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queen--of--shadows · 2 years

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Healing Shadows: Part 1

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader is a gifted surgical healer and water bender. Rhysand needs her help when he finds out about Feyre’s risky pregnancy. Azriel finds out reader is his mate.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,317

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

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Part 1: Hopeless

It was a frigid, cold winter day in Velaris. Growing up in the beautiful town of night and stars, you were accustomed to the changing seasons but hated winter the most. As you stood in the back of the clinic, warming your hands by the fireplace, you heard the front door swing open; the bells hung on the back of the door knocking against each other violently. “Madja, please, I need your help,” a deep, rich voice echoed throughout the clinic. A voice you had never heard before, but laced with concern and panic, you couldn’t help but creep behind one of the bookshelves and pretend to stay busy as you eavesdropped on the conversation.

“She won’t be able to pass him naturally. I’ve spent every single day over the past few weeks trying to find a solution, but I can’t find a way out of this. Please, Madja. I need something. I need some kind of hope or some answer. There has to be some option.” Grabbing a few books to reshelve, you turned a corner, and your knees almost buckled on themselves.

Standing at the front of the clinic with his hands on Madja’s shoulders was none other than Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. You immediately recognized his blazing purple eyes, the power thrumming from him and into your very bones. You weren’t one to be easily intimidated, so you kept your focus on the books in your hands and began reshelving. Madja looked over her shoulder, trying to get your attention, but you ignored her. She knew you didn’t like people knowing about your powers, even if it was the High Lord. “I’m sorry, Rhys. I am out of ideas and don’t know what else to do. Y/N and I will do some more research tonight, but I can’t promise anything. We’ve already looked through all our books, but we will look once more. I will try my best, but the High Lady needs you now more than ever; please, go attend to her, and we will try to figure something out.” Rhysand held his stare but finally nodded, disappointment and sadness apparent in those beautiful violet eyes. He stalked out of the clinic, and Madja quickly locked the door behind him.

“What was that all about?” you asked, trying to sound as uninterested and nonchalant as possible, like it was anyone other than the High Lord who just blasted through the front door.

“The High Lady is pregnant. She was in her Illyrian form when her child was formed, and I went to see her a few weeks ago to check on the child. He has wings.”

You didn’t need more information to determine how dangerous the High Lady’s pregnancy was.

“I know you don’t want anyone to know about your gift, but you saw how distraught Rhysand was. I’ve been taking care of him and his brothers for centuries. It would mean a lot to me if you would just consider helping him and Feyre. They would be eternally grateful.” Madja’s words hung in the silent air, and her pleading gaze meant she wanted an answer sooner rather than later.

“I’ll think about it tonight. I can’t promise anything, but… he did seem really worried. I can’t imagine what he must be going through. I’ll have an answer for you by the morning.”

Madja left, and you stayed back to finish cleaning up. Again the front door swung wide open. You jumped and let out a scream, shaken out of your thoughts of the High Lord and Lady. Turning around with the broom in your hand, you took a defensive stance, only to face Rhysand. His raven black hair was ruffled, wings spread out, and violet eyes burning into your own. Neither of you said anything for a few seconds, so you decided to break the silence.

“I was just--” he started. “Madja isn’t here; she left a while ago,” you sputtered out at the same time as him.

Rhys walked over to you, keeping a few paces in between the both of you. “My apologies. I’m Rhysand,” he said, offering a gentle smile and his hand.

“Lord Rhysand, I’m Y/N.”

“Please, call me Rhys. Are you a friend of Madja’s? I’ve never seen you around before.” Appreciating his calm demeanor, you replied, “Yes, I’ve known of Madja for quite some time. I was born and raised in Velaris, actually. I’ve been interested in healing and her knowledge of medicine, so I started as an apprentice here last summer and have been working with her since then. I overheard your conversation earlier; I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Is the High Lady doing alright?”

His smile quickly vanished, replaced with a frown and furrowed brows. “Feyre is…I’m scared.” The concern and fear in his eyes returned. “She doesn’t know, but she won’t be able to pass the baby naturally with its wings. Madja says there’s nothing she can do for her. Shifting into her Illyrian form is too risky, and Madja doesn’t know how to cut into her belly without risking either of their lives. I’m hopeless,” he finished, unknowingly pacing around the room. Madja’s request from earlier still rang in your ears. You had said that you would have an answer for her by the morning, but Rhysand’s words tore at your heart. You didn’t want anyone to know about your surgical knowledge or healing powers, but you empathized with his feeling of helplessness.

Half human and half fae, you had spent years studying in the human realms before even approaching Madja, learning about surgical techniques and spending countless hours operating on cadavers that people had offered once they passed. You were forever grateful for their sacrifice long after they were gone; without them, you wouldn’t have mastered the skills you were now equipped with. You had never performed an actual surgery, let alone on a fae. Another reason you didn’t want Madja telling people of your skills-- you weren’t confident enough yet to go through with them. “Is everything alright, Y/N?” Rhys’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Yes, sorry. Everything is okay; I think maybe more than okay.” A grin slowly etched your face, and Rhys’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I want to be honest, but I don’t want to get your hopes up, Rhys. Nobody knows this except Madja, so I would appreciate your discretion. I studied surgical techniques for years in the human realms. My mother was human and passed away years ago after an accident. She needed a surgeon, but there were none easily accessible to us. After she passed, I promised to learn as much as I could. I’ve worked on cadavers before and am very familiar with pregnant females, but I’ve never performed surgery before, and I’m not 100% confident in my abilities. If you and Feyre want to take the chance, I would be more than willing to perform Feyre’s surgery. I know this is a big decision and not something to take lightly, but Madja told me there are not many options. Please take all the time you need and talk it over with her.”

A tear slipped out of Rhys’s eyes, and he rushed over to grab your shoulders, just like he had with Madja. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for trusting me with this information. Let me talk to Feyre and see what she says. I’ll stop by tomorrow morning to let you know, but I think this will be our best bet. Thank you.”

Rhys rushed out of the clinic. You didn’t realize how tightly you had been gripping the broom this entire time, and your jaw was clenched so tight that an ache seared through your teeth. What did I just get myself into, you thought to yourself as you locked the clinic door behind you and walked back home.

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sbdskate · 1 year

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Laws of Attraction (Part 2) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of)-> Friends/colleagues->Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, sexual themes, NSFW for a hot sec

Word Count: 3,698

A/N: Thank you everyone who read Part 1! As a first fic, I didn’t think this was going to get as much traction as it’s gotten and I’m happy I was able to spread some joy. Part 2 didn't come as easily to me, so again, I appreciate any and all feedback both positive and constructive. Enjoy and stay tuned for part 3 xo

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After weeks of exchanges of redlines, it was clear negotiations with McLaren were going nowhere fast. You showed up for your first in person meeting with McLaren’s attorneys after Singapore, your nerves and imposter syndrome back with a vengeance. Thankfully Joe did not abandon you this time, and ensured you he would be taking the lead for the discussion. Yet you found yourself in Daniel’s dressing room before the meeting, needing a private space pull your thoughts together before the negotiation. As you always did to calm yourself, you power posed in the mirror and repeated your mantra.

“Um. Can I help you?” Daniel stood in the doorway trying to hide a small smirk. He understood this must be a ritual of yours, no different than anything he might do before a race. Yet from an outsider’s perspective, it was objectively a silly sight to behold.

Your face turns red at the realization he found you out. “Power posing… How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.” He paused. “Nervous?”

You sighed. “Yeah, a bit,” you admitted. You knew you shouldn’t make the client you’re representing aware of your insecurities on their own case, yet there you were.

“You’ve been working your ass off on this, I trust you.” He was trying to be supportive, which you appreciated, but you knew the reality of the situation. You spent a lot of time around Daniel the last few weeks, giving you a glimpse into work-life at the paddock. You hoped you would be able to pick up hints of a hostile work environment to bring to the negotiation, but there was no glaring evidence of such. You simply did not have enough bargaining power against McLaren.

“Look, I need to level with you. You know I’m going to fight for you as hard as I can, and I hope I can take them for all they’re worth. But I don’t know what’s going to happen in there. We don’t have as strong of a stance as we thought and I just – I want to manage your expectations on what the outcome might be with this.”

He moved from the doorway to step closer to you. “You think I don’t know that? This whole situation… is shit. And at this point I just want the season to be over so I can take a step back, whatever that means. Yeah it would be nice to get a bit of money out of it, but it’s not even about that anymore. I just want to be heard and acknowledged. I feel like that shouldn’t be too much to ask.”

Your eyes met and you again fought off the urge to grab his hand. You pivoted, putting your emotions back in a jar. “Just remember you don’t have to sign anything today, we’ll negotiate an extension and we’ll do what we can.” He sensed your change in demeanor, whatever window you briefly opened to him was now closed. He had gotten used to this pattern over the last few weeks. You seemed to catch yourself by surprise every time you let your guard down and you quickly corrected yourself. It was infuriating, but fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, Daniel was persistent.

“Right… So, can I – uh - power pose with you a little before we go out there?” He succeeded in earning a small grin from you. You instructed him to widen his stance and put his hands on his hips.

“Do I have to say ‘I’m a boss ass bitch’ too”?

“Technically, no. Should you? Yes, because you will feel like a boss ass bitch. But you can say whatever makes you feel confident.”

The two of you stood there for a few more minutes exchanging manifestations before building the courage to return to the hallway. You found Joe waiting outside.

“Y/n, there you are. How ya feeling kid?” You forced a smile.

“Never better.” Your client may have seen you crack, but you were not going to let your boss see any sign of weakness.

Zak Brown and the McLaren legal team rounded the corner, unsurprisingly encompassed by a group of gruff middle aged men who vaguely resembled thumbs. You all dispersed into the boardroom, exchanging introductions. One of the lawyers turns to you: “Can you get us some coffee, sweetheart? We had a long flight.”

Based on your discourse over email, your expectations were low and this was something you had prepared for. You opened your mouth, about to say something you would surely get you fired, but the partner beat you to it.

“Her name is y/n and you will address her as such. She is a valuable member of our team and I will not tolerate any level of disrespect towards her or anyone else. If that’s too difficult for you, we’re happy to take this to arbitration.” The man pursed his lips together and gave the partner a curt nod, still not bothering to apologize or acknowledge you. You didn’t care, you were above concerning yourself with the opinions of small men. You mouthed thank you to your boss as you sat down.

As you expected, it was a hard negotiation and the McLaren team were a bunch of assholes. Nonetheless, you were able to get them to concede to a not-for-cause termination. You knew it was aggressive to try to get them to agree to a full year severance for 2023, but ultimately were able to get them up to six months which you were satisfied with. Once the meeting was over, the three of you debriefed privately over drinks at the hotel bar.

“Can you believe he called our proposed language cute? Actually, scratch that. I can believe it, but it’s still infuriating.” You were careful to not over-vent around the partner or client, but you had to get some of your frustrations off your chest.

