Yesterday I started crying while I was waiting at the bus stop, and a random guy walking past came up to me and handed me a bag of brownies, saying 'I got you some brownies to cheer you up'. And then he said he hoped I had a nice day, and goodbye, and left. I didn't know him, a stranger just saw that I was upset, and went into a shop and bought me some brownies. People are wonderful.
Dear Roomy brick, I really had an awesome time talking to you. I wish we had talked some more. Sucks that it ended so abruptly. Anyway, I hope you feel better and cheer up, man! Sincerely, Matchless table
luckykrelle replied to your photo: This note was left on my windshield, under a...
What is a west car sticker? I want a pic if your car now! ;)
Cutest! Cutest car sticker! I don't know which one she's referring too, because I have one on each back window, but I'll take pictures of them later tonight and post them!
But as for the rest of my car, I love my car, like too much, so I sorta already made a photoset... http://aideyn.tumblr.com/post/52885696638/so-i-got-my-car-detailed-so-i-love-it-so-much
I'm standing next to my locker at my work, when a guy I've never met before comes and stands at the locker next to mine. Then, this occurs: Stranger: *pointing at my One Ring that I have around my neck* "So, that's your precious, huh?" Me: *clutching the ring in my hand* "Yeah, it's my own, my precious." Then, realizing the (accidental) quote, we both grin at each other like idiots before walking away. Still have no idea who the hell he is.
You: sorry to interupt your date, but I think we've hit a bit of a snag, John - SH
Stranger: What sort of snag? -JW
You: Well, there have been what you call 'revelations' in my life - SH
Stranger: Revelations. OK. I'll pretend like that makes sense, shall I? -JW
Stranger: Wait, what? Why? -JW
You: Because, I don't want to be having these 'affections' for you. - SH
Stranger: You can't just-- Stay there, alright? I'm coming home. We're not having this conversation via text. -JW
You: John, don't you'll only make it worse... fine - SH
Stranger: I'm in a cab. Tell me you'll still be there when I get home. You can't leave without at least talking to me first. -JW
You: Fine. - SH
Stranger: You're an idiot, by the way. -JW
You: Sherlock rummages around with his stuff, he only has an over night bag packed but it's at least something. He knew he just needed to get away from John just for a while so he could figure how his reactions were without the man by his side. The detective glances at his phone. He twitches, He's the idiot, then again..
Don't start with me - SH
Stranger: John jiggles his leg anxiously and wills the taxi to go faster. Mary had been pissed when he bolted, but it wasn't going anywhere anyway. He'd known that since the start. His phone buzzes and he checks the text. He shakes his head at Sherlock. "Don't start?" he mutters under his breath. "Bit late for that..." He punches out a reply.
Why didn't you /say/ anything? -JW
You: because I can't leave when I look you in the face, you always have this...'power' if you will that compels me to stay, John - SH
Stranger: "Shit!" John exclaims upon reading the text, making the cabbie glance back at him. John's already tapping out a furious reply.
If you're thinking of leaving before I get back, don't. Don't you dare. -JW
You: Sherlock is midway from packing his violin when his phone goes off. He glances at the coffee table where he had left it and sighed, walking over picking up the phone and reading the words on the screen. Slowly he raises an eyebrow. What John really that daft?
You told me you'd be home, and to stay here. then I'll be here when you get here. - SH
Stranger: Minutes later, John pays the cabbie, fumbles with the keys, and takes the stairs two at a time until he's standing in the doorway of their flat, flushed and panting.
You: Sherlock glances up from finally clicking shut his violin case and putting it down beside his bag. "John." He says and strands up straight, though not looking at him.
Stranger: "You never said," John bursts out. "How long have I been living here, and you never said a bloody /word/."
You: "Word about what?" He says as he picks up his coffee bug and sips from it, still not looking at the other man but now out the window at the grey skies.
Stranger: John glares at Sherlock's back. "'Revelations?' 'Affections?' I'm not an idiot, Sherlock. I can read between the lines of your bloody texts, mate."
You: Sherlock seems to freeze, his back going a bit ridged compared to normal. "Yes, I have emotional ties to you that do not want to be called friendship, yes John. I do fancy you." He admits, a bittersweet tone in his voice
Stranger: "God /dammit/, Sherlock," John swore, smacking his palm against the doorway. "Why can't you just express your emotions like an ordinary person? Everybody-- /everybody/ has been saying since day bloody one that you fancied me. And I kept telling them all that you're not like that-- That we're not like that-- Because you /said/ 'married to your work' and I bloody /believed/ you." He smacks his palm against the door frame again in frustration.
