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wmhalliwell · 4 years

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OTP PROFILE GAME!

rules: answer the questions about your favorite ship (all time or current) then tag 10 people to do it too!

tagged by @easilydistractedbyfanfic

tagging: @jakkuvian @jedikencbi @lettersdeeplyworn @themyskiras @hvitserkk @fitzwilliamsdarcy @felicia-parker & anyone else who wants to. i can’t think rn lol

SHIP AND FANDOM: This was hard because I couldn’t remember a single OTP beyond Star Wars but HERE WE GO: Madwife from American Gods because I’m really missing them lately.

MOMENTS:

What were their first impressions of each other?

lol

Laura definitely thought that Sweeney was yet another man on his high horse, cocky af and feeling righteous and she definitely knocked him down a peg. But she was slightly intrigued by how he could tear her down just as much as she tore into him.

And Sweeney? He hated her. He hated that he killed her, he hated that he HAD to kill her (because she existed), and he hated that she came back and took his coin. She stole his luck, his power, and she was his walking-talking shame. Thought she was a completely crazy bitch but it didn’t take long for him to get the feels.

A moment you think that both/one of them will remember forever about each other:

I want to say ~magic sex~ but that’s just me being petty. I think realistically Sweeney would remember that quiet moment on the side of the road with Salim praying and Laura shutting up for the first time ever and just sitting in the sun smoking looking dead but lovely. Laura doesn’t want to remember him, but she would probably remember that nugget of a memory after he teleported them to the bridge and she said a joke and smiled and he scoffed and smiled.

You know what, that second one may be one they both want to remember because it’s one of the first and few moments they’re both nice to each other.

A moment you think that both/one of them wishes hadn’t happened:

The post-sex argument where he makes her see that the shit between them is real and Laura hits him right where it hurts big time. It led to Sweeney getting himself killed after all. And Laura was just scared. She definitely regretted it after, even if she never tells anyone that.

What is Their Moment for you?

Oh god, where do I begin? I think it really, really hit me that they were a thing when the ice cream truck flips and Sweeney gets his coin. He has it RIGHT THERE but Laura’s strewn out across the road, dead-dead, and he can’t do it. He curses the gods and universe and he gives her back his coin. He never says anything to her about it. I loved them before, but that cemented it for me. I love other moments of course, but that one (even though it’s mostly one-sided) will always be it.

LIFE QUESTIONS:

Marriage? If yes, who proposes?

No. Not unless it’s the only way to bring one or both of them back to life. Laura was married once and it wasn’t great. And Sweeney is...well, he’s been married before too and he isn’t about to do it again. If they do need to, it would be necessity over the desire to be legally bound because they’re already magically bound so it pales in comparison.

Children? If yes, if one had to stay home with them, who would do it?

Nope.

Housing? Where do they live together?

They travel. Seedy hotels. Occasionally a caravan. Maybe one day Laura gets an apartment but they’re rarely in it.

Pets? Do they get a pet together?

Laura gets another cat: a black kitten that loves to attack Sweeney. Sweeney hates the thing.

PERSON A & B…

Who would kill/remove the spider and who would leave it under a cup and leave the room?

Laura would kill it. Sweeney would hide it so Laura could kill it later.

Who sings all day long and who gets so used to it they don’t even hear it anymore?

Total headcanon but in a perfect world once the war is over and they’re just living life, Sweeney sings a lot. Old songs that Laura can’t understand and it’s annoying at first but then she kind of likes it. Laura doesn’t sing. She’s always the quiet one until she unleashes her sharp tongue.

Who can cook a gourmet meal for two and who can maybe use the toaster?

Laura is a surprisingly good cook when she gives a shit. Sweeney burns everything, even with his luck back.

Who wakes up before the sun rises and who would sleep in until 2pm if they didn’t have an alarm?