“You handled it like a champ. People don’t like awkward silences, just wait for them to dig themselves in a hole.” It was a relief to receive validation from your boss. You smiled thinking back to the moment. You had simply asked the lawyer to explain what he meant by the statement and sure enough he turned into a stammering mess and fell into the trap of negotiating against himself. You took a well earned sip of scotch.

“I don’t think we’re going to get many changes beyond what we achieved today, but I think we’re in decent shape. Obviously Daniel you don’t have to sign anything you’re not comfortable with,” Joe looked to him for confirmation.

“No, I’m really happy with where we landed. I’ll sleep on it just in case but I think I’m ready to sign. And I just want to thank you both for all your help.” You nearly fell out of your chair though when he turned to Joe and said “I hope you know how lucky you are to have y/n on your team, I don’t think I could have gotten through this without her.”

You were thankful for the dim light of the bar that disguised your growing blush. It shouldn’t have given you any sort of rise, it was an innocent compliment and positive client feedback was gold when it came time for annual reviews and bonuses. Yet you bit your bottom lip to curb your smile before taking another long sip of your drink.

Joe smiled, not thinking about anything other than all the hours billed on the case. “I think we can cheers to that.”

Your eyes met as you clinked glasses, this time you did not avert your gaze. You relished the burn in your throat from the alcohol snapping you out of your trance.

“Now, let’s find you a home for 2023.”

After a long day, you were so tired you didn’t even bother washing your face. You put your pj’s on and climbed into bed, instantly falling into a deep slumber. Your mind wandered back to the boardroom, except instead of other lawyers and red-faced execs, it was just you and Daniel. He walks you backwards until you bump against the boardroom table, finally your lips clash in a feverish kiss. Wandering hands starting at your waist move lower, as your hands move their way from his strong chest to the nape of his neck playing with his soft curls. When he gets to your ass he lifts you onto the table, and you take the opportunity to wrap your legs around his waist, grinding against each other. Neither of you bother undressing, only moving articles of clothing aside barely enough for him to enter you. It’s desperate and messy. Your skirt bunched up at your waist, panties slid to the side, and his pants pooled by his ankles. He nuzzles his face into your neck as he picks up the pace, kissing, sucking, and licking. You throw your head back as you let out a succession of moans, you’re close to reaching your high and –

Your eyes flash open when your alarm goes off. Panting, you lay there a moment after turning off your alarm, finally rolling over to scream into your pillow. You chalk it up to the fact that you’ve basically only been hanging out with Daniel for weeks and 90% of your work has revolved around him, exacerbated by scotch and jetlag from the night before. Still, you feel embarrassed – both at the shame of your sordid thoughts about a client and the disappointment at the lack of friction in real life. You squeeze your thighs together, wanting desperately to continue the fantasy. Instead you settle for a short HIIT workout in a pathetic attempt to relieve the tension and take your mind off of your subconscious creation. It doesn’t work.

You make your way to the paddock, kicking yourself for agreeing to accompany Daniel for press day. Daniel and Lando spot you, both of them smiling and waving you over. Nope, nope, nope, nope. You make a ninety degree turn and keep your head down, not exactly sure where you’re going but you’re positive at this point you can never look him in the eyes ever again.

“What’s gotten into her?” Lando asks.

Daniel frowned. “I have no idea, I’ll go check.”

You found yourself in the kitchen, thankful that it was empty. Pacing the room, you took a moment to regain your composure. This was ridiculous, it’s not like anything remotely close to that actually happened in real life, it only existed in your imagination. But my, what a curious imagination you had. You were chugging a glass of water when you heard footsteps behind you.

“y/n?” Shit.

“Good morning, Daniel.”

“Are you ok? You look a bit flushed.” Shit, shit, shit. You grit your teeth.

“I’m fine, just a little under the weather is all.” He puts the back of his hand on your forehead, your face turning beet red at the contact.

“You do feel a little warm. I know yesterday was a lot, why don’t you take a day off?”

You feigned distress at the idea, but were relieved at the suggestion. “Oh no, I couldn’t leave you like this.” You added a fake cough for good measure.

“I can handle myself. Go home and rest -”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“- so you can be here for qualifyings and race day!”

You wanted to smack your head against the wall. Obviously, you couldn’t hide from him forever. And it would make things weirder if you avoided him for too long. At the end of the day, he was still your client until he got signed with another team and until then there was no escape. You gave a weak smile.

“I’ll do my best.”

You made it for Saturday’s qualifying as promised. You still brought your work bag to keep yourself distracted and occupied. You settled in a corner of the garage so that you were out of the way. The organized chaos of the mechanics, engineers, and slew of other personnel provided nice background noise to help you focus. Everything was fine, until you spotted Daniel out of the corner of your eye. He was helping a mechanic move something heavy, stripped down to his fireproofs and race suit half on. The ripple of his back and arm muscles shown through the fabric. His sleeves were rolled, exposing his forearms. From the comfort of your discreet corner you openly ogled at his form, jaw going slack. Feeling no shame, you let your imagination wander this time, counting the ways he could probably manhandle you. You felt like a dirty Victorian man trying to get a glimpse at a woman’s ankle from under her petticoats.

“You’re drooling.” Eyes wide, you slowly turned your head to find Lando giving you a sly grin. From all the time you spent following Daniel around, you accidentally found a kindred spirit in the young driver. Attorney-client privilege prevented you from speaking with him about your work, but it forced other topics of conversation out of you. You were both a little weird and awkward, but it was a recipe for an unlikely friendship with lots of laughs.

“I was working,” you mumbled, subconsciously wiping the sides of your mouth just in case he was right.

You looked at your screen – you had literally just been hitting random buttons on your keyboard for the last five minutes.

“I know you weren’t actually sick on press day.”

“Keep talking, I will literally fuck your dad and make you my step son,” you deadpanned. He found your empty threats amusing, like a teddy bear holding a knife. He could tell you kept a tough exterior for your job, but underneath the thin façade you were really just a goofball with a big heart. He had also sniffed out your now not-so-secret blossoming crush, so of course he was going to give you shit for it. The two of you continued bickering for a few minutes, unaware of the honey badger approaching you.

“Uh, am I interrupting something?”

Lando didn’t skip a beat. “Y/n was just saying how excited she is to go out with us after the race this weekend.” You tried to burn a hole through Lando’s head with your retinas.

Daniel broke into a wide grin at the news. “I thought you were doing important lawyer things?”

“What can I say, I’m full of surprises,” you said through a forced smile and gritted teeth.

“How are your karaoke skills?”

“I have the voice of a dying frog so for your sake I will not be participating, but I will happily support you two in your endeavors.” The boys chuckled and you joined in with your own forced laughter.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha– I’ll cut you” just loud enough for Lando to hear. You checked the time, desperate to find an excuse to switch focus to literally anything else. “Don’t you guys need to go - oh I don’t know - race?”

As if on cue, Michael Italiano showed up to drag Daniel away. He was all smiles as he waved to you on his way out, and instead of being normal, you threw him some finger guns. Why. When Lando knew Daniel wasn’t looking, he mockingly threw fingers guns back at you in slow mo with raised eyebrows. You weren’t sure where they came from either, but you were mortified. When they were both out of sight, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. You needed to find a way to maintain your professionalism with your client despite your new schoolgirl crush - you couldn’t allow it to become anything more.

Everyone woke up on race day on edge. Lando and Daniel secured p10 and p11 respectively, which wasn’t terrible. But the rain was coming down hard, and worry set in across the paddock. As for Daniel, you could sense the weight he carried was becoming too heavy for him. Despite the fact that he and Lando performed well in Singapore the week before, the way his team treated him over the last year was taking its toll and he was still reeling from being the most recent victim of the Monza curse. Concerned for his safety, you researched every FiA rule on inclement weather as if your own work would have any impact on the race itself. It meant nothing, but it made you feel like you had some semblance of control over the situation.

The feeling quickly dissipated when the race actually started and Carlos aquaplaned in the first few laps. It was incredulous that they were allowed to drive in these conditions. You weren’t religious, but there was nothing you could do but pray and hope that everyone just finished the race in one piece.

You didn’t care what the results were, all you knew was that Daniel and Lando were in the garage unharmed after the race. Professionalism was the furthest thing from your mind. Without thinking you ran over to them, first engulfing Daniel with the biggest bearhug you could muster, wrapping your arms around him like a tree trunk.

“I was so worried,” your words came out muffled as you buried your face into his chest. It took a minute for the taller driver to register what was happening, unfamiliar with the intimacy you had bestowed upon him.

He finally returned the embrace, his chin resting on top of your head. “It’s ok. I’m ok,” he whispered.

You finally pulled away. Your eyes locked for a brief moment that felt like eternity, before you turned your attention to Lando. You squeezed him as well, “I’m just so happy you’re both safe.”

Lando on the other hand was far from sentimental, and was less enthused with the contact. He hesitantly patted your back in an effort to get away from you, “Please, we’re not dead yet.”

You pulled away finally giving them space, but your tone was serious. “You’re not, but you could have been. You guys had zero visibility out there, it’s absurd that you were forced to race in those conditions. And the whole thing with the tractor out on the track under a yellow flag?? I’m going to write a strongly worded letter and file a complaint with the FiA and if they don’t listen I will burn them to the ground -”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but you don’t actually have any standing to do that,” Daniel pointed out. He was right, you weren’t a driver and you weren’t part of a team.

“I don’t care. I’ll write under a pseudonym. Or you guys can sign it. Or all of the drivers could sign it, like a union!” Daniel let you continue your scorched earth rantings. You had been so hot and cold since the two of you met, he could never tell if you actually liked him or if you simply tolerated him. At the very least it was now clear you cared for him.

Lando finally shut you up. “That’s nice and all but can we talk about this another time? I could use a drink right now.”

You still weren’t thrilled with the idea of karaoke, but you understood the need to take the edge off after the stressful day these guys had.

You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, memories of the night before flooding back. As it turns out, Lando had the alcohol tolerance of a sixteen-year-old girl. He decided Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance With Somebody” was his moment to shine only three drinks in. The stereotypes about lawyers were definitely true – you had been to enough open bar firm-sponsored events that you could hold your liquor and still felt sober at that point. But you were a good friend and couldn’t let him flounder up there by himself so you happily danced and provided backup vocals. After a few more sake bombs though you had caught up enough to think that the beautiful and ambitious 1991 classic, “Emotions” by Mariah Carey, was a good idea. As you previously warned, you did not hit a single note and the whistle tones were basically just you screaming which divulged into full belly laughter at your own vocal inabilities.

At the end of the night, you and Daniel had to practically carry Lando back to his hotel room. You exchanged amused looks during Lando’s slurred mumbles and drunk-girl-in-the-bathroom speech.

