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typo that im too lazy to fix: on the last page, "kasumi was one of the best gymnasts [in japan]"

edit: BRO I IDDNT REALIZE AKIRA ND SUMIRE WERE SHARING A SPOON TO EAT THE CURRY AM I INSANEEEEE <- She literally drew this image

1st 2 pics are genderbent akira+goro as well as sumire, 3rd pic is canon akira and sumire

in my head m!sumire is dedicated to rhythmic gymnastics, but the fact that it's not a popular sport somehow causes a mental block for him: kasumi was a trailblazer in men's rhythmic gymnastics. he was setting the course, but now he's gone. so does sumire live up to that? does he have to fill his brother's shoes? or can he just strive to be the best rhythmic gymnast he himself can be?

he was always solemn and driven growing up, but after the accident, he drove himself further into his practices and routines in an attempt to "recapture the spark" that kasumi had. of course, this is mostly in vain... chasing his shadow doesn't get him anywhere

he slowly develops the cognition of "sumire" being "kasumi's replacement." the younger brother that stepped up to the plate. to attend to his anxiety/depression he goes to dr. maruki (i'd say this takes longer than in canon, because he was always so busy with practice that he didn't really. comprehend 'oh perhaps i need counseling after my brother died' LMAO. and even then it's more "ok im gonna start competing internationally, so i need to make sure my mental is in tiptop shape"

he starts to reveal his insecurities to dr. maruki who. yknow. does all that. i don't think this sumire would specifically say "i wish i was kasumi" but more "i want to continue his legacy the way only he could have done it" which dr. maruki himself takes as "ok so u want to literally be kasumi"

i'd also say his "transformation" into "kasumi" is more jarring than in canon? canon "kasumi" is polite, eager, cheerful and sunny, but i imagine m!"kasumi" to be more boisterous, more outwardly outgoing/extroverted/outspoken, a little bit of a daredevil

on top of that, i think (perhaps) since men's rhythmic gymnastics isn't super popular, maybe not many ppl have heard of "kasumi yoshizawa" to begin with? so maybe ppl accept him as "kasumi" a little easier, which is. um. bad LOL

not sure if this helps his gymnastics at all. i thinkkk it does give him the confidence to execute more complicated routines that sumire himself didn't have the self-confidence to try before. but, of course, this doesn't affect anything in the rhythmic gymnastics world since. erm. everyone knows kasumi died. awkward!!!!

i think the shame would be all-encompassing when he breaks out of the delusion. he never wanted this.... all he wants is to keep competing with his brother, to keep supporting him into the limelight, and he'll never have that again. so i think, like canon, his arc is learning how to support and uplift Himself -- but more like, become more self-sufficient in terms of his own gymnastics instead of always seeing himself as second place to kasumi (and being okay with that)

it's different than canon as kasumi always told sumire they'd take the world stage... TOGETHER! ->

while i think for m!kasumi and m!sumire they worked in tandem, it was never really a dream. kasumi simply decided "i want to do this" and so did sumire. the thing is, kasumi's skills just far outweighed sumire's, and that much was painfully clear to him. kasumi was one who could bring men's rhythmic gymnastics into the international lens, and sumire has no idea if he could ever be strong enough to do that.

there's an interesting sort of dissonance here....... like. big fish small pond (genderbend au) or small fish big pond (canonverse.) i think its interesting.. okay enough rambles from me its 4am sdjsdjfh

edit: last thing i think. in canon it’s heavily implied that kasumi took the reins and pushed sumire to do stuff / pick out clothes for them both / kinda set the stage for both of them but i think in gb au sumire just follows kasumi as a result of kasumi being such a bright light. sumire has ambitions the same way kasumi does but he lacks the self-esteem to back it up…. it’s similar in canon but not 1:1 if that makes sense? i think in canon sumire is still questioning if it’s even her dream to compete in gymnastics so that’s the main diff

[billiesmainchick]

I’m in love with you.

Summary- You and Tara have always been close since childhood. Tara and her sister were the closest thing you had to family. Your mom passed away in a car accident and your father died from cancer. Somehow over the years your feelings for Tara grew bigger and bigger and she felt the same.

Pairings- Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Warnings- none!

A/N- This is my 1st time writing so bare with me. Also sorry for spelling and punctuation errors.

You walk to Tara’s house since she invited you over for a sleepover and movie night with Sam. You finally arrive there after what felt like hours of walking.

Tara opens the door and greets you with a hug. “Y/N! Hi!”. “Hi taraaaaa” you reply dragging out the a hugging her back tightly.

You guys walking into the living room seeing that Sam has already made herself comfortable on the couch while turning on Stab 1. You were terrified of horror movies but you didn’t put up a fuss since you were with Tara and Sam.

“Hi y/n” says Sam with a big smile on her face. “Hi Sam!” You walk over to her and lean down to hug her. You guys let go of the hug and you sit your stuff down by the staircase and plop next to Tara on the couch.

The movie was halfway done and you are sleeping. Tara puts her arm around you and a blanket and watches the rest of the horror film. Meanwhile Sam went upstairs because she got tired and went to bed.

It was 11 pm when you woke up and seen you were in Tara’s arms. You blushed a little at the sight and the feeling of warm and comfort. “Tara wake up so we can go upstairs” you say softly while tapping her. She takes a while to fully get up but when she does you guys head upstairs to get into her bed. As you walk in front of Tara she can’t keep her eyes off you. She wanted to make you hers tonight.

You get to Tara’s room and help her pull her sheets back. As you guys get into the bed Tara stops you and walks up to you.

“y/n I know it’s late and this is so random..but I have to get this off my chest” she says while playing with her fingers. “Uhh..okay what is it” you ask feeling nervous. Tara steps closer to you and puts your arms around her neck. “Y/n I have been in love with you ever since we was eleven years old. I know it seems crazy because you are my bestfriend but I’m really in love with you” she says while looking dead into your eyes.

Your heart starts pounding and you get hot. You swear she can hear you heart beating out of your chest. You smile and pull her into a kiss getting your hands tangled in her hair. You guys pull away for a second and you speak up. “Tara I’m in love with you too” Tara smiles big and she kisses you again letting her hands rome around your body.

You guys get into the bed and cuddle while falling asleep peacefully.

[millerstale]

Moonlit Waves

pairing: golden!retriever!joel x fem!blackcat!reader (Faith)

summary: On a moonlit beach in Cannon Beach, Oregon a 36-year-old, Joel, finds himself drawn to the ocean’s waves as they crash against the shore. It’s been a year since he lost his wife in a tragic swimming accident, and now he’s grappling with the haunting memories that keep him from the water. His solitude is interrupted when Faith and Ela, two college students spending their summer vacation, invite him to join their bonfire.

warnings: slight age gap [22/36], touchy Joel, touchy reader, talks about death, depressed Joel, trauma dumping, Mental health topics such as panic attacks and depression

an: this story goes back and forth between 1st, 2nd, and 3rd person pov ✿ is used when there is a time skip

content guidance: This story explores aspects of mental health and contains depictions of self-harm, alcohol abuse, panic attacks Please read with care.

wc: 3.9k

3rd person(pov)

The waves crashed onto the beach in a hypnotic rhythm, each one foaming up the sand and receding back into the dark ocean. Joel walked slowly along the shore, the moon casting pale light on the water.

It had been a year since the accident that took his wife's life. Everywhere he looked, memories came flooding back. The gentle surf that used to soothe them as they lay on the beach now seemed treacherous and foreboding. The water that had once brought them joy now only held grief.

Joel thought it would be a temporary feeling but was recently proven wrong ever since going back to the ocean. After contemplating for 20 minutes Joel decided that staying in the same spot wasn't going to help his sadness.

He started walking towards the south end of the beach. As he walked, two young women's laughter interrupted his thoughts. They had made a small fire further up the beach and were roasting marshmallows. They seemed so care-free, I wish I could be like them.

"Hey!" one of the girls shouted. You turn to see the red-haired girl waving at you. Surprised that they even decided to speak to you when looking like this.

"Oh, hey!" You shout so they can hear you over the crashing of the waves and crackling of the bonfire. You can't take your eyes off the black-haired girl and her Amber eyes.

"You should join us; we need more people to roast marshmallows with" The black-haired girl laughs at something said by the red-haired girl. Her laugh is contagious.

"I wish I could, but I can't. Thank you for the offer though!" Joel speaks in an almost sad tone.

For a moment Joel considered joining them, seeking the company and distraction their youthful cheer could offer. But he quickly thought better of it. Their lighthearted fun felt worlds apart from his own heavy heart.

Walking away Joel decided to head back up to his house. He owned a lovely 4-bedroom 3-baths home. Although he has 2 daughters, their rooms have been emptied ever since they moved away to college.

Joel climbed the steps to the front porch and unlocked the front door. Stepping inside, memories came flooding back of family dinners, birthday parties, and movie nights on the couch. Now the house felt too big and too empty.

He wandered into the kitchen, a room that held so many memories of his wife cooking and baking. He could still picture her standing at the counter, mixing ingredients while they talked and laughed. But now the counters were bare and the kitchen silent.

Joel walked slowly through the downstairs, tracing his fingers along the walls and remembering. Finally, he climbed the stairs to the bedroom he had once shared with his wife. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around at the photos on the nightstand, the closet filled with her clothes.

Grief washed over him as he realized anew that she was truly gone. Tears filled his eyes as he thought of how much he still missed her after all this time. He fell back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as tears rolled down his temples. "I still love you," he whispered to the empty room. "I always will."

Exhausted from the emotions of the day, Joel eventually drifted off to an uneasy sleep, still fully clothed on top of the covers. The crashing of the waves outside faded into the background, replaced by memories of happier times spent with the love of his life.

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Faith (pov)

Sitting on the beach having a bonfire was not on my to do list but my best friend insisted that I should come because it would be fun. Let me tell you, my idea of fun is much different than hers. When I think of fun, I imagine air conditioning, a comfy couch, and a good book. Not sitting on lumpy logs listening to the waves crash while sand inevitably finds its way into uncomfortable places. But I obliged and went along, because that's what friends do.

As I sat down on the log, I immediately felt a stick jab me in the backside. I jumped up and did an awkward dance trying to remove it from my clothing. My friend laughed and said, "This is gonna be good." I rolled my eyes and sat back down, this time carefully inspecting the log before placing my tender flesh upon it.

The bonfire itself was rather pathetic. The flames barely licked the sky and mostly just produced a lot of smoke. I started coughing which only made my friend laugh harder. I glared at her through watery eyes. "This is your idea of fun?" I asked. She just smirked and handed me a stick of roasted marshmallow. I grudgingly accepted it and had to admit, gooey marshmallows do make everything better.

As much as I hated the smoke going down my throat, I'm glad my friend dragged me to this silly beach bonfire. It was an experience I never would have chosen for myself but one I'll surely remember. Sometimes you have to step outside your comfort zone to make memorable moments with the people you care about. I'll still take my book and air conditioning next time, but I suppose a lumpy log and some sand in strange places aren't so bad, as long as you've got good company.

I turn to my friend who has been patiently waiting for me to finish this introspective ramble. She smiles knowingly and hands me another marshmallow, this time chocolate. I take it gratefully and stab it on my stick.

As we roast our marshmallows in companionable silence, I reflect on how lucky I am to have a friend who pushes me to try new things, even if they seem like no fun at first. It's easy to get stuck in a routine of comfort and familiarity, but every so often, we need a nudge to break out of that and create new memories.

Our marshmallows are perfectly golden brown now. I pull mine off the stick and blow out the tiny flame, then carefully peel off the roasted exterior. The gooey center stretches as I pull it apart, finally breaking with a satisfying snap.

My friend and I crunch into our marshmallows, the sweet stickiness coating our fingers. The waves continue crashing in the distance and the fire crackles and pops, filling the air with the scent of burning wood. This silly beach bonfire may not have been on my original agenda for the day, but I'm so glad I let myself be persuaded to join. New experiences, even the so-called "no fun" ones, are what make life an adventure.

I take another bite of marshmallow, savoring the gooey sweetness. My friend grins at me, bumping my shoulder lightly. "Told you it'd be fun," she says with a wink. I roll my eyes good-naturedly. "Okay, okay you were right."

We fall into an easy silence again as we watch the fire dance before us. The flames remind me of the spark of joy new experiences bring, even unexpected ones. Life would be dull without those spontaneous moments that push us out of our comfort zones.

I turn to my friend; grateful we took this chance to make memories together. "Thanks for dragging me out here," I say sincerely. She smiles softly. "Anytime. What are friends for, if not to push each other to try new things once in a while?"

I chuckle. "True enough." We clink our marshmallow-sticky fingers together in a toast, a silent promise to keep nudging each other forward, into life's sweetest adventures. I pop the last bit of marshmallow into my mouth and sigh contentedly. Some "no fun" experiences turn out better than expected, especially when shared with good company.

After settling down for a little bit, Ela decided that telling ghost stories is a great idea knowing that I have a genuine fear that a ghost is going to possess me in the middle of the night

I let out an exaggerated groan.