Both depending on how they’re feeling. Sometimes Sweeney gets up before the sun and sits in the perfect spot to be bathed in the light and then goes back in and watches Laura sleep until noon because it’s when she looks the sweetest. And sometimes Sweeney’s drunk half a bar and sleeps through the day and Laura gets up early from a nightmare and sits and plays solitaire and pets the cat and eventually flips the mattress to wake him up.

Who is more affectionate/touchy?

Neither are affectionate in public--they have a reputation to uphold duh--but their eyes say a great deal. At home, Sweeney is definitely more touchy but when Laura gets into a mood she can be pretty clingy.

Who wears the other’s hoodies/shirts?

I would love to see Sweeney try to wear anything that fits Laura lol. Laura often snags his shirts and wears them as dresses with a belt. Even the most horrendously patterned ones.

Who said “I love you” first?

Sweeney. Softly while she’s asleep and in a language she can’t understand. They never ever say it to each other, but they know it. It’s there.

#madwife #oh this gave me The Feelings #thanks for tagging me!#american gods #text

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kristannafever · 4 years

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Mountain Man - Four

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: MA WC: 2922

~Collab with @lukin08

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There was no talking between them as Kristoff sat on the stump at the table and pulled off his boots. Anna sighed as she shucked off her thick layers, happy to be free from them for the night.

He hung all his wet clothes on a hook beside the stove then walked straight over to Anna as she was piling hers into her arms. He took them from her and hung them with his without a word.

Anna sat down as he walked towards the chest with his clothes. He rummaged around inside, grabbed the clothing and turned to look at her. “I’m too tired to go outside. Avert your eyes so I can get changed.”

She nodded to him then turned sideways in the chair, looking over at the kitchen with all kinds of thoughts running through her mind, mostly about how a life like this could be appealing to someone.

“Done,” he mumbled, walking back towards the kitchen. Anna finally looked towards him. He was in a flannel pair of pants and a long sleeve t-shirt with a logo too faded to recognize.

He took a seat across from her at the table. “Are your hands okay?” he asked.

Anna studied him for a moment, realising there was actually compassion in his eyes. “Yes, thank you.”

He turned sideways on the stump and leaned back against the wall. “No, I think it’s more like thank you. You pretty much saved our skins with your… fix.”

He ended it awkwardly and Anna understood he was not used to having someone help him with something. “At least we didn’t have to sleep in the woods or something.” She smiled.

His face dimmed. “It’s hard,” he said, “sleeping out in the open like that. I’ve had my share. It’s not very fun.”

He looked sad all of the sudden and Anna had that crushing feeling of loneliness press on her again to realize what kind of life he led. “So, what do you do when you have down time?” she asked softly.

“Well,” he let out a breath and looked around his small cabin, “I don’t have a lot of it. Most of the time I work on everything so late that the only energy I have left is to crawl into bed. And I do have to hunt too. Sometimes it takes days. I need moose and caribou to sustain me. This fall has been pretty rough though. Hopefully I can get one soon.

“What about when you want to relax?”

“Well, I read. I cook. And I do have cards. I am pretty good solitaire player.”

Anna’s eyes went wide at the prospect of having something to do. “Want to play a card game?”

He regarded her closely for a moment before he spoke. “I do have a crib board.”

“No way?” Anna could not contain her excitement. She had not played crib in an eternity.

He got up without a word and opened a cabinet in his little kitchen, rummaging around a little before he came up with the prize and brought it back to the table.

“Wait. Can I ask, why you have a crib board if you are up here all alone?”

“I brought it with me. It belonged to my grandfather. It’s about the only item I have that I am a little sentimental about,” he said, as he removed the cards from the box and started to shuffle them. Anna had never seen someone shuffle so well. His hands were incredibly nimble for how big they were.

Kristoff won the cut and they started to play. Anna was surprised how good he was at it. She was going to take it easy on him, thinking that he was a bit rusty, but he was kicking her ass. After losing her second game, Anna decided that she was somehow going to beat him.