“You guys are just like, mybestfriends. Y’know? Yer just really great.” he drawled. Not being sober yourself, you indulged his nonsensical musings.

“No Lando, you’re really great,” you giggled. Daniel rolled his eyes out of both annoyance and amusement. Who would’ve thunk that Daniel Ricciardo would be the most sober of the bunch and had to be the voice of reason in this situation.

“That’s nice Lando but we have to get off the elevator. Can you two please pull it together just a little bit?”

“Ok dad.” You and Lando giggled again. Trying to herd the sheep, Daniel bit back his own laughter.

After you tucked Lando in, Daniel walked you back to your room and it was your turn for your drunken ramblings.

“Do you think Christian Horner and Ginger Spice make love to 2 Become 1?”

Daniel laughed. “I think you should ask him during your next meeting.”

You touched his shoulder. “Ohmygod I’m gonna ask him everything about Ginger Spice, you’re so smart Daniel.”

“Not as smart as you,” he chuckled. He went to move your hand from his shoulder, but you interpreted it as him trying to hold your hand. Sober You would have been mortified, but Drunk You went with it. So you happily held his hand as he walked you to your door. Drunk You didn’t notice the look of shock on the driver’s face at the gesture.

As you lay there in bed, you thought about how you should have been overwhelmed with embarrassment at your drunken shenanigans. You were a little. But you realized it was the most fun you’d had in a while, so instead you smiled and took some Advil.

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happilyfeatherafter · 1 year

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Dean’s VOs in The Winchesters (season one!)

(LISTEN ALONG WITH AUDIO HERE)

Dean episode 1:

( Ten Years After's "I'd Love to Change the World" ) ♪ ♪

March 23, 1972. The day Dad came home from the war, and the day he met Mom. Now I know this story might sound familiar, but I'm gonna put the pieces together in a way that just might surprise you. And in order to do that, I have to start all the way at the beginning.

[END OF EPISODE]

What they didn't know is that the Akrida weren't just a threat to Earth, but to all of existence. Now, like I told you, there's gonna be some surprises. Hell, I'm still trying to find all the puzzle pieces myself. But I'll explain everything. And until then, I'll keep picking the music.

♪ ♪ Spread them wide ♪ ♪ Rich or poor ♪ ♪ Them and us ♪ ♪ Stop the war ♪

Dean episode 2:

( punchy, percussive music ) ♪ ♪ The ties that bind a family together can be complicated. Parents raise you, teach you what's right and wrong, and in some instances, how to kill monsters. But no matter who you are, there comes a time when you have to break from them and make your own way. And if you're not careful, things can get pretty ugly.

Dean episode 3:

( dramatic music ) ♪ ♪ ( screams ) ( sizzling ) ( growling ) There's no map to being a hunter. No playbook. You gotta follow your gut. But that can only take you so far. Truth is, you can't do it all on your own. You need other people to help guide the way... Your friends, your family. Otherwise you just end up lost.

Dean episode 4:

( eerie music ) ♪ ♪ Fighting the battle between good and evil isn't easy, especially when the first monster you have to face is the one inside yourself. ( soft dramatic music )

Dean episode 5:

( dramatic music ) ♪ ♪ Spending a lifetime of hunting monsters takes its toll. There comes the time when you gotta let out that pain inside you. If you don't, it'll eat you alive.

Dean episode 6:

(Lata) I am centered. I am at peace. I create my own path, and I walk in it fearlessly. (end Lata)

Hunting has a way of changing a person. After a while, right, wrong, good, evil, they all start to look the same. And then it makes you start to wonder, "Who's really the monster here--them or me?"

[END OF EPISODE]

Hunting's not for everyone. You have to be strong, stay sharp, make tough decisions, and it's not easy, But then again, the righteous things never are.

Dean episode 7:

( birds chirping ) Comes a time in every hunt when the fightin' starts. And the difference between winning and losing isn't whether you have the holy water, the wooden stake, or the silver bullet. It's whether you've got the grit to get the job done. (Mary on radio)

Dean episode 8:

(John Moran’s “Rebel”) ♪ ♪ Being a hunter, it means living a life of sacrifice-- not a lot of room for dreams. But you open your heart and get a little lucky, you'll find you gain more than you lose. ♪ ♪

Dean episode 9:

( mellow bluesy music ) ♪ ♪ This isn't how I saw things going when I pushed over that first domino. Thing is, I've had more than a few dances with free will and fate, but as my dad used to say, "Fate is what you make it."

Dean episode 10:

Hunting and happy endings don't usually mix, so when you get your chance, you got to ask yourself, "How far will I go to get it?"

Dean episode 11:

Being a Hunter means always being on the move, No matter how hard you plan, no matter how hard you work, at a certain point, we all run out of road. It's what we do with those crossroads that defines us.

Dean episode 12:

♪ ♪ ( carnival music resumes ) ♪ ♪ ( giggling manically ) ♪ ♪ ( shrill giggling ) ( whispering voices ) ( strange sounds ) 🤡🤡🤡

Hunting's a dishonest business. You gotta lie all the time about who you are and what you do. But the hardest lies aren't the ones you tell other people. They're the ones you tell yourself.

(Mary to John) Another day looking for this mystery man and still nothing. It's like this guy's a ghost. (End Mary to John).

Dean episode 13:

*RECORD SCRATCH* HE’S HERE!!!!! We’re going in universe baby.

(Opening scene, dramatic music ) ♪ ♪

Dean: John Winchester.

John: Sir, can I help you?

Dean: This is for you.

John: Where did you get this? Who are-- [...] One ticket for Lawrence, Kansas.

Ticket lady: Okay.

BOBBY, IT’S FREAKIN’ BOBBY!!!: We're not supposed to meddle with things, ya idjit!

Dean: You always said if I was gonna be stupid, I might as well be smart about it.

Bobby: Yeah, that does sound about like me. We're not even supposed to be here.

Dean: Come on, the letter was meant for him. I just, uh, you know, gave it a nudge.

Bobby: You keep an eye on things here. I'm gonna get the damn cavalry.

Dean: How you gonna do that?

Bobby: I got no freaking idea. One last hunt, huh?

Dean: One last hunt. ♪ ♪

[Insert finale including lots of chat about the ‘ruggedly handsome' mystery man here. For Akrida!Queen exposition science: You're here to talk about the man with no name...he was digging around in things that should have stayed buried. ... The Akrida. You see, our mysterious friend isn't from around here. There's only so much he could do. His hands were tied. Credit where it's due... he did manage to stay ahead of me for a while, but... I can assure you that he's not going to be a problem anymore. ... Well, there's this portal. You see--I'm sure you've heard of it. It's not quite up to code yet, but I managed to pry it open just enough to toss a certain someone and his car into it. No human can survive that gateway, so his body will be torn to shreds for centuries. Anyway, this, um... this old journal... it's all that's left of him.]

Back to the end of the show:

( electricity crackling ) ( engine revving ) ( engine revving ) ( dramatic music ) ♪ ♪

John: Mary! ... How did you guys survive?

Dean (gestures at Baby): She kept Mary safe... me too. Of course, there's not a lot that can tear me apart. I'm already dead. I was stuck in the world between worlds, so I stayed close to that portal, and as soon as I saw baby come through, I hopped in and grabbed the wheel.

Samuel: So who are you?

Dean: I'm a Hunter, just like you. But I'm not from this Earth.

Ada: And how did you get here?

Dean: When I died, I made it to heaven. And she was waiting for me. So I went for a drive, and then I took a little detour.

Latika: Through the multiverse. (Dean points ‘bingo’.)

Carlos: S-so what were you looking for?

Dean: That's a good question, Carlos. I was looking for my family. See, I come from a long line of Hunters. I guess I was hoping that somewhere out there was an Earth that had a version where my family had a shot at a happy ending. When I was driving, I caught wind of the Akrida. Turns out that they were one of Chuck's last creations.

Millie: Who's Chuck?

Dean: God. It's a long story, but, uh... basically, he's a real dick. He left the Akrida behind to wipe out all of existence in case he failed. Well... he failed. Eventually the Akrida were going to make their way to my world, and I got family there, so I couldn't let that happen.

John: T-the letter, why did you--

Dean: I took my little detour. The rules were simple. Don't mess with anything. Well... I gave it a little nudge. Thought it might need a little help. Looks like it worked out pretty well. So now that the Akrida are gone, you all can choose your own destiny. You can write your own story.

Jack: And you can get back to yours.

Dean: It's all right. It's all right. They're--they're with me. This is Bobby. That's Jack. They're family. Excuse me. You okay?

Bobby: I told you I'd figure it out. Didn't say I wouldn't get us in more trouble. Look at 'em. Man, this is all kinds of weird... seeing Samuel with a full head of hair.

Dean: Right? ( chuckles )

Jack (~~or is he?~~): Dean.

Dean: Yeah. No, I know. I know, Jack.

Jack: When I restored things, I wanted mankind to make their own fate. That meant no interference from on high, anywhere... no exceptions.

Dean: I couldn't let our world get destroyed. Sam's still down there, okay? He deserves a good, long life. Hell, they all do. ( indistinct chatter ) So, if you want to cast me out of heaven... so be it.

Bobby: If we're taking a vote, I'd say you give the guy another chance.

Jack: There's always another case with you Hunters... even in death. Well... if you're going to meddle in things, finish what you started. After this... it's time to get around to the... "there'll be peace when you are done"... part of the song.

Dean to John: Listen, um... b-before I go... I want to give you two something. My dad... he, uh... Kept a Hunter's journal, looked just like this. I lived my whole life by that damn thing. Well, this is my Hunter's journal. So if you're gonna stay in this game... This will help guide you through it.

John: Thank you.

Dean to Mary: I know you're thinking about quitting Hunting. Believe me, I understand. But you need to do me one favor. Keep an eye out for a yellow-eyed demon. And if you even catch a hint of that son of a bitch... I need you to use this.

Mary: Your family... did you ever find a version where they had a shot of a happy ending?

Dean: I think I did.

John: You never told us your name.

Dean: Hetfield... James Hetfield. (Hetfield is the lead vocalist, rhythm guitarist, co-founder, and a primary songwriter of heavy metal band Metallica.)

( Nick Drake's "One of These Things First" ) ♪ ♪ (Dean, Bobby and Jack vanish with baby).

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deancasbigbang · 7 months

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Title: Castiel's Hidden Pussycat

Author: Macy2me

Artist: Squirrelofcelestialintent

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Length: 38000

Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence

Tags: 1. Canon Divergent – Season 13 2. Alternate Universe 3. Castiel adopts a cat 4. Shenanigans 5. Internalized Homophobia 6. Dean is an ass 7. Cas’ grace is damaged 8. Boys being awkward 9. Sam is sick of being stuck in the middle 10. Eventual smut

Posting Date: October 20, 2023

Summary: Castiel, angel of the Lord, has been saved by a cat. He didn’t intend to keep it. He didn’t mean for the green-eyed cat to work its way into his heart. It’s becoming a bit of a theme. Yet, here he is, smuggling a cat into the bunker. Cas and Dean have been doing a dance for nine years—circling each other, one step forward, by one step back, changing direction, never getting closer, never too far apart. However, when you throw a cat into the mix, the next move becomes a lot harder to predict.