You: Sherlock winces at the sound of John sitting the door frame and he finally glances back at him. "It didn't start Day one John. It grew and now... I give up, I don't know how to handle it and.." He shakes his hand and sips his coffee again. "You are much too good for me, what does it matter if I don't express things in an ordinary way, I am no where near Ordinary John and I thought that you knew that." He put the coffee cup back on the table and yet never stopped gazing at him. "You retorted the same way, you said no."
Stranger: "I said I'm not gay, you prat." John shakes his head, staring at Sherlock. "And you never /asked/ if I was bi."
You: Sherlock shakes his head and turns away again from him. "you are too good for me, John. Plus, I am not breaking up what you and Mary have, I've learned not to be selfish." He says but he doesn't mean it. He wants John all to himself of course.
Stranger: "It's not gonna work between me and Mary. Just like it couldn't work between me and Jeannette or me and Sarah." John sighs wearily, shoulders sagging. "It can't work between me and anyone else, because it's got to be me and you, hasn't it?"
You: "What do you mean, it has to be?" Sherlock said, his upper lip twitching slightly and his eyes narrowing. John was being over dramatic once again and yet Sherlock didn't feel the need to point it out. He looked over his shoulder and frowned at him. "I don't understand, I thought you were sure about her?"
Stranger: John shook his head. "You don't get it, do you? You never have. Sherlock... I have been trying to get over you since the day I shot that cabbie. It's been years. I don't think it's gonna happen. Do you?
You and the stranger both like Johnlock, Superwholock, and Mystrade.
You: [all these beautiful likes]
Stranger: [I'm conflicted, what to play...]
You: [same.]
You: [who do you usually play?]
Stranger: [The ordinary ones. John and Greg. I think...I got an idea. A Superlock one. x3 Wait a sec.]
You: [OHHOHO!]
You: [that's odd, I play Mycroft and Sherlock *wink* how interesting]
Stranger: Mycroft? Let me in. I know, you're home. Open the bloody door.
Stranger: [A match made by a Cupid I suppose. xD]
You: I am not coming outside. You can leave now. Off the premise,
Stranger: I don't have /time/. -sounds rather out of breath now- -and the heavy rain isn't helping-
You: -slams open the door- Well, it's not my fault you don't carry around an umbrella, come in.
Stranger: -but one look at his face should show, that an umbrella is the last of his concerns- -pale as a sheet- -not boyish smile on his lips for once- -stumbles inside- -knees almost buckling-
You: Are you all right? you're soaked and all over my carpet. -stumbles back a bit, surpise somewhere inside the ice coat of his voice. - What happened, -offers him his hand-
Stranger: -stares down at the wet spots forming on the fabric- ...sorry. -mumbles- -brushes his hair back- -and looks around disoriented for a moment- -then catches himself- -takes a deep breath- -not taking his hand- I'm dying.
You: -mycroft says nothing, there's a cracking expression on his face like the ice is breaking- No. No you are not. -he mutters and grabs his arm pulling him up- You are not dying, don't even start.
You: [WHYYYYY TT_TT ]
Stranger: -clings to the taller man- -and his eyes are dead serious- Yes, I am. -his voice is firm with the knowledge of someone who has seen death many times and knows it like an old friend- ...it's alright. -swallows- I just...I'm not finished yet. I need your help.
Stranger: [Because I'm evil?]
Stranger: [And deep down, we're all masochists.]
You: I am not letting you die here, or at all if I can help it. -he mutters but listens anyway, holding him-
You: [that's true, just depends on the character, right?]
Stranger: Shut up. -huffs- -almost seems amused at his protest- You're a good man, Mycroft Holmes. Better than you allow yourself to believe. And I'm...so sorry, that I'm going to burden you with this, but you're the only one, who could possibly manage, what I need to ask of you.
Stranger: [Oh, I was talking about us as the players. We suffer...but we're happy about it.]
You: [that seems to sound like something Ron Weasley said in the third harry potter movie...]
Stranger: [......damn, you got me. xP]
You: [ <3! I KNEW IT!]
You: What do you want me to do, don't you dare die on me. -Holds him close- I'm not, don't lie like that.
Stranger: I don't have time for your modesty, Mycroft. -whispers- -weakening in his grip- Have you heard of the supernatural? The lore about werewolves and vampires? Demons...and whatever else you can possibly imagine.
You: Yes - he hisses and narrows his eyes, what is he playing at?-
Stranger: It's real. -quietly- A real threat. And...and they are coming. I have tried to protect this city. Watched it for... -swallows- ...thousands of years. But I needed to bring Sherlock back and... -shudders- ...I don't have anything left. -sounds scared for the first time- ...I'll burn out, Mycroft. Like the very last bit of a candle.
