#osemanverse fanfic

[freakylilnutjob]

First Kiss - Lister’s POV

I love this book so much and kept thinking about how Lister felt during this part, so I wrote what I think might have happened.

I changed the ending ever so slightly. But it’s short and bittersweet! Please like and reblog if you enjoy it 🧡

“You’re an alcoholic,” He says to me.

I snort at the comment because it’s actually comical, “I know, right?”

I move back so I can look at Jimmy properly. He is so beautiful with his soft features and big brown eyes. I suddenly feel hot, probably just the alcohol.

“Hey…” I start to speak but I don’t know why. I reach my hand up and run my fingers along the edge of his jumper. My body is moving in slow motion but my mind is going ninety miles an hour.

“Do you want to…” and as if I have no control over my body, I lean in and kiss him, not even finishing the question I didn’t know I was asking. I wrap my hands around his waist and pull him close to me. I swear for a second he almost kisses me back, but then he pulls away.

“Don’t, don’t do that,” he’s clearly startled, eyes wide with panic.

“Oh…” I freeze, not speaking for what feels like minutes. The sudden realization of what I’ve done sobers me, “Oh God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

I pull him into a hug. Not a romantic hug but the kind of hug you give when you’ve fucked up so bad that you don’t know what to say, so you hug them and hope they can feel your apology.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, still holding him, the look of panic on his face permanently in my mind. “I… that’s not…” what am I even saying? I take a deep breath as subtly as I can before I finally say, “I didn’t want to do it like that.” And there it is, finally out there.

Jimmy’s body is tense and his voice barely loud enough for me to hear, “Do… do what?”

“Tell you,” I say as I stare blankly at the bathroom tile. We’re both quiet for a couple of moments before I break the silence. “You don’t have to…” I can feel my voice catch, “like me back.” My words come out with a shudder, I’m not sure if I want to laugh or if I want to cry. Everything is replaying in my head at four times speed. I fucked up. “But please don’t hate me,” I say, my voice still wavering.

“I- I don’t hate you,” he stutters. I believe him but I also don’t think he particularly wants me to be near him anymore. Not right now.

I finally release him from my embrace, no longer trapping him between myself and the sinks. I immediately turn away from him so I don’t see whatever emotion he’s expressing on his face. I think if I did, I’d have a proper mental breakdown in this O2 bathroom. I already traumatized him enough, kissing him without asking. I don’t want to put him through having to see me have a breakdown about it as well.

I walk towards the door, and speak in my forced enthusiasm voice, as if I’m speaking to an interviewer, “Only one more show! Then we can rest in peace!” I walk out the door and I don’t stop until I find a door that leads outside.

I see the red exit sign and push the door open, practically running through it. Once I’m finally outside I take a deep breath, not at all subtle this time. I grab my face in my hands and let out a frustrated groan, running my hands through my hair. I reach into my back pockets, cell phone in one and a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in the other, stumbling backwards until my back hits a wall. It’s concrete, I straighten my back and then slide against it, lowering myself to the ground. My shirt catches against the concrete, snagging the fabric and riding up my back just enough that it scratches my skin. I look at my phones lock screen, meaning to check the time but not really paying attention, and then place it face down on the ground next to me.

I stare at the lighter in my hand for a moment before retrieving a cigarette and lighting it. Once it’s lit, I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes. As I take the first drag I let my fingers slowly run across my lips, thinking about what I just did. The look on Jimmy’s face when he pulled away burned into the backs of my eyelids. “Don’t, don’t do that,” on a loop in my head.

My phone buzzes a few minutes later, pulling my mind away from it’s newfound torture. I put out what little is left of the cigarette and look at my phone.

Cecily: Where are you??! You better be here in the next 30 seconds.

I stand up and put my phone, cigarettes, and lighter in my back pockets. I reach and pull on the door handle.

“You’re fucking joking,” I say with a hysterical laugh in an attempt to keep myself together. I get my phone out of my back pocket and reply to Cecily.

Lister: Went for a smoke and got locked outside… somewhere between the green room and the bathroom

The read receipts are there immediately, no dots to indicate that she’s typing.

“Shit,” I mumble to myself as I lean against the wall closest to the door but immediately stand back up as the door opens. Cecily is standing there with a shirt and toothbrush in hand.

Cecily gives me a quick look over, “Christ, you smell of alcohol and smoke.” She throws a shirt and toothbrush at me. I feel bad that she knew well enough to bring that to my rescue mission.

She lets go of the door and turns too walk back inside towards the green room. I barely catch the handle before it locks on me, again.

As soon as the door latches shut she turns around to face me, walking backwards as she speaks, “Get in that bathroom, change, and brush your teeth, before The Ark goes from a trio to a duo.” She turns again and leaves me standing in the corridor.

I don’t even attempt to reply to her. I jog to the bathroom, switching shirts and brushing my teeth as quick as possible. I look in the mirror and lightly slap myself on the cheek before jogging back to the green room.

I toss the smoke and alcohol scented shirt to the floor and make my way towards Cecily, Rowan, and Jimmy. I put on my best performance, making sure no one can detect that I am one touch or look from Jimmy away from going into crisis.

“Since we’re all here now…” Cecily starts going through the procedure for the meet and greet.

I see Rowan glance at me through my peripherals, then to Jimmy, then back to Cecily. I make sure to keep my eyes on Cecily he entire time. Jimmy definitely did’t tell Rowan what I did. If he had I’d probably be pinned against a wall, getting called a selfish ass. Thing is, he’d be right, I wouldn’t even try to deny it.

