#he better be the best in her class or he’s in trouble XD

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Yua starts working at the acadamy shortly before Kakashi begins there and he is horrified. He knows that his mother is going to make him take her classes

He thought he finally had an escape

There is no end to his suffering

[xjulixred45x]

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto x Reader with a Twin

I'm back with everything in JJK and I have a twin myself, plus I rarely see this kind of stage, so, I'm going to make my own material, like in the old days.

I hope you like it Euge!

Reader: Male and Female

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings: Set mainly in the Hidden Inventory arc, Season 2 spoilers, maybe divergent canon? (mainly Geto's part), Gojo. Fluff.

Satoru Gojo

If Gojo's S/o had a Twin, there are two ways he would meet her/him.

1-she/he also go to the Jujustu academy and are in the same class (most likely) or 2-their s/o's twin goes to another school and therefore they do not know each other until said twin are going to visit them.

Let's go with the first option first.

Seeing how his S/O is with his/her twin, at first he made fun of them a little, simply because it was too sweet for him how they got along so well.

If said S/o is constantly protected by his/her twin, it is even worse, but Gojo understand it better, and find some peace of mind in seeing that his (future) S/o will always have someone to defend and protect her/him and keep safe and sound.

Gojo wouldn't have so many problems differentiating his s/o from his/her twin, thanks to the 6 eyes. But when he don't use them, he definitely have his confusions.

He has even put papers on the backs of his S/o and his/her twin that say "prettiest twin" and on the twin "random twin"

If he have a bad relationship with his s/o's twin, he would do the same, but putting "good twin" and "evil twin" respectively.

Although you would also do that if his S/o's personality is very far from her/his Twin.

In case Gojo wouldn't meet his S/o's Twin until they dated, he would definitely be very surprised when he met him/her.

If his S/o has any kind of complex related to comparing himself/herself to his brother/her sister, either saying that they are better or putting themselves down, Gojo is going to shut them up, he can't stand that shit, and will probably start saying all the things in the that his S/o is better than her/his twin.

If Gojo and his s/o's twin get along REALLY badly, chances are they'll just put up with each other for the s/o's happiness, Gojo can't compete with a womb mate and he KNOWS IT, so he will not initiate anything against the twin (besides, even if the S/o is protected by his/her twin, he/she is just as protective over him/her).

If they get along well, they tell each other things to make their partner happy, anecdotes from childhood, certain habits that they only do at home, etc. If the twin is especially chaotic, Gojo just got a new friend, and if he is an introvert, too! Adopted a new friend xd.

In general, Gojo only takes advantage of the Twin/Twin factor for pranks and/or having an extra best friend to protect his S/o

Suguru Geto

Following the same thread as Gojo, Geto would probably meet both his S/o and his twin.

While he has a clear preference for spending time with his S/o, he sees nothing wrong with inviting his/her twin too, especially when he sees how they go everywhere together, how close they are, it's a unique type of bond that is worth to watch.

Similarly to Gojo, Geto feels more comfortable with his S/o's twin if he/she is the "protective twin" of the two, or if he/she excels more in the use of cursed energy than his s/o. It's not because he wants his S/o to be weak! Simply an extra companion with another being of abilities never hurts.

And neither does he reject the twin if it is his S/o who has to protect them, on the contrary, he may become protective of him/her, since although they are two very different people, his/her twin S/o is still a part of him/her

Unlike Gojo, Geto has more trouble telling the twins apart at first, especially with the uniforms on (matching), so at first he kept mixing names.

But eventually he was able to differentiate them better through certain characteristics that stood out more in each one (e.g., accessories, hair, way of speaking, etc.)

If his S/o and her/his twin wear completely different styles, then Geto has much less difficulty figuring out which is which (e.g., one wears red and one wears blue).

I don't think he would do the notepad thing, although if he did he would definitely call his s/o "the best twin" or "cutest twin" just to make him/her blush.

If the S/o has a complex about comparing himself/herself to his brother/her sister or saying that he/she is better, Geto will try to first see why they think that way or who put that idea in their head. Then he will try to make him/her see that his/her twin may be better at several things but that he/she may be better than him/her at many others, a pretty nice moment.

If Geto has a bad relationship with his S/O's twin, then they make a "cold war" pact, that is, they hate each other in silence, and without violence in front of their brother/sister to give the illusion of that get along well. But as soon as the s/o looks away, they are both giving each other DEATH looks.

If he gets along with his S/o's twin, then it's all peace and love when they go to his/her house, even (similar to Gojo) telling all the embarrassing stories about his brother/her sister to Geto as if It was the most adorable thing in the world.

Twin: and then she/he went to mom angry and said: "I'm leaving the house"! The most CUTE thing I have ever seen in my life.

S/o: BROTHER/SISTER NOOOOOOOOO-

Geto:**listen to every damn word**

BONUSES

If his S/o joins him in his corruption Arc, he will definitely let s/o raise the twins the way the S/o and his twin were raised, he wants the girls to have a relationship as cute as the one of those two.

If Geto is not corrupted (like those Geto Professor AUs), the twins will most likely LOVE S/o and his/her twin, each one goes with one and they spend a "twin afternoon" with the four of them together, mainly shopping, they come home, they fall asleep on the nearest couch or surface and when Geto arrives, he dies of tenderness.

In general, Geto can see his S/o's twin as both a great friend or his worst enemy. I hope it's the first.

Shares, reblogs, and comments are very welcome!

[crippling-pages]

Watched the two new Lego Friends episodes on YouTube today and...

EMOTIONS OUCH

anyways spoilers undercut as i cry and rant

For the Fright Night ep, honestly im glad that we got an episode with no Ley-La drama. It felt nice to have a break and just see the group have fun XD

also LIANN AND NOVAAAAAA HJMMMMM

"We're her friends!"

"*GASP* SHE SENT ME HEARTS~"

guys. guysguysguysguysGUYS they're lesbians <3

The ending was hilarious with Autumn XDD She's so cool omg and Olly actually fainting was smth i found myself finding funny lol

And for Olly's Quest for Fame... i feel like one things clear;

He definitely has some childhood trauma going on.

Him being sensitive about the hate comments, causing him to believe what they're saying about him, and doing what they say and getting and causing him to be more obsessed with everything.

I think he might've been bullied as a kid. I said this before but in this world if your a guy who's passion is clothing and fashion or something un-man like, you get called things (cough looking at you insta comments cough). I also feel like he might've not had as much money growing up; like his family was lower middle class at best, so that might be why Olly was so... controlling? Obsessive? About money and fame.

For his craving for fame, money, being recognized; him being bullied (troll comments), money (not having a lot growing up, his parents having trouble with money), and him wanting to be seen. He wants people to know what he's doing, that's he's doing something important something that people love and admire him for. Something I doubt he got as a child.

And for the way he's treating Paisley... it's obvious that he doesn't mean too. He never, ever, EVER will hurt Paisley on purpose, and we all know that. He's just blinded by the thought of finally being seen to realize that Paisley doesnt want to do any of it...

Another thing I was to talk about what he said; "My outfits are my identity!" That's not just something you just say, without any meaning. Designing outfits is his passion, one of the things he's loved all his life, and something thats always been there for him. And if what I said about his childhood is true, he's probably feeling very provoked and insecure about himself now, and he feels like he needs to be better.

Not saying this excuses how he's treating Paisley; Heck, I love love Paisley but she herself has to try and speak up to Olly but she's afraid she's going to lose him. And Olly thinks he's helping Paisley do what she loves, but he's gotten caught up in it with himself and now he can't see what's right in front of him.

On a different note; ZAC. This dude has come a long way from the first episode. He's literally AMAZING. His character development>>>>>>>>>>>> He's being such a good friend to Paisley, and they're friendship is so pure and kind <3 (but it better stay platonic, lego. gimme some friendship that stay friendships!!)

Also Aliya and Liann now know who Ley-La is!! I dunno if this is good or bad-

Olly's talk with Zac and then Aliya, I feel like this proves that he has something internal monsters to deal with but instead is projecting them onto the whole Ley-La thing.

But thats it. I NEEEEEEED Olly to apologize to Paisley and for him to see his mistakes; it better be REALLY good Lego, and it better be one of the BEST character arcs of all time.

thank you for listening to my ted talk.

[thenotsosecretdiaryofbiyu]

2024年8月5日-- Calligraphy at National University of Tainan, Archery at Ten Drums, Performance, and Night Market

Today was a big day– we moved to Tainan! Thankfully, it wasn’t too far away, only about an hour. So, it was no time until we began our first activity of the day– Calligraphy at the National University of Tainan! We were very fortunate to have had the wonderful opportunity to have Yeh Laoshi (different Yeh Laoshi, this one is a man) teach us how to do some calligraphy!!! He showed us the basics, and then let us practice some on our own on some practice paper, before letting us do some calligraphy on our own paper 團扇 (round fans)! Super funny thing though, is that he was going around complimenting everyone, but I didn't get a single compliment on mine LOL. At one point he even came over, showed me how to properly write the characters using the brush, and told me my technique was all wrong LOLOLOLOL. Mine definitely didn't turn out the greatest, but I did the best I could do, and that's okay. Everyone at the university was super welcoming, and we even got to meet another professor who worked in the calligraphy department, and the president of the university herself (who sat in to do calligraphy with us)!!!

Funny anecdote is that the classical Chinese radical for "heart/心" looks strikingly similar to certain types of doodles. A lot of people in the class were giggling when he drew it, and he stopped and explained that it was NOT that, while making an "x" with his arms. But even he noticed the resemblance, and started laughing when he demonstrated how to draw it again on the overheard XD. After we drew on the calligraphy (I chose the Chinese word for "eternity"), he helped us put traditional stamps onto our fans! Then after our fans were completed, the university provided us lunch! It was a tasty bento box and lightly sweetened black tea! There were three different kinds of meat for the omnivores and veggie bentos for us veggies! There was also a bit of a giveaway, where the first person to raise their hand and say the question correctly got to pick a hand-painted fan by Yeh Laoshi or the other professor with us (sorry, I don't remember her name)! I didn't win either of them though, Eli and Jasmine got them because of how fast they were smh. But Yeh Laoshi sent us home with beautiful hand-painted red magnets that he wrote on himself with the character "福" on it!

Scary tidbit is that the college walls had bullet holes from the Second World War. 

After we said our goodbyes, we got on the bus and went to a sugar cane museum (an old factory) named Ten Drums! We went to watch a performance, but before the show we had a few minutes, so I used the bathroom. By the time I got out, everyone else was gone except Yeh Laoshi and Chief, so I followed them over to the archer field! It was my first time ever using a bow, so I was super pathetic at it, but Chief explained how to use it and I got the hang of it and shot an 8 pointer! My beginner's luck lasted for a bit, but eventually I started missing the shots again lol. But it was also Yeh Laoshi's first time too, so she wasn't much better than me hehe. I think I actually ended up winning? But ehh, it doesn't really count imo.

After our quick round, we rejoined with the others to watch a performance by Cross Metal! They were really good, except omg they were a bit dramatic, to put it lightly LOL. So many times they made very dramatic faces and poses, it’s just hard to explain. They were definitely good though, and afterwards we were able to all take a picture with them! Andy tried to stir up trouble though and told them that "we" (as in only the girls) thought they were all attractive. I wanted to smack him so much (but I restrained myself).

Afterwards, Yeh Laoshi, Chief, Amy, and I went to go play some drums! We made a few mistakes, but the teacher was kind and didn’t acknowledge them, and there were only like six of us altogether in the lesson, so it was just a relaxed, good time! After the drums, Chief and Yeh Laoshi went on their own way, while Amy and I met up with some of the others to walk around a bit.

After leaving Ten Drums, we finally made our way over to our new hotel! It's really nice and fortunately (or unfortunately for my wallet), there's a stationery store right next door! I went in because I really wanted to get some letter paper and some calligraphy materials, and although I ended up getting the letter paper, I accidentally bought some useless stuff that ended up NOT being calligraphy stuff whatsoever (I bought a pen I thought was calligraphy, when it was more akin to a regular pen smhhhh and I bought a little book that ended up not being a book for calligraphy but just a regular notebook styled after calligraphy AHHHH).

I distracted myself from the pain of my mistakes by going to the night market to get some din-din (dinner) with my buddies! I got some roasted corn, two slabs of tofu, and a milk tea! All super tasty! I also got these mini pancake sandwiches (a chocolate, red bean, and butter one) and they were not that good… but that's okay. I got home and then I've been typing away ever since!

Academic Reflection

I had no idea whatsoever that the folded fan (折扇) was actually originally from Japan, and not China! Usually most things like this travel the other way around, with cultural aspects/literature/clothing styles originating in China before being spread to other places like Korea and Japan. This happened with the writing system, which was widely used in Korea and Japan. Korea however, had one of its rulers create a new alphabet for the country, but Japan still uses very many Chinese characters in its modern script (just sometimes with different meanings and of course different pronunciations, etc.). It is my understanding that Japanese traditional dress (i.e. the "Kimono") actually has origins in Chinese culture from the Wu Dynasty. Many other things are this way too, such as the Lunar New Year, which appears to have originated in China during the Shang Dynasty about 4000 years ago. This holiday is now celebrated in many different parts of East Asia.

Scary note is that when I was leaving, a jet soared close to the ground above the National University of Tainan. I was explaining to Amy that a certain government (that is very close by and has tense relationships with the country we are currently in) recently has been sending fighter jets to soar through Taiwan to scare the population, when one of the professors who escorted us out explained to us that the one we just saw was Taiwan's. She explained that Taiwan has been sending out jets of its own to fly around the island a few times each day, to help show that Taiwan wasn't scared of the threat.

#calligraphyiscoolbutthestationerystoreisgatekeepingmydreams

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Nutella Waffles (overhearing and misunderstanding a conversation/situation) MODERN AU ANGST

Characters: Childe, Kazuha, Thoma, Albedo, Kaeya, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread :D, cheating, fighting, insulting, misunderstanding (duh), pregnancy, sexual innuendos, implying sex, mentions of sex, still SFW though, of course I bent the lore since it’s an AU

Notes: I had trouble with this so I decided to make it a modern AU. That’s also why it took so long. I think my brain is starting to run dry XD I mean, there’s only so much situations/conversations I could think of that could be misunderstood. Still, enjoy!

Childe

"Ah, sorry, Y/N, I can’t walk you home today... Maybe tomorrow?” Childe smiled at you, scratching the back of his head, his school bag swung over his shoulder already. He looked like he was in a hurry. 

It’s been a few days like this and you really didn’t know what was happening. You asked him if he needed help with stuff at home or if he was having a hard time with his homework and if that’s why he was always rushing off. He would just give you the same smile and wave a hand. “It’s nothing like that,” and then off he’d go. 

The next day, as you walk towards his classroom during lunchtime you hear him and his friends talking before you even reach the classroom door. 

“Zoe is totally cute,” Childe says. The voice he uses is something that he’d never used on you before. You freeze in your tracks and try to listen in more. “Wow, she really is! Great job picking her!” one of his friends said and it sounded as if they’d hit Childe on the back as a congratulations. “Let me see, let me see,” another one says followed by a gasp. “Have you taken her out yet?” Childe laughs nervously and you know all too well without even looking at him that he’s probably scratching his head. “No, not yet,” 

“Does your girlfriend know yet?” Someone else asks.

And then you hear a laugh that’s all too mischievous. All too playful. All too heart-wrenching. “She doesn’t know!” and they continue to laugh.

You turn away and try your hardest not to let tears escape from your eyes. It felt as if you were being laughed at. Like everyone knew that he was cheating. Everyone except you. It doesn’t help that there was a Zoe in the other class too. The way his friends laughed made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and the tears you were so desperately holding back to finally flow through.

You ended up staying in the washroom for the whole of lunch time, staying in a cubicle for an extra few minutes, late for the next class.

Somehow you didn’t expect Childe to still show up in your classroom to pick you up for the day and walk you home. You stare at him at the classroom door, your eyes had already gone back to their normal shade, but still glossy. He doesn’t notice, he has a big smile on his face that mocks you. Ridicules you. 

“Y/N! Let’s go together today!” Does he feel guilty? Is that why he finally agrees to walk home with you? Cause he’s had his fill of Zoe already? You don’t say a word and exit the classroom, going past him. Childe blinks, and turns to watch you walking away from him. “Y/N?”

He walks after you, and takes his place next to you. He touches the strap of your backpack, as usual, and says “I’ll take this--”

“I got it,” you reply curtly and move away from him. He’s dumbfounded, eyes still a little wide at your sudden coldness. Now he’s getting anxious. Did he do something wrong? “H-Hey...Y/N, are you mad because I didn’t walk home with you the past couple days? See, I was just--”

“I’m not that petty!” You nearly growl at him, holding his gaze for a few seconds before walking off again. Your eyes are starting to prickle with more tears. You just wanted to get home. As soon as you can. Away from him. You didn’t have the heart to break up with him face to face. You liked him too much, you knew you wouldn’t be able to do it while looking at his handsome face. 

Then, he snatches your wrist and pulls you back towards him. The school hallways are emptying out, there’s a few students walking by who ignore the two of you. “Then what’s the matter? I don’t like it when we fight. At least tell me what I did!” 

You wrench your wrist away from his and start sniffing. He stands there, shocked at where your tears are coming from. Until you start talking. “I heard you, during lunch time,” his eyebrows furrow. “Lunch...time?” He mumbles, not following. “When you were talking about your cute Zoe!” He doesn’t say anything for a moment and that only confirms your fears. 

He’d been looking at other girls, and probably wanting them.

“...Y/N, Zoe is...” Childe scratched his cheek, averting his eyes away. 

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you try to turn away, but he doesn’t let you and holds your shoulders with his hands, staring straight at you. “My dog,” You were crying at this point, and when you hear his next words your eyes narrow. “W-What?”

“Zoe is my new dog,” 

“B-But your friend asked if you took her out yet...”

“Yeah,” Childe tilted his head, “for a walk?” As you start to connect the dots he takes out his phone and shows you the picture of a cute miniature poodle, it had a collar and a silver tag on it that said “Zoe”. You thought that you might cry again at how cute she was but you just glare up at Childe. “Well, I didn’t tell you cause I was gunna surprise you. I’ve been going home early these days cause we had to go visit the pound a few times and finalize the papers and everything...” 

“I-Is that true? Is that all it is?” You sniff, now wiping your stupid tears away. Childe smiles down at you and takes your hands away from your face, replacing it with his, thumbing away the streaks of wetness. “Y/N, no one can ever replace you,” you sniff and let him dote on you. You’d been missing him for a while anyway. 

“...Well except Zoe, maybe Zoe can,” he’s clearly teasing you and you don’t hesitate to lift your fist and punch him on the shoulder, earning a small “Ow,” from him followed by a laugh. “I’m just kidding, how ‘bout you come over and visit her today? It’s only her second day home!”

Thoma

You’d made an appointment with your friend a long time ago. Just a quick lunch and catch up date. Thoma had graciously volunteered to drive you to the mall where you were meeting up with her.

“You sure you don’t need me to pick you up? It’s Saturday. I’m free,” he flashes you a smile, his eyes darting towards you only for a second before going back to the road. “I’ll be fine hun, I’ll take the bus home,” you reply to him.

Halfway through your journey he says that he needs to buy something from a convenience store, and so he parks the car properly and grabs his wallet. His phone is on the car phone stand and you pay no heed to it until a soft ‘ding’ makes you pick your head up to look at the screen. 

Your best friend’s name pops up, she’s messaged him and your blood runs cold.

“I’ll come over when Y/N’s gone,” the message read. Your heart is already at your throat, and you don’t know what to think. What is this make-believe situation that you’re suddenly in. Is this really happening? Your eyes dart upwards to look at the door of the convenience store. You could see Thoma was still looking at the shelves.

You gulp and you wonder what the right thing to do is. Invade his privacy and peek at his messages? Let it go? Confront him? Cry? Another ‘ding’ fills up the car.

“How long is she going to be out? The longer the better. So...” you couldn’t read the rest of the message, it being cut off but you were already spiraling down the hole of despair. How could he? Your sweet and loyal Thoma ended up going behind your back with your best friend. You thought you were going to be sick, you actually had to roll the windows of the car down to get some fresh air, just as Thoma came out of the convenience store door with a plastic bag. 

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t even be in the same space as him. You were going to cancel today with your friend, you didn’t think you’d be able to function properly. When he sat on the driver’s seat and saw you looking out the window, he didn’t think much of it and revved the engine up. “Ready hu--”

“Take me to my sister’s place,” Thoma blinked and turned to you, confused. “But, what about your lunch date today, dear?”

“I don’t feel like going. My sister’s place is nearby, just drop me off there,” Your hands were already typing a reply to the friend that you were about to stand up on, but you couldn’t even think of what to do or say. 

“Dear is everything okay?” He asked while backing the car up, arm outstretched to your side while he’s looking at the rear. He was appalled by your sudden mood change. You didn’t answer but he hears you sniff and he immediately stops the car again. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He’s alarmed that you’re crying and he reaches to cup your chin and tilt it towards him but you move your face away from him. 

“Y/N?” he asked, the confusion in his voice is actually genuine and you can hear a bit of panic in it. “How long have you been seeing Aya?” you spit the words as if they’re poison and the car is quiet. You laugh bitterly. “I thought so, cat got your tongue, huh?” 

Thoma shook himself out of his confusion to say, “No, wait, I don’t know what you mean,” You scoff at him. You’re shocked at the amount of resentment you had, you trusted this man and yet this is what happens. “Yeah? Why is she sneaking into our house then?” You point at his phone, the screen is still lit up because of the messages and there were more coming in from your best friend. 

Thoma snatches the phone away from the stand and looks at it. Then, he deflates and slumps back on his seat. “Y/N, it’s not what you think,” You hate that line so much. You cross your arms and say, “Just drop me at my sister’s house,” 

“Y/N--”

“NOW!”

The drive was quiet. You didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to push you but didn’t want to drop you off to your sister’s without explaining as well. So, just before your sister’s block, he parks on the side and unbuckles his seat belt, then opens your side of the door. “Y/N, listen to me,” he’s rarely this assertive, but you still don’t listen. He’s blocking your escape path. 

“It’s your birthday today,” Thoma starts and you blink, completely forgetting about it. “Ayu is sneaking in our house while you’re gone because we were going to set up a surprise for you.” He says slowly, as if he’s talking to a child. Your eyes widen, and you relax in your seat. He gives you his phone and urges you, “Go on, Y/N, you know my passcode right? I don’t hide anything from you, you can read the rest,” 

You hesitate, but accept his offer and type it in. 

“How long is she going to be out? The longer the better. So we can set up the balloons,”

“I got the cake don’t forget the candles and lighter,”

Thoma picks up his other hand that had the white plastic bag from the convenience store, he picks up the two items from inside. Birthday candles. And a lighter. 

Your mouth opens, but you can’t say anything and you only bury your face in your hands out of shame. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry Thoma, I--” He manages to let out a laugh and kisses the top of your head. “I’m so stupid. I trust you, I really do, I just--” now you’re not sure if you’re crying out of relief or embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” You can’t say anything else and he only kisses you on the forehead again.

“It’s alright, you can make it up to me by going on that lunch date, okay? You deserve the rest. You haven’t cancelled yet have you? Let’s freshen up at your sister’s place and I’ll send you to the mall,” 

You nod your head, small smile on your face. This was gunna be one story to tell in the future.

“Oh and it would help if you act surprised when you come home,” Thoma adds with a full laugh that you join in on. 

Kaeya

"So how are you and Y/N?”

It’d only been a couple of months of the two of you dating. Kaeya was handsome, gallant and he knew exactly what to say to people. It wasn’t a secret that he was quite popular in school. 

Little old you was just another girl in just another class.

“Good, I think,” Kaeya responds, you smile around the corner, hidden from sight, knowing that he was taking a juice box break with his friends. “It’s a little annoying though,” your smile drops and your head tilts sideways in question. “I can’t keep her away and she doesn’t even realize how annoying it is,” 

Keep me away? You think. Am I too clingy? You hear them exchange words a bit more, but none of the other words process in your head. Their laughter spurs you out of your thoughts and you return to your classroom dumbfounded. 

When the bell rang for dismissal you immediately packed and walked home by yourself. Kaeya was confused when he arrived at your classroom door, and found that you weren’t there anymore. “...Hey, did Y/N go home?” he asked one of your passing classmates. “Yeah, she went out pretty fast,”

Now he was worried. Did something happen at home? He takes his phone out as he’s out the school building, tapping your name and calling, only for the call to not even connect. His brows furrow but nonetheless, he goes home for today and types in a message for you.

“Hey, you okay? Talk to me if you need something,” 

The next day, when he usually waits outside your door for you to come out, he realizes that you’re a little late and further realizes that you weren’t going to come out. He wasn’t about to knock on your door, your parents didn’t know about him yet. 

He tries to call you again but he’s met with the same result as yesterday. He sighs and looks up at the sky while he’s walking. He hasn’t seen you for nearly a full day now, and he doesn’t realize how long a full day is until now. He just wants to see your smiling face again and he starts to wonder if he’d done something wrong. 

By lunchtime, he’s sprinting towards your classroom as soon as the bell rings, wondering if you were there. Indeed, finally, he spots you in your classroom and his shoulders slump in relief only to tense up again when he sees a guy in your class talking to you, and you, smiling happily. 

“Y/N,” he calls out to you, waving his hand. You look away from your conversation to him and he notices how your smile turns into a tight line on your face. His own smile drops, but you walk out of the classroom anyway and address him. “Yes?” He blinks down at your tone of voice. “U-Uh... Wanna have lunch together?” 

“...But it’s annoying that I’m clingy right?” The two of you unconsciously move away from the door to out in the hallway, so that you’re not blocking the way of people coming in and out. He narrows his eyes in confusion. Where is this coming from? “I--No, what do you mean? I never said that,” 

“Yesterday, you said you can’t keep me away and it’s annoying,” you averted your gaze, feeling your eyes start to water. Kaeya reels back a little, replaying things in his mind, trying to remember if he said something like that. And, with a light bulb moment, his face breaks into a grin and slight laughter. You glare up at him, “What? It’s funny?”

Kaeya places a hand on your shoulder and explains while smiling. “Y/N, you didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, did you?”

---What really happened---

“It’s really annoying though. I can’t keep her away and she doesn’t even realize how annoying it is,” he sips on his juice box again.

One of his friends pipe up, “Dude that’s a little harsh,”

Kaeya blinks. Once, twice and thrice. Until it dawns on him. “Oh, no, I meant that I can’t keep her away from other people,” he grins and leans both his elbows on the windowsill. “She doesn’t realize that she’s super friendly, and other people like talking to her a lot. Whenever I go to her classroom she’s always talking to different people.”

His friends make a sound of understanding. “I wish I could just keep her to myself,” and continues sipping on his juice.

“That’s really cheesy, even for you, Kaeya,” one of his friends say and the lot of them starts laughing.

---That’s what really happened---

It was your turn to blink at him, confused. “S-So...”

Kaeya pats your head and smiles. “You can ask my friends if it makes you feel better,”

A small blush crosses your cheeks and you duck your head to hide it. It earns yet another chuckle from him. Your moment is interrupted by another guy who approaches the two of you. “Hey, Y/N, if you’re free, do you think you could help me out with this? I don’t really understand it,” 

Kaeya just looks at the guy and sighs, then turns to you again. “See what I mean?” to which you just goofily smile at. 

Kazuha 

“You saw what?”

Your hands freeze, holding the book you were reading open. The living room had gotten lively again, seeing as your little brother had come home from school. “I saw Kazuha with a girl,” 

You try to keep your face composed. It was a school day. You’d stayed home because you weren’t feeling too well. Your brother was saying it without a care in the world. He was just a grade schooler and telling you about the things he observed. He was looking through the fridge for something to drink. 

You didn’t ask more, but you were DYING to know more. Kazuha didn’t mention going anywhere today... You picked your phone up and wondered if you should ask him. Your phone had blown up this morning cause he didn’t see you at school and he was wondering if you were alright. 

But it seems that Kazuha himself was having a grand time too.

“So...T-The girl...Did they look close?”

Your little brother closes the fridge and looks at you while drinking from a milk carton. “Mm...They were holding each other...” You bit your lip as tingles run down your spine. They weren’t the good kind. It was the kind that you get when you watch horror movies and or a drama movie and a revelation had just happened. You were silent for a moment, but in your mind you were already thinking of how Kazuha looked with another girl. Holding each other? What did your brother mean? Like...hugging? Or...? But you couldn’t ask him about that, could you?!

You sighed out loud and slammed the book you were reading down on the table, just as your phone started ringing. “Kazuha,” you whispered under your breath and looked at your phone screen. Well...you believed in him, and you thought the best way to clear this up is to talk to him about it.

So, you grabbed your phone and retreated into your bedroom to talk to him. You picked up the call, “Kazu-kun?”

“Y/N,” he greeted. Even apart, his voice has this effect on you. Like he was really there and breathing into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You were sure that you were blushing. “How are you? Are you feeling better?” His voice is smooth and calm and you melt into your bed. “Yeah, a little,”

“Could I come over later? I just want to check on you,” You smile into your phone and close your eyes. Kazuha could never do that to you, you think to yourself. But still, you really wanted to ask. “Of course, I don’t think my parents would mind...Hey,” you start, your fingers nervously drawing circles on your pillow. “My brother said he saw you...with a girl,”

There’s silence on the other line, and you can hear him shifting a little. “A...girl?” He repeats the question and you bite your lip. He sounds unsure and now you were unsure too. “Yeah, he said that you were holding on to each other...or something,” Again some silence, until he makes a sound of understanding.

“Ah, he must mean Sango,” there’s a little lilt to his voice, like he was happy and you were a little jealous. “Sango’s my cousin, she came to surprise me for my birthday week.” Kazuha laughs nervously and adds a little hesitantly. “She...uhm...would like to meet you actually, is it okay if I bring her over today?” 

Your heart sighs in relief, as do you and you don’t realize that you’ve done that out loud. In the next moment though, you smile and nod, even though he can’t see you. “Of course! Bring her over!” 

Albedo (More fluff than angst)

Cleaning at home was one of the things you did to get your mind off of things. Some people would call it tedious, but to you, it was sort of relaxing. It was something easy to do, you didn’t need much of your brain, just motor memory. Folding. Laundry. Ironing. Sweeping. Basic chores.

But when you clean up in the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, and found a neatly wrapped present, red wrapping paper and blue ribbon tied on the top with a tag that said “To: Leila” you’re a little dumbfounded.

Who’s Leila? Is your first thought. Your second thought is, what’s inside? You hold the nicely wrapped box in your hand and turn it all over, trying to get some type of hint. A flash of doubt seeps into your mind but you shake it away. Albedo isn’t like that...Is he? He’s always so dedicated to his scientific research and sure he comes home late sometimes but he always makes it up to you on the weekends...

So who’s Leila? You ask yourself again. And why hasn’t he mentioned it to you? Why didn’t he ask YOU to wrap it? Menial tasks like these were usually passed on to you. You bite your thumb just thinking about it, but in the end just leave the present where you find it.

Later that night as you’re fixing dinner, you aren’t as bothered by the gift as when you first saw it. But it’s still there at the back of your mind and it resurfaces to the front when you hear the familiar keys rattle. Despite that, as he snakes his arms around your waist from behind you can’t help but smile and melt a little, pressing back against him as he leans over to kiss your cheek. “...Smells nice,” he simply mumbles and closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of both you and your home.

“Welcome back,” you say, while closing the lid on the pot and turning around to give him a proper kiss on the lips. He hums into the kiss as a response and pulls you away from the stove. “How’s your day?” he asks you first and you smile, because your day is nearly the same time and time again. “Fine, I did find a little secret though...” you start and peek up at his beautiful eyes. 

He nods to ask you to continue. “A present, nicely wrapped. and it’s addressed to someone called Leila,” He looks down at you and you stare at him. A moment passes by before he takes his arms back and go into his thinking pose. “...Leila...?” he asks, eyes averting from your gaze. You wonder if he’s pretending. You wonder if he’s trying to make an excuse up. “...I don’t--” and then his eyebrows twitch. “Ah,” he says and drops his arms to his side.

“We were invited to a birthday party, remember? By a co-worker,” he tucks in strands of your hair as he talks. “It’s her daughter’s first birthday...I don’t care much for such things but you insisted it’d be alright to go.” he chuckles a little. “Her daughter’s name is Leila,” 

You make a sound of understanding. Suddenly your hesitant thoughts wither away. “Hmmm? You could’ve asked me to wrap the present,” Albedo pulls away from you and towards the fridge, wanting a glass of water. “The wrapping wasn’t done by me, it was the shop, free service,” and so it made more sense.

And although you want to ask more questions, like where he got it, when and what’s inside, you realize it’s such a trivial thing. It was not worth that much time. A gift is a gift, and you turn back to continue making dinner while making idle conversation with him. 

Zhongli (Warning: Suggestive) (but this is also my personal favourite... aha...)

“Zhongli?” You arrive home a little early today, dropping your keys at the front shelf. You don’t hear him anywhere and you shuffle around your living room for a while, looking at the letters for today. 

He was on a work from home arrangement today, and he would usually be in his office. You were quite sure that he would’ve come out to greet you though, if he heard you. He must be busy at the moment. 

You’d wanted to wash your hands as soon as you came home, and went for the guest washroom. When you open the door, your eyes land on something on the counter, next to the sink. This bathroom was always kept clean for visitors. You liked to host people once in a while, or just invite friends and you took pride in having them comfortable in your house.

Your eyes narrow as you go closer and your hands pick up a pregnancy test that was lying there. 

It was positive.

You put it back down and shudder a little. You don’t remember getting a pregnancy test. You bite your lip and look at yourself in the mirror. You’re already jumping to conclusions, and you can���t help it. Who the hell would leave a pregnancy test in YOUR guest bathroom? Zhongli didn’t mention anything...

You sigh a breath out and close the bathroom door behind you, taking your phone out to text your best friend.

“There’s a positive pregnancy test in our guest bathroom,”

After a moment, there’s a reply.

“OMG Are you preggers?!”

“No, it’s not mine,”

The next reply takes a moment more. “Oh, maybe ask him?” and you know that your friend hadn’t known what to reply at that moment. Because a random positive pregnancy test in your guest bathroom was NOT a good sign. To top it off, you didn’t announce to Zhongli that you were coming home early today.

Your perk up when you hear noise from the other room. You open the bathroom door slightly, and hear the unmistakable low voice of your fiance, coupled with...the voice of another woman. You close the bathroom door again, not bothering to lock it, and sit on the closed toilet seat. You’re sitting there with nothing in your mind, unable to think.

A few minutes later the voices are louder, they’ve moved to the living room, right outside the bathroom you were in. You tense up, and your jaw tightens. You don’t want to see them. You don’t want to hear them. For a moment you wish that you didn’t come home early, and just pretend this didn’t happen, but the door to the bathroom door opens, leaving you eye to eye with a woman you recognize.

Luna was a beautiful woman. Long cascading brown hair, they’re wavy and stops right at her waist. Doll-like blue eyes and a slender body. She sees you sitting there and you feel stupid, but she just breaks into a grin. “Y/N!” she grabs you by the wrist and pulls you out of the bathroom before you could even say anything. You’re numb, so you don’t respond to anything around you.

Zhongli turns around wide-eyed to see you standing there meekly, not meeting his gaze. He still goes to you though and asks curiously. “When did you come in? I didn’t hear you,” he places a hand on your arm while Luna releases you, but you still don’t look up and he wonders if something happened at your workplace to make you come home so early. “Luna and Childe stopped by,” Zhongli says, in at attempt to cheer you up. You look up, and only then did you realize that Childe was there too, talking animatedly to Luna. You tilt your head sideways, “They came with a surprise. Ah, but it’s not mine to tell,” 

That’s right... Luna and Childe had been together for a while and then it hits you when Luna shows you the same positive pregnancy test you saw on the counter, and announces that she’s pregnant. Your eyes are wide. You can’t tell if you’re more relieved that it wasn’t what you thought or more happy for your friends. You feel horrible about it but you manage to crack a smile and went along with the festivities. The more time passed the more you were able to enjoy their happiness and by the time they left, that was the only time you sighed and let your shoulders slump, exhausted.

“Is something the matter?” Zhongli asked. He noticed how your smiles were a tad bit forced. How you seemed to enjoy everything but also seemed to be on edge. You turn to him and shook your head. “It’s...stupid. It’s my mistake,” but he holds on to your waist and urges you to tell him.

And you tell him. How you came home and saw what you saw in the guest bathroom, what you thought it was and how you felt. The only thing you can feel now is embarrassment and shame. You couldn’t even feel happy for your friend. Zhongli only smiles and combs his hand through your hair. “It’s the normal reaction,” he reassures you, again trying to make you feel better. You only respond with your own hug but his next sentence makes you flustered, all thoughts of earlier gone as he whispers into your ear.

“Would you like your own positive pregnancy test?”

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You failed me

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 2,524

warnings: cursing, yelling, arguing, death, angst, blood, explosion, the egg (it deserves its own warning)

synopis: you guys failed me(us)

(the lyrics go with each person, might not get everyone, and also xd’s part is kinda wonky)

song: rät by penelope scott

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God They make technology, high quality, complex physiological Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good They taught me everything, just like a daddy should

Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap left you. Your mentors, your friends. The ones who taught you everything you knew. They went to build their little “Kinoko Kingdom” while you stayed in the ruins, the dust. “They’ll regret that.” you swore. You built something better, something greater.

It was called “Las Nevadas”. A place where everyone was allowed. They would remember not to fuck with you. They would soon realize that they should watch their back for the rest of their short, stupid lives.

“Watch out, you guys, I'm watching your every move.”

And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and success God damn, I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels, and your tech I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you And the real tragеdy is half of it was true

Wilbur majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be with you to the end, your guys’ country, right? No. He left you behind. He went to find peace, find his heaven, while you stayed on earth, wallowing away until your flesh seeped off your rattling bones, rotting away by yourself, with no one to bare witness.

“Why didn’t you bring me with you Wilbur?” you asked his stupid grave on top of the once L’Manburg. “Why did you get the ecstasy, why do I get the remains?”

“I’m coming for you Wilbur, and when I do, we are going to wreck upon justice on everyone who wronged us, wronged you, they will feel our wrath.”

But we've been fuckin' mеan, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I trusted you, it tastes like Thomas Malthus Your proposal is immodest and insane And I hope someday Selmers rides her fuckin' train

"Y/n!" Technoblade yelled. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED ME, FOR WHAT, TO BLOW UP A STUPID COUNTRY, A COUNTRY THAT WAS DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE START." He started to battle you, missing every single swing, blinded by fury.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE.”

"LOOK AT ME GODDAMN IT."

You looked up at him in the eyes and boldly said, "No, Techno, don’t you see, you’re in the wrong here, you’re the one who betrayed me." You were blinded by friendship, you couldn’t see that Tommy had betrayed Techno, and that what the Butcher Army did to Techno was terrible.

