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moonstruckme · 10 days
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Hiya Mae!! How are you?? It’s been a little bit but I was hoping I could request a poly!marauders fic (+plus Lily if you’re comfortable with doing that if not it’s fine). This week is the 6th anniversary of my brothers passing and this year is a bit harder as I’m turning 18. Having such a milestone coming up and him not being here is sorta making me sick. I was wondering if maybe you could base the fic off of that? Or something to do with grief and them helping reader out. I’ve found great comfort in the abundance of love you portray with their relationship and I could do with a lil of it.
If not it’s totally fine don’t feel obligated. Hope you have a good week!!
Hi sweetheart, sorry I couldn't get this to you during the week you requested it. I was also dealing with a bit of grief at the time and it felt too raw to try for a while. I hope you're doing well and that you really enjoy being 18, even if those feelings are complicated by your loss <33
cw: mentions of death, grief
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 622 words
The sky is turning from deep blue to black outside when Sirus notices you’ve slipped into a melancholy. 
The only hint of it is in your tone. You’ve been quipping about the film you’re all watching like you always do, bouncing off his and James’ comments and Remus’ amused grunts, but there’s a falsity to the cheer in your voice. This is something you and James have in common; when Sirius or Remus are upset it permeates the area around them like a thick fog, but the two of you have a way of keeping it contained within yourselves, putting on counterfeit smiles. Sirius often wonders if it doesn’t hurt you more. 
He leans away from where he’s been resting his head on Remus’ pectoral, snaking an arm around your shoulders. 
“Penny for your thoughts, pretty girl?” he asks quietly. 
You shrug. Swallow. “Just thinking about them,” you murmur in reply. 
Sirius suspects this isn’t the full story, but he, too, knows the necessity of papering over certain pains. He doesn’t pry. 
Before the war—before Regulus—Sirius used to think that grief was the pain that came from the love you had for the lost person being ripped away from you. But even months after his brother’s death, all the love is still there. It’s amplified, if anything, every ounce of it demanding attention now that he can no longer take it for granted even a little bit. 
What went was the ritual of it all. The peculiar brand of happiness he’d felt around Reg, never easy but still there, buried beneath layers of troubled history and shared broodiness. The inside jokes they’d barely realized they had, things no one who wasn’t raised in their house would see the humor in. The surety that if they fought, they’d get a chance to make up. Sirius will never have those things with his brother again. In memories, maybe, but now they’ll always be tinged with the love so big it hurts. 
He wishes desperately he could keep you from hurting like that. 
He shuffles closer, awkwardly wrapping his other arm around you until he’s nearly covering your body with his. It’s like he thinks he can shield you, like he can protect you from grief after he’d failed to protect you from loss. 
“I’m sorry,” Sirius says. 
You shake your head, turning so it’s jammed in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Your face feels hot. “I don’t know what to do,” you choke out. 
Sirius squeezes you tighter. He gets it, but he doesn’t. He knows how it feels to grieve, but not how to grieve your person in your way. It’s an ache he can only approximate. 
“Sweetheart.” James’ voice sounds pained, and he gets up from Remus’ other side, rounding the couch to climb onto the armrest beside you. He rubs your back with one hand, the other coming to rest on Sirius shoulder, a comfort in case he needs it. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, my love.” 
Sirius feels a hot tear slip down his neck into his shirt, and James winces as your shoulders hitch under his touch. Remus makes a soft pitying sound. 
“You’re alright.” He latches onto the last unclaimed part of you, rough hand soothing up your calf. “You’re okay.” 
“Sorry,” you manage, and Sirius squishes you punishingly in his arms, pressing a staunch kiss to the side of your head. 
“Don’t be silly,” he tells you. James makes a half-choked sound of agreement. “No sorries, okay?” 
You nod, the bump of your nose moving against Sirius’ neck. He gives you another kiss to show his approval. 
“You’re alright, darling,” Remus says again. “Take all the time you need. We’ve got you.” 
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missezramay · 10 months
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ted lasso, post-finale thoughts.
I went into the finale thinking yeah, if the writing serves, I can accept any outcome even if it's not exactly what I want. Instead, I was hit with a plethora of mixed emotions I didn't expect to have. Confusion, anger, hurt, annoyance, small bursts of joy in between, and just deep sadness. Almost 20 hours later and I'm still incredibly dissatisfied and processing. For the most part, finales should provide a feeling of celebration and relief. I... don't feel any of that.
I'm just really trying to pinpoint why I'm so sad.
Of course everything inevitably has to come to an end. Of course Ted was always going to reunite with his kid. Of course it's not about winning or losing. Of course Tedbecca can remain platonic if that was always the plan. Of course that's the way life goes, but...
For a show (and this season particularly) that constantly encouraged us to 'believe' and 'hope' in the idea that 'everything will work out', all those 75 minutes did was take me on an unsettling, emotional journey for no concrete reason other than to mess with the audience (the opening scene was just adding salt in the Tedbecca wound I've had since S2). Because everything in a macro sense, "worked out". But the WAY it "worked out" does not sit well with me?? And it's supposed to? For a lot of people (on Reddit/Facebook, lol), it was enough?? Richmond not technically winning and Ted leaving like that without so much as a tear? What am I missing??
When I tell you I'm trying to embrace the good parts, I'm really trying. Yes to KBPR & the women's team, Yes to Colin kissing his fella, Yes to Rebecca & Mae & the guys owning the club, Yes to Roy becoming Manager.
So... why am I still so upset? Hmm, let's see.
The boys' musical number? The cutest. Ted didn't think so.
Nate's apology? Heartbreaking. Ted didn't bat an eyelash.
Rebecca begging twice for Ted to stay? Ted, absolute silence.
Beard staying/getting married in London to his toxic gf? Comic relief, haha, fine. Except Ted wasn't there as Best Man.
Don't even get me started on the huge disservice to the Roy/Keeley/Jamie triangle.
Now listen, I get that he misses Henry & Henry misses his dad. I'm not that cold. A father/son's love is important. It was always the catalyst for this show; for him to work on himself so he can be a better father unlike the one he grew up with. That's fine.
But on this particular week. His last week with his Richmond family. There was NO sense of him being sad to leave them. He can be sad about missing Henry but he can ALSO be sad about leaving. No, he just completely checked out. He let everyone pour out their hearts (Hannah's getting her third Emmy, mark my words) to him, and he just stone-faced the entire time.
THIS DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE TO ME.
The argument is that he was internally processing, he was overwhelmed, he was trying to distance himself so it would hurt less. Fair points, okay. But this is a television show, moreover, A FINALE. TV characters, while relatable, are heightened versions of ourselves, there so we can better process our emotions and learn to handle things better in our real lives. Ted deserved MORE dialogue and displaying MORE emotion than whatever this was.
We're never going to see him again. We're over here crying along with Rebecca, Nate & Beard, but he didn't sob once. Even though he spent three years building a family with them. I even thought, hey at least he left his legacy with Trent's book but newsflash, he wanted his name taken off that too! Complete erasure.
I just feel so robbed of better moments. Like there were nice moments here and there. But they could've been BETTER. Honestly, Nate & Rebecca's breakdowns were close to perfection, so much love there. But the lack of dialogue and Ted not reciprocating? Broke ME.
I just cannot. understand. this. choice.
Massive sigh. I'm just truly baffled by the way everything wrapped up and not getting the satisfied feeling that one half of the viewership got. Maybe I'm in the minority, but that means something. It carries weight. Also, for a "three-season arc" that was planned well in advance, why all the rewrites and parallels and fakeouts... it's just cruel. But as the theme says (and maybe this was a warning all along), yeah, I guess this might well be it.
This show has given us so much and the last season flailed for the most part. I don't want to disrespect the show by being negative and cynical (looks like I failed!!) or cast blame on anyone in particular. The cast/crew are amazing people and I'll be grateful for being a part of the journey but I'm just so sad and this feeling sucks and I will never get over it.
Going to miss them. x
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filmbyjy · 11 months
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TWITTER SUCKS! > twenty-four! is that ENHYPEN?
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synopsis > who knew you could become famous overnight for paying $8 for a single blue checkmark? however, it does come with consequences…what happens when the actual BELIFT Lab comes knocking at your door. all because you simply impersonated your bias.
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a/n: this is a small filler written chapter but it’s as important for the story bc this has y/n’s background story and stuff so yeah👍🏻
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ENHYPEN were like saviours of your life you’d say. you found them at the lowest point of your life. you started college when ENHYPEN first debuted. you also so happen to have broken up with your ex-boyfriend, who was also your childhood sweetheart.
— placing this so the read more doesn’t mess up —
you caught him cheating on you after dating for a total of 4 years. you thought he would be the one. clearly that was a joke. who knew he was capable of cheating on you? to explain, your ex-boyfriend was a typical nerdy guy with glasses. you gave him a chance because you knew guys like this wouldn’t hurt you. clearly, you thought wrong.
subin was the first to know about this since you didn’t get to know Mae when you were still a freshman. she had comforted you a lot, seen you at your worst as you cried on her shoulder. complained about how you shouldn’t have given the nerd a chance. to which subin just said that ‘not all nerds are like this, rather the idiot you dated got too cocky thinking he could get with anyone he wanted.’
subin knew you needed a distraction so she decided to introduce you to ENHYPEN. she watched I-LAND so she knew them before. she thought that maybe they were the best group you could be introduced to.
“here, these are the k-pop boys I listen to. this is jay, jake, sunghoon. oh and that’s-”
“who is that?” your eyes caught with a particular doe eyes. it reminded you a lot of your ex but he was way prettier and definitely way more hotter.
“that’s heeseung. oh! unnie, he is the same age as you.”
“heeseung…”
“wanna listen to their debut album? oh right and did you know they are vampires?”
you were thankful for subin for introducing ENHYPEN. their songs helped you get over your ex. their content always made you smile and laugh and you eventually started to call yourself an ENGENE because you wanted to support them.
one day, you bumped into Mae. she was intimidating at first but when her earpiece accidentally unplugged and you heard a familiar song play, you uttered…
“is that ENHYPEN?”
the rest was history between you and mae.
to bring it back to current situation with heeseung…
you knew dating an idol wasn’t the best ideal situation. moreover, it’s an idol you admire. you thought you were insane to think you’ve fallen for him because what if you were delusional. what if heeseung just flirted with you the way he did with other fans. it was probably just fan service.
when mae said you were in love with heeseung, your whole world came crashing down. no, there was no way you were in love with him. you had to back off, you can’t fall for him. not when you were a broken record. you can’t let heeseung’s reputation get tainted by some girl who got cheated on.
his fans would’ve loved for him to date someone pure, beautiful and amazing. you weren’t any of those. you were bawling your eyes out. hands shaking to pick up your ringing phone.
your voice quivered, “mae, can you come over?”
mae came over in a heartbeat, she sent subin a text too letting her know. she comforted you as subin makes her way over. subin bursts through your dorm door, a worried look all over her face.
“hey, what’s wrong?” she says.
“(name) hasn’t told me anything yet.” mae says as she rubs your shoulder. you were in tears, weeping next to her.
“did ‘he who shall not be named’ text you?” subin asks.
you shook your head.
“(name), you need to tell us. I know it hurts to say it out loud but I promise we can help more if you tell us.” mae softly says.
“I-”
they nod and egged you further so you could finish your sentence.
“I think I love heeseung.”
both subin and mae stared at each other. they knew they had to do something. something to get you to realise maybe it isn’t so bad to date an idol. they needed help.
and maybe mae knew just the right people for it.
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polutrope · 3 months
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I'd love to see Fingon (with Mae if that's your jam, with anyone else if not) for hooking up for Christmas 🥺 please?
Thank you! While this was not officially a prompt (it was New Year's Eve haha), I decided it should be. I also added the tropical vacation prompt because no one sent it and I wanted to write it😁. ~1.2k words, rated a soft M, to be safe. Posting these to AO3, here. Prompt list (prompts closed). Beleria Cast of Characters Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and a lovely December day to all!
Maedhros woke to the trickle of water and the twitter of birds. Odd. He did not remember putting sleep sounds on last night. Maybe Fingon had? It must be early, still: his alarm hadn’t gone off. He pressed his eyes shut, clinging to sleep, and rolled over. God, it was hot! If Fingon had left the heat on…
“Time to get up!” Fingon’s voice chirped, stirring him from the haze of sleep.
