#this is all coming from my own music taste what i'm familiar with so they'd definitely enjoy a lot of stuff idk about

[falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand]

What music would the order listen to?

ooh okay so hc for post canon in tgoa the kids and douxie are kinda trying to gently introduce them to modern human culture, which includes douxie putting them on his spotify account lol. they.... aren't a huge fan of super modern music but they're absolutely awed by a) the concept of being able to listen to music whenever they want, without someone having to bust out an instrument b) the massive archives of music saved, after being familiar with so many songs lost to time

i don't think they'd immediately go for a lot of the music they weren't familiar with though. claire tries to get them into papa skull but it's in vain lol. they don't share tastes with the trollhunter kids much, but then skrael discovers 'flute music ten hours loop' and he's hooked lmao. i think for a while they stay with instrumental music that sounds familiar to them, but they'd also enjoy any song that sounds like you could hear someone singing it across the campfire at dinner yk? maybe they dip their toes into the deep end of more popular music occasionally at the kids behest but that's really where their tastes lie i think :]

[bokebelle]

prove it - porco galliard

a/n: happy friday please enjoy 2k words of just sucking pock's cock<3 for the brain rot <3 also thank you to the loml @ensta for being my beta again you're a real one 🥰

WORDCOUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: 18+ only minors dni; blowjob; fingering; edging; light degradation; deepthroating if you look hard enough; use of the term (good)girl, slut, whore; profanity; porco being a tease; a pinch of fluff in the end; no actual fucking.

PAIRINGS: porco galliard x fem(bodied)! reader

TAGS: smut, fluff if you squint

REQUESTS: open

Maybe it was the way you swayed your hips to the rhythm of the music, your pretty little dress riding up your thighs ever so slightly. Maybe it was how you give a pretty and polite smile to random strangers whose lustful eyes roamed your body. Maybe it was the way you'd have this mischievous look in your eyes when you glance at Porco, your eyes locking with his unreadable amber ones, as you flirtatiously laughed at whatever the poor stranger at the club told you with the hopes of taking you home.

'Pathetic', Porco thought. They would flirt and fall for your pretty little games but you never went home with any of them. Hell, you never even bothered getting their names after they'd buy you a drink. They played right into your little trap, and Porco loved watching them lose every time. But when he saw a stranger getting ballsy by putting his hand on the small of your back, moving too close for his liking, he knew he had to remind you that although it was your little game, you were still just a player and he called the shots.

"Hands off, lover boy." Porco said as he pulled stranger's hand off of you. "She's taken"

"What the fuck man? I was busy" The stranger retorted, trying to grab your wrist to pull you back to him.

Porco shoved his chest and closed in on the stranger, inches away from his face. The dangerous glint in his eyes was unmistakable and you could hear the venom seep from his voice as he punctuated every word.

"I said. hands. off. my. girl."

The stranger looked at Porco, then at you before making the right choice and walking away. He looked at you one last time before mumbling "dirty slut" loud enough for you and Porco to hear

You immediately place your hands on Porco's chest to stop him from beating the shit out of the stranger. "Pock, baby, it's not worth it."

He looks at you and his soft golden gaze is replaced with a dark look.

He firmly grabs your jaw, his breath fanning against your jaw and neck, causing goosebumps to form on your skin and a slight tingle to run through your veins. "Since you're being such a dirty slut, as that fucker so kindly put it, maybe I should remind you how good girls should act."

He doesn't give you time to reply before he drags you by the hand, out of the club, and in his car.

Barely a second before you hear the door shut, Porco pushes you against the door with his hands and mouth all over you. You loved how his hands roughly kneaded the flesh of your ass while his mouth left marks on your neck and chest

You moaned by his ear as he sucked on the tender spot on your neck, the sensation of rough bites and his tongue roaming over to soothe the mark sending shivers down your spine. His hand moved from your ass to moving under hem of your dress, to gently tracing the edges of your panties that were growing wetter with each mark Porco left on your skin.

You moaned at his feathery touches, growing more desperate the more his touched teased you.

He lightly traced the waistband of your panties before shoving his hand in, his fingers automatically finding their way to your core. His fingers slowly circled around your swollen clit. So close, yet never quite hitting their mark.

Your moans were growing louder, more desperate, the closer Porco got to directly rubbing your clit.

He's playing with you. He always did when he felt a little more dominant, when he felt you needed reminding that you were his and his alone. Right now, you were a slut that needed to be taught a lesson.

It was torturous for you sometimes. He would bring you to the edge of pleasure only to reel you back in. It was almost unbearable. But the way he always left you satiated, with an aching core and shaky legs, always had you coming back for more.

His two fingers rubbed just above your nub before gently tracing down your lips, stopping just before your soaking hole.

"You're already so fucking wet for me." He chuckled darkly. "I haven't even fucked you yet".

He plunged his middle finger into your hole while his thumb finally rubbed against your clit.

Your back arched in pleasure, your chest pressing into his. His free hand wrapped itself around your neck, his thumb tilting your jaw upward so his mouth could claim yours. He bit your lower lip, causing you to moan. He took this opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, claiming it as his. You gave him control, choosing to let him taste you rather than clashing for dominance. He wanted to teach you a lesson, and maybe you'd let him. Maybe.

He inserted another finger as his digits pumped in and out of you, the pads skillfully massaging that spongy spot only he seemed to find. The skillful ministrations of his fingers alone, his fingers curling up inside you to hit your sweet spot and his thumb rubbing precise circles on and around your clit, was enough to have your toes curling and a white-hot sensation to slowly burn you from your legs up to your core.

"Pock" you moaned into his mouth.

Fuck, he wanted nothing more than to hear you cry his name over and over again.

"Pock, 'm gonna cum." He knew you were. Your kisses were more desperate, your moans were louder. He felt your sweet pussy almost suck his fingers in. He felt your walls grew tighter and tighter with every thrust of his fingers, so desperate for release.

His fingers were about to push you over the edge, the familiar heat of pleasure slowly burning through your whole body. Just when you were about to let the flames of pleasure, Porco doused your flame by quickly withdrawing his hands and left you with nothing.

He smirked as he heard you whine into his kisses.

"Sorry." He smirks at the pout forming on your bruised lips. adorable. "Dirty sluts don't get to finish."

"But Pock!" You whine, rubbing your legs together hoping to get some friction, frustrated as you felt your ruined high ebb away. "I'm your slut."

Something about hearing you calling yourself a slut, something about calling yourself his, made him feel in control.

His lips trailed from your jaw to your throat, leaving more marks he was sure you would scold him for being too obvious to cover up. You were his, weren't you? You would understand.

"Prove it then." He growled into the skin of your neck, grabbing at the back of thighs, signaling you to jump up and wrap your legs around him. You do just that, securing your arms around his neck, leaving your own marks on him too. It was only fair, after all.

He squeezed the flesh of your ass and thighs tightly, surely leavings marks, as he sat both of you down onto the sofa. You straddle his lap as your mouth makes its way from his marked neck to lips.

