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i forgot how much the dgm openings were such bops???????
#dgm#bro gekidou??????#pride of tomorrow and also doubt and trust????#innocent sorrow UGHHH#staphhh they were so goated#d gray man#and also also changin#and bright down ughh
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youâre mine.
pairing: yandere!elvis!austin x naive!fem reader
prompt: you and elvis were childhood best friends but little did u know he loved you, too much almost
warnings: this is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as obsessive and manipulative behavior, stalking, abuse of power, and some elements of victim blaming, which some people may find disturbing or triggering.
You and Elvis were best friends since the 1st grade, you loved him so much with all your heart, his slicked back hair, his dark blue eyes, his lace shirt that hugged his waist ever so perfectly, I mean what could go wrong with a handsome best friend. You guys dated all through 9th grade to 10th grade, until your strict dad found out you dated him. âYOUâRE NOT DATING THAT YOUNG MAN Y/Nâ he spits at you âbut dad heâs a nice boy he wouldnât do anything to hurt me!â you looked at him with puppy eyes âYOUâRE NOT DATING A PRESLEY NOT SOON NOT EVER.â he slammed his door shut. Youâre eyes welled up with tears while walking to elvisâs house to tell him the news.
You knocked on elvisâs door to see him smiling towards you while pulling you into a hug. âHi my loveâ he said while looking at you. You didnât hug him back and just stood there with a sorrowful look âElvis thereâs something that I need to tell youâ you said quietly, He looked concerned âYes? what happenedâ while walking you up to his room. âMy daddy told me to stop seeing each otherâ you said with your eyes lowered not wanting to meet his dark gaze âSo, youâre breaking up with me?â he asks you calmly. You don't want to break up with him but when your father discovered your relationship with elvis, he immediately forbade you to see him. You love elvis but you were too afraid of your father to disobey him. So you said, "Yes, I'm breaking up with you, elvis." You expected any kind of reaction from him, but not for him to laugh. A cold, unenthusiastic, dark laugh that sent shivers through your body. He started walking. backwards and when he gets to the door, he closed it then locked it. You looked at him confused. His jaw ticked in thought, and then what he said next made your heart still. "There's something you don't seem to understand Y/n. I'd rather see you dead than with someone else." He ran his thumb over his bottom lip and smiled innocently. "So babe, cut the bullshit, okay? Your mine, and only mine.â
sorry guys i had no ideas for the rest i had to finish it with the sneak peak ughhh so sorry :(
#austin butler imagine#austin butler#sebastian kydd#elvis presley#yandere fic#austin butler smut#elvis 2022
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Is it wrong to be like
âHey at least out of the pain and sorrow we saw Jason get his ass melted in half by the upiside down gate.â
Like I get that was like supposed to be a like âoh Jesus thatâs awfulâ scene because like damn the upside down gate will fuck you up.
I mean look what it did to Henry but still
Seeing Jason get melted in half was just
âHahaha niceâ like consolation prize? We donât have to worry about Jason trying to do whatever he was planning on. Ya know murdering innocent kids.
Also are we sure max is even still in her body? Like she was gone from the black space when el went to like find her memories.
So basically sheâs just like a body. And vecna ya know melty fire man, has her memories.
Like nice one brought back a beating heart without max in it.
So season 5 is def gonna deal with that I assume. Or Henry is gonna use max as a vessel since ya know her body is still techinecly alive so season 5 they are gonna have to fight max. I can feel it.
