#decide to never tell and she /never/ has to know. the way Meg asks if Michael knew Tapp loved him more than the job and that question is

[ziracona]

I know I say this every time I read my own work, but Speak for the Dead really is the best chapter in ILM.

“Well, you know for the first time in a long time this actually feels like fall?”

Jane Romero was smiling at him, sitting propped up against a tree in what had sort of become her usual ‘therapy’ corner in the past almost two weeks. And she was right, it did feel like fall. The air wasn’t as sharply cold as normal, and honestly ‘sharply’ cold was a nice break in and of itself when it happened—usually the weather here was somehow just cold—cold with no adjectives attached. But today it was nicer. It was the kind of waiting fall cold that came when it wasn’t biting outside yet, and it was almost pleasant. A promise of a change in the seasons. Tapp wondered why.

The trees hadn’t started to change color with it, or fall in piles, and as far as he’d gathered there weren’t seasons in here. Everything looked the same. Tall, thick woods, undergrowth and moss and rocks and fallen logs, a slight breeze on and off. Dark sky overhead, full moon, at this point long since throwing off everyone’s idea of what day and night were supposed to mean. All the usual. Except, somehow, the kind of cold in the weather. Who knew, maybe nothing had changed. Maybe they had just started to feel better.

LIKE. Those opening lines mean nothing but environmental flavor when you read them. But they’re a lead in for the thesis of the entire chapter.

“Well, you know for the first time in a long time this actually feels like fall?” - A promise of a change in the seasons. - Who knew, maybe nothing had changed. Maybe they had just started to feel better.

Like that’s it. Speak for the Dead is about a lot of things, but at its heart it’s about healing. It’s about forgiveness and healing, that exists between the living and the dead. It’s about how you can only speak for them, by speaking for them. Not how you want to punish yourself or live for them, but by how you know they would forgive you, or would ask you to live. Very little other than exchanges of information happen, but so much happens at the same time. All of it significant. It’s hope. It’s about how Tapp (and Meg) have spent every day here fighting in their own way to cope with the agony and failure of their lives, and the loss of people they couldn’t save, and have only dug their wounds deeper. About love. About nothing stoping the lambs from screaming except accepting that they want to let you go.

#god I love this chapter so much. literally I can start reading ANY part of it and get hooked. Me every time I re-read the one time in my #life I hit script perfection for an entire chapter straight: 💕💕💕💕💕 #in living memory #in living memory (fic) #Speak for the Dead #I’ll never write something that good again maybe and that’s ok. perfection is perfection god I love that chapter #there so much said and so much unsaid. the way he buries Mandy. Adam trying to help. the fact literally never after in the story /does/ Meg #find out that she almsot died in a Jigsaw trap because she was judged for cutting? never. not post fic either. Ace and Tapp silently both #decide to never tell and she /never/ has to know. the way Meg asks if Michael knew Tapp loved him more than the job and that question is #not answered. she just says ‘he loved you’ and accepts that as a more significant one. the whole Jane discussiom. the way Tapp says ‘yes’ #/only/ to ‘did it haunt you?’ when asked serious questions and usually just says ‘I don’t know’ if it’s probably true? the way he talks #about himself? the Saw references??? the dead people’s actions existing like ghosts in the script helping charcaters on a meta textual level #bc I only wrote Tapp surviving with a pen tracheotomy bc Peter Strahm did it? the The Silence of the Lambs thing? #all the ethical discussions that are so conceptual and simultaneously concrete in different ways. even the ethics are the dead and the #living mixing together. the way Tapp’s argument the only thing you can do for the dead is to finish their story for them-to do what they’d #been trying to do—doesn’t change? just what that means to him does. the way the entirety of In Living Memory itself is Philip finishing #Vigo’s story because Vigo is dead? and ILM literally /is/ Vigo’s ghost in the void chronicling these events to watch over and to tell this #story about how Philip is a good man. in which he is fulfilling Philip’s goals for him when Philip no longer can. the entire book is about #love and loss and no chapter in as deep a way as Speak for the Dead captures that on such a literal level #the book is the living speaking for the dead. and the dead speaking for the living. & a hope from that. a promise of a change in the seasons #literally. when they make it in V.S. from the eternal october. to finally November.

[bbunisre]

19: GUILTY NOT BY TAEMIN (0.7k)

When you spot the ebony-haired boy sitting down at the back of the library, a smile comes to your face. A smile that comes up a little too naturally. Megumi hasn’t spotted you yet, deep into his homework. You walk over to the hidden table with a plastic bag containing snacks to accompany you during your study time together. You drag the chair out to get his attention.

Now, Megumi’s not known to be the most expressive but when he sees you but there’s a sparkle in his eye that you catch, “You’re here.”

“I’m here.” you confirm, “The line at the convenience store was super long.”

You unbox the multitudes of chips, chocolate and of course…

“Strawberry milk.”

You wish he’d smile like that for the rest of his existence. He looks completely different when he smiles, a certain charm exuding from it.

“Strawberry milk.” you confirm, passing him one.

Just like that, Megumi and you study together in the library, passing time together with little talking. Megumi would pipe up here and there to ask you a question about his homework that he very well knew the answer to but used it as an excuse to talk to you. You, knowing this fully, leaned in and helped with the explanation.

When the librarian kicks you out at six-thirty, you drive Megumi home. 

With Tsumiki hot on both your radars, this is the only way you can hang out without her suspecting it.

“Will we tell her?” you eventually ask.

Megumi looks out the passenger window, “I…don’t know. We should as soon as possible. Do you think we should tell her?”

You shrug, “I’ve never dated my best friend’s brother before. However, I know Tsumiki would appreciate it if we tell her.”

“Let’s tell her now then.” Megumi turns to you.

Your breath catches in your throat, “You sure?”

“She should know.” 

Pulling into the driveway, there’s a certain dread you feel. Megumi holds your hand as you walk towards the front door, “It’s okay.”

His words could be as reassuring as he wants them to be but he has to remember, he’s Tsumiki’s brother. She can forgive him the next day for his mistakes. 

You’re her best friend. 

A best friend’s betrayal is worse.

You don’t think you can live knowing you betrayed Tsumiki.

As the front door opens, you shake Megumi’s hand off.

He furrows his eyebrows at you, obviously confused.

“My two favourite people?” Tsumiki announces, a tone of questioning in her voice, “I thought you stayed back to study?”

“I did.” you answer, “Saw Megumi on the way out so I decided to give him a ride.”

“I see.” she nods, “What were you doing so late, Megs?”

Megumi stares at Tsumiki for a full second before answering, “I was also studying but you didn’t see me on—“

“Did you cook, Tsumi? The house smells so good.” you interrupt, walking inside past her.

Gojo waves his hand from the couch, “Y/N!”

“Gojo! Is that RuPaul?!”

“Yes! Come watch, come watch.” he invites you, looking back and stopping his gaze at Megumi, “Why are you so late?”

Megumi huffs hard, “Was studying. Y/N drove me home.”

If he was looking at you, you paid no mind, walking over to sit beside Gojo. You place your school bag beside you and turn to the TV but there’s an irritating gaze coming from your right.

At first you think it’s Megumi but when you twist your head, you find Gojo staring at you.

“Everything all good?”

Gojo nods, “Did you do a lot of studying today, Y/N?”

Tsumiki’s gone to the kitchen and Megumi’s gone upstairs for some reason.

“Yes?”

“Okay, Y/N.”

He says your name with a certain mischievousness.

“…what is it?”

“This is my favourite season by the way.” he dismisses, leaning back into the couch and pressing play on their high-definition flat-screen TV.

The whole time you’re over at their house, the smile continues to come back onto Gojo’s face when Tsumiki asks something or when you stand up to go get a snack or when Megumi walks past you.

By the end of the night, you come to a conclusion.

There has to be one and only reason why he’s acting like this.

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Very first Period – Teen!Daughter!Reader x Father!Alastor

WARNING!: Mention of blood, cursing, slight bit of angst, talking about how babies are made, talking about why the period is happening and what happens AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!! I MEAN IT ! DO NOT READ THIS IF THE BABY MAKING MAKES YOU UNCOMFY !! I tortured Alastor...

A/N: Lol Alastor had to educate himself and teach you what was happening and all the shtick. RIP Alastor Hazbin, guys. I think he died five times before he even explained anything to you and then another 10 times as he educated you. (Pic belongs to rightful owner)

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You felt like shit, utter shit. Your lower belly was hurting and you didn’t understand why. You didn’t tell your Father, Alastor, anything about this, not wanting him to worry too much about you. A few days ago, you had a massive headache and now this. For crying out loud you were only 14 years old !

You decided to sleep a bit more, but then your Father, Alastor Hazbin, the Radio Host, barged into your room.

“Rise and shine, Darling~!”, he happily said.

“Daaaad...! Just five more minutes, please...”, you whined.

The Radio Host looked at you in confusion and looked at the time. You already slept in two hours more than usual and that on your and his free day too !

“Cher, you slept two hours longer in than usual, and that on our day off too. Are you alright ?”

You turned to him and looked out from underneath your blanket.

“My lower stomach hurts...”, you admitted, knowing it was no use to lie to him.

Alastor looked at you in worry.

“Oh dear...”, he muttered and left the room in a hurry.

It didn’t take long for your Father to return with a cup of a hot drink. He put it down on the night table.

“Here you go, Cher. My Mother taught me how to make this. She said if a woman has lower stomach pains, this will help the pains to subside.”, he said.

You looked at him and smiled softly.

“Thank you, Papa.”

“You’re welcome, my little doe. Now...do you want to cuddle and stay in bed until you feel better ?”

You nodded gently and made grabby hands towards him. Alastor chuckled and got into your bed in front of you. You immediately crawled over to him, put your head on his chest and smiled happily, snuggling into your Father. The Radio Host wrapped his arms around you and held you, while you enjoyed the comfort he gave you.

As the tea was cooled down, Alastor handed it to you and you drank the cup empty, then fell asleep on your Papa, who didn’t mind it at all.

It was afternoon when you woke up again and needed the bathroom. You carefully got up from your sleeping Father’s chest, crawled to the edge of the bed and then got up, making your way to the bathroom. After you were done emptying your bladder and washing your hands, you returned to your Father and weirdly enough, fell quickly asleep again. This never happened before, were you sick ?

As Alastor woke up, he grimaced. He felt something wet and sticky on his upper right thigh, it seemed to have soaked through his pants. He tried to move carefully, to not wake you up, but it seemed to have been fruitless. You woke up and made a noise of disgust and discomfort.

“What’s wrong, Cher ?”, the Father asked gently.

“I feel wet and sticky between my legs, Dad...”

“Did you perhaps wet yourself ?”

You gave him an offended look.

“Ewww ! Papa ! No !”

He lifted his hands in mock offence.

“I was just trying to make sure, Cher.”

As he moved you and himself, he felt that the mattress was also wet.

“What in the...”, Alastor said in confusion, disgust and worry.

“Papa...is it just me, or does the mattress feel....wet too ?”

“I feel it too, mon ange (My Angel).”

Then you froze and Alastor could feel you clench your legs.

“What is it, Cher ?”

“P-Papa...I-I’m scared...”

“Why are you scared ?”

“I...I think I am causing the sticky mess, b-but it doesn’t feel like I am wetting myself. I-I can’t stop it either. Papa, what is this ?”, you asked scared out of your mind.

Alastor hated that you were scared, because he was scared and worried too. Just what was happening ?! He took a deep breath, held you close to his chest and then tore the blanket off of both of you. His eyes went wide in horror, while you screamed.

The wet, sticky patch was blood. A pool of blood and it came from you.

“Fuck !”, Alastor cursed in a small panic.

He got quickly out of the bed and looked at his brown pants, his right pant leg was colored blood red too on his thigh. Your blood red.

“P-Papa, d-don’t leave me ! I’m scared !”

He looked at you, his daughter. He knew he couldn’t stay. He had to call a doctor. His house doctor.

“I-I’ll be right back. I need to call a doctor. Don’t panic and don’t move. P-Papa will be right back, Ch-Cher !”

Then he rushed off, while you started to sob and stare at the mess you made in bed. He sprinted to the house phone and quickly called his doctor.

“Doctor Thomas Hugo, how can I help you ?”, Alastor’s house doctor answered the call.

“Mr. Hugo ! It’s my daughter, she is bleeding out !”, the Radio Host panicked.

“Mr. Hazbin, please calm down. How old is your daughter ?”

“Fourteen !”

“Where is she bleeding out ?”

“Her woman parts I assume ! Her pants are all red and so is the mattress !”

“Has it ever happened before ?”

“No, never !”

“So this is the first time. I see...”

“How are you so calm about this ?! My kid is dying !”, Alastor panicked.

The doctor chuckled in amusement.

“She isn’t dying, Mr. Hazbin. Your daughter is having her menstruation week. It is normal.”

Alastor was confused and worried sick.

“A what now ?”

“Ah...I suppose you never heard about menstruation week before...Every month, for a whole week, a grown woman is going through it. It is normal. If you need further information, you need to seek out a library and get a biology book about woman and their menstruation week.”

After a bit more of convincing, Alastor hung up, changed his clothes and rushed out of the house and quickly drove to a library. As he arrived he went to the exact section, his doctor told him the education book would be at. He found it quickly and went to the register. The librarian gave Alastor a strange look.

“My doctor recommended it to me for my daughter. I am a single parent.”, he said as he noticed her look.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were a pervert.”, she said softly and checked the book out.

It confused the Radio Host, why he would be considered a pervert for purchasing the book ? He hurried back home, checked on his daughter, who passed out and then quickly started to read the book. As soon as he started to learn what was actually happening he got embarrassed and uncomfortable. So she wasn’t dying, her body was just growing up even more.

He looked at you and sighed gently.

‘This will be very uncomfortable to explain to her...’

He knew he was in for a long explanation...

-Time skip-

As soon as you woke up and saw more blood oozing out of your womanly part, you whimpered. Alastor heard and came into your vision, by kneeling over you and blocking your sight from all the blood you lost.

“Cher...we need to talk...”

“H-Huh ?”

“Listen...this is difficult to talk about...but I’ve called Doctor Hugo and explained your situation and he recommended me a book to educate myself and you in this. He claimed it was normal and...I know what is happening to you now, mon petit (My little one).”

“W-what IS happening to me, Papa ?”

“Your body is growing up, that’s what’s happening. You have your menstruation week.”

