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How the cookie crumbles

⇢ Pairing: Ghostface | Jed Olsen/Meg Thomas

⇢ Length: Oneshot

⇢ Synopsis: Meg didn't start liking cookies until she started dating Jed. The notion persists to her time in the Fog.

⇢ A/N: Based off of slash's delicious JedMeg comic! I actually didn't plan to post this at first (don't consider it one of my best works), but there are more people sucked into the JedMeg niche hyperfixation than I expected- so, have at it lol

⇢ Background info: Jed Olsen and Meg Thomas were quite the adorable couple, what started as a convenient alibi (on Jed's side) turned into a genuine care for her and the coldblooded killer found himself smitten. However, Jed went missing one day, intentionally vanishing to allow himself to shed his civilian disguise and terrorize new victims. Meg though, remains worried about her missing boyfriend, constantly searching for new clues and terrified of what may have happened to him. Shortly thereafter, the two of them are dragged into the Fog by the Entity, Ghostface hiding his true identity, as Meg remains none the wiser.

Meg straightened her legs out in front of her, tilting her toes upward to stretch the aching muscles after a well done jog. She tilted sideways, free falling for a fraction of a second before she plopped against Jed’s side, wriggling to comfortably rest her head on his shoulder. She finally settled with a satisfied exhale, delightfully boneless against the photographer next to her as her gaze drifted upwards. The sky was washed in a flurry of colors, blooming pinks and vibrant reds, oranges swaddling the yellow sun as it began to peak over the rustling branches above.

The redhead shifted her gaze upwards, resting it on Jed’s face as he focused intently on the camera held between his hands; a frown tugging his mouth downwards, a crease in his brows as he considered the gallery of photos with intent focus, a glint in his eyes and his chest puffing out when he’d come across one he was particularly proud of. A bright, pastel pink box nestled against his leg on the bench on his opposing side, the scent of warm and freshly baked cookies tickling at her nose.

No matter how Meg would force a light hearted grimace at the sight of it, each time without fail, complaining about the calories she just burned off- it’d be smugly resting in his lap when she’d jog up to their meeting bench, the brunette flashing her a prideful smirk as she’d roll her eyes.

(And well, they were freshly baked, and he’d gone through such trouble, it’d be a waste not to after they were already here-)

She blinked, feeling her lips stretched into a grin, closing her eyes to nuzzle her nose into Jed’s jacket. It’d be comical to imagine how past her would have reacted, a nimble, red-headed runner with her hair tied in a high ponytail grimacing at the current sight.

Her? Going for a nerd of all people? Jed surely wasn’t the most physically active of men and his slouched posture made Meg wince at the phantom ache.

She’d been stubborn back then. Had found solace in running until she could barely gather enough air in her chest, until all she could hear and feel was her blood pounding in her head, where her problems couldn't snag their claws in or drill incessantly into the back of her head. She’d assumed only a fellow athlete could understand her in that aspect, could grasp her hand and walk hand in hand on the ground crumbling under her feet when Meg wanted to dart away.

Yeah, she’d learned fairly quick jocks weren’t the best guys to go for. The last one had been an upperclassman with an ego large enough to fill the entire football field, and that relationship had ended promptly when Meg had slammed her knee into his crown jewels when he’d tried to wrestle her clothes off in the men's locker room. She’d left without a glance back and remained firmly, happily single.

Meg blinked back to the present, gaze flashing upwards to Jed again as he jostled her, shifting in his seat as he cursed at the failed photograph and jammed his fingers on the buttons with more force than necessary. She snorted at his reaction, at the bared teeth on the usually oh so composed, dweeby journalist, that could hardly squash a bug without yelping in fear. He stilled, tilting his head to look down at her, raising a brow in question as he fought to keep the sour expression on his face.

“I think you're the nicest guy I’ve ever dated,” Meg admitted, smiling up at him as she wormed her arm under his, curling like a koala around her hostaged appendage. Jed stared down at her silently. He blinked, lowering the camera to rest his elbows on his knees.

“That’s sad.” He replied, brows wavering downwards to something between concern and pity. Meg barked out a laugh, throwing her head back as her shoulders shook.

For all the mousy, nervous energy he gave off- shifting constantly, fingers twitching- he truly knew how to bite at times. Ah well, they do say not to judge a book by its cover.

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There were no early mornings in the Fog, no nights or dusk or dawn either, but the habit remained ingrained in Meg and she found herself picking her way through the brambles and bushes while the chatter around the campfire faded into the distance.

There were no stomped pathways, so Meg settled for a brisk walk, looping around logs and branches, taking any direction at random. She didn’t have to worry about getting lost or knowing how to pick her way back when she’d end up back at the campfire one way or another. The redhead paused to glance around, casting a look up at the tall, dark branches within the endless trees.

There were no birdsong, no light that could filter through the constant cloudy sky, no chittering animals. The woods were too silent, and all Meg could hear was the dead leaves rustling under her feet.

