#hello 911 i'm SUFFERING

[charmedreincarnation]

Success Story Using Your States Challenge 🎉

Hello Maya! I've got to confess, I used to despise the concept of states. It made it seem to me like bloggers were simply being lazy and deceiving us because at first, it made zero sense. If I could just choose to embody any state, then why was my life in shambles? Why was I poor, why was I abused?unattractive, and suffering? When did I choose to embody these states?

But then it hit me! Whether consciously or subconsciously, whether due to coincidence or purposeful, whether knowingly or ignorantly, I realized that if I wanted to manifest my dream life, I had to take accountability for the negative aspects as well. That's the law of reversibility. It was a bitter pill to swallow initially because I've been through some really tough shit experiences that I wouldn't wish upon anyone.

It wasn't my fault, but I kept replaying those old stories, and reliving them hence creating my reality . But I learned that I could use this to my advantage. I could replace the old story with a new one that fulfilled me.

I started making choices aligned with my dream life. Every time I encountered something from the old story, I chose to perceive it differently. Working with an abusive manager? Odd, because in my state, I'm a trust fund baby. Seeing an unattractive reflection in the mirror? Confusing, because I have a social media following based on my looks alone bc of pretty privilege. My bank account nearing zero? Must be an error, because I have millions in savings and investments.

I strongly recommend checking out these posts for additional insights:

Pink's post on overcoming doubt

Angel's advice on states

Bambi's tips on manifesting under unfavorable circumstances

Maya's post on time

Since embracing this mindset, I've manifested so much! Like literally waking up with a whole new life. I've moved to LA, gained a large social media following (100k on Instagram, 200k on YouTube, and 1 million on TikTok), and now live in a beautiful house in Beverly Hills. I attend a prestigious private high school with other celebrity kids. My dad (revised) is retiring from the NFL, and my mom is a successful interior designer.

I've also manifested my dream body (Alexis ren), dream face (I am so pretty it’s not even fair) dream cars (Lamborghini Urus, Tesla Model X, and Porsche 911 GT3), an enviable closet and room, a loyal friend group, and much more. My list was about 100 pages long, very specific, and yet my life turned out even better than I could have imagined!

Thank you so much and Happy New Year! 💋

I am very happy for you! I’m glad you kept reaching for your dreams and inspiring yourself and thank you for inspiring others 🤍🕊️✨Honestly I forgot what state challenge you’re talking abt bc I genuinely lowkey don’t remember making that post… like who knows where my mind was but regardless wishing you a lifetime of happiness and success! So glad I could help

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

alicia

annie had a standing appointment with julia now, a weekly facetime call that was more or less therapy. it seemed clear to annie that julia was suffering from depression, but julia refused to see it at first.

annie found the conversations grueling, as julia was trained enough to evade everything annie wanted to get at. she took to walking down the street to a bar after every call and getting drunk by herself.

she was two drinks in one evening when a pretty girl sat next to her. her name was alicia, and she had blonde hair with pink streaks and very white teeth and seemed almost cartoonishly chirpy, but was also very direct about her flirtation. she told annie she thought she was really hot. annie observed to herself that they had a very similar body type -- thin and tall but with big tits. of coirse, annie was brunette and pale and wore glasses and alicia was blonde and pink and tan - very californian, which was funny because she was a local gal, even had traces of the chicago accent--annie's family had been too upperclass to ever allow traces of such a thing. in elementary school annie had been mocked for her crisp diction by both her classmates and her teachers. that had stopped as soon as annie had grown tits, of course.

alicia very obviously wanted to fuck -- impatiently played with the drink annie bought her, and so when annie proposed they go somewhere, alicia took her immediately back to her apartment, where they had a far-better-than-average makeout session on her couch.

"do you always fuck girls?" annie asked her.

"no," alicia said. "rarely, honestly, but i promise i'm good at it. you?"

"very rarely," annie said. "i'm better at sucking cock."

"hot," alicia said. "you're a slut."

"yeah," annie said.

they moved to alicia's pink bed and got naked. alicia was shaved, and squirmed and thrusted hard against annie's hand while she fingered her. she was so active and exciting in bed that they quickly moved through a few positions. annie was surprised how fast her first and second orgasms came.

alicia was on top of annie when her speech began to slur in a way that was immediately alarming.

annie's medical training clicked in and she told alicia calmly "i think you are having a stroke."

alicia did not seem to comprehend.

annie moved her down on the bed and got her phone from her dress and called 911. she spoke very calmly with the operator who connected her to a doctor as the ambulance departed. the man on the phone immediately clocked that annie was a doctor. she was still on the phone with him keeping alicia in a recovery position when the EMTs came in. annie had not really even considered that they were both completely naked until one of the EMTs offered her a blanket.

later, annie wondered if that was a standard part of the kit they brought in when they knew something like this had happened during sex. she tried to figure out who in her friend group would be the best to ask.

when alicia was gone, in an ambulance, annie got dressed and wondered what to do. she heard a phone ringing and realized with a start that alicia's phone hadn't gone with her. she answered it.

"hello?"

"hey, ali?" said a friendly voice.

"no, uh, no..." annie said. "hi, um, my name is annie ellison, i was here with alicia tonight and... who is this?"

"this is her brother tom,"

"ok great, uh tom, i think she had a stroke--"

"is she okay?"

"i'm not sure. i kept her stabile until the paramedics got here but it seemed pretty serious i--"

"stable? are you a doctor?" it was a little sarcastic, a little edgy.

"yes," annie said.

"oh," he said. "wait, but you called 911? why were you there?"

"i was having sex with her, um, at the time?" annie offered.

"oh, jeez, okay, wow, yeah, so has alicia told you about her condition?"

"condition?"

"alicia has a neurological disorder. this has happened before."

"oh god, okay."

"yeah, stay calm, she should be OK," he said. "listen, i guess, keep her phone on you. i will get in touch with my parents and we'll take it from here but i will keep you in the loop."

annie went home bewildered. robbie was up. he had a girl over, she was asleep naked in their bed. they sat together and she told him all about it. he asked if she needed anything and she laughed and said, "i kind of want to cum?" robbie pulled her into his lap and fingered her until she came. annie slept on the couch that night. in the morning, she woke to the sound of robbie and the girl fucking in the next room.

she came out a few minutes later, a skinny, cute girl in her early 20s, fully shaved, robbie's cum all over her tits and stomach. she was annie sitting on the couch and said, "oh hey! are you robbie's sister?"

"yeah, hi!" annie said.

"nice to meet you, he says you're like, so cool," she said.

"robbie is a sweet boy," annie said.

"sorry about being naked and covered in his cum though," the girl laughed. "i'm casey by the way."

"well that is totally fine, casey, we are pretty open around here."

"i love that," she said, as robbie wandered into the room wet cock dangling. "my parents definitely taught me that sex and nudity are natural."

"you ever see your parents fuck?" annie asked.

casey laughed. "yes actually. they have sex in our hot tub a lot and like, i'll look out the window into the backyard and see my dad railing my mom. it's kind of sweet, right?"

"that is kind of sweet."

"and my dad is very well hung so i am always looking for boys like robbie," casey continued.

"you're so little," annie said. "doesn't it like destroy you?"

"well, that's the goal, right?" casey laughed. "who doesn't want to be fucked to death?"

"oh man, too soon," robbie said.

"what?" casey said.

annie told casey about the alicia situations. her mouth dropped.

"okay i am soooo sorry," she said.

"it's fine," annie laughed. "it was just really weird."

she realized she hadn't checked alicia's phone in a while. there was a missed call from tom. annie was able to call him back from the home screen.

"hi, is this dr. ellison?" he said.

"yes. you can call me annie, though."

"hi annie. okay, so alicia is in a coma."

"oh fuck."

"no, that's okay. like i said, this has happened before, she was in a coma for 6 months when she was 17."

"wow."

"so yeah, she is stable, they think she'll come out of it gradually... she's going to live."

"i'm so glad to ear that," annie said.

from the kitchen, cleaning cum off of herself with a paper towel, casey gave an excited thumbs up.

"this is going to sound weird but my parents want to make you dinner." he said.

"um?"

"they are just really grateful that you were there with alicia. if you weren't, who knows what might have happened."

"tom, just so you know, like... i met alicia at a bar like an hour before we fucked. it was a very casual hookup."

"i get it," he said. "they do too. alicia has never been the long term relationship type. they just want to meet you."

he gave her a date and an address. annie hung up. "they want to meet me."