“What...is that ?”

“Well...every month you have a menstruation week. In that week you will bleed out, but it is never harmful. I...never wanted to explain to you where babies come from, but now...I have no choice but to tell you, so this makes sense to you. So are you ready for the most uncomfortable explanation you will, hopefully, ever have ?”

All you could do was nod and your Father sighed, sitting down to your right side and running his left hand through your hair, to calm you down.

“Well...when two people love each other, a man and a woman, they get wed. After they married they usually start to want a family, which means they want a child and...”, Alastor swallowed thickly, “...they go and sleep together, but not in the sense that you think. They kiss and all that and at some point they get undressed. A woman and a man always have different...tools between their legs. That’s why we are referred to man and woman, we have different genitals. These genitals have to...connect deeply and after a while of doing the deed, the woman ends up pregnant with a baby in her belly. This whole baby making progress is called: Sex or, as I rather like to call it: sexual intercourse. Can you follow my words ?”, Alastor asked, very uncomfortable.

“Kind of ? I mean...how do these genitals connect ? How does a baby go inside ?”

“Ah...”, he swallowed thickly again, “Well, you see, my Dear... The man’s genital is inserted into the woman’s genital and they move around until the man has something, called an orgasm. In that orgasm he can make the woman pregnant and she has the tool to carry a baby inside her. It is called a womb. You can’t make a baby without the other part either, besides you adopt a child. You, my beloved daughter, have a womb and something called egg cells. Every month your womb prepares to have a baby and if it doesn’t happen in that month, everything will start to...expire, practically. To get it all out, the dead egg cells and the preparations your womb made, you will bleed out. There are many words for this event. Menstruation week, shark week, period, strawberry week and so on. It usually goes a whole week and then it is over and you are perfectly fine again. It is practically just a cleanse.”

You scrunched your nose up in disgust.

“Eww...I never want to have intercourse with a man. Yuck.”, you said with your tongue sticking out of your mouth.

Then you looked at your Father again.

“So...I’m not dying. I am just having my womb cleansed and it will take a whole week ?”

“Exactly. The blood loss is also supposed to be healthy for you. You have an exchange of blood, which is good. But a period is always different.”

“What do you mean ?”

“You can have more than one egg cell and if that happens, you will lose more blood. And at some point too much blood loss can make you feel dizzy. You can also experience cramps and they can vary from moment to moment. Sometimes they aren’t there, other times they just make you feel uncomfortable in your own skin and other times they actually hurt. Your lower belly pains might have been cramps setting in, my Dear.”

Alastor could tell you already hated this new development of your body.

“Great, so I will also be in pain when I am bleeding out. It isn’t bad enough that it feels like I am wetting myself without any control about it. Not to forget what a mess I am making...”, you groaned annoyed.

Your Father chuckled uncomfortably.

“You will also have cravings for different kinds of food and you will be extremely moody.”

You groaned again.

“Dad...please end me. I don’t want this.”, you begged.

“Sorry, Cher. But I can’t take this off of your shoulders. I already made a list of what I should get you. You will need some more hygienic utensils, like pads, for your underwear. We will need wet wipes, a few more washcloths, some bleach, Blood Thinner Tablets to clean the sheets and clothes, sweets, chocolate and some spices. Get washed up, as long as I am shopping. Don’t worry about the bed or the mess you will be making on your way to the bathroom, I will clean it all up when I return.”

“Okay, Papa...I love you.”

The Radio Host smiled at you and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, mon ange.”

Then he got up and left the room, not long later he also left the house and drove off. You got up and out of bed, entered the bathroom and let some warm water into your bathtub. You will take a long, warm, relaxing bath...

-Time skip-

You were just done with washing up, as you heard your Father return. Yet you were too afraid to get out of the tub, the water slowly turning cold. You couldn’t stop the blood flow and you had tears of frustration in your eyes. Why won’t this damn nightmare stop for at least a few minutes ?!

“Cher ! I’m back !”, your Father called and you heard his footsteps.

Soon enough he was in your room with the things he knew, you needed. You were nowhere to be seen.

“Cher ?”

“Bathroom, Papa.”, you replied with a sob.

Alastor’s smile dropped and he put everything down on your desk, then knocked on your Bathroom door.

“Cher, are you still in the tub ?”

“Yes.”, he answered with a sniffle.

“Do you...want me to come in and talk what upsets you so ?”, he asked gently.

A hiccup and water was moving.

“Y-yes...”, you stuttered out.

Your Father took a deep breath, closed his eyes and then opened the door.

“I’m not seeing anything, Darling.”, he said, trying to not be a pervert.

“Pa, you saw me naked at least twice already. There is nothing new to it.”, you giggled softly.

“So you want me to look ?”

“Dad, I know that you aren’t like other men. So stop being silly and open your eyes, before you fall into the tub or stump your toe.”

“Alright, Cher.”, he said gently and opened his eyes.

He looked at you in worry and confusion.

“So, why are you still in the tub, with lukewarm water none the less, Cher ?”

Your smile dropped and you glared at your body.

“The flow won’t stop. New clothes would be stupid to put on at this rate. Pa, it feels nasty. It feels like I am peeing even though I am not. I hate it. Make it stop, please.”, you begged him.

Your Father gave you a sympathetic look and left the Bathroom, returning with a small package. He sat down on the edge of the tub and held it up to your vision.

“These are Tampons, Cher. They are a piece of fabric and at the end is a string attached. I got from each different thickness two packages. This one is supposed to be the average size and thickness.”, he explained, feeling uncomfortable.

Oh, how he wished his Mother was here now, she would have had no issues teaching you this. He had to read in a damn biology book about this and now he has to teach you. He is VERY uncomfortable, but for you, his sweet daughter, he would do anything. Even leave his comfort zone to help you. You two were in this together.

You tilted your head to your left in confusion and looked at your Father.

“Why is a string attached to it ?”, you asked.

Alastor gave you a gently, yet wobbly, smile. He opened the package, carefully pulled one Tampon out and unwrapped it, then showed you the whole thing. You were confused, but ready to listen.

“The string here is there so you can pull it out. The whole piece of cotton fabric has to go inside you, where the blood comes out. It won’t hurt, don’t worry. It will stop the blood from flowing out of you and soak it up instead. When it is full, you will know, then you pull it out and replace it with a new one. Also, each time you go to the bathroom to relief your bladder, make sure to change your Tampon. It is hygienic and you will have a longer time before you have to change it again.”, he explained gently.

You looked at the small thing in wonder, yet in uncertainty too.

“Where does it go and....will it even fit ?”, you asked.

Alastor gave an uncomfortable chuckle and nodded.

“It will fit, don’t worry, as for where...the book I read in, has a very good description as a picture, I will go get it and show you.”

“Okay !”

Your Father got up and left the Bathroom, soon enough entering again with the biology book. He opened it and turned the pages until he had the side, then he turned the book around and showed it to you. Your eyes widened and you blushed deeply.

“Oh my stars...”, you muttered.

He lowered the book again and gave you and awkward nod.

“Indeed...”

“Okay then...Can I have one now ? So I can get out of the tub ?”, you asked gently.

Alastor nodded, took out a new packaged one, while you stood up in the tub, opened it for you and gave you the Tampon. You took it out of the Package, pulled on the string to make sure it was connected correctly, spread your legs and then gently inserted the Tampon. It felt weird...but you almost forgot about it after it was fully inserted.

Your Father looked away in respect, not wishing to make it any more awkward as it already was. Then you carefully got out and tapped his shoulder as you were wrapped in your towel. He turned around and looked at you.

“All done ?”, he asked.

You nodded gently with a small smile.

“Feeling better too, Cher ?”

“A bit, yes.”

“Good. Get dressed, I still have to show you another useful thing you will need to wear.”

“Alright, Papa.”

With that Alastor collected the open package of Tampons, the book too and left the Bathroom, letting you get dressed. After you were all dressed up, you entered your Bedroom and saw your Father taking off the soiled bed sheets. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

“Can I help ?”, you asked him, feeling guilty that you ruined the sheets.

“No, no, Cher.”, your Father quickly denied.

Then he finished tearing off the dressing of the mattress, seeing the damage it took. A huge red stain. The blanket also had a red stain.

“This will be taken care of easy enough ! Now ! Sit down at the foot of the bed, mon petit !”, your Father said, chirpy.

You did as told and Alastor sat down next to you soon enough, another box in his hands. He opened it and pulled out a white, long slip looking thing.

“This is a pad. The underside has a piece of paper on it, you tear it off and it is sticky. You put it into your underwear for extra measures to not soil your clothes. There are short ones and long ones. I bought from each length 2 packages. You tell me which ones were the most useful and I will stock up on it. Understood ?”

You nodded your head, close to crying. Your Papa went above and beyond to help you. He gave you the pad he was holding.

“Fasten it into your underwear now, mon ange. I will clean the sheets in the bathroom in the meantime.”, your Father said and then took the soiled sheets, entering your bathroom to wash them.

You quickly did as he instructed and were happy that the pad stayed stuck in your panties. Then you entered the bathroom and saw Alastor already trying to get the blood out of the sheets. The water was cold and it was already pink. He seemed to have no issues to get the stains out. He stopped and looked at you.

“Go to my bedroom and lay down, Cher. Your menstruation must take a tool on you. It is your first time after all ! You might feel sleepy again. It is normal to feel drowsy the first time it happens.”

“Are you sure, you don’t need my help, Papa ?”, you asked unsure.

“I am very sure, mon petit. Go lay down.”, your Father assured you.

You nodded gently and then left for your Father’s bedroom, laid down in his bed, cuddled into his blanket and fell back asleep.

-Time skip-

You were woken up by your Father and the sun started to set.

“Cher, what do you feel like eating right now ?”, he asked you gently.

You were in thoughts. As much as you wanted to say it was Jambalaya...it wasn’t. You had no appetite for it. You wanted something sweet.

“I crave something sweet...which is bad..you don’t like sweets...”, you sighed saddened.

“Cher, it’s alright. You have cravings now, you can’t control that. However ! I might be able to eat ONE sweet dish with you, but that will be for dessert !”

“What will that be, Papa ?”

“Beignets of course !”

Your eyes flashed in happiness.

“You can make them ?!”

“I sure can ! Hahaha !”

You hugged your Dad quickly, but winced in pain as your cramps have returned. Alastor noticed.

“What is it, Cher ?”

“Cramps...I moved too fast...”

“No worries, my Dear ! I will make you the tea again and you will be just dandy !”, your Father tried to cheer you up.

You smiled happily and nodded.

“I would love that, Papa.”

“Now...how about I make us some Crawfish Étouffée, as main course ?”

You nodded quickly. It had been a while since you had that dish !

“Yes, yes ! Please Papa !”, you said happily.

Alastor chuckled and rubbed your back.

“Alrighty then !”

You yelped as your Father lifted you up and carried you, bridal style, out of his room, down the stairs and into the living room. He put you down on the couch and then left for the kitchen. He returned a bit after, with a cup of tea and set it in front of you. It was still steaming.

“Here you are, mon ange.”

“Thank you, Dad.”

“My pleasure, Dear.”

Then he left the room again and started to prepare everything to make Crawfish Étouffée as main meal and Beignets as dessert. You pouted that you weren’t supposed to help, otherwise he wouldn’t have put you on the couch.

Your Father turned on the Gramophone and to life sprang a Jazz song, called “Broadway Rose”. You hummed a bit along, while your Father moved a bit to the tune. After some minutes you drank your tea and the next song came on, which was “Do just as I say”.

“Do we have only Victor’s songs playing right now, Papa ?”

“We do, Cher ! Is it not to your liking ?”

“No, no ! I love it ! I was just wondering.”

“Alright, Cher.”

As soon as your pain subsided, you stood up and entered the kitchen.

“Can I help, Papa ?”

Your Father looked at you.

“Only if you feel better, Cher.”

“I do.”

“Well then, you can ! Can you chop the onion, green bell pepper, parsley and the celery, while I prepare the crawfishes ?”, he asked and pulled out some crawfishes.

Some were dirty, so you nodded.

“I can !”, you chirped.

You quickly got everything ready, washed all the ingredients and then got to chopping, while Alastor took over the sink and washed the crawfishes. After he was done with washing the crawfishes, you were done chopping and he turned on the stove.

He made a roux first until it was a caramel brown, then he added your chopped ingredients.

“Can you get out the minced garlic, Cher ?”

“I will.”, you answered and retrieved it.

You gave him a teaspoon and as your chopped ingredients looked tender enough, to Alastor’s liking, he added two teaspoons of garlic to it.

“In the upper cupboard is Chicken stock, Cher. Can you please go and retrieve it ?”

You did as asked and he soon added slowly four cups of it. After all, they needed a serving for two. Everything was doubled, BUT the garlic. You weren’t a big fan of it. Alastor then added salt, pepper and more seasonings.

As soon as the mixture was boiling, he reduced the heat and put a cover over the pot, letting it simmer and only stirred it from time to time. While it will take for the next step a bit over 15 minutes, your Father started to prepare the rice already, by washing it and then adding it into another pot. He cooked the rice, knowing it will take a while anyways.

Then he waited a bit, while he smiled at you and instructed you how to make the beignets.

By the time the Crawfish Étouffée was finished, the beignets were in the oven, baking. Your Father quickly finished up the Crawfish Étouffée on both of your plates and then you both went into the Dining area. You both sat down and started to eat it, carefully, as to not burn yourselves. You hummed as the flavors exploded in your mouth and you felt happy.

As you were almost finished with consuming the dish, the beignets were ready, so your Father left to get them out of the Oven. He put over them some powdered sugar and then plated some of them, bringing them into the dining area.

“There are more in the kitchen.”, he informed you gently.

You nodded your head, as you two continued to finish your dish.

“I really missed your Crawfish Étouffée, Papa.”

Alastor chuckled gently.

“So did I, Cher. So did I.”

You gave your Father a gently smile after you finished your plate. You waited for him to finish too, no matter how much you were dying to try the beignets. After he finished he gently took a beignet and tasted it, humming in delight. You took one too and gently bit into it. Sweetness and flavor exploded in your mouth, but it wasn’t too sweet. You hummed and leaned back in your chair.

“These are delicious, Papa !”, you said after you swallowed.

He chuckled.

“They truly are, mon ange.”, he agreed and ate another one.

