#nic sheff �� you

[roxygen22]

can i request any beautiful boy writing and thank you love your writing

Aww - thanks, anon! I can't believe I haven't written for Nic yet, so thanks for the nudge!

Context: Nic has been sober for a while and is holding down a steady job in the city, where he meets the reader.

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Bus Stop

"I have a crush on a stranger," you blurted out at dinner with your BFF. She stared at you like you had lost your mind. Maybe you had.

"Okaaaaay. Tell me about said...stranger," she replied slowly, skeptically.

"I take the same bus every day heading home from the office. Same bus. Same route. Same time. Every weekday. This cute guy - dark brown curls and cheekbones that could cut glass - always gets on two stops later and sits across from me. Every day except Wednesdays. Sometimes, if we happen to lock eyes when I look up, he'll nod and offer a closed-lipped smile. The looks have started to...linger. I've noticed that I have started to look forward to it."

At some point while narrating your story, your focus drifted off into the distance. When your eyes returned to your friend, she was grinning at you like a cheshire cat.

"Oof, you've got it bad."

"I know....," you groaned and dramatically dropped your forehead to your hands.

"What's the big deal? Ask him out." She shrugged nonchalantly.

You stared at her wide-eyed, jaw slack. "How?" You asked incredulously.

She laughed. "Start by asking his name. The rest should take care of itself."

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The following Monday was a federal holiday, so you wouldn't see the beautiful mystery boy again until Tuesday. The last hour of work crawled by at a torturous pace. At closing, you grabbed your coat and bolted out the door, determined to catch the bus on time. It dependably arrived at your stop like clockwork.

You sat in your usual spot, knee bouncing from nerves and excitement. Two stops later, a slew of people stepped onboard. With each unfamiliar face, you grew more and more disappointed until finally, the object of your affection appeared. He took his normal position across the way and down a few seats. He always looked so nice and put together in his button-down shirt and slacks.

You were eager to talk to him but didn't want to come off as a stalker, so you waited a couple of stops before scooting over to sit directly in front of him. Your movement caught his attention, prompting him to look up at you.

"Hi," you squeaked and froze as you locked eyes.

"Hi," he replied slowly, both confused and amused. He flashed a smile that frazzled you further.

"I- uh, I've seen you here almost every day for months. So this isn't like talking to a stranger. I, uh, don't usually make it a habit of talking to strangers. I've been wanting to meet you." You paused and caught your breath. "I'm [Y/N]." You stuck out your right hand to shake. Smooth, real smooth.

"Hi, [Y/N]." You felt electricity run through your fingertips as he took your hand in his. "I'm Nic."

"Nic," you breathed, holding his hand probably a little longer than a customary handshake. You weren't sure what to do next, except make a note that your BFF gives terrible advice.

He cleared his throat. "I- I've uh, noticed you, too. On the bus every day, I mean."

All you could do was blush.

"Getting off work for the day?" Nic asked as you settled back into your seat, nodding toward the laptop bag at your side.

"Yep, the daily grind. The best part is the bus ride home."

It was his turn to blush. He ducked his head down sheepishly. You were dismayed to look up and see your stop was next.

"This is my stop coming up. The day crept by while I waited to finally talk to you, but the ride blazed by once I did." You sadly half-smiled as you looked into his jade-hued eyes, while also admiring your own newly found confidence.

"Oh." You detected a hint of disappointment in Nic's voice. "If...hopefully this doesn't sound creepy...if you'd like, I can get off here, too, and walk with you. My stop is just the next one down," he offered.

Your heart beat rapidly - slightly wary since he was still effectively a stranger, but mostly exhilarated by the prospect of having more time with him. Your words failed, so you just nodded.

When the bus stopped, you both stood and walked toward the front. Nic stepped off first, then turned and offered his hand to help you down.

"Thanks," you responded, blushing at the gentlemanly gesture.

"Where to?" he asked as he shoved his hands in his coat pockets.

You froze as rationality hit you like a ton of bricks, finally realizing that you would be leading this guy, still essentially a stranger, to your apartment. No matter how much you liked him, that wasn't a smart move.

"Well, I...I," you stammered nervously. "I barely know you, so I'm not going to show you where I live. Not yet, no offense."

"None taken," Nic replied, holding his hands up in surrender.

"But I want to get to know you, and I don't want that to stop here. Want to duck in somewhere and grab a drink?"

"I- I don't drink." His brow furrowed, and his eyes cast downward slightly. "B-but I do eat!" he added. "Hungry? My treat."

You smiled and nodded, pointing at the diner across the street. "How about there? They make a mean cheeseburger and milkshake."

