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When it all changed - Lukadrien June 2024 Day 1

So I know I technically posted something for Day 1 of @lukadrienmonth but I had written that on my phone, the day of my college reunion when we were all walking around and doing things. I had the hardest time coming up with an idea and I thought the 9-1-1 au would work, but I actually hated it. It didn't have much Lukadrien in it and didn't really feel like it fit the prompt. I thought this went a little better. It's a Legally Blonde au and it's most based off the musical than the movie, which kinda felt fitting. I found the MTV showing of it on the day of my graduation after I got home and this is a fic I'd been working on the day of my reunion. Anyway, Emmett is more present in the musical, helping Elle with tutoring and studying, basically supporting her as she works her way into being a lawyer while also letting her support him in being a good lawyer. I thought since he'd oringally been so focused on making a good impression and doing well enough to work hard for his mom, that Elle's apperance in his life would of been the, well, start of a whole new look on life. Not to mention it being Elle's start on seeing herself as more than just her blonde hair. And as such, we get this. Hopefully you guys like this more. Start of something new

“Welcome to the hallowed halls of Harvard Law. I’m Luka Couffaine, class of the odd 5. I know how hard all of you worked to get here, so why don’t we go around the circle and introduce ourselves?”

Three years ago, Luka was sitting where these guys where, terrified that giving up music was the worst mistake of his life but after hearing how his mom almost made it through law school when she became pregnant with him and watching her stand up for herself against the ticket loving officer in France, Luka wanted to prove himself. People looked at their family, willing to break the rules and supporting each other and thought they’d never amount to anything. Luka was this close to become partner at Barbot’s firm and fully graduating as a lawyer. Being a TA was hard work, not to mention his part time jobs just so his father wouldn’t pay his loans but if he stuck to his routine, it would be ok. Everything would fall into place.

“Hi! Sorry I’m late!” a new voice yelled, interrupting Alya’s long resume of accomplishments – and possible lawsuits, how did she get away with half that stuff?

Americans considered themselves to be contained compared to all the international admissions, but this guy? The wildest thing Luka did was dye his hair blue. The blonde in front of them was dressed, quite fashionably, in pink. Somehow he managed to find a pink Harvard shirt and his newspaper boy hat was a shade of pink plaid Luka hadn’t seen before, not even from Rose. The strangest thing was the long-haired black cat tucked under his arm. Like most cats, he was boneless but not squirming an inch, tail twitching and purring loud enough Luka could hear him from where he sat

Luka didn’t know it then but, that boy was about to change his routine, his constant, his life.

Agreste, Adrien, like most of the students in his orientation group, was from France but he’d been living in the US to attend UCLA. He’d been accepted into top school in France and even Cambridge in England, but Adrien claimed he wanted a different experience. With a fashion designer father and actress mother, no one really told him no. he boasted about being the only male to be allowed in Delta Nu and was president and actually founded a charity for kids to gain an opportunity to go school despite their circumstance called Black Cats. And oh, of course, stopped Mireille Caquet from buying a ‘truly heinous tube top.’ Luka also found out –

“Wait, wait, wait. You caused the campus to close down for half an hour? Security was scrambling all over looking for someone, that was you?”

Adrien shrugged, not looking at all bothered. “Well, I thought my personal essay would be better given in person, instead of my original idea of filming it.”

“And they still let you in?” Alya asked, Prince Ali and even XY looking surprised.

“Well, they didn’t love the singing and dancing,” they didn’t like what? “But! Once I reminded him that getting the whole UCLA marching band and most of the cheer team to come help because of the type of person I saw, they decided to give me a chance. I was homeschooled until I ran away from home enough to just attend school once. I’m stubborn.”

Adrien was, something. A bit ditzy and a little naïve and focused on one girl, Kagami Tsurugi. The teachers had high hopes for her, her own father a famous graduate and when her family weren’t destroying opponents in fencing, they were running Japan as politicians. She could have looked annoyed when she saw Adrien in class with her, more so when he’d been hearing that the girl had a very jealous girlfriend ready to use her claws, but he’d heard the most surprising thing from her.

“Who is he?” Luka asked, after giving Adrien his syllabus for the class.

“My ex. Last I saw him, we were visiting family in France before Spring Break started.”

“Huh.” He said surprised. “he’s either a stalker or determined.”

“He’s actually one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. The fact my family didn’t like him was I thought the most surprising part, but clearly, I’ve underestimated him. I’m almost looking forward to seeing the look on my mother’s face.”

Most people didn’t look proud of their Exes. Not that it lasted long. Adrien had gotten kicked out of Barbot’s class for not doing the reading, putting him on Marinette’s radar to stay away from her girlfriend, which started a trend. Adrien falling behind, despite how much he seemed to be trying, snarky comments not just from Marinette but everyone who thought the boy who loved pink didn’t belong and the bright smile Adrien had slowly growing dimmer. Plagg, Adrien’s cat, was becoming more of a security blanket than the only animal brave enough to climb onto Barbot’s table and not move after being shoved to go away.

So, Luka didn’t think much of it when he found Adrien crying on a bench on campus after another late night in the library and asked what was wrong. He’ll admit, he was surprised Adrien actually admitted he came to Harvard to follow Kagami, but he was also happy to hear that he wasn’t blind to how his school life had been going.

“So, you came out here to follow a girl and Harvard Law was just part of the plan? What rich romantic planet are you from?” he asked jokingly, pushing the bunny ears further up on Adrien’s head. Luka didn’t want to look in too deep as to why Adrien was dressed as a male Playboy bunny, just thankful he decided to wear a shirt in the East Coast fall weather.

“France? Technically.”

“SO, instead of walking through Parisian streets by the Eiffel Tower, you decide to just follow a girl to an Ivy League school? That’s got to be the weirdest reason-”

“Why’d you come?”

Luka had only ever said it once, during his own orientation. Despite being born in France like Adrien, he’d lived in the States his whole life, so his group had been bigger and most of them had zoned out by the time he spoke.

“Ok.” Luka dropped his bag on the bench and tugged his jacket off, putting it on Adrien’s shoulders. “My mamman was supposed to graduate from law school, but she dropped out to have me. It wasn’t part of my grandparent’s deal with her and when she wouldn’t go back after my first year to finish, they cut her off. So, she moved us here, not wanting anything to do with my dad. She almost got back together with him, but he never changed and he just left her with my sister. Life was hard growing up, but she worked hard to give us what we need, even after my sister’s anxiety got worse and my empathic nature made it hard for me to be around people. Thing was, she’s always been a rebel, so she’s gotten into trouble with the police. Mamman was top of her class though, so she could run rings around them but enough cop cars stopping by and a concerned social worker is enough to start rumours. People thought we wouldn’t amount to anything and I was getting so tired of people saying that to the person who gave everything up to be happy. So, I was going to prove them I could follow in her footsteps and still be better than all of them. when I win my first lucrative trail and can move us back to France so she can get the houseboat she always wanted, that’s when it’ll be worth it. I got through 3 years of law school with two jobs to pay for loans, so you’ll forgive me for not weeping at your tale.”

