#it already rubbed me up the wrong way in the first episode when they tried to paint johnny as never having had class privilege

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Monte Carlo : Charles Leclerc AU (Epilogue)

pairing : charles leclerc x fem reader

summary : the married life went well. so is the pregnancy?

warning(s) : another domestic!charles, progress of pregnancy (i literally have nothing to write now), pictures from pinterest

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author's note : in honour of attack on titan's final episode aired, i presented a long epilogue just like how attack on titan ended its series *sobsob*. i had fun doing this series but i realized of how short the story is because i just don't know how to elaborate the story long but long stories can be boring (with my writing) at the end of the day so i decided to end it before it became nonsense lol. thank you for the support that you guys gave me, i hope you guys enjoy it from the first part till now.

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"ready to be a daddy, papa?" y/n whispered as she stroked back charles' front hair to the back. "as ready as i ever be maman." charles replied, taking y/n's hand and kissed it.

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10 weeks into pregnancy, y/n realized that her body is going through some changes and that being her emotions as well. her abdomen is getting a slight bloated as if she was overeating things. just a small bloating, nothing more or less. and since charles have a week off from racing, he decides to bring y/n back home in nice, france for some healing time. lately, charles noticed that his wife is having mood swings moments, where himself was afraid that something might trigger her which he assumed that his wife was stressed while he wasn't home.

"honey, you might want to slow down on those wings. it giving you a bloating tummy already." beau reprimanded as he saw his daughter savouring the chicken wings. which has been y/n's craving lately where she craved chicken wings with spicy honey glazed sauce on it. y/n who felt realiztion hits her hard, she put down the de-boned wing back on her plate and placed the plate on the coffee table in front of her as her eyes were getting tear up. charles comes in the living room and he heard his wife was getting to sob. he immediately went to her side and rub his wife's arms. "y/n sweetheart, what's wrong, tell me." charles hushed as the sobbing is getting louder.

"i'm fat!" y/n exclaimed. "which makes me ugly!" y/n continued and the crying comes in. charles sighed silently as he pulled his wife into his arms and hugged her gently, rubbing her back. "you're not fat and ugly my sweetheart, it just your body is going through some phases as you are pregnant now." charles tried to rationalized which makes beau hit with gulit. "i'm sorry baby, i know being pregnant makes you want to eat everything you want but i am just want you to be aware of what you eat. that's all, nothing harm." beau explained. y/n pulled away from charles' arms and glared at beau, which causing him to stutter and carefully walk away from the living room. y/n starting to sob again and once again, charles pulled her to his shoulder, swaying them left and right.

charles thought of how many weeks more for the mood swings to past by.

"charles, y/n, i'm sorry."

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as charles making chicken pasta for dinner, y/n who is finished showering, entered their bedroom while patting dry her body until she saw the full body mirror in the room. y/n noticed something different on her body and went closer to the mirror. y/n gasped. "charles!" y/n called. "charles, come quick!" y/n called once again and as fast as a lightning, there charles was, gasping for air as he leaned onto the door frame. "what is it sweetheart, are you hurt?" charles asked, making y/n chuckled. "no silly, look!" y/n exclaimed as she referred to her abdomen, making charles look at it as well. when realization kicks in, charles' eyes enlarged as he approached to his wife's way and saw a small bump. a bump that resides in his baby.

their baby.

"you can touch it you know." y/n chuckled as charles placed his hands at the side of his wife's bloating tummy, carassing it. getting his eyes tearing up, he thought on how he can't wait to meet with the baby soon enough. "hello there little angel, papa can't wait to see you soon. i hope you are as beautiful as your maman." charles said and end it with a kiss on his wife's abdomen.

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25 weeks into the pregnancy, y/n's abdomen became a bit larger than the last time she realized she had the tummy. this afternoon, pascale invited charles and y/n to her house for a lunch date. as charles went bonding with his brothers at the front yard, y/n, charlotte and pascale were in the kitchen, prepping things before cooking. since charles and y/n were the only leclerc couple that will be having a child soon, lorenzo and charlotte were more than happy to babysit the future baby before deciding to have their own baby, in order to gain some experience. "how's pregnancy treating you y/n?" charlotte asked y/n as she was washing some apples before handing to y/n to slice it up. y/n sat at the island table stool, rubbing her lower tummy looking at charlotte. "it was like a rollercoaster ride to be honest, sometimes i am okay sometimes i am not. and poor charles had to attend to all my ridiculousness." y/n replied as she chuckled at the thought of charles had to find a rabbit meat for y/n to eat it with a sriracha sauce, where charles had to made an order through amazon for the sriracha sauce.

charlotte chuckled as well. "well, he had to since he's also helping making the baby right?" charlotte asked and y/n nodded at the question. "he had to, if he doesn't want our baby to drooling once it was born." y/n said, had a thought of where her mother used to tell a story of a baby that keeps on drooling because the father wasn't able to fulfill the mother's pregnancy craving. once she told the story to charles, at first he thought it was kinda weird and dumb but the thought of having his own baby might be experience with drooling in its toddling years, he couldn't bear to risk it so he just fulfilled everything that y/n craved.

"is it really a thing?" charlotte asked and y/n shrugged. "it can be real, it cannot but neither of us want to risk." y/n replied while cutting off watermelon this time. pascale chuckled. "i also don't want you two to risk anything bad to my grandchildren." pascale informed, stirring her cookings on the stove. both charlotte and y/n looked at each other, just smiling. "will do pascale." charlotte replied. "maman, arthur's here with carla." lorenzo informed as both arthur and carla entered the kitchen and kissing pascale's cheek, carla holding something in her arms. "here i brought some desserts from patisserie riviera." carla informed, placing a box of desserts on the dining table.

y/n gasped as she holding her lower abdomen, alerting everyone in the house. "y/n, are you okay?" charles asked, rushing in to y/n's side and placed his hands on y/n's. "i-i'm fine, i guess." y/n replied in confusion. "it just, i felt something like cramp but it wasn't that hard or painful." y/n continued as she placed charles' hands on where y/n felt the flutter against her abdomen. charles' eyes brighten up at the feel of the small kicks.

"wait, the baby kicked because of patisserie riviera?" arthur asked.

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amélie was assigned to be the planner of the baby shower and she planned it to be an all-girls party at a venue where charles and y/n held their wedding at. amélie also invited kika, carmen, kelly, rebecca, lily, and basically all formula one drivers' partners. the theme of the party is pastel purple because everyone doesn't know the gender of the baby. the baby gender reveal will be held at the end of the party where the men will be invited right after the party ends.

theme and cake

cookies

invitation card

dining table

backdrop

"okay everyone, gather around here as we are going to play our first game." amélie announced as she stood on a podium with backdrop that she designed specially for her future niece/nephew. the ladies started to stood in front of amélie as y/n took place next to amélie as she linked her arm around amélie's.

"we are going to play our first game, which i call 'play dough babies', where each of you will be given a cup of play dough and the rule is easy." amélie started as she pulled a trolley that have cups of colourful play dough. "each of you need to create the perfect play dough baby where our mother to-be here, will decide the winner." amélie finished and starts handing out the play dough cups. "also help yourself with props in the trolley there to add some bonus points!" amélie added. the ladies in the hall starts to get excited as the trolley were pushed into the middle of the hall and they saw things that they can get creative with.

"okay ladies, you only have 15 minutes to create the most perfect yet creative play dough baby." amélie said as she pulled out a stop watch. "your 15 minutes start, now!" amélie announced as she clicked on the timer and the ladies started to rolling out play dough according to their own ways. "so y/n, who do you think will be the winner?" amélie asked leisurely as she tried not to make things focus on the game. y/n hummed as she looked at the contestants making their babies eagerly. she eyed on kika's play dough baby. "i had my eyes on someone's but i can't tell who." y/n replied as she giggled. "oh-kay then, ladies your time have five more minutes left." amélie announced and she walked around, eyeing the babies.

"time's up! so y/n, please choose your winner mommy!" amélie announced and y/n walked around to evaluate the babies.

y/n smiled genuinely. "without bias, the winner for this round is ... carla!" y/n announced as carla jumped happily and went to hug y/n at her arm as she doesn't want to cause trouble to y/n.

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five games later, at party is now almost at the end and the men now have arrived. y/n's eyes lighten up as charles showed in her sight. charles saw y/n and walked his way to her. y/n smiled at charles and grabbed his arm, hugging it. charles chuckled at his wife's attitude, stroking his wife's arms around his right arm. "alright, now that everyone is here. now is the time for the gender reveal!" amélie announced and brought in a white frosted cake on her hands.

the guests there were starting to clapping their hands, feeling excited at the reveal of baby leclerc. including the new leclercs, where both charles and y/n is fine with the gender of the baby, as long as the baby is healthy and happy. charles gripped on y/n's hand where he pulled it to his mouth and kissed on it, making y/n smiled at her husband's gesture.

"ladies and gentlemen, may i here invite the leclercs to the podium here and cut the cake to present the reveal of their baby's gender." amélie announced and then both charles and y/n went to the front, onto the small podium that amélie made, hand in hand. amélie smiled at the couple and stood a bit away from where the couple stood. "are you guys feeling excited?" amélie asked, being the great host she is. "are you expecting a boy or a girl?" amélie added. "well..." charles started, as he getting nervous for no specific reason. "we were hoping to get both boy and girl but since there is only one baby here," charles placed his hand on his wife's belly, "we are fine with any of it as long as the baby's fine and y/n have a safe labour soon." charles said as the crowd were awed at charles' reply.

"okay, it's time to cut the cake! which gender will the new baby leclerc will be!" amélie said as both charles and y/n cut the cake and the gender has been revealed, which caused joy among the guests there.

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38 weeks passed by so quickly and it is time for y/n to be admitting into her labour ward since the baby can arrive soon enough. also she has been feeling mild contractions. right now, charles went off to registering his wife after they got in their ward room.

"have you thought about the name yet?" one of the nurses asked as she was inserting iv drip on y/n's arm while y/n make herself comfortable on a bed that she has been admitted. "yea, we had few names listed but the right one will comes right in when we see the baby's face." y/n told the nurse. the nurse smiled at the excitement of a new mother. this was the first time for the nurse to see new mothers being calm, despite within 24 hours, they had to push a baby out of their uterus.

"all done, if there's any discomfort or problems, please press the button here okay?" the nurse asked and y/n nodded her head yes. making sure that y/n is fine once again, she left the ward room, followed with charles entering. y/n letting out a huge huff of breath. "another contraction?" charles asked and y/n nodded her head yes. "but still, the water isn't broke yet. is it normal?" y/n asked worriedly, making charles nervous and worried as well.

he was a small child when his mother gave birth to arthur and y/n was the younger child in her siblings. none of them experience with childbirth before.

"i guess so, want to take a walk?" charles offered. y/n nodded her head yes.

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the leclerc couple walked down the hallway of the ward, waiting for water to break and also for dilation. dragging along the iv drip along. "can you believe it char, less than 24 hours we get to see our little baby!" y/n said excitedly even in the midst of contraction. charles smiled at his wife's excitement and admired at how strong a woman is even if she is in labour. this makes charles respect women even more, especially his mum and wife. "we have been waiting long enough now, please hurry up little fella." charles said while rubbing his wife's stomach, causing y/n groaned silently not wanting to create chaos. charles noticed it and pulled his hand away and immediately hold onto his wife's shoulders, fearing that she might fell down or something along the way. charles looked at y/n worriedly, which y/n saw and smiled a bit. "i'm fine, it just the baby can't wait to meet you too." y/n said slowly.

and their walk ended right there, as to the dilation went from 2 cm to 9 cm. that fast huh.

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charles_leclerc Presenting René Jules Valentin Leclerc. I love you my boy, just like how I love your mother ❤️

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a/n : the end! i didn't know how to end it so i ended it this way. thank you to all who have been supporting this series from the beginning until now. for now i would like to take a rest from writing because i have been in writer's block mode for a while now, hence the ending. if any of you have any suggestions or request, feel free to inbox me and i will try my best to make it a reality! once again, thank for the support and if you don't mind, feel free to follow me so that you will known what will i write next hehe 🩵

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[heliza24]

Hey, hope you’re doing well. I loved reading your analysis on Simon and Marcus. Speaking of those two, I’d like to read your take on their final confrontation in the last episode.

There’s a lot of mixed opinions on what Marcus said to Simon. Some would say that Marcus was absolutely correct in saying that Simon always plays the victim and loves the drama and that Simon needed to hear that. Others would say that Simon is a victim and that Marcus was out of line.

That line, “you see yourself as some victim among those rich brats” really rubbed me the wrong way. I’m not sure how Simon ending things with Marcus correlates to Marcus thinking Simon plays the victim at Hillerska. Plus it makes no sense too. What does Marcus even know about Simon? That he can sing, had an intimate video released, the prince screwed him over and he had an alcoholic father. He knows absolutely nothing about Simon’s social life at Hillerska. He never knew about the drug situation or the music room fight in season 2 episode 5. So where did that line come from? And if anyone was playing the victim here it’s Marcus. Simon warned him, he didn’t listen and then he got hurt. How are YOU not gonna listen then entirely blame someone for your decisions when you got hurt. Marcus can only blame himself.