“Why’s it s’ hot,” he mumbled. Registering that Fingon’s voice was coming from somewhere else, Maedhros claimed the bed luxuriously, splaying his limbs over crisp sheets, nuzzling his toes into the plush mattress.
Wait. This wasn’t his bed. His eyes shot open and he found himself in a room bathed in sunlight. Room was a generous assessment: it was more of a hut, walled by nothing but wire mesh and the thick jungle beyond.
Right. They were in Hyarmen. They’d arrived late last night, Maedhros in a fog after fourteen hours of travelling with barely a wink of sleep (he was definitely paying the upgrade for the extra legroom on the return flight – thinking he could do without was pure hubris).
The sound of Fingon’s laugh startled him from his shock. “Forgot we weren’t home?”
Maedhros hefted himself onto his elbows and blinked several times. His partner stood (shirtless) at a counter that cut the small space in two. He was pouring boiling water into a French press and smiling to himself.
“Morning,” said Fingon. “How you feeling? You slept almost twelve hours.”
Maedhros dragged his hands down his face. “And yet I still feel tired,” he groused.
“Good thing we have absolutely nothing to do,” Fingon said. “Though I was thinking it would be nice to go to the waterfall, and maybe snorkelling on the way back, and there’s apparently a great beach for sunset—”
“Sh, sh,” said Maedhros. “Coffee. Then plans.”
“You got it,” said Fingon, but Maedhros could tell it was taking great effort to keep a lid on his chatter because he started humming to himself as he took stock of the contents of their accommodation and placed the complimentary packets of tea and coffee in a prominent location where they would not forget to use them. Maedhros watched him with a swell of affection.
In his thirty-six years of life, Maedhros had never spent Yule without his family. A prickle of guilt intruded on his mellow mood at this thought. He imagined what they would be up to: Celegorm and Caranthir shamelessly sprawled on the large couch, Huan between them, criticising a recent blockbuster or offering uninformed opinions on the latest international relations issue, which Fëanor would chime in on every time he passed through the room, sprinkling his shrewd insights into the conversation like a pinch of salt in flavourless soup.
Celebrimbor would be in the basement reading while Amrod and Amras played video games on the couch across from him, and Curufin would be upstairs in the twins’ old bedroom wrapping presents, spending hours meticulously cutting and folding, a work of art that most of the gifts’ recipients would tear apart in only a few hours.
Nerdanel and Maglor would be in the kitchen, blasting carols and singing along, drinking endless cups of tea and getting gradually sillier as they baked batch after batch of cookies and prepped the components of the massive dinner spread.
If Maedhros were there, he would be drifting between all of them, often just observing. Later in the afternoon, it was tradition for him and Fëanor to take a walk together, the one time a year when they put work and the rest of the family aside to unburden themselves of personal stressors, complain in confidence, and share a private joke or two. How much each was willing to share fluctuated over the years but recently they had been more open with each other.
That was largely why Maedhros had dared to reveal, back in August, that he was considering spending this year away from home. With Fingon. Under the weight of the Finvesen family group chat’s subsequent silence, Maedhros had nearly buckled and withdrawn his statement. “Give me your phone,” Fingon had said, then stashed it away and dragged Maedhros on a four-hour hike. When they got back, there was a message from Fëanor: “That sounds like a lovely time,” followed by a series of emojis (some obviously supportive, others more ambiguous) from his brothers.
Maedhros had nearly wept. His eyes watered now, remembering it, when Fingon nudged a mug of coffee into his hand and flopped into bed beside him.
Fingon. He’d never spent Yule with Fingon.
“Thanks,” said Maedhros.
“How are you doing?” Fingon asked.
Maedhros shrugged and puffed a breath of air on his coffee. “It’s weird. Being here.”
“Yeah,” said Fingon. “It is a bit, for me too.” Then he watched Maedhros from the corner of his eye with a smirk.
“What’s that face?” Maedhros asked.
“I think you need to be distracted.” Fingon huffed a laugh, causing the coffee held to his lips to come dangerously close to overflowing its vessel.
“Yeah, I know,” said Maedhros, “you want to go swimming, and snorkelling, and—”
“No, no. I have a different idea now. I was gonna save it for tonight but…” Fingon grinned and Maedhros could see evidence of what he had in mind through his boxer shorts.
Maedhros took a sip of coffee and sank lower into the bed. “Fine. But I’m showering first, I feel disgusting.”
“Great, that’ll give me time to get ready.”
Ready for what? Maedhros eyed him warily but received no further explanation.
*
“What… when did you get that?” Maedhros sputtered when he emerged from his shower.
Fingon leaned languidly against a wood beam in the centre of the room wearing a red satin robe fringed with white faux fur. It was tied loosely around his waist, accentuating the curve of his butt while exposing a slice of one well-muscled leg.
“Happy Yule,” Fingon husked in his most seductive voice, then laughed. Without disturbing his pose, he asked, “Is it totally ridiculous?”
“Um.” Maedhros swallowed the lump rising in his throat. “Yeah, I mean, it’s…” Damn it if Fingon couldn’t make anything look sexy. “Fuck it.”
In two long strides he had his hands on Fingon’s waist and yanked him flush against his hips. While they kissed, Maedhros slipped his hands under the hem of the robe, exploring the plane of Fingon’s chest, then dropping lower to grope his ass.
Beyond the roar of blood in his ears, thunder clapped in the distance. By the time Maedhros had Fingon spread out on the bed, a deluge of rain drummed on the hut’s tin roof, almost loud enough to drown out the appreciative babble and groans tumbling involuntarily from Maedhros’ lips.
When it was over and they lay breathless, struggling to cool off in the humidity, Fingon asked, “So, does this still feel weird?”
Maedhros’ head lolled to the side to look at him. “Despite your best efforts to make it weird with that costume,” he grazed his knuckles over Fingon’s hip, “no. No, it does not feel weird.”
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Hidden Flames : Prologue
Word Count : 1.2k
Warnings : drinking, swearing, food mention, break up mention, slight angst
A/N : So begins another story! @mxnsxngie and I hope you'll enjoy what we've been planning for a while now! If you'd like to be added to the taglist, you can let either one of us know!
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            “No! We are not watching that again!” Y/n laughed, playfully slapping Mingi on his arm. Mingi watched as her laugh slowly stopped, watching as her eyes glanced over the different options for snacks. And he couldn’t help but think she was prettiest woman alive. “Where’s Yeosang?” She asked, still scanning over the snacks, trying to make her decision.
            “Pretty sure he went to get some alcohol.” Mingi answered, his eyes still trained on her, not realizing that Yeosang was coming up from behind him.
            “Actually I’m behind you dipshit.” Mingi jumped at the sudden voice, causing both Y/n and Yeosang to burst out laughing.
            “You both suck.” Mingi whined, pouting at his best friends. Y/n pouted back at him as she jokingly apologized, kissing his cheek just as she’s always done. He’d never admit that those small kisses actually do make him feel a lot better. He knows they’ll both tease him, so he keeps quiet so he can enjoy every kiss in peace.
            “Mingi! My man!” Mingi turned towards the familiar voice, seeing Mae and Wooyoung walk right up to him. “And Yeosang and Y/n. Hey.” Wooyoung greeted the three of them. “Mingi! You’re coming to the club tonight right?”
            “Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Mingi chuckled, his personality doing a quick 180, acting as if just minutes ago he wasn’t talking about how excited he was for movie night, listing off a bunch of movies they could watch, all being his favourites.
            “Perfect! You two wouldn’t mind if we stole him now, right? We’re pregaming.” Mae said as she clapped her hands onto Mingi’s shoulders, slowly walking away with him before Yeosang and Y/n could answer.
            Yeosang could tell with just a quick look at her face that she was hurting but pretending not to. She had a smile on her face but it didn’t reach her eyes. She slowly picked out her snacks as if nothing happened, but Yeosang could tell that she was holding back tears. “Let’s go pay.” He said, taking the chip bag out of her hands and placing it into the cart, pushing it towards the cash area before she could say anything.
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            She did her best to pretend like she was okay, like the fact that movie night went from a trio thing to a duo thing didn’t bother her at all. Setting all the snacks up on the coffee table, smiling to herself as she took a picture before Yeosang handed her a glass of wine. “Looks good, pretty girl.” Yeosang complimented.
            “Thanks. I’m going to post it on twitter and make Mingi jealous that he chose clubbing over us.” She tried to make it a joke, but Yeosang saw right through her.
            “Talk to me, pretty.” His voice was soft as he sat on the couch, grabbing her by her wrists, and pulling her into his lap. “Let me be here for you.” She nodded, letting the tears finally fall, Yeosang wiping them away with his thumbs as they fell.
            “I’m in love with him, Yeo.” He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to hear, but that wasn’t it. He also wasn’t expecting to feel pain in his chest at her confession. “We dated back in high school, but it didn’t last long. We both agreed it felt too weird. But fuck. That didn’t stop me from falling in love with him over the years.”
            “His loss, pretty girl.” He continued wiping away her tears, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Only an idiot wouldn’t choose you.” He held her face so she made eye contact with him as he said that, begging her to hear the words he couldn’t say. Begging her to see the feelings he held behind his eyes.
            “Thank you.” She smiled, leaning forward to press her lips to his cheek, and then getting off his lap. He shivered at the sudden coldness on his thighs, wishing she didn’t move. He’d hold her for hours if she wanted him to. And he hates it. Why did he have to realize he’s in love with her the second she tells him she’s in love with someone else? Is it too late to win her heart?
            Even if it is, he’s going to try anyway.
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            His phone went off with a twitter notification stating that Y/n posted. The girl he was talking to no longer mattered as he clicked the notification, seeing their coffee table covered with movie snacks. “They’re doing movie night without me?” He mumbled to himself, reading the caption of the picture. Movie night with my pretty boy. Are they dating? They would have told him if they were, right?
            “Whatcha looking at, big boy?” Mingi spun around to see the familiar smirk of his best friend, Kayla. “Regretting coming out tonight?” She cocked an eyebrow at him, easily able to see passed the façade he put on for everyone else. She knows he’d much rather be curled up at home, watching a movie with his two roommates. Yet he allowed Wooyoung and Mae to drag him out almost every night.
            “Never. Clubbing is way more fun than movie night.” He scoffed, but it only made Kayla laugh.
            “Yes, that’s why you ignored the pretty girl hitting on you to stare at Y/n’s tweet.” She teased. “You know you could always go back.” Mingi took another look at the tweet, imagining himself with them instead of at a club he didn’t want to be at anyway. Then he slid his phone back in his pocket and downed his drink, quickly ordering another one.
            “I want to be here.” He lied. He would give anything to be at home right now, his arms wrapped around Y/n, playing with her hair as they watched whatever was on screen. He wouldn’t be paying attention, too focused on the girl in his arms.
            But then he imagined her curled up in Yeosang’s arms instead. Imagined Yeosang running his fingers through her hair, whispering to her about how pretty she is. He’d tell her that, right? Because she deserves to hear it over and over until she finally believes it. Until she can look in the mirror and tell herself that she’s pretty. Because to Mingi, she’s the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.
            All the other girls he’s met throughout his months of partying could never even dream of comparing to her. So why was he here when he could be at home with her? “I want to be here because she broke up with me when I was still falling in love.” He mumbled before taking a drink of his new drink. He had hoped it was too incoherent for Kayla to hear, but she did. And things made a little more sense to her.
            Mingi was in love with Y/n but he had no idea Y/n was in love with him as well.
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Please may I have a Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood hurt/comfort/angst scenario of when a couple of men basically teased you (Maes Hughes eldest daughter age 15 *she is a metal alchemist like Edward but she is of higher rank and she is Edward's girlfriend*) and told you to smile..but how could you? You lost your Dad to murder and they had the nerve to tell you that..you angrily told them that you lost your Dad a few months ago and you were also not smiling because they were inconsiderate as hell. You didn't care about the reactions from the Elric brothers behind you when you swore *the Elric brothers accompanied you to your father's grave so you could pay your respects to the father that you loved dearly*
How would the Elric brothers comfort you afterwards..you were certainly in a fragile state and who wouldn't be..you lost your Dad and how they reacted to what you said to those men.
https://youtu.be/bTDjnrOiSHY?si=3Quy2LcQLgKeHnIL (how the girl reacted to a bunch of men and what she told them was exactly what you told the men)
Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the fanfic!
