#Nick Nelson fluff

[sexysirius]

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GIF is not mine. Credits to whoever made it.

Summary: you and Nick have a star gazing date

Pairing: Nick x gender neutral reader

Word count: 596

Warnings: Nothing except so much fluff that might cause diabetes :p

Type: Fluff fluff and more fluff

Nick’s GCSE exams have just ended and both of you wanted to celebrate. It took Nick less than a minute to come up with this idea since he knows how much you loved stars and constellations.

You met at around 6:30 pm at James park. You’d planned it as a picnic and star gazing date. You’d brought some sandwiches and orange juice and laid it out on the classic red and white checkered cloth which was laid out on the grass. Nick had brought some chocolate chip cookies which you love so much.

Nick was sitting upright with his back rested along the bark of a tree lazily moving his fingers across your hair. You were lying down with your head rested on his legs.

“You really love my curls, don’t you?” You asked when the pink tint on his cheeks became evident.

“As a matter of fact I do, as much as you love me speaking French.” He said with a smug grin .

“I do not..I mean it’s good to hear you speak french I mean your French is good…the grammar and fluency…” you were stuttering at this point and you knew it

“Aww, no need to get all worked up, mon amour” he said with a smirk which turned into a full blown laughter.

“Nick Nelson, are you laughing at me?” You asked as you got up to sit upright facing him.

“Oh love, I love how you love my French.” he said pulling you towards him and making you sit on his lap.

You blushed fiercely and it only made him laugh more and god was it adorable.

You put your arms around his neck and you laid your head on his shoulder. You wanted to do this and be this for the rest of your lives and you knew it.

It was around 8pm when you were able to trace the stars to form the constellations.

You were able to make out Rigel, Bellatrix, Betelgeuse and Saiph which made a rough rectangular shape.

“Look that is Rigel and to the left, the brightest one is Saiph. Now travel upwards along Saiph and the next brightest star is Betelgeuse and now go right and you’ll find Bellatrix which is not that much bright but these 4 form the rough rectangular shape.” You took a piece of paper and drew a rough diagram as you saw on the sky and Nick was able to spot it immediately. You went onto explain Orion’s Belt and stars thereby tracing the path along the infamous Orion constellation.

You were able to identify the Pictor constellation and the three stars forming it- alpha, beta and delta pictoris with beta being the brightest.

“Are you feeling bored?” You asked look at Nick.

“No, absolutely not. I’m just amazed at how much you know about stars and constellations and now I’m completely understanding your obsession with Sirius Orion Black.” He said with a laugh.

“Well, he is the brightest star in the sky with a doomed life and if that isn’t ironical I don’t know what is.”

“I know y/n. It’s almost like it makes sense for his ending to be like that you know.” He said thinking more about the topic

“Yeah, that’s what makes it even more interesting.”

You and Nick lay beside one another and were spotting constellations and lazily playing with each other’s fingers for a long time and it felt like home. Nick felt like home.

“I love you” you whispered in his ear before snuggling into him.

“I love you too” he said holding onto you.

A/N: So yes I am obsessed with Sirius black if it’s not evident from this fic.

[buckslafdhoodie]

THIS GIF IS MAKING ME ACT UP—

As a touch starved person, seeing this sort of casual physical touch is literally life changing. IT’S SO SWEET AND INTIMATE IN A NON-SEXUAL, NON-ROMANTIC WAY.

Two people who are content enough to just be physical with no preconceived notions or anything is such a special phenomenon fr.

[male-fictioner]

Heartstopper

Nick Nelson

Charlie Spring

[trumpkinhotboy]

Never alone

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

Type: requested

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

Word count: approx 700

Requests: open! for heartstopper, twilight wolfpack and narnia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A crack in her mask. A second to falter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[giggly-squiggily]

For the event, I love the hc that Nick has such a ticklish tummy. It just always keeps him in a stream of happy giggles and Charlie absolutely loves it. 💖 Raspberries/Kisses on his stomach kill him though- Charlie takes advantage of that all the time because he also knows how much Nick loves hates it 😌 Hope you’re doing well and take all the time you need! 💖

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

*sobs* Nick and Charlie!!! On my god, I love them so much!!! These two are beyond adorable, so any chance I get to write for them is a good day! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D Have a great day and take care! :3

CW: Mentions of weight and weight loss, body image

“I’m getting kinda chubby.” Nick mused out loud one afternoon, patting his belly as he laid beside his boyfriend. “Maybe I should start doing sit ups.”