"Come on Ela, you know ghosts freak me out!" I say, half pleading and half laughing. She grins mischievously. "That's what makes it fun!" she responds. I shake my head at her in mock disapproval.

"Alright, go ahead with your story. But if I have nightmares tonight, I'm blaming you!" I say with a grin. She launches into a tale of a haunted house and mysterious goings-on, complete with creepy sound effects and dramatic pauses. I play along, gasping and groaning at all the right moments.

Though I do feel a twinge of nervousness as her story progresses, I remind myself that ghosts aren't real. Still, there's something about a scary story in the dark that gets the imagination going. As Ela finishes her tale, I realize we're both laughing more than scared at this point.

"Okay okay, you win this round," I say, giving in. "That was a good story...even if I may need a nightlight tonight." We chuckle together, the mood lightening. The fire crackles softly as we laugh once more, marshmallow sticks discarded. Though some "no fun" experiences do turn out better than expected ghost stories after dark may be pushing comfort zones a bit too far for my taste.

Still, I'm grateful for the memories we create together, fun or not. Ela looks to the side and motions for me to look too. I see a man, a handsome man.

"Uhm no ma'am. I love you with my whole heart, but I will not be asking a stranger to join us." I say scowling and Ela. I always knew she was crazy, but this is next level insane.

"Hey!" Ela shouts, I'm still looking at her as if she's lost her mind. The man looks up at us and turns around to face his body towards us. He looks like a model standing in front of the moonlight, waves crashing in the back. It's like a scene out of a movie.

"Oh, hey!" He shouts, probably so we can hear him over the crashing of the waves. For some reason I can see him looking directly at me. I'm not the type to get nervous but, something about his stare was so intimidating.

"You should join us; we need more people to roast marshmallows with" Ela laughs and taps me. "What?" I ask tilting my head at her.

"You look so mean right now. You're going to drive the man away" she says laughing at my scowl. I can't help it; she just invited a complete stranger to our bonfire. While I was scowling at her she made a weird face claiming that was how I looked right now, making me laugh.

"I wish I could, but I can't. Thank you for the offer though!" the man speaks in sad tone. For some reason I can't begin to understand, I want to check up on him.

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Joel (pov)

I wake up in the morning and rub my eyes adjusting to the light shining in. Last night was not my best. I remember that girl that I saw last night with black hair and amber eyes. She was breathtakingly beautiful. I should've accepted her friend's invite. At least I think that's her friend.

I get off the bed and walk into the bathroom to take a shower, wash my face, and brush my teeth. I decided that I should head out to the beach considering I have nothing better to do.

The hot sand feels warm between my toes as I walk along the shoreline. The sound of the waves crashing against the beach soothes my mind. I sit down and gaze out at the vast ocean, watching the boats in the distance and the seagulls soaring above.

Being here reminds me of summers as a child, building sandcastles with my parents and siblings. Things were simpler then. As I sit deep in thought, I notice the girl and her friend from last night walking along the shore.

The black-haired girl smiles and waves as she approaches. "Fancy seeing you here," she says. I smile back. "Small world," I reply. "Mind if I join you?" she asks. "Not at all," I say, patting the sand next to me.

She sits down and we begin to talk as the waves roll in. Her name is Faith, and she's just moved here from out of state. We chat about life, our interests, and goals for the future. I find myself enjoying her company and witty sense of humor.

"Do you always approach strangers on the beach?" I ask in a humorous tone not wanting to sound like I didn't enjoy her company.

"No, just the cute ones. I completely forgot to ask, what's your name?" Whatever you want it to be. I don't know what about her energy intrigues me so much, but her presence is just extremely comforting.

"Joel. Joel Miller." She gets quiet for a couple minutes just staring at the ocean waves crashing and fighting to get over one another. I wish she looked at me that way.

"Well, Mr. Miller," She pauses looking around. "Do you want to spend the day with me and Ela?" I contemplate, I don't want to bring around sad energy. For the longest time I couldn't even get out of bed because of my wife. As much as I miss her, I do need to get back into life.

"Are you going to be at the beach later?" I ask. I wonder what she does for a living considering I've seen her at the beach multiple times.

"Yea, me and Ela practically live at the beach" She laughs. I never heard it up close but now that I have, I never want to forget it. Her laugh is like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter day.

"Do you want my number so you can text me when you want to hang out?" Surprised I look up and smile. I'm glad that she asked first because if she didn't, I might've never gotten it.

I happily agree, and we exchange numbers. As she walks away, waving goodbye, I can't help but smile. Perhaps this day at the beach turned out better than expected after all.

As I get to my house, I look in my pocket for my key but instead drop the paper with Faiths number on it. The wind instantly wiped it off the floor and off into the unknown.

Walking into this house the energy feels less heavy. I wonder If I was the one weighing down the energy in the house. Maybe, just maybe, I needed a nice day and company.

I decide to go see if Faith is at the beach so I can get her number again but to my dismay she and her friend are nowhere to be found. Dammit. I always mess things up and seem to never learn from my mistakes.

I go back into my house heading to take a shower and wash the sand out of unpleasant places. Hoping that maybe Faith will be there tomorrow.

✿

A few days later, I'm back at the beach. I still haven't heard from her but I'm hoping today will be the day. I lay my towel out and grab my book, settling in to read.

Before long, I hear a familiar voice. "Hey, it's you!" I look up to see her smiling face. "I'm so glad you're here," I say. "I'm sorry I didn't text you; the wind took your number" We both laugh, and she says it's fine because she didn't text me either.

"So, what do you do for a living?" she seems too carefree I don't even think she has a job. I've never seen someone who works being so full of life.

"I actually study Marine Biology." wow. I never thought her for someone who studies the ocean.

"Why?" I've heard of many reasons why people study marine bio, but they never intrigued me. Not like how she does. She could be telling me about the reason the grass is green, and I would listen to every word not missing anything.

"Uhm..." she goes silent for a moment. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I let her collect her thoughts because this is exactly how I would've reacted if someone asked me about Maria.

"No, I want too." She starts "When I was 14 my mom took me and my brother to the beach, and we were playing around in the water. Of course we could swim, but I guess we just went out too far." Her voice starts cracking and I can already tell where the story was headed.

"My brother, James, He couldn't swim as good as me, but he was still a fairly good swimmer. The waves just got really strong, and he was pulled under. I think I panicked and tried diving under to save him but after that my memories get really foggy and I can't remember what happened after that."

I feel for her. Losing someone you love to the ocean is something that I can relate to, but I don't want to dump anything on her right now.

"Honestly, I just remember waking up in the hospital and asking for my brother. My brother was like my anchor, and he was always so obsessed with the ocean and wanting to study Marine Biology that I ended up getting into it too." She speaks so highly of her brother, smiling and reminiscing about her memories with him.

"I'm so sorry for your loss. He sounded like such a great person." She smiles at me and shakes her head. Bringing up her hand to rest her head on it. "He was the best."

We sit in silence for an hour, and she ended up resting her head on my shoulder. Contrary to popular belief, it's very easy to fall in love with someone in a couple weeks. a couple days even. Because I fell in love with this girl the moment I laid my eyes on her.

The sun starts to set, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and purple. "I'm glad we ran into each other again," her words vibrate from my shoulder. I couldn't agree more. I was beginning to think I'd never see her bright smile and hear her joyful laugh again.

"I have to go meet up with Ela but thank you for listening to me and being here. I enjoyed today a lot." I get her number again, determined not to lose it this time. As she walks away, waving goodbye, I know our chance meeting today will stay with me for a long time.

I grab my things and head home, the smile still on my face. Perhaps this day at the beach turned out even better than I imagined.

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Faith (pov)

I've never spoken to anyone about James besides Ela but for some reason I was willing to tell Joel. I'm not sure if it's because of his energy or what it is but I know that I want him to stick around.

Joel is such a comforting person and he's not afraid to sit in silence. His presence alone seems to calm me, which is something I rarely experience around others. He has a quiet confidence that puts me at ease.

When I told him about James, I could tell he was listening intently without judgment. He asked thoughtful follow up questions and seemed genuinely interested in understanding my perspective. His empathy and compassion were reassuring. I felt heard.

Our conversation left me feeling less burdened. Joel has a way of making heavy things seem lighter. I'm grateful he came into my life at the right time, giving me space to open up and process things at my own pace. His calm, grounded energy is a welcome balance to my anxious thoughts.

Our conversations over the past weeks have brought me comfort and peace of mind. Joel's gentle, nonreactive presence has allowed me to share parts of myself I'd locked away for too long. His patience and caring have helped me find forgiveness and release.

While I never thought it would happen, I text Joel. A simple "Hey" I've always had trouble texting guys because they tend to stop talking to me after hearing that I study marine bio. They claim that it takes up too much of my time and that I'll never have enough time for them.

Joel's responses surprised me. Instead of making assumptions, he asked me about my studies and career aspirations. He listened attentively as I told him about my hopes of working with sea turtles and helping protect endangered ocean species. When I finished, he said, "That sounds like meaningful work. I'd love to hear more about it sometime."

I realize how rare it is to find someone who doesn't judge my interests, but embraces them as part of what makes me who I am. For the first time, I feel truly seen and accepted by someone I care about besides Ela.

While in my thoughts I hear my phone ding. Picking it up off the sand I see it's a text from Joel.

"Hey" a simple hey but my heart starts running laps. I'm convinced my daddy issues are showing because I should never be attached to a man this fast. Even Ela's confused.

"Girl answer the damn text" Ela slaps my arm and scowls at me. I'm starting to think she knows something that I don't because every time she sees him, she starts looking back and forth between me and him.

"Okay damn. You didn't have to hit me." I turn my body away from her like that was going to stop her from being nosy and peaking at my phone. I text back a "wyd" hoping I'm not being too dry.

Ela snatches my phone and holds a finger up to my face signaling me to shush. I must've been too dry, otherwise Ela wouldn't have snatched my phone straight out of my hands. Considering she has my phone it's my turn to be nosy. She texts him saying "I was asking because I was wondering If you want to go out to dinner with me."

She's bold as fuck, I'll give her that. I wouldn't have sent that but I'm glad that she did because I've been wanting to go out with this man since that one day at the beach when I first gave him my number.

I grab my phone back from Ela and read the text she sent. I can't believe she actually sent that. I glance up at her and raise my eyebrows. "Thanks for that," I say, trying not to smile too much. She shrugs and grins. "You owe me big time for this one."

I get a text back almost immediately. "Dinner sounds great. How about tonight?" My heart skips a beat. I can't believe this is actually happening! I text him back saying tonight works and ask where he wants to meet.

Ela is practically bouncing up and down with excitement for me. "I told you he liked you!" she squeals. I laugh. "Okay okay, you were right. Thank you for pushing me to text him." I give her a hug. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

We make plans to meet him at a casual seafood place near the beach called Stephanie Inn Dining Room. I'm already dreaming up our conversation over plates of crab cakes, hoping the chemistry I felt that day at the beach continues tonight. With Ela by my side cheering me on, I feel ready for anything.

Thank you so so so much for reading I pulled an all nighter for this lmfaoo writing is genuinely so fun I didn't even notice until I looked at my clock 😭

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober: Day 1 Corey Cunningham (Apple Cider)

Welcome to Bubz's Slasher Fictober! I will be posting one fic a day leading up to Halloween! This is of course day one so this will go up on October 1st! I hope you all enjoy!

Notes: Minors DNI, No pronouns used, Pet names used, "You" used with Gender Neutral reader.

You couldn't believe it, Corey had killed those kids, all of them. You knew those were the kids that had been harassing him years now but you never expected him to do something like that.

Corey was so shy and quiet, It took two weeks of the two of you being in a relationship for Corey to get comfortable with the PDA and other normal relationship things that you never in a million years thought he was capable of something like this.

After Corey was late to stopping by your house on the way home from work you had decided to walk to his work and check on him, if Corey was anything he made sure to never be late, especially when it involved you. The walk was relatively short and it wasn't too cold in Haddonfield, but the scene you walked up on would chill you to your core.

You watched from the sidelines as who you thought was Michael Myers at first had picked off the kids one by one. Quickly you came to realize it wasn't Michael Myers at all but in fact Corey, Your Corey. After all the carnage was done you saw Corey stop and look over everything he had done, You went to back up slowly just wanting to go home when you stepped on a rather large branch and tripped.

The sound of you plummeting to the ground alerted Corey and you saw his head snap towards you, even through the mask his eyes met yours, You saw his hands reach up to pull the mask off his face.

"Baby" Corey nearly choked out, You shook your head feeling the tears prick at the back of your eyes had you picked yourself up.

"N-No! stay away from me!' You yelled as you propelled yourself away from Corey who was starting to walk towards you.

"Baby c'mon please, let's talk about this" Corey pleaded picking up the pace to reach you. You shook your head again starting to run this time.