You grind against his cock, causing him to moan. Urgent hands struggled to free his cock from the confines of his jeans and boxers. You wrapped your fingers around Porco's length and gently up and down. You pumped him a few times before you settled on his tip. You softly thumbed the bead of pre-cum, spreading it around his hed, your free hand massaging his balls.

His hold on you tightens almost painfully. You shimmy away from his grip and move yourself to the floor, kneeling in front of him.

You meet Porco's gaze, his pupils blown with pleasure. You hold his gaze, his hard cock still in your hand while the other settles on his thigh, as you trace the tip of your tongue around his head.

"oh fuck" he groans, throwing his head back against the sofa, aggressively running a hand through his now messed up hair.

You keep your eyes on his face as you gradually work your way down his length. Licking down, back up, then swirling your tongue around his head, slowly inching your down while your hand covers the areas you have yet to taste, moving in synch with the tip of your tongue.

Once you reach the base of his cock, Porco's tip is red, his face flushed from your slow and teasing actions. You flatten your tongue against his base and trace the vein that runs from the underside of his cock until you reach his head. You take his tip in your mouth, placing a small lick on the head, before sucking in your cheeks and making your way down his length. He was barely halfway in your mouth and you could already feel the tears in your eyes and the ache in your jaw.

You sucked up and down his length, cheeks sunken and spit coating his dick to help you bob up and down, and your hand to twist and pump where your mouth couldn't reach. Porco was always a bit too big that you couldn't accommodate all of him in your mouth, but tonight you'd be damned if you didn't at least try.

You slowly moved your hand lower and lower so your mouth had move of him to take in. You paused when you got a little lower and sucked a little harder before coming up, still sucking as you moved up with your tongue grazing his length . Your hand followed your motion, spreading your spit all over his cock. When you finally worked your way to his base, you removed your hand and let your mouth take all of him. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt his tip brush the back of your throat, causing you to gag a little bit.

"Fuck" he gasped when he felt you take him all in your mouth. "you're such a fucking slut. Such a good whore for taking me in your pretty little mouth."

It was almost romantic how beautiful he thought you looked: your mouth wrapped around the base of his cock, tears clinging onto your eyelashes, one hand gripping his thigh tightly while the other found its way between your legs to rub your clit.

His hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before grabbing the hair at the back of your head, guiding you up and down his cock.

He's close. You thought as you lock your gaze on his, eyes half-lidded with his approaching high. The grip on your hair gets tighter and his hips start bucking up to push himself deeper into your mouth.

"You're so fucking good to me for such a dirty slut.” He moans through gritted teeth. You suck his cock hard, taking him deeper into your mouth.

“Fuck baby” His grip on your hair tightens, pushing you down his length, the tip of your nose brushing his abdomen. You gag around his cock, the tightening of your throat pushing him over the edge.

He tries pulling out but you steady yourself, gripping his thighs, as ropes of Porco’s cum spill out of his tip, into your mouth and down your throat. You move up his cock, your hand taking its place. “Oh fuck!” He moans as you gently stroke up and down his length, twisting and turning your wrist to milk ever last drop from him as you give his head a few small licks before pulling his cock out of your mouth with a small ‘pop’.

You let go of his cock and move your hand to settle on his thigh, absentmindedly tracing patterns on his bare skin as you look up at him with a small smile.

Porco’s eyes roam your face. His hair is a mess, his lips slightly parted, panting as he recovers from his high, beads of sweat falling down his flushed face. Once he catches his breath, he leans forward and cradles your head in his hands. He places a sweet and gently kiss on you lips, a stark contrast to what just happened.

He guides you back to his lap. His touch is gentle as one hand settles on your waist while the other lovingly strokes your cheek. He places soft kisses on you lips and neck, kissing the places he’s marked as if he was apologizing for leaving them on the first place. He makes his way to the corner of your jaw.

“Maybe you aren’t a dirty slut after all.” He whispers, the rasp of his voice going straight to your core, a sudden reminder that while you were finished with him, he wasn’t finished with you. You feel him begin to harden beneath you when he kisses you deeper.

“You’re my good girl.” Porco whispers as he moves his hands to grip underneath your thighs to steady you as he stands up, making his way to the bedroom.

“And my good girl deserves to cum.”

[doeilovr]

《　a fool for you 》

ROCKCT AU

Pairing: Drummer Doyoung x Reader

Genre: fluff, a bit angst

Words: 1.8k words

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It wasn't your first concert - no. You've been to many, sitting in the audience countless times to admire whatever artist was pouring out his heart on stage. But this was different to the classical concerts you've been to in the past.

This was way out of your usual comfort zone. And funny enough you just now started wondering how your friend had even convinced you to come here in the first place.

Jaehyun was like a brother to you, he was your best friend, always supporting you and always spending his free time with you.

But unlike you he had other friends too, friends that had other interests. They were kind of the exact opposite from not only him but also you - or so you thought.

You held Jaehyun's hand tightly as he lead you through the crowd closer to the stage. Loud music was roaring in your ears, you fought the urge to hold your ears.

"They already started", Jaehyun shouted in your direction. "Just enjoy yourself, I'll be right back."

You stood right in front of the stage, the people around you cheering and shouting in excitement. The lights were still out, only a loud melody was heard.

Finally as the stage lights turned on you saw them - Jaehyun and his friends. Five guys that wore either a little too much leather or a little too few clothes for your taste.

You recognized Xiaojun, who was the second singer in the group next to Jaehyun. And you recognized Jungwoo, who Jaehyun hung out with very often and who was an absolute god on the bass.

Yuta, the guitarist was who most of your classmates - mostly girls - talked about. Actually, now you kind of understood their obsession.

And then there was the - wait did he look at you? Just when you thought your mind had played you a trick the drummer's eyes and yours met again.

You didn't know him at all, but he had black messy hair which hid his eyes a bit and what seemed like a smirk, playing on his lips.

He looked ridiculously good in his black jeans and white tank top.

You were intrigued, a strange feeling was building in the pit of your stomach and you quickly averted your gaze, looking at Jaehyun instead.

The concert went by fast, you could really feel the energy of all the boys and the lively crowd.

After the show as the regular music set in again and most of the people left, you still stood at the front of the stage, waiting for Jaehyun who went backstage to change.

You leaned against the stage, watching the people slowly making their way to the exit.

"You're a new face", a male voice spoke from behind. Almost startled you turned your head to find the drummer crouching down next to you on stage.

"It's not like I've seen your face before either", you shrugged, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. He let out an amused chuckle, silently watching you.

"True." His dark eyes were burning into you and you felt a bit trapped under his gaze. "Did someone force you to come here or was it your own decision?"

You chuckled, looking around the room, "No one forced me, but it's not my usual scene either." You smiled unconsciously, thinking back to the time Jaehyun asked you to come and see him and his band live.