“Nooo!” Charlie gasped out, throwing himself across Nick’s torso protectively. “I love your chub! It’s so soft and squishy!” He buried his face in it, nuzzling about and making Nick squirm. “I mean- if you really want to trim up, I support you- but I’ll miss you being all cuddly!”

“Ahehehehehhee! Mahahhaybe I’ll stahahhahay like this for awhihiihihle!” The blonde giggled out, gently pushing at Charlie’s shoulders as the other continued pressing his face against his skin, easily nosing his shirt out of the way. “Cahhahahhaharlie, coohohohme on! Stahhahahap thahhahhahat!”

“Do you really want me to stop?” He asked, waiting for a proper answer. When none came, he grinned, going back to nuzzling, adding a few kisses in between. “Thought so! You love it when I tickle you here, don’t you? I know I love it- you get all giggly and blushy!”

“Lihiihiihhike yohooohohohu dohoohohohoho?” The bigger boy wheezed out, all but squealing when Charlie blew a raspberry. “Chahahhaharlie! Chahahhaharlie, I’m shahahaharry! I tahahahahake it bahahhack! I taahhahake it bahahhaack- Gehahahahahahaha!”

“That’s what I thought!” Charlie laughed against him, stopping his tickles to give his boyfriend a much needed break. “You’re so ticklish here! How did I not know this sooner?”

“Ahehehe…hehehe…probably cause I’m always tickling you before you get a chance.” Nick laughed, pulling Charlie up by his jumper. Really, he should say his jumper, given how much Charlie loves borrowing them. Once he was close enough, he kissed him. “Hello there.” He smiled when they pulled away.

“Hello to you too.” Charlie giggled, cheeks pink and eyes warm. He tucked himself against Nick’s chest, snuggling in for another hour or so of cuddles. “Really though- whatever you want to do with your body, I support it. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to get trim. I love you just the way you are.”

“Pfft- thank you.” Nick laughed, playing with his hair. “We’ve got a while until Rugby starts up again. Enjoy my chub while you can, Char.”

“Oh I definitely will.” Charlie nuzzled his chest, giggling when he felt Nick shake with mirth beneath him.

[undeadbetareads]

I just finished Our Flag Means Death, and I think my self hatred runs deeper than I thought. I believe my next binge will be watching Heartstopper again since I at least know what's coming and know it doesn't end in tragedy like ofmd or Good Omens lol

[springingintoactionandwriting]

I'll wait for your love.

A fanfic I started 3 months ago that I have truly enjoyed working on and sharing but didn't have socials to connect with some or most of my readers. So, this will be my place to give updates/answer questions/etc.

I hope to see some of you who have been following the story from the beginning here, and for those that are new to the story over there! With all the love x.

[soothinglee]

part 2 of your tao fic slow train when the friend group plan on introducing the reader to the rest and tao and the reader get talking again?

ofc don’t do this if you don’t want to❤️

slow train part 2 | tao xu x reader

summary: you reconnect with tao after a lot of persuasion, a new chapter in a growing friendship emerges.

warnings: none.

authors note: i would like to preface that i am not british and tried doing 'research' on british slang for this to feel more real but i feel like i did not succeed lol. if this is out of character or nothing like what british people talk like feel free to flame/correct me in the comments.

inspiration: there was no inspo for this one aside for the request (thank you by the wayಇ) but if you want a song to listen to while reading i suggest "obsessed" by hatchie :)

pairing: tao xu x reader (no pronouns specified. though reader is mentioned to go to higgs.)

masterlist | part one

after the train meeting happened thoughts of it slowly started to leave your mind. it wasn't like you forgot what happened, or about who tao was. of course not, it was hard to get him away. it was like his voice was on the forefront of your mind; always echoing lowly behind your thoughts.

you knew you would see him again, later rather than sooner seeing as his school was only a short distance walk away from yours- and the fact that you were friends with his friends. you never thought about actually hanging out with him alone, and you never could because how would you even bring that conversation up to the girls? and plus, you don't even have his number. it was all up to a waiting game.

luckily enough for you, it was sooner.

"so what do you think?" all heads turn towards you as tara finishes talking. you hadn't been fully present in the conversation, slowly nodding off over your carrot sticks.

after a moment you blink away the haze in your eyes and look back at them, "what?"

elle looks at you and scoffs, a playful twitch in her brow. tara groans and leans back on darcy who lightly catches taras head in her hands, "you weren't even listening!"

"i was i swear! i just didn't catch the last part!"

