I was tagged by @nctreacting a few times for the bias selfie tag, i think that’s what its called? But yes thank you Flo for tagging me, and sorry it took me so long to do this bc i’m a shy bean. I mean idk, i guess this is my face? I can’t choose one bias because i’m a hoe like that, so i’d like to take this opportunity to sandwich myself in between my two biases Jaehyun and Ten.
Well you guys are in for a surprise here. @joshdunslipring and I are working on a collab all based around vampire/business man Brendon. Here is your first part <3
Brendon downs the small glass of whiskey in his hand, the ice clinking softly as he lowers the glass back down to the bar, his eyes scan the room, he loves owning the casino, but he hated these big fancy parties. Some big business awards had been held in the arena at the casino, meaning that, naturally, the after party was being held in the main casino, the whole thing, closed down and reserved for the award ceremonies’ attendants.
Half of the attendants in question were stuffy, middle aged businessmen and millionaires, all with either their trophy wives, some even had women who were blatantly escorts, hanging off of their arms and laughing at their terrible jokes. The other half of the room, well that’s a little more complicated, the other half were vampires, not the kind you see in the movies, that sleep in coffins and live in manor houses in the wilderness, relatively normal people, if you discount the blood drinking. The money and success of his business were incredible, he could do what he wanted, look after his family, owned several properties, jetting away whenever he saw fit to whatever exotic place he pleased. But this culture wasn’t his scene at all, for a start, he’s far younger than most of these people, as well as not being a total, business minded drone, he liked to have fun and enjoy himself.
He was just got free of a very long winded, very boring conversation about the current market, feeling the cold whiskey in his glass leave that pleasant warmth in his throat, scanning the room for anyone who might be a little more interesting to talk to. His eyes finally fall on you, standing on the other side of the bar, clad in a floor length deep red dress, the top lacey and slim fitted and the back dipping low, exposing most of your back, the skirt of the dress flowing gracefully. He tries to pull his eyes away but can’t, the way your hair falls around your shoulders and the deep red lipstick on your lips matches your dress so perfectly. Unable to refrain any longer, he saunters over to you gracefully, leaning on the bar next to you.
“What’ll you have ma’am.” The bartender spoke politely, standing in front of you.
“Anything with your best whiskey in it.” You say with a little smile, Brendon’s eyebrow cocks a little, pulling his lip between his teeth.
“My man here, makes a wonderful Manhattan.” He speaks up, making you turn your head to face him and damn he’s even more attracted to you up close.
“Is that so? I guess I’ll have to try it then.” You say with a little smirk, leaning forward on the bar and reaching into your purse to get some money.
“No need, darlin’ I’ve got this. Charlie put all of this gorgeous womans’ drinks on me.” He winks, lips lifting into a grin that is far too attractive for his own good, there’s some kind of vibe to him that you can’t quite put your finger on.
“I can buy my own drinks.” You try to insist but he waves it off.
“I’m sure you can, sweetie, but I’m happy to buy drinks for a girl who can appreciate a good whiskey.” He bites his lip, pressing just a little closer and you can’t fight the blush that creeps into your cheeks. “I’m…”
“Brendon Urie, I know, I’m Y/N.” You smile and take the drink from the bartender as it’s handed to you, taking a little sip and smiling approvingly.
“You know who I am? Pretty name for a pretty girl though.” A small smirk forms on his face.
“Yeah, I know, I think everyone in this room knows who you are.” You giggle again, drumming your fingers on the bar.
“So what’re you doing here all alone?” Brendon keeps his eyes on you, watching you intently as you sip your drink some more.
“I’m not ‘all alone’ I’m here with my dad, but he’s far too busy getting drunk and getting a boner over business talk.” Your lips quirk a little when Brendon chuckles, running a hand through his thick black hair.
“No father should leave his beautiful daughter unattended in a casino full or men with questionable morals.” You try desperately not to let the smooth tone of his voice affect you, but find yourself inescapably drawn to him, he’s handsome and charming.
“Oh? And I suppose you’re the one with golden intention here to save me? Because, quite frankly, I’ve had enough of being leered at by either creepy old men or men that want to suck my blood and drag me off into the night.” You smile playfully as you sass him, watching the broad, slick smirk that forms on his lips, his eyebrow cocking up.
“And how would you know about these bloodsuckers, pretty girl.” He practically purrs, playing at baring his teeth and hissing, the smirk on his face only getting wider when you giggle.
