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wqxianwriting · 1 year ago

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how to make a golden retriever happy.

SLIGHTLY proofread | f!reader | poly relationship with nick & charlie though reader isn’t dating charlie | pretty damn long i got ahead of myself, sorry :,) | they’re so cute but im so bad at details fr | lunch date, walks, stargazing w fireflies & movie night! (you got headbands to wear… guess what movie charlie is having y’all watch rn) | what is stargazing | author questioning what color sonic’s eyes are | theres some crying at the end and a mention of breaking up but its just those negative thoughts actin up, theyre all okay :) | angst/comfort? | not many kisses unfortunately but THERE ARE SOME, like three scenes… two? | there is cussing, not much | nick & reader flashbacks

#%a/n%#;; first request done! thanks for it, they mean so much to me. i didn’t wanna make it too long but here we are lolol, hope it’s enjoyable though 🥹💜 also ntm on your family details but your mom does appear and she has a “set” personality! no one else appears though so you can imagine the reader’s family how you want, though it is mentioned your mom is married. also note, since reader is a lady she goes to the same school as like, elle darcy tara (and probably imogen too, right?). meant to post this yesterday but i wanted to add some stuff at the end haha, sorry sorry this is a whole ass wattpad book fr, feel like i wrote so much and nothing at the same time. hope you enjoy if you give it a read thought fhdhdj

OH YEAH last thing, the emotions in this story is kind of a whiplash 💀 one minute they’re happy the next theyre kinda sad or bittersweet so- hopefully the pacing doesnt seem bad… BE WARNED. shouldn’t be too crazy. okay thats it this time do enjoy

character(s):

nick & charlie (heartstopper)

elle & tao cameo

reader’s mom omg she’s a sweetheart, charlie’s parents are mentioned/super small cameo, nick’s mom also has a small cameo/is mentioned

darcy, imogen and sahar are very briefly mentioned!

The sweet sound of the school bell rings throughout and the school and every single student sighs in relief of the noise. You glance up at the clock on the wall before looking around the classroom where students are packing up their bags while talking noisily to one another.

You allow yourself to recline in your chair, left arm reaching back to where your backpack dangles off the seat and slide your hands into the side pocket, grabbing your phone.

Nicky Ricky Dicky: I’m alive!

Char: you live! i live too :) wanna walk together today or are you both busy? (gonna pick you up bestie)

Y/N: i’ll meet you outside (ty loveliest)

Char: awesome!!! nick?

Nicky Ricky Dicky: Sorry aha, I need to go home quickly today but I’ll be sure to join tomorrow!

This makes you pout and you can imagine your bestfriend having the same expression because the sad emoji he wrote in the group-chat even makes you sadder.

Char: ☹️

Y/N: don’f worry charlie

Y/N: Don’t*

Nicky Ricky Dicky: Sorry :,)

Char: It’s fine! Do what you have to do… we gonna facetime tonight though?

Char hearts your message ‘don’f worry charlie’.

Nicky Ricky Dicky: No promises but I’ll do my best. 😠❤️

Nicky Ricky Dicky: i gtg now, love you both <3

Y/N: lym! ❤️

Char: love you! ❤️❤️❤️

Y/N: three hearts 🥹

Char: y/n. STOP. come outside before i die

Y/N: omg… such a drama king like okay

You write and yet, you’re quick to jump from your chair and snatch your bag before sliding it on your shoulder. You push in your chair and skip out into the hallways where you see Elle. “Heya, Elle!”

She smiles warmly and waves goodbye to her friends before stepping in sync with you. “Hey there, Miss, didn’t catch your name.” You bump her shoulder and she bumps you back. “What’re you up to?”

“Charlie’s gonna come pick me up, hopefully via bike… mines broke the other day.” You sigh and she gives you a look of pity while trying to bite back a grin. Then she perks up.

“Not Nick?”

You shake your head, rubbing a hand against your temple. “Mm-mm, you ever just get a feeling something is off?”

Elle nods, turning her face away from you and her hands grip onto the handle of her bag that bounces against her legs. “Yeah, just putting it out there… graduation may be on his mind, I know its on mine and it’s been kicking my ass to be honest,” You wrap an arm around her in comfort and she hums in appreciation. “Just all that weird stuff, weird thoughts and anxiety…” Then she pauses, raising a hand and flicking her wrist. “Okay- not weird, but you know.”

That makes you snort, “Yeah, I get’cha… maybe, but we’ve always been open about that kind of stuff, I just don’t understand why it’d be a issue… I mean, we’ve talked about it many times before so it’s kind of odd, I guess?” You and Elle share a look of confusion before shrugging.

“Maybe it’s been having more of an impact y’know? You can speak easily about something when you’re not there yet but… graduation is coming up and everyone is worried about the future. You know how things don’t hit you till it’s happening literally next week or something? Maybe its hitting harder.”

Your heart clenches in pain at those words. She’s not wrong, there is a high chance it’s staring to affect him more… hitting harder than you’d know. You nibble on your bottom lip in concern and furrow your eyebrows,

“Well. If he’s being an idiot and isn’t gonna come to us about it then I’ll beat him up.” You place your hands on your hips, lightly joking to disperse the tense air between the two of you. Of course he isn’t being an idiot but you refuse to let him stress on his own. Elle chokes out a laugh in surprise.

“Oh god, he better run, she’s scary when she’s angry.” One of her hands let go of her bag and she hold her stomach while laughing a bit more. “Wouldn’t that be a sight?”

You scoff, “Like we haven’t argued before.”

“You argue about literal video games.”

“Stop.” You laugh and push at her shoulder. “Oh, and Elle, you know I’m your friend and if you ever need an ear to lend about college talk or need help to get your mind off of it to just relax, you got me.” She stares at you for a few beats before cracking into a grin.

“Thank you, Y/N. You know you got me too.”

Outside the school building you’re quick to spot two familiar figures by the gate. “Yes, he’s here!” Your arms raise in celebration then instantly flop down, “There’s no bike…!”

Elle calls out which makes the two boys stiff in seconds.

“Get your butts over here, Mr. Xu and Mr. Spring!” They awkwardly crane their necks to your direction and simultaneously sigh in relief – probably thinking you were teachers.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Tao exclaims as you and Elle once you’re right infront of the two, gesturing to his heart. Elle is quick to place a hand over his chest – Tao’s cheeks lowkey reddening but you decide not to point it out for his sake – and her eyes widen a bit.

“Tao, your chest is gonna shoot out your chest.”

“See?”

“That is the goal, sire.” You finger gun at him and he smacks your hand away lightly with an exasperated look. It makes you giggle. “Elle is just feeling a little silly today.”

“It’s my agenda.” She grins before engulfing Charlie into a hug and he squeaks in surprise before squeezing her back. “Hello, Charlie!”

“Are you sure your heart isn’t pounding because you’ve gotten your daily dose of Elle?” You whisper while stepping in line next to Tao, facing your head to your other friends but you can see him tense at the corner of your eye.

He pinches his nose bridge, mumbling and you catch some of the words, suspiciously sounding like him saying he’s gonna fight you. His cheeks bloom a rosy rose so you take the win either way and smugly smirk at him.

“Hi, Elle!” His muffled laugh catches your attention, making you and Tao smile at the interaction before you wrap an arm around the latter, making him eyeroll, of course he does, but he wraps an arm around your shoulder and gives you a light squeeze in response.

“We best be off on our merry way,” You speak up, checking the time as the two friends let go of eachother. “I wanna stop by that new shop that opened a few weeks ago… Is that fine, Char?”

He gives you a thumbs up and Elle speaks, “Let me know how their desserts taste, I’ve been wondering but honestly they don’t look that good so…” She stares at you with a grimace before shrugging.

“Noted~” You say in a singsong voice before wrapping your arms around Charlie. “I’ll call you later, enjoy your afternoon date.” You and Charlie give the couple teasing grins and they take the bait, looking away in shyness but Tao takes the initiative and connects their hands together. It makes you melt.

“Shut up.” He groans, snapping but tone very much unthreatening adding on the fact he’s trying to cover his flustered face with his free hand.

“Yes, yes grumpy old man, we’ll see you later.” You and Charlie waist no time to start down the road with waves.

“Bye!” He shouts.

“I’m not a grumpy old man!” Tao stomps his foot, comedically. Right. How could you make that mistake?

“Bye, Y/N and Charlie!” Elle laughs with a wave and tugs her totally-not-grumpy boyfriend off in the other direction. You watch their hands tighten around eachother, squinting in amusement when Tao’s scowl instantly softens into a lovestruck gaze.

“Ahhh, young love.”

“You’re starting to sound like the old one here.” Charlie snickers, hands coming up to hold onto your forearms that are still bounded around him.

“You wound me, Char.” You squeeze him and he huffs. “I literally think the same when you and Nick are interacting, it’s so,” You make weird noises, fingers wiggling. “Y’know? Very sweet. Very cute, I even have some photos of you latching onto eachother while sleeping. Wanna see-?”

His brain feels like it’s shutting down, lightly smacking your arm when you lift it as to grab your phone. “Stop it.” You could practically see those animated stars swirling around his head and laugh.

You relent and unwrap your arms with a cheeky smile. He glances at you before hiding his face in his hands. “Ughh, whatever. You act like you don’t jump Nick the minute you see him.” Yeah, that’s crazy. You feel your own cheeks flaring up.

“You must be blind.”

“No, no, no. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Lie!” He exclaims in a joking tone, uncovering his face and poking you in accusation. You lean away, losing your balance and forcing yourself to lean on your tippy toe. Your other foot comes down onto pavement with a stomp and you twirl like you’re dancing. Charlie definitely notices this misstep, doesn’t say anything but you see his shoulders shaking in silence. He’s laughing.

“I never lie?” You pick off the conversation.

“Was that a question?” He tilts his head back at you.

“No?”

He stares at you, eyebrow twitching and you puff out your cheeks like a frog, looking anywhere but in his direction. “You’re awfully cheeky today.”

“How am I being cheeky?” He gives you a look like you’re being ridiculous.

“Charlie Spring is a little cheeky today, my oh my, what have I done to deserve this.” Then you raise your voice in a slight yell, “Ahhh! Who is this?! This isn’t my Charlieeee…!” Your arms reach for the sky.

“You’re an idiot.” He takes the chance and poke you again which makes you yelp. You narrow your eyes. He runs off, you chase.

That was last week. You haven’t seen your boyfriend in a couple of days and it’s concerning. He responds hours late to your messages, doesn’t even respond in your group chat with Charlie, his calls barely last ten minutes and you literally haven’t seen this man in person. Charlie tells you he still shows up at school but his eye-bags are pretty bad.

“Is he avoiding me? I’m confused.” You frown, balled up on Charlie’s bed and feeling very mixed. A little annoyed, a little sad, and alot of worried. Charlie sets down two mugs on his bedside table and sits next to you on the bed. His rests a hand atop of your head and lightly taps it.

“No… I don’t think so. I see him at school and he tries to act normal but even he doesn’t respond to me like that outside of school.” The scowl his face makes has deepened and you’re quick to wrap an arm around his leg in comfort. He lets out a weak smile but it’s quick to fall off his face. “I’m confused too…”

You both stay silent, it’s nearly deafening. “I don’t wanna force him to tell us anything – I mean, he knows he can come to us if he needs it but if he’s really stressed about school maybe we can help give him some space to not think about it. Even if its only for a bit, you know?” Charlie listens to you mumble while tugging at a loose thread on his sweater and nods slowly, eyes lost in thought.

“Should we go somewhere?” He tilts his head back to look at the ceiling before his gaze travels around his room’s walls, hoping to find an inkling of inspection.

“That sounds fine.” The somber feeling in the room lifts a bit when you start to grin. You shift onto your back, raising your right arm in the air and sprawl out your fingers. “We could go out, do something and eat… I kinda wanna stargaze, is that weird?”

He lets out a chuckle, glancing down at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, “Wow, you’re such a romantic, Y/N. I’m shocked.” To which you scoff.

“Well, duh. Who makes all the date plans?”

“Okay, no, that’s because you say we’re bad at planning dates – you refuse us to even be involved.”

“Charlie, Nick brought you to a dog park as a date.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“You both stayed there till nine.”

He full on laughs now, bumping you with his knee and you smack it back in retort. “No judgement though, I would do the same but that was for the whole day! Who stays at a dog park from Eleven to Nine?” He continues to laugh until they turn into giggles.

“Maybe… we’re unique.”

“True that. You didn’t even bring baby Nells, shaking my head.” To put emphasis, you shake your head and your friend has to gasp out for air. “Don’t die, now.”

“Whatever whatever.” He brings his hands to his face and rubs his cheeks in circular motion to calm himself. His face is flushed and he exhales slowly before reaching for his phone. “Do you want your drink?”

You remove your arm from his leg and sit up properly, holding on your hands and he complies, placing the mug between them. “Thank you~” You lean on the wall, flopping your legs onto Charlie’s before crossing them at the ankles – to which he sighs in annoyance and it makes you grin. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m gonna search for places to go that is nearby but not too close… you have a place in mind for stargazing?” He grabs his own mug that is black and littered with yellow stars, how ironic. You nod sleepily, slowly sipping your preferred drink and tap at the cup absentmindedly.

“Yeah, it’s near my house.”

He flicks his eyes towards you for a second.

Then goes back to typing on his phone.

“You mean it is your home.”

“Maybe.”

You smirk, he sighs and you both go back to planning. Nick honestly better be willing to get his ass dragged out of the house by his lovely girlfriend and boyfriend because money is involved and you both would be damned if he just wallows in self despair, alone.

So, that’s what happens, you fill Charlie’s parents in on needing to steal your bestfriend during the weekend and some of the plans involved like a movie night. They agreed to let him stay over for the night but he must call every few hours or atleast text.

Your parents love the boys and were completely down with the idea. Of course you also secretly called Nick’s mum and she had filled you in on a couple things that made you a tad bit more nervous to see your boyfriend.

Seems like your assumption was correct (more like Elle’s). “Lately he’s been talking about colleges, right… he’s planning to go on a trip sometime this month to check them out but he seems stressed, it’s been worrying me. You know though, kids probably don’t want their parents all in their business, haha,” She laughs softly and you can hear running water cut off on her end – probably washing something – “He knows he can come to me so I’m just letting him have his space. It’s lovely you and Charlie want to ease his mind! Glad he’s with and friends with two sweethearts,” This makes your face flare up in embarrassment but your chest puffs with pride.

“Of course, and I know he appreciates you being patient and understanding with him. The thing we don’t wanna do is pressure him… I just hope this can help take his mind off of the stress and you know… relax?” You grimace a bit, tugging at the end of your sleeve as the phone sits between your ear and shoulder.

“I get it, mhm. Thank you, Y/N.” Her voice is still soft but gets even more sincere with a hint of emotion. Had you feeling emotional too.

Saturday is quick to arrive and you stare at your reflection with determination. Brushing down your outfit, you admire your date look a bit more before turning around slowly and snatch your bag off the bed which is filled with random necessities that you may or may not need along with your wallet.

“Alright, Nick Nelson, prepare yourself for the best date you’ll ever be on.” You puff out your cheeks, grab you phone of the charger and exit your room. “I’ll be off, Mother~” You hum once you reach the end of the staircase and spot your Mom on the couch with a paper in hand.

“What is with the formal address?” She chuckles behind her hand, standing up and following you towards the front door. “I’ll see you later tonight with Nick and Charlie, right? Enjoy yourselves.” She smiles, wrapping her arms around your head and you hug her back with a gentle squeeze.

“Oh! Wait.”

She quickly unravels herself from you and speeds down the hall to the kitchen. Your eyes stare down the direction she went for a few seconds before deciding to slip on your shoes.

“Okay, here you go.” You’re standing with the door open by the time she comes back and she gives you a picnic basket. It’s not super big but you have to grab it with two hands. Less from the size, more from the weight.

“Mom. What did you pack in here?” You huff out a laugh, going to open the lid but she stops you.

“No, do not open it. It’s like… a wedding. You can’t see your spouse or it’ll be bad luck!” She speaks with a finger raised and you cock an eyebrow up. Whatever you say, Mom is basically your expression and she seems to notice because she places her hands on her hips with an exasperated look. “Just trust me, I’ve done it before and it was bad luck all day.”

“Mhm, mhm, right.” You nod, half listening and backing up on your porch. She follows, hand on the doorknob with a soft smile and she pinches your cheek with her other hand. “Thanks, I love you.”

“Love you too, honey.” She full on grins now and waves. After your ‘see you later’ promises, you’re quick to dart down the street and across the roads to a nearby park where Charlie said he’d meet you after picking up Nick. It gives you enough time to unload the nice lunch packed for the three of you and hopefully buy some refreshing popsicles or ice creams before they arrive.

Seems like luck is on your side though – maybe your Mom was right – because the minute you finish laying out the huge blanket in a nice shaded area you hear the sound of someone ringing a familiar bell sound. You turn your head so quick it nearly gave you whiplash and your eyes widen at the person walking along the park’s path, pushing a white squared cart decorated with photos of different types of cold treats.

You take your bag and phone, dialing Charlie’s number while speedwalking across the grassy field. It takes two rings before you hear his voice.

“Yes, partner in crime?” His voice comes off as staticky for a moment.

“What the hell are you doin’, your mic is scuffed as hell…”

“I’m walking!” You could imagine the eyeroll Charlie would do and bite your cheek to not laugh.