After you finished eating, cleaned the table, the dishes and your Father put away the leftovers of the beignets, he turned to you.

“Your bed is still wet, so I suppose you can sleep with me tonight, Cher.”

You nodded your head and left the kitchen, changed into your sleeping attire and then entered your Father’s Bedroom. You crawled into his bed and waited for him to arrive too. He did so quickly, changed in his bedroom, got ready for the night and then joined you in his bed. He hugged you close to his chest, which gave you comfort, you didn’t even know you needed.

You turned around and he laid on his back, while you put your head on his chest, curling up on him.

“You are the best Papa in the world, you know that ?”, you asked sleepily.

Alastor was shocked as you said that, but then smiled warmly and hugged you a bit tighter.

“Now I know for certain, mon petit. Sleep well.”, he replied and kissed the top of your head.

You smiled happily.

“Good night, Pa.”

Together the both of you fell asleep, exhausted.

Alastor was exhausted from the rollercoaster of emotions he had, the trips he made and practically ran around town to not leave you alone for too long, with the cleaning he did and the immense relief that you were not dying.

You were exhausted from the whole fiasco the two of you had when your period started, the blood loss and from the bit of work you did. Your first day with your first period, was anything BUT easy.

But together...you and your Papa pulled through.

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[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Oooo! I have a request! Great Seven!Yuu getting all dressed up for a date, and their parents are doing their best to give advice!

7 Try And Dress Up Yuu For A Date.

Some of them imply Yuu would look nice in a Dress and Yuu has makeup on in Ursula’s part (Cause drag queen) but Yuu is GN. The seven are in Yuus head, but are hanging out as specters. Some Familiars are here. Crush is not specified but Imagined to be one of the first years. I was thinking about hyping this up to reveal that the ‘date’ was just gonna be a play date with ortho but decided not to. Jafar is a mix of Starkid and Disney

“What about this, then?” You happily reply, giving a twirl in front of a mirror as your parent's chatter. It has been three hours, and none of them seem to agree on anything, most are still caught up over you having a date, which they are not happy about. Scar’s tail flicks a bit as he side-eyes you, uninterested.

“Yeesh kiddo, are you going on a date or a business meeting?” Hades replied snarkily, disappointingly waving his hand before looking away. He locks eyes with Maleficent, who just raises a brow and turns her head away. Hades was a damned tease to you off the bat, going on and on now you should at least be 500 years old before you start dating. Though he would never admit it, you can tell he was also skeptical of your date, protective as always, trying to play the role of a cool uncle. If he wasn't a ghost, he would have probably given your date the shovel talk.

“It's quite boring, Rose. Try something more eye-catching, with lots of color!” The Queen of Hearts crosses her arms proudly beaming at her precious child. It’s funny when she first grew attached to you, she was one of the strictest people you met. You’re sure that the mere mention of the date back then would have caused a breakdown. Now, as years went by, she is much calmer and more mature, having grown with you. Mary was just excited to be able to be a part of such a major step in your life, and twice as excited to dress you up for your wittle datey-watey.

Maleficent’s gaze locks onto you. “Well, I think it looks very…” The fae woman pauses, “Human, you fit in well and I’m sure your partner would recognize they’re more than lucky to have you.” Out of everyone, Maleficent respected your independence the most, though you could tell that even she struggled with you having a crush on someone. How she would urge you to wait just a little longer…

“Oh you look lively in anything dear but you should really let your body do the talking, angelfish.” Ursula floats over to you and you feel her soft hand on your back, guiding your to look in the mirror with her. “You have quite the figure like moi, plus there’s never anything wrong with being a little naughty. You’re still young, flaunt it!” 

To emphasize her point, she tugs the back of your shirt, making it tighten around your body to show off your figure. Jetsam curls around you like a fancy belt while Flotsam wraps around your neck, snickering amongst themselves. You remember it was during fish family bonding time whilst watching an episode of PuRauls Dragon Race did you tell them about your very obvious crush. It was hard to hide it when they lived in your head.

Your inappropriate auntie and heavily-make-uped eel brothers teased you like hell before Ursula grabbed you by the face with her ghost hand. She wiped off the current drag makeup she was putting both the eels and you in before re-apply a new look. While giving some very Ursula advice and promising she would make you “so captivating they couldn’t possibly say no” did you send off to ask them out, all while the eels cheered you on in their own way. She was the reason you were in the situation you were in now.

“Ursula!” You sputter a bit at a particularly raunchy suggestion from her as the octo-woman laughs. “What? Didn’t I tell you about body language~” “She’s right you know, we villains usually have to seduce to get what we want, you know? Meg did it. So did my brother Zeus, who by the way, is a total horndog between you and me.” Hades gossiped, whispering loudly for everyone to hear. “My diamond isn't seducing anyone!” Jafar huffs.

Queen Grimhilde nods. “They shouldn’t have to try and seduce anyone. Vessel, you need to bewitch and intimidate your potential partner from the start. There is no such thing as overdressing. That being said, this… outfit…” she grimaces, “is not enough…” The evil queen tilts her head up haughtily, strutting around you for a moment before humming. 

Mama Grimhilde was the most against your date out of everyone. She only wanted you to have a partner that truly deserves you. The best of the best. She certainly doesn't believe you would settle for one of those hooligans in your friend group. Honestly, she just might try to get you to steal their assets and poison them.

She goes through the very modest closet behind you, examining what little clothes you had all while Scar licks his paws clean. You’re surprised the hyenas haven’t commented on you already, this must still be asleep. Then again, no matter what you wear, you are sure they would tease you by calling you a piece of meat.

“If it wasn't for that…” Grimhilde’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as she shuts her eyes pensively, continuing from her pause. “… crow bastard… You wouldn’t have to wear such garb unworthy of you. When my kingdom rises once again, I will ensure from then on you only dress in the finest of silks and the most comfortable linens…”

Your strictest mother uses what remains of her ghost powers to drag a hand-me-down cardigan and tightens it. It feels domestic… how you wish you could get them a body sooner. “Here,” The queen commands, handing you a long dress skirt. The outfit you wore, fit you well, it was very Pommefiore, actually.

“Oh but that’s so plain, Grimmy!” The queen of hearts sighs. “You’re going to dress them like a clown arent you? Scar nags, the lion barely reacted to the news of your crush, only huffing and saying the better treat you right. According to the hyenas, however, he was worried about you in the same way Mufasa got over Simba.

The Queen of Hearts shoved something over you and you turn to face the mirror to see what it is; The most neon-patterned dress ever made from all kinds of spare fabrics. Where did she even get this from? You hear the Jabberwock in your head chuff in agreement at the question. “Now they won't be able to take their eyes off of you!” She claps her hands together and gives a hearty laugh.

“Not for a good reason…” Jafar sneers. “Ugh,” Grimhilde rolls her eyes with Jafar, as Maleficent just tilts her head. “You know what kiddo? You actually rock it!” Hades smiles, Panic and Pain chucking within your head. “Really?” You ask, raising a brow. 

“Oh gods no,” Hades erupts in laughter. “You look like one of Haphaestus’ paintings he makes when he’s drunk!” Hades continues to laugh, and you feel Pain and Panic join him in their cackles. “O-Or! Or one of baby Athena’s finger paintings!” Hades continues to laugh before catching his breath. “Are you done?” You ask annoyedly.

“At least if you go out like that, we wouldn’t have to scare anyone away…” Scar remarks, picking at his fangs with a claw. Jafar held his face and temples within his palm. “Enough all of you.” He barked, still probably upset from the news of your date. He was the most protective of you out of everyone, so it’s only natural that he’s moody. “Though I hate to admit it…” Jafar pauses, closing his eyes pensively.’

“They are grown up now… And they are able to dress themself…” “Agreed.” Replied Maleficent. “After all, today is about them.”  The fae woman smiles, before smirking. “That being said, something dark will suit you nicely…” Jafar looks over at Maleficent in shock. “Warm colors highlight their features more!” “Well actually…” the queens begin to speak up.

Here goes another 2 hours…

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[bluestar22x]

A Bad Fall

Summary: Joel witnesses Ellie falling off a horse in Jackson

Characters: Joel Miller, Ellie Williams (Joel POV)

Rating: 13+

Warnings: Mild injury, fowl language, worried!Joel

Word Count: 1,200 (ish)

Author’s Note: This is an AU to anything that happens in future seasons. Joel and Ellie's relationship has already been tested, but everything has been resolved between them. No spoilers for those who've never seen the games.

This was created for @solanumofthestars as part of cat and han's 2024 friendship exchange @swiftiscruff and posted early cause I goofed the date.

I know you love Joel and Ellie as much as I do, and I've wanted to do something for you for a while. Hope you enjoy. <3

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March 2026

Jackson, Wyoming

He saw it happen. He'd been passing by the training round pen near Jackson's horse stable, headed back to his house after a long day on patrol when he realized Ellie was inside it, on the back of a young bay horse, unsupervised.

He recognized the animal as Shimmer, the filly who'd been practically a newborn foal when they had arrived in Jackson the very first time. The foal Ellie had latched onto and decided was hers upon their return the following spring. Now the filly was two, old enough and tall enough to start being ridden, but Joel knew for a fact that she hadn't been started yet.

"Ellie!" he shouted, and her head snapped in his direction, her jaw dropping slightly as soon as her eyes fell on him.

"Fuck, I thought you weren't going to be back until nightfall," she admitted, looking far less guilty than Joel thought she should feel.

"Get off the horse, Ellie," he demanded as he approached the fence. "Meg hasn't even started training her yet. You tryin' to get yourself killed?"

He could almost see her mentally digging her heels in. "I should be the one training her. She trusts me most. Tommy assigned her to me."

"Yeah, and what do you know about training horses?" Joel asked. She went to speak but he interrupted her, knowingly, "That you didn't read out of a book."

She shut her mouth and glared at him. "I'm not a little kid anymore. I can do this, Joel. Let me do this."

Joel wanted to protest more, but what would be the point? Short of pulling her off Shimmer, he really couldn't do anything to stop her, and if he did do that he'd just sour their relationship, a relationship that had previously gone through a rough patch due to a decision he'd made for her a couple years back.

"Alright," he said hesitantly, despite his gut telling him he shouldn't have given in. "But I'm staying."

"Fine," Ellie said, her expression relaxing. She adjusted herself in the horse's saddle and turned her focus back to her. "Now, where were we Shimmer? Yeah, we were just about to walk, right?"

She carefully pressed her heels against the filly's hide, and Shimmer snorted and pawed at the ground anxiously, confused by the pressure and not liking it. It took a few tries, but eventually the filly stepped away from the sensation and Ellie immediately took her heels off of her.

"Good job!" she cooed proudly, bending to pat Shimmer's neck. "Knew you could do it."

Joel barely had time to smile at the sight before him when snow suddenly slid off the stable roof in bulk, and several of the horses in the surrounding paddocks shied away from the commotion.

Shimmer also bolted away from the quick movement and noise. She went one way and Ellie, who'd been caught off guard, flew the other, landing hard on the frozen ground, her left arm pinned underneath her.

Panic surged in Joel's chest. "Ellie!"

He jumped the fence and raced to her side to cup her face, meeting her eyes with his concerned ones. "Are you okay? Did you hit your head?"

She grimaced as she pushed herself up into a sit, and shook her head. "I'm fine, Joel."

"Your face says otherwise."

"My arm's just a bit sore." She rubbed at her shoulder and hissed.

"Let me see," Joel insisted, and she gingerly slipped her left arm out of her winter jacket and tugged on the neckline of her long sleeved shirt so that the top of her shoulder was revealed.

There was a redness there, inflammation already setting in.

"How bad does it hurt?" he inquired.

"Not that bad," she assured him. "Hurt a lot worst when I tumbled off Callus."

Callus had been the horse they'd taken on their journey to the university. He'd been killed by a cult they had met along the way. The mere mention of the horse had Joel swallowing hard. Those had been agonizing days. He could still clearly remember the throbbing of his infected stab wound and the terror he'd felt searching for Ellie, not knowing what shape he'd find her in.

"You're probably going to have a nasty bruise there," Joel guessed. "But it could've been a lot worst."

"I know," Ellie moaned. "You're not going to let me back on her again, are you?"

"Not until Meg says she's ready," Joel said firmly.

She released a defeated sigh. "Fine."

Joel helped her to her feet and walked over to where Shimmer was now standing and collected her reins. "Stay here. I'm gonna untack her and we're going to put ice on that. Should help keep the swelling down."

Ellie nodded and watched him as he got to work, throwing Shimmer's saddle on the fence and setting her free from her bridle once she was in a paddock with several other mares.

She quietly followed Joel home, kicking rocks as she went, left arm hugged protectively against her chest, and plopped down in a chair at the kitchen table as soon as they slipped inside the house.

As she got comfortable Joel headed for the freezer with a baggie in hand, and filled it up with cubed ice from a tray before insulating it with a clean, thin dish cloth.

He carried it over to Ellie and handed it to her, gesturing for her to press it against her shoulder. When she did, he sat down next to her.

She chewed on her lip as they sat in silence, reminding Joel of when they first met, when she didn't look like the young woman she would soon be. Time had flown too fast in Jackson.

"I'm sorry," she said eventually. "It was a stupid idea. But I...I'm still struggling, with everything. I'm still figuring out how to be useful."

Joel wanted to tell her she didn't need to be, but he couldn't. After all, he had spent most of his life doing everything possible to be exactly that. To provide for and protect his loved ones. Usefulness, purpose, it was a need people had hardly talked about before the outbreak, but most had strived for it in one way or another, often times through parenthood.

"It wasn't stupid," he told her. "Even expert riders fall off sometimes. And you were makin' progress. Just, please, talk to Meg. Get her to give you some more riding lessons before you help her with Shimmer. Then maybe someday you can be the local horse trainer."

"You think?" Ellie questioned, looking hopeful.

"If you want," Joel replied. "You've got a lot of options."

She nodded. "Okay, I'll do that."

"Great," Joel said, pushing back his seat so he could stand again. "You wanna take this in the living room? I borrowed Jurassic Park from the DVD section at the library again."

Ellie lit up. Jurassic Park was one of her favorite films, only secondary to a few science fiction movies about astronauts exploring space.

"Hell yeah!" she hooted.

Joel smiled.

She was clearly feeling better already.