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Characters: Edward Elric x gn! Hughes! Reader
Word Count: 0.4k (485 words)
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It was raining again.
The drops splashed on the stone and ran down the face of the headstone.
Maes Hughes. 1885-1914.
A good man. A dedicated officer. A wonderful friend.
Dad, as you knew him.
You weren’t sure whether it was the remnants of tears or rain that was running down your face. It wasn’t getting easier living without him. Every time you put on your uniform, you couldn’t help but see him in the mirror.
The rain stopped falling on you as an umbrella appeared over you. You felt a hand on your shoulder. Warm. That meant it was Ed.
“We should go. We need to get back to work.”
You nodded, sniffing and wiping your face. “Yeah,” your voice was too soft and you cleared it before trying again, “yeah, let’s go.”
Ed’s hand on your back comforted you as much as it possibly could. You were glad he and Al were there for you.
As you left the cemetery and turned down the street, you heard a commotion from the other side of the road.
“Hey, pretty lady! You wanna ditch the shrimp and the suit of armour and hang out with us?”
Catcallers. Ed’s hand immediately left your back as he whirled around to retort to the comment about his height. You kept walking. You really didn’t want to deal with catcallers right now.
“Come on love! Give us a smile!”
You froze. Even Ed fell silent at that, waiting to see how you would respond.
You turned to face the men before striding across the road towards them. The rain began soaking you, doing nothing to cool the burning anger in your chest. You couldn’t even hear the voice that would normally be telling you to back down from this confrontation.
“I’m not smiling because I’ve just visited my father’s grave!” Your voice grew louder with every word and this time, you could clearly feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, “And I’m not smiling because you’re talking to me!”
The mens’ faces fell faster than the rain around you.
“Sorry for your loss.” The main catcaller’s voice was soft and he looked embarrassed.
 The warm hand returned to your back and you turned towards Ed. Your anger was gone, replaced by a bone deep tiredness.
Ed’s eyes were gentle and filled with sympathy. You could see how much he wanted to ease your pain and how much it was tearing him up not being able to do anything.
“C’mon, let’s go.”
You nodded, letting him guide you back to where Al stood with the umbrella.
As you continued down the street, Ed wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. “You know, I think he’d be proud of how you handled that.”
You felt a tiny smile touch your lips. You could only hope your dad was watching over you and that you’d make him proud.
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The Receipts - Giving Thanks for Mess (November 2015)
Picking up where we left off in Savannah for Gifted filming…
November 1 – Jenny and Octavia go on a short road trip out of Savannah on a day off to have a dinner with some other crew members
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November 4 – Fan sighting while filming Gifted, Atlanta
Nov 6 – Jenny tweets something that makes me basically become the upside down face emoji, because it’s tantamount to tweeting “hey, I’m thinking of cheating on my marriage”
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"All or nothing"... okay...
Nov 8 – On location filming Gifted, Tybee Island
Nov 12 – Jenny makes an IG post that she’s packing up to leave Savannah
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Nov 13 – Jenny’s last day on set, a tearful good-bye dinner is hosted
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Nov 14 – Jenny returns to L.A.
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Nov 15 – Chris watches ESPN and reacts
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Nov 16 – On location filming Gifted, Savannah
Nov 18 – On location filming Gifted, Atlanta
Nov 19 – On location filming Gifted, Emory University, Atlanta
Here's an interesting thing that happens that day. Chris seems to be paying very close attention to what's going on on Jenny's Twitter. He jumps into a long tweet exchange between Jenny and Mae Whitman without being tagged at all. Apparently, he wants to be thought of as the Kevin Bacon character in The River Wild.
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(I know this all looks weird, but that's in order of the replies on that thread.)
Nov 20 – Last day of Gifted filming, Savannah
This is the day he meets Dodger!
And, hey, remember Minka? You know, her, the girlfriend! Well, she's in L.A., going to museums with friends.
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Nov 22 – Minka’s trainer makes an IG comment on Minka's post: “You are in Boston til next year right?”
Nov 23 – Chris attends Pats vs Bills game, Foxboro
Apparently, it was so tense he tweeted:
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He was caught on the locker room camera after the game:
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Nov 24 – Makes an appearance Jimmy Kimmel Live in L.A. with RDJ for the world premiere of the Captain America: Civil War trailer (he must have been very tired after being on that flight right after the game)
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(Hmm... does it look like he trimmed his hair and beard between the game and Jimmy Kimmel taping?)
(FANDOM ASSUMPTION: He picked Minka up in L.A. at this time and they flew back to Boston together for the holidays with his family.)
Nov 24 - 26 - Jenny and Dean are in Milton to have Thanksgiving with her family (Dean leaves on the 26th, Jenny stays until the 29th)
Nov 26 - THANKSGIVING
Nov 27 – Jenny sees a movie in MA
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Nov 28 – Jenny makes an IG post that basically says she’s not being emotionally satisfied at the moment. (Hmmm, wonder who all was amongst those “friends” not returning her texts?)
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Nov 29 - Jenny makes another tweet that again turns me into the upside down face emoji. Why are you crying over donuts, Jen Jen? Did someone let you down?:
Also a classic Massachusetts experience for me is what I’m doing right now: feeling [broken heart emoji] in a dunkin’ donuts and wearing a huge sweater
(She leaves MA for Brooklyn that day for filming)
Nov 30 – Chris spotted at Burlington Mall, Burlington, MA
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Mae's Yandere Thought of The Week 18+
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After months of hiding away from the end of the world with your neighbour - now friend- you are heartbroken when he demands a reward for the hard work of looking after you
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Pairing: Male oc x female! reader
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MINORS DNI
tw: female reader, betrayal, the male character is a dick, implied smut, just generally not nice stuff, discussion of sex and sa. discussion of sex work in a bad light
notes: Original drabble is here, this is just a follow-through. Also I tried to add more dialogue then i usually do
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"I'm only asking for one night." He huffed "It's not like I'm asking you to be my wife"
You stared at him in disbelief. Betrayal ate away at your skin.
"How does that make any of this better?" you snarked, eyebrows narrowing in annoyance. Of course, you had to go and trust some pathetic loser.
"C'mon! It's the least you could do. You do fuck all around here anyway. I just want a little incentive that's all" he said as if it was a normal and done thing to demand sex from your neighbour-turned-survival buddy.
"I do fuck all? I tend the garden! I sew our clothes! I cook our meals!! I fix all the shit you mess up!" you growled standing to full height from your place on your bed.
"That's not real work sweetheart. Who hunts? who goes for days trying to scavage for parts? Who puts his life on the line every single day while you sit here like Snow fucking White's cottagecore fever dream? Who has killed for you? Who protects you from all the other men who would be more than happy to tie you down and fuck you like the whore you are" he scoffed
"Don't call me that! I'm not a whore, you don't get to just call me that to belittle me! And I shouldn't have to pay you back for the things you freely do for me, if I had known you wanted something for it I would never, never have gone with you. You've been manipulating me from the start!" you shouted, trying desperately to hold back tears.
"Sweetheart, listen to me. You should've known I never would do those things for you without some sort of payment. It's the way the world worked for thousands of years. You are naive to think anything else!"
It wasn't till now that you realised that he was a lost cause, that this was something he's been waiting for since he knocked on your day those terrifying first few days. You had given him your trust, your friendship and he had thrown it all in your face.
"Don't look at me like that sweetheart. It doesn't have to be like this. You think I want you mad at me? You think I wanna have to chuck you out if you say no?"
"you wouldn't" you whispered, face twisted in fear.
"Well, I can't just keep providing for you and get nothing in return! You're chewing away at supplies sweetheart. And no matter how tasty your cooking is, I can't justify keeping you around for free"
"But.. but I tend to the garden.. I-I fix our clothes. I do do things" you were on the edge of misery, tears licking at your eyelashes waiting to be released.
"Don't be so emotional. A dog could do all that and more...at least then I could have a hunting partner," he grumbled.
"You really don't care about me...do you?" you sniffed, a few tears falling down.
"Ah! C'mon, don't cry! You know how much I hate it when you cry" he said, disgust littering his voice.
"Look, sweetheart, I'm doing you a favour. It's either me, a man you trust-" you practically growled at him "trusted, or who knows how many dirty, filthy, grubby men pawing away at you. Cause that's what's gonna happen if you say no. I'm gonna have to kick you out and your gonna have to whore yourself out to anyone with food, water or shelter who would take you. Or, worst case scenario, some sick fuck is gonna take one look at you and decide he would like to see you gagged and bound in his bed, getting fucked by him day in and day out. "
You stared at him in disgust. But he was right, the world was a dangerous place for women when it wasn't a dystopian wasteland.
"So what's it gonna be?"
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All's Fair - Chapter 7
Emily and Aaron have loved each other since they were children. War might be the thing that finally brings them together, but it could also be the thing that tears them apart forever.
A Hotchniss AU, set in 1917 and beyond.
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I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you so much for all of the love on this fic. Writing anything is like putting a tiny bit of yourself out there for the world to see so it's always nerve-wracking. Those nerves are 10 times as worse with an AU. People don't like them or are wary. And I am blown away by the comments, reblogs...anything this fic has received.
I want to say a specific thank you to @hancydrewfan and @ssa-sparks for letting me terrorise them consistently, and not just about this fic. @prentissinred for listening to my 3 minute plus voice note about this fic when I first got the idea, back when it was only supposed to be 3 chapters!! And last, but not least, @cloudlessly-light for always letting me bounce ideas off of you and send you random screenshots of scenes.
I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy this last chapter <3
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April 1919
“Congratulations, Mrs Hotchner.” 
She couldn’t fight the smile that immediately spreads across her face even if she wanted to, her hands curled around each other in her lap, her fingers twisting her wedding ring around her finger. 
“You’re sure?” She asks, her voice cracking like it had when she’d found out she was having Mae but for an entirely different reason. 
“Absolutely,” he replies, smiling kindly at her, “You’re pregnant.” 
The last time she’d heard those words, she’d been terrified. Anxious and alone, grieving the husband she thought she would lose just after she got him. This time it’s different. She feels nothing but joy, excitement bubbling in her stomach, making it roll over for an entirely different reason to the nausea that had gripped her the last few days. Aaron was here, just on the other side of the door of the doctor’s office, waiting for her to confirm the news they were both hoping for. 
It was planned this time. Not the happy accident that had brought them Mae, the very thing she realises had held her together whilst Aaron was away. 
“Thank you, Doctor.” 
She half listens to his instructions that she remembered from last time, eager to see her husband. To tell him face to face this time instead of writing a letter. To experience his instant response, instead of waiting weeks to hear back from him. She says a rushed goodbye to the doctor and heads out of the room. 
As soon as the door opens, Mae spots her, the toddler escaping her father’s grasp as she walks over to Emily. 
“Mama!” 
“Hi my sweet girl,” Emily says, picking up her daughter and placing her on her hip. Mae grasps onto her, her tiny fist wrapping around Emily’s necklace as if they’d been separated for much longer than the 20 minutes she’d been in the doctor's office. She kisses the side of her daughter's head before turning to look at her husband. Aaron stands and walks over to them, a hopeful smile on his face. “Hi.” 
“Hi,” he replies, his hand ghosting her lower back. He clears his throat. “She was asking for you the whole time.” 
She looks down at Mae, smiling at how content she seemed. “Were you giving Daddy a hard time?” She meets her husband's eyes and smiles, “So, are you going to ask me?” 
Aaron looks between his wife and the secretary who was sitting at her desk behind them. She’d made her feelings on him and Mae staying in the waiting room very clear, not so subtly letting him know usually husbands stayed at home. He knows she’s listening, her eyes flitting between her work and them. 
He still wasn’t used to it. To being watched. Since he’d returned from Europe he’d learnt the true practicalities of being Emily’s husband for the first time. How they were watched, how there were expectations. Even though Emily hated it, and made that hatred clear, she was excellent at it. Measured and approachable in a way that Elizabeth had trained into her from an early age.  
He clears his throat, his attention landing back on his wife, his hand hovering just above her lower back as he guides them outside, away from prying eyes. “So are you…”
She smiles at him as he drifts off, his discomfort clear, and she nods as they come to a stop, standing just outside the doctor's office. 
