#AH. sorry a lot of rambling but ive been thinking about it quite a bit T_T.......

[universeschoir]

ive liked like. a lot of bpd coded characters but siffrin is the most bpd coded character that i know of that i can like. relate to the most?

[kumasakka]

idk if you guys are accepting rqs but ive been following since yall started so might as well shoot my shot 😹🤫

i am in desperate need of sugishita (windbre) x reader so may i request general dating hcs for a sugi x gn!reader who comes off as standoffish/cold but is really chatty when getting to know them??

THE PERSONALITY IS SELF INDULGENT BUT LIFES TOO SHORT and i wanna keep it vague sorry im rambling im nervous but thank you if you do!!! 💖💖

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. s.kyotaro x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. general dating headcanon with our underrated favorite character, sugishita kyotaro <3 boy deserves much more love guys .

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~0.99k . IT'S A LOT .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff. lots of fluff I think. gn!reader. It's my first time writing headcanons and gender neutral reader ( gender doesn't get mentioned though ). but I tried my best, anon. expect to be a little disappointed. still hoping you'll enjoy this though !! spoiler - free. <3

　୨୧ How did you two meet? Well, good question.

　୨୧ But I imagine you both definitely met through Umemiya. Like there aren't any reasons why you two should talk to each other. You're a student from another high school of course, not in Furin like Sugishita and Umemiya is. How you met umemiya is a different story.

　୨୧ Umemiya needs to do a lot so the two of you can get more comfortable with each other as if he was the bridge between two quiet cities, he does it unconsciously although. If he wasn't there, you'd probably stare at each other before returning to your own matters. You seemed like a cold person in Sugishita's eyes and Sugishita seemed like he would easily burst when not around Umemiya.

　୨୧ At first you thought he was rather hostile towards you, not really fond with the idea of someone other next to Umemiya, someone who's not even from Furin. And whenever he parted his lips to tell to you something, you thought he would threaten you in some way so you'd leave his precious Umemiya alone. He of course noticed your wariness, deciding to leave you alone so you wouldn't feel more uncomfortable next to him.

　୨୧ Seems like you misunderstood his actions though, since the reason behind his actions was once again Umemiya. Only because Umemiya mentioned it would be nice if you two understood each other. Yeah now you felt bad.

　୨୧ After learning this fact, you decided you should take the first step and apologizing for the misunderstanding. Sugishita accepted and took the opportunity to get to know you better.

　୨୧ To be honest, the first few interactions were quite awkward as you both watered Umemiya's plants, not knowing how to start a conversation or have a small talk. And damn, small talks are weird—weird awkward. But after some time, you got more and more comfortable, starting to converse with him about random things and enjoying to yap about the last few days.

　୨୧ Sugishita remains quiet while listening to your rambles and even caring enough to reply your questions or suggestions. Ah, the cold persona faded and it turns out you were a real chatty person who could smile a lot around people you feel comfortable with. Even if he doesn't admit it, he feels a bit honored to be a person you can get comfortable with.

　୨୧ Yeah one day you started dating which surprised the most. You don't seem to fit each other and your personalities didn't match. Oh how wrong they were...

　୨୧ I would imagine that he takes the chance to pick you up from school from time to time while patrolling the town, also walking behind of the rest of the group so you both are alone and have your own peace, not noticing how the others always glance back to you with a curious gleam in their eyes.

　୨୧ Well, you either hang out on the rooftop of Furin, at yours or walk through the town. I promise you, even if you both walk pass a street hundreds of times, you both just don't care, still enjoying every bit and savoring every second.

　୨୧ Surprisingly, he also spends less time with Umemiya than before, rather using his free time to spend it with you and to listen to your daily rambles. Wow Umemiya did the work of an Angel and he is proud that the relationship works out for both of you, god he's so happy for you two.

　୨୧ Except him to beat the shit out of anyone who has ill intentions towards you, who glares at you, who speaks shit about you— the list goes on and on. Don't be surprised if he goes away for a sec, just to return with some bruises ( if that person managed to land a hit on him, that is ).

　୨୧ Loves, loves, loves, LOVES when you patch him up after a fight and when you fuss about him. It just shows how much you care about him. And he is silently savoring every second of it, also using this to get your affections and comfort. He is not a baby. But he secretly is ( only a bit though ). If you tell someone about this side of his other than Umemiya, expect him to be not fond of getting patched up by you anymore ( he still loves it ). He's just a bit sad that you "betrayed" him. It was supposed to his peace between you two. So please don't tell anyone. Please.

　୨୧ Imagine you get hurt infront of him. Yeah now the hell breaks out and his inner demon is showing. The dude who hurt you probably sleeps in the hospital for some weeks.

　୨୧ He would inwardly blame himself for getting you into his shit while staying by your side the whole time. If the accident was really bad that you're also in the hospital, he would ask Umemiya to skip school so he can stay beside you and Umemiya, knowing the kind of guy he is, allowed him to. At this point, he would quietly follow you everywhere around, making other patients wonder. If you need to pee, he would stand infront of the door of course.

　୨୧ Sugishita even spends two third of his time with you, not making the same mistake again and protects you from any danger. You know how proud he would if you can fight? You're so badass, is his only thought. Well there are a lot of other praises in his mind.

　୨୧ Girl, if you ever worry that he doesn't love you, because he doesn't show much affection, worry not. If there are times he puts you over Umemiya, be assured. And if he puts you over Umemiya all the time, you shouldn't even dare to worry. He even cares to listen to your stories and remembers what your favorite things are.

　୨୧ On your birthday, there will be a basket of your favorite things in his hand. Cause he LOVES you.

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's note — I HOPE HE ISN'T TOO OOC. by the way don't worry about rambling in your request <3 I'd love to listen.

[musubiki]

Hey!! I absolutely love your work! It's been a great time going through your arts and comic on webtoons. But, as of now, I am kinda confused with the arrangement. So, have you updated The Cat Witch's Guild on Webtoon and then the rest part has been posted on some other platform or are the posts on tumblr just random insights and theories? I apologize if I'm being slow about this but I searched and I couldn't really understand the order so I figured that I might as well ask hehe.

Also, incase if you haven't updated the toon in regular format then also, no pressure whatsoever. Take you time! I just need to know the order or want to confirm if I'm missing smthg important so that I can enjoy irrespective of the spoilers XD

Tc!! <3

ah yeah sorry if its confusing!! i started posted about tcwg here on tumblr first, and then made the webtoon which is the "official" story thats in order and everything!!

stuff on here is just random, out of order, shitposting, theory-crafting, rambles and shambles!!! most things on here are canon (or hypothetically canon) but theres no timeframe!! sometimes i post about tcwg events happening at the time where the webtoon currently is, sometimes i draw from the post-timeskip, sometimes from their childhood, its whatever i feel!!

i dont have an official order of reading the posts ive made about them (both art and text) because its just...way too much and im all over the place LOL!!! the best advice i can give is start from the VERY beginning of my posts and work your way to the present if you want all the details ive spewed (but its a LOT so its not nessecary)

(its also worth noting that starting from the beginning and working to the recent posts is also better because sometimes i change my mind about topics/character/storylines, so the more recent ones are the most accurate!!! i think its easier than starting at the recent posts and working into the past cuz the info will differ and itll be confusing lol..,..)

but again theres no need to dig deep into all the stuff!!1 i mustve made like 1000 posts about them between art and text by now so its quite a bit,..

[yami-writes]

BabyCat

(header by me)

Summary: Todoroki's s/o gets hit by a quirk that not only turns her into a baby, but also~ a cat. It is now his job to take care of her until she turns back.

Word count: 1.6k

warnings: fluff (sprinkled angst tehe)

a/n: hello! its been a while since ive actually finished a fic, but here’s my entry(?) for @mha_random_thoughts ‘s ShouCat week! <3

Todoroki’s eyes widened when he saw yaoyorozu holding what seemed to be a mini version of his girlfriend and Mr. Aizawa standing behind her. “She got hit by a quirk.” he firmly stated. “To be specific, the quirk turned her into what seems to be a 3 year old child….” yaoyorozu she said, as she closely examined you “and…… a cat…”  “Yeah whatever, just take care of her until she turns back. Yaoyorozu can answer your questions on how to take care of her.” Aizawa walked away, mumbling something about it being too early. Yaoyorozu carefully sets you down on the floor and watches as you latch onto her leg “i'm- im not really sure how you would go about taking care of her~ so you on your own, sorry, todoroki……” she says, as she places you on the couch beside her and walks off, presumably to her room. Todoroki took a glance at you, then at his phone; 7:35am. “How do you get yourself into these situations, y/n…?” he sighed, as he looked back at you. He took a good look at you; you seemed like a normal 3 year old as yaoyorozu said, but you had cat ears on the top of your head. His heart instantly melted at the sight of you. Two things he loves in one! He reached out his hand before immediately pulling back, like he was scared. Scared of burning or freezing you, perhaps? He certainly didn't know how to go about holding you, which would be essential in taking care of you, luckily that debate with himself didn't last long, as you had gotten up and latched on his left leg while he was distracted. You felt him flinch before immediately picking you up with his left hand “so you like my left side, huh?” he asked, but you obviously didn't answer, instead you made yourself comfortable against his chest, feeling the warmth emitting from him. “I'll take that as a yes.” 

~

Todoroki decided it would be best to stay in his dorm until it was time to get ready for classes, just so he wouldn't have you taking everyone’s attention. He tried to get himself together and figure out how to take care of you, but he was having difficulty, all he could see was his father. He didn't want to be like him, he wanted to be caring, he wanted to be a good parent, but he didnt know how. All he could see was his past abuse and it was starting to get to him. Any simple mistake he made would affect you one way or another, but he didn’t know how to prevent those mistakes from happening. He didn't have anything to go off of and it was slowly tearing him apart. He wasn't even sure how to pick you up, all he knew was that you liked his left side, but what if he burns you? He knows you're probably sensitive to temperatures, but he doesn't know how hot or cold it could get until it's unhealthy. Todoroki’s inner panic was put to a pause when he felt your small body cuddle on his left side yet again. Just having your body so close to his put him at ease. He went with his instincts and picked you up and held you close. Any worries he had before melted away at the sight of you falling asleep almost instantly in his arms.

~

Todoroki took a glance down at his phone; 8:15am. Seems like a good time to head down to the common room. He got up and made his way over, the sudden movement waking you. There surprisingly weren’t a lot of people, but fair considering it was an early Friday morning. He walked over to the kitchen to get you some breakfast “uhm….. What do you eat?” he asked, as he carefully places you on the kitchen island. The two of you basically have a staring contest until he decides to take a look around the kitchen for something you would be able to eat. As he was rummaging around in the fridge, he placed a very red, shiny, ripe apple right beside you. Your little cat ears pointed upwards as you reached for the very appealing fruit. but In that moment, Todoroki spun around and grabbed the fruit before you could even lay a finger on it. reflexes? You pouted as he took the apple you desired and put it out of reach. “I'll cut the apple so you can eat it. Do you want some milk with that?” he asked, as he got out a knife, to which you nodded.

~

Todoroki put down a plate of beautifully sliced apples and a small glass of milk for you to enjoy. He watched as your face instantly lit up before picking up a slice of apple. Your small baby fangs(?) bit into the apple slice, as he watched you enjoy the small meal he prepared for you. “Oh hey, todoroki!” he heard a familiar voice say “ah, Midoriya….” he responded, not taking your eyes off you. “Uhm… is that a child..?” the green-haired boy asked “w-wait… Y/N!?” He inspected you closely, taking note of every detail while your boyfriend stands behind him, very silent. “Interesting, this is probably the result of quirks merging and becoming more complex…” he continued his incoherent rambling as todoroki picked you up and brought you away from him.

