***Hello, everyone! I didn't intend to come back here. But, by the power of random inspiration and Internet requests, here I am! Trigger warnings: very brief depictions of rape, abusing kids, and hating your kids. Anyways, Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda belong to Butch Hartman, and let's go.
"And x equals... are you listening to me?"
"Wha...?"
Anti-Cosmo sighed. He was now twenty-two years old, and he'd already graduated college.
Meanwhile, at the age of twenty-one, Anti-Wanda was struggling through with a lot of tutoring to help. Just because she was older didn't mean she was any smarter.
Late at night, they were sitting in Anti-Cosmo's apartment. Although Anti-Wanda had a dorm room, she spent her time off in his apartment-she outright refused to go back home.
"Are you in there?" Anti-Cosmo asked impatiently, snapping his fingers in front of her face.
"Sug, it's real late... I's hardly awake. What time's it, anyhow?" Anti-Wanda asked.
Anti-Cosmo checked his pocket watch. "Two thirty-seven AM," he said, a bit surprised.
"Can ya let meh sleep now? I don't have no class 'til Monday, an' it's Friday, so just lemme crash. I's hopin' over here?" Anti-Wanda asked.
Anti-Cosmo was silent for a moment. Then, he sighed. "I suppose you have a point. Well, you know our routine about it," he said.
"You's in ya room, I's on the couch," Anti-Wanda recited.
They got up from the studying area of the kitchen table. "Can I has a goodnight kiss? Ya can't be so mean tah turn meh down on that," Anti-Wanda said.
Anti-Cosmo found her childish side to be an annoyance and a quirk. "I suppose," he agreed. He pressed his lips to Anti-Wanda's before poofing himself into pajamas. "Goodnight then, my dear," he said. "G'night, hun," Anti-Wanda replied. She laid down on the couch.
Right as Anti-Cosmo flew by the back of the couch, he heard the sound of a 'poof', presumably changing into pajamas. Now, he might've held a classy image, but he was still a guy. And he had to take one look.
He waited a few moments, just to make sure he wouldn't be seen looking. When he heard soft snoring, he knew that he was in the clear. But when he actually took a look, he felt his face heat up.
Anti-Wanda was in a bra and gym shorts-she must've always slept like that. She laid flat for once, showing a slender figure about her, her hair in her face.
But it also showed scars.
Lots of scars.
On her stomach, her shoulders, her wings (which were spread out), her legs, a few running beneath her bra and shorts.
It made Anti-Cosmo furious to think about it. For him to see those scars, and know what his girlfriend had gone through. "I hope they burn," he growled without thinking about it.
It was then that he learned that Anti-Wanda would wake up very easily to sound. And that if she was scared awake, she would slap someone.
"That was unnecessary!" Anti-Cosmo exclaimed, his hand to his cheek.
"Ya scared me!" Anti-Wanda retorted. She sighed and laid back down. "Ah 'spose you's likin' me in mah undies?" she asked dryly.
"I do think you're quite beautiful, yes," Anti-Cosmo agreed, "but I suppose that even you know what my attention was brought to."
Anti-Wanda nodded sadly. She traced the scar on her stomach, then one running under her bra, then one running under the waistline of her shorts. "Them's the worst I's got, 'cept for one ya haven't seen," Anti-Wanda said.
She spat into her hand and wiped her wet thumb on her left cheek. She wiped away blue makeup to show a long, white scar there. "I's hidin' it wi' makeup since I's a youngun," she admitted.
Anti-Cosmo went around to the front of the couch and knelt down. "You never need to hide these things from me," he said, tracing a scar on her stomach.
-XxX-
"You never need to hide from me," Anti-Juandissimo siad, overtop of his girlfriend.
Anti-Wanda gulped and tried to struggle-she didn't like his hands on her forcibly-bare breasts in the slightest.
-XxX-
Anti-Wanda felt her breath catch. "D-don' touch meh," she whimpered, eyes going wide.
Anti-Cosmo moved his hand, raising an eyebrow. "I suppose I won't touch you, but I don't understand," he said.
-XxX-
"Don' hit meh! Lemme go!" Anti-Wanda begged, tears from fear in her eyes. But her father had out his favorite thing to hit her with-a magic whip.
And before she could beg any further, a loud CRACK! and fiery pain followed.
-XxX-
"S-stay away," Anti-Wanda said. She fumbled for her wand and pointed it at Anti-Cosmo, her hands shaking as she got off of the couch. She backed up a bit.
"What's gotten into you?" Anti-Cosmo asked, moving towards her.
Anti-Wanda curled up into a ball on the ground. "Don' hurt me. Don' bang me. Stay 'way," she whimpered.
Anti-Cosmo then realized what was wrong; Anti-Wanda was trapped in her own memories. He sighed, knowing what he had to do. "Forgive me, my dear," he apologized in advance.
And he slapped Anti-Wanda as hard as he could.
She uncurled and laid limp in the shock of it. After a few seconds, she sat back up. "Ow," she said.
Anti-Cosmo poofed up an ice pack. "So sorry. That was the only way I knew to bring you out of your horrid memories," he reasoned.
Anti-Wanda held the ice pack to her cheek. "It hurt, but thank ya. Ain't no one helped me when I's panickin', 'cept for mah sis. If I get one again, can ya not smack me? And I's sorry fer hittin' ya early on," she said.
"We'll call it an even deal. Is there anything else you need before I go to bed?" Anti-Cosmo asked tiredly.
"Uh... c-can I sleep with ya tonight? Ah feel like it could help," Anti-Wanda said awkwardly.
"And if you want to kick me out of my own bed?" Anti-Cosmo asked.
"I's headin' back tah the couch," Anti-Wanda said.
They went to the bedroom. It was extremely neat, with books and papers around the room. Anti-Cosmo went to his bed and laid down. Anti-Wanda felt a bit fluttery as she laid down. "Cozzie?" she asked. "Yes?" Anti-Cosmo asked.
"What was yer life like as a youngun?"
He was falling asleep until he heard that. He sighed.
"If you suffered physical abuse, then I was more along the lines of mental abuse. My mother outright told me that I was a mistake, nothing more than a parasite she held. My father left her when she was expecting my older brother. When I was fifteen, I spent about a year of my life in the false comfort of cigarettes. After all, we are immortal beings, it can't kill us. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't occasionally tempted to turn back. The very thought of that wretch of a woman called my mother makes me angry... at least my brother and I got along to a degree," he explained.
He felt an arm go around his back. "We ain't had it easy, huh?" Anti-Wanda asked. "Not particularly," Anti-Cosmo agreed. He ran his thin fingers through his girlfriend's swirly hair.
"Guess that's why we's together. Fittin' together like some kinda mixed-up puzzle," Anti-Wanda said.
Anti-Cosmo smirked, kissing her forehead and pulling the covers up. "If you say so," he agreed. Anti-Wanda giggled. But she didn't know then that she would be saying that same thing a few years later.
It was said at the altar, minutes before Anti-Cosmo became her husband.
***Alright. Now I'm actually done with this story. Be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!