“Dad does business with them, you get used to it. Stop side tracking, you didn’t answer my question, ARE you the one with golden intentions? Because I’m certain you’re not,” you chew your lip a little as you speak, drawing his eyes to them, biting his right back at you.
“I can promise you’d I’d respect you a lot more than most of these men.” He offers an arm out, smiling and nodding towards a more secluded table nearby. You hesitate for a second, before thinking, you studied for 5 years away for college, not giving yourself any time to have fun or flirt or enjoy yourself, so why not? He’s gorgeous, that’s for sure, all dark, chocolate brown eyes and ebony hair, lips that are killing you already, killer cheekbones and jawline and his suit is another story, matte black with a floral type pattern in a shinier black. Yeah, he’s fucking gorgeous.
“Lead the way, Urie.” You slip your hand onto his arm and pick your drink up, letting him lead you to the little table, being the perfect gentleman of course and pulling out your chair for you.
“So, tell me more about yourself, sweetheart.” He offers, resting his elbows on the table and leaning closer, silently imploring you to speak.
“What do you want to know? I’m certain I’m not as exciting as some of the gorgeous, model type girls you get hanging around you.” You chuckle, toying with the little stirrer in your drink, he chuckles wholeheartedly back.
“That’s where you’re wrong, see, you get good at reading people in this business darlin’ and those girls, all gold diggers, they’re only in it for my money and the reputation of hanging off of my arm. Whereas you, far from it, you’re an intelligent girl, I can tell, know how to handle yourself, and actually isn’t interested in my money. So, tell me about yourself, how old are you, did you go to college, what’re you interests, ya know, usual stuff babe.” He finishes his little speech, sitting back in his seat and smiling.
“Fine, I’m 24, nearly 25, just finished college, I studied biochemistry and genetics for 3 years.” You start but he raises his hand.
“Hold on, you studied biochemistry and genetics? That’s incredible, I was right about you being intelligent then.” He smiles and you can’t help but blush, especially when he leans a little closer to tease, “and I can promise you, intelligence is extremely sexy. So tell me more angel. What gets a pretty girl like you, who doesn’t have to study or do anything because your dad is rich, into something like that?”
“I don’t want to be some dumb bimbo who lives off of daddy, simple. I’ve always had a huge interest in genetics, so I decided to try it at college and it just worked out, I loved every second.” You smile fondly, ending up getting caught in a whole, long and very detailed conversation about yourself, talking for what feels like hours about college and your studies and research, ending up discussing just about everything else too, he asks about your interests outside of work, music tastes, favourite colour. Silly things really, but it surprises you how easy he is to talk to, even though you’re both flirting heavily, time passes by like nothing before you finally realise you’ve been talking about yourself for far too long.
“C’mon, Brendon, I’ve been babbling on for hours about myself, tell me about you. Not the boring business stuff, you.” You smile when you see a little sweet smile form on his face, he’s clearly not used to being asked that question.
“Well, I’m 29, I turn 30 in April. I’ve owned the casino for 5 years, took it over from my parents when they passed away, changed up the whole place, new name, new look, managed to do my parents justice by making this place even more successful than it already was.” He smiles sweetly when he mentions his parents, but you giggle and lean closer.
“I said not the businessy stuff, I want to know about you, not your money, not your casino, you.” You insist, a little tipsy by this point. “I wanna know more about the gorgeous man in front of me, is that so wrong?” He chuckles and a very, very slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.
“Well… I’m not used to talking about that stuff, so what do you want to know?” He reaches forward and touches your hand.
“I don’t know, what are you interested in, what’s your favourite colour, favourite band, anything.”
“I love music, I play several instruments and… can even sing, a little I guess, I’ve sang a few times in the bar before.” He blushes harder this time and it’s genuinely adorable.
“What instruments do you play?” You lean close to him, intrigued and happy to see a more human side of him, both of you leaning over the table, dangerously close to him.
“Drums, guitar, bass and piano. I actually have a big grand piano in the suite I have at the top of the hotel.” He drops his voice a little and you shudder, damn his voice is sexy, and his fingers gently trace over the back of your hand.
“You own a suite?” You giggle when he nods and keeps tracing his fingers lightly.
“Darling this is my casino, it made sense to have somewhere to stay here, I am here a lot.” His lips quirk a little and he leans close, lips almost ghosting over yours. “I can show you it if you want angel.” He purrs a little and you squirm in your seat, brushing him off.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself Urie.” You tease, he hates to admit how much you’ve caught his interest as you chat longer, listening to him open up about his hobbies and life and just himself in general, it’s nice to know that not all millionaires are total assholes.