Someone’s shaking my shoulder, “Got it Lister?” Cecily is looking at me with her ‘did you seriously not hear a single thing I just said?’ look. Fuck. I didn’t even realize I had spaced out. I nod and Cecily rolls her eyes before turning around and opening the door, causing a roar of screams to erupt.

I feel Jimmy’s eyes on me. I glance to my left and sure enough, he’s looking at me. His expression kind of worrisome, but only enough for me to detect and not anyone else. I look away just as quick before I move to the doorway. The screams intensify and I continue with my performance, no one suspects a thing.

#idk if this is any good but I had fun writing it #🤷 #iwbft #i was born for this #lister bird #jimmy kaga ricci #IWBFT fanfic #osemanverse #osemanverse fanfic #mine

[d1etlem0nade]

now that i'm kinda back in my osemanverse phase do you think that i should continue my fic? because on one hand i'm actually really tempted to but on the other hand i actually haven't touched it in almost a year and i'm a little bit scared

#osemanverse #alice oseman #osemanverse fanfic #ollie spring #on growing older

[willthewise85]

Sprolden fic master list!

I know many people have trouble finding sprolden fics so here’s a list! I will continue to update when I find/read more! Most of these are one shots so be aware! If you have any more, let me know and I’ll make sure I add them! (Purple=favs!)

Angst

Weeping angel- liverhaver

MICHAEL ANGST AHHHHHHHH

Safe with you- charliestopper

I love them so much it’s sickening

There for you- anonymous

MORE MICHAEL ANGST

Life Is Hard- kelyiar

MICHAEL ANGST HEHEHAHA Tw: suicide

Not the Skater’s Best- Strangling_Figs

This isn’t really Sprolden it’s just PURE MICHAEL ANGST RAHHHHHHHHHHHH

god’s very simple and love shouldn’t burn- Frommybedroom

There’s been no new fics in so long that this is like water in a desert

I’ll never drink again- charliestopper

THE MOST HEARTBREAKING SHIT THIS FANDOM HAS EVER PRODUCED!!! Literally everyone ever needs to read this. Tw: alcoholism

Fluff

Lightning in Our Fingertips Today (I Jump Each Time You Touch Me)- lavender_grav3yard

This is for everyone that agreed with me when I said that snow was Sprolden’s thing

Across the tracks- charliestopper

I never thought about Michael not being able to drive bc he’s blind but it makes sm sense

A night for us- charliestopper

Can you tell that I really like charliestopper’s fics?

Her eyes and Words are so icy( oh but she burns)- oceanchild/sofileall

Insomniac!Tori is so real

First kiss and it’s only because I love you- Sprolden

These are technically like a series or smth idrk

Loverboy and hatergirl- fusioon

Yeah they cute what about it

Your Head (and Hair) in my Hands- lost_to_words

Michael says “bloody hell” or smth like that in this and it reminded me how fucking British they are

Green and blue- kore538

Tori and Charlie being THE siblings ever

Matching Costumes- AboveTheFold

Cutie patooties

Post-Cannon

sprolden’s first pride- charliestopper

The tags honestly say it all

A very Sprolden Christmas- otherpeopleareallthereis

“Penny it’s not Christmas time” I DO NOT CARE.

Days better together- writerbitch_letsgooo

I am a hurt/comfort person @ heart

The Aftermath- ForeverBrainrot

I read this and then immediately subscribed bc I need to know the second a new chapter comes out

there's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me- ALilSakuraBlossom

I almost cried reading this ngl

Invisible String- Sprolden

I’m sooooo excited to see where this goes and so happy that the author is back

World Junior Speed Skating Championships- Sprolden

LITERALLY MY FAV FIC EVER OML I LOVE THEM AHHHHHHHHH

#solitaire #sprolden #osemanverse #tori spring #michael holden #fanfic #master list #Sprolden fic master list

[blonde-tori-spring555]

yo guys lil sneak peek of my story since im bored and loki proud of it haha

hope u guys like this so far, i might change it but idk

#yes the title is a taylor swift song #osemanverse #jane spring #tori spring #julio spring #fanfic

[tearsonthepage]

might fuck around and write an angst sprolden/ tori fic but idk if i should

#osemanverse #solitaire alice oseman #tori spring #alice oseman #victoria spring #michael holden #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #i love writing

[traveling-at-the-speed-of-light]

i can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore (Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring)

Title: i can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore

Author: Crazy_Comet_97

Tagline: "Stop! Stop!" He yells out, "Don't leave me here!"

[or the one where Nick has dementia and is following a familiar looking blur though a familiar looking hotel and not knowing where it'll lead him.]

Word Count: 1,480

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53199895

#heartstopper #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 fanfic #nick nelson #charlie spring #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper show #heartstopper comic #nick and charlie #heartstopper tv show #narlie #charlie x nick #nick x charlie #osemanverse #alice oseman #oseman tag #bisexuality #bisexual #lgbtq #queer #gay #ao3fic #ao3 author #boys in love #gay boys #traveling-at-the-speed-of-light #Crazy_Comet_97

[sagaofa-dying-star]

Here are some of my favorite Heartstopper fanfics bc ive been reading them lately:

(all of these are on archive of our own)

-to the plains of ever living by: Chescr

-i think he knows: soulmates by: thirteenick

-we never go out of style by: beewrites2

-here with me by: rubyzhu

-this happens all the time by: skylinewithastory

-you got the keys to me by: justanotherheartstopperfan

And my personal favorite: in every lifetime by: colorlessclover

#alice oseman #heartstopper #nick x charlie #favorite fanfics #nick and charlie #osemanverse

[sillygooseness]

You Give Me Something To Hold Onto

My greatest pride and joy is finally finished after like a year in my drafts!

