in town.” 

As you said that, you tilted your head to give the younger Barnes a wave. You had nothing against her. 

“I guess I was just not expecting to run into you like this.”

“That makes two of us.” You shrugged, setting down your glass. 

“It’s good to see you though.” 

“Can’t say the same…” 

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

It Takes A Small Village (Steve Rogers x Reader) [Coming Soon]

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader

Mentioned Pairing(s): Frank Castle x Karen Page, Pepper Potts x Tony Stark, Peter Parker x OFC, Darcy Lewis x Foggy Nelson, Matt Murdock x Claire Temple, Phil Coulson x Melinda May, Wade Wilson x Venessa, Luke Cage x Jessica Jones

Rating: M

Warnings: Teen Pregnancy (Both Past and Present), swearing, PTSD, alcohol usage, heavy caffeine consumption, angst, and fluff. More to be added.

Synopsis:

Y/N (half-sister of Clint Barton) volunteers at a Stark Veterans Foundation Clinic and Hospital, alongside her cousin Pepper Stark-Potts and a couple of her friends. While there she runs into her ex-boyfriend Steve Rogers, that feels like a lifetime ago when really it's only been 16 years. A lot can change in 16 years. Now she's offering her help to get Steve readjusted to civilian life now he’s no longer fighting the war on terrorism. The thing is she has some major news and she's not sure how Steve will manage.

Based somewhat on the show The Village.

“Steve?”

“Y/N, is that you?”

“Wow, when did you get back?”

---

“Look, Steve, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

---

“Mum.”

“Tink.”

“I’m pregnant.”

---

“How did you know you were going to keep me and not abort me or give me up?”

“It’s a long story, Katie and this is a decision you are going to have to make on your own, I can't make it for you.”

---

“Steve she doesn't know and I may have told her you were a mistake because I was a little hurt or perhaps a little perplexed on how you could just leave me behind like I didn't matter.”

“Y/N, you know that not what it was! My mom had died, and Bucky was going to be shipping out so I signed up to, it had always been me and Bucky. You're the one who didn't tell me!”

“Are you saying if I had called you or wrote you saying, hey Steve guess what, I’ve had to put off going to college this fall because you got me pregnant! Come home! Would you, have given up this fight?”

Masterlist:

Playlist and Aesthetics:

1A – Wanda Maximoff

2B – Frank Castle, Karen Page & Amy

1C – Logan James Howlett & Laura Kinney-Howlett

1D – Matt Murdock & Claire Temple

2A – Darcy Lewis & Franklin "Foggy" Nelson

2B – Jessica Jones & Luke Cage

2C – Captain Carol Danvers

2D – May & Peter Parker

3A – Colonel James Rhodes “Rhodey”

3B – Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne-Lang, & Cassie Lang

3C – Colonel "Grandpa Nick" Fury

3D – Coulson-May Residents

4A – Clint Barton & Natasha Romanoff

4B - Vacant

4C – Wade Wilson & Venessa

4D – Anne Weying & Eddie Brock

5A – Y/N "Rey" Reyna & Katie O'Conner

5B – Detective Maria Hill

5C – Dr. Bruce Banner

5D – Lorna Dane-Maximoff & Pietro Maximoff

Stark Family - Tony, Pepper & Morgan Jamie Stark

Sam Wilson

Riley Beckett

Sargent James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes

Captain Steven "Steve" Grant Rodgers

Taglist: (Open)

[kjs-s]

Masterlist

Home sweet home Pairing   Wanda Maximoff x female reader

Unbreak my heart Pairing   Steve Rogers x reader

What makes a hero Pairing   Steve Rogers x reader

A surprise visitor Pairing   Frank Castle x reader

Puppy love Pairing Pietro Maximoff x reader

Venting partner Pairing Clint Barton x reader

Car chase Pairing Steve Rogers x reader

In the dark Pairing Sam Wilson x reader

Frozen date Pairing Wanda Maximoff x reader

New Rules Pairing Pietro Maximoff x reader

Sweet offerings Pairing Steve Rogers x reader

Hidden truth Part 1/3 Pietro Maximoff x reader

When the darkness comes Pairing Pietro Maximoff x reader

Marriage Type Love Pairing Steve Rogers x reader

Search in the night Pairing Frank Adler x reader

The dangers of movie night Pairing Peter Parker and sister reader

Trickshot Clint Barton x sister/reader

Harmonious partnership Pairing Sam Wilson x reader

The bet Bucky x Reader

Bad start turned around Pairing Spencer Reid x reader

Issues Pairing Lance Tucker x reader

Chasing Cars Jefferson(ouat) x reader

The break-in Sam Wilson x reader

Family resemblance Part 1/5 Pairing Bucky Barnes x reader

Platonic relationship - kjs_s - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Stake out - Wanda Maximoff and reader

Emotional Confessions -Frederick Chilton/reader

Fairy tale fic for Anna

Fairy tale fic for Julia

Bucky Barnes x Reader Prompts: You scared me. I’m just glad that you’re happy.

UNLIKELY ALLIANCES Pairing Foggy Nelson x OC platonic My second marvel O.C.

Supportive friend - Clint Barton and trans reader

Fangirling- Darcy Lewis and Peter Parker

German lessons- Young Remus Lupin/ reader

First meeting(Frederick Chilton x reader) and Part 2

Day off -Mike dodds imagine for Katie

Barisi fic for Logan

Halloween prompt for Abby (Mike Dodds imagine)

Nick Amaro fic for Elijia

Sonnyvictimsunit’s picture prompt.

’’You’ve Got a Friend in me’’ sonnyvictimsunit’s prompt

Nick Amaro fic for Katie- http://sergeantdodds.tumblr.com/post/147855115271/hi-katie-i-remembered-that-i-had-mentioned-writing

Christmas prompt:“What do you mean you ate all the cookies!” Bycky Barnes fic for Immy-http://kjs-s.tumblr.com/post/135737315865/vividimagines-you-asked-for-christmas-things-so

THE CONSULTANT-multi part Loki fic-http://imagine-loki.tumblr.com/post/130834773379/titlethe-consultant-chapter-epilogue-previous

[ruthfeiertag]

Re-Run from 2016 “To the Letter”

The following is a post I wrote back in early 2016 — a simpler, happier time — for the Month of Letters blog. While we have left Valentine's Day 2020 behind us already, I'm re-posting this piece, in part because it's amusing and, in part, because I am concerned about the U.S. Postal Service and want to remind us all how desperately important letters can be. I hope it makes you smile.

(Also, Happy May the Fourth) 

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14 February, 2016 St. Valentine’s Day

My dear Ms. Bradford,

Greetings and enthusiastic wishes for a Valentine’s Day alight with loads of loving letters! I write you today not only to send greetings, but also to thank you for giving me the singular honour of writing the Valentine’s Day post — and to tell you with immense regret that I can’t possibly write such a piece.

Allow me to explain. You asked that I focus on the love-letter sections of the book I have been reading, To the Letter: A Celebration of the Lost Art of Letter Writing by Simon Garfield.* If only you had asked me for a general review of the book! In that case, I could have extolled its wit and the wide range of historical examples it provides. I would have offered up moving passages, such as the one in the introductory chapter, “The Magic of Letters,” in which Mr. Garfield writes eloquently about what we are in danger of losing:

Letters have the power to grant us a larger life. They reveal motivation and deepen understanding. They are evidential. They change lives, and they rewire history. The world used to run upon their transmission — the lubricant of human interaction and the freefall [sic] of ideas, the silent conduit of the worthy and the incidental, the time we were coming for dinner, the account of our marvelous day, the weightiest joys and sorrows of love. It must have seemed impossible that their worth would ever be taken for granted or swept aside. A world without letters would surely be a world without oxygen (p. 19),

and provided instances of the author’s humour, such as when, in an aside to his discussion of Seneca’s instructional correspondence, he gently pokes fun at academics who study epistolary matters. In this note, Mr. Garfield informs us that

Seneca’s letters were longer than the norm, ranging from 149 to 4,134 words, with an average of 955, or some 10 papyrus sheets joined on a roll. Philological scholars with time on their hands have calculated that a sheet of papyrus of approximately 9 x 11 inches contained an average of 87 words, and that a letter rarely exceeded 200 words (note, p. 55),

an observation that betrays the author’s own interest in such minutiae. He also spares not the Fathers of the Church. He points out that during the millennium when “Literacy was not encouraged among the populace” (p. 81), letter-writing declined and “theological letters are all we have.” Mr. Garfield finds these letters uninspiring and cautions his readers that we “may prefer death to the lingering torture of reading them” (p. 82).

