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ampheenix · 1 year

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Sunflower Day 4: Angst

So, then…

This was it.

Omori stood, hair rustling in the cool breeze as he looked down and over the city, whilst the DREAMER made pathetic struggles to regain control. His stony gaze flickered for a second, wincing at the havoc being wrecked inside his mind.

No matter. He would save him no matter what… it was his role, who he was.

If this was the only way left to save the DREAMER from further suffering…

Then, so be it.

…

…It was a long way down…

Did he want to jump?

Yes, Omori decided.

Sunny was no longer thrashing about wildly, and had gone completely silent. Omori could tell he had finally accepted it, and was relieved. Good, he had finally given in, finally understood why he was doing this.

His hospital gown flapped in the wind as he prepared to take a stop forward, eyes on the bright blue sky and fluffy clouds surrounding him-

But all of a sudden, he heard a door slowly creak open behind him, footsteps pitter-pattering behind him on the rooftop, sounding almost tentative.

Well, that could be a problem, Omori thought to himself. Better to get rid of his intruder so that they couldn’t try to stop him.

He turned around with a neutral expression, that flickered when he saw BASIL.

“BASIL! BASIL HELP!!” Sunny cried desperately from the inside, now thrashing against the surface of Omori’s mind again. The monochrome boy’s brow furrowed, what a pain.

Basil stood completely silent, widened eyes darting from the rooftop’s edge to where Omori stood, uncomprehending. His shaky hands grabbed onto the sides of his blue hospital gown as if to steady himself, blinking away tears that threatened to fall, before he opened his mouth.

“S-sunny. P-please, just… j-just step away from the edge.” Basil’s voice cracked, eyes pleading, and Omori’s eyes narrowed.

“No.” He said shortly, and turned back towards the city. This was clearly a waste of time, and he was running short of that at the moment.

Omori winced despite himself, trying to ignore the headache throbbing at his temples.

The DREAMER was fighting like a wild animal inside, clawing tooth and nail at Omori’s defences with an energy he certainly hadn’t had before. What on earth could have occurred to trigger this-?

Nevermind.

Omori already knew, eyes turning to level on Basil accusingly- before they widened slightly.

Aubrey, Kel, Hero, Mari and Basil ran past the blonde boy in the hospital gown on the rooftop, laughing and yelling at the top of their voices.

“Omori, there you are!” Mari exclaimed with relief, in a gently chastising manner as she put an arm around him. “I was so worried!”

“Hurry up already, you’re taking foreeeever!” Aubrey whined, folding her arms petulantly as Kel did the same, looking impatient. “Yeah, c’mon Omori! We’ve been waiting for ages now!!”

“Pfft, as you can see, Kel and Aubrey are the same as ever.” Hero smiled warmly, before his smile slipped a bit, looking uncertain. “But um, you have been taking your time which is fine, but… y’know, the others are getting a tad impatient…”

Basil gaped at all of this behind them, and Omori turned to look at him with a neutral expression, before it flickered. Omori clutched his head with both hands, willing away the pain, he refused to let the DREAMER be held back by Basil again.

Shoot, this wasn’t good… Omori’s fingernails dug into his skull, drawing blood as he struggled to focus. Mari’s arm loosened and his friends crowded around him, looking concerned. “Omori?”

It flickered again and again and again and-

Sunny gasped, choking out a cough as he struggled to breathe, eyes screwed up as he tried to ignore the agony at his temples.

“B-basil!!” He got out through the lump in his throat, feeling tears sting his eyes as he desperately tried to fight through his friends towards him.

“S-sunny?! Is that you, are you, are you- under c-control or something?? O-oh God, it’s Something again i-isn’t it?!” Basil said frantically, stumbling towards him over the roof despite his exhaustion because fuck, Sunny could die here.

And it would be Basil’s fault, again.

“Omori? Why are you trying to run away?” His friends said accusingly, and Sunny stumbled back as their faces appeared to distort, stretching into sinister glitched smiles as they walked towards him in unison.

“N-no, I, I just… I didn’t, pl-please, stop!” Sunny said, panicked, and his eyes locked onto Basil’s just as he flickered again. Sunny gasped as the sheer pain hit, Omori clawing and stabbing the inside as he attempted to fight back through.

He let out a hiss as his fingers found bloody welts left there just a few seconds earlier, desperately trying to calm down… “Basil… pl… please… h-help…” He whimpered, falling to his knees as his friends swarmed around him, slowly dragging him over to the edge.

“SUNNY!” Basil gasped, desperately trying to stagger over to where Sunny stood- god, curse his hospital-bed-weakened body!! “Just- h-hang in there, I- I’m coming!!” He choked out, feeling tears blur his vision as his voice shook, trying his damn best not to have a panic attack because fucking GOD this was NOT the time. He would not let Something take Sunny away again!

Sunny Omori inhaled sharply, pulling himself up as he resolutely ignored the pounding coming from his skull. His friends distorted back into shape, kind faces looking worried for him as they helped him to his feet and over to the rooftop’s edge.

Basil blinked back tears, hands shaking from desperation and fear as he shoved his way in-between Kel and Aubrey, ignoring their irritated expressions, before he finally, finally got a hold of Sunny on the forearm, dragging him back to safetywith all the force he could muster.

“Sunny, co- come on!” Basil’s voice trembled, but kept trying to push throughout the bone-deep exhaustion that was weighing down his entire body because this wasn’t about him.

Omori glared at him, trying to pull his hand out of Basil’s vice-like grip before his pinched expression flickered, the DREAMER scrabbling at the insides desperately as he struggled to overtake his alter ego. Sunny took a deep breath, before making a final push through-

“Sunny, pl-please, co… come back!” Basil sobbed, struggling to keep pulling through the bone-deep exhaustion that weighed down his entire body, gripping onto Omori’s hand like it was his tether to life itself. Through his blurred vision, he realised that Something was finally gone, and Sunny’s terrified, pale face was staring back at him.

“Hey, stop that you jerk!” Aubrey said angrily, pulling at Basil’s hands still gripping tightly onto Sunny’s wrist. Kel joined her in trying to pull Sunny away from him, stubborn as he glared, “Omori doesn’t want to come with you!”

Mari’s face distorted, glitching out as her nails dug painfully into Basil’s hands. He let out a yelp, tightening his hands as he stared fearfully into the dark abyss of her eyes. Mari smiled so wide her mouth started to stretch and bleed at the edges, as she said kindly, “Come on, he won’t be happy here! We’re just helping him, can’t you see?”

Hero’s face lengthened nightmarishly, his glitching hands joining Mari and Aubrey’s as they started to drag Sunny further towards the edge. “Are you really trying to stop Omori from what will help him most?” Hero said with a disappointed frown, and Basil shook his head confusedly, tears still blurring his gaze as he screwed up his eyes and pulled.

“St-stop it, just stop it!” He cried, feeling red-hot pain flare up from where his childhood friends were raking their nails down his arm, the hot blood welling up on his arm feeling like a burning fire, turning his fingers to charcoal.

He opened his eyes against his will, and was met with… his own face.

Basil looked at him sadly, colourful flowers moving with his mint-green hair as he shook his head slowly, chagrined.

Basil slowly blinked his blue eyes and tilted his head slightly, as if confused.

“You’re supposed to love this boy, right?” The mirrored version of himself whispered gently, and Basil stiffened completely, terrified as he met the other’s eyes.

“I love him too, so I’m doing what’s best for him.” The green-haired boy leant in closer, a small smile dancing on his lips.

“Seems to me like you’re being a bit selfish.”

Basil froze completely, trembling as the childhood version of himself reached forward to where his friends were digging their nails into his skin, and foolish thought for a moment he would remove his friend’s fingers for a moment, sagging in relief.

Basil met his counterpart’s eyes, and watched as he grinned maliciouslyat him with relish before he lifted his fingers, before raking them down his arms as hard as he could.

Basil let out a broken sob, feeling hot blood running down his arms. He gazed pleadingly at Sunny who was being weakly pulled forwards and backwards like a ragdoll.

Their eyes met, both of them terrified. Sunny tried to say something, looking anguished before he screwed up his face, clearly in pain.

“I… B-basil, I’m…” Tears welled up in Sunny’s eyes, and Basil realised with startling clarity that this was the first time he’d ever seen him cry. A sob forced its way out of his throat, and Basil hopelessly tugged back and forth at Sunny’s arm even as his childhood friends clawed at his fingers.

Their eyes met again, both of them desperate as Sunny spoke for the first time in four years.

“I-I’m sorry.” Sunny choked out, voice cracking pathetically and before Basil could say a word, Sunny’s eyes turned stony. His face slackened and his painful wincing stopped, and Basil knew he was back.

Sunny Omori started pulling with his friends, teeth clenching as he tried to get away from the boy who had caused all this in the first place, who had ruined Sunny’s life before it had even begun. The boy whose existence he had to keep deleting over and over every time he found out the truth, again and again and again.

Omori became ANGRY.

It was all this boy’s fault.

With the help of his friends, he made one final yank, clenching his jaw at the agony assaulting his temples. Ugh, why couldn’t the DREAMER see he was doing this for him?!

Finally free, Omori followed his friends to the edge, feeling a warm fuzzy feeling inside as he looked around at everyone’s bright and happy faces. The pain in his head caused by the DREAMER hadn’t yet abated, but he barely noticed it when he was blinded by the brightness of his friend’s smiles.

“You ready, Omori?” Mari said with a gentle smile, holding out her hand for him to take.

Omori dipped his head forward in assent, taking her hand gently, and her smile widened.

“Thanks, little brother… I knew you could do it.”

