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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Birthday to Remember

SUMMARY// After being pulled along to a strip club by your friends on your birthday, you end up leaving with some company.

WARNINGS// smut, oral (f receiving), kinda corruption kink, pussyjob, cursing, mentions of tobacco and alcohol use

AU// Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Readee

AN// Requests and asks are always open, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest Dividers by// @skylightlantern

The last thing you wanted on your birthday was for your friends to drag you to a strip club. You felt awkward and out of place walking amongst the room full of half naked men and drinking customers.

"This just feels weird." You sighed, following your three friends towards the bar that was in the corner. "We'll get one of those private rooms they have here for parties and a beefy man. It will be a birthday to remember, c'mon." One of them grinned.

You pitched in on the drinks and a private room, one of the men walking in right after you. Dark, chin length hair and a sweet smile that nearly distracted from the tight leather shorts that left little to the imagination.

You spent most of the time staring down into your glass, having to silently remind yourself you were suppose be having fun as your friends cheered and giggled as they stuffed bills into the waistband of the man's shorts; whose named you learned was Bucky.

You weren't really paying attention to what he was doing. More to the way the silvery metal of his arm gleamed under the dimmed lights and where metal met flesh at the base of his shoulder.

Wondering how he got it or if he could feel when someone touched it, rather than thinking of the smooth way his body moved.

One of your friends said something to him that you couldn't quite make out. Bucky nodding and looking over at you with a half smile.

"Want the birthday special?" He asked, moving to stand in front of you. Your face warmed at his words and you swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "No, it's fine."

"Oh, come on. Don't be a prude." One of the three girls groaned, poking one of your crossed legs.

Wetting your lips, you glanced up at Bucky who looked at you with welcoming eyes. "Yeah, okay." You nodded.

Your stomach flipped when he took the drink from your hands, handing it to your friend before the cool metal of his left hand nudged at your knee for you to uncross your legs.

Bucky placed his hands on the back of the couch, your shoulders trapped between metal and flesh as he leaned down to talk in your ear. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, just pinch me."

You gave another nod and he smiled, flashing his pearly whites as he leaned his knees against the edge of the plush cushion on either side of yours.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest when he tugged at the laces of the shorts to loosen them before taking your hands in his.

Bucky was eating up every reaction you gave. The way you chewed your bottom lip as he guided your hands along the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen, your fingers feeling every dip in the smooth skin and grazing over the barbells that pierced through his nipples.

He especially liked the way you weren't trying to rush his hands to go under his shorts; letting him be in full control.

Your eyes went wide when he stopped your hands at the waistband of the leather, the sound of your heart beating and blood rushing in your ears almost drowning out the sound of your friends giggling and squealing.

And the sound of the door opening.

"Buck, you've got a set." Another man said from the doorway. "I'm in the middle of a session." Bucky huffed, looking over his shoulder but not moving your hands. "Cap is gonna fill in."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Bucky finally let go of your hands, but his close proximity wasn't letting your body relax just yet as he leaned to peck a kiss to your cheek. "Happy birthday." He chuckled before standing.

A broad blonde took his place, this one letting you sit in peace and stare into you half empty glass.

"I'm gonna head home." You exhaled, glancing at the happy looks on your friend's faces. "Fine, buzz kill." One of them muttered.

Pushing through the crowded club, you pushed the heavy metal door open. Bucky was leaned against the concrete wall of the building not far from the door, now in a pair of sweats and a hoodie as he smoked a cigarette.

"The birthday girl." He grinned, blue eyes meeting yours as you stepped closer. "Want one?" He asked, holding the cigarette out towards you. "Uh, no. Thanks."

"Listen-" he cleared his throat, pushing away from the wall to stand in front of you. "I can find someone to cover for me if you need some company on your walk home." He offered before bringing the cigarette to his lips.

"I'll be fine, I'm not too far." You shrugged, looking to the sidewalk. "You can't walk alone, it's one in the morning." Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "That's different than walking with a stranger?"

His tongue jutted out across his bottom lip, eyebrows twitching upwards. "Well- I was about five seconds away from putting your hand in my shorts around thirty minutes ago. I think I'm a little better than a stranger." He teased, leaning forward slightly. "Besides, your friends kinda seem like assholes."

He wasn't wrong. They were sometimes pushy, telling you to loosen up a little and dragging you along with them to places where you felt out of place.

"Ok, fine." You exhaled. Bucky cracked a smile and dropped his cigarette, stomping it out under his shoe. "Let me get my stuff, just wait here for a second." He said, brushing his fingers to your forearm.

"Thanks, for walking with me." You said as you unlocked your front door. "This isn't the worst side of town but it's not the best either." Bucky said with a small laugh.

"I forgot to tip you, by the w-" his warm hand stopped yours from digging in your wallet, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. Just- invite me in for a drink." He shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes at him, cocking your head to the side. "You're not a creep, are you?"

Bucky laughed, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "No, just don't want a pretty girl to spend her birthday alone. Plus, I had someone take over my shift."

"Well, my apartment is dry. So, you're out of luck on that drink." You smiled, opening the door to walk into the small studio apartment. "That's fair."

Bucky was good company as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, telling you funny stories about his time working at the club and listening intently to anything you said. The lighting in your apartment made his eyes even more blue than you'd noticed earlier and his features look sharper, framed by his dark locks.

Over the last couple of hours he had slowly moved his way closer to you. Close enough that you could smell his woodsy cologne mixed in with the scent of cigarettes, his metal arm resting on the back of the couch as his right hand would occasionally brush against you when he'd talk.

"You're cute, like a bunny." He said with a small laugh, making your face heat up. "Thanks, I guess?" You mumbled, chewing your tongue as he lifted his hand to your cheek.

He hummed in response, leaning closer until his lips brushed yours and your breathing hitched.

You pressed a hand against his chest and leaned away slightly. "I've never..." You trailed off, hoping he'd get the point. "I figured that much. Can go as far as you want, or we don't have to at all."

"How many girls have you said that to?" You silently cursed yourself for saying it as soon as you did, biting down on the inside of your cheek. He just chuckled and brushed his thumb over the tip of your nose. "I'm more of a long term guy. Pretty sure I can count who I've slept with on one hand."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." You said quietly, pulling at a string on the seam of your jeans. "I know." Bucky said before slotting his lips over yours, the kiss gentle and sweet.

The taste of cigarettes and mint gum flooded your tastebuds when his tongue slipped past your lips to press into yours, the softness of his plump lips contrasting the scratch of his stubble.

Bucky just felt so welcoming, his touches cautious to wait for you to stop him as his hand moved from your cheek. Fingers ghosting down the side of your neck to leave goosebumps in their wake, along the buttons of your blouse and finally stopping to wedge between your thighs.

He pulled away, leaving your breathless as you blinked your eyes open to meet his lust filled blue ones. "Remember to pinch me if anything makes you uncomfortable." He teased, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Things were moving fast, clothes quickly discarded on the path from the couch to your bed. Bucky's hands and lips only parting from you long enough to rid another clothing item that shielded his skin from yours until all that stood in his way was your underwear and his leather shorts.

You weren't sure if it was the head rush from only knowing Bucky for a few hours after holding out for so long, or the way his darkened eyes looked you over as he bent his body over yours.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed, leaving a brisk kiss to your lips before trailing wet kisses down your neck and chest.

Your hands gripped onto the sheets harder the further down your abdomen he got, trying to keep your breathing even as fingers hooked in the waistband of your underwear.

Bucky looked up at you one last time before dragging the fabric down your legs, tossing them to the side and taking his spot back between your legs.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he peppered kisses to the inside of your thighs, cold metal and warm flesh gently massaging the outsides of them as his stubble scraped at your skin.

A squeak erupted from your throat when he sunk his teeth into the supple flesh, making you move your leg away from his face to pull the skin from between his teeth.

Bucky chuckled and placed a soothing kiss on the mark. One to remind you that none of this had been a dream.

An excited chill ran down your spine when his hot breath fanned your dripping folds. Bucky giving one last glance before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, a soft chuckle bubbling in his chest when your body jolted and you drew in a sharp breath.

"So responsive, I could get use to that." He winked, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

Bucky basked in every breathy sound and reaction he elicited from you, moaning at the taste he wanted to burn into his memory. In hopes he had another chance at this, the slice of heaven he held in his hands.

The chance to have his own angel to bend and mold into his filthiest dream.

He moved his hand to ease his middle finger into your heat, groaning at the immediate flutter of your walls as your hands fisted the sheet and chest heaved with a soft moan.

"Oh, c'mon. You can be louder than that, bunny." Bucky purred, curling the long, thick finger to find the sweet spot to set off the reaction he wanted. A louder moan pulling from your chest when he found the rough patch just inside your cunt making him smirk. "There it is."

He locked his lips around your clit again, fingers curling into the spot that pulled the vulgar sounds from your sweet lips as he sucked and flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar feeling quickly building in your lower belly.

"Bucky-" You keened as white hot pleasure surged through you, your trembling thighs closing on his head as his metal hand moved from your hip to grope at your chest.

His fingers pinched and grazed the pebbled bud before massaging the flesh under his palm as your back arched, your breath catching in your throat and ears ringing.

Bucky lifted his head from between your legs, finger continuing to stroke your walls to work you through your orgasm as he pulled the laces of his shorts loose.

Your skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve alive as you opened your eyes again to Bucky standing at the end of the bed and shoving the shorts down his thick thighs. Erection springing free to give a glance of the two barbells on the underside of his cock. One under the ridge of his swollen head, the other at the base.

Your heart pounded in your ears when he moved back between your legs, stomach flipping from the nerves as his leaking tip ran through your folds and prodded your entrance. "Wait-"

Your hand pressed to the firm muscles of Bucky's stomach made his movements still and eyes flick up to meet your nervous expression. "We can stop if you want. Or we can try something else." He suggested, leaning on his palms to catch your lips in his briefly.

You nodded and let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, something else." You breathed.

A whimper passed your lips when he rocked his hips forward, the barbell sliding over your clit sending shocks of pleasure through you.

Bucky's bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth as let out quiet groans from the feeling of your slick coating his shaft.

"Talk to me, bunny. This okay?" He panted, gaze raking over your naked form that still had the sheet clutched tightly as melodic sounds spilled from your lips.

"Feels good," You panted, words slightly slurred from the dizzy feeling in your head caused by the pressure quickly building again. "So good." He moaned, holding his base to have better guidance through your folds.

You bit your lip into your mouth as tears prickled your eyes from the second wave of warmth that spread, choking out a moan as his pace quickened.

"Fucking shit-" Bucky huffed, his grip on your thigh tightening and release spilling onto your lower abdomen.

You inhaled a few deep breaths, trying to steady your heart beat as he pecked a kiss to your knee before standing from the bed to grab a piece of clothing for clean up.

You pulled the blanket from under you to hold to your chest, waiting for him to get dressed and make an excuse to leave like you'd heard your friends talk about after a hook up.

Instead, he wandered towards the kitchen, finding an empty can as he lit a cigarette, your eyes staying fixed on the way the muscles in his back rippled with his movements.

"C'mere." Bucky said with a soft groan as he got under the blankets with you, sitting the can on the nightstand. "You're staying?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

"If you want me to, yeah." He shrugged, holding his arm out for you to lay on as he placed the cigarette between his teeth and grabbed a pillow to cushion the metal.

You gave a soft yeah and cuddled into his side, the soft whirring of his arm under the pillow helping you slowly drift to sleep.

You felt yourself waking up as the bed dipped under the weight of Bucky moving, deciding not to fully wake up and let him leave in silence.

"Hey," Bucky whispered, moving his body over yours to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "Hmm?" You hummed in response, peaking an eye open to look at the slate blue eyes that held adoration in them.

His knuckles brushed down your arm, a sweet kiss placed on your lips as he gave you a soft smile. "I gotta go, but I left my personal number under your alarm clock. Give me a call sometime."

You nodded and smiled lightly at him, another kiss pecked to your lips before he left the bed to gather his things, walking towards the door.

"I'm gonna hold ya to that, bunny."

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marrys-dream-world · 3 years

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lovers alone wear sunlight (chapter 9)

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Notes: God, I’m so late. Is this allowed? Day 27: Soulmates. @ladrienjune

As soon as Ladybug stepped into Adrien’s room, she was trapped into an embrace.

“Adrien!” She squealed, holding back giggles as he twirled her around. “Someone is in a good mood today.”

“The best mood, my love.” He said as he put her down, grinning. “Marinette is talking to me again!”

“Really?” Months of lying for her secret identity’s sake were the only reason she could inject the necessary amount of surprise into her voice. “That’s great, Adrien, I’m so happy for you. Did you guys talk about, well, you know?”

“We did.” Unlike when he usually talked about that night, he was smiling. “You guys were right, she really just needed space. Marinette admired my dad before that and hearing those things got to her. Can you believe she apologized to me for ‘ruining the plan’? I can’t believe she spent all this time thinking she did anything wrong! Marinette doesn’t have anything to say sorry for!”