"I wouldn't have guessed", he let out a deep chuckle. You turned your head to meet his eyes, letting out a sigh at his teasing comment.

"Kim Doyoung", a loud voice echoed through the room, making both of you turn your head.

Kim Doyoung.

Yuta walked over to the two of you, Jaehyun right next to him. "Did you enjoy the show", Yuta asked, smirking at you.

"Yes, I had a good time actually", you smiled, Jaehyun shooting you an 'I told you so' look.

Doyoung brushed his hair back, his eyes still lingering on you.

"Should we go out for drinks", Yuta excitedly suggested, throwing an arm around Jaehyun.

"Can't", Jaehyun countered, "I drove us here, so I'll drive us back", he added, grinning at you. You were glad to call Jaehyun your friend, since he always took care of you no matter what.

But nevertheless you felt like you were holding him back from having fun. "No, Jaehyun. You should go and hang out with everyone. It's fine, I'll take the bus."

Before Jaehyun could protest Doyoung spoke up next to you. "I'll take you home."

You looked at him, his piercing eyes quickly finding yours. Everyone around you seemed to stop talking, an awkward silence filling the room.

"Would that be okay?" Jaehyun put a hand on your shoulder, trying to get your attention. "Sure", you nodded, feeling uneasy at the thought of Doyoung taking you home.

There was something dangerous about him, something that told you to stay away.

After a while you found yourself in front of the building, the others having already left. You were waiting for Doyoung who had to grab his bag from the backstage room.

You leaned against the wall just staring out into the night. A few drunk people passed by, girls you recognized from the concert earlier.

A group of boys walked up to you, you could barely make out their faces in the dark.

"You got cigarettes?" One of the boys pointed at you, clearly tipsy. You quickly shook your head, hoping they'd quickly leave you alone.

Of course they didn't and stepped even closer. "Wanna come with us", another one of the boys spat out with an evil smirk. "We could have some fun together."

You swallowed, "no I'm good. Now would you please excuse me I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You lied and you were pretty sure they noticed, you just sucked at lying.

The boys chuckled dangerously, one of them stepping even closer. You tried to back up more, but your back already hit the wall.

"That's very rude", the boy countered, visibly annoyed.

"Are they bothering you?" A familiar voice came from your right and you turned your head to watch no other than Kim Doyoung step out of the dark.

"Can I help you", one of the boys barked, now all the attention on Doyoung.

Doyoung chuckled, making you wonder what the hell he thought was so funny. "Yes, do me the favor and leave. Now", he hissed. You could tell it was a threat solely from the choice of his words. On the outside Doyoung looked as calm as ever.

"And who are you to tell me to piss off", the boy spat back. Doyoung walked past him and stopped next to you, his arm quickly finding its way over your shoulders.

"I'm her boyfriend."

You shot your head to the side, looking at Doyoung in confusion. You wondered if he had heard you mentioning that before?

The boys didn't argue any longer and walked away, Doyoung's staying close to you until they were really out of sight.

"Are you okay?" Doyoung's expression had changed, his eyes looked a lot bigger and sparklier than before, for a moment it even seemed like he was pouting. Or maybe that was just your imagination.

"What? Yeah, I'm okay", you mumbled, stepping away from him.

Maybe it was because you were still nervous about the encounter with these rude boys, but maybe it was also just because of Doyoung. Whatever this strange feeling that spread in your stomach was, it made your heart race and your mind go blank.

"Should I take you home now?" Doyoung took off his jacket, putting it around you instead. "It's cold", he mumbled, "you shouldn't get sick."

You felt torn between these two sides of Doyoung. Was he cold or caring?

Doyoung lead you to his car, which was parked right across the road - he even held the door open for you.

The whole ride you were quiet, not even daring to talk. You felt oddly nervous in Doyoung's presence, your heart was beating fast.

The car came to a halt in front of your dorm, both of you not moving in your seat. "Thanks", you turned your head to look at Doyoung once again, only to find him looking at you already.

"You know, I've actually seen you before", Doyoung explained, immediately having your attention. "I've been to one of your concerts. It was actually a coincidence, but I was glad I took the wrong turn that evening."

The corner of Doyoung's mouth slightly rose as he thought back to the time he first saw you. You were playing the piano on stage, a piece by Chopin.

And although he didn't even enjoy classical music it seemed like the most beautiful thing he had ever heard at that moment. Especially with you playing it.

"I didn't know who you were back then, but as I hung out with Jaehyun I unconsciously learned about you everyday", he explained, "you know, he just can't shut up about you."

You let out a chuckle - that was just so Jaehyun.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again. And I don't believe in fate, you know, but when I saw you tonight I doubted all my beliefs for a second."

You swallowed, eyes blankly staring in Doyoung's direction. "So?" You watched his smile slowly appear. "Are you telling me you suddenly believe in fate?"

Doyoung chuckled, as if he was amused by your question. "No, but I believe in coincidences, in seizing the opportunity. And I'd be a fool to not ask you to come and see us play again tomorrow."

You raised your eyebrows at him. Did he just ask you out? "Tomorrow", you repeated, "yes, id love to come."

"Good", Doyoung nodded with a soft smile, his gaze moving between your eyes and your lips. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"And maybe afterwards you can drive me home again", you suggested without thinking twice.

"I'd like that."

You looked at each other for another moment, before you finally snapped back to reality, waving goodbye to Doyoung and getting out of the car.

You watched Doyoung drive off, unable to hold back your smile. You felt like you were floating and you were already excited to see him again the next evening.

You didn't believe in fate either, but there was something about seeing Doyoung on stage, fully focused on playing the drums.

There was something about him falling for a stranger he saw from the distance one day and falling for the same stranger again some time later - that stranger being you.

There was something that made you almost believe in fate too.

And maybe it really was a coincidence, maybe it was even Jaehyun's work. But maybe, just maybe, there really was a little fate involved.

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a/n: check out the rest of the collab hosted by @johnsamericano :3 I'm super happy to be part of this collab! It's my first one too so it's even more exciting:)

[hey-there-juliet]

Random Drabble Day (2/23)

Summary: First off, let me just say that this is more like a one-shot than a drabble because I'm a wordy bitch and I cannot control myself 😅

That said, I always had a hard time imagining Julie writing some of the Perfect Harmony's lyrics about herself, so I thought why not make this just another song that Luke and Julie wrote together? This is set somewhere between Finally Free and Edge of Great, in that week when Ray was stress-eating. This is supposed to fit back into the show at the end, so it might seem like a cliffhanger, but it's not.

Quick shout out to @jamestkirkish for betaing this for me! I love you and you are amazing! Any remaining mistakes are my own. And to the fabulous Sloan, for helping me out with Luke's handwriting! Enjoy 🧡

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Relationship: Juke 💜

in the great scheme of life and ghosts

No matter how many times Luke insisted that she had been snooping through his things, Julie knew for a fact that she had done no such thing. In reality, she had simply been cleaning the studio when she came across it.

