
Justin Timberlake & Ryan Gosling - 1994
elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
Now I’m lying on the cold hard ground
you little BITCH

I can still feel the warmth of your hand and the way your heartbeat radiated out to your fingertips while you were silently anxious. I can feel our fingers, intertwined, and your skin beneath the pad of my thumb. And I can smell your expensive-as-fuck cologne and your freshly-pressed suit mixing with the sharpness and the usual musk of a recently disinfected hospital lift.
I can hear a heartbeat pounding in my ears, one which is soon brushed aside by a loop of your earlier briefing. I can feel nails digging into my palm as I gripped the shoulder strap of my duffel, inside which lay the best rifle in my possession.
As you’d requested, boss.
I can still hear the soft bell that sounded when the lift reached my floor, and the way your hand closed ever so slightly tighter around mine before letting go. I can hear the sound of the lift doors closing as I stepped out, and feel my arm lift to give the first salute I’d given in a long time.
The “good luck, boss,” that came out was barely more than a resigned mutter.
I think I always knew. Which is more than likely to be what you wanted. You bastard.
The door closed on your snarky little Irish grin and glinting eyes. And I had half a mind to step back in there. To slam you against the fucking wall.
Or, maybe, for another reason entirely. I don’t know anymore.
But there were things that needed to be taken care of. Rifles to set up. People to follow. Falls to watch.
And that’s what you hired me for, yeah?
Even so, I miss you, boss.
Leave a note when?
Moriarty leaves Moran a letter the day of the fall.
WHAT IF THAT’S WHAT SHERLOCK ASKED MOLLY TO DO?!?!?!





