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Where There's Smoke, Pt. 2

Story Summary and Content - 6,121 words. Mitchell succumbs to a heart attack amidst a house fire. Heart attack, asthma, smoke inhalation, on-site resuscitation, Stryker LUCAS 3. Male and female victims.

Part One

Larissa

“Alright,” she said, pushing back her chair. Mark and Samuel both waggled their eyebrows at her, but she shook her head. “You can all keep playing, but that was my last round. I need to get some sleep or l will be useless tomorrow. We’ve been playing this forever.”

Samuel groaned.

“Don’t start in on her, Sam,” Angie said, wagging her finger at him. “The rest of us don’t have Peter Pan Syndrome.”

“I am a grown ass man with a marriage and a Fortune 500 company,” Samuel said, sticking his tongue out at Angie.

“Thanks for mentioning me first, babe,” Mark said, grinning.

“Tomorrow’s gonna come early,” Booker interjected, winking at Larissa.

Larissa sniffed, wondering why the air seemed a lot smokier than it had just moments before. She didn’t think the breeze had changed direction. The smoke smell burned down her throat and into her lungs, making her chest tight.

“Larissa?” Angie asked, sounding uncertain. Booker tipped his head back, raising his eyebrows.

Larissa blinked, and laughed. The laugh turned into a short series of coughs. “Ugh. I need to go to bed. I’m zoning out.”

“Does one of us need to haul you up the stairs?” Samuel asked, winking at her.

Larissa rolled her eyes. “No, I’ve got it, thanks.”

Mark looked a little more serious. Sometimes, he seemed to worry almost as much as Mitchell. “You’re okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m just going to get ready for bed and try not to wake Mitchell.”

“Alright,” he said. “Sleep well!”

Larissa limped toward the house, clearing her throat and thinking she should probably use her inhaler before she tried to sleep. Mitchell certainly wouldn’t get any rest if he woke up and heard her wheezing.

To Larissa’s surprise, when she entered the house, she felt like she’d walked into the fire pit. It was hot, smelling strongly of smoke. In fact…

Larissa started coughing, her throat and lungs spasming as she drew in the smoky air. She took several steps back toward the door, and flipped on a light.

The first thing she saw was smoke billowing from downstairs, drawing up one staircase and wrapping around and up to the next as though the stairs were a chimney. Even on the middle floor, the air was thick with smoke. The far end of the open floor plan was completely blocked from view.

While she stood there, coughing and staring in shock, she heard a thud from upstairs.

“Mitchell!” she wheezed.

She didn’t think to exit the house and call for help. Instead, she forced herself toward the stairs, hauling herself up. By the time she reached the top, her head spun, and she coughed so hard she thought she might vomit.

Larissa dropped to her hands and knees on the landing, wincing in pain as her sore knee dug into the hardwood floor. Her head ached, and she hadn’t been able to draw a proper breath since she’d come inside.

Worse still was the pace of her heart, racing dangerously in her chest.

Have to check on Mitchell…

She dragged herself down the hall and into their room. It took her thirty seconds to find him. His eyes were open, flicking across her face as she leaned over him. He clutched at his chest, his red eyes going unfocused in the seconds since she’d found him.

Larissa grabbed his shoulders, wheezing, trying to shift his weight.

Mitchell went limp and his eyes emptied of life, staring blankly into the smoke. Larissa pressed her fingers into his neck, searching for a pulse.

Searching.

No, no, no…

Larissa felt a hard kick to her chest, and tried to suck in a breath. Her airway spasmed, and her mind whirled, her vision blurring.

What…

Mitchell…

Another kick to the chest, and she fell across Mitchell’s prone body, her lips numb.

Can’t breathe… ICD can’t fix… that…

Mark

“One more round?” he asked, looking around the table. “We all have to get up early tomorrow.”

“I’ll be feeling like an old man tomorrow if we stay up much later,” Booker said.

“Maybe we should just call it a night?” Angie asked. “Larissa had the right idea, I think.”

Mark looked over at his husband. Samuel had become distracted, a slight frown on his face.

“What is it?” Mark asked, reaching over to rub his arm. “You good?”

“It’s… very smoky by the house,” Samuel said. The group turned to look, peering into the dark.

Mark squinted. “What is—”

Booker gasped, pushing his chair back from the table. “Shit! The house is on fire!”

Booker was right. Mark could see an orange glow from the basement windows, and a heavy cloud of smoke rising around the house.

“I’m calling 9-1-1,” Angie said, jumping to her feet, her phone already to her ear. “Maybe they can still save it—”

“MITCHELL!” Samuel shouted, his chair overturning as he scrambled to his feet. “Fuck—Mitchell and Larissa are in there!”

Then he took off toward the far end of the house. Mark chased after him, his heart sinking as they came around the back.

He hadn’t been able to tell when they were by the fire pit, but as they got closer, he could see black smoke boiling up the side of the house, obscuring the exterior lighting and the stars above.

“The French doors!” he shouted, coughing as he got a face full of smoke. “Sam, we can get into their room that way!”

The small group rounded the end of the house, taking the steps to the deck two at a time. The light on the side of the house flickered, but Mark could see smoke roiling against the inside of the glass doors.

Samuel jerked on the handle, cursed. Before Mark could react, his husband kicked the center of the doors hard, right where the latch and locking mechanism were installed.

After the fourth kick, the wood splintered and one of the panes cracked, and Samuel jerked the door open. Smoke boiled out and into their faces. Mark pulled his shirt over his nose and mouth, took a deep breath, and ran into the smoke.

His eyes started streaming. He staggered about briefly, unable to spot them in the chaos. A few long seconds passed in terror and silence.

The silence confused him. Why can’t I hear the smoke detectors?

Mark found them on the other side of the bed. The lamplight was dimmed by the smoke, but he spotted them curled up together on the floor. Mitchell lay on his back, eyes open, unmoving. Larissa sprawled across him, limp and unresponsive when Mark shook her shoulder. He reached over and patted Mitchell hard on the cheek, but neither stirred.

Mark scooped Larissa up in his arms and pivoted, his lungs burning, his shoulder and Larissa’s legs clipping Samuel on their way out of the door. Larissa was limp, her head tipped back over his arm.

Angie met him on the deck, hovering as he coughed and spat. “Do you need help on the steps? 9-1-1 says fire and medical will be here soon!”

“I’ve got her, she—” Larissa’s torso gave a strange little jerk. He glanced down at her, still moving toward the steps. “Larissa?”

She didn’t respond to his voice. Mark cleared his throat and made his way down the steps. He could hear Booker and Samuel behind him, coughing and hacking as they hauled Mitchell out of the burning house.

Mark carried Larissa several feet past the end of the steps and then laid her carefully in the grass, cradling her head. The night was dark, but he could just see her wan face in the moonlight. He leaned over her, his ear close to her lips. His own lungs were burning, eyes weeping.

Samuel and Booker spilled down the stairs, quickly lowering Mitchell to the ground a few feet away from Larissa.

“How are they?” Angie called. “The operator is asking if they’re breathing!”

Mark didn’t feel any puff of breath from Larissa’s lips. He adjusted the angle of her airway, waiting a few more seconds.

“She’s not breathing!” Mark called back. He had a brief moment where he considered starting chest compressions, but he decided to give her breaths first. He pinched Larissa’s nose closed. “I think her ICD fired a couple of minutes ago!”

As Mark sealed his mouth over Larissa’s, he heard Samuel say: “Oh, God! He doesn’t have a pulse! Booker, can you start CPR? I’m going to get the AED!”

Mark forced a breath into Larissa, noting as he did so that there was a fair amount of resistance, her chest slow to rise. He broke the seal and shouted: “Samuel, be careful!”

“—going into the house to get the AED,” Angie said into the phone, sounding agitated. “I know that’s not safe, but neither one of them is breathing, and—”

Mark gave Larissa another breath, then traced the line of her ribcage through her shirt, searching for his landmark. As he forced his hands down between her full breasts, he looked up to see Booker performing compressions on Mitchell.

The muscles in Booker’s arms bulged as he thrust his hands into Mitchell’s sternum, the force tipping Mitchell’s head to the side. Moonlight glinted off his staring eyes. His shoulders and hands twitched, his feet rocking, stomach distending with each forceful chest compression.

“…ten! One, two, three…” The same effects were happening to Larissa’s lifeless form underneath him. He could hear a light wheezing sound from between Larissa’s lips, watched her stomach bulging through her shirt.

“The operator says to just do compressions,” Angie said. “Not to worry about rescue breathing!”

Mark counted quietly, aware of Booker doing the same a few feet away. Larissa and Mitchell remained unresponsive, their skin ashen even in the moonlight.

Mark’s own heart was pounding from exertion and fear. He was afraid for Mitchell and Larissa, possibly dead from smoke inhalation. And he was worried about Samuel, who was apparently planning to run back into the burning house to retrieve the AED.

“…three, four, five…”

“…will be coming back with an AED,” he heard Angie say. “But we only have one… Yes, one of them has an ICD… put the AED on the one who doesn’t?”

Fuck. Mark briefly closed his eyes. He hoped Larissa’s ICD was working, and would help her. He imagined trying to explain that to Mitchell if they got him back and not her.

