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dorizardthewizard · 4 years ago

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Galactik Football: Season 1

I completely forgot that I wrote a load of ramble as I rewatched GF during lockdown, so uh here’s a sort of review for season 1!

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First of all, the concept and setting is just so unique and wild I mean, football in space against aliens but with magical powers too? Epic. Superpowers are pretty common in sports cartoons and anime but here there’s actually an explanation for them, and they have significance for the world of the show. The concept of the flux sets up for an entire sub-plot of wars with weapons of mass destruction, corrupt mega-corporations ruling the galaxy, space pirates… the world feels very lived in, and makes you want to know more about the goings-on outside of the football games.

The pirate business doesn’t overshadow the Snow Kids though, because their personal drama and journey to becoming a better team together is interesting enough. Basically, this is a space opera with football sprinkled in. For such a big cast, most get good development and there’s no clear main character. This leads into me rambling about each character, because I never really appreciated the diversity of arcs when I first watched it as a kid :’P

Rocket:

He starts out pretty timid, doesn’t fight for his dreams, and has a habit of running away from confrontation (like when the others found out he was Aarch’s nephew) that follows him into season 2. He’s stuck tending to flowers (ironic, since he himself isn’t allowed to grow and bloom), but by the end of the season, he’s more authoritative and confident enough to suggest strategies to the team. Also has a habit of hiding his feelings and underestimating his importance to others, which he works on in season 2.

Tia:

You’d expect her to be more calm and similar to Rocket, and sure they bond over being out of the inner circle of the Snow Kids, and also both having emotionally unavailable parents, but she’s actually far more headstrong than she seems. I mean, she was willing to do anything to be in Aarch’s team, even faking her parents’ consent and almost dying when her ship crashed! (Plus that scene where she uses the breath is epic, that music? Chef’s kiss) She’s not perfect though – she’s very empathetic (like when they arrived on the Ryker’s planet and she was the most upset by the conditions there), and relates to Rocket, so she wants to give him the happy family she didn’t have, by reuniting him with his mother. Although well-intentioned, it’s preeetty invasive, and though it turned out okay in the end, she really should have consulted with Rocket first, especially after finding out his mother wasn’t dead, but had left them. For all Tia knew, she could have been a really shitty person.

D’jok:

Very clear ego problems :P He doesn’t know his past and doesn’t have much of a future on Akillian, so he pushes himself to achieve some great destiny, then feels like everyone else isn’t on the same level as him if they don’t do the same. He gets more than he bargained for when it turns out that Sonny Blackbones is his dad, and he realises what’s really important to him in the final match. Namely, he realises that the reason he found it so difficult to sabotage the match isn’t because he wanted to win at all costs, but because he doesn’t want to betray his team – he wants to win together with them.

Althooough, I was never entirely sure about him scoring the penalty before knowing Sonny was safe, like sure he didn’t know Sonny that well yet so maybe felt closer to the SK but dude, you just sentenced a man to death. I think the life-and-death situation by itself was enough to get him to rethink his priorities. Maybe they could have made him more aware that the whole galaxy was at stake if he lost the match, but that motive for scoring the penalty isn’t as satisfying for his arc I guess.

Micro-Ice:

To this day, I have no idea why he was named that :’P He’s the first Snow Kid we meet, which makes for a fun start to the show since he’s such a smart-ass and a joker that keeps getting in trouble. He could have easily been nothing but comic relief, but he isn’t. He’s actually pretty pessimistic and doubtful about his skills, and covers it up with jokes and fake confidence. He didn’t even want to go to the try-outs, to avoid disappointment if he didn’t get chosen.

The self-confidence issue keeps building up with things like being put as substitute initially, being the last person to get the Breath, and D’jok and Mei getting together, finally driving him to run off with the pirates thinking he isn’t really needed on the team. He also lets jealousy get the better of him, souring his friendship with D’jok and forgetting that Mei is free to choose whoever she likes. He eventually realises he’s wrong though, and comes back. I also love his friendship with Artie :’D

Mei:

She starts out ambitious, which in itself isn’t a bad thing, but she’s willing to throw others under the bus for personal gains. Then you start to see it’s because of her mother’s influence – always pushing her to do better. When Mei starts to actually have feelings for D’jok, she starts to care about him and regrets breaking up his friendship with Micro-Ice. Eventually, she manages to stand up to her mum and is happy playing the position she’s best at.

The execution cooould be a little better because at times it leaned a bit into the “overambitious woman who needs to be put in her place” trope. It only really comes down to little details, like why did Aarch refuse to let her try out as an attacker when he was forming the team? Back then he had no idea who she was or what her skills were?? He didn’t even want to consider the idea later when Micro-Ice left, which felt more like an emotional reaction than a tactical one. But anyway, it’s alright overall and I love that she got to score the winning goal despite not being an attacker.

Thran and Ahito:

Having a narcoleptic goalkeeper is just genius, and makes for some fun last-minute saves. Also love how despite being asleep half the time, Ahito’s the one that knows what’s up :’P Thran is also really underrated but there’s more to talk about with these two in season 2.

Also wanted to throw in some appreciation for how the older characters are written – usually the adults in kids shows are more on the side-lines, but in Galactik Football, they’re also pretty flawed and interesting. For example, Aarch isn’t the perfect, wise mentor – whether he did it for glory, to escape bad memories or a combination of both, he still left his brother and planet behind when they needed him most, and now he’s trying to make up for it. Norata’s not perfect either – he denies Rocket his dreams partly to protect him, but also out of bitterness towards Aarch and fear of being left alone again. Also, there’s a variety of different families being represented in the show – single parents, adopted parents, rich, not so rich, neglectful, supportive, ambitious, non-existent… and with some of them, this plays a key role in the Snow Kids’ characters.

The show might not be the most technically amazing, okay, the 2D animation is not the best, but the designs are pretty diverse and I miss that 2000’s style with the outfits :’P There are lots of locations with pretty backgrounds, and very varied planets that reflect the people living there. I also like the comfortable sci-fi design – it’s futuristic-looking enough, but more colourful than some of the CGI bores we get in movies these days.

The 3D animation is better – they reuse motions a lot but at least they shake it up a bit by using different characters and camera angles. Speaking of camera angles, there’s some really interesting ones and camera movements that really make the matches dynamic. Honestly, having CGI in the 2000’s that doesn’t look super ugly and dated now is great, partly because they transferred their designs to 3D really well and partly because they didn’t try to do much rendering on the models.

ALSO THE SOUNDTRACK SLAPS THEY DID NOT HAVE TO GO THAT HARD ON THE OPENING THEME AND THE SCORE SOUNDS SO EPIC ALL THE TIME

I don’t know how to end this so if you actually got this far, I’ll just say season 1 was the best one for me! There’s some parts and characters I left out but that’s for another time. Sinedd and D’jok’s rivalry deserves its own post :’P

#galactik football #jetix #cartoon review #i practicaly liveblogged s2 so i guess i'll post those thoughts later #my posts

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whiskehorange · 5 years ago

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Manhunt

Summary: Elliot just can’t stop until Peter Douglass is caught, but when does it become too much?

“Elliot, go home.”

Olivia was the only other detective left in the station besides her partner. It was getting close to one in the morning and Captain had already gone home which was a clear sign that it was getting pretty late. Elliot was at his desk, flipping through the same photos, hoping for something new to come to light the more he looked.

When was the last time Elliot had seen his own bed and not the ones in the crib at the precinct? Olivia kept track; 3 days.

“Liv, that guy is still out on the street someone doing God knows what, maybe even planning another kidnapping and you expect me to just go home and sleep while this guy’s not rotting behind bars?”

Elliot was never one to let things go down unfinished, especially when that meant staying and doing his work as a cop until the suspect was charged and sent to trial. No matter how many years they’ve been partners, Olivia knows how hard headed Elliot really is. There’s no getting to him, not even with a family at home.

Olivia grabbed her jacket, patting Elliot on the back, “Lets go get some food, that’s the least you can let me do for you.”

“That guy was right in front of me, why didn’t I run? All I had to do was grab him. A few steps and I would have grabbed him.”

“Elliot it was chaos, there was nothing you could have done to get him. You saved Harper and that’s all that matters right now-”

“Please don’t try to help me out right now. Why would he risk getting ID'd? We know what he looks like for Christ’s sake, yet we can’t do a damn thing to find him because he’s left to fingerprints, no paper trail, and no DNA!”

The 9-1-1 call was assigned to the two detectives only because Captain Cragen knew that they would be on it until it was closed.

Harper, an 11 year old girl from downtown Manhattan was reported missing after missing the bus after school. The investigation had multiple witnesses to a man who stood outside of Harper’s daycare and apartment building as well as seen carrying around a disposable camera every time he had been sighted.

The case itself took a month or so to be considered closed; when Harper was actually found. The bastard was smart to not keep her in his own apartment building, or house. So far no leads gave the department access to where he lived let alone his whereabouts.

“His name is Peter Douglass. A thirty four year old man who lived in the Manhattan area. About 5’7, average build, red rimmed glasses-”

“Elliot, for God’s sake will you just eat.”

Olivia had almost finished her coffee and eggs before Elliot had even touched his plate. All she had ordered for him was eggs and toast with strawberry jam, what he would normally get any other time they ate breakfast before stepping into the chaos they call the NYPD. Beside Elliot was the manila folder that held just about anything and everything that was Peter Douglass. A slim folder, really. If you just glanced over it you’d think there was nothing in it until you’d go to pick it up and black and white photos of him and paperwork would fall out.

When Elliot says he’s milked everything he’s got from those photos, he means it. All down to what he was wearing and what direction he’s looking. Yet he still thinks there is something that he’s missing from all of it. Don was on the same page as Olivia regarding Elliot’s new obsession with Douglass, which is why he ordered him to work on it in his own time. There were going to be far more important cases openly being investigated that he needed the crew’s attention on than a “official” closed case.

“Elliot, I want to catch this guy just as much as you do, you can hold me to that. But with the DA officially closing it with Harper found, you know I can’t let the Department look into it anymore.”

“Captain-”

“That’s enough.” Don wasn’t going to take no for an answer, even though he knew how

invested Elliot was in this case, but it was either risk the jobs of the entire SVU unit, or close it.

“Look, you still have all of your vacation days. Why you haven’t used them to spend time

with your family for the past seven years is beyond me, but you can either use them and figure this out yourself, or leave it be. There’s nothing else to it. It’s your choice, detective.”

That’s the choice that left Elliot staying in a hotel, using his neglected vacation days. Of course he loved his family, but he wasn’t going to go home and be invested in this case. If he did that, it’d be like he wasn’t even home. Being locked in his study and being on the job was the same thing in his mind.

“Elliot?” Olivia was finished with her plate. It was getting close to two am and Elliot hadn’t had a drop to drink or an ounce of sleep. She could see it on his face. His blue eyes seemed empty but concentrated. His brows furrowed, surely stuck in that position if you didn’t know any better. Being this engulfed in a case never looked good on Elliot.

“I think I’m gonna go back to the motel. Goodnight Liv.”

And with that, Elliot left the diner.

While Olivia, as well as the rest of the department was asleep in their own homes, in their own bed and under their own blankets, Elliot could only look up at the ceiling of the dainty little motel room he had rented for the week. His hands folded across his chest, shoes still on, his mind raced.

A hotel. Small, cliche, perfect for tucking someone away. No, his name would have come up in the system of the places he’s checked. Hotels? Inns? Apartment. Most likely. Abandoned: possible.

His legs now hung off the side of the bed as his hand reached for the manila folder. But he paused

(Is this really what I’ve become?)

but only for a split second before he grabbed it. The indents of his fingers riddles across the tab and top of the folder. Any Medical Examiner would be able to get at least fifty good pairs of his prints if they dusted it.

The muscles in his arms and hands routinely spayed out the photos across the bedspread. His eyes adjusting to the yellow light from the table lamp beside him. His brain immediately remembers every little note he’s made about each picture. His eyes scanning each and every picture just like he did the numerous times he’s done in the station. Elliot would look at these pictures for hours until his neck would cry out for a different position. Until his back aches for a soft bed. Until his fingers begged for a time out.

But this time, his eyes halted at one picture.

Peter, standing at the corner where Harper gets off the bus. The time stamp puts him right at the bus stop only three minutes before Harper is let off, along with several other kids. Although he isn’t looking at the bus station itself, but at the trashcan next to him. His hand placed slightly above his pocket as if he was putting it back in. The picture before showed Peter with a disposable camera, the one after showed him with no camera, hand out of pocket.

Before he could even finish laying out the plot in his head Elliot was out the door with his jacket and in his car. There would be no time to stop by and pick up Olivia, so he’d have to call her for now.

“Elliot? Is everything alright?” It was 5:26 and Olivia wasn’t planning on waking up for another 2 hours. Her voice was gravely and tired.

“I’ve got a lead, I’ll be at the intersection where Harper’s bus stop was right outside her house. If they haven’t dumped the trash yet one of his cameras might still be in there.”

Click.

“Elliot? Elliot!” He had already hung up.

Olivia bounced her head back onto her pillow, letting out a long sigh. Why couldn’t he just leave this alone.

(The trash gets collected in about thirty minutes)

“Elliot you better get there fast.”

Olivia went back to sleep.

Elliot could see the orange paper label of the camera beneath the cigarette butts, food wrappers and what was hopefully coffee. The breaking and beeper of the garbage truck about a block away wasn’t making the situation any better, but with a rolled up sleeve and closed eyes, he plunged his hand into the trash and grabbed the camera, yanking his hand out and letting out a deep breath. That was definitely not coffee.

Elliot had the camera developed, that's how he found the two pictures of Harper on them. The station's Technical Assistance Responder, Ruben, was the first to take a look at the camera roll before anyone else.

“Why would he throw it away? It’s got Harper on it, why not use that?”

“Well, by looking at the tape,” Ruben had opened the camera and layed the parts out on the table before him and Elliot, “the capture button, here, wasn’t wired right to the film, here. See this little wire? It’s supposed to go here so that the camera can snap the photo and transfer it to the film, which produces your picture. That’s why these few that he did take come out a bit on the under-developed side.”

Ruben led Elliot over to a seperate table, with two intact cameras.

“Take this camera. It’s wired correctly, so when you move the dial and click,” the camera wizzed and clicked, “you can hear the click and the dial move back to its original place, and now it’s ready to take another. Now, if you look at this camera, one that I’ve personally rewired like the perp’s, I move the dial… and click..”

But the camera made two small clink sounds, like the dial was struggling to turn back.

“That’s the camera making a flash, but taking no picture.” “If I heard it, then the perp heard it too,” Elliot rubbed cheek, sorting it out in his mind.

“Exactly, and what do you do with something that doesn’t work?” “You throw it out.”

“The perp most likely didn’t even know the film was even able to make out anything. You’re lucky you found this before the color even faded completely. Maybe give it to Warner and see if she can dust for prints.”

(“Well, while the sides of the camera were covered it… well trash, I wasn’t able to get a good print from there, but the push button at the top did have a solid index print on it. Along with the receipt you have me, I can match that with what was found on the camera. The thumb on the back was a major plus. This was Peter Douglass’s camera.”)

“Already covered. Thank you.” Elliot took the film and headed down to the corner store where the camera was purchased. Thankfully for Warner, the second set of thumb prints on the opposite end of the receipt belonged to a Walter Brightman, the owner of Brightman’s Liquor. That made his job much easier.

“Idiot threw away the receipt with it. I have the film with Harper on it and where he got it. Brightman ID’d Peter and gave me his address, apparently he’s a regular and enjoys Grey Goose. I have this much Casey, just get me a warrant.”

Elliot was begging and bugging Casey for about fifteen minutes with evidence in hopes of getting a search warrant for his apartment. While there was a lot of evidence, she wasn’t sure just how well it would add up to the judge she’d get the warrant from.

