#but nope it’s sitting in greg’s fucking pocket

[gregmarriage]

manifesting a scene in s4 where tom is on a beach somewhere and he gets sad and tries to throw his wedding ring in the ocean but it keeps coming back to him like gob and the letter in arrested development

#it’s just a funny image #maybe a metaphor who knows imao #the ring hits him squarely in the forehead and knocks him out at one point #greg finds him and steals the ring and tom thinks he finally succeeded in throwing the ring in the ocean #but nope it’s sitting in greg’s fucking pocket #elsewhere shiv also tries to throw her ring into the ocean and a fish shallows it or some shit i don’t know imao

[preferredrealty]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time - A Mob!Shawn Mendes Series

Part 5 - Texts and Tasers 

Warnings: Tasers and swearing

Masterlist 

As always: Feedback is appreciated 💛🌻

(Y/N) stared blankly down at the pavement in front of her, the white fila trainers on her feet the only thing she focused on. As if the world knew she was in a sour mood, thunder clouds rolled over the city early this morning, raining since the early hours. 

She felt like her entire outlook on life had changed, she looked around her and didn't know if she could trust anyone, anybody could be a gang member in this city, anybody could be a thief, a murderer. A City she once seen nothing but opportunity in had now become a blackhole in her mind, sucking in everything good and turning it into nothing. 

The music blasting through her earphone had just switched songs when she glanced up and seen a shady looking man trying to stop people on the street, holding open one side of his jacket, she could make out think black rectangles lining one side of his coat making her speed up her steps to reach him. "How much?" She asked making the man jump, as he stuttered to actually get his words out, shocked to have a customer. 

- 

iMessage from Shawn: I know I said if it's really what you wanted that I would stay away but I can't get you out of my mind. 

iMessage from Shawn: I stopped by the diner. Deloris said you've been off sick. Are you okay?

iMessage from Shawn: Just let me know you're okay baby. It's been three weeks please talk to me.

(Y/N) groaned looking at the messages from Shawn as she pulled her coat off, hanging it on a familiar peg at the diner, looking around it feeling safe in her favourite spot in the world. 

"Hey baby." A soft voice cooed from behind her, spinning she sighed throwing herself into Deloris' waiting arms squeezing her in a much needed hug. "Hey Deloris." She smiled pulling back, tying her white apron over her pink waitress uniform. "Want to talk about it?" Deloris whispered as Greg passed by giving a nod to (Y/N) in recognition. "Nope, I want to forget about the past few months. They never happened." (Y/N) said with a strong voice, walking away towards Greg to see what needed done. 

As Deloris left the kitchen Greg put an arm over (Y/N)'s shoulder with a giant smile. "Say the word and I'll make him regret it." (Y/N) shook her head with a giggle pushing Greg's arm off as she loaded a order onto the silver trey, whizzing out of the swinging doors, a smile on her face that could win an Oscar.

"Can you take that table baby? I'm busy with this one." Deloris nodded towards a table at the far side of the diner where four particularly large men had just sat down. "Sure." (Y/N) sighed tucking a lose piece of hair behind her ear as she walked towards them, the smile plastering on her face one again.  "Afternoon gentlemen, what can I get for y'all today?" She asked with a cheerful tone. 

"Hmm" One of the men started, leaning on the table his eyes racking up and down (Y/N) making her shift uncomfortably. " I think I'll start with a Strawberry milkshake, I hear they're to die for." There was something in his voice that put (Y/N) on edge as she scribbled down his order. Along with the others. "Coming right up." She said rushing off to the kitchen pinning up the order. 

"(Y/N) your phone is going non stop." Greg groaned as he plated a order making (Y/N) sigh as she walked over to the wall with the pegs on it, reaching into her coat pocket seeing five new messages. 

With out reading she started to reply.

iMessage to Shawn: I'm fine. Delete my number.

Putting her phone on silent she slid it into the white apron she was wearing before walking back out the front of the diner, seeing the four men sitting silently. Something about them just wasn't right. 

"Can you close up tonight (Y/N)? Jerome wants to take me out tonight." Deloris grinned making (Y/N) giggle slightly, loving the relationship between Jerome and Deloris. "Of course, I owe you for covering for me last week." She grinned. She hadn't really been off sick, Deloris had seen Shawn coming before (Y/N) did, knowing they were on the rocks Deloris had pushed (Y/N) into the storage room just as Shawn walked through the doors, leaving as soon as Deloris said she wasn't there.

- 

Shawn stared at the text, his teeth chewing on his cheek. It had been six hours since he got the message and he couldn't bring himself to delete her number. 

Shutting his phone he stood up walking towards the table where his team were studying the latest job they planned. 

"Alright so everyone clear on what's happening?" Connor asked as everyone nodded along. "Alright we have a month to get everything ready before we go after The Cobras so take tonight to relax, tomorrow we start training and planning." Shawn finished for Connor, giving everyone the signal to leave, leaving only himself, Brian and Connor standing the in basement of his house. "Still nothing?" Connor asked as they left the basement, heading for Shawn's kitchen, where he opened a beer. "A text-" Shawn started before opening his phone showing it to them. "Well..that's- That sucks man." Brian clapped Shawn on the back as his own phone rang. "Ohh booty call." He grinned walking out as he chatted to whoever was on the over side of the phone. 

"I'm sure she'll come around man, She liked you, she really did." Connor sighed sitting on the counter top, tossing an apple in the air and catching it. "She's scared of me." Shawn huffed glancing at the clock on the wall as it struck 8pm, knowing the Diner would be shutting down for the night. "She's not scared of you man, it just our.." "lifestyle?" Shawn hissed repeating her own term as Connor nodded his head. "She'll come around, I promise."

-

"Shit!" (Y/N) sighed as the back door of the Diner slammed shut, locking behind her, the keys to the diner sitting on the counter teasing her. "Damnit." She whispered thankful that she had shut everything down before getting locked out, thankful she had put her coat on before she decided to take out the trash. Throwing the bags in the garbage she started to walk out of the dark ally. A male figure started walking towards her making her steps falter. "Shawn?" She called out hopefully. Getting a unfamiliar laugh in response. "Shit." She whispered turning to go the other way, only to see three more figures blocking the other way. 

"So you're the little diner girl who's got Mendes distracted hm?" One taunted, she instantly recognised him as the man who ordered the strawberry milkshake earlier. 'You act clueless' She heard Deloris' voice in her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know a Mendes." She said, pulling her coat closer around herself.

She started to walk at a fast pace past the man standing on his own only to be stopped when he grabbed her elbow. "Don't lie to me sweetness." He hissed making her flinch, eyes flickering to the other three who still stood at the opposite side of the ally. Spotting a broken wooden crate by his feet in the garbage (Y/N) took a deep breath. "Don't call me that asshole!" She snapped, her other arm reaching for the crate, swinging it with enough force it splintered over his head, making him let go of her other arm. 

Acting quickly (Y/N) knocked over a pile of empty kegs from the bar next door to the diner, blocking the ally a bit before the took off running in the direction of her apartment, hearing the yells of the men behind her.

Her lungs burned and feet stung from the force of her feet hitting the concrete below them as she ran, not chancing to look behind her as she ran, coming to her apartment building quickly, still hearing them following. With her key already in hand she quickly opened the door, running up the four flights of stairs, her hand quivering as she struggled to her out her phone. 

Busting through the door of her apartment she slammed the door, pushing the bookshelf next to it across with struggle before standing in the middle of her apartment. Her brain thumping in her skull as she heard the echo of feet coming up the stairwell. Running to the window in her apartment she pushed it open seeing the fire escape outside it slick with rain water making her panic and step back into her apartment leaving the window open. 

Glancing at her bedroom a idea quickly came to mind as she heard them thumping at her apartment door. Running into her room she hit call on her phone playing this works. 

-

Shawn glared at the empty seat next to him as he sat on the Santa Monic Pier thinking back to the night they had spent here, his heart squeezing as a clap of thunder echoed through the city. 

The blaring of his ringtone made him glance at his phone, his blood turning to ice when her name met his eyes. Sliding the answer button Shawn raised his phone to his ear. 