~

Todoroki sat down on a couch and sat you down on his lap. He took out his phone to check the time; 8:50am. “We have some extra time, what do you wanna do?” he asked. He listened intently to your incoherent babbling, remembering your current state. “Todoroki!” he heard another familiar voice say “what are you doing? You're going to be late!” iida said, chopping the air. “Uhm, its not time yet.” todoroki responded, taking note that iida seemed to not notice you. “At this rate you are going to be late! As class rep i cannot allow that!” “.....ok.”

~

Todoroki got up and began to make his way out the door and to class, carrying you in his arms. The two of you watched as iida used his engines to get him to class faster.

~

When the two of you got to class, not surprisingly, there werent alot of people. Todorki took his seat and placed you on his lap. He held you with his left hand as he took out his stuff with his other. You sat in silence throughout class, taking note of every little thing thats happening around you. The two of you went through your first half of classes without any problems, now it was lunchtime. Midoriya had suggested for him to give you fish for lunch, considering your a cat, so he did. He sat you on top the lunch table and watched as the dekusquad entertained you. His mixed matched eyes only had you in sight, quite creepy honestly.

~

The two of you made it to your last class of the day, the last 5 minutes before going back to the dorms spent doing anything but work. Todoroki had allowed the girls to play with you until he left, but he wasn't happy about it. “Todoroki, you need to calm down, its not a big deal. Their just playing with y/n, its fine!” midoriya said, noticing his friend staring at you enjoying yourself with the girls “...its not that simple.” he bluntly said, his soul piercing eyes still staring right at you. Midoriya let out a defeated sigh, knowing he wasnt gonna convince him. 

~

The end of class came and todoroki gladly swept you away from the 1-A girls with a huff. He didn't even give a warning, just took you.

~ 

When you two made it back to the dorms, he went straight to his room. Just knowing such a fragile, innocent child was currently in his possession and in need of protection was stressful. He lied down in bed with a groan and placed you beside him. He didn't have any plans for what to do next. He continued to think about how the day went. Sure, it went without any casualties but, how could it have gone better? Sure he cant change the past, but he felt guilty for whatever reason. I could’ve tried harder, He thought. He continued to try and think of something the two of you could do until you turned back. 

~

purrrrr purrrrrrrr~ todoroki looked down only to see you had crawled onto his chest and fell asleep. His heart melted at the sight of you looking so peaceful. At that point, he allowed your quiet purring to lure him to sleep.

~

Todoroki woke up to a feeling of emptiness, like something was missing... “y/n?” he called out. He looked beside him, only to see you almost on the edge of the bed, asleep. “y/n.” he said, sitting up and bringing you into his arms “wake up,” “huhh??” you said, slowly opening you eyes “oh, shouto…” 

“hello, love. Do you remember anything?” 

“i remember everything!” you smiled. “And i have come to one conclusion” you said, as you sat up in the bed, you watched todoroki’s face very closely, trying to find a hint of emotion. None. “i think you’d be a great father to our children, shouto” you continued to scan his face, his eyed slightly widened at your statement, catching him off guard. It surprised him, but it made him happy at the same time, the fact that you wanted to have his children. He pulled you into a hug, resting his forehead on your shoulder “im glad you see me that way, y/n.” he whispered 

“nothing would make me happier.”

thank you for reading! <3

[cassyapper]

OKAY IVE ACTUALLY PLAYED TWO SESSIONS SINCE MY LAST POST SO IM GONNA COMBINE THEM HERE SORRY FOR THE LENGTH BUT,,IVE COME SO FAR I DONT WANNA STOP NOW

this is gonna be very messy cause i WILL be jumping back and forth as things come back to mind so uhh pls enjoy this absolute ramble <3

anyway. i continued playing omori and boy do i have some Thoughts

so first session; i went through the pyre(something i forgot the full name sob) forest/sprout mole village/sweetheart’s castle in one go and let me TELL YOU. DOING THAT WAS FUCKING INSANE I WENT NUTS holy shit.

so anyway.

pyre forest!!!! the lil race against the big spider coming after u for disturbing the smaller spiders mechanic was very fun i had a lot of fun figuring out the best routes to take. i know normally mechanics like that lead to ppl getting frustrated cause u have to keep retrying but i had a lot of fun!!!! sum annoyance but good natured type, th kind that just makes u try harder u know? i just enjoyed it JKFN;FN; candles in the foggy forest....now That is an aesthetic

the rare bear scared the fuckin shit out of me i remember it didn’t attack me straight away so i was like “aw (:” but then when i press x on him it takes me to a BATTLE SCREEN AND SUDDEN THAT MF IS TERRIFYING I WAS LIKE WHWHWHWHWKJDNJ. very funny i honestly wished i recorded my reaction

also omori is afraid of drowning...................................i am breathing heavily. i think whatever happened to mari is related to at least one of the things omori is scared of. so either heights, spiders, or drowning it seems. spiders doesnt seem super likely as a contributor to her death, and while falling from a height is more realistic, such a senseless way of dying doesnt seem to rlly fit ? with the vibe i get from the kiddos in the real world. which makes me think maybe drowning/otherwise suffocating is how she died...but we’ll see. also due to the forgotten library part, we know omori explicitly feared spiders/drowning before mari died so it’s also probable im jus talking out my ass here but still,,,,thoughts

also this motherfucker?

literally fucking terrifying. IT’S BODY IS MADE OF SUCC’D SPROUT MOLES...i still have no idea what exactly it was doing to them but jesus h christ!!!! evil and fucked up. do not feel bad for curbstomping it

sprout mole village!!!! very cute, im v excited to send that one dude his brother’s care package. i like how, when theyre not lost, sprout moles can be real endearing lil guys,,,theyre not my fav lil enemies but (:

also for some reason omori is the first game ive played where i really care about getting achievements ? so i literally did the back and forth on my save file just to get all the season sprout mole achievements JKDJFJ;. i ended up sticking w spring tho before moving on for real cause spring is my fav season irl (:

also i felt SO BAD for cutting down that one sprout mole’s chistmas tree he was just trying to celebrate but i wanted to see that present and coincidentally becoming a christmas ruiner was an achievement so all’s fair in love and war i suppose

ALSO. th fuckin plant monster thing under the scientist sprout mole’s room. major little shop of horror vibes from the design, absolutely adored it!!!!! originally i did  just cut the wire holding the piano over it, ending it in one go, but i was very curious abt it so i reloaded a save file to actually fight it and

i know it only spread that gas to make the kiddos happy cause being happy reduces attack i think ? it decreases attack/defense but seeing the kiddos smile so much was nice (:

however

omori...sunny....son boy.........u good ?

and now. sweetheart

the way the sprout moles completely adore and depend on sweetheart gives me such awful evil vibes and combined with such a luxurious background was fucking incredible

sweetheart herself, speaking of. bitch (sorta affectionately, certainly not derogatory)

i talked to every sprout mole in the audience before taking my seat and i literally dont know why. even when i picked up the pattern of where the unique dialogue could be found (usually the sprout moles farthest right) i still talked to all of them......just in case ? i have no idea. i dont know why i did that. i feel it’s important that i note it tho

LMAO SO WHEN SPROUT MOLE MIKE DID THE MINUTE OF SILENCE FOR YE OLD SPROUT MOLE

I LITERALLY FELT SO FUCKING BAD LMAO I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD NO!!!!!! I DID THAT!!! I KILLED HIM!!! OH MY GOD!!! I WONDER HOW AWKWARD OMORI KEL HERO AND AUBREY FELT IN THE AUDIENCE HOLY SHIT THEY HAD FRONT ROW SEATS TO SPROUT MOLE MIKE’S MOURNING!!! MY GOD FJKFN;;

also sprout mole mike describing 3′7″ inches as ”towering” was the FUNNIEST shit i have ever seen. also i have to wonder, since sweetheart made up the whole show of sweetheart’s quest for hearts in the first place, if she was seriously down to marry a sprout mole if one suited her fancy. jus v funny to me honestly. SPEAKING of sweetheart’s dating patterns I NOTICED THOSE FEM SKELETONS IN THE DUNGEON!!!!! BI SWEETHEART!!!! SHE’S JUST AS DOWN FOR GIRLS AS SHE IS BOYS

i know TECHNICALLY not everyone is in the dungeon for failing to be a good enough suitor but STILL...COME ON. THIS WAS BEFORE WE KNEW THAT. SWEETHEART BI I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

anyway

when the lights when out and lightning struck the third contestant, i knew Immediately something was gonna go down. and when the mustache sprout mole was like “oh yes!! u!! in the striped pjs!! u absolute beast ur perfect!!!” i KNEW hero had just been selected as the replacement i was goign completely fucking nuts i was like OH MY GODNFNG; HIS HEART IS ALREADY TAKEN BY MARI!!!!!!! STOP

i ended up taking so many screenshots during this part cause i was going feral so here take a glance just cause i love, uh, hero

OUR HERO IN SHINING ARMOR DJLBH;KFJB

also GOD FUCKING DAMMIT IM SHORTER THAN HERO

hero shaking on the stage when he was introduced...oh my HEART....IM SO FOND FOR THIS BOY WTF!!!!! DKJDN;N

this is not really NEWS to me since it’s implied hero is tall but like come ON..... sorry just every time i find out a character is explicitly taller than me i need to huff about it, moving on,

HERO FUCKS

sorry i just have so many screenshorts during this aprt cause i was going fucking crazy but

literally terrifying! sweetheart bathes in that shit!! christ!

is blood good for ur skin? i imagine, so long as like...gore isnt in it and it’s solely blood it cant be BAD necessarily......but good ? regardless very fucked up. besides the fact that well, uh, BLOOD, blood is also sticky as hell. ur telling me sweetheart willinglhy bathed in that shit? disgusting. at least thin it out

anyway I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THE PUZZLES AT SWEETHEART’S CASTLE....FROM THE DUNGEONS TO THE KITCHENS TO THE BALLROOM TO THE LIBRARY TO THE GARDENS JUST EVERYTHING!!!! IT WAS SO FUN I ENJOYED FIGURING IT OUT SO MUCH IT WAS LITERALLY DELIGHTFUL...I LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH THE GAMEPLAY IS SO FUCKING EPIC I LITERALLY HAVE SO MUJCH FUN.......OH MY GOD I JUST. INCREIDBLE!!!! FUCK

also the lil sir maximus bit.........i honestly felt really awful over having to kill them ): i think i even tried running once but it wouldnt let me...it hurt man ): they were just a family....

um but anyway,

i think it was rlly sweet how aubrey protested to the wedding cause she was worried abt sweetheart,,,like i cant rlly explain it idk how to put it into words,,like sweetheart is clearly not mentally well and having an episode, and aubrey being the only one to say “hey what ur doing is self-destructive and isolating” just mmmh. she cares a lot,,,and *i* care aubrey

also sweetheart’s battle theme fucking SLAPPED...SO GODDAMN HARD IM STILL QUAKING OVER IT....FUCKING BANGER YO!!!!!! INCREDIBLE

ah but alas

BASIL........I NOTICED THAT IT WAS HIS GHOST/SHADOW DURING THE EXIT FROM OTHERWORLD AS WELL BUT JUST FUCK

im so worried about basil ):

and it being so obvious that none of the others can see...........them asking omori if he’s okay.....oh my god. i go nuts

and then...the forgotten library part

i literally cried, again, oh my fucking god

these kids loved each other so much they ADORED the time they spent with each other and im QUAKING to know WHAT HAPPENED TO MARI......HOW DID THE FALLOUT GO. I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW

i know there are multiple endings to this game and on god i am not QUITTING until i get the happiest ending there is for these kids im literally a goddamn fuckign mess oh my god

MARI SHWOING UP IN THE LIBRARY AT ONE POINT AND LEADING OMORI...........IM LTIERALLY GOIGN INSANE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HE LOVED HIS SISTER SO MUCH HE’S SO CLEARLY LOST WITHOUT HER I CANT FUCKING DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW

GOD

okay sorry i just. ive said ti before but the grief in this game is so real and palpable and it aches, it aches so bad. also the white egret orchids in the library...i see u

but regardless.... session two real world electric boogaloo

LOVE that kel is like “so i need to run errands but u wanna come with me right? of course u do!” like fuck i rlly do. kel is just so delightful i would literally do anything to spend time with him

ALSO i noticed u can just refuse to open the door both times kel’s knocked now and it makes me wonder....if u could choose to ignore kel ? and then venture out urself or just ? i wonder what would even happen if u chose to not open the door. im CERTAINLY not doing it myself at the very least not this playthrough but i am curious...i bet that’s how u get a bad ending, by not talking w kel

but anyway....

aubrey and her gang not saying anything in the pizza parlor........i jus think abt that is all

ALSO!! pet rocks!!!!!!!!! LOVE this lil thing it’s so cute. jus rock paper scissors it babey

speaking of lil bits, love all the mini quests in the real world...it’s just rlly fun and builds up this cute lil town........it also makes me think that whatever happened to mari cant have been anything except an accident, bc no one comments on what a tragedy it was to omori. like if it was murder, there’s no way such a horrific situation wouldnt engulf the town for a bit and sweep over it for weeks at least, but that just doesnt seem to have happened. this is def me reading too into it tho;; point is neighbors nice (: also i got the seashell necklace and i go apeshit

ALSO......THE FUCKING...........CHURCH. I VISITED WITH KEL ON A COMPLETE WHIM CAUSE I WAS CURIOUS IF THE PASTOR WOULD TALK MORE ABT AUBREY BUT NO. INSTEAD HE TALKS ABT THE WEIRD VIBE FORM THE GRAVEYARD HE’S GETTING!!! AND THE DUDE WHO CHILLS IN THE GRAVEYARD SAYS SHIT ABT THE SPIRITS GETTING READY FOR SOMEONE TO JOIN THEM!!!! BITCH WAHT THE FUCK

THERE’S NOF UCKING WAY THIS ISNT ABOUT BASIL. THERE IS NO!!! WAY!!!! I SWEAR ON GOD IF BASIL DIES I WILL LOSE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ESP CAUSE THERE IS LITERALLY NO OTHER WAY HE COULD DIE EXCEPT SUICIDE THAT’S WHAT IT HAS BEEN IMPLYING OVER AND OVER I GO NUTS I GO APESHIT NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK

OKAY SORRY I JUST. HHHHHHHHHHH

baby has acquired baby

kel’s family is rlly cute,,,,v heartwarming. i trust them

i do worry abt like...the stark difference between recognizing kel’s accomplishments and hero’s...i just idk. i just keep thinking abt that bit in kel’s story abt hero’s depression when his parents focused on hero and ignored him, and i just. kel’s family is good People but i worry if kel has a good support system...i jus........): i am watching

ahh THE BASIL MISSING PART MADE MY HEART LITERALLY FUCKING DROP..I WAS SO FUCKING PANICKED I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD THIS IS IT BASIL IS DEAD

THANKFULLY HE WASNT BUT HOLY GOD HOW THAT WHOLE SITUATION PANNED OUT MADE ME GO NUTS!!!!!!! BASIL...AUBREY...HER GANG.......FUCK OH M YOGD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

THANK G O D I SNOOPED AROUND KEL’S HOUSE BEFORE LEAVING I WOULD HAVE H A T E D TO FIGHT THEM ALL AT ONCE IM GLAD I WAS ABLE TO JUST PEPPER SPRAY THEM JESUS CHRIST

oh my god kim like asking for aubrey all concerned before deciding to trust her and leaving.....kim i diagnose u with lesbain

the whole fucking. basil almost drowning scene. i seriously feel like ive changed like as a person over it. i am thinking . i am thinking. i am only evee thinking about mari and how omori just loved her so much and how the thought of her gave him strength. th pic of her ghost holding omori’s hand in the water made me cry

MMMM BUT. HERO!!!

I DIE I DIE I DIE HE’S SO PRETTY FUCK ALSO HIM PICKING UP BASIL WOOOOOOOO THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT YEAHHHHHHHH

god i feel so bad about leaving aubrey tho. shes so clearly not okay and she so clearly did not mean to push basil in and oh my GOD I JUST...PLEASE....PLEASE CAN WE JUST TLAK TO HER I NEED TO TLAK TO HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED TO FUCK

the ghosts of omori and aubrey on the swings made me cry out like i had been physically assaulted

AHH BUT THEN TAKING BASIL HOME AND WHILE HE’S IN HIS BED HE JUST SAYS “oh sunny...there’s not way out of this...is there?” I LITERALLY GO BUCKWILD APESHIT INSANE STUPDI!!!!!! BASIL YOURE PUTTING UP A LOT OF ALARMING FLAGS HERE!!! PLEASE DO NOT FUCKING DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK. CHRIST. HELL. SHIT. THIS GAME IS DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY

GOD

oh my god but the day ending with hero and kel sleeping over at omori’s house...im kdnd im jkdim im not uhm okay THEY BUILT A BLANKET FORT PLEASE..I LOVE THEM

goddd hero going into the piano room....playing sum........and then asking omori abt the song he and mari used to play on violin...and then THE TITLE SCREEN MUSIC STARTS PLAYING....HI. HI HELLO HI YOU CANT FUCKIGN DO THAT HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOUFBJFGJNGN;EJNE; IM GOIGN NUTS

also the name omori comes from the piano.............interesting...i wonder why sunny likes being called omori in the dreamscape...

god but omori not having a srs hallucination cause he’s w his friends and he feels safe...im gonna sob

However. i did glance into the bathroom mirror. AND INSTEAD OF THE EYE MF IT’S A DISTORTED AS HELL GHOST MARI???IM SO FUCKIGN SCARED. IM SO SCARED. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK? CREEPY AS HELL!!!

ohh my god this GAME

so finally i ended up in whitespace again. do NOT like that omori is completely alone in the world!!! what the FUCK!!!!!!!! I AM SO SCARED AT ALL TIMES. im literally about to go play sum more tho after dinner so i will see what happens. god i jsut......this game is so fucking good it has me by the balls dude. SO glad i decided to play it bruh

anyway thanks for reading all of this if u did, it’s an absolute monster ik and ur a real one

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gang member!han jisung, florist!reader, sort of band member!han jisung

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a/n: hey there! i did my best to incorporate the proper meanings of the flowers, but i apologize if i got anything wrong. this was a bit longer than i intended! i hope you enjoy, and like dance the night away and to protect our district, this will also be a series. if you’re curious, the meaning of the flowers are at the end! ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ also i made minho super sassy but i lov him i promise!!

warnings: angst? 

You loved your flower shop, it meant everything to you. Granted, it was on the smaller side, but she was your pride and joy. It had been a year since you moved countries, and Korea still surprised you. Even though you were on the quieter side of the city, it could get overwhelming. But not in your flower shop, the world was quiet here. You were admiring the hibiscus’* that you were arranging into a bundle an elderly lady had requested. She was ordered to pick them up about an hour from now, and you’d hope she’d be pleased with the arrangement. Much to your distaste, flower shops weren’t all that popular anymore. The making of flower bundles with meanings was a dying art. But nonetheless, you adored it. The smell and delicate nature of flowers gave you comfort, especially when you had first moved here. Quite enamored in your own thoughts, you almost didn’t notice the bell chiming of a new customer. 

“Can I be of any help?” you called out into the store, putting the vase with the finished hibiscus bundle on the counter. Much to your surprised, a boy only a bit older than you walked up to the counter. He held his hands together nervously, his tanned face looking down. “Hey,” you spoke again, “Are these for your grandmother?” He looked up immediately, and nodded. “Yes!” he responded, “How did you know?” You dragged your fingers across the counter to the cashier. “Just a hunch,” you said shyly. He handed you the money and wrapped his hands tightly around the vase. “Thank you.”

“Come again!”

You didn’t think too much of the encounter, mostly because you didn’t want to get your hopes up and expect to see him again. But as you got your shop ready for another new day, opening the blinds and letting the sun come in and shine on your various flowers. As you propped open the door, you noticed someone waiting outside.

The boy from yesterday.

“Ah,” you paused, “Do you need something?” He smiled and his cheeks curved out cutely, as he held out a plate of sweets, covered in saran wrap. “My grandmother wanted me to bring these to you,” he explained, “To thank you for the flowers. She said they were one of the best arrangements she’d ever ordered.” You rubbed your hands nervously. “Thank you,” you grabbed the platter, “Do you want to come in? I could get you something to drink?” He followed you inside, back to the counter as you pulled up a stool for him to sit on.

You returned with some tea when you noticed he was up and touching the arrangements that sat behind your counter. “They’re pretty,” he commented, “But aren’t you a bit young to own a flower shop?” You put the teapot and the cups down, walking over to stand by his side. “I still study,” you explained, “But I moved here as soon as I was of age, and opened up my shop.”  You rubbed one of the petals softly. Noticing you were getting carried away, you turned your attention away from the flowers and to the boy standing next to you. You caught his eye from a moment and you both turned to the platter of sweets. “You never told me your name,” he said, “My name is Han Jisung.” You smiled. “It’s ___,” you told him, “It’s also in the name of the shop.” He looked over as he finished putting food in his mouth, furrowing his eyebrows. You laughed at how his cheeks bulged out like a squirrel.

 “What?” he asked. You put your hands up to surrender, waving a white flag. “You just looked cute,” you said, “Like a squirrel.” He whined, “Please don’t. I’ve heard that more than a squirrel has.” The store’s bell chimed and another boy came in, shouting Jisung’s name. He shot you an apologetic look as the boy came up to the register. “We’re late Jisung,” he scolded, “Your grandmother said you would be here. Since when did you like flowers?”

“I was just dropping off the sweets she asked me to.”

You stood there awkwardly, listening to the conversation between the two close friends. “Would you like some?” You asked, offering him a the platter of pastries and tea that sat idly on the counter. “I’m sorry that Jisung’s such a pain,” he winked and grabbed a scone, “I’m Minho.” You nodded. “____,” you told him. He grabbed Jisung’s hand and pulled him to the opposite side. “Thank you for the pastries,” Minho said, “but we have places to be.” Jisung waved politely as he was ushered out the door. You smiled to yourself, taking the rest of the saran wrap off of the platter and leaving it open to the customers that would’ve wandered in that day. You returned back to your usual business, today, you were arranging a make-up bundle. You knew this because it was a request for three dozen roses and baby’s breath, to be put in an elegant ceramic vase, and wrapped in red and white- for unity. The truth was, the guy who came in didn’t ask for all of that- what he had asked for was a huge apologetic gesture, something with roses- like in the movies.

It was almost the end of the work day, when Jisung walked in through the door. You were out in the back of the shop this time, maintaining some Astilbies* that you hadn’t gotten the chance to use in any arrangement yet. You had some music playing from a speaker, sitting on a stool nearby, so you hadn’t heard him come in. And when you had, it was only after you had hosed him with water thinking it was a robber. But in your defense, he had spooked you.

“I’m so sorry,” you rambled, “I thought you were going to rob my store-” He just laughed loudly. “It’s not a big deal,” he comforted, “Do you have a towel.” You nodded, motioning him to follow you. You clambered your way up the stairs into your apartment to grab a towel for the poor boy when you noticed he was looking over the large bundle of roses. “He must’ve messed up big time, huh?” Jisung asked, taking the offered towel, sitting on your stool. “What do you think he did?”