He smiled as he pegged into the winner’s slot. It was the first time she had ever seen him do so. While a little muted by his heavy moustache and long beard, it was lovely none the less. His expression quickly shifted uncomfortably and Anna realized that she was staring again.

He ran a hand through his shoulder length hair. “So, what are you in the mood for… for dinner?”

“Oh, whatever you were planning on making. I, don’t need very much.” As soon as she said it her stomach growled very audibly. Anna looked away from his eyes out of embarrassment.

“I’m hungry too,” he said, then got up and walked over to his small kitchen.

He pulled down a large pot and walked outside to full it with water and placed it on the stove to boil before grabbing down a jar of dried macaroni. Then he moved the rug that sat in the middle of the cabin to reveal a trap door. Anna felt silly that she didn’t even realize it was there. Of course he would have built a cellar for food storage.

As soon as he lifted the door Anna was hit with a blast of cold air. That was why he had the rug over the door, to keep out the draft. He disappeared into the floor and came back quickly with a brown-paper wrapped package and a can of diced tomatoes. Anna closed the door and put the rug back in place for him as he placed the items on the counter.

He grabbed a skillet from one of his cabinets and placed it beside the water on the stove, dumping the contents of the paper inside. Anna realized it was a package of finely diced meat. When he added the can of tomatoes, she realized he was making a meat sauce for the pasta.

The thought of this meal compared to the bland dryness the one the night before made Anna’s mouth water. The saltiness of the canned tomatoes would add some much-needed flavour to the gamy meat.

Kristoff took a seat on the log at his table after the two pots were on the stove. Anna understood that cooking in that method took its time compared to having a direct flame. Especially since she could see that the meat was frozen. She had wanted to help him cook but they only thing they could really do now was wait.

“Want to play a game while it’s cooking?” Anna asked. “I still need to beat you.”

He chuckled softly. “Sure.” He grabbed the crib board to reset the pegs as Anna shuffled the cards.

They played while they both took turns getting up and stirring the pots on the stove. By the time the game was finished and Kristoff had skunked her, the food was done. He placed the pots on the kitchen counter then grabbed a jar of yellow flakes off the shelf and sprinkled them in the sauce and stirred.

“What’s that?” Anna asked, getting up and going over to where he was standing in the kitchen.

“It’s called nooch.”

“Nooch?”

“Well, nutritional yeast, actually. Nooch is just a nickname. It’s the closest thing I can get to making things taste cheesy.” He chuckled.

“Really? It doesn’t look very cheesy.” Anna wrinkled her nose up a little at the thought of the weird flakes.

“Here, try.” He lifted the spoon with some of the sauce and offered it to Anna.

She leaned forward, blowing a little on the steaming sauce before tasting it. Damn if he wasn’t right. There was a delicious cheesy hint to the wonderful sauce. She let out an unexpected and delighted moan. “Oh my God, that’s so good.”

Kristoff’s cheeks turned deep red as he cleared his throat and got a set of plates and utensils. He dished them both in a hearty portion of pasta and split the sauce between the two of them. Anna found it curious that he was giving her as much as he was dishing in for myself. Goodness knew with his size that he needed sustenance more than her.

“Thanks,” Anna said when he offered her the plate. She sat at the table and started to eat with gusto. It was a phenomenal meal, considering. One she couldn’t fathom after last nights dinner, assuming that all the meals would be chewy gamy meat and horrible bitter grains that screamed for salt during her time stuck with Kristoff in his cabin.

He ate in the same way as the night before and finished before her, despite how fast she herself was eating. Anna looked down at her remaining food when it suddenly dawned on her. All of his food was likely packaged in his individual portions. He wasn’t making enough for two, he was splitting half of his dinner with her. And it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why. If hunting was poor, which he just mentioned it had been this past fall, he only had so much protein rich food to sustain himself until he was able to bag another animal.