“…nine, ten! One, two, three…”

“Shit, I think I just broke his rib, Angie!” Booker called out. “Fuck!”

“It happens!” Mark called out. “Don’t stop! One, two, three…”

He heard Samuel coughing before he saw him, and then Samuel slid in between Mitchell and Larissa, a red case in hand. “Got it!” he croaked.

Booker’s shoulders bobbed relentlessly as Samuel unzipped the case.

The AED powered on automatically. Mark tried to keep his focus on Larissa, but he couldn’t help but watch as Samuel cut Mitchell’s shirt up the center, exposing his chest to the night air. Then he found the kit’s razor and shaved a patch of hair from Mitchell’s right pectoral, just below his clavicle.

“Apply pads!” the device called out.

“I’m going to put you on speaker,” Angie said. “I’m going to spell my brother!”

She laid the phone in the grass, and Mark heard the operator say: “EMS is two minutes out!”

“Let me take over for a couple of minutes,” Angie said, kneeling at Larissa’s other side, hands clasping together.

Mark lifted his hands and leaned back, watching as his sister’s hands fell in the same spot and she rocked her shoulders over her wrists. Then she started pumping the lifeless chest, making Larissa’s breasts wobble beneath her clothing. “One, two, three….”

Mark stood, wanting to be able to monitor them both. Samuel smoothed the second pad on Mitchell’s chest, and then the device called out: “Analyzing heart rhythm! Do not touch patient!”

Booker and Samuel both leaned back from Mitchell, hands raised.

“…three, four—What the hell was that?!” Angie shouted. Mark looked down; his sister was still performing forceful chest compressions on Larissa. “Was that her ICD? I gather it can’t hurt us or I would be on my ass!”

“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient! Shock advised. Charging!”

“Did her chest jerk?” Mark asked.

“If the patient with the implanted cardioverter-defibrillator is still unresponsive and not breathing,” the operator’s tinny voice said, “continue compression-only CPR.”

“Shock ready. Do not touch patient. Do not touch patient. Shock administered in three, two, one.” Mark darted his eyes back over to Mitchell, watching as his friend’s torso flinched. “Shock delivered. Continue CPR for two minutes!”

“I’ll go another round,” Booker said, forcing his hands down into Mitchell’s sternum. “You’re still coughing up a lung! Come on, Mitchell! One, two, three…”

Mark suddenly heard a gasp from below him, and a series of weak coughs. Angie leaned back and Mark dropped back to his knees by Larissa, reaching for her as she let out a sputtering wheeze.

“Larissa! Hey, take another breath for us, okay? Open your eyes!” Mark tipped her head back, holding her airway open and watching with a mixture of relief and concern as her throat worked and her mouth gaped.

“Can she breathe?” Angie asked.

Mark watched Larissa’s weakening struggle for a few seconds before he leaned over her, pinched her nose, and gave her a series of five rescue breaths. He watched her chest rise and fall, and then released her nose, pulling back several inches.

Larissa’s chest rose again of her own accord.

She was breathing, though the breaths were shallow and noisy, with a pronounced wheeze on the exhale. Her eyes remained closed.

Mark patted her cheek. “Come on, Larissa, you’re doing a great job. I need you to open your eyes, though.”

His own eyes drifted a few feet away. Mitchell’s eyes were still open, empty as they gazed toward Mark and Larissa. His chin bobbed as the force of Booker’s compressions rocked his body.

“I hear the sirens!” Angie shouted, scrambling to her feet. “I’m going down to the drive so they can find us!”

“Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!” Booker and Samuel raised their hands. “Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient!”

“Huh…” Larissa made a small noise and Mark looked down in time to see her reddened eyes open. She gazed up at him blankly, slow-witted and disoriented.

“Shock advised! Charging! Do not touch patient!”

Larissa frowned. She was barely breathing, and he could see fear rising through the confusion in her eyes.

Mark grasped her shoulder. “Help is coming. You’re going to be okay!”

“Shock ready. Do not touch patient. Do not touch patient. Shock administered in three, two, one.”

Larissa wheezed, and then her head tipped to the side, her face turning toward Mitchell as his torso spasmed.

“Shock delivered. Continue CPR for two minutes.” Samuel, his back to Mark, started compressions. Mitchell was still staring lifeless back at them.

Larissa made a strangled sound, her back bowing, hands tearing at the grass. Mark took her face in his hands, tried to pull her gaze up and away from Mitchell’s dead eyes. He loved them both, but he couldn’t do anything for Mitchell. Mitchell would want him to take care of Larissa.

“Larissa. Look at me. Hey, I need you to focus on breathing…” Mark felt her shudder, saw tears stream from her eyes. “I know. I know. I’m so sorry! Samuel and Booker are helping Mitchell, okay? And the ambulance is almost here—”

Larissa’s chest jerked again, and she was quiet and still for several seconds, an odd look passing over her face. To Mark’s relief, she gulped in another breath.

The night filled with lights and sirens. Mark willed them to hurry, keenly aware both of his husband pumping Mitchell’s chest and of his sister-in-law on the ground, barely moving air.

Then Angie was back, and they were surrounded by medics and firefighters.

“You’re going to be okay!” Mark told Larissa as a medic shuffled him to the side.

Someone set up a construction light, and medics took over for Booker and Samuel. Samuel found Mark immediately, grasping his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Everything moved faster and faster.

Mark saw a tall paramedic with burly arms take over chest compressions on Mitchell. His compressions were even more forceful than Booker’s had been, forcing Mitchell’s stomach out and popping his shoulders.

Larissa’s team of medics were undressing and bagging her. He didn’t know if she’d stopped breathing again, or if they were trying to supplement her efforts.

“They’re going to intubate him,” Samuel said, his voice hoarse. The sound of a screaming monitor suddenly filled the air, and Mark heard one of the medics call for epinephrine.

“…losing her airway! I want you to—”

Mark didn’t know where to look. The medic with burly arms was still forcing his hands hard into Mitchell’s sternum. He could see the other medics moving around him, administering medication and sliding a laryngoscope blade down his throat.

On the other side, a crew swarmed around Larissa, watching the monitor, administering meds. Mark saw a medic kneeled by her head, carefully open her airway, and snap open a laryngoscope.

“…losing her pressure, now, need a bolus of—”

“He’s in v-fib, charging to three-sixty!”

“I’m in!”

“She’s bradycardic, uncertain what kind of device she has. Administering atropine —”

“Pause compressions, everyone clear! Administering shock!” Mitchell’s body jerked, and an athletic female paramedic leaned in, taking over compressions. The alarm had changed, and Mark heard someone say: “He’s asystolic. Administering another—”

“Sir?” A woman with a clipboard stepped in front of him. “Next of kin?”

“I’m Mitchell’s brother,” Samuel said. “Larissa is my sister-in-law.”

“We’re going to transport both of them soon.”

“To West Allen General?” Samuel sounded hoarse and wheezy, and he coughed after he spoke.

“Yes, sir. What’s your name?”

“Samuel. That’s my brother and his wife. Are… are they continuing efforts, or—” Samuel clung to Mark’s hands, squeezing them hard.

“Yes, sir. I do have to tell you that they are both very sick—”

“I understand that!” Samuel snapped, and then Mark felt him sway.

“Woah, Sam, sit down!” Mark urged his husband to sit down on the grass, bracing him with his arms. In front of them, the medics lowered a gurney next to Larissa and prepared to move her onto it. Mitchell continued to receive forceful compressions and breaths from the bag.

The woman with the clipboard kneeled in front of them, setting the clipboard in the grass and reaching out to grasp Samuel’s arm, pressing her fingers into the inside of his wrist.

“Take a few slow breaths for me, Samuel,” she said. “I know you’re under a lot of stress.”

Larissa’s crew of medics lifted her together, moving her from the ground to the gurney. Then they raised the gurney, locking it into place.

Samuel took a deep breath and started coughing, prompting the medic to reach for the stethoscope around her neck. She slipped the buds into her ears.

“I’m just going to take a quick listen.” She moved to his side and slipped the bell underneath Samuel’s shirt, pressing it to his back and instructing him to take a series of deep breaths.

“Still asystolic, administering vasopressin. Kelly, switch with Tina!”

“Gary!” The medic checking out Samuel called out over her shoulder. “Take this one with you. His name is Samuel. Next of kin to our other patients. Wheezing, possible inflammation; he needs O2 and a breathing treatment. Sir, I’m sorry to make you walk, but—”

“Mark…” Samuel started coughing and shook his head. The paramedic was helping him to his feet, and Samuel looked distressed.

“I’ll stay with Mitchell, Sam,” Mark said, reaching over to press his hand to Samuel’s chest. “Take care of yourself. And Larissa.”

“Booker and I will head on to the hospital,” Angie said. “Do you have your keys?”

“I do—Samuel!” The medics were already leading him after Larissa’s gurney, so Mark jogged a few steps closer and gave him a quick kiss. “I love you!”

“Love you…”

And then Mark was alone with his dying friend and the yard full of strangers trying to revive him. Samuel would be okay, but it was strange to know he was headed to the hospital in an ambulance while Mark stayed behind. And he had no idea what was happening with Larissa, now.