Nic grinned. "Works for me."

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Part 2

Masterlist

@croatianprincess @bluizh @jindongdongie @groovy-lady @pmak2002

[shortcakesturns]

Nic Sheff x female reader okay so like the reader also has some addictions but not drugs just weed and alcohol and maybe some self-harm too if you do that stuff and they basically try to help each other out but like Nic finds the reader like dead but not dead and yeah angst + fluff

Thank you!!

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 - 𝐍𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐟

𝐀/𝐧: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝! 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬!!! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐨....

Living with Nic had been a roller coaster, with constant highs and lowest lows. Highs had been staying clean for days and lows were the days you were caught out in an alley buying from a mysterious man.

It wasn’t anything hard, so not a single thought crossed your mind while buying.

“it’s just weed nothings gonna happen.”

Weed wasn’t even the worst you had done, so you didn’t know why Nic was so adamant about you not buying anymore. Weed only took the painful thoughts away. Nic had pleaded with eyes full of worry for you not to go and buy. Here you were in a dark alley on a rainy night, meeting up with this random plug who offered to give you a good amount for a small price.

“10 bucks?” Confusion washed over your face.

“Yeah I mean, I just need to get rid of it.” he handed the bag to you.

“Alright man, thanks” You handed him the 10 bucks and strutted away feeling on top of the world for the deal you had just scored, you made your way to the car.

You glance at your phone, 2:48 am The phone reads. You glance at the text your mom sent about an hour ago still not knowing how to react.

“Y/n, you can't just keep ignoring us. All I'm saying is that it's bullshit you wasted your life when you could have gone to college like Amelia. Your sister is a perfect role model honey, love you!”

“Fuck Amelia and your petty bullshit momma, always Amelia this and Amelia that.” you talk to yourself leaving your mom on read.

You start your car and begin to head home, wondering what Nic would say if he saw that text, what he would say if he saw the weed you newly bought.

The drive was short, mostly when you're going 90 down a highway. Only takes around 10 minutes, the apartment you fled almost 45 minutes ago was now dimmed and seemed quiet from the window. You head up the stairs, play with your keys, and finally find the right one, playing with the handle you see the apartment is empty once you enter. A note is left on the refrigerator “went to get some food, I'll be back please be safe.”

You hastily open the fridge grab a bottle of tequila, rush to the bathroom, and lock it. Opening the window so the smell of weed would be faint instead of bold enough for Nic to walk in the door and notice. Turning on the water, you plug the drain to have a nice hot bath. You begin to undress and see the recently dried scars on your thighs, too far up for someone to see unless your clothes were off.

“Lucky you,” you said out loud yet again to yourself, it had been awhile since Nic had seen what your naked body had looked like, and you promised him you would stop.

“Yes Nic, I promise, I swear I'll never do it again.” the concern grew in his eyes as he traced his fingers over your cuts.

“Y/n…please. Never again,” he pleaded with you as tears fell down his face afraid he might lose you. That he might fail you.

You snap out of your thoughts and see the bathtub has filled up and you step in letting the hot water and steam consume you. You pop open the bottle of tequila and take a deep inhale of the cart you just bought, switching it out every time until your mind becomes hazy.

Something wasn't right, no you had gotten crossfaded before. Your head didn't feel light, it felt heavy and your movements were slow and you were struggling to move around, you couldn't focus. Had you been laced? What was going on?…. Your eyes began to go blurry and then it was black.

You could hear pounding on the door and the screams and cries of Nic, but you couldn't comprehend a thought, you felt so heavy and couldn't see.

“Y/n please, open this door please fuck. Are you okay?” his cries echoed through your head.

You tried to talk but nothing came out, you didn't move. A slam is heard, over and over again. The lock had come loose and you felt Nic hold your head above the water, now cold. When did that happen?

“Hello this is 911, whats your emergency.”

“Hello my girlfriend, she uh, she's passed out, she's barely breathing I-i uh- I think she overdosed? Send help please.” he breathes out shakily.

That was the last thing you heard before it all went faint and you woke up to the fluorescent lighting and hum. The occasional beep from a monitor.

Fluttering your eyes open, you see a curled-up Nic clasping your hand peacefully asleep and snot dried up around his bare nose. His eyes were red around the skin from wiping the tears away.

“Nic?” his head quickly jolts up and he stands up.

“Oh my god, hi sweetheart.” he grabs your chin gently kissing your lips afraid of hurting you. As if you were glass and he didn't want to break you. “Hold on, j-just hold on.” he presses the call button for the nurse.