For three ghosts who didn't eat and could barely even touch anything most of the time, the boys sure knew how to make a mess. Every morning Julie would walk into the studio to find the chairs or coffee table rearranged, at least one of the rugs was always askew, and the clothes... the clothes were everywhere, and the worst part was: they reeked. 

And so every morning before leaving for school Julie would shoot them a stern look and tell them to pick up after themselves. Which they did - when she got back home, things were mostly in their rightful place. Still, every weekend Julie would make sure to take a moment away from homework and rehearsal to tidy the place up to perfection, just like her mom liked it. She'd dust off the furniture, water the plants, sweep the floor, and even vacuum the whole place. One Saturday when she was home alone (her dad photographing a wedding, and Carlos at a friend's house), she even went through the trouble of washing all of the guys' old clothes. 

Somehow, and she didn't even want to think about how that worked, the clothes didn't stink when they were actually wearing them, but at any other moment when they made no contact with their skin? Yeah... not good. So she washed them all (three times, using every trick and product she had). She washed them a fourth time for good measure and, by the time she was finished, any traces of twenty-five year old mold was gone, and so was the smell.

So no, she was not snooping - no matter what Luke said - when she came across the crumpled paper ball between the couch and the low cabinet, just behind a big vase her mom had gotten from tía Victoria.

Julie sighed, making a mental note to tell Luke to put his discarded ideas in the bin (again) if he didn't want them anymore, when one scribbled and wrinkled word caught her attention: Perfect Ha-

She bit her lip, staring down at the teasing word. Perfect what? Was it lyrics? Maybe half formed ideas? Doodles? Julie knew Luke liked to doodle in the margins of his notebook whenever he got stuck trying to come up with the next best piece of lyric or melody. She also knew she should probably just leave it alone, put it with his stuff to ask him later if he wanted to keep it, or put it in the garbage. Except the more she glanced down at that damn word, the stronger she felt it pull her towards uncovering whatever else the crumpled paper ball was hiding. 

In the end, the pull was too strong. She'd just take a quick look, make sure it wasn't anything important before she threw it away. And, she reasoned with herself, trying to squish the guilt that was making itself known in the pit of her stomach: Luke had gotten rid of it, so he clearly didn't care much for whatever was in there. 

Not able to resist any longer, Julie carefully unfolded the paper, slowly making her way towards the piano and using its surface as a table to help smooth the page over.

Luke's (horrendous) handwriting covered it with the bare bones of a song, random lines were scribbled in the margins with a couple of doodles for company, and even a little note from their bassist - ‘Reggie was here ;)’.

It took her a minute before the chicken scratches became words, and then Julie's breath left her in a rush, as the guilty feeling in her stomach turned into butterflies and flew away with her imagination. 

It was a song, parts of one, anyway, and - more importantly - it was a love song.

Unprompted, her own words came back to her, "Wow, Luke! I didn't know you were such a romantic." Quickly followed by Alex's short reply, "He's not."

She knew now who Unsaid Emily was really about, but these new words were clearly about a different kind of love. The romantic kind, and Julie couldn't help letting herself believe - just for a moment - that the song might be about her.

Before she could let herself be carried away in a daydream, there was a - now familiar - shift in the air, a sound almost like static, the only thing letting her know of a ghost's appearance. Without a thought, she crumpled the page again and shoved the paper ball in her pocket for later inspection. 

"Hey, Julie!" Reggie's cheerful greeting sounded across the studio from where he had poofed in, and soon - with his "help," bless him - Julie was finished with her weekend clean up. 

As if summoned by the end of her chores, Luke poofed in, ready to rehearse. Alex soon followed; and by the time Julie retired for the night, the song had been almost forgotten where it hid inside her pocket. 

Almost.

***

After getting ready for the night, Julie settled on her bed with the wrinkled page and her dreambox. She read over the words again and again, imagining they were about her.

Step into my world, 

Bittersweet love story about a girl 

Shook me to the core 

Voice like an angel, 

I've never heard before, 

- 

You and me together, it's more than chemistry 

- 

Love me as I am 

I hold your music 

Here inside my hands 

- 

You are my brightest burning star 

- 

We create Perfect Harmony.

And unless Luke had been singing with another girl, there didn't seem to be many options on who it could be about, right?

From the beginning, Julie had felt something connecting her to him; to all of them, in different ways. But Luke had been the one to give her a little piece of his soul right after meeting her when he let her use Bright to earn back her spot in the music program. Seeing his passion reflecting back on her, the way he treated music like she used to, made her miss it more than anything for the first time in almost a year. It made her miss the way it felt to use music to connect with her mom.

After they spent a whole weekend finishing each other's songs and working on new ones, getting to know each other's inner workings - the part of them that bled out feelings into paper to create beautiful melodies, Julie knew she was a goner. Finding out he'd been the one to write the words that shaped her taste in rock certainly didn't help. Like he'd been helping her find her way to music long before they even met.

Her crush on him had been inevitable from the start, and while falling for him was probably one of the worst things she could’ve done, it was too late to stop it. She'd been free falling for a while, and hopefully she'd land in his arms soon enough. Reading over his words again gave Julie a warm fluttering in her stomach that made her think he was more than ready to catch her once she reached the ground. 

Carefully folding the piece of paper, she put it inside her dreambox, then placed the box back on the shelf.

***

The following week went by without any hiccups. Every once in a while, Julie would remember Luke's song and a familiar warmth would fill her up, leaving a soft smile on her lips and glazed eyes staring off at nothing. Just as often, Flynn would have to shake her out of her daydreams.

She didn't think much would come of it until her dad decided to throw the band a party so he could film them and post their video on YouTube. Which was fine. Amazing, even. It was most certainly great! Until Luke came to the school, staring at her with his stupid, beautiful, awed eyes, and with his soft, perfect smile, saying things that made her combust and melt, all at the same time.

"I think you make me a better writer." 

    "I think we make each other better."

Calling Nick 'Luke' was bad enough, but slipping into a complete musical sequence as she danced with him? "Goner" didn't even begin to describe her. 

Like the other times they'd written together, the lyrics flowed through her, finishing the song he'd started with the same ease as one would take a breath.

Julie knew that whatever was going on between her and Luke couldn't happen or, if it did, it couldn't last. In fact, in the great scheme of life and ghosts, she didn't know much, but what she did know was that - be it in life or in death - love was constant. 

He didn't need to have a heartbeat or to be able to touch her for her to love him. He was just as real to her as the next person, and whether it would hurt in the long run or not, it didn't matter. 

She knew Flynn was only looking out for her, but that ship had sailed, and Julie was already so lost in his ocean eyes that avoiding eye contact wasn't going to bring it back. She would entertain her though, even knowing it wouldn't work. Just like the tide, eventually he'd pull her right back in.

She could love him just as he was, for however long they had together, and especially after that.