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LMAO WAIT WAIT WAIT I DIDNT EVEN SEE THAT
I mustâve still been sobbing too hard or something bc I did not see that happen ahhh! but honestly itâs what he deserved, fuck him and his douchebag friend who thought it was okay to pin a small girl down to the floor like that!! I mean I know Erica isnât exactly defenceless but come on
ughhh my poor darling Max as well, I really hope sheâs gonna be okay in the end bc I canât stand losing her too, itâs too much
but ngl then having to fight âMaxâ would be super cool, emotionally traumatising for sure, but super cool
- hope
#the answer to your nightmare#stranger things#stranger things spoilers#max mayfield#đžđ anon#stranger things vol 2
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Murder at Cripple Creek
A NOS4A2 Review By: Allyssa J. Watkins
A boomtown swimming with ghosts Dead eyes can't hide Their hedonist living Drinking, debauchery and sinning Scarlet ladies having babies But a whorehouse is not a home Trading flesh for coin Tempting patrons, at the sacrifice of your boy Little Charlie grew up in the hellish dark The sins of the mother Scarring the son's heart Murder brewing in this simmering fleshpot Oh Hateful Harlot, Mother Manx Is is to your neglect and bitter thanks Your baby boy, molested, and you can't protect Your little dreamer from the wicked world you wrought for him Blood on a beautiful boy's hands But the only thing murdered here Is his innocence. Sending his rapist and that lustful bitch Back to hell Charlie, Charlie you're not a villain You had to save yourself.......
Is...... anyone alive out there? It's been days, and I'm still sobbing, my heart desolated by the roiling emotional turmoil, my ignited rage murderous. I don't know about you guys, but...... I'm an absolute wreck. WHY are you DOING this to me, NOS4A2!?!? After the brilliant turn of last week, the sleek sophistication, and glamourous entrapment, "Cripple Creek," was a backhand strike, a blatant violation that I never saw coming, and I spent the entire episode, quivering, sobbing, pleading desperately behind my hands plastered over my face, watching between my fingers, helpless to stop the punishing abuse My Charlie suffers in two different timelines, his bruises of an abused childhood mingling with the fresh wounds of now, as he is tortured, beaten and berated by Bing Partridge!!!
I hated this episode. I HATED it. There, I said it. But I think you're supposed to, I think that was the sole purpose of this traumatizing ordeal. However, as far as Bing (GO TO HELL YOU FILTHY BASTARD) is concerned, the writer's motivation seems drastically convoluted. If this was supposed to be Bing's Big Epiphany, his "redemption," (Ughhh seriously?) This episode fails miserably in accomplishing that. And if this episode was meant to do, what I had predicted back in Season One, cement him as the actual villain of NOS4A2, making him the more immoral evil, be his rise in notoriety, his coming of age as it were, into the monster he was always going to be, giving Charlie and Vic someone to unite their hatred against, it fails to do that too. The biggest misstep of the series, after so elegant a triumph, I'm going to drown my sorrows in ice cream, and try to forget that any of it ever happened. Close your eyes, and think of Christmasland........
I audibly groaned when we opened onto Bing at the Lake House. After so much needless repetition in an otherwise FLAWLESS episode, I REALLY did not want to relive Bing's point of view of the siege, unless it was him getting shot by white knight Chris McQueen over, and over, and over........ Thankfully, the rewind didn't last too long, but I was having NONE of his, "Are you there, God, it's me, Bing Partridge," moment!!! On his knees in the graveyard, (Why...... why are we in a graveyard?) Bing appeals to the heavens, proclaiming his own innocence, asking God to show him what he should do next. I snickered coldly, the whole thing melodramatic, and absurd, as he cries, "I've been so good!!!" Secretly, I was fantasizing about Buffy SLAYING his creepster ass in the graveyard, beating him bloody, before staking him in the heart with a witty saying like, "It's been a gas, Bing, but I get the last laugh!!!" Alas, alack, no such luck. His appeal to the heavens was answered not in divine intervention, but with bird droppings splattering in his mouth, which of course, translated in Bing-A-Ling Logic to, "Kill the FIRST person that tries to help you, bury him in the freshly dug grave, and take his keys!!!" It's PRAYING Bing, you dolt, not preying!!!