Excerpt: “So,” Dean says, “Cas has finally decided to settle into his room. The one we assigned him, like four years ago.” Sam looks at Cas for clarification. “Oh, I just bought a few things from the local store to liven it up. That’s all.” He looks back down at his meal, a little embarrassed, having to embellish the lie even further. Technically, he isn’t entirely lying. Livening it up could include having a live animal in there. “Unlike Hermione over here, who is still living out of a bag.” “Hey! I unpacked my books.” “Aaand, you just proved my point,” Dean says, around a mouthful of food. Sam huffs but doesn’t antagonize Dean further, for which Cas is grateful—happy to enjoy Dean’s good mood. “You’ll have to show me your room after dinner. I can have a look the next time I’m in town and see if there is anything else that might work.” An icy dread fills his chest at Dean’s words. He can’t show Dean his room. There is a cat in there, and he didn’t actually buy anything new for the room. “What did you end up getting so far?” Dean continues, oblivious to Cas’ existential crisis. The logical, reasonable part of his brain seems to have stopped working. He can’t even think of one thing he might want to add to his room. His brain is stuck on—There is a cat in my room. There is a cat in my room! I have nowhere to hide it. It won’t like being stuffed in the cupboard. It won’t be quiet, and then Dean will find it, and then he’s going to kick me out, and I’m going to be homeless, and the cat will be homeless out and… There is a smear of ketchup on Dean’s cheek. It is not that surprising, considering the amount of burger Dean insists on shoving into his mouth all at once. But, in that moment, Castiel sees his out. He redirects. “You have a little something,” Cas says, indicating with his hand on the side of his mouth, “on your cheek.” Dean’s face flushes slightly, and he wipes his cheek—the wrong one. “You missed,” Cas says, reaching out without thinking. He swipes across Dean’s cheek, collecting the red sauce on his thumb before sticking it in his mouth to lick it off. Dean freezes. Castiel freezes. Shit. Shit. Shit. What did I just do? Eyes still locked on each other. Sam clears his throat.

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#dcbb 2023 #fic preview #2023 promo #deancas #destiel

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 3 months

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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x9 Save Henry

Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 843

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)

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Note: It had been my plan to keep at least 3a thoroughly CS focused in these drabbles, with the POV changing from episode to episode between Killian and Emma (this episode was meant to be a Killian episode), but after watching this episode, the big sister/aunt/godmother in me, who has been around and helped care for babies all my life, absolutely had to step in and have someone give first-time mom Regina a little advice about how to handle a crying newborn. (disclaimer: I’m not a mother, so I’m well aware I can’t possibly know the full extent of what it means to be a parent, and I’m not in any way trying to lecture or Monday morning quarterback anyone about parenting, but I am affectionately known as “the baby whisperer” among my family, so I’ve got to be doing something right, right?)

Regina was at her wits end. Everyone said parenting a newborn was hard. Everyone said the lack of sleep would be difficult.

No one told her it would be like this. She was so tired she felt like she was perpetually walking around in a fog. She did everything she could for Henry–fed him, changed him, held him, rocked him, even tried singing lullabies to him, but nothing worked. Nothing stopped the relentless crying.

Finally, desperately clawing for something, anything, that could help her, she’d brought her baby to Dr. Whale, sure that there had to be a physical reason for it all.

But he told her Henry was perfectly healthy (before scaring her to death by mentioning the possibility of genetic issues that she had no (legal) way of determining.)

Clutching at that last straw, she’d decided to call Sidney and have him dig into Henry’s sealed adoption records, and to get a moment of peace to do so, she’d handed her baby off to Mary Margaret.

The last thing she’d expected when she turned back around was to find her baby quiet and peacefully cooing up at the school teacher.

Regina’s heart dropped even lower. What if it wasn’t a physical or genetic problem? What if it was…

”How did you do that?” she asked, walking over to her erstwhile nemesis.

”Do what?” Mary Margaret asked absently as she smiled and cooed down at Henry.

“Make him stop crying.”

Mary Margaret shrugged. “I didn’t do anything. He’s so sweet.”

Now was not the time to analyze the ins and outs of why this miracle had occurred. Now was simply the time to enjoy it. Regina took Henry from Mary Margaret.

And he immediately started wailing again.

“Oh no! No, no, NO!”

Mary Margaret fluttered her hands looking distressed. “I’m so sorry! Did I do something?”

A cold, stinging sensation settled deep inside Regina. It wasn’t anything Snow White did. It was her. All her. ”No. No, you didn’t. It’s me.”

“Well, that’s just nonsense,” came the no-nonsense voice of Granny Lucas as she breezed onto the scene. “Here, hand him over. I’ll show you a thing of two.”

While Regina’s first inclination was to stand to her full height and tell the woman she was fully capable of caring for her own son, she realized she really had nothing more to lose. She deflated and passed Henry over to Granny.

The older woman took him, smiled down at him, and then placed him up against her chest, her hand gently but firmly holding his head to her with her other hand under his little bottom. She began to bounce and sway, making little shushing noises.

Henry’s wails faded, and then came to a stop.

“But…how?” Regina asked.

“You don’t raise a daughter and then a granddaughter without picking up a few tricks along the way,” Granny said. “First off, you’ve gotta relax. You’re wound as tight as Leroy when I run out of bacon. Babies…they can feel your tension, so you feel yourself tensing up? Take a couple deep breaths. Let ‘em out. Set him in his crib where he’s safe and step away for a few seconds if you need to. I’m telling you, it’s the key. You relax; he’ll relax.”

“So…just breathe? That’s your solution?” Regina asked, with a sardonic raise of the brow.

“Of course not. That’s just step one,” Granny said. “Next, look at how I’m holding him. Ruby refers to it as the ‘Granny choke hold.’ Don’t look at me like that; I’m not choking your baby! I’m just holding him tight. Babies like to feel secure, and they like to nestle on your chest where they can hear your heart.”

“Breathe and hold securely. Got it,” Regina said, “anything else?”

“Last step,” Granny said, “I like to affectionately call the ‘baby jig’. Just kind of bounce and sway. It’s soothing. Gets tiring after a while, but then usually once you get ‘em calmed down you can generally move to a rocking chair. You wanna try it?”

Did she? Well, she quite literally had nothing left to lose. Regina nodded.

“Good,” Granny said with a nod, “now take that deep breath. That’s it. Now let it out. Feeling relaxed?”

Regina nodded. Granny nodded again and handed Henry over. He began to fuss, annoyed at being moved from his comfortable position, but remembering the steps Granny gave her, Regina carefully maneuvered him up onto her chest.

And then a miracle happened.

Henry not only stopped crying; he actually burrowed into her, sighing contentedly. A warm rush of maternal love washed over her, and she knew she would do anything for this little boy.

Parenting may be the hardest thing she’d ever done, but they would be okay. They were a family.

Note: I learned how to hold babies from watching my own grandmother who liked to walk around holding babies exactly as Granny does here. We always used to jokingly call it the “grandma choke hold”, but never fear. Like Granny said, there is no choking involved.

NEXT CHAPTER->

#season 3 rewatch drabbles #cs fanfiction #ouat fanfiction #my fanfiction #3x9 save henry #regina mills #mary margaret blanchard #granny lucas #unsolicited--but very much wanted--parenting advice

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So… about that Miraculous rewrite, what do you have in mind?

Okay, thank you for asking, I appreciate it. I’ll try and make this as concise as possible, because there’s a lot and I tend to ramble, so I’ve made it in the form of a numbered list:

1. I don’t plan on redeeming Chloé. I feel like despite actually knowing why Chloé didn’t get redeemed, there’s a pretty decent lesson about how entitlement doesn’t mean you get what you want that they definitely also could’ve gone with of if they were a bit smarter with it.

2. No zodiac kwami. They’re the bane of my existence. Why are two of them time travel based in power?

3. Adrienette is the endgame couple.

4. As of right now I’m sitting at three seasons, each one being 16 episodes plus three specials but I might either add a season four or make season three longer. One of the specials is the alternate dimension one. I love the concept of it.

5. I also gave the show an actual timeline. Because the Christmas specials says it’s Adrien’s first Christmas without his mother, but then season one has the Valentine’s Day episode which means it’s February and then the school year in France starts in September so if we look at season one as somewhat chronological, it means the Christmas special is wrong and that drove me crazy so I just redid the whole timeline. Because it would be his second Christmas without his mom.

6. Nathalie doesn’t have an unrequited crush on Gabriel. I never quite got that.

7. Any rich kid that was a sentimonster isn’t one anymore. The peacock miraculous doesn’t create sentimonsters but rather charms enemies as its main skill.

8. Adrien has more of a backbone than he does is canon and Marinette’s crush on. Adrian is a bit more healthy.

9. Rather than using potions to unlock new skills, the kwamis can manifest them themselves. They just need to expend extra energy and there are just some situations where that’s more difficult. I just feel like the book and the potions and the rennlings from the Shanghai special make the kwamis feel less like something ancient powerful and more like a tool. And also because Frozer takes place in January/February and Syren takes place in March/April (both are season two episodes though).

10. Up until the collector, Natalie didn’t know that Gabriel was Hawkmoth and agrees to wear the butterfly miraculous in order to get Gabriel to let Adrien go back to school and not be able to pull them out for a stupid reason anymore otherwise she’ll just go to the cops and be like “my boss is the supervillain.” She does this again in Simon Says but with Adrien’s love life as a preemptive caution.

11. Adrien is in the finale battle. I don’t get why they didn’t include him in season 5.

12. Emilie Agreste is a famous actress so her disappearance (aka I haven’t quite settled on what I want to do with her) is a lot more well-known to the public.

13. I am planning on renaming both of Felix‘s parents. I just haven’t quite settled on names yet.

I think that’s all I got right now. I’ve mainly been focussing on the timeline and the episode list and any changes to episodes rather than the characters themselves which feels counterproductive, but it’s just the way that my brain works, especially since I find it really difficult to think out Marinette and Adrien as individuals. My brain kinda just weaves them together.

#miraculous ladybug #symwinter’s trash writing #symwinter answers

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dreamsandscenes · 6 months

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My Ranking of TVD Seasons

*spoilers ahead*

NUMBER 8 - SEASON 8

I mean…do I need to even explain this? We all saw season 8. It was a mess. I felt like I had to drag myself through this season, just because I wanted to see how it ended. The only highlight for me was the ending.