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End notes: I hope you guys enjoyed it! And, if you'll notice, at the beginning it kind of gives off the impression that Luke eventually finds out about the song and Julie tells him how she found it. Which may or may not lead you to believe that they're in a relationship. I guess it all depends on interpretation though ;)

Oh, also! Shout out to the chaos squad folks that guessed right! You guys are no fun :( /j lmao

[gretavanfleetposts]

i love reading your ships and was wondering if you could do one for me :)

i'm 5'7 with naturally dark blonde hair that i recently dyed a reddish color. my personality type is istp and i believe my enneagram is 5w6? i'm a criminal justice major, and i'm considering going to law school. my faith is really important to me. i love music so much... it's an integral part to my life. recently i've been listening to a lot of blues and classic rock. i love hiking and nature, and have recently gotten into foraging. i love to cook and bake. i also like to write poetry, although i personally don't think the things i write make sense from a logical perspective. i love both the 70's hippy aesthetic and the dark academia aesthetic. and i think that's about it lol

tysm in advance :))

Hello, my love!

❤: I'm so glad you love reading our ships! We love having you! I did go peruse your blog as I usually do when we get asks off anon, and I absolutely love it haha I also love getting peoples enneagram types, I find that very interesting. I also love the fact that you write poetry. I hardly ever meet people that are into poetry anymore! Anyway, you sound super cute and like you have fantastic style. Like, what's better than the 70's hippy aesthetic and the dark academia aesthetic? They are superior.

Ship: Josh

Because: Personally, I think if anyone can understand your poetry, it's probably Josh. And if anyone can inspire your poetry as well, it's probably also Josh. The man is a natural poet, as we know. And he would be so encouraging of your writing and would want to read all of it, no matter how confusing you might insist it is. I think you'd quickly bond over your music tastes and he would really admire your appreciation of the blues and classic rock. I think he'd feel like you especially understand his music and that would be comforting to him. And I also feel like he would love to go foraging with you. That sounds right up his alley.

Scenario:

There was nothing you loved more than watching your boyfriend perform and tonight you were excited because you were finally going to be able to make it to one of his shows

You were especially excited tonight because Josh had let slip to you that they'd be performing a new song tonight that even you hadn't heard them rehearse

You stood in the crowd pressed up against the barricade like the obsessed fan you were, waiting for the band to come out

The second Josh stepped foot on stage, the crowd erupted into shrill screams, your own in the mix

You could practically feel electricity buzzing in the air as they began their set

Josh really was an magnificent performer

You sang along to every song, eagerly awaiting one you didn't recognize

Finally, toward the end of the set, a song began that you hadn't heard Josh sing before and you knew this must be the new song

Confirming your suspicion, Josh found your eyes from the stage as he opened the song with a short introduction

"This is a song we recently wrote. It's inspired by someone I love very much. In fact, she helped me write it, although I don't think she knows it yet." And with that he sent you a tantalizing wink that brought heat to your cheeks and drew impossibly louder screaming from the fans surrounding you

He was right, you had no idea how or when you had helped him write the song

That is, until he started singing

You began to notice lyrics that sounded familiar to you even though you hadn't heard this song before

Then it dawned on you

Half of the lyrics were words you had written in your poetry book at home

Josh had gone through one of his favorite poems of yours and had carefully crafter lyrics around it, keeping the original intent of your own words as he wove in his own as responses

Your heart swelled in your chest as he finished the song and then the set and soon enough you found yourself throwing yourself into his arms backstage

"I hope you don't mind I used some of your writing," he said with a smile

You had no idea how you had found the one man who truly understood the musings of your mind but of course it was Josh

You loved the song. And you loved him even more

I hope you liked it! Thank you for the request!

-⭐

Ships are currently closed

[theangrypokemaniac]

There's a sneering attitude that the dub is inherently inferior solely for being a dub, and when I say 'dub' I mean the American one. No one attacks the South American interpretation, funnily enough, or the variety that exist globally.

Why not if foreign languages are so abhorrent?  Do you think it's kewl to hate America?

That's so original you know.

If the moan centres on the dub changing certain things, well that's a pointless stance, because it's impossible to do otherwise.

What's accepted in one country is not always permitted elsewhere, so either you make those alterations or it's never shown. I'd prefer seeing a slightly toned down version rather than have it never reach the West at all.

This is without considering the technical obstacles that a direct translation brings. The words do have to fit the mouth movements, and if they don't, truncation must follow.

America and Japan are different; the population of the former are not going to comprehend the references to the latter's history and culture, which necessitates some divergence from the original to give it mass appeal.

Anime is a branch of entertainment. It has to attract the public's good will to stay in business. If impenetrable, it'll fail, with all the resulting unemployment and finacial losses that brings.

Those in charge of dubbing understandably think they're on safer ground promoting familiarity rather than the strange, but that's not to say Pokémon was stripped of its identity. On the contrary, it was like nothing I'd ever encountered before.

I may have watched Western cartoons then, but the idea of doing so now is silly. I won't give time to any modern animation unless it's Japanese. Growing up on the dub has not produced an ephemeral fan less serious or 'true'.

The 4Kids dub had wit, humour, deep emotion, suggestive comments and flights of fancy. The voices fitted the characters well.

Unlike the current one, where everyone sounds on the verge of vomiting, but then they're clearly working with substandard material on a miserly budget. You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear after all.

Dubs can be bad, but the very state of being a dub doesn't confer worthlessness automatically. Considering the work gone into them, attempting to gain your favour, it seems rude not to appreciate the time and energy spent in production.

Knowing a little about history, sub-only fanatics remind me of the kind of folk who opposed an English Bible, because it was too good for the oiks to read the word of God.

Of course it was alright for them, rich enough to be taught Latin, but not so much the ordinary man.

It amuses me how dozens dismiss the dub, but see no hypocrisy in using its evidence to further their ship or anti-ship arguments, so it can't be that revolting.

It's also bizarre that so many hold sacred the sub of a series currently in a frenzy to shed every aspect of its anime and Japanese origins, leaving a vague, rootless ghost, supposedly making it easier to slip down the gullet of the masses.

Pokémon I've seen referred to as a 'gateway drug', as in the anime that introduced a generation to the entire concept. This means the dub. You would not have got enough kids in the late Nineties to read a screen rather than watch it, and even today most would lose interest rapidly.

Where would you be without that dub? Unless you're Japanese, your first experience of Pokémon will have been a dub, and if not the American, the one where you live, which was only made because there was the funds available.

You may have then progressed to watching the sub, but only because that dub stirred love in your soul.

Where would the franchise be without that dub? You think Pokémon would've grown to be a world-wide obsession raking in billions by itself? No, it'd still be a solely Japanese phenomena, and most likely never lasted this long.

Its decades of supremacy rests on the quality of that dub. It sold games and merchandise to kids by the ton, giving an incentive to keep the series going. If you're not a fan from the first wave, then your favourite era would have never existed had it not been financially attractive carrying on.