"What do you mean Y/n, you know what they did, they wronged me, they used me, they tortured me, they gave me hell, so I gave it back to them, I destroyed the things they loved, the people they loved, you see Y/n, those who have treated me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold, and those who treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over, do you understand?"

"No I don't, Techno, you can't do this.” you begged. He pushed you out of the way, "Get out of my way Y/n." “No, I won’t, I won’t let you destroy everything we worked for.”

“Well, then I have to fight you.”

And thus the battle began, Swords clashing against each other, blood spilling from open wounds, friends digging each other into a whole both of them couldn’t get out of. Techno was letting you off easy, he knew his strength, he knew that he could’ve beaten you in one swipe, but he didn’t want to kill you.

So when you had the opportunity, you swept from under his feet, and knocked him down. You placed your blade onto his neck, pressing down until a little drop of blood appeared, “Stay down Technoblade, or I’ll do something worse than try to put you on trial.”

He watched as you walked away from him, trying to save L’Manberg from a worst fate than death itself.

“One day Y/n, you’ll see, I’m on your side.”

I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I feel so stupid, and so used I feel so used

"Why would you do that Dream? You didn't have to do that." you interrogated. Dream had stupidly blew up the community house. You both didn't plan that, he had gone behind your back. "I had to Y/n, you wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand, you went against my back, we were supposed to-" you cut off yourself, "Dream, don't you understand, you did something stupid, and what did you get, you got stupid jail." "The reason I did that is because I needed to isolate myself from humanity." he said, proudness lacing his words.

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "If anyone knows I can revive people, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to be by myself, yeah it sucks major ass, but at least no one else will know, well, besides you anyways." "I have a task for you Y/n/n, I need you to find a way to bring Tommy and Ghostbur in here."

"Why Dream?"

"I'm going to revive Wilbur."

I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are

"PHILZA MINECRAFT COME BACK HERE." you were chasing Phil, through the woody forest, covered by oak trees. He had information on Technoblade's whereabouts and you needed it. You chased him with your enchanted netherite armor, netherite sword and axe, and a few op potions. Your goal was to capture Philza and interrogate him on where Techno's place was. The thing was, you were his child. His own child trying to kill his own son.

He felt betrayed, his own child turned against him and their brother, their family. "The Butcher Army must've gotten to you somehow." he thought in his head. Surely, his darling Y/n didn't do it on their own will, right?

He was incorrect, you did it because you believed that Techno needed to be brought to justice, by punishment. You believed that your own sibling needed to die, because he was a "liability" to L'Manberg's growth and future. He needed to die because as long as he would live his long life with his little enderman Edward, retired, he would still cause trouble to everything you, Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo had built.

He pleaded, "Stop Y/n, you don't have to do this." You argued, "I do Philza, as long as he lives, my plans for L'Manberg will forever cease to exist."

He felt like shit, you called him Philza, not Dadza, or Dad, or anything besides his normal name. "Did I screw something up?" he asked himself quietly under his breath. "Yes you did Phil, you took the traitor's side." you had heard Phil mumble.

"HE'S NOT A TRAITOR." Phil yelled at you. "Yes he is, he deserves what he is about to get, I will say it again, where is his base?"

"I'm not saying, Y/n, why are you doing this, Techno is your own sibling." "He's not my sibling anymore, that stopped when he destroyed L'Manberg, you're lucky I forgived you." you declared.

"Y/n/n, please don't do this."

"I have to Dadza, I can't let him roam free."

When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone I thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land For us to colonize, for us to turn to sand

Bad had tried to convice you to join the Eggpire. You had no effect while being next to the egg, and he had to take you out. People who had no effect towards the egg had to be eliminated.

He was creepily following you, waiting until you stopped to get a chance to capture you. He had hope that you did have an effect, that you would join the Egg with him. He didn't want to kill you, you were his best friend, besides Skeppy of course.

"Come back here Y/n." he said. "No chance in hell Bad, get the fuck away from me." "HEY, LANGUAGE!" he exclaimed. "No language, get away from me, you're creeping me out."

He threw his trident, spinning in the air, trying to catch up to your frantic steps. You were trying to get to Church Prime, where no one could kill anyone, hopefully Bad would abide to that rule. You were just about to step on Church Prime when you bumped into a hard, armored chest.

You looked up shyly, and saw Punz, with his red eyes reflecting anger. "Where are you going Y/n?" he questioned. "Somewhere." you blankly stated. You were desperate, you didn't want to die, or anything else that Bad was going to do to you. You tried to dodge Punz, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Stay right here Y/n."

"No, get away from me, I don't know what's wrong with all of you, but go away, I don't want anything to do with your stupid Eggpire." He raged, and grabbed your wrist heavily, "DON'T TALK ABOUT THE EGG LIKE THAT, IT WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE SERVER, AND YOU ALL WILL BE ITS SERVANTS." "LET ME THE FUCK GO PUNZ." you screamed. You were wiggling in his grip, trying to escape his lunatic self.

While he was holding you, you saw two other shadows behind you. It was Antfrost and Bad. "What do you guys want from me, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You are against the Egg Y/n, people who are like you and Tommy have to die."

"Well, I'm not dying today." you murmured under your breath. "What was that you said?" Antfrost asked you.

You smirked, "I'm not dying today, I'll tell you one more time, let go of me."

Bad and Antfrost walked closer to you, Punz right behind you, all of them cornering you into a tight spot. "What you going to do about it Y/n, you're cornered."

"You'll know when they get here, but for now, you better run boys."

'Cause we're so fuckin' mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church And this bullshit West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie? And then I realized that you're just as naïve as I am Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry

"Tubbo, don't do this." Schlatt had unfortunately found out that you were a spy, that you were on Pogtopia's side. He had ordered Tubbo to kill you with fireworks, to light you on fire, give you blisters all over your body. "Please Tubbs, you're my friend." you pleaded.

"I can't Y/n/n, or something worse will happen." he whispered to you. "What do you mean?" you asked. "He can-" he trailed off, looking somewhere else besides your eyes. "Tubbo, you don't have to do what that stupid bastard tells you to do, you're your own person, with your own thoughts and actions."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I hope you can forgive me."

"TUBBO N-" you was cut off by firewords hitting your skin, making blisters and burn marks all over your body. You lost your second canon life, feeling betrayed by Tubbo. He killed you for what, a stupid father who never cared about him in his entire life, a father who exiled his friends that actually treated him like a person, and not like some random piece of trash.

You respawned in your bed, feeling bruises and bumps mostly on your forearms and your back.

"I'll help you Tubbo, I’ll get rid of him.”

You dumb bitch I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused

“Come on Y/n/n, come with me.” Punz begged of you. He wanted you to visit the Egg. You didn’t want to be controlled by a stupid omelette. "I'm not Punzo, why are you so obsessed with that stupid thing."

"DON'T SPEAK OF THE EGG LIKE THAT."

You put your hands in front of you, accidentally touching Punz's chest, "Ok calm down buddy." He didn't calm down and instead yelled at you on why you had to join the Eggpire.

"If you join, you will be forever happy."

"If you join you'll get whatever you want."

You were tired of the members of the Eggpire to convince you to join them, you didn't like eggs anyway. "Punz, for the last time, I'm not joining you, stop telling me."

“Then you have to die.”

So fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets, fuck your cars again You promised you'd be Tesla, but you're just another Edison 'Cause Tesla broke a patent, all you ever broke were hearts I can't believe you tore humanity apart

“XD!” You were pissed at him, he had destroyed your house, made your friends pissed at you, just everything you liked. All because he wanted you for himself.

He wanted you to be dependent on his every word, and he was being a manipulative psychopath. And you didn’t tolerate that, it was like he was his human counterpart, Dream.

He walked to you with confidence, waiting for to get a hug from you, well, he didn’t get that. You slapped him so hard his head swung to the left.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“That’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch. You fucking ruined everything.” “Calm down Y/n/n, what is wrong?” He acted concerned, but you knew that he was faking. He would do anything to get someone’s approval.

“DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG, IT’S YOU, YOUR STUPID PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. YOU KEEP ON WALKING AROUND LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN THE PLACE.”

“Calm down darling, just take some netheri-” you interrupted him by slapping the ore out of his hands. “I don’t need jack shit from you XD, you know what, take back the necklace, I don’t want it.” You pulled the shiny, green emerald necklace off your neck, and pulled XD’s palm out.

You placed the necklace filled with memories, and put it on his hand. You closed up his palm, and walked away, leaving XD to his own accord.

“We could’ve had evertything X.”

[sparklingchan]

Mischief Managed || Kim Doyoung(NCT)

Pairing : Reader(fem.) X Doyoung

Word count : 7k+

Warnings : A few cuss words here and there, gets suggestive towards the end, not proof read I’m sorry :(

Genre : Fluff, a hint of angst , romance, Hogwarts au, fake dating au.

Description: You are forced to befriend Kim Doyoung under unexpected circumstances but as two lonely souls meet, you find yourself enjoying his company a little too much.

A/N : I had the idea for this fic while I was travelling but I was too lazy to actually write it until recently. Harry Potter aus just never seem to bore me no matter how many times I write them ( it’s fate at this point XD)

Enjoy!

Doyoung is bad at taking criticism. Not even sulky bad but angry, tantrum throwing bad. He'd rather be slapped than criticized. Metaphorically, of course.

"What do you mean she won't go on a date with me?" Doyoung hisses ,his voice an octave lower than usual. The bedroom consisting of three noisy boys suddenly falls silent at his words. For the first time in forever.

Jaehyun shifts in his place , the soft mattress dipping under his weight. He looks at his friend full of concern. "Look , you're not the only person trying to ask her out. I heard that some Gryffindor boys were trying to shoot their shot this morning. And that's just the beginning."

Doyoung clenches his blanket into his fists, "Claire is mine. They can't have her."

Johnny scoffs from his bed , his eyes never leaving the book he had been reading from the past one week, "Are you sure the sorting hat did a good job by putting you into Ravenclaw? That pride of yours sure does sound like Slytherin to me."

"Oh shut up. That's not even the point right now. I need Claire to go on a date with me. It's not a matter of interest anymore, it's a matter of pride. I will not back down just because there's competition." Doyoung shoots back.

The boys' room erupts with Johnny and Jaehyun's laughter, their beds shaking with vibrations and their voices probably disturbing the people sitting outside in the Ravenclaw common room. But it's been a long time since either of them have cared for what other people say. Ever since the three boys met on the Hogwarts Express six years ago , they've been inseparable, finding a home , a family in each other. And as time passes by, they're only formulating a stronger bond , unbeknown to the rest of the world.

By the time Jaehyun and Johnny come down from their laughter high, Doyoung is already throwing a fit , muttering under his breath , and clutching his blanket like his life depended on it. Typical angry Kim Doyoung.

"Everything else is fine, Dodo, but does Claire even know you?" Jaehyun asks, fanning his red face.

"Of course not , Jae. But in the sea of all the other boys ,she'd obviously notice our Doyoung first!"

Doyoung sucks in a deep,frustrated breath, reaching under his pillow to find his wand - Alder Wood, Dragon heartstrings core (11 inch) - his one true best friend.

"Aguamenti." Doyoung murmurs, ponting his wand at them. With a big splashing sound , a stream of water squirts out from the end of the wand , wetting everything that comes in contact with it - including Jaehyun and Johnny and everything else they possess.

That night , as the two boys try to dry themselves and the rest of their belongings, Doyoung stares up at the wooden ceiling, carved beautifully into swirls and waves and flowers ,he wonders why his friends think he wouldn't be able get Claire to go out with him, why did they make it seem so hard when it really wasn't.

His ego feels hurt, injured even. Maybe Johnny is right - maybe Doyoung is more Slytherin than Ravenclaw, but it didn't matter anymore. Because the Slytherin princess Claire would be his by the time Halloween arrives, no matter what and his ego and pride would be restored.

Or at least that is what he had initially planned.

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Everyone has that one subject they truly hate with every fiber of their being. They might not be particularly good or bad at it , but they often wonder the significance of this immeasurably disliked subject in their lives. For Doyoung, it is the potions class.

Brewing potions, remembering the recipes, knowing the job of each ingredient seemed too heavy a job for a divination loving man like Doyoung. Potions is way too practical, way too boring.

"Psst, Jae." The class must have been going on for about barely ten minutes when Doyoung decides he's had enough and that he would rather get in trouble for disturbing his friends.

"Jae, I'm bored. Johnny is in quidditch practice too." Doyoung pokes Jaehyun's back with the end of his wand. The latter squirms in his seat, subtle enough to not disturb anyone in the class, who unlike a certain Kim Doyoung were attentively listening to the professor.

"What?" Jaehyun turns back only enough to meet Doyoung's bored gaze.

"I think I'm going to ask Claire out today. During dinner. What do you think?" Doyoung whispers.

Jaehyun shakes his head , putting his quill down on the table, "Are you sure? You guys haven't even talked properly yet."

Doyoung stays silent for a few seconds because yes, Jaehyun is right. He doesn't even know what she likes , where is she from, who her friends are but he is willing to take the risk. For someone as beautiful as Claire, Doyoung would risk the whole world.

"I mean I can try, right?"

There's a sudden scoff escaping from your lips - whose name Doyoung never bothered to ask - sitting next to Jaehyun, the green of your robe hinting at your belongingness to Slytherin. "You're stupid, Kim Doyoung. Claire is not going to go out with you. Especially not when you're being such a creep." You say, your eyes fixed on the professor and your quill writing notes in quick movements.

Creep? Did you just call Doyoung a creep?

"Y/n, it's none of your business." Jaehyun rolls his eyes , "Stay out of it."

"Why? Is Mr.Snowflake here too egoistic to face the truth?" You turn around to look at Doyoung, a smirk finding it's way to your lips.

Doyoung clenches his fists, nibbling at his bottom lip as anger fills him up like water filling up in an empty jar; quick and to the brim.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion, " he says, then bitterly adds, "Miss Y/n ,who no one happens to care much about."

The sound of scratching of quills and quiet mutter of spells fills the air for a few seconds before you say something.

"I'm not giving you my opinion, it's just an advice. From first hand experiences. Many men have tried to win Claire over yet only a few of them have ever succeeded. " you say, "And boys like you often tend to seek her only because she's good looking so she actively makes sure to avoid your kind. ,"

Jaehyun looks at you ,stunned, "How do you know all that? Are you guys friends?"

Doyoung is not sure what to say anymore - he's as confused as Jaehyun is, maybe a tad bit more. For someone he'd properly talked to for the first time today, you sure do have a lot to say about his personal choices and ambitions. Big words do not faze him anymore.

"No , we're not friends." You giggle, "I'm her cousin. You almost couldn't tell, right?"

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"It's finally Hogsmade weekend again. I thought I was going to suffocate in that stupid common room of ours." Johnny sighs , waddling towards his bed and slumping down like a little boy.

"Yes, I also need a cup of butter beer the first thing we arrive there." Jaehyun says, "What about you, Dodo?"

Dodo ,on the other hand is far too gone in the sea of his thoughts to pay heed to what his friends have to say. His eyes are on the patterns of the ceiling but his mind is with Claire and mostly with you, who he unintentionally might have offended today during potions class. Doyoung didn't have any particular interest in you per se but as Claire's cousin, it is important for Doyoung to be accepted by you first. You might be a know-it-all ,annoying and ghostly but he needs to befriend you again, start everything from scratch. And who knows ,if he got lucky enough, you'd put in a word or two on his behalf to Claire.

"What's he thinking about?" Johnny whispers to Jaehyun, "Did something happen?"

Jaehyun shrugs, "Usually, I'd say he's thinking about Claire but today,I'm not so sure."

The next morning is as noisy as all of their Hogsmade mornings have been. Doyoung only remembers hearing Jaehyun's yells and Johnny's giggles and the Hufflepuff girls singing a beautiful Winter song on the journey to Hogsmade village.

No matter how hectic it is, he has always liked these weekends the best.

"Have they changed their services to self service or what?" Johnny asks ,tapping the marble surface of the table in the Three Broomsticks, "Where's Madam Rosmerta?"

Doyoung shrugs ,his eyes scanning the unusually quiet room. He realises that the only company they have is the empty chairs and tables and the flying bottles of water emptying themselves into small glasses. "Should we just grab our drinks and put the money on the counter?" Jaehyun offers.

Before either of them could answer, the main door of the room slams open, urgent with force and the three boys see you rush inside, panting and huffing and murmuring. Your hair is messy and your clothes are disheveled, yet Doyoung thinks you look...different. Different from what you look like at school at least. Better ,even.

"I'm sorry I'm late. We weren't expecting guests so early. I hope I-" you stop mid sentence when you realize Doyoung and the other two boys were the only ones in the pub, "Oh. It's just you three."

"Yes,y/n, it's just us. Can you get us three butterbeers please?" Jaehyun says.

You sigh with disappointment. A 'hi, y/n, how are you?' would have been nice but then again when has anyone ever bothered to greet you with so much sweetness? Jaehyun and you are study partners , to say in a way. You never bothered to befriend him and he never bothered to do the same so that's just how its been since first year - studying together in the library and pretending the other person doesn't exist under normal circumstances. You liked it that way but sometimes, just sometimes you did wish Jaehyun tried to treat you in a more friendly way.

"What's she doing here?" Doyoung ,who is genuinely taken aback by your presence, asks.

"She works part time here. Madam Rosmerta is a family friend of hers." Jaehyun answers.

If Madam Rosmerta is a family friend of yours then she must be a family friend of Claire too, Doyoung connects in his head, and Claire's name somehow ignites a fire of enthusiasm within him.

He drags his chair across the floor and gets up , walking toward the counter where you're working. A little nervous Doyoung is , but he still manages to start a conversation with you, "Hey, y/n ,right?"

You swiftly twirl your wand around in the air , and ten cups of butterbeer and gillyweed water present themselves on a tray. You turn away from him to clean up the other plates , "What do you need?"

"I um..wanted to apologize for the insensitive comment I made yesterday. We started off on the wrong foot, I'm really sorry." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. Autumn is starting to set in slowly, but Doyoung feels the sweat sticking to his skin as if it were a hot summer morning.

You pause for a second. What was he apologizing for? You honestly couldn't recall and whatever it might have been, you are sure that it wasn't worse than what your other classmate have said before ; which is why you don't remember Doyoung's supposed insensitive comment.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it, " You say, "I've had worse, actually."

Doyoung's heart drops - there is no phrase more pain inducing than the one you'd just spewed out so carelessly. And for some god forbidden reason, Claire suddenly slips out of his conscience mind.

"No, no. I want to start anew. Be your friend." Doyoung insists, leaning against the cold wooden counter.

You sigh, "Are you sure that's what your intention is? Because I don't think so. "

Doyoung scowls, "Of course that's my intention. What else would it be, y/n?"

You swing your wand and three glasses of butterbeer arrive directly in front of him. His eyes widen for a split second but he bounces back quickly.

"Just say that you need help with Claire." You sigh.

Oh,right ,Claire. Shit how could I forget? Doyoung feels silly.

"I mean...in a way yes. But that's for the later part. Let's first be friends, yeah?"

You shake your head , "If I help you out with Claire ,will you stop trying to be my friend?"

You absolutely despise yourself at times like these - when you are trying so hard to push people away when they're only trying to befriend you (for whatever reason it might be). You're so lonely yet so afraid of attachments that you always tend to do this. The same repeated routine. You hate it. You sometimes wonder what it would feel like to be in Claire's place, to be loved by everyone, to have people lining up just to take you out on one date . But it would never happen, because Claire is Claire : the Slytherin Princess and you are just you..someone who has barely ever talked to more than one person at school.

Doyoung gulps and then nods, "Okay. I will." Because befriending a Slytherin outcast will never be more important than scoring a date with the Slytherin Princess.

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The Hogwarts Library is most empty during noon, something which you've concluded with years of experience and getting shoved out of your seat by your classmates who are way above you on the social ladder.

"So, " Doyoung finds a comfortable seat opposite to you , his hands fiddling with the pages of his diary, " how have you been?"

You give him a tired smile, "Can we get straight to point? I hate casual conversation. "

Doyoung snickers, "Wow, aren't you approachable today."

You lean back into your chair , eyes scanning Doyoung's face for any signs of regret . You'd never been the warm, bright sunshine kind of a person and you have accepted it without much protest. But of course, people take a lot of time to grow used to your sharpness and more often than not, people walk away even before you soften around them. It's a survival mechanism, you always convince yourself.

"What do you want help with? Do you want to know about her interests or past relationships or something else ?"

Doyoung pouts, his mind filling up with all sorts of ideas to impress Claire. It's like he's hit a jackpot by meeting you.

"I want to know what I have to do to gain Claire's interest. Be her friend and then eventually, a boyfriend, if I'm lucky enough." He suggests.

"First of all ,you need to stop gawking at her from afar. You need to start conversations with her ,no matter how short. She likes it when people approach her first." Talk about having a big ass ego.

"Okay, noted." One quick wave of his hand and his quill is immediately noting down sentences in his diary, " You seem to know her quite well. You guys are close, I am assuming."

You and Claire used to be close. Used to. In the past tense. As children you were inseparable, but as you slowly grew up, she realised how boring and uncool you were and that you belong to the shadows while she belongs in the spotlight. She's not tried to talk to you first for a long time now. But you weren't about to explain all of this to Doyoung, who is visibly smitten by your estranged cousin so you just shake your head , "No, not anymore."

Your ears perk up at the unexpected sound of approaching footsteps towards you and before you could ask Doyoung to relocate to a more secluded area, you hear her loud and clear voice.

Claire.

"Oh, hey, Doyoung!" She greets the man in front of you, walking upto his side. Her shiny shoes creating a tip-tap noise against the floor, and the green of your robe almost feels dull as compared to her bright one.

When her eyes fall on you,  her mouths twists as if she had one of those stupid vomit flavored chocolates. "What are you doing here, y/n?" She sneers at you.

If you could ever get a hold of the invisibility cloak, the first thing you'd do is slap this bitch right across her face. She has always had this sense of superiority , even when she's never done anything quite as heroic or deserving of that fame. And it infuriates you even further when you see Doyoung freeze in his seat, eyes glued to Claire's face.

"We were studying. I was about to leave now anyway." You mumble , gathering your books and tucking them under your arm.

When Doyoung hears your chair drag across the floor , he snaps out of his trance.

Why were you leaving? You promised you'd help, why couldn't you put away your past tensions and deal with it?

"Hey, where are you going?" He grabs your arm out of the blue, sending a wave of shock jolting through your body.

You immediately pull your hand back, "I'm hungry. I want to eat something."

Claire glares at the two of you and how suspicious your behavior is , you'd always been weird but she never took Doyoung for the weird kind at all.

You quickly jog away from the scene , cheeks tinted red.

Doyoung suddenly comes with a horrendous idea and he knows you'd hate it but in the heat of the moment, this feels like the only sane idea to make you stay and help him . He looks at Claire directly in the eye ,making sure to keep his voice as loud as possible so you could hear it too,

"Y/n and I are dating."

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The red, orange leaves rustle under your feet , disrupting the otherwise silent walk back to the Slytherin dormitories. A cold wind blows and you tighten the muffler around your neck.

"Y/n, I've been looking everywhere for you. "

And there is that leech again, making sure you don't come to have a single second of peace in your already hectic daily lives. For the past one week, Kim Doyoung has latched himself onto you like a leech latches to it's host. Wherever you go, he goes. It's maddening.

"I told you to stay away from me, Doyoung! Our deal is over. " you yell at him , your feet picking up a faster pace.

Without even looking back, you know that he is groaning under his breath, the look of hopelessness evident in his otherwise sparkling eyes.

"Our deal was that you help me. You're not helping me out at all! You're treating me like I'm invisible." he replies.

Just how I'd been invisible for years to you, you think.

"I didn't agree to be a bait in this stupid love game of yours. You literally pushed me down the cliff to save yourself. " you say. You feel a sudden gush of wind on your face and Doyoung is standing right in front of you - inches away, instead of a few feet behind you.

You gasp, "You apparated! Kim Doyoung, this is against the school rules."

Doyoung bites down on his lower lip, throat growing dry with anxiousness. He couldn't explain why - he'd apparated before within the school grounds and it's been okay then why is he feeling dizzy all of a sudden? But on second thoughts, maybe it wasn't the apparition that caused the dizziness, maybe it was the spooky possibility of you hating him for lying about you two dating that triggered it. And like salt dissolves in water and disappears into the liquid, Claire- who is the original cause of all of Doyoung 's concern, disappears from his thoughts. All that matters to him now is that you speak with him again and forgive him for his impulsive words . He wants to assure you that you aren't a bait , at all.

"Just hear me out, please. I promise. " he says, "if you don't talk to me, I'll try to be your friend. I assume you don't want that."

You sigh , pressing a hand to your face, "Okay, spill. And be quick. I have club work."

Doyoung nods, a small smile forming on his lips. He leads you under a bushy tree nearby, sitting down on the stone bench constructed there. You follow suit. "I'm sorry for telling Claire that we're dating but I was in a critical situation at that time, okay?"

You frown, "That's all you had to say? You aren't here to persuade me into fake dating you so you could make Claire jealous?"

Gosh , Doyoung , why do you keep forgetting your main motive of talking to y/n?

He blinks at you awkwardly, "Primarily, yes. But now that you've said it...it does sound like a good idea. "

You deadpan. Your eyes close as your lips heave out a tired sigh. Just when you thought he was here to actually talk to you and not about Claire.

"Fine ,whatever. Just don't be a creep or I'll bury you alive." You huff.

Doyoung giggles as his eyes curve into cute little cresent moons.He has a pretty smile , you catch yourself thinking.

He scoots over closer to you ,pinching your cheek. "Okay ,madam. I won't creep you out but I cannot guarantee that I won't flirt with you . I have a thing for Slytherin girls, you know.", He winks.

Your cheeks heat up involuntarily.

"Bye. I have work." You get up, walking away hastily.

"Bye! See you tomorrow at The Three Broomsticks," he calls out behind you,"Babe."

You'd never smiled so wide in your life.

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Your part time job at The Three Broomsticks has never felt so much like a blessing than right now - when Kim Doyoung casually sits on the floor with you and helps clean the utensils.

"Are guests rare on weekends?" Hs asks as a white cloth floats around in the air, drying up the freshly washed utensils.

"They're less in the morning but it gets very crowded by sun down. Aunt Rosmerta joins me by that time." You reply.

Doyoung nods ,his eyes glaring at the white cloth when it falls at his feet. "Wingardium Leviosa. " he mutters and the cloth goes back to doing its work, while Doyoung carefully guides it using his wand.

"When do you have to go back?" You ask, purely out of curiosity as to why he is so into the role of your boyfriend when no one is even watching. You would rather die than admit it , but you liked this attention. A lot more than you thought you would.

"Whenever you're done. A good boyfriend accompanies his girlfriend ,right?"

Oh, the beating of your heart that suddenly picks up its speed at his words. A combination of words you'd never thought you'd hear in this lifetime, from anyone at all.

"Yeah,whatever. " you whisper under your breath.

Doyoung giggles ,leaning forward toward you , "Why are so shy ,y/n?"

"I'm not shy." You smack his forehead, "You're just being a creep."

Doyoung fake gasps, clutching the left side of his chest and blinks his eyes as if he were tearing up. "Ouch ,y/n,how could you say that to your own boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes but the smile on your lips doesn't disappear.

Before either of you could reply , the door of the pub clicks open and you immediately get up , dusting off your clothes , ready to welcome guests. Doyoung, who is very new to this , tries to mimic your careful, calculated actions.

"Hello, welcome to the Three Broomsticks-" your words are cut off when you see Claire , as glamorous and confident as ever, walking toward the both of you. Your heart sinks. You feel betrayed , annoyed even ; just the way little children feel when their favorite toy is taken away from them and given to someone else and Claire has, in fact, had a history of taking away a lot of your favorite toys when you were kids.

"Good morning, Doyoung," she greets him with the prettiest smile but it fades away as she turns to you, "You too ,y/n."

"What do you want?" You ask her, rather terse in tone.

She tilts her head , her bright red tinted lips sending a flirty smile in Doyoung's direction, "I'm here to see my friend Doyoung and well ,his new girlfriend. "

You scoff - since when has Doyoung become her friend? Last you checked, Doyoung wasn't even sure she knew him.

"Since when have you and Doyoung been friends, Claire? That's some news to me." You say.

Claire glares at you, "Well, I've always liked Doyoung. Too bad a dumb girl like you got to him first. I shouldn't have waited for him to approach me first , right?"

Doyoung - who until a minute ago was genuinely mesmerized by Claire's unexpected visit is now turning to frown at her. "You can take him if you want. I don't mind." You suggest ,turning away from them.

"Yayy, Doyoung ,you heard your girlfriend? Come on , let's go to the candy shop and enjoy there! It'd be so much fun!" Claire pulls at his blue-black muffler. He backs away a little. The image of Claire he had in his head was ..well, different from this arrogant , possessive woman in front of him. He feels disappointed but also relieved?

"Um - actually I'd rather stay here and help y/n, " you snap toward him faster than light , "I dislike candies anyway. Sorry, Claire."

When Claire's mouth gapes with surprise, Doyoung leans backward and pulls you into him , arm wrapped around your shoulder and chin resting on your head. Your heart hammers hard against your chest as all your senses blur away , only the feeling of Doyoung's warm body pressed against yours is what keeps you grounded to reality.

Its fake, y/n , get yourself together.

"Fine. " Claire growls and stomps away, mumbling curses under her breath.

The moment she walks out of the door ,you shove Doyoung away , "What the hell are you doing! She invited you to hang out with her and you let the chance go!"

He blinks at you , puzzled as if he is finally coming back to his senses. "Oh - oh ,its okay. I'll get another chance since she apparently likes me too. Don't worry about it."

I'm not worrying about it , you idiot , I'm happy about it , you want to say to him. But there are some words you'd rather never say out loud.

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"Where are we going?" Doyoung huffs , jogging down the lush green hill leading straight to the Forbidden Forest. Fear is evident on his face , and it's rather amusing to see him like this.

"The Forbidden Forest, obviously," you say , pointing at the tall, strong tress that patiently await your arrival into the forest.

"What? Y/n, that's against the school rules. It's way past sun down now!" He hisses but still keeps jogging beside you.

You grin at him, "Says the man who apparates in broad daylight!"

The woods are as cold and spooky as ever , but not unfamiliar. To you atleast. You often come here when you need to get away from everyone else. You would sit at the top of the tallest tree, the soft breeze blowing away all your worries along with it. And the creatures in the forest have never bothered you anyway. You don't know why you are bringing Kim Doyoung - your pretend boyfriend- to a place that holds so much importance to you and is like your escape from the world, but this place was the first and only one to come into your mind the moment Doyoung said you should choose the location for your next 'date'.

"So how do we get up there?" Doyoung and you stand at the roots of the tree. He looks up at the branches in awe and you look at him with admiration - when he's not running his mouth around uselessly everywhere ,he's not that bad to be with , you realize.

"We apparate , you idiot." Wrapping a firm hand around his arm, you apprate to the topmost branch of the tree, the wind suddenly knocked out of your lungs at the sudden shift. You laugh a little.

"Wow, you're breaking rules." He comments. He doesn't bother to remove your hand from his and neither do you - so you end up sitting there , shoulders touching and breaths matching.

"You know when I first met you , I almost took you for a Ravenclaw. If it hadn't been for your robe, that is." He says , looking at the beautifully lit school building that seems to be floating around near the horizon. This is more magical than any magic he's ever been taught , he thinks , he'd never seen Hogwarts this way - so far away yet so close, so peaceful, so breathtaking. The starry sky acts like a beautiful backdrop and your soft hand wrapped around his arm makes him ten times more attentive to every sound and every sight. He wants you to never let go - even if Claire or anyone else somehow appears out of nowhere.

"I get that a lot, actually. " you chuckle , "and ironically ,I almost mistook you for a Slytherin."

Doyoung looks at you in amusement. What a peculiar coincidence!

"But now that I think about it, it doesn't matter what kind of traits you show. The sorting hat doesn't put just traits into consideration- it puts in your will too. You belong where you want to belong. Nowhere else." He replies.

You stare at him, and get embarrassed at how wonderfully close he is to you right now. All your life ,this is what you've craved; this warmth , this closeness and fake or not, you're thankful for it.

"Wow, that's some deep words, Kim Doyoung. I didn't know you had them in you." You comment.

"Hey, why can't you call me something cute?" He whines , "Kim Doyoung is too formal."

You pinch his cheeks, adoration pumping through your veins for the man in front of you. "Okay, I'll call you Dodo then. "

He is left wide eyed again, his face red with embarrassment. He never took you for the observant type at all.

"I heard Jaehyun call you that."

The moon shines at your face , highlighting your features like no make up ever could. He notices your hooded gaze and the happy stretch of your lips and the strands of hair that sway with the wind. He leans in closer , "Hey, now that I look at you up close , you're not that bad to look at."

You're not that bad to look at either, Dodo.

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Jaehyun has this annoying habit of tapping his wand against the table when he is studying , and he has never even tried to rectify himself whenever you call him out several times.

"Can you stop that? I'm trying to study. " you groan in a quiet voice.

The library- much to your dislike - is packed with people this afternoon. Yellows and reds and blues and green , all of them seem to have decided to use the library in the afternoon today of all days.

"Yeah. Sorry. " he says and puts his wand down, flipping the pages of his notebook carelessly ,"but um -y/n, can I ask you something?"

Looking up from your Potions book , you nod , "Yes, of course. "

Jaehyun shifts and gulps ,visibly worried and anxious about whatever he is about to ask you. It's not like him to ever be so nervous around anyone. He was usually very uptight and spoke only when spoken to. This is very new.

"How long are you and Doyoung going to continue this fake dating thing on for? It's been half a month already." He asks.

Now it's your turn to be nervous.

"I-I don't really know. It depends on how fast Doyoung is able to get Claire to go out with him. I guess." You reply with an awkward laugh, "I hope the day comes soon."

You'd been so immersed in fake dating Doyoung all along, trying to spend every waking hour with him , taking care of him, laughing at his stupid jokes that you almost forgot everything was just a show to get Claire to go out with him. And as Halloween comes closer , you are sure the end of your supposed relationship is coming closer too. Your heart breaks at the sudden reality check. Like a glass vase thrown on a hard ,wooden floor.

"Okay, don't tell Doyoung I asked you about it - " he pauses when you both hear a woman's voice from behind you , startling the two of you.

"Hello, dear cousin. " Claire says with a big smile. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest, robe loosely tied around her body,"What are you doing in this stupid library on your birthday, y/n? Shouldn't you be celebrating with Doyoung ?"

Her words have never slapped you as hard as they do right now. She's been mean to you for almost half your life , but this time it hurts worse. You've always been insecure about your birthday, and Claire knows it. She knows how much you hate bringing attention to yourself and you'd rather get some small gifts from your parents than big gifts from people who you barely know. And she's now using all that against you.

"Or did he not bother to ask you, just like all of your former friends?" She smirks.

You know that feeling when there's a small wound on your body and a single contact to the wounded area hurts unbearably? That's what her words made you feel like. Sick and pathetic.

But you don't let it surface on your face. You muster up all your courage before speaking up, "Claire, are you so jealous of me dating Doyoung that you're bringing up past incidents to make yourself feel good?"

Claire is left astonished by your new found boldness and for the first time in forever, she doesn't comment back at you after you turn on your heels and walk away from the scene.

You are far too weak and slow to actually walk down to the Forbidden Forest, so you settle yourself on the top floor of the astronomy tower. The cold ground under you feels weirdly comfortable and the ticking of the grand clock helps you calm down your nerves.

Claire has never treated you like an equal in your entire life and you've tried so hard to ns like her always . To fit in to her ideas of an interesting person. She was your sister, she is your sister yet you've never despised anyone as much as you do now. And to imagine that Kim Doyoung, your Dodo might end up dating her just makes you feel sick to the stomach. Jealousy is an intense feeling but so is hatred.

You hear quick footsteps walking up the stairs and by impulse, you point your wand in that direction,"Expelli-"

"Hey, hey. Don't 'expelliarmus' me. I'm just here to celebrate my best girl's birthday. "

Kim Doyoung stands in front of you , hands occupied with bags of delicious candies and sweets. He smiles at you sheepishly as you call him over to sit beside you.

"Why didn't you tell me its your birthday today? This is all I could manage in a span of fifteen minutes." He complains ,placing the bag softly in your lap, "Happy birthday, y/n."

You smile , a little embarrassed but thankful still , "Thanks. Jaehyun told you?"

Doyoung nods ,scooting over closer to you. In presence of so much space on the floor, he somehow manages to almost cuddle with you in a small corner of the place. Your heart is no longer sitting in the cage of your chest ; it's escaped and landed onto Doyoung's palms ,giving him full freedom to do whatever he wanted with it.

"Doyoung ,I..um.."

"Yeah?"

Words , oh ! words have never been your forte. The only thing you were good at was actions - to express, to show , to communicate . That's all you've ever known.

So you lean in towards his face and place a chaste kiss on his lips. It lasts for a fraction of a second but your lips are left burning with the desire for more. More of him, more of this.

But when you see his face once you pull away, your blood runs dry. For a moment, you think so you see a flicker of happiness which quickly gets replaced by coldness, frustration, some degree of anger.

"Y/n, you know I like Claire!" He says , separating himself from you. Your body feels bare, "This was all for her. How could you ever think doing this would be a good idea?"

No,it wasn't for Claire. It was barely an excuse to bother you more, to see you roll your eyes at him , to spend time with you, but as Johnny says , his ego is too big to accept his liking towards you and not Claire.

He gets up.

"I-I will be leaving now."

He hasn't completely put a full stop to your fake relationship, he hasn't even said anything much yet but you know that he's left not just the astronomy tower, he's left you. All alone. As they always do.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Only the heavens know how you've barely managed to make it through a whole week avoiding Doyoung. The tear stains on your pillow , the muffled sobs in the washroom, the torn pages of your notebook are the only witnesses of your turmoil. For everyone else, you were still y/n, the girl who barely talks to anyone . And maybe, that's everything you'll ever be no matter how hard you try.

It is Hogsmade Weekend and Halloween which means you'll be packed with guests at the Three Broomsticks. It's a good thing ,you hope, it'll help keep you distracted from any painful thoughts and memories.

The cups and glasses and bottles dance around you as you put the chairs in place, your wand doing most of the work while you quietly murmur spells. It feels rather abnormal not having Doyoung around to help you. It feels too quiet ,even though the quietness is familiar to you.

A faint click sound echoes in the room and you immediately snap to look at the main door.

"Y/n?" Doyoung's head gently pokes in through the small gap in the door, “Happy Halloween.”

Your heart stops beating for a solid second, brain going fuzzy with a mixture of fear, excitement and relief. You want to run towards him and jump into his arms like how people do in those muggle movies but you restrain yourself; since it's not your place to do that. Not after you'd kissed him out of nowhere a week ago.