Then the whole, “you say don’t want drama but that’s what turns you on”. Saying that to someone who just had their tape released is cruel. Like tf.

And honestly, was their relationship something to get upset over? They hung out 4 times, kissed 3 times (2 of which were initiated by Marcus), a bunch of ghosting and they never got to the talking phase. They know next to nothing about each other. And when they hung out, Simon looked uncomfortable and uninterested most of the time. I know some people can’t take the hint but Marcus was on another level of blind. And it doesn’t help that Simon already told him that he was not ready for anything serious. This “relationship” was doomed from the start.

What are your thoughts and analysis on Simon and Marcus’ final conversation? Thanks in advance for taking your time to answer.

Hey there anon! Thanks for sending me your thoughts about Simon and Marcus. I have to say I agree with you! I am in full sympathy with Simon through all of his and Marcus’s arguments, and I do agree that some of the things Marcus says are pretty cruel.  I dated someone a very long time ago, when I was not that much older than Simon, who treated me in the same way that Marcus treats Simon, so I find him pretty infuriating. And I think it means I have some insight into the dynamic of their relationship and how it breaks down.

In order to understand their final breakup scene, I actually think we need to backtrack to 2.3 when Simon first tries to end the relationship. To me this is the most enraging Marcus moment, and I think it illuminates the fundamental problem going on here. While Simon is trying to break up with Marcus, Marcus focuses on everything except Simon’s actual feelings in an effort to convince him not to leave. First it’s Wilhelm. Marcus thinks that Simon must be worried that he will hurt Simon in the same way Wilhelm did. Marcus claims to never have seen the tape (an assertion @bluedalahorse and I think might be a lie, but that’s headcanon), and assures Simon that he would never do something like that. Then it’s Simon’s family; he assumes that because Simon’s parents didn’t have a healthy relationship, Simon must not know how to appreciate a healthy partnership. This is the thing that Marcus says that grinds my gears the most. For him just to assume that he knows the extent and effect of Micke’s addiction, possible abuse, and abandonment of Simon is so presumptuous.

To be generous to Marcus here, I think this is a perfect example of a theory of mind issue. Theory of mind “refers to the capacity to understand other people by ascribing mental states to them” (that’s from the wiki definition). Instead of seeing who Simon is, and trying to understand Simon’s emotions as he describes them, Marcus has created an image of Simon in his head. He has decided how the abuse (both familial and the video) that Simon has endured has affected him, and has also decided what Simon needs in order to heal those wounds. Crucially, Marcus has decided that Simon needs Marcus’s help to heal. Marcus is doing this out of generosity; wanting to heal Simon is a nice thought. But the violation here is in the assumption. Marcus never finds out how Simon really feels because he never listens to him. And you could maybe go as far to say that assuming that Simon needs to be “fixed” because of those experiences is a violation too. Those experiences are what makes Simon who he is.

To be less generous, I once had a very similar argument with my then partner, where I was trying to break up and he was trying to get me to stay. I was left feeling defeated, and like he had made such a good argument that I had to stay. His approach was similar to Marcus’s. He poked at all of my emotional bruises (and claimed to understand them better than me) until I felt too confused to assert my boundaries. So I really feel for Simon in that scene.

Another thing I want to mention is that Marcus is in some ways Simon’s antagonist, and his insistence that he knows and understands Simon better than Simon knows himself is the catalyst that prompts Simon’s season 2 arc, which is about him getting in touch with, accepting, and then acting on his true emotions. I wrote about that more in depth here. 

There’s another element to Marcus that I don’t see discussed much, which is the unique spot he occupies in the class system of the show. We’re used to seeing the upper, noble class that dominates Hillerska, and the working class represented by Sara and Simon (and also Rosh and Ayub). But Marcus is a representative of a kind of in between, and at first glance appears to be middle class. He goes to public school, and does manual labor at the stables. His little backyard apartment feels like something an upper middle class family might create for their teenage son. But his parents are actually land owners. They own the stables and the shooting range that they rent out to Hillerska. We never find out if Marcus’s family is actually noble and inherited that land, or if they’re new money and bought it on their own. But I think some of Marcus’s superiority complex comes from the fact that even though he has money, he isn’t, in his mind, spoiled or snobby like the kids at Hillerska. He surely could have gotten a place at Hillerska, for instance, because of the way his family supports the school. He surely doesn’t have to work to survive (I am basing this on the fact that his family has enough money to build him his own apartment.) But he stays humble and grounded by going to public school and working at the stables.  He’s so humble and good, in fact, that he is going to treat working class Simon right, unlike that stuck up prince who threw him to the royal wolves.  And some of the way that he turns on Simon in their break up scene, especially in the line you quoted– “you see yourself as some victim among those rich brats”-- feels like he has taken off his mask, and is exposing the classist way he actually sees Simon. If Simon, poor boy that he is, isn’t willing to let the benevolent Marcus rescue him, then he deserves everything those rich bastards can dish out.  There’s also a shade of bootstrap mentality here. Marcus works hard, even if his family has money. He’s earned his driver’s license, and he knows exactly the kind of relationship that he wants with Simon. Why can’t Simon do the same?

Obviously the answer is because Simon is a different person from a different set of circumstances. And then we’re back to Marcus’s inability to see Simon as a complete independent person.

So I completely agree with you when you say that Marcus is cruel in this scene, and misinterpreted Simon’s level of interest, and is making a big deal out of a relationship that never really existed in the first place. But I also think we as viewers are reacting to some of the subtle themes that Marcus represents.  The way he fits into the class structure of the show and the way that he connects to Simon’s arc is really significant. 

I know Lisa and Tommy were very positive about Marcus in some of the season 2 promo, in a way that irritated some fans. But I think I understand where they’re coming from. Marcus does have good intentions, even if those intentions are only skin deep, and it’s ok to acknowledge them. Tommy especially has to exist in Marcus’s mindset in order to play him, and it’s fundamental to Marcus’s character that he sees himself as a good guy. And for Lisa, Marcus is a great character because he challenges Simon and adds complexity to the way class is explored in the show. It’s hard to summarize all of that in an interview, especially in a way that isn’t going to result in fan backlash. So I don’t have a problem with how they portrayed him in promo.

Thanks for asking anon, and thank you for reading what turned out to be quite a long post! I think we all have some unresolved Marcus trauma that we need to work through. I know I did at least.

#young royals #my meta #ask box #marcus young royals #simon eriksson

[greatbritishsimchallenge]

"Cassian! I have amazing news!" beamed Elizabeth.

"Is that so, my love? Pray tell!"

"I'm pregnant!"

Cassian hugged Elizabeth and began to rub his hands over her bump, "How far along are you? This is... a sizeable bump."

"I don't know much about these things, sweetie. Must have been from one of our spirited love-making sessions a while back and it's just taken me a minute to realise."

"But we didn't make love in a manner that could bear children until quite recently?" asked Cassian, confused.

"What are you talking about?" laughed Elizabeth, "We've been at it since long before our wedding day! It's honestly a wonder this hasn't happened already."

"No, but -" Cassian tried to interrupt, but Elizabeth quickly covered him in kisses.

"Oh, you are going to be such a wonderful father, I can't wait! I must dash, sweetheart, I have a riding lesson booked and you know how fussy the squires get if you're late. Honestly, you'd think the mood of the horse was more important than my own!"

Before Cassian could challenge her further, Elizabeth had left.

Cassian sought out Henry to ask his thoughts.

"Perhaps she is right, father. Perhaps you just forgot one of your particular episodes with her? You have been rather active, after all."

"Maybe I am just becoming forgetful in my old age..." Cassian replied, unconvinced. "I'll try talking to her again when she returns from riding."

Hearing that Elizabeth was out riding, Henry quickly shifted tact.

"Although," he added cautiously, "If you are that concerned, I wouldn't wait. Perhaps she didn't feel able to speak openly in the castle - the walls have too many ears. Perhaps in the privacy of the woods she might feel able to be more honest?"

Cassian nodded sombrely, "I suppose... I'll go talk to her. I'm probably wrong, but... something just feels off."

"Better to be sure with these things," Henry agreed. As he watched his father leave, Henry felt a cautious happiness build within him.

Story continues under the cut (NSFW: sex, murder, domestic violence against women)

It took Cassian some time to find Elizabeth. Eventually it was the noise that drew him to her; at first it sounded like the intense rustling of animals fighting, then the noises became distinctly more human and sounded like moaning and groaning. Concerned she might be hurt, Cassian rushed towards the sound and halted to an abrupt stop when he was able to see the source of noise.

Cassian watched Elizabeth rolling around in the grass with her lover, his rage building as she failed to notice that she was being watched. As he watched, he thought of all the times she was with him. With him, sex with her suddenly seemed like an amateur dramatic performance filled with over-the-top cries of pleasure and performative declarations of love. Seeing her with this man, Cassian could see how real and genuine her pleasure was - and that only infuriated him more.

"Elizabeth!"

"Cassian!" Elizabeth pushed the man away from her and lept up, looking frantically around as if for some reasoning she could give to what Cassian had seen. "I... umm... thank goodness you're here! That man attacked me!"

Cassian looked the petrified, naked man once over and saw the way he looked at Elizabeth with eyes filled with hurt and betrayal.

"You're lying. I watched you two together and you were wanting every fucking second," Cassian snarled, before adding to the man, "Get out of here." The man grabbed his clothes and rushed to his horse, galloping off without looking back.

Cassian stepped menacingly towards Elizabeth.

"That baby is not mine, is it?"

"Cassian, darling, of course it is. This was a one time mistake, I -"

"Stop lying to me!" Cassian yelled, grabbing Elizabeth by the throat. "How long have you been lying to me? Did you ever even love me? Or have you just been using me all of this time? You were going to pass another man's child off as mine? You made me think you loved me! How could you do this to me, you evil whore!"

In his rage, Cassian failed to recognise how tightly he gripped Elizabeth's neck, nor how her flails were growing weaker. It was only when her eyes closed and her arms dropped to her sides that he released her. Her dead body fell in a crumple to the floor.

The moment her body fell, all of Cassian's rage left his body and was immediately replaced with sadness.

"What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?" I repeated over and over to himself.

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[mikaelson-hope]

i'm to the part where bonnie meets abby again and i'm just... there's so much to unpack here

i still can't believe the showrunners thought it would be a cool and neat idea to make her adopted brother become her love interest 😭 like...... what the fuck were they on, i'm laughing (but it's not funny)

they basically copy pasted bonnie's situation (having to be a servant to vampires/supernaturals) to give an explanation of why abby left her to start her life over. i'm not even sure how it makes sense that mikael was in mystic falls looking for the doppelganger. why did he think she was going to be there? no one knew katherine had a baby, to my knowledge. and elena was still a baby when mikael was there looking for her, so it's not like she looked like kath? also, it was established already that not many people knew about the originals to begin with, so it's not likely a witch tipped him off (and besides that, are they trying to suggest there's a spell for finding doppelgangers? if there was, it would create a lot of plot holes, so i would hope not?). hence, it doesn't even seem to make sense why abby had to 'lead mikael away' and desiccate him in charlotte. it feels like they barely even tried to create a reason that made sense. it's true that witches do get caught up in vampire business but up until now in the show, we've pretty much only seen that with the bennetts... so they tried to say that's why abby left bonnie. i'm not sure why this rubs me the wrong way but it does.

to play devil's advocate, here are some people offering some potential reasons to mikael searching for the doppelganger in mystic falls:

i don't recall the part about the gemini coven keeping track of doppelgangers, but will update while i'm doing this rewatch. the part about the nexus vorti is a little more interesting, but it's also not given any weight in tvd (or at least early tvd, i don't remember the end of the show). still need to rewatch the originals but i don't think this is a good explanation. i could be completely wrong on all this, but these are just my first thoughts/confusion.

but moving on, the whole way this episode started actually irks me. because we're finally learning about bonnie's mom and for some reason she's sitting in elena's house when damon walks in with the info on abby. why do we never see bonnie's house? this episode is about her and her family and even still it's centered on elena. they even have bonnie brush off talking about her mom to ask elena about damon in the car ride. at this point we haven't even seen the parent she actually supposedly lives with, either

#just some thoughts #anyway #bonnie bennett #nw: the vampire diaries #tvd #tvdu #the vampire diaries #hope rambles #my metas

[warningsine]

There are so many moments in season 5 that make me facepalm.

Leaving aside the fact that in the first four episodes nothing happens and the plot is nonexistent, many of the farcical developments do not land.

Not only does it feel like they are belittling the tragedy as well as the critical subject matter it represents (BLM and police brutality), but it also cheapens heartbreaking moments like Tasha's speech about Poussey and Brook's library tribute to her deceased lover.

