imagine if the baker street boys epilogue was narrated by mrs hudson
I know you two; and if you come back and live in MY house, I know what you could become. Because I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes to get high and the doctor who never came home from the war. Well, you listen to me: who you really are, it MATTERS, I've been trying to tell you all these years. There are two men sitting arguing in a scruffy flat, like they’ve always been there and they always will. The best and wisest men I have ever known. My Baker Street boys. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
Well then? Get on with it, I'll officiate the wedding
P.S. I know you two. And if I’m gone, I know what you can become, because I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes to get high, and the doctor who never came home from the war. Well you listen to me, who you really are doesn’t matter. It’s all about the legend. The stories, the adventures. There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted. There is a final court of appeal for everyone. When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there is always one last hope.
When you’re young, some of your strongest and most rewarding relationships are with your friends. The kind who support you to become who you really are. Inspired by U-turn and classic girl crew nostalgia, we want to celebrate those kinds of bonds with this short film from director Emma Higgins.
to kind of go off the break up post, could you write headcanons for the rfa + v and saeran who had their heart broken fairly recently by their ex, but they meet mc and she helps them get over their exes and heal their wounds ??
- It was so hard for him to trust anyone, let alone women.
- All the women he knew now were just wanting him for his money. Maybe a few for his looks, but nothing for him. They never tried to get to know him, just assumed from rumors or press.
- He didn’t want them to know him.
- He hated having lunch with his father when a new woman was hanging around with him. Kissing in front of him, saying weirdly flirtatious things that should just be reserved for his father, if anyone.
- He hated, hated, hated, when his father left the women with him while he went somewhere else for a moment. His blood would freeze, his heart would threaten to burst out of his damn chest as he waited for what they would say, what they would do.
- Gross comment about his single life, once or twice an inappropriate pass. If they tried touching him he was gone, running home like a scared child.
-He’d lock himself in his penthouse, his bedroom, struggling to calm down with Elizabeth 3rd in his arms.
- The women were worse when he was a child, and he never understood that. Never understood why the memories would attack him so harshly each time his father had a new girlfriend.
- Was he scared? Scared of the women trying to advance sexually towards him? But he was an adult, he could say no.
- When you started showing affection towards him, he was scared. He was so scared. He would never admit it. He wasn’t supposed to have such feelings. That’s what everyone had told him as he grew up.
- But you prompted him to share emotions, just like Rika did.
- Rika who teased him with relationship possibilities, who teased treating him right.
- Rika, who nearly drove him and his best friend away from each other with her sneakiness.
- As far as he knew, V never found out about the way she mused her and Jumin being together. But he was so scared V somehow resented him for her musings.
- He didn’t want to lose the only friend he had. He didn’t want you to mess up his life, to give him more nightmares and threads.
- But you were so much kinder. More willing to listen, more willing to let him work through his emotions rather than forcing him to show them. He didn’t know how, but he was slowly losing his threads.
- When the two of you officially got together, about a month later, he finally opened up about what happened to him. When you cried, but still did your best supporting him and offering any way to help, that’s when he knew he never had to be scared of you.
- He could be anyone. Knight in shining armour? Badass punk? He could and would do it. Playing the big brother to make a friend happy? Playing the romantic fool to get the girl?
- He’s done it, and he would do it again.
- He grew up being told how he wasn’t good enough, how he would never be good enough. Since he was blessed with the skill of acting, why not use that to his advantage?
- Had he used his skill for romance? Certainly. To woo a certain girl or two? Yep.
- But each relationship would always fail, always, because he would end up heartbroken when they saw through the ruse.
- Saw how pathetic he was.
- No one could love him for himself. Not his fans, not Jaehee, not anyone.
- So when you started flirting back with him, he was scared and excited. So excited because he would finally be given the attention he craved so much, the sweetness he wanted to hoard to himself.
- But scared because he knew you would leave him once he couldn’t keep the rude up forever.
- He thought you were attach him to certain roles he did, expect him to act like ___ from the ____ play.
- But you never watched his stuff? He was a little offended but…He was still excited. Did this mean he didn’t have to act for you?
- He didn’t count on it. But when you met him and kept asking about his past, about himself, and not his career, he was just…So happy. He kept it hidden, and kept it safe, but he was so happy.
- As the relationship progressed, and you started becoming close to him for who he really was, he just couldn’t describe how thankful he was to have met someone like you.
- Someone who could appreciate him for himself, to make him feel less pathetic, less disgusting.
- Without any acting, he was finally good enough for someone. He didn’t care if it was just one person, as long as that person was you.
- Romance was difficult.
- She didn’t have the time, the emotional range half the time. She couldn’t waste her energy on it.
