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Memory Entry - 2/3
Before Hero's Visit
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"I don't know why they won't talk to us anymore, Hero. It's as if there's a wall they put to keep us out!"
"Sunny won't come out from his house, and Basil– well, Basil doesn't seem to want to talk to us either! He's always busy doing errands, and when he's not, he locks himself up along with Sunny!"
"I barely see Sunny's mom, like, we don't see her car parked at the house's garage as much anymore. And when we do see her, she's always in a hurry or deliberately avoids us!"
"Actually, recently we've noticed a different car parked at their house once… no one knows who it belongs to though– but I do see it sometimes parked at Basil's house as well."
"Hero, what do we do? I can't go up to them, especially Basil– Aubrey keeps stopping me from talking to him and I don't know why, she won't tell me!"
The mentioned boy sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair.
"How about this– before I tell anyone I arrive, I'll go check up on them first thing, ok? I'll knock on Sunny's door, and if he answers, I can see what I can do to coax him out of hiding. If he doesn't, then we can always make an attempt at reaching Sunny's mom through a phone call."
"Really? You'd do that?"
"Of course Kel– ever since you started telling me about the situation regarding them I've been getting worried myself."
"Great! When you're done with that you can meet me at the park– ah, but– Aubrey's gang might be there too– you ok with that?"
Hero chuckled. "Of course. It's Aubrey after all! I'm sure her new friends aren't that bad!"
The phone went quiet.
"Uhh, if you think J-walking isn't 'that bad' then I dunno what to tell ya bro."
"I'm sure you're just exaggerating Kel– when I was in Faraway, every little kid your age were such angels!"
"Umm, yeah ok sure. Just don't say I didn't warn ya!" Kel tsked playfully. "You gotta keep up with the times, Hero, you sound like an old man! Booo!"
"Yes yes, I hear you," Hero laughed. "I'll talk to you later then- I just need to do some laundry before tomorrow, otherwise I might end up showing with already worn clothes."
"What's wrong with already used? It's not like you dumped a whole bucket of spaghetti on it– I'm still wearing the same jacket five days in a row!"
"That's… huh." Hero shook his head. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then. Good night Kel."
"G'night bro! See ya soon!"
Hero sighed as soon as the phone hung up. Placing it back on the table, he anxiously clutched at his head with both hands, destroying the last bit of neatness it had had. Looking up, he saw the picture of his friends– the younger ones up front entrapping Sunny in a hug as Hero himself stood with the now deceased Mari, holding his hand in her own behind them.
…….
"What should I do, Mari?" Hero quietly muttered, his eyes seeming to droop sadly like a wilted rose. "What can I do to make things right?"
It had been 4 years since her death.
Frankly, it had changed everything– himself included.
Dealing with such strong emotions, Hero realized too late that he had let them take a toll on him once he snapped himself back into reality, his little brother quietly trying to hold back tears after he had yelled at him. Hero had not meant to hurt him. Never in a million years would he ever try to hurt him.
Hero thought back then to himself.
Mari wouldn't want him to be like this.
Mari would want him to help others.
Because that's what big brothers do.
Pursuing the career of a doctor was an option available to him– and he took it. In order to make up for not being there to save her, he'll save those around him in her honor. That's what Mari would've wanted of him….
Right?
Hero muttered to himself.
"Even so…. how can I think that way when I did the exact opposite toward her little brother and his best friend…"
In his need to find something to distract himself with– to separate himself from the reality of it all with school work– he forgot all about Sunny. The little brother Mari adored so much…
He had left him alone to fend for himself.
And he had left Basil alone while he was at it– Hero knew it, knew that Basil out of the two had more problems since way before he had officially joined their little group– and Hero still ignored it, for his own selfishness.
He let out a shaky breath.
No.
No, he'd fix this.
He'll get the group together again, and he'll do it right.
No matter what, he'll persevere through it all.
No matter what happens, they'll stick together.
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Tock tock…
"Hello?"
Tock tock tock…
"Sunny? Are you home?"
………
"It's me, Hero! Lately I've been getting calls from Kel… he's worried about you and Basil..!"
Hero had driven anxiously on the empty roads at night, hoping to be able to arrive early before his parents realized he was there.
He had slept for a little while, before getting up at 3 AM in the morning due to his nerves. The older boy had tried to make himself at least look a little presentable– though the only thing that had changed with his appearance was the grayish coat his mother had gotten him once upon a Christmas and a different pair of jeans and shoes.
It probably won't matter in the end. Hero thought to himself.
Sunny might not even open the door…
The gloominess in his head easily drowned out any optimism, feeling the miserable tension surrounding him.
"Oh Hero, don't be like that! You gotta stay positive, even during tough times! I won't always be there to cheer you up, y'know? Hahaha!"
A small smile quirked his lips.
And yet your words still cheer me up, even when you are long gone.
He stared at the door in front of him for what felt like a long time, contemplating on whether or not he should continue to knock or give up.
It wouldn't hurt to try once more…
He softly knocked on it this time, in contrast to the loud knocking he had done before.
Tock tock….
"... Hey… Sunny…" Hero took a deep breath. "... If you're listening… I just– I want to say that–"
The doorknob rattled.
Hero's mouth formed an "o" shape as he glanced down at it.
That was… a little too quick…
The door creaked slowly; the little view of the inside of the house he caught a glimpse of seemed lived in, the hint of there being warmth hidden away in the darkness sparking a curiosity in him.
What he had not expected was to be met face to face with two pairs of ice cold eyes staring straight at him, while another pair peeked from behind.
"O-oh– Sunny! And B–" was all he managed to stutter out before the familiar blond spoke.
"What do you want."
Hero gulped.
No matter what…
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Only Me and You
Continuation of The Summer it Came True
Previous chapter
Chapter 3
Pairing: Bangchan × black female reader named Kel
Word Count: 1605
More under the cut!
You don't know if it was because you spent the night in Chan's arms, but this was the best sleep you had in the longest time.
You opened your eyes to find yourself still on the couch with a blanket on top of you, but no sign of chan.
You got up and began to walk around the house in search of him, but after not seeing him after looking in three rooms, you decided to just call out his name.
"Chan?" You called out, but no one answered.
You opened your phone ready to call him but as you were about to you saw that you received a text from him about an hour ago.
Mines 🤎
Good morning, honey
You looked so peaceful sleeping. I didn't want to wake you up
I left for the gym, but I'll be back in two hours
I got a pot of coffee ready for you
Call me if you need anything
Love you
You wanted to be mad that he didn't take you to the gym with him, but you couldn't even. He was so sweet and caring that you wanted to pull out your hair.
You brushed your teeth, tidied up from everything you guys did the night before and started breakfast. It didn't take long before Chan came walking into the house.
He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a compression shirt, plus his curls were out. Was he trying to kill you? He definitely was.
"I would give you a good morning hug and kiss right now, but I'm all sweaty. I'll go take a shower, change and when I come back I'll do just that." He said after he came in and saw you in the kitchen.
"Mhm, good idea." Truth was you didn't mind if he hugged you while he was drenched in sweat, but you couldn't bear seeing him in that outfit anymore.
He left you and went upstairs to do just what he said, and you went back to making breakfast. You prayed to God that he never wore that sort of thing around you ever again.
You wondered if he just didn't know the effect he had on you sometimes or if he did, and he secretly enjoyed watching you struggle.
You were about to flip the legs in the pan when chan snuck behind you, embraced you in a hug from the back, and placed a kiss on your cheek.
"Good morning." He said in your ear. The eggs were still faced up in the pan, but your stomach did the flipping instead.
"Good morning." You expected him to loosen his grip on you after that, but he didn't. You didn't say anything after flipping the eggs and turning off the burner.
"Chan, it's kind of hard to do anything with you clinging to me like a sloth."
"I'm not leaving until I get a kiss back." You knew he meant what he said, so you turned to face him while his hands were still round your waist and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Here you go. Are you happy now?" You asked him after the little kiss you gave him. He was still holding onto you, and before you could say anything else, he stole another kiss from your lips. You didn't know what to say.
"Elated." He said through a smile, finally releasing you from his grip and walking away to open one of the kitchen cabinets searching for God knows what.
"Do you want eggs?" You asked him
"Yeah, sure." You got out two plates for you both and placed food on the two.
You both sat down to eat and began to talk.
"Don't leave me the next time you go to the gym. I want to work out too." You could really use a workout if you were being honest. His head snapped up faster than lightning when you made that statement.
"Anything you want. If you can handle it, that is. I run every morning before I eventually hit the gym just so you know." Was he serious?
"I think I can handle a bit of running, sir." You said with a tinge of annoyance in your tone
"Okay, okay. Be up tomorrow at 7."
"Wait, I just realised I don't have any gym clothes. Can we go buy them later in the afternoon? I would go myself, but I don't know my way around here, and I don't speak Korean."
"I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when you're ready." He finished his food, washed the dishes while you were still eating, and went upstairs to take a nap.
After you were done eating, you went to shower and stayed in your room watching a few shows before you decided you were ready to go shopping.
You entered Chan's room without knocking and found him sleeping. He looked so gone, but you couldn't help but take a few pictures. When you had snapped to your hearts content, you tapped him and told him you were ready
He handed you the keys for his car and told you to get it ready while he put on some shoes. You didn't wait for long before he came downstairs and got into the drivers seat.
"I'm paying." You said halfway through the journey.
"I'm saying it now so we won't have to argue about it in the store." You looked for a reply from chan after you said that, but he only shook his head like he was tired of your antics and continued driving.
As you were walking through the mall, chan opted to hold your hand so "you wouldn't get lost" like you were a child or something, but you weren't complaining.
You finally got to a sports gear store and selected four different colours of the same set that you liked while Chan looked around to see if there was anything he liked.
You came out with what you had chosen, and you both made your way to the pay point. As you were about to bring out your card to pay, Chan handed his to the cashier instead.
That little parasite was never going to listen to you, was he? You told the cashier not to swipe his card but to take yours instead, but he countered and insisted that she use his.
The poor lady was confused about what to do because she just stood there looking at you both.
"You know what? Go ahead and pay. I'll be right back." You left the pay point and went deep into the store.
Chan burst out laughing when you came back, and he saw what you had in your hands. You had somehow managed to find compression shirts in the exact same colours of your sets.
"Now we're even." You passed the cashier your card, and chan didn't argue this time. He let you pay for it, and you guys left the store.
"That lady is probably hoping we never walk into the store again." You said as you guys came out of the store.
"And hopefully we won't." Chan replied and put your hands back in his.
"Can we get food? I'm hungry. You're paying." You decided you were going to let him spoil you if that was what he wanted so much.
"Okay, what do you want?" He sounded more than happy to pay.
"I'm in the mood for a burger and fries, actually." The day felt like a junk food day.
Chan took you to a place that supposedly "had the best burgers around," but you decided you'd be the judge of that.
You got a chicken and beef burger with a side of fries and chicken nuggets plus a soda. Chan got the same thing but got a dairy queen ice cream, too. He asked you if you wanted one, but you said you were okay and you guys left for home.
You ate in the car while chan was driving and you were pretty full after everything you ate. Chan was stuck driving, so his food was left untouched. The burgers were really good, but you refused to admit it to him.
You fed him some of your food, though. You weren't that mean.
When you got home, chan could finally eat. As the nice girlfriend you were, you positioned his ice cream flurry or whatever it was in front of the AC the whole time so it wouldn't melt.
You dropped the things you guys got for each other in your rooms, and you went back to stay with him in his room. He was already halfway through one burger when you got there.
"Wow, you must have been really hungry." You said getting onto the bed next to him. You put on a show on the TV not to watch but because you felt the room was too quiet and you needed some background noise.
While he ate, you stole bites out of his food, and he looked like he was done with you. He even let you get away with half of his ice cream, and you ate it happily. You stayed in the room joking around with you till he reminded you that you had to wake up early the next day.
"Go to your room, kel. You have to go to bed." He said.
"But I wanna stay with you." You said, turning to your side and wrapping your arms around him.
"Okay, okay, you can stay just sleep." Like he was going to say no and send you away anyways.
So much for not sharing a room.
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I'm not very familiar with requesting but Sunny x reader where Sunny meets reader from the city after he moves, maybe from school or whatnot (you can decide the backstory) And the two become friends and then a bit more?? Reader is very cheerful and warm, but kinda reserved and a bit shy with affection, but does enjoy giving affection!
(OMORI) SUNNY meeting Y/N Post-Game
Small featuring KEL, AUBREY, BASIL, HERO, and MARI!
Type: Pure Fluff
Warning: Self doubt, mentions of omori spoilers
Proofread: no.. <:3
Note: This is so cute, I need a little bit of sunny being happy !! <:)
So, after finally moving out from FARAWAY TOWN with his MOM, SUNNY was pretty curious on how his new home would be.
So when he arrived, he was staring with a wide eye, the other being covered by an eye patch.
While him and his MOM were moving in their new house, you happen to be their neighbor, funny right?
SUNNY just stares at your yard, wondering if he should go over and say hello!
But he decided to just get settled in and ready for school tomorrow before trying to socialize.
So when it is time for school, he’ll need some help getting to his classes, and you happen to be near him
You noticed how confused he was, even if his face barely showed it.
You recognized him as your neighbor, so you walked over to him with a smile and asked if he needed some help.
"Hello, I noticed you seemed a bit confused! Since you’re new, do you need help with anything?"
SUNNY stared at you with a stoic expression before nodding and giving you his schedule without even saying a word.
You were taken aback but brushed it off to look at his schedule.
"..Okay! Let’s see.. I know where these classes are! You’re in.. 2 of my classes so that’s even better! Let me walk you around before classes start."
SUNNY once again nodded before following you around like an NPC.
After you showed him the last class, that’s when a conversation started.
"So here is your last class, hope I was helpful."
"…Yes, you were. Thank you."
Oh wow, he actually talked to you!
His voice was so quiet yet gentle.
"If you need anything, just come to me anytime, alright? I know you’re my next door neighbor so don’t be afraid."
"Okay, thank you…"
"Oh uh— my names (Y/N), and you..?"
"…SUNNY, thanks again, (Y/N)."
And that’s how you two hit it off! During those 2 classes he had with you, you hoped he sat next to you or at least near.
You were basically SUNNY’s only friend in this place for about.. 2 weeks.
He would slowly open up, as you would do the same as well!
He would quietly talk about his friends from his old town, and you would talk about things with him that you’re comfortable with
If you didn’t want to say anything cause you’re not ready, then SUNNY doesn’t mind one bit. He’s very patient no matter what.
..Just don’t ask why he has an eye patch, if you ask, just understand why he won’t answer and look uncomfortable.
He would NOT mention anything that’s happened in the game (DREAMWORLD, the incident, BASIL fight, SOMETHING, ETC) only mentioning that he had an older sister, that’s it.
SUNNY admires your reserve, yet cheerful personality and how you won’t try to pry in his personal business.
SUNNY’s MOM ADORES you! She finds you a sweet person and feels happy that SUNNY had managed to find someone like you in this new town.
After a few months, SUNNY starting feeling some romantic feelings for you, hooray!
He just admires you, for just being you!!!