Trigger warnings: Alcoholism, Addiction, Mental Health Issues, Relapse,,,, yeah lister relapses :( but it's okay! because it's part of the journey :)

Title is from the song High On You by Sam Fischer and Amy Shark

Jimmy is startled awake by the sudden motion of Lister jolting across the bed, frantically tearing the duvet off of his sweat soaked body in a panic. Jimmy knows exactly what is happening before the sleepy fog clears from his head.

“There’s a bin by your head,” Jimmy croaks, as he hurries to be by his boyfriend’s side. He’s gotten over just in time to grab Lister’s lengthy light brown hair as he doubles over the bin. One hand is pushing the fringe from his forehead, the other holding the long strands behind his neck, letting his nails move soothingly along his skin. They’re both sitting on the side of the bed, Lister clutching the bin like his life depends on it as all of the alcohol and regret comes back up.

“Let it out, you’re okay.” Jimmy moves his hand from his neck down to rub comforting circles on his back. 

As Jimmy continues to hold him, the memories of yesterday come flooding back to him. The panic he and Rowan had felt to their core when Lister had disappeared from the flat, and the jumble of despair and relief that washed over them when they realized Lister had forgotten to turn his phone’s location off so that they quickly saw that he was at the club across town. His old favorite. And they were very much too late. Retrieving him and dragging his severely intoxicated body back home was still a blur, which is probably for the best. Jimmy doesn’t want to relive that anxiety. 

The sound of Lister dry heaving into the trash bin pulls Jimmy right back into the present moment. He’s groaning as his abdomen continues to spasm. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Lister moans repetitively as his muscles begin to calm. He can’t stand the stench as he hovers his face over the bin, but he’s too ashamed of himself to bring his head up to face his boyfriend. He’s let him down, and he doesn’t deserve this care he’s receiving from him. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” Jimmy repeats.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t be silly, Lis.” 

Jimmy pulls Lister’s head up by his cheeks and grabs a tissue from the bedside table to dab at the corners of his mouth, then the sweat from his forehead before kissing him there. 

Lister can’t meet Jimmy’s eyes. 

“I feel like shit.” A tear falls down Lister’s cheek that seems to open a floodgate as his eyes squint shut and more come pouring down, all of which Jimmy wipes away with his thumbs. “And I’m really dizzy.”

“Here, drink some more water.” Jimmy reaches a hand over to the bedside table to grab the glass he’d left there a few hours before. Lister drinks it all very slowly before shifting back into Jimmy’s embrace.

“Let’s get your teeth brushed and go back to bed. It’s still dark.” Lister nods at this.

Jimmy stands up first, grabbing Lister by his hands and pulling him up with him. He wraps his arms around the taller boy’s waist, walking him to the bathroom. When he turns the bathroom light on, Lister winces, so he turns it back off and sets up his phone’s torch on the counter instead. Jimmy watches him from the door. He finds it hard to keep his eyes open as he leans against the doorframe, and the yawn he finally lets out makes Lister feel even more guilty for causing his boyfriend to be up at this hour. 

Lister dares a glance at the shadow of his own reflection, but he can’t stand to look at the ghost in front of him. He barely gets a glimpse of the dark circles under his eyes and the emptiness behind his gaze before quickly diverting his focus back down to the sink as he finishes brushing his teeth. Jimmy notices and spreads his arms wide, eyes still half closed, and opens and closes his palms to gesture for Lister to join his embrace. Of course he obliges, and Jimmy raises to his tiptoes so that he can easily wrap his arms around the taller boy’s shoulders, letting their cheeks brush lightly before burying his head in his boyfriend’s neck. They stand in the doorway holding each other for a long moment, reveling in the safety of their warm embrace that keeps the both of them still before the chaos they both know will ensue tomorrow. Finally, Jimmy begins to walk them back to bed. Once his boyfriend is under the covers, Jimmy grabs the empty cup on the nightstand and the trash bin before disappearing out the door. 

When he reappears with an empty trash bin and full glass of water, Jimmy finds Lister curled up in a ball under the sheets. He crawls in behind him and curls his arm over his abdomen to hold him close. Lister clutches Jimmy’s arm to his chest as if it is his only anchor to reality, so Jimmy pulls him even closer against his chest. Even though Lister is bigger than him, he loves being the big spoon sometimes. It makes him feel like Lister’s protector, especially in this moment.

“Do you hate me now?” Lister asks in the smallest voice he’s ever heard.

Jimmy could cry right there. After everything they’ve been through together, it baffles Jimmy that Lister could still think that’s plausible. “Of course I don’t, darling. I love you. I knew exactly what I signed up for when we started dating.” 

“I know I just-“

“Do you stop loving me when I have panic attacks?” Jimmy interrupts. He doesn’t know where Lister is going with that sentence, but he knows his heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

“Of course I don’t.”

“There you are then.” Jimmy states, as if his point is that simple.

“It’s not the same,” Lister insists, still mildly confused about how his incessant alcoholism equates to Jimmy’s panic disorder.

“How is it not the same? You love me through all my anxiety and dysphoria. I love you through your addiction, when you’re sober and when you relapse. We both deal with each other’s shit, that’s the deal.”

“I guess,” Lister sighs as Jimmy kisses the back of his shoulder. “Rowan is mad at me though.”

“Rowan isn’t mad.”

“Yes he is.”

Jimmy begins to move his fingers that are splayed out on Lister’s chest in a soothing motion across his skin. He still can’t really move the rest of his hand because of how tightly it’s being held. That’s fine by him, though.