“Excuse me, just because you have some chip on your shoulder,” Adrien started.

“Yeah, and that chip has been the thing to help me through this and makes me driven as hell. Adrien, you’ve been given a chance most people dream of so don’t waste it. in fact,” he said, standing up and pulling his bag back on his shoulder, “think about getting a chip of your own. I want my jacket back.”

He’d given advice before, helped bolster a bit of encouragement into a student, maybe no one like Adrien, but it felt like routine at this point. Nothing should have changed.

Adrien got into Harvard after dragging a marching band and cheerleaders into the admissions office. Luka was starting to learn it was nearly impossible to not get drawn into what Adrien’s world was. So much so, that he was as surprised as his mother was when he told her what he was doing.

“Did you get my package for thanksgiving?”

Luka unlocked the door to his apartment with said package under his arm, using his foot to shut the door behind him.

“Yeah. I thought you weren’t planning on sending anything.”

“Thank Rose. Got flirted by some rich kid. A prince apparently, but he got so enamoured by her, he didn’t care she was dating your sister. Something about how he’ll be back in his country with armoured cars, so might as well make all the pretty girls happy with whatever they want?”

Luka was sent back to the first day of classes when he heard those words. “What’s his name? the ‘prince’?”

“Alibaba? No, that’s a website.”

“Ali. Prince Ali. Was Rose near campus? He goes here.”

“Oh.” His mother sounded surprised, but Luka was used to Rose doing odd things. She was a ray of sunshine dating his shadow of a sister, taken in by their pirate mother. “She was looking for you actually. Wanted to ask for a book to be held at your job and you almost never answer your phone unless you call first so. Where were you Tuesday? She thought you’d be at the library or grading papers.”

“Ah. I was helping tutor someone.”

“You?”

That wasn’t an insult. Luka was a nice person who gave encouragement but he had little patience for teaching people. He tried with Juleka, who snapped at him as much as he did her and the few times he tried during school to try and get paid for it, it ended up with him being paid to do the work because he’d become short with whoever he was teaching.

“There’s this student, a freshman. He’s…different.”

“Different enough that your tutoring him?”

He hadn’t planned it. Adrien dragged him back into conversation that night by asking for advice on how he managed to do it all during his first years, not that he seemed to listen as his main focus was trying to prove he was serious. He’d been invited back to Adrien’s room – all brightly coloured can slightly covered in black cat hair – and when Adrien admitted to studying magazines more than his text books, he sort of, snapped. He thought dismantling the desk turned vanity would annoy Adrien enough that he wouldn’t even try but even with a bit of groaning, Adrien still unearthed his textbooks and let Luka help him. Instead of heading to the library after Barbot’s classes, he’d find himself with Adrien, either dragging him to the library with him, admitting defeat and going to a coffee shop on occasion or to Adrien’s room. Being at his room meant sharing the new desk space with Plagg, Adrien’s cat and quizzing Adrien as he became as addicted to Redbulls as Adrien was. Whenever Adrien had essays or readings, Luka would still find himself in the dorm room working on his own work for classes or whatever Barbot dropped in his lap for work.

He hadn’t realised he’d fallen into new habits since meeting Adrien. It probably explained why when he went to their next study session, after he convinced Adrien to skip going home for Thanksgiving, that he took the whole package his mother had sent him and pushed back their normal video call where he’d eat the food sent with them.

“What’s this?” Adrien asked pulling out the half-thawed pieces of turkey and artichoke dip.

“I know you wanted to see your friends, so I thought we should at least feast on the classics. Unless you were heading home to France and want foir gros.”

“Gross.” Adrien said, scrunching his nose. He looked a picture, dressed down in an oversized pink UCLA hoodie and pyjama pants covered in anime characters. “I hate foir gros. To be honest, I hadn’t decided where I was going. I just planned on figuring it out when I got to the airport. Oh, don’t look at me like that. We don’t celebrate thanksgiving in France but I have good memories of it. one of my older sorority sisters invited me my first year. It was a massive thing, somehow missing all the trashy drama that happens now, but they let me join in their traditions, we watched the Addams Family movies and just eat the food. France just has my family. Though, dad is paying for me to come here, even after he didn’t think I should. I know most of my family doesn’t think I’m all that serious, even after what I did just to go to school in person with people and I’d like to prove to them I am. But they still believed in me. All I had to do was ace the LSATs and all years were paid. I guess passing my first year would prove to them they made the right choice.”

“You will.” Luka promised. “Now, we can steal the oven in the kitchen to warm the food up while I quiz you on famous cases. Remember, Barbot is going to have you justify your case for your test. Think you can keep up?”

Adrien looked nervous, but like everything else – except for when he’d broken down on that bench that fall night – he looked determined.

“I can do it.”

_____________________

The crush? That started to clue in later. His mother would tease him whenever he mentioned he’d been with Adrien, which was nearly every day when he wasn’t busy. The holidays had thankfully slowed the office as many gave up high profile cases for vacations in warmer weathers but Luka filled the time off he’d been given with more shifts at his jobs, going over Adrien’s work and slowly getting Adrien to realise that his desire to get Kagami’s attention was doing more harm than good.

It had clicked for the blonde when Luka came to drop off his present. It had been a joke, the 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner, mostly to see the disgusted and horrified look on his face when Luka mentioned he used it.

“you have coloured hair! You recently coloured it too.” Luka hadn’t expected Adrien to dig his hands into his hair, messing up his bangs and causing them to fall into his eyes. “how on earth do you use that stuff and your hair is this soft?” Luka should have picked up on something when he noticed that Adrien’s hands, whenever they passed over his ears, were really soft. “You are joking right? Luka, I swear if this is what you actually use.”

Someone clearing their throat reminded them they weren’t alone. Luka pulled Adrien’s hands away to look at the guy smirking at them from Adrien’s bed. “Don’t mind me, just enjoying the show.”

“Ah. Right. Luka, this is Max. he graduated from MIT early and works at the nail salon I go to.”

“Right. With the miniature horse.”

“He’s a trained therapy animal.” Max reassured. Honestly, Luka was doing criminal and divorce law, that was not his problem. “I was helping Adrien study. I think I’ll head out though. Nice to finally meet you Luka. Adrien mentions you all the time.”

“Nothing bad!” Adrien assured as Max disappeared doing something behind Luka’s head that he barely caught. “But seriously, you were joking right?”

“Adrien?” Kagami asked, knocking on the door. The blonde ripped his wrists from Luka’s hands and smiled at his ex. “have you gotten the email from Barbot yet? I wanted to print off the reading he wants us to do to read on the plane home and I still haven’t seen anything.”