You picked a direction into the woods and could hear Corey behind you as he too began to run after you, with the tears in your eyes you could barely see but kept running as fast as you could. You could hear Corey gaining on you but you didn't for a second stop until for the second time tonight, your foot hit a branch.

You tumbled to the ground, your ankle throbbing with pain as you tried to pick yourself up to lean against a tree. The heavy footfalls stopped as Corey kneeled in front of you.

"Hun please just let me explain, You know I'd never do anything to hurt you" Corey said as he put his arms around you. You tried to resist at first but were quickly enveloped by his familiar smell and feel and you found yourself melting into his touch. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in his neck and he shushed you.

"You killed those kids Corey" you felt Corey tense. Corey pulled away and held his face in his hands.

"I know I did. Those kids tried to kill me, they pushed me off the bridge, I mean I-I just couldn't take it anymore" Corey sobbed.

You paused looking over the sobbing mess that was your boyfriend in front of you, you knew those kids had been harassing Corey for ages ever since his accident, You still didn't know how exactly to feel about what you had seen but you knew you couldn't leave Corey.

You wrapped your arms back around his neck and hugged him tighter.

"It's ok Core'" you shushed him "We'll get through this together" You promised.

"You're not going to leave?" He asked nervously, You shook your heaD

"No Corey, Never"

[lacyscabinet]

hi there, 1st of all, really like all your fics, they are really enjoyable!

2nd of all, i hope you still are taking requests (feel free to ignore this if not!),

may I request a good old angsty filled rollercoaster ride where it's the reader that picks out the queen card instead of Nat?

obvs reader and Nat have some kind of relationship, will leave that up to you how serious it would be!

And all giving you free reign whether the reader survives, or javi still dies for the reader (could be pretty fun if the mistyxnat situation would happen, but it would be Nat dragging reader away from saving Javi), or reader dies and gets eaten, whatever you'll feel like writing when the idea sparks♡

thank you so much in advance and have a lovely rest of the week

A/N: OMG!? thank you sm for taking the time to write such a polite and detailed request!! I love this idea and I hope you'll enjoy the one-shot I wrote!!

MASTERLIST

Warnings: literally the hunt scene from yellowjackets, basic yellowjackets warnings

Hunters and queens

It all happened so fast.

After the "accident" with Lottie and Shauna the whole cabin was concerned, Lottie was in terrible conditions and, just like everybody else, extremely undernourished.

Nat and Travis couldn't find any game even after searching and searching for miles on their long hunts.

Something had to be done.

And just like that, you all stood in a big circle inside the dimly lit living room, Van was mixing the cards, holding up the queen card and showing it to the others.

Natalie's hand tightly clasped in yours, her eyes lingering on you, while you looked back at her. Scared.

And then it all started.

Everyone took a card out of the deck, when it was Javi's turn he was trembling, picking a card, and once realized he was safe, running into his brother's arms. That made you faintly smile, happy that the poor boy was saved.

But the little glimpse of relief didn't last long, because soon, it was Natalie's turn, her hand cautiously picking up the card, you heard her take a deep breath and then, she showed it to the group, seven of diamonds.

She was safe, she was okay.

But now, it was your turn.

Like everyone else did, you took a card and the moment you turned it around to reveal your fate, an horrified expression formed on your face, silently, a tear slipped out from your eye, and even before you showed the card, Natalie knew what was coming.

The Queen of hearts.

Everyone looked at you, not sure how to proceed, that's when Shauna stepped up "Come here" she said

Before you could do anything you felt a hand on your shoulder "That's insane, you aren't going to kill her, you can't kill her" it was Natalie, her voice firm, terrified, but firm.

"Back off Nat" Shauna spat at her, Natalie simply stepped forward, keeping you behind her.

Your mind wasn't there at that moment, you were frozen on your spot, shaking. The moment Natalie was torn away from you by Van was the moment you realized that it was really the end for you

"Turn around" was the last thing you heard, paired with the feeling of a cold blade placed at your neck. The last thing you heard before a loud thud on the ground followed by yelling and shouting "Run y/n, go! It'll be alright, just run!" , Natalie.

You did as she said, slamming the door open and diving into the snow, deep into the wilderness, you could hear howling and grunting, another day your mind could've thought those were wolves, but today, that didn't even cross your mind, those were your friends, and you, were their pray.

Suddenly, while you were running, someone grabbed your forearms and steadied you, instantly, you screamed

"No no no shhhhh" Natalie shushed you, it was just her, trying to protect you like she always did "Nat..." you whispered with tears streaming down your face, she was crying too but she was also trying her best to be strong for you "I know" she tried to reassure you "Javi...he told me about this place, it's like a cave, I'm gonna bring you there" in that moment you realized that Javi was there too, looking as scared as the both of you.

Then you three ran, faster than ever, until you reached a land with no trees "We are near" Javi announced and walked in front of you and Natalie, while running her hand tightly held yours, afraid that someone could separate the two of you again.

Crack. You furrowed your brows, and one second later, just feet away from you, the surface under Javi's feet broke.

It wasn't a land, it was the lake.

"JAVI!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, yanking you hand away from Nat's and running to him.

"Hold my hand!" You yelled while offering your freezing limb to him "y/n!" He begged "Help!", your two hands clasped and in a moment of weakness, you slipped, ending up in the cold icy water.

And just like him, you were gasping for air and slowly freezing to death for what felt like forever. Then, when you were barely conscious, you were pulled away from the water and back up to the surface.

You instantly felt a pair of arms wrapping around your shaking frame and brushing your wet hair away from your face

"Javi!" You cried out, sobbing, "it's okay, shhhh, you're safe... you're safe baby" Natalie mumbled pulling you to her chest.

You looked around, the other girls were there too, but they weren't even looking at you, they took Javi out of the lake, "thank God" you thought, but then you noticed his blue skin and his wide open eyes, he was gone.

It should've been you.

You were so tired, and soon even the strength to cry left your body, so you just relaxed in your girlfriend's arms, knowing that whatever happened to Javi was your fault and your fault only.

That night everyone ate, but you didn't, you stayed in a corner by the fire, still feeling shivers all over your body and deep inside your bones, and only half of them were from the cold.

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓? ꒱ 古賀祐大

summary : you and your boyfriend broke up on bad terms, however, you can't seem to get over him when it would be so easy to be under him instead

genre : angst, non-idol!k x afab!reader, 1st person pov (yeah idk why either) tws : angst, suggestive content, kissing, alcohol consumption, language, toxic!k, lovesick!reader, jealousy, verbal fight author notes : fuma’s innocent don’t do girl don’t do itttt word count : 2.2k

my phone pinged! and i debated ignoring it — for the nth time in the last hour. the music was blasting, the bass shaking the house in a dub-step rhythm. i took another swig from the metal can that had somehow made it into my hands as another text rang out and caught the attention of the girl attached to my arm. the smooth liquid was the best the bottom-shelf had to offer, and beggars can't be choosers when trying to get drunk fast.

her eyebrows knit, eyes locking on the piece of machinery closest to her sights, then raising to mine.

honestly, right now, i wanted to throw the overly-expensive communication piece at the wall and watch it shatter. i looked to her, the phone, and then the can, taking the rest of it back and crushing it like a frat-boy would.

she huffed out a laugh, "you didn't block him?" but, it wasn't so hard to believe and she knew it just as well as i did.

i still loved him, even after the couple of months we've been broken up; it's not because it was on good terms. actually, it was the complete opposite: we were shit to each other and it was best we went our separate ways. we should, in reality, hate each other. it would only be the natural thing for two people in our situation to do — however, i can't help fighting the urge to reply.

her disappointment was apparent, “y/n, are you kidding me. he’s not even here right now but you can’t stop thinking about him! pick any other guy, i beg.”

my senses were colliding like a car-wreck — leaving my better judgment in the leftover to never be found again. i could see the red and blue and hear the sirens howling out to the moon. still, even under my dying breath, his name would roll off it.

“i-i’m tryi —“

“don’t be ridiculous, i know you well.” she said, fishing the phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing out of my hand. she read out the top text, “y/n, come over. i need to apologize. I need y — he’s drunk. he only ever says shit like this when he’s drunk! you forget he was my friend before he ever dated you. and, god, do i regret introducing you to him.”

my heart sank, a nausea creeping up my throat. he was bleeding me dry, i knew it, but he could have it all; my skin, bones, blood and teeth.

“block his number before you do something we’ll both regret!” she handed it back, “you know i only want what’s best for you — you’re you for fuck sake! you could have anyone, and i mean anyone, yet the only person in your head only texts you at two fucking a.m. you deserve better than him, don’t kid yourself.”

tears pricked my eyes because i knew it was true, but the shooting pain only went away when his hands were on my skin. it was better to stay away, to not take the risk. he should’ve been — should be — the one to get away, and sometimes i also wished she’d never introduced me to the devil under a different name.

“okay,” i sniffled, her palm resting against my cheek comfortingly, “i’ll block him.”

“good.” she unlocked her arm from mine, pushing me forward, “now go find someone better! god knows the bar is low!”

i felt the brush of a body against mine as i found myself smack in the middle of the crowd. my head whipped to the sights of a boy, probably around the same age as me, half-lidded eyes and flushed features. he apologized but, honestly, it was my — her — fault, though he didn’t seem to register that it was anything but an accident, probably too drunk to.

it was an envious state, i thought.

i smiled lightly, her words echoing my mind, “its okay. i’m sorry. my name’s y/n.” his face was soft with godly-defined structure: sharp nose, eyes and plush lips that upturned with a smile resembling mine.

“fuma!” he said, trying to shout over the music. however, something about his tone told me he wasn’t loud, exactly the opposite in fact: gentle, and warm. something my boyfriend — ex — had lacked when we were still together once upon a time. “you’re very, uh, beautiful.”

i laughed at his awkwardness, though i had to read his lips to understand. “thank you,” i replied, pulling him down to my height to hear each other better. my lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “you’re very pretty too.”

he visibly shuddered as i pulled away, furthering my slight sense of pride, mostly because i never had an effect over the only person i wanted to.

he choked out, “d-do you want a drink?” and i nodded, grabbing at his empty hand. the friend i had come with gave me an approving smile and shrugged as if to say the cliché, 'he's cute and you only live once.' he froze, obviously a little shocked by our sudden intimacy, however he brushed it away and led us both to a quieter area; weaving through lip-locked and timely-jumping college students.

i found myself pushing up onto the counter top, watching as he grabbed two beers from an already opened case. they were warm, but again, beggars can’t be choosers when trying to get drunk. he cracked it open and handed it in my direction.

his eyes wouldn’t land on mine, but only stared at the lips that were taking the smooth liquid so easily, watching my throat bob with every gulp. he shifted, leaning against the painted-wood-plastic at my side.

after a moment of deafening silence he asked. “do you go to this school?”

“no.” i replied, letting the can rest against my crossed legs, “i’m here with a friend.”

“a boyfriend?”

the words stung, because no matter the truth, i still wanted to say yes. i still wanted to be able to call the person i loved so deeply my boyfriend — to have him pick me up from this stupid frat-party and not have anyone say anything about it. i still wanted him, and i knew exactly why, though i’d never admit it.

i bit my lip and fuma must’ve, even through his clouded state, read the room. “a sensitive subject, i’m sorry.”

“don’t be sorry, i, uh, don’t have a boyfriend.”

“anymore.” he corrected. maybe it was because he was drunk that his words, even slurred, were so truth-filled it stung. “but i can tell you still want him to be.”

“no,” you paused, both knowing it was a lie, “i want to forget about him. he’s not here.”

“he’s not?”

“i don’t give half-a-fuck where he is in actuality.” you swallowed a bit of your pride, as well as some beer, “if he wanted to, he would. right?”

“right.” he replied, taking another swig.

i looked at him, all of him in disbelief. he knew i was a liar, but at the end of the day he didn’t even know me the way my ex could claim. maybe, i thought, that it was the best possible situation for me to be in. actually, it was the best i could make of this fucked up reality.

my voice lowered ever-so-slightly, “do you want to?”

“be your boyfriend?”

“woah, slow down there cowboy. let’s not go that far right now — we both know i’m not over my ex.”

i couldn’t tell if his face flushed from embarrassment or just the copious amount of alcohol running through his blood. “then, do i want to what?” he breathily-laughed out.

“make me forget?”

my reply almost sounded desperate, and i wondered if that resulted in an inclination to say yes. i wondered if that’s why i was pressed against the countertop i once sat criss-crossed on, lips locked with a stranger.

i felt guilty — a little lost — the sense of feeling so good but so wrong leaking through the thought of him; the man whose hands desperately groped whatever he could find, pressing our bodies so close i was convinced we could merge into one.

a moment ago it was true i wanted him to make me forget about my ex, i wanted him just as bad as he did me. but right now, the flashes of someone else strobed behind my eyelids, projected so nicely that i even wanted to forgive him — for the nth time in the years we spent on and off. i wanted to feel the intimacy of love, even if it was fake, but i couldn't when the only person i felt stockholm syndrome for was across the city.

but, a bus ride at this hour would be easy. it would take barely half and hour before i was underneath the man i wanted so pathetically.

my body shivered, but it wasn’t from the way fuma gripped my skin so gently. i felt a coursing guilt rush over me like a bad high. in reality, i knew i shouldn’t have offered, especially when both him and i were under copious amounts of influence; him worse-off than me. i was taking advantage of a good situation, a seemingly good guy, just to get over a bad for 40 minutes.

maybe i was just crazy — not crazily in love — but just plain fucking crazy. crazy for a man who wasn't mine anymore. crazy because i knew i shouldn't want him. crazy because i knew i was just losing a part of me that should've been lost a long time ago. crazy at the thought of being crazy.