“I promise you that he’s not. We were both just worried, that’s all. We want you to be safe,” Jimmy squeezes him impossibly tighter against his chest, hoping that Lister can feel his sincerity through his tight hold.

Lister just hums in response and settles himself further into Jimmy’s embrace. Of course he doesn’t believe him, but they could go back and forth until the sun cracks, so he stays quiet. 

They don’t say anything more after that, and Lister can tell that Jimmy has fallen back asleep when his fingers cease their movements on his chest, and he feels Jimmy’s breath slow down against the back of his neck. He is grateful for his dizziness for the moment because if it weren’t for the spinning room rocking him to sleep, he’s sure all of the self-deprecating thoughts echoing around his head would keep him up for at least three days. 

—-

Jimmy is the first to wake back up a few hours later. They’ve both shifted from their original positions, so he turns onto his side to make sure his boyfriend is still sleeping, and frankly, still breathing. He’s relieved to see his chest subtly moving up and down. Tears prick at his eyes as he stares at his boyfriend’s face, reliving the relief at knowing he is safe. Jimmy finds himself worried most of the time, but nothing compared to the distress of not knowing if his boyfriend was safe. Or even alive. Again. He wants to reach out towards his face and just hold him, relish in the feeling of his chest expanding against his, but he knows better than to wake him up. He knows that as soon as Lister wakes up, he’ll be miserable. Not just physically, but he will also be beating himself up for relapsing. This isn’t the first time this has happened since he first decided to get sober, but it is the first time they are going through it as a couple. Jimmy doesn’t think this adds to the stress of the situation, as he’s always loved Lister and cared deeply about his well-being. That feeling just takes up a different space now. And now, he can hold Lister through his hangover, kiss him, tell him he loves him through it all. 

He hasn’t always been good at comforting others during stressful times, but his confidence has grown with Lister. Lister is actually pretty easy. He just needs lots and lots of words of affirmation, as well as lots of cuddles. So that is fully how Jimmy intends to spend their day.

Jimmy is pulled from his train of thought when he notices Lister starting to wake up. Even though the boy’s eyes are still closed, his face twists, and he lets out a groan. 

“You’re okay,” Jimmy whispers, finally reaching his hand forward and stroking Lister’s cheek.  Lister immediately moves his hand to intertwine his fingers with Jimmy’s and keeps the back of his palm against his cheek. Jimmy’s touch on his face is the only thing that feels good right now. 

“I don’t feel okay.”

“What hurts?”

“My head. And my stomach.” Jimmy tries to pull his hand away, but Lister keeps it pressed to his face.

“I’m just grabbing your water and painkillers.”

Lister sighs and lets him go, pulling the sheets up to cover his face. “Can you close the curtains, too, please? It’s too bright.”

Jimmy does just that and when he comes back over to the bed, he rests his hand on Lister’s back to support him into a sitting position. 

“Open,” Jimmy instructs, tapping Lister’s chapped lips with his thumb. He complies, and Jimmy places the pill on his tongue then holds the water to his lips. 

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” After Jimmy kisses his forehead, Lister eases down so that he is laying on the bed with his head laying in Jimmy’s lap. They’re quiet for a while, Jimmy mindlessly playing with Lister’s hair, but he has so many questions. They have to talk about this.

“Lis,” he starts, and he feels his boyfriend tense in his lap. Maybe from the noise, but maybe because he can sense his serious tone. Jimmy adjusts his volume to a whisper when he continues, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He just shrugs in response. 

“You’ve been so… off. Were you thinking about drinking that whole time? Or was it just impulsive?”

Another shrug.

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”

“If you could tell something was wrong then you could have said something, too,” Lister finally grumbles.

“Would you actually have been honest with me if I had?”

Silence.

Jimmy audibly sighs and rethinks his strategy. This isn’t going anywhere. 

Their relationship is not tumultuous by any means, but communication is still their biggest issue as a couple. Talks like this are still rare since they’d both rather internalize their feelings rather than expose their vulnerability, but now that it’s reached this point, this talk is inevitable. They’ve both been through enough therapy at this point that they both have the tools to have this conversation, so Jimmy is determined to get the truth out of his boyfriend.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” Jimmy starts again. “I guess I wanted to think that you would work it out. Or maybe enough cuddles would make our problems go away.”

“If only,” Lister forces out a chuckle, but it quickly triggers the lump in his throat. He’s choking up, but doesn’t want to start crying again, so he starts talking instead. “I just felt so pathetic for even thinking about it after all this time. Like, I should be all fixed, but I’m still this mess. And I still get so worried that you’ll realize it and-” 

“Lister, you’re not- I’m not-”

“But now I’ve made it worse,” he continues to ramble. And he has started to cry. Double whammy.  “And now I have to start this whole fucking sobriety thing all over again, which honestly feels impossible. And I feel even more worthless.”

Jimmy lifts up Lister’s head so that he can shimmy down to lay in front of him on the bed. He grab’s Lister’s face in both of his hands again, letting his thumbs wipe away his tears in a way all too reminiscent of the way he did last night. Lister forces himself to look into Jimmy’s eyes, and when he does, Jimmy’s heart drops. He feels his own eyes well up again because of course they do. Jimmy is the one who cries all the time, not Lister, and seeing him so broken feels so very wrong. 

“You are not worthless. None of this dictates your value as a human being. Doesn’t make you any less kind, or passionate, or brave, or completely lovable. It doesn’t take away your good heart.” He’s gripping Lister’s face firmly now, letting his fingers play with the hairs falling in front of his ears. Lister’s fingers are fidgeting with the hem of Jimmy’s shirt. 