NUMBER 7 - SEASON 5

The characters going to college was always going to be a strange transition - as it is in any tv show that starts with the characters in high school - and I just didn’t like the change. I can’t even put my finger on a specific reason why. It just felt different. This season also had the Travelers and Markos, who were just boring villains. The whole Silas/Qetsiyah plot was interesting at first, but fizzled out for me. The only highlight I could maybe pick out is Katherine’s arc. The show just didn’t fill the hole that the Mikaelsons left behind imo.

NUMBER 6 - SEASON 7

I didn’t completely hate this season. Ngl it was weird without Elena. That being said, I actually liked the time jumps in episodes. I wasn’t a fan of the Caroline pregnancy storyline, but that only happened because Candice King got pregnant irl. It just seemed to me like Caroline felt so bad for Alaric & everything he went through in S6, that she continued the pregnancy out of pity for him. The whole Alaric & Caroline “romance” (if you can call it that) was disgusting too. What were the writers thinking. I enjoyed the Damon and Bonnie moments though and Bonnie finally found a good love interest in Enzo. The Heretics weren’t all terrible either. I liked Nora. The Originals crossover ep was a highlight too.

NUMBER 5 - SEASON 6

Season 6 was a mixed bag for me. I really loved the whole prison world storyline. I thought it was unique and an interesting way to keep Bonnie and Damon alive after the S5 finale. It completely changed their relationship for the better too. Kai Parker was a great villain, one of the best in the whole series. I remember when he first told Bonnie and Damon about what he did to his family, that was the first time I was genuinely disturbed by a TVD character. Liz’s death was so emotional. Elena’s storyline this season was dull and I didn’t enjoy the whole Lily Salvatore thing. The season finale at Alaric and Jo’s wedding was crazy though.

NUMBER 4 - SEASON 4

Hope Mikaelson tutorial above 👀. Maybe it’s an unpopular opinion, but I actually liked Elena’s transition and then her no humanity arc. I seriously didn’t like the sirebond thing though. That felt icky to me. Her relationship with Rebekah from enemies to kinda friends was nice. Going to Silas island for the cure was interesting. Did I love the cure storyline? Not really, but it wasn’t the worst.

NUMBER 3 - SEASON 1

So many great moments. I just love this season. I will say, the pilot is a little rough, but most pilots are, so I don’t hold it against the season as a whole. While I’m not a Stelena shipper, I do think Stefan and Elena were very sweet in S1. Elena was also at her best in this season and season 2. When I say I like Elena, it’s this one I’m referring to. Damon was in his villain moment. The arrival of Katherine at the end was just perfect after all the talk about her throughout the season. I will say, I didn’t love S1 the first time I watched it, but when I went back and rewatched it, it became one of my favs.

NUMBER 2 - SEASON 2

This season? Oh this season keeps you on your toes. Elijah’s first appearance was so damn good. The moment at the school dance where Bonnie looks at Elena as she fakes her death with the sparks falling around her was a beautiful shot. I was so stressed the first time I saw it because I really thought Bonnie died. The build up to Klaus’ arrival and then him taking over Alaric’s body, so we kind of got a sneak peek of the character before Joseph Morgan fully entered the show was fantastic. I wish he didn’t kill Jenna, but he wouldn’t be the villain if he didn’t do horrible things.

NUMBER 1 - SEASON 3

The best of the best. The absolute pinnacle of the series. Season 3 was non stop action. It never got boring. And of course one of the main reasons why this season is number one for me is the introduction of the full Mikaelson family. The Originals brought so much to TVD. This was THEIR season tbh. They were the best villains ever in the series, and watching the Mystic Falls characters try to take them out never got old. From Stefan’s ripper arc, to the Mikaelson ball episode, to Alaric being turned by Esther, and then finally, Elena’s death and transition in the final episode; it was just simply a perfect season.

#the vampire diaries #tvd #tvdu #the originals #elena gilbert #klaus mikaelson #stefan salvatore #elijah mikaelson #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes #kai parker #damon salvatore #my post #ranking

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khunvegas · 2 years

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i basically just stole this ask from @gunsatthaphan, partially because i’ve been wanting to make a post about it and after almost 3 years watching bls, i might as well. right? right. anyways.

Compilation of Bad Kisses in BLs (Part 1)

mind you, this is only for the ones i’ve seen. if i put every single bad kiss out there, this post would go on forever.

i strongly believe a kiss, whether is good or bad, can make or break a show and in my personal opinion, a lot of them fell off simply because of the fishy kisses. they are truly hard to watch, so much so that you have to look away because they are ugly and this is something we CAN and SHOULD blame both the actors and the company. sometimes, workshops are not enough.

i also believe that these actors shouldn’t play dumb. like, they HAVE to know there’s gonna be a kiss at some point. put in the work, pls.

LET’S GET IT

1. My Engineer (MekBoss)

at the time, i didn’t think it was that bad. i just thought they needed some work, a little bit of help because clearly it wasn’t that good either. now, i just see two walls kissing and we might not see these walls kissing ever again.

2. YYY (NottPun)

imagine watching this mess of a show, they promise you a kiss, and once you’re sure you’re gonna get it, they literally bring the sun out, block the view and that’s how the season ends. but honestly? the little i can see it’s still awful.

3. YYY 2 (NottPun)

well... there it is. no words.

4. 2gether (SarawaTine)

maturing is accepting the fact that 2gether had two straight bros playing these characters and that’s how they kissed and then the high five. it was a bad kiss, bestie. we were all just blinded by the pandemic and though this was high cinema.

5. SOTUS (ArthitKongpop)

i’m not afraid of the girlies still caught up on this show. this was a bad first kiss and i’m ready to die on this hill. granted, this was 2016, the actors were still iffy on playing queer characters, they were calling each other wife and the obsession with pink milk was at its peak. gmmtv had $5 and a dream and you could tell.

6. ‘Cause you are my boy/My Tee (TeeMork)

this was frankdrake’s first roles and you could tell. you could also tell that they were in the trenches because everything was bad with this show and i truly think it was a cry for help. they did the best they could with what they had but there was no way in hell they could save this show and honestly, i’m not surprised that their first kiss was like this. it goes well with the quality of the show.

7. Love By Chance (TinCan)

and it doesn’t get better after this. i’m gonna be the devil’s advocate, mean actually tried to make these kisses better but there was no helping with this couple. a mess.

8. Oxygen (SoloGui)

as far as first kisses go... yeah. granted, oxygen wasn’t really that good either but they could have salvage this show with a decent kiss. nothing. nada. it was a let down.

9. Make it right (FuseTee)

make it right paved the way for angle kisses.

now listen, i’m pretty sure boom and peak were 17 or something when they filmed this and back in the day, this was already too much. like, cheewin was pushing it by directing this show. still, it has to be on this list (it’s not like it hasn’t changed anyways. boom and peak would never EVER kiss. this was the closest we could get).

10. Where your eyes linger

i mean, come on. COME ON. i know this was like the first kbl and you know, they paved the way. give credit where credit is due and all that but LOOK. it’s bad. it was a good show, for the plot that it had and the limited time, it was good. BUT THE KISS WAS... it was a letdown.

11. Gen Y (MarkKit)

how are you gonna be a senior in the industry and still kiss like this? kimcop are one of those settled ships that are hard to break and to ship with someone else. with that in mind, you would think they would do wonders. gen y was a dumpster fire and so were the kisses.

12. WISH YOU: Your melody in my heart

this is where you start to understand that it’s not about the production or how short kbls are and that’s why the kisses are so bad. no, it’s because workshops apparently don’t exist in korea and they put these men to kiss without practicing first. this is the product. this is what you get.

13. Color Rush

i know some of you call it the best kbl out there because the plot was different, which is true, but like... their lips are not even touching... so yeah. next.

14. Nobleman Ryu’s wedding

i’m pretty sure this was supposed to be an angle kiss and they changed their mind at the last minute and we got... this. i mean, compared to others in this list is not that bad but is it good? far from it. this was also the first period kbl we got and it was kind of forgettable too. it was very low budget and you could see it with the kiss

15. What Zabb Man

BOTH COUPLES because both of them were such a let down. i was here mainly because of the toxics from gen y and with the crazy tension they had going on, i thought they would go off. not even that. don’t even get me started on the main couple. the manipulation that went down between them UGH but i can’t even get a good kiss out of this mess anyways.

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oliverreedmasterass · 9 months

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Chapter Summary: Rae befriends a mysterious guy in town and immediately gravitates towards him and his warnings about Frankenmuth and its residents.

Words: 4.7k

Warnings: language, allusions to poor health/hospitals

Notes: Thank you to @infinisonicosm for the fic idea!!

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1 month later

The leaves on the Frankenmuth trees began to transform into hues of red, orange, and yellow, like embers from a fire meant to warm against the rapidly chilling air. Rae slammed the door to her new room shut and heaved out a sigh. It was her second full day in Frankenmuth and she was already certain she hated her new life. In the back of her head she knew that it was for the best: her brother’s health was starting to get worse, and the specialist her parents had found for him for Detroit seemed like their only hope. It still didn’t mean she had to be happy about uprooting from the only place she had ever known to be surrounded by Bavarian buildings, tourists, and midwest folk who, in her opinion, were a little bit too friendly.

“Please don’t slam your door!” her mom called from down the hall, where she was most likely unpacking in her own room. “I’m not fixing that if you break it.”

“Sorry!” Rae shouted back, and she did mean it. As upset as she was, she was also old enough to know that she shouldn’t take her feelings out on her parents. They were stressed enough as it was, there was no need for her to enter into a rebellious phase that was bound to send them over the edge.

Rae scanned around her cramped room. The stacks upon stacks of Home Depot boxes made the walls feel like they were closing in on her. Even though the air was starting to grow brisk with the changing seasons, Rae slid open her window that looked down on the suburban street below. Her parents had found the house for a surprisingly low price on the market and, because hospital bills were draining the bank, they hopped on the opportunity without asking too many questions. Just beyond the quaint houses across the street stood a barrier of tall trees that seemed to extend all the way beyond the horizon. Rae stared at the trees as the crisp wind passed through her short hair, and then shook her head.

“Those are freaky trees,” she muttered to herself, turning back towards the boxes she needed to unpack. “Like the ones from The Wizard of Oz.”

She stopped in her tracks when she saw her brother, Morgan, popping his head through her door.

“Are you talking to the trees?” he asked her with his goofy grin. He started to laugh, but a raspy cough cut him short.

“They’re creepy, don’t you think?” Rae said as Morgan’s cough started to die down.

Morgan shuffled to her window and gazed out at the thick wall of greenery.

“Maybe? I don’t know. They just kinda look like trees. You’ve got too much of a vivid imagination.”

“It’s like a gut feeling, I don’t like it,” Rae frowned, looking beyond Morgan at what lay outside the window once more.

“You and your gut feelings,” Morgan shook his head. He directed his attention to a box labeled “RECORDS” at his feet and pointed down at it. “You need help unpacking?”

