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Fanfic Update: We'll Always Have New Orleans [4/14]

Summary: Caroline wakes up in a world where everything looks exactly the same, only nothing really is. For starters, she's no longer a vampire, and no one else in Mystic Falls has ever heard of witches, vampires or werewolves - no one except for Klaus, who woke up just as human and twice as angry about it. Their search for answers and a way out takes them all the way to New Orleans, and Caroline could never anticipate how much this crazy fake world was about to alter her reality forever.

[Canon!AU. Set right after TVD 4x18.]

Chapter 4: Follow the Yellow Brick Road ✨

Caroline half expects to find Klaus standing guard outside her window like a creep to make sure she won't back out of their road trip - which, full disclosure, she did go back and forth on the merits of it several times throughout the night. The more she thinks about it, the more absurd it seems. It's one of those things where she has to close her eyes and jump before the seat of reason in her brain gets a chance to talk her out of it.

It's precisely why, upon waking up from a horridly slept night, Caroline tries to scrub her mind clear of any practical speculations such as Klaus is not to be trusted or This is too high a risk for something that is essentially a hunch or even Thirteen long hours in a car with Klaus - the last one gives her shudders for reasons she currently doesn't possess the required bandwidth to untangle. Instead, she punches a few essentials into a bag and braces herself for the unknown. Que sera, sera. How much worse can it get, really - she thinks, and then immediately backtracks. In Mystic Falls, whenever you think you've hit rock bottom, you realize there's a trap door and ten brand new layers of shit you can fall into and keep on falling until the end of times.

She chooses to take it as a good sign that Klaus is not outside. They agreed to meet at his place and, paranoid though he was, he seems to have decided to trust that she will keep her word. She reckons the bar is currently very low, but that's progress as far as she's concerned.

But there is something outside which should not be there and, as it turns out, is way worse than Klaus: a police car.

The Sheriff is home. Read the full chapter here -- Well, it's been a hot minute. 🥲 But in case anybody was wondering, no, the story is not abandoned, I'm just slow and have more wips than I can juggle. 🙃 This update is on the shorter side (by my standards) but it took a lot of rewriting compared to the original version. It's actually two chapters combined together (4 and 5). So that means the story will now be 14 chapters long instead of 15. Woohoo! 🥳 As always, your support, comments, kudos and reblogs mean the world to me if you are so inclined. Hope you enjoy the update!

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reyesstrand · 1 year

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wip wednesday

tagged by my beloved @lovesgalores <3 from the 4x18 coda/honeymoon fic that i’m hoping to finish over my days off!

He feels alive as he moves with TK, with his husband, their matching gold bands and lovesick smiles linking them intrinsically together. TK’s brighter than he’s ever been, singing along and curling one arm tight around Carlos’ neck. They bump into bodies around them on the dance floor but nothing matters but this, the two of them together under the lights. Carlos’ only focus is TK until the song shifts, and the familiar intro strikes him with a memory: him at thirteen, watching as Ana and her friends sing loudly and off-key in the basement covered with half-made pillow forts, dancing along with remote controls in their hands as makeshift microphones. Their father had gone on shift, a long overnight that would unknowingly fade into three long days of him tracking down a trafficking ring, and Carlos already missed him. A recurring theme, he’d already realized, and it hits him again.

Carlos blinks and he’s five, he’s eight, he’s twelve, slowly aging out of being able to run to his father in the middle of the night, slowly growing too big, too gangly, for the pajamas printed with footballs and dinosaurs and trucks. Carlos blinks and he’s sixteen, scrubbing the dirt from his knuckles after helping his cousins at their family ranch, listening to their deep voices as they shared stories and jokes he forced himself to laugh at; he’s seventeen and feeling too big and too small all at the same time, towering over his parents as he brings their world crashing down around them. He’s too old for his father to hold him, to promise him the monsters will never get close enough to touch him, to be gently rocked as he cries after a nightmare. Part of him is angry that so much of his time was lingering in a shadow, knowing of a pair of shoes he felt he could never fill, and yet Carlos, at his core, just wants his dad.

He misses him. He misses him like he misses air when he pushes himself that half a mile too hard too fast and his lungs constrict. He feels like that little version of himself in that grainy video that’s been replaying in his mind, caught in time, left in free fall without his papa there to catch him. Carlos’ breath catches in his throat and he squeezes once, twice at TK’s waist, fingers dragging over the enticing warmth of his skin as he slips his hands out from under his shirt and murmurs something about needing some air. The music is loud, the voices singing the familiar chorus are loud, and yet the flash of concern across TK’s face is somehow louder. He lets him go, but TK’s eyes follow him as he slips out of the bar, as he inhales the salty fresh air, as he’s greeted with the calming silence of the tide crashing against the beach.