"Y-yea?" You stutter nervously, dragging a chair away from the table just to make it look like you are busy with work.

"Can we talk?"

Doyoung has always been very persuasive and he knows exactly what to say at a given instance. He's a Ravenclaw, after all. So he finds his way towards the table ,shyly so , and he pulls a chair for you to sit on ,"I won't take long, I swear."

You nod and sit. Better to be done with it than avoid it. "What is it? Shouldn't you be at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop? Enjoying with Claire and the other cool people?" You ask.

Doyoung gulps ,"Yes, I was there a minute ago. But it's too noisy there. I don't like it." And it's too dull without you.

"Okay. What did you want to talk about ?"

He plays with the buttons of his warm looking purple coat, his eyes shifting from the tablecloth to the glasses of gillyweed water to his fingers - anywhere but you.

"I'm sorry about running away that night. It was wrong of me," he begins, "And I regret it. I really do." "When I went back to the dorms, all I could think about was you and how much I loved hanging out with you and how pretty you look even when you're not trying and how desperately I wished you'd kissed me a second longer that night so I could have kissed you back. Because I really wanted to. "

When you start to reply , he shushes you, "No, it's not Claire that I want. Maybe it never had been because I don't even know her! But I know you and I think you're the coolest person in Hogwarts. I cannot love Claire, who I know nothing of but I can love you. I want to love you. If you'd let me."

You stare at him , your tongue suddenly losing all it's sense of functioning. Your eyes bore into his ,and you see it - the sincerity, the adoration, the desire. And you realise it has always been there. Just the two of you were too stupid to see it earlier.

"Okay. I guess." You reply , rubbing the back of your neck shyly. Your cheeks are tinted red but you put no effort in hiding it anymore, " I'm sorry, I don't know how dating works. What am I supposed to do?"

Doyoung giggles , tenderly taking your face in his hands, "Just do whatever you want to. It's just me."

"I really want to kiss you. " you whisper and he immediately tilts his head such that his lips easily captures yours. The kiss is warm and cozy yet fierce. His hands are locked on either side of your face while your lips perfectly mold around his, as if they were meant to be that way since the inception of time.

You don't believe in miracles , given your magical allegiance but you do believe in fate and soulmates. You believe that there's someone for everyone out there - no one knows how or when they'll cross paths with you, but they will surely do it one day. Because no force can stop one from getting the love you deserve. It's just like a string - there's one person at each end and you're so thankful that it is Doyoung that happened to be at the other end of your string.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

[ichika27]

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun s2 ep19

Nice! It’s a Clara-centric episode with some bonus Azz trying to impress Iruma! I mean I don’t have anything against Ameri and I’m happy she got lots of moments with our protagonist but I just want Azz and Clara to get their chance, too you know?

This episode is fun and cute! Plus there are songs in it, too since it’s about Clara’s family.

Clara’s house! Iruma and Azz are staying over for a while after what happened in the last episode. The Valac residence is located at Gaya-Gaya Forest where lots of strange creatures and plants live! According to Clara, her family knows the place really well.

And I just realized that this is the first time the boys got to visit Clara. It’s just they’ve shown us Clara’s family and this house a lot that it slipped my mind that to Iruma and Azz, this is the first time they’d be seeing it.

The typical welcome in the Valac home! They did chants, too weirding out the boys especially Azz. Urara isn’t home again this time so he’s represented by a drawing. I wonder which school he’s in since it seems theirs isn’t on vacation like Babyls.

Clara’s mom tells the boys to relax and feel at home. She says she’s happy because Clara brought friends home for the first time (and sorta mentions this is a first overall for their family or something). In a way that’s kinda sad that it either meant not many people wanted or thought to visit or Clara just didn’t have anyone to invite before Iruma and Azz.

On the other hand, this is almost the same reaction my own family has whenever I brought home some classmates to do school projects. I don’t have irl friends lol so they’re like “Big sis has friends?!” because my classmates would introduce themselves as friends instead of just classmates.

Iruma and Azz give Clara’s mom some souvenirs from the Walter Park trip as a present (I dunno about everywhere else but this is a Japanese thing if I remember correctly and people here in the Philippines do it to whenever they visit sometimes). Iruma gives a small box of sweets and Azz gives them a huge replica of Walter Park's castle made out of chocolate. The kids immediately crowd at Azz for the chocolate until told to calm down.

I could understand them though. My siblings and I too would do the same cause that seriously looks cool and also it’s chocolate. We could devour that in a few days.

After being let in the house, Clara’s brothers immediately asked the boys which one is their sister’s boyfriend which freaked them out. The brothers think that Azz would be a good catch (cause he is with being good-looking, rich, smart and popular. They don’t even have to know all these things cause Azz just looks it) but remembers that their sister is already interested in a guy named-

Clara promptly cuts them off and drags them away.

We get some glimpses of what’s inside the Valac house and see a lot of strange-looking objects. Clara’s mom explains that those are brought home by her adventurer husband and that they came from those trips.

I wonder what kind of adventures and if any of the items are magical or cursed. I mean this is the Demon World so it’s possible.

The mom finally brings out a photo album! She happily shows the boys Clara’s baby pictures. Azz notes how baby Clara looks like her own baby siblings. The resemblance isn't just with looks but with personality as well! Clara is embarrassed of course but Iruma says the photos are cute which made Clara happy.

That said, she’s still embarrassed letting Iruma see the photos and takes the album away. Her mom immediately brings out another one! In an attempt to stop her mom from embarrassing her any further, she reminds them that it’s shopping day.

Iruma, upon hearing it’s time to buy food, says that he’s hungry so perfect timing. Clara and Azz, upon hearing that Iruma is hungry decides they’d make the food for him. It seems we might get shokugeki part 2!

The idea of shopping at the forest baffled Iruma and Azz as they didn’t think there’s any supermarket here. Clara and her family explain that the so-called “supermarket” is actually what the entire forest basically is. They could get fresh produce from here and there’s so many kinds! The entire family, along with Iruma and Azz go “shopping” and are all armed with baskets to fill.

A song number! As expected from the Valac family lol. I knew there’d be one. The song explains the stuff they could get in the forest and how the place is akin to an actual supermarket. There are many types of food and some which looks like regular food could be found in the unlikeliest of places. I mean, they get their meat from trees. But it’s also dangerous in here so they have to be careful.

When shopping is done, Azz and Clara compare the stuff they got which they’d use for their food battle. Apparently, the stuff Azz got which looks good are actually terrible tasting compared to the weird ones Clara had gotten.

Clara’s mom tells them that there is a creature in the forest that is called Shabu-Shabu which is known as the “Ultimate Ingredient”. It could be found in the Cave of Rewards which is shown in the map up there. Iruma thinks it must be delicious and so Clara and Azz decided they’re gonna get it for him.

The main trio plus Clara’s brothers all go to the cave (Clara’s mom went home cause the babies are asleep) to find this creature. The brothers tell Iruma and Azz that they should stay back as they think they shouldn’t trouble the guests. Clara immediately tells them that Iruma is actually pretty strong as he’s the Hero of Walter Park after all (Azz agrees). Iruma downplays this and says everyone did their best so he’s not the only strong one. 

The brothers are amazed and asked Azz what he did at the Walter Park incident. Azz remembers what had happened with his fight alongside Sabnock and how they had to retreat and with this, he wasn’t able to give them an answer.

The Shabu-Shabu appears! It looks like a chimera composed of shark, pig and lots of vegetables - the complete meal! That's why it's called Ultimate Ingredient lol. Almost everything you’d need in the kitchen all in one large and dangerous package. It even has seaweed mustache. XD

Their prey is also a predator and so the Shabu-Shabu captures Clara’s brothers using his mustaches in order to eat them. Azz tries hitting it with his fireball but it kept deflecting it with a Chinese wok lol. With that not working, Clara uses all the ingredients she got from their shopping trip in order to distract the creature. Once it was busy eating, Azz cuts off the mustaches and frees the brothers.

Azz thinks of what to do next. He wants to defeat this creature for Iruma and it doesn’t have any hostages anymore so he’s free to try but he knows it’s too strong. He remembers the stuff Sabnock told him at the park and decided it’s best to just retreat for now. He summons his familiar to help them escape but he thinks to himself that he’d try and get stronger after this.

As they were leaving, Clara’s mom arrives and instant KOs the Shabu-Shabu for what it did to her kids. The kids are of course, surprised by this.

I’m happy they’re still acknowledging that adults are stronger than the kids. Most other shounen anime would go with the “these kids are special and they could totally win this without much proper training” but this one decided to be a bit on the realistic side. Sure the kids aren’t strong yet but they do realize this themselves one way or another and strive to be better and stronger. If they continue trying to grow then they’d end up really strong, too. It would be fun to see that development especially for the kids of the Abnormal Class who didn’t really think much of themselves before as they’d prove to others and themselves that they are capable of amazing things.

They were able to go home safely and Clara’s mom cooks while Clara watches and Azz takes notes. Oh and they did use the Shabu-Shabu as it’s shown that it’s skull is outside the house haha. Iruma was able to eat a ton of food!

The day ends and it was time for bed. They were tired after the long day so they declines Clara’s invite for a pillow fight. Clara then offered to do a sleeping ritual to them which is something she does for her siblings which always works. They had to lay their heads on her lap though which they immediately decline for obvious reasons. Clara doesn’t pick up on this and pulls Azz down to lay on her lap and he quickly falls asleep in the middle of complaining. Iruma gets pulls down, too and Clara starts singing a lullaby. Her singing sounded really good, too! Iruma falls asleep to this and Clara bids them good night.

Aren’t they cute? It looks so sweet.

The next morning, the Valac family plus Iruma and Azz went out to gather food for their breakfast. While the trio is getting vegetables, Clara’s mom takes a photo to put on another album about her daughter. It’s so cute!

Also, Azz who was weirded out by the events of the day before seems more comfortable now and is happily participating in the stuff the Valac family does.

Overall it was a peaceful time. And then we get this cliffhanger showing us that Ameri’s dad is on his way to the Valac residence for unspecified reasons.

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That episode was really fun! Its more slice-of-life-y becoming the sort of breather episode after the previously intense battle heavy arc. It also lets us know more about Clara’s family and about Clara herself. I hope Asmodeus gets an episode like this, too.

Despite the episode being a bit more on the relaxing side, it has moments that continues Azz’s development that was happening in the previous episodes. He did take to heart the stuff Sabnock says and decides to be better. I think it’s a fun cycle that Sabnock, the self-proclaimed rival of Iruma, learned to become a better person cause of Iruma himself and taught this same lesson to Asmodeus, the self-proclaimed greatest ally of Iruma. Many shounen anime rivalries like this end up with the person learning the lesson because of their rival to be a bit bitter about it but here, they actually really appreciate it and don’t hold any grudges. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate how it’s done in other stories. All I’m saying is that seeing something different from time-to-time can be nice, too. It shakes things up a little.

I did feel a little bad when Azz couldn’t give an answer when the brothers asked him what he did during the attack on Walter Park, though. But he actually thought about it and didn’t try to lie or anything. He admitted he needed to get stronger and promises himself that he absolutely will.

I went “Aww~!” at the many heartwarming moments in this episode especially when it came to Clara’s mom. Seeing the phot album near the end made me smile so much. The scene where Clara sings to her friends is really nice and sweet, too.

The previews show that the next episode would be Ameri-centric again. This anime has so many ships revolving Iruma that it makes me wonder if this could count as a harem anime (but since that’s not exactly the overall focus of the story, it doesn’t seem like it and I only remember when the show hints that the girls like Iruma). So far Iruma has got Ameri, Clara, Kerori, and Eiko who has blatant crushes on him (with 3 out of 4 admitting it to themselves). If you’re wearing shipping goggles then there’s also Asmodeus and Kiriwo-senpai. But the one who gets the most focus when it comes to romantic development is Ameri. She gets moments and sometimes episodes that gives a spotlight to her feeling for Iruma (and there are moments where Iruma looks like he’s close to feeling the same way).

I’m wondering if this means Ameri would be the official love interest. Like, I guess it makes sense with all the development and I don’t hate it but still... it kinda makes me sad that the ships I do support for Iruma are shot down already haha. Ameri fans are so lucky! I wish Clara and Azz are given this much fighting chance, too cause so far, Iruma only thinks of them as friends.

Alright, this has gone on too long. Thanks for reading!

[themurphyzone]

PatB Oneshot: Every Rose Has Thorns and Petals

Summary: Brain’s plan is simple: create a Valentine card with a message that the world should adore him as their new ruler. But he needs extra help in coming up with a catchy message to rein in the consumers for the outer cover. And who better to help than the expert of all things amour?

AN: I decided to see if I could write a good Suavo. Enjoy! Warning for terribly cheesy flirting. I don’t typically write this genre XD

This borrows from the HC that Pinky can still do the Suavo persona.

Written for Valentine's Day/Suavo Sunday. I regret everything.

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At last, a new plan came to fruition! With Valentine’s Day looming upon them with its chocolate-coated fangs and sickly sweet aroma, people would be flocking to grocery stores everywhere to purchase giant teddy bears they could barely carry around and heart-shaped boxes of gourmet chocolate. But most lucrative of all, they would buy Valentine cards with the most obnoxious lovestruck messages that were far cheesier than Pinky’s cheesecake.

Everything clicked into place. The slightly larger than average dimensions of a Valentine’s card. Various red and pink hues for the envelopes. Colorful images with hearts, roses, and Pinky on the front cover (for Pinky met all of the scientific criteria that triggered one’s protective instincts). And on the inside, an image of Brain standing on the world in royal regalia with a message declaring that all the world shall adore him as their new leader.

But there was a single, glaring flaw to his otherwise brilliant plan.

He could not come up with a ridiculous phrase for the outside cover. It had to be eye-catching, humorous, or corny enough to grab a customer’s attention. He stared at the smiling picture of Pinky for several minutes, then gave in.

Pinky was the expert in all things ridiculous after all.

“Life is the road I wanna keep going! Love is a river and I wanna keep going ooonnnn!” Pinky sang along to his playlist, leading a Barbie doll in a tender waltz.

And it was best to interrupt before Pinky’s playlist reached My Heart Will Go On. That sappy 90s love ballad was on there. He was not striking the King of the World pose until he was actually king of the world, but that assertion hadn’t gotten through Pinky’s cotton-stuffed head yet.

Brain grabbed the prototype card and pencil, marching up to the windowsill where Pinky and Barbie danced under the evening sky. The sun lowered, the moon rose, and the first twinkling stars poked out, signifying the beginning of another night.

The phone was propped against a wall, and Brain smacked the image of Anastasia and Dmitri dancing to stop the song as he passed by. Pinky continued to hum, dipping Barbie low enough that her blonde hair touched the windowsill. His eyes were half-lidded, tail swishing to an invisible beat. Though there was no music, his rhythm was steady and his feet never missed a step.

It was mesmerizing. Pinky danced with all the grace of a professional ballerina.

He pricked his finger on a sharp point of the prototype card, and the poke brought Brain back to reality. Right. No distractions.

“Hiya, Brain! Zort!”

Dear Archimedes there were otherworldly blue eyes right in front of his face.  

Startled, Brain leapt back and swung his pencil defensively. There was a muffled narf as the eraser end went into Pinky’s mouth. Once the initial shock passed, Pinky giggled and nibbled on the eraser, several rubbery shavings poking out between his teeth.  

Brain took a deep breath, trying to calm his too-fast heartbeat.

“Quit slobbering on my erasers, Pinky,” Brain snapped. He removed his pencil from Pinky’s mouth, wrinkling his nose at the saliva-coated eraser. He tossed it aside, and the pencil skittered across the counter and onto the floor.

“But they taste so good!” Pinky licked his lips. “Especially with a pinch of dryer lint. That way you get fluff and chewiness in one single fantastic bite!”

Sometimes he truly worried for the state of Pinky’s digestive tract. For now, it was best to change the topic entirely. “As much as I’d love to debate the intricacies of your exotic cuisine, I require some of your eccentric expertise for my latest plan,” Brain said, setting the prototype card on the counter.

Pinky’s tail and ears perked up. A predictable reaction, but reliable all the same.

While Pinky put Barbie away, Brain retrieved a new pencil. There were few writing utensils that weren’t chewed up by a bored employee or Pinky for fun, and it wouldn’t be long before Brain would have to acquire more.

“I gotta help Brain now, Barbie. Thanks for sharing a dance with me! Those ballroom dance classes are really paying off!” Pinky chirped, waving to the inanimate Barbie, who now sat in a pink plastic convertible next to a shirtless Ken doll. He peeked inside the card and clasped his hands together, holding them against his cheek dreamily. “Awww, Brain! This is gonna be so romantic!”

“The very atmosphere I intend to create with these mass-produced cards, Pinky,” Brain replied. “However, while I have all the elements of your typical Valentine card alongside an additional message that will aid us in our conquest, I haven’t worked out one essential component yet.”

He closed the card and tapped the empty speech bubble next to Pinky’s image.

Pinky tilted his head. “You haven’t figured out how to make single people buy your cards yet?”

Drat. He hadn’t considered those outliers.

“Then we’ll just have to infiltrate the postal service,” Brain said, mentally congratulating himself on correcting that error quickly. “But before we implement the plan, I need a Valentine phrase for this speech bubble. A saying that will entice the average infatuated consumer and hook them into purchasing my cards alone. And since you lean heavily toward the sentimental and saccharine…well, this is where I require your assistance.”

“The sentimental and the saccharine?” Pinky echoed. “I don’t think I’ve heard of that soap opera, Brain. What channel is it on?”

Brain opened his notebook and found an empty page, poised to jot down Pinky’s suggestions. “The real life channel. Don’t be concerned about missing it, Pinky. It’s on 24/7 all year long. But I digress. The sooner I find a phrase, the sooner we’ll have the world!”

Pinky tapped his foot in thought, the tip of his tongue poking out like he truly believed protruding tongues had the power to magically grant ideas. For all Brain knew, Pinky probably believed that.

Then Pinky snapped his fingers. “I got it! How ‘bout ‘be mine, valentine’?”

“Too cliché,” Brain muttered. A million Valentine cards would already have similar phrasing. They didn’t have time to seize control of a greeting card factory. “Not unique enough.”

Although the valentine bit wasn’t particularly directed toward him, his grip on the pencil slackened, the tip leaving a graphite smudge along the margins. He quickly turned the pencil around and erased it, hoping Pinky didn’t catch onto his brief moment of inattention.  

Fortunately, Pinky didn’t notice. “Alrighty then. Hmmm…you’re the sour cream to my cheese-slathered potato?”

“…I’ll save it for a last resort.”

Well, he asked for unique. But sour cream didn’t particularly invoke strong Valentine feelings. Idioms that involved sweet foods with enough sugar to induce diabetes in an elephant would be better, and he made a quick note to the side.

“I turtle-y adore you?” Pinky suggested, his blue eyes sparkling accordingly.

Brain felt a light blush settling over his cheeks, and he rubbed his fur to rid himself of the mortifying feeling. “Doesn’t match your picture. And no animal puns unless they involve mice.”

Pinky rubbed his chin, not one to be easily deterred. “There’s gotta be some good ones on the Internet.”

“Don’t trouble yourself, Pinky,” Brain sighed. He sat cross-legged on the counter, massaging his forehead to intercept any headaches before they began. “Figured we should’ve gone with the photobooth plan. It’s your fault for influencing my subconscious with your caterwauling over The Princess Bride’s movie adaptation.”

“Troz! I’ll have you know Princess Buttercup and Westley have great chemistry!” Pinky pouted.

Brain rolled his eyes. “Please. They’re about as compatible as two noble gases.”

Pinky went quiet after that. Whether he’d gone off into the imaginary world of talking cheeses or taken unusually great offense on the lead couple’s behalf, Brain wasn’t sure. But the silence obliged, and Brain took the opportunity to ponder their next course of action.

Take a risk and use one of Pinky’s earlier suggestions? Scrap the plan entirely and pull one from storage? Seek a second opinion?  

Then Pinky gasped, his tail pointing high in the air like an inverted exclamation point.

“Brain, are you pondering what I’m pondering?” Pinky asked, gripping Brain’s shoulders in excitement.

Brain leaned back, supporting himself on the palms of his hands. “We break out the Feldman disguises and ask Mr. Sultana for his opinion on what a hypothetical Valentine card should say?”

“I’m sure he’s got a bunch of good ones, but that’s not it,” Pinky said. “Actually, I oughta slip into something more…in-character. I’ll be right back!”

Pinky skipped away, humming as he went over to his dress-up box in the corner of their cage. He pulled a divider around himself so that all Brain could see was a shadowy silhouette rummaging through clothing and accessories.

Brain continued to ponder, though no feasible ideas were coming to him. He closed his eyes, shutting out all visual forms of distraction. He listened to Pinky dressing in the cage, but it was more white noise than a true hindrance.

Five minutes later, he still had nothing. But there was something…different.

A tantalizing scent. Not overly sharp, though just light enough that he couldn’t identify it with confidence. And he wanted to know more.

It wasn’t fruit or soap. Nor was it vanilla, like the scented candles Pinky loved so much.

Something smooth snaked its way under his nose, brushing the fur above his lips. The scent was closer now. His nose twitched.

“ACHOO!”

Startled by the force of his sudden sneeze, Brain’s eyes flew open. He rubbed his nose to wipe off the lingering sensation, staring down at Pinky’s long tail, which sat unassumingly in his lap. The tip was wrapped around the stem of a small red rose.

The tail lifted, rubbing against the fur under Brain’s chin. Brain felt his cheeks heat up again, and he quickly batted the offending appendage away.

“Pinky, you’re not helping my state of-“ Brain began, ready to launch into a verbal tirade on how he needed to think and if Pinky wasn’t going to help then he could make like a mitotic cell and split…and then he saw a very familiar, perhaps all too-familiar, lavender tuxedo with an overstuffed dark purple…something underneath.

He couldn’t tell if it was a shirt, vest, or pincushion. A gold button glinted in the middle of Pinky’s chest.

Gulping, Brain knew the mysterious article of clothing was the least of his concerns. He forced himself to look up, gaze raking past the slender neck and toward half-lidded, coy blue eyes. A sophisticated mustache poked out from each side of Pinky’s muzzle. And he was genteel, charismatic…

Suave.  

Pinky’s ability to play a character to perfection never ceased to astound him. He still remembered? Brain had long destroyed the Personalitron and its blueprints, deeming them unnecessary and cumbersome.

“Pardonnez-moi, you with the giant head and marshmallow body are seeking the passionate advice of I, the great Pinky…Suavvvo-“ he drawled every syllable with that odd French accent, r’s rolling off his tongue like smooth butter “-for your…ah, Saint Valentine card, no?”  

Fu—choose your words wisely—I mean, dear name of a historical contributor to the scientific or mathematical field who I can’t identify properly at this time.

���I fail to see how playing dress-up is going to help with this conundrum, Pinky Suavo.” Brain stood up and crossed his arms. He wasn’t about to let the Suavo persona sway him. He was the Brain, and he bowed to no one.

Exert control over the situation. Yes. That’s what he needed.

Suavo plucked the rose from his tail between two practiced fingers, inhaling its scent deeply. Where did he even get that rose from? The lab wasn’t growing flora for any reason, nor did any scientist have the green thumb to care for anything so fragile.

“Oh, but love is always…how did you say, a conundrum, is it not?” he purred, and Brain scowled. But Suavo was unperturbed. “One may pluck the petals from a pretty flower and ask if one loves or loves not, yet how will one know if they ask the flower and not the lover? Oh, I do not know.”

His voice dipped into a lower, softer register, and a strange sensation traveled up Brain’s spine. Though the riddle seemed directed at him, he wasn’t in the mood to unravel any cryptic meanings.

Just like before, Suavo’s magnetism was…hypnotizing. Like he had no choice but to do what Pinky Suavo said. And wasn’t that ironic? He, the Brain, as the hapless follower instead of the commanding leader.

Suavo appeared oblivious to Brain’s internal dilemma. He simply set the rose back into his tail and twirled one curled end of the mustache around his finger, humming a dreamy, sentimental song to himself. He was waiting on Brain in the most irritating fashion possible.

But if he wanted this plan to work, he’d just have to tolerate Pinky’s attempt at resolving his predicament.

“Pinky Suavo,” Brain sighed, forcing all his pride back. Suavo turned to him, his eyes still in that odd half-lidded position. “Is that overstuffed pincushion actually giving you ideas for the card?”

“Of course, mon ami.” Suavo slicked his ears and fur tuft back with a smooth, graceful stroke of his hand. “For it is he, who is I, who is the connoisseur of…ammooooouuuur.”

Brain grabbed his notepad and pencil, his stomach doing odd backflips like butterflies had somehow burrowed their way into his flesh and laid eggs there. He was not paying attention to Suavo’s hand movements. No, the eye was just naturally drawn to movement. That’s how it worked.

Besides, he was looking at the same being who once managed to get all his fingers and tail tangled up in a complicated cat’s cradle.

Suavo clicked his tongue, deftly plucking the items out of Brain’s grip. “No, no, you silly mouse. You cannot experience amour through pen and paper alone. You must feel it, see it, hear it. For it is everywhere and anywhere you search…if only you would use those big ears of yours.”

Brain gritted his teeth and jumped for his supplies, but Suavo simply held them out of reach with one long arm. All Brain could manage was a tiny hop. It wasn’t getting him anywhere.

So he took a deep breath and forced himself to relax.

“I’m listening, Pinky Suavo,” Brain said, hoping he sounded at least a little cordial. “I believe the colloquial is, I’m all ears?”

A pleased smile flitted across Suavo’s face, his arm lowering.

Perfect.

Then Brain threw himself forward, digging his hands and feet into Suavo’s clothing and hauling himself towards the notepad and pencil. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard to grip. Suavo stumbled a bit, but he refused to yield. Brain grabbed a fabric fold on Suavo’s right shoulder. He was so close-

-and a red nose pushed into his own. Warm, mint-scented breath tickled the fur on his face.

“You know, it is more, ah, polite to take a mouse to dinner before you begin climbing him, is it not?” Suavo crooned.

Brain’s ears flopped against his back, a warm sensation sweeping through his body. His clammy paws lost their grip on Suavo’s clothing, and he would’ve fallen entirely if Suavo’s free arm hadn’t wrapped around his waist and secured him with a strong yet gentle grip.

In hindsight, perhaps his attempt at reclaiming his belongings was ill-thought out.

Perhaps it was for the best that the arm was covered by fabric, but at the same time, some irrational thought of wanting Pinky’s fur against his own wormed its way into his mind.  

Suavo set the notepad and pen down with care, dipping Brain in the process. Brain clutched the fabric tightly, but it was unnecessary. Suavo’s embrace was strong enough to prevent him from landing on his head. Then Suavo straightened up, once again plucking the rose from his tail and holding it next to Brain.  

“Oh, now this is…magnifique,” Suavo murmured, his eyes darting from the rose to Brain’s face. Though Brain tried to maintain eye contact to make his displeasure known, his resolve was quickly crumbling away. Surely it was the close proximity, the thumb stroking his fur, that was picking apart all rational thought and leaving some hormone-driven creature behind?

“What?” Brain asked, and he inwardly cringed. His voice wasn’t working properly. He’d meant to sound more demanding than that pathetic excuse of a question.

“Your eyes, mon ami, are just a few shades lighter this rose,” Suavo said. Brain stared at him in disbelief. Comparing eyes to flowers, or worse, gemstones, was just ridiculous.

And your comparison of Pinky’s aesthetically pleasing eyes to the wild blue yonder above isn’t?

Brain ignored the contemptuous voice. That was completely different. The sky was neither a flower nor a gemstone, and therefore it wasn’t off-limits. Besides, it was a thought for him and him alone. It’s not like anyone else was going to hear it.

“You are but a deer mouse in the headlights. Yet there is no need to hide under a thorny layer,” Suavo hummed, tilting his head curiously. Deliberately. How strange. Even the slightest movement was mesmerizing. His fingers traveled up the flower stem, until his hand rested underneath the petals, supporting the tiny rose in the palm of his hand. “A rosebush may scratch and prick, yet the great Pinky Suavo cannot be swayed. For there’s a pretty bloom hidden in the darkness, and he is who moi shall…shall…NARF!”

Shocked by the return of the nonsensical exclamation, Brain lost his hold on Pinky Suavo’s clothing. He fell onto the counter surface with a pained groan. The hard material wasn’t doing wonders for the bends in his tail.

Something fluttered against his nose, causing Brain to sneeze again. He removed the offending object, and found himself staring down at the rose he’d been teased with. If he ignored the heavy-handed rose imagery Suavo kept spouting, it was rather adequate for a specimen.

“Narf! Zort! Poit! Egad!” Pinky laughed uncontrollably between his usual tics, uttering them at such a fast rate that they started to blend together like a tongue twister. “Ooh, I haven’t—troz! Haven’t said narf in a long time! But it’s poit—it’s okay cause you needed my help!”

Idiot.

Brain sighed and pushed himself to a standing position, then placed the rose on his notepad so Pinky could reclaim it later.

Now that he thought about it, Pinky hadn’t said any of his favorite syllables in his Suavo persona. Of course, they’d been replaced by stupid love poetry and gratuitous French, but the narfs and poits and zorts were rather refreshing.

Odd. He never thought he’d actually miss Pinky’s…unique diction.

“Pinky, were you actively suppressing your usual speech patterns in your strange form of assistance?” Brain asked. He couldn’t help his curiosity.

“Zort! Oh Brain, I’m not nearly as good as suppressing things like you are!” Pinky’s chortles continued as Brain grabbed his wrist and led him straight to the water bottle in their cage. “Besides—narf! Besides, I had to stay in character!”

“Remind me to never have you play a villain for any future plans revolving around cinema,” Brain grumbled.

Pinky’s tail happily flicked against Brain’s own. Though the imbecile was just swishing it around mindlessly, the brief physical contact suddenly brought back that very odd, warm sensation.

Curse this heightened sensitivity! It’s only a principle of thermodynamics and heat transfer!  

“Brain, are you okay? Poit,” Pinky asked as Brain made him sit down in front of the water bottle. “You’re all woozy and whirlywindy. And white and red all over like a newspaper!”

“I’m f-fine,” Brain said. He was absolutely not relying on Pinky for balance. “Just drink, Pinky. And take off those silly clothes when you’re done.”

Pinky stared, not comprehending anything Brain said, but that was normal for him. Then he started to laugh, and only then did Brain realize he needed to watch his word choice, especially around a certain someone, because of course his fluff-filled mind would misconstrue it.

“Not like that!” Brain spat.

Pinky tipped onto his back, legs kicking upwards as his high-pitched laughter continued to assault Brain’s ears.

For the sake of his own sanity, he left Pinky to his own devices and stormed over to the nearest sink. He pushed on the tap for cold water until he’d created his own miniature waterfall, then hopped right in. He welcomed the cascade over his body.

As long as it pushed his homeostasis in the opposite direction, he was fine with resembling a drowned rat for now.

o-o-o-o-o

The plan failed before it ever took off. Brain had been so distracted that he’d failed to notice the lab was completely out of colored ink, rendering the copy machines completely useless.

He’d gone with the ‘you’re the sour cream to my potatoes’ message for the front cover, formatting it into the speech bubble in an elegant cursive font. Though it wasn’t conventional by any means, he simply considered it again since no other suggestions were forthcoming.

But at the same time, part of him wasn’t keen on allowing the masses to lay eyes on the Valentine card.

It seemed special. Unexplainably so.

“Brain?” Pinky called. His verbal tics had long gone back to their normal frequency. “Aren’t we taking over the world tonight?”

Brain shook his head, relieved that he finally had control over his body again. “Not tonight, Pinky. I’m afraid I’ve been prematurely thwarted by the lack of inventory in this lab.”

“Oh, you don’t have to be afraid, Brain,” Pinky said. Gone were Suavo’s clothing and mustache, and Pinky’s lean, muscular arms were on full display as he folded them across his chest. “I’ll protect you from Tory.”

It was an unnecessary gesture, but Brain couldn’t help but be touched by the admission all the same. Brain made a show of carefully placing the card into storage, just so he could distract himself momentarily.  

When he finished his task, he found Pinky holding an elegant paper rose, crafted meticulously with purple tissue paper. A light blush settled over Brain’s cheeks as he accepted the gift from Pinky, whose blue eyes shone brightly as Brain ran his fingers over the soft petals.

“Thank you, Pinky,” Brain said gratefully, and he resisted the urge to rush off immediately and place the paper rose with his globe keychain, another gift from his dearest friend.

“You’re welcome!” Pinky smiled, and Brain’s heart beat faster. Then Pinky’s gaze flicked to the TV screen, and Brain figured he was about to be roped into watching a cheesy love story unfold. “Brain, can we watch Beauty and the Beast please? With those special Valentine M&M’s and chocolate-coated popcorn? I saw a whole bunch in the kitchen! Narf!”  

Well…he could’ve suggested worse. At least this one was tolerable.

And it’s been a while since they’d watched a movie together.  

“Get everything set up, Pinky,” Brain ordered. “I’ll join you when I’m finished with my own tasks.”

Pinky saluted and scampered into the kitchen, grabbing the rose he’d held in his Suavo persona along the way. He sang at the top of his lungs, though he’d forgotten most of the actual words and replaced them with a series of narfs and portmanteaus. Once Pinky was sufficiently distracted, Brain moved his notepad and pen over to the TV, then laid the paper rose over it.

He heard the crinkle of a bag followed by the sound of M&M’s being poured into a bowl. Pinky would be back any minute.

Brain knocked his head against the side of a wall.

Calm yourself. Pinky believes pebbles are precious gifts. You’ll be fine. Probably.

Slowly, he approached the drawer where he’d kept his hidden present. Sifting through several sheets of paper covered with complex formulas he’d deliberately placed in there to ward off Pinky, he found the sunflower pen he’d carefully hidden towards the back.

It wasn’t exactly…traditional for a Valentine’s gift. Simple blue ink with a green body and tipped with a bright yellow sunflower.

But it was bright. And colorful. Like Pinky.

More importantly, it was practical.

Brain’s ears twitched, and he heard the whirring of the VCR as Pinky popped in the movie. Brain debated leaving the pen and presenting it after the movie, but he didn’t want to procrastinate either. Otherwise it would be impossible to enjoy their activity.

Well, he could just drop it in Pinky’s lap. And snatch up some popcorn so his actions wouldn’t be too conspicuous. He climbed out of the drawer, holding the pen behind his back.

A preview for The Little Mermaid began to play. Pinky was enraptured by the animated marine animals. He seemed so happy.

Maybe he should reconsider. Valentine items would be discounted next week. He could just hold off and give a belated…what was he thinking? Valentine’s was just another day to turn profit!

The paper rose was sitting right there. No…Valentine’s meant something to Pinky. Like Christmas.

“Goody, you’re back, Brain!” Pinky cheered, stuffing two pink M&M’s into his mouth. The large bowl beside him was overflowing with chocolate. “It’s not raining inside, but I love your parasol! Where’d you buy it?”

A parasol?

He glanced up at the sunflower. Oh. So there was a resemblance to a parasol, he supposed. If one viewed it at a certain angle, that is.

“It’s a pen. Not a parasol. Take it,” Brain said, holding out the sunflower pen.

Pinky didn’t take it.

Instead, he made a joyful noise and crushed Brain with a flying embrace. Brain dropped the pen in surprise as Pinky’s entire body curled around him, feet off the ground. Brain had to support all his weight, Pinky’s warm fur brushing against his own.

“I love it! Loveitloveitloveit! Thanks, Brain!” Pinky squealed, happy tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“You’re welcome, Pinky,” Brain murmured as Pinky nuzzled his cheek. “Now get off. I require my lungs. And heart. And my digestive system.”

Pinky didn’t get off until the Disney fanfare to herald the beginning of the movie began to play. Then he quieted down immediately, rolling the sunflower pen so that it rested across his lap.

“…happy Valentine’s Day,” Brain whispered, nibbling on a red M&M.

Pinky smiled back, teeth flecked with bits of chocolate. He shushed Brain, not wanting him to interrupt the opening narration.

As the enchanted rose appeared onscreen, Brain stroked the soft tissue paper of Pinky’s beautiful creation. Then he set it aside and reached for some popcorn.

His world was here. And there was nothing more he wanted.

Fun fact: the original name for this fic was going to be Suavo Valentino, but the current title was a last minute change cause somehow I just wrote a lot about roses.

Another change: The Princess Bride bit was originally a dig at High School Musical and how Disney Channel has bad romance in general, but since that was mid 2000s I changed it so this story could reasonably fit in the 90s.

Suavo’s lines...were interesting. I couldn’t stop laughing at how dumb some of them were though.

Brain’s got it bad here. Save him.

Are the roses corny? Yes. Do I care? Not really. Maybe. Possibly.

[allbeendonebefore]

atlas cronus cyclopes helios hermes poseidon titans

Atlas- Favourite myth? 

quatsch called me out and said i like the myth of theseus the best and she's right and i'm sort of but not really ashamed. Every iteration and every retelling of theseus just makes me laugh. I love how stupid he is. I love how the story was used to forcibly insert Athens into the mythological histories of older and more important poleis. I love how the theseus myth was somehow used as propaganda during the persian/peloponnesian wars (I need to re-investigate this) where the city state of athens said "you should take us seriously because of this absolute moron hero"

(i fall short of calling him a himbo, but I can see the argument being made for it if you subscribe to the versions where 1. he was Asked to leave Ariadne on that island and 2. remember that time his wife said straight faced that his son made advances towards her and his first reaction was welp better go kill my son"_ 3. i dont have any explanation for the kidnappings beyond a. they were completely misinformed on helen's age and panicked and b. with persephone and hippolyta i guess they just wanted wives that could destroy them so)

Cronus- Favourite food? 

I said curry last time so maybe i should say something different this time... i did mention i love bread and likewise because of its versatility. I enjoy making bread as much as i do eating it (and i did prior to covid also). Some of my favourite breads to make include naan, rye, and black pepper cheese bread. My favourite bread to eat is sourdough (which I don't have a starter for so I haven't made it yet)

Cyclopes- What’s your favourite joke? 

Another one hmm, let me think.

the one that annoys quatsch the most is the one about the greek guy who ripped his trousers: Euripides, Eumenides! :^)

Helios- Night or day person? 

hard question. I think i am actually a morning person in that I do like being up with the sun but only if I am alone and have nowhere else to be and I'm not being told what to do xD so like once my night classes ended and I could set my alarm earlier I noticed an improvement in my mood - but when I'm at home with the fam it's pointless to be up before my parents who wake up before me no matter what so I can't enjoy those quiet early morning hours unless I yeet myself straight out of the house which I don't like doing.

Traditionally my best creative time was 7pm ish (or so i noticed in high school and undergrad) so I had always thought of myself as a night person but I don't actually like staying up super late and I only like to sleep in once in a while.