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵

paring: amy march x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, headcanons, friends to lovers, secret relationship (?), period piece

warning(s): grammatical errors, not proofread, unedited

word count: 1.9k

note: Amy has been in my mind the last couple of days so i decided to finally write this idea and I got carried away. I hope it doesn't flop but I feel like it's going to flop :( I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <;3 (Also "jealousy" part 2 is currently in the works since a lovely person asked for it)

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

Your older brother was best friends with Laurie. Meaning you were always around him. Laurie was like a second brother to you. 

It was always the three of you, until Laurie met Jo. Then it was just you. 

Both Laurie and your brother were very fond of her, so the three of them became an inseparable trio. 

You didn’t mind, of course, because they were always there if you needed them. But the best part of meeting Jo was meeting Amy March. 

Your brother, Laurie, Mr. Brooke and you were all present when she came to the Laurence residence with a wounded hand. 

“Sit down,” Mr. Brooke said. “Sit down, Laurie,” you could sense the annoyance in his tone. He was clearly tired. “Latin is a privilege,” he continued. 

You honestly weren’t pay to much attention to them, your book was more interesting than listening to Laurie being lectured about the importance of latin. 

“Please, you have to learn this. I can’t afford to lose this position. Just return to the Cicero–”

“There’s a girl out there,” Laurie cut him off, catching everyone's attention. 

“What?” your brother asked in disbelief, standing up next to him. 

“No, there’s not,” Mr. Brooke tried to catch their attention.

“Yes, Mr. Brooke, there’s a girl,” he insisted. 

“No, there’s not.”

Laurie and your brother moved so you and Mr. Brooke could see that there was in fact a girl out there. You could see she was pacing back and forth, tears running down her face, and she was holding her hand. 

“Oh, there’s is a girl,” Mr. Brooke said. 

“That’s a girl,” your brother confirmed. 

The four of you opened up a window and stuck your heads out. Laurie called out to her. 

“Hello there. Are you hurt?”

“I’m Amy.”

“Hello, Amy. I’m Laurie.”

“I know. You brought my sister back after the dance,” so that was Jo’s little sister. “I would’ve never sprained my ankle. I have lovely small feet, the best in the family. But I can never go home again because I’m in such trouble,” she cried out. 

Your heart shrunk at her words, she was having a really hard time.

“Look,” she held her hand up. You could see she had a cut there, it didn’t look too deep though. “Mr. Davis hit me.”

She was then brought into the house and Mr. Brooke put on a bandage on her wound. Amy was looking around the place, the four of you looking at her every movement. 

She gasped, “Tell the servants I want this painting purchased immediately!” she said in a funny tone, which made you chuckle. A small smile appeared on her lips because of your reaction. 

“Amy! Are you in there?” 

“Meg! My hand. Look.”

Jo was trailing behind Meg. Laurie's eye’s immediately found her.

“What richness,” you heard Jo say. 

Meg, the eldest, immediately made her way towards her little sister. 

“It hurts so much,” Amy complained. 

You heard Jo talking to Laurie, your brother soon standing next to his friends. But your eyes were still on Amy. 

“What did you do?” Jo asked Amy, you could tell she was annoyed by her little sister. 

“Nothing. I did a drawing, and then Mr. Davis hit me,” she explained. 

But Jo was, once again, distracted by something else in the room, a painting. Laurie’s grandfather’s painting. 

“Jo, we do not compare grandfathers,” you heard a soft voice say. 

Margaret March and Mr. Laurence entered the room. 

He gently patted your back, before making his way to his grandson, your brother and Jo. 

The March woman were now discussing Amy’s education, giving that Mrs. March decided that her daughter wasn’t coming back to that school. 

“Yes, women being taught at home is more proper, I believe. Take Y/n for example,” Mr. Brooke said. 

You discretely rolled your eyes at him, but Amy saw it and sent a smile your way, making your cheeks go red. 

“Only because schools for women are poor,” Meg fired back. 

“Indeed. Quite right,” you could tell he was nervous just by talking to the brunette. 

“I wish all the girls would leave this horrible school and that he would die.”

You chuckled at her words, earning a stern look from your brother. So you coughed trying to divert the attention from your reaction. 

“You did wrong. And there will be consequences,” Mrs. March insisted. 

“I didn’t. I didn’t even do anything. I just did a drawing.”

“Thank you so much for taking care of our Amy,” Mrs. March said to Laurie and your brother. 

“Oh, yes of course.”

“My girls have a way of getting into mischief.”

“Well, so do we, ma’am,” your brother said, a grin forming on his lips. 

“Then one of you will run over and we’ll take care of you.”

“Please, and come over whenever you’d like. Invite your sister Beth as well,” Laurie said.

“Yes! Beth would adore the piano,” Jo said, jumping out of the couch, making Amy gasp in pain when Jo touched her wounded hand. 

“Is she the quiet one?” Mr. Laurence asked.

“Yes, that’s our Beth.”

“Tell that little girl to use our piano. I’m sure Y/n wouldn't mind, right Y/n?”

Mr. Laurance snapped you out of your thoughts, forcing you to look away from Amy. 

“Not at all,” you smile at the March family. 

“And Jo, borrow whatever book you’d like,” Laurie added.

“Can I come look at the painting?” Amy asked. 

“Yes.”

“Yes!” 

You and Laurie replied at the same time, your tone showing more excitement than his. 

“There’s also a lovely greenhouse,” Mr. Brooke said, smiling at Meg. 

“We must go. Girls.”

The room suddenly was filled with all the girls talking at the same time. Before walking out the door you heard Amy shouting goodbye.

“Thank you for my hand! It was nice meeting you, Y/n!” she said, raising her hand and flashing you a smile, making your heart pick up its pace.

And ever since then, the two of you were attached at the hip. 

Laurie and you were admitted to their little club. They weren’t quite sure about Laurie, but you convinced them that the two of you would be the best members.

Everytime Jo and Beth would come to the Laurence residence, Amy would tag along just to see you. 

The two of you would spend the entire day together. She would tell you about painting, you would tell her about the book you were currently reading. 

Some afternoons she would convince you to model for her and she would draw you.

But it was just an excuse to stare at you. 

In time, the friendly touches and stares became something else. It wasn’t friendly anymore, it was something deeper than that.

The two of you would sneak into the woods and have some alone time, somewhere where you could hold hands without having to hide or where the two of you could give eachother little kisses away from the public eye. 

Neither of you quite understood what the two of you were doing. You both knew that it felt right and just went with it. 

When Amy went to Europe you sent her letters, expressing all your love for her, how much you missed her. But you never signed them with your actual name, you would use a different one in case someone were to find them and read them. 

Amy would write back, and tell you all the amazing things she’d been up to, tell how much she missed you as well, and how much she loved you. 

Later on, you accompanied Laurie to Europe in hopes that you would see her again. And you did. 

Laurie and you were walking when all of a sudden you heard yours and Laurie’s name being called. 

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! Laurie!” she shouted, getting off the carriage and making her way towards the two of you. 

“Amy!”

She hugged you tightly, trying to show her love for you. The truth was she wanted to kiss you but she couldn’t with all those people, Laurie and her aunt looking. 

“My, you’ve grown so much,” Laurie said.

“You look beautiful, Amy,” you smiled at her with loving eyes. 

“You wrote you’d meet me at the hotel.”

“We couldn’t find you,” you were holding her hands. 

“You didn't look hard enough,” she said, holding back her smile. 

“Well, maybe we didn’t recognise you, ‘cause you’re so beautiful now,” Laurie said.

“Oh, stop it,” she playfully rolled her eyes at him 

She asked about Laruie’s grandfather, about your brother, about what the two of you were up to.

“I couldn’t believe Jo turned you down. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, Amy,” Laurie said, a small smile on his lips.

“Amy!” her aunt called out to her.

She got in the carriage again, Laurie leaned inside to kiss Aunt March's cheek. 

“Hello, Y/n,” she said. Aunt March thought you were a decent young lady and actually liked you.

“Hello, Mrs. March,” you smiled at the lady.

Before saying goodbye Amy invited you and Laurie to a New Year’s eve party. 

“See you, Y/n!”

“Later, March,” you replied. Watching as the carriage moved away. 

When the three of you came back because of Beth’s funerals. Your brother noticed how you felt around a certain March and decided to ask you about it. 

“I’m sick, am I not?” tears running down your cheeks as he now knew your truth,

“No, Y/n. Loving someone could never mean you are sick,” he hugged you tightly, afraid that you would break into million pieces

The both of you stayed there, holding onto each other. 

“You know,” he broke the silence. “I’ve always loved Amy,” you looked at him, confusion writing all over your face. He chuckled at your reaction. “No, not like that, silly. Not like you love her. What I’m trying to say is that, maybe I could take care of her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know how rich our family is. She would be settle for life, and if she doesn’t want to have kids then that’s okay.”

“You’re saying you will marry her?”

“I’m saying that...” he carefully thought his next words. “Yes, I would be marrying her. But only for you. On paper we would be together but it could be the perfect opportunity for the two of you to have your chance together.”

“Would you do that for me? For us?” your eyes were watery once again. 

“You know how I feel about marriage, I don’t like it. So I would gladly marry Amy if it means one of us gets to live their happy ending.”

“But what if you fall in love and you do want to marry her?”

“If that happens we could figure something out later. But you should talk to her.”

“You’re dead serious about this?”

“Dead serious, Y/n. Now go and tell her.”

So you did. You told her your brother’s stupid plan. 

You thought she would laugh in your face, but the only thing she did was kiss your lips. 

It was so intimate and so perfect. It felt as if the two of you were promising to live together for the rest of your lives. As if things should always have been that way. It felt like the start of something new. 

“I can’t wait to marry your brother,” she joked before connecting her lips to yours once again.  

(Y/n’s brother understood how she felt because he felt the same way towards a special someone. No, it's not Jo. Let me know if you guessed it.)

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

#amy march #amy march x fem reader #amy march x you #amy march x y/n #amy march fluff #amy march headcanons #amy march imagine #florence pugh #florence pugh x fem reader #florence pugh x you #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh headcanons #littlexscarletxwitch's fic #your fav florence pugh blog <3

[violivs]

NMTDaily: VOX POPS

- Hi all! I’m going to be rewatching along with TCWs NMTDaily and making posts about each episode, or as many as I can (I might miss some, but I hope not!)

- I want to start by saying thank you again to The Candle Wasters for making my favorite thing. Just, the amount of joy and creative fulfillment and friendship and delight I’ve gotten from this show and this fandom is still unmatched. Thank you so much for making it and sharing it. The love and care and skill with which NMTD was made still shines through and I’m still so awed by it. I think I was probably somewhat overdramatic about my reactions to Lolilo in places where you, TCW, could see, on my main blog, and you didn’t deserve that. I really hope I didn’t send you any aggressive asks about it, or make you uncomfortable in any way. I’m a little afraid I did, but I don’t know for sure. If I did, I apologize. I’m older and more mature now, I promise. I hope you’re all doing so very well now!

- I didn’t realize until today that Project I: VOX POPS was posted first, before any other video in the series. I didn’t start watching NMTD until right around the time Benedick’s first Q&A video was posted, so I binged the first chunk of episodes around that time. It will be interesting to watch them at a slower pace this time!

- I am immediately overwhelmed with warm fuzzies at seeing these characters again. They’re such babies! I love them!

- I never made a post about this, but Ben’s first line being about how he shares a (differently spelled) name with a Pope is both a great first line for him on a character level since he starts as kind of a cocky overconfident asshole (a cover for his soft sensitive insides) AND it’s evidence for my theory that he’s probably Catholic, but lapsed/non-practicing/maybe agnostic or atheist solely because I WILL keep projecting parts of me onto this character, it’s just what I do at this point. Other evidence: he has a confirmation name. We don’t get his full name til Lolilo, but still. And he’s partly Scottish, which can account for the fact that English people usually are not Catholic.

- “you need to imitate an eagle, that’ll scare them away!” That’s Ben’s second line and first bird reference! Already! Wow.

- The favorite band question! Mumford and Sons! Fife and the Drums! Sheep Dog and Wolf! The LORE! The REFERENCES! We’re already off to the races.

- “I don’t need chat-up lines” Beatrice I love you , and you have no idea what’s coming.

- I forgot about Beatrice’s Favorite T-Shirts Ranking System lol

- Extremely funny that Ben says bananas are his favorite food and then he goes on to become synonymous with mangoes instead. Sorry, buddy, you will always be Mango Skin Boy to us. xD

- I forgot how delightful Dogberry and Verges are in this episode

- “that you would leave me” oh Meg. Oh honey. Oh no.

- I’ve seen nine seasons of Doctor Who and only five episodes of Game of Thrones since 2014. Sorry Bea, I side with Ben on this one. And I’ve seen one season of Community. I’m slowly hacking away at the list of media referenced in nmtd that I need to watch!

- love it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, it will set you free! ❤️

- Balthazar plays every instrument, of course.

- Bea must not have an ear for music if she hated that question enough to force Ursula on-camera so she doesn’t have to answer it… Unless Ursula asked her something else she didn’t want to answer! Lol

- Ben makes me cringe so hard a couple times this episode. And yet I still love him. To be fair, that’s just every Benedick at the start of Much Ado, though. The cringy lines are completely in character.

- I decided to save the full story of how I discovered NMTD for whenever the NMTDaily email for Ben’s first Q&A episode goes out, because then it will actually be ten years almost to the day since I started watching. But I’m so impatient and excited to tell the story!

- It’s amazing how back then, these kids were my contemporaries and the Lizzie Bennet Diaries cast felt impossibly old compared to me. Now the NMTD kids are babies and I’m older than Lizzie Bennet! Trippy. It sure has been a nice ten years.

Until the next one! Happy NMTD Day, fellow flamangoes!

💖🥭🦩

#nmtd #nothing much to do #NMTDaily #webseries #violivs NMTDaily liveblog

[snarky-art]

Quick Daphne Mythix concept I came up with a few days ago + quick work sketches

The Great Dragon itself, specifically war and wrath

Decided to make her gem purple in the end to signify her no longer holding a barrier between herself and The Flame, which although by the time of her death there hadn’t been one of separation technically as she was the full blown Holder, she always held a great respect for the decorum and structure of ruling towards her parents, specifically her mother (the previous Holder), and was so proud of her title as heir that she greatly enjoyed keeping her blue gemmed ornament. In this transformation though, she would be pissed and tired and selfish and full of rage and sick of it, so,, yeah lol. She’s basically saying “fuck it, I should’ve taken advantage of what I could’ve when I had everything. It was mine after all.”