I shall say nothing at all about Mr. Garfield’s three chapters reviewing historical advice on “How to Write the Perfect Letter,” about the heated debates regarding whether letters should mimic informal conversations, about the importance of addressing recipients as befits their stations, about where to place one’s signature, nor about how leaving wide margins was a sign of wealth and status. Epistolary silence shall envelope the fascinating descriptions of the evolution of the modern postal system; not a word will there be from my pen about the incredible fact that postage used to be paid not by the sender of a letter but by the person to whom it was addressed, nor shall I mention anything about the invention of the postage stamp, despite Mr. Garfield’s engaging description of its conception.**

But love letters! You must see how this will never do. Love letters can leave us open to terrible embarrassment. Mr. Garfield acknowledges that

Love letters catch us at a time in our lives where our marrow is jelly; but we toughen up, our souls harden, and we reread them years later with a mixture of disbelief and cringing horror, and — worst of all — level judgement. The American journalist Mignon McLaughlin had it right in 1966: ‘If you must re-read old love letters,’ she wrote in The Second Neurotics Notebook, ‘better pick a room without mirrors.’ (p. 336)

Reading the love letters of others can be almost as cheek-reddening as reading our own. Shall we really subject our LetterMo companions to such blushing?

Moreover, we all know the power of a love letter. Think how we are charmed when Hamlet, that most articulate of Shakespeare’s creations, writes awkwardly to Ophelia:

'Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. 'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee best, O most best, believe

Adieu.

'Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, HAMLET.' (Hamlet, II. ii. 1212-20***)

And never let us forget that it is a letter, and not even an intentional love letter, but merely a letter of explanation, that finally wins Mr. Darcy the heart of Elizabeth Bennet. Do we wish to tempt our friends to deploy such power wantonly and without discretion? ****

But these are fictional examples, created strictly for our amusement or even for our edification. I really don't know whether we should intrude upon the privacy of people who actually lived — though Mr. Garfield patently feels no such compunction. He shamelessly lays out for us not only the ecstatic feelings of historical couples, he even brings up — and we’re both adults, so I’m just going to write the word straight out — SEX. I fancy you don’t believe me. Permit me, for veracity’s sake, to share some examples.

If you were to glance at page seventy-three, you would find Mr. Garfield’s account of

The letters between Marcus Aurelius and Fronto [which] track the rise and fall of a courtship from about ad 139, when Aurelius was in his late teens and his teacher in his late thirties, until about ad 148. The heart of their correspondence is ablaze with passion. ‘I am dying so for love of you,’ Aurelius writes, eliciting the response from his tutor, ‘You have made me dazed and thunderstruck by your burning love.’

All I will say is that, with all the conjugating the Romans had to learn, it’s a wonder there was time for such extra-curricular activity.

Mr. Garfield follows this Latin love affair with the tragic, even more explicit tale of Heloise and Abelard, those misfortunate, twelfth-century lovers. Theirs is another pupil-pedant passion, and Abelard writes that

‘With our lessons as our pretext we abandoned ourselves entirely to love.’ There followed ‘more kissing than teaching’ and hands that ‘strayed oftener to her bosom than the pages’ (p. 76).

The story culminates in pregnancy, a secret marriage, Abelard’s castration by Heloise’s relatives, and the retreat of both lovers into monastic life. Heloise’s love and desire for her husband remain unabated; during Mass, ‘“lewd visions of the pleasures we shared take such a hold upon my unhappy soul that my thoughts are on their wantonness instead of on my own prayers”’ (p. 78).

In a later chapter, Mr. Garfield treats us to a discussion of the romance of Napoleon and Josephine, and compares the market worth of their letters to the arguably more valuable missives of Admiral Lord Nelson. “In letters,” our author confides, “as everywhere else, sex sells: the Nelson [letter] went for Ł66,000, a fair sum but less than a quarter of a Bonaparte” (p. 192). Mr. Garfield puts before us the affaire de cœr of Emily Dickinson and her sister-in-law, Susan Gilbert. He quotes ‘a letter which echoed the steamy transactions of Abelard and Heloise …: “When [the pastor] said Our Heavenly Father,” I said “Oh Darling Sue”; when he read the 100th Psalm, I kept saying your precious letter all over to myself, and Susie, when they sang … I made up words and kept singing how I loved you”’ (p. 248). **** In another letter, Dickinson breathlessly confides to Gilbert that if they were together, “we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language” (p. 248).

To be sure, there are genuinely moving examples of great love to be found in the book. We are reminded that passionate romances need not be defined by tragedy. Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett fell in love through their letters, and their correspondence describes a “swift 20-month crescendo from endearing fandom to all-consuming craving” (p. 345). The two poets eloped and lived happily for the duration of their marriage. Browning was “the man who swept her [Barrett] away and liberated her passion” (p. 347) — and married her.

While the concerns of the famous hold a particular fascination for the masses — as Shakespeare writes, “What great ones do the less will prattle of”****** — the most touching and poignant letters are those of Chris Barker and Bessie Moore. Mr. Barker was a British signalman during the Second World War, Miss Moore an acquaintance from Mr. Barker’s time working in the Post Office. When they began to write, Ms. Moore was involved with someone named Nick, but three months into their correspondence Ms. Moore has shed Nick and is trying to persuade Mr. Barker that they are friends, and not mere acquaintances. She succeeds admirably, and soon Mr. Barker is assuring her of his interest in having “fun at a later date” while warning her “not to let me break your heart in 1946 or 47” (p. 145), and stoking her interest by wondering what she’s like “in the soft, warm, yielding, panting flesh” (p. 147). But before long Miss Moore’s unwavering admiration and epistolary dedication have complicated Mr. Barker’s desire and he is writing “I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU” (p. 202).

Miss Moore waits for her signalman throughout the war and his time as a POW. In the epilogue, we learn that they were married in October 1945 and had two sons. It is to the elder, Bernard, that we owe thanks for the preservation of their letters. The younger Mr. Barker says of his parents that “Their love for each other was so complete, always, that it was difficult for my brother and I in childhood and adolescence to relate to each of them as a single person” (p. 425). In the last letter of the war, Mr. Barker writes his by-now wife, “I can never be as good as you deserve, but I really will try very hard … We shall be collaborators, man and woman, husband and wife, lovers” (p. 426). The Barkers’ letters cannot be read without becoming involved in their growing affection and in the history Mr. Barker includes in his letters to the steadfast woman who would become his partner. The letters are tender and grateful and passionate, and we learn a great deal from them about Mr. Barker’s experiences as a signalman, about how to lay the foundation for a lasting, loving relationship, and about how thoroughly Victorian sexual mores had been trampled into the dust.

I cannot but think that you are as shocked as I am. You have not read the book and are innocent regarding its contents. I am sure, in my heart of hearts, that you didn’t understand what you were asking me to do. But I am equally sure, Ms. Bradford, that you agree these matters ought not be laid out before the Month of Letters community, that none of our letter-writers could ever have the slightest interest in reading about affairs of the heart (and of the body) of other people. Our reputation as an Internet society devoted to promoting the respectable art of epistolary composition would suffer dreadfully, and neither of us wants to be complicit in bring such a judgement to pass.

I do hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me for letting you down so. To make up for the lack of a post, I offer you a poem to run in its place instead, one more suitable for our impeccable epistolary society, to run in place of the piece I should have given you:

But For Lust Ruth Pitter

But for lust we could be friends, On each other’s necks could weep: In each other’s arms could sleep In the calm the cradle lends:

Lends awhile, and takes away. But for hunger, but for fear, Calm could be our day and year From the yellow to the grey:

From the gold to the grey hair, But for passion we could rest, But for passion we could feast On compassion everywhere.

Even in this night I know By the awful living dead, By this craving tear I shed, Somewhere, somewhere it is so.

I trust you understand my reasons for writing you this letter and do assure you that I remain

Your honoured and admiring epistolary confederate,

Ruth E. Feiertag

* Gotham Books, Penguin Group, 2014

** Those familiar with Terry Pritchett’s Going Postal will already have an inkling of the early history of stamps.

*** Open source Shakespeare, [http://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/search/search-results.php], accessed 3 February 2016).