“S-SUNNY! PL-PLEASE!!” Basil choked out through the lump in his throat, because oh god oh GOD please let Sunny still be there!!

It couldn’t be too late, it just couldn’t…

Eyes so blurred by hot tears that he could barely see anything, his hands weakly reached out to find…

…

Empty space.

…

Basil glanced around, scrubbing at his eyes because surely he just- he just can’t see him, Sunny, Sunny hasn’t jumped yet, there’s still time-

And with tears cold on his cheeks, eyes red and unblemished arms burning with phantom pain, Basil’s slowly lifts his head.

Basil’s vision is perfect, as he glances around.

…He’s alone.

No one else is here.

Basil’s eyes are dull, as he walks over to the edge of the roof.

He doesn’t look down.

His tear-stained hospital gown flaps in the wind, as a cream-coloured tulip in his hair is picked up and carried away on the cool breeze…

…

…It’s a long way down.

The world is very quiet, as Basil slowly takes a step forward.

I’m sorry too, Sunny. He thought to himself, exhaling softly as he began to fall. I’m so, so sorry I couldn’t save you.

…

Goodnight.

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omarvel-comics · 1 year

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Prologue

@mikkokomori

Hero was excited. It was time for winter break. Ever since Sunny revealed the truth of Mari's death a year ago, Hero switched his major from Medicinal Practice to Culinary Arts to become a chef and make Mari proud. His roommate though, was still a med student. Hero had just finished packing. He was going home. His parents were gone, last minute business trip. They took little Sally with them, so it was just gonna be him and Kel. Before Hero could get into his car, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He spun around and saw his roommate, out of breath.

"Hero…*huff*...dude…*huff*...you gotta help me!" He said. Hero rolled his eyes. Peter, his roommate, had a bad tendency to procrastinate.

"My final is tomorrow! You're a med student-"

"WAS a med student." Hero corrected.

"Yeah whatever point is you gotta help me!" Peter said, dramatically clinging onto Hero and sobbing.

"OK ok." Hero said.

"Great! Meet me in the radiology lab!" Peter said, running off. Hero made his way through the snow covered paths to the lab. Inside the lab were lots of sealed off areas, along with Hazmat suits. No one noticed that a spider was in one of these areas as the area was sealed and radiation poured in. Hero walked through the halls, and eventually found Peter. After studying a bit, the door to the chamber opened. A student in a hazmat suit stepped out. So did a Spider. As Hero walked, he noticed the spider and froze. It was his natural reaction around spiders. Fear clouded his mind.

"Yo Hero! You coming? I'm gonna be late for my date with Gwen if you don't hurry up!" Peter yelled, trying to guilt Hero into moving, because if push came to shove, he totally would leave Hero and go on his date. Hero was screaming internally as the spider crawled on his legs. Peter came to check on him and noticed the spider bite Hero's leg. Peter squished the spider.

"Man, you really need to get your Arachnophobia under control!" Peter said.

"Heh heh…yeah…"

Peter and Hero parted ways at the train station. Hero got on the train to head to Faraway. He didn't feel good, but just thought it was a cold or something. He was glad to be going home. He lived in a small town, though there was a city about 30 minutes away by car. Cities were dangerous, with super villains around. And Nearby City only had cops, not its own Superhero. Hero didn't like going to Nearby but thats where the closest train station to Faraway was. Kel was going to pick him up, since he just got his license. The train ride was a few hours long. Hero felt nauseous, so he took a Tums. He was feeling really weird. Anyway, he was almost home anyway. The train stopped in Nearby station. Hero got off and saw Kel.

"Yo! Hero!" Kel called. Hero waved. He STILL didn't feel well.

"How are you? How's college?" Kel said, a big smile on his face.

"I-I don't feel well…" Hero said.

"Well…ok! You can see my expert driving skills! Hehe~" Kel said, dragging Hero to the car. Throughout the car ride, Kel was talking, but Hero wasn't paying attention. Why did he feel so bad? Was it something he ate? Hero didn't know…

"Alright Hero! Home Sweet Home!" Kel said. Hector ran up to the car as Kel and Hero got out of the car.

"I can't wait to spend time with you again! I'm sure Aubrey, Basil, and Sunny will be excited too! Sunny is visiting and staying with Basil and-" Kel stopped talking when he noticed Hero holding his head.

"You ok?" He asked.

"I think I need to sleep…" Hero said. Kel masked his disappointment with a smile.

"Well, let's get you to bed!" Kel said. Hero went to their shared room, and went to sleep.

#I know its short #most things are gonna be longer #i just wanted to write about how Hero gets his powers #also did you get the sneaky little reference I made?#art and fan works are appreciated #Omarvel Comics #man I hope I wrote everyone in character

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lacunasbalustrade · 1 year

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Paruko Nanana; livestreams & podcasts on a computer, a phone, an iPad, a MacBook, and a headset all at once. "only someone like you could handle all that."waking up on chilly rainy mornings at 6 am after studying till 2am, so used to telling the camera to get your good side that you forgot how some liked seeing you with silly haircurlers in. drinking bubble tea; the joys of youth. can't stretch or flex for your life, but the Easter Bunny couldn't jump higher. your idea of comfort food is french fries in ketchup someone save you from yourself, healthy living is working & playing hard in your book, bicycling in gardens, affection badly expressed, using short forms & text emojis, talkative but comforting, conscious of other people's existence,"YOU. you get me."

Kazane Fujimaya: positivity post accounts, local thrift shops and flea markets, haggling good-naturedly. that specific moment when the sun starts to rise and you've hiked up to the top of some steep hill that smells of fresh bamboo and steamed chestnut buns. it's sunrise over calm waters and there are no clouds if there are you're in the wrong place. being a regular customer, would volunteer at pet shelters but you're allergic to fur, eating egg mayonnaise sandwiches with black pepper and dropping it on your lap, you'll never get that stain out if you soak it for the rest of your life. vegetable soup is so good you swear by it, feeling alienated from everyone by some really hurtful circumstance but going home to face it regardless. "hey, are you awake yet?"

Kuguru Uki: clay scent of contented pottery wheels, oven mitts, potwarmers, the way lavender hangs in the air over the blue that has yet to descend and bring twilight with it, getting ready to leave and sitting down to pull on your shoes over your feet in their padded socks. never yelling in case you startle someone nearby who's working. getting used to warmed-up rice balls in place of actual meals. inhumanly good at playing those claw machine games, even when they're rigged. "fifty points to gryffindor", sitting and revising your notes only to realise that your handwriting is embarrassingly rushed, redoing them although it's still readable. life's a balancing act and you are a champion. compromises. "there you are, I've been waiting for you!"

Megumi Mamakari: buying instant fashion from high-end malls, inhaling the aroma of cold-brew coffee beans in a place so cold your fingers are turning pink, mini whitebread tuna and lettuce sandwiches that crunch underneath your teeth, doing ballet as a kid and never tiptoeing again because your toes are still bruised underneath your socks. crawling under the bed because you take hide-and-seek very seriously. copying people's handwriting is a strange hobby but if it's not fascinating your hair isn't lemonade pink. the most starched out days when moisture hangs so thick you could slice it with a knife, the clouds are as grey as your jumper, lightning may strike any moment, that's part of the thrill. rollercoasters & haunted houses, "laugh all you want. you can't deny it."

Suzuha Amanosuzu: perfect eyeliner. flawlessly groomed, prideful with a reason, being the benevolent queen is difficult but you'll do it with grace and strength if it costs you your beautifully manicured fingernails. "End of discussion - there's nothing more to say" bubbly apple cider bursts against your palate, let it wash down the aromatic basil-topped lamb cutlet that's laid out artisan style on your porcelain plate. korean dramas and scandalous romance novels, you know the myths better than the history professor does, that doesn't disconnect you from reality. snapping a painted fan closed, elegant victorian fashion, stars coming out in a whole parade across the galaxy at 4am (you glow brighter than all, this is light pollution my dear), "what, are my feelings a concern to you?"

Ku Teito: flashy sunsets on the subway, riding on the carousel when the circus comes to town. big hearted only means your heart falls harder, darling; the air smells lonelier at night when you're out patroling on your lonesome: you always work yourself to the bone. chocolate roll bread fresh from the oven that your teeth sink into like butter. drafting reports by using the speech function because you'd rather use your hands to play Minecraft and Nitendo Wii games instead, you actually subscribe to legitimate music services instead of pirating. good for you. the world is so big and you could fit in a pocket of my hands, you need to be protected but only wish to protect others, selflessly, brightly, purely. it's not about the ego for you. karaoke master. "you can never match up to me, but go on and try!"

Mrs Fujimaya: making jokes that aren't funny. stop using your humour to cut wounds open in yourself; those who love you do not want to watch you bleed. i know you've been staying strong all through every trial, just a little longer, keep standing, please. having a picture perfect memory: the differences in the world you move forward through is as glaring as the sun to you, you are the closest to realisation you've ever been. keep going. popcorn salted dissolves in your mouth leaving only hard kernels of truth - the scent of flower pollen is one you'll never forget as you kneel in front of his portrait (in front of him at his grave.) days when you couldn't bear to open the windows and no one kept track of time for you, it's so hard being a mother who has to shoulder her little girl's pain on top of her own. "you don't have to worry, I can push through like a freight train."

Suzumi Mikado: the clouds are so much closer than you thought at first, green crocuses, leaves falling in a crochet pattern, beckoning storms and their irises of calm, the final light of the day, twisted paper cones of salted peanuts, tricoloured pansies, black tulips "you sure don't mess around, do you?" mad rollerblading skills, probably jogged every day before school, had a million graduation photo albums and her son's smile, bulldog terrier as a childhood pet, against light pollution, manic for radio dramas. constantly smells of hugging, how can someone smell like hugging? the one who eats door-to-door salesmen for breakfast, but charms the entire parent support group with your boisterous enthusiasm and courageous grace of carrying yourself well. you are a survivor. "you! stand up on your own two feet!"