"y/n" god, now i could ever swear i was hearing voices — his voice. well, that was until a hand grabbed my bicep, pulling me away from the tall man. "y/n, what the fuck are you doing?"

i didn't even get a chance to swing around fully before i was being pulled from the kitchen and out of the house entirely. the air was frosty, but honestly i couldn't be bothered to even feel cold; too annoyed to think of anything but the man who was still latched to my arm. eventually, i got fed up, after feeling copious amounts of despair fill my chest, pulling my limb from him.

he turned around calmly, despite the red i could see seeping behind his pupils. he tried to grab my hand this time, but i back away before he had the chance.

"don't — don't touch me, k." i crossed my chilled arms over my chest, one foot back and prepared to step again, "what are you doing here?"

"you weren't answering."

i scoffed, "i never answer, k. that's nothing new."

he didn't hesitate, and it was a little shocking, "your location is still on."

"that doesn't give you th-the right to just show up out of the blue!"

and despite being mad at him, he looked so damn cute with a pout on his face. i could tell he was somewhat drunk, a pink tinting his features i used to adore oh-so-much.

"but, you weren't answe —"

you yelled, "why would i answer you, k!" i couldn't understand his infatuation with the fact that i didn't answer his late-night texts, but maybe he was just as lovesick as i felt. "wh-why would i do that after all this time?"

was he just as damaged as i was? did he really still front like he cared, and was i still falling for it over and over again? it's said that to forgive takes strength, but right now i think that holding back is taking more out of me. he had my heart in his hands still, and despite dropping it countless times, he always knew when and where to pick it back up.

i wasn't sure if i loved him, but i'm just as unsure about not being in love with him. he's driving me to brink of insanity. he's gotten everything out of me, and it's taking everything in me to not muster up more.

if i had known that love would've had such a high price tag, would i still have felt the same way towards him? maybe the good could out-weigh this bad, but i was never one to wishful think before meeting his stupid-pretty eyes. i was never one to feel so unsure before having his stupid-hot skin on mine. i was never one to wear my heart on sleeve before he oh-so-gently pulled it out of me.

and maybe he was unsure too. maybe he didn't know why i wouldn't — couldn't — answer his messages. maybe he was one to think so highly of himself that s breaking up was just a suggestion.

did i love him enough to give him a fourth, fifth and sixth chance? yes. i loved him enough to forgive and forget after every little mistake, and that's what's eating at my brain. the hardest thing I've ever had to do was walk away while still loving him. so, why doesn't it feel like it's for the better? why doesn't his memory fade like its supposed to.

"admit that you only came to see if i was with someone else." i sighed, tears blurring over his frame, "admit that it was because you were blinded by jealousy. admit that you still want me, that you can't get over us as easily as i thought. admit that you still lo —"

"i love you, y/n."

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[aelinschild]

Paradigm; side by side - Masterlist

˙✧˖ A Throne of Glass Microfic Anthology

Welcome to my take on @throneofglassmicrofics March month of prompts! There will be thirty-one drabbles based on these prompts. I have written each to follow a storyline, but I played around with my storytelling and voice for this, so it may ebb and flow in a peculiar way. As always, content will be tagged, and let me know what you think! Reblogs help tremendously and feed my ego :)

SYNOPSIS: Time rolls, cresting and crashing. Undulating in its depths. Gold and ink stained flesh, dominating sin. There was no choice but surrender, futile straining nosed into currents of calamity. It called her name. TOTAL WORDCOUNT: TBD GENERAL WARNINGS: Cursing, minor injuries, sexual metaphors everywhere, NSFW (various things), love but it's all consuming and abrasive, obsessive and probably immature behaviour, more to be added?

A/N: This entire series is quite literally a thinly veiled innuendo ... do with that information what you will.

❁ March 1st: Morning Storms often come after the sun. ❁ March 2nd: Dew What's mine is mine, what's yours is also mine. ❁ March 3rd: Curtain Sick with knowing. Dying from chance. ❁ March 4th: Wanderlust Wanderlust; A lust for wandering. ❁ March 5th: Surprise But shame appeared like a monster at his feet; he did not stop at noticing. ❁ March 6th: Hope Dont let me close. ❁ March 7th: Fight or Flight Burning, inside and out. ❁ March 8th: Sweater Carry my heart. ❁ March 9th: Accident I wish you understood, can I tell you? ❁ March 10th: Mountains Unlock this forbidden moment. ❁ March 11th: Figment Breathe me in; spit my name out. ❁ March 12th: Rain Above watches our dance. ❁ March 13th: Daylight Chasing Cygnus. ❁ March 14th: Walk Let me hear you. ❁ March 15th: Lollipop Come home with me, unlock the doors to this life. ❁ March 16th: Refresh Bleed me dry. ❁ March 17th: Clean Loathe the sight that brings you mercy. ❁ March 18th: Bubble Surrender. ❁ March 19th: Levitate Trace what I have given you, memorize my being. ❁ March 20th: Voyage Through your eyes. ❁ March 21st: Punished Give and get. ❁ March 22nd: Enigma I find myself. ❁ March 23rd: Air Pods One step forward, three steps back. ❁ March 24th: Fracture Pay no mind, heed me yours. ❁ March 25th: Ambivalence And say it isn't so. ❁ March 26th: Chaos Shut out the world, you belong to me. ❁ March 27th: Foliage Catch my smile, bare your teeth. ❁ March 28th: Lucky If I hadn't been here. ❁ March 29th: Heirloom TBD ❁ March 30th: Memory TBD ❁ March 31st: Wishing Well TBD

[asdpawprint]

Service Dog at College: My Experience

It's been over a year now since I graduated, and I finally feel far enough removed to look back on the experience without instantly triggering a panic attack, so here's how my experience of going to college with my service dog went!

Max attended classes with me for 3 semesters in total. He was still "in training" for about half of his 1st semester, then considered "fully trained" the rest of the time. He did not live in the dorms with me because I didn't live in the dorms.

In preparation for taking him to class for the first time, we did a lot of training outings on campus over the summer. We primarily practiced 2 hour settles and leading me to exits. I also contacted my college's disability services to notify them that I would have my service dog with me. Luckily, they seemed to already understand the laws around service dogs, so it wasn't an issue.

Actually going to class usually went well. My professors and even fellow students were respectful. I only got asked to pet him a handful of times. He was only stepped on once by accident, even though it was sometimes hard to find a seat in class where he could lay out of the way. I preferred the computer lab classrooms because I could sit anywhere and always have enough room under the desk.

I had 1 class in a room where he had to lay in the way, and the only place he could fit at all was far from both exits. And the professor frequently went on tangents about triggering topics. So I was often stuck there during flashbacks or dissociative episodes. That sucked.

Sometimes professors would forget to give us the 15 minute break halfway through a 3 hour class. Technically, I could leave anyway, but I'd miss instruction. So Max got used to doing almost 3 hour settles. He'd get restless in the last 20 minutes or so, but never disruptive.

All the classrooms I was in had carpet, so I didn't bother bringing a mat for Max to lay on. If the floors had been hard, I would've brought one for his comfort. I offered him water and a potty break outside before and after every class, and during 15 minute breaks if we had them. I gave him treats throughout his work time, but we were never out long enough to feed a meal away from home.

The worst experience we had was graduation.

Before the ceremony was fine: security didn't seem to know what to do with us, so they just let us in without going through the metal detector. Someone from disability services guided me through the tables and forms I had to fill out. They let me sit off to the side for the beginning of the ceremony instead of walking through the miserable crowd of overstimulation (a line of previous graduates on either side) with my peers, and let me have a chair on the outside edge for the ceremony itself.

Then things started going wrong:

I didn't know ahead of time that the floor would be concrete, so I didn't have a mat for Max. He was very uncomfortable and shifted around a lot.

I couldn't wear a treat pouch or access my pockets under the gown, so Max had to work in an extremely overwhelming situation for hours with almost no rewards.

The people with cameras seemed to actively avoid me. I noticed several times that they'd do an overview of the crowd, then stop immediately before my row, then start again immediately past us. That was weird.

The guy telling each row when to start going towards the stage stepped on Max after staring at him multiple times. Then rushed us towards the stage before I could get any treats out of Max's vest pockets. That was very upsetting.

The stairs up to the stage were metal and creaky and had lots of gaps, but luckily Max is well socialized to weird stairs and walked up just fine.

The worst part of all was the end of the ceremony. They invited the whole entire audience to crowd into the arena we were sitting in to "collect their graduate." Luckily, Max perceived it as "So many new friends! How will I ever say hi to them all!" But I was completely out of it. By some miracle, my Dad was among the first into the arena and was able to lead me out. It took over a week for me to recover. I ended up sending an email to disability services suggesting that they should provide options to exit early because that situation easily could've been dangerous.

To summarize, my overall experience with bringing my service dog to college went well (everything else about college was horrible, but they did well with the service dog specifically), but graduation was a disaster.

[clatterbane]

My first real appointment through orthopedics to finally try and get set up with an aftermarket leg is coming up on Monday.

The previous referral last year just didn't work out, for multiple reasons, and I was a bit bummed over that. I think part of the problem was it falling through the cracks because nobody really seems to be sure what to do with somebody showing up from completely outside their system already minus a leg.

But, we thought to ask that new endo for a fresh referral. So, I did get an intake appointment set up through ortho, with no schedule collisions this time.

In one way, I'm excited to hopefully get moving toward with the process of getting set up with a prosthetic. I would really like to be able to get around better again! And, you know, be able to take my sorry ass off paved surfaces and up steps and stuff again!

OTOH, due to the person I am? I am trying not to borrow too much trouble and drive myself crazy worrying in the meantime. Especially the closer that draws.

Frankly, not least that somebody is gonna just say, "Oops, it's been so long and this entire situation does not fit into any familiar procedures. We just can't/won't help you!”

Yeah, I know there is going to be an awful lot of PT ahead, likely before I even get to the point of any fitting. I have some other concerns about that, after some sufficiently unpleasant experiences as a troublesome-bendy individual, with rehab-focused PT after injuries/knee surgeries (directly coming from the probably-EDS) in the past. My knees are also pretty damned terrible, and also kinda further destabilized by said surgical tinkering.

But, I am much older and more confident now--and not nearly as eager to take any "no pain, no gain!" bullshit seriously. Much less push in ill-advised ways until I do my bendy self an injury.

But yeah, even right now? I would place good money if I had it on the likelihood that I am currently in better shape than 75% of the new patients they see much sooner than this after surgery. Who are statistically much older and otherwise in pretty damned bad health. Probably I've been staying more physically active over the past few years than a lot of that demographic have been able to, even under the current circumstances

Mean age at the time of the first registered amputation in our sample was 74 years (SD 14); women were older (78, SD 14, CI 77–79) than men (72, SD 14, CI 72–73). 43% of the patients were 80 years or older by the time of the primary amputation (Figure 3). The mortality rate of the registered patients was 19% within 6 months and 24% within the 1st year after the last registered amputation. The 1-year mortality rate after TFA was 40%, after KD 38%, and after TTA 24%.

("Lucky" transtibial/TTA here. Those figures are from the Swedish national database, BTW. Because there is one. You see dire mortality rates after this sort of surgery come up? That's a lot of why. Those demographics and the occasional nasty accident requiring amputation seriously skew things.)

There were reasons they kept going on about how young and healthy my middle-aged ass that had just barely cheated death was when I was stuck in the hospital in Romford. And therefore considered a candidate for prosthetics at all under that system. Not going off on that rant right now.

Still, the majority of those elderly patients in otherwise not great shape DO get successfully set up on replacement legs here. Which is encouraging, that they are likely not looking hard for excuses to avoid spending the money. (We're talking the equivalent of a new not-cheap car, back in the US. Region Skåne is still set to lay out a fair chunk of change here. We are thankfully not directly.)

I do rationally doubt that I would get turned away just because I have been off that leg for several years now, and my knees were terrible even before that. And I fucking suck at trying to use forearm crutches, which I am not at all used to and have a very different feel than the type I do have too much experience on.

But yeah, my brain just won't leave things alone as usual. That's just one of the crappiest possibilities it's seized onto right now.