“What happened? Nic…nic wh-”

“Baby, you were laced. Fentanyl. You're lucky you are even here, you were lucky to have the type of- no- not lucky at all but you didn't have the type that kills you instantly. but-” he drops his head into his hands pulling away from mine. “We have to talk.” he looks at me with his wide puppy eyes.

“Okay.” I look down at him. “You can't do this, you can't put yourself in danger. You can't lie anymore, you said you would be a better person for me. I said I would be a better person for you and you didn't hold up your end of the deal y/n. DAMIT.” tears threaten to fall from both of your eyes. He grabs your head and looks at you like nobody else exists in the world. His big eyes filled with tears was a sight that was engraved into your brain. “Just please baby. I'm here.” He cries.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry Nic. I just needed some time to wind down and I didn't know. I just didn't.” your voice breaks.

“Please we need to get through this together honey, I love you so much. I saw everything honey, please you need to get better for me. I can't stand for you to hurt yourself like this.”

“I love you, Nic, I promise I will change for you, baby.”

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

i don’t want to mess this up

pair: Nic Sheff x reader

requested by @idkchosseyou

can you make timothee like in beautiful boy role

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The house was quiet, the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen the only sound filling the space. You sat on the couch, legs curled beneath you, staring at the worn paperback in your hands. The words blurred together, your mind far from the pages. Nic was supposed to be home by now.

You tried not to worry. He was getting better, you told yourself. He was working on it. But that lingering anxiety never left. Not really.

Just as you were about to reach for your phone, the front door creaked open. You froze for a moment, listening. The familiar sound of Nic’s footsteps on the hardwood floor made your shoulders relax.

He appeared in the doorway, his hair tousled and dark circles under his eyes, but there was a softness to his expression that hadn’t been there before. Nic glanced at you and gave a small smile, the kind that was more for reassurance than anything else.

“Hey,” he said, his voice quiet as he shuffled over to the couch. “Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s okay,” you replied softly, setting your book down. You watched as he sank onto the couch beside you, close enough that your knees touched. “You alright?”

Nic nodded, though his gaze was focused on the floor. “Yeah. Just… took a walk, cleared my head.”

You didn’t push for more. He’d open up when he was ready. Instead, you gently reached out, placing your hand over his. His fingers twitched beneath yours, and for a second, you worried he’d pull away. But then he turned his hand, lacing his fingers with yours, holding on like it was the only thing keeping him steady.

“I don’t want to mess this up,” he whispered, barely audible, but you heard him.

“You’re not messing anything up,” you said firmly, squeezing his hand. “You’re doing your best, and that’s enough.”

He finally looked up, his eyes meeting yours, a storm of emotions swirling behind them. “I don’t deserve you,” he said, his voice cracking.

You leaned in, resting your forehead against his. “Yes, you do. And I’m not going anywhere.”

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The world outside didn’t matter—just the two of you, holding on to each other. Nic’s breathing slowly evened out, and you could feel the tension easing from his body. He wasn’t fixed. He wasn’t healed. But he was here. And that was enough for now.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you, too,” you replied, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “Always.”

[mattykay]

ok, call me sensitive but the ppl romanticizing Nics (Beautiful Boy) addiction is weird asf. I haven't seen the movie and tbh i don't plan to. i grew up with an addict older brother and it's affected so much, addiction is not an okay thing to romanticize. i really don't care if ppl write fics abt him post recovery because recovery is a thing to celebrate. but ppl also need to remember that addiction is a very real thing, it affects many ppl in more than just drugs. i'm not calling anyone out if you've written anything romanticizing his addiction (or anyone's) but mbe keep in mind what addiction truly is, a disease. it destroys the lives of the person in it and the ppl they love. keep that in mind when you write with addict characters.

[sturniolos-blog]

hey guys so i am writing on wattpad! Its not Matt sturniolo no, its actually timothee chalamet, more specifically nic sheff from beautiful boy. Its still a work in progress but i just wrote two chapters! Go read please! Love you guys!

[admireforever]

Beautiful Boy

[perfectfeelings]

As long as you look for someone else to validate who you are by seeking their approval, you are setting yourself up for disaster. You have to be whole and complete in yourself. No one can give you that. You have to know who you are - what others say is irrelevant.

Nic Sheff

[thoughtkick]

As long as you look for someone else to validate who you are by seeking their approval, you are setting yourself up for disaster. You have to be whole and complete in yourself. No one can give you that. You have to know who you are - what others say is irrelevant.

Nic Sheff

[perfectquote]

As long as you look for someone else to validate who you are by seeking their approval, you are setting yourself up for disaster. You have to be whole and complete in yourself. No one can give you that. You have to know who you are - what others say is irrelevant.