“I, uh,” Adrien giggled. “I…um?”

Luka decided to help him out. “I send the readings out. Barbot hasn’t sent me the original documents he wants. It’ll be out soon.”

Kagami seemed surprised to see him there, glancing at Adrien before nodding to herself. She looked set on something before offering her thanks and leaving, Adrien still as incoherent as he’d been when she walked in. he knew this is why Adrien wasn’t doing so well, focused on getting Kagami’s attention. Why it filled him with such hot rage, he had no clue. Watching Adrien put the pieces together and actually win his practise case was amazing, more so when Barbot seriously accepted Adrien’s resume for his internship, even printed on pink paper and scented. When Adrien was one of the 4 names, Luka couldn’t be prouder.

He could have done without him deciding to be a trustworthy lawyer to their client Clara Nightengale by keeping her alibi secret and not budging for anyone. Not even him. It somehow then evolved into Adrien dragging him shopping.

“I don’t need a new suit.” He tried protesting as the entered the department store.

“Luka,” Adrien turned, looking odd in the black suit he was in. it was the first time he wasn’t in any sort of pink. “I know you’ll find a way of winning this without Clara’s alibi or a plea deal, not to mention doing the one thing you’re trying to avoid.”

“Which is?”

“giving people what they want. Luka, come on, you became a lawyer because everyone thought you’d amount to nothing and that your mother was the same. The same woman who raised you to be a rebel and do the right thing.”

“How is clothes going to help with that?”

Adrien actually giggled and bounced in place at the question. “clothes help paint the picture. I love your jean jackets and ripped jeans and I know you’re an amazing lawyer but looking the part would be a massive help in showing what you can do. I know you’re amazing. Now we just need to show everyone else. Come on! god, I love shopping for guys!”

Since dawning the black suit, Adrien seemed to be hiding but the whole experience made him look like the naive freshman who graduated UCLA to follow a girl he’d moved on from. Silly as it sounded, it was the side of Adrien he loved. He didn’t do this, get so involved with a student that they became his best friend, that he wanted to gain their approval, that they’d be so concerned over him not going back on his morals just to gain the approval of a boss to make his life easier.

“Love? It’s the new scent from Calvin Klein.” A department associated offered.

He didn’t fall in love.

But since that first day, where Adrien rushed over to their group decked in pink and carrying Plagg, full of tales and anecdote, unwilling to give up no matter how hard, Luka’s whole life had changed. There was a new routine, a new path. That first day was the start of something new he was never expecting.

And he wouldn’t change it for the world. The things that almost made him lose him after, that he would, but considering it got Adrien back into his signature pink plus bonus heels – a sight that would never get old – he couldn’t be too upset.

[vixlenxe]

Me putting down Planet ideas here, because I need to put them down somewhere to oringize my thoughts

Mercury

Smol boi, only 5'5

Fastest mf in the west, just really speedy

Did all sorts of high school & collage athletes like track, baseball & soccer

Does professional baseball for a living

When baseball season isn't in play, he does have a part-time job of being a trainer at a gym

Sports sports sports sports-

Smells a lot because he's running around in the dirt most of the time

An actual sweetheart, like jump in front of a bus to save a random stranger levels of sweet

Indulges in a little bit of B&E, as he likes to crash at one of his sister's penthouses that happens to be in the same town

Venus

Mercury's sister. They won't tell you which one is older, because they enjoy driving people insane with it.

Yes, she's taller then her brother

The most fashionable bitch you will ever met

Also the baddest bitch you will ever met

In general she is a bitch, but a loving bitch once you are in her circle of friends

Sleeps around a bit

Has a job as a runway model

As a result of her job, she moves around a lot, but has multiple homes of varying kinds all over the world

"Don't you know my ass is famous?"

Earth(Gaia)

Collage student being forced to get a degree in business by her father

She really wants to get an art degree instead, but is agreeing to do business because she feels she owes her dad

Is constantly getting sick

Her medical bills would have run a normal family bankrupt, the only reason her family isn't is because her father is a successful local business man

Very interested in gardening, but her worrywort of a mother doesn't let her near plants thinking they will effect her daughter's health. Went as far as to remove all plants from her family home, save for the grass on the ground outside

Recycles!

Is vegan

Bean bags bean bags bean bags

Has a pet goldfish named Goldeen. Yes, like the pokemon, shut up it's her favorite OG water type

Moon(Luna)

Older Half-sister to Gaia, same mother, different fathers.

When her father & mother divorced, long before Gaia was born, custody of Luna went to her father. They quickly went no contact afterwards, so Luna is mostly unaware of her half-sister's existence

She likes expensive clothes, but doesn't have the money to buy them most of the time

Astrology Nerd

Night Owl life

Works the night shift as a waitress at a 24 restaurant, claims it's nothing special, but then will say their burgers are to die for in the same breath

Don't give her choices, she's really bad at making choices

Mars

Anger Issues R U

Flamin' red head

Tattoos on tattoos

"What do you mean I can't solve all my problems by punching it or throwing shit at it?"

Likes hiking

If a bear happened upon him in the woods while hiking, they would try to fight it

Most likely to owe more then one motorbike

Probably in a biker gang? Probably in a biker gang-

'Mars' is just their gang name, no one knows their actual name

Has done more illegal shit then they have fingers & toes, just hasn't gotten caught yeah/doesn't know it is illegal

If you want to calm this crazy MF down, give food, food is the best distraction

Jupiter(Jun)

CEO of some business tycoon probably

The tallest MF on this list easily

Weird birthmark on their shoulder, they're proud of it too

Asshole

Asshole, but he throws money at things a lot, including people, so it's fine I guess?

Asshole, but he's an asshole to everyone else but 'the one' so it's fine-

Probably smokes & also probably has a car collection

Saturn

The second tallest MF on this list

Blonde hair that is very long

Legs for daaaaaays

Does Ballet & other performative arts

'Saturn' is only her stage name, all ballerinas in her group use stage names to protect their real identities, but she will also use it in public sometimes out of habit

Likes to wear gold, particularly obsessed with gold rings

Screeches like a damn banshee

Because of her already huge height, as well as her job as a ballerina, she's also really self conscious about her weight & her appearance

Uranus(Ure)

Dyes their hair blue because it's their favorite color

Introvert

Very shy in public & with new people, absolutely apeshit with their friends in private

Secret conspiracy theorist

Proud video game addict

Was that weird quiet kid at school that listened to music in the corner of the classroom, has now evolved to making playlists & sending them to their few friends

Also weirdly obsessed with rings

Does after-hours solo cleaning at a few different locations, because they don't want to have to deal with people

Neptune

Dyes his hair a dark blue because he want it to match his eyes

His eyes are fucking beautiful though, I can see why he wants his hair to match

Mysterious aura

Runs a few black market chains

Always late to any meeting or gathering

It's 100% on propose

'Service with a smile' if given a human form

He's actually very nice & sweet, with a touch of lazy, until you mess with his money

BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY

Pluto

The smallest on this list easily

Androgynous

Incredibly lazy

Favorite past time is napping

Might suffer from narcolepsy, insists they just sleep when they feel stressed to ease it

Hates not being taken seriously

"Am I a joke to you?" -> Will get pissed if you ignore them or answer yes to this

Easily gets attached to others & easily flustered

"NOTICE ME SENPAI!!!"