After sitting at that table for almost two hours, you decide to stretch your legs and explore a little, Brendon offering to give you a tour of the casino, seeing as you’ve never been here before. He shows you round, introducing you to all the different games tables, showing you the roulette wheel.
“Why don’t you have a turn?” He offers, taking his wallet out of his pocket and handing a note over to the guy at the wheel, who promptly hands him a stack of chips. “Here, pick a number, or a colour, and have some fun.”
“Brendon, you don’t have to do that, I have money.” You try to argue but he shrugs and pushes the chips your way anyway, and you give in, placing a stack of them on black 20, purely on a whim, watching intently as the ball spins Brendon’s hand resting very welcomed on your waist, standing close behind you, his warm whiskey tinged breath sending little shivers down your spine, even worse when his hand slips onto the exposed skin on your back. He evidently feels you shudder a little when his fingers and the cold rings on his hand touch your skin because he leans closer.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart, you liking the way my hand feels?” He murmurs, low and gravelly, eyes fixed on your as he trails his fingertips up your spine from the small of your back to the between your shoulders and back down, light enough to bring out the goose pimples on your body.
“Oh my god…” You whisper, leaning into his touch, trying to remain focused but he’s driving you insane.
“Black 20.” The guy at the table suddenly calls, snapping you out of the Brendon induced haze you were in.
“Look at that, lucky girl, I’ll have to keep you around during my poker games.” Brendon smirks, repeating that same stroking motion with his fingers as he pushes the chips back to the him. Moving his hand away he takes your hand again, pulling you back down to earth as he shows you the section where several games of poker are being played.
“And my favourite game.” He says playfully, pulling you close to tease again. “Hello? You there, or are you busy thinking of what else my hands might feel nice doing?” He teases and you manage to snap out of it finally.
“No, actually, I was just thinking about how bad at poker you probably are.” You sass back and he scoffs.
“I could take any player at those tables.” He says, so self-assured and grinning widely.
“Pffft, sure ya can Bren.” You scoff, giggling a little as he pouts. “Put your money where your mouth is.”
“Yeah? I bet you, I can walk onto any of those poker tables and win.” He smirks, folding his arms over his chest and looking down at you, a look of determination sparking in his eyes.
“Oh yeah? And what do I win when you lose?” You speak confidently, almost certain that he cannot be as good as his ego tells him he is.
“Anything your little heart desires, angel.” You’re caught off guard, unable to actually think of something to wager against him, after standing embarrassingly stumped and silent for a time you finally clear your throat.
“Dinner, somewhere I choose, at a time I choose.” You wager, but his lips lift into a smile.
“Dinner with you? That’s hardly loosing, Y/N. But deal, if I lose, I’ll take you to dinner, anywhere you want.” He chuckles and presses closer, fingers toying with a strange if hair hanging above your chest. “Now, if I win…” he trails off, lip pulling between his teeth, making your heart race. “I think you should come see my suite with me after this lovely party ends.”
“Deal.” You say quickly, which seems to catch him off guard until you lean closer to tease, “If all I have to do is look at your suite, that’s fine with me.”
“Darlin, I’m certain I can convince you to stay a while.” He practically purrs.
“Don’t be so sure of yourself.” You scold, giggling when he raises his arms in a dramatic apology, taking your hand in his and pulling you towards the poker tables, he insists that you pick the table, so that you can be certain he’s not trying to cheat, you pick one with a few people you recognise, your dad’s friends, if he wants a challenge he can have one. With a quick nod he pulls you towards the table.
“It’s fine, I’ll leave you to play.” You try to insist but he just smirks and tugs you a little closer.
“C'mon, come watch daddy play poker, kitten.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth once again, watching the bright red blush creep onto your cheeks at his little comment, tugging you towards the poker table and down into the chair directly next to him, admiring how much classier you look than most of the women on the others men’s arms look. You can’t help but observe the stunned looks on all of their faces as he sits. “Evening gents, you won’t mind if I join you for a game?” You hear plenty of stammered no Mr Urie’s over and it’s plain to see these ditzy girls eyeing him like he’s a cold drink in a desert.
What a prize a man like him must be to women like them.
He remains incredibly focused through the poker game, maintaining the odd bit of contact with you, his hand resting on your thigh every so often it toying with your hand. You were actually pretty impressed watching him, he had an amazing poker face and when it came down to the end of the game he did nothing but announce that he was all in, sitting back and watching the puzzles faces as they tried to figure out if he was bluffing.