Mark crouched on the periphery, elbows on his knees and his hands pressed to his mouth. While he’d been with Samuel, the medics had unpacked a mechanical chest compression device. Mark knew what it was from an older news clip, but he’d never seen one used before.

Oh, Mitchell…

The medics paused compressions long enough to lift Mitchell’s torso off the ground, one of them holding his head upright as another slid a small backboard beneath him. Then they lowered him back to the ground, the backboard pushing his chest an inch higher. An arched piece clipped into the backboard.

The medic holding an ambu bag fastened it to the end of Mitchell’s endotracheal tube while the burly medic lowered what looked like a plunger to Mitchell’s sternum. Mark heard the whooshing sound of the bag.

The burly medic pushed a button, and the machine kicked on, loud as it slammed the cup into Mitchell’s chest, his sternum sinking in response.

Nn-hit, nn-hit, nn-hit…

Mark shuddered, feeling like someone had just doused him with ice water. The machine was efficient, and with the monitor screaming an asystole alarm, they evidently didn’t need to pause it. The sound of the device ricocheted off the side of the house.

“Sir?”

Mitchell glanced up, saw the same medic with the clipboard. She reached out with her gloved hand and helped him to his feet, holding onto his arm until she was sure he’d remain upright.

“We’re going to transport him now. I understand that the rest of your family has already left?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The medics lowered the gurney beside Mitchell, and he watched while they clipped him into a harness attached to the CPR device. Two of the medics raised Mitchell’s arms, strapping his wrists to the motor.

Nn-hit, nn-hit, nn-hit…

“Administering one milligram epinephrine, and then let’s get him on the gurney. Good ventilation rate, Kelly…”

“Sir?”

Mark blinked, focusing on the woman. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, sir. I understand. What I wanted to tell you is that I called in and got approval for you to ride in the front of the ambulance.”

Mark felt relieved; he hadn’t been looking forward to driving himself behind the ambulance, left in silence with his thoughts. “Thank you, I… thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sir. I’m going to help them load Mitchell on the gurney, and then you can follow me to the ambulance.”

She jogged over to Mitchell, and he watched as the medics lifted him about a foot in the air, device and all, and slid him onto the gurney. The medic named Kelly continued squeezing the bag as they strapped him in, and of course the machine continued its regular thumping compressions into his best friend’s bruised chest.

Mark followed the gurney through the grass and down to the drive. He’d barely noticed the fire engines this entire time, but now he found himself splashing through puddles of water and listening to someone discuss the structural integrity of the house.

He tuned them out, following the woman to the side of the ambulance.

“Go ahead and get buckled in,” she said. “They’re loading him in the back but they’ll do a pulse and rhythm check before we start moving, in case he needs another shock. We cannot use the defibrillator while we’re moving.”

“Thank you,” Mark said, unsure what else to say. He climbed into the ambulance, fastening the belt as she closed the door for him.

After about thirty seconds, he fished his phone out of his pocket and texted Angie: Riding in the front of Mitchell’s ambulance. About to leave. Not looking good.

Then he texted Samuel: See you soon, love. Leaving the house now.

Mark did hear the sound of the compression device briefly stop, but before long it had resumed. He heard some radio chatter, but he was too keyed up to try to make out what was being said. The woman with the clipboard opened the driver’s side of the ambulance and climbed in.

“We’ll be there in four minutes,” she said.

The trip was fast and uneventful, and Mark watched as the medic backed them into the ambulance bay. He waited until they came to a complete stop before he unbuckled and hopped out, watching as a team of people in scrubs ran out to meet the paramedics.

To his surprise, they didn’t immediately wheel Mitchell’s gurney out of the back of the ambulance. He heard talking, and then realized the sound of the automated compression device had stopped.

Mark walked forward to the end of the ambulance, far enough that he could look back and see what was going on.

“Clear!” he heard a medic call out, and Mitchell’s body flinched. A second passed, and one of the medics reseated the plunger before pressing a button to resume automated compressions.

“Administer another round of epinephrine, we have two minutes to get him inside before we shock again!”

They lowered the gurney from the ambulance and started running. Mark got a solid look at his friend as the gurney passed him: Mitchell was mostly naked, the color of sour milk. His abdomen rippled with the force of the mechanical compressions, the device swaying above him as it pounded his bruised sternum. They’d secured Mitchell’s endotracheal tube with a plastic tube holder, the tube itself protruding between his teeth. His eyes were still partially open, glazed over and staring at nothing as one of the medics bagged him.

Then they were gone, leaving Mark behind with the nurse charged with dealing with him.

Larissa, two days later

Larissa drifted reluctantly to the surface. She knew she was sedated; nothing else explained that sleepy calm that held her down despite her distant, logical brain telling her that Hey, something’s wrong…

That same logical thinking informed her that she was in a hospital, on a ventilator.

She wasn’t in any pain, not physically, at least.

Something’s wrong.

Someone’s missing.

How would I know that? she thought. I have no idea who’s here.

Someone was holding her hand.

Mitchell?

“Your parents are on a plane right now.”

Not Mitchell.

Mark.

Where’s Mitchell? An inexplicable wave of sadness rolled over her.

“She’s crying,” Mark said. “Is she in pain?”

“That’s probably the sedative,” an unfamiliar woman’s voice said.

“Have you decided if she needs surgery?”

Surgery?

“We will have to replace her device. The model that was installed is supposed to provide cardioversion, defibrillation, and pacing. The on-site information and the data from the device itself tells us it worked properly until the pacemaker function was required. The cardiologist determined that it behaved inappropriately during her bradycardic episode. At this point, it’s safer to replace it than make adjustments. The current plan is to use the same model.”

Why is Mark having this conversation?

Where’s Mitchell?

“Larissa?” Mark asked, squeezing her hand. “She’s still crying. When is the surgery?”

Larissa drifted, missing the answer.

Mitchell, days later

“Mitchell.”

His name was like a light switch coming on in the darkness.

“Mitchell, I know you’re in there.”

Accurate, but…

“You aren’t sedated anymore, so wake your ass up.”

Samuel. Mitchell sighed internally. Only Samuel would talk to me like that on my death bed, if that’s what this is.

“Hey, buddy, come on.”

Mitchell’s body was slowly coming back to him. His toes, his hands, one of which was being held in a vice grip. His face, where a nasal cannula fed him oxygen.

Samuel sighed and squeezed his hand.

“I miss you. We all miss you.”

Alright. What actually happened? I should start there.

“What’s new since last night?” Samuel sounded resigned now, like he was just talking and not expecting a response. “Well. The cafeteria had quiche.”

Hey…

Samuel? Where’s Larissa?

He felt uneasy.

Why am I here, and why isn’t Larissa?

“It was okay, the quiche.”

Samuel, I don’t give a shit about what you had for breakfast.

His thighs and shoulders woke up. He felt stiff, even without moving, and wondered how long he’d been in the hospital.

“Wish I knew how to read these machines,” Samuel said. “That one looks spiky, but there aren’t any alarms going off and no one is running in here, so I guess it’s okay… You look alright, anyway. And you’re breathing.”

Samuel’s hand clenched hard on Mitchell’s, making the bones shift and sending pain up his arm. Mitchell drew a sharp breath, which hurt almost as much as Samuel’s grip on his hand.

“Mitchell? Mitchell! Can you hear me? Or…” Samuel’s grip on his hand relaxed. “Was I hurting you? I’m sorry, buddy.”

That’s better, but why does my chest hurt?

Did I have a heart attack?

WHERE IS LARISSA?

“Hey, I’m sorry, but if anything will wake you up it’ll be this. About Larissa…”

Mitchell felt his heart rate pick up.

“She’s okay, don’t go having another heart attack, now.”

Samuel!

Wait… Another? Shit. I did have a heart attack.

“That wasn’t funny. Please, wake up and tell me off…”

Samuel, I’m going to wake up and punch you in the nose if you don’t—

“So, Larissa’s having her ICD replaced. I guess that extra part? The pacemaker part? It didn’t work the way it was supposed to, so they’re replacing it now. She’s going to be okay, but I thought you’d want to know.”

Larissa’s in surgery?

“It would be really good if we could tell her you’re awake when she comes off the anesthesia. She’s been sedated most of the time you’ve been out, so I don’t really know what she knows. They wanted to give her lungs a chance to rest after all that smoke. With her asthma, of course. Yours are getting better faster, which is why you’re off the ventilator.”

God damnit, now I’m just confused. What smoke? I thought I had a heart attack. How’d we get smoke in our lungs?

“That shit was no joke. I’m still having coughing fits if I try to take the stairs. Mark told me I’m forbidden from using the stairs for a while…”

Did everyone breathe in smoke? What…

He suddenly had a memory of himself, winded and exhausted, climbing the stairs in the vacation house. The interior smelled strongly of smoke, and he’d been worried about Larissa. And his left jaw had hurt.

Well, that should have been a hint, dumbass.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!

Mitchell squeezed Samuel’s hand. Or tried to. His fingers twitched. It was enough.