Exhibit A: The seance in order to talk to Poussey. What is this, Yellowjackets 1996?

Other ridiculous scenes that may make you chuckle momentarily and might have worked tonally in earlier seasons (s2-s3), but not as parts of a season with such serious consequences for everyone involved:

The guards playing "fuck, marry, kill" while the inmates run amok.

Luschek getting a boner in front of all the angry prisoners while his colleagues are being humiliated and then joking about it.

That extended scene where that guard is performing a striptease. Wanted to capture the female viewers' attention there, huh?

The whole "talent show" arc.

Linda running around like a puppy instead of using her mobile phone. I enjoyed the short-lived Boo/Linda thingy because it allowed me as a viewer to see Boo's softer side, but sheesh.

The neonazis hanging out with the women they hate, because [spins wheel] there are coffee and funny impressions. Whatever happened to that tension among the tribal units in late season 4?

Gloria getting the hostages to the Poo.

Red, the other matriarch, spending half a season running around aimlessly.

“The Tightening” episode in general.

Moreover, I cannot for the life of me understand why the scenes where the inmates abuse, harass and rape the guards are treated as sitcom moments with no laugh tracks.

(Black comedy would have been more fitting than slapstick humor anyway.)

Subverting the power structure did not have to be about how the inmates, whom they had been humanizing for 4 seasons, are capable of doing bad things. We already know that.

More things that had me either scratching my head (bullets no. 1 & 2) or eye-rolling (bullets no. 3 & 4):

Certain background episodes. Until this season, the flashbacks had served a purpose: telling us why the ladies have ended up in prison and helping us gain insight into their personalities and actions. But Freida, Red and Alison's were not exactly that. At least, Linda and Piscatella's episodes--just like Bayley's in season 4--were used to point out the hypocrisy: these fuckers are responsible for people's deaths as well. Also, in the latter's case, his focus on avenging his lover made him lose his last shred of humanity--unlike Tasha's which remained intact.

Judy King being forced to look like Jesus. The series had tried to tackle white privilege before, but this symbolism (?) was bizarre.

It's no secret that I didn't like how they turned Maria (and Blanca and Ouija) into an antagonist in season 4 by having her brand Piper. Similarly, very original that in a room full of women the ladies of color are the ones perpetuating the abuse and herd mentality whereas a white character (Alex) cannot stand the sight and walks.

For similar reasons, the "white pride nationalists are mistaken for Muslim terrorists" arc rubbed me the wrong way.

Moving on to some of the other topics they touched upon and then dropped like hot potatoes.

Mass shootings? No mention of gun control.

Internet culture and inappropriate memes being toxic af? No commentary there.

The series asking us to root for the neonazi inmates because, um, they're funny and just like the other inmates, yo. No commentary on white supremacy being extremely dangerous either.

When they needed a strong script to make an organic transition from lightheartedness (s1-s3) and the existential grief of season 4 (from Piper and Maritza to Lolly, Sophia and Poussey) to drama, they failed.

The riot was not enough to sustain the stakes for 13 episodes, which is why the season dragged.

At least:

Selenis Leyva (Gloria), Danielle Brooks (Tasha) and Uzo Aduba (Suzanne) were there, managing to evoke some strong emotions out of me. Too bad that Laverne Cox didn't get more screen time.

Janae's flashbacks were great.

The show did try to say something about hostages, slavery, mob mentality and that portion of humanity that chooses to distance itself from the torturers.

Except for the case of the white pride inmates that I cannot comprehend, it was interesting to see the usual cliques fall apart, e.g., Flores working with Red instead of Gloria or Maria, Piper working with Taystee and the others.

The season came full circle. Daya, who accidentally got the gun and then chose to shoot one of the most brutal guards, to Taystee deliberately pointing the gun at the true villain--whose actions led to Poussey's murder--and then choosing not to murder him. Too bad that even touching that gun will come to bite Tasha in the ass.

Choosing to have Piscatella killed by a rookie with no training was quite poetic.

Reversing the roles and having Nicky comfort Red (and Lorna but that's besides the point here) was great to watch. If only these three women had been given actual arcs.

#orange is the new black

[jakowskis]

s2 time! i'm not gonna be as thorough with it as i was w s1 bc i'm not a huge fan of season 2 ff but here goes

(this post's gonna be tosh/owen + some fragments talk, then i'm gonna reblog with a day in the death stuff, and then ill make a separate post for adam bc. woo nelly. that one warrants it.)

so lets start with the tosh/owen differences. a lot of their little scenes in s2 are markedly different - mostly as far as body language. there's a surprising amount of physical affection between them.

four separate occasions (eps 3, 4, 8, and 9) where there's physical affection between them in the script that didn't make it into the episode. i find this intriguing. tosh and owen are both very... non-affectionate people. both of them could be, with someone they loved romantically, but they don't strike me as the type of people who like to cuddle with their friends. they're both naturally very aloof and non-touchy, which makes that casual physical touch very ooc. i imagine that's why it didn't end up on screen. i figure the writers here knew the show was meant to push the tosh/owen angle in s2, but it's interesting to me that it ended up being a lot more subtle and... awkward in the show itself. i've already said i'm not a towen fan, for many reasons, but one is that there's just... zero chemistry between them (in s2, anyway). every interaction is forced and uncomfortable. it's weird enough that i was thrown off by it for a long time and couldn't figure out what the show was trying to do with them, lmao. i know that their awkwardness probably appeals to some people, and is cute or smth, but i dislike it personally. mostly i'm just petty the show reduced tosh down to that relationship tbh but whatever.

i can't help but wonder if they had this casual physical affection with each other, and if it fit in and didn't feel ooc for them, if i would like them as a couple more. but honestly i have thought about what the show could've done to make tosh/owen endear me, and i don't think uncharacteristic physical affection would be it. i do like that first scene, the way their communication styles clash a bit and they don't know quite how to talk to each other. i like owen awkwardly trying to comfort her, i love when he does that, how it's like a baby deer walking for the first time fhsdjfkds. im very endeared by the way owen's empathy is either out of nowhere and all-consuming, or something he has to force and is awkward about wielding. whenever he tries to be kind it's very tentative, because it doesn't come natural to him (anymore, at least), but he does care enough to try. i'm so fond of it. also hes sooo nd ehehe. tosh too.

will say this: i do appreciate owen getting hugs. he does need it. tosh needs it too. if the team WAS physically affectionate with each other they'd be better off, i think.

two more tosh/owen things...

see, this is what i mean when i say i couldn't tell what the show was doing with them. the SHOW can't even tell. this whole scene is written very vaguely, with little insight into owen's head, like the damn writer doesn't even know why he finally agreed. this is probably my, like, fourth favorite tosh/owen scene, which isn't saying much, 'cause i still don't really like it. it's cute in like, three spots, but mostly it just feels... weird. i don't understand what burn was intending with his acting choices, because owen comes across as insincere and slightly snide. it's weird and gross, and it rubs me wrong. i don't know if he's trying to be casual and play it cool or something, but the way he laughs at her makes me wanna punch him. the way owen treats tosh is just about the only place i legitimately can't stand him.

one last bit about it. see, 'fondly'. in the actual scene, i would describe the way owen looks at her in this moment as.... amused (at her expense) and slightly condescending. like he thinks she's laughable. it fucking bothers me. which sucks because i wanna like them, i do. i think they could be compatible. but the way he treats her in canon is nauseating and i can't get behind it.

right, and then two fragments moments i wanna discuss

all i really wanna say here is again (as mentioned in my end of days talk), chibnall didn't specify owen crying or anything, but he spends his whole segment of this ep in tears. point is i wanna thank burn gorman for the way owen constantly is teary eyed and miserable, with those big pretty brown doe eyes of his. it means the world to me. thats all

actually it's not all cuz i also wanna point out jack grabbing owen to stop him instead of owen collapsing into tears and sobbing into jacks chest while jack holds him. the dead man walking script similarly didn't specify the physical touch between jack and owen in the three places it appears, so i imagine that was largely something decided by the actors... i'm very compelled by the three separate instances where we see owen attack jack one minute / at one point in the ep and then sob in his arms the next. their relationship is sooo unhealthy fff

#borderline girlie of all time truly #mine

[baronessblixen]

I know you already have lots of prompts so feel free to use this one : « Could you help me shower ? »

I've been meaning to write this for days, constantly going back and forth between episodes! My mind decided on "Amor Fati" in the end.

Fictober Day 19 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 2,237

Always A Friend

Briefly, Scully considers using her key to get into Mulder’s apartment. It’s late afternoon and he might be sleeping – or rather she hopes he’s sleeping. If he is, she doesn’t want to wake him. He needs the rest, his head still healing from that botched brain surgery. As much as he tries to deny it.

All day at work – the office a lonely place without him there – she thought about him, hoping he was doing what the doctors – and Scully herself – told him to do. Get. Rest. Two simple words, easy to understand and according to Mulder, difficult to execute.

She waits in front of his door, checking her watch, wondering how much time has passed since her knock. He gets a few more moments then she’s going in. Her hand is already searching for her keys when Mulder opens the door, looking exhausted.

“Did I wake you?” She immediately touches his face to check his cheeks for any signs of a temperature.

“You didn’t,” he says, but he sounds sluggish. “I’m just feeling a little dizzy, that’s all.”

“What do you mean you feel dizzy? Go inside, Mulder.” She practically pushes him back inside and onto the couch. He leans back with his head resting against the back, his eyes closed.

“Do you have a headache? Nausea? Why didn’t you call me?”

“Those are too many questions,” he says with a groan. “No headache,” he mumbles. “Some nausea. I’m just dizzy.”

“I’m taking you back to the hospital, come on.”

“Scully, no. I’m just tired. You said I need rest, right? I’m just gonna sleep. You’re here now and you can make sure I follow the orders, doc.” She’s glad to see he can still joke and grin.

“You never follow doctor’s orders,” she reminds him, taking his hand. “You’re gonna sleep in your bed and not on your couch. No TV.”

“You’re gonna stay, right?” He stands in his doorway, pouting.

“I am. Go to bed, Mulder.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

He sleeps for two hours, Scully nodding off a few times, too. What wakes her is the sound of Mulder sprinting to the bathroom and falling to his knees in front of the toilet. She rubs the sleep from her eyes and follows him.

“I feel like I’m a teenager, having the first hangover of my life,” Mulder says. He didn’t quite make it to the toilet in time. His shirt is ruined and he twists his mouth, seeing the mess he made. He quickly takes off the garment and throws it into the corner.

“I’ll make you some tea, all right?” Scully touches his back, stroking it. He leans his head against the toilet bowl and glances up at her.

“I feel better now,” he says.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Mulder, but you don’t look better.”

“You wound me, Scully.” He sighs, scrambling to get up. Scully reaches for him and puts her hands on both sides of his torso, holding him up. He’s warm to the touch, but not hot. Her hands start to wander of their own volition and Mulder chuckles.

“Happy to see me, Scully?” He asks with a grin. “I hope you’re not expecting a tickle fight. I’m not up for that.”

“I was just checking your body temperature.”

“On my abs? I need to remember that.” He winks at her and Scully clears her throat, turning away from his amused look.

“Are you sure you don’t want a cup of tea?”

“I’m sure,” he says. “But there’s something else you can help me with.”

“Of course. What do you need help with?”

“Could you help me shower?” He asks and she stares at him, stunned.

*

Unlike her, Mulder has never had any difficulties asking for what he needs. With her, he wears his heart on his sleeve, offering it to her at any opportunity. He doesn’t shy away, shares his body with her freely, as protection or as comfort. It shouldn’t surprise her that asking her to help him shower comes as easily to him as asking her to pass the salt when they have lunch together.

“You need a shower? Now?” She’s aware that she’s stammering, just like she’s aware that she’s a medical doctor and he’s just a body. Except that Mulder is not, and never has been, just a body to her. He’s Mulder.

“I just threw up on myself,” he says, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I can’t get the smell out of my nose. I feel like it’s in my hair. I’d do it on my own, but I still feel dizzy. I’m sure that as my doctor, you’d rather not have me pass out in the shower.”

“You’re right. I just think you should…” She wants to tell him to wait until the morning. Part of her hoping that by then, he will no longer be dizzy and can do it by himself. But whether he showers now – with her help – or tomorrow, she will have to be there, stand guard, and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.

“How do you want to do this?” She asks softly.

“I don’t know how you normally shower, Scully,” Mulder says, untying the drawstring on his sweatpants and taking them off right there without any sense of shame. “But the first step is to get naked.”

This is unreal. This is not how she pictured them getting naked together for the first time. Technically, she thinks as she undresses slowly, trying not to glance at Mulder who is already naked and turning on the water in his suddenly small-looking shower, this isn’t even their first time. Less than a year ago, they were forced to share a decontamination shower. At least this time they’re doing it out of their free will, and not because of Diana. Who probably watched them the whole time. Scully is down to her bra and underpants, hesitating to take the last step.