“I’m pregnant.” 
His response is to kiss her. His lips pressing into hers in an attempt to get across how much he loves her, how much he treasures her. Before Emily, he’d rarely been told he was loved. He had few memories of his mother, he’d been so young when she died shortly after having Sean, and his father had never been one to show affection. He knew Emily’s life had been similar. That her parents rarely displayed any emotions at all, let alone love or pride towards their only child. Aaron knew it was why he and Emily were so vocal about it, why they told each other, and Mae, often. 
They couldn’t fix the past, but they could change the present. They could curate a different future for their family by actively choosing to be better. 
“I love you,” he says as he pulls back, aware they were still in public and that they would have to wait until they were home, in their safe space, before they could celebrate properly. 
“I love you too,” she replies, clearing her throat as her voice cracks. It hit her sometimes how closer she had come to losing this, to losing him and anything that came with their life together. She thought about it, how her life would have looked as just her and Mae. She would have made sure her little girl grew up knowing she was loved, that her father had loved her, but everything would have been tinged with loss. The colour slightly faded and the picture out of focus anytime they did something and he should have been there. 
Mae fusses in her arms, protesting that she hadn’t had any attention for a couple of minutes in the way only a toddler could. Emily chuckles, bouncing her daughter slightly as she leans in to kiss her cheek.
“We love you too, Mae,” she says, smiling up at Aaron who kisses the little girl’s forehead before he pulls back, ready to start the slow walk back to the estate, both of them desperate for some well-needed time alone as a family. 
“We do, princess,” he adds, “Although you may have to learn to share Mommy before too long.” 
Emily shakes her head at him, forcing her smile to remain on her face. Even though it had been months since Aaron had returned, Mae still clung to Emily like she always had. An unbreakable bond that had formed in the time when it had just been them. Emily wasn’t ashamed of how much she enjoyed her daughter’s love for her, how she’d seek her out even if she were just across the room, but it didn’t mean she didn’t feel guilt when she saw something close to jealousy rush across her husband’s face. 
She knew it was born from guilt from missing out on so much from the first several months of her life, nothing more. No matter how much she tried she couldn’t talk him out of it, couldn’t seem to assure him that Mae loved him no matter what. That they all needed each other. 
“Sweetheart?”
She looks at him, not realising she’d drifted off, her mind elsewhere on things they couldn’t fix quickly, if at all, “Yes, honey?” 
“Happy Anniversary.” 
She smiles for real this time, her cheeks almost aching with it, “Happy Anniversary,” she replies, biting her lower lip as her smile transforms into a smirk, “Your gift better be good considering I’m giving you your second child.” 
He shakes his head at her and he laughs. Mae joins in even though she doesn’t understand what’s being said, and the sound warms Emily from the inside out. 
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June 1919
Aaron wakes up suddenly, sucking in a deep breath as he’s thrown out of a dream based in what had once been his reality. 
It takes a moment for reality to set in. For the acrid smell of gunpowder and the ever-present scent of death to dissipate, slowly replaced by the smell of home. Of his wife’s soap. 
He reaches over to her side of the bed only to be met with cool sheets. He sits up and switches on the lamp on his nightstand, unsurprised when he looks over towards the door that led to Mae’s room and sees it’s slightly open, light streaming in from underneath. 
He climbs out of bed and walks towards the room, gently pushing the door open just in case Mae was asleep. He’s met by the sight of Emily slowly pacing the room, holding Mae against her as she quietly sang a lullaby. The toddler was against Emily’s chest, her head pressing into her neck. The way Emily was holding her against her pulled her nightgown tight around her abdomen, her bump visible beneath their eldest. 
“Is she ok?” 
Emily looks up at him, a sleepy smile on her face that gives away how exhausted she is. Her first pregnancy had been tiring, but her mother had all but exiled her to her room until the gossip around her elopement had died down. It was different this time. There was Mae to look after, and events that she and Aaron couldn’t avoid even though they wanted to, and her exhaustion was almost bone-deep. 
“She woke up crying,” Emily says softly, still pacing, “I think she still feels sick.” 
Mae had picked up a cold form somewhere, unusual for the summer, and at first, it had scared her parents half to death. Both of them had needed reassurance from the doctor that their little girl hadn’t caught the flu that had been all over the papers and that she would be fine in a few days. It made the usually happy toddler grumpy, and she wanted nothing more than to be snuggled up in the arms of one of her parents. 
He walks over to them and places his hand on Mae’s forehead, “Her temperature hasn’t gone up.” 
“Thank God,” Emily mutters, “I think Doctor Reid would have thought I was crazy if I asked him to come up here again.” 
“Considering he’s about 14 years old, I think he’d manage it,” he says, catching her smile as he, as usual, joked about how young the new local doctor looked. “Want to put her down? She’s asleep.” 
Emily hesitates, a quick tightening of her hold on Mae as if he’s going to take her from her arms, “I…I don’t like leaving her when she’s sick.” 
Aaron freezes, taking a step back from them both. “When has she been sick before?” 
He hates that he has to ask, that he doesn’t know something as simple as this about his own daughter, and familiar guilt climbs its way up his throat. 
Emily stares at him for a moment before she clears her throat. She continues pacing when Mae starts to fuss even in her sleep. 
“She had colic when she was a newborn,” Emily says, avoiding his eye contact, “She was sick on and off the first 6 months of her life.” 
He frowns, his eyebrows knitting together as fury he knows she doesn’t deserve burns in his chest. 
“I was here when she was 3 months old. I was here.” 
“For two nights, Aaron,” she replies tightly, not wanting to argue with him, “She was in a good phase then.” 
He breathes out slowly, clenching his jaw tightly on the inhale to calm himself down, “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” 
She sighs and briefly presses her face into Mae’s loose curls, desperately seeking a sense of peace that she usually found in Aaron. 
“I didn’t want to worry you.” 
“Didn’t want to worry me, I’m her father.” He half shouts, his voice getting quieter throughout his sentence as if he’d forgotten briefly that there was a sleeping toddler n the room. 
“And you weren’t here, Aaron,” she says harshly, the words escaping before she can stop them, “You weren’t here and I was. And I did it all by myself.” She watches as the fight drains out of him, his face falling as her words sink in, and she sighs, tears pressing at the back of her eyes as she shakes her head. She huffs out a laugh, the sound catching on a sob, and she looks back at him, “It isn’t your fault, Aaron. But it isn’t mine either. I made decisions for our family to protect us all - you included. And I won’t apologise for that.” 
For a moment he stares at her, and for the first time, he thinks he can see the impact his absence had on the woman he loves. She looks torn open, as if memories of her time alone, a new mother wrangling a sick baby whilst her husband was fighting a war on a different continent, were haunting her. 
He steps towards her, reaching out and pulling her into a hug, Mae and their unborn child sandwiched between them. 
“I know,�� he says, kissing the top of her head, grateful when she leans further into him, “And I don’t want you to,” he pulls back just enough to look at her, his hand cupping her cheek, “It’s just…”
“Complicated,” she finishes for him, smiling sadly at him. She leans forward to briefly touch her forehead to his before her eyes meet his, “Did you have one of your dreams again?” The only answer she needs is the way he holds them a little tighter, the tension in his body saying more than he ever seemed to be able to put into words, “Come on,” she says, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Why don’t we all go and sleep in our bed?” 
Aaron doesn’t need convincing, and he follows her to their room, switching off the light in Mae’s as they leave it. She gently lays Mae on the bed before climbing in, and he follows suit. He lifts Mae onto his chest and the toddler curls up on it, her forehead against her father’s neck, and it makes him smile, the familiar weight of her against him one of the few things that could calm him. Emily curls up against his side, laying so she looks at their daughter, her eyes fixed on her little red nose, the way she looked miserable even in sleep. 
“You don’t have to do it alone anymore,” Aaron whispers as he kisses the top of Emily’s head, almost as if he was worried if he spoke too loudly the words would carry even more weight, “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.” 
It’s a promise that she knows he can’t keep. None of them could. The world seemed to be getting bigger, with endless opportunities and dangers at every turn. She could have lost him, and the worry that left behind was like a phantom, always following her. Just one step behind. 
He couldn’t promise it, not really, but the fact he meant it was enough. 
“I know.” 
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“God I hate these parties.” 
Aaron chuckles at his wife, looking around the room as he does so, “I have to admit, I always thought you exaggerated these things,” his eyes fall on his mother-in-law on the other side of the room. Elizabeth was working the crowd effortlessly as if she was made for this. On some level, the thinks, she was, “If anything you underplayed things.” 
“I told you,” she replies, rolling her eyes at him for his comment about exaggeration, “It’s all just so…false,” she grimaces, her hand pressing into her belly, mostly hidden by the cut of her dress.”
He looks down at her, “Are you ok?” 
She groans as she meets his eyes, “I feel sick again. It barely affected me when I was having Mae, this time I’ve felt awful the entire time.” 
“Do you want me to go find some tea for you, I know that helps.” 
She smiles at him, reaching out and wrapping her hand around his briefly, a small token of affection they could gift each other in the circumstances they were in. 
“That’s sweet, but you’d have to hassle Dave. And he’s busy with everything that’s going on.” 
Aaron smiles before he places his now empty glass down, “Firstly, you’re Dave’s favourite person on the planet, so he’d drop literally everything for you. Secondly, since your mother made me Head of the Estate, I’m his boss now.” 
It was something Elizabeth had decided when Aaron returned. She refused to give him his job back as caretaker and promoted him to Head of the Estate. Emily knew it was to save face with the people she knew more than anything, her daughter being married to the man in charge instead of the caretaker was an easier story to sell, but she was grateful for it. It was her mother’s way of showing she’d grown to accept her relationship and her family.
“Ok,” she concedes, her stomach rolling again, “That would be lovely actually.” 
He leaves her side with another squeeze of her hand, and she watches him go until he disappears out of sight. 
“It’s been a while, Emily.” 
She suppresses the groan that threatens to escape her as she turns her head to find Ian standing in front of her. He’d been watching her from a distance all night and had clearly waited until she was alone to approach her. 
“Ian, nice to see you,” she lies with ease, her society smile painted across her face, “Mother tells me congratulations are in order,” she says looking past him to his wife, a young woman called Chloe, “A wedding and a baby since we last saw each other. You do move fast.” 
For the first time in a long time, she’s grateful for the way she was raised. For the conversations she can have entirely in subtext, allowing her to say something without ever saying it. Ian’s face falls for a second, fury she’s sure his wife is all too familiar with flashing across his face. 
“Yes,” he replies curtly, “A son. We’ve called him Declan,” he looks her up and down, his eyes lingering on her stomach, “And I hear you’re having another one.” 
“Yes, we are, due at the start of November.” 
He chuckles, although there is no humour in it.  “Maybe one day my son can marry your daughter,” he says, smiling at Emily in a way that makes her stomach churn, “We can finally have that Doyle/Prentiss bond we missed out on.”
“My daughter’s surname is Hotchner,” she replies, staring him down, “And I’m not promising her to anyone. She can make that decision for herself when she’s old enough.” 
“Maybe it will happen naturally then.” 
“I don’t think so,” she says cooly, not letting any of her anger show despite her raging hormones, “I’ll teach her better than that.” 
He steps closer to her, clearly forgetting their surroundings, but before he can say anything, she feels a familiar hand on her back. Ian takes a step backwards, swallowing thickly as he does so. 
“Rossi is bringing your tea for you,” Aaron says, his voice tense, before he looks at Ian, “I don’t believe we’ve met officially. I’m Aaron Hotchner, Emily’s husband.” 
He puts his hand out to shake Ian’s and she watches with no small amount of Glee as he clearly squeezes Ian’s hand harder than necessary. 
“Ian Doyle,” Ian says, clearing his throat before he takes a step away from them, “I should get back to my wife,” he looks at Emily, “Always a pleasure.”
She waits until he’s gone, no longer in hearing distance when she looks at her husband, “How much of that did you hear?” 
He shrugs slightly, a smirk appearing on his face, “None of it.” 
She furrows her brows in confusion, “None of it?” 
“You guys were on my bad side,” he explains, pointing at his damaged ear, “But I knew whatever he was saying it couldn’t be good.” 