“Mitchell? Buddy? Come on, keep it up. Open your eyes.”

Mitchell tried again, and this time his hand squeezed his brother’s fingers hard.

“Mitchell?”

He peeled his eyelids open, squinting as harsh white light stabbed him in the eyes. “Ugh…”

“Mitchell? Oh, Christ, buddy. Oh, hey…”

Mitchell blinked until his brother’s pale, blotchy face swam into focus. “Samuel…” He could barely speak; his voice was faint and cracked with each syllable.

“That’s me,” Samuel said, and then his face crumpled and he covered it with his shaking hand.

“Tell me,” Mitchell whispered.

Mitchell, three days later

“She’s still coming, right?” He tried not to sound anxious; Samuel and Mark both looked like they might pass out if he so much as thought about worrying about something.

“Her dad’s wheeling her down here any minute now,” Mark said. “The doctor was just waiting on you to be released to cardiac step down. Technically, you were sicker, so that’s why she had to come to you.”

“She knows I’m okay?” Mitchell glanced at his heart monitor, unable to hide the uptick in beats. Fortunately, neither Mark nor Samuel thought to look. He’d already asked this question multiple times a day for each day that he hadn’t gotten to see her.

“I don’t think she’s going to believe it until she sees you,” Samuel admitted. “But it’s okay, Mitchell. Don’t worry.”

“Here she comes,” Mark said from the doorway. “I see them now. Mrs. Colton just waved at me from down the hall, though it looks like she’s not coming down here. Mr. Colton’s steering her chair.”

Mitchell pushed himself off the pillow, adjusted his nasal cannula, and reached up to smooth his hair. His IV line was in the way, and he swatted at it in irritation.

“You’re making the bedhead worse, buddy,” Samuel said, reaching over to pat the back of Mitchell’s hair flat. “She won’t care about your hair. It’s cute that you’re primping, though…”

Mitchell flipped him off, knowing Samuel would find that comforting.

He barely got his hand down before Mark stepped out of the way to admit Larissa and her father.

Mitchell relaxed as soon as he laid eyes on her, even though she looked rough enough to concern him.

She looked like she’d lost weight over the past week; her cheeks were gaunt and her skin sallow. She wore a nasal cannula like his own, and her hair was in a long, fuzzy braid over her shoulder. He could see a bandage peeking out from under the neckline of her gown.

She was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, and she burst into tears as soon as their eyes met. Mitchell felt his own eyes water in response, and would have climbed out of bed if Samuel hadn’t put a restraining hand on his arm.

“Larissa, honey,” her father said, as he wheeled her over to the bed, her shoulders shaking and her breath coming short. “Take a deep breath.”

“Baby,” Mitchell said, leaning over to clasp her hands as she stretched hers toward him. “Shhh, everything’s okay.”

She drew a shuddering breath, coughed, and whispered: “I love you…”

“I love you, too, Larissa. Fuck, it’s so good to see you!” He felt a broad smile spread across his cheeks.

“I’m s-sorry!” she blurted, her tears renewing.

“What could you possibly have to be sorry for?” He glanced up at Samuel and Mark, puzzled, then over at Larissa’s father. “What…?”

“I st-stressed you… out… And then I should have gone for… help… inst-stead of t-trying myself… Oh, Mitchell, you d-died…” She shuddered, coughing again and bending over as though in physical pain. Her father gripped her shoulder, making an alarmed sound. “It’s… my… fault!”

“No!” Mitchell exclaimed. He could see her distress, wished he could relieve it. “No, Larissa! It was a fire, baby. The smoke detectors were broken and no one replaced the batteries. If anything, the staff…”

“You…. were so st-stressed!”

“Larissa, honey, if you don’t calm down, you’re going to make yourself sick.” Larissa’s father rubbed her shoulder. “I should have brought your mother in here…”

Mitchell had never seen her like this. All of the times she’d been sick or frightened, and this was the first time she’d come completely undone.

“I need to get down there or get her up here, sir,” Mitchell said, looking her father in the eye.

Mr. Colton nodded. “I’ll help her up there. I can tell your brother wants you to stay in bed and I agree. No offense, but you still look like you took a long walk in the afterlife.”

Samuel snorted, and Mr. Colton ignored him, continuing: “She’s got plenty of line as long as we don’t kink it. You scoot thataway a bit, and Mark, if you’ll help me get her up there…”

In less than five minutes, Larissa laid next to him, trying to calm herself as she cuddled against his side. Mitchell had his arms around her, and he risked giving her a quick kiss before he settled for pressing his lips into her hair.

“I love you,” she whispered. He felt her trembling cease.

“I love you, baby. None of this was your fault. It’s not mine, either. We’ll be okay.” He took a deep breath. “I think I’ve gotten a little codependent, right? That’s not your fault. And not yours to fix. Please, please don’t blame yourself.”

She sighed, relaxing in his arms. His heart rate slowed, and he ran his fingers down her cheek and over her jaw, letting his fingertips rest on her carotid. Her heartbeat tapped reassuringly against his fingers.

“Mitchell?” she whispered.

“Yes, baby?”

“Let’s not do that again.”

Mitchell laughed, heard the others chuckle. He stroked her cheek, relieved to hear her sounding like herself.

“I agree wholeheartedly.”

The next Larissa and Mitchell Story is Heart-to-Heart.

#resus writing #cpr resus #female resus #male resus

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stedefxckingbonnet · 7 months

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requests info/intro!

hi, everyone!

i thought i'd take a quick second to introduce myself and to also formally open up requests. i'm already working on a few things, but requests really do always help and feel free to submit them at any point--but, we'll get to all of that in a moment!

my name is lavinia, and i am a uni student studying both theatre (dramaturgy specifically) and creative writing! i love to sing, act, write (obviously haha), read (i am a huge fan of classic literature, as well as donna tartt, mona awad, sally rooney, elif bautman, and ottessa moshfegh's works), go to concerts, go to the movies, style/design clothing, paint, collect records/cds, and so much more! this barely scratches the surface really but, if any of you share these interests, always feel free to reach out!

anyhow, as i said, i will officially be opening requests, and at the moment here is the media and the characters i will write for:

Our Flag Means Death

Izzy Hands (my BELOVED)

Ed Teach

Stede Bonnet

Lucius Spriggs

Jim Jimenez

Oluwande

Mary Bonnet

(more available upon request! these were just sort of my first instincts.)

Gilmore Girls

honestly, i'm pretty open to anything unless it's dean. just request and i'll see what i can do!

Gossip Girl

Blair Waldorf

Serena Van der Woodsen

Dan Humphrey

Nate Archibald

Chuck Bass (like sometimes)

Rufus Humphrey

more available upon request.

The Fosters/The Good Trouble

Callie Adams Foster

Mariana Adams Foster

Brandon Foster

Jamie Hunter

Gael Martinez

Dennis Cooper

Malika Williams

more available upon request.

Select Wes Anderson and Tim Burton characters. just ask!

Enola Holmes

Tewkesbury

Sherlock Holmes

Little Women (2019)

Jo March

Amy March

Beth March

Meg March

Laurie

Friedrich Bhaer

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Anakin Skywalker

Padmé Amidala

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Kylo Ren

Finn

Poe Dameron

Ahsoka Tano

more available upon request!

Pride & Prejudice (2005)

Basically me just saying I'll write Mr. Darcy. but more characters available upon request, of course.

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff and Britta I'm a little iffy on but with the right request, maybe. don't hesitate to ask!

The OC

Seth Cohen

Ryan Atwood

Summer Roberts

Marissa Cooper

The Umbrella Academy

Klaus

Viktor

Ben

Five

Diego

Allison

Luther is like, not preferred for me but if you feel strongly about him and have a good request, i’ll consider it but don’t get your hopes up too high!

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Neal Cassidy

August Booth

Jefferson (The Mad Hatter)

Mulan

Ruby Lucas (Red Riding Hood)

Belle French

Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow White)

David Nolan (Prince Charming)

Peter Pan

Robin Hood

Any others, feel free to ask! I know I left Mr. Gold (Rumple) off, but that's only because it depends with each request. Also, please specify if you want it to take place in Storybrooke pre or post curse, or in The Enchanted Forest.

Merlin

Arthur

Gwen

Morgana

Nimueh

Lancelot

any others, feel free to ask. i am just starting S2, keep that in mind.

i'll just start there for now, as honestly it's been a bit since i've written an x reader and i don't want to overwhelm myself much! but please, feel free to request at any time! I will update this frequently, as I am always either getting into new things or remembering things I already love. I am mostly dedicated to OFMD right now, but you may also leave requests for other fandoms and I will keep them on file, or who knows, perhaps even get to them sooner than you may imagine! Have a wonderful day (or night!), and don't forget to request!

yours truly,

lavinia

me filing through all of your requests (hopefully!)

