A Collection of Heartstopper Oneshots

Nick gets angry - and so do I (The Thing with Kit Connor)- VroDo

Summary:

"So?" I prompt. He looks at me for a moment as if unsure what to do before he sits down on my bed. I'm glad it's not raining I think a tad bit sarcastically. That must have been a hell of o proper full on gay crisis. I chuckle. He looks at me indignantly. I need to remind myself that this boy was only 16 and not 20. Well, I'm a teacher, I should be able to deal with this after all. As I slowly start towards my bed to see what this is actually all about I grab the back of my computer chair and roll it with me in order to sit down and face Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, who is sitting on my bed right now– fully dry, thank God! – and who has thankfully not yet seen the Alice Oseman book collection on my bookshelf. I make a mental note to myself to move them into the cupboard downstairs for the time being – with all caution and care they deserve, and not without promising them that they would be back beside my bed as soon as possible.

"What? What is it?"

Or: What happens when Nick learns about Kit Connor and Joe Locke?
Notes:

I chose to rename this, since someone pointed out to me that the title strongly suggests an RPF. It is NOT, at least not in my opinion. Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

So, this is just a silly little fic about Nick and Charlie accidentally ending up in our universe. I wrote it in order to get some of my frustrations about the way Kit Connor and Joe Locke are being treated (by some) out of my system.

Don't be too harsh on me, my brain does crazy things sometimes!
(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:
"So, I went online today while you were gone..." I nearly topple over as I turn around to look at him. Oh my god, this face! So so cute. But not so cute now, as I see the anger in his eyes.

"I told you not to do that!" "I know, I know, spoilers and stuff" he spat out, as he starts furiously walking through the room. Without getting anywhere, really, mind you. He just keeps on pacing through the room forcefully, as if he's got too much energy that he needs to get out of his system. Or is it anger? I wonder, as I try to catch his gaze. I start getting a bit concerned – and a bit annoyed, to be honest, I don't like people pacing angrily through my room. Bad vibes. But at the same time the absolutely Heartstopper-obsessed part of my brain screams "LOOK AT THOSE FRECKLES! I grinned, like I always do when watching my favorite show.

"So?" I prompt. He looks at me for a moment as if unsure what to do before he sits down on my bed. I'm glad it's not raining I think a tad bit sarcastically. That must have been a hell of o proper full on gay crisis. I chuckle. He looks at me indignantly. I need to remind myself that this boy was only 16 and not 20. Well, I'm a teacher, I should be able to deal with this after all. As I slowly start towards my bed to see what this is actually all about I grab the back of my computer chair and roll it with me in order to sit down and face Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, who is sitting on my bed right now– fully dry, thank God! – and who has thankfully not yet seen the Alice Oseman book collection on my bookshelf. I make a mental note to myself to move them into the cupboard downstairs for the time being – with all caution and care they deserve, and not without promising them that they would be back beside my bed as soon as possible.

"What? What is it?"

He sighs and wrenches his hands. Okay, teacher mode.

"I can see that you're angry. Apparently something upset you – something you saw online. Wanna tell me?"

He looks at me, his eyes full of anger, but also so sad that it breaks my heart. Nick, no! No, no, no, no! I have to be careful not to say it out loud, as I frequently used these exact words to scream at my TV, although they were mostly directed at Charlie in these moments. Ah well, dammit, at least I can kinda keep my dignity and keep the tears in. I've never managed that when watching.