"i said," she takes a moment and throws one of darcys monster munch at you, to which you catch and throw it back, "what do you think about hanging out with us after school?"

"it won't just be us!" darcy interrupts, ignoring the look on taras face, "it'll be charlie, nick, isaac, and tao."

at the name your head perks up, fully paying attention, "did you say tao?"

"you know tao?" elle pipes up, "as in tao xu?"

"don't be crass," you mumble, nimbly messing with your lunch, "there's only one tao in this area."

elle, choosing to ignore your smart remark, begins fiddling with her phone underneath the table, fingers moving a mile a minute, "how do you know him? he's never mentioned he knew you."

"that's because he doesn't," you kick her from under the table, miming that the teachers coming, she looks at her phone again and puts it away, "not in the way he knows you guys. we met on the train a week ago, he told me he knew you guys and that's how we got to know eachother. but we never traded numbers, his stop came to soon."

"that's even more of a reason for you to hang out!" in the random burst of energy from darcy, taras head was dropped out of her hands and onto the lunch table with a hallow thunk. she made no effort to move it. "you guys could reconnect! become friends- or something more-."

darcys speech was cut short by elles hand muffling the sound. giggling, you shake your head in disagreement, " i don't know, i feel like that'd be a little stalkerish."

"don't be crass." elle mocks, "it's not that big of a deal, honestly. plus it's about time you hung out with us outside of school."

the rest of the girls nodded from across the table and elle nudges your shoulder with her elbow. you look at her and then back to them. it wouldn't be a bad idea to meet tao again. you missed the conversations you had- even though it was cut short. and this would be a perfect opportunity to talk to him again and hopefully become friends. not only that, you would be meeting the others and actually be a part of a close knit-friend group. and besides, when would you have a chance to talk to him like this again. walking past his school and waving "hi" doesn't count.

though on the downside what if there is no connection like there was last time? you would never know if you didn't give it a shot.

after a moment you look up and wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt. "okay," a deep sigh leaves your mouth and the girls perk up, "i'll come. just text me the details."

you manage to get some of the last words out before they start screeching loudly. glancing over to where the teachers sit at lunch you can see your homeroom teacher giving you a pointed look with her arms crossed. without having to be told twice you quickly quiet the girls down.

tara squeals, "this is perfect, you can finally meet everyone else and officially be apart of our group! i'll make sure to text you everything!"

you don't say anything in response, a small smile making its way to your face, though you still can't help but to feel nervous.

standing infront of nicks door felt awkward. from inside you could hear the faint sounds of laughing and music vibrating the house. in your hand you hold a bag of chips from tesco, it felt like it would've been rude to just show up without anything to offer.

shifting it over to your non-dominate hand you wipe your palms on your pant leg and hesitantly knock on the door. for a moment it goes silent and then the heavy sound of boots hitting the floor beneath the door way. looking down you can see a shadow of someones feet standing on the other side and it gets kind of weird when it takes a few seconds longer for it to open.

growing rather impatient you raise your fist to knock again when suddenly the door swings open and the bright light inside covers the person infront of you in a shadow. only when they step out you can actually see who is there.

"tao?" you call out, stepping a little closer.

"yeah, hey." that smile that's starting to grow on you makes its way onto his face as he plays with his beanie. the bag of chips crinkles under your arm pit as the two of you stare at each other. the energy around you shifts and you can tell that tao notices too.

"oh sorry," he breaks eye contact and steps out of the doorway, holding it open for you. "please come in, don't want you to get sick."

you laugh politely, saying your thank you's as you watch him close and lock the door. the sound of music picks back up from the parlor when you turn back around to face him.

tao rocks on the balls of his feet and stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets, his evidently nervous and makes no move to say anything.

"it's nice to see you again." you mummer lightly, gazing up at him. a low laugh emits from his chest as he nods his head.

"it's um," he smiles again, this time with teeth. "it's nice to see you again too. i was wondering when we'd meet actually. i had realized that i didn't get your number when i got off."

you nod in agreement, "it's okay, we could still exchange?" hope dances through your words as you cross your fingers behind the chip bag.

taos eyes widen for a second and his quick to reach for his phone, "yeah, let me just..." he swiftly unlocks his phone and hands it over to you eagerly.

in return you gently take it and enter your digits, adding you name to your contact so it could save. "perfect."

taos eye wander around your face and then towards the bag in your hand, "you brought snacks?"

"oh!" you bring the chips out in front of you, "i didn't want to come empty handed."