Hermes- Do you like travelling? Where is one place you want to travel to? 

tbh travelling stresses me out a lot and I need to be with a person who knows what they're doing. But when the actual travelling part is over and we're just out wandering the hills in northern england or scotland or wherever enjoying nature or on the train watching the countryside go by, it's amazing. I also like having tomodachis with itineraries to show me their hometowns because I don't even have to think about what I want to do I can just follow and enjoy learning about how they see where they're from and be led to tasty food -w-

Poseidon- Do you like to swim? 

yyyes and no i think i answered this recently in another meme but i have mixed feelings about swimming. also apparently i can't figure out floating and need to work on that so i don't drown in the river when i do go swimming ;u;

Titans- If you could go anywhere in time, when would you want to go? 

urghhg i mean part of me is like lets go to ancient greece and make notes for my thesis but part of me is like oh no i'd have to understand ancient greek far better than i do and try not to get in trouble, part of me is like what if.... i just go back to the 90s but as an adult so i can get a more nuanced look at what i was living through at the time because at least i speak the language and have a vague idea of what was happening xD (i think i'd have no problem avoiding interacting with past me lol)

[robin-the-enby]

Hey! I love your matchups and I really want one with on the black butler characters.

I am ISTJ and even though I was born in America I come from a Mexican family. So I am fluent in Spanish and English. Along side of Mandarin Chinese (still learning) and Japanese (still learning)

Appearance wise, I have olive skin, long wavy/curly hair that reaches my tailbone (i like putting it in side braid). I also have long bangs that quite often fall over my glasses. And just too lazy to move them. I also have dimples when I smile. I will bite anyone who try poke them.

Personality: I can get hard to know at first because I have trust issues (my heart has been broken okay) . Not too mention people don't try to get know me because of my major Resting Bitch Face. They think I am judging them or that I am scary. But I am not... I am attentive so I will stand up for myself and anyones else. I am patient. Also, after you get to know me you will realize I am a chaotic crackhead with a melodramatic persona. Like "your star is here!" "The stage is calling for me. Move out of my way" "the spotlight is on me so could you move you crusty face?" I like to tease and flirt with the people I am close to. I zone out or daydream a lot. And in the worst times. It could be a serious meeting and I am chuckling because of something in my head. Which have scared people. It could be during a conversation and I will stop listening. But I will always feel bad and apologize.

I also like to scare people. Like tell them the unsolved cases or horrific cases that I know (I love unsolved cases) . This is also why my little siblings hate me. Turns out talking kids murder cases and disapperinv cases was not appropriate for bed time story... woops.....

I like to pop out of nowhere and either flick or playfully punch my friends and say boo. I do accidentally roast people. I don't think before I say things. And don't realize until hours or days later. And I am like "shit"

I am sarcastic and that has gotten me in trouble before. My friend asked for my advice and I didn't know she was being serious. So I gave her a sarcastic advice and she came back to me mad. I was like "shit you believed me?"

Likes/hobbies: i like my anatomy class and I like to read, write, meditate (because I get stressed a lot). I really like to dance and listen to music. Which my music taste is everywhere: Kpop, classical music, jazz, jpop, Spanish songs, rock, metal. Every music genre except for country. I like to play the violin.

My passion lies in the arts and crafts. I would like to do illustration and photography. More specifically street fashion photography and and event photography. Like weddings and funerals. Yes funeral photography does exist and I will like to do it. Since it is also special event. I draw a lot of portraits and landscapes. I have been told that my art is either scary or mysterious. Though I can get a little caught up with my passion. I practice to get better with no rest.

Flaws/toxic traits: I am not empathetic or sympathetic. People always thought I didn't care about my friend's issues. I do i just don't understand them. My compassion does make up for this and will give advice. My other flaw, is the high walls I build to protect myself. I am there for other people. But people were never there for me. People have manupliated me and that cause me trust issues. I don't know how to handle negative emotions like depression, anxiety, self doubt, procrastination. So I just isolate myself in these moods. They really take a toll on me and make me think I can't do my passions. I am afraid of commitment because of toxic relationships i had before.

Love language: I am not obvious with affection. (Because no one ever gave me it). I show it through my teasing and flirting. My love language is however Act of Service. I will help my s/o with anything they need. Chores, work, advice, etc. Sort of the mom of my friend group. But a Savage mom as I have been told. "Stop crying, here I made you a cookie" "do I need to hurt someone" "don't worry I can get coffin with a lock in it". I am also an aggressive supporter. Like "No YOU are beautiful. YOU are gorgeous!" (This happened when someone gives me affection and time try to turn the attention to them as way to hide my fluster)

I will call my s/o like "stupid" "idiot" but in a endearing way. Okay. Occasionally I will use "beloved" and "Cariño/cariña"

I am not good receiving verbal affection or physical affection. I was never given affection so I am not used to it. I will start blushing and stop working. I will also probably say "idiot" or turn the attention to them like "no.. u" but I think fails because I am terrible at hiding my blush. I get easily flustered with affection okay. But I won't ever admit that I like it. Though it is obvious.

Sexuality: i am bisexual so it doesn't matter what gender I am paired up with.

Funt fact i guess?: I love small plants, plushies, and banana milk. Like I have hundreds of different kinds of plants and they each have their own name. Like GGmo, Lily, Melody, Edward. I love Banana milk as I said. I drink it every evening. It always get me happy so when I am sad or had a bad day. I drink banana milk and I am happy. It is also to make up for my coffee addiction. I am addicted to coffee. My friends said no coffee and I was like fine banana milk then :)

This is getting long now... bye.

I'm glad that you like my matchups, I'm trying my best tbh😅 I match you with:

Sebastian Michaelis

Sebastian is very curious in nature, so he definitely wants to know what you're really like, not the front you put on.

He's also very charming when he wants to, he makes it very easy to open up to him and get comfortable around him.

Sure, he, as a demon, doesn't really care much for humans, so when he doesn't have to play the polite, kind butler, he probably has a RBF as well, however, I think that changes when he's interacting with someone he loves.

His sweet words may have been a mask at first, so he could see the real you, but the closer you two become, the more he means every word of praise, encouragment or comfort he utters.

He would most certainly be amused by your crackhead self once you do get comfortable around him, but it's not really his vibe. He wouldn't scold you for being loud, brash or inapropriate, like he does the other servants.

If he's in a really good mood or when the situation calls for it, he can be dramatic as well. Sometimes he'd do it just to get on Ciel's nerves XD

One big pro of being with Sebastian is that he lets you off the hook a lot. If he was talking to anyone else and they'd space out, oh honey, he would stare them down so hard, it's sending chills down my spine just thinking about it. But if it's you it's like a complete 180, Sebastian can't possibly be mad at you, everyone spaces out sometimes, those things just happen.

The other servants make sure to be on your good side so that you could intercede with him on their behalf.

You can't scare him with your true crime stories, but you sure as hell can scare the others. And you can bet your ass Seb's gonna help! The plan is: You tell the story and then he's gonna pop up out of nowhere behind them, giving them mini heart attacks.

If you try to scare him though, you'll need to be on guard 24/7 until he gets you in return. And even if your on guard all the time, he finds a way to scare the life out of you.

Your humor is practically the same, I mean, Sebastian is great at off handed remarks/roasts and sarcastic comments that you have to look for to really see them. You two could be talking shit about anyone and everybody would be like "Oh yeah, normal conversation, yes"

Sebastian would love to dance with you. And trust me when I say this, he is good at any type of dance. If you two are ever at a ball, prepare your feet, because he's not gonna let go of you the whole night (unless his master is in danger of course).

He would be your #1 supporter, he'd go with you out to take photos, and if you asked him to look at some, he'd take a good long look at each and every one of them and describe in detail how he feels about them. Also would go to any art shows you'd host if it came to it.

When it comes to sympathy and empathy, Sebastian also has a hard time showing these feelings. He's been alive for far longer than any human on Earth and he's a demon. He's never had any of the problems humans have, so naturally he doesn't kniw what it feels like to have them. Plus, before you came into his life, he didn't care much for them either.

However, he's gonna be there for you whenever you need him, emotionally or practically, even though he doesn't get your feelings.

You both have walls put up, you because of bad past experiences, him because as a demon, he has major issues with being vulnerable in any way. And I'm not talking just emotionally here, but demons are almost undestroyable, yet they have very few weaknesses that they just need to hide away.

It's rare Sebastian has a problem, but even if he had, you wouldn't know, because he thinks you, as a human, wouldn't understand and so he won't burden your mind with it. However, he's very perceptive and so if your behaviour changes, be it due to anxiety or a depressive episode, he'll know.

Now, he's not the type of person to try and break down your walls by force, but in situstions like these, where he's not sure how to help, you gotta talk to him and he won't leave you alone until you tell him how he can help.

He's not above carrying you around and doing everything for you until you're embarassed enough to tell him

He is very appreciative of your help around, since the other servants are good at everything but what they're supposed to do.

You with your tough love and Sebastian with his teeth rotting compliments and affection, it'd be honestly really funny to watch. He adores how you show affection, because it's different from most people he's known. But on the other hand, you can't expect him not to spoil you afte all the hard work you do every day?

He would really shower you in love and affection, because you deserve it and because it makes you flustered XD

[ask-the-twst-girls]

Interactions with the twst!girls Part 1: Rosia Rosehearts

Quick note: I decided to start this series just to clarify how the muses in this blog in would interact with their fellow NRC students, or at least the core cast. This list will be rather long so I will be making this a series. This will be rather long, but anyway, Let's get Started!

Rosia Rosehearts

General Headcanons

Being a 2nd-year transfer from Golden Crown University (Girls version of RSA), Rosia was very off-spoken and polite when she first entered NRC.

Her concerning nature has basically caused everyone to see her as either as an older sister or a Mom-figure, so she's used to it.

In her opinion, everyone in her dorm is her family and she does her best to look out for everyone. Especially as a 3rd-year

Her Unique Magic is pretty handy and she can play therapist when she needs to. She doesn't do it all the time though and in Heartslaybul, it's basically an unspoken rule that if something is wrong, or you have a problem, you go to Rosia.

Heartslaybul Relations

We'll start with Riddle since he's practically king here (and it's his B-Day LOL).

Rosia and Riddle are blood-related as Cousins, so they are very close. Riddle doesn't like it when Rosia coddles her too much, so she knows the boundaries.

Only when they are behind closed doors is she allowed to hug him, give him treats or whatever she normally does when it's just the two of them.

Rosia is extremely protective of Riddle, since she knows first-hand how bad his side of the family is

Alright, next we'll go to Trey. Rosia knows him because he's friends with Riddle. She often plays messenger because of the "incident" that happened when Riddle and Trey were kids (i.e: getting caught by Riddle's mother)

As a result, if Trey has anything he wants to give Riddle, it's usually through Rosia.

Between the two of them, Rosia sees him as a brother, almost. She's glad that he's also worried about Riddle and that she doesn't have to bear that burden alone.

Loves it when he bakes Pear cakes, one of her favorite treats.

Alrighty, with Cater, I will warn you ahead of time that there is Canon x OC content ahead, so if you don't want to hear it, I suggest you move on.

Cater basically fell in love with Rosia at first sight. He claimed that he reminded her of Roselia, the painting mentioned in the game. Of course, it took a while for Rosia to feel the same way about Cater, as she wasn't one normally for Romance.

During her first (2nd-year) year in NRC, she treated Cater like a brother. However, when she entered her third year, it wasn't long before she started to have some feelings for him.

Despite his phone addiction, she still found a way to like him. She does encourage Cater to take a few minutes away from his phone, but it doesn't always work. It doesn't bother her though, as he's pretty open about what he does.

Doesn't mind whenever he wants to post selfies of their activities.

When they announced they were dating, it took Trey holding Riddle back to keep him from beheading Cater on the spot. I mean, this is his cousin we're talking about XD

He eventually got used to it, with some help from Rosia.

Now onto the Idiot duo. Rosia refers to Ace and Deuce as the "Dorm Brothers" as to her, they have a pretty brotherly rivalry. Ergo "Dorm Brothers".

No matter how many times Ace tried to remind her that he had an older brother, Rosia is still pretty set on it.

She seems particularly worried about the mischief they get into. Not because of the dorm's reputation, but mostly because she doesn't want Riddle to bust a vein yelling at them.

Ace is rather annoyed by Rosia and her worrying but Deuce respects her a lot. Mostly because she's an upper-classman.

Savannaclaw Relations

Alright, let's move on to Savannaclaw. In general, Rosia tends to stay away from there, due to the unsavory nature of many of the Beastmen (not saying they're perverts but what do you expect from a bunch of rowdy delinquents?)

With Leona, Rosia doesn't like how lazy he is. She has come across him napping a few times or just slacking off in general.

She will scold him whenever he is overworking Ruggie or not respecting him. She doesn't even flinch whenever he yells back at her.

Her Secret: Whenever he gets into an unreasonable mood, she always imagines him as her aunt (Riddle's mother) and is able to stay calm, as opposed to crying or running away like some of the other girls have.

Leona always calls her the "Nagging Red-Head" and claims that she's worse then Riddle, which she doesn't care about.

For her, it's on sight and she won't hesitate to remind Leona to get his ass to class or even do more to help Ruggie. She dislikes Slackers in general and no insults are enough to get through to her.

With Ruggie, Rosia will not hesitate to help him if she sees that he needs it. Especially if it has to do with Leona. After all, whenever she sees the poor guy struggling, she can't help it.

Will sometimes give Ruggie homemade donuts made by Trey to help his mood. Even when Trey doesn't bake, Rosia will buy him some from the store or just any treat to ease his mind.

Will often offer advice on how to deal with Leona (based on personal experience) or tips on a system to help keep his room neater.

Ruggie sees her as an older sister (like a lot of the other students) and appreciates her efforts to help. Even if it doesn't look very manly, at least there's donuts in it.

Rosia is the same way with Taai, as she sees them both as one and the same.

Since Taai struggled with being the only girl in Savannaclaw and Leona rejected her as a member of the Magift Club, Rosia was more then happy to play a part in the Female Team.

Since then, Rosia is happy to see Taai more confident and will help if the situation calls for it.

With Jack, Rosia heard through the grapevine that he had a past with Vil and their friendship started when she started asking him for advice (reasons will become relevant later)

Jack has heard about her from Taai and Ruggie and even saw her helping students on occasion. Seeing her also scold trouble-making students for causing disturbances, even when they retaliated also bought his respect.

He respects her as an Upper-classman, a girl and even a disciplinarian (since he saw her from the incident earlier)

Rosia in turn is secretly in love with Jack's Fluffy tail. (It's Fuzzy! What can I say!!!??) One of her secret desires is to pet it one time, but she knows Jack wouldn't like it, so she refrains. After all, you gotta respect boundaries

Octavinelle Relations

Rosia is very well aware of the rumors surrounding the Azul and the Tweels and after seeing first-hand the experience that her fellow dorm members (such as Ace and Deuce) go through when they sign a contract, then she knows better then to fall into the same trap.

Azul sees her an a potential client (like he does with a lot of the students) and does his dangdest to get Rosia to sign a contract. Thankfully, the red-head is too smart for that.

He's kinda jealous of her Unique Magic and the effect it has on People. As such, he aspires to have that ability in order to calm agitated people into signing contracts (convincing, amirite?)

Sadly, he has to bide his time. After all, some Roses have Thorns

Jade simply respects Rosia and her choice not to sign a contract. After all, it's her loss.

He admires her ability to stay calm in difficult situations that most people would be freaking out in. He wondered at first if that was the same with all girls, but later experiences proved to be a no to his answer

Rosia in turn admires how stoic Jade can be and sometimes remarks that it's almost as if he is a butler (*cough* Sebastian *cough*).

Even though Azul has asked him to use his Unique Magic to try and get his hands on Rosia's deepest, darkest secret, he refuses. After all, he only gets one shot at using his U.M. If he were to use it on her, then it has to be something good.

With Floyd, Rosia is able to navigate his mood swings. Since her Unique Magic involves emotions, then this is right up her ally.

She is often very gentle whenever Floyd is in a good mood. Afterall, she'd be doing Azul and Jade a disservice if she upset him in any way. And besides, if Floyd is happy, then Riddle is happy (LOL)

Floyd finds some of the songs that she hums at times very cheerful and asks her to teach her some of the words, which she happily obliges to.

Helps his mood a great deal when he hums them while at work in the lounge, even if it confuses the shit out of Azul and Jade.

With Scylla, Rosia treats her like a little sister. She also makes sure to heck that Azul and the Tweels don't torture her in any way. After all, she's one of the younger students.

Rosia will also scold them if Scylla complains to her about working overtime, as she's not a huge fan of child labor laws.

Scylla likes hanging out in Heartslaybul and is already good friends with Deuce, so Rosia isn't surprised whenever she comes over.

Scarabia Relations

Rosia is generally very respectful of Students form Scarabia. She can relate to their problem-solving abilities and their knack for staying calm in hard situations.

With Kalim, the biggest ray of sunshine in this school, Rosia gets the impression that he's too pure for this world. Heck, she's surprised that he even got into NRC to begin with.

As much as she likes Kalim, she feels he's better off in RSA, since he doesn't even seem like the type of student to attend NRC. But she doesn't say anything out loud. It's partially out of worry for him and concern for Jamil.

Other then that, she is able to tolerate his extrovert nature and is able to keep up with his eager banter.

Kalim himself likes Rosia a lot and sees her like an older sister. He enjoys being around her and always listens whenever she gives him advice. Even if he forgets it half the time.

With Jamil, Rosia is able to sympathize with his position with Kalim. In her own way, she does worry and is willing to listen to him rant about his dislike of Kalim.

You would think that this makes her interacting with Kalim, hard, but it doesn't. Rosia is able to tell that these are only emotions Jamil is feeling and that's what's leading him to think about this. She fully supports his ambition to travel the world upon graduation.

Jamil won't admit it, but he appreciates Rosia worrying and always accepts her offers to take a step back to address his emotions to her.

With Shi and Amee, they see Rosia as an Obstacle. With their own ambitions on getting closer to Jamil and Kalim, they think that Rosia is trying to one-up them.

As such, they regard her with hostility and often avoid her at all chances. Mostly because she's an upper-classman and she could get them into trouble. Plus, they aren't always in the mood to hear her scold them.

With Sahara, Rosia often checks up on her, seeing as Sahara is related to Briar, who is a member of Trad. Dance club.

Even though it's for Briar, Sahara can get easily annoyed by Rosia's probing and asking. Even so, she doesn't hesitate to admit anything she is asked about, mostly because she's afraid Briar will come after her later.

Pomefiore Relations

With Pomefiore, Rosia is well-acquainted with many female students from that dorm, as some of them are in Trad. Dancing Club, or she's worked them on some of the projects Vil has asked her assistance on.

This is where Jack's advice on dealing with Vil comes in handy, as Vil and Rosia have a very love/hate relationship. Rosia isn't too keen on dealing with famous people. Mostly because popularity isn't something she's too into.

She does admire Vil's ability to act and perform, but his strict working style kinda puts her off. With him criticizing people left and right, she doesn't know how people are still confident afterwards.

Vil in turn has heard about Rosia and her calm nature. From afar, he doesn't think she's much to look at, but he has to admit she knows how to calm a room down.

When Trad. Dancing was struggling to find a place to meet, he was the one who stepped forward to offer Pomefiore's ballroom, but on one condition: That Rosia's club would assist the Movie Appreciation club when they needed extra people. After all, you can't go wrong when you hire dancers, amirite?

With Rook, Rosia is very very very wary. With some of the tales she's heard from Pomefiore girls, she's wondering what Rook's true motives are.

Even with Rook being polite with her, Rosia does her best to be polite, though she can't help but feel secretly unsettled.

Rook in turn admires Rosia for her level-headed nature. He often vocally admires her when he sees her say or do something. Vil sometimes questions whether he has a crush on her or not.

With Epel, Rosia worries about him a lot. After all, with Vil's strict nature and Rook's stalker tendencies, how has he not gone insane?

Epel does appreciate it when Rosia stands up for Vil and scolds him for all the tough things he's put him through. After all, you can't expect a country boy like Epel to know Fancy Folk talk.

Rosia doesn't stop Epel when he runs from his duties, but she doesn't help him either. In her opinion, it's out of her hands and she's not going to get involved.

With Annabelle, Rosia has worked alongside her when Trad. Dancing volunteers for Vil's Projects in his club. She's admires Annabelle's sewing skills and is open to learn so that she can fix torn clothes in Heartslaybul.

Annabelle likes Rosia as well and respects her an an upper-classman. She also secretly asks Rosia for dance lessons, as she is very clumsy when it comes to dancing and doesn't want to embarrass herself in front of her dormmates.

Unlike her younger sister, Danielle is a different case. Haughty and dismissive, Danielle often looks down on people she deems unfit to be students of NRC and Rosia just so happens to be one of those people.

Even with someone as crude as Danielle looking down on her, Rosia is still able to hold her own against her and even put her in her place a few times.

As such, Danielle dislikes her and tends to either avoid her, or talk crap about Rosia, even when she can't come up with any truthful dirt to spread on her.

Ignihyde Relations

Rosia doesn't talk much to any of the Ignihyde students, as they are normally shut away in their dorm and dislike any social interaction. While she can understand their case of social anxiety, she does worry about their health and mental well-being.

Rosia hardly interacts with Idia, but when she does, she makes it a point to ask how he's doing. Since Idia hardly makes any public appearances, even at dorm meetings, Rosia often finds herself playing messenger, delivering important papers that Riddle would like to give Idia if he didn't have a case of Anthropophobia (which he might have. I dunno???)

Idia himself sees her as a "Normie" as he often calls many other students. He wants to get annoyed at the fact that Rosia is even trying to interact with him, but with her Unique magic on sometimes, he just can't.

All he can do is resign himself to the fact that if you're not there in person, then a messenger is gonna come. So for now, he just puts up with Rosia's efforts and carries on with life.

Ortho is the only Ignihyde student that Rosia is close with. She adores him and is very sisterly to him whenever they cross paths.

Rosia can sympathize with Ortho's frustration over Idia and his refusal to leave his room. All she can do is explain that some people just don't like social interaction and that it's hard for them to deal with it.

Unlike what she does with other students, Rosia doesn't confront Idia, because she knows that it won't do any good. To her, it works on some people, but not on others. All she can do is just be polite and carry on.

With Clotho, Rosia worries greatly for her. Since Clotho came from an abusive household, Rosia understands all too well the troubles of strict parenting.

She's glad Laechesis is around to correct Clotho on behavioral issues, but will jump in and help if the Fate of the Past isn't around to help out.

Laechesis isn't around at School much, so Rosia has barely seen her, much less interacted with her. But the one or two times they have, Rosia is pleasantly surprised to see that she's not as introverted as her dorm members.

Laechesis in turn appreciates Rosia's help on Clotho and her issues, even if she doesn't show it.

With Atropes, Rosia knows her as Briar's younger sister. Not only that, but she pities the Fate of the Future because of all that she went through in the span of 2 years in NRC.

From getting your hair turned into some weird fiery form to getting both your legs melted off, it's a wonder that Atropes is still sane. If you can even call it that.

Rosia finds herself puzzled at Atropes' trolling nature. From Rickrolling the Academy to sending weird memes to random students, she doesn't understand it.

Atropes herself likes to keep Rosia guessing. After all, what fun is it if it's not trolling?

Diasomnia Relations

Like Ignihyde, Rosia hasn't seen much of Diasomnia, even of it's leader. But she's still respectful towards them, as she knows they are a feared dorm.

When Rosia first met Malleus, she could easily tell that with his Fae Heritage and reputation, he's one of the more famous students. As such, she's polite to him at every chance meeting.

She's not scared or put off by him, but she still gives him his space, as she can tell that he's often off in his own world, something she's learned not to disturb.

But when he's up to talk, she's happy to lend an ear. Even if it's him talking about gargoyles and his Gao Gao Dragon-kun. She thinks it's sweet that he's learning what it's like to live a high-school student.

Malleus in turn is also polite and very appreciative that Rosia doesn't fear him. He enjoys her company and thinks of her as a good friend.

Rosia has heard from Trey about Lilia and his strange tendencies. She's also heard... questionable rumors about his cooking from Briar.

From the few times they've met, Rosia is taken aback by Lilia's insistence that he is way older then her, despite his young appearance. But Fae are Fae, what do you expect?

Lilia himself finds himself intrigued by Rosia and her willingness to help and understand others. He's met a lot of people in his life, some of them like her, but everyone is different, and Rosia is no exception.

He will often talk his old man Shakespearian speech, something that Rosia finds herself amused by.

Rosia is often worried about Silver and his Narcolepsy. On the off-chance she sees him dozing off, she's quick to wake him up.

The red-head sometimes is surprised by seeing the little critters that gather around Silver and as such, she finds it adorable.

Silver, though he doesn't know Rosia very well, still respects her as an upper-classman. After all, Lilia taught him to respect his seniors.

Rosia knows Briar very well, as she's a member of her club, Trad. Dancing. As a result, the two of them are good mutual friends, despite the class and age difference.

Rosia is also amazed by Briar's ability to Irish dance, especially at a high speed.

Briar respects Rosia and often learns a lot from her as an upperclassman. She often comes to Rosia with problems that she needs advice on (some of which Lilia gives terrible advice on, no offense old man).

Sebek, as loud as he is, can often startle Rosia by his boisterous attitude. Since Rosia doesn't like yelling in general, she does her best to avoid the crocodile-man.

Even asking him to be quiet is a lot for her to handle and she just steers clear of him.

Sebek himself sometimes feels insulted that Rosia doesn't like interacting with him, but doesn't complain about it directly to her. Mostly out of respect for his seniors.

On the off-hand he complains to Briar or Silver, he's either met with silence (Silver fell asleep) or Briar scolding him and telling him to maybe shut up once in his life.

Staff

Since they're all teachers, Rosia respects them all to a T. However, some of the attitudes from some teachers are off-putting and try as hard as she might to be polite, she can't help but mentally die on the inside from some cases.

As much as she respects Crowley, Rosia can't help but feel irritated at his seldom unwillingness to act like a headmaster. She won't talk crap about him, but she won't exactly say good things either.

Rosia dislikes Vargas in general, partially because he doesn't exactly treat the girls as equally as the boys and also because she's horrified that he eats raw eggs (I mean, you're gonna get Salmonella, dude!)

Rosia likes and respects Crewel and wonders at times how he manages to stay sane in the midst of all the general disorder and chaos. Even in Alchemy, she wonders how he hasn't died from insanity yet.

Rosia is friendly with Sam and the two of them can find a lot to chat about. From the weather to whatever weird goods he's selling, the two of them have a great time just chatting it out.

Rosia has seen Trien in action and she's not exactly on board with his stern nature. Just seeing him drone on in class and unintentionally put students to sleep, along with harsh punishments, Rosia can understand why Annabelle wants little to do with her father. She also regards him as a grumpy cat woman (LOL)

Well, that's all for now! Next up is Taai Onheil so be on the lookout for that! Hope you liked my general headcanons on interactions, so with that, I'll see you in the next post!

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i'm curious, what are your top 10 favorite rinharu moments in high speed and high speed 2?? i love the books. i don't understand why people say is impossible to ship rinharu if you read them...

Lmao who are those “people”? As in multiple? And are they from Mars? I do not get this. You cannot be serious. You probably meant “impossible not to ship”?

I don’t know about top ten, I love all of their interractions tbh, they just remind me of my fav type of romance in general. I know what are my top 5 I think, but after that I love everything, so it’s hard to rate.

1. My absolutely favorite moment will forever be the one, where Rin describes the way he sees Haru in the water, I’m seriously forever in awe, because, I’ve read a lot of books, and like... even period dramas got nothing on Rin Matsuoka, when he describes the love of his life. I mean, seriously, find yourself a person who sees you the way Rin sees Haru lol

Rin felt like he was touched by the light, that surrounded him with warmth. He turned around to see Haruka, who was glowing. Shining. Haruka was shining with every strong and confident stroke that he made. The outstanding energy, emitted from him, surrounded Haruka with the dazzling light and Rin froze, unable to look away. Rin’s heart was beating so hard in his chest, that he forgot how to breathe. Haruka stole his heart. And the further away he got from him, the more distance grew between them, the more uneasy Rin felt, like he was losing the control over his emotions. He was possesed by Haruka’s shining. His strokes looked as if he was hugging the water, his leg movements were so effortless and so elegant, as if water herself was moving him to the finish line. But in all these deceptively smooth and unhurried motions were so much strength and power and such incredible speed, that all his opponents didn’t stand a chance. His swimming was that transcendent reality. He was like a bird dancing in the sky with its wings spread wide.”

Dude... I’m like... still speechless. I mean, and not just this, but everytime Rin talks about Haru, even when he jokes about his stupid habbits, you still feel that he finds him so beautiful, inside and outside, that it just makes my heart melt. 

2. When Aki tells Rin that if you put him and Haru together, you get a perfection. 

“That guy has no sense of humor. He should learn by watching me, don't you think?" Rin joked lightly.

Aki laughed a bit at his words. "It's true. Add the two of you together and divide by two, and it would be perfect."

But I mainly love that moment, because like... Aki starts telling him, that Haru is not what he's pretending to be (like for some idiots in the fandom who call him selfish, that was the explanation for them xD) and how everyone always want something from him, and he never asks for anything in return and doesn’t have anyone to lean on (yup that’s what I said all along, too, with Makoto’s dumb behavior in difficult situations, he’s on his own there lmao). And she waits for Rin to deny it or like be surprised, but it turned out that that’s exactly how Rin sees him and that he cracked him from the very beginning. BTW, here’s your addition to the ask about Rin loving Haru for who he is and seeing him for who he is. I’m just in love with that moment, because I’m happy that he just... not only he knows him, but bc he’s not one of those many idiots who just don’t get it.

"Nanase-kun seems like he can do anything all by himself, doesn't he? He's good at studying and sports and even art. He really can do anything, right? That's why everyone relies on him, but it would really be something for Nanase-kun to rely on anyone, wouldn't it?"

Rin certainly thought this was true. He had only just transferred, but the image that Rin had of Haruka was exactly that. But even if Haruka didn't have the will to go out and get involved with other people on his own, it wasn't like he was completely isolated. On the contrary, he was considered the most reliable person in their class, and when people relied on him, he always did his best to meet their expectations. This was the strange balance that people around Haruka had to maintain.

3. The one when Haru calls Rin by his name for the first time. And I honestly for some reason didn’t even realize that this moment was in the anime until my 3rd rewatch (lol), but, man, little Rin’s reaction is the most adorable ever. I cry.

4. When Gou meets Haru for the first time and immediately goes “ah so you’re Haruka Nanase, the one, who my brother talks about 24/7...‘Nanase is so cool, Nananse is so fast!’” and Rin just goes red lmfaaaaaooooo.

5. When Haru says that he feels the fever running through his body each time he just sees Rin, but he doesn’t understand what it means... ahem.... OH WELL

6. When Rin tells them he’s leaving and Haru gets absolutely furious and calls him a selfish jerk, but then he feels his legs giving out and he thinks that he needs to be in the water, but then he realizes, that for the first time in his life it won’t save him and he’s so lost and fucking crushed. "you can’t just mess up my whole life and leave me like that” and “this can’t be true, I can’t be this weak.” aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa fucking hellish angst... that mix of emotions was seriously hideous, at first he was so confused and in denial, he couldn’t even think, he literally went “who is leaving?” and then it just all blew up. Poor baby.

7. Just all the little moments, when Rin notices everything Haru does and falls in love a bit more each time. Like when Haru slowed down, when he saw that Nagisa is having troubles of keeping up with him.

Nagisa was earnestly trying to keep up with Haruka. If he kept up that pace, he wouldn't be able to run next to Haruka for the whole trip. That was how it had been yesterday. Nagisa's breath was coming short, and when Haruka saw him slow down a pace, he lightly turned his eyes downward. I guess that's as far as he goes.

A sigh mixed with Haruka's long breaths. Then, by just a tiny increment, Haruka let his pace slacken.

"Oh?" Rin said quietly. Haruka could almost hear him saying "You're so nice, Nanase," and he tsked inwardly. Nagisa caught up to him, smiling as if it hurt a bit. It looked like he'd lost the energy to keep talking.

Just cute, and they watched each other all the time, it’d be a bitch to count each one, but god, all of them were cute.

8. All the moments of Haru pulling Rin’s pigtails... hilarious, especially the RinRin one, but the funniest and my favorite was when Nagisa turned to Haru to ask him for a permision to call Rin Rin-Rin, like... all the rights to Rin belong to Haru and vice versa lmao I agree. “I’ll allow it” lolz shut it, Haru.

9. This moment: “Something happened inside of him that made Haruka incredibly angry, he was so pissed, that he didn’t even want to swim anymore. To think that someone like Rin could make him feel such powerful swirl of emotions and make him such a mess... he felt disgusted with himself.” Yeah, Haru, love is dat bitch when you’re 13 lol

10. The one where Haru whispers “sorry for making you feel that way” to Rin? The one where Rin’s grandma doesn’t want to go to see the relay, but then she suddenly does, when she finds out that her grandson’s future husband is in it? The “he at that moment realized that the only thing Rin was concerned about was Haruka” one? I don’t fucking know, you pick haha ANY MOMENT, ALL THE MOMENTS XD

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BUT in all seriousness, I do not get how you can love Makoharu after the novels. Like do people just ignore these moments:

“Haru waved Makoto off like an annoying fly”, “feeling annoyed by his obnoxious care, Haruka went right past him”, “feeling like Makoto’s smile could turn into tears any second now, Haru turned away and went to the showers” (fuck this shit I’m out lmao), “complitely ignoring him, Haru kept walking”.

??????? is this... does anyone find this amazing??????!!!!!!!!!!!

Or when Haru was literally fucking losing it, cause Makoto just repeated everything after him and how he just lost all the respect in that moment.

“I feel like I should also get into running.” Makoto said it as it was a joke, but Haru knew for sure that it wasn’t. More than that, he knew, that Makoto was going to ask him that ever since the moment he found out that Haru was running this morning. Haruka fel annoyed, because he couldn’t find the excuse to refuse him.

Or this moment:

“Makoto was late and Haruka didn’t have any reasons to wait for him. Makoto can catch up with him on the way, they’ll meet at the swimming club either way. For both of them it’ll be better, if Haru went by himself, than stood there and waited Makoto, slowly losing his temper.”

“Haruka felt uncomfortable, cause Makoto looked at him, as if was a weak”

Or this:

"Did you know I was going to come out here?" Even though he knew it was impossible, Makoto couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Nope."

"Then, why…" are you standing in a place like this?

"Watching the sunset."

and I can go on and on and on

and the fishies... oh my fucking god, the fishies

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I’m just saying, all these moments are not even funny. My point in all this, that like no matter how much Haru loves Makoto as a friend... or got used to him is what I personally think, I don’t think he’s ever gonna idk how to say this... respect him as a human being? admire him? And this whole situation... I just can’t appreciate such kind of relationships even in a friends way. 

1stly because Makoto’s behavior in general makes me have war flashbacks to some of my real life experiences (and yeah, I confess, it affected me and that’s why I don’t like his character a lot; because I don’t think many people know what it’s like to deal with these kind of people in general). 2ndly, cause Makoto fans keep trashing Haru and many call him selfish bc of the way he treats him, but what they don’t understand is that if it wasn’t for Haru being this harsh, Makoto would literally became even doormat-y than he is now (yes, it’s possible lmao). 

