█ ▌ ╳┊ JOHN LUTHER

INDIE JOHN LUTHERWRITTEN BY MEG

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                      “mornin’, love. Didn’t wake ya did I?” 

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so I’m feeling semi-okay today… if anyone wants to tag me in a starter to help me get my flow back, or LIKE THIS and I’ll tag you in something small. Thanks for the patience guys!

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Yo, I'm sorry I haven't been around. I'm usually quite private and don't like posting but I'm actually really depressed at the minute and I'm not telling you guys to get sympathy I just want to let you know why I haven't been around. I'm having an awful time and I just can't deal with it. BUT, I have wanted to come back I guess I just feel awkward because I disappeared and I do want to get active again on John and Sherlock so I just hope if I come back you'll understand. Cheers, Meg.

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Send "Hey there" to pin my character against the wall and kiss them.

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                       “how are things with Beth, mate?” 

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♡ binch

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fortitudina:

           Her usually sharp features soften, keen eyes alerted to his unknowing.words. Normally she resembled that of a shark but now, she was far from possessing her shark-like nature. She always yearned to impress the male before her — her nature aiding in such a thing. Normally though, She’d go to find him not the other way around.

                  “ You’re here because you know I am the only one who                                       will understand — who will listen to you. ”

         Lips pursed and her eyes looked about before returning to him with her expression still soft; eyes glinting a hint of concern.

               “ How about we get you a drink and perhaps we move the conversation                           to somewhere – a little more comfortable than the wall? ”

                         SHE’S RIGHT -- she’s the only one who understands him... how his mind works. Everyone around him makes it obvious that they walk on eggshells to avoid his rage but no one seems to understand that they are not in danger. Bad men and inanimate objects are the only ones with any chance of being harmed... and to be treated like a feral dog makes him feel as though he’s a bomb waiting to go off.

                               John heaves a sigh, hands shoved into his trouser pockets... eyes now on the floor by his feet. He’s silent for a good few seconds before standing up straight, pushing past her and heading towards the living area, 

                                     “get the kettle on then.”

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fmninty:

             pleased at him wanting to eat with her, watson nods, scooping her hair back and up into a ponytail with the elastic on her wrist ; it was subconscious and only sherlock had pointed it out. she brings down a couple of mugs and begins fixing tea, smiling a little to herself, pleased that kitty is off having a social life and finding his presence nice. he was a great change and he was funny and interesting and… she turns with his tea in hand, “ there’s sugar just there if you want it.. so, uh, how long are you planning to stay? it’s not a problem, of course, i’m just curious - won’t they miss you in london? “ her mug is taken in hand, settling herself at the kitchen table with a small sigh, keeping her smile trained on him.

                        John takes his cup of tea with a grateful smile, then sets it down on the table and sits himself down. It’s comical, really -- the sight of such a big man settling himself in a small chair. He wraps his hands around his mug and lets it warm his palms, eyes lifting to watch her. “Nah, milk an’ none is fine for me.” 

                          He takes a sip of his tea, pausing as he wonders how to answer her question. “er, yeah I reckon they will. I took personal leave so I can go back when I want like... s’just a case of how quick I get bored really.” FORCED personal leave... but he won’t disclose that yet. “I dunno,” John leans back in his chair and looks off to the side, “I want a fresh start so if I can find work ‘ere then... maybe for a good while.” He likes Joan -- so she’s an added bonus.

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fakedpersona:

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     “You must be WOEFULLY disappointed.” Though not in her rather   - poorly constructed cell ( currently ten and counting when it comes to ways of escaping ), he is possibly pleased at the thought. It can be hard to tell with him. He always appears to be permanently grumpy.

                         “Bein’ disappointed doesn’t change the outcome.” He responds, clearing his throat, then leans back in his chair and crosses his legs. He focuses his gaze on her and coincidentally he DOES look grumpy -- he seems to be in a permanent state of melancholy these days. “But at least I can leave ‘ere freely. Unlike some people.”