Ageha: little white lies. the epitome of showbiz. slightly bizarre but you never want those clicking high heels to stop, champion of climbing trees. snakes and the divine are inextricably connected like the four beasts of the directions that protect a large snake coiled at the centre of the world (isn't that what you are?) time doesn't leave a mark on you, to you it is inconsequential my lady. spray that hibiscus perfume once again and watch me become enthralled by it. pancakes are a go to breakfast with your secret sauce that's really just citrus juice mixed with cream and vodka. kindness in the mask of an expertly carried theatre performance, or the rhythm of a street dancer, you bring tidal waves wherever you step. "you should know by now, that isn't enough to keep me entertained. show me something spectacular!"

Sofia Sakharov: compassion never picked up on, you prefer it that way. sticky food like homemade jam with the pips squeezed out, borscht and rye bread a familiar but not comforting texture on your pale tongue. days and nights blend together when you are the very essence of stars and the sun is right beside you - what more do you need? never have you ever been interested in the moon. putting up with things, a magenta that demands attention. unconsciously mimicking those around you and copying theur behaviour; it must be a pattern by now to blend in. that's all you've ever been asked to do. little ways of being rebellious. blunt and insensitive comments that scream for someone to try and uncover their source. tsarina of a thousand fullstops, sarcasm, matryoshka dolls,"who are you to lecture me?"

Terumi Kuchinawa: hungry looks exchanged between lovers. you probably learned french in school. speaking of that, slightly burnt french toast scarred like the sun's surface with a thousand pits, sweet and thick like a promise. here you are at the steps of the school waiting for the pigeons to take flight, over the rising light that illuminates your world (and you alone.) smell the cigarettes and stamp your foot at the irresponsible person who ruined your beautiful morning. where is the shyness and insecurity that you hide so well under the surface? oh but my dear you are a dragonfruit; when squishy, you burn with a whoosh of fire. not so innocent are you? your worth has pain dormant in yourself all the time you were searching for someone to give it to. "you're pathetic! but then, I guess you already know that."

#future card buddyfight #paruko nanana #terumi kuchinawa #ageha #sofia sakharov #suzumi mikado #mrs fujimaya #Kazane Fujimaya #suzuha Amanosuzu #kuguru uki #an opportunity came up to use my phone so here yall go

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reallyprofoundkryptonite · 2 years

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Dragon's Blood

Finally! The Fic about @lilliths-httyd-blog's I'm Not Playing around, is HERE at long last.

Characters: Hiccup, Viggo, Krogan, Toothless

Relationships: Viggo & Krogan

Tags: Past Rape/Non-con, Abuse, Past Abuse, Blood, Gore, Non-Consensual Touching, Bondage, Non-Consensual Bondage, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Drugs, Autism, Stimming, Branding, Brands, Whump, Httyd whump, Krogan!Whump, Protectiveness, Burns, Burning, Angst, Heavy Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Mind Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Bro Hiccup you have serious issues, stop it, get some help, Sadistic Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary:

A semi-"Sequel" to Lillith Loves Viggo's "I'm Not playing Around"

Krogan has exhausted the patience Hiccup has towards his shenanigans about the dragon eye lenses. With Viggo already pretty much his and under control, Krogan is next, and Hiccup has plenty of ways to control the more volitile and viscious of the two.

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The wind ripped across Krogan’s back as he pursued the leader of the Dragon Riders. Dark clouds hung around them, swirling maliciously against the backdrop of the grey, dreary sky.

His cloak, fastened tight around his shoulders, still whipped around him wildly, the blue cloth doing little to keep him actually warm.

However, he’s flown in worse conditions, so he and his dragon pushed onwards.

Carefully, he urged her to speed up their pursuit, shooting above Hiccup. A Singetail’s weakness was altitude, and Krogan could not let Hiccup get that advantage over him.

Not after the last chase.

“You really aren’t giving up, are you?” Hiccup yelled up at him. Lightning flashed across the sky above him, and Krogan only snarled lowly.

Giving a response and being egged on were two different things. Krogan wanted neither of them. He just wanted out of the wind and the heavy rain.

Hiccup made a low, agitated snarl, as Krogan began to urge Basil to fly lower. She shot a lick of flame across the Night Fury’s back.

The dragon wailed in pain, and Hiccup gave a sharp yowl.

Quickly, they tried to shoot and angle a=up above Krogan, brushing past his dragon’s hide.

With one, firm kick at the Fury’s sizzling, singed tailfin, the heat ravaged metal creaked and tore off, shooting back towards the ground.

The Night Fury wailed, and instantly, the pair seemed to lose control.

Krogan gave a small, smug smile of satisfaction, diving after to watch them plummet. Hiccup’s steely eyed glare made his own gaze flicker from smug, to an air of indignant anger.

Ao3

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pokemorion · 10 months

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Sunny was walking alone. The sky was clouded, and the air was thick and foggy. Light rain drizzled down on his hat and on the sidewalk. He shivered. Sunny should've listened to Mari when she said to wear a jacket and pants, not a gray short sleeved shirt and khaki shorts.

He kept walking. Sunny watched as the rain pattered on the grass beside him and on the leaves of the trees that made up the dense forest. He saw something from the corner of his eye and stopped. A sign that read, "Keep off the grass!" and beside that, two pairs of muddy footprints. Sunny decided to follow the footprints out of curiosity.

Sunny toed through the mud, careful not to make any noticeable footprints. So far, the only thing he could hear was the chirping of wild Forfinch, small black and white finches with four wings. As he went deeper into the forest, he could hear some chatter and hid behind a bush.

"See? I told you it was worth it! Just look at this spot!" A female voice shouted.

Sunny peeked up from the bush to see an enchanting forest clearing. There were many Buzzileaves, small bee Pokemon with leaf-like wings and light yellow fluffy collars. Kermole, giant rose seeds with faces and feet and Peresprout, a brown egg-shaped creature with triangular legs and a rose sprouting from its head, were waddling around. Soft light was shining through the canopy, illuminating a large stone in the middle coated in moss, grass and flowers that was shiny due to the rain.

In front of him, Sunny saw the two people who appeared to be his old friends, Aubrey and Basil. Their appearances had changed a lot since he last saw them.

Aubrey now had pink hair and a light blue do-rag with a Pokeball patch that had once belonged to Mari. She wore black triangular sunglasses and a black tank top with a blue blazer that had white vertical stripes. Aubrey had a long, dark denim skirt that extended down to her ankles. She had white, pink and blue walking shoes.

Basil wore a dark blue bowler hat with a pink flower in it. He still had blond hair. Basil wore an off-white long sleeve with pink flower inspired cuffs and a matching collar and fanny pack. He had pale green jeans with white embroidered flowers dotted all over and brown hiking boots.

"I guess, but we're going to get yelled at if we get caught. Or worse." Basil said timidly.

"Stop being such a crybaby already! You always do this when we do exciting stuff." Aubrey hissed, "It's not like anyone's out here anyways. They're all so wimpy that they wouldn't dare step on some measly grass."

Aubrey stepped further into the clearing, accidentally tripping over a long string of grass and a bush near the rock. She grunted.

The string of grass flicked back and forth, and the rock started to rise up. Aubrey yelped and jumped backwards as the rock grew four, huge legs. The boulder was actually a huge elephant!

The elephant Pokemon was mostly stone gray with dark green spiking patterns on its legs, tusks and ears. It had a thick moss ruff encircling its neck and rich, floral greenery on its back, stretching down to the tip of the tail. Its long trunk also had some moss on it, and some grass and yellow flowers surrounding the nostrils. The elephant's eyes were a piercing yellow and had grass over the top of them resembling eyebrows. On the top of its head, it had more grass that connected to the back greenery.

The elephant turned its head to Aubrey and Basil and narrowed its eyes. It faced them head on and prepared to charge up an attack.

Aubrey turned around and started to run, but Sunny jumped out of the bushes. He grabbed both Basil and Aubrey's arms and dragged them to the floor behind the bushes just before the elephant charged forward.

"EEK!--" Basil screamed but Sunny covered his mouth.

The elephant screeched to a stop when it realized it didn't hit anything. It looked and listened for any sound, but there was only the rain pattering against the leaves. The elephant turned around and walked back to the clearing, where it settled down and went back to sleep.

Sunny uncovered Basil's mouth and he let out a sigh of relief. Basil turned to Sunny and his eyes widened.

"Sunny? Is that you?" Basil whispered.

Sunny nodded, "Hi. It's been a while, but I think we should talk later. That thing could wake up any minute now."

Sunny stood up and walked out of the forest with Aubrey and Basil following.

They made it out, but were greeted by an irritated man with half circle glasses who was standing on the sidewalk. He was bald and had a thin brown beard and mustache that were connected. The man wore purple suspenders, a white, long-sleeved button up, a black tie with fossils on it, and gray formal pants. He had swamp green rain boots on and was holding a clear umbrella.

"What do you think you all were doing in there? You could have gotten seriously hurt!" He said.

Aubrey was scrunched up and silent. Basil noticed this and said, "Uh, sorry, I got a bit lost."

"A bit lost? You do know what lies in those woods right?" The man questioned.

Basil shook his head.

"Legend says that a monster named Graphelant roams the forest disguised as mere grass and kills any person who even walks near it," The man said. "You all were lucky enough to make it out alive."