“The water is warm,” Mulder says. When he turns around, his eyes meet hers. He’s not checking her out, making this lewd. This is just one friend helping another friend. In theory, Scully knows this. She reaches behind her back and opens her bra. Even with the shower running, she hears the soft snap. Before she lets go, she takes a deep breath. Now or never.

She can be clinical about this. They’re just two bodies. They’ve seen each other naked before, albeit usually with one of them unconscious. Years ago, she washed his fever-wrecked body with a washcloth while he slept restlessly in her bed. This is no different, she decides, losing the last piece of clothing she’s wearing.

“Ready?” Mulder asks, holding out his hand.

“Let’s do this,” she says, taking it and stepping inside the shower. The water cascading down on them has just the right temperature, is neither too hot, nor too cold. Scully closes her eyes for a moment, letting herself enjoy it. When she opens them, she finds Mulder staring at her, his mouth half open, water dripping from his lower lip.

“You’re not getting dizzy on me, are you? If you are, you need to tell me.”

“I’m not,” he says. Mulder takes her hand and turns it around, running a finger over the inside of it up to her wrist. He picks up his shower gel and squirts a dollop of it into her hand.

“Would you?” For the first time since this started, he seems shy. “Could you wash my back? I get dizzy when I lift my arms.”

“Turn around,” she says gently and he does. She massages the shower gel into his skin, marveling at every muscle, every sinew. Once she’s done, she has to stop herself from burrowing her nose in his skin, the citrus smell mixed with his own scent much too enticing.

“And my hair,” Mulder says, handing her the shampoo bottle.

“You’re too tall,” she complains.

“Or you’re too small,” he counters. “I’m only doing this so you can reach my head, okay?” He says before she watches him go lower, lower and lower until he’s on his knees in front of her, looking up with a pleading look. The water is relentless on his face and his eyes close. Without even peeking at her once.

Scully smiles as she runs her fingers through his wet hair, shampooing it. She thinks she hears him sigh, or even moan, but dismisses it. His hair is soft between her fingers and she’s careful with his head, his wounds barely healed. How could they have done this to him? Her finger runs over the zig-zag line where someone made the incision.

“I’m okay, Scully.” She hears him say. “It doesn’t even hurt.” But it hurts her. That they did this to him, to his beautiful mind. Tears dwell in her eyes as she forces herself to keep going, to continue cleaning him.

“You can get up now,” she says, sniffling. He’s closer than she thought he was, their bodies almost touching, making her skin tingle in anticipation. They’re staring at each other, the only thing between them the water.

“Close your eyes or you will get shampoo in your eyes.” Mulder does as he’s told, but he’s smiling. Scully allows herself to watch him, indulging. She reaches up to touch his hair and make sure the shampoo washes out properly. Once she’s happy with the result, she touches his shoulder to let him know he’s done.

“What about you?” He asks and she shakes her head.

“I think you can do the rest by yourself. I’m gonna- I’m gonna get out and watch. Not watch, but make sure you don’t pass out. Okay?”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Of course,” she says, fleeing from the shower, knowing Mulder will see her backside, but she doesn’t care. She grabs a towel and wraps herself in it. She knows she has to turn back to face Mulder, watch him, and make sure he’s okay.

“Talk to me,” she says. “So I know you’re not passing out.”

“Did I tell you about the dream I had? Well, I'm not sure it was a dream,” he says, shaking his head like a dog.

“Mulder, don’t do that,” Scully warns him.

“Oh, right. My head. So the not-dream. I told you how I found this other life, a different version of this where Samantha was alive and things were just upside down…,” he trails off. Scully expects him to say more, but he doesn’t. Instead, he turns off the water, just standing there for a second. He turns around and Scully quickly closes her eyes.

“Are you decent?” She asks.

“If you consider a towel decent, then yes. You are allowed to look, Scully. I hope you know that.” She opens her eyes and looks directly into his. His expression is earnest and way too serious. She wants her joking Mulder back.

“Maybe next time,” she says quickly. He towels himself off and Scully groans, turning away again.

“I’m going to go into your bedroom,” she says and he just chuckles. In his bedroom, she steals one of his t-shirts, throwing it on quickly. It ends just over her knees but she decides to wear one of his boxers too.

“I see you made yourself feel at home,” Mulder says a moment later, padding barefoot into his room. He too finds a t-shirt and a fresh pair of boxers that he puts on. “Look at that, we’re matching.”

“You really are feeling better, aren’t you?”

“I am. You know, maybe it was that soup my neighbor brought me. But I feel fine now. I promise, Scully. So, what do you say? Movie night?” She wants to say no. She should tell him to go to bed and rest. But she figures he can rest while watching a movie, too.

“If you promise to let me know if you get a headache.”

“Yes, doc.”

“Then fine, we can watch a movie.”

They get comfortable on his couch, Scully in one corner, Mulder in the other. It doesn’t last long. He scoots closer, like a puppy testing its limits. Tonight, all bets are off. Scully is tired of pushing him away, of not allowing them to have this. He smells like his shower gel, and like himself. Her fingers still tingle from having touched him, and if she’s honest, she wants to touch him again.

“Is this okay?” Mulder asks, leaning his head against her shoulder. Something has shifted. She can’t put her finger on when it did, but things are different now. She relaxes and leans against Mulder’s soft frame. He puts his arm around her, drawing her closer.

“Thank you for being here,” he whispers into her hair. “For taking care of me. For helping me take a shower. And most of all, for making me see what’s important.”

“What’s important?” She asks, glancing at him.

“You,” he says simply. “This. Fighting for what’s right.”

“You’re welcome,” she chokes out.

“Next time you need help showering, I’m your man.” He nudges her shoulder with his. She giggles, relieved that the lightness is returning.

“I’ll remember that,” she says.

“I hope you do.” He presses a kiss against her temple and she decides that if she’s ever in peril again - and knowing their lives, she will be sooner rather than later - she won’t push him away again.

#fictober2022 #was supposed to be a short fic #well #but i like it #there were so many episodes i considered for this prompt! #cause i love this prompt so much!! #anyway my mind was stuck on this story #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[kdramedies]

Can you tell me what's wrong with suyeon please??

I have one word doc I use for Extraordinary Attorney Woo that I update every week with my thoughts about the episodes. When I post any of these thoughts on tumblr I delete them from my word doc so that I don’t accidentally post the same thing twice. I’ve posted about a wide range of things in regard to EAW, but there’s always one character I’m scared of posting about. Most of what’s left in my word doc is about Su-yeon and why she rubs me the wrong way, but I’m very reluctant to post anything because of how much I know fans love her.

To be clear, I don’t think Choi Su-yeon is a bad character and I did like that she seemed to be getting over some of her prejudices after spending more time with Young-woo. But I hate the way she talks to Young-woo. She talks to her like she’s either, an idiot for not knowing something, or like a child she’s entertaining but not fully taking seriously. Choi Su-yeon knows how smart Young-woo is, I know she doesn’t think Young-woo is an idiot, but she still uses that voice you use when you talk to someone you believe is not as smart as you are. It’s condescending as hell, and every time she talks to Young-woo I want to reach through the screen and put my hand over her mouth. Kwon Min-woo by comparison, rarely, if ever, uses a condescending tone with Young-woo. Maybe it’s because he’s never really helped Young-woo with anything. He’s never been in a role where he feels ahead of her or like he can navigate the world better than her, but Jun-ho is. Jun-ho is often put in situations where he has to explain things to, or help Young-woo, but he also doesn’t come across as though he’s belittling her. The tone that Su-yeon uses is so obviously condescending when compared to that of any of the other main characters on the show, even characters who do think they’re better than Young-woo. I don’t know if this was a choice by the director, the actor who plays Su-yeon, or just something that happened naturally, but it makes her character seem insincere and patronizing.

But I think the biggest gripe I have with her is that, while she examined her prejudices at the beginning of the show and seemed to want to improve, after realizing in ep.7 that Jun-ho was obviously interesting in Young-woo, not her, and she understood that the reason she didn’t see his affection for Young-woo at first was because of her own prejudices, her desire to grow stopped. She had one revelation and thought, “That’s it, I’m cured of ableism!” After that case, A Tale About Sodeok-dong, Su-yeon let her hair down (literally) and her arc was aimed toward a nobler pursuit, dating. She still touched Young-woo, even when she was clearly uncomfortable, she still talked to her in that condescending tone, and then she decided to start making eyes at the one man in their office who has actively tried to harm Young-woo’s career.

People have been making posts for weeks saying, “Girl, you can do better!” but it says a lot about her character that she doesn’t want to do better. There’s a reason so many people have said since ep.1 that they thought Su-yeon and Min-woo were going to end up together, and it’s not just because enemies-to-lovers is in vouge. They had chemistry from the start, and yes, Min-woo went down his dark little path for a while, but they have more similarities than differences. Although they come from different upbringings, they both have a similar sense of values and way of looking at the world. They both fully believe that Young-woo has a leg up on them because of her autism. In today’s episode, Su-yeon vehemently agreed with Min-woo that Young-woo can do as she pleases and not face any negative repercussions. This is despite the fact that Young-woo has already been branded hard to work with and that she was just kicked off a case for sharing a possible argument. She tells Min-woo to “be a fool” and just stand up for Young-woo for once, even though he has never given any indication that he wants to, but even if he did, she is saying that from a very different place than him. Su-yeon’s family is well-off and her father is a judge, if she supports Young-woo and is branded as “hard to work with” she’ll be fine. Min-woo on the other hand might not be.

Min-woo has to prioritize money in order to support his family which is why he behaves in such a deplorable way, but he has the same level of passion for his work as Su-yeon and if the roles were reversed, I could easily see Su-yeon trying to undercut Young-woo, and Min-woo becoming her new best pal, trying to hook her up with his roommate. The only difference between Su-yeon and Min-woo is money. One comes from a well-to-do family who’s never had to worry about a thing, one has to make plans ten steps in advance for fear that his family will suffer if he doesn’t. “Spring Sunshine” Su-yeon, gets to skip along the garden path while “Tactician” Min-woo has to plot every step of the way. None of this excuses Min-woo’s behaviour, nor does it mean that Su-yeon isn’t hard-working or good at her job, but the fact that these two characters are so easily interchangeable, and are obviously drawn to each other, says something that I think a lot of non-autistics don’t want to hear.

#extraordinary attorney woo #I've got more little icks about her but these are the two main ones #choi soo yeon #kwon min woo #kdramedies #ask kdramedies

[theatricalfangirl]

Okay, episode 3 thoughts.

Sokka is precious, geeking out over the mechanist’s workshop. Teo is such a cute kid too, he so excited. I love that they’re giving him and Aang a little more time together, Teo clearly has some hero worship of Aang, not just because he’s the avatar but because he’s an Airbender. They’re so close in age, I think it’s good that Aang has made a friend who he can go flying with. It’s a way for him to remember and honor his history and friends.

I’m glad they don’t have them just needlessly destroying the old air temple, that always made me mad. I feel like, when the war is over Teo would definitely become an Air Acolyte like we see in Korra’s time. Live action Teo seems to have a level of respect for the air nomads history and culture that we didn’t see as much in the cartoon.

I like how they mixed Omashu, the mechanist, and Jet all in one episode, I feel like it’ll work well enough, telling the story and including elements from the original.

I think it’s interesting that Ozai had Azula infiltrate the group trying to assassinate him. She was clearly acting on his orders, but he could use this as a further method to keep her under his control if she ever started getting ideas. Conspiring to kill her father, the Firelord would definitely be treason and Ozai could easily bribe/threaten those guards to testify that Azula did it of her own free will, with intention to murder him.

I love Ty Lee’s actress (and not just because she’s friends with Walker Scobell). She’s played roles where her character feels outshone by her siblings so we already know she can do an amazing job with that aspect of her character. I really like how the fire nation uses fire phrases in everyday life. Azula says “they’re not the brightest of flames.”

I’m glad we’re starting to see Katara let her more negative emotions, yelling at Sokka, standing up to Jet, but I want to see her go further. She tries to reason with Jet first, then goes to Aang and Sokka for help, she could’ve taken him.

The lady hitting Zuko with a stick “How dare you hit that child!” I lost my mind, I love it. Seeing an adult who’s not just passively watching Aang (a literal child) have to fight someone a lot older than he is, stepping in trying to help? We only see a few characters like that in the cartoon, ones we know are already fighting the fire nation. This lady just saw a little kid getting picked on and jumped in to help.

Now, Zuko leaving his Uncle in Omashu when they’re discovered is rubbing me the wrong way. In the original we see Zuko going to great lengths to save his Uncle when he’s captured by Earth Kingdom soldiers. He even eventually tries to free him when Iroh is imprisoned by the Fire nation, Iroh just escapes first. I know he’ll be back, but I don’t know, it feels odd for Zuko to have basically run away to save himself.