****Garfield irresponsibly provides no advice for the proper composition of a love letter. For that we must look to John Beguine of The Atlantic. His article, “A Modern Guide to the Love Letter,” reminds us to choose “100 percent cotton paper,” that may “suggest to your beloved those other cotton sheets you hope to share.” He also cautions us not to “succumb to the temptation to employ your own personal stationery imprinted with your name and address. Such handsome lettering makes identification appallingly easy for your lover’s attorney.” Beguine covers other topics such as Ink, Elegance (“Elegance prompts wit rather than comedy, sentiment rather than sentimentality” and “Long-winded elegance is oxymoronic. So length does matter, but in writing, less is more”), Salutation, Body (“even if you have a knack for them, no pornographic drawings”), Metaphors, Grammar, Complimentary Close, Signature (“If you can’t bring yourself to close without a signature, limit yourself to your first initial. And try to be illegible here. There’s no reason to make the job easier for a lawyer someday [sic]”), Delivery (“bribe whomever you must to have the letter placed directly upon the beloved’s pillow”), and Accepting an Answer. ([http://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2015/02/a-modern-guide-to-the-love-letter/385370/])

***** One might also ponder Dickinson’s 1722 poem, “Her face was in a bed of hair”:

Her face was in a bed of hair, Like flowers in a plot — Her hand was whiter than the sperm That feeds the sacred light.

Her tongue more tender than the tune That totters in the leaves — Who hears may be incredulous, Who witnesses, believes.

****** Twelfth Night, I. I. 33. [http://www.shakespeare-online.com/plays/twn_1_2.html]

[bunnysnuff]

Being nick Nelson’s sisters would include.

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Sister!reader.

Trigger warnings: none.

Protective Brother: Nick would always have your back, whether it’s standing up for you at school or offering advice about relationships. You’d feel safe knowing he’s always in your corner.

Cheerful Energy: Nick’s easygoing, cheerful nature would mean your home would often be filled with laughter and good vibes. He’s the kind of brother who tries to keep everyone happy, even during tough times.

Close Family Bonds: Nick would prioritize family, making time to check in with you, ensuring you’re okay, and sharing moments that strengthen your bond. He’s a family man at heart.

Sporty Lifestyle: Expect weekends filled with sports activities. Whether it’s football matches or casual games in the garden, Nick’s love for sports would definitely influence your childhood.

Emotional Support: Nick is emotionally intelligent, so he’d notice when something’s bothering you and offer a listening ear. He’d always encourage you to talk about your feelings, just like he’s learned to do with his friends.

Loyalty and Encouragement: Nick’s loyalty would extend to everything you do. Whether you’re succeeding at school, pursuing a passion, or facing challenges, he’d be your biggest cheerleader, encouraging you to be your best self.

Sharing Moments with Charlie: As Nick’s sister, you’d likely get to know Charlie, his boyfriend, really well. Their relationship would serve as a positive example of love and acceptance, and you’d probably share some heartfelt moments with both of them.

Inclusive Environment: With Nick as your brother, your family would likely foster an open, accepting environment. You’d grow up understanding the importance of empathy, kindness, and inclusivity.

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x teen!reader / / x gn!reader / x platonic!reader / x sibling!reader / romantic!reader / ftm!reader / mtf!reader

I don’t own Heartstopper or any of the characters in Marvel , I only own the imagines that I have created in tumblr or wattpad.

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Oder Brother Saves the Day ** - you and your best friend had a falling out and Nick is there to comfort you - Nick Nelson x sister!reader

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Dating Nick Nelson would include - what it would be like to date Nick Nelson - Nick Nelson x Male!reader

Dating Charlie Spring would include - what it would be like to date Charlie Spring - Charlie Spring x Male!reader

Dating Tao Xu would include - what it would be like to date Tao Xu - Tao Xu x reader

Dating Imogen Heaney would Include - what it would be like to date Imogen Heaney - Imogen Heaney x trans male reader

Being Charlie Spring’s sibling would include - what it would be like to be Charlie’s sibling - Charlie Spring x sibling!reader

[trumpkinhotboy]

Lean on me

Pairing: Twin Brother!Nick Nelson x Twin sister!Reader

Type: Request (thank you so much!!)

Genre: Angst that ends with a lot of fluff

Warnings: Sexual Assault situation. Although the details aren't of extreme nature, it can still be a hard thing to read for some people, so be careful <33

Rating: 13+ (because of SA)

Word count: ~ 4600

Requests: Open! For Heartstopper, twilight wolfpack, chronicles of narnia and harry potter

A/n: I was really inspired for this fic and it took me quite some time to write it. I hope you will enjoy protective brother nick nelson and the fluff with the Paris gang as much as I do. If you have any requests feel free to message me !!

A/n pt.2: Please don't come for me for my summary, I fucking hate writing those xoxo

*gif is not mine!!

Summary: The reader goes to a party without her twin brother, Nick. Through different circonstances, she ends up dancing with someone who might have not rightfully earned her trust. The situation quickly escalates to horrible heights. She will have no other choice, but to learn how to defend herself, and how to lean on the people who matters for her.

Your heart is racing, your eyes are burning, and silent tears stream down your face. You rest on the threshold of the door you've just exited from. You can't grasp and even begin to process what just happened. You look up, hearing your name being called from afar. It feels like you're in a different dimension. Everywhere you look, reality seems distorted by some filter. Finally, you focus on your mother's face. She's sitting in her little car, window down, waving at you. Automatically, your body starts walking toward the car, but mentally you are elsewhere. In a dark corridor up in this horrible mansion. Trapped.

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Your heart beats in a thumping rhythm as you cross the threshold of the mansion. Music is blasting out at an alarmingly loud volume with the place already packed. 

You try to calm your breathing and to remember you were invited and belong here as much as anybody else. The few people you cross paths with wave at you. You smile back, trying to look confident and relaxed. The image of collected cool. 

Even though there's actually a weight dropping in your stomach. 

You are, after all, Nick Nelson's twin sister. He has a certain 'popular kid' reputation that was mostly passed on to you by association. You are both known for being nice and popular kids. Although you definitely are more lowkey than your 'rugby king' brother. So, even if you aren't sure these people are your crowd, you couldn't refuse when you had been invited to some guy's end-of-exams party. 

It wasn't rare for you to be invited to events like this. Although, it was one of the few times your brother didn't join you. Ever since he started dating Charlie and got closer with the Paris gang, you could see less and less of him at these kinds of gatherings. That's why tonight, instead of being here with you, drinking lukewarm punch and listening to questionable music as some alcoholized teens were being unleashed in a mansion worth ten times your house, he was hanging out at home with his friends. You would much rather be with them, but they were Nick's friends, and even though they were nice to you, you always felt like the annoying sister trying to tag along in her brother's friend group.

That's why even when 95% of you wanted to turn back around and escape that terrible party, you took a deep breath in and let yourself be swallowed by the crowd of people.

10:15pm. You had been here for an hour, and it did not get better. The cup of punch in your hands was sticky and smelled incredibly weird. No doubt because someone had dumped in a bunch of mixed liquors. Your friends were all hanging around. Either dancing or flirting with some questionable-behaving young men. You couldn't help but look at your phone about a thousand times in the last twenty minutes. You thought about calling your mother. You knew she'd come to fetch you, but then what? You'd go back home? Seeing Nick and all of his friends having a jolly old time while you had failed to have a good night on your own? No, thank you.

You loved Nick to death, but sometimes, seeing how liked he was proved to be incredibly difficult for you. You always felt like an impostor. He dared to be himself, and people liked him anyway. You weren't so sure you'd be met with the same welcome if you dared step away from the facade you had carefully built all these years. 

Maybe that's why you accepted to dance with someone you didn't even know. You did see each other around a few times but never actually spoke. He seemed nice enough, so when he reached out a hand and offered you to dance, you drank a sip of your horrible drink and joined him on the crowded dancefloor without question.

He was entertaining and invented goofy dance moves to make you laugh, but all the while, something felt off. You felt like you were being watched. Sometimes, you'd see his gaze over you as if he was looking at someone else. Each time you'd try to look in that direction to see who he might be looking at, he'd find some clever way to focus your attention elsewhere. After a few songs, you were both out of breath, sweaty, and hoping for a break. You were about to invent a creative excuse to get away when he offered to get some water. You hesitated, trying to look around for a friend, but none were in sight. 