"I'm sorry, it was my fault. It wont happen again." Basil looked to the side.

"Good. Now go home, the rain is getting worse." The man walked off.

Basil sighed. "I'm, uh, gonna listen to him. Polly is probably going to get worried. Bye, Aubrey. Can we catch up later, Sunny?"

Sunny nodded.

"Thanks." Basil left.

"So, Sunny," Aubrey turned to Sunny. "Why were you hiding in the bushes? Were you following us?"

"Sort of." He replied.

"You weirdo," Aubrey snickered. "Don't follow me right now though, Okay? I have to meet with my boss about some work things and he doesn't take too kindly to spectators. See you around."

Aubrey then walked away.

After that long outing, Sunny was tired. He decided to call it a day and go back home.

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omorial · 3 years

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Broken Choices

Schedules don't exist and I'm posting this right after I wrote it bc I lack self control.

Inspired by this comic by @oworii because it haunts my every waking moment.

CWs: suicidal character, suicide attempt, omori secret ending spoilers, lashing out

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Kel almost froze, but he was glad he didn't, he was so glad he didn't.

He had been coming to check on Sunny in his hospital room, only for him to not be in his bed. He was lucky he spotted the open balcony door.

He was so lucky to have seen that.

He walked out, only to freeze momentarily when he spotted Sunny out there.

Sunny, standing at the edge of the balcony, the railing broken.

Sunny, about to- to jump.

Sunny, about to leave them like Mari did.

Kel jerked into motion when he saw Sunny take a step off the balcony, grabbing his arm before he could go any farther. He distantly registered he was crying. It wasn't that surprising, really.

"S- Sunny…" he swallowed, pulling his friend away from the edge of the balcony, the broken railing. "What are you… Su- Sunny! Wh- what were you thinking?!"

Sunny didn't respond, only tensing in Kel's grip.

"Kel!" He glanced back to see Aubrey coming towards them. "There you are! What are…"

Kel pulled Sunny closer to the door inside, pulling him into a hug without thinking.

"S- Sunny, you…" he took a shaky breath, still not fully processing what just happened. "P- please. I- if you're having any- any problems, at all, just- just talk to me- to- to any of us, please."

"Why is…" Aubrey was talking, he could hear her. "Sunny, shouldn't you be in your room?"

"I- I-", Kel's voice shook, his emotions going haywire. "I know I'm not the- the best, but- please let me help. "I- I mean it, I'll tr- try to do whatever I can.."

"Sunny, you look like you're in shock…" he heard Aubrey take a step closer to them. "What happened..?"

"He- he tried to j-" Kel stopped, shaking slightly. "He tried to jump."

"Jum- what-"

"He tried to WHAT?!"

Kel registered that Hero had said that, so he was out here now too, but he was too focused on Sunny.

"P-please, Sunny- jus- just talk to us. I know it's- it's stressful to move, but… we- we're still friends, okay?"

"Kel- Kel, you should slow down.." Aubrey's voice cut into his thoughts. "I think you- you're overwhelming him…"

"We should- we should go back inside."

"I- I'll call you, okay?" He was rambling now. Aubrey is right, he should really stop talking but just- he just can't. "You- you're not alone, you don- don't have to be alone anymore.."

"Is- is it about Basil?" He pulled away, looking at Sunny. "I- I don't know what happened between you two, but- but we can- we can fix this! Please just- just… let me help-"

Hero grabbed his shoulder, finally jerking him out of the moment. "Kel! Kel, come on, we should really go back inside first-"

"You two… you're crowding him, this isn't going to-"

"Kel."

He barely heard it, but Sunny finally said something. They all went quiet. Kel breathed.

"Yeah? What is it, Sunny?"

"L- le- let me.. let me- let me GO!!"

Kel yelped when Sunny shoved him, hearing Hero and Aubrey call out their names. He hit the ground, tears still falling as Sunny ran back over to the railing. It felt like his heart stopped.

Then Aubrey went after Sunny, grabbing him even as he yelled at her to stop. To let him go let him go Kel let me go-

Hero put his hand on his shoulder.

"You okay, Kel..?"

"Ye- yeah." He swallowed. "Is Sunny..?"

"Aubrey has him. Let her handle it for now, okay?" Hero helped him stand on shaky legs. "Hey, take deep breaths, okay? You're okay, Sunny's okay."

Looking over, Sunny seemed to be.. somewhat calming down now. Aubrey got him away from the edge again, calling Hero over.

"You need help?"

"Nah, I've got him. Could you.. go check on Basil?"

Confusion clouded Hero's face. "..what?"

Aubrey looked over at him, before looking away. "Just- just in case. To- to be.. safe."

"O-oh. Yeah, okay. You've got this?" Hero glanced at Sunny.

"Yeah.." Aubrey was quiet. "I've got him. Calling anyone else out here would probably make it worse."

Hero nodded, leaving.

"Let me go let me go let me go let me go.."

"Sunny- Sunny, we've got you. I'm not letting go. You're gonna be fine, okay?" Aubrey turned Sunny and pulled him into her as he continued to talk, the words devolving into mumbling he couldn't hear.

Sunny fell to the ground, and Aubrey fell with him, continuing to give him silent comfort. Kel heard him sob.

Kel stood there, hands gripping the edge of his shirt.

What had.. what had they missed?

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sunnysviolin · 3 years

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Omotober Day Three- Picnics

If you want to read it on ao3 (now as one singular fic because I am a dum dum) you can do that here

When Hero suggested that the five of them get together and have a picnic, Basil was nervous, but excited. There was a part of him that would always be afraid, but more than anything he wanted things to go back to the way they used to be. A picnic could be the start of that.

But Basil should have known that things could never go back to the way they used to be.

“Forgiveness, reader, is, I think, something very much like hope and love - a powerful, wonderful thing.

And a ridiculous thing, too.”- Kate DiCamillo

Basil wasn’t really sure what to expect when their group decided to get together for a picnic again like they used to, but his first inclination wouldn’t have been that there would be a fist fight about to break out.

After the fight, and the hospital, and everything that came after, things had gotten surprisingly calm and quiet. The guilt that had eaten his insides for all those years was gone, and in its place was peace. Yes, he still felt awful about what they had done, but the secret was over, and he no longer had to hold all of that pain by himself.

Their friends had accepted the truth at varied rates, and Basil was sure it would take a long time before they ever even came close to forgiving him or Sunny. Aubrey was still quick to anger, Hero was still avoidant of the pain, but things had changed. Something about those last few days Sunny had spent with them in Faraway had changed them all, made everyone more open to trying with each other again. Even after they learned everything.

It felt good to be friends again, to be able to look at their faces without the self loathing threatening to crush him. He would take whatever halted measures of friendship they would give, if it only meant not being alone again. So when Hero suggested a picnic, Basil eagerly agreed without thinking twice.

He should have thought twice.

The planning had gone perfectly fine. Kel was a hundred percent on board, and he had even offered to help with making the food. The other boy seemed most pleased that it was Hero specifically who was extending the branch out. Basil knew that, of all of them, Hero was probably going to have the most mixed emotions about what he and Sunny had done. Still, Hero was Hero. Even if he hated them both, he would never reveal it.

Aubrey had seemed unsure, but Kel’s enthusiasm and the promise of getting Sunny back to join them had her agreeing. Basil knew she and Sunny talked on the phone pretty often, maybe even more than Sunny and himself. Aubrey was trying hard to make up for the last four years, and she spent most of her time with Basil or by herself. She said it was to ‘figure things out’ and he didn’t pry. He knew how hard it was to accept things in your past that you didn’t want to think about or the parts of yourself that you didn’t like all that much.

Then there was Sunny. They had all crowded together around Kel’s home phone to talk to Sunny about their idea. He had agreed to come and made plans to sleep at Kel and Hero’s house the night of their picnic. Logically it would have made more sense for him to stay with Basil, there was more room at Basil’s house, but it went unspoken between them why Kel and Hero had extended the offer instead. He would catch the train in and out and be back by dinner the next day, it wasn’t a far journey. None of them had seen Sunny since the hospital, at least not in person, and Basil wondered what it might be like to lay eyes on the other boy now.

The day came and they had split into natural groups. Most of the preparations were already done, but there were a few things to finish up on the morning of. Hero would take care of finishing the food, Aubrey would set up in their spot in the park, and Basil and Kel were going to go pick up Sunny from the train station.

Everything was good. The day was bright and warm with not a single cloud in the sky, Sunny’s train had arrived right on time, and Sunny had even greeted them both with quick but tight hugs and a small smile. He was still wearing an eyepatch (and apparently would always be from now on) but he looked a lot better. The bags under his eyes were gone, and the greying pallor of his skin had vanished. He held himself a little straighter, spoke a little more, and the air of fear that seemed to surround Sunny had dissipated into nothing.

Kel had grabbed both of their hands and swung them through the air as they walked towards the park, chattering about what he and Hero had planned for that day. Basil was content to let Kel do most of the talking and shared a secret amused look behind his back with Sunny. This was something that had happened all the time when they were kids, and the nostalgia of it was easy to fall into.

When they got to the park and saw Aubrey, things were awkward for all of two seconds before she punched Sunny gently on the arm and ruffled his hair, bringing them over to the set up she had created. The picnic blanket was a checkered blue, not red, but it was soft. There was the scent of flowers in the air from the bushes nearby in bloom, and a breeze twirled the pinwheels clustered in the distance. It felt so blissfully...normal. Like they could just fall right back into step where they left off all those years ago.

Basil should have hit himself over the head for thinking that.