#avatar the last airbender netflix #avatar the last airbender #avatar aang #atla sokka #atla katara #prince zuko #uncle iroh #omashu #the freedom fighters

[janfraiser]

“can we pretend this never happened?” + Maggie and Mickey?

ehehe this is a gooood one. I'm setting this in s1, right at the end of Chaos Theory. Like yes this is already in my top 3 McHaller scenes but also. I can make it even more insane

Mickey takes Maggie into his arms without thinking, the look on his face spurring action from his heart rather than his mind. "You were trying to do the right thing," he assures her, rubbing her back. "Getting the witness to talk is your job."

"It's my fault he's dead," she says, her voice choked and her face buried in his shoulder.

Mickey shakes his head. "You didn't pull the trigger."

"He had a daughter, Mickey. Fuck, Hayley was... she saw the whole thing. I couldn't get her out of there while everything was happening..."

"She's okay, Mags," he reminds her. "She's safe. I know you didn't want her there, but she's thirteen, it's not our fault she does what she wants."

Maggie looks up at him, her brow furrowing with doubt. "I can't get him out of my head, I don't even want to know how Hayley's doing."

"She's doing alright," Mickey insists, cupping Maggie's face in his hands and tucking her hair away from her face. "It's not your fault," he repeats. He wants to pull her closer, but they're already flush against each other. Mickey risks leaning in, his eyes on Maggie's the whole time.

Her eyes, on the other hand, flick down to his lips as he ducks his head. He skirts his fingers along her jaw, tilting her chin up when he finally leans down to kiss her.

It lasts longer than he could've expected, and to his surprise, Maggie is holding almost as tightly to him as he is to her. When they do have to breathe, they end up just staring at each other, and Maggie bites her lip, the anxiety returning to her face.

"I'm sorry--"

"No, don't," he protests, cutting her off. He's not sure if he should apologize or just tell her they don't need to be sorry at all, but they're interrupted before he can decide.

"Woah, okay," Hayley says. Maggie whips toward her so fast that Mickey actually stumbles when she leaves his arms. "What's happening?"

"Nothing's happening," Maggie answers quickly. "You didn't need to call your dad, honey, it's not your job to worry about me."

"Yeah, that's why she called me," Mickey interrupts, brushing his hand against the small of Maggie's back in the hopes of calming her down. "It's my job. What about you, Hayley, do you want a hot drink or something? I know it's been a long day."

Hayley shrugs. "I dunno. I already have a therapist. It didn't really feel, like, real? Could've just been a 9-1-1 episode."

Mickey looks between her and Maggie, who looks flushed and a little ill. He's not sure either of them are as okay as they're professing to be.

"I'm making hot chocolate," he announces decisively. He ushers Hayley into the kitchen, relieved to see her smile, but her mother doesn't follow. "Mags?" He calls, while he's filling the kettle. "You coming?"

Maggie hovers in the doorway. "I already have a drink," she points out, lifting her half-full wine glass.

If he had to guess, he would be doubtful that's her first glass-- the bottle had been sitting on the coffee table, not to mention he'd tasted the wine when he'd kissed her. "Come on," he says, shaking his head. "Nothing wrong with a nice warm drink on a bad day, is there?"

She tosses back the last of the wine and then makes her way into the kitchen. "No, there isn't."

Mickey takes her hand in his as she tries to slip past him. "Let me take care of you," he murmurs, nearly whispering in her ear. She turns to look at him with clear resistance in her eyes. "Okay?"

Maggie pulls her hand away, but nods, her eyes toward the floor. "Okay."

Later, when Hayley has rebounded enough to no longer want the company of her parents, Mickey begins trying to clean up, gathering mugs and spoons off the table.

"You don't have to do that," Maggie sighs.

Mickey shrugs. "It's fine. I was just going to pop them in the dishwasher."

"Really, Mick," Maggie insists, standing and taking a mug from him. "I think you should go."

He frowns. "I was thinking I should hang around for a bit."

She shakes her head. "I don't want to talk tonight, about any of this... can we pretend this never happened?"

It's a slap to the face, but Mickey isn't willing to risk upsetting Maggie even more tonight. "If that's what you want."

Maybe he'll get an apology a week from now with the excuse of her being out of her mind tonight. It's happened before.

"I need some time to myself," Maggie says, nodding slowly.

Mickey frowns. "Are you sure you want to be alone?"

"No," Maggie says quietly, "but not being alone is a bad idea, too. And at least I know right now that when I wake up tomorrow this will all be a little further behind me." She gives him a pointed look.

He gets it. She wants him behind her too, and it doesn't matter that he doesn't want the same. It's not a good idea, like she'd said.

"You need anything," he sighs, "you call me."

Maggie gives him a wry smile. "I don't know about that."

"Goodnight, Mags." He leans in and kisses her cheek as he hands her the last mug.

She lays a hand firmly against his shoulder but doesn't quite push him away. "Go say goodnight to Hayley before I kick you out of the house."

"Seriously," he says, backing out of the kitchen, "call me."

"Goodnight, Mickey."

He sighs, wishing they were still standing in the living room holding onto each other. "Goodnight."

#tll #the lincoln lawyer #dawn tag #julie writes #mchaller #maggie mcpherson #mickey haller #hayley haller

[inertflouride]

Turmoils of you- Part 2

(This won't make much sense if you haven't read the first part)

Episode 10 references ⚠️

Warning: swearing, death references, nightmares, kidnapping.

"Save me! Please!", the girl in front of me begs. I have seen her from before, I-, I just can't figure out from where. "He has already killed him. He's going to kill me too! I'm begging you. Please. Save me."

Suddenly, she speeds over to me and creepily smiles at me, her bloodshot eyes staring into my soul. "Why don't you come save me? How can you be so heartless? How can you watch me die from the comfort your house?", she repeats, almost maniacally, "Won't you come save me? Huh?"

All of a sudden, she lunges on me, making me fall backwards, and then she sits on top of my stomach, getting her face closer and closer to me as she keeps repeating, "Why don't you save me? Why don't you?" with her red rimmed eyes budging out and a scary smile never leaving her. She hysterically starts laughing, and wraps her pale hands around my neck, strangling me. I didn't falter initially but eventually my lungs give up, and I start struggling to get in any oxygen. I desperately look for an object in the range of my hands to protect myself from getting killed by her.

Finally, I find a small rock, roughly about the size of my palm and move to hit the back of her head with it, whilst she is fixated on me. Just when I swing my hand with full force, the look on her face suddenly changed, any signs of hysteria vanished. I somehow stop my hand, losing grip on the rock.

She looks at me, expressionless, as if nothing just happened and even lets go of my neck. I gasp in all the air I can and start coughing up. I tried to sit back but realised she still hasn't got off of me, and by the looks of it, isn't planning to either.

Out of the blue, she gives me a sensitive smile, even more delicate than pansies. That's when it clicks, her identity. She is none other than Hannah Donfort.

"Why?", I somehow manage to utter with my raspy voice. Why me Hannah?

She opens her mouth, but before she could say anything, "Bang". She stiffs, with a bullet hole right in the middle of her head. I start screaming, as much as my throat allows, blasting off my sound box with all my might, screaming on the top of my lungs.

"NOOO!", I give out a pained yell and jerkingly, I sit back up, noticing my surrounding is no longer the one from before, noticing that Hannah is no longer on me, dead.

I hold my face down in my palms, trying to calm myself. "It's just a dream, it isn't real. Calm down", I mutter but my words fails to reach me. My body shakes convulsively as I break down. The nightmare kept repeating in my head, how Hannah begged for my help, how she strangled me and how she...

Two large arms wrap around me, trying to calm me down but it ends up inducing a totally opposite reaction. I jerk at the touch and push back the source, scrambling to the farthest corner of the bed and curl up in a ball. I immediately recognise him as the guy who had drugged me. Who else would it even be anyways.

"W- Who are you-u? What d-do you want?", I stutter in a voice so small, I could barely hear my own self. This person is wearing a hood and a face mask, so clearly, I can't make out who he is.

"Please calm down. Do you need water?", he asks, trying to be helpful but it rubs off in a wrong way. Why isn't he answering a simple damn question?

"No no no", I shriek, rocking back and forth, with tears dropping on my arms, my palms covering my ears.

"It's me. Jake", he begins, trying to make peace with weird arm motions as if trying to negotiate with my fear. "It's me. Jake. You don't have to be scared. I won't hurt you. You know I won't hurt you, right?"

"Oh, so it's you. Fancy meeting you", I mumble, letting my body fall on the bed with a soft thud. Jake rushes towards me and wraps himself around me, his arms rubbing up and down my arms, trying to warm me up but it only makes my sobbing grow. I grab his hoodie and nuzzle in his neck, trying to make it all go away.

"Shhh. It's okay. I'm here now", he says, softly, and kisses my forehead. He stretches one of his arms but does not let go of me and grabs a water bottle. "Come on, take a sip", he adds and twists open the cap, giving it to me. I take a few sips, for his sake, but when it relieves my scratchy throat, I continue drinking it.

He wipes my tears with his thumb and looks me in my eyes with his clenched jaw. "I will not let you hurt yourself anymore. I will bring Michael down even if I have to kill him", he silently vows to me.

"How did you know-", I voice but he places his finger on my lips, silencing me.

"I'd be a fool to not know what troubles the person I love", he cooed in my ear and patted my head, lifting me off him. Fuck, I didn't notice I was on his lap the whole time. I let a cough out and look at him, questioningly. His hood is down now, showing his wavy black hair. He's wearing a black mask which covers his nose and mouth just like the ones we wore in the pandemic.

He must have sensed me looking at his mask and takes it off. A subconscious "wow" escapes me and shit, I want to disappear right now. This embarrasses me and makes my cheeks burn. Why God?Why? And now he smirks at me. Way to go MC, feed his ego now, pfft.

He clears his throat and snaps me from marvelling him. I just want to dig my own grave right now.

He tries to start, "Do you want to talk about it, whatever just-"

"Nope", I interject him.

"Okay then. Are you alright now? Do you want to lie down, rest for a bit more?", he suggests, putting his hands in his pockets. He's nervous, probably because he hasn't been in such situations.

"Not really. I feel better now", I reply back, looking at him, "Um, how did you find me?"

"I traced your location from the network tower your phone accessed while messaging me", he hinted at me.

"But how did you get to me so fast, like I texted you about 10 minutes before...", I try to converse the part where he kidnapped me, giving me a shocker of a lifetime.

"Let's say I was around this area since a few days", he replies back, looking kind of pissed? Damn, I can sense the trail of anger emerging from him.

"What were you thinking? You knew this was a fucking suicide mission before deciding, didn't you? Why did you not discuss any of THIS with me?!", he finally lets it all out.

"And you would have let me?", I snapped back, "If I can save them both, why shouldn't I? And it wasn't like I was going to play by Michael's script. I had a plan but you jeopardised it!"

"No way in hell will I ever let you anywhere near that creep. What if it was Michael instead of me! Then what would have happened huh?!", he hisses back at me, and slumps down in his chair.

"By the way, he would have caught on to your little plan had you taken one step further into the cave. There was a CCTV on the entrance but you didn't know that, right?" he scoffs and gets on his computer.

Fuck. I didn't consider the CCTV part. The fact that he could plant cameras all around the 60 miles long mine never crossed me.

"I- But-", I try to start but fail to get anything out that would make sense.

"Yeah right, this is just what I expected", he says without even looking at me. We both stayed quiet for a while with awkwardness hanging in the air.

"What all happened when I was asleep?", I ask him.

He looks at me for a while before he starts describing, "You kept saying 'I am sorry' repeatedly, kept shaking your head furiously. You were even sweating profusely and whimpering too. At first, I thought you had a fever or maybe side effects of chloroform that I had to use but then you suddenly screamed and rest I think you are aware of."

I kept quiet for a few minutes before speaking up. "You know, I saw Hannah in my dream", he stiffens up. "She kept begging me to save her and when I didn't, she strangled me. Then, suddenly, she lets go of me only to get shot and her lifeless body falls on me."

He looks at me, speechless, and with a hard stare, his glossy eyes stays on me. Then, he strides over to me and gently cups my face with his two hands. "Has it ever happened before?", he asks in a soft voice. It has. It has because it was closely related to my own childhood trauma but I won't tell him that. Especially, when all I can see is pain and guilt in his eyes, silently blaming himself for it.

"Nope", I lie to him. I'll tell him when things settle down a bit but right now, nope. We look at each other, not breaking contact. He's so close to me. One of his hands grazes the skin exposed between my pants and top. It is when I gasp by his hand's sudden touch that he closes the space between us and presses his lips on mine softly. One of his hands wanders in my top and the other holds my nape lightly.

Everything about it was soft, gentle and comforting. The light brushing of our lips. It wasn't sexual. Nope. It was reassuring, his way of telling me that we will save Hannah. Not him or me, but us. He breaks away, keeping our foreheads pressed together, his hand still on my nape. "I will make him pay for this MC. For all that he has done to Hannah, to you. I will make him beg me for death", he solemnly pledges and presses his lips to my forehead.