"Come on, we'll get some water and air if you want to. I know a spot." His expression was kind and seemed genuine. That's why, again, you followed him even though some small part of you screamed that you shouldn't.

The feeling in your gut turned queasy as he led you through dark corridors. The once kind smile that graced his features seemed to turn smug as you headed deeper into the house. You finally reached a little room far away from the agitated crowd. He opened the door, inviting you inside. "Are you coming?"

Your feet were rooted to the ground, the feeling in your stomach spreading to your entire body. This felt wrong. 

"Uhm, no. I think my mom will be here soon. I should go." You took a step backward, trying to put some distance between the two of you. Trying to calm the instinct that screamed at you to run.

"Oh, come on. Don't you want a glass of water?" 

You only stared at him, not daring to respond, too scared to fall into this trap he layed in front of you. You knew water would not be involved if you entered that room, and he seemed to get that too, "We had fun, didn't we?" the change in his tone made shivers creep up your arms. Gone was his facade of the innocent boy. He now looked like a snake trying to lure in his prey.

"Yeah, but now it's time for me to go. Thanks." 

He stepped towards you, making you fully back into the wall. "Please stay. It's my party, you know. The least you could do is stay a little longer with me."

You looked around, noticing his arms had crept on the wall on either side of you. 

"Please get your arms off," you demanded. You tried to make your voice sound assured but failed to hide the quiver in it. He noticed it, and the glim of rotten confidence in his eyes shone brighter. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

He trailed one finger up your arm, your stomach tying in knots at the touch. "You know, I've seen you around a lot. You're Nick Nelson's sister. People talk about you. They say you're stuck up. You've never had a boyfriend or anything, am I right? I like girls like that, so nice, so pure."

You almost threw up on him, the allusions making you feel nauseous. You couldn't, and wouldn't, hide the disgust filling your eyes. You looked around, hoping to see someone turn up. Praying for someone to come, but it seemed you were out of luck as the corridor stayed empty.

His hand went up in your hair, and you held your breath. Terror like you had never felt before paralyzed your body. "The guys bet you wouldn't get with me, but I think we have potential together. Am I right? We could head in that little room together and see what happens." 

You felt the hand on your waist slowly slide down your hip, tugging you closer. 

"Get off of me!" you exploded as you pushed him back as hard as you could. He hit the door behind him quite hard, the doorknob digging in his back. You made a headstart to get away, but before you could get further, his hand grabbed your wrist, tightening his grip until he had you wincing in pain.

He gritted his teeth, ambers of rage dancing in his eyes. "Oh, come on, don't be like this. Stay here with me, and we'll have fun." He pulled you backward by the collar of your shirt, and you heard the fabric rip with a distinct sound. He pressed you tight on his chest. You could feel every part of him pushing hard against your back. He gripped your hips while his other hand fumbled with your chest. His foul mouth on your neck. 

Refusing to give up, you gathered all the self-defense knowledge you had and stepped on his foot as hard as you could, hitting him with your elbow in the stomach at the same time. You put all your strength in the blow as if you were trying to pierce him through. You knew you cut the air from his body with the sound he made. His arms loosened up for a second, and this time, when you started running in the opposite direction, nothing stopped you. 

Running as fast as you could, you looked back for a second. Unable to resist the reflex to confirm you weren't being followed. Whipping your head to the front, you couldn't dodge when someone suddenly exited a door on the side. You crushed into them with blunt strength, almost sending you two toppling down. 

"Oi! Watch where you're going- Oh, Y/n. Are you okay?" 

The voice sounded incredibly familiar, and your gaze focused for a second. Sai, one of Nick's good mates, was staring at you, worry digging down the corners of his mouth. 

"Uhm, I- I'm sorry. I have to go." You couldn't stop and risk getting caught again, so you started running, leaving Sai looking at your disappearing form.

You fled outside, already texting your mother. You hid until you saw the familiar form of the family car. Sprinting towards it, you climbed in as fast as you could. 

"Well, someone's in a hurry to come home." chuckled your mother as she headed towards the exit. "The party wasn't fun?"

Forehead resting on the cold window, you couldn't say a word. If you were honest, you could barely register what your mother said. All you could feel was his hands on you. His lips on your neck. The phantom sensations gave you the horrible feeling that he was still grabbing you. That you were still trapped up there. 

Your mother's touch on your arm brought you back to reality. "Are you okay, darling?" Even the soft touch on your arm was enough to make you shudder. "Y/n, did something happen?"

Your gaze connected with hers for a split second, but you willed the fear in your eyes to disappear. To go back to a dissociated gaze. Allowing nothing to show.

"I don't want to talk about it now," you mumbled while covering the tear in your shirt with your hoodie. You needed to comprehend what had happened before you could say something. Even if you wanted to, the words were stuck in your throat.

Your mother stayed silent for the rest of the ride, although you could feel her gaze on you a few times. You felt like she'd say something until she faced the road again without adding a word. 

When you finally pulled into the driveway, you made for the door. You wanted nothing else but to disappear into your room. Your escape was halted when your mom grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You winced at the pain it inflicted and the reminder it brought. The look in your eyes was one of undiluted terror.

Her face turned white as a ghost's. "Y/n, I will give you your space for now, but I want you to know and understand that we will discuss this."

Your house was filled with music and happy voices. You could hear through cotton-filled ears someone call your name but didn't stop. When you slipped into your room, you stood in the dark and looked at your wrist. The red mark on it was already turning to a soft purple. A whimper escaped your mouth as you sunk to the floor.

You cried and cried and cried. The adrenaline had left your body, and the walls you had built around you to survive had been torn down. With a hand on your mouth, you tried to maintain your sobs to a minimum volume. 

What the actual fuck was all you could manage to think. 

Catching a glance of yourself in the mirror hanging on your wall, a wave of disgust ravaged you. In the darkness, like glow-in-the-dark marks, you could see the print of his hands on you, the sloppy marks he left on your neck. You felt disgusting. You needed to wash this off now. 

You headed for the bathroom, trying not to attract anyone's attention. You were about to grab the doorknob when the door opened on a surprised Tara.

"Oh my god, Y/n, you scared me! I didn't know you were here," she exclaimed with her usual cheerfulness. 

You stayed silent, feeling like you had been caught red-handed. Shame crept on your cheeks.

In a second, she analyzed the state you were in. The tear on the collar of your shirt. Your puffy eyes, your red cheeks. "What happened to you? What happened to your shirt? Are you okay?" 

Her sweet concern was all it took for you to tumble into tears again. She helped you back to your room, supporting and hugging you tight. You babbled incoherently about what had happened. You just needed these horrible words to be out of your system. You needed this unbearable reality out of your head, needed the constant litany of words to stop. 

Tara listened to your whole story and managed to understand through your sobs. As you finished, out of breath, she convinced you to let her get Nick. You dreaded it at first, so scared to see his reaction, but the once-in-a-while seriousness in Tara's tone managed to persuade you.

You heard her going down the stairs and waited in silence. You held your breath. The house was utterly silent as if it was also holding its breath. Then, it erupted, and all you could hear was someone climbing up the stairs at an alarming pace. Your door opened on a whim, almost digging a hole in your wall with how strongly it went flying back.

Your twin brother was standing on your doorstep, his chest going up and down quickly. He didn't say anything. He just scanned you from head to toe before reaching out his arms. Engulfing you in a tight embrace, he rocked you back and forth.

"Tell me," was all he said, his tone hoarse and hard.

"I was anxious and bored, and this guy asked me to dance. We did, and then he offered to get some water and air. I followed him but felt this grip in my gut. Felt like something was off. He led me to a dark room. I refused to go in and said I had to go, but then he backed me into this wall. Saying stuff about what other people thought about me and about some bet he'd made with his friends. I- I tried escaping Nick, I really did, I promise. I kept my distance, I told him to go away, but he wouldn't. I pushed him and tried to make a run for it, but he grabbed my wrist and started touching me. I managed to defend myself and get away. I ran into someone. I think it was Sai. I stopped for a second but couldn't tell him anything, so I ran again and hid until Mum came to pick me up."

The silence in your room was deafening. His whole being was at a standstill. Nick wasn't known to be a violent person. Quite the opposite, but you felt like that was about to change.