“I disagree with that, Marinette did have to apologize.” Ladybug huffed. “She shouldn't have ignored you for so long.”

“I put her in a bad spot, my hero. See what I did there?” He paused to giggle as his girlfriend rolled her eyes. “Anyways, I don’t think she should apologize and I told her so. We had lunch together and had a very nice conversation, it was great.”

“Oh, did everyone see you having a nice date with your girlfriend?” She elbowed him in the ribs and now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“Don’t be jealous, you know you’re the only girl for me.” Adrien said, placing a kiss on her nose.

“If you say so.” She teased, but her cheeks were pink from the kiss and her eyes twinkled. “Even so, I took a page out of your friend’s book today. I sent a message to set up a conversation with Chat Noir.”

Adrien froze. “What?”

“Yeah, he has patrol today, so he’s bound to see it sooner or later.” She opened her yo-yo, showing him the message. “I made sure to tell him it’s okay if he doesn’t want to meet, but do you think I was too pushy?”

His eyes barely grazed the words on the screen before they returned to her, still wide.

“No, I think- why now? You guys have been ignoring each other, this, for a while. Why the sudden need for conversation?”

“Well, I've been thinking that we just can't let this hold us back from being the best team we can be. We’re both very mature and can have a conversation about our feelings for the sake of the miraculous’ future and…” Her shoulders slumped and she averted her eyes. “Who am I fooling with this? It’s not that at all.”

Ladybug dropped on the couch, hand grabbing the fleece blanket Adrien always kept around since she said once it was comfy.

Always so thoughtful. She thought, fondly.

“I miss Chat Noir. So much.” She admitted and it felt like a weight was lifted from her whole being. It wasn’t something she had the courage to say even to Tikki. “As soon as he asked for time, I knew I would miss him, but I didn’t know it would hurt like this. He’s my partner, Adrien, and I can’t even talk to him anymore.”

Ladybug briefly wondered if Adrien would feel anything like jealousy at her talking about how she missed some other guy so badly that it burned. However, he just landed a comforting hand on her shoulder and squeezed. Suddenly, that thought only seemed ridiculous.

“I thought I was doing the right thing, hiding things from him to protect him. But I was actually the one hurting him and I feel so awful about it.” She was surprised tears didn’t fall, maybe she had shed too many already and was out of stock. “Master Fu said that secrets were dangerous, that Chat Noir wasn’t ready for them. So I kept them, even with him gone. He’s been the guardian for so long, it must be the best option, right? Well, I don't think that anymore. If the secrets hurt Chat, then maybe they aren't worth it.”

It got quiet. She couldn’t even hear Adrien’s breath anymore.

“D-do you mean…?”

“I spent yesterday thinking about how much easier things have been with my friend since she knows who I am. She covers for me, doesn’t get confused when I suddenly cancel, doesn’ press about why I’m dating in secret.” Alya had always been understanding, maybe far more than she deserves. It had nothing on how supportive she became once she knew the truth. “I want that with Chat, Adrien. I want that with you, too.”

“Ladybug.” He breathed, voice so awed that she flushed.

“I want to tell you who I am. I want to walk on the streets with you, holding your hand. I want your friend to know we’re dating, I want my friends to know. I want to introduce you to Chat.” Ladybug said, everything she had been holding in her heart spilling over. “But I can’t do that without Chat knowing first, it’s not fair. If I'm going to change the secret identity rule, my partner is the priority.”

“Wait, are you going to tell him today?!”

“What? No! I’m just going to tell him that I want to change things today, I don’t want to pressure him into anything.” She said, the thought of Chat Noir finding out her identity today making her heart almost climb out of her throat. “Then, we can agree to let the other know when we feel ready.”

“And after that… you want to tell me who you are?” Adrien asked, voice small.

“I do.” She said gently. Sure, she was terrified he would see her as she is, both as Marinette and Ladybug. But it would be worth it to have all of him. “I want you to know who I am, Adrien. You’re… my soulmate.”

“My love…” He kissed her slow and sweet, lips soft against hers. “I can't wait to know your name.”

“Me too.” Ladybug said, dazed. Kissing him never got old.

He raised an eyebrow. “You can’t wait to know your name?”

The spell broke. “Haha you’re so funny. Do you come up with these yourself?”

“Only the best original material for you.” Adrien winked and she scolded her heart for stuttering.

“Well, while I would love to hear your hilarious jokes all night long, I have to get going. Chat’s patrol is about to start.” Ladybug threw her yo-yo outside and blew him a kiss. “Bye-bye, handsome.”

“Bye-bye, my love.” He said, smiling. “And good luck with Chat Noir.”

She hoped she would have.

Not even a minute after she left Adrien’s, her yo-yo pinged and she almost crashed into a building trying to open it. Landing on top of a rooftop, her eyes scanned the words on the screen.

Sure, let 's talk. Usual patrol meeting spot.

It’s not like she hadn’t seen Chat Noir this time they spent without talking. They would meet during akuma attacks, working wordlessly together, and she could see him during his patrol from her balcony. Not even mentioning their conversation after the disastrous dinner with Adrien’s father, when they cried in each other’s arms. It couldn't compare, though, with the relief she felt knowing she was going to have a conversation with him as Ladybug. She felt like she could cry.

“Hi, Chat Noir.” She said softly, scared that anything too much would change his mind.

He gave her a small smile. “Hi, Ladybug.”

They stared at each other, in silence.

“So-”

“Chat, I just-”

Their mouths closed

“Sorry, you-

“Go first, I insist-”

Ladybug sighed.

“This isn’t working out… Chat, I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” She said. “I messed up and I should have trusted you more, you’re my partner and it’s about time I act like it.”

“Ladybug… Thank you.” He said, voice wavering. “I understand where you were coming from. Master Fu was pretty serious about secret identities and I know you trained under him.”

“The problems weren’t only secret identities, I should have been honest from the start and that’s on me.” Ladybug took a step towards him, holding out a hand. He took it. “Just promise next time you’re hurting, you’ll tell me? That rant sounded like it was building up for a while.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not that good at communicating, too. I’ll tell you next time, I promise.” He squeezed her hand. “It’s good to talk to you again, bugaboo.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the nickname. “Can’t believe I missed your stupids nicknames, Chaton.”

“I told you I’m irresistible. Snuck up on you, didn't I?”

Unfortunately.

“There’s something else I have to tell you.” Ladybug said, falling back into seriousness. “I’m the guardian now, aren’t I?”

“... Yes?”

“Then, I’ve decided: I’m revoking the secret identity rule between us, Chat Noir.” She said, watching his mouth fall open. “I want to know who you are and I want you to know who I am.”

“My lady…” His voice was filled with so much warmth that leaned into it. “Why did you change your mind?”

“The cons were out weighing the pros and even if they weren’t, hurting you wasn’t worth it. I think us knowing would be the best, Chaton” Seeing that he was frozen on the spot, she backtracked. “Not that we need to say it right now or anything. I think we should take it slow, telling each other about ourselves first. How about it?”

“Like a game of twenty questions?” He titled his head. She refused to think it was adorable.

“Yeah, kinda like that. We talk until we feel ready!”

A slow smile spread across his face. “I would love to, my lady! Okay, first: what’s your favorite color?”

“Really? Can’t think of anything more important?” She groaned, dropping down on the edge to sit down.

“Everything about you is important.” He sing-songed, sitting beside her.

“Okay, fine, it’s pink. Yours?”

“Blue.” He wagged his eyebrows and she fought the urge to blush.

“My turn, then.” Ladybug said. “Anything interesting happening these days? Something new?”

“Not really.” He said, sounding nonchalant. “Had a fight with a friend and then made up, had a fight with my dad and haven’t made up. Same old. Oh, and I got a girlfriend.”

When Marinette was young, she loved going to the pool perched on her father’s shoulder. It made her feel very tall and she swore that she would be as tall as her father one day so she wouldn’t need any help in the pool. But for that time, his shoulders were her boat and the safest place she could be. Until she fell off his shoulder and into the water. The short time that he took to find her was some of the worst in her life, she couldn’t breath or think, just feel as water trapped her body and pushed her down.

For some reason, Chat Noir telling her he had a girlfriend felt just like that.

“A girlfriend?” She choked out.

“A girlfriend.” He repeated, smiling wide. “She’s the best! Sweet, kinda, smart and so understanding of me and my problems, my lady. I don’t know what I would do without her.”

His eyes shone bright as he talked about that mystery girl. She used to think they only shone like that when he talked about her.

“My lady… I think she’s the one.” Chat Noir laughed, sounding euphoric. “My soulmate.”

When she used that word earlier to describe Adrien, she was overflowing with joy. Then why did it hurt to hear Chat use it for another girl?

“I’m happy for you Chat, you deserve to be happy.” Even if it’s not with me. She pushed that thought down. “I also got a boyfriend!”

“Really? That 's great!” He beamed. “Seems like we’re both lucky in love.”

“Yeah, kinda.”

His smile dropped. “What do you mean ‘kinda’?”

“I really messed up, Chat.” She sighed under the worried eyes of her partner. “I swear I didn’t mean to, I tried to avoid it but then I just did it.”

“Did what?!” She took in the panicked tone in his voice.

“I’m dating him as Ladybug!” She blurted out.

Chat stared at her for a moment before bursting out into laughter.

“My lady!” He said between giggles. “I thought it was something serious!”

“It’s serious, Chat!” Ladybug borderline whined, annoyed at his laughter. “I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

“Hey, it's not that bad.” He said, amused. “So you met someone as Ladybug and started to date him? I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Well, the thing is… I didn’t meet him as Ladybug.” She said. “He’s my classmate.”

Chat Noir froze. “What?”

“I know, I know it was stupid.” Ladybug rushed. “But I wasn’t making any progress as myself and he was so open to me when I’m in the suit and I like him so much, Chat, I didn’t know what to do!”

“You guys go to school together and he still hasn’t figured it out?!”

“To be fair, he’s kinda oblivious.” She said, giggling. “You wouldn’t believe the things I did trying to catch his attention.”

“Try me.” Was it her imagination or did he sound a little faint?

“Well, let’s see…” Ladybug went through a file in her brain that she usually avoided at all costs: the “Stupid things I did regarding Adrien” one. “Oh, it’s even kinda recent. Once, he pretended to be a statue in front of me and I confessed how I love him with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns and tried to kiss him. Then I took it back when I discovered it was really him.”

“Oh.” Chat did really look kinda faint. But no matter, because Ladybug was on a roll.

“Once I left a present for him in his bedroom and when he caught me, I said it was from his brazilian fan club.”

“Oh.” Maybe she should get Chat Noir some water, he was very red.

“I even tried to give him a love letter once and mixed it up with the constipation medicine prescription for Master Fu. Guess what he did? He went out and bought me the medicine, no questions asked.” She giggled. Now that she was dating Adrien, this was a little funny. “My friend said it was romantic and at the time I didn’t agree with her, but looking back, it was kinda sweet- Chat, are you okay?”

He was looking at her as if for the first time, breath heavy and pupils dilated.

“Yeah, I’m- huh, okay, fine, never better.” Chat practically vomited the words, jumbling them. “I forgot I have to feed my father. Okay? Patrol cancelled. Good night.”

Then he leapt into the night, leaving Ladybug very confused and definitely worried.

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cobaltusami · 3 years

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Tropical Vacation pt. 4

Hey hi hello! I meant to post this earlier but my dumbass forgot to. There Is no tickling in this part but this Is the part where they meet!

Something important to note: I have not completed the second game, So this probably won't make sense because I've probably not seen some huge plot twist yet. I apologize. This Is happening In an alternate universe anyway so hopefully that doesn't take away from the story too much!

Characters In this part: All of class 78, Hajime, Fuyuhiko, Mahiru, Hiyoko, Ibuki, Nekomaru, Akane, Chiaki, Sonia, Nagito. (The rest of class 77 Is there but not mentioned by name.)

Word count: 2,247

Part 1: [Click or tap here!] Part 2: [Click or tap here!] Part 3: [Click or tap here!] Part 4: You are here.

Once they all assembled at the gym, Monokuma appeared on the stage.

“Thank you all for coming to my ted talk!” He greeted. “And for the splitting headache I now have thanks to you four over there.” He pointed to Mondo, Hiro, Taka and Sakura. Mondo and Hiro chuckled while Sakura blushed.

“I have gathered you all here for a very special surprise!”

“We know what you said in the announcement, can you just get on with it?” Leon rolled his eyes at the mismatched bear.

“Well, Someone’s pushy today. I guess my feng shui isn’t working as well as I’d hoped.” he sounded dejected. “Which Incidentally, Is the subject of today’s meeting!”

“Don’t tell me, You’re gonna throw more sand around?” Hina asked with a small giggle, nudging Sakura.

Sakura flinched hard from the contact, her nerves still on fire from earlier. “M-Monokuma… we are not interested In your decorating escapades.” she mumbled.

“I guess you’re right… It’s not nearly as interesting as watching you getting ti--”

“Sh-Shut up!” She stammered, blushing.