While the side quest FINALLY explains how Bing was able to catch up to Charlie and Wayne, after previously believed to be on foot, not to mention shot, which would have been IMPOSSIBLE, supernatural car not withstanding, it's altogether unnecessary. It was the less than scenic route to get to last week's blood-curdling cliff hanger, and I really think we could have done without all the maudlin hullaballoo, and picked right up from there. Also, it creeped me out BIG TIME hearing Bing Partridge say, "Hidey holes," because that's what I called them last week, when Charlie was adorably telling Wayne about his hiding places. "Look at you with your hidey holes, Babe!!!" Needless to say, Bing has ruined that phrase for me FOREVER!!!
"Charlie, Charlie, telling lies, soon he will be crying cries......" A chilling foreboding that was like ice in my veins........ I was definitely crying cries...... I literally WEPT with this horrid little rhyme, and even still I was so naĂŻve, unprepared, for the gut-churning horror that waited in the shadows of a broken little boy's murdered childhood, and the degradation of the beautiful soul that survived it. It's one of the most grueling, and disturbing things, I've ever watched, and like my Darling Boy, strapped to the chair, enduring forced interrogation by gassing, brutal beatings by Bing's homicidal, ham-fisted punches, and some....... deeply unsettling sexual innuendo, I felt like I was the one getting tortured.........
I did utterly enjoy Charlie's feigned relief, as he uses that silver tongue, in valiant effort, to slip his way out of this sickening predicament. "Bing, My Dear Fellow, thank the stars! I thought you had been done in by those wretched McQueens!!" Charlie gasps, thankfully, knowing full well he'd left Bing behind to die, and for good reason. Any other time, this would have worked, Charlie would have used his coaxing charm, and Bing's oafish gullibility, twisted them into a breathtaking manipulation, weaving the lie that he had no choice but to leave him behind, and Bing would have eaten it out of the palm of his hand, because he wants that badly for it to be true. But Bing watched it happen, his face falling, as Charlie sped off without him, and he's DONE playing. Charlie's pleas fall on deaf ears, as Bing drugs him for answers, revealing the fatalities of every single one of Charlie's former accomplices, and with the finality of one apocalyptic truth....... Bing descends into a frenzied, foaming madness.
"Cripple Creek," is the double edged sword that none of us were meant to survive. Switching between the stabbing scenes of Charlie's withering assault, his lifeline to The Wraith, cruelly severed, and the slicing violation of his childhood self, his innocence massacred before our very eyes, our bleeding hearts never stood a chance. I always knew that Charlie's childhood was going to be horrid, downright Dickensian, devoid of magic and light, unloved by his drunk, whore mother, but I had no idea the HELL this beautiful boy endured at so tender an age, forever scarred, betrayed by the one person he trusted, respected, desperately in need of a father figure, only to be exploited in the most heinous way. It's a MIRACLE My Precious Love can even function as an adult, much less still manage to find wonder and beauty in the world, clinging, clawing to hold onto his ember, his remnant of pure light that persevered in a life of darkness.
The inexplicable joy at seeing a young Charlie Manx, aged 11 or 12, tapdancing on stage, along with the giddy marvel that this young actor looks just like our leading man in miniature, is short-lived, as a stranger takes an uncomfortable interest in him....... I don't know how, maybe it was the intent way he watched him dance, or the way he touched his shoulder a little too long, but I knew........ I KNEW this man was going to sexually abuse Charles, I felt it gnawing in my stomach, instantly unnerved, and I hoped with all my heart, my first instinct was wrong....... I'm devastated to say........ it was not.
Not only does this manipulative pedophile Son of a BITCH molest my baby, he first uses him to persuade other boys to flock to his house, knowing full well how much the young ones look up to Charlie, as their leader. He wins Charlie's favour and trust by befriending him, and giving our little darling the one thing he wants more than anything else. Escape. Escape from the vulgar, gratuitously sexual environment, that no young boy should have to endure, a chance to make money, have an honest, respectable living. A chance to have a father figure, a man to look up to, learn from, and take him under his wing. The shop owner offers all of that, with a crooked smile, the charade falling dangerously away, as he knocks back a shot glass, eying our boy, and then says in the cruelest, most chilling voice. "You've earned yourself some fun........"