P.S. my favorite in the novels tbh is all the Haru “I’m surrounded by idiots” moments, like when they started to dig the frozen soil with little scrapes and he was looking at them like they’re morons and then just silently walked away and came back with a giant shovel... “if you keep doing this with your tiny scoopers, we’re gonna be here all night” and they then they just watched him as he did everything himself LMFAO I just love him so freaking much. I also think his relationship with Nagisa are incredible and so underrated, since it’s a huge and incredible part of the books. I just keep saying, Haru’d be an amazing dad, so I can’t wait for him and Rin to adopt xD

P.P.S. And what about the Free! novelization????!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA

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Hey! I love your opinions on the books :) I’m having trouble grasping some of the characterization of the book characters, so maybe you’d understand better xD. What would you say the main characters’ flaws are?

omg i love this... ok for context these “flaws” do not necessarily equate to “qualities that are bad to have, make them bad people, and need to be fixed” but rather “qualities that are their character flaws in the narrative and contribute to the story”:

main characters, like the main 4 characters:

geralt: geralt is defined by insecurity, self-doubt, and self-loathing which stems from him being abandoned by his biological mother when he was a child and becoming a witcher, which is a reviled profession and caste and makes others shun him and dislike his company. he is also affected by being a witcher because he is morally opposed to killing, but his job is to kill, so he carries a lot of inner guilt and more self-loathing from this. this cocktail of nsecurity manifests mostly in him leaving people who care about him a lot and need his presence, and also in him shunning the company of others who want and need to be with him (leaving and shunning are different in my opinion... in leaving, he’s already been with them for some time, in shunning, they are trying to join him). examples of this are things like leaving yennefer in a shard of ice, leaving ciri in the sword of destiny, and not wanting to accept dandelion, milva, regis, and cahir’s company in baptism of fire. he basically thinks that he can only bring misfortune and death to others, so by being around them, he puts them in danger... he’s self-isolating...

yennefer: yennefer is also defined by insecurity, but to her, she herself isn’t the source of peril - others are. because she suffered such horrible child abuse and really had no one to sincerely trust and form extremely close relationships with as she aged (sorcerers and sorceresses are infamous for their cattiness ... as we see with someone like sabrina, i feel like her life on thanedd island was more like a bad high school experience rather than a good one. thus, yennefer is hesitant to truly let people into her life, because she doesn’t want to be hurt. she has “a heart of ice” - of course, not really - it can be “melted,” so to speak, but she’s “frozen” it to protect herself. she as a sorceress also experiences some antagonization (and she can’t even often find comradery in her colleagues unlike geralt who can go back to his brothers at kaer morhen), so she’s kind of stuck. i would say both geralt and yennefer also suffer from a little immaturity, especially regarding their relationship, because they’ve just simply never really had a relationship like theirs before and so it’s difficult to understand how to make it work past the honeymoon stage.

dandelion: dandelion’s flaws are that he has no flaws ... or so that he’d like to think. it’s important to separate character flaws from generally looked down upon qualities when it comes to dandelion. he’s filled with qualities that are less than desirable in a person, but are comical to the reader: he’s a glutton, he’s lecherous, he’s arrogant, he’s liable to spend all of his money on beers and new clothes than paying rent (if he had... a place he rented). as geralt says in a little sacrifice, he’s a whoreson, a cynic, a lecher, and a liar. a more neutral way to summarize dandelion is that he seeks to maximize pleasure and minimize pain, he’s a hedonist. which isn’t of course necessarily a bad thing. earthly pleasures, those of food, alcohol, sex, dancing, entertainment, music, art, literature... it’s extremely human. and to avoid violence, killing, and death is only smart when you’re not skilled in those aspects. so, his love of pleasure is not really a flaw... more of just a neutral trait. his arrogance and raptness to make fun is one main character flaw, in the sense that he’s liable to go too far when he makes jokes. he gets into trouble mainly by teasing people so much until they get aggressive and want to strangle the life out of him. he gets torque to attack him and geralt in the edge of the world for precisely this reason, and he gets the foresters in four pines before a little sacrifice to attack him and geralt for this reason, too. this is classed as arrogance because he’s so self-absorbed that he doesn’t recognize the other person fantasizing about cutting his head off. he’s impulsive as well, which gets him into trouble with things like opening the amphora of the djinn. his other character flaw is flightiness, noncommitaliality, the inability to stay grounded or loyal. he develops over the course of the series in regards to this, as every main character does in regard to their character flaws. but the other way he gets into trouble is by cheating on his partners, cucking the partners of his partners, not upholding promises (not paying bills) ... he really just does what he wants and what he wants seems to change every day (asides from singing and writing poetry). this flaw gets him into trouble with mainly the women he cheats on or the men angered by him cucking them... as with vespula in eternal flame, and the duke and duchess of toussaint...

ciri: ciri has a few character flaws which develop with her over time. the first character flaw for ciri is arrogance. she immediately demonstrates this to geralt in the sword of destiny when she states that she is a princess and that she’ll have him beheaded... she believes that she deserves the very best and that no one could take her down, and this comes into play later when she joins the rats and bonhart starts on their trail. in her time with the rats, she actually does allude to her rank as a princess when she demands a jeweled brooch off of a girl, saying that they, as the wife and daughter of a baron, have no right to deny her what she wants. the second character flaw is vengeance, which i suppose is related to her arrogance. she becomes obsessed with getting vengeance for being abandoned by not only her parents, but her morals and virtues which she had ascribed so much to. when those leave her, she seeks illogical vengeance by cutting down innocents. then, she wants vengeance for mistle and the rats, as well as the way she was treated. this vengeance isn’t wrong, but it begins to consume her. by the end of the series, she learns how to control her thirst for vengeance and she gets her retribution.

hansa members because i like analyzing them too:

milva: milva suffers from insecurities related to her circumstance - from being a peasant woman. this mainly shows itself during her talk with geralt in baptism of fire, when she is torn up about being pregnant and tells geralt that even though he had thought different, it turns out that she’s no good for anything, “a typical bloody woman.” she has a lot of issues compiled from how she was raised and treated in her society which present themselves in insecurity, which she desperately tries to make up for through showing off her great skill. she feels like she has to compensate for being a woman and for not being educated, that she has to earn her place amongst the company or others, when it’s simply not the case sometimes in which she is loved just for being herself. milva is also quick to anger and impulsive, but these are not really flaws for her, they’re more neutral in relation to her character, they don’t really hurt her or others at all throughout the books...

regis: arrogance. i know i already said arrogance for dandelion and for ciri, but regis also has arrogance, and all of their types arrogance express themselves differently. dandelion suffers from arrogance in the way that he lacks self-awareness, that others might not love him as much as he thinks they do. ciri suffers from arrogance in that she feels the universe owes her. regis suffers from arrogance in that he thinks he’s always right. regis does demonstrate modesty and humility in the books, because of course he does, he’s been working on this same character flaw for 4 centuries, so i hope he’s improved on it somewhat. but he is still affected by the same character flaw which got him killed a century ago, which is that he believes he’s right and no one can take him down. in baptism of fire, tower of the swallow, and lady of the lake, he gives geralt some pretty stupid advice on various occassions, but he’s completely assured as to his own accuracy, so that he never actually intends to lead him astray, but just doesn’t think maybe he could be wrong. he advises geralt to pass through ygsith, which, if they did so, would have been incredibly dangerous. he advises geralt to go speak to the druids, who don’t help them at all and actually hurt them instead. and he dismisses ciri’s horse tracks on the sansretour pass, thinking that they’re unremarkable. in all of these times, he was wrong, but he never entertained that idea. his arrogance also demonstrates itself during conversation as he tends to speak like “a sage instructing small children” and interrupt people before they finish asking their questions, with the answers to their questions as well as the answers to their next questions. he’s always-omniscient. which he really isn’t, because he can’t possibly be. but he adopts the manner of acting like it, and that’s a flaw because it’s dangerous. his arrogance also leads him to impulsitivity and violence, especially when combined with when he is drunk. during the assault on castle stygga, he says that he thinks he could lay waste to the entire castle. he dies due to his arrogance - he could have chosen any other way of strategy to kill vilgefortz, but he chose to immediately rush him after swiping his face with his claws in flight. he should have bewared, but he thought he could kill him immediately because he was so assured of his powers.

cahir: cahir is an idealist and loyal to the point of detriment. he believed in imperialist doctrine for a great portion of his life, or rather was persuaded into at least following what imperialist doctrine wished for him to become, to please his family and the expectations set for him. he believes that he was doing the right thing, that he would bring honor to his family, even when he was sent to do something like kidnap a little girl. even though he thought the order was strange, he wanted the honor for his family, because he is loyal to them, more than anything. his idealism and loyalty also affect him once he joins the company. the fact that geralt told him to fuck off but he followed the company from a distance anyways, for miles, demonstrates his loyalty and his propensity to follow. he was guided by his ideals of setting things right with ciri. and he was guided by these ideals, unable to recognize the dangers surrounding him, right into stygga and towards bonhart’s blade.

angouleme: angouleme is a teenager. enough said... she is impulsive, violent... she gets the least screentime of all of the hansa so her true colors didn’t really get to show themselves as she didn’t get a lot of deep character development, but from my own ideas about her, i feel that she suffers from low self esteem due to the circumstances of her birth and is prone to distractions in the form of detriments. she agrees with the practices of crime and banditry because she was never told that she could ever aspire to anything better. she’s careless, she is quick with her knife, tongue, and powder, because she struggles to focus on the situation that is her entire life. she doesn’t want to face the hand that life has dealt her, so she makes the best of it by surviving and having fun when she can. i feel like her low self esteem affects her in that she doesn’t believe others can truly want to love and protect her, so that she is always looking out for herself and doesn’t accept goodwill for its face value. 

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Syncytium - Chapter 6

Title: Blackbird Words: 27,440 (no, you did not read that incorrectly; ha) Rating: T

Fan Fiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13712482/6/Syncytium

I am always going to highly recommend the Fan Fiction link, as it retains all of the accentuated words. I will also be uploading this to AO3 soon. Yes, I know it’s... very long. XD

October 20th, 1993 - 11:23 AM

A starling piped out its little laughing call on the autumn air, a light breeze carrying its song throughout the campus of A.C.M.E. Arts and Sciences. Occasionally, it tickled the ears of a student peppered here and there, sitting by a fountain or under a tree. Sometimes it wandered far enough to whistle past an open door and into the hallways of the university. Olivia, on her way to deliver another message, caught it near the entrance and whistled back, smiling. Basil, passing by Olivia, chuckled as he shuffled through a band of papers clutched in his long-fingered hands, an all-too-familiar tune escaping from his lips: the Gilligan's Island theme song. He couldn't help it. It just got lodged in his throat now whenever he saw Olivia. The tune traveled, Basil passing it to Mrs. Frisby... who passed it to Teresa on her way to Mathematics class... who tossed it to Bernard and Bianca... who finally threw it off to Flaversham, who took it with him into his office. Music made merry in the mornings throughout Acme, but there was one individual who took it upon himself to sing a slightly different tune...

In Room 319, paused at the finale of that day's science lecture, spewed a cavalcade of obscenities.

"How in the name of Isaac Newton do you COMPLETE dimwitted modicums NOT know the basics of the Pythagorean Theorem?!"

Sweat dripped from students' brows and paws as Globetrotter yelled at the top of his lungs. A couple of sophomores could barely keep their eyes open, cheeks propped up on their fists; they'd heard it all before. Mouse boy with the note pad was scribbling feverishly, his tongue between his teeth. 'Dimwitted modicums'. This was gold.

"Do I have to do everything myself?!"

Heaving an excessively prodigious sigh, Globetrotter stood up from his chair (which made a loud vrrrrrrr sound as it scooted back across the hard wood floor), shifted over to one side of his desk, rubbed at his temple for a moment, and offered his dreaded invitation:

"Ms. Mayhew. Would you kindly step up to the blackboard?"

Every eye in the room turned to a skinny, pointy-nosed mouse with auburn hair and a lacy blue outfit. She looked positively terrified and turned helplessly to those around her. All she received was pitying stares in return. Gadget looked shocked.

"I'm waiting, Ms. Mayhew."

With a large gulp, the girl slowly shook her way up from her desk, eyes transfixed on Globetrotter, and took a chance.

"S-S-Sir, I-"

"ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME WAIT HERE, OR WILL YOU KINDLY DO THE HONOR OF ACKNOWLEDGING MY REQUEST?!"

Without another word, little Ms. Mayhew flew down to the front, practically tripping over herself on the way down. She stopped in front of Globetrotter, resolute, eyes wide. Her tail was trembling something horrible. So were her knees. So was... all of her, really. Every soul in the room knew what she was thinking. Why me?

"Thank you," bit Globetrotter, frowning deeply at her as he grabbed a very long, very wooden stick leaning against the blackboard and pointed sharply to an equation written upon it in thick white chalk. "Now, would you mind telling me what this says?"

The girl mouse stared up at the equation, covertly slipping another gulp as best she could down her throat. How she wished she hadn't worn her nice dress today. It was getting terribly soaked from all the sweat.

"Ahem!" Globetrotter coughed, mockingly.

"A-uhm...," stumbled the girl.

She knew what the equation was - could solve it in her sleep, in fact. But the harsh reality of the course was that even the sharpest of tacks turned into melted brass at the sight of an angry Globetrotter. Since its inception, most every class he'd taught had been filled to the brim with bright and eager pupils, yet all he saw were a bunch of dunces, born of his own blindness.

"I'm waiting..."

She swallowed again.

"Well, um... t-t-the equation clearly s-states that fourteen for 'b'... I-I mean 'c', divi-... um... i-is, I mean, equal to the-"

"Ms. Mayhew, are you insinuating that you cannot even solve for something as trivial as this?"

"N-No! I mean, I can... i-it's jus-"

"Perhaps my class is too difficult for you, is that it? Perhaps you should have been held back a semester?"

At this, the girl frowned. Timid she may have been, but stupid she absolutely was not.

"M-Mr. Globetrotter, I actually a-"

"Then I suppose it wouldn't be terribly out of the question if I assigned extra homework for you all mid-semester?"

"NO!" was the resounding reply by a fair number of students.

Almost all of them were glaring daggers at Globetrotter, not only for his harsh treatment of a fellow classmate, but also for the unfairness at hand. More homework? Already they'd been given three assignments in Algebra 1 alone, on top of all the other papers due in other courses. Even for Globetrotter, to slap on yet another was excessive.

Globetrotter simply smirked.

"Good," he said. "Then I expect it promptly tomorrow night. Dismissed!"

"Tomorrow night?!" snapped a boy hamster at the very back of the class. "But we're already working on our other assignments!"

"Dismissed!"

Slowly, they all began to file out, groaning. Ms. Mayhew still stood by the blackboard, fighting back tears as Gadget came up to her side and threw an arm around her comfortingly.

"Come on," she whispered, shuffling her out the door. "You didn't deserve that mess."

She threw a deathly stare at their teacher on the way out, one he didn't notice; he was too busy straightening papers. She wasn't the only one. Several students were privately, albeit facetiously, plotting Globetrotter's death, and even note-taking guy shiftily stuck his tongue out at Globetrotter on his trek to the door.

Outside, Teresa had just arrived to tentatively take a seat by Room 319. She jumped as the door banged open. It was a mad dash between the students to get out the door as quickly as possible without making it seem like they were rushing - the sound of shuffling was so prevalent, and the atmosphere so electric, that Teresa was surprised there wasn't static shock bouncing off of them as they went despite the floor not being carpeted.

Poor Ms. Mayhew came last of all, Gadget still comforting her gently, and they lingered by the wall where Teresa sat. She stood up, concerned, a pile of books clutched in her arms.

"What happened?"

"Pen got the Global Treatment," explained Gadget, disdain still painted all over her face.

"What?!"

"H-He said I was stupid!" Penelope Mayhew lamented, rubbing at her eyes and sniffing heavily.

"He did not."

"He did," said Gadget. "My laser wrench is almost complete. I'd like to give it a try on him."

Frowning, Teresa set down her books, took Penelope's paws in hers, and gave her a good, long look.

"Penelope? Don't let what he says change you, okay? You're not stupid and you're not unworthy. We love you just the way you are. Okay?"

At the word "just" she gave her hands a little shake - firmly; definitively. This seemed to cheer Penelope up a bit. Sniffing once more, she gave a nervous little chuckle, smiled, and wiped more tears from her eyes.

"Thanks, Teresa," Pen choked out.

"Anytime."

"Thank you, too, Gadget."

"Hey, we've got your back, girl. Sorry I didn't take the bullet for you back there... I should've said something," admitted Gadget, hanging her head a little.

"Oh no. It's okay. I wouldn't have wanted you to get in trouble either..."

All three girls exchanged smiles.

"I... guess I'd better get going," said Penelope. "Thanks, guys."

"Bye, Pen," Teresa said, wiggling her fingers at her in farewell before bending down to pick up her books.

"Bye, 'Resa," Gadget replied, making to follow Penelope. Mid-way, however, she stopped and turned. "Oh. By the way, have you seen Maise' lately?"

Teresa shook her head.

"Me neither... She skipped class the last four days."

"Doesn't she have a brother?" asked Teresa.

Gadget nodded as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah. We haven't seen him around either..."

They both stood in awkward silence for a moment.

"Well, um, I'll see you later...?" inquired Teresa.

"Yeah... Have a good class," wished Gadget, crossing her fingers.

"Thanks," chuckled Teresa nervously, sighing as she entered Globetrotter's classroom.

The first thing that hit Olivia upon entering the despised teacher's scholastic abode... was the smell. She slapped a delicate pink paw over her nose in disgust, trying her best not to cough violently at the sudden inhalation of smoke. Globetrotter's eyes popped at the sight of her, and she barely had time to catch the fancy 'Sherman' script on a small black box resting on the table before the science teacher quickly swiped it from the desk and stuck it haphazardly into a drawer. Despite the rancid odor permeating the air, Teresa had to stifle a chuckle, for the look on Globetrotter's face, all puffy cheeks and shocked expression, made him look quite comical. He seemed half-way between deciding whether or not to swallow what he'd already inhaled... before opting to simply own up to being caught red-handed and letting out the smoke in one long, drawn out blow.

Biting her lip, Teresa shuffled as quietly as she could into the very back row and opened up on her book on Calculus, doing her best to ignore the tickling exhaust playing about her nostrils. She waved it off.

"You're early...," breathed Globetrotter, his feet propped pretentiously up on the table. He sounded altogether embarrassed and conceited, like a celebrity ordering fries at a McDonald's.

"I didn't know you smoked," stated Teresa shyly, but bluntly.

Globetrotter didn't answer right away. Taking another long draft, he blew out the remains of his ex-addiction before putting out the light and throwing the butt into the trash can.

"Old habit," he coughed, leaning back into his chair and staring off into space pensively.

Another pause followed. Flip went a page of Teresa's book.

"It's not good for you," she said softly, sounding... almost annoyed.

"If I wanted your opinion I would've asked for it," came Globetrotter's sharp retort.

Teresa sunk into her seat.

"Sorry..."

Globetrotter huffed, leaning further back into his chair with a creeeaaak that echoed off the walls. He'd have to get that oiled...

Privately, he knew she was right. Teresa was right about a lot of things. Not that he would outwardly admit to it. There was a reason why she was slightly more bold about pointing out his faults - she was one of his best students and she knew it. But she also knew that his fuse was short, and so still feared him to at least a moderate degree. Globetrotter was proud of this. He liked being in control, of instilling respect and obedience into the hearts of all who dared cross him. It made him feel powerful; influential; appreciated, even if in a notorious sense. Everyone hated him, but they also venerated him. No one would dare cross Globetrotter without good reason, save for, perhaps, Snowball, and for this he gladly took the unpopularity hit. After all, was that not what life was all about? Being respected? Going down in history as someone who was knowledgeable and talented in their craft? Stardom be darned. If he was going to be adored, it would be for his work, not his charity. For what was one's pitiful existence except to try and make a living best for oneself and no one else's? Life was a rat race, full of people who didn't care, and he intended to stay at the front of the line.

Flip... Flip...

As Teresa sifted through her tome, the shuffling of the pages brought to Globetrotter's mind a memory, far suppressed...

\\\

"What's this?" strolled the sharp tongue of a tall, female mouse. The less-than-exemplary grades revealed themselves most distastefully as she flipped up the page of teacher's notes, her nose turning up with it in disgust.

"Umm... M-Mrs. Taft said I could retake the class i-if I complete an extra assignment this seme-"

But the young boy mouse, hands shyly tucked behind his back and feet shifting unsteadily, was cut short.

"You expect me to believe this? That you can't pass a simple math class?"

"I-I..."

"What is this, Brian?"

"I... I-I..."

"BRIAN, LOOK AT YOUR MOTHER WHEN SHE'S TALKING TO YOU!"

Slowly, hesitantly, two glossy little crimson-tinted eyes peered up into salmon pink ones.

The mother sighed.

"As far as I am concerned, this is unacceptable. You will complete the assignment and retake the class as ordered. Your father will be alerted when he gets home. He will decide the punishment."

And she left, leaving him alone, shaking, in his room, all too aware of the laughter ringing outside his bedroom window - a reminder of which of the neighborhood children were allowed happiness... and which were not.

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Globetrotter stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. Lost to time.

"... Globetrotter...?"

Yes. That's what life was all about. Success. Legacy. No room for failure. No permission for error. He was used to hate, and so it bothered him not. No. It bothered him not...

He sighed.

"Mr. Globetrotter...?"

He didn't matter. Didn't matter. And that was okay. That was okay...

"Mr. Globetrotter!"

He jumped.

Teresa was staring at him from across the desk, concern etched deeply into every nook and cranny of her face.

Globetrotter sat up sharply, only then realizing that something was... off. He touched his cheek. Oh, crap.

"Are you okay?" Teresa pressed.

To cry at all was an act of weakness; deficiency. To be caught crying in public was downright mortifying.

He stared at her, shocked. She waited. For what? An answer...? His admittance?

"Get out...," he whispered, deadly.

"B-But, I..."

"GET OUT!"

She ran. Out of the room, into the hallway, slamming the door behind her.

Globetrotter was left to pant at his desk, chest heaving heavily as he buried his face in his hands... and cried.

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11:35 AM

Teresa sprinted as fast as she could, around a corner, down another stretch of hallway, and all the way to room 210. She knocked frantically. Even though she knew he wasn't always in this early, she hammered at the door for dear life. And amazingly, blessedly, it opened.

"Teresa?" queried Pinky, tilting his head confusedly.

Teresa said nothing, but simply threw her arms around him and started sobbing.

"Teresa!"

"M-Mr. Pinky! I-I...!"

"Ohhhhhh. Shhhh. It's all right! It's all right," cooed the Trozologist, returning the embrace in kind and petting Teresa's light brown fur comfortingly. "Come inside, love. We make you a pot of tea."

They stepped inside his office.

Compared to the first day Ronald Pinkus had set foot in A.C.M.E. Arts and Sciences, Room 210 was nigh unrecognizable. All but one empty box had been replaced with quaint little side tables, bookshelves, a soft gray couch, and various lamps and knick knacks that added color and flavor throughout the small classroom. The linoleum flooring had been replaced with threadbare carpeting, complete with a rug here and there. He'd left up the beach posters and complemented them with a sizable fish tank complete with tiny minnow. A wee brass plaque stuck to the tank near its bottom read: Jerry. On the teacher's desk sat the usual bits and bobs: a picture of Pinkus's family, some snacks, a couple of Newton's Cradles, and a green 70's lamp. The latest edition was an electric coffee pot, which was currently boiling water.

Teresa took a seat on the couch at Pinky's request, wiping at her eyes with a tissue he'd procured for her.

"Now, you sit right there! I'll be right with you with your tea!" said the friendly teacher, rushing over to his desk and quickly whipping out from one of the drawers a white mug with a 'Sonoma Theatre' company label on it and a tea bag.

As Pinky busied himself with the tea, Teresa, sniffing, gazed about the room.

There wasn't anything particularly surprising to her about it at this point, save for the coffee pot. She'd been in here more times than she could count by this point, and had, as such, seen its transition from humble classroom to house-maker's cottage. It was amazing how much the room felt like a home - save for the stale ceiling lights, chalkboard, and rolling tv, one would never know they were in a school. Even the smell of it was more reminiscent of one's grandmother's cottage than a dusty classroom. Their teacher had clearly tried to hide all traces of it being in a university as much as possible.

She looked around some more. Yes, everything else was the same.

Well... no, actually. Not quite.

"Mr. Pinky...?" Teresa asked, letting in another loud sniff.

"Hmm?"

"W-What's that?"

Pinky looked in the direction Teresa was pointing.

In the farthest corner of the room, next to a trash can and some stacked chairs, sat a tall cabinet with rows and rows of colorful drawers, each with a label on them. Although she couldn't read them from here, Teresa guessed they listed such names as 'Olivia', 'Timothy', 'Marvell', and 'Red', for over the course of the last month Pinky's class had begun to not only attract Olivia's friends, but also actual students at the university. Some had finally decided to take the plunge and found it to be more than worth it. She wondered if her name was on there somewhere.

"Oh! That's our new student cabinet!" Pinky answered happily, walking over to Teresa with a hot mug of tea in hand. He was stirring something into it. Honey, perhaps?

"Thank you," said Teresa, as he handed the cup to her. "So... those are all for us?"

"Mmhm! Fresh out of the box!" exclaimed Pinky, sitting down next to her.

"What's in them?"

"Oh, just little treats for you all. And it's a space to put your things in when you visit!"

"Really...?"

"Absolutely! Narf! And if you're extra good you might find a little prize in there now and again," said he, giving her a wink.

Teresa smiled. She couldn't help but smile. Ronald Pinkus couldn't be any kinder if he'd tried. In her opinion, he was the best teacher she'd ever known, and she'd known a lot of teachers.

"You're wonderful, Mr. Pinky," whispered Teresa, leaning her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes.

"Awwwww. Not as wonderful as you all! I'm truly grateful to have you as my students," he whispered softly back, an arm coming around to pull Teresa in for a hug, and he meant it.

"Oh, gracious! Look at the time!" Pinky blurted out, jumping back a little. Teresa's eyes popped open as she looked up at the clock. It said '11:51'. "Don't you have class in nine minutes?"

"Oh. A-A-Actually, it's not 'til one," admitted Teresa, standing up to smooth out her dress with one hand, the cup of tea in the other. "I just like to get to Globetrotter's classes early sometimes so I can study in peace."

"Mmm. Quiet in there, is it?" Pinky asked, crossing his legs as Teresa took a sip of what turned out to be peppermint, complete with honey. Delicious.

"Mmhm. I don't like him... really. And I came into class a bit too early today, but..."

She went silent for a moment, contemplating her tea.

"What is it?" inquired her teacher, looking concerned.

"Well... He... He seemed a bit... sad today."

"Sad?"

"He was crying, actually."

"Oh dear. Poit. What over, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm... not sure. But he was so upset that I caught him crying that he screamed at me to leave, so I did."

Pinky thought about this for a moment. For once, he didn't answer with a chipper response or a hearty smile. Instead, he appeared quite pensive, deep in contemplation. His brows were creased and his eyes shifted a little as he stared at the floor, as if recalling an old memory long forgotten. So lost was he to time that time... he forgot.

"Mr. Pinky...?"

He looked up, blinking.

"Are you all right?"

"Oh. Y-Yes! Yes, I'm fine."

Teresa was not convinced, but didn't press the matter further.

"Okay."

She took another sip of tea and set the mug on the table.

"Well, I... probably should get going for lunch. Thank you for the tea."

"Oh, of... of course! Come back any time, okay? If you'd ever like to study in peace, you're always welcome to come here in the mornings," offered Pinky, hope dancing playfully across his tone.

Teresa nodded. She opened the door, sighed, and turned back to look at the Trozologist.

"Mr. Pinky?"

"Hm?"

"Could you please talk to Mr. Globetrotter? He's not all bad. I think he just needs a friend."

Pinky smiled.

"Will do, Teresa."

Grinning, she left. Only then did Pinky let out the heavy sigh he'd been holding in. He stared at the back of his family's portrait, expression etched with worry. Why had that memory come up? That had been a bad one. Not at all fun-fun, silly willy. If he was going to serve his students with a smile he'd better learn to repress those thoughts a bit better.

Sighing, he stood up, arched his back, and downed the rest of the tea Teresa hadn't finished in several swift gulps. After that flashback, he needed it.

/\/\/\/\/\/\

4:08 PM

A long-fingered paw dug one of its fine-tipped nails into a divot in the rotary phone, pulling at it with great finesse. Then another. Then another.

A pause.

An opposite paw drummed its digits on the ebony surface of a desk, counting the seconds.

Four... five... six...

"Pick up, my dear," breathed out a sinister voice, its sweet, sing-song tone only coating what lied beneath.

A click.

"Hello?" came a feminine response, vivacious, piercing, and absolutely drenched in an accent that could only be described as "straight from the streets of Brooklyn".

"Billie! How are you?" greeted Snowball, in an almost mockingly chipper tone.

"What do you want, Bally?"

Snowball frowned.

"You know I don't like it when you call me that."

"Hmph. Be glad I don't call you anything worse. What do you want? I'm in the middle of a perm!"

"Then I'll keep it extra brief," the hamster said, rolling his eyes. As if he wanted to stay on with this floozy. "What would you say to a little party around, say, ohhhhhh, Halloween? Saturday on the thirtieth. Adults only, of course. Strictly professional."

"And why would I care about that? You know those old school parties are terribly dull! Besides, I thought you banned them?"

"I had a change of heart. Also, this one is a costume party, my dear. And I promise I won't invite any... mmm... problematic friends this time."

"You sure...? 'Cause last time you said Finnigan wasn't going to be there and guess who showed up! Making me look all embarrassed and everything, and right when I was meeting someone nice, too! And then there was the other time you set me up with someone you said was 'just perfect' for me, you said. 'Just perfect! Absolute smash'! He was a smash, all right. Smashed me right into the punch bowl! And then there wa-"

"All right, all right. I get the point," groaned Snowball, rubbing at his temple. He knew he'd hate this conversation, but he reminded himself that it would all be worth it in the end. "I promise that there will be no flim flams, no set ups, and no... errrrm... punch bowl incidents."

"You sure...?"

"Cross my heart, my dear. I'll even send a cab to pick you up."

There was silence on the other end for a spell, as if the she-mouse was heavily thinking it over.

"What's the catch?"

"Catch? There is no 'catch', my dear! I only wish to pay you back for that time you got me out of a sticky spot, is all. No catch! Just friendly reimbursement."

"Well... Okay. But you better not be having anything up your sleeve!" trilled the she-mouse.

"Oh, my dear," came the smooth tones of the principal, as he stood up from his chair, made for his office door, and peeked through a long stretch of blinds hanging upon it. As it happened, Globetrotter was rushing down the hallway and into a bathroom right at that moment. Snowball smirked. "If there is anything up my sleeve, it is nothing worth pondering."

/\/\/\/\/\/\

7:48 PM

Pinky rushed down the stairs to the basement, nearly tripping over his long tail.

He was late. Usually, he met up with Brian promptly at 7:30, but Olivia had found it of extra importance to give a run-down of every little detail involving her Halloween party, which, she'd reminded him repeatedly, was sure to be at least a hundred times more fun than the adult one. Normally, Pinky wouldn't have minded, but her timing was not particularly favorable.

The lanky professor straightened out his half-moon glasses, which were askew, as he reached the bottom, smoothing out his long, tea-stained lab coat, something that proved a bit difficult seeing how his arms were filled to the brim with all kinds of party supplies: bows, ribbons, wrapping paper, streamers, disposable cups, plates, utensils, and napkins, along with a latex balloon or two (fully blown, of course).

Skidding slightly down the hallway, he shuffled hastily past the elevator and knocked frantically against an empty stretch of gray wall which, he knew, housed behind it a long-brewed secret. In his panic, he'd forgotten that Globetrotter had installed a little hidden doorbell for him a week ago (he'd grown tired of the knocking; besides, it was more practical), and he knew that using the scan pad was of no use - Brian still didn't completely trust him. Huffing and panting, he yelled at the blank wall.

"Brain! I'm here! Oh, please open up." This last line he muttered to himself, dancing about on his tippy toes anxiously. "Please, Mr. Globetrotter! I'm sorry I'm late!"

In response, a door did open, but not the one he expected.

Pinky turned swiftly around as the elevator doors slid apart to reveal a woozy-looking Globetrotter. He wobbled a bit as he stepped off the contraption, taking a moment to lean against the wall, his eyes unfocused.

"Brain! Are you okay?!" Pinky asked, rushing over to him, balloons bopping about, a paper cup slipping out of his grasp to fall, clattering, to the floor.

Globetrotter stared up at Pinky; or, at least, he tried to. His mouth was slightly agape and he seemed to be having trouble focusing on the subject in front of him. In an attempt to ground himself on... something, he settled for gazing into the mouse's bright cerulean orbs. Gracious, they were blue. For some reason, this seemed to help.

"Yes, Pinky. I'm f-fine..," Brian hiccuped, steadying himself.

"You know, you really should see the doctor about that," mused Pinky, concerned.

"I'll be fine. The pills should.. -hic- .. 'elp."

Pinky frowned, not entirely convinced, as Globetrotter made for the scan pad and sloppily pressed his left paw upon it. It scanned him twice, beeped satisfactorily, and admitted them entrance into the laboratory. Pinky trotted in after Brian, the wall sliding closed behind them.

Not much had changed in the two weeks since Pinky had toppled headfirst into Globetrotter's secret hideout. The shelves were still mahogany, the potions still bubbled, and the mysterious contraption in the back of the room remained as cryptic as ever (Brian refused to tell him exactly what it was). Globetrotter had acquired a few more bits and bobs since, some of them courtesy of Pinky, including a box of peppermint tea (now half-way full) and a VHS of Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan, both of which, Brian discovered, he'd liked.

Globetrotter collapsed into his desk chair, undoing his belt despite there being a visitor present. Along with his condition had come an onset of gas and bloating every now and again. He felt like he was becoming a living experiment, and he hated every minute of it. Grabbing a small, orange, translucent bottle, Brian screwed off the cap, haphazardly knocked a couple of pills into an open paw, and tossed them into his mouth, swallowing them dry. One of the pills from the bottle fell to the floor.

"Oh! I've got it, Brain!" Pinky offered, ducking down to try and pick up the pill... and failing royally.

"For the last time, it's Brian," said Brian. "And wouldn't it be more efficacious for you to put down your haul first and then pick up the pill?"

"Zort! Good idea, Brain! Er... I mean Brian! Ha-ha!"

"You are such an idiot...," Globetrotter muttered, rolling his eyes as Pinky dumped his armful of stuff onto the floor, retrieved the pill, and inserted it back into the bottle. "Thank you," mumbled the stout little mouse, screwing the lid back on and replacing it on the desk.

"No problem!" saluted Pinky, returning to his haul.

Globetrotter turned his computer chair a touch, frowning at the collection of party goods. It seemed that Pinky wished to add a few more knick knacks to his treasure trove. Not that he particularly minded the dim-witted lank bringing stuff in; occasionally, he proved to have... some sort of taste. But this seemed excessive. And there were a lot of yellows. And pinks.

"Pinky, what is this?"

"What is what?" Pinky asked innocently, picking out a corner in which to organize his colorful cargo.

"This," indicated Brian with a hand. "All this junk."

"Oh, it's not junk, Brain. They're party supplies!"

"Like I said: junk. What on Earth are they for?"

"Well, for the party, of course. Duh. What did you think they would be for, Brain?" queried Pinky, throwing Globetrotter a quizzical look as he started hanging up the streamers.

"It's Bri-... Oh, never mind," sighed Globetrotter, relenting. "What party?"

"The 'taking over the world' party! Don't you want there to be a big celebration?"

"Oh..," Globetrotter faltered, realization striking him. "Yes, um, that party."

In truth, he still hadn't explained to Pinky exactly what was up his sleeve - that "taking over the world" was meant to be as literal as it sounded: taking over the world. Every night since Pinky's discovery of the lab, Brian had allowed him entrance almost nightly, giving him various tasks to do that helped him in his scheme: gathering strange odds and ends throughout the school or at shops and warehouses; keeping watch in the university hauls when he needed to lug something particularly suspicious down to the lab; or else grabbing him a cup of coffee from the cafeteria when he was running out of steam late into the night. And they would stay late: 'til 3:00 in the morning sometimes. Always, Pinky stuck with him as long as he needed. Blindly, he was under the impression that everything he was doing to help Brian was going towards a better future, and it was... for himself. Not that it was all in selfish gain. Brian did want to help the world - he wanted to improve the educational system, abolish various political branches, and generally bring all countries under his little pink thumb because, of course, the only one truly fit to rule the planet was himself. He could see it all in his head... and it was glorious. Pinky, on the other hand, wanted to solve world hunger, offer free medical treatment to every citizen, bring peace to all nations, spread the theory of Trozology (whatever the heck that even was...), and, for some reason, legalize cheesecake in every state. When Brian told him that he didn't think cheesecake was illegal in any state, Pinky simply shrugged, shook his head solemnly, and stated, "Oh, you don't know what they're like in Arizona, Brain...". Nincompoop.

And so Globetrotter played along with the misunderstanding, letting Pinky think that he was helping Brain in one thing when he was really assisting him in another, only now and again feeling a bit guilty of it. Besides, who was he to refuse a free lackey? Pinky was willing, and naive, a ripe combination for taking advantage of.

Unfortunately, today was one of those days in which he felt self-conscious about it, guilt lodging uncomfortably in his throat as he struggled to swallow it down. He'd been having more trouble with that lately.

"Just... keep it out of my way," he nipped, gray chair swiveling sharply as he turned back to type furiously upon a well-worn Model M.

"Right-o, Brain!" saluted Pinky once more, straightening out his lab coat.

As he did so, his lapel got caught on something. Pausing, he took a closer look at the culprit: his name badge. He unhooked it and smiled. There shone his address: Ronald J. Pinkus. Bright, bold... and blemished! Well, that simply wouldn't do. Frowning, Pinky breathed a steam of hot air onto the badge, fogging it up a little, before rubbing at the dirty little spot covering up the 'J' in his name. There. Much better. He turned it about... and noticed something else.

A magnet.

Huh...

He pulled it off; looked it over.

"Egad," he exclaimed. "What do you suppose that is?"

"Quiet, Pinky. I'm trying to concentrate."

"But, Brain!" Pinky insisted, thrusting it in front of Globetrotter's pug-ish face. "Look! It was on the back of my badge!"

"Pinky, would you..."

But at the sight of the "magnet", he went wide-eyed.

"Give me that!" Brian blurted out, swiping the tiny object from Pinky's dainty fingers.

"Oh! Is that yours, Brain? How do you suppose it got on there...?" Pinky mused to himself as Globetrotter assertively stuck the device into his coat chest pocket. It took a full ten seconds for realization to strike. He gasped. "Brain! Did you put that on me? Is it part of the plan?!"

"Uhhh... Y-Yes, it's a... um... personal attraction device. It attracts people to you whenever you wear it."

It was a lame excuse, but it worked well enough for Pinky. He gasped again in sudden understanding.

"Ohhhhhhhh! So that's why I've been getting so many students! Isn't it, Brain? It's a people magnet! How thoughtful of you, Brain!"

"Uhhhh... sure. Yes, that's... that's exactly it."

"May I, um, may I have it back?"

"No," Globetrotter stated flatly, not even looking at his cohort as he continued to smash keys.

At this, Pinky did something Globetrotter did not at all expect.

"Oh, please!" he crumbled, falling to his knees and literally begging, hands clasped and all. "Please, let me have it back! The students need me! I promise I'll take good care of it!"

All right. Maybe he should have expected this. It was Pinky, after all.

"No! I have to make some modifications to it first."

"H-How long will that take?"

"A couple of days."

"Two days?! But I have class tomorrow!"

"Well, you'll just have to go without it, then, won't you? Besides, I highly doubt you need a charm to remain magnetic," he grunted, almost enviously.

"Oh, please!" Pinky begged again. "What if the kids don't come if I'm not wearing it? W-What if all the teachers suddenly hate me? What if my whole career was for nothing!? Please, Brain! I don't want the tomato treatment!"

"Get off of me!" snapped Globetrotter, tugging the ends of his coat out of Pinky's clutches. "Tomato treatment. I don't even know what that is!"

"Getting booed off the stage, of course," said Pinky matter-of-factly.

"Oh, but of course. How stupid of me to not know," the science teacher groaned, sarcasm dripping from his reply. Was this idiot really that self-conscious?

"Please, Brain?" he asked, much more calmly. "I... I promise I won't bother you at your computer anymore... or bring party junk..."

His tone was desperate; miserable. It tugged at Brian's ears, incessant, until he finally succumbed to the cry, his piercing gaze creased in a frown as he turned slightly to stare at the pleading mouse.

Pinky was still on his knees, giving Globetrotter the puppy dog eyes something awful.

He sighed.

"Fine. I'll just... make a new one," he relented, pilfering the little device from his pocket and practically tossing it to Pinky, who caught it in both hands.

"Oh, thank you, Brain!" exclaimed the Trozologist ecstatically, hugging the "magnet" to his cheek. "I'll be careful with it! I promise!"

"Don't mention it," tossed Globetrotter offhandedly, adding with a mutter that only he heard: "As if I would've been able to fix it properly anyway..."

Pinky turned it over and over in his rose-tinted fingers, studying it carefully, as if it was a precious diamond extracted from the depths of the deepest cavern, and, to him, it rather was.

"Personal Attraction Device," he repeated, almost lovingly. "P.A.D. Pad! Ha-ha-ha! I'll be sure to always keep my pad on me, Brain!" he said, sticking the magnetic device back onto the backside of his badge and clipping the name tag to his coat.

Globetrotter cringed.

"Please don't say it like that..."

"Why not?"

"Because it... Ugh. Never mind," gave up Globetrotter. What was the point?

Shrugging, Pinky went back to putting away his party items, humming cheerily to himself as he did so. He made sure to put up the streamers in a place that was out of the way of Brain's main working spots, but still in an area where he'd see them. This ended up being above and around the legs of the test tube shelf - the pinks, blues, and greens nicely complemented the lilacs, oranges, and turquoise hues of the potions scattered throughout. Next, he tucked the wrapping paper and cellophane underneath the same shelf, more hidden from view, but still accessible. Then he bent down to pick up the paper plates and cups. Hmm. He really should have gotten a bag for this. Perhaps he could grab one from his classroom?