“What about your decorating, Monokuma?” Kyoko sighed, realizing this meeting may never end If she didn’t step In and get it back on track.

“Puhuhuhuhu…” Monokuma giggled. “See? Someone cares about--”

“Just get on with It.” Kyoko interrupted, quickly losing her patience.

“Fine, You’re all no fun…” The bear moped for a moment before clearing his throat. “I called you all here to tell you that I’ve redecorated again! Once you leave the Gym you should notice a whole new world out there…” He said ominously.

“This Is a waste of my time.” Byakuya huffed. “I’m going back to the library.”

“Oh but before you do that, I must warn you…” Monokuma sounded like he was grinning as he spoke. “There are other students out there, much different than the group you’re all used to.”

“D-Did you ge-get another p-p-pool floaty or some-something?” Toko rolled her eyes.

“Something like that.” He called vaguely after the students who were exiting the room.

But imagine their surprise when they opened the doors only to be met with bright sunlight, the sound of waves crashing, and seagulls cawing.

A/N I'm not sure how Monokuma Houdini'd this, he probably stole Usami's spare magic stick--

“W-What the!?” Byakuya jolted back with a surprised gasp.

“W-What happened to the school?!” Makoto stammered.

“Puhuhu… What do you think? After your lukewarm response before, I took your criticisms into account and redecorated! Pretty realistic huh?”

Hina, Kyoko and Makoto stepped out, looking around. “G-Guys? It’s actually real.” Hina stammered, shocked.

“No shit, How could Monokuma have faked it!?” Mondo retorted, walking out with them.

Hina scanned the area enthusiastically then squealed. “Sakura! Come out here! There’s a beach!” she announced as she bounced back in the doorway.

Sakura followed her best friend out again. “It’s… pretty.”

Leon, Hiro, Celeste, Sayaka, Taka and Chihiro all followed them out, looking around curiously.

Chihiro giggled happily. “It’s so nice here!” they beamed, twirling around once in the gentle breeze.

“Look at the water! It’s so blue!” Sayaka smiled.

Toko took one look at the water and began to back up nervously, she looked to Byakuya trying to gauge his reaction to all of this.

“This Is some kind of trick. I’m not falling for It.” Byakuya huffed irritably.

“I don’t know, It looks pretty real to me.” Hifumi commented as he stepped outside.

Hina looked to Toko and noticed how nervous she seemed. she smiled, reaching her hand out for the writer. “Come on Toko! Come with us. I won’t let anything happen to you!”

Toko blushed, stammering awkwardly. “I-I don’t ne-need your protection, M-Meathead!” She chided.

Most people would be offended by this, Hina knew by now that this was just how Toko was. She stepped back through the doors. “Come on Toko~ don’t you wanna just feel the fresh air for even a few seconds? It feels great out here!”

The writer did in fact, want to feel the fresh air. She looked to Byakuya silently for his opinion again.

“Do what you want, I certainly don’t want you In here.” He said coldly, crossing his arms.

She looked back at Hina and shakily took her hand, stepping outside with her.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna join them?” Monokuma asked the Progeny.

“This Is some kind of Motive, and I’m not dumb enough to fall for it like they are.”

“Yeah no.” Mondo grabbed a hold of Byakuya’s arm, dragging him outside. “You aren’t staying where we can’t keep an eye on ya, We all agreed to stick together.” He muttered.

Toko actually smiled as she stood In the sunlight with Hina. “I-It does fe-feel really g-good out here…” she admitted.

“See? It’s not so scary.” Hina beamed, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Sakura smiled at the two, glad they were getting along for the time being and she didn’t have to kick Toko’s ass for saying anything too off handed to the swimmer.

“L-Let go of me!” Byakuya growled, ripping away from the biker, as he turned around to go back inside the doors closed with Monokuma standing in front of them. “Open the doors. I’m going back inside.”

“No you aren’t.” Monokuma announced, All the students turned to him questioningly. “Consider this a school field trip! You’re going to be staying here for the next few days while I make actual changes to the school.”

“Stay where exactly? This Is just an island.” Makoto asked.

“I’m glad you asked, Unlucky one! Across this bridge Is a park, and through magical gate number one Is an island with a hotel. The hotel Is where you’re all set up to stay.” Monokuma explained. “But be caaaareful… There are other students on this island that aren’t as hospitable as you are. They’re cold blooded killers who’ve already had a few trials.”

Makoto felt his blood run cold as he looked to Kyoko for comfort, her face was it’s usual iron mask.

“I’d love to stay here and chat with you all, but your teacher should be here shortly to show you the way.” Monokuma sighed. “Enjoy yourselves! Try not to kill for at least a few hours, I have some surprises to prepare for when you get back!” with that he disappeared. Leaving behind the group of concerned students.

“H-He’s totally joking about the other students… right?” Hiro asked, nervously smiling.

“He has to be, There’s no way he can watch over us and a whole other class at the same time.” Makoto replied.

“I shouldn’t have listened to you!” Toko cried, pulling her hand away from Hina. “I-I should ha-have known y-you were m-m-making the wrong ch-choice!”

“Toko, Easy! It’s gonna be okay!” Hina tried to reassure the walking ball of anxiety. “I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, And I mean It!”

They didn’t have any more time to panic when Usami appeared. “Hello students!” She greeted cheerfully, the group quieted down and looked at the pink and white bunny in total confusion.

“Oh god, There’s more of ‘em?!” Mondo asked.

“M-More of them? You aren’t comparing me to that awful Monokuma, Are you?” Usami sobbed. “I would never do anything as vile as him!”

“Who are you?” Kyoko asked.

“My name Is Usami, I am your soft and squeezable teacher! It’s nice to meet you all!” She beamed. “I am very happy to have you all here!”

“Monokuma said there were other students on the island… Is that true?” Makoto asked.

“Yes, Ah but don’t worry! They aren’t at all as he says!” Usami quickly corrected. “They are wonderful kids! They’ve taken a stand against Monokuma by not participating In his horrible games…”

Makoto let out a small breath of relief. “We’re the same, We haven’t killed anyone either.” He informed the plushie.

Usami giggled happily. “Love, Love! That’s wonderful to hear! Come with me, I’ll take you to the others to get you all acquainted!” She announced as she began to walk towards the bridge.

The students reluctantly followed, not seeing much of a choice. As they made the trek to the other island Usami asked for all of their names, giving them each a compliment on how nice their name was.

It was such a stark contrast to what they were used to with Monokuma, which only made them more suspicious and uneasy about this whole thing.

They arrived at the front of the beach house, and they could hear yelling and laughing, mixed in with some shrieks of surprise coming from whatever was behind the house.

“It sounds like they’re out on the beach!” Usami observed, leading them around to the beach and sure enough, they were. They were having a water gun and balloon fight.

Hajime shrieked as he got pelted by three different people, turning away to protect his face with a laugh. When he opened his eyes he was looking at the other class and Usami.

The students abruptly stopped their shenanigans and looked to the group.

“Everyone, This Is the class Monokuma mentioned before!” Usami announced. “Come introduce yourselves!”

Ibuki was the first to step forward, her eyes wide in shock. “Sayaka??? Is that you??” she gasped.

Sayaka’s eyes also widened as she too stepped forward. “Ibuki? Ibuki Mioda??”

There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other in disbelief, but then they squealed and ran to hug each other. “Ibuki, I’m so happy to see you!”

“Ibuki Is happy to see you too!”

“Ibuki? You know her?” Hajime asked curiously.

“Yes! We were In the same music group before Ibuki left to pursue a solo career.” Ibuki explained, pulling away from the singer.

Leon eyed Nekomaru, shocked. “C-Coach Nekomaru?” He stammered.

Nekomaru blinked, seemingly his face clicked In his head. “LEON KUWATA!” He shouted. “Oh man, It’s been a while! C’mere you!”

Leon smiled nervously as he approached Nekomaru, being pulled into a powerful hug.

Hajime seemed a bit more at ease about the situation as Sonia was the next to step up. “Hello! My name Is Sonia Nevermind! It is wonderful to meet you all!” She greeted cheerfully.

“Whoa,” Akane looked at Sakura with stars in her eyes. “You look super strong!”

“Th-Thank you.” Sakura smiled a bit. “My name Is Sakura Ogami, What Is your name?”

“Oh! Right! I’m Akane Owari, Ultimate Gymnast.” She introduced herself. “Hey, Wanna fight??”

Nekomaru approached them, gently pulling Akane back. “Easy tiger, go introduce yourself to the rest of the class.”

She pouted as she did as he asked.

“Sorry about her, She’s really Into sparring.” Nekomaru laughed. “I’m Nekomaru Nidai! Ultimate team manager! You’re the Ultimate Martial artist, Yeah?”

Sakura was a bit caught off guard. “Yes, How did you…?”

“I’ve watched you fight.” He admitted with a chuckle.

Makoto stared at Nagito. Why did he look so familiar to him?

“Hi, I’m Nagito Komaeda! I’m the Ultimate Lucky student. Nice to meet you!” He introduced himself. Man, he even sounds familiar.

Makoto jumped In surprise. There could be two of the same ultimate?! Though he supposed they DID do this lottery before… “U-Uh, Hi! I’m Makoto Naegi. Ultimate Lucky Student.” He smiled sheepishly at the surprised look on Nagito’s face.

“Really?? Another Ultimate Lucky student? WOW! So my theory was correct.” Nagito said thoughtfully. “I’m really not an Ultimate after all!”

“W-What?” Makoto stuttered, taken off guard by how cheerful he seemed about this. “N-No uh, I was picked at random for a lottery. You’re probably the real--”

Chiaki grabbed Nagito by the arm and yanked him away to give him a lecture while Hajime and Fuyu took his spot. “Sorry about him, He’s on a kick about being trash.” He explained with a sigh.

“Man, and I thought Makoto had low self esteem…” Hina mumbled, giggling at the side eye she received from him.

“I’m Hajime Hinata, I don’t know what my Ultimate Is.” He offered his hand to shake.

“I’m Makoto Naegi. Nice to meet you!” He beamed, his eyes flickered to Fuyuhiko, who still looked a bit uneasy about this situation.

Hajime looked at the blond and gently nudged him. “Go on, It’s okay.”

Fuyu stepped forward and looked up at Makoto-- It’s not every day that someone has to look up at him so he was slightly amused. “My name Is Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, I’m the Ultimate Yakuza.” He introduced, stepping back. Hajime put his arm around Hiko’s shoulders and pulled him into his side to comfort him, sensing he was uneasy.

Mahiru, who had been scared initially, seemed much more lax now as she and Hiyoko introduced themselves to the group.

Once the rest of the group had been introduced, Usami turned to the students. “I should show you to the hotel so you can settle in your rooms!”

“Ibuki can do It!” Ibuki bounced excitedly.

“I will go too!” Sonia volunteered.

Usami giggled. “Very well! I’ll let you two show them. Their rooms have their names on the doors. I must go prepare something, but I will be back to check In on you!” She reassured, disappearing just as Monokuma does.

“Follllooow Ibuki!”

After getting settled In, the Hope’s peak students found that some of their stuff was already in their rooms, also the rooms were much nicer than their school dorms. It was definitely gonna take some time to get used to being able to see sunlight, but It was certainly going to be a nice change for a while.

Tomorrow they would be getting more acquainted with the students that inhabit the island.

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The Powerpuff Girls (SRW) get their souls trapped in dolls and then stranded on Dr. Quandary’s Secret Island

Or, Meme Dwellers play The Secret Island of Dr. Quandary (except not really, I never wrote anything more for this). A joke story I wrote for some reason like two years ago that I’m now putting on here for some reason? It’s just a shitpost, lol.

Who thought it was a good idea to force the Steel Dragons to attend a carnival? The only culprit that came to mind was Excellen, but as crafty as she was there was no way she could’ve convinced the higher-ups to turn a carnival trip into a “mandatory team-building exercise” for the Steel Dragons and their associates.

Now, normally being forced to attend a carnival wasn’t the worst thing ever. But this carnival was really something else. I mean…really something else.

It was clear at first glance that the people behind this horrible place pretending to be a fun carnival didn’t care a single bit for their patrons’ safety. They also probably cared even less about making it actually fun.

The Ferris wheel was stopped for what had to be the fifteenth time that day, leaving the unfortunate victims who were dumb enough to get on trapped inside until the maintenance workers could get it moving again. The bathrooms smelled like rotten ass and probably had seventeen different STDs infesting the seats. The food was tasteless at best and looked like they had failed every bit of health inspection out there. All the games looked uninteresting and were probably rigged anyway.

To top it all off, even the atmosphere itself seemed to be as bleak and gloomy as this parody of a carnival. How the hell did this place manage to stay in business?

Katia, Melua, and Tenia thought long and hard about that question as they wandered around this travesty that called itself a carnival.

“Where’s Touya, Calvina, and the bland twins?” Tenia asked. “How’d we lose them in this place? I mean—I can understand losing Akimi and Akemi, but Touya and Calvina are pretty distinct, you know?”