Thankfully, NOS4A2 was not overly graphic in this lewd portrayal, but the innuendo was enough to make me ugly cry, and seethe, as this sweet child is violated by someone he admires so much, realizing in horror, that he led all of his friends to be mishandled in this same disgusting manner, like lambs to the slaughter. But our brave little Manx was NOT going to let this sin go unpunished, and I clapped, cheering him on, as he uses his sled, now tainted by its means of acquisition, to kill the shopkeeper, dark fire flashing in his eyes, blood splattering on the shot glass, and I've never been so happy, or nervously relieved to see someone die.
His mother comes to him, and instead of crying, and taking her boy in her arms, stroking his dark curls, soothing his fear, and assuaging his guilt, she just scoffs at his accusation, the picture of apathy, and places the blame back on him. "You knew too, Charlie!!!" You WHORE-ABLE Mother!!! Your son was just sexually ASSAULTED, and YOU DARE make it his own fault, like he'd turned a blind eye, and therefore deserved to get raped!?!? Charlie might not have killed her, if she'd actually had a maternal bone in her body, if she'd done SOMETHING, shown any sign of regret or compassion, but she doesn't, and I feel nothing but proud as he finishes her off too. Her death was surprising, given the admonishing way Charlie talks about his mother, creating the impression that she'd been a bane on his existence his entire life, and yes, as a writer, I wanted to see more of a direct conflict between them to make that defining moment that much more satisfying, but as a viewer, I was just grateful she was dead, and Charlie was free. The only murder perpetrated, the only death I mourned at Cripple Creek, was that of Charlie's innocence, his childhood slaughtered.
Meanwhile, Bing continues to torture Charlie in the present day, my chest shuddering with every thrown punch, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. What was the deafening truth spoken that sends Bing Partridge into a flailing rage, you ask?
"Christmasland is for children. We are special...... That's why we can't go......."
Charlie was never going to take Bing to Christmasland. All that this poor dope had lived for, dreamed of, for eight years, amidst his conning his way into dentists' offices, and offing mothers, and it was always a lie. I had suspected it the entire time, especially after the mention of a, "special feast," but what SHOCKED me the most, was the unimaginable heartbreak of Charlie's own deepest secret coming to light, and as Bing draws it forth, it's like drawing blood. In spite of being the architect of his lifelong dream, and greatest solace from a life full of abject misery, Charlie doesn't think he deserves Christmasland, because he sees himself as ruined........
I broke down sobbing, that pain, that anguish, that he's so long carried with him, ripping through me, and I'm tearing up even as I write this, remembering....... Charlie denying himself his own dream, seeing himself as a ruined article that might profane its pure vision, is a tragedy that I can't come back from. It's a sorrowful, aching confession, and yet somehow it explains so much, and in this, his greatest pain, his darkest secret, I felt intimately closer to him. At last........ we see why Charlie never stays long in his Christmas kingdom, why he's so focused on the next child, and the next, sacrificing time with his own daughter, because they deserve Christmasland, and he doesn't. Always the courier, never the partaker. Christmasland is for children, and Charlie Manx never got the chance to be one.
The searing pains of his past still guide so much of who he is today, placing a strict emphasis on propriety in every aspect of his person, in manner, speech, and dress, because he was robbed of his dignity as a child. I also, FINALLY, after two seasons, understand why he turns the children into vampires, a contradiction to his love of them, that has remained frustratingly elusive to my grasp. Charlie's childhood was taken from him, brought to a vulnerable, violent end, and by turning the Lost Children, theirs becomes eternal. They never have to grow up, and lose that purity, that innocence. I also realized, that by giving them their bite back, they are able to defend themselves, meaning no one can ever hurt them again.......
