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idv-hc-center · 3 years

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Hi! Aesop x Gn!Reader please. Make it super angsty. Like, reader finds out that Aesop is a serial killer on the night that he plans on proposing to S/O. I want to watch the world burn. 😈 please and thank you. Hope your doing well!

Time to make someone cry

lol wrote it in one sitting

guys, I swear I'm okay

warnings: mention of death and murder, like a lot

words: 1,3k

You and Aesop were in a relationship for a long time. You both were stuck in the endless death game but, somehow, you bonded and couldn't live without each other now. All you wanted was to get out of here and lead a happy life. And Aesop wanted to "formalize" it.

He planned to propose to you. He was sure that's what he wanted, and he was sure you would agree. Aesop worried it might be too soon, but after all, you both didn't know if you will ever get out of here.

You taught him how to love, how to show affection and made him a better human being. You completely changed him, and he was forever grateful for that. He was ashamed of his past, but he knew one day, he will explain it to you. But not now, you had much bigger problems.

You didn't know what he was planning, it was a surprise. All you knew was the fact you were supposed to go on a date somewhere. Aesop had everything planned out. With Emma's help, he arranged a dinner in one of the manor's gardens.

Everything was supposed to go perfectly! But it started to go wrong when you appeared in Aesop's room half an hour before you were supposed to. He didn't blame you, you didn't know how important that day was for him. For both of you. So he politely asked you to wait in his room till he comes back for you.

You agreed, not wanting to annoy him. You could wait. But after some time you began to feel bored. So in your fashion, you began to look around his room, trying to find something to entertain you. You ended up going through his bookshelf. Most of the books on there were about embalming and burial of the dead. There was also a copy of hamlet, but you really didn't feel like reading through any of it.

You found yourself interested in one of the books. It didn't have anything on the back or front, so you opened it on one of the pages. You quickly noticed it was handwritten as you began to read.

I found myself thinking about Jerry way more often recently. It might be because of the matches. Who would have thought I would have the honor of embalming living instead of dead. I wonder if he would be as fascinated as I am. Soon it's going to be an anniversary of his death. It also might be the reason why he is on my mind constantly. I know I failed him. He wouldn't think of me as a proper apprentice. Especially not now. But I hope I have chosen the correct path.

You were confused. Now you knew it was probably his diary, everyone in the manor was required to write in one. Aesop never said anything about his past, and you accepted it. You assumed it was rough, and you didn't want to make him upset by asking. But who was Jerry? What he meant by failing him? You knew it was presumably wrong and an invasion of his privacy, but you wanted to know more about him. You were so close you assumed he wouldn't be angry if he found out. You flipped through some pages and again began to read.

The whole process of embalming living is way different than embalming the dead. Obviously. It enrages me I have so little time to do it. Not only I can't do it properly, but the pressure of running away from the hunter makes it way more challenging. But the adrenaline feels very familiar. Well, of course, it's way different than the adrenaline I felt while helping those poor souls. It was more peaceful then. Not to mention the lack of that awful smell.

You were utterly confused. You didn't understand anything, but your anxiety rose. It didn't seem right. Aesop was always kind of different, but everything you read just seemed weird. What he meant by "helping those poor souls"? Your curiosity took the best of you as you flipped pages to those at the begging of the diary.

I met someone new. Well, I met a lot of new people in the past couple of days. It's overwhelming. But they seem nice. I think they are worthy of me helping them, to get out of this place, and out of this world. Looking at the situation, it would be the best for them.

You held your breath. No, it couldn't be true. He wouldn't write about something so disturbing in such a nonchalance way. You hoped you read something wrong as you reread that one fragment over and over again. The pieces started to come together as you began to realize the awful truth your lover was hiding from you. You didn't want to believe that as you desperately started to read more and more, what only reassured you in your awful discovery.

Is it really murder if I'm just trying to help?

You jumped at the noise of Aesop opening the door what resulted in you dropping the diary. He didn't suspect anything.

"Dear, everything is ready, we can now..." he froze, noticing tears streaming down your face. He was confused and immediately went over, trying to find out what happened.

"Don't touch me." you moved away from him to his unsettling. He didn't understand why you were acting like that. Well, till he noticed what you just dropped.

His eyes widened. He didn't know how much you knew but looking at your reaction, you knew way too much.

"Darling, I bet I can explain-" he put one hand on your arm, trying to calm you down.

"I said, don't touch me!" you screamed at him pushing his hand off you. You were greatly disturbed by your discovery, and you wouldn't calm down so easily.

"Okay..." he moved away. Aesop had to convince you that you were wrong about him. Well, of course not entirely. He had committed sins that he couldn't fix now. But you changed him. You made him rethink everything Jerry taught him. And he knew how wrong he was. He would never do something like that again, and you had to believe him. You both went through so much. You had to understand him.

"Don't ever talk to me again" he could swear he heard his heart shatter. No, he couldn't let you do that. He immediately grabbed your arms and began explaining how you were wrong and misunderstood everything. How he changed, and you were to the sole reason for his change. But he stopped when he noticed how frightened you were. He could see pure fear in your eyes. Your cheeks were stained with tears. He sounded like a lunatic. Embalmer backed off, letting you go, and you immediately ran out of his room, still crying. He slowly sat back on his bed.

He pulled out of his pocket the ring he wanted to use to propose to you. Aesop looked at it with a broken smile. He ruined it, and it was only his fault. He couldn't be mad at anyone but himself. He was a sinner and his sins caught up to him. He wished he could explain it to you, but he knew you wouldn't want to listen to him. And you had a full right not to. After everything you just learned, you would be stupid if you decided to even sit in the same room as him.

Aesop felt like a foul. He believed he finally found someone he truly loved. Someone who cared about him and someone who he cared about. It was obvious after everything he did it wouldn't be possible. He looked at the ring one last time.

"Maybe in another life."

#identity v #idv #identity v x reader #idv x reader #aesop carl #idv aesop #aesop carl x reader #aesop x reader #embalmer idv

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vaguely-concerned · 4 years

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Mass Effect: Annihilation thoughts

TL;DR I fucking LOVED IT, a balm to my heart after struggling through Nexus Uprising! Also canonical lesbians! The sweetest quarian & his badass grandma! Elcor Hamlet except this time it’ll make you cry!!!

- Aaaaaah the audiobook reader is Tom Taylorson (so male Ryder)!! Fryda Wolf (female Ryder) read the two others and did a nice job, but man I’m soft for his voice in a way only rivaled by (...outside-of-Overwatch!)Jennifer Hale and Nicholas Boulton haha. He also has a much better handle on the pronunciations and voices for the different alien species -- delightful, I’m still cackling over his pitch perfect elcor impersonation. (Bioware please give him more Scott Ryder to voice I miss my son)

- I’m only about half an hour in and this is already SO much better than Nexus Uprising, it really does feel like a brave new galaxy haha. Very funny, very warm and smart and engaging in how it does its characterization and Valente clearly has affection for the setting and the universe, she and Jemisin both do incredible jobs with these.

- I’m fucking crying laughing at this cross-species near-brawl over a flower arrangement, god I love Mass Effect SO MUCH (what a neat idea though. something blooming quietly even when no one can see it. impractical as hell and hilariously including a high-nutrition celery now, but still neat)

Taylorson continues to wonderful things with the voices, that volus suit sound is so good. (he’s just generally really good at comedy) also a volus bellowing insults ‘moments before punching an anti-bouquet batarian in the groin’ sdafhjklsahfsjadkhfklajshdfkjlsadhf

- a high as a kite elcor... what a time to be alive, to get to read this book

I have already reached the ‘I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR’ stage with these characters, hard boiled drell detective lady and sweet sweet quarian first officer and manically enthusiastic elcor doctor TOT I would die for any one of you!!!

- The quarian/multispecies ark was built for long-term habitation, potentially over multiple generations. So what you’re telling me is that the quarians are the only ones who fucking thought this through and the rest of the Initiative probably should have listened to the people who’ve essentially been living on arks for ages. Who’d’ve thunk huh lol. (I guess the in-universe explanation is that people like the mysterious benefactor just wanted those arks yeeted to Andromeda ASAP, no time to get fancy in case the Reapers changed up their schedule. Fair enough)

- ;n; petition to let senna have a SAM pls (also uh. how happy do you think the stringently anti-AI quarian pathfinder will be when he finds out about everyone else’s SAMs lol lol lol he’s going to PASS OUT FROM RAGE upon meeting ryder. well he sounds like an asshole, I hope he dies so senna gets a chance)

- I can’t BELIEVE yorrik is an anti-stratfordianist, i am betRAYED! disgraceful, how can I still love you knowing this (and yet I do he is extremely funny and sweet)!!! (at least his theory is that this so-called ‘shakespeare’ was actually an elcor, which makes it better somehow lol. anything so long as he’s not an oxfordian tbh)

senna and yorrik’s friendship is so good and wholesome

- I really love the consistent alien POVs in this book, mass effect should indulge in this more -- everyone loves this universe so much, bioware, stop making us squint through a human lense to look at it!!

- oh of course quarian ‘pirates’ exist, the people who’re thrown out of the fleet must be doing something huh.

- haven’t written that many notes in a while just because I’m enjoying myself so much, I keep forgetting

- lfsdkhfsajkldhfskadjhfsjakdfhsdkjfh communist volus!!!! this is not a drill, communist volus! I am completely and utterly charmed by this entire book

- the quarian ancestor VI is so interesting and weirdly touching. senna is adorable (and relatably neurotic lol)

grandma AI smoking T___________T I love everything about this, she’s so cool. the worldbuilding being done around pre-geth revolution rannoch here... exquisite

- way to make me cry about batarians cat valente ;_______;

- the voice acting is SO FUCKING GOOD! I keep forgetting it’s one dude reading all these characters haha, I caught myself wanting to look up who voiced this dying batarian. (special shoutout that he does so many wonderfully distinct and specific female voices!)