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September 1919 
“Emily, I know you were resistant to help last time-”
“And I am this time too,” she says, stopping her mother from continuing, raising an eyebrow almost to challenge her, “I’m fine.” 
“You’re about to have two children under the age of two,” Elizabeth says, staring at her daughter and son-in-law from across her desk, “And Mae is always under your feet because you insist on coddli-”
“If you tell me I’m coddling her again I’m leaving,” Emily threatens, cutting her mother off again, her temper rising. She turns to look at Aaron, his eyes soft as she meets them, and she sighs, taking a second to calm herself, frustrated that after all this time her mother was still able to get a rise out of her, “We’ll be fine Mother. Aaron’s here now and…you know I want things to be different for my children.” Elizabeth stares at her as they come to a stand-off they’d had countless times since Emily had announced her first pregnancy. Elizabeth nods, and Emily takes the chance to ask the question she’d come here to ask in the first place, “I wondered if Mae could stay with you on your side of the house when the time comes,” she says, placing her hand on her bump.
Elizabeth looks surprised and looks at Aaron, “And where will you be whilst all of this is going on?” 
Emily swallows thickly, “He’s going to be with me.” 
Elizabeth looks up at Emily, her eyebrow raised, “What do you mean?” 
“He’s going to be in the room with me when the baby is born.” 
Elizabeth sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose as she leans back in her chair, “Emily-”
“Before you tell me it’s not the done thing, I know,” she cuts over her mother, “But nothing about this has been ‘the done thing’ over the last couple of years,” she says, her irritation starting to show. Aaron reaches out and links his fingers through hers, a rare show of affection in front of her mother. She sighs, blowing out a steady breath. “He’s missed so much when Mae was small, I don’t want him to miss any of it this time. Not any of it.” 
Elizabeth looks between the two of them, shaking her head as she leans forwards, her hands linked together on her desk, “You’d have to clear it with the midwife.” 
“I have,” Emily says, “I already spoke to her about it. She was there when I had Mae and she said she’s happy for him to be there, barring any complications that would require the doctor.” 
She knows her husband well enough to know that if something did go wrong, if the doctor was called, he wouldn’t leave her side willingly. That he’d have to be dragged out of the room. She hopes it won’t be an issue, that it’s something they wouldn’t have to live through. 
They’d been through enough. 
“You’ve thought everything through,” Elizabeth quips, her eyebrow raised. 
“I always think everything through,” Emily replies, an edge of petulance entering her voice that only her mother could bring out in her. There’s a beat of silence, and then there’s laughter. Both her mother and her husband laugh in tandem, something she’s never heard before as if they are sharing a joke she isn’t privy to. “What’s so funny?” 
“Oh sweetheart,” he says, squeezing her hand as he shakes his head at her, “I love you so much, but that is the funniest thing you’ve ever said.” 
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November 1919
“I’m huge.” 
Aaron smiles at her, walking the short distance to where she was sitting on the couch they kept in the library. He hands her the book she’d requested and sits next to her. 
“You’re beautiful,” he places his hand on her stomach, smiling as the baby shifts beneath his palm, “I’ll never get over how this feels.” 
“Same,” she replies, placing her hand over his, a wistful smile on her face, “I remember when I first felt Mae moving. I didn’t really know what it was at first but when I figured it out, I’d spend hours just sitting here feeling her move,” she smiles shyly at him, “It sounds stupid, but it made me feel strangely connected to you.” 
His smile falters as it always did when she mentioned her first pregnancy, a mix of guilt and flashing in his eyes. 
“I’m sorry,” he says, something he’d said countless times since he’d come back to her, “I wish…I don’t know what I wish,” he shakes his head, smiling as their baby kicks, “I can’t wish I didn’t go because if I hadn’t you would have married someone else. Mae wouldn’t be here, and neither would this little one. But I’m sorry.”
She catches his chin and makes him look at her before she cups his cheek. Familiar love scatters across her face, wetting her cheeks like tears. 
“I think about the same thing,” she admits, smiling as he turns his head to kiss the palm of her hand, “And I never really believed in anything, you know that,” she says, smiling as fond memories of the two of them having to be separated at church, the pair prone to giggling during the sermon when they were young, “But I do believe that we were always meant to end up right here. Together.” 
“Me too,” he says, kissing her palm again. The baby kicks, hard, and he laughs, “He’s got a strong kick.” 
Over the last several months they’d gone back and forth, switching between referring to the baby as a girl or a boy as they saw fit. The closer she got to giving birth, her due date now just days away, she felt familiar nerves start to build. Concerns that people would feel disappointed if she had a daughter, a burden Emily was all too familiar with. 
“Mother seems insistent it is a boy,” she says, looking down at her belly, “I think she’ll be disappointed if it isn’t.” 
“I won’t be,” he replies simply, as if he’d been waiting for her to say something, and she looks up at him so quickly her neck hurts. 
“You won’t?” 
“Mae is a mini you, I’m imagining another little girl would be too,” he replies, shrugging one shoulder, “I’ve wanted to spend my life surrounded by you ever since we met.” 
She tries to laugh, but a sob escapes instead, and she wipes at her cheeks, “You are the corniest man on the planet, Aaron Hotchner,” she says, shaking her head at him, “And I am so lucky you’re mine.” 
He leans in to kiss her. She smiles against his lips, keeping her hand on his cheek to hold him in place. 
“I’m the lucky one.”
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“It’s a girl.”
It’s the second time she’s been told that, but it’s no less special than the first. Relief floods through her as her baby is born, her daughter, and her small cries fill the room.
“A girl?” Aaron says, his voice full of wonder, he presses a kiss to Emily’s head, holding her closer as she relaxes into him, “Did you hear that, sweetheart? Another girl.” 
“Is she ok?” She breathes out. She tries to sit up a little but Aaron holds her still. He’d been sitting behind her throughout the entire time she pushed. His chest against her back, his legs spread so she could rest as comfortably as she could against him. Her steady foundation as her body was pushed to its limit. 
“She’s perfect,” the midwife says, holding her up so they can both see her. 
“She’s so small,” Aaron says, wanting nothing more than to hold her, to protect this new life that was yet to know any of the horrors of the world. 
“Mae was smaller,” Emily says as she’s handed the baby, smiling down at her before she rests her head on her husband’s shoulder to look up at him, “Not by much. But she was.” 
“I can’t imagine her this small,” he replies, reaching out to stroke his knuckle down the newborn's face, not caring that she hadn’t been cleaned yet, “I just can’t picture it,” he looks at the time on his watch, briefly disconnecting his arm from around her, “It’s past midnight, so her birthday is November 11th.” 
He doesn’t have to say the rest, to tell her that their child had been born on the one-year anniversary of the war that had almost torn them apart had ended. The war that had brought them together. Some days, she hates that it’s such a big part of their story, that she knows that without it they wouldn’t be here, holding their newborn daughter whilst their toddler slept just down the hall under the watchful eye of her grandmother. 
“Sorry it wasn’t your birthday,” Emily breathes out, “I know you were secretly hoping for that.”
He shakes his head at her, leaning down to kiss her again, “I’m just glad she’s here and that you’re both ok.” 
She nods and smiles up at him, “Want to hold her?” 
He doesn’t need asking twice, and she gently hands over the baby, smiling as he holds her so delicately, as if she was made of glass. 
“Hi, princess,” he says, laughing through his tears as he looks at her, wanting to memorise everything he can, “You look so much like your mommy and your sister. Which means you’re beautiful, just like them.” 
Emily laughs, the sound turning into a wince as she feels a contraction coming on, “I’m definitely not beautiful right now.” 
“You’re always beautiful, especially just after you’ve given birth to our little girl,” he replies, turning his attention back to her, concern building in his chest as he watches pain flash across her face. He looks at the midwife, “Is she ok?” 
“She’s just fine, Mr Hotchner,” the midwife replies, “this is just all part of the process. You focus on that baby of yours and your wife and I will handle the rest.”  
Emily nods at him, confirming that she was fine, and he looks at his baby, who was now calm and staring up at him with wide eyes, and he feels fully at peace for the first time since he’d made the decision that changed all their lives. 
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“We need to name her.” 
It was mid-afternoon, their daughter was now half a day old, and they were curled up in bed as a family. Elizabeth had come by in the morning, delighted to meet the new addition, and if she was disappointed that she had another granddaughter, she mercifully didn’t show it. She’d left Mae with them, the toddler fascinated with her baby sister, and the four of them enjoyed their first few hours together as a family. 
“I named Mae,” Emily whispers, not wanting to wake the newborn lying on her chest, she smiles up at her husband, “You should name her.”
He looks past his wife and his newborn daughter to the toddler sleeping half on top of Emily, her head resting on the opposite shoulder to their newborn. She’d loved meeting her sister, but had refused to leave her mother’s side once she’d made it there. She’d been anxious at being separated from Emily as soon as her labour started, prolonged distance from her mother was not something that had happened very often in her short life. Aaron loved their bond, the unbreakable force of it, but in his worst moments he envied it. Fury he couldn’t direct anywhere but at himself for missing out on so much of his oldest’s life. 
He looks back at the baby and smiles, a name immediately coming to mind. 
“Daisy,” he says, stroking his finger over the baby’s cheek, marvelling at how soft her skin is.
She thinks of the day everything between them changed. How she’d sat in amongst the daisies that morning, unaware that by the end of the day, she’d be suggesting they get married. She thinks of the pressed daisy in his first letter to her, the one he had planned to leave behind with no explanation, that she now had in a frame alongside their wedding photo. A flower as simple yet as beautiful as their love for each other.
She thinks of the letters, the dozens of letters they exchanged whilst he was gone. Daisies drawn in the corners of each envelope from him. Now organised with the ones she’d send in response. A catalogue of their love together bound together with twine and the time that had passed. 
“Daisy,” Emily repeats, tasting the name in her mouth, imagining herself saying it for years to come. For the rest of her life. She smiles, her cheeks aching with it, “Daisy Elizabeth Hotchner.”
“You like it?” He asks, a shake to his voice he hadn’t expected as she nods. She reaches out for him with the hand that isn’t securing Daisy to her chest and she cups his cheek, guiding him down for a kiss. 
“I love it,” she replies, kissing him again before allowing him to pull away, “I love you.” 
“I love you too,” he says, pushing some hair behind her ear, staring at her with such adoration she thinks she should be embarrassed, but she isn’t. Because she feels the same way about him. 
They lapse into silence, a comfortable blanket laying over them, their future clear for the first time since she’d burst into his old home, anger flowing off of her like love did now. 
“Aaron?” She says quietly, and he looks at her, his eyes meeting hers as he pulls her and therefore their daughters into his arms, making sure he has all of his girls in his embrace. 
“Yes, sweetheart?”
She smiles at him, the mischief he had fallen in love with as a boy flashing through her eyes and he knows what she’s going to say a second before she says it. 
“You know daisies are weeds, right?” 
Aaron shakes his head, an amused smile breaking over his face. He kisses her, putting all the love he can into it, knowing he could live one hundred years and never be able to put it into words. 
She always said he’d saved her. From a marriage she didn’t want with a man she could never love, from the life her mother had always forced on her. But she’d saved him. Gave him a reason to make it home, a beacon of light to guide him even in the darkest of moments. 
They’d saved each other, and he knew they’d spend the rest of their lives doing the very same. 
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Okay. I have to know. What is word on the wind what is a young wizard?
OH ANON YOUVE DONE IT NOW <333 (made my DAY ACTUALLY. I LOVE YOU AND IF YOU READ ALL OF THIS I LOVEYOU EVEN MORE)
so word on the wind is. a novelization/dramatization of the plot of 2008 mmorpg Wizard101, a game in which you play a normal child/teen isekai-ed into a Spiral of magical worlds to learn how to do spells at the Ravenwood School of Magical Arts. along the way you have adventures such as: save the world! become increasingly estranged and isolated from your peers and teachers! Actually End A Man's Life! experience the horrors of war!
if you know me at all you know my number one passion is Making Things Way Deeper And More Narratively Coherent/Satisfying Than They Need To Be (power rangers 2017 my beloved) so while wizard101 is a fun silly game for folks of all ages i was like HEY. what if we took the Powerful Old Wizard Sends Child To Do Horrific Bidding thing really seriously (obviously i am nowhere near the first person to do this i mean i dont really read a lot of w101 fic but it does exist). anyways the Thing that sets wotw apartTM is that i picked three fellow student NPCs that exist only in the first world* and decided that they get to be the protag's friends and party for the rest of the plot! (based off the real mechanic where you can join fights with up to 3 other people bc its an mMorpg. i made sure their party build was good. i made SURE.)
so word on the wind is, in short: Madeline "Mae" Simmons/Starcatcher (the Headmaster gave her a Wizard Name) and her three friends (Duncan Grimwater, Ceren Nightchant, Regina Flametalon) go on adventures, save the worlds, bond over gained trauma, do real life murder, and fall in love (gay people<3).
fun little encapsulation of the Implications Being Taken Seriously: initially, the protag's name is coded into the dialogue, but after a little bit, i guess kingsisle got lazy? or something, because everyone gradually starts calling them Young Wizard. and thus that is how the protag is referred to in fandom. cool and useful but also super depersonalizing!
gay people snippet under the cut bc this post is so long already i am so sorry:
A girl stormed past us, red cape whipping behind her.
