#do not speak to me about Sally’s hand lol
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Sally, who told you that??
#welcome home#welcome home fanwork#frank frankly#sally starlet#howdy pillar#brush pen#just goofing around#trying to not take my art so seriously#do not speak to me about Sally’s hand lol#welcome home arg
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So can we have sally face chacter (by sally face characters I mean the gang: Ash, Larry, Sal) with a fem! S/O that is kinda like the fem version of rodrick from the diary of a wimpy kid like shes a rough person and in a band and etc also her style being similar to this u dont have to do it lol have a good rest of ur day and drjnk water pls :)
ARRRRRRRGGJHH I LOVE THIS STYLE SM
Anyhooooo YESS!!
Warnings: cusssing, reader is fem!
Sal 🎭
Sal is like fucking crazy for you
LOVES THAT YOUR IN A BAND
(My bfs a drummer AND LEMME TELL YOU, PEOPLE WHO ARE IN BANDS R HOT ASF)
He loves when you come over to his house and just mindlessly play ur drums while he tells you about his day/ olays hus guitar
Since your literally rodrick, your gonna be the oldest out of two sisters
Your little sister, whos in middle school, you LOVE to poke fun at.
Sal saw you making fun of her and was a bit concerned, but realized you were just playing around and was like “phew”
“Sup ugly? Y’gonna go see that loser friend of yours or what?” U say to your little sister “rachel is NOT a loser! Shes just different.” Your sister says back “whatever you say nerd.” You say and bring sal back up to your room
“Were..you being serious?” Sal asks, a bit quiet “huh? Oh,no. I love her, thats just how we show our love. She knows i dint actually mean that” you respond back, 100% honestly “oh! Ok.” Sal replies, a bit relieved
Comes to LITERALLY all of your band performances! Doesnt miss a single one and is your biggest supporter EVER.
probably owns every single piece of merch your band sells, and his room is just LITTERED with things from ur band
Your band mates can b fuckin jerks ngl
they comment on ur bfs mask and ur like “The fuck??? Uhm not to my fucking face i think tf not”
You probably beat then tf up or smth idfk
🤎Larry🍃
“so we fuckin with ur band music playin or nah?”
much like sal. Comes to every one of ur band practices and fuckin jams out to ur shit
Has all of ur guys’ music on a cd or vinyl
acc fuckin obsessed w u
likes to go on liquor store dates w u (kinda like the part in rodrick rules where him and greg go to the liquor store ykwim)
Acts offended when ur mean to him as a joke
”Babe! What the hell! I thought u loved me😞”
“Larry, listen CLOSELY, theres no fuckin way your laying a HAND on my drums. Theres just no way. I know u have cheeto fingers. Dont even think about it”
Laughs hysterically every single time u say smth “mean” to ur sisters.
but thats mostly bc hes normally high out of his mind
speaking of which, GETTING HIGH WHILE U GUYS R PLAYING UR INSTRUMENTS OR SMTH LIKE THAT. HOLY FUCK.
idk what its called, but when ur partner takes a hit and blows it into ur mouth, HOLY SHIT THATS FUCKING HOT
does that w u all the time btw
probably snuck into ur room one time to play ur drums, and right as u walked in u saw him, and literally slapped the FUCK outta him. Its was hilarious
overall loves the crap outta u and is so supportive of ur music career, always telling ppl at school or sm to listen to u guys play and gives them the address to ur guys’ next performance
best bf ever
sry i didnt add ash, lost motivation
#sally face#sal fisher x reader#sally face x reader#sal fisher#sally face hcs#ashley campbell x reader#todd morrison#todd morrison hcs#ashley campbell hcs#larry johnson headcannons#larry johnson x reader#larry johnson#larry fanfiction
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So small question just for the sillies how would each of the opposite Welcome home characters flirt with someone?
OOOO i love this ok hold on
How the opposite au characters flirt >:D this is a little cringe but i am FREE
Eddie: Eddie doesn’t really flirt in the commercial way, like pickup lines or whatever, but if you know him you know hes flirting. Like normally he’s very stoic and quiet, responding with one to two word answers, speaking very deadpan, not at all interested in you. But if he’s flirting, he’ll answer more interested, speak with a little more emotion, maybe even smile! And if he really likes you (if you’re Frank) he’ll be very interested and speak very much :D! Everyone else witnessing him flirting is like “?????? He has emotions???”
Julie: shes not gonna flirt she has a girlfriend how dare >:( but for the situation.. shes probably very flirty I can totally see it. Doesn’t matter if you’re the most hardened person, never getting flustered, when a preti girl like Julie is flirting with you you’re gonna be red. Anyway she probably says things like “what’s someone like you doing in a place like this?” Like complimenting you while insulting everyone else, makin u feel special hehehhhe
Sally: Ok, IRL Shes not much of a flirt. Shes very shy and might just give you a lil sticky note with a heart on it :3 HOWEVER on the rare occasion she’s flirting with someone online, shes a master >:D cuz its all over messages and shes not worried about the person judging how she looks or acts cuz shes a different person! So Julie gets flirty messages all the time lol
Howdy: oh he’ll let you know he’s flirting- hes like leaning on the counter n stuff idk- if you don’t reciprocate he just thinks your dumb. “You ain’t givin’ me much to work with, love..” tell him to back off and hes just gonna like roll his eyes and get back to whatever he was doing. Probably says something mean under his breath- lmao “yeah whatever you werent that hot anyways…” howdy is a frat boy apparently
Barnaby: barnaby is still figuring out his sexuality and stuff bc cult trauma, but if he was flirting I can totally see him doing that hand kiss thing lmao- very respectful flirting :3 old man language. He doesn’t call you hot or pretty, he calls you stunning and breathtaking i think everyone needs to be complimented by Barnaby once in their lives
Frank: lmao he’s very dumb, he’s gonna give you a card with crayon drawings of you guys holding hands. Lmao he does one of those “Do you like me? Yes ◼️ No ◼️” letters
Poppy: oh she is not shy about her feelings- if she likes you shes screaming that she thinks you look hot from across the room “THOSE PANTS LOOK FUCKIN’ GREAT ON YOU!!” Yknow
Wally does not flirt hes Wally
#welcome home#welcome home au#welcome home opposite au#thanks for the serotonin!#eddie dear#howdy pillar#frank frankly#sally starlet#julie joyful#barnaby b beagle#poppy partridge#poppy ‘ma’ partridge
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Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (7/22/2023) Part 2 (SPOILERS)
Here's Part 2 of my Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (7/22/2023)! Hope you enjoy it!
I went back to the main page but awww cute Wally sprite on the news updates :)
I clicked the Home doodle on the main page and it took me to a page called “I”
“There you are! Welcome Home! Hahaha!” Wally I don’t know whether I can be happy or concerned
I clicked the yellow flower doodle on the What’s Welcome Home page and it took me to a page called “Help”
Yes I can hear you Wally
I clicked the red flower doodle on the What’s Welcome Home page and it took me to a page called “will”
My eyes are black too lol
I clicked the blue flower doodle and it leads me to the same page lol
Every time Sally calls Julie “Juliet” in “answer”, I smile
Also poor Sally telling Julie what she’s saying is not part of the script
I’m guessing every “answer” video is based off of Wally’s POV which is why his hands are shown in like two of them
Also Wally doesn’t seem to talk in any of these videos and all these videos glitch in the end, which is sus
I clicked the yellow flower doodle on the Stickers page and it took me to a page also called “I”
At the end of the http thingy, it says “i-2”
The eyes that Wally drew are kinda creepy lol
I love Julie and Barnaby’s dynamic in “answer” lol
Barnaby fake dying from Julie’s “bad” joke is kinda hilarious
Also Julie’s joke gave me a chuckle lol
Also Barnaby fake dying and jokingly asking Wally to bury him hints on some foreshadowing??? Oh no.
Barnaby and Howdy hanging out in “answer” awww
Also how many family members does Howdy have???
*searches up how many eggs do caterpillars lay* They can lay anywhere from 100 TO 300 EGGS??
SO DOES THAT MEAN HOWDY HAS LIKE A MILLION FAMILY MEMBERS???
*welcomehomerandomness was too stunned to speak and started to have an existential crisis.
W. T. F.
Anyways I wanna eat that strawberry soda pop so bad lol
Also Barnaby mentioning his mom awww
Eddie mentioning that he played hopscotch with Julie on “answer” is so wholesome
Poor Eddie being accident prone :(
Oh god poor Eddie about to be chased by Barnaby lol
THERE ARE HIDDEN EYES ON BOTH SIDES OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD PAGE
Eddie and Howdy in the “answer” video are like co-workers lol
Eddie and Howdy = Hardworking Duo
THERE ARE HIDDEN EYES ON FEW OF THE PAGES ON THE SIDES
I clicked the blue flower doodle on the painting on Wally’s character page and it took me to a page also called “will”
Oh nothing Wally I’m just writing down notes of you and your friends :)
Awww Eddie and Julie are playing office in “answer”
Poor Eddie is so confused
Julie getting upset and destroying stuff in the background is hilarious
Awww a cute Sally and Howdy interaction in “answer”
Also potatoes. That’s it.
One of the boxes is moving!!! It’s Wally!!!
Okay the videos I got so far are (4-14) Frank and Barnaby, (10-14) Sally and Julie, (11-14) Julie and Barnaby, (12-14) Howdy and Barnaby, (9-14) Frank and Poppy, (6-14) Frank and Julie, (1-14) Poppy and Howdy, (2-14) Poppy and Sally, (13-14) Eddie and Howdy, (8-14) Frank and Eddie, (7-14) Julie and Eddie, (3-14) Sally and Howdy, and (5-14) Eddie and Barnaby
I counted and there seem to be 13 “answer” videos in total since there are like 14 videos I can’t find the last one (14-14) so please let me know if you guys find it please
I can’t believe I spent hours on this website lol
My hands are kinda tired from typing lol
#welcome home#welcome home arg#welcome home spoilers#wally darling#barnaby b beagle#julie joyful#frank frankly#eddie dear#howdy pillar#sally starlet#poppy partridge#welcome home home
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Sebbie m'dear?? I come once again over the hills with a freshly baked blurb just in time for spooky season (lol). I can't believe it's already October and already the leaves around the house are turning those gorgeous colors. Even my littles at work are feeling the need to get spooky too (lol).
I'm still thinking alot about the whole "Rhett adopts Amy" trope with his lovely wifey!reader and with it already being spooky season, I think it's making it worse (lol).
The house is constantly smelling like fall with all the baked goods you and Rhett are making for the store you own with Cecelia and some family friends of yours, peanut butter and chocolate fudge, little rice krispie treats that look like trick-or-treat bags, cookies and little cakes that are shaped like pumpkins, coconut macaroons that look like mummies, sugar skulls with bright and intricate patterns that your neighbors sometimes put on their home altars or in the cemeteries for their loved ones, marshmallow ghosts and spiders and a whole bunch of others that make the house smell so good.
You keep plenty of fabric and materials in your supply closet and since things were a little bit tight that year before the cattle could be auctioned off, you decided to make Amy's Halloween costume. All year long she had wanted to be Cinderella so you made her the dress, the little gloves and the black choker (the only thing you worried about were her shoes but thank God she still had her Easter shoes which were perfect).
You and Rhett spent almost the whole last half of September and all of October getting the house ready for Halloween. You have a whole list of movies that you would watch together, but one of Rhett's favorites is "It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" (he used to watch it all the time with Royal when he was little and Royal has pictures of Rhett rolling this giant ass pumpkin up to the house with his little blue baby blanket in his tiny hands and ever since then, Royal jokes about how Rhett was actually Linus, lol).
You've made a ton of your Halloween decorations for both at home and at the store and love putting them out every year. You've got a ton of wool from the sheep so that leaves room for you to make little needle-felted decorations (I'm learning how to do it right now and it's soooo much fun and so relaxing). You've even made a little pumpkin patch with Jack and Sally in it and even a little Zero which Amy loves to play with, although she still has trouble switching on the little fairy lights that go with it.
Speaking of pumpkins, Rhett will gladly take Amy to go and get pumpkins to carve for the house porch and the store porch as well. Wes Redwood, his best friend since childhood, will often meet up with him and his two nephews he adopted, to go pumpkin picking. Amy even pulled a Linus when she picked the biggest pumpkin in the patch and couldn't get it through her secret hole in the fence, so she rolled it around the fence like a boulder and couldn't stop it before she got to the truck (lol).
Sebbie as always, thank you for taking the time to read these and add to them when you do, I can't appreciate it enough. 🥰🥰🥰🥰 🎃🎃🎃🎃
real time reactions of me reading this! you know, i love halloween and you know i love these soft thoughts! these made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, especially considering how shitty i feel rn my love. thank you so, so much for this! ilysm, mwah! 🥰💌💗
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i was wondering if you could write a posally fic with the phrase "you have me" in it? love your work!
i don't do prompts very often but i had the workings of a fic going anyway and decided to throw this in there and call it a day lol. here you go <3
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Sally sits there in the soft blue light of the early morning, her fingers tracing along Poseidon’s face. It’s been months since he’s asked her, months since she told him she’d think about it. She hasn’t told him her answer, but she’s sure he suspects it.
(Poseidon is many things, but oblivious is not one of them).
He’s not asleep, she knows—he’s been awake for a while now—but he doesn’t stir, even when her fingers brush near his eyes. She thinks back to six months ago, how he’d never sleep, just lie there letting her fall asleep in his arms. She wonders what it means, then, for him to have succumbed to mortal needs. Nothing good.
Eventually, he leans into her hand and his eyes flutter open.
“You’re thinking very loudly.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he sits now, resting against the headboard of her bed. He glances around the room before his eyes settle back on her. “You should still be asleep, though.”
Poseidon holds an arm out, and Sally takes the invitation to scoot into him.
“I couldn’t,” she says.
He hums. “You think too much.”
“I’ve got a lot to think about.”
His lips press against the top of her head. “You don’t have to make a decision yet.”
“Poseidon,” she resists the urge to laugh. “It’s been months. You asked me in August. It’s December.”
“I have time, I can wait.”
“But I don’t, and I can’t.”
He looks at her, and she thinks there’s a silent understanding between the two of them. She’s always known what her answer what be—hell, he’s always known what her answer would be—but knowing and knowing are two very different things.
“I’m sorry,” she says again.
“Don’t apologize.” He laces his fingers with hers, moving their hands to rest against her stomach. A coincidence, she thinks. He tilts her head into him, encouraging her to rest against him. “I understand.”
She lets her head slump against his chest, and her voice is muffled when she speaks.
“I want to,” she says. “I do, but…”
“You can’t.”
“I can’t”
She does want to, really. She’s thought about it more than she’d like to admit.
It’d be so easy, so painless. All she’d have to do is look up at him, letting those unnaturally bright green eyes meet her own, and say a simple, three-letter word.
She could have it all, everything she never had when she was younger. Everything she still doesn’t have. She could have anything she wanted—he would give her anything she wanted—and all it would take is for her to say the words.
He’d look at her and smile, press his lips against her own, and then flick his wrist or snap his fingers, and she’d have exactly what she asked for.
Sally would have to be foolish to not want that.
(And she is a fool, she thinks. Lying here with a god she fell in love with, a god who fell inlove with her.)
He pulls her tighter against him. “I know.”
She takes her head off of his chest and looks up at him. “You don’t know.”
He gives her a sad smile, his hand brushing gently against her stomach, and she knows that it wasn’t a coincidence after all.
Poseidon doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. His eyes look into her own, saying everything that he doesn’t.
“How long?” She asks.
He inhales deeply, casting his eyes around the room once again. “A few weeks.”
“Why didn’t you ask me about it?”
“Why didn’t you tell me about it?” he counters.
“Touché.”
The corner of his lips quirk up, and he brings a hand up to her chin, holding her steady as he leans in. The kiss is gentle and far shorter than she’d have liked, but the brevity doesn’t make it any less mind-numbing.
“Sei,” she whispers when she pulls back. “What if…?” She leaves the question hanging in the air, a static charge between them.
“They won’t,” he rubs his hand up and down her arm.
“But what if they do?”
He purses his lips, taking a deep breath. “Then I’ll handle it.”