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"The first two patients selected for lobotomy at Eduard Busch’s Neuro-surgery Department at Rigshospitalet in Copenhagen—a young man and an elderly woman—were not compulsory committals. Both had been in contact with the psychiatric system before and were admitted to Vordingborg in 1943. They were housed in the quiet ward, BI, in their respective wings, close to the main building, in an extension to the first-class care units. The number one at the top-right of the front of their patient records indicated that their next of kin had agreed to pay for first-class care. The fact that both of the patients chosen were in this category would be an important factor in later selection processes. However, the pair were referred for different reasons, and the introduction of lobotomy in Vordingborg was not the result of any kind of fixed plan by the resident psychiatrists.

The 24-year-old man was the first Vordingborg patient sent to Copenhagen for the surgical procedure. On the medical certificate for his admission in 1943, the doctor who observed him found no great predisposition for mental illness in the family, that the patient came from a “financially well-to-do home,” was “quite bright” and had finished upper secondary school. He had then worked in his father’s company until he “began to flag, became indifferent, absent-minded and sloppy.” In 1940, he was admitted to the Psychiatric Department at Rigshospitalet in Copenhagen and given insulin coma therapy. After another period spent in hospital and some time at the family home, just north of Copenhagen, he was admitted to the Psychiatry Department at the Municipal Hospital.

After just over six months, the doctors in Ward 6 had exhausted all treatment options, and he was transferred to first-class care in Vordingborg. One of them wrote to colleagues on Oringe that the case was “a pure tragedy” for the parents—“he is their only child, and at their request, I have personally tried every form of therapy on him.” Insulin therapy and electroshock had produced “negative results.” At the time of the transfer, his doctor at the Municipal Hospital noted that the patient was still “autistic, lethargic and impulsive.” The latter referred to the fact that the patient had previously attacked his mother and also exhibited aggressive behaviour in the hospital, albeit without being “particularly violent,” the doctor explained.

The patient was admitted to ward BI at Vordingborg without incident. The psychiatrist who examined him in late 1943 found the young man passive and lethargic, noting that that he “does not speak spontaneously, responds only very slowly, his facial expression is gloomy, indifferent.” On the front page of his case notes, under the heading “diagnosis on admission,” the doctor wrote: “schizophrenia.”

In the weeks that followed, various psychiatrists stopped by the young man’s bed during their rounds. They noticed that the patient could “remain autistic for long periods” and had “a hard time concentrating on anything.” Horticultural work therapy had no effect, and the orderlies frequently reported that he whiled away most of the day just standing around.

The first reports of aggression appeared in his notes in 1944: “Got up from the lunch table yesterday and took his glass over to the tap. On the way back he threw the water over an orderly and then the glass at another patient.” During January, he had several sudden “explosions” that necessitated restraints and injections of scopolamine-morphine. In February, after striking a nurse on the face, the patient was transferred from BI to the DI ward for disruptive inmates.

However, unlike several of the other patients who would be referred for a lobotomy, in this young man’s case, there was no clear link between hisincreasingly aggressive behaviour and his selection for the procedure. Nor was neurosurgery part of an actual treatment strategy by the Vordingborg psychiatrists. It was his family, not his doctors, who pushed for it.

The young man’s case notes record other sudden, violent assaults during his time in DI. Although he seems to have been much calmer during October, this was when the chief physician, Vagn Askgaard, received word that his relatives were planning a lobotomy. “He has not been aggressive for some time,” Askgaard wrote in his notes. “He is up in the afternoon and goes for walks in the gardens or grounds. He is otherwise mentally unchanged, autistic, aloof and disinterested. A few days ago, he received notice from Copenhagen that the family is considering a lobotomy at the Rigshospitalet Neurosurgery Department in an attempt to offer the patient a chance of improvement.” As a first-class patient, his family would foot the bill.

The decision had been made after conversations between the patient’s family and various doctors in Copenhagen and the Psychiatry Department at the Municipal Hospital. The family had contacted the doctors because they did not think that the treatment in Oringe had helped. The psychiatrists in Copenhagen agreed that the patient’s condition was unlikely to improve with “conservative therapy.” The case was then discussed with Eduard Busch of Rigshospitalet Neurosurgical Department, who agreed in early December 1944 to perform a “leucotomy ad modum Moniz.”

In late December, the patient was transferred to the Neurosurgery Department in Copenhagen, where the leucotomy was performed. After the operation, the surgeons noted “no complications.” In their report to the psychiatrists in Vordingborg, they wrote, “We do not observe any definite change in his mental state, he is very sluggish and lethargic in everyday life, responds slowly when spoken to.”

Shortly afterwards, the young man was driven back to Vordingborg, where the psychiatrists thought that they discerned a slight improvement: “he is probably a little freer, a little more talkative and communicative, and he shows a bit more initiative, for example, by spontaneously picking up magazines and reading them.” The notes also mention that he was able to go for walks with his parents, who nevertheless still thought, as one of the psychiatrists noted in April 1945, shortly before the patient was sent home, “that he lacks spontaneity, which he does to a great extent.” In the bottom-right corner on the front of his record, the doctor wrote, under the heading “state upon release,” that the patient had “improved.”

When the young man was discharged, the older woman was still in Oringe, where she had been for more than three years. Upon admission, it was noted that there was no history of insanity in her family that she came from a good background and had trained as a teacher. After working as a teacher, she married a highly educated upper middle class man and had two children. In 1934, she was admitted to hospital for the first time after being diagnosed with “psychogenic depression.” She was then in and out of various psychiatric wards until she was admitted to Oringe, nine years later. Prior to admission, her medical notes described her current state as “depressed, hand-wringing, restless, incessantly talking.”

According to the psychiatrist who examined her in BI, when she was first admitted to Vordingborg, the woman was “very nervous about how it would go.” She was initially described as a difficult patient. Her case notes from January 1943 say: “Is highly vexatious. Shakes and quivers, says she cannot stand being here. Paces up and down the floor, moaning and complaining of gross mistreatment.” However, she was capable of being out of bed during the day and doing needlework, and did not need help with eating, personal hygiene or dressing. She had trouble sleeping and was prescribed sleeping pills, daily doses of chloral hydrate, Medinal or allypropynal. The doctors alternated between these three prescriptions approximately every ten days. When asked, she said that she was “depressed,” and her notes describe her state as “self-pitying and sobbing loudly.” 