- haHA I KNEW the quarian VI was a full AI (or near enough that it makes little difference tbh)!!! this fabulous grandma was self aware the entire time b i t c h e s !!!!

- the running joke of borbala’s ‘you need ______? I can make _______ happen’ is SO satisfying hahaha

ooooooh serious femslash vibes!!!! initially I thought batarian ex-crime matriarch was too old for drell PI, but this is undeniable. (I don’t think we actually ever get to know how old annex is, anyway, come to think of it) I guess if asari get to be five times older than everyone else and still fuck freely this isn’t really that weird lol

- “don’t look! it’s not so bad if you don’t look!” ofhsdalfhskldlsfjas oh senna baby boy

hey qetsi? qetsi both senna and I love grandma liat more than you. stand the fuck down

- NOOOO GRANDMA LIAT ;______________________________________;

- do you think SAM could meet liat (either ship!liat or just grandma!liat).... and have... a friend ;_________; (a cool laidback friend who isn’t a murderous angaran ai who might very well go the murder suicide sort of friendship route lol)

anyway I miss SAM a lot and love him??

- yorrik noooooooooooo this is awful everything is bad and terrible I love all of them so much why must senna be sad and watch everything he loves fade away 😭😭😭

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood/Clean from my hand?” He realized he’d forgotten to preface the words with an emotion. Now they wouldn’t understand what he meant.

Oh. Oh what a way to drive home the sadness and loneliness of this moment f u c k (and again the emotion taylorson brings to it jesus cHRIST)

I’m destroyed over how much senna and yorrik love each other, cross species found family out here wrecking my heart in true mass effect style

- yorrik is such a great character though. he’d be so easy to make a one-note joke character (like most elcor have been in canon lbr), but there’s nuance and depth and just enough satsifyingly believable alienness there. (I love the staunch elcor ‘you can’t call anything love that hasn’t lasted at least two centuries’ perspective haha) his memories of his childhood and disappointment with his profession and everything... goodnight sweet prince indeed :(

- they went and made elcor hamlet heartbreaking how dare they

(to be real for a second I think some of the human culture references are a little bit clunky, but the elcor hamlet stuff is perfect. contextualizing a throwaway joke from the original trilogy and giving it emotional depth, helping us see it from the elcor perspective and how frustrating and lonely it is to be so fundamentally not emotionally understood or seen on a level most of the other races are, despite their other differences, even though you have all these feelings and want to communicate... its very good.)

fun additional fact: both mordin and yorrik have played/wanted to play polonius in a production of hamlet! though I guess mordin is the slightly problematic fave in that duo and yorrik is a sweet melancholic angel who has never done anything wrong in his life, I would say protect him but I guess it’s too late for that D:

- qetsi giving off some real ophelia vibes here, I wish yorrik was here to see it, he’s the only one who’d properly appreciate it despite it all

- I. am. SO FUCKING HUNGRY for more mass effect after this (well even more so than usual) I’m so hyped!! I love this universe so much! I want a new andromeda game with senna as quarian pathfinder and grandma liat as the ship’s AI and see how they interact with ryder and SAM! (honestly though I feel like senna might be the one who’d translate the most cleanly into a game, I think there’s a lot of potential in him that’s barely being realized towards the end there with his deep righteous rage cutting through his uncertainty. also I just want nice things for him. is that so much to ask. he is a good boy, yorrik was so right.)

- aaaah not just femslash vibes, canonical lesbians, this is not a drill! I can’t wait until they propose... ‘we get shit done together, want to be in good cop/bad cop with me until the day we die y/n?’

- the ME universe doesn’t feel quite itself without all these ‘background’ species hanging around, I suddenly realize. I dream of an Andromeda sequel with all of them on the board and in play again Y-------Y

- potential Liat and SAM dynamics are so fucking interesting though! if she becomes/is confirmed as a full AI (all I hope and dream of), you’ll have two artificial intelligences with such different starting points but not that dissimilar goals? Liat was an organic person once who’s looking out for her family even now, and SAM is completely artificial but also intimately tied to and protecting His People. (and pulling a whole lot of symbolic weight re: the strength of familial/interpersonal relationships to boot; he’s the best way alec ryder managed to connect with his children. even though he was dead. because as established alec ryder was a disaster of a person)

- I enjoyed the loose murder mystery structure of this quite a lot, but that might also be because nexus uprising is so shapeless and meandering by comparison that I’d be relieved by anything else (sorry I’ll stop ragging on NU soon it just. took some hours of my life I can’t get back)

- jemisin did great stuff for characters already in andromeda (cora, SAM, alec ryder) and valente made me remember just why I love this universe so much and desperately want these aspects brought to andromeda too... and now I’ve exhausted all the fresh mass effect content I had available to me and will sit here consumed with lust for the rest of the time it takes for a new game to be announced thank you and goodbye

#mass effect #mass effect andromeda #mass effect annihilation #*vibrates silently with cravings for more mass effect all while knowing it's gonna be a good goddamn while yet*#thank you cat valente this was a very nice gift

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moon--vixen · 4 years

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Glimwood diaries

May 1st, 2020

it’s May Day!...whatever that means lol

there must be something special about this island trip. I can’t wait to see what it is!

as soon as I stepped out my door, it was pouring down rain. but at least I got an interesting letter from a friend!

and a letter from mom!

and...come to learn how very pointless the interest is now...if I can’t even get 100 bells with almost 200k in the bank....what’s the point? I almost feel insulted..

but, I refuse to let a stupid letter or rain keep me down. I decided to wear that cute new raincoat Poppy gave me, and some new boots I got just for the rain!

and...well, I thought it’d be nice to use the sakura umbrella that I made, but...

I don’t think it’s doing me much good...

so rainbow it is!

first I ran into Marshal, adorable as always.

then I decided to visit Poppy, since she was inside. it seems my work hasn’t gone unnoticed!

I decided to Audie and Fauna too, and..

well,

let’s just say I got the hint.

but I decided to push it anyway, doing my morning rounds and checking my beaches, where I ran into Hamlet wearing my sweater!

the green one seems to be the most popular.

I also found a couple of new roses in my breeding bed!

and while I was here, Marshal taught me a new reaction!

I think I’ll be using this one a lot.

while I had a moment, Saharah is in town again, so I quickly bought up some of her wares, and oh my goodness! I got the most amazing flooring! the fog effect is just...I have got to figure out where to use this

and finally, once I had all my chores done, I went to see Tom.

I decided to change using my wand for once, hoping it won’t be raining on the tour island.

I uh. was not expecting an Eventide Island situation though. I hope I don’t run into any Bokoblins while I’m there..

but as soon as Wilbur finished explaining the rules of the island...oh well. it was worth a shot.

it took me a little while, as it was so tedious jumping back and forth. the goal was worth it though! this is a face I haven’t seen in a long time. I do hope I get to see him again soon..

I found I was unable to break the last 3 rocks to get the last of the items, so I decided to see if I could reset..

and it worked!

after well over an hour, I finally managed to get the last of the tickets!

when I got home, I ran into Deirdre, sounding a whole lot like a friend of mine

she too really struggles with catching bugs for this very reason. she’s too impatient to wait, and just swings haphazardly until she ether finally gets it or loses it.

she uh. also came to the same conclusion.

I decided to take advantage of the rain, and spend the afternoon fishing.

and boy was it a blessing and a curse.

I also learned bushes do not affect my ability to fish in the river! at least, for now lol

but truly, I don’t know what I’m going to do with all these fish until CJ returns..

I never could have imagined I’d find so many..

they just wouldn’t stop..

I decided to take a break and visit a friend who had Celeste visiting. she’s..clearly been busy.

but I did get a Taurus bathtub for my trouble!

when I got home, the first thing I did was give Marshal a new shirt I got in my friend’s shop! a noble shirt seemed most fitting for him, and he certainly looks quite dashing in it.

it wasn’t long before I caught a few new things!

some, more shocking than others.

and some I’ve been dying to get for a while now!

the museum truly looks so breathtaking. I can’t imagine how amazing it will be once I’ve completely filled it.

well, some areas more than others...

when I got out of the museum, it had finally stopped raining. it felt strange to still be wearing my raincoat, but it felt almost stranger to change.

it was nice to end such a long and exhausting day with a song and dance from Fuchsia and Marshal, in the cool damp air.

I can’t wait to see what tomorrow holds! I sure hope it’s CJ...

#animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #glimwood diaries

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noonaficcorner · 5 years

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Rose-Colored Boy | Part One

Paring: Mark Tuan | Reader

Genre/Rating: Friends to Lovers | Fluff, Smut (later on), Slight Angst

Warning: Language

Summary: What happens when you get to meet one of your online friends in real life? Will the friendship hold up when you realize that everything is not as simple in the game? When the computer screens aren’t in the way, hopefully your walls don’t come between you and something great.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

A/N: This is my first kpop fic so please be kind. I couldn’t get the urge out of my head to write, so here is part 1. I don’t know how many parts this is going to be, but enjoy!

“I swear to god, if you don’t get this asshole off my six I’m going to die and make sure I’m reincarnated as the worst ingrown nail on your big toe! Kill him!” Your voice carried so loud, you were sure that your neighbors assumed someone was really committing a murder. It wasn’t that you were normally a violent person, but the way that the game caused you to lose all sense of your surroundings and common sense, possession was the only semi-logical explanation for that kind of behavior. Your fingers started to ache from the intense banging on the keyboard and quick back and forth of the mouse beneath your palm, but you couldn’t stop. The rest of your team was in your ear, yelling out curses for help, and you were right there with them.