There was so much awful going on, so much inflicted misery, and disorienting chaos, that I was sure I'd heard wrong when Bing decides on an even more dehumanizing method of torture. Did Bing just...... call Charlie a BITCH!? I shook my head, but there it was again, and at this point I'd HAD it. Somebody give me a GUN, I will WASTE this SICK BASTARD myself!!! The skeevy sexual threat against Charlie felt like overkill to me, utterly ridiculous, a cheap shot at adding dramatic effect, especially in the face of his childhood shame. Bing has exhibited absolutely no inclination of...... swinging that way, as it were, before, and yeah they kind of threw in last minute that he'd done this to Mike's father, offscreen, but I don't know WHY he would do that, especially given his particular affinity for Mike. Charlie, himself, pointed out that there was no indication in the Graveyard of What Might Be that Mike needed saving, or that his father deserved punishing. It's awkward, and disturbing, and there seemed to me no method in this madness.
"If I'm a monster....... who deserves to die....... You deserve so much worse." BAM. Hell yeah, Babe!!! Thank GOD, Charlie's quick enough to convince Bing that he too is a monster, and we are spared any further asinine innuendo. Bing, after these series of unfortunate events, beating, berating, and threatening Charlie with rape, suddenly, deus ex machina-esque has a change of heart, and an epiphany that comes a LOT TOO LATE!!! We're both monsters, we BOTH deserve to die....... What we're doing is WRONG. Was I happy when Bing urged Wayne to go, and tell a police officer that his mom is Vic McQueen? Yes. Do I believe he did it out of the goodness of his heart, and has finally seen the light? Freaking HELL NO!!! Bing, after losing Christmasland, has nothing left to live for, and this is his way of giving up. If I can't go to Christmasland, Wayne can't go...... and he decides a bizarre murder/suicide in The Wraith is his final act of redemption.
Before they even showed the car crusher, I was already sobbing profusely, losing my freaking mind, because I had figured out exactly where Bing had taken Charlie.
"There's going to be two less monsters in the world........"
Meaning to crush them both, and kill the Wraith irrevocably, Bing puts on his mask, and presses the button. At first Wayne laughs, and thinks it's a game, his inner vampire child coming out, but when it hits him that Charlie's in actual danger, he realizes he has a choice to make....... Save Charlie Manx, or let him die, and go home safe to his Mom and Lou.
"No, My Boy, this isn't a game, it's time to play, Save Father Christmas!!!"
Charlie calls out frantically, coaxingly to his young charge, and I loved that so much, my heart overwhelmed with emotion. Yes, Wayne, PRETTY PLEASE save Father Christmas!!! A lot of people despised him for what happened next, screaming at Wayne for his choice, even calling him a stupid kid, but I, myself, felt even more love in my heart for that already dearly cherished little lad, as he smiles, and slams down on the button, halting the crusher, and saving Charlie from imminent death.
It's a profound moment, the abductee choosing to save his kidnapper's life, and many cried out strongly against it, but you have to understand....... Charlie Manx has become so much more to Wayne than the scary face in his mother's paintings. Here is a man that has shown genuine interest in his life, his hopes, his dreams, who has treated him gently, fussed over him, concerned, and who has come to love him like a father. Couple that with The Wraith's effects on Wayne, slowly tying the two of them together, it makes perfect sense to me, how this unexpected bond has formed. Yes, had Vic been there, herself, he would have chosen her over Charlie in a second, but when faced with the reality of letting Charlie die, our tender-hearted Bats just couldn't do it.
"Do think of me at Christmastime, won't you?"
CHARLIE. LIKE. A. BOSS!!!! The single greatest moment, and brightest scene in an hour of plunging darkness, is definitely Charlie, snapping back into his delectably dark, unrivaled perfection (although, I must say I still found him incredibly dashing in his distinguished grays) charging Bing Partridge, murder striking in his wild, smouldering eyes, stabbing him, with a reveling whisper, twisting the knife, with this most PERFECT line, that gave me wonderous, reverberating chills!!! I also LOVED how Charlie glowers in his lumpy face and says, "You were never special." DAMN that's HOT!!! My only grievance with an otherwise ENTHRALLING moment, was that inexplicably, yet again, CHARLIE DIDN'T KILL BING!!! Charlie has KILLED for so much less, and while he did offer a vague explanation about prison being so much worse for Bing than hell, it felt like hell frozen over that Charlie would ever let Bing live. I know this is the writers wanting to keep Bing around to creep another day, but MY GOD, hang that Partridge from a pear tree, and HAVE DONE already!!!!!