SUNNY would act like a little kid and become your secret admirer.
If you love receiving love notes then SUNNY would write them 10x as much.
"..Oh! I got another love note, how sweet! I wonder who it is, don’t you SUNNY?"
SUNNY simply nodded.. even though he’s responsible for them.
But if you don’t enjoy the love notes, then SUNNY would immediately stop.
"..Oh, another love note.. I don’t wanna be rude but, these make me uncomfortable, right SUNNY?"
SUNNY simply nodded.. but he feels really bad now, even if his stoic face doesn’t show it.
When SUNNY finally confesses (with advice from his old friends every time he visits them), it’ll be a year of your friendship.
He hopes any romantic sign you were giving to him was true.
SUNNY is legit the type of person to just confessed then walk away immediately, without giving the person time to do anything.
"…I like you a lot."
"Huh?? W-Wait SUNNY—"
Too late, he’s gone in a flash.
You have to find him and tell him you reciprocate his feelings.
"About earlier.. SUNNY, I like you a lot too!"
SUNNY stares at you with a widened eye, his face flushed before nudging his hand to yours, as if he was trying to hold you hand. He slightly smiles at your words, happy his friendship wasn’t ruined.
In my personal opinion, I think SUNNY’s love language is QUALITY TIME (receiving/giving), WORDS of AFFIRMATION (receiving), and secretly PHYSICAL AFFECTION (receiving/secretly giving).
At first, he’s SO AWKWARD about physical affection and words of affirmation because..
It’s SUNNY, he’s so shy and awkward but we still love him
But to be fair you’re so shy when it comes to physical affection.
You felt a gentle nudge on your hand, your eyes/eyebrows perking up before turning to see what’s caused the nudge.
It was SUNNY’s very own hand.
He looks away with a red face yet a blank expression.
You face turns slightly red on what he’s trying to do,
He just wants to hold your hand bro,,,,
You smile before holding his hand with yours, an action that causes him to look at your hands intertwined before looking at you with the same blank expression, this time his eyes were widened.
"You can just ask if you want to hold hands, SUNNY. You don’t have to force yourself."
"..I wanted to."
You have basically won at life, you have a shy and quiet boyfriend who REALLY cares about you and your interests and will literally listen to you talk about the same thing for hours.
But sometimes, he doubts himself and definitely thinks you can do better than him.
Just—
Justvremind that you love him and will never replace him
PLEASE
Even if he doesn’t show signs of self doubting, he just needs reassurance
During the relationship, he might try to be a little bolder by giving you surprise back hugs.
Which would in fact, shock you a lot and be a bit flustered, which SUNNY finds kinda cute.
Oh my god, if you guys ever kiss, SUNNY will DIE.
Lips or not, he will overheat, STILL having that goddamn stoic expression.
Poor guy cannot handle it
He just, he just loves you ok
Whenever he visits FARAWAY TOWN, he talks about you to his friends 24/7/365
Like they’re kinda shocked that he has talked so much, especially someone they haven’t met!
If, by any chance, they visit SUNNY instead
SUNNY will ask beforehand if he can introduce you to his friends
And you don’t mind! Once he does, they already love you!
KEL likes your cheerful personality, and teaches you a bit about basketball!
AUBREY thinks your cool, your type of fashion is cool, she just thinks you’re cool. She congratulates you that you’re dating a mentally ill kid SUNNY!
BASIL would sneak some photos of you two like he use to do! SUNNY warns you beforehand don’t worry. BASIL wishes you good luck on your relationship.
If by any chance, HERO can visit as well, he gives you a pat on the back and asks to take care of SUNNY, since he’s been through a lot.
If you ever visit FARAWAY TOWN with SUNNY, be sure to visit his sisters grave.
He’ll appreciate it a lot. <:)
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Hi hi !! May I request Aubrey with a reader who's her little sibling? (Platonic, obviously :D )
Before Mari's death, Reader was always the one to stay by Aubrey's side waayy before she met Basil, and always listens to Aubrey whenever she's sad, because of this, Aubrey protects Reader from anything. Arguements, fights, she'll do anything that makes Reader safe and happy. Even when they both met the group (and no, this isn't a main cast request) their dynamic didn't change a lot ! They still stayed the same :)
Obviously, after Mari's death, when things became nothing but a mess, Reader decides to pay back all the things Aubrey has done to them by taking care of Aubrey now.. how would Aubrey feel about her sib in the past and now?
I'm really sorry for the wall of text ;; sorry if this is too specific....;
AUBREY WITH A LITTLE SIBLING (PLATONIC)
I DONT MIND THE WALL OF TEXT THIS IS SUPER SWEET OMG </3333 hope u enjoy!!
AUBREY
for as long as you can remember, AUBREY has always been there for you. she’s your big sister after all, she’s supposed to be taking care of you
but just because she is suppose to, doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to! she holds you very dear into her heart despite your home life situation
before the whole incident, while your home life wasn’t as bad as it is now, it was still a bit sad because you guys were still somewhat poor
she’d always make you food, makes sure you brush your teeth every now and then, and tries her best to make sure you aren’t hurt
since you were always there for you, you two have a close bond while AUBREY is super protective of you.
so when she meet her friend group for the first time, she wanted you to join them as well. so she introduced you and BASIL to the group, and everyone accepted you in!
AUBREY would always protect you from KEL while you try to stop her from arguing with him all the time, almost succeeding multiple times
now that MARI is gone forever from "suicide", the group has split. SUNNY is a shut-in and never goes outside anymore, BASIL avoids everyone out of fear and sometimes stays indoors as well, KEL looks like he moved on too fast and made new friends, and HERO moved away for college. thankfully you and AUBREY stayed close no matter what, even if your father left you and mother is neglectful
seeing AUBREY change into a totally different person with a new tough exterior, you almost never recognized her. but you wanted to stay with her because she’s been with you for so long and has taken care of you as a big sister should
as a thank you for everything, you would join the HOOLIGANS with her, made sure she needed anything like food or water, patch up any injuries she received from fights, or even attend church with her. her reaction to it was immediately decline anything you do, because she feels like she should do it for you instead
"seriously, [READER], it’s fine. i should be getting you some food, how about you eat it instead?" AUBREY said as she decline your offer to take the slice of pizza from GINO’s PIZZA which you bought for her only.
you were a bit stubborn and wanted to take care of her for a change, as the two of you went through a lot together and stayed close as a result. "no, come on AUBREY, i haven’t see you eat all day and i already had a slice of pizza earlier! it’s the least i can do for you, so take it!"
staring at you for a couple of seconds with a conflicted look, AUBREY sighed in defeat and closed her eyes, taking the pizza slice from her hand and takes a bite. "hmf, since when have you become the big sister?" AUBREY commented with her mouth a bit full.
the two of you shared a tiny giggle from the comment and sat down on the sidewalk, your feet resting on the streets. it was nice, with the two of you just laughing and bonding. sure it was fun hanging out with AUBREY’s new friends, but it was really nice for you two to bond as siblings, especially since what happened four years ago.
AUBREY then puts the palm of her hand on the top of your head, before messing up your hair. She smirked and grinned a bit before speaking up, her voice more softer, but still retaining the toughness.
"you’re the best little sibling ever, you know that?"
#aubreysheadspace!~#aubreys writing!~#mallory!~#omori x reader#omori#omori aubrey x reader#omori aubrey
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Ask: Random but omori main cast (sunny, basil, Kel, aubrey) x immortal reader platonic
Timeline before Mari's death
(I think this was basically the ask but I can't find it because Tumblr is being difficult so let me know if there was something that I missed also just for safe measures I'll do bonus characters Mari and hero)
Characters - sunny, basil, Kel , hero , Aubrey and mari
Game - omori
Type - platonic fluff hcs
A/n -im so sorry that I couldn't find the ask but if I missed a character or anything notify me please also I did hcs because I didn't know if you specified hcs or oneshots or something
Also I'm imaging that reader looks or is 16 and has almost died/died so many times
Aubrey
At first she wouldn't know because when you told her she thought you were joking since she's 8-12
But when you almost died saving a puppy she started believing
" wait you weren't kidding SO COOL"
You're her role model now
She would tell mari about you
And mari would be like "I can't wait to meet this person"
If you're lgbtq she wouldn't care she loves you as a older sister/brother/sibling no matter what
Even though you're immortal you'll probably have nightmares about traumatic stuff that happened to you
But often after awaking up when you try to go to bed
You'll feel aubrey (if she's having a sleepover with you) hugging you and usually you go to sleep fine when she does
Aubrey will try to convince you
If you say yes she will take you to their next meeting
So at some point you'll be meeting two shy boys, one energetic kel, one calm mari, one brotherly hero
And you might be surprised at how much they know about you from aubrey
Basil
Probably very nervous as he is very shy
Takes photos of you
Very interested by your immortality
Obviously believes you because your his friend
Doesn't tell anyone your secret
But he does tell people about you
" oh i have a good friend they're/she is/he is really cool"
When he talks about you his eyes shine
If you have nightmares
He would give you ways to get rid of them
When introducing you to the friend group he takes it slowly
First he would introduce you to sunny and accidentally his sister mari
Then hero and again accidentally kel because that kid is annoyingly nosey
Then aubrey
Basil would love it if you were lgbtq
Hero
You probably take a lot of time deciding weather to tell him or not because he isn't 12 with an imagination
So he probably finds out when you died and one second later come back
And he is confused by how that's possible
But you guys will still stay friends
He probably first introduces you to hes girlfriend mari
"Mari meet my friend!"
Really happy you two get along
Kel would know about you because he is very nosey
Then kel would tell everyone else
Hero would be supportive if you're lgbtq
If you have nightmares he would suggest ways to not have them like basil
Kel
Now he would believe you 100% when you say you're immortal
"THATS SO COOL"
Can't keep his mouth so everyone in his friend group knows about you
Cannot keep your powers a secret
But also doesn't tell anyone outside his friend group
Accepts you if you're lgbtq
If you have nightmares he would ask hero for help
So he would get ways for you not to have them and give you tea
Probably gives you some food too
And if the Nightmares every get too bad he would build a pillow fort and spend the night with you
Mari
Would probably adopt you even if you're her age
With in the first second of being friends you're already meeting the friend group
You probably don't tell her and she sees it happen with her eyes
"Y/N!"
She was scared until you got up and brushed it off like it was a normal Monday thing
Surprised she's like o_o
Accepts you if you're lgbtq (i feel like she's pan or bi)
When she is sitting at the picnic alone come and sit by her
She appreciates it
If you have a nightmare she will either sing you to sleep or play the piano until you sleep
Sunny
He is very shy so he will take a while to get comfortable
You probably won't tell him straight away because it he obviously not comfortable yet
But if you almost die infront of him he will be like 0-0
He thinks your powers are super cool
Tells mari everything
Mari is so proud her brother made a friend
And on his own
He accepts you if you're lgbtq
If you have nightmares and he is very comfortable around you he would either play with your hair
Or he would talk about his interests until you sleep
Overall he sees you like a big sister
A/n - oml this took me 2 hours to make it was worth it tho again so sorry I lost the ask T_T
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Mic Drop | Pinky Promise | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Kazansky!Reader
(18+, minors dni)
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A/N: Heavily unedited. I only reread once, but I wanted to get it out for you all :) I've been neglecting my writing for the holidays, so hope you all understand! I don't suuuuuper love this part, but it it gets me where I wanted to go. I might do a little Rooster and Pinky holiday blurby/one shot type thing, but we'll see! lemme know what you want!
x MJ
EDIT: omg i forgot to say a biiiiig warning/sorry for making Goose a bad husband in this, lmao. they can't all be the good guy!!!!!
As soon as Bradley sees you on his doorstep, he knows that you know.
The news spread around base quickly that Kelly “Red” Ellis is planning on staying in North Island semi-permanently, effectively ruining the plans Bradley has for his life–starting with you. He should’ve told you years ago. He knows that, but nothing could prepare him for the look on your face when he opened the door thirty seconds ago.
He steps back into his house without saying a word, letting you move past him quickly. He deserves everything he’s about to get, and he braces himself for it, but as soon as he shuts the door, you begin to sob uncontrollably, falling to the cold hardwood floor as you do.
*One Year Later*
Kelly has been acting strange around you and your family for weeks. She’s not avoiding you necessarily, but it’s been hard to get her alone to talk to her, and it’s something you’ve been desperately trying to do.
You want to come clean to her about everything–your whirlwind secret romance with Rooster that has lasted for years without anyone finding out, the pain you felt when she told you what he did, and the acceptance and forgiveness you have given both of them.
What Kelly failed to mention to you at the time, was that her and Rooster had been broken up for months at the revelation of her pregnancy, and she admitted to him that he might not even be the father. She wasn’t going to keep the baby regardless, and he regrets the way he handled it, but the outcome would have been the same no matter what.
For the past year, you’ve been trying to find a way to tell her without causing World War III. You don’t want to discount her feelings or experience in any way, but you also want her to know that your relationship with him is completely separate to that, and you want everyone to be able to live in peace with that.
Now, at the party celebrating her promotion, seems like the perfect opportunity to do that.
“Kel, can we talk?” You ask, approaching her while she’s alone at the bar, reaching for the drink that was just placed in front of her. She plasters a fake smile on her face and cocks her head to the side before replying.
“Sorry, kiddo. I’m actually about to give a toast.” She gives a tight lipped smile, scrunching her face up awkwardly with fake enthusiasm as she brushes past you, knocking your shoulder as she makes her way to the front of the room, grabbing the microphone that is being held out for her.
You search the room for Bradley. He’s talking to your father, and Pete, naturally, and you give him a shrug as your eyes meet and you nod your head towards the front of the room where Red is standing.
You can always try again later, but the sooner the better because you’re planning on telling your entire family about your relationship at your birthday dinner tomorrow night. You asked your mother if you could add Bradley to the guest list, and she said yes, but you could tell she was interested to know why you suddenly want to spend your birthday with your closest friends and family–and him.
“Thank you all for coming tonight.” Kelly says, getting everyone’s attention as she begins to speak. “I’d like to thank the Kazansky’s for throwing this party, and my family for making the trip out.” She smiles, as she looks in the direction of your parents–and Bradley.
“It’s actually been really great to come back home and work alongside old friends–I’m talking to you Bradley Bradshaw.” She says, pointing at him and causing everyone in the room to turn and look at him as well. His cheeks turn bright red, and you’re unsure what she’s doing. To your knowledge, they don’t speak on base, even when they have to work together.
“And having Pinky Kazansky on base has been really great, too. She’s always been like a sister to me, and I know Rooster loves having her as a student, too.” She says with a wink, causing the large group begin to talk amongst themselves, looking around for you now, as well as Bradley, who has a terrified look on his face.
With all the commotion, Kelly smiles happily to herself before saying one last thing that no one is listening to before hopping off of the stage and walking to the back to observe.
You fight your way through the crowds of people to your parents and Bradley, and when you get there, you know you’re in deep shit.
“My office, now. You two have a lot of explaining to do.”
“It’s not like that, dad! I love him!” You’ve been in a screaming match with your father for the past half hour, doing everything in your power to convince him that Bradley isn’t a bad guy–that he’s not who Kelly says he is.
