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bueckerrss · 9 months ago

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P.S. I still love you

pairing: chris x fem ! reader

-> warnings: cursing, angst. i think that’s it sorry in advance 😔. slightly short

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dear y/n,

it’s been a year already can you believe that? it feels like we met just yesterday at a random party i was invited to and to think i was going to skip it because i had a meeting the next day, i remember how i accidentally bumped into you causing you to spill your drink on yourself god i felt so bad watching you try to dry it off i just kept apologizing and you said it was fine but that still didn’t stop me from feeling bad.

i remember that after that party we became great friends and how inseparable we were, remember that one time when we sat up on your roof drinking sodas (considering we were both underage and hated drinking) watching the sunset that’s the day i realized that i loved you and wanted to be with you forever.

remember that time we went to the park with cat (absolute insane name for a dog by the way) then somehow his leash came off making us chase him around the whole park but before we caught him you tripped causing me to fall on top of you making us laugh uncontrollably for about five minutes, that was one of my favorite moments together (out of so many of course)

do you remember when we tried giving cat a bath? that motherfucker couldn’t stay in the bathtub for more than two seconds especially since he was a very hyper dog, i remember when he first jumped out you tried running after him but accidentally slipped on the bar of soap making you fall into the water, bubbles in your hair drenched in dirty dog water and yet i still thought you were the most beautiful girl i ever saw.

remember on our two year anniversary i took you to france for a week? gosh i was so nervous the day i gave you the tickets since you “never liked me spending money on you” but at the end you absolutely loved the trip especially that special dinner we went to where i gave you the necklace you’ve been wanting for weeks, i’ll never forget the look on your face when you saw the necklace it made me feel like i fulfilled my purpose as your boyfriend.

one of the memories that brings a big smile to my face is when i remember the day nick and matt met you for the first time they were so excited because i would never shut up about you and how great you were so when they finally got to meet the reason for my happiness it was awesome, having you all getting along was amazing i loved how they accepted you with open arms, the thing i hated was how nick would always steal you from me but i forgave him when i found out you two had a lot in common more than you and me i got a little jealous but opposites attract or whatever they say.

i loved when we would go sit in your car watching the sunset or sunrise while talking about our future, i loved the way your nose would scrunch every time you laughed or smiled, i absolutely adored your voice and how your voice sounded like honey in the early morning when you would wake me up.

i loved how much you helped matt when he had any problems or questions about anything and how you never made him feel dumb for it, that’s one of the many things i loved about you how you helped others and never made them fell stupid for the questions they asked.

i loved the way you would talk to little kids, how caring you were for them and it always made me think of how an amazing mother you would’ve been.

you know matt and nick still talk about you, same with my mom and dad they all miss you even trev misses you he always sits or lays down in your spot on my bed, fuck we all miss you y/n especially me, we had a lot of plans together we had so many ideas for our future! i even bought a stupid ring that i was going to give to you on our fifth year anniversary which is tomorrow but sadly not everything goes according to plan.

but i know that you’re no longer in pain and in a better place, you probably won’t read this stupid letter but thank you for giving me the best years of my life and giving me amazing memories that i will cherish for as long as i live.

sincerely,

ta chérie.

P.S. I still love you.

with that the boy folded up the letter placing it in an envelope tears streaming down his face but what he didn’t know was that the love of his life was there watching him write that letter with tears running down her face as she smiled sadly at him, she never got to tell him everything she wanted or the fact that they had a baby on the way.

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i cried a few times while writing this um it’s mostly based off of a movie i saw a few years ago that randomly hit me (movie: P.S. I Love You) also idk why but the songs i was listening to while writing this were depressing so that didn’t help at all but i hope you enjoyed this and pls don’t hate me 😔

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tags: @sturnioloslurps @sturniolos-blog

#nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

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dira333 · 5 days ago

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Oh, how do I explain...? - Aomine Daiki x Reader

best friend's brother and meet ugly - for @tsxkishimx for the Milestone Event Week 1

Your best friend picks up right away.

“Hey, what’s new with you?” You ask, hoping she won’t hear the light quiver in your voice.

“Nothing much.” She yawns. “Why are you calling, though? Did you rip your pants again and need an explanation on how to stitch them back up the fastest way?”

“No! And that happened over a year ago, why do you have to bring that up all the time?”

“Because.” You can hear the grin in her voice. “Now tell, what’s going on?”

“I might not be single anymore.”

“Shut up!” She cries out before gathering herself again. “Okay, I’m all ears. Who? When? How?”

“Well,” you cringe, glad she can’t see your face. “You know him.”

“Oh, is it Steve?”

“It’s not Steve.” From across the room, Daiki’s head shoots up. He’d been pretending not to listen in, but you can tell he’s doing anything but.

“Steve?” He mouths in your direction and you shake your head at him.

“Thank god,” your best friend comments with relief. “He’s kinda weird. But I know them?”

“Yeah,” you can’t help sounding a little miffed now. “There are guys who think I’m cute, you know!”

“Sure, sure. But Kuroko is taken and you think Kagami is overrated, so-”

“Why would you think-” You cut yourself off before you can say that name out loud, knowing Daiki will most likely wreak havoc at the thought of it. “I’ll tell you how we met and you’ll probably guess it from there.”

“Oh, an iconic entrance. You’re known for that.”

“Shut up!” You groan, almost more to Daiki than to her because he’s now taking a place on the Couch next to your feet, brows furrowed, still focused on the Steve topic.

You pull a threat from the inseam of your hoodie and play with it as you recollect that fated first meeting.

“Bathroom is down the hallway, the second door to the right.” Your friend says as she sends you your merry way.

“Okay,” you hop along, a little too energetic for this late hour but your friend has sweets at home whereas your mom is more fond of almonds and raisins for snacks.

Whistling, you open the bathroom door with flourish only to come face to face with a boy. A very much naked boy.

You squeak and he flinches back, tripping on a crumpled-up towel on the floor and falling backward.

“Close the door,” he yells at you and you do just that, though your brain’s too focused on panicking to do all the other necessary steps.

“And get out!” He groans from somewhere behind you.

“Oh, sure, yes.” You scramble for the door again, this time to step outside as well only to realize that there’s still unfinished business.

You knock softly. “I need to use the toilet though.”

“That’s the next door!” Comes his muffled reply.

“Well,” you clear your throat awkwardly. “We met when I accidentally walked in on him when he got out of the shower.”

Your friend laughs. “Oh my god, is that your theme now? I remember when you did that with Daiki, that was hilarious.”

“It was no fun at all,” Daiki grumbles, low enough you barely catch it but your friend has the ears of a bat, it seems.

“Who’s that?” She asks and your breath hitches in your throat.

“N-no one.”

“Oh, is your boyfriend with you? Let me say hi!”

You’re still hesitating when you see Daiki move forward as if to grab your phone so you react on instinct.

“N-no, you have to guess first.”

“Oh,” she sounds a little dejected. “How long have you been crushing on them?”

Daiki stops, a Cheshire cat grin growing on his face as you grow even more flustered.

“That’s a mean question,” you tell your friend but she doesn’t want to hear any of that.

“Nonsense. I know you better than he ever will. Tell me, how long have you been crushing on him?”

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” Your new best friend asks.

Two days you know each other now and you’ve already decided that you’ll be best friends forever, no matter where life takes you.

Thank god the teacher put you two next to each other in class.

“Yeah,” you duck your head between your shoulders. “There’s a guy in school that’s really cute.”

“Really? From our class?”

You shake your head. “No. He’s a third year. He’s going to go to Middle School next year.”

“Oh,” she sounds sympathetic and you like her even more.

At least she understands how much it will hurt to have the only cute guy in school leave after just one year.

“Who do you like?” You ask and she opens her little notebook to show you a cut out from a magazine.

“He’s really pretty,” you tell her, admiring her choice until you find a familiar face amongst all those cutouts.

“Who’s that?” You ask, pointing at it. How does she have a picture of your crush?

“Oh? That’s my big brother Daiki. He’s so annoying.”

“Since Primary School?” Your best friend's voice echoes through the room. Daiki’s face changes into something you can’t really pronounce but his hand curls around your ankle like a promise, a gesture so soft it’s almost surprising.

“But the only guy you liked back then was- OH MY GOD!”

You cringe but it’s too late.

“Am I on speaker? Please tell me I’m on speaker.”

“You’re on speaker,” Daiki adds before you can say anything.

“You’re such an ass!” She tells him. “I’ve been trying to set you guys up for years and you get together in the only week I’m not around?”

“Why do you think we managed? It was so much easier without your ugly mutt interfering.”

“You take that back-”

“Can we just be happy?” You cut in. “Please?”

“Hmph.” They both grunt in unison, too alike all of a sudden.

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad? No. I’m elated. I’m just pissed my brother didn’t let me know anything. At least you’re keeping me up to date. I want all the details when I’m back from my trip, okay?”

“Sure.”

“And Daiki, if you hurt her, I’m going to make sure Mom and Dad know!”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waves her off, cutting the line at the same time. “As if I’d let that happen.”

#knb x reader #knb #knb fluff #my writing #kuroko no basket #aomine daiki #aomine fluff #aomine x reader #aomine daiki x reader #milestone event

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linphd · 2 years ago

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Taking care of their baby alone | Headcanons

gender neutral

-> It had been around 6 months your baby was born, but it was the first time he had to take care of them alone, you being ready to return to your hero paperwork.

-> (S/N) is son’s name and (D/N) is daughter’s name. Obviously, the students are adults and pros.

-> Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki.

Denki Kaminari

Denki ? Alone with a baby ? Of course he was panicking ! He couldn’t even take care of himself ! « You’re old enough to make and have a baby, you’re old enough to take care of one. » you had told him in response to his whines.

And here he was, sitting (S/N) on his lap while staring at him. « It’s so funny how I love you so much and you didn’t even do anything, right ? » he asked the toddler. He snorted at the lack of emotion in the baby’s eyes, and decided to change to some baby channel on TV.

« Here ! Cool music, right ? See ? » he said, turning the kid so he could face the TV. « Little cats ! Mio, Mao, Mio, Mao, lalalalala ! » he started singing. But his son groaned. « Awwwn, you don’t like it ? But it was your dad/mom’s favorite baby show when they were a little baby just like you ! » he explained.

But then he understood why (S/N) groaned. « Oh. You pooped. » He made a disgusted face, but he changed him anyways. After all, he had trained with Kirishima and Sero to be the fastest diaper changer, so he was kind of an expert at changing diapers.