“Are you with Nick?” You continue to talk but smile in greeting when the ice cream seller stops at you coming over. He says hello and you wave before looking over all the choices on the cart.

“Yes. We’re grabbing drinks right now, you okay?”

“Yeah! I’m at the park, set up the picnic – though the food is still in the basket,” You glance back at your spot and after making sure nothing seems out of the ordinary you look back at the cart. “You remember those ice cream cart things? You want something?”

It’s silent between the two of you as Charlie ponders, in the meantime you point to your desired choice and the guy nods with a smile, opening the ice cream cart before digging around in the pile of cold desserts until he finds the one you want.

“Do they-“ He cuts himself off with a chuckle and you perk up at his voice, “Do they um,” He snorts this time then sighs to calm himself, “The ones with the bubblegum eyes. I wanna try one.”

You laugh a little, thanking the ice cream man as he sets the packaged treat in your hand. “Do you want the sonic one or something?”

“Whatever you spot first or whichever is given. Oh wait- Nick-“ You zone out a bit as he speaks to the blond and point to the blue hedgehog. The ice cream man continues his search. “He said he wants the crybaby ice cream.”

“Oh god.” You sigh in adoration, tilting your head back to the clear blue sky. “Weren’t they, like, terrible the last time we tried them?”

This time you hear Nick’s cheerful voice and he scoffs, “Okay, no. That was because for some weird reason you and Darcy wanted to put warheads into the mix.”

“Thank you,” You say to the nice man, grabbing a ten and a five dollar bill as a tip out of your wallet with a smile. You then put all the treats into your bag along with the wallet, waving the man bye which he returns and goes on his merry way. Your focus goes back to the two boys. “Ah yes, I remember the part where your face went sooo red. Hilarious, I have videos I think.”

He groans in prospect and you hear muffled giggles erupt from Charlie. “Why do you do this to me?”

“What are you talking about?” You tease and he groans again.

Charlie then speaks up, sounding way closer to the phone. “Alright! We’ll see you in two-point-five seconds.” You hum in response and say your goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

You reach the blanket again, flopping on your tush and take the ice creams out, aligning them with precision on top of the picnic basket. Charlie doesn’t disappoint because not two minutes later you see two familiar figures walking down the park path, one of them pointing towards your general direction and ditching the path to the grass.

You could feel your heart pound from… nervousness or excitement? Maybe both and it makes you grin, waving at the two. They get closer and Charlie waves awkwardly with a hand that has a drink in it, to which you notice his other hand also had a drink… and one of Nick’s. The blond’s other hand is carrying headbands of some sort and a bag is hanging off his arm.

“Char told me to get these while we were in the grocery store.” Nick speaks first when they get to you, he lifts the hand with headbands. “I decided not to question it.” You raise your hands and he carefully sets the accessories in them. Ah. Barbie headbands.

“Charlie…” Your brows pinch in amusement but also bewilderment. “What have you decided?”

He chuckles mysteriously, lifting a foot off the ground to point at your hand. “Put those down and take your drink, please. My hands are freezing.”

“Oops.” You comply and take the cup. The two eventual settle down with Nick in the middle and you quietly take a nice sip of the beverages. “Thank you.”

The boys nod and you glance at Nick, noticing the shadows of bags under his eyes. It makes you frown for a second, “So, what am I doing here on this lovely day.” Before you could inquire, Nick speaks up first, eyes shutting in contentment and a pretty smile adoring his face.

You lean back on the palm of your hand, eyeing Charlie and he meets your gaze. “Can we not want to hang out with the one and only, Mr. Nick Nelson?” You speak with a teasing tone, leaning into his side. His smile goes wider and he opens his eyes to meet yours.

“You make me sound like some big shot.”

Your eyes narrow.

“Well it was hard to reach you… so…” His gaze falters along with his smile, nervously tapping the top of his cup. “Not to pressure you, you know that but Charlie and I will always be there to listen if you need it.” You poke his arm gently and you spot Charlie’s hand sliding into Nick’s.

“Yeah.” Charlie nods, squeezing their hands, “But if not, that’s fine too. Y/N and I wanted to just, relax with you. Spend some time together.”

That makes Nick let out a shaky laugh and a wobbly smile. “Thanks.” He pauses. “Really. It’s just been, crazy?” He nibbles at his bottom lip before sighing and flops on his back, leaving his cup between his crossed legs and dragging the two of you down with him – which makes you all share a laugh.

Charlie rests against his boyfriend’s chest – facing his direction and you flip onto your stomach to play with both of their soft locks. “What has?” You ask softly.

He’s silent for a bit, tapping his fingers on your back with his free hand. “I’m not sure, school? Life? …Me? There’s no exact reason, everything just seems to be crashing down in my brain and it’s annoying to say the least.” He sighs heavily, “I’m probably just having that kind of month where everything is just feels like alot.” He frowns and you move the hand in his hair down under his chin, gently squeezing his cheeks and he chuckles.

“That’s perfectly fine, it happens.” You move the hand to trail up the left side of his face and place your palm over his forehead like you’re checking his temperature and it makes Charlie join in, prodding at Nick’s neck gently.

“There’s a lot going through your life right now, perfectly understandable why it feels overwhelming and such. Thank you for talking to us about it.” Charlie speaks softly.

“Of course. I don’t,” Nick pauses, opening his eyes with a flash of worry, “I don’t want it to feel like I’m shutting you both out or anything, or if it feels like you’ve done something wrong. I feel less weird thinking I’m overreacting, haha…” The laugh comes off flat but from the reassuring smiles from his lovers, he feels at ease.

“You’re not.”

“Nuh-uh.” You and Charlie speak simultaneously, denying such thoughts. It makes Nick laugh which sounds less forceful.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to talk about everything right now since I don’t even think I’m done… accessing everything but really, thank you. You both are my anchors.” If you didn’t tear up from that, your heart definitely did. Charlie gets up off Nick, letting go of the blond’s hand and tilts his head back with his hands over his face.

“Same, Charlie.” You cover your own face and lay flat against the blanket.

“I…” Nick trails off with another laugh and he sits back up which catches both of your attention. “Can we eat though, I’m getting a little hungry.” He gives a shy smile and you also sit up.

“Oh shit, what if the ice cream melted?!” This realization has the three of you shooting towards the basket, grabbing the packaged delights and simultaneously sigh in relief. They’re not melted… yet.

“Should we just eat these first and then eat the actual lunch next?” Charlie bites back a laugh, already opening up the plastic and pulling out the bubblegum eye Sonic, wasting no time to put it in his mouth with wide adorning eyes.

You and Nick watch him in amusement before opening your own. “I wanted this lime popsicle they usually sell but there were none.” You sigh before eyeing Nick’s container of airhead ice cream. He opens the top and it reveals the swirls of… red? Or pink and green.

“That’s funny, we saw those while we were at the store. There were these coconut flavors too.” Nick reminisces, plucking the taped but wrapped in it’s own plastic wooden spoon off the side of the ice cream container.

Charlie hums before looking down at the bitten into Sonic, “Why does Sonic have green eyes? Are they actually green?”

You all stay silent.

“I thought they were black or brown?” You speak in confusion.

“Right? Even blue….” Charlie tilts his head.

“Technically all of those are correct though they turn red as well… It’s the different franchises, I guess?” Nick furrows his brows in thought, scooping into his sour treat after freeing the wooden stick and eats away, wincing here and there. You watch with amusement.

The lunch date you can say with absolute certainty was very successful. You all catch up on things that have been going on and different shows you’ve been watching. Sharing ice cream, stuffing yourselves full with your Mom’s cooking – there was even a drink war? All you knew was one minute you were nearly done with your beverage and the next it’s being tossed in Nick’s direction as you try and run away from Charlie’s retort from you getting him seconds before. Ah, can’t forget the classic kisses shared under one of the many trees at the park and the newest photos stored in your ‘Nick & Char ❤️’ album, like the picture of Charlie ‘painting’ Nick’s face with whip cream. Where the fuck did you get whip cream from? Ask your mother.

Around the time you were all packing up, a teenager around your age ran up with their four other friends and inform you there is a nice walking trail – pointing towards the area where the park path splits, one continuing into a circle around the whole field and the other going into an area with rows of trees.

“Y’think we’ll get jumpscared? Like a haunted path or something.” You joked.

“They said there’s a nice stream down the path.” Nick smirks at your joking, placing a hand on your head and you puff out your cheeks, feeling them heat up a bit.

“Ah yes, you can take a nice swim in it when I push you in there, Y/N.” Charlie hums, quick to dart his eyes away when you flip your head in his direction.

“You’re so evil to me?” You watch him with wild eyes, mouth agape and he laughs.

“Do you think we’ll actually able to get in?” Nick ponders and you flip the wild gaze to him now.

“With us three, I’m sure we can pull it off.” Charlie responds with a menacing grin, mischief all up in his eyes and you’re playing ping pong with your eyes, flitting back and forth between them.

“I’m gonna be arrested today, huh…” Your boyfriend and bestfriend just giggle like evil people.

In the end, you three didn’t get in the stream’s water but there were some fishes so you decided to feel them the crust that Charlie didn’t eat from his sandwich and take some more photos. Nick had picked Charlie up bridal-style, getting dangerously close to the water and you record it all.

“Don’t drop me!” Charlie tightens his hold around Nick, fear and excitement in his tone.

“This takes me back to the beach…” Nick ignores his boyfriend’s pleas and spins around carefully.

“Do not reminisce while I’m in your arms, please and thank you?!” He exclaims and it makes you full on laugh, an arm over your stomach while watching the whole exchange happen.

It’s not long before it turns from afternoon to evening, you three return back from the area with Nick and Charlie debating on if they saw a deer or not. Charlie saying it was definitely there and Nick saying it wasn’t there.

“Carl Grimes flashbacks…” You hum and Charlie puts you in a headlock.

“Do not. I will cry right here.” He pouts and pulls at your cheeks, ignoring your protests. Nick watches with a soft gleam in his eyes, rocking the picnic basket back and forth with a hand.

You all walk down the sidewalk side by side once Charlie lets you go, talking about random things before Nick realizes the direction you’re going.

“Are we dropping Y/N off?” He frowns.

It catches you and Charlie off guard. “What? What makes you think that?” You raise an eyebrow. Nick points ahead and your house in slowly coming up in view. Ah.

“Ah.” Charlie speaks your thought and you both share a laugh. “No, we’re not dropping her off.” Charlie stretches his arms with a grunt before eyeing the bag strapped around Nick. “You brought pajamas and clothes for tomorrow, right?”

Nick nods, pursing his lips. “Still confused about that.”

You scoff in amusement and place a hand on your forehead with an endearing smile. “Nick…”

“Don’t worry, you’ll understand soon.” Charlie gives him a thumbs up, paired with a wink before darting ahead of the two of you. Nick flicks his gaze to you in question but you put on an act and shrug.

“What he said,” You pause for a moment, eyes burning into Nick’s, “Do you like stargazing?”

He moves closer to you, closing the gap and tugs your hand in his. The question makes him look up at the sky for a moment. “Mmm. Never tried it before? What counts as stargazing? I’ve… been in the car on trips and looked out the window…?” You give him a perplexed look which he returns.

“Alright, well-“ You chuckle, “That can… technically count? I guess? Just… Yeah.” You give up midway, tugging Nick along when you get closer to the front of your house where Charlie awaits. “You’re on your phone while you’re on a date? Tsk tsk.” You tut your lips in disapproval and Charlie startles.

He rolls his eyes, flipping his phone to the two of you bounding up the steps. “I was texting Saha- oops, hold on-“ He cuts himself off, flipping the phone back around with a nervous smile.

You glance at Nick before moving your hand to cover his eyes with your other hand. He gasps in surprise but doesn’t question it any further, grinning a bit. Facing back to Charlie you mouth the word, ‘Barbie?’ and tilt your head in confusion. He nods.

“You’re silly.” You remove your hand from Nick’s face and flatten your hand, tapping Charlie’s forehead in a chopping motion. He rubs the area with a laugh and you knock on your front door.

“Did you forget your keys?” Nick giggles when you give him a look of shame.

“Maybe.”

Your Mom is quick to open the door, grinning widely. “Welcome back. Hello, Charlie and Nick.” They wave in shyness and she scoots back to let the three of you in. “What’s the plan next, soldier?” She bumps the door closed with her hip and loosely crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at you specifically.

“Gonna go in the back for about an hour…” You trail off, taking your shoes off in the most complicated way. With your feet, or the heels per-say. When you finish you take the basket from Nick and walk to the kitchen with your mom as the boys finish taking off their own shoes. “To stargaze.” You finally finish when Nick’s ears are out of reach.

She pats you on the back with approval, “Attagirl. How was lunch?”

“It was fun! We spoke a bit, ate and went down a trail.” You bounce your head to the side while listening the activities before pausing. “He seems more… energized?” Your lips purse.

“Was that a question?” She leans against the counter, one arm coming out of the self-hug and she combs her hand through your hair. You give her an awkward look and she breathes out a laugh. Tapping the crown of your forehead, she moves away to the fridge with a soft smile. “Well, if he seems to be uplifted,” She eyes you before taking out three water bottles. “That’s great news, no?” Then sets them infront of you on counter.

“You’re right but… I don’t know. I just feel like I can do more,” You huff. “But that’s dumb because of course I can’t, this has to be something Nick figures out and all I can do is support him.”

“Honey, that is doing more for him. Supporting him is the biggest help you can five someone, along with what you’re already doing. Taking him out, letting him have space to clear his mind and being a safe net. Same thing with Charlie, no?“ Her hands latch onto your shoulders and give the muscles a gentle squeeze. “I know it feels like you want to do so much more but, there’s only so much.” You tilt your head back and look up at her with a half-smile before relenting.

“You’re right.”

“A mother is always right.” She lets go and moves towards the stove, giving you a smug side eye… which you return with an unamused eyeroll.

“Yes, yes. My mother is always right. Sometimes.”

“About ninety-nine percent.”

“Ninety-five…” You lift an eyebrow and give her pointed look. She has a spoon in her hand when she looks over you and points it to her chin in thought, it’s just a bit though.

“Ninety-seven. Take it or leave it.”

You scoff in amusement before scooping up the bottles, “Whatever you say, ma’am. We’ll be outside.” She hums in understanding and you exit out the kitchen, walking into the dining room before reaching the living room where the duo waits.

“Pleasure for you to join us.” Charlie smirks and takes two of the bottles from your arms with a nod of thanks.

“Be welcomed.” Nick muses with a grin and cracks open the bottle, taking a quick refreshing sip.

“What is this speech? I hate it.” Your face scrunches up in disgust before gesturing to the sliding glass door. “Shall we?”

“Look who’s doing it now…” Charlie stares at you cheekily. You give him the finger, he returns it.

There are slides in a shoe rack near the door and you three take a pair before stepping out. Nick’s eyes widen in wonder. Your backyard has a big blanket – similar to the one from the picnic – sitting in the middle of the area that has a plot of grass and lanterns that hang off metal rods sit nicely around in the grass that have curves at the end, doing nicely as handles. What surprises you are the little bugs that fly and flicker with a yellow-green gleam in the air.

“Since when do we get fireflies?” You speak first.

“Since forever, Y/N.” Charlie poked your back and you jump, flipping around to get him back but he’s already slipped behind Nick.

“You little…”

“Ah, ah ah, you have to be nice to me.”

“Says who?” He’s being ridiculous.

“Says me. Your bestfriend.” He peaks around Nick’s side – who, mind you, is still focusing on the backyard’s look – with a teasing grin.

“I’mma beat you up.”

“No!” He lets out a laugh when you lunge towards him, twirling out of your reach and running around with you flailing behind.

It felt special to Nick. The orange-red sky turning into it’s pitch dark blue color, stars twinkling down on you three with a full moon bright. His eyes are stuck on his two partners, the fireflies swirling around them out of disturbance but still they still decorate the backyard with green-yellow hues, not ready to leave. He remembers this conversation you had in this backyard a year ago…

“Do you think fireflies come around this area?” You were sitting on a bean bag, legs tucked beneath yourself and were practically sunken into the ‘seat.’ Charlie had insisted you to put it on the concrete side of the backyard so you did and now your face is hidden behind Nick’s switch in your hands.

Speaking of who, Nick is currently soaked wet, wringing out the ends of his shirt and Charlie wraps himself up in a towel. It’s late night, pitch dark but they wanted to play with water balloons and your Mom happened to be out of the house to pick up dinner.

“Maybe…” He leans back to look at the sky. “Why? Do you like fireflies or something?” He looks back down at you. The question has you silent for a couple of beats before you set down the console. He watches you with an amused twinkle in his gaze, puffing out his chest in pride at seeing you in his sweater. Charlie had been wearing it earlier and you both traded before they brought out the balloons.

“I mean, I have never seen any so, maybe, maybe not.” You shrug, unfolding your legs and stretching them out with a groan. Your socked feet slap down against the concrete and you sit up a bit. “Don’t you think they’re kinda special though? My Mom said it’s like they’re glowing up your night, dancing around you and stuff.” You eye the floor. “Appearing on specials occasions like they know,” You lean back into the seat with a sigh, “Said that’s how she got married. Isn’t that crazy?”

Charlie purses his lips, tilting his head to the side before smiling, “Sounds magical. They’re the ‘true love’ bugs.” His smile widens into a grin.

“Exactly!” You snap your fingers with a nod, bumping your heel against the stone pavement.