“You don’t know a goddamn thing about love, Pinky!” He shouts back, infuriating you even more. Bradley has opted for the silent approach, keeping his hands and opinions to himself for the time being, until he feels necessary to defend himself. Tom seems to only be concerned with you at the moment.
“He’s a boy–not a man, and if I had to guess, he’s just like his father. You don’t want or need that right now, Pinky.” Bradley’s chest constricts at the mention of his dad. He’s spent his whole life conflicted about his feelings towards his late father. He chose the Navy because of him, and has been determined to be a pilot since he was a small child. On the other hand, he doesn’t want to be the husband that Goose was.
Sure, he loved his mom, but he wasn’t faithful in the slightest–sleeping with women while he was away, and not making any effort to keep it a secret. His mom spent most of his early childhood mourning her marriage. She never even got a chance to hand him the divorce papers before he died.
“Bradley, can you give me and my daughter a moment?” Ice asks in an eerily calm voice. Bradley nods, careful not to let the tears that are threatening to spill from his eyes fall down his cheeks in little droplets. He reminds himself that he loves you, and that he will do whatever it takes to make this right with your family.
“Yes sir.” He responds swiftly, reaching over to place his hand on yours before pulling away and leaving the room.
You sit on the plane, looking out the window at the beautiful San Diego sky for the last time. You know you’ll see it again one day, maybe, if you’re lucky. For now, you’re being exiled from your home, forced to spend the next few years “experiencing life” in other places.
“There will be others, sweetie. He’s your first love, not your last.” Your mother had said to you as she helped you pack your bags after the talk with your father. Bradley was gone. A brief text was sent to him, from your mother, and you know exactly what it said.
She’s leaving tonight. Please don’t contact her.
You stare at your messages with him–at the last few words you texted to each other. They’re nothing special, mostly just about meeting at the party and the general plan for tonight. You scroll up until you find your messages from last night–the last time you told him you loved him before all of this.
More than anything, you want him to text you and ask where you’re going. You want him to come after you, even if it’s just for a day or two. You want him to tell you that everything will be okay and that the two of you can make it work–anything.
That doesn’t happen, though. Your flight takes off and lands and you start over in a new city–just like your parents wanted you to.
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Innocent Pt. 16
I wake up to the sound of Rafe's shower. I roll over and a soreness between my thighs sets in. I glance at my phone to see that it's about 5am. I carefully sit up and spot his clothes on the floor. Right on top is his North Face and not only is it wet but there's blood on it. I jump to my feet and grab it, like holding it will make the blood go away. I suddenly find myself hoping it's not his. The bathroom door opens and Rafe emerges in just a towel. He looks exhausted but his eyes are still hard as I clutch his jacket.
"It's mine." He says, breaking the silence. I wait for him to fill in the blanks but he doesn't. Rafe goes over to the dresser and pulls on a pair of boxer briefs then rakes his dark hair out of his eyes. I go into the bathroom and run cold water in the sink then wash away the blood. I look up to see him watching me from the door way, his arms crossed.
"I'll miss you when I'm in jail." His voice is gruff, defeated. That tells me that he didn't succeed in killing his sister.
"What happened?" I ask softly and his face hardens again.
"My sister has a lot of boyfriends obsessed with her apparently. Topper showed up." Rafe growls, the muscles in his arms bulging.
"Now what?" I mumble and our eyes meet in the mirror.
"I'm sure they'll be coming for me soon." Rafe steps up behind me and brushes the hair off my neck, his hand staying around my neck. Chills erupt all over my skin at the power this man holds over me.
"My mom says they're pulling the life support on my father. That I should come say my goodbyes." His breath is hot on my neck and I close my eyes, savoring the feel of him.
"Do you regret it?" He asks, kissing my shoulder and I sigh in pure bliss.
"No. I just don't want to leave you while this is happening." I murmur and his hand tightens on my neck.
"And if I tell you to?" His voice is lower, almost seductive.
"You'll have to kill me Rafe Cameron." I raise my chin as our eyes lock in the mirror and a daring smile forms on his lips.
"It would be easy, yaknow? To kill you. I could snap your neck like a tooth pick." His hand slides to the front of my throat and squeezes. My eyes flutter shut and his free hand slips up his shirt I'm wearing to knead my breast.
"I don't want to live in a life where there's no you." I breathe and he stills, his hand on my throat tightening a little.
"Do you love me, little one?" There's humor in his voice.
"I wish I didn't."
"I wish you didn't either." His hands fall from my body and I feel the weight of their absence. I want to cry. When did this happen?
"I'll see you when you get back." Rafe says, leaving me alone to my thoughts. I quickly jump in the shower and let the hot water rain down on me. Maybe I'll find some dignity while I'm in here. The first person I've ever admitted feelings for, doesn't feel the same way. And he's a murderer, to top it all off.
After getting dressed and braiding my hair, I don't find Rafe anywhere. I'm almost grateful I don't have to say goodbye.
I jog down the stairs just as Kelc is on his way up. I try to advert my eyes but he doesn't hide his disgusted scowl.
"Later, Slut." Kelc announces as we pass each other. I stop in my tracks, turning to face him. I'm so tired of being afraid. I'm tired of being the shy, timid girl that powerful men prey on.
"Yaknow, I think you're jealous, Kel." I smile up at him as he turns to face me on the steps. I resist the urge to flinch as he comes to a stop on the step above me.
"Why would I be jealous? It's not unusual for Rafe and I to share. I could have a piece of you if I wanted." Kelc snarls, looking me up and down. Like I'm beneath him.
"Not jealous of Rafe. I mean, jealous of me. It's clear you want Rafe to yourself. Still want to share?" I smirk and Kelc shoves me. I yelp and stumble down the last three steps, landing on my ass. Kelc jumps down the steps and snatches me up by my shirt. I claw at his hand and his neck but he slams me down on the pool table. His body pins me beneath him while his hand squeezes my throat. I gasp for air but nothing happens.
"If you know what's good for you, you won't come back." Kelc snarls, his hold on my throat loosens just a hair and I suck in air.
"And if Rafe calls me?" I choke and his grip tightens again.
"End it. He can have anyone he wants. You're just a waste of time and space. Cut him off. I'm sure there are plenty of Pogues you can spread your legs for." I claw at his hands and he spits in my face, releasing me before going back upstairs. I wipe my face as I fight to catch my breath, rubbing the sore spot on my throat. I push down angry tears and rush out to my car.
My moms text lets me know that they moved my father to a closer hospital since we're ending treatment. Two hours later, I stand in the hospital room like a stranger as they unplug my father from machines. I don't even want to look at him. I want to be with Rafe. I don't care what him or anyone else says. I feel more for Rafe than I do for the two people in this room.
My mother wails as my dad takes his last breath and I embrace her. I don't know what I'm supposed to do or feel so I sniffle and wipe fake tears as minutes go back.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do now." My mother cries as she pushes away from me and collapses into a nearby chair.
"What do you mean?" I ask softly, sitting in the opposite chair.
"I'm not going to be able to afford these medical bills. I'll have to sell everything. The bank will take the store. We don't have life insurance." She wipes her face and shakes her head.
"What are we going to do?" I find myself asking. I'd never thought about what would happen after he died. Just that I would be free.
"We? Please, I know you hate your father. You're glad he's dead. No, I will figure this out myself." I swallow the lump in my throat. All the beatings I took so he would leave her alone and she's casting me to the side too. Like I'm nothing. I stand and make my way to the door without bothering to look back.
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The things we leave behind: PERSISTENCE
In the last act of my postgame Headspace AU, Sunny and Omori finally, *actually* talk.
You can start from Chapter 1 (of 6) here: ao3.org/works/45213322/chapters/113743957
Then nothing happens for two weeks.
...Well. That’s technically not true. Now that Sunny lives in the real world, things are always happening. Kel’s intramural basketball team wins a grudge match against the YMCA that Kel’s decided is their nemesis. Aubrey bums a cigarette off some girl in an alley and then drops off the grid for eight days before resurfacing to report, with clear regret, that “Helen still has a lot of growing up to do.”
Sunny squints at her. “You’re like... 20.”
“Maybe physically,” Aubrey sniffs. “But I’m wise beyond my years.”
Basil spirals into a full-fledged breakdown over an end-of-term deadline before very nervously accepting a few of Kel’s Adderall. Then he writes the whole paper in five hours and spends the rest of the night deep-cleaning Sunny’s kitchen and alphabetizing the spice rack and organizing all the treasures in the junk drawer by material and size. Which would be fine, until he wakes Sunny up at 4 in the morning to ask if the arthropod fossil should be filed under ‘stones’ or ‘organic materials.’
“I don’t care,” hisses Sunny, who’s 80% asleep and 100% incensed. “I hate you. If you ever take Kel’s meds again, I’ll kill you.”
Hero convinces himself that he bombed an exam and spends four days stress-baking before Sunny has to physically stop him, because the fridge is so full of banana bread and shortcake that there’s no room for actual groceries. (Hero gets an A. Obviously. This happens every month.)
Kel gets his ear pierced. Aubrey goes along to keep him company and walks out with two new tattoos. Basil starts experimenting with aquaponics. Sunny starts experimenting with gouache.
Things keep happening, but only when he’s awake. No more nighttime visitors. No more weird, reality-breaking dreams. Sunny thinks about Omori sometimes, but he doesn’t waste time worrying. If Omori needs him, he knows how to find him.
It might have been nice to find out how everything turned out. To wrap the whole ordeal up neatly, with a bow. But by now, Sunny knows that closure only exists in fiction. In real life, stories don’t end. They just… stop.
Then he starts seeing things.
And not just the usual things, e.g. street art, stray cats, sunsets. A specific thing. Something… behind him.
He’s in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, when his eye snags on a blur of motion in the mirror. Something long and lifeless, swinging from the rafters. When he whips around to look, it’s gone.
He’s lying awake late into the night, waiting for sleep to take him. He’s already taken melatonin and Advil PM and two CBD gummies and a Valerian tincture under his tongue, which is… pretty much everything a guy can do, sleep-wise. From there, it’s just about keeping your eyes shut and not looking at your phone. But Sunny hates doing nothing. He spent four years doing nothing but. And when he finally sighs and sits up, he can’t not see the figure looming over the foot of his bed. Lank black hair on dead white skin.
He’s getting up to get a glass of water. Or he’s skulking between high-rises on a storm-gray day, trying not to look at his reflection in the glass. He dips his brush into the palette and pretends he can’t see the eye glaring up through a pool of Eggshell White.
But he can’t run away forever. He’s not sure he’d even want to.
It feels increasingly clear that Mari (or Omori, or his subconscious mind or whatever) is trying to tell him something. He just doesn’t know what it is.
It would help if he could talk about it. Hero is unnaturally good at sussing out why Sunny’s feeling what he’s feeling, usually before Sunny’s even noticed that he’s feeling it. Not as good at Mari, but still very good. And Basil knows more than anyone about what’s going on in Sunny’s head.
But they would worry. Their nightmares might get a little more colorful; a little more specific. And it’s not like Sunny really minds. He’s always happy to see Mari.
####
Legacy is funny. It never looks the way you would’ve guessed, but it’s almost always right.
Take Mari. Mari’s legacy is:
Mischief (and with it, the growing conviction that she knows more than she’s letting on),
Unnervingly keen, loving attention,
Fucking with people for sport, and
Picnics.
Picnics are the big one. Like Mari, they sit at the junction between worlds. It’s the ideal middle ground between indoor kids and outdoor kids; between fragile, bookish readers and rough-and-tumble wrasslers. Even after seven years without her, the friends she left behind are still happiest stretched out on a grass-stained gingham blanket, with the wind in their hair and the sun on their skin.
Everyone picnics differently. Kel and Aubrey romp around in the grass, throwing a frisbee or racing to the nearest bodega to decide who’ll foot the bill for a family-pack of ice cream sandwiches. Basil likes to find a safe little corner to write in his notebook or read—anything that makes him look busy enough to speak up when he wants to, without feeling like he has to. Hero studies and studies and occasionally glances up to make sure Kel didn’t leave the cooler open again. And Sunny? Sunny sits back and watches the show. He yawns and rolls over and naps in the heat of the sun.
Speaking of which. Sunny stretches like a cat and flops backward, till his head comes to rest in the crook of Mari’s knee.
“Hehe,” she giggles, grinning down at him. “Silly little kitty. We should get you a bell. You and Mewo could match!”
Sunny wrinkles his nose. “It might wake me up.”
“A fate worse than death,” she says gravely. “Don’t worry, little brother. If anyone tries to bell you, I’ll bell them.”
Well. Good.
He’s about to close his eyes when a shadow falls over her. Long, dark. Cold. A gash of white in a pillar of black, its edges billowing in the breeze.
Sunny’s breath catches. Mari. But— But she was just—
…Oh. He must be dreaming. When he’s awake, Mari doesn’t go around hosting picnics. When Sunny’s awake, his sister is dead.
“Um,” he says. “Hi.”
His sister’s smiling face flickers. The phantom looming above her stretches longer still. “...Sun…ny… Can we… ta…lk…?”
Sunny sits up obediently. He always wants to talk to Mari.
“…ehe…” the shadow giggles. “Listen… Nee…d… you… Omori…”
Sunny stiffens. Does that mean that Omori really is in trouble? But—Omori knows where to find him. If he needed help, why wouldn’t he just ask?”
One huge, sideways eye creases with amusement. “…Like h…ow… you did…?”
Oh. Right. Sunny knows how to ask for help now. And even now, it’s rarely his first instinct. But when he was Omori’s age…
He shakes himself off. “What do I do?”
“...Eas…ier… if…” The phantom stretches out one long gray tendril of shadow. “…show… you…”
Her spectral flesh feels gelatinous against his skin, rubbery-cold as dragonfruit. “Show me.”
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Sunny opens his eyes in a white void. Cold as the vacuum of space and just as endless. But this time, White Space isn’t vacant. He can hear murmured voices, the rustle of cloth and the hush of breath.
When he sits up, he finds three figures and seven eyes staring back at him. The weird thing is, not one of them belongs to Omori.
Ex-Chairman Hero is here, looking vaguely puzzled and majorly perturbed. Basil hovers by his elbow, wringing his hands worriedly. But his shadow is distinctly not wringing its hands. Its arms are crossed, its searing eyes narrowed with impatience. Behind them, the specter of Mari—or is it Something, now? Sunny makes a mental note to ask her what she likes to be called—still looms.
“Um,” Sunny says. It’s not exactly the welcome he expected. “Hi?”
Headspace Basil gives him an anxious little smile. “Thanks very much for coming. I think we could use all the help we can get.”
When he closes his mouth, his voice keeps on going without it. “Yeah, right,” it mutters.
Basil looks mortified. “S-Stop that!!”
“I just don’t see why he’d open up to some random guy if he won’t even see his best friend,” Basil’s voice says sullenly. The words seem to issue out from his shadow, without any intermediary vocal cords.