This was an especially dark episode, but there were flashes of some really beautiful, albeit fleeting moments, first with Wayne and Craig, and then with Millie and Cassie, though the reoccurring theme, the common thread, did seem to be Innocence Lost. I was startled with the The Wraith's sneaky trick of causing a child to forget their parents the longer they are in the car, and BLESS YOU, Craig for helping your son remember his mother, and fight the transformation!!! He tells Wayne that Vic's favourite movie was Jaws, and Wayne tells him that her favourite holiday is the 4th of July. (Which is really cool, because it's my favourite too!!!) This slows the Wraith's effects on Wayne, and becomes a very special moment between father and son, as they fight to keep Vic's memory alive.
"How do you know my mom?"
"She was my best friend."
More overwhelmed sobs, because apparently I haven't cried enough this episode!!! Craig decides not to tell Wayne that he's his father, but our little Bats is ingeniously clever, and I think he's going to figure it out before long!!! Another mini heart attack comes with a second lost tooth. The suspense of Wayne's slow turning, mirroring the tender emotion in this scene was fantastic.
Millie and her mother have a similar moment, and I thought that was BRILLIANT of her to introduce Vampire Millie to her former human self. The two play with dolls, and human Millie talks about how she can't wait to go on a date, and have adventures when she grows up! It's such an endearing scene, and also incredibly sad, as the pale, gaunt shell of Vampire Millie envies her bright, and bubbly human counterpart, seeing the hope and innocence that she's so long been bereft of. "She's me...... Who I'm supposed to be." Cassie explains that her father's sad fantasy is depriving Millie of the gift of growing up, and explains that there's nothing Charlie Manx fears more than a woman with her own mind, and that's the LAST thing he wants his beloved daughter to become. A woman that would eventually leave him. More tears. Poor Millie. Poor Charlie!! Can I just give everybody a hug!?
"Cripple Creek," lingers like BAD Dream, and all I want to do right now, is curl up with Charlie Manx, hold him in my arms, stroke his cheek, soothe him with the tenderest hands, and softest words, tell him he's beautiful, and that he deserves Christmasland, and the world, that he's not ruined, but PURE!!! This was my least favourite episode in the entire series, and just like, "The Gas Mask Man," will be skipped indefinitely in the re-watch, but like I said, it endeared Charlie even more to my heart, and I feel fiercely protective over him, over that goodness that still glows in his dark eyes, despite lifetimes of feeling unloved, and in ever-present pain. All I ever wanted in Season One, was a glimpse into the past that crafted my mysterious and refined vampire chauffeur, and this entire experience, My Darlings, is an exercise in, "Be Careful What You Wish For..........."
#nos4a2#nos4a2 review#charlie manx#wayne mcqueen#bing partridge#christmasland#the wraith#cripple creek
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Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace (A Sherlock Fanfic)
[CHAPTER 1 // CHAPTER 2 // CHAPTER 3 // CHAPTER 4 // CHAPTER 5]
CHAPTER 6:
After being thoroughly scolded by both John and Lestrade, Sherlock spends the next several hours pacing around Baker Street, reflecting on the events of the day in attempt to forge a path of action. He tries writing down his feelings, but can't find any words in existence to appropriately express himself, resulting in the dramatic stabbing of a blank sheet of paper on his mantle.
Shaking his hair with frustration, Sherlock finally decides to head over and make sure Molly is okay.
Every possible course of action flashes through his mind during the cab ride, and he hasn't the faintest idea which of them is "right". Sherlock can't stand not knowing- especially when the matter at hand involves his own life.
After climbing out of the taxi with great effort, Sherlock hesitates on Molly's front porch, still unsure of what exactly he was going to say. Be kind. First and foremost he was there to check on her well-being.