"I have to handle some business about my pursuers right now. I have already overstayed my visit here, longer than I should have", he pauses. "Um, about Michael. We have to make a plan, a foolproof one and um, I'll need your help again. Not right now, a little later", he implies suggestively, giving a small smile.

"I wanted to take a shower as well. I was sweating a lot back there apparently. Plus, it will help me calm my nerves and clear my head", I reply, scratching the back of my head.

"Yeah sure, the bathroom's that way," he shows me and gets back to his work while I get busy overthinking everything.

I bolt the door and start stripping, thinking a thousand things at once. Sighing, I turn on my shower, close my eyes and let my mind go blank as cold water drums over my skin, loosening my limbs and calming my mind. I stay like this for a few seconds before I slip down with the tiles and sit down the cold floor, my head hung low while letting go of the restraints I have restricted on myself. I need to get out of this emotional dilemma because I can no longer afford to stay like this. Especially now that I have bigger things to do.

"So when I get out of this shower, there should no longer be any traces of weakness", I command myself.

I have to stay strong. Because I am. Because I can be.

PART-3

#duskwood mc #duskwood jake #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood everbyte #duskwood #duskwood jake x player #jake x mc #duskwood turmoils of you

[woodsfae]

Babylon 5 s02e10 Gropos S02 Table of Contents • previous episode

"No traffic, no complaints, no noise. Traitors, troublemakers, and ambassadors all tucked snugly in their little beds. I love this time of night."

Well, now something's definitely going to happen, Ivanova. You've jinxed it!

*jumpgate opens. 6 ships inbound.*

Is General Richard Franklin related to Doctor Stephen Franklin? Aaaand that was answered very quickly. Dr Franklin's dad has arrived with 25,000 soldiers that Sheridan needs to find berths for. I don't even want to imagine. And the influx! It'll be standing room only in every single crack and crevice of the place.

From a Trekkie point of view, rotating shifts of soldiers getting downtime on the station while the rest do whatever on the newly spacious ships seems like a better idea than "find 25,000 beds right now."

General Franklin: "I had an Alfredo Garibaldi under my command during the Dilgar invasion. Excellent soldier." Garibaldi: "That was my dad." General Franklin: *raises an eyebrow* "So much for genetics."

sick burn, dude. One of those lines that startles a laugh out of me. B5 has a lot of those. Way, way more surprise-laugh lines than any other show I can think of.

Yikes. This classified mission sounds like extremely bad news, and very classic USA imperialism interfering. Yeah, go on to a sovereign planet and wipe out one of the factions waging civil war at the request of one of the factions. That way always lies long term stability, duh.

But Sheridan was on the planet Akdor before? Earth has been around in the armed conflicts already, apparently.

Babylon 5 didn't already have enough armaments to defend against a warship? Sheridan not wanting the weapons is sorta understandable. But I'd rather have enough weaponry to deter anyone from poking holes in the walls between me and explosive decompression. (space fascinates and terrifies me)

The Franklin sisters sound impressive!

Bummer. General Franklin is xenophobic, humanocentric, and really invested in Stephen Franklin using his xenobiology experience to make xenobiological weapons.

Yeah I could never be in the military. The first time someone called me a mutant maggot I'd be court martialed for my response.

Seriously, rotate the soldiers in and out for leave. Cramming them all on board at once is too much.

The emotionalism of these parent-child relationship plots is kinda lost on me. My thoughts are "talking hasn't worked so far! Why bother beating your head against a brick wall. Not worth it."

Susan's advice to Stephen is far superior for relationships continuing to exist, that's for sure.

Lay hands on the Minbari Ambassador? Smart.

Shit, I want this soldier lady on my side no matter what. Also, excellent fight choreography.

What is up with all the mutant insults? Rubs me the wrong way. But dehumanization usually does.

Stephen Franklin: *tries to apologize* Dad Franklin: "I didn't raise you to say things you didn't mean!"

See? So much less of a headache to just stop trying to talk to unreasonable people.

Sheridan is an amazing peacekeeper. It often does take a third party to talk the emotionally riled up people around. And he's very good at it.

Garibaldi: "So, uh... what would you like to see first?" Durman: "Good restaurant." Garibaldi: "Okay." Durman: "Then your quarters."

get it, girl.

Welch is a good wingman, hah.

You're way, way overthinking it Garibaldi. Making this casual hookup real weird. Dodger/Durman's actor is spectacular. The way she pitches her voice low and loud when talking in public, but goes high when angry in private is some a+ acting.

Awww, father-son bonding.

I am enjoying the B5 staff guy Keffer hanging out with the two gropos. But how do you end up a 30 yr infantry person?? this guy does not look 50, and I can't imagine being a 50 year old grunt in the military, holy shit, rough life.

Kliest just wants to be a dick. Gonna be a racist idiot and try to assault the Minbari ambassador, then gonna start shit with the one B5 staff with a huge, fearless vet at his back?

Rando gropo: "Battle call!"

🎵 I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier 🎵

hilarious. Bar fight!

"And when I get back, I promise, we'll talk."

soooo Dad Franklin is definitely dying on Akdor, yeah?

There are some things on B5 that are just wonderful, aspirational, and a little depressing in their current relevance. Today's example: the black reporter, Tanya Wallace, with dreadlocks, respected as a journalist.

Dad Franklin made it, but Dodger died? :( And also Keffer's two bunkmate buddies. Very sad days.

Fitting for the episode to end right after panning across the lives lost so Earth can have a base closer to Narn and Centauri.

Pretty entertaining and enjoyable as far as Garibaldi episodes! And I appreciated the Family Franklin highlight, too!

next episode

#babylon 5 #woodsfae gif #woodsfae b5

[sicjimin]

How about pregnant Jimin; he's halfway along and feeling more kicks and movements and still deals with random times of sickness. After a bad episode of vomiting, his bf (ur choice who) comes to help and cuddles, rubbing Jimin's tummy and feels the baby kick his hand for the first time 🥺

a.n : a short and fluff one for this cute prompts, thank you anon for requesting this ! (i'm sorry this is such a short one, hope this still up to your liking~) (and i kinda turn the prompt upside down)

tw : mpreg

Jimin groans, tightening his grip on Namjoon's hand that was busy reading his book besides him—while his other hand crumpling his shirt. Potraying how hard he tries to hold himself and how the baby is giving him a hard time, when he feels it squirm under his skin, and light kick then and there. It hurts .. and makes him queasy—and it's a problem since he just had his lunch few minutes ago, and he wants to keep it. He's starving. And he had already throw up his breakfast .. if he didn't keep this one, Jimin doesn't know what he should do.

This pregnancy has been hard for him, and he can't help but worry with his unability to keep any food or even drinks down the past few weeks. So he's adamant to keep this one, a nice lunch, but .. gosh. It's hard.

"Joonie ..", he breathes out, "Can you tell the baby to stop moving?"

Namjoon looks at him, confused, as he closes his book and put it away on the table. He fixes Jimin's hands on him, "What?"

"They are ...", Jimin press his fist, willing the sour burp that tastes exactly like his lunch to go down. "moving a lot .. and it makes me .. nauseous"

Namjoon coos, scooting closer to places his hand on the younger bump, "Can i?"

Jimin nods, letting his body relaxed when Namjoon's palm touching his swelling stomach. He also could feel how the movement under there lessen a bit.

"They was searching for his Papa", Jimin chuckles, tilting his head a bit to get a proper look of his bump and his boyfriend that busy gushing over it. Talking to it animatedly. Namjoon looks at him, confused, "How?"

Jimin shrugs, "They are not moving too much now", he shifts to get more comfortable on the couch, and tugging his shirt, exposing his bump—giving Namjoon a more clear way, "Keep doing it"

Namjoon chuckles, amusement prominent in his face—like how could just by touching Jimin's stomach, the baby can calm down? How is it any different with Jimin's touching it? Can their baby really differentiate them?—"You're so demanding, love", he teases, but complies nonetheless. He also shifts on his seat, pulling Jimin to cuddle against him, then brings his hand back to Jimin's stomach—moving his palm on circular motion.

Jimin hums at the touch, feeling content.

And he's sure he was almost lulled to sleep with how comfortable he felt, when the little demons in his stomach squirm again. Giving a quick jab to his stomach. "Ah ..", he whimpers, startled with the sudden kick.

"What?", Namjoon also startled, confused, "What's wrong?"

"The baby is kicking, don't you feel it?", Jimin mumbles, closing his eyes when he feels nausea coming back as his stomach slosh.

"No?"

The baby kicks again, and Jimin sucked a breath at that—feeling a splash of his lunch licking up to his throat because of the kicking. "The left side .."

Namjoon's eyes widen, quickly slides his hand to Jimin's left side, and ... "Oh?!", he gasps. "Jimin! They are kicking!"

Jimin sits straight. His hand hovers over his mouth.

"Are you okay, love?", Namjoon fall from his shock and excitement, now noticing how distressed Jimin is. Jimin shakes his head, before shutting his eyes shut when he feels another kick and squirm from his stomach—he gags quietly, then before Namjoon can react, he runs to the bathroom.

Jimin holds his bump, as his feet races between his stomach, to reach the toilet. He slams the bathroom door, just in time when he gags over his palm again—and this one, much to his hatred, a productive one, causing vomit to seeps over his fingers. He hastily open the lid, barely can hear Namjoon's call behind him, before he let his hand go, along with a burp—and vomit pours out from his lips.

He shut his eyes, shuddered at the loud splash, and heaves in a breath before his stomach jerks under his palm, and he gurgles out a big wave of his lunch. He can clearly taste the soup he ate earlier on his tongue. And that triggers him for the next wave without getting a second to breathe.

"Jiminie .."

Jimin whimpered at his boyfriend's voice. His muscles unconciously relaxed when Namjoon's hand starts rubbing his back. "Joon ..", he croakes out, sniffling. "This is horrible"

"I know .. just let it out", Namjoon murmurs quietly. "You will feel better then"

Jimin sniffles once again, before his lips quiver, and he's back facing the toilet with a strained gag. Jimin shuddered with one retch after another, spewing a chunky flood from his mouth as his stomach egaer to emptying it self. Sweat made his shirt stick to his back. He feels hot all over.

It took him few minutes, before Jimin deemed he had enough and slump himself against his boyfriend. Namjoon reaches to flush the sick, then snatching the toilet paper to wipes his tired boyfriend's sweats and tears as the latter pants to catch his breath.

"Joonie .. that was my lunch", Jimin sadly mumbles after he breaks out from his tired daze, still sitting in front of the toilet. "I can't keep it down", he pouts, and blames his pregnant hormone for the sudden tears that seeps into his eyes and the sobs that following right after.

"Hey .. Jimin-ah, baby", Namjoon gapes, before he chuckles fondly, "Why are you crying?", he tugs Jimin closer, and Jimin quick to find his place—nestles his face to the older crooks and let his tears soaking his shirt.

"It's okay .. it was the baby", Namjoon tries to comfort him. His hand still moving up and down to Jimin's spine, "Maybe that was too hard to disgest .. we can try smoothie after this, a lighter one", he suggest, "How does that sound?"

"What if i throw it up again?", Jimin whines in between sobs, "The baby will shrink!"

And with that Namjoon breaks into laugh, gaining a slap and louder wail from his boyfriend, "Why are you laughing! i'm serious!"

"I don't think that's how it works, Jiminie", Namjoon smiles, cupping his cheeks that wet with tears, "Our baby will be fine! look how active they are earlier? and if you throw up again, then it's okay. We will find another way", he assures. And when he got nothing but pouts and hiccups from Jimin, Namjoon places a kiss on his forehead. "Now, are you done? or still nauseous?"

"Still queasy .. since they still moving a lot", Jimin mumbles, rubbing his bump, "But i'm empty"

Namjoon nods, "Let's get out of here, okay? I will make you chamomile tea"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!namjoon #and again another mpreg fic

[thegeminisage]

rushed tng update bc i am in a HUGE HURRY. monday we watched "q who" and yesterday i caught "samaritan snare" and "up the long ladder."

q who: had been looking forward to this one for WEEKS. and we were SO SO SO CLOSE. i loved every single thing about the borg. i loved their look. i loved the buildup. i loved their creepy little borg babies. i love their creepy cube ship because getting menaced by cubes is the natural state of the enterprise.