"Show me where he hurt you." 

You extended your wrist, the mark gone even darker than before. 

"Anywhere else?" he reluctantly asked.

You couldn't, and wouldn't, show him where precisely but managed to wave your hand towards your neck and upper body. Shame once again invaded your cells. His eyes filled with despair and so much rage. He hugged you tight again. "I'm going to kill him."

You whipped your head up. The look in your brother's eyes was one you had never seen before. Immediately, guilt flooded your thoughts.

"Nick, you can't get involved in this. I'm so sorry I got into all this trouble. I don't want it to affect you at school. I shouldn't have followed him. This is my fault."

He looked at you incredulously. As if you had just said the dumbest thing he had ever heard. 

"Y/n, you didn't get in trouble. Someone assaulted you. You are not at fault here. Do you understand? Because I really need you to." He tightened his grip on you, his cheek on the crown of your head. "I don't need you to pull some Charlie number on me."

"A Charlie number, uh?" you heard a familiar voice speak up. 

Charlie's head peeked from your door. The face of comfort and reassurance. "Can I come in?" You nodded as he made his way to the bed. "Although I'm not sure what exactly he's referring to, I'm pretty sure he's right. You shouldn't feel guilty for something someone did to you, okay? Especially for something like this."

You saw the hint of pain flashing in his eyes and remembered he had experienced something similar. 

He reached a hand you immediately grabbed. You had loved Charlie since that first day he came to your house to meet Nellie. There was something about him that always made you feel safe and comfortable. His presence here meant a lot to you. "You okay?" 

You still weren't precisely grabbing the heaviness of what had happened. But the support you were shown helped you manage the whirlwind of emotions you were feeling. You nodded feebly.

"What do you want to do?" finally asked Nick. "Can we do anything for you right now?"

You confessed you did not want to be alone tonight. You dreaded being left with your thoughts, scared they would swallow you whole. "I just want to feel safe," you whispered.

The words were like a dagger to Nick and Charlie's hearts. They both felt so guilty about not being there to protect you. What happened tonight brought them back to the beginning of their relationship. When Charlie had been through the same thing you just did. It awakened so many unpleasant and painful memories in their hearts.

"Of course. We can stay with you all night," said Nick with a kind smile, and you knew he meant it.

He offered to watch a movie, knowing that was your thing when you needed comfort. He felt that nothing he could do would help you heal from the experience you just had, but he'd do anything in his power to make you feel better. Your eyes light up at the suggestion, and he couldn't help a loving smile from lighting up his face. 

"The gang is still down there. If you want, I can ask them to leave?" suggested Charlie. "Even I can go home if you would rather be alone with your family. That'd be totally understandable."

If you were being honest, you would love for them to stay. The more, the merrier, and Nick's friends were such a cheerful and caring group. You knew they would be supportive. You hesitated, on the edge of saying yes. 

Nick felt your hesitation and put a hand atop Charlie and yours. "We can ask everyone to leave if you want to, no problem. But if you feel comfortable and want them here, I know they'd love to." 

You finally admitted you'd love for them to stay. Charlie went downstairs to fill them in. Leaving you in the room, still wrapped in your brother's arms. Both of you weren't ready to move just yet.

"If you want them to leave or need anything at any moment, I want you to come straight to me. Is that clear?" You nodded. "And while they set everything up, I have to tell Mum. She's worried sick, and rightfully so." 

You nodded once again, knowing she deserved to know. Still, you couldn't help your stomach from twisting in knots at the thought of this thing spreading out. 

Always so observant, Nick noticed how scared you looked. "Please, trust me, let me handle this. You don't have to worry about a thing. Just let me deal with it. You can lean on me." You mumbled an 'okay' as he kissed the top of your hair. 

An invisible promise to protect you forever.

The gang all split up to help make you feel better. Elle, Tara, and Darcy helped you clean up. You didn't want to be alone. So when you looked anxious to step in the bathroom, they all suggested they'd sit down in there, waiting for you. They were incredibly caring and supportive. Acting like this wasn't out of the blue and odd. You knew Nick and Charlie had filled them in, but none dared to say a thing. Their respect for your privacy and light chatting were both things you were incredibly grateful for. In the meantime, Tao and Isaac prepared the living room for the movie. They went all out and built a fort of pillows and blankets with snacks, ready to welcome you when you were done.

As for Nick and Charlie, they were dealing with the situation. They told everything to your mum and contacted Sai to find out what he'd seen. He immediately admitted seeing you running away from a corridor, shirt torn up, with tears running down your face. He found the guy in question, still catching his breath, and pieced two and two together. He even got him to admit the whole thing. He questioned some guys and even confirmed the horrible rumor of the bet. It had taken everything, and encouragement from Charlie, for Nick to stay put and not rush back there to beat his ass. Even your 'anti-violence' mother kept her mouth shut while Nick uttered threats, each worse than the other. The next day would already be horrible enough for the guy without Nick having to get in trouble had reassured his boyfriend.

Forty-five minutes later, you were all covered in blankets, resting on pillows, cuddled up together. Nick and Charlie were sitting on either side of you. Your brother's arm reached around you and his boyfriend. 

The rest of the gang was scattered around the floor and the couch, but you were still all touching. Forming an unbreakable chain of support and love. 

You looked around and felt so grateful as you looked at the people present. Nick squeezed your hand with a kind smile, a quick check-up to confirm you were still okay. You cleared your throat, gathering everyone's attention. The movie softly played in the background while you started, "I wanted to thank you for this. You have all been incredible. Thank you for helping me, and I hope you can forgive me for interrupting your end-of-exams party." 

"Hush with that. As if we'd ever be mad for something like this." intervened Elle. She put a comforting hand on your shin, her features so open and caring. You couldn't help but give her an answering smile.

"Did you really think we'd resent you for what happened tonight?" inquired Charlie. Once again, a light of understanding sparkled in his blue eyes.

"No, but it's just... This was your thing. Your party, and once again, I'm intruding in and forcing you guys to hang out with me."

"Forcing us?!" cut Tara. "Y/n, I don't think anyone here would feel forced to hang out with you. We like hanging out with you!"

Your eyes shone with surprise and something like relief. They all looked at each other incredulously. Not quite believing that you didn't know how much they liked you. "What?! Did you think we only thought of you as Nick's little sister?"

You turned your head towards a disbelieving Tao. Your shy silence was an answer in itself.

"You have great taste in movies. Plus, you have a lot of knowledge about the cinematic universe. I like hanging out with you because you're the only one in this group with decent expertise of the culture." He added enthusiastically. Pronouncing that last word with his usual mediocre impression of a Scottish accent, he extorted a laugh from your chest.

"And you like to dance, and for some reason, you get Darcy's poor sense of humor," added Tara with a sarcastic roll of her eyes. To which her girlfriend lightly tapped her leg in protest.

"And you're into art, and you're actually the only one in this group who can give me constructive criticism about my work." Your gaze dropped back to Elle, giving an accusatory look at the rest of the group.

"And you're the only one willing to have a book club with me. Don't think I can talk and have actual discussions with this lot about all the books I read," finished Isaac with a shy smile. He was the first in the gang, after Charlie, with whom you felt really close. You squeezed his hand as a silent thanks.

"We're trying to tell you how you mean so much more to us. You're Y/n Nelson. We like hanging out with you because you're a great person with great interests. Not because we have to. Not because you're Nick's sister." explained Charlie. He knew how it felt when you thought people didn't honestly like you. Or when you thought they'd be better off without you. He saw so much of himself inside of you. It made his heart tighten with sadness and love.

You stared at them all, a few tears burning in the corners of your eyes. You coughed, trying to hide the emotion flaring up in you.

"You are part of this group if you want to Y/n." Charlie nudged you with his shoulder as if he had read your thoughts. You lifted hopeful eyes towards him. You felt as if your heart might burst with joy.

"I-"

"I'm not giving you any choice." cut Darcy out of the blue."You are part of the gang. Nothing you can do about it." she declared. As always, her unexpected comment had everyone laughing. You looked at her triumphant face, euphoria spreading in your chest.

You looked at your brother, who was already beaming at you, pride and joy mixed in that sweet expression. The tears in your eyes welled up and, against the better of you, softly dropped on your cheeks. 