Approximately, two months after she was admitted, the doctors began to treat her with Cardiazol shock therapy. After a short series of shocks that did not seem to have any effect, her case notes make no further mention of any other active treatment prior to the lobotomy. At this point in time, her notes at Vordingborg were updated with a new diagnosis—manic-depressive psychosis.

For a while, there was little to indicate any improvement in the patient’s condition. In late 1945, a proposal for a lobotomy was recorded in her notes following a conversation with a doctor: “Arrived today with the usual stereotypical complaint that she cannot stand being here and wants out. When you empathise with her way of thinking and express understanding of how awful she feels, she starts to cry and is gradually calmed by the idea that brain surgery might help her and lead to her being discharged.”

However, the calm brought about by the prospect of a lobotomy was not to last. Some months later, the psychiatrist noted, begrudgingly, that “despite the fact that we have repeatedly spoken to the patient about a transfer to Rigshospitalet for possible surgery […] she still poses the stereotypical old questions about getting out of the hospital as soon as possible.” 

The surgery went ahead in early 1946. The surgeons made “drill holes in both temporal regions,” via which the woman’s “entire white matter was severed.” A few days after the bilateral lobotomy, the surgeons in Copenhagen could not discern “any particular change in psyche compared to before the operation.” Shortly afterwards, she was driven back to Vordingborg by car.

The records from Vordingborg note that she was indeed affected by the lobotomy. “Sleeps most of the day, snores loudly. Involuntary bowel movements and urination,” one of the psychiatrists wrote the day after her return.

The picture was the same the next day: “Lies still, sleeps as soon as she is left to herself. Asked how she feels, she gives the same answer every time: ‘I feel so bad’.” A few days later, a psychiatrist noted that “her thoughts are much the same as before the operation, longing to get away from this terrible place. When asked about her condition, she says ‘not good’, that she is ‘so tired, so tired’.”

“At night she is still incontinent,” one of the psychiatrists wrote a month later, although he did note some improvement. “However, it is hard to escape the impression that she has become livelier in her thinking, not so stereotypically clingy. Still not really happy with her condition, however. Note that she is incapable of work, not even looking after her own clothes. ‘I just can’t anymore.’ All general skills have been lost. This is such a great sorrow for her, as she previously loved such work.”

“Still not in control of her bodily functions, especially urination and especially at night,” another psychiatrist noted, three months after the surgery. “Explains that urges to urinate and defecate are so sudden that she ‘has accidents’. Upset over this, and explains that she ‘struggles with it’.”

Barely five months later, her notes reported another new problem: “Yesterday at 6 pm, while undressing, she had a typical epileptic seizure including unconsciousness. When the seizure began, she fell forward with a cry and hit her head on the floor.”

The patient was first considered for release approximately two years after her lobotomy. The doctors were somewhat cautious in their expectations for her release. In early 1948, she was discharged on probation. A psychiatrist at Oringe assessed her just before she was due to leave: “Her condition is unchanged, very outspoken, but otherwise sensible, reasonable, although often in a childish way, as she keeps asking about the same thing. One does not have the impression that the questions are driven by any affective feelings. On the whole, without emotional depth.

Slightly grubby – a messy eater, something she notices, but ignores. Still incontinent around once a week, and only possible to keep her clean by reminding her to go to the toilet around four times a day.”

After the lobotomy, the woman experienced several of the problems Walter Freeman had mentioned in Copenhagen in 1939, and which were reported in the literature of the day—incontinence, seizures and emotional flatness. However, these symptoms did not play a crucial role in the doctors’ assessment of her condition. Indeed, on her release, one psychiatrist wrote on the front of her record that she had “improved after lobotomy." ...neither of the two patients managed to stay outside the hospital walls for long. By the end of 1946, the young man had been readmitted to Oringe after he became extremely lethargic, stopped eating and could no longer “be cared for at home.” The older woman spent six months at home before she returned to Vordingborg. On the outside, she became “very incontinent” and failed to “take care of herself.” After readmission, both spent several years in hospital before attempts were made to discharge them again."

- Jesper Vaczy Kragh, Lobotomy Nation: The History of Psychosurgery and Psychiatry in Denmark (Springer: 2021) p. 156-162.

[sideshow-tornado]

I’ve done as much hard physical labor in the past two weeks as I have at any other point in my life. Kept reminding myself that destruction or rather deconstruction is an act of creation. I was the first person to sign the walls in the green room: 8/7/2010 after “Little Shop of Horrors” and the last person to sign the wall after the 133rd and final production, “Don’t Rock the Jukebox” (singed after opening night 2/3/2024).

There were so many different types of shows and so many talented people to come and go over the years. Lifelong friendships forged, romances ignited, hearts broken, hearts mended.

Multiple Shakespeare and Molière plays; classic comedies like A Funny Thing Happened on the way to the Forum, Harvey, Arsenic & Old Lace, Blithe Spirit. Stirring dramas like 12 Angry Men, Inherit the Wind, Of Mice & Men, One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Legendary musicals from Rocky Horror Show to Hello Dolly! and Sweeney Todd, Young Frankenstein, Threepenny Opera, A Nightmare Before Christmas.

I was lucky enough to direct the popular farce Noises Off! as well as write several original plays that I directed, including oringal stage adaptations of George Orwell’s “1984” and Dumas’ “The Three Musketeers”.

I got to play Mr. Darcy in another original stage adaptation of a literary classic, “Pride & Prejudice”. We also staged original adaptations of Peter Pan, The Wizard of Oz, Cinderella, Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, Dracula, Frankenstein, Night of the Living Dead, Snow White & the Seven Dwarves and so many more.

There were Christmas plays, summer reading program shows produced for the local library, family shows performed in the park, a series of cabaret shows with music and skits covering an array of topics from Cole Porter, The Beatles, 90s country music, 1940s/50s USO shows, and so on.

Over a half dozen playwrights premiered new plays, and dozens more original plays were produced. We hosted weddings, concerts, birthday parties, special screenings of films including a local film festival that celebrated films shot locally including Hope Floats, Tree of Life, and many smaller independent films and web series. We were a venue for a photography festival for several years. We hosted a recent HBO Production “Life & Death” when they filmed in town.

All that and more. But most importantly we’ve been a theatre and a family. And we will continue to be so. Just somewhere else now.

[joshborthwickfilmblog]

Group 10 Scene recreation - Submarine (2010)

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For our scene recreation we decided to remake a scene from the 2010 film Submarine (directed by Richard Ayoade).

As part of our pre-production, we got everyone together to help breakdown each shot from the film. We disscussed the different angles and shot sizes the oringal scene used as well as the positioning of the lighting sources in certain scenes to make sure we could authetically capture the exact same tone.