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weirdo09 · 1 year

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mike wheeler headcanons

he’s a demiboy/gender-fluid and he’s gay :p (poly too)

hates hawkins with a burning passion

once, him and will made this whole plan to go to a land they called never land (byler Peter Pan au 🤭)

very judgmental and very moody

LOVES weezer(a little too much)

so much teen angst it’s insane

also loves nirvana, the smiths, David bowie(loved his ziggy stardust era) and freddie mercury

freddie was like his first celebrity crush

didn’t come out of his room for weeks after he died(love ya, darling <3)

is autistic as fuck

also has adhd

has the weirdest but coolest hyperfixiations(?)

him and el are besties ofc

they have little hangouts

bywheelclair supremacy, he loves his boyfriends so much

he’s a little bitch(affectionately)

he loves to grown his hair out

he fidgets with his hair when he’s nervous

he also bites his top lip when he lies(as shown by finn)

loves rock

definitely loves kurt cobain(he’s so fucking pretty my guy)

hates Courtney love with a passion

loves hole tho(it’s her band btw)

loves getting his hair braided

can speak fluent french and canadian french(also creole, he met lucas’ extended family down in Louisiana and forced himself to learn it)

has a rock collection

and a vinyl collection

a ton of mix tapes too(from his boyfriends ofc)

when he learned to drive, his parents got him a beat up IROC(lives that car so much)

loves when people touches his hair or give him head massages(he gets headaches and migraines easily)

dyed his hair red to match max, she loved it

has also dyed his hair blonde, his mom cried when she saw it

has little tea parties with holly and dress ups

loves his sisters to death

he’s a scrawny motherfucker(love scrawny by the wallows)

still has his old binder full of will’s art

has stolen some of will’s art and gotten new binders to put them in

will found them one day and confronted mike

mike teared up bcuz he thought he was in trouble

will have him a hug and said that he could’ve guess asked for him to draw him things

now asks will to draw him things all the time

will secretly loves it but acts annoyed when he asks

loves cuddling(he’s a touch starved lil boy, ok?)

definitely plans cuddle dates with his boyfriends

will babble away with no chance of stopping

gets tired easily

loves makeup

regularly does his(he kills his boyfriends every time)

loves autumn but still has mixed feelings about it since will’s disappearance

loves to do eyeliner

has a few dresses and crop tops

has stolen a lot of his boyfriends’ clothing(usually hoodies, sweaters anything that’s warm)

gets cold really really easily so he has a lot of sweaters

pronouns: he/him/his/they/their/theirs/xe

has written a ton of fanfiction(but has never shown it to anyone)

gets distracted kinda easily so he has fidgets

LOVES to fidget with people’s hands

so likes to compare how hands feel

lucas’ are smooth but rough in some parts, little bigger than his and very nice to hold

will’s are smooth, well-manicured

wow i made a lot 🥲

@adorewillbyers @verashalurks @background-character-341 @sunflowersand-bees @pimplepogue @forever-augustine @foodiewithdahoodie @tinylittle-superfan

#mike wheeler #my babygirl <3 #stranger things fanfiction #headcanons

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marvelflame2010 · 9 months

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Bam!

Name: Madeline Cheshire-Mills

Storybrooke name: Madeline Rose Mills

Alias(es): Cheshire Cat, Maddy, rose girl, Junior,

Age: 16 (born on May 4, 1967

Powers: shape-shifting, invisibility, intangibility, super-speed, and getting Jefferson to laugh (!!)

Family: Regina Mills, biological mother (alive, currently on iffy terms), Rose Cheshire (dead, killed by Rumplestiliskin at 19, when Maddy was 9), Angela Cheshire, adoptive mom (dead, carriage accident), Grenn Cheshire, adoptive dad (dead, carriage accident), Cora Mills, maternal grandmother (dead), Zelena Mills, biological maternal half-aunt (alive)

Job: Hatter Tea Shop and Bookstore, occasional babysitting, stealing shit (Enchanted Forest)

Friends: Emma Swan (sheriff), Henry Swan-Mills, Killian Jones (Captain Hook), David Nolan (Prince Charming), Snow White, Jefferson Hatter (The Mad Hatter), Grace Hatter, Belle, Regina Mills (Evil Queen), Robin Hood, Ruby Lucas (Red), Alice Lindell, Will Scarlet, Cyrus

Likes: tea, books, scaring people with powers, art, flower crowns, top hats, her motorcycle

Dislikes: Mr. Gold, curses, idiots, cliff hangers, the Red Queen (now on iffy terms), Leroy tracking mud, beets, parties, Zelena Mills (The Wicked Witch of the West)

Enemies: Queen of Hearts (complicated), Snow Queen, Peter Pan, the Black Fairy

Personality: sarcastic, sassy, moody, 'looks like can kill you and will', fighting spirit, kind to friends, mommy issues (and family issues), REALLY GODDAMN TOUCH STARVED, curses a lot (unfortunately for Jefferson), mad (need say more?)

Quotes: "We're all mad here, Henry, so just accept it."

"Track your damn muddy boots through this door one more time, and I will stab you with this mop handle."

"I tolerate Zelena. Doesn't mean I LIKE her." (Season 5)

"Grace, NEVER trust a rabbit. If you do, you're going to fall down a rabbit hole into a realm full of madness and it's hard to stay sane after such an adventure."

"Welcome to Storybrooke, where fairy tales characters are real and we are all related."

"My family on my mother's side is fucking crazy."

Home: Enchanted Forest (birthplace), Wonderland (previously), Storybrooke (currently), United Realms (also currently)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Favorite song: Teenagers by My Chemical Romance

Goals: getting Regina to teach her magic, don't get admitted into the mental hospital, and live long enough to graduate high school

School life: quiet kid, loner, doesn't study half the time yet gets straight As, sits in the back, either drawing or sleeping.

Mental illnesses: depression, ADHD, dissociative disorder, panic disorder, schizophrenia (therapist is Archie Hopper and she is his most difficult patient)

Language: English, speaks Wonderlandian as well, but not rare, and learning Romanian (!)

Favorite places: Bookstore, art studio, Jefferson's tea shop, Granny's diner, and thrift shop

House: Mills Mansion, Jefferson's mansion (sometimes, she has an open invitation)

Identification: scar on neck from beheading, black nails that are claw-like, daisy on right wrist (spell so Regina couldn't track her down as a toddler), now just a faded tattoo

*Note: forgot something in picture, gets nosebleeds a lot and has her cats ears out on half the time.*

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no-not-without-you-blog · 2 years

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Whumptember 24th: Getting Lost

Summary: Your son runs away at the happiest place on earth. He's rescued by none other than the Man with a Plan himself.

Prompt: @comfortcap Divider Graphic: @firefly-graphics

“Lucas! Lucas!” You called out frantically as your five year old son ran forward into a crowd of people. You tried to keep up with him, but he was small and quick and wove between people. He had seen the parade starting and was desperate to see some of his favorite characters pass by. He had slipped from yours and he had bolted before you could hold on to him. Now you were desperately looking for him, a panic settling in.

“Mom!” You heard his little voice calling out through the crowd of people talking and the music blasting through the speakers. You looked all around, trying to hone in on his voice. “Moooom!” You heard it again and turned in the direction of the sound. He was elevated above the rest of the crowd, his face a good two feet higher than everyone around him.

“Lucas!” You called out to him and pushed your way through the crowded area towards him. As you got closer, he was placed back down on the ground and you crashed to your knees in front of him and ran your hands all over him, making sure that he was unhurt and okay.

“God, Lucas! You can’t run away from me like that! I almost had a heart attack!”

“Sorry mom. I just really wanted to see the parade. And then you weren’t behind me anymore and I got scared. I tried to walk back to you but I got lost.”

“Lucas, I’m so glad that you are okay and that you found someone to help you. But we have talked about this. You get lost or separated from mom and you find someone who works there or a police officer, not just a stranger, even if they’re nice.” You tried to be loving and yet firm.

“He’s not a stranger. He’s Captain America!” He exclaimed to you and you rolled your eyes softly. He loved Captain America and would play pretend stories with others. “Sweetheart, just because someone helped you doesn’t make them Captain America.”

“But mooooom, he really is Captain America! See!?!?” You shook your head softly and began to stand up.

“I’m really sorry about him, he likes to think that everyone is…” Your words got stuck as you finally turned and looked up at the man standing beside you. He was holding back a laugh as he saw the look on your face of both shock and embarrassment.

“Captain America. Yeah, I seem to get that alot.” He smiled at you and let out a soft laugh. “Hi, I’m Chris.” He held his hand to shake yours and place yours in it. “Well, you’ve already met Lucas.” You said smiling at your son who was holding your other hand, watching the parade go by. “I’m Y/N.” You found yourself blushing as he held your gaze for what seemed like forever. You finally shook your head out of your daze and took your hand back.

“I don’t know how to thank you enough for helping Lucas. He’s been so excited for this trip that I should have expected him to run a bit wild. It’s not easy being the only parent for a kid who fears nothing and no one. I’m constantly trying to teach him to be cautious but he just jumps into everything head first.” You smiled down at your son and couldn’t see that Chris was smiling as well, but wasn’t looking at your son, he was looking at you.

“Lucas, we need to get going if you want to get in line for Peter Pan’s Flight. Chris, thank you again. I can’t even imagine how bad that could have been. Thanks for being a good guy. I mean, I guess you are Captain America, so it makes sense.” He laughed and bent down to be face to face with your son. “Okay Lucas, I need you to promise to stay with your mom. No more running away without her. Captain’s Orders. Got it?”