You: Sherlock is alive you fool, he has been. He faked his death, what did you do!? -shock is now on his face and he holds him even closer-
Stranger: -gives him a weak smile- He did. Couldn't really fake the bullet though, that went through his brain a week later by Moriarty's furious lover. -sways slightly- -can't waste time on this- It doesn't matter now. I needed to save him and...I gave him all, that I had left. -looks up at him- I'm going to vanish. There is nothing you can do about it. I'll just be another of the fallen.
You: Moran. He's.. -stares at him, no.- Don't you dare go, don't you dare leave me alone, don't! Please, I've never... don't do this, why. You gave it all for him and yet you left me..behind, it's always Sherlock isn't it? always.
Stranger: -reaches up- -his hand trembling, but still warm, as he presses it against Mycroft's cheek- You need him. London needs him. All of you will manage. -then can't contain himself in his vessel anymore- -large, grey wings breaking out of his back- -they look ruffled and torn from more than one fight- -sagging heavily-
You: No. -breathing heavy and he stares- Don't you...what.. -he touches the wings gently, confused, startled, all these emotions that seemed to have burst from inside the ice- Don't you dare, leave me...all alone.
You: [PLOT TWIST]
You: [gwah]
Stranger: (-patpat-)
You: [why did you do this meeeee it was so good, dammnit all]
Stranger: I'm sorry. -quietly- I can't... -bites his bottom lip- -and admits almost not audibly- I don't even know, where I will go. -swallows- Hope...I can watch you from there.
Stranger: (-pets-)
You: [i will bring him back, mark my words]
Stranger: (Well, there's always Crowley~)
You: -he leans in and holds him close once more, kissing his forehead and frowned slightly- I will get you back. You'll only be gone for a while. I can Promise you that much.
Stranger: No. -gasps- Don't. I can't let you pay for this. I...I've lived for millennia, Mycroft. Every star burns out sometime. -tries a smile- I'm glad, it was worth something. -his knees give out-
You: I can't live without you, don't. -bites his lip and gently falls to his knees, bringing him down with him-
Stranger: -wraps his arms around him- -offering comfort, even now- -smelling of rain and the coffee, he must have had earlier- Yes, you can. -whispers- We have barely known each other. But I have seen your soul and...it's brighter than you can imagine. -kisses his cheek- -breath shallow-
You: Don't bullshit me, don't you dare. -glares at him, but there is this utter fear in his eyes- You, where ever you go. You better be happier there. You better not look back and..-he closes his eyes- you better be alive when I come and find you.
Stranger: -looks at him for a long moment- You really are magnificent. -quietly- Made sure, you'll get to heaven some day. But I'm afraid, we'll never meet again. -swallows- -his eyes suddenly suspiciously bright- I wished, we could have met differently.
You: I wish too. Good luck where ever you go. -runs his hands through his hair-
Stranger: -settles down- -wings spreading out over the carpet- It's good. -breathes out- Couldn't have wished for a lovelier last sight. -closes his eyes-
You: I'm sorry... -cups his cheek-
Stranger: -touches his hand- -but doesn't answer- -exhales slowly- -and falls still- -there is a flash of light- -and then there is only his dead vessel and the burnt imprint of his wings on the floor-
You: [now what.]
Stranger: (Well, read up on the lore and call Crowley? ...or weep on his grave. Maybe both.)
You: [or maybe.]
Stranger: (Yes?)
You: -it's been five days since the funeral.- I give up, you never told me what to do.
Stranger: Well, that's what happens to the sentimental ones, Darling. -a rather short, dark haired guy calmly says- -hands in the pockets of his dark coat-
You: -turns- Crowley, isn't it?
Stranger: My, I'm flattered. So, you've heard of me. -smirks at him- What did sweet Gregory tell you?
You: Nothing I didn't already know. -smirks slightly-
Stranger: Well, I'm sure he could have told you so~ much more. -purrs- -then clicks his tongue- But we shouldn't mix business with pleasure.
You: -tuts slightly- I didn't.
Stranger: Oh, I /did/. Back in the day. -licks his lips- But I'm sure, you already got a taste of that, didn't you, big boy? -teases darkly-
You: Well that's too bad for you, isn't it you son of a bitch -another man steps out from behind a tree near by-
You: [now for my plot twist. *wink*]
Stranger: (xD)
Stranger: -rolls his eyes- -doesn't even turn to the the other- You want him back or not?
You: -Mycroft stared at him- Depends on the price.
Stranger: Well, that's something we can discuss, can't we? -drawls- I want your soul. And I /know/ you'll give ti to me. Love does that to a guy.
You: Winchester, you can play with him, bargain me a price. -spins his umbrella and stares at the grave-
You: We don't play with souls there Crawley. You know how much I hate it when you fuck people over. -his gun is out-
Stranger: -doesn't look very impressed- If you shoot me, you'll get nothing. There is only one person with enough power to bring back an angel and that's me. I'm your /only/ hope. So put the gun /down/.