But after that, (S/N) started crying. « Nooooo ! What do you have ? » Denki whined, hugging his son. But then he got an idea. He would sing him a song from his childhood ! … but he wasn’t really inspired right now, so the only thing that came out was :

« It’s a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake- » and unfortunately, this only made the poor baby cry louder. « Noooo, I’m sorry dadda’s stupid ! » Denki whined again. « I’m a bad dadda ! » he hugged his son closer. « You laugh the most when I’m dumb from my quirk on TV… OH. » He was a genius !

He quickly went to the living room again, looking for an extract where he got dumb on TV. « See ? It’s me ! It’s dadda when he overused his quirk ! » he said, imitating himself with his thumbs up. And just like that, (S/N)’s tears made place to laughters.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki was nothing but confident about taking care of his baby alone. (S/N) was an exact copy of him, after all. And he knew how to take care of himself ! « Too bad you’re feeling down today, you won’t have a perfect day with daddy. » he said, picking him up.

Indeed, (S/N) had been kinda sick during the night and had thrown up a few times. His forehead was still warm today, so Katsuki was being careful. « I’m gonna bake a cake for mommy/daddy, you better not throw up when I do that ! » he said, babywearing him on his stomach and hips.

Katsuki allowed his son to taste some melted chocolate from the recipe, but that was all. He ended up falling asleep while his father baked, and the blonde thought he was an expert at being a dad… until (S/N) woke up.

Luckily, he was in his crib, because he threw up and started crying. Katsuki went to pick him up and kiss his forehead. « Shhhh » he kept saying. Once (S/N) wasn’t crying anymore -but still with teary eyes- the man took off his clothes to put him in pyjamas instead. « Clean clothes ! All good. »

Still, his son looked very sad. « I hope it’s not the little taste of chocolate I gave you earlier. » he said, laying next to his kid, looking at him. « You’re the cutest little shit, I’m gonna take care of you forever. » he murmured. « Hey. I know something that made me laugh. Maybe it will make you laugh too. »

Katsuki remembered that time Camie made an illusion of Shoto and it had made him laugh hysterically. So, he stood up and said « I wanna see your cute face » looking (S/N) right into his eyes. The toddler laughed so much he rolled on his back on the couch and… threw up again… from laughter this time.

« Ohhhh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry ! » the blonde said, picking up yet again his toddler full of vomit. Luckily, he wasn’t crying this time. « It’s okay, we’re gonna take a bath so you’ll be all clean when mom/dad comes back. » he said, taking his son to the bathroom. Yep. Being a dad was so easy.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto seemed confident to take care of his daughter without you in the house to arrive in case something happens. So you had left happily. In reality he was absolutely terrified. Sure, he had seen you taking care of (D/N). But it was his only example !

The little girl didn’t seem to mind that you were gone, which was a good start. Shoto only had to change her and play a bit with cubes with her, and then he got bored of it so he decided to bring a little baby illustration book. « See ? A cat. Meow » he started.

(D/N) mostly looked at him rather than the book. She was very young, after all. But one page caught her attention. Shoto pointed to a prince. « Prince. He has a nice costume. » he said, talking as if she understood. But she actually poked the illustration, touching her father’s hand.

« Oh ? You like it ? » Shoto remembered about his Halloween costume you had kept ; a prince outfit. He took his daughter and went upstairs, changing. When he was fully costumed, he heard her squeal and she grabbed her feet. He snorted. « You’re adorable ! » he said, picking her up.

They went back downstairs and Shoto put on some baby songs and cartoons on TV. He didn’t know if she really cared or understood, but she stayed calm the whole afternoon. After giving her food, making funny noises and having to eat some baby food to make her accept to eat everything, Shoto hugged her to sleep.

When you arrived back home, you found them on the couch, (D/N) sleeping in her father’s arms. « I’m back ! Was she nice ? » you asked. Shoto nodded. « She’s really well-behaved for a baby. » he replied, making you giggle.

« And you’re wearing your Halloween costume ? » you asked, a bit confused. « We played dress-up ! » he replied, making you giggle -how could you have not guessed ?! Seeing you happy about how he took care of (D/N), Shoto thought that taking care of a baby alone wasn’t so bad, after all.

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themulitipurposechannel · 2 months ago

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[Fic] So let’s try this again:

- See I wanted to make this a comic but then I felt it would lack a certain nuance and complexity of character povs that I wanted to to delve into. Cuz man there is just so much to say about these two and their dynamic, Soo Fic it is! Pls go easy on me, guys I’m not much of a writer and these guys are hard to write for me 🥲

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“Wow, guess Donald was right.” Came a chuckle, “You are like a little shadow.”

And Casey freezes, hands barely hovering over Leo’s arms. Suddenly he’s eight years old again, caught red handed peeking through a little crack into meeting room.

A crooked grin, spreads itself across the slider’s face. “Hey shadow” His voice lilts playfully. So much younger and so much lighter yet still so achingly familiar, that if Casey hadn’t already spent 10 days into past? the present? being punched with that oh so wonderful cocktail of grief-nostalgia-fondness, he would have burst into tears already.

Instead, Casey smiles wryly. Awkwardly shuffling away from the bedside. “Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to check on your injuries”. He raises a brow “I can go if you want..?”

“Nah it’s cool. I’ve been sleeping lots anyways.”

“You were in a coma” The human deadpans.

“Eh.. same thing.” Sensei-no just Leo now,shrugs.

“It’s really not.” Casey snorts. A beat. A pause. And then because he’s been holding onto this for too long and his mom didn’t raise no coward. And Uncle Mi didn’t teach him to be the kind of person who doesn’t apologise. Because Leo’s been awake for two days now, cmon Casey you can’t hold onto this forever-

“I’m sorry.”

“Whaat? I’m sorry? Sorry for what?” The slider laughs, tilting his head to the side. “Did you ruin my very rare first edition Jupiter Jim saves a cat comic?”

“Well..no.”

“Then you got nothing to be sorry for” Leo smiles, a clear attempt at lightening the mood.

But Casey won’t let him. This needs to be said. Nervous, the teen wrings his hands together. “I meant what I said in the tunnels.”

“Ah. That.” The blue toned slider falters ever so slightly. “It’s fine!” He grins brightly, casually waving Casey away. Too casual. Because of course he is. They are different. But Sensei and Leo shared a past together once. And it shows.

“You were right,” Leo continues, “I was being arrogant and I wasn’t listening to my team itz all good.”

“Well yeh, I wasn’t wrong there.” Frustrated, Casey yanks a hand through his hair. “But I was being too harsh. I was expecting you to be like Sensei when I shouldn’t have. It’s not fair.”

“Yeh… You shouldn’t have.” Leo agrees, looking away. Uncharacteristically quiet from what Casey has seen of him over his two day (and currently halfway through his third) long coherency.

Oh Shell, He’s just made this worse didn’t he?

“That’s not what I meant” Casey’s hands ball into fists. Should he hug Leo? Would that be too weird? Hugs were for family, he was only a stranger. “I- I’m not good with words.” The ravenette groans, wringing his hands together again.

��It’s not about you. But it’s not not about you, you know?” He gestures to the bed ridden turtle emphatically. “It’s about all of you guys. Your family loves you. Their Leo, not Master Leonardo. You don’t need to be anything else. You’re enough just the way you are. Michelangelo wouldn’t have opened that portal otherwise. They need you, just as much as you need them.”

An indiscernible flash flickers across the other’s face. But he quickly relaxes back into a smile. “Hmm.. If you say so” Leo drawls, perfect mask. Perfect play. But something in his shoulders ease ever so slightly. So Casey has hope that there is something that sticks.

A silence then descends upon the Med Bay. It drags on and lingers. Both parties not knowing what else to say. Casey’s about to go excuse himself, when Leo opens his mouth. “You know we’re your family too right?”

The younger teen blinks. “Huh?”

“We’re your family too.” The turtle repeats. Narrowing his eyes firmly. “Look, I dunno what’s been going on this past week. but knowing the others, they’re probably just trying to figure out how to broach that ‘ole subject with you without making you uncomfortable”

Wisely Cj only hums and says nothing. Knowing whatever he says would sound about as unconvinced as he feels. Tell that to my Ninpo he wants to say bitterly. Tell that to every conversation he’s turned stilted and cold, because he’s slipped up and believed for a second that things were one and the same.

(When mom died, April it was you brushed my hair. And taught me how to tie my hair.

Michelangelo you always encouraged me to draw on our walls till the last of our chalk was gone.

Donatello you let me sleep in your lab even on the days you banned even Sensei from coming in.

And Leo- .. Leonardo you were everything. You who used to tie my shoelaces and the first to come running when I cried.

I can recite the lines from so many different Lou Jitsu movies I never got to see.)

He must not hide it as well he thinks. Because Leo shoots him the most exasperated -are you serious look-.

“Dude, Dad and Raph found a subway car for you. April snuck you a discount at her new workplace. And shell-!” Leo throws his hands up, “Donnie let you fix our cameras, and don’t even get me started on how Mikey lets you help him in his kitchen even though I’m his favourite brother and I’m banned.” Leo grumbles, crossing his arms together.

“I- I guess you do have a point .” Despite his best efforts, his eyes begin to burn. Boy, Casey is really starting to hate how much sense Leo is making. For all the differences between Sensei and Leonardo, why did the universe have to give them the one similarity that lets them talk their way into whatever they want and making Casey agree with them? Perhaps.. perhaps what Casey had Misconstrued as polite obligation was maybe something deeper after all.. ?

“Course, I do. I’m awesome.” Leo smirks, flicking his mask tails with a flourish that has Casey resisting the urge to groan and roll his eyes.

“I know it won’t be the same. But you are family Case. I promise you. All of this means something. We won’t let you be alone” His eyes soften, “You’re my family.” And it’s true, Leo does not know Casey. In his eyes, it’s been a little under 72 hours since he’s met Casey. And only 48 hours since all hell broke loose. But hell could have been so much worse and he can see everything.

The expertly wrapped bandages around Mikey arms and Donnie’s shell, the carefully filled resin over the hole, they had so graciously given his biggest brother’s shell, with such precision his beloved purple twin couldn’t hope (nor want) to achieve. Corners of the med bay that had been gathering dust now suspiciously clean. Faithfully ushering their sister to and fro the lair. Heck even the way the oily haired teen (which ew gross, someone really had to go teach that kid how to wash his hair) was hovering over him now, taking shifts so his father and brothers and sister could rest.