“I’m sure they do appear out here though, don’t they come out at Midnight?” Charlie shivers while speaking, hugging the towel around himself tighter. You sympathize with a playful grin.

“Maybe. But well, you boys should get inside and warm up. We’ll try next time.”

“Nick! Are you gonna come and lay down?” He snaps out of his head, eyes darting to you and Charlie lying on the blanket though Charlie is trying to tap out from a leg lock you have him in.

He snorts in surprise, not missing a beat and closing the distance. “How the hell did this happen?”

“Nick! Help me~” Charlie wails before pinching your thigh, making you yelp and quickly let go.

“That is cheating!” You exclaim, rubbing your leg with a wince.

“All’s fair in war.” He snickers, reaching a hand out to Nick who takes it and sits down between you two.

It’s a nice silence between the three of you, you’re not sure who laid down first but you eventually followed. Nick has his arms wrapped around the two of you and you’ve glanced up at his face which shows contentment. You even met his gaze while peeking and it caught you off guard with how much his brown orbs were filled with much love and affection.

You reach a hand out towards Charlie and tussle at curls, making him whine in protest but lets you continue anyway. “I’m not good with constellations so you’re not gonna be getting that during this stargaze adventure.” You mumble against Nick with a laugh and it makes the other two chuckle.

“Nah, that’s alright… I’m happy with this…” You and Charlie freeze at how soft Nick’s voice sounds. Serene. Content. More than happy but not quite ecstatic. Filled with much love directed towards the two of you and it has your heart pounding.

You sit up on your elbow, making Nick’s arm slip off of you and he eyes you with suspicion. “Actually…” This would be way more comfortable on your knees so you sit up, tuck your calves beneath you and cuff Charlie’s face into your hands. It’s nearly laugh worthy of how quick his face turns a deep red and how you felt it happen under your touch.

You lean forward, careful not to face-plant into him – that would be awkward… and painful – pressing your lips against him. You both move into a soft but passionate rhythm. Your thumb brushes against his dusted cheeks, pressing hard against his lips one final time before moving back with a dazed grin.

He returns it, chuckling shyly before meeting Charlie’s intense gaze. You choke back a laugh with the swiftness of your friend sliding up a bit, hand softly cupping the side of Nick’s face and sharing their own kiss. Also very slow, and passionate. Your tilt your head up towards your house, eyeing the sliding door and sigh in relief to not see your Mom near it. By the time your gaze returns you’re meeting with the two boys staring at you with flushed faces.

“Oh my god, you’re so red.” You laugh.

“Shut up?” Charlie hands an arm over his face, probably burning up a bit more from the teasing.

The fireflies have died down, some still hanging around but you notice most are gone and a smile tugs at your lips. “Wanna go inside now?”

Charlie removes his arm with a sharp inhale and the two nod. “Do you need to bring the blanket in?” He points to the cloth when you all stand and you’re quick to shake your head.

“Nah. I’ll grab and wash it tomorrow,” You stretch your limbs, hearing some pop. “I need new bones…”

Nick sticks his tongue out in playful disgust, “That sounds horrific.”

“Wouldn’t that be crazy though? If we needed to trade in new bones when we’re old and seniors.”

“Y/N.” Charlie’s eyebrows bend and he grimaces, “Why do you come up with the most freaky scenarios.” It’s not a question.

“Yeah, like the apocalypse one from before.” Nick pitches in with a frown that falters into a smile.

You all step into the living room after you’re done turning off the lanterns and have grabbed your bottles, “Because my brain is so amazing that I just think of things you would never think of.” You make a gesture to your brain before wiggling your fingers like you’ve done a magic trick.

“Or so you say…” Charlie glances somewhere else before meeting your eyes, “Less would never think of more, shouldn’t think of.” He flicks his hand towards you, thumb and index finger out in a finger gun.

“Hey, these could be real life events soon to happen.”

“Yeah the bones theory would happen when we all become immortal.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes.

Then boom, jumpscare. Your Mom appears just as you’re settling on the couch. A screech leaves all of your mouths and she stares in shock with mild confusion and amusement.

“Hello to you three, too.” She giggles, walking over to the glass door, tugging the lock between the handle down and pulls the thick curtains down. “Enjoy stargazing?” She turns back around with a soft smile.

You three shift your gazes away. Apparently it wasn’t just you that still had the intimate moment in the back of your brain, huh? “Yeah, thanks Mom.”

If she noticed the slight awkwardness building up, she doesn’t mention it nor show it and instead clasps her hands together, “That’s wonderful! Dinner is finished so feel free to grab whatever you want. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” She fills you in on her own plan for the night which is pretty much staying in her room so you all have your own time. She then tilts her head, eyes spacing out until she perks up, “And then there’s brownies that are baking, should be finished soon. I set a timer so when you hear it please take it our for me, Y/N.”

You nod before frowning, “Why does it have to be me?” Apparently she didn’t understand from the confusion crossing her face. You then point to Charlie and Nick.

Charlie looks offended, “We are a guest?” but his tone is light.

“You practically live here? Your clothes are in my closet, mind you.” Nick and your Mom choke out a laugh while Charlie flares up, flustered.

“Nick’s are too?!”

“Which is why I included him in my pointing?!”

Two people are bickering, two people laughing at the scene. It doesn’t take long for you Mom to calm you both down, “It doesn’t matter who, it doesn’t matter if it’s all three of you. Please just don’t let them burn.” She chuckles a bit more before rubbing her hand against her collarbone to calm herself, “Have a great time. I’ll be in my room.” You all wave her ‘goodnight’ and she retreats upstairs.

You three share a silence. Then Nick speaks,

“…So what exactly are we doing? It seems you both are full of surprises today,” He wears a teasing look which makes you and Charlie look away.

“Don’t worry about it, mister. You enjoy the ride.” You talk first before nudging Charlie with your leg. “You put the movie on, I’ll go make our plates and...” You eye Nick for a moment not knowing what he should do.

“Nick, I put the backpack in Y/N’s room, could you go get it while we set up? Oh! The headbands too.” Charlie pitches in and grins at the mention of the headbands. You and Nick blink at him before standing up to dart down your own paths.

While you’re making the plates the oven timer does go off. You take a toothpick from one of the drawers, flick on the oven light, open the oven – making you flinch back from the heat – then poke the dark chocolate fudge goodness. It has baked all the way so you grab oven mitts and drag the pan of brownies out of it’s cooker, sets it on the stove and flick turn the oven off.

After making sure everything was set in the kitchen you grab two plates and exit the kitchen, back into the living room where the movie is paused on the TV right before it begins. Charlie stands up and helps grab the two plates, letting you dart back into the kitchen again for the last one just in time for Nick to return.

“Do you want drinks? We got juices, sodas, water, you name it.” You peak your head out behind the dining room wall and the two boys pause midway in putting on the barbie headbands. You bite your lip to hold back a laugh.

“Do you have that tropical mix?” Nick speaks and you nod, he points at you in affirmation of the drink then finishes adjusting the plastic accessory around his hair.

“Root beer, please.” Charlie speaks next before his eyes shine open and wide, “Do you think we can have floats…”

Your eyebrows perk up, “I think we have vanilla? But you’re not getting that till the brownies cool down.”

“Oh, they’re out? Thank Barbie.” He holds his hands up in a prayer.

You stare at him, very much unamused and he gives you a cheeky grin.

“I’ll have tropical juice for now then.”

With a thumbs up you return to the kitchen once more, grabbing three tall glass cups from the cabinet and grab the carton juice out the fridge. You fill up two cups before staring at your own. After deciding your choice of drink, you put everything away and startle while turning around and seeing Nick in the doorway.

“Sorry,” He smiles apologetically, walking up to you and grabbing the cups filled with juice that is his and Charlie’s. He catches you off guard once again, planting a soft kiss on your cheek before bounding off to the living room again.

“What the fuck.” You stand in oblivion, feeling your face heat up. You decide you won’t unpack that tonight, flicking off the kitchen light and rejoining your movie mates.

Nick and Charlie had switched spots to where the blond was in the middle like he had been all day and your boyfriend pats the free spot next to him. You comply, setting your cup on the table while sitting and you lean into Nick with a soft smile.

“You forgot this, kind ma’am.” Charlie grabs the plastic pink band and you lean forward. He puts it on carefully and leans back with a self-satisfied expression, grabbing the remote with a quite cheer. “Are we ready for the best movie night ever?”

You and Nick watch him with amusement, “Yes, Charles, we are.”

“Not Charles, I will fight you.” He shivers at the name.

“You call me Nicholas?” Nick speaks. It makes you laugh.

“It’s your real name.” He grins.

“Is Charles not your real name, Char?” You lift an eyebrow and he rolls his eyes, still wearing the grin.

“No, it is ‘Charlie “Char” Spring’.”

You let out an insufferable sigh.

“Y’know, Y/N has called me ‘Luke’ before.” Nick leans his head back with a scoff. This makes you have a full on belly laugh which makes Charlie react the same way. “Yes, yes laugh it away.” He sighs like he’s in pain.

It takes five minutes to calm down. You wipe a precious tear away, “It was on call too and he hung up. Would not answer for like, an hour.” You inhale deeply at the memory before laughing again.

“Should we start calling him Luke as a nickname?”

“Please, please don’t.” Nick squeezes the arm wrapped around Charlie’s waist with a pleading look.

“Awwe you can’t do that.” He pouts, reaching up to pinch Nick’s face.

“Dho wha?” He sounds funny with Charlie tugging at his face.

“The puppy eyed look. The doe eyes.” You bat your eyelashes at Nick when he eyes you from the corner of his eyes before rolling them.

“We’ve gone all dahy withosut this, nowh yuu wanna shtart?” Now he’s the one doing the insufferable sighing.

“It’s a daily mission.” Charlie nods, a serious expression crossing his looks – putting on an act. He then lets go and grabs the remote again, “Movie time!”

“Movie time!” You cheer afterwards.

You three are silent for a bit as the movie plays, you and Charlie cuddling into Nick. He plants soft kisses down your face and you flush a bit. Then he moves to Charlie, repeating the action, who giggles quietly and eyes Nick with a shy look. It makes you laugh under your breath and Charlie doesn’t miss it, pointing to you with a brow raised and expression saying, ‘Don’t laugh at me when you’re acting the same.’ You look away.

“Hey,” Nick suddenly speaks up and the two of you look over. “Thanks for today. It really helped calm me down…” He continues to train his eyes on the TV but his ears burn from you and Charlie giving him your undivided attention. “And reassured me about a few things…” He purses his lips.

“Reassured?” Charlie asks quietly, as if afraid to make Nick snap his mouth shut and not speak again.

Nick sucks in a breath and you shiver from his fingers crawling up your arm. You watch Charlie lift his own hand and hold the arm wrapped around him.

“Yeah. Since everything felt like it was crashing down, I don’t know. It kinda made me feel… negative? About certain stuff. Between us. Not that I’m not happy, I’m more than thankful to be with you two but just like, how you both felt towards me…” His pursed lips flatten and your brows bend at the way his eyes dim.

“Breaking up with me for example because maybe you felt neglected or such. It made me so scared to think about I stopped responding to both of your messages most of the time and barely wanted to call because you know, what if one day you just went, ‘Yeah I don’t think we should be together,’ such and such.” You both stay quiet to let him speak his mind and you hate that he ever thought such things.

When Nick stays silent you take a sharp inhale, meeting eyes with Charlie’s glossed ones. The sight breaks your heart. “Nick…” You start off carefully and he looks over to you with so much exhaust. Slowly, you cuff his face – the same way you did outside – brushing your thumbs against him cheeks. Your right hand moves down, playfully you press your thumb against his bottom lip and smile gently.

“I’m sorry that you ever felt that way. It’s far from the truth, sweetheart.” He lets out an airy chuckle and you watch with adoration. “Y’know brains come up with the craziest scenarios when you’re stressed and it’s annoying, and stupid.” You huff, left hand moving against his cheek and he leans into the touch. Your thumb and index finger latch onto his ear and you pinch it lightly. “Do you know that, that would never happen unless you came to me asking for such a thing?” You pucker out your lips.

He watches you in a daze before laughing. “Do you know that would never happen?” Then he turns to Charlie with a soft look. “And you, Char?”

Charlie rubs at his reddening eyes and inhales. He then nods, opening his mouth before faltering. You both give him and moment and he closes his eyes in frustration before heaving out a sigh. Concern is evident in both of your expressions but Charlie opens his eyes with a new look of determination, straight at Nick.

He smacks his hands against Nick’s shoulders which makes the latter’s mouth hang open in surprise. “Nick. I love you. A lot. It hurts to know that you were dealing with these emotions, but know I’m not blaming you. How could I? It’s not your fault. Never feel bad for needing to take your time to sort out your own feelings and what’s going on with yourself. We’d never blame you for that because in the end, you know we have you, right?”

Nick nods and you can see his own eyes get glossy as well. Charlie then looks at you, “I love you too, Y/N, don’t tell Tao but you’re my bestfriend.” He chuckles, wiping at his eye again and you wipe at your owns.

“Hey, he can be your guy bestfriend and we wouldn’t have to fight over titles.” You wink, before leaning to Nick and kissing him softly. “I love you both, very much so. I’m glad you were able to talk to us, Nick.”

“Was that your goal today?” He grins in a joking manner, tilting his head in the crook of Charlie’s neck while entangling his fingers with yours.

“Did it work?” Charlie sniffles a bit before laughing. You laugh as well, “This is ridiculous we’re supposed to be watching Barbie and now we’re sobbing.”

“I give up.” You throw your head back, side eyeing the TV.

“Nooo, don’t give up.” Nicks chuckles before sitting upright. “We can still watch… we should probably eat too.” He points to the lonely plates on the table.

“True.” You and Charlie agree. You three take a moment to collect yourselves with a few embarrassed laughs here and there before settling back down.

“What’s in the bag, by the way?” You gesture to the backpack under the coffee table as Charlie rewinds the movie back to the beginning. He glances down.

“Snacks.”

“It’s good.” You hum in approval, taking a bite of your food. The three of you enjoy the movie and dinner, later on making those root beer floats paired with the brownies. Charlie had explained to Nick that he was texting Sahar about the Barbie Movie and she told him she went with Imogen. Apparently, Imogen gives the movie a 2/10 because she messed up her outfit at the theaters.

“That’s terrible.” Nick stares at Charlie in shock but it doesn’t last long with the way his lips curve into a smirk, “That’s not her real rating though, is it?”

“Of course not, she loved it.” Charlie laughs.

You’ve been quiet this whole time but suddenly loll your head to face them. Nick already giving you an exasperated look when you got their attention. “Nick. Your new name in my phone is Ken Nelson.”

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Coincidence

pairing: yandere!nick nelson x male!reader

summary: you used to think it was purely coincidental how nick had always been there to help you. or even just talk. but you soon discover that it may not be a coincidence at all.

warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, blood, murder, harry Greene is a warning himself, homophobia, f slur(I promise I can say it), and violence.

It began a few months ago. And at first it didn’t seem that odd. Nick Nelson being constantly there wherever you were. In fact you found it kind of nice.

You had a big crush on him anyways. You had plenty of opportunities to confess. But your friend Tao is convinced he’s straight and also, a bit odd.

“Okay, you think it’s not weird that he’s like everywhere? Tao scoffed. “This is an all-boys school, Charlie reminded him. “So? What do you think y/n? Tao asked, hoping you’d take his side.

“I’m not that bothered, I appreciate your protectiveness but we don’t even really know each other do we? You say, assuring him it was just strange coincidences that may be a blessing in disguise.

Tao rolled his eyes.”don’t say I didn’t warn you.” And then the rugby game. That obviously was a coincidence but you did know he was great at it. And Charlie your friend was in it so you should support him.

“Y/n, hey! Nick said, over by where you were. They were either done or taking a break. “Hi, You say. You were shy and when a popular guy is talking to you? Yeah you’re a bit nervous.

“It is kind of funny we always run into each other, Nick Joked. You laughed.”Tao thinks it isn’t a coincidence.” Nick laughs nervously which you found weird but brushed it off.

“Y/N! Tao whines. You come back over. “Tao’s being dramatic, again, Elle says. This was the time Higgs and Truham were kind of reunited.

“What about this time? You sigh, while smiling. You didn’t mind your friend being dramatic but sometimes he was a bit too dramatic.

“He thinks that Nick’s like obsessed with you or something, Isaac said. “Oh my god, you laugh, finding it funny.”Tao, you’re being a bit dramatic now don’t you think?”

“I don’t care, I’m just looking out for you, Tao said, crossing his arms. You always looked out for him too. “And I appreciate it so much but trust me on this one, he’s just a friend that I occasionally talk to, You assure him.

“Mhm, Charlie teased.”You definitely like him, y/n.” You smile, you didn’t deny it because at that point it was obvious. Why deny anything?

“You’re not denying it! Elle laughs.”So it’s official, you like rugby king nick nelson.” “Just be a bit quieter, I don’t want the whole world to hear, you say softly.

“Sorry, Elle apologized. “You know what? I’m happy for you, Tao said.”still think there’s something off.” Deep down you felt that too but because you really were into him you ignored those feelings.

But the way he played was really good and he was very, pretty. “You’re staring again aren’t you? Isaac chuckled. You sigh.”fine. I am. But look at him!”

“As your golden straight friend I don’t really see it, Tao said. “Well you aren’t gay! Charlie chuckled.”Y/n has good taste.” They were taking a break so Charlie was chatting with your friends for a bit before being called back over.