The detective straightens his shoulders and knocks. He doesn't have to wait long for for an answer, yet the moment seems to drag out for an eternity as he wonders what Molly is doing. Was she lounged in front of the telly, drowning out her sorrows in ice cream, or curled up in bed, ignoring the bombardment of persistent phone calls from distant relatives, wondering what was going on?
Molly opens the door slowly, and Sherlock is surprised to see that she is still in her dress. Her face is damp and swollen from crying, but she has a full glass of wine in her left hand to help take the edge off.
"Hello Sherlock," she greets timidly.
"Hi Molly," he replies with a sympathetic smile. "May I come in?"
She steps aside without delay, inviting him in without so much as a word.
Her flat is warm, causing Sherlock to pause and remove his coat and scarf, hanging them on the hook in the entryway. He turns back to Molly attentively. "Are you alright?" he asks with candor.
"Ughhh," Molly sighs disgruntledly. "If one more person asks me that today, I swearâŠ"
He could tell she was on edge, desperately trying to hold herself together. She was rather transparent in that respect. Be gentle, he reminds himself, knowing he would need to exercise extreme patience with her this evening.
"I know you don't want to hear it, but this is me asking, Molly," he emphasizes the pronoun. "You don't have to put on an act. Now, are you okay?"
She takes a sip of her wine, avoiding the question and shrugging apathetically as she swallows. The flavor was a bit bitter for her taste, but somehow it felt like an appropriate personification of her emotions.
"Molly, look I just- I want to say that I'm sorry," Sherlock admits, filling the silence between them as she distractedly contemplates the tang of wine on her tongue.
Molly looks up at him curiously, meeting his attentive blue-green eyes. A seemingly genuine apology from Sherlock Holmes? That takes her by surprise. She feels quite vulnerable suddenly. Like a snail roaming through a garden without its shell. Sherlock often had that effect on her.
"Apologize for what, Sherlock? Seeing the truth when no one else could? That's hardly newsworthy," she points out, doing her best not to fall apart before him.
"No," he corrects authoritatively. "For hurting you." He looks down with contrition. "I seem to do that quite a lot. And I don't mean to..."
Molly inhales deeply. "I know you don't," she assures him. And it's true. Sherlock didn't wake up every morning with the intention of hurting those around him. His general insensitivity was a side effect of his ability to see things beyond the scope of the normal human experience.
Sherlock's attentive gaze bores into her mercilessly as he steps closer to Molly. He swiftly transfers her drink to the nearest flat surface before taking her face in his hands. Captivated by the simultaneous innocence and intimacy of the gesture, Molly is immediately comforted as Sherlock strokes her cheeks consolingly.
"Molly, it has come to my attention that my actions today may have implied certain... intentions moving forward," he clears his throat uneasily, removing his hands from her face. "That is-"
"Relax Sherlock," Molly interrupts, knowing what he trying to say, and sparing him the discomfort of actually having to say it. "It's fine," she assures him with an unconvincing smile.
"No, it's not fine," he acknowledges, struggling to come to terms with his own behavior. "I've interfered with the course of your life and-"
"-and I'm glad you did!" Molly finishes with an uncomfortable, albeit slightly delirious laugh. "But I'm a big girl, Sherlock. I'm fully aware of what I sacrificed today, and I don't expect anything from you in recompense. I know you..." she grins foolishly at herself. "I know you don't want the things most people want. And I can't criticize you for being the way you are because I love you the way you are!"
Sherlock's breath catches ever so slightly at the way those three little words fall so effortlessly from her lips.
Molly has a similar realization, at once overwhelmed and relieved at having finally admitted it out loud. "I love you, Sherlock," she repeats with desperation. After all, she had nothing to lose. "I- I don't know what that means to you, or if it means anything at all. But I am done pretending like it isn't true."
#sherlock#sherlock holmes#benedict cumberbatch#louise brealey#molly#molly hooper#sherlolly#fanfic#fanfiction#bbc
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