#and nick calling charlie char

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

1x7 | 3x7

[bunnysnuff]

Poly!Nick & Charlie with a Clingy!Partner Headcannon.

Pairing: Charlie Spring x reader x Nick Nelson.

Tw- none! I don’t a gender neutral reader (but it is m!reader), cringey use of nicknames, Poly relationships, use of Y/N because I got carried away and was too lazy to type ‘you’.

Request.

Poly! Nick and Charlie with Clingy Y/N Headcanons:

Constant Cuddles: you’re always seeking physical affection, and Nick and Charlie are more than happy to provide. Whether it’s snuggling up on the couch or holding hands while walking through the park, youre always attached to one or both of them.

Charlie: He’s more reserved but absolutely adores how clingy you are. It helps ground him, and it’s a nice reminder that you is there when he’s feeling anxious. He might blush at public displays of affection but never pulls away.

Nick: He’s a total softie, and he loves it when Y/N throws themselves into his arms. He’ll often tease them playfully, calling them “my little koala,” because Y/N clings to him so often.

Group Hugs: Nick and Charlie are used to Y/N initiating group hugs at random times. Whether it’s after a stressful day or just a moment of happiness, Y/N will wrap their arms around both Nick and Charlie, pulling them into the most comforting sandwich of affection.

If Nick and Charlie are cuddling, Y/N will immediately join, squishing themselves between them or lying across their laps.

Texts and Check-Ins: Y/N sends constant cute texts to both Nick and Charlie throughout the day, just to let them know they’re thinking about them.

Nick responds with heart emojis and always sends something sweet back.

Charlie will sometimes get flustered but replies with something heartfelt, even if he’s shy about it.

Protective and Reassuring: While Y/N can be clingy, they sometimes worry they’re being too much, but Nick and Charlie are quick to reassure them.

Nick is always verbally comforting, telling Y/N how much he loves how affectionate they are.

Charlie reassures them with quiet, gentle touches and soft kisses, showing them without words that they’re never a burden.

Jealousy, but in a Cute Way: Y/N gets a little jealous when Nick and Charlie are spending time together without them, but it’s never serious. They’ll just pout a little until they’re pulled into whatever Nick and Charlie are doing, reminding them that they’re equally loved.

Nick and Charlie think it’s adorable when Y/N gets pouty and will make extra efforts to shower them with affection afterward, ensuring Y/N never feels left out.

Nick Being the Middle Ground: Nick is often the one who helps balance things out when Y/N’s clinginess is a bit overwhelming for Charlie, especially if Charlie is having a bad mental health day.

Nick will pull Y/N into a bear hug while also holding Charlie’s hand, making sure everyone feels connected and comforted in their own way.

Late-Night Talks: Y/N loves to keep Nick and Charlie awake at night with deep conversations, pulling them into pillow forts or nestling between them in bed. Nick is usually up for it, happily talking about anything and everything, while Charlie listens quietly, chiming in when he feels like it.

Cute Nicknames: Y/N comes up with the cutest (and cheesiest) pet names for Nick and Charlie.

For Nick: "Nicky Bear" or "Pooh bear.”

For Charlie: "Char" or "pickle.”

Nick will grin every time Y/N uses them, and Charlie will blush but secretly love it.

Always Holding Hands: Y/N has a habit of holding both Nick’s and Charlie’s hands whenever they’re walking anywhere, even if it’s just a short trip to the store. They love being physically connected at all times.

Sometimes Nick or Charlie will tease Y/N by letting go just to see their reaction, but they always grab Y/N’s hand again, laughing at how cute Y/N is when they scramble to reconnect.

Helping with Anxiety: Y/N’s clinginess helps both Nick and Charlie when they’re feeling anxious.

For Nick, Y/N’s constant presence helps him stay grounded, especially when he’s feeling unsure or insecure.

For Charlie, Y/N is a calming influence, their affection reminding him that he’s loved no matter what.

Nick and Charlie absolutely adore how affectionate and clingy Y/N is, seeing it as a beautiful way that Y/N shows their love for them both. The trio is a perfect balance, with each person bringing something unique and cherished to the relationship.

[inmybubblesblog]

Nick : “we are all out of sugar! Charlie, can you buy some on your way back from work?”

Charlie: “are you mad at me?”

Nick: “what?”

Charlie: “you said Charlie and not char!”

Nick: “and you call me a sap”

[gayofthefae]

Antagonist analysis time!: David Nelson edition (Nick's older brother)

I wouldn't be surprised if Stephane Nelson was more homophobic when the boys were younger. It would explain why David keeps referencing variations on "Dad's not gonna like this" in reference to Nick and Charlie.

And it would make a lot of sense. It reminds me of the quote from I think Bruce Springsteen about how when we miss our fathers, we try to emulate them because it's our only way of feeling closer to them. I think David emulates some version of his father he misses. You see that he behaves that way for him either way when he consistently references him and brings him into the conversation nearly every time he's homophobic or biphobic:

From bringing up "I bet you haven't told Dad yet, have you? Oh my god, image what Dad's gonna say" when he's not there to a direct seeking of approval in "Dad agrees with me" when he's there.

When Nick says he's bringing Charlie, he asks if he can bring someone too. When the whole family comes, he knows it'll be about that, so he tries to take control of the conversation that he can't stop from being about Nick and Charlie by attempting to guide it (and out Nick) himself.

It's then after Nick draws focus by saying he doesn't care about their dad's opinion of him and leaves the room that he says he's "making a scene". Because he's taking their father's attention away from him.

