why are you looking at me that way john














Oh, it was a funny joke
  • Moon:Can I have a word with you, Sun?
  • Sun:Any time you like, Moon.
  • Moon:Well, look. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I was wondering, if you wouldn’t mind, possibly, just… backing off a bit.
  • Sun:From you?
  • Moon:From me, and from the Earth.
  • Sun:Okay. Might be tricky, er… why, though?
  • Moon:Well, i-it’s just, the earth and I are getting on really well at the moment.
  • Sun:Oh, yes?
  • Moon:Yeah, we’ve got this shared interest in… tides. Thing is, when you come round every day, it’s making me look a bit bad, in comparison.
  • Sun:Oh, right.
  • Moon:Yeah. There I am, shining my hardest, illuminating everything, and you know what they call it? Night!
  • Sun:Oh dear, er… so let’s see if I’ve got this straight. You want me to back away from the Earth, leaving the Earth where it is.
  • Moon:Please.
  • Sun:And you want me to stop coming round the Earth so often.
  • Moon:Would you mind? I, I just think it would make me look better.
  • Sun:…leaving aside certain practical difficulties, better in what way?
  • Moon:Well, you know, brighter.
  • Sun:Oh, I see! You want me to go further away so that your light, the light you shine, will seem brighter.
  • Moon:Yes! Is that so hard?
  • Sun:It’s quite hard.
  • Moon:It’s just when I’m compared every day with a vast miasma of incandescent plasma like you, I can’t help feeling a bit—
  • Sun:Eclipsed?
  • Moon:I knew you weren’t fine with that! How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?
  • Sun:No, I am fine with it, it was funny, “Hey! Earth! Look, look, I’m as big as the Sun!” oh, it was a funny joke.
  • Moon:Yeah.
  • Sun:Because it’s so untrue. Sooo untrue.
  • Moon:Yes. I know.
  • Sun:But anyway, look, I’d like to help, I’d be quite happy to move away, leave you and the Earth where you are and let you beam forth your powerful moonlight in peace—
  • Moon:Thanks.
  • Sun:—I just don’t think it’s… possible.
  • Moon:Not possible?
  • Sun:No, sorry.
  • Moon:Right. Fine, no worries. …Stuck up sod. Thinks the world revolves around him.

“Ahhh got it!” Sherlock jumped up from his chair and walked around the room tapping his fingers together.

“About time.” You laughed walking out of the kitchen. He gave you a funny look and turned around.

“He’s a scientist. How else would he have access to all those chemicals and, AND know how to use them? Ohhh I got you!  To think you almost had me fooled. Ooo, I have to tell John.” The world’s only consulting detective, grabbed his coat and made his way out the door.

“Sherlock—halt!” You yelled before walking over to him.

“Why are you leaving so quickly and with no goodbye?” You placed a hand on your hip and raised an eyebrow whilst waiting for an answer.

“I’ve had a breakthrough; I need to go get John.” He responded as he bounced around, ready to run, in the spot in front of you.

“Mr. Holmes,” You flipped his collar up like he prefers it, “All I ask of you is; to give me a kiss every time you leave, so I can have you with me in some sort of way in case something were to happen to you.” You ran your hands down his coat then let them fall to your side.

“I’m sorry.” He bent down to reach your lips then gave you a smile when he pulled away.

“Thank you– now go, the world needs saving Sherlock.” He spun around on his heel and began down the stairs. “Oh and Mycroft wants you to call him!”

“Tell him I’m busy!” He yelled from the bottom of the stairs. You let out a laugh and headed straight to your phone. With Sherlock’s newest break through, you knew he wouldn’t be home until later. You and Mary had gotten very close, so surely a girls night was in plan.

“Sure, I’ll be right over! Ooo, do you have my favorite biscuits?”

“Always.“ You answered laughing.

"Give me ten minutes.” Hanging up you noticed how you were suddenly craving tea, so you put the kettle on. As the water heated you cleaned up then waited for Mary to show up.


“Hello!” You heard a voice call from the front room. Walking out of the one you were in, you were met by Mary’s smile.

“Come in, come in! Have a seat. Would you like a cuppa?” You took her coat and bag and placed them on the rack.

“Yes, please. It’s colder than usual today. And to think our men will be running around London in this weather.” She said laughing.