"no please, don't worry." he reaches over and takes it from your hands, signaling for you to follow him, "every time we hang out charlie spends half of his bank on snacks. we always have so much that we save the leftovers for the next hangouts."

you realize that he walks you to the kitchen and politely place yourself near the kitchen sink as he reaches in the cabinets to grab a plastic orange bowl. "you all hangout a lot?"

tao nods, "oh yeah," he pulls on the bag but it doesn't budge, after trying again and failing you gently take it from his hands and open it with ease, he gives you a timid half-smile, "every week when we can."

"cool."

"cool."

the sound of the chips hitting the bowl fills the silence between the two of you. only when tao walks back over from the trash he speaks. "i hope you join us for now own, you haven't met the others yet but we would love for you to be our friend."

you can't help but smile, "i would love too."

tao releases a heavy breath, nodding his head so quickly you fear he'll get whiplash, "cool, awesome, amazing." you giggle, for a moment he pauses and turns his gaze towards you, "and also," he adds slowly, "maybe...we could hangout aswell?"

you give him a astonished look, "seriously?"

"well yeah, unless- you don't want to, which is like, totally fine, I get it-."

"no no, tao, i would love to. i'm just shocked is all."

he lets out a confused grunt, "what? why?"

shrugging your shoulders you look at him and then back towards the chip bowl. before you could say anything a voice emerges from the parlor;

"oi hurry up and bring her in here! stop hogging her!"

turning your head towards the sound you can't help but giggle at the urgency in darcys voice. "wouldn't want to keep them waiting, no?" you say, turning back towards tao.

he lets out a playful shaky breath and stares at the door, "no we do not." he walks over to you, chip bowl in one hand and offers you the other. "shall we?"

you look at his arm then towards him, and with a content smile you nod your head, "we shall."

[strawberyblogs]

HEARTSTOPPER | GN! Siblings with Nick Nelson | Headcanons |

A/N - Obviously not romance so nobody make it ʷᵉⁱʳᵈ

🍓 Obviously you two would fight over who gets to cuddle with Nellie that night, but ultimately Nellie would pick you.

🍓 If you're the older sibling, he would totally ask you for a ton of relationship advice (even if you haven't been in one yet).

🍓 He would be SO protective if you ever got a partner but he would love them anyways because he loves you.

🍓 Nick would probably get mad at you for stealing Charlie's attention whenever he comes over.

🍓 Both of you guys would secretly text at the dinner table when David's there because he's gross, and you would be holding your laughter when he makes a snarky comment of everything David says.

🍓 Nick would be very mad at you for stealing his clothes, but then would turn around and steal yours.

🍓 Claims that he NEVER ate the last pizza roll (he did).

🍓 If you're younger, he'd help you with school (not maths), but if you're older he'd ask for your help (with maths).

🍓 Nick would make sure you NEVER get picked on at your school.

🍓 He would probably rant to you about Charlie all the time, who really cares if you're actually listening?

🍓 Nick is literally your biggest cheerleader, he supports everything you do (unless it's like horrible B3n type stuff) .

🍓 Nick is totally the type of sibling to complain about you being annoying, and then get mad at anybody who agrees with him.

🍓 Nick feels legally obligated to spam you with every meme he sees and then will get upset if you don't watch them.

🍓 You'd probably have some secret code language together that your guys' mom begs to be a part of (she's never getting let in on it).

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Okay guys! That's all for today! I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in like... forever. Life's really busy sometimes, but you've gotta do what makes you happy! Hope you enjoyed this, please send in requests, it's so much easier to write that way!!

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[joeylivesinspace]

hey guys! this is the first piece of writing im gonna post here. it’s for @heartstopperdrabbleblog, and the word prompt is “relax”. enjoy!

Relax

It was the last day of the form. A-Levels were done. And Charlie Spring was EXHAUSTED.

All of the studying of useless facts, all of the mind-numbing toiling over textbooks, had turned his brain to mush. His dad had given him a ride to Nick’s, but he could barely even focus on his boyfriend at this point. He was just glad Nick had a beach blanket and a soft back lawn, because that’s where he lay now, hoping his mind would eventually slow down.

“Hey.”

Charlie looked up to see Nick sitting next to him, a warm, familiar smile on his face. He already felt his mood improving, despite his exhaustion. “Hey.”

“Tired?” Nick asked.

Charlie sighed. “Yeah. I really am.”

“Mind if I join you? I’m tired too, after this week.” Both boys chuckled wryly. Exam week tended to take its toll on them.