“Stabler, even you know any judge will deny a warrant with this. The evidence is there-” “Then that's enough for a warrant of his apartment, car-”

“Elliot, that isn’t what I’m talking about. The case is closed, just about any judge I request from will deny it. There isn’t anything that they can legally do.”

There was silence on both ends. At this rate, Casey was prepared for more prying, but almost wanted to check to see if he was still there that's how quiet he was being.

“Listen, the judge that handled the Harper case might be a good bet to settle with. She seemed invested in the case as well as catching Douglass, but I’m not making any promises, Stabler. It’ll have to wait though, I’m not trying to hassle Donnelly out of bed this early in the morning for this. I’ll have your answer no later than nine pm, alright?”

“Fine.”

Elliot knew that bugging Casey with confirmation calls wasn’t going to make it any better, but it was 9:06; Six minutes too long for Casey to not call him back.

A voice followed a knock on his car window just about made him spill his coffee all over the dashboard. At least he was awake now.

“God damnit Casey,” Elliot huffed, rolling down his window and setting his coffee in the holder where it wouldn’t go flying out of his hand.

“Sorry I’m late, figured I’d deliver this personally,” the sly smile on her face gave her spiel away completely. Or the fact that she flopped the little blue pamphlet down onto his windowsill as she bent down, but either way, Elliot got what he had needed.

“So that’s why you’re late.”

“Listen, it took a lot of time to get this out of Donnelly. Thankfully for you, she owes me a bit of a favor. But anyways, in that warrant-”

“I know how a warrant works Casey.”

“Elliot, zip it. What I was going to say, in that warrant, it only covers the apartment. That was the best I could get out of her, so don’t try anything funny.” “Did you mention anything about-”

“-How this isn’t an official case assigned to you personally by Williams and put both of our asses on the line? Of course not. Now get out of here before I change my mind and tell her.”

He could only shake his head and crack a small smile. Donnelly really would have both of their jobs on the line if she knew this wasn’t a case for the entire department. He also knew Don would be on him too if they figured out that he gave his okay for Elliot to not only go through with his own personal investigation, but that he would have to face the city on his own time and explain. Then the entire department would be on the line,

(what have you gotten yourself into, Elliot?)

as well as anyone who helped him. Warner, Ruben, Casey… People that didn’t need to lose their job just because Elliot was too hot headed to just let Douglass get away with what he did. Too focused on getting sweet little Harper Andrews the justice she deserved, even if she wasn’t quite old enough to really understand just what that meant. Her father and older sister would know how it feels, but-

“I wish you the best of luck, Elliot. I really do.”

His seatbelt was left to his side as Elliot zipped out and onto the main road and downtown to Peters apartment. Hands gripped to the steering wheel like it was going to fly right out of the window, knuckles as white as a ghost.

Peter Douglass had no idea what kind of storm was going to break down his front door.

It was almost shameful how close Peter’s apartment was to the station. By foot it would take, give or take, ten minutes at max. By car, no more than four with regular traffic. Elliot, however, made it there in two. Any tickets he’d handle later.

If you were to take a look into Elliot’s mind, it would be filled to the brim with different scenarios. How he would kick down his door, how he’d tell the Andrews that they don’t have to worry about going outside anymore, how he’d look presenting to the press that Douglass is off of the streets. How he’d finally be able to sleep in his own bed once this was all over…

As he scaled past the front desk, he did a one-eighty as he flashed his badge as well as the warrant to the desk clerk, asking for Peter Douglass.

“Uhm, 319, on the 3rd floor but-”

But Elliot was off in a heartbeat. Up the staircase as fast as his legs could take him and down the corridor in a flash,

315… 316… 317… 318… turn the corner-

319.

Barricaded and protected by caution tape. Suits and ME’s swarming in and out like angry bees.

“Sir, this is a restricted area-”

“Yeah yeah, uhm, Stabler,” a flash of the badge once again, “with the SVU. What’s going on here, where’s Peter?”

“Oh, Elliot,” it was the head of the FBI, Jackson Marson. Someone who Elliot had known for a long time now, you could even say made it a bit further with his career that Smith himself, “I was sure Williams told you that he surrendered this case to Federal crimes. This has nothing to do with the SV Unit anymore.”

Eyebrows furrowed, mouth gaped, and eyes searching for answers, Elliot was completely halted.

“You know I can’t give you any details, Elliot, but this just isn’t your case anymore. He’s in Federal hands now.”

The steering wheel was the best option to take out the frustration out on. Passersby were welcomed to give him looks, but Elliot was beyond outraged. Knuckled white and on the verge of bloody. Busted open, but not quite yet bleeding, give it a few seconds.

(You were too late, Elliot.)

(You shouldn’t have taken that nap.)

(Why in the hell didn’t you figure it out sooner?)

Going back to the precinct wasn’t an option for Elliot, but he needed to return the files. After scooping up his failed attempts to provide justice for little Harper, he bitterly returned back to the station. It took him a few deep breaths and moments to suppress the rage within him to get out of the car

(There go your vacation days.)

and make it up to the doors and to his desk.

“Elliot? My office, now,” Don called, standing in his doorway with his hands in his pockets. His jacket was off, which was a good sign that Elliot wasn’t in trouble, hopefully.

“Captain-”

“Elliot, I’m not here to berate you and yell, but it was only just now that I got the news of the Federal Government taking Douglass’s case. You know damn well that I would have been the first to call you and tell you. The Chief had just left my office and we both would have been in some deep trouble if I called to tell you to back off of a case that you weren’t supposed to be on in the first place,”

“Captain..” He wasn’t on the verge of tears, but he could have just sat, defeated.

“You did good Elliot,” Don nodded, “You beat yourself up over this case, we both know that, but there really isn’t anything you could have done with the Feds on this case. I know you would have gotten him if they didn’t stand in your way. You’re a good man, detective.”

“Harper doesn’t get any closure. Her family doesn’t get any closure.”

“Douglass is off of the streets. They should be more than accepting that he’s not going to be able to have the chance to snatch a child anymore, Elliot.”

He rubbed his face with both hands. He could really use a coffee, and a shave, come to think about it. As he started to the door, Don called out once more,

“Elliot. Call your wife. Talk to the kids. Go home and get some rest. You’ve got off for the next 2 days, don’t even think of coming in until I call you, got it?”

Elliot nodded.

#law and order svu #elliot stabler #olivia benson

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milomeepit · 5 years ago

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Diamond In The Rough: Chapter Thirteen

Roman has always wanted better. Has always believed that there’s a better life, a better world, just out of reach. Just beyond the veil of shitty teachers who don’t care, angry classmates that scream insults and slurs at each other all day, and drug-hazed parents who are more concerned with their next hit than looking after their ten year old son.

When he runs away after a particularly bad night at home and finds a quiet little cafe/bookstore tucked away in a back alley of the city, the sweet couple who run the joint (an odd pair; a quiet, gloomy man with a wry sense of humour and a cynical gleam in his eye, and a bouncy man who smiles like sunshine and laughs like a storybook king) help show him that maybe- just maybe- he really can have the life he always dreamed of.

Masterpost (to be added soon!)

Word Count: 2645

Chapter Warnings: Yelling, child neglect, abusive parents, fire, basements, darkness, daydreams, crying, panic attacks, starving, running away, punishments, mentioned drug use, arguing, nightmares, sleep deprivation, alcohol mention, cursing

The next few days passed in a noisy haze of yelling, slammed doors, and too-loud TV shows. Roman spent most of his time in either his room, lying on his bed and letting his mind drift to faraway places, or out the backyard, climbing the old oak tree and watching birds fly over the tops of houses. Sometimes, when the wind blew hard, hard enough to shake the smaller branches of the tree, it felt like he could fly, too, if he just opened his arms and stepped out of the tree.

He’d always wanted to fly. It was part of the reason he did love Peter Pan quite so much. It would be so magical, wouldn’t it, to just spread his arms out, think happy thoughts, and soar up into the sky? To trail his hand through the clouds, to follow the sunset and fly somewhere. Somewhere new and exciting, where the rules of real life didn’t follow, where the sun was always shining and rivers ran crystal clear, where people smiled and sang songs, where flowers swayed in the gentle breeze and forests were full of friendly creatures.

Thoughts like that helped pass the hours that dragged by until Dad finally fell asleep on the couch. He’d usually knock out sometimes after 3am, and wake up at midday. It was a welcome reprieve from the usual noise and chaos, but Roman found himself unable to sleep. He would lie in bed, curled up under the fluffy grey blanket that Virgil had given him, arms tightly wound around the monkey- since named Arwen- and plan out elaborate fantasies.

Exploring hidden temples, wandering through magical forests, climbing ancient mountains that reached up into the heavens, he travelled the world in his mind’s eye. Sometimes he was alone, sometimes he had company. Sometimes other kids, friends who he led bravely into the shadows for them to claim a shining prize or battle some great evil. Sometimes a group of knights, pledged to follow his every command, who defended from all who struck against him.

And sometimes, it was Virgil and Patton. Virgil would scale trees and scan for danger, swinging down from the thick, strong branches, and landing with a satisfying crunch on the leaves scattering the forest floor. Patton would hold his hand and help him climb over large tree roots and rocks, his bright laughter spilling through the trees like sunshine. They would pick their way through the forest, searching for a spot to sit down. And then, just as their legs began to tire and their feet started to hurt, there it would be.

A clearing, ringed perfectly by rustling green trees, carpeted with lush grass and bright, sweet-smelling flowers. The stream that cut through the woods rushed nearby, just through the trees on the other side of the clearing, cool and inviting. The three of them would sit down, and Patton would pull containers of sandwiches and bottles of water from his bag, and they would eat and talk and relax together in the warm, golden sunlight. Virgil would tease Roman about going for a dip in the cold water, and Patton would laugh as the two of them raced to the bank and dived in to see who could make the bigger splash.

Roman’s stomach growled as he imagined the soft bread and creamy egg salad of the sandwiches, bringing his attention back to the real world. He grimaced as he sat up, feeling a little light-headed. Mom had been away since the first night he’d gotten home- working, Dad had grunted when Roman had dared to ask him- and, as a result, he hadn’t eaten anything but the half-dozen cookies Virgil had packed for him from the batch they’d made together that afternoon.

He tucked Arwen under his arm and tugged his hoodie around his shoulders, then carefully made his way downstairs. It was late, but the TV was still on, meaning Dad was probably still awake. Roman held his breath as he crept past the living room, trying to make himself as silent as possible.

He made it to the kitchen undisturbed and set Arwen carefully in a clear spot on the counter, her large head listing to the side a little, then began looking through the cupboards to find something to eat. Most of them were jammed full of cracked crockery and broken appliances, and he didn’t bother opening those.

He found a packet of pop tarts in the back of the cupboard above the sink. He carefully climbed down off of the chair he’d dragged over from the table to look in the overhead cabinets and showed off his find to Arwen. Her wide stitched smile mirrored his own grin as he set them on the counter next to her, then turned to paw through another cupboard to find the toaster.

Roman eventually dug it out and plugged it in next to Arwen, shoving dirty cups and plates into the sink to make room for it. He carefully dropped two of the pastries into the toaster and pulled down the lever, then sat down on the chair. He swung his legs back and forth as he looked around the kitchen.

It was as cluttered as ever, broken and dirty dishes and electronic components littered across every available surface. The walls were covered with ripped, stained wallpaper, handprints and food splatters almost completely obscuring the faded floral pattern beneath. The tiles were cracked and uneven, some completely missing by the back door. Roman suddenly noticed the new extra locks on the back door, and his roaring stomach dropped down into his knees. So, they had noticed how he’d gotten out.

It had been a windy night. The house had creaked alarmingly as Mom and Dad screamed at each other. She’d been high off her head on some new batch he’d gotten from one of his friends, and he was screaming at her for cutting into his supply. Roman had sat on his bed, tears in his eyes, a pillow over his head, and something in him had just...

Snapped.

He’d gone downstairs one he was sure Dad was asleep. Mom had already left at the end of their argument, slamming the front door shut hard enough to shake Roman’s schoolbook off of his bedside. He took as much money as he could shove in his pockets from the jar Mom kept on top of the fridge, grabbed his backpack, and slipped down the hallway to the front door. It had been locked, and he hissed softly in frustration. Dad kept his keys in his pocket, and Roman certainly didn’t dare go into the living room, let alone try to pickpocket him.

Instead, he went back to the kitchen, carefully unlatching the creaky back door, and snuck out into the night. It didn’t take long for him to clamber over the back fence, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he was running. As fast as he could, down the laneway, and to the bus station on the other side of the river. The bus ticket took almost half the money he had, but the dead-eyed teenager in the booth hadn’t questioned him. The bus was big, and the seats were soft, and he was asleep within minutes.

A bump in the road jolted him awake a few hours later, and he’d sat up to see bright lights twinkling along the streets, almost blinding him. He blinked a few times and squinted past them, shielding his eyes, and saw on the GPS display above the aisle that they were in the city, miles and miles and miles west of his hometown. Perfect.

The first night had been scary, but being in the city was oddly comforting after a few days. Anywhere you went on the streets, there were people, playing guitars and walking dogs and talking on phones and drinking coffee and jogging. It was noisy, but not in the same way as home. Home was angry and frightening and chaotic, this was... alive. Alive in a sense Roman had only seen in movies and books. It was beautiful.

A sudden shrieking beep yanked him from his thoughts, and he leaped to his feet. What was- the fire alarm. The fire alarm? He spun around and screamed as he saw bright orange leaping from the toaster, licking up Arwen’s arm. He snatched her from the counter and batted her smoking fur against the tile, trying to beat out the flames.

Footsteps thundered from the living room, and Roman barely had time to shove Arwen into his jacket before Dad crashed into the kitchen with a towel. He shoved Roman aside and unplugged the toasted before throwing the towel over it to smother the flames.

Roman stumbled and fell against the wall, curling up into a ball. He gritted his teeth as Dad cursed loudly. He was mad. Roman hated it when Dad was mad, more so when he was mad at him.

He felt a hand on his shoulder pull him to his feet, and he hesitantly looked up to see Dad scowling at him. “What the hell were you doing?!” He barked, his face bright red. “Since when do you just plug things in without asking?!”

“I... I didn’t know it was broken,” Roman mumbled, his gaze dropping to the floor again. “I’m sorry.”

Dad pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “You’re grounded til your fucking Mom gets home. I’ll sort it out with her then.”

A bitter taste rose in the back of his throat, acidic and angry. “What does it matter, anyway? It’s not like you ever let me do anything fun.” He froze as the words left his mouth. He hadn’t actually intended to say them aloud, but they seemed to speak themselves into the thick, smoky air.

There was silence for a beat before Dad growled. “If you’re gonna be a little smartass, you can go down in the basement where I don’t have to hear your bitching.”

Roman’s heart seemed to stutter in his chest, and he jerked away. “No! I don’t want to! It’s dark down there, and I got sick last time!” He clapped a hand over his mouth. Shut up, shut up, shut up, he begged himself. You’re just making it worse!

His feet barely touched the ground as Dad stormed over to the basement door, dragging him along by the hoodie. Roman suddenly remembered Arwen, wrapping his arms around himself so she wasn’t jostled out of his jacket.

Dad opened the door and released his hoodie, glaring at him. “Now.”

Roman shuffled down the stairs, swallowing back tears as he looked around at the cramped, dingy space. Boxes were stacked along the walls, and a ratty couch was dumped in the middle of the room. The cushions were thin and worn, and Roman knew from experience that the wooden frame of the couch dug into anyone unfortunate enough to sit or lie on it.

He jumped as the door slammed shut behind him. He hated it down here, hated it more than anything else in the world. He’d rather be sleeping in the park than be shut up in here. It was dark, and cold, and it smelled like dust and mould and moth balls and old paper.

He pulled Arwen out of his jacket, cuddling her close. “At least I have you,” He mumbled. He buried his face against her stomach again, breathing in the comforting smell that still lingered in her fluffy fur.