He leant closer to whisper, “Shall I get some champagne sent up to my room darlin? Would be a shame if you didn’t at least stay for a drink.” His attention was snapped back to the table when someone claimed he was bluffing, his eyebrow cocking in a devilishly attractive way, shrugging like he had no idea. “I don’t know, that’s for you to find out.” he offers, smirking at the puzzled look he was getting. The last person in the game except him, layed down his 5 cards, a flush from the 4 to the 8 of spades, sitting back and relaxing like he’d just won the game. Brendon however had other ideas, a cocky, half smile forming on his lips as he laid his cards, which he’d kept hidden, even from you this whole time, a royal flush, hearts of course.
“Good game, gents, you can keep your money, just playing for fun.” With that he stands and offers his hand out to you, helping you up and grinning. “Guess I’ll get to show you that suite after all. Let’s get another drink, shall we?”
“I only have to see the suite, I didn’t say anything about staying for long.” You sass back, letting him guide you around the outside of the casino, through the crowds of people towards the bar.
“Awh, darlin’ there’s gonna be a beautiful bottle of champagne there when we get there, you’d make me drink that all on my own?” He pouts, sticking out those thick lips a little so you find yourself staring a little because he looks so good.
“Don’t get your hopes up.” You tease and send a little teasing smirk his way. “I don’t think you could keep up with me anyway.” You wink and bite your lip and finally he’s had enough of the flirting, spotting a door leading to the much quieter corridor outside of the bar, eyes darkening as he pulls you out of the door, swiftly pinning you between the wall and his hips.
“God you’re a little tease, you know that?” He growls, crashing his lips down against yours, hands finding your hips, you can’t stop yourself melting into his touch, hands moving up to his shoulders and gripping his collar. You’re a little embarrassed by the whines you start to let out as his tongue works against yours, moving your hands up into his hair, tugging gently and hearing a low growl from his chest. He presses you back against the wall harder, pulling his lips away from your mouth to kiss down your jaw, gently nipping and sucking at your jaw and neck, hands sliding down onto your ass.
“Jesus… Brendon…” You moan, letting your head drop back against the wall, letting him pull your against him, pressing his hips forward, evidently hard in his smart pants. “Oh my god, please.” You whine and it’s totally involuntary, only realising you’ve just begged for him after it’s already done, and it just makes a huge, cocky smirk forming on his perfect face, despite looking just as flustered as you, pupils blown and hair a little less perfect than it was 5 minutes ago as he leans close to kiss just under your ear.
“Not here, baby girl,” He purrs, low and gravelly, nipping your earlobe, “Guess you’ll be wanting to share that champagne with me too huh?” He teases and steps back from you, neatening up his suit jacket and hair, leaving you flustered against the wall. “C’mon, babe, let’s get back, don’t want to be missing for too long.” Offering out an arm to you, he smiles almost innocently, chuckling when you grumble a little.
“Fucking tease.” You huff, slipping your hand onto his arm, both of you slipping back into the party unnoticed, hoping no one notices the puffy lips and red flushes on both of you, striding over to the bar.
“Another drink, sweetie?” He smiles and leans on the bar, standing facing you as he wait for a bartender and just as you’re about to speak up a voice disturbs you both.
Chapter Summary: It was finally time for your date with Jensen Ackles.
You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?
It was only two hours until your date, and you could feel yourself growing nervous, second guessing yourself for saying yes. You never had the greatest luck with dates, and you were afraid this one would go as the rest, down the drain. And you really didn’t want that to happen, because it was Jensen, and seemed like a really good man. And if it did go south, you hoped it wouldn’t mess up your working relationship.
There had been a couple of times throughout the long day that you had considered marching to his apartment, and canceling the date. But each time you held back, another part of yourself beyond excited to see where this went. That’s why you let yourself relax in a bath, pampering yourself with scented bath oils, making sure your legs were silky smooth. You had soft music playing in the background, and along with your favorite candles it did the trick, and you felt much more relaxed and ready for the evening.
Before you could turn into a prune, you slipped out of the luxurious bathtub, pulling on your robe, before you began the task of applying make up. It was true, you were a make up artist, but because you dealt with it on a daily basis, and in a lot of quantity, you usually applied the minimum to yourself. But tonight you wanted to look special, so you took your time, applying a light coat of foundation, along with the rest of the works.
I hate that tumblr culture that makes you feel, while writing your bio, that you have to list all your mental and/or physical disabilities/illness, where you stand in the lgbt+ alphabet, your triggers and what people are required to tag if you follow them…and if you’re list is complete enough, then you get a say in tumblr policy and you have a change of getting into the community. That’s so toxic and obnoxious, urgh.