He was really good at rugby and you couldn’t be more happier for Charlie. He was becoming well liked though some still made fun of him for being gay. You were also gay and got made fun. That’s the bad part about Truham, homophobes.

Speaking of homophobes, you were preparing to leave the school when Harry and his “Mates” come up to you. “Hey Y/n, I’ve got some questions to ask, He says.

“Um, okay, you reply nervously. “Are you like attracted to any of the guys here? Cause you know, it’s an all boys school, He laughed.

“No, You lied. “Well how’s it like being gay? Harry asked. For someone who was asking sexuality questions it seemed like Harry himself was a homosexual. You wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.

“Or are you just that little fag who likes every guy? Harry said. “Okay, that’s it, you scoff, walking away while he simply laughed at you. You were so annoyed at that point.

You just ignored them at that point. Your walk home wasn’t too far from the school, it was not that much of a walk. But the laughter that was usually so loud stopped.

You could still hear their conversation and at that point mostly everyone had gone home. But your curiosity caught up to you. Besides your sneaking suspicion wanted you to eavesdrop because you also heard Nick pipe in.

“Relax, mate, it was just a joke, you hear Harry say.”And how did you even hear us?” “Well it obviously wasn’t funny to him, especially when you used the f slur, Nick said,

Harry just laughed before saying nick was being sensitive. That’s when you heard someone punch. And you knew it was Nick. He had punched Harry. You thought that’s where it would end. But it didn’t. Not even close. You crept closer and saw the horrific scene.

Nick was definitely punching Harry, who couldn’t even fight back at that point, and his friends had fled in fear you could only assume. Maybe Tao had been right. For once.

You wanted to scream but didn’t. What if he heard you? You decided you had to do the one thing you were horrible at.

Running.

That’s something you and Tao had in common. You both sucked at Running. But you ran anyway. You were going to tell Tao he was right and he may or may not be cocky about it.

You remember all the times that Nick had “helped” you. But now it made sense. He had been following you and maybe was right now.

You run straight home and text your friends immediately that it was an emergency.

And in less than ten minutes, your friend group was over. “So you said this was an emergency, Elle said. “Mhm, you reply, fidgeting with your fingers.

“What is it? I was freaked out, Tao said. “Well uh, Tao was right, you finally say. Everyone’s eyes widen, then look at Tao. And like you expected, a smug look forms for a second then it turns to concern.

“Wait so, he’s obsessed with you? Tao asks. “I just saw him pretty much beat Harry to death, or almost, I ran before I could see if he was dead, You admit.

“It’s over now, y/n, Elle assured you.”I’m sure maybe what you saw was a misunderstanding. There’s no way that Tao was right.”

You nodded. Tao scoffed from Elle’s comment but still as concerned. That thought remained in your min though.

And you wondered, did Nick know you had witnessed most of it?

You hadn’t known him to be violent. No, he was nice and caring. Far from that type but you guessed you didn’t know him that well.

You shuddered.”Wait… I think we’re being watched.” “Huh? What do you mean? Elle asks, you go to your window, looking outside.

Perhaps it was paranoia kicking in but you definitely felt like someone was there. “Y/n…. I… wait, I see someone, Elle said.

“What? Charlie, Isaac and Tao say in unison, jumping up to your window. You could see the person too. “Oh my god. You need to report this, Elle said.

“I… what if they hurt me? You say. "I mean yeah I could fight them off but still!” “No, this is the right thing to do, Elle said.

You sigh. "I guess I’ll do it. Especially since that person is acting like Michael Myers with just standing there staring right at me.” "Your Mum and Dad are home, right? Elle said.

You nodded. Elle replies, grabbing your hand, "Come on. you should tell them. You give in."Okay. I guess." You go downstairs where your mum and dad were.

"mum, dad? you say. "yes? your mother responds. "i think someone is following me, you confess. suddenly, your mother and father look more worried.

"following you? your mother says. "we saw him, miss l/n, Elle pipes in. "We believe you, Your Father said. You sigh of relief. they both hug you. "We should report this, Your Mother suggested.

“We should… but right now we should stay inside, you say shakily.”I don’t really want to go outside.” You didn’t even understand why you were so scared when you could take down the stalker if you really wanted to and were fighting for your life.

“Well then, y/n, maybe stay down here so we can supervise you for now? Your mother said. You nodded.

You hadn’t told them the complete truth. That you knew who your stalker was. It made complete sense to be nick, you just knew it.

#tw yandere #tw obsession #nick nelson x reader #mlm #lgbtq #gay #bisexual #male!reader #yandere heartstopper #yandere nick nelson #male y/n #y/n x character #heartstopper x reader

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arriansarchive · 2 years ago

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Regular Request Rules + NSFW Request Rules

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Do not request the same thing twice

I might add/change more rules and characters as time goes on because I'm forgetful

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Why is my Miles Morales shit post getting reblogged pleeease pick anything other than that

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I will preferably do male reader

I might do gn reader

I won't do female reader so don't ask

I will accept reader being a characters sibling

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I will do romantic female characters

I will do romantic male characters

Reader Rules (smut)

I will do dom!top!reader

I will do sub!top!reader

I will not do sub!bottom!reader

Kink Rules (obviously smut)

I will do degradation

I will not do praise (I'm horrible at it sorry)

I will not do pet names of any kind

I might do other kinks if you specify

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I will not do gn/f

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IT Chapter 1/2

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Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 2 years ago

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Older brother saves the Day

Pairings: Nick Nelson x younger!sister!reader

Requested by: @residentmiyakinnie I’m not sure if this is where to submit but here goes nothing. Could you write a Nick Nelson x younger sister (about 14) reader where she recently had a harsh falling out with a best friend? Thanks in advance 😊

Warnings: mention falling out with friends, a bit of angst, crying, Nick comforting you (that is a warning I swear)

A/N sorry for the wait, but it’s here now, and once more sorry for it being short, but it seemed right to end it there <3

Getting home to walk straight into your room only to cry your heart out on your bed was not how you had imagined the day to go.

It had started out as normal as ever, well except for your best friend ignoring you. You had a fight last week. It seems like your friend didn’t want to get over it. As all week she ignored you. It was now Friday and you had no idea what to actually do. Sure you had some other friends but it wasn’t the same. Your best friend was someone you’d known since kindergarten and now, everything you have ever gone through together is just thrown to the side. Like a bag filled with garbage is tossed away.

Every laugh. The dumb jokes that made you laugh hysterically. The stupid games you came up with that made you laugh until you couldn’t breathe and tears were leaking out of your eyes from happiness. All the roughest times you had together. The crying sessions at eachother houses because school was too much or because of just life in general. Every comforting hug after something bad had happened. Like that one time her cat died. Or that one time when you found out that your parents were getting divorced. The times when you failed something in school or when someone said a mean comment your way. The dancing. The shit talk about other people. Fangirling over your favorite actors. Everything was just gone with a blink of an eye. A week was all it took to tear you down into pieces of broken glass. Pieces of a vase that a child nudged a bit too hard to make it fall.

You had fallen. Hard and fast. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to get a new friend like that. You weren’t sure you wanted to. The betrayal. The ignorance. It was all too much. It made you scream into your pillow as you dunked your head into it. Hot and salty tears ran down your cheeks soaking the bed cover. Angry tears that didn’t seem to stop. Sad thoughts of all the loss.

You hadn’t even noticed when your mom opened the door to ask how your day was. You hadn’t answered then nor when she asked what was wrong. She’d gone to get Nick by then. You’d only heard the door close as footsteps was heard going down the stairs. You’d felt a part of your bed dip down as someone gently put their hand on your back. It was Nick, of course it was. If you didn’t answer to your parents Nick sure as hell would be able to get an answer out of you. He always did.

You tensed for a moment. His hand rubbed your back as sobs racked from your body. The tears still ran down your face, and had caused quite the wet spot on your bed. Soaking the material.

He helped you to sit up. It had taken a while but you did eventually. That was when he saw what a mess you were. Nick asked about it but no answer came except for loud sobs that came from your mouth and made your whole body tremble with sadness and anger.

His arms wrapped around you in desperate need to comfort you. He hated seeing you like this, and he couldn’t even help as he didn’t know what was going on. But to you he always helped even by just giving you a shoulder to cry on, it helped when he whispered that everything was going to be okay.

“What’s going on?” your sobs had slowed down when he asked, making sure that you’d be able to hear what he said, to be able to process what he said. “Y/F/N” Nick’s mind started to wander to every possible reason as to why your best friend would make you cry. He couldn’t come up with anything as the two of you were close, nearly as close as you and Nick are.

“What do you mean?” you started to cry uncontrollably once more, asyou tried to recite what had happened. “Hey, hey, Y/N it’s alright, it’s going to be fine, I promise” Nick hugged you even tighter as you soaked his shirt even more with your tears. “You promise” his hand once more rubbed your back in soothing circles. “I promise, why don’t you hang out with me and my friends for the time being, I know they all love you and definitely won’t mind”

“You sure”

“Hundred percent sure” he smiled as his answers gained a small smile from you.

#x reader #x teen #x teen!reader #x you #heartstopper x teen!reader #nick nelson heartstopper #heartstopper fic #heartstopper x teen #heartstopper x reader #nick nelson x reader #Nick Nelson x teen!reader #Nick Nelson comfort fic #Nick Nelson x sister!reader #Nick Nelson x younger sister

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440mxs-wife · 2 years ago

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It’s About Time

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader, mention/hint of Dean x F!Reader (past). Other Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Clint Barton, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester and Jeremiah Nelson/Demon!Dazon (OMC). Mentioned: Happy Hogan and Bobby Singer.

Word Count: 6456

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, but for the most part, here there be FLUFF. (And maybe some references to “bow-chicka-wow-wow” times, but no smut.)

Summary: The final battle is at hand, with the Demon Dazon making his appearance. Everything seems to be going to plan, until....it doesn’t. A wrinkle in the plan appears from an unexpected source, so you have to think fast. You only hope your hunting skills will be enough to be successful in defeating Dazon and avenging your parents.

A/N: Last part!! It all comes down to the final battle between the Hunters and Avengers vs. the Demons. And of course, there was no way I was going leave this without including a wedding! This has been a fun mini-series to write, but the characters make it so easy. Thank you all so much for joining me on this ride, and hope you like this last part.

A/N 2: You;ll find Part 1, Perfect Timing here, Part 2, Running Out of Time here, Part 3 In the Nick of Time here, and Part 4, Turning Back Time here. Enjoy!

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By the time you and Bucky had joined the gala, it was nearly in full swing. You saw the usual crowd of CEOs and other executives with their wives in attendance, along with some government officials. Some were dancing, others were hanging out at the bar, the buffet table, or bending Tony's ear about something.

Every once in a while, you checked in with your team members through your earpiece to determine if Dazon had made an appearance. So far, no one had seen him, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he showed up. Until then, you'd have to remain on your guard and ready for pretty much anything.

A little over an hour after you and Bucky arrived, you were coming back to the table when you spotted Dazon at the ballroom entrance. He was flanked by the same two bodyguards that had stopped you, Natasha and Wanda outside the clothing store a few days ago. "Heads up, everyone, the Eagle has landed," you murmured into your earpiece.

"Do not engage, repeat, do not engage," Dean commanded. "You're the one he's after, and you need to stay out of his sight," he added.

"Acknowledged, Dean. I'm not going to do anything to make things worse," you retorted.

"Oh, like you did the other day outside the store?" he shot back.

"Hey, let's cut the chatter and keep our focus on the objective," Steve broke in.

"Sorry, Cap," you replied. By this time, you were back to Bucky's side, his arm around you. The smell of his aftershave sent a wave of comfort over you.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Bucky inquired as he kissed that spot behind your ear that he knows can make you weak in the knees. He took a deep breath and caught the scent of his favorite perfume on you, causing him to be the one with possible knee problems.

"I'm fine, just want this to be over and done with already," you muttered. As you scanned the room, a thought occurred to you. Of all your team members, you had yet to see Clint "Hawkeye" Barton. "Hey, has anyone seen Clint yet tonight? Repeat, anyone got eyes on Hawkeye?"

Before anyone could answer, Tony appeared on the stage with a folder in his hand and grabbed the microphone. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for being here tonight. As you know, the Stark Foundation is always looking for opportunities to support the community. The inspiration for tonight's award comes from someone within my own company," he announced.

Tony went on to explain that a scholarship was being created in honor of your parents in the amount of $1million. He mentioned that while you attended college, you took classes within the Foreign Language Department. Since then, the Foreign Language program of your school had received private donations from your parents to keep it afloat. With his help, the scholarship would continue to fund the program for future students of foreign languages.

Tony's eyes roamed the crowd until they landed on yours. He smiled and beckoned you to join him on the stage to accept the award on behalf of your parents. A certificate had been printed for you to present to the dean of your college alma mater.

As soon as you were halfway up to the stage, the lights in the ballroom went out, plunging the entire ballroom into darkness. Realizing that Dazon was finally making his move, Tony shouted, "FRIDAY! Lock down the Tower and seal off this room!"

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When the lights came back up, your upper arms were being gripped by Dazon's guards. But most concerning was that Hawkeye was standing in front of you. He had an arrow in his bow, drawn and aimed straight at your heart. His eyes had flashed completely black, indicating he was being possessed by a demon, confirming your worst fears.

Bucky, Steve and Natasha started to rush towards you and Clint. "WAIT! NO, DON'T! STAY BACK EVERYONE, PLEASE!" you implored. Dazon's guards tightened their hold on your arms, making you wince from the bruises you knew were being inflicted.

Dean and Sam walked slowly over to the table where you and Bucky had been sitting. "Yeah, don't. You'll never reach her in time, and there's a demon controlling Hawkeye right now," Dean carefully explained.

"Excellent advice, Mr. Winchester, and you are exactly correct," Dazon confirmed. "Although, if you care more about your precious archer than this woman, then by all means, keep advancing," he smirked. He sauntered over to where you were being held. "I've been waiting a long time for this, my dear. Your parents caused me no end of trouble by interrupting my plans for a demon army," he remarked.

You lifted your chin in defiance, glaring at Dazon. "My parents were right to put a stop to you all those years ago. The world may be a mess right now, but one thing it doesn't need is another demon trying to rule it," you spat out.

Dazon drew his hand back and slapped you across the cheek, leaving a red mark. Bucky charged at Dazon, intent on making him pay for putting his hand on you. Steve and Natasha were only barely able to hold him back, knowing it would be worse for you if Bucky tried to fight Dazon. You silently communicated to Bucky that you were all right, and to hold on just a little bit longer.

"You know, I think I like this meatsuit. He's durable, in great physical condition, and a captain of industry. Which means I have thousands of loyal employees ready and willing to do whatever I tell them to do. I like it here. I think I'll stick around for awhile, rebuild my army," Dazon mused.

"Now, you know we can't allow you to do that," Dean replied, his M1911A1 pistol raised and pointed at Dazon. In response, Dazon waved his hand and sent Dean flying across the room, crashing into a table covered with empty drink glasses. Dean was a little slow in rising to his feet, but you were more concerned with the gash in his forehead from the impact with the table.

"I don't think you're in any position to stop me, Winchester. None of you are, as a matter of fact," Dazon declared. "It was so easy to get to Mr. Barton here," he motioned in Clint's direction. "Apparently, he forgot to get himself inked, which would've kept my lieutenant, Tarkil, out. But, with no anti-possession symbol, it was like walking through the front door and setting up shop," Dazon gloated.

You turned to Hawkeye, locking your gaze on him. "Clint," you started. "Clint, I know you're still in there, and you're stronger than the demon. You know me, I'm your friend, and I know you don't want to hurt me. Come on Clint, you can do this! Fight it! Kick the demon out!" you shouted.

The grip on his bow and arrow had started to waver and his aim had shifted a little from its original target. He was blinking rapidly and shaking his head as if trying to clear it from the demon residing in his body. Suddenly he dropped his bow and arrow and clutched his head with both hands, roaring in intense agony. The demon was trying to keep control, but you could tell it was rapidly losing ground to Clint, who was getting close to expelling the offending party.

"That's it, Clint, you're doing great, you've almost got him out," you coaxed. Black smoke suddenly erupted from out of Clint's mouth and he dropped to the ground, still alive, but unconscious.

"SILENCE!" Dazon screeched. His hand shot out and grabbed your neck, lifting you off the ground, then he started to squeeze. "You are as troublesome as your parents were, and you know what happened to them," he seethed.

Black spots started appearing in front of you, and were getting larger the harder he gripped your neck. You didn't have much time before you would completely lose consciousness. "Any last words before I finish choking the life out of you, hunter?" he retorted.

"Yes," you managed to whisper. You took a deep breath before uttering what you hoped wouldn't be your final words. "FRIDAY....SMOKE ON THE WATER," you exclaimed.

A puzzled look crossed Dazon's face at your choice of last words. A chime sounded to indicate that FRIDAY had indeed heard your command and began to play the pre-recorded message.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!

A red smoke seeped out of Jeremiah Nelson and floated to the ceiling while his body dropped to the floor, unconscious, but alive. Dazon's spirit tried to escape through the air vent, but was blocked. It tried seeping under the door, which was also blocked. The smoke that was Dazon's spirit began to swirl around on the ceiling, as it was trapped with no meatsuit to wear.