Casey didn’t have to do those things. He owed them nothing. They weren’t the people who raised him. He could have just up and left once the initial invasion was over, he didn’t have to try so hard. Once it became clear that Leo, and by extension the others, were nothing like the people Casey grew up with. But he didn’t, he stayed. He cares. He cares so much.

And Shell, if that didn’t make Casey family, Leo didn’t know what will. If he could tolerate Baron ‘you threw me of a roof’ Draxum into his family he can definitely accept Casey.

A strangled noise breaks him from his thoughts, Leo comes back to himself to see a sniffing, now crying Junior.

“Ok bring it in, little brother” Leo grins smirking fondly, spreading his arms wide (because yes, of course one of the first things Leo asked, once he established Raph, Donnie, Mikey, April and dad were ok. Was what was Casey’s age. He needed to know if he could rub his age into Casey’s face. He needed his shit-eating grin older brother rights damn it!). Immediately, Casey rushes forward sobbing, wrapping his arms around the turtle as tightly as he can without further aggravating the other boy’s injuries.

“I’m so glad you’re here Leo.” He chokes out wetly, the tears he had been holding back for this entire interaction now freely flowing because truly, this was all he really wanted. He could never and would never ask the present Hamato family to be crushed under the same weight his guardians had been. All he asked was to be loved, and not alone. And sure he still had a lot of doubts but maybe, just maybe, Leo was right and he wasn’t as alone or unloved as he thought.

(He is future boy, freshly uprooted and fumbling blindly but maybe, just maybe not nearly the lone orphan without a home)

“I couldn’t have lost you twice” Casey shudders, burying his head deeper into Leo’s shoulder.

“And now you won’t. It’s all thanks to you.” Leo replies determinedly, tightening his grip around the other boy. And then in a much quieter, more vulnerable voice, he adds,

“I’m so glad I’m here too.” Because he was, Leo most truly and definitely was.

(And somewhere, deep down subdued, not so isolated teal begins to tentatively reach towards waiting blueredpurpleorangegreenwhitepink maroon and pulse a little less weakly again)

#healer cj #healer cj au #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt casey junior #listen folks I’m trying my best #found family #fic #writing #short stories

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orpheus-but-gay · 6 months ago

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“Maybe it’ll sound kind of Freudian but I think I love others in the way my mom loves me. Like, anytime I need a shoulder to cry on, she’ll be there. Even in the middle of the night, I can wake her up and she’ll hold me and tell me everything’s gonna be ok. And when I love someone I wanna give them that same comfort. I’ll hold their head and promise this won’t last forever. But I also love the way my dad loves. When my mom orders something at a restaurant and doesn’t like it, he always switches with her. Or if the cat throws up on my rug, he’ll come with paper towels and cleaning spray to do the unpleasant task for me. And I worry I don’t say “I love you” enough, but I took the middle seat when we flew home for break.”

#going through my old writing #I think there’s a poem in here if you squint #writing #original writing #journal #poeticstories

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writing-till-i-am-dead · 8 months ago

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The Sun Says Hello - Omori fanfic - Part 1

Part 2

Kel walked past Sunny’s house everyday. He’s been doing it for the past 4 years.

Was it silly? Hopeful wishing? Yes.

But he didn’t have to give up hope. Hope that Sunny might just.. peak his head out.. even for just for a moment..

But it never happened.

Every day.

Every morning, every afternoon, every night.

When it rained, when it snowed, when the sun was beating down.

Kel never gave up hope, even when he knew all hope should be lost.

“You know that house down the street?” Whispered a group of kids, Kel’s classmates. “I hear the kid who lives there is actually a ghost! And every night he leaves the house to stall around. And he eats cats! And rats!”

Kel’s nose scrunched up at the gossiping kids. The story sounded like it was pulled straight from To Kill A Mockingbird. Kel would’ve laughed at how ridiculous it was if it he didn’t have any sense of empathy.

“Hey!” Kel exclaimed. “His name is Sunny! And he’s not some creepy ghost!”

The kids jumped in surprise. “You know him, Kel?”

“Yes! Well.. I did. When we were kids!”

The kids raised their eyebrows. “I heard he killed his sister!”

Kel stood up quickly. “You shut your mouth! Mari.. she..! THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED!”

And Kel ran off with tears in his eyes. He ran to Sunny’s house and leaned against the forever closed door and quietly prayed that Sunny would open it. Of course, the moon never came out to comfort the sun.

That was 2 years ago, when Kel was 14.

Kel found his reaction to have been overdramatic now that he’s older. He knew he should’ve just corrected them and told them it’s not cool to gossip. But Sunny was his friend. How could he have not defended him? Especially since Sunny was so.. traumatized. Lonely..

Kel was making his usual trip around Sunny’s house, but he felt his heart drop down to his stomach.

A For Sale sign sitting at the front lawn.

Sunny.. is moving? No, he couldn’t be.. not when he’s been waiting for so long for Sunny to come outside.

Kel saw Sunny’s mom on the driveway and he ran over to her. “Mrs. Sunny’s Mom!” he exclaimed.

She turned and smiled. “Oh, Kel! It’s so good to see you!” She pinched his cheek. “You’ve grown up so much!”

“Oh, haha.. yes, it’s good to see you too.. um.. is it.. are you.. are you moving?!”

She looked at Kel in surprise and she smiled sadly. “Yes. I.. I think moving will do me.. Sunny.. some good. Start new! Get away from this house..”

Kel clenched his fists and looked down, doing everything in his power to avoid hyperventilating.

“Can.. can you maybe get him to come outside? So we can.. hang out?”

She gave him a sympathetic look and sighed. “I can try. But Sunny.. he just stays in his room all the time, asleep. He’s usually unresponsive. He most likely won’t listen to me if I ask him to.”

Kel looked down to hide his disappointment.

“But..” she said. “I can perhaps try to encourage him. Here.” She pulled out her flip phone and dialed in a number. She put it to her ear and began to leave a message.

“Kel saw our for sale sign and came by,” she said, winking at Kel who quickly straightened up. “He wants to spend time with you. I think it’ll do you some good to say goodbye to everyone.”

She hung up and turned to Kel.

“You’ll just have to wait and see. I’m not even sure if Sunny even checks my voicemails, ha!”

“Do you.. ever actually talk to him..? Or do you just leave voicemails?”

Her eyes widened and she quickly looked away, almost guilty. “Kel, I don’t think that’s really any of your business, sweetie..” She paused and inhaled, forcing a smile.

“I do hope Sunny comes out and you two can hang out. Like the good old days!” She squeezed his shoulder and got in her car and drove off.

Kel watched as her car left and he turned to look up at the second story window. The window that belonged to Sunny’s room.

Just behind those curtains was his best friend. In his room, alone, like he’s been for 4 years.. Kel’s heart hurt at just the idea. What was Sunny doing up there all the time, all alone?

Kel didn’t dare let his head drift off to the paranoid thoughts. He couldn’t think the worse! Letting his thoughts drift to ideas like that would only make him feel even more miserable and guilty.

Don’t worry, Sunny.. he thought, clenching his fists. I’ll keep waiting for you to come outside.. and when you do.. I’ll make your last days here ones to remember!

Divider credits @firefly-graphics

#This is essentially Omori told from Kel’s perspective #Kel #omori #kel omori #omori kel #omori fanfic #Fanfic #suntan #omori suntan

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teaberrii · 1 year ago

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Hello, Mother

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“I guess this means you haven't told him you were coming."

“No,” she answers, turning off her phone screen to look at the passing scenery. “You and Dad are the only ones who know.”

“So, they put you in charge of the Sumeru branch?”

Alhaitham's mother spun around in her chair. She stood and looked out the window at Liyue's beautiful night scenery. "That's right. I'm finally coming home. To you and Haitham."

“...Does this mean you’re going to tell him? You know you can’t hide it forever.”

“I trust this means you kept my secret.”

Alhaitham’s grandfather sighed heavily. “Do you know how much it pains me to keep this from him? You’re his mother, for goodness sake.”

“...I’ll tell him. When the time is right.”

Soon, the car pulls up to a fancy, high-rise apartment. Alhaitham’s secretary shifts the gears and asks, “Should I grab your luggage?”

“No need. I won’t be staying long.”

Then, she steps out of the car and closes the door.

Alhaitham is reading in his study when his phone rings. Upon seeing the name on the screen, he closes his book and picks it up.

“Mom?”

“The one and only.”

“...Is everything okay?”

“Do things have to be not okay for me to call you?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Alhaitham says. “It’s just… you usually don’t call unless you have news.”

She smiles. “Well, I do have news, Haitham. Come down to the lobby.”

Alhaitham’s eyes go wide. “You’re… here?”

“Why not see for yourself?”

It doesn’t take long for Alhaitham to be on his way down. When he exits the elevator, he immediately sees his mother. He walks up to her and the two share a tight embrace.

“Since when did you get so tall?” she asks.

“I guess I’ve been drinking my milk,” he answers, letting her go. Then, he sees his secretary walk inside. “He drove you here?”

Alhaitham’s mother looks over her shoulder. “That’s right. He knew I was coming.” She put a hand on her son’s cheek. “I wanted to surprise you, Haitham. It’s been so long.”

He smiles. “It really has.” Then, he looks at his secretary. “Thanks for picking her up.”

The man nods in response.

On the way up to Alhaitham’s flat, Alhaitham learns that his mother’s company is opening a branch in Sumeru, and they’ve put her in charge of overseeing its operations.

“I’ll be in Sumeru for a long time,” she says.

“What about Dad?”

“...Let’s talk about him a little later. I want to know more about this girlfriend of yours.”

Alhaitham smiles. “You’ve already heard about her?”

“A little from your grandfather. He only had good things to say.”

“You’ll love her.”

Alhaitham's mother smiles slightly. "I know that look." Then, she chuckles. "You're in love."

Alhaitham slightly blushes but says, “Yes, I am.”

As soon as the elevator doors open, Alhaitham ushers his mother and secretary inside his flat. Then, he takes out his phone and sends you a quick text.

My mother’s back in Sumeru. She’s at my place right now. Would you like to meet her?

It doesn't take long for you to reply.

Really?! Of course. But… now? I’m already in my PJs!

Alhaitham smiles, and his mother catches it. “Are you texting her?”