"Baby?" He whispered only to be met by heavy breathing. "Shawn! Oh my god Shawn, they're trying to get into my apartment please help!" Her shaking voice made him stand quickly, making his way to his car. "Baby calm down. Tell me what’s happening." "I can't talk they're trying to get in! I'm under my bed hiding please sha-" It went quiet as he heard a crash then muffled sounds of men shouting. "Baby I'm comin-" He was cut off by the dial tone of her call ending. "No, no, no shit!" He cursed starting his car, calling the only person closer to her right now than he was.

- 

(Y/N) stared in shock at the blank phone screen in her hand, cursing herself for not charging it fully that morning. She held her breath as she clutched her dead phone in her hand, the darkness of the storage space under her bed making her feel like she was suffocating. "Fuck she's gone!" She heard one yell from the living room. "The windows open she must have gone down the fire escape." Another said as foot steps faded away making her let out a breath of relief, shifting slightly feeling something dig into her pocket she reached into her pocket pulling out a thick back rectangle making her eyes widen, forgetting she had bought it. 

The sound of foot steps returning made her clench the rectangle struggling to find the on button in the dark, her fingers pushed on something making a whirring sound come from the taser in her hand and a small red light started flashing, her thumb landing on another button which she guessed is the trigger button.

As foot steps got closer to the bedroom the whirring sound intensified, only seeming to get louder as the footsteps got to the end of her bed. The noise stopped and the red light turned to green as she heard tapping on the bed making her clench the taser tightly.

"Okay." She whispered. "You can do this." She took a deep breath as the bottom of the storage space was lifted slightly, light flooding in. As it was lifted higher (Y/N) closed her eyes, letting out a yell as she jammed the taser into the body at the end of her bed, hitting the trigger button. 

Hearing a yell in response (Y/N)'s eyes flew open seeing the taser stuck in the crook of familiar red heads neck as his body jerked and he fell to the ground. "Brian?!" She yelled pulling herself out of the gap under her bed, dropping to her knees next to Brian who was still convulsing on the floor.

- 

Shawn parked his car half on the curb as he quickly turned it off, running towards (Y/N)'s apartment building seeing the black front door busted in. "No, shit!" He shouted running up the four flights of stairs, seeing splinted wood as he busted into the hallway, his feet carrying him straight to (Y/N)'s door. A large sigh of relief left his lips as he seen (Y/N) standing beside her couch a hand over her mouth. It wasn't until he heard her soft giggles that he seen Brian laying on the couch with a wet cloth pressed to his neck. 

Walking straight up to (Y/N) Shawn pulled her into hug before looking down at Brian confused only to see Brian glaring at (Y/N). "What happened you?" Shawn asked as (Y/N) started laughing again. "She fucking tasered me!" Brian cried out moving the wet cloth revealing two red circles on his neck. 

Shawn turned to (Y/N) with wide eyes finding her now staring into space, clearly in shock. Taking her by the arm Shawn guided her into his room, setting down on her bed. "(Y/N)...Baby can you hear me?" Her empty eyes turned towards him making Shawn frown. "Okay, I'm going to pack you a bag, you're coming to stay with me for a while." Shawn stood up finding a black hand luggage suitcase in her closet, packing all the essentials. He stopped when he heard a small sobbing from behind him, turning quickly he found (Y/N) with her head in her hands sobbing into them. 

Sitting next to her he moved her so she was sitting sideways on his lap, her head buried in his neck. He felt his jaw clench as he hugged her close to his chest, his eyes clocking on Brian who now stood in the door way holding what looked like a playing card in his hand, as he turned it over the sight of a family Cobra made Shawn's blood boil knowing exactly who done this and he was going to put an end to him.

#shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes #shawn mendes x reader #shawn #mendes #mob!shawn #badboy!shawn

[shooting-the-walls]

I watched His Last Vow, and, well..... here are my thoughts again

Quick thing before we start: I choose HLV because it is one of my favourite episodes, and what I feel is one of the best shot episodes. Usually, I can't make it to the end of it because I know what is going to happen and I can't stomach it. Anyway, enjoy my little angst-filled monologue!!!

• Uggggghhhhhh Magnussen is so creepy even to start with

• Quick question: why the fuck does he have "porn preference" in his little file?? Creepy, dude. Real creepy

• I hate Magnussen with a passion but ngl his house is pretty bomb

• Why has a got a statue of a knight on an ostrich, and why does the camera focus on it? Kinda random XD

• Clever how they never show him going down the stairs the storeroom. IMPORTANT LATER ON

• Lady Magnussen when she sees Magnussen: *quietly* what the fuck

• "She looked delicious" "yum-yum": EEUURRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH

• "I have a condition": is that condition.... being a creepy weirdo???

• HEY SHE MAY BE AN OLD LADY BUT SHE'S A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN SO SHUT THE FUCK UP MAGNUSSEN

• "This isn't blackmail it is.... ownership": uhhhhhh, pretty sure it's blackmail mate

• I'M SORRY BUT WE DON'T JUST LICK PEOPLE'S FACES, WHO WERE YOU RAISED BY DUDE

• The driver knowing something's up: we stan a king

• BAKER STREET YEAAAAAH BITCHES

• The intro mussssiiiiiccccc: it will now be stuck in my head for days XD

• When you miss your bestie: :(

• John being clueless XD

• *doesn't know what to do* *makes tea*

• "He the drugs one?" "Nicely put John"

• "Who's Sherlock Holmes" "See, that does happen"

• I think John feels bad for snapping at her XD

• "THERE IS NOTHING THE MATTER WITH ME. Imagine I said that without shouting": me 24/7

• Dude we know you tryna look sexy but the tyre lever XD

• "It is a tiny bit sexy" "I know": *is forcefully reminded of Boyle screaming "later sluts"*

• "I'm not just browsing": MATE IT'S NOT BLOODY ARGOS LOL

• Why is John so fucking cocky? Like we get you're an adrenaline junkie but Jesus XD

• JOHN BAMF WATSON IS HERE GUYS

• "Nope, just used to a better class of criminal": truth

• "Arse end of the universe with the scum of the earth": Jooooohn be nice

• Sherlock just so casual like " Oh HIIIII"

• "They're havin' a fight": Oh, like..... a married couple....?

• "WEll NoT nOW": we stan a queen XD

• "Alright Shezza?": *John and Mary Watson, Mycroft, Mrs Hudson, Molly and NSY have joined the chat*

• MOLLY YAAAAAAAS QUEEN PUT HIM IN HIS FACE

• "Just. Stop it."

• They are so concerned and Sherlock can't see it and I CAN'T

• "Just some guy" Sherlock: JOHN YOU DIDN'T *is suddenly more in love than ever*

• Sherlock: *hears what he sounds like* *ROLLS EYES*

• Billy knows what's going ON

• "Hang on, weren't there other people?"

• "I've got Mrs Hudson on semi-permanent mute"

• "Why do you do that": IT'S BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU

• "Cross-dressing may have been a wiser path for you": Mycroft your uncle was a bloody QUEEN

• "foR GOD'S SAKE"

John: oh deary me

• The mardy lil "I'm just gonna sit in this chair"

• MYCROFT STOP TATTLING ON YOUR BROTHER

• Also the Holmes parents line dance: I feel like this fact is super underrated XD

• "Just look frightened and. Scuttle": I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

• "I think we'd both find that embarrassing": THE FACT THIS WAS AN IMPROVISATION MARTIN IS SUCH A FAB ACTOR

• "Okay, I'll let you know if I notice"

• "Don't appall me when I'm high": genuinely one of my favourite lines of the entire series

• "God no. Trying to recruit you": Sherlock knows his John so weeeeelllll

• "Stay out of my bedroom" John: *immediately goes for the bedroom*

• JANINE HEYYYYYYYYY

• "Sherl.....": John is having a fucking field day with the nicknames

• John's confused little face XD XD

• "You have a girlfriend" "Yes I have" *JOHN WATSON CANNOT COMPUTE*

• Damn they're starting with the aquarium shit early

• "You got that from a book" "Everyone got that from a book"