Alrighty! So!! Referred to this as the Daphne’s Fucking Pissed transformation when talking to @maea-megs

I feel like this would be during her “I’m pissed im alive again and I just want to hurt someone” phase since Mythix came later and this would be the closest she has to her old power

She doesn’t want to be alive again because she doesn’t want to deal with everything. She’s tired and she’s angry and Bloom can’t do what she could. She can’t wield The Flame like Daphne could, can’t conjure great power like it’s nothing, like its as easy as breathing, like it’s what she was made to do (she wasn’t, after all. She wasn’t the first born. She was barely even born at all when Domino fell. She was a desperate last attempt, Daphne tells herself with spite and venom).

Bloom is gracious and merciful, but Daphne finds that hilarious. Bloom has no need to be merciful because she can do nothing that would make anyone ask for it. Daphne though? Daphne could’ve destroyed worlds if she wanted to, whole planets and civilizations. She could’ve gone to war and been the only soldier and she would’ve won.

She had done things that some could consider drastic less times than could be counted on one hand with The Flame in her time before The Fall, but it was in the name of balance and order for all who were involved as a last attempt after all other options had been exhausted, and even then she had exercised such great restraint. She had always exercised restraint. She knew what would happen if she didn’t because she was that good, but maybe that was a mistake. She never truly allowed herself to indulge in anything now that she’s had time to ruminate, to really think back on everything. Almost everything she did she wanted to do, yes, (at least she thinks so. She’s still not sure the more time she’s had to think about it, but that’s a discussion for a later date she thinks) but what about the things she hadn’t done?

She knew their history, she would be a fool not to (Bloom didn’t know. She didn’t really know anything though, still so new to magic itself). There was a reason the words Ash Bringers, Fire Devils, and Daemons among other terms full of disgust and fear were seethed by some still even over 1000 years after Domino’s demise. Sacking and raiding was what they had been good at, their planet and it’s power given to them specifically, no one else. Surely that meant assimilation was what was needed, for who could live in such a way that was equal to them if they hadn’t been blessed with such divine light? Where was there that could not be made better if Dominions were to bless it with their knowledge and power? If that had to be done by force, then so be it. And if that force was not enough? Then they were not going to be adding anything of worth to The Magical World as is, so it would be better if they returned to The Great Dragon. Their energy could be breathed into new beings who weren’t stupid enough to thing resistance would work or be worth it. The Great Dragon gave life, and logically, that meant it should be the one to end it too, and end it, it would.

It is a shameful part of their past, a large part of it too. Only in more recent generations had Dominions finally begun to look upon it properly, with a critical and damning eye that called for condemnation and reparations. Daphne agreed, of course. It was wrong what they had done, and that was why she was so aware of how careful she had to be. She knew the blood that had been spilled so easily and so carelessly with The Power she was blessed to hold, how many cultures had been subjected to what was called Divine Wrath by oppressors who thought they had the right to control anything and anyone just because they could and that it was just because it was in the name of their god.

It was a power that left fields black and lifeless, permanently so, nothing able to grow ever again no matter how much time passed. It was a magic that called forth the stench of acrid flesh and bone dust and rocks stained black for all of eternity if The Holder wanted it to do so.

She knew how it felt, to have it thrumming and vibrating through her whole being, properly integrated into her core, acting as an extension of her own life force, the smallest misstep being the last barrier between her surroundings continuing to live and breath as they are or be decimated in an instant, no proof of anything having ever existed there at all. Just another random dead rock that one would pass by later that same day and assume it nothing more than a long deceased moon (if there was enough rubble left held together for it to even be called that, for it to be identified as anything at all).

She would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about what it would feel like to feel that power as her ancestors once had, not in the name of imperialism and genocide like they had, but just to see what it was like. She would never let those thoughts linger for too long though. It was nothing more than an intrusive thought, a dangerous “what if”, perhaps influenced by the ghosts of those very ancestors who haunted their lineage and position in The Magical Realm all the way up to present day. But now, now Daphne didn’t have The Flame. She remembers though (she thinks she does anyway. She knows at least that she remembers more than what she has now). Most likely, this is the closest she’ll ever get to what she once had. And she had been so good before, what harm could come that she couldn’t fix if she just let herself be submerged just once in the closest thing she’ll ever get to her old abilities?

She would finally let go of all restraint she ever had and finally indulge in letting the power that has the ability to decimate worlds and cultures with a simple flick of the wrist do it’s thing.

So, basically:

Daphne, floating in a void of empty dead space, dissociative as hell: 🔥🔥🔥🔥👁️👄👁️🔥🔥🔥🔥

Everyone else: ….is she good????

Bloom: I think she just needs alone time:)

#winx club #winx #mythix #transformation #transformations #daphne winx club #winx daphne #daphne winx #winx club redesign #winx club redo #winx club rewrite #lore #worldbuilding #winx club reboot

[frodo-with-glasses]

Discord Highlights: Headcanon Marathon

Meg suggested I write this all as a bullet point list instead of copying the chat this time; which is probably a good idea considering the workload here LOL

On the night of 5/4/23, we here at the Fig Tree Discord Server got together and headcanoned:

Primrose Gamgee is a redhead like her mother

Prim was born deaf

Prim and her brother Bilbo are thick as thieves

Signing doesn't come naturally to Bilbo, but he tries his hardest, and Prim understands him anyway

Goldilocks may or may not be named the way she is because Sam wanted to name a daughter Galadriel but Rosie wanted the hobbit version so they compromised

For the first like four years of her life Goldi thought she was named after a flower like her big sisters and was very confused why her parents laughed when she asked to plant goldilocks in the garden

Frodo later comforts her like "it's okay they can't plant Frodo either" and that got her giggling like crazy

She decides dandelions are goldilockses and is delighted when they show up in the yard

Sam is not

Actually Sam is just fine with this because hobbit lawns encourage natural biodiversity and also dandelions are good in salads

The Gamgee family is a big loud singing household

The Sound of Music, but it's Bag End

Fatty Bolger has three daughters and no other kids

One is Athelas, nicknamed Addie

Addie got sick when she was young and lost most of her hearing

Addie is best friends with Prim Gamgee

Addie and Prim hang out all the time and, in addition to being fluent in SSL (Shire Sign Language), they also constantly make up their own nonsense signs so that no one else can understand them

Another Bolger daughter is Azalea, nicknamed Azzie

Azzie and Addie are very close in age

(Not sure if we reached a consensus on who's older, but I feel like Azzie is older)

Azzie is a natural storyteller; she gets it from her dad

Since she tells her stories with both her voice and her hands it's somehow more spellbinding

She discovered puppet shows at the age of 3 and a half and was instantly hooked

When she's older, she makes her own puppets

Puts on puppet shows for her family

They don't have any talking, just Action, and Addie loves the action best

She used to put on shows for Baby Heather before she was ambulatory and got quite offended once Heather was old enough to crawl away

The youngest Bolger daughter is Heather

Heather is a good deal younger than her sisters and is spoiled rotten but she's the sweetest thing

Heather is constantly hungry and always eating, and yet she stays Very Short

She's perfectly healthy and round, just Smol

Mental image: Four girl hobbits (Prim, Addie, Azzie, and Heather) in a blanket tent, signing rapidly to each other, and no words can be heard but an unending stream of giggles

They're having a sleepover and Fatty has to keep coming in to tell them to be quiet. Heather and Azzie promise they'll hush, but Prim and Addie don't realize how loud they're being and it just sets the other two off all over again.

Azzie hears the story of Beren and Luthien from Prim's dad (very important he is, he's the mayor, you know!), and she sews her own puppets and puts on a show of it

The Beren puppet has a hand that's held on by a button

Once (don't ask me how) Aragorn and Arwen get to watch Azzie's Beren and Luthien show

They have nothing but positive reviews

(Even if Baby Heather tried to eat the wolf puppet halfway through)

Arwen is delighted and wants to help Azzie make some beautiful blinged out elvish puppets with gems sewn into them

Azzie never uses them but they are kept in a glass box and TreasuredTM

Fatty likes to wrestle with his friends' sons, since he has no boys of his own

Addie, however, is a tomboy and WILL go at it with her father if given the chance

Addie and Frodo Gamgee got in a fight once. For fun. She's four years younger than Frodo, and bby Frodo had to suffer a lecture from his no-nonsense dad, but Addie got off easy and Frodo still holds a bit of a grudge lol

He still thinks she's cool tho

(To which I suggested: "ship??" and got at least one eyes emoji, so there's that)

Prim is neither the best friend who's always talking Addie down, nor the best friend who's constantly hyping her up, but the best friend who hangs back like "I won't stop you but you should NOT"

Secretly Prim likes tending wounds

She has a makeshift vet office in the backyard

Bby Bilbo brings her his dragon (it's a lizard named Smaug)

(I suggested the lizard actually be a skink but the jury's still out on that one)

The Gamgees do not have pets, as a rule, but many animals and pet bugs are either smuggled or wander in

Rosie like "where's my best pot??" too bad now it's the home of Pippin's grasshopper

The Tooks, on the other hand, have lots of pets and very absurd ones too

Real conversation between Goldilocks and Rosie: "But Ma, why can't I play with the snake?" "Because it's poisonous. If it bites you, you will die." "But Faramir has a pet snake." "Faramir has a what now"

When they're older, Faramir and Goldie end up being that super weird couple with exotic pets and no kids for a very long time

"Ma when we get married we'll have snakes" "No Goldi" "Ma Faramir said so" "SAM call off the marriage" "They're seven, love—" "Call it off"

Mental Image: Estella is a fantastic baker. She's in the kitchen at Crickhollow or Brandyhall with a mess of little girls—her nieces and daughter(s)—all around her, talking and signing instructions, and no one is listening to her, and there's flour EVERYWHERE, and she's getting exasperated but simultaneously loving it

Elanor, being the oldest of a TON of younger cousins/relatives, is sort of the de facto leader on play dates

Get all the Gamgees, Brandybucks, Tooks, and Bolgers together, and Elanor can be seen holding a stick over her head like a general's baton and leading this veritable army of hobbit children down to the Party Field

Elanor was pretty uninterested in romance when she was young—too busy doing other things to get fussed about boys, and her standards were too high for most of them anyway—until one day she met Fastred and she came home and said, "Ma, I've found him", and whaddya know she had

(Still undecided whether they met because Elanor was in Greenholm for some reason or Fastred came to Hobbiton on business with his father, but either way Elanor and Fastred didn't meet until towards the end of their tweens)

When Sam tells stories he adjusts them for the ears of kids

Merry does not

Not even a little bit

(Unless Estella is nearby in which case he's gonna get an earful)

"Hey, kids, wanna hear about the time I killed a demon??"

Estella from the other room: "MERRY NO"

He's a bad judge of what's too scary for kids

He tells the story of their adventure with no filter at all

Sam tries to teach the kids lessons through the stories and that love conquers all

Pippin adds his own little bits and pieces every time he tells it until his version and the OG are nothing alike

At one point Legolas had wings (when Gandalf asked him to bring down the sun on Caradhras) and Gimli ate rocks

Gimli has actually eaten rocks

It was on a dare and he doesn't want anyone to know

Pippin had no idea; it was just a lucky guess

One time the kids asked Gimli if he actually ate rocks and he's just nervously sweating and wondering how the heck they know that

Pippin is shocked to find out he was actually right about this when he was just talking out his butt

(Legolas has also eaten rocks on a dare but we all knew that already)

The oldest kids get together sometimes—Elanor, Frodo, Boromir, and Faramir—to talk about their parents and try to understand what they went through

Faramir Took talks about how sometimes his father refuses that he get near any sort of fire

He'll be playing in his home by firelight while Pippin watches from the doorway, muttering to himself I'd never, I'd never, so fiercely that little Faramir looks up in innocent surprise and asks what he's talking about

And Pippin has to leave the room before he starts to cry

(Deep down, Pippin is sure Denethor loved his son too)

(And the Palantir haunts him to this day)

Boromir Brandybuck confesses that he's heard his dad cry out in his sleep some nights and he's scared to ask his parents about it

Boromir: "My father is a Knight of Rohan and Master of Buckland, a brave Traveller. He's never afraid." Elanor: "...He might be." Boromir: "No."

Merry's laughing in the face of fear mentality has an unintended effect on Boromir in particular. He wants to be his father; he wants to be fearless; Dad makes it look so easy!

Estella overhears once and has to explain the difference between fear and cowardice

The first time young Faramir goes to Gondor with this family, and poor little Goldi doesn't go, Rosie is struck with the sense of waiting her baby must be feeling

"He's my best friend ma" "I know, love" "It's far"

Rosie thinks, well, at least Goldi knows where he's going and when he's coming home again

When Theodoc's AccidentTM happened—the one that broke his feet and crippled him—the doctors were all telling Merry that Theodoc will live. All the pony did when it fell on him was crush his legs.

But Merry thinks they're lying. No, he is SURE that they are lying, because that's just how Theoden died. Crushed beneath his horse. They were both destined to die this way.

He cursed his son the moment he decided to honor the king who was like a father to him.

There he is, having a panic attack right there while the doctor is in with Theo, like "I killed him, I killed him, I killed my son—"

(And Pippin is the one who comforts him; Pippin, the one who has nightmares sometimes about burning with his Faramir)

The Travellers all talk about Gandalf differently

Sam waxes eloquent about his fireworks

That's all he talks about

Pippin laughingly and affectionately exaggerates how cranky Gandalf always was

"Once I rode on a horse with him" "Ooooooo"

"Didn't he call you a fool of a Took?" "NO that is what he called Merry but he is always caught up in his wizardry that he sometimes forgets that Merry unfortunately isn't a Took"

(Cue the distant, insulted Brandybuck noises)

Merry is the only reliable source of information, but only if you catch him in the right mood; otherwise he'll only mention the smoke rings Gandalf would blow

Merry has a killer Gandalf impression. Chomping on the pipe and everything

Bby Bilbo gets all his Gandalf info from Merry and Sam is Very Offended

(However, Sam owns Bilbo Sr.'s book, so that earns Bilbo Jr.'s trust back)

Frodo has had it up to HERE with fireworks, so he flees with his little brother to listen to Uncle Merry

They ask about Gandalf, and Uncle Merry goes "ah yes, brilliant fellow, a real grump. gorgeous fireworks—" and Frodo about tears his own hair out

(Merry is doing this on purpose. He knows how Sam gets about the darn fireworks.)