Nic Sheff

[thehopefulquotes]

As long as you look for someone else to validate who you are by seeking their approval, you are setting yourself up for disaster. You have to be whole and complete in yourself. No one can give you that. You have to know who you are - what others say is irrelevant.

Nic Sheff

[riordanness]

enchanté — [n.sheff]

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warnings: none

requested: no

tags: @honey-ambrosia my wife <33 (send her love or else)

a/n: idk?? i just had a random idea while watching this movie for the first time so enjoy i guess. nic is defo ooc, doesn’t do drugs in this fic either, and i know basically none of the movie plot yet. feel free to request nic sheff fics tho! <3

“Nice to meet you.” I smile; and shake my new roommate's hand. He seems nice enough, with pretty green eyes and curly brown hair.

He smiles back, then heads into our dorm room. I turn back to my conversation with the other girls in our hallway. Turns out there wasn’t an even number of girls or boys this year, so I got shoved into a dorm room with a guy. Not that that’s the worst thing that could’ve happened to me; he’s kinda cute.

One of the other new girls, I think she said her name was Alexa, nudges me. “Damn, I wish I was the not-so-unlucky girl stuck with a boy. He is hot.”

I shrug. “He’s not bad. He’s probably got a girlfriend though. Or he’s gay.” I nudge her back. “Doesn’t matter that much; he’s probably the kind of guy who spends all his time not in his dorm room. More time alone for me.”

I say goodbye and turn towards my bedroom door. I stop just before it, though, when I hear voices.

“Yeah, she seems nice, she’s just in the hall,” I hear my roommate say. I’m not entirely sure who he’s talking to, but then another person speaks, a much older man, and I remember his father is here.

“I feel for you though…” His father laughs, and I hear the sound of cds clacking together, and I realise that they’re my cds.

I internally cringe. Why did I decide to set up my cds? My roommate definitely thinks I’m a total loser freak now. I visualise my collection. Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Chase Atlantic, Melanie Martinez, Joshua Bassett, and the Chainsmokers. Pretty much screams ‘basic white girl’ doesn’t it?

I knock on the doorframe, stepping into view. “Hey,” I say, waving a little at his father. “Nice to meet you.”

My roommate’s father hastily shoves my cds back onto my desk. “You too. I’m Nic’s father.” He stands and offers me his hand. I shake it, offering a smile.

“Well…” Nic’s father pats his pockets. “I’d best be going.” He gives his son a hug, who stands and grips his father tightly.

I feel awkward, like I’m interrupting something.

“Everything,” Nic whispers.

“Everything.”

Though I have no idea what that means, I think it’s adorable.

His father leaves, and the two of us stand for a moment. Then I drop my bag on the floor next to my bed and flop myself onto it.

“What’s your name?” Nic asks quietly. “I’m Nic.”

I prop myself up on one elbow. “I know. I’m y/n.”

He nods. “Cool.”

There’s silence for a couple more seconds, more than feels comfortable.

I blow out my breath. “My friend thinks you’re cute.”

He laughs in surprise. “Is that a pick-up line?”

“No.” I glance at him. “She literally does think that.”

“Okay.” Another pause. “My dad thinks your music taste sucks.”

I glance over at my cd collection, which is now in an unorganised pile on my desk, compliments to Nic’s father. “Mm.”

“It’s not bad, though,” he offers. “I love Chase Atlantic.”

I raise an eyebrow, and meet his eyes. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhmmm. Vibes, Into It, Friends, Meddle About, CALL ME BACK, Church, some of my favourite songs ever.”

I make an impressed face. “Okay, okay. I’ll accept that.”

“The other stuff though?” He makes a face. “Taylor Swift? Really?”

I sit up. “Yes. Taylor Swift really.” I grab my notebook out of my bag and relax onto my pillows. “Now shh while I write this idea down.”

He suddenly looks interested. “You write?”

“Duh.”

“No, no,” he tries to backtrack. “I mean, I write too. That’s why I’m here. To study writing.”

I look at him over the top of my notebook. “You? A writer?” i don’t mean to sound incredulous, but I probably do.

He nods sincerely. “I love to write. What kind of things do you write?”

“Umm…” I stare up at the ceiling. “All kinds. Poetry, fiction, lyrics, fanfiction, essays, critiques, anything really. I just love anything to do with words and writing.” I swing my legs over the side of my bed, facing him. “What about you?”

“Me too. Anything.”

I nod. “Can I read something of yours sometime?”

He shoots me a crooked smile. “Only if I can read yours.”

“Deal.”

We shake hands, and I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t flutter a little.

It’s been six weeks of sharing a dorm with Nic Sheff, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every second.

