#nathan/simon/alisha

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Collection of misfits shitposts I've posted on my Twitter

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MISFITS — Episode Seven (S03E07)

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all the misfits art ive done cuz im a big fan

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shots from simons flickr account

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okay but Misfits!Andreil/aftg au!

This group of teens who are delinquents, monsters, quite literally misfits but as we all know thats what makes them them.

Neil as Simon, the invisible boy, the freak, always on the outskirts, doomed to watch but never participate. He thinks this is what he wants though, the ability to run away, to hide. And maybe he’ll play just this one semester, after all he can disappear whenever he wants to, right? Until.

Andrew as Alisha, who has to deal with his greatest trauma becoming his “power.” Becoming closed off, physically unable to let anyone close, covering every inch of his body, even donning armbands and gloves, the one player in a violent game who doesn’t make contact with others. And yet becoming a symbol of strength and protection.

Add in the parallel of Simon and Alisha doomed to die in each others arms over and over in a desperate bid to save each other. Simon/Neil shirking invisibility to become protectors themselves, instead of running away going back over and over to save the ones they love.

Andrew/Alisha falling in love with the one person who can touch them without taking advantage. Whose love gives Neil/Simon what they need to become more than just an invisible runaway.

The tragedy of the boy who thinks all he wants is to disappear when really all he wants is to finally be seen, be a part of something. Falling in love with the boy whose power is the one thing that terrifies him, but who is a protector all the same.

Bonus:

Kevin as Curtis, the star athlete with a ruined future who can control time but can never ever change the moment that ruined his career without losing all his Misfits who also dated Alisha lol

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just started watching misfits (just started s2) and this show is weird as hell but it is by far one of my favorite shows i've watched in the past couple months

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@lgbtqcreators creator challenge: colour

MISFITS original ASBO-5 as lyrics from V by Halflives

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billy and steve being stuck in a timeloop like simonalisha misfits.... fucked up if true

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Okay, one long staring-at-my-screen-for-days (yes, plural)-and-not-doing-anything-else hyper fixation over... here is my OG ASBO5 intermediate family face claims 👍

I tried to go with people that possibly could've been cast while Misfits was airing. I also added the year in which I believe the characters would be born. Some I just took from the actor's actual age, and others I just made up. (And also my age HCs for the main cast!)

First up!

The Young family... Literally, it was the only canon one of the og asbos, minus Jamie's mum, whose face I've given to Maria Doyle Kennedy. But I didn't bother to give her a name. Same with Louise's maiden name, I couldn't decide what one to give her.

(Listing the actual actors and actresses here... Minus the ASBO5 character:)

Louise Young - Michelle Fairley Mike Young - Dexter Fletcher Jamie Young - Sam Keeley Jamies Mum - Maria Doyle Kennedy

Next up...

The Bellamy family... Again! Idk. Ignore Simon's middle name cause that's really only from my insane let's torture Simon delusion daydreams that likely won't make it to the page. My Bellamy's HCs are far more thought-out than the other families here cause I've been cooking them up for about two years.

Lynnette Bellamy - Nia Roberts Victor Bellamy - Stephane Freiss Eliza Bellamy - Elle Fanning

Coming up...

The Bailey family! In my HC, Kelly's dad hasn't been around for a WHILE (had to do hard time for a good chunk of her childhood), and she hasn't seen him since she and her Mum moved to Wertham in Kelly's late teens. (Her parents got divorced around the time when she was 16.) I went with Siobhan Finneran because she plays Lauren Socha's mum in The Other One.

Gary Bailey - Frank Skinner Donna Bailey - Siobhan Finneran

(Kelly’s birthday is meant to say 1988 not 1998 lol)

Next up...

The Donovan family! I always read Curtis as either being an only child or the youngest. But out of all the male characters, he was raised right! So I couldn't help but think he had to be the only boy growing up and had plenty of sisters. As of s1-before the Christmas ep, I believe that Curtis still lived at home. His two eldest sisters have been long gone and outta the house for years (his sister Ellen is married), but his sister Amelia still lives at home while she's attending uni to save money. Curtis comes from a religious family, and his mother is a first-gen immigrant.

Nigel Donovan - Lennie James Hazel-Ann Donovan - Jacqueline Boatswain Ellen Donovan - Nikki Amuka-Bird Briana Donovan - Michele Austin Amelia Donovan - Michaela Coel

Finally...