The team who wrote the first film actually preferred the dub, moved to tears by its emotive use of music, therefore they aren't so precious as the fans.

Where would anime be without that dub? Pokémon brought it to the West. A handful slipped through previously, but made minor impression.

To those who would dismiss Pokémon entirely in favour of more 'worthy' output such as Studio Ghibli, I would say that Pokémon, first the games, then the programme they inspired, must have an integral quality to have caught on in Japan, which isn't exactly short on similar concepts.

To have gained popularity in a crowded market, and so fervently a dub became an option, can only have come about because it held a certain magic.

It was the dub that smashed a hole in the cultural barrier, setting free the tidal wave to engulf the world. In Pokémon's trail followed Digimon, Cardcaptors, Monster Rancher, Yu-Gi-Oh! et cetera.

Without Pokémon, I doubt they'd have been translated, and definitely never broadcast on mainstream television. That came about as channels desperately hunted down anything Japanese to serve as the next craze.

I really appreciated the effort made by 4Kids in converting every aspect of the series to suit American tastes, including changing text on signs, letters and books into English. I assumed this was standard practice until I watched others.

I could never be as involved in them as I was Pokémon because of that block. It was like being denied access to the deeper waters, fenced into the shallows, and implied a rushed dub, with little care shown but to chase the same crowd and money.

If personified, the dub 'n' sub wouldn't be one human being, but rather identical twins: the same to a casual observer, but easy to tell apart by the more attentive.

It's like the games: Red and Blue are versions of a single adventure, but not totally one. Take the dub and the sub the same way. They are parallel dimensions running on separate rails, and beyond reconciliation, and that's before we consider that, sub and dub alike, each generation has only a faint relation to its predecessor, working on its own whims.

Everyone has a favourite, or can like both, and there's nothing wrong in that, but so many are proud of the fact they hate the dub, as if it conveys a revered status of supremacy.

When Disney films are shown abroad, they too are translated, and I'm sure references and jokes are redesigned to make sense to the locals. It's no use selling yourself as a comedy then being surprised when the audience refuses to laugh, having no idea what you mean.

If people prefer that one, for being what introduced them to Disney as a whole, or as a fond memory of childhood, then so what?

I don't mind if their view of a character is minutely at odds with mine, having seen the original, because what they think is canon to their version, so can't be wrong.

I don't go round declaring every Disney dub to be pathetic by its nature, that viewers of them are of a lesser breed of fan for preferring their own tongue, even though more of the world's population understand English than they do Japanese.

If you enjoy one tailored to your country there's no crime in it, just as I like one at least comprehensible to mine. It's not even my culture, but I pick it up mostly.

The choice must be made on which to follow, and this blog runs on dub canon, as that has a claim on my heart. Just because I don't acknowledge what takes place in the sub doesn't mean I'm unaware of it, but it has no bearing on what I write.

The idea that the dub alters things willy-nilly without rhyme nor reason is also mistaken. Often it does it because the original does not make sense.

In the sub, I know Nanny and Pop-Pop are just a couple of old duffers taken at random and dropped in to a castle, supposedly as James's far away nannies.

Oh yeah, that's a cushy position. You doing a lot of child care from miles off?

Mind you, it used to describe 'em as 'caretakers' on Bulbapædia, as if Nan serves as housekeeper whilst Pop tends to the garden.

That's right. Ma and Pa finally got some work out of this pair of freeloaders.

They're not related, remember? No, no, absolutely not, no way. Of course their style reflects that. They just gave Pop a 'tache, thick eyebrows and a bigger nose, and Nan got a bun and lines in her hair, but there's certainly no connection. Oh no. Such a thing is ridiculous.

They're NOT family. No. Yet Hoenn James still panics they might learn he's joined Team Rocket, spending the whole episode trying to hide the truth.

Why? Who are servants to criticise the son of their employers? Why should their opinion be of any consequence to Hoenn James, especially when his parents, fiancée and butler are cognizant of reality?

Children of aristocrats are usually brought up by governesses, thus develop a stronger attachment to these figures rather than their parents, but that isn't the case here.

James lived with Ma and Pa, not the codgers minding the castle. He would have very little contact with distant employees compared to those who waited on him daily, so why seek out their approval?

Hoenn James apparently was permitted visits to Nan 'n' Pop, which is strange considering they're not relatives. Why them and not any other house-stters?

That's right, Ma and Pa sent their son to one of their properties without them, entrusting him to the care of two shrivelled pensioners of his size that he barely knew, and who could keel over at any minute. There are no other servants present. Apparently Nan and Pop clean an entire castle by themselves.

Oh, and they run a makeshift Pokémon sanctuary, but since it's not their home it has to be done with Ma and Pa's blessing, who also have to pay for it, but they're eevul aren't they?

The idea that somehow Nanny and Pop-Pop have not cottoned on to James's occupation by now is risible.

Servants gossip about their masters. I bet the entire household of his home know, and so in turn does the county. That Nan and Pop remain oblivious proves how isolated they are, for no one's thought to inform them.

When it came to dubbing it, they were made his grandparents, removing all the above nonsense. Of course he visits his nan and granddad, it's their gaff and their money funding the place, and it is likely his mother or father would keep James's job a secret, for fear the shock would finish 'em off.

It should do really. If they're not bothered by it that's a sign of where his rapscallion ways were inherited.

They aren't facially akin to Ma and Pa, but display the same additions, so if staff it's bloody lazy, as if nannies have to resemble your parents, but inventing a blood link excuses the slothful characterisation.

Every reference I've seen on Tumblr relating to the coffin-dodgers calls them Nanny and Pop-Pop. Apparently the dub decision is met with universal approval. It does have redeeming aspects then.

Now the sub writers, rather than ignore this development, took to it too. They aren't exactly bursting with ideas these days and are probably grateful for the lifelines offered.

Remembering James had parents, they forced a likeness between them and Nanny and Pop-Pop. How else do you explain the inexplicable ageing, even when Sinnoh Ma and Sinnoh Pa are younger than Ma and Pa?

I've also known for years that the sub has this woman as Jessie's foster mother, not Ma Jess, but that's stupid.

I can grasp the idea that Jessie and Ma might have endured extreme deprivation, considering that's what Team Rocket has brought to Jessie anyway, and that they may have lived at the bottom of Mew's mountain prior to Ma's death.

What I find difficult to take in is that social services (or as they're known where I live, the S.S.), however notoriously awful they are, would give a child to a mad bitch in a shack with no running water.

Come on, they have to at least pretend to be concerned for Jessie's welfare.

As Jessie is very young, bereavement can't have befallen her in the distant past, so how can she be happy this soon after becoming an orphan? How could the grieving period be a cherished memory?

If that woman's creaming off the money, why hasn't she fixed the place up by now? Where do the payments go, sniffing glue?

Then there's the depiction. If this is just some daft bint never to be mentioned again, why do they conceal her face? Who cares what she looks like when she's unimportant?