Melua glanced around. “Yeah, usually Calvina’s the one who loses us, not the other way around.”

“You’d think we’d be able to keep track of the four people we were supposed to be exploring this ‘carnival’ with.” Katia scanned the premises for a familiar face. “Also, where the heck is anybody else? This place can’t be that big.”

She sighed, pulling out her phone. “You know what, why don’t we just try calling Calvina instead of wandering around like lost kids—”

Suddenly, a carny shouted very loudly in their direction, “Step right up! Have a try at this game! It’s free!”

Katia coughed after a moment. “Well, I’ll call—”

“Come on, don’t be shy! Try your hand at Troggle Shoot! You win a prize every time!”

“…I’ll call—”

“And yes, I am talking to you, trio of girls who look like lost children and whose color schemes are blatantly ripping off the Powerpuff Girls. Come here and play Troggle Shoot!”

The three girls sighed and turned to look at the carny shouting at them. He was a man dressed in purple robes and a funny hat manning a stand that no one seemed to be paying much attention to. His stand was evidently his game of Troggle Shoot, judging by his earlier shouting and also the flashing neon pink sign that said “Troggle Shoot” on top of the stand.

The three exchanged glances.

“What if it’s a kidnapping attempt?” Katia asked.

“Surprisingly, we haven’t run into that in this carnival yet,” Melua replied. “I don’t see any of the others, but if we shout loud enough someone should come running…”

“He doesn’t look so tough.” Tenia glanced at the carny. “He looks old and scrawny. I bet even we could beat him up. And he did go through all the trouble of calling us out.”

Katia sighed. “I swear, you two are going to land us in a shallow grave out on the side of a road one day.”

They reluctantly headed over to the carny’s stand, because he was a creepy old man being incredibly insistent on having three girls play his probably terrible game. He gave them what was likely supposed to be a disarming smile as they approached. Unfortunately, it just made him look creepier.

“Welcome, girls! I am the ingenious Dr. Quandary, the quintessential quizmaster! But you may call me Doctor Q.”

Oh great, alliteration. How wonderful—I absolutely adore the amazing appeal of alliteration. It’s immensely impressive to implement.

“You must be so happy,” Katia whispered to Melua. “You’ve finally found kin.”

“Shut up, Katia.”

Doctor Q continued on. “It’s your lucky day! I am offering you three a free game of Troggle Shoot! If you win, you can have these three dolls.”

He gestured to three dolls sitting atop a shelf in the stand. One was of a babyish blond child dressed in blue overalls. Another was a pink-skinned…person dressed in blinding yellow clothes. The last was aptly described as a horrific pumpkin-headed mutant wearing a popped-collar shirt and Hawaiian shorts.

“Excuse me, did I say dolls? I meant to say…Lifelike Action Figures!”

“…Just call them dolls, dude.” Tenia gave him her best impression of Calvina’s “what the fuck is this shit” face. “We’re not even boys—trying to play to that stereotype doesn’t make any sense!”

“Also these dolls are the ugliest things I’ve ever seen,” Katia added.

Melua grimaced. “Trying to offer them as prizes just makes me want to play this game even less!”

Doctor Q waved his hands. “Hey, hey, don’t be like that. Who knows? Maybe you’ll grow to like these precious faces!”

“I doubt that,” the three girls said in unison.

“…Look, it’s a free game and you get free stuff. Didn’t your parents teach you not to look a gift horse in the mouth?”

“Our parents are dead.”

“…Well, why not distract yourself from the grief and sadness with a little game of Troggle Shoot! It’s free! See that Troggle in the box marked TARGET?”

“We don’t want to—”

He pointed insistently at an LCD screen built into the side of the stand that showed an image that was probably supposed to be that Troggle thing he was talking about.

“Shoot as many of them as you can.” He set three BB guns on the table. “You each have 20 bullets. You can start firing whenever you’re ready.”

The three girls sighed. What a pushy guy. Seeing as he probably wasn’t going to leave them alone until they played his crappy game, they took the guns he offered them. Doctor Q’s smile widened as he stepped aside to activate the game. In the back of the stand, Troggles of all shapes and sizes began to roll across the shooting gallery’s three rows, but the girls were aiming for only one type.

One such Troggle came out first from the right on the middle row. Katia aimed and fired first. However, she aimed where it was instead of where it was going to be, so the Troggle rolled onward unharmed while her bullet looked stupid as it hit nothing.

“Oops. Well, at least Calvina isn’t here to complain about how much I suck at shooting.”

At least her mistake taught Tenia and Melua that they should aim slightly ahead of the Troggles to hit them. With that lesson learned, the girls began to shoot down Troggle after Troggle with relative ease. The game was surprisingly simple with no bullshit rigging involved, and they each had some experience in shooting because during their little venture in space Calvina decided to give them lessons since they had nothing else to do most of the time.

Once they used up their 20 bullets, their total Troggles shot came up to 53. Doctor Q shut off the machine and applauded them.

“Bravo, girls! Nice shooting! You’ve won your prizes.” He paused. “Though I must warn you; the prize you choose may have a dramatic effect on your future. These are not your ordinary Lifelike Action Figures. In fact, you might even swear they were alive sometimes!” He let out a deep laugh.

“Are you seriously still calling them Lifelike Action Figures?” asked Tenia. “And why does this sound incredibly foreboding?”

Doctor Q ignored her. “Let me tell you about them.”

He first gestured to the babyish one on the far left. “This is B. Ginner. It’s harmless, mostly.”

He moved on to the pink one on the far right. “This is O. D. Nary. A nice, middle of the road fellow.”

Finally, he motioned to the tan one with the pumpkin head. “And this is D. Fee Cult. It can be a real pain in the posterior. Which one will you take?”

“What’s with the punny names?” Katia asked. “And also the foreboding descriptions? Everything about this whole setup is incredibly suspicious and I don’t think we should accept these dolls.”

“Even if this whole thing didn’t scream danger, I still wouldn’t want these things,” Melua muttered. “They’re all so freaky.”

Doctor Q slammed his fist on the stand, making the girls jump. “You’ll accept these Lifelike Action Figures and you’ll like it!”

“Okay, fine! We’ll take the stupid dolls!” Melua turned to the others. “I’m…going with B. Ginner. It’s the least freaky of the bunch.”

Katia shrugged. “Alright, I’ll go with O. D. Nary then.”

“Wait, but that leaves me with D. Fee Cult!” Tenia whined. “It’s so freaky with that swollen pumpkin head!”

“Too late, Tenia. At least it looks like the ultimate dudebro with that outfit.”

She groaned. “Fine. Maybe I can freak Touya out by sticking it in his room…”

The three girls reluctantly accepted their prizes. God, they were so freaky and ugly.

As they studied their freaky prizes, the dolls decided to make themselves more horrifying by suddenly opening their eyes.

“AHH! WHAT THE FU—”

The dolls began to glow, blotting out their view with bright technicolor light. The girls heard Doctor Q laugh maniacally before they blacked out.

__________________

Katia awoke with a splitting headache. She rolled onto her side and pushed herself off the sand, rubbing her head with a groan. Thankfully, her ears didn’t get any sand in them—they were however filled with the sound of the ocean’s grey waves, destined to seek life beyond the shore just out of reach. Er, wait—I mean she heard the ocean lapping against the shore.

…Wait, when the hell did she get to the beach?

Katia looked up and nearly fell over when the first thing she saw were two of those freaky dolls she, Tenia, and Melua had been given moving around like they were alive. Also, they had somehow become as big as she was.

“AHH, HOLY SHIT!”

Her outburst drew the attention of the dolls, who also startled back and screamed. Their voices sounded an awful lot like—

…Wait.

“Tenia? Melua?” Katia asked tentatively as she looked down at herself. The clothes she was wearing certainly weren’t those she had on at the carnival. And her skin was definitely not pink before.

The only thing she knew that had this ungodly pallor and disgustingly bright set of clothes was…that doll…

Looking back up, she saw that the other two seemed to have drawn the same conclusion as her. Their expressions slowly shifted into that of surprise and growing horror. Faced with this terrible realization, the girls reacted the only way they knew how:

By screaming about it.

“NOOOOO! THE LAST THING I WANTED WAS TO BECOME THIS FREAKY PUMPKIN-HEAD DOLL!”

“Dammit, I knew we were going to wind up in some crazy situation one day!”

“This is the last time I play crappy carnival games or accept ugly dolls from strangers!”

Their freak-out session was interrupted by a bottle washing up on the shore. Inside was a rolled-up paper. The three girls looked at it and then at each other.

Tenia walked over to the bottle, uncorking it and pulling out the paper inside. She unfurled it as the other two came over to read the message written on it.

Dear suckers:

Ha! You have fallen into my trap! I have implanted your minds into these DOLLS and transported you to my Secret Island! Unless you can solve all my puzzles and meet all my challenges, you’ll never see your bodies again! You’ll be real nobodies! Get it? NO BODIES! Ha ha ha ha ha

Yours Q-ly,

Doctor Quandary

“…Well, that explains how we got in this situation,” Tenia muttered.

“What the heck is wrong with this guy? Who the hell thinks ‘I’m going to go trap random kids into ugly dolls for shits and giggles’? Literally what does he stand to gain from doing any of this?”

“…Katia, I think we should be more concerned about possibly losing our bodies forever at the moment,” Melua said.

“Yeah, but how are we supposed to get our bodies back? What, is he going to make us make some fixer elixir by completing his stupid challenges?”

As Katia spoke, Tenia walked over to the recycling bin that was conveniently placed nearby and dropped the message inside. Recycling was a habit she gained after Calvina got really angry at her for littering. Surprisingly, Calvina cared a lot about the environment.

Much to her surprise, a receipt popped out after she recycled the message.

“Wait, what? I got a receipt for recycling?” She picked it up and read the big words printed on the top. “…Doctor Q’s Fixer Elixir?”

Katia stared at her. “Are you kidding me.”

She and Melua went over to read the list with Tenia. They went through the entire list in silence.

“…What kind of an ingredient list is this?” Tenia asked. “What do you mean, ‘under-the-table decoration’? Who writes a recipe in riddles?”

Melua pointed at the directions. “The directions aren’t better. ‘Heat it up until it’s too hot to drink’? ‘Drink it’? Screw you too, Doctor Q.”

Tenia groaned. “This is gonna suck. We’re gonna need some major help with this one.”

She pulled out her phone from…somewhere and dialed a number. Katia stared at her pocketless shorts.

“…Where did you get your phone from?”

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The Ferris wheel had been stopped for a whole ten minutes with no signs of moving yet. Heck, the maintenance workers hadn’t even shown up. Trapped in one of the compartments at the top were Calvina, Touya, and the Akatsuki twins. Calvina glared at everyone else as they all sat in awkward silence.

“I told you this thing would break down.”

Touya looked at the floor while Akimi and Akemi stared out of opposite windows.

“…Worth it.”

“Was it? Was it really?”

“…A little.”

Calvina sighed. “This is almost as bad as that time we were stuck in that escape shuttle meant for only two people at best.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s that bad,” Touya replied. “At least this time we have breathing room and you don’t have to steer with Akimi’s ass in your face.”

Akimi coughed. “Yeah, this…is a lot better than that.”

“And we also don’t have any space malaria to worry about.” Akemi frowned. “How did we even get into that situation to begin with?”

Akimi shrugged. “Beats me. We just kinda…woke up like that. Anyway, I hope the ride starts again soon. Don’t freak out yet, but I kinda have to pee.”

The others stared at him.

“…I hope they get the ride fixed soon,” Touya muttered.

“I’ll beat the shit out of you if you piss yourself,” Calvina said flatly.

Akimi lowered his head. “Uh…got it…”

Akemi patted him on the shoulder. “If it comes down to it, you can probably pop open the compartment door and pee out there.”

“Ew, I’m not going to do that.”

Suddenly, Calvina’s phone rang.

“…Really, Calvina? Your ringtone is Megalovania?”

“Shut up, Touya.” She took out her phone and checked the caller ID before taking it. “What is it, Tenia?”

“Calvina, we need your help. Some old fart named Dr. Quandary forced us to play his crappy game and then stuffed our souls into these ugly ass dolls. Now we’re stranded on his secret island and he’s making us solve a bunch of puzzles to gather ingredients to make what sounds like a very unappetizing drink to cure our dollness. We gotta do it, because otherwise we’ll be stuck like this forever and I don’t want to be an ugly ass pumpkin-head dudebro forever, this doll is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. So can you please help us solve these puzzles when we get to them?”

“…What?”

“What did Tenia get into?” Touya asked.

“Apparently she, Katia, and Melua played a suspicious carnival game in the ten minutes we were separated and then the guy running the stand stuffed their souls into some dolls. Or something.”

“…What?” the other three said at the same time.

“Yeah…” Calvina frowned. “Wait, if you three are stuck in dolls without your bodies how do you still have your phone?”

In the background, she heard Katia shout, “That’s what I asked!” Tenia on the other hand was silent.