Alisha's family! At first, I saw her as a spoiled only child or the spoiled youngest with an older brother. But I went with the only child... Well, until her parents got divorced when she was 14, her mother immediately got re-married and knocked up. Alisha ended up staying in a pretty crappy flat with her dad for the rest of her schooling until she moved in with her mates after college. She was always jealous of her sister as she felt like her mum moved up in life and replaced her... getting a do-over. Originally, I didn't plan for Alisha's parents to be so young when they had her, but once I saw Naomie Harris, I couldn't see anyone else as her mum. So now, in my HC, Alisha was a result of an accidental teen pregnancy. More candy to the trauma bowl! And taking inspo from Antonia Thomas' actual dad, I've coined Alisha's father as being an inspiring musician, but instead of being successful, he's someone who is never going to make it out of his shitty wedding cover band. Alisha has a great relationship with her dad; he has and always spoils her rotten.

Archie Daniels - Toby Stephens Teresa Marsh - Naomie Harris Lucian Marsh - David Oyelowo Ayla Marsh - Rhianna Dorris

Anyways... Thanks for coming to my TED talk lol

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The Asbo 5

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2-disc set 💀

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I beg you write for some Robert Sheehan characters 😔

Just for Her

⌗ Nathan Young x fem!reader

⌗ Warnings!! - Explicit language ofc!!!, fluff, slight angst, tension between Nathan and y/n because they’re stupid and whipped for each other, mentions of bullying, everyone treats Simon like shit still, jealousy, secret pinning, y/n is a Simon defender💅🏼, y/n’s power/ethnicity/features are not specified, 1 big cock joke 💪🏻, just general cuteness

⌗ WC!! - 1.94k

⌗ A/n!! - HI MY LOVE YES YES I AM WRITING SO MUCH RN I FEEL BAD FOR ALL THE SPEAK NO EVIL STUFF I HAVE STILL😭😭 but here’s something small for right now because I really need to get out of this weird writing funk I’m in. Sorry if the quality is shit, I’m on some new meds that are FUCKING with my head rn��� at least I have these beautiful men (fictional and not) to keep me occupied 🤷🏻‍♀️ Speaking of, I have some stuff coming out for Mahito and Satoru soon as well, so don’t worry JJK babes, I will deliver soon🫡

Nathan couldn’t, more like wouldn’t, hold back his laughter as Simon stood before him, Curtis, Alisha, and Kelly, grunting and groaning as his face starts to turn red.

“He looks like he’s going to shit himself!” Nathan howled, keeling over in a fit of boisterous laughter.

“This is really impressive,” Alisha continued, her hand on her hip as she looked at Simon with an unimpressed expression. Curtis was snickering as well, while Kelly just frowned at the sight.

The door to the locker room swings open, the knob hitting the wall from the force of the last addition to the group enters.

“What are you guys doing? We have to paint some stupid fucking benches again!”

Everyone, including Simon, stop and look over at Y/n, who’s standing with her arms crossed over her chest next to the lockers. Her face falls as she looks around, spotting Simon who’s practically shaking in front of the group.

“Barry here was just showing us his A-list power!” Nathan chuckles, gesturing for her to come over. “Go on, Barry, show the girl!”

Simon looks back and forth between Nathan and y/n, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Y/n looks back at the jester of the group, his lips still twisted into a dumb smile.

“The fuck, Nathan?” Y/n groans. “Why are you all just laughing at him?!”

“He was standing there red as a tomato groaning,” he stops to pull a screwed up face, grunting as he impersonates the scene, “trying to show us how he turns invisible! And well, I hate to say it,” he puts his hand to the side of his lips to cover them, “but I don’t think it worked…”

Y/n rolls her eyes and walks over with a huff. “Curtis,” she asks flatly, turning her head to look up at him, “turn back time—now.”

He looks down at her confused. “What? Why? You know it doesn’t work like that!”

“Exactly!” She shouts, looking to the rest of the group. “I can’t control my power at will either, but none of you have denied it like you are with Simon!”

“I never said I believed you,” Alisha retorts.

Y/n turns her head to look at her with an annoyed huff. “Do you believe Curtis, then?”

She rests the hand on her hip at her side, her expression faltering slightly as she goes silent; she does, wholeheartedly at that.

“Right,” y/n says with a slight tilt of her head. She then turns to look back at Simon, who’s looking at her with the same wide-eyed stare he gives everyone. She then turns to look at Nathan, sending him a particularly harsh glare. “And you don’t even have a stupid power,” she sneers at him, her tone clearly fed up before she turns around, walking towards the locker room doors.