Here's another figure from Jessie's past. She isn't disguised, and why not when she too briefly appears and is then forgotten?

Who was she?

The only sort of characters they tended to hide were other members of Team Rocket:

During the early scenes featuring Giovanni, he was enveloped in shadow, adding both intrigue and a sense of menace.

Madame Boss also got this treatment, even though there was probably no intention to ever feature her in the anime. What's the use in keeping an appearance a mystery if it'll remain masked?

With that pattern, it implies this woman is in the same category, like Ma Jess.

When it came to animation, it definitely was intended to be a foster mother. Not her real one. No.

What did they do?

They gave her Jessie's skin tone and purple hair hanging down her back!

You know, like Ma Jess?

Any colour would've done. Any at all, and being anime I do mean any colour, but no. The choice was made to give her the looks of the exact person she's not meant to be!

Is it that surprising the dub simplified things?

I don't mind if you like the dub, sub, both, or any from around the world, but I'm tired of the smug condescension, as if we all agree the sub is the only one that counts, and that dub fans are grunting troglodytes, or not 'proper' aficionados.

None of us would be here were it not for the dub. Pokémon would not be here. I think it deserves some respect for how much of a difference it made, to my life and to yours.

[acidicwriting]

Billie Eilish -Lovely feat.Khalid

Isn't it lovely all alone

Heart made of glass my mind of stone

Tear me to pieces skin to bone

Hello,welcome home

She lay on her back,the bed sheet caressing her skin with a smooth touch.The sheet covering her didn't seem to offer her any warmth. Alyssa's fingers were cold, body involuntarily shivering whenever a cool gust of wind blew in through the half-open window.Her previously harsh sobs had subsided into silent tears that now only remained as dried-up tracks on her face.Her heartbeat was even,no longer hammering against her chest .Her whole being was now eerily calm, similar to a formerly angry bee, buzzing with menace before being smoked into serenity.A brilliant flash of light danced across the sky,turning it green for a moment,followed by the loud clap of Thor beating his hammer high up in the heavens yet she lay impervious to it.

As if on cue, Patches darted into her room and jumped up on her bed with a shaky meow.The cat's eyes were wide, bottle brush tail flicking in the air as he made his way to Alyssa , sniffing her face before climbing onto her chest and taking a seat. He looked regal really, posture like that of a noble general marching his brave soldiers into the battleground.She was going to miss him.The comfort he brought simply with his presence was unparallelled.His meows, his purrs, that look of smug satisfaction on his face he when he caught a cockroach and brought it back to proudly show off to her.Those two lone patches of brown on the base of his ears that contrasted softly with his white fur.Even his weight on her chest was reassuring .Like everything was going to be alright in the world. Only it wasn't. Not for her.

But that was fine, really. She'd come to terms with it.It all had to end now. No more anxiety, no more constant self-loathing, no more loneliness. She felt numb. And oh,so tired. Her hands were stable as they softly scratched the top of Patches' little head. The kitten responded by resting his chin on his feet and closing his eyes.It seemed like a nice enough way to go ; lying on her bed, cozy, with the only creature in the world that never made her feel silly or worthless,who looked at her with unconditional love brimming in those icy blue eyes.She felt a sharp pang of guilt in her heart as she thought about how Patches would feel when he finally realised his master was dead.In the goodbye message she'd sent Alicia,she'd told her to take care of the cat in her permanent absence. She had turned off her phone so there was no chance of her getting a reply text. Not that she'd get one too soon anyway. Alicia hardly had time to check what her attention-seeking little sister texted her,what with her jam-packed schedule. Who'd actually notice her absence first? Her father? Her sister? Certainly not her "friends". At least she'd filled several bowls of food and water for Patches so he could survive on his own for a while.And if those ran out then,well,he could just eat her right?

Her lunch was leftover linguine with a simple sauce.Last night it had tasted like spring and sunshine on a plate.Today it tasted like ash.She managed to chew and swallow the whole thing, walked to the bathroom,gulped down the contents of the little orange bottle of Ambien and washed that down with a bottle of wine.Then she lay down, waiting for the inevitable to happen.

Her wait wasn't a long one. In less than a half hour her inhalations began to consecutively become shallower with her heart rate picking up.Her lips felt dry and when she tried to lick them even her tongue turned out to be parched .Calm down,she told herself, it's okay. She attempted to swallow but that small action stung as if her throat were scraped raw on the inside. She needed water. Right then.

Alyssa sat up ,dislocating Patches ,and promptly fell back onto her sheets, hit by a sudden wave of light-headedness. Inhaling deeply she sat back up, her arms quivering as she pushed herself off the bed, only to take two steps forward before plummeting to the floor. Her legs felt like jelly.Everything looked hazy.She blinked hard, trying to clear her unfocused eyes but to no avail.Heart pounding, she crawled to the dresser on top of which her phone was. She reached out with her hands but only ended up pushing it farther away brushing her fingers against it.Alyssa was slightly breathless now,mouth hung open, insides twisting as she tried to push herself up holding the dresser drawers but found that her body didn't really do what she wanted it to anymore and fell back limply on the ground with a loud thud.Her body felt like it had been hit by a truck.Her hands were shaking and she couldn't do anything to stop them,the muscles of her legs,back and shoulders were contracting wildly yet she was utterly helpless.Her throat seemed to be closing up.Her mouth still hung open but except for the loud gasps of breath she inhaled and exhaled she could make no other sound.She was crying now, screaming in her head for someone to come save her. This was not how her life was supposed to end.Her body was not supposed to betray her like this.Alyssa felt a wild stab of fear clawing at her insides that came with the blunt realisation that she was not ready to die."Help me please please anybody please just someone help me " the voice inside her head kept screaming and screaming and screaming while all that came out of her mouth were small choked whimpers and gasps.She could hear Patches wailing loudly, scared of whatever was happening to her before running off into another part of the house,seemingly eager to put a distance between them and leaving her to fend for herself. It was hot,so unbearably hot.Her body felt like it was blistering. Her eyes burned as they fluttered shut.

She could hear a voice and the sound of footsteps .Someone was in her apartment. "I'M IN HERE! " the voice in her head screamed. It was a familiar voice that said "Uh, Alyssa it's me Johnny from next door, I brought your cat back.He came into my apartment meowing his ass off and it was actually kinda freaky 'cause I thought he was feral but then I saw the collar and HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT HAPPENED" he had walked right into the doorway to her room.Johnny dropped Patches and rushed to her side, turning her on her back to feel her neck for a pulse and simultaneously calling and shrieking the address to a 911 operator. Patches anxiously paced half circles around the both of them,sniffing Alyssa's trembling hands and wailing loudly at her .

The last thing Alyssa saw before losing her consciousness was the face of a medic as she pulled her left eye open,aimed a flashlight at it and yelled something to someone behind behind her.