David views Nick as competition. Competition for their father's attention, which is in short supply anyways. He doesn't want to admit that it being in short supply is bad because he doesn't want to blame his dad, so instead, he blames Nick for "stealing" the attention. Because then he can believe that if only Nick would stop "making a fuss", his relationship with his dad would be sufficient and the only thing stopping his dad from giving him the appropriate amount of attention is Nick, not his dad.

And not only is it only after Nick draws attention away from him at dinner that he makes this "attention-seeking" comment, but it is also only after he sees his dad trying to leave without saying goodbye before then in the same conversation forgetting where he goes to school (a wonderfully performed one word line, also. it clearly takes all David's strength to even admit he's wrong enough to correct him and say "Glasgow"). It's only after the window of attention to receive closes completely that he goes on his full rant on the phone, and it's only after his perception of his father has been made fragile with Nick's comments and his father forgetting things about him that he now has to re-emphasize the narrative he tells himself tenfold to make it secure again.

And one more pertinent thing he says on that phone call is that Nick is being over-dramatic. Because if Nick isn't being over-dramatic when he says that their Dad doesn't care and it's messed up for him not to visit more, then that means Nick is right. And if Nick is right, then David has to admit to himself that his Dad is in the wrong, that his Dad is hurting him. That his Dad doesn't care enough about him. And he can't do that.

One last thing he also does is blame Charlie. He says on that phone call that Charlie must be influencing him to be more attention seeking. He also uses the phrase that season "turned my little brother gay" and continues into the next season to describe Charlie as attention seeking. Because he can't truly allow himself to blame Nick either.

His inability to truly blame Nick is the same reason that when we meet him he's teasing him about what he thinks is a girlfriend texting him. He's overstepping and we know from Nick he's been a jerk in the past as well, but the behavior he's exhibiting in teasing him about a girl is something you only do as a misguided attempt to get closer to someone. He's missed Nick too.

It hurts to blame his dad, so he blames Nick. But it hurts to blame Nick too...so he blames Charlie. Charlie who he doesn't know. Charlie who doesn't hurt to blame. Charlie who thinks his dad would blame. Blaming Charlie isn't admitting something he's lost. He hasn't lost Nick, but admitting that takes us all the way back to admitting that he has lost his father. If Nick has become an attention seeker who ruins everything by stealing the attention from their Dad that would be his, that he would visit more, would care more, would remember more, would come to Christmas if it just weren't for Nick. But of course, deep down, that's still his little brother. His innocent little brother so anything that's "caused" his Dad's behavior must not be his fault either. Yes. It must be Charlie's.

It's Charlie's fault Nick is taking his Dad's attention away from him and in season 3, do you know what else is Charlie's fault? That Nick's attention is taken away from him. He only calls Charlie an attention seeker for having an eating disorder on Christmas. Christmas: the day that his dad doesn't show up, in the conversation Nick started with "you know Dad's not coming". He brings up Charlie out of nowhere in direct response to Nick saying their Dad won't come because he makes empty promises.

His dad isn't there; he doesn't wanna blame his dad, but in his dad's absence, he also misses his brother - who's been preoccupied recently with Charlie. There. It's all Charlie's fault. Not Dad's. And when he needs him, not Nick's.

Really, I just realized that that phone call didn't happen for no reason. He was upset enough about dinner that he needed to call someone and vent. At the end of the day, that's what happened. He wasn't making a snide comment. He went somewhere private and called someone he trusted to talk at length about what had happened. That isn't just about Nick being bi. But he couldn't bring himself to admit that he was actually venting about

"David, you have not grown into the man I thought you would become."

And that is also why I would like to shout out the character and Alice Oseman for the inclusion of Nick's Mom calling not David but Stephane out when he tells David "you have not grown into the man I hoped you would become". Because she's right. A brother saying that to his brother and a father saying that to his son are NOTHING alike. She knows immediately how deeply to the core that will cut David and that Stephane didn't even consider it. It is a great "who's the real enemy" moment that reminds us "this is not the non-homophobes versus David, actually. It's a family with a homophobe inside it protecting themselves from the man who left them. It's a mother protecting her children from him." And, as she said, he has no right to side on their disagreement because he has "not been a parent".

He has no right to choose sides when he has no consideration for the utter desperation they face for him to pick theirs. To pick them.

Every bully is just someone desperate for approval. From peers, from authority, and saddest of all: from parents.

[tailsbeth-writes]

👀 for narlie

Nick helps Charlie prepare for his history exam in a rather interesting way. It's fade to black as I don't write full on smut, hope that's okay! Read on Ao3 here.

