The Sweetest Sting (Migraine Edition)

The Sweetest Sting (Migraine Edition)

So this new chapter? It's almost done. I think I figured out how to balance the ending with some new Amelia stuff. However, I had my eye dilated again today at the specialist's office and I slept off the ensuing migraine all day. Literally 2pm to 10pm. So it's not ready to post yet. Since the new eps are tomorrow, I'm posting this chapter on Thursday, for sure. Also it ended up being 41 pages long, so I broke it into two. You'll get this one on Thursday and the last one on Monday and then an epilogue the following week. Unless my eyeballs fall out and roll away, in which case, good luck figuring out how I planned to end it 😂

My head hurts.

You should be booped, and often, and by someone who knows how.

😂😂😂 Frankly my dear, I don't give a boop?

It's always the last few lines of a story that elude me till like five minutes before I plan to post. Why am I like this? JUST HAVE THEM BONE THEIR WAY TO HAPPILY EVER AFTER, CHRISTY.

For anyone reading The Sweetest Sting, the hot chapter is coming (heh) but it'll be on Thursday. I was distracted by boops all day yesterday when I should have been editing, and I'm gonna be distracted tomorrow with the new episodes and my beloved Max. So Thursday it is. Sorry for the delay!

Sis, that was EPIC! Like I was gagged this whole time, I promise!

But I have a question, are Flo and Bella a thing in your fic? Because I love that! I wanted to see them get together so badly if you're not on their routes, and they're one of my favorite crack ships that doesn't involve MC. I just love their dynamic, you know. I headcanon Flo as gay and Bella as homoflexible, so yeah... Rant over, lol

Oh, and one more thing.

SUXK IT RATMELIA!!!!

I'm glad you enjoyed it! You'll get a tiny tidbit about that in the epilogue, but yes, Bella and Flo are indeed a thing. I'm fairly sure Bella was a love interest in the season so she's definitely not straight. They just seem like they'd be a really fun, loving couple.

LOL I was dubious about giving Amelia any kind of wrap up but I'm glad I did. It was SUPER fun to write her meltdown.

Thank you for the ask and thank you for reading this story and for being passionate about my work. It truly kept me going 🙏💖

God, I fucking love her more than I've ever loved another human.

The Tortured Poets Department Prologue

At this hearing I stand before my fellow members of the Tortured Poets Department With a summary of my findings A debrief, a detailed rewinding For the purpose of warning For the sake of reminding

As you might all unfortunately recall I had been struck by a case of a restricted humanity Which explains my plea here today of temporary i n s a n i t y

You see, the pendulum swings Oh, the chaos it brings Leads the caged beast to do the most curious things

Lovers spent years denying what's ill fated Resentment rotting away galaxies we created

Stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan

Tried wishing on comets. Tried dimming the shine. Tried to orbit his planet. Some stars never align.

And in one conversation, I tore down the whole sky.

Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues Then a crash from the skylight bursting through Something old, someone hallowed, who told me he could be brand new

And so I was out of the oven and into the microwave Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower Swinging a sword he could barely lift But loneliness struck at that fateful hour Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips

He never even scratched the surface of me.

None of them did.

"In summation, it was not a love affair!" I screamed while bringing my fists to my coffee ringed desk It was a mutual manic phase. It was self harm. It was house and then cardiac arrest.

A smirk creeps onto this poet's face Because it's the worst men that I write best.

And so I enter into evidence My tarnished coat of arms My muses, acquired like bruises My talismans and charms The tick, tick, tick of love bombs My veins of pitch black ink

All’s fair in love and poetry

Sincerely, The Chairman of The Tortured Poets Department