“Sinderella, reload! Reload!” FlyingRooster93 screamed in your ear, but it was too late. Just as you were taking his advice, a headshot took you out of the game.

“Fuck!” Your head fell to the desk and you wanted to beat something up or wallow, but a ding from the computer brought you back. It was a request for a private chat. Not really wanting to talk to anyone, you saw it was FlyingRooster93 and a small smile touched your lips before accepting.

FlyingRooster93: Sorry for telling you too late >_<

Sinderella: It’s okay. I should have gotten off hours ago. I start my new shift at work tomorrow.

FlyingRooster93: That’s right! Washing the asses of old people or something.

Sinderella: Not exactly, dumbass. I’m moving to the day shift and it happens to be on the elderly floor.

FlyingRooster93: Does that mean you’re not going to washing some old dude’s balls?

Sinderella: You just wish someone would wash your balls.

FlyingRooster93: You’re right, I do. I’m exhausted, too much effort. And you still didn’t say no, so I’ll take that as a yes lol.

Sinderella: Whatever! What are you still doing on anyway, didn’t you say you were going on some big trip or something in the morning.

FlyingRooster93: Crap… you’re right. It’s been so long since I’ve been on, I lost track. Thanks, Sin.

Sinderella: No worries. It will be another 83 long years before I see you again anyway.

FlyingRooster93: Dramatic much? Want me to draw you like a French girl, so you could then leave me to die in some ocean?

Sinderella: Maybe, but I need a sugar daddy to give me a big diamond first. Gotta pay for your funeral somehow.

FlyingRooster93: Should have known you only cared about wallet size.

Sinderella: Fuck yeah I do! Have to pay these student loans off somehow. But for real, will I see you sometime this decade or wait forever and a year again?

FlyingRooster93: Or I could text you as you hit on the grandpas….

Sinderella: …

FlyingRooster93: What? Want to hit on the grandmas instead?

Sinderella: In order for me to text, I would need your number or am I doing this telepathically?

FlyingRooster93: If you did, that would fucking awesome for one, but yeah, I mean, we’ve been on the same squad for 2 years now and we talk all the time. This is what friends do, right?

Sinderella: Friends…

FlyingRooster93: Are we mortal enemies or something? Sin, it’s no big deal. Here, 116-201-4947. I gotta go pack. Text me, okay? Don’t be freaked.

Sinderella: So bossy. Fine. You text me first. 868-112-2586.

Sinderella signs out.

The last thing you expected was to exchange numbers with someone you’ve been gaming with for the last 2 years. You didn’t know each other’s names, just handles, but for some reason, this made you nervous and excited. You both knew certain aspects of each other’s lives. Like age and the base of your professions, but that was it. You knew he was a “he” because his voice was one of the only ones you could pick out while playing. You didn’t want to admit, but it was a really nice one and somehow eased your game rage. But texting? What did that mean? Was this going to lead to phone calls? Video chatting? You turned around and looked into your mirror to see your makeup-less face and messy bun. Shuddering at the thought, you left your desk and jumped into your bed. Just then, your phone flashed with an incoming text. Why was your heart about to punch through your chest cavity? Calm the fuck down, it was probably just spam. Holding the phone face down in your palm, you slowly turned it over.

116-201-4947: Are you going to save me as FlyingRooster93 or should I give you my name as well?

Asshole. You laughed and your fingers flew across the screen.

Sin: I mean, a name would be nice, but I could also save it as pushy bird.

Mark: I am not pushy. But, it’s Mark. Should I keep calling you Sin?

Sin: I mean you can. But, it’s y/n. Mark… I was expecting something more manly.

Mark: It’s very manly. Anyway, go to bed, you have to catch a rich grandpa in a few hours. Night, y/n.

Sin: And you have to… go away for a million years. Night, bossy Mark.

Mark: ;-)

Tossing your phone to the side, a smile was on your lips as you laid back down. Your online friend was becoming less abstract and more real and it didn’t feel so bad. Even though you joked, you really hoped he didn’t ghost you like usual now that a window had opened between the two of you.

What you didn’t expect was for that window to stay wide open. Mark would text you almost every day. It wasn’t fully deep conversations. He would send you the occasional joke or something that crossed his mind. You would reply with a meme or snarky comeback. Your gif wars were insane, but made you laugh on days that were really rough either with work or at home.

There were things that were still a mystery. The fear of having voice or facetime was never tested because all you both did was text, but some truths were told. The 93 in his username was for his birth year. All the traveling he seemed to do was for work, even though he never said exactly what his job was. You found out that he had 3 siblings, but he was living away from his family due to work. He lived with his friends and he loved meat. Both of you talked about your favorite BBQ spots and some even overlapped. You found yourselves arguing when it came to which bubble tea places were the best. You even divulged some things about yourself. Like how you just moved out from home and living alone for the first time. How you really enjoyed becoming a nurse and hoped to move up in the hospital. Little facts were exchanged and you found the awkwardness melted away. It was nice to know more about a guy beyond how quick he was on the reload. Weeks turned into months, and before you knew it, two months had passed. However, when your phone rang one night, the shock at Mark’s name across the screen had you stuck.

“Hello?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as a whisper even though you were alone, but the surprise at the call itself had you on edge.

“Is that how you always answer the phone? As if you just did something wrong?” His laugh came in deep and hearty. You could tell he was smiling even if you didn’t know what that smile looked like.

“Well, when strange men call me after midnight, I’m not sure if I should answer.”

“Yeah, about that. Sorry. I just needed to talk and my hands were too heavy to type.”

“Likely excuse. Told you to stop rubbing it out so often, you’ll get weak bones and go blind.” Laying back against your pillows, comfort easing in as you listened to his laugh again.

“If I go blind, you have to take care of me before I get a dog.”

“Are you saying I’m dog-ish?! Wait, what’s that noise?” You heard some muffling voice through the speaker. It sounded like an announcement of some sort.

“I didn’t say anything. Anyway, I’m at the airport heading home. Finally, right? I start to board in about 40 mins and wanted to kill some time and…”

“And what? Bother my beauty sleep?”

“That was terrible of me; you need all the beauty sleep in the world.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know, I’m gorgeous even on minimal sleep.”

“Prove it. Want to meet up tomorrow?”

The phone slipped from your fingers as if it morphed into water. Meet. Up? Like face-to-face? Human-to-human? Was he serious?!

“Yes, I’m serious. y/n? Pick up the phone.” His laughter came through again. Shit, he knew that you dropped the phone and you must have spoken those last words aloud.

“Are you back, y/n? I’m coming home and I want to hang out with you and not through a screen. I know it’s shitty of me to spring this request on you this late, but you’ve really become one of my closest friends in just a matter of weeks and it’s just natural to want to meet, right? Or maybe I’m way off base and you don’t. Fuck, didn’t think about you…”

“Mark.” You said over his rambling,but he just kept on.

“I mean we text every day and I thought we could just watch something or go eat something…”

“MARK!” You yelled, and finally he shut up.

“Thank God. I didn’t think you would shut up. Do you want an answer to the question or would you like to continue with your monologue? I can get you a skull if you want to get deeper, hamlet.”

“Yes…”

“Yes you want a skull or you want an answer?”

“Answer damn it!”

“Yes. I’ll meet up with you.” You breathed out. You tried not to laugh at his eagerness, but the realization of what you just agreed to started to dawn.

“Okay… awesome.” He breathed out and you could tell the smile was back on his lips. Lips that you were about to be able to know what looked like. Shit.

“I promise I’m not some psycho killer, but would it be okay if we met up at my apartment? It’s just…”

“Sure. I’m off tomorrow so I can just, go there?” You interrupted. You didn’t want to sound so eager yourself, but you were trying to beat back the worries that started to build up in your chest like a bad case of indigestion. You wanted to meet him, he’s basically been your friend for two years, why would this be hard?

The sound of the announcements came through the speaker again. “Crap, that’s me. I have to board. I’ll text you my address and a time that works. See you tomorrow y/n.” Before you could even say bye, the line went dead. As you sat on your bed staring at the phone as if it would bite you, Mark’s text came through with his address and apartment number.

Holy shit! You were really going to meet FlyingRooster93 in person.

#got7 #mark tuan #got7 mark #got7 fic #got7 imagine #mark tuan imagine #mark tuan fic #got7 fluff #got7 smut #friends to lovers #got7 mark tuan #got7 fanfic #got7 scenario #mark tuan fanfic #mark tuan scenario #mark tuan smut #mark tuan fluff #got7 x reader #mark tuan x reader

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Acquiescence ~A Kim Taehyung Demon!au~ Part 1

Acquiescence: (ac·qui·es·cence) the reluctant acceptance of something without protest.

Not requested, but very much needed in my life 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, whoever makes these custom headers for all of their posts, major props to you. Each of these honestly took me 30 minutes to an hour to create and they really don’t even look that great lol

Dating life? You had no idea what that was even supposed to be like. All your life, you were taught to be the good girl. The one who was top of her class, got 100s on all her tests, studied day and night and never, NEVER got in trouble. You were the classic ‘teachers pet’ and that is exactly what they called you. But, there was nothing you could do about it; not that you cared enough to do anything even if you could.

Really, you couldn’t care less about what other people thought of you. You were the one that was going to be successful in the future and you’re the one who was going to breeze through called; which you did. College was one of the easiest times of your life, school wise, that is.

You were always surrounded by couples and people exploring their new-found freedom. Don’t get it wrong, you were exploring your freedom, too, just in a different way. You would stay at the library until after it closed and you would ready books that your parents would never dream of you reading. Romeo and Juliet, Sabbath’s Theater, Hamlet; all of them were things that your parents would have freaked out if they caught you reading. Love and lust was an absolute no-go and it thrilled you to be reading about such things.