Sally nods a little, not knowing what to say.
They lie in silence looking at each other for a few moments before Poseidon exhales, shifting to his back and looking at the ceiling before closing his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“For what?”
“For not being a mortal.”
“You wouldn’t be you, then.”
His head falls to the side to look at her. “I’d be anyone for you.”
“I don’t want just anyone, though.” A smile, a thumb running along his cheek bone. “I want you.”
Poseidon wraps his arms around her, pulls her close.
“You have me,” he says, eyes closed and lips against her forehead. “You have me.”
#my writing#taylor tries to write#posally#posally fic#poseidon#sally jackson#pjo#taylor answers#ask tag#anon
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hi so I wanna say I love Andrews portrayal of spiderman and Peter parker were both great charming and endearing to me but ot doesn't take away the fact for me that the movies were almost starlight up terrible especially the second one we had glimpses of what the movie could be in some scenes that were so great but other than the wonderful performances bu stone garfield and sally and the actor who played uncle Ben and a few scenes here and there the movies were bad really bad I loved that andrew and his Pete got a redemption arc for nwh I love that it's what sold the movie for me he's a great actor who was robbed of a decent script and too much studio interferences really mangled the end product
But i do feel like people are unnecessarily harsh on the mcu version of spiderman while it makes me now uncomfortable thinking About Tony stark is musk's wet dream but the movies were really great for the audiences they are marketed towards young kids the class struggles are very much present just in a more subtle way and nwh has fixed most of the "problems" that mcu spiderman had they are also in general the best spider man movies out there if you remove the rami trilogy this is just my take but Maybe it's just the fact that I'm much younger and enjoy these movies more idk
I don't want to offend anyone or make their day worse sorry if I did that I do love your work just an interesting topic of debate in my opinion lots of love ❤️
I never said they were great movies just that Andrew was a great Peter Parker haha. Although I still think they're really fun movies as long as you take them as something campy instead of as a work of art. Ignore the major plot holes and shit script and just enjoy the ride of watching a 2012 superhero movie.
Personally, I like to pick out the parts that I loved about it and focus on those rather than the poorly done bits. They literally have some of my favorite Spidey scenes in them. The part when all the construction workers move their cranes together because they see Spider-Man struggling after being shot and he saved Ponyboy's son earlier in the movie and now Ponyboy gets a chance to repay him back so he gets all his buddies together to help and Peter swings from crane to crane to get to where he needs to...a literal perfect Spider-Man moment! It's up there with the scene in Toby's when all the people in the subway lift an unconscious Peter up and carry him back inside, maskless, and tell him that his secret identity is safe with them and then hand him back his mask. It's the scenes when NYC backs Spider-Man as their hero that always get to me. I don't remember if Tom's Peter has anything like that because I've only seen his movies once (and one was on a plane lol) and my memory is poop so I can't speak on that. But I like whenever they add in NYC backing up Peter in his films. It was very Spider-Man esque. He's a man of the people, esp the working class, and the people usually like to repay him for that whenever he can help. Andrew's version did a good job of representing that.
Gwen's death was also good. Andrew acted the hell out of it. I mean...
Besides being visually dark as hell, his perfect hugging of her dead body cradled in his arms! They don't shy away from it and they linger on the quietness and raw emotions of that scene for a minute. It was emotional and powerful and done well.
Then the humor in the movies was wonderful! Andrew nailed the one liners and body movement. To me, he was such a cheeky Spider-Man especially going from Toby who didn't quite have that cocky Spidey charm like Andrew did. If you don't look at the movies as a groundbreaking work of art, I don't think they're as bad as people claim them to be haha. They're not great but they're also not the worst movies I've ever seen. It keeps you entertained and excited and can pack a punch when it wants to.
I do think you nailed it though when you said that it depends on your age. I was in the perfect age group when The Amazing Spider-Man came out. I had grown up watching Toby's movies but I was too young to really see them as anything more in depth than just Spider-Man swinging around. TASM released when I was 19. It was the most perfect age to see it in theaters and fall head over heals in love with Mr. Garfield as he blushes and hides his face in flowers after showing up at Gwen's bedroom window. Or when he shows up in middle of the night covered in blood and gets half naked while she tends to his wounds. CHOCOLATE HOUSE. The raw, horny, sexiness of their chemistry together!! He is by and far the horniest of all the Spidey babies. All of their kissing scenes!! How could I not fall in love that man?? He was on the big screen and I was horny for a boyfriend and he gave me everything I needed for my teenage fantasies. And then you add on the chokehold that Andrew and Emma had over the young world when they dated. 2012 was a crazy time. People genuinely thought the world was ending and Peter Parker was back on the big screen hahaha. What more could ya ask for? ;)
It was like it was made for my generation of nerdy ladies to thirst over. By the time Tom's movies came out, I was already way to old to be invested in a high school kid. I thought he was a good actor and has great chemistry with MJ and Ned but I just don't have that same pure, all in love that I did with Andrew.
I honestly don't even remember Tom's other Spidey movies, I remember a couple of scenes here and there, but NWH was perfect. I don't think I've ever been so equally breathless and excited while watching a movie in my life.
#asks#i talked for way too long about this im so sorry lol#I JUST LOVE SPIDERMAN#ALL OF THEM#but mostly andrew
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Don't think about how after the war is done and Borea finally - FINALLY - gets through whatever dipshit thing that Kronos did to the Empire State's elevator to stop people from getting to the 600th floor (I remember a force field I can't remember anything else but)
Don't think of Borea's reaction to finally finding out whether Percy is alive (and the war is done, and Kronos is gone, and this boy will either live or die by Zeus's hand now) or dead (and Kronos is alive, and Borea will kill him - making her also perhaps a child of prophecy because she's a "child of the elder gods" but also she isn't 16 so maybe not child of prophecy but whatever)
Don't think of her screaming (like a guttural cry of desperation which turns to hope when she sees his breathing body) - "perseus!" - because this boy is as much hers as he is Poseidon's - more so hers than his, because she's as much a mother to this boy (okay, fine, a motherly aunt - a second mother if you will) as Sally was
And just
Don't think of the way she grabs his body and pulls him in for a hug (lol imagine if percy didn't know it was her and upon reflex stabbed and kill her lolllllll)
Don't think of the way she holds him so tight, refusing to let him go like how a clamshell shuts its mouth - refusing to let any harm come to the pearl that lays beneath its bed (I'm crying)
And
Don't think of how she pulls back (not caring that percy can't breathe because shut up I couldn't breathe while.you were up here, ALONE, and I still made it you dramatic ass), and holds his face, hands on either side of his face, looking into his eyes because, "Are you hurt?" And "let me see" because she knows the scars he will bare from this day on will only show itself in his soul...
And also - don't think of how Poseidon, this hero's father, stands back, not wanting to interrupt because he knows that this is the exact way Sally would act if she knew the whole truth of the prophecy (that Perseus was going to die at the end of it - but no, he's okay, he's alive now, her baby boy, their baby boy is alive and well - as well as the situation could call for)
And Borea can't hold herself back anymore from calling him her child, because she sees the emotions he feels, she knows all too well the hurt he holds in his heart, especially as he says, "Luke's dead -" and when Borea hears that, she pushes all care for anyone in the world out to one corner, and focuses on the thing that kept her sanity - that held her mind together when she was contemplating just letting it all go and wreak havoc - so that she may be put to an end.
Borea only focuses on one thing, Percy, her baby boy, as she let's her tears fall before she pulls him in a hug - holding his head in the gentle but firm way she held his head and supported it when he was a child and couldn't do it on his own. "My baby boy, my son, my son." Because she doesn't speak for her own emotions, only - she speaks for Sally's - oh, Sally, who didn't know a drop of the prophecy, only that Percy needed her blessing to do an extremely dangerous task (see" the Styx), and okay yeah, Poseidon too, who would have left his duties as ruler of the sea, just to spend a mortal's life with Sally and Percy... if not for Zeus, and his penchant of killing people his brothers care about... for the sake of it.
Oh poor Poseidon - who respected Borea for what she did (being a "father" to his son, and protecting him the best she could, in ways that Sally, nor he, could) - he's just standing off to the back, not wanting to take away the reprieve his son gives her (because she's been carrying the weight of the prophecy and it's meaning on her head the minute Poseidon fell for Sally) - and now, that weight can be gone, because it's over.
But Poseidon comes over, only once he's seen she's collected herself - but she doesn't move from Percy, still holding him, she turns to face Poseidon, leaving little but enough space for him to regard his son.
And when he begins to do so, Borea slowly, but surely, relaxes - she doesn't leave Percy's hand, not even as Poseidon places a hand on his shoulder (and I suppose it's in this moment, that whichever god sees their interaction and behaviour and dynamic with each other and this boy, realise just how much he is loved - and also creates the maddening thought that Borea may just be Percy's parent - let it be his second (in place of Sally, because they've never seen Poseidon regard a mortal or half-blood with the patience he has with Borea), or third (including both, Percy and Poseidon)
Just
Don't think of it
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Sometimes, when sunny visits kels house for a sleepover, (or just anyones house except for basils) the host would always wake up to:
A missing sunny (who is most likely in some weird ass place like the roof)
A sunny that it staring at you from the foot of the bed or beside it
A sunny that stares from the doorway (he stares alot)
Or
A sunny that is playing bo en my time at an unreasonable hour but at a reasonable volume (or vise versa)
Alright so a different nonnie also sent me “How many times do you think sunny scares people by staring at them from the foot of the bed / beside them when they wake up?” So I’m....combining these two XD Also if you guys like....resend things can you say they’re a resend LOL bc if I have another Cho double take situation I’m going to backflip into the sun. Also don’t resend more than twice (i’m gonna be putting that in my bio bc....yeah don’t do it makes me anxious D:)
Okay mini housekeeping thing aside! This got long it’s under a read more because it’s long, but it’s full of shenanigans, sleepovers, and our local fave cryptid Sunny
I’m going to focus this in on post-canon, because I think that Sunny’s ultimate cryptid energy flows forth in his teen years. Also I really want to include the hooligans in on this (I’m...love them)
So pre-canon Sunny and Mari’s house was the go to location for their group of six. They were almost always there, but there was some unspoken rules.
You called before you came over (Only Kel didn’t follow this rule, but he always knocked and waited patiently at the door) and you had to be invited to stay for dinner. If not you went home when Sunny’s mom called a fifteen minute warning before dinner. There was also no arguing within the house. If there was an issue that needed to be addressed, Mari and Sunny’s parents would immediately send everyone home.
Post-canon Mari is gone and the house has been sold. Hero and Kel’s house becomes the go to hang out house after that. Their house is nearly night and day to Mari and Sunny’s
Mari and Sunny’s house was always neat and tidy and very quiet. Their parents generally left the TV off and didn’t use the radio, so unless one of the two children were making noise, everything would be silent. Kel and Hero’s house is in constant motion and activity. Sally is usually either babbling or screaming, music is always playing on the radio, and their main form of communication is friendly yelling at one another. Kel and Hero’s house also has an open door policy- anyone can walk in at anytime and they all know where the spare keys are hidden.
Post-canon I see a quick friendship building between Aubrey’s gang and Basil Sunny and Kel. Hero enjoys them all, but it’s not really his scene now that he’s spent a year or so at college. He will get brought along for some adventures, and he’s always up for hanging around the house with them, but when it gets to be a bigger group he prefers to just let them have fun.
When it’s just his four kids, Hero is always a part of the group though.
OKAY ALL OF THAT BUILDUP ASIDE LETS GET TO THE ACTUAL POINT OF THIS ASK
So this is when school is in session and Hero is back at college. Kel tells Aubrey that Sunny is coming up for the long weekend, and they should all do a sleepover at his house like old times. She agrees and they arrange it with Basil. Kim overhears their plans and she has FOMO so she arranges herself to be there when they tell Basil
Normally Kel makes it a point to try and include Aubrey’s friends (who are slowly just becoming friends) but this time he just pretends she isn’t there and tells Basil to come right after school and they can drive together to get Sunny.
Kim weedles it out of Aubrey later that day when they’re alone in gym class. The reason that they didn’t immediately invite her and the others? Sunny is apparently weird at night
Kim fires back that Sunny is always a little weird, but Aubrey is being fully serious. Unfortunately all that does is make Kim more curious. She goes to find Kel afterward and half asks/half demands an invitation to the sleepover. Kel seems a little awkward about her involving herself, but he agrees that she and the others can join in if they like.
Aubrey and the others arrive
Kim soon finds out that Aubrey was 100% right. Sunny is...weird at night.
At around 10:00 pm, Sunny disappears. Basila nd Aubrey went into the kitchen to make popcorn, and Kel was busy fiddling with the TV to get the movie to start. When he turns back to the couch, he asks where Sunny is. They realize Sunny has vanished.
Aubrey and Basil come in with the bowls of snacks, and Kel asks them if they’ve seen Sunny. Basil says to check the roof.
The roof. The hooligans all laugh (Basil is a sweet kid when you get to know him, but his nerves make even his jokes strange) The other three don’t laugh. In fact Kel gets up and goes to the door.
The hooligans follow out bewildered, and Sunny is o n t h e r o o f. CASUALLY. JUST THERE PETTING AN ORANGE CAT WHO IS LOUNGING PURRING NEXT TO HIM. AND KEL AND AUBREY AND BASIL DONT REACT??? Kel just waves?? and Sunny waves back???
“We’re gonna watch Insidious now, I know you haven’t seen that one before. Wanna come in?” “Kay” “Do you want to bring your cat in with you? I’ll put Hector on his leash” “Yes please”
Then the three just walk back and tell the hooligans to follow them in. Sunny got himself up so Sunny can get himself down.
It’s only the beginning of the madness. Sunny walks in holding the still purring orange cat and settles himself down in his specific corner of the couch (They were prewarned not to sit in Sunny’s spot) Aubrey cuts Kim off before she can ask about the roof, and starts the movie. Kim looks over at the cat, and it locks eyes on her, hissing.
The movie begins and Sunny will randomly speak but only to say when a character is going to die/be scared. Right before it happens. Every single time. Didn’t Kel say before that he hadn’t seen this movie?? It doesn’t matter Sunny keeps going
A ghost. A ghost. Lost in an alternate dimension by shamanic journey. It’s bizarre. The cat continues to purr a rusty old engine noise in Sunny’s lap, periodically looking at one of the hooligans and hissing, choosing a different one every time. Who’s cat is that????
They finish the movie and start to play board games. They pick monopoly and decide to divvy up into teams. Kim immediately claims Aubrey, Vance decides to go with Kel and Kel grabs Mikhael to create a trio. Charlie and Sunny silently sit beside each other, and everyone assumes that makes them a team. Angel pulls Basil to his side and they’re prepped to play the game.
Kim likes to consider herself a pretty good monopoly player, and Aubrey is a whiz with money and numbers, so she assumes they have this in the bag.
She did not account for the Sunny factor.
Sunny stares her down through the entire time. Kim is sure he doesn’t blink. She forgets to bid on auctions for properties and gives him extra rent money. They go bankrupt first, and Sunny turns his eye onto Kel who just laughs and gives Sunny finger guns. Sunny finger guns back (his face still a blank slate) and proceeds to also take all of Kel’s money.
They go to bed shortly after, and Kim is relieved. Nothing also weird can happen. Now she just has to sleep.
She wakes up in the middle of the night and adjust her position, turning over to face the other side of teh room. Four shining eyes stare back at her, catching the dim light from the kitchen. Kim shakily grabs her phone and turns on the flashlight, whirling around to see Sunny staring at her, his orange cat on top of his head.
She wakes all the rest of them with her shriek of terror. The group of four quickly settle to sleep once more, even Sunny crashing down next to Aubrey and Basil. hissing cat caught firmly in his arms.
She and the other hooligans stay up for a bit, frantically whispering about the oddness of the situation. They resolve to leave early in the morning, and to distance themselves as much as they can from...whatever Sunny is. They’re certainly glad he doesn’t go to their school anymore.
The next morning, the group of four wake up before the hooligans and cook a big breakfast. They put the phone on speaker and chat with Hero as they do so, catching up on his latest college stories. Bo en is playing from the cd player in the corner of the kitchen, kept low so as not to wake the others.
