I know everything that’s gonna happen
I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.
I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.
LUCY I FOUND IT
They stared out the window at each other, confused. The man across was the first to give him a small smile. He opened the window and belted across.”Hi there!” The other man opened his window and grinned.
“Yeah, I figured I should move somewhere close to my college campus.”
“You go there too?”
“Mmhm, I hear it’s really nice there. More to offer in education.”
“It is, I think you’ll like it there.”
“So.. Um, what’s your name?”
OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
Even though he was only eight, Sherlock knew a lot. And one of the things he knew was that he hated his family.
However, once he got to the one place he knew nobody would bother him at, he found it already occupied.
The first thing he noticed about the little blonde boy was that he had been crying. The second was that he was wearing a pair of unplugged headphones.
Said little blonde boy didn’t even notice Sherlock until he spoke up. “Why are you crying?” the future consulting detective asked.
The boy looked up, running his arm across his eyes. “I- I’m not,” he said.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. “Your eyes are red and puffy, and your nose is runny. You’re wearing headphones, but they’re not plugged into anything and you’re window is closed, so you’re trying to block a noise out. Probably fighting going on in your house. If it were just anybody fighting, you wouldn’t be this upset, so it’s probably family. I would ask again why you were crying, but it appears I’ve already figured it out.”
The blonde child looked up at the dark-haired one, sadness in his eyes replaced by astonishment. “Y-yeah. That was amazing!”
“I know, I’ve been told multiple times. Aren’t you cold out here?”
“Yeah, a little bit.”
“Be right back.” Before the blonde child could protest, Sherlock had scurried back into his window. Just when he was sure the curly-haired boy wasn’t coming back, Sherlock emerged carrying a blanket and two mugs of hot cocoa. Setting the blanket down, he then handed the smaller boy one mug.
Surprised, the blonde took the mug. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “What’s your name?”
“Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes.”
The giggle that erupted from the other boy took Sherlock by surprise. “What’s so funny?” he asked defensively.
“Nothing. It’s just, your name’s different. Mine’s boring. I’m John Watson,” the boy said, extending his hand.
Sherlock took John’s hand, shaking it. What neither of them knew was that throughout the years, shaking a hand would evolve into holding one.
GUYS I NEED A LARRY VERSION
SERIOUSLY WHERE IS THE LARRY I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO COMPETE WITH THOSE GO GO GO
Louis didn’t know how to feel about his new home. He didn’t really feel much lately anyway, except for the burning cut that laced his wrists. When he had first learned of the move after his parent’s devastating split, it took all his willpower not to curl into a quivering mess. His entire life was changing, and he just didn’t know if he could cope. How do you cope with your whole world being turned upside down?
He gazed around his new bedroom, biting his bottom lip as he took in the small space. he could hear his sister’s arguing in the room next to him, and he knew it would be hell to have all four of them in one room-and next to him no less!
He dropped the boxes he was carrying onto the bed, the familiar sadness and numbness creeping over him as he realized what his new life had become. what he had become. he got scared then, he didn’t want to go into the buzzing feeling of nothing again. it scared him to not feel anything, he wanted to feel pain. For feeling pain is better than not feeling at all.
he reached into one of the boxes, fumbling around for a razor. when he found one, he gingerly took it from the box, turning to find a bathroom, when a voice made him freeze in his tracks.
It was one voice, one voice that made Louis stop in his tracks and turn swiftly on his heel to find the source. Outside his window, sitting on the room of the house across from his own, was a boy no older than him. He had chocolate brown curls and lovely green eyes that made Louis’s stomach knot and his palms sweat. he didn’t know what had happened until he processed what the boy had said.
“What?” he managed out, before the boy was motioning for him to come closer. a bit timidly, Louis relented and inched towards the window, razor gleaming in the sunlight.
“Don’t,” the boy said again, a bit more firmly. “Come on out, I don’t bite,” he insisted, gesturing to the spot on Louis’s own roof. The two roofs were almost attached, and Louis wondered if they had been built that way or had merely sagged down from the weight of others.
Louis didn’t know if he should, he didn’t know the boy, but he realized that the boy gave him a warm feeling-he actually felt something-and that alone made him want to be closer to his neighbor.
He swung a leg over the windowsill, carefully inching down over the shingles until he was merely a foot or two from the mysterious boy.
“May I see that?” the boy asks, eyes locking on the razor in Louis’s hand. Louis clutched onto it tighter, ignoring the small pierces it made in his hand.
“Why?” Louis squeaked. “I don’t even know you, why should I?”
The boy grinned exposing two dimples that made Louis’s stomach flutter. “I’m Harry, and you are?”
“Louis,” Louis told him shortly.
“Well Louis, why do you cut?” Harry asked bluntly, catching Louis off guard.
“I….um….” Louis stammered, before taking a deep breath and looking the beautiful boy straight in the eye. “I want to know I am still capable of feeling. I don’t want to go numb, because feeling pain is better than never feeling ever again.”
Harry nodded shortly. “Louis,” he began. “I’m not going to pretend like I know how you feel because I don’t. But-” he reached over the roof, plucking the razor from Louis’s hands before he could protest. “I promise I can help you feel without pain. I can help you feel something good.”
With that, he tossed the razor over his shoulder and it flew through his open window and into his home, forever leaving Louis’s grasp. Louis was speechless. Why did this boy care?
“Why do you care?” Louis wondered aloud, his voice quiet and shaky.
The boy just grinned a bit, making Louis flush with warmth. “I don’t want anyone to ever hurt you.” he said simply as the ends of Louis’s mouth curved into a grin that had been hiding from the world for quite awhile.
I know, I can’t right to save my life, but I did my best.
CRYING BC ALL THREE OF MY OTPS AND I JUST WOW THIS POST HURTS MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE FUCKING UNIVERSE
UGH FUCK ALL OF YOU I’M OUT FUCK THIS SHIT I AM SO DONE