Frodo: "We have one last option. We have to go to Uncle Pippin."

Bilbo: "Do you trust everything he says? He once said that Mr. Legolas had wings."

Bilbo: "Mr. Legolas doesn't have wings."

Frodo: "How do you know that?"

Bilbo: "I don't want to talk about it"

(Legolas loves being called Mr. Legolas, but only by little hobbits)

And then there's the one about the lullaby Sam uses for his kids, but I'm saving that for a future fanfic ;-)

CURRENT ROLL CALL

Brandybuck Kids: Theodoc (Theo/Trotter), Periadoc (Perry), Eomer (Merry?), Juniper, Madoc, Boromir (Rory), Eowyn (Wyn)

Took Kids: Faramir (Ferry), Simbelmyne (Minnie), Beregond (Berry), Sable

Bolger Kids: Athelas (Addie), Azalea (Azzie), Heather

General credits to @invisiblewashboard, @writingvalkyrie, @grondds-and-roses, and the illustrious Meg, you absolute madlasses X'-D

#fig tree discord server #primrose gamgee #bilbo gamgee #goldilocks gamgee #frodo gamgee #pippin gamgee #elanor gamgee #samwise gamgee #rosie cotton #athelas bolger (oc) #azalea bolger (oc) #heather bolger (oc) #fatty bolger #aragorn #arwen #faramir took #boromir brandybuck (oc) #theodoc brandybuck (oc) #meriadoc brandybuck #estella bolger #fastred of greenholm #peregrin took #gimli #legolas #my writing #other people’s writing #lord of the rings #lotr #wow look at that absolute wall of tags

[toxicanonymity]

Hey :)

About Lincoln, I listened to the 4 The White stripes songs, and the first thing I wanted to tell you was that the atmosphere suited the Lincoln series perfectly it's insane. I don't know if the music influenced you or if the series came to you and you then created the playlist, but I find it incredible that it fits so well in terms of atmosphere !

About the songs

Screwdriver - Of course got me with the Tommy line. I don't know if he'll be part of the final, hard to say, and would it be for asking his help ? (by Lincoln ? by reader ?)

Forever for her - I wonder if it's his thoughts, hurt by the fact she would left him (kill him ?) Or him wondering how he could stay with her, without being caught up by what he did ? So they would go elsewhere ?

A martyr for my love for you - Is he gonna leave her ? Let her go ? Kill himself to free her ?

You've got her in your pocket - Well this one is the opposite (thanks for the rollercoaster lol) and i'm wondering if he's gonna kill her ? Consider it to keep her for himself ?

Keep wondering how this will end. It took me so much times to see red flags in this series. It's interesting to see how people have different "keys" that creates red flags or not - The green/red flags of other readers you posted were quite telling !

Thank you for the songs and the playlist, i discovered cool ones !

Ask from August 10 - Milla had asked for the next chapter title, which at the time was supposed to be the finale. Instead, I narrowed it down to 4 songs, each of which have some relevance , even if it's a tiny detail or in a dif context than you'd expext. The title songs aren't always good clues but have at least some minor tie-in. (Forever for her was the next chapter)

⚠️ This answer may have references through pt. 7

Left in Lincoln Master List

Consciously, the story came first, then the music hit me after pt. 1 and I started including little details from the songs. I originally named pt. 1 "the Protector" in reference to the end of the chapter:

You thought about Bill and Frank's attempt at "the Talk" – how precious you were and that you could love anyone, but needed to protect yourself. Especially from men. Joel seemed like the protector. Not someone you'd need protection from.

I kept thinking, I could've sworn there was a song, but I couldn't find it. Then, days after posting the the first chapter, the song This Protector randomly got stuck in my head after not hearing it for years. It was never one of my favorites of theirs, but when I listened to the full song, it gave me chills how perfect it was, and not just the title.

You thought you heard a sound, there's no one else around, Looking at the door, it's coming through the floor

I ret-conned the pt. 1 title, changing "the" to "this," and decided to make the rest of the chapters White Stripes songs because they have enough songs with the right atmosphere and creepiness. Even certain motifs like apples, which were already in the story. Even the age gap factor, I mean look at Passive Manipulation, which of course was way too on the nose to use as a title lol:

Take a step back, take a look at one another You need to know the difference between a father and a lover

And In the Cold, Cold Night (sung by Meg)

You make me feel a little older, like a full grown woman might.

Anyway, there's a lot of good stuff. Screwdriver even has a Tommy in it as Milla mentioned.

Before this one, I had never made a story playlist before. I kinda lucked out on this. I overplayed the White Stripes so much in my formative years that I still know all the words to an alarming number of songs two decades later, for some of them.

As for the theories, I wouldn't feel right about killing reader or Joel in this story even though either of those could totally be realistic outcomes in different genres like straight horror or even true crime.

There are also some great songs on the reader-curated Lincoln Joel playlist.

#lincoln!ask #toxic ask #milla frenchy #lincoln!joel #lincoln!analysis #song!ask #toxicanonymity writer's room

[ruinedsam]

Meg possessing Sam was multipurpose in my now dearly beloved AU: it is revenge on Dean but also Meg needs to spend time with her baby brother; demons are allowed to openly be around him, no more hiding that people in Sam’s life are actually demons, so Meg is actually allowed to call him her brother. We see Azazel cared about Meg and Tom, Meg cared for Azazel and was genuinely shocked Tom shot her with what they thought was the Colt, so I want Meg to be really excited about having a new addition to their family, except she’s very much a demon so her way of showing this is deeply twisted and disturbing. Meg wants to hurt Dean and get to know baby bro, what better way to do both of these things than to hijack Sam’s body so Sam has no choice but to spend a week with her and they can get to know each other, but also commit crimes so Dean thinks he’s failed to save his brother. Meg planned to leave before Dean killed his brother, so Dean would realize it was possession and not kill Sam, so she wasn’t actually endangering her brother. Sam snarks that she could’ve gotten him arrested if the cops saw the video and he might end up with the dead hunter’s friends hunting him down; Meg assures him she would kill any hunters or cops that came after them. Sam is not reassured. But every time Meg and Sam meet, she greets him very enthusiastically as “little brother!” Dean glares every time. Meg meets Ruby and proceeds to threaten her; when asked why she has decided to threaten this random demon, Meg says that she’s pretty sure the older sibling is supposed to threaten whoever is dating the younger sibling. Meg and Sam have a very weird dynamic in s4 where Meg is open about wanting Lucifer free, but says she won’t stop Sam from killing Lilith, which Sam assumed was Meg thinking he’d fail but was actually because she knew what the final seal was; you know how Ruby tells Sam that Lucifer will reward Sam for freeing him? Yeah, Meg’s got the same kind of stance regarding Sam and Lucifer, where she thinks Lucifer is actually the best thing for Sam and she’s intensely loyal to Lucifer. This means that Meg thinks nothing of not telling Sam that killing Lilith is the final seal because Lucifer is good for her brother so he needs to be free and Sam will understand later. Also, Sam’s weird relationship with Meg absolutely makes things so much worse between him and the angels, it’s not just sleeping with a demon—which, while filthy and proof he’s an abomination, is why he’s going to break the final seal and start the apocalypse so it’s accomplishing what the angels want anyway—but it’s having one as a sister and he never attacks her despite knowing she’s helping with the plan to free Lucifer so Sam should want her dead but he always sounds more exasperated than anything else when she turns up. This contributes to the Sam-Dean rift, with the voicemail this time saying something about Sam really being Azazel’s son and Dean will hunt him down just like he would any demon because Sam’s as good as a demon here and Dean isn’t even sure he has any human blood in him at all (which is related to Dean saying at least Sam would die human in the detox). It’s never clear if the voicemail was the angels or not, in my head the scene would have Dean reaching Sam’s voicemail when he calls but cuts out before Dean starts speaking and then we go to Sam and hear the voicemail.

Meg wants to hurt Dean and get to know baby bro, what better way to do both of these things than to hijack Sam’s body so Sam has no choice but to spend a week with her and they can get to know each other, but also commit crimes so Dean thinks he’s failed to save his brother

I ADORE your Meg 🥰 Honestly so true of her...

Now what I really want to know about is Meg and Ruby's relationship. Does Meg know Ruby is undercover or does she assume she's truly working against hell, like Alistair did? How do they see each other? What is their dynamic like?

Also what would Sam's relationship with Meg look like in S5? I can't imagine him having any sort of non-adversarial relationship with a demon during that time...

It’s never clear if the voicemail was the angels or not, in my head the scene would have Dean reaching Sam’s voicemail when he calls but cuts out before Dean starts speaking and then we go to Sam and hear the voicemail.

Yesss you got the right idea, let's say goodbye to voicemail fix-its and instead make it worse <3

#meg calls sam brother au #ask

[fandom-go-round]

Could I request some nsfw DBD scenarios for Feng, Meg, Mikaela and Nea? Where they have a crush on a shy female reader, and they decide to just go for it and seduce the reader. Maybe with some grinding and strap on sex.

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Sex Toys (Strap-Ons), Oral Sex, Implied Canon Typical Violence

Feng Min:

Your relationship with Feng is rocky at first. She’s so serious with a hidden jokester streak; it makes her a bit intimidating to talk to. You end up bonding because you’re good with your hands and she appreciates someone doing gens with her. She has no fear when going up against killers and you really admire it. And think that she’s cute. And think that she’s a total badass and out of your league.

Feng approaches you like she does trails; fearless and full of confidence. You fumble when she starts hitting on you but you don’t push her away by any means. It takes you a while to get the nerve to kiss her but once you do the floodgates open. She takes no prisoners and you’re happily along for the ride.

You don’t know where she got the double-sided dildo but don’t ask, letting her take the lead and set the pace. Feng never forces you to do anything you don’t want to and it’s nice to have someone to listen to. She loves to grind against you before fucking you, making you whimper and arch towards her. Seeing you desperate gets her off and if you’re a good girl then she’ll do the same for you.

Meg Thomas:

Meg is one of the people who’s been here the longest and for a long time you think that means she’s untouchable. She’s one of the fastest survivors out there and you admire how much she keeps it together. As you get to know her, it becomes more obvious that she’s as nervous as everyone else, she just hides it better. You’re fond of her and she’s fond of you, the two of you becoming thick as thieves. It morphs into something more than that after Meg kisses you.

You’re slow to warm into something more physical and Meg respects that. She never pushes you farther than you want but she’s always eager to explore new things. Making out is very common and even touching under clothing. When she brings out the strap, however, that’s something very new.

Meg didn’t know that she would enjoy fucking you this way as much as she does. It feels good between your legs and she likes being able to see your face. You’re so warm and you sound so good, Meg can’t get enough. She wants you to cum over and over and you’re not going to stop her. Just remember to return the favor after and she’ll happily fuck you again.

Mikaela Reid:

Mikaela has a habit of drawing you in. Every time you think she’ll pass you up she’s there, talking to your or asking questions. She’s easy to talk to and it seems like she really listens. It’s not hard to see how the two of you become fast friends and maybe even more than that. You’re too shy to say anything but Mikaela can read you, teasing you a bit and making you more flustered. She’s the one that kisses you one night after a trail, both of you far away from the others. It’s easy to fall into her arms after that.

Neither of you have much experience and that helps. You’re able to explore each other and take your time. Mikaela gets embarrassed when you do things that make her moan and it makes you giggle. She rewards your teasing with your own medicine and things quickly escalate. You want to ask where the strap on comes from but are too shocked.

Mikaela really wants you to ride her and you do your best. It’s a little hard to coordinate but you make it work. It feels good and you don’t have any issue keeping pace but it makes you shy to be so face to face. She makes you focus on her, rubbing your clit and kissing you hard. She thinks you’re the most gorgeous thing in the world and would keep you on top of her forever if she could.

Nea Karlsson:

It’s hard to tell sometimes if Nea really likes you. She can be harsh and while you don’t hold it against her, it does make it hard to read her. She spends more time with you and is generally kinder to you but that doesn’t mean that she likes you. At least you don’t think so, not until she kisses you after a trail. You can’t help but feel embarrassed, especially when she smiles at you and drags you deeper into the woods.

You’re hesitant to touch her too much but Nea has no issue pulling you close. She doesn’t force you into anything but you clearly want her to take the lead and she can do that. She nips down your neck and you moan, leaning into her. You feel so hot you could burst and quickly agree when she asks if you want to go further. You have to wonder where she got the strap on but you’re not complaining, not by a long shot.

Nea loves it when you suck her off before she fucks you, leaning against a tree and you on your knees. It gives her a power rush and you just look so cute, looking up at her from under your eye lashes. She leans down to play with your nipples and you moan, eyes closing in pleasure. After a moment she pulls you up and kisses you; she wants you to cum so hard you see stars.

#dead by daylight imagines #dbd imagines #feng min x reader #meg thomas x reader #mikaela reid x reader #nea karlsson x reader #feng min #dbd feng min #feng min imagine #meg thomas #dbd meg thomas #meg thomas imagine #mikaela reid #dbd mikaela #mikaela reid imagine #nea karlsson #dbd nea #nea karlsson imagine #dead by daylight #dbd

[codename-mom]

Good news

Summary: Kate has learnt that she is pregnant with Chris' child and she now has to tell her superior. But she has no idea how he would react to the news.

Characters: Kate Callahan, Aaron Hotchner, JJ and Derek Morgan

Contents: TW well, pregnancy and that's all, I guess

This is a text written for the KidFic CM challenge organized by @imagining-in-the-margins.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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Kate had learned the day before that she was pregnant with Chris' child. After years of fruitless efforts, their unions were finally successful. It didn't necessarily come at the best of times, since she'd just joined the BAU, but she couldn't help rejoicing at the news. Except that this was accompanied by an obligatory step that she was somewhat dreading: she had to tell her superior. And if there was one thing she was unable to determine at this hour, it was how he would react to her statement. She would have liked to ask JJ, but that would have tipped her off and she preferred to do things in order: first her boss, then the rest of the team.

She stood in front of his office door – still open – and knocked timidly, sticking her head through the crack. As usual, the giant was immersed in reading a file as if he'd been there for hours – which was probably the case.

“Hello, Hotch.”

“Hello, Kate,” he answered, rising his head.

“May I bother you for a moment?”