You: can't do a favour can you?
Stranger: I'd be out of business if I did. -calmly- And even i can't do it without the juice of a deal.
You: I can bring someone much more powerful down here to play with you, Crawley. -the Winchester glares-
Stranger: Stop calling me that. -hisses- And if you got oh so big friends, then why don't you make them clean up your mess.
Stranger: *?
You: well you came running first. -smirks-
Stranger: Piss off. -growls- Let the adults handle that.
You: Take it. - Mycroft turns to him- It's not like I have one to give you. -the Winchester backs off-
Stranger: -narrows his eyes- What are you talking about?
You: -smirks- I am the same as you, I can just hide it much better.
Stranger: B-but... -stares at him- How...? -disbelieving- -doesn't get, how Greg didn't notice-
You: [there you go]
Stranger: (:3)
You: He's a bit of a daft inspector.
Stranger: -smirks- -catching himself- Then why would you want him back?
You: Because I'm in love with him. -pats the grave stone-
Stranger: -raises his eyebrows- I thought, you liked them clever.
You: Yes. But he had so much heart.
Stranger: -chuckles- He was an /angel/. What did you expect?
You: I expected him to sense me, but he didn't. Why do think I brought Sam instead of Dean, Dean would have killed me on the spot, sent me back to hell. -scoffs- Samuel heard me out, he understands. I truly care for him.
Stranger: Aren't you precious? -mocks- Well, if that's the case, I think, my demands are pretty clear.
You: I have no soul to give you, I am a duke of Hell I can not give you anything you can't already get. -smiles sadly at the grave stone-
Stranger: But you're a smart one. And I enjoy that. Not so much as having a pet though. And since I lost my last one... -meets his eyes- I will bring him back to life. But he'll belong to me.
You: [I feel as if Mycroft would threaten bobby or something, would that work?]
Stranger: (No. Crowley is smarter than that. it would just make him angry.)
You: [true.]
You: then you are no use here, are you, what do you want?
Stranger: Oh, aren't you just beautifully selfish, Mycroft? So it's not about his /life/. it's about you /owning/ him. How romantic. -mocks-
You: then what say you? -snarls-
Stranger: You could see him again. Isn't that, what you want?
You: Yes, but I don't wish to own him. He should be free, I don't wish to owe him any more then I already do -his eyes narrow-
Stranger: Well, I want /something/. And you'll agree.
You: what do you want?
Stranger: A new pet.
You: Continue on.
Stranger: Him.
You: No.
Stranger: Then he'll stay in the nothingness, that's purgatory.
Stranger: Together with all the other monsters.
You: I'll give you anything not him.
Stranger: Well, that's exactly, why I won't take anything else.
Stranger: Take it or leave it, Holmes.
You: -turns back to the grave-
Stranger: -waits for an answer-
You: [gwah I don't know!]
Stranger: (xD)
You: He said not to. -runs his hands through his hair-
Stranger: -rolls his eyes- He was afraid for your soul, not what happens to him-
Stranger: *.
You: bring him back for me.
Stranger: -smirks in triumph- As soon as you seal the deal, Darling.
You: I am not kissing you
Stranger: -raises his eyebrows- /That/'s upsetting you?
You: I'm not kissing anyone that isn't him, understand.
Stranger: It's not a deal otherwise.
You: ...fine
Stranger: -steps close-
You: -umbrella to his throat-
Stranger: -stills- -and looks at him calmly-
You: you will not harm him, you will not do anything that you don't ask me previously of when you 'play with him' -pulls him into the kiss- sealed.
Stranger: -wets his lips- We'll see. -snaps his fingers- -and Lestrade appears next to the grave stone- -naked- -wings spread wide- -looks disoriented- -shivers-
You: He's just as much a pet for you, as he is for me a*puts his coat around him* Sorry.
Stranger: -looks up- Myc. -mutters- What? -put Crowley has already stepped close and fastened a heavy leather collar around his neck- "Keep telling yourself that, posh boy." -and vanishes-
You: -Mycroft stares off and bites his bottom lip.-
Stranger: -swallows- -the leather feels odd against his skin- -and he doesn't understand- -wets his lips- I...I...what's going on?
You: I apologize. I have...done something truly wrong.
Stranger: -looks at him- -eyes soft with affection- What did you do? -whispers-
You: I raised you with the help of crawley.
Stranger: -sighs- What did you give him?
You: you.
Stranger: -pales visibly-
You: I was able to find a loop hole, but I need a better one. I'm working on it. Sherlock is as well. I apologize.
Stranger: -swallows- It's too late. "Did you say goodbye?" -Crowley sing songs- "Because I'm done waiting." -has reappeared right next to them- -smirks at Mycroft- "Told you, you'd see him again. never said, he would stay." -and the next moment, they are both gone-