“Got it! Thanks!” He threw his arms around Chris and hugged him tightly. It took Chris by surprise a little and then he hugged back gently.

You held your son's hand and started to walk away from Chris. You looked back once and he was still looking your way. He raised his hand to wave goodbye. You waved back shyly and smiled before turning back around and walking towards Peter Pan.

As you got to the ride you saw that the line was backed up quite a bit and had a wait time of about 45 minutes. You and Lucas found ways to entertain yourself as you started waiting. About five minutes in the line, a cast member came up to you and asked you and your son to step out of line. You weren’t sure what was happening but you didn’t want to cause a scene and so you moved over out of the way.

“Ma’am, if you will follow me, please.” She walked around the building to what appeared to be the exit and entered the building. You were about to ask her what this was about when your son pulled out of your hands and started running towards the man in front of you.

“Lucas!” Chris said with excitement in his voice as he scooped your son up off the ground and held him. You smiled as you realized that it must have been him that got you the line skip. You walked up to Chris and he smiled down at you.

“I was just thinking, you could use an extra set of hands and I could really use a Disney buddy or two. What do you say? Disney buddies?” You felt your face getting hot at the way he was looking at you while he spoke. You could tell that he was asking about more than just today.

“I don’t know. Do you think we can trust him, Lucas? He may be a bad guy.” You said with a teasing smile.

“What! Go on, Lucas! Tell your mom who I am?” He pretended to be shocked and upset.

“Mooooom! He’s Captain America. He’s the good guy.” You and Chris both erupted in laughter.

“Okay, okay. You’re right. He does seem like a pretty good guy. I guess being his Disney Buddy sounds pretty good to me.”

“Yes!” Your son exclaimed. Excited to be with his personal hero at his now favorite place on earth. You had to admit, you were pretty excited as well.

“Alright.” Chris said with a smile going from ear to ear. “The Happiest Place on Earth. What are we going to do first?”

Taglist:

@annasrefuge @chrisevansdaughter

#whumptember2022 #whumptember #chris evans #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #disney world! Chris Evans

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coffeology · 2 years

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This is a list of a few of the best fanfictions(Multi Fandoms) I read over the years

It's going to be listed as the most recent to the old ones, and it'll be updated as I keep reading.

Let's bare with the fact that it's been over 10 years since I started reading fanfictions, and some of them were amazing to my eyes years ago, and might not be to everyone's liking.

Also, they are mostly, if not all, female OC's.

Wattpad:

• Consumed – Kai Parked by tvdkai

• Waiting Game – Kai Parker by -inslaytiable

• She Promised – The Originals by -escarlate

• Anomaly and Absolution – Elijah Mikaelson by -GossipRiley

• Tally Marks – Klaus Mikaelson by nimuekru

• Sincerely Yours – Stefan Salvatore by CaptainMjolnir

• Tragedy – Steve Harrington by mmxiinarry

• Dreamwalker and Moonmaiden – Steve Harrington by sarahoppers

• The Killing Moon – Steve Harrington by loverspit

• Matilda – Eddie Munson by -FUCKTHEPATRIARCHY

• Losing Game – DreamWasTaken by savsnothere

• Reforget and Descent – Klaus Mikaelson by bluevelvets

• Borderline – Stiles Stilinski by dyiansobrien

• Iron Fists – Eli Moskowitz by f4brays

• Apathy – Boku no Hero Academia by vigilantedekus

• Honey Bee – Fred Weasley by Rose_Baylee

• We'll Always Have Summer – Stefan Salvatore by papertides

• Unsteady – Lucas Gottesman by Unco0rdinated

• Coffin Kisses – Jason Dilaurentis by hargrovs

• Ethereal – Pretty Little Liars by _felicity__

• Into the Unknown – The Witcher by shortfilipino

• Shinegan: The Secret is in the Eyes – Naruto by Meara1

• Silhouette – Until Dawn by bobafettuccine

• Killing Curse: CRUCIO – Harry Potter by harringtonsbloom

• Halcyon – James Potter by kmbell92

• Date for Fake – James Potter by papyrophobia

• Modification – Tom Riddle by EmilyTheHorcrux

• Riddle – Tom Riddle by ravenclaws-

• Bubblegum Bitch – Peter Parker by zendayas

• Little Spy – Peter Parker by lokidyinginside

• Schrödinger's Cat – Peter Parker by spiderlad

• Ruins – Harry Potter by halfblood

• The Storm Bringer – Naruto by Nashoba

• Little Bird – Draco Malfoy by marissa-lynn

• Within Seconds trilogy – Barry Allen by xxwinterschildxx

• Echo – Peter Pan by Cat_Archer

• Flawless – Spencer Reid by _imagine_fantasy_

• Hostage – Spencer Reid by katielees4

AO3:

• The Sense of Me – Caulscott, Life is Strange by trecoolio

• The Listening – Caulscott, Life is Strange by ChichiriCatSan

• Staying Vertical – Caulscott, Life is Strange by midnight_neverland

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seidkonaz · 1 year

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Hey what's some of ur fave films :)

hi! the list is a living thing that is constantly growing and changing, but here's a few

the fall (2006, tarsem singh) / the witch (2015, robert eggers) / peter pan (2003, pj hogan) / chocolat (2000, lasse hallström) / midsommar - director's cut (2019, ari aster) / romeo + juliet (1996, baz luhrmann) / bones and all (2022, luca guadagnino) / raw (2016, julia ducournau / sex, lies, and videotape (1989, steven soderbergh) / quills (2000, philip kaufman) / gothic (1986, ken russell) / ever after (1998, andy tennant) / the wicker man (1973, robin hardy) / the doom generation (1995, gregg araki) / last night in soho (2021, edgar wright) / the lost boys (1987, joel schumacher) / wolfwalkers (2020, tomm moore & ross stewart) / candy (2006, neil armfield) / song of the sea (2014, tomm moore) / the handmaiden (2016, park chan-wook) / scream (1996, wes craven) / the company of wolves (1984, neil jordan) / kama sutra: a tale of love (1996, mira nair) / perfect blue (1997, satoshi kon) / bram stoker's dracula (1992, francis ford coppola) / wild at heart (1990, david lynch) / mulholland drive (2001, david lynch) / howl's moving castle (2004, hayao miyazaki) / heathers (1988, michael lehmenn) / bad times at the el royale (2018, drew goddard) / helter skelter (2012, mika ninagawa)

i can and will go on but i should stop while i'm ahead <3

#ask #bandomgay

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mccraecook99 · 7 months

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Happy 100th Anniversary,Disney! 🏰 💫 ✨

Yesterday,100 years ago,Walt Disney and his brother,Roy launched a animation studio on October 16th,1923,after experimenting with a few projects,Walt had a dream that eventually all started with a mouse named Mickey,who became a cultural phenomenon thanks to Steamboat Willie when it was released on 1928 and was followed by other Disney cartoon icons such as Donald Duck and Goofy,then later would go on to create the world’s first fully animated feature,Snow White and The Seven Dwarves in 1937,which it’s success kickstarted Walt Disney Animation Studio as the true forefather of animated features and Walt and later,his studio after his death in 1966, would go on create so many timeless animated feature films all the way to this day with memorable classics like Pinocchio,Fantasia,Dumbo,Bambi,Cinderella,Alice In Wonderland,Peter Pan,101 Dalmations,The Jungle Book,The Little Mermaid,Beauty and The Beast,Aladdin,The Lion King,Mulan,Tarzan,Lilo and Stitch and modern ones like The Princess and The Frog,Tangled,Wreck-It-Ralph,Frozen,Big Hero 6,Zootopia,Moana,and Encanto,Disney would also experiment with movies combining both live-action and animation like the controversial Song of The South(1946) and Mary Poppins(1964) and even he begin to make the jump to live-action films started with Treasure Island(1950),which the company had also continued to this day.

After Walt’s death in 1966,his company would grow to become not one of the biggest film companies in Hollywood,but the best in media with theme parks(such as Disneyland,the happiest place of earth that Walt opened in 1955 and Walt Disney World,which opened in theme parks),having several subsidiaries like Pixar(the studio that godfathered computer-animation thanks to Toy Story and created so many memorable computer-animated flicks like Monster’s Inc,Finding Nemo,The Incredibles,Cars,Ratatouille,Wall-E,Up,Inside Out,Coco,Soul,Luca,and Turning Red) and Marvel Studios(home of the Marvel Cinematic Universe),streaming services(Disney+ and Hulu),and television(ABC and Disney Channel).

Despite Disney having been it’s up’s and downs in the entertainment industry recently(mostly due to it’s hit-or-miss trend of live-action remakes of their beloved animated films that was started by their live-action department thanks to Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland and Bob Chapek nearly bringing the company down to the ground during his short tenure as CEO from 2020-2022),they are still a beloved entertainment company who gives us magical storytelling(both animated and live-action),iconic and beloved characters(such as Mickey Mouse,Donald Duck,Goofy,Snow White,Buzz Lightyear,Jack Sparrow,Mary Poppins,Stitch,Elsa,Rapunzel,Cinderella,Ariel,Maleficent,Wreck-It-Ralph,and Moana),amazing theme parks and live stage shows,and great quality content(including Walt Disney Animation Studios,Pixar,Marvel Studios,Star Wars stuff,and Disney’s television animation unit,famous for giving us animated shows on the Disney Channel,Disney+,and Disney Junior).