“Cheated on a wife probably,” you answered, thinking about how disheveled the man had been when he walked in, “He had a ring on his hand.” He nodded as put the roses on the shelf with the rest of the ready arrangements. “Are you here for the platter?” you asked, handing him the silver platter you had cleaned and brought down with the towels. He made an ‘O’ with his face. “Thank you for remembering,” he said, “I almost forgot.” He patted sadly at his still wet-shirt and looked up. “I don’t think it’s going to dry anytime soon.” You bit your lip. “I could,” you stammered, “I could wash them? But that might take longer than you going home, but I understand if you think it’s weird or-”

“Please,” he begged, “I don’t want to get on the bus to my grandmother’s all wet.” You nodded. “You can just head upstairs,” you explained, “I need to close the shop.” Your heart was beating, you were just trying to be trying to be polite- but weren’t totally sure of the implications you had made. You slowly made your way up the stairs, begging the stars that this wouldn’t take a weird turn, and thankfully it hadn’t. Jisung was standing in the middle of your apartment, which seemed to be filled with more greenery than the actual flower shop. “You really love your plants, huh?” he murmured, “Did you always want to be a florist?” You pulled a large shirt and sweatpants out of your and handed them to him. “Surprisingly, yes,” you answered, “But what about you? What do you do?” You led him to the bathroom and he shouted his answer from inside. “I do lots,” he said, “I’m in a band.” He handed you the folded wet clothes and you put them in your dryer. “Is it popular?” 

He grinned, “We’re doing pretty good.” You both stood in the middle of the hallway in silence for a moment. “You must be pretty amazing  with your words then,” you mentioned and he nodded, “Is Minho in your band?” He leaned against the wall. “Yeah!” He answered with a shine in his eyes as he talked about his music. You admired his passion as he talked on and on about what he and his band did.

The dryer beeped to signal it’s finish, interrupting the cute boy’s monologue. And you lead him back down to the flower shop’s entrance, but not before he stopped to look at the large amount of roses in the ceramic vase.

“Does every part of this arrangement have a meaning?”

You nodded in response. Red roses mean true love, the baby’s breath means long lasting love and the innocence in that unity,” you continued, “The red and white silk represent unity.”

“And do all flowers and stuff have meaning?”

“All of them.”

You hadn’t seen Jisung for a while now, ever since an incident during movie night. You had become close these past few months, and Jisung spent nearly all his free time with you. You were worried, but of course, there wasn’t much you could do.

However, one day you began to receive pressed flowers in short admiration letters. It took you by surprise the first time, so much so that you nearly dropped the letter. Your cheeks heated up as you looked around, looking for anyone who was standing idly nearby. But there wasn’t anyone. The first letter, or rather, note had several pressed gloxinia- the flower that represented love at first sight, and said: your flowers are almost as pretty as you.

As cheesy and tooth-achingly sweet as it was, it made you smile. This continued for a few more weeks, before Jisung happened to stop by. He sat on the counter and swung his legs. He filled you on everything that had been going on in the past four months, and shared every possible detail. “What about you?” He asked, “Anything new?” You shrugged, putting some red Hyacinths* in another arrangement for his grandmother. “Not really,” you answered, “I’ve been getting letters in the mail.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” he pushed, “What kind of letters.” You tilted your head as you thought. “Well, I wouldn’t call them love letters,” you said, “I think they’re more like, crush letters.” He nodded, avoiding your gaze. “Yesterday,” you added, “I got a white Camellia. It’s like saying someone’s adorable.”

“Who do you think it is?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, adding red carnations* to the bundle.

“I have no idea.”

You finished his grandmother’s bundle and handed him the bouquet. “You should stop by more,” you said quietly, “I’ve been missing you.” He made an ‘O’ face and turned so you couldn’t see his face heat up in embarrassment. “Sure,” he said, “No, yeah, definitely.”

The truth was, ever since you moved to Korea, you had been to scared to make new friends your age. Although you were quite popular with your customers, and the older folks that lived and had shops near your own- something about going out to public spaces made you nervous. But one day, Jisung came by your store. And in the midst of your usual banter, well, more like him yelling about his bandmates and music he asked you. “You should come out with me tonight,” he said, “We’re all meeting up to celebrate our album. You aren’t busy right?” You bit your lip, running your hand along the stem of an iris*. “I don’t know sungie,” he said, “Events like those make me nervous.” He grabbed your hand delicately. “I’ll be there with you,” he comforted, “Go get ready. I’ll close up shop.”

About half an hour later, Jisung was sprawled out on your couch, eating snacks from your cupboard and scribbling quickly in his songwriting notebook. “What are you writing?” you asked, plopping yourself next to him. “It’s a love song,” he said quickly, “Are you ready? We need to catch the bus.”

You would never outwardly say it, but you admired Jisung- you might’ve even had a slight crush on him. The sunset’s rays complimented his skin well as he dragged you to the bus stop. He was dressed as his usual self, but something was different when he held your hand tonight. He looked less like just a friend, and more like someone you could see yourself with.Your heart was beating, and your face felt like it was burning- like if you had a fever.  As you sat on the bus, he lend you one of the earpieces of headphones so you could both listen to the song his band was working on.

You stared at his side profile as he explained the meaning behind this particular song, your heart about to burst through your chest as you sat in admiration of his passion. The bus driver called out your stop name, and Jisung had to bring you back down from cloud nine.  “___!” he yelled, “We’re gonna miss our stop.” You apologized to the bus driver as you got off, Jisung pulling your arm to wherever they were going to meet. As you approached what seemed to be a karaoke bar, you noticed Minho and a group of boys standing outside the bar. “Hey, you’re ___,” Minho said, “The florist?” You nodded, saying a general hello to the group of boys. “Jisung,” a bandmate named Woojin scolded, “Aren’t you going to introduce her?” “But I already-” Woojin gave him a look and Jisung sighed. “Guys this is ___,” he explained, “___, this is Woojin, Chan, and surprisingly Felix, who isn’t late for once.” Felix opened his mouth to say something but closed it, opting to give a sad dab instead. “We’re sorry for the delay,” Chan added, “the rest of the boys are usually better about time.”

You held up your hands. “It’s alright.” A moment of silence passed before Chan engaged in some conversation. “So you’re a florist, right?” You nodded.

“Can you tell me what flowers I need to get that say “I want to un-adopt seven children’?”

You laughed. A smile stretching across your bright face as you started to relax a bit. “Well,” you explained,” a striped carnation symbolizes refusal and rejection, and hydrangeas are just the flower version of ‘screw you.’ if you come by, I can even make you a passive aggressive not to put in the bouquet.” This elicited a couple of hey!s from Felix and Jisung. Minho shrugged away the playful rejection. “Hey ___,” you turned to Minho and Jisung began to glare at him, while Minho just smirked, “What flower stands for ‘I’m completely and hopelessly devoted to you but I can’t tell you because I only have one brain cell?’” You furrowed your eyebrows and thought for a moment. “I don’t think there’s one single flower for that,” you added, “But a germanium symbolizes stupidity and a red camellia means you’re a fire in one’s loins.” You looked back at him. “Why?” you thought out loud, “Do you have a crush?” He clutched his shirt and reached for Jisung. “Of course not,” he exclaimed, “Jisung is the only one for me.” You laughed again, and nudged your friend. “When’s the wedding?” you teased, “I can make your arrangements.”

Jisung stuck his tongue out at the both of you and pulled you inside the karaoke bar, not caring that the boys had yet to arrive. But once the group had settled in, the rest of the boys arrived into the room. You learned that their names were Seungmin, Jeongin, and Changbin came in, apologizing for their late arrival. They all greeted you kindly, and everyone made sure that you were comfortable.

But, as the night grew older, you grew more and more anxious- a bad feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. But you ignored it, opting to listen to Woojin serenade the group for the ninth time that night, and after that, all the boys agreed that it was indeed time to go home. Most of them using you and Jeongin’s age as an excuse, but the both of you knew better. You bid your farewell to the boys and Jisung insisted on taking you home. You didn’t fight him, because you knew this wasn’t an argument you could win. The bus ride home was quiet, as you fell asleep on Jisung’s shoulder. You woke up suddenly, and you swore you caught Jisung’s eye looking fondly at you. But as you rubbed your eyes, you found that you had approached your stop. He took your hand again, and together you walked back to the shop.

For some reason, your heart was accelerating- and at first you though it was because once again, Jisung was holding onto your hand tightly. But as you found yourself in front of your flower shop, or rather, it’s remains. The glass windows were shattered, large pieces of glass littering the street and the inside of your store. Your flowers were trampled, and thrown all over the place- an incredibly catastrophic mess. As you made your way through the broken glass door that lay wide open, you found your vases and the arrangements all over the floor and the money, the money you had worked so hard to make. Everything you had done all by yourself, gone. Jisung was in front of you, holding your hand as the both of you hesitantly made your way up the stairs into your apartment. Your apartment was also trashed, and all the valuables you had brought from your native country- gone. That’s when you broke, flopping down to your knees and letting out harsh ugly sobs to mourn the wasted work you’ve done. Jisung cradled you as you heaved and let out stuttered breaths. “We should go,” Jisung whispered soothingly, “You can stay at my grandma’s.”

 But before you left, you noticed a monkshood* flower upon your vanity.

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a/n: here are the meanings of the flowers used in scenes! 

hibiscus: personal glory, fame, beauty

astilbies: ‘i’ll wait for you’, patience in love

red hyacinth: playfulness

red carnation: my heart aches for you, admiration

iris:  your friendship means so much to me

monkshood: beware, a deadly foe is near

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Ships that Pass in the Night

Part I & II | Part III & IV | Part V & VI | Part VII & VIII | Part IX & X

V. The Party

Jon checked his watch and knew he was very late to the Manderlys’ annual ball. There was nothing he could do about it. His crew dragged him into a late lunch at the Lazy Eel and it took some time to get back to the Wolf’s Den and then he had to go up the hill to Merman’s Court.

Once he got there, everyone was already gathered over the open theatre in the middle of the vast courtyard.

He could recognize the music playing from one of the musicals his mother loved. It was Queen Naerys’ solo from the play, Knight of Tears.

Jon briefly remembered that this was the part where Ser Aemon disguised as the Knight of Tears, had just crowned his sister, Naerys, queen of love and beauty for he couldn’t bear her to be humiliated since their brother, King Aegon planned to crown one of his mistresses, and where, Queen Naerys dances her joy after being miserable in her loveless marriage to the king.

He found himself a spot to watch and immediately his breath got caught at the graceful dancer.

He didn’t recognize her, not with her silver hair bound and crowned with different blooms. Not with her face half concealed with a black silk mask. Yet for some reason, he felt he knew her.

And as she glided across the stage almost effortlessly, his mind started sending him images of red hair, a green dress with wolves, and the sound of teasing.

“You really don’t know how to dance, don’t you, Jon Snow? Very well, I’ll teach you.”

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The sound of applause brought him back from his thoughts, his hands joined instinctively as he blinked through the haze and saw the dancer take her bow.

Before he could make sense of anything, blue eyes met his own grays, and he found himself stuck in between the dreaming and the present once more.

Blue eyes.

Alive. And warm. Filled with love.

In a blink, the same bright eyes dimmed.

Cold.

Empty.

Dead.

A hand on his shoulder brought him back once more and he was staring at his friend, Daryn Hornwood, his half-brother Larence, and his wife Alys trailing behind. All their mouths were moving but Jon had yet to understand.

Another squeeze on his shoulders made him finally focus. “You alright?”

Jon mustered a half-smile and a nod. “I’m fine,” he croaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m good. Sorry I’m late.”

“Well, what’s important is you’re here,” Daryn grinned then followed his line of sight. “What’s wrong? Are you looking for someone?”

“Or are you avoiding anyone,” Alys raised a brow.

Jon didn’t even realize he was seeking out the dancer.

“I think he’s looking for Wylla’s guest,” Larence smirked at him, earning chuckles from the other two.

“I wasn’t,” Jon said defensively. It was partly true. He wasn’t actively looking for her but a nagging feeling in the back of his head wants him to.

“Were you able to watch the dance?” Daryn waggled his brows earning a smack from Alys.