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goodwhump-temp · 1 year

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Shaun Murphey Whump - The Good Doctor

1x01 Burnt Food - Chased by TSA, pinned down, flashbacks to trauma, abusive father, childhood breakdown, flashback to dying brother 1x02 Mount Rushmore - Flashback to dying brother 1x03 Oliver - Brother trauma 1x04 Pipes - Frantic, sweating, obsessive the whole episode, upset, insomnia, anxious, angry outburst, meltdown 1x05 Point Three Percent - Meets brother doppleganger, faced with trauma, visibly upset 1x08 Apple - Held at gunpoint, panicking, in shock, guilt, therapy, avoidance, obsessed with apples 1x10 Sacrifice - Forced to take therapy, panic attack, sweating, withdrawn, sleeps in Janitors closet, makes Melendez worry, confrontation, emotional outburst/meltdown, hits himself multiple times, runs away 1x11 Islands pt. 1 - Talks about trauma, meltdown, throws up/hungover, heartbroken 1x13 Seven Reasons - Heartbroken x2 1x15 Heartfelt - Overwhelmed 1x18 More - Extreme denial, obsessive to the point of insanity, yelled at, emotional, nausea

2x01 Hello - Avoidance, extremely overwhelmed 2x02 Middle Ground - Emotional, heartbroken, emotional confrontation 2x03 36 Hours - Heartbroken 2x04 Tough Titmouse - Punched, bruised, obsessed 2x06 Two-ply or not Two-ply - Yelled at, in shock 2x08 Stories - Obsessed 2x09 Empathy - Overwhelmed 2x10 Quarantine - Obsessed over light, overwhelmed, meltdown 2x11 Quarantine pt. 2 - Overwhelmed, stressed 2x14 Faces - Stoned 2x16 Believe - Anxiety 2x17 Breakdown - Breakdown, extremely angry, fired, rightfully upset 2x18 Trampoline - Beaten up, punched and kicked, severely bruised, hiding injuries, coughing blood, sweating, emotional, collapse, hospitalized, incubated

3x01 Disaster - Complicating stress of a date, upset 3x05 First Case, Second Base - Emotional, meltdown during surgery 3x10 Friends and Family - Parents reunion, panic attack, brothers grave, traumatic memories, brothers funeral, emotional pain, angry outburst towards father, hurt by father again, guilted, verbally abused, meltdown, sobbing 3x11 Fractured - Fear of abandonment, emotional pain 3x14 Influence - Painful brain freeze, embarassed by patient, issues with fame, love triangle 3x15 Unsaid - Manipulated, broken up with, cries 3x16 Autopsy - Avoidance, emotional outburst, imprisoned, complex emotions, confesses love, heartbroken, cries 3x17 Fixation - Denial, heartbroken 3x18 Heartbroken - Depressed, heartbreaking/emotional outburst towards Lea, growing hatred 3x19 Hurt - Earthquake, desperate to find Lea, hallucinating Steve, heartbroken, aftershock, stuck underground 3x20 I Love You - Trapped in flooding area, aftershock, danger of drowning

4x05 Fault - Blames his ASD on patient death 4x16 Dr. Ted - Told his baby will die at birth, scared, told its unsaveable, miscarriage, emotional 4x17 Letting Go - Emotional outburst, bursts into surgery room 4x18 Forgive or Forget - Slips on log, falls, dislocated foot, torn artery, emergency surgery with no anesthesia, intense pain, passes out from blood loss

5x02 Piece of Cake - Overwhelmed from Ethicure changes (scrubs, hand soap/dryers) 5x07 Expired - Operates on baby, finds all supply expired, tries his best to save the baby, meltdown over change, breaks off the wedding, hyperventilating, angry, sobbing 5x08 Rebellion - Emotional about Lea, heartbroken 5x09 Yippee Ki-Yay - Guilt, quits his job 5x12 Dry Spell - Hit in the face 5x14 Potluck - One of the few sane doctors, stressed by Glassmans pace 5x16 The Shaun Show - Nervous from the cameras 5x17 The Lea Show - Panic trying to conform to Lea, emotional with Claire