“Are you already done?” Rae had a hard time believing that her brother, who was notorious for starting a task and then getting distracted halfway through, could complete setting up his room in two days.

“Are you kidding?” Morgan’s laugh was back again. “No way, I just thought you might want a hand.”

“You’re gonna steal some of my albums,” Rae squinted her eyes at him.

“Maybe I am,” Morgan couldn’t deny it.

Rae gave him a gentle, playful shove, and then planted herself on the floor next to one of the boxes, filled to the brim with her favorite books.

“Well, c’mon,” she motioned for him to join her, which he eagerly did. Morgan was a year and a half younger and, although he was two grades lower than her, starting off his freshman year at Frankenmuth High, Rae had never felt like his older sister. They grew up close and, even before his diagnosis, Rae never wanted to leave his side, to push him away in angst, or look down on him. Their parents always joked that they acted like twins: they were incredibly intune with each other, frequently sharing the same thoughts at the same time, and bonding over common interests.

“Remind me again why you own a Seals and Crofts album?” Morgan poked fun at Rae as he rummaged through her vinyl stash that she had carefully packed before they made their trek across the country from California to Michigan.

“Hey, Diamond Girl is a great song,” Rae protested. “Those harmonies? Flawless.”

“If you’re gonna listen to music for the harmonies, get a Beach Boys album.”

“That would just make me homesick,” Rae faked a pout. Her pout dropped into a look of concern when she saw that Morgan’s face was etched with a deep frown. “What?” Rae was concerned.

“I told Mom and Dad you shouldn’t have to come out here with us,” Morgan spoke up.

“You’re my family, of course I’m going to come with you,” Rae let the words spill out before she could reflect on if that was really how she felt.

“You had a life back in Folsom,” Morgan protested. “Friends that you’ve known all of your life. You didn’t have to throw that all away for me.”

“The way I see it,” Rae thought aloud, “I’m going to graduate next year. I was bound to leave my friends sooner or later. Sure, this expedited things a bit, but I don’t know how many times I have to say this to get it through that thick skull of yours: you’re my brother. You come first.”

Morgan was too busy looking down at a Stevie Wonder album to meet Rae’s eyes. His shoulders sloppily lifted in a half-shrug that proved he didn’t believe what she was saying.

“I’ll adjust no problem,” Rae was starting to sound like she was convincing herself more than Morgan. “In fact, Mom asked me to run down to the store to grab some veggies for dinner tonight -- I vow to make one friend while I’m out. Then it will be smooth sailing from there, right? That’s how that works.”

“I don’t think most people go to the grocery store to make friends,” Morgan’s warm brown eyes finally landed on Rae’s. “In fact, I think that’s one of the last places I would want to talk to a stranger.”

“It’s better than a public bathroom,” Rae retorted, and then stood to her feet.

“Where are you going?” Morgan watched her.

“To prove you wrong,” Rae flashed him a cheeky grin.

It was nearly 5, so Rae hurried across town to the small market at the edge of the downtown strip. In comparison to the massive Costcos and Safeways she frequented in California, this market felt like walking back in time. As Rae wandered down the aisles, she admired the handmade price tags under each item, most of which were locally made.

For the most part, the market was empty, with the exception of the older gentleman who was stationed at the front checkout stand. Rae knew that Morgan would give her a hard time if that was the “friend” she made, so she made a concerted effort to stall as she scanned over the baskets of lettuce, zucchini, and broccoli on display. A middle-aged couple strolled past her, talking under their breaths to one another.

Rae just barely heard the wife say to her husband, “the boy is still missing, can you believe it?” She squinted and tried to hear more, but a woman entered the store with a screaming toddler, which distracted her. Rae watched the lady move through the door so a bell chimed with a soft ding! over her head, and made a sound of disapproval.

Was anyone in this town her age?

“Excuse me,” a voice that somehow wavered between soft and gruff said behind her. Instinctually, Rae took a step forward, accidentally bumping into a basket of lemons so they dropped to the ground, one spongey thud at a time.

“Shit,” Rae let the curse escape from her lips as her face flushed with embarrassment. She quickly squatted down in an attempt to retrieve the lemons and hide any evidence of her accident, but the man was already snatching the lemons and tossing them into the basket with ease. He caught her eye and flashed a little smirk.

“I am become clutz, destroyer of lemons.”

Rae found her words stuck in her mouth. She was entirely paralyzed by the sight of the person in front of her. He looked to be around her age, only a spreckle of facial hair forming on his upper lip, his eyes still filled with enough hope that adulthood hadn’t shattered it yet. His hair messily tumbled down to his shoulders in a caramel cascade, and she couldn’t help but gawk at his button down shirt, which was hardly buttoned at all.

“Sorry,” his face was turning red now. “That was a weird thing to say. I don’t know why I said that.”

Since the words still weren’t forming, Rae focused her attention on grabbing the last two lemons from the ground to return to the basket. She was surprised that he was still by her side, standing back upright and staring blankly at the lemons.

“Do you think anyone noticed?” Rae finally found herself speaking, her voice croaky and uncertain. “I don’t think I have enough money to pay for this whole basket if the shop owner has a problem with bruised fruit.”

He made a display of dramatically scanning to his left and then his right, as if making sure the coast was clear, and let a chuckle escape from his lips.

“Let’s keep this between you and me.”

It suddenly hit Rae that she was supposed to make a new friend while she was at the grocery store, so she awkwardly jutted her hand out, nearly knocking into another display case in the process. She saw the guy jump a bit in shock, but his warm, calloused hand eventually grabbed hers.

“I’m Rae,” she introduced herself, though she was still having trouble making eye contact. “I’m new in town.”

“Jake,” his gruff voice had lightened a bit. “I’m not new in town.”

“How long have you been here?” Rae asked once their hands dropped back to their sides. Jake’s hand retracted back up to his chin, where he started to stroke around his mouth.

“My whole life,” he shared. “Most people who live here will say the same. It’s not too often we get any newcomers. You got a passion for Bavarian architecture or something?”

Rae gave a small laugh at Jake’s quip. She could tell he was trying to play off some kind of cool character in front of her, but she wanted to know who he really was. “My family and I moved out here for my brother,” she replied.

Jake moved his hand down from his face and folded his arms across his chest. He seemed to be thinking hard about the information Rae had offered to him, calculating the right response. Rae was eager to see what would come out of his mouth next.

“So is your brother passionate about Bavarian architecture?” he tried, squeaking on the last words when he realized what he had said was stupid. Rae reassured him with a wide grin and shook her head. Jake was studying his sneakers in silence, his lips pursed tight like he wasn’t willing to make a fool of himself any further.

“There’s a doctor in Detroit who claims he can help,” Rae sounded out her words carefully. She still hadn’t found the right way to share Morgan’s situation without making people feel uncomfortable.

“Oh god,” Jake grunted out, still looking down at his feet. “I’m so sorry for making that joke, that was in bad taste.”

“You didn’t know,” Rae said. She wished that Jake would look up from his feet so he could see that she was giving him a warm smile. Instead, his eyes remained glued to the linoleum. And yet, he still stood next to her. “Do you go to school here?” Rae decided to change the subject, desperate to keep their conversation going. Jake cleared his throat and nodded his head, his eyes slowly tracking back up to Rae’s.

“Yup, I’m finishing out my last year at the high school. Thank god.”

“Not a fan?” Rae raised an eyebrow.

Jake nodded again, his shoulders losing some of their tension. “You could say that.”

“Got any wisdom to pass off before I start my first day?” Rae tried. “I’m going into my junior year.” Her heart fluttered when she saw Jake’s face brighten.

“How much time do you have?” Jake’s grin was cheeky.

Rae knew that she was supposed to return to her parents with some fresh vegetables for dinner, but Jake had entirely captivated her, and there was nothing more that she wanted to do than spend time with him. She watched Jake search her face, as if trying to read how she was feeling about him, his smile still full. She was certain she was doing an awful job giving him a poker face back.

“Why don’t you walk me around town?” Rae suggested. Jake’s smile grew wider, but then he gave a soft cough into his fist to hide his excitement. “Show me some sights and tell me all about Frankenmuth High.”

“Let’s do it,” Jake agreed. He started to move towards the front of the grocery store, but Rae called out for him to stop, which he did.

“I need to pay for some stuff first,” Rae said as she tried to hold in a laugh.

“Oh, uh,” Jake’s eyes were glued to the floor again. “Yeah, I need to get some stuff too.”

Jake wandered to the other end of the store, giving Rae a short wave, and, when he was out of sight, Rae turned her attention back to gathering some bushels of broccoli and bell peppers in her arms. She rushed to the older cashier and hastily dropped the items on the conveyor belt, checking over her shoulder to see if Jake was coming. She didn’t see him. When she turned back to face the cashier, she saw that he was looking her down.

“You from out of town?”

“I just moved here a couple of days ago from California.”

“It’s an interesting time for you to be in Frankenmuth.”

Rae wanted to ask the man what he meant, but at that moment Jake whisked up behind her with a pack of beef jerky and a can of Coca Cola in his hands. He eyed the bags of vegetables and nudged her in the side.

“No lemons today?”

“Don’t remind me,” Rae groaned.

She paid the cashier, who was still staring at her from behind his big glasses, and waited at the end of the conveyor belt for Jake to pay for his food. He seemed friendly with the older man, using a warm tone to ask how his family was and wishing him a nice evening. As they headed out the front doors back out to the main street, Rae had to ask Jake,

“What’s up with that guy?”

“What guy?” Jake turned back to her with an arched eyebrow just visible over the circular sunglasses he had put on.

“The cashier. He was looking at me really weird. He mentioned something about it being an interesting time to be in Frankenmuth.”

“I don’t know why he was looking at you like that, but that’s Nate. He’s a long time resident here. I like to think of him as a town elder, he holds all the history and secrets of this place. He’s been hit especially hard by the missing people reports.”

“Missing people?”

“Yeah, three cases.”

“Holy shit.”

“It’s safe here, don’t worry. Just as long as you don’t go into the woods. That’s where they all disappeared.”

Rae stopped in her tracks and it took Jake a few steps to realize she was no longer by his side. He came to a halt and whirled back around to face her.

“The woods are right by my house. I was literally just telling my brother how much they give me the creeps.”

“That means you should listen to your gut, it’s right.”

Rae was still feeling troubled about the news, but she quickened her pace to catch up to Jake. They continued walking in silence, and Rae caught sight of a MISSING poster stapled to a wooden light post. The guy in the picture had dark, curly hair and a wide smile that stretched from ear to ear. He looked like he was around Morgan’s age which made Rae’s heart sink. Jake noticed her eyes lingering on the poster and he let a small, sad sigh escape from him.

“He went missing about a month ago,” Jake explained under his breath. “Went into the woods on a dare from his friends and never came back out. His family is still determined to find him, but the cops and detectives in this town are ready to throw in the towel.”