BUT NO ONE. GOT. BORGED

they had the perfect opportunity, too...that ensign, gomez? she could have been beamed out of the ship instead of those 18 people dying and they could have seen her when they beamed onto the borg ship. it would have been a wonderful way to impress how different people are once they get borged. that said i did love gomez and i was glad to see her pop back up in another episode. ms motormouth she's so funny she literally just has adhd thank you star trek for the Woman

like, the climax of that was so...anticlimactic. q just warps them back? that's so boring. i was getting ready to give q another chance despite him being SO FUCKING ANNOYING in all his other appearances because he was kind of funny here. like, i see why you guys kept telling me he had something going on with picard. i find it completely horrible just to be clear but i cannot deny that it is going on

AND i loved whatever he had going on with guinan...she was literally ready to get his ass. i loooved her expanded role in this episode and getting to find out more about her

but to have the episode end by q just being like ok i win i;ll take you back now :) come on. we were doing SO well. i was THRILLED. what a case of blueballs. and i checked and apparently only SIX tng episodes deal with the borg? that is so much less than i thought. huge letdown. oh well.

samaritan snare: i really dont understand what they are trying to do with pulaski and picard...is this supposed to be a romantic thing...idgi and i do not like it. like, what's the point of having him almost not survive this operation and then needing HER HELP SPECIFICALLY when he already stated he was uncomfortable with her doing it? the entire thing just rubs me the wrong way.

largely this episode was annoying and i nearly had to stop and close the tab when wesley tried to daddy issues his way into getting picard to parent him

however 2 good things did happen. firstly was the story picard told about getting his ass stabbed when he was an ensign. "a certain giddy warmth actually i laughed out loud" that was something actually.

and the other good thing as when worf was like "you will die without honor. you will never attain the 24th level of awareness" to geordi like i fucking cracked up for real. i wish tng had less unfunny bad humor and more of that because it was hilarious

up the long ladder: this episode was so bad it's UNREAL.

first of all, did worf and pulaski fuck? did that actually happen? they keep trying to make her romantic will picard and then will's dad and now WORF? what is GOING ON on this fucking ship??

i was actually kind of into whatever she and worf had going on when it was just a "let's be reckless idiots and drink the tea" thing because it was just that fucking stupid that it worked its way around to being endearing but every time i make emotional progress with her i am set back. i'm sorry women.

the rest of this episode was also unspeakable bad way to do clones in the most boring way possible and LMAO at them all hating sex or whatever. because it's a way to make them appear more unnatural <3 ok.

even riker slutting it up with that one irish chick couldn't save it because. and i feel insane saying this. every time those guys were onscreen they played like the funny music. you know. when irish characters get the little jig music and it's funny because they're irish? 90s tv did this a lot. shore leave in tos did it too. i'm so exhausted

ALSO LMAOOO TURNING THIS POOR WOMAN INTO BREEDING STOCK...not even asking her...misogyny wins again. i'm sure we can find another woman somewhere dot meme. good fucking god

i don't remember what episodes come next and i don't care because i'm going in release order and guess what was released next. final frontier. spock movie. it's finally time to see him again.....................

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Tumblr Exclusive Bonus Episode: The Rescue

"Caleb!" Evelyn rushed forward when she saw the witch hunters grab Caleb, but he had just enough time to shove her backwards before getting overwhelmed. She fell hard on her side of the portal, and couldn't recover before he was completely pinned down by the angry mob. 

She sat stunned for a few moments, unable to fully comprehend what had just happened. 

"If the others find out about you they will kill you, they'll probably kill both of us." 

"They would kill you just for spending time with me?"

 "I don't know, but if they thought I was corrupted, it's likely."

Their conversation from all those years ago rang through Evelyn’s head.

 They were going to kill him. 

They were going to kill him and it was all Evelyn’s fault.

 It took Flapjack pulling her hair to snap her out of her daze.

She needed to save him! But she couldn't do it on her own. Flapjack transformed into a staff and Evelyn sped towards Jasper’s dormitory. She pounded on the door until it opened. 

"Evie?" Jasper answered the door. "What's wrong?"

"They took him! They took Caleb! He just got through the portal and they were waiting for him! I tried to help but there was nothing I could do! And now, oh Titan! Now they've got him! They'll kill him! They're going to kill him!"

"Evelyn, slow down," Jasper said. "Slow down, breathe."

He wrapped his arms around her, she was shaking. 

"They're going to kill him." She sobbed. "They're going to kill him and it's all my fault."

"Caleb's in trouble?" Becks asked, rubbing sleep from their eyes. 

"We have to help him!" Evelyn insisted, "You have to help me, please!" 

"We will." Jasper said. "Of course we will. But we can't just rush in. We need a plan."

"We also should make sure there is even a point in risking it…" Becks added.

"Of course there is a point! He's our friend! If it were one of us he would…"

"That's not what I meant, Evie. If there is a chance of saving him, no matter how small, we will take it. Of course we will. But…he's told us about the witch hunters, they are swift to act. It might already be too late." 

Evelyn’s heart twisted at those words.

"No! No, it can't be!" Tears flooded her eyes. She knew Becks was right, but she hated them for saying it. 

Jasper wrapped his arms around his sister. "Send Flapjack to do some reconnaissance. We can come up with a plan while he figures out whether or not Caleb is still…you know…"

Evelyn was shaking. She couldn't allow herself to imagine that Caleb might be dead already. She thought back to when she had witnessed that poor old woman get murdered all those years ago. She thought of Caleb dying the same way…killed by those he once trusted…she couldn't bear it.

She sobbed into Jasper’s shoulder. He rubbed her back. After a long, long time, Flapjack returned. He flew right into Evelyn’s hands and reported back what he had found out. Evelyn let out a sob as he finished.

Becks and Jasper looked at her expectantly. 

"Is he…?" Jasper asked.

"He's still alive for now." Evelyn replied. "H-he…he's in bad shape, but he's still alive. They're going to put him on trial, but…if he's found guilty they'll…" she broke off, unable to finish the sentence. "He doesn't want us to come after him. He says it's too big of a risk and…" she nearly broke, "he told Flapjack to tell me he loves me. And asked me to have a good life…" She couldn't maintain any composure after that, she crumpled completely into Jasper’s arms, sobbing so hard it made her chest ache. He had given up. He wanted her to give up on him.

"Alright." Becks said, they took out a large piece of paper and spread it across the desk. "So, let's make a plan. First things first, we need to know the terrain. Both of you have been to the Human Realm, right? Do you think you could draw a map?"

"Wait, when were you there?" Evelyn asked. 

"A long time ago, it doesn't matter. You're a better artist, why don't you do it?"

Evelyn hadn’t been to the human realm in three years, but she did her best to plot out the important locations. Flapjack helped her when she couldn't remember, he also helped her fill in the inside of the settlement where she had never been. 

"Let’s not make a move until we know the results of the trial." Jasper said. "If we don't need to intervene it will be safer for us and Caleb. I can have Rigby listen in and tell us the result. We can hide out nearby so we can react quickly if we have to."

"Flapjack should do it, he knows the fort."

"I'm sure he does, I'm also sure that after all these years people have undoubtedly noticed him and connected him with Caleb. There's no chance of anyone recognizing Rigby. Besides, he's faster than Flapjack."

Flapjack indignantly piped up that he was not. 

"If we do have to act, it will have to be quick." Becks said, "We will need a big distraction."

"I don't want to risk hurting anyone." Evelyn said, "Caleb has friends in the settlement, and his little brother."

"We can primarily use illusions." Jasper said, "we're all fairly good at them. We can duplicate ourselves and attack from the sky. That should cause enough confusion."

"That won't be enough," Evelyn said, "if they see us coming towards Caleb they could guard him. We need to do something so big it causes confusion on multiple fronts."

"Do you have something in mind?" Becks asked.

"Yes, but I don't think I'll be able to pull it off on my own. I'm going to need Zipporah."

"We are not dragging Zip into this, no way. I don't even like the idea of you coming along, I just know trying to talk you out of it will be a waste of time and breath."

"I don't want to bring her in either, but she is a better illusionist than all of us combined."

"Evelyn is right, Jaz." Argued Becks. "I've seen what Zipporah can do, having someone with that amount of talent come along will make it safer for all of us, and increase the likelihood of success."

Jasper glared at Becks, clearly feeling betrayed. 

"Fine." He finally agreed, "but I will only agree to bringing her along if you and her stay hidden outside the fort. Beck and I will be the ones to take any actual risk. And if something goes wrong, you get yourselves out. You forget about us, you forget about Caleb, you get yourself and Zip to safety. Agreed?"

Evelyn didn't respond right away.

"Agreed?!" Jasper pressed. 

"Alright." Evelyn replied. She would absolutely not honor the agreement if push came to shove. Once she crossed over into the Human Realm, she was not leaving without Caleb. If that meant she ended up hanging beside him, then at least they would die together. She told as much to Flapjack as she waited outside her brother's dormitory waiting for Jasper and Beck to quickly dress. 

"If Jasper and Becks fail, bring Zipporah home, okay? I won't abandon Caleb, it's my fault he is in this mess, I won't let him die alone." 

Flapjack protested. 

"Please, Flapjack. Hopefully it won't come to that, but if it does, I need to know my sister will be safe."

Reluctantly Flapjack agreed. She could feel his sorrow. He was already feeling guilty that he couldn't help Caleb, Evelyn knew it was cruel to ask this of him, but she had made up her mind. She would not live without Caleb, but she had to protect Zipporah. 

Flapjack and Rigby took shifts spying on Grave Field until they were able to figure out the exact time of the trial, which was to be the following day at noon, they continued to watch the settlement just in case something happened.

Meanwhile, Evelyn filled Zipporah in on what was happening, unsurprisingly, Zipporah was more than eager to join her siblings on the rescue mission. Together the four of them went over their plan, revised it, and reviewed it again, over and over until they all felt confident they could recite it in their sleep. They only had one chance, failure could mean death. It had to be perfect. 

Evelyn woke Zipporah early the next day and they met Becks and Jasper at the portal. 

"This is it," Becks said. "Are you ready?"

"Ready as we'll ever be." Evelyn said. Her insides were so twisted at the moment it was all she could do not to vomit.

She opened the portal and they all stepped through. Becks and Zipporah looked around in wide-eyed wonder. 

Evelyn let Jasper and Becks pull ahead before turning to Zipporah. She handed her the vial of Titan’s Blood.

"If something goes wrong, you take this, take Flapjack, and get yourself home. Understand?"

"What about you?" Zipporah asked.

"Don't worry about me. I know where to find more Titan’s Blood in this realm, you don't. I will meet up with you later." 

Zipporah clung to Evelyn, burying her face in Evelyn’s chest. "Everything is going to be okay, right?"

"Of course." Evelyn said, "I just want to make sure you're safe. What we're about to do is dangerous. I want to make sure you don't get hurt. It's better to have a plan and not need it than to need it and not have it, right?"

Zipporah nodded. Together, the group of four crept through the forest until the settlement was in sight.

"Okay, Rigby is going to watch the trial for us." Jasper said, "let's rest here until we know the results."

"If he's found guilty, that's the tree they'll bring him to." Evelyn said, pointing to the place where she watched the angry mob murder the old woman. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might break her chest. She was shivering, trying her very hardest not to imagine Caleb swinging from the branches. Zipporah took her hand and squeezed it. Jasper put his hand on her shoulder.

"We won’t let him die." Jasper promised. 

Evelyn nodded, unable to speak around the lump in her throat. Jasper insisted on going over the plan one more time as they waited. Minutes passed like hours. Finally, Rigby came tearing out of the fort. He cawed to Jasper before transforming into a staff. Evelyn didn't need to ask the verdict, it was clear from the look on Jasper’s face.

"Alright." Jasper said. "This is it. We have one chance. Remember, wait until he is outside the fort."

Evelyn and Zipporah both nodded.

"Good luck." Zipporah said. 

"You too," Becks replied.

As Becks and Jasper flew off, Evelyn and Zipporah took up their positions. Evelyn felt sick with nerves. After waiting for what felt like forever, Caleb finally appeared from the settlement, even from a distance Evelyn could see he was in bad shape, but he walked with his head held high, despite the ropes binding his hands behind his back or the blood stains on his shirt. 

Evelyn and Zipporah worked together to draw a giant spell circle and together they created the biggest illusion either of them had ever seen…

Continued: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47368897/chapters/126082669

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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic - Chapter 18

Hey there friends! I hope you all are doing well. I’m counting down the days until I can finally move out of my parents house. I love them but they are problematic and messy as fuck and I’m getting really tired of it. I just want out. Thank you for being kind and understanding about my wacky posting schedule. I really appreciate it. Also I can’t even begin to explain how much the comments I get mean to me. They’re always so sweet and they make my day, so if you have left a comment or sent me a note about this fic just know that I appreciate your communications so much. 

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The reader and Eddie make their way through the woods and end up at Skull Rock. They’re out of supplies and have lost their one way to communicate with the gang. As things seem to become more and more desperate, the reader and Eddie struggle to remain hopeful about the future.

DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS: Not really a whole bunch I guess. Mentions of dead bodies/violence, language but we’ve already had all that in here so I’m sure you’re used to it. Also, this is a fix-it fic in more than just avoiding the reality that we all don’t want to face about episode 9. I am going to change a few little things about the plot of some of the episodes to fit my purposes. It’s still following the basic outline but some little things will be a bit different because this is my fic and I can do what I want.