"Are these tears of joy...?" asked Isaac, speaking for the whole group. You had been through a lot tonight, and they had hoped their intervention would have made you happy. But they questioned if it had been too much, too soon.

You let out a soft chuckle. "Yes."

In a team effort, the whole gang jumped on you. Engulfing your body in an embrace of warmth, love, and laughter, a lot of laughter. 

"I'm so sorry for being such a..." 

You stopped mid-sentence when you felt a pinch on your arm, only to hear Nick whisper, "From now on, you are also banned from saying the 's' word. So shut it and enjoy." The whole group, including yourself, erupted in laughter. 

There would be a lot of hardships coming in the next few days, but knowing you had them all made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you'd be able to weather it.

[bunnysnuff]

Chapter 4.

Pairing: Charlie spring x F!twin!Reader (siblings), Charlie spring x nick Nelson, nick Nelson x F!reader.

Trigger warnings: PLEASE READ!! Self-Harm, bullying, toxic relationships, jealousy and competition (siblings), & body image issues.

Masterlist:

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Summary: Dear Charlie, we shared the same womb; I love you. I’m sorry.

The hum of the bus engine filled the space between Charlie and his sister as they sat side by side, staring out the window as the town blurred past. The early morning sunlight spilled in through the windows, casting soft shadows on the worn fabric of the seats. It was one of those mornings where neither of them felt like talking much, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. At least, not yet.

Charlie shifted beside her, breaking the quiet. “You ever think about... what you actually want in a relationship?” His voice was soft, hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure if he should even be asking.

She glanced at him, slightly surprised. Charlie didn’t usually bring up things like this, not since everything that had happened with his ex. He’d never mentioned him by name, but she knew. She knew how badly he had hurt Charlie, how toxic that relationship had been. How it had nearly destroyed him.

“I guess,” she replied, careful to keep her tone neutral, though her heart twinged a little. This was dangerous territory.

Charlie bit his lip, eyes still focused on the passing scenery. “I just... I don’t know. I thought I knew what I wanted back then. I thought if someone paid attention to me, if they acted like I was special, that it was enough. But... it wasn’t.” He let out a small, bitter laugh. “It was the opposite, actually. Being with him just made me feel worse about myself.”

She knew exactly who he was talking about. Ben Hope. He never said his name anymore, as if erasing him from memory might somehow erase the damage he’d done. But the scars were there, lingering beneath the surface. She could see it in the way Charlie flinched sometimes when people got too close, or in the rare moments when he looked at himself in the mirror for too long, his expression darkening. It was a wound that hadn’t fully healed.

“I get it,” she murmured, even though she wasn’t sure if she truly did. But she wanted to. Charlie’s pain was something she had watched from the sidelines, unable to stop it, unable to protect him from the hurt that had spiraled into something much worse.

There had been days when she would find him in his room, quiet, too quiet, and she’d know something was wrong. The razor-thin scars on his wrists, the way he avoided meals, the nights she’d stay awake because she was terrified of what he might do when he was alone. Charlie had been spiraling for a long time, and she had felt powerless to save him.

Charlie shifted again, running a hand through his hair, clearly uncomfortable with where his thoughts had taken him. “I think now, I just want someone who actually makes me feel good about myself, you know? Someone who... I don’t know, makes me feel safe. Someone kind.”

She swallowed, her throat tight. “Yeah. Someone who listens to you. Who makes you feel seen.”

Charlie nodded, his gaze distant. “And maybe... someone who’s funny? Like, someone who can make me laugh, even when things feel heavy. I never had that before. I want someone who’s... I don’t know, someone you can just be with. No pretending.”

She felt her stomach tighten because the person Charlie was describing wasn’t just some vague idea of what he wanted. It was Nick. She recognized every trait, every subtle hint. And she couldn’t deny that those were the same things she wanted, too.

Her mind drifted back to Nick—his easy laugh, the way he looked at her like she mattered, the way his kindness seemed to radiate from him. How he made her feel calm, and seen, and important, without ever trying too hard.

“Yeah, someone who’s thoughtful,” she added, hoping Charlie didn’t notice how her voice wavered. “Someone who... I don’t know, just does little things that make you feel like they actually care. Like when they remember something small about you, something you didn’t even think they’d notice.”

She didn’t need to say it, but she was describing Nick, too. His little gestures, his quiet attentiveness. The way he made everything feel lighter, less complicated, just by being there.

Charlie looked over at her then, his brow furrowed. Maybe he recognized it, too. The unspoken tension between them, the way they both seemed to be tiptoeing around the same thing, the same person.

The bus jolted slightly as it hit a bump, but neither of them said anything for a while. The silence was heavier now, weighted with thoughts neither of them wanted to voice.

She leaned back in her seat, staring at the ceiling of the bus, and her mind wandered back to the darker days—those days when Charlie had been at his lowest, struggling under the weight of his own self-hatred. The bullying had been relentless, the whispers about him being gay, the cruel looks and snickers when he walked down the halls. She’d wanted to protect him, to shield him from all of it, but she couldn’t. Not really.

And then there had been the nights when she’d hear him crying through the thin walls of their house, when he thought no one could hear him. She would sit outside his door, trying to will him to open it, to let her in. But he never did.

The worst had been the self-harm. The first time she saw the scars on his wrists, the breath had been knocked out of her, like the world had tilted on its axis. She didn’t know what to say, how to make him stop, how to tell him that he was worth more than whatever he thought of himself. It was like he was slipping away, and she was powerless to pull him back.

She would catch him skipping meals, staring blankly at his food, the grip of bulimia tightening around him until he was disappearing right in front of her. She remembered the fights, the pleading, the helplessness as she watched her brother sink deeper into his pain.

And now, here they were. The worst of it had passed, but the cracks were still there. Sometimes she worried that they would never be the same, that the shadow of those dark days would always linger between them.

“I’m sorry,” Charlie said suddenly, his voice soft.

She blinked, turning to him. “For what?”

“For everything. For the way I pulled away from you when I was... going through all that. I didn’t mean to. I just... I didn’t know how to handle it.”

She swallowed hard, her chest tightening. “You don’t have to apologize, Charlie. You were going through hell. I just... I wish I could’ve done more. I wish I could’ve stopped you from hurting.”

He gave her a small, sad smile. “You did more than you think. You stayed. That was enough.”

The bus slowed as they approached the school, and she glanced out the window, her heart heavy. She didn’t know how to fix what was happening between them now, this quiet competition over Nick that neither of them wanted to admit. But as they sat there, side by side, she knew one thing: no matter what happened, she would stay. Just like she always had.

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As the school day dragged on, she found herself sitting with her tray of food, absently picking at it while her thoughts remained stuck on that morning’s conversation with Charlie. Things between them had been heavy lately, a quiet tension settling in that neither of them seemed willing to break. And she couldn’t stop thinking about Nick—how both she and Charlie had been describing him on the bus without saying it out loud.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn’t hear Tara calling her name.

“Hey, earth to you!” Tara waved her hand in front of her face, snapping her back to the cafeteria. “Where were you just now?”

She smiled sheepishly, shaking her head. “Sorry, just... spaced out.”

Tara smiled warmly and sat down next to her. “No worries. Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” She paused, her voice lowering slightly. “Harry’s throwing a big party for his birthday this weekend, and I was wondering if you’d want to come as my plus one? I mean, I know you’re not super close with him, but it’ll be fun. You should come!”

Her heart skipped a beat. A party? With Harry’s crowd? The same crowd that included Nick... and Charlie. She opened her mouth to respond, but then something clicked.

“Wait... Nick’s going, isn’t he?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Yeah, pretty much everyone’s going. Oh!” Tara’s eyes widened slightly, as if she’d just remembered something. “Nick’s actually bringing Charlie. They’re kind of a thing now, right? I saw them together the other day, and it seemed pretty obvious.”

Her stomach dropped. Nick was bringing Charlie. The words hit her like a punch, though Tara said them so casually, like it was common knowledge, like it didn’t change everything.

She forced a smile, but it felt like it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, they’re... they’re close.”

Tara gave her a knowing look, clearly unaware of the internal turmoil she was now drowning in. “You should still come! We’ll have fun, and it’ll be a good distraction. You know how Harry’s parties are.”

She nodded, though her mind was somewhere else entirely. She couldn’t stop thinking about how Nick had invited Charlie. He hadn’t even thought to ask her. Maybe she wasn’t even on his radar.