From a nearby table, Sam produced an Enochian puzzle box and opened the lid, which pulled Dazon's spirit in. As soon as the lid to the box was closed, the markings and symbols glowed orange for a few seconds then went dark. Sam took the puzzle box and placed it inside of a bigger box. The larger box had the proper warding and symbols on it to ensure Dazon's permanent captivity.

Once Dazon's spirit was no longer connected to his meatsuit, you were released from his hold and you dropped to the floor. Bucky rushed over to your side and cradled your unconscious form in his arms. "No no no, baby, come on," he crooned. "Please wake up, sweetheart," he pleaded while rocking you back and forth.

Dean knelt down beside you and Bucky, his fingers pressed to your wrist. "She's just unconscious, I can feel her pulse but it's kinda weak," he affirmed.

"Okay, let's get her to the MedBay. FRIDAY, ask Dr. Cho to meet us there so she can check--" Tony started but was interrupted by a groaning noise heard from you.

"My head hurts," you rasped. "Did we get him? Is everybody okay?" you asked through half-lidded eyes.

Bucky breathed a sigh of relief that you had regained consciousness. His right hand cradled your cheek, and when you gazed into his soulful eyes, you could see unshed tears shimmering in them. "Hi," he whispered shakily.

"Hi," you whispered back, then turned to press a kiss to the palm of his hand. Bucky closed his eyes, reveling in your touch. A few tears escaped, which you brushed away with the pad of your thumb before covering his hand on your cheek with your hand. "Is it over?"

Bucky nodded. "It's over. His spirit is trapped inside one box, which Sam put inside another box. Clint's demon is gone, he's being tended to right now," he informed you.

You tried to maneuver yourself to a sitting position so you could then stand up, but your body was still a little weak from the fight with Dazon. Bucky helped you up from the floor and into a nearby chair from one of the dinner tables. He brought you some water to ease the burning in your throat due to the lack of oxygen.

"Tony, everybody, get out of my way, I have to see her," Clint bellowed. He was struggling to escape from Tony and the medical personnel trying to treat him to get to you. As soon as his eyes found you, he ran over to where you were sitting. "Sunshine, I'm so sorry for what happened," he implored. "I can't believe I almost....If I had released...." he trailed off, trying to keep his emotions under control.

You put your hand on Clint's arm and looked him straight in the eyes. "Clint, you have nothing to apologize for. I know that wasn't you in control, because the real you wouldn't have let anything happen to me," you replied.

"I would never," Clint whispered, his bottom lip trembling. "I felt so helpless, I couldn't do anything, couldn't stop any of it from happening."

"I bet it felt like you were in a dream, right? You know, the kind where you scream at the top of your lungs and no one hears you?" you asked, to which he nodded. "Yeah, I've been possessed by a demon before, so I know what it feels like and it sucks," you chuckled. Clint responded with a watery grin. "You're still my friend, Clint, that hasn't changed. I'll follow you into battle any day," you asserted with a smile. The two of you embraced, then Clint allowed himself to be taken to the MedBay to be checked over.

"How about you, pretty girl? You ready to be checked over by Dr. Cho?" Bucky asked.

"I'm fine, James. Nothing a little rest and cuddling with my favorite super soldier wouldn't fix. And if it happens to lead to....'other activities', well....I certainly wouldn't be opposed to it," you added slyly.

Bucky scooped you up in his arms and held you close to his body. "I can certainly manage some cuddling, but I think we should stick to getting some rest. We've had a busy night, solnyshka," he replied with a weary grin.

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Back up in your room, you and Bucky helped each other out of your formal attire and made sure it was all carefully hung up in the closet. After you had changed into pajamas, you climbed in under the sheets and Bucky soon followed. He laid on his back, with one arm curled around you, keeping you close by his side. Your free arm was draped across his midsection, your fingers dancing on and under his T-shirt.

The two of you had been laying in bed together, enjoying each other's presence, when you lifted your head and waited for Bucky to look at you. "Let's get married," you declared.

"What are you talking about, sweetheart? We're already getting married a few months from now," Bucky reminded you.

"I know, but I mean this week. Let's get married this week," you clarified. At the puzzled look on Bucky's face, you continued. "Think about it, James. All of our friends--family, really--they're all already here. That's all we need. I'm sure Tony can pull some strings to expedite the marriage license, but why couldn't we?" you pondered.

The more Bucky thought about it, the more he realized you were right. Neither of you wanted a big, flashy wedding, but one more intimate, only close family and friends. "Okay. Okay, let's do it," he responded with a grin on his handsome face.

"Really?!? You mean it??" you exclaimed, to which he nodded.

"Solnyshka, there is very little in this world I would deny you, and this definitely isn't one of those things. I can tell how important this is to you. If it makes you happy, then who am I to stand in the way of that? Besides, it means I can call you my wife that much sooner," he added with a gentle tap to the end of your nose.

"Oh, James," you whispered, tears prickling behind your eyelids. "I love you so much, and I can't wait to call you my husband," you remarked.

"I love you, my solnyshka," Bucky replied, then rolling over so he was facing you. He started dropping feather-light kisses anywhere he could reach, your cheeks, your neck, eyelids, nose. It was like he was on a mission to leave no inch of your skin untouched by his lips, as if to devour you. Not that you minded in the least.

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It's amazing the amount of stuff that can be done in a short amount of time with an unlimited bank account. Tony was indeed able to call in a favor for nearly every major part of the wedding experience. Whatever you needed, Tony had a connection for it.

Tony was able to get an expedited marriage license for you and Bucky, because one of his friends was a judge. This judge also happened to be at the fundraising gala that night and was a former hunter, long since retired from the life. He was only too happy to grant this favor to Tony in exchange for having saved his life at the gala. The judge even offered to officiate the wedding, to which you and Bucky agreed.

For his part, Bucky chose Steve to be his Best Man, with Sam Wilson as a groomsman, while Thor and Loki were designated as ushers. Knowing how important they are to you, Bucky personally extended an invitation to the Winchesters to be his guests for the wedding. As such, it put them in the front row at the ceremony. At the reception, Sam and Dean had seats near the head table with all the other Avengers.

On your side, you asked Natasha to be your maid of honor, with Wanda as a bridesmaid. Since your father and Uncle Bobby could not do so, you asked Tony if he would walk you down the aisle.

When you asked him, he tried to act like he wasn't emotionally affected by hiding behind his tinted glasses. You could tell he was a little choked up, but you wisely refrained from saying anything out loud. Deep down, you knew he wasn't expecting you to choose him, though he was deeply honored to give you away.

Everyone in the wedding party and the small number of guests were either Avengers or close friends. For this reason, you and Bucky chose to have the ceremony in the Tower Gardens. As such, there was no need for the men to dress in tuxedos, but they did make use of Tony's favorite tailor. Everyone got new suits, including Sam and Dean.

The bridal party once again set out together to find their wedding attire. The bridesmaid and maid of honor dresses you chose were floor-length in navy blue satin with spaghetti straps. They had a racer-back and a mesh criss-cross at the waist.

Your wedding dress was a white, off-the-shoulder ball gown style, with a sweep train and a navy blue and silver beaded sash at the waist. It had metallic appliqués with beads and sequins from top to halfway down the tulle skirt that sparkled when you moved.

The minute you stepped into it, you knew it was the dress. Nat and Wanda's reactions confirmed that you had made the perfect choice. Although you were more comfortable in jeans and a T-shirt, you felt very much like a princess in your dress. You couldn't wait to see Bucky's reaction to you.

As was tradition, the night before the wedding saw you and Bucky sleeping apart. Of course, that didn't stop the two of you from texting each other well into the night. The two of you officially signed off at around 1:00 a.m., with promises to meet each other at the altar.

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The wedding day was a flurry of activity, making sure everything for both sides of the wedding was done perfectly. For the bride's side, that included professionals for hair and makeup. Tony also sent Pepper in to the bridal suite to keep everything organized and running smoothly.

"Okay, something old? Check, I have this locket that once belonged to my mother. Something new? My dress. Something borrowed? Nat's shoes, thank you, love. Something blue? The sash on my dress. And a sixpence for my shoe," you finished, looking around for a penny.

"Here you go," Pepper held out a penny with the current year on it and helped you slip it into your shoe. "You know, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but you threw Tony for a loop when you asked him to give you away," she shared.

"I wondered about that," you murmured. "He tried to hide behind those tinted glasses of his, but I know he wasn't expecting me to ask this of him."

"Yeah, he's tough on the outside like that iron suit he sometimes wears, but inside? He's just a soft marshmallow," Pepper grinned as she shrugged her shoulders.

You giggled at her analogy. "With the penny, that's everything, then. I'm ready to get married now," you affirmed. "How do you think it's going with the guys?" you wondered.

>>>

"Hey, Steve, you've got the rings, right?" Bucky asked his Best Man.

Steve made a show of patting his pockets and looking around like he didn't know where the rings were. "I don't know, Buck, they were just here. I swear I put them in my pocket, but I don't feel them in there right now," Steve replied.

"Aww, you gotta be kiddin' me, Steve! How could you lose the rings? Holding on to the rings was pretty much your only--" Bucky trailed off when he saw his best friend's shoulders shaking from laughing so hard. "Punk," he muttered.

"Just a bit of pre-wedding humor, Buck," Steve remarked.

"Yeah? Well, you nearly gave me a heart attack," Bucky retorted. Then he gave Steve a friendly nudge to let him know all was forgiven. "Wonder how it's going with the girls. 'Specially my bride, I bet she looks just like an angel, Stevie," Bucky mused. "Today's the day I make her my wife."

Steve clapped his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "I know. Let's go get you married, Buck," he grinned.

>>>

Bucky, Steve and Sam made their way to the front of the altar to await the procession of the bridal party. First, Natasha sauntered down the aisle and took her place opposite the groom's party. She flashed a wink at Dean, taking him completely by surprise. Wanda soon followed, filing in behind Natasha.

The music changed to Pachelbel's Canon in D, signaling it was your turn to walk down the aisle towards your groom. You caught Tony just before he took his first step forward. "Sunny? You okay?" he asked.

You flashed him a brilliant smile worthy of your nickname. "I'm perfect, Tony. I'm marrying the love of my life today, and a lot of the thanks goes to you. So thank you, Tony. For everything," you whispered, trying to hold back your tears.

"You're welcome, kid," Tony replied gruffly, his voice thick with emotion. He cleared his throat to disguise his attempt to get his emotions back under wraps. "Let's go get you married, Sunny," he smiled.

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When you took that first step into view of the altar, Bucky's breath was taken away. He already knew you were beautiful, but today, you were exquisite. For him, time seemed to slow down and the rest of the world melted away until it was just the two of you. With each step that brought you closer to him, his smile grew so much, his cheeks felt like they would split open.

The moment your eyes landed on Bucky, his was the only face you saw. No wedding guests on either side of the aisle, no bridesmaids or groomsmen at the front, just your future husband. Every step you took was one towards a life you would share with the man who was your best friend, your lover, your everything. And he would soon be yours, as much as you would be his, as husband and wife.

Once you finally reached the altar, you looked closer and could see there were tears shimmering in Bucky's eyes that had yet to fall. You hoped they were of joy, because it was rare for you to see Bucky cry except under extreme circumstances. Bucky held out his hand to guide you the few extra steps to the altar. As Tony put your hand in Bucky's, he leaned over and said, "Take care of her, Barnes." Bucky nodded in response.

"Hi, sweetheart. You....you look....you do look like an angel," Bucky finally managed.

"Hello, my love. You look more handsome than I've ever seen," you remarked softly.

A rogue tear had broken loose and rolled down Bucky's cheek. You handed your bouquet to Natasha and turned back around to Bucky. With your right hand, you cradled his face and wiped away his tears with your thumbs. Bucky gave a huff of laughter and he smiled. "There it is. That smile I've been missing since we parted last night," you whispered.

"Let's do this, hmm?" Bucky responded with a wink. You nodded, then you both turned your attention to the judge.

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The ceremony was simple, but it was easily the most beautiful, because of the love you and Bucky held for each other. The judge announced that you both had written your own vows, and he invited you to share them with everyone.

"My sweet solnyshka....you are one of the best parts of my life. You accepted me, all of me, even the darkest parts of my life. But that's why I call you 'solnyshka', which means 'sunshine'. It's because you shine your generous, caring heart on me to chase away the darkness. I will love, honor, and definitely cherish you. I will be your shoulder to cry on if or when life overwhelms you. To share in all of your joys and to not be the source of your pain. This I promise to do for the rest of my days," Bucky affirmed. He winked at you and mouthed the words, "your turn".

"My brave sergeant....ever since that first conversation we had in my office about books, I knew how special you were. I had heard about what the hardships you'd experienced in your life. But despite it all, James, you have remained a kind, compassionate, thoughtful man. You are worthy of everything good this world has to offer you. I will love, honor, and definitely cherish you. I will be your safe harbor whenever a storm rises, and mend any parts after it passes. To show you how much you mean to me and to not let you forget it. This I promise to do for the rest of my days," you pledged.

Next came the exchange of rings. This time, Steve did not risk Bucky's ire by pretending he'd forgotten them or couldn't find them. With trembling hands, Bucky slid your wedding band on your left ring finger, then kissed it. You grasped Bucky's wedding band and gave him a wink before slipping it on his left ring finger and kissing it.

"By the power vested in me by the great State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride," the judge announced.

Bucky wasted no time in sweeping you into his arms and giving you that first kiss as a married couple. "I love you, solnyshka," he whispered.

"I love you, James," you responded.

"Ladies and gentlemen: It is my distinct honor to present to you Mr. and Mrs. James Barnes!" the judge proclaimed. The garden erupted into cheers of joy and shouts of congratulations for the new married couple as they walked back up the aisle and into the Tower for the reception.

"Reception is in the first ballroom on the 81st floor, the one right as you step off the elevator," Tony informed the guests.

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After a lavish dinner of prime rib or chicken, with mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables, it was time for toasting the happy couple. Steve went first as Best Man, followed by Natasha as Maid of Honor. Each of the wedding party members, including Thor and Loki, had a chance to offer their congratulations or even words of advice.

Even Tony had a chance at the microphone and after he was finished, he placed it on the table near Sam and Dean's places. The brothers first looked at each other, then at Tony who acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. Sam motioned for Dean to take this opportunity and give his toast. Dean rolled his eyes, but picked up the microphone as he stood from his chair.

"Hey everybody," Dean started, then cleared his throat. "My name's Dean Winchester, I'm pretty new around here, well, I guess so is my brother, Sam. But, we've been friends with the bride for a long time, since we used to work together. I could probably tell you some really good stories, but I think I need a few more drinks for that," he chuckled. A ripple of laughter went through the crowd at his remark, then he continued.

"Her nickname around here is 'Sunshine', which sure fits. At one point, I used to think she and I would end up together, but....guess it wasn't meant to be, not for us anyway," he remarked. Raising his champagne flute to you and Bucky, he continued. "She's an amazing woman, Sergeant Barnes. One of the best. Take care of each other, be there for each other, love each other. Do that, and you'll have it made. To the bride and groom," Dean finished.

Everyone raised their glasses after Dean's speech. Afterwards, you locked eyes with Dean and smiled, then mouthed, "Thank you". You then turned and gave Bucky a lingering kiss on the lips. Tony walked over to Dean's table and retrieved the microphone to make a few announcements. He mentioned that some of the tables would be cleared momentarily so that the dancing could start.

Fortunately, Tony's usual go-to DJ for his parties was available. After the tables were cleared, you and Bucky shared your first dance as a married couple. After that, it was dancing with the parents, but both your parents and Bucky's were gone. So, Tony danced the father part with you, while Pepper danced with Bucky as the mother part.

The DJ played the usual group dances, like the Cha-Cha Slide, the Hokey Pokey, the Electric Slide and even the Chicken Dance. During one of your breaks, you told Natasha how Dean had asked about her the day he showed up at the Tower.

Nat gave you a knowing wink and left you with Bucky, then approached Dean at his table to ask him to dance. You were surprised when he accepted, because the last you knew, thee Dean Winchester did not dance, not even when asked. They danced the end of a fast song, which led into a slow one. At one point, you caught Dean's eye and toasted him with your drink. He gave you the thumbs-up from his hold on Natasha.

After much dancing and champagne drinking, it was time to leave for some alone time with your husband. You and Bucky decided to spend your wedding night in your room in the Tower. Soundproof measures were engaged of course, courtesy of FRIDAY.

When you got to the door, Bucky opened it a crack, then scooped you up into his arms. You let out a shriek of surprise when he cradled you to his chest, then threw your arms around his neck. Once inside, he gently set you back on your feet, but didn't fully release you. He dipped his head towards you and gave you a long, breath-stealing kiss.

You carefully slipped your feet out of Nat's borrowed shoes, groaning in relief. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Bucky staring intently at you, his hands in the pockets of his trousers. "See something you like, Sarge?" you wondered coyly.

Bucky took your hand and tugged you closer then wrapped his arms around you. "You're so beautiful, solnyshka. I can't believe you're finally mine," he murmured.

"I was always yours, James," you remarked, caressing his cheek with your hand. "Now, I can't seem to reach the zipper on the back of my dress. Would you be so kind as to assist me in that task, Mr. Barnes?" you asked innocently, batting your eyes.

"As you wish, Mrs. Barnes," Bucky replied. He placed one hand on your shoulder and with the other, he brushed your hair from your neck. Then he took hold of the zipper tab, slowly dragging it down, wanting to savor every second of undressing his new wife.