“…I don’t know, but it’s convenient, shut up. Are you going to help us or not?”

Calvina rubbed her forehead. “I mean, I guess…it’s not like the four of us are going anywhere, since these idiots wanted to ride the Ferris wheel so damn badly.” She glared at the others once again.

“What? But that thing was obviously going to break down!”

“Yeah, that’s what I said! But nooo, we just had to ride it. Look, I’m putting you on speaker now so everyone can hear what you’re saying.”

She did exactly that before setting her phone on her leg. “Okay, what are we dealing with? Where are you right now?”

“Uh, we’re on a beach. I got a message in a bottle and recycled it to get a recipe for this ‘Fixer Elixir’ which is probably the thing that’s supposed to turn us back to normal. The recipe is weird as shit though. Here, I’ll send Touya a pic.”

Touya’s phone buzzed and he pulled it out. A moment later he held out his phone to show Tenia’s pic. Everyone leaned in to read.

“…What the hell is ‘under-the-table decoration’ supposed to mean?” Akimi asked.

“That’s what I want to know!”

“Well…this seems like the start of a whole bunch of ‘what the hell is this shit’ shenanigans,” Akemi muttered as she went over the list. “Maybe we’ll get a better idea what the heck any of this is supposed to be once you start getting things.”

“I guess…I see a forest nearby so we’re going to head there first. Come on guys, let’s go.”

Calvina sighed. “This is going to be a long day…”

#super robot wars #citrus can't write #so yeah i tried to upload this last night but then i think tumblr mobile ate the read more when i tried to edit it on my phone #i didn't want to subject everyone in the srw tag to this horrible giant block of text so i just deleted it #anyway to repeat the tags on the original post #i used to have a writing tag but i only had like two things in it #and i totally forgot what it was #i forgot what thought process led me to write this story #i didn't even play dr. quandary's secret island or whatever as a kid #i think i saw a video on it and thought the concept was wacky as fuck #and since i was super into SRW at the time and wanted to write shitty things for it i wrote this?#something like that anyway...

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daebak-dreams · 6 years

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🎀𝒟𝒶𝑒𝒷𝒶𝓀 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂’𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝟤.𝟢🎀

A\N: So I know we already have a masterlist; but I worry that one day it will be accidentally deleted, so I decided to create another one, and of course have one that’s a more updated version as well!

ASTRO

🌠When You(tuber) Says That They Are Your Favorite Member

🌠Wedding Day With ASTRO

🌠Whenever Fans Are Mean To You

🌠A Day At The Carnival With ASTRO

🌠ASTRO As Ducks

BTS

💣Being an Underground Fighter and Coming Home Beat Up

💣A Jealous Fan Pushes You in Water, While Not Knowing How To Swim

💣Their Idol Girlfriend, Receiving Confession Letters From Other Idols

💣Their Idol Girlfriend,Having an Abusive Manager

💣When You Are an MMA Fighter

💣Falling For Someone Opposite of Their Type

💣You Child Telling Them Not To Leave, After A Fight

💣Coming Home To You Baking In The Kitchen

💣Their Sibling Wanting To Hurt Themselves

💣Wedding Day ft. Monsta X

💣Ordering The Cheapest Item On The Menu,Because You Can’t Afford

Anything Else

💣Watching Their Idol Crush Being Bothered As She Sleeps By Her Members On The V App

Accidentally Hitting You

💣Calling Them When You Are Broken Up, and Drunk

💣Meeting Your Big Family At A Family BBQ/Gathering

💣Someone Being Flirty/Pushy Towards You

💣You’re First Time Cooking

💣Reading A Philosophical Book

💣You Being A Famous Singer In America

💣Finding Your Kinky/Fetish Blog

💣The Other Members Walking In On You And Jungkook Making Out

💣7 Minutes In Heaven: Bangtan Style

💣Their Idol Girlfriend Being Publicly Chased By Fans

💣Not Being Able To Spend Christmas With Them Due To A Family Emergency

💣Hearing That You Got Into A Car Accident And Is Critical Condition

💣When Your Abusive Ex Comes Over While They Are There

💣Seeing A Foreigner Debut in A K-Pop Girl Group Of 7

💣Finding Out You Had A Miscarriage In The Past Due To A Infertility Disorder

💣Reacting to You Dating Taehyung

💣When You Break Down In Public And Start to Have A Panic Attack

💣Making Out With the Boys of Bangtan (Rapper Liner) (R:18+)

💣When Their Girlfriend Asks Them To Shave Their Legs For Them While They Are Enjoying Their Relaxing Bath

💣Their S/O Starts Throwing Up Blood

💣Watching Their S/O Playing The Violin And Finding Out That They Learned It At A Very Young Age

💣Being Scared Of The Ocean But Being Dragged By Them On A Cruise Ship, Only To Fall Overboard

💣(Wedding Day) Seeing You Walk Down The Aisle + Ring + Dress Styles + Songs~

💣Their S/O’s Grandparent Passing Away From Miles Away And Not Being Able To Say Goodbye

💣Finding Their Forgein Girlfriend Casually Watching Something Explicit (Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead,etc)

💣React to you being an up-and-coming fashion/costume designer

💣React to you being taller than them and feeling insecure

💣Cuddling With Yoongi Because You Feel Protected in His Arms~

💣Starting A Food Fight In Their Kitchen

💣Having an Italian Girlfriend

💣React to finding out that you broke your arm

💣A Stranger Starts To Pull You Away From Them

💣MTL; Jealousy

💣Seeing You Faint in Public & Aftercare

💣Finding Their Little Sister Cutting

💣When Caught Cheating

💣Thinking Their Mexican S/O Is Asian Due To Their Eye-Shape

💣Their Sister Getting Kidnapped

💣Telling Everyone An Embarassing Story Over Them, To Take the heat Off Of Them

💣Mentoring A New Trainee Aged 12-13

💣 Japanese Boyfriend Rental

💣 (Mafia AU) Their S|O Getting Hurt By Another Gang Member

💣 Thigh Riding Kink

💣 Seeing A Hickey On Their S|O That Wasn’t Given By Them

💣 Seeing Their Little Sister Getting Bullied

💣Their Idol S|O, Almost Getting Kidnapped By A Crazy Fan

BLOCK B

🐝When you have a thick booty and thighs

EXO

💗Meeting Their Idol Crush

💗Composing and Producing A Song For Their New Album

💗Accidentally Calling Them Daddy In Bed

💗Fans Being Upset About His Relationship With You

💗You Being Sassy With Them All The Time

💗Their Girlfriend Falling Asleep And Clinging To Another Member

DEAN

🤙Daddy Dean: Being Pregnant With His Child

GOT7

💙When You Are Homesick

💙Their Idol Crush Saying They Are Their Ideal Type

💙Their Idol Crush Doing A Sexy Dance On Stage

💙You Being A Mermaid

💙Watching You Put On Your Makeup

💙When You Surprise Them After Being A Year Apart

💙When They Hear You Singing Su Veneno by Aventura

💙Finding deep cuts on your feet because you skateboard outside without shoes

💙React to you having really long hair (up to your waist)

💙React to you being really good at karate

K-HIPHOP

💰Someone Being Rude Towards You

💰Winning A Rap-Off Against Them

💰Coming Home To You From Tour

💰Twerking For AOMG

💰BOOTY(AOMG)

💰daddy park (jay park)

MONSTA X

🖤Finding Out That You Were Kidnapped

🖤Your Child Telling Them Not To Leave, After A Fight

🖤Their Crush Crying Because Of Their Dog Dying, And Not Being Able To Say Goodbye

🖤Accidentally Brushing You Hand Against Their Crotch

🖤Mon-Dads: Being Pregnant With Their Child

🖤Wedding Day ft. BTS

🖤Saying Their Name In Your Sleep

🖤Being On The Same Show As Their Idol Crush

🖤Accidentally Hitting You

🖤A Day At The Waterpark With MX

🖤Movie Night With MX

🖤Comparing Yourself To Other Idols

🖤Crushing On One Of Their Classmates

🖤When You Don’t Believe In Love

🖤When You Get Your Shots

🖤What They Do For Your Birthday

🖤Meeting Your Bullies

🖤When You Tiredly Make Lunch For Them In The Middle Of The Night

🖤When You Receive Hate From Fans

🖤Camping With MX

🖤Halloween With MX

🖤MX As Disney Characters

🖤MX In Movies

🖤MX As Studio Ghibli Characters

🖤MX As Anime Characters

🖤Cuddling And Listening To Their Heartbeat

🖤A Day At The Carnival With MX

🖤Whenever You Want To Be Cuddled

🖤Taking Them To A Big Family BBQ/Gathering

🖤Taking Care of You When You Have A Bruised Rib

🖤Dealing With The Language Barrier Due To Their S/O Being Foreign

🖤Sitting Beside You Around A Bon-Fire On The Beach With Some Friends As You Listen To MAMAMOO’s “Words Don’t Come Easy” (Sexy)

🖤Seeing Their S/O (Idol) Crying On Stage While Singing A Sad Song & Thinking Back To The Heated Argument You Two Had The Night Before

🖤React to you (punk looking gf) having a high pitched sneeze

🖤React to you being a bigger fan of Shinee than them

🖤React to slowly falling in love with you

🖤You Being Shy About Your Curvy Figure

🖤Seeing Their Overseas Online Girlfriend For The First Time

🖤Someone who used to bully you in the past, coming up to you while with them

🖤-Before&After- Spotting Their Girlfriend With Another Man, Whom Turns Out To Be Their Brother

🖤Reacting To You Singing In Spanish

🖤Bumping Into You In The Streets

MAMAMOO

💋When You Start Singing And Dancing In The Kitchen

💋When You Want Attention

💋Dancing Flirtatiously Towards Them

💋When You Have Abs

💋Jealous Members

SEVENTEEN

💎Meeting Your Fangirling Sisters

💎When You Sing At A Fan Signing

💎Having To Kiss You In A Drama

💎Meeting Their Short Idol Crush

💎(Vocal Unit) : React to you having a hard time standing up for yourself

SHINee

✨When You’re Poly-Romantic

✨Finding Out Key Is Your Ultimate Bias

✨Coming Home To You In Your Lingerie

✨Discovering That You Are One Of The Best Engineers

✨When You Passionately Sing And Think That They Aren’t Listening

The Yandere! Collection

🔪 NU’EST

🔪 SEVENTEEN

🔪 EXO

🔪 DEAN

🔪 MONSTA X

🔪 BLOCK B

🔪GOT7

🔪BTS

🔪SHINee

🔪 (BTS) Someone Harassing You Through Text Messages

🔪 (MONSTA X) When You Find Out They Are A Yandere

🔪 (MONSTA X) You Having A Secret Admirer

🔪 (BTS) Finding Out That You’re Moving Away

🔪 MONSTA X vs BTS : Going After The Same Girl

🔪 (EXO) Wanting To Break Up With Them, But They Won’t Let You

🔪 (MONSTA X) Seeing You Being Bullied/Attacked By A Group Of Boys After School

🔪 (MONSTA X) Rejecting Their Confession Because Of How Uncomfortable/Uneasy They Make You Feel

🔪 (EXO) Rejecting Their Confession Because Of How Uncomfortable/Uneasy They Make You Feel

🔪(BTS) When A Guy Flirts With You/Asks You Out Right In Front Of Them

🔪 (BTS) Having a Crush On You

🔪 (BTS) Ignoring Them Due to School/Work

🔪(EXO) When Someone Is Persistently Asking For Nudes From You

🔪“Forbidden” A Taehyung Step-Brother AU

🔪“Fighting” A Yoongi Step-Brother AU

🔪“Home Invasion” A Jungkook Step-Brother AU

🔪“An Older Brother” A Seokjin Step-Brother AU

🔪“The Party” A Jimin Step-Brother AU

🔪(Mafia+Yandere! BTS) Trying To Escape Them, But They Find You

🔪(BTS) Stopping You From Leaving Them

🔪(EXO) Telling Them You Hate Them During A Fight

🔪(EXO) Studying Aborad And Telling Them You Are Leaving Them To Go Back Home

🔪(BTS) When Their Crush Is Already In A Relationship

🔪(EXO) Whenever You Are Jealous

🔪(BTS) Confessing Your Feelings To Them

🔪 “Devilish” A Taehyung Demon/Yandere AU

🔪 (BTS) Yandere + Mafia AU Getting Jealous

🔪 (MONSTA X) Their S|O Passing Out From Not Taking Care Of Themselves Due to Their Mental Health

🔪 (MONSTA X) Going To Boarding School With Them

M O O D B O A R D S + MISC.