“Ohh, I’m sure they can handle it.” You replied also laughing. You went to get her some tea with biscuits and were humming while doing so. You were thrown off when you turned around and saw Mary giving you a big smile.

“What? Do I have something on me?” You asked.

“No.” She answered shaking her head with a smile.

“Then what is it?”

“You’re glowing.” She smiled.

“Oh, we’ll thank you.” You laughed.

“No Y/N, you’re glowing.” She stuck her head out and looked at you.

“I’m not pregnant.” You denied her accusations.

“Y/N, I know a mother when I see one.” Mary smiled at you while you thought about everything that has seemed out of ordinary.  

“Oh my god.” You sat down looking around the room. “How do I tell Sherlock?”

After Mary went home, you took a pregnancy test just to be sure and it was positive.

“This is for real.” You told yourself quietly.  Just a few minutes later Sherlock walked in so you went out to meet him.

“Hey.” You leaned on the door frame giving him a smile. “Did you solve the case?”

“Yes, as usual.” He smirked. He put his belongings down and looked at you again. Instantly he knew you were hiding something.

“Did something happen today?” He asked coming closer to you. You placed your hands on his face and gave him a kiss.

“Let’s sit down.” You followed right behind him and sat in the chair John would normally be in.

“So I’m just going to say it.”

“Mhmm.” His eyebrow lifted as curiosity set in.

“I’m pregnant…” You let out a deep breath. Sherlock didn’t move. He didn’t blink. For all you knew he wasn’t breathing. You sat there uncomfortable for the second time since meeting Sherlock. The first being when he told you your entire life story with just the way you smiled.

“Sherlock?” You put your head down to look in his eyes. “Are you alright? Do you want me to give you some space?”

“No.” He answered, shaking his head slowly.

“Ok, well I’m going to make some tea.” You got up and went to the kitchen. While you waited for the water, Sherlock came over and gave you a hug from behind.

“Oh– are you back, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?” You laughed turning around with his arms still around you.

“Think of all the cases he’ll be able to help me solve!” The detective looked around in thought, then to you.

“He’ll? You think it’s a boy?” You smirked.

“Well my mom did have two of them, it’s reasonable.”

“Oh lord, if he’s anything like you–”

“He’d be incredibly handsome, smart and love science.” Sherlock finished your sentence for you.

“Look out London.” You smiled giving out a slight laugh.

“There’s a new detective in town.” Sherlock grinned before bending down to kiss you.

I would step off stage with The Beatles and go and talk to somebody, who would say, ‘John and Paul won’t talk to me,’ and I remember someone saying, 'Oh, Lennon doesn’t like me.’ And I’d say, 'Why?’ And he’d say, 'Well, because of the way he looked at me.’ I replied, 'Well, he looks at you that way because he hasn’t got any glasses on. He can’t see anything!’ In a way, I felt a bit like an observer of The Beatles, even though I was with them. Whereas, John and Paul were the stars. They were the stars of The Beatles.
—  George Harrison, Off The Record
monday morning nightmare