Bucky leaned forward and dropped soft kisses to each new inch of skin revealed by the retreating zipper. Once it reached its end, he pushed the dress off your shoulders while you drew your arms out of the sleeves.The fabric and lace pooled at your feet, leaving you in your thigh-high stockings and new lingerie. The item, a white bodysuit with a lace front and cutout in the mid-section, was a gift from your bachelorette party.

"Whoa, baby," Bucky whispered. "Who do I have to thank for this?" he asked.

You giggled at his reaction. "It was a gift from Wanda at my bachelorette party," you explained.

"Definitely have to thank her for this. Now, as much as I like this on you, I'd much rather it was on the floor," he remarked. He curled his pinky finger around one of the straps and gently tugged it down from your shoulder, then repeated the motion on the other side. By the look in his eyes, you were in for one of the best nights of your life, made better because now he was your husband.

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It was late morning the following day before any Avenger or Winchester ventured outside of their rooms. Steve came in first, followed by Sam Wilson, only one of whom was nursing a light hangover. Thor and Loki were next, still feeling the effects of the Asgardian mead they consumed at the wedding reception.

Sam and Dean came in next, followed by Natasha and Wanda. Neither Winchester appeared to be nursing much of a hangover at all, a fact which did not escape attention.

"Wait a minute, hold up," Sam Wilson started. "You two drank the most of all of us, yet you're in here fresh as daisies. What gives?" he demanded, pointing at Dean.

"High alcohol tolerance," Dean responded. "Whiskey, or alcohol in general, is pretty much currency in the hunting world," he explained.

"He's right, Falcon, but even the great Dean Winchester has his limits. Oh, I could tell you some stories," you teased. "Good morning, everyone," you smiled. Bucky appeared a few seconds later, wrapping his arms around you from behind and offering his greetings as well.

"Good morning to you, newlyweds," Natasha replied. "Certainly didn't expect to see you today, if not for a few days at least," she smirked.

"Really, Nat? I certainly didn't expect to see you in a Led Zeppelin T-shirt, either. Particularly because I know exactly where it came from," you responded smugly. Natasha's face flushed a deep red, which left her unable to reply. On your way to make coffee, you affectionately squeezed her shoulder so she knew you were only teasing.

Moments later, Tony appeared with a large envelope in his hand. His face broke out into a smile when he noticed you and Bucky in the kitchen. "Ah, good, you're both here. Although, I must say, I'm a little surprised," he mused. "Anyway, I know you were stressing about the honeymoon, not wanting it to interfere with any missions, so here you go. Two weeks, go, have fun," he said as he handed you the envelope.

Bucky peered over your shoulder as you opened the envelope to find a pair of airline tickets. In addition to the wedding, he had taken care of planning your honeymoon as well. He assured you that it was all arranged and all paid for you and Bucky to take a two-week cruise in the Mediterranean. There were stops in Lisbon, Marseilles, Athens and so many other cities it made your head spin.

"Tony," you breathed. "This is wonderful, it's a dream come true, but it's too much. You already did so much for us as it is," you protested and tried to return the envelope.

Tony held up his hands, refusing to take it back. "Nope, uh-uh, sorry Sunny, but this is non-refundable, so you two had better go get packed. There's a car waiting for you downstairs for Happy to take you to the airport. I'll even let you use my jet to take you to the port where you board the ship," he stated.

You and Bucky looked at each other and decided that yes, this would be the perfect honeymoon. Before you left the kitchen, you threw your arms around Tony's neck. "Thank you, Tony. We'll never forget everything you did for us," you choked out.

"Okay, okay, come on. Go get packed, you don't want to miss your boat," Tony muttered. You disentangled yourself from Tony. Then you grabbed Bucky's hand and practically ran back to your room to pack your bags.

About thirty minutes later, you and Bucky were in the car, waving goodbye to everyone as it pulled away from the curb. Happy drove you around to the private jet terminal, where there was a red carpet leading up to the steps to enter the jet. Two flight attendants greeted you and Bucky and followed you up the stairs into the cabin of the aircraft. They congratulated you on getting married, and you promised to let them know if there was anything more they could do.

Soon after you and Bucky were secured in your seats, the overhead speaker crackled to life, with a pre-flight announcement from the pilot. You smiled as you reached over and took Bucky's hand in yours, intertwining your fingers.

"Good afternoon, this is your captain speaking. We are currently fourth in line for takeoff to your final destination, which we will reach in just under two hours. I would like to wish a sincere congratulations to the new Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. I hope that the two of you will have a wonderful and romantic honeymoon on your Mediterranean cruise. Please relax and enjoy the flight."

As soon as the seat belt sign was off, you grabbed the packet of information that Tony had put together for your honeymoon. "Oh, James, this is going to be so amazing! We have our own private balcony on the ship, right outside our room. There are tours we can take to explore--" Bucky gently interrupted by placing a finger on your lips.

"My love, my darling wife, all of that is wonderful, really. What I'm most looking forward to is the room service available 24/7. Because I don't see us getting out of our room much, at least not the first couple of days," Bucky remarked, an amorous look in his eyes.

"Oh. Well, I can see what you mean, my love. However, I don't think we should spend ALL of our time on the ship. We're going to be stopping in some pretty amazing places," you pointed out.

"Hmm, that may be true, but they're not as amazing as you, sweetheart. By the way, did you know that this jet has a bedroom in the back? Care to join the 'Mile-High Club' with me, Mrs. Barnes?" he grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

You took his hand in yours and started walking towards the back of the plane. "I would, but....I may have some trouble getting out of this dress," you pouted. "Do you suppose you could help me with that, Mr. Barnes?" you batted your eyelashes.

"I'm right behind you," Bucky chuckled. He nudged you forward until you were practically dragging him behind you to the room. Once inside, he closed the door and slid the lock in place. "I love you so much, Mrs. Barnes," he remarked.

"And I love you, Mr. Barnes," you replied.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader x Katie

Rating: Explicit

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You don’t hesitate for a single second. Pushing Katie by her shoulder until her back connects with the wall, trapping her in an open-mouthed kiss, you start to unbutton her blouse, the blue one you love so much. Katie only takes a second or two to catch on and immediately gets to work on the zipper of your pants, pushing back against you with a sigh. Your knuckles brush against her hard nipple and you can’t resist the urge to roll it under the pad of your thumb – her faltering breath is your reward. She gets you back by running her finger along the hem of your underwear, then just beneath it, making you gasp and widen your stance, impatient for her to go lower.

“Eager,” she comments, removing her hand.

“Katie, please.” You sound so desperate that it makes pride sparkle in her eyes.

She leans in close until her mouth is against your ear, tickling you, when she whispers, “Oh no, you don’t get to ask for anything, not after what you did back there.”

You’re breathless when you retort, “What exactly did I do?”

She unzips her skirt and steps out of it before roughly grabbing your wrist and pushing your hand into her panties. You groan when you’re met with heat and wetness, when you feel how soaked she is, when you run your fingers over her clit, between her folds. She rocks against you, chases friction, lets her head fall against your shoulder. A shaking hand finds its way under your shirt, and she cups your breast, squeezing hard. You lean into her touch, pressing her against the wall, trapping her.

“This isn’t just him, you know,” she whispers, then sighs when one of your fingers slips into her. “This is also you.” She swallows hard. “I want … I want …”

Before she can finish the sentence, a broad hand closes around your wrist and pulls. Katie makes a sound akin to a sob at the loss but doesn’t fight it.

“I said undress,” Javi presses, making you take a step back.

You pull your shirt over your head, then drop it to the floor.

“Good,” he observes with a nod.

Katie unhooks her bra and lets it fall, which earns her an appreciative glance from Javi. “Can I touch her?” she asks.

Javi cocks his head to the side, considering her request, but then shakes his head. “No, there will be enough time for that later. Go lie on the bed next to each other.”

You both take your time undressing, you with unsure hands while your thoughts race in every possible direction this could go in. Katie, her chin raised in defiance, steals a glance at you whenever she can, heat in her eyes, and you want her to know how much she turns you on, how much you want her, but you don’t dare defy Javi again. He’s right … there will be enough time for that later.

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by Jami_e29

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I'm an experienced freelance writer and editor so you can trust my work.

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No matter how bad you think your kink is, I've probably read something similar to it.

Please contact me, I'm home from school and have nothing to do rn.

Words: 150, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Sherlock (TV), Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), The Social Network (2010), X-Men: First Class (Comics), X-Men - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Heartstopper (TV), The Beatles (Band), Encanto (2021), Hannibal (TV), One Direction (Band), Teen Wolf (TV), Squid Game (TV 2021), James Bond (Craig Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Endverse Castiel (Supernatural), Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charlie Spring, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, John Lennon, Paul McCartney

Relationships: Harry Potter - Relationship, Castiel/Dean Winchester, John Lennon/Paul McCartney, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow, Ali Abdul/Cho Sangwoo, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

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Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, M/M

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Sibling power.

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

Trigger warnings: talks of sexual identity and coming out.

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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.

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wqxianwriting · 1 year ago

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Maybe f!reader is a tomboy (hate that phrase… dresses traditionally masc and bummy almost always?) and has to dress up for an event with Nick (or maybe both of the boys doesn’t matter). And it’s not like she doesn’t know how to dress fem and do make up and hair, she actually can do it very well, she just doesn’t bother lol. But what would the reaction to see her looking like a fem queen for the first time be?

Just wrote things on my mind 😔💜 he’s adorable he loves you very much. | Headcanons w a scenario!

Nick Nelson:

Excuse him as he picks his jaw up off the floor, gets up off his knees after they collapsed and as he goes ahead to order a new heart because honestly. He just died.

Alright first off, he doesn’t mind what you wear of course, as long as you’re comfortable and nobody is forcing you to be who you’re not/force you to wear things you’re not okay being in

I think he’d be a liiitle conflicted seeing you awaken into your divine form, let me explain:

Number One: He’s seen you in traditional masc looks that he thinks, “??? Is someone forcing you to do this?” and it triggers that LITERAL feral mode so you’d have to calm him down.

Number Two: You next have to deal with him hovering over you while you’re doing your makeup because not only is he fascinated he just can’t help take his eyes off of you – as if he does on any other occasion but don’t say anything.

Number Three: He will plead to hold you like right as soon as you’re about to leave to the event 💀 “Hold on… you mean no cuddles before you leave?” ,, “Nick. I have five minutes to run to this event.” ,, “Let me drive you?” 🥺 PLEADE?

Adding on the fact he’s absolutely adoring you while you expertly put on the makeup he asks you questions like, “Do you typically like wearing more traditional feminine things?”, “Does it make you uncomfortable?”, etc etc

He kind of thinks of you as a new person but not in the sense he treats you differently from before, he just wants to brush up on some boundaries, ya know?

TEACH HIM HOW TO DO YOUR HAIR AND MAKEUP LIKE HE WOULD MELT 🥹

For some reason he has a suit in your closet? So while you’re combing through your hair, you see his silhouette peek out behind your door through your vanity. “Nick, honey, what are you doing?”

He laughs suspiciously before widening the door, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his chin up. In all his glory stands Mr. Nelson, in a classic black and white suit. He wiggles his eyebrows at you and, “Allow me to be your king for the evening, My Queen.” He then awkwardly bows.

It takes every part of you not to laugh nor yeet your comb at him. “What…” Is all you manage to squeak out.

He then walks over to you, guiding the hand that was tangled in your locks into his own. He wraps his other hand around your waist, very much giggly. “I love this look.” He plants a soft kiss on your forehead and it makes you flustered right off the bat.

“Really?” He nods in affirmation, twirling you around your bedroom and admiring the way your dress flans out before resting back down against your legs.

He rocks you back and forth, sometimes giving you a spin. “Do you not like wearing dresses and makeup? Is this your first time looking this way and you’re just a first time expert at everything?” He jokes but you hear the curiosity in his words.

“Not very often, if at all, really. Special events if they require it.” You toss your comb on the bed before wrapping your arm around his neck. “And maybe I am, but not in this case. Sometimes I wanna wear makeup or just mess around with it so I’ve practiced here and there.”

He pauses.

“Wait have you been wearing makeup some of the times I’ve seen you and I’ve never noticed?!”

Your grin. “Maybe.” He scoffs and sighs in self-disappointment. “Why?” You pull him closer and give him a peck on the lips.

“Because? Isn’t that something I should notice?” You raise an eyebrow and he continues, “I don’t want you to feel as if your efforts are wasted by me not noticing.”

“Nick, if I ever feel like dressing up it’s not necessary for you to notice every bit of detail. I’m content lazing around like a bum without all the fancies.” He laughs at your words, “Though, seeing your reaction to this look definitely makes me think I should try a few other things someday~”

“That sounds sooo suspicious…” Nick narrows his eyes at you but you can see the faint blush on his cheeks. “Can I try helping you with your makeup or hair someday?”

This surprises you and you crack a grin. “Would you like to be my test dummy as well?”

“What?!”

“Well as my boyfriend, I think that’s an unspoken rule, no? Let your girlfriend give you a makeover, mhm.” You nod like it’s law.

“I’ve never heard of such a thing?”

“Well yeah, I said it’s unspoken for a reason.”

He looks so done with you.

In the end though, days you do feel like wearing things a little more feminine he goes shopping with you for different clothes, accessories, even those damn hair rollers.

99.9% gonna be confused as hell but he’s got the spirit and loves coming up to you with different things expressing how good you’d look thought he sneaks a cheesy comment, “You’d look stunning in anything.” With a shrug.

Takes every FIBER AND MUSCLE in your limbs to not jump this man with an uproar of kisses in the middle of the freaking store.

Either way he loves anything you wear even if you showed up one day to his house in a trash bag. He loves anything you do with your hair and look, hoping you feel satisfied in the results yourself.

(Also please bring him to that event you’re going to, he wants to show you off pspspsps like YEAH that’s my lover mhm, yeah I know she looks like a goddess. Did you know she did this herself? A professional? She might as well be. – drag him off before he can continue LMAOO)

Side note: Nick tries to act like he’s some posh fancy little man so, he’s insufferable with his… whatever you wanna call this; “Ah yes dear, this dress looks absolutely divine on you, though you look exquisite everyday.” or acts like the two of you are royalty. Just a silly little guy. That is indeed your boyfriend.

(It’s a great distraction he loves to do if you’re not typically comfortable dressing up more feminine when the time comes)

ALSO COMPLETELY RANDOM but if you’re not comfortable wearing traditional feminine clothing I… LMAOO he would absolutely be the type of significant other that wears them along with you. You buy a new skirt (just for it to be locked away with the others fr) and he’s in the room when you open the package, right

He’s like, “Why don’t you try it on?”

You explain why before pointing to the drawer at the bottom of your dresser before tugging it open and wow! So many damn skirts lmao, majority were given to you by some of the girls you know that say they didn’t wanna throw them away but weren’t wearing them anymore so it’s your responsibility now 😁🥰

He asks if he can grab one, you shrug in confusion and he takes one. Five minutes later, explain to me why you’re both standing infront of your body mirror, both bare legged but twisting around in the skirts. You both don’t look bad 😌 Like Nick would say, you look absolutely divine.

In conclusion, he loves when you dress up and is absolutely starstruck by the different attires you wear but he’s faaaar from giving up on your usual style. He cheers you on when you go out of your comfort zone – or even if it is in your comfort zone and you just don’t want to wear such things frequently, he’s still cheering you on!

He admires the way you’re very precise with your makeup, he admires how you style your hair and he carries the days you decorate your strands with different accessories (like flowers or clips etc) deep within his heart and don’t even get him started on your outfits. Even when you’re not dolled up he always thought your sense of style was really nice and even asks you often to help buy some more clothes for him or help pick out things to wear, aha.

I’m sure we all expected it but no matter what you look like he thinks you’re absolutely talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, beautiful, gorgeous, charming, admirable, stunni-

cOUGH. anyways

#heartstopper x reader #heartstopper x fem reader #heartstopper x fem!reader #heartstopper x f!reader #nick nelson x fem reader #nick nelson x f!reader #nick nelson x fem!reader #he’s obsessed #.abriefnirvana #.brainrotting #.headcanons #.my writing

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stony-ao3-feed · 3 years ago

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by Jami_e29

Just as the title says, if you're looking for a new beta reader or editor for your fanfics, I'm here. Contact me @hrleily on Twitter or [email protected]

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Words: 150, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, M/M

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe, Smut, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Not Beta Read, Age Difference, Age Regression/De-Aging, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

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440mxs-wife · 2 years ago

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Turning Back Time

Word Count: 7497

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mention of reader’s parents’ death, Jealous!Dean, Protective!Bucky, mention of Reader’s past as a hunter, a little bit of reader self-doubt. Slight angst, but still has a good amount of FLUFF.

Summary: Your past has finally caught up with you. The last case your parents worked on was apparently unresolved at the time of their deaths. That means the demon they were hunting is looking for revenge, and has decided you make a great target. Now all you have to do is explain the hunting world to your fiancé and your friends, then hope they will believe you and will help you.

A/N: So here we are at the cross-over, which took on a mind of its own. I don’t think I’ve written anything this fast in a long time, if ever. It got to be so long I split it into two parts, and I swear this will be the last of this series. I’ve had a lot of fun writing it, though, and hope you will enjoy it as well. Thank you!

A/N 2: You can catch up on Part 1, Perfect Timing here, Part 2, Running Out of Time here and Part 3 In the Nick of Time here. Enjoy!