💕Yandere! Yoongi

💕Girlfriend Moonbyul

💕A Day With Jooheon

💕“The Nanny” Wonho Angst

💕Boyfriend Rowoon

💕Being Bestfriend’s with BTS

💕Ideal Date with BTS

💕Boyfriend BTS

💕BASTARZ Kissing Style

💕GOT7 Heated Kisses

💕MONSTA X Heated Kisses

💕Boyfriend MX

💕MONSTA X Kissing Style

💕First Date with MONSTA X

💕ASTRO Kissing Style

💕Seventeen Boyfriends

💕Being Bestfriends With Shownu

💕Being Bestfriends With Suga

💕Being Bestfriends With DEAN

💕Being Bestfriends With Jungkook

💕Princess vs Babygirl (MX Ver.)

Mini Moments:

🍀 A Summer Day With Mini BTS

🍀Cooking With Mini Monsta X

🍀Bedtime With Mini Monsta X

🍀Rainy Days With Mini Monsta X

Fluffs,Angsts, and Smuts Oh My !

💖 “Snowed In” A Minhyuk Horror One Shot

💖 “My Love Doesn’t Cost A Thing” A Shownu Angst

💖 “Fly Me Into Your Arms” A Hyungwon Fluff

💖 “Why Him? Why Me?” A Hyungwon Angst ft. Minhyuk

💖 “Did You Wrong” A Hyungwon Angsty Fluff

💖 “There’s Always A Rainbow At The End Of A Storm” A Wonho Fluff

💖 “Please, Professor” A Changkyun Smut

💖 “Summer Love” A Woozi Fluff

💖 “Sleepwell Darling” A Hyungwon Fluff

💖 “Drunk In Love” A Shownu Fluffy Angst

💖 “Bachelor Blues” A Taehyung One Shot

💖 “Meet & Eat” A Samuel One Shot

💖 “Feel The Same” A Minhyuk Fluff

💖 “Climbing Stairs To Your Heart” A Wonho One Shot

💖 “Only 3 Seconds To Say 3 Words” A Kyung Fluff

💖 “Save You” A Jungkook Angst

💖 ”Tough Love” A Hyungwon Angst

💖 “Running To You” A Hyungwon Angst

💖 “Little Black Bird” A Jungkook Angst

💖 “A Little Lu?” A LuHan One Shot

💖 “Not So Cute Now” A Mark Smut

💖 “All I Wanna Do” A Jay Park One Shot

💖 “Warm Winter” A Hwasa Fluff

💖 “The Hold You Have On Me”A Wonho One-Shot

💖 “Soft Sounds”A Yoongi Fluff

💖 “Sweeter Than Ice Cream” A Jungkook Fluff

💖 “Afterparty”A Hyungwon One-Shot

💖 “Not The Only One” A Yoongi Angst

💖 “Without You I Am Lonely” A Yoongi Angst {Pt.2}

💖 “Little Moments Like These” A Minhyuk Fluff

💖 “Not Clownin’ Around Anymore” A Hyungwon Angst

💖 “The Bangtan Babysitter” A BTS Comedy

💖 “Lover Boy” An Angsty Yoongi Fluff

Fan-Fictions:

🎀 CREAMY KISS: A Hyungwon School AU ft.Shownu {Being Continued}

🎀 YOU SAVED ME TOO: A Changkyun Gang AU {Completed}

🎀DOLLHOUSE: A Kihyun Romantic Drama {Being Continued}

🎀 CINDERELLA SYNDROME: A Chanyeol FAN meet Popstar-Fiction {Being Continued}

🎀 LABOR OF LOVE: A Wonho Witty Romantic Comedy {Being Continued}

🎀 HIDDEN HELL: A Bangtan Horror/Demon AU {Being Continued}

As always; Thank you so so much for all the love and support! We love all of you with all of our hearts! -Admin Bonbori, Admin Chi-Chan, and Admin Hanako

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dangandidlyronpaimgines · 5 years

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Young!Hajime and Young!Mikan Friendship Oneshot

Prompt. Little Hajime saves little Mikan.

Six year old Mikan was having a bad day. Mommy didn’t want to wake up early so she ended up late to school. Then she tripped walking to the library causing her knee to get scraped. And it seemed to be getting worse. Mikan had grabbed her tray from the cafeteria and was walking towards a table in the back.. When she tripped. She landed face first in her own tray in front of everyone. Her eyes teared up as she heard people laughing at her. She ran as fast as she could to the bathroom to try and clean herself up. She was scrubbing mash potatoes out of her hair when she heard a voice behind her.

“Are you okay?”

“HIIIEEE!” The sudden voice scared her and caused her to bang her head against the sink making even more tears come from her eyes.

“Sorry! I didn’t need to scare you.” A warm hand was placed on her shoulder and when she opened her eyes she saw concern green eyes staring back at her.

“I-I’m sorry!” She couldn’t help but shout. But as she looks over the person more carefully a fact becomes certain. “A-a b-boy? Wh-hat are you d-doing in the g-girl’s bathroom?”

He looked to be the same age as her, he had spiky brown hair with an equally spiky ahoge sticking out. He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and a pair of shorts.

The boy looked at her confused. “This is the boy’s bathroom though, not the girls.”

Her eyes widen and she looks around and to her surprise the boy is right! This wasn’t the girl’s bathroom? She must have messed up again! She was about to burst out crying but the guy interrupted her.

“What happen to you? Your covered in food..”

She gulps and looks down. “I-I.. I t-tripped and f-fell in m-my food.” She closes her eyes waiting for laughter.

“You tripped? Are you okay? Here let me help..” She hears the faucet and when she opens her eyes she sees the guy wetting a paper towel. He then tries his best to get the food out of her long hair.

“W-why?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“Well you obviously need help.. So why not?” He gives her a small smile. “By the way I’m Hajime what’s your name?”

She stares at him for a few seconds. She couldn’t believe it.. Someone was actually being nice to her? “I.. M-my name is M-mikan. N-nice to m-meet you.”

After twenty minutes of cleaning, apologies, and reassurance the two finally exited the bathroom. It was now recess. Mikan didn’t really know what to do. Should she let Hajime go and walk off to her corner? But she didn’t want to leave the boy. He was nice to her and made her smile.

Hajime looked around the playground. “Hey Mikan. I’ll be right back okay? I need to grab something from my backpack.”

“O-okay..” She didn’t want him to leave but didn’t want to seem pushy. So she waves Hajime off and waits quietly by herself.

She was fine for a few minutes then she heard that familiar voice. “Hey pig breath!”

Oh no..

The top bully of the school, Hiyoko Saionji had marched her way towards her.

“I couldn’t believe a klutz like you can’t even eat lunch properly!” The blonde laughed while sneering at the poor nervous girl.

“I-It was an a-accident. I-” She started but was interrupted.

“Shut up! Your only good for laughs you know that right? Your useless and that’s all you're going to be in life!” The little girl yells and yanks on Mikan’s hair causing her to yelp.

Mikan just looks down with tears in her eyes. Hiyoko was right.. She was just worthless and that’s all she would ever be…

“HEY! Leave her alone!!” A voice rang out throughout the crowd making her look up. It was Hajime, he was here and he looked angry. He marched his way to the duo and stands protectively in front of Mikan.

Hiyoko takes a step back not expecting anyone to stick up for the teary eyed girl. “What? Who asked you?! Your probably just as weird as her!”

Hajime stands strong and crosses his arms. “You shouldn't be yelling at her, she did nothing wrong! Your just a meanie for telling at her!”

The small blonde girl sputters. She was clearly but used to being confronted. She huffs and glares at Hajime before stalking off. Probably to go and find someone else to make fun of someone who wouldn't talk back.

Hajime continues to glare at the small girl until she was finally out of view. “Hey Mikan are you alright?” He held out a hand to her.

Mikan just stares at the outreached hand. “W-why?”

“Huh?” Hajime seems confused.

“W-why did you s-stick up f-for me?” She stutters looking down. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, she looks up and Hajime is smiling at her.

“Because your my friend Mikan. And that's what friends do.. Oh!” As if realizing something he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a granola bar. “You didn't get to eat lunch right? I had this left over.. it's not much but you shouldn't feel so hungry now.”

Hajime.. he was just too nice to her. How? She didn't deserve someone like this.. With tears streaming down her eyes she tackles Hajime into a hug. He lets out a yelp and the two fall to the ground. He doesn't seem mad at her though he still smiles at her.

“I-I promise t-to be a g-good f-friend!” She sniffles and gingerly takes the granola bar.

And thus the friendship between Mikan and Hajime began. - Mod Souda

#while waiting for the poll gonna post some oneshots #hajime hinata #mikan tsumiki #hiyoko saijonji #just some cute fluff #mod souda

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cocoarosalia · 6 years

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All He Wants (KatsuDeku)

Katsuki was a simple man of simple needs.

All he wants is to wake up, live out his lifelong dream of being a hero, and come home to his dorky husband, cook dinner and relax. He didn’t think he was asking for the world, honestly.

So why the donkey fuck is Deku making this request so goddamn difficult.

Worst part was that it had been all day. Izuku started irritating him early by whining and complaining for him to stay in bed with him as long as possible. When he finally managed to break free and start making breakfast, Izuku insisted on making it himself, completely forgetting the fact that he was total dog shit at cooking. Three band-aids and a small kitchen fire later they’re out the door and while Katsuki is in the middle of punching a dude into the brick for taking upskirt pics, what does he get? Innocuous, goofy and cutesy selfies of Izuku parading around the city like he ain’t got shit to do! Taking pictures with fans, commenting on random all might merch, VIDEOS OF HIM PETTING DOGS WHEN HE KNOWS THAT’S KATSUKI’S FAVORITE THING TO DO, Katsuki was so irate he couldn’t see straight. After a long shit day, he trudges hisself home, battered, bruised, and completely exhausted.

And all he wanted was to walk into his house, have his husband welcome him home with a kiss and pretty much deflate on the bed until he eventually blacks out.

But Izuku is apparently feeling cuddly tonight….

Because of course he is

Which brings us all the way to now with a clingy Izuku, a pissed off but slightly too tired to really fight katsuki, and an order of take out between them.

‘Well at least he didn’t try to cook this time’ he thought, more bitter than a black coffee laced with vodka.

“Kaaacchan” Izuku cooed sweetly in his ear. He lifted up a bite of his food to katsuki’s mouth and in return he took it graciously. He was starting to think how nice the situation was until his shoulder began to ache from the strain he put on it pummeling loser villains all day.

“Deku, as disgustingly cute as you are, I’m fucking beat. I’ll play with you tomorrow, i’m going to bed”

He could feel Izuku jolt slightly in his lap “Uhhh you can’t yet!”

Katsuki quirked an eyebrow at him suspiciously “And why not?”

It was funny, if Izuku had rabbit’s ears he could clearly see them hanging low on his head “Well I mean, this is a once in blue moon occasion you know? The both of us somehow being here together, it’s nice.”

As if he had finally heard what he had said, Izuku’s ears started to flush red “A-also becaaaaauuse I wanna watch that new spy movie with you and it comes on in a few minutes!”

At first he wanted to push more on his statement from before but without missing a beat Katsuki plucked the remote off the coffee table, turned to the TV guide and hit record on the upcoming program. Izuku cursed, damn this new technology!

“Now that that’s taken care of,” Izuku was suddenly and unceremoniously dumped on the seat next to him with a chaste kiss to ease his worries “Goodnight Deku”

He made his way for the stairs but Izuku was insistent on spending time together. Or, at the very least, keep him from going upstairs.

“You can’t go into the bedroom!” He protested. Izuku was clingy sometimes, downright insufferable on occasion but this was way too pushy for a bit of attention. Something fishy was going on in his house but he couldn’t truly be too bothered to care.

“Whatever it is you broke, burned, or trashed I will be sure to yell at you in the morning”

Katsuki shoved his way past Izuku and had just made it to his weirdly closed bedroom door when he was tackled to the floor by his husband’s rock solid body.

“Kacchan!” He said a little too loudly to be natural “Let’s take a bath together!”

That completely threw him for a loop “You want to what?”

“W-well I mean you just got home from a long day of sweating out in the sun and you hadn’t taken a bath yet so I figured why wait for the invitation!”

“Ok deku this is ridiculous, what are you-”

Katsuki really hated Izuku’s quirk sometimes, especially when it allowed him to toss Katsuki over his shoulder like a limp bag of rice (even though he was pretty sure the nerd didn’t need it given how stacked he was)

So now he’s somehow managed to find himself sitting on the bathroom stool staring confusedly at the tile in front of him while Izuku diligently washed the day’s work from his body.

He just wants to sleep. WHY was that so goddamn hard!?

As he moved around to Katsuki’s front to wash his chest and his arms, Izuku’s fingers slowed to grip softly to his palms. He ran his thumbs over the burn scars that littered his skin and muttered softly to himself “It’s, not too long ago I feared these hands more than death itself.”

Katsuki’s breath hitched unconsciously. He knew of his...past transgressions but he’d hoped that they had moved beyond that to a place of trust.

Without thinking he had to ask.

“What do you think of them now?”

Izuku blinked up at him in unexpected confusion then cast his eyes down in thought. Katsuki didn’t know if he was making him sweat on purpose or not but the long stretch of silence felt like it couldn’t be anything but deliberate.