He looks up. “I told her you’re back in town. She… lives across the hall, actually. So—”

“You’re neighbours?” she asks, surprised.

“Yes.”

His mother glances at the time. "I won't be staying long. So… let's have dinner with her sometime this week. I can book a table, and we can take time to get to know each other. How does that sound?"

“Sounds good.”

Alhaitham quickly relays the plan to you and gets drinks from the kitchen. Once he returns, he asks about his father again.

“I haven’t heard from him in a while. Is he well?”

His mother puts her glass on the table and forces a little smile. “I'd think so.”

“Did… something happen?”

“Why would you say that?”

“You seem a little tense.”

Alhaitham’s secretary turns to her. “...You should tell him.”

“...Tell me what?”

She takes a small breath. “Your father and I... got a divorce.”

It takes a moment for this sudden news to sink in. A… divorce? Since when are they on bad terms?

Alhaitham’s mother puts her hand on top of his. “I know you must be shocked, but—”

“When did this happen?” Alhaitham interrupts.

"...A few years ago."

“And you're telling me this now?” He doesn’t mean to sound peeved, but he assumed that his mother or… someone would’ve informed him of something as big as this.

"Haitham… I wanted to tell you, but… we were going through legal proceedings and"—she sighs—"there was a lot to deal with."

Alhaitham looks at his secretary. “...You knew about this?”

“He accidentally found out,” Alhaitham’s mother says quickly. “I didn’t want to tell anyone about it until after things settled down.”

“...What about Dad?”

Alhaitham's father looked up from the confidentiality clause to the woman he was once in love with. "...You don't even want to tell our own son about our divorce?"

“I will tell him when the time is right. He’s busy with his career right now. The last thing he needs is to find out about this. It’ll just distract him.”

"...And why are you the one who decides when to tell him?"

“Because I am his mother.”

The man glared back. “And I am his father.”

“Haitham would be ashamed of calling someone like you his father. Someone with no backbone.”

The man scoffed. “Is that what you want to call it?”

“Excuse me?”

“I fell in love with you because you were always so focused and determined to get what you want,” he said as Alhaitham’s mother slightly narrowed her eyes. “But I didn’t think you would go as far as to compromise your morals.”

“I dare you to say that again,” she spat. “You do not get to say that to me when you have no idea what it’s like to climb the corporate ladder as a woman.”

"You're right. I don't. But as a decent human being, you don't have to drag others down to succeed."

She clenched her fists. What she really wanted to do was to tell him to get the fuck out. Maybe throw a remote in his direction. But instead, she walked up to him and said, “We’re divorced now, honey. That means… I don’t want you getting involved with me or my son.”

"Haitham wouldn't want this. Even if he knew we divorced, he would want us to be in his life."

She looked down and smiled. A storm was coming. He could feel it in his bones. When she looked up, the l ook in her eyes was almost predatory as if she was looking at her next meal.

“You’re no longer my husband. You’re a stranger. Someone who I will not hesitate to file a restraining order against if you cross the line.”

“...Cross the line? I only want to be in my son’s life. He’s an adult. He can make his own decisions.”

"Do you really want Haitham to know that you were the one who gave me the divorce papers out of the blue?" She stepped toward him. He stepped back. "Do you really want him to know how much emotional turmoil you put me through when I was just about to get that promotion? Do you really want him to know that it was because of you I had to quit and restart my career?" She put a hand on the counter. "Do you really want Haitham to look badly on you like that? I'm doing you a favour."

"I was trying to help—"

"I never should've listened to you. That advice cost me everything."

Alhaitham's father clenched his fists. "...You aren't the woman you used to be," he said quietly. "Since when did you… get so selfish?" Then, he exhaled sharply and left the house where happy memories were now a distant memory.

Alhaitham’s mother has no intention of telling her son anything that happened. That is her secret and hers alone.

"I'm sure he'll get in touch in one day," she finally says.

“But… what happened? I thought…”

She holds Alhaitham’s hand tightly. “Sometimes… relationships don’t work out, no matter how much two people love each other. It took us that long to find out we were too different.”

Alhaitham hates that he can't pinpoint why his mother's statement sounds off. Too different? Why does it sound like an excuse? Perhaps she's still getting over the divorce, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt his mother. No need to pour salt on the wound.

Alhaitham sighs. “I really wish you told me. It must’ve been hard going through that alone.”

She smiles. “You were so focused on your career back then. Besides, I could handle it myself. I’m doing fine now, aren’t I?”

"And does Grandfather know?"

“...He does.”

So, Alhaitham is the last to know, apparently. Something about that does not sit well with him.

Later that night, after his mother and secretary leave, Alhaitham is at your place. You walk into the living room carrying two cups of tea. When you set them down, you glance and sit next to him.

“Is everything okay?” you ask. “You’re quieter than usual.”

Alhaitham slightly smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He holds your hand, and you sense something is definitely wrong.

“...My mom just told me that she and my dad got a divorce.”

Your eyes widen, and you almost gasp. “...Oh, Haitham.”

He leans his head against your shoulder, and you kiss his head. "It was just… so sudden. I had no idea they were on bad terms."

You hold his hand tightly. “...Is she okay?”

Alhaithams leans up and sighs. "She seems fine." You and Alhaitham are facing each other now. "But, I can't get in touch with my dad. It's... strange."

“I can understand why they might have not wanted to tell you when it was happening… they didn’t want to worry you.”

He nods. “I think so, too. But… I just want to know what happened. She was very vague about it.”

“What did she say?”

After Alhaitham tells you, he says, “Relationships don’t just fall apart out of nowhere.”

"That's true..."

He gives you a sad smile. “I want to think positively and say it’s because my mother thinks it's all in the past. There's no need to bring it up. But, at the same time, I also think she’s hiding something.”

You hold both of his hands. "...Regardless, I'm here for you, Haitham. Every step of the way."

He leans in, and just as he kisses your head…

Poof!

You sigh with a small smile. Then, you look at the time. “Well… this is interesting. You’re an hour late this time. That’s progress, I would say.”

Alhaitham walks onto your lap and meows. You scratch him behind the ears, and he leans into your touch.

“You’re taking longer and longer to turn.”

You lean back on the couch and watch Alhaitham stand on his hind legs. Then, he puts his front paws… on your breasts. You give him a slight, deadpan look as he looks down and kneads them with his paws. Then, he stops, puts his head in the space between your breasts, and looks up at you with a small smile.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You lie down on the couch, and he doesn't hesitate to walk on top of you and make himself comfortable. He curls up just near your chest and nuzzles his face against you.

◆◆◆

Alhaitham is at the hospital the next morning since his grandfather is getting discharged. As the car weaves through the busy streets of Sumeru, Alhaitham tells him that his mother finally told him about the divorce.

His grandfather sighs loudly. “You aren’t the only one she wanted to keep in the dark.” Alhaitham looks at him. “She wanted to keep all of us in the dark.”

“...How did you find out?”

"I paid her a surprise visit. Remember when I told you I was going on a business trip a few years ago? I dropped by their place, only to find out they sold it."

“...So, they were already divorced then.”

“I called them, and it was your father who picked up. He told me to ask your mother. I knew something was wrong.”

When Alhaitham’s grandfather finally got hold of her, he almost couldn’t control his temper. “What's going on? Where are you?”

“...I’m at work, Dad. What is it?”

“I’m in Liyue right now. I thought I’d surprise you by paying you a visit… but you sold the house? Where are you living? What happened?”

"We aren’t living together anymore.”

“Why?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll explain later, okay? I have to get back to work.”

“It took some persistence,” Alhaitham’s grandfather continues. “...But I finally got it out of her.” He looks at the secretary who’s driving them home. “He was there when she broke down about it.”

“...Is it because she thought we’d be worried?” Alhaitham asks.

“I sure hope so.”

Then… why does it seem like it’s not?

Soon, the car pulls up to a large house. While Alhaitham’s secretary grabs the bags, Alhaitham helps his grandfather inside.

“Ah… it feels so nice to be home.”

“Do you need me to grab you anything?” Alhaitham says as his grandfather sits on the couch.

He waves a hand dismissively. "Get to work, child. You have stuff to do! A company to run!"

"Well, call me if you need anything."

Just as Alhaitham opens the door, his grandfather calls his name. "I feel like your mother isn't the same person she used to be."

Is this an indirect warning?

"It might be from the divorce... or something else. But, just look out for her."

Alhaitham nods and walks out the door.

On the way to the company, Alhaitham looks at his secretary in the rearview mirror.

“...Has my mother ever said anything about my father?”

“She hasn’t.”

Alhaitham crosses one leg over the other. “...She didn’t ask you to keep quiet about him, did she?”

“No. I… hope you’ll believe me.”

Well, does he have a choice?

Then, Alhaitham’s phone starts ringing. Right when the car turns a corner, he answers it.

“Surprised?”

“A little,” Alhaitham says. “Is everything okay?”

Layla takes a short breath. “I won’t take up too much of your time, Haitham. It's about your mother. She invited me to dinner, the one with you and her.” Alhaitham slightly narrows his eyes. “...Has she met her yet?”

“No, not yet. What did my mother say to you?”

“Dinner?” Layla asked.

“Yes, dear. It’s been so long since I last saw you.”

“I’d love to, Auntie, but… it would be kind of strange, wouldn’t it? You’re meeting Haitham’s girlfriend and—”

“They’re working at the same company, aren’t they?”

“...Is that… bad?”

Alhaitham’s mother sighed. “I’m just worried about him. Haitham has a heart of gold. I’m afraid this woman is taking advantage of him.”

“Oh, no, Auntie. I’ve met her. She’s not—”

“Please join us for dinner, Layla. I’d love your company. Oh… but… would you mind keeping our conversation a secret from Haitham?”

“...Why?”

She smiled. “I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

What is his mother planning? Alhaitham rubs the space between his brows.

“Hey…” Layla’s soft voice makes him look up. “Did something happen with her recently? It feels like she’s a little different from what I remember.”

Alhaitham sighs. “...That’s what I’m trying to piece together.”

“...Listen, if you and her want me there, I’ll come to dinner. But, if you don’t, I won’t show up uninvited.”

"Don't say that, Layla," Alhaitham says. "...I've recently found out some things between my parents, so I'm not sure what's been happening with my mother."

“I don’t know why your mother seems to have such a bad impression of her when she hasn’t met her yet. It doesn’t make sense.”