You could never imagine them happening in real life, though; you were practically dating your homework. There was no time for anything other than your classes and homework. So, how come your sitting at your usual homework spot thinking about everything other than that. Why do the glances you’re getting from the guys walking past you make your heart race. You weren’t actually thinking about them romantically, were you?

“Hey, Y/N, can you help me with this assignment? I’m kinda having trouble figuring out how to do it.” You heard someone ask you, snapping you out of your thoughts. When you looked up to see who it was, your heart skipped another beat. Kim Taehyung.

“Uh, yeah. When?” You stuttered, getting lost in his gaze.

“Well, I’m busy right now, but maybe we could meet at your place in a couple hours? Would that be okay?” He asked with his beautiful boxy smile, rendering you speechless. All you could do in reply is slowly nod your head. “Great, I’ll see you later!” Taehyung said before running off in the other direction.

Y/N snap out of it. What is your problem? You’ve had conversations with him a thousand times before and you’ve never thought like that. Maybe you just needed some coffee or something. And with that, you got up and headed towards the coffee shop.

Getting your usual, you headed home to clean up a little and relax before Taehyung got there. Even though you didn’t know why you wanted to impress him, you didn’t want him to think that you were a dirty person. And besides, what if something else happened? What if the two of you did a little more than just the homework?

Wait.

No.

Where were these thought coming from? Nothing was going to happen with Taehyung other than you helping him with his homework. You didn’t even want anything else to happen. You aren’t that kind of person. Or are you?

No, you aren’t. You’re a good girl. You’re a virgin, what would you even know about that stuff? Nothing, thats what. These thoughts were nothing. They didn’t matter and you didn’t know where they came from, but you know they weren’t you.

Suddenly, you heard the doorbell ring. Looking at the time, you realized that a couple hours had passed already and it was time for Taehyung to be here. Oh boy, here goes nothing. Quickly, you opened the door to let him in and lead him into the living room so that you could be comfortable while working on the homework. You both sat on the floor, next to each other, so that you could see what he was having problems with and show him what he needed to do.

“So, what do you need help with?” You asked, looking over into his big brown eyes. Your heart fluttered, but you tried your best to ignore it.

“....all of it...” He said with a shy smile. Cute. “I’m actually kind of really bad at this class and I know that you’re just good at everything, so that’s why I asked for help.” Taehyung admitted, making you feel a sense of accomplishment.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say that I’m good at everything; there are a couple things that I’m not good at.” You said with a laugh.

“Yeah, and what are those?” He asked, cheekily. Relationships, sex, literally any social interaction, flirting, anything thats not school.

“I don't know... its not important right now, anyway.” You said, avoiding the question. You could never say that stuff to him. He’d think you were a freak if you did.

Getting back to his homework, you began to help him through it piece by piece. Every once in a while, you would take a break for snack or water or to go to the bathroom, but overall, it was a very efficient study session. You had kept weird thoughts out of your head for the most part and you were solely focused on helping him. I mean, you’d really like to help with more than just his homework, maybe with what he’s hiding in his j-

No.

No.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.

Homework. That’s what you’re helping him with and that’s the only thing.

But really, he looked so good while he was focused on his homework. His tongue was sticking out of his mouth slightly while he concentrated and made you wonder what else he could do with that tongue. When his lips would form into a pout every time he got something wrong, you could just imagine what they would feel like against yours. You couldn’t stop thinking of all the things you wanted to do to him. With him.

“Hey, could you please stop talking, I’m trying to think.” He said, out of nowhere.

“Um, what? I-i didn’t say anything.” You replied. Oh shit. What if you were saying all of that out loud? You would be mortified if he found out what you were just thinking.

“Huh? Oh, um, nevermind... sorry, I guess I was just hearing things.” He said, almost panicked. What was going on?

#bts #bts drabble #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts masterlist #bts v #bts taehyung #v #taehyung #kim taehyung #halloween #spooky drabble

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Corpse Bride AU because I really wanted to draw this one scene heheh. Li’l ficlet under the cut

Also thanks to @a-la-orilla-del-rio for talking w me about this on discord lol <3 <3

The streets below Saitama’s window were covered in fog that morning. Lazy-ghost-like strands of mist crawled along the cobbled streets as the sun fought to send even a glimmer of cold light onto their town.

Glorious, he thought. Not even the sun is feeling it today.

A knock reverberated through his room and he looked away from the view, to glare et his door.

“What?” he said.

“Are you ready to leave yet?” his dad’s voice could be heard, as the door opened and he peeked in only to give Saitama one disapproving glance.

“Yeah”, Saitama sighed, as though the word itself was too much effort.

“Your tie isn’t done properly. Fix it then meet me in the car”, his dad said and turned to leave, but then back tracked to smile coldly at his son. “And please look more excited. It’s a wonderful day for a wedding.”

“Wonderful”, he mumbled mockingly at the fleeing back of his dad. He took one final look at the unforgiving world outside his window and followed suit, not fixing his tie.

Minutes later, Saitama stepped into a foreign building bathed sparsely in light, portraits of past residents hanging along the walls. He shook hands with his soon to be father- and mother-in-law and impolitely ignored everything they said. The parents spoke to one another about the arranged wedding with greedy smiles on their faces, while Saitama hung behind as they made their way though the corridor.

The second they turned a corner and left Saitama out of sight, he stopped.

He found a lonely staircase and sat down at its end. The polished rock beneath him was cold, just like the monotone color scheme that covered the entire household. He could not imagine anyone living within these walls to be even remotely friendly.

“Hello?”

He turned around and stared in awe at the first genuine smile he had seen this week. The young man was half way down the stairs, moving gracefully with one hand gliding along the dark wooden railing.

“Hi”, Saitama said and stood, “Mr. Rider. Nice to meet you.”

They shook hands, and he tried not to drown in those warm eyes, enlarged by the thick glasses resting on Rider’s nose.

“Nice to meet you too, Saitama. And please call me Mumen. We are”, he faltered,” getting married after all.”

“Yeah…” There was nothing to be said about that. Two men, forcefully brought together to benefit their respective families. He looked down, considering Mumen’s shoes and pant legs in comparison to his own. It was quite unremarkable. “Mumen. Guess we’ll get to know each other soon.” He attempted a smile, seeing how positive Mumen appeared even now.

“Yeah… Oh, we should go meet up with our parents, right? Don’t wanna keep them waiting”, he said, reaching for Saitama’s hand.

“I don’t mind keeping my old man waiting, though,” Saitama grinned. Mumen actually laughed, and it rang nicely in the corridor.

“Haha! Well, I can show you around as we go, there’s no need to be in a hurry.”

“Okay.”

Mumen named the golden-framed portraits for him as they walked, and Saitama did his best to make a pun out of every single one of them, which he gratefully found out that Mumen enjoyed, even if he did try to scold him afterwards. He also found out that Mumen loved travelling, and that his dream was to bike across the country.

“That sounds hard”, Saitama mentioned.

“It would be a challenge. But think of all you would see, and what you could learn!” Mumen said, eyes shining.

All in all, Saitama thought that maybe this would not be so bad, after all.

He held that cautious glimmer of hope for the grand total of five minutes. Then he met the raisin of a priest waiting for them with his mouth pressed tight. Saitama’s dad stood on one side and Mumen’s parents on the other. They all looked like Saitama had personally spit on each and every one of them.

He had only ever spit on his father once.

“What took you such time, Saitama?” said father drawled, taking him in with less excitement than he would a fly.

“You walked here together? How scandalous – Mumen, haven’t we taught you better?” Mumen’s mother sneered.

“I’m sorry, mother”, Mumen mumbled.

They were all transported to the chapel, a far too gloomy building just outside of town. They got in position, the priest at the altar, facing Saitama and Mumen, and behind them the three family members at the front rows in the old and worn chapel. They were merely rehearsing, but the priest looked serious enough that Saitama almost sweated.

Saitama held a candle in one hand and fiddled with the ring inside his pocket with the other. He knew it by heart by now – the only real pretty thing he had seen lately, golden with jewels imbedded all around it. It would sparkle nicely in the otherwise dull chapel once he got to slide it onto Mumen’s finger. Although he was starting to believe that maybe Mumen’s smile shone brighter.

At least he was the only one not outraged with Saitama’s voice as he tried to do his vows.

“Have you no passion, boy?” the priest snapped, his palms hitting the table in front of him. “This is a marriage, not a funeral! Act your part!”

“Oh, really? I couldn’t tell”, Saitama answered dryly, and felt some satisfaction when Mumen had to hold back a laugh.

“Don’t try to act smart with me”, the old man’s voice echoed in the barren chapel,” We’ve been at it for several hours and still you sound bored when you say your vows. You will not be getting married until you sound like you want it!”

Would be easier if I had a say in this whole thing, Saitama thought.

“Saitama”, his father said and rose from his wooden bench,” how is it you keep disappointing me? How come you cannot even say a few words right for me?”

That lit and angry fire in Saitama’s belly, and he growled and dropped the unlit candle on the floor. It made a sad noise and broke in two as Saitama strode out of the chapel in quick steps. Voices called for him but he ignored them and slammed the doors after himself.

He simply needed to clear his mind. He would return soon enough.

Outside the chapel was a sparse forest with a trail moving crookedly around the trees. He walked along it as the sun set beneath the far off trees, casting long shadows along the ground. The fog was returning, rising from the ground in time with the dropping temperature. Saitama shivered – his suit was not meant for the outdoors.

“How dare they”, he muttered. He hadn’t done anything wrong – he got the vows right, but the priest didn’t seem to enjoy his voice. It was not Saitama’s fault he sounded the way he did, not his fault he couldn’t bring himself to sound happy.

Fallen leaves crunched beneath his feet as he kept walking. They were the same colors as Mumen’s eyes, and Saitama felt bad for leaving him in such a fashion, in a room full of rude people and high expectations.