He screwed his eyes shut. There had to be something for him to do to escape this nightmare. Think about something else, somewhere else. Anything to get away from here. A cave sprung to life in his mind’s eye. Water dripped from stalactites on the roof, and he shivered, climbing to his feet and wandering through the twisting passages.

He spent what felt like hours exploring the imaginary cave system, climbing and shuffling through the dark, before sunlight nearly blinded him. He emerged out of the mouth of the cave and blinked until his eyes adjusted. A valley was spread out below him, with a wide river cutting through the middle, curving around the bend of the landscape and disappearing from view. Trees blossoming with flowers of every shape and colour carpeted the valley, some bearing large, shiny, colourful fruit.

He wandered through the valley, taking in the sights and smells and sounds. He dipped his feet in the river, watching fish dance through the water, skillfully dodging rocks and currents. He walked through the woods, watching squirrels and rabbits scamper through the undergrowth and duck into tiny hiding places beneath rocks and roots. He climbed trees, watching birds soar through the air, twisting and wheeling up into the sky.

The sun set on the valley, painting it with brilliant reds and golds. The moon rose, bringing stars- brighter than any he’d ever seen, constellations that Virgil had showed him recognizable in the deep black of the night sky. The sun returned, and Roman sat on a patch of grass and watched it cross the blue sky. Sun. Moon. Sun. Moon. The pattern was soothing, a constant as the valley shifted around him, leaves turning crimson and falling from trees, snowflakes fluttering past his face and tickling his nose, flowers blooming between his fingers as he leaned back, warm breezes drifting past him as the sun shone down.

A loud growl from the cave made Roman freeze. The rabbits ducking through the grass nearby scampered off and vanished into the trees. He slowly turned around, looking up the hillside to the mouth of the cave. The valley was deathly still around him, the moon hanging static in the sky. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, then began to climb up the hill.

The creature, whatever it was, growled again as he approached the cave. He stared into the inky blackness, his eyes straining to scan the shadows. “I’m not scared of you,” He whispered aloud. “I can do anything I want to do.”

A sudden wind picked up at his back, a high-pitched howl that made his head throb. He looked over his shoulder to see trees shuddering, smaller plants were ripped out of the ground by the sudden gale. He realised with a sinking sense of horror that the stars were going out, one by one, their comforting, twinkling lights vanishing into thin air.

Please. Please, no. Not here, too.

“I’m not scared of you!” He repeated, his voice hoarse. He wasn’t sure if his eyes were stinging from the wind or tears. “I’m not!”

“.. oman?”

He spun around, eyes flickering frantically over his surroundings, searching for the voice. It almost sounded like Pa-

No. No, if he thought it, then it would be, and he couldn’t stand to see him caught in this maelstrom. Not here in this screaming chaos of wind and rain and fear and panic.

“Roman?” The voice was more panicked now, and he dropped to his knees as he screwed his eyes shut and clapped his hands over his ears. Loud thuds echoed through the valley as trees, tall as skyscrapers, crashed to the ground, tipped by the wind.

The growling was deafening now, and the ground was cold and dark and hard and rough. Everything ached. He bit back a sob as pain shot through his head, sharp as a knife. He curled up into a ball, his arms clamped tight around Arwen.

“Roman?!”

He struggled to lift his head at last, peering into deep black shadows. It lasted only a moment before the world burst into a dazzling white light, hot and blinding and brighter than anything. He cried out, raising a hand to shield his eyes and squinting out at the world.

And then everything stopped.

#TS-Storytime 2019 Submission #milo writes #ditr #gemstone tales #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 6 years ago

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@thecorteztwins

So, I wound up writing another piece of that “Fabian and Maximus kidnap Luna” scenario, this time from Luna’s perspective. This is kind of turning into a fan-fic, but feel free to tell me to stop, or tell me to do specific things in the story, since I am using your ideas here. If I manage to keep this up, I think the next scene will be Fabian’s perspective at the mall, pretending to be Luna’s two dads.

(Also, I’m pretty sure that Fabian didn’t actually kidnap Luna to “teach Quicksilver a lesson,” but I figure that’s how he’d explain it to her. Maximus and Fabian are both entirely full of bullshit most of the time.)

Luna was used to being alone. Inhuman parents didn’t hover over their children constantly the way human parents seemed to, and royal Inhuman parents even less so. Her mother was constantly away on some kind of official business, like long, boring meetings or fancy dinners, or dealing with yet another crisis that threatened to destroy the entire city. Other children took lessons together, but as a princess, Luna was given private tutors. She’d outgrown nannies, so she was usually on her own when lessons were over. At least when Ahura was around they could play together, when he wasn’t moody and moping.

Being alone at the Avengers compound was nothing new, either. Her father had dashed away to deal with the Wrecking Crew destroying buildings in downtown New York. At least they were living up to their names. According to her father, they usually stole things and robbed banks, which seemed weird, since they didn’t call themselves the Bank Robbing Crew. Luna knew she shouldn’t mind, it was her father’s job to fight bad guys and save people, but he’d promised her that they’d go out for ice cream that afternoon. And there were so many Avengers, did he really have to go? He could fight bad guys any time, but Luna would only be staying with him another month before heading back to Attilan (assuming her mother didn’t forget because the Kree attacked or Attilan fell into a time portal or whatever).

So Luna was sitting on the couch watching Steven Universe, and feeling very sorry for herself, because this was supposed to be Luna and Dad time, and she was alone again. The cartoon cheered her up a little bit. The show was about magic sentient space gems, which was a really neat idea, and they had cool designs, and sometimes there were songs. But mostly, Luna could totally relate to the main character being a half-human, half-alien hybrid, struggling to fit into either world.

Absorbed in the show, Luna didn’t look up when the door opened. Two of the gems had fused into some kind of giant woman, and were fighting weird bird monsters. It wasn’t until someone picked up the remote and switched the TV off that Luna looked up.

One man she didn’t recognize. He was kind of handsome, except for the haughty expression on his face. He was wearing coveralls and a hat, but she could see wisps of red hair peeking out around his face, and a long ponytail down his back. His emotions were much uglier. Luna could see golden pride running through his psyche, polished to an arrogant gaudiness. The too-bright gold color was twined with sharp neon green malice, a rich, luxurious royal purple of greed, and tightly coiled spirals of orange anxiety. This wasn’t a good sign.

The other man was Uncle Maximus, which was an even worse sign. He was wearing the same coveralls and cap, reminding Luna of the work clothing that he often wore in the Chamber of Devices. The anxiety inside him was tinted white, closer to excitement, lying in tangled knots across the same garish pride Luna saw in the other man. Uncle Max’s emotions were far less orderly, though. His psyche was a polychrome nightmare, constantly shifting like a stained glass window come to life, colors clashing as they shot jagged spikes across his torso. The only constant was the black. It wasn’t like the cool pools of blue-black calm inside Uncle Black Bolt, it was a writhing darkness that reached out to stain any color that came into contact with it. It twisted through her uncle’s body, coiling into his brain, wrapped around his heart. Or maybe it was coming out of his heart? It was hard to tell.

“Oh, hi Uncle Max!” Luna said, not quite sure yet whether she should be worried. Somewhere in the rainbow mess, she could see a faint pink of affection. “Are you bad again?”

“I’m never bad, dear child,” Maximus cooed, in a tone more oily than honeyed. “Others label me so because they don’t have the mental capacity to understand my actions.”

“Oh. That sounds like you’re bad again.”

Luna was never really clear on whether she should be afraid of her uncle. She had first heard of Maximus as a kind of boogeyman, someone that her tutors spoke of in fearful whispers. He’d seemed to fit that description when Medusa dragged her down to his dark cell, a soft-spoken monster hiding behind a smiling mask. Despite his kind behavior (he even explained things to her like she was a grown-up!), talking with him felt a little like cuddling up to a tiger. He seemed to change every time Luna saw him – one day cold and sly, the next day practically jumping up and down with excitement while explaining one of his machines. He certainly didn’t remain soft-spoken, he got very shouty when his emotions boiled over inside him in an eruption of colors.

Even the adults couldn’t seem to decide how to treat him – he was locked away in a dark dungeon forever, he was ruling Attilan, he was the family’s trusted scientific expert, he was trying to kill everyone, he was building machines for Black Bolt, he was a prince to be respected, he was a reviled lunatic. No one trusted him, but Crystal had left Luna in his care when she and the rest of the family went to rescue Uncle Black Bolt and Ahura from the Skrulls. (He hadn’t hurt her then, only talked to her for hours in a way that sounded very much like he was talking to himself.) Was Uncle Maximus good or bad or brilliant or crazy or all of those things? He certainly wasn’t the nightmare under the bed any more. Lately, Luna had started to think of him as a badly-behaved child, hiding behind a grown-up mask.

“What does ‘bad’ even mean, really?” Maximus asked, taking her by the arm. “A word to keep people in their place. It’s a word for the peasants, Luna, not for us. Royalty is beyond good and bad.”

“I really don’t think that’s true Uncle Max,” Luna said, letting herself be pulled up away from the TV. She’d seen this episode, anyway.

“You’ve obviously been spending too much time with these humans, you’re starting to absorb their mindset. You need to be back with your own people.”

“Is that where you’re taking me? Back to Mom and Aunt Medusa?” Maximus grinned broadly at her.

“Yes, child, exactly!” Bright flashes of sickly pale blue inside him screamed insincerity.

“Really?”

“Well, we’ll go back to Attilan eventually, but first you can spend some fun time with your Uncle Max and my….associate here. I’ll teach you all sorts of interesting things. Your education has been far too neglected.”

“I don’t wanna learn.” Luna wrinkled her nose as she paused, not letting herself be pulled any further. Maximus paused with her, apparently unwilling to yank her along. “I’m supposed to be on vacation from school. Can’t we do something fun?”

“Yes, poppet, we’ll do all sorts of fun things,” Maximus promised, and the blue blended with a forest green that suggested he was at least partially telling the truth.

“For God’s sake, Maximus, just grab the kid,” interrupted the man with the ponytail, annoyance flashing a jagged red. “We need to get out of here before anyone else walks in.”

“Watch your tongue, Cortez!” Maximus snapped. “Luna is a princess of Attilan and she will be treated with respect. Even if she’s part mutant, poor thing.” He patted Luna on the head at that last comment. Luna was used to this kind of talk. Most citizens of Attilan approached her half-breed status with something between barely disguised contempt, or, at best, horrified fascination and pity. She didn’t see why it was such a bad thing. Her father had powers just like Inhumans, better powers than most of them!

“That’s her better half, anyway,” the man grumbled. “Mutants will inherit this world.” Uncle Max waved his hand dismissively.

“Can I say good-bye to Mr. Jarvis before we go? And I should leave a note for my Dad -” Maximus’ grip on her arm tightened. Luna was suddenly completely certain that she was being kidnapped. It was hardly the first time.

“Let’s not bother Mr. Jarvis right now, he’s very busy,” Maximus said quickly. “Don’t worry, we’ve already told Quicksilver that we’re coming to pick you up.” Luna’s father would never in a million years agree for Maximus to take Luna back to Attilan. He was the only grown-up who’d always been consistent in his opinion of Uncle Max – namely that they should lock him up and throw away the key.

“Wait, let me get my clothes! And my toothbrush! I can’t go without my toothbrush, can I?” If Uncle Max let her go to her room, Luna could leave a note for her father. Or even make a run for it. Maybe she could hide in one of the many spare rooms until the Avengers came back.

“You don’t need all that, poppet. We’ll buy you some new clothes. We’ll have a shopping spree, won’t that be nice?” Now Maximus was pulling her towards the door again, so that Luna had to stumble along to keep up. Luna made a frustrated sound, not quite a growl or scream, just a long “Rrgggghhhh….”

“Quiet!” ordered the pony-tailed man.

“Uncle Max, if you’re gonna kidnap me, can’t I at least take my clothes along? And my DS? It gets really boring being kidnapped!”

“What does ‘kidnap’ even mean, really? Just another silly word,” Maximus said cheerfully. Luna rolled her eyes and thought about screaming at the top of her lungs. That would at least bring Mr. Jarvis from the kitchen. But Mr. Jarvis didn’t have any powers, and he’d try to stop them. Luna was fairly sure that Uncle Maximus would not hurt her. But he would probably hurt Mr. Jarvis. Screaming was out.

“It means you’re taking me someplace I don’t wanna go!” Luna snapped, as they went through the main doors towards the stairs.

“But you do want to go with us,” Maximus insisted. “We’re family. Family members can’t kidnap each other, right? We’re going to buy you some lovely new things, and have a really fun time together!”

“That’s right!” agreed the pony-tailed man, smiling as if it hurt him to do so. “We’re great fun!”

Luna fumed quietly as they went down the stairs. She didn’t think she could use her powers on both of them at once. It was really hard to use her powers on Uncle Max, anyway, like trying to run underwater. If she tried he would fight, and then the other man, “Cortez,” would probably do something nasty to her. It would be easier to take over Cortez, but then Uncle Max would use his own powers to stop him. She wished desperately for her mother to appear and light both men on fire (not like, completely on fire, just enough to hurt them a little. Maybe just their toes.) She wanted her father to zip up the stairs and whisk her away, safe in his arms. But neither of them did, because they were busy.

They were always busy. For a moment Luna hated her entire stupid family. This wouldn’t be happening if either of her parents had been there, like parents were supposed to be. Maybe they’d finally learn their lesson when her father came back and found her gone. She smiled a little to herself, imagining her father dropping to his knees and weeping.

“Oh Luna, how could I have left you all alone? We should have gone out for ice cream like you wanted!” He would wail. “How could I have ever considered anything more important than my precious daughter?” Crystal would join him, and they would cry into each other’s arms. “Our daughter is gone forever because we were such bad parents! By Randac, I swear if Luna comes back safe I’ll never make her do boring algebra worksheets ever again!”

Luna was so caught up in fantasy that she barely noticed as they exited the building and climbed into a van. She realized as the doors shut that she should have gotten a look at the license plate, but it probably didn’t matter. If this was a kidnapping (and it totally was!), Uncle Max would announce himself to the family soon enough and make a big showy spectacle out of it. He was “extra,” a human word that Luna had learned from She-Hulk. And maybe it wouldn’t hurt that her parents would worry about her for a little while – maybe they should.

Maximus was strapping her into the backseat while Cortez got into the driver’s seat.

“Where did you get this Uncle Max? You didn’t do something bad to someone, did?”

“Nooooo, of course not,” Maximus tried to assure her as he settled into the front passenger seat. “A nice man gave it to me.”

“Oh.” Luna mentally supplied quotes to the word “gave,” just hoping that her uncle hadn’t hurt the man. “Are you Uncle Max’s friend?” She asked Cortez, who was driving them towards the gate.

“We are…associates. Partners, you could say,” Cortez said, glancing back at her. “Listen child, I know we have had our differences in the past, but if you behave yourself and cooperate, I promise not to harm you.”

“What differences?”

Cortez abruptly stepped on the brake, Uncle Maximus letting out a startled yelp as he jerked forward into the dashboard.

“I wasn’t even belted in yet, Cortez! Can you not even drive through a parking lot without some display of incompetence – “ He went on in that vein, but Cortez was not listening, only looking back at Luna, bright yellow surprise flaring up, then smoldering down into a dull, dark red anger.

“Do you really not remember? I once kidnapped you to teach your dreadful father a lesson! How can you forget someone like me?!”

“Maybe I was a baby? People don’t remember things from when they were babies,” Luna suggested, trying to be helpful, and maybe calm his anger a bit.

“You were old enough! You were – no, never mind. I am the great Fabian Cortez, Spanish royalty, leader of the Acolytes, true successor to the legacy of Magneto, the very pinnacle of the race of homo-superior.”

“That means mutant,” Maximus supplied. “Now will you drive the van, or must I lower myself to the task, Cortez?”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Cortez,” Luna said. “Don’t feel bad if I don’t remember. I get kidnapped a lot. It’s hard to remember every time.”