‘If I look at this history revision any longer, I'm going to scream.’ Charlie announces before diving face first onto Nick’s bed. Nick tousles a hand through Charlie's hair, he's been doing that a lot lately. Charlie wants to get it cut but also knows Nick will make sad puppy dog eyes if he even suggests such a thing. ‘Can I help?’ Charlie turns his head to face Nick with a strained brow. ‘Unless you happen to be a time traveller and were at the battle of Hastings, I don't think so.’ Nick googles ‘battle of hastings’ while Charlie groans into the duvet. After a little Wikipedia reading, he has an idea. ‘Char, roll over.’ He does but not without a dramatic sigh. Nick gets on top of him as gracefully as he can. ‘What are you doing Nicholas?’ ‘Qui est Nicholas? I am a Norman French soldier sent to capture you English scum.’ Nick replies in a French accent, and Charlie melts beneath him. Nick gathers Charlie's arms and pins his hands above his head. ‘Your so-called King…’ Nick scrunches his eyes, waiting for Charlie to fill the gap. ‘...Harold.’ ‘Oui, Harold is no match for our leader…’ ‘Oh c’mon that's too easy!’ Nick lets out a dramatic sigh. ‘I said, for our leader…’ ‘William of Normandy.’ ‘Oui, très bien young English soldier. Maybe I'll let you off with a warning.’ Nick starts to move a little, creating friction between them. Charlie gasps and tries to move his hands forgetting the grip Nick had. ‘Non, no touching. Let me show you how the French do it.’ Charlie nods, his eyes glossy and his lips pink from biting them as Nick slowly makes his way down to Charlie's zipper. Two days later: Charlie: 88% in my exam! Nick: Congrats! I knew you'd do well ☺️ C: Maybe you could do your little role play trick for my next exam… N: This hardly seems fair 😒 C: I'll go see Deadpool & Wolverine with you again? 🤞🏻😘 N: What era are we covering next? 😎

[yc-idkwhy]

Rent a Room

(Spare me if I get any real life details wrong. It's a *fiction* for a reason 👍. Anyways. Enjoy! I had more stuff planned for this chapter but I sort of forgot alot of it. Apologies.)

Chapter 3:- Call

-----•Nick Nelson•-----

"Is this Will Solace?"

"Yep!"

Said a voice with a slight southern accent that was currently adjusting his camera until it settled in on a patio facing the walls of a light blue house. A golden curly blonde, freckled boy then came into frame and smiled at the two.

"Hello!" The stranger said.

"So you're looking to rent this room?" Nick heard Charlie say from beside him.

"Mhm!"

"May I ask why?"

Will Solace went on about how the camp he went to sends out campers for little trips alot of the time and how this one wasn't like one of those trips so he needed a room or something like that. Nick doesn't know. He was too busy looking at his boyfriend throughout the whole thing.

"And where are you from?"

"Well originally from Texas but right now I'm in New York." The southern accent somehow seemed a bit heavier in that sentence. Had Nick been looking at the screen he'd expect the guy to be tipping a cowboy hat right about now.

"Is that the room?"

Nick and Charlie moved out of the frame to give a one frame room tour.

"I mean I don't really need that, I saw the pictures..." Will said hesitantly.

"Oh I'm sorry"

"What did we say about the S word?"

"Sorry"

"Charlie!"

The two went on their "Sorry. Not sorry" chain for about another minute before remembering what they were originally doing but when they looked back, Will's attention seemed to be displaced too.

"Will?" Charlie asked.

"Oh what? Oh my bad. I think my little siblings are getting up to something. I need to check on that. Be right back."

He left Nick and Charlie staring at the screen, until in the far corner the door opened. A middle aged, retired, alcoholic man stepped out. Looking towards the same direction where Will went. The man turned his gaze and it fell onto the computer Will was using. He had a Diet Coke in his hand and just... stared at them for a few very long seconds.

Then the man started towards them. "Who the hell are you." More of a sentence than a question to be honest. "Uh I'm Nick Nelson and this is my boyfriend Charlie Spring, we-"

"Rick Olsen and Chandler Summer, got it."

"That's not-"

"That's all I needed to know jeez calm down you mortal."

"What?"

Instead of replying, the man took a veryyyyy long sip of his diet coke. By then Will had returned and was back on frame.

"Mr. D!"

"Sun Spawn!" Mr... D? Replied not so enthusiastically.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be perhaps... Not here?"

"Are U suggesting I'm a nuisance?"

"I mean not really bu-"

"I can see when I'm not wanted. To think you were one of my favourites Solace."

The man started walking away.

"bye, I think." Will turned back to the couple. "Anyways where were we!"

"I-"

"Ignore him, really, please, please do that. Let's go over the details shall we?"

And so they did that (forgive me, I had stuff to write for the details part planned, but I forgot it all.)

"So I feel like I guess that's that it, feel free to look around the room when you get here, just not in the snooping sense. You can read any of my books if U get bored or something. I mean if you're into like a ton of greek classics and books based of them" Charlie said laughing lightly.

"Oh you're into that stuff?" Will glanced around his surroundings. "Maybe you'd like it around here then."

"I guess that's it. You can contact me the time you'd be arriving. Unless you carry around a knife or something. In that case please try not to arrive." Nick laughed with love at Charlie's joke. Will however had a more nervous laugh, probably at the accusation, he raised his hand to scratch the back of his head. And then Nick saw the bracelet that was on his hand.

"Oh my god, Char he's also bisexual, bring him in."

Will looked down at his bracelet. "Is homosexuality a leverage? Do I get a discount?"

"Yeah we should end this call now. It was wonderful meeting you!"

Just like that the call ended. Of course Nick had missed out on most of the important parts due to paying attention to Charlie instead.

"He's nice."

"Yeah, great news for me. My room probably won't be wreckt. The old guy was weird though"

[struckfutilegold]

for some reason ended up writing a heartstopper fic- hope you like it! this is mostly fluff lol

“you are the life i needed all along”- title from “futile devices” by sufjan stevens 

“move over, you’re on my side of the couch.” 

charlie smiles: he has that sound almost memorised- the jangle of keys and the soft words that follow. he readjusts himself, shuffling over the worn cushions. 

“how was work?”

nick smiles, and lazily droops an arm around charlie’s shoulders after dropping his bag next to the drooping plant pot in the doorway. 