It started so innocently. They were waiting for Hero to arrive and sighing about how nice their little corner of the world was, when Aubrey made an offhand comment about her friends potentially joining them next time. Before Basil could even really process what her words, Kel had said no. He hadn’t said it in a joking way or to tease her. Kel had snapped, and the tension in his shoulder and the hardness of his eyes told them all that he was deadly serious.

It was jarring. Of all of them, Kel had always been the friendliest. Hero may have been the most popular, but Kel wasn’t far behind his brother in natural charm. He was sweet and sincere, and almost always willing to get to know people. It wasn’t like him to shut down so quickly or with such force. Kel’s face was stormy and he was avoiding eye contact with all of them, keeping those hard eyes locked with the ground. Aubrey seemed livid, but she sat stony and silent, waiting for more of an explanation. The one that came only made things worse.

“I just don’t see why you would even wanna be around them anymore,”

Aubrey, loyal beyond words, had swooped in to defend the rest of her gang, claiming that they were good people who were great friends. This had only made Kel scoff, which infuriated her even more. Basil was used to Aubrey and Kel getting into arguments, he was even okay with the escalated fight that had happened at the dock (seeing as he blamed himself for causing it), but this was unlike any of those.

Normally it was Kel who kept fairly cool during these things, and Aubrey that went ballistic. Yes, Kel fought right back with her and gave as good as he got, but he had always seemed calm and collected, mostly joking around and poking fun at how red Aubrey’s face would get.

Now it was his cheeks that were tinged, and his throat that was raw from screaming, in a way that Basil had never seen before. He stayed silent and tried to keep himself small, hands clasping together over his chest as he tried to remember the deep breathing techniques Polly had been teaching him. They didn’t seem to be working. A quick glance to the side showed Sunny in a similar state of distress, watching their friends argue with a wide eye and clear panic etched into his features.

Aubrey and Kel’s argument devolved fast, going from something that held worth to just being insults hurled back and forth. They began to advance on each other, clearly done with words and moving past to blows, but a voice cut through, breaking the intensity that had caught them all firmly in its grip.

“What’s going on?”

The four of them turned around simultaneously, varying stages of guilt evident on everyone’s faces. Hero emerged from the brush, carrying a large wooden picnic basket on one arm, his mouth turned downwards.

He surveyed the moment and sighed, a tired sound that betrayed a weight that they all knew Hero carried but refused to let them bear with him. The eldest walked over and gently placed the basket down on the blanket, glancing at each of them in turn.

“You okay, Sunny?” Hero asked, and Sunny nodded. He seemed calmer now that someone was intervening, but fear was still there. Hero patted him once on the top of his head and peered around the youngest. “Basil?”

Basil nodded too, his own words caught in his throat. It wasn’t the same as when Something had been squeezing him too tight to breathe, it wasn’t that bad yet, but it was still pretty bad. Nothing he couldn’t handle though, and Basil knew that Hero needed to be focusing on the other two right now. With both of them checked on, Hero stood at his full height and stared at the others.

“Explain,”

Both teens burst into words, voices raising as they tried to shout over each other and interject to disprove what the other had just claimed. Hero listened to the cacophony for a moment and then raised his hands, yelling over them to quiet down. Once it was settled again, Hero turned to Aubrey.

“Aubrey, you go first. You can talk with no interruptions. Then Kel is going to talk with no interruptions, and we’re all going to listen to each other. I want each of you to explain to me why you’re fighting, okay?” Both teens nodded, and Hero sat down, gesturing for the other two to sit back down as well. They did, and then Aubrey began to talk.

“Out of nowhere Kel starts going off about my friends and talking bad about them for no reason,” Kel made a noise here and Hero looked at him. The younger brother rolled his eyes but stayed silent, and Hero waved a hand at Aubrey to continue, “I don’t get why he’s so angry, but I don’t care. He had no right to say all of those things. That’s why they don’t like you, you just assume the worst of them.”

Kel shot a harsh glare towards the girl, something fiery and fueled with a deep rage that was completely out of character for him. Then when he spoke, the oddities only continued.

“I didn’t start ‘out of nowhere’. You started this by saying you wanted us all to hang out with them. Like we’re all pals. Did you forget that the only thing you did when you spent time with them was bully people and act like none of us mattered to you? You keep talking about how you wanna change, but you don’t. You just want to act like nothing you did mattered. They bullied m- Basil for years! If you’re really our- his friend I don’t know why you don’t want to protect Basil from those guys,” Kel finished his speech with a huff, crossing his arms and curling in on himself.

“I apologized to Basil plenty already!” Aubrey replied, a glance to Hero when she began. When he didn’t interrupt her, she kept going, “He forgave me, and now we’re trying to get past it. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Maybe we should listen to what Basil thinks?” Hero suggested, trying to keep the conversation from riding off the rails as it had before, “If you’re both so worried about him, it seems like his opinion would be the most important thing here,”

Then all eyes were on him, waiting to hear what he had to say. Basil twisted his fingers in his lap and laughed nervously, his mouth filling with cotton as both sides of the argument clearly looked for his backing.

“I-I don’t know?” He finally replied, the words sounding small and useless, only making everyone madder, “I wouldn’t mind trying I guess. Seeing if if it works out, ya know?”

Hero perked up here, shooting Basil a grateful smile. Aubrey seemed vindicated and her anger began to melt. The tension eased out of the air, and Basil breathed out. It was all going to be okay now. It was just a regular Kel and Aubrey fight. They would hug the way Hero always forced them to at the end of their arguments, and then the five of them could enjoy the afternoon together.

“Kel, if Basil is okay with it then it’s fine. Why don’t you two hug and make up and then-”

“What if I’m not okay with it, Hero?!” Kel exploded, cutting his brother off, “What about that?!”

Stunned silence coupled with an even stronger tension surrounding the group. Kel and Aubrey fighting he could understand, even Kel and Aubrey dragging Hero in to play referee he could understand, but never before had Basil seen Kel yell at Hero. Kel worshipped the ground Hero walked on, his big brother could do no wrong, and Basil had never seen any evidence that he ever had.

But Kel wasn’t done yet, and he continued his yelling. It was like something had cut into him with those words, and now that something, dark and black, was finally getting a chance to leak out of Kel. Basil knew all about Somethings. About how painful it was to live with them, about how they always eventually burst out and demanded to be seen. He just had never thought Kel might have a Something too.

“It isn’t fair that they get to spend years being terrible people. and then just act like they never did any of it. It isn’t fair that I have to just pretend like they weren’t awful to me. Like I didn’t spend most afternoons crying on my walk home because of them. Like I didn’t have to second guess everything single thing I did because they made me think that I was a bully.”

Basil had remembered hearing them calling Kel that before, and it had confused him then too. Kel had never done anything like bullying to anyone, but Basil had dismissed it. It seemed so ridiculous to him, he thought Kel would have just let it go too. Apparently not

“All I’ve ever done is try to help. I smiled and laughed and pretended like nothing bothered me because that’s what everyone else needed. And what did that get me? A bat to the face and being told by my own bullies that I was the one messing with them. They’re the bullies. Mean, angry bullies who I never did anything to. Except try to be friends with you.” Kel finally pulled his eyes to Aubrey with this final word, cutting his furious ranting off with a half laugh half sob. He brought his knees up to his chest and put his arms on top of them. He wasn’t crying, but the pain in his eyes was enough to make Basil’s own chest ache in sympathy.

“And then you let them call me a bully. When I didn’t do anything except try to help.”

Kel dropped his head against his knees, hiding and breathing harshly. His shoulders rose and fell. Up and down and up and down as he panted with exertion from his outburst of emotion. None of them made a sound. Basil wouldn’t have known what to say after that, and he was sure no one else did either. They also couldn’t have been prepared for the final blow that was about to be dealt.

“You all just wanna pretend like none of it ever happened...like all that time didn’t matter.” Kel’s voice was muffled, but the words hit all of them like a punch to the gut.

It wasn’t just about this one fight, it wasn’t even just about Aubrey’s friends. It was bigger, stretching out for years and years of suffering that had never been addressed. Basil’s breath caught in his throat, and he could see the others were in a similar state of shock. He looked down at his interlocked fingers, his stomach twisting up in knots.

It was so easy to forget with Kel. It was so simple to just get lost in his happy go lucky personality and his endless bounds of optimism. He always had time for them all, always willing to go that extra mile to help out his friends when they needed him.

He hadn’t given up on them. He hadn’t stopped knocking on Sunny’s door, even when he never answered. He hadn’t stopped saying hi to Basil, even when he didn’t say hi back. He hadn’t stopped encouraging Hero, even when Hero had no encouragement left to offer in return. He had even still looked for the good in Aubrey, when she had nothing good to say about him. That was just who Kel was, someone who kept trying.

But Basil knew better than any of them that a person could only be pushed so far before there was a part of them that was cracked and bleeding and needed others to heal it. Kel was a nice person, a happy person, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have his moments of doubt. The times where he needed to rely on them instead of the other way around. He never pushed, so no one ever was forced to notice all the bad thoughts and emotions piling up under that sweet sunshine smile. It was just easy to forget that those things existed behind his joy and his upbeat attitude.

They were the people who should have remembered to look. They were the ones who should have known. They had all wanted things to go back to the way they were, but the truth was they couldn’t.

There was no way to erase four years, no way to let go of what had happened to Mari. It existed, it was real, and all of them had tried to ignore it. All except for Kel, who had done everything he could to hold them all together without so much as a complaint. He was right, instead of acknowledging his sacrifices, they had acted like none of it had ever happened. That was what was unchallenging, that was what took no effort. But that was also what was killing Kel inside.