[buiralplot]

( TWENTY-FOUR. NON-BINARY. HE/THEY. ) since you aren’t aware of them yet… that’s ( BRYCE ARCHER ) wandering around in hollow creek! from what i know they’ve lived in hollow creek for ( THEIR WHOLE LIFE. ) i’m also aware of the fact that they work as a ( ASSOCIATE AT THE RECORD STORE ) in town! but if you were to ask me, what i see when i think about them are: ( WATCHING RERUNS OF GLEE AND BEING ANNOYING, GOLD STAR METAPHORS EXCEPT YOU’RE NOT CRINGE ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY DO IT – IT’S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS THOUGH, LAUGHING TOO HARD AT A JOKE NO ONE BUT YOU THOUGHT WAS FUNNY ( GUYS - IT WAS FUNNY. GUYS. GUYS???? —) . ) if anything, i feel like they could be ( CREATIVE, HARDWORKING & OVERBEARING, HYPERACTIVE . ) it’s really weird, though… because they seem to be hiding something that no one else knows. but i sure do! and that is ( REDACTED ). wild, huh? i know. they’re hoping no one will ever find out. and the very last thing that i’d say about them is that they’re mainly known to be ( THE THEATRE NERD. ) just keep a lookout! who knows if they’re putting on a facade!

FULL NAME            bryce alexander archer.

BIRTHDAY              april 1st ( 24 ) . 

BIRTHPLACE          hollowcreek , massachusetts.

GENDER                 non-binary.

OCCUPATION     record store worker / public menance.

BUILD                     slim. like a baby dear.

HAIR COLOR         brown .

EYE COLOR           brown.

HEIGHT                  6’1

PARENTS              nicholas ( fc tbd ) + faith ( fc tbd ) , step mother.

SIBLINGS        1 sibling , 1 step sibling .

PETS                    zodiac ( dog ) .

warnings for cheating, divorce, hearing loss, injury, car accident , drug dealing ( ???? ) . please note that the hearing loss portion is based off mun's own experience. i'm not a doctor, but i did try to get the technical mumbo jumbo as correct as i could ( i'm just a thirl ) so if there's any concern regarding portrayal, please reach out privately. <3 mun is autistic & takes forever to respond back to dms. don’t be alarmed by this and after a while if i haven’t gotten back to you, feel free to nudge.

beginnings  are  easy  ----  girl  meets  boy,  boy  meets  girl,  they  fall  in  love  and  do  what  all  high  school  sweethearts  think  they  have  to  do:  get  married,  have  kids,  live  a  little  picket  fence  life  after  that.  and  they  did  ..  kind  of.  nicholas  and  faith  met  in  freshman  english  and  as  luck  would  have,  at  that  point,  the  rest  was  history.  they'd  never  spent  more  than  two  weeks  apart  and  when  they  graduated,  faith  followed  him  to  a  large  school  to  play  football  —  and  by  the  time  they  graduated,  she  was  pregnant  with  their  first  child:  esme.  when  nicholas  got  an  office  job  and  spent  …  possibly  more  time  than  necessary  at  the  office,  there  wasn't  much  she  could  do.  he  was  actively  disinterested  in  her  and  their  daughter  ----  cue  bryce,  the  fix  it  baby.  kind  of  (  not  really  )  .

his  essential  purpose  was  to  save  a  dying  marriage.  and  it  worked,  for  a  time.  nicholas  was  spending  more  time  at  home  with  the  new  baby  around.  all  was  well.  until  it  wasn't  —  receipts  to  dinners  she  never  went  to,  emails  on  their  shared  computer,  hair  ties  in  his  car  that  weren't  hers.  and  faith  was  livid  ----  who  wouldn't  be,  after  all?  she  divorced  him.  and  naturally,  with  two  kids,  there's  a  custody  battle:  it's  nasty.  she's  upset,  he's  worse  because  he's  hotheaded  as  hell.  eventually,  the  idea  is  for  them  to  split  half  the  year  in  california  (  where  nicholas  lives,  his  company  is,  etc  )  and  new  york  (  where  faith  has  family  and  eventually  returns  to  )  .  it  worked,  kind  of.

the  thing  is,  faith  never  got  over  it.  eventually  it  turned  into  disinterest  into  her  own  kids,  as  bad  as  that  sounds.  by  the  time  bryce  was  4,  nicholas  was  granted  custody  full  time  after  faith  all  but  relinquished  her  rights.  he  didn’t  understand  it  at  the  time,  but  he  was  closer  to  his  father  anyway,  so  it  was  fine.  they  were  attached  at  the  hip.  bryce  would  scream  and  cry  during  kindergarten  dorp  off,  and  be  a  wreck  by  the  time  he  came  to  pick  him  up  during  the  day.  it  was  bad  lowkey.  however,  it  was  also  his  own  foreshadowing  for  the  future  …. 

all  things  considered,  their  childhood  was  great  —  thanks  to  the  wealth  nicholas’  job  brought  and  moving  up  the  ranks  within  the  company,  constant  trips  to  disney  and  doing  things.  was  spoiled,  though  his  sister  took  advantage  of  it  more  than  bryce  ever  did.  an  adhd  kid  and  diagnosed  at  age  11,  he  likes  the  way  he  can  expend  all  his  energy  into  his  after  school  programs  and  things,  and  be  able  to  fall  asleep  at  night  with  only  slight  melatonin.  was  lowkey  kind  of  a  hobby  -  hopper  -—  a  try  everything  once  kind  of  kid,  and  bryce  knows  what  he  likes,  and  they  stick  with  it.  from  little  league  baseball  to  soccer  to  pottery  to  coding,  he  literally  tried  everything  —  then  came  theatre.  the  idea  of  slipping  into  another  mindset  and  playing  essential  pretend  was  more  than  enough  for  him  to  thrive  within  their  small  community  and  then  some. 

high  school  was  …  well.  high  school.  went  to  a  charter school,  one  focused  on  the  arts  and  sciences  more  than  an  actual  curriculum.  it  was  where  bryce  thrived.  socially,  academically,  semi  -  professionally - ISH.

CAR  ACCIDENT   +  INJURY   +   HEARING  LOSS      /      bryce  was  16  when  they  finally  got  their  driver's  liscence,  and  thus,  a  car  (  thanks,  nepotism  money!  )  .  he  was  returning  home  from  a  later  than  usual  football  practice  when  he  was  t-boned  by  a  car  who  wasn't  pay  attention.  bryce's  own  car  was  flipped  onto  it's  side  and  pushed  several  feet  when  the  other  car  wouldn't  stop  —  air  bags  deployed,  though  that  didn't  stop  his  own  head  from  impact.  if  you'd  asked  him,  as  soon  as  he  was  out  of  the  car,  he  was  all  fine  and  dandy.  reality  check:  he  wasn't  —  concussion,  temporal  bone  fracture,  post  concussion  syndrome.  it  wasn't  a  fun  time. 

HEARING  LOSS      /      due  to  the  impact  and  fracture  within  his  right  ear,  bryce  was  diagnosed  with  hearing  loss  (  sudden  sensorineural  hearing  loss  in  particular,  in  his  right  ear  )  .  for  lack  of  better  words  and  ease  of  understanding,  he  has  about  40%  left  of  his  hearing  in  his  right  ear  thanks  to  the  fracture  and  damage  of  the  nerve  cells  within  the  ear  canal.  despite  this,  bryce  tries  to  continue  his  life  as  normal.  normal  school  (  or  –  as  normal  as  it  can  be  with  your  siblings  hovering  over  you  )  ,  normal  activities,  no  need  for  adjustments.  you  tell  your  family  you've  got  this,  not  to  worry,  and  don't  look  to  meet  them  in  the  eye.  tries  his  best  and  in  a  fuck  you  rachel  berry  moment  —  applies  to his  dream  school,  nyu  tisch.  it’s  a  big  jump.  less  than  a  year  and  a  half  out  from  his  accident  (  "the"  accident,  as  bryce  continues  to  refer  to  it  )  and  he’s  already  talking  like  he’s  going  to  move  states  (  and  wants to  )  .  it's  not  like  new  york  is  unfamiliar  to  him,  but  in  a  different  realm,  he'd  never  been  there  by  himself,  for  extended  periods  of  time.  bryce  argued  that  this  is  how  an  artist  grows,  this  is  how  he  becomes  who  he  is,  or  whatever  lindsay  lohan's  character  in  confession's  says.  his  parents  disagreed,  but  bryce  is  stubborn,  and  there  was  no  changing  his  mind. 

he  doesn’t  get  in  ----  but  that’s  how  legends  are  made,  after  all,  so  he  moves  to  new  york  city  anyway.  and  the  change  is  astronomical.  maybe  not  to  some,  but  for  someone  who  is  still  adjusting  to  how  he  is  now?  it  was,  indeed,  a  bad  idea.  he  had  a  year  lease,  and  within  that  time?  a  legend  dies  rather  than  is  born.  as  stubborn  as  he  is,  he  came  eventually  relented  to  his  father’s  pleas  to  return  home to hollowcreek.

as friendly as he is, he’s very afraid of … just about everything. he’s skittish and kind of like a stray cat. though, if he likes you, he truly never shuts the fuck up. genuinely a kind guy, though he tends to have foot - in - mouth disease and says the wrong thing all the fuckin’ time. doesn’t think before he speaks, and rarely thinks at all.

a bit too empathetic. tends to try not to look at one person a specific way, and is way too open minded to relationships with people who are bad news. tends to look at the world in rose colored glasses, though if you cut him just the right way, they’re going to cut you off.

definitely favors his left ear, and will turn to face whoever it is speaking in that direction, even if it is a bit odd looking. he’s not completely deaf in his right ear, but the tinnitus often wins out, and bryce doesn’t bother to fight it anymore. has been working on learning sign language and isn’t totally fluent — but he’s working on it. but the adhd demons. to be clear, bryce is open to all forms of communication, but which he prefers depends on the situation. in a crowded area, he’s going to rely more on written or sign language. i understand most muses don’t know sign, and that’s totally fine! in that case, we’ll work with what we have. when he’s signing, it will be in italics like this and have a descriptor of signage.

due to the intense focusing that having vocal conversations can have, he, unfortunately often experiences overstimulation and burnout. concentration is hard tenfold since this happened and they’re exactly great at managing emotions. lashing out and having attitudes will occur. usually apologizes, but sometimes not.

intense hyperfocus when he likes something, or is invested. can, will and has tuned everyone in a crowded room completely out until it’s done. has that adhd rage, i’m afraid. he’s come a long way to control it, but sometimes it’s just too much. tends to switch to different topics all within one conversation, and lowkey has a motor mouth.

has been doing theatre since middle school, really. both local and school productions, but mostly high school once he began attending that charter school. he excelled and tended to be quite the little show off, evne if he didn’t mean to be. was the lead in .. quite a few of his school productions. i’ll make a list eventually.

his family is .. rich. but he definitely doesn’t act like it. outside of the whole school + family trips thing, he doesn’t seem like it. will spoil his friends and loved ones anyway, bc his mom tries to shove money onto him all the time and he doesn’t know what to do with it. will jokingly buy you a new car, send you on a trip to cabos or pay for 10 packages of those fancy packaged strawberries.   speaking of money ---- bryce hasn’t spoken to his mom in years, but that doesn’t stop her from sending checks upon checks of money, thanks to her own career in the fashion industry. 

constantly on that damn zoom … wants to be an actor, so he’s been auditioning for literally everything. even things he doesn’t fit. he gets into the zoom and they’re like hello? and he’s just like hii ^.^ and they close the room or something.

a gleek and a swiftie. like pick a struggle? he’s an evermore guy but also 1989.  is the guy in the room to be like “they played this on glee..” like i’m sure! get a hobby! get a job do something!

has no filter, whatsoever. tends to say out of pocket things without meaning too, and doesn’t entirely convey when he’s joking. more often than not, he’s being entirely sincere. he’s funny, but he can be a little bit of a try hard. laugh please.

has not driven since the accident. if anyone asks, he just says he ‘prefers to support the economy by using uber’ (?????) or public transport. has nightmares about the accident, constantly, and doesn't tell anyone about them. he’s embarrassed, lowkey, and doesn’t quite remember them — so it’s like. what would i even say? he’s a tad bit afraid to admit his hearing is getting worse. he’s been asking others to repeat themselves more often , his tinnitus is getting noticeably bad , migraines are starting to occur far more often. this is going by silently on his own part and won’t admit it to anyone.

uses theatre as a way to cope with his trauma ---- he delves into other people to see new perspective and coping skills, though they're not always the healthiest nor do they make the most sense. it's what he knows, it's what he's good at, and he doesn't see a reason to stop – only a reason to adapt, even if he isn't happy about it.

wanted connections ..

sibling !! this person would be a graduate student at the very least ---- in my head they’re total opposites and it’s so funny. he was lowkey encouraged to go to golden state because they could keep an eye out on him for … many aforemented reasons above, and he tends to annoy them quite a bit. also i’d love for this to be taken up by rachel sennott or molly gordon but alas anyone wld be beloved by me.

step - sibling !! in a lore reveal, nicholas remarries around the time bryce enters high school. this person is the same age as him, and they don’t get along at all. it isn’t until recent that they’ve stopped butting heads and can be in a room without a fight breaking out. this is on the main ! this is a step sister to me.