One of the challenges we faced is that we couldn't find a dolly track to use for the camera to dolly in towards Oliver on the stairs with his mum. We had an idea, which we eventually scrapped, where we would use an office chair and hoist the tripod on top of it and tape the legs to make it secure however the wheels were unsteady which made the dolly effect look really rocky and unsmooth.

(Above: first image of the breakdown from the over the shoulder shot of Jill)

Once we had broken down how we would approach the techincal side of the shoot, we needed to scout for the right location. The location we ended up using was our friends house (Jaime). On the day I was free from studying, I decided to pay my friend a visit so I could take some reccee photos of the layout of the stairs, which is where most of the scene would take place.

(Above: recce shots of my friends stairs for the stair sequence)

Before we started shooting, we organised a powerpoint shot list of of the original film. Instead of shooting in continuty, I suggested that we should shoot the stairs sequence first. The reason for this was because I felt that this sequence was the most complex to frame and light due to how tight the space was, which meant that we would have needed as much time on day one to get the sequence right.

Its also worth noting that my friends family were present on location when we were shooting, so we would have had to make sure that we weren't disrupting their time.

(Above: continous master shot from 9 to 12 intercut between shots 10 and 11)

By starting with a master shot first, this helped us cover the entire geography of the scene with where the characters are postioned. A benefit for this is if our group ran behind schedule or if one of the actors had to drop out, we at least had a useable shot where all the actors are present in the scene.

[ofsupernovcs]

Finn would be exiled from that party before he enetered the door. Not that he deserved but knowing his family-. The oringal stuck in yet another body was hoping to avoid any of them , Mikaelsons felt like a bacteria that would never die. Finn resisted the urge to punch the familiar face right then and there. Kol always the loudmouth. Finn smiled. "It depends who you kill?" Finn remarked taking a sip of his drink. "Killing a random human seems meangingless."

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : @exitiumstarters

one's who calls kol mikaelson the life of the party would be usually correct , but there was something about this particular one that had even him restraining from his usual antics . two drinks in and the original was already bored , awaiting for something far more exciting to happen . with the dramatic sigh of the decade , the original turns towards the person he's found himself next to , needing attention . " on a scale from one to a thousand , how worth it would it be if i just slathered a few humans here for dinner ? "

[winterrnighttsposts]

Mikaelson family

[lilgynt]

Everyday. Everyday i unwillingly realize things

[justafairytailofinnocence]

If you were a volturi queen and are in love with carlisle cullen👑💖

You would oringally be joined as one of the volturis queens.

Before carlisle left you oringally had feelings him, you held every conversation as a deep memory.

Carlisle would find you the only one who isn't cruel.

You weren't the cruellest even marcus stating "your empathy is something to behold"

You quote carlisle as "we may never end up in happiness, he is my eternal bliss"

Carlisle feels guilty for the killings from the volturi.

When bella and Edward talk about the volturi, Carlisle stated you as "she was the kindest out of the coven, she truly knew what empathy meant".

Out of the kings you spoke to marcus the most only because you remind him of Didyme.

Aro would use you against your will due to your gift.

Caius would be aggravated, your kindness to the mortal world disgusts him.

Jane and Alec would protect you, you aren't as free to roam as you please.

You would write to carlisle everyday hoping the letters would reach him.

Your gift would be held special to the volturi that is until you would rebel and join carlisle.

Sulpicia and Athendora would be like your sisters in a way.

You would find out Carlisle had found a mate and it devastated you.

It was described as "she had never seen the light, it was only a matter of time before her candle blew out".

You stood in your room for days and days not saying anything, essentially you finally understood what heartbreak meant.

Your happiness and kindness was no more as you felt still and melancholy.

After some years later, you reconciled with carlisle, it was like the light within you reignited.

Even if Carlisle had a mate you were still in love with him and you always were.

Aro still had connections with carlisle after he left. You would chat to him about the recent encounters about the family.

Some parts you leave secret out of respect.

Carlisle would talk to esme about you.

You were the only one that lacked a mate and despite this, you sought out to tell carlisle your feelings.

When bella and Edward entered the castle, you noticed Edward was carlisles son.

Bella noticed you and thought "she was younger then the three, she was kinder and when she spoke, her voice sounded empathetic".

Carlisle thinks about you everyday and even somehow misses your presence.

When you had heard the Cullen's had done a crime, you didn't beileve it.

In the snow, you saw carlisle with his family and your heart skipped a beat.

In Alice's vision you broke out into a fight, when Aro had decapitated carlisles head you heard esme shriek.

You ran to him with a distraught look and pain cries had formed.

You kiss carlisles head and hold him tightly as everyone fights around you.

When Alice had finished showing the vision, Aro decided he would rather not die and dismissed the actions of the Cullen's.

You had briefly looked at carlisle one last time before smiling silently to yourself.

You silently walk up to him and start to chat.

He would ask you to join his family knowing Aro may not agree.

You would finally accept and leave the volturi coven to be with the man you love.

Your more happier to be free and be surrounded by warmer people.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

Headcanon requests: open

[umberonstarlight]

Hey awareness post reblog would help

So I'm Aromantic in Queerplatonic relationships

But the thing is when I tell people this they act shocked or question why in relationship with someone and ask I'm dating someone if I'm Aromantic or Say Ace and Aro people are lonely people alive which is not true here thing people don't understand because school and society dont talk about this ypu can be relationship without have attraction you think want spend life with someone and being affectionate and carrying about other person and being very close term with the other nothing stopping you for having that just people need to do research when come this because it not talk about by people enough spread this message QUEERPLATONIC LOVE IT NORMAL AND SHOULD BE TALK ABOUT MORE AND ACCPETED MORE

Progress should made in accepting the LGBTQ and AroAce community so please spreaf the word about Queerplatonic relationships and help educate people about this help people leanr and understand and normalise Queerplatonic love because it should be normal not everuthing need be about romantic stuff or being attracted and stuff love is not that love carry about some and what be around them to support them and be there not matter want and accpeting them no matter how they are and chose to identify or label themself it who they are should grow to love but doesnt need mean it about attraction love taught in family situation it about carry and support and love the people that care and support and want live with you and help you that what about not every thing need be about romantic stuff that not how life is all about so please spread this and help educate and help other understand about Queerplatonic relationship because it should normalised for people and should be there to help people learn

Also as some Queerplatonic if want please use this flag I made if want to show supprot and stuff for this community or the oringal flags

Also AroAce people add though on to this and supporter reblog and share the message and like and loom other AroAce people reply to as well

[bunzeezilla]

Hey I just stumbled on your ask blog and was wondering what the story behind dead code is?? I didn’t see a post about it but I might just be blind lol

Okay, time to sit down and actually explain a little bit So dead code is being re-worked into something a bit different I really really love symbolism and I thought it would be cool to add in bugs [heheh game bugs]

So this au is basically like [the short ex] Monsters are trapped underground, a big hallowed out world that looks similar to how the above looked. There was light in some places, no sun or moon or real stars, just some distant foggy light here and there. The place use to have so many monsters, it was full of life. Though if you know about a certain experiment [it was a humane ofc], it turns out living underground without seeing the sun or having a clock can lead to madness. Which in this case lead to more of the older monsters 'passing away'. The underground is now made up of a few older monsters and a few newer ones that were able to 'adapt' to their living condition. Chracters- The oldest monsters around are Toriel [Taurus] and Asgore[Aris], the king and ex queen. And to add to the royal family is their son, Asriel[The prince], being one of the middle to newer monsters. Another older monster is the royal scientist, Wing Dings[Marlett]. Beside him is his 'apprentice' Alphys[Al], the second youngest adult monsters of the group. Then there's Undyne[Dyne/Serilda], the chief of the royal army and is considered a newer monster.