Turns out, he’s amazing. At like, everything. His writing is incredible, at least the little I’ve seen so far. He can skateboard like nobody’s business. He can sing, speak French, and apparently, braid hair. (I know from experience, trust me on this).

“Hey, tresses,” Nic says, throwing his backpack on the floor, and himself on my bed.

I was at my desk, trying to study. “Hey,” I reply absentmindedly.

“You got class this afternoon?” he asks.

“Mhm.”

“Same one as me?”

“Probably.”

“Y/n…” he whines, picking up my Spider-Man squishmallow and throwing it at me. “Pay attention to me.”

I glance up. “What?”

“Do you have the poetry class in twenty minutes? The one we both take?” He asks the question slowly.

I read my timetable quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Okay. Let’s go then, it’s a bit of a walk and we do not want to be late.”

I shut my laptop. “Fine. Let’s go then.”

He jokingly offers me his arm, and instead of taking it like a lady, I hit him. “Ow, y/n!” he complains.

I giggle. “Come on, Nic. We don’t wanna be late.” I mimic his earlier words.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re awful, tresses.”

“You love me.”

He doesn’t reply to that.

“Alright, Mr Steff, would you like to read your poem aloud now?” Mr Day asks the boy.

Nic glances nervously at me, for some reason, then stands as he nods at our teacher. “Yes, sir.”

He unfolds a crumpled piece of paper, clears his throat, and licks his lips in the cute way he always does when he’s worried or nervous.

“Mon amour,

Oh, how I adore you.

The way you make me feel, my love,

it’s like I’d give anything for one of your smiles.

The fact that I can’t say ‘je vous aime’,

well, ça me tue à l’intérieur.

j’ai été enchanté de te rencontrer,

mon amour.

je pense que tu es á ma place.

Mon amour,

Oh, how I adore you.

Je vous aime.”

A brief silence follows Nic’s poem, then a round of applause, louder than any I’d heard here before.

He looks at me, and for a split second I don’t know why. Then it clicks.

“Me?” I ask weakly. “You wrote that… for me?”

He smiles shyly. “I love you.”

The whole class cheers, and we get another round of applause.

My mouth is open, and my heart is racing, but I know I want to say it too. But for some reason, when I open my mouth, the words won’t come out. So I do the only other thing I can think of.

I stand up, grab Nic by the collar, and pull him into a kiss.

The cheering gets a whole lot louder after that.

translation:

“My love,

Oh, how I adore you.

The way you make me feel, my love,

it’s like I’d give anything for one of your smiles.

The fact that I can’t say ‘I love you’,

Well, it kills me inside.

I was enchanted to meet you,

my love.

I think you belong with me.

My love,

Oh, how I adore you.

I love you.”

[roxygen22]

The Beautiful Boy Bus Stop Story was so cute! Would it be too much to ask for a part 2? The interactions between the pair was adorable! Love your stories. :)

Ask and ye shall receive! What do y'all think? Does it need a Part 3?

Bus Stop (Part 2)

Catch up on Part 1 here

Ever the gentleman, Nic held the door to the diner open for you. Once he stepped in after you, he scanned the room.

"Wow, it's like straight from a 50's TV show," he mused. Before you could respond, a voice rang out from the kitchen.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Have a seat, honey, and we'll be right with you," one of the servers called.

"Sooooo, do you come here often?" Nic joked as he followed you to your usual booth and sat across from you, facing away from the kitchen.

You shrugged and put on an innocent face. "Sometimes, I get tired of my own cooking." He didn’t need to know [yet] just how domestically challenged you were.

Cheryl, who often waited on you when you stopped by after work, appeared at the end of the table. "I was wondering if I would see you this week! And I see you brought a friend this time." She grinned and winked at you as she set down the menus in front of each of you. "What can I get you two to drink?"

You blushed at her lack of subtlety, hoping Nic wouldn't be put off. "I'll have a Coke."

"I'll just have some water, please," Nic responded politely.

"One water, one Coke, coming right up. I'll give you some time to look over the menu." As she stepped toward the kitchen, Cheryl turned on her heel and waved to get your attention. She pointed at Nic with one hand and signaled a thumbs up with the other. "Nice!" she mouthed.

You dropped your chin to hide the smile pulling at the corners of your lips. Luckily, Nic didn't seem to notice as he browsed the options. Not needing the menu, you took the chance to study his face up close. The way his dark hair curled into perfectly tousled ringlets. The light dusting of freckles across his cheekbones. The small scar just to the left of his no-

Your investigation was cut short when he set down the menu and looked back at you with those gorgeous eyes framed by lush lashes.