“Are you coming?!” Y/n shouts over her shoulder a few seconds later. The rest of the group reluctantly follow, Nathan looking a bit dejected—almost like a kicked puppy.

Once the group returned to the lake they were beside the day the storm happened, Curtis and Simon put the cans of white paint they were carrying down onto the seat of one of the benches. The fresh coat they’d only painted on a few weeks ago was already chipped and stained—partly from the massive clumps of hail that fell from the sky that fateful day, and partly from the ash of cigarettes smoked by the people passing by in the past few weeks.

“Well, this brings back memories, doesn’t it?” Nathan says with a deep sigh of sarcastic remembrance as he tails behind the group, his hands on his hips as he looks out upon the lake. “The day I met you lot,” he smiles, “the day you met the love of your life!”

Y/n looks back at Nathan, who’s looking at her with a cheeky smile while wiggling his eyebrows. She simply rolls her eyes before turning to help Kelly open a can of paint.

Nathan’s smirk falls slowly as he feels a sting of rejection in his chest; he was used to y/n snorting softly, or nudging him with her elbow, whenever he made a stupid joke or pass at her. But he could tell something was up, and he had a feeling it might have something to do with what happened in the locker rooms. Just maybe…

…It most definitely did. Y/n put her headphones on as soon as she started panting the bench Curtis was working on opposite of her, turning her music up all the way. She couldn’t help replaying the previous confrontation in her head as she slathered white paint onto the bench with a cheap brush. She just wanted to go home and sleep, maybe drink a few glasses of wine from her mom’s secret stash just to forget the 164 hours she has left at this place.

Although she knows she’ll most likely wake up tomorrow excited to ride along with the group as they complete various bothersome tasks; as crazy as it sounds, she’s grown close to the five of them, despite everything. Especially Nathan.

She hates to admit it, but that Irish prick has her in a chokehold. She finds herself thinking of him and his stupid jokes late at night, or when she’s getting ready in the mornings, a smile coming to her face. Usually on mornings like that, she tends to layer on her mascara just a little heavier.

But sometimes, she just can’t stand the guy; especially when he’s being a bigger dick than usual.

Ignoring her racing thoughts, brushing them off as her being a bit more irritated than usual today, y/n continues to paint the bench in front of her. She pretends she’s actually painting something meaningful, like the Mona Lisa, or her favorite piece, Saturn Devouring His Son.

But her train of thought is quickly cut off when the swelling music in her ears stops suddenly. “Hey!” She yelps, turning her head up to look at the culprit behind her.

“Whatcha’ listenin’ to?” Nathan asks with a smile as he pulls the headphones over his head, his curls falling over his face. Music pours through the padded speakers over his ears, and he starts plucking an air guitar as he dances to the song. But he quickly halts his antics when y/n shoots up from her crouched position behind the bench, yanking the headphones off of his head before darting towards the opposite direction.

“Where is she going?” Kelly turns to Nathan, brows furrowed as she glares up at him with a knowing look.

“Hell if I know!” He exclaims, dropping his hands at his sides. But before he can stop himself, Nathan feels his feet acting on instinct, trailing behind her. A few moments later, he sees her in the distance, jogging the rest of the way to her.

Y/n sits against a concrete pillar under the highway, holding a cigarette in her fingers as smoke pours from between her lips, floating above her head like a halo. She looks out over the lake, the water lapping and glittering in the sunshine.

At first when Nathan reaches her, she continues on as if he weren’t there, but then flinches to attention when he sits down next to her.

“Is my dancing that bad?” he asks when y/n pulls the muff of her headphones away from one of her ears. "Ran off like a scared deer."

She sighs softly, and takes them off completely. "And?"

"And you can't leave me with them!" Nathan exclaims in a lighthearted manner. "You know you're the only one I can barely tolerate."

Y/n exhales a soft huff of amusement, making his heart flutter softly, to which he ignores as usual.

"You were being a dick, you know?" y/n sighs. "You always are to Simon."

"Who?"

She cocks her head to look at him, a blank expression of annoyance on her face. Nathan cackles, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Alright! Alright! I was just playing with him," he defends.

"Yeah, well not everyone likes to play around like that."

"You do."

Y/n gives him a look again, and he backs off slightly. "Okay," he sighs. "I'll give the lad a proper apology...later..."

Once she analyzes his face and determines Nathan isn’t joking around completely this time, she smiles softly for the first time today, leaning her head back against the concrete pillar. Nathan mirrors her, his eyes focused on the slope of her nose as she looks out across the water--he can practically hear the cogs turning in her head.

"You can make people feel like shit sometimes," she continues after a few silent moments. Nathan pulls his eyes away from her Cupid's bow, back to her's. "I would know."

He feels a slight pang of...something in his chest. "I make you feel like shit?" He asks.

"No," she says, "not that. It's just...no offense...but I've known a few boys like you--well, not entirely like you. They didn't have..."

Nathan's smirk returns. "Good looks? Charm? A huge cock?"

Y/n giggles softly, nudging his shoulder with hers. "Shut up," she smiles, "I mean boys who cover their emotions with humor at the expense of others, they didn't have a joy for life like you, I guess. So when they'd make fun of people, it was impossible to tell the difference between jokes and insults. At first I thought you were one of those kinds of boys, and sometimes I forget you’re not."

Nathan nods softly, trying not to let his stupid jokes surface for once; because he knows she’s right. Humor is the immediate response he has to any emotion he feels. He's never thought about how it affects other's until now, despite the lectures from kids his age and adults alike over the years. What is it about y/n? He doesn't know; but he does keep listening.

"So just...try not to hide so much of yourself anymore," she sighs. “Be funny because you want to be. Not because you want to hurt someone else.”

A few moments of silence go by, only the sound of rushing water and the distant voices of the group reaching their ears.

"So...you were bullied by these guys?"

Y/n turns her head to look at Nathan. She simply nods her head and looks back at the water.

"Oh," he whispers.

She's never heard him so quiet, so speechless, before.

“I didn’t know.”

"I didn't tell you."

They sit there for a few more moments in silence, practically feeling the dragging of time going by before them. Nathan's eyes only wander back to y/n's supple cheeks when he makes the realization that, for the first time in his life, he has no jokes to tell. He isn't sliding past with an inappropriate innuendo, or breaking the silence with an offensive observation. He's just sitting in complete and udder silence with her.

"Maybe you could come with Simon and I to the pub tonight," he says after a few moments. "You know, so you can walk me through a proper apology."

Y/n turns her head, a soft smile appearing on her face. "Wow," she gasps.

"What? Want t' make it just the two of us?" Nathan asks with a cocky smirk. Y/n punches his shoulder, and for once, he relishes in the sting.

"No it's just...you called him Simon..."

Nathan's eyes widen slightly at her words, and he shakes his head softly, curls sticking up when he runs a hand through his hair.

"I--what do you mean? That's his name, isn't it?"

"Yeah," y/n laughs, "but none of us were really sure if you remembered that."

He clicks his tongue softly, cheeks going slightly red from being called out. "Yeah, yeah, I knew that. You lot really think lowly of me, huh?"

Her smile widens slightly, and she shakes her head softly. "No," she says, "At least I don't."

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Maccas - Nathan Young

Nathan Young x Female!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You and Nathan are sorting through food for the needy. Nathan is being unhelpful.

Words: 1.1k

A/N: honestly, this is just kind of a practice-fic. I'm trying to decide if I want to write a multichapter fic about Nathan or not.

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Sally had decided this morning that splitting your group up was the only way to get you all to be at least mildly productive.

Of course, she'd then gone about it in the dumbest way possible: she'd stuck Alisha and Curtis together on litter duty, which probably meant they were going to end up shagging somewhere, and she was making you and Nathan sort through food for the food drive. Simon and Kelly–who were somewhere else in the community centre sorting through clothes donated to a charity shop–were probably the only ones getting any real work done right about now.

To be fair, it probably wouldn't have mattered who Sally had put Nathan with. He was never productive and he wasn't about to start now.

Just now he was sitting on the floor stuffing his face with a family size bag of crisps.

“You know those are meant for the needy?” you asked, rolling your eyes at him.

“I am the needy,” Nathan said good-naturedly. “If you hadn't noticed, I'm livin’ in the community centre.”

He had a point, but you weren't about to concede to that when he was making you do all of this work by yourself. Instead, you set another box of sorted, non-expired food on top of the last one you'd filled and sighed, looking at all the unsorted cans, packs, bottles and whatever-the-fuck that you still had to go through.

“Alright then,” Nathan said, getting to his feet in a semi-graceful motion and wiping his greasy hands on the sides of his orange jumpsuit. He walked over to the boxes you'd already sorted. “Where do these go?”

