Fic: Stars
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viceindustriousTitle: Stars
Fandom: Mojo
Pairing: Baby/Johnny
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Summary: Baby looks after Johnny.
Word count: 390
Notes: Written for day eighteen of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
adventchallenge. Prompt: Stars.
Baby looks after Johnny, he does his best, but he can't seem to stop the bad things that keep happening. Big bad things, little bad things, the stuff he isn't sure about, that confuses him, that makes him so angry he wants to hurt himself.
When Baby's angry it feels like his skin's gone all numb, people aren't really people, they're monsters with bad disguises that make him giggle or get stuck repeating advertising slogans or random phrases that have wriggled inside his head. Bundles of words he has to say over and over again because something even worse will happen if he doesn't.
Sometimes it feels like if he doesn't count all the floorboards in the little squat he's sharing with Johnny, three times over, the world might end.
And he wants Johnny there, curled up beside him, so he can sleep. He needs to know Johnny is safe, it's his responsibility. He can stay up all night just watching Johnny's chest rise and fall, measuring the rhythm of his breath. He can touch Johnny, Johnny can touch him and it's all right, they've never . . . they've never done anything. He kissed Johnny on the cheek once. It's okay though, that's allowed, they love each other.
Baby can't understand why, even when he tries his hardest, he still forgets. He loses time and finds himself in some strange part of town, forgets where he promised to meet Johnny, forgets he was meant to buy food and Johnny never says anything about that, just stares at him and follows him and nods at every single one of Baby's suggestions.
He got distracted in the club tonight, all bright and flashy. His head went still after Johnny's third song and he doesn't know why, what he saw or heard or what happened while he was lost in his own mind, except that someone must have slipped Johnny something because he's gone all funny. He's smiling at Baby as they walk home but his eyes are glazed over and the smile's not right. He keeps reaching up toward the sky and making little grabbing motions and then pressing his fist against Baby's chest.
He says he's giving him him stars, but the street lights are so bright here, there's nothing to see in the sky but the bewildering dark.
Fandom: Mojo
Pairing: Baby/Johnny
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Summary: Baby looks after Johnny.
Word count: 390
Notes: Written for day eighteen of the
adventchallenge. Prompt: Stars.Baby looks after Johnny, he does his best, but he can't seem to stop the bad things that keep happening. Big bad things, little bad things, the stuff he isn't sure about, that confuses him, that makes him so angry he wants to hurt himself.
When Baby's angry it feels like his skin's gone all numb, people aren't really people, they're monsters with bad disguises that make him giggle or get stuck repeating advertising slogans or random phrases that have wriggled inside his head. Bundles of words he has to say over and over again because something even worse will happen if he doesn't.
Sometimes it feels like if he doesn't count all the floorboards in the little squat he's sharing with Johnny, three times over, the world might end.
And he wants Johnny there, curled up beside him, so he can sleep. He needs to know Johnny is safe, it's his responsibility. He can stay up all night just watching Johnny's chest rise and fall, measuring the rhythm of his breath. He can touch Johnny, Johnny can touch him and it's all right, they've never . . . they've never done anything. He kissed Johnny on the cheek once. It's okay though, that's allowed, they love each other.
Baby can't understand why, even when he tries his hardest, he still forgets. He loses time and finds himself in some strange part of town, forgets where he promised to meet Johnny, forgets he was meant to buy food and Johnny never says anything about that, just stares at him and follows him and nods at every single one of Baby's suggestions.
He got distracted in the club tonight, all bright and flashy. His head went still after Johnny's third song and he doesn't know why, what he saw or heard or what happened while he was lost in his own mind, except that someone must have slipped Johnny something because he's gone all funny. He's smiling at Baby as they walk home but his eyes are glazed over and the smile's not right. He keeps reaching up toward the sky and making little grabbing motions and then pressing his fist against Baby's chest.
He says he's giving him him stars, but the street lights are so bright here, there's nothing to see in the sky but the bewildering dark.
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Date: 2010-12-19 08:48 am (UTC)BREAK MY HEART MORE YEAH?
It's like, oh, I'm too tired to explain, but it's sweetness amongst angst and just oh, it hurts and <3 and sigh and just, maybe more coherence after sleep.
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Date: 2010-12-19 08:51 am (UTC)ONE OF THE THINGS THAT I LOVE LOVE LOVE, IS HOW YOU HAVE BABY KINDA 'LOSING TIME' AND I JUST.... YES, HEADCANON! YOU ARE HITTING IT!
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Date: 2010-12-20 01:43 am (UTC)I am so not a creepy stalker fan, I swear.Okay, having collected my thoughts (and slept) I come bearing coherence, but still FLAIL!
So you know I believe you are a fantastic writer, and because we see you in the B/C thing so much, your talent just shines even brighter when we see the other amazing things you can do!
And he wants Johnny there, curled up beside him, so he can sleep. This entire paragraph is pure adorable. It's... the whole piece has this innocence about it, as though Baby's been stunted and he just *doesn't* think about those things. Refuses. And the they've never . . . they've never done anything. I don't know how you manage it, just, perhaps it's simply a perfectly place ellipsis, but we *see* his mind stuttering over those acts. We see how he just skips over that, like a track that's gone bad. Oh and the kiss on the cheek, awwwwwwwwwwwww so sweet, so innocent and sweet.
But then the last sentence in that paragraph, that last sentence just oh, it hurts a bit. It's as if he's completely dissociated sex from love - if he ever associated them with the other in the first place - and while it's understandable and SO in character, it's this, pitying sort of painful.
Oh I adore this idea of Baby losing time, really, I mentioned it above, but truly, I've been playing with this idea myself, but I was worried about its plausibility, and here you've put my fears to rest with lovely amazing fic! And Johnny's understanding and just going along with things <3.
He keeps reaching up toward the sky and making little grabbing motions and then pressing his fist against Baby's chest. This is so sweetly innocent, and even more horrifying because of that. That Johnny is just, he's whacked out of his head, and still so sweet. The last line plays into that so horribly and lovely and is so evocative.
This whole fic makes me want to just take these boys in and fix them up. If you keep writing Mojo sadness I will have to start in on the fluff man. So STOP MAKING ME SAD!
Never stop, I love it, I'm such an angst masochistno subject
Date: 2010-12-21 01:01 am (UTC)Pfft, no creepy stalker fan. It is amazing. *jumps into a big pile of your comments like Scrooge McDuck*
Okay, so right. I love the brainshare! Yes, yes to the lost time thing! It is so cool that you've got that as your headcanon too. Clearly we are watching this film in the same way. Obviously I support the plausibility of this feature! Can't wait to see what you do with it.
I know, I know, it's all angst, angst, sadness. Hey! Maybe that's my masterplan! Maybe I WANT you to write fluff!
pffft, yeah you're not kidding anyone, we all know you love it :Dno subject
Date: 2011-01-19 06:27 am (UTC)And he wants Johnny there, curled up beside him, so he can sleep. Such a simple thing, such an important thing. And so, so spot on.
And gah, you know, it's like - Johnny, all dazed and drawn out and plucking imaginary stars as gifts - that, that could go so um, what's the word, I guess, horribly sweet - but it doesn't, in fact, it doesn't so hard that it's a bit like a punch, that last bit about the dark. Ouch.