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"You guys can't be here, Dean," you informed him.

"Wait a minute. Just hear us out, please. If you don't like what we have to say, then we'll leave," Sam promised.

"I already know I'm not going to like what you have to say, Sam. I left you guys years ago. I didn't want to be a full-time hunter, but got caught up in your crusade after my parents died. But listen to me when I say this. I'M. OUT. I got out, and I'm staying out. I have a good life here, great friends, an amazing job. I have a man who loves me and wants to marry me," you explained, holding up your left hand.

"Is there some kind of problem here?" you heard Bucky say from behind you. He slipped his arm around your waist from behind. The move was both possessive and to show Sam and Dean you were his. Bucky's eyes searched yours as you looked up to him. "Sweetheart? Who are these guys?" he asked.

"Old friends, James. They were passing through town, heard I was here and decided to stop by and see me. Now that they've seen me, they are leaving," you gritted out the last word through clenched teeth.

"We have something important to tell you, and we're not leaving until we do," Dean retorted.

Now it was Steve's turn. He stepped in front of you and Bucky, arms folded across his chest. "If the lady said you're leaving, then you're leaving," he remarked with his "Captain's voice".

"I think that's for her to decide, isn't it?" Dean snarked back.

"Dude, that's Captain America," Sam hissed. "I don't think you should push the issue any further," he warned.

Dean scoffed then took a closer look. "Wait a minute, you ARE Cap--you know Captain America??" Dean exclaimed, whirling around to face you.

You rolled your eyes at his sudden change in attitude from tough guy to fanboy. "Yes, Dean. He happens to be my fiancé's best friend. C-can we please move this away from the press and out of the lobby to one of the conference rooms upstairs? Something tells me there's going to be some 'splaining to do on both sides," you muttered.

"That's a good idea," Steve agreed. "FRIDAY, will you please assemble all available Avengers to Conference Room 3 for an emergency meeting?" he called.

"Right away, Captain Rogers," the AI responded.

"That is so cool," Dean grinned.

"Dean, please don't embarrass me," Sam pleaded. "We came here because you said you had important information about her parents. We're about to drop a pretty significant bomb here, one that could seriously disrupt her life. Focus on why we're here, and don't geek out," Sam ordered.

"Fine, have it your way, Sam," Dean grumbled. "I'm not gonna 'geek out'. 'Sides, if anyone's the 'geek' here, it's you, Sammy," he muttered under his breath.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

In the ascending elevator, Bucky kept you close to his side, always maintaining some sort of contact between you. He wanted there to be no question that the two of you were together, regardless of whatever there used to be between you and the Winchesters. As you exited the elevator, you took Bucky's hand in yours, interlacing your fingers.

You looked inside the conference room to see that Wanda, Natasha, Tony, Thor, Loki, Sam and even Clint were all seated. Steve motioned for Sam and Dean to head in before him, but he was close behind. Before you and Bucky entered the room, you tugged on his hand to pull him back.

"James," you started, locking your gaze on his concerned eyes. "There might be some things said in there that may be difficult or even impossible to hear. Or believe for that matter," you mumbled. "And it's not that I would intentionally keep anything from you, but--" Bucky stopped your rambling with a finger to your lips.

"Baby, baby, shh. You have nothing to worry about. I trust that if you haven't told me something, it's because you didn't think it was a big enough deal. I don't for one second think that you're trying to hide anything," Bucky assured you.

"I only hope that after you hear what's going to come out in there, that you'll still want to be with me. That....you'll still want to marry me," you whispered, tears threatening.

Bucky cradled your face with his right hand and you covered his hand with yours, almost desperately clinging to it. "When I said 'I love you', I meant that I love all of you, same as you've pledged to me. Every part, the past, the present and definitely the future, which includes our wedding and marriage. Now let's get in there and get this over with before Tony pops a blood vessel or something," he winked.

"I love you so much, James," you replied.

"And I love you, sweet girl," he returned. You shared a lingering kiss that was interrupted by Sam "The Falcon" Wilson obnoxiously knocking on the window. Bucky glared at Sam, then you and Bucky walked into the room, hand in hand. The two of you took the last unoccupied chairs at the head of the long conference table.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Would someone please tell me who these guys are, and exactly what they're doing here?" Tony demanded.

Before Dean could interject, you cleared your throat. "I can answer that, Tony. This is Dean Winchester, and his younger brother, Sam Winchester." Each man waved as his name was given, and you asked for the other Avengers to at least give their names.

You took a deep breath before continuing. "You've all heard of ghosts, witches, ghouls, werewolves, vampires?" you asked, pleased to see everyone nodding. "Well, they're not just campfire stories, those monsters and so many others are real. These two hunt them, and for a short time, so did I," you explained.

Instead of outbursts of disbelief, your friends looked around at each other before looking back to you. Natasha was the first to speak. "Is that it?" she wondered. "I mean, no offense Sunshine, but we have two Asgardian gods on the team and two super soldiers from the 1940's. We also have the Scarlet Witch, the Falcon, Hawkeye, me, and a billionaire in a red and gold tin can that bankrolls the whole thing. A couple of ghosts or vampires aren't really all that unusual, sweetie," she smirked.

Natasha's statement provided some tension relief, as you let out a breath that you didn't realize you were holding. To your left, you felt Bucky squeeze your hand in silent support. You smiled at seeing only love and understanding in his eyes. "Okay, let's dive right in, then. According to my family history, I am descended from a long line of hunters, some as far back as the Revolutionary War, or before."

Since it seemed everyone was still listening, you continued. "My parents were also hunters, and when I turned 16, they decided to teach me the basics of how to defend myself. I learned how to get rid of ghosts and other spirits, took out a werewolf, even a vampire or two."

"That's my girl," Bucky murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Your cheeks grew warm at Bucky's show of affection. "Anyway, when I turned 18, my parents told me I could choose between being a full-time hunter or going to college. They had a family friend, Bobby Singer, who agreed to take me in and train me to be a full-fledged hunter, if that was what I wanted. I didn't want that life, so I chose college."

"Sooooo, then how did you meet the flannel-jockeys?" Tony asked.

The younger Winchester raised his hand. "If I may? Dean and I have been hunters since we were kids. Our dad dragged us all over the country, seeking revenge for the demon who killed our mom when Dean was four years old, and I was six months," Sam disclosed. "Along the way, we helped some other people and kept on doing it even after we lost our dad."

"We usually find our cases online, and this one happened to come up on her campus. The three of us met over a case involving a vengeful spirit. That's a ghost that for whatever reason can't or won't 'cross over'. Anyway, it was terrorizing a certain section in the campus library, one where the deceased caught her boyfriend cheating on her. Anyone who tried to take a book out of that section didn't come back out," Dean revealed.

"By the time these two showed up, it had just claimed my roommate's friend as the latest victim. I researched it, figured out who the spirit was, and what object she was connected to. Once we destroyed the item that was keeping her here, the case was closed," you explained.

"How long were you a hunter with these guys?" Steve asked.

"A couple of years," you replied. "A few months after I graduated, I got word from Uncle Bobby that my parents died on the job. They had been tracking this big demon named Dazon, who was recruiting followers by the hundreds.

"Even though I'd just lost my parents, I didn't want any other family to go through what I did. So, I trained with Bobby, Sam, and Dean and became a hunter," you answered then narrowed your eyes. "Now. What I want to know is, what exactly was your purpose in coming here?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other in silent communication. You rolled your eyes in exasperation and pointed an accusing finger at the Winchesters. "Come on guys, stop that! It's always been annoying when you guys do that! If you've got something to say, then just say it, all right? Otherwise I will have you thrown out of the building," you threatened.

Dean held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. On our last hunt, we ran across a demon that knew about your parents' last case and their final battle with Dazon," he remarked. "He said that whatever happened before wasn't over yet, and that Dazon would have his revenge."

You stood up from your chair and braced yourself on the table in front of you as you searched your memory. "But Dean, you know as well as anyone that demons lie. And my dad took Dazon out first, while at the same time, one of his followers went after my mom. Another one ambushed Dad shortly afterwards and killed him while he was trying to save Mom," you replied, then paused to think for a moment. "Wait, Dazon is dead, so what does he have to do with why you're here?" you inquired.

Sam gave Dean an uneasy look, like he didn't want to have to tell you something. Dean rolled his eyes at his brother then turned to face you. "We have reason to believe that Dazon smoked out of his meatsuit just before your dad delivered the final blow. Which means--"

"Oh my....which means Dazon is not dead, and he's probably coming after me in revenge, since my parents are already gone," you whispered. The realization seemed to hit you like a freight train, causing your knees to buckle. Bucky reached out and caught you before you could fall to the floor.

"Any other shocking revelations, guys?!? I think it's time for you to be leaving," Bucky snapped. He guided you to sitting in your chair again, then turned his worried baby blues on you. "Baby, are you okay? Here, drink some water," he soothed, holding out an open bottle of water for you.

You took the offered drink and smiled weakly at your fiancé. "I'm okay, James," you answered wearily, carefully laying a hand aside his cheek, drawing him close to touch your forehead to his. "It's not their fault, they're just the messengers. It's a lot to take in all at once, my past coming back around." Looking at the Winchesters, you asked, "You guys got somewhere to stay?"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dean watched with twinges of jealousy as Bucky comforted you after the shocking news about your parents was delivered. Back when you were hunting together, he was the one looking after you, providing comfort when things went wrong. He cleared his throat before answering. "Um, no, we came straight here, but I'm sure we can find somewhere else to crash," he responded.

"James? Tony? Can I please talk to you guys outside?" you asked, motioning with your head. Both men agreed, and you rose carefully from your chair and walked out into the hallway. "I know this is a lot to ask of both of you, but is there an unoccupied room or two somewhere in the Tower? Only until we can sort this out," you hastily added.

"For them?" Tony exclaimed in surprise, eyebrows raised.

"Sweetheart, I know they're old friends of yours, but is this really a good idea?" Bucky wondered.

"If Dazon is intent on coming after me for revenge, which I'm sure he is, he could capture one or both of the Winchesters to draw me out. They're used to sleeping in crappy motels, but those don't provide a lot of security, if any, and I know they'd be protected here," you pointed out.

"That makes sense, I can see where that might happen. Any idea how to go about resolving this 'demon' situation?" Tony asked.

"I have some ideas, some of which may involve Stark Tech to gain the advantage. When I was hunting, it was a seriously low-tech approach. Salt and gasoline for burning bones, silver knives, daggers dipped in lamb's blood. Demons are trickier, though. You fight them with holy water and an exorcism spell to save the possessed person. If it all goes sideways and you can't save the possessed person, you have to use a demon blade. Sends the demon straight back to Hell," you explained.

"That is seriously low-tech," Tony muttered.

"Guys, I have to do this. Not only to avenge my parents, although that is an added bonus. But if I don't stand and fight now, Dazon will keep coming after me. Sooner or later, he'll take out someone else I love," you pleaded.

Bucky curled his arm around you and pulled you close to his side. "How do you always manage to get caught up in stuff like this?" he mumbled into the top of your head. "First, it was you rescuing me from HYDRA and Zalinsky, now this," he remarked.

"At least our marriage won't be boring," you quipped then turned serious. "I know, James, and I don't like it any more than you do. However, I'll have you by my side, and I like our odds a whole lot better that way," you affirmed.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Before going back in, Tony scrolled through his tablet and found that there was an unoccupied room for the Winchesters to bunk in. It was at the far end of the floor below yours and Bucky's shared room. As eager as he was to show off his Stark Tech capabilities, Tony made sure to restrict Sam and Dean's access to their room and the common areas.

The three of you re-entered the conference room and informed the Winchesters of their new, but very temporary, accommodations. You also arranged for a space for the Impala in the Tower's parking garage. The last thing anyone needed was for the NYPD to go snooping around and discover what's in the trunk. Once all arrangements were made, the meeting was adjourned.

As you walked out, Dean caught your arm. "Hey, what's the status with the redhead? The one with the short hair, is she, uh, seeing anyone?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

You snorted, realizing who he was talking about. "You mean Natasha?" you asked, to which he nodded. You threw your head back in laughter. "Oh, Dean, no. She will chew you up and spit you out. Nat is so out of your league, you're not even playing the same sport," you remarked.

"Never mind all that, just answer the question. Is. she. single. If she is, don't worry. I can take it from there," he assured you while winking at Nat.

You held up your hands in surrender. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. I'll tell her what floor you're on and what room you're in. After that, it's up to you Romeo," you replied.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The first order of business was to provide the basics of hunting for Bucky and the other Avengers. In your room, you dug through to the back of your closet to find a box you thought you'd never open again. It was a wooden box, covered in symbols for protection of the contents, mostly words in Enochian carved by Castiel.

Inside this box was your leather-bound Hunter's Journal, given to you by your parents when you turned 16. It contained notes of monsters you'd encountered and how you defeated them. You set it aside to make photocopies of the pages or for Tony to make electronic copies. The more information you could provide to your friends, the better you would feel if something happened while you weren't around.

Also in the box were your weapons. There were blades forged from different metals, such as iron, silver, or whatever the Angel Blade was made of. Each blade's shape and length were for a specific type of creature, whether a vampire, werewolf, demon, angel, or even an archangel. The box also had shotgun shells filled with rock salt for ghosts, and bullets with symbols carved into them for witches and demons.

You were inspecting the blade of your machete to determine if it needed to be sharpened, when you sensed a presence behind you. Gripping your blade's handle in both hands and interlocking your fingers, you whipped around and prepared to swing. When you came face-to-face with your fiancé, you stopped before you could follow through. Breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush, you relaxed and slowly lowered your blade.

"Whoa, doll! It's just me," Bucky exclaimed. "Wait, is that a machete?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's for slicing the heads off of vampires. Only way to kill 'em," you added.

"What, no wooden stake through the heart? A garlic necklace to keep zem from sucking ze blood from your neck, pretty girl?" he growled playfully. Right after that, he attached his lips to your neck and sucked a mark into it, causing you to break out into laughter.

"James!" you giggled, trying to get him to stop pretending to be a vampire, but failing miserably.

Bucky finally relented and released your neck from his mouth but kept you held firmly to his body. "But dahling, I vant to taste your blood. I'm sure it's just as sveet as you are, my love," Bucky teased. "Soon you vill be my bride, and ve vill live forever!" he proclaimed with a flourishing wave of his hand.

"Oh, my darling Count Buckula, I dream of ze day you vill make me your bride. Zen ve vill be togezer forever, and nozing vould make me happier," you remarked dramatically. You cradled his face in your hands and stared into the depths of his ocean-colored eyes. The longer you gazed into them, the more in love with him you fell. You couldn't help the smile that grew across your face.

"What are you thinking about that's got you so happy, hmm?" he wondered.

"Thinkin' about you. How happy I am to be with you, that I can call you mine," you answered. "How I'll soon be Mrs. Barnes," you added shyly.

"I am yours, doll. Have been for a long time, will be forever," Bucky remarked. "And I can't wait for the day I call you my wife," he affirmed.

"And I am yours, James. Now and forevermore," you echoed.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Up in their room, Sam was in the process of unpacking, while Dean was making full use of the luxurious shower. Twenty minutes later, Dean came out of the steam-filled bathroom, a towel slung around his waist. "Sammy, the water in there is the perfect temperature and the pressure is phenomenal," Dean grinned.

"It ought to be," Sam remarked. "Stark probably figured out a way to get optimal water pressure while using the least amount of water to do it," he gushed. "The guy's a freaking genius, just like his father was."

"Well, hopefully he's got something that can help us fight Dazon. Otherwise, we'll have to do things the old-fashioned way," Dean replied. After a beat or two, he asked quietly, "Do you think she's happy here?"

Sam sat up in bed, turning to face his brother. "Yeah sure, Dean, of course she is. She's happier than I've ever seen her. Look, whatever she's got going on here, it's good for her. Come on, you know she's not meant to be a hunter on a full-time basis. Not like us," he added wistfully.

"Yeah, I know. I mean, she has the motivation, revenge for her parents' deaths. But beyond that, she's better off helping people her way, from here, with her superhero friends," Dean commented. "I just....I miss her."

Sam chuckled lightly. "So do I, Dean. I miss arguing with her about Star Wars vs. Star Trek, and she was damn good at the research. I bet you miss the apple pies she used to make," he taunted.

"Oh, Sammy, don't get me started thinking on that," Dean groaned. Before he could say anything else, there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Dean called out.

"It's me, you jerks, let me in," you retorted teasingly.

Dean crossed the room to open the door for you. He had dried off and changed into his pajama pants, but he had yet to put on a shirt. Droplets of water from his wet hair trickled down his neck and onto his bare chest. It was a sight that used to drive you crazy about him, but now your thirst was instead quenched by a certain super soldier.

After closing the door, Dean took up a seat on the couch at the opposite end of where you were sitting. "Hey, thanks for getting us this room. Better than some 'no-tell motel'," Sam grinned. "Dean's already used the shower, which means he may never leave," he chuckled.

"You're welcome, guys. Wow, it's been awhile since I've been down this hall," you remarked as your eyes roamed the space. "I think these might be employee quarters. Sometimes people get so caught up in projects that they forget to stop working, so they crash here," you explained.

"So what do you do here? You know, when you're not cozying up to your sergeant fiancé," Dean asked. He was trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice, but wasn't quite as successful as he'd hoped.