“Fine. Fine. I forgive you forgetting. You are only a child, and children can be forgiven these things,” Cortez conceded, anger visibly cooling. “But more importantly, Maximus, how will we get her past the guard? I assume you’ll….” Cortez glanced at Luna, then back at Maximus, and tapped his forehead in a way that meant to be secret. Obviously he wanted Uncle Max to use his mind control powers. Luna wondered if they’d keep using charades around her if she pretended not to understand.

“Why don’t we do this the easy way?” Maximus said, turning to Luna. “Luna, we’re going to play a fun hide-and-seek game where you lay under this tarp.”

“That doesn’t look very clean. I don’t think I want to play that game.” And Uncle Max couldn’t force her. He couldn’t use his powers on her, that was the one advantage she could play. That, and the cell-phone in her dress pocket that neither man had noticed yet, but she’d have to pull it out when they weren’t watching her.

“Oh, but you must! It’s one of the many delightful games we’ll be playing today,” Maximus insisted.

“Can we also go to store and buy me some new clothing? Like you said? I’ll play the game if we can go to the mall.” Luna knew they could overpower her if they really wanted to. But Maximus probably didn’t want to do something like that, and he probably didn’t want to deal with her crying or screaming. Buying her presents would be the path of least resistance. And it seemed only fair, since they were kidnapping her and everything.

“That’s really not-“ Cortez started, but was cut off by Maximus.

“Yes, of course, princess! Just like I said! I promise!” The colors seemed to indicate sincerity, although Uncle Max could change his mind on a dime. But then, resisting might mean that they hurt the poor security guard, and Luna didn’t want that.

“Okay, it’s a deal. You promised!” Luna lay flat against the seat and pulled the tarp over herself. If she played her cards right, maybe she could get her uncle to buy her a new DS.

#thecorteztwins #inhumans #fabian cortez #maximus boltagon #luna maximoff

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sweet-xoxo-thatcares · 3 years ago

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Based on what I was taught in school, in church, and with my mom and dad, I know better. I knew I should have left they asses alone along time ago. I knew I should have got the fuck out the first time they even scolded me like a child, popped me on the hand, and told me I had 10 seconds to leave.

But every time I leave myself to my memories with them, my throat hurts and I can feel it pulsing, the true things that I wanted to say, the real thing that I wanted to do back to them.

Knowing I would have snapped, because I was so scared, so confused and did not want to hurt their feelings for pushing me around for so long, testing my limits, pushing my buttons, hurting and pushing me, using me, taking advantage, kissing me with lies just to get me closer, then using me for sex again, throwing me under the bus and blaming it all on me, belittling me, degrading my body, then using me again for sex to throw me away once they got tired of me being so ready.

Ready to be loved. And time and time again, I see parts of you in someone else and I just wanna lash out and quit on them too because anybody that reminds me of you, the hurt and turmoiled child, that took their chances to make me feel sorry for them and look out for them, only to get backstabbed by a stubborn mule who only takes his friend's crops as his own. You're a user, a stealer, a thief, a bragger, so shallow, you misused someone who opened their heart up to you, but all you see is your own pain and suffering.

But you never looked at the pain and suffering you caused me.

Not once did you think, "This is wrong." The lack of morality and mercy shows. You never cared even when you knew how I felt about you. You played my vagina to you and your wife and later on inviting guests to get acquainted to my body that I only shared for you, but you didn't see this. Cause you didn't care. It was all about you.

I'm not your whore, I'm not your slut. And you sure as hell was never my friend. Because a true friend of mine, would never had used me like that for their own sadistic, petty fun and joy. The games that you made me play, the manipulation, the switches of personalities, the plots to get me back on board to being your threesome buddy. You just used me.

Even when you kissed me, it wasn't genuine...it was to invite me to fuck you later. And bdsm, was your sword. And you turned it around on me to hurt me with it.

Its like you punished me each and every time I wanted to be open, honest, and vulnerable with you when I was butt-ass naked. You never cared whether I was dying inside or not. Long as you had fun beating me and making me cry, you had fun. And you and your wife joined in on it.

I hate people like you. You know exactly how it feels to be violated, abused, neglected, forgotten, and taken advantage of sexually and emotionally...

Yet you did the exact same thing to me. And you violated my heart, my soul, my life, my head. And I'll never feel the same way about sex or love again. I don't even wanna be near anybody who thinks its ok to hurt women like that just because you feel like it and you think pretty, sweet, innocent things deserve to be broken by you.

You triggered every single wound I ever had and now your occupation was to press charges on me for harrassment?

Kiss my ass and fuck those charges. Better be glad I never came to your house not once or your job or your family's house. Cause Lord knows how enraged you made me feel, I wanted to burn it all. Every single memory, every single lie, every single kiss, every single time I ever got undressed, especially the very 1st time when you took my virginity.

You preyed on me for awhile and I wish I had known not to fall asleep on the phone with you or even had phone sex with you. I wish I had known the friend I had just made would betray me and use me for my body like a slut, because that's how disgusting and lowdown dirty they truly are.

Even after all they ever gone through, people abusing them. They still chose to continue the cycle, by making me one of their victims. And just like that, they got to walk away and hurt somebody else. Some innocent, bubbly, happy little girl is gonna get played, assaulted, and used just like gullible, old me who had no idea sex can make your heart be manipulated to never wanna fall in love again.

I'll never trust nobody the same way again until everything lines up with what they say and do and how they feel about me and what their true intentions are. There was so much I missed because they always controlled where my eyes were to look at and what/who I should be listening to. Its like these two broads played me, so I wouldn't hear or trust nobody else was saying about who they were, until God showed me Himself. There's a reason why he called me to leave them alone the last and final time Jay broke my spirit. Cause I gave them my all, cause I never reassured me that I was good enough just as a sex partner, or even as a good enough friend. Because they always pushed me away when I got close to them.

Always pushing me down, telling me take steps back, and me telling myself to not fall in love with them, because I knew she, they, he was a traitor.

Blocking me as a punishment for not keeping my mouth shut or speaking the truth. I hated that. That was the finale when they said they completely forgot about blocking me and that they didn't wanna argue. Luring me back in again....

It didn't take me getting away from this jackass to understand what they was really trying to get me to do for them, instead of doing what was best for me to. Idk why the fuck I was even too scared to be 100% honest about the reason why I was leaving when I told Ayunna. It wasn't till I got angry that I let everything out like a fucking melted lava volcano that had been churning and seasoned by them and their wife for years and I was supposed to just shut up, smile, look cute, and just take the pain from them and not allowed to defend myself unless they would get too mad and upset at me, enough to block me or ignore me again. Blocking felt like disbandment, like I broke the family. But truth was, these people weren't my family....family don't treat you like that and expect you to let them disrespect you without you standing up for yourself. It was mind-bottling. Like she taught me to keep my mouth shut and I was supposed to stick to the mask and the sub role that she gave me at all times, even when I fell asleep with them on the phone or staying up for them when they had insomnia, but never reciprocated for me whenever I wanted to talk on the phone at night. I always had to wait and wait for them to speak to me about something. Like my voice was just cut off like Ariel. The pretty, but lost mermaid not having a clue, being babied, but also being tortured for their entertainment.

I never even knew how wrapped around I was around their finger until I unraveled myself from the game of house and dress-up they had me play in. Wearing all these different masks with me and shadow cloaks around me and their wife together in the same room. You sure was different on the phone than you were in person, and it stank. Even after you told me yourself, Ayunna watches all of our texts and phone calls, she even tells you what to say to me sometimes.

I knew it was just about you and her, and I was supposed to wear the stupid, ditsy, clown face you thought I was. I'm glad I put an end to your petty little game and left you hanging like you did me for years.

You don't deserve any single part of me. Not even a goodbye to your face.

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buffyanon · 7 years ago

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The requested fic about Buffy running to Giles instead of running away

Buffy had the bus ticket in her hand. It would be easy, to run. She packed her things, she left a note. Well, not easy. Nothing’s ever easy. But it would be better, to be someone else completely. She didn’t ask for this power, and she fulfilled her duty, didn’t she? She stopped the world from ending twice. Kendra should’ve been able to take over by now. She wasn’t supposed to be a file in the Sunnydale Police Department’s homicide unit cabinet with Buffy’s name listed under “prime suspect.”

The Greyhound was leaving in less than a half an hour. LA would be different. She could get a shitty job and live in a shitty apartment and go by a new name. Something simple. Buffy stood out. Buffy was loud and attention grabbing, and she never needed another pair of eyes to look at her with expectation.

Buffy’s hands didn't shake when she held the sword and plunged it through Angel’s chest. They didn't have to be steady, in hindsight. She wasn't met with resistance. Maybe that's why she couldn't keep them still now, with the bus ticket being crushed in her jittering fist. Maybe she was just catching up. Did she even want to leave? A half second of introspection told her no. She loved her friends. She loved Giles. She loved her mom, though she couldn't go back to her. There wasn't an option for her in Sunnydale anymore. Even if she could swallow seeing Angel in every shadow, if she could prove her innocence to the police, if she could pretend she wasn't fundamentally changed to her core, there was no home anymore. It wasn't like she could live with her dad, and not just because of the distance.

It was stupid, how Buffy sometimes wished Giles was her dad. It felt embarrassing just to think about, and she knew it was ridiculous. As if Giles would want a kid, any kid, around all the time. She had only slept in his apartment a handful of times, always after bad patrols, in the den which became a guest room a few weeks after Buffy moved to Sunnydale. A suspiciously feminine guest room, Buffy noted for the first time.

...Was that for her? Maybe the blush colored sheets and tacky crystal bedside lamp were just on sale. No one else stayed in that room, though. Not that Buffy knew of. She was sure it didn’t mean anything. He was just being a good watcher, giving her a place to spend the night when she couldn’t go home because she was hurt.

But she couldn’t go home.

And she was hurt.

Rupert wasn’t a stranger to the uneasy feeling that made itself home in his stomach all day. Still, he had yet to grow comfortable with it. Buffy needed to be alone, of course she did. Even if Willow’s optimism won out and Angel had been spared, a concept he couldn’t make himself feel better than displeased at, Buffy wouldn’t have gone to school. Her absence was to be expected.

He did look for reasons to stay past the final bell. He tidied the library, though the police department did most of that. If Buffy were there, they could train. Or, rather, not train because Buffy’s had quite enough battles for the time being, but they could discuss it, at least. He needed to know what happened for the watcher’s journal, and, to be frank, Buffy might be able to use a confidant. If she did have to kill Angelus… Well, there was a reason that Rupert prefered not to go home, why he had been sleeping on the couch, and perhaps he could help Buffy, if only in knowing that she wasn’t the first to feel like he hoped she wasn’t. Rupert felt sick at the thought of Angel staying in their lives, but Buffy was far too young for that kind of ache.

Nobody should have that kind of ache.

As Rupert walked up the stairs to his apartment, something suddenly emerging from the shrubbery had him grabbing for his stake. The hard plastic of his finger splints clashed with the wood and he dropped it, then fumbled for a moment before looking up to see who was surprised him.

A protective instinct overrode his intense confusion as to why Buffy was hiding in the bushes when he saw her face. She was scared, and somehow smaller than he had ever seen her.

“God, Giles…” She said, looking between his black eye and broken fingers, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have come.” She began to leave, but Rupert touched her shoulder with his good hand gently.

“This has nothing to do with you.” He said quickly, then took a deep breath. “Come inside, please. ” He heard the earnestness in his own voice, but couldn’t make himself be embarrassed of it if he wanted to. She looked him in the eye and he could tell that it had been too long since she had slept. Not exactly surprising, but saddening nonetheless. Slayers didn’t need much sleep, so it meant a lot that her exhaustion was showing.

Buffy didn’t speak until she was sitting on the pulled out couch bed Rupert had neglected to make that morning. He supposed he could have slept in the guest bedroom, but the decorations didn’t suit him, and he prefered to have it ready for actual guests. Buffy wasn’t quite looking him in the eye, and her voice wavered.

“My mom kicked me out.”

Rupert couldn’t find the words he was looking for. Surely Joyce didn’t throw her daughter out for… Well, he didn’t know what for exactly, but Buffy had just saved the world. He would call her. He didn’t know how to explain why the librarian- did she still think he was only the librarian? He stopped his train of thought, realizing that it had been too long since he said anything. “I’m sure whatever was said was said in anger, Buffy. I can phone-” he began but was cut off.

“It doesn’t matter. She’s never gonna understand. She just wants me to be everything I’m not allowed to be.” Buffy closed her eyes, and her voice broke. “And Angel…”

There were still roses upstairs. Rupert couldn’t stay up there long enough to clean them.

He pulled her into his chest, hugging her tightly as she began to sob. “You can stay here as long as you need to.”

Buffy awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. It wasn’t until she opened her eyes that she realized she wasn’t in her bedroom, and the weight of everything that happened settled upon her. With willpower that wasn’t usually required for getting out of bed, Buffy got up and walked into the kitchen, still in her overalls from the night before.

“I wasn’t sure what you normally take for breakfast.” Giles said, looking over his shoulder. “I’m going to the grocery today if you’d like to make a list.”

“You don’t have to…” Buffy started, not sure how to continue. He didn’t have to act like a dad, is what she wanted to say. “I’ll only be here for a few days. I can slay-for-pay or something, rent in Sunnydale isn’t too bad.” She half-joked, sitting at the kitchen island. She wasn’t sure if her mom would take her back, but even if she did, Buffy didn’t think she could live there again. It wasn’t fair to her mom, and Buffy couldn’t handle the pressure of protecting her feelings every time she went patrolling. She could probably find a dingy little place somewhere, she was pretty sure April Fools was hiring.

Giles was putting the food on two plates silently. Buffy took that as an unspoken agreement until he sat across from her and looked her in the eye seriously. “I would…” He paused, ad if searching for words. “I would like for you to have a home here. Temporarily if you prefer, but it will always be open to you.”

Buffy didn’t feel good. She didn’t think she could, at least for a long time. But she felt relief, and that was enough to make her smile softly at the table. “Thank you.”

#my writing #buffy #giles #I don't exactly Love this #but here is the requested cheesy bullshit #also it doesn't exactly End but idk how to end it so??#giles tag #oh this should also be tagged as #jenny #I guess? she's not in it but a lot of it is about her

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mackinmacki · 7 years ago

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The Odd Couple

Rating: K

Word Count: 4181

Pairings: Mio x Yui

Summary: Mio's working through some crush issues. It'll probably be fine. Remember when I used to write K-On! fics? Two years is a good time to get back into it, I'm sure.

Link: (FFN) | (AO3)

The lunch that was on her desk was presently being uneaten. She was staring out the window, gazing pensively at the clouds that passed by slowly through the sky. So deep was she in her own thoughts that she didn't realize someone was staring at her. "Mio?" The words didn't reach her ears as she rested her chin in her hand, sighing quietly. "Mio?" Her stomach rumbled, but she paid it no mind. Funny: one of the clouds even looked like- "Mio!"

"Huh?" Mio finally snapped out of her trance, turning away from the window and blinking once, twice, before focusing her attention on the girl sitting across from. "Oh, sorry Nodoka. I was just..." She almost spoke, but then she bit back her words. Those thoughts weren't ready to be spoken into existence. Even when she was alone, she refused to say out loud the truth that her mind and heart both knew. It would make it all too real. "... thinking about band practice."

"Ah, yes..." Nodoka didn't seem to be convinced, but she didn't say anything contrarian to Mio. "How's that going? Everyone still practicing?"

"Well, sometimes..." That got a quiet laugh out of her, and soon enough Nodoka joined her. They both were well aware of two particular members in After-School Tea Time and their practicing habits. Or, rather, their lack of them. It really was amazing they performed so well when their focus was so lackluster. That was what made being in the band so special, though. Despite what common sense would say, they performed musical miracles on the stage. With all her intelligence at her disposal, Mio still didn't know why this was the case. She did have an idea of what it might be, though.