He didn’t know what they could say that would even start to mend four years of their friend trying and failing and continuing to try against all hope. What could a person say to that kind of dedication? What kind of thanks could be given to someone who took on that burden without a word until it had nearly crushed him?

It turned out that Basil didn’t need to know the answer. There was someone else who did.

Aubrey rose up from her spot across from Kel on the picnic blanket and plopped down next to him, turning her head away from the other boy. Her hand moved to his, settling on his elbow and grabbing his attention. Kel raised his head, staring silently at her as she looked at him from the side.

Basil didn’t know what conversation the two of them had without words, but he suspected he would never know. Things like that were only ever meant for two people, and even asking about it was treading on something sacred. Whatever it was, it was enough for Kel to uncurl from the position he had put himself in. He sat on his knees facing Aubrey, and she turned to do the same. She took a deep breath and raised her head, meeting his gaze fully.

“I’m sorry,”

It wasn’t much, when it came down to it. It wasn’t a long speech filled with tears and impassioned pleas. Aubrey wasn’t on her knees begging for forgiveness, or making promises to be better. She hadn’t even said it in a special tone or in a whisper meant just for the two of them. It was an apology, nothing more, nothing less.

It wasn't really much, but it felt so big. They were all touched by her words, all impacted by the enormity of such a small but profound statement. Sunny edged closer and leaned against Basil, and the weight against his side was warm and grounding. He looked down at the top of Sunny’s head, and the vines looping around his spine eased away once more.

When he turned back, Aubrey and Kel were hugging, sitting up on their knees and clutching hard to one another. He wasn’t sure which one of them moved first, but it wasn’t something he had ever seen. Basil has only ever seen them giving each other quick little hugs, or the awkward side squeezes Hero demanded after their fights. But this wasn’t either of those. It was genuine and real, and they both seemed a little reluctant when they pulled apart.

Hero, ever the older brother, beamed and pulled the basket to the center of their group, changing the subject to the food that he and Kel made. To anyone outside of their group, it might have seemed like a callous way to change the subject, but the other four were grateful for something to switch their minds to.

With the moment over, Aubrey went back to her usual brusque, digging into the basket and pulling out a sandwich and bottle of water. She grabbed the food and Sunny’s hand, dragging him over to one of the corners and demanding to hear about his new house. Sunny obliged her, talking about his room and the renovation plans his mother had begun.

Kel drifted over to Hero, falling against his brother’s side and leaning his head against Hero’s shoulder. Basil didn’t interrupt, but he watched Hero wrap Kel in his arms and whisper in his ear, something that had to be comforting given how Kel nodded and snuggled closer to his brother. Hero squeezed Kel and turned to Basil.

“How’s the new garden coming along?”

#Ugh that ending #Bleh #But I also don't have timme to doubt #anwyays!#omori fic #omori #omori kel #omori hero #omori sunny #omori basil #omori aubrey #angst #picnics #I just #hhhhhhh idk

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makerscockandballs · 2 months

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aside from AI art just looking bad & stealing work I feel so... disregarded as a person that it's being sold to? Like the people using it to do ads or even use it with their own art (music and books) can't be bothered to put something there that took more than 5 seconds and a piece of shit website to puke out.

I'm not surprised to see companies and ad producers cheap out and streamline it. Never expected better. It's just fucking sad to see musicians and authors put their heart and soul into their own art, then basically shit on top of all that by making covers with this horrid looking garbage. Complete turnaround.

#i miss amateur made covers because the band couldnt affort an artist yet. i miss hand drawn covers.#it has some fucking soul some fucking MEANING and thought #thinking of talking to some smaller musicians about it bc im pretty sure its mainly a financial choice #but like. you putting some stuff together in photoshop that looks wonky #is so much better than ai pictures. its a breath of fresh air #basil yells at cloud

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ssa-sugar-tits · 4 years

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belated

request: this one

Could you do angst with Emily and reader, where Emily misses a birthday or anniversary or something and readers really upset - and they eventually make up....

pairing: emily prentiss x reader

content warnings: angst, arguing, swearing, implied sex

"Voicemail again!" Emily mutters with evident frustration. JJ turns to look at her dark haired friend and takes a seat next to her.

"Everything okay Em?" she prompts as sweetly as she can, not wanting to further aggravate the woman. The liason knows it doesn't take a profiler to see when someone's clearly upset, running her hands through her black tresses and breathing heavily.

"Y/N isn't answering any of my calls. Did something happen to her? Did I do something wrong? God..." she frantically redials your number and the blonde beside her sighs empathetically.

"I'm sure Y/N is fine Emily. It's late in Virginia anyways, she probably just fell asleep."

"Y/N always waits up for me," Emily objects. She starts to argue again before the wave of realization washes over her flushed face.

"Emily?"

"Oh, shit!" She exclaims, throwing her head into her grasping hands. "It's our one year anniversary and I missed it."

JJ wants to comfort her but knows nothing can take away that feeling of guilt right now. She'd missed an anniversary with Will once and he'd been nothing but understanding, but she'd cried like a child and apologized numerous times.

In an attempt to soothe, she wraps her petite arms around Emily's shoulders and lets her cry softly, despising herself for being so careless.

When the jet lands, she immediately drives to your house. She understands if you're angry with her but she hopes with all of her guilt ridden heart that you'll forgive her. Unlocking your door, her heart drops to her stomach when she sees you. Your up-done hair falls in your face and your makeup smears with heavy, black tears as you look down into the red wine glass in front of you. The apartment was set up beautifully with white lights illuminating the romantic darkness. She bites her lip to stifle a sob at the delicious smell filling the brisk air. You'd made her favorite dish of rigatoni alla carbonara with a side of tomato-basil bruschetta for dinner. Even the damn wine was her favorite bottle of strong, plumy Pinot Noir. Finally, she builds up the strength to squeak some words out of her quivering mouth.

"I'm so sorry Y/N. I wanted to be here."

You look up at her, stepping on her heart with your broken eyes.

"But you weren't. I'm tired of this Emily." Gulping, tears strike and leave her eyes too at your use of her full name. Not Em, not darling, Emily. "I'm tired of your job being more important than me. I'm important too."

Your voice cracks and you drop your head back down, crying softly. Vulnerability has never been your strong suit but enough is enough. The brunette kneels down beside you and strokes your hair gently but you push her away, sobs turning louder.

"You are so important to me love. But people need me, I--"

"I need you too!" you yell harshly, cutting her off. "I'm your girlfriend, not them! And I know it's selfish because you're out there saving lives but I am so fucking sick of always coming second with you."

"That's not true at all Y/N, you're always my priority!" she spits back. "I miss the team's nights out and get reprimanded for rushing my paperwork just so I can get back to see you and I make it back everytime, you're being fucking ungrateful."

"I'm ungrateful?" You gesture to the anniversary dinner you set up around you and scream, loud enough to the point where you're sure the neighbors can hear. "Which one of us spent the whole week preparing this? It wasn't you Emily, it was me! All fucking alone like always! And I didn't ask you give anything up for me. That was your decision because I thought you loved me."

Hot pain spills from both of your eyes and Emily starts to fight back again but you storm to the bedroom alone, slamming the door behind you. She stays on the floor where she sat, crying guiltily yet somehow angry at you. She understands why you're upset, she hurt you. Made you feel worthless, like you weren't the greatest thing in her life. And that could not be farther from the truth. She needs to fix this. Emily knocks softly on the door and rattles the locked doorknob.

"Y/N, dear? I know you're mad at me but I want to talk about it." No response. "I'm so sorry. You decorated really beautifully and the food smells amazing. I should've appreciated your effort more. I just have so much on my plate but I never want you to feel like you aren't important to me. You are the most important Y/N."

She almost turns away, sighing and crying silently in defeat but you open the door. You're a wreck but the look she gives you is nothing if not loving.

"I'm sorry too. Your job is important and I should know that doesn't mean I'm any less important. I love you, Em."

Emily smiles and kisses you lightly yet passionately, like a fluffy cloud beamed on by the warm sun.

"Do..." you clear your throat. "Do you wanna go eat cold pasta and drunkly make fun of rom-coms?"

She looks down and laughs, then meets your gaze with a smile.

"That sounds perfect."

Sitting down on the bed and melting into each other, you do just what you said you'd do and... let's just say, a little more. At the end of the night you press one last kiss to your lover's neck and whisper.

"Happy anniversary Em."

"Happy anniversary Y/N," she returns with happiness.

And despite the start of the evening... a happy anniversary it was.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss angst #emily prentiss fluff #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds self insert #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds angst #criminal minds fluff

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gritpyre-archived · 2 years

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Drip.

Originally a reply to an rp I have with @clockworkgalaxies, I got carried away and wrote uuuh a lot, thought I might as well post it here! Basil belongs to my friend

Hours pass, languid, lethargic; the grey of the sky parts as the clouds let the sun peek dimly, coating the twilight in rust colored reds and yellows. Specs of dust see-saw their way to the floor, their trajectory illuminated briefly by little beams of light that dance around the room. Alma’s eye follows their sway indifferently, she has one ear pinned backward towards where Basil lays in bed, the other listening firmly to the sepulchral silence of the building.

She can hear the brat’s breathing; it’s rhythmical, regular, a comforting and blissful distraction. It’s enough for a while, she can focus on it and cast away the twitches of her hands, her grinding teeth, the ever building tension that makes her muscles burn with the desire to tear themselves apart. She tries to count Basil’s breaths, tries to let the numbers bury the gasping of her mind, but she can never make it past thirteen without a particularly violent twitch forcing her to start over.