“Aw, c’mon, Basil,” Hero laughs. “We talked about this! Sunny isn’t just some guy. He’s Omori’s—um. He’s…”
Sunny listens with interest. He’d always wondered what Omori’s friends thought of him. (If they’d thought of him at all. Until recently, Sunny had never actually set foot in Headspace. And the only one who ever came to White Space was Omori. Sunny had sort of had the impression that no one else could come here.)
Hero clears his throat. “A-hem. Um. Sunny is— He’s Omori’s…” He frowns a little and leans back, looking up into Something’s sideways eye. “What did you say he was?”
“...I thought y…ou were su…pposed to be an… honor student…”
“It’s not like they put this on our exams!!”
The specter snickers. “…Don’t… think too hard… about it…”
Hero grins ruefully. “Yeah, that’s… not really something I’m good at.”
“…ehe…” the phantom giggles. It’s not the same as Mari’s laugh. Mari’s laugh was a cheeky little snicker, like a cat playing with its food—unless you caught her off guard, in which case it barreled out of her like a foghorn. This is barely an echo of that. But the mischief is the same. “...If you… insist… Just… think of Sun…ny as my… little brother…”
Hero frowns. “But Omori’s your brother.”
“…yes…”
“But Sunny’s not Omori’s brother?”
“…definitely not…”
Basil’s shadow snickers. “Trust your girlfriend on this one. You’re not ready for the big picture.”
“G-Girlfriend???” Hero squawks, his voice breaking halfway. “We’re not— I mean!! It’s not like we…” He trails off. On the ground in front of him, Sunny is raising his hand. “Uh. Yes? Sunny?”
“I don’t understand.” Of course Sunny is happy to see them all. Together, especially. But— “Where are Kel and Aubrey?”
The specter of Mari flickers like a moth trapped inside a projector.
Hero winces, too. “We’re, uh. Still working on that.”
“...Still… a little sc…ared…” Mari whispers. “...Not their fault… Doing their best…”
Sunny’s forehead furrows. It doesn’t make sense. Aubrey is famously fearless. And Kel never slows down for long enough to get properly scared. Basil, on the other hand…
Mari’s edges flutter with another whistling laugh. “...Stranger and… I… go wa-a-a-ay back…”
“The nerd’s only scared of stupid stuff, anyway,” Basil’s shadow agrees. “Being wrong, and getting in trouble and things. He’s fine when it’s actually scary.”
“A-hem!” Basil huffs, planting one foot squarely on his shadow’s two-dimensional face. “I-I think we can all agree that— The point is, we’re all just worried about Omori!!”
“Worried he’ll disappear again,” his shadow hisses. “That he’ll leave us all behind.”
“Which would be fine!!” Basil rushes to clarify. “I-If that was what he really… Or, I mean… If that was r-really what was best for him, then—”
“But it’s not,” his shadow says flatly. “What? It’s true. You don’t have to pretend like it isn't. He isn’t moving on, he’s just being stupid. Again. Running away like a scared little kid.”
“He is a scared little kid,” Sunny points out.
Basil’s shadow rolls its eyes. “Yeah, well. Join the club.”
…Fair.
But that still doesn’t explain what Sunny’s meant to do about it. If they just need someone to talk to Omori, there’s got to be someone more qualified. Like. Literally anyone else. There’s a reason that Sunny’s friends are so talkative. If you put two wordless, socially stunted weirdos in the same room, nothing ever happens.
“...N…ot about… what you say…” Mari’s ghost whispers. “...No one else can… get inside… Only him…”
Ah. Okay. He’s starting to see the larger picture. Sunny might be worse at talking than anyone else in this room—and that includes the sentient nightmare who can barely fit two words between a sea of ellipses. But he’s also the only one here who arguably is Omori. (A part of him. The rest of him? Whatever.)
“Okay,” he sighs. “I’ll try. But. I’m open to suggestions.”
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Omori is holed up in what used to be Sweetheart’s Castle.
Not that Sunny has any idea what that means. Omori said something about “getting rid of it,” but… what? Even by Headspace rules, it’s a little hard to swallow. Weren’t there people inside? Sprout moles are one thing—their sentience is very much up for debate—but did Omori remember to flush Rococo out of the basement before wiping it out of existence?
…There’s only one way to find out.
Sunny turns to face the others. “Any ideas?”
Hero practically trips over himself in his haste. “I-I made some soup!!! It’s, um. It’s… the same kind Mari used to make.”
“...Tell him… I love him…” the phantom whispers.
Basil squeezes his eyes shut. “Tell him I miss him so much!!!! I— There’s no pressure, it’s okay if he still needs—but we just!! I don’t know what to do without him!!!”
“Tell him we’re pissed,” his shadow hisses. “He can’t keep pulling this shit. There’s a limit to how many times we’ll—”
“Shut UP!!!” Basil screeches. “You know that’s not true!! T-Tell him we’re— W-We’re not going anywhere!!!”
“...but… don’t fe…el any… pressure…” Mari’s ghost whispers. “…might not even… get inside…”
Sunny snickers. Cool. Got it. Very helpful.
He throws back the doors—
—and steps into his living room.
(No, Sunny reminds himself. Not his. Just a room, now. Just a room where he used to live.)
Omori’s hideout isn’t a palace or a prison. It’s just a normal room. Beige carpet. Beige couch. Beige walls papered over with photos, so so so many photos. School pictures and Christmases and family portraits from a shop that’s long since shuttered, all stiff stances and smiles with too many teeth. But afterwards they went to All Star Burger and Sunny got a milkshake for making it through the whole session without shutting down or crying. Mari got one, too, just for being Mari. She deserved a million milkshakes. Eighty more years of milkshakes, at least.
The stain on the carpet. The way the lamp always flickered, no matter how many times you tightened the bulb. Mari said it must be haunted. But when Sunny ran into her room crying, she didn’t yell or send him away. She just told him, gently, that ghosts are really only people. Just lost, lonely people. And when they act out, it’s not because they want to scare you. They’re just afraid of being forgotten. They just want one last chance to be seen.
Mari, Mari, Mari. Everywhere he looks, there’s so so so much Mari. Gap-toothed and beaming, holding out the stag beetle she caught all by herself. Standing stick-straight in front of the concert piano, prim and well-groomed and stiff with fear. Dancing. Laughing. Carrying her baby brother on her back even when her knees buckled. For years after Sunny should have been too old for it, Mari never minded carrying him home.
“What are you doing here?” a voice asks. His own voice, ten years out of date.
Sunny jumps. He’d almost forgotten why he came. “What are you doing here?” he counters, for lack of anything better.
Omori looks down at himself, then back up. “…Sitting?”
“Right. But. Why here.”
Omori rolls his eyes. “White Space isn’t ours anymore. I guess nowhere is. The others kept bugging me. I just want to be alone.”
Sunny frowns. “You hate being alone.”
“You hate being alone," Omori says dully. "I don’t know what I hate.”
…Oh.
“And anyway, I’m not alone.”
Sunny’s forehead furrows. He follows Omori’s gaze to the corner of the room, where there’s a heap of old laundry scrunched against the wall.
—No. Not laundry. Mari. Not as she was, but as she is. Dead gray flesh mottled with rot. Crumpled limbs stacked like kindling. Empty.
“I made this place,” Omori announces. “Like you made everywhere else. You made a million miles of light and life and I made one boring room. I couldn't even figure out the TV. I tried, but it’s only static.” He looks up at Sunny, stone-faced. “Did you put anything good in me at all?”
What is he supposed to say to that? “Your friends seem worried…”
“Your friends. I don’t have any friends. Just hand-me-downs.”
Maybe. “They’re still worried.”
Omori shrugs.
Sunny shifts his weight uneasily. Omori isn’t giving him very much to work with. “You’re—um. You’re… not having a good time.”
“No.”
Then why are you here? “Then…”
“Why did you leave?” Omori asks abruptly. The words short and sharp. “Everything was fine before you left. Kel was never busy, and Aubrey never picked on us. And Hero was happy. And Basil was always okay. And—” He digs his nails into the arm of the couch, forces the name through his teeth. “Mari was. Alive. Mari was alive and she was perfect. Everything was perfect.”
Yes. That’s true. Sunny remembers.
Omori’s face darkens. “I know you," he spits. "You can fool them, but you can’t fool me. I don’t care how many stupid piercings you get. Out there you’re pathetic. Just some loser shut-in freak who’s too afraid to be alone. You think because you can talk now, it means you’re doing fine? You’re not fine. You’re still a freak. And you’re still a murderer.”
Sunny nods. Why would he argue? It’s the truth.
“So—why?” Omori grits out. “Why go back there? Why would you even want to?”
Oh. Hm. It’s an interesting question.
Sunny takes his time, thinking it over. There’s no use trying to answer right away. A half-baked answer won’t do Omori any good, and it might upset him even more. You can’t just throw a slurry of wet flour in the oven. You have to give it time to rise.
…Why did Sunny go back? It wasn’t just that he was dying. He’d been dying for ages, for years and years and years. He knew he was dying and it didn’t scare him. He used to think about it sometimes. It sounded… peaceful. So it’s not as though he was running away from the dark. He must have been moving toward something.
A lot of it was Mari. Obviously. Always. Was it ever even a question? Mari was the catalyst for everything. She’s the one who taught him how to be a person, and then a decent person. Before her death and after. She crawled out of the grave to pound on his door and remind him to be brave.
But it wasn’t only Mari. It was just—everything.
Sunny opened the door and everything was different. Everyone was different. He’d stepped into the last act of a story that no one had bothered to tell him. His friends looked like strangers. Everything that should have been familiar felt alien and strange. There was so much that he didn’t understand. So why did he decide to stay?
Part of it was just concern. Love and fear and the guilt that blooms from the marriage of the two.
When he first laid eyes on Basil, Sunny didn’t even recognize him. Basil had always been brittle, but now he was broken. Bloodshot. All the meat chewed from his bones. He shuddered and twitched and his hands flinched around in violent little jerks, like a fledgling flung from the nest before it’s finished growing its pinions. Too weak to fly, but too afraid to die.
Basil moved like breaking glass. Like breaking bone. He looked at Sunny with a million words trapped under his tongue. Civilizations rose and fell behind his eyes. Comedy, tragedy, catharsis. What had made him like this? Could it really have been Sunny?
(No. Yes. Sort of. But Sunny didn’t know that yet. He wouldn’t find out till there was only one day left.)
But it’s not as though Sunny faced the truth for anything as noble as concern. Sunny is many things, but he isn’t noble. He’s pragmatic. Realistic. (Selfish.) He protects his friends because he loves them. He loves them because it makes him feel good. He knows that he’s nobody’s hero.
So it wasn’t only worry. He was curious, too. About Aubrey, especially.
Aubrey. Seeing her was a shock to his system, a lightning-strike straight to the brainstem. He’d remembered her fussy, unflinching. Brash, but not insensitive. Forceful, but never cruel. The girl he met in the park… It couldn’t be Aubrey. How could it be Aubrey? She was wild with hate. Her eyes burned coldest when glaring at him.
But Sunny had trusted Aubrey. She was his compass, his focus. The one he could trust to speak from the heart. Aubrey was true to the bone. What could have made her like this?
(Sunny, Sunny, Sunny. Everything she lost and kept losing, it was all because of—)
—But he’s getting carried away. And anyway, that can’t have been the reason. Sunny didn’t have to go outside to hate himself, or blame himself. He was doing a perfectly adequate job of that all on his own. So then, why?
Ohhh, he realizes. It’s because— “It was fun.”
Sunny confronted the truth—the searing torment of an unbearable reality—because he was having fun. Fun! While he was awake! When’s the last time that he could say that?
When Kel knocked on his door, Sunny was, truth be told, probably not taking very good care of himself. Not being altogether kind. He used to think that he liked himself well enough, when Mari was alive. And then she died, and Sunny realized it was only ever Mari. Mari had loved him, and Mari knew everything, so it stood to reason that he must have deserved it. He’d felt entitled to all kinds of kindness, when he was Mari’s little brother. But when she was gone—and after what he’d done—
And then he opened the door and Kel beamed at him like a living, breathing sun. Kel took him by the hand and drew him out into the light and then acted like Sunny was the one who’d done something amazing. He looked wildly different, a hundred feet taller and stronger and more beautiful, and somehow he still felt exactly the same. And hanging out felt exactly the same.
But everything else was so new! The town thronged with faces that Sunny’d never seen before, or that he’d known and then forgot. He walked up to a million strangers and made Kel do all the talking, just like he used to when they were small. And even though Sunny had spent the past four years rotting inside, somehow Kel had grown more confident than ever. He was just as utterly, instantly at ease as Sunny remembered.
You could make a sort of game of it. Pushing Kel’s buttons, pushing your luck. Pressing at the boundaries of his comfort zone to see where they would break. Of course Kel could find rapport with the anxious artist drawing landscapes in the park, or the boy on the bench with the dreamy green eyes. But what about those fashionable newlyweds lost in the throes of choice paralysis? Or the bearded old weirdo muttering to himself in the hardware aisle?
Sunny walked into the homes of total strangers just to see what Kel would say. He wasn’t doing it to hurt him. It was like Mari hiding spiders in Hero’s desk. It’s just so exciting, finding out what someone’s going to do. Never knowing what’s going to happen next.
“So that’s it?” Omori demands. “That’s why you left. Uncertainty? Surprise? You left because you wanted to lose control?”
Hm. Sunny wouldn’t have put it like that, but… yeah. Maybe, yeah. It sounds sort of right.
“But that isn’t fair!” Omori hisses, flaring hot. “You made me to protect you from change, and then you went and changed into someone who didn’t even want that!”
Sunny frowns. “Do you want to change?”
“No!!”
Hm. Maybe that was the wrong question. “Do you… want to want to change?”
“No!! Or—” Omori hesitates. “I—don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know if you could be here if I didn’t.”
…Hm.
“The others,” Omori says shortly. “They’re—different. From how you made them. They’re not just our friends anymore. They’re, like. People.”
(Ideally friends are people, but that probably won’t be very helpful right now.)
“It’s like…” Omori trails off. “Like they’re not bound by what happened. Or who they used to be. I don’t even know if Mari is our sister anymore, or if she’s just—” He slams one fist against the arm of the couch, burying his knife to the hilt in the faded upholstery. “I don’t know how to say it.”
Sunny knows how that is. “Just say whatever. Sometimes some of it is right.”
Omori lapses into silence, but Sunny knows how that is, too. He sits on the ground and waits.
A few minutes drift by before Omori opens his mouth. “…That story you told.”
Sunny blinks.
“About pissing yourself.”
Ah. Naturally.
Omori huffs a breath. “I don’t remember that.”
Well… of course not. When Sunny was in first grade, Omori didn’t exist.
“I’m supposed to be you,” Omori mutters. “Or, something that used to be you. A piece of you. Whatever. But I don’t even have any of your memories. I don’t remember growing up, or coming here or anything. I’ve been trying and trying, but the first thing I remember is just empty white. And a black hanging bulb. And hearing someone crying.”
Sunny frowns. “Do you want my memories?”
“No! I don’t know! I just want—anything! To know anything! What I’m supposed to be, or—who I’m supposed to…” He trails off. “I just want to know what I’m for.”