CONCIERGE: Hi, ma'am, good mor-
GUEST: Yeah good morning. Give me subway directions to St. John’s.
CONCIERGE: Do you have a specific building you’re looking for?
GUEST: Just St. John’s. Admissions maybe? We need to be there by 10. My daughter doesn’t know. I’m trying to text her and she doesn’t know.
CONCIERGE: Okay well just so you’re aware, St. John’s is far out into Queens and not easily accessible by subway. 
GUEST: Just give it to me.
CONCIERGE: Alright, I just wanted to make sure you knew the exact address for sure before I sent you all the way out there.
GUEST: Why can’t you just give it to me?!
CONCIERGE: Well sure, I just-
GUEST: Just get me the subway directions to Queens and we’ll hail a taxi outside whatever subway it is.
CONCIERGE: I’m not sure that there will be taxis readily available at that particular location. It’s not a location where yellow cabs pass by a lot.
GUEST: Look if I’m in Queens I can get there. Just get me to Queens.
CONCIERGE: Ma'am, Queens is a big area. Not everywhere is going to have taxis available. What I can do is try to-
GUEST: Okay listen. We have BEEN there before. To Queens. We flew into LaGuardia one before. Just get me as far as LaGuardia. There’s a bus depot there with lots of taxis at the LaGuardia.
CONCIERGE: LaGuardia is nowhere near St. John’s. I would recommend a private car, but we won’t be able to get a car here immediately. You could try checking with the doorman-
GUEST: No. I said. Just get me as far as LaGuardia. In the subway.
CONCIERGE: For LaGuardia, you can take the N or Q train Uptown to Astoria Blvd, then transfer to the M60 bus. But again, I just don’t want you to miss an appointment, this is an unreliable way of getting there and could take over an hour. I could give you subway and bus directions to St. John’s, but again, it’ll take over an hour.
GUEST: Look. I’ve BEEN to Queens. I’ve flown in there. I know my way around Queens.
CONCIERGE: I can’t impress upon you enough how big of an area Queens is. I don’t want you to miss an important appointment because you get lost or can’t find a cab. 
GUEST: We want to skip all the Manhattan traffic. There can’t be any traffic. We need to be there and I can’t be sitting in traffic.
CONCIERGE: There will also be traffic in Queens, ma'am. Very bad traffic this time of day.  
GUEST: Uh yeah right, okay, I don’t THINK so.
CONCIERGE: What??? I’ve lived here my whole life! I am a concierge! I’m looking at the information online as we speak. My father is a faculty member at St. John’s. Believe me, I know, ma'am. I know and you don’t. I am the one who knows!!!! You are not the knower!!!! I am!!! I live here!!!! You don’t! I do!! I KNOW THINGS!!!! You think that flying into an airport ONCE makes you a fucking QUEENS EXPERT!!! You are, if anything, LESS knowledgeable about Queens than someone who HASN’T been in an airport there once BECAUSE of your STUBBORN BELIEF that you already know the thing that you do not know!!!! You’ve been to one of the world’s largest cities exactly TWICE and you think that makes you more knowledgeable about Queens than a fucking concierge who fucking lives here!! You DON’T!! YOU’RE NOT!!! YOU’RE RUDE AND YOU’RE IGNORANT and you’re PROBably RUINing YOUR DAUGHTer’s LIFE!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Alarm rings. CONCIERGE jolts awake in bed.)

CONCIERGE: Oh god. Oh thank god. A dream. It was all a dream. It was all just a terrible dr-

(CONCIERGE rolls over. Jaw drops in horror. No. No. Nooooo.)

GUEST: I don’t THINK so.

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David Tennant, Catherine Tate, and John Barrowman at Capital Records (mostly high quality)

From the radio interview, conducted by Denise Van Outen and John Barrowman:

DVO: Did you get attacked on your way in, from fans?
DT: Not attacked…
CT: We got acknowledged
DT: We got acknowledged, welcomed…
JB: They were attacked.  Listen, it’s really weird for me to sit here and interview you guys.
JB: What was your favorite monster, Catherine?
CT: My favorite monster was the Ood.
JB: Why?
CT: Because they remind me of my cat.
JB: You’ve got a pretty ugly cat!
CT: Not that my cat looks like it has giblets falling out of it!  No, honestly, it’s the way… it’s Paul Casey isn’t he?  He plays the hero Ood?
DT: Yeah, yeah, yeah
CT:  He makes them very compassionate, doesn’t he?  And they are!
DT:  That and the fact that those rubbery latex heads, you just wanna bite.
CT:  You just wanna sink your teeth into it. It’s what I want to do to my cat.
DT: Woah.  Squidgy and lovely.  I want to gnaw on an Ood tentacle.
JB: I have to say that, you guys are so weird.

Almost Human AU (closed w/ starfleet-wants-you)


It was an ambush and he had no idea why he hadn’t seen this coming… John grabbed the nearest MX and forced him to lead them in.

“I’m making my way to you.” John yelled into his radio over the gunfire. He came into a clearing and fired a few shots toward a group of syndicate before he slid in beside Pike.

“Let’s have a look at you.” John set his gun to the side as he leaned over the man to move his hand.

“Give me a diagnostic.” John yelled at the MX and he set back on his heels, taking a moment to check their surroundings.

Have any of you heard of these bands/singers?