The hooligans creep downstairs and peer inside. The scene is shockingly...normal.
Sunny is still carrying his cat, but now Kel is feeding it tiny bits of bacon and it is stretching out of Sunny’s arms to reach the next delicious morsel. He’s chatting with Hero over the phone, speaking in full long sentences which is a rarity for Sunny. He even laughs quietly at a joke Hero tells.
Kim tries to translate the horror she felt last night into this morning, but it’s not there. Sunny doesn’t seem like an eldritch horror during the day. Just another teenager happy to be with people he enjoys.
Hero hangs up shortly after, and the group of four settle back into a placid silence. Aubrey breaks it by turning to the others
“I know it was weird, but I’m glad that they came for last night.” the three boys agree, and Sunny leans against the counter near Aubrey so she can scratch one hand under his cat’s neck while still flipping pancakes. When he speaks, his voice is near silent, but they all hear it anyway.
“They’re nice. They didn’t treat me different.”
The hooligans share a look and simultaneously agree to stay for breakfast.
#omori#omori headcanons#omori headcanon#omori sunny#omori basil#omori kel#omori aubrey#omori hero#mentioned lol#omori kim#omori scooter gang#hooligans#omori hooligans#cryptid sunny
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i'm gonna do the briefest of reviews for snc's previous video. and really i'm only doing it bc i like continuity lol
so here's my review for the fourth video in snc's attachment series
aka "Our Unbelievable Night at USA's Scariest Prison"
not technically related to this video, but i want snc to do the penitentiary in pa so badly. i also just want snc do a haunted video in pa or near philly in general. but that's besides the point lol
steve made a valid point in the beginning about how a prison is the perfect spot for ghost activity bc of all the negative emotions that happen there. it's like a hotbed for bad spirits to stay at or go towards.
the history of the prison is so vast and dark, it's a shame that snc barely even scratched the surface of what actually happened there. seriously tho, they could have spent like three videos just investigating and learning the history of that place.
now onto the investigation:
personally, i would love for snc to chill on the music cues and the loud bangs that they use to show shit is going off.
for some reason the guys were like extra jumpy when they were in the sugar shack. like you can literally see snc jump back like a handful of times lol
that big ass planchet was comical as hell to me sksksk
when they were in that hallway and the door or window was creaking and making that banging noise, no joke, my heart dropped into my ass lmao idk what that was about but that was hell scary
also maybe it's me but i would literally run down that hallway just to see what was making that noise like i'm not tip-toeing down
sam saying "hello" and then hyperventilating. hilarious. couldn't be more of "first person killed off in a horror movie" vibe.
side note that i just remembered while skipping thru the video: the fact that they kept fucking up how to say "aryan" was probably the weirdest/funniest thing to me. like how innocent are our boys that they don't know about the kkk??? like what lol
the possible "inhuman" spirit that was following them around, i felt like, was just trying to fuck with them. to get them upset and scared. spirits feed off of energy like that. and especially towards the end when sam starts freaking out bc he thinks he's talking to a demon or sallie or something...
highkey i loved the days of our lives bit. i felt like the video was starting to get a bit dark, and then they brought in a full costume change and song, and honestly, couldn't be happier about it
also the "dancing with sam and colby" part made me weirdly uncomfortable and i don't know why lol
i find it interesting that colby got literally nothing in his cell. it could be that his cell just doesn't have any activity. or, could it be that the spirits around were scared by his energy????
and then when they did the estes method... sam was just way too worked up. i get that they only had a bit of time left and so they had to rush it so nerves were already high, but it's one of those things were if he was calm and just relaxed for a second, he would have felt better and less nervous talking to whatever they were speaking to. personally, i don't think it was a demon. i think it was a inmate who was just fucking with him and trying to make him scared.
okay, overall, i think i said originally i would rate this video a 3/5 but after rewatching it, i'm gonna rate it a little bit lower at a 2.8/5. i know, silly change. but i just feel like this video is one i won't be coming back to. i think that had a lot of good in it, but something was off or missing the entire time. i can't think of what it is. but this video was just very meh all around.
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Dog Eared Page | 03. Blank Space
a collaborative crossover fic by @seanfalco & @imagine-you
Pairing: Nathan Young x f!Reader (eventual Luke x Reader & Nathan x Reader x Luke)
Warning(s): Language, Recreational Drug Use
Word Count: 9.4k (oop, apparently each chapter just gets longer lol;)
a/n: Luke’s here babes.
[ masterlist ]
You had hoped that the note in Curtis' locker was a complete fluke. There was no way anyone could know about Tony, right? It wasn't like any of you would be stupid enough to go around talking about the two dead bodies you had buried out under the flyover. Curtis had probably royally pissed someone off and they were playing a little prank on him. It would be fine.
You should have known better, though. The second you let yourself think that maybe everything would be fine, another note showed up. This time in Nathan's locker, putting to rest the theory that the first note was only meant for Curtis.
"What d’you think it means?" Nathan asked as he considered the note in his hands.
"It's obvious, isn't it? Someone knows we killed him," Kelly pointed out.
"Maybe it's Sally," Simon suggested. "She doesn't seem to actually like any of us."
"Who's Sally?" Curtis wondered, his attention seemingly split between the conversation and where Alisha was carefully applying makeup in front of the mirror. It wasn’t like he was being subtle at all about his attraction to Alisha and you knew that Alisha seemed to be just as interested in him. You wondered how long it would be before they got themselves sorted out.
"Sally's our probation worker," Simon answered.
Nathan shook his head, making a displeased noise. "You're a twat, because Sally, if that's really her name, didn't show up until after the other one was already in the ground."
"You mean Tony," you interrupted, shooting Nathan a frustrated look. "Talk a little louder, yeah? I don't think they heard you outside."
"I was practically whispering," Nathan argued, his brows furrowed as he turned on you. "Why don't you speak up, then? This concerns you too."
"Because I'm listening," you stressed, offering him a glare. "Something you've never been that good at."
"Look, as interesting as this is, we don't have time for this," Curtis hissed.
"He's right," Kelly agreed. "We've got to figure out who's sending us these letters. They're only doing it when we're not here, so they've got to be coming in while we're all working. We won't be able to catch them."
"Not unless I'm waiting in here while I'm invisible," Simon offered. "I can just wait here while you all go get started out there. If anyone comes in and leaves anything in our lockers, then we'll know who's blackmailing us."
"You're just trying to get out of doing your work!" Nathan accused, pointing at him.
"This is Simon we're talking about, not you, Nathan," you told him, quirking an eyebrow at him. You knew you were probably being a little harsh, but you still couldn't get over the fact that he had outright lied to you and slept with someone else. You hadn't so much as looked at another guy since you broke up, but Nathan hadn't hesitated to jump into bed with another girl the first chance he got. It hurt so much that you could barely keep yourself from lashing out.
"Maybe we should separate you two," Kelly suggested as she glanced from you to Nathan. "We're not going to get anything figured out with you two arguing like this."
"She's arguing! I'm just here minding my own business!"
"This is useless," Curtis muttered. "But it sounds like a good plan," he added as he looked at Simon. After he checked that Alisha was fine with the plan, Curtis turned his focus back on Simon. "Go on, then. Turn invisible."
Simon shook his head, looking uncertain for a moment. "I can't do it when everyone's looking at me."
Nathan laughed, the sound harsher than usual, as he reached out to clap a hand to Simon's shoulder. "So, I guess it's like pissing at a urinal if you've got a tiny cock," he mused as he gestured towards Simon's crotch. "Zero for two there, aren't yeh?"
Alisha snorted before she turned away from the mirror, taking a moment to size Simon up. "Well, that's really impressive," she drawled before she moved to leave the locker room.
The others followed after her, leaving you for a moment with Simon.
"Don't worry about it," you assured him. "If it doesn't work, then we'll figure something else out, yeah?"
Simon nodded his head, shooting you a nervous look. You offered him a smile before you left the locker room, not hearing Simon calling after you.
——
Leaving Simon behind, you joined the others to find the main area strewn with piles upon piles of clothes, which you were informed by another volunteer that you’d be in charge of sorting for donation. With a sigh you moved to a pile away from Nathan, doing your best to keep your distance from him like Kelly had suggested, but you could still feel him watching you, and despite your deliberate move away from him, he followed you over to the pile you’d chosen, plopping down next to you anyway.
“Get your own pile, Nathan,” you groaned, trying to ignore him.
“What if I don’t want to?” he countered contrarily, idly pawing through the clothes in front of him.
Growling under your breath, you were about to stand to go join Kelly when Sally stepped out of her office, clearing her throat to get your attention. Looking up you nearly did a double take. Next to Sally stood a tall curly haired youth, gazing around the room for a moment until his eyes settled on you and didn’t move away as if taking you in appraisingly.
“Alright, everyone, your attention,” Sally snapped, clapping her hands together briskly. “We have a new addition to the group. His name is Luke and he’ll be working off his service hours with you from here on out,” she announced, looking around the room. “I want all of you to be welcoming, okay?” she added, narrowing her eyes at the lot of you before turning toward him. “Here is your jumpsuit. You can go change in the locker room and keep any personal items in one of the unoccupied lockers.”
“Right,” he drawled, unimpressed. His lilting accent was different from Nathan’s, but it was clear he was Irish.
Still glancing over at you, he ambled down the hall toward the locker room to change.
Well, he definitely had your attention.
As soon as he left everyone began talking over each other.
“What was that?” Nathan exclaimed, gesturing toward the corner Luke had just disappeared around, his voice practically climbing an octave.
“What was what?” you asked distractedly, finally tearing your eyes away and returning your focus to the task before you.
“What was what?” Nathan repeated incredulously, his brows drawing down as he gaped at you. “He was totally eye fuckin’ yeh!” he cried.
“Yeah, so?” you countered, feeling your face warm. “We’re not dating, so what’s it matter t’you? You actually did fuck someone,” you snapped.
“Yeah, don’t remind me,” he grumbled under his breath.
“Did you see that?” Kelly exclaimed, catching your and Nathan’s attention.
“See what?” he demanded with a sour frown and the others merely stared at him.
“You seriously didn’t notice?” Alisha asked. “That guy could be your twin!” she exclaimed with a laugh. “Are y’sure you don’t have a long lost brother or somethin’?”
“Course not! I’m a classic example of an only child!” Nathan cried. “Besides, I don’t see it! We look nothin’ alike.”
“Oh no mate, the resemblance is uncanny,” Curtis disagreed.
“Yeah,” Kelly chimed in. “He’s tall and lanky, got dark curly hair, he’s even Irish,” she ticked off on her fingers.
“Didn’t y’hear that accent, he’s clearly from Northern Ireland!” Nathan exclaimed as if that made all the difference. “We’re nothin’ alike,” he insisted heatedly.
Curtis frowned thoughtfully. He’d been awfully quiet since Luke had walked in. “He looks familiar,” he mused.
“Well yeah, cause he looks like Nathan,” Alisha scoffed, but Curtis shook his head.
“No, I mean, I feel like I’ve seen him before...”
Before anyone could speculate further, Luke returned and everyone’s eyes turned to him.
“What y’get done for?” Kelly asked without preamble, and everyone waited expectantly. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little bit curious.
“Drugs,” he answered with a shrug.
“Usin’ or dealin’?” Curtis asked pointedly.
“Who wants t’know?” Luke countered with a cheeky grin.
“Can y’hook me up?” Nathan exclaimed and you rolled your eyes. Of course that’s what he’d be thinking about at a time like this.
“We’ll see,” Luke scoffed, brushing past the others and making his way over to you, joining you at your pile. “Well, hello there,” he greeted, raising his thick dark eyebrows as he looked you over once more.
“Hey,” you answered, pointedly ignoring Nathan’s glower.
“Y’know, you have me at a bit of a disadvantage here,” he exclaimed nonchalantly, idly digging through the clothes in front of him.
“Oh, and how’s that?” you asked, unable to fight back your grin.
“You already know my name, but I’m afraid I don’t know yours.”
At his words, your grin grew and you saw Nathan roll his eyes, sorting through the clothes with sudden interest.
“I’m [y/n],” you answered, looking into his eyes, noticing they were a lovely shade of green. Huh, Nathan’s eyes are green, you realized, the thought coming to you unbidden.
“[y/n],” Luke repeated, saying it several times as if tasting it. “Please tell me you’re single.”
“Hey, who am I?” Nathan suddenly exclaimed, interrupting you and you turned to look at him, annoyance flashing across your face. He’d donned a pair of large orange ski goggles and looked ridiculous.
“I’ll give yeh a hint, I’m a giant cunt,” he announced, throwing his arms wide and Luke gave a snort.
“Y’got that right, pal,” he scoffed, already disregarding Nathan.
“Oh, c’mon, anyone?” Nathan asked, looking around expectantly. When no one answered he huffed exasperatedly as if it were obvious. “I’m Bono!”
“So, are yeh? Single?” Luke asked again, ignoring Nathan, his focus swinging back to you.
“Maybe,” you taunted, not only enjoying the fact that the rather good looking new guy was already interested in you, but that it was definitely getting under Nathan’s skin. Let him get a taste of his own medicine, you thought smugly.
“I can work with a maybe,” Luke replied with a shrug. “Maybe community service won’t be so shite after all,” he mused and you shared a grin.
You could’ve sworn he was about to say something else when suddenly the front door opened and a rather cross looking black girl strode in, her arms crossed over her chest before she disappeared into Sally’s office, and Kelly scowled.
“Who’s that?” you asked, leaning past Nathan who seemed to be sulking, to address Kelly, feeling Luke’s gaze shift to your ass.
“That’s the girl I got in a fight with,” she answered with a sneer.
“What’s she doin’ here?” Alisha asked.
“I’m supposed t’do some ‘restorative justice’ bullshit with her,” she replied as Sally stuck her head out of her office door.
“Kelly, Jodi’s here,” she called.
Kelly dropped the shirt she’d been holding with a sigh and pushed to her feet, heading to Sally’s office.
As soon as she was gone Nathan began dicking around again, no doubt in a desperate attempt at catching your attention. Strapping a pair of roller blades he’d found to his feet, he began skating around the room, obnoxiously singing as he rolled past you.
“So, how’d you end up here, then?” Luke asked, effectively ignoring Nathan’s antics.
Tossing the baby clothes in your hand into a nearby box your lips twisted sourly. “It’s my stupid ex’s fault I’m here,” you explained. “He wanted to act a bloody fool and got me stuck in th’middle of it,” you huffed, vaguely registering Sally sticking her head out the door to snap at Nathan who nearly lost his balance in his surprise.
“He sounds like a git, but I kinda wanna thank th’bloke, else y’wouldn’t be here,” Luke murmured, wearing a cheeky smirk as he glanced over at you.
“Oh, very funny,” you replied, unable to hold back your own grin. You were half tempted to tell him the git he could thank was right over there making an arse of himself, but at the same time you didn’t exactly want him to know that Nathan was your ex.
Not but five minutes later, Sally’s door crashed open again and the girl Kelly’d gotten in a fight with came storming out, followed by Sally before Kelly chucked a plastic chair across the hall after them. “I was tryin’ t’be nice!” she yelled before taking off in the other direction.
“Well… that obviously went well,” Luke quipped and you snorted a laugh as he joined in, your eyes meeting Nathan’s for a moment before quickly darting away again.
The flash of hurt betrayal that crossed his face for a split second made your stomach churn, but you quickly reminded yourself what he’d done to deserve it and suddenly you didn’t feel so bad, returning your attention to Luke.
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The next morning, you escaped to the rooftop for a moment alone before you were supposed to meet the others downstairs to begin another exciting day of sorting through donated clothes. Of course, because you obviously weren't allowed the solitude you were looking for, you were soon joined by Nathan and Curtis.
You didn't so much mind Curtis, because you knew he wouldn't really bother you if you looked like you just wanted a moment of peace, but Nathan loved nothing more than to have everyone's attention on him.
Sure enough, he dropped down into the chair across from yours and placed an empty beer bottle on the crate in front of him. Curtis had already settled on one of the lounge chairs, lying back with his arm flung over his face.