“Of course,” he said, shuting the pouch and inviting her to come closer.

She took a deep breath and entered the room before moving towards the desk under the inquisitive eye of the tenant. She did her best to hide her concern, but it was hard to escape the sharp gaze of an experienced profiler.

“I don't like that expression, he said, frowning. What’s going on?”

She took advantage of the time she spent sitting in the chair to breathe deeply and calm her panicked heartbeat. She kept telling herself that he wasn't going to eat her alive.

“I… I've got something to tell you,” she stammered, still in awe of the titan in the suit.

“Good news, I hope?”

“Well, it depends on your reaction.”

He took in the reflection with an even more perplexed air.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m pregnant.”

She had decided to get straight to the point so as not to get lost in a long, pointless speech and prolong this stressful moment. The bomb had now been dropped, and Hotch's attitude reassured her on the spot. His scowl immediately gave way to a discreet but sincere smile.

“Is it true?” he asked, his face completely relaxed.

“Yes,” she confirmed, feeling all her muscular tension disappear.

She was relieved to see him take it so well. 

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” she said, her cheeks reddening.

But his eyebrows furrowed again:

“Why should I have taken it the wrong way?”

“Because at some point I'm going to have to leave. Even momentarily, she argued, aware that her remark might have been hurtful. And that means you'll have to find a replacement for me, which means more work for you.”

“If that's all, I'm used to it, he retorted in a harmless tone. No, really, congratulations again to you and Chris.”

“I have to admit that it's come at us out of the blue, but it's great news.”

They had more or less made up their minds about the possibility of one day becoming parents, and now the miracle had happened. Discreetly, without making a fuss, the planets had aligned, and the process was now underway. She now prayed that no incident would tarnish their happiness.

“Does Meg know?” continued Hotch, apparently curious.

Kate's smile suddenly tightened.

“Uh… yes.”

“I have a feeling she didn't appreciate it.”

She sighed, unmasked. She hadn't set out to discuss the only shadow in the picture, but figured this was ultimately the perfect opportunity to open on the subject. As her opposite is a family man himself, he might be able to advise her on the right course of action.

“Not really, no. She knows she's not our biological child; we've never hidden that from her. She is “only” my niece. The arrival of this baby is…”

“She fears being replaced.”

It wasn't even a question, as the answer was so obvious.

“Yes, she asserted all the same. But this is absurd! I've always looked after her as if she were my own daughter. Yes, I didn't carry her in my belly or give birth to her, but I'd take a bullet for her without the slightest hesitation.”

She meant it. Ever since she'd adopted her, Meg had been everything to her. She loved her deeply and would show her fangs as soon as someone dared to hurt her, as if she were completely of her blood. But the teenager didn't see it that way, and Kate was worried about this epidermal rejection. 

“It's true that we'll probably spend more time with the baby, but not because we'll love her any less.  It's just that they won't be self-sufficient while she's thirteen, she said, unraveling her thoughts aloud. That doesn't mean we're going to kick her out.”

“Did you tell her all this?”

“She didn't give me the opportunity to do so. She braced herself right away and refuses to listen to me.”

She had just had time to make the announcement before the girl had leapt from her chair and gone to lock herself in her bedroom. She had then rebuffed all her attempts to approach her until she no longer responded at all to her calls through the door. This morning, she'd burst into the kitchen with her face closed and dodged their embrace to prepare breakfast in her own corner. She had glared at them when they tried to resume the dialogue, stopping them dead in their tracks. It was Chris who had taken charge of driving her to school, and he'd been no luckier on the journey. Contact had obviously broken down between them. 

“How long has she known?”

“Since yesterday.”

“Give her time to digest, Hotch calmly recommended. Even so, she's just learned that she's going to have to share all the attention she's received so far from you two, with a miniature human being.”

Kate completely knew why her niece reacted the way she did, but she found it hard to accept. Without knowing why, she had imagined that she would join them in rejoicing at this expansion of the family. Instead, she clammed up in silence, rejecting all their proposals for concerted action. A behavior that both saddened and hurt her. Meg was as important to her as her unborn child and losing her was inconceivable.

“Perhaps you could advise me on what I could do or say to her?”

“Oh, I'm afraid I'm in no position for that exercise,” objected the director immediately.

“Why?”

She knew he wasn't an only child and had hoped that his experience as the eldest sibling could guide her in finding the right words. It was intriguing that he should certify that he couldn't support her.

“Due to a chaotic family context, I took the arrival of my little brother very badly, he began justifying himself; and it's extremely unlikely that Jack will ever have a little brother or sister.”

“Oh. Yes, indeed, she understood better. We'll have to think about it some more then.”

“Sorry,” he apologized frankly.

Kate swayed her head to let him know it didn't matter. At least, she tried.

“Uh… can I ask you a favor?” she continued, a little hesitantly.

“Go on.”

“Would you mind not telling the others for the time being? I would like to tell them myself.”

It was news so dear to her heart that she wanted to share it with her colleagues as soon as possible, without any intermediaries. After her protégée's negative reaction, she needed positive feedback from other people who mattered to her to counterbalance it.

“No problem, agreed Hotch without struggling. A word of advice: tell Garcia last, or she'll tell the whole floor for you.”

“Noted,” she said with a smile.

And, as expected, she had alerted the rest of the team shortly afterwards as they crowded into the meeting room to discuss a new case. The agents congratulated her warmly and hugged her, joy lighting up their faces. She had felt a surge of energy rise within her, galvanized by these embraces and comforting words. So, she looked radiant as she sat in the back of the SUV on its way to the airport. Morgan took the wheel and JJ sat next to him.

“By the way, how come Hotch let me go with you?” she suddenly realized.

“What did you expect? Being tied to a chair?” joked Derek, looking at her through the center mirror.

“No, but he could prohibit me from going out into the field and confine me to administrative tasks.”

It was what she'd expected from him, anyway.

“He's already tried it and I think he's caught that you can't fight a pregnant woman. Especially when armed,” added the ex-policeman, hilariously.

“He tried with who?”

“Me, JJ logically denounced herself. I was on the team when I got pregnant with Henry and, as you said, initially he wanted me to stay at Quantico. But I managed to make him understand that I wasn't disabled, but pregnant, and that I'd be able to judge for myself what limits I shouldn't cross.”

The wiry blonde had quite a temper, so she immediately imagined the tug-of-war that must have taken place between the two that day.

“And he agreed?”

“He was a little grumpy for a few hours…”

“A few days,” corrected the driver.

“… but he agreed.”

That was nice to hear. She herself had no desire to sit behind a desk while her counterparts went out into the field.

“Well, I also think I was helped by the fact that I was a liaison officer at the time, so not necessarily on the front line. But he has been relatively cool.”

“By Hotchian standards,” said Morgan, mockingly.

Which wasn't automatically good news. The agency head may have been very forthcoming about some things, but he was uncompromising about others, and negotiation was impossible. He stuck to his guns and turned a deaf ear to everything he was told, no matter how strong the arguments.  

“That's reassuring,” she commented, disconcerted.

“But be careful, JJ challenged her, because in terms of protective instinct, he's going to the next level with you.”

Kate widened her eyelids in surprise.

“Because there is a next level?”

“Oh, yes!” trumpeted the pair, in chorus.

She soon realized that, behind his cantankerous exterior, Hotch hid a man who was particularly attentive to the well-being of his troops. He watched over them like a lioness protects her cubs, regularly checking on their health and spirits. She'd been very unsettled at first, but then, when she saw that her peers weren't paying any more attention than that, she realized that he was used to it. And even though he and Derek often went to each other’s throat, in truth he made no distinction of age or gender. All profilers were within his reach and deserved the same attention. She had, however, noticed a slight bias towards Spencer and Penelope, whom he brooded over even more than the others.

“How does it work?" she wanted to know, intrigued.

“If you don't want paramedic to arrive, avoid sneezing when he's around.”

Kate opened her mouth to retort to JJ's statement, unable to decide whether she was exaggerating or not, but found nothing to object to and burst out laughing in unison with her teammates.

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And this is my last entry for the KidFic CM challenge. /o/

Actually, I have written another text, a pretty long one, but I'm not fond of the result and don't have time for translation right now. So, it's all set.

I don't write much thing about Kate era to be honest, so I hope I had the character well.

Enjoy!

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #agent hotchner #criminal minds fanfic #code name mom #derek morgan #morgan #agent morgan #jj #jennifer jareau #agent jareau #kate callahan

[reasoningdaily]

Another male rapper has pathetically decided to come for Megan Thee Stallion on wax—only this time it’s her ex, Pardi Fontaine. Not only is Fontaine throwing a temper tantrum on the track, “Thee Person,” he also is reminding the public of the simple fact that he can’t rap worth a damn.

Earlier this month, Meg released her most vulnerable track to date with “Cobra.” On the song, she addresses being depressed, having suicidal ideation and drinking to numb her pain. In addition, she stated that she was cheated on by one of her romantic partners. Though Megan never mentioned the person’s name, many assumed that she was referring to Pardi.

Instead of going to his diary, a friend, or even a therapist, Fontaine went straight to the studio in a sad attempt to humiliate his ex. “Thee Person” starts with him saying: “I’d like to apologize for no longer keeping up with your lies or supporting your habits to tell half-truths/I hope this message reaches you well/Hope you get the help you need.”

Ain’t that the pot calling the kettle black?

On the song, which is almost five minutes long, he trashes Meg after sharing that he planned on proposing to her:

“This the girl that I’m trying to propose to/Ask Greg Una I picked out a ring then you lied to my face/Went on TV and then lied to Gayle King/You know the devil was a serpent/For some streams and views girl I hope it was worth it/This ain’t for Megan Thee Stallion, this for Megan Thee Person.”

Fontaine also claims that the only reason he cheated on Meg is because she did it first. “How many times did I catch you texting them niggas?/You did you first I just did me bigger/You flew out the country ain’t called for days in my mind we had parted ways.”

Pardi may have tried to embarrass Meg, but the only person he truly embarrassed is himself. Considering how bad the song is overall, it’s no wonder his career is a flop.

#Pardison Fontaine Should Be Embarrassed AF for Making a Megan Thee Stallion Diss Track #pardison fontaine #Megan Thee Stallion #dis tracks

[joandfriedrich]

do you think amy would convert to catholicism in a modern universe

I am not sure if you meant to say Hinduism, because in my modern au, Amy is raised Christian while Teddy (Tejas) is Hindu. But let's tackle both.

I don't know if Amy has any real strong sense of religion, not the same way Beth or even Meg might be, but that doesn't mean she is an atheist. So, I don't see her feeling the need to be devout in any particular religion. I don't see Marmee or Baba being wholly devout, though they do have their own faith, and never pressure any of the girls to go to church or follow any religion holiday. They do answer any questions or guide them through the different religions and let them decide.

Amy might consider converting to Hinduism if it meant that she could marry Teddy, especially since she knows how important his faith is to him, as it is a part of his identity. She doesn't see it as a sacrifice, as some people have said to her, she isn't particularly religious enough to care if she wasn't technically Christian anymore. Teddy never would ask her to do that, but when she does ask, he tells her that it doesn't matter what religion she practices, she wants only her.

So, no, I don't imagine she would convert, but she and Teddy are very open to teaching both religions to Bess and letting her decide when the time comes which faith she wants to follow, if any.

#answered asks #little women #modern au #amy march #theodore laurence #amy x laurie #amy and laurie

[chocolate-teapots]

The Wingwoman: Kim Taehyung

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       You have a natural talent at playing cupid except when it comes to yourself. What happens when your next arrow is pointed at someone who used to be yours? Afterall, how much grinning and bearing can one                                                 do on a double date?

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Warnings: sexual tensionnnn af, swearing through this frustrating mess, mentions of smut, flirty insatiable Taehyung, aims to schedule dick appointments, garlic condoms, second lead Jimin, this fucking pic, lots of eye-fucking, mentions of drugs, casual alcohol consumption, under table touches. 

Meg carefully sculpted her lips with a bright glossy red, so close to the mirror I thought she'd go through it. Her nose made a funny little fog mark on it.

"Thank you so much for coming with me tonight, I just know I'd be much more at ease if you were there too," she spoke through the silly faces she pulled in her makeup application.

I watched her from the far corner, leaning against her wardrobe with my arms crossed in a casual way. This was just another night for me but this wasn't just another night for Meg.

"So, don't leave me in the dark anymore tell me about him," I asked curiously as she cleaned up some of the eyeliner she dotted on her nose due to her shaking hand. "Who's this mystery man that's got you away from binging Derry Girls this weekend?"

"Well," Meg began enthusiastically putting her lip gloss in her bag, that crush of hers vibrated through her body like a shiver as she began to describe him "he's an art major, so handsome it hurts, loves animals, apparently he has a really big-"

I decided to strike this conversation just to distract her from the rash that was starting to take over the majority of her exposed body. I knew about the guy she was meeting tonight, I had to otherwise all wingwoman moves would be generalised and pointless. I hadn't seen him though but he sounds great.

Meg looked really good tonight and I didn't want to ruin her confidence by having her swell into some kind of raspberry marshmallow. She looked really loved up, transported back to our days in high school where she'd giggle shyly over boys and I'd walk up to them with ease and collect them for her like click and collect shopping.

I was sort of a professional wingwoman around college minus the formality and money. Since I was a kid I found it really easy to talk to people and understand their behaviour and I really loved the social aspect of it and meeting new people constantly.

Always the bridesmaid and never the bride.

There was only one time I had ever come close to blushing like Meg was right now and that was at a volunteering camp my art program did last summer. I'd like to tell you that I never thought about him but in reality, I don't think there was a day I hadn't thought about him and what we had at least once.

Maybe it was the thrill of hooking up with a stranger, the ticking clock of a summer that had to end or maybe it did start with the letter 'l' and end with 'e'.

He too was so handsome it hurt. We ended up hooking up once or twice or a hundred or so times and it was so good it hurt. Being with him was so fun it hurt, laughing so hard it hurt and leaving him- well that just hurt.

"-friends are pretty fun, he throws a lot of parties, he volunteers and he's amazing. I can't wait for you to meet him."

That flush had now dulled down to a subtle flattering pink that brought out her lipstick as she smiled.

"Plus," she grabs her bag "I heard his friend is a real cutie too so maybe we'll both get a nice dick appointment."

I chuckle at her subtle choice of words.