perhaps another half sibling on his moms side? cousins?

i love dynamics that are like sunshine x grumpy so perhaps he’s the kid they “can’t stand” but like deep down? an annoyance you’d kill for.

best friends!! a cute little squad maybe? wrecking the town. can’t find one without the others type beat.

his old roommate from new york for that singular year could be cool.

maybe. a fling. or two. probably just one.

crus-[MUTED]

former classmates ..

people who knew / know his parents? family friends?? 

people who hate him? people who want him dead bc he’s annoying as shit? yeah

[shy-bee]

saiko family

notes - to keep track

father Sumio 39 <- stepfather

previous husband Ura (went missing)

mother Tsukasa 45

2 daughter Mikan 24 (works as a nurse)

2 son Ryuta 17

^poured food on Sumio’s face

^probably into something pervert (prediction had before 20:20)

3 daughter Rie 16

^beats up Sumio

4 daughter Remon 13

4 son Dan 12

5 daughter Sumomo 6 (Sumio’s)

5 son Raichi 5 (Sumio’s)

(prediction at 10:28 the new husband killed the first husband and forced his way into the family)

(prediction at 13:28 the not-husband-husband does something creepy behind close doors that it creeps the children out but they can’t say. the mother can’t say any since she needs his help to pay for the kids)

1 son Gouki 23

(prediction at 15:04 something sus is up with the 1st son. maybe possessed, is the ‘real’ man of the house that the younger ones look up to)

???? Ringo

^maybe the oldest sister? she’s ‘missing’

1 daughter Ringo 25

^left hole after graduating from high school to go to university

^found work in Tokyo (3 years ago)

^stop contact 6 months ago

^she was against the marriage

^maybe works at a brothel (22:26)

(prediction at 22:56 Sumio probably did something to the oldest daughter so she runs away from home to get away from him, traumatised. he -Sumio- gets caught on a ‘dirty’ site and pretends it’s a lead on the oldest daughter)

(24:50 i don’t want to watch this 😭😭😭 this is so weird!! why would you book a from, at a brothel house, with your supposed daughter??? that’s so wrong, if you where worried try contacting the place or wait until her shift is over and try to talk to her!! don’t book an appointment!! 🤢🤢🤢!!!!)

(26:02 this is so awkward i wanna die, what the hell 🤢)

(prediction at 33:16 is he going g to slowly ‘kill’ off the other kids until is only his two kids?)

(prediction at 35:24 he hurt the 2nd son you be able to get the 1st daughter back)

Ringo

^got scammed into the industry

(prediction at 38:58 he’ll kill the boyfriend to bring her home?)

(40:46 i hope they expect her!! QAQ!!)

(41:41 please give her a hug!!! QAQ)

(43:56 …… no surprised)

(46:48 .. somethings fishy..)

(prediction at 46:50 i don’t think the mother wanted the marriage, maybe she agreed because or the film crew… she doesn’t seem happy, or he told her to shut up and stop talking)

(46:51 … or am i being too harsh on him. sure going to a brothel to see you step daughter is weird, very weird, but maybe he’s a good person….? we’ll see)

(48:54 not cookie… oh gosh, don’t say that infront of the kids, when they’re eating!! 😭)

(49:49 reminds me of that case where everyone was scared/revered the oldest daughter and they turned a blind eye to her madness and even put lotion in her even after she died)

(50:30 not the children crying 😭😭😭😭!! what a background noise to see hands gently caring for the planets!)

(52:14 aren’t you over spraying that plant?)

(54:14 did his tell his wife that? was he hoping the 3rd to leave? you just got back the eldest why ask is they want to leave?)

(prediction 54:56 the 3rd daughter is possessed)

(prediction at 55:22 or the oldest son?)

(prediction at 55:38 maybe something bad happens every year? like a once a year curse? but the children brought up a ghost so i don’t know what specifically it is)

3rd Son with first husband Tuakaharu (don’t know if i spelt that right) died at the age 9 (in 2001, don’t know when this is set but was made published on youtube in 2015 so give or take a year)

(57:16 oh sh!t i think it is something once a year!)

2001 - son dies

2002 - husband goes missing

???? - Ringo being tricked

???? - Gouki’s mental state

???? - Rie’s hostility/domestic violence

???? - Remon’s (?) bike accident

^one year the cat dies

Present - Ryuta’s fall from roof

(01:01:32 maybe the photo he wanted was the ‘ghost’ photo? he seems to be more down on the ground about that’s possible)

(01:01:46 oh!! maybe the head injury ‘cleared’ his head so he can think more clearly?)

(01:02:24 a g-g-g-ga-ghost! hahahaha… sorry)

(01:02:28 hopefully we can see the photo, or the spooky of the ‘unknown’ is scarier. allowing us to imagine what scary thing is shown in the image, because everyone has different tolerances to different things)

(01:02:40 never-mind 😭 spoke too soon!)

(01:02:46 pffftttt! hahahahaha, hahahahahahahahaha!!! thanks to that zoom hahhahaha i thought it was a normal photo pffft so thanks! hahahaha)

(01:03:00 oh lord she’s become a ghost hunter hahaha! with that look maybe she’s the one behind it! hahaha! her voice suits the lazy fill of how this documentary would’ve been made if it where a real one!

… i fill a bit bad. i keep pausing to type, it’s probably keeping from getting sucked into the story! sorry! but i’m going to continue doing this!)

(01:03:08 burn the photo?)

(01:93:14 hahahhaahahahHahahHhHhhaahahah a omfg hahahahahahaha)

(01:04:48 a nice homely vide it wraps you up in a nice warm blanket!)

(01:05:44 hehehe sneaky cameraman!)

(01:06:18 👀☕️)

(01:07:08 it is nice to see that the children are more happy! but i have a feeling Rie is about to rock the boat. maybe the older siblings have a plan or something to mess with the new dad?)

(01:07:30 … what a waste of food. and i was right)

(01:08:02 i feel like i shouldn’t be watching this…

since it’s real acting though these fight seems are a bit funny looking since the kicks/punches look weak but the father is good at acting hurt)

(01:08:37 EYH!! oh my… that one he definitely didn’t actually touch her, but still bloody hell!)

(01:09:12 …pfft… sorry i just can’t help but think about the cameraman standing up close a personal at this scene through his camera lens being like ‘good sh!t’ while his face stays in moved)

(01:09:22 …hmmm oof line… i’ll keep watching but i do think this father isn’t as innocent as he seems)

(01:09:44 …. now i feel bad QAQ)

(01:11:00 how much do you how much do you bet that she’s gone missing just poped out from existence like the father?)

(01:11:18 maybe call the police or something?)

(01:12:28 don’t push her of the bridge! don’t! i see you! don’t you dare!)

(01:012:40 i was about to say you don’t need to apologise… but they both should really, neither are really in the right here.)

(01:13:18 wow “you are… Nothing.” wow! i should get that tattooed one me pffft)

(01:14:09 what does this mean?)

(01:14:30 (?) good question)

(01:16:22 awh 😭😭😭)

(01:17:50 i guess she needed the slap of reality? there is still 20 minutes so i’m uneasy)

(01:18:14 MISS!!! it’s not you place! it’s bad enough you’ve filmed all of this, don’t poke your nose into who’s calling who father!!)

(01:19:04 with what money??? you can afford a house but a nice van for a camping trip??

what are you kidnapping them???)

(01:19:22 oh my! that sure was a jump-scare!! was not expecting to see him outside of that room!)

(01:19:30 … wait why does he has his bat with him? does it bring him comfort after facing a traumatic experience so he brings it around with him to feel safe? i don’t know… i feel uneasy again, sorry big brother!)

(01:20:07 so cute!!! heart is melting!!!)

(01:20:28 eh! put both poles in before you bend it! you’re making it harder for yourselves!!)

(01:21:56 omfg lady!! don’t ask such a question! they are two different people, two different fathers! they’d be different so don’t compare them! ehy!

before she asked that though it’s nice to see the children except him! they have seen him put his foot down, so i can see how that gave them some reassurance!)

(01:22:20 awh her smile!! QAQ!!! so precious!)

…. that poor gosh!! 🤢😭 sorry had to skip that

(01:23:24 awh..! to have them all day that T^T i’m not crying you are!)

(01:23:42 pfffft hahahaha then it just pans to her awkwardly/creepily watching from a distance… ha…

maybe she should had a series where she stays with a family for a month and buy the end of the month they are all sawn together with her magic hands)

hehehe!! ✨fire✨

(01:24:08 are they really a family? i feel after all this they’ll be close together and have a bond no? a bit like the weasley family. to act like a family for so long you’d have an emotional connection to them so maybe the joy they’re showing is real?)

tbh i thought the announcement was going to be another child lmao

(01:24:24 maybe the oldest son did have something happen, the way he’s acting makes me think maybe he has something, not in like a mean/bad way.

it nice that he’s being included into the family’s things now :D)

(01:24:55 protect the fire from the rain QAQ)

(01:25:33 i wonder if they planned the weather)

(01:26:15 oh gosh 😭😭😭😭 so precious)

(01:26:27 why am i waving goodbye?)

(01:27:40 what’s going on??)

(01:27:55 oooo that neat! to have the ‘open door’ button on the floor, stops the germs from getting in the hands!

but what about escapees who scroll on the floor and people with no legs/in a wheelchair)

(01:28:30 …. that sight brings back memories)

(01:29:24 … sus … did he push her down so he could get her and her husbands life insurance?)

(01:31:26 maybe that was the ghosts plan, to now keep sending you to the hospital to make you stay in the house. the injuries becoming -worse?- so it’s gets more power and causes you to stay longer and it continues)

(01:31:51 ah! the eldest boy! eating with the family! very proud!)

(01:33:02 awh he’s also out there with the father!

i’m just worried the reason why i watched this was because another youtube video said that there was horror, or something like that and to watch it before the video, maybe i missed something in all this.. if so, oof!)

(01:33:19 pffft nothing to the actor, her dead eyes as selling this… well

01:33:22-24 i guess you could say there is warmth her looking at a family endearingly)

(01:33:28 the deadpan voice- so i’ve tried not to talk about it much- pffft-)

[idle-soliloquy]

soul

Jegulus microfic - prompt: swear (august 1st), 827 words, @jegulus-microfic

Part 2, 3, 4, 5

CW: explicit, cheating

Regulus takes his shoes off before slipping soundlessly into the flat. His boots are heavy, their soles thick and black, covered in grime from trudging through the muddy field. The gig ended in a flash of lights and amidst blaring screams and whistles. The air smelled damp and the rain was thick, bucketing down relentlessly as they ran back into town and headed straight for the nearest pub.

Recklessly, he downed his first shot of tequila and hadn’t looked at the time since.

The clock hanging in the hall strikes 5 in the morning when he clicks the door shut, praying the sound doesn’t travel.

Wishful thinking.

Regulus is soaking wet. His black locks are plastered to his cheeks and forehead, but not as a result of last night’s deluge - that ended hours ago. This morning was crisp and fresh, not a cloud in sight.

He did take a quick shower at Barty’s place before leaving in haste.

Regulus gingerly places the shoes on the rack, fingers trembling in a weak grip, and tries to shimmy out of his jacket. The leather squeaks and rustles, no matter how he manoeuvres his body to avoid it.

“Where have you been?”

Regulus’ heart comes to a screeching halt, and then, it’s plummeting down to his stomach and lands at his feet. Or maybe he doesn’t have a heart. Blood rushes through his veins, screaming into the void left in his chest.

Contain yourself, he thinks. Don’t let it slip. Don’t.

He turns around, slowly, licking his lips. They taste of salt.

James is standing in the door to their bedroom, gripping the frame and swaying. There are bags under his eyes. Regulus knows he stayed up, keeping vigil. The last message James sent arrived at 2 AM. Reg saw it much later, when Barty went to get them a snack and a glass of water, and Regulus locked himself in the bathroom to wash come stains off his shirt.

“The gig, and then we were out,” he eventually responds, coughing into his clenched fist, throat tight as a string.

“It’s 5 in the bloody morning. I thought you were meant to come back-”

“I got a bit tipsy, stayed over at Panda’s.” Regulus shuffles on his feet, pulling the jacket off in one swift motion. No need to walk on eggshells anymore - James is already here, gaze piercing and pleading. Scared. Doubtful.

“Oh,” James hums, crossing his arms over his chest. He swallows, eyes tracking Reg’s every movement, searching for inconsistencies wedged between his words, or veiled by his actions. “Why are you soaking wet?”

“I showered,” Regulus huffs and shrugs dismissively. “Did you see the weather last night? We were absolutely minging after the gig, you should have seen it. Some girl pushed Panda over by accident and she decked it, landed face first in the mud, it was hilarious.”

James lets out a laboured sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The silence that follows is stifling.

“Why are you up, babe?” Regulus tries tentatively. He starts picking on his cuticles. A nervous tic, nothing else. James won’t clock it. Regulus is a nervous person by nature.