6x01 Afterparty - Covered in blood, in shock, meltdown during surgery, remembers his brother, panic attack, emotional shutdown from trauma, hallucinates brother, cries 6x03 A Bad Sign - Confronted by Lim 6x04 Shrapnel - Confronted by Glassman, upset 6x05 Growth Opportunities - Relationship strain with Glassman, doubted, upset 6x07 Boys Don't Cry - 1 Year anniversary of their miscarriage, baby patient, sad 6x08 Sorry, Not Sorry - No confidence in the OR, emotionally involved in patient, guilt, emotional pain, emotional confrontation with Lim 6x09 Broken or Not - Scared of pregnancy 6x10 Quiet and Loud - Learns of another possible miscarriage, in denial, desperate, obsessive, scared, emotional 6x16 The Good Lawyer - Humiliated 6x17 A Blip - Worried, scared, emotional/cries with Glassman 6x19 Half Measures - Scared, emotional with Glassman

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aflawedfashion · 1 year

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Jordan & Dr. Cox | Scrubs 4x18

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djblackmagicworld · 4 years

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I just watched Scrubs 4x18 "My Roommates"

#trakt

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kiss-my-freckle · 5 years

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Dialogues

A collection for you, @moreryanandjames

1x1

Red: You got rid of your highlights. You look much less … Baltimore.

1x3

Red: So, you went with the gray?

1x4

Red: That’s a pretty blouse.

1x7

Red: Agent Keen, I have a tip. You’re a winter, not an autumn. Stop wearing olive.

1x7

Red: You’d look positively radiant in a Guayabera dress. I know a little shop in Reston. We could stop before our flight.

1x7

Red: I brought you a souvenir. What’s your feeling about guava? Liz: Anxiety. Red: Oh, you’re in for a treat.

1x8

Red: I find it so reassuring the movie stars, the pop singers they really are just like the rest of us.

1x8

Red: I don’t know how you do it. I had that done once. I couldn’t bear the tickling.

1x8

Maltz: Yeah, sure. Give us a minute, please? Ray, look at you. You look great. I mean, the elasticity is amazing. You been juicing? Red: Beets, mostly. Some celery, carrots, a lot of ginger. The kale makes me dyspeptic.

1x9

Red: Donald, never let it be said that I valued a Zegna Venticinque tie over a human life, even yours.

1x9

Red: Donald! Donald! Feeling any wittier yet? Any strange cravings for Beluga caviar or Marcel Proust?

1x12

Red: If I tell you, you have to promise me you’ll try the fertilized duck eggs. It’s a daring and unique dining experience. You’ll think you’ve died and gone to hell.

1x12

Red: We brought a little something for Julian – a care package. It’s a Tibetan singing bowl. What do we have here? Some jackfruit, vitamin D, kola nuts. But we’ve got to get him to eat more protein. He looks like hell. He isn’t vegan, is he? Anyway, I’ve also --included a couple of my favorite Richard Pryor records. I want to try and inject a little levity into the proceedings. I mean, Julian looks so crabby all the time. House arrest can be grueling. Borakove: Didn’t you spend, like, four months - in Phonthong? Red: Seven. Borakove: How did you survive? Red: Naps. Occasional calisthenics.

1x14

Red: Wow! And I like your clutch.

1x14

Red: Who decided on this paneling?

1x14

Red: You smell nice. Something new?

1x18

Red: I come bearing gifts - pimento cheese sandwiches, toasted with the crusts cut off. Eartha Kitt’s recipe. It’s a fantastic story.

2x1

Red: Hello, Harold. Please apologize to Charlene, your side gate may need a new lock. A get-well present. It looks so soft. Shea butter?

2x2

Red: Lizzy! I’d like to introduce you to my manicurist, Rosa Heredia.

2x12

Red: Oh, that’s a shame. Dendrobium? Ruth: My own hybrid. I call them “Snows of Everest.” Red: Lovely.

2x14

Red: You’ve changed your hair.

2x14

Red: Come on. I got to be worth as much as that fake Xuande Ming vessel was. Sorry, Santos, but those cat’s eye Chrysoberyls are brown, not green. An expensive forgery, but a forgery nonetheless.

3x1

Red: I must say, your hair, the way it frames your face is very becoming.

3x6

Red: I love mauve, but a soft creamy yellow will just open up the entire room. We also need to land on cabinet options and millwork today.

3x12

Liz: I’m pregnant. Red: Yes. I’ve known for some time. Liz: How? Red: Everything. Your body, your skin, a look in your eyes, different tastes for different foods, nausea, distracted, moody.

3x12

Red: Oh, I should probably mention, I booked a pregnancy massage for you. She’ll be here at 9:00. Her name’s Edwina, she’s a registered nurse, and she smells absolutely divine.

3x14

Red: I see your new home is a work in progress. What colors are you considering?

3x14

Lady: Who the hell are you? Red: Her fairy godmother. I hear it’s her birthday. We’ve come to celebrate.