"Come on, baby," Nathan urged as he stared at the beer bottle. "You can do it," he added as he strained, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the bottle.
"I almost hate to ask," you drawled, wondering just what Nathan really thought he was doing. Did he think that he was going to blow it up with his mind? Wasn't that something you were capable of? Why couldn't he try something else out? Something less annoying and something that wasn't happening right in front of you.
"I've got a power," Nathan claimed, not taking his eyes off the bottle. "It's got to be something way better than what this lot have been saddled with and I'm going to figure out what it is. Maybe I can shoot laser beams from my eyes or get girls to undress just by lookin' at them." He shot you a lingering look before he shook his head, turning his attention back towards the bottle.
You rolled your eyes before settling back in your chair. Closing your eyes, you were intent on ignoring Nathan's grunting and groaning, but when he let out a particularly worrisome whine, you opened them to make sure he hadn't somehow killed himself. When you noticed a tear beginning to slip down Nathan's cheek, you scoffed before you leaned forward in your seat to consider him.
"Maybe you should let it go. You're going to give yourself a hernia or something."
Curtis snorted before he dropped his arm, glancing at Nathan. "Would serve him right."
"Hey! You won't be giving me so much shit when I'm saving all your asses with my badass power."
"And what is that again?" Curtis wondered, pulling his arm back over his eyes. "Being super annoying? Because we already discovered that."
Nathan flipped Curtis off before he went back to trying to smash the bottle with his mind.
You weren't sure how long you sat there watching Nathan do his best to mentally blow up the bottle before Simon showed up.
"We've got a problem," he said, drawing your attention away from Nathan.
Nathan held out a hand, stalling Simon. "Will you shut up? I nearly had it."
"You did not," you argued, shaking your head. "You're no closer to blowing that up with your mind than you are learning how to breathe underwater."
"Now there's an idea," Nathan grunted, his whole body trembling as he stared down the bottle.
Curtis moved to sit up, finally giving Nathan his attention again. "I think he's gonna shit himself."
Nathan let out a frustrated yell before he kicked the crate, sending the bottle flying. You watched it hit the rooftop before smashing into tiny pieces.
You clapped your hands, sending Nathan an unimpressed look. "Hey, look, you did it."
Nathan made a face before he looked at Simon. "What is it?"
"We've got a problem," Simon repeated.
Nathan's attention span seemed to quickly gravitate to something else entirely, because he threw his arms up in frustration. "I've got a power! I can feel it in my balls!" he exclaimed as he reached down to cup himself.
"Just shut up and let him speak," you snapped at Nathan. "What's the problem?"
"They're going to dig up the bodies," Simon said, finally putting a stop to Nathan's ranting. "They're building an environmental monitoring station under the flyover."
"That sounds made up," Nathan argued. "Are you having us on right now?"
"It's real," Simon stressed with a frustrated look at Nathan. "It's meant to measure carbon monoxide, but we've got a bigger problem. When they dig the foundation, they'll find the bodies."
"Shit," you breathed, at a loss for anything else to say. If the bodies were discovered, then you could no longer play dumb about the whereabouts of Gary and Tony. It would become painfully clear that you had all lied when the bodies were discovered together. What if you had left some kind of evidence behind when you buried them? What if you weren't as careful as you should have been?
"We need to talk about this with Alisha and Kelly," Curtis suggested, drawing you out of your thoughts. "We need to figure out what we're gonna do."
"We can't talk about this around the new guy," Simon pointed out. "He doesn't know what happened with Tony."
"Oh, yeah," Nathan breathed, as if just remembering that there was a new addition to the group. "Simon," he said, snapping his fingers.
"What?" Simon turned to look at Nathan, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"What do you mean, what?" Nathan asked, turning his attention on Simon.
"You said my name," Simon reminded Nathan.
"What? No, I didn't. Simon's th’new guy."
"Oh, for fuck's sake," you sighed, shaking your head.
"No, Simon is my name. The new guy is Luke," Simon told Nathan.
"Simon, Luke, whatever his name is, he still can't find out we murdered our first probation worker."
"We need to come up with some kind of code word," you suggested. "Something that won't let on what we're talking about while Luke is around."
Nathan snapped his fingers again, his face lighting up. "I've got the perfect word," he said before he moved to brush past Simon and opened the door.
You watched the door close behind him, a feeling of dread rising within you at the thought that Nathan had assumed he had the perfect word. After all, he’d been in charge of your safe words when you were both feeling a bit more adventurous in the bedroom and they always turned out to be something ridiculous and funny and sure to ruin the mood, but you found yourself hoping that he wasn't about to suggest that instead of the word 'bodies,' you instead used something like 'banana dildo.'
Curtis turned to look at you. "Are we really going to let the moron come up with the one word that's going to keep us all out of prison?"
You sighed and shrugged your shoulders, moving to follow after Nathan. "Looks like we have no other choice," you muttered, hoping the day wouldn't end with you in handcuffs and being carted into the police station.
——
"Where's Kelly?" You glanced around the room, but didn't spot her. You only saw Alisha and Luke waiting near the massive pile of clothes still taking up space on the floor of the Community Centre.
"Dunno," Alisha answered with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Kelly," Luke mused. "That's the loud, angry one, yeah? She hasn't shown up yet."
"Great," Nathan groaned. "That's really helpful."
"What's going on with you?" Luke asked, his eyes settling on you. "Y’look freaked out about somethin’."
"Don't worry about her," Nathan cut in before you could say anything. "Why don't you start on those tuxedos over there while we go talk about something over here," Nathan said before he took off towards the other side of the room.
"Subtle," you muttered before you followed after him.
Curtis grabbed the sleeve of Alisha's jumpsuit before towing her over to join you, Nathan, and Simon.
"Why do I get the feeling you're about to tell me bad news?"
"Because we are," Curtis responded.
You noticed Sally watching the group and quickly sat down. "Look busy," you hissed as you gestured for the others to join you on the floor.
Alisha sighed as she picked up a blouse and started inspecting it. "So, what's going on?"
You listened as Simon once again explained what was happening.
"Oh, fuck," Alisha groaned. "We're screwed."
"Maybe not--" Simon started before he was cut off by Luke walking over to join the group.
"What are you all whispering about over here? Not trying to exclude me, are yeh? I thought I was part of the group."
Nathan scoffed before he shook his head. "Look, mate, if we wanted you over here, we would have invited you."
You couldn't exactly admit that you were trying to come up with a way to get rid of the body of your probation worker and the young offender he had killed. You and Curtis both quickly glanced at Nathan, silently reminding him that he had come up with a code word to get you out of this situation.
"Herpes!" Nathan exclaimed.
Luke frowned at Nathan, looking adorably confused. "What?"
"Yeah, herpes," Nathan repeated with a smirk on his face. "[y/n] here has got a ragin’ case of them, so you know she won't be kissin’ anyone any time soon."
"Fucker," you growled before you reached out and pinched Nathan's arm.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"He's just joking," you assured Luke, shooting a glare at Nathan.
"Good t’know," Luke told you, giving you a considering look.
You felt your cheeks flush as Nathan made an outraged noise, but before he could make any more comments, Kelly finally showed up.
Right away you noticed she was acting strange -- wearing a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses, keeping her head ducked, as if she didn't really want anyone to notice her.
"Where have you been?" Alisha asked, frowning at Kelly.
"Had to go to the doctor," Kelly muttered as she came to a stop at the edge of the group.
"Well, while you were getting your smear test, big shock!" Nathan exclaimed as he turned to fully face Kelly. "Weird Kid found out that the bod--" Nathan cut himself off when you elbowed him sharply in the side. "Oh, right," Nathan muttered, shooting a look at Luke. "We found out that [y/n] has got a social disease!"
"I do not!" You turned towards Curtis. "Maybe you can fill her in while I go distract you-know-who," you whispered to him. You waited for him to nod in agreement before you stood up. "So, Luke," you started, moving to stand next to him. "Why don't we work together over there?"
"Sounds good," Luke agreed, letting you lead him over towards the other side of the room.
You were just getting settled on the floor, Luke at your side, when Nathan sat down across from you.
"What are you doing over here?"
"Just thought you two might get lonely with just each other for company, so I thought I'd join in," Nathan said, raising his left shoulder in a shrug.
"I don't remember anyone invitin’ you," Luke pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Nathan. "In fact, I think you're best suited over there," he added, nodding towards where the other four were all whispering to each other.
"They're fine without me," Nathan said before he picked up a black lacy bra. "Say, [y/n], I think you'd look ravishin’ in this."
"Dream on," you muttered before you started folding a pair of shorts.
"So, [y/n]," Luke started, turning towards you. "Lived here long?"
"My whole life," Nathan piped up.
"Mate, did I ask you?" Luke asked, scowling at Nathan. "Is your name [y/n]?"
"It could be! Y’never asked for my name," Nathan pointed out. "[y/n] could very well be my middle name."
Luke shot you a frustrated look, as if silently asking ‘is he for real?’
"Well, I'm new in town," Luke continued, deciding to try ignoring Nathan as a tactic. "So, if you know some good spots to hang out around here, then maybe we can get together some time," Luke suggested.
"Oh, I don't know about that," Nathan interrupted. "She's gunna be pretty busy. She might not have time for you."
You opened your mouth to berate Nathan for butting in on your conversation with Luke when the sound of Alisha yelling reached you.
"And you're being a whiny little bitch!" Alisha snapped at Curtis before she turned and stormed away.
Curtis rolled his eyes before he took off in the opposite direction.
"Well, guess that's that, then," Nathan mused before he stood up. "We should probably check on that," he told you before he took off after Curtis.
You sighed before shooting Luke an apologetic look. You knew Nathan was only acting like more of a twat than usual because he was jealous. You couldn't help but feel satisfied at the thought that he was getting a taste of his own medicine, but as you glanced back at Luke on your way to follow after Alisha and noticed him watching you with interest, you couldn't help but hope you’d get a moment alone with him soon.
After you’d tracked down Alisha and Kelly in the locker room, they filled you in on the conversation you’d missed.
Apparently the plan was to meet up at the Community Centre later that night. Alisha was going to take her dad's car and you'd all drive out to the flyover to dig up the bodies. You were worried that someone would see you or follow you, but you knew that your hands were tied. You had to move the bodies or else you risked them being found by a construction crew.
That night, you met the others outside the Community Centre while you waited for Alisha to arrive.
"Fancy meetin’ you here," Nathan said, shooting you an appreciative look.
"Oh, shut up," you sighed before you turned your back on him. You just knew he was checking out your ass, but as long as you didn't have to see him do it, then it was fine.
When Alisha arrived, Nathan immediately claimed the passenger seat. He kept his door open and beckoned to you before he rubbed his hand over his thigh, biting his lip as he considered you. "Care to go for a ride?"
Kelly snorted before she climbed into the backseat.
"Oh, that's awful," Curtis groaned as he let Kelly press against his side to make room for Simon.
"Please do not have sex in my dad's car," Alisha added, shooting Nathan a disgusted look.
"I think I'd rather sit in Simon's lap," you told Nathan before you climbed into the back with the other three. You didn't end up sitting on Simon's lap exactly, but you might as well have with the way you were all squished together in the backseat.
"Weird Kid!" Nathan exclaimed, shooting you a scandalized look over his shoulder. "You're choosin' Weird Kid over me?"
"That's not my name," Simon insisted.
"Oh, no one cares," Nathan sighed before he turned around in his seat.
You shot Simon an apologetic grimace as the others started trying to figure out where the bodies would be stashed once they were dug up. Nathan shot down the idea of throwing them in the lake, pointing out that next week the lake would probably be dredged, landing you all in the same predicament.
"There's an unused storage room on the second floor of the Community Centre," he offered instead. "I've got the keys, so we can just throw the stiffs in there."
"Uh, why do you have the keys?" Kelly asked, shooting Nathan a confused look. "Won't you get in trouble for that?"
Nathan was silent for long enough that you knew something was up. He confirmed it when his shoulders slumped in defeat before he turned around to address everyone in the backseat. "I nicked them because I've been livin’ in the Community Centre. There. Y’happy? Big secret revealed," he added as he waved his hands in a 'ta-da' motion. "Now, can we get the fuck outta here? Six people sittin' in a car in an abandoned parkin’ lot is gunna look mighty suspicious if anyone comes by here."
You felt a flash of guilt at the thought that Nathan was living in the Community Centre. You realized that his mum must have kicked him out for some reason. He usually wouldn't have hesitated before asking if he could crash with you, but now... he couldn't. You felt a moment of irrational anger. If he hadn't fucked up and landed you both in trouble, and then went and slept with Ruth, then maybe he’d have a place to stay that wasn't a public building. He could have been with you this whole time, but everything had gotten so fucked up.
You realized that you weren't so much angry with Nathan as you were upset that you hadn't been there for him when he needed you most.
After you helped unearth the bodies and wrap them up in a tarp, you began to help fill in the makeshift grave. You were still thinking about what Nathan admitted about living in the Community Centre when you overheard Nathan talking to Kelly.
"You alright? It's just you're usually a whole lot gobbier than usual. Y’haven't said much of anythin’ all day."
"I don't talk that much," Kelly argued, shooting Nathan a frustrated look.
"Oh, c’mon," Nathan prompted as he leaned against his shovel. "You haven't even punched me in at least a few hours. I'm worried ‘bout yeh."
You couldn't help but think he sounded sincere in his concern for Kelly. Nathan wasn't as bad at feelings as everyone seemed to assume— he was a bit brash and crude, sure, but he just had his own way of showing he cared.
You heard Kelly try to ask Nathan about the Community Centre, but Nathan shut her down. He started to walk away and you decided to follow him.
"Nathan," you called, getting his attention.
"Yeah?" He turned to face you, a nearly hopeful expression on his face.
"Why didn't you tell me your mum kicked you out?"
Nathan's face fell for a moment before he affected an unruffled expression. "Would it have mattered?"
He didn't give you a chance to answer, instead turning and walking over to help Curtis stuff the bodies into the boot of the car.
You felt someone put a hand on your shoulder. When you glanced over, it was to see Kelly standing there.
"You two'll figure it out, yeah? I think yeh both just need some time."
"Yeah," you agreed, hoping she was right.
Once everything was taken care of, Nathan sidled up to you. "Y'know, you can always change your mind about sittin' in my lap. It's got to be better than being packed in the back like a tin of sardines."
You shook your head, not able to help the tiny smile that quirked up the corners of your lips. "I think I'll be fine," you told him before you climbed into the backseat to sit next to Simon.
You expected Curtis to slide in next to you, but you were surprised when Nathan let Curtis take the front passenger seat.
"Well, well," he mused as he looked you up and down. "Come here often?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Alisha groaned before she put the car into gear and drove off.
You were surprised that Nathan didn't try to flirt with you more on the way back to the Community Centre and you wondered if he was as lost in thought as you were. You knew you wanted to help Nathan, but you just didn't know how to now that you weren't together. You were barely able to have a civil conversation without your anger or jealousy getting the best of you. Although, you suspected that a part of you would always be drawn to him, you didn't know if you could forgive him. Not yet, at least. Like Kelly said, you just needed some time.
You helped the others cart the bodies up to the storage room Nathan had mentioned as he produced a ring of keys you were sure a janitor was sorely missing before he started trying them out on the door.
Once the door was open, you helped get the bodies into the room.
"Hey, I like your cap," you heard Nathan say behind you.
"No!"
You turned at the sound of Kelly yelling to see Nathan holding up a wig and Kelly's pink cap. Kelly looked upset before she stormed off, not giving anyone a chance to say something or try to stop her.
"Shit," Nathan hissed, looking uncertain as he held out the wig and the cap, as if he half-expected Kelly to come back and take them from him.
"Did you know she was bald?" Curtis asked.
"What? No! Of course not," Nathan immediately denied. "I'm not a monster."
There was a moment of stunned silence among you before Alisha broke it.
"She kinda looked like an alien," she offered, amusement in her tone.
"Ah, don't be mean," Nathan chastised, but from the way his lips quirked up, you knew he found it funny. He snorted before he looked at Alisha. "But she did, didn't she?"
"Oh, c’mon," you muttered before you moved to go after Kelly. She had looked like she was about to cry and you hated that she had gone off by herself.