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fmninty:

             “ no worries, uh, you know where everything is… “ she pauses a moment, smiling at the sound of his laugh before moving to the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, “ do you want a drink? or uh, something to eat? “ joan glances at a tray of yorkshire puddings left on the side ( sherlock had stopped throwing them away, something to do with one of crystals siblings liking to eat them ). there’s peace for a moment, her putting the kettle down and pouring a glass of water, “ there’s a really nice thai place a few blocks away, if you’re interested. it’s eat-in or take-out.. if you haven’t got plans already ; i know kitty said something about wanting to go out with you at some point. “

                     “Uhm, yeah. Tea if you have it.” He shakes his head at the offer of food, thinking that he’ll get something later. John likes to wander -- doesn’t like to be stuck in, so he figures he’ll EXPLORE and get something on the way. Luther follows her to the kitchen and lingers by the door, hands shoved into the front pockets of his trousers, eyebrows lifting at the multitude of yorkshire puddings sitting on the side. He doesn’t ask. When she offers to go out he looks slightly SHY ( an odd look for a big man ) and a smile appears on his lips, “yeah, yeah that’d be good. I dunno my way round yet an’ Kitty said she’s busy.”

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Luther’s boss: if we can pin this on his mental illness then maybe I won’t lose my job

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 I’m watching the end of season 1 of Luther and it’s just... so sad. 

Like... his best mate kills his wife and John finds her dead, he’s sobbing. But even through this he notices that Ian has smashed the window, door, picture frame etc to obviously frame John and his anger because everyone knows he flips out and breaks things because of his Bipolar. So then Breathe Me by Sia comes on as he’s crying and running and God it’s so sad, and his BOSS who he’s known forever and loves and trusts is in on it all. Good God. No wonder the man is so broken.

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fortitudina:

      Alice crouched slightly, her eyes wanting to catch his, to get him to look to her directly. Such words he spoke caused her chest to tighten and she wanted to rectify his thoughts, quickly. 

                      “ You mean, wanting to top yourself? — you are speaking                               to the crazy woman who slits her wrists for the fun of it John… ”

      Perhaps there was an essence of care to her tone, even hidden behind her words. Yes, she’d thought often of ending it but then she thought of the satisfaction it may bring to others if she did and abruptly stopped herself. Her hand tentatively reached forward, settling itself lightly upon his upper arm.

                                     “ John — talk to me.. ”

                       John lifts his eyes to meet hers briefly, then shakes his head, running a hand over his face. “it’s not even that -- sheer want, s’more like.... y’know, when you get bored and think and your head keeps goin’ and wont stop.” He’s impulsive and this is a factor. He coughs slightly, slouches, back still against the wall, eyes moving to look at her hand when he feels it against his upper arm. “I dunno,” his voice raises slightly, without meaning to, “I dunno, it’s hard to explain. I don’t even know why I’m here,” and he laughs -- but the sound is absent of any humour.

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fmninty:

            “ no, it’s fine. “ joan calls over her shoulder as she makes to retrieve the spare bedding she’d folded away, “ he’s breeding them. bees. i think. cross breeding or something and he hasn’t had a case in a few days so… “ she sighs, smiling as she turns and holds out the bedding, “ he gets a bit, uh, rude. more rude, when he’s bored - he’ll go see his girlfriend later and come back just peachy. “ honestly, she hoped gregson would call him in before then ; he needed something to occupy him.

                      “ah, right. Got stung on a beach in Clacton once an’ discovered I’m allergic so I’m not really a fan.” He listens to her speak about her partner who ( if he’s honest ) sounds quite strange, but he’s staying in their home so who is he to judge. John smiles at that and gives a laugh -- voice deep, “yeah that’d brighten anyone’s mood.” GIRLFRIEND... so they aren’t together... interesting information. “uhm, thanks. I appreciate it.”

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