3x17

Red: They went with ruby fringe tulips and pink peonies. You’d be impressed.

3x20

Red: As an adult, it’s easy to dismiss this stuff as girlish frivolity. You forget the wonder it creates, the light captured, secret wishes evoked. It renders even the darkest days sparkly.

3x20

Red: I’d imagine it to be a challenge, playing Rachmaninoff’s C-sharp minor “Prelude” without the benefit of C-sharp.

3x21

Red: What a garden. I love daffodils. They say gifting a bouquet of daffodils ensures happiness, while presenting just one means bad luck is on the horizon.

4x7

Red: What do you do to stay in such incredible shape? Calisthenics? Or Jazzercise?

4x7

Red: Maybe we should be workout partners.

4x7

Red: I’ll see you in dance class, Samar.

4x18

Red: Ah! Springtime in Vienna. The market’s are a bit crowded, but the flowers - oh, my gosh. A simple walk to the U-Bahn is full of glory.

5x1

Hawkins: Who are you? Red: Your Fairy Godmother.

5x2

Red: Oh, my goodness. Look at those Guan vases. And that flatware. Did you know Nancy Reagan - She could dress a table specifically for that night’s guest at a moment’s notice. Russian Silver for a tea with Gorbachev, Italian silver stag-head stirrup cups for a last-minute supper with Sinatra. Can you imagine?

5x2 Liz: What color is that, pumpkin? It looks like a pumpkin. Red: His wife says it’s Tuscan Sunset.

5x3

5x3 Red: Shh. You hear that? There it is again. A piping plover. Their breeding grounds are along coastal beaches and alkali marshes, so to hear that bell-like call from a shorebird this far inland - my gosh, poor little fella must be lost.

Red: I use Epsom salt baths.

5x4

Red: We were camping in the altogether under the most delightful autumn moon in the Forest of Dean when a wild pig came out of nowhere and gored my left flank, so to speak. And Melissa here not only slew the beast and salved my wound with a honey of - Dr. Lomay: Yarrow. Red: -yarrow compress, but also made the most scrumptious pork pie in the monarchy.

5x10

Paris: Shall I set a third place for lunch? Liz: No, thank you. Red: You may want to think twice. He’s making a turbot with a matsutake mushroom broth.

5x12

Red: I feel terrible, Mariko. I know it’s a small consolation, but I’ve made arrangements for you and Tadashi to stay in the hotel. A two-bedroom suite is yours until it’s safe for you to go back to your home. Room service, 24-hour spa, tickets to any of the shows in town. I hear there’s a revival of “The Music Man” that’s supposed to be marvelous.

5x12

Red: What makes her happy? Does she like a good foot massage?

5x15

Red: If only there were something you could do to help me think of a constructive way to develop the property. Any good ideas? Headmaster: No. Red: Really? Headmaster: Absolutely not. Red: Maybe a massage parlor. The athletes would love it!

5x16

Red: Mr. Garvey, might I suggest you enjoy what little time you have left - crab cakes, scalp massages, perhaps a double feature of “The 400 Blows” and “Jules and Jim” - whatever floats your boat.

5x18

Red: Excellent. I’ll be at the Louvre. When you’re done dotting your I’s and crossing your t’s, you can find me gazing in erotic wonder at the beauty and power of the Winged Victory of Samothrace.

5x19

Red: This apartment. Right here. Oh. My God. To have been the proverbial fly on Clyde Tolson’s duvet. Liz: Clyde Tolson lived here? J. Edgar Hoover’s lover? Red: This was their secret hideaway. Imagine the conversations. Cooing over JFK’s lovers. Slandering Dr. King. What peignoir to wear to bed. When I saw the apartment was for sale, I couldn’t resist. Liz: You own the apartment where the homophobic head of the FBI carried on his affair with his boyfriend? Red: Allegedly. I wouldn’t admit this in mixed company, but J. Edgar and I have a surprising amount in common. For instance, we both always get our man.

5x19

Waters: You look awfully comfy. What kind of fabric is that? Red: Oh. A lightweight merino. Super 120, natural stretch. I swear by it. Waters: Marty, do you think you can do that same multi-colored puppy tooth in that collection?

5x19

Waters: So, what do you think of this one? Red: Oh, John, yes. I like that. But go with the Snowy River Collection in the Glen Urquhart plaid. It worked for the Duke of Windsor. And, just my opinion, consider a vest. Waters: You think? Are vests in again? Red: Vests have never been out.