“same as always, sweetheart. what are you doing?”

charlie snuggles closer into nick, feeling his chin drop into the crook of charlie’s elbow. “just some research for a new project.”

nick looks at charlie, questioning. 

“what is it?” “what?”

nick straightens and looks up at charlie, trailing a finger along his jaw. 

“come on, sweetheart. what aren’t you telling me?”

charlie catches nick’s hand and sighs. he doesn’t seem to remember a time when his husband couldn’t take one look at him, hear his footsteps whisper against the floor, listen to the rise and fall of his chest and not know, inherently, inexplicably almost exactly what he was thinking. 

charlie places a finger on nick’s lips, shushing him. nick gives a muffled cry of protest, then seeing charlie’s face, simply stops and waits. 

“i- well, they’ve said that..that they would…”

nick looks at him. 

god, charlie thinks, as he stares at those water-coloured eyes and he feels his breath catch. 

taking a deep breath, he traces patterns on nick’s warm palm and says,

“my book’s being published.”

nick turns his face down to charlie’s, and tips his chin up with his finger. 

“char- are you being serious?”

charlie nods, feeling the colour rise to his cheeks in a way only nick ever saw. 

“wha- oh my god. oh my god!”

nick leaps off the couch and swings charlie into his arms, waltzing around the living room, manoeuvring around the bookshelf, ducking under the lamp. 

“nick!” 

charlie buries his face into nick’s shoulder, and nick laughs. 

charlie listened to that sound, that sound that stopped in his tracks every time, and couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever felt more complete. 

nick shakes his dark blonde hair out of sparkling eyes, and for a moment charlie just lets himself stare, memorising the lines of his face. 

and he’s taken back to when he was 14, when nick was just another straight boy on the rugby team who sat next to him in form, and the months charlie spent in that hazy blur of the line between awake and asleep, staring at the ceiling, loving him in silence. 

he recalls a time when he used to doodle his name on the back of his hands in maths, solving for x over and over when all he really wanted was him, that straight, unbearably hot guy who was obviously way out of reach, no question.

maybe some things haven’t changed, he thinks, as he remembers the way teenage him would count the freckles on nick’s sunlit face in form when he wasn’t looking, know them off by heart, the ways he would yearn for him and burn as he looked at that hand lying next to him. 

he never thought he would ever get to hold him like this, to be held by him. to be able to let his hands wander all over him like paintbrush to painting, to whisper “breakfast’s ready, honey” in his ear every morning and sleep entwined within his embrace, knowing the scent of his pillow blindfolded. 

nick kisses him quickly, and starts to sing a parody of “all the single ladies”, except, charlie thinks fondly, this time the lyrics seem to comprise entirely of “char got his book published, char got his book published”. 

nick gives a celebratory twirl, before giving in to charlie’s protests (“ nick! sit down!”), and lays him on the couch. 

charlie looks up at nick’s breathless, laughing face, feeling his world come together again. 

“now this,” nick says with a wide grin, “this calls for a celebration”. 

“and what might that be?” charlie murmurs, pulling nick closer to him with his tie and smiling against his lips. 

nick lifts his hand to stroke a stray curl off charlie’s face, and whispers,

“avenger movie marathon?”

charlie grins, waiting for the sparkle in nick’s eyes as he says the words, 

“of course, honey”

nick looks at him, wordless for a second then drops a kiss onto charlie’s forehead. 

“are you ok for snacks?”

nick asks gently, momentary hesitation playing across his face. 

charlie nods- these days, with nick by his side, he barely had to think about his disorder. 

nick’s face breaks into a wide grin, before dramatically rolling off the sofa and blowing kisses at charlie. 

“well then, farewell mon amour, je reviendrai”

charlie rolled his eyes but smiles- nick knew how much he loved his french accent. 

four hours later, as the credits roll past on the screen, nick tenderly brushes popcorn crumbs off the couch and tucks their fluffy dog patterned blanket (that nick had insisted was “a need, char- please?”) over charlie. looking at the time, he turns the tv off with a flick of his wrist. 

“nick..”

charlie mutters, reaching for his hand. 

“what, sweetheart?”

nick folds his hands over charlie’s thumbs. 

“don’t..don’t turn it off yet..”

nick laughs, and plays with charlie’s fingers. 

“you don’t really want to watch the credits? charlie spring, my suspicions are confirmed- you are a gay nerd.”

charlie pulls the blanket over his head and giggles, 

“why do you like me, then?”

nick whisks the blanket off charlie, before tickling him. 

“nick! nick that’s not fair!”

nick smiles at charlie, before lifting his hands in mock surrender. 

charlie, still laughing, says drowsily, 

“i think i might be in love with you, nicholas. ”

and nick’s gone, back in a place where whispered rumors would ambush hallways, scornful looks turning char back to front, inside out. 

“did you hear about that year 9 who’s gay?” would creep over the tips of tongues as sharp as two-edged knives, as bitter as wormwood.

he remembers a time when even the word “like” around another boy was forbidden, when he could count the number of openly queer kids at their school on both hands- wait, one hand. 

when he would stare at charlie by slamming lockers and feel something he’d never felt before, swallow and unclench his ribs and tell himself again and again, “it’s only sympathy.”  he remembers the way he used to admire from afar, too scared to look that foreign, but somehow so familiar feeling in the eye. 

nick stares at him for a second, at the smudges of peanut butter on charlie’s nose and popcorn littered in his dark curls, before stroking charlie’s collarbone, watching his face carefully as he does. 