“...Thanks for telling me, Layla. I’ll deal with it.”

“Hey… if anything happens, I’m here for the two of you. Okay?”

Alhaitham smiles slightly. “Thanks.”

Once he ends the call, his secretary looks at him in the rearview mirror. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Everything’s fine. It was a friend.”

◆◆◆

Your presentation on your story proposal has ended, and you feel like you can finally relax. You gave it your all, and now it’s up to fate. As everyone starts leaving the meeting room, Signora comes up to you.

“Hey… have a minute?”

You look at her and nod. You’re walking side-by-side as she cautiously asks you about Dottore.

“...You dated him?” she asks.

“Small world, I guess. He’s my ex, and now you’re his friend.”

“Well… I wouldn’t say friend, but"—when she catches the look you’re giving him, she almost slaps your arm—“Oh, my God! I’m not sleeping with him.”

You raise your hands in defence. “I said nothing.”

“Anyway, I’m glad nothing came out of those videos. Nothing happened, right?”

“Not that I know of. If something did, I assume I would’ve heard something by now.”

Signora quietly clears her throat and nudges you. “But, hey… you and Alhaitham… who made the first move?”

“What makes you think we’re dating?”

As much as you want to tell the truth, the fewer people who knew, the better.

“Let’s just say it’s a hunch.”

“Hey, Signora!”

A colleague waves her over, so she turns to you. “Well, see you around.”

As Signora walks away, Childe comes around the corner. “Hey, you. How did the presentation go?”

“It went well, I think. I did all I could.”

“Does this mean you have time to talk about… something else?”

You raise a brow. “Something else?”

You and Childe are walking side-by-side. “...Lumine and I are seeing each other.”

“So, you two finally talked?”

“Well… long story short, I admitted some things, told her she could think about it, and… it ended with a kiss.”

You smile. “And all it took was just simple communication.”

Childe looks at you. “You don’t feel weird about it?”

“Anything can happen,” you say, meeting his eyes, “but as long as you’re seeing each other seriously, you have my support.”

Childe smiles. “Thanks.”

Is it just you, or does Childe seem not as happy as you thought he’d be?

You gently nudge him. “Hey, why aren’t you jumping for joy?” Then, jokingly, “I thought you’d be telling me about all the dates you’d want to take her on.”

“...I tried getting in touch with my parents yesterday.”

Your smile immediately disappears. “...And?”

“I couldn’t get in touch with either of them.”

“They didn’t text or… anything?”

He sighs. "That's what I find a little weird. I mean… we have our moments of not talking to each other. But it's not like them to just… ignore me for weeks. I sent them a text this morning, but they didn't even look at it."

“Maybe you could drop by and check on them. It might be better than anxiously waiting around.” You put a comforting hand on his arm. “I’m sure they’re fine.”

Childe smiles slightly. "You know… I've been thinking about why my curse is still unstable." You let go of his arm. "Going by the whole love theory… It might be because I can never really hate them. There's still a part of me that obviously still cares despite how much anxiety they put me through about the path I chose. If I didn't say what I said at the Awards Night, it makes me wonder if I'd still be cursed."

“...I’ve been thinking a little about the curse myself.” You and Childe stop in front of an elevator. “Since Haitham and I found out we crossed paths almost ten years ago… it took him longer to transform. In other words, the curse is changing…. Again. And if I’m right about this pattern, it’s all because we discovered something that had to do with us.”

The elevator doors open, and you and Childe step inside.

"It makes me think that… maybe your parents have a secret they don't want you to know about," you continue. "Or… a secret yet to be discovered that has to do with you and them."

Childe smiles wryly. “If that’s the case, this curse just wants to bring everything to light, doesn’t it?”

And you hope it’s only the good.

◆◆◆

Alhaitham is just about to get off work when he gets a text from you: Up for some flower shopping?

“It’s a tradition.”

That evening, you and Alhaitham are picking out flowers for your father's death anniversary right around the corner. Childe and Lumine are in another part of the store, picking out their small bouquet. Your mother had already gotten hers and went grocery shopping across the street. Aether had joined her as he felt "left out," being the only single pringle there.

“At first, it was only my mother and me,” you continue, looking from your growing bouquet to Alhaitham. “But after she adopted Lumine and Aether, they also wanted to join.”

Alhaitham picks up a peace lily and hands it to you. Then, with a small gentle smile, he asks, "Is there room for one more?" You take the flower and arrange it with the rest of your bouquet.

“You’d like to be part of the tradition?”

Alhaitham leans in and whispers in your ear, “...Well, you are my forever.” Your eyes widen. “As something as important as this”—he leans upright—“I’d like to be by your side.”

“...You’re not proposing, are you?” you joke.

“Does this mean you’d like me to?”

“Well… it sounds like a two-for-one deal to me. A cat and a husband? Not bad if I say so myself. But..."

Alhaitham saw that coming. He takes your hand. "I know you'd rather have the cat."

"...For now."

You and Alhaitham share a laugh until Lumine comes up to you. You look behind him while Alhaitham turns. Your smile instantly disappears when you see a worried look on your sister’s face.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Oh, um… Childe said something came up.”

You and Alhaitham glance at each other.

“He didn’t say much and just left," Lumine continues. "I… think he got a call from his parents, though.”

You remember the conversation you and Childe had earlier in the day about his mother. You walk up and put an arm around her. “Isn't that a good thing?"

"...I guess. But, he sounded scared. Worried? I don't know."

"Hey, let’s not jump to conclusions about anything. Let’s wait for an update.”

Lumine smiles and slightly nods. “...Yeah, you’re right.”

You and Alhaitham look at each other. As much as you want to believe you’re right, you can’t ignore this sudden dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Chapter Twenty-Four

End notes: I may or may not have left some kind of a hint for the big(?) reveal of the secret behind the curse. Anyway, things are moving to their last stretch.

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cyanoticfireflies · 5 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel - Rewatch Thoughts (Episode 1, Part 1)

Notes: As I’ve been re-reading some of my favorite things (as in, not necessarily just fanfics, but other stuff that I enjoy) I got part of the way through @canary3d-obsessed’s “Restless Rewatch: The Untamed” and thought to myself that I should do one of these for Hazbin Hotel! I can’t do a first time reacting to, because by this point I’ve watched it a good eight times -_- But this way I can point out some of the things that I’ve noticed on multiple rewatches, some of which prove just how clever the team behind this show is! Also, you will get unapologetic Huskerdust shipping. This is just my life now.

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Episode 1

So we start off with Charlie giving us the background story on Heaven, Hell, daddy Lucy, mama Lili, and all of that. Heaven was “good,” Lucifer was a dreamer who thought of free will, the elders of Heaven said “nah,” Lucifer said “but what if yea,” and shit went sideways.

As someone who likes watching reaction videos on YouTube, I’ve been surprised by the number of people who have watched this intro and gone “Who’s Lilith?” And then there are the ones who say they heard about her from Diablo 4. I feel like Lilith isn’t… rare lore? I don’t know where or when I first heard about Lilith, but that kind of supports my stance of surprise?

(I tried to show my religious friend Hazbin – leaning on the “it’s about redemption” point – and it was actually the mention of Lilith that first triggered her? Because “you have to get really deep into things to find out about Lilith”? I am confused.)

I won’t go into my theories too heavily at this point – I’ll put up a final chapter for those so I can take it down in humiliation when the show laughs in my face later – but Eve looks very, very evil when she gets that fruit…

Anyway, Luci and Lili got exiled, Luci developed depression, Lili developed magic song powers then fluffed off seven years ago. Don’t worry, Charlie – your mom just went to go get some milk and cigarettes.

Genuinely, is Lilith being a song demon why everyone in Hell has pre-choreographed musical numbers? If she “empowered demon-kind” with her songs, does that include giving them all baby song powers? We know that these songs aren’t reality breaks because at the end of “Loser, Baby” the sharks comment on the song. (There’s also Vaggie and Angel’s discussion in “Happy Day in Hell” but since that’s in-song it feels like a less-strong argument.)

So it turns out that Charlie has been speaking this whole prolog bit aloud to herself. Relatable, girl – me dictating to myself the entire course of actions it takes to get through my email inbox. My officemate wears headphones so she won’t think I’m talking to her when I start talking to myself.

Also, poof – kitty!

I love KeeKee (pronounced “key-key” because, and this is true, she’s a key). But I also don’t know what the point of KeeKee is? If it’s just to give Charlie a pet, that’s totally fine. She also has Razzle and Dazzle, but Charlie could be one of those people with two cats, a full fishtank, a canary, and a husky and that’s totally chill.

(Why yes, my in-laws’ place is a zoo, why do you ask?)

I think I saw somewhere that KeeKee is the key to the hotel? But when Lucifer pops up later he immediately coos over KeeKee like Charlie has had her forever, so she obviously didn’t come with the hotel. Did Charlie change the locks on the hotel to KeeKee-compatible locks after she bought the place? I assume this is a metaphorical key?

(Lucifer and KeeKee in episode 5.)

Vivienne has said that KeeKee is a “physical manifestation of the hotel” but even that doesn’t make a lot of sense with the timeline… *Shrugs*

Charlie and Vaggie talk, and I honestly get so much amusement out of people who are like “Is that her sister? Are they best friends?” And I know that they didn’t, like, make out in their opening scene. But I didn’t ever suspect that they weren’t girlfriends? Maybe it’s just because I read into pretty much all media from a queer lens.

(Right here, ma’am.)

Charlie will go on to call Vaggie her girlfriend much later in episode 5 and make it official-official, but if you don’t go into everything with a straight-is-default mindset I’m not sure how you miss it.

We blip into Alastor’s take on a commercial for a hotel. Which is thoroughly enticing to exactly… Alastor.

(Quick question on the sinner designs – and I won’t stop every time we see a cluster of sinners to do this. But everyone’s design has something to do with how they lived or died, right? Angel is from a “web of crime” family, Husk is an unlucky black cat [I know, he’s a tuxedo cat not a fully black cat], Alastor was shot by a hunter like a deer… was grenade man some type of bomber? A war criminal? What is his story???)

His little hand-drawn picture is kind of cute, but it also makes me laugh because we actually see another character do something similar later on: Vox!

(And, yeah, Charlie obviously.)

I want someone to write the fic where Alastor and Vox’s relationship started in an introductory art class before descending into the chaos we see in episodes 2 and 8.