I watched as she paced across the length of the grass before dropping down on the ground, right behind a park bench, burying her head in her hands. Ceren’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. I tilted my head to the side, like, do you know her? But he just sort of stared at me, confused.
“Well, come on,” I said, clamoring to my feet. “Maybe we can help.”
We made our way across the court. When we got close enough, I could see the girl’s shoulders were shuddering, as if she was having trouble breathing. As we approached, she startled, jerking her head up. Her face was round, with wide, shiny eyes, and dark skin streaked with tears. Cherry red coils of hair fell down to her shoulders. 
She took in a quick breath, wiping her face with the sleeves of her pumpkin orange robe. “Hi,” she said, voice wobbling. “Um—can I help you?”
I blinked. “I guess I was gonna ask you the same thing.” I knelt down on the seat of the bench, folding my arms across the backrest. “We’ll leave if you want to be alone, but… are you okay?”
The girl’s lip quivered. She let out a full-body sigh, shifting her crossed legs. “No,” she said, finally, with a small shake of the head. “I’m trying to finish this engineering assignment for Professor Baelstrom, but the golems in that tower stole my materials.” As she talked, her voice picked up, in speed, volume, and panic. “I really need those back, if he finds out I’ve lost them then I’ll fail the project, and Professor Falmea won’t let me do any more interschool studies, and I’ll flunk out of the Academy and have to live beneath the theater on Firecat Alley doing tech for those crazy elves to pay rent—”
“Woah, slow down,” I said, climbing off the bench to crouch next to her, hands held stiffly up like I was FBI Agent Dr. Spencer Reid trying to soothe a traumatized shotgun wielder. I swallowed, and tried to think of anything useful to say. What I came up with was: “Hey, at least you’ve got a backup plan.”
She laughed, but it sounded a little crazed. “Yeah. I have backup plans for everything. Except, apparently, golems stealing my steam capacitor.”
“When did they grab it from you?” Ceren asked, from behind me. His head was tilted slightly in puzzlement. “I’ve never seen them outside of the tower.”
The girl pursed her lips. “I was stupid,” she said, morose. “I thought I could grab some Enchanted Wood off of the smaller wooden golems, instead of paying Elmer for it, but they were a lot stronger than I’d imagined. They knocked me out, took my equipment.” Her breathing was becoming rapid, again, hands fiddling anxiously with the ends of her sleeves. “I don’t even like musicals! When I was ten Professor Greyrose made me play the wicked witch in a small schoolwide production and I forgot all of my lines, it was so embarrassing—”
“We’ll help you get your stuff back,” I blurted.
She looked up at me with wide, wet eyes. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah,” Ceren chimed in, reaching a hand out. “Those golems won’t stand a chance against the three of us.”
The girl examined Ceren’s outstretched hand for a moment before grasping it, letting herself be pulled up. I scrambled to my feet, brushing the grass off of my knees. “I’m Regina,” she introduced.
“Mae,” I responded, bouncing lightly on my toes. “And this is Ceren.” Ceren gave a little half-wave. “Should we head right in, or do you need a minute?”
Regina took a deep breath in, setting her shoulders. Her expression was dead serious. “I’m ready.”
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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years
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could you tell us how Beau and Bunny told their parents that they were doing to have a baby?
Beau and Bunny, and they're baby bunny 🥺 I did also say that Birdie Mae was not the daddies and LP's first grandbaby, even though Beau and Bunny were together the longest. Those two really did enjoy just being a couple for ten years. And Beau is a saver. He wanted to make sure they didn't get in a bind by having kids, and wanted the cabin completely finished.
🖤🖤🖤🖤
Little Chickadee
Summary: Beau and Arleigh are finally pregnant
Pairings: Beau X Arleigh
Rating: mild
Warnings:  language, PIV sex, unprotected sex, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.2K
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Beau watches as his wife rides over top of him. Every morning, she wakes him with a smile, and a good morning dick ride. Her always being the first one awake, and if his cock is hard, she is riding on top of him.
His hands smooth all over her body as he watches her. Throwing the need for safe sex out the window months ago. Deciding after a decade together it was time. Time for them to make a baby. And he hopes he gets a little ray of sunshine just like his Bunny.
Even when she’s doing something so nasty, it looks perfectly innocent. Perfectly pure and full of love. Beau figured it’s about time to let his wife know that she was getting fuller in her tits. Even when her body goes from bouncing on him to a slow grind, he sees the tiny little swell of her stomach. And he can’t get enough of his tiny Bunny.
The typical just nipple tits that now have enough for him to bite, and even her skin was absolutely radiant. He gives her belly a soft rub, and she lets out a choked sigh. “Bun?”
“You see it too, huh?”
“Arleigh,” he whispers. She all but stops and Beau, flips the two of them around, and he cages her. Petting around her face, he starts peppering kisses all over her. Trying to count her freckles with his lips. “This is what we wanted.”
“I know…but I…it’s always been just us. And now we’re bringing in someone new, and everything is gonna change.”
“You are getting in your head, mama,” Arleigh laughs, despite her tears. “It’s time. We wanted kids. And it’s time, whether we want it or not. Which we do. We’ve planned this,” his hand moves gently up and down her neck soothing her, and she nods.
“Now we’ve just got to tell our parents.”
“My parents are going to be ecstatic. Mom keeps asking me when your little self is gonna be pregnant. Dad wants a baby so bad. Your parents? I think I’m gonna be sick that day.”
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“You know,” Beau starts staring at his in laws house. “We can just wait until the baby is born, and then tell them.”
Arleigh gives her husband a playful smack, and giggles. Her nose scrunching up with laughter, and he can’t help but to capture her lips with his. “It won’t be that bad.”
“I still try to pretend that we don’t have sex. They have all seen us. And I…why did we need so many windows and no curtains? That…my sweet Bunny, was not smart. I’ve almost died from your dad like five hundred times.”
“Oh, hush,” Arleigh opens the door, and waits on Beau. Grabbing each other’s
hands she almost skips to the house, even if Beau is still nervous.
Throughout dinner you were constantly looking at her. That was your youngest baby, and you had her memorized. You also knew they were actively trying to have a baby. A girl as tiny as Arleigh, you saw every change. And the biggest change was her boobs, because she actually had some.
Her body always draped in something flowy, gave nothing away on her stomach, but her need to not wear a bra, showed everything. And even the fact she had more than just nipples.
Even Ari gave you a knowing glance. And it also was blatantly obvious when they wanted dinner alone. But it was your other daddy that surprised you. Putting his fork down he leans over the table looking between Beau and Arleigh, “Go ahead and spit it out.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Arleigh smiles at one of her biggest supporters.
“The hell you don’t. Beau can’t quit smiling and looking at you, and normally he’s side eyeing me. You haven’t stopped touching him. So, tell me my sweet daughter…did you get another animal.”
“Daddy,” you groan looking at him. “Seriously?”
“I’m just saying, they can tell us right away they got chickens, ducks, and goats, but heaven forbid they tell us that they’re finally having a baby,” Arleigh gives Beau a quick look before looking back at her dad. “That is what you’re doing right?”
She nods smiling so big looking at him. “You two have been together forever, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner, considering he can’t keep his hands off of you.”
“Dad!” Arleigh whines, Ari gives the two of them the biggest smile, but Curtis gets up to give his baby Bunny a kiss to the top of her head.
“Sweetheart, you two are going to be the best parents. And you’re going to love that sweet little thing that you’ve got growing in your nest. I’m proud of you, both of you.”
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Telling Beau’s parents was a completely different beast. The two of them had practically begged for a baby for years. Both of them talking with Beau and Arleigh separate and together.
So when they had invited Beau’s parents for a day at the farm, just showing them the new additions, Frank was no dummy. He could watch his son’s face and how he struggled to be away from Arleigh. How his hands were always resting on her stomach, and even the few times he gives it a little squish with his hand.
But watching his wife try and figure it out, was the highlight of his day. His wife loved kids, adored them, and he had apologized daily that they didn’t have more kids, especially since Beau made them wait so long for grandchildren.
So when it took Beau obnoxiously rubbing over Arleigh’s belly, trying to round out the growing bump as much as possible, and his mom still didn’t notice, Frank had to chuckle. Beau even kept saying baby over and over again, and she still didn’t get it.
“Mom, you see that window right there?” he points at the window closest to their own room, and she nods. “I’m thinking that we’re going to turn that room into a baby’s room.”
“Well, you better knock Bunny up then. It’s about damn time. I have been waiting,” Beau holds Arleigh’s belly over her dress, and his mom finally sees that tiny little bump. “No. No, baby, you…is there…we’re gonna be grandparents.”
“You already were. Iris has given you…”
“But that…that will really be mine,” Frank’s green blue eyes look at his wife, when he realizes exactly how much this means to her. His arms wrap around her tightly and he gives Beau the biggest smile.
“There’s a real baby in there?”
“Yeah,” Arleigh steps closer, “you wanna feel it?”
“Oh,” her hand drifts over on the belly and she remembers when she was the one telling Frank that she was expecting Beau. Her beautiful, handsome boy that she was so proud of. “Do you know what it is?”
“A human,” Arleigh giggles. “We’ll find out on delivery day. And the little chickadee is healthy, and moving.”
Sugarplum wipes her steady flowing tears, before smiling at her son and Arleigh, “Oh this thing is going to be so cute and beautiful. If you need a babysitter, Pummy can do it. Or if you just need food, I’m here. It’s about time. I thought I was gonna die before you ever gave me babies.”
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damelucyjo · 10 months
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Okay. I think I’ve calmed down enough. I’ve done the ironing listening to Films To Be Buried with. I’m in a better mood. So let’s give this rewatch a go so I can pretend most of it never happened!
Episode 12 - So Long, Farewell
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I will say, one thing I love (as a Brit that has to be involved in football in some way) is that this show got so many ‘real’ football people involved. It’s a shame it was all men though…
Ooo Rebecca, looking for as always 😏 that robe is a gorgeous colour
Is that headline indicating Bex kicked Rupert out?? Good on ya, girl! 💪🏼
Exactly. Shut up Thierry
‘Morning, Rebecca’ ‘Morning, Ted’ WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO US 😫😫
Heavily implying they slept together. Why else would they be so awkward around each other?? 🤔
The fake out was cruel, but the introduction of Beard is brilliant
And what the actual fuck are you wearing Brendan?! 😂 To be that comfortable around your boss 😂
Okay but now I really want to see what the night before was like. Also why are Beard & Jane at Rebecca’s? Why not go to Jane’s?? 🤔
Also was there really an emergency? Or does Beard know there could be something between Ted & Rebecca and needed them to spend real time outside of work together??? If so you’re a genius, my friend!
Yes, Rebecca. Don’t talk about it. That way it’s not happening 👍🏼
GET YOUR BARE ARSE OFF HER COUNTER!! 😂 it’s kinda like a car crash; you know you shouldn’t look but you can’t look away either 😂
Poor Mina 😂 Rebecca, I hope you pay her a ridiculous amount of money
‘Those ropes are not garbage. Some of it’s dirty on purpose’ they sure are an interesting couple 😂
God Hannah’s pretty. And Jason looks very cute 🥰
YYEEAAAHHHH!