“tu sais que tu es toujours à moi”

nick whispers, kissing him on the cheek. 

charlie drinks him in as he lifts his face to kiss nick again. 

god, nick thinks, running his fingers through charlie’s dark curls, and he feels like a teenager again.

“i’m getting peanut butter all over you,”

charlie protests sleepily.

“i don’t mind, sweetheart.”

nick leans his forehead against charlie’s. 

just then, charlie pulls away and yawns, and nick is hit with a sudden realisation of how late it is. 

“ok, off to bed, sleepyhead,”

nick murmurs, as he lifts charlie, blanket and all, into his arms and walks towards the door. 

[clandestone]

 //   (  reese witherspoon  .  cis-female  .  she/her  )  .    ⸻  charlotte  talbot  ,  a  forty-eight  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  twenty-eight  years .  the  caged  songbird  is  known  for  being  graceful  and  distrustful  and  is  often  associated  with  the  call  of  a  mourning  dove  in  the  distance,  rain  keeping  you  awake  as  it  thunders  on  the  roof,  the  weight  of  your  dog’s  head  in  your  lap.  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a  photographer for the register,  word  travels  fast  .

the basics

Name: charlotte talbot Nicknames: lottie, char, anything but charlie Gender: cis-female, she/her Sexual Orientation: bisexual, biromantic Age: 48 Birthday: february 25, 1976  Occupation: photographer for the register Marital Status: publicly married to nathan talbot, privately separated  Pets: a rescued rhodesian ridgeback named Bear  Positive Traits: graceful, sweet, witty, generous Negative Traits: distrustful, cagey, gossipy, proud

aesthetics

Inspiration: esme (twilight), madeline mackenzie (big little lies), amy march (little women), lily van der woodsen (gossip girl) Animal: elk Tarot Card: the wheel of fortune Zodiac: pisces   Element: air Mineral: moonstone Song: Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac (specifically the 1997 live version where stevie nicks tries to blow lindsay buckingham up with her mind) 

Backstory

It’s hard to ignore the whispers, the stares, the rumors. No one seemed to know what business Charlotte had in Red Creek, but the townspeople thought itt was strange, the way she kept to herself, the way she seemed to be entirely able to support herself at such a young age, the way she clammed up at the slightest question about her past. Especially when her story was so simple, so boring- she’d lived in Los Angeles for her entire life, and after falling out with her family, she decided she’d had enough of the traffic, the heat, the noise. Years before, she’d been enchanted by an article about northern Michigan in National Geographic, so at only twenty years old, she packed her car and drove thousands of miles away from home in search of a fresh start. After a few months, she was old news, and people stopped turning to stare when they saw her walk into a room. When she started to publicly date Nathan Talbot, the whispers died off completely. It was disorienting, being accepted into the community almost overnight after months of being the source of such gossip. But more than that, it was a relief to no longer be seen with those questioning, suspicious eyes. Charlotte’s marriage to Nathan only further cemented her in the community, and by the time they’d had their first child, no one could imagine a time that Lottie wasn’t floating around town, camera in hand. She didn’t know what a blessing it was to be so accepted, so loved- not until the first death.  Hannah Visser’s death affected her in such a profound, almost visceral way. She’d left home to escape chaos, and had somehow found herself in a situation that had her paranoid and terrified, unable to sleep at night. She came home one day, a great pyrenees puppy in her arms, and that seemed to put her at ease. Knowing she had something between her family and the danger kept her anxiety manageable, and she’s kept a dog of some kind in the house ever since.  Charlotte’s adoration for her children can be seen around every corner at her home- pictures all over the walls, sitting in frames on dressers and side tables. She would do anything to keep them safe, and they are at the forefront of her mind. She may not have always been perfect, but she feels she did the best she could.   Around town, Lottie can be found every morning at early rise bakery, having a cup of coffee. Photography is a huge talent and passion of hers, and working at the register is more about keeping busy and staying creative than making a living. She’s not entirely comfortable in front of a camera though, only having photos taken when absolutely necessary. Occasionally, she’ll sell prints of her favorite photos around town, but never online. 

Wanted Connections

With Charlotte and Nathan being privately separated, it would be fun to have a lil thing on the side to spice things up, as a treat. It would probably start slow and accidentally, since she really doesn’t want to make waves, but could eventually turn into full-fledged sneaking around.  Her group of friends, people she meets at the bakery every morning. Probably close-ish friends, people she can gossip and bitch with. I picture them having a book club, but it’s just an excuse to go to each other’s house and drink wine. A true BFF. Probably the only one who knows about her separation, and knows more about her than anyone else, really. This would have to be someone she trusts with her entire life, since she is a very closed book. Likely someone she’s been friends with since she came to Red Creek. Fellow dog-walkers!! Lottie’s dog has a lot of energy, so she gets her daily exercise in with two walks a day. Scary dog privilege is a lot of work! It’d be fun if this was a newer connection, someone she didn’t interact with much before she started taking a new route, or something like that. Now they purposefully go out on their walks at the same time! 