“I don’t mind at all. I never mind,” said Charlie, grinning.

Nick giggled at his words and laid down in the spot next to his boyfriend. It really did feel good to lay flat on his back after being hunched over an exam for hours. So did the heat beating down on him.

“God, why are exam rooms always so cold?” said Nick.

Charlie laughed. “I know, right! Like it’s not enough to test us on heaps of weirdly specific material. We also have to narrowly avoiding freezing to death to pass the term!”

The two rolled with laughter. After catching their breath, Nick looked up at the sky. He pointed to a passing cloud.

“That one looks like you,” said Nick.

“What?” Charlie laughed, a bit surprised by the odd comparison.

“No no it does! See, the little wispies on the top, they’re like your curls. And…and the little spaces in the sections of the clouds are your dimples!”

Charlie was in a fit of giggles by the time Nick mentioned his dimples. “I don’t see anything!”

“Maybe I’ve finally gone mad,” said Nick with a chuckle.

Charlie cupped Nick’s chin, capturing him in an adoring gaze. “Or maybe you’re so in love with me you see me eeeeeverywhere…”

“Shut up!” Nick teased, a blush creeping across his face.

After the laughter had died down, the two continued to lay there on Nick’s beach blanket, staring at the sky.

Charlie turned his head in Nick’s direction. “I’m so glad I get to just relax with you now,” he said.

Nick smiled. He scooted over a bit and gave Charlie a peck on the cheek. “Me too.”

Nick interlaced his fingers with Charlie’s, and Charlie snuggled into Nick’s shoulder. Gradually, they both dozed off, enjoying a well-earned nap.

the end! thanks for reading! i may write a tara x darcy one with a different prompt after this :) have a nice day!

[buckslafdhoodie]

I love the teens of heartstopper as much as the next person but these two have my heart

[imbiactually-28]

he’s my little floof <3

[principledstarfish]

From Heartstopper Ao3's 99 Moments of Joy countdown to season 2. (Transferred here due to Ruzzian DDOS attack)

91 Days: Up to Something

It was around May that Charlie began to suspect that Oliver was up to something. 

The first time was when Charlie went upstairs to tell Olly that it was dinner time. He took a few steps into the bedroom, only to see a curly-haired missile hurl itself against him. Before he could say anything his little brother was pushing him back with all his strength. 

“You can’t come in here!” Olly exclaimed. Charlie stepped back and Olly shut the door behind him. Charlie looked down perplexed. 

“Why not?” Charlie asked. 

Olly rolled his eyes. “Privacy, of course,” he replied. Then he took off and pounded down the stairs to the dining room, leaving Charlie rather nonplussed. For a moment he was tempted to peek inside and see just what it was that made Olly want to keep him out so badly. Then he decided better of it and followed his little brother down the stairs. 

The second time was when Olly returned home from school. Charlie and Nick were snuggled together on the sofa, watching a sweet and wholesome new Hulu drama about these two gay American boys who fall in love in high school, when the warble of Olly’s voice drifted into the room from outside. 

“...from Mrs. Keaton’s art room. I picked yellow and blue, and I think the yellow is going to be the stripes, so -”

Olly pushed the door open, Dad trailing behind. The moment Olly stepped into the room he froze, eyes wide, and stared for just a moment at Charlie and Nick. 

“I’m going to be in my room, so no one bother me!” Olly said, and took off up the stairs, the straps of his bookbag trailing behind him. It might have been Charlie’s imagination, but he could have sworn something was sticking out of the top. 

"What was that about?" Charlie asked. 

Nick shrugged. "Teenage angst?"

"He's eight!" 

Charlie looked over at his father. "Is there someone going on with Olly?" he asked. 

Dad shrugged. "I suppose that's for him to know and you to find out," he said. He padded into the kitchen. 

"What does that even mean?" Charlie asked after him. He received no answer.

The next time was when he saw Olly coming out of his room. He had his hand under his shirt, almost as if he was hiding something. 

“Olly,” Charlie said, “what were you doing in my room?”

Olly froze. “I was… looking for the Switch,” he answered. 

Charlie opened his door. He looked inside. Then he looked at Olly. 

“The Switch is on the shelf where it always is,” he said with narrowed eyes. 

Olly rolled his eyes. “Well I didn’t see it,” he said with a tone of prepubescent exasperation. 

Charlie narrowed his eyes. “What have you got there?” he asked, indicating the hand that was still under Olly’s shirt. 