- Since her parents left, she was constantly having to prove herself, take care of herself, be the best that she could be to be able to support herself.
- The first time someone confessed to her, she had no idea what do to other than thank them. It never progressed further than that.
- But after some mocking, the next time someone confessed she accepted it.
- Usually couples were able to support each other, right? They were able to help each other and be there emotionally, right?
- How come she could never open up to any of them? Share her feelings, the depression eating her up inside, the constant weight she had on her shoulders. Why was it so difficult?
- Her first relationship was a failure. The second was only slightly better.
- They were older, able to explore the more adult sides of a relationship. But she never would expect she would be taken advantage of sexually, rather than emotionally.
- She was just…bland. There were others so much better looking than her. She didn’t understand how she was just being used as some plaything.
- That relationship didn’t last long. Long enough to leave scars, but not long enough to make new ones.
- When you came along, started supporting her, she was so conflicted. You were so much nicer than everyone else, so much kinder, willing to talk to her about her interests rather than blow them away.
- You were wanting to be friends?
- But her emotions felt deeper than friendship. She couldn’t place them, she didn’t know how to because she didn’t want to compare her feelings to her past failed relationships.
- One night after the two of you had closed down the shop one night, you both had a strange very late discussion. For some reason the early hours of the morning made her open up more.
- For some reason she mentioned her past relationships.
- When you hugged her and kissed her cheek, explaining none of it was her fault, she cried for the first time in years.
- He never counted the first girl he had been with as his girlfriend, and luckily no one ever found out about it.
- It was just some girl on the same sever as him. They ended up privately talking and they found out they went to the same school.
- It didn’t take long for them to find each other, start trying to hang out, start becoming closer.
- But it was going so fast. He wasn’t ready like she was, he wasn’t ready for something so serious; not when he wasn’t even sure of his own feelings.
- The casual hangouts turned into her flirting with him, belittling him for not having a lot of experience, egging him on to try to be flirtatious with her.
- And if he tried she would just always laugh at him.
- Somehow, he didn’t even know how, but he started having feelings for her. But he couldn’t place it as love, or lust, just wanting to prove himself, prove that he wasn’t such a child like she insisted.
- One night she promised a relationship. He didn’t know how to react, but she reacted for him, dragging him into a make-out.
- She was gross, so so gross. Saliva was everywhere, she wouldn’t stop rubbing against him, and he just couldn’t think right.
- Wasn’t it supposed to feel better? Wasn’t he supposed to be happy.
- The day after she tossed him aside, and he never spoke about her. Acted like that never happened. He didn’t want to remember it.
- When you started showing feelings towards him, he was so excited! You were a good person, you were almost like Rika! Not selfish like that one girl.
- But he was so scared, so nervous. The last time he jumped into his emotions, he ended up getting so hurt.
- The first night the two of you were alone, he was so scared. He was so scared of hormones and the strained teasing of heavy petting. He didn’t want to think of her, but he couldn’t help it.
- But you didn’t try to take advantage of him. You just wanted to hug, innocently cuddle, dote on him and try to help take care of him.
- You were so warm and kind, so calming. It was so hard letting you go back home that night, but he was glad the next day when he woke up to loving texts from you.
- One day he might open up about that girl, but you were already thousands better than her, and he was becoming less scared by the second.
- He wasn’t supposed to have feelings for anyone. His agency taught him that early on, taught him to kill such ridiculous emotions.
- But, hey, maybe he could give Zen a run for his money with his acting skills, because the agency thought he had killed his emotions.
- And for a while, it was easy to believe such rules. Never get attached, never get crushes, just life fast and pray you finish the mission.
- He needed to focus on helping his brother, anyway, right? Finding him? He didn’t deserve happiness until that.
- One undercover mission had him pretending to be the new bodyguard of a woman while tracking information for the agency. It wasn’t a quickie, either. He had to be there for a few weeks- nearly a whole month.
- And during that time, her silly jokes caught up to him, her flirtatious nature making him unable to sleep at night.
- As the mission drew closer to an end, he found himself more and more captured by her.
- She even cried and held him tight the day he had to leave, and damn was it hard to let go and pretend there was nothing between them.
- But, being himself and a hacker, he found himself needing to constantly check up on her- Make sure she was safe, make sure the agency hadn’t done any real damage to her.
- During the process, he managed to track down more personal info. Emails, online accounts, text records… Text records of her discussing how easy it was to get the guards to do whatever she wanted, as long as she flirted and pretended she cared about them.
- Well…That was a polite summary.
- He felt like someone had hit him in the gut as he read her cold words.
- Is this why the agency made such rules?
- He was unable to work, unable to think clearly, for ages. Because he was stupid enough to catch feelings for a target.