• I'm sorry but Sherlock Holmes acting straight it the weirdest thing EVER

• "Maybe I will....": OH GOD. If she knows "what he's really like" (ie gay), then she also knows how much he loves John (she was at the wedding), so she's basically saying "I'll tell him you're in love with him"

• John: OH YES. THIS. THIS IS SOME NICE CEILING. MMM. GOOD CEILING

• John is so hung up on dinner XD

• "With wine.... and sitting....": I love the idea that when Sherlock eats, he just walks around like munching on shit. Like John used to get out of the shower and when he opened the bathroom door Sherlock would be standing there rocking on his heels eating a scotch egg XD

• "It's in the fridge, it kept ringing": me as an adult

• John just being so armed

• OH GOD SHERLOCK YOU'RE SO DAMAGED LIKE SO MANY PRESSURE POINTS

• BITCH DON'T BRING UP REDBEARD

• Oi listen Magnussen you little bitch

• NO PLEASE DON'T

• Shut UP Magnussen: as a Brit I cannot condone what the fuck he's saying. I AM A PROUD BRIT

• WHYYY

• WHYYYYYYY ARE YOU PEEING IN THE FUCKING FIREPLACE: this is why Moriarty was better, the sweetie had manners

• "How do you know his schedule?" "Because I do"

• The fact that Sherlock's checked with Mary if John is available XD

• CAM news: OMG THE CAM LETTER FROM S3E2, it makes sense nowwww

• Sherlock is so good at pick-pocketing

• "...your head kicked in." "Do we really need so much colour?" "It passes the time"

• I'M SORRY HIS CUTE LIL FACE WITH THE RING BOOOXXXXX

• I am fully convinced Sherlock was pretending Janine was John when he made the proposal

• SHERLOCK YOU CAN'T GET ENGAGED TO BREAK INTO A FUCKING OFFICE

• SHERLLL BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS NOT HUMAN ERROR, PLS GET SOME SELF ESTEEM

• "Bit rude, I just proposed to her"

• Sherlock immediately knows something's going on

• "...white supremacist so who cares?": SHERLOCK YAAAAS

• "During our own burglary" aka "really u idiot"

• The fact he immediately dismisses Mary: HE'S SO SWEET HE DOESN'T WANT TO RUIN JOHN'S HAPPINESS

• OH MY GOD THE REVEAAAAAAAAAL

• That moment when he realised. He just realises. The deductions he ignored: they could have helped her

• NO MARY YOU SHOT HIM WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS

• I'M SORRY BUT SAYING YOU'RE SORRY DOESN'T RIGHT THIS

• The sirens: again, as I said, the way this episode is made is incredible

• People often remark on who turns up in his mind palace: I totally agree with the idea that the others are his heart, "and you should never let it rule your head"

• SHERLOCK CALLING HIMSELF STUPID IN HIS MIND PALACE OH SWEETIE NO

• The fact Anderson is there tho

• THE FACT THAT EVEN THE FLOWERS TILT JESUS THE DETAIL

• "Don't go into shock, obviously": woooooooow, thanks Mycroft

• Oh Redbeard, the sweet little dog: "They're putting me down too now"

• Oh come on, he was totally looking for John's room when he ran into Mary

• NO NOT THE PADDED ROOM

• You don't understand: I actually can't watch this scene. It freaks me out so much. It's so sad, and the acting is SO GOOD.

• "Pain. Heartbreak. Loss. Death.": I'm sorry, but isn't that everything Sherlock's been through with John almost?

• Magnussen: dude I ain't telling you who shot him

• "It's raining. It's pouring. Sherlock, is boring. I'm laughing. I'm crying. Sherlock, is dying": JESUS THIS SONG

• "Mrs Hudson will cry. And mummy and daddy will cry. And the woman will cry. And John will cry buckets and buckets. It's him I worry about the most. That wife..... John Watson is definitely in danger": THE FACT THAT THAT MAKES HIM COME BACK; I'm sorry but how can you deny Johnlock after that?? He literally COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD for John Watson. Also, note how he misses off Greg and Molly and Mycroft. He thinks they don't care but they do. They care so much, Sherlock.

• "Oh you're not getting better are you?"

• MARY STOP ACTING ALL FUCKING INNOCENT YOU FUCKING SHOT HIM

• "I'm buying a cottage": I mean why not

• The fact that they're fine with each other after insulting each other XD

• I maintain that Janine is Moriarty's secret sister

• "I have an interview with The One Show and I haven't made it up yet"

• "I know what kind of man you are. We could have been friends": AGAIN she totally knows he's gay

• The fact he's self-punishing by turning the morphine down MY BABY

• The fact Greg just wants a video XD: I still want a Special Features on one of the DVDs of "videos from Greg Lestrade's phone"

• Of COURSE Sherlock's broken out, what else were you expecting John?

• Mycroft's little hand gestures like "off you go peasant": we know you love Greg really Myc

• "...stalked him one night" "foLLOWED"

• YOU, JOHN. HE'S PROTECTING YOU YOU DIPSHIT

• The fact Sherlock went back to Baker Street, BLEEDING INTERNALLY, to put John's chair back <3<3<3

• "A façade. Remind you of anyone?"

• Of course you can't Sherlock XD

• The fact he won the house in a card game with a cannibal XD

• I love this scene. Everything just suddenly makes sense. Everything she's said suddenly has a different meaning

• "You were very slow": BECAUSE HE WAS IGNORING THE WARNING SIGNS SO HE DIDN'T WANT TO UPSET JOHN

• "Even Scotland Yard can get somewhere with that"

• I feel like Sherlock had a little bit of a panic when she pulled the gun out, because he KNOWS that John is sitting there and he can't lose John Watson

• She loves John but he loves John too.... too much man, too much

• She can barely turn: the fact she knows that she may have just lost John forever

• YAAAAS WE'RE AT THE HOLMES' GUYS

• "How is it only 2 o'clock, I am in agony"

• "Is this your laptop, Mycie?" "Upon which depends the security of the free world, yes, and you've got potatoes on it"

• "Am I happy, I haven't noticed?" *gets hit with cracker*

• MRS HOLMES WE STAN A QUEEN

• "Someone's put a bullet in my boy and if I ever find out who I will turn absolutely monstrous": *takes tea to said shooter*

• When the dad is the only sane one XD

• I think even Sherlock's dad can see how much his son is in love with John

• I'm sorry but the entirety of the first bit at the Holmes': I STAN IT GUYS

• "What exactly is the point of you!?"

• "What's going on" "Bloody good question": me in physics

• Jesus Mrs Hudson is right Sherlock does look bloody awful

• "...that's me by the way, hello": HE'S SO PROUD AND IT'S SO SWEET

• "IT WAS MY HUSBAND'S CARTEL, I was just typing"

• The fact he tells him to be calm: Sherlock KNOWS that he needs to calm John down to get this sorted out

• Mary, stop being sarcy with him he's tryna sort it out

• "Because you won't love me when you've finished, and I don't want to see that happen": I mean she's not my favourite but I still feel so sorry for her

• "Look at you two: you should've got married": Sherlock: OH BABY NOT MY GAY ASS

• See, Sherlock SAYS that the reason Mary didn't kill him was because John would be part of the murder investigation, but I think it's because she's already seen what Sherlock's death would do to John: she's seen him crying at the grave, seen him drunk and screaming for Sherlock to come back, seen him unable to even walk past St Barts without seeing Sherlock hitting the ground over and over and over again, and she knows she can't do that to him again

• Paramedics: yo we here

• "She shot you" "ehhhhh mixed messages"

• "The problems are your past are your business. The problems of your future are my privilege": GET YOURSELF A MAN LIKE JOHN WATSON

• "You can mow the sodding lawn from now on": the fact John uses his wife's secret identity to get out of chores is such a mood XD

• When your mother catches you smoking: Mycroft: nope wasn't me Sherlock: *immediately blames his brother*

• "Your loss would break my heart" "what the HELL am I supposed to say to that": brotherly feeeeeeeeeeeels

• "Go and have some more": AWWW YOU LOVE HIM REALLY

• Dr Watson voice is baaaack

• Awwww at least he checks they're all still breathing XD

• "You can imagine the Christmas dinners".... GUYS THE OMENS CAME TRUE

• I love the idea that Sherlock just waltzed into Angelo's like "yo can I have a table", and Angelo DIDN'T EVEN QUESTION what he was wearing or the fact he was hooked up to morphine, just said "yoooo, I got your table sorted" and brought him food XD

• The constant flashbacks in this episode are so effective, cos they really bloody fit in

• "My brother": *literally delivers a drugged Mycroft all wrapped up with a little bow on top* "WELL I DIDN'T LIE"

• "Oh yeah we could be imprisoned for high treason btw": Sherlock stop you idiot

• "But it's Christmas!"

• "WHY WOULD I BRING MY GUN!?!!?!?!" "Coat pocket?" "YES"

• "But look how you care about John Watson": even MAGNUSSEN knows guys

• Awwwww Mycroft's pressure point is Sherlock, that's kinda sweet

• You've gotta admit Magnussen's logic is pretty sound

• "I enjoy it": yeah but you're a sadistic maniac, mate, you don't enjoy normal things

• He must have half the fucking Eden Project in his house XD

• Ooooo THE VAULTS ARE A MIND PALACE: big reveaaaaaaaaaal

• Sherlock's little look down: it's as if he's chastising himself, telling himself he should have know

• "I don't understand" "You should put that on a t-shirt": JOHN WATSON T-SHIRT SAGA #2, PART 1

• "Sherlock do we have a plan?" *silence*

• "I still don't understand" "And there's the back of the t-shirt": JOHN WATSON T-SHIRT SAGA #2, PART 2

• When Magnussen makes John let him flick his face: Sherlock can't even WATCH. He's just standing there, staring at the floor, still questioning why he didn't see it

• I mean I'm sorry but the murderous little glint in Sherlock's eyes when Magnussen is flicking John: he knows there's nothing he can do, but then he also knows what he's about to do. And he knows that John is going to hate it, but it's the only way to keep Mary safe

• THE LOVING LOOK AT JOHN JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T

• "MERRY CHRISTMAS" *bang*: JESUS SHERLOCK NO

• Mycroft sounds so panicked, like "no please don't shoot him"

• "Tell her she's safe now": THEN. That was the moment John realised. The moment he realised who he was really in love with

• All Mycroft can see is his crying, upset and scared little brother AND I CAN'T

• "You know what happened to the other one": OOOOOOO

• "There is no prison where we can incarcerate Sherlock without him causing a riot on a daily basis": dis be true guys

• SHERLOCK MAKES MARY LOOK AFTER JOHN I CAAAAAAN'T

• The fact that all acceptingly walk away, like they know what Sherlock is gonna try to do

• "The game is never over, John. There are just new players": SHERL STOP

• "6 months, my brother estimates. He's never wrong": he KNOWS he's gonna die

• The fact he can't even tell John just shows something, doesn't it

• "John there's something I need to say. Something I've always meant to say but never have. Since it's unlikely that we'll ever meet again, I might as well say it now": we all wanted it. We all wanted him to say it. Even JOHN had the hopeful little look in his eyes....

• "Sherlock is actually a girl's name": BUT HE CHICKENS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND. You can just see the disappointment and upset in his face, even on the plane, knowing that he may not see John again and John still doesn't know

• "Did you miss me?": MORIARTY YES WE STAN A QUEEN

• "You're needed": the lil panic cos he knows his OD isn't gonna work

• "Who needs me" "....England": yeah, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland are screwed XD

#sherlock holmes #sherlock #sherlocks3 #johnlock #his last vow #s3e3 #brain dump #wtf brain #kinda analysis #analysis

[i-think-im-entitled-blog]

The Space Between Us

SUMMARY: Time before John gets married, when John and Sherlock get drunk.

PAIRING: Sherlock x Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff and swearing

“They went drinking?” You goggled at Mrs. Hudson.

“Oh yes. Men usually do that before a wedding.” She poured you tea. “Calms the nerves.”

You shrugged, “I dunno. I always took Sherlock for the heroin type.”

Mrs. Hudson’s sat in across from you at the two seat table. You nodded to her in thanks as she pushed a plate of cookies in front of you.

Mrs. Hudson smiled, “Well you’d be surprised what that man does.”

“Oh I’m not so sure of that anymore.” You sighed, sipping at your teacup.

“In here-” You stopped before finishing.

The two boys each had a yellow piece of paper stuck to their foreheads. John was squatting in front of Sherlock who was sitting in his chair. He had Madonna taped to his forehead. Sherlock had Sherlock Holmes taped to his.

“I’m not even surprised any more.” You rubbed a hand over your face.

“Which one of you is Sherlock Holmes?” The client you just led in asked.

John made a cartoon-ish whistle as he drew his finger up to point at Sherlock’s forehead. Sherlock had a weird grin plastered on his face.

“Holy shit they’re stoned.” You breathed to yourself.

“What?” The woman asked.

“I don’t think this is the best time for a case...”

“Shut up Y/n, we have a client.” Sherlock growled as he faced the woman intently. 

You pulled up a chair for her. She sat.

“I don’t a lot. I mean I don’t date all that much and he seemed nice... you know? We seemed to automatically connected.” 

John was glassy eyed and Sherlock’s eyelids were half shut and his posture was slacked instead of intent and stiff like normal.

“We had one night, dinner.” She looked off into the distance, dreamily, “Such an interesting conversation, it was lovely. To be honest, I would have loved to have gone further, but I thought.... No this is special, let’s take it slowly exchange numbers. He said he’d get in touch and then.... Maybe he wasn’t quite as keen as I was, but I-I just thought at least he’d call to say that we were finished.” Her voice cracked.

You patted her shoulder to be nice. Her mascara was rubbed off which made it seem that she had been crying, but tried to hide it. 

John was half asleep, but Sherlock looked as if he was emotional towards the story instead of thinking it was boring. Sherlock opened his mouth, but didn’t say anything and looked away. He had a pained expression. Emotions?

“I went ‘round there to his flat. No trace of him. Mr. Holmes I honestly think I had dinner with a ghost.” She looked at her shoes.

 Sherlock started to mumble.

“Mr. Holmes?” 

He snored faintly on his folded hands.

“Sherlock.” You said rather loudly.

He jolted awake.

“A ghost Sherlock.” You repeated the woman’s words.

“Boring. Boring. Boring. No fascinating!” He mumbled. “John. John? Wake up. Apologies about my... Rude... Rude!” He scolded John.

You rolled your eyes.

“I checked with the landlord and the man who lived there died.” She went on breathlessly, “Heart attack. And there we are having dinner one week on. And I found this thing online....” 

She reached into her purse and started unfolding a printed paper. “A chat room for, girl’s who think they’re dating men from the spirit world.”

“Don’t worry I’ll find him in ten minuets.” Sherlock stood up wavering slightly.

“You will?” You asked skeptical.

“What’s your dog’s name?” Sherlock asked the woman.

She had no trace of any type of dog on her.

John mumbled, “Yeah, I’ll be there if you want.”

“John wake up.” Sherlock shoved him with one hand. Started to walk past you, “The game is-the game is something.”

“On?” You asked.

“Yes that.” He shouted over his shoulder, pulling John up off his chair.

You stopped him by grabbing his upper arm, “You sure you can handle it?”

“I’m fine.” He slurred.

John and the woman followed Sherlock out of the flat.

Once you were alone and they had shut the door behind them, you sighed. “They’ll be back.”

You face planted onto the couch.

You jerked awake to the sound of your ringtone, “What?” You hissed into it.

“I need you at the station.”

“Greg?” You rubbed your eyes groggily. “Why?”

“I have John and Sherlock in a isolation cell for intoxication and tampering with a crime scene.” Greg sounded giggly.

“I fucking knew it.” You sighed, 

“Can you make it?”

“I’m already on my way.”

You grabbed your coat and rushed out the door to hail a cab.

“They’re in here.” He showed you to the cell.

“Thanks, Greg.” You said fully awake and amped on adrenaline.

“They are both intoxicated and Sherlock was the one who tampered with the crime scene.”

“How so?” You said watching as Sherlock rolled over, back to you and Greg.

“He vomited.” 

“Wow.” You scoffed, “Classy.”

Greg chuckled, “You’re free to take ‘em.” 

He unlocked the cell and stood back for you to enter.

“Can you get us a cab?” You asked.

He nodded and left.

You kneeled next to John and examined his face. It read too many shots and possibly a small fight judging by the bruise under his eye. Sighing you took his arm and slung it over your shoulder, lifting him up.

You grabbed his side and practically dragged him to the cab. He took a few hasty steps on his own. You set him on the far side of the cab and went back for Sherlock.

You watched his face. Stoned, started the fight, and his lips were slightly wet, probably from the vomit. You wiped them away with your sleeve.

He rolled onto his stomach at the touch.

“Sherlock.” You groaned.

“No.” He mumbled into the stone slab of a bed. He nose was smashed against the cold metal from the weight of his head.

“Come here.”

“No.”

You reached under his chest and hauled him into a sitting position. 

“No.”

“I’m taking you back to our flat.” You informed him.

You rolled your eyes as you slung his arm over you shoulder and slid your hand around to support his waist.

He had a childish grin on his face. He squirmed away from your hand around his waist into you, “That tickles.”

You almost choked on your words, “What?!”

He tugged again.

“Stop!” You warned as you both wavered on the spot. 

Once his grip slackened, you continued to walk. He slurred to the right, forcing you to grip his waist to keep him upright.

He flinched and tugged again at your hand with a stupid grin.

You finally made it to the cab and helped him get into the middle seat. You ducked out from under the roof to find Greg, hands in his pockets, waiting next to you.

“Thanks again.” You mumbled to Greg.

“I can’t even be surprised anymore.” Greg said sighing at the sight of Sherlock.

“Funny... I said the same thing when I heard he and John were bar hopping.” You said leaning against the cab door.

“But one thing still does surprise me...”

“Oh yeah what’s that?” 

“It’s how you’re so close to Sherlock even though he’s a psychopath.” He said.

“High functioning sociopath.” You corrected.

“My god he’s rubbing off on you.” 

“You learn a few things if you’re willing.” You nudged him with your elbow, “And thanks.”

“For what?”

“Telling me about them being here.” 

“You are his emergency contact.” He chuckled at your surprised expression. “And of course I figured that Mrs. Hudson wouldn’t come running.”

“Oh I think she would. She’s pretty bad ass.” You grinned at him. John groaned from inside the cab, and you looked back at the two pityingly. “We should go.”

“Yeah.” Greg chuckled and waved as he walked back into the station.

You sat next to Sherlock. It was a tight squeeze, so your hips were touching. You gave the cabbie the address and cash, then settled in for the ride.

About two minuets later, Sherlock shifted. You glanced over just in time to watch as he shifted to lean comfortably on you instead of crushing John against the window.

You’re face went red, and you held you breath. There was a bump in the road, and he just snuggled closer, “Warm...”

“You are beyond stoned.” You murmured, as his arms curled between your arms and your body, pulling your arm against his chest tightly.

“I can’t figure you out....” He mumbled drunkenly, “Never could. Never can....”

“Do you have a good memory when you’re drunk?” You questioned.

“You...” He peered at you from your shoulder with big eyes. He seemed to give up, “a question mark.” He drew one next to your face then poked your nose. “Boop.”

“You’re gunna regret all of this.” You told the window as 221B rolled into view.

You opened the cab door and slid out from under Sherlock. You caught him before he fell out of the cab. “John!” 

John shook awake, “Wha-?”

“Get up and get inside.” You called over Sherlock’s body. 

“You need any help?” He groaned stumbling out.

“Nope.” And with a grunt, you lifted Sherlock into a bridal style hold. Sherlock curled up against you, making himself easier to carry.

“Door.” You mumbled. John opened it for you.

You walked in and stopped at the stairs, “Shit.”

John hurried up the stairs, and thankfully left the door open. You set Sherlock softly down on the couch.

You fell to your knees in front of it and rested your head against the couch, so it was on the same cushion that Sherlock’s head was too.

You heard John’s door slam shut.

You could hear Sherlock’s breathing. The smell of alcohol was wafting from his breath. You opened your eyes to see his face was inches from yours. You saw his face for the first time completely relaxed and some what peaceful.

You felt the responsibility to carry him to his bed, but the overwhelming sense of tiredness overpowered that need, so you closed them again.

“Thank you.” 

Your eyes snapped open to see Sherlock staring into your eyes.

“For what?” You mumbled. Too late. He already made a drunken grin and had fallen back asleep. “Damn it Sherlock.”

It was pitch black. Something had hold your waist.

You freaked out and adrenaline poured into your veins. You hyperventilated and ripped at your waist.

“Shh....”

Sherlock.

You automatically calmed from the sound of his sleepy voice and realized you were still on the ground and it was Sherlock’s hands around your waist. You tried to continue to breath normally to calm yourself.

“What are you doing?” You hissed.

“I’m cold.” 

“I can get you a blanket-” but he had already pulled you onto the couch and pulled you close to his body. 

You hesitated out of shock, but eventually snuggled against him. His arms hugged around your middle. You placed your arms on top of his.

Now you felt his hot breath on your neck. Still drunk? You shrugged to yourself and settled back into sleep.

You woke to find yourself curdled under a woolly blanket on the couch you had left Sherlock on. Sunlight was streaming inside between the moth eaten curtains. You could see the golden streams reflecting off the dust particles.

“Up?” Sherlock poked his into the room from the kitchen.

“What happened?” You asked, sitting up and pulling the blanket over your shoulders. You yawned trying to remember what had happened with you ending up on the couch.

“You fell asleep next to the couch and I thought it would be more comfortable for you there.” He said quickly walking back into the kitchen.

“When did you put me on the couch?” You stood and walked into the kitchen dragging the blanket behind you. 

“When I awoke.”

“When was that?” 

“About....” He didn’t answer.

“You didn’t...” You gawked at him.

“I was cold and your body heat was more sufficient than mine. My natural instinct, even when intoxicated, was to provide for myself.” He said quickly.

You placed your hands on your hips and stared, “Oh yeah.... you dragged me onto the couch with you. I remember now.”

“Yes I thought I had just explained that.”

“You’re wearing the same thing as last night...” You gasped, “Why the hell is your hair like that?!”

“I didn’t-!”

“Ok good.” You turned and casually opened the fridge.

“Why-?”

“Because I didn’t want to ask directly... and I wanted a quick answer.” You answered. “Eyeballs again really?... I was hungry.” You picked up the jar and turned to examine a faded green one. The you set it back down.

You turned and leaned against the counter reveling in the pride of rendering Sherlock Holmes speechless.

“You came to the station as soon as Lestrade called.”

Shit he does remember even when he’s drunk. “Yeah, so? And why am I your emergency contact?”

”You were the only person who is capable to fill the position.”

“Right.”

“You said that I would regret something in the cab.”

“So?”

“What did you mean?”

“I believe you told me and John once.” You pretended to think, “Love is... oh right, a human error.”

“What were you implying. You knew I was intoxicated, and you obviously knew that-Were you implying that phrase to yourself?” He tilted his head.

“I don’t believe I was.” You smirked. “You know you don’t just make shit up when your stoned right? If you didn’t feel a certain way you wouldn’t have had me as your emergency contact. Or in the cab you would’ve continued to lean on John. Or you would’ve just woken me to get you a blanket.”

He actually genuinely grinned. “Boring.”

You rolled your eyes. His favorite adjective for you. That’s all he ever said about you was, boring.

“Thanks.” Sarcasm dripped off your word. You felt a sinking feeling that proved that love was indeed a ‘human error’.

You turned and was about to go for a cabinet, but two hands grabbed your waist and turned you back around. You sucked in a breath as Sherlock’s face was two inches from yours.

“I meant the space between us.”

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What’s your favourite musical? rocky horror and I looove Joseph and the technicolor dream coat lmfao

How do you get to sleep? idek anymore 

What happened at the last party you went to? cant see I’ve been to a party reccently cause no one has them lmao but i was out at this club last week and its was the drunkest I’ve been in a while cause I never know when to fucking stop with the tequila, i took selfies with drag queens and a dude at the kebab shop :))

Have you ever smoked a cigarette? yeah

What’s your hair like at this present moment? getting it cut on friday cause my fringe is too long but its just long and dark brown with a straight across fringe 

Are you more comfortable sitting or lying down? lying down, always

What’s the worst film you’ve ever seen? omg one time I watched this movie on the horror channel called Dear God No and it was fucking WILD 

Are you and untidy person? I mean my room gets messy but thats just cause i have too many clothes 

Have you ever been a fan of*NSYNC? no but bye bye bye is a BOP

Do you watch a lot of Television? not really tbh I only keep on top of one tv show but i always find myself watching tv super late at night when i get home from work 

Do you think you’re fat sometimes? meh not really I mean i’m a lil chubby tho 

Do you like to flex your muscles? lmao no

Do you think you’ll ever get plastic surgery? nah probably not but when I was younger I used to always say I was gonna get an eye lift cause i don’t want wrinkly ass eyes lmao

Have you ever completely misunderstood what someone was saying? all the damn time 

Favourite kind of cake? cake 

Was it a boy or girl to text you last? girl 

Name something you are doing tomorrow? working, as per 

Do you sleep on your stomach? yeah I guess so 

Where are you going to be at 4PM tomorrow? getting ready to go to work

Last time you saw fireworks, with whom&where? I wanna say NYE but i feel like I’ve seen them since then 

Are you missing someone? Don’t think so

Do you like horror or comedy? hmu with both

Who did you last share a taxi with?  probably with greg and adam, after a night out 

Dogs or cats? dogs but I do love cats 

What were you doing at 12 this afternoon? still in my bed :))

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? very unlikely 

What’s your favourite season? Why? autumn

When was the last time you did something you knew was wrong? probs today

Did you have any unread messages when you woke up this morning? uhh I think so, I had snapchats to open so I guess 

Who was the last person you hugged? my mum 

When was the last time you cried? tonight cause i shut the grill door on my fingers lmaoo 

Who was driving the last time you were in a car? a guy I work with

Does any part of your body hurt right now? backs a lil sore 

Do you like your bed? my fav place 

Have you ever broken someone’s heart? hopefully not 

When did you last talk to your brother or sister? I haven’t spoke to my older bother in over two years and we have no plans to change that 

Do you ever want to know which person you are going to marry? hmmm idk 

How much cash do you have on you? I had like £12 on me I found two fives in my jeans!!

Are you tanned? lmao no my skin is against the sun 

Did you get any compliments today? nope

Have you ever gone to court? yeah

Do you get jealous easily? not really 

Would you ever want to swim with the sharks? Yea!

What are you going to do do on saturday? work woohoooooo :l

What is in your back pocket? I don’t have any trousers on rn lol

What were you doing at 3AM this morning? I Think I was still awake 

What do you usually do first in the morning? check my phone

Are you good at math? no I failed that at school and dropped it completely lol

Any plans for friday night? get my hair done then go out to get drunk :)

Do you have a little crush on someone? nooo 

How old is the last person you kissed? 23/24 I feel bad for not remembering 

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? cause we kept hooking up I guess ?? 

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The Story of Us, a Viclock fanfiction for Valentine’s Day

My and Victor’s story ended as a tragedy.

Which is a shame since I really thought he was ‘the one’.

But then again, we were young and about to go our separate ways: uni was going to end six months into our relationship, and we had been officially labelled as an ‘item’ only two months prior.

I think it was just us parting ways that made things fizzle out into nothing. We tried long distance, but we quickly discovered weren’t cut out for that sort of life. We were too busy to sit and talk over the phone, or even send a text. I had spent the years after uni with my main phone mostly switched off, trying to get my Master’s in Criminology with little to no distractions.

Maybe it was my fault as much as Victor’s for our relationship coming to an abrupt end.

Actually, now that I think about it, we had never actually ended the relationship. We didn’t talk to each other and say ‘I think we’re not working, maybe it’d be best to end things.’ All we did was… stop talking. So technically we’ve been in a relationship for nine years.

Nine years.

It’s been nine whole years without Victor by my side, there to support me whenever I need him to. Nine whole years without Victor showing me that he cared

And I’m thinking about all of this on Valentine’s Day. Fantastic. Way to go, Sherlock. Making yourself feel lonely as hell on the day that’s meant to be filled with love.

At least I can celebrate with Mrs Hudson as her technical son (My life is just filled with technicalities.) and the familial love I share with her. At least I’m not completely alone.

I sit in my chair, a glass of wine clutched in my hand, my phone sat face up on the desk next to me. I will it to ping so it’ll take me away from this living hell, away from missing Victor, away from wishing I wasn’t so alone.

Even a text from Greg telling me he’d found a case that’s rated a one will be welcome at this point.

I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here for. I empty and refill my glass over and over for hours on end.

It’s only when Mrs Hudson comes into the living room and sees the half empty bottle and whisks it away that I finally set the glass down. I lay my head in my hands, the alcohol starting to kick in only half a notch. With my experience on drugs, it’s going to take more than three quarters of a bottle of wine to get me slightly tipsy.

That’s when it happens.

My phone rings and I jump because I don’t expect it to. Greg would have texted if he needed me.

The screen flashes: Unknown Number.

But it’s not ‘unknown’. Unsaved, yes. But I know this number all too well.

Victor.

Before I can think about what I’m doing, before I can weigh up the pros and cons, I answer the call.

Victor?’ I answer breathlessly.

I can almost see the smile plastered on his face. ‘Sherry?’ His voice breaks on the second syllable.

My heart bursts with affection at the old pet name, with elation, with guilt, and I’m sure that if I wasn’t sitting down, I’d have sunk to my knees.

‘Oh Vic! You called!’ I exclaim.

‘Yeah. I did. You answered,’ he shoots back ruefully.

‘Yeah. I did.’ I try to get my muscles to relax, but it doesn’t happen. ‘I’m so sorry, Vic,’ I whisper. ‘I didn’t want it to end so suddenly.’

He laughs slightly. ‘Hey, don’t worry ‘bout it. It was my fault as much as it was yours, Sherry, lo—’ He pauses. ‘Sherry.’

I smile sadly. I don’t realise how much I’ve missed his terms of endearment until he stops himself from using one.

‘I guess so,’ I shrug. ‘Hey, are you going to be in London anytime soon?’

He chuckles. ‘I’m in London now. I’m sitting outside Speedy’s Café right this second.’

‘I wish I could—wait. Did you say Speedy’s Café?’

‘Yeah,’ he clarifies. ‘On Baker Street. You know it?’

My heart starts racing. ‘I can do better than knowing it. I live on the same damn street. I’ll meet you there in five.’ I tell him as I stand quickly, the blood rushing to my head and almost tipping me over.

I hear him giggle. ‘Oh okay. Well then it’s a date.’

And then he’s cut the call.

I run into my room and fling open my wardrobe, swapping my everyday suit jacket and waistcoat and for ones I wear at the minimal number of occasions I’m invited to once in a blue moon. I glance at the mirror, running a hand through my hair, trying to get it to look at least somewhat presentable. I curse myself for not bothering to shave this morning, though Victor’s voice rings in my ear: I like the scruff. It suits you.

With a newfound smile, I swing on my Belstaff. I forgo my gloves and stuff my phone into my trouser pocket.

I stop a second to take a deep breath, doing my best to calm my shaking nerves. I take one last look in the mirror and leave the flat.

I run down the stairs, yelling, ‘Mrs Hudson! I’m going out!’ I don’t wait for her reply before slamming the door shut.

I pause outside the doorway, readying myself for what’s to come.

‘Sherlock!’ I hear a familiar voice call.

I turn to my left and my mouth hangs open.

Victor’s standing by a table in his long, brown trench coat. The sun casts its light onto his blond hair, giving it a sort of silvery hue. His smile outshines the sun itself.

I smile brightly as I walk to him. He meets me halfway and we stand there, unmoving, not speaking. The silence between us is deafening, unlike any other silence I’ve ever heard, even though there’s the chatter of the other customers and passers by.

All our memories flash across my eyes and I wonder if our parting had the same ‘it’s killing me’ effect on him as it did me.

And then his arms are around my shoulders as he buries his face in my the crook of my neck. Suddenly we’re both crying, crying tears of joy at seeing each other after such a long time, tears of anguish at the thought of all our wasted time.

‘Oh Sherry, I’ve missed you so much!’ he mutters between tears.

I sniff. ‘I’ve missed you too, Vic. I’ve missed you more. I’m so sorry. So, so, so sorry.’

Victor pulls back slightly, resting his hands on my shoulders. ‘It’s not just your fault, Sherlock. I played a part in this too. A relationship needs two to work – or to be fucked up in fact.’ He grins.

‘Maybe,’ is the reply that I give him.

In all honesty, I’d blamed Victor for this for such a long time that it was hard to share the blame now that I’d taken full responsibility for it.

‘Listen, let me buy you a coffee and we’ll go for a walk and talk, yes?’ he asks, his hand trailing and stopping at my upper arm.

If he’s willing to jump straight to the intimate physical contact then maybe he’ll be willing to try out our relationship again?

‘Okay. Thank you.’

He smiles, giving my arm a light squeeze and then turns to the direction of the café.

‘I tried calling you once I got settled at my new flat but you never answered,’ Victor tells me forlornly.

We’ve relocated to the park and are now sitting at the bottom of the big tree at the back of the field.

‘I know,’ I sigh, not meeting his eyes. ‘I’m sorry. My phone had been off so I could concentrate on my Master’s and when I turned it on and saw your numerous attempts at calling, I thought it was too late. I was sure that someone else had captured your heart.’

‘There was no someone else,’ he confirms.

I’m in the middle of a sip of coffee when his sentence ends. It’s all I can do not to spit it out. After I swallow (with a lot of concentration) I look at him, my brow raised.

‘You’re kidding,’ I state bluntly.

He shakes his head, smiling gently as he does so. ‘Nope. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.’

As much as I love you.

‘You said that in the present tense. As in you still love me.’ My heart rate speeds up once again. It’s not a question.

‘Don’t you see, Sherry?’ he whispers as he turns his upper body to face me. ‘I do still love you. I never stopped loving you.’

His hand travels up to my cheek and I note the softness of his skin against mine and the electric touch and oh, I’ve missed this.

‘I still love you too, Vic,’ I murmur as I lean in.

Our lips touch softly, as if scared that this is all a dream. I pull myself up onto my knees as my right arm wraps around his shoulders, pulling him closer. My left hand seeks his and I grip it as if my life depends on it. His hand journeys up to my hair, burying itself into my curls.

Things are going much better than I thought they would.

The story of us looks a lot like a victory now.

The end.

Yup. Swiftie is my muse lately. So anyway, I’m not really in a Valentine’s Day mood because of... events, but I thought I could do my bit to cheer the world up. Adding tags: @love-in-mind-palace @worlds-in-my-mind @one-thousand-splendid-stars (I really hope you get to read this, Mimi), @shag-me-senseless-watson, @thepurplecarbuncle, @thepersonalblogofsh

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It’s 1:45 in the morning when the midnight premiere of Bloodbath University 3 lets out, the credits rolling and playing the final, cheesy score. Teenagers out way past curfew shuffle out of the theater and past the merch stands where shirts displaying the killer’s mugshot are on display. Rare stuff. Most killers only get facial composite merchandise.

Jason wraps his arm around Sidney and strolls past the stand without looking, laughing a little bit.

“For a movie that claims to be based on a true story, there was a lot of impossible physics going on in there,” he states, sounding pretty unimpressed.

“Well, everyone knows Greg McGowan only killed six people. The last two movies have only been speculation,” Sidney answers back, brushing her hair over her ear and scooting up against him in the cold. She doesn’t seem too enthusiastic about it, though.

“Speculation that McGowan would become superhuman if he didn’t get caught?” He asks, and Sidney laughs and shoves him a little. “These guys should stop speculating and get back to real horror.”

“This is real horror,” Sidney argues, as they walk through the parking lot together, squinting into the dark for their car. “As real as it gets, anyways.”

“But it’s not genuine horror! It’s just cheesy shock horror. No producers even care about it, they just know it’ll make money.”

“It’s just scary knowing that these things can really happen, dude.”

“What’s so scary about a real person? You can stop a real person.” Jason fishes his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the car. “If I didn’t have to have you home by 2:30, I’d invite you to come watch It Follows. That’s some real scary horror.”

“You’re such a dweeb, Jason,” Sidney teases as she pulls open the car door.

“I’m not a dweeb, I’ve just got good taste.” They both climb into the car and buckle their seatbelts.  

When he turns the key, the radio comes to life with the familiar buzzy message of some forgettable radio DJ saying ‘the bodies of two Massachusetts high schoolers were found in the Merrimack River. Police suspect it is the work of the newest celebrity killer…’

Jason turns the radio off.  

Just as he glances over his shoulder to reverse, he catches a glint of something.

And that something is pointed at his head in a split second. His heart skips a beat.

“Ah, I-” He starts to say something, but what would he even say? One hand jumps to the door’s handle.

“Stay still, four eyes,” the stranger hisses under his breath, Jersey accent prominent even through the harsh whisper. “One peep from either of you and this car’s getting a brain matter makeover.”

There’s a silent tension in the car for a minute. Jason considers the consequences of running. Throw the door open, duck. The man’s right there. Shit, he’s still buckled. He could shoot Sidney. Shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He exhales, shaky and slow, moving his hand back to the steering wheel.

“What do you want, man?” His voice sounds so much less steady than he wishes it was. “I’ve got- I mean, I don’t have much on me but I can give you my wallet, or-”

“I want you to drive.”

“I- Our parents are really expecting us back home, I really need to-”

He hits the butt of the gun against the back of one of the headrests and Sidney jumps, yelps. Jason realizes suddenly that she’s shaking, breaths coming out sobby.

“You really need to fucking drive,” the guy hisses, not missing a beat. Jason nods, mutters ‘okay, okay’ and backs out of the space, making a beeline towards the exit. The entire time, he tries to draw on what he knows about these people, tries to think of a way to distract the killer, or at least get Sidney out - and Sidney’s full on sobbing, now, hands covering her mouth to try and keep the noise inside.

Jason feels like he should be crying. There’s a lot to cry about. He’s never going to go to junior prom with Sid, now, for one, and he’ll never get to finish his short film, or apply to colleges and finally get away from his well-meaning parents’ watchful eyes. When he tries to force himself to emote, to react, to get angry, to tell this guy to fuck off and kill him or stop playing games, to sob and beg for his life, nothing happens.

“Turn left here,” the guy snaps. Jason obeys.

“Where are we going?” Sidney sniffles, muffled from hands still pressed over her mouth.

“You’ll find out, won’t you?” The guy sounds smug at that, jabs his gun against her cheek and chuckles under his breath when she jumps. “Fuckin’ A. You two are perfect.”

Jason and Sidney say nothing, which prompts the guy to wave his gun around as he continues. “I mean, honestly. Nerdy couple leaving a midnight showing of a bad horror movie? Wow. That’s just asking for someone to kill you. I bet you two didn’t even watch the movie, you were so busy feeling each other up, huh?” Jason cringes, and the guy laughs. “Obviously. Breaking all the rules. Taking you out of the gene pool is going to do us all a favor. Isn’t that right, kid? Hope your last makeout session was worth it. Turn right here.”

Jason doesn’t object. He glances in his mirror, but no one seems to be there - no cars, at least. The imposing figure of the murderer is taking up most of his vision, swimming behind his eyes when he blinks.

It’s him and Sidney alone against this guy.

They’re not going to make it.