“Nothing!” Olly insisted. With a smirk Charlie lunged for his brother. Olly dodged and managed to swerve around him. Charlie overbalanced and rolled over, narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the wall, and Olly dashed down the hall to his room, slamming the door shut. Charlie could hear the sound of scraping, as if a chair were being propped up against the door to block it. 

Hearing the commotion, Tori poked her head out of her room. 

“Is something going on with Olly?” Charlie asked her. Tori remained silent, simply raising an eyebrow. 

“He’s been acting very strange lately,” Charlie continued, “and he won’t say anything about why.”

Tori continued to remain silent, though a glint had crept into her eyes. 

“Victoria,” Charlie said, now somewhat scandalised, “You know something, don’t you?” 

His sister made no move to confirm or deny this. 

“Well what is it?” Charlie asked, “What’s going on with Olly?”

Tori simply smiled enigmatically. “I’m sure you’d like to know, Charles,” she replied, before slinking back into her room. 

The mystery of what Olly was up to seemed like it would never be solved. A few days later Charlie, Tao, Elle, Aled, and Nick were watching a film in the lounge when Olly entered the door, Mum right behind him. Something square and boxy was very clearly hidden under his shirt, the outline clearly visible as Olly held it up by the hem. 

“What are you smuggling in?” Charlie asked. 

Olly fixed him with a weary, supercilious look. "Charlie, if I were smuggling something in, why would I be stupid enough to smuggle it under my shirt?"

"I never said anything about your shirt," Charlie replied, satisfied that he'd finally caught his little brother in a lie. 

Olly's eyes widened. He froze for a moment. 

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to!" he said, and took off up the stairs yet again.

"I do want the answers!" Charlie called after him. Nick had collapsed into giggles behind him. Tao and Elle snickered to themselves, while Aled just looked confused. 

Charlie turned to his mum. "What is Olly up to?" he asked. 

Mum's only reply was to smile enigmatically; it was an expression that looked very Tori-like. "You'll find out soon enough," she said. 

Charlie was beginning to despair of ever learning the reason for Olly’s odd behaviour. It was June, and their “thirdaversary” was coming up, so-called because he and Nick could never decide between the day they met, the kiss at Harry’s party and/or the kiss in his bedroom the next morning, or their beach date as their proper anniversary. Charlie was beginning to think maybe he was imagining things - maybe he was going mad, even. He was certain that the photo booth pictures of him and Nick from their beach date had gone missing from their spot in his bedside table, but when he looked for them for the ninth time there they were, tucked away right where he left them. 

When he saw Olly rummaging around in the bin in the kitchen clearly trying to push something to the bottom, he didn’t even bother asking what he was up to. He just walked past him, grabbed his meal plan from the shelf over the sink, and began preparing his usual Monday breakfast. In the reflection of the stainless steel he could see Olly back out of the kitchen, keeping an eye on Charlie until he was out of sight. 

When he heard an exasperated “Oliver!” from Mum, he didn’t even look up from his maths revision. GCSEs were coming up, and he had better things to do than wonder what Olly had done to set Mum off, or why the vacuum was running in his brother’s room, haphazardly at first as someone (Olly, most likely) tried to push it across the floor, then with an irate huff Mum grabbed ahold of it and hoovered up whatever it was herself. 

The day of the anniversary of their beach date, he and Nick had a plan to go to the milkshake stand, just the two of them. After that they were going to go back to Nick’s (Sarah inexplicably had a girls’ night planned and was planning on spending the night at a friends’ rather than drive back) and Nick had promised that he would do That Other Thing, which he had read about after a late night of Googling and was excited to try out, since That One Thing had been such a hit. 

He greeted Nick with a kiss. Nick decided that wasn’t enough and scooped Charlie up, spinning him around before setting him back on the ground, giggling.  

“Your chariot awaits,” Nick said, gesturing grandly. 

Charlie snorted. “Can you really call a used Fiat a chariot?” 

“Oi,” Nick chided, “I don’t see you with a drivers licence.”

“Fine,” Charlie chuckles, “let’s hope Bucephalus doesn’t die before we get there.”

“Bu-what?” Nick asked, nose scrunched. 

“Alexander the Great’s horse,” Charlie explained. 

“Isn’t that Rocinante?” 

“That’s from Don Quixote.” 

“Well then,” Nick replied, “I’m pretty sure the windmills are waiting for us.” 

They turned to leave, only to turn at the sound of feet pounding down the stairs. 