I absolutely love how over the top all these boys are with things
He’s the assistant kit man 🥺 I actually love that. Not so much that this is the first times it’s mentioned though…
‘I was just the only one that was snoring’ 😜 Jamie putting extra money in the box, how far you’ve come 🥰
Okay the tears have started again. I’m gonna miss these boys so much!! 🥹🥹🥹
I wish they had shown Keeley scaring Roy. That’d’ve been hilarious
‘… stuff’ 😂😂😂
She shredded his passport 👀
‘I won’t take it out, but I’m happy to tell you you’re wrong’ love the confidence, Trent 👌🏼
It’s a real shame it’s taken until the last episode to see Keeley doing press for the club again 🙁 I’ve missed the scenes between these three
‘Juicer, the better. Safe save’ he’s such a gossip 😂
Exactly. Fuck Rupert. Why waste breath on him
She truly is living in denial! She’s finding it very hard and everyone knows 🥺 Poor Rebecca
WE’RE NEVER GOING TO GET TO SEE THEM ALL BEING SILLY TOGETHER AGAIN 😫
The shock on their faces! 😮
Final spit take & ‘fuck me’ call back 🫡
Nobody is handling them leaving well 🫠
This is incredibly cute though 🥹 their little smiles
ROY MOUTHING ALONG!! My heart 🥰🥰
Everyone in the stands joining in on the final goodbye 🥲 I’m fully crying
Oop a ‘perfect’ call… forward? Foreshadowing?? 🤔
So who told everyone ‘Now react as if we’ve just won the whole fucking thing’ 😂
‘Love those boots’ cause we need to stereotypically remind everyone Trent is gay 🫣
Just call back after call back in this episode 🫡
They’re friends now 🥹 my little heart
‘I really am exceptional’ yes you are, Deborah!
Rebecca, even your mum knows it’s more than a big deal to you that Ted is leaving. So much so that he’s equating it to him dying…
She just wants her daughter to be happy 🥲🥺 am I crying again? Have I even stopped??
See, I love their relationship now! Another thing we’ve not gotten to see much of 😢
Deborah & Mae bestie era WE NEVER GOT TO FUCKING SEE. I’m gonna flip a table 🫠
These three have been amazing to watch too. They so easily could have been throw away characters, but they’re not. They’re wonderful
But she ain’t your mother, boys 😂
Oh she did not like being called their grandmother 😂😂 Harriet, nicely done
So we’ve been cheated out of seeing Dame Harriet Walter skateboard. Rude.
The outrage!! 😂
He’s proud of him 🥹 here comes the tears again
Mentioning the video was a low blow, Jamie
‘If you go, I go’ 🥺🥹🫡
She truly thought about what they could do to get him to stay. Told him if he goes, she goes. That if she sells 49% of the club she could pay him a lot more, but nowhere near what he’s worth… fully outright asks him to please stay… and he gives her nothing. Certainly was a choice, Jason 🙄
Hannah is giving a masterclass in this scene, though
And he couldn’t even tell her she shouldn’t sell?? Wtf is up with that??
‘More like Drink, Sleep, Fuck’ 😂 I wanna watch that show!
Of course they beat the shit out of each other over Keeley. Good on you girl for sending them both packing!! 💪🏼 at least they know they’re idiots 😂
I actually love this scene between Nate & Ted. It felt like a great ending to their story. He’s getting to see Ted’s forgiveness first hand. Beautiful.
Oh, look! The rom-com couple 👀
A call back to the tickets under country women 🫡 My Wynonna Judd loving heart is soaring at this mention! A lovely nod to her for her contribution to Thundergong. Also this episode (if it hadn’t been pushed back 3 hours) would have been released on her birthday! 🥳
And I am happy to see whatshisface back too… genuinely can’t remember the characters name… JOHN! 🫣😂 also he’s not a Richmond fan. Why is he there??
Shut up, Jake
SHARON!!!!!!!!!!! 🥰
Yes, Ted, it doesn’t make sense. But we don’t question it!
‘You’re stuck with us, buddy’ but not really, cause you’re leaving. Arsehole.
‘Can I be a diamond dog’ 🥺 boys, he really needs help 🥺 and he’s actually asking for it for once 🥹 well done, Roy
I’d have liked just one scene of the guys in the changing rooms reaction to that lot barking 😂
You’re still you because you don’t need to change, Roy. You don’t need to be someone better. You just need to learn to speak up more. Talk about things with others. That’s it, babes!
Okay, now that shimmy was also kinda perfect 😂
Of course he got George to be his new coach.
Okay, question (if you read this); why now all the negative press against Rupert when it’s nearly the same as when he broke up with Rebecca?? Is the fact that the affair came out as sexual misconduct instead the only real difference? Why such a shock when he’s been in the press for the same thing before?? Another thing that doesn’t make sense to me 🤷🏻‍♀️
Tony showing wonderfully that being Rupert in public is him ‘playing a part’. God, I love this man
Good on you, Rebecca, for showing him he really doesn’t get to you anymore. I’m so proud of you!
And Ellie Taylor 🫡 I do not like Sassy, but you’re amazing, babes!
I completely missed Barbara holding up her hand for a high five and Rebecca just waving at her the first time I watched this!! 😂😂😂
She’s into violence, and I think that’s perfect. Barbara is possibly the only addition to this season that they got spot on. I love her!! How of that is down to Katy though, I don’t know…
😂 Mary’s reaction
Why bring up Zava again? This really wasn’t needed 🫢
‘Zorro’ was too easy 😂
As an ex Irish dancer of nearly 29 years I’m going to take that Michael Flatley mention purely for me. Sorry guys ✌🏼😜😂
Yes, this video made me as much of a mess as it made the 😫😫😫 oh, shirt indeed
SHUT UP, JAKE!
Another nice callback to Nate knowing what the notifications means 🫡
Nice goal, Chip 😉😂
‘Shut your butts and sit your mouths down’ made me chuckle both times I’ve seen this now 😂
Another tear inducing speech 🥲 I’m gonna miss you too, Ted
I know it’s to make a point, but how did he forget the sign wasn’t there?? You just had a conversation about it, man. Are you really that for gone?? 🫣
It had to be either Sam or Jamie to start off the Believe sign pieces 🫡
And they were all in the most perfect of places! Behind Sam’s inspiration, in Jamie’s book, Issac’s armband, Colin’s shinguard 🥹🥹
Another sweet moment between Nate & Ted
So is number 4 that their belief can be broken, but together they can put it back together again?? If so it’s brilliant! (I can’t remember what 1, 2 & 3 were 😂)
‘I know folks like to say ‘There’s no place like home.’ That’s true. Man, there ain’t a whole lot of places like AFC Richmond either’ SO DON’T LEAVE THEN, TED!! 🫠
Miss after Miss after miss 😂 this game would go fine in history if it were real! 😂
Sharon is me throughout this match 😂
Ooo Rupert is falling apart 🫢😏
Allowing Issac to take the penalty, showing they all know it’s just a game. Like Colin said ‘it’ll be fun’ 🥹
SHUT. UP. JAKE! 😂
He broke the fucking net!! 😂😂 nice one, Issac!!
Oh he’s really mad!! And Rebecca is confused… why is she paying him any attention, honestly!
Sharon really is me watching football 😂
Hitting John in the face - brilliant. But as I said before, since when has he been a Richmond fan?! Am I forgetting something?? 🤔
Fucking Barbara absolutely loving it 😂😂😂
Here he comes, Emperor Palpatine 🫣 and he is not happy!
Another callback!! Someone get this man some longer shorts! 😂
Dude… to fall apart like that in front of that many people 🫠
I’ve already written about this, but Rupert walking off the pitch breaks my heart. Tony made Rupert so human 😢
Ted just now knowing the offside rule enough to pick up on it when both Beard & Roy don’t?? YOU SHOULD NOT BE LEAVING, TED!! How many more times do I have to tell you?? 🙄
And an offside payout callback 🫡
Had to bring it full circle by asking Nate for his opinion and using his play 🫡
A hilarious call back for Jamie too!! 😂 bet Phil had fun with that
And the quiet mention of Barbecue Sauce 🥹🫡
Of course they won right at the last moment
Sharon! 😂 glad we got to see something more from Sarah! We’ve never seen Sharon this animated!!
And a jump into the arms! 🥲🫡 As a solid lover of the callbacks I’m incredibly great full for the amount we’ve had this episode
Have the fans storm the pitch but don’t use it as an excuse to get Rebecca down there? Huge wasted opportunity!!
Colin kissed his boyfriend!! 🥹🥰
And he did his celebration dance from the pilot 🥹🫡 we love to see it
Oh she’s so emotional 🥰
Had to pause of this Sun cover - Rupert’s out, Kakes is going on Lust Conquers All and Bex got a book deal 👍🏼 nice one, ladies!
Of course he had to grab a copy of the paper that had her photo on it 😏
Then we get a Zava returns, Shandy’s doing great, and a Marcus Rashford Beano 🥹 the work that goes into this show is incredible!
And a rule of 3 with the ussie kid! 🫡 but did he forget he’s met him before or??
‘Wicked’ ‘Kinky Boots’ 🥺 I’m gonna miss these
So was she not going to make a fuss if he hadn’t happened to have seen her?? And why have her turn around right as he notices her?? Why do they do these things?! 😫
She’s sticking around because you told her without words you don’t want her to go with you, mate. She didn’t want to talk about it before, but apparently neither did you!
Not the ‘club matriarch’ 🤢
Like… I really am confused. There’s so much Jason & Hannah put into their performances that speak volumes, and yet the words they speak contradict it all. What I get from this ‘thank you’ moment is that both of them have so much they want to say but won’t. Or can’t. Kills me
And those tears are purely Hannah. You can’t tell me otherwise 🥺
MAYBE I AM STILL ANGRY ABOUT THINGS! How can you have a woman in front of you, holding back tears as fiercely as she is, and not say anything. If you’re so confident you’re making the right decision why aren’t you trying to reassure her. Comfort her. I-
Good God Hannah is so pretty when she cries 🫠
He’s on the plane asking his best friend if it really was the best decision to leave. Showing he’s really not sure if he’s making the right choice. Beard got off the plane, Ted (award worthy performance I might add) and so could you.
A great fake out would have been if it seemed like he was leaving, but didn’t. Cut to him in the airport watching the plane take off. Or he arrives in Kansas but tells Henry he can’t stay. Yes, I’m bitter. Leave me alone.
How long was she in that airport for her to be completely fine now??
Baby Rebecca!!
And Boat Man! Who I will admit looks great in that pilot uniform 😏 Well done, Rebecca 😂
He gets her name but we don’t get his? Rude.
Omg she gifted them snow gloves! The Barbara effect!! 🥰
KBPR… Keeley Barbara Public Relations?? I like it!
Roy as the new manager, as he should 🫡
Aww, the little photo and sign from Phoebe 🥰
Sam on the Nigerian team is a little wtf. Did Edwin change his mind about Sam? Did the breakdown of the Super League make him wash his hands with football completely?? THESE ARE THE THINGS I NEED ANSWERS TO!! 👀
Aww, Jamie & his dad 🥰
Everyone at the Higgins’ for a BBQ 👀
Dutch man’s daughter and Phoebe playing together is cute, though
The boys having one share in the club 🥰
Mae having a whole stack 😂
Hey, it’s Shannon! Nice callback to have her be the one to show at Trent’s signing 🫡
‘The Richmond Way’ 🥰 ‘A very brief forward by Roy Kent’ 😂
AFC Richmond Woman’s Team 👀 This is the spin-off!! it’s not a want, it’s a need!!
And Sharon’s back at the club?? SINCE WHEN?! I just-
But Roy getting help from the Head of Mental Health & Emotional Well-Being. Well done, Roy. 🫡
I’m also incredibly happy Beard is still with the club, too 🥰
Nate on Roy’s shoulders 😂 made me chuckle
The fixed sign 🥹
COULD HAVE ENDED THE SHOW THERE!! Just saying
But no, had to show Beard marrying his abusive, pregnant girlfriend 🙄 I really hope for his sake they just didn’t show that she’s really calmed down and we just didn’t see it. LIKE SO MUCH ELSE! 🫢
WHY WASN’T TED AT HIS BEST FRIENDS WEDDING?!?! 📢📢📢
Everyone with their partners 🥹 or both partners in Dani’s case 😂
And how wonderful to see the couple who helped Beard on his crazy night out with their baby 🥰 I actually love that he apparently kept in touch with them 🥰
But Ted’s asleep on the plane… 👀 Ted doesn’t sleep on planes… was that montage all his dream?? SO MANY UNANSWERED FUCKING QUESTIONS!!!