"Wait, no," Nathan said, reaching out to grab your arm. "I've got it. It's my fault, I guess, so I should be the one t’bring this back to her," he said as he brandished the wig and cap.
Your first instinct was to go with him, but one look at the sincerity in his expression had you nodding your head and stepping back to let him pass you. You remembered him checking in on Kelly earlier that night and you were starting to wonder if maybe he’d done a little bit of growing up since your breakup.
Something in you wanted to go with him, but not to keep him in line. You realized it was because you wanted to be close to him. As much as it pained you to admit it, you missed having him around. It had been almost nice sitting in the backseat with him earlier and having him pressed close to your side.
You hated that Nathan wouldn't be going home with you—that at the end of such a stressful night, he’d have to stay here all by himself, alone in the building with two bodies rotting not too far from where he slept.
You were tempted to offer to let Nathan crash on your couch, but you weren't sure if it was such a good idea. He might have seemed more mature for just a moment, but would it last? Did he really understand why you had broken up with him and why you were so upset about Ruth?
You weren't sure, and for now, that was answer enough for you.
——
“We should rebury the bodies under the foundations of the environmental monitoring station, before they pour in the concrete,” Simon whispered, looking around at everyone. Luckily Sally had pulled Luke off to the side to speak with him about something while the rest of you met to decide what to do with the bodies.
“Wait, so your plan is to bury th’bodies in exactly the same place as before?” Nathan scoffed incredulously. “That’s genius,” he muttered sarcastically.
“You’re right, that’s dead smart,” Kelly agreed as the others nodded as well, Simon grinning, surprised everyone seemed to like his idea.
Nathan gaped at you all as if you were crazy before blowing a raspberry. “Psshh, it’s okay,” he muttered sullenly as you rolled your eyes. You had to admit Simon’s plan didn’t sound half bad. Now all you had to do was figure out how to get the bodies back over there from your hiding spot in the Community Centre. Hopefully Alisha would be able to get her dad’s car for you to use.
Glancing around, you still couldn’t believe Nathan was squatting there at the Community Centre, wondering where exactly he was sleeping. You have more pressing matters to worry about, remember? you told yourself firmly. So what if you’d barely been able to sleep the night before, worrying about him, wracked with guilt and indecision, nearly calling him several times to tell him to just come stay with you. It’s not any of your concern, you reminded yourself.
“Guys, d’you wanna grab a box and follow me?” the volunteer in charge of the donations exclaimed cheerfully as he walked past, box in hand with Luke trailing behind, shooting you a flirty grin.
No one seemed to want to move for a moment, especially Alisha, whose expression suddenly turned stoney and she turned her back on the guy. Had something happened between them? you couldn’t help but wonder, having noticed that she and Curtis seemed to be on the rocks. Shaking the thought from your head, you grabbed a box, hurrying after Luke.
It felt like the rest of your hours dragged on until you were free again, changing into your regular clothes, ansty to get the bodies moved.
“Hey, you doin’ anythin’ after this? Wanna grab a drink or somethin’?” Luke asked, suddenly appearing by your locker and you bit your lip. Of course he’d have to ask you out now, you thought, grimacing before shutting your locker and turning to him.
“I wish I could, really,” you sighed, glaring at Nathan who was heading out of the locker room with Kelly to meet up with the others, his eyes locking on you as he gestured furiously toward the door, no doubt telling you to hurry up.
“I uhm, have… plans,” you muttered reluctantly. Fuck, but you’d much rather be getting a drink with Luke than moving two decaying bodies. “Important plans, or y’know I would totally bail.”
“Oh, really?” Luke asked, frowning slightly. “That’s too bad. Think I could get a rain check?”
“Yeah! Yeah, course!” you exclaimed, perhaps a little too excitedly. “I mean, I’d like that.”
“Good,” Luke answered, grinning. “Maybe later, then. Think I could get your number? So we can… coordinate?”
“Uh, y-yeah,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm as he pulled his mobile out. “Here,” you murmured, taking his phone to enter your number. Moments later, your phone buzzed with a text from him.
“There, now y’have mine too,” he said, winking at you before pushing off your locker and ambling away.
By the time you finally met up with the others outside, Alisha and Curtis were nowhere to be seen. “What’s going on? Where’s Alisha? Did she go t’get her dad’s car?” you asked.
“Oh, lovely of you t’finally join us. Did yeh have a nice little chat with th’new guy?” Nathan exclaimed, his words dripping with sarcasm, and you frowned.
“We have some bad news,” Simon interrupted before you could fire off a comeback and you swung your attention to him. “Alisha’s gone off. We need t’find another way to move the bodies. I was thinking we could use Sally’s car,” he suggested.
“Who’s Sally?” Nathan asked and you, Simon, and Kelly all gaped at him, not bothering to answer as you launched into planning.
Turning invisible, Simon snuck into Sally’s office as the rest of you hauled the bodies down from the storage room, meeting him out by the parking lot.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” Nathan exclaimed urgently, snatching the keys from Simon’s hands to unlock the door and pop the trunk, settling in the driver’s seat as Kelly lifted the boot lid. Working together you managed to lift Gary in before glancing up to watch Nathan idly picking his teeth in the side view mirror.
“D’you wanna give us a hand?” Kelly cried angrily, glaring at him through the mirror.
“I’m th’designated driver,” Nathan argued, sticking his head out the window to watch you. “I gotta be ready t’drive away at a moment’s notice!”
“Nathan,” you groaned, imploring him with your eyes as Kelly growled.
“Help us, you prick!”
Before Nathan could get out of the car, rolling his eyes, you felt Tony’s body lighten in your grasp and you frowned, your eyes widening as you turned your head to find Luke standing between you and Kelly, helping you hoist the body bag, shoving it into the boot as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“Luke!” you cried, your mouth falling open as Simon and Kelly gaped at him, clearly as surprised at his presence as you. Hearing your exclamation, suddenly Nathan was in a hurry to scramble out of the car, nearly slipping as he rounded the corner.
“Th’fuck are you doin’ here, mate?” he demanded as the others seemed to snap out of it.
“Luke! Uhm… y-yeah, what— how—?” Simon faltered quietly while Kelly merely rolled her eyes.
“Oh, c’mon, did yeh really think I wouldn’t figure it out? You lot couldn’t’ve been more obvious if y’tried,” he exclaimed.
“Oh, really?” Nathan countered, propping his hands on his hips. “So what gave it away then, genius?”
“I’m a little curious as well,” you admitted, shutting the trunk.
“Did you really expect me to believe y’had herpes like this prick said?” he asked, raising a cheeky brow at you as he nodded toward Nathan. “Plus, you’ve all just been sneakin’ around this whole time. It wasn’t hard t’figure somethin’ was goin’ on and t’follow you,” he answered with a shrug, and you couldn't help but be thankful that he didn't think you had herpes, at least.
“And you’re just okay with this? Aren’t you even the least bit curious why we’re cartin’ around two bodies?” Kelly asked.
“Figured y’had a good reason,” Luke answered, though it was still a little strange that he just didn’t seem to see anything wrong with it.
Before you could say anything more Luke suddenly tensed, grabbing your arm and hauling you to the other side of the car. “She’s comin’!” he hissed, and you looked past him to see Sally indeed heading your way, digging through her purse, no doubt searching for her keys, which Simon had stolen. Quickly filing behind a line of bins to hide, you peered through the cracks watching as Sally shut the car door.
“You’re th’one with all the big ideas, what d’we do?” Nathan exclaimed, glancing over at Simon.
“Where’s the keys?” Kelly asked.
Seconds later the engine turned over and came to life and you all turned to look at Nathan incredulously while he froze, his adam’s apple bobbing nervously.
“You left the keys in the ignition?” you cried, unable to believe him as Nathan quickly scrambled out from behind the bins to watch Sally drive away.
“Shit!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands above his head and wringing them nervously together as he kept them there.
Back up on the roof of the Community Centre, unsure what else to do, Nathan called Alisha to bring them up to speed as you sat, staring numbly out over the lake.
“Someone left th’keys in the ignition, but there’s no point in naming names at this stage, it’s done now,” Nathan exclaimed, pacing the roof as he spoke. “So the probation worker is driving around with th’stiffs in the boot of her car. Just thought you’d wanna know. Anyway, call me.”
Hanging up he turned around to look at the rest of you as he headed back over. “I left a message,” he explained, sitting down heavily on the bench next to Kelly.
“Well, I guess that’s it. We’re goin’ t’prison,” Nathan sighed, carefully avoiding looking at you before glancing instead at Kelly. “At least you’ll do well, you’ve got the whole bald thing goin’ for yeh, you’re well butch.”
With a growl, Kelly turned to him, punching him in the arm, several times.
“Ow! You hit me a lot!” Nathan cried, holding his arm where she’d hit.
“Yeah well, you’re a dick.” Kelly cried, sharing a disgusted look with you.
“A stupid dick,” Luke added. “I can’t believe y’left the keys in the ignition, man.”
Nathan’s mouth fell open. “I— at least I—“ he cut off, unable to come up with a good comeback before scowling.
“Maybe Sally won’t look in the boot,” Simon offered shakily in an attempt at positivity.
“Oh! Fingers cross, eh?” Nathan replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Could your life get any worse thanks to Nathan Young? It seemed like it could. You could end up in prison.
Grand.
——
“Did any of you get any sleep last night?” Curtis asked as you all met early at the Community Centre, arriving before Sally.
“Barely, I was sick from worrying all night,” you groaned, cracking a yawn as you glanced around at the others, everyone looking as exhausted as you felt.
“You know you coulda called me, right?” Nathan murmured, shuffling closer to your side, his hand brushing yours and you felt your stomach flip.
In fact, you very nearly had called him, stopping yourself before hitting send, instead sending a text to Luke to distract yourself.
Though, what did it mean if your first instinct when needing comfort was to call Nathan?
Shaking your head, you were saved from having to answer when Luke walked in, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets. Pulling his headphones from his head to drape around his neck, he came to stand next to you.
“All right, [y/n]?” he asked. “Did y’get any sleep after our conversation last night?
At Luke’s words, Nathan’s head whipped toward you, his mouth falling open.
“You talked t’him but not me?” he hissed incredulously.
Ignoring him, you answered Luke instead. “A little, but I kept waking up every hour,” you admitted.
“So what’s the plan?” Curtis asked, looking around the room.
“We wait for Sally to return, make sure she hasn’t found the bodies and then we finish the job,” Simon explained wide eyed, just as worried as the rest of you.
“What happens if she already found the bodies?” Alisha asked, her voice wavering slightly.
“They probably would’ve arrested yeh already if that were th’case,” Luke pointed out, his words buoying you slightly.
“Unless they’re waitin’ til we’re all in one place!” Nathan bemoaned, making everyone look even more nervous.
“Why would you even say that?” you demanded, directing a slap at his arm. “That’s not helping!”
“I dunno, it’s made sense!” Nathan replied sullenly, rubbing his arm.
“Okay, she should be here soon,” Kelly pointed out, checking the clock on the wall and you all hurried outside, finding a place to hide behind some bins near Sally’s parking spot. Anxiety clutching you, you didn’t even really seem to notice that Nathan had crouched down next to you, Luke taking your other side.
“Oh shit, there she is,” Alisha whispered as Sally’s car pulled up.
For a moment everyone held a collective breath as the car door opened and Sally stepped out. Grabbing her bag, she shut the door and began to round the car, heading for the Community Centre.
“We did it! She didn’t look in th’boot! We’re not goin’ t’prison!” Nathan exclaimed in a hushed voice and in your elation you didn’t even care that he’d embraced you instinctively, wrapping your arms around him as well until your celebration was cut short.
“She’s gunna find the bodies!” Curtis exclaimed suddenly, looking over. “She’s gunna open the boot and find the bodies.”
“What? How d’you know?” Nathan exclaimed, apparently forgetting about Curtis’s power.
“Because it already—I just know, okay?” Curtis hissed, catching himself before revealing his powers in front of Luke.
To your horror, Curtis seemed to be right, as you watched Sally suddenly stop and sniff the air, wrinkling her nose at the rancid smell coming from the decaying bodies stashed in her car.
“Someone has t’do something! I don’t wanna go t’prison,” you cried under your breath.
A determined look stole across his face and Nathan suddenly planted a kiss to your cheek before jumping to his feet. “I’ll distract her! You guys get th’bodies outta here!”
Before you knew what he was planning, Nathan had already grabbed a piece of brick from the parking lot as he popped out from behind the bins, hurling it straight at Sally’s car without hesitation. You watched as Sally had been about to unlock the boot when the brick made contact with her windscreen, spider webbing the entire surface with cracks, and she instantly abandoned her investigation of the smell, rounding instead on Nathan with murder in her eyes.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?” she screeched as Nathan grinned awkwardly at her.
“It’s just… pure mindless vandalism,” he replied with a shrug, his answer only infuriating Sally more.
“Are you mentally deficient?” she cried, pointing furiously to her head.
“If I were mentally deficient, I woulda missed!” Nathan laughed, gesturing to her car. “Look at that. Bullseye!”
With an angry growl, Sally pulled Nathan toward the Community Centre by the sleeve and you winced, wondering what sort of punishment would get tacked onto his sentence, almost feeling sorry for him, til you remembered it was his fault that Sally drove off with the bodies still in her boot in the first place. Glancing over his shoulder at you, Nathan nodded toward the car and you quickly ushered the others out of hiding and into action.
——
Back at the dumpsite, at least you didn’t have to dig any more, you thought as you helped the others toss the bodies into the trench that was just waiting to be filled with concrete, covering them just enough so they weren’t visible before the construction crew returned.
“Well, that was relatively easy,” Luke exclaimed, dusting off his hands. “Well, once we got past all that other shite,” he added after a sharp look from the others.
“I know this probably isn’t th’best time t’ask this, but… what exactly happened?” he asked, glancing pointedly down at the half buried stiffs.
“Tony… our probation worker… he went crazy and killed Gary, one of th’guys doing community service with us,” you answered, carefully omitting any mention of your powers or the storm. “When he found his body, Tony tried t’kill us too. It was self defense, but who would believe that?”
For a moment you grimaced, glancing up at Luke, wondering if he believed you when he finally nodded.
“Well, shite. I know how that goes,” he muttered, leaving it at that and a relieved breath hissed through your parted lips.
“We should probably watch from a safe distance to make sure there are no more surprises,” Simon suggested and you all agreed, moving out of sight to watch the concrete get poured.
“What an excitin’ start t’the day, huh?” Luke asked as he leaned next to you, his gaze flicking over.
“Yeah, no shit,” you agreed, relief filling you. After the adrenaline that had flooded your system earlier, you felt rather shaky now, your nerves shot after all that plus a whole night spent worrying.
Pulling a joint from an inner pocket of his jacket, Luke slipped it to you, and you gratefully placed it between your lips, letting him light it for you, the first inhale already calming you. Offering a hit to Luke, your fingers brushed his as he took the joint, stirring up a fluttering in your stomach as he grinned at you.
“Why’d y’help us?” you asked as you watched him take a long drag, lazily letting the smoke trail from his mouth. Fuck, that’s hot. “This wasn’t your mess t’clean up. Why get involved?” you couldn’t help but wonder. After all, Luke didn’t exactly seem like the selfless type.
Luke thought for a moment, his lips twitching impishly, handing you back the joint. “Would y’be impressed if I spouted some lofty heroic bullshit?” he asked, cocking a thick eyebrow at you.
“Honestly? No. Besides, I wouldn’t believe it if y’did,” you admitted, leaning back against the wall next to him and Luke shrugged.
“Alright, fair,” he chuckled. “Honestly, I wasn’t lyin’ when I said maybe community service wouldn’t be so bad with you around. And my chances with yeh would seriously decline if y’went t’prison, now wouldn’t they?” he pointed out, eyeing you appraisingly.
“Y’mean you wouldn’t wait for me?” you teased, flicking the line of ash from the end of the joint.
“Sorry, doll, we just met. I’m not ready for that kinda commitment,” Luke laughed, spreading his hands apologetically. “Seriously though,” he continued, his expression sobering. “I’ve been t’prison, albeit briefly, pretty thing like you shouldn’t ever be locked up like that.”