Chapter 18

It had been a long night to say the least. The swim to the shore had been exhausting. We sat at the edge of the woods for several hours, watching as Jason tried and failed to retrieve his friend’s body. When he realized the situation was hopeless, he swam back to shore and disappeared to the house. While he was in there, Eddie returned to the water and got back in the boat. He rowed it as fast as he could back to me. Together we hid it in a pile of brush along the shoreline. We had just finished disguising the boat when we first heard the sirens. Then there was a swarm of police cars and emergency vehicles piling up the driveway of Reefer Rick’s house. Eddie and I disappeared into the dark woods before we could see any of the police get out of their cars. 

---

I woke up with my head in Eddie’s lap. We were huddled together under a stone formation that resembled a human skull. My clothes were still mildly damp from the night before and a chill had settled in throughout my body. Eddie slept slouched against the rock’s wall, his head rolled towards his left shoulder. I sat up sleepily and rubbed at my eyes. My skin and body felt wrong. I was cold and clammy and my body was stiff and sore. I tried to stretch out the kinks in my muscles, but they seemed to have settled deeply.

I nudged Eddie awake and he woke with a jolt. When his eyes locked on me, he let out a long breath. He looked around at our surroundings and smirked.

“What could possibly be funny about this situation?” I asked.

“This place is called Skull Rock,” Eddie said, “It was so dark last night I didn’t realize we’d made it all the way out here.”

“I’m still missing the joke,” I said.

“It’s a make out place,” Eddie said. “Kinda ironic that we ended up here don’t you think?”

“That’s one word for it,” I said. 

Eddie got quiet and rubbed slowly at my back. I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped both arms around me and held me close against him.

“I suppose we can’t go back to the house,” Eddie said.

“Probably not,” I said. “I just hope the others realize it’s not safe anymore,”

“Shit,” Eddie said. “We don’t have a walkie, do we?”

“I left it in the bedroom back at the house,” I said.

“Shit,” Eddie said again. “We’ve gotta find one,”

“Because walkie talkies are just lying around in the woods?” I asked.

Eddie thought for a moment. Something dawned on him and he looked up suddenly. “Wait,” he said. “If we’re at Skull Rock, then that means the construction site is just west of here,” he said.

“Construction site?” I asked.

“Sorry,” Eddie apologized, realizing he wasn’t making sense. “There’s a home being built not far from here. There’s probably a spare walkie talkie somewhere on that site,”

“And you’re going to get one how exactly?” I asked.

“I’ll be sneaky,” Eddie said.

“Oh no,” I said, “No, no, no if you’re caught you’re dead,”

“Are you going to steal it then?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said. “At least if I get caught I can just say I got lost in the woods and was trying to figure out my way home. They’ll believe me,”

Eddie looked at me for a moment as if he wasn’t sure. He sighed and gave in. “Fine, but we’re only doing this because I’m wanted for murder,”

“What the fuck,” I said, “What have we gotten ourselves into?”

“Beats me,” Eddie chuckled.

---

We headed west until we heard the sound of construction equipment at work. We paused and then slowly approached as the sound got clearer. Eddie and I sat along the treeline for a while, observing the workers. There were several with walkie talkies, but they all had them strapped on to their belts.

“This is impossible,” I said.

“We just gotta wait for somebody to put one down,” Eddie said.

It felt like we waited for hours. Eventually though, I saw one man walk towards a pile of what must’ve been his belongings. It was near our location and I whispered a little prayer that he wouldn’t see us in the woods. The man set down his walkie talkie as he picked up his lunch bag. 

“There!” I hissed. Eddie nodded. “I’m going,” I said and bolted out of the trees. I croached so as not to draw too much attention to myself. I snuck as best I could to the walkie talkie, grabbed it and then sprinted back to the woods. My heart was pounding but it wasn’t from the running. I let out a tense breath of air and held the device to my chest.

“Fantastic,” Eddie said. “Truly fantastic work.” He kissed the side of my head and then helped me up.

As we walked back to Skull Rock, we fiddled with the walkie. It was much more high tech than Dustin’s had been and it took us a moment to figure out how to work it. Once we tuned it to the correct channel, we tried to contact our friends. It took a few minutes but we finally got a response.

“Eddie? Y/N?” Dustin asked.

“We’re here?” I said.

“Oh my God,” Dustin sighed. “Oh my God, we’ve been trying to contact you, what happened?”

“Jason found us,” I said. “And-,”

“It happened again,” Eddie said. “Vecna went after one of Jason’s guys,”

There was pause. “Are you two ok?”

Eddie closed his eyes and pressed his hands over them for a moment. “Nah, nah man, we’re pretty far from ok,”

“Where are you?” Dustin asked.

“Skull Rock,” I said.

“Don’t move!” Dustin said. “We’ll be there as soon as possible,”

---

It seemed like it took them ages to reach us. Eddie began to get nervous, thinking something had happened to them before the could get out to Skull Rock. I tried to remain hopeful but it was hard when all I could see when I closed my eyes was the sight of Jason’s friend being lifted out of the water. Eddie was pacing back and forth while I sat under the enclosure of the rock.

“Eddie?” I asked. I hadn’t thought of what I wanted to say but I knew I needed to talk about what we’d witnessed the previous night. I felt like I might explode if I didn’t.

“Hmm?” he asked. He suddenly stopped pacing and squatted down next to me.

“What happened last night,” I said, “to the boy in the water...was that - was that what happened to Chrissy?”

Eddie looked haunted for a moment. He was looking at the ground but I could tell he wasn’t really seeing it. Slowly Eddie began to nod his head. He sat down and rested his back against the rock.

“It was horrible,” he said. “I couldn’t do anything. She just was gone. And then it just happened so fast and she hit the floor like an anvil and she was dead,”

Eddie closed his eyes and buried his face in my shoulder. I let my hand rest on his knee. I could feel his skin through the shredded hole in his pants. He was cold. I started to rub at his leg softly.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I knew what you saw was terrible, but until last night I didn’t realize what exactly it was. I’m just so sorry, especially since you were on your own when it happened to Chrissy,”

“She just seemed so kind,” he said suddenly. “I can’t shake the feeling that she was going through something that none of us knew about and then for her to die so horrifically, it’s just unfair. She was so on edge when we met in the woods. I tried to make her feel comfortable, but I couldn’t get through totally. There was something really messing with her,”

“What Vecna is doing is already fucked up, but to go after people who are hurting is low,” I said.

“Well he wouldn’t be a super villain if he was nice to people,” Eddie chuckled, lifting his head from my shoulder.

Suddenly we heard twigs snapping in the woods. I could hear voices, but they weren’t close enough for me to determine who they belonged to. There was at least two of them and they seemed to be bickering. We braced for an attack as the voices got closer. Then I recognized them. It was Steve and Dustin.

The boys appeared out of the woods suddenly, trailed by Nancy, Robin, Max, and Lucas. When they were all in sight, I rushed out from our hiding place under the rock. I hugged Dustin tightly. Eddie followed me and Dustin let me go to embrace Eddie.

“Good lord,” Dustin sighed. “We thought you were dead. It’s good to see both of you,”

---

We all exchanged our stories from the night before. We recounted our narrow escape from the house and the death of Jason’s friend. They explained to us that they had located Victor Creel’s house and had paid it a visit. While they were there, they discovered that the lights seemed to have a life of their own. They led them to the attic, where they seemed to surge with power. 

“Wait,” Eddie said, “what time did this happen at?”

“I don’t know,” Nancy said, “maybe like nine thirty?”

Eddie and I glanced at each other. “My watch got drenched and stopped working last night when we dove into the lake.” Eddie said, taking off his watch at tossing it to Nancy. “Seem like the time you saw the lights in the attic?”

Nancy looked down at the broken watch. “Nine twenty seven,” she muttered. “It has to be connected,” 

“What does that mean though?” Robin asked.

“Vecna has to be in that house,” Nancy said. “But in the Upside Down. That’s why we didn’t see him when we were there. But he can connect with people over the different dimensions somehow,”

As we continued discussing different theories, I noticed Dustin pacing around us, looking at his compass. I caught Eddie’s glance and nodded towards my cousin. Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed together.

“Is uh, he ok?” Eddie asked. “I mean Henderson’s not cursed is he?”

“Cursed? No,” Steve said with a sigh. “Mental? Absolutely,”

Then out of nowhere Dustin yelled “BADA BADA BOOM!” and we all stopped to look at him. He got quiet and repeated himself, pointing at Steve. “I was right. Skull Rock was north,”

Steve began to protest, yelling at Dustin that he was wrong entirely and that Steve was right about how to get to Skull Rock, seeing that he was able to correctly direct them to our location.

“Yes,” Dustin said, “And no.” Dustin then explained that as they got closer and closer to Skull Rock, the compass became more and more inaccurate. “We’ve seen it before, a compass will deflect to the strongest electromagnetic field that it can sense.”

“Oh my God,” Lucas mumbled and covered his mouth with his hand.

“Oh my God what?” Eddie asked.

“When Eleven first opened the gate three years ago, it created a ridiculously powerful electromagnetic field,” Dustin said. 

“It threw off our compass then,” Lucas explained.

“So, if our compass is going wild again, the only explanation is -,” Dustin started.

“There’s a gate close by,” I finished.

“Exactly,” Dustin said. “And if we follow this compass we’ll find it,”

---

It was dark by the time we stopped our hike. Dustin’s compass had led us to the edge of Lover’s Lake. We were too close for comfort to where Jason had hunted Eddie and I down the previous night. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy at being so close to the location of last night’s horrors.

“This is almost exactly where it happened last night,” Eddie said.

“You mean where Patrick was attacked?” Lucas asked.

Patrick? Was that the name of the boy who had died? He may have wrongfully been hunting down Eddie, but that boy, Patrick, didn’t deserve to die in the way that he did. He was just a kid.

“Yeah,” Eddie said.

“It was just over there,” I said, pointing out to the lake. “His body dropped there,”

“We gotta go out there,” Dustin said.

“How?” Steve asked. “And don’t suggest that we swim,”

“We don’t have to,” Eddie said.

We led them to the place where we had hid Reefer Rick’s boat. Once we had pulled away the brush covering it, we pushed the boat just into the water. Steve and Eddie held it in place as Nancy and Robin climbed in. Steve went in after that. Eddie climbed in and then Dustin and I tried to step aboard.

“Whoa Henderson, you trying to sink us?” Eddie asked, putting a hand out and stopping Dustin. “We’re at capacity,”

“It’s my theory!” Dustin said.

“It’s my boat,” Eddie smirked.

“Eddie,” I said sternly. “if you think I’m letting you out on that lake without me, you’re crazy,”

“I must be crazy then,” He said. “I need you to stay here ok? Just watch over these guys, please,”

“Eddie,” I said.

“Babe,” Eddie said, “I’ll be fine,”

I stared at him for a long moment. I stepped into the water and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. I pulled Eddie down and kissed him roughly on the mouth before letting him go.

“You better come back to me, Munson,” I said, jabbing him in the chest with my finger.

“Will do your highness,” Eddie said.

I pushed the boat further into the water and handed Eddie the oars as they floated away. I stood with Dustin, Lucas, and Max and watched as they rowed out further into the water. My stomach felt tight and my heart was fluttering. Dustin watched through his binoculars and pulled them away as the boat was coming to a stop.

“They must’ve found the gate,” he said.

“What now?” I asked.

“They need to come back,” he said.

I watched as Steve stood up. Strangely enough it looked like he was taking his shoes off. “What is he doing?” I asked.

“He’s taking his shoes off,” Dustin said, he sounded just as confused as I felt. “He’s got his shirt off now. Ew, God, when did Steve get so hairy?”

Max took the binoculars away from Dustin and set her sights on Steve’s shirtless torso. I watched in horror as Steve dove over the edge of the boat and into the water.

“What the fuck is he doing?” I asked. “This was not in the plan,”

I watched with baited breath, hoping Steve would resurface. Suddenly there were sounds of others behind us in the woods. I could see the beams of flashlights through the trees. 

“It’s the police,” Max said.

“We gotta go,” Lucas said.

“Steve hasn’t come back up yet,” I said, not taking my eyes from the water.

The voices were getting louder and the lights were getting brigher. Their beams were sending sparkling ripples over the water. Steve finally came back from the water. I saw him grip the edge of the boat but something went very wrong very quickly. It looked as if something was pulling on him and then he was gone.

“Steve,” I gasped. 

And I watched as one by one Nancy and Robin dove in after him. 

“We have to go,” Dustin said, pulling on my arm. “Y/N, come on,”

“Eddie, I swear to God,” I muttered to myself. I could see him standing in the boat. He looked panicked. “Don’t you dare,”

But he did it. He went head first into the water with a splash. I felt the air rush out of my lung as I saw him disappear.

“EDDIE!” I shrieked.

“Y/N!” Dustin yelled, tugging on my hand. “We have to go! NOW!”

I turned to look at Dustin. His eyes were wide. Max and Lucas were already a few feet into the woods. Dustin’s eyes pleaded with me to follow them. I nodded, feeling my body fall into shock. I allowed Dustin to lead me into the woods and then we were running as fast as we could into the night.

***

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