"You all perform so well, I find myself thinking that you girls practice all the time." There was something off about Mio today. They were having a conversation, but Nodoka could tell that her mind was only partially there. Something else was occupying it, but what? Maybe there was some tension within the band that Mio didn't want to discuss. That would be understandable, but there wasn't much she could do to help without any further knowledge. "Despite all knowledge to the contrary."

Mio laughed, but quieted down when her stomach rumbled again. She had been daydreaming so intensely, she'd barely eaten any of her lunch. It looked even more appetizing now that she'd been neglecting it. She was just about to take another bite when the bell rang, signaling that classes would begin again soon. "Aww..." She looked down at her food regretfully, feeling like it was now mocking her.

"Sorry Mio." Nodoka shot her a regretful smile, standing up and clearing up the remains of her lunch. "Oh by the way, the school festival is coming up. I figured I'd remind you to remind Ritsu to turn in the club's paperwork on time."

"Ah, yes. Thank you for that." For someone who had been so eager to be the president of the Light Music Club, Ritsu sure was lazy when it came to filling out the club's paperwork. There had been enough times where she just plain forgot to turn in important papers, to the point where Nodoka had decided to speak to a reliable middleman. That was clearly a good idea.

"Well, we'd better get ready for class." Mio nodded, giving her unfinished lunch one last longing look. Then she looked up, noticing that Nodoka had turned around, and another cursory glance showed that their classmates were preoccupied with one thing or the other. It was undignified, but she scooped up part of her lunch in her hand and shoved it in her mouth. Hopefully that would satiate her until school was over.

Though she was often miffed at the group's lack of focus on what they were supposed to do, she had to admit that the treats Mugi brought were absolutely divine. That was one of the perks of being rich, she supposed. She delicately took a bite of her cheesecake, inwardly sighing with delight. It tasted so good, especially since she hadn't gotten to eat a full lunch. This wasn't supposed to be what they were doing, of course. They were a band: they were supposed to be practicing.

Her gaze went up and towards the other side of the table, where the two troublemakers sat. Ritsu and Yui... They were so undisciplined, so unfocused. How they ever improved with their instrument playing was a mystery not even Sherlock Holmes could solve. What kind of band were they, diving into excess instead of focusing on their music? If only the desserts weren't so good...

Though she had been looking at the two of them equally, her eyes soon drifted towards Yui specifically. This had been happening more often lately. It had started after Azusa had joined the band, since the prospect of having a new member had taken up a lot of their collective attention. Now that she was in the band, Mio had found herself staring more and more at Yui. It didn't make a lot of sense. Why would one person joining make her want to look at another?

There was something fascinating about how Yui interacted with other people. She could be completely overbearing, yet she'd never seen anyone make a concerted effort to distance themselves from her. If anything, it kept bringing them back, like they had no choice but to be drawn in by her exuberance. Honestly, it was an admirable trait, one that she secretly admired. It had only been when Azusa came in that she began to feel twinges of jealousy that she hadn't noticed before.

Yui seemed to have something outside of the club that linked her with the other members. She and Ritsu were the queens of laziness and procrastination, her and Mugi bonded over the desserts, and now with Azusa, it was like Yui had her own pet cat. The way she would put those cat ears on the poor freshman and make her meow, it was equal parts pitying and cute. It wasn't that Mio wanted to wear cat ears and be fawned over, but... she kind of did. She felt left out.

It felt like she was the most distant from Yui, whether that was accidental or a byproduct of her cool demeanor. Then again, she had never hung out alone with any of the others members, outside of Ritsu. She had made three new friends, four including Nodoka, yet she still stayed by Ritsu's side, like that one friendship was a security blanket she couldn't let go. It wasn't like she was actively thinking of hanging out with Mugi or Azusa though, even if that sounded kind of mean-spirited. All she would think of was becoming better friends with Yui.

These thoughts had their origins over the summer, when the four of them would hang out together. Before that, she only considered Yui a nice girl with a habit of being lazy or clumsy. Sometimes both. There had to be something that happened over the summer that began to change how she felt, but it didn't seem like it was just one thing. Rather, it was a confluence of events. She would see Yui stop everything just to pet a random street cat, and it would look rather cute. The way she would joke around with and tease Ritsu tended to make her laugh.

Once the school year started, she found herself staring at Yui more often. She even thought of her guitar playing in a more positive light. Sure, she was lackadaisical about her practicing, she didn't know simple musical terms, and would often learn one thing only to forget something she'd previously learned. When she was completely focused though, her playing was incredible. It was like all of the previous complaints didn't even exist. She was an amateur playing like a pro. It was fascinating. Mio sometimes wondered what it would be like if all of Yui's focus was on her.

There was no doubt that it was a crush of some kind. Wanting to hang out more with friends was one thing, but wanting them to put all of their attention on her? That had to be something else. She wasn't sure what to do about it, though. This was her first crush, and she wasn't comfortable putting herself out there by asking Yui directly to hang out. Maybe she just had to be content with staring and spacing out.

"Mio? Why are you staring at Yui?" Or maybe she'd get caught staring and spacing out. Mio blinked herself out of her trance and found that everyone was staring at her. A blush crept onto her cheeks at the realization that she'd been caught. She turned away from Yui and looked at Ritsu instead.

"I was not staring! I just think that we've been sitting here too long, and that Yui should be more interested in practice."

"Ehh? But Ritsu wasn't practicing either!"

"Hey, don't throw me under the bus! You practice even less than I do!"

"H-Hey, don't fight." Azusa tried to break up the argument, staring at her two friends with wide eyes. "We could all use more practice, right?" At least Azusa got it. In both looks and mannerisms, she was almost like a mini-Mio. Mio wished she didn't feel jealous of her, since she was the most hardworking member among them.

"Fiiine." Both Ritsu and Yui whined, but they slowly stood up and dragged themselves over to their instruments, shuffling along like zombies. Azusa sighed and followed them, which seemed to end any continuation of the previous conversation. Mio was able to breathe an internal sigh of relief, thankful that a crush crisis had been avoided. However, Mugi was still sitting there, and now she was staring at Mio.

"Wh-What?" She didn't like the look in Mugi's eyes, like she knew more than she was letting on.

"Mm... I dunno." She smiled and stood up, patting Mio on the shoulder before heading over to join the others. Mio stared after her, confused and a bit ill-at-ease. Did Mugi know something about her crush on Yui?

"Oy, Mio! Why are you staring at Mugi?"

"I-I'm not staring at anyone!"

Mio was sitting at her desk at home, listening to After-School Team Time through her headphones. She hoped it wasn't egotistical to listen to her own band's music. It helped to relive their style and origins, which helped her write new lyrics for the band. She'd prefer if Ritsu didn't wriggle around and scratch at herself every time she read the lyrics, though...

A tap on her shoulder made her turn around and pull off her headphones. Her mom was looking down at her with a soft smile. "Mio dear, one of your friends is here to see you."

"Really?" That seemed odd. No one besides Ritsu ever came to her house, especially uninvited. Now, that was something Ritsu would certainly do, but wouldn't her mom have said 'Ritsu' instead of 'one of her friends'? Confused, she removed her headphones completely and stood up, following her mom into the living room. Standing there was Mugi.

"Mugi?" Mio had a bad feeling about this. She remembered the look that Mugi had given her earlier, and now she showed up out of the blue at her house. This wasn't a mere coincidence. "Is something wrong?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. We'll see." Mugi smiled, her words cryptic. This was certainly suspicious, but she didn't want to be rude, so she invited Mugi to her room. However, her senses were certainly heightened now. "Ah, you have a very lovely room."

"Thank you. Now..." Mio gave Mugi a curious look, crossing her arms. "Is there something going on? You've been very cryptic with me since the club meeting."

"Yes, that's true. I do apologize." Mugi smiled serenely, but there was something in her eye that showed other intentions. It was like there was a fire burning there, though Mio didn't know why. "But I just felt like you were hiding something, Mio. Feelings for someone, perhaps." That fire was turning into an entire aura, burning around Mugi almost physically. It made Mio back up, more nervous than she'd been previously. "Feelings for a girl!"

"Wh-What are you talking about?" So she did know. Why did Mugi have to have some kind of ESP when it came to these things? She wasn't ready to voice these feelings out loud! Not when she could barely admit to them in her own mind. "I don't have feelings for anyone! N-Not like the ones you're thinking of, anyway."

"Oh? But you were staring at Yui so intently." Mugi definitely didn't seem convinced, rubbing her chin with a faraway gleam in her eyes. "I always thought you would be more attracted to Ritsu, but it seems the lovely Yui has caught your eye. I'm not surprised. You like to try and control rambunctious girls, don't you?"

"You're way off base!" She knew that she was blushing, but it was fair, considering what an embarrassing topic this was. "I-I'm not trying to control Yui. And I wasn't staring at her anyway."

"Oh Mio, you don't have to hide anything from me. Your feelings are nothing to be afraid of. They're wonderful and full of young love." Mugi was romanticizing this a little too much.

"L-Love?! You're getting ahead of yourself..." Mio sighed and slumped her shoulders in defeat. It was clear that Mugi saw through her and could see the truth. There wasn't much point in hiding it anymore. "You're right, though... I have a crush on Yui. It's just fleeting feelings though, so no need to blow this out of proportion."

"Even fleeting feelings can blossom into something more." Mugi sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to her, which Mio reluctantly sat on. "You don't know what could happen unless you put yourself out there and try!"

"I don't know how to approach her though. What could I talk to her about?" If she was this deep, she might as well admit everything to Mugi. In the event her secret was let out to the rest of the band, she could always move far away. Maybe to the seaside.

"Talk to her about..." Mugi looked like she was about to say a specific topic, but then she stopped and rubbed her chin again. "Well, maybe..." She looked at Mio, then her eyes seemed to glaze over again. "No... Oh! You could talk about food. You both like food." Mio blanched at that, looking down at her stomach. She didn't want to remember how many pounds she had gained from eating all those sweets every school day. Mugi seemed to understand, her smile faltering as she looked down as well. They were both in the same boat there. "Maybe not..."

"Besides, what if her feelings for me aren't the same way? It looks like she likes Azusa a lot, anyway." Those feelings of jealousy began to prick at her again, followed quickly by feelings of guilt. It wasn't fair to be mad at Azusa for someone paying attention to her. She doubtfully was making Yui fawn over her like that on purpose. Still, she wanted to be the one Yui was trying to put cat ears on and latching onto like a sleepy koala. Then again, she would certainly be embarrassed to have that happening to her in public. These feelings were full of contradictions. She didn't like them.

"Well, are they dating? You won't know anything until you ask something." Mugi's smile was so sincere, Mio couldn't find any more reasons to argue with her. She just nodded and sighed, not looking forward to what she was tacitly agreeing to do.

"How am I supposed to even start a conversation with her, though? I don't want anyone else around, or I won't be able to do it. Especially not Ritsu." It wasn't like her to keep secrets from her best friend, but she knew how she'd react. She'd be completely overbearing and tease her endlessly, because she had no self-control. That wasn't something she could live down.

"Just wait around until practice is over. I'll make sure you get some alone time with Yui." Mio was surprised that Mugi would do that for her, after just learning of this crush. Maybe she was inadvertently selling Mugi short, though. They were friends, after all. Hopefully she hadn't become so distant that she'd started to forget that.

"Well... Okay. If you're sure this is a good idea."

"It absolutely is." Mugi pumped her fist resolutely, a gesture she must've picked up from Ritsu. "I would do anything to make sure my friends find their true loves!"

"I think you're getting ahead of yourself again, Mugi..."

After practice the next day - and they actually did practice this time - Mio enacted her plan, or what could be construed as a plan. She claimed that she had left something in her desk, and that she needed to go retrieve it. Ritsu said that she'd go with her, but Mugi intercepted her and invited her to get food. There was a moment of hesitation, but when Mio told her it was alright, Ritsu eagerly followed Mugi for the promise of free grub.

That would've left her, Yui, and Azusa, with Mio holding onto a silent hope that Azusa would just leave on her own accord. Maybe she had something to do that day, and it required her to head out before them. As it turned out, she should've been less worried about Azusa and more about Yui herself.

"Ooh, you're getting food? Can I come?" Both Mio and Mugi froze, having not expected this development. Mugi turned back, glancing between Mio and Yui. The plan didn't involve Yui inviting herself to dinner, but how could she say no without admitting everything Mio wanted to keep quiet? She locked eyes with Mio, hoping to get some sort of silent signal from her.

Resigned to her fate, Mio just shrugged. She didn't want anyone to see that she was upset with how things had developed, and she was sure this was putting Mugi in an awkward spot. It was better to just let her go and try again at a later date. "Yes, of course! Why don't we all go? It'll be good to have more bonding time, especially now that Asuka's joined us."

"Yay! I'll call Ui and tell her we're having a dinner band meeting." Yui excitedly pulled out her phone, while Mio walked away from the table, grabbing her bass case and hoping she didn't look too dejected.

"You all go on ahead. I still need to go back to the classroom and get my book." She might as well continue on with the lie, if only to get some time to herself.

"Aww, don't worry, Mio. We'll wait for you!" Ritsu shot her a thumbs up, getting Mio to smile slightly. She just nodded and left the club room, her smile quickly fading as she went downstairs. Ah well, there'd be another time to try again. Hopefully.

She felt silly as she walked back to her classroom. Everybody was waiting for her to grab something that she hadn't even forgotten. She hated that she was thinking so negatively. It was only one setback. That didn't make it the end of the world. She could get it together and keep going. The thought comforted her somewhat as she entered the classroom.

Needing another moment to collect herself, she went over to her desk and sat down, sighing deeply. Things were going to be awkward at dinner for her. Not because she'd made a fool of herself, but because she knew something that the others didn't know. Besides Mugi, of course. It would be weird looking at Yui, knowing she had been so close to admitting her feelings, only to fall short. Again, she'd just have to buck up and compose herself.

She'd taken enough time to fetch her non-existent book, so she stood up and prepared to leave. When she looked up, she was taken aback to find Yui standing in the doorway, looking at her. "Yui? What are you doing here?"

"Mugi told me to come help you find your book." Yui walked over towards Mio, shuddering. "She gave me this weird look. Like, 'if you don't do this, I'mma punish you.' I don't know why she was looking at me like that, though. What'd I dooo?"

"I'm... not sure." So this was Mugi's doing. Apparently this was a quick pivot towards a backup plan. She would really have to thank Mugi for that. "Well, it's okay Yui. I've got my book now, so we can get going."

"Oh, okay!" Yui smiled, a big and captivating smile that almost made Mio forget what she was now supposed to do. It wasn't until Yui turned to leave that she snapped out of it. She hurried to grab Yui's hand, stopping her from leaving. "Huh? Mio?"

"Wait, Yui... I need to tell you something." She could do this. This was what all that mental preparation had been for. "I have feelings for you. Strong feelings that I didn't really understand until recently. I..." Yui was just staring at her, not really understanding what kind of feelings Mio was talking about. She couldn't beat around the bush with this. It called for the full, unadulterated truth. "I have a crush on you, Yui!"

"Eh? You have a crush on..." Yui's eyes widened, Mio's words finally hitting her. "Me?" She pointed at herself, poking at her chest. "Me? Not... Ritsu? Or Azunyan?"

"No, not Ritsu or Azusa. You. I like you, Yui. It just took me a bit to realize it." Now that the hard part was over, the other hard part was up: waiting for Yui's decision. Would her feelings be accepted or rejected? She hoped that she could deal with either one of them happening, but she wasn't sure what would happen if she was rejected. Hopefully she wouldn't start crying. "How... How do you feel? Do you like me back?"

"I... Ahaha, I'm not sure." Yui laughed and rubbed the back of her neck, looking somewhat nervous. It was an odd look on her. Now Mio was nervous too, and she waited with bated breath. "I mean, I like you, of course! You're one of my friends! I just... have never thought of, like, dating, you know? But that doesn't mean I wouldn't want it!" She almost shouted the last part out, as if knowing that leaving it hanging on the previous sentence would crush Mio's spirit. "Nobody's ever asked me on a date before. I didn't think you'd ever ask me on one, though."