Eventually a small smile cracked along Izuku’s face as he brought his husband’s hand to his cheek. He nuzzled into it softly and spoke with joy and resolve.

“I love them more than anything in the world!”

Katsuki released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“The most jacked hero in the world is a fuckin sap. The tabloids would have a field day”

Izuku laughs wholeheartedly and Katsuki quietly smiles to himself. Fuckin’ Nerd.

And that should be it right? They wash off the grime of the day, they soak and play in the tub for a while, dry each other’s hair like when they were little, a textbook example of a lovey-dovey way to end the day.

“Kaaaachaaaan, don’t go to beeeeed!!!”

But clearly Izuku wants him to be an insomniac

Katsuki lugged his feet forward as Izuku clung desperately to his ankle. He was just about to turn the knob when Izuku wailed even louder.

“Jesus Christ,” Katsuki turned to his sobbing mate and groaned in exhaustion “Deku, I’m tired, i’ve been out all day and all I ask is to lay in my bed until consciousness finally escapes me”

He bent down to take Izuku’s soft face into his hands “I have indulged you, entertained you and have given up precious sweet moments of sleep just to make you happy. So for once I am actually begging you...let me go to bed”

Katsuki left him a stuttering mess and it wasn’t until he heard the door finally begin to creak open that Izuku made one final lunge to stop him in his tracks.

But it was too late. Katsuki could finally drown himself in the sweet embrace of sleep with the help of his bed! Which is littered with sakura petals….and lit with scented candles….and has soft jazz music playing in the background….

D-did he fall asleep already, what’s happening here?

He felt a soft thud on his back as Izuku’s voice came out muffled through his shirt.

“You ruined the surprise” he said with a pouty huff

A grim thought blanketed his mind. “Deku” he said, straining to keep his building anxiety in check “What’s today?”

Izuku wrapped his arms around Katski’s waist “It’s not our wedding anniversary, don’t worry”

He puffed out a small laugh when he felt all of Katsuki’s muscles relax at once

“Although it’s not…..NOT one of our anniversaries.”

“Deku...” He was losing his patience; what little there was anyway.

“Today’s still a kind of anniversary, just not the one you’re thinking of”

Izuku fished his phone out his pocket and brought it around to Katsuki’s chest. With tired filled, bleary eyes he looked down to see a screenshot of text messages between them staring back.

Deku @ 11:30PM: Uh, Thanks again for the All Might Plush Kacchan. I never knew you were such a sharp shooter!

Kacchan @ 11:32: You better believe it nerd! All those shooting range lessons with my mom had to paid off somehow

Deku @ 11:33: Yea but to get each one on your first shot! no misses or anything! You’re really amazing!

Katsuki @ 11:34: Of course! My name isn’t fuckin Bakugou for nothin!

Deku @ 11:36: And it’s not just for the plush either...you’re amazing for other reasons too

Katsuki @ 11:37: What do you mean?

Deku @ 11:40: Kacchan you didn’t have to take me out tonight...I know how much your image means to you….and I know i’m not the toughest guy you know so just the fact that you were willing to even be seen with me is amazing you know?

Katsuki @ 11:41: No I don’t and that’s the stupidest fucking thing your pathetic ass has ever said

Deku @ 11:41: …i know I should be used to that by now but it doesn’t get any easier

Katsuki @ 11:43: Look Deku, UNLIKE you I couldn’t give less of a shit what others think of me. I’m a motherfucking badass and that means I can date whoever the hell I want. And if that means I’m dating a weakling like you then so be it, GOT IT?

Deku @ 11:44: G-GOT IT!

Katsuki @ 11:44: Good, and one more thing.

Katsuki @ 11:45: you are as soft as a melted marshmallow, you cry at the sad scene of every movie, and you let little kids climb you like a fucking monkey gym. Put simply you’re a total fucking pushover.

Katsuki @ 11:46: But I guess those things can also be like, amazing too or whatever. And it’s why I, like, love you and shit so at least be grateful for that nerd.

Deku @ 11:46:.......

Katsuki @ 11:46: Nerd?

Deku @ 11:50: you said you love me

Katsuki @ 11:55: yea what about it?

Deku @ 12:00: you SAID that you LOVE ME! LIKE ACTUALLY SAID IT! Well except that it was over text and not by voice so I don’t if this counts or if you genuinely meant it--

“I had to actually get outta bed and go to your house to verbally say it to your face 10 times in a row before you actually shut the hell up about it.”

“I didn’t sleep a wink that whole night”

Deku squeezed him a little tighter and shuffled his feet in thought “We’ve become international heroes, received countless medals and awards, have our own joint merchandise line and i’m pretty sure our fanclub is so big that it can be labeled as a religion now.” Katsuki snorted at the thought “But there is no award on this earth that can compare to hearing you say that you love weak, pushover, crybaby me”

Katsuki felt the hands that folded across his stomach, ran the tips of his fingers over the scars and ridges that littered the same palms that fed him dinner and washed his back. All he had ever wanted in life was to be recognized, to have it be known to the whole world that he was amazing and should be seen as such. But then here was Deku, the man who could rip the city to ruin but chose instead to spend his days saving cats out of trees, singing his praises since they were four. He thought he wanted the world’s attention. Turns out he really just wanted Izuku’s.

Katsuki was starting to get the itching suspicion that maybe HE was starting to turn into the pushover

“Wait a minute” Katsuki said after a moment “So you mean to tell me that after you knew that I had a shit day at work you dragged me to all corners of this house, purposefully keeping me from our bedroom and sleep, deliberately pissing me off more and more to then surprise me…..WITH OUR BEDROOM?”

“But I had to!” Izuku whined “You were just gonna ruin the surprise and go to bed anyway! Plus your present wasn’t finished drying yet so I had to stall for time!”

“Present?”

Suddenly Izuku became very acquainted with a knick in the wall from when they finally got their first bed that wasn’t a pair of oversized futons.

A wickedly evil grin cracked along Katsuki’s usual prickly cowl. He stalked himself just behind Izuku’s back and put his lips just behind his ear, his favorite weak spot to torture.

“How exactly did my present get so dirty Izuku?” As tired as he was nothing could top the visible shiver that ran down his husband’s spine.

“I may or may not have uhhh tried it on before you got home. I liked the way it looked and um...couldn’t help myself.”

Katsuki was a simple man of simple needs; and tonight, all he wants is to watch his favorite present squirm.

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero season 2 #my hero academia #katsuki #kacchan #katsuki bakugou #katsudeku #bakudeku #bakugou #bnha bakugou #Midoriya #Izuku #midoriya izuku #deku midoriya #deku #domestic #fluffy #these are my sweet sons who i love very much

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Meeting Mates

AO3 Link Square Filled: Soulmate Marks Ship: Endverse Castiel / Dean Smith Rating: Teen Tags: Alpha Castiel, Omega Dean, Drug Use, Homeless Cas Summary: Dean Smith never expected his soulmate to be some homeless guy. But he can't leave him on the street even though he's a stranger. Word Count: 1,893 Written/Created for @spnabobingo

A/N: to be turned into a series with other squares. Many thanks to my lovely beta @blue-reveries

It was a hot day outside, so when Dean Smith decided that he needed a quick break and should run to the nearby Starbucks for an ice coffee (no milk or sugar, he doesn’t need the calories); he left his jacket in his office and rolled up his sleeves.

He paid for his drink in cash. There was a little bit of change leftover that he threw to the homeless guy sitting outside on a cardboard box.

He wasn’t expecting the guy to grab his arm.

Dean was about to say something rude when the guy looked at him with hopeful big blue eyes and asked “Dean Smith?”

Dean’s mouth dropped open. “How did you know my name?”

The guy didn’t let go of Dean’s arm, he kept a firm grip on Dean as he used his teeth to raise the sleeve on his other arm. He presented it to Dean. “You have my name on your arm, I have yours on mine.”

Dean just stared at him.

“I’m Castiel Novak.”

Dean can’t believe that he finally met his soulmate, the man whose name has been etched on his arm since he presented as an omega as a teenager.

“Are you homeless?”

Castiel smirked. “I’m between places at the moment.”

“So where are you living right now?” Dean didn’t want vague answers, he wanted straight and to the point responses.

“Nowhere in particular.” Castiel shrugged.

Dean sighed, he wanted to rub between his eyes, but Castiel still held one arm and his other hand held his ice coffee. “Where were you plan on staying tonight?”

“There’s a shelter not too far away I crash at sometimes, but if the weather is nice, probably the park across the way.” Castiel slumped, not looking happy about having to give up the information.

Dean shook his head; he couldn’t have his soulmate sleeping outside or at a shelter when he had a perfectly good penthouse apartment. “That’s no good. I have to get back to work, but where can I find you tonight when I get out?”

Cas tilted his head and squinted his eyes at Dean as if trying to figure him out. “I can stay here if that works for you or I can meet you somewhere nearby.”

Dean thought for a moment; he didn’t want his coworkers seeing him pick up a homeless dude, so having Castiel meet him at work was a bad idea. “Here’s fine. I drive a silver prius, I’ll swing around here at 6 to pick you up.”

Castiel nodded.

Dean was about to try to pry his hand away from Castiel and go back to work when he had a stray thought. “When was the last time you ate?”

Castiel thought for a moment. “I believe sometime yesterday.”

“Dude, you need to eat. There’s a Mickey D’s right here, what do you want?”

“A hamburger?” Castiel looked hopeful.

“Ok, you wait right here, I’ll be right back” Dean extracted himself from Castiel’s hold as gently as possible and walked the half block away from his soulmate.

Dean came back with 2 burgers, fries, a coke and tons of ketchup and napkins. Castiel bit into a hamburger. “Thank you Dean,” Castiel sighed happily, “These make me very happy.”

“No problem man.” Dean reached into his pocket and took out a business card holder full of cards that he always carried. “Here’s my card incase something happens. I’ll be here around 6 to pick you up.”

“I’ll just wait here then.”

~~~~~

Dean had a hard time concentrating at work. He always knew that his soulmate was out there, but now he knew where he was. He had so many questions for him. How did he end up homeless? How old was he? How would he look all cleaned up? What were his plans for life?

Dean wondered if he was crazy for thinking about taking a homeless guy, who he didn’t know, home with him. Would he steal all his stuff and leave? Dean didn’t think so; the guy had seen so enamored to have found his soulmate. Once he had seen Dean, he hadn’t wanted to let go of his arm.

His soulmate wouldn’t be a danger to him, right? He had never heard of soulmates stealing from or beating up each other. And that guy had his name on his arm.

Minutes felt like hours as the clock slowly ticked its way toward 6.

~~~~~

Castiel was still sitting there at when Dean pulled up after work. The evidence from the food that Dean had given him was all cleaned up. And it appeared that Castiel had packed up his few things and was ready to go. Even his cup that he was using earlier to solicit donations was nowhere to be seen. Dean could see him watch his car and when he rolled down his window, Castiel broke out in a huge smile. “Dean!”

“Get in, I don’t want to hold up traffic.”

Castiel grabbed his backpack and a few tattered grocery bags and hopped into the passenger seat of the car.

“You look like you were all ready to go man.”

“We had an appointment.”

“Yeah, I guess we did.” Dean smiled. “I don’t live too far from here. I normally work later, but I figured that it would be better to get out earlier tonight.” Castiel nodded. “I don’t really have much food in the apartment right now, I’m on a cleanse, but we can stop somewhere and pick up food for dinner. What do you like to eat?”

Castiel shrugged, “I’m not picky, whatever is easiest for you.”