“What do you think?” Rae needed to know.

“It’s hard to say.” Jake’s face twisted. “He’s a bright kid, but a month is a long time. They haven’t found any signs of him whatsoever, so literally anything could have happened.”

“You’re talking like you know him,” Rae observed. Jake met her with silence. It was hard for her to read his expression with the large sunglasses on his face, but she knew that she had overstepped some kind of boundary. She wanted to apologize to Jake, but she struggled to think of exactly what she would be apologizing for. So instead they continued to stroll down the residential street, the sound of their footsteps on the pavement the only noise between them.

After a large chunk of silence, they stopped in front of the high school, which was longer than it was tall, and made of faded bricks. Rae gazed on at the school, where she would be spending her next two years, and noted that it was an extraordinarily unextraordinary place. It looked as if it could have been a DMV, or a medical clinic, with just enough blandness that you could drive past it and never once process that it was there. Rae could feel that sinking feeling in her gut again, one that was prevalent when she was leaving Folsom. She knew that it was disdain for the life she was expected to live for the sake of her brother. But, it was also a feeling of disappointment. Jake read her mind as he kicked at a pebble on the sidewalk and then motioned towards the school.

“For a town that’s determined to be a mini replica of Germany, you’d think the school would look a bit more impressive.”

“Is the inside any better?”

“If you enjoy feeling like you’re in a prison, then sure.”

Jake led Rae to the front steps of the school and settled down on the concrete, motioning for her to join him. Even though Rae could see the faded puddles of who-knows-what that could only be found on a high school campus, she lowered herself next to him.

“So, how do I survive my first day?” Rae tried to drive the conversation.

“Stick next to me, and you’ll be fine,” Jake said. “Most people here are pretty tame, but there are a few people to look out for.”

“What’s their deal?”

“Just,” Jake stopped himself, trying to find the right words. “Nothing good.”

Rae let out a nervous laugh. “The more I’m learning about this town, the less I think I want to know.”

“Trust me,” Jake’s tone turned serious. “I wouldn’t tell you any of this stuff if I didn’t think it was important.”

“Obviously,” Rae corrected herself, “and I appreciate your concern. It’s just a lot, that's all.”

“You’re telling me,” Jake mumbled. He tugged his sunglasses down for a second, wiped some sweat from his face, and then lifted them back up to conceal his eyes once more. Rae caught a quick glimpse of them and noted that they looked a lot more tired than when he had been in the store.

Jake tore into his bag of beef jerky and offered some to Rae, who shook her head. Jake looked at her like she was crazy.

“This is literally the best beef jerky in the world, are you out of your mind?”

“I’m not big on dried meat,” Rae shrugged, and then patted her shopping bag full of veggies to make a point. Jake looked ready to engage in a long and emotional argument about whether or not beef jerky was good, but he suddenly became distracted by something behind Rae. “What?” Rae asked, suddenly feeling on edge. All the bad things Jake had shared with her were beginning to bounce around her mind.

Jake didn’t seem to hear her because he quickly jumped to his feet and stationed himself so he was shielding Rae from whatever he had seen. In spite of this, she still tried to lean around him to see what lay ahead. A pair of dusty black high top Vans came closer and Jake’s shoulders started to lift towards his ears. Rae stood to get a better look at the person out of sheer curiosity, and Jake turned briefly to frown at her, as if signaling that she sit back down. But she ignored him and finally caught sight of who was coming to their side. He had a head full of tight, amber curls and his skin was ghastly pale, which made his chocolate brown eyes stand out. In comparison to Jake’s darker, baggier clothes, he was wearing a matching set of beige pants and a jacket that fit just right. Rae grew worried when she saw that there was a tight scowl sprawled across his face, his dark eyebrows bunched towards the center of his forehead, and arched down.

“Josh,” Jake said, using his gruff voice once more. “What are you doing here?”��

“I can ask the same,” Josh retorted. His voice didn’t have as much body to it as Jake’s, but it still sent a chill down Rae’s spine. There was something cold about the way he spoke, like a single word parted from his lips could freeze your heart. Josh seemed to finally realize that Jake had company, which filled him with energy. “Got a new friend?” He jutted his thumb in Rae’ direction.

Jake sounded like he was about to explode.

“Get lost, Josh.”

“Ooh,” Josh taunted, “And what if I don’t?”

“I don’t know what’s going on here,” Rae stepped from behind Jake, staring Josh down, “But you should probably fuck off.”

Josh had trouble hiding his shock at first, but quickly recovered.

“You’ve got a fire to you,” his icy voice addressed Rae.

“Fuck off,” Rae repeated herself.

“What she said,” Jake nodded, his arms folded across his chest.

“Ouch,” Josh faked a pout. He looked between Jake and Rae’s glares and let his shoulders theatrically slump. “Well, I can tell when I’m not wanted,” he said, deepening his pout. Neither Jake nor Rae responded to him, so Josh gave a small shrug, jabbed his hands in his pockets, and strolled away, whistling a tune. When he was about 10 yards away he turned back around briefly. “We’ll chat more at school on Monday.”

Rae felt unbelievably uncertain. Josh had looked directly at her when he said that, and the wave he gave after that, wiggling his fingers around, filled her with dread. Jake seemed to pick up on her discomfort since, once Josh was out of earshot, he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and mumbled,

“He won’t do anything, don’t worry. I won’t let him.”

“So, obviously you two don’t get along,” Rae stated the obvious. “But what’s his deal?”

Jake motioned for them to continue walking down the street, past the school. As they took off, he looked to be thinking hard. Rae cleared her throat to prompt him to start talking, which Jake acknowledged with raised eyebrows.

“His, uh, group and mine don’t really get along. We never have. There’s just a lot of differences, so we’re constantly butting heads with each other. It doesn’t help that he’s always acting like we’re in some kind of competition, like who’s the bigger guy on campus or something.”

Rae took in Jake’s frame, which couldn’t have been taller than 5’8, and kept her thoughts to herself.

“That sounds exhausting,” Rae commented instead.

“It feels like every time I’m around town, he always shows up,” Jake continued to share. “It’s draining, really.”

“He kinda seems obsessed.”

That got a good laugh out of Jake.

“Maybe,” he decided. “I mean, how could you not be obsessed with this?” He jokingly motioned down at himself with a grin on his face. Rae chose to play along and joined in his laughter.

Her phone’s text chime interrupted her mirth and, while Jake returned back to his bag of beef jerky, she retrieved her phone from her back pocket. It was no surprise that it was her mom.

Rae, where are you? Morgan’s getting hungry

Rae gazed down at the text and could feel her jaw clenching. She couldn’t do anything for herself, she had to constantly look out for her family members, and offer a hand whenever they needed it.

“Is everything okay?” Jake asked. Rae caught him trying to look over her shoulder at the message on her phone, so she shoved it back in her pocket.

“I should head back home,” she somberly admitted. Jake seemed to be equally disappointed, but he did a better job of hiding it.

“I’ll walk you back to your place, if that’s cool with you,” he suggested.

“Of course, if you’re cool with power walking,” Rae replied. “My mom needs these groceries for dinner.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge,” Jake smirked. Rae gaped as he hustled down the sidewalk, pumping his arms like an Olympic speed walker and swinging his hips back and forth.

“You’re going the wrong way!” she called after him, practically choking on her laughter. Jake skidded to a halt and then started to speed walk in the other direction, back towards Rae. “Damn, you can move fast!” Rae exclaimed as he rushed past her.

“We gotta get your food to the dinner table, it’s an emergency!” Jake hollered over his shoulder. “I’m haulin’ ass for the sake of your family!”

Rae shook her head in disbelief as she watched her new friend entirely let his guard down around her, and ran to catch up with him.

They were about a block away from Rae’s house when Rae heard a voice off in the distance calling Jake’s name. As it grew closer, Rae reached forward to clutch onto Jake’s shoulder to get his attention.

“I can hear someone shouting for you,” she explained. That got Jake to stop in his tracks, and his eyes squinted to see who was at the far end of the block, pedaling on a rusty old bike like their life depended on it.

“Oh man,” Rae just barely heard Jake murmur under his breath.

“Jake!”

Rae could see clearer that it was a boy with shaggy brunette hair, close to the same shade as Jake’s. He was tall and lanky, like a newborn giraffe, and his skin was darkened, as if he had spent every second of his summer vacation in the sun. His white t-shirt rippled as he pedaled hard to catch up.

“Jake!” he repeated himself, screeching to a stop in front of them. Up close, Rae noted that he looked younger than her, but his eyes were sunken and dark, as if years had been taken off of his life.

“What’s up, Sam?” Jake asked, sounding on edge. “Are you okay?”

Sam looked like he was about to answer honestly, but then he winced and nodded his head, glancing briefly at Rae.

“It’s about Danny.”

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Shipper Tag Game

the ever so wonderful @wangmiao tagged me in a game! yay :D I spend my days studying as of lately an I needed a little distraction eheh

1. what ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don’t care anymore?

aah man, it’s probably ed & winry from FMA if I’m being honest. now I know why, bc my baby gay younger self saw the potential for ftm!Ed and mtf!Winry since day 1 but I didn’t have the words to understand it as such back then. it’s not that I don’t care anymore but that fandom served its purpose and I am thankful for it. learned about my own stance on gender euphoria thanks to it actually even if the story has nothing to do with it in retrospect.

2. which ship would you consider your first one?

ik that, as a wee child, I was obsessed with Haruka from Sailor Moon flirting with Usagi, but I wouldn’t consider that as a proper “ship”. I learned shipping was a thing at, like, 19. but if I look back at my childhood... probably either Syaoran & Sakura (bi nation where u at??) or Touya/Yukito from Card Captor. I clocked the Tomoyo/Sakura waaaay later tho, which is a pity.

3. your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

first fanfic I read was a D. Gray Man one, so it was probably a Kanda/Allen situation yeah. I think I was 20. oh god.

4. do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

hard to say. I think I had just discovered tumblr, so it means I was either 22 or 23... so I was either in the Pandora Hearts fandom or in the Tokyo Ghoul fandom. and I only followed people from those two so... I think it was an Arima/Haise one? hard to say fr.

5. did you ever get into ship discourse?

I tend to stay away from that. I just mute or block people and go back to play with my fictional people. me is petty at times, yes.

6. did you use to have any no-otp or have it currently?

I do have ships I don’t particularly like, but I find it silly to talk about them. I let people enjoy themselves.

7. who were the couples in the last fanfic you read?

Gaon/Yohan from The Devil Judge bc there’s only one fic in the whole fandom I follow and I generally don’t read fanfics that much. (I may or may not have read a fanfic from Evilive in the past month or so, but if I did I was feverish and recall very little of it).

8. currently do you have any OTPs?

man where do I start?