"Eh? Why not?"

"Well, you're super smart and pretty. I'm not smart like you-"

"Don't say that, Yui. It doesn't matter to me that we have different studying habits. Though you could learn to study more, and maybe practice more too..." Yui was pouting at her now. Whoops, she'd gotten sidetracked. "But that doesn't matter either. I like you exactly as you are. The person you are is the girl I want to date. But I'd understand if you aren't ready to do something like that yet."

"I wanna try! We can at least try, right? I'd love to go on a date with the prettiest girl in the school!" Mio could feel her face heating up, but she was too happy to care. Yui had said yes!

"I know you said you were going to dinner with the rest of the group, but maybe you'd like to go with just me instead?" She couldn't stop herself from smiling, so happy and relieved that she'd at least been able to get a date from Yui.

"Sure! Ehehe, maybe you could spot me for this one, though? I don't really have any money." Mio chuckled and nodded.

"It'll be my treat, Yui."

"Yay!" There really wasn't anything that could dampen Yui's enthusiasm, was there? That was fine. Mio didn't want that smile to go away. Then she saw Yui holding her hand out and wiggling her fingers. "Let's go, Mio! I wanna start our date!" Mio stared at her hand for a moment, then smiled fondly and reached out to grab it, entwining their fingers together. It felt warm, like an embrace that she'd been waiting for all her life.

"Yes, let's go, Yui."

Omake:

"So, you went on a date with Yui, huh?" Ritsu was laying on Mio's bed, reading a manga that she had 'borrowed' from Yui. Mio was sitting at her desk, chair turned so she could look at Ritsu.

"Yes, I did. It was a lot of fun." She turned back to her computer, smiling at the fond memories she now had of her first date with Yui.

"Hmm... So, dating Yui, huh..." Ritsu closed the book and sat up, tilting her head slightly. "That's pretty gay."

"I never would've guessed."

#k-on!#MioYui #Mio x Yui #Yui x Mio #akiyama mio #hirasawa yui #tainaka ritsu #kotobuki tsumugi #nakano azusa #manabe nodoka #I have no idea what the 'official' Mio x Yui tag is #my writing

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Baby, it's Cold Outisde

This is my Valentine Present for @vktorkatsuki!

The moment his day had started, Yuuri knew that it would be one of those days. He was sure he had bombed an important test, he had forgotten his lunch, the moment he left the school building rain started to pour down and he just had missed his bus. Of course, he also had forgotten to take an umbrella along. Why would he? It was supposed to be sunny all day.

Drenched to the core, Yuuri entered the apartment complex he lived in. His glasses fogged up, and with a groan, he plucked the slippery plastic off his nose. He was ready for a hot bath, some food and a long night rest. Wiping his glasses clean, Yuuri started to climb the stairs.

Arriving on the third floor, Yuuri dragged his tired legs to his apartment. Well, shared apartment. To save costs, he and his friend Phichit shared the apartment. It wasn’t exactly fitted for two, but sharing a bedroom was the least of their worries as a student. Everything to save money, even if that meant he had to share a room with his best friend. Pulling the knob, Yuuri frowned and gave it another pull. Phichit was supposed to be home already, his lecture had finished around two, it was five by now. Unless…

Muttering under his breath, Yuuri pulled out his phone and re-read through the conversation he had with his best friend. Phichit wouldn’t come home today- he was staying at his boyfriend’s place. Trying to shrug off his steadily growing anxiety, Yuuri started to dig through his bag. He had his own key, there was no need to panic just yet.

By the time the hallway was littered with papers, books, stationary and a few odd items, Yuuri was inches away from panic attack. There was no key. Not in his bag, not in his pockets. He must have forgotten it in the morning rush, together with his lunch. Maybe he should just call Phichit. His friend would be disappointed, but Yuuri refused to sleep in the hallway. The floor wasn’t even comfortable, not to mention he was drenched to the bone.

He sought his neglected phone and pressed the home button, activating it. The screen flashed briefly, a pop-up appeared that the battery life was down to one percent. A second later, the screen went black. His phone just had given up on him, just like the rest of the world.

Was it possible to start this day over again? Yuuri would even willingly sell his soul to start over this day. Things couldn’t get much worse than this. With the emphasis on much worse.

Only when footsteps approached Yuuri knew this was officially the worst day of his life. Tearing his empty gaze away from his phone, Yuuri watched as someone entered the hallway. Great, now one of his neighbours could see his miserable state. His neighbours probably could compensate with him. Students have rough lives. However, Yuuri genuinely liked one of his neighbour. Unsurprisingly, that neighbour walked in on him.

“Hey, Yuuri,” his neighbour greeted, a bright smile on his face. “What are you doing outside?” the man cocked his head in subtle confusion.

He groaned in response, pressing his mop of wet hair against the wall. “Phone is death, Phichit is with his boyfriend, and I forgot my key,” Yuuri explained in one go, sounding as lifeless as he felt.

A sympathetic smile crossed his neighbour’s face briefly before a wide grin replaced it. “You can crash my place,” he chirped. “The couch is somewhat comfortable, and I can’t let you catch Hypothermia.”

Yuuri was taken aback by the man’s cheer, but there was no time to hesitate. As far as he knew, Victor was a good man. Polite, somewhat charming, a surprisingly good kisser. Though, the last fact was based on something he vaguely recalled. Their apartment complex somehow could throw the best parties, which was sometimes a blessing and a curse at the same time. And that’s how he had, at one point, made out with Victor Nikiforov. The worst part was that grey-haired student probably didn’t even recall, as things hadn’t changed between them.

“If it isn’t a bother,” Yuuri mumbled, pushing himself up. The spot he had been sitting the last ten minutes-or-so was completely and utterly drenched.

“It definitely isn’t,” the man assured, eyes lit with life. “I could use some company- living alone can be lonely sometimes.”

Yuuri offered Victor a kind smile before starting to pack his things. Realising what Yuuri was doing, Victor chipped in, helping the man gathering his stuff.

“You carry lube with you?” Victor asked curiously, picking up one of the few odd items Yuuri tended to carry with him. It was, thankfully, just plain lube and not some oddly flavoured one. However, it didn’t make the situation any less embarrassing.

“Ah, yes,” Yuuri stuttered, feeling himself grow red in the face. “You never know when you need it,” or when your friends need it. It seemed everyone around him was getting laid expect him.

Victor’s humming response didn’t say much, but Yuuri made sure he was the one who picked up the packages of condoms and tissues. Stuffing the items back into his bag, Yuuri’s gaze fell upon a pile of things he didn’t even know he had. Why where there pads in his bag? He hadn’t a girlfriend since, well, forever.

“You girlfriend’s?” Victor asked, gathering the pads.

Yuuri shook his head, trying to recall why he had pads in his bags. “I think,” Yuuri murmured, finally having a faint idea why they were in his bag. “My friends were doing some kind absorption experiment- what could hold the most water. Apparently, I got stuck with the leftover pads.”

Well, making a fool of himself was one of his better qualities. Victor was surely regretting inviting him inside- he probably must think Yuuri was a total loser. Which, admittedly, he sort of was. His friends didn’t help much, as they were the ones who bought the pads in the first place.

Victor’s silence fuelled his anxiety even more. Nervously, Yuuri gathered the rest of his belongings with the help of Victor. His books needed to be dried, a few of his papers were death but thankfully, hadn’t brought his laptop along with him. That would’ve been an expensive mistake. Balancing too many items in his arms, Yuuri followed Victor inside his apartment.

“It’s a bit messy,” Victor admitted when they had entered the apartment.

Looking around, Yuuri could hardly complain. Yes, it wasn’t completely clean, but he had seen worse, much worse. He once had dared to enter two of his friends their apartment without any warning. It had resulted in a sight that made a pile of garbage look clean and organised and a permanent habit to call before visiting them.

“It’s hardly messy,” Yuuri assured, kicking off his drenched shoes and placed them at the door, well, tried to place them at the door. It was a bit tricky with his arms occupied. How did he even manage to get everything in his bag in the first place? The bag didn’t have endless inventory space like in some video games.

“You can drop your stuff on the couch,” Victor suggested, eyeing Yuuri’s occupied arms.

Smiling gratefully, Yuuri ventured further into the apartment, knowing the layout by heart. The apartment was small, one bedroom, a bathroom, a tiny hallway and a joined living, dining and kitchen. On second thought, it wasn’t that small considering that Victor didn’t have to share it with anyone.

Letting out a groan of relief, Yuuri dropped his school supplies on the unoccupied couch. Sighing contently, Yuuri stretched his arms, trying to get rid of the ache. His muscles groaned, and his bones popped slightly. Maybe he should get changed if he didn’t want to catch a cold, though, change into which clothes? He didn’t have his apartment key and his phone was dead.

Yuuri walked over to the kitchen, a nervous feeling pooling in his stomach. He was in the apartment of Victor. The handsome student he had made out at a party a few months ago. The student who probably had forgotten that he had made out with Yuuri. Though he couldn’t really blame him- Victor must have been pretty wasted to make out with him.

“Excuse me, Victor?” Yuuri mumbled, nervously scratching his neck. “Do you, maybe have you, you know…” this was going well.

Victor’s laugh was honestly the best thing in the world. The man’s eyes lit up, his face looking rather lively for a sleep-deprived student. “You can shower if you want,” he grinned. “Towels are in the cabinet I surely have some clothes that will-” Victor’s eyes wandered over Yuuri’s body. “Somewhat fit you.”

Smiling tiredly yet grateful, Yuuri thanked Victor and left the small living space. It wasn’t necessarily hard to find the bathroom, there wasn’t much ground he even could cover after all. Slipping into the room, Yuuri flicked on the light and started to strip down, throwing his wet clothes on a pile. He didn’t bother to lock the door- nobody had even bothered to make a lock on the damn door. On the other hand, the apartments were supposed to be for one person, so…

Familiar with how the shower worked, Yuuri turned up the heat and opened up the water supply. As water was rain down on the cheap shower tray, Yuuri plucked his glasses off his face, folded them and placed them on the sink. Opening up the cabinet, he retrieved a few towels, placing them next to his glasses. Now he was all set, he returned to the shower.

Steam was already clouding the room, and after quickly feeling if the temperature was right, Yuuri stepped into the cramped shower. The hot water stung against his skin, but it was all worth it. His muscles relaxed and the chill of the rain was slowly fading away.

After a short shower, Yuuri regretfully turned off the water supply. If it had been his own apartment, he definitely would have at least doubled his showering time. However, this wasn’t his apartment, and he didn’t have to pay the bills. And boy, Yuuri knew that these bills could become pretty darn high, especially for students who lived on cups of noodles and cheap coffee to get through college.

Carefully stepping out of the shower, Yuuri padded over to the sink, feet cold and slippery against the tiled floor. Plucking the first towel off the pile, he dried his hair. Placing the damp cloth in his neck, Yuuri tied a second towel around his hips and walked over to the door. Hopefully, Victor already had brought him some clothes. He wasn’t ready to walk around Victor’s apartment wearing only a small towel that covered his genitals.

Slowly opening the bathroom door, Yuuri looked around if he could find the clothes Victor had laid out for him. A small stack of clothes was neatly placed just around the corner. Carefully picking up the pile, Yuuri returned to the bathroom, hurriedly closing the door. A flush crawled up Yuuri’s neck when he realised that those were Victor’s clothes. Once in his life, Victor must have worn these. They probably wouldn’t fit Yuuri properly as Victor was at least two inches taller than him and Victor was build broader. He probably was going to look like some teenager who had bought his clothes with the idea of a steadily approaching growth-spurt in mind.

To his surprise, the clothes fitted somewhat well. The sweater was a tad too big, but it did hide his body-fats. The sweatpants were a bit loose and the sleeves a too long, but nothing that rolling up the sleeves couldn’t fix. Feeling refreshed, Yuuri slipped out of the bathroom and headed to the living area.

Returning to the small living area, Yuuri saw Victor running around in the kitchen, cursing under his breathe. He wasn’t sure what was more surprising. The fact that Victor was cursing or that the kitchen looked like a pigsty. How long had he been gone? Fifteen minutes? Twenty minutes? Yuuri had been sure the kitchen was clean when he had left to take a shower.

“Victor, are you okay?” the man turned around abruptly, sending some food flying, narrowly missing Yuuri.

“Yuuri, I’m fine, really,” the man frantically waved his arms, only to realise he was holding frying pan filled with said hand. This resulted in more food spilling.

Curiously, Yuuri started at the food that Victor had spilt. He wasn’t even sure what it was- it looked rather inedible. “Are you sure?” he knew he was being annoying, but it seemed that Victor wasn’t faring as well as he claimed to.

“I-” Victor pouted and placed the frying pan back on the fire. “I’m not the greatest cook,” the man admitted, a blush adorning his cheeks.

“I noticed,” Yuuri deadpanned. There was a brief pause before he felt himself grow rapidly red. “I’m sorry!” he exclaimed, realising how rude he had sounded. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

Thankfully, Victor was a good sport. The man laughed and turned off the fire. “Feel free to take it over from me,” the man grinned, his blue eyes alive with mischief.

Yuuri was baffled. This man wasn’t innocent, he had been plotting this all along. Well, at least, from the moment Yuuri had opened his mouth and asked about the man’s whereabouts.

“Sure,” Yuuri mumbled, trying his best to suppress his blush. It was the least he could do after Victor had offered him a warm shower and a place to sleep, and he was up for the challenge.

Victor clearly was surprised by Yuuri’s answer, but happily made room for the student to take over the reins in the kitchen.

Back into his element, Yuuri rolled up his sleeves and tied his hair together with an extra hair tie. The last thing he wanted was that his untamed hair would end up in their dinner.

“Would you mind to help me out?” Yuuri asked, not even looking at Victor. He was too busy inspecting the mess the older man had left behind. There was no saving this food. It was beyond repair.

“Sure,” the man sing-song. “Tell me what to do, Yuuri,” the way his name rolled off Victor’s tongue send a shiver down his spine. This man wasn’t innocent, a realisation that probabbly would cross his mind occasionally in the span of this evening.

“Throw this away,” Yuuri gestured to this frying pan. “It’s beyond saving.”

A feeling of victory briefly crossed Yuuri’s mind when a pouting Victor picked up the pan and dropped its contains in the trashcan. In the meantime, Yuuri collected everything to make a proper meal. Spaghetti was by far the easiest, especially as Victor had very little greenery in his arsenal. The student’s arsenal mostly consisted out of canned food and an unhealthy amount of cheap beer.

Yuuri placed a chopping board and knife on the counter and gestured Victor to come over. “Can you chop the onions and paprika? I’ll attend to the rest,” he honestly didn’t trust Victor to work with fire again, though handing the man a sharp knife didn’t seem to be the best idea either.

“I-” the man briefly hesitated. “Sure. How hard can it be?”

Ten minutes later, Yuuri concluded that chopping onions could be tricky. Victor had teared up several times and had managed to cut himself, twice. Embarrassingly, Victor had asked Yuuri to kiss it better, which made Yuuri question how he ever had considered Victor alluring and sexy. He was just a big dork who couldn’t even do something as simple as cutting vegetables.

Yuuri carefully wrapped the childish band-aid around the man’s finger. Victor was sniffing childishly, muttering that it hurt and that onions were spawn of the devil.

“All better,” Yuuri muttered, securing the band-aid. He wasn’t exactly a doctor, but he knew that this would suffice for now. The cuts thankfully weren’t deep.

“Thank you,” Victor beamed, carefully bending his injured finger. “I’m sorry for being such a bad help.”

Smiling awkwardly, Yuuri gestured that it was all right. “Don’t worry, I always cook for my friends, it’s fun and much better than doing the dishes,” a nervously giggled left his lips. He was making a fool of himself in front of Victor, again. Great. He might as well dig his grave.