“Not from the beginning,” he admitted.

“Anyway, do you have a guest with you?” Daryn cocked his head to the side.

Jon shook his head.

“Ah. Perfect. You should meet the dancer then. I think she came with your plane.”

Jon almost choked. “Excuse me?”

Alys rolled her eyes after she glared at Daryn. “Stop being crude. This mystery guest of Wylla supposedly took the flight you flew.”

His heart started racing inexplicably. “Oh? Lots of people took that flight.”

“The man has a point, bro,” Larence shrugged. “Anyway, no one knows who she is yet and that’s just Daryn’s way of fishing for information.”

Jon shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t really know if there was a person of interest on the plane with me.”

“Ah, you’re no fun,” Daryn sighed. “Well, I guess we’ll find out later on.”

“Why all the mystery though?” Alys asked.

Daryn shrugged. “Beats me. Ask Wylla.”

“Ask Wylla what?”

They all turned to see Wylla behind them, flipping her long green-dyed hair and smirking.

Daryn slung an arm around Jon’s shoulder that he immediately pushed away. “Jon here was just curious about this friend of yours.”

Wylla’s eyes glinted while her smirk deepened. “Are you now? Because my friend is very single.”

Jon slid a hand down his face and groaned.  First his crew and now his old hiking team.

“Just who is your lovely friend, Wylla?” Larence asked.

Wylla grinned. “You guys  might recognize her for sure but hold on, I’ll go get her. She’s just changing out of her costume.”

They watched as Wylla headed off backstage but just as they saw her come out, Jon was suddenly dragged away by Tormund and Val who magically appeared.

He could hear Wylla asking where he was. “Guys, I can’t find her—where’s Jon?”

VI. The Empty Ballroom

Sansa stumbled into the lesser ballroom that she knew the Manderlys hasn’t used in ages. She felt guilty for wanting to hide out a bit but as timing showed, right after her performance, the reviews from her last show had just gone up and everyone was starting to recognize her as more than just Warden Ned Stark’s daughter.

They people didn’t know she chose to dance professionally. All they knew was that she was still in King’s Landing on a pre-law program, which she was, a few years ago. But she just didn’t have the heart for politics anymore.

It’s not even that she wasn’t good. She was actually skilled with it but it wasn’t something she wanted to do.

What Sansa had always wanted to do was to dance.

Since she was three, her mother would bring her to her ballet lessons but always maintained that it was a hobby. It took a lot of tears, fights, and convincing, but finally she put her foot down and pursued her dream.

And now she was finally getting somewhere.

Sansa drew one of the large curtains open to let in some of the moonlight. Very faintly, she glanced over one of the mirrors and saw that she was still wearing the silver wig she had to use as Queen Naerys. Slowly she took the pins off and removed it, the hairnet came next, and the relief of her now freed hair tumbling down her back made her sigh. Next she removed the black ballet slippers she wore that matched the black and red leotards she wore.

She dressed right then and there into the simple grey velvet dress and was about to slip on her heels when she heard the music change from the other side of the room.

It was The Winter Maid, her favorite.

And feeling rather wicked, she dropped her shoes, shook her hair, and padded over to the middle of the ballroom and started dancing.

Sansa closed her eyes and let the music take her, not caring for anything but her and the song. She hummed along as she glided across the floor, her mind slowly bringing her back to that place.

Behind her lids she could see people dressed in strange thick winter garb, with flagons, skins, and cups, raised to her as she danced.

Faces familiar but not quite surrounded her and she knew she was back in her dream world. A place that would always show her what looked liked memories that seemed impossible.

A place that always showed her him.

A dark-haired man with grey eyes that looked at her like she was the world.

Yet as soon as both of them would reach out and touch, she’d be assaulted with images of death and longing.

Every night she’d see him.

And every night they’d try to be together only to be ripped apart in the morning.

Sansa was mid-twirl when the sound of something crashing on the floor startled her that she fell ungracefully.

“Shit! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you--don’t move, I’ll come get you. Fuck! Where’s the bloody switch?” Sansa’s heart was still racing as she tried to collect herself while she heard the intruder fumble his way to her.

Sansa managed to sit up, checked her ankle at once and sighed in relief to see it wasn’t injured. Only her bum hurt where she landed but she was sure she’d just get by with a bruise in the morning. “I’m fine. Don’t worry. Go back.” She tried to make out the stranger’s profile but it was too dark, especially with the moon now partially hidden by clouds and he was likely wearing a black suit and had dark hair.

She slowly stood up then and walked back to where she left her shoes and sat down on the floor while she put them on. All the while she could feel the man stand behind her before he dropped to sit on the floor too.

“I’m so sorry miss. I didn’t realize at once that I wasn’t alone and then I saw…movement..”

“It’s fine,” she felt her cheeks redden from embarrassment of being caught. “I shouldn’t have been dancing randomly.”

“No, no. You were amazing—I mean.”

Sansa suddenly chuckled but still wasn’t brave enough to turn around and face him. “That’s very kind of you to say even if I know you couldn’t really see me.”

“I could a little. Your silhouette at least, and some glimpses. But what little I was able to see was enough to make me pause,” he said softly.

Her cheeks flamed more. “Thank you, but that was just me. No fancy choreography or anything.”

“I thought you-it-was beautiful,” he rambled, making Sansa giggle before she bit her lip. “Thank you.” What else could she say?

Silence enveloped them in the dark corner they chose to stay in. “I know why I’m here…but how…how about you?” he chose to break the silence.

Sansa played with the hem of her skirt. “I just wanted some peace and quiet,” she glanced over her shoulder and saw the outline of his back facing her. “I assume you do too?”

She saw his shoulders shaking as he chuckled. “Guilty.”

“You must be a big shot then,” she teased, “to hide all this way.”

“Try pesky friends,” he grumbled.

Sansa laughed then. “We have that in common then.”

Once their laughter died both of them tried to start a conversation at the same time.

“No, you go first.”

“No, ladies first.”

“Okay. Who or what brought you to the Manderly Ball?”

“Just old friends,” he answered.

Sansa smiled. “Me too. Friends who have made it their life mission to set me up with someone.”

He laughed loudly then. “Well, we have that in common. They’ve been trying to set me up with someone all night.”

Sansa rolled her eyes. “I know they mean well but I’d rather it happen when it happens, you know?”

He sighed. “Exactly.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we found each other instead,” Sansa laughed but faltered when she noticed he wasn’t laughing with her. She was supposed to follow it up by joking that hiding is easier if you’re hiding with someone with the same goal but all her words died in her mouth when she turned to look and saw dark eyes looking back at her instead.

Slowly, both of them inched closer together, just to look.

Sansa could feel his fingers near hers, his warm breath tickling her skin as they leaned closer.

And as she could finally see the grey in his eyes, she was back in that place.

Only this time, it wasn’t a dark and dusty ballroom, but a warm room with fire burning by the hearth, grey eyes now belonging to the man in her dreams, his scarred hand reaching to touch her face as he leaned closer, her eyes fluttered close in wait.

But what she expected never came as both of them pulled away fast at the erupting sound of fireworks, illuminating the partially covered glass skylight they didn’t realize was there before.

Before anyone could say anything, pieces of the fireworks started falling over the roof, the room illuminating and showing that the skylight had some cracks and there were broken holes, that they had to run and take cover.

Sansa was too filled with adrenaline and confusion to see if he was following her as she made her way out of the ballroom and back to the court.

But when she looked back, there was no one following her.

Was it even real?

[bitsfordays]

Work Visits

Another part to my nurseydex children series! Ive offically deemed this Au “Things That Stop You Dreaming” and it can be found on AO3 under that title!

Enjoy Addy being cute af, plus an introduction to Bella! 

(pst, i posted this in two parts on AO3 but yall will get it all in one bc im lazy)

“Daddy, are we there?”

Derek sighed and looked at his daughter for probably the seventh time in the last 10 minutes he's been driving. This was the seventh time she asked.

“Addison, I know you have the route to the rink memorized, so I know that you know that we are literally in the arena parking lot. You don't have to antagonize me.”

Addison gave what could only be described as a shit-eating grin from her spot in the back seat. She swung her legs happily. “I know Daddy, but Papa says that I should mess with you more often. He says its funny”

Derek was going to kill his husband.

He pulled into one of the parking spots reserved for players families and shut off the car. He turned around so he could make proper eye contact with his daughter.

“Okay Addison, Papa is playing against Uncle Jack tonight. Uncle Bitty was in town already for his book tour and so he brought Bella with him and we’ll be sitting with them in the family section. Do you remember the rules for when Uncle Jack plays against Papa?”

“Boo when Papa gets checked but don't cheer if someone on Uncle Jacks team gets checked, unless it's by Papa.” Addison explained neatly.

“Anything else?”Derek prompted.

“Don't curse?”

Derek couldn't help but laugh. Addison had learned her fair share of curse words, despite only being 6 years old. It's what happened when a child had an uncle whose name was literally Shitty.

“Not quite, lovely but that's a good one. I was actually going for ‘don't heckle Uncle Jack.’ He needs to stay concentrated on the game ”

“Oh.” Addison shrugged her little shoulders. “I can do that. Can we go inside now?”

Derek laughed. “Yes, Addy. We can.”

They got out of the car and made their way inside, not even bothering to wave their passes at the security guards, who they knew by name and had for years now. They went to their seats in the family section, directly behind the glass and found their family already there.

“Bella!” Addison tore her hand from Derek's and ran to greet her best friend/pseudo-cousin. They hugged tightly in the way that only young kids could.

Bella was a year older than Addison but that didn't stop them from being as thick as thieves. They lived three hours apart so they didn't see each other often but they adored each other just the same. Bella was more soft spoken than Addison was,

“Nursey!” Bitty grinned and pulled Derek into a tight hug.

“Hey Bits.” Derek laughed and hugged the other man back, just as tight. “How was the book tour?”

“Oh, you would not believe...”Bitty launched into a story about his time touring for his newest cookbook and Derek let his thoughts drift as Bitty rambled on.

“Oh, there they are!” Bella interrupted her father, pointing down at the ice as the players skated on for warm ups.

Jack and Will  were both easy to spot. Even from under his helmet, Will’s ginger hair was easy to spot, just as Jacks distinctive blue eyes were easy to spot behind his face guard.

“Papa!” Addison jumped up and down in front of the glass and waved her arms furiously. “Papa! Papa, over here!”

Derek could see Will’s grin from the other side of the ice. Will waved at his daughter, who waved back energetically. Derek could see Jack’s shoulders shake as he laughed and saw Jacks mouth move in some chirp. Will grinned and said something back before they skated their separate ways to warm up with their teams.

Addison kept waving her arms, trying to catch her father's attention again until Derek had to put a stop to it. “Add,let Papa warm up in peace. You dont want to throw him off his game, do you?”

“Its preseason, Daddy, it doesn't effect the season.” Addison responded, not looking away from the ice. Bitty chuckled from his seat.

“Addison. Leave him be until after the game, okay? Then you can harass him as much as you want.”

“Fiiiiiineeeee.” Addison backed away from the glass and sat down between Derek and Bella with a pout but Derek couldn't help but chuckle. There were times where he wanted to do the same thing.

Addison kept pouting and Derek took pity on her. “Hey Addy, how about you tell Uncle Bitty how your skating classes have been going? Im sure he would love to hear about them.”

Addison perked up immediately and Derek smiled.

This was going to be a good evening.

Rangers beat the Falconers 4-3, with Dex getting the game winning goal at the end of the 3rd period. Jack clapped Will on the shoulder during the handshaking and from the stands, Derek could see him say something and Will laughed before they both went on to shake more hands.  

They met Dex outside of the Rangers locker room. He was sweaty and gross but he still beamed when he saw his husband and daughter. It made Dereks heart do flips, the same way it did when they met in college.