“I’ll think about it,” she replied, her voice hollow.

Tara smiled brightly and gave her a quick hug before rushing off to meet Darcy, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

The truth settled in, sinking like a stone in her chest. Nick had chosen Charlie. Maybe he didn’t know about her feelings, maybe it wasn’t personal, but it still hurt like hell.

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Later that evening, the familiar clatter of dishes filled the kitchen as the family sat down for dinner. The scent of roast chicken and vegetables wafted through the air, but she wasn’t really paying attention to the food in front of her. Her mind was still caught in an endless loop of Tara’s words—Nick’s bringing Charlie.

Across the table, Charlie sat quietly, poking at his plate. He didn’t seem his usual self either. They hadn’t spoken much since the bus ride earlier that morning, and now, with their parents chatting away and Ollie rambling on about something from school, the silence between them felt even heavier.

“Charlie, sweetie, are you okay?” their mom asked, looking at him with concern as she passed the salad bowl. “You’ve hardly touched your dinner.”

Charlie glanced up quickly, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just... not super hungry.”

Tori, sitting at the far end of the table, raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She had always been the quiet observer, noticing things without saying much. Her sharp eyes flicked between the twins, clearly sensing the tension, though she remained silent.

Ollie, oblivious as ever, was in the middle of a story about his day at school, his small hands gesturing wildly as he talked. “And then we played soccer at lunch, and I almost scored, but Jamie tripped me! He said it was an accident, but I don’t believe him.”

Their dad chuckled. “Well, maybe next time you’ll get him back, huh? Just don’t let it ruin your day.”

Ollie beamed and kept going, but she was barely listening. She kept sneaking glances at Charlie, wondering if he knew—if he had any idea about how she felt, how much this hurt. She wondered if he was hurting, too, or if he was just excited to be going to Harry’s party with Nick. Maybe it was easier for him, now that Nick had chosen him.

The thought twisted painfully in her chest. She couldn’t be angry with Charlie, not really. He didn’t know how she felt. They hadn’t spoken about Nick, not directly. But the competition between them was there, unspoken but impossible to ignore. It felt like they were both tiptoeing around the same fragile thing, hoping it wouldn’t shatter.

Their mom’s voice broke through her thoughts. “You’ve been quiet too,” she said, her gaze now on her. “Everything okay with you?”

She nodded quickly, plastering on a smile that felt just as fake as Charlie’s. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just tired, I guess.”

Tori finally spoke up, her voice calm and measured as she glanced between the two of them. “You both seem tired. Anything happen at school today?”

She felt Charlie stiffen next to her, and for a moment, they both shared a glance. A silent understanding passed between them—neither of them wanted to talk about it. Not here. Not now.

“Nah, same old stuff,” Charlie muttered, quickly turning back to his plate.

She gave a slight shrug, echoing his sentiment. “Yeah, nothing new.”

Their mom didn’t push, though the concerned furrow in her brow remained. Instead, she turned her attention back to Ollie, who was still enthusiastically recounting his day.

For a few minutes, the table was filled with the sounds of clinking silverware and Ollie’s animated voice, but she couldn’t shake the heaviness in the pit of her stomach. She kept thinking about the party. What would it be like seeing Charlie and Nick there together, knowing that Nick had chosen him, even if unintentionally? She wondered if Charlie would be as uncomfortable as she would, or if this was just her own heartbreak to deal with.

As dinner wound down, their dad started talking about work, and she caught Tori’s eyes flicking back toward her and Charlie again. It was like Tori could sense everything. She always had been the most perceptive out of all of them.

After a few more minutes of quiet, she pushed her plate away, her appetite long gone. “I think I’m gonna go upstairs,” she said, trying to sound casual as she stood up.

Charlie looked up at her, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. He just nodded, and a moment later, he stood up too.

“We’ll help clear the table,” he added, his voice sounding distant. Their parents didn’t argue, though their mom gave them both a lingering look of concern.

Together, they grabbed the dishes in silence, moving around the table as the rest of the family continued chatting. It wasn’t until they were alone in the kitchen, with the sound of running water and the clink of plates being loaded into the dishwasher, that the tension finally bubbled to the surface.

“I heard Nick’s bringing you to Harry’s party,” she said, her voice quieter than she’d intended.

Charlie froze for a second, his hand hovering over a plate before he continued loading it. He didn’t look at her when he replied. “Yeah. He... asked me earlier this week. I didn’t know you were going.”

She swallowed hard. “I wasn’t going to, but Tara invited me. As her plus one.”

There was a long pause, the only sound being the gentle slosh of water as Charlie rinsed off the dishes. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you... okay with that?”

She didn’t know how to answer that. Was she okay? Not really. But could she tell him that? Could she tell him how much it hurt, how every day it felt like they were both silently fighting for Nick’s attention, even though neither of them would admit it?

“I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I feel right now.”

Charlie finally looked at her, and in his eyes, she saw the same pain, the same confusion she was feeling. Maybe he wasn’t as okay as she thought. Maybe this was hurting him too.

But neither of them said anything more. Because deep down, they both knew that whatever was happening between them—this quiet, unspoken rivalry over Nick—it wasn’t something that could be fixed with words. Not yet.

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Diary entry 4.

Dear Charlie,

I don’t even know where to begin. Tonight was supposed to be a normal dinner, but it felt anything but. There’s a heaviness hanging in the air, and I can’t shake this feeling that we’re on the brink of something bad.

When you talked about wanting someone who makes you feel good, I felt like I was drowning. I wanted to scream out that I want you to be happy too, but it’s so much more complicated than that. I felt this gut-wrenching pain in my chest because I can’t stop thinking about Nick. It’s like he’s become this unwitting wedge between us, and I hate it.

You don’t know this, but every time I see you together, it feels like I’m losing you little by little. I wish I could be happy for you, but the truth is I’m scared. I’m scared that you’ll choose him over me, that you’ll forget about our bond, our connection. I keep pretending that everything is fine, that I’m okay with you being with him, but inside, it’s like a storm is raging.

It’s not just jealousy; it’s a fear of losing the one person I’ve always relied on. You’ve fought through so much with Ben, and I’ve watched you struggle to find happiness again. I thought I was being supportive, but it’s becoming harder to pretend I’m not hurt. Watching you with Nick feels like watching someone take away the last piece of my heart.

The party is coming up, and I can’t stop thinking about how hard it’s going to be. I’ll have to stand there and smile while you two flirt and laugh, pretending I’m not dying inside. I hate this feeling, and I hate that I’m turning something that should be joyful into a source of pain.

I wish we could talk about this openly, but I don’t want to add to your burdens. You’ve been through so much already, and I don’t want to make things worse. But the longer I hold this in, the more it eats away at me. I’m terrified of what’s happening between us, and I don’t know how to fix it.

I hope you can feel that I’m still here for you, even if it’s getting harder to breathe under the weight of all this. I want to be the supportive sister you deserve, but I’m not sure how to reconcile my feelings with my love for you.

Please, let’s find a way to talk about this soon. I need you to know I love you, no matter how messy things get. I just hope we can find a way back to each other before it’s too late.

Yours always,

[Your Name]

[trumpkinhotboy]

Never alone

Pairing: big sister!darcy olsson x little sister!reader

Type: requested

Warnings: none really? mentions of having a strick and unsupportive parent

Word count: approx 700

Requests: open! for heartstopper, twilight wolfpack and narnia

A/n: loved writing this, thank you again for the request xx

"I knew there was a chance I'd find you here." You let out a relieved breath at the sight of your older sister sitting on a rusted swing in the old park near your home.

Darcy jolted upward at the sound of your voice. "Y/n, what are you doing here?" she asked with a fake smile plastered on her face. You could be a little oblivious sometimes, but you could not miss the trail of wet tears staining her cheeks.

It hurt your heart beyond measure to see her, even after everything that just happened, trying to put on a happy face for you. Life at home was far from easy. Your mother was incredibly strict and severe. You often thought she must be in a terrible amount of pain to be so cold and distant with her children. Your sister and you learned not to expect any favor from your mother. Even if you were only a year younger than Darcy, she always took her big sister role very seriously. She constantly tried to protect you from the bitterness of your mother. Even when she had been kicked out of her home, she was still trying to protect you.

You stared at her in silence for a second, your gaze filled with concern. "Darcy, stop."