She straightened, brushing off the wrongness of it all and heading onwards. It’d be nice to find some way out of here through the woods- came the brief, indulgent thought- but things were never that easy, and the Entity would never release its playthings by such a simple means. She braced a palm to balance as she scrambled up a fallen tree trunk, faltering at the top at the sight of an open clearing.

Meg blinked, squinting to make sure she wasn’t imagining it or it wouldn't vaporize into thin air in front of her eyes, a cruel mirage by the Entity. When it remained stubbornly in place, she cautiously hopped down, slowly stepping closer, pausing at every moment to eye her surroundings.

That was new. Despite her numerous walks within the woods- both as a warm up before the day of trials and to gather her thoughts at the end of the day (or after a particularly stressful round with a bone white, desolate, stretched out masked killer), she’d never come across a clearing. Not to mention she should have been able to see it from a distance just moments ago-

Meg slowly stopped at the edge of it, just under the trees lining the sides of it as she turned to glance in all directions, holding her breath as she strained her ears for any abnormal sounds. When her lungs began to protest for air she released it in one fell swoop, pausing to catch her breath before she carefully crept forwards. She lifted her leg, pressed one foot into the clearing, pausing for- something, anything.

Nothing.

Meg slowly stepped further in, glancing in every direction. She waited for the ground to swallow her whole, for the Entity’s claw to descend from above , for-

She snorted to herself, placing her hands on her hips as she grinned wryly to herself. Look at her, all paranoid after countless murder trials. She scuffed a foot against the drooping grass blades, watching them rustle then fall still. She was too pent up, she needed to antagonize a few killers to get rid of some of that steam.

Meg shifted, ready to move on before she froze at the burst of color in the corner of her vision. She turned, squinting to the brightly colored object several steps away, jarringly out of place within the desolate forest. The redhead tilted her head, padding closer, cautiously as if it’d leap out at her. She slowed as she neared, finally recognizing it as a box, with familiar printed letters across the top of it and-

Meg froze, stiffly faltering in place as she stared down at the box of baked sweets, the smell slamming into her nose and forcing her to blink her rapidly wetting eyes as a phantom of a man smiled against her ear, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he pressed it into her hands.

“A reward after all of your hard work,” he’d respond with a casual shrug, brushing off all of her attempts to pay him back or get him to stop. “I’d be a jerk of a boyfriend if I-”

“Do you like it?”

Meg whirled around, already dropping low to the ground in preparation for a deathly swipe, eyes darting to the clothed figure leaning against a tree on the cusp of the clearing, arms casually crossed over his chest.

She blinked at him, torn between too many howling emotions- fear: waiting for him to draw his knife and strike her down, alongside a rapid, beating warmth in her chest: Jed, pressed so close to her side she could feel him for for the first time in- who knows how long, and grief: clawing at her throat, at her insides, tearing open her chest to gnash its teeth around her heart and tear it apart. “I’ll be back soon,” he’d said, brushing his lips against her forehead, and his side of the bed had remained cold since-

She blinked, narrowing her eyes at Ghostface. The killer remained in place, silent, steady, merely watching her without a single twitch. There was no ambience to focus on, nothing other than the sound of Meg’s heartbeat in her ears.

She opened her mouth. She’d been silent too long, been trapped within her head, she needed to focus on the tense situation, the stalemate-

“What?”- by the Fog, Meg wanted to slap herself. A journalist for a boyfriend (ex- a cruel voice in her ear whispered with glee and she squashed it under her palm) and this is how she dumbly responds.

Ghostface tilted his head, jutting his chin in her direction. “The sweets.-”

Meg glanced down, blinking in surprise to find it in her palms, nails digging into the flimsy cardboard, crouched over it protectively, like a mother to her cubs.

“-It’s hard to get anything in the Fog, much less that specifically. Do you like them?”

Ah.. Meg had heard whispers and groans of agony around the campfire that Ghostface had gotten harsher as of late, gunning for mori’s instead of hooks, each trial against him a definite death. Perhaps the Entity had chosen to reward his recent brutality, reveling in the spilled blood and pain.

Why he’d choose to waste it on a box of sweets of all things- much less give it to her- was completely unknown to Meg.

“I don’t.” She replied, curt and forced. They were overwhelmingly sweet- and overpriced to boot- (she’d always been frugal, always chosen to spend her money wisely on what was necessary, never herself. It had been Jed’s first gift, because he knew she’d shove a necklace or bracelet right back into his hands and force him to return it. He couldn’t return cookies. And she’d tried to convince the both of them that they were awful, they weren't worth the price- but he was too quick to notice how she’d light up at the taste, finish every crumb-)

Ghostface tilted his head at her. The silence pressed down on her, forcing Meg to roll her shoulders in discomfort.

“Are you sure?” Meg stiffened at the strange tone the killer exuded, a watchful eye snapping to him, legs bunching under her in preparation to run.