Frowning at his words, you couldn’t help but wonder what he could have possibly been in prison for, even if it was only a short stint.
“So, uh, you and… what’s his name seem pretty close,” Luke exclaimed nonchalantly, almost more of a question than an observation, changing the subject before you could work up the courage to ask him more.
“Oh… Nathan?” you supplied with a twist of your lips. “No, we’re not close, at all. He’s a prick,” you muttered, not exactly keen on divulging your dating history at the moment, especially with the new guy you may or may not have a bit of a crush on. In fact, you didn’t wanna even think about Nathan Young right then.
“Let’s not talk about him,” you continued hastily, taking another long hit before handing the blunt back to Luke.
“Gladly.” Luke grinned as you turned to head back to the Community Centre.
——
"So, I figure you should be grateful," Nathan said as he sidled up to you. Apparently, Sally had given him a dressing down after he threw the brick that smashed the front windshield of her car. He said he had to promise to pay to replace it before she would let him go.
"Oh? And why's that?"
"Well, the way I see it, I'm the only reason you're not sittin' in jail right now. I totally saved your ass with my quick thinkin’. Don't you think that means I should be rewarded or somethin'?"
You rolled your eyes before shaking your head. You couldn't believe that you had actually thought Nathan had matured just because he showed a little bit of compassion towards Kelly. He was the same as ever. "If you hadn't left Sally's keys in her car, then she never would've driven away with the bodies in the first place. I should be thanking Luke for helping us out when he didn't even have to," you pointed out.
Nathan's face scrunched up in annoyance. "That prick? All he did was help you shove a body in the boot of Sally's car. I could've done that too!"
"But you didn't," you pointed out. "You stayed in the driver's seat and only got out once Luke showed up. Face it, Nathan. You got yourself out of your own mess, but we wouldn't have all lost sleep last night if it wasn't for you. Maybe next time don't leave the keys in the car, yeah?"
You hated being so harsh with him, but Nathan couldn't just swoop in and claim that he had saved the day when he was only fixing the problem he created in the first place. Maybe he hadn't grown up all that much after all.
"Oh, c’mon!" Nathan exclaimed as you started walking away. "I'm sorry, alright? Is that what you want t’hear?"
"Too little, too late," you muttered to yourself, not bothering to turn back and look at him.
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Hey steph!! This might be a specific ask but could u like recommend me some fic thats like slow burn, unresolved sexual tension, and some bottomlock. And please please please let it be long so that it hits the sweet spot of satisfying your fic needs but also not stupidly long. Also I love your blog
Hi Lovely!!
AHHHH I’m glad you enjoy!! I try my best, LOL.
AHH I’ve SO MANY slow burn fics, it’s ridiculous, and I do have separate lists for bottomlock, so I can direct you to those.... BUT I DON’T HAVE A LIST FOR MY U.S.T. FICS YES. So can I do that??? Please??? ANY EXCUSE TO START A NEW LIST :| Hee hee. Forgive me???
AND as per usual, all my fics are in word-count order, so you can start at the bottom and work your way up, hee hee. CHEERS!
As usual, add your own, friends!!
First, here’s the lists you asked for:
Love Confessions / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. (Fluff Version)
Falling In Love / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. || [MOBILE POST] (April 2019)
Platonics & Domestics Pt 2 / Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 3 / Tooth-Rotting Fluff Pt. 5 / Love Confessions, Slow Burn & Dev. Rel. Pt. 2 / Established Relationship Pt. 3
Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. / Falling in Love Pt. 3 (Nov. 2019)
Slow Burn / Dev Rel. Pt. 4 (Apr 2020)
Bottomlock (April 2019)
Bottomlock Pt 2
And now, check out my UST/URT list :)
UNRESOLVED SEXUAL / ROMANTIC TENSION
The Other Shoe by thewaitwasworthitlove - (NR, 1,053 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Angst, URT, Post-TSo3) - Sherlock realizes how deep in love he has fallen for John. Only Sherlock Holmes would manage to be more shattered than crystal dropped on concrete.
Clarity by socomessnow (thoughtfulwishing) (NR, 1,283 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Tarmac Scene, Stream of Consciousness, URT, First Person Present Tense, Implied/Referenced Drug Use) - During-and-post-HLV piece tracking Sherlock’s thought process from his phone call with Mycroft to his return to the airfield. Part 1 of Rifts
Untouchable by greengrapegaze (T, 1,368 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-S3, UST/URT, Oblivious John, Lonely Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Emotional Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – “He never would. Petty, childish, immature-bitter. Jealous. She had all that he wanted. All he could never have.” Part 1 of Steps to a Bittersweet Symphony
Love Hurts by Grac3 (T, 2,215 w., 1 Ch. || Magical Realism, Pining Sherlock, One-Sided Pining / URT, Sherlock / John Whump, Angst, Ambiguous Ending) – In a world where someone's physical injuries manifest themselves on the person who is in love with them, John didn't think that there would ever be anyone who was willing to risk falling in love with him - until he got shot on a case, and it didn't hurt. Unrequited Johnlock.
The Dance Lesson by bittergreens (G, 4,596 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Missing Scene, Dancing, Pining Sherlock, URT/UST, Romance, Angst, POV John) – Sherlock teaches John to dip. Part 1 of Goodnight, Vienna
There's Something Living in These Lines by teahigh (orphan_account) (M, 4,676 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, Love Letters, Angst, Mutual Pining, UST / URT, Dirty Talk) – Two men, complete opposites in almost every way, who speak only in letters and pages torn from books.
You Can't Always Get What You Want by hubblegleeflower (E, 4,804 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Sexual Tension, UST / RST, First Time) – John wants. He always has, but now that he's living with Sherlock again, it's all he can do to hold it back. And Sherlock isn't helping...
Wasted Hours by songlin (E, 4,973 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || O!John/A!Sherlock, Pining, UST, Angst & Porn) – John is respectful. John keeps his distance. He doesn’t look at Sherlock when Sherlock decides trousers are for dull people. He doesn’t breathe in and savor it when Sherlock flings himself onto the couch first thing in the morning, wafting alpha scent, dressing gown settling around him in a cloud of blue silk. He doesn’t linger when he’s piecing Sherlock back together after a fight, even though he’s half-dressed and beautiful and right there. He can ignore it. He can control it.
Captain John Watson, Genetics, and Other Crazy Things by cyerus (M, 5,581 w., 1 Ch. || Torchwood Crossover || Humour / Crack, Jealous Sherlock, Sexual Magnet John, Captain John, UST / RST, Three Continents Watson) – The explanation for John "Three Continents" Watson? Jack Harkness is his father. Sherlock doesn't know whether he's going to die from jealousy or sexual frustration first.
No Light, No Light (in your bright blue eyes) by orphan_account (G, 5,915 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Pining, Songfic, Mutual Unrequited Love, Unresolved Tension, UST/URT) – Relates to both Sherlock's and John's feelings for each other and highlights select moments of hurt and inner turmoil starting from right before the fall all the way to HLV.
Drawstring by May_Shepard (E, 7,412 w., 1 Ch. || Post S3/TAB, Friends to Lovers, UST/RST, Fluff and Smut, Post-TAB, John POV, Sherlock’s Pyjamas, Rimming, Wanking) – John is bothered by Sherlock’s slowly-falling jim-jams… as in hot and bothered and he is trying to deal with a sexy dishevelled Sherlock while also keeping his pining in check.
High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, 7,429 w., 1 Ch. || Jealous John, Miscommunications / Misunderstandings, First Kiss / Time, BAMF John, Insecure Sherlock, Clueless Sherlock, POV John, Embarrassed John, Adorable Sherlock, Junk Size, UST / RST) – John pressed the knuckle of his index finger against his mouth and sighed. “So, you're coiled like a spring and ready to be ... sprung?” “If you want to be pedestrian about it, yes.” “Like I said, you should do something about that.” “And like I said, pedestrian. What would you have me do? Take up jogging? Yoga? Oh! Unless you mean –” “I don't mean anything. Let’s drop it.”
Alone On the Water by Mad_Lori (G, 7,725 w., 1 Ch. || MCD, UST/URT, Angst, Euthanasia, Love Confessions) – Sherlock Holmes never expected to live a long life, but he never imagined that it would end like this.
All the Times Something ALMOST Happened by allonsys_girl (T, 9,049 w., 6 Ch. || POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Canon Compliant, Angst, Friendship/Love, UST) – John and Sherlock dancing around what they dance around in canon.
Someone I Love by hudders-and-hiddles (M, 10,002 w., 2 Ch. || Canon Compliant, HLV-Filler Fic, Pre-Slash, Jealous John, PIning Sherlock, Angst & Fluff, UST/URT, Dog Tags) – John gets married and Sherlock finds comfort in wearing John's identity tags around his wrist.
Ravish Me by amalnahurriyeh (E, 10,025 w., 1 Ch. || UST / RST, Makeup / Lipstick, Sympathetic Sally, Experiments, Pining John, First Kiss, Face Fucking / BJ’s, Cuddling) – Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.
Their Great Reward by BeautifulFiction (T, 10,095 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Fluff) – Boxing day, in John's opinions, is the worst day of the year. Christmas is over, the tree is wilting and stripped of gifts, and there's a week of dead-time until the clean slate of the new year. However the combination of a blizzard, a power-cut and Sherlock might just make it a day to remember.
The Five Stages of Mourning, Plus One by SunnyRea (T, 10,557 w., 1 Ch. || MCD, Pining / Grieving Sherlock, URT, Heavy Angst, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Drug Use, Graphic Death, Depression, Unhappy Ending) – Sherlock did not want this, did not want another stalemate with John in the middle, a gun in Jim's hand. This cannot have happened without a sign. There has to be something he missed anything which said today is the day I kill for real.
Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by cypress_tree (E, 10,669 w., 1 Ch. || UST/RST, For an Experiment) – John helps Sherlock with an experiment: for an entire month, they are not allowed to touch each other and must remain at least one metre apart at all times.
I'm content as we are (but) by inqui (The_Circus) (E, 13,086 w., 1 Ch. || Jealous John, UST/RST, Pining, Victor Trevor, Minor Whump, First Kiss / Time, Misunderstandings) – In which John Watson sees something unusual, becomes jealous, and makes too much of a small thing as an old friend of Sherlock's shows up in the middle of a case.
Say For Me, Love by MirabileLectu (T, 13,147 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Drama, Pining John, Victor Trevor) – If you had asked John this morning what the result of his quiet afternoon at home would be, discovering a truth about Sherlock's past startling enough to shift the foundations of their friendship would not have been his first guess. So naturally, that was what was bound to happen.
Barricade by stitchy (M, 14,127 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fix It, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Happy Ending, UST, Mary’s Not Nice, First Time, Pining Sherlock, Time Skip Filler, Drunkenness) – Sherlock has been struggling to keep his feelings at bay for everyone's sake. Part 1 of Barricade
Second Chance by SilentAuror (E, 15,816 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, Post-Divorce, Friends to Lovers, UST, Romance) – Now that John's divorce has gone through and the dust is settling, Sherlock thinks that he would very much like to see if there is any possibility of moving their friendship in another direction. The only thing is, he has no idea how to go about doing that...
Anytime by SilentAuror (E, 17,995 w., 1 Ch. || UST, Porn With Feels, POV Sherlock, Romance, UST/URT, Happy Ending, Drunken Endeavours) – Sherlock blinks and attempts to focus. There is a little too much vodka in his veins at the moment and it’s having an unfortunate effect on his brain and retinas both. There are two Johns sitting across from him, and both of them are frowning at him. “You’re drunk,” the Johns tell him. Sherlock blinks some more. “Says the man with Mrs Hudson’s doily on his head.”
John Watson doesn't have a Boyfriend by naughtyspirit (E, 18,932 w., 7 Ch. || UST / URT, Fluff & Smut, Voyeurism, Masturbation) – John's date has gone very well. Sherlock requires tea. John wishes he hadn't resolved that their relationship was strictly hands off and isn't about to address it. Unless he has to. Smut, fluff and shower time for a naked John Watson.
For you, there's only me by shock_blanket (E, 19,557 w., 7 Ch. || Jealous Idiots, Virgin Sherlock, UST/RST, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss / Time, Insecure Sherlock, Masturbation) – Sherlock realizes he has fallen in love with John, but believes he is unlovable. Cue lots of pining and jealousy on Sherlock's part, followed by our favorite cuddly marksman making it all better. Because for Sherlock, there's only John.
Love Is by SilentAuror (E, 21,508 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, UST / URT, Post HLV, Romance) – At Mrs Hudson’s urging, Sherlock finally decides to tell John how he feels about him. Part 1 of Love Is
Brief Conversations with the Woman by May_Shepard (E, 21,906 w., 20 Ch. || Pining, Love Fairy Irene, Filler Fic, UST/URT, Drug Use, Clueless Sherlock, Relationship Advice, Angst w/ Happy Ending) – Sherlock has a puzzle to solve, and his name is John Watson.
Sonatina in G Minor by SilentAuror (E, 22,574 w., 1 Ch. || Case Fic, POV Sherlock, Angst, UST, Sherlock’s Violin, Post-S3, Romance) – John has come back to Baker Street, but Sherlock doesn't understand the strange tension between them, even after he begins teaching John to play the violin at John's request.
Knotted by naughtyspirit (E, 23,166 w., 4 Ch. || UST/URT, Cuddling, Sharing Body Heat, Confessions, Kissing, Masturbation, Frustration, BAMF!John) – John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock's case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape. They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them. Because he's pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.
Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w., 9 Ch. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.
That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts (E, 35,353 w., 7 Ch. || Humour and Angst, Post-TRF, Fake Relationship, UST / RST, Friends to Lovers, Jealous John) – Victor Trevor is in town, and nobody's happy.
The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E, 44,025 w., 6 Ch. || Five and Ones, Post-TRF, Case Fic, UST, Homophobia, Friends to Lovers, Pining John, Showering Together, Couple for a Case, Sherlock’s Bum, Fantasies, Jealous Sherlock) – Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants in the course of a case.
Wars We Fought, Things We're Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w., 10 Ch. || Post S3 / Post TAB, Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST/URT, 3G, Mild Peril, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case, Protective Mycroft, Infant Death Pre-Story, Friends to Lovers) – Five months after John's world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.
A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space
The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w., 23 Ch. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJ’s, First Kiss / Time) – Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school's Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse
A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?
The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.
Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E, 151,907 w., 19 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Gay Bar / For a Case, Drugs, Pining, Case Fic, UST) – When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate's charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim?
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you deserve to feel good all the time (sally mckenna x reader)
for anon who requested: “oh okay so me and my overactive imagination have a new autistic reader idea 😅what about reader and her parent(s) goes to Hotel Cortez. her parent(s) aren’t the best, maybe they’re kind of abusive and don’t accept reader because she’s autistic. well, Countess ends up feeding on her parent(s) so reader is left alone. reader finds out and maybe has a meltdown, but Sally is there and surprisingly knows a lot about autism so she’s able to calm reader down and help her through it. reader has to either stay at the hotel or go live somewhere else because her parent(s) were all she had so Sally makes the decision to have reader stay at the hotel and take care of her because obviously she would do a better job than Countess because Sally knows more about how to help someone who’s autistic. and reader ends up bonding with Sally too because of how accepting she was and her parents were never like that. i know this is super specific and you don’t have to do it, but i thought i would share in case you were willing to do it. 😊”
so yeah basically that’s the summary ^^ also this is kind of an AU because the timeline I’m using does not line up with the show at all lol.
Trigger Warnings for meltdowns, death, ableism and mentions of sally’s drug addiction
I myself am autistic (at least according to my therapist) and a lot of these reactions/experiences that the reader has related to her autism are my own or close to my own. Hopefully I do this request justice and do a good job and don’t oversimplify anything.
You ran through the hotel, searching for your parents, but they were nowhere in sight.
Breathe, you thought to yourself, don’t break down, they’re probably just out getting food or something and didn’t want you bothering them. You just have a couple hours of freedom, you can let yourself enjoy it.
You tried to enjoy the few hours you got to yourself without your parents. Without them mocking the way you talk or walk or move your hands, without them grabbing you with full knowledge of how uncomfortable it makes you. No cracks about how you had to leave college because you “can’t take care of yourself”.