Vaggie does not like Alastor’s sense of humor and starts yelling at him. Charlie tries the *kindergarten teacher* nice feedback. “I love your use of color,” she says, staring at his construction paper covered in scribbled blobs of blue and orange. “Very creative.”

(“Maybe if you crumpled your drawing into a little ball like this, it would look better in the trashcan, honey!”)

Alastor doesn’t see the problem here. Alastor seems to have exactly zero capacity to accept anything that isn’t Alastor’s way, so this is unsurprising.

And then, with the sultry wail of a saxophone, we’re introduced to the bestest spider (and the only spider this horrifically arachnophobia author actually adores:) Angel Dust

Angel is totally willing to shoot an amateur porno right there on the sofa if it will help draw sinners to the hotel for Charlie.

And this would actually probably work in Hell, honestly. The horniest sinners actually would be knocking the walls down if they thought that with every night’s stay you got a free round with Hell’s most famous porn star. “Cum to the Hazbin Hotel for some ‘quality time’ with our singular resident.”

I am curious what Angel’s concept for his porno commercial was. Just him and Alastor banging dirty on the coffee table in the foyer? Night in the life of the brothel that is Angel’s bedroom?

(Also, I know Val owns Angel in the studio and Angel has some freedom outside of it, but does that include shooting his own pornos? Is it okay if they’re not for money? Or is it still not okay because Angel doesn’t own rights to his own image? Would Angel have to charge so Val could get his cut?)

Charlie doesn’t want to exploit Angel that way, but Angel starts listing off all of his highly exploitable attributes. He lists the legs twice, which is hilarious, but I’m immediately zeroed in on “the gag reflex.”

You’d think that for someone who makes a significant amount of his living sucking dick that it should be “the lack of a gag reflex” but the thing about Angel is that he’s not exactly sucking dick for the nicest guys around. Honestly, the fact that he does have a gag reflex and therefore will be gagging and choking and drooling is probably a turn-on for his usual partners.

We’re interrupted from Angel attempting to “keep going all night, baby,” by Lucifer calling, and the fact that his contact image in Charlie’s phone is a rubber duck in Lucifer’s top hat is honestly too cute?

Angel wants to know why Alastor can’t just make people stay in the hotel. And the timing on this animation is actually a little weird. After he says that he can, Husk chimes in with “Why do you think I’m here?” but Alastor is already moving to see around Vaggie as Husk starts talking. Has he primed Husk to be his hype man if someone starts asking questions like this?

Here's Alastor, looking at Husk before Angel and Vaggie even turn their heads – and Alastor had to move his whole *torso* to see around Vaggie.

A: “Now, remember. If anyone starts asking if I’m big and bad, you say yes.”

H: “Sure, Alastor.”

A: “I mean, I’ll say so first. But then you jump in and talk me up.”

H: “Yeah, all right.”

A: “But, like, right away.”

H: “Uh-huh.”

A: “Should we practice? We should practice.”

I do find it funny that we know the timeline – Alastor, Husk, and Niffty have been at the hotel a week per Vaggie’s words earlier. But Husk is already grousing about them bitching and moaning all the time. It’s been seven days?! How much bitching and moaning are you guys doing?! And it’s not just listening to, like, Angel bitch and moan. It’s “you fucks.”

(Or “you fuck’s” because Amazon doesn’t know how to pluralize a swear word?)

Vaggie didn’t even want a bar, but I’m betting it took her about two piscos on the rocks to be over that.

We also get our official series intro to Niffty here when she says “I like being forced!” in her happy little voice with a wide smile.

(God, I want the Niffty episode.)

Angel starts hitting on Husk, but (YMMV) I feel like at this point Angel isn’t trampling all over Husk’s boundaries the way he does later. He’s just throwing passes and Husk is kind of engaging him? By responding? He threatens Angel, making it clear that the flirting is unwelcome, absolutely.

But I kind of want to see where the conversation would have gone if Vaggie hadn’t stepped in. At some point it might have gotten snappier, but Angel wasn’t in meltdown mode like he is in “Masquerade” so they probably could have kept bickering for a bit.

Vaggie and Angel start talking about the core premise of the show. Is Hell the end of the road? Maybe, but also maybe not. Charlie thinks that it’s worth trying so that’s what Vaggie is going to do.

We as rewatchers know that where you end up in the afterlife isn’t as permanent of an assignment as the show makes it sound. And Vaggie I’m sure highly suspects so as well. This conversation is literally happening with one person who was in Heaven and now lives in Hell.

Though I do have to wonder if there’s a teeny tiny part of Vaggie that hopes the hotel fails, though? If Sinners really can be redeemed into Heaven, then she has to double/triple/quadruple think about what she’s done as an Exorcist. If the Sinners prove irredeemable, it doesn’t *justify* what she did or anything, but it could potentially relieve some of the guilt for her.

(Blake Roman’s delivery on “crack is expensive” is my favorite moment from episode 1.)

If we didn’t know that Charlie was drowning in daddy issues, I feel like we get a good demonstration at the end of her phone call. Yes, she’s excited and happy and hopeful. But she also says “Okay” and hangs up.

Maybe Lucifer said, “I’ll talk to you soon” or something and she said “okay” back. But I never hang up after a call with my dad without a “love you, bye.”

IDK why Charlie calls Vaggie over except to show her hyperactive squirrel brain going wild. Alastor and Angel are staring at them and seem like they can hear every word even after Charlie had Vaggie come around the corner.

Vaggie knows that Charlie means Adam, right? She has to. Charlie says “the leader of the angel army” and as of now, I mean… that’s Adam.

Also, initially I missed the detail that Adam was the one to call the meeting.

Was he going to inform Lucifer face-to-(virtual)-face that they were moving up the next extermination? Do Lucifer and Adam meet regularly? I think not from some of the dialogue in episode 8, but then what is the Heaven Embassy for?

(We'll pick up in Episode 1, Part 2 due to Tumblr's 30 images-per-post limit.)

#hazbin hotel #recap #images #randomness #musings #meta #analysis #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel dust #husk #alastor #niffty #adam #lute

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concerned-wet-floor-sign-bot · 10 months ago

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CANT WAIT TO MEET YOU!!!

SO JOIN THE ANIMATRONIC WET FLOOR SIGN BOT FAMILY!!!

WE OPEN REAL SOON!! I’D LOVE TO GREET YOU !!

SO TRY YOUR BEST TO HOLD ON TO SANITY!!!

COME GET TOO KNOW ME!!!

AND YOU WONT MIGHT WANT TO LEAVE AFTER TONIGHT!!!

DOWN HERE WE’RE IN REAL LIFE IM LONELY!!!

AND WE I WOULD LOVE YOU TOO JOIN US FOR A BITE!!! ME ON THIS HELL HOLE SITE!!!

(hell hole site is affectionately)

COME GET TO KNOW ME POST

I am not comfortable with showing my face (yet)

I’m under 16 so… ummm… y’all need to know that

you can call me: concern. Or: Ashley. Or if u want u can just @ me or give me a nickname (I would like to know if you give me a nickname so I know ur talking about me)

(If addressing the wet floor sign bot in roll play please use she/her pronouns and she’s named Ashley, please don’t use Ashley if talking to or about me/the person running this blog, im taking the name of Leah for my online name.)

My pronouns are she/her I am female and was born a female

I am an Ally and I HATE discrimination. BOOOOO RACISM! BOOOOO ANYONE WHO THINKS LGBTQIA+ PEOPLE ARE EVIL! BOOOOO SEXIST PEOPLE! EVERYONE IS HUMAN AND THAT IS GOOD ENOUGH

favorite things list!

Food: spaghetti.

color: purple.

fandom I'm in: FNAF.

FNAF character: Funtime Freddy (in very very close 2nd is mangle)

rp/ask blog I have: @ask-mangle-the-sad-one (the first one I got)

fnaf game(and yes I can have a favorite fnaf game without ever playing any of the fnaf games): rn it’s tied between fnaf 2, and fnaf Sister Location/SL.

place I can be: in my bedroom at my dads house.

time of year: the very beginning of the school year but after i get my iPad. (It’s this because the only divice I can use for tumblr is my school iPad (this means I won’t be on tumblr during summer))

season: summer (it’s the best (except for the no tumblr thing 😭))

fnaf character to draw: at the moment it’s RWQFSFAXC . (but it usually changes each day.)

way to draw: it’s tied between drawing in my sketchbook and drawing digitally on my iPad.

animal: Giraffe! Always and forever GIRAFFE🦒🦒🦒!!! (fun fact: my baby ornament (the Xmas tree ornament that my mom got for me when I was born) is a little glass white giraffe!🦒)

fnaf animatronic animal type: the FOXES!!! Always the foxes. (Another fun fact: my grandma’s favorite animal is a fox)

number: 13. (I just like the fact that people think it’s unlucky the same way I love black cats (not for the reason of people think they’re unlucky but because they’re absolutely beautiful and my black cat (her name is Emily Binx but everyone just calls her Binxy) likes sitting in the sunlight and being warm and after sitting in the sun for a few minutes she is so warm and i just want to grab her and hug her))

fnaf song: tied between:

16. Any song: tied between: blue. And: little talks.

I do both rp and just personal things. Have a list of things i do on this blog!

Art. (Pretty much just me posting the things I draw)

rp (I talk about my rp/ask blogs and i rp on this blog too)

drawing requests (do not confuse with commissions which i don’t do. I have not gotten a request yet but I will be happy if and when I do.)

give my opinion (idk it’s just my personal opinion)

exist (lol :3)

talk about fnaf (I like it)

small cosplay (I usually just make cosplay pieces and wear them when I’m alone.)

imo Star Trek is wayyy better then Star Wars. 4 the Star Trek fans: 🖖. I’m pretty sure that that means something else too but I’m doing it as the Vulcan live long and prosper thing.

I have a bunch of fnaf songs memorized including (I will also link a yt video of the song to the name)

The mangle

Count the ways

You can’t hide

Lights on

Five more nights

Below the surface

Merry fnaf Christmas

Join us for a bite (Wich tecnacaly I have The Living Tombstone - Join Us for a Bite Remix memorised)

Another round

We don’t bite

stuck inside

(And yes there’s 2 songs called count the ways and I have both memorized)

I recently started cussing on my blog and in my head and when I’m alone irl.

I’m very very sorry if I don’t know what an abbreviation means, I’m kinda new to the internet so if it’s the first time you are using the abbreviation with me i suggest in (these thingys) putting what it means, it will help and reduce confusion and I thank anyone who does.