And, ah, this sort of counted as leaving your husband on the altar? Saitama winced as he kept walking, ducking under a wiry branch. He wouldn’t do that to Mumen, who after all was the most pleasant surprise Saitama had ever encountered. Even when their odds were less than in their favor, he could already tell that Mumen was pleasant to be around, like someone who would make soup or tea with too much honey when you were sick.

He faltered, ready to turn around and go back, force out an apology to everyone and try again to get the vows the way the priest wanted him to.

“But I don’t know how to do that.” Sound more like he wanted it? It had nothing to do with his ability to keep the promises he made. Even while unexcited, he was honest. He would not break the vows, nor would he abandon Mumen’s trust.

The opening he found himself offered no aid to his dilemma. He stuck his hand in his pocket and fingered the jewel-ridden ring absent-mindedly.

“How do I sound more genuine than what I do naturally?” he mumbled, holding the ring up against the risen full moon. It shone, colors distorted by the blue light. “With this hand I will lift your sorrows.” He said, pretending that he was an actor in Hamlet.

He spun, a few leaves flying around him as he attempted the grimmest expression he could manage without giggling. “Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine.” No one could take this amount of over-acting seriously.

In one large motion, Saitama displayed his index finger to the trees around him, pretending that it was a candle. “With this candle, I will light your way into darkness. With this ring…”

He walked forward slowly. On the ground grew a rather sad looking sapling with thin, finger-like branches. He slid the ring onto that looked the most like a ring finger.

“… I ask you to be mine.”

He paused, then back a few steps, considering the golden ring on the little branch. The forest was still around him, no wind now animals to break the silence. Saitama huffed and looked away, smiling grimly. Yeah, he was absolutely done for. He’d ruin this marriage before it even started, because he couldn’t even say his vows genuinely.

Suddenly, a draft picked up, shuffling Saitama’s tie and suit. He heard something like someone stepping on a branch.

“Who’s there?” he asked into the nothingness, and the strange wind picked up. Perhaps it was time to leave. He turned to pick up the ring and found-

- That the hand-like sapling hand turned into a fist.

“Whoa”, he muttered, frozen in awe. In front of his eyes, the sapling’s wrist turned, and the fingers curled around a handful of dirt, as though they were trying to pull something up from… underneath.

Saitama leaned back as the ground around the sapling…. No, the hand, cracked open, and something began to rise from its spot in the ground. First, a hunched head full of pale hair, then a shoulder, a chest… another arm.

The figure heaved themself up, then their face rose to look at Saitama who had fallen gracelessly to the ground.

It was a man, dressed in ghostly white gowns, with pale eyes that seemed to burn right through him, and one skeletal arm, currently wearing Mumen’s ring. The moon illuminated his features and he seemed to glow like a spectral.

“Nope”, Saitama said and turned to run.

It felt like the forest itself tried to pull him back as he escaped. Branches hit his face and snagged on his suit, stones that he swore were not on the trail first now seemed to appear in front of him, and he stumbled forth as well as he could. Once, he actually fell and the mud scraped his palms. He glanced back and saw the being following, almost walking in slow motion yet keeping up with Saitama’s running.

He ran past the chapel and found himself panting on the bridge leading into town. He leaned against the boulders making up the (WORD) and frantically searched his mind for answers. Just what had happened? Was this the curse from leaving his to-be husband on the altar?

He took one final breath and straightened. He would have to go home, apologize for being away for so long (When had the moon risen so high?), and go straight to bed. Surely the being would be gone come sunrise.

He turned, and stood face to face with the man from the forest.

“I do”, whatever he was said.

#one punch man #saitama #genos #mumen rider #corpse bride!au #my art

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Keeping it a Secret (Lestrade X Reader)

Summary: Requested by Anonymous; the reader is a Holmes and is in a secret relationship with Lestrade. A/N: I hope that this is what you wanted! And I am so sorry that it’s so long. I love, love, love Lestrade, but I’ve never really written anything for him just yet. This is such an awesome request, though, I love it. Sorry it’s late, I’ve been on vacation and when we got back, I began moving into my apartment.

FROM: Greg You free tonight? _ You glanced to your brother, Sherlock, who didn’t seem to be interested in the reason why you and Greg both had your phones out. You quickly typed in a response. - TO: Greg I might be - You glanced at Sherlock again. He was kneeling down next to the body, eyes scanning and looking for clues. You hadn’t originally wanted to come along with him, but you knew Greg would be there and that made it all a little better. You looked over at Greg just as he hit ‘Send’ and put his phone down. He grinned at you. - FROM: Greg Do you think Sherlock would notice if you went out? - You shook your head. - TO: Greg If he did it really wouldn’t be any of his business. Why are you texting on the job, young man. Get to work! - You put your phone in your back pocket and heard a laugh coming from the other side of the crime scene where Greg had put himself. You walked over to Sherlock, kneeling down beside him. “Anything?” You wondered. “A few ideas.” He mumbled, turning the corpse’s hand over a few times, looking for something. Your phone dinged again and Sherlock’s eyes drifted towards you. “Who are you texting?” He wondered. “Why?” You asked. “Is there something wrong with texting?” “No, I text all the time.” His attention went back to the hand, his eyes scanning over the wrist. “You just don’t usually text this much.” He said simply. As if on cue, your phone dinged again. “So, whoever you’re texting must be someone special, then. You’ve been going out more, making more of an effort in your appearance, you’ve been happier, I’ve been reliably informed that being happier is almost inevitable in the earlier stages of a romantic relationship. You have a boyfriend.” He dropped the hand in the middle of his deductions, resting his arms on his knees and looking at you. “What does it matter to you?” You asked trying to keep your face neutral. You didn’t want to give anything away, not yet, at least. “You’re my little sister. It matters a great deal to me.” You grinned and stood to your full height, looking down at him. “There’s nothing to worry about.” You pulled your phone out of your back pocket, checking both texts from Greg. - FROM: Greg How about dinner, then? At my place? - FROM:Greg And your brother seems to be doing all of the work for me. The other guys just think I’m taking notes. - You smiled and shook your head once again. - TO: Greg What time? - Sherlock stood up, finished with his part. “Lestrade?” He called. Greg quickly put his phone in his pocket and rushed to Sherlock’s side, ready to hear what happened. You joined the trio, ready to listen. Sherlock explained what happened step by step, turned and gesturing around the crime scene dramatically, as usual. He was always the dramatic one. You tried to get him to do school plays, thinking that, since he was such a drama queen, he wouldn’t be too bad. Mycroft was a star, you were certain Sherlock would be too, but alas, he never wanted to. He participated in Hamlet, only because you begged him every hour of every day, but that was it. Greg looked over, saw another officer taking notes of everything Sherlock was saying, and leaned to you. “Would seven o’clock be alright?” He whispered. You were worried that Sherlock would catch it, but he was still turned around, pointing to the roof of the house. “Sounds perfect.” You grinned looking up at him. He smiled back at you, both of you in your own little world when Sherlock spun back around. “Are you two listening?” He asked. You broke eye contact with each other, turning your attention to Sherlock. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes glancing back and forth between you two. “Of course we are.” Greg defended. “What was the last thing I said?” You looked at each other. Neither of you had heard it. You shrugged, taking a shot in the dark. “She was pushed from the roof.” He said nothing. Just stared at you were a long second. “Not even close.” “In their defense,” John butted in. “you don’t listen to them half of the time.” “Yes, but this is interesting.” Sherlock argued. John only sighed. XXXXXXXX Greg followed you back to the flat, going over the last details of the case before going back to work. You planted yourself on the couch, hoping Greg would sit beside you. Instead, he went to John’s chair as John typed the case up on his laptop and Sherlock made himself a cup of tea. Your phone dinged with a message again. - FROM: Greg Should we tell them now? Or later? - TO: Greg I think Sherlock’s ego is still a little shattered from us not listening to him today, lol. Let's give it a little while then tell him. - You continued texting back and forth until Sherlock, who had finished his tea and was now sitting in his chair, got tired of hearing the constant dinging coming from your phones and made his deduction. “Are you two texting each other?” He asked, annoyed. “What makes you think that?” Greg asked, locking his phone and putting it on the table beside him. “Because every time (Y/N) hits ‘send’ she glances at you and your phone rings. And vice versa.” Greg shrugged. “Must just be a coincidence.” He stood, having all of the information he needed to make the arrest and bring the case to a close. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” As he was walking out he looked towards you, grinning. Being brave, he winked and walked out. Luckily, Sherlock didn’t catch it. “Is he your boyfriend?” You pretended not to hear him. XXXXXXXX “How do I look?” You asked John. Sherlock was back in his room and you took the opportunity to sneak out. He wouldn’t have stopped you but he would have asked questions; questions you didn’t want to answer just yet. John hadn’t gone home just yet and, being one of the few who know about your relationship with Greg (you had asked for advice several times), you decided to ask him if you looked okay, not wanting to miss an imperfection. “You look great.” He smiled. “Date tonight?” He asked quietly. You only nodded. “Good luck, then.” You grabbed your purse and coat, ready to walk out when footsteps entered the living room and stopped. “Where are you going?” Sherlock wondered. “I thought you didn’t have plans tonight.” “I made some with Molly. Last minute.” You planned to text her and have her save your life in the cab, if he were to ask her about it. He looked at you up and down. “Molly’s working late tonight. You’re going on a date.” You sighed. You couldn’t keep using Molly as an excuse. “Yes, I am.” You said. You guessed the truth would out itself eventually. “Well, where is he. I might like to meet him.” Sherlock said, trying to be friendly. “I’m meeting him.” “Where?” “His place.” He stayed silent as a smirk crawled onto his face. He looked at you as if he had caught you in a lie; as if he had discovered our darkest secret and was planning to use it against you. “Have fun.” He sat down, pulling out his phone. You made it halfway down the stairs before he called after you. “And be sure to tell Lestrade that I said ‘hello’.” You stopped in your tracks, wide eyed. You turned around, marching back up stairs. “What?” You asked, entering the living room. “Tell Lestrade I said ‘hello’.” “What makes you think I’m going to see Lestrade before you do?” It was weird calling him Lestrade, but you had to keep up an act. “I know you’re going to see him tonight. He mentioned he had plans tonight-a date at his place. He was going to be cooking, of course. Then you two were texting back and forth at the crime scene and here-I just assumed that you two were involved in a romantic relationship.” You stayed silent, not knowing how to respond. You didn’t want to admit that he was right, but you also really didn’t want to lie to your brother’s face. Not just because he could tell if you were lying or not, but because you would feel horrible if you did. You had never lied to Sherlock. Not knowingly, anyway. He took a deep breath. “You could do worse. George is a good man.” “Greg.” You corrected. He stared at you. “So it’s not Lestrade?” You heard John chuckle quietly. You two found it hilarious that he still wasn’t able to remember Greg’s first name. “No, Sherl, Lestrade’s name is Greg. Not George.” “Oh.” He nodded. “Who is George, then?” “No idea.” You spun around, finished with the conversation. “Don’t wait up!” XXXXXXXXXX You knocked on the door as the cab drove off. You heard the clattering of dishes and maybe a swear word or two from behind the door before it opened, revealing Greg, oven mitts covering his hands. “Come on in.” He moved out of the way with a smile as you walked in, taking off your coat. He quickly pulled off the mitts, helping you remove your coat and putting it on the coat rack by the door. You hung your purse there as well, not wanting to forget it. Again. “Sorry I’m little late.” You said, turning to face Greg. You wrapped your arms around his torso and his went around your shoulders as he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “It smells wonderful, though.” You complimented. “I hope you’ll like it. I haven’t cooked anything like it in years, so I don’t know if it’ll taste as wonderful as it smells.” He responded. You only hugged his torso a little tighter. “I’m sure it will be fantastic. Is it ready?” “Just pulled it out of the oven.” You grinned, excited, and let go of him, walking to the dining room where plates were already set out. He pulled out a chair for you, pushing you in as well before disappearing into the kitchen, finishing dinner. XXXXXXXXXX Greg was no chef, you both could agree on this (though you never said it out loud-he did), but dinner wasn’t so bad. A little burnt, but you really weren’t expecting perfection. You were both just happy to spend the evening together without having to worry if Sherlock saw you or suspected anything. He did come up in conversation, however. “He will start to get suspicious eventually. I told him I had a date tonight and I shouldn’t have.” Greg shook his head. Dinner was finished and you both sat on the couch. You were leaning against Greg while his arm rested on the back on the couch, both of you ignoring the pile of dishes in the sink “He was already suspicious, and Sherlock Holmes doesn't like to stay in the dark for long.” You added. “What do you mean?” “He knows.” You sat up and turned around, facing Greg. “I tried to leave while he wasn’t in there. He caught me last second and asked where I was going. I tried make Molly my excuse again, but she’s working late and I didn’t know...you see where this is going.” Greg only nodded. “But, at least we don’t have to worry about telling him. He knows. He told me I could do worse.” Greg chuckled as you laid against him again. “I’m glad we don’t have to worry about that anymore.” “Me too.” You agreed. “Now we just have to tell Mycroft.” Greg swallowed. “Do we?” “At some point.” You sighed. “Oy vey.” XXXXXXXXXXX Sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you wanted. I might do a part two for this one, if anyone is interested. Requests are open so don’t be afraid to send some in!