- So when you came along, of course he pushed you away. Of course he tried making you hate him. Just anything so he didn’t have to feel those emotions again. Just anything.
- But when you stayed, when you put yourself in danger for him, when you helped him with his brother. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but catch feelings.
- And he was scared, but you were willing to do so much for him.
- It didn’t hit him until one rough night with Saeran. Saeran was losing it, his meds not kicking in yet to calm him from his meltdown. During the process, Saeran listed all the godawful reasons he hated him, how he abandoned him.
- He had heard it constantly since his brother moved in, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
- He was resting on the couch, trying to calm his racing thoughts when you joined him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek.
- He didn’t say anything, but somehow you knew exactly what he was feeling, and the right words to help him snap out of it.
- That’s when he realized that no matter how far he pushed you away, you always bounced back still ready to love him and give him your all.
- You even helped him when his brother was like this, even when Saeran screamed at you too.
- It had taken him a while to understand you weren’t going to leave. Not anytime soon.
- And when he did, he pulled you into a hug and didn’t let go for ages.
- He couldn’t get over Rika
- He missed the sweet smiles and stabbing pains, he harsh words, the straight out abuse.
- He deserved it. He always deserved it. For never getting her the right help, for never giving her enough. It’s what he deserved for being so pathetic and simple minded.
- The love of his life, and he couldn’t save her from herself.
- He knew it was gross, he knew he should get help, but he thought he should rot in this pit of despairing emotions, letting it suffocate him until all his loved ones left him too.
- Just like what had happened to her.
- When you came along, he was still wallowing in that pit, drowning and refusing to pull up for air.
- But you helped him despite any weak protests. He wanted this pain, this depression, but he was always too scared to let himself sink down completely.
- You helped him. You helped him get into therapy, helped him learn what medication to take, just something to help him get back on his feet. Something to get him to stop hating himself so much.
- You knew it was going to take ages, possible a few years. But you were willing, you were patient. Because he didn’t deserve this.
- No matter what he did, he couldn’t control her brain. He couldn’t have sacrificed himself to save her, because not even that could have helped.
- When you explained this to him, explained how you were going to stay by his side and help him, that was the first time you ever saw him break down.
- He was openly sobbing, finally being told the words he was so ashamed of thinking of.
- You held him as he cried, helped him start patching himself back together.
- He missed the feeling of being loved so tenderly, and he was so grateful to have it again.
- Everyone knew he had issues. It wasn’t a surprise. He was sure strangers could guess just by a passing glance.
- He couldn’t understand why anyone would love him. He knew Saeyoung did, but that was forced love, wasn’t it? Obligated. No choice.
- His mother had always told him he was unlovable anyway. Disgusting, weak, pathetic. She told him so often it was hard for him to believe anything else, even so many years later.
- One time he did try to believe otherwise. He tried to think he was capable of being loved. His savior had told him so. She had promised sweet words and affection when he did as she told, and she was the first woman he ever had positive feelings for. The first woman he thought had loved him back. The first woman to share his feelings.
- Only just to watch as she tossed him aside for that blinded fool.
- Therapy was supposed to be helping him through this, but each session he just found himself zoning out more and more, numbly pretending to listen to the advice given.
- When you came along, helped him and his brother even after all the horrible things he had done, he just… He felt those feelings coming back again. Admiration, love, longing.
- He wanted to hold you in his arms and just whisper words of thanks for letting him feel something again. Something other than pain. Something kind and warm, something that helped eased the nightmares.
- But he was so scared. So fucking scared. He couldn’t handle rejection again, he couldn’t handle another heartbreak, another nightmare.
- Even though he was scared, when you first kissed him he didn’t voice his worries. When you first cuddled with him, helped him with a panic attack, he still swallowed his fears about you.
- It was when he discussed his therapy with you that he finally admitted his feelings. How he was going to disappoint you, how you were just going to toss him away like all the others in his life.
- When you teared up, he finally snapped out of his numbness, his stomach churning.
- But you just slowly opened up about how happy he made you, how much better your life had gotten, how upset you were that he would say such horrible things about himself.
- That was the day he decided to try and treat your relationship more seriously, more romantically.
- Unlike the others, you wanted him. And he wanted you, too.
I want to write probably a million pages of meta because I’ve now spent two months thinking everything through and it’s like it’s starting to make sense to me and I want to share that, but guess whose real life insists on intruding upon my quality time with Sherlock and John.
For now though, just…
I’m on TV. I’m on kids’ TV. I’m The Storyteller. I’m … I’m The Storyteller. It’s on DVD…
(Literally on DVD)
I know you two. And if I’m gone, I know what you could become, because I know who you really are: a junky who solves crimes to get high, and the doctor who never came home from the war.