He wants to say I think of my life before you and how there was always this hole in it, and I didn’t realise that hole was Nick-shaped until we met that January. I don’t think I believe in astrology but you, us, must be a cosmic event, because I can’t think of another way to describe it. I think the universe was made just for me and you to meet.

to celebrate series 2 of heartstopper, im going to promo my fics again. go check out look now, the sky is gold or wherever i end up (with you in my arms)

Eventually, you pull into a private road, and the trees that loomed hid your home for the next week or so from view. Matty hesitates a second before opening his door, drumming his fingertips anxiously off the steering wheel.

Your hand instinctively reaches out to steady them. “Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, fine,” he smiles, quickly pressing a kiss to you knuckles. “Used to spend a lot of time here as a kid, you know? Before my parents split up.”

You understand that feeling, that nauseous sort of nostalgia. A longing for days that are long gone, impossible to replicate because couples are no longer together, people are no longer alive, you are no longer young. The blissful, unknowing ignorance of being a child, where summers and Christmases last forever and your parents will never stop loving each other. Thinking nothing could possibly be more painful than a scuffed knee or being sent to bed early whilst the grownups gossiped downstairs.

- an extract from my unnamed matty healy fic

He cleared his throat, brushing the crumbs of his trousers. “For the record…fate and destiny, it’s all bollocks, don’t believe in any of it. But at the same time, I’m glad you didn’t come. I like where we’re sitting now. Fuck knows where we’d be if you had.”

It was an achingly simple declaration of love and all too easy to kiss him for it, long and slow and decadent under the quiet mystery of a full moon. His hands were cold as they curled round my jaw, like marble, as if I was sharing a snog with an antiquity-era sculpture. Well, his face always did belong in a museum. He’d fit in amongst the Greek greats, perfect and pearlescent in the halls of the British Museum.

(I’m writing matty healy fic and im not necessarily proud of it)

wherever i end up (with you in my arms) - a nick x charlie fic

read on ao3

“Honestly,” Nick says, dumbfounded, “It’s like I’ve never been home alone before.”

Charlie raises a bemused eyebrow. 

“Well.” Nick corrects himself, a little sheepish, handing him a piece of crumpled notepaper. “Home parentless, then, if we’re getting technical about it.”

it’s been almost exactly 10 years since i posted my first fic on fanfiction net (left, aged 14) and on the right is my latest fanfiction on ao3, aged 24. just a fun little comparison to see how my writing has changed over a decade.