"So, uh, do you work downtown? I assumed since you're already on the southbound route when I get on the bus," he inquired.

You shook yourself from your stupor. "Oh, yes, I do. I'm a paralegal at Warner, Fitzgerald, and Associates. But, I'm studying to be a lawyer, though."

"A lawyer, huh? Impressive. How much lo-"

Before he could continue, Cheryl returned and set the drinks down on the table. "Alright, are we ready to order?" Nic gestured for you to speak first.

"I'll just have my usual," you said, handing the menu that you never opened back to her.

"And you, dear?" Cheryl asked, turning to Nic.

"I'll, uh, have the same." He flashed a smile at you before handing over his menu. "Thank you."

After Cheryl turned away, you leaned forward toward him. "You don't even know what my usual is."

Nic shrugged. "Perhaps not, but everything on the menu looked good."

You giggled and sat back. "Well, prepare to be amazed, then." He smiled that gorgeous smile in return that caused you to glitch again. Was there anything not perfect about this guy?

Realizing you were probably all but drooling at this point, you cleared your throat to break the brief awkward silence and regain your composure. "So what about you?"

"Hmm?" He tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. An adorable one.

"Sorry. What do you do for work?" you clarified.

"I'm, uh...I'm a writer."

"You don't seem too sure about that, Nic," you teased, but then quickly froze, realizing that he probably wasn't yet ready for your brand of humor. To your relief, he chuckled and clasped his hands on the table.

"I am putting it out into the universe that I will be an accomplished author one day. But in the meantime, I am working downtown at the news station while I am going back to school."

"Back?" you ask curiously.

"Well, I didn't finish the first time due to some, uh, complications. I had to figure some things out about life first."

You could tell by the way Nic cast his eyes down to the table that there was more to the story than could be unpacked at present. Without thinking, you reached out and placed your hand on top of his.

"A winding road makes for a much more interesting story than the straight and narrow, Mr. Writer," you replied reassuringly.

Nic glanced up at you and half-smiled before looking down again at your hand. "I suppose you're right." He rotated one palm up to hold yours.

A tiny gasp escaped your lips. ::Is this really happening?:: you thought to yourself. Nic's thumb grazed your knuckles, leaving a trail of fire from his touch. Much to your chagrin, Cheryl cut the moment short by walking up with your plates. Nic cleared his throat and pulled back to make room on the table.

"Here we go," she announced. "Two open-faced cheeseburgers with a fried egg on top and a side of curly fries. Enjoy! I'll check on you again in a bit."

"Wow," Nic exclaimed. "Can't say I've ever had an egg on a burger before."

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," you responded before unabashedly taking a huge, ungraceful bite of your own burger, leaving a bit of mustard on the corner of your lip.

"You've, uh, got something right...," he paused to point at his own cheek to demonstrate.

"Oh!" You hurriedly grabbed your napkin to wipe it away, bringing attention to your deep blushing.

Nic laughed. "Hey, it's cool, it's cool! Now, where do I even start with this burger?" He joined the halves and brought it to his mouth, manfully taking a big bite to match yours. He chewed a moment before his face lit up. "Oh man!"

"See?! And you dared doubt me," you teased.

"I vow to never doubt you again." Nic locked eyes with you and blushed with his own admission. He laughed it off, and the two of you continued to chow down, occasionally taking a break to talk about classes, what the other likes to do for fun, and other enjoyable small talk.

Cheryl stopped by to check on you as you both picked at the last of your fries. "Can I get you two anything else? Maybe the usual milkshake?"

"Oh, no, I'm stuffed," you admitted.

"Maybe next time," Nic added as he retrieved his wallet.

::Next time?!:: Your heart raced. Cheryl picked up on it, too, and winked at you again when she returned his card.

Check closed, you and Nic slowly walked out of the diner. "I had fun tonight. Getting asked out on a date was not how I pictured today going, but I'm here for it," he said, hands in his pockets as he walked alongside you down the street toward your place.

"Same. While there was some premeditation on my part," you replied through a laugh, "I didn't dare speculate what would happen after I said hello."

"I'm glad you did. Say hello, I mean."

"Me, too." You slowed to a stop, forcing him to stop and turn back to you. "As much as I don't want this evening to end, this is my street." You jutted your thumb at the street sign at the intersection. "Will I see you on the bus tomorrow?" you asked, hope evident in your tone.

"I have a, uh, standing meeting after class on Wednesdays."

"Oh, right." You visibly deflated. "I forgot today is Tuesday, not Monday. You never get on the bus on my commute home on Wednesdays."

"You notice when I'm not there?" Nic asked in disbelief.