But the scream resurfaces eventually - too early for her taste. It gnaws violently at her frontal lobe, banging around the bones in her skull, demanding attention, to be heard and acknowledged. She almost wants to yell to let it out but she knows it wouldn’t change anything, the scream doesn’t belong to her and therefore, she has no right to get rid of it. Without escape it keeps building up, she can feel its slow travel downwards when her brain isn’t enough to contain it, tearing through each of her vertebra, yanking down her shoulders, zapping the nerves around her hands, siphoning the strength in her legs, making the nothing in her stomach roil, threatening to burst through every single pore in her skin-

Alma!

She grimaces, closing her eyes hard as she brings a hand to her face, palming around her head as if she could grab the echo and crush it in between her talons, but all her fingers find is a tarry wetness trickling lazily from under her eyepatch. It takes her a couple of muddled seconds before recognition hits her so hard she stumbles until her back hits a wall, the squelch that comes from the impact confirming her fears.

There is blood all over her, coming out through the markings. Her good eye looks down to find sinewy threads painting her body an almost pitch black red, the heavy drip… drip… drip… of her fleshy blood screeching in her ears, the shock finally silencing the scream, or maybe the body had just found a way to let it out through a different path. She swallows hard, hissing when her throat hurts and tastes of iron.

She stops her hands from trying to wipe the mess off from her, knowing the flow won’t stop until it wants to. Alma hopes it won’t get bad enough for her to pass out like an idiot, but even then Tati could just throw her into a corner and wait for her to wake up or die; though she knows for a fact the older woman would prefer her alive, if only because she’s making a huge mess on the already fucked up floor and she’d love to chew her out for it as she cleans it herself because her dumb ass doesn’t even know how to use a mop-

That dripping is annoying.

Either way, she already owes her for what she did for the stupid kid, adding another nuisance to the mix in a single day is nothing new for her, and she’s sure she will handle whatever form of pay Tati requests of her, even if she has to do it a couple pints lighter, dizzy and nauseous and shivering, it really didn’t matter.

Shivering?

Drip. The sound makes her heart jolt, chest rising and falling as her eye looks for the source of the noise automatically, Alma chuckles nervously when she remembers it’s just her blood already making a small pool for itself at the base of her feet. It feels weird, she trembles at the sight.

Ridiculous, she thinks, she’s been covered from head to toe in her own ichor innumerable times, there’s nothing to be afraid of, it doesn’t matter how it’s happening when it’s a familiar situation. Her gaze pans to the windows, from where the sun is still making its way to disappear behind the horizon. She sighs, hugging herself tight, ears pinning themselves against her head when the movement sends trickles of blood clashing onto the floor, the sound reverberating through the whole building.

That can’t be right. It’s too loud, someone will come to yell at her and she won’t be able to hear them through the noise her blood is making, she can barely hear herself through the slow trickling encompassing her body, every single drop a cacophony.

Her head quickly starts pounding as strongly as her heart, and she finds herself hunching painfully, crushed under the tumult. Some nebulous part of her questions how is it that Basil is still sleeping with the dripping clamoring and threatening to bludgeon dozens of holes into the floor. She wishes he would wake but before she can wonder why the shivering intensifies, her body tensing with enough strength to make her gasp for air.

The fear returns when the noise starts coming through the walls, from the ceilings, she hears the slothful dripping coming in through the beams of light, ringing around in the specs of dust still drifting to the floor, mixing in with the scream she had torn from Basil and Ashlei and Ashlei and Ashlei’s throat.

She needs to get away, she needs to escape the noise, beat it out of herself if need be, but she’s frozen in place, the oozing of her blood running cold like icicles piercing her joints, nailing her in place with a glacial grip. And in that moment of surprise she realizes the room is quiet.

But it’s so loud.

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When Basil begins to stir she’s slumped in the farthest corner of the room, disheveled hair obscuring her face in the low light, a trail of acrid smelling blood following her from outside. She has a hand propped in one of her knees, holding her head. One of her ears flickers when she hears him swear, a laughter that doesn’t quite seem to erupt from her droning through the place.

‘‘Mornin’, sunshine.’’

#whump #lady whump #angst #horror whump #body horror #body horror tw #my writing #my ocs #alma guerrero #friend's ocs #basil #monster oc #emotional whump #unreality tw

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miko2495 · 2 years

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A Rainy Evening

A little self indulgent fanfic.

Rose looked weary at the dark clouds outside the window of her café. She has heard from the radio that there was going to be a pretty heavy rainstorm rolling in in evening and is said to last most of the night. The mouse has already let the staff finish their shift early so they don’t get caught in the rain while she stayed behind to handle the remaining customers and tidy up. While there is a chance she’ll get caught in the rain, Rose has an umbrella with her so she won’t be completely soaked by the time she gets home. After checking to see if everything was clean and the backdoor was locked, Rose put on her cloak, hat and gloves, lock the front door when she left and start making her way home.

Rose shivered as she walked down the streets of Castleton. The upcoming storm made the streets look dark and gloomy. It didn’t help that they were almost empty save for a few animals who were also in a hurry to not get caught in the rain. The mouse stopped walking when she felt something cold and wet plopped onto her head. Looking up, she watched as more rain droplet fell from the sky. She wasn’t even far from the café and it was already started. She had a feeling it might happen but not so soon. With a small sigh, Rose took the umbrella that was hanging from her arm and opened it before continuing her journey, picking up her walking speed.

“C-Confound it!”

“Hm?”

Rose was near another café when she heard someone yell in frustration. Looking ahead, she saw a tall figure trembling under the red shade. As she got closer, Rose could make out more of their features; a mouse with light brown fur, a thin frame and green eyes. He was hugging himself and was shivering in his thick brown coat. Getting a good look, Rose’s eyes widened a little with recognition, “Basil?”

She hurried to the he detective who looked in her direction, “Ah, Snowbelle. Good evening.”

“E-Evening.” Rose replied, hesitant call this evening ‘good’, especially in Basil’s case, “Did you not bring an umbrella with you?”

Basil flinched at the question and looked away from. The café owner thought she saw his cheeks and the tip of his ears redden but couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or if he was catching a cold. She listened to Basil as he explained that in his hurry to meet up with an old friend, he forgot his umbrella at home. By the time his meeting was finished, the rain already began to fall. He has been standing here for a good while, waiting for the rain to let up but it just rained heavier. Basil also tried to get in contact with both Dawson and Mrs Hudson but no luck. Rose wondered if he could go back inside the café and wait it out but looking through saw that it was closing soon. Then a sudden idea sprung into mind.

“I could walk you home, if you like. We can share my umbrella.” Rose offered. The mouse could hear the ladies in her eldest sister’s club calling her bold for making such a suggestion but she didn’t sit right with her to just leaving him there in the cold and her umbrella was big enough to shelter them both. The only downside is that walking to Basil’s house meant passing hers and turning around once she drops him off. She’ll most likely catch a cold but Rose figured she’d be fine in a few days. Basil, on the other hand, looked conflicted.

“Are you sure?” he asked, “I would hate for anything to happen to you because of my carelessness.”

“Oh Basil, I’ll be fine.” Rose reassured with a smile. The detective looked to be in thought for a few minutes before agreeing with the idea.

“Alright,” he said and gently took from the umbrella from Rose’s hand, “But let me hold the umbrella. With my height, we’ll more likely to be covered.”

Rose nodded and gave him her umbrella and the two were on their way.

The walk was silent, save for the sound of rain beating the umbrella’s black panels. Rose was always nervous around Basil as she was afraid of saying something stupid or simple-minded. She wasn’t as smart as him or her siblings and half the time, she couldn’t keep up a long or interesting conversation because she doesn’t understand what they are saying. Rose has also stopped asking them for a simpler explanation in fear of unintentionally annoying them, just like her former teachers. Although, the walk to Basil’s house wasn’t a short one and the mouse assumed that a conversation was often used to pass the time. But what can she talk about that wouldn’t lose Basil’s interest in the first few seconds?

“Have you heard about the new café that opening soon?” she suddenly heard Basil ask.

His voice suddenly breaking the silence made her jump and she turned her head to look at him in surprise. Still, she nodded. The new café was said to be open sometime next week and was owned by talented barista. It made her curious and planned to take a look once it was open. She asked Basil why he’d asked.

“I was talking to the owner of the café I was in earlier,” the man explained, “And he said that if this new barista is as talented as the rumours are to believe, they might put smaller cafés out of business. It made me wonder if you felt the same way.”

Rose did. While she wasn’t as angry as some of the other café owners in Castleton about the new “competition”, the upsetting thought of shutting down her café has been on her mind on multiple occasions. Of course, she was most likely over thinking this and fretting over nothing but she couldn’t help but feel that way after overhearing something similar between the members of her sisters club last week. Rose jolted out of her thoughts when she felt a hand gently land on her shoulder and turned to Basil.

“It’s going to be okay, Miss Snowbelle.” he said to her, giving her a reassuring smile.

Rose felt her cheeks and ears flush while she tried to stop her heart from soaring. Why did he have to be so handsome?! Eager to distract them both, Rose quickly asked what cases has Basil worked on recently and the detective was all too happy to give her the detailed version of the event. However, she was only partly paying attention as she was also trying to convince herself not to crush on the guy because it’ll only end in heartbreak.

Fortunately, Basil’s story lasted for the rest of the trip. He sheepishly apologised for boring her with the details and his deductions but Rose told him that she actually find his stories and deductions quite interesting. It did stroke his ego a little but she meant it. After Basil got into his house and returned Rose her umbrella, the café owner was about to turn back and make her way home when Basil grabbed her hand to stop her.