“Yes,” she snapped back. She should throw it for extra measure, just to hone it in- but her nails dug further into it at the thought, the sharp edges digging uncomfortably into her palms.

She stared down at the pastel box trapped under her, forcing back tears as her shoulders fell. She just- please, she just wanted Jed back-

She wanted to meet him early in the morning, resting against him on their bench as he’d complain about getting up so early but meet her without fail. She wanted to hook her chin over his shoulder, watch him filter out his shots through half lidded eyes.

She’d go toe to toe with every killer, she’d step into the Entity’s cruel embrace of her own will, she’d take every mori- please she just wanted Jed back.

Meg blinked back to the too still, too quiet forest, dark and drooping, a mimicry provided by the Entity, enrichment in their container. She stiffly raised her head, desperately scanning for Ghostface. She’d left her backside exposed, her neck vulnerable, too lost in her own head to hear anything- to the sight of an empty forest.

She slowly straightened, balancing on wobbling knees to crane her neck and scan in every direction for extra security. Nothing. No one. Not even the trees rustled to reply to her. Meg stumbled on her next step, dragging her feet that were replaced with lead, snagging her foot on every branch as she scrambled away from the clearing- back to the campfire, back to people where she could force a grin and fill her head with mindless chatter.

She panted for breath, covered in cold sweat as she finally halted several paces away from the clearing, turning back to look at it. It remained impassive, innocent, gave her no answers.

She shifted, cautiously turning back around (she didn’t care anymore, even if there were other killers lingering in these woods, at least she’d be back at the campfire quicker then)- before a flash of pink startled her at the edge of her vision. Meg snapped her head downwards, finding the rectangular box firmly clasped to her chest, fingers aching from how tightly wrapped they were around it.

She blinked, staring down at it, before she turned away and stumbled back to the campfire.

. . . How did the Entity just happen to gift her favorite cookies?-

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slashthrashandcrash · 1 month

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your jedmeg art has truly opened my eyes to a whole new world...do you think you could share your thoughts on it? only if your up to it!

Yeah!! Yeah don't worry I am so totally normal about them and have not fixated on them at all with @unnamed-blob!!! <- said derangedly

Now first, you may be thinking "Slash, how does a man from the early 90s get together with a girl from (presumably) the late 2010s?" to which the answer is simple: what are you, a cop? It's my AU and time is meaningless here.

For the most part, it all starts off the same for the both of them -- Meg is a star athlete that declined to follow a scholarship to take care of her mom, while "Jed Olsen" is the friendly new reporter for the local paper and top journalist for the recent Ghostface killings popping up in the area recently. Maybe he was covering a fundraising marathon for a fluff piece that Meg happened to win, maybe they bumped into each other while Meg was out for a morning jog and Jed was still wide awake from the previous night to be mistaken for an early riser too; either way, they make small talk and hit it off.

A few orchestrated meet-cutes by Jed later and he's certain that Meg has successfully fallen for his current persona, totally head over heels for this kind, dorky, excitable new guy in town. It creates the perfect cover for him, an alibi to use when needed, someone he can manipulate into agreeing that yes, he was with them around these times and on these dates. If she starts getting troublesome, she'll end up on the chopping block.

But then the weirdest thing starts happening...he starts enjoying himself when he takes her out on dates. He likes seeing her with her hair down more. Her hand always feels so warm in his. It feels natural to kiss her rather than an act. He's not pretending to be the stereotypical good boyfriend, he genuinely is becoming a good boyfriend. Sure, he still stalks her, always have to keep tabs on someone that close to you when you have a dirty little secret, but he's realizing that he knows so many little things about her just from their hang outs and what she's told him. He's remembering all the unimportant details, because to Meg they are important.

It's a strange feeling. He's not sure if this is good or bad when it comes to his murderous hobby that she was intended to be a cover story for. One thing's for certain: The Ghostface killer has taken it up a notch by no longer stalking his victims from afar before slaughtering them. Or rather Meg is just one unlucky gal, because in the midst of his rampage she's been harassed by him on multiple occasions. Never killed, clearly, which is highly unlike his MO. Toyed with, teased, snide comments being made about her little boyfriend.

Meg is convinced this is Ghostface trying to blackmail Jed for reporting too closely to his slayings, but don't worry babe, she'll kick his ass if he ever tries to hurt you!! In reality, it's just to further solidify to her that Ghostface and Jed are obviously two separate people, so if people should ever start getting suspicious of Jed she'd be the first to jump to his defense. Besides, he's just can't help himself. She's so feisty and scared, a complete contrast to how she is with Jed, it's thrilling to watch such a pretty girl hiss and scratch under him. That's when he knows for certain that his own obsession had grown to full blown enamored.

#ask #anon #jedmeg #ghostmeg #believe me when i say this is only like part 1 of 76 for my thoughts on this pairing #this is only the BEGINNING this does not even TOUCH on when Jed skips town/reveals he's the killer at work #or when they meet each other again in the fog #or when Meg finds out the truth about who Jed really is and what happened to him

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