The first words your dad said after you checked into the hotel were “God, it would be so much easier if we had a normal kid, wouldn’t it?”
As if you didn’t have feelings. As if you weren’t a human being who could fucking hear them.
It was 4pm. Your parents didn’t come back.
6pm. Nothing.
10. No sign of them. Neither one answering their phones. Maybe they’re finally abandoning you the way they’ve threatened to for ages.
Midnight. Still nothing.
2am and you started looking again. You couldn’t find anything.
What happened?
You started to panic and could feel a full-on meltdown coming on.
You tried to be still and silent, but it proved impossible. You began to cry and cry uncontrollably, rocking and hitting your head, unable to stop. You felt like your life was ending.
Two women showed up beside you. One was older and appeared to be the manager of the hotel, the other was a bit younger, with crimped blond hair and heavy makeup. You barely noticed either of them, however.
The older one touched your back and you screamed. You hated when people touched your back.
“Hey, do you want to take my hand, honey? It’ll be alright, I promise.” said the blonde woman. You obeyed her.
“Wh-Who are you? Where are my parents? Do you know?”
“Your parents... died. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. It was The Countess..” said the older woman.
You couldn’t speak, but you had about a billion questions for the two women. For example, Who the fuck is The Countess?
“You don’t need to speak. Just breathe, okay? In and out, good. Good girl. I’m Sally, by the way. This is Iris. You’re gonna be okay, I promise. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.”
You waved, not knowing what to do, completely overwhelmed.
“You know what, it’s late. I’m gonna take her back to my room and have her rest. We’ll deal with the rest of this shit tomorrow when she can talk and isn’t so clearly exhausted,” said Sally.
“I-I.....can..... talk. It’s...okay.” you said, each word making you more spaced out and tired.
“No. You’ve been through too much. I’m taking you up to my room and you’re gonna rest. You don’t have to speak or do anything you don’t want to do.”
You followed Sally, so scared and tired and in need of some damn sleep.
“You’re safe with me. I promise. Here’s, um, the bed. Get some sleep. I’ll be right here if you need anything. The Countess doesn’t want to hurt you either, I think she wanted to- it doesn’t matter now.”
“Who is... The C-Countess?”
“It’s a long story and you likely won’t believe me until you meet her. But it’s alright, you’re safe. I’ll protect you. Can I come over there and hold you?”
You nodded. Sally got on her bed next to you and put an arm around you. You winced as she touched your upper back.
“You don’t like when people touch you there, do you?”
You shook your head no, and she put your arms around your waist instead.
“Thank you.”
“Hey, I understand.”
Sally made you feel more comfortable speaking and you said,
“My parents didn’t understand that. They used to touch me there as much as they could, just to upset me. They laughed at me trying to keep my wet hair off my back when I took a shower. They thought it was funny.”
“What does that feel like to you?”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t, like, hurt, but it’s terrible, it makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.”
“Aw, honey...”
“It’s dumb, I’m sorry I’m so sensitive.”
“Hey, no, don’t apologize. You know, you remind me of my baby sister. I loved that girl so much when we were growin’ up. I practically raised her. So God only knows how she turned out as good as she did. Our parents were terrible, they were never there. She was the only one who stayed with me. Until she didn’t.”
“What happened to her?”
“It was all my fault, really. I put her in danger. I sold drugs in the 90s, and I started using when we were living together. She was in school, and I had to find her somewhere safer to live. So I did. She’s okay, very successful actually, and she’s still alive. I’m the one who died young. I miss her.”
“You... died? What? I’m sorry, you-”
“Yes. I’m a ghost, The Countess is a vampire, I think Iris might also be a vampire now too? I don’t know. I know you think I’m crazy now but trust me.”
Sally saw your look of disbelief, then held out her hand and said, “Watch.”
As she spoke her fingers began to disappear and reappear.
“What-”
“I’m a ghost. I can alter the way I’m seen by others, if I want to. I’m surprised other ghosts don’t do it more often really. One time I scared some kid by making all my teeth fall out. It was awesome. I didn’t wanna scare you though. I like you.”
“Thanks?”
“Sorry, I-”
“No, it’s- um, how did you die?”
“Iris fuckin’ pushed me out the window.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“What was your sister like?”
“She was the best. Sweet, talented, sensitive. But people didn’t understand her. I did, though. At least best I could. We only had each other. Our parents didn’t care, the kids at school bullied her relentlessly. I had to protect her. She sometimes had meltdowns like the one you had earlier too-”
“I’m sorry-”
“No! It’s not your fault! You were terrified. Anyone would be. It was pretty intense though, I was worried.”
“Was your sister autistic like me?”
“She was. We didn’t know for sure until after she stopped living with me, but we both kinda knew.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, it’s almost four in the morning, you really gotta get some sleep. Come here.”
You did, and you fell asleep in Sally’s arms.
When you woke up, Sally was still there, as well as another woman, blonde and glamorous. They were arguing.
“What do I do then if you don’t want me to turn her? Kill her-”
“Please don’t hurt her, I can- she-”
Sally noticed you were awake, and saw your scared face.
“It’s okay, no one’s gonna hurt you. I’ll protect you.”
The blonde woman who you assumed was The Countess approached you.
“Do you have anywhere to go?”
You shook your head no. Sally spoke up for you, intuiting that you must be stressed.
“She can stay with me. I’ll make sure she’s safe. She won’t bother you or anything. She’s sweet and quiet and-”
“Sally, it’s okay. You want her, you keep her.” said The Countess.
“Alright. Thanks. Can you get out of my room now? You’re freaking her out.”
She left without saying a word.
“I’m sorry about that, (y/n). You’re safe here. You can stay as long as you need to. I’ll be here. This is a dangerous place but I’ll make sure you’re safe, alright?”
“Okay.”
You still felt sad. Not about staying with Sally, you liked her, but about the way The Countess talked about you. The way your parents talked about you.
“Hey. I just want you to know that I don’t see you as some kind of pet or anything. I know that’s what you’re thinking, that’s how people treated my sister sometimes too. It was awful. No, I just want- I just want you to be okay. I want someone to spend time with. it’s awful lonely being a ghost, but I thought maybe if-”
“I understand, Sally. I like you a lot, and I want to stay here. It’s just sad the way most people see me.”
“It isn’t your fault, you know. I need you to know that.”
“I do. You make it easier to feel okay because you’re so nice to me.”
“I’m glad. You deserve to feel good all the time.”
You started to tear up a bit. No one had ever said that to you before. You were always expected to make yourself uncomfortable, speak when you didn’t want to, shut up when you wanted to talk, wear clothes that pinched, let people touch you when it made your skin crawl, and you were still made fun of because still, somehow, none of it was enough. But with Sally you didn’t have to do any of that, and yet you still felt loved by her in a way that you never have been before.
“Aw, hey, don’t cry. You’ll be okay. I’m gonna make sure of it. I can’t actually leave the hotel, but I can make sure you get everything you need. Are you a picky eater by any chance?”
“A little bit, but not as much as I used to be.”
“Alright. And you’re good on clothes?”
“I think so.”
“Good. I’ve gotta say, I’m excited. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a real connection to anyone here.”
“You really feel a connection with me?”
“Yes, honey, I do. Do you.... feel the same way?” Sally asked you. She said it as if she was worried you may say no.
“I do, Sally. I really do. I know how it feels to be lonely like you are. It’s how I’ve felt my whole life. Maybe... I...”
“Maybe you’ll learn to love it here. Once you’re comfortable I’ll introduce you to the other ghosts. They’re annoying, but we’re still a family or whatever it is they call it. They’ll like you. I promise.”
You spent the rest of the day in Sally’s room with her, barely talking, not really even needing to talk. She was the one who broke the silence by telling you
“I like this. Just being here.”
“Me too.”
“I want to kiss you. Can I?”
“Yes.”
You had never been kissed before, but you let Sally be your first. You felt so... loved by her as she kissed you and held you lightly by your waist.
You stayed in the hotel with Sally, and it quickly felt more like home than anywhere else you’ve ever lived. You became a part of the family, and you and Sally fell deeper in love. Sally protected you, knowing the dangers of the hotel, and made sure you felt okay. Your meltdowns became far less frequent as you were no longer being forced to be someone you weren’t.
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Fic Writer Questions! (you can find me here on AO3 if you're interested!)
tagged by dear @theburialofstrawberries mwah!
1) How many works do you have on AO3?
112 yowza!
2) What’s your total AO3 word count?
750,421 kinda tempted to go delete one word so it can be 750420 which is a far more Pleasing number
3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
12ish but some of them overlap: BBCS/Sherlock Holmes/ACD (these are all different bc my bbcs fics are not the same as my own modern fem Sherlock Holmes adaptation are not the same as my ACD Holmes fic; Good Omens; Harry Potter/The Werewolf Draco Malfoy Cinematic Universe; Captive Prince; The Hobbit; Fleabag (it was a crossover with BBCS but Fleabag is the perspective character so it still counts as a separate fandom imo); Doctor Who; The Office; Parks and Rec; Broad City (one a piece for those last 5 but I AM going to write a Parks and Rec polycule fic for @gaykagome)
4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
They're all Good Omens fics from the 2019 Summer of Good Omens! Susceptible to Summer, Fragments Shored Against My Ruin, Something So Magic, Enter Serpent, and Anything We Like
All of those have over 2k except the last one, but average engagement for me is like 400 kudos or so
5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I try! It depends on what's going on with me. Sometimes I just don't have the energy, and I figure people would rather I spend my brain power on writing new fics than on writing replies to comments. Wish I had a fave button tho so I could let people know I read and reread comments, because I do!
6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Oh I wrote this ficlet series called A Chemical Defect about John and Sherlock's relationship in s3 of BBCS, and it's WILDLY unpopular. People don't read my fic to cry sad tears I guess! John and Sherlock are having an affair in the story, and it ends with the implication that their relationship is unsustainable and that Mary knows about it anyway. I intended to come back to it after s4 and write a more optimistic ending but LOL! Didn't have the heart.
7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
I know this answer is kinda up my own ass, but like. I think stories that feel true to life sort of feel like they end on a beginning if you know what I mean? You don't really consider a chapter of your life closed until you look back on it from the next? SO that said, I think I'd have to say that it's my big BBCS serial The Only One in the World. I spent 2 years writing it, and it ends with John retiring from medicine to solve crimes and write books full time.
Could also be my WDMCU (werewolf Draco Malfoy cinematic universe) series Moonrise, which starts with Draco isolated in his abusive mother's house, trying to cope with lycanthropy essentially alone and ends with him in love and surrounded by found family in a cozy cottage in Hogsmeade, having gotten some lycanthrope rights legislation passed after working at it for years and talking to Harry about whether they want to have kids. Oh man I feel warm and fuzzy just thinking about it
8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?
I have written one crossover. It's BBCS/Fleabag, because me and @loudest-subtext-in-tv were laughing about how John seems like one of the horrible guys Fleabag sleeps with basically out of self loathing, so I wrote this fic to make Nattie laugh, and you should read it bc it's so good and so underrated.
9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Not really, but people don't seem to know that authors can read bookmark tags unless you private the bookmark, and someone once put in the bookmark tag on one of my fics 'writing was meh but it was okay.' Okay so why bookmark it then??
10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Fuck yes! I'm not sure what 'what kind?' means? People fucking? Sloppy, silly, and awkward, with lots of laughing. I also really like writing afterglow scenes which are even sillier and gigglier and often involve one character cooking for another. Food as love language is a very distinct pattern of mine tbh
11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of, but occasionally I'll write a post on here where I make some elaborate head canon, and I'll see people in the tags talking about how they want to write fic of it, and it makes me breathe fire out of my nose like a dragon like PLEASE DON'T. The WDMCU came out of a ficlet post I made on here like a year before I actually wrote the 60k series so like!!! Please don't do that!
12) Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! To Russian and I believe Chinese. Not my entire oeuvre but a handful of BBCS and Good Omens fics
13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, but I wrote a fic inspired by an RP I did with my gf right around when we met (actually now that I think about it, it's two fics), and I waaaaaaanna do a WDMCU collab with my beloved Sally @clytemenestras at some point if he has time bc he inspired me to even write werewolf draco with his original lesbian werewolf story
14) What’s your all time favorite ship?
favorites are hard for me? I always think I'm currently doing my best writing lol so I'll say drarry
15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
I don't post fics unless theyre finished, so I don't have any WIP up on AO3, but I did intend to continue with my fem Sherlock Holmes series, Your Many Tendencies. I just haven't been in a Holmes mood for a long time. Maybe I'll come back to it idk. This particular series is honestly very unpopular? People will just straight up say they don't read femslash, and it hurts a lot. This series feels really personal too, bc it's about a Black autistic nonbinary lesbian, so it does hurt my feelings that no one seems to care, yknow? I mean the people who read it are extremely kind and thoughtful in their engagement with it, but it has vastly less engagement than my m/m fic, and that's painful. It gets literally 1/10 the attention my fics usually get.
16) What are your writing strengths?
Almost all of my writing is romance, but I tend to write concurrently about recovery and found family, and I think I'm very good at doing that in a way that connects with my audience. I once had someone ask if they could use my words in their wedding vows, and I've had people tell me they started doing things with their spouse that my characters do with their partners in order to express love. I think about that all the time. My Impact. It makes me feel like I have a real duty to my audience yknow?
17) What are your writing weaknesses?
This question is hard for me like I've been writing so long and so much that I'm literally always happy with my final draft! It's always exactly to my taste, yknow? I suppose I could say that my fics tend not to be terribly plotty but so WHAT? That's beside the fuckn point for me. Plot who? I don't know Her. Also honestly like. Stories feel more True to me when they aren't ruthlessly devoted to plot bc like life isn't like that yknow?
18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
If you're not fluent in that language, get a beta who is!!!!! That said, I have written scraps of very simple dialogue in French using mostly Google Translate (sometimes I check w Sally bc he speaks French but I am usually too impatient), and I am perfectly well aware that I take my life in my hands each time!!! Also don't do that bullshit thing where it's in italics? That shit is weird and exoticizing. Just write it in quotation marks like normal dialogue.
19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?
BBCS babey back in 2012. Ended a 5 year dry spell for me after I got my writing degree.
20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Hmmmm I think it's probably gonna be the fic I'm working on now that I haven't posted yet, but I know it's called Names for a House, and here's a tiny bit of it
Thanks again Shreya for asking me to do this bc I really love talking about myself. I tag @the-moon-loves-the-sea, @clytemenestras, @tomiano, @gaykagome and @totallysilvergirl
No pressure <3
#sherlock stuff#ask games#apliddell#if y'all wanna send me asks about names for a house#or anything else i mentioned here#they would be welcome
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Information on Amy.
(Be warned it's a ~little bit~ long, any other pieces of information you want to know I'll gladly answer if you ask.)
~General Information~
Fandom: Toy Story.
Name: Amy the Ragdoll.
Nickname, if any: Amy, Ames, and Doll-Face(usually by more villainous characters or used in a joking manner).
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: ??? (I mean I know the gender of who she has a crush on, but I'm unsure on what her actual sexuality should be tbh)
Age: Mentally, mid-twenties in the first story second movie, thirties to forties in the third and fourth. Physically, she doesn’t have an age, but in regards to when she was made (the 1950’s) makes her fifty to sixty.
City they currently live in: San Francisco, apparently that’s where Toy Story takes place.
Any pets: Would Rex count? He just follows her around like a nervous puppy.
Current occupation: I mean she’s practically a therapist, but she’s a toy and she only treats Rex so it probably doesn’t count lol
~Physical Appearance~
Height: 10 inches.
Body type: Stocky, but a bit gangly too, similar to Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas.
Eye colour: Black.
Skin tone: Light.
Clothing style: Pale green/turquoise shirt with short puffed sleeves, with a denim dungaree dress with a daisy print in the centre over it. She wears yellow rain boots.
Hairstyle: No style, it’s just there. It’s messy and gets in her face easily and is made out of dark brown thin string.
~Speech/Language/Communication~
Amy speaks quietly and politely, rambles a bit if left without a reply or under pressure, very nervous in front of intimidating characters.