“Papa!” Addison tore her hand from Dereks and did a flying leap towards her father. Will dropped his hockey bag to open his arms as his daughter slammed into his chest. “Hi Papa! You played really good tonight!”

“Thanks baby.” Will hugged her tightly. “Did you enjoy watching the game with Uncle Bitty and Bella?”

“Yeah! Did you know Bella is taking figure skating classes? Im gonna have her show me all the stuff shes learning there and Ill teach her everything Im learning in my hockey skating class!”

“Thats wonderful, Addy-Girl.” Will smiled. He set her down and looked over at Derek. “Hey babe. Did you enjoy the game?”

“You know I did.” Derek smiled and kissed Will on the cheek. “Nice check on Jack during the 2nd. Had him rattled for a second there.”

Will shrugged. “He got me back in the 3rd, twice as hard. I felt my brain rattle.”

Derek frowned. “How's your head?”

“It's fine, Der. They got me all checked out and I'm fine.”

“Good. I like you better with your brain intact.”

“Same.”

“Quit being gross!” Addison jabbed Will in the leg to get his attention.

“Ow, Addison. That's not how you get people's attention.” Will chided.

“Sorry. Can we go see Uncle Jack and Bitty and Bella now?” Addison said.

“Sure. Lead the way.” Derek said.

Addison lead them around to the visitors lockers, just in time to run into Jack, Bitty and Bella, who was currently asleep on Jacks back.

“Nice game, Cap.” Derek said with a smirk.

Jack sighed. “I havent been your captain in over a decade, Nurse. Please stop.”

“Ah, but you were the best one Ive ever had. Sorry Bits.”

Bitty and Jack both rolled their eyes.

“We would love to stay and chat with you two but we gotta get headed towards the airport.” Bitty said. “Especially since Bells already asleep. Shes been up since 6am with me and is just bone tired.”                                                             

“Okay Bits. We’ll see you in a few weeks for the Falconers home opener. Wanna get dinner before hand, while our husbands do their thing?”

“Sure. We’ll see you then. Have a safe flight you three.”

“See yall later!”

The Zimmermann-Bittles walked away, leaving the Poindexter-Nurses on their own. Addison tugged on Dereks hand. “Are we gonna go home now?”

Will grabbed Addison's free hand and smiled. “Yes, Addy-Girl. Home for now.”

“Okay.” Addison gave a tired smile. “It was a good game, Papa.”

“Thanks baby.”

Together, the three of them left the area at the end of another good day.

Derek Poindexter-Nurse hates writing. Its difficult, its time consuming and tedious to do. He hates writing with an undeniable, fiery passion.

Which is why he does it for a living. Obviously.

When it comes to writing, Derek’s been lucky. Hot got published only a few years after college and he quickly made it onto the bestseller list. He has hordes of teenage fans who would probably commit many crimes if he asked them to, all of them clamoring for another installment, another book, another bonus story, another anything. He could give them a five hundred word shit stain and most of them would probably be content. Literally anything.

Which is of course, how Derek found himself holding down the ‘H’ key for ten minutes, thumping his head continuously on his desk, as if that will make the ideas come faster. Usually when Derek gets into a slump like this, he just goes and talks to Will but its early May and the Stanley Cup playoffs are looming in front of the Rangers, so Will’s at practice and will be for another four hours, meaning that Derek is stuck stewing in his own mind indefinitely.

Indefinitely doesnt last for long. Dereks stewing is interrupted by a knock on his study door and it being pushed open to reveal Addison in all of her 13 year old glory.

“Are you okay Dad?” Addison said, looking at her father with a mixture of concern and vague disgust.

“No.” Derek sighed. He thumped his head aginst the wood again.

“Um..” Addison walkedd ina nd leaned against the desk where Derkes head currently was. “Maybe stop hitting your head against the desk? I dont think getting a concussion would be very good for you. Besides, Papa’s gotten enough for the both of you.”

Derek leveled a glare at his daughter but he lifted his head off the desk and sat up. He rubbed the red mark on his forehead. “Ive gotten my fair share of concussions too, ya know. I did play hockey for a lot time.”

“I know, I know, all im saying is that Papa had a concussion like, a month ago. “ Addison shrugged. “So his might be a little more relevant.”

It was true. Will had gotten a harsh check and was out of the game for a while because of it. It was rough on all three of them, just as it always was whenever Will got hurt during games. It always made Derek worry, usually about how much longer Will could play in the NHL or if they should continue letting Addison play in her junior league. It sent his head in swirls and him and Bitty and Caitlin have spent hours talking about the stress of being married to three of the top players in the NHL. And Derek knew that their children have had similar conversations about being the children of NHL stars.

“Dad? Hello?” Addison waved her hand in front of Derek's face to get his attention. “You still with me or did you actually give yourself self a concussion? Do I need to drive you to the hospital?”

“You can't drive yet, Addison. You're 13.”

“I know but I figured that if you had a concussion you would let me try anyways.” Addison grinned.

“And that's where you're wrong.”  

“Worth a shot. So what's wrong?”

Derek let out a long sigh. “Writing is hard, Addy. Don't do it. It isn't a viable career. “

“I mean, it wasnt on my list. I was more thinking hockey.”

“Huh?” Derek stared at his daughter and his heart thumped extra hard. “Really?”

“Well, yeah.” Addison shrugged. “Its what makes sense and I like it a lot. Is there…..something wrong with that?”

Derek let out a breath. The idea of his daughter, his pride and joy, one of the two most important people in his life, playing a dangerous game that both him and his husband loved made him feel nauseous. He knew first hand how dangerous the game was and while he knew that Addison took after her fathers in her love for the game, part of Derek wished that she didnt.

“Just..be careful.” Derek said carefully. He didnt want to admit to her how much it scared him. “You have time to decide. Most kids your age have no idea what they want to do. But, me and Papa will support you no matter what, okay?”

“Okay Daddy.” Addison leaned over and hugged him tightly. Derek hugged her back, putting all of his concerns and hopes into that hug.

“So, how can I help you get past your writing block right now?” Addison asked, pulling away from the hug.

Derek glanced at his laptop, which was just showing a word document full with the letter “H”. An idea tickled at the back of his brain. Something about an over-do meeting between a main character and their parent. A nice conversation about fears. Derek grinned

“You've already have.”

[bloo-the-dragon]

Geno and Sparks - Hospital Visit

Heeeey!

Been a while since i posted a written thing huh!

Sorry about that.

So this is a short(ish) fic that started out as just an experiment for some character developments and ideas that ended up going a bit further than i intended.

So basic overview, Sparks ends up at the hospital and Geno goes to visit him and during the visit an unexpected turn of events happen! (Warningfeelsahead) ;w;

MommaCQ/Worldview belongs to @alainaprana ~

Geno belongs to @loverofpiggies ~

Sparks and Bloo(persona) belong to me. ~

Geno’s nerves were shooting through the roof as the nurse led him to the room Sparks was currently staying in.

There had been quite the scare when the child suddenly passed out yesterday morning. Geno hadn’t been there, but Bloo had rung him to let him know what happened after she had gotten him to the hospital. Thankfully it hadn’t been as bad as first thought – his magical energy had suddenly dropped almost dangerously low, and while he was now out of the danger zone the doctors said they wanted to keep him for a few nights to keep an eye on his soul as it was showing signs of instability and there was a chance it might suddenly give out at any moment.

The news had terrified Geno. He had been babysitting Sparks for a few months now and had grown very attached to the child. He had wanted to come up to see him, but unfortunately his own health had taken a bit of a downhill and he was unable to come up to visit little Sparks. Bloo kept him up to date with phone calls, and reassured him that Sparks would be alright, though he could hear the worry in her own voice which made him even more anxious.

Today though Geno was thankfully well enough to come up to visit Sparks himself. The nurse had been expecting him, as he had phoned Bloo to let her know he was coming and she in turn had let the doctors know. The nurse told him Bloo was away to handle some errands, but she would be happy to take him to Sparks room to which he agreed.

Geno fidgeted with his hands. He was getting increasingly anxious as it felt as though it was taking forever for him and the nurse to reach the room Sparks was staying in. He glanced around, taking in all the sights and sounds. They were all familiar to him, given the number of times he had to stay at hospitals while growing up. He felt his soul pang in sympathy and sadness as he realised it was most likely the same for little Sparks.

“Here we are” The nurse stopped outside of a room, snapping Geno out of his thoughts. “You know what to do if something happens. Just push the red button and help will come” The nurse told him.

“Yes, thankyou” Geno replied, as he stepped past the nurse and into the room. The doctors here knew him well enough. He had been here more than a few times in the past, or at least enough times for them to not forget about him.

Geno saw Sparks sitting semi upright on the bed, being supported by the back rest. There was an IV tube connected to the child’s hand that ran up to a bag filled with magical substance. Geno sighed.

Poor kid.

As he approached, he instantly noticed how quiet the child was which made him feel very worried. Usually Sparks was a lot more active than this. Even bedridden, he would be looking around curiously, playing with any nearby toys or scribbling on some paper. And he would have most certainly heard Geno and the nurse approaching, even before seeing them. The kid had pretty good hearing.

However, this time Sparks was near motionless, head slightly bowed and staring off into space. His little colouring book and pencils were on the drawers next to the bed, but it didn’t look as though they had been touched. He didn’t even seem to be aware that Geno was even in the room.

This wasn’t good.

“Sparks?” Geno called gently.

That seemed to do the trick. Sparks head suddenly snapped up and his eyes brightened once he caught sight of Geno. A big smile spread across the child’s face.

“Gigi! You’re here!”

Geno let out a sigh of relief and smiled back as he sat down in a chair next to the bed before the excited Sparks had a chance to leap out of the bed as he had done once before. He had tripped, but thankfully didn’t fall over though he didn’t seem to faze him at all. Certainly gave Geno and Bloo a bit of a scare, and he preferred to not have a repeat incident. However, he was very happy to see Sparks back to his usual self.

“I knew you’d come! I really missed you! Ma said you couldn’t come to visit yesterday cos’ you were feelin’ sick. Are you feelin’ better now? Are-“

“Whoa hey slow down kiddo! Breathing! Kinda need to do that, remember?” Geno laughed slightly as he cut off Sparks excited rambling. He was relived to see Sparks still had that “spark” of energy of his.

“Oh! Oh yeah that!” Sparks took a short moment to catch his breath, but before he could continue, Geno spoke up again.

“Besides I’m the one who should be asking if your alright. You… certainly gave me and Bloo quite the scare yesterday” Geno said, his smile fading just a little. Sparks seemed to have gone a little quiet again. His big grin faltered slightly, and his eyes cast off to the side.

“So…How do you feel in yourself?” Geno asked.

Sparks shrugged, and the smile widened again “Mm doin ok! Doctors said I had to stay in bed though. Sucks” Sparks pouted.

Geno laughed, “Haha ah well I know it sucks but it’s for the best. Wouldn’t want anything happening, now would we?”

“Mm guess not” Sparks replied, a little less enthusiastic than before.

“Uh.. everything alright kiddo? Your lookin a lil sombre there” Geno’s happy smile quickly shifted into a worried one.

“Mmhmm” Sparks mumbled a bit as he stared off into the distance again, causing Geno to frown.

Geno was starting to become increasingly worried. Something was going on here. Sparks was usually so peppy and outgoing but today he seemed… off. Geno had become aware of the child’s distaste for staying in bed all day not long after starting to babysit. However, the kid always seemed to find ways to entertain himself, with his toys, watching cartoons, drawing in his colouring book and even making up little stories and personalities for his toys. Seemed almost impossible for the kid to be bored.

But then that was when he was at home. Having to make frequent visits to the hospital and stay for long periods of time confined to the beds here would have a negative effect on even the most positive of people over time no doubt. At the hospital things are different. You’re not surrounded by the familiarity of being home, nor having all the things that bring you joy around you. Perhaps that was the reason for his sudden change in attitude. Geno felt a twang of sympathy for the child. He knew that feeling all too well.