“I’m not sure people are for anything.”
“Maybe where you’re from,” Omori scoffs. “Not here. Anyway, I’m not a person.”
There’s a lot that Sunny doesn’t know, but that definitely doesn’t sound right. “You’re—”
“Don’t argue,” Omori spits. “I know what people are. They feel things, and grow, and—grow up. That’s why you left. Isn’t it? Because you wanted something real.”
Sunny hesitates. That’s probably true, but… it’s not the whole truth. But he doesn’t know how to say it.
Omori barks a laugh. “You made it so I couldn't change, and then you changed into someone who didn't want that. Not that I cared,” he adds, bitterly. “I still had my friends. But now they’re changing, too. And I thought… If I brought your stupid friends here and made them face themselves, like we did, then… maybe everything could go back to how it was. But it didn’t. They’re still changing. Everyone is changing, except me. Because that’s how you made me.” He bares his teeth, ablaze with sudden fury. “It isn’t fair! I hate you! I should hate you forever and ever! Till you die and ever after!”
For a second, Sunny is scared that he’s going to get stabbed again. But it only lasts a moment, and then Omori collapses back into his seat.
“After you left,” Omori says. Leaden, resigned. “I. Missed you. Isn’t that stupid? It’s not like you were good company. All you ever did was lay around and cry.”
“I don’t think it’s stupid,” Sunny says quietly.
“Hah. Right. Of course you’d want me to be as pathetic as you. I’m just a memory. Just a scar over something that’s already healed. Being here probably feels nostalgic.”
That’s… not entirely untrue. But saying so would probably also not be very helpful.
“You threw me away and I can’t even hate you,” Omori says. “Or resent you, or—miss you. Because that’s not how you made me. And even if I could, I—” He has to force the words through gritted teeth. “—don’t. Want to.” He barks a laugh. “All you ever gave me was your ugliest, broken-est parts and I still won’t throw them away, because it’s—all I have left. Because I don’t want to lose you. Even after you threw me away.”
“I didn’t throw you away.”
“You—” Omori trips over his tongue. “—What?”
You can read the rest of the finale here: ao3.org/works/45213322/chapters/129661372
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"you're safe now"
continuation of this
so quiet it was, now, in the Armory's little shadowy infirmary room, with the flickering firelight and the steadier gleam of the oil lamp meeting and mingling across the motionless body in the cot. they sat hunched over in the chair next to her, elbows on their knees, bloodstained hands fisted iron-scented against their face, and watched every breath that ever so slightly stirred the blanket over her chest.
"Kel?"
Tasha the medic lifted the curtain next to them: a small round-curved woman with gray threads beginning to twine among her dark curls, her hands always as gentle as they were unwavering.
"yeah?" their voice was hoarse with the remnants of tears.
"has there been any change with her?"
they reached out to brush the clinging tawny strands back from her face, her skin chill and sweat-damp under their fingers. there was no motion of her eyelids as their hand moved between her and the lamp.
"no. she's - still here."
"that's good enough for now." Tasha's hand cupped the back of their head, for an instant. "you took good care of her, there."
"I tried." it would come back to them in their nightmares, they were sure - the frantic trip homeward through the woods with her in their arms, a limp weight of blood-bedraggled cloth and thin gasping breaths. "I wish I'd come sooner. I know I'm not one of you anymore, but she could still have - I would have - "
"she never tells anyone when she gets these notions." for a moment, there was something almost like pride in Tasha's voice, but then she sighed. "you couldn't have stopped her, not when she'd made up her mind."
it was full dark outside the window now, the lights of the city far below like fireflies down in the valley. they blinked, rubbing back another silent onslaught of tears, and picked up the half-empty potion bottle and the spoon from the table nearby. "should I try more?"
"if she'll take it, it can't hurt. she needs all the healing help she can get, with a stomach wound and filthy fey claws to account for too."
so they leaned forward, measuring the faintly sweet clear sapphire blue stuff into the spoon, tipping it towards her half-parted lips. she didn't resist, but neither did she respond either; a few drops ran out the corner of her mouth before Tasha's touch at her throat helped her swallow at last.
"I'll be just beyond," Tasha murmured a moment later, nodding towards the curtain. the labored breathing of one of the other forest rangers from the next cot over hadn't eased or paused since they'd begun their vigil. "call if you need."
drop by drop, they fed her the potion over the next long empty hour, as the lights flared and the fire burned lower. heaven help them, they knew the story of each scar and mark on her body by now - the burn above her wrist where the drake's flame had caught her five winters ago, the old shiny scrapes barely to be seen along her jaw from a tumble down a hillside in the dark one summer night, the white twist of scar tissue above her collarbone from the outlaw's arrow. so many dangers they'd faced together, the two of them. and now it was their turn to sit behind a desk - their choice to - and her still out in the wild places, for better or for worse.
they traced a thumb along the hollow beneath one closed eye, willing the lashes to flicker.
"can you hear me?" they said in a whisper, their voice roughening again. it felt like begging. it was begging, and they had no heart to be ashamed of it. "I'm here with you. we got back safe. you're - home, you're at the armory. you're safe now. we're going to help you get better. please. please don't let it end this way."
safe now. how they wished that were a promise. but - close enough, for now.
#whump#hurt comfort#whumptober2022#whumptober day 21#probably going to have one more scene with these two...#lady whump
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The Façade of Happiness
Chapter 3 - She Wasn't Always Right
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Synopsis: Kel always seemed the happiest out of his childhood friends; back then and now, and maybe in a way, he was if he just didn't think too hard about it. But when he heard of Sunny's soon departure, Kel knew he had to try and reach out to him again. All is well, everyone had come back together again and Kel could say he was happy. Yet, it is falling apart once again after Sunny reveals the truth behind Mari's death. Kel wasn't there for his friends the last time, he didn't have the capability. It was different now, he would make sure he wouldn't lose his friends this time, not after finding real happiness.
Word Count: 3.7k+
Warnings: familial neglect, anyone that has family trauma proceed with caution! Mentions of blood/dried blood.
[Flashback]
The little boy sat by himself in a lonely area of the park trying to stifle his cries. He ignored the way his elbows ached, they were definitely bruised. Maybe he was getting on his mom's nerves this entire week but it wouldn't excuse the fact that she had blown up on him over a tiny mistake. He wondered why he was treated so differently compared to his older brother. He wasn't perfect, he made mistakes too, so why? He felt like he knew the answer deep down in his heart, but if he ever admitted it then it would fracture his family relations and he wasn't sure recovering from that was possible.
The boy was so lost in his own sorrow that he didn't notice the person that came up behind him till they tapped his shoulder.
"Kel, what happened? Why are you crying?" The voice he recognized was filled with concern. Kel whipped his head around.
"Mari," he rubs his eyes roughly. "I wasn't crying, I'm fine!" It was an obvious lie, not only had she seen and heard it, but his nose was runny and his eyes were red and swollen. Mari set the plastic bag she was carrying on the ground before plopping down next to Kel. She decided to play it off casually, okay, maybe they weren’t as close as she and Hero, but it made sense they had only met each other once about a week ago. A moment of silence passed and Kel's sniffling was heard loud and clear, he felt awkward, the girl that his brother obviously liked saw him crying; would she tell on him? Mari breaks the silence after thinking about what to say.
“You know," Kel turned his head towards her and he caught her eyes staring back at him. He felt paralyzed by her gentle voice and kind smile, he couldn't look away. "No one will give you a prize for not crying. You don't have to pretend to be okay, so just cry when you need to, there is no need to feel ashamed. When you cry your heart will feel lighter. I won’t tell anyone what I saw," Mari raised her index finger to her lips.
Kel thought he was done with crying, till he felt them spill from his eyes once more. He wasn't sure if he was crying from what she said or the way she looked at him, all he knew was that he felt safe with her. His silent tears turned to sobs and his head dropped, his tiny hands pulled at the grass underneath him. Mari suddenly felt an oncoming wave of tears, she was the type of person who would cry when she saw someone else crying. Mari reached out to pet Kel's head while wiping at her own tears.
"There there, you're okay now. Just let it all out." Kel was so engrossed in crying he didn't realize when he got so close to Mari till he claimed down, was it his own subconscious doing or did she pull him to her? Kel's head now lay in her lap as she continued to brush her hand over his head. He felt better and reveled in Mari's comfort, not opening his eyes till he felt her wipe away his tears with her thumb in the same way his mother tended to Hero when he got hurt. The way he wished to be loved when he was hurt too, but all he ever got was yelled at. Maybe his mother was right, it was his fault, he always finds a way to ruin things.
When Kel opened his eyes he saw Mari who was already looking down at him except, her face was wet from her tears. Kel's moment of peace was turned to guilt, for sure he thought he had done something to make her upset, of course, he ruins everything.
"Why are you crying?" Kel asks the question but is afraid of the answer he might receive. His fears melt away when Mari smiles.
"Oh, that's just me, don't worry. When I see someone else cry I can't help but cry too," she says while drying her face. "See? All better." Kel brings his hands up to his chest fidgeting with his finger.
"Really?"
"Mhmm," Mari held onto one of Kel's hands giving it a light squeeze and she thought about how adorable he is. His hand was even smaller than Sunny's. Kel squeezed back, accepting her answer. "...do you want to talk about what happened? It's okay if you don't, we can just lay here." Kel is silent for a long moment and Mari thinks he doesn't want to talk about it till Kel speaks in a quiet voice.
"I messed up…, again."
[Flashback]
Hero and Kel's mother was busy in the kitchen, preparing for her husband's birthday while he was away at work. She just needed to get started on baking a cake. What better helper would there be than her son Hero, he always showed an interest in making food. Hero stood on standby ready to help when his mother asked. Kel stood next to Hero, he wanted to be just like his big brother, to Kel there was no one cooler than him. If he can do what Hero does then he'll be just as cool.
"Hero, can you get the eggs please?" Their mother asked while taking out bowls and measuring spoons. At the same time, they thought this was their chance. Kel was the first to act stepping towards the refrigerator.
"I can get it!" Hero was thrown off, then a little frustrated, Mom told him to get it.
"No, I'm supposed to get the eggs!" Hero tried to maneuver his way past Kel, but his brother blocked him with his body like he was a point guard. Kel thought it was fun like this too, but Hero was not having fun.
"Boys stop messing around," their mother called out, not tuning from the cupboard. The boys did not listen, Kel kept the carton of eggs out of reach. Hero felt embarrassed, Kel was always good at these kinds of things, he just wanted to help bake, why was Kel trying to take this from him? Fed up, Hero didn't think much and pushed Kel. Hard enough to cause Kel to shout, enough to make him realize he could hurt him, enough to make him instantly regret it. Hero reach out for Kel but could only pull his shirt. It was too late and Hero was not strong enough to keep kel up, so instead Hero was pulled down along with Kel.
Kel knew he was falling before he could even make a quick choice of protecting himself or the eggs his elbow made contact with the floor and he screamed in pain. The egg carton flew from his hands across the kitchen floor making a mess. Hero was able to partially catch himself with a hand, but his knees skid across the wooden floor, peeling his skin. Tears filled both their eyes as they tried to be strong and hold in the pain.
Their mother turned around at the loud noise, shocked to see the eggs splattered on the ground and her sons on the floor. She heads straight for Hero lifting his small body from the floor.
"Henry, are you okay?!" She cups his face checking over his face and body quickly and before Hero can even answer, she interrupts. "Ay mi, your knees are bleeding." Kel sits himself up from the ground looking towards Hero, he felt bad for getting Hero hurt.
"I'm fine, mama." Hero tries to pull away from her grasp, he is worried about Kel. Hero manages to look at Kel and he can see he's tearing up. He hurt his baby brother. Their mother finally remembers Kel and her eyes turn sharp.
"Look at this mess, why couldn't you let your brother get the eggs?! Were you trying to ruin everything?!" Hero stilled. Their mother was scary when she was genuinely angry. Hero felt like it was his fault; if only he didn't push Kel.
"I ju-" Kel tried to explain himself but was cut off.
"¡Cállate!" Kel shut his mouth as she said, fearful. "Just go, I don't want to see you right now!" Kel bit the inside of his cheek trying to hold back the tears pooling in his eyes. He trembled; he was scared, sad, and resentful. Kel scrambled up from the floor, running away, the last thing Hero and their mother heard was the slamming of the front door.
[End Flashback]
Mari was silent, she only needed to go over to Hero and Kel's house once to see just how differently their mother treated her boys. Mari was surprised Kel didn't seem angry at his brother, judging from how he told the story. She could easily see how one would be mad at their sibling for pushing them, yet kel seemed to hold no bitterness for Hero. It was a testament to how strong their bond was, it made Mari think, …Could I push Sunny like that, would he forgive me? The thought made her sad and she thought about the situation reversed. If Sunny pushed me… he wouldn't do something like that…, but if he did I would forgive him because I love him.
Mari's lips turned ever so slightly up at her thoughts, she loved her brother no matter what and she thought Kel is the same. He would love his brother no matter what and he probably knew he never wanted to hurt him like that. She thought about what she knew about Hero and she could imagine him crying something terrible now. She had only met Kel recently, but maybe the reason she felt so comfortable around him was that Hero talked about him all the time like Kel was his favorite person in the whole world. Mari brushed Kel's bangs from his face the same way she would for Sunny, She finally thought of words to say.
"Even after all that, you must really love your big brother," more of a statement rather than a question, but Kel still nodded. Mari wanted to focus on the good and maybe the pain would be lessened. "He loves you a lot too. I'm sure he is crying like a baby right now, missing you," her smile grows mischievous. "I'll make sure to tease him about it at school, he'll never think about doing something like that again!" Kel laughed heartily and Mari laughed with him, "There's a nice smile," she couldn't help herself she had to pinch his full cheeks, they were just as squishy if not squishier than Sunny's.
Kel felt bashful, but he didn't pull away from her touch, instead being drawn to the feeling it gave. It was reminiscent of when Hero would give him noogies, loving but playfully aggressive. For a moment Kel felt at peace again, forgetting all the bad things that happened to him. The feeling was cut short when he moved his arms and his elbows ached more than before and he grunted in pain, stalling his movement hoping it would go away. "It hurts…"
"What hurts?" Mari sat up straighter wondering if she did something. Kel shows off his elbows, not sure if his wound was even visible but showing he felt like it emphasized his point regardless. Mari sees inflamed reds and frighteningly deep purples splayed across his elbows, tiny smears of dried blood crusted on his skin. Mari's face crumpled seeing the physical manifestation of Kel's pain, it was obvious and ugly, but it was ignored; he was ignored. Her heart broke and she wanted to cry for him again, but Kel needed happy thoughts right now, so she would hold back her emotions, even if it contradicted what she told Kel earlier.
"Does it look bad?" Kel saw the change in Mari's face but he didn't understand what that possibly meant, so he says the only thing that comes to mind. Mari's eyes flash to Kel and back to his elbows.
"It's a little bad, but nothing we can't fix." She tries to give Kel a reassuring smile, to ease the worry that crept onto his face. Kel's face relaxed, "Let's go patch you up!" Mari lightly pushed Kel's head up and he sat himself up turning to look at Mari.