“Then we can just order delivery when we get to my place.” Dean had an image to maintain, and taking out a disheveled homeless guy was not part of it.

~~~~~

When they got to Dean’s, they ordered a pizza and a salad for Dean; he wasn’t ready to start adding carbs back into his diet.

“Would you like to take a shower and get cleaned up before dinner? I can loan you some clothes if you want to wash all of yours too.” Dean didn’t want to sound too pushy, but Castiel and his clothes could use a good scrubbing. He didn’t look as bad when he was on the street, but now that he was in Dean’s spotless apartment it was even more obvious how dirty and disheveled he was.

Castiel nodded. “That sounds like a good idea. Show me where the washer is and I can throw all my things in there.”

Dean gave him a quick tour of the apartment and grabbed an old pair of sweats and a t-shirt set them out in the bathroom, along with a fresh towel and a new toothbrush for Castiel.

“Let me know if you need anything, I’ll be in the living room.”

Castiel took a long shower, but when he came out his beard was neatly trimmed, and he looked much less disheveled and out of place then he did before. Dean could finally get a good smell of him too. Before he just smelled dirty and like the street, Dean had assumed that he was an alpha as they were soulmates, but now under the clean smell of his body wash he could smell alpha.

Something still seemed a little bit off about his smell though.

“Thank you Dean, it has been some time since I have been able to take a shower in a private shower with good water pressure.”

“No problem man, clean looks good on you.” Dean smiled at Castiel. He still had a bit of a beard, but he lost that crazy mountain man look, now it just seemed more of a hippy look. Dean wondered how he would look with no beard and a suit. Probably hot as fuck.

“I regret that I you had to see me like that. Life took an unfortunate turn lately and you are seeing me at my lowest point. But meeting you gives me hope that life will be getting better soon.” Cas stumbled and fell ungracefully on the couch.

Dean walked over to him and noticed how bloodshot his eyes were. “What, are you stoned?”

Castiel adjusted himself so he was sitting properly on the couch. “Uh…generally, yeah.”

Now Dean could tell what was wrong about his smell, he could smell the opioids in his system. “What happened to you?” There was no way Dean’s soulmate could be a homeless junkie, something really bad must have happened to cause this.

“Life.”

Dean glared at Castiel. “No more of these one word or diverting answers, man. If this is going to work, you need to tell me shit.”

“My family disowned me. The only brother that didn’t, died in a car accident. I was injured in the same car accident and that gave me an addiction to pain pills. That addiction cost me my job as an accountant then my apartment and now I’m here.” Castiel put his face in his hands, seemingly ashamed of how far he had fallen.

“Are you on anything besides pills?” If his soulmate was shooting up heroin he would have an even bigger problem on his hands.

“Just pot and pills.” Cas showed off his arms that were clean and track free. “I hadn’t sunk so low to try any of the really hard stuff. No worries about bloodborne illnesses that are common among people who shoot up.”

“How long have you been on the streets?” Dean need to know if this was a recent problem, or something going on for a long time.

“3 months.”

“What happened to all your stuff from your apartment?” He didn’t have a lot of stuff with him, maybe it was all in storage somewhere.

“I sold it to pay for more pills.”

“How long have you been unemployed?”

“About 6 months.”

Dean smiled; 6 months he could work with. No one liked huge gaps in employment history, but 6 months could be explained by the car accident without having to stretch the truth too much. “So your life going down the drain is a new development.”

“Yes, a year ago I was someone I think that you would have been more proud of. But now I’m a mess.” Cas looked back up at Dean with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Well, we’ll just have to get you cleaned up then. See if we can find a good rehab for you, and get you a new job. The world always could use accountants, so once you’re clean I don’t see that being an issue.”

“But where will I live?”

Dean grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and awkwardly looked down at the floor. “Here, I mean if you want to, we are soulmates afterall.”

Cas smiled. “That would make me very happy Dean. I will start looking for rehab places tomorrow while you’re at work.”

“That sounds like a good idea, Cas.”

“Cas?” Castiel tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes.

“Castiel is a mouthful, I could find a different nickname for you if you would like?”

“No I like Cas, no one has ever called me that before.” Cas smiled.

They ate dinner and got to know each other better. Cas was still stoned when they went to bed wrapped around each other.

#destiel #fanfic #endverse!cas #dean smith #soulmates #soulmate marks #homeless!cas #abo #alpha!cas #omega!dean #spnabobingo #spnfanficpond

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pluckyredhead · 7 years

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Anyway, if you're up for some good old-fashioned Boostle banter and smooching, anything Darkwing Duck, or some found-family fluff with the STAR labs wonder trio (shippy or not) I think that would be delightful.

This turned out less banter-y and more “the beginning of a 30K romcom I’ll never write” but I hope you like it anyway? :D? It’s set in the Rebirth universe, which, if you’re not reading it: Ted is, uh, “mentoring” Jaime (who thinks he’s annoying and wants him to go away) and had a brief superhero career himself, and Booster is...well, he hasn’t been seen in Rebirth yet but I’m assuming he’s still basically the shallow showboater we saw in New 52. Ted throws a little shade at him in passing in a recent issue, it made me smile.

ANYWAY ENJOY (I HOPE):

“Mr. Kord? There’s, uh...somebody here to see you.”

Ted sighed and pressed the speakerphone button. “I thought my schedule was clear for the rest of the afternoon, Connie. I was just about to head down to the lab.” He was already loosening his tie as he spoke. Among other things, being in the lab instead of the office meant not having to wear a monkey suit a second longer than he had to.

More importantly, it meant getting to study whatever the hell was going on with Jaime’s scarab instead of P&L reports, but that wasn’t information he could share with his hardworking staff.

“He doesn’t have an appointment but he’s, um, very insistent.”

Ted frowned. Connie sounded more flustered than alarmed, so the guy couldn’t be too much of a kook - and even if he was, Ted hadn’t forgotten all of his aikido. He was probably just a pushy reporter or job candidate. Ted could handle either of those options quickly enough, and it sounded like he wasn’t getting out the door until he did.

“Fine. Send him in.”

Ted hung up the phone and went back to shutting down his computer, tugging his tie the rest of the way off as he did. He heard the door swing open.

“I’m flattered, but no need to get undressed on my account,” said an amused - and oddly familiar - voice.

Ted glanced over, and then did a cartoonish double take. Standing in the doorway of his office was none other than Booster Gold, the self-promoting laughingstock of the superhero set. There was no mistaking him, even if his face hadn’t been plastered all over every billboard and magazine ad from here to L.A., since he was wearing that ridiculously shiny costume - though the effect was ruined a little by the backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Uh, I, um,” Ted stammered, thrown. “I...can I help you?”

“I certainly hope so,” Gold said, closing the door behind him and taking a seat in the chair opposite Ted’s desk, even though he hadn’t been invited to do either of those things. “I need a favor, Teddy. Can I call you Teddy?”

Ted’s eyes narrowed. “No,” he said.

“Fair enough,” Gold said, unperturbed. “See, I have a little technological problem on my hands, and I think you’re the man to help me with it.”

Ted folded his arms. He was tempted to throw this walking toothpaste ad out on his ear, but heaven help him, he kind of wanted to hear what the guy had to say. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, see, this particular problem has to do with technology from the future. My era. The twenty-fifth century.”

“Right, well, I’m from the twenty-first century, so I’m not sure what qualifies me to work on something you claim won’t be built for four hundred years,” Ted replied.

Gold put on an expression of mock surprise. “What? Where’s the self-confidence, Teddy? Where’s that rulesbreaking young turk of the technocorporate world I read about in Forbes? Aren’t you supposed to be one of the brightest minds of your generation?” He leaned forward. His smile was, Ted was dismayed to realize, even more dazzling in person than on those billboards. Photoshop had told no lies. “After all, you figured out Blue Beetle’s scarab, didn’t you?”

Ted fumbled his attempt to pick up his briefcase. “I...I don’t...I’m not...what?” he asked intelligently.

“Now, here’s what I’ve never understood,” Gold mused. “A kid powered by a magical scarab calling himself the Blue Beetle - that, I get. But you came first, and you didn’t use the scarab. So how’d you get the name?”

Ted gaped for another minute, then slowly closed his jaw and put his shoulders back. Mentally he ran over every power of Booster Gold’s he’d ever heard about on the news. Strength, flight, force field… He’d rather not fight a guy who could fly from his fortieth floor office, but he’d faced worse odds.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“I told you,” Gold said. “I need your help.”

“If you think threatening me is the best way to - ”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, that wasn’t a threat!” Gold said, sitting forward and dropping the lazy facade.

“You come in here and tell me you know not just my secrets, but those of people who trust me, and that’s not supposed to be a threat?” Ted asked. “How did you even know? Have you been following me?”

Gold spread his hands. “I’m from the future, remember? It - some things about you - they’re common knowledge.”

Ted blinked. “My...my superhero career will be common knowledge in the future?” That was a surprisingly thrilling thought.

“Ah, no.” Gold rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. “That’s sort of a footnote in most of the biographies. But you’re a landmark inventor. I shouldn’t tell you details, but...”

“Wait, for what? Something with Kord Inc.? Something with the scarab?” Ted asked, then caught himself. Gold could well be making all of this up. “Never mind. Look, what exactly is it you need me to do?”

Gold picked up the backpack he’d left on the floor by his chair and opened it up. Ted took a wary step back, but all Gold did was place something metal on Ted’s desk. It was about the size and shape of a football and as gleamingly gold as the man himself, with three little fins on one end and a darkened black screen on the other.

Gold looked up at Ted, and for the first time since he’d walked in, he looked serious.

“His name’s Skeets,” he said. “He’s my friend. And you’re the only one who can fix him.”

#fandom together #i write things #boostle #blue beetle #ted kord #booster gold #maaaaybe i'll write more of this someday?#zsredfolder

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analogscum · 5 years

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BLACKOUT (1985, d. Douglas Hickox)

I’m gonna let you in on the process, my dear Scumbags. The method behind all of this madness, if you will. This is how I tend to go about picking a movie to write about for this site: I look at the VHS box art. I would like to say that this is because I want to make the experience of reading ANALOG SCUM like scrounging through the grimy back section of a video store of yore, but the reality is that I’m lazy and easily swayed by aesthetics. So you can imagine my elation when I came across the box art for 1985’s Blackout. I mean, look at this puppy! There’s a bondage gimp man brandishing a knife, with a very rock n’ roll title font, what’s not to love?! This is one of those titles that haunted (tee hee) the horror section of my local National Video as a young’n, and I’m sure horror fans around my age or older remember those piercing blue eyes staring at us through that leather mask. Based on this box art, I thought I would be watching a sleazy giallo-inspired slasher, with nudity and gore to spare, maybe even of the SOV variety, which is a-ok in my book. But then…I learned that Blackout was a made-for-TV movie. Oh fudge.

So there’s this lady in a red trench coat, right? She walks up to a house and knocks on the back door. Then she rings the doorbell, and it sounds like a buzzer, which, who has a doorbell on their back door, and that’s not how a doorbell sounds. Fucking CARE MORE, filmmakers. The lady finds a spare key and enters the house. It’s pretty eerie. There’s classical music blaring, and the remnants of a child’s birthday party are still on the dining table. The lady goes into a side office, where the classical music is blaring from, and turns off the record player. But what’s that? The TV is on in another room. So the lady heads downstairs. It’s dark. It’s creepy. And in the TV room, there’s another lady and three kids, and they’re super duper dead! Whoa! Afternoon ruined!

And so enters Detective Grandpa. He’s a grizzled old gumshoe who you just know is going to take this case way too personally and the guy who did it is going to become his white whale, etc. etc. etc. Detective Grandpa learns that the patriarch of this murdered family, one Ed Vincent, has gone missing. So of course that must be the perp who done it! Cut to: a guy hitchhiking by the side of the road. Huh? So he gets picked up by someone driving what looks like a Yugo or a Gremlin or some other terrible late 20th century car. Anyway, this fucking guy immediately starts tailgating a lumber truck for no goddamn reason. Ease off the gas, dicknose! Then he tries to pass the lumber truck on the right hand side, which, c’mon, asshole, and then ANOTHER LUMBER TRUCK comes in the other direction, the car swerves, goes up a hill, comes crashing down, and fucking EXPLODES. Was it worth it, ya tailgating son of a bitch?!

Now the movie turns into The Diving Bell and the Butterfly for a few minutes, and we see things from the perspective of the hitchhiker. Turns out he’s suffered serious facial injuries and will require a series of total reconstructive surgeries, plus he’s got amnesia, so he has no idea who he is, whoops. We meet a bunch of his doctors, who don’t matter, plus his nurse, who is played by Kathleen Quinlan, aka the lady from Apollo 13, plus her cop boyfriend, played by Michael Beck, aka the guy from The Warriors and zero other good movies. She’s a recent divorcee, and he’s extremely pushy about wanting to get married, and gets super annoyed when she tries to assert her personhood, but don’t worry about it. Anyway, our homie gets all of his surgeries, and decides that he wants to look like Keith Carradine, which is fine. It’s a choice. It’s like saying, hey, make me look like a more wholesome Klaus Kinski. But yeah, eventually he and Kathleen Quinlan fall in love, and decide to get married. Michael Beck takes this extremely well, by which I mean he yells at her and then pretends he was only worried about their financial situation. Oh hey, is that a wall on Michael Beck’s bedroom that’s covered in photos of Kathleen Quinlan? I thought I said don’t worry about it!

Cut to: six years later. Keith Carradine is going by the name Allen Devlin. He’s a super successful real estate agent, he and Kathleen Quinlan are happily married, and they have three kids. Detective Grandpa, meanwhile, has been forced into retirement by the powers that be, definitely because of political reasons and not because he’s a degenerate drunk. But then someone anonymously sends him a newspaper clipping with a picture of Allen Devlin, and he’s like, oh fuuuuuuuuck, I’m off to Washington state to harass some innocent people! He accosts Allen on a crowded elevator and is like, Oh hey, Ed Vincent! And of course Allen is like, um, no, you’ve got the wrong guy. And Detective Grandpa is like, oh no, you’re definitely Ed Vincent, remember, you had a wife and three kids and then they were fucking murdered?! Anyhoo, see ya later! And then he just gets off the elevator and Allen is like, what the hell was that about, some old rummy just called me a killer?!

Detective Grandpa then does what he should’ve done in the first place were he not a whisky-soaked dickhead and shows up at Allen Devlin’s office. He shows Allen a bunch of crime scene photos and Allