Expecting Another, by KawaiiJade
Aug. 9th, 2004 01:01 pmI, like the rest of us here, suffer from what is sometimes called "train wreck syndrome". No matter how godawful something looks, no matter how definitely it promises to stamp on my brain and break my soul, I am compelled to look at it. Sometimes, God help me, I even go looking for this kind of stuff.
Of course, that's why I'm a ficbitch. But oh sweet pale waltzing fish, does it ever cause me pain.
A casual glance at the front page of Mediaminer provided me with THIS. The writing is atrocious, certainly, but that's not the main reason for my convulsions of horror...
Ryo and Dee are happily married for three years now. Bikky and Cal are madly in love with each other. Life seems perfect for the four. That is until Ryo feels sick. Dee doesn’t know what’s wrong but has an idea. He takes Ryo to a hospital. When the results come back there very unexpected.
That summary, combined with that title, led me inevitably to this horrible conclusion: We have a second FAKE mpreg on our hands.
( I can't let this one go. Join me for the bitchjob; complimentary sporks will be handed out afterwards. )
Oh, god, how I wish it stopped there. But no. There is another chapter, which is where the actual mpreg part begins. Let me gather my bitchy strength, and I'll tackle that one next.
Of course, that's why I'm a ficbitch. But oh sweet pale waltzing fish, does it ever cause me pain.
A casual glance at the front page of Mediaminer provided me with THIS. The writing is atrocious, certainly, but that's not the main reason for my convulsions of horror...
Ryo and Dee are happily married for three years now. Bikky and Cal are madly in love with each other. Life seems perfect for the four. That is until Ryo feels sick. Dee doesn’t know what’s wrong but has an idea. He takes Ryo to a hospital. When the results come back there very unexpected.
That summary, combined with that title, led me inevitably to this horrible conclusion: We have a second FAKE mpreg on our hands.
( I can't let this one go. Join me for the bitchjob; complimentary sporks will be handed out afterwards. )
Oh, god, how I wish it stopped there. But no. There is another chapter, which is where the actual mpreg part begins. Let me gather my bitchy strength, and I'll tackle that one next.