"you're a hero," casey chirped from the kitchen.

"yeah, totally," robbie said. casey giggled and grabbed his cock.

[fuck-customers]

Was just informed my broke, minimum wage server ass is being sued :)))))

So I work at a place that used to be a gas station, now is a diner/very informal restaurant. It's so small there's only 2 people working at any given time, 1 in the back cooking and 1 in front taking orders and manning the register. I work in front.

Last week 3 women come in, 2 of them 40s-50s and the other easily 80 or older. The 80 year old takes 5 steps in, shouts "Hello! Anyone in here? Oh, there you are! I didn't see you!" and immediately pitches forward and falls flat on her face. I'm standing by the kitchen door just kinda stunned. She didn't trip on anything, the floor wasn't wet, she wasn't even moving. She just started leaning forward and fell over. I DO feel bad because she's screaming and crying and saying she's in pain, and she thinks she broke her hip. The other two women are fussing over her and saying things like "We told you to use the wheelchair!" and "How are you gonna drive us home now?!"

I go over and help them sit her up, and help them get her into her wheelchair (THAT THEY LEFT IN THE CAR FOR SOME REASON). I call 911. I stay with her until the ambulance gets there. She says multiple times to me and the EMTs "I should have used my wheelchair, this happened because I wasn't in my wheelchair", etc etc. When my shift ends and the next server comes in I tell her what happened, and you know what she tells me? This woman has fallen in here BEFORE. The women with her are her caretakers and they KNOW if she goes anywhere without a wheelchair or walker she's gonna fall, BUT THEY LET HER KEEP DOING IT!!!

I chalked it up as yet another crazy day in the food service industry and forgot about it. Until today, when I was helpfully informed that 80 year old was getting hip replacement surgery and her caretakers were SUING me and the business owner for her pain and suffering. Like???? What???? I didn't DO anything! In fact I HELPED her! The floor wasn't wet, there were no rugs or uneven surfaces for her to trip on, no one pushed her, she HAD a wheelchair and refused to use it, I just??? Don't understand how I or my boss can be held libel for this???

[matan4il]

Hello Alice,

it’s miya again :) I hope all has been well with you. I really loved your meta this week & it made me realize the reason I appreciate your analysis so much. You write about buddie but you write about them as buck AND eddie and not like they are one combined single unit. buck and eddie are their own people with different personalities and i think people forget that sometimes when it comes to talking about them together.

I love how the focus of your analysis was eddie and his clear childhood/adolescent trauma dealing with traditional parents who believe in only one way of doing things. I feel like people kinda missed that when talking about eddie & his performing. i know people interpreted the performing line as literal but it’s much deeper than that and you pointed that out very well. it all goes to show you we look at things through so many different lens but i love your focus point so much. you honestly make me want to get better at my own writing and analysis for this two lovers.

I wanted to ask you though on your thoughts about buck downplaying his brush with death. He never has explicitly said out loud “i died” & I do think that moments coming soon. I just found it interesting that everyone keeps reiterating that to him & i wonder if he’ll snap the next time someone says it. Buck has not processed or accepted that his trauma happened. him referring to him literally dying as “an accident on the job” breaks my heart cause you can tell he wants people to stop making a big deal of it, despite it being very serious. he is suppressing his trauma which i understand as someone with ptsd. anyways sorry for my rambling. buck is my favorite & character i connect to the most so i tend to babble a lot lol. hope you have a lovely rest of your day/evening/night whenever you see this ❤️

Miya, you darling! :D I'm always so happy to hear from you! I've had a very challenging week (which is not yet over... when you read this, I'll probably be recovering from another double shift), but the feedback on everything that I was most stressing out about has been amazing, so I'm exhausted, but very satisfied! How are you? Well, I hope!

Awww! Yes, that's exactly it! I think I even explained it in one of my earlier weekly meta posts, that I'll be writing about Buck, Eddie AND BuckandEddie. So I'm glad that's something you not only noticed, but also enjoy! ^u^ Thank you SO MUCH for the kind words! And I'm particularly please to learned you liked my POV on Eddie in my 614 meta. I know I've spoken to a very perceptive friend of mine back when... I think it was still s3 airing? Or possibly start of season 4, and despite how smart and insightful she is, she had missed the bit about Eddie's conversation with Bobby back in 217. So yeah, I think a lot of people might have? We all miss something, since 911 serves us with so much goodness. And I'm glad if in this case, this is something I can add to the table.

I fully agree with you, Buck is not really coping with what happened, given the fact that he's not yet said it out loud, and other characters have to remind him of it repeatedly. I also wondered this week if his PT scores being low is also a reflection of him still struggling with the lightning strike and how to recover from it. Because remember in 301, when he was coming back from the fire truck crushing his leg? He still aced his re-qualification exam. Even after he also suffered a pulmonary embolism during that very same period of time AND survived (and rescued others during) a tsunami, we never got any indication that his physical ability to bounce back had been diminished. So that suddenly changing? It could be a sign of the gravity of the matter, and how this is different, and Buck has to wrap his head around it, but because he hasn't yet, his full recovery is also stalling. I don't wanna get too much into spoilers, but based on the little that we do know about the finale, I feel like if this isn't addressed before the end of the season, then it should be in its very last ep. The themes seem like they would easily lend themselves to it, in any case. I hope that's what happens! If it also leads to some breakthrough with Eddie, one of them finally, finally ADMITTING what the other one means to them, I would be ecstatic, but I would absolutely take the win if we simply see Buck starting to actually face the trauma he had just been through.

Thank you again for your wonderful ask! I hope you're having a great day. As always, my ask tag. xoxox

[odessa-the-raccoon]

WELCOME TO MY TUMBLR

Hello there!!!! Heres some facts and such about me!

I use Odessa as a screen name! brownie points if you guess where I got it...

I'm 17

I suffer from chronic pain

I'm autistic and have adhd! my special interest in raccoons but have many hyperfixations. I'll list a few below

Overwatch

One Piece (live action AND anime)

WWE

Grizzy (Youtuber)

I'm also in a lot of fandoms besides my hyperfixations, they are below

the wither games and show

marvel

some dc

mortal kombat

stardew valley

Pokemon

911 and 911 Lonestar

Fortnite

Vocaloid

genshin

Barbie

and many more, I'm into mostly anything, feel free to ask if we share an interest! I love to chat.

I don't have any bio siblings...but I have lots of chosen ones! My big brothers are twins and I've considered them brothers since I was little. and I was adopted as an overwatch friend's little sister LMAO

I'm pansexual!

I'm naturally aggressive I promise I'm not being mean, I just don't mask a lot

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME I LOVE NEW PEOPLE

[devilhour]

“ sab? you okay, babe? ” hehe u know who 👀

❝         huh  ?  oh  ,  tori  ——       ❞        words  fail  sabrina  ,  &  her  gaze  is  so  terribly  solemn  ,  so  terribly  out  of  character  .  a  hollow  shell  of  a  girl  .  a  hollow  shell  of  a  witch  .  she  wishes  to  reach  ,  to  hold  ,  but  she  thinks  better  of  it  .  everything  comes  to  ruination  in  her  clutches  .  obliterated  .  she  will  not  allow  marilyn  to  suffer  the  same  fate  .  she  deserves  better  .  sabrina  draws  a  breath  ,  &  they’re  back  in  cerberus's  ,  sipping  milkshakes  &  talking  about  the  cheesy  movie  they’d  just  seen  .  she’s  so  lost  .  a  sheep  without  the  flock  .  isn’t  she  supposed  to  be  the  shepard  ,  now  ?