Standing up, he bumped into a streamer (he was a rather tall mouse, after all), touching it lightly to keep it from rocking back and forth.

"So sorry, little streamer!", he uttered, before making for the exit. "Brain? May I go get something from my classroom?"

"Mmhm," muttered Globetrotter, not taking his eyes off the blazing monitor.

"Thank you! I'll be back!"

He pressed a dark red button on a spot on the wall, which immediately allowed him exit, and stepped outside. With a swoosh the wall closed behind him. As soon as he was beyond the lab, he made for the stairs, pausing to observe a couple of stray pieces of streamer that had fallen in the hallway. They were yellow, like dandelions. He picked up the little dandelions, smiling as he turned them about with his fingers. Yellow was such a pretty color. It reminded him of the sun, and of bright school buses, and of yummy frosting that one put on cakes and...

He paused, staring out into nothing.

Cake.

Streamers.

Party.

Oh, shoot...

He'd almost forgotten about his promise to Snowball - his promise to somehow get Brain to go to the Halloween gathering. He was glad no one was around to see the worry drape slowly across his face; to see the fear in his eyes.

How in the whirly winds was he going to get Brain to attend? Brain barely allowed pinks and blues into his study, let alone permit himself to participate in a full on party. Then again, he did seem to enjoy himself a little more than expected during Pinky's game show. Perhaps he'd like similar fair?

Sighing, Pinky dragged himself up the stairs one step at a time (he still preferred the long way over the elevator), his shuffles echoing creepily across the empty halls as he reached the first floor. This was going to require a bit more effort than he thought...

Opening the door of Room 210, he flicked on the lights and rummaged about for a bag, only to locate none at all. He looked about. In a corner sat the empty box, the same one he and the kids often used for adventurous expeditions. That would have to do. He'd get another box tomorrow.

Scooping up the box in his arms, he left the room and traveled all the way back - past the elevator, down the stairs, and up to the completely unassuming solid wall. He knocked, loudly, three times.

Swoosh!

In he stepped, stumbling a little over his feet in haste.

"Got the box!" he piped, shuffling past Brain, who was still furiously typing on his keyboard, and plopping his cargo onto the floor.

Globetrotter barely answered with more than a grunt, not bothering to look around as Pinky began to stuff the extra party supplies into the cardboard container before pushing it up against the wall. There. Perfect. Organized and out of the way, just like Brain wanted it! He gave a jerky little nod in satisfaction.

"All done!" Pinky addressed Globetrotter, receiving no reply.

With a nervous little step forewarned, Pinky tried again...

"So, um... What are we going to do tonight, Brain?"

"Must you ask that every time?" Globetrotter bit, still not looking around.

Pinky blinked a little at the bite, but otherwise ignored it.

"Well, you know, I was thinking, Brain, we're always doing the same thing every night. What if we did something... different?"

"Like what?"

"Well... um...," Pinky faltered, gaze sweeping the room, as if searching for a stall from which to buy time. "Maybe w-"

"If you're thinking of inviting me to that asinine Halloween party you can take your solicitation elsewhere."

Welp.

"You sure?" he pressed on anyway, ears drooping.

"Affirmative."

"Oh. Okay..."

There was an awkward pause, in which Pinky shuffled his feet, fingers drumming behind his back to the rhythm of Brain's incessant typing in an effort to preoccupy himself with something.

"And I don't need your services tonight," Brian continued. "I need to perfect this formula. You can go."

"Oh. Um. Sure, Brain. I'll go..."

He trudged to the door, his right hand serving as a calming agent as he rubbed it steadily up and down his left arm.

"Pinky?"

Pinky stopped and looked over his shoulder, his ears perking up.

"You can take this back. I don't need it."

And he tossed at him a small, round object, which Pinky caught reflexively. He looked down at it and frowned sadly. It was a stress ball. He'd gotten it for Brian last week, in "the hope that it would help". Apparently, it hadn't...

Silently, Pinky tucked the little ball gently into his long lab coat pocket, pressed the red button on the wall, and exited. Globetrotter hadn't even bothered to say good night, and neither did he.

Once in the hallway, Pinky leaned against the now closed wall and sighed heavily. Weathered comments from various school staff skipped one after another in his head, like television commercials.

"I don't know why you bother hanging out with him. He doesn't care about anyone but himself."

"He's a fart and he's a good one. Listen, honey, the only way you're going to get his attention is if you leave him alone."

"Oh, I wouldn't bother with Globetrotter. Nothing good ever comes of it. It's not the first time he's run off a student and it won't be the last. I just wish they'd oust him entirely, but the system is too complicated for that..."

"My good fellow, that's one angry mouse you don't want to deal with. Take it from me: I've been here long enough to see the birch grow from a sapling to a tree, and in all that time I've never once seen him treat anyone with a shred of decency."

Pinky sighed again. Perhaps he was simply chasing a ghost. He knew it was foolish to persevere, to try and make friends with the unfriendly, but he couldn't help it. It was in his nature to show compassion for others, to love them, no matter the situation. He'd never yet met an individual that outright treated him like dirt, or that he hadn't eventually won over with kindness, but Globetrotter was proving to give him a run for his money. Perhaps it wasn't worth it...

Sniffing, he removed the tears he'd let pool for some time and dolefully slid his way down the hall, one hand buried deep in his coat pocket, massaging the little stress ball that, like him, was so very unwanted.

/\/\/\/\/\/\

October 28th, 1993 - 3:20 PM

The "magnet" worked like a charm. In fact, it worked better the longer he had it on. Brain was a genius, Pinky thought, as he strummed a guitar for a total of twenty-five students that sat around a campfire in the woods, all of them singing a song about a beaver who had lost its fur. Crickets chirped merrily in the hot summer night, the soothing sound of a lake drifted lazily somewhere behind them, and every now and again an owl hooted. No one could ever have guessed that they were really in the middle of a classroom in the heart of a bustling university... and during the day, no less.

One fur, two fur, three fur, four! What's the count? He'll lose a bit more!

Five fur, six fur, seven and eight! Watch your back! It's shedding its cape!

Two more silly verses finished off the song as Pinky and company ended the tune with raucous laughter.

"Oh, good job, everyone! That was splendid!" Pinky congratulated them, clapping joyously. To him, this was heaven. Here people were happy, here he was loved, and he intended for it to stay that way. He rubbed at his name tag subconsciously. "All right. What should we play next?"

Immediately, several camp-goers piped up, including Teresa, Marvell, and, of course, Olivia. The number of college student outnumbered the kids now. Olivia still brought her usual friends, of course, but Teresa had convinced some companions of her own to join. She'd gotten Red to participate, and he had told Marvell... whom had told Gadget... whom had told several others, and now there was a good number of university pupils who, when they were able, joined Pinky promptly at 2:00 PM for an expedition to adventure. Thursdays were particularly good days, as most had classes that ran up until 2:30 at the latest, and this particular Thursday every single one of them had been able to come right at the stroke of 2:00.

"Oh! Oh! Can we play a game?" Marvell asked, to which several others nodded, murmuring their agreement.

"We could sing some more. How about 'Old Dan Tucker'? I like that song," mentioned Timothy, a bit quietly.

"May we hear a ghost story, Mr. Pinky?" Teresa queried.

That seemed to get most students' attention. Almost all of the college kids seconded this suggestion. The kids, however, didn't seem enthused.

"Ha-ha. All right! But this time, someone else has to tell it!" Pinky said. "And make sure it's not too scary! We do have some little ones present."

"I'm not scared!" Olivia burst out. As always, she sat right next to Pinky.

"I know you're not, Olivia," her teacher mused, taking her nose between his fingers and lightly shaking her head playfully.

"I'll tell it!" offered a boy rat. His name was Peter, and, at seventeen, he was the oldest in the group (besides Pinky).

"Just don't make it too scary," said Marvell, pulling her jean-covered legs tightly up to her chest in preparation. She'd been on too many family camping trips to know that when someone said a spooky story wouldn't be too frightening, it almost always was.

"Yeah. Not too scary...," wee Cynthia whispered, cuddling up closer to her big brother.

"All right. Not too scary," Peter conceded. "Hmmmm. Okay! I got one."

The group went quiet. All eyes were on Peter.

"It was a dark and stormy night..."

"Oh, come ooooooon," several in the group whined, mostly the teenagers.

Peter laughed.

"Ha-ha. I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Okay. Ummm...," he coughed, then went on. "No one knew what the beast looked like. They knew that he was loud, and he was scary, and he could destroy your entire life in just one second, or so the stories went, but no one knew anything about how he looked. Until one day... a bunch of kids got curious."

Already Cynthia was half-hidden behind Timothy, one eye peeking out in trepidation. A couple in the class rolled their eyes, as if they'd heard this story before, but had the decency to not spoil it. A few were on the edge of their seats, eyes wide in wonder.

"It was Lucy, a small field mouse, who entered the cave first. She was the youngest of the group, but she was also the bravest. In she crept, bit by bit, the others sloooowly following after her. 'Courage,' she said. 'The beast can smell fear.' No one dared to breath any louder than necessary. He might come from any corner; attack from any moment."

Olivia sat with a graham cracker half-way to her mouth. Teresa was as still as a statue.

"Then, suddenly, from out of the corner: FWOOSH!"

Several of the kids, and even a few of the students, gasped, jumping back in their seats. Red nearly fell off his chair, and Cynthia had completely disappeared behind her brother at this point.

"The beast... had arrived! Lucy stood before him, shaking like a leaf as he rose up onto his hind legs to stare at her straight in the eyes. He looked nothing at all like she expected; in fact, he almost looked like one of them. But he had a harsh, piercing gaze that burrowed deep into your soul, telling you all the things you never wanted to hear with just a look.

Lucy stared up into the beast's dark red eyes, bearing down on her, and knew what she had to do.

'I have come to destroy you!' she yelled, steadfast and resolute.

'Ohhhh?' asked the beast, with a low, threatening growl. 'And just how are you going to do that?'

'With this!' said Lucy, and she drew from behind her out of thin air a book. 'With the power of words!'

And the book did have a lot of words. All kinds of words! Big words. Small words. Really, really long, hard-to-pronounce words. Words so foreign they would make a librarian faint. Because if there was one thing that everybody did know about the beast, it was that he was a master at English, and he loved challenges, and it was said that if you could beat him in a spelling bee, he would be defeated forever.

The beast sneered at the girl - an ugly, vicious smile that made the tips of Lucy's pretty fur curl up into knots. But she didn't move. She stood her ground.

'I challenge you to a fight!' young Lucy challenged.

'Ohhhhh? What kind of fight?' snarled the beast.

'A spelling bee fight! If I win, you'll be gone forever!'

The beast laughed. His chuckle sent chills up her spine, and the other kids behind her trembled in fear.

'Fight you may, but win you will not! I accept your challenge!' he agreed, and out of nowhere came a woman's voice in the darkness, soft and smooth... and just a tiny bit creepy.

'Challengers, be prepared. This battle is not for the faint of heart. All forms of cheating are banned.'

And as she said this, Lucy's book disappeared with a POP. The voice continued.

'Get ready, Lucy. Your first word is: Pontificate.'

Lucy was ready.

'Pontificate. P. O. N. T. I. F. I. C. A. T. E. Pontificate.'

'Correct,' came the robot voice of the woman.

Lucy breathed out a sigh of relief.

The woman's voice spoke again.

'Get ready, G. Your first word is: Ignoramus.'

Lucy looked puzzled. 'G'? What could the 'G' stand for?

'Ignoramus. I. G. N. O. R. A. M. U. S. Ignoramus,' breathed out the Beast in his low growl.

'Correct,' said the woman, and Lucy groaned.

And so it kept going, on and on, seemingly forever. The kids cheered Lucy on. She was doing really well! She passed the first round, then the second round. Just three rounds left to go. It was looking like she might do it. She could beat the Beast!"

By now, most students were on the edge of their seats, Pinky included. Even Cynthia had peered out a little, the better to hear. Peter continued.

"She kept going.

'Quixotic.'

'Correct!'

'Bohemian.'

'Correct!'

Things seemed to be going great! But on the next word... she flubbed.

'Surreptitious. S. E. R. E. P. T. I. T. I. O. U. S. Surreptitious.'

'INCORRECT.'

Lucy gasped. The Beast laughed.

She got the next one right, but the Beast won the third round. And then he won the fourth. They were tied."

"Oh no...," Cynthia breathed out, shivering.

"If she could win this one, she'd beat the Beast," continued Peter. "All she had to do was win one more round...

So she kept going.

Last round. Seven words. She got two, then missed the third. The beast got three, then missed on his fourth. At the end, they were tied three-to-three. It was the last word. Her last chance.

The Beast went first.

'G, here is your last word,' spoke the woman. 'Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.'

Lucy's eyes went wide. What kind of a word was that?! She didn't know what it meant, much less how to spell it. If that's what the Beast got, what the heck was she going to get?!

The Beast just smiled.

'Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,' he began, and proceeded to spell out the whole thing perfectly, down the last letter.

'Correct,' cooed the woman, and the Beast giggled evilly.

Lucy gulped.

'Lucy, get ready. Here is your last word.'

She was shivering from her fuzzy gray ears all the way down to her long pink tail. The kids behind her offered words of encouragement, but she barely heard them.

And then came the woman's voice again:

'Euouae.'

Lucy blinked. Compared to the Beast's word, hers was significantly shorter, but how was she going to spell that? It sounded like all vowels!

The Beast smirked. It didn't help.

But Lucy gave it a shot.

'Euouae. E. U. O. E. A. E. Euouae.'

The troop waited with baited breath. So did Lucy.

And then the woman's voice came.

'INCORRECT.'

The kids gasped. Lucy's mouth dropped. She was off. She was off by ONE LETTER!

'Incorrect!" repeated the Beast, laughing maniacally. 'Now you're mine!'

Lucy ran. So did the other kids. Oh, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her! Faster even!"

"Come on, Lucy!" some of the kids around the campfire cheered, egging their imaginary comrade on. "You can do it!"

Even Pinky joined in.

"Hurry, Lucy! You can do it! Run!"

Peter kept on...

"She could see the exit of the cave! All the kids surpassed her, running out before she could reach it. How were they so fast?! It seemed like the faster they ran, the slower she went. But she kept running... and running! She was almost there!"

"Yeah! Come on, Lucy!," yelled Timothy.

"But then...!

SLAM!

The Beast pinned her to the floor!

Poor Lucy struggled... and struggled, but she couldn't get up.

The Beast smiled wide... opened its jaws... and CHOMP! He SWALLOWED HER WHOLE!"

Most all around the campfire gasped.

"Poor Lucy... was no more."

Behind Timothy, Cynthia was sniffing.

"All of the kids outside the cave stared back at the Beast, terrified at what they had just seen. And the Beast stared back at them.

'Let this be a lesson to you all!' he said. 'That if you're not prepared, like I was, you will tremble and suffer the wrath... of Globetrotter!'

The end!"

"Globetrotter?!" some of the students gasped out.

"Ohhhhhhh. So that's what the 'G' stood for!" pointed out Red, impressed.

"That was a really good story," whispered Teresa, still a little shook up.

"Not much of a ghost story, though," Timothy piped up.

"But it was scary," put in Marvell, frowning. "Peter, you said it wasn't gonna be too scary!"

Peter simply shrugged, smiling.

"Soooo... the cave was Globetrotter's classroom, Lucy and the kids represented all of us, and the spelling bee is the hard tests he gives us that we can never ace?" guessed Gadget.

"Yup," said Peter.

"That was pretty clever."

"It was accurate," whispered a pointy-nosed mouse timidly. It was Ms. Penelope Mayhew. She sat next to Gadget and looked a bit more disturbed than the rest.

"So, you all see Globetrotter as a... beast?" Pinky asked, looking just a touch concerned.

"Doesn't everyone?" mentioned Marvell.

"Well, that's not very nice," said Pinky, frowning at them all. "You shouldn't speak badly of your teachers."

"But it's true," said Gadget. "He terrorizes all of his students and no one ever does anything about it! The only reason we pass our classes is because of the support of the other teachers. They help keep us sane when we're working our butts off."

"And they have to keep reminding Globetrotter that he has to pass some students, otherwise it might start looking bad on his record," Peter put in. "He just likes making things as hard as possible."

"He's... not all that bad," murmured Teresa. "When you get to know him."

But no one else could agree.

"I know that Brain can be a bit... harsh, but I don't think he means to hurt anyone," Pinky said.

"That's easy for you to say," Peter continued. "You're a teacher. Try being one of his students."

"It's not easy, Mr. Pinky," said Teresa. "There's a reason why we come to your classes so often."

"It's a solace," said Penelope. "From him."

"And from the workload," mentioned Gadget. "Also, you're just... super cool," she added, smiling at him.

"Yeah, you're awesome, Mr. Pinky," said Red.

"Yeah, you're so cool!" they all pitched in.

"He's the best," Olivia said, giving Pinky a tight squeeze of a side hug.

Pinky sniffed, blinking back tears.

"Awwww. Thank you all. Narf! I love you, too!" he sniffed again, wiping at his face.

Every face around the campfire was bright, and beaming, and smiling, the love in the room so thick one could cut it with a knife. Pinky had never felt so appreciated in his life, and he wondered if this was the work of the "magnet"... or if it was really real. Somehow, deep down, he didn't think even a super special device could work magic like this. It felt honest. Pure.

"May I ask for your advice on something?" queried Pinky, swallowing and smiling back at them all.

"Sure. Go ahead!" they agreed.

"Well, you see, Olivia here needs her baseball stadium built. And we all want sports to come back to the school, right?"

"Yeah!" exclaimed some of the students. Some, not all.

"Well, the principal said that he would do it, but only if we could get Globetrotter to come to the teachers' Halloween party this weekend."

"On Saturday?" asked Gadget.

"Mmhm. And that's in two days and I still haven't thought of a way of getting him to come. But I thought, well, maybe you guys would have some ideas?"

A steady silence draped across the class as they thought long and hard about this.

"Hmmm. What if you bribed him?" offered Gadget. "Like... offer to pay for something he really wants or whatever if he'll come to the party?"

"Mmmm... maybe. He does like nice things, but I don't think that would work," said Pinky sadly.

"He's right," Peter said. "It takes a lot to bribe Globetrotter. I don't think he'd fall for it."

"What if you... you... asked the... the prince-pal to make him come?" squeaked little Cynthia.

"The principal is the one who wants Pinky to do the asking, Cynthia," said Timothy.

"You could... like... drag him there," Marvell joked. "Tie a bunch of ropes around him and stuff."

"Yeah, like, blackmail him!" voiced a boy hamster named Lucas. "Tell him that you'll show them the pictures if he doesn't attend the party."

"The pictures?" asked Pinky confusedly, cocking his head.

"Yeah, like in the movies! You know how they'll like... say to someone: 'Hey. I've got these embarrassing pictures of you, and if you don't do what I want then I'll show them to everybody!'"

"Oh..."

"Too strong," said Marvell.

"Yeah, that's too much," agreed Gadget.

"Wait... Wait," said Peter, sitting up straight. "What if... you scare him?"

"Scare him?" asked Pinky.

"But Globetrotter isn't scared of anything!" Teresa voiced.

"No, okay. Wait. Listen: What if there is something that scares him? He prizes his dignity, right? What if you scared him into feeling like he's missing out or that he's not "cool enough" or something if he doesn't go to the party?"

"I dunno...," Pinky hesitated.

"Oh my gosh. Wait. That's actually kinda brilliant," Gadget added. "Like... make it sound like only the most elite are going to go to this party."

"But everyone's going to the party!" Pinky said. "Even me!"

"Then tell him there's gonna be an awards ceremony or something - only the best will get noticed and he's got to be there."

"B-But... I didn't organize a ceremony with it!"

"Then make one up!" Lucas said.

"Yeah, just make one up!" agreed Peter. "He'll be tripping over himself just to look as dope as possible!"

"Yeah, you should do it!" others joined in.

Pinky looked nervous. He wasn't a liar. He'd have to add a ceremony last minute.

"Please, Mr. Pinky?" Olivia asked, laying a delicate paw on his.

He stared at her and sighed, smiling. How could he resist those eyes?

"All right," he whispered, first to her, then to the whole group: "All right. I'll do it!"

Shouts of "woo!"s and "yaaaay!"s resounded about their comfy forest campfire. It was settled.

Pinky breathed out another heavy sigh, smoothing his hair back in trepidation.

"Phew. I hope I don't regret this! Eheheh!"

"Don't worry. He's too egotistical to think about anyone other than himself," Gadget said as she roasted a marshmallow. "There's no way he'll be able to resist."

"Yeah. If there's anything Globetrotter loves more than himself, it's laudation," said Peter.

But that, Pinky thought, is where Peter was wrong. He didn't think Globetrotter loved himself. In fact, from what he could see, it was the exact opposite.

/\/\/\/\/\/\

October 29th, 1993 - 7:29 PM

As it happened, Pinky waited until the last possible second to throw his offer to Globetrotter, partially because he was scared, and partially because... Well, all right. If he was being honest with himself, all of it was because he was scared. He wasn't as intimidated by Globetrotter as the students were, but there were still times when he felt like he'd get his hand bitten off if he didn't play his cards right.

Mercifully, Globetrotter was in a good mood tonight, as Pinky quickly discovered as he slipped past the laboratory entrance. The part mathematician, part science teacher kicked his feet back and forth in his gray computer chair, the seat squeaking about, happy little skips punctuating his typing as he smiled at the green-tinted monitor satisfactorily.

"Afternoon," he greeted Pinky, the lanky professor making to sit down in his usual corner spot on the floor near the bookcase. (There was only one chair, and Brian couldn't be bothered to buy a second.) "Pinky, I have just made a breakthrough of paramount proportions!"

"Ooooo. What is it, Brain?"

"It is far too intellectual for your primitive mind to comprehend," said Globetrotter cheerily as he hopped out of his chair and paced around the room. Not even a mispronunciation of his name could bother him this time. "But I can assure you that it will aid deeply in furthering along our plan!"

"Egad! Brilliant, Brain!" Pinky exclaimed, his legs criss-crossed and his hands tucked into them as he gazed up at Globetrotter in awe.

"Yes, I find it quite impressive myself," Globetrotter mused as he rubbed at his nails haughtily. "It's a shame the school doesn't recognize such talent; otherwise, I very likely wouldn't have to hide these contraptions behind walls."

There was his opening. Pinky took a deep breath.

"You know, y-you're right, Brain."

"Hm?" Globetrotter hummed, turning around to stare at Pinky.

"I was just saying that I think you're right, Brain! It's absolutely a crime that they don't recognize your true intelligence and ingeniousness. Downright despicable!"

Globetrotter raised an eyebrow, but otherwise continued on as normal.

"Yes. As long as I am confined within these halls, I am doomed to forever be seen as a mere academic professional. At least I've attained some form of respect amongst my colleagues."

"You know, it's a shame that you won't be coming to the party, Brain, what with the awards ceremony and all that," Pinky mused, copying Brian's little "finger studying" technique, eyes half-lidded in an attempt to look positively bored out of his mind about the whole matter.

"Awards ceremony...? What ceremony?"

"Hm? Oh, I thought you knew, Brain?"

"I do not. You never mentioned a ceremony."

"Hmph," Pinky shrugged. "Must have slipped my mind at the time. Everyone's been talking about it. They're going to be giving out trophies to the most acclaimed faculty members. 'Most Influential.' 'Most Respected' and all that..."

"Huh."

"Everyone's going, as far as I know," Pinky continued, as nonchalantly as possible, as he picked dirt out from under his nails. "But I understand you not wanting to attend. It's kind of a silly idea. People are saying that Basil is probably going to win 'Most Knowledgeable' and probably some other trophies as it is, so I don't think there'll be much competition. Zort..."

"Basil?! That nincompoop? He can barely tell the difference between polyester and palladium!"

Pinky simply shrugged again.

"Like I said, Brain. It's not your cup of tea."

Brain snorted, looking contemplative. He angrily stuck his hands in his pockets as his thoughts stuck firmly to everything Pinky had just said.

Parties, especially costume ones, were pointless. Stupid. A complete waste of time. He'd rather be counting dominoes than humiliating himself in front of a bunch of idiots who had nothing better to do than flash nails and tip bottles. He half-wondered if Pinky was pulling his leg; after all, why would Basil, of all people, attend such a soiree, if it could even be called that? Both he and Mr. Ages had said they would never be caught dead at such an event. Then again, it wasn't the first time he'd known Basil to say he wouldn't do one thing only to end up doing it anyway. He remembered the disco party pictures of '89...

His eyes shifted furtively to Pinky, who had busied himself with a very dusty book from the shelf: How to Win Friends and Influence People. Brian sighed.

"Perhaps I should rethink my decision..."

"Hm? Come again?" Pinky asked, only half-heartedly looking up from his book.

"I said that I...," Brian blurted out, then sighed, trying to calm down. "Fine. I'll go to your stupid party."

"REALL-," Pinky began, then coughed, getting a hold of himself, eyes shifting in the hopes that Globetrotter hadn't noticed. "I mean, that's cool. Sounds good."

"But I'm not dressing up."

"Oh, that's okay! I'm probably not going to either. Eheh. Poit."

Nothing more was said for the rest of the night, Pinky retiring early at the stroke of 8:00 PM with the excuse that he needed to "catch up on his sleep". As soon as he was past the wall, he leaned against it, slid down a little, and siiiiiighed...

PHEW.

Goodness.

He buried his face in his hands. That was the most he'd ever lied since he was eighteen years old and had told his dad that he'd simply dented the truck when he'd actually totaled it. He made a note in his head to tell as many teachers as possible tomorrow that there was going to be an awards ceremony and that he would be holding it. He'd have to get to school extra early. No matter. It was worth it. Olivia and her baseball stadium were worth it.

Gathering himself, he shakily whistled a monotonous little tune and headed for the stairwell.

/\/\/\/\/\/\

October 30th, 1993 - 5:30 PM

A 1980s Dodge Caravan, its long, green stripe wrapping around its battered and bruised body, whined a little as it pulled up to 2154 Whipple St. Inside, the shuffling of paper crinkled about as a large map of Burbank was laid out over the steering wheel, a finger snaking steadily over it as it searched for its destination. A-ha. There it was. It tapped satisfactorily at a specific point on the map. Yes, this was definitely the place.

A lanky mouse in a yellow and orange striped suit, complete with boater hat and cane, stepped out of the vehicle, not bothering to lock it as he stepped past the neatly-trimmed lawn, rows of azaleas, and romantically-lit fountain to tread his long, flat feet under an archway and upon the red brick porch of a spotless two-story house. Clearing his throat, he extended a finger, rang the doorbell, and waited.

Globetrotter, it turned out, had not showed up for his Saturday morning class. Nor, it seemed, for his 1:00 PM session. In fact, he hadn't made an appearance at the school at all that day. The students, of course, considered this a blessing. Pinky, however, had grown worried. Had something happened? He didn't get the call until 4:00 PM. Not only had his car stalled, as Globetrotter had angrily explained over the pay phone, but it had to be taken to the shop for repairs. Globetrotter had been stuck at the shop for hours and would have to walk home, of all things. Pinky, of course, had offered to take him home himself, but Globetrotter had flat out refused. It was embarrassing enough to miss his own classes, let alone receive transportation services. At least he still had control of his feet.

And so Pinky had dropped the matter, offering, at the very least, to pick Brian up half-an-hour prior to the party, to which Globetrotter had neither refused nor given the go-ahead. He simply assumed that after a bit of rest, he might still want to attend, and so here he was, standing upon Brian's doorstep, hoping that he'd be in the mood to at least spend an hour or two in festive enjoyment.

It took a full minute for Globetrotter to answer the door, and when he did it was in his bright red smoking jacket and half-moon glasses, complete with steaming coffee mug and a very worn out expression indeed.

"Afternoon!" Pinky waved, as cheerily as possible.

Globetrotter looked him up and down, as if trying to register the fact that someone was standing on his doorstep (and with a cane and boating hat, no less), as he gave him a slow, sleepy blink of the eyes, his mouth slightly open.

"Evening," Brian corrected. "What are... are...," he dragged out, interrupted by a wide, gaping yawn. "What are you doing here?"

"Um. It's the Halloween party tonight! Remember, Brain? Yo-You said you'd come..."

Brian sighed.

"Pinky, I had to walk half an hour to my house from the shop in my good suit and pants in eighty-five degree weather in the middle of the city. I have no idea when my car is going to be repaired, nor if I'll be able to get to work on Monday, or if I'll even still have a job by next week. So if you think, that after all that, I'd still want to go to some dumb employee party late into the night, you've got another thing coming."

Each word of this spiel had become more and more punctuated as it went on, Brian's voice rising just slightly higher with each enunciated syllable, and Pinky's ears drooping further and further down the longer he spoke, until they were practically flat against his head. Globetrotter ignored this.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I shall bid you good night," he ended, making to close the door.

But something kept it from shutting. A foot.

Brian looked up into the face of the culprit, and Pinky looked so positively pitiful, so desperately forlorn, that even he, the most ruthless professor in all of Burbank (and quite possibly California), couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of guilt.

"Please, Brain?" whimpered the heart-broken mouse.

Something stirred in Globetrotter. Something... he couldn't explain. He'd felt it before in front of this individual. Pity, was it? Or, dare he say it, compassion? Whatever it was, it wouldn't leave. It was positively annoying.

Brian sighed again.

"Fine," he relented. "It's not like this day could get any worse anyway. Might as well cap it off..."

"So you'll come?!" Pinky exclaimed excitedly, his frown replaced with a bright and innocent smile.

"Don't get too comfortable," Brian warned. "This is the first and last party I attend at this school. Got it?"

"Yes, Brain! I've got it! Oh, thank you, Brain!"

And he actually hugged him.

Brian simply stood there, stunned, as he was quite suddenly and tightly embraced. He gasped as Pinky let go of him, gazing up into those brilliantly blue eyes for a moment before smoothing out his jacket, pointing a shaky finger at the mouse, and stating, in the most shocked tone possible, "Don't... do that again."

"Hm hm. Sorry, Brain!" Pinky chuckled, smiling.

"I'll... get my coat," muttered Globetrotter after a pause, looking somewhat lost as he wandered almost drunkenly into his sitting room... and leaving the front door wide open.

"May I come in?" Pinky asked, peeking his head 'round the frame to peer into the elaborately-decorated front room.

"Uhhhh... Sure," Brian admitted him, strolling past the sitting area and into a side room, where he flicked on a light. Pinky could hear him shuffling about in a closet for his coat.

With a gay little hop, Pinky skipped across the welcome mat and into the main entryway, taking care to shut out the dry and slightly humid air. Stepping down tenderly onto the thin, cream-colored carpet (which was absolutely free of any spot or blemish whatsoever), he sat down in a newly upholstered chair and went about studying the room.

His first impression was that this was a place that equal parts had definite aspects of Globetrotter's personality... and also felt nothing like him at all. If anything, it looked like something his mother or a housewife would have had a hand in. The sitting room was rectangular in shape, with four thick white and rose-patterned ottomans surrounding a mahogany table set with a couple of heavy books on scientific theories, plus one magazine on Godiva Chocolates. Against one wall lay a forest green couch, flanked on either side by cherry wood bookshelves and a warm lamp. Indeed, the place seemed to be dotted with bookshelves here and there, all of them filled to the brim with tomes, novels, magazines, and, strangely, bad romance fiction. Tastefully peppered about the walls themselves were hyper-realistic, black-and-white illustrations of various "shots of life" - a man fishing; patrons in a coffee shop; a woman waiting longingly for someone at a train station. And somewhere, in a distant room, he could hear the sounds of what he assumed to be Mozart or Bach playing lightly. He never cared for Classical much, but still hummed along and tapped his hands upon his knees to the tune all the same.

Pinky stared up at the high ceiling, which, he knew, most likely hid a second floor. He'd noticed the steps to his left upon entering the house. He longed to explore more of this interesting abode, but knew that it would be rude to ask, and so he simply sat quietly as Globetrotter picked out just the right coat.

He turned at a sharp cough.

To Pinky, "throwing on a coat" would have meant exactly that, regardless of the under-attire. Globetrotter, however, was decked out in his absolute best: iron-pressed black pants, a fancy suit and tie with a black overcoat, and dance shoes that clicked and clacked across the upper wooden floor. He looked, for lack of a better word, snazzy.

"Ooooo. You look riveting, Brain!"

"I think the proper term you're looking for is 'ravishing'," Globetrotter corrected, buttoning up his jacket. "Can we get this over with?"

"Right-o, Brain!" said Pinky, standing up and making for the door. "Your house is lovely, by the way. Poit! Did you design it yourself?"

"Thank you," came Globetrotter's dry reply. "And, yes, I added most of the decorations."

"Smashing!"

Globetrotter gave him a look and rolled his eyes. He made it a point to turn off every single light in the house, as well as the music, before exiting along with Pinky. They stepped over the doormat.

"And your mat is very lovely, too," Pinky commented, admiring the very cozy, cursive "Home Sweet Home" writing, complete with roses.

"Thank you. My mother bought it for me...," said Globetrotter, a slight groan in his voice.

Pinky stifled a chuckle. Well, he'd been right about the motherly touch.

The distant sound of traffic could be heard as they skipped (or, in Globetrotter's case, trudged) across the well-kept yard and up to Pinky's not-so-well-kept clunker. Like a gentleman, Pinky insisted that he open Globetrotter's door for him, but Globetrotter refused.

"I'm perfectly capable of opening my own door," he replied, opening it up, sliding into the leather passenger seat, and slamming the door shut behind him.

Pinky frowned sadly at this, but otherwise shook it off as he slipped into the driver's seat, closed his own door, and started the car... and not without some difficulty. It took a few tries to get the engine churning properly. Globetrotter wrinkled his nose, repulsed, not just at the age of the vehicle, but at its smell, which reeked of old pizza. It hadn't been kept particularly clean either. Brian nudged aside a stray straw wrapper on the ground with his foot. He noticed something else: the stress ball he'd given back to Pinky. It had been tucked into an empty pocket beneath the car radio. He felt a twinge of regret at this. In an attempt to get his mind off of such a feeling, he turned his attention back to the car.

"This is how you travel?" he queried, arms folded, not at all amused. "Incredible."

"Why, thank you! She does get a little tired from long trips, but you can make it there and back, can't you, old girl?" encouraged the lanky mouse.

Sure enough, the third time was the charm.

"Atta girl, Phar!"

"Phar?"

"Mmhm! I named her Pharfignewton, like in the commercials!"

Globetrotter rolled his eyes. Incredible. He highly doubted this thing could get them from his house to the closest gas station, much less all the way to the party. As if things couldn't get any worse. But then Pinky put in the CD.

"Woo! Let's get ready to rumbllllllle!" Pinky shouted out, Brian covering his ears as "Back in the U.S.S.R." began to blaze out of the speakers, bouncing off the windows, doors, seats, and into the deepest crevices of Brian's eardrums.

"Really? The Beatles?!" he protested loudly. He had to shout; one could barely hear themselves talk, let alone think, over the blasting drums and guitar chords.

Pinky answered... in falsetto.

"Ohhh!

Flew in from Miami Beach B.O.A.C. Didn't get to bed last night On the way the paper bag was on my knee Man, I had a dreadful flight

I'm back in the U.S. .!"

Click!

"Hey!"

Gone was the thumping sounds of pure noise; welcomed was the stirring imagery of the Pastoral Symphony. Good-bye, Beatles. Hello, Beethoven.

Brian sank back into his seat, breathing out a deep sigh of relief as he let the Classical radio tunes wash over him like a hot shower.

"Hmph. Driver chooses the music, Brain."

"And my eardrums choose the pitch. Obviously, that one was not fit to relent."

Pinky opened his mouth... then shut it, resolving to pout instead. He knew it would have been more polite to allow his guest access to the radio in the first place, but he had been hoping Brain might like his taste in music. He wasn't particularly in the mood for Classical. Oh well. Perhaps they'd play something with a good beat at the party. Like Weird Al! Thinking about Al Yankovic playing his signature accordion made him perk up a bit, and by the time they reached Flaversham's house he was in a much better mood.

The first person that greeted him upon exiting the car was not a colleague, but Olivia. They had, after all, parked outside of Mrs. Frisby's house, owing to the crowded street surrounding Flaversham's place. She ran up to Pinky and hugged him.

"Mr. Pinky! You came!"

"Oof! Ha-ha. Hello, Olivia!" Pinky greeted fondly, wrapping his arms around her.

Globetrotter shut the door behind him with a snap, glad to be rid of the car and the lingering scent that came with it.

"Are you coming to my party?" Olivia asked, looking up eagerly into the face of her very tall and ivory friend. She was dressed in the most interesting attire: a striped shirt, long checkerboard pants, a white lab coat, and half-rimmed glasses, complete with note board and pen, upon which she seemed to have taken down the names of all those in attendance at her party. She still wore the tam-o-shanter.

"Oh, Olivia, I told you I was going to the adult party," Pinky admitted, petting her softly on the back.

Olivia's ears drooped.

"But I'll try and pop in later, okay?"

She smiled and hugged him again. Globetrotter wrinkled his nose at the tender scene, eyes rolling as he shook his head.

"Thank you, Mr. Pinky."

"Olivia, what are you supposed to be?" Pinky asked, loving her attire, but absolutely clueless as to who she was mimicking.

"You don't know? I'm you!" she beamed.

"Oh...," Pinky hiccuped, blushing pink from his ears down to the tip of his tail.

"See you later!" Olivia waved, heading back into the house, which was looking very inviting, indeed.

Tiny little decorative lamps lit the way up to the wee abode, which looked more like a cottage than anything, a warm and orange-ish glow emanating from the open door and windows. Now and then a kid could be seen running past the door, and Mrs. Frisby herself waved at them from the entrance.

"Hello, Mr. Pinky! Mr. Globetrotter!"

"Hello, Mrs. Frisby!" Pinky greeted. Globetrotter said nothing, but simply nodded to her in acknowledgement.

"Are you going to Flaversham's party?"

"Yup! I kind of wish I was going to Olivia's, though! Ha-ha! Troz!"

"Well, you're welcome to stop by anytime. We're making cupcakes later!"

"Yeah, and I'm putting on the frosting!" Olivia piped up, peeking in from behind Frisby.

"We'll stop by later, okay?" Pinky called out to them.

"As will I!" said Mrs. Frisby.

Pinky waved good-bye as he and Globetrotter headed across the street and down the concrete path towards Flaversham's.

"We?" Globetrotter inquired, giving Pinky the eye.

"You don't want a cupcake, Brain?" asked Pinky sincerely, looking at him with genuine concern.

"I'll pass," muttered the scientist. Already he was getting that uncomfortable feeling in his nether regions that most definitely meant a trip to the facilities would be in order soon. He was starting to regret agreeing to this...

Stepping up the dimly-lit crimson brick steps leading to the three-level house, Pinky shuffled onto the welcome mat, Brian right beside him, and rang the doorbell.