“They are so lucky to have you,” Victor said sincerely. “A great cook- I live on everything microwaved- I don’t have the talent or time to cook.”

A bright hue coloured Yuuri’s cheeks red. “I’ve had plenty of practice, and I’m not the greatest cook, by far,” an embarrassed chuckle followed. “But if you don’t mind, I want to finish up dinner- overcooked spaghetti taste terrible.”

It was almost domestic. Yuuri dancing around the familiar kitchen, cooking up a meal with Victor keeping a conversation going. The student talked about literally everything, from his lectures and friends to an extensive description of how one girl completely freaked out because a spider had dropped on her papers from seemingly nowhere.

“I felt so bad for her,” Victor continued, helping Yuuri out with dressing the table. “By the time someone came to help her, she was in tears- eventually someone had to take her away because she couldn’t stop crying.”

Yuuri let out a regretful chuckle. It wasn’t something he should laugh about, but it was pretty funny.

“Well, I’ve seen people cry over lesser things,” Yuuri chimed, placing the bowl with spaghetti on the small dining table. “A few months into my first year, I arrived home to find my roommate bawling his eyes out. It turned out his phone had given up on him- it had taken me hours before he finally had calmed down.”

A merry laughter rolled off Victor’s lips. With the table set, the two students took place, knees bumping together as they tried to fit. It was awkward, to say the least, and Yuuri desperately hoped that he wasn’t blushing. That would solely result in those awkward situations when one person asks if they’re okay, followed by the same person pressing their cold hands against the other’s forehead. It was so cliché, it actually did hurt.

“I wonder,” Victor mused, slowly munching on his food. “Are you and you roommate, you know… dating?” the man asked shamelessly. “I mean, you must be very close as you’re sharing such a small space together, there isn’t much space in the bedroom- I don’t even think a double bed fits.”

Victor’s well-intended explanation didn’t make things much better. Yuuri managed to choke on his food, resulting him in coughing loudly and rapidly growing red in the face. “We’ve a bunk bed,” Yuuri croaked, eyes watering. “And I’m pretty sure Phichit is in a steady relationship with some other guy.”

An ‘oh’ was Victor’s only response. “So you don’t wish to date your roommate? He isn’t exactly bad looking, though not my type.”

Yuuri wheezed and furiously wiped away tears. “No! Phichit and I are just friends.”

Victor quirked an eyebrow, but thankfully let the subject slide. Feeling anxious, Yuuri just jabbed at his food, lacking any appetite. Why was Victor even interested in what he did with Phichit? The two of them were just good friends. Yes, for a brief second, Yuuri had considered Phichit handsome looking. But like Victor had mentioned before, Phichit wasn’t exactly his type.

Frowning in confusion, Yuuri started at his food. Had Victor said that Phichit wasn’t his type? What guy did that? Yuuri knew that girls, even the straight ones, were rather open about whenever another girl was cute looking or not. Back in high school, a good friend of his admitted openly that she thought another girl was cute looking and would definitely be her type. Said friend was probably as straight as a ruler looking at her dating history.

But unlike girls, most men didn’t admit that a fellow guy looked cute or handsome. Unless they either were interested in men or didn’t care at societies standard for men.

“You like men?” Yuuri asked perplexed. He always had thought Victor had been straight, even after their kiss. Both had been pretty hammered anyway, and Yuuri wasn’t exactly masculine looking so he could be mistaken for a girl if someone was wasted enough.

Catching Victor’s gaze, Yuuri was greeted with surprised-filled blue eyes. “You probably don’t remember, and you probably don’t believe me,” a faint hint of sadness crossed Victor’s gaze. “I never have dated or even kissed a girl before. My first kiss was at a party a few months ago, with, well…”

Yuuri was glad he hadn’t eaten much. He felt like barfing. Hope and fear clouding his mind, his fingers were clutching tightly onto Victor’s sweater. Was Victor actually implying what Yuuri was thinking he was implying? Or was Yuuri just being hopeful- maybe Victor was referencing to another party, or maybe Yuuri was just another man Victor had kissed during that party?

“A guy,” Yuuri muttered, staring at his food. Me, he mentally added. But that seemed very unlikely. No way Victor was interested in someone like him, the stuffy guy from a few doors down who had managed to lock himself out of his apartment.

“You, though, like I said before, you probably don’t remember,” there was a certain chill in Victor’s voice. “You didn’t text me, and you weren’t behaving different, so I-��

With a loud crash, Yuuri’s chair fell back. Slamming his hands down the table, Yuuri looked at Victor with new determination. “I remember!” he shouted, his cheeks coloured red with shame, embarrassment and slightly furry. “I thought you didn’t remember. I woke up with a hangover and an unreadable phone number written one my arm.”

Victor looked gobsmacked. His fork had fallen into his food, but the man didn’t even seem to notice. Yuuri wondered if the man was even breathing, as the only thing he could hear was his rapidly thumping heart and harsh breathing. Well, all it was now all or nothing.

“You remember?” Yuuri was taken aback by how small Victor’s voice sounded.

Nodding, Yuuri picked up the fallen chair and sat down again. “Vaguely, but yes. I remember kissing you, or you kissing me, I don’t remember that anymore.”

Victor let out a small laugh. “I was the one to kiss you,” he said, cheeks rapidly growing red. “Though you weren’t exactly protesting, so I thought the feelings were mutual.”

He shouldn’t have let his bed this morning- he wasn’t ready to talk about his big, fat crush on Victor, even as Victor probably returned them. It was too surreal- even if Victor liked him, it surely must have been mild interest on his part. There was no way Victor actually like like him.

“Well, the feelings are mutual,” Yuuri eventually admitted, nervously biting his bottom lip. “I do like you, a lot. For a while now. I just-” pressing his lips together, Yuuri forced himself to stop talking. All he currently was doing was fuelling his anxiety.

Victor’s eyes lit up, a happy smile crossed his lips. “Are you serious?” he asked excitedly.

“Of course I’m,” Yuuri snapped, nerves running trough his body. Why would he lie about that?

Ashamed for snapping for no reason, Yuuri downcasted his eyes, finding a sudden interest in his lap. The creaking of a chair followed, the table shook slightly, and a shadow crept over him. Victor was probably looming over him, presumably questioning why he even liked someone like Yuuri.

A gasp of surprise passed Yuuri’s lips when two hands gently cradled his face, tipping his head back, so he was looking straight into Victor’s eyes. Victor was awfully close, too close.

“Victor-” all the words died on his lips when Victor’s lips brushed against his. It couldn’t even be considered a kiss, the touch was so little, yet, Yuuri felt his heart bursting out of his chest.

“I like you a lot, you know,” Victor’s breath ghosted over Yuuri’s lips as he spoke. “Probably ever since the first time we met.”

Victor had liked him since the very beginning? They met over two years ago- even Yuuri hadn’t been smitten with Victor for that long. Did that mean the man had been pining over Yuuri for over two years? Two. Whole. Years. And Yuuri had been disappointed that Victor didn’t return his feelings, while it had been the opposite. There had been a time Yuuri didn’t return Victor’s feelings.

“Are you serious?” Yuuri sobbed, tears slowly starting to trickle down his face. “And here I though you didn’t return my feelings. Now it turns out I’ve been the villain all along.”

His tears were gently wiped away, Victor’s breathe still ghosting over his lips. “Can I?” the man asked, eyes bright with excitement.

Yuuri didn’t answer. His chair once again toppled over, landing with a soft thud against the carpeted floor. Gaining height by standing upright, he slightly forced Victor back. Victor’s grip on his face faltered and there, the right moment.

Within a matter of a few seconds, Yuuri threw his arms around Victor’s neck, pulling him close. Their lips smashed together in an awkward kiss, nose bumping, teeth clashing and Yuuri’s glasses was being pressed against his face, the plastic digging in his skin. But he didn’t care. This was probably his one and only chance to shamelessly kiss Victor before the latter would realise what kind of nerd Yuuri was. The kind of nerd who would coo over dog and cat videos and who was the reigning champion in Cards Against Humanity amongst his friends.

After a while, Yuuri parted from the kiss, breathing shallowly. Yes, he knew that he was supposed to breathe through his nose, but it was easier said than done when you’re kissing the man of your dreams. Though, in his dreams, Victor had been less dorky and more of a perfect husband. Though the dorky Victor was more endearing- he never had heard someone complain about onions being the spawn of the devil.

Victor fell back into his chair. Like Yuuri, he was breathing shallowly, his face flustered and lips red. “That was… intense,” the man sighed, leaning back into his chair, almost tipping it over.

“I’m sorry,” Yuuri muttered, realising how forward he had been. Up until now, Victor had been very kind and gentle with him. He, unlike Victor, had basically latched himself onto Victor like a leech, merciless and hungry.

“For what?” Victor asked. “An amazing kiss?”

Snorting, he leant on the table, not daring to pick up the chair again. That poor piece of furniture already had suffered enough abuse from Yuuri throwing it around. “It was awkward.”

“What did you expect?” the seated man chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I never have kissed anyone before- unless you count the drunken party kiss- and I doubt you’ve had much more experience than I’ve.”

No, he hadn’t. Like Victor, the kiss at the party had been his very first kiss. This, of course, excluded his family. Family didn’t count.

“You know, I was wondering,” a cheeky grin crossed Victor’s face. “I think we might need that lube you carry with you- I don’t have any so…”

A flush heated up Yuuri’s skin. “We’re having dinner!” Yuuri exclaimed, his voice higher-pitched than normal.

Right, they were having dinner. Admittedly, Yuuri had little to no appetite left. By the looks of it, Victor hadn’t much appetite left either.

“Well,” Yuuri mumbled. “We’re supposed to have dinner.”

Yuuri almost jumped when Victor merrily laughed, his face alive and probably brighter than a Christmas tree. “I think neither of us is really in the mood to have dinner.”

“I guess you’re right,” Yuuri admitted, unable to contain his bright smile. “But that still doesn’t mean we’re going to make use of my lube, I expect at least three dates and a bouquet of flowers.”

A triumphant smile crossed Yuuri’s face when Victor pouted in defeat. “You’re mean,” the man muttered half-heartedly.

“Get used to it,” Yuuri teased. How exactly it had happened, he wasn’t sure, but he no longer felt nervous around Victor. Maybe this day wasn’t so bad at all.

The table groaned as Yuuri stopped leaning on it. Straightening his back, Yuuri picked up his half-empty board and gathered the cutlery. “Now, get your cute ass out of that chair and help me with the dishes.”

Victor stared at him in surprise, lips slightly parted like a fish on dry land. “You think I’ve a cute ass?” the man asked, almost sounding childish.

Feeling slightly flustered, maybe he wasn’t as confident as he thought he was, Yuuri nodded. “It’s kind of cute, I guess,” he added.

“I think your ass is kind of cute too,” Victor added shamelessly, grinning brightly. He didn’t even blush or showed any signs of being embarrassed. How was this man real?

“Thanks, I guess?” Yuuri mumbled. He took that back, this day was terrible. Victor probably would chip away years of his life span within the matter of a few hours. This guy was unbelievable, yet, maybe he rather lived a short life filled with Victor than living a short life without Victor, especially now knowing that Victor had liked him way before he had liked Victor.

~*~

Drowsy and bleary-eyed, Yuuri squinted against the harsh sunlight that streamed into the bedroom. He absolutely and utterly hated mornings, especially mornings he had to leave his bed early. Feeling for his phone, Yuuri eventually managed to find it and unplugged it from life-support. Victor thankfully had been kind enough to borrow him a phone charger, otherwise his phone would still have been dead.

Squinting at his phone, Yuuri stared at the picture of his friend with confusion. Why was Phichit calling so early in the morning? It was still a solid hour before Yuuri… oh. Never mind that, apparently Yuuri had forgotten to set his alarm, as the time was saying it was well past nine. Great, he had missed his morning lecture. Surely, one of his classmates would cover for him. Accepting the call, the picture of Phichit was replaced by the actual Phichit.

“Morning,” the man chirped. Phichit was like Yuuri still in bed, his hair mushed up and purple marks scattered around his naked shoulder and chest. Well, Yuuri wasn’t too surprised to see his friend like that. Phichit had weird… kinks. Was it a kink?

“Sleeping in? Didn’t you have a test today?” Phichit asked, actually looking surprised.

Yuuri hummed, stifling a yawn. The body pressed against his back moved slightly, thankfully, Victor just continued sleeping. “Forgot to set my alarm,” Yuuri admitted sheepishly. “And I’ve my test this afternoon, still plenty of time left.”

Phichit still seemed far from convinced. An exaggerated sceptical look had formed on his friend’s face. “That isn’t like you,” Phichit murmured. “Though I can’t say it’s a bad decision, you work too hard.”

Shrugging, Yuuri knew that his friend was right, though he would never admit that. He sometimes worked too hard, making days that shouldn’t be humanly possible. Though, to be fair, coffee and some cheap energy drink often did the trick.

Once again, Victor shifted around, only to turn around, pressing his face again Yuuri’s back. An arm snuck around his waist and pulled him close to Victor’s chest. Well, that far for keeping Phichit in the dark about his whereabouts.

Phichit’s jaw dropped, his eyes growing big with surprise. “You sly dog,” he whispered in amazement. “You’re secretly hooking up with people behind my back. Who’s the lucky guy.”

On cue, Victor started to speak. Or, well, tried. “Yuuri,” the man whined, rubbing his nose against Yuuri’s exposed neck. “It’s too early.”

“I know,” Yuuri murmured, gently rubbing the man’s hand. “Just go back to sleep, it’s just my roommate calling.”

Victor made a low, grumbling noise before falling asleep again. When Yuuri returned his gaze back to his phone, he was greeted by a blinding grin.

“You’ve slept with Victor Nikiforov?” Phichit squeals excited.

Yuuri shook his head. “Not slept, just shared a bed.”

Phichit looked briefly disappointed before his typical, easy-going smile returned. “How did you even end up in the same bed as Victor?”

“I forgot my keys, so Victor was kind enough to invite me in and, well… things happened,” Yuuri wasn’t exactly in the mood to share the details with Phichit. After all, he still could barely believe it himself. He, Yuuri, had kissed Victor, the Victor, that guy who probably could get any person as his romantic partner. Though, most people didn’t knew Victor’s dorky side.

Phichit’s expression wavered. Yuuri knew his friend was noisy, always trying to get his hands on the newest gossip. Therefore, eventually, Yuuri probably had to tell Phichit everything, the more details, the better.

“Come on,” Phichit urged, an eager look crossing his face. “Tell me the details.”

Groaning, Yuuri wanted to do nothing else then end the call. He knew, however, if he did that, Phichit would never drop the subject. Nobody did just hang up on Phichit. Thankfully, there was one person that could keep Phichit in check and that morning, he had been Yuuri’s lord and saviour.

“Phichit,” a drowsy voice grumbled, a mop of black hair and a pale face appeared in the background. “What did you promise?”

Yuuri’s friend pouted. “Babe,” he whined. “I’m talking with Yuuri- he finally-”

“I don’t care,” Phichit’s boyfriend said curtly. “No phone in bed, end the call or I will end the call.”

Phichit made another whining noise. “Everyone I love is against me- first my best friend and now my boyfriend,” the student glared at Yuuri. “Are you sure you don’t have some deal with my boyfriend? You Asian types are all-”

“Phichit,” the same voice warned.

Yuuri laughed at Phichit’s disappointed look. “Phichit, you’re Asian yourself,” he remarked amusedly.

“Touché,” the man retorted. “Anyway, see you later,” and with that, Phichit ended the call.

Somewhat relieved, Yuuri placed his phone back on the nightstand. While he had wanted to break the news to Phichit in a different way, this wasn’t too bad. Now his best friend had to walk around with the mental torture that Yuuri and Victor had shared a bed without knowing the details. The details were necessary for some like Phichit, he wouldn’t rest till he knew everything.

“Finally,” Victor murmured, nuzzling Yuuri’s neck. “I thought he never would stop talking.”