Shang Xirui/Cheng Fengtai from Winter Begonia

Zhou Zishu/Wen Kexing from Word of Honor

Gu Yun/Changgeng from Sha Po Lang

Seo Doyoung/Han Dongsoo from Evilive (current one)

Kim Gaon/Kang Yohan from The Devil Judge

Lee Dongsik/Han Joowon from Beyond Evil

Koo Ryeon/Park Joonggil from Tomorrow

(one sapphic ship I shall not name - for the discourse is rampant about them- but it involves ladies and dragons)

Eve Polastri/Villanelle from Killing Eve (I am waiting for the italian dub to drop season 3 and 4 in dvd, I am too attached to it to budge)

(if that news about Kim Goeun and Jeon Doyeon starring in the same thriller drama is true I will make it my entire personality so be prepared for it)

9. is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

is there?.... man I have no clue. they are all true in my heart. I can be anal about it and say that I call bullshit on the main girl in True Beauty kdrama not ending up with the second-male lead if I really have to be mad about something but... meh? that’s probably it? the characters were too young for me to empathize with them but I guess that’s still something I think about from time to time?? I feel so silly saying this ahah

10. is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

honestly, ever since kun opened my eyes about soggy older men being bullied by grumpy older men I have changed as a person. I never disliked it per se but now everything has changed. I see the vision now. I see it. thank u kun :)

11. do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

listen. I ship changgu. it’s Gu Yun’s fault to be such a cougar, what was a growing kid like Changgeng supposed to do? not fantasize about his godfather? who, I might add, is only, like, 8 or 9 years older than him and didn’t even want to take that role to begin with and they got together when both were above their mid-twenties anyway? try again tag game. these new fandom babies are eating my face like smooth lions as we speak. (I am joking...)

12. what was your favorite crack ship?

before I left the m/dzs fandom... I guess Wen Q/ing & Lan W/angji as a “beard for beard” situation. they are gay and they are not vibing on prom night, having to dance with each other instead of looking for people they actually like. maybe it’s best that I left the fandom ahah

13. who is the couple you read most fanfics of?

I don’t really... read... fanfics... anymore. usually I’m either in a big ship or a niche show/book with no in between. in the second case... it’s bad bc I feel the urge to WRITE for the fandom and ship in question, which means that I don’t want to read fics about it unless I have finished my own fic for it (bc I don’t want to accidentally steal other people’s ideas. my subconscious is an octopus I swear, it latches onto anything that moves in my brain. I cannot do that to someone else’s creation!); in the first case it works only if I’m not active in the fandom:

take Word of Honor: I write for it and for the main ship too, so I don’t read fics about it

take Evilive or Winter Begonia: we have so few fics in there I MUST WRITE for the main ship, so I don’t read fics about it (sometimes I do cave in tho, yes I am human)

take The Devil Judge or Tomorrow: I’m not active on either of those, so I can enjoy reading fics (only two, one for each fandom)

my life is a struggle ik. the most fics I have read for a ship is probably that sapphic ship I shall not name (evil women come at me!!) and bagginshield from The Hobbit (we are talking 10 years ago tho)

14. what most of your ships usually have in common?

across all genders and all gender combos, I have generally 3 vibes going on:

twice divorced, never married

long suffering banter, but fond

not related, not chosen family, but a secret third thing

(additional flavor: either the younger one is the bossy one or they are the same age and they are making it everyone’s problem at that)

15. what you absolutely hate in a ship?

I would say conformity. if I don’t catch any queer vibes from the main source then what’s the point? even in a het ship I must latch onto some gender magic of some kind. some pegging for everyone would be nice too. or no sex at all, for a change, why not?

thank u once more kun for tagging me! imma tag anyone insterested in doing this and @amethystina and @danhoemei is they feel like doing it or if they just want to have a look at my replies, no pressure!!

#tag game #wangmiao #sneaky niki #niki answers #@amethystina if u are reading this. I must tell u: the autofill corrected Kang Yohan into KANT Yohan #and as a philosophy major I cannot stress enough how much my blood boiled at the idea #first. the Abyss line was from Nietzsche not Kant #second. Faust was entirely Goethe (Et Al.)’s fault not Kant’s #third. somehow even Hegel is at fault for that #once again not Kant #whose crimes are many but at least he is not the cause of that piece of work of a man known as KanG Yohan 🤣#hope all of my mutuals have a very good day

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lilisouless · 9 months

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What I would have done on season two without changing the concepts:

I was going to make a long post but you don’t like that ones so i am making polls

1- the S&S and R&R merge stays, but discount CK vanishes , except for Pekka Rollins taking over the crow club which is let on the air by the season ends

2- The crows (sans Matthias) instead of Ketterdam , spend most season 2 on the Shu Han arc. This may mean less crow screentime but more for Alina (the main character) Mal, Tamar and Nadia , i am not saying Nikolai because he had plenty. This one would allow a deep into Alina’s feelings and motivations and some justification in Mal’s desire to find himself

3- This is very simple: you can keep the wesper changes BUT, instead of having Jesper forget about Wylan, reveal that he actually didn’t forgot but faked it out of spite, also make it more clear that their rushed actions are a result of a feeling of loneliness from both sides

4-Zoya,Tolya still go to Shu Han with the crows but Adrik goes too, some small moments with Zoya and Nina and maybe other non book combinations

5- Take out Pekka Rollins gaining power on jail, have it space for Van eck being the one that takes him out and makes a deal with Matthias that actually sticks

6- You only drop subtle clues of Jesper being grisha but it’s revealed by Jesper using his powers, or at least have it be revealed by Aditi in the hallucination or Sankta Neyar (only implying that Kaz and Wylan know)

7-David can stay with Genya and the Darkling, but don’t take away his “i create things, i don’t destroy them” line, he is doing this for more than just Genya, both are their own person

8- The king doesn’t die

9- speaking of which, there are few minor sympathetic characters shown around so the darkling’s attack on Os alta is actually seen as tragic (Misha’s mom, Paja, a non awful version of Sergei, a stand in for Fedyor) on the show only Vasily and the king died (two characters we all hate) in order to make the darkling look better

10- Nadia takes over David’s role on S&S as the main weapon engineer since he is absent

#netflix shadow and bone #six of crows #leigh bardugo #grishaverse #shadow and bone

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wheelerthefroghere · 2 years

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Season 4 Mike is super similar to season 2 Mike. No other season comes close.

1. Both start out with Mike feeling like he lost someone and acting more rebellious because of it. In S2, Mike coped by plagiarizing a paper, graffiting a bathroom stall, cursing out a teacher, stealing from Nancy, etc. In S4, he rebelled by being in the Hellfire Club and changing up his style. It might not seem like the same pattern at first, but since people are flat out accusing D&D of being satanic and causing all sorts of “problems”, having Mike openly embrace the game now is a huge act of rebellion (especially in a season where he’s supposedly trying to be normal).

2. Playing in Hellfire also showed Mike returning to the hobbies that make him happy. In S3, he was hell-bent on “growing up” and he viewed playing games as childish and against the norm. In S4, he’s not trying to deny himself from playing it anymore. In a way, Mike was holding onto “childish” passions, much like how he wanted to keep all of his toys in S2 for emotional value. D&D, the toys, and Will’s drawings are also relevant to Mike’s childhood and also a means for him to cope with the loss of Will and/or Eleven in both seasons.

3. In S2, Mike called Eleven nearly every night even though he couldn’t get a hold of her. In S4, it is implied that he made a similar effort to call Will often enough to complain about the line always being busy. In both seasons, Mike believed the other person wasn’t making an attempt to return the effort and reach out to him.

4. In both seasons, Mike had (at least one) conversations where he vented about Eleven, only for the topics to shift into Mike and Will territory. Ex: “Crazy together” and the scene where Mike tosses El’s letter in the trash.

5. In both seasons, when Mike was separated from Eleven and trouble started up, he became glued to Will’s side. Even if protecting him wasn’t Mike’s top priority, he still spent almost every scene with Will.

6. The heart to hearts in S4 paralleled the talks Mike and Will had throughout S2.

7. In both seasons, when Mike reunited with Eleven, all of the Byler build-up got brushed aside. In S2, Mike and Eleven started dating (Mike pushed Will into dancing with that girl at the Snow Ball) and in S4, Mike seemed to fall for the lie Will told him in the van and used it to confess his “love” for Eleven later on.

8. In both seasons, after Mike confessed something big to Will or Eleven, he got closer to the opposite person at the end of the season. For example, in the shed when Mike told Will about the day they met, Mike went running back to Eleven. And, in S4, after Mike confessed to Eleven in the pizza shop, he was shown closer to Will than to her for the rest of the episode. It was even established that she didn’t want to talk to Mike.

9. In both seasons, Mike showed more physical affection with Will than in S1 and S3. Some examples from S4 would include the shoulder grab in Hopper’s cabin, the phone booth scene, the hospital hug with Lucas, the shootout scene, and probably more. Their proximity in S4 was just insane even outside of these examples. They were standing on top of each other in almost every scene...

10. In both seasons, Will and Mike consoled each other. In S2, it was mainly Mike comforting Will, but it was reversed in S4. In S2, Mike made Will feel better about being possessed by telling him that he was a “superspy” and that Will could be crucial in defeating the Mind Flayer and saving the day. In S4, Will told Mike that he was the “heart” and inspired the Party (he also boosted Mike up by telling him that it was “you guys who saved me”) when Mike felt like he was useless.

This isn’t every comparison I could make, but I think it supports the point well enough. S2 and S4 Mike have very similar arcs and after the weird tension in episode 2 of season 4 (which honestly, there was tension between them during episode 2 of season 2 when they were trick or treating), I would almost say S4 Mike is the better version of the two. I mean, Mike was very sweet to Will in season 2, but like I said before, once Eleven showed up, he stopped paying Will much attention. We know Mike made the shift into spending ALL of his time with Eleven because that’s what was established in season 3. However, in season 4, after Eleven came back, it would appear that Mike is spending more of his time with Will. He could be going after Eleven and trying to talk to her more, but he chose to hang around Will instead.

This is probably a hot take, but I don’t think season 4 Mike was bad at all. His behavior in the airport and roller rink were pretty much explained by Dustin when he talked about the Byers’ phone line always being busy. Mike didn’t think Will wanted to talk to him. He didn’t feel like he was needed or wanted. There was just a lot of miscommunication between them.

But it seems like season 4 brought their relationship back to a good place (maybe stronger than before) and that’s great. So, why are we saying past Mikes would want to beat the current Mike up? Even current Will is looking at Mike with more love than he ever has before. I don’t know.

Bonus: I think a lot of the characters in S4 have story arcs that parallel the ones they had in S2. Joyce, Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan especially.

#Byler #mike wheeler #stranger things 4 #stranger things 2 #mike wheeler analysis #I can never tell if what I'm saying makes sense #I believe it though #I will always defend this boy

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