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Survivalist by L56895 for HS_Obsessed
Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic)
05 Jul 2026
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If I could pick one thing to be pissed off with my mother about, it would be that she was right.
Not the years of hoarding cans and slowly isolating ourselves in some wretched stone bunker.
No, it’s the fact that she had to go and be right about the world ending.
OrNick and Charlie meet after the apocalypse.
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- Part 3 of The Parents Fucked Up
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10 Jul 2026
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Great writing! The hope that Nick and Charlie will fall in love and find their families guides the whole thing beautifully.
And awww, this is so Nick: "Weirdly, I like the sound of we. I haven't been part of a we in a long time."
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Stumbling Upon Love in Barcelona by hereforhsfanfic, Pocketfamily, Whatteverr888yup for kay_lalala
Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic)
10 Jun 2024
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“You noticed me?” Charlie asked quietly, almost like he was surprised, before the corners of his lips curled up into a smile.
Nick realised he had been paying so much attention to Charlie’s more obvious attributes that he had not noticed just how pink and soft his lips were.
“I did,” Nick replied.
“You will probably not believe this,” Charlie began, “but I also happened to see you on the platform that day. Actually I’ve been seeing you all over Barcelona.” Charlie gave him a grin. “I promised myself that if I saw you today, I would try to talk to you,” he added with a quirked eyebrow.Or,
When Nick decides to stay a few extra days in Barcelona, he doesn't suspect that a meet-cute in one of the most beautiful places in the world will change his whole life forever.
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11 Jul 2026
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Laughed out loud at the churro part:
A devilish grin slowly unfurled on Charlie’s face as he realised what was going on. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips and then he took another bite with deliberate slowness. Nick found he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Charlie’s perfect, pink lips as they wrapped sensuously around the churro. “Oh yes,” he moaned, his eyes twinkling at Nick playfully. Excruciatingly slowly, he slid his lips further down the length of the churro, taking a big bite. Nick felt nearly paralyzed watching him, his entire body absolutely on fire. Then Charlie’s face changed to one of mild dismay as he realised he had literally bitten off more than he could chew, his face screwed up in awkward embarrassment as he attempted to eat the giant piece of churro in his mouth.
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Because You Were There by hereforhsfanfic for Whatteverr888yup
Fandoms: Heartstopper (Webcomic), Heartstopper (TV)
20 Dec 2025
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When Charlie texts what he thinks is Tao's new number, he mistakenly gets a random stranger instead. Charlie is in crisis and the stranger offers to listen. Charlie decides to take a chance and starts talking with them...
What started off as just another wrong number AU where Nick and Charlie meet in the most unlikely of ways turned into a story of finding your true self and learning to be brave enough to share it with the world.
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11 Jul 2026
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Honestly, I could probably write a whole novel about the beauty of Because You Were There. This work is incredibly cute, with unmatched chemistry and wit, as well as a sweet progression of Nick and Charlie's intimacy.
I stretched out reading this one as much as I could, and reread it multiple times, which seems funny, since it's a behemoth at 600k, but I just want these sweet, caring characters to go on and on forever. The way they reassure each other as much as needed is so heartachingly lovely and may seem like overkill on the surface, but truly, it is an exquisite, healing thing that many of us yearn for and haven't often seen.
I love the quokkas, and I love that the lines "I hate you," "No, you like me," were switched in chapter 47 and that they could use "love" instead of "like."
Also, I laughed out loud at "find yourself a man who will scrub the train loo for you before you go down on him." 🤣
But what really made my heart stop were the vulnerability and growth Nick and Charlie's love allowed: "'Thank you for helping me know myself . . . Thank you for helping me be brave.'"
I could probably point out at least 100 other things that made my heart glow. Every single person who has ever existed should read this again and again. I know I will.
Here are a few favorite parts:
Nick had seen him at his absolute worst and he still loved him unreservedly. He didn’t need to contort himself to fit someone else’s image of who he should be. He didn’t have to be perfect to be loved. He could just be Charlie, imperfections and struggles and all. Just like Nick could just be Nick, he realised. Nick’s struggles had been on full display that evening as they went over his dyslexia assessment, but the idea that Charlie would love him less just because reading was hard for him or because he had complicated feelings around his dad was laughable. Of course he loved all of Nick, imperfections and struggles and all. Of course he wanted Nick to be his true self—no more, no less. Just Nick. So that means I can just be me too, he said to himself, his heart bursting with gratitude and love. Another one of those same but different things again. To be truly seen felt simultaneously exposing beyond belief and like the greatest comfort he’d ever known.