[lemonycranberries]

NICK CALLING CHARLIE "CHAR" <33333333

[ao3feed-narlie]

time is a made up concept (i said no spoilers!)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dTxG0eK by thirteenick Nick 🐶 Hey Char Can you come over right now please? We have a Visitor Charlie 🐱 nicholas if it's a spider, i swear to god… i'm on my way Ten minutes later, Charlie walks through the door making a beeline for the living room, where Nick is sitting on the sofa, hands on his knees. “Where is the pest?” The newcomer asks, eyes scanning the walls in the room with rapid attention. “Wow, dad, that’s kind of rude. I prefer when you call me a brat or something.” or Nick gets a surprise visit in his house. She claims to be his daughter. From the future. Right. Words: 3094, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Original Female Character(s), Darcy Olsson, Tara Jones, Tao Xu, Elle Argent, Nellie Nelson Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring Additional Tags: Time Travel, Magic, kind of, you'll understand when you read it, Established Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring, Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Sorry did I mention fluff, Canon Compliant, to a degree, Nicholas "Nick" Nelson Loves Charles "Charlie" Spring, Charles "Charlie" Spring Loves Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, soft boyfriends, Boys In Love, They are so soft its maddening read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dTxG0eK

[thediamondarcher]

when i watched season 2 with my best friend (i had already watched it) it had spanish subtitles and when Sai said "too busy hanging out with your boyfriend", when he said "boyfriend" the subtitles said "PAPACITO" which basically means daddy 😭😭

and in season one when Nick calls charlie "Char", the subtitles said "chiquito" which basically means tiny. This happened too when he called him Char in the last scene, like it's a serious moment, why the fuck would he call him TINY?!?!!?!!

[overthinkthis]

Writing Pattern Tag Game

Tagged by @doyou000me in this post

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 6 posted fics + 1 that's on the way and 1 that's an original story and see if there’s a pattern.

(I only have 6 fics posted, which is the sad reflection of how little time to write I had in the last year)

...I don’t know if Mr. Nelson remembers me... Heartstopper, Nick/Charlie, Why Would He Want To

I really needed to learn to drink less alcohol in social settings. Heartstopper, no pairing - just Imogen having an existential crisis, I think I'd know

Maybe it was his punishment. Eastenders, Ben/Callum, What You See in Me

This is called a goodnight kiss. The Sign, Phaya/Tharn, don't stop

A chaos of boxes and bags was scattered around the room. Heartstopper, Nick/Charlie, the boy I loved

Tharn stood at the sink in the women’s bathroom, staring at his own reflection, trying not to feel anything. The Sign, Phaya/Tharn, if you love him

“Tharn, please.” The Sign, Phaya/Tharn, WIP, no title yet

"Should be an interesting case this time." Original WIP (no title and will probably never be posted anywhere but it's finished enough to have a first line at least)

Patterns?

I definitely like to start with what characters are thinking/feeling or dialogue. Probably a good reflection of what I care about most in stories. I sometimes try to give more descriptions of surroundings but then I remember that I'm writing fanfic and don't really have the time to work a lot on something I don't enjoy writing that much.

Another slightly related thing: In multichapter fics I often start chapters with the name of the POV char and I recently got worried about it being too redundant. But then I checked and saw that my favourite fics also do this a lot and I never even noticed. Which probably mostly means that I should stop overthinking and simply write more.

[emmettspeakz]

Every time I hear Nick call Charlie “Char”, I fucking MELT

[handjawbgotdeleted]

can’t get over that scene in Heartstopper season 2 where nick calls charlie “char” and the first thing I thought was charizard

[cloudywithachanceofgay]

heartstopper headcanons bc big sad

right let's start with charlie

this one is a little nsfw but ever since the love bite, he has had to learn how to cover them up. the girls had to teach him how to use the foundation and all that stuff. so occasionally he has to go buy some foundation from the store. tw: sh; sometimes when he's feeling super insecure about his scars, he tends to use the foundation to cover them up. it doesn't happen too often but on some days when he feels like shit, he decides to cover them up. (hc for nick: nick knows when he does and doesn't, he also checks up on him)

charlie is not a big fan of dressing up for halloween (especially cringy couple costumes.) but nick on the other hand LOVES it. he begs charlie each year and charlie always gives in. mostly because nick convinces him but also he cannot refuse nicks golden retriever eyes.

charlie uses some makeup. like.. for his eyebrows and maybe from time to time some blush or mascara.

obviously charlie is a HUGE listener. he listens to tao when he needs to but always zones out in the middle of it or it just goes in one ear and out the other. but he is much different from when nick ranting to him. he deeply looks into nicks eyes while he talks. charlie could hear him talk for hours on and on. he also thinks it is a cute trait that nick has.

charlie wanted to surprise nick for some holiday (whichever idc) and he almost burned the house down while simply baking a pastry.

nick:

nick loves dogs but he was never very fond of golden retrievers. he always loved nellie's breed (idk her breed ;-;) but he doesn't care for them. i feel like some of his favorite breeds would be golden doodles, blue lacy etc.

nick gets really flustered when charlie slips in a pet name (sweetie, dear, darling, love, etc.) when talking to him.

nick is a lot like a stereotypical dad and loves to take pictures of everything no matter what time it is or wherever he is.

nick always kisses nellie AND charlie goodnight. though one time he forget to kiss char and lets just say.. he didn't notice until 3 days later.

nick is super scared of little creepy crawlies, literally anything with more than 4 limbs. so one day charlie was at the grocery store and nick called him and yelled "EMERGENCY HELP ME" and charlie literally zoomed to their place and he found nick in the kitchen with mittens on, a mask, and standing on the table with oil spray in his hand. charlie was too stunned to speak and found the spider and took it outside.

hc for the both of them:

they both wanted to propose to each other on the same day and when they did, they both began to go on one knee at the same time. nick fumbled his speech and was stuttering a lot, while charlie was turning very red and he shouted "DO YOU WANT TO ME MARRY ME NICK NELSON" and nick was too stunned to speak... obviously he said yes once he collected himself.

alr thats all cuz im tired, ill probably work on tao and elle next or tori and micheal. peace out.