Henry & Michelle didn’t go get him from the airport?? Thought his son was desperate to have his dad back??
So are they implying he’s back in his unhappy life he left?? Okay…
He basically became one of the biggest names within English Football for what he did, and now he’s just coaching his son’s soccer team?? Like…🤷🏻‍♀️ more questions for my list…
That did not seem like. Happy guy at the end… 🫤
Okay, apparently Dutch man is called Matthijs and his daughter is called Jelka. Good to know! Would have been nice if it wasn’t left to the credits to teach me that… 🫣
Woah. Okay. I honestly don’t know that I’ll ever be able to watch that episode again in it’s entirety. There were many things I loved about it, but also things that I didn’t. And whilst I felt the same about many other episodes, I did expect more for the season finale. Why did him leaving seem to everyone like they were never going to talk again?? Did they all agree to never stay in contact??
But I do know that it didn’t ruin the show as a whole for me 👍🏼 I’ll just stay living in my delusional TedBecca fantasy land they built for me 😉
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Right well apparently there’s a waiting list to create an AO3 account which I was not aware of oops lol. I’ll post my scribblings here for the time being I think? This feels very cringe but also being cringe is being free so in fact this feels very freeing
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Beatrice sat down in her chair facing Mae.Same old plastic chairs,same avoidant stares.
“What did you call me for?” She asks.
“We need to talk” ,answers Mae
“Mae,I run a business,practically by myself,might I add,I’m really not thrilled at the idea of spending the little free time I have constantly trying to comfort you. You’re an adult for fuck’s sake,why can’t you behave like one for once.”
Her words lacerated Mae but no reaction came from her,she never expected this to be easy,she knew it would hurt but she also knew that this was the only way to move forward.
She stood firm,looked up straight at Bea and opened her mouth in retaliation. 
“Why do you treat me the way you do?When I came back here I never expected things to turn out the way they did.We used to be such good friends,what happened?”
“What happened was that you came back to this place even more childish than you left it;you destroy everything in your path Mae,and you do it with no regard to those you hurt.”
“I – you can’t just go and say that Bea! You don’t know anything about what’s happening in my life, about what’s happening in my head!”
“Damn you and your fucking head! You had the opportunity of a lifetime, you got to go where no one in this dead end town could, you could’ve made a life for yourself out there, and you decided to give it all up because of some nostalgia? Because you missed your friends? Because living alone was too hard? Some of us don’t get the chance to sit down when we’re tired, some of us don’t get to live in our little teenage fantasies forever Mae. Why is it so hard for you to understand why I’d be jealous?”
“You’re… jealous?”
“Mae, how could I be anything but jealous? I constantly excelled in school, went to shit like math camp, put everything into my education only to end up as a nobody who runs a hardware store in a dying town all because of my mother’s death; all the while I had to come to terms with the fact that I would probably never go to college and never leave this godforsaken place. Just imagine, imagine living through all that and having to watch someone you used to know, parking lot trash, borderline criminal, doing jack with their life, getting to go to college, getting to experience life away from Possum Springs, the parties, the people, the freedom…”
Beatrice took a deep breath.
“...and then one day they just choose to throw it all away. Just. Imagine.”
“Bea– I’m– I never knew about your mother… I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think about how you would’ve felt about my decision to quit…”
“Okay, first off, you knew about my mother, I told you about it. Maybe you just didn’t think it important enough to remember. Second, of course you didn’t think about how the people around would feel about your decision, because that’s what you do Mae, you act without even taking a moment to think before you do. I can’t even begin to think about how your parents must feel.”
The words hit Mae like bricks were being thrown at her, everything that Bea was saying was correct, she did act without thinking, she did act without considering how others would feel. But she had her own side of the story to tell. Among all the morbid reality Bea was throwing her way, Mae genuinely wanted to believe that her actions and lack of judgement were not fueled solely by selfishness, that maybe, just maybe, there was something deeper that had pushed her to act as she did. She felt like she wanted to cry,like tears were ready to pour out of her eyes at any moment;her throat was aching, her fingers were sore from all the fidgeting.
But she didn’t give up, if Mae had decided to invite her friend to the party barn to talk, it was to make a change, to fix whatever had gone awry in their relationship, to be better.
“Bea… I’ve been having these recurring dreams, these dreams of ancient gods and untold tales, these dreams where I bash things into the ground, these dreams where I swing and jump to the rhythm of astral music. And right when I started having these dreams, things in my life just went wrong, everything in this world was slanted and had lost all its meaning. I couldn’t see a person as a person, only as an amalgamation of shapes. 
It’s like something inside me just broke…”
Bea was listening silently as Mae tried to explain her side of the story,she was devout to demonising Mae after everything she had done but couldn’t help but feel a sort of empathy for the teary eyed cat standing in front of her. Something deep inside her was telling her that she had maybe jumped to conclusions too soon regarding Mae’s situation…
“...And these dreams came in waves, Bea, sometimes I would have them for weeks at a time and nothing would feel real during those times, sometimes they would disappear; if just for a short while the world felt right again for a bit, like someone had pushed a lopsided picture frame to be straight again. 
Do you… do you remember the incident from six years ago? I don’t want to go into details because I’m sure you already know all about it; hell, this whole town does, but that happened during one of my dreaming phases. It was worse than usual, way, way worse. Things started out relatively normal when the softball game began, I was half there mentally but when the whistle rang everything went black and when my eyes reopened I was beating Andy senseless. You could ask me a thousand times and I wouldn’t be able to tell you how it came down to that, how my balled up fists were mercilessly landing on an innocent boy’s face.
I was sent to see Dr.Hank after the incident, he said something really vague about me anchoring myself in reality through anger. Frankly I don’t remember half the bullshit that bootleg of a doctor told me.”
Beatrice’s brow dropped,she could feel the anger leaving her body,she knew how this was going to end.
“Well, Mae, to me it just sounds like you’ve got problems, and that maybe… you needed better treatment than what Dr.Hank gave you. But um… What does this have to do with what we were discussing earlier?”
“Bea, the dreams never stopped… not after that incident, not after any fit of anger, not after the countless visits to Dr.Hank… 
I just grit my teeth and kept on living that way,trying to endure the dissociative phases with the least damage possible and making the most of my “normal” phases. I was a thrashing machine, I – I wouldn’t be surprised if my parents were secretly glad to see me leave because of all the weight I was putting on their shoulders.
When I left for college I… I really tried to make a life for myself, to not let myself get beaten by my own condition, but ultimately nothing helped, I was having my worst episodes yet and people looked less and less like actual people and more like shapes..
Shapes…  that’s the only constant in this story, everything and everyone becoming a scribble of shapes.
One thing led to another and I started isolating myself from people,refusing to face the admixtures that everyone had become. ‘Goes without saying that I stopped showing up to classes too, I lived a pathetic, miserable life. Sometimes I didn’t eat for days, sometimes I ate days worth of food in one sitting. Bea, what other choice did I have? I could only come back home. It's the only place where I could get unconditional love,care and support for my condition, where I could find my old friends, where I could try to get better before actually starting my education. At least that’s what I told myself, but we can both see how that turned out. My own mom isn’t talking to me right now and one of the few people I wanted to count on just keeps beating me down with words and making me feel guilty for the choices I had to make for my health.”
Beatrice sat shocked following the wall of information she had just listened to. Mae was counting on her? Why would Mae count on someone like her? How dare Mae count on her? Thoughts were racing in her mind, she struggled to form a coherent sentence in her own head.
“Mae, I’m… I’m so sorry. I knew you had issues but I never thought it would get that bad, I never thought it would get to a point where it would jeopardise your education and change the course of your life… I’m not sure what I should say, jumped to conclusions, and for that I can’t do anything but apologise. I was so keen on hurting you, my own shortcomings didn’t become apparent to me…”
“I think we were far too caught up in our little worlds to understand what was going on in each other’s lives, Bea, and for that I could never be angry at you, not only because you are dear to my heart but also because I was doing exactly the same. We both walked like titans and destroyed everything in our paths… it’s okay Bea, I could never hold a grudge against you. I only need to ask… do you forgive me?
Without another word being said Beatrice leapt forward and took Mae into her arms, hugging her as if to never let go, hoping this moment would last forever. 
“Mae, of course I forgive you… I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it, I. forgive. you.
Mae could hear her friend shedding heavy tears,she hugged Bea back and held her just as tight, basking in this intimate embrace.
“I missed you BeaBea”
“I missed you too Maeday”
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I'm finally starting on Wattpad! So here's the Prologue and Chapter One for you! 💕
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PROLOGUE
I'm striding down all alone past the streets of my university. I stop for a while as I saw the bridge I'm about to cross. When the air started to rush through my ears, I clenched my fist holding the first and maybe the last letter from her, and I started to cry like a stupid kid. The streets started to get gloomy and as I walk through, the lights are finally switching on and even though that's happening, I still feel that I'm surrounded by darkness, seems like my heart was about to slip and it makes me weaker than I felt when she said goodbye exactly where I'm standing in.
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I open the letter once again, reading the last note saying: "To the treacherous place I have been, I never knew that will also be my safest haven and maybe that is because I'm with you."
"Huh," I said to myself while smiling like a crazy person switching his emotions for a minute or second. I started to touch the paper, smiles again while my tears are still streaming down to my face. Maybe I am insane like what she always talks about when we argue, to the point that I am also crazy over her. I must admit that to myself.
I turn my head up, keep the letter in my pocket and I swiftly ran towards the people passing by. I run and run and run until I almost lost my breath. I stop for a while and I suddenly become the person I used to know, I mean that she used to know.
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"IF I AM YOUR SAFEST PLACE THEN YOU CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT ME, IDIOT!" I roared and started to walk away and never look out for those people who are staring at me.
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I'll post Chapter 1 to 3 soon! You may catch up on Wattpad!
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TURNING TRIALS INTO TRIUMPHS
In the world that full of challenges there are people who experienced misfortune, but we cannot hide from it, it is like a stained on your shirt or even a woven threads, you need a scissors just to cut the embedded bad luck. My name is Jairah Mae O. Tadia, 17 yrs old. A girl who experienced discrimination, bullying, being avoided and isolation. The challenges that mae me brave, gives me strength, build my confidence. It is crazy right? But this challenges molded my resilience and shaped my personality
Growing up, i was experienced being bullied and my family faced financial struggles that is why i came up to helping them by selling ice candy to our whole community. It was a very hot weather. I heard laughing of the children playinf some outdoors activities. There was an envy in my heart since i want to play with them but i need to hurry up because the ice candy on my ice box was cannot keep the cold enough. I was started to cry, because i saw the children playing gun and they shot my ice box; my whole body was trembling. I dont know what to do, i was scared, how can i sell ice candy if it is melted. Then my parents taught me to never give up and the value of resilience and preseverance.
As i started school, i tried to join and participate on gymnastic, although i dont know how to be flexible, i keep on practicing like what others says "practice makes the action perfect" even i dont have that confidence to do what others can do. Then i heard laughing at my back then say that "si Jairah oh! Parang bolang natalbog" After i heard those words i immediately burst into tears. As i turned back i was shocked because i saw my adviser. She was supposed to support me but i know that i cannot please people to like me. I tried to be calm ans smiles as a respond. In a past few months and years my classmates started to hurt me physically. I also experienced being excluded from the activities when i was in high school. I started to do some projects individually even it is an group projects. However, even i experienced those things, i tried to do my best and eventually i excelled academically. I become an honor student till the end of my junior high school life.
My journey from challenges and turning its as an triumph has a huge part on my life because without challenges i cant be who i am right now. Those challenges that i experienced gives me strength to live to the fullest and riding at the same waves. I realize that we dont need to do something just to have a feather in someones cup. We need to rise fron the ashes, even there was no one to support us, even there was no one who loves us. We need to make ourself better and do something that makes us happy without dealibg people who is silent bystander who only knows how to steal someonez thunder. Remember we didnt come into this world just to dance to someone else tune, those trials just come and go but if doesnt mean that we will rely on those trials. This trials help us to become smart in life, to be brave, to strengthen us, abd shaped us to become more stronger in the future.
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