And it wasn’t at all embarrassing that Nick wore his heart on his sleeve like that. It was one of the things Charlie loved the most about him. Plus, he had to admit that every time he’d been brave and allowed himself to follow his own desires—from letting Nick touch him under his shirt, to eventually being fully naked together, to working up to giving him a blowjob—it had only brought them closer. Every step they’d taken together, Nick had been right there with him, both of them falling even more deeply in love each time Charlie had worked up his courage to try something new.
he’d suddenly realised that pushing himself to do it before he was truly ready would be treating himself exactly how Ben always had. Ben hadn’t cared whether he felt comfortable or ready or safe. All he'd been interested in was getting what he wanted. I need to treat myself with compassion and patience, Charlie had realised . . . As he lay there with his lips resting against the top of Nick’s head, he'd made a promise to himself: he would try his very best to treat himself the way Nick did. Nick treats me the way I treat him, Charlie realised. So maybe he should treat himself the way he treated Nick . . . I am Charlie fucking Spring, and I am done being held back by someone who never cared about me one bit, he said fiercely in his head.
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Slowly, he threads our fingers together and turns mine palm up, tracing block letters in to the skin of my wrist. C-H-A-R-L-I-E. Charlie. It suits him.
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In a world that prizes soulmates above everything, two boys meet in a home for the unwanted.- Language:
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10 Jul 2026
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This beautiful and haunting work burrowed deep into my soul in 2024 and I think of it often.
Here are some favorite parts:
But I can’t believe that people have been walking around feeling like this and letting the world spin on as normal . . . I am lost when Charlie isn’t next to me. I know who I am when he is.
I curve into him, our hips pressed together, as his mouth moves over mine. He is so warm, so solid, and for a moment I have to remind myself that this is real. He is mine. “I love you, so much,” he breathes when both of us come up for air. “I love you more than anyone, actually.”
I love it, this easy way we have of finding some new way to love one another. How it never feels awkward or uncomfortable or too much.
Something is in the oven already and Mum instructs us to get busy laying the table and sorting out water and it feels like bringing my boyfriend home for dinner for the first time. Boyfriend. The word gets stuck in my head. Such a normal thing – people at school would talk about being boyfriend and girlfriend, something fun while they waited for their real soulmate to arrive – and I turn it over in my head a few times just for the joy of it as I watch Charlie making cups of tea.
There is a moment, when I am finally winning a game because it is against the computer, that I can hear Charlie and Mum laughing downstairs. I can’t make out any of their conversation, but the sound is so beautiful that I pause the game and mute the television and lay back and listen to it for a while. He comes up with a cup of tea for each of us moments later, but I can see the smile still on his face from whatever they’ve talked about, and he is wearing my clothes and… and… if this isn’t perfect then I don’t know what is.
He looks wrecked, already, and if he gives me any indication that he wants to stop, that he never wants to do this again, I think the image of him now will be enough to sustain me forever. Blue eyes wide and sparkling; pink lips kiss-bitten and swollen as he pants; brown hair spilling across my pillow . . . I think it might be the most beautifully ruined expression I will ever see. It’s definitely mirrored on my face; I think that this – the slick warm feeling of him around me, the feel of his chest pressed against mine – might be the most incredible thing I will ever experience. But every moment with him has felt incredible, from the second we first kissed, so I can’t believe that there is still more. That every time I think we have found the perfect moment together I’m proven wrong, again and again.
“Sometimes… sometimes I wonder if we were meant to be soulmates. I’m not even sure I really believe in the whole thing. I don’t think we were made for one another or some big quirk of fate put us in that hellhole together. But… I think maybe we did it. We forced fate, somehow. I think we chose one another. And we loved one another until fate… well… I think it had no choice.”
