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Chapter Five: Fridays

On Fridays we fall.

Read on AO3 here

Teresa didn’t remember the drive home. Her memory was fragmented – a smear of sound and a pulse of streetlights. Jane had brought her back. He’d driven cautiously for once. She’d wanted him to drive faster – faster and further, until everything was behind them. Until blood was just a watercolour in the rearview.

Maybe then the smell wouldn’t feel so parasitic.

She hadn’t slept in days. Her body had trudged through the motions, but she’d done her job, kept it together and played her part right up to the roll of the credits.

There was no longer anything left to brace against. Nothing to keep her from folding in, collapsing into herself like the black hole she felt.

Huddled into the corner of the shower stall, knees clasped to her chest, she let the water run down her face. At first it had scalded, something akin to hot thorns against chafed skin, the steam coagulating around her until the whole room felt like soup. But at some point, the sharpness dulled. Numbness crept in behind it, and the prickling faded to nothing. She couldn’t feel it anymore. Couldn’t feel anything.

Her clothes clung to her like sadness, heavy with water. She hadn’t taken them off… maybe she’d forgotten or perhaps it had just been too much effort. It didn’t matter. Her hair draped over her shoulders like molten iron, dragging her down second by second.

...

[someonesaidcake]

OMGGGG I think I Miss Congeniality-d this answer

you probably meant season as in of the show. lmaoooo omg I'm so sorry for being a dumbass lmaoooo

Okay okay

So season 1/2: love Baby!Jisbon with all my heart. The eye smex is everything.

Season 6: THE TENSION (and her hair)

Season 7: the happy every after

I love them all really, but the above is PEAK.

Again I'm sorry I'm a dumbass 🫠😅🤣

I'm leaving this instead of editing it bc it's actually so funny I was that duuuhhh so like enjoying laughing at me.

hello! ☀️ i hope you're well!

i just have a quick question for you today:

● what's your favorite season in terms of jisbon?

And if you'd like to share why, I'd love to know 🥰

- From your secret gift sender 🌷 -

Hello friend 🥰

Spring is always my favourite season and I think it would be so beautiful at their cabin, all the new flowers and the birds coming back. Love love love.

However, they always give me Winter vibes. I don’t know why. Just lazy Sundays and big blankets and the fire going where they can uhhhhh snuggle. Winter is an excuse to cuddle for warmth and I think Jane would use that excuse. Also... Christmas, you know the man doesn't need a reason for giving gifts but I feel like he would OWN the FBI secret santa.

So basically either of those (no shade to Autumn - you're very pretty and usually have the best wardrobe, we're just not stoked on the colour red so much y'know and Summer... I know Jane is a fan of the little summer shorts his wife breaks out, but his shirts need extra dry cleaning over summer ijs)

[someonesaidcake]

hello! ☀️ i hope you're well!

i just have a quick question for you today:

● what's your favorite season in terms of jisbon?

And if you'd like to share why, I'd love to know 🥰

- From your secret gift sender 🌷 -

Hello friend 🥰

Spring is always my favourite season and I think it would be so beautiful at their cabin, all the new flowers and the birds coming back. Love love love.

However, they always give me Winter vibes. I don’t know why. Just lazy Sundays and big blankets and the fire going where they can uhhhhh snuggle. Winter is an excuse to cuddle for warmth and I think Jane would use that excuse. Also... Christmas, you know the man doesn't need a reason for giving gifts but I feel like he would OWN the FBI secret santa.

So basically either of those (no shade to Autumn - you're very pretty and usually have the best wardrobe, we're just not stoked on the colour red so much y'know and Summer... I know Jane is a fan of the little summer shorts his wife breaks out, but his shirts need extra dry cleaning over summer ijs)

[someonesaidcake]

a Smol Bean Angel in rl too.

Happy 52nd Birthday Robin Tunney!

19.06.1972

Mentalist Birthdays - [5/?]

Tagging under the cut:

@lightningzombie, @feministjane, @backgroundagent3, @adder24, @magicandmaybe

@margaretintherain, @wildwildtarget, @kathnaris, @bookboundromance, @a-carnie-and-a-cop

@psychicpinenut, @kaimelypowaaah, @stxrdust-widow, @lonely-zombiiiiieeeee, @emilie786

@louisaland, @autumn0689, @sleeplesswiftie, @lisbonloaferrs, @javier-pena

@lizzybennets, @smoakmonster, @thiscoldheart, @lovejisbon, @kingarthurlovesmerlin

@lovelydrusilla, @middlingmay, @whereyourtreasureis, @reeselisbon, @sunnymentalist

@someonesaidcake, @zfarro, @lisbonsversion, @queeenpersephone, @kalagangschemistry

@thatbitchmabel, @cull3nblaze, @thetumblinggnome, @sylviedonnas, @lisbonsteresa

@lucyschens, @lovelyworlddd, @what-freak, @dreamyairy, @lady-of-winterhell

@boodunnit, @jisbonlover, @lilacvicky, @aezuliamah

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Mentalist || Season 8 Fic

Chapter Sixteen || Wilted Petals

Read on AO3 here

The weather was balmy, and the rolling hills behind the cabin wore the first greens of spring like a fresh coat of paint. He’d packed a picnic – carefully wrapped each item and bundled them into the cane basket that waited patiently on the table, like it knew what the day was meant to be.