❝        sorry  ,  i’m  fine  ,  i  promise  .  just  a  little  tired  ,  is  all  .        ❞        sabrina  does  her  very  best  to  muster  up  a  smile  ,  no  matter  how  far  away  she  feels  ,  &  she  raises  her  glass  in  a  mock  toast  .        ❝        gelatinous  blobs  that  feast  on  human  flesh  ?  i  wonder  what  they’ll  think  of  next  !       ❞            @wickerie

[6okuto]

(i’m the ushijima x oikawa’s sibling headcanons anon) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING MY REQUEST XHSCSHSC i’m crying for laughing so much, i loved everything! this literally made my day thank you T^T oikawa is so chaotic i love him and ushijima is a softy for is s/o i know ;; but the best part was this: “ -looks straight into his sibling's eyes and says "at least it isn't tobio. i would have disowned you, you know?" ” because that would be an even more hilarious situation and now i want some headcanons with his sibling with tobio as a boyfriend too👀 just to make him suffer you know? XD (#freeoikawa lol) obviously only if you like this kind of content! thank you so much again💕

— oikawa with a sibling dating kageyama

HEESSJDH I'M GLAD U ENJOYED!!! and merry christmas to oikawa tooru i'm making your life a drama! sorry this took a hot minute help... christmas eve moment

it makes sense that they'd know kageyama since he was on oikawa's team, plus his sibling would be in kageyama's grade

they probably kept in contact after junior high

karasuno vbc found out before seijoh (obviously). i think some of them were scared for kageyama's life. hinata thinks he's about to lose his setter fr

but imagine oikawa finding out by overhearing one of his fangirls of all people talking about it

"did you know his sibling is dating that guy from karasuno? kageyama? how do they handle dating such a big competitor,"

he pauses.. freeze frame.

"what the hell? What the Hell? What The Hell?"

aoba johsai's volleyball club is sent into disaster as their captain oikawa tooru experiences every stage of grief at the same time

everyone watches as he calls his sibling and starts yelling, "HELLO?! Backstabber of a sibling. traitor. you're dating Tobio of all the people in the world?? is this an elaborate prank? do you hate me? i'm making you sleep on the couch i don't care if you have your own room-"

tooru starts spitting out every possible embarrassing moment and fact about kageyama he has. insulting him with no coherence

"you want to date that guy? i know all of his weaknesses. i hit him in the head once. he didn't even move. you deserve someone with faster reflexes, who has better emotional intelligence than a caterpillar. have you had a conversation with him ever? his head is empty. and you know he goes to a vending machine to buy milk, right? milk? is that not embarrassing enough for you—"

tooru is already..the way he is...when he sees kageyama. but the aura this man has the next time he sees him.

tobio shows up at their house to pick up his partner and tooru opens the door instead. "hello, i'm here to pick up your sib-" "stay away from my family." "but we're...dating?" "STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY"

he has to be physically dragged away from the door

he thinks he might cry when he comes home to kageyama on the couch. literally might burst into tears while punching the air

"iwa hear me out. i could shave his head. or do i bleach it? would he look bad blond? they wouldn't want to be with blond tobio, right?"

oikawa texting the third year gc whenever kageyama is around. "911 the enemy is IN MY HOUSE" "oikawa shut the hell up" / "how many years in prison is knocking a minor out cold with a frying pan" "what is wrong with you"

he sees them kiss once and oikawa starts gagging and iwaizumi has to stop him from setting a ball straight at kageyama's head. he cannot catch a break ever.

neither can kageyama

oikawa is grilling and testing this guy because if he's going to date his little sibling "he has to prove himself." birthday, favourite food, when they met, when they started going out, his english skills for some reason, etc. etc.

anytime kageyama is over oikawa blatantly ignores him at first

"sweet sibling of mine, would you like some snacks?" "yeah we'd love some—" "Who is We?"

oikawa challenging kageyama to a volleyball drills over the dumbest things just to separate them..help. "Tobio. the loser has to do our dishes. deal or no deal" "tooru those are literally your chores"

after the first couple of times they decide to just,, not hang out at oikawa's house if he might be home

honestly it doesn't take long for his sibling to bring it up themself. he does like when people are direct about their feelings

"can't you just let me date him in peace, tooru? i'm going to date him whether you want me to or not, so even if you can't support me i'd appreciate it if you would at least stop bullying him everytime he's around. if not for him, for me."

oikawa k.o.

similar to his reponse to them dating ushijima,, he forces himself to tone it down (he's glaring in silence)

he makes a pact. a peace treaty, if you will. no harassing tobio (moreso than he did before they were dating) = no pda around him

still. if they're gonna keep dating he's going to try to find silver lining like "hey hey, do you have any embarrassing photos of tobio? can you send them to me? i want a folder for humiliation,"

his sibling dating kageyama ends up being like his exposure therapy HELPSEMD /hj

at some point he watches the door for kageyama and opens it before he reaches the doorbell so they can talk alone

glares at him with his arms crossed and says "tobio, volleyball aside, i don't like you. so help me god if you ever, ever, hurt my sibling i will hunt you down. i Know Where Your School Is."

kageyama takes this so seriously . answers like he's facing a coach and kind of stutters out an Of Course, while standing super straight

he's trying his best

they walk back in like it didn't happen and tooru puts his arm over tobio's shoulder and yells "your stupid boyfriend is here!"

you know the scene where kageyama asks him for advice and tooru makes his nephew take a photo of him bowing? he has so many of those now but he never gets sick of them.

"you want ideas for what to get for their birthday? not my problem. unless..."

if there's a karasuno v seijoh match.. rip his sibling fr no choice but to be wearing the seijoh colours

[holyxvi]

  what is your primary feeling in longing ?

Fear

In longing, you feel fear.

You're uncertain and wary of what your feelings may betray you to. You don't enjoy the feeling of not being in control of your own self, you ask, "why can't I just stop?" There's a cold feeling in your chest, your hands become clammy, you know you behold this desire too strongly, but the feeling goes nowhere. Rationally you think, "this desire is foolish and I don't need it," but that doesn't work for long. Secretly you yearn for that you seek, trying to hide it even from your own self, fearing that if you even let yourself know what you crave, nothing will be the same. Sometimes it's lonely. Sometimes you wish you could tell someone....anything. You reference it vaguely in conversations, a joke that only makes sense to you, but is actually the longing veiled in fear. Your desire is forbidden, unattainable, by your own standards or someone else's, but it lurks in the back of your mind, persistent, deafening in the way that silence often is. Fear not my love, take a deep breath. You will find your peace.

tagged by:  @chosenrule​ tagging: If you haven’t done it, you should steal it.

[the-broken-truth]

Sister bringing in some cooked lesania for the trio as Apolo answer the door as sister said she accidentally made exstra and giving the extra to them

Apolo asked when she due and she said any moment now since she over the sure date and the moment she take a step down the stairs her water broke and asking him to call an ambulance as the baby is arriving now while he and the other brothers freaking out

[At Apollo, Hermes, and Dionysus' House]

*Ding Dong*

Apollo (Gets off the couch): I'll get it. (Walks over to the door and opens it - revealing a very pregnant [Y/N] standing there with a pan of lasagna and a smile on her face) [Y/N], what a pleasant surprise. Is there something I can do for you?

[Y/N] (Shakes her head): No, my family and I were making Lasagna for dinner and we noticed that we made too much, so I thought I would bring some over for you and your brothers. (Holds the pan out to Apollo - who takes the pan and looks at it with a smile)

Apollo: Thanks for this. [Y/N]; I didn't want to cook tonight. (Can smell the food through the plastic foil wrapping over the top) This smells amazing, I bet it will taste just as good as it smells if not better.

[Y/N] (Chuckles at Apollo): Thanks for your kind words, Apollo.

Apollo: So, how are things going at your house? (Looks at her belly) When is the baby due?

[Y/N] (Places her hand on her stomach with a smile): Oh, any day now. The doctor told me to be careful with my activities so that I don't go into labor too soon. At least I can still cook to my heart's content.

Apollo: That's good to hear.

[Y/N]: Well, I better get back home and get everyone ready for bed. (Turns on her heel, walks down one step, and feels the most painful thing in her left as the liquid starts dripping down her legs) Oh no...

Apollo: [Y/N]? WHAT'S WRONG?!

[Y/N] (Holding her stomach in pain): My water just broke! The baby is coming now!

Apollo (Enter Big Brother Panic Mode): WHAT?! (Looks around in panic) OKAY! OKAY! UM! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW!

[Y/N]: CALL AN AMBULANCE!

Apollo (Runs into the house and alerts his brothers): I DON'T CARE WHO BUT ONE OF YOU GET ONE THE PHONE NOW AND CALL AN AMBULANCE! [Y/N] IS IN LABOR ON OUR DOORSTEP RIGHT NOW!!!

Hermes and Dionysus (Jump up from the sofa): WHAT?! HERE?! NOW?!

Apollo: YES, YOU IDIOTS! ONE OF YOU CALLS AN AMBULANCE AND THE OTHER CALL HER HUSBAND! I NEED TO MAKE SURE THAT SHE'S ALRIGHT! (Places the food on the table and runs back outside to be with his sister)

Hermes (Gets on his phone and dials 911): HELLO! I NEED AN AMBULANCE AT [ADDRESS] AT ONCE! NO, I'M NOT HURT, MY SISTER IS IN LABOR ON MY DOORSTEP AND THE BABY IS COMING! HOW FAST CAN YOU GET AN AMBULANCE HERE?! 15 MINUTES?! THAT IS TOO LONG! PLEASE, HURRY!