"Where?" Mari stood up brushing anything that might be on the back of her pants.
"To the store! We need to get bandages, Neosporin, and maybe a few other things." Mari grabbed her plastic bag from the floor and offered her other hand to Kel. He took her hand without hesitation and she pulled him up from the floor. Kel thought she would let go of his hand but instead, she lightly tugged him forward, leading him out of the park. Kel was choked up, all he wanted was for someone to help him off the floor and hold him. Here Mari was almost a stranger to him, but she showed him kindness, kindness that asked for nothing in return.
"Mari?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I hug you?" Kel's voice shook. Mari stopped waking and looked at Kel, tears were streaking down his face again. Mari wished she wasn't so emotional as she felt her eyes well up again.
"Of course." She hugged Kel tightly before he could reach out for her. It was warm and welcoming, the way she held him tenderly, her cheek resting atop his head, he wondered how she was so good at giving hugs. They stayed like this for some time before Kel tugged on Mari's shirt.
"I'm okay now." Mari pulled away, drying her tears while nodding at his words. She took his hand into hers again and they continued their walk to OTHERMART. They walked in content silence all the way to their destination. Mari led him through the store to the aisle that had bandages and medications.
"Choose whatever you like." Kel stepped forward looking at the assortment of bandages, he saw the plain brown bandages, the only kind his mother bought. Then his eyes landed on the colorful character-based bandages, he thought about grabbing one but opted to go for the plain ones. Mari was counting the money she had left from what her mom gave her to purchase the goods she bought previously. She had $12.25 left, thoughtfully, her mother said she could use the rest of the money on whatever she wanted, she only bought a small snack for herself.
"These ones are good, right?" Kel showed them to Mari seeing if they got her approval. She put away the loose bills and change while looking at Kel's choice of bandages.
"...Are you sure? You don't want one of these?" She gestured to all the colorful bandages.
"We don't buy those." His mother didn't even buy the cool bandages for Hero, this is just what he was used to. Still, his eyes lingered on them, Mari noticed and smiled. Their parents didn't like to buy the character bandages since they were more expensive, but luckily when she and Sunny were out with their dad they pleaded with big innocent cat-like eyes. How could he ever say no to that; against his better judgment he let Mari get Hello Kitty bandages and Sunny got the Spider-Man ones.
"Well, do you want them?" Realistically these ones wouldn't do anything different, but she knew she felt better when wearing special bandages so what did it matter if she spent a little more money on them, if it made Kel feel better? Kel wasn't the type of kid that needed to be offered something twice, he put the plain bandages back in favor of the SpongeBob bandages. Mari gives him a thumbs up, "Good choice." She quickly grabs the Neosporin nearby and drags Kel elsewhere.
They stopped to grab a carton of eggs before heading to checkout. Maybe this would make his mom go easy on him when he came back, a sort of peace offering. Thankfully she had just enough to cover everything. The cashier recognized the little girl, they didn't expect her to come back much less with a friend in tow, what a weird combination of things to buy. Mari puts everything on the conveyor belt along with her money and flashes the cashier a big smile, they smile back.
After scanning the items the cashier recounts the money he had given the girl earlier.
"It's not enough…" Mari's eyes go wide in confusion.
"I thought it would be $12.10," she stood on her tippy toes trying to get a better look at the screen with the pricing information.
"Yes, but that's before tax." Mari's face heated with embarrassment, of course, how could she forget about taxes? What a stupid mistake. She instinctively grabbed onto a lock of her hair lightly pulling on it. She patted her pockets. Maybe there was some extra change in her pockets, nothing. She looked to Kel and he did the same, nothing. Mari tried to think of a solution, Maybe I should put the eggs back… no. She didn't notice that she pulled a little harder on her hair till she could find an answer.
"What about this?" Mari reached into the plastic bag she had been carrying the whole time and pulled out a snack pack of Oreo's "Can I return this? You remember I bought it earlier right?" She takes out the receipt as well to prove she wasn't lying. Kel tugged at Mari's shirt, gaining her attention.
"Let's put the bandages back, the normal ones are fine." She shakes her head, stubborn, she already decided she was getting those ones for Kel. The Cashier found themselves regretting even saying anything. What was owed didn't even amount to 50 cents, a negligible amount, so what does it matter if he lets them go?
"Actually, it's not that big a deal. Just a few cents, don't worry about it.” Before Mari could come up with a reaction Kel was the first to respond.
“Really?!” The excitement was ringing in his voice and he grabbed Mari’s hand.
“Yeah, go on ahead. I’ll take care of it.” The man hands the new bag to Mari and she takes it silently. Kel gleefully thanks the cashier while pulling Mari away. She turns around saying sorry, but the man waves his hands telling her not to worry. As they walk out of the store, gradually a frown was taking over her face. Kel wonders when the mood change happened, he wasn’t sure what could have made her upset.
“Mari, are you okay?” She snaps out of her thoughts, frown shifting to a neutral expression.
“I’m fine… I just- I shouldn’t have made that mistake.”
“But the man said it was fine.”
“Still. Do you know why I bought the eggs Kel?” he doesn’t respond but looks up at her. “When you make a mistake you should apologize. I don’t think you should have been treated like that, but you also shouldn’t have done what you did. Running away won’t solve your problems, you have to fix them yourself.” Kel tensed, she could feel it in the way he held her hand and she realized she was taking her frustrations out on him. “Sorry, I'm not trying to scare you… it’s okay if it takes time, if the apology is from the heart the others will feel that.”
The silence was heavy, would Kel even take her words seriously? Mari wouldn’t know for a long time how much of an effect her words would have on Kel. She led him to the fountain where they would sit on the edge. Mari sat behind Kel getting the bandages and Neosporin out, as she was preparing Kel broke the silence.
“What if Mama still doesn’t like my apology? If Mama hates me forever…” Hate he thinks his mother hates him, surely he was wrong. She gently applies the bandages with medicine to his elbow as she speaks.
“Your mom doesn’t hate you, she's just upset. It’ll be okay, Kel. It’s going to get better, I promise.” It should have never been Mari’s promise, the guarantee of a Mother’s love was not her’s to make, but Kel accepted those words as his truth. It’ll be okay. It’s going to get better. These words would give him strength when he felt alone. After that Kel couldn’t clearly remember the walk home, or how his mother reacted to him and his apology. The last clear memories of that event was how Hero had tearfully hugged him despite Mari being there, and the way Mari smiled at him like she was saying everything that happened today would just be between them, as he and Hero waved bye to her.
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On the walk to Aubrey’s the midday sun shifted in the sky as evening drew nearer. Kel told himself that he wouldn’t ruin it, he wouldn’t ruin everything. He wouldn’t leave Aubrey by herself again. As Kel steeled himself he noticed a disgruntled-looking Kim pacing around the front of Aubrey’s house. Although he couldn’t say he was very close to Kim even after her apologizing to him and Basil, she was still Aubrey's closest friend, so he was concerned.
“Kim, what’s wrong?” She stops in her tracks and throws a venomous look at Kel, it was sour but she also seemed to be on the verge of tears. Kel throws his hand up in defense wondering why she was angry at him.
“I wish I knew, but Aubrey won’t talk to me! I know something happened at the hospital, but she said it was none of my business.” Kim gripped tightly to her sleeve frustrated. “She’s been hanging around you guys more and more,” she scoffs, “I’m sure she'll let you in.” Jealously laced her words as she decided to finally walk away. Kel reach out grabbing Kim’s wrist.
“It’s complicated, Kim. I’m sorry but I can’t tell you anything either… but, you are her best friend.” Kel wasn’t sure if anything he said would bring her comfort, but the look she gave him for a brief moment seemed to settle something in her. Kim snatched her arm away, giving Kel a curt answer.
“Just-! Make sure she’s okay….” Kim turns away once more, quickly walking away. Kel wondered if he could get through to Aubrey, she even turned away Kim. he’d be damned if he didn’t try though, so Kel opens the door.
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Brothers (OMORI Fanfic)
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Characters: Kel (OMORI), Hero (OMORI), Hero and Kel’s Mother (OMORI), Hero and Kel’s Father (OMORI), Hero and Kel’s Parents (OMORI)
Additional Tags: Angst
Summary: Kel tries to comfort Hero after Mari’s death.
Alternatively, it can be read here! (Or under the cut)
Kel cracked the door open ever so slightly, the familiar routine of floorboards creaking. He leaned into his front foot to peer into the room’s darkness.
“Hero?” he called into the darkness before opening the door just enough to slide himself through the crack. He gently pushed the door shut, then gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness that now enveloped him. There, he saw the all too familiar form in front of him; a bundle of blankets upon the bed adjacent from his, stirring from the sudden light that leaked into the room.
He called out again, “Hero? Aren’t you going to brush your teeth? It’d be really awful to get a cavity… been there, done that.” he joked as he rubbed his cheek at the unpleasant memory of a numb and swollen cheek, a well needed visit to the dentist after eating too much Halloween candy one year.
But Hero didn’t respond. At this point, Kel knew that it was too much to expect a response from his brother, but it didn’t stop him from wishing for one. He wished for something, anything from his brother he could spin a conversation out of. It had been months since he had seen the normal Hero; the Hero that would jokingly scold him when he told him about the daily trouble he would find himself in at school or the Hero that would chuckle at what stupid argument Aubrey and him had got into that day. But the normal Hero was gone. He died when Mari did.
He maneuvered his way around the piles of clothes and other items that littered the floor of their shared room, making a stop along the way to turn on the lamp on his nightstand to make the journey to Hero’s bedside a lot easier for himself. Hero was the one who had always made sure the floor of their room was spick-and-span, clothes neatly tucked away in their proper drawers and everything was put away on the right shelves or in the right place, but when the meager task was left to Kel, this was the result.
He licked his dry, cracked lips, and placed one hand on top of the blanket lump, giving it a little shake as he spoke. “Everyone misses you, y’know?” He started. “Everyday, Aubrey asks me how you are. I haven’t seen Basil or Sunny around recently, but you know they’re probably thinking about you too.”
Not a single reaction. So Kel continued. “We all want you to get better. And…” The words escaped his lips before he could catch them. “If Mari were alive, I don’t think she would want to see you all sad like this, either. I’m sure if she were here, she would scold you for being all down in the dumps like this-”
“Shut up, Kel.” Hero broke his silence, his voice demanding and stern. Kel’s stomach dropped. That was the first time in his life Hero had ever told him to shut up.
“But I was just trying to help-“
“No Kel,” Hero threw his blankets off of himself and swung his legs over the bed, standing up to meet Kel’s gaze with his own. The older brother that was once taller than him was now the same height as him. In the gentle lamp light, the bags underneath Hero’s eyes were more than noticeable. They sunk his face in, aging him older than he actually was. He looked tired, his eyes red from his overused tear ducts. Kel pretended not to notice the sobs and sniffles he heard before he fell asleep for the night, but it was hard to forget how each sniffle was like a tiny needle pricking his heart. He wished he could do more for his brother. “Every single day, you come into our room and tell me about how everyone misses me, how everyone wants me to come back…”
“Do you think saying all of this helps me?!“ he shouted, “Do you think this brings Mari back to us?!”
Kel shrunk in on himself. He noticed how the tears in Hero’s eyes threatened to spill over. “I know it doesn’t-“
“WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!” Hero screamed, his voice cracking. Tears streamed down his face as he cried, “YOU WERE NEVER AS CLOSE TO MARI AS THE REST OF US WERE!”
Kel’s mind blanked at what he wanted to say when those words left Hero’s mouth. It felt as if something in his heart had snapped. Maybe Hero was right. Maybe Kel wasn’t as attached to Mari as Aubrey or Basil. Kel wasn’t dating Mari like Hero was, nor was he her little brother like Sunny.
Kel was always just there.
He tried to laugh off the words as if he were just told a funny joke. He wanted to show Hero that he was bigger than the words he spat at him, that he understood that they were only coming from a place of hurt. But the smile on Kel’s face betrayed him, being the first to crumble before the tears clouded his vision. Hot wetness poured down his cheeks. The lump in his throat stifled anything he wanted to say; he choked on his words.
Hero continued, “Don’t you ever think before you speak, Kel?! This is what I’ve always hated about you!”
Kel let the full weight of Hero’s words crash into him. He stood there, unsure if he should wipe at his never ending tears. He never thought Hero would say something like this to him. As much as he tried to understand the hurt Hero was enduring, he began to wonder… how long did Hero feel this way towards him? How long had he been holding back these words?
“Hero…” his voice barely came out a whisper. “Calm down, please…” he begged.
Suddenly, the door flung open, the worried faces of their parents in the doorframe. A wave of relief washed over him, hoping they would de-escalate the situation for them.
Without a single word, his parents passed by him and ran straight to Hero, enveloping him in their arms.
Oh.
Kel wiped at his eyes, refusing to look at the loving scene he wasn’t a part of.
Even in his own family, Kel was just there.
He didn’t know how much more he could take. It felt as if a ton of bricks weighed on his chest, crushing him entirely. He could hear the hushed whispers of “it’s okay” as their mother ran her fingers through his hair. There were no fingers in his hair, no parents by his side. Even if both of them were crying, this confirmed Kel’s deepest darkest fear that Hero was always the favourite in their family. He was the reliable one, he was the responsible one. And.. Kel was just Kel. What good qualities did he have? All he did was act before he thought, and hurt people by speaking before he did.
As Kel’s knees buckled from the thoughts spiralling inside his head, Kel felt a pair of arms around him. It was Hero.
Hero’s shoulders shook and his voice trembled. He whispered under his breath over and over again, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Kel.”
Kel sank into his arms, reciprocating the hug.
“It’s okay,” Kel sniffled. “Everything’s gonna be okay...”
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Pokémon in: Omori
Chapter 3
Omori saw the Pokémon trio two days ago. It had been the first time in 4 years. He'd started resetting headspace, and his own memories. When the Pokémon trio first came, headspace wasn't formed. Whitespace was real, but not headspace. Then, the trio returned, asking to take the place of headspace counterparts. How could Omori refuse? It's not like they could tell Sunny the truth, and if he was being honest, Omori being the only sentient thing besides Mewo made him lonely. If they were here, Musharna's Mist would make it all real. He would have real friends, not just illusions formed from memories. So Omori accepted the offer. He knew he wouldn't remember it until after the cycle, but would there even be a cycle anymore? Maybe his headspace adventures would just…continue. The stoic boy finished the reset.
Omori was laying down when he decided to stare at his computer screen. To his surprise, there was a new game. Hangman. Huh, neat. Something fell nearby. Omori ventured into the void. He found a map. Then, he re-entered Neighbor's Room. Aubrey ran and hugged him. Ralts came running and cried.
"Omori! You're Ok!" She said.
"What happened?" Kel asked.
"Yeah, I remember going to Basil's house, then you and Basil vanished, then we all woke up here in Neighbor's Room." Hero told Omori. Ralts was crying and looking at Omori's chest. A specific spot. The spot it had seen Omori stab himself at. It looked normal now. Omori just stood there, taking in the information. He always had a few VERY vague memories of past cycles, so this felt familiar, like Deja Vu. Omori brushed it off.