“WAIT!” Olly called after them. 

He skidded to a halt in front of them, holding something behind his back. 

“You can’t leave without this!” he exclaimed, holding something out to them. 

It was a card. 

It was the most over-engineered card Charlie had ever seen.

It was a card made from blue cardstock with yellow stripes glued onto it. A white rectangle had been glued overtop that, and the words “Happy Aniversery!” were spelt out in quite a lot of blue glitter. The entire thing was trimmed in even more glitter, and little gold firework stickers studded the front and the back. 

Olly beamed up at them. 

“Open it,” he said. 

Nick took it from him and opened it. As he did so, a pop-up unfolded, which appeared to be a blown-up version of one of the pictures they had taken in the photo booth at the beach, cut out and glued to more cardstock. The entire thing when closed had to be a little over half an inch thick. 

With the background cut out, the pop-up showed Charlie sat on Nick's lap, Nick kissing Charlie on the cheek. Both of them were blushing very brightly. 

"Is that why you were in my room?" Charlie asked with an indulgent smile.

Olly nodded. "I had to wait ages for you to be gone so I could grab it," he complained, "you're always in there."

Charlie saw the inside of the card was peppered with stickers of falling leaves. Written in yet more glitter were the words “Nick and Charlie,” on one side, and “In any universe,” on the other. 

“Olly,” Nick said, “I can see you worked very hard on this,”

“So do you like it?” Olly asked with wide eyes. 

Charlie crouched down to Olly’s level. “Best anniversary present ever.”

Olly’s face fell. “But you haven’t gotten any other anniversary presents!” 

That wasn’t true, strictly speaking - That One Thing was an early anniversary present, according to Nick, but Charlie wasn’t about to tell Olly that. 

Charlie cupped the back of Olly’s head. “Yeah,” he said, “But I already know it’ll be better than anything else.” 

“You can’t know that,” Olly objected, “Someone might get you a car or a dolphin or a rocket ship or something.” 

Charlie laughed. "Come here, you.” Olly stepped forward into Charlie's arms and Charlie picked him up, holding him like a baby. Then suddenly he felt himself rising into the air with a yelp as Nick in turn picked him up. Olly giggled while Charlie’s face turned extremely red (Nick was wearing a vest that put his strong rugby arms on display, and his muscles were extra-rippley with the effort of picking up Charlie and an 8-year-old at the same time.) Nick kissed him on the cheek. 

He set the both of them down. 

“Do you like it, Nick,” Olly asked, looking up at him. 

“Best anniversary present ever,” Nick said, “just like Charlie said.”

Olly beamed. Then a shadow crossed his face. 

“But I only made one, and I gave it to both of you,” he said. “I didn’t think of that. And you can’t cut it in half like they did to that baby in the story from Grandma’s church, because then the pop-up won’t work.” 

“I think it should stay in Charlie’s room,” Nick replied, “That way I’ll have a reason to come over.”

“Hey!” Charlie objected, punching Nick lightly on a well-muscled shoulder. 

Olly nodded. “That makes sense,” he agreed, “Plus, it’s really nice when you come over, because then I have someone I can beat in Mario Kart.”

“Oi!” Nick objected. Charlie chortled. 

The two of them stood up. “Well,” Charlie said, “shall we go?”

Nick nodded. “It was nice seeing you, Olly,” he said, “Thank you so much for the card.” 

They were getting into Nick’s beat-up yellow fiat when Olly poked his head out the door. 

“I almost forgot,” he called, “there’s a secret message in it, too.” 

Charlie examined the card, turning it over in his hands. He noticed that on the back of the pop-up there was a bit cut out on three sides, and it bulged slightly. Opening it, he found a folded sheet of notebook paper. In Oliver’s looping scrawl, there was a note. 

Dear Charlie and Nick, 

Charlie, you’ve always been a really great big brother, but sometimes it seemed like you were sad and you were pretending you weren’t so you wouldn’t make other people sad, too. Then you met Nick, and you fell in love with him, and you seem a lot happier now, even when you had to go away for a while to get better. 

Nick, you’re like having an extra brother, which is really cool, because that means I have two brother and a sister, and that’s more than anyone else in my class. Also you make Charlie happy, even when he’s really sad or not eating or has to go away to get better, and that’s good. I’m sorry your dad isn’t around a lot, and it seems like you and your brother don’t get along a lot, which is sad, because I know I’d be really sad if I didn’t get along with Charlie and Tori. I think Charlie makes you happy, too, though. 