Lister shifts his eyes from Jimmy’s again. He knows Jimmy believes these things about him, but in moments like this it’s almost impossible to think of himself as anything more than terrible inside and out. Jimmy is not having this, though. He ducks his head down to force him to look into his wide eyes. Lister can’t really take the glare seriously though, because he can see right through Jimmy’s own red eyes swelling with tears. It makes him feel worse knowing that he’s in this state because of him. Those big brown eyes will always be Lister’s kryptonite.

“As for me; you know our deal. As soon as you stop trying, that’s when I tap out.”

Lister just nods.

“You have people in your life who want to support you. But you have to let us in so that we can do that.”

“So my therapist tells me,” Lister grumbles.

“When are you seeing her next?”

Lister sniffles while he tries to remember what day it even is today. “Um, in a couple days I think.”

“Good.” 

Lister moves his forehead to rest against Jimmy’s. They just breathe together for a moment. 

“I love you,” Jimmy breaks the silence once more before planting a firm kiss to his lips. Maybe his words are going in one ear and out the other, but he can show his boyfriend how wonderful he is through every spark in his touch. Through every kiss. 

Jimmy only pulls away to place kisses on Lister’s cheek, then his forehead, his nose, and the corner of his mouth. Usually when Jimmy does this, Lister’s face would scrunch up in a giggle. It may lead to a tickle fight, more teases, more kisses. Today is different; Lister feels much too nauseas, but the soft pressure on his face does make him forget about his pounding headache for just a moment. 

“I love you so much,” Lister whispers as he leans into his boyfriend’s soft kisses, gently holding onto his biceps. 

“You’d better.”

Lister smiles faintly because Jimmy isn’t usually one for sass. He moves his face ever so slightly so that the kiss meant for the side of his mouth lands right back on his lips, and both of them smile a little bit, before Lister sighs and buries his face in Jimmy’s neck. 

“I’m really knackered today, Jim. Can I pick up with the trying tomorrow?” Lister groans, earning a slight chuckle.

Jimmy responds by planting a single kiss on Lister’s temple, making him scrunch his face up cutely. Jimmy holds his boyfriend gently, bringing his hand up to play with his hair again. There’s a lot left to unpack, but this will do for now. He hopes that Lister will be more honest with his therapist.

“The bin on your side of the bed is clean if you start to feel sick again,” Jimmy reminds Lister gently.

“I think I’m okay for now. Stay tuned, though.” His voice is muted against Jimmy’s skin, and he simply hums in response.

Moments like these are so gentle. Maybe because of how rare they are. If Jimmy is glad for one thing out of all this mess, it’s that this happened during a stretch of days where they don’t really have anywhere to be. Things will pick up soon, though, and they will have to make sure Lister is ready to pretend that nothing ever happened as they embark on a new round of press tours and performances. That’s days away, though, so for now, they can rest.

Their comfortable silence is broken by a knock on the door. Jimmy calls out for Rowan to come in while Lister lets out a guttural, albeit muffled, groan. Rowan opens the door slowly, and Jimmy almost laughs at his wide eyes looking like he’s sussing out the room.

“I just wanted to check in on you, Allister,” Rowan starts slowly, only to receive another loud groan in response, his face still nuzzled into Jimmy’s neck. “Right. Well, I was going to offer to make pancakes. Can’t take painkillers on an empty stomach.”

“You up for a pancake party in bed?” Jimmy nudges him after a beat of silence.

“As long as it’s quiet,” he grumbles.

“Right then. I’ll be back with pancakes.”

Sure enough, Rowan reappears within the hour, somehow balancing three plates of pancakes like some experienced waiter, before handing them off to his friends and shoving his way onto the giant bed.

“I’ll try not to third-wheel too hard,” Rowan teases, earning a swat from Jimmy, who had to reach over a wincing Lister to do so. 

“Thanks for the pancakes, Ro.” Lister mumbles after they’ve eaten their pancakes in silence for a few moments.

Jimmy hums to second the sentiment since his mouth is full of pancake. Rowan simply pats Lister’s leg in response as he munches away at his own plate. It’s quiet for a while as they all eat their breakfast, Lister eating very slowly in an attempt to not throw it all back up. One of them has put on an old 90’s film to play quietly as they eat.

After finally finishing his plate, Lister seems to feel a little more like himself. He decides to make it known by opening his big mouth.

“If I had known that all it would take for a pancake party was to relapse again then-”

“No, Allister!” Rowan exclaims at the same time that Jimmy scolds, “Don’t even joke!”

“Ow, ow, too loud!” Lister whines as he moves his fists- which are still clutching his knife and fork- to protect his ears. “No joking about relapsing, got it.” 

As they quiet down, Jimmy leans over to try to help detangle the bit of syrup that got into Lister’s hair. 

“Seriously, though, I don’t deserve you two. Thank you,” Lister speaks again through little winces when Jimmy accidentally pulls at a clump of hair a bit too hard.

“Would you please quit it with that” Jimmy mumbles with clear exasperation. “He’s been saying this shit for hours, Rowan.”

“I’m serious,” Lister insists. “I’m going to do better this time. I won’t let you down again.”

Jimmy and Rowan share a seemingly telepathic glance, the kind that Lister used to hate.

“I think we both appreciate the sentiment,” Rowan finally responds, “but I seriously don’t think you’ll get very far if you’re only worried about disappointing us. Stay sober for the sake of yourself, yeah?”