-O

idk who the credits are for this picture but it is definitely not mine.

[astrasalis]

twenty years prior:

He’s staring at the ceiling where a bright disco ball is spinning, its silver reflection dancing across the room, rays of light as bright and incandescent as the moon above him. Charlie can't tear his eyes away, he could try blaming the alcohol in his system, that it somehow has made his mind all round and fuzzy but he decides against it. Sometimes things are just--"Mesmerizing isn't it?" He blinks once, twice before turning his attention to the right of him, Rhys was standing beside him, his eyes trained on the disco ball with some kind of holy reverence. He can't help his smile, can't help the sudden uptick of his heartbeat. "Yeah," he says because he can't think of anything more intelligent. Rhys must have noticed because his eyes had moved from the shiny ball on the ceiling to Charlie. "You drunk, Char?"

"Drunk? No, not drunk. I would say I'm...tipsy," when Rhys looks unconvinced Charlie adds, "Listen officer, I've had three, maybe four drinks, max. I can still walk a straigh--. Oh! Are you off?" His friend clicks his tongue, his mouth fighting off a smile before giving him a singular nod. "We should dance, Rhys."

"That, that sounds like a disaster."

"Oh come on, Rhys. You work at a night club but you don't dance?"

He throws Charlie an unimpressed look, "Technically I work outside of the club."

"Rhys!"

"Charlie." He liked the way his name sounded coming out of his mouth, like it belonged there, like his mouth was carved from stone and brought to life just to say it.

"Just one dance. We can go slow, like in the movies."

"Char, they only play fast music here."

"Okay?"

"Charlie." His heart leaps.

"Say yes, Rhys," a complicated emotion plays across Rhydian's face, a million thoughts and phrases he will never be privy to. Did he already fuck this up? Did his mask let up? Did his tone echo his want better than his words ever could? He almost says it right then and there when Rhys gently pulls Charlie against him. Surprise: warm and welcome, sweet as honey, floods him like sunshine after a storm. His arms are loose around Charlie's waist, so he wraps his arms above his shoulders and around his neck. He's right, the music is much too fast for them to dance too but that's okay, they sway left to right and back again as if on beat.

This close he can see the pink growing on Rhys' cheeks, the flecks of light reflecting off his dark eyes, the small nicks on his face still healing from a previous fight. He wants to run his hands over them, press the tender skin to see if it still hurt. He didn't want it to still hurt. "Charlie?" He smelled like burnt oak wood, like dark woods with bright stars, like a brisk wind from a brutal winter, oh god, god he wanted to taste him. "Char," his voice was low and rumbly, like he was out of breath, like he'd be screaming for hours on end. Was he on fire? No. But he could be, he wanted to be, if it was at his hands.

"Six hundred years, Rhys, six hundred years and you're still the only person who calls me that." His arms tighten around his waist, he feels lightheaded, has his heart stopped? Has he died again, again, again? Burn me. Eat me whole.

"Should I stop?" Charlie laughs, a sharp gasp of air before shaking his head. He's smiling at him, this soft tiny thing, he wants so badly to paint it, hang it up in his room, to stare at, to kiss over and over again. He feels hot, mostly he's drunk, he's on the verge of recklessness.

He wants to say, kiss me, instead he says, "Want to go to Em's office?" Rhys looks towards the staff entrance, nervous almost, before looking back at Charlie.

He can see it in his eyes: why?

Charlie, pleading, says back, you know why.

Together they walk to the employees-only area but they don't make it that far, they definitely don't make it to Em's office. His hands are in Rhys' hair, their mouths open and hungry as they kiss. It's wet, it's messy, it's every bit desperate as it is relief. It's a quiet chanting of finally, finally, finally. He pushes a hand beneath his shirt, clawing, pawing, searching as Rhys holds Charlie by his belt loops. He's insane, he must be, this can't be real, this can't be happening, this can't fin--Rhys moans against his mouth and he can't think. The world is just this; his lips, his tongue, this soft pale chest, those teeth, this hair, this, this, this, him, him, him. He was the kindest fire he's ever tasted. "Rhys," he gasps between kisses, between bitten lips and crushing pressure.

"Rhys," he tries again, he turns his head so they're cheek to cheek. His mouth hurt, his heart burned, his hands settled somewhere around his ass. They're both breathing hard, their chests rising and falling in harmony like keys on a piano. "Rhys,"

"Yes?" His voice is all smoke, Charlie presses in closer, rubbing his cheek against the other's like a dog to a palm.

"Can I blow you?" The grip Rhys had on his belt loops tightened, hip to hip, cheek to cheek, his breathing came hot and fast.

"Please," please? Like he's not the one granting him the favor? Charlie presses a kiss to his cheek, his jaw, peppers kisses down his throat, smiles against his skin as Rhys sighs, soft and blissful. He wants to bottle the sound, play it over and over. Instead he moves lower, lower, kissing over skin and fabric where he saw fit until he’s firmly on his knees. This is right, he thinks, Rhys above him, lips bruised, Charlie on his knees below him, eyes towards heaven. He leans forward and bites Rhys from over the fabric of his jeans. “Christ,” he inhales sharply.