“Is that what you’re going for?” Jason glances at the guy in the mirror, trying to remember his face, details, important for the police. As if they’d care. “You want to kill us to - to expunge us from society, to fix something? Or are you just another fame-hungry idiot who thinks two people is going to make him one of the big boys-”

The butt of the gun is slammed against his headrest with such ferocity that Jason’s head jerks forward, and he lets out a yelp. Sidney is crying again, little breathless sobs. The guy leans close to Jason’s ear, like they’re kids sharing secrets. He laughs again, soft, almost genuine sounding.

“You think you two are my first ones? God, begging for death and stupid, too. Kid, I’m going to fuck you up so bad the only way they’ll ever know it’s you is the teeth. Go through into the park, or I’ll shoot your whiny date.”

He shuts up and follows the order, driving into the national park, mouth turning dry as he does. His eyes flicker around, searching for any sign of hope, trying to come up with any plan of escape. Part of him wants to hit the gas as hard as he can. Would this guy really shoot the driver? Maybe. He could probably get a hold of the wheel. That’d endanger Sidney, too. He swallows hard.

“I love dragging you pathetic fucks out to these kinds of places. I can make you scream loud as I want and no one’s going to show up.” He does that low chuckle again, resting his hand on Sidney’s seat.

“Oh, God,” Sidney sobs, wiping her face on her sleeve. The back of Jason’s eyes burn, but there’s still some sort of disconnect. He’s thinking of the scene in Bloodbath University 2 where the main character and her boyfriend are driving through the woods when they realise that Greg McGowan is in the backseat, and instead of sitting there pathetically thinking about how they can’t cry, they fight back, they hit him where it hurts. Jason knows he isn’t strong, but Sidney did some running - maybe she can -

“Stop here,” the killer snaps, gripping his shoulder, and Jason damn near jumps out of his skin, hitting the brakes quick enough to make Sidney lurch.

Middle of nowhere. No one else. He tries to think, can he reach his cell phone? Somehow communicate to Sidney to text someone? He can’t even make out any notable features that would let someone find them in time. They’re in such a small space. The killer would hear.

“Turn off the car and kill the lights.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Jason says, before his brain can stop him.

“You’re right. I don’t have to. I want to. That’s what makes it fun. Are you thick or somethin’?” His gun disappears into his waistband and hope taunts Jason for a second before he pulls out a knife.

Jason remembers the PSAs and school lessons given about strangers before everything became so fucked up, but only barely. What’s he supposed to do? Play along and not make them angry, take your chances to run, find help. Great deal of help any of that is.

The man scoots up between the two of them, one knee pressed into the center console, arm thrown over the back of Sidney’s seat. He smells like sweat and slaughterhouse.

Jason suddenly feels claustrophobic. He reaches down to try to unbuckle, but the killer has the knife pressed underneath his chin in an instant.

“Nope. Don’t do nothing unless I tell you to.”

“Or what, you’ll kill me?” Jason asks, defiant, voice wavering anyways. He regrets it when the stranger laughs, cold and cruel. Jason thinks he’s starting to remember this guy’s face from a recent news report. A killer confident enough to not wear a mask.

“You got a big mouth, kid,” he states, bringing the knife up to the corner of his lips. “Maybe I should cut your tongue out and watch you choke on your blood. How about that?”  

Jason turns his head away, just slightly, watching this guy out of the corner of his eyes, now.  

“What do you think, missy?” He asks, leaning over into Sidney’s space, and moving his hand to grab her by the hair, roughly. “You think he’d be as brave with a stump in his mouth?”

“Don’t touch her!” Jason snaps, anger taking over that growing fear for a second.

The amusement falls out of the killer’s expression and he presses his mouth into a thin line.

“Alright, you’re eager to get started, I see. Let’s get going, then. Who should I carve up first?” He points the knife at Jason. “Eenie…” Then to Sidney. “Meenie, mini, mie-” and he pulls Sidney up against him, knife to her throat. “You get to watch your girlfriend die.”

A few scraping and cracking noises come from outside.

The killer pauses, looking around while keeping his grip on Sidney.

“You two were at the movies alone, right?” He hisses. Jason doesn’t know whether it’s the smart thing to lie, here.

“Maybe someone followed us,” Jason mutters vaguely, and can’t stop himself from feeling a little hopeful.

The killer reaches over and unlocks Sidney’s door and undoes her belt buckle, before pushing her at the door, changing his grip to Jason.

“Go check it out.” He pats his hip with his knife-wielding hand, real quick. “Don’t even think about running.”

Then the cold metal is back against Jason’s neck and he watches Sidney stumble out of the car, shaking, clutching herself in the cold.

For a few minutes she walks around, careful, checking the area. Then she starts to approach again.

“There’s nothing?” The killer calls to her. She puts her arms up in an ‘I don’t know’ gesture, almost comically casual for the situation. “Then get the fuck back over here.”

She hesitates where she stands, and her eyes flicker to Jason’s. That spark of hope hits again and he mouths ‘go’ before wrapping one arm around the killer at an uncomfortable angle, trying his best to hold the guy while Sidney turns tail and runs. Even if he doesn’t make it out, it’s okay as long as Sidney does.

“Son of a bitch,” the man snaps at him, struggling for a few seconds before slamming his elbow directly into Jason’s face. Jason’s world goes fuzzy and off balance for a few seconds, long enough for the killer to pry himself out of Jason’s arms and go scrambling after Sidney.

Jason sits up and wipes blood from his nose, disoriented, just in time to see the man’s knife disappear into Sidney’s side. Shit. Fuck, fuck.

Another quick glance around. The gun’s on the ground just outside the car. He dropped it. Jason fumbles with his seatbelt, mentally cursing himself, then clambers across the seats.

Sidney is on the ground, now, and he can vaguely hear her yelling at the killer to get off of her.

He grabs the gun and it’s unexpectedly heavy. He’s never even touched one of these before. His hands hesitate it as he tries to- where’s the safety?

Sidney screams.

Jason looks up. A large figure in black, with a stark, white bird mask is approaching from the brush. By the time the killer’s head jerks up to look, a machete is already sunk in. Jason can see the blood go flying. Bile rises in his throat.

“Sorry about that,” a harsh, mechanically distorted voice says from within the mask. They plant one foot on the now-dead killer’s shoulder and yank the blade out, then let his corpse slump onto Sidney.

“Sidney!” Jason calls, with new fear, getting to his feet and running over.

He lifts the gun and points it at the… birdface, arms shaking, in no way aiming steadily. “Step away from her or- or I’ll-”

They turn fully to look at him and, with no hesitance, step forward and take the gun from him, almost gently. “Don’t hold a gun if you don’t know how to shoot it.”

Jason and Sidney both stare, dumbfounded.

“You two need to be more careful,” they state, as they push the killer’s corpse over with their foot.

“I- we didn’t exactly ask to be targeted!” Jason states, disbelieving.

The cloaked figure stoops to dig around in their the corpse’s pockets.

“What are you doing?!”

They pull out the killer’s cellphone.

“Getting you two help. She’s injured. You’re in shock.”

“But you-” Recollection colors Jason’s face for a second. A series of news reports. “Oh my God. You’re- you’re the fucking Plague Doctor.”

They ignore him as they dial 911. Jason can hear the voice over the line, if only barely.

“911 Operator, what’s your emergency?”

“Got a fresh one for you.”

There’s a clatter and some frantic murmuring on the other side of the line. Jason kneels down to Sidney’s side, quietly comforting her, helping her put pressure on the wound.

“There’s an injured survivor out here, too. You’d better hurry. They’re at the west end of the national park.” They hang up before the operator can get another word out, and drop the phone back on the corpse.

Jason is busy brushing a now-bloody hand through Sidney’s hair, murmuring that they’re going to get help, when he notices the Plague Doctor starting to walk away.

“Wh- Where are you going?!” He calls. “You’re just going to leave us?”

They continue to walk.

“Will you- I- who are you?”

There’s a moment’s pause before they answer, “I’m the cure.”

Then they slip into the woods.

What a melodramatic fuck.

#chapter 1 #a disease like you spreads #adlys #gif /