“Ugh, I’m so full I can’t eat another bite,” she said, pushing back in the chair and patting her stomach. It was a tiny fib as she was certainly capable of eating the rest of his delicious cooking. She just felt too guilty to do so. “You want to finish this, Kristoff?”

He eyed her for a moment making her aware that he knew exactly what she was doing. He reached over for her plate anyway. “You sure you’re done?” He raised his eyebrows.

Anna nodded, giving him a big smile.

“Alright, as long as you don’t want it.”

“Have at it,” Anna laughed and tried not to stare at him while he finished off the plate.

When he was done, Anna got up to clear the dishes. Kristoff beat her to it, having both plates in front of him.

“Set up the board,” he said as he stood. “I’ll give you another shot to redeem yourself.”

“Oh, you are on!” Anna grinned and grabbed the cards.

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Anna was about to ask if he wanted another game when he yawned. It caught and Anna did the same, suddenly realizing how tired she was herself.

Kristoff stoked the fire while she went to his bed and crawled into the covers, settling herself on her side as far over as possible. After a moment Kristoff joined her, leaving a space between them, and Anna realized that it was warmer in the cabin than the night before. Had he been keeping the fire hotter for her? Probably. Most likely not wanting to have to deal with her by using his body heat to keep her warm during the night.

“Thanks for what you did today,” he said, startling her a little.

“Don’t mention it.”

“I mean it. That fix on the sled. That was…. Impressive. It never would have crossed my mind to do it like that.”

“Well, thanks.”

He was quiet for a moment and Anna thought he was settling into sleep. He surprised her again when he spoke once more. “Have you lived in Alaska all your life?”

“Yeah,” she answered, rolling over to face him. His features were visible in the dim lighting given off by the fire in the stove. “My parents raised my sister and me up in Nome with their plane business. We both learned to fly at a young age.”

“Your father is an outdoorsman?”

Anna chuckled. “How did you guess?”

“Well, you sure came up with that broken rod solution pretty quick. And mentioning using beaver for the martin traps, I just kind of figured that you had learned that somewhere?”

“Yeah, my father sold beaver pelts as a side business. He enjoyed the outdoors, definitely. I swear the only time he was ever in the house when we were kids was to eat and sleep.” Anna smiled to herself at the memory. “He was always smiling when he was outside.”

“How long ago did he pass away?”

Anna pulled in a breath, surprised that he had picked up on her use of past-tense. “About fourteen years ago. I lost him and my mom. Their plane went down in the mountains in bad weather.”

“And you were going to try and fly around that storm yesterday?”

Anna frowned in the dark. “Yeah, I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

She ignored him. “Flying has never sacred me. Ever. It never scared my dad either. I suppose that’s why I kept doing it, ever after the accident and my sister flaked on me.”

He was quiet. Anna was sure he had had just about enough of her pathetic life story, when he spoke again, as soft as she had ever heard. “Your sister couldn’t handle being around them anymore? Planes?”

“You guess it,” she said through a long sigh. “Elsa never set foot in the hanger after the day they died. She became quite neurotic and spiralled into a bout of heavy depression. You know… never leaving the house, sleeping too much, not eating, that sort of thing. I got quite worried about her. It was almost impossible to be there for her and try and run our parent’s business on my own being that young. That was until Frank stepped into my life in need of hanger space and a business partner when he moved to Nome.”

“He did?”

“He saved my bacon, he really did. I was on a fast track to a mental breakdown. He helped me get the business back on track so I could help my sister. She got better quickly with help, thank goodness, and Arendelle Air finally started to thrive. Still is, in fact. Elsa even started to take on some of the responsibly, like the bookwork and stuff like that, even though she does it is all from home. Can’t get her anywhere near a plane.”

“Sounds like everything is working out,” he said quietly.

“It was, until Frank had a heart attack and they revoked his pilot licence. He didn’t want to fully retire so he sticks around to help me handle all the ground work. I had to take on all the rest, like flying supplies out to people like you.”

Kristoff was deathly quiet for a moment. “I… I never knew that… Frank had a heart attack.”