“It’s still raining pretty hard. The storm will probably be here soon.” he said and gave her a little tug towards him, “Why don’t you stay for the night? You can use one of the guest rooms.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s the least I could do for walking me home.”

It took Rose a few minutes to decide to accept his offer. As he pointed out, the rain hasn’t stopped and she was getting cold, tired and a little hungry. With a smile, she let him guide her inside his house and closed the door behind her.

#oc x canon #the great mouse detective #basil of baker street #fanfic #disney magical world

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cr-amethyst · 3 years

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Destruction;

The sun was shining when the world ended. Basil remembered it clearly because Chromos had a period of rainy weather just prior to the event, so when she woke up to clear skies and a bright sun, she knew it would be a great day...or so she thought.

Honestly, looking back at it, nothing really stood out as different or strange about the day. She woke up at 6am sharp, stumbling into her small kitchenette to start the coffee machine as she prepares herself for another day of puzzle solving and car repairs. The shop opened at 8am sharp, and it was 8:05am when she stumbled her way down the old wooden stairs, hair pulled back and wearing her cleanest pair of overalls, as she greeted her boss with a grunt.

Her plan for the day had been simple: work till 6pm, head over to Daeho’s place to pout until she was fed, then head over to Gale’s to watch the sunset. It had been a perfect plan for an otherwise normal day.

....how she wished she could turn back time.

It was about mid day into her shift, and the old man had sent her on a hunt for food. Basil had made a point to grumble under her breath, but grabbed the offered cash and left with a small huff--the old man’s chuckles ringing free behind her.

..The darkness is what surprised her first. When she had woken up the sun had been shining and no clouds were un the sky--but only a short few hours later the sky was covered in a dark cloud, How odd...the forecast didn’t predict rain.

She had made it half way down the street when a giant force hit her, causing her to fly back into a parked car. The last thing she remembered was her eye sight going blurry...and then nothing.

The world was different when she woke up gasping for air and in a panic. Afterwards recognizing the pain in her ribs and arm--but it was an afterthought compared to the devastation in front of her once her head cleared enough to take in her surroundings.

Somehow she was able to stand up, body slumping against the car with the exertion, but she couldn’t...wouldn’t rest. She needed to make sure her boss was ok. The grumpy old man who took a snivelling brat into care when she had no where else to go after aging out of care. ....He had to be okay.

Every step felt like death she slowly and painfully made her back back towards the shop, getting closer and closer until the sight of the building caused her to stop. Eyes widening in horror as she took in the destruction around her, “No....This can’t be happening.” She whimpered, stumbling into the shop.

“Old Man!!!” She yelled, tripping over debris as she made her way through the rubble, searching desperately for any signs he was still alive, desperately holding onto hope, until she spotted the blood and gore.

.....She always was a bit of a naive thing.

#solo 001

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 4 years

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I'm back on my petition for more drunk Kath with - “You’re so drunk.”

She had a shit day at work - too many editors yelling at her during the day. One for the lack of empathy in an article, another for a horrible word choice (chaos, which described the current situation with the NYPD perfectly) and another for a reason Kat just didn’t understand. She needed a night out with friends and since Jack was working late, she called up her two favorite couples and headed to the bar.

“What are you drinking tonight, Kat?” Race asked sitting down across from her at the table she got while waiting for them to show up.

She smirked, folding her hands and looking at her brother. “The blue fishbowl is out so I’m not sure. What are you having?”

“Jameson and ginger ale.” Race said as Spot came back from the bar with two glasses in hand.

Setting one in front of Race, Spot grinned at the girl. “What are you going to drink, Plums?”

“What are you drinking, Conlon?” She bit back, watching them both take a sip from their drinks.

Spot sighed at the cold drink. “Rum and Coke.”

“How about you surprise me?” She grinned. “No blue fishbowl. Jack might divorce me if I have one more of those.”

Race shook his head as Spot headed to the bar. “No he just doesn’t want to deal with your drunken ass again.”

Sticking her tongue out, Kat glared at her brother. “Shut up.”

“But I will miss the nicknames you have given Spot in the past - heavenly hunk, heavenly angel, and knight in shining armour.” Race chuckled, as Kat’s face got a bit redder. “But you promise to be good tonight right?”

She shook her head. “I make no promises! It was a shit day at work. Damn editors.”

“You alright? Did they tear your articles apart?” Race was concerned as the swear word left her mouth. She wasn’t one to normally swear so he was immediately on alert as one slipped out.

Kat laughed, dryly. “Apparently I don’t have enough empathy in one of my articles, another said I used the wrong word in a story, and the other wants to tear my article apart just because he didn’t like how it sounded. I’m surrounded by a bunch of idiots who wouldn’t know a good story if it bit them in the ass. Race, why do I continue to write?”

“Because you’re a damn good writer and your stories make a difference.” Spot set a pink drink in front of her, hearing the last part of her question. “Drink up, it's called an Alright Princess.”

They both watched her take a tentative sip before brightening up. “Hey this is pretty good! Thanks Spot!”

She pulled them into a discussion about their lives and work and let her shit day float away as she sipped the Alright Princess.

Two Hours Later

Jack had texted her three times trying to figure out what bar she was at before texting Race. He replied in a few seconds with the bar and the address along with a Dino emoji. He groaned and hoped that it didn’t mean what he thought it would mean.

Walking into the bar, it took him a few seconds to find his brothers and wife with a few empty glasses on the table. Raising an eyebrow, he motioned to Kat. “What happened here?”

“She discovered a new drink called Alright Princess.” Race motioned to the girl who had her head on Spot’s shoulder with a slap happy grin on her face.

“Do you guys need anything from the bar?” Jack looked at Race, Spot, and Albert.

They all shook their heads as he went up and got a beer. Settling at the table, Jack looked at the four of them. “So what’s going on?”

“She had a rough day at the office and wanted a night out. Darcy and Bill were supposed to show but they texted Kat and told her they weren’t coming. Albie showed up an hour ago and this is the first time he’s seen drunken Kat.” Race looked at Kat with concern. “She asked why she’s continuing to write, Jack.”

Sighing, Jack shook his head before taking a sip of his drink. “She’s been asking that a lot lately. I’m not sure what’s goin’ to happen. I keep asking if she wants to quit writing but she hasn’t answered that question yet.”

Putting his drink back on the table, knocking Kat out of her thoughts. “Jack!”

“Hi Kat.” He smiled sadly. “Heard you had a rough day.”

She nodded before smiling. “Spottie got me a new drink and it’s really good. Can I have another one?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Jack shook his head as she tried to stand. “You’re so drunk.”

“But you love me.” Kat grinned, stumbling over to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders. “Guess what?”

“What?” Jack sipped his drink, waiting for her to tell him whatever was on her mind. She didn’t get drunk very often but he secretly loved that she clung to him when she did.

“We should get a puppy!” Her eyes went wide and she giggled. “A German Shepherd and name her Basil!”

Jack considered his options, and whether or not she would remember this conversation in the morning. Taking his chances, he smiled. “Basil huh? That’s actually really cute. We can get one if you want.”

She grinned brightly. “Hey Jack?”

“Yea, Kat?”

“Why are elephants so big and mice so small? Also why are mice so scared of elephants?” She whispered, looking at him for all the answers.

Finishing off his drink, Jack shrugged. “I’m not sure the answers to those questions.”

Race and Spot laughed at the innocent question coming from Kat. Jack shot them a look, begging them to help him. “Kat, the mouse is scared of the elephant because he’s so tall and big.”

“Oh ok.” Kat nodded. She bit her lip looking at her husband. “Why aren’t pterodactyls around anymore? They were the coolest dinosaurs ever.”

Race looked over at Albert who was unsuccessfully trying not to laugh out loud at Kat’s confession. “You okay?”

“Why haven’t I ever seen her this drunk before?” He asked, watching her try to get Jack to answer her question.

Race and Spot grinned at their sister-in-law. “This is only the fourth time we’ve seen her like this. She doesn’t get drunk all that often but she always resorts to talking about pterodactyls for some reason.”

“Race!” Kat tapped, the table trying to get his attention. “Why did the pterodactyls have to go away? They were such cute little Dino’s!”

Race smiled, covering her hand with his. “The climate shifted causing them all to die.”

“But Littlefoot, Race. He was just a baby.” The tears were starting to cloud her eyes, just as Jack stood.

“And with that gentlemen, we are going to take our leave.” Kat threw her arm around Jack’a shoulder.

“Take me home Romeo!” Kat slurred, trying to raise both of her eyebrows but failing miserably, causing Race, Spot, and Albert to laugh.

Race nodded. “Good luck getting her home and on the subway.”

“Thanks guys. Have a good night.”

Kat walked pretty well for someone who had too many drinks. She hummed as they made their way to the subway and smiled happily at everyone they came in contact with while making their way home. Standing at the bottom of their brownstone, she gave him a look. “Carry me?”

He chuckled at her pitiful voice before scooping her up bridal style. He walked through the house, stepping foot in their bedroom before placing her on the bed. “Can you handle getting ready for bed or do you need help?”

“Help?” Giving him puppy dog eyes, he shook his head.

Grabbing her foot, he took off her shoes before helping her with her jeans and shirt. He grabbed a pair of his soccer shorts and a t-shirt, he helped her get dressed. As he threw her clothes in the hamper, he heard a quiet snore from the bed.

Sighing, he shook his head before getting himself ready for bed. Pushing her over to her side of the bed, he got into bed, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closely to his chest. “Love you Kat Kelly even though you’re drunk.”

“Love you too handsome heathen.” Kat mumbled.

#newsies #newsies fan fiction #writing #prompt #ask #jack kelly #drunk katherine is my favorite #katherine pulitzer #alcohol

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