5x19

Red: What’s that smell? Is that lavender? And mint. Is that your head? What kind of products do you use? I’m dying of curiosity. Garvey: Wouldn’t that be nice. Red: You smell that? Dembe: Yes. It’s lovely. Red: I’ll say. Absolutely lovely. Whatever it is, you and I need to get some.

6x1

Red: I’ve turned over a new leaf. Spinach. Steamed. No butter, no oil, no salt.And very, very little taste.

6x2

Liz: Have you lost weight? Red: Five pounds. Seven pounds when it’s in the morning.

6x1

Red: I recommend Cairo. Beautiful, historic. And thanks to a combination of the Muslim Brotherhood and international Islamophobia, completely abandoned by Western tourists. You and Picasso will have the pyramids to yourselves.

6x1

Red: I prefer to keep my nips and tucks to myself.

6x5

Red: The suit is actually a prunelle weave blue with a subtle overlay of red. So in the right light, it goes quite plum.

6x5

Red: A bulge at my waistline? I’d prefer that the witness leave my bulges out of this entirely. I want that struck from the record. It’s embarrassing.

6x7

Red: Okay, I will not be judged by anyone who likes Schumann. I refuse to be sent to my death by Philistines. Judge Wilkins: I love Schumann. “Fantasie in C Major” was played at my mother’s funeral this past summer. Red: I’m sorry for your loss.

6x6

Red: For the love of - please tell me that’s not a Vermilion Flycatcher. Nurse: What are you talking about? Red: That little fella right there. What the hell are you people doing with a Flycatcher in your aviary? They’re endangered. That little guy should be in an open habitat or desert scrub, at the very least. Nurse: Look, I don’t know nothing about birds and desert scrub and all that. Red: You know what? Never mind. I am absolutely dead wrong. That is a Red Factor Canary. Probably domestically bred. He’s perfectly fine.

#dialogues

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galvanizedfriend · 5 years

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Fic: We’ll Always Have New Orleans

Summary: Caroline wakes up in a world where everything looks exactly the same, only nothing really is. For starters, she's no longer a vampire. No one else in Mystic Falls has ever heard of witches, vampires and werewolves - no one except Klaus, who woke up just as human and is twice as angry about it. Their search for answers and a way out takes them all the way to New Orleans, and Caroline could never anticipate how much this crazy fake world was about to alter her reality forever. Set right after TVD 4x18.

Chapter 10: Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked

Caroline is making a list.

Well, in reality, she is freaking out. Anticipation is driving her to the edge of a break down. She needs something to distract her mind with, but there is nothing except for the wait and the suspense. Hell, she would kill to have something to clean right now. Scrubbing and rubbing and making ugly, dirty things shiny and orderly again has such a tranquilizing effect. But she's in the middle of the street, no bleach or water or even a broom in hand. So, in the absence of something practical and more productive, Caroline is compiling a list.

The top 5 worst moments of her life.

She didn't think it would be so hard, but it turns out there's been quite a number of remarkable terrible occurrences in her short life, and dying is not even one of those. It makes her wonder how truly screwed up she is. Do mortal standards for mental health apply when you're a vampire, and if so, should she seek professional counseling? Is there even a thing such as professional counseling to non-strictly humans? There should be. Caroline doesn't think she's ever met a supernatural creature that was completely well-adjusted. There's a certain level of trauma that seems to walk hand in hand with becoming something like her. It can't be good to just jump from one tragedy to another the way she has for the past three years or so. She can't but feel that it might cause irreversible damage in the long run. It might turn her into... Well. Klaus.

That's how it starts, isn't it? A bunch of fucked up stuff happens and you don't have time to assimilate or heal and obviously you haven't the first clue how to deal with any of that because you're a peasant from the X century and your whole family is just as damaged as you are and, before you notice, a thousand years have gone by and you've turned into a paranoid psychopath with trust issues. It all has to start somewhere. No one is born evil, unless you believe in the antichrist. Klaus must've been a ridiculously adorable baby once, with dimples and blond curls and big blue eyes that had no malice or anger in them. His father was a level A abusive asshole who mistreated his own child and his mother was a lunatic and you add that to all the bloodthirst and the killing and voilà. Behold the antichrist. That's how adorably dimpled babies become handsomely dimpled homicidal nut-jobs. Evil is built, not born.

Who knows, maybe she's already well into her Klaus-fication process.

Read the rest of Chapter 10 here @ AO3 or here @ FF.net.

Or start from the beginning here or here.

This is it, guys! The last of the reuploaded chapters. Starting next one, it’s all new, never before seen (lol) updates. Hope you guys enjoy this! And if you do, please drop me a note! Your reviews and reblogs are very much welcome! :) Thank you for reading!

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