Everything happened in a rush after the medics came.Alyssa was heaved onto a stretcher,her still-convulsing body strapped down and pulled inside an ambulance that sped away instantly with Johnny in it with her.She was wheeled to the operating room, tubes attached to her arms,a particularly big tube in her mouth pumping in the necessary fluids. The doors closed behind Alyssa and the emergency medical team, separating them from Johnny who had been running right beside them. He stood there, shaking with fright before sinking into one of the couches with his face in his hands. What the hell just happened? Why was Alyssa having a grand mal seizure in the middle of the day? How long had she been like that before he found her? What would have happened if her cat hadn't run to his apartment?Was she even going to make it?

Alyssa was trapped in a nightmare.She kept running but they always found her. The malicious enigmas that her subconscious had created.There were many.People she used to know,people she didn't remember ever seeing.She didn't know exactly what it was about them that terrified her.Maybe it was simply their malicious aura,or maybe it was the way they smiled at her.Cold smiles with sinister eyes .They smiled like they knew a secret of hers.As they'd try to grab her they'd laugh.And when she got away they's scream and moan as if they were in pain.There was a small boy too.He wore a yellow shirt,black pants and black shoes.He never approached her.He stayed in the shadows, just quietly watching her.There was something about him that absolutely terrified her. On seeing him her breaths stuttered, she'd shake and just collapse. Was this all in her head?Or was it real life? Was she simply trapped in another dimension?Was this limbo? Or was this where the dead stayed? If that was the case where were the others?

There was a light now. A brilliant light that had an otherworldly quality to it.It seemed to emanate a soft music. And she inexplicably found herself being drawn to it. She took a step towards it, entranced, reached out a hand only to be pulled back into darkness with a shriek.The monsters were back.

After what seemed like an eternity of suffering,Alyssa's eyes flickered open.And to her massive surprise she found herself in a hospital room, with needles in her arm, what looked like a catheter hooked on her torso and the sound of beeping from the device measuring her heart rate.'What the hell?'she thought and turned her head to the left to see Johnny sitting there tapping away on his phone. He looked so out of place in the drab,pale cream room, dressed in a pink t-shirt, black jeans and white shoes. And yet he looked so good. She suddenly felt inferior and oddly exposed to him in the hospital gown with its thin,white material,hair that was most probably matted to her head and her pale skin.Awkwardly fumbling with the sheets,she tried to pull them all over herself when he looked up and went "Oh thank god you're awake I was beginning to get worried" with a smile so bright she could only stare for a moment before she snapped out of it. "Why were you worried?" it came out harsh due to her not having spoken in a while but Johnny either didn't notice or just chose to ignore it because the next second he was going off about how he was so scared when he found her, and the doctors gave him a mini heart attack when they declared that she had died on the table and then almost fainting in relief when that one particularly determined doctor who seemed to just not know how to give up had miraculously brought Alyssa back from the dead. "YOU WERE DEAD FOR 2 MINUTES AND 42 SECONDS ALYSSA THAT'S ALMOST LIKE 3 FUCKING MINUTES" .He then proceeded to explain how her sister had showed up that night in tears."I swear she would've wiped the floor with the face of that nurse who told her she couldn't see you in the icu right then if I wasn't holding her back" and how Alicia practically lived in her hospital room for the entirety of four days and only went home to shower when Johnny visited each day. " I told her you're up.She's on the way now, it's gonna take her,like,10 minutes and she says to tell you that she's gonna kill you". "Oh" is all the reply Alyssa can muster before a doctor walks in with with a nurse and a woman who introduces herself saying "Hi, Alyssa my name is Charlotte" "She's one of our doctors who are going to see you during your stay here", added the doctor. After a moment she again replied with a quiet "Oh",which seemed to be the only word in Alyssa's muddled, slow brain yet her heart rate had picked up and she began to fidget uncomfortably at the idea of having to talk to someone. She spaced out, didn't even notice them leaving or Johnny resuming his seat on the couch and refocusing his attention to his phone. "Thanks Johnny" she said when she finally came to her senses. He smiled softly at her, "Don't sweat it" he said before he went back to his phone.His smile seemed to calm her down a little.She looked to her right and there was a tray laden with soup and a glass of orange juice.She carefully picked up the glass, pleasantly surprised to see she had the strength to do so, and took a small sip. It tasted bitter. She put it back down and settled back against the pillow,at ease. Her calmness didn't last long ; the next moment her door was flung open and there she was. Alicia, her older sister who didn't really seem to care before but now had eyes brimming with tears.She half-ran to her bed and flung herself at Alyssa and held her so tightly Alyssa wasn't sure if her sudden lack of breath was due to the fact that she herself was overcome with emotions or her sister's stronghold on her. And she seemed to not even care about that because they were both sobbing now,shoulders shaking,saying words the other couldn't comprehend.Johnny excused himself with an awkward "I'll get going then",leaving the door open behind him.

When Alicia finally detached herself, Alyssa found herself become nervous again about having to explain her actions. She opened her mouth, about to say something when Alicia gasps and reaches for her handbag, through which the head of a certain cat with white fur and a lone brown patch at the base of each ear could be seen "I couldn't not bring him he's missed you so much. Johnny says he's been crying for you all the time",she said,letting him out .He runs to Alyssa, meowing, without missing a beat. Patches stands on her half sitting body, hind paws on her stomach, soft front paws on her chest, sniffing her face and then rubbing his head on her face while meowing.Alyssa realised she loved this cat to death.While Johnny may have called an ambulance it was Patches who had run off to Johnny's to bring him to her.She hugged the cat to herself, kissing his small head."Johnny took care of him?" she asked Alicia."Yeah he loves the cat he says it basically saved you", she replied, in an amused voice. "He did,he's my furry little hero" Alyssa said, kissing his head again and smiling softly. "I'll be there for you from now on Aly". Alyssa froze, her mind immediately blanking but as hard as she struggled she couldn't find any words to form a sort of reply.In lieu she said "The door's open".Alicia's face portrayed hurt as she stammered " OH I um yeah I'll leave I'm sorry I know I-" "I didn't mean that you have to leave I just don't want the staff or a doctor to see Patches in here with me". "Oh thank god" Alicia said, visibly relieved as she quickly went to the door and shut it. When she came and sat back down at Alyssa's side she took a deep breath and said "Johnny's hot" Alyssa snorted before replying "Tell me about it". In response her sister smirked "I think he likes you" ."Alicia he calls me a crazy cat lady ", Alyssa replied half exasperated half amused. Alicia grinned, "He told them you two were engaged". "He what ?". Alicia's grin grew bigger "Well they wouldn't let him ride with you in the ambulance but apparently he had to come with you so he just lied". "He was just being the nice guy that he is?", Alyssa offered." Her sister snorted, "He so likes you."

Hi guys.So this is the first story of mine that I feel confident enough to post.It's kind of special to me.And if you've made it this far,through all that cringe shit,thank you.I hope you had a somewhat good read.Merry Christmas!🎄🎄✨

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