"Let's go see Mari and let her know you're alright. You know how she worries about you." Hero said. With that, the group left Neighbor's Room.
As they went to the playground, Omori looked around. This felt…different somehow. Like it was more…real?
They reached the picnic area. Before they could reach the picnic blanket, Mari and her Pokémon ran up and hugged Omori.
"Omori! You're ok!" She cried, tears flowing. When the tears stopped, she released Omori.
"Don't disappear like that!" She scolded. Aubrey came closer, Marill on her shoulder.
"Hey Mari? Have you seen Basil?" She asked.
"No, I haven't."
Kel quickly chimed in.
"Don't worry! He probably just got lost in the woods!" Kel said. Aubrey just stared at him, but agreed to check there. Omori decided to talk with some of the playground kids first, though. Berly and Van were in front of the tether ball pole, but there was no ball.
"Great, now the ball is gone!" Berly said.
"It's not gone, I saw it fly in that direction!" Van said, pointing to the forest.
"Well it might as well be if it's there! This is why you can't use your arms! You gotta use your head, like this!" Berly said, and she headbutted Van, while her Druddigon headbutted his Abomasnow.
"Hey Berly." Aubrey said. Berly turned.
"What do you want?" She said.
"We were about to leave to go look for Basil in Vast Forest, we can grab your ball while we're at it." Aubrey explained.
"Really!? Alright, but I'm coming with to point it out!" Berly said. The group went and saw Shawn and Ren stargazing with their Plusle and Minun.
"We're stargazing! Wanna join us?" They offered. Omori laid on the ground and watched the stars. He felt like he didn't have a care in the world. He learned the skill Observe. After getting up and passing by Neb, who hadn't caught a Pokémon yet because he was too busy doing puzzles, to see Daisy and her Sunflora.
"There's a guy I like, but he only likes puzzles…I wish I could find a flower puzzle…" She muttered.
Omori went down to the forest. There were many twists and turns. Bunnies, Sprout Moles, and Big Strong Trees. When they got there, Kel rushed ahead.
"I know who can help, my Nacli, Hector!" Kel yelled, sending out Hector. Hector just stood there. Kel went up to him and pet him.
"It's ok, Hector, you tried your best." He said. Aubrey hit him.
"This is no time to play around!" She said.
"I wasn't! Hector was just trying to help!" Kel yelled. Hero had to break up the fight.
As they traveled through the woods, they found a cave. Inside was a Wise Rock. They gave him some clams for some bad advice.
"Yell ALL THE TIME!" The rock yelled. The group crossed a bridge, a very misty bridge. It was long. Then, Omori saw someone. It looked like Basil! Kinda. Omori ran after him, everyone else following suit. But the stranger disappeared. Omori stopped. He looked at Ralts.
Ralts shook its head. Ralts was confused. It sensed both hostility and comfort from the stranger. It made no sense.
The group eventually found Berly's ball, but not Basil. They returned to the playground. Once their, Berly approached them.
"I guess I should thank you guys for finding my ball. So, I'm gonna teach one of you my special skill! But first, who here is the most hard headed?"
Kel nudged Aubrey.
"Well it's obviously Aubrey!" He said.
"What?!" Aubrey said, looking angry.
"Perfect, I knew I saw potential in you! Come here! And bring Nidoran with you." Berly said.
Aubrey did as told.
"OK ok, see that guy and his Pokémon?" Berly asked.
"I know who Van is" Aubrey said. Berly ignored that.
"OK, so what you two are going to do is…"
Berly ran up and headbutted Van.
"Just like that."
Aubrey looked around.
"I don't know…won't it hurt?"
"Psh. No!" Berly said, a little to quick.
"And it could mess up my hair…" Aubrey said.
Berly looks frustrated.
"Come on, Aubrey! Live a little! Come on Come on Come on Come on-"
"Alright fine!" Aubrey said, but only to get Berly to shut up.
She sent out Nidoran ♀️. Then, she ran at Van full speed and jumped at home headfirst. Nidoran♀️ ran at Abomasnow and hit it with its head.
"Woooo~ my head kind of hurts…" Aubrey said. Berly ran up to her.
"Nice job! I knew I saw potential in you!" Berly said. She then scribbled something on a piece of paper.
"Congrats! You passed the test! From this day forward, I declare you a certified Headbutter! Take this certificate, show your friends! I'm sure they'll be proud!" Berly said before going to play Tetherball.
Aubrey held the certificate, unsure of what to do with it when Nidoran ♀️ grabbed it and took it over to the others.
"Hey! Nidoran!" Aubrey yelled, but it was too late. Kel had seen it.
"You got the Butt Certificate! Hahahaha!" He teased.
"Kel! Give it to me!" She said and snatched it from his hand before giving it to Omori. Omori saw his sister on her picnic blanket. He ran over to her, with his friends following. Mari saw the group.
"Hey guys! Any luck finding Basil?" Mari asked. Basil's Pokémon went up to the kids, hoping they found Basil.
"No. No luck…" Hero said.
"I miss Basil…" Aubrey said.
"Hey! You know that ladder in the corner? Why don't we climb it!" Kel suggested. Omori looked a little nervous.
"But…Omori is afraid of heights…" Aubrey said.
"I'm sure it will be fine. Omori, do you think you can do it?" Mari asked him. Omori thought, then nodded.
"Alright! Don't worry Omori! You'll be fine!" Aubrey said.
"And if you fall, Ralts can use psychic to catch you!" Kel said. Aubrey smacked him.
"Don't say that! He won't fall!" Aubrey said.
The group left and went to the ladder.
When they got there, Omori was kind of nervous.
"Ok guys. Why don't we return our Pokémon to their Pokéballs?" Hero suggested. Everyone began to, but Ralts used Psychic to keep Omori from returning it, Mawile or Musharna. They knew he didn't have their Pokéballs. They aren't his Pokémon. They are Sunny's Pokémon. Omori looked at the trio and shrugged, not looking for Pokéballs. He approached the ladder.
"Don't worry, Omori. We're right here." Aubrey said. Ralts and Mawile put their hands on his leg and smiled and him. Musharna nodded. Omori looked at his three friends. As scared as he was, he needed to find Basil. He touched the ladder. He felt like hands were surrounding him before they abruptly disappeared. He was no longer afraid of heights.
Omori climbed, Aubrey followed, then Kel, then Mawile, then Ralts, then Hero.
As they got higher, they stopped.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HECTOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Hey guys, I think I dropped something." Kel said. He checked his pockets. There was Spinda's Pokéball, Snom's Pokéball, and…
"Hey, I can't find Hector!"
"I think I saw something fall!" Hero said.
Author's note
Honestly, I think that part where you just explore Vast Forest is the most boring part of the game. Then again, I always end up there for at least an hour because I can't find Berly's stupid BALL! Anyway, read, review, send some asks to me or the characters!
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Three Kijimi Spice Runners!” Whirred the droid tender as he slid the glasses across the bar. Norath snatched the largest of the drinks and began to drain the cocktail in long swallows. “Whoa there Kev, there is a lot of booze in these Spice Runners!” Warned Hugh as he reached for his own cup. Norath wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and took a deep breath trying to steady his growing embarrassment. Kaz looked just as confused as Hype. “I’ve never heard of Cad Bane either.” “Ha!” “That guy is a washed up old man. He was bounty hunter scum before and after the Empire. He must be a million years old if he’s even still alive that is.” Came the gruff voice of none other than the Black Ace himself and ex-imperial navy commander, Griff Halloran. Norath whirled around on his bar stool, teeth bared in a defensive snarl. Golden eyes burned in the dim bar lighting. “He is still very much alive.” Snarled Norath as he locked eyes with Griff’s steely grey stare. “He was on a job on Dantooine 2 weeks ago. I saw him when Jade Squadron flew in to escort new recruits off the planet.” Norath in the midst of a rage didn’t realize how close he had gotten into Griff’s personal space. He had crowded all the way in to the muscular pilot, almost brushing chests. Teeth still bared and eyes flashing with anger, Norath was ready for a fight and Griff had no problem indulging him. Before either could strike Bo Keevil, a fellow Ace, a Kel Dor male, grabbed Griff by the shoulder and pulled him away from the young Duros. Hugh taking Bo’s advice yanked his friend by the scarf away from the impending danger. Griff’s icy glare still on Norath’s allowed himself to be lead away to a booth at the far end of the tavern. “What is your problem, you have a death wish or something? Griff could have destroyed you!” Screamed Hype. Norath scoffed and drained the rest of his Spice Runner in silence. “Another?” Questioned Glitch. “Yeah, and make it even stronger.” Answered the cranky Duros. Kaz rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok, I get it. It’s hard to hear people say horrible things about someone you obviously respect so much.” “Griff is just…well…Griff. I’m sure he’ll come around eventually.” Another even stiffer Kijimi Spice Runner slid across the bar in front of Norath and he welcomed the comforting burn of the alcohol and the numbing of his senses. Hype ordered a drink and headed to the back of the bar to be with his fellow Ace’s. The three Resistance fighters continued on as they were until Norath let out a sudden gasp. “He’s here! He’s aboard The Colossus! Why? What business could he possibly have on this sleepy little refueling station?” Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him. Maybe the drinks were even stronger than he thought. “Don’t make it obvious, but in the corner near the Sabac table? Is that who I think it is?” Whispered Norath to his companions. Hugh nonchalantly turned his head to the left appearing to be stretching out a crick in his neck. He returned back with his findings. “Why yes, I do believe we are in the presence of a celebrity. It is none other than Cad Fucking Bane himself.” Hugh smiled at his star struck friend. “You gonna go over and introduce yourself?” “I…” Norath saw Bane seated in a private booth in the darkened corner of the tavern. The neon ceiling light hanging over the Sabac table illuminated his handsome and mature features. His wide brim hat hid his ruby eyes, but his sapphire skin, unique facial scars and breathing apparatus gave his identity away. A glint of light bounced off his matching LL30 pistols and his long blue fingers wrapped around his glass of whisky. “You might never get another chance to meet the man.” Coaxed Hugh. Norath bit his lower lip, downed the rest of his drink and began the slow purposeful walk towards his idol. “It’s now or never Kev.”
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AU where due to complicated circumstances Aubrey is the one to (begrudgingly) knock on the door to Sunny's house? And the state she finds the kid in (too small, too pale, too skinny, jesus when was the last time he slept is, he supposed to be *this* quiet) is worrying enough that her mind blanks, she completely forgets to be angry at Sunny, and instead bodily drags him out of his house to try to fix it somehow. Maybe some early Kel reconciliation, and/or Sunny + concerned hooligans interactions?
This is a cool idea nonnie! I’m suffering with intense writer’s block rn but let’s see if I can get a little bit of a fire going with a brand new AU
Aubrey was out with her mom when she hears the news about Sunny moving.
In one of her rare good days, her mom had gotten up, showered, and even attempted to make Aubrey some breakfast. It was nice, it was unexpectedly nice. Aubrey knew she shouldn’t trust it, but there was knowing and then there was having her mom smile at her and gently brush her hair out of her face. After breakfast her mom suggested that they should go to the grocery store to get ingredients for dinner. Her mom wanted to make one of Aubrey’s grandmother’s recipes, something she hadn’t done in years. Aubrey was excited.
Then at the grocery store they encountered Kel and his mother. Aubrey and Kel had an unspoken truce that when parents were around they were civil. Or rather, Aubrey decided she would be civil, and Kel was the same as he had ever been. Irritating. They were gathering their own supplies to go get Hero from school, they would be back in a day with Hero for to stay for the rest of the summer. Kel’s mom was comparing apples looking for bruises and spots when she offhandedly said that she was glad they would be home before Sunny and Sharon left.
Left? Apparently they were moving in four days. The house was sold, the boxes were packed, and his mom was already in their new house getting everything ready. Aubrey tried not to let any of her emotions show on her face, but her already short fuse was alight. Of course Sunny was abandoning them. It wasn’t bad enough to tear himself away from them when they needed him most, but now he was completely giving up.
Aubrey walked away from where their moms were conversing, needing the space and the air. To her annoyance, Kel followed her. She didn’t want to entertain a conversation, but apparently neither did he. He just wanted her to check on Sunny while he was gone. The idiot had been knocking on his door for four years. Did Kel never learn? Was he really that much of a dumbass? Kel ignored her insulting reply and just asked her again to knock on Sunny’s door. An entire childhood of being friends should be worth just knocking on his door once. Aubrey agreed just to get Kel to leave her alone, she had no intention of actually doing it.
But then...her mom didn’t make dinner that night. Aubrey went up to her room and waited for her mom to call her down. She waited, and waited, and finally when the sun was beginning to set she climbed down from the attic to find her mom passed out on the couch, the stench of alcohol staining the air. She had broken her promise...again. It shouldn’t be disappointing, but it was.
So that was why Aubrey was standing in front of Sunny’s door now, pounding on it hard enough to make her knuckles ache. She hated him, and she hated Kel, and she was far past furious, but she wasn’t a liar. She had said she would do this, so she would. Aubrey would look Sunny in the eye, tell him to go fuck himself, and then she could finally wash her hands of all of them.
Aubrey was mid ramming her hand against the wood, when the doorknob shook. She stepped back, waiting with her arms crossed. She was practically vibrating with anger. Then she saw Sunny. He was standing in front of her, staring and waiting. All she could do was stare and wait back, because she barely recognized the boy in front of her. It wasn’t that he had changed in looks all that much, in fact he looked almost exactly the same as he did when they were kids, but he just seemed....dead. His eyes were dead, and his expression was dead, and a part of Aubrey was almost positive that if she looked for a pulse on his wrist she might not find it.
So on a whim, and without really thinking about what she was doing, Aubrey grabbed Sunny by the front of his vest and dragged him out into the sunlight with her.
#Am I casually slipping in sunny's moms name here?#yes yes I am#I do have headcanons for everyone's parents names#and reasoning behidn them#if y'all are interested I'll tell you#They will be said in Not Again too#soooo#Also I did my usual thing of like#getting too deep into one moment and not moving the plot far enough#RIP#Don't worry y'all I'm continuing this ASAP#omori#omori au#omori headcanons#omori aubrey#omori kel#omori sunny#omori sunnys mother#omori aubreys mother#omori kels mother#what should we call this one?#let's think about
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It Can Be Both (Emily x Alex x Kelley x Reader)
Request: Kelley,Emily,Alex, and yn now like two on each team and yn is a goal keeper just watching confused wondering what the hell everyone is on and how it’s going to end later (You know)
Author’s Note: I’m going to be honest- this felt very much like a rebound after doing gravity. Like something to get my writing juices flowing again. it ends with a touch of sexual content so warning. hit me up if you have questions or just wanna chat.
You knew it was going to be a rough one before you even stepped on the pitch. Hell, you knew it was gonna be bad when Alex and Kelley started betting before national team camp had even started.
Though they were two of the most competitive people on the planet, you and Emily were not (off the pitch at least). But it was hard to stay out of it when their performance, chosen rewards, and/or punishments very much included the both of you.
You barely even got to admire how good either of your girlfriends looked in white (you made sure Alex knew your feelings about her in that galaxy kit) before things started to get wild.