“You never asked,” Anna said, not meaning for it to sound as pointed as it did.

He didn’t respond for a long time. Anna shifted and rolled back away from him assuming he was finished talking.

“I’m sorry,” he offered after a moment.

“About what?” Anna asked, still facing away. “Had nothing to do with you.”

“I should have asked.”

“Wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“Still-”

“Listen, Kristoff, I’m not upset or anything. It’s just what happened. Goodness knows you have more shit to worry about than a new pilot, like waking up and trying to make it through the day without dying.”

“I know it’s hard to understand this lifestyle-”

“It’s not hard for me to understand. For me it’s impossible to understand.”

He resumed his silence and they lay there in the dark for a long time, thinking to themselves before Kristoff pulled in a yawn and Anna realised that he was keeping himself awake, not wanting to leave the conversation hanging in the air they way it did before they fell asleep. Truthfully, neither did she. Things between them were tense enough already, they might as well try and be civil towards each other since they were sleeping in the same bed.

“We better try and get some sleep, so we are rested for the tasks tomorrow,” she murmured.

“Yes.”

“Goodnight, Kristoff.”

“Goodnight, Anna.”

She felt him settle himself into a position and he was quiet a moment before he whispered. “Let me know if you get cold.”

“Okay, thank you,” Anna whispered back.

She was dead tired, but she couldn’t fall asleep. Kristoff had started to breathe long and slow behind her and Anna didn’t like where her mind was going. She didn’t like that she wanted him to hold her, cold or not.

She stared at the dark walls, wondering again how he could choose to live a life with no one.

It was a shame really. He was rough around the edges but he was kind and compassionate. Just like Frank said, a complete softy inside. Anna could not help but wonder what his life would have been like had he not gotten this crazy notion to live in isolation. What kind of man would he be then? What kind of job would he have? It wasn’t hard to picture him with kids, and a wife, and a dog, and the whole white picket fence bullshit. Not that he would want that, ever, it just wasn’t a stretch to see him in that roll of doting husband, father and provider. There was just something in him that made her see that.

Had he not chosen this life.

He snored for a moment before he suddenly moved, rolling over and right up against Anna’s back. His arm fell loosely around her and he settled back into his deep sleep immediately. Anna was still for a moment before she let her body relax. She sighed quietly, gently snuggling herself closer to him and letting her eyes slide shut. She realized that being held by him was indeed what she had wanted, and gave into the sleep that pressed on her immediately.

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rousseaubsc2b · 6 years

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Date Night In

Sherlock went on a date, and John and I stayed in.

John sat down at the desk with a bowl of rice and beans and I fixed myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. We'd talked earlier about frying some fish, but my blood sugar decided to drop as soon as I made it in and I needed to eat fast. I even had a snack late this afternoon... oh well.

"So," he mentioned as I sat down across from him. "Can you give me a little more insight on what's been going through your mind today?"

I took a bite and sighed. Think think think. "Well... basically what I told you before I left work. It's entirely too obvious that my body is on board with this." I had to laugh. John made a face in agreement, something of a well, yes, very much so. "And my heart... but then my brain goes, wait. You don't understand what you're getting into here."

"Okay."

He knows I don't make eye contact. It's a thing. He doesn't make me, and I tend to look all over when we talk. Right now his spoon is fascinating. "And... it's right."

"All right." A slow nod, he purses his lips. "Tell me more?" It's not so much of a question as it is him asking if I'm able to at the moment.

And John is an extremely patient listener. He gives me time to think and put my words together. He sees me look halfway across the room at something entirely irrelevant.

I am so lucky.

"My brain goes... Is this how you wanted this to be? If you do this, this way, this time in your life, are you going to regret it later? And I've done some reading, it's likely. But then on the way home, while I was driving, it kind of crept into the forefront of my mind."

He looked up. Did not speak a word.

"My body wants its hormones appeased. My heart wants you. My brain wants forever."