I mean, it’s okay to talk about your mental illness, find people who are like you etc, I have nothing against it and it’s great if it helps you getting better. But the whole “you are required to make my experience on here safe for me” is very wrong (I, personally, don’t check the blog of every person who follow me), as well as the “you have to listen to me because I’m part of an oppressed minority” attitude of some people. And it’s getting more and more out of hand. You’re not valid on here if you don’t fit the cases. (And I’m pretty sure many people on here will also dismiss my point unless I start listing all my status, which is exactly the problem here.)
You and your boyfriend, Andy, had been asked to do a Q&A today at Warped. They had done an online poll and the fans had all voted for you and Andy, so you both were happy to accept. The event started at 3:45 and was only meant to last an hour or so.
It was 3:44 and there was no sign of Andy. You had decided to start the Q&A without him and prayed that he would show up soon.
“Hi everyone! I’m Y/N and I’m the lead singer and one of the guitar players for Y/B/N. My band is playing Unicorn Stage right before Pierce The Veil tonight, so come check us out if you want. So enough about me, I know most of you are wondering where Andy is and I would like to tell you that, but I have no clue. Hopefully he shows up soon,” you told the crowd as you sat on one of the stools.
“Okay, we are gonna get started with the questions. You all kinda wrote questions down on a piece of paper and put it in a bowl when you walked in, so that’s where I’m going to be pulling these questions from.”
You had tried to stall by taking extra time to explain things, but still Andy hadn’t shown.
“So the first question is: ‘what is the best part about being in a relationship with each other?’ Well the best thing about being with Andy is, he doesn’t show up to things on time even though he promised he would,” you said. The anger that you had felt towards Andy had been apparent in any questions that you answered that involved him.
The Q&A was about to be over and there was still no sign of Andy.
“Guys, I just want to thank you for taking the time out of your day—when you could’ve been seeing so many other great bands— to come listen to me babble about myself. All of you stayed, even though Andy didn’t show up and that is just so amazing, so I want to give you guys a gift. I asked my good friend, Vic, and the rest of PTV if they would play you guys a song and I am lucky they know how to be on time and were willing to do this. Here are my friends, Pierce the Veil.” You gave Vic a quick hug before walking offstage and going to look for Andy.
You had walked around the grounds looking for him and he didn’t seem to be anywhere reasonable. When you finally did find him, he was spinning his ex-girlfriend, Juliet Simms, around in his arms. You felt like you wanted to throw up from the sight. He had skipped being with you and his fans to be with her.
You had walked back to your tour bus and sat there with tears running down your cheeks for what only felt like a few minutes, but it had been a little over an hour and it was time for your show.
Your show had went extremely well. You had completely forgotten about Andy for 45 minutes and obviously he had forgotten about you too, since he didn’t show up to that either.
You saw Andy as you were walking towards the tour buses, and you completely avoided him even as he called your name.
You had managed to avoid seeing or hearing from Andy for the next two days. When you finally did run in to him, he looked angry.
“Y/N, we need to talk,” he said as he sped up to catch you.
“Andy, I really can’t right now,” you said to him as you moved to walk away.
“Andy, you really don’t want us to talk right here because I have some choice words for you,” you told him.
“What could you possibly have to say to me? I didn’t do anything wrong,” he said.
“You didn’t do anything wrong? You might think you did nothing wrong, but you didn’t do anything right either,” you snapped at him as you walked away from him.
“Fine. I’ll be at your tour bus around 8 and we can talk,” you called over his shoulder.
It was 8:30 and you had been sitting on the couch in the Black Veil Brides tour bus for 30 minutes.
CC had walked in around 8:15 and sat down with you. He was hugging you when Andy walked in at 9:30.
CC squeezed you tightly before getting up and climbing into his bunk. CC already knew that this tour bus was a war zone and he was preparing himself.
“Where the hell have you been?” You asked Andy.
“I was with friends. Why does it matter?”
“Because we were suppose to talk tonight! But you were probably out fucking Juliet!”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Yeah, I am. You keep ditching me for her. Andy, if you want to be with her again, then just let me go,” you said to him.
“You are so overdramatic. We’re just friends. We were just being friendly,” he said to you.
“Really? So if I went and got in bed with CC right now, you would be okay with it because we were just being friendly?”
“Yeah, I would be perfectly fine. Besides you won’t do that,” Andy said.