Flaversham answered almost immediately, decked out in Pilgrim attire.

"Well, well, it's the organizer! Hello there, Mr. Pinkus!" he greeted him cheerfully, noticing only Pinky at first as he shook his hand.

"Evening, Mr. Flaversham!" Pinky replied excitedly, gently bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet like a little child.

"Oh, and who do you have with y- OH! M-Mr. Globetrotter!" Flaversham jumped.

"Evening," Globetrotter drolled.

"Well, I...," Flaversham gulped and laughed nervously. "I-I didn't expect you to be here! I mean, n-not that we don't want you to be here, of course!"

Globetrotter blinked very slooooowly as Flaversham tripped over his tongue something terrible. Fifteen years. Fifteen years he'd known this lily-livered numbskull; this absolutely pitiful excuse for a teacher who somehow made a six-figure salary next to his measly five, yet couldn't defend himself for peanuts. In Globetrotter's eyes, if you didn't have the mental brawn along with the brain then what even was the point?

"Um... What are you supposed to be, M-Mr. Globetrotter?" Flaversham somehow pressed on, wringing his hands together.

"Your worst nightmare," Globetrotter replied. It was meant in jest, but he knew Flaversham wouldn't see it that way, and he grinned inwardly at the professor's response.

"Oh, dear...," Flaversham muttered, looking even more shaken up than he already was.

The restlessness in the air was palpable, and Pinky, feeling the tension, quickly butt in.

"I can help set up the games if you'd like!" Pinky offered encouragingly, to which Flaversham smiled while shaking his head and holding up a hand.

"Oh. N-No need, Mr. Pinky. I can do it. Why don't you go help Mrs. Judson in the kitchen? She might need assistance with the pies, I think."

"Sure! Come on, Brain!" Pinky readily agreed, stepping lightly over the threshold and heading for what he assumed to be the kitchen, soaking in the fascinating decorum along the way.

Globetrotter, however, remained standing on the welcome mat. He stared at Flaversham, as if waiting for something.

"W-Won't you come in?" Flaversham offered, stepping aside fully to allow Globetrotter entrance.

"Thank you," said Globetrotter.

It was with great hesitancy that he tipped into the house, and what a house it was.

This wasn't the first time he'd walked across this hardwood floor. Five years ago he'd found himself in the same house, albeit for a completely different reason that was now lost to memory. But he'd certainly remembered the look of the place. Not much had changed. The three-story abode was the very definition of "mahogany overload" - the floors, the tables, the chairs, the cabinets, the bookshelves, the picture frames, the door frames, the doors themselves, the cuckoo clock on the wall in the adorable little dining room... Everything was mahogany. The layout and style was very similar in taste to that of Globetrotter's, save for being a bit more... eccentric. Flaversham was a renowned inventor as well as a professor, and it showed. There were little gadgets and gizmos in every room in the house, from self-cleaning toilets to robotics that made coffee just the way you liked it. Minus the strange contraptions, Globetrotter was actually quite jealous. His house was nice, but it was just that to him: nice. He wanted the best, and Flaversham had it. Globetrotter knew that he eventually would, as well, but that took time. Lots and lots of time.

He milled about, hands in his pockets, as Flaversham closed the door and dashed off to finish conversing with Mr. Bernard on the topic of breeding different tomato strains. Despite the enormity of the house, the place was packed. One never realizes just how many employees work under the same roof until they're actually under one roof, and this instance was a perfect example. Almost everyone was here, from tall, stuck-up Basil to the short little janitors Jaq and Gus. But of course Pinky would have invited them, Globetrotter thought, disgusted. Anyone within a hundred mile radius with the gumption to wave back at him if he said hello would automatically be on the party list...

Even the janitors, however, were dressed to the nines; well, for janitors, at least. Everyone was decked out in some sort of costume, but most all were tasteful or classy. He caught Basil in a detective's outfit ("You brought that old thing?" Dawson chuckled in jest to Basil as they greeted one another), Bernard and Bianca in very fashionable 1930s attire, and Amos, the Meteorology teacher, was unsurprisingly sporting a rather lavish wig, tiny bifocals, and a very 1700s suit (it was common knowledge that Dr. Amos revered the works of Benjamin Franklin). He nodded curtly to the occasional colleague that passed his way, feeling equal parts elevated that he hadn't stooped to levels of make-up and Halloween dress... and embarrassed for ironically feeling a bit out of place. No one stopped to talk with him. In fact, most gave him a wide berth, looking shocked that he'd showed up at all. Those that did greet him either did so out of supposed necessity or simple fear, and while it was certainly nice to feel respected, parties were absolutely not where he was in his element. Already he was feeling a bit claustrophobic, which did nothing to ease that tight sensation in his abdomen. It was only a matter of time before he'd have to dash for the facilities.

Flaversham made it a point early on to all the guests that there was a big fat box resting on a podium in a far corner of the living room, and that every participant was encouraged to write down their choice of teachers for the ten categories listed so as winners might be chosen for the awards ceremony. Globetrotter made a mental note not to participate.

Uncertain of where to go next, and wanting to free himself from the tight and chatty quarters, he made a spur of the moment decision to head for the kitchen, squeezing uncomfortably past Dawson and security guard Mappy (He invited the security guard?, Globetrotter thought), and slipping quietly into the kitchen.

The sizeable kitchen, though not as packed as the rest of the house, still housed a fair number of guests, and yet, despite the good number of party-goers in the room, the very first individual Globetrotter's eyes landed on was Pinky. Perhaps he was just so used to his lanky frame that he was a breeze to spot. At the moment, the Trozology teacher was helping Mrs. Judson with the baking, both of them suited up with frilly pink and yellow aprons.

"I'm just not sure if adding the cinnamon will be too strong or...," Mrs. Judson mused, looking a wee bit frazzled.

"Well, see, I think it would come out much better if you added some of this!" Pinky offered, squeezing a bit of lemon into the mix.

"Why, I didn't even think of lemon. Thank you, Mr. Pinkus," Judson smiled, finishing off the main ingredients with a flourish and popping the pie into the oven. "You know, you'd make an excellent chef."

"My mother always said that! But I felt more comfortable with Trozology," Pinky grinned in turn, untying his apron and tossing it over his shoulder before wiping his hands on a nearby towel.

"What is Trozology?" Mrs. Judson asked, not bothering with a towel and instead simply wiping her hands on her skirt and apron. "I never asked."

Globetrotter had begun to walk over to them, but froze in place at this question. If he didn't interrupt, perhaps he'd finally hear the answer to this puzzling question. He'd asked Pinky himself, of course, what it was, and on several occasions, whenever he did remember to do so, but by some strange force of nature or spirits or what-have-you, Pinky's answer was always cut short. Maybe this time, though, he wouldn't be? He cocked an ear...

"Oh! Well," Pinky began, more than happy to explain. "It's quite simple, really. It's actually the study o-"

"RONALD! My dear boy!" came a booming voice out of nowhere.

Emerging from the crowd in the most pompous of airs, fully gowned in an ebony and crimson outfit reminiscent of a vampire, or, perhaps, a Count, was Snowball. The only thing missing was a cigar. He flounced up to Pinky and patted him a little too hard on the back, completely unaware that Globetrotter was glaring daggers at him behind his back.

"Ha-ha! The man of the hour. I must say, I don't know why I ever stopped throwing these tasteful galas. They're quite fun! Except for the apple bobbing. I didn't particularly care for that..."

"I'm... I'm glad you're having fun, Mr. Principal!" Pinky responded, sounding gleeful but looking rather nervous. He hadn't forgotten the last time he'd seen this hamster, and it hadn't exactly been pleasant.

"Please, call me Snowball," insisted the principal.

In the back, Globetrotter was having a particularly difficult time of it trying not to keep his eyeballs from popping out of his head, so shocked was he at the presence of this unsightly rival. He made it a point to avoid the principal at all costs whenever he was in the school. Had he known Snowball would be here he definitely wouldn't have come. Had Pinky known, or had he conveniently left that part out?

It was at this moment that Snowball very inconveniently turned around.

"Why, Brain!" he beamed, grinning wide to reveal two particularly sharp, elongated fake teeth taking up the front end of his mouth.

Yup. Definitely a vampire.

He stepped up to the science teacher, cape swishing behind him dramatically as Globetrotter simply stood there, brow furrowed and arms crossed.

"What an absolute delight to see you here! I hear that's your new nickname, is it not? Brain? Brain... Has a rather egotistical ring to it, does it not?" Snowball smirked.

"Hello, Bally," Globetrotter sneered, effectively cleaning the smile off the hamster's face.

"You know I don't like being called that," the principal replied in a much lower tone of voice.

"Oh, don't you?" Globetrotter mocked, swiftly donning a fake pout. "I'm sorry, I thought you enjoyed being reminded of how much you like to dominate."

"Globetrotter!" Mrs. Judson hissed, but no one else seemed to mind or care. In fact, no one was listening to the sparking conversation at all aside from Pinky and Mrs. Judson, the former of whom seemed quite uncomfortable indeed.

"At least I'm not afraid to take full advantage of opportunistic situations," Snowball leered, that smarmy grin playing across his face one more. "So that I don't find myself on the bottom."

"Alllllll right. That's it!" Mrs. Judson intervened, physically stepping between the two of them and pushing them away from one another. "Enough of that talk. You two should be ashamed of yourselves."

Snowball just smirked.

"You still have a chance to redeem yourself, Brain! If not in life, then perhaps this evening? I look forward to seeing your results during the awards."

"You can count on it!" Globetrotter snapped, as Snowball, still grinning, melted into the crowd, winking at Pinky on the way out as he disappeared into another room, leaving his old colleague to stand there, fuming.

"Hmph," Mrs. Judson huffed, hands on her hips. "Well, I never. Globetrotter, you should be ashamed of yourself."

"For what?! He started it!"

"And you encouraged him! Mr. Pinky," she redirected, turning to the puzzled teacher. "I don't know why you invited him, of all creatures. He causes nothing but trouble."

"But I didn't...," answered Pinky meekly, and it was true.

Well, wait. No..., he thought. That wasn't entirely factual. He had bribed the Headmaster with a special spot in the party if he signed Olivia's petition, although, to be fair, Snowball hadn't gone for it.

"Snowball would have invited himself regardless," Globetrotter pitched in. "He takes whatever he wants."

The capsaicin in his tone was unmistakable. Mrs. Judson simply "hmph-ed" again and walked off. Pinky looked from Brain... to where Snowball had disappeared... and back again. He couldn't make out anything of what had just happened. There could be a number of plausible explanations, and his brain wouldn't settle on just one. Snowball had seemed so excited about Brain being invited to the party, so why were they at each other's throats? Had he made a mistake?

Globetrotter turned swiftly 'round to glare at Pinky.

"Why didn't you tell me he was coming?!" he bit, causing Pinky to wince. "At least give me a warning!"

"I... I'm sorry, Brain," Pinky whimpered, hanging his head and rubbing his arm. "I didn't think it would matter. He seemed so excited about you coming!"

"And now you know why," Globetrotter bit. "I should've known you'd make so asinine of a mistake. At least I have an opportunity get him back. 'Not afraid to take full advantage". Ha! I'll show him taking advantage."

"Come again..?"

"The show, Pinky. The show. When I sweep the awards that undignified meadowlark won't be able to put a finger on me!" Globetrotter chuckled to himself, rubbing his hands together evilly. "At least you did one thing right this evening. That hamster is going down."

And with that, he stomped off after Snowball, leaving Pinky to stand very much alone in a sea of people, ears down, tail limp, and heart very much conflicted.

/\/\/\/\/\

The rest of the evening went quite predictably, as parties go. Food was eaten. Games were played. A pie was burnt. Gossip was shared and stories were exchanged. And absolutely no one could beat Basil at Poker.

Pinky socialized with most anyone and everyone, occasionally tossing a concerned glance in Globetrotter's direction. The science teacher hadn't spoken once to him since the kitchen incident, instead opting to trail Snowball wherever he went - close enough that the Headmaster knew he was there, but not so close that the hamster could launch a sarcastic grenade in his direction. Now and again, Snowball would participate in a friendly game of pool or shuffleboard. Every time, he invited Globetrotter to join. Every time, against his better judgement, Globetrotter relented... and lost, growing more and more irritated with each escaped victory. The hamster didn't seem to mind the mouse's sour attitude. Indeed, he appeared to be practically relishing in Globetrotter's humiliation. Most party-goers simply ignored the angry little rodent. Everyone knew he was difficult to please and prone to bouts of outrage. Why tempt the beast? But Pinky didn't see a beast. He saw a broken, frustrated, self-doubting little creature that was hurting and taking it out on everyone, including himself. The pain in his eyes wasn't difficult to see. He was all too familiar with it.

Meanwhile, Globetrotter found himself increasingly frustrated. Despite his initial resistance, out of exacerbation he wandered up to the podium. Already a healthy helping of papers had been ripped off of a little notepad and stuffed into the large, black box. The notepad seem to have been custom-made, for on it was a list of ten subjects, ranging from "Most Popular Teacher" to "Fastest Grader". Globetrotter scoffed at the list. It all seemed very trivial and rather haphazardly put together, but his eyes still landed on the "Most Popular Teacher" award. For some reason, he imagined his name next to it, even though popularity was the last thing he wanted. If there had been a "Most Respected Teacher" award (which, despite Pinky saying there would be one, there wasn't) he would have been bold enough to put himself down for it and slip it into the box. He knew who was going to win "Most Popular", and it wasn't going to be him.

He sighed and looked furtively this way and that without turning his head.

He clicked his tongue.

"Hell...," he muttered, picking up a pencil on the podium and writing down 'Pinky', and only 'Pinky', for the "Most Popular" option. He didn't bother filling out the others. Popping it into the box, he ran a hand down his face as inconspicuously as possible, stepped away from the podium, and melted back into the crowd. It wasn't like anyone had noticed him there, or would care. Pinky certainly hadn't noticed, and that's what mattered most.

/\/\/\/\/\

At 7:03 PM, the doorbell rang. Flaversham answered it. It was Olivia.

"Oh! Olivia."

He bent down to her level and cupped a hand to his mouth.

"You know this is adults only, my dear," he whispered kindly to her.

"I know, Daddy! I just need to see... Mr. Pinky!" she gasped, swallowing heavily between "see" and "Mr.". It was obvious that she had just run all the way from Mrs. Frisby's house to hers.

"Hm. Just a moment. I'll go find him."

It did not take long.

"Hello, Olivia!" Pinky said, returning with Professor Flaversham and licking the tips of his fingers of what looked to be chocolate cake. "How's your party going?"

"Mmph. All right. Evinrude ate too many cupcakes, though," she huffed, folding her arms indignantly. "And Alphie had an accident and peed all over the floor."

"Alphie?"

"He goes to Cynthia's kindergarten class."

She motioned with a hand for Pinky to bend down to her level, which he did. She stepped up to his ear and whispered:

"I don't think he's potty trained."

Pinky chuckled a little and stood back up.

"I'll leave you two to it. I have to get back to my guests. Olivia, don't keep Mr. Pinky long, all right?" Flaversham said.

"I won't!" replied Olivia. Then she looked back up at Pinky. "I have a problem," she sighed.

"Oh?" asked Pinky, kneeling down to the ground so as she didn't have to crane her neck. "What is it?"

"May I borrow your box?"

"My box?"

"You know. The one from your class! It'll work anywhere, right?"

"Hmmmm. Oh! You mean the one we sit in when we go to different worlds, yes?"

"Yes! That's it!"

Pinky chuckled and leaned in. Now it was his turn to do the whispering.

"Well, Olivia. Let me tell you a secret: Any box works! Poit!"

"Really?" she gasped, pulling back, her eyes wide.

"Mmhm! All you have to do is think reeeaaally hard about where you want to go, and then you'll be there!"

"And everyone else, too?!"

"Mmmm... it does help if they're thinking hard, too, but if you concentrate deep enough you can do it for them!"

"I can?!"

"Yes! Ha-ha!"

"No way! I'm going to go try it out! Thank you, Mr. Pinky!" she exclaimed excitedly, hugging him about the neck before running back to Mrs. Frisby's in the crisp fall air, her little black shoes crunching across the leaf-infested street. "See you later! And thank you!"

"Have fun! Narf!" Pinky waved back, beaming. Spirits uplifted a little, he headed back inside, not noticing the black cab that pulled up to the curb.

The first thing that hit his nose upon reentering the house was a strong whiff of bourbon. His snout wrinkled at the scent. It was so potent he was surprised he hadn't smelled it back on the porch. Along with the bourbon came a hint of wine. As he milled about, he noticed that nearly everyone had a glass in their hand, courtesy of Flaversham, who, along with a couple of helpers, was passing around spirits. Even Mrs. Frisby, who must have slipped in earlier, could be seen with a tiny little cup of sparkling wine in hand, and the chatter in the room, coupled with smooth jazz music, had noticeably increased. Clearly, the actual party was starting.

"Spirits, Sir?" a stout little vole in a black suit and tie asked him, holding up a round platter of drinks as high as his tiny arms could reach. Pinky, after all, was a very tall mouse.

"Oh. No, thank you!" Pinky politely refused, holding up a hand. "I don't drink. Ha-ha."

The diminutive vole shrugged and skittered off, presumably to his next victim.

Pinky looked about. Everywhere was packed - the living room, the foyer, the second and third levels. Even the stairs themselves were occupied. Feeling a little claustrophobic, he headed for the kitchen.

As before, it wasn't as overrun as the other rooms, but Mrs. Judson looked exhausted all the same, sitting at the main dining table on the farthest side, a glass of red wine in one hand, the other hand fanning herself. Pinky wandered over to her.

"Did the chocolate cake come out all right?" he asked. "So sorry I wasn't there for the last bit to help!" And he looked genuinely sorry about it.

"Oh. Don't worry about it," she said thickly, hiccuping. "This isn't my first fete, and it won't be the last, I can assure you of that."

She took a sip of wine, and Pinky sat down next to her.

"So how are those two rascals gettin' along?"

"Who?" asked Pinky, ears twitching at the ringing of the doorbell.

"Globetrotter and Snowball. Are they still at one another's throats out there?"

"I think so."

"Heh. Typical," she scoffed, taking another sip.

"How long have you known Brain, Mrs. Judson?"

"Brain..?"

"Isn't that his first name?"

Mrs. Judson laughed.

"Brian, dear. Brian's his name!"

"Brian who?" asked Pinky, looking around as if to catch sight of this mysterious 'Brian'.

"Really, Mr. Pinky. You're not going to get on his good side mispronouncing his name, if he even has a good side..."

"I'm sorry. Who?"

"Globetrotter, of course. I'm surprised you rub shoulders with him," said Judson, chair creaking loudly as she leaned heavily back into it. "He's not exactly the amiable type."

"What is his type?"

"Hmph," Judson grunted, swirling her wine about. "I'd pin him as the 'don't give a shite' type. Fellow doesn't care about anyone except himself."

There it was again.

"That's not true," Pinky piped up in defense. "He loves the world, and everything in it!"

"Loves the world? Where you'd get that notion?" Mrs. Judson asked, looking at him quizzically.

"H-He told me. And I've seen him work... after hours, doing, you know, little things - things to help people. I truly believe Brain wants to make the world a better place."

Mrs. Judson leaned forward.

"Globetrotter doesn't care about anyone save for 'imself, love. I know you want to see the good in everyone, but some people just don't have that, deary." She sighed. "Two years ago, there was a girl in his class named Dandy. Very nice girl; very sweet girl. Wouldn't hurt a fly. But she wasn't the brightest in mathematics and, well, Globetrotter was particularly hard on her. Too hard. One day, I pop into one of the abandoned classrooms. Found her in the corner with some pills in her hand. I managed to stop her before she'd downed the whole lot. Now, I know that's an extreme case, but from what she told me what pushed her to the edge was him - told her she was a good for nothing; that she'd never go anywhere; constantly yelled at her in class, even outside of class; assigned her extra homework, more than all the other students. I never said anything to anyone, save for screamin' in his face about it one night. Told him he bloody near killed the girl. Dunno if it did much good, really."

Pinky gaped, wide-eyed.

"I... I knew that he yelled sometimes, and that his students don't really like him, but... I didn't know he did that. Zort..."

"He's not one to mess with, love," Judson said, leaning back into her chair once more. "There hasn't been an incident that bad since, but I still keep my eye on him now and then. We all have some demons to fight. I don't know what's his, but you see a poor soul ready to end her life because of a teacher and you tell me if that man is fit to teach. He might've been framed for manslaughter if she'd done it. One day it's all going to come back and bite him in the arse; mark my words. I almost pity 'im."

As she took another sip of wine, Pinky blinked and stared out into nothingness, contemplating all that Mrs. Judson had told him. Was Globetrotter really that bad...? He could someone with such good intentions be so cruel? And if he wasn't trying to take over the world for pure reasons then what was he trying to do? The guess he could harbor was one he didn't care to think about. He didn't want to believe what Mrs. Judson had said, but in his heart he knew she was telling the truth.

He got up from his chair.

"Excuse me," Pinky muttered.

Mrs. Judson looked at him in concern.

"You all right, love? I'm sorry. Perhaps that was a bit much to tell you."

"No no! I... I'm all right. Really," replied Pinky, forcing a smile.

Mrs. Judson wasn't convinced.

"Don't let it get you down, dear," she said, opting not to push it. "Focus on the good lot, like those children you teach. They're the ones who deserve all of your love, not a person who won't appreciate it. You're a good man, Ronald. Best teacher we've ever had, in fact."

"Thank you, Mrs. Judson," nodded Pinky, his smile genuine this time.

And he left, heading for the living room.

As expected, the place was still packed. Pinky chose a spot in a far corner of the congested living room - one of two plush red velvet chairs with a small black table in-between them, set in front of duo mahogany bookshelves. He sank into it and sighed. After the talk with Mrs. Judson, he was feeling particularly winded. Thoughts were raging through his mind like a lightning storm, causing his head to pound and his ears to ring. In an effort to calm himself, he opted to focus on the interesting things scattered about the room.

It was after an entire minute of scanning the area, gazing at the pictures on the walls and observing nearby conversations, that he noticed a familiar figure sitting in the plush chair next to him.

Brian T. Globetrotter sat with his hand propped up against his cheek, brow furrowed and feet dangling. Only now did Pinky realize that Globetrotter's suit was a bit too tight for him, his round stomach begging to protrude past the black cotton. There were deep bags under his eyes, and he sighed as if the entire weight of the world was on his shoulders. He looked utterly miserable. Pinky sank deeper into his chair, hoping the mouse hadn't noticed him, but...

"Some party," Globetrotter muttered, not looking at him.

Pinky said nothing.

"Never thought I'd see the day when a pawn would checkmate a king."

Pinky blinked.

"But I suppose I should have expected nothing less from a shark. Backstabbing, libidinous son of a-"

POP! went a champagne bottle, but Pinky still winced at the language.

An awkward pause passed by, in which Globetrotter tossed a glance or two in his colleague's direction, whereas Pinky determinedly looked everywhere but at Brian.

"You're unusually reticent," Globetrotter remarked, a bit sharply. "Bad Bourbon?"

"What..?" Pinky asked distantly, eyes wide and looking as if he'd just been injected with a heavy dose of bewilderment.

Brain frowned at him, but never got a chance to reply.

Claps and cheers resounded throughout the room. Tables and chairs were being pushed to the sides, with more being added from other spots in the house, guests taking seats wherever they could find one. Some remained standing out of necessity, others out of desire. Most all had a glass of wine, bourbon, or champagne to sip. In a corner opposite where Pinky and Brian sat, Flaversham stood in front of a pedestal (mahogany, of course), which was positioned on a raised part of the floor that made up a little one-step, upper area. Two tall wooden bookcases stood behind him, framing his lanky figure.

"All right! All right! Calm down, everyone!" Flaversham called out, clearing his throat. "Ahem. First, I'd like to thank you all for attending tonight's autumn get-together, which was graciously put together, as we all know, by Mr. Ronald Pinkus!"

He motioned to Pinky, who was still sitting in the red velvet chair next to Globetrotter. He grinned shyly and blushed, waving his fingers at the crowd, who exploded in genuine claps, whistles, and cheers.

"I think I speak for everyone when I say that our little party has been a resounding success," Flaversham continued.

"Hmph. Almost everyone," Globetrotter mumbled quietly, as the guests once again replied with hoots and hollers. Pinky heard him, however, and his ears drooped.

"But now that we are all filled with good food, good wine, and fun games, it's time for the grand event, also put together by Mr. Pinky!"

Pinky forced a smile as more claps were tossed his way. It was fortunate he'd been able to alert not only Flaversham, but most all those present in the room about his awards ceremony idea just hours before the actual party, which, in itself, had been a daunting task. "Please, don't tell anyone I came up with it last minute!" he'd asked everyone pre-party, wanting for it to come off as inconspicuous as possible to Globetrotter. All the same, his eyes kept flicking back and forth to the science teacher, hoping he wouldn't notice anything suspicious, which, thankfully, he didn't seem to. If anything, he'd sat up in his seat, looking rather uncomfortable.

"Excuse me," said Globetrotter, standing up and making for where he knew was the facilities.

Although he would never admit it out loud, one odd thing about Globetrotter was that he took note of where the bathrooms were in every single location he ever visited in the event that, should he ever return to said place, he'd immediately know where to run to whenever his bowels acted up. Flaversham's was no different. This particular restroom run was one he intended to keep short; the awards ceremony was the only thing he'd come for and, by Ptolemy, he was not going to miss it.

He made a beeline for the back of the house, left of the foyer and beyond the kitchen. He was half-way down an elegantly-carpeted hallway when he ran into the last person in the world he'd expected to meet.

"Eggy?"

"Billie?"

They both stopped and stared at one another, surprised as anything. She was dressed to the nines from top to bottom, a long purple boa covering part of what must have been a royally expensive mink fur coat and satin pink dress. He wasn't sure what drew more attention to her - the annoyingly echoing click of her high heels, the exceedingly large cartwheel sunhat to match the dress and shoes, or the yellow purse made of thick leather which absolutely did not match any part of the outfit. It was obvious she'd just come out of the bathroom herself - her make-up was far too fresh.

Billie sized him up and down before finally settling on a frown, crossing her arms, and leaning against the wall.

"Well. Fancy meeting you here."

"I could say the same...," Globetrotter grunted, playing the same card with an equally down-turned expression. "Snowball put you up to this?"

"You tell me. A man isn't satisfied unless he's embarrassed a girl at least twice."

"You know that was never my intention."

"Wasn't it?"

Globetrotter sighed. He didn't have time for this. Already, his bowels were threatening to burst. He was doing everything in his power not to dance around on the spot.

"Excuse me," he groaned, slipping past her and darting for the bathroom.

"Yeah, you run away, Eggy. Just like you ran away every other time!" she yelled after him as he slammed the mahogany door shut.

Inside, Brian shot to the toilet, barely able to undo his belt fast enough before absolutely exploding. He buried his face in his hands. Why, oh, why, had he ever agreed to this? Idiot. The busted car should have been a sign that the night would only get worse. Fate had been at the door and he'd tempted it.

Five minutes, one pill, and a healthy blast of citrus spray around the bathroom later, Globetrotter exited, taking with him a weary composure and an overwhelming desire to collapse into his warm bed back home. He had half a mind to "borrow" Pinky's keys and drive home without a backward glance, but stubbornness won out. He was going to attend the ceremony if it was the last thing he did, Billie or no Billie.

He tip-toed back out into civilization, past the kitchen, across the foyer... and that's where he stayed, for he could see Billie at the far end of the room and didn't wish to wander any closer. Pinky was still in his chair, twiddling his thumbs absently as he tried to hang onto Flaversham's words, and Snowball was leaning against a right-hand wall a few paces away, sipping at a glass of wine and looking absolutely smug about it. It was dangerous territory all around.

"So!" Flaversham announced. "Let's get started, shall we? Now, I have a few prizes here... that were whipped up from the local shopping establishments," he added, to a resounding wave of chuckles.

Globetrotter raised an eyebrow. Shopping establishments?

"First! We have a gift card to Pottery Barn! One hundred dollars!" Flaversham went on, pulling a card out from a hidden shelf on the podium and flashing it off to the crowd, some of whom "oooo-ed" and "ahhh-ed" at the desired trinket.

Globetrotter scowled. Pottery Barn?! They were handing out peasant prizes!

"First prize goes to the teacher with...," Flaversham faltered, readjusting his large round glasses as he took a closer look at a rectangular piece of parchment in his fingers, "... 'Most A+ Students in 1992'!"

More chatter. Several of the women giggled and gabbled amongst themselves, quietly (or not-so-quietly) guessing at who might win the prize.

"And the card goes to..." He flipped open the parchment. "Mrs. Frisby!"

The room clapped and cheered. Mrs. Frisby, looking very surprised indeed, humbly got up from her chair, thanking her friends who patted her encouragingly as she stepped up to the podium to retrieve her gift.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Frisby," Flaversham said warmly, handing her the card.

"Why, thank you!" she addressed, both to him and the entire room. "I don't know what to say!"

"You earned it, Miss Friz!" someone called from the crowd, and others heartily agreed.

As Frisby went to sit down, still looking rather flabbergasted, Globetrotter scoffed, tossing a paw in frustration and opting to lean up against a nearby wall at the very back of the crowd. No medals. No trophies. Just party favors! What a joke.

And so the "party favors" were slowly dolled out over the course of a very long, very boring hour, at least in Globetrotter's eyes. The gifts took on all shapes, sizes, and costs, ranging from everything from a pack of playing cards to a set of expensive dinnerware. Basil, unsurprisingly, won a gift card to Barnes & Noble for "Most Books Assigned to Classes". It was common knowledge that his assignments involved consulting actual tomes - lots of them. If there was anyone who owned a bigger library than Globetrotter and even Flaversham, it was Basil. Jerry the Mouse, one of the theatre instructors, received a VHS set of musicals for snagging the "Most Creative" award, and Pinky, to no one's surprise, was the grand winner of the "Most Popular Teacher" title and a month's supply of Cheez-Its. Surprisingly, the only award Snowball had won, and would win for the remainder of the ceremony, was a fez hat for "Most Mysterious". He didn't seem perturbed, however. Quite the opposite, in fact. He accepted his gift graciously, wasting no time in plopping it atop his thick head, a smug smile completing the look. So far, Globetrotter had not won a single prize. Not like he wanted one at this point...

By 7:49, and with only two awards left to go, Globetrotter was silently plotting Pinky's downfall more deeply than ever. Why had he agreed to this public display of humiliation? Why did everything that could go wrong actually go wrong on this joke of a day? Why did he ride along in a pungent car with a wack-o "professor" who had terrible taste in music and an even more insatiable personality? Why, for that matter, had he even bothered to make him his lackey, of all things? What crazy mood had he been in to posses him to act upon that notion? Why would he willingly hang out with someone he didn't like; that he was trying to oust, rather? To destroy?

As all these confusing thoughts playing ping-pong loudly in Brian's head, Flaversham read out the second-to-last award:

"And the winner of 'Ultimate Night Owl" goes to... Oh! Professor Globetrotter!"

Globetrotter's ears perked up as the crowd cheered and clapped politely. He barely heard what the title even was, much less the award he'd earned for it.

"Wait... What?" he queried, looking this way and that in confusion.

"That's you, Globetrotter!" another math professor said.

"Go on up, man!" piped a much younger teacher whom Globetrotter did not know, pushing him up to the front encouragingly.

He stepped out into the middle of the room a bit self-consciously, hands tucked in to his chest as he tip-toed towards the podium, the gentle claps and occasional whistle nudging him ever forward. He stared up at Flaversham, feeling smaller than he usually felt.

"For you!" Flaversham said, handing him a book: A Shrine of Murders by Celia L. Grace.

Globetrotter took it. He blinked. Not only was this a very appropriate gift, it was actually one he'd been wanting. Whomever had gotten him this knew that it had been on his wish list. Who...? For that matter, who had paid for all of these prizes?

In the background, Pinky was watching Globetrotter most intently, albeit trying not to look it.

"What was my title?" Globetrotter asked, still flabbergasted.

"Oh. Uhhh... U-Ultimate Night Owl, Professor Globetrotter. You won for the teacher who clocks out the latest. Y-You must be very studious, Professor!"

Globetrotter looked down at his book once more, almost at a loss for words.

"I-I... Thank you...," he managed to squeak out.

He couldn't remember the last time someone had given him such a thoughtful gift. It scared him a little. Who was this individual who knew him so well? But then he realized: It hadn't been quite so long ago that he'd received a very personal present. The last person whom had given him a particularly intimate gift... was Pinky. He tossed a searching and inquisitive stare over his shoulder at the Trozologist, who simply gave him a very small and strained smile.

"Um. I-If you don't mind, Mr. Globetrotter, may we continue with the... festivities?" Flaversham bumbled about.

Globetrotter looked around, only just then realizing that he'd been standing in place for a good half a minute. Every eye was on him. Some were giggling, presumably at his shocked reaction and the flabbergasted look on his face. A light pink blush rose up into the science teacher's ivory cheeks. Embarrassed, he shuffled back to his spot at the tail end of the crowd and leaned against the wall, caressing the book with warm hands as he did so. His ego told him he deserved this; that he worked hard to warrant receiving gifts. But another part of him, a part he'd tried desperately to hide for years, told him he absolutely did not.

There was an odd rumbling in his stomach as Flaversham pulled out the last card for "Most Knowledgeable Teacher". Again? Surely, he didn't have to relieve himself this soon? Deciding to be safe than sorry, he made for the bathroom, when...

"And the winner goes to... Oh, my! Globetrotter again!"

More claps. More cheers. Most polite; some genuine. Basil looked rather disappointed.

Globetrotter stopped dead in his tracks and turned around slowly on the spot. What...?

"Yes, you! A-ha. Come here!" Flaversham called, responding to the mouse's locked and bewildered stare.

Once again, the professor slowly made his way to the front of the crowd, reaching out for the second time towards a prize.

"Congratulations!" said Flaversham.

He accepted the gift, without a "thank you" this time. He looked at it. It was a gift card to Denny's.

The claps continued. Even though they were more deferential than anything, it was at least agreed upon, albeit not in words, that this prize was one Globetrotter very much deserved. Despite his horrible reputation, not one could deny that he was the most intellectual being in the school.

He shuffled slowly back to his wall, wide-eyed, dumbstruck, and still processing the fact that he'd not only won twice, but that one of the prizes was to a place he'd never set foot in in his life... and probably never would.

"Well, that does it for the ceremony, everyone! Ah, Mrs. Judson is making roast pudding in the kitchen, if you'd all like to have some!" Flaversham called out, as the guests began to disperse, some taking it upon themselves to shuffle the chairs and tables back into position, others heading immediately to the kitchen.

Globetrotter leaned back against the wall and sighed, staring at his two prizes. He'd come to this party in the hopes of attaining prizes; expected it even. So why was he so surprised to get some?

Confused, wanting to better collect his thoughts in a more private setting, Globetrotter slithered through the thinning crowd (most of whom were now jostling towards the enticing smell of pudding), past the chairs where he had sat (and which was noticeably absent of one particular Trozology professor), and up a flight of steps to the second level.

Compared to the rest of the house, this area was significantly less congested. In fact, aside from himself, no one else was up here. Tucking the book underneath his arm, and slipping the card into a pocket, he stuck his hand in his pants pockets and meandered about the vacant area.

A long mahogany banister, its thin wooden pillars supporting the third floor above, framed a strip of hall, wrapping around to stretch the length of another strip. The pillars were moderately spaced, enough that someone could look over any part of the banister to the first floor below. Globetrotter could see the top of the podium, and the black box, now open, that had house everyone's ceremonial votes. A lingering scent of burnt metal and, strangely, sour apples wafted across his nose as he shuffled across the thick ornate carpet, one hand rubbing its thumb over the smooth surface of the gift card as he went. His eyes went to the pictures along the walls - photographs of family members, young and old, that catalogued the years gone by; replications of Monet's paintings; the occasional framed newspaper clipping highlighting some new discovery in the scientific community, or else drawing attention to an exciting invention by some nobody from Tennessee or Ohio. One particular article covered the death of Richard Feynman, a physicist, in 1988. Globetrotter remembered that. He was quite fond of his research on particle physics and his theory of quantum electrodynamics.

Turning a corner at the end of the first stretch of banister, Globetrotter stopped sharply in his tracks, for only now did he realize that he wasn't the only guest up here.

Billie stood at the far end of the hall, her long, covered arms resting upon the banister as she overlooked the mostly empty living room below. She didn't bother turning her head as Globetrotter stood there, staring at her.

"Finally noticed me, did ya'?" she scoffed lightly, looking forlornly over the edge.

Globetrotter shuffled his feet. He racked his brain for a witty reply, but none came to mind, and so he settled with a lame:

"What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you, too, Eggy," said Billie, sounding equal parts miffed and disappointed.

"Please don't call me that."

"I'll call you whatever I want. Can't a girl have that?"

Globetrotter didn't know what to say. The scent of trouble was mixing with the apple and burnt metal, souring the atmosphere further, and he didn't like it. This entire evening was a ticking time bomb, slowly counting down the seconds to what was sure to be a royal disaster, and if he didn't leave soon it was going to blow up in his face.

"Excuse me. I need to... use the facilities," he threw at her, heading back towards the stairs. It was only a partial lie. If he didn't have to use the toilet when he got to it he could at least have a good cry where no one would see him.

"Eggy, wait...," she reached out, finally turning to look at him.

Globetrotter stopped, gaze firmly fixed on the carpet.

Billie sighed. When she spoke, it was with a significantly softer tone.

"Listen, Eggy, would you just tell me the truth? You don't have to pretend you weren't involved..."

"What are you talking about?" asked Globetrotter, shooting her a sharp and quizzical glare over his shoulder.

"Eggy, I'm not stupid. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that you worked with Snowball in getting me here, just to embarrass me. You know how much it breaks my heart to see you again!"

"Why would I actively participate in something that makes me just as uncomfortable? That doesn't make any sense."

"I dunno. I just know you had a hand in it."

"I did nothing of the sort. I had no idea Snowball was going to be here, much less you."

Billie winced a little at the insensitive remark.

"Are you even a little happy to see me, Eggy?"

Globetrotter gave her a long, drawn-out look. Gosh, she was pretty. Even with one strand of the silky hair that curled over her face being out of place. Even with a bit of her eyeliner being slightly askew. (Eyeliner. He didn't even like eyeliner, but he liked it on her.) The saucer hat which practically hovered over her head like a UFO, and the ugliest yellow purse in the world, did nothing to diminish her beauty. But it wasn't meant to be and had never been meant to be. There was, as he would have put it, no sense in lamenting over prostrated dairy product.

And so he replied with a very finite, but lugubrious, "no", leaving his pity in his pockets as he left the second floor and descended back down to the first, Billie staring after him with a forlorn expression on her painted face.