"What?" she tried subtly wiping away the tears. "Did you want to hang out? We can go and get ice cream."

She took a step, but you grabbed her wrist firmly. "Drop the bullshit. I heard everything."

A crack in her mask. A second to falter.

"Are you okay?" you asked while softening your hold on her wrist.

The three little words had the power to destroy the front she kept putting up. Her face scrunched in a pained expression, silver tears lining her eyes.

You sighed once more before pulling her in a hug. She melted in your arms, big sobs crawling their way out of her hurt body. You allowed her to rest in your arms, to let everything go.

"I'm so sorry Dar," you whispered, squeezing her as tight as you could, hoping it would somehow put back the pieces of her heart your mom had shattered times and times again.

You guided her to sit on a bench as she calmed down. Delicately, you wiped the tears away from her cheeks.

"I'm sorry for doing this to you. I'm sorry you had to hear that."

You let out an exasperated breath. "You don't ever have to apologize about what happened back there. You don't have to protect me all the time. At least, you have to let me protect you in return. We are a team. We are the only thing we can always, always count on. I know how hard you try to be happy all the time, but I promise, no one would love you less because you showed the hard moments. I surely won't. I know Tara won't, and anyone else in the gang won't, for that matter."

Kicking pebbles with the tip of her weathered Converse she seemed so vulnerable. Darcy felt like a mistake, a burden, most of the time. Probably because of everything your mother kept telling her, and you hated her for it.

"I'm not so sure about that… Nobody likes a burden," she mumbled.

"You are not a burden. Do you find me annoying or burdensome when I have hardships?"

"Of course not!" she exclaimed with a surprised expression.

You lifted your brows with a knowing smile as realization dawned on her. "And I can confirm it's the same for you."

You nodded at the entrance of the park where Tara, Elle, Tao, Joe, Nick, and Isaac appeared, worried looks on their faces. Your sister's girlfriend let out a strangled noise when she noticed Darcy sitting on the bench with you.

"Please don't be mad, but they were very worried about you, and I think you need them."

She looked back at you with tears in her eyes and relief sketched on her face. She grabbed your hand and held tight as she waved to her friends.

"If only you could see yourself through my eyes. You would understand how fricking amazing you are. You are not and will never be alone." You finally added before you were wrapped into a big group hug.

[bunnysnuff]

Chapter 3.

Pairing: Charlie spring x F!twin!Reader (siblings), Charlie spring x nick Nelson, nick Nelson x F!reader.

Trigger warning: slow burn, love triangle. Charlie’s POV.

Masterlist.

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Summary: Dear Charlie, we shared the same womb; I love you. I’m sorry.

harlie knew something was off, but he couldn't quite place it. His twin sister, who normally shared everything with him, had been acting differently for weeks. They used to joke about everything, from their teachers to who could finish their homework faster, but lately, there was an edge to their interactions, a silent tension that neither of them wanted to address.

It all started when Nick Nelson joined their lives. Charlie had known he liked Nick almost from the start. The way Nick smiled, his easygoing laugh, the way he made Charlie feel like he mattered just by being there—it was impossible not to like him. But recently, Charlie noticed that his sister had been spending more time around Nick, too. Little things, really, but they added up.

Like how she seemed to find her way into conversations that were just supposed to be between Charlie and Nick. Or how she’d offer Nick her seat in class, brushing her hair back and smiling in that casual way she did when she wanted to charm someone. The looks she gave Nick were subtle, but Charlie had known her his entire life—he could see it. She liked Nick, too.

But instead of talking about it, the rivalry simmered quietly between them, unspoken but very much alive.

One afternoon, Charlie and his sister were sitting at lunch, Nick across the table from them, laughing at something Tao had said. Nick looked relaxed, his broad shoulders leaning comfortably against the back of his chair. It was a typical day, but the atmosphere between the twins was anything but.

"Hey, Nick," she said suddenly, leaning forward with a bright smile. "I was thinking, you should totally come over to help me with my art project this weekend. You’re so good at sketching, I could really use the help." Her tone was sweet, but Charlie caught the way her eyes flicked to him—like a subtle challenge.

Charlie’s stomach twisted. She’s trying to get him alone. He shot her a quick glance, but kept quiet. Instead, he turned to Nick, forcing a smile.

"Actually, we were planning on watching that new show together, weren’t we, Nick?" Charlie chimed in, his voice casual but firm. "You should definitely come over, we’ll make a day of it. Watch a few episodes, maybe order pizza."

Nick blinked, glancing between the two of them, clearly oblivious to the tension brewing beneath their friendly smiles. "Uh, yeah, both sound great," he said with a little chuckle. "I can help with the art project and then hang out with Charlie after, I guess?"

There was a brief silence, the kind that wasn’t uncomfortable for anyone but the two of them. His sister's lips twitched into a half-smile, but there was something sharp in her eyes. Two can play this game, she seemed to be saying.

As the days passed, the competition for Nick's attention grew, though neither of them ever mentioned it directly. They started trying to outdo each other in small, subtle ways—who could make Nick laugh harder, who he’d text back first, who he’d sit next to during lunch.

One Friday after school, Charlie had planned to walk home with Nick, just the two of them. He was looking forward to it, imagining the quiet conversation they’d have, maybe some awkward flirting. But when he reached the lockers, he found his sister already there with Nick, talking animatedly about some music playlist they had both been into recently.

"You guys ready to go?" Charlie asked, trying to sound casual, but his voice came out tighter than he wanted.

His sister looked up, her smile widening as if she’d won some secret battle. "Oh, actually, Nick and I were going to stop by the music shop. He wanted to check out some new vinyls." She shot him a quick glance, her tone almost too innocent.

Nick turned to Charlie, a little apologetic. "You’re welcome to come along if you want, Charlie."

But Charlie knew what she was doing. She was trying to pull Nick away, to get him to herself, and Charlie couldn’t stand it. Not when he’d been waiting for a moment like this all week.

"Thanks," Charlie said, trying to keep the frustration from his voice. "But I’ll probably just head home."

He gave Nick a small smile, but his eyes flicked briefly to his sister, and there was no mistaking the look they shared—both of them knew what was happening, even if they weren’t willing to admit it.

The walk home felt heavier than usual. Charlie’s thoughts were tangled, his heart pounding in a confusing mix of jealousy and guilt. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They were supposed to have each other’s backs, but here they were, silently competing over Nick, neither willing to talk about it.

He wasn’t sure how long they could keep this up before something had to give.

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Diary entry 3.

Dear Charlie,

I don’t know how to start this without it sounding weird, but I feel like I need to tell you. I need to get it out because it’s been sitting in my chest for weeks, and pretending like everything is fine between us feels impossible right now.

You’ve probably noticed it too—the distance, the weird tension, the little moments where I know we’re both biting our tongues. I hate it, Charlie. I hate feeling like there’s something standing between us when we’ve always been so close, like we’re not even being honest with each other anymore. And I think we both know what this is about, even if we’ve never said it.

Nick.

I didn’t mean for this to happen, but I like him. And I know you do too. Maybe you’ve liked him for longer, I don’t know. It’s not like I planned on developing feelings for him—it just kind of happened.

At first, I didn’t want to admit it, not to myself and definitely not to you. But then I started noticing how much I wanted to be around him, how my heart did that stupid thing where it speeds up every time he’s nearby. And that’s when I realized… I think we’re both competing for him, in our own way, without saying it out loud.

The thing is, Charlie, I don’t want to compete with you. I don’t want to lose the connection we have over something we can’t control, over feelings we didn’t ask for. But I don’t know how to handle this. I don’t know how to be honest with you about liking the same person without it hurting one of us.

What scares me the most is that I’ve seen the way Nick looks at you, and I think I already know how this is going to end. He likes you, doesn’t he? Or maybe you’ve already told him how you feel. I don’t know—I’m scared to ask because I don’t want to hear the answer.

But Charlie, you’re my brother. My twin. We’ve always had each other, and I don’t want to lose that. No matter what happens with Nick, I just want us to be okay. Can we be okay?

I guess I’m writing this because I want to stop pretending. I want us to be able to talk about this without feeling like we’re both hiding something. I don’t know what happens next or how this will work out, but I need you to know how I feel. Maybe we’ll figure it out together.

Please don’t hate me for this.

Love,

[Your Name]