Yuuri chuckled and turned around, coming to lay face-to-face with Victor. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?”

A drowsy smile crossed Victor’s face. “Yes, but it doesn’t matter. It means I’ve got more time to cuddle with you.”

Sighing, Yuuri pressed a chaste kiss on the older man’s lips. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmured.

Victor made a faint noise and pulled Yuuri closer, tucking the latter’s head under his chin. “I won’t have classes till one.”

Yuuri nuzzled closer to the man, enjoying the contact. “Me neither, well, I already missed my first class so…”

Yesterday might not have been so bad after all. At least it wouldn’t be the worst day of his life, maybe, in the future, when walking down the aisle, Yuuri could consider yesterday the best day of his life.

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FOP: Fairy Fallout Pt.3

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Act III

The third scene began with Timmy leaving the school bus, and walking up to the front door of his house without even waiting for Chloe to walk with him. It was clear by the dull, melancholy expression on his face that he wasn’t in any mood to be accompanied by his neighbor; certainly not after what happened at recess. Timmy was exhausted, mumbling to himself about how he was ready to just go to his room and sleep. But once he swung the front door open to enter the living room of his home, Timmy was immediately greeted by Vicky, who had been waiting for him. Rather than greeting Timmy with her typically venomous jeering, she approached him with a look of concern, and asked him why he looked so tired and upset. Timmy didn’t respond and simply glanced away from the babysitter, prompting Vicky to kneel down and examine him closely.

“My goodness! I haven’t seen you this miserable since the first day I became your babysitter.” She cooed with sadistic cheer, quickly instructing Timmy to “hold his pose” while she reached into the back pocket of her jeans to take out a polaroid camera, and snapped a picture.

After letting the photo dry, Vicky analyzed the picture with an endearing grin on her face before the shot focused on a more detailed version of Timmy’s saddened expression. The focus lingered on the picture while Vicky’s voice can be heard cooing before it showed Vicky pressing the picture to her chest as she claimed that it will always be cherished by her. All the while, Timmy began to grow more and more agitated from being belittled. A close-up revealed his clenched fists shaking at his sides, and his teeth gritting as Vicky wickedly cackled at him to the point of having to wipe away a stray tear from the corner of her eye once she calmed down. Much to Timmy’s dismay, Vicky had grown bored of his presence, and wasted no time in viciously commanding him to do chores around the house so she could watch TV.

However, during Vicky’s seemingly endless list of demands, Timmy went from agitated to enraged. His face slowly turned red, his chest was huffing and puffing while his eyes grew misty from every horrible thing he was feeling as his patience completely ran out. Upon flinching slightly when Vicky dropped a massive list on his head that unrolled along the floor, Timmy lost it once again. He ripped the list off of his head, stomping on it before leaping up to scream right in Vicky’s face about how he was sick and tired of making his life horrible. More tears came flooding out of his eyes just like the recollection of all the years Vicky had abused, terrorized and threatened him; he remembered all of those times he thought things would change for the better between them, only to find out the truth that there was no changing Vicky to treat him better.

“No wonder nobody loves you, and nobody ever will! How would you like it if someone treated you like how you’ve treated me for the whole time my parents left me stuck with you?!” Timmy bellowed threateningly, his chest heaving until he finally caught his breath and the bright red color drained from his face.

At first, Vicky was absolutely stunned by Timmy’s behavior. The shot focused on her utterly baffled expression while she stood completely silent, and blinked while Timmy had time to cool down until Vicky registered what just happened. In retaliation to Timmy’s outburst, she grabbed him by the back of his shirt, and effortlessly lifted him up before storming to his room. Vicky was absolutely livid as she kicked the door to Timmy’s bedroom open, and mercilessly threw Timmy inside so that he hit a wall with a booming thud. Without any remorse or concern for Timmy’s wellbeing, Vicky’s shrill voice could be heard off-screen as she screeched at him to stay in his room for the rest of the night; the command was followed by an incredibly promising threat to hurt him even worse before the sound of the door slamming shut ended Vicky’s angry yelling.

After a couple seconds of showing him cradling his aching head, Timmy snapped out of his daze just enough to sit up from where he was slumped on the floor. From where he was sitting against the wall, Timmy slowly managed to get back on his feet as he mumbled to himself about how Vicky seemed much crueler than usual. Not just because of what he said to her, but he couldn’t help but wonder why she was acting like she had planned for his arrival after school. During his musing, the shot followed him as he paced about his bedroom, all while the empty fish bowl that Cosmo and Wanda once lived in was visible on the end table near his bed. The scene continued as Timmy finally deduced that his parents must have warned Vicky that he was down in the dumps, and was more depressed than usual since the night before.

“Of course, they told Vicky…” He sighed heavily, pinching the space between his eyebrows before he fell silent with a huff while crossing his arms over his chest, and scowling down at the ground. “She must’ve been really excited for me to get back home just to see how much she could make me feel even more miserable.”

It was only then that he realized just how alone he truly was, and his lament wasn’t heard by anyone, but himself. His first instinct from not getting a response was to call out to the two fairies that used to be in the now vacant fish bowl, but he had stopped himself from doing so once he remembered. He wasn’t their godchild anymore, and that painful reminder wilted Timmy’s irritated expression into an incredibly forlorn one as his heart sank. He had his TV; he had video games; he had toys, and even a computer. There were plenty of things to keep him preoccupied from the rest of the world, including his troubles, but every time the camera panned over to wherever he looked, he felt no such desire to do the things he loved.

Without warning, Timmy began to tear up at how his whole world felt so dull and empty without the company of the fairy couple. After getting off of the floor to sit upon his bed, he wiped away the tears running down his face, and sat quietly in his solitude. He had no one to confide in, not anymore. He couldn’t find comfort in his oblivious, neglectful parents, nor any of his friends. It would always be times like these where he would realize that he had been taking Cosmo and Wanda for granted, but this time was all too real. He didn’t even care if they could grant him wishes if they came back, all he wanted was to have them back and know what it meant to be loved by family that were actually present in his life and showed that they cared about him every day.

He saw no point in doing activities that would normally cheer him up, and didn’t have the energy to do anything. Instead, Timmy glanced over to the empty fish bowl, and scooted closer to gaze at the still water within the glass. For a moment, he wondered out loud if he should at least try to give the bowl back to Cosmo and Wanda, recalling the time he got to explore the tiny castle settled in the pebbles. It used to be their home, after all. Once Timmy moved away from the fish bowl, he rubbed his tired and red-tinted eyes as the exhaustion returned. He forgot how much he wanted to just curl up and sleep before he got the nerve to lash out at Vicky. But after considering making an effort to smuggle the fish bowl over to Chloe, Timmy shook his head to rid himself of the thought.

Even if he did manage to sneak out of the house without Vicky knowing, Timmy recalled the way he acted back at recess when Chloe tried to cheer him up. He wondered if Cosmo and Wanda would even want to see him again after witnessing his outburst. A growing feeling of doubt made Timmy clutch his chest as if he were physically hit by something, and his sorrow turned into agonizing guilt at the thought of Cosmo and Wanda looking down at him with anger and disappointment for what he had done. It truly hurt him to think that he had suddenly lost the love and trust of Cosmo and Wanda in one fell swoop, and doomed himself to a lonely fate. His parents were never there when he needed them; he scared off his friends by throwing a tantrum at his neighbor; and, there was no chance of him getting another fairy to replace the pieces of his heart that had been torn away with Cosmo and Wanda.

Every second of this reflection only dug himself deeper into a pit of grief, and there seemed to be no hope for him to stop anytime soon.

“Maybe they really are better off without me,” He murmured solemnly, curling up under the blankets as small tears began to well up in the corners of his eyes.

As the shot zoomed out on Timmy crying himself to sleep, the scene faded out to the inside of Chloe’s room where she was pacing back and forth, brainstorming ways that would prove to Jorgen Von Strangle that Timmy was worthy of being a godchild once again.

“Think, Chloe, think! There must be something I can wish for to change Jorgen’s mind,” Chloe chanted to herself, tapping the side of her head as if trying to invoke her brain to produce a plan.

During this scene, Cosmo and Wanda were floating on the other side of Chloe’s room, trying to comfort each other after having to witness their former godchild fall apart right in front of them. While the constant wailing from both fairies was clearly making it more difficult for Chloe to focus on the task at hand, she couldn’t help but eventually stop her pacing, and her own deeply concentrated expression faltered. Chloe fell completely silent, unable to even hear her own thoughts over the sound of the fairy couple’s lamenting, and turned around to look at them with a rather disheartened look on her face. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, it hurt her deep down to see her own fairy godparents so upset from having to lose Timmy as their godchild, and all of her attempts to console them were in vain. In a way, it felt like their grief had completely driven a wedge between them, unintentionally causing the fairy couple to nearly neglect Chloe.

However, she was quick to shake off that feeling, and pushed herself to rationalize the situation. After taking a moment to close her eyes, and take a deep breath, Chloe began to murmur to herself to imagine a scenario where her parents were in Cosmo and Wanda’s position. She asked herself how much would hurt them if she had an actual sibling, and they were forced to give him up without being able to do anything about it before she calmly opened her eyes. From Chloe’s perspective, the shot of Cosmo and Wanda holding each other as they continued to weep morphed into the scenario she envisioned within her mind. Cosmo and Wanda were no longer in sight, and their forms were replaced with Chloe’s mother and father instead while the background faded to black with only a single light beaming down upon the couple.

Chloe’s father was struggling to hide his tears as he held onto his wife, clinging to the woman until he finally burst into tears. But unlike Cosmo and Wanda, the married couple didn’t let the heavy burden of grief get to them nearly as much. Instead, both parents finally looked up to see Chloe watching them from a distance, and welcomed her into a hug.

“At least we still have you,” Connie grinned with a renewed sense of hope, earning a smile in return from Chloe.

“We still have each other,” Clark added as he embraced his family.

The shot lingered on a close up of Chloe’s face as she was slowly lulled into a sense of much needed comfort, and the tears she was holding back were flowing down her face. Finally, the shot backed away when the pitch black background disappeared, and she opened her eyes to see that she was back in her room, hugging her fairy godparents as they embraced her in return. The three stayed like this until Wanda sniffled, and dried her tearful eyes with a conjured up handkerchief before giving Chloe a sincere apology for not realizing how everything that was going on had been affecting her too.

“We love you both, but it’s always hard for us to say goodbye to our godchildren. Even after all these years,” Wanda sighed glumly, raising her wand to poof up another handkerchief for Cosmo, who loudly blew his nose into once he managed to get a hold of himself. “Normally, things would get better when something like this happens. No matter what Timmy did, he’d always find a way to convince Jorgen to let us stay his fairy godparents…”

“Then, what did he do that was so different this time?” Chloe asked, perking up at the slight glimmer of hope that there could be a loophole to fix all of the mess. “Was it something worse than anything he’s done before?”

For a moment, Cosmo and Wanda were at a loss for words, and could only glance at each other as they floated above Chloe. The shot remained focused on the fairy couple as they are shown trying to remember the details of what Timmy’s last wish was that caused the major catastrophe that incurred the wrath of Jorgen Von Strangle. Alas, even after the fairy couple described a rather dangerous and chaotic crisis that spiraled out of control due to Timmy’s impulsive behavior towards wishing, Cosmo and Wanda could only scratch their heads in puzzlement as the shot was aimed back to Chloe while she took a moment to register all of the information.

“So… There’s nothing I can really do to prove Jorgen wrong, is there?” Chloe murmured, sounding far more resigned than before once the fairy couple finished telling the story, and her once hopeful expression wilted away as her shoulders slumped.

“I’m afraid not this time,” Wanda frowned apologetically, lowering herself so she was at her godchild’s level before conjuring up a large photo album that appeared in Chloe’s hands.

Without waiting, Chloe opened the book to analyze several old photos from the misadventures Timmy and his godparents had endured even before Chloe moved into town. While the shot focused on all of the pictures displayed inside the album, Wanda could be heard off-screen describing what had been going on in every bizarre, and nostalgic picture that was shown. With every story behind the framed polaroids Chloe was told, the more she dreaded the idea of possibly trying to convince Jorgen that she wasn’t any better of a godchild than Timmy. Without warning, Chloe slammed the album shut, and her face was revealed to be one of genuine horror as a brief imagination sequence was presented where the worst possible things that could happen to the people of the world came true upon making a purposefully terrible wish just to make Timmy’s numerous disasters pale in comparison. She could potentially wipe out the entire population of humans, animals, and any living thing on earth with a single wish that slipped past “Da Rules”.

As her daydream faded away, she realized that even if she genuinely tried to put her plan into action, and Jorgen’s stubborn nature overpowered her attempts, then that would be the end of everything. All of the horrible things plaguing her conscience would be the consequences of her plan, and all of the lives destroyed in the midst of the disaster would be on her head. Just like the moment her kind and loving nature ended up in creating an even bigger disaster that caused her to move to Dimmsdale in the first place; her heart would rule over her mind, and she may end up making that very same mistake. It was one life, or the lives of others; the same choice Jorgen Von Strangle asked her to think about on the night she became the sole godchild of Cosmo and Wanda.

“I...I can’t…” Chloe stammered as her eyes trailed off in a one-thousand-yard stare out her bedroom window, and her trembling hands slowly dropped the photo album. “There’s no way I could make a wish so disastrous.”

From behind Chloe, Cosmo pointed his finger and opened his mouth to object, but was immediately silenced by Wanda when she used her magic to literally zip Cosmo’s mouth shut before he could encourage her to go along with her initial idea. Unlike Cosmo’s generally comedic character, he remained completely silent after getting over the initial shock of suddenly having his voice smothered. He didn’t try to unzip his mouth, or use his wand to make it disappear; he didn’t even try to make a bunch of muffled noises in the background. Instead, he just stayed where he was, quiet as a mouse while Wanda took it upon herself to approach their godchild and speak.

“Then it’s best not to make a wish, sweetie,” Wanda recommended in her more motherly tone. “I know you want to help Timmy, and we’d want nothing more than to fix this mess, but these things happen. In the past, we’ve had so many godchildren, just like all the other fairies in Fairy World. But, it’s never easy having to say goodbye.”

As the shot lingered on Wanda’s somber expression, Cosmo finally placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder from outside of view before floating into the scene. Once he was among Chloe and Wanda, he finally raised his wand in order to make the zipper that sealed his mouth disappear.

“Normally, fairies are supposed to stick with their godchildren until they grow up, and that’s usually the hardest to deal with,” He added, sounding much more serious than normal. “Wanda and I have been Timmy’s godparents for just two years, which may not seem very long, but so much happened during that time that it feels like we’ve been a fairy family for the longest time.”

Wanda couldn’t help but tear up again, clearly touched by Cosmo’s sentiment. Wanda was quick to wipe away the stray tear, however, reminding both herself and Cosmo that they needed to be strong. As the mood began to pick up, Cosmo and Wanda embraced each other for a brief moment while Chloe watched them with a relieved smile now that the two finally came to terms with their grief. However, Chloe knew that there was still work to do. And once Cosmo and Wanda turned their attention back to their godchild, Chloe was then shown staring out her window at the Turner house in the distance, claiming that she planned on going over to talk to Timmy once the weekend finally arrived. She knew that it was still too soon for her to try and approach him, and if what happened that day proved anything, Cosmo and Wanda agreed on her plan to wait for Timmy to calm down without question.

Now that her determination was rekindled, Chloe decided to scrap the initial plan of trying to make a risky wish. It was obvious to both Chloe, and Wanda that it just wasn’t worth all the havoc; not to mention, the plan seemed to fall flat after Chloe took a moment to reflect back on her initial thought process. Taking a note from what she learned from her parents, she needed to focus on the big picture, not just the small details. If Chloe was going to make things better, she had to find a way to get through to Timmy; she only hoped that he would be able to keep it together until the weekend arrived.

#[FOP: Fairy Fallout]#fairly oddparents #creepypasta #timmy turner #chloe karmichael #cosmo and wanda

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