“...Gigi?”

“Wha-huh?” Geno snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at Sparks who was now looking back up at Geno, though all traces of a smile had left the kids face. He didn’t look sad though just… blank. And possibly a bit confused but Geno wasn’t sure. He couldn’t tell what the child was thinking.

“Yeah wassup kiddo?”

“I heard the doctors talking with ma today”

Geno felt a chill run up his spine. “Oh, you did?” He tried to keep his voice light hearted.

Sparks nodded, “I was bored an’ my legs were feelin’ funny so I left the bed to walk around a bit. They were talkin’ about me. I don’t think I was supposed to hear em”

Geno wasn’t sure how to respond. He was feeling very conflicted and very worried as to where this was leading too. He noticed Sparks seemed to be a little troubled as a small frown had formed on the childs face. Geno suddenly felt half a mind to stop Sparks from continuing, especially if it was bothering the child but at the same time he felt that maybe it would be good for the child to talk about it. Then again, he was so young, and he didn’t want Sparks worrying.

“Well, uhh..”

“They said I wasn’t doing well” Sparks continued, cutting Geno off.

Geno felt a sharp pang in his soul.

“Somethin’ about my soul not doing good. I have ta’ stay here for a while they said. Ma didn’t sound so happy either” Sparks carried on. Their expression was still blank, as was the tone in their voice. He didn’t sound sad though, nor did he sound happy.

Geno was struggling. He couldn’t tell if Sparks knew what was going on, or if he didn’t and was trying to make sense of what he heard by voicing it to Geno. Either way it wasn’t looking good, and it was starting to bring back some de ja vu memories for Geno.

Before Geno could respond, Sparks suddenly perked up look up towards Geno with a big bright smile. “Don’t worry! Ma said the doctors here are the best and that I won’t be here for too long! She said if I’m good I can leave the bed n’ perhaps wander around the halls and visit the play area and stuff. And she’s gonna bring me some books for story times! Which is great cos’ I wanna tell her a good story tonight so she’ll feel better”

“Oh? Is she not feeling too well?” Geno asked.

Sparks shook his head, “No. I told her that if its my time to go then not to be sad because I would be going to a happy place and I’ll be ok! It made her sad and I felt bad…” Sparks told him.

Whatever Sparks said next, Geno didn’t hear him. Every bone in his body froze up and his soul twinged almost painfully. Everything seemed to come to an instant standstill, and the room suddenly felt a lot colder than it had before.

Sparks had said that sentence so casually it had left Geno feeling utterly shocked, to the point where all trains of thought just halted to a stop as he slowly processed what he had just heard.

It felt like hours had passed by the time Geno regained his senses, though it had only been a few seconds and he suddenly felt very very distraught, as all his emotions came crashing down on him like a tidal wave. Sparks didn’t seem to have noticed. He had carried on talking, despite Geno’s current state.

“It’s like going to sleep they told me” Sparks continued.

“W-Wha..” Geno could barely manage a response.

“Whenever I go to sleep, I always dream of going to these new places!” Sparks carried on, “And there’s all these really cool people who are super nice and always like to play and tell stories. But when I wake up back here it’s all gone. So, when I go to sleep and don’t wake up it will be ok because I’ll be there in the happy place with all the nice people.”

Geno couldn’t stop himself rom covering his mouth with a shaky hand as he realised what was going on in the child’s mind. This was… so much worse than he had thought. He should have known. Why had he not seen the signs before? He should have KNOWN!

“But… I only get to the nice place if I’m happy you see.” Sparks continued. He seemed to become more and more downcast as he kept talking. “That’s why I always do my best to stay as happy as I can. Because if I’m feeling really... really scared… and I go to sleep… I go to a scary place with… scary p-people. So, if I’m going to sleep I want t-to be happy s-so I can go to the h-happy place.”

Sparks had startled to tremble slightly, and his little hands had gripped the sheets more tightly. The reality of his situation seemed to be fully dawning on the child, as his defences began to drop, and now Geno could no longer see the happy cheery child before. Now all he saw was a frightened small child who had now come to the full realisation of his condition, and the internal conflict they were still so desperately trying to hide. Geno felt tears begin to well up in his eyes.

Sparks had always seemed like such a happy and positive child. Geno had never noticed the signs and he felt so angry at himself for failing to do so. He had gone through such a similar thing himself when he was just a child, it should have been so obvious! Doing what he could to hide his pain from his brothers and mother, despite the fact they all knew. Trying to stay positive and happy, trying to not make everyone worry, and the intense guilt he would feel whenever they worried over him and how badly he wanted to just see them all happy.

Trying to reassure them he would be alright.

Not wanting them to know he was dying.

Geno clenched his eyes shut. How had he missed this…?

“S-Sparks”

Sparks looked up at Geno and he gasped slightly, “Gigi? W-why are you sad? Are you crying? Don’t cry p-please! D-don’t be sad! I don’t w-want you to be sad!” Tears had started welling up in the child’s eyes as well, and Geno decided enough was enough.

Geno briskly rubbed his eyes before reaching over and very gently pulled the child into a hug. Sparks tensed slightly at the sudden embrace, but he didn’t resist nor try to pull away. He felt the shudders in the bigger skeletons chest as Geno breathed shakily, trying to hold it together. Sparks looked up slightly, but he couldn’t see Geno’s face.

“…Gigi?”

“I know.”

Sparks froze. “H-huh?”

Geno held the child a little closer, “It’s going to be alright Sparks. You’re... you’re not going to d- hgn. You’re not going to go to sleep. You’re g-going to be alright. Everything will be a-alright. I know your scared and I understand. But its ok to be scared. Just stay strong. Please… stay strong for your guardian kiddo… stay strong for me… ok?”

Sparks didn’t respond, and for a moment Geno almost internally panicked thinking he had said the wrong thing. After a short moment though, Sparks buried his face into Geno’s chest, and Geno felt a pair of small trembling arms wrap around his side.

“O..okay…” came the small muffled response.

---

By the time Bloo came back to the room after running a few quick errands and talking with the doctor about certain treatments, she found both Sparks and Geno lying on the hospital bed sound asleep. Geno was laid on his side with an arm around little Sparks who was curled next to him. She smiled and sighed tiredly before settling down in the chair, not wanting to disturb either of them. She pulled out a sketch pad and began some quiet sketching until they woke up.

[itbeajen]

I. Like. You. | Midoriya Izuku

i. warm "Hello! Welcome, you can take a seat at that table right there!" Midoriya brightly greeted the new customer and you were startled by the warm welcome. It was way too early in the morning, and you wanted to be as productive as possible, so you had left your apartment flat in order to study at a cafe. "G-Good morning," you greeted back, and Midoriya's smile brightened even more. Was that even possible?! With both hands, he points you in the direction of the table and you gently take a seat before pulling out all your work load. It wasn't until about after a few minutes after settling in that you hear a soft clearing of the throat and you looked up to see the green haired male again. He gives you a soft smile and asked, "Would you like something to drink? Or a snack to help you start the day?" "Uhm," you glanced at the untouched menu, and he offered, "We have coffee and tea, and our current drink of the week is any variation of the midnight mint mocha. Would you like to try it?" "Sure!" You give him a weak smile, and he chuckled, "Busy morning?" You nodded and sighed, "Yeah, my company's been piling a lot of work on me. Especially my boss, but I guess there's not much I can do about that." You paused and then your eyes widened, "Oh! I'm so sorry for rambling!" "No, it's fine," Midoriya responded and he laughed, "I hope our coffee shop can help you relax." You barely managed to mumble a thank you before he walked away. But a small part of you couldn't help but feel a lot happier and warmer after the short interaction with the bright waiter. ii. bliss "Welcome back, [L/N]-san!" "It's good to be back, Midoriya-kun!" you brightly greeted. You made your way to the usual table and you sighed contently as Midoriya brought out the usual. The fond smile on your lips made him mirror your features, and he asked, "Good day today?" You nodded, and answered, "It's absolutely great. I got a promotion today." The giggle that leaves your lips makes him smile brightly and he happily stated, "Congratulations on your promotion!" "Thanks!" your bright answer was filled with happiness and unadulterated cheer. When the eye smile that caused crinkles to appear at the corners of your eyes slowly faded and your warm hues were staring directly at Midoriya, the boy couldn't help but feel his heart swell with pride and joy. After all, knowing that he was able to bring a smile to our face and lift your spirits always put a smile on his face. It was these peaceful and cheerful moments with you that made it feel like he was walking on cloud nine. "Ah, and," your face was tinged pink, and Midoriya paused before walking away, "I think I've fallen in love with someone."