•Alice In Chains
•Alison Krauss
•Limp Bizkit
•Kid Rock
•Green Day
•Sleeping With Sirens
•5 Seconds Of Summer
•Stone Temple Pilots
•Three Days Grace
•Three Doors Down
•Bob Segar
•Neil Young
•John Denver
•The Beatles
•Led Zeplin
•Def Leopard
•Nikel Back
•Puddle Of Mud
•Linkin Park
•God Smack


  • John:You fancy Molly.
  • Sherlock:Wha- No, why would you say that, who said that, did Molly say that?
  • Sherlock:*sighs*
  • Sherlock:How did you know?
  • John:I could tell from the way you look at her.
  • Sherlock:*stressed* Do you think Molly knows?
  • John:No.
  • John:But she does fancy you.
  • Sherlock:No, what, how do you know, did Molly say anything?
  • John:She blushes every time you look at her.
  • John:Plus I heard her saying something to Mary-
  • Sherlock:What did she say?
  • John:Something about-
  • Sherlock:John, it's very important you give me exactly what she said.
  • Sherlock:Word for word.
  • John:*sighs*

Oliver: Any luck?

Felicity: Why do you always ask me that? If I had any luck looking for what I’m looking for, I would be telling you about it instead of looking for it.

My favorite part of this exchange?

(gif source)

The way Oliver mouths the word “yikes” to Diggle out of the corner of his mouth. If that’s not an Amell adlib, I don’t know what is.

He shook his head, just looking at me.
- “What?” I asked.
- “Nothing” he said.
- “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Augustus half smiled. “Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.” A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: “I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything.”
I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, “I`m not beau-”
- “You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman.”
- “Never seen it.”
- “Really?” he asked. “Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can`t help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It`s your autobiography, so far as I can tell.”
His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn`t even know that guys could turn me on - not, like, in real life.
—  John Green
You made my friggin’ life miserable. How? By the way you raised your kids to all want to be the same and to hate anyone who dares to be different. Oh, no, you’re probably thinking, you didn’t do that.
You sure did. I’ve seen you in your cars staring at me and my friends. Look at those creeps. Look at their clothes and the music they listen to. Why can’t they go out for sports or at least root for our team?
growing up white...

I never ONCE had a thought along the lines of: “why don’t my heroes look like me?” Because all of the strong characters that I got to look up to were, quite overwhelmingly, white. But I’ve got 2 baby brothers now who are black, so you better fucking BELIEVE that I’m gonna fight and kick and scream until they have role models to look up to like I did! And THAT is why I freak out over John Boyega and Chadwick Boseman so much. Those guys are gonna be who my lil brothers get to look up to. But it doesn’t end there. We need MORE!

So give me Black James Bond
Bring me Latino Indiana Jones
Fill my screens with Asian Aragorns

Cuz I’m not shutting up until POC kids can look up to their heroes the same way I had the privilege to.


Maybe between doctors and detectives, it’s unusual”Clueing for looks in The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes.

Also, Nikolai is channeling the spirit of the Mofftiss in this exchange.

John has just danced away from Sherlock in Sherlock S3, without the “slightest, remotest chance” of “going home” to 221B … while Sherlock leaves the party early and alone. 

Keep in mind that Sherlock has pretty much told us everything about how he feels about John in S3. 


Watson: What’s going on? What happened to the girls?

Nikolai: Why, do you not prefer it this way?

Watson: What way?

Nikolai: Sure you don’t have to pretend. Mr. Holmes told us everything, about you, and him.  

Watson: About me and him?

Nikolai: Come on, no need to be bashful. We’re not bourgeois … maybe between doctors and detectives, it’s unusual … but in ballet. *shrugs* It is very usual. 

Watson: What are you saying?

Nikolai: Caprice of Mother Nature … look, Misha, Boris, Dimitri, Evgeni, Sergei … *considers* …. Sergei, half and half …  

False Love Part 14


Y/N’S P.O.V.

“One more!” I yelled laughing as the bartender made his way over to me and refilled my cup with the clear liquid.

“You see me and my boyfiend just broke up.” I slurred turning towards the man sitting on my right.

He nodded his head awkwardly and tried looking the other way. “Do you wanna know why we broke up?” I asked.

“I really have to g-” I grabbed his arm and brought him to sit down next to me. “Well I had just gotten great news from one of my bestfriends claiming that I was going to go on tour so me being me, I got excited and and…. what was I talking about again?” I mumbled scratching my head.

“You were talking about how you got great news and–”

“OH RIGHT! Silly me” I laughed slapping my forehead. “Well anyway, I made my way down to the basement and I heard him talking to his friends and… What was I talking about again?” The man sighed and ordered another drink.