Dionysus (Calls [Y/N]'s Husband): HELLO?! HEY, [HUSBAND'S NAME], I NEED YOU TO COME OVER TO MY PLACE RIGHT NOW! NO, YOUR WIFE WENT INTO LABOR ON THE DOORSTEP BRINGING US SOME FOOD! THE BABY IS COMING NOW! MY BROTHER ALREADY CALLED THE AMBULANCE AND THEY ARE ON THEIR WAY BUT YOU NEED TO GET HERE, NOW! APOLLO IS WITH HER NOW, ON THE DOORSTEP, WE CAN'T MOVE HER BECAUSE SHE'S IN TOO MUCH PAIN AND WE'VE NEVER DEALT WITH A PREGNANT WOMAN BEFORE! OKAY, SEE YOU IN 10 MINUTES! (Hangs up and looks at Dionysus) I'm done talking to [Husband's Name], He'll be here in 10 minutes.

Apollo: They are coming, [Y/N], please just relax.

[Y/N] (Sweating and grunting in pain): I'm trying to, brother...

Apollo (Wide-eyed): Did you just call me...

[Y/N]: Yes, I know who you really are - all 3 of you - and I know why you are here; I ran into Ares a few weeks ago. I'm not going back, no way in hell.

Apollo: We don't want to take you back, [Y/N]. We moved here because we can live in the human realm but the others are too stuck in their ways; we're not gonna let them take you back and make you suffer, we promise.

[Y/N} (Looks into Apollo's eyes): I believe you... Just help me, please.

Apollo: I will. That's what big brothers do.

[bucky-till-the-end-of-the-line]

In The Meantime | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: when Bucky took Steve out of the water he left behind everything that kept him captive the last 70 years. So he had another mission and that was restore the man he was one day. In the meantime he meets someone who helps him go through everything, his very own ride or die.

This takes place in 2014, Washington D.C. after the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings ⚠️: Major trauma, swearing, sad bucky, it's just the beginning.

Author's note: since I watched that movie and CA:CW after that one I've always wondered and imagined how Bucky's life was, like how he get new clothes, how he found an apartment, where did he get all the money to buy things, etc. So I created this, wich includes all of that plus a love interest. Hope you like it and can join me in this ride.

Chapter 1

Y/N's POV

Moving day was fun, it took me like 18 hours to get everything right, clean and try to make the place a bit less messier than it was in the morning. I just moved from Ohio to Washington, trying to get a fresh start and leaving my old life behind. Thank God I could maintain my job as a journalist, and even got some sort of promotion because here in Washington the journalist job is a little heavier than other places because of all the politics and stuff happening in the white house. Not that I was complaining, I love it here, it was one of my dreams. It's a big change from covering the local news back in the old Ohio to cover news of international repercussion.

It's friday night, I lay down on the couch in the living room and turn on the TV since I was all day disconnected from the outside world. Meanwhile I was drinking a bottle of beer and eating some leftovers my mother packed in a Tupper because she knew I wasn't gonna be able to cook me anything after the moving.

-Hi!- I picked up my cellphone while watching the TV in mute, it was the only friend I left back in Ohio, Jenny.

-Hello there Miss Right Hand of the President of the United States- she laugh while saying those words, and it made me laugh too- how is everything going? Did you meet someone yet?

-Nop, I couldn't leave the house, it was a disaster, so many boxes, so many dirt, I had to clean up everything and then started unpacking- I said with a loud sigh.

-That sounds heavy, it's true, but in the other hand you're already settled there, there's nothing stopping you from taking the world now- she said cheering me up.

-I miss you so much, maybe you can come live with me sometime, I have plenty of space here, we can make some sleepovers like we used to when we were 16- I said almost starting to tearing up. It was hard, but it's gonna be fine. It was obvious that I was gonna be a little homesick the first days, but talking with Jenny helped me. She was saying something that I couldn't understand because the TV got my attention

-I got to call you back- I said hanging up the phone without letting her said goodbye. I frowned at the TV and move closer to the edge of the couch looking very carefully what was happening.

-And now the problem all the citizens of Washington are facing is how is gonna get all the chaos restored. The city suffered several damage, three helicarriers were crashing in and leaving pieces all over the place and Captain Rogers is M.I.A.- the host of the news channel said, I couldn't believe what my eyes were watching. Today I passed before this buildings and saw those flying things but the last thing I imagined was that some monumental disaster was happening and less that the avengers were involved- also the assassin known as Winter Soldier is on the loose, if you have any information about this suspect you have to call the 911 immediately.

What was happening? I have chosen the best day to move, what a fucking coincidence. I'm a little far from the chaos so maybe nothing happens here. Suddenly I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. My heart started to pump like crazy, I shout the TV and grab a knife I was using to open up the boxes. I walked very slowly to the source of the sound, the first thing I saw was that the backdoor of the house was open, there were footsteps marked on the floor with mud, and in the fridge there was a man looking for something, with half his body in it. He was all dressed in black, long hair, all wet, and had one of his hands wrapped around his waist like he was hurt or something.

My blood froze for a minute, I stand there without doing anything. Maybe that was it, my death had come and I just could witness how it was gonna happen. The man stood with a bottle of water in his hand and turned around drinking from it. But in the moment he saw me he opened his eyes as big as he could and stop everything he was doing. He stayed still for a second, watching me react, but I wasn't gonna do much, I was too scared to do anything. I was alone in a new city, the very first day with a intruder in my house drinking my fresh water, everything was so bizarre.

He looked tired, there were bruises on his face, he had like a military sort of clothes on him and his left arm was made of metal, his flesh hand was holding the left side of his high waist and there was blood, I think he got something to do with what had happened today in D.C. So I decided to be polite and talk to him. He didn't seem so much of a threat, he looked like he was gonna faint any minute now.

-Hi- I talked first, and he almost jumped in fear, his eyes show how scared he was, still open as big as a coin, my heart melt a little- I'm y/n- I took one step closer to him and he shudder- It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you. What's your name?

He stood there in silence, watching me from head to toes, analyzing every movement I made until we made eye contact, it was very slight but he kind of relaxed his body. He was gonna talk, I sense it. He opened his mouth and try to talk but made a face like he forgot what he was going to say, he looked so confused now.

-It's okay, take your time- I said walking closer to him with my hands in the air trying not to scare him more than he already was. But we made a progress, he seemed more comfortable now, didn't jump or tensed.

-I... my nam... I think... umm...-he started with a whisper, looking to a wall, like trying to find the words, almost I couldn't hear his voice, so I moved closer, he looked at me in the eyes again, but now it was different, they were full of tears, he seemed broken, the sadness in his eyes was showing and my heart skipped a beat.

-Just breath, take it all in, and then out- I did a gesture with my hands to help him breath and he didn't react, just stood there. It was like a caged animal.

-I'm Bucky I think, that's what he told me- he said looking away, lost in his thoughts

-Who told you that?- I answer in the softest voice possible, I didn't know what was happening but something wouldn't let me leave him alone or call the police on him.

-The men on the bridge- he looked in my eyes, again- I think I knew him, but they told me I don't- he looked away and tried to move, but he stumbled and grab a chair to keep balance.

-Here, let me help you- I tried to put his arm around my shoulders to sit him on the chair but he immediately draw away from me. Like he didn't wanted to be touched.

-It's okay, I got it- he said sitting down, I was so intrigued by this mysterious man that I thanked all the Gods out there that he stumbled at the front of my house and not someone else's and it was a Friday night, so I had all the weekend to found out what was happening.

Since I was a little girl I was very confident and straightforward, I've always enjoyed a good story, investigate where the things came from, where we were going, how things worked but mostly I was amazed by the human behavior so this here was like heaven to me, discovering what happened to him and help him it was really thrilling.

-Do you want some food?- I asked looking at him, he is sitting there looking at a point in the wall, without blinking.

-I'm sorry I crashed here, I just had a long day and...-he stopped for a second, like he remembered something and his eyes were full of tears again- and I don't really have a place to go- he concluded, I feelt something like shame on his words. He was lonely, you could tell only by looking at him. It gave me chills looking a men this broken, what in the world could have happened to him.