But who could forget the brother? Sans [noto] and Papyrus [Rosemary], Sans being older then Al and Dyne while Papyrus is the youngest adult monster of the group.

Humans? Frisk[Icarus/Isaac] is the youngest overall. As for Chara? It's uncertain since they're a special case but they seem to be slightly older then Asriel. Two paths. One being that path of closure [good ending] The other is a path of corruption [bad ending] Maybe sooner of later, I'll be able to sit down and write/draw out both. But for now, the most you can know is that Frisk fell underground. And the place they ended up in was not as happy as the oringal underground is. The more times they die, the more the world around them starts to break. And the more broken the world is, the more stronger and present Chara becomes.

No is really good or evil in this story, well they are, but it's less of black and white and more of many shades of grey.

I hope this long and pry overly dramatic post that is SUPER late help clear things up.

[mtgc858]

(So sorry for any smelling errors or bad grammer,I have trouble spelling right despite my age)

Spoliers for S.B

Fnaf sb swap au idea :)

Monty Gator=Glamrock Freddy.

[Glamrock Monty]

Monty Gator is the leader of the band and is slightly shorter than the canon Monty, He is very kind and polite like canon G.Freddy but he is also very tough and will stand up for himself.

Glamrock Freddy=Monty Gator

[G.Freddy Fazbear]

This Freddy is very tough and a loud bear, He is very agressive like canon Monty but isn't as grumpy.

He dislikes Monty cause of how Freddys name is after the oringal Freddy fazbear so he thinks he needs to be the star like the org.

Roxanne Wolf=Glamrock Chica

[Glamrock Roxanne]

Roxy has a smelling glitch so she can smell any food from afar even behind walls or in another part of the mall, She will look through the trash to find little things that she can use as put in a small pile im her room as a trophy.

She has a kind personality and is very shy in reality and likes to be on her own, She has low self of steam like canon Roxy but not about her beauty but for her behavor.

Glamrock Chica=Roxanne Wolf

[Chica GlamStar]

Chica is like canon Roxy with her personality and loves talking to herself in mirrors or just anywere,She loves pizza but she won't eat trash like canon Glamrock Chica but she likes comparing herself to the other animatronics mostly Roxy about her manners and such which makes Roxy upset and have more lowself of steam.

Gregory=Vanny+Vannesa

[Gregory]

Gregory is 19 (Almost 20) years old and played the vr game and ended up being courrupted by Glitch Bear,He wears a Black bear suit looking like nightmare from fnaf 4.

Gregory also works as the Nightgaurd (Off of the whole Vannesa being Vanny thory thingy) and is pretty much a angsty teen that hates littlw kids lol.

Vannesa=Gregory

[Vannesa]

She is a 7 year old who was left behind by her parents so she became a orphan, She is very nervous but also sassy at the same time,She feels bad for brakeing the animatronics than canon Gregory and wants to help rebuild them even though she is a little kid.

She was scared of Gregory from the start as she didn't trust him but in the good ending she gets adopted by him and he rebuilt the animatronics.

William=Michael Afton

[William Afton]

William aftom was a nice guy and never killed kids but made the animatronics like canon,But after the bite of 83 by Michael putting Elizabeth in Springbonnie's mouth he was just happy she survived but soon after Micheal when missing,To William's shock he found out Micheal actully wanted to hurt others with the animatronics to which William got Micheal sent to prison.

After Micheal was set free he wanted revenge and sent a letter to William to meet him at the underground pizzaria to which made him get scooped and start to rot even though he wasn't dead.

William along with Henry and the rest of his family had to stop Micheal so he didn't harm more others,After the fnaf 6 fire he ecaped and put his mind in the vr game to hide away from his family to which he met Gregory.

Micheal Afton=William Afton

[Just explained his info in william's info]

Hope you like this swap au :)

[pamgkrthwrites]

I try to keep my Star Wars writing to my Adam Driver stab blog but I have an amazing BNHA AU.

Jedi!Bakugou x Bounty Hunter!Reader.

Like imagine it bro.

This would have to happen in old republic. For casuals Old Public would be before the Rule of 2 so the Sith Empire had more than just 2 sith. The Sith Empire was also called Brotherhood of Darkness, Sith Brotherhood, and Sith Army. Darth Bane was part of this army and he formed the rule of two. So we are talking about 1000 years before Anakin Skywalker is even born.

I just love the lore man I could talk for our about how R2D2 is the chosen one but we ain’t here for that.

My Headcanons for Jedi Bakugou with his Bounty Hunter Sweetheart. Only Angst.

Jedi Bakugou was on a mission to help a planet that seemed to be in the line of sight of the Sith Empire.

He was oringally going to go on his own like many fellow Jedi did to slow down the Sith Empire but the Jedi Order felt as if Bakugou was needed to handle this planet.

Bakugou was highly skilled in his light saber and had a bit of a temper but others would be surpised how loyal he was to the Jedi Order.

Bakugou was however also highly skilled in bombs. He knew had to make them with very little, knew how to take them apart fast with no one getting hurt, and even found a way for the force to let him blow stuff up when putting in the effect.

When he arrived the people of planet introduced him to you as you were hired by a town to keep them safe.

He wasn’t happy with this and wanted to yell at the people that he could work on his own. However he knew you were hired before the Jedi Council even started thinking about this planet. You also seemed helpful with children so that was a plus.

Something drew him to you when you were around the children. You were so kind and soft spoken. It was like the small memories he did have with his parents before he was sent away to the order.

He remembered his mother crying the day he left even though she was tough to him. He could sense how upset his father was but his father put on a happy face and told him how much he loved Katsuki.

Being around you made him concider him visiting his parents after this mission, even if it was not the Jedi way.

Bakugou started learning a lot about you with your time together. You always read the mission before agreeing to go a bounty and had a strict rule that you wouldn’t hurt kids.