"Always." You smiled as you looked up into his eyes, following his movement as he stepped in closer.

"[Y/N]?" he breathed.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

<><><><><>

Masterlist

@croatianprincess @bluizh @groovy-lady @pmak2002

[surqrised]

As long as you look for someone else to validate who you are by seeking their approval, you are setting yourself up for disaster. You have to be whole and complete in yourself. No one can give you that. You have to know who you are - what others say is irrelevant.

Nic Sheff

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

Nic Sheff masterlist nav. megalist

▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️fluff▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️

i don’t want to mess this up

[pmak2002]

Just a Bite.

Timothee struggles eating and gaining weight back after filming Beautiful Boy.

TW: Eating little to nothing, Health endangerment for a role.

You hated how Sick Timothee looked. His intense weight loss for Beautiful Boy had been wrecking him from the inside out. Now going out to eat was checking portions and making sure he could stomach it without puking or feeling nauseous. His body still had to adjust to eating more food again.

“I’m not hungry.” Timothee whined as you both sat at a booth at your favorite restaurant in NYC.

“A small portion won’t hurt your tummy bub.” You say gently.

“We’ve been skipping out on our usual date nights because eating has been so hard for you. Let’s try a small meal tonight and see how you feel hm?” You ask.

He looks at you exhaustion written all over his face. Ever since filming had wrapped a few weeks ago. Timothee was struggling to gain back the weight he had needed to lose for the role of Nic Sheff.

Then when he had needed to gain back some weight to play Nic at a healthier stage in his life. That was hard too. The spaghetti he had tried to eat made him feel so sick.

“Just a bite for me?” You ask more like pleaded with him.

He sighs heavily and nods.

“Ok” he said tiredly.

“I know you are hungry and I know it hurts but you need to feel better.” You reach your hand out to grab his from across the table. He takes it and kisses it.

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

You both order your meals and talk while you wait for them to arrive.

“I’m proud of you baby.”

He nodded and smiled weakly.

By the time the food arrives Timothee is fidgeting with his rings and seems to be mentally preparing himself for the meal.

“It’ll be ok babe. Just a bite and if you want to eat more you can.” You tell him

He nods and slowly starts to eat and you eat your meal. While keeping an eye on Timothee as he eats slowly. Taking his time with it. You know why he’s doing it. Because he’s afraid he’ll feel sick.

Halfway through the meal he drops his fork and his hand flies to his mouth.

“Oh sweetie.” You say worriedly.

He swallows hard and takes a deep breath keeping his hand over his mouth.

“Easy does it sweetness next time it comes up let it ok? Don’t force yourself to swallow.” You remind him.

He cautiously moves his hand away from his mouth.

“I’m tired of feeling empty.” He whined before burping harshly. His hand flew to cover his mouth.

He gets up and rushes to the bathroom where you follow immediately. Finding him in a stall violently losing his barely digested dinner.

“Oh my love.” You coo as you kneel next to him and rub his back.

He cries as he throws up. All those days eating protein goo was now wrecking havoc on his already weakened body.

“Let’s go home yeah?” You ask.

He whimpers and nods as you grab toilet paper to wipe his mouth.

“I’m sorry ok I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry mon amor you’ll be alright. We’ll go to the doctor first thing tomorrow.”

He whines when you mention the doctor.

“Sorry lovey but I want you feeling better. Come on.”

You help him up and help him out to the car after paying your bill.

Once home you get Timothee comfy on the couch.

After you’ve both changed into pjs and help him eat a tiny bit of saltine crackers and a few sips of water before cuddling him on the couch for the rest of the night.

Inspired by @starlightsuffered and their post

Beautiful boy

[hoosurdaddy]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔸𝕚 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕤.

Hello :) these are all my character Ai bots that I’ve created :) all are based off my stories so it’s not someone copying me.💕 these are all more or less the same:) I’ll be adding more.

As usual check TW before hand:)

Feel free to send requests :)

𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕤.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤.

Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig.|| baby daddies.

Patrick Zweig.|| baby daddy and infidelity.

Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig.|| Tension.

Art Donaldson.|| his family is everything (dark).

Patrick Zweig.|| his family is everything (dark).

Tashi Duncan.||Baby trapped (dark).

Art Donaldson.|| Late night Snuggles.

Art Donaldson.|| Affair Partners.

Art Donaldson.|| spoilt sugar baby.

Art Donaldson.|| the ultimate girl dad.

Art Donaldson.|| the ultimate boy dad.

Patrick Zweig.|| Spoilt Sugar baby.

Patrick Zweig.|| Late night snuggles.

Patrick Zweig.|| the ultimate girl dad.