The new recent Walt Disney Animation Studios,Once Upon A Studio I’ve watched yesterday on ABC was truely a love-letter to the magical legacy that Walt Disney started 100 years ago and very happy seeing all of the Disney animated characters I’ve grown up with over the years getting together for a huge group photo really warms my heart and I really loved the emotional scene where Mickey thanks his old buddy,Walt for starting this 100-year old legacy that the studio continued to this day.

Happy 100 Years of Wonder,Disney! Thank you for continuing Walt Disney’s magical legacy he brought to the studio that started out with a mouse 100 years ago and still continuing to make people’s dreams come true to this day and still keep moving forward to explore new ideas and try new things. ✨💫🏰

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lec743 · 1 year

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sporadically-writing · 2 years

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Wendy Deakins

A/N: (I have only just started binging Stranger Things so I am very behind. I'm in Season 2 right now so I will update as I continue watching.)

Basics

Full Name: Wendy Ann Deakins

Nickname(s): Wenny, Wendz, Dee Dee, Annie, Darling (because of Peter Pan), Geek, Freak, Grease Monkey

Age: 16 in Season 1 of Stranger Things

Sexual Orientation: Straight Romantic Asexual

Appearance

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Skin Tone: Fair

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Golden Brown

Hairstyle: Side braided, occasionally messy

Build: She's a small girl, her arms are the only really built things about her, but when you help your mechanic father out, you end up lifting a lot of heavy things

Height: 5' 5"

Style: She typically wears old button down shirts, either with sleeves rolled up or cut short/off. She really likes browns, blacks and oranges. Autumn is her favorite season for a lot of reasons but one of the big ones is the colors. She also wears overalls a lot with one of her dad's old t-shirts or one of her sweaters.

Personality

General Personality Traits: Spirited, Curious, Kind

Strengths: Adroit, Astute, Resourceful

Flaws: Provocable, Can be snide, Competitive

Habits and Mannerisms: When she gets excited about something, she talks really fast, people have to tell her to slow down sometimes. The same happens when she gets nervous; Sometimes she fidgets with her braid, smoothing the end of it down, or running her hand through her hair and messing it up; She rolls her head before getting to work on something; When given a reasonable opportunity, she will sit on a counter with her legs crossed; She constantly does the rubber pencil trick/fiddles with her pencils

Secrets: She doesn't have a great relationship with her mom, that is not a secret but the backstory to it is. Wendy has never really run with the pack so to speak. She's more interested in working with her dad and her biology class than she is with certain other things. Her mom wants her to find a nice boy to settle down with and while Wendy does find certain boys cute every once and a while, she's never really liked them like that if you catch my drift. She also does not really want a nuclear family either. Why should she have to give up her dreams just because society says she should?

Regrets: She regrets not talking things through with her mom, not trying to explain that she doesn't appreciate being compared to other girls her age.

Skills/Talents: Fixing things; Figuring out how things work; Understanding animal behavior; Biology; Hiking; Explaining/Teaching others

Likes: Animals, Feminism, Candy Cigarettes (she thinks they're funny)

Dislikes: Being compared, Animal Cruelty (nature is violent, that's just the way it is but humans shouldn't treat animals poorly), Folks who are uneducated and refuse to learn

Sense of Humor: Wendy has a very Laugh-At-Life view of the world (at least pre-series). She is smart and loves learning and the way the world works. More often than not, everything is beautiful and happens for a reason so, when something happens it's best not to take things so seriously, whatever is going on in your life has a solution, all you have to do is find it. So in the moment, it's best to laugh at what you can and work your way towards a solution. That's not to say that she can't turn things serious on a dime when the situation calls for it, because she can definitely take charge of a dangerous situation if the need arises. (And it definitely will).

Guilty Pleasure: Popcorn and cute stuffed animals are her greatest weaknesses

Defining Moment: Piecing the Demodogs' behavior together while she and Steve essentially join the party

Relationships

Friends: Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Steve Harrington (eventually), Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Jim Hopper, Eleven, Max Hargrove, Robin Buckley

Family: Martin "Marty" Deakins (Father), Dorothy Deakins (Mother), Doc (Wendy's trusted Abyssinian cat companion)

Enemies: Hawkins Lab, Creatures from The Upside Down, Billy Hargrove

Lovers: Steve Harrington (eventually)

Relationship Status: Single

Reputation: She's a very intelligent and nice girl, she just strays slightly out of the social norms

Miscellaneous

Current Residence: Hawkins, Indiana

Collections: Biology/Animal books, Cat toys, Mechanic Equipment (including welding equipment), A walkman and headphones, Her dad's old truck

Accent: Midwestern

Voice: Spunky

Signature Quote: "Wicked... How's it work?"

Song: I’ve been looking for an early 80′s song that matches her vibe but I haven’t quite found it yet. However, her favorite song is Be My Baby by the Ronettes

Backstory

Wendy Deakins is a smart girl, always has been. She enjoys learning about the world and its many objects and what makes them work. When she was younger she had a knack for tearing things apart to see how it functioned before putting it back together. This skill followed her into her academic life when she became fascinated with animals and ecosystems. She wanted to be a veterinarian when she grew up and dressed up like one for several Halloweens as a child. Her mother was not necessarily enthused by this. Didn't she want to dress up like a princess or something like that? Like what other little girls did? Her father however, could not have been more proud of his little girl. She's smart and has a passion for learning, not to mention she had goals in mind at such a young age. Something she wanted more than a white fence. He even let her into his shop at a young age, to see what he did for work. She thought what he did was amazing. Like a car doctor!

So, as soon as she was old enough, her dad got her some coveralls and offered her a job helping him around the shop. She did smaller stuff at the beginning. She was still learning what she needed to know for the job but she could fix smaller things and point people to the parts they needed while Martin was busy with bigger repairs. It made things more efficient and was excellent for getting things done. Not to mention, Wendy has always been a kind girl, so people were more than happy to take advice from the sweet girl who seemed to know what she was doing, rather than argue with her father. Not that Martin didn't know what he was doing, it's just sometimes people think they know better.

That doesn't mean that Wendy was immune to teasing though, her peers saw a girl their age that just didn't quite fit. She was a tomboy when that kind of thing wasn't necessarily the social norm in rural America. Her mother tried to steer her down the "right" path but Wendy always did her best to ignore it. She knew who she was, what she liked and what she wanted out of life. Her dad supported her and there was nothing that was going to make her change. She got along fine with other kids, she might not have been popular but that's okay. She didn't need to be, and besides, if some idiot wanted to waste their breath making fun of her for being herself, screw them. Some comments sting, but that's life, you file it away and you move on.

Wendy made contact with The Party while working in her Dad's shop. The boys had been riding around on their bikes and Dustin's chain broke, so they had to bring their bikes in. Smiling, Martin delegated the fix to Wendy and she did so faster than the boys thought was physically possible. They were amazed that a girl could do all that and Wendy thought the four of them were funny. She sent them on their way after teaching them a thing or two about bikes, already a little endeared by the kids.

That wasn't the last time she saw them however. She actually saw them rather regularly outside of the shop. She had a study hall around the time that the boys were in Mr. Clark's science class (not that she knew that at the time), she had been one of Mr. Clark's favorite students when she was in middle school and he her favorite teacher. She, frankly, wasn't really using the study hall anyway and decided she would ask if she could pop over to the middle school during the study hall and TA for Mr. Clark's science class, especially for harder lessons like labs. She even offered for him to call over to the High School to let them know that she had showed up for the class, just to make sure everything was above board.

So through these interactions, she made a semi-friendship with the kids, becoming a beloved NPC to their party if you will.

Then, of course, things got more than a little weird...

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hooksmoak · 9 months

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top 5 ouat characters?

Thanks for the question !

1. Emma Swan - Funny story I was a KJ stan first and foremost at the beginning. liked her just fine I just didn't really identify with her but becoming a CS fan, I started following blogs that were more centered around her + the fact that some people really didn't like for no reason she became my fave

2. Killian Jones - He's so my type as a male character it's not funny. Handsome asshole with a heart of gold who worships the ground of the women he fall in love with ??? HELL YEAH He's an asshole but respects women ???? HELL YEAH You can't give me a character who hides his pain under a cocky exterior and not expect me to fall in love with him

3. Rumplestiltskin - He is the best villain of the show (followed closely by Peter pan). I loved his sacrifice in season 3A it was so fitting (him ending the father-son cycle) and he should have stayed dead. That's the only redeeming storyline I liked for him. If they really wanted to keep him, and I understand Robert Carlyle is a great actor, they should have commited and made him iredeemable until the end.