#sherlock reader insert #reader insert #lestrade x reader #greg lestrade #inspector lestrade #di lestrade #greg lestrade x reader #greg x reader #sherlock

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serceleste · 7 years

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my victory over hamlet

I expect everyone who follows me knows about my Hamlet saga because I won’t shut up about it (sorry not sorry) but I really wanted to write down my experience, mostly for me, but I’m sharing it because so many of you have been amazingly supportive all the way through my disastrous first attempt to my eventual victory. So here it is, and if you just want to hear about Oscar and the play you can skip a ways down, lol.

I wanted to see this play from the moment it was announced. I mean, it’s obvious that I love Oscar’s beautiful face and he just appeals to me in general, but I absolutely love him as a performer. So the idea of seeing him live, in Shakespeare, was just… But I kind of pushed it off, because it would have been an enormous expense. The tickets weren’t cheap, I live halfway across the country so there would be airfare, hotels, Uber/taxi fare, food… I’m not where I thought I would be in life at this particular point so it just didn’t seem feasible.

And then.

The play began. I started hearing about it. And I thought… if I don’t at least try, I’m going to regret it forever. I have far too many regrets in my life for still being young, stemming from my natural introversion and anxiety and from the fact that I have always, always tried to be responsible and level-headed and do what’s expected of me. But I just thought… fuck it. I am going to do something ridiculous for once in my life just because I want to.

The tickets were sold out, obviously, so I started searching for inevitably over-priced secondhand ones. I found one that wasn’t too bad. I found a hostel a mile away from the theater, I booked a flight, I took off work. I went to NYC by myself to see Oscar Isaac play Hamlet.

And then it got cancelled. I was devastated, guys, I think you all know that. The theater employee told me Oscar was ill and I just thought… you know what? That figures. It figures that I would do this crazy thing and it would crash to hell.

So I went back home. I’d had a nice time beforehand exploring parts of the city on my own but the memory of standing there and hearing that lady tell me it was cancelled and going back outside and just… It soured the whole thing.

I called my mother. I told her I was so disappointed that all I could think about was trying to go back. She told me that I should take a few days and let it settle, think about it, but it was my money.

That was Thursday. On Friday I was checking StubHub again and figuring out what day I could make it work. August is our busiest month of the year and a blackout period where no one can take off. Because of my promotion last year I don’t work weekends anymore but in August I do. I thought, okay, I’m working weekends the second half of the month, but if I go just before then, on a Friday evening or Saturday morning, see the play Saturday, and come back on Sunday, that won’t affect anything. Saturday the 12th was squashed right in between undoable time periods and literally the only day all month I thought I could make work.

On Saturday I went back to looking for tickets and flights and the hostel. I found one ticket, more expensive than last time but not overly ridiculous (and I had had my first ticket refunded) for Saturday the 12th. I found plane tickets only slightly higher than before. The hostel was 20 bucks a night more than when I’d stayed during the week but still cheap. I dithered.

Then chelliaphra told me that was the day she and her friend were going, and then she offered to let me stay in their hotel room, and I went !!!!!

I dithered a bit more, the seller upped their ticket price (BASTARD), I bought it anyway. I was going to fucking see this fucking play if it killed me, which seemed better than stewing in regret and disappointment.

This time it was a physical ticket they mailed to me. It arrived and the seller had SCRATCHED THEIR NAME OUT SO IT LOOKED LIKE I FUCKING STOLE IT. I mean, the name on the ticket was bad last time, it gave me anxiety, but at least it was a woman’s name so unless they ID’ed me, which seemed unlikely, it would have been fine. But this was SCRATCHED OUT LIKE I STOLE IT OH MY GOD. I had to call StubHub because I was freaking out. StubHub, or at least the woman I spoke with, has excellent service and made me feel better. I was still going to freak out until my butt was actually in my seat in the theater, but I felt reassured.

My dad’s reaction was the greatest. I told him, hey, so you know how I went to New York to see a play and the play was cancelled? Well, I bought another ticket and I’m going back. My dad just went, ‘oh no’. LMAO. Then he said he hoped it was a hell of a play and I was too embarrassed to admit that I cared less about what the play was than who was in it. :D (I mean, Oscar could have been in the shittiest production of fuck knows what and I would have wanted to see it.)

So I went back to NYC! I was so anxious I was nauseous, I slept maybe 4 or 5 hours, I got up at 3:30 am Saturday morning to catch my flight. I wandered around midtown partly to pass the time, partly to do the tourist thing because it was a different part of the city from what I’d seen last time, and partly to distract myself from how badly I was freaking out, to minor success.

I met chelliaphra and brehaaorgana, who were totally lovely (and I know this wasn’t your intent but thanks for actually making me eat! I was in NYC roughly 48 hours last time and ate exactly one actual meal, and I know myself enough to know I would not have eaten at all this time if I hadn’t been with you so thank you, lol) and we went to our hotel, which was AMAZING, I will never stay anywhere that nice again for the rest of my life, I am sure. Yay accidental free upgrades! \o/ There was a pillow menu!!

I got my period in the hotel, of course, which helped contribute to my severe nausea, like, omg, I was dying. I was so anxious over everything, over my ticket, over the play actually happening, over every stupid thing I could be anxious about. No even the truly magnificent comic book store (next to door to the magnificent bookstore I explored last time) could do much for me.

Actually arriving at the Public made me feel worse, if that can be believed, I was having flashbacks of how utterly shitty I had felt, looking at the corner where I’d called my mom and cried, remembering how fucking horrible I had felt walking down the street and figuring out what the hell I was going to do now. Thankfully we didn’t pass the awful bench I’d sat on feeling miserable, lol, before I walked to the park and wrote fanfic.

We took obligatory pics next to the poster of Oscar. We went inside. I was dying. Chelliaphra went with me to the desk to see if they could reassure me about the ticket but mostly it was down to StubHub. The announcement that the doors had opened came over the speaker and we went up so at least if there was a problem I’d be at the front. I thought I might vomit.

When the woman scanned my barcode and the “good!” beep happened I almost cried I was so relieved, it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard in my life.

And then my butt was in the seat!!!!! It was fine!!! I was going to see the play!!!!