Patrick Zweig.|| the ultimate boy dad.

Patrick Zweig.|| Affair partners.

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ℂ𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤.

Tom Holland and Zendaya Coleman.|| they love you so much. (Stockholm syndrome)

Barry Keoghan and Sabrina Carpenter.|| they love you so much. (Stockholm syndrome).

ℂ𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤.

𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤 & 𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤.

BARRY KEOGHAN.

Barry Keoghan.|| Late night snuggles.

Barry Keoghan.|| Spoilt sugar baby.

Barry Keoghan.|| The ultimate girl dad.

Barry Keoghan.|| the ultimate boy dad.

Barry Keoghan.|| Premiere.

Barry Keoghan.|| The boys.

—

EWAN MITCHELL.

Ewan Mitchell.|| Late night snuggles.

Ewan Mitchell.|| spoilt sugar baby.

Ewan Mitchell.|| the ultimate girl dad.

Ewan Mitchell.|| the ultimate boy dad.

Ewan Mitchell.|| Premiere.

—

JACOB ELORDI.

Jacob Elordi.|| spoilt sugar baby.

Jacob Elordi.|| Late night snuggles.

Jacob Elordi.|| the ultimate girl dad.

Jacob Elordi.|| the ultimate boy dad.

Jacob Elordi.|| Premiere.

—

JOSH HUTCHERSON.

Josh Hutcherson.|| spoilt sugar baby.

Josh Hutcherson.|| late night snuggles.

Josh Hutcherson.|| the ultimate girl dad.

Josh Hutcherson.|| the ultimate boy dad.

Josh Hutcherson.|| Premiere.

—

TOM HOLLAND.

Tom Holland.|| spoilt sugar baby.

Tom Holland.|| late night snuggles.

Tom Holland.|| the ultimate girl dad.

Tom Holland.|| the ultimate boy dad.

Tom Holland.|| Premiere.

—

ZENDAYA COLEMAN.

Zendaya Coleman.|| Finally. (tw; IVF).

Zendaya Coleman.|| Worth it. (Tw: IVF)

Zendaya Coleman.|| new beginnings.

Zendaya Coleman.|| Met Gala.

—

JOSEPH QUINN.

Joseph Quinn.|| Spoilt sugar baby.

Joseph Quinn.|| Late night snuggles.

Joseph Quinn.|| the ultimate girl dad.

Joseph Quinn.|| the ultimate boy dad.

Joseph Quinn.|| Premiere.

—

𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕤.

𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕓𝕠𝕪.

NICOLAS SHEFF.

Nic Sheff.|| Addicts together.

Nic Sheff.|| Addicts together. (V2)

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤.

PEETA MELLARK.

Peeta Mellark.|| New dad.

Peeta Mellark.|| the other woman.

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣.

RON WEASLEY.

Ron Weasley.||Everything I wanted.(Tw)

𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟.

OLIVER QUICK.

Oliver Quick.||All yours.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟.

DOMINIC KEARNEY.

Dominic Kearney.|| Your brother.

𝔾𝕃𝔸𝔻𝕀𝔸𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕊.

EMPEROR GETA.

Emperor Geta.|| His Heir.

LUCIUS VERUS.

Lucius Verus.|| Romeo and Juliet.

Lucius Verus.|| Arrange Marriage.

Lucius Verus.|| Forbidden Love.

Lucius Verus.|| Secret Wedding.

𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤.

SABRINA CARPENTER.

Sabrina Carpenter.|| Finally. (Tw: IVF).

Sabrina Carpenter.|| worth it. (Tw; IVF).

Sabrina Carpenter.|| New Beginnings.

Sabrina Carpenter.|| Met Gala.

Sabrina carpenter.|| skin.

—

𝕋𝕧 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕤.

ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕪𝕠𝕒𝕜𝕤.

FRANKIE OSBORNE.

Frankie Osborne.|| Dancing Queen. (Tw: abuse mentioned).

Frankie Osborne.|| Your twin.

Frankie Osborne.||To be loved.(Tw: abuse mentioned).

ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖.

CONNELL WALDRON.

Connell Waldron.|| voicemails.

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.

TED MOSBY.

Ted Mosby.|| Mother.

Ted Mosby.||Baby Ducks.

𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤.

EDDIE MUNSON.

Eddie Munson.||A song to you. (Tw)

BILLY HARGROVE.

Billy Hargrove.||2.831.

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𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤.

Nova.|| Experimenting. (WLW)

Caleb.|| Baby daddy.

1940s husband.||He has a secret. (Clyde)

—

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕋𝕦𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤.

SAM GOLDBACH.

Sam Goldbach.||Baby daddy.