I’m really glad you met each other, and I can’t wait for you to be together forever and ever and get married and get a house with loads of dogs and I can visit the dogs while I’m an astronaut or whatever job I’ll have as a grown-up. I love you both loads. 

Love,

Oliver. 

 Charlie’s vision blurred, and he wiped his eyes. Nick looked over at him concerned, but Charlie simply smiled and leaned his head on Nick’s shoulder. He stayed that way all the way to the cafe. He was with his person, the one he’d find in any universe, and all was right with the world.  

P.S.: Nick actually properly cried when he read the note. 

P.P.S.: It turns out Charlie really liked That Other Thing. 

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A lucky guy

For Day 3 of promptober, and the prompt "Lap Pillow" for @flufftober

Title: A lucky Guy fandom: Heartstopper Pairing: Nick Nelson & Imogen Heaney Summary: Imogen falls asleep using NIck as a pillow Word Count: 100

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Nick couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He had an amazing boyfriend, a loving mum, good grades in school and a passion for rugby, plans for the future, and a great group of friends.

One of which was currently sleeping on him, using his lap as a pillow. Their extended friend group had reunited at his’ before the end of the summer. It was currently 2am, and a few only were surviving. Imogen wasn’t one of them. Nick chuckled before accepting a glass of water from Charlie and replacing a lock of hair behind Imogen’s ear.

Yeah, Nick was lucky.

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Hiii!! First of all wanted to say how happy I am to always see you in my dash! You’re a big inspiration to me for writing and I have a fic I need to finish and you’ve helped with getting me motivated to do so. 💖 For the hcs to drabbles, I love the idea of Nick being able to say tickle and ticklish to Charlie when he’s being all teasey, but when it’s used against him- he blushes and can’t look at Charlie. A big and tough rugby lad until Charlie turns the tables.

Friend! *hugs* Oh my goodness, you are beyond sweet! Thank you so, so much! I'm glad I can be a part of your inspiration and motivation- that means a ton, truly!

This headcanon is so freaking cute AHH! I've gotcha covered! :D

“Nick, I swear if you keep tapping that pen, I will tickle you!”

The threat was fairly weak- Charlie didn’t even know if Nick was ticklish. He figured the rugby lad would grin at him all cheeky before tackling him into the carpet.

What he didn’t expect was Nick to freeze, eyes widening and cheeks flushing a noticeable shade of red. Charlie stared.

Then he smiled.

“Nick-”

“Don’t.” Nick held up his hands, already giggling. “Doohohn’t you dare!”

“Don’t what? I just said your name.” Charlie turned around so he was facing him properly, slowly crawling up until he was inches from his boyfriend. “I didn’t say I was gonna tickle you, did I? I could tickle you though, if you’re ticklish.”

Each use of that dreaded word make Nick scrunch more, shoulders to his ears as he hid his face in his hands. “Chahahr, stahhahap!” He whimpered, earning a fit of giggles from Charlie.

“I haven’t even touched you yet!” He laughed, waiting. When Nick peeked between his fingers, he smiled, wiggling his own. “Nick, I’m gonna….TICKLE YOU!” He yelled in glee, fingers finding all the soft parts of his belly. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“AHH! AHehhahahahahahhaha! Chahahhhar, plehahahahhahase!” Nick cried, head thrown back in mirth as he wiggled like a fish. “Dohohoohohohohn’t aheahhahahhahahaha!”

“Don’t what? Don’t tickle you? Can’t say the word now, Nick? What happened?” Charlie was in heaven. After many, many, MANY flustering attacks from his boyfriend, it was nice to get him back. “Is my big strong rugby star boyfriend too ticklish for his own good?”

“Ahehahahhahaha, yehahahhahahhahahhahase!” Nick wheezed, grabbing his boyfriend around the waist and twisting. Seconds later, they were lying side by side on the carpet, giggling like kids. “Stahahahp it, you dohoohrk!”

“Nehehehver! You’re so cute!” Charlie smiled, scooting forward as he pressed a small kiss against Nick’s smiling mouth.

“No way- you’re the cute one. I’m the strong one.” Nick pulled him on top of him once more, making Charlie giggle like a child. “But I suppose it’s not so bad being cute every once and awhile.”

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I've been trying to break story for Ch.7 of A Series of Odd Proposals, but kept changing my mind. Now I think I've got it: Charlie and Nick take their daughter to an animal shelter to adopt a puppy. It doesn't go as they imagined. Cuteness ensues.