A single nod.

"I'm still thinking. I've got something to say, it just won't come together for me in a way you can understand."

"Take your time."

I heard the clock ticking behind me. "I do this thing in my head where I... walk myself through situations in order to better understand them, to figure out how to prepare for it, kind of a rehearsal. And I've... had a little experience in this realm, I suppose, and what happened was... I need all three of those things to do well. Especially the brain part."

I'd confused him at least a little, but he was trying to follow.

"My body is happy, yes. My heart is happy in a relationship. But when that person walks away... and I'm not saying that you are, I'm saying I don't know. It's an unknown right now. I can't help that. So, hypothetically, what if, you know. But with my ex boyfriend... that's what messed me up."

"You two were intimate?"

"We, um... we did some things. And I was upset that he got to do that with me and then leave me. It was... emotionally, it took me a while to process, and I can say that I've put it behind me now. I was sixteen at the time, and I was very attached to him. But I don't like the way that made me feel in the end, not at all. And that emotion I really don't have a word for."

"Okay." His bowl was nearly empty now, and I took the moment of silence to eat part of my sandwich. "So, can I ask, Emma -- are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I thought you might be."

"Is it... that... obvious?"

"Um... Well... maybe a bit. But I will say this, and hear me out. You're very mature about it, and I think that's significant for a couple of reasons."

"Okay."

"One, and you may know this already, but your mind... With autism, it's pretty common for someone to come across as younger than they actually are, and you do. Until you told me, I had no idea you were in your thirties, I would have guessed mid-twenties."

"I get told I look like I'm twenty four all the time."

"You look younger, and your mind -- for whatever reason, whether it's how your brain is wired or if it's an effect of the social aspect of autism -- is "younger" than those of other people your age. I don't know if you've come across that."

"I never really had much common mental ground with my peers in school, especially in my teens. I was just... not on their level. A lot of it was social, a lot of it was anxiety."

"Right. You're working with an entirely different operating system. They're all running Windows and you've got a Mac. And in terms of the incidence of autism, that's not too far off the mark. Anyway, what I was getting at -- I swear, I'll get there eventually -- "

I laughed. It made him smile.

"--One, your brain is younger than normal, and two, with that in mind, you are very emotionally mature about sex. And I find that extremely significant."

I must have given him my puzzled look.

"Because you've gone through all this in your head. You know how your emotions react in certain situations now, you know what you don't want to happen... and... you know what you want in a relationship. Actually, at this point, I don't think want is a strong enough word -- you know what you need, like you said, to do well. To feel safe."

I was thinking. It all felt a bit emotional to me, and I tried hard not to retreat from this. What he said was important and it was truthful, and it told me that he understood. Maybe he understood more than I did. In university once, a professor in one of our pedagogy classes handed us all our evaluation folders, and I opened mine to find a note someone had written about how I had been having mental health problems. We were supposed to be looking at the tests we'd taken, but I couldn't bear to even open mine. I felt exactly the same right now, sitting here across from my boyfriend -- afraid to open that folder, to hear what he'd figured out about me. Afraid to read someone's notes about why I'd made a failing grade.

In some corner of my brain, though, I knew I had no reason to be afraid. A very small corner that said, He's not like the others. He gets you. He's not leaving you.

But what if he does?

John must have noticed I'd zoned out or stopped listening or something, and he reached over to touch my hand. "Emma?"

I hadn't realised I was crying. "Oh God," I wiped my eyes under my glasses. "I'm sorry, I just... I had a... flashback to something."

"You okay?"

I nodded hastily. You don't need my emotional trivia, I promise.

"Tell me those three things you figured out again, walk me through that."

"My hormones, which are completely out of control."

He counted off on his fingers. One. "Biological needs."

"My heart. I love you."

Two. "I love you too. Emotional needs."

"My brain. It wants forever."

Three. "Commitment." I nodded. "You want me, forever."

"Yes."