He stood by the big windows, gaze drawn out toward the lake. The birds were back – bright things with even brighter songs, flitting between branches of the trees like they were composing a playful symphony. The whole world felt mellow. His heart stretched wide in his chest, so full it almost spilled over – love and devotion pooling around him, cloaking him.

“Ready,” she said, voice like a melody behind him.

He’d heard her coming – bare feet whispering over varnished floorboards – but let her catch him anyway. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and she pressed a kiss to the cusp of his shoulder, like an angel’s flutter.

“How do I look?” she asked, stepping back. Her warmth lingered though, like it always did now. Close. Within reach, even when she wasn’t touching him.

He turned slowly, then traced her deliberately. The dress was long and light; white with tiny blue flowers that danced when she moved. Her hair was pulled back. Her shoulders bare save for the thin straps brushing her freckled skin. She shimmered slightly, like sunlight through mist, and he recognised the scent of her moisturiser, sweet vanilla. Her belly curved outward, full and firm – and he knew exactly how it would feel under his hand.

She looked stunning. Ethereal.

So, he told her what he was already thinking. “You look beautiful.”

She could steal the breath from his lungs with nothing more than a sundress and a smile.

“I feel like I won’t even fit through the doorway.” She laughed, both hands sliding instinctively over her belly. “Come out already!”

She didn’t always love being pregnant – but God, it suited her.

He grinned, tongue sweeping briefly across his bottom lip. “We could always stay here. Eat naked on the bed.”

“You would—” she started, but the words caught.

Her eyes dropped to her stomach, brow tightening. “Jane… we might need to nix the picnic.”

He followed her eyes to the floor. And a small, darkening patch on the hardwood.

“My water just broke.”

[someonesaidcake]

Love [to hurt] you too 🙃🙃

Chapter Four: Wednesdays

Read here on AO3

When Wednesday night rolled around, he was asleep on the couch. One arm tucked beneath his head, the other resting over his chest. The few lights left on made his face seem softer. Like something out of a storybook – some fairytale prince lying beneath invisible glass.

She should leave him. She should go home. Try to carve out a few hours of restless sleep. Try to pretend she couldn’t still feel the ghost of him next to her in bed, like an imprint in her sheets.

She should’ve…

…But she didn’t.

She leaned in and brushed her fingers against his shoulder. His eyes opened the second she touched him.

“Risotto sounds good tonight,” she said.

He smiled, wide and warm.

[someonesaidcake]

Hi there!🥰 It's me again! I have a few questions for you:

● what are your favorite little recurring moments between jane and lisbon? Like underrated moments between them

● and more generally, what do you like most about TM?

- From your secret gift sender 🌷 -

Oh hi hello

This is so much fun

Reoccurring moments... hmm... I love it when Lisbon tells Jane to shut up (or some equivalent thing) and he always does but then adds a little look or quiet quip at the end. They're so married.

And more generally, aside from Jisbon. I think I just love the treatment of the show, it gives complexities in characters without taking itself too seriously.

Xx 🌼

[someonesaidcake]

Crying into my cereal

How dare you... please continue.

I know we all love that Patrick Jane finally got his much awaited happy ending. He got to have a second chance at life with a wife and child. Everything came full circle, and that's great.

Now, we should take a second to acknowledge and appreciate how Teresa Lisbon herself deserved that happy ending just as much as Jane. She might not have lost a husband and child, but she grew up in a broken home, having to become the responsible one and raise her brothers as a kid herself. She's finally gotten over her fear of commitment and has a family of her own, something she has longed for, but that she thought she would never have.

[someonesaidcake]

Cause of death: this gif set.

DNR.

Teresa lisbon ❤️

THE MENTALIST | 7.07 “Little Yellow House”

[someonesaidcake]

Wife me.

That is the truth of how I feel.

Lisbon in 2x10 Deleted Scene

Lisbon is such a cutie pie in this scene from 2x10 Throwing Fire and so I had to GIF every little tiny movement or expression she makes in this 20 second clip! This is also the first time I have made vertical portrait gifs so let me know what you think!