“Let me prescribe you a drip,” he says gently, when the tears start falling down my face. “You can stay in here and I’ll have it brought to you. But I think you need to take care of yourself too. He’d want you to, right?”
Without the drip attached to his arm he can slip into the bed next to me and I can already tell that we are going to get told off by every nurse that comes to check on us tonight. But I don’t care. He is warm and alive at my side and when he stretches right out next to me I can curl my good arm around his waist and hold him as close as my slightly broken body will allow. They can come and scoff and scold, but he will keep coming back.
When I ease him down on to our bed, we are vocal and laughing and almost sickeningly sweet to one another. He responds to my touch like I am his lifeline and he is gasping for air, while I rock my head back and let go in all the ways we weren’t able to before. We are all I love yous and you’re so perfect and you feel so good and fuck fuck fucks. Until the nights become so debauched that it is a wonder we have any brain cells left. One day, we will be a little less insatiable, I think, but for now I blame hormones and adrenaline and the relief of being able to love him in every way.
I think what really gets to me about this Nick and Charlie is how in sync and consistently loving they are: spooning when the other one wants it, making each other's tea, comforting by tracing fingers . . . the writing is gorgeous and present and paced, and it makes me want to appreciate every simple moment.
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24-year old Nick Nelson is working as a massage therapist, adrift in his life. 22-year-old Charlie Spring is in a terrible relationship he doesn’t know how to escape. Their worlds collide during a couple’s massage, an earthquake moment that will transform them both.
Or, an AU where Charlie and Nick meet at a couple’s massage, and Nick needs to figure out how to help Charlie escape that awful human, Ben Hope.
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Strong writing, a very long growth arc, great loving sex at the end
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“Ouch, Charlie, that really hurt,” Isaac says in a little kid’s voice. “You did not just make that joke,” Charlie groans. “It’s been years since I’ve made that joke!”
All three of them wear sunglasses. Nick’s are cheap, black frames he picked up at a pharmacy, Tara’s a much more fashionable, designer pair, and Darcy’s a giant green monstrosity that was possibly designed for a child or a clown.
“Sit!” Nick orders again, and this time his voice is more forceful. Charlie is tempted to sit himself.
Something about Charlie using his full name is a thrill, like a finger running along piano keys up his spine, ending on the highest note.
“Have you been consulting with Isaac or something?” Charlie asked, irritated. “He’s the only one of you with any sense,” Tori muttered. “Being allo clearly destroys all reason.”
And then. Then that first, deceptively simple message, a single word, the exact opposite of a novel really, appeared in all its blue-bubbled glory. It felt like the clouds parting to sunlight, the crescendo of the most beautiful symphony, and every other cheesy metaphor Charlie could think of. But Charlie played it cool, as if he hadn’t spent the day in emotional turmoil waiting for Nick’s one word message. They texted back and forth, the first trickle of conversation like a small stream of water gathering speed and force, opening into a raging river, unstoppable, untameable. And Charlie, who was definitely, 100% no longer having a heart attack, asked Nick to attend movie night before he could think properly about it, before he could allow his brain to stop him from asking.
“That’s not legally viable footage, I didn’t know I was being recorded!” Dan sounds outraged. “We’re not talking about a courtroom, Dan. We’re talking about the court of public opinion.”
“I used to think I’d done something wrong in life to deserve what happened to me. But sometimes…sometimes being with you makes me think I must have done something a little bit right too.”
“I just wanted to document this moment as proof that the human face can actually turn that shade. Can I borrow your phone?”
He sort of stumbles towards Nick, who crushes him into another hug, two souls reminding themselves that the other is there now, that they’re together, and the agony of loss only a remembered echo. Two beings, starting to understand what its like to find a home not in a place, but in a person.
What do I love about having my heart trampled on by a book? That it allows me to feel, so deeply.
Great description of anhedonia:
I so rarely feel anything but sad. Once in awhile I feel something. I think of it like breaking the surface. Seeing Olly. I’m not even sure they’re real emotions but maybe the mimicry of them? But it’s more than just being dead inside. The rest of the time is just floating underwater. Like when you sink under the surface and all the colours are muted and you can hardly hear anymore. And the deeper you get the less you see or hear. That’s what it feels like. It’s just a struggle to care.