-I'm sorry to ask you this but you have something to do with all this problems today in the city?- I asked sincerely, I needed to know if he was an avenger, or one of the bad guys or something like that.

-Yeah- he gave me half a smile and my heart shuddered- about that, sorry to destroy part of your hometown

-Oh don't worry, I'm just moving in, I'm not that attached to this city- I answered joking so he can relax a little bit more and let me help him- So about that meal, what do you wanna eat?- I said like an affirmation so he gave in and let me feed him, seemed like he could use a bowl of cereal at least or some scrambled eggs.

-Whatever you have- he said while unfasten his strap that where in the middle of his chest. He laid his back on the chair and move a little with a moan of pain. The blood in his high waist was still there, and his hand was all soaked in his own blood.

-Okay, I would cook you everything you want but first why don't you take a shower, I'll give you some fresh clothes and take care of that wound of yours?- I said with a smile, trying not too hard but enough to let him know he could trust me and let down his guard. Though it was impossible at the moment. But I didn't lose anything by trying. If I were lucky enough by tomorrow morning he will be gone. I surely hope not.

He didn't answered, just lift himself up from the chair and watched me so I can lead the way to the bathroom. He walked behind me, I gave him towels and some of my dad's clothes that he packed in a box, I don't know why but I'm glad he did. I entered the bathroom, opened the shower and let the water running for a while until it was warm enough.

-Come in now- I said to the door where he was standing, laying in the doorframe with his eyes closed.

-Thank you- he said sitting down on the toilet, trying to take off his clothes. It seemed so heavy, it was almost like an armour.

-Do you need help?- I said watching him struggle with his metal arm to unzip his jacket.

He looked in my eyes and shake his head, I walked through the door to give him privacy but as soon as I leave the bathroom I heard a sob and a moan. He was really in pain, and I mean like physical and mental pain.

-Y/N- I heard him calling me, I almost fainted and went to him almost running- I'm sorry but I can't do this alone- he said trying to get one zipper that was almost on his back, so he can finally take off that stupid thing.

-Yeah, of course, it's not a problem- I answered with confidence so he wouldn't feel like a bother.

I take off his black jacket, he was like an Adonis, he had a beautiful body, all worked out but some marks painted his abdomen, I assumed from previous fights. The part where his body met the metal arm was like scratched, like he was trying to ripped that thing of his body. And down in his waist was the wound, a big wound, like a bullet pass through him or something like that, I didn't know if it was infected but just in case I gave him some alcohol and cotton, if he stayed the night maybe tomorrow we can go to a hospital and chek that up. After a few seconds I walked out the bathroom to give him privacy, he could handle taking off his pants by himself.

I went back to the kitchen, closed the backdoor that I didn't want to close because if things went wrong I could ran away, I cleaned all the mud and water in the floor and started to cook something for him. I made some pasta, enough for the two of us. I sat by the table with a glass of whine waiting for him to be done.

-Hey- he said walking again in the kitchen again, with my dad's clothes on and a pile of his dirty clothes on his hands

-Give me that, I cleaned this for tomorrow- I said trying to get the things from his hands but he backed away

-No, please just throw that away- he asked in a soft voice

-Are you sure?- he didn't have other clothes, what was he going to do?

-Yes, I don't need this anymore, this is not who I am- clear he was talking about something else, something related to all that mumbling he was saying earlier.

-Okay, I'll do it, please sit. I cooked some pasta, hope you like it- he smiled at me, it was a sad smile, but he gave me his clothes and sat down without hesitation. I put a plate full of spaghetti in front of him and he started to eat with a fierce hunger. Sincerely it didn't surprised me.

-So, have you remembered anything? Maybe tomorrow I can help you find someone who knows you, maybe your family- I said sipping from my glass of whine and sitting on the kitchen's counter, I decided to leave all the pot of spaghetti for him, and I cooked something else later for me.

-Not yet, I just remember everything from the past 48 hours, but I think someone maybe knows something- he said while eating

-Okay, who?

-I told you, the man on the bridge, he called me Bucky

- And you didn't know your name until he told you that?

-No, but I knew him. I'm sure.

-What does he look like?- It was like finding a needle in a haystack.

He thinks a little while finishing his first plate of spaghetti and looking at me. I served more food and he kept eating. Maybe processing everything he told me and had happened.

-He has a shield, a white, blue and red shield with a star on it- he said after a while

-Are you talking about Captain America?- He looked at me in confusion. I took out my phone and googled a photo of Steve Rogers for him- Is this him?

-I... uhhh...- he started mumbling again, stopped eating and fully concentrated on my phone- yes, he is Steve- and while he said those words his eyes watered again but this time he started crying, not loud, but almost like a relief, he remembered someone.

-It's okay, don't cry, we're gonna find him- while I said those words I had an idea- tomorrow we can go to the museum, and find more information about him, he is like a very famous person

-Okay- he said finishing his dinner

-When you're ready I can show you where to sleep, today I finished the moving and I got two bedrooms, so you'll be on your own bed

-I'm ready now- he said leaving the dishes on the sink.

-Let's go

He walked behind me to the first floor where the bedrooms were, he was climbing the stairs slowly, the pain didn't go away.

-Okay, this is it. When you wake up tomorrow just wait for me and I can cook you breakfast

He said yes with his head and sit on the bed. I gave him one last look and closed the door. I really hope he can have a good night of sleep.

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

[fcntasmas-archive]

First off, how are you doing? I read that post of you at doctors experiencing the allergic reaction and was like Oop I hope you’re ok! And also, I haven’t really been in 911 fandom long at all. There’s some stuff I’ve got a crash course on, but I’ve been seeing that the guy who plays buck is super excited about the back half of the season, and I’m like oh that’s good! But seeing peoples reaction to it is making me laugh and confused lolol. Like is it like a oh cool we’re gonna love it but we’re gonna suffer like hell watching this half of the season ?

helLO babe it turned out to be a whole fucking rollercoaster after that let me tell you but i'm on so many painkillers rn i'm fine and i love u

also listen. idk. i have been in and out of consciousness for the past few days and only got a really quick crash course from alex but like from what i understand. that's exactly what's happening

and like. listen. i want to see my favorite characters SUFFER like i really do but only because i want to see them HEAL and i can feel it in my inflamed steroid-ridden bones rn,,, healing is on the HORIZON and i love them all

sometimes. sometimes, my love, the road to healing is paved with suffering but it's all worth it

[fangirl-everythang]

Happy Father's Day Part 3

Summary: 3/3 Well, its the last part.

Warning: Sad, Mentions Death.

Word Count: 2269

"Harry? " I answer the phone.

"It's not Harry but glad you know your numbers." that high pitch annoying ass voice squeals. Rubbing my stomach, the baby's in go position and any day now my oven will be done baking. And of course, this bitch is answering his phone.

"Well bye-bye just thought you should know where he was at. " In the background, I hear Harry's voice going on about something so it must be true. Hanging up I sigh letting the hot tears roll down my cheeks. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I blame myself really, I let him back into my life and this doesn't surprise me. I gotta pee.

Waddling over to the bathroom door a gasp leaves my mouth feeling the surge of liquids fall between my legs. Holy shit. My water broke! Fuck gotta go. Thankful my bag was already in the car. Harry had insisted once I hit the 36-week mark claiming Styles's are either early or fashionably late.

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. My knuckles turning white as I grasp the wheel. Nope, I'm not pushing anything out of my vagina. Can't do it. I refuse.

The contraction going away after a few brief moments of completely unreasonable pain. Dialing the numbers, I know by second nature, thankfully she picks up on the fourth ring.

"I don't think you should drive y/n"

" Just call 911. I'm almost there! " Gemma ecstatically shouts. She's just like her brother, "Where's Harrold? "

I put the seatbelt on and wince. It's just 28 minutes I can do this. "He's with his whore."

I can hear an audible gasp, "he wouldn't he's so excited for Athena"

"Well I just called him and she answered. " I grunt keeping my eyes on the two lanes ahead of me. Fuck I hate merging lanes people don't know how to drive.

"I'll be at the hospital as soon as possible but my phones gonna-" the line went dead. She did say she was on like 10% oh well.

I can do this just focus y/n. "Hear that baby girl we're almost there, hang on okay Hunny. " I say as a reminder to myself that soon I'll be leaving with another human with me.