Lister just sighs. He doesn’t quite know how to do that. Even after all of this time working on himself. But Jimmy and Rowan have already worried about him enough these last 24 hours, so he decides to just give them what they need to hear for now.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

#my writing #iwbft #lister bird #jimmy kaga ricci #rowan omondi #bicci #osemanverse #i was born for this #iwbft fanfic

[bethaven]

I've read A LOT of Heartstopper fanfics lately. I've never liked fanfics before. Who am I?!

#heartstopper #alice oseman #charlie spring #nick nelson #osemanverse #nick x charlie #fanfic

[brbrbeatrice]

Art I did for mine and loveinisolation’s heartstopper x Schitt’s creek crossover.

#fanart #heartstopper #charlie spring #heartstopper series #nick nelson #my artwork #heartstopper fanworks #heartstopper fanart #heartstopper season 2 #alice oseman #osemanverse #schitt's creek #schitts creek #schitt creek fanart #david and patrick #david rose #patrick brewer #fanfic #heartstopper fanfic #schitt’s creek fanfic #Schitt’s creek fanart

[stuffforme2]

Me waiting patiently for ao3 to let me make an account

Also! I've started on the Oliver and Michael and Ethan stories so their first chapters should be out ONCE AO3 LETS ME EXIST.

Oliver Spring will be 14 dealing with his own Sexuality and mental illness. He will be denying his own declining mental health as his 15th birthday slowly creeps closer and closer.

Michael Holden will finally be the main character. He will be showing a different side to suicide that's not talked about enough

Ethan Nakamura will finally not wait to take action. He will see how slow the progress in his name has been made and how Luke Castellan has taken most of the credit for motivating Percy to finally do something about the wrongs of the gods. Will he be a hero, anti hero, or villian?

#alice oseman #heartstopper #solitaire alice oseman #pjo hoo toa #school suuuucks #hstv #hstv s2 #michael holden #pjo #micheal holden #luke castellan #percy pjo #percy jackson #oliver spring #oseman tag #osemanverse #ethan nakamura #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

[d1etlem0nade]

chapter 2 is out now!!!!

#heartstopper #heartstopper fanfiction #on growing older #go read my fic i promise its good #radio silence #<-- im allowed to tag it as that because aled and daniel are in this chapter #osemanverse fanfic #heartstopper fanfic #ollie spring #oliver spring

[sprnklersplashes]

hello all!

I've been contemplating this for a bit and I've decided to follow int he footsteps of other artists and use my writing to help palestine!

for the forseeable future, I'll be taking comissions for fics in exchange for donations to either operation olive branch or care for gaza, alternatively you can buy an esim!

to comission a fic, use this form. I will start writing as soon as I receive the prompt, but I won't publish it until I've received proof of donation. hopefully, the fic will be written in two weeks maximum, but please remember I am only one person.

I'll do a more in depth rundown of things I write under the cut, but the fandoms I have listed are Six of Crows, Heathers the musical, Mean Girls the musical, Gilmore Girls, Osemanverse and one ship from CAOS. If you know I ship something but it's not listed here, feel free to send me a dm and ask if I'll write it!

also if you're a writer for any of these fandoms and would like to get involved, please do reach out to me! we're stronger together!

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free!

Fandoms I write for:

Grishaverse:

-romantic wesper

-romantic kanej

-romantic helnik

-poly!crows

-any friendship pairing between the crows/found family

-familial dynamics between wylan and marya, jesper and colm and kaz and jordie

-character centric: wylan, inej, jesper, kaz, matthias, nina

-romantic zoyalai

-all can be canon compliant, canon divergent, show or book canon or au (please specify if you do/don't want one of these)

Heathers:

-romantic healthy jdronica

-romantic toxic jdronica

-dunnmara (martha x heather mac)

-romantic or platonic martharonnie

-anything veronica sawyer centric

-I will also write oneshots from the not beyond repair universe or the time won't fly universe 

Mean Girls:

-romantic cadnis

-platonic damian/janis/cady, platonic damian+janis

-character centric: janis

Next to Normal:

-anything natalie-centric 

-romantic henry/natalie

-natalie+diana, natalie+dan, natalie+gabe

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

-romantic theo/robin

Gilmore Girls

-romantic luke/lorelai

-romantic jess/rory

-familial rory+lorelai

-complicated familial lorelai+emily, lorelai+richard

-anything rory centric

Osemanverse:

-romantic nick/charlie, lister/jimmy, bliss/juliet, pip/rooney

-platonic aled/frances, paris squad, shakespeare squad (loveless)

-romantic, platonic or inbetween michael/tori

-familial charlie+tori(+oliver)

character centric: charlie spring, tori spring

#fanfiction #fanfic writing #onthelastrain #heathers the musical #six of crows #mean girls broadway #osemanverse #gilmore girls #next to normal #cadnis #jdronica #literati #java junkie #wesper #kanej #helnik

[momentarybleu]

'In every one of us.' Chapter 6: Oops🍂💙💛

#wattpad #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #charlie spring #heartstopper #heartstopper au #heartstopper fanfic #narlie #nick and charlie #nick nelson #ao3 update #multiverse #alice oseman #osemanverse

[blonde-tori-spring555]

as promised, here is one of my tori spring stories

(please tell me what u think, because idek if i like it)

“Charlie, I'm going to the shops soon. Do you need anything?” I yelled from the top of the stairs, “Tori, I know you're going on a date with Michael” Charlie replied from the living room, so calmly it confused me if it was actually a date. It isn't a date. I look at myself in the mirror in my room one last time, it feels strange, I feel…put together. What i mean is i spent at least 30 minutes trying to figure out what to wear, from what i've heard, what i've ‘been through’ to figure out what to wear, is ‘perfectly normal’, first i layed out around four options on what to wear, and when I couldn't decide I asked Charlie, which he responded with “where are you even going” and “i don’t know, why does it matter” so I kicked him out and took all my clothes out in panic, and threw them around the room, then I sat on my floor and cried, then told myself I was being an idiot, did my makeup, and put on some jeans, a white shirt, a black hoodie (which actually fitted me instead of being oversized and/or one of Michael) and some white converse, that I stole off Charlie a couple years ago, to be honest I look the same, but whatever.