“I couldn’t sleep till late. I was worried.”

“Worried about what?” Regulus prods, even though he knows the answer. He’s no fool.

“You know very well what, Reg.”

He hums in acknowledgment, brows slightly furrowed. He has to play out the part, acting disgruntled - it’s been months now. Hasn’t James regained some of the lost faith he had in him? Hasn’t he proven, consistently, that he can spend time with Barty and not end up on his knees, worshipping at another man's feet?

Or is it a lost cause? James will never fully trust him again and will monitor his every step and misstep alike. A tragic ending to an equally woeful story. Regulus has the answer to these questions at the tip of his tongue. His actions from last night speak for themselves.

“James.” His inner turmoil does not show on his fine features. James stares at him, eyes wide and gleaming in the morning light. “Nothing happened, all right? We were out, got a bit sloshed and then ended up in Panda’s loft listening to records.”

“You swear?”

Regulus shivers, fist clenching at his side. A beat of silence follows and he thinks James will suffocate - he’s been holding his breath, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes pleading. It’s a sight to behold. James Potter, begging. Begging Regulus not to ruin his life, once again.

“Yeah, Jamie, I swear.”

James lets out a ragged gasp, leaning on the doorframe heavily. The tension that built up in the air, layer after excruciating layer, dissipates like morning dew.

Regulus feels a hollowness in his chest, one that eats at his soul with jagged teeth. It hurts, but only a little. It’s a flesh wound, a scratch, a gentle prodding. A guiltless guilt.

Then, the teeth chip away at nothing.

[caracalwithchips]

Trapped together (Part 1)

I haven’t written anything in over a year, but apparently this is the time of year I get inspired! However, one of my 2023 goals is to finally write out some of the ideas I’ve had for a while. I will continue to post very sporadically, but please let me know if you would like to be tagged when I do (I believe @plaidbooks asked to be tagged on a past post). 

This fic fills the Blizzard square for StoriesofSvu’s 2022 Holiday Bingo @storiesofsvu . It’s my first 2-part fic, and I hope to have the finale uploaded in 1-2 days. 

Pairing: Mike Dodds x Reader

Trigger warnings for a brief mention of serial killer in the “set-up” to the story (skip the 1st paragraph if you’d like to avoid it!)

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It had been a busy two weeks of intense investigation by the Manhattan SVU squad on the hunt of what your team now believed to be a prolific serial killer who traced victims new to the city back to their rural hometowns to attack someone in their families. Today, you and Sergeant Dodds had needed to travel through a West Virginia mountain pass following a lead based on a victim who had run away from her small West Virginia community. Her cousin had suffered a mysterious hunting accident only 5 days after her death in the city.

However, when leaving the small county morgue, the local Sheriff informed you and Sergeant Dodds of an impending blizzard and that the mountain pass was unsafe to travel through and would only get worse throughout the night. You both tried to explain you were used to driving in New York winters, but he convinced you both that it wasn’t worth the risk. Instead, the Sheriff directed you to the only motel in a two hour radius where you and Dodds would have to wait out the storm until the roads cleared enough to return to NYC.

It was a small, desolate, dingy highway motel that looked like it usually saw its own clientele of shady individuals. The owner directed you and the Sarg to the only room left that held one queen-sized bed. Everyone who had been traveling through the area had descended upon the hotel in an effort to ride out the storm, and the owner told you both how lucky you were to arrive in time to get the last room.

You and Dodds shared a look. It was one of discomfort and hesitation. There may have also been some mortification on your part with some added on bubble-guts related to your secret penchant for reading “there was only one bed” romance books. There was no way that situation was actually happening to you in your actual real life. With Mike Dodds. The most beautiful man you had ever seen. Also the nicest.

“Are you absolutely certain there are no other rooms?” asked Dodds. The motel owner again confirmed that there was the one queen bed which we could take or leave. “What about any roll-away cots?”

The hotel owner let out the phlegmatic laugh of a 30-pack year smoker. “Where do you think you are, son? This ain’t no fancy place, which is clearer than day to anyone who ain’t blind. Ain’t you some detective? Sheriff Lonnie called ahead and near ordered me to hold the room for you two.”

You stepped in before your sergeant risked offending the only person standing between an unlucky situation and a worse situation. “Then could we at least get some extra towels and blankets, please? As many extra blankets as you have,” you asserted, with your hand on your gun hip to get the point across. You didn’t trust the ancient-looking powerlines outside to be capable of keeping even the small hotel warm and lit. The owner came back a few minutes later, shoved a stack of towels and blankets into your arms, and shut the door behind him.

You turned around and found Dodds with his hand on his head, clearly thinking hard about something. You watched him for a moment before he noticed you watching. Then, with resolution, he grabbed a blanket from the pile and grabbed a pillow off the bed and headed towards the door.

“What are you doing, Sergeant?”

“I’m going to sleep in the car tonight.”

“Are you insane?” you spluttered.

“I’ve slept in worse places than a car.”

“During an Appalachian mountain blizzard? Do you have any idea how cold it’s about to get outside? People die in these kind of conditions, Sergeant.”

“I’ll keep the engine running.”

“The gas won’t last that long and I doubt the car battery will be able to make it through the storm, either, without dying or the engine line freezing.” You knew nothing about cars, but that sounded right.

He leaned with his head against the door and mumbled something you couldn’t understand.

“Pardon?”

With a big sigh he turned around, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable.” This was all uncomfortable, of course you were uncomfortable. “Are you uncomfortable, Sergeant?”

He hesitated, “a little.”

“Would you be uncomfortable if it was Carisi here with you instead?”

He barked out a laugh and ran his hand through his hair. “I would be, although I’m not sure if I’d be more or less so.”

“I personally think I’d be more uncomfortable with Carisi. He strikes me as the type of sleepover guest who keeps everyone else up all night talking then drools all over your mom’s guest pillows.” You both laughed uncomfortably before you continued, “We’ve had too long of a day for worrying about making one another uncomfortable after an already long week trying to find our perp and getting an idea of the extent of how many victims he even has. I’m tired and we’re both grown. We’ve worked together long enough that we can sleep in the same room without it being weird, can’t we?”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make things even more uncomfortable. I just want you to know I respect you and your comfort.” Your heart did a weird somersault before he continued, “and your role as one of my detectives.” Oh. Right. You were going to have to remind yourself to be professional. It’s not like you had the biggest crush of your life on your own Sergeant. That would be career suicide and a recipe for an embarrassing situation that you didn’t have the social grace to handle.

“Of course I know that, that would never be in question, Sir.” There. See? Super professional. Professional was your middle name. “Now, I’m going to try to shower the morgue germs off.”

You carried all of the towels into the bathroom with you. You closed the door behind you and made a face in the mirror after catching a whiff of the moldy air. This was the grossest motel you had ever been in. It had probably been built in the 60s and seemed to have the original brown and mustard carpet, curtains, bedding, possibly even the same towels. You weren’t sure if you wanted to inspect the bed to rule-out bedbugs or if you were afraid to look. It’s not like you could do anything about it.

With a sigh you started shrugging out of your suit. When you were stripped down to your undies, you made a decision. You filled the sink with soapy water and scrubbed your undergarments. Then you took the time to stand with the mini hairdryer attached to the wall to dry them off. You could put up with a lot of things, roach motel included, but you weren’t going to sleep in anything less than fresh drawers. Then you took a quick hot shower and scrubbed yourself dry with a scratchy towel before staring at yourself in the mirror and thinking about the sleeping arrangements.

You really didn’t want to sleep in your suit pants after traipsing through the rural crime scene and a morgue, but you also didn’t want to make your already uncomfortable boss more uncomfortable. You were very grateful that you threw on a t-shirt under your blouse that morning. Still, it barely reached the top of your thighs and your lacey underwear were quite visible. You left the t-shirt on, wrapped a towel around your waist for the walk to the bed, and stepped outside of the now-steamy bathroom and walked, with pretend confidence, towards the bed.

With your head held high and eyes aimed on your destination you strode further into the room…and tripped right over your sergeant who was laying on the floor. You caught yourself after falling on your knees and looked behind you with a look of exasperation.

“WHAT are you doing?” you yelled at the same time apologies were spilling out of his mouth and he was trying to help you up. At some point the towel had fallen off from around your waist so you jumped up the distance between the floor and the bed and quickly pulled the covers over you.

“I’m so sorry, I was trying to find the cleanest part of the carpet to sleep on. I assumed you would see me?”

“No I didn’t see you Sergeant, why would I expect to see you on the floor? Why are you on that disgusting floor? Do you know what kind of things get trapped in a 60 year old rundown motel carpet? Please get up!”

“I thought it would be better if I slept on the floor. I told you I’ve slept in worse places,” he smiled sheepishly and made no move to get up from the floor.

“Sergeant, am I more repugnant than that filthy floor?”

His eyes grew wide as saucers, “Y/N, no!! Of course not! How could you think that?”

“I think that because you continue to sit on the floor.”

He stood up and looked lost. “I….where am I supposed to sleep if not in the car and not on the floor?”

You stared in confusion at his confusion. “Sergeant, in the bed. Next to me. Surely that’s better than a car in a blizzard or a motel room floor?” He turned red from his neck to the tips of his ears. He seemed at a loss for words.

“If it would make you more comfortable, we can pile a bunch of these extra pillows and towels in between our sleeping bodies. You know, so that I do not mistakenly accost you in the night.”

“I never! I never thought…” he stammered.

“Of course not. I’m teasing you, mostly, but I certainly don’t expect you to sleep on the floor and considering where we are I would prefer you did not.” You piled up two extra blankets lengthwise in the middle of the bed. When he remained standing where he was, you shrugged, laid down, and turned over on your side. You really were tired and this was a mentally exhausting case. You didn’t have the energy to spend anymore time coaxing your sergeant into a somewhat comfortable sleeping arrangement nor to convince him that you could both behave like adults. You heard him shuffle into the bathroom and you heard the water start. You pulled the blankets tighter around you. The wind howled outside and despite the old heating system being turned up to its highest number, the room felt very cold. You pulled your knees up to your chest hoping to conserve heat.

You must have been close to dozing off because what felt like only a few minutes later you felt the far side of the bed dip and heard the lamp click off. The bed moved a little as Dodds tried to get comfortable. You weren’t sure if you should say goodnight or continue looking like you were asleep, so you decided to stay as you were. Part of your decision came from the fact that you were so cold, you couldn’t bare the thought of uncoiling from your fetal position. As you started feeling heavier with sleep, you wondered if you had been shivering because you felt another blanket being placed over you. A hand very lightly squeezed your shoulder as you heard a whispered “Goodnight, Detective” before falling fully into sleep.

[pricescigar]

Letting go of the past

Summary: After seeing her grandfather after so many years, seeing how he didn't have much time left. Harper remained by his side in his last moments

Vincent's narrative, 

1st of September 1940, 

A morning like any other Vincent dressed in his normal attire which was one of his most expensive suits that was in his wardrobe. Today he decided to wear a black two piece suit, to finish off his look he slicked back his hair with pomade. He had a lot going on today, so he was up bright and early to get a head start on things before the day would already be over.

Ever since Clara passed last year after… Well after the accident, things had been different for the family. He was different, he knew that too. Vincent knew well enough that not all humans were bad, but every problem they faced. He felt his own opinions beginning to change more and more.

However he tried his best to cope on his own, even if it was difficult at times. He needed to be strong. For Harriet, Shaw, and his little granddaughter Harper.

Though the man didn't get a wink of sleep that night, too much was on his mind. He could've sworn he heard Harriet rushing about in her bedroom. Or maybe that was his mind playing tricks on him? Vincent closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before walking out of his own master bedroom. 

He went downstairs to see Shaw had returned after leaving last night for business purposes, Vincent greeted him watching him walk through the door.

“Good morning Shaw, how was last night?” He asked.

“It went well, thank you Vincent.” Shaw took off his coat. “Can't wait to have breakfast then get some rest.” 

“Very good then, the servants have almost finished preparing breakfast. You can head on in there, I'll wake up the others.” Vincent smiled before turning to walk back up the stairs. Walking down the hall to where all the other bedrooms were, knocking on the door. First approaching Harper's bedroom. 

“Good morning, Harper. Breakfast is ready, it's your favourite.” Vincent spoke as he opened the door.

His eyes first laid on the fact that Harper wasn't in her bed, it was empty. He felt his heart almost sink. Stepping into the room, he looked under the bed to see if she was hiding. She was not, looking in the wardrobe most of Harper’s clothes were gone.

Vincent immediately left the bedroom and went to Shaw and Harriet's room which was only two doors down from Harper’s room.

“Harriet? Are you in there?” Vincent knocked on the door twice and then opened the door. Her bed also empty, he gripped onto the door knob immediately fearing the worst.

They wouldn't be anywhere else in the estate because he would've checked, or one of his servants would have told him the moment he woke up. His mind was screaming something else, he felt an odd feeling in his chest as well.