First language: English.
Learned languages: A bit of Spanish (Ya’ll remember Toy Story 3!)
Accent: American.
Pitch of voice: High, but soft, not quite annoying, unless she’s stressed, then it gets very pitchy and shrill.
~Behaviour/Habits~
Amy tends to just stand there when she can’t find anything to do, and will immediately try to find Rex, Hamm, Buzz or Jessie if surrounded by strangers (Though she’s not sure if it’s for their comfort or her own) Amy is very polite.
Spending habits: She doesn’t like to be made a fuss of at all, the very fact of someone giving something to her is unnerving (even if the thing never costed anything at all) and she feels compelled to give the giver something in return.
Morning routine: She gets up same time as the others, but wishes she could stay in bed a bit longer though. Before she came to Andy’s room, her sleep pattern was all over the place.
Bedtime routine: Similar to above, now she goes to bed the same time as the others, but before she just slept and got up willy-nilly.
Nervous habits: Amy will try to find Rex if she’s nervous, and she’ll pretend it’s because she’s worried for him, which is quite true, but she also just feels most safe with him. Speaking of, Amy will let Rex hold her hand and squish it whenever he or Amy is nervous, it’s calming to the both of them.
Bad habits: Not a very good exerciser, but then again, she’s spend basically half her life in a small attic, so I’ll give her a break.
Skills/talents: She’ very logical, mind-over-matter, (mostly, very good at calming others down and/or convincing them. She’s very good at spelling and knows quite a lot of words, some of which others haven’t even heard of.
Hobbies: Reading, talking (especially with Rex, Jessie or Hamm), and generally just lazing about or walking around somewhere, on her own or with a friend.
~The Past~
Amy’s first owner was a little girl called Alice. Alice loved nothing more than to read Amy stories (Mostly fairy tales), but of course, Alice grew up like all kids do, and she left Amy in the attic for someone else to have her.
Amy waited for many years, and all that time she’d never given up that someone would find her.
She thought she’s hit the jackpot when Andy and his family move into Alice’s old house, but they don’t go up into the attic to collect her. Some weeks later, though, Andy’s mother brings a set of boxes filled with junk into the attic and leaves. Woody, Buzz, Slinky, and Rex were trapped in one of the boxes (Call me a cheater but this part was actually inspired by a Toy Story comic, where those four toys get stuck in the attic that way and have to escape. It struck me odd that they never met at least one new friend there, so I made one. It was also my first story, I needed some inspiration!)
Amy, in a fit of panic, goes and hides.
But then she’s found by Rex as he and the others try to find a way out.
They then decide to let the strange, dust-covered ragdoll come back to Andy’s rom with them. (well, Rex did, anyway.)
Home town: Would Alice’s old room count? But it’s now Andy’s Room, so it won’t count will it?
Happy or sad childhood: Pretty normal to be honest, as normal a life as a toy could have anyway. And as for sadness, having spent all that time on her own for all those years, having missed out on so much, is a little sad. But Amy made sure she never became bitter over it or used it as an excuse for anything.
Earliest memory: Waking up in her toy store, with a friend of hers for company (a ragdoll Prospector, a much as she remembers) and as she gets bought by Alice’s Auntie, she says she hopes he gets picked up by a kid. (Unbeknownst to her, she would meet him again in a while to find out he never got to experience it)
Saddest memory: One, being left by Alice, yet being so happy for her and how much she’s grown up, if she could cry tears of joy for her owner, she would. Two, some (or most) of the days she spent waiting for a new owner to arrive. And three, watching Rex have a mental breakdown of anxiety.
Happiest memory: One, the time she and Alice went to the park, (Amy absolutely adores nature) Two after sliding down a drainpipe to get to Andy’s room, and three, having known she’d helped her friend out.
Significant events: Being bought, being left in an attic, being rescued from the attic, while gaining some new friends.
~Family~
The entirety of Andy’s room, whether they like it or not, they’re all in this together and are some kind of mish-mash, found family in a sense.
Siblings: I’ve been thinking of giving Amy a brother (since I based her on Raggedy Ann, a matching bootleg Raggedy Andy seems reasonable) bur I’m unsure about it, since I’ve already mapped out Amy’s entire series of stories (Around six or seven all together, so far I’m currently writing only the third) and I can only fit him in the fifth or sixth if I can.
~Relationships~
Romantically? I’d like to say she has a crush on Rex, I don’t know why I thought of it, I was contemplating it one day as I sketched a rough (and terrible) sketch of her, and I drew Rex too because he’s just so fun to draw and I wanted to make a scale for Amy’s size, and one of my friends (who had been watching me) immediately said “I ship it!” and well, the rest is history, I made the decision to ship it too.
Friends: Jessie, Hamm, Buzz, and Rex are her closet friends, but she’d like to say that all the Gang are her friends. Later on she becomes good friends with Mr. Prickle Pants, Buttercup, Trixie and Totoro, and she absolutely loves the peas and Forky.
Best friend(s): Hamm, Mr. Prickle Pants, Jessie, and Rex.
What do people like about them? Amy’s pretty easy to talk to, she’s polite and attentive and will sit in companionable silence with someone if they need it. But she won’t hesitate to give hard truths and advice if it’s needed.
What do people dislike about them? Amy is quite a doormat, if someone is rude to her or breaches anything she just lets it happen, and sometimes she’s too indecisive about her own stuff, unsure whether she’s going to offend others or not over the smallest things, which annoys others quite a bit.
~Mentality/Personal Beliefs~
Amy is a toy of logic, and though she believes others can do it if they set their minds to it, she doesn’t quite believe in herself. She believes she must follow the rules of being a toy at all times, no matter what.
Phobias: Dust. She hates it. It took a good five weeks to brush all the dust out her hair and clothes, and even so there’s still some in her pockets and places she can’t reach. And being alone, too. Now she can’t be alone for more than an hour before she starts to get antsy and nervous. And for a short time books gave her a strange tiredness, after reading them for so long and for so many years she couldn’t even stand the sight of them.
But of course, not for long, since Amy found out Andy had a copy of Red’s Dream by a Mr. William Reeves.
Optimist or pessimist: Depends on the situation really, if her mind can’t come up with a solution, then there’s no point in trying anymore. Unless someone else can think of something, that is.
Personal philosophies: “You are here to make good things happen. No person here is made for one reason only, or even only one. There’s no point in pretending to be someone you’re not just for the attention of others, no matter how cool they are. We should find are own meaning, as we’re the only ones who have control of it.
It’ll take a while, but I swear, it’ll be worth it.”
Biggest dream/wish: Amy wants nothing more than to find meaning for herself, but finds it rather hard to do so. Of course, that doesn’t mean she’ll settle for someone else’s meaning. As cheesy as it sounds, she just wants an adventure. She doesn’t necessarily want to be the hero, though, she’s just happy to go along with the ride so long as it gets her out the house for a few hours. She also, above all else, wants Rex to find meaning too, even if she never does, it would be nice to know that he had.
Greatest strength(s): Persuasion, story-telling, logic, and good grammar.
Biggest flaw: Despite being a ragdoll, Amy can’t sew because of her fingerless hands, which are just soft mittens in shape. Amy is also quite a doormat, as I said before, so if her calm persuasion and reasoning doesn’t work, she’s left to be walked all over.
Regrets: Staying in that dratted attic too long, the window was open, she could’ve just climbed out, but no, she had to stay there for some mind-rotting decades. But if she had just escaped, she would never have met her new friends. Amy just wishes she had met them a lot sooner.
Achievements: Escaped the attic, slid down a drainpipe, leapt onto the windowsill (though nearly knocking Woody and Buzz over in the process) stopped her friend from having a panic attack, and managed to remember the entire Dictionary and is able to recite it down from A to Z, and even Z to A.
Secrets: Not much, just strange feelings for one of her friends, but it’s not much of a secret, Bo knows, and Mr. Potato Head and Hamm could see it from a mile away, and the others have their suspicions.
Goals: Read the entirety of Andy’s (and later Bonnie’s) bookshelves, become more confident in herself, have her own book-worthy adventure, and figure out what those strange feelings for her friend is.
~Likes/Favourites~
Favourite colour: Even before meeting Rex, Amy’s favourite colour was always green. Every time Alice had taken her to the park, Amy adored watching the sunlight pour through the leaves with a golden-green glow.
Favourite book(s): Because it’s sentimental to her, being her owner’s favourites, she loves Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Peter Pan, and The Wizard of Oz. They all hold similar plots (a little girl in a blue dress goes to a fantasy land, has a few adventures, and then leaves said fantasy land to go home to her family and responsibilities) but it reminds Amy of her old owner Alice (who was actually named after Alice from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland) and their playtimes together.
Favourite Book Quotation(s):
“Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.”
“There is no living thing that is not afraid when it faces danger. The true courage is facing danger when you are afraid.”
Favourite movie: Amy does much prefer books, since they allow her to imagine the setting and characters in her own way, but doesn’t mind movies, and isn’t picky on what they watch, though she does quite like horror films.
Favourite song: Amy likes any kind of music, new or old.
Favourite game: Amy never really cared for games, the competitiveness always bothered her and stressed her out. But she’s more than happy to watch Rex play his video games and cheer him on.
~Relationships with other characters~
~Rex~
- Hit it off pretty quickly.
- Amy helps him with his anxiety, and helps him find confidence in himself, she acts as a certain therapist to him.
- Both become very stressed without the other around.
- Rex will hold and knead at Amy’s hands sometimes; it calms him down.
- Rex will let Amy ride on his back if she’s tired or needs to see something (Because she’s so short).
- One of them can basically be talking about the most boring-est things ever, yet still the other will hang on to their every word.
~Jessie~
- Became friends pretty quickly.
- Will drag Amy along anywhere.
- Get along fairly well.
- Jessie does the talking and Amy does the planning.
- Jessie always pranks the other toys and makes Amy tag along (along with Hamm).
- Introvert/Extrovert dynamic for sure.
- Both were left in alone for years so like to find solace in each other.
~Hamm~
- Hamm begrudgingly warmed up to the timorous ragdoll.
- Surprisingly good pals.
- Have full conversations without saying anything.
- Like to sit and look out of the window together.
- Hamm makes Amy laugh when she really shouldn’t (mainly when he makes fun of the other toys, mainly Woody).
- Hamm makes fun of Amy having a crush on Rex every once in a while, though he doesn’t mean any harm.
~The Potato Heads~
- Mr. doesn’t really interact with Amy much, but finds her surprisingly tolerable, if a bit high-strung and annoying.
- Like Hamm, Mr. makes Amy laugh at the most wrong moments.
- She and Mrs. Are quite good friends, and she sometimes lets Amy take care of the aliens if she and her husband are busy.
~Woody~
- Are aquianteces.
- Don’t exactly interact much, even though the whole room practically revolves around him, in Amy’s opinion, though she would never say it to his face.
~Buzz~
- Amy thinks he’s super cool (then again, he is Buzz Lightyear, he practically invented coolness)
- Both are just as clueless as one another when it comes to social cues and interactions.
- Amy helps him with vocabulary and spelling every once in a while.
~Mr. Prickle Pants~
- Are absolute BFF’s.
- Go back and forth with book quotes to the point of driving the other toys insane.
~Bo Peep~
- Amy's not exactly sure if Bo has befriended her or not.
- (She has)
- They later become good friends.
- Amy misses their talks, Bo was one of the only toys she could talk to that could keep a secret.
#amy the ragdoll#toy story#oc#toy story oc#character information#original character#oc's#ocs#character development#fan character
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Moving In with Dominique
TAGLIST: @blacklist-leppard @annluca y’all are the only two that love Luca lol, except me I guess.
“And then she says, ‘no Luca, it’s fine I got it.’ And drops the whole box onto the floor, I hear glass shatter and she gives me the saddest look and then she says ‘I don’t got it’.” Luca laughs, arm slung gently around your shoulder as your team sat at the bar drinking beers and laughing.
“And he didn’t want to carry it either! I was just trying to be a strong independent woman.” You bark, stamping a foot.
“Well, next time I say I got it, I got it.” He chuckles, patting your shoulder before removing his arm. “Here, try these!” He cheers, stuffing a sweet potato fry unceremoniously into your mouth. Covering your mouth as you chomp on the fry, Luca laughs at your facial expression before he grabs your hand and drags you towards the dance floor.
*THE NEXT MORNING*
You were heading out the door of your apartment for work when you smelled a burning, smoky smell coming from next door. Grabbing your backpack, you head for the apartment door. As you get there, smoke billows out from under the door and the handle sears your hand. With a gasp, you grab your own door handle and sprint inside, hooking Jack’s leash up and stuffing Sally’s little kitty body into her harness. With your two favorite creatures on your hips you dial emergency as you run down to your car. With your pets safe, you stuff your hands into fire protectant gloves and head back up. Your elderly neighbor was a sweet old lady, and you could feel your heart sputtering as you swung open the door and smoke billowed out and surrounded you. Yanking your tee shirt over your nose, you head inside and drop to the floor. Finding her bedroom door shut, you knock twice and hear a sad, pathetic little ‘in here’ from the other side. Opening the door, you grab her hand and direct her to the door.
“Luca! Chris! Gear up! Let’s go! Apartment building in seventh and Courtyard is burning down. There’s a bunch of people inside, including an armed arsonist.” Hondo shouts as he sprints through the room, uniform half on.
“Wait!” Luca shouts, grabbing his bag. “Isn’t y’n there?” He asks, eyes wide and quickly filling with fear.
“Luca, you need to keep it together, man. I need you.” Hondo murmurs, placing a firm hand on Luca’s shoulder and squeezing. Luca gives a reluctant nod and gets to Black Betty. Neither Tan, Chris, nor Hondo had ever seen Luca drive so fast so silently. The team knew about Luca’s crush on you, and yours on him. It was a mutual pining, always flirting at work and hanging out outside of work.
“Luca! Do not go in there!” Chris shouts, but he can’t hear her. He’s already got a mask up and he’s headed up the stairs. Someone grabs his arm and he finds a little boy staring at him, scared. Eyes wide saucers of fear, Luca quickly hauls the little boy into his arms and heads back down. Handing him off to Chris, he heads back up and he hears Hondo shout.
“Second floor Luca! I have a visual on a hand hanging over the edge of the balcony!” Luca huffs up the stairs, the smoke filling his lungs with every huge breath he takes.
“To your left Luca! Ten feet from you. On the ground.” Hondo’s directions lead him straight to you. A soft sigh heaves from your heavy body as Luca hauls you into his arms and holds you tightly to him.
“Are you okay? Hey! Can you hear me?” He whispers, holding you against him. “I’m sorry, I should’ve made you stay. I got Jack and Sally some water, don’t worry about them. I’ll get you some oxygen don’t worry.”
“Dom, Dom.” You whisper, grabbing for his face.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.” You whisper, weakly hugging his neck as he sits you on a gurney.
“Ssh, it’s fine. Just breathe.”
As you roll over, you find yourself in a strangely comfortable bed and find a warm body next to you and a couple small warm bodies by your feet. Peeking over the fluffy duvet, you find your two sweet little furry children on the end of the bed sleeping. Peeking over the wide shoulder that separated you from your mysterious bedmate, you find Luca’s sleeping face. A little gasp escapes you and he sits up, rubbing the sleep from his beautiful blue eyes as he smiles you sleepily.
“Morning. Sorry, you didn’t want me to leave you here all alone.” He chuckles, half-mocking you.
“Oh, I’m so sorry Luca, I’ll go-“
“Don’t.” He hushes, grabbing your waist and pulling you next to him.
“Oh.” You whisper, covering your mouth as a small smirk forms.
“Listen, you officially live here. As my girlfriend. If you have any objections, baby, speak now.” He husks into your ear as he kisses your neck.
“Luca, I-“
“Listen to me, I love you. You need a place. I have one. Problems solved.” He smiles, pulling you into his lap.
“Wow, I love you too.” You smile, hugging tightly around his neck and pressing warm kisses against his lips.
#cute imagine#imagine#luca#dominique luca#dominic luca#dominique luca imagine#luca imagine#swat#swat imagine#hondo#chris#dominique luca short fic
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