“The front hall.”

Nathan nodded, but when he attempted to lift the box you'd just set down, he quickly dropped it again.

“Jesus! Did ya have to make it so heavy?”

You gave Nathan an unimpressed look and, with some grumbling and grunting, he picked up the box again and began to carry it where it needed to go.

Only for the bottom of the box to rip before he'd even left the room.

The food went spilling everywhere. It was a good thing it was mostly cans you'd put in there–they may have been dented, but at least they weren't breakable.

“Nathan!” you exclaimed.

“What? That wasn't my fault,” Nathan complained. “You didn't need to fill up the box that much!”

“You're supposed to hold the bottom when you lift it, you twat,” you snapped, pulling a hand through your hair. “Do you have no common sense?”

“Well, clearly I don't!” Nathan said, leaning down to pick up cans and setting them back on the table with the unsorted stuff. Great. “What is this shit, anyway. Beans? Classic. That's what people need. More beans.”

“You're such a wanker.”

You fell silent, then, even as Nathan kept chattering on about how beans were the worst type of vegetable, right below beets and brussel sprouts. You were only half-listening, checking expiration dates and putting things into a new box.

“And look, it's not that I don't think people need vegetables, okay? But I'm just sayin', some carrots, some peas–” He paused. “Anyway. Y'know what poor people really need? Condoms. I'm tellin’ ya, they just wanna be able to shag without the danger of having yet another tyke they can't afford. Condoms and maybe some booze. You're never hungry if you drink enough.”

“Is that what you're doing then?” you asked, glancing at Nathan. He seemed surprised you'd interrupted his ranting. “Getting drunk every night and shagging people?”

“Well,” Nathan said, grinning. “Not every night."

You gave him a look, and he shrugged.

"I just kinda sit around, eat whatever I can get out of the vending machines and go to bed early.” A short moment. “Sometimes I do nick some beers from the kitchen. But don't tell anyone.”

That was just… profoundly sad. You didn't know what to say to that.

“What about you, then?” Nathan asked. Suddenly, he was next to you, actually helping you sort through things. Admittedly, he just sort of chucked everything he deemed edible into boxes without caring if that counted as ‘sorted’ or not, but it was more than he'd been doing before. “What do you do every night?”

“Not much, either, I guess. Sometimes I go for drinks with some mates.”

Less and less, these days. Ever since you'd started community service, it was as if your old mates had faded into the background of your life, replaced by your fellow young offenders. Sometimes you and Kelly went out to the pubs, and Alisha had tried to invite you to go clubbing with her a few times now–but that didn't really seem like your scene anymore.

Then there was the times you all went out together, but it made no sense telling Nathan about that, considering he was there.

“Mostly I stay home, clean up around my flat, read a little,” you said with a shrug.

“So you have no life, the– Ow!” Nathan rubbed his arm where you'd just punched him. “Jesus.”

“I used to have more of a life before I went and got myself arrested,” you said. “I'm pretty sure going out and getting profoundly fucked up on several kinds of substances breaches the terms of my ASBO. Or at least, the things I do when I am that fucked breach them.”

“Pretty sure we're way beyond breaching ASBOs at this point,” Nathan pointed out. Then: “we should go out sometime.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, yeah, we'd totally have fun. You and me and a couple'a shots, maybe some coke or somethin’. Who knows what we'd get up to?”

“That sounds like a bad idea.”

“No, no, it'll be fun!”

“Yeah, no.”

“You're so boring.”

Maybe you were, at that. You really had been more of a party girl before community service. But look where it had gotten you: stuck at the community centre every day, the blood of a probation worker on your hands…

You tried not to think too much about that.

Nathan was silent–somehow–for a whole minute before he said:

“So that's a no to the going out thing, then? We don't have to do drugs, we could just go to Maccas or something.”

You looked at Nathan and found him very pointedly not looking at you.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“No!” Nathan exclaimed. “Well, unless you're about to say yes. Then yes.”

You blinked at him.

“Um,” you said. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Nathan asked, looking at you somewhat hopefully.

“No to the drugs. Yes to Maccas. And I'm not a shagging on the first date type of gal.”

“Right!” Nathan said, grinning. “Gotcha!”

He was a lot more helpful sorting through the rest of the food after that, and even managed not to rip any more boxes.

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Mom and i are watching Misfits right?

What is this simon from the future stuff