/\/\/\/\/\

The crowd waited with bated breath. Jaq was chewing on his tail, and Gus, right beside him, had his paws tucked tightly up to his chest, bottom lip reddening as he bit down on it in trepidation. Amos's jaw was in great danger of falling to the floor in astonishment, and Basil, sitting in a far corner of the kitchen, was staring unblinkingly at the scene, equal parts frightened and disgusted.

Pinky and Pip were sitting across from one another at the main dining table, head-to-head in a furious competition, a sizable crowd of guests sitting and standing around them, captivated. Pip had challenged Pinky to a drink off - a spicy drink off, to be precise. In front of them were two tumblers, both filled to the brim with a most potent concoction indeed: a juicy mixture of jalapenos, habaneros, garlic, ginger, turmeric, a little bit of apple and carrot to offset some of the heat, and, to top it all off, chili peppers. "Bet you can't get through just one!" Pip had joked, and Pinky, not wanting to turn down any kind of party game, had accepted when no one else would.

The two rodents, chipmunk and mouse, grinned at one another, game faces set.

"You gentlemen are going to regret this," Dawson said, who was standing nearby with a stop watch ready and waiting in his hand. "On my mark. Get set... Go!"

Immediately, they started chugging. Pinky's eyes practically popped out of his head at the first gulp, but he kept going. Pip barely broke a sweat at first, but half-way through his nose was starting to wrinkle.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" went the crowd, mostly the men. Almost all the women looked either concerned, grossed out, or simply shook their heads in exacerbation. Mrs. Judson glared at them in-between cutting up vegetables for another dish.

Pinky's eyes were starting to water. Pip drank faster in an effort to get it over with as quickly as possible. They both finished their first glass at the exact same time, each slamming their tumblers on the table and gasping for fresh air. Pinky's tongue was lolling out of his mouth, and Pip was actually sweating.

"Time!" Dawson called out. "Thirty-six seconds flat!"

"T-Take that for a first shot!" Pip exclaimed, looking weary.

"Now now. That was a tie, and you still have one more glass to go!" Dawson reminded them.

"What...? Oh, yeah..," groaned Pip, giving his second tumbler the side eye.

Pinky silently drew his second glass up to himself in preparation, resigned to his fate. Might as well.

"On your mark...," went Dawson, as Pip scrambled to grab his glass. "Go!"

Off they went, Pip more resignedly this time, Pinky simply shooting down the drink as fast as was humanely possible. He shut his eyes to the heat, tears streaming down his fluffy white cheeks now as he threw his head back and downed the entire thing gulp-by-gulp. Pip struggled to keep up, and at the second Dawson yelled, "Time!", he was still finishing off the last few drops as Pinky slammed his glass to the table.

"Mr. Pinky is the winner!"

"Ha!" Pinky exclaimed, pointing at Pip victoriously as he fell back into his chair, breathing heavily and smiling wearily as the crowd came around to congratulate him, pat him on the shoulders, or else bring him a glass of water or milk. Mrs. Judson simply shook her head, muttering under her breath, repulsed.

"Hmph. Beginner's luck," Pip groaned, sinking into his chair as he lazily tossed a $10 bill in Pinky's direction. When someone set a cup of milk in front of him, he stubbornly waited a few seconds before picking it up resignedly and downing the entire glass.

Globetrotter came in right at the tail end of it all, hands still occupying his pockets as he lingered next to Mrs. Judson. He shook his head.

"Idiots," he mumbled.

"For once, I agree with you," Judson seconded, cutting up carrots. "What'd you win? I heard some of it, but didn't get a look at the prizes."

Globetrotter slipped the book out from under his arm and held it out for Mrs. Judson to see.

"What's this?" she asked, leaning over and adjusting her glasses for a better look. "Hm. Book you'd been wanting?"

"Yes," said Globetrotter, tucking the precious cargo back under his arm.

Mrs. Judson smiled and shook her head.

"Always so thoughtful, he is," said she.

"Who?"

"Mr. Pinky, of course. He said you'd like it."

"He got me this..?"

"Well, of course. He bought all the gifts. Didn't he tell you?"

"I... He did?"

"Yes. He took it all very seriously. Must have cost a fortune for him. He's not as well to-do as you are."

Globetrotter frowned, staring off into space in contemplation. Well, that explained the variety in the gifts. At some point he must have run low on funds and scraped for options, hence the fez hat and Denny's card. He was surprised the nincompoop had paid for it all himself. What a waste of finances, he thought. Then again, he did like the book.

"Oh, look what the cat dragged in...," was what slipped off of Mrs. Judson's tongue, barely turning around at the telling click of two high-heeled shoes.

Only Globetrotter had heard the comment as he turned about to see Billie walk into the room. He both resented and agreed with it. While he did find her beautiful, there was a reason why things hadn't worked out.

The overly-dressed mouse stepped lightly across the linoleum, pinching her nose as she did so.

"Oo! What is that smell?!" rang out her disgust in a high-pitched, obnoxious voice, turning a few heads in the process. "Smells like someone threw up a chili dog!"

At the sight of Billie, most returned to their conversations, blatantly ignoring her. She didn't seem to notice.

"Who's the braud?" Pip whispered to a teacher, a vole by the name of Motley.

"Hm? Oh," replied Motley, adjusting his glasses as he took a closer look at Billie. "That's Ms. Rossi, Globetrotter's ex."

"Wife?"

"Girlfriend."

"Ohhhhhhhhh. She's a looker, ain't she?" Pip grinned.

"Mmmm... yes. Not much of a lover, though, from what I've heard."

"No? Huh. Shame."

Billie sniffed, taking a moment to look around the room (as well as frowning at the mere presence of Mrs. Judson) before noticing that Globetrotter was, in fact, staring at her.

"Still not talkin' to me, huh?" she nipped, judging him with a look.

Rolling his eyes, Globetrotter walked right past Billie.

"I'm not having this discussion," he said, pointedly refusing to look at her. "If you're too bothered by my presence, you can leave."

Billie stared at him as he exited out of the kitchen and back into the living room. Behind her, Snowball popped his head out of the crowd, grinning sneakily.

"Eggy!" Billie called out, following Globetrotter, not noticing that she wasn't the only one who chased after him.

Back out in the living room, Globetrotter stopped in his tracks as Billie caught up with him. Only a few stragglers lingered about the area by this point, but it was still enough that Globetrotter gave her a warning look. Not here. Not now. The last place he wanted this second-hand embarrassment to fester in was in public, but he knew Billie all too well. Rain or shine, mall or mansion, she was going to speak her mind.

"Eggy, wait! Why don't we talk about this?" she insisted, actually reaching out to grab at Globetrotter's hand. He let it linger there for a moment, but only a moment.

"There's nothing to discuss," said he, pulling away. "Especially here," he said between gritted teeth.

Like a snake, Snowball slipped out into the living room and slithered up against a wall, discreetly grabbing a book from one of the nearby shelves and holding it up to his face in mock preoccupation. Now and again, he peeked over the edges of the novel to enjoy the show. If he'd had popcorn, he would have been munching it.

"It's because I'm not good enough for you, isn't it? You always were more in love with your work."

"That's not the case at all!" Globetrotter retorted, even though, to a degree, it was. "I've told you multiple times why it won't work out between us. Why can't you just... drop the subject?"

"Maybe I would if you'd give me a better reason besides just, 'Oh, I'm too busy!', or, 'Oh, you're too high-maintenance for me!', whatever that means."

By this time, the few stragglers had paused in their private conversations to stare at the scene, and heads were popping out from the kitchen door and hallway to gawk at the battling ex-couple, including Pinky, who actually slipped out into the living room. He seemed torn between interrupting and letting nature take its course. Snowball was silently giggling to himself, which, unfortunately, caught Billie's attention.

"You!" she yelped. "What are you doing here eavesdropping?"

"Me? I'm just trying to read my book!" he replied.

"You set me up for this. You knew he was going to be here, didn't you?!"

"I had no idea! I didn't know one way or the other if Brain was going to show up," reacted Snowball, dressing himself in the ultimate feign of innocence, one hand to his chest and eyes wide in "shock".

Pinky began to lift a paw in protest at this, but quickly replaced it. Technically, Snowball was correct. The principal had had no idea if Pinky would have been able to get Globetrotter to come or not; he'd requested him there as part of the deal, and now, as Pinky watched Globetrotter quietly smirk behind his book, he knew why. It wasn't because he wanted to reconnect with an old friend, or see to it that Globetrotter had a little bit of fun outside of school. He'd wanted him humiliated, all four feet of him, hooked, lined, and sunk in front of a gaping audience, and, thanks to Pinky, he'd gotten it.

Billie had rounded on Globetrotter again.

"It's not enough to break a girl's heart, is it, Eggy? Ya' always gotta go the extra mile, don't you?" she yelled, clearly not believing either of them.

"I never meant to hurt you!" Globetrotter defended himself truthfully. "I just... didn't know how to move forward!"

"Oh, is that all it was? Well, here's your chance! Are you going to take me back or what?"

"I... I-I..."

He looked around nervously. The entire room, now more densely populated, was staring at him. Every eye, from the hallway... to the kitchen door... to the main area, was grounded on Globetrotter. He looked positively mortified. Pinky was frowning sadly at him.

"I-I... I... can't...," he faltered, ears drooping lower than his voice, head hanging. "I don't know how..."

The entire gaggle of on-lookers held their breath. Snowball was on the edge of his seat, as if watching the climax of an action film.

"I see...," Billie said quietly, and Globetrotter lifted his head hopefully. "You're a coward!"

Down went the ears again.

"I should have known you wouldn't have the guts to act on your promises," she snapped, turning her back to him... before swiveling around to face him again just as quickly. "Maybe things would have been different if I'd been more like that Dana girl, huh?!"

"What..? N-No, I...!" Globetrotter stumbled, both in word and in footing as he slowly backed away from Billie's advances.

"Couldn't decide on which girl, could you, Eggy?"

"No, I..! I didn't even like her! She was just..."

"Just what, Egghead?"

"I..."

"Just what?!"

But Pinky had had enough. Frowning, he stepped in-between the two mice, glaring daggers at Billie.

"Please don't shout at my friend," he said, calmly, but firmly.

The crowd waited on tenterhooks. Snowball wasn't even trying anymore to hide the fact that he was enjoying this. His face lit up with glee as he grinned deviously.

"Oh yeah?" Billie countered. "You consider this loser a friend?"

"Yes, I do, and he doesn't deserve to be shouted at! Narf! Maybe he has done some bad things, and maybe he doesn't always know how to talk to a girl, but he's done some good things, too!"

"Oh, yeah? Like what? Name one thing!"

"Well, he...," Pinky paused, looking back at Globetrotter, who stared sadly up at him. What good would someone that innocent see in him? he wondered. Surely nothing.... But Pinky continued. "He's smart, and he's hard-working, and honest, and he hangs out with me even when he doesn't have to. And if he's not comfortable being in a relationship then you shouldn't force him to! Maybe he's just not ready yet? Poit. You should be more understanding."

Billie huffed and folded her arms.

"Hmph. So you'll just invite any ol' person to your parties then, huh? Even people like him?"

"No. I only invite my friends. I didn't invite you, and if you're not going to be nice, then... I'll have to ask you to leave, w-with Flaversham's permission, of course," said Pinky, looking to Flaversham, who gave a pitying nod.

Billie looked around at the crowd. No one came to her defense. Clearly, she was outnumbered. Directing her attention to Pinky once more, she huffed a second time, frowning.

"Fine! If that's the way you all want it, you can have it!"

And she marched out the mahogany door, yellow purse and all, slamming it loudly behind her. Flaversham winced.

Some of the crowd actually clapped.

"Way to go, Mr. Pinkus!" one teacher said.

"Nobody liked that floozy!" spouted another.

Pinky smiled sadly and looked over his shoulder at Globetrotter, who was still staring up at him, at a complete loss for words. He'd actually stood up for him. Why...?

"Do you want to go home?" Pinky asked, soft enough that only Globetrotter could hear him. Slowly, he nodded. Pinky nodded back, acknowledging his request.

"Um... It's been lovely spending time with you all!" Pinky called out to the crowd, loud enough for everyone to hear him, "But Brai-, uh, G-Globetrotter and I have to get going now! We'll see you all later. Please enjoy the party!"

They all thanked him for a lovely time, many coming up to personally shake his hand, pat him on the back, and, in the case of a few of the ladies, give him a soft kiss on the cheek. After they'd all said their good-byes, Pinky stepped up to Flaversham.

"I'm so sorry I can't stay to help clean up. Um... I'd be happy to pay you for it. Oh, and would you please say good-bye to Olivia for me?" he asked, looking forlorn.

"Not to worry, dear boy," Flaversham said, clasping a hand to his shoulder. "I'll take care of everything. You two go home and get some rest, all right?"

Pinky nodded, thanked him, and headed for the door, waving at Globetrotter to follow him.

Globetrotter stepped after Pinky, albeit somewhat drunkenly. As Pinky opened the door for him, he looked back over his shoulder... and caught Snowball staring at him. He said nothing, only gave him the thumbs up, and Pinky, frowning, knew immediately what it meant. He'd succeeded. Olivia would get her baseball stadium. She'd get it, but at what cost?

Out of the three-story mansion they went, past the mahogany door, which Pinky closed shut, over the welcome mat, and back into the pizza-scented Dodge.

The first thing Globetrotter noticed, besides the time (8:32 PM), was Beethoven. Rather humorous, he thought, as he buckled his seat belt, that they'd come back to the same composer - the 5th Symphony this time. They'd started with Beethoven, but they were not, it seemed, to end with Beethoven, for at that moment Pinky angrily changed the subject. Slamming his forefinger onto the "CD" button, the music quickly shifted from classical back to The Beatles, although this time he skipped ahead a few tracks, finally landing on one particular piece. Globetrotter listened quietly as he heard first one chord, then another, be plucked gently by the strings. And then singing...

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise

For once, Pinky was completely silent as they drove off and away from the house, moonlight flooding the Caravan. Globetrotter couldn't help but toss a shifty glance now and again in his colleague's direction. He'd never seen the mouse look so upset before. It was rather uncomfortable...

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Surprisingly, he found that he liked this song. Not that he'd ever say it out loud.

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of a dark black night

Brian sighed. He supposed he owed him this.

"Thank you, for... what you did," he said. "I appreciate it."

He looked over at Pinky again... and his eyes went wide. The Trozologist looked on the verge of tears. Globetrotter gulped. Was it something he said?

Pinky sniffed.

"Do you...," he began, and sniffed again. "Do you think I hurt her?"

Brian stared. He was worried about Billie?

"What?" he asked, incredulous.

"The girl. Do you think I hurt her feelings?"

"You're talking about Billie?" Globetrotter voiced out loud.

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of a dark black night

Pinky nodded. He really was trying very hard not to cry.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly

"I think she'll be fine," Globetrotter conceded, looking back out at the empty road as they turned a corner.

All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Pinky sniffed again. With eyes only, Globetrotter looked around for a tissue, but found none.

"I never mean to hurt anyone!" burst out the lanky professor, full on crying now. "I just wanted to h-have a nice party!"

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Globetrotter actually shuffled about for a tissue this time. He'd rather not be rained on if it was to be helped. Opening up the glove box, he found a pack of Kleenex and handed it to Pinky, who gratefully made quick use of it.

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

"I know that... that she wasn't being nice, b-b-but I... I didn't mean to get so upset!" Pinky wailed.

Globetrotter rolled his eyes and shifted about in his seat uncomfortably. What was with this creature? He couldn't believe anyone would be so relentlessly compassionate. Even Flaversham, who, in his eyes, was an absolute twit, had his rough edges. This guy had barely raised his voice and was crying "mea culpa". He simply couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"Maybe sometimes people need to be told off," Globetrotter offered. "You said it yourself. She was being unreasonable."

"Yes, but I didn't mean to yell at her!"

"You weren't yelling," Globetrotter assured the distressed teacher. "You barely raised your voice. Besides, she didn't deserve sympathy. Some people won't accept an apology, and if they can't take that then they don't deserve forgiveness, regardless of the circumstances."

"What did you say?" Pinky asked, still sniffing as he stared over at Brian.

"I said some people don't deserve forgiveness. You're better off leaving them to rot in the hole they've dug for themselves."

"How can you say that?" Pinky asked, shutting off the music as the next song belted out its tunes. "Do you think you don't deserve forgiveness then, after all you've done?"

"What are you talking about?" asked Globetrotter, frowning.

"I didn't have to defend you, you know. By your logic, you don't deserve to be forgiven either. A-And maybe you don't! After all you've done to your students... Poit."

"My students?"

"Yes, Brain," said Pinky, setting the Kleenex pack to the side as he drove onto the highway. He sighed. "I-I've watched you, Brain. You... You scare them. Mrs. Judson told me about that student you traumatized years ago, and, well, no one... really likes you."

Globetrotter stared at him. Gulping, Pinky continued.

"Do you remember the first day I came here? I didn't teach that day, you know. There was a vole that came to me. He was crying. Said he was in your class, and that you'd said really mean things about him and his work. I sat with him for three hours, Brain. I think he just needed someone to talk to. He was really sweet, you know. He showed me his collection of pictures. He takes really nice landscape photos."

Globetrotter didn't know what to say to this. What Pinky was saying was raw; unfiltered. Most weren't bold enough to confront him about these matters, save for Mrs. Judson, and even she watched her step sometimes. But Pinky shot straight to the heart.

And there it was again. That feeling of... guilt? Shame? Except this time it wasn't as fleeting. It stuck to him stubbornly like glue, weighing him down in his seat, a painful reminder of his flaws. Perhaps this cooky professor had a point...

"You know... You're not at all what I expected," Globetrotter admitted freely.

"Hm?" Pinky whimpered, looking at the shorter mouse questioningly.

"When you first came to the school I thought you were a boob." He paused. "I still think you're a boob, but I didn't realize you had such... conviction."

Pinky blinked.

"I mean... I didn't think you'd question my moral ethics so... openly," continued Globetrotter.

There was another pause as Pinky looked back out at the road, pondering.

"People think I'm silly," Pinky said, in a soft and contemplative voice. "They expect me to be happy and bubbly all the time, and I try to be. But... it does get exhausting... sometimes."

Globetrotter stared at him.

"I do try to be kind to everyone," Pinky continued. "I want everyone to be happy, and have a good time. I do love everyone. I really do. Sometimes I wonder, though. I... I hope it makes a difference. I know the kids like me, but... I want the adults to like me, too. I want to make them happy. But maybe they came to the party just because... they felt bad for me... Poit."

He finished his spiel with a slight hang of the head. Globetrotter looked down at his feet, sighing resignedly.

"They did want to come," he said.

Pinky turned his head at this, his expression all innocence... and curious.

"I overheard some of them. They were all quite looking forward to it. And... you're undoubtedly the most popular teacher," Globetrotter groaned. "Everybody just loves you. And you don't need a personal attraction device for it either."

Pinky couldn't help but smile a little. So they did like him after all...

"You know, you're the first person to ever hang out with me," Pinky let out into the open. Globetrotter went wide-eyed at this, and Pinky smiled. "The first adult, I mean. I had plenty of friends growing up, but they moved and... I moved and, well, we all parted ways. When I got older, I tried making new friends, but people thought I was too... eclectic. Maybe I come off as a bit too silly, and so people think I'm that way all the time when I'm really... not. Maybe my car is just too messy, or my pants too stripe-y. Hm. I think I'm just too much for people."

He chuckled at the end of this, but it was a sad chuckle; a lonely chuckle.

Brian blinked, eyes set on Pinky as he processed all of this. He was more surprised that the mouse knew what the word 'eclectic' meant more than anything, but that lingering feeling of guilt and, dare he say it, pity... still hovered over him. This odd individual was, indeed, more complicated than was apparent by the naked eye. Perhaps he'd been too hard on him.

"I never had any friends either," voiced Globetrotter. "As an adult, nor really as a child. People thought I was too... eclectic."

Once more, Pinky stared at him, doing his best to keep his eyes on the road at the same time.

"Maybe you're not really a boob. Maybe you're more just... misunderstood. Like me...," said Globetrotter.

They stared at one another.

"Maybe... we can be eclectic together?" Pinky asked.

There was a pause for a moment. Then...

"Maybe," said Globetrotter.

And he smiled, actually smiled, at Pinky. Pinky smiled back.

It was another five minutes before they arrived at Brian's house. As before, Pinky offered to open the passenger-side door. This time, Globetrotter didn't refuse. He stepped out of the vehicle, happy to be rid of the old pizza smell. Pinky shut the door.

"Well, um, thank you... for coming," Pinky said, sticking his hands in his pockets. "I'm... sorry it wasn't very happy for you."

"Don't worry about it," replied Globetrotter.

Several seconds passed, in which both of them found the ground incredibly interesting for some reason.

"Um... Well, h-have a good night," wished Pinky.

"Yes. Um... Thank you. You too...," ended Globetrotter lamely.

Pinky turned to go, but then...

"Oof!" exclaimed Globetrotter, for he suddenly found himself in a bone-crushing hug. "H-Hey!"

"Sorry. Eheh...," Pinky apologized, setting him down immediately. "Um... G-Good night!"

And he rushed back to his car, starting it quickly and driving off before Globetrotter could have time to reply properly. Globetrotter simply stood there, at a loss for words. This was the second time he'd been hugged by that character... and in public. Not that anyone had seen them (he hoped...), but it was still mortifying.

Still, as he made his way up the pathway and back to the house, keys jingling as he fitted one into the keyhole, he looked back at where Pinky had sped off... and pondered.

/\/\/\/\/\

A sigh slipped from Pinky's lips as he drove off into the night.

Stupid. That had been stupid. Why was he always so clingy? Brain didn't like hugs. He wouldn't want that...

He signaled and turned onto the freeway.

Thoughts raced through his head.

"Globetrotter doesn't care about anyone save for 'imself, love. I know you want to see the good in everyone, but some people just don't have that..."

"... that's one angry mouse you don't want to deal with."

Honk.

"He terrorizes all of his students and no one ever does anything about it!"

"He's terrible..."

Hooooooooonk.

"... should have known he wouldn't have the guts to act on his promises..."

"... you see a poor soul ready to end her life because of a teacher and you tell me if that man is fit to teach."

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!

Pinky JUMPED and turned the wheel just in time as a giant semi almost ran into him. He'd been so distracted he hadn't even noticed himself swerving into the next lane.

He breathed heavily, shaking from ears to tail as he coasted off of the next exit, pulled into a nearby neighborhood, and parked along the curb. He was still shaking as he turned off the engine, a hand clutched to his chest as he struggled to catch his breath. He'd almost died. What an idiot. He'd almost died...!

The thoughts continued to swim through his head, pounding at his brain, one ponderous quotation after another, until he was overcome with emotion; overcome with confusion; overcome with grief. And as the party at Flaversham's sailed on, as Globetrotter fell into an uneasy sleep, and as Olivia helped Mrs. Frisby put away the last of the dinner plates, one frightened, isolated Trozologist shook in his car, buried his face in his hands, and cried.

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Author's Notes:

When I first started on this chapter, the goal was to get to the car ride, which was my favorite part to write. However, as I kept going, various scenarios popped into my head that I thought would better add to the drama throughout, and so I kept adding on... and adding on... and adding on, until eventually the chapter capped at 27,440 words, which is the most I've ever written for anything aside from, perhaps, a film script I recently finished. It was recommended that I split the chapter into two, but I liked how one scene flowed into the next so much that I ended up just keeping it all together in one ginormous pile, which, admittedly, is far too long. Consider it a peace offering for the four-month hiatus. Ha.

In reality, I quite enjoyed writing this all out, especially the tender and tense relationships between characters, and I hope you enjoy it, as well. Below is a list of little factoids to go with the chapter:

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- Nat Sherman is a brand of cigarettes that operated from 1930 until 2020. The company produced premium cigars and what was known as "luxury cigarettes". I see Globetrotter as the type who would not skimp on anything when he could afford it, and that included smokes.

- Marvell Mouse is the creation of Black Geeky Girl ( GeekyBlackGirl on Twitter) and is not my character.

- The reason why Olivia is at the school so late at times is because of Flaversham. Her father occasionally stays past normal hours (though not as late as Globetrotter), and even Mrs. Judson, who will care for Olivia and take her home early when able, has to log in extra time now and again. Olivia doesn't mind too much, however, as Mr. Pinky provides endless entertainment. She also quite enjoys delivering messages to others around the school still.

- Amos the mouse is from the Disney short Ben and Me (it's super cute; check it out), Mappy is from the arcade game of the same name, and Pip is from the Disney film Enchanted.

- Since I'm probably not going to expand upon it much in any other chapter, I'll lay it down here just in case: Yes, the insinuation that there was something between Snowball and Globetrotter is definitely there. Basically, they were very close as friends (very close...), but had a falling out for two reasons. One is because of Billie. Globetrotter had always liked her, and they dated for a while, but he didn't know how to commit (and, in truth, wasn't a great partner, and neither was she). When they split, Snowball took advantage of this immediately. He and Billie got involved, but it didn't last long (she actually left him). Occasionally, he still tries to buy back her love with gifts. She'll accept the gifts, but not his affections. What tickles Snowball more than anything, though, is watching Billie and Globetrotter have at it in ragging cat fights, which almost always happens whenever they bump into one another. The other reason is because of career. Both rodents went into schooling and both wanted the position of principal, but Snowball got it because he was more charming and headstrong. Globetrotter always resented him for this, claiming he not only stole his job, but also his girl (even though Globetrotter kinda lost her in the first place). He sees Snowball as a threat, and he also sees Pinky as a "threat" because his popularity reminds him of Snowball's popularity in the past. The main difference is that Snowball is a bully, whereas Pinky is the exact opposite.

- Originally, I was going to make Pinky the host of the party and have it be at his house, but I ended up changing it so that Flaversham hosts it in his house and Pinky lives in an apartment instead. He was still in charge of organizing the event, however, including picking out the subjects for the ceremony.

- Globetrotter taking note of where every bathroom is in every place he visits is based on personal experience. Due to medical issues (albeit not the same one as Globetrotter's), I do the same thing.

- A Shrine of Murders is an actual book published in 1993 by author Celia L. Grace.

- Richard Feynman was a real physicist who did, indeed, do research on particle physics and established the theory of quantum electrodynamics. He died in 1988.

- I actually timed myself to see how long it would take to down a drink (in my case, water) about the size of the tall tumblers that Pinky and Pip would have drunk out of, which ended up being about 36 seconds.

- Rossi is one of the most, if not the most, popular Italian last names. I kinda like the idea of Billie having ties to a mob in New York.

- Dana was Globetrotter's therapist, back when he had one. He wasn't lying when he said he didn't like her in a romantic way.

- Pinky's spiel in the car is basically an embodiment of myself, save for not having any friends into adulthood.

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In Her Arms | Ahsoka Tano x Fem!Reader | Star Wars

Notes: Lol I said only 1k per request but well... I got too invested xD I hope this is somewhat what you wanted :) Their relationship is rather platonic here, although it is implied both Ahsoka and the Reader are in love with each other, I hope that’s fine too.

Fandoms: Star Wars, The Clone Wars

Warnings: Slight Self-Consciousness, Angst, Mention of Death, Slight OOC, Fluff

Summary: Y/N has a hard time dealing with the war and the problems that come with it, but Ahsoka, with whom she had a fall-out, approaches her and helps. 

Word Count: 2′334

Taglist: @jessigurl-design

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Masterlist

Being a Jedi was hard. Being 17 was hard too. 

Especially in times of war, where one saw more death and blood than a person should ever see. 

But she knew nothing else. 

Her padawan training began with the war, although that wasn't something she had liked. And she struggled because of it. 

Y/N couldn't handle the cries of her injured friends, the blood-curling screams when someone got shot, the stern and lifeless look in the eyes of the clones when they knew they had lost that one fight. 

Y/N struggled. 

And the worst part of it all was that her friends, who also went through the same horrible things, seemingly did not as much as she did. Of course, she wouldn't want anyone to go through the recurring nightmares, insomnia, and the exhausting days she had to experience in the last few weeks. 

But the fact that she seemed to be the only one who had such troubles adapting to life in war made her feel somewhat broken. 

She needed to be fixed. 

But her insecurities did not let her seek out the help she needed. 

Master is busy with the clones and battle strategies. The council... She doubted that the council would bother with her little anxiety attack. And her friends, especially a certain Togruta... She couldn't tell them either. After all, they were not that close anymore. 

The times of giggles, pranks, and late-night ghost stories were over. 

They would also not understand, because they were able to function well on the battlefield, unlike her. 

How many times did she drop her lightsaber in the middle of a battle already?! 

A loud groan escaped her lips, and she closed the datapad and leaned back in her seat. She ran her hands over her face and sighed. 

Once again, could she not find a better method to meditate. The archives were as vast as the sea on Kamino, but in her desperate times, there seemed to be no book that could help her. 

Y/N removed her card from the computer and then stood up. White dots swirled over her vision for a moment, her head felt dizzy, and she froze. What was that? She clenched her jaw. 

No, I'm fine. She told herself. 

But it was a lie. And she wasn't the only one who knew it.

-

"Why do I always have to do the things you don't want to do?"

"Because you are my padawan."

Anakin's laughing face made her scowl, but she wasn't that bothered with him sending her to the Archives of the temple. Mainly because she was able to see a dear friend of hers that she hadn't seen in a long time. 

In the last few days of research, Ahsoka had caught glimpses of Y/N, with whom she had shared a room and sometimes even a bed when she was part of the Clawmouse Clan. 

The girl was only slightly older than her, and they had been best friends when they had learned everything a youngling needed to know. 

Them becoming padawans changed their relationship, though, and they saw each other less and less. 

Ahsoka didn't really know why because they never addressed it, but she was sure it had something to do with her being Anakin's, The Chosen One's padawan. And the war obviously. 

Y/N's Master was also a Jedi Guardian, like Anakin himself, and they both fought at the frontlines of the war. 

When Ahsoka first heard about it, she was concerned about her friend's safety. 

Y/N L/N was never a person who she saw fighting against droids. 

Y/N was heartwarming, a little shy and quirky, but kind and more selfless than anyone she had ever met. Her place was not between dying clones and short-circuiting droids. 

Ahsoka had always believed that her dear friend would choose the route of becoming a Jedi Consular, a Healer, to be exact. Her gentleness and sunny attitude had seemed perfect for that path. But the war probably thwarted her plans. 

She wasn't sure, but she could imagine that the pressure of her peers accepting the guidance of a Jedi Guardian made her do the same, not that she thought Y/N's Master had been a bad choice. He was just a little too stern, a little too demanding, in her opinion. 

But what right did she have to say something? 

They were not that close anymore, and that fact hurt Ahsoka more than all the pain she had gone through during her time as a soldier.

"Hey, hey, if you really don't want to go, I'll take care of it. No need to make such a face, Snips." 

She snapped out of her thoughts, and Anakin observed her with a slightly guilty expression. 

"No, it's fine. Gonna go now, bye." 

Before her Master could say anything else, she already left the room. 

-

She arrived a few minutes later in the Archives, greeted Jocasta Nu, and then let her eyes roam across the giant halls. 

A familiar force presence flickered in the back, and Ahsoka determinedly walked over there. But with every step she took, her confidence faltered a little. 

We haven't talked in a while, what am I even going to tell her? "Hey Y/N, I miss you greatly and would love to talk about our time as younglings and maybe sleep in the same bed again and caress your hair", yeah of course. 

She abruptly stopped when another thought crossed her mind, and a blush swept across her face. 

Stop it! 

She shook her head to concentrate when she suddenly felt a wave of dread coming from the corner where her friend stayed. 

It hit Ahsoka like a brick, and her embarrassing thoughts stopped immediately. 

What...? 

Worry bubbled in her chest, the Togruta slowly walked closer to Y/N's location, and when she glanced around a shelf, she saw the girl hunched over a datapad. 

Ahsoka was momentarily distracted by the unkempt hair when Y/N groaned. 

It wasn't a "shit-I-don't-want-to-do-this"-groan, it was more like "I'm-exhausted-to-death"-one. 

She contemplated whether to step out of her hiding place and address the girl when she sighed again and then stood up. 

Ahsoka only watched as Y/N suddenly tensed and froze. Her breath shook, and the Togruta could see her shake hands before they clenched to fists and her friend hurried out of the library. 

Ahsoka stood unmoving behind the shelf, her eyes blinking slowly, her breath taken from the alarming anxiety in Y/N's force presence. 

She needed to research for their next planetary mission in the Outer Rim but when she caught a glimpse of the storm brooding in her beloved friend's mind, she could not disregard it. 

She followed the girl, her feet driven by her worries.

-

"Y/N?"

A soft knock on her door made the girl jump. What..? 

"Ahsoka?" 

Her voice clearly showed her surprise. 

The Togruta's response sounded a little awkward, but she ignored it, too busy calming her pounding heart. 

"Y-Yeah... Do you - uhh, have a moment to talk?" 

Talk? Talk about what? Does she... Has she realized..?! 

Panic emerged and clawed at her mind, it momentarily distracted her, and before she could even answer, her hand had already pressed the button to open the door to her room. 

She came face to face with Ahsoka, her former best friend now slightly taller than her in height. 

Y/N rubbed her eyes tiredly. Maybe, the Togruta before her was just her imagination? 

But the force presence of her friend was wrapping itself around her. 

Ahsoka looked formidable with her new robes. They complimented her skin tone and the blue of her montrals. 

Y/N forced herself to look Ahsoka in the eyes and smile, although it felt fake and probably also looked unnatural. 

"Hi", she greeted her weakly. 

"Can I come in?" 

They acted very awkwardly as if they hadn't bathed together before and talked about the cutest younglings in their classes. But how could they not? Their friendship had changed. 

Instead of answering, Y/N backed out off the door frame, and Ahsoka entered her room. 

She closed the door and then watched anxiously as the Togruta's eyes scanned everything as if to take a holographic photo. 

She realized that she once again hadn't made the bed, because she had been too tired to do it, and it had seemed like a bother. Then there were the various books about meditating. They stacked next to her cot and towered over her nightstand. 

Her spare clothes laid scattered across the floor, and the robe from last week still hadn't been washed. The brown bloodstains looked unsightly on the beige robe. 

She sighed inwardly. That's not how she wanted to present herself especially not to Ahso - a hand suddenly grabbed hers. When Y/N looked up, her eyes meet blue. 

"Were you hurt? Did you get injured?!" 

She blinked. 

"Wha-What?" 

Ahsoka's face was suddenly way too close to hers, and she breathed in shakily. The Togruta's eyes were unwavering.

"There's blood on your robes." 

Oh. She saw them. 

Her mouth was too dry for her to speak, so she only shook her head. 

No, she wasn't injured, that blood belonged to a clone. She was fine.

"But you are hurting." 

These words resounded way louder in her head than they were actually said. 

Ahsoka's tone was soft. It was neither a question nor an accusation. Only a statement. 

It was true. 

The fact that her friend, whom she had not seen in a long time, could guess her emotional state with just a glance shook her to her core. 

Silence reigned over them, her friend waited for her to speak, but she couldn't. 

Y/N breathed out slowly, and she freed herself from the Togrutas grip, her hands now holding herself as if she would break if she didn't. 

She gasped for air before she squeezed out from her lips: 

"I'm- I'm just so tired." 

Her eyes avoided Ahsoka's, and she faltered. 

Her knees suddenly felt too weak, she stumbled, but before she could fall, two warm hands grabbed her and brought her into Ahsoka's arms. 

Her whole weight was supported by the other girl, and they sank to the floor. 

Y/N was tense at first. When was the last time she had such close contact with anyone, especially Ahsoka? It must have been years. 

That thought, the warmth from the embrace of the Togruta, and her desperation caused her eyes to water. In a matter of seconds, tears rushed across her cheeks, and she soaked Ahsoka's shirt. 

A sob escaped her lips, and the other padawan pressed her closer to herself. 

"I got you, Y/N. You hear me? You're not alone." 

-

That her heart wasn't pounding loudly would be a lie. 

Such close physical contact with the person she liked caused butterflies to explode in her chest, but the Togruta ignored them, her concern for her friend too deep to abuse that moment of intimacy. 

She had a general idea of what Y/N meant with being tired. 

She knew how exhausting the war was, and also wanted it to finally come to an end. 

But for her it was different. She had Anakin and Obi-Wan as pillars. They were her emotional support, and she could always talk with them about her worries. 

It hurt Ahsoka to admit it, but it seemed like Y/N did not see her as that kind of support for her. 

She knew the girl was always kind to others, sometimes too kind, and too selfless. Maybe she believed that she would inconvenience others if she told them about her worries. 

Her grip tightened around the waist of her friend, and she bit her lips. 

Please no. 

Was she really that kind of a bad friend? How could she not notice? 

Guilt panged in her chest, and she ran her fingers through Y/N's hair. Her shirt got wetter and wetter, and with every teardrop, her determination grew. 

"Y/N?", she asked carefully. 

The girl in her arms shifted, and Y/N looked up at her, her eyes and cheeks red, clearly embarrassed. 

"I'm sorry", she croaked, Ahsoka wanted to hold her against her chest again, but she stopped herself and whispered: 

"You can tell me everything you know? I'm always here for you. You can take your time, but please don't shut me out. I want to know how you feel. I want you to be happy, okay?" 

Her voice slightly trembled when she said the last part and her eyes began to sting. 

The girl's eyes turned round and then, Ahsoka could watch it like slow-motion, the corner of her lips lifted, and she presented one of her signature smiles. Slightly weaker, slightly less happy, but still giving hope as always. 

"Okay. I'll... I'll tell you... But not right now. I'm... I feel like I’m able to sleep now. I had trouble doing it for a few weeks now, and I- I just get these nightmares and..." 

A worried expression swept across Y/N's face again and Ahsoka grabbed her cheeks. She stared at her with wide eyes. “You said tomorrow, right? It’ll be fine if we talk about it tomorrow. No need to stress now.” She smiled to reassure her. Ahsoka breathed out slowly and then muttered:

"If you want some emotional support...", her face burned when she said that, "should I stay with you?"

The padawan bit her lips and then nodded shyly. 

Ahsoka blessed the force, and they stood up together and moved to Y/N's bed. 

Her friend slipped under the covers, ignoring the fact that she still wore her outer robes and lifted the covers welcomingly for her. Ahsoka took her boots off and joined her. 

Two arms slung around her, and her heart sped up again when Y/N snuggled closer to her. 

She laid still for a while, tense, with a fast heartbeat, but with a small grin on her lips. 

"Y/N?" 

Maybe she could tell her friend one day. How much she liked her. So much that it would break her if the other was unhappy and suffering. Y/N’s happiness meant the world for her.

Instead of a response, she heard a soft snore coming from her chest, and Ahsoka smiled. 

If she could ease her friend's worries, she would gladly be a body pillow for the rest of her life. 

She pressed a light kiss on Y/N's hair. 

"May tomorrow be a better day for you, because I’ll help you."