A Collection of Heartstopper Oneshots

Blueberry Pancakes - Osemaniac

Summary:

Every day during the school holidays, Charlie is dragged to the playground at the first light of dawn by his five-year-old niece, Stella.

One morning, Stella makes a new best friend at the playground, Lizzie.

Charlie finds himself roped into a game of 'cafes' with Stella, Lizzie...and Lizzie's father, Nick.
Notes:

Hello!

To celebrate my one year anniversary posting Heartstopper stories on AO3, I've posted an Osemaniac double feature today — two new one shots: this one, and an E-rated one called 'Noisy.'

For this one, thought I'd go back to my roots. My very first story ever posted on AO3 was a humble lil' G-rated one shot, 'Bedside Confession.'

In honour of that fic, which kickstarted my love of posting stories about wonderful Nick and wonderful Charlie, I'm posting another G-rated one shot — it's sweet, it's silly, and I hope you like it!

If you would like, please do also check out 'Noisy!'

This one's for all you fluff monsters out there.

❤️
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Work Text:

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"Uncle Chaaaaarlie!" Stella whined, pulling her uncle's arm as they walked down the street. "Hurry it up! We have to get to the playground before it closes!"

"Stelly, it's a playground," Charlie replied, yawning dramatically. "Playgrounds don't 'close.' Mum just said that to you to get you out of the house so she could get back to sleep!"

Stella pouted, and kicked a stone on the pavement. "Mummy likes sleeping."

"Yeah, I know she does," Charlie said, in a tone that was halfway between affectionate and annoyed. "Some things never change."

"Arlo likes sleeping too," Stella added.

"Yep, he does. Little babies sleep a lot. Just not when you want them to," Charlie yawned, remembering Arlo's three A.M. screaming showcase that woke everyone in the house, except, mercifully, for his older sister Stella.

"I do not like sleeping," Stella declared. "It's boring. Nothing happens."

"I know you don't like sleeping," Charlie replied, ruffling his niece's hair. "And that's why we're at the playground at seven-thirty in the morning — on a Saturday! My twenty-year old self would hardly recognise me."

"Huh?"

Charlie smiled at his niece, who he loved just about more than anybody on earth. "Never mind."

"How much longer are you staying with us, Uncle Charlie?" Stella asked.

"Until next Sunday. Another week. So, until the last day of the school holidays."

"And when's Daddy back?"

"He's back on Sunday, late. He'll be back in time to take you to school on Monday."

"I miss Daddy when he's away on work trips."

Funnily enough, Charlie missed Michael too — god love him. "I know. But he only goes twice a year."

"Yeah. And that means you get to stay and help look after us!" Stella trilled happily.

"I love coming to stay," Charlie said, taking her hand to hold as they crossed the street.

"Me too."

Michael had to go to two conferences every year for his work, and the August one always coincided with the end of the school holidays. Charlie, who lived around a twenty minute drive from Tori and Michael's place, had, for a few years now, come to stay with their family to help Tori look after the kids while Michael was abroad.