“OH I REMEMBER NOW!” I giggled.”So I heard them talking about how I was just a bet. So that made me  really sad and now I’m here” I giggled.

The guy motioned the bartender open and rose his cup. “Another one.”

My eyes widened as I looked up at him, “….are you DJ Kahled?” He looked down at me and the smallest hint of a smile made its way onto his face.

“You should probably answer that.” I looked down and realized that my phone was ringing.

“Hello?” I asked answering the phone.

“Y/N where ar-”

“ITS ME!” I sang laughing as the guy who’s name I learned to be Tim chuckled.

“Where are you?” I looked at the phone and back up at Tim.

“This is one of his fiends.” I tried whispering, but it only came out as a yell. Tim nodded his head and took a sip of his drink. “I got this.” I tried winking.

“Who are you talking to?” John asked concerned.

“Did you know that banging your head against a wall burns 150 calories an hour?”

“What are you talk-”

“OOOH i bet you didn’t know that cherophobia is the fear of fun!” I giggled.

“Where are you?” John asked.

“I don’t exactly know…. HEY TIM WHAT’S THE NAME UP THIS PLACE?” I yelled laughing. “He’s said its called cinemax?”

“You mean Sinema? And who’s– You know what nevermind. I’ll be there in five.”

“Are you going to come turn up with-” I looked down at my black phone screen and frowned.

“He hung up on me.” I mumbled looking up at Tim. “But I think he’s going to come turn up with us Tim!” I happily yelled.

John’s P.O.V.

I walked through the club’s doors and looked around looking for the familiar brunette.

My attention was brought to the bar where there seemed to be a crowd cheering on… Y/N.

I watched as she stood on the bar and sang IDFWU by Big Sean. I quickly made my way to the bar and pushed everyone out of the way. I reached the bar and managed to grab y/n by the waist and bring her down as the crowd booed.

“JOHN!” She yelled giggling. Yup, she was gone. “TIM!” she yelled, catching the attention of a young dude sitting at the bar. “THIS IS THE ASSHOLE’S FRIEND GUYS!!” Everyone around us booed and Tim just shook his head chuckling.

“Let’s take you home” I mumbled trying to pull her out of the club.

“NO!” She yelled. “I wanna partaaaaaay with my bestie Tim” She slurred. “Ya know, Tim is my only real friend.”

“You just met him.” I said confused.

“But he hasn’t betrayed me.” She said smiling up at me. My heart broke as the words left her mouth knowing that I could have done something to prevent this.

“Let’s take you home.” I mumbled.

“But I don’t have a home John.” I closed my eyes as her innocent voice hit my ears.

“Yes you do, the Maloley residence is your home.”

She shook her head confused and looked up at me.”No it isn’t. Home is where you can feel loved and trust those around you“

“Well then lets take you to a hotel.” I said, looking down at her sadly.

“Okay.” She smiled. We were halfway out the door when y/n stopped in her tracks and turned around, “TIM!! I’LL MISS YOU BESTIE. AND DON’T YOU WORRY, I WON’T TELL ANYONE THAT YOU’RE SECRETLY DJ KAHLED!!” she yelled, trying to wink but it only came out looking like she smelt something bad. The guy waved to her and she finally turned around and kept walking.

I grabbed the keys from her outstretched hand and unlocked the car. She got in the passenger seat and closed her eyes as I started the journey to a hotel.

I picked up y/n from the passenger seat and brought her up to the room that I had booked for the night.

I laid her on the bed, careful not to wake her up, and pulled the covers over her small body.

I closed my eyes at the pain of having to say goodbye and placed a small kiss on her forehead.

I stood up and placed a ticket back to Los Angeles on the bedside table along with setting an alarm on her phone so she wouldn’t miss her flight.

I made my way towards the door and looked back at her sleeping figure before shaking my head and closing the door quietly.

It was over and there was nothing we could do to get her trust back.

DOUBLE BAAAAAM!! Surprise! I bet Yall didn’t expect another update. ;)

Anyways, I have decided that there will only be one chapter left to False Love (or two idk) and I’ll see of I can update it sooner than Sunday :)


Do you want to go a clueing?
Come on let’s go away
That girlfriend’s taken you up more
You close the door
Should I go run away?
You said I was your best friend
That you liked me
All I want to know is why?
Do you want to go a clueing?
We don’t have to go a clueing

*Go away, Sherlock!*

Why, oh why?