“Not quite,” Charlie replies, his smile warm and slick as he unbuttons his jeans. Rhys is watching him, the same way he watched the disco ball spin. Mesmerizing isn’t it? He refrains from echoing that sentiment back to him, instead he tugs his jeans down, not to his ankles, just enough to get where he needs to go. Rhys visibly swallows, Charlie pulls his boxers low on his hips, presses a kiss to the bone on his right. A thrill runs down his spine as goosebumps rise beneath his lips. He needed to know Rhys wanted this as much as he did. Six hundred years, he thought, six hundred years of waiting for him to notice. Had he been looking back all this time?

Charlie bites his hip, licks the space he bit and does it again. He isn't rough with his teeth, just enough to make Rhys swear under his breath, just enough to have him squirming against the wall and Charlie. He wants to take his time, run his tongue along every bare inch of skin but realistically they didn't have much time. He returns to his task, lowers Rhys' boxers enough to free him. He maintains eye contact as Rhys puts all his weight against the wall, his hand coming up to cup Charlie's cheek. He could die like this, he thought, just like this.

"Charlie." Again, say it again. He takes hold of him, warm and pulsing, god, god, god. His thumb swipes over his tip, pressing into the small indent, it comes away wet and sticky, his mouth is already watering. Rhys closes his eyes, bruised lips parted, head up towards heaven as if in prayer. But isn't he god now?

He gives him a squeeze, the other let's out an inhuman sound, "Look at me, Rhys." He obeys, brown eyes peer down at him, bright and hungry. "Don't stop looking until I'm done. Understood?" He nods, his cheeks redder than ever. He wanted to kiss him again but it would have to wait. He runs his tongue down the length of him, down, down, down, then back up, up, up. Rhys has moved his hand to Charlie's hair, his fingers curl in his hair, possibly, to keep himself quiet. That won't last long.

He puts the tip of him in his mouth, he hears Rhys inhale again, a small gasp maybe as he sucks. He tastes like salt, like sweat, like he'll be the only man he will ever love. He swallows around him, pushing him in further, deeper, allowing him to take up all the space inside him. Rhys is swearing now, but he's still looking, his hand firmly placed behind Charlie's head now. He pulls back, just a little, runs his tongue over the tip before kissing it, Rhys grunts somewhere above him. "Charlie, please."

He doesn't need to be asked a third time. Charlie wraps his mouth around him, pushes him in deep enough that his eyes begin to water. He doesn't care, he wants it, wants him. Up and down he goes, teeth gently scraping the skin as he goes. All the while, Rhys is making ungodly noises, his fingers tugging his hair rough and insistent. He wouldn't have cared if he pushed him harder, further, he'd do anything he'd ask of him. Just ask, Rhys, just ask, I'm already yours. His hips twitch towards him, chasing the heat of his mouth whenever he pulls up, it's needy, it's greedy, it's everything Charlie wants to offer him. He uses his hand to stroke whatever doesn't fit down his throat, let's his saliva slick the way so it doesn't hurt.

"Charlie. Charlie. Oh, Charlie!" His breath is rushed, insistent, wild and raw as he takes hold of Charlie's face, all gentle and sweet before coming in his mouth. He almost chokes on it, his need, but he manages to pull back just enough to swallow: he's ash, he's salt, he's sweat and bitter and his. He maintains eye contact as he licks the other clean, taking his time to clean every spot of cum off of him. When he's finished he presses a kiss to his hip, presses his cheek against it afterward as Rhys stroke his hair back. His heart settled in his chest, calm and comfortable as they breathe together.

"Char?" He glances up at the other, smiling as his mind goes fuzzy with bliss. "Kiss me?" He gets off his knees, helps Rhys tuck himself away before kissing him again. He wraps his arms around his neck like he had on the dance floor but this time their lips don't part, they remain as close as possible to one another. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. Rhys stiffens against him, pulls away from their kiss even as Charlie chases after him, beckoning him back into the warmth of his mouth. "It's Pie,"

"What?"

"Pie, it's Pie!" Rhys pulls away entirely, leaving Charlie suddenly very cold. He swallows, his mouth still tasted of him, bitter and salty. Sure enough Pie comes around the corner, his face pinched in confusion.

"There you are! I've been looking for you all damn night, kid. Where have you been?"

"We--," Charlie starts.

"We were just talking. You know how impossible that is to do out on the floor," Charlie gives Rhys a funny look. Why was he lying? Pie wouldn't care if they were messing around together. God, Pie was always the first to push Charlie into hanging out with Rhys alone. He was about to say as much when Pie speaks again.

"Oh, well Em wants to talk to you about the books or some shit. You guys done with...whatever you were talking about?" Charlie looks over at Rhys but he isn't meeting his eye anymore. Something ugly yawns open in the center of his chest. He was already regretting this, regretting Charlie, regretting that first kiss. He felt ugly. He felt small. He wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake, shake, shake until he looked at him again. Please. Rhys still wouldn't look at him.

Whatever he was feeling. whatever he was holding, he tucked it away, forced the tears in his eyes back before nodding at his friend. "Yeah, we're done here. We shouldn't keep the boss waiting." He doesn't glance back, mostly because he was terrified he'd cry if he did.

What Charlie didn't know is Rhydian watched him go, every step, every heartbeat until he was completely out of view.

What Rhydian didn't know is once he was out of earshot Pie smiled at Charlie and said, "You made out didn't you?"

"Not now."

"You did! You kissed him."

"Pie," his chest was on fire. It didn't matter if they kissed, Rhys didn't want him.

Not really.

@lunarrbxnshee