I took the bus to the ice skating place Michael went to, he said we could skate together after he's done training, I'm not sure why I said yes, I don't even know how to skate, I haven't since I was a kid. This isn't a date.

I walk inside, he's still training, so I sit in the stands and wait. If this isn't a date, then why am I so nervous? Maybe this is a date, maybe Michael intends it to be a date. Shit this is a date isn't it, no surely not, Michael isn’t my boyfriend, he isn't, so this surely isn't a date.

“Tori!'' I look up and snap out of my thoughts, Michael smiling widely and waving at me from the rink, I smile back, “is that a smile I see Victoria '' he gasps dramatically, I roll my eyes and try not to laugh. I'm blushing. I walk down the stairs and meet with him, and he gleams at me and smiles largely making him look almost insane and cute at the same time, “what?” I ask, “nothing, nothing, you just-” he looks me up and down, not in a sexual way but in a way almost to fully look at me, if that makes sense, “oh my god u looks so cute!” he says in the loudly excitable way, like a child getting a new toy, he quickly takes off his skates and runs up to me and hugs me, almost lifting me off the ground, its probably because of our height difference, he’s alot taller, “i look the same” I reply bluntly, still being held, “yeah, but your… ughhhhh, your so fucking pretty” he nuzzles his face into my neck, gives it a quick kiss, then quickly walks away as if regretting, he opens his mouth to say something, probably to say sorry, but I quickly beat him to it by saying “so we gonna skate now or…?” he looks at me, closes his mouth, half forces a smile “yeah sure” he goes and grabs me some skates, hands them to me and sits down to put his own on, I sit next to him, “just so you know imma be shit at this” he looks and me and laughs softly “I thought so, that's why i’m here to help” I roll my eyes and laugh, he smirks back.

We’re now on the ice, well michael is, i’m standing at the entrance scared to death, “if I die this is all your fault” I glare at him “i’m sure you wont die” he laughs, “i’m fucking serious” I try not to laugh, he holds my hands as I walk onto the ice, to my surprise I dont immediately fall. I force him to hold onto me as we skate, or well he drags me. We laugh and smile and talk and fall, eventually we finish, and we're sore and tired and loki kinda wet, but it was fun. It's still not a date though.

“Are you just going home now or?” he looks at me, he seems understanding, “yeah probably, I told my parents I would be home soon so” i say not looking at him “ok” he nods understandingly “I don't ever really do though” I say still not looking at him, “what?” he asks confused, I realise im not making sense “sorry…ummm, if you don't want me to go now we can just hang around for a bit longer” he looks at me and smiles “if you want” I nod back, i’m blushing, i'm not sure why, he doesn't ask if my parents will be mad, he knows i don't care, anymore at least.

We just sorta sit and talk for a while, after a bit we fall into silence, it's a comfortable silence, it's never really awkward around him, after a minute or so I break it, “don’t you think it's strange that everyone thinks we're dating, just because they saw us kiss once” I look at him, he looks back “their just hopeless romantics'' he replies, “your starting to sound like me” I joke, he laughs back, “that kiss…” I say, we’ve talked about it before, we’ve decided it was a heat of the moment sorta thing, we’ve kissed a few times since. not in that way. He looks at me, for context when I bring it up its the only way my fucking autistic brain can ask for a kiss, he leans in and says “no ones here and no one cares” I put my hands on his face and kiss him, its a normal kiss, not a gross one were u taste eachothers mouths, its just normal, it doesnt last long, but it's long enough.

We part and he rests his forehead on mine, he's looking at me, I keep my eyes closed. I hate eye contact, it makes me wanna die. I finally open my eyes to look at his blue and green ones, he still hasn’t put his glasses back on, his blue eye isn't as bright as my blue eyes, he even jokes that when he doesn't have his glasses on, it's the main thing he can see on my face. For context he's like nearly blind in his blue eye and his eyesight is shit in general. He kisses my forehead. We stayed like that for a bit.

He walks me home, I chose not to take the bus, everytime i’m on one that isn't for school there is usually a random old man eyeing me. I hate men. We get to my house, I don't invite him in, I already know my mum is pissed at me, I'm an hour and 23 minutes late to what time I said I should be home, Michael doesn't need to see her yell, he’ll probably think she's crazy or some shit. I give him a kiss goodbye and walk into my house.