6 miles to go that's what I'm talking about, another sharp pain spreads throughout my abdomen while waiting for the light to turn green. "OH COME ON. FOR FUCKS SAKE!" they're getting closer by the minute. Shit. Arriving at a four-way intersection. I'm relieved to be at a red light, the contractions are longer and much more frequent. "Almost there Athena, this is the last light and a straight shot from there."

Abruptly my car is jerked forward with a sharp impact pushing to the oncoming lights. All I see are lights from both directions colliding with my 3,000-pound piece of metal. Sounds of shattering glass and sirens are the last thing I hear before it all fades to black.

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Harry's POV

"Has anyone seen Mr. Style's phone?" The helpful aid asked around the dressing room. I could've sworn I put it down for a moment. Y/n could go into labor any minute now and how I am supposed to know. Fuck. I'm stupid.

I was supposed to be here to perform and list nominees and then go back home to y/n. I can't wait to propose to her, she's all I could ever want and she's giving me the most wonderful gift I could ever ask for. Running a hand through my damp hair, the lights really build a sweat, I hear a familiar voice. "Looking for this lover? " she asks slipping my phone into my pocket.

"Good luck at home. " she smiles and winks. Before I could question it she walks away.

Looking down at the device my heart skips a beat, I have 146 missed calls. And I've been gone for 5 hours. Seeing Gemma's name on the screen again I swipe to answer.

"Hell-"

"Harry," she says sniffling.

"Gemma what's wrong? did I miss it? Oh my god I hope not"

"I think it would be best if you came now Harry." she breaks her voice cracking.

"Gem what?"

"Listen Harry, she needs you right now so please." she cries. Not needing another word, I tell Jackson the address and that I need to be there as fast as possible, 45 minutes later we're pulling into the Labor and Delivery section of the hospital.

"Congrats Harry!" Jackson says letting me out at the door. "Thank you!" I beam back at him.

Seeing Gemma, her eyes are puffy with tears still flowing. "Gem what's wro-," a sharp pain to my right cheek stings. Never has Gemma hit me like that, well not since I cut her prom dress. "How could you Harry? Cheat on her again WITH TAYLOR for Christ sakes!" She yells.

"I didn't cheat," I explain to my sister as calm as I can.

She looks at me with wild eyes pulling me into a hallway with fewer people, "Then what happened Harrold?" I clench my jaw instead of speaking, how dare she accuse me of cheating on my pregnant soon-to-be fiancé. Y/n Styles has a great catch don't you think?

"Is she here yet? Gem where are they?" I ask ready to see my new family.

She begins crying again "Harry there was an accident." Those five words make my breathing come to a halt. My heart shatters in a million pieces "Is Y/n okay? What happened?" She begins walking me to a door. "This one," she points. Looking through the glass I see y/n with bruises and cuts to her beautiful face, her stomach nearly deflated from when I last saw her this morning, a cast on a swollen leg of hers, and a sling holding a very damaged arm. Tears brim at my eyes looking at my love on that hospital bed. "She's awake." Gemma walks past me running to the outside.

I gently knock on the door, waiting for a response which I don't get. "Y/n?" I approach her almost as If I were going to help an injured puppy. "Hey love" I smile at her which she glares at me and then turns wincing in pain. "You wanted this didn't you Harry?" I look at her confused. "This is probably great for you, a way out. Well leave." She states using whatever energy she can find.

"Baby I didn't want- I want you and Athena" She breaks down in uncontrollable tears.

"You were with that her and couldn't even bother to pick up your phone!" she screams. "Y/n I wasn-" a knock at the door interrupts my sentence, "Come in" She says glaring at me as a nurse opens the door.

"Hey there Mama, we have a visitor." the nurse wheel in a tiny cart that has a bunch of equipment coming from it. She looks at me and asks Y/n, "Is this dad?" she nods and rolls her eyes. "About time you made it!" She smiles my way. Placing the beautiful baby in front of us. She's so small and fragile. "The doctor will be in shortly to talk to you." She states picking up the tiny child and putting her in Y/n's arm.

"Hi pumpkin," Y/n coos into her ear. "Guess who decided to show?" She smiles, a tear falling from the corner of her eye. She nods her head towards me as I go to hold her. She's so soft and precious. Her small eyes have a gorgeous mix of both mine and Y/n's. She has such a cute round face, I couldn't imagine her looking any different.

"Hi there angel, I'm so sorry I was late." I see a spot dampen on her blanket that surrounds her, knowing that I'm crying. Her small eyes shining like twinkling stars. So small I can feel her fragile body between my large hands.

Another knock before the door opens when several doctors walk in. "Mrs. Y/ln, unfortunately, we have some bad news,"

"Oh, hello there Mr. Styles." They state acknowledging my existence. One of the female doctors places a black and white image on the lighted board illuminating the small figure.

"Unfortunately, due to the accident, Athena has suffered from what we call a fetomaternal hemorrhage."

"What exactly are you saying?" Y/n ask looking at the child still in my arms.

The slightly shorter male doctor points to the image. "This is an abscess of blood in the brain. Unfortunately, the risk is too large to operate. I'd give her another day at most."

"You m-mean," Tears start pouring down her face" I was so scared she was hurt. I-I promise I saw the light it was red, and I-I stopped but," She began heaving losing more air with each word. I gently rub her back as I cradle Athena with one arm.

"She's still being monitored but I'm afraid she won't have much longer." The first doctor breaks the silence. "According to the police report the car that struck you from behind happened to be a drunk driver, Gage Joyce." I can feel the anger surging through me. "I remember the clashing of metal, glass breaking, the sirens but it all went b-black." She mumbles, seemingly remembering the awful experience. I grab her hand in hopes of comforting her but it doesn't seem to work.

"After striking your car at 72 mph it had ample force to push your vehicle into the opposite traffic. Your vehicle took the most impact and was hit by four other cars. On scene, EMT's said you were in and out of consciousness mumbling about a baby. Taken and brought to the L&D." he finishes.

"Fetomaternal hemorrhages are often caused by trauma and sometimes can be revered but in this case, we've done all we can do." They all frown looking at the small girl still in my arms.

"No, there's got to be more you can bloody do! We're in a hospital for Christ sakes!" I exclaim, passing my daughter to the love of my life. She gently caresses her soft skin. She's literally a perfect combination of us. I cannot lose my family.

"You can leave, thank you all for your help." y/n says quietly, they oblige by her wishes and leave us with our daughter.

"Harry," she wipes a tear from her face cautious of the IV placed on her hand, "If what they say is true, I just want to spend time with her." She sniffles. I nod understanding. She looks back at the small being in her arms, "Hi pretty girl, Mommy's so happy to meet you," she unfolds the blanket from her. I sit next to her on the small bed in the room that smells of sterilization. Placing my finger near hers' she wraps her small hand around my thumb, her grip so tight for someone so small. Y/n kisses her forehead, "Harry," she runs her finger along her small legs.

"Can you sing the song?" nodding and softly singing Isn't she Lovely by Stevie Wonder, in the small hospital bed as our new life falls asleep. All night I watch her little chest rise and fall allowing y/n to get some rest soon following my two loves.

By the early morning, nurses are rushing in because of the loud beeping from the monitor, waking y/n and I. It feels like everything is happening so fast but in slow motion right in front of me. Those three words are the ones I didn't want to hear. "No! no. I have to take her home. She's gotta go home..." Y/n screams, not being able to see her face due to the tears in my eyes falling and rebuilding themselves faster than the speed of light. "Call it." One of the nurses shouts.

"Time of Death 6:18 am March 7th, 2019"

As they cleared out the room, I see her small lifeless body curled into a blanket, almost as if she were sleeping, but no longer do breaths fall from her small heart-shaped lips.

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Y/n hasn't said a word since we got in the car. It's been four days since we lost Athena. She slowly climbs into the car, still sore from the accident and birth. I go to the backseat holding back my emotions and putting the empty car-seat in the trunk of the car that should have been holding three of us.

Starting the silent journey back home she continues to look out of the window, a frown etched on her mouth, tears rolling down her cheeks as she instinctively touches her somewhat deflated stomach. What kind of sick joke is this?

"Harry why were you with her?" she asks me looking down at what used to be her baby bump.

"I wasn't love, she took my phone while I was on stage." She just nods and remains silent until we pull up to the flat. She begins walking up the stairs as best she can. "Y/n wait, let me help."

"No Harry!" She yells. Pain evident in her voice, ignoring her I open the door and help her inside. "Harry I can't do this." I stare at her confused, "What can't you do y/n?"