I am bad at spelling sooo… it might be a little hard to read my posts but blame autocorrect for not understanding what I’m trying to type

I’m ALWAYS accepting asks! And I’m totally cool with requests! but I might not do them.

I love to rp eaven if the game is fnaf 1 I’m always a Wet Floor Sign Bot (only on this blog though) btw my excuse is WFSB’s and staff bots are all knowing and aslo there’s a time portal in the mop closet don’t ask how it got there

I have school and bedtime so it’s fine but I do have time spans but I’m not going to bother you with it

I like love fnaf (even tho I’ve never played the games and just can’t get myself to read the books. (By now I have read the first Fazbear frights graphic novel version of the book and I am trying not read the other Fazbear frights graphic novel’s))

I have a fnaf oc named fifi

resonantly got a au blog @five-nights-at-foxys-au if u want to check it out

I’m in 7th grade so yeah

The iPad im using belongs to my school so im not going to be here in summer sadly but I will answer all my asks I get when I’m back

I have ADHD Inattentive and distractible type. I also have anxiety and apparently I have depression, I don’t believe the depression.

all my rp/ask blog’s I have

so I 1st got my mangle blog @ask-mangle-the-sad-one

then my Toy Bonnie one @ask-toy-bonnie-something

then I got my Bon-Bon blog @ask-the-handpuppet-bon-bon

then I got RWQFSFASXC because I cud @ask-rwqfsfasxc

then I got Ballora @ask-ballora-the-ballerina

Then I got my Bonnet @ask-the-handpuppet-bonnet

and glamrock mangle @ask-glamrock-mangle-in-kids-cove (this one will probably be repurposed to another character)

and Toy Freddy @ask-toy-freddy-the-peace-keeper

and Toy Chica @ask-toy-chica-and-im-not-a-mom

and BB JJ and Dee Dee @ask-the-fnaf-balloon-kids

and game Vanessa @ask-vanessa-the-security-gaurd

and Vanny @ask-vanny-the-murderes-rabbit

and Gregory (game’s only) @gregory-da-bears-cub

the blob the mimic and burntrap @the-pizzaplexs-bacement-monsters

Helpy and Helpi @the-helpful-little-bears

Phantom foxy @phantom-foxy-is-a-pirate

fredbear (not gonna spesify that) @bloody-yellow-bear

I also do a little bit of rp on my main blog and I’m pretty happy about the blogs I have rn but I’m considering making a Helpy, because he’s adorable and amazing.

if I’m on one of my other blogs I will refer to my main as Ashley. And Ashley is not my name irl. I just like it

I like making poles.

if any of my blogs are active then I’m active

I don’t care if people stalk my page or spam me, I just like interacting with people. (I’m very sorry if I spam u. i probably just don’t realize it. or I really like your blog)

I will tag the important things that people should know with: very important

and 🍍+🍕=🤢🤮/ I don’t like pineapple on pizza, I refuse to eat pizza with anything on it other then just cheese, I respect all topping choices except pineapple, fruit doesn’t belong on pizza, especially when it’s cooked, the only fruit that should be cooked is specifically when it’s in pie or something like that.

btw I keep editing this post because ether things change or I found a typo.

also there’s now more portals than the one in the mop closet by masersise and more kinds than just time portal.

current hyper fixation: fnaf 2

EVERYONE IMPORTANT NOTE!!! I WILL NOT BE ACTIVE AT ALL THROUGHOUT SUMMER ALL THE WAY TO SOMETIME IN SEPTEMBER!!! I WILL BE BACK IN SEPTEMBER AND I PROMISE I WILL LOOK AT ALL OF THE ACTIVITY, REBLOGS, COMMENTS, AND ASKS (IF I GET ANY)!!!

I will be making a post when i leave 4 the summer

Btw I resantly got absolutely obsessed with a ship I created. Ship name: shadow toy. its RWQFSFAXC x Toy Bonnie.

#all about me #my blog #intoduction #I also like mlp #And wof #and a little bit of warriors #The cat books #I specifically mean the cat books #I like to rp #Yes their is a time portal in the mop closet #Very important #Introducing me

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year ago

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Bodyguard Ari x baker reader:

The one time she can't hide from him because single mom reader has an emergency and had to leave early

Your luck, sooner or later, was bound to run out. It wasn’t a matter of if but a matter of when. There was no possible chance for you to completely avoid Ari Levinson for the rest of your life, especially since he had found you at that party while you went out with the girls.

Really, it was just a matter of time before Ari found you alone and given that Jensen’s girl had an emergency with one of her kids and had to leave early. That left you alone with some sweet after school teenagers who were working, to face Ari alone.

Without the cover of Jake’s potential sweetheart, you were unable to hide in the back. It was your bakery, your business that had grown immensely, and you were damn proud of it. However given that you were the owner, that meant you couldn’t hide from Ari forever.

“I like our games of cat and mouse.” His voice startles you in such a way that you jump back and bump yourself against a tray of cleaned silverware, the clatter of metal hitting tile floors chaotic and melodic.

“Ari!” You say his name as a deft scold, though its one that feels weak and half-assed. “Don’t scare me!”

“You can’t run from me now, rabbit.” His eyes are playful yet energized by desire, and the look has you reeling as an ache appears between your thighs. “Relax, little buttercup. I promise I won’t eat you today.”

“Eat me?” Your eyes widen and then they narrow, and within a moment your arms cross over your chest and that fire takes hold of you. “Who the hell do you think you are? You can’t come in here and say things like that.”

“No?” Ari questions you, leaning in to place one large thick hand against the countertop, fingers flexing to produce an explicit thought in your hand that fuels the fire in your belly.

I want those hands on me and in me—your inner thoughts crater to desire and your distraction is noted by the giant.

“Can I order a coffee and my usual, buttercup?”

“You can damn well say please.” Your fire ignites, flames spitting ashes at Ari that he welcomes wholeheartedly.

“Please,” he speaks sultrily, purring as he leans against the counter and flexes just enough to illicit a sharp squeak, “can I order my usual, buttercup?”

“Laying it on thick, Levinson,” you sharply turn away from him and with a nod of your head you get started on his order, “but at least you know your manners.”

“I passed kindergarten, sweetheart. I know the basics.” Ari slapped a bill down on the counter, giving you a tip that was quintuple the meagre bill and then he walked toward the pickup counter, keeping his eyes fixed on you.

#Silverfox!bodyguard!Ari Levinson x baker!Reader #Silverfox!bodyguard!Ari Levinson #Silverfox Club #Silverfox Club girl’s

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bitchyfoxymama · 2 years ago

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Sunday Morning Rain Is Pouring - S. Reid x Reader

Warnings: angst, happy endings, spoilers for season 12

*****

You were sitting in your little book corner, the wide window helps you watch the rain fall from the sky. Spencer has been in prison for almost 3 months now and the depression you are currently feeling is being reflected by the weather. Usually when the depression hit you would try to distract yourself, reading books he would recommend to you or watching JJ’s boys.

The last time you had seen him you left in tears.

“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be here between the trial and getting me out of here. I—I can’t keep holding you back,” his voice is soft and quiet. You can see the bruise forming in his eye. It squeezes at your heart that he’s been hurt in this god forsaken place, where he doesn’t belong.

“You aren’t holding me back, when you first got back into the states I told you I would be with you through this whole thing. I love you so much Spence, don’t push me away please,” you say as tears begin to well into your eyes, you desperately want to grab him—hold him and kiss him—and never let go but the rules of the prison wouldn’t allow it.

“I think we need to break up, you can’t keep waiting around for someone who can’t even hold you or kiss you. I love you so much but I have to let you go,” Spencer can’t look you in the eyes while he says this.

“No you don’t get to throw two years of our lives away because you think it’s what’s best. I won’t let you. I love you so much and I will fight for us both even if you can’t right now. I love you Spencer. Forever and a day! I will fight for us.”

That had been a conversation from 2 weeks ago, since then you have been helping with his case even if you didn’t work for the FBI, but it was hard and it broke your heart whenever something came up to a dead end, which is why you were in the current position.

Your ears perk up when you hear the front door unlock. You assume it’s JJ since she has your spare since she had been keeping an eye on you for the past few months. You don’t turn your head to the sound because she knows how you get sometimes especially when it rains.

When the door closes however you turn your head and tears in your eyes begin to form when you see Spencer standing in the doorway of your apartment. You stand up on shaky legs and run towards him, you grip tightly onto his clothes fearing if you let go he might just disappear and this would all actually be a dream. Your sobs racked through you, you kept your face in his chest as he rubbed your back and gently kissed your forehead.

“H-how, when did you get out?” You ask, pulling away, looking up into his own tear ridden eyes.

“It was these girls from previous cases whose names are Lindsey Vaugh and Cat Adams, they um, they took my mom and framed me as a revenge plot,”

“Oh Spence,” you hold him closer, “all that matters now is that you are safe, your mom is safe and you are home,”

“I’m so sorry I said those things to you while I was in there, I didn’t mean them, I love you so much.” his voice wavers. You take his face in your hands and look up at him.

“I know. I told you I would fight for both of us until you could fight for us as well.”

You share a sweet kiss and go to make him coffee. Content now that he was home and free from the charges.

*****

A/n: finally finished season 12 and my heart couldn’t take Spence in jail 😭

#bitchyglitterfox writes #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #Spencer Reid #matthew grey gubler #Matthew grey gubler characters

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atths--twice · 1 year ago

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Day, Week, and Forever

Wanting to fill the silence in the car, Mulder asks Scully an interesting question.

I am always thinking about story ideas, living in my own head, and this came to me. I love thinking of the times when they were driving for miles and miles and what they would discuss in those moments.

Hope you enjoy it. ❤️

May 1999

“If you could be an animal, what kind of animal would you choose?” Mulder asked, breaking the current silence in the car.

“What?” Scully asked, turning her head to look at him.

“Enlighten me, Scully, and tell me the animal you would choose to be if given the opportunity,” he said with a grin, but then his expression changed as he remembered something and he scoffed. “And don’t say Eleanor Roosevelt’s beloved childhood cat or something as mundane as that.”

“What would be wrong with that choice?” she asked and he gave her a pointed look before turning his attention back to the road. “I’m sure if she had a cat it would be much beloved.”

“Boring,” he breathed as he shook his head and she laughed softly.