“Your late Victoria” I hear my mum say from the kitchen, she's not even looking at me, Charlie and Ollie both turn and look at me, their playing mario kart, Charlie nods at me then unpaused the game and they both continue to play, “so what were you and michael doing to make you an hour and a half late” my mum raises her eyebrow, my dads head shoots up, oh i'm in for a lovely talk, “victoria this is just unacceptable, the least you could do is call me and say that your going to be late, but here we are, worried sick” my mum guilt trips “yeah but even calling wouldn't of been enough would it” I say, it wasn’t aggressive just pointing out the obvious, “loose that tone” my mum snaps, “what tone” i scoff, “tori, me and your mum think it's inappropriate for you to be hanging out with a boy and coming home exceedingly late and in clothes that are very obviously his” my dad says trying to calm the situation, and for fucks sake that ain't happening, “first of all michael isn’t my boyfriend, second of all your talking about him like he’s in his 30s, and third of all why do you both even think im late” i sorta shout, but its still quiet so Charlie and Ollie can’t hear, “tori your too young to be having…hanky panky” my dad says, oh im in for a treat, in my head i plan to say something like ‘he’s not my boyfriend’ or ‘stop saying hanky panky’ but it comes out more like…”OH YOUR ONE TO FUCKING TALK!” don’t regret it though, if you don't know my parents had me barely a 2 years after they met and got together, my mum finished her english lit course only 2 months before I was born, she had to drop out of a lot but her parents were happy she at least finished the minimum, anyway she had me and my dad was still studying in uni so we went and lived in cambridge where my dad studied, when i was 4 months old my mum got pregnant again, with charlie, he was born like a month early, but so was i, we were both pretty much fine, my dad never wanted to rush into marriage, my mum didn't mind, but i think when you get your girlfriend pregnant twice it's kinda the deal. Ok sorry that just sounds weird. My parents got married when I was 3 and Charlie was 2. My dad looks at me, clearly unsure what to say, my mum is clearly trying not to say something she's gonna regret later, so i just walk away.

I’m not really sure how long it had been since that ‘argument’ but after a bit charlie knocked on my door, i let him in and we cuddled in my bed for a bit, “i heard what you said” he eventually says “did ollie?” i reply, “no, i don't think so” he responds, i nod, “the funny thing is your right” he chuckles, i laugh softly back, “its weird how people look at us and don't realise” i say, “i know right like i was casually talking about it to Sarah and she was in pure shock!” Charlie laughs, Sarah is Nick's mum, she's nice, i like her. We just laugh for a bit and at some point Charlie falls asleep in my arms and I start to drift off too. to be honest it's the best sleep I've had in a long time.

I don't really remember my childhood, it was normal i guess, the funny thing is that majority of the memories i have include charlie, which yeah like he’s my brother, but what i mean is their special, like my main happy memories, charlie and i have been through everything together, like when i got my first period when i was 9 my mum was at some baby appointment since she had just had ollie and i thought i was dying so for some reason instead of going to my dad i went to my little brother, obviously he didn't know what was happening to me so he just held me and cuddled me as i cried, my dad eventually found us and comforted me until my mum came home, and when he came out to us, he had blurted it out one dinner when he was 13 and run to his room before anyone could react, i ran after him and held him and talked to him and told him how proud i was and how much i loved him, and when i was like 6 i decided i wanted to run away, i don't remember why i just did, and my 5 year old little brother asked if he could come with me and so i said yes and we attempted to camp out on our trampoline we had growing up (our grandparents gave it to us or something) and eventually we got to cold and went inside and my parents said we could all stay up and watch a movie but im pretty sure we fell asleep in like 15 minutes. To be honest the list goes on and on, and now that I think about it I realise why people think we’re twins. I know it's total bullshit, but you know what I mean, like for a good 3 or 4 years growing up we were the same height. The thing is charlie will always be mine, he was mine first and biologically we will always be together, i would do anything for him, i would for either of my brothers, i would kill for them no questions asked, i would die for them, i would lie for them and i will always protect them. My parents used to always say that was my job as the older sibling, and it's funny because it’s true, but I could choose not to, but I want to, it's a habit, it's a need. For a long time i always thought i only felt that way about my brothers, that was until michael came into my life and nick really became part of our family, i mean it will always be a different kind of love, but i would still do anything for them. No questions asked.

I eventually actually fall asleep holding Charlie, as if it's a habit, I wake up at what has to be a decent hour for someone who has slept in, (it was around 10:30) I wake up still holding Charlie and ollie curled next to me like a kitten, they're both still asleep, but clearly about to wake up, I just lie there for a while longer, savoring it like it's the last time it will be this way, even if it probably isn't. The boys wake up around 5 minutes after I do. Nick and Michael come over, and we just sit and watch movies all day, and play Mario kart, and laugh until our stomachs hurt. I could get used to this, I love these boys, all in different ways, but yet the same, listen I am aware I probably sound like I'm reminiscing on my deathbed right now, but when you have lived a shit life like me and have seen things a person should never have to see, whether a child or a teenager, or even an adult, you treasure moments like this, my parents are still home, their just doing their own thing, them seem happy, they definitely talked about what I had said, I don't care, if they wanted to punish me they would’ve by now.

Right now high school musical is playing due to Nick and Michael learning ollie has never watched it and they apparently must educate him and their dancing and singing around the room together and me and charlie are sitting on the couch admiring it all. I kiss his cheek and he smiles at me. I love my boys.

But Nick should probably stop encouraging ollie to dance on the coffee table before someone gets told off or hurt.

(Please tell me what u think, I also might change it slightly since it does include things that barley make sense, but I hope u enjoyed x)

#tori spring #alice oseman #heartstopper #osemanverse #solitaire #writing #fanfic #micheal holden #charlie spring #oliver spring #nick nelson #sprolden #narlie #janio #jane spring #julio spring

[blackholeunderyourbed]

Now that I've finished Heartstopper season two and gotten obsessed again, it's time to reignite the age old battle between being driven to write fanfic like my life depends on it or read fanfic until my eyes can't stay open and then some

#heartstopper #heartstopper tv #fanfic #heartstopper fanfic #osemanverse #heartstopper season 2