Do you want to go a clueing?
Or create havoc in the halls?
A new friend for me is way overdue
I want to capture you
Or tie you up to the wall!
(Just you wait, John)
If these drastic things will keep you
From those lousy girls
I’ll do any one or all!!
(Which one, which one, which one)


Please, I need your help now
Needles turned out not okay
You said Wait for me
And I’ve waited long
Just look at this dumb song
But now I’m sick
You said I was your best friend
Is that still as true?
Or is it another lie?
Do you want to go a clueing?
We don’t have to go a cluing…


Can we just please talk about Sherlock’s expressions in these scenes? Please?

These are unedited screencaps, so they’re exactly the way he looks in those scenes. I’m pretty sure any Sherlock fan (more importantly, any Adlock fan) can recognize these scenes, but if you don’t, I’ll remind you.

The first scene is after Sherlock finds out Irene Adler is “dead” and thinks she left him a clue to her phone’s passcode in John’s faulty blog counter. He’s playing the violin, seemingly unaffected, then when he thinks there’s a possibility Irene is alive, or at least has left him a clue, he gets so excited, it rouses him out of his stupor. But when he puts in the passcode and it’s wrong, and he realizes it’s not a brilliant clue, and she’s still “dead”, this is his expression. I mean, look at the man’s face: it’s the face of utter devastation concealed by apathy. Because he’s Sherlock Holmes, and he doesn’t feel things, so when he’s disappointed, he reacts by overcompensating and draining all emotion from his face to conceal the fact that he’s utterly let down (especially since John is in the room, and he maintains his god-like persona around John). It’s the face you make when you get your hopes up so high, only to have them crashing down around your ears, but you don’t want to lose your composure.

The second scene is so telling, it has to be in gif form to be appreciated in its entirety. It’s right when Sherlock gets back to Baker Street from the morgue, where he has just confirmed Irene Adler’s “death”. Keep in mind, he was just in Baker Street a few scenes ago for the Christmas party, and he was wearing nothing close to this expression. The only thing that’s significantly changed between the party and this scene is his knowledge of Irene’s “death”. But in this scene, he’s just stepped back into Baker Street for the first time since then, and his expression has changed completely. Instead of his usual arrogant air, he seems almost… lost… He has to look around Baker St as if it’s changed, as if he doesn’t recognize the place. As if the world has changed since he found out that Irene Adler is no longer part of it. I mean, you don’t usually get a look like that when you walk into your home on an ordinary day, do you?

The third scene is in the jumbo jet when he’s just found out that Irene played him. He first reacts with disbelief when Mycroft suggests the idea to him, but when Irene appears and confirms it – and to rub it in, casually dismisses him for Mycroft – this is his expression. There’s still disbelief, but for the first time, he doesn’t scoff at the idea, because she’s just cruelly confirmed it.. he looks as if he doesn’t quite believe she had done that to him. And then there’s the confusion, which, for someone like Sherlock Holmes is extraordinary. The mental sorting of the timeline and events to fit them into this new development. And then there’s the burgeoning pain of rejection and betrayal. The idea hasn’t quite sunk in yet, but the emotions are already there. The revelation is new and devastating, so he hasn’t had time or the preparation to school his features into apathy yet.

So… I’ll leave you to your own deductions.

Sorry for the long post, but I felt this needed to be said. Benedict Cumberbatch is such a talented actor that he can portray all these emotions (with perfect timing) in the limited expressions Sherlock allows himself.


A draft of cold air hit my bear arms stirring me from my sleep. Rolling to my side I noticed that my fiancé John wasn’t sleeping next to me. He had the balcony door open and was sitting on the ottoman. Grabbing a hoodie that John had thrown on the floor, I put it over my PJ’s and made my way to him.

“What are you doing, love?” I questioned wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

With a blunt in between his fingers, he took a drag. Putting out the flame in the ashtray, John removed my arms from around his shoulders. He guided me to sit next to him on the chair.

“Just looking at the stars; listening to the universe laughing at me.” He chuckled to himself before looking up. “It’s a half moon.”

I followed his gaze and stared.

“Why would the universe be laughing at you?”