"Us Harry. I can't look at you and not think of her." She sobs.

"Y/n we can-" I try to reason with her.

"No Harry, please just go." She whispers.

"I'm not losing both of you," I state holding back my own sobs. I feel like everything feels like it's getting smaller around me, suffocating in grief.

"You already have."

A/N: What can I say I have a thing for dark endings. Anyways I really appreciate the support loves. I hope you enjoy these! Right now I've been working on a Loki piece, I'm so excited for it. I changed the writing style tho, so it's not 1st person per usual. I think it's going pretty well so far.

xoxo Janelle

[goldenworldsabound]

🎫 here’s a gush pass ^^ feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want

If you feel up to it of course!

aaaah okay so of course it's going to be Rufus um!!! I'm both like VIBRATING VIOLENTLY and like embawassed shy because I still haven't met him in game and yet I am doing this anyway fkjdsahfdsj which is fine for other people but FOR SOME REASON EMBARRASSING TO ME BUT ANYWAY

So one he's just so extremely handsome I just die 😭 like this isn't the most amazing picture but he has this smirk that just!!! hello??? call 911 because I am passed out on the floor

=just the hint of a smirk and an intense look and I'm like hi yes hello please kiss me-

when I get to his boss fight it's just gonna be me like HE SAID WORDS ah fuck I died I swear to you. It's going to be carnage. I'll also be streaming it so anyone who wants to see me suffer at the hands of my boyfriend can do so either live or on vod KJFEWHKFJEW but that is besides the point

the point is I love him a lot for how much there still is to learn about him.

I'm really really intrigued by the fact that I know he gets a redemption arc, and how that will work...it sounds like he's going to go through a lot and I just really wanna be there for him. He also has a gorgeous English voice btw, which is a big part of why I decided to play the game in English fkdasjhfdkja don't judge me for using that as my deciding factor BUT also the English VAs are all doing great so!!!

also look at his LIPS they're so pretty and shiny and I know I say this like constantly but. BUT. I JUST. AAAAH! I wanna kiss. He's just so handsome I can't

But I also think that he's a real smooth talker, and sweet for the right people, and he takes care of the people that matter to him. Which isn't most people but you know. It me so...it's fine? FJEWKHFEKJW and he has a pet doggo he can't be a bad person inside and out if he has a pet doggo who he loves and takes care of!!! Just the thought of him playing with her (her name is Darkstar because he's edgy I guess uwu) and her licking his face and all is just 🥺 Rufus I would kill for you. You won't let me have that blood on my hands but. Still.

...that's fdksajfdkjs all I can muster at the moment >///> I'm very excited to watch a playthrough of the original after I finish the remake (since remake only partially covers the original) and then Advent Children and all the prequel stuff and just aaaaah I will douse myself in Rufus content.

I just wanna love and support him the way that he probably never has been before okay 🥺♥

[elusive---ivory]

The Woman in Velvet pt. 7

This was tiring.., but it's here! Hooray!! I appreciate my bestfriend @princessgeekface for being my editor, please go check her out she really rules!!

Without a further ado.

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck x Oc

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, Self Inflicted Pain.

Taglist:

@gloomybih @princessgeekface @mijachula @memory-mortis

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

"Well as of right now, Mr. Wayne, I think we can close a deal." The man in the large black suit said over the telephone. "I'm sure she'd be happy to perform. How about next Tuesday? Great! I'll see you then." The man promptly hung up the phone.

The little girl sat in the far corner of the room.

"Good news, sweetheart. You're preforming for Thomas Wayne." The man said to the girl.

The girl's cheeks were red, and her eyes were puffy. Her lips were busted and bruised. She whimpered in the corner. "Great." She whispered to herself.

"You should smile, my dear. It's wonderful news." He walked closer to her. "I love you."

The girl turned away. "No, you don't." She growled.

"What was that?" The man walked up to her with a firing rage.

"You don't love me, Uncle Charlie. If you did, I won't play in these stupid shows." She got off her knees, shaking.

"You quit with this attitude, young lady." He hissed, grabbing onto her shoulders.

"I'm 16 years old, Charlie." She yelled. "Stop controlling my life."

Smack.

"Listen here, I've tried to be nice to you, but you really leave me no choice. Be a good girl, Sandy, and I'll reward you." The man gripped on tight to her large waist.

She pushed him off. "You can't do this to me. Just let me go." The girl screamed.

The man grabbed her by the throat. "Listen here, you fucking bitch. You're not going anywhere as long as I am still alive." He let go of her throat.

She fell to the ground coughing.

"Besides, Sandy, you're useless without me. Completely worthless."

'10:30 am? I guess it could be worse.' She slumped out of her bed, and headed to the kitchen. Sandy couldn't stop thinking about Arthur, and their little date. She didn't know why she was so heads over heels for this boy.

Sandy woke up in a cold sweat. 'Thank fuck that today's my day off.' She thought to herself. Sandy looked over at the clock.

Sandy smiled while stirring her coffee. She sighed dreamily like a schoolgirl, and pressed the button on her answering machine.

"You have (2) new messages." The autonomous voice said.

"Voicemail 1:

Hey, Sandy, It's me, Arthur. I'm heading to Wayne Manor today, and I've got some exciting news." His voice got closer to the phone. "Thomas Wayne is my dad."

Sandy eyes widened. She choked a little on her coffee. 'He's joking, right?' Sandy set her coffee down, and rubbed her temples. "Ugh, damn it, Art." She mumbled to herself.

Meanwhile the answering machine started playing the 2nd message.

"Voicemail 2:

Hello, is this the phone number of Sandy Dolere? I regret to inform that your uncle, Charles Paul Harris, has passed away as of last week. He was suffering from heart failure, and he was scheduled for an operation in December. Charles died in his sleep from natural causes. When you get the chance, please call us back at 467-286-7789."

Sandy looked at the machine. Her hand hovered over the delete button. Softly, she moved her hand and fell to the kitchen floor. Her loud sobs could be heard throughout the complex.

Her coffee mug was shatter with spilled brown liquid all over the floor. Sandy reached over the counter, taking a pack of cigarettes from of the counter. Gently, she placed in in her mouth, laying there on the floor. Sandy got up, finding herself a lighter. She looked over to the bottle of whiskey in the open cabinet. She turned away from it, lighting her cigarette. As Sandy took a long peaceful drag from the cigarette, she exhaled into the dreary morning. She took the cigarette out of her mouth and looked down at her bare arm. Sandy jammed the burning cigarette into her porcelain skin. Tears formed in her eyes as the ashes and blood dripped down her arm. She took the cigarette off and looked at the whole in her arm.

"Fuck." Sandy whispered, throwing her cigarette away. She went over to the bathroom to wash all the blood and sorrow away. She laid there in the bathtub. Hot water flowed out the faucet. She ducked her head under the water, holding in her breath. Whilst she was in her thoughts, she heard a knock at the door.

Quickly, she jumped out of the tub, and put on her lime green robe, usually she expected Arthur to drop by with a quick kiss or so, but to her surprise, it was two detectives in black.

"Good Afternoon, Ms. Dolere. I'm Detective Gordon, and this is my partner Detective Johnson." The detective known as "Gordon" turned to his partner.

"We're looking into the murders that happened on the subway. As you may know they were Wayne employees, and one of them just so happened to be your co-worker, Dennis Cullen." Detective Johnson said, as he stepped inside her apartment. "Nice place." He commented.

"Thanks." Sandy mumbled under her breath. "If you could give me a second, gentleman, I just got out of the tub." Sandy disappeared into the other room, struggling to find clothes.

Detective Gordon sat down on the couch.

"No worries. We'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind." Sandy reentered the room, fully dressed. She sat on the couch, taking a deep breath. She eyed the two detectives up and down.

Detective Gordon shifted in his seat, while Detective Johnson took out a notepad. Both detectives sat across from Sandy, who looked pretty annoyed at them for just being there.

"Where were you on the night the subway murders happened?" Johnson asked, eyeing her reaction.

"I was at home watching the TV. I had a long day at work, and I was unwinding." Sandy replied.

"Right." said Detective Johnson, writing down on his notepad.

"We had asked around about your relationship with Dennis, and they said that you two had a 'thing'. Is this true?" Gordon asked, putting air quotes over the word 'thing'.

"I had no relationship with him. He was just an asshole around the office. He was also the guy to make the most sales, but I saw no reason why he should die." Sandy replied with a stoic look on her face.