“Come on ref!” You yelled, running a gloved hand frustratedly through your hair and shaking your head. Was Sonnett’s challenge hard, yes, but did it deserve a yellow? You didn’t think so.
You could guess that some of Emily's aggression came from the reward Kelley negotiated for them if the Spirit beat the Pride. At least Alex was laughing it off and standing.
“Looks like your girls are trying to murder each other,” Ali snorted, pausing just outside the box to protect against a counter if the corner kick in the other box went south.
“Vlatko’s probably shitting his pants,” You mumbled, wincing as Emily and Alex clashed again. God, Emily wanted to win.
“What’s gotten into them,” Ali asked, just as your two defenders collapsed the pocket Alex was trying to slip through.
You raised your eyebrow at the defender, your cheeks a little red (blatantly ignoring Kelley’s wink from across the field), “you really don’t want to know,”
Ali looked between you and the three women battling it out on the field, smirking a little. Even though she had seen it more times than she could count, it was still a little strange to see your tall frame look so flustered. “Ooo, so it’s one of those games?”
“I didn’t ask to be a part of it,” you huffed, crossing your arms indignantly.
“So there’s not something riding on you getting a clean sheet?” It was Ali’s turn to raise her eyebrows. More red-colored your cheeks, so much so you were sure it was all the way up to your ears by now.
It wasn’t a secret that it was a thing during the World Cup. One that you very much enjoyed, especially after you pulled off a PK save in the final to come out with a clean sheet.
You paused, biting your lip. “Not tonight,”
Ali laughed loudly as Alex set up for her another corner. “Ah, so it all depends on them then?”
You shrugged. Most of the time you really hated giving up control, but Alex also promised you would like what she picked (even if you weren’t planning on participating). You also trusted Emily and Kelley to stick to your limits, no matter how stoked they were on winning (if they won).
You sighed when Emily marked Alex just a touch too closely again. “More like Alex and Kel. Guess they got Em on board too,”
“Did you expect them not to?” Ali asked, her voice showing that she already knew the answer.
“No, just thought Emily would be on my side,” You grumbled, a gloved hand scratching the back of your neck.
“Well, I’m sure you won’t enjoy whatever they have planned at all,” Ali rolled her eyes and patted your shoulder, before heading off as the Spirit tried to counter.
“Shut up,” You huffed, backing up towards goal, your cheeks still very red. You still had 80is minutes to go before you would find out exactly what your girlfriends had planned.
*****
You had seen a lot of bad refs, but this one was something special. She was micromanaging the field, and you were starting to get tired of it.
“What the fuck,” You grumbled in between giving your defense direction.
It was one thing to yell at Kelley for being a little rough (even if it was with Alex), and another to argue with her about
“Surprised she hasn’t hit her yet,” Emily said, side-eyeing you.
“Be surprised I haven’t hit you yet,” You huffed, barely sparing your blond defender a glance. Fouling as much as she had wasn’t good form, and it wouldn’t help her case with Vlatko.
Plus you were too busy watching the refs try to corral your most stubborn girlfriend. Her irritation was palpable and you knew if the Ref kept pushing, Kelley was probably going to respond exactly how Emily thought she would.
“Ooo, kinky,” She laughed.
You rolled your eyes. “Just clean it up and chill out alright? We need to be able to play to make the team,”
She snorted, bumping you with her elbow. “Not a chance with what Al put on the line,”
“I don’t care what she bet. Cool it so we all walk out tonight,” You growled a little more firmly, taking on the tone you used when giving orders on the pitch. The voice that always made her and Kelley listen to you when they were giving you shit for being younger.
Instead of saluting like she normally would, a very large smirk broke across Emily’s face. “You have no idea what she chose do you?”
You froze, finally looking towards the defender and blinking owlishly at her.
So maybe you hadn’t considered that Alex would include you in the bet, and factor in your opinion on her chosen reward. You thought maybe you would just get to watch whatever they had decided and stay safe from whatever punishment if you lost.
Emily cackled as the ball sailed right past your state of stupor, running off to celebrate before you could even respond.
Despite being in a relationship with them for nearly 2 years, it still caught you off guard sometimes when they included you. It took you a very long time to open up and accept their love (and their physical touch), and even though you were comfortable now, it was still a weird experience to have them care. To have them always think of you when making plans (even ones you weren’t sure you wanted to be involved in).
You blinked again, shaking your head as though it would help you clear your thoughts. It didn’t, but a warm hand on your shoulder and an annoyed (but concerned voice) in your ear helped.
“Hey space cadet, you ok there?”
“Um, yeah,” You smiled tightly at Alex, allowing yourself to lean into her for just a second. It was hard to focus on the game with all the stuff running around your head.
“Good, cause the ref just called back the kick. Get ready to go again,” She said softly, brushing a fallen strand from your eyes. “and keep your eyes on the ball this time,” She smirked, tapping your nose.
You wrinkled it under her finger. She laughed a little. It was nice to see you so relaxed, even when you were surrounded by so many people. Maybe they would have to play these little games more often, you know if it could get you to let down your stoic exterior. “You can stare at Em later after we win. She’ll be in a much more… enjoyable position,” she wiggled her eyebrows and squeezed your shoulder.
“Eye eye captain,” You saluted, earning another laugh.
“You’ve been hanging out with Emily too much,” she said, with the roll of her eyes as she headed off to her position for the re-kick.
You wouldn’t let it slip past you again. Alex was right, you would be able to enjoy your girlfriends later.
*****
“That fucking goal should have counted and you know it,” Kelley grumbled as she slipped into the back seat with you.
“Well it didn’t,” you mumbled, scooting over as Emily hopped into the other side, effectively trapping you between them.
“You two cheated anyway,” Alex said from the front seat, glancing back at the three of you in the rear view mirror. You didn’t know it yet, but this was very much part of her plan.
“We did not,” Kelley snorted, shuffling even closer to you, so your thighs were pressed together, just as Emily did the same thing on your other side. You didn’t think much of it, both defenders were always rather cuddly after a game.
“So Em distracting y/n wasn’t part of the plan?” Alex asked, raising a signature eyebrow in the mirror (sharing a look with Kelley - one you didn’t see.)
“And neither of you were trying to remove Alex’s ankles from her body?” You added, wigging a little as Emily’s hand landed on your thigh, just a bit too high to be a friendly touch.
“We plead the fifth,” She said softly, very close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
You sucked in a shallow breath when Kelley’s hand joined hers on your other thigh. Her lips touched your neck and worked their way up to your ear.
“But can I just say, your red cheeks made you look very cute tonight,” she purred, nibbling at the skin on your ear, just as Emily did the same on your other side.
The heat returned to your cheeks, and your hands clenched on your knees. You weren’t quite sure what you were supposed to do with them.
“I’m not cute,” You muttered, your fingers tapped uncomfortably on your legs. You didn’t like not being the one in control.
“Just sit back and enjoy it babe,” Emily hummed, her lips working from behind your ear all the way back down your neck to nibble on your collarbone. her hand also shifted to intertwine your fingers.
The small act helped you to relax a little, and you squeezed her fingers in thanks.
“Yeah, we’re gonna take very good care of you,” You could feel Kelley’s smirk just behind your ear as her fingers traced a little higher. You knew you could put a stop to this if you really wanted to, but you weren’t sure that you did.
You found Alex’s eyes in the mirror, flicking between the road and your face.
“Thought this was your reward, not mine,” You said, your voice coming out in little pants.
She smiled slyly at you. “Why can’t it be both?”
Kelley’s hand squeezed your thigh, just as Emily scraped her teeth along your shoulder. “Yeah?” Kelley asked into your ear.
“Yeah. It can be both,”
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A Candle in the Night
In which Luminara finds a heavily injured Jedi, nurses him back to health, and falls in love.
Then they get back to the real world, and she just can’t figure him out…
For day two of Anakin Rarepair week, inspired entirely by that one anon.
Chapter 2 is up on AO3!
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Skywalker looks up from the datapad he’s poking around on, jerking with surprise. It’s not quite a flinch, but she maybe should have made an attempt to project her approach. She isn’t sure if he’s quite trained himself out of war reflexes yet.
“Lu—I mean, Knight Unduli,” he corrects himself immediately. “Er, take a seat?”
She does so.
The chairs of the archives are not, perhaps, the most comfortable in the Temple, but they are padded and ergonomically designed, and the ones for humans suit a Mirialan just fine. The three additional vertebrae that a Mirialan has are not enough to make these chairs a problem for her. So much of their galaxy is built around the majority population being humans. She is lucky, in that she is of a near-human species herself, and that most of those structures accommodate her with minimal fuss. Were she Kel-Dor or Thisspiasian, perhaps, her life would be a fair turn more difficult.
“You can call me Luminara, you know,” she tells him. “I rather imagine we know each other well enough by now.”
He grins hesitantly at her. “You’ll call me Anakin, then?”
“I’d like to, yes.” She tilts her head, telegraphing her glance at his datapad, and finds some senate records. “Brushing up on your politics, then?”
He blinks and looks down, and then snorts. “You could say that. No idea what I’m looking for, so I’m just trying to get a feel for what I’m even looking at.”
“Would you like some help?”
“If you aren’t busy?” He scoots his chair closer, and shifts some of the pads closer. “I’m trying to understand the budgeting process for Senate-sourced funding of the Temple. I know there’s a war budget in there somewhere, in case there’s a Sith resurgence or another form of darksider that rises to an army-level threat somehow, but I can’t figure out how the money gets there, or what the budget is even called. It’s referenced in the original Ruusan treaties, so it’s there, but at some point it was moved and renamed, possibly more than once, and I can’t find it.”
“I see.” She pulls a few of the pads over. His research methods aren’t quite structured enough for what he’s doing, but it’s not the worst she’s encountered. She imagines she’d be similarly out of her depth if she were researching engine types. “Do you have some context for the project you’re doing?”
“Not entirely,” he says. He doesn’t meet her eyes. “It’s… can I just say that it’s for Master Dyas? The actual background to the mess I’m trying to untangle is complicated and mostly classified.”
“I’ll see what I can do with what we have,” she says. She marks off a few points that he’s found, checks it against the others, and stands. “Follow me. I’ll run you through how to use the history and politics section search algorithms. I gather you’re more used to the ones for navigation and mechanics?”
“Pretty much,” he says. They wind through the shelves, away from the isolated research table—designed as such to ensure peace and privacy for those who need to focus without distraction—and to the catalog consoles. “I also need to look into… something about the divesting of power from the Chancellor to the Senate during the Reformation, but honestly? I’m having enough trouble with the budget question, and that’s one I at least sort of understand. Obi-Wan said he could help me get it, but he and Master Jinn got called away for a mission, and I don’t really…”
“Know anyone but Obi-Wan, myself, and the council?” Luminara prompts.
He shrugs. “Pretty much. Feels a bit weird to bother Madame Nu about it before I’ve exhausted what I can do.”
Luminara disagrees, but it’s hardly a big deal when she’s here to help instead. “I understand. Show me what method you were using? I’ll adjust it and help you understand where you might have used the wrong process once I see what you’re already doing.”
--
After an afternoon of research, where Luminara finds that Anakin was absolutely not exaggerating his difficulty with anything in the realm of civic duty and understanding of governmental structures, they go to the salles.
“After all,” Anakin says, actually looking excited in a way that isn’t touched by the grief she’s never quite seen him without, “we made a pact, didn’t we?”
Hardly. She smiles and nods anyway, because the details aren’t the point. They make it to the salles, and start to stretch. A few minutes later, just as they start to warm up with a few forms, a class of younglings enter. The younger Skywalker is among them.
The crèchemaster shrugs when Luminara asks. “We heard that Knight Skywalker was in the salles, and Initiate Ani asked if we could observe. Apparently, he’s not had the chance to see a lightsaber in proper action, yet.”
The little boy is, indeed, bouncing where he’s sat pretzeled on the floor. The excitement radiates off of him.
“I don’t mind if Luminara doesn’t,” Anakin says.
“I don’t see a problem with it,” she agrees. “Hello, little Ani.”
The boy puffs up, just like before. “I’m not little!”
“You’re certainly much smaller than your uncle,” Luminara tells him. “You’ll be Little Ani until you catch up, methinks.”
He pouts. It is, in the manner of all children that age, adorable.
They get to sparring. Anakin is, much like she expected, beautiful in motion. She wonders vaguely at what he would look like from the outside, but it’s a distant thought when he’s bearing down on her without even the pretense of difficulty. It’s terrifying, or would be if she had any real fear of him. Even so, she is hard pressed to keep up, and being a knight for three years, being his senior in age by just as much, means nothing when their specialties are so very different.
The children are enthralled. There is nothing as entertaining as a lightsaber battle, as friendly as this one is.
Anakin moves wildly, almost violently. She can tell he has control, or he’d be much worse off in their spar, but it always looks as though he’s moving as fast and as hard as he can, without care for form or function. It’s frustrating, because the part of her that takes pride in how carefully she’s perfected her own forms is impacted directly by his seeming disregard for precision.
It is something to work on. She should not be so upset by imagined blows to her pride. She shouldn’t be offended by hurt pride at all. It’s unbecoming, and it’s one of those things that people will constantly and ever try to use against her, as they do to any Jedi who works in a diplomatic function. There are too many politicians in the Galaxy who find their amusement in trying to get a Jedi to crack.
She needs to be better.
He disarms her, and she is graceful about the defeat. She’d known this would end in loss, for all that she’d hoped to impress him at least a little. There is nothing to be surprised about.
It’s not impossible for her to win, but it is unlikely. She already knows that this is a man who wears armor as comfortable as he does robes. She’d found him in it, after all.
“Again,” she says.
“Of course, madame.” He doesn’t even seem to be breathing the slightest bit harder than usual. Infuriating man.
She’d like to kiss that smirk off his face. It is an inappropriate thought to be having, and she reminds herself, as she has every time since these thoughts began, that this man is still grieving, and that he carries more secrets than she may be ready to dance with.
Luminara takes her stance, and Anakin takes his, and they begin once more.
--
They drift apart and together over the course of months. It is a holding pattern, in some ways. Anakin has projects for the council that Luminara isn’t at all allowed to know about, and Luminara has diplomatic missions every other week or so. She gleans, from the words that go unsaid in their meetings, that he has mandatory psychiatric counseling more often than most Jedi.
“They won’t let him leave the Temple unless he goes,” little Ani says. He’s showing her a drawing he’s done, which looks more like a droid schematic than the standard doodle a child that age might have. He is also gossiping.
(Luminara hadn’t even come here for him, but to visit the toddler that is Barriss Offee. Ani’s crèche clan lives just a few doors down, however, and she’s not one to turn down such an opportunity.)
“But he said I have to go, too,” Ani continues. “Because I’ve got a lot of the same problems.”
For a blank and horrified moment, Luminara thinks he means the war.
After a moment, she realizes he means the childhood of slavery.
“That seems appropriate,” she tells him. “Have you been going?”
Ani shrugs. “Yeah. It’s weird, but it makes Uncle feel better about him going, so I guess that’s a good thing, right?”
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