Harriet wasn't in her bedroom. Nor was Harper. This worried Vincent a hell of a lot, it wasn't until he found a letter signed by his own daughter as to why she wasn't coming back. The fact that his own daughter up and left with Harper in a world that deposited mutants for what they were. The man was restless, he walked around his estate contemplating on what to do next. He felt his panic rising, and also paranoia. 

What was Harriet thinking? Running off with Harper, she's just a child. She’ll get hurt. She needs to be found. Vincent thought to himself 

Vincent was and always will be paranoid. Humans aren't kind, especially when it comes to their kind. Which is why he created the underground club.

“The Ministry.”

Vincent, perceptive as ever, always knew who was a mutant and who wasn't. To be honest, he never hesitated to punish a human who dared to enter his club, anyway they wouldn't have been able to get in because mutants needed a “Code.” So that way Vincent knew who it was.

He'd make it known that he wasn't one to be messed with. All he ever wanted was to help others like him, after all they all deserved a place in the world. Vincent was tired of his kind being shunned by humans, though being a telepath he seemed and looked normal. Normal enough that is.

Vincent quickly walked down the stairs, letter in hand as he stepped into the grand dining room seeing Shaw who was patiently waiting for his family. 

Shaw looked up seeing Vincent and the piece of paper in hand, his eyebrows furrowed seeing a different kind of look on Vincent's face. 

“Hm… Why the glum look Vincent?” Shaw asked as he took a sip of his tea.

“Harriet left, with Harper…” Vincent handed Shaw over the letter he found, watching him read it.

Shaw looked at the paper as he began to read the letter. His facial expressions quickly changed into disbelief, and anger. He gripped onto the paper, almost crumbling it in his hands.

“We need to find Harper.” He stood up from his chair.

“Sebastian…” He tried to speak but he got interrupted.

“Vincent, she's got my daughter. You know what humans are like, the fact Harriet has up and left… Without a word.” Shaw felt his anger rising.

“And the fact that Harper's powers are beginning to develop.” Vincent confessed looking at Shaw. “I felt it.”

Shaw remained silent, they had to be rational about this. The fact Harriet could be anywhere right now in England, they needed to find her and Harper quickly.

“I'll get a few friends to look for them, don't worry.” Vincent placed his hand on Shaw's shoulder. “No doubt the stress of everything being so sudden would've…” He then shook his head.

“Harper is our top priority.” Vincent concluded.

“You're right…” Shaw numbled.

“Try to eat.” Vincent said. “I'll make a few calls quickly.” He said before stepping out of the Dining room.

Shaw sat down placing his hand over his face for a moment. The man was in denial, he couldn't believe this. 

They needed to find Harper, and quickly if it was possible.

. . . . 

Harper's narrative 

1st of November 1959 

East Hanningfield. That's where her childhood home was, Harper prepared herself for the journey and left as door as she could. She made the journey from Las Vegas to London. After an eleven hour plane journey, she did the long drive from the airport to East Hanningfield, Essex, she had arrived at the address that Shaw had given her. Harper looked at the address for a moment before looking over the large house.

It felt strange being here once again, the sense of nostalgia overwhelmed her. Harper remembered the times she grew up here with her family, life was all so simple before the war.

Approaching the house, Harper took a moment to recollect her thoughts before knocking on the door. She waited for a moment before hearing footsteps, she stood there as the door opened.

“Oh, hello. Who are you? A family member I presume?” A nurse stood there in the doorway.

“Yes,” Harper simply said. “My name is Harper.” She responded. “I'm here to see my grandfather.” She commented. 

“Unfortunately he doesn't want visitors at the moment.” The nurse commented. “He isn't in the right space of mind.” 

“Let me in.” Harper asked, her eyes gazed into the nurses. “Why don't you go down to the local café? Give yourself a break?” She smiled innocently. “It can be very hard to take care of someone.” 

“Sure,” The nurse grabbed her coat, bag and car keys before stepping out of the door walking to her car.

Harper chuckled quietly to herself, stepping into the house. Closingthe door behind her, looking around for a moment. Nothing changed about her childhood home, everything remained the same as if time itself didn't move on. 

Harper heard the faint noise of someone in the living room, so she stepped into the living room seeing Vincent staring at a wall. 

The years weren't kind to him, nor was his mind. After 1944, everything went downhill. With his Club members departing their separate ways, during the second world war leaving Vincent on his own. His mind became his own prison, as he got older he grew more insane. Of course he'd always hear things, see things that others couldn't see. But he could always sworn that they were there, but it only got worse 

The older he got, the sicker he became… The odd occasional seizure was devastating, especially when he couldn't control his telepathy.

Vincent began to forget things, fragments in his memory, sometimes he'd recall things but other times he didn't. He began to lash out at his staff members, even at the nurses who visited him. He was confused about time itself, which was unlike him. Even daily tasks began to be a struggle for him.

“Grandfather?” Harper spoke softly.  

Vincent looked over to see Harper standing there, his eyebrows furrowed. “Who are you? Why did the nurse let you in?” 

Harper looked at him confused. “Grandfather it's me, Harper.” She placed her hand on her chest for a moment taking a small step forward.

“No. I don't have a granddaughter.” Vincent scoffed. “Now piss off. This is private property. Leave before I make you, I may be old and frail but I still have a bit of strength in me.” He slowly stood up from his chair.

Harper stayed silent for a moment, Shaw did tell her that Vincent was sick. But not this sick, she quickly realised that Vincent had dementia. Taking a glimpse into his mind, it all felt… Blank. Too blank, she did her best to keep her emotions in check. 

“Why are you standing there? I already told you to go.” Vincent's tone began to be a little more firm this time.

Harper was about to speak before she felt something strange in his mind. Seeing how Vincent's pupils became dialled, then suddenly he lost control of his body as he fell to the ground. His body began to convulse, Harper wuickly knew he was having a seizure.

The adrenaline kicked in for Harper quickly leaning forward, failing to catch him as she felt the strong wave of psychic powers in her own mind, paralysing her own body. Harper's powers quickly reacted back, trying to shield her mind from the immediate onslaught. Harper screamed in pain, her powers reacting to his. Her mind found a gateway into his mind, trying to save her grandfather. It was the only chance she had, and she took it.

Suddenly the pain went away. 

Harper suddenly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. All that she saw around her was mist, as if nothing else could be seen for miles. It felt cold, desolate. She didn't know what was going on but she didn't like it. 

What is this place? Harper thought to herself.

She looked down at Vincent who was in her arms, Harper was on her knees holding onto him.

“What did I do…?” Harper's voice was soft, taking in her surroundings once more. “I didn't mean to hurt you…”

“You're inside my own head.” Vincent plain and simple. “I've never seen such a telepath do such a thing to me.” 

“I, I don't know how…” Harper shook her head in detail. “I'm sorry.”

“It's okay, it's calm and peaceful here.” Vincent spoke to her. “My mind isn't what it used to be.” He confessed. “May I?” He asked, wanting permission to read her mind. 

Harper didn't say anything for a moment, trying to find the correct words before finally speaking.

“Vincent…” She said his name instead of Grandfather. “What you might see, it might damage your mind more.”

Vincent chuckled. “I've gone past that point, I want to.” He said. “I want to remember what I had forgotten, what you had experienced Harper.” He said. 

Harper stayed silent, however she nodded. Allowing Vincent to read her mind, feeling his hands either side of her head. She felt him peering into her mind.

Vincent felt everything Harper experienced, what he had forgotten because of his condition. He saw the moments of Harper's childhood all together as a family, the moment where Harper’s mother and Harper herself ran away, the feelings of her powers manifesting. 

Then suddenly both of them were crammed up on a boat to go to New York, he saw the memories of Charles and Raven. The inevitability of her powers coming to fruition at full force, the psychic blast killing both Harriet and Freddie. All what Harper had experienced in her teenage years, her adulthood up until now. 

Vincent soon stopped himself from seeing further, pulling his hands away from her face.

“We did all we could to find you again, your mother… Taking you out in a world where your powers were beginning to form…” Vincent's tone was solemn.  “And she met that fate at the end.”

“I couldn't control myself.” Harper shook her head feeling the tears forming in her eyes. “It was as if one day I began to hear things in my head, and then… Next thing I know… They weren't moving.” Her voice was but a whisper.

“Emotions feed on your powers, it did that to me too Harper. I can tell you figured out a lot on your own.” Vincent smiled weakly, before a sigh escaped his lips.

“I'm tired, Harper, I'm so tired.” Vincent spoke softly, looking up at her. “I've always wanted a better world for us, I know you will make a better world for us.”

Harper nodded to his words. “I will, I promise… You can rest now, grandfather. It's okay.” Harper reassured him. “You can let go.” She whispered. “I'm here.” She continued to hold Vincent in his arms, her eyes looking down at him.

“Thank you…” His breathing became much softer this time. “I know this isn't how you wanted to see me, and I'm sorry…” He said. 

“I'm going to do something, don't resist it. But embrace it.” He said. “Your mind is powerful. But what you can do at your full potential, will be magical… I can make that happen. Just give me the word.” 

“No. Not a chance. It'll kill you.” Harper quickly interrupted him, not wanting him to speak anymore. 

“My time is coming, I've failed to protect you as a grandfather. Allow me to do this one thing, just so I can be at ease.” His tone was serious. “Please… The moment I do it.cJust kill me."

“Alright…” Harper spoke softly. “Go on then…” She nodded. At their final moment together she looked at her grandfather once more. “I'll miss you…” she said before she closed her eyes.

“I'll watch over you, don't you worry.” Vincent chuckled softly.. “I'm proud of you, Harper.” He replied. 

With his last strength, Vincent unleashed his powers onto her. It was a strange feeling, but as Harper promised. She had to embrace it. The feeling was strong and overwhelming.

“You're stronger than you are Harper, don't let your thoughts consume you. Like how I let my thoughts consume mine.” Vincent’s voice whispered into her mind.

Harper's eyes slowly opened, her eyes looked up to the ceiling of the living room. Taking a moment to recollect her thoughts on what had happened, she held onto her head for a moment before sitting up. Looking over to Vincent was on the floor, motionless and not moving.

Harper heard the front door open and she stood up hearing a group of voices, two nurses walking in seeing Harper and Vincent on the floor.

“Who are you? And What happened to Vincent?” One of the nurses quickly walked towards Vincent, quickly checking his pulse.

“Vincent is dead.” Harper stared at them. “Don't bother trying to do anything, I'm a family member. I ended his pain.” 

“You killed him?” One of the nurses looked at Harper in disbelief.

“I didn't kill him, there's a difference between ending someone's pain than outright killing someone.” Harper stepped towards the two women.

“But you'll keep that to yourself won't you?” Her gaze on them was strong. “We don't want any problems now, do we?”

“No, no of course not miss, we won't tell anyone.” One of the women quickly said. “Cause of death will be due to his dementia.”

Harper simply nodded. The undertakers soon arrived, taking Vincent’s body away. The next week or so went by like a flash for Harper, attending her grandfather’s funeral. The one to have attended, all terms of inheritance went to Harper as from what other people were aware of. She was the only one alive.

All that Vincent left behind was his money and the house, Harper knew the house had left her so many memories. But she knew all of that was in the past, rightly so she sold the house knowing it would be better fit for someone else.

Harper made sure she got rid of all evidence of Vincent's club and all of its members, protecting the identity of the other mutants was most important to her. 

The last couple of weeks had been pure madness for Harper, she desperately needed a break from everything.

[rynrising44]

What if Arcane Act 1 parallels the 1st season by having Cait and Vi be hunting for jinx and like on the same page and then something happens where Vi can't hurt her sister. Or stops Cait from taking the shot. And then Cait abandons Vi the same way Vi left Powder.

And Act 2 is where we see Vi having manifestations of Cait in the ring, similar to how Powder started having manifestations of Vi after they separated.

And since Jinx is there in the clip at the place where Vi is fighting, something happens that involves her saving Vi or joining with Vi/stitching her up. Like "Hey there sis. How's it feel to be abandoned? Pretty crappy right? Anywho Vanders alive lol and I'm the hero of the undercity and have accidently acquired a child."

Like anti hero type of stuff. Sisters turned enemies turned reluctant allies.

The ANGST.

So many choices are going to be made this season it's insane. Cait is going to have her John Wick moment and I'm both here for it and terrified. Her and Vi. Kisskisskisskiss.

And then Act 3. The finale

What if theres a show down where Cait tries to kill Jinx but Vi stops her or steps in front of the bullet or does something freaking heroic and dumb and almost dies or does die.

Vi could die.

And that would really poetic fr. That the girl that tried to save everyone and that has this heart of gold freaking dies trying to save the person that's been metaphorically dead for a decade. And sure I could be dead wrong with all this but I love a good parallel and will search for one wherever I can find it. I just want Vander to be back- I know. Big ask- but them having a little moment would be neat.

(Also I can't watch Season 2 til after the NAVLE on Dec. 2nd or I will hyperfixate and I am crushed by this revelation.)