The way John smiled... his eyes smiled too. They don't do that very often, but I've seen it a couple more times recently. This time, they really smiled.

"And I mean that," I said, and suddenly the verbal flood opened up. "I'm Catholic, we don't do divorce. Once you marry me -- that's it. You're stuck with me. For good. That's what I want. I want one person to love and do amazing things in bed with, forever. Because the thought of... that not being the case... I-I-I can't do that emotionally. That stuff... emotionally bonds you to someone. It's incredibly strong, and it feels like... like some kind of violation when it's broken. I can't do that, and I won't. It's too much."

Now he smiled like he knew something I didn't. John picked up his phone and searched for something. I watched him. Ate another bite of my sandwich.

"Remember what I said about no pressure," he said, looking up at me without moving his head. "Tell me one thing, though, just out of curiosity: at this point, right now, with everything we've talked about, do you consider yourself emotionally ready for a sexual relationship with someone?"

"Oh, hell no."

He chuckled under his breath, but he smiled too. "Okay." Still looking for something. "Now, put all of that to the side."

"All of it."

"Every bit. Now think about this."

He turned his phone over in both hands and showed me a picture of a ring. Two, actually. Wedding band, too. Simple but very elegant, silver, solitaire with an understated-but-not-plain band. Not gaudy. And a lab diamond, like I'd said I wanted. Diamonds may be other girls' best friends but they're also ungodly expensive and are usually mined under questionable ethical conditions; I'd decided many years ago that a diamond was just not something I wanted the responsibility of keeping up with and/or possibly losing. I couldn't find my car keys if they didn't have a tracker on them. Expensive jewelry did not seem like a wise life choice.

My heart decided to try to run a marathon. I do not take responsibility for the reactions of my face in that moment, it was completely autonomous from the rest of me. "Is that it?"

John bit his lower lip. "Maybe."

I took his phone and looked closer. "Oh, you've pegged me."

Without missing a beat, he murmured, "It'll be here Tuesday."

I must have screamed, because Mrs Hudson came upstairs in quite the hurry.

--Emma

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Sony handled this in an unusual way. The N710C comes with a version of its Palm Audio Player and desktop app combo that plays MP3s and a completely different set that plays ATRAC3 files. Neither can play the other format.

To store and play MP3s, all that is necessary besides the player is a regular Memory Stick like the one that comes with the N710C.

To store in ATRAC3, a MagicGate Memory Stick is required. Sony's MagicGate technology is intended to protect digital content. These are white, as opposed to regular Memory Sticks that are blue. Windows 2000 users beware, the ATRAC3 version of the desktop software requires FAT32 and won't work with NTFS.

How much music can be stored on a Memory Stick depends on both the size of the MemStick and the quality the file is saved in. At 132 kbps, a 128 MB MemStick can store 120 minutes of music. At 66 kbps, that jumps up to 240 minutes.

However, the 128 MB MemStick is only available in the MagicGate version and it costs a hefty $300. The largest regular one Sony offers is 64 MB for $140.

Of course, it doesn't matter how much music is stored if the battery is dead. Sony says that during audio playback with the screen off the battery should last about 11 hours but only 3 hours with the display on. They have added a convenient button to turn off the screen while playing music.

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MP3 Overhyped and Over Priced!

The most overhyped feature of the Clie is its mp3 player functionality. Compared to standalone mp3 players, the clie costs significantly more due to the excessive price of its memory sticks. Sony must make most of its profits off of selling these sticks and sell its pda at a loss, similar to the razor/razor blade analogy. The maximum capacity of these sticks is only 128 mb at $299 with unwanted copyright protection built in whether you like it or not! I read an article about new Creative Labs mp3 players coming out this September which will offer 6-10GB of storage for, you guessed it, $299 and compact at 3' x 6'. Doing simple math, you get 46 times the amount of memory for the same price! Check the link below to read the full article.

http://www.zdnet.com/products/stories/reviews/0,4161,2706731,00.html