“Because I’m about to do the stupidest thing known to mankind.”

I pulled the material of John’s hoodie closer to me as I turned to face him. “What does that mean?”

John sighed, running his fingers through his muddled hair.

“I don’t know how to say this.”

“Say what?” My heart started to thud. I let out a shaky breath, puzzled at was what he was talking about.

“(Y/N), I think…” John ran his fingers through his hair again before continuing. “I think we should call off the wedding.”

“What?” I asked.

John got up from the ottoman and paced around the balcony.

“I thought I could do this. I thought I was ready. The truth is I can’t. I thought I was ready to get married. I can’t.”

For a quick second it felt like the balcony was crashing in on me. I felt like I was falling head first. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the earth.

“(Y/N), say something. Please.” John came closer to me and kneeled in front of me. He tried to reach for my hands but I quickly pulled them away from him.

“You can’t just leave me like this.” I shook my head side to side when I felt tears leak from my eyes. “You can’t just end it like this.”

“I’m so sorry. You have to believe me.”

“So was everything fake then?! All the memories we shared, all the love we had. You asked me to marry you. Was it all a lie?!” I screamed.

“(Y/N), Shhh…keep your voice down. It’s late. Our neighbours are sleeping.” John moved my hair away from my face and behind my ears.

I wanted to nozzle my face closer to his hands but I knew that if I did there was no way I could be strong.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“No it wasn’t fake. Everything, we shared was real. It still is real. None of that was fake.”

I scoffed. Not wanting to hear any more of his lies, I got up and walked back into the bedroom.

“(Y/N). Talk to me please. I need you to talk to me.”

“Talk to you?! I can’t ever stand you right now. I don’t believe you John.”

I picked up a picture of us from my nightstand. I examined the picture for a second. John and I were on our first vacation together. We had gone to Miami to get away from all the stress we had in LA. We looked so happy, like we cold defy anything but now we are crumpling.

I chucked the picture at the wall next to me. “When it’s real, you can’t walk away. So why are you walking away now?!”

“(Y/N)…Listen to me ok?” John stepped closer to me, grabbing my hands in his. “I love you. I still do. I always will.”

“I call bullshit on that John.” I yanked my hands away from him. Walking back a few steps I wanted to create space between us. There had been distance between us for so long but at this moment I felt like I was being suffocated by him.

“No, I do. Don’t say that. But I can’t marry you knowing that I won’t be happy. I can’t do that to you. I love you enough to let you go.”

I looked up at John with tears in my eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do to make you happy again. Tell me how to help you be happy again. I want you to be part of my life forever, John. I promised you that I would make you feel the happiest when I agreed to marry you so tell me what I have to do.”

“There’s nothing you can do.”

I moved farther away from John feeling helpless. “What made you change your mind?”

My voice barely came out as a whisper. I felt like I was screaming at the top of my lungs in a room full of people yet no one heard me. My guess was that John probably felt the exact same way about this relationship.

“It’s not like one day I woke up and decided this wasn’t for me anymore. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I just feel like we have different paths now.”

I nodded, not being to find my voice to verbally answer him.

“That doesn’t mean I still don’t love you, (Y/N). I still love you with my every being. I just don’t think I can carry on in this relationship.”

“How did I miss the signs?” I asked, more to myself.

“I try to hide my feelings but it only gets worse. I thought that if I kept it to myself, it would go away. But it didn’t.”

I sat on the bed we once shared our love in. “So that’s it…We’re just done.”

“Like I said, (Y/N). I will always love you. No matter what. I’ll be back later to collect my things.” John walked over to me. He stood above me for a few seconds. I refused to make eye contact with him. I felt like whatever strength of mind I had left would crumble away if I looked at him.

He kissed my forehead before walking out of the bedroom, along with my heart.

A/N: Part 2

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  • Holmes:Excellent reflexes. You'll do.
  • Holmes:*to himself* I should smile, normal people smile don't they, he'll think I'm rude if I don't smile, I'm going to do it, he has to like me, no one likes someone who never smiles*
  • Holmes:*smiles*
  • Watson:*raises eyebrows*
  • Holmes:*to himself* I'm smiling right, I'm doing it, I'm being polite, why does he look that way???
  • Watson:*slightly concerned now* Are you...are you okay???
  • Stamford:Don't worry, Watson, he's always like that.