Chelliaphra and brehaaorgana had seats in the front row and my jealousy was epic, tbh, but honestly I was so happy just to actually be there, after everything, that I would have stood in the doorway or something and thought that was good enough. The theater was very small, anyway, so all the seats felt pretty intimate. I was in the first row at the top of one of the aisles so it was actually rather nice, though I did end up having a bad angle for a little bit of it, Oscar had his back to me for one of the really key emotional scenes, which was a bummer, but whatever.

And the play! If you are looking for a critical evaluation of the play, this is not it. I had never seen Hamlet performed before and I read it once in school but that was a while ago. The closest I’ve come to seeing it was watching the movie version of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, lol. I had zero expectations of how it should be.

I fucking loved it. It was wild. It clearly was a non-traditional staging and I dug every minute of it. Oscar was phenomenal. Just… OMG. He is such a brilliant performer and seeing him live was something else, I will never forget it. He has so much energy and intensity and he knew how to play to the entire room; he made you feel like he cared about every person in the audience and he made eye contact with EVERYONE, no matter how crappy your seat was.

He speaks Shakespeare as naturally as you or I would speak to each other, like it’s how he normally talks, so it feels conversational and everyday. You forgot he was actually speaking Shakespeare because it just rolled off his tongue as if that’s how he always speaks. His comedic timing is SO GOOD, I did not know Hamlet could be that funny. He pushed troll!Hamlet to a whole new level. His gestures, his body language, everything. A few favorite moments were when he makes this mocking kissing gesture to his mother, and when he was running around dragging Polonius’ body in a sheet before stowing it in the audience, and the ‘may I lay my head in your lap’ bit, when he’s joking about his, uh, parts, and he just like raises his leg up and gestures and I died for multiple reasons. I also loved the use of the comfy sweater, Ophelia wears it, and then throws it back at Hamlet when she’s returning his gifts, and then Hamlet wears it.

And he was so moving, dear lord. Watching him play Hamlet’s grief and loss was incredible. Knowing that he lost his mother this year really gave it an extra emotional impact, because you know that had to have informed his performance, I mean, the thrust of the play is the loss of Hamlet’s father. (Also I would just like to say that I was attacked by the playbill, like, it literally says the play is dedicated to Oscar’s mother, and in his little bio bit it says it again, ‘dedicated to my mother’, GOD I HATE FEELINGS.) When he cried it was impossible not to cry with him, he was so heartbreaking and moving. You could literally hear the sniffling across the audience. The scene where he sees his father’s ghost was amazing, and he was so good in Act Two in the big emotional part with Gertrude.

And, you know, Oscar with blood on his face is the most Extra.

Everyone knows about the lasagna but watching it was… I mean, he sat on a table and railed at a tray of lasagna with a knife and you could not look away, and when he says, ‘why what an ass am I,’ it was like you could finally breathe again.

(The lasagna was an A+ prop, btw, for the way Oscar murders it and for the way Ophelia just digs into it post-spurning Hamlet. And my friends informed me it smelled amazing, lol.)

And, yes, he spends a lot of time in his underwear (very small well-fitted underwear that sometimes rode up a bit one side and obviously I noticed, sorry not sorry). Um. He looked great in it. His ass is FINE, and I feel like this post would be lacking if I didn’t call attention to that. (He killed the lasagna in his underwear, for the record.) There was a bit in Act Two when he was watching the players where he was leaning over the back of a chair just in front of where I was sitting and that was indeed a perfect angle because DAMN. His shirt fell down to cover the front most of the time but yeah, that was not bad either, lol (and my friends confirm the answer to the question is cut, in case you were wondering). But all that being said, he was running around in his underwear and you couldn’t not look but he is also just such a fantastic performer that he was in his underwear and you were still mesmerized by the actual performance. Also I just liked it as a dramatic interpretation, I mean, he comes out when Hamlet’s meant to be a bit mad, no pants, a toilet seat protector around his neck, his hair sopping, reading the newspaper. It worked. Later on when he’s dressed again he whips the sweats back off to show his madness (or, as can be debated, his “madness”) again and I just really bought it.

Plus, he sang! Having never seen it, and only read it the once, I have no idea if that’s common practice or if it was just Oscar (I feel like it was just Oscar??), but I Approve. God his voice is lovely, I have witnessed Oscar singing in person, I can die happy.

Also I would be remiss if I didn’t talk about his hair because it’s me, hair is my thing, and Oscar’s hair… It was shorter but it was on point, and let me tell you, his hair just does that naturally. You know what I mean. It got wet a bunch of times and he would run his hands through it and it just curls like that, like, ridiculous, his hair is fucking amazing.

Of course I was there for Oscar but I greatly enjoyed the cast in general. I thought Gertrude and Claudius were amazing playing off each other and off Oscar, Ophelia was lovely (and what a beautiful voice!), Polonius was especially amusing in his ‘imparting wisdom’ bits (and looool at the bathroom as set piece), I really liked Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, and Laertes was from Preacher! The gravediggers were played by Ophelia and Polonius and they were very funny. Ophelia knocked me in the head with her potted plant when she came down the aisle to cover Polonius with dirt and flowers and I felt blessed, lol.

But Keegan-Michael Key, OMG. What a fabulous actor. I knew he would be hilarious but I wasn’t expecting to be moved quite so much by his drama, his closing lines were especially good. I loved how much they played up the Hamlet/Horatio relationship, all the face touching, dear lord, and Oscar kissed him on the mouth! I kinda ship it now, tbh. I know Hamlet/Horatio fic exists and I feel like this performance should inspire more, lol.

But, you know, I have to note the play within a play, the reenactment of the murder of the king to try to provoke Claudius, with Keegan as the king and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern as the faux Gertrude and Claudius. It was EPIC. They were all great, with their large, overdrawn movements, but Keegan was… The audience was in hysterics watching his over-played parody of a death, and damn if he didn’t go Extra for us. Oscar was sitting there covering his face to try to hide that he was laughing (we all saw you Oscar) and you could just see his OH MY GOD. Keegan did a ‘thank you!!’ to us at the end.

Oh, and the cellist! There was a cellist playing background music and they used him quite amusingly at times, like when Claudius basically tells him to fuck off.

For the gravediggers scene, Oscar and Keegan came down the aisle to sit in the audience, and Oscar was perfectly diagonal to my seat and let me tell you, his eyelashes are INCREDIBLE. So fucking long. Ridiculous. How is he real, seriously. But that was an impressive bit, Oscar is stunning in the famous ‘Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him, Horatio’ monologue, and the actual funeral, fucking hell, he killed it and he killed me, and the way it cuts out after he and Laertes have just wrestled over the burial ground with Horatio trying to stop it and Hamlet is just lying there clutching Ophelia to himself killed me again.

And there was fencing, of course! I loved the fencing. Oscar put on the white shirt with the codpiece thing and I approved. Damn the fencing was excellent. And obviously then it was sad because it’s Hamlet and everyone dies. The finale was all rather gutting, good job all around.

So the play was wild and I loved it in a very non-judging way, I was just immensely entertained and I loved the cast and Oscar was fucking phenomenal. Obviously we gave them all a standing ovation.

I feel like I should mention now just how fucking tired I was. By this point I’d been awake about 20 hours on almost no sleep, and had spent the day an anxious, nauseous wreck. I was SO TIRED. OMG.

THEN. OSCAR. We asked an usher about seeing the actors and she told us that unfortunately, if we were hoping to see Mr. Isaac, he usually didn’t stay on Saturday nights. So we were bummed and went outside to find somewhere to get food. But I had to pee horribly so I went back inside and I won’t lie, I was totally taking my time because I was thinking maaaaaaybe, maybe if I stay long enough he actually will come out, or maybe the other actors will, and then I came out and thought damn, it’s louder than when I went in, and there was a crowd, and I looked, and THERE WAS OSCAR OH MY GOD OMG!!!!!!!!!

Chelliaphra and brehaaorgana had already come back in on account of the commotion so yay! We waited for Oscar! There were so many people! He looked fucking exhausted! I felt so bad, actually, at taking up his time when he probably wanted to go eat and be face first in his bed, but he was such a sweetheart and stayed and smiled for everyone, he was so lovely and gracious.

I tried taking some pics of him standing there but there were seriously so many people. But I got my moment! He was so nice!! He smiled at me and made eye contact and John Boyega is 10000000% correct, it is really hard to look away from his face, he is so damned handsome. Like, fuck. He is a beautiful man. No one should be that beautiful in real life, it is unreal, like, you look at celebrities and you know there’s make-up, there’s photoshop and airbrushing, but goddamn, he is so beautiful up close. SO BEAUTIFUL. Also he smells great. And he is so small! I did not expect him to be so small! Like, I knew he wasn’t actually very tall but it’s just startling in person how small he actually is, he’s just tiny and compact and cute, I love him.

So it is a miracle I actually formed words. I was so nervous my hand was shaking and my brain would not function properly, IDK, partly how tired I was, partly how shy I am, partly OSCAR ISAAC IS LOOKING RIGHT AT ME FUUUUUUUCK. I also was so anxious not to bother him any more than I already was, or take up more of his time, because I felt so bad, he looked so tired and he was being so sweet, I felt guilty at bothering him. So I really barely could make myself say anything beyond asking for what I wanted and thanking him five thousand times, I don’t even know if I ever told him how much I loved the play, like, damn, I hope I did.