"I see. We've been asking around the building and we wanted to ask about your relationship with Arthur Fleck. The neighbors say they've see you get quite close these past few weeks, is that true?" Gordon took the notepad from Johnson, and looked over the notes.

Sandy froze for a second, continuing her stoic face, but with a red tint placed on her cheeks. "I'd say that yes, we've gotten closer. He's very nice to me. He's passionate about his comedy career, and I support him fully."

"Uh-huh." Johnson mumbled. "Did you two have any sexual encounters with each other?"

Sandy blushed madly, taken aback by this information. "That's none of your business." She glared at Johnson, crossing her arms.

"Alright, thank you for your time, Ms. Dolere." Gordon got off the couch, shaking Sandy's hand. Johnson followed behind him.

"Have a good evening, gentlemen." Sandy closed her door. "For sweet hell, it's already evening?" She said to herself, looking outside on the horizon. Sandy looked down at her scarred arm. She stared at it for a good long while, almost as if she was mocking it. Sandy smirked.

"Poor, poor Dennis," She mocked, lighting another cigarette. She heard a loud bang coming from the apartment downstairs. Sandy extinguished the cigarette.

She ran out of her apartment, and pressed the button on the elevator. 'What the fuck?' Sandy's thoughts ran a muck. The elevator slowly closed its doors as Sandy pressed down on Arthur's floor.

She hurried to his apartment door. As Sandy rapidly knocked on the door, she heard Arthur's mother screaming.

"NO, NO. HE'S A GOOD BOY! A HAPPY BOY!!"

Sandy's eyes got wide as she heard the screams. She slammed all her weight into the door, but as it swung open, her head hit the ground.

"Ugh. Fuck." She hissed.

Right in front of her laid Penny Fleck's collapsed body.

"Ms. Dolere, are you alright?" Detective Gordon rushed over to Sandy, while Johnson was tending Penny.

"I'm fine. What about her? Call a god damn ambulance." Sandy pushed the detective out of her way to the phone. She quickly dialed 911.

Arthur saw the scene just as he got home. Everything was a mess. He rushed over to the ambulance. As Arthur got inside the vehicle, he glanced over to Sandy.

Sandy had questions, tons of questions, but she knew that now wasn't the best time for them. She went over to Detective Gordon.

"I need a ride to the hospital." Sandy wasn't asking.

Gordon sighed. "Ok, sure."

He pointed over to a black car, parked on the side of the road.

Sandy sat in the back seat, glaring at the two detectives threw their rear view windows.

As the detectives pulled up to the hospital, Sandy noticed Arthur sitting on a bench outside the hospital, smoking a cigarette.

Sandy got out of the car, but stayed near it to observe the situation.

"Arthur Fleck, I'm Detective Gordon, and this is my partner, Detective Johnson. We wanted to ask you a few questions, but you weren't home, so we asked your mother." Detective Gordon said.

Arthur looked up at him, scornfully. "Did you do this?" Arthur asked, griping tightly on his cigarette.

"Oh no, you see she was hyperventilating and acting all hysterical." Detective Johnson interjected.

"Yeah, the doctors said she had a stroke." Arthur said, bluntly.

"We're sorry to hear that," Gordon mumbled. "We still would like to ask a few questions about the subway killings. Have you heard of them?"

Sandy watched in the distance the whole thing play out. Of course, Arthur had a lot of stuff on his plate and these detectives weren't making matters better.

"Yeah, they're awful." Arthur muttered.

"Well, we talked to your boss from your old job. He says you were fired for bringing a gun in the children's hospital." Gordon stated.

"It was a prop. I'm a party clown." Arthur said, annoyed.

"Oh, yeah? Then why were you fired?" Detective Johnson asked.

"They said I wasn't funny enough. Can you imagine that?" Arthur scoffed. He got off the bench.

"Your boss gave us this card. This condition of yours. Is it real? Or is it a clown thing?"

"A clown thing?" Arthur repeated. He tossed the cigarette to the ground. "What do you think?"

Arthur ran into the hospital door.

The two detectives walked away.

"Hey." Sandy called.

Arthur turned to Sandy. He smiled gently at her. His blue/green eyes full of admiration.

"Hey." Arthur called back to her.

"You do know it says 'Exit' on it." Sandy pointed to the letters above the door.

"Yeah." Arthur hesitantly held onto Sandy's hand as they walked into the hospital.

[matan4il]

Hello! I'm currently reading all of your meta posts and i just really have to say THANK YOU. Not only they are very entertaining to read, but they're so well written and so detailed and they're truly a joy to read. So thank you, you've done an amazing job! I still haven't finished but I'm slowly going through all of them!

Having said this, I have kind of a loaded question for you. Maybe it's something other people have already asked you, in which case I apologize, i still haven't read those answers (so feel free to not reply, but):

Do YOU think buddie will eventually happen, canonically?

I see so many wonderfully excited people in your asks and ot warms my heart to see so much hope, but I personally cannot help but be very dubious and rational about the whole thing. I've been in fandoms for too many years and seen way too many ships be queerbaited/detroyed for the sake of no homoing the whole thing, and the situation with buddie is eerily similar to some of those ships. I don't really want to get my hopes up, especially since even the actors, for as professional as they might be, don't seem to have a good relationship anymore. Between them and Tim Minear being Tim Minear, I don't really see it going anywhere and it makes me sad + it kind of makes not really want to watch the show because i don't want to suffer though it shipping something that just makes me sad.

Essentially, what I'm looking for, is reassurance. You know way more than I do and you've analyzed every episode (and i'm guessing you've also watched a lot of interviews). What is your guess? I really want to hope, but i'm hesitant because i don't want to get my heart broken all over again, if that makes sense.

In any case, thank you for your time and, again, for all of your hard work, it's truly incredible! It had been a long, long time since the last time i saw meta posts so well written and so detailed in a fandom!

Have a great day 💕

Awwww, hi hon! :D Thank you so much for reading my meta and letting me know you're enjoying it, that makes my heart grow three sizes (at the very least)... And your words are so kind, I'm so grateful and will cherish your compliments! I hope the rest of my meta posts will bring you just as much enjoyment! *hugs*

I totally get the hesitance to invest emotionally in a non-canon same-sex couple. I've been there too, and I know what it feels like. I can tell you that in the past, I've had the weird (and lucky) experience that most ships of this kind that I liked, but suspected won't ever go canon, indeed didn't, and a few couples that I thought might, did. There's no doubt that there are way more ships of the former kind, but I think something that has always helped me is that I had a good sense of when a show won't go there, no matter how hard it would hint at the ship. 911 doesn't feel like one of those shows. It feels like one of the shows that could actually follow through on its own promises and narrative regarding Buddie.

Does that mean it def will happen? No. And I don't wanna promise that, because I can't. But I can tell you that I personally have hope. The very fact that I believe Eddie's whole introduction even back in s2 was meant, IMO, to make us entertain the possibility of this ship, I think that says it is very possible that it will happen. I'm not saying that back in s2 the show was def gonna go there, but I think it was gonna fly those sails and see where the wind might take this ship... and there's no doubt that the response was overwhelmingly positive, and that no other possible LI for either guy so far has been able to offer even a bit of competition. And I do think Tim has more experience than some producers with same-sex ships going canon (he was a part of the Buffy verse which had the iconic Tara and Willow, and the shooting scene in 413 very much parallels them), plus he's shown before that he listens to his fans and takes their wishes into consideration. I'm not saying it's the only thing dictating his decisions, but I do believe it informs them.

I also think Oliver and Ryan probably get along much better than people realize. We know that Oliver doesn't have to ever refer to Ryan or Eddie on his personal social media accounts, for example I think he's never explicitly referred to Megan West or to Taylor outside of interviews. Even when he was asked about them. And he has talked about Ryan supportively, even quite recently. But even if they hated each other, I do think they can be professional and give the audience an amazing onscreen couple (I'm not sure, but I think that was the case with the main ship that went canon on Castle, I believe the actors didn't get along in rl, but they still did a great job portraying lovers). Oliver and Ryan have both expressed support for Buddie in the past, and I'm sure they know what a positive effect Buddie going canon can have on their careers, so I'm pretty sure if it were up to them, Buddie would have gone canon already...

I hope this helps, lovely! Thank you again, so much! And may you have a gorgeous day! xoxox

And if you or anyone else are looking for other replies of mine, you can find them in my ask tag. xoxox

[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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