Bakugou started having an attraction towards you and tried to burry in. He wasn’t allowed to feel this way, and he had to move on.

He couldn’t though. The force was drawing him to you. He wanted to spend every second with you.

That was until the day the Jedi Council told him the Sith Empire didn’t seem to be heading in that way and so was told he would be doing a secret mission instead.

When he came to inform you, he couldn’t help himself and made a move on you.

He knew it was wrong, but you were a good person pushed in a bad spot.

In other words, he was horny.

The day met you Bakugou you felt an attraction to him. You didn’t really care if he was a Jedi, these were just feelings.

You justified in your mind that what you were doing was a game and didn’t hurt anyone but yourself so you allowed yourself to tease and flirt with him.

But the day he came to your camp and told you he was being sent away your heart broke apart.

But you noticed how Bakugou was coming onto you, so you took the chance to have him.

The sex was slow and sad but yet passionate. You two would probaly never meet again and so the sadness was in the air.

After Bakugou left it was only a few months later the sith started tuning onto each other and wasn’t seen as big of a threat anymore.

You took up other jobs again and started being hired for mostly rescue jobs of children, or kidnapped citizens.

It wasn’t long for you and Bakugou to bump into each other again.

It was… awkward to say the least.

If you had it your way you would’ve run up to him and hugged him.

But he had other Jedi around him so he would probaly get angry.

You were driving away at high speed after rescuing a young lady from Naboo when a Jedi landed on the front of your vehicle.

It was a green hair boy with a green lightsaber. It made you flinched and you turned your vehicle at the high speed you were doing and he fell off soon after.

You started to worry what sort of lady you were rescuing. You sped away to your starship and loaded the lady in. You saw 3 Jedi approaching fast. The green haired on, one with half white half red hair and… Bakugou.

Your heart stopped as you saw him. You had a helmet on so he couldn’t recognise you.

The Jedi thought you were the person who kidnapped the lady.

And to be honest, Bakugou couldn’t let his mind forget you.

Chasing this bounty Hunter who refused to shoot at Jedi made him think of you, but he hadn’t yet realised why.

When you flew off and quickly went into light speed Todoroki threw a tracker onto your ship.

They followed you as fast as they could and were very surpised you took the child home.

The hid outside of the home and listen in and were surpised to hear the family hired you to rescue their daughter.

Bakugou was even more shocked to hear your voice after you took off you helmet.

You would recognise your voice from anywhere and so his heart ached to be with you once again.

“Com’on, she was only hired to return here. We probaly lost the kidnapper so let’s try to gain back ground.” Bakugou grumbled.

Todoroki and Midorya felt Bakugou through the force.

Bakugou walked away that day, with only wanting to talk to you once again.

But he would never see that day ever again.

[unsaidholland]

🦦: for Harrison where the reader is oringally from Canada but moved to London. Harrison hears from either Tom or Harry that she’s planning to move back to Canada due to a job opportunity. He gets really sad and upset but unknown to haz she turned it down. The reader asks why he’s so down and he says yeah The girl I love is moving away and idk something cute hope this made sense Congrats on the followers

thanks anon!

ngl when i was writing this i was listening to miserable at best by mayday parade and the chorus highkey inspired this blurb oops

🦦- blurb request!

miserable at best | h. osterfield

you were originally from toronto, but you had moved out to london for uni. after getting your degree in marketing and finance, you found a job in london and began to settle down. you had already had a place, and living in london was much cheaper than living in toronto, so it just made more sense to live there as a broke university graduate. you didn’t want to leave your friends either, but what often got to you at times was how far you were from your family. at the end of the day, you were happy in london, and because you were happy, so were your parents.

you met harrison when you were in your second year of university. after getting to know him and all of his friends and family, the two of you quickly became a will they, won’t they situation. everyone thought that you would get together, and at your graduation, he finally found the courage to ask you out. five years later, you and harrison were still happily together.

the corporation you worked for had an office back in canada that was offering you a very good job offer. you would be the head of the marketing department, but the issue was you would be leaving your friends, but most importantly you would be leaving harrison. the job paid well, and they would have covered all moving expenses had you decided to move. they even had a very nice house for you to live in, but it wasn’t appealing to you. the job offer was undeniably better than the job that you currently had, but your whole life, minus your family of course, was now here in london. how could you leave them?

harrison was hanging out with tom and the twins at the pub. they had just finished a round of beers, and were currently waiting on their second round. they were deep in conversation, talking about tom having to fly to yet another country for filming.

“speaking of working abroad, did y/n tell you yet?” tom asked. harrison furrowed his brows, confusion painting his face.
“tell me what?” tom immediately knew he fucked up, and the twins internally cringed knowing what was going to come next. who could blame tom? he couldn’t keep anything from his best friend. “tom, tell me.” harrison needed to know. were you leaving too? what was going on? everything was going well between the two of you, right?
sam sighed before saying, “y/n got offered a job, but she would have to move to montreal.” harrison swore his whole world stopped for a moment, before sam spoke up again, breaking his heart. “i think she’s taking it mate.”

how could harrison live without you?

•••

later that night, harrison came back home to your shared apartment to see you sitting on the couch. you physically looked nervous, shaking your leg, and with the way your head shot up as soon as harrison opened the door, he knew that something big was going to happen.

“hi haz,” you said. you struggled to find some sort of calmness to your voice. you knew he was going to freak out because you didn’t tell him even though you knew that a decision this big was supposed to be made by the both of you, but you also knew that no matter what offer your boss had given you, if it was away from harrison, you wouldn’t have taken it. “i have something to tell you.”

harrison’s face fell. he walked to the kitchen, getting a glass of water, wanting to avoid what he thought was about to happen. his heart was already partially broken, only hanging together by a thread of hope. he knew you were going to take the job offer as soon as the boys had told him, but he didn’t know if he was going to be able to live without you.

“harrison what’s wrong?” you asked, joining him in the kitchen. you hopped up onto the counter as he closed the fridge door, then turning around to face you while leaning back on to the sliver door.

“i love you, so why are you leaving me?” his words confused you. when did you ever say you were going to leave him? you hadn’t even told him about the job offer. everything suddenly clicked in your mind. after five years of dating, the boys had become your best friends as well, so it made sense for you to confide in them with this decision.

“yes, i was given a job offer in montreal, but i didn’t take it h.” he looked right into your eyes instead of at the cabinets behind you.

“you didn’t?” you hopped off the counter to walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, bodies still apart. you shook your head.

“i couldn’t leave the one thing that i can’t live without,” you said, smiling at him. “i couldn’t leave you haz.” it was his turn to smile now.

“thank god,” he exclaimed, sighing in relief. he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you flush against his body. “i cant live without you either. without you i’d be miserable at best i think”

the warmth of his body made you smile some more. this was home. not london, but wherever he was.