He took a pic with me, I think you’ve already all seen it!! I stood right next to Oscar and he took a pic with his face next to my face!!! And he totally signed my Kylo Ren journal, that is full of fanfic, a good deal of which is Poe/everyone, I am deeply, deeply amused by this. I had originally wanted him to sign my playbill too but I felt guilty asking so I just got the journal. I’d thought about bringing a Poe comic for him to sign, maybe the #1 variant that has him on the cover, but it wouldn’t fit in my purse and I had like this tremendous embarrassment at the idea of having to carry it around and keep it on my lap during the play (I was already a bundle of anxious nerves so this probably sounds stupid to everyone else but I just did not need the added anxiety), so the journal worked because I always have it in my purse anyway, and it just really really amused me to have Oscar Isaac sign my Kylo Ren fanfic journal. I half want to never touch it again because I’m afraid of wrecking it but I also want to, like, write something particularly trashy in it now, haha. (Of course, a lot of what it currently contains is plenty trashy!!) Because I am an awkward dork when I went to the comic shop and was struggling to think of something to say to not-boyfriend beyond ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ I blurted out some nonsense about wondering if he knew how to take care of autographs, and I ended up showing him my Oscar Isaac signed Kylo Ren journal (WHY AM I LIKE THIS I HATE MYSELF), but I might take his suggestion and put it in one of my comic protector bags.

Oh, also! He was wearing that backpack he always has, that he clips in the front like a 5 yo whose mom made him do it except he’s a grown ass man and chooses to do it, he is so adorable and dorky, I love him.

As we were leaving we saw Gayle Rankin (Ophelia) by the door so we stopped and talked to her and she signed our playbills. I’m a bit bummed we didn’t see anyone else but tbh, Keegan-Michael Key could have been standing right next to me and I would not have noticed because OSCAR OH MY GOD.

We found out later that Lupita Nyong’o had been there too, and I’m so sad I didn’t see her, her bone structure is sooooo lovely, it would have been so cool to see her beautiful face in person, plus I think she and Oscar are so cute. But alas. I suppose at least I can say I was in the same room as Lupita!

So we went for pizza (again, thanks for making me eat guys, even if you didn’t know you were doing it!) and went back to the amazing fancy hotel and I sent my pic to like everyone I know, and I was just so blindingly happy, and I was fucking exhausted but I was so hyped I barely slept anyway, I would doze a little and go back on Tumblr and doze a little and text my mom, it was ridiculous, lol.

And that was my adventure with Hamlet and Oscar! It was so stressful and I was ridden with anxiety and I spent way too much money I shouldn’t have spent and at times it was crushingly disappointing, but in the end it all worked out and I had an amazing time, definitely one of my greatest experiences ever that I will cherish forever. I’m so glad I got to meet chelliaphra and brehaaorgana, as much of an introvert as I am and as much as I did like wandering around NYC on my own without any socialization pressure, it was so great getting to nerd out with them over Oscar and the play and they made it so much more fun. Plus, I appreciated the moral support when I was dying beforehand, lol. Thank you so much to everyone who put up with me through this whole thing, when I was freaking out and when I was miserable and when I was exploding with nerdy joy. <3 I’m sorry this is so long! I feel like I am leaving things out anyway!

Bottom line: OSCAR ISAAC IS BEAUTIFUL AND A FANTASTIC ACTOR AND A LOVELY HUMAN BEING AND HE HAS A GREAT ASS.

Sometimes being utterly ridiculous and just saying ‘fuck it’ totally works out, guys!

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Divide-chapter fifteen-Hearts Don't Break Around Here

"You ready, Lols," Harry asked hesitantly. He didn't want to rush her through this, but the new owners were coming to get the keys and they needed to get going. "Just a moment more," she called from the doorway to the empty room that once housed her mother's things and smell. The smell lasted longer than her things.

Harry and Laurel had been methodically clearing out the house over his break. Now, all of the rooms stood empty and there was just the wisp of memory in her room, the sweep of a skirt, the ting of a spoon on the side of a favored tea cup. Laurel knew this would be her last time in her childhood home. It made sense to sell it and it had gone quickly, but it felt like she was selling her past. It was sad and she was scared to say goodbye, but the hardest goodbye had already been said, her heart had already been broken and she had been slowly repairing it. Harry had been helping.

He'd spent time with her in her mother's packed closet. Her mom had loved clothes and it was full to the brim with fashions from the early 80's through now. Donna being a clothes hog made her laugh, she spent her life in scrubs. Harry loved some of the old printed blouses, and she'd put on a few for him before convincing him that they weren't for her and he should just try them on and take them.

"Know people tease me about wearing women's clothes, but I genuinely surprised that I love this one so much," he held up the blousy silk poet shirt he'd unearthed near the huge box that contained her mother's wedding dress. He'd dragged that out too, "try it on love," he'd encouraged.

Laurel had laughed, but she'd put it on to oblige him and had been caught off guard by his misty eyes. "It's so out of fashion Harry. I'd never wear it”.

"Well you can't now, Lolz, I've seen it. Is bad luck. But it's beautiful on you, the lace. The lace is special, you could keep it and work it into your dress, or keep it for..." he hesitated, "for your daughters."

The promise in his eyes stole her breath.

He started bringing her tea when he beat her out of bed, always in her mum's favorite mug and with a touch of honey. " I know you like it, it's good for your voice with all the dust." When they were packing the kitchen he'd not let her put that mug in the charity box. "You have to keep this one, love" he'd said as he pressed it back into her hands.

Harry always smelled good, but after they packed up her mother's bathroom, his smell had taken on a bit more sandalwood. She'd bury her face into his neck to smell it at night. He'd wrap his hands into her thick hair and repeat their good night phrase. She'd dream of her mother's smile while Harry stood beside her in a tux. Their smells had melded and she loved it.

They had spent the last night in the house in the back garden and Harry had woven her a crown of Daisies and they had danced again to Tupelo Honey. He'd taken pictures of her in her flowy white dress and hippy hair do. "You should wear this," he'd stated emphatically but refused to elaborate when she'd asked him when. Later they had cuddled close, making love quietly in a joint sleeping bag. The house was empty now. No bed in her room, so they made the grass their place. Giggling at the awkward nature of having to be silent and only limited movement, but she'd kept her crown on. She was going to miss this house, for the memories of a lifetime and the lifetime love they'd cemented here. She took one last inhale of the room, her mom's body oil faded and gone, and was sure she wasn't there anymore.

"I'm ready Harry." He met her by the hallway opening and clasped her hand, and he pulled her close to him in the dim lighting.

"It's ok," she murmured.

"Are you comforting me?" he laughed lowly.

"You seem shaken up," She returned with her face buried in his neck.

"I'm sad for you, but feel really proud. I think I would be a huge mess if I were you."

"I am a huge mess, but, I have you here with me, and I don't want the house. What made it special isn't here, and I got to say goodbye, and say the things that needed saying. She liked you, you know, told me repeatedly that my heart was broken because it meant I was alive and it would mend and be stronger for it. She told me that we needed to talk to put it back together, that if we got it right, no hearts need break between us again. I hope she was right. I'm scared to move on from here, and, I'm scared to take that next step. I'm not even sure what it is. We've only just begun."

Harry was shaking his head at her, "We haven't though, we began years ago, you were just light years ahead of me, as always. I know what the next step is, think this time you just have to catch up to me." He'd smiled and kissed her I love you. "You sure you don't mind going straight on from here, I could understand if you were too tired. We have a day at least."

"No, They're expecting you, right? As long as you are sure they won't mind me crashing.”

Harry pinched his bottom lip, "No, my mum knows about you, how I felt abut you and she encouraged me to get you back. Or to get you for real. She'll appreciate getting to know you. I wanna make memories with you where I grew up."

Laurel laughed as she hiked herself into his truck, "oh, tit for tat huh? You saw mine, so you have to show me yours."

Harry started the car and looked at her with a crooked grin, "Didn't know it was gonna be that kind of road trip. But I'm up for it love!"

"Shut up and drive," Laurel pushed him on the shoulder.

Holmes Chapel was tiny, even compared to the hamlet she grew up in. Anne was waiting for them on the doorsteps and it both warmed and broke her heart when she put her hands on his cheeks when Harry hopped out of the car excitedly. She waited until Harry had said an adequate hello and then walked up quietly.

Anne shifted her attention to her and said, "hi Laurel" brightly. Laurel extended her hand to shake hello and instead found herself in Anne's arms. Harry was such a touchy man it made sense that he'd learned that behavior. The hug was so warm she dissolved into tears and Anne rocked her until her eyes dried up. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm so sorry that you lost your mom, dear," Anne clasped her shoulders and guided her into the house.

"Want some tea?" Anne asked. "Yes, please," Laurel returned. When the steaming cup had cooled and was half drained, Laurel smiled and felt at home. She noticed a hint of honey and smiled at her Harry. She loved hearing Harry and Anne talk. He was so sweet with his mom. He answered her question patiently and they both talked so slow that she found herself nodding off to their deep northern accents.

"Hey babe, why don't you go lay down. My room is up the stairs on the right. Look for the band posters." She nodded and made her way up the stairs and found a room covered with classic rock posters that made her smile. The bed looked unused but inviting and still smelled a little like Harry's hair, well the way it used to smell. She curled up and fell asleep quickly, and dreamt of Daisy crowns and roses and white dresses.

She didn't wake up until Harry spooned up behind her. "How long have I been sleeping?"

"Only an hour, and a nap before tea sounded good, can I sleep with you?" he kissed her cheek and fitted his head into her neck.

"You can sleep with me," and she clasped their hands together and looked over her shoulder at him. "We're in love aren't we?"

"Yeah, we're in love." He bit his lip and looked nervous.

"What's that face?" she kissed him softly.

"I never asked about Willy, obviously you're not together?" He trailed of. "OH GOD!" Laurel exclaimed, "I knew I forgot something!" and she fizzed into the pillow while Harry looked unamused.

"I was gonna ask you a big question, but I don't think I should now, apparently you have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, I do, you, you idiot. What's your question?"

"Laurel," He looked a little peaked, "What do you think of elopement?

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