iii. confusion Upon hearing your confession of being in love, Midoriya couldn't help but interested. He wonders what kind of person it was to attract someone like you. You were an amazing person, one that could be as sweet as honey, but also sass someone who's clearly gotten on your bad side. You were also extremely humble and modest. Sometimes he doesn't even know if you see the greatness that he sees in you. "Midoriya," Todoroki's voice causes him to look up from polishing the cup and the dual haired male tilted his head slightly and nodded at the cup, "You've been polishing that for the past five minutes. Is there something on your mind?" "E-Eh?!" Midoriya almost let go of the cup in surprise, but thankfully he didn't. Both him and Todoroki let out a breath of relief and Midoriya sheepishly smiled, "I was just thinking of the idea of love." "Ah," Todoroki mumbled, but Midoriya noticed the way his friend's eyes seemed to daze off into the distance and he smirked, "Thinking of a certain someone?" "She's the first person I think of whenever we broach that topic," Todoroki softly admitted. There was a fond smile on his lips and Midoriya asked, "When did you realize that you liked her romantically?" There was a pause, and Midoriya immediately apologized, "Sorry! That was a bit rude! I was just curious! After all, I'm just- I've never been- So I wanted to know if-" "I was jealous of her interacting with Kirishima," Todoroki admitted, and the red-haired male whipped his head around quickly, "No way. You were jealous of me?" "Well, her routine changed and she wasn't my regular anymore, so after observing her, I came to realize I was always feeling discomfort whenever Kirishima was near her." "Possessive much?" Kirishima laughed, and then stopped upon receiving a reprimanding scoff from Todoroki, "As if you aren't. You were as possessive over your girlfriend as I am with mine." "I am not." "You are," Todoroki ended the conversation by turning back to Midoriya and he rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't know if I'm the right person to be saying this, but I think if you do like someone, you'd just want them to be happy." "Couldn't have said it better myself, man!" Kirishima joined in as he walked past with a tray of orders. He glanced back and he said, "I hope you two don't slack off while thinking of your partners!" Todoroki fondly rolled his eyes, and he gently patted Midoriya's shoulder, "I'm sure you'll figure it out soon." Just want them to be happy.. Midoriya idly thought. The first image that appeared was your smiling face, and immediately he felt a rush of blood to his face and he quickly shook his head. I need to focus on my job. I'll think about this later. Think about this later. He paused, and a small smile flickers across his visage. But a smile on her face does make her look even prettier. iv. confirmation "Good morning! Welcome to-" "Morning Izuku-kun!" you brightly greeted and his greeting faltered at the pure happiness you exuded and he managed to return your greeting, "M-Morning [L-" You pointedly pouted and he corrected himself, "Morning [F/N]-san." You let out a small sigh, but the smile on your face lingers. "I guess '[F/N]-san' is better than nothing." "Ahaha, it's hard to change the way I call you. It's always been [L/N]-san." "Mm, but we're good friends, aren't we Izuku-kun?" He immediately nodded and you smiled, "Then we should be on first name basis!" "I-" "Come on now, it's not that hard," you laughed as you gently placed your hand on his shoulder, but then quickly removed it to wave away your comment, "But I won't force you to change it. It's your personality after all." And it's why I fell in love with you in the first place. Your smile is bright, and Midoriya walks you over to your table and asked, "Would you like the usual?" You nodded and he smiled, "I'll be back then." He made his quick escape and he could feel his heart beat racing. The spot where your hand rested against his shoulder was tingling and it felt warm. It was your warmth. He couldn't help but feel the blood rush to his face as he blushed. I know we're good friends and all. And we talk to each other on the phone often. And we even meet up outside of work and the coffee shop. But that was the first time she actually initiated contact with me. And it wasn't an accident!? It was actual contact?! SHE TOUCHED MY SHOULDER?! Her hand is so small and I wonder.. how would it fit with my hands? NO. NO. I can't go there. I don't even- He paused, and his expression changed from a blushing school boy to one of enlightenment. Oh my god, do I like- "Midoriya," Todoroki called his name, snapping him out of his mental ramble and his friend frowned, "Are you okay? You're practically smoking." Kirishima nodded in agreement and before he was able to mention anything, Bakugou walked past him and muttered, "If you've finally realized how dense of an idiot you are, just confess already." "C-c-c-c-c-con- con- CONFESS?!" Midoriya squeaked. It was almost loud enough for people outside of the kitchen and bar area to hear. But thankfully only his coworkers heard, and Kirishima looked at Bakugou in awe. "What a man. I bet he confessed straight forward when he-" "SHUT UP HEDGEHOG HAIR." Kirishima laughs off Bakugou's explosive comment and then turned to his green haired friend. With a small smile he said, "Just think about it you know. If [L/N]-san really is the one then.. just go for it. What's there to lose?" "Friendship," Todoroki pointed out, and then turned to Midoriya and reassured him, "But I do believe it would be okay. She seems to like you quite a lot too. She only ever talks about you when she's here and you're not." "S-She does?!" Midoriya's blush further increased and Todoroki nodded. Maybe.. Maybe I do like her. No. No. Midoriya glanced over at you. The way your hair shimmered in the sunlight made his heart do flips and he sighed. I definitely like her. What do I do? v. confessions This isn't how I pictured myself confessing. Midoriya internally groaned and panicked upon meeting your flushed face. He wasn't sure if it was your fever or if you were actually blushing, but gods were you adorable. The way your tried to hide your face with your hair or behind a pillow, it didn't work, but you were just too cute. He nervously swallowed and then mumbled, "I uhm, really like you." "I'm not delusional from my fever am I?" you asked and then gently reached out for his hand that was resting on your bed sheets. "You like me?" He frantically nodded, and then he panicked upon seeing tears well up at the corners of your eyes and he stuttered, "A-Are you okay?! Did I say something wrong?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to confess like that! I mean- I was going to tell you! But I wasn't sure! And I didn't want to lose a friend! And I just- I mean, you were so cute so I- WAIT I MEAN-" "You really like me?" you asked again, and he slowly nods his head and you slowly mumbled, "I.. I like you too." "You like me?!" Midoriya parroted. There was a short moment of silence, and then the two of you burst into laughter. You nodded your head, and you mumbled, "I do. I like you.. a lot." Your eyes were fluttering close, and Midoriya stood up as soon as he noticed you slumping forward. Your breathing had evened out again and he sighed in relief when you were just exhausted, and most likely burnt out from the whole situation. He slowly lowers you back onto the bed, and then tucks you in. His hands gently frame your cheeks and he whispered, "I like you, [F/N]. So get better soon." vi. like you "Girl, stop staring at him like that." You looked away from Midoriya and glanced over to your friend and rolled your eyes playfully and mumbled, "Whatever, soon-to-be Ms. Bakugou." "H-Hey!" she flushed and mumbled, "That was a low blow. And I don't want to hear that from you when you and Midoriya are getting married." "H-Hey! You can't do that either! That's unfair!" "Uh-huh, sure," your friend rolled her eyes and then mumbled, "We barely got engaged last night, give me time to get used to it." "Mhm, sure, whatever you say," you laughed as you played with the golden band on your left hand. Your friend gives you a warm smile and murmured, "I'm happy for the two of you. You guys are so cute and happy together." "T-Thanks," you shyly mumbled and she laughs, "Don't pick up his muttering habit though, okay?" "Okay," you laughed as you watch Midoriya clock out. You stood up and your friend waves good-bye. Midoriya watches you, his eyes lit with happiness and pure adoration for you and he teased, "Someone looks happy today." "Mhm!" He waited and you smiled, "I was talking about you." "About me?" There was a nod and you teased, "Would you like to know what I said?" He nodded and you leaned up to whisper into his ear, "It was about how much I like you, Izuku-kun."

[elsewhereuniversity]

continuation of the ODSS-1b fig newton story

the person who sent in those other asks was totally right so ive continued my earlier story some to reflect that. i might write more in this same vein? im not sure. this is sorta… idk, it’s not the Best thing but it sure is a thing, and at least i remembered to save it this time lmao

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The first time you notice them is probably a Thursday. You’re just guessing, though; you’ve been in the library for a long time. They’re in the psychology section, which intrigues you, so you walk up behind them silently. They have their index finger on the spine of a book titled “Dissociative Disorders: a Guide” which you’ve read and don’t like, so you tell them so,

“That one doesn’t have reliable sources and contains lots of misinformation.”

They flinch, and drop the other books they’re carrying. As they bend down and scrabble to pick them up, they also duck their head, hiding behind a thick curtain of dark hair.

“Oh, sorry,” you say, and kneel down to help them. Oops. You hope they never think to call that in. You’ve been here for practically Ever, you should have this down by now.

“I’ve got it,” they say suddenly, severely, almost sounding scared.

You catch a glimpse of a tattered notebook before it disappears behind a Chemistry textbook. When they’ve finished gathering their stuff back up, they don’t look at you, but still ask,

“Um… How do you know the book is bad?” 

“I’ve read it,” you tell them, “and I was in a position where I needed accurate information, and it lead me to Make a Deal that maybe wasn’t the best choice.” 

They look up at you then, dark eyes striking and intense, and say,

“You made a deal based on the information in a book on dissociative disorders.”

It’s not quite a question, but you nod anyway. You narrow your eyes at them, and they dip their head to let their hair cover the left side of their face back up. They’re still looking at you with the other eye, and you’re beginning to suspect they’re in a similar situation to where you were upon arriving at Elsewhere University. They’re a freshman; you can tell because a copy of the orientation brochure is sticking out of their Chemistry textbook.

“I can recommend a better book if this is for a class project…?” you let your voice tilt up at the end of your sentence to make it into a question, and they hesitate, before shaking their head.

“It’s maybe a little bit personal.”

You nod, because that’s what you thought.

“In that case, I can provide you with some information on the way all this works.”

You’re being deliberately vague, because you don’t want to spook them if they could use your help, and because if they’re a neurotypical looking for shit to dramatise, you aren’t in the mood for bigotry. They still hesitate, and you remember to add,

“Freely given.”

You don’t know how much they know about common practices on campus, but they’ve probably been advised on accepting favours that aren’t freely given, because they nod. You hold out a hand.

“Follow me?”

They chew on their lower lip, and look at your hand for a long moment, then look up at you and nod. You let your hand fall back down to your side and turn on your heel.

“You may’ve noticed that the library does weird things to your sense of time,” you say, as you walk down the aisle, glancing over your shoulder to check if they’re still following you.

“Yes,” they say, “just, it’s hard to tell if that was… Well, usually it’s my own fault. Are you saying–”

“That it’s the library doing that? Yeah.”

They breathe out a sigh of relief, and start to say,

“So can I assume–”

“Not yet,” you tell them, “it’s not safe to talk about secrets in open areas of the library.” 

The rest of the walk to your office is silent. You open the door and let them enter first, and then shut it. They flinch at the click of the latch, and you ask them,

“Do you need this open? I’ve got a salt border under the carpet so it should be okay, I usually only close it for the sake of my various, ah… Brain Quirks.” 

They don’t respond, but you’re pretty sure just by looking that the answer is yes, so you open it about a third of the way and then walk around your desk to sit down. You indicate the chair across from you and offer them a Fig Newton, “freely given,” which they decline. They sit down.

“First things first, you can withdraw from this conversation at any time for any reason without explaining yourself, alright? Your well-being should be your first priority, since, if I’m reading the situation correctly, we’re about to discuss some heavy things.” 

“Heavy like your chain?”

You look down at your trauma, which you’ve taken to hanging things off of, like a six-pack of coke, with three sodas hanging off one side and three on the other. 

“Yeah, that’s… heh, it’s actually my trauma made tangible, so sorta like that.”

They might raise an eyebrow; you can’t tell, because their hair is still all in their face. 

“That’s… hardcore.”

You nod, and pop a coke out of the six-ringed plastic doodad, leaving five hanging off the chain. You flick the top before you open it, which is supposed to keep it from spraying everywhere, but you doubt it would stop one of Them from messing with you. The soda doesn’t spray, though, so you count yourself lucky this time. 

“I suppose. I don’t know how obvious it is, but I’m not so great yet at being one person, and lately I’ve been trying more creative ways of coping with it. I painted it a few weeks ago,” you just made up that length of time, you have no idea how long it actually was, “but… it didn’t help, it was a bit too much like pretending it wasn’t trauma.

They sort of shy away at your mention of being one person, and, because talking a lot is one of your personality traits (and the thing you cling to when you’re dissociating, to the chagrin of many students in the library), you say, 

“You don’t ever have to integrate, though, it should always be a personal choice, which is why that book back there isn’t good. It talks about it like it should be a goal for every system, which just isn’t realistic, and– sorry, I’m rambling.” Dammit, you need to stop apologising. They don’t respond, which leads you to believe they’ve noticed every damn time you say sorry, and they probably plan to use it if you ever try to hurt them. You don’t blame them, honestly; as a freshman with a stigmatised mental disorder, they need every advantage they can get.

You spin around in your chair and pick a drawer of your file cabinet at random. The thing you’re looking for will probably be in there. At this point, you aren’t consciously aware of the locations of most of your things, but since time hasn’t actually passed nearly as much as it feels like, some part of you still knows where it all is. 

And yep, here it is, the schedule you drew for yourself sophomore year, once you realised winging it wasn’t going to work out. You put it on the desk and slide it over to them.

“So I recommend making one of these, if you haven’t already. Those are my alters, from when I wasn’t completely me, we split up classes, Georgie took Humanities related stuff, Cotink did the mandatory math class, that sort of thing.” 

They nod.

“I’ve got one. Sort of. It’s hard to enforce. And I have a question?” 

“Yeah?”

“There’s something happening here that’s really big, isn’t there, something that doesn’t follow science, something I’m missing. What is it?” 

You grin, and temple your fingers as you lean forwards and tell them, 

“Fairies.”

They’re silent for a long moment. Then:

“Ah. And… do these fairies grant favours, or…” 

“You have to have something they want. There’s one behind the freshman dorms that likes fig newtons and is really good at getting Names back, for instance. That’s the one I made my deal with.”

“The obsession with names is something I don’t understand.” 

“If someone has your true name, they have power over you. We started going by the name we had chosen for when we integrated, which was a bad thing for multiple reasons. I hope you didn’t choose a Name that belongs to any of you?” 

They shake their head.

“I’m Fish, nice to meet you.” 

“I’m Ozzie. Like osmium, since it’s the densest element and the guy I dated the month after my trauma draped itself across me was a chemistry major who liked puns.”

You think you see a smirk behind their hair, but you aren’t sure.

“And the salt and iron?” 

“Fairies can’t touch either of them. They avoid me for obvious reasons. They might avoid anyone who has trauma, but I’ve got no way to test it, and it seems unlikely, honestly.”

Fish nods, and then checks their watch. 

“Um, I should probably go? I don’t know, my watch is acting up.”

“Time passes differently in the library,” you reply, and grin at them as they stand and walk through the door. Then you chug your coke, because you forgot about it and don’t want it to go to waste. Good talk.