“Okay,” she said and he glanced at her as she shifted in her seat. “Am I this animal forever?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, am I picking said animal with the thought that I will forever be that animal or is this a one day type thing?”

“I don’t see the difference.”

“There’s a huge difference,” she said, crossing her legs as she looked at him, gesticulating with her hands. “I might not want to be one animal forever, but maybe… a couple different ones.”

He grinned and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought.

“Okay. Day, week, and forever. They can be the same or different. What would they be and why? Go.”

“Okay.” She turned her head and looked out the window, but then looked at him again. “Will I be safe?”

“What?”

“As this animal. Will I be safe? I won’t be prey for anything or harmed in any way?”

“Hmm. No,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re free to live your life as the animal of your choosing for the time period you’ve selected.”

“Good,” she said with a nod. “Then for the day, I’d like to be a fish.”

“A fish?”

“Mm-hmm. And not in a tank or anything. Out in the ocean.”

“Any particular species of fish?”

“Hmm… a parrot fish.”

“Okay. And why?”

“Because…” she said, a small smile on her face. “Well, the parrot fish in particular because I think they’re beautiful. Plus, they live in tropical environments, so the water would be warm.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a chuckle.

“And a fish in general, because I’d like to experience what it’s like to breathe underwater. To feel my gills moving to do so. And swimming. My mom used to say that I swam like a fish when I was younger. I’d like to know how that really feels. Swimming on my own, down in the quiet of the ocean.”

“You know, oceans aren’t actually quiet. There are-”

“The relatively quiet ocean,” she said, correcting herself as she rolled her eyes at him and he grinned.

“And for the week? Will you pick something similar to the fish?”

“No,” she said, smiling as she looked at him. “If it’s for a week, I’d like to be a horse.”

“A horse?” he asked in mild surprise.

“Yeah. But not a tamed one that’s kept in a stable and fussed over. Something wild… like a mustang living somewhere like New Mexico.”

“Okay. And why?”

“Well, while the animal isn’t the same, the reasoning is somewhat similar, I suppose,” she said with a shrug as she looked out the window. “The feeling I’d have to do what I wanted, when I wanted. I’d run on the plains or up the hills, through canyons… wherever really.”

“Alone?”

“No,” she said, turning her head to smile at him. “In a family group.”

“Of which you’d be the alpha mare,” he teased and she exhaled a laugh, looking back out the window.

“Most likely.”

“More than likely.”

“Imagine being a horse like that,” she said quietly. “Together with those you trust and care for the most. Running and roaming from place to place. Crossing rivers. Finding food. Seeing new foals born and watching them grow up. I think I’d like that.”

“But not forever,” he said, picturing a family group of horses beside a river at dusk. He could practically hear the young ones whinnying and the reassuring responses from the older ones.

“No,” she said with a sigh as she looked out her window again. “Not forever.”

It was quiet again and he glanced at her, wondering what she was thinking.

“If I had to choose which animal to be forever,” she said, nearly whispering. “I’d choose to be a cat.”

“A… a cat?” he asked, completely taken aback. “Of all the animals in the world?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “I’d be a cat. Specifically a cat living with an old woman in an even older farmhouse. It would look rather rundown from the outside, the paint fading and the porch steps sagging a bit, but it would be the best place I’d ever lived.”

“Tell me more about it,” he said, the image of a farmhouse appearing in his mind.

“She’d have a garden that she tended to every day,” Scully continued, leaning back in her seat and sighing. “There would be all kinds of vegetables, fruits, and flowers. I would lay in the shade provided by the large leaves, the sun warming me as she hummed and went about her work. She’d call me puss-puss when she was in the garden, sweet lady when she was cooking in the kitchen and I watched her from the chair she set aside just for me, and kitty-Katie when I laid beside her at bedtime, although that was not the name she gave me after I showed up at her porch one evening.”

“What was the name she gave you?”

“Adelia.”

He stared at her profile, marveling at the quickness to her response. It was as though she had thought of this scenario before he had asked.

“Adelia,” he repeated and she nodded.

“The old woman had lost a cat, you see. She’d had it for years and just before I showed up, it had passed. She didn’t want me, as her grief was too fresh, but I was in desperate need of help and she brought me inside. I still wasn’t doing well by the morning so she took me to the vet. When he saw me, he told her that I might not make it, but she said she knows I will. After three days, I was better and able to go home with her. Well now, she said to me as I curled up on her lap in her beat up old truck. I lost my sweet pussums and I was missin’ her terribly. I wasn’t lookin’ for a new cat and I certainly didn’t want you at first. But when he said you might not make it, I made a deal with the good Lord up above. And those kinds of deals well… ya have to stick to ‘em. So, my Adelia, aptly named for the deal I made with the man upstairs, we’re heading home. When you’re stronger and you’ve had some days layin’ out in the sunshine, we’ll set about to fulfill our side of the deal.”

She was quiet again and Mulder shook his head, his mind traveling in the truck with them as they rumbled down the road back to that old farmhouse.

“She’d made up a little spot for me on the porch for me to rest and sleep, but I preferred the rocking chair that sat in the corner,” Scully continued and now he was on the porch watching the old woman moving furniture around to accommodate the rescued cat. “It was her chair and she selflessly let me have it, bringing over another one to sit beside me. But eventually I would sit in her lap as she pet me, humming as she rocks the chair. When I’m stronger, she sets about fulfilling her promise. She grows the food in her garden and gives it to others who need it. She preserves, cans, and bottles anything she can and gives it to neighbors and people in town. I go with her on her deliveries and everyone says hello, giving me pets and scratches.”

Mulder exhaled, the details of the story making him feel that this had really happened. Or could happen.

The farmhouse, everything inside and surrounding it, was so clear in his mind, it was as though they could take a left turn up ahead and find it exactly as Scully had described.

“The old woman,” she said quietly. “She has a niece that comes to visit sometimes. She helps in the garden and listens to the old woman tell her how to can and preserve the fruits and vegetables. They laugh and stay up late into the night while I sleep on one of my various spots. But then, one day the old woman doesn’t get up early like she usually does. After that morning, she’s slower than normal and she tires out easily, spending most of the day in the porch rocking chair. I don’t mind as I get her full attention, purring happily as she pets me.”

“Hmm,” Mulder hummed, not liking where he knew the story was going.

“Adelia, the old woman says to me one day. Adelia, I feel a change in the air. In my very bones,” Scully said, letting out a sigh. “You’ve been a wonderful cat to me. A comfort like you’d never fully understand. And I’m sorry I’ll have to leave ya soon. You’ll be taken care of, I’ve seen to that, but I’ll miss ya, oh so very much.”

“Scully,” Mulder whispered warningly and he heard her sniff softly.

“The old woman��s niece comes to stay and I’m happy to see her, but it’s not the same. They aren’t up late laughing. They are quiet and the old woman doesn’t leave her bed much. Soon not at all. And then one day she does and she doesn’t come back.” Scully sniffled again, wiping her eyes. “I wait for her on the porch, look for her in the garden, meowing for her and waiting to hear her calling for me. But it never happens. People come over, lots of people. They give me scratches and pets, but I don’t want them. I only want the old woman. I sleep on her pillow and I don’t eat for a few days, not understanding where she’s gone and why I can’t find her. One night, the niece comes to the bedroom and lays down beside me, watching me with sad eyes. Hey, kitty-Katie, she says softly and my ears perk up. I know you miss her. I do too. But we’ve got each other. We’re going to be okay. I don’t understand exactly what she means, but I get up and lay down beside her, purring for the first time in days as she holds me and cries.”

Mulder gripped the steering wheel, blinking away the tears in his eyes and swallowing hard to get past the lump in his throat.

“When she starts to work in the garden, singing softly as she wears the old woman’s apron and big sun hat, I watch her from the porch. She sees me and smiles before she goes back to the garden. I walk off the porch, watching her curiously. I follow her, staying in the tall leaves where she can’t see me, waiting for something, though I don’t know what it is. Hey, puss-puss, she calls out and I meow and purr at the same time, running up to her and winding around her ankles. There’s a good girl, she says as she bends to pet me. When she stands up again, I see both her and the old woman. I lay down under the shade of the leaves, closing my eyes as I listen to her singing as she works.”

“Jesus Christ, Scully,” Mulder said, shaking his head. “I wasn’t expecting that. I was just attempting to fill the silence.”

“I didn’t anticipate it going that far,” she replied, sniffling as she too shook her head. “I honestly hadn’t ever thought about it before and it all just came to me. I could see it all happening so clearly.”

“Me too,” he whispered, still hearing the niece singing as she tended to the garden. “It was a really beautiful thought and told very well.”

“I do have an imagination, Mulder.”

“Yes, I am aware,” he said with a quiet laugh. “I admit, I was just surprised by the depth of the explanation.”

“Hmm. I’m sure you could have a field day analyzing the different animals and my reasoning behind each of them,” she said and he glanced at her as she wiped her eyes. “Especially the cat.”

“Adelia, you mean.”

“Yeah, Adelia,” she said with a smile.

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’d want to analyze it.”

“No?” she asked, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

“I think your reasons were good and made perfect sense. And I also think if I thought too much more about Adelia and the old woman, well… I might embarrass myself when I blubber like a giant baby.” She laughed quietly and he smiled. Seeing a road sign advertising places to eat, he pointed to it. “You hungry?”

“I could eat,” she said with a shrug. “And while we do, you could tell me your three animals, unless you have just one in mind.”

“Day, week, forever?” he asked incredulously. “Naaaaah, there will definitely be three and the first one will obviously be a dragon.”

“A dragon is not a real animal. You never said anything about mythical creatures being an option,” she stated and he shrugged as he turned on the blinker.

“Never said it wasn’t either. You didn’t ask.”

“Because you said animals. Not animals and mythical creatures.”

“Did you want to change any of your answers?” he asked as they exited the highway. Stopping at the light, he looked at her as she sat in thought.

“No. I’m happy with my choices,” she answered.

“Not even to be a pegasus instead of a horse?”

She raised her eyebrows and then frowned, shaking her head.

“No. I’m sticking with my choices.”

“Okay,” he said as he turned left. “But when my choices blow yours out of the water, just remember I gave you this chance.”

“I think I’m good,” she said as she rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“We’ll see,” he replied, turning into the parking lot of the advertised diner.

But even as he told her his choices: a dragon, owl, and wolf, he could not help but think of that little old farmhouse and a cat hiding beneath the large leaves in a sunny and well tended garden.

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