Video attached below:

Mentalist Mondays - Week 55

Tagging under the cut:

@lightningzombie, @feministjane, @backgroundagent3, @adder24, @magicandmaybe

@margaretintherain, @wildwildtarget, @kathnaris, @bookboundromance, @a-carnie-and-a-cop

@psychicpinenut, @kaimelypowaaah, @stxrdust-widow, @lonely-zombiiiiieeeee, @emilie786

@louisaland, @autumn0689, @sleeplesswiftie, @lisbonloaferrs, @javier-pena

@lizzybennets, @smoakmonster, @thiscoldheart, @lovejisbon, @kingarthurlovesmerlin

@lovelydrusilla, @middlingmay, @whereyourtreasureis, @reeselisbon, @sunnymentalist

@someonesaidcake, @zfarro, @lisbonsversion, @queeenpersephone, @kalagangschemistry

@thatbitchmabel, @cull3nblaze, @thetumblinggnome, @sylviedonnas, @lisbonsteresa

@lucyschens, @lovelyworlddd, @what-freak, @dreamyairy, @lady-of-winterhell

@boodunnit, @jisbonlover, @lilacvicky, @aezuliamah

[someonesaidcake]

Chapter Four: Wednesdays

Read here on AO3

When Wednesday night rolled around, he was asleep on the couch. One arm tucked beneath his head, the other resting over his chest. The few lights left on made his face seem softer. Like something out of a storybook – some fairytale prince lying beneath invisible glass.

She should leave him. She should go home. Try to carve out a few hours of restless sleep. Try to pretend she couldn’t still feel the ghost of him next to her in bed, like an imprint in her sheets.

She should’ve…

…But she didn’t.

She leaned in and brushed her fingers against his shoulder. His eyes opened the second she touched him.

“Risotto sounds good tonight,” she said.

He smiled, wide and warm.

[someonesaidcake]

hi there! just a quick (but very specific) question for you: when did you start to see that something was going on between Jane and Lisbon? - from your secret gift sender 🌷

The pilot 🫠

You don't bicker with and also stare longingly like that at someone unless you would like to do the horizontal tango...

But realistically, this moment:

Because when the world was turning to shit around them, the only person they needed was the other.

[someonesaidcake]

Uncalled for 😭😭😭

I want to give her a cuddle and stroke her hair back and tell her everything is okay.

[someonesaidcake]

What do you think happened when Jane finally opened the door and found his family dead? Would you be willing to write something about that? Did he go to their funeral, or was he already in a psychiatric?🤧🤧🤧🤧

OMG the absolute pain this would cause... yeah okay. I can't hurt myself... (this might not be exactly what you're after but this is my take xx

CW: brief mentions of blood/self-harm

They say that death has a smell. Acrid, cloying, when you breathe it in it clings to the back of your throat like embers still hot from flame. You try to breathe it out, try to purge it from your body in vomit or blood..

Neither works.

It stays with you indefinitely.

The image won’t leave. Skin whiter than snow, cold to the touch, stained red in jagged but deliberate lines.

You try to retch it out, leech it, carve it loose with whatever brutal force you can muster – but it stays. It brands you. Tiny feet, pale and still, while blood pearls at the ends of those haunting scarlet rivers.

You forget how to breathe.

Forget what food tastes like. Everything just incinerates in your throat.

Forget the sound of rain.

You commit their bodies to ash. Because they should never carry the scars you gave them – not by your blade, but by your tongue.

There is no funeral.

No ushers in black.

No mourners. No flowers to colour the grey.

One day, maybe.

But not today.

You cry until numbness sets in.

Then you try to follow them.

You can’t.

You know that, but you try again. And again.

The whitewashed walls ask you a question.

You don’t want to hear it.

But they’re louder than you can shut out, even when they whisper.

Would they even welcome you? they ask.

You don’t know.

Would they?

[someonesaidcake]

Run... don't walk.

This is so delicious.

A Million Little Times Chapter 4

Rating E / Angst & Romance / Jisbon with some case / Art by @someonesaidcake

It’s impossibly intimate as he watches her expression change, the way her eyes widen and her breath catches in her throat. His own eyes shift from the darkest blue, the deepest parts of the ocean, carrying the weight of all that is left unsaid to the lighter pale orbs she has come to recognize as joyful. The color of limitlessness, the sky vast and endless.

When he puts the coffee in front of her, she picks it up before the mug touches the surface of the table, their hands briefly touching. A fleeting speckle of sea in his eyes, their entanglement a secret carved into her bones, invisible to anyone in the world but experienced within the deepest parts of herself.

Read on AO3 here

[someonesaidcake]

THIS IS SO SOFT AND SMUTTY

it's like a warm hug with a hot body.

Yay, I finally managed to post my second Jisbon fic! If you also feel like something crucial was missing from 7x07 (cough, smut), and you can’t get enough of Jisbon confessing their love to each other, this one’s for you!

Like a Thousand Suns

(Anything for you)

Read it on ao3 here 💛

~ 7,600 words • Rated E

Nothing would ever come close to the feeling of losing her mind in his embrace. When they came undone together, Patrick was everywhere, everything—their physical and mental connection the pivotal point of the world. What she felt was more than pleasure or satisfaction—it was an all-consuming, effervescent feeling of love for the man who was finally hers, who was willing to do anything for her. It felt like the fire between them was going to consume her, and she would have let it. She would have gladly taken her last breath right then if it was with him.

Or: What we didn't get to see after that poker game in 7x07.

@someonesaidcake thank you so much for being the loveliest and most encouraging beta-reader and for making the beautiful moodboard below 💛💛

[someonesaidcake]

PAIN

(More please)

these hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me.