"I used to work in the office filing after-mission reports, and that's where I met James," you mentioned with a shy smile. You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of your fiancé. "After awhile, I asked Tony for a new assignment, and he moved me up to Communications. Whenever James or any of the others go out on a mission, I am their eyes and ears, making sure they get out in one piece," you explained.

"That's great, you always did have good instincts. The team is lucky to have you, and congratulations to you and Sgt. Barnes on your engagement," Sam expressed. "You deserve to be happy, and it looks like you've found it here."

"Yeah, if you're happy, then we're happy for you, sweetheart. Even if we didn't exactly work out, as long as Sgt. Barnes treats you well, that's all that matters," Dean affirmed.

"Thank you both," you replied. "It means a lot. And James treats me very well, so you have nothing to worry about there. Aside from you guys, everyone here is my family. In that respect, I'm lucky," you remarked.

"Good, because I wouldn't want to have to kick anyone's ass," Dean grumbled. Realizing what he just said, Dean broke out into laughter at the absurdity of his promise to kick some Avenger ass. You and Sam joined in, which seemed to break up any lingering tension in the room.

"All right, now that we've gotten the chick-flick stuff out of the way, I wanted to let you guys know there's a strategy meeting. Tomorrow at 10 a.m., we'll meet in the same conference room as today. We need to come up with a plan for how to take down Dazon. I think it's better if we can control where the final battle goes down. Hopefully we can minimize civilian casualties, and keep things mostly under wraps. Sound good?" you asked.

Sam and Dean nodded in agreement, and you stood up from the couch. They both walked you to the door and each man gave you a hug. Dean lingered by the door a little longer, while Sam headed to the bathroom for his turn at the "amazing shower". "It's great to see you again, sweetheart," Dean affirmed. "Just wish it was under better circumstances," he lamented.

"I know what you mean. I'm hoping you and Sam will be able to attend the wedding, but I understand if not," you mentioned. "Well, I'd better let you guys get some rest. Let me know if you need anything." You pulled Dean into another hug before heading back down the hall.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," Dean whispered as he watched you walk away.

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The next morning, you and Bucky were making breakfast for anyone who wanted it. Pancakes and bacon, along with scrambled eggs with ham, veggies and cheese were the order of the day. Dean stumbled in first, in search of coffee. He was mumbling something about his "health-nut brother" going for a run with Steve.

While you were flipping pancakes, Natasha and Wanda filed in, so you asked Nat to help Dean find a clean coffee cup. You joked that no one should try to deal with Dean prior to his first cup of coffee, not unless they are prepared to face his wrath. Loki snorted at the idea, which earned him a deathly glare from the eldest Winchester. Thankfully opting to not engage at the moment, Loki set about the task of brewing his usual morning tea.

"So what's on the schedule today?" Sam Wilson asked around a bite of pancake.

"Today is strategizing. I have a couple of ideas on how to draw Dazon out into the open, make him find us instead of the other way around," you explained while you fixed your plate. "Meeting's at 10 a.m., Conference Room #3, on the 76th floor." Dean nodded as Steve and the younger Winchester finally filtered into the kitchen to grab some post-run breakfast.

"Wow, Sunshine, this looks amazing, thank you," Steve remarked.

"You're welcome, Stevie. Remember--meeting. Ten a.m. Don't forget," you replied. He gave you a mock salute and resumed filling his plate.

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Later that morning, you and Bucky had arrived at the conference room. You got there fairly early, mostly because you wanted to check over all of the material. It was likely that there would be questions from the group, and you wanted to be ready for them.

Bucky watched as your eyes darted back and forth across the page. He knew you were nervous about revisiting this part of your life again, and with so many people as a witness. Bucky vowed to himself that he would stand and fight by your side, no matter what. In a show of support, he reached over and squeezed your hand, earning him a soft smile from you in return.

Steve was the first to arrive in the conference room, about fifteen minutes early. He took his seat next to Bucky and looked over at you. "How's she doin'?" he asked quietly.

"'Bout as well as you'd expect, not that she'll ever show how nervous she is, though," he murmured.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that. I hope she knows that everyone's behind her, 10,000%. Whatever she needs, we'll be there, till the end of the line," Steve affirmed.

"She knows, Stevie, but I'll make sure to tell her anyway," Bucky replied with a small smile.

The rest of the Avengers and then the Winchesters filed into the room and took their respective seats. As soon as everyone was assembled, you stood from your chair and gave everyone a smile. "Good morning, all. Thank you for joining us today and for agreeing to help us figure a way out of this problem," you remarked.

"Don't worry, Solarbaby, we've got your back. Whatever you need, say the word and it's yours," Tony added.

"Thank you, Tony. This is very important: what we say in here STAYS in here. We can't take the chance that any part of our plan leaks out and gives Dazon the upper hand. A demon can possess anyone and take over their bodies. That is, unless you have an anti-possession tattoo like the Winchesters and I have. Dean, will you show everyone what yours looks like?" you asked.

Dean stood up from his chair near you then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it to the side. It showed a pentacle with a circle around it and flames on each of the pentacle's five sides. "As long as you have this symbol on your body, and intact, you cannot be possessed," Dean pointed out.

"So, Sunshine, when you gonna show us yours?" Sam Wilson smirked.

"Mind your business, Birdbrain," Bucky growled. He'd seen your tattoo many times before, and he wasn't interested in sharing its location with just anyone, let alone everyone.

"All you need to know, Falcon, is that I have one, and mine is perfectly intact," you glared.

"If you'll permit me, dear Sunny? I believe that with my magic, I can ensure that everyone will wear this protection symbol," Loki volunteered.

You nodded your head in agreement. "Thank you, Loki, I appreciate it." After everyone agreed to be tattooed, you presented your idea for drawing Dazon out of hiding.

It was decided that Tony would release through the media that he is holding a fundraising gala. At the event, he would announce that a scholarship was being created in your parents' name. Tony would give a speech, and you would present a certificate in the amount of $1million to the dean of your college.

"Whoever Dazon is possessing at the moment is likely to be someone of influence. Partly because he is a leader, and partly because he's that full of himself," you muttered. "Therefore, he is almost certain to attend the gala," you suggested.

After deciding on the set-up for luring Dazon to the Tower, you moved on to explain how to identify and trap a demon. You also had FRIDAY programmed with the exorcism chant and a code phrase to activate it, should everyone else be incapacitated.

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During the next couple of weeks, the Tower was a flurry of activity in preparation for the fundraising gala. Sam and Dean were still trying to track down who Dazon might be possessing, to know who to watch for. Three days before the gala, they caught a break on Dazon's identity.

"Cas said his sources told him that Dazon was possessing Jeremiah Nelson, of Nelson Technologies, Inc. Some of his VP's have noticed some erratic behavior in recent board meetings. One of the administrative assistants thought she saw his eyes flash black, but wouldn't swear to it," Dean reported.

"Oh, great," you muttered sarcastically. "Nelson Technologies Inc. is the main competitor to Stark Industries," you sighed. "I'll let Tony and everyone else know, though, so we can keep an eye on Mr. Nelson. Next time you see Cas, will you please tell him I said 'thank you'?" you asked.

"Sure. He uh, asked if you would be coming back to hunt with us again. He really misses you," Dean disclosed.

"Dean, we've been through this," you started. "My life is here, in the Tower. I'm happy where I am," you replied.

"We were happy together once, too, you know," he countered.

You crossed over to where he was standing and put a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, Dean. We were happy together, once. And even though I will always love you, I'm not in love with you anymore," you explained softly.

He dropped his gaze and paused for a moment to let your words sink in. "I know, sweetheart. It's just a little difficult because Sammy and I miss you so much. But, I can tell that you belong here, doing what you do. Bucky, Steve, and everyone else, they're your family. I'm glad that you have that," Dean remarked.

"Come on, Dean, you guys are my family too. You and Sam are just the family that I don't get to see very often, that's all. But when I do get to see you, it's almost always a good time," you grinned.

Dean chuckled softly. "Yeah, we're like those weird cousins or something that everybody has such fun with," he added.

"Exactly!" you exclaimed then looked at your watch. "Hey, listen, I've got to head out. I'm supposed to go shopping with Nat and Wanda to pick out a dress for the gala. Speaking of which, I'll let Tony know you guys need tuxes, and he'll recommend someone for you," you promised. "See you later!" you called over your shoulder.

"See you later, sweetheart," Dean muttered under his breath.

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Shopping with the Black Widow and the Scarlet Witch was nothing to be taken lightly. Tony's oldest and most trusted friend, Happy Hogan, was nice enough to be your driver for the day. He was patient enough to take you to as many stores as you wanted. You returned the favor by buying him lunch and a blended coffee drink from the shop next door.

You found the perfect dress and accessories for the gala in the fourth store. When you exited the building, a black limousine that wasn't there when you went in was parked and waiting outside. The car's occupant was casually leaning against the rear passenger door as if he had nothing better to do than wait for the three of you.

As soon as you saw the man standing by the car, you stopped in your tracks. The man was none other than Jeremiah Nelson, who you knew was being possessed by Dazon. "Good afternoon, ladies," he called out.

"Keep walking, girls," you murmured to Natasha and Wanda. You explained who he is, and they agreed that now was not the time for a confrontation.

"Aw, now that's not very polite to walk away and ignore me," he growled the last part. Two of his men were soon standing in front of you, blocking your path. You watched as Jeremiah/Dazon strode confidently towards you, not stopping until he was towering above you. "Guess I should know better than to expect better manners from your kind," he muttered.

"And what kind is that?" you retorted, defiantly glaring him in the eye.

"You're a member of Stark's organization. It's no secret that he's cocky, reckless and self-centered, and also believes himself to be untouchable," Jeremiah/Dazon smirked.

"Careful, because those are some of the same things that could be said about you. Lately, though, you could add 'erratic behavior' and 'questionable decisions' to that list," you taunted. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we're due back at Stark Tower to help prepare for the fundraising gala this weekend," you retorted.

"Ah yes, Stark's favorite reason to throw a party, not that he ever seems to need one. He'd throw a party to celebrate the opening of an envelope. However, I do hope you'll be there my dear," he leered. "I look forward to seeing you there in your new gown," he remarked, gesturing towards the garment bag on your arm.

"And what about it?" you shot back.

"I'm sure you'd look lovely if it were in hunter green," he murmured. Jeremiah/Dazon gestured with his eyes for his men to return with him to the limousine. It wasn't until it pulled away from the curb that you felt able to properly breathe.

"We need to get back to the Tower," you whispered. You frantically looked around for Happy and the car that brought you and the girls to the shops. Finally your eyes landed on where the car was parked and you began rushing towards it, almost at a run. Natasha and Wanda were able to keep up, but they wondered why you were in such a hurry.

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Once inside the car, you were trying like crazy to regain control of your breathing. Wanda held your hand, patting the back of it to get you to calm down, while Natasha was on her phone. By her conversation, you could tell she was talking to Bucky. You heard him say he would be waiting for you out in front of the Tower. As much as you hadn't wanted to worry him, you also knew you needed to feel the safety of his arms around you.

About ten minutes later, Happy pulled up in front of the Tower on 45th Street. The door opened and Bucky stuck his head in. "Sweetheart?" he asked as he extended his hand to help you out of the car. You grabbed onto his hand like a lifeline as you nearly scrambled to exit the vehicle. As soon as your feet hit the pavement, Bucky wrapped his arms around you and held you close to his body.

"Shh, baby, it's okay," he soothed. "You're safe here, with me. 'M not gonna let anything hurt you," he crooned.

"'M sorry, James. I didn't want to worry you," you mumbled against his chest.

"Darlin', I love you. That means, no matter what, I'm going to worry about you for one reason or another," Bucky revealed. "Now, let's go inside and we can talk about this, mkay?" he suggested.

You nodded, then turned back towards the car in time to see Natasha and Wanda carrying your shopping bags. Bucky guided you towards the entrance to the Tower and over to the elevators. Once inside, Bucky's arm temporarily released you so that he could take your bags from the girls. When they split off to their rooms, you and Bucky continued to your shared room.

As soon as you walked in, Alpine was there to greet you by rubbing against your legs. "Hello, pretty girl, did you miss me?" you asked before stooping down and picking her up. You walked over to the bed and gently released Alpine before you maneuvered into a sitting position on the bed.

Bucky hung your garment bag on a hook on your side of the closet, then placed the other bags on the floor of the closet. He wandered across the room and over to the bed, climbing up on it to sit next to you. "Hey there, baby," he murmured softly. Bucky curled his arm around your back and the other around your front, caging you in. He drew you close to his right side, so you rested your head on his shoulder. "What happened today, love? Somethin' spooked ya, and if you want to talk about it, I'm here," he affirmed.

You took a deep breath before answering. "It was Dazon. He was waiting outside when we came out of the last store. We tried to walk away, but his goons stopped us from doing that. Words were exchanged and he mentioned something about my gown and hunter green. He knows, James. He knows about my past as a hunter," you choked out as a tear slid down your cheek.

Bucky tightened his hold on you a little and started gently rocking you back and forth. "Hey now, it's going to be all right, sweetheart. Everybody's behind you in this thing, whatever you need," he reminded you.

You leaned back to gaze into his warm blue eyes. "I know that, but it's not why I'm upset. I'm not afraid for me, James. I'm afraid for everyone who's involved in this plan. You, Stevie, both Sams, Dean, Tash, all of you could really get hurt if something goes wrong," you remarked.

Bucky guided your head back to rest on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. "Then we'll just have to make sure that nothing goes wrong, hmm?" he replied. "Remember, you said you liked the odds a whole lot better with me by your side, right?" he asked and you hummed in response. "Well, by your side is where I'll be, till the end of the line," he promised.

"Okay, James. By each other's side, till the end of the line," you replied softly. "I love you."

"I love you too, babygirl," he responded.

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The morning of the gala, you held a final mission prep meeting to make sure that everything was in place. Based on your chance encounter with him, you confirmed that Dazon would be "wearing" Jeremiah Nelson to the party. Everyone knew of him through Tony's business dealings with him, so you all knew who to watch out for.

Sam and Dean assured you that the ballroom had been sufficiently prepped and decorated. Devils' Traps had been placed in various locations in the ballroom. Lastly, you checked the exorcism recording with FRIDAY to make sure each word was clearly pronounced.

"Okay, I think that about does it, everyone take a break till it's time to get dressed for the party," you commanded.

Bucky came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle and rested his chin on your shoulder. "That means you too, solnyshka," he murmured in your ear.

"I know, James, and I'll go. I was thinking of first getting a quick sandwich from the kitchen, then heading to our room for a nap. Care to join me, my love?" you asked.

"Hmm. I'm sure I could be persuaded to do that. Tell you what--I'll go get the sandwiches while you go to our room and get all comfy for a nap. Give me about 10-15 minutes, and I'll meet you there, okay?" he suggested.

You turned around in his hold so that you were facing him. Placing one hand on his cheek, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his in a slow, sensual kiss, full of your desire for him. "I'll be waiting, but please don't be too long," you urged.

"Yes, ma'am," he returned as he recaptured your lips with his own, leaving you breathless when the kiss broke.

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A few hours later, you were getting ready for the gala, by applying your makeup and styling your hair. While you were in the bathroom, you heard noises of frustration coming from your bedroom. "James? Are you all right, love? You sound a little upset out there," you observed.

"I can't get the bow right on my stupid tie. Every time I think I've got it, one side of the bow ends up bigger than the other, so it's uneven," he grumbled.

"I'm almost done in here and then I'll be out there to help you, my love," you promised with a light chuckle. When you stepped out of the bathroom, you were fiddling with your right earring. You were wearing a floor-length formal gown made of gold tulle, with a V-neck and short but slightly poofy short sleeves. On your feet, you wore a pair of gold pumps with straps woven across the top of the shoe.

Bucky was sitting on the edge at the foot of the bed, dressed in a classic black tuxedo with a white button-down shirt. He was leaning back on one elbow, but as soon as he heard the rustle of fabric from your gown, he sat straight up and watched intently as you padded over to him. His eyes grew wide but never left your form as they roamed freely up and down your body. "Ohhhhh, my Solnyshka," he whispered. "You are the embodiment of sunshine, delivered to me in its most perfect form, and all mine," he remarked with awe.

You felt your cheeks grow warm and your gaze dropped to the floor at such close scrutiny, even from the man you love. "Thank you, James," you replied shyly. "You're looking rather dashing yourself, my darling. Shall we see what we can do about this tie?" you asked.

Bucky reached out his hand, which he used to twirl you around once before pulling you closer to step between his legs. In his other hand, he held out the offending piece of fabric that needed to be twisted and formed to become his bow tie to complete his tuxedo.

As your fingers worked the strip of silk into the right shape and even on both sides, Bucky kept his hands on your hips. His thumbs rubbed small circles, the heat from which you felt through the multiple layers of fabric for your gown. When your task was complete, you placed your hands on either side of his neck, your thumbs tracing his jawline. "All finished, my love, and perfect as always. No woman shall be able to resist you," you remarked with a sweet smile.

"Well, I'm only interested in one woman, and even she knows resistance is futile," he smirked, taking your hands in his. You threw your head back and laughed at his comment, then dropped your head to meet his gaze. "I love to hear you laugh. It's one of my favorite sounds in the world, plus, I would do anything to keep a smile on your face," he replied. He brushed his lips across the backs of your hands to emphasize his point. "Shall we, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Absolutely, James," you answered. You curled your hand around his offered elbow and he led the two of you to the gala and the battle that awaited you.

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