You didn’t say another word. You just walked towards the bunks and crawled into CC’s. You stuck your hand out of the curtains with your middle finger up before pulling it back.
“This seems like a bad move,” CC told you. You shrugged at him and climbed over him to be closer to the wall.
And good thing you did.
Andy grabbed CC’s ankle and dragged him out causing you to start laughing because instead of fighting it CC just went along with it.
You heard a thud and an aggravated sigh before Andy’s hand was reaching back into the curtain to pull you out.
Andy grabbed your wrist and started to pull. But before he could drag you out, you sunk your teeth into his hand.
“WHAT THE FUCK, Y/N?” He shouted causing you to start laughing again.
“That’s it,” Andy said before opening the curtain and sticking his head inside.
“CC! Help me! CC, tackle him or something,” you yelled as Andy climbed into the bunk.
“You’re a terrible best friend,” you called as Andy shut the curtain.
You both laid in CC’s bunk for awhile before Andy finally spoke.
“I get it. I understand why you’re upset, I do, but nothing is going on between Juliet and I, and I think I deserve for you to trust me,” he said moving stray hair out of your eyes.
“I do trust you, but you kept skipping plans with me to be with her without any warnings. What was I suppose to think?”
“I didn’t mean to keep missing things. I told Danny I would help him and I had completely forgotten about the Q&A. I had run into Juliet on the way there and we got to talking and again it slipped my mind. Then I missed your concert because I was trying to fix my mistake from the signing. I’m sorry, but I also feel like you owe me an apology,” he told you. You knew he was right.
“I’m sorry for not talking to you immediately and assuming you were cheating on me. I’m also sorry I didn’t trust you enough,” you told him.
“Great! You’re both sorry! Now get the fuck out of my bed because the person that actually deserves an apology—ME— still hasn’t gotten one!,” CC said.
You and Andy laughed as you climbed out of CC’s bed and crawled into Andy’s.
Okay, so I will expound about Mary being John’s dark foil and Mary/John being a mirror for Sherlock/Moriarty. Because I’ve been babbling about it to myself on Twitter, and I need to put all my ideas in one place.
There are superficial similarities between both pairs that make them seem well matched, on the surface. Mary and John are both into danger, both sarcastic and irreverent, both crackshots, both escaping a violent past. I can even almost imagine saying “People like him should be killed; that’s why there are people like me.” In John’s case, he’d be speaking about his killing of Jeff Hope, the serial killer cabby from ASIP.
Sherlock has similar superficial similarities with Moriarty. Bored, isolated genius with a penchant for the theatrical and a coldness about other people’s feelings. Loves puzzles and disguises and speaking in metaphors.
The difference between John and Mary and the difference between Sherlock and Moriarty is the same thing, though. John and Sherlock have both actively chosen to do something positive with their dark sides. John takes his thrillseeking tendencies and becomes an army doctor. Sherlock pairs his morbid genius side with his dragonslayer side and invents a whole profession for the express purpose of helping people and solving problems.
People tend to forget these things, I think. At their cores, John and Sherlock both really want to help people, even at the expense of their own comfort and personal safety. That draws a distinct difference between John and Sherlock and Mary and Moriarty, who are both profoundly selfish.
After TGG, we see Sherlock reject his Moriarty side. Moriarty frightens him, partly because of the havoc he is able to wreak in Sherlock’s life. But partly because, to some extent, he recognizes himself in Moriarty. In his mind palace, Moriarty is bound up in chains and a straight jacket. Sherlock knows he has the capacity to be this way, and he actively rejects that part of himself.
I think in S4, we’re going to see John go through something similar in rejecting his Mary side. Because like Mary, John can be callous and short-sighted and insensitive. I really am no good at all at predicting plot moments, but I think we’ll see a characterization arc in S4 wherein John chooses which aspects of his nature he most wants to consciously align himself with.
Sherlock’s Moriarty side was a factor in keeping John and Sherlock’s relationship from becoming romantic in S1&2. John thought that Sherlock just couldn’t care about people in general and John in particular in the necessary, appropriate way for a successful relationship. Now we have dispensed with that difficulty, after Sherlock’s amazing growth in S3. Mary is now what’s keeping John and Sherlock apart, and I think she’ll be dispensed with in S4.
As I’m writing this, it occurs to me that Mary doesn’t only represent John’s dark side, she represents his heteronormative side! John has to let go of both his determination to keep himself closed off (mirrored by Mary’s false identity) and his desire to be seen as straight (represented by his marriage to a woman). Yeah, she’s definitely going down in S4. So down. I can’t wait.