"Sure Meg, let's go sweetie."

With another one of her shivers, she pulls me out of her room and into the car waiting for us outside to take us to the bar they were waiting at. The plan was to have a few drinks at the bar first, per my suggestion, just so everyone could lighten up a bit then maybe if we felt like it we could go to the fancy sushi place next door that had booths and really nice lighting.

"He's only human Meg, right now he's just as nervous as you wondering if he'll fuck up or not. It's what makes us charming so relax," her knee stops bouncing at my smooth words but her hands still folded in the lap of her short dress but at least they weren't shaking anymore.

After pushing through the several couples conveniently blocking the view of the trendy purple lit bar, Meg's nerves finally begin to vanish almost as if she left them behind in the car after our little pep talk.

I did well.

I really liked this bar, usually recommending it to people if they asked me about dating advice or even if they wanted to be themselves for a while after a long dry week. I was a little nervous, a completely unknown face waiting for me to seduce him by the bar while another one would rely on me to make her the seductive one but the familiarity of the songs and campy glasses brought me back to my own reality.

"Wait! Meg you never told me his name-"

"There he is!" she squealed over the beat, running in her taller-than-usual heels right over to the bar where a tall dark man waited in the dimmest of lights.

Before I could catch her she was already there and by the time I had actually managed to walk over in my wide trousers, they were already chatting as if they didn't need me at all.

Meg walks back over to me ready to make introductions and I finally lift my head to study both of the men that would define the rest of the night.

And when I said define I meant ruin.

My eyes start at the polished dress shoes and trailed up to the long-legged black pants hiding built legs and a familiar waist, his almost sheer black patterned shirt was tucked precisely into it and unbuttoned slightly to showcase a beautiful golden neck and attached to it an equally beautiful face.

That face.

"Y/N this is-"

Kim Taehyung.

"Taehyung."

It was him.

Out of all the people, out of all the nights he could've chosen to show up again in my life why did he have to choose one that would really hurt my best friend in the process? He was more handsome than the picture my mind put together over the past year of remembering him and Meg was right; he was so incredible it hurt.

I thought he moved back to Paris.

"Nice to meet you Y/N," he almost laughed through his smirk, bowing his head towards me knowing that this was killing me inside. His voice.

"Likewise," I breathed through a I-can't-believe-this smirk and an I'm-getting-tf-out frown.

I remembered how in camp every time I saw him I just wanted to kiss him and jump all over him and this was no exception. I clear my throat at the memory, turning back to my friend who was counting on me to set up her with someone I fucked last year.

It was no big deal right?

"So, where's your friend?" I asked Taehyung, noticing how he was alone at the bar rather than with a friend who had to be better than him please for God's sake, please be better than him.

His eyes glisten beneath his honey-coloured hair at my question, lighter they were before, not turning once towards Meg the entire time that he knew that it was, in fact, me that was joining them tonight.

"Ah, he's running a little late, as usual, should be here any second. He's probably still doing his hair."

Meg giggles at his joke. It burned.

"Well, why don't you text him tell him not to bother? I'm sure you two would have a way better time-"

"No," Taehyung's deep voice cuts me off, he slithers his sleek arm around Meg's slender waist most likely relishing in my glare at the obnoxiously cute height difference and how his arm could wrap around her twice if he wanted to and the thought of her red lipstick smudged over his lips by the end of the night.

"Shall we?"

But I didn't.

I wasn't prepared to string my friend along like that and also ruin a potential boyfriend opportunity for her. I wanted to go. I wanted to transfer lives, run away, punch something.

The only man I'd ever come close to loving and he was unavailable.

But something told me that the way he smirked devilishly at me just like he did last year, his tongue lazily licking his lips, was not as friendly to me as I'd like to think.

It told me, he didn't mind.

By the time we had ordered our drink, a young man sauntered over to the bar greeting me warmly with a hella nice face and an even nicer figure.

"Jimin," I smiled, standing to kiss the fluffy-haired man's cheek. "You're my date?"

"Y/N," he beamed angelically, arm wrapping around my waist fondly. "When Taehyung said it was you I just had to tag along. It'll be fun!"

"As always."

And, Taehyung didn't realise then it was me? Of course not. He probably didn't even remember me before that point. I was the only psycho thinking about the pretty beauty spot on his lip when I was pouring my coffee in the mornings.

"Don't tell me Mina dumped you already?" I smirk teasingly, watching the pretty boy squirm at even the mention of her name. "Wasn't it just last month you were telling me how desperately in love with her you were?"

"Don't," Jimin whines pushing my shoulder "A lot can happen in a week."

Park Jimin was a good friend of mine. We were both in the department of arts but he was a dancer, a phenomenal one at that. A few weeks back I helped him land one of the new trainee dancers, Mina but obviously, it didn't work out so well.

It wasn't a surprise it didn't work out. Jimin was way too good for her.

In fact, I'd take to the court that Jimin was too good for anyone.

He leaned in, looking around the room for witnesses and releasing against my ear:

"She brought Garlic flavoured condoms."

I burst out laughing with him, heads flinging back and completely forgetting about the ghosts of Christmas past and present watching us in confusion.

"You two know each other?" Taehyung lifted his brow in confusion, eyes lingering on the limp arms Jimin and I had fondly wrapped around each other.

"Yeah, she's the best wing woman and friend on campus," I blush modestly at his enthusiasm, his hand resting warmly on my shoulder.

"Aish, get the drinks in before I accidentally fall in love with you Park Jimin."

Taehyung frowned and I, unfortunately, didn't miss it.  

By drink two, we were swinging slightly flushed on barstools having one collective conversation about classes and school and friends and stuff though I did my best not to talk to Taehyung. I kept my focus on the smiling blonde and the dangerous gap in Meg's dress that she begged me to watch tonight.

Drink three had both of us couples into separate conversations and I desperately wanted to cross the barrier just to even know what Taehyung was thinking right now. I tried to distract myself for Meg and have a good night with the charismatic blonde next to me but I couldn't help but notice him drift away every time Meg's laugh would chime.

Was he jealous?

By drink four we had lept off of the bar stools and away from our separate conversations to unite at a dark booth in the intimate corner of the bar, where I once distracted myself from the thought of Taehyung by actually giving some guy an amazing-

"So Y/N, how did you and Meg meet?"

It was some of my best work. 

Jimin and Taehyung wait for my answer and by the way he sipped his drink, it seemed that Taehyung knew exactly what I was thinking about at that very moment as the tiny grin steamed his cocktail glass.

If only he knew.

I stumbled back into the conversation but recovered with another sip of my own glass.

Trust Taehyung to drink cocktails too.

"Go on Meg, you say it better than I do," I said to the brunette who was visibly bouncing to talk more to Taehyung despite the fact her eyes were over this direction mostly.

Jimin made me very comfortable in the booth, giving me enough space between us so I wasn't forced into the wood beside me even though I chose to be. He really was a great guy and I felt almost guilty for not having someone here ready for him to whisk away into the moonlight.

Taehyung, however, made it pretty clear in Meg's little story that the thing he wanted more than anything was to get in my pants or at least my head again tonight by eye-fucking me into oblivion every time my name tumbled out of her immaculately painted lips.

"-and then I apologised for climbing into the wrong window in my underwear, stayed on her couch that night and we've been friends ever since."

She really was trying, even going as far as to shove the image of her in her underwear into his pretty brain but he wasn't having any of it. As she sips her drinks and talks more about the anecdote with my enthusiastic date, I glare at Taehyung motioning to Meg with my head over the rim of my glass.

Please just look at her.

He sighs subtly, dropping his game to start another charming conversation involving her.

Our first encounter.

It was cute to watch them talk but I knew it would never work even if I wasn't involved because she's not his type and really he isn't hers she just didn't know it yet. The thought of them maybe getting in a car together later...

We all decide to drop the restaurant as I predicted, having a couple of bar snacks scattered across the sticky table from where Jimin clumsily spilt his Vodka in a fit of laughter. Taehyung and I both took the lead by ordering for the table along with our 6th round of drinks and still the fact I was sitting across from an ex-fling on a double date was foggier to me than the alcohol was.

His legs were so long and spread out under the table, our knees collided awkwardly too many times to count under the influence of alcohol and that feeling alone felt better than whatever happened on this table with that guy that one time.

I couldn't even remember this name now.

My knees had to eventually rest between his delicious thighs and my head was very jealous.

"-and Professor Moon had no idea it was because we had the munchies."

Meg laughs and it wasn't just a giggle either, she really was interested in the story.

I grin at my friend, seeing a glimmer in her eyes that made all the times she came home crying because of a guy all better. Taehyung is really good for her and I can't ruin it.

But it didn't really seem as if I was the one trying to ruin things at all.

You see, above the table, things were all fun and light but underneath a smooth hand from the other side began to tickle my knee and the inside of my thigh.

"Ugh, speaking of munchies these fries are amazing," Meg implodes at the seasoned fries which were actually pretty good.

His hand tickles higher, massaging my skin so thoroughly I had to fight the eye roll. I glare at him through my fluster, my eyes saying one thing but my erratic pulse another.

"Try some Y/N you've barely touched them."

Jimin pushes the fries slightly my way but I was too flustered to do, say or eat anything. I was quite literally eating my thoughts.

"Yes Y/N," my name slipped from his lips like honey "You've been really quiet."

The feeling of his fingertips reaching for my soaked underwear and succeeding made me leap to my feet in a panic, knees and hips hitting every corner painfully.

"Okay! I'm going to the bathroom and I just stood abruptly cause I felt like telling everyone that..." I began to feel stupider and stupider the more I talked, "okay?"

Everyone turns to me with concern, even Taehyung as he wondered what he did so wrong on the enemy line. I do the walk of shame to the bathroom knowing that other people in the bar were probably looking at me too, scratching the back of my neck and every other bit of exposed skin that could be scratched to distract me from the flush.

I had never been so embarrassed or embarrassed at all in a place like this. He was getting into my head just like he wanted.

"Fuck."

I heaved in front of the wooden mirror, the dim lighting of the bathroom hiding the majority of my fluster except for the crazed look in my eyes. I could see his smirk and his fake laughter with Meg. At least I was finally alone to let it all out before I'd return normally to the table and blame it on the vodka or something.

How long did this have to last? Did I break a mirror or accidentally murder someone or something? I mean what have I done to deserve this?

But, I was here for Meg. That couldn't change.

With newfound determination, I was ready to face the table again.

Then he walks into the empty bathroom, locking the main door behind him as if I'd be relieved to see him.

And I was sorry to say, I was.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snapped at him in the mirror, resting against the sink and turning to face him with crossed arms.

I wish I hadn't.

His eyes are still warm even under no light, the sheerness of his shirt making me want to remember every little detail of our days and nights together. Like I'd ever forgotten. The alcohol made his cheeks redden into a perfect flush and there was an extra shimmer in his eyes.

What was he doing to me?

"I think it's pretty clear," Taehyung places either hand on the counter by my hips, leaning so close that I could trace very detail in the chain of his earring and even feel the tickles of his glossy fringe against my forehead. "Don't you?"

My harsh gaze doesn't weaken.

"You're meant to be on a date with my friend," I tell him off which he loved, frustration taking over me to the point where I actually sound like a girl for once- a girl with feelings at least. "Not seducing me!"

"Why? Is it working?" he cheekily catches his lip between his teeth while he plays with my fingers, the cool metal of his rings somehow soothing my burning skin.

When did my hands get there?

The laughing, the drinking, the two dates at the same time. It was all too much!

"Kind of- I mean wait no!"

I drop his hand trying to back away as much as I could, despite the fact his hips were kinda trapping me against the counter. Was there really no angry women outside dying for a piss right now?

Taehyung finally gets serious, giving me some space.

"Look, your friend is cute and all but I never thought I'd see you again Y/N and you've been driving me insane for a year and now you're here well- I want to do it all over again," he admits breathlessly and exhausted, filling the room with the silence that is meant to be kissed through.

"For a year I haven't been able to do anything, not even brush my teeth or drink my coffee without thinking about you and what we have."

How could I possibly know he wasn't lying to me? What if I was just another lay? I mean, did I really know him?

"So, what do I say? Oh sorry Meg, your date is bailing because we hooked up before and now he wants to do summer camp the remix with me? Is that okay with you? Enjoy your soufflé!" I mocked, making him laugh not only at me but at the situation.

I ended up joining him until he forced me to stop by tangling our hands together again. His hands were always so pretty and I'd stare at them on the dock outside our cabin in Naples. I felt as if I was overlooking the water with him again and drowning in it at the same time.

"I'm saying I'm sure she'd understand."

I knew he was right, it was the right thing to do for me but if she didn't that's years of friendship wasted for some guy. What if Taehyung and I never worked out? It would all be for nothing.

"Ugh," I groan throwing my head back in frustration "She's really into you man."

"Sometimes, you have to put yourself first," he takes a hand and runs it through a stand of my hair, making me melt against the spot at his boldness. His deep whispers hum inside of me.

Was he always this charming?

"When have you ever done that? Huh?"

"Let's just see how this night goes okay? I'll probably never see you again. Be nice to her, please? For me?" I beg through an awkward smile to try and hide my desperation.

Taehyung must've thought it was kinda cute or something as he sighs in defeat, his shining plump lips kissing my nose through an amused chuckle as his hands hold me in place though I wasn't planning on running.

"Tonight."

We went back to the table together in silence, ready to face the suspicious looks from both of our dates as to why we'd come out of the bathroom together and why I had looked like I just got caught watching porn by my teacher.

Taehyung walked slightly ahead of me, stopping dead in his tracks once our table came into view and his shoulders dropped in... relief? In concern, I walk to his level with a furrowed brow and audibly gasp with my hand attaching to his shoulder automatically.

Making both of us feel luckier than ever was the sight of my date and my friend ferociously making out the dark booth and the music and the lighting failed to conceal every part of it.

Taehyung and I turned to look at each other before letting out a laugh so genuine it hurt. I held my snickers in his shoulder, naturally touching his chest as he hugged my waist with the same deep chuckles. We decided in each other's embrace, feeling just as good as it did before, to leave them be and face the music tomorrow not wasting any more time thinking of reasons why we shouldn't when obviously the world thought we should.

"Let's get out of here," Taehyung whispered, leading us both away from the funny scene with even funnier things in mind.

And that night was so good that it didn't hurt anymore since I wouldn't have to leave him again.

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