Ok for the last two I'm going to be honest it has been tough to choose because it has been a long time since I've watched the show in it's entirety and not just snippet of scenes to make Emma Swan/Capain Swan gifsets so all the other characters are kind of a blur (except the ones I really don't like lol) so the next time I rewatch the show these 4 & 5 could change

4. Snow White I really loved her in season 1&2 but after that unfortunately I did not care for the storylines they gave her so it was hard to still care about her but I love the character development bewteen and Regina it was really cool to see these two get closer.

5. Ruby Lucas - I really liked the twist of her being the wolf and LOVED the S1 episode that was centered on her especially her storyline in Stoybrooke (her thinking she's too incompetent to help Emma is too real for me) They could have done so much more with her in later seasons, I wish they kept her as a main character. Also I still think she could have been the perfect beast for the beauty and the beast story, Meghan Ory and Emilie De Ravin had great chemistry.

#ask answered #Anonymous #top 5 ouat character

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themattress · 1 year

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OUAT Observation

I want to conduct an experiment and list every major character (so important characters to the plot and/or characters whose actors had “Regular” status) who dropped out of the show, and then see how often they were referenced again or appeared again in any capacity.

Graham Humbert/The Hunstman: Wow. Following 1x08, the episode after his death, Graham was never mentioned again for the remainder of the season, and only showed up briefly in the finale as the Huntsman in a flashback. He fares no better in the later seasons, only getting one flashback appearance in 2x17 and one offhand mention from Emma in 4x03. I’m inclined to believe this is because of how awkward it would make Regina’s redemption if the circumstances behind his death were ever revealed, but it seems ridiculous given that Emma wouldn’t have her position as Sheriff of Storybrooke if not for him. He deserved better.

August W. Booth/Pinocchio: After Season 2, August received no mention in Season 3. He then showed up again and played an important role in Season 4B, only to go without mention once more in Season 5. He then appeared in back-to-back episodes 6x11 and 6x12, then disappeared for the remainder of the show. Maybe he should’ve stayed gone the first time...

Albert Spencer/King George: Following his arrest in 2x07, he received mention in the flashbacks of 2x10 and 2x20 and appeared in the flashback of 2x13. Otherwise, he only got mentioned in the Season 3 finale and briefly in 5x15, and only ever appeared again in 6x12.

Cora Mills/The Queen of Hearts: Cora died in 2x16, but was still constantly referenced by other characters for the remainder of the season. She then showed up in the flashback of OUATIW’s 11th episode, referenced throughout Season 3B and even appeared both in flashback form and as a ghost in 3x18, was mentioned occasionally throughout Seasons 4 through 6, showed up in the flashback of 4x20, and appeared in 5x12 and 5x19 where her character was definitively sent off. Despite all of this, Season 7 only referenced her twice, in 7x06 and 7x11, adding to the feeling of disconnect that season had to the rest of the show.

Ruby Lucas/Red Riding Hood: After just up and disappearing following 2x17, Ruby had mentions in 3x07 and 3x09, and then in 3x11 there was often an open slot in crowd shots where you swear she was meant to be digitally inserted in but wasn’t for some reason. Then in 3x12 she really was digitally inserted into a crowd shot, then had a brief cameo in 3x13. A waitress that was possibly her is seen from the backside in 3x17, then she played a major role in the two-part season finale. Following this, she disappeared again only to resurface in 5x09, which explained her disappearance and was later followed by her send-off in 5x18. Megan Ory is great, but her character was more important and should’ve just been recast.

Malcolm/Peter Pan: Pan was mentioned quite a lot following his demise in 3x11; coming up in 3x15, 3x16, 3x17, 3x20 and 3x21. He wasn’t mentioned much afterward in Season 4 and the first half of Season 5, only to then return in a major recurring role in 5B across 5x12, 5x14 (voice only), 5x17 (visual cue), 5x19 and 5x20, and given mention in 5x23. In Season 6, he was referenced in 6x11, 6x16 and 6x17, and appeared in his adult form in 6x19′s flashback. His Wish Realm counterpart appears in 7x21, mainly as fanservice since he does nothing.

Neal Cassady/Baelfire: Given that this character was a major driving force across the first three seasons of the show, it’s understandable he was referenced a lot afterward; in 4x01, 4x03, 4x04, 4x05, 4x08, 4x17, 4x20, 4x21, 4x22, 5x03, 5x05, 5x06, 5x08, 5x10, 5x11, 5x16, 5x20, 5x22, 5x23, 6x01, 6x06, 6x08, 6x09, 6x10, 6x11, 6x12, 6x17, 6x19 and 6x22. He also appeared in person in 5x12, and in the flashbacks of 5x14 and 6x13. In Season 7, however, he was only off-handedly mentioned in 7x04, 7x09 and 7x21. There’s that disconnect again!

Ingrid/The Snow Queen: Following Season 4A where she was the Big Bad, Ingrid is only mentioned in 4x12, 4x19, and 5x02. Ultimately, she didn’t really leave much of an impact.

Elsa: 4x15. That is the first and last time Elsa was mentioned beyond Season 4A.

Maleficent: Despite Season 4B building her up as a major permanent presence in Storybrooke going forward, Maleficent was never seen again afterward. She received mention in 5x02, 5x09, 6x21, and 7x16....and none of these refer to her directly by name.

Lily Page: In one of the most notorious instances of a character receiving a lot of build-up for being important and then just disappearing without closure, Lily was never seen again after Season 4, the season that introduced her and built her up, and she was only mentioned in the final episode, 7x22, with her dangling plot thread reduced to a joke. (Seriously? Zorro!?)

Will Scarlet: In another one of the most notorious instances of a character receiving a lot of build-up for being important and then just disappearing without closure, Will literally dropped off the face of the Earth without further mention after Season 4. As a result, everyone has come to agree that OUATIW takes place after Season 4 rather than before as was planned, as this perfectly explains his sudden disappearance without contradicting any hard facts.

Isaac Heller: While the position of the Author remained important, the prior Author himself wasn’t spoken of again following his arrest in the Season 4 finale and subsequent 5x01 until reappearing in 6x16 where he was let out of jail in exchange for revealing a major plot point.

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice: Following his death in 5x01, we see him in 5x07′s flashback and in the Underworld in 5x15, plus hear references to him in 5x05, 5x06, 5x11 and 5x13. Additionally, his Wish Realm counterpart appears in 7x21 and gets to play a significant role.

Merlin: He dies in 5x10, and then is referenced in 5x13, 5x15, 5x17, 5x23, 6x08, 6x16, 6x18, 7x01 and 7x21. But here’s the thing: all but one of those (5x17) has him referenced as “the Sorcerer” rather than by name and is generally tying in with Henry’s position as the Author. This gets me asking...in the end, what was the point of the Sorcerer being Merlin? Why not just make the Apprentice the Sorcerer, given that he ends up with a more lasting presence? No wonder Elliot Knight was pissed off after leaving the show; his character got screwed!

Violet Morgan: Despite being Henry’s first girlfriend and a recurring character in Seasons 5 and 6 (and an adorable one, at that!), Violet only receives an offhanded mention in 7x20.

Hades: The Big Bad of Season 5B only gets brought up in 6x01 and 6x18 afterward.

Robin Hood: While dying in 5x21, Robin still gets brought up in the two-part season finale, and then in 6x01, 6x09, 6x10, 6x11, 6x12, 6x13, 6x14, 6x18, 7x10, 7x11, and 7x14. His spirit makes an appearance in 7x21, while his Wish Realm counterpart appears in 6x10 through 6x14 and has a brief voiceover in 6x22. And so his legacy, however dubious, was honored.

Mr. Hyde: Remember in the Season 5 finale, where it looked like he was going to be a major villain going forward? Well, after dying in 6x04, he only gets mentioned in 6x05, 6x06 and 6x09. He ultimately ended up being as pointless as the Land of Untold Stories he came from.

Gideon: Despite so much of Seasons 5B and 6 being dedicated to this fucker, he only appears in 7x04 and is mentioned briefly in 7x18. The disconnect...it’s so disconnecting!

Fiona/The Black Fairy: She is never referenced in Season 7 at all. Yes, really. The villain that A&E hyped up as the Ultimate Evil, the creator of the Dark Curse who was thus billed as the one behind almost everything that went wrong in the show...and she is totally forgotten.

Belle: While she dies in 7x04, the show never lets you forget about her as she is now Rumple’s primary motivation and thus comes up in 7x06, 7x08, 7x09, 7x15, 7x17, 7x18, 7x20, 7x21 and 7x22, the last of which also having her appear one final time in spirit form. Given that she wasn’t initially meant to be a major character and the writers clearly gave up on making her interesting by the end, it’s bizarre that so much of the final season and Rumple’s characterization ends up being built around the memory of her. It just feels off.

Victoria Belfrey/Rapunzel Tremaine: After perishing in 7x11, she is brought up again in 7x12, 7x13, 7x14, 7x15 and 7x20...although all things considered, I wish that she wasn’t.

Ivy Belfrey/Drizella Tremaine: After she leaves in 7x15, she’s mentioned in 7x16 and 7x18.

Nick Branson/Jack/Hansel: He gets brought up again in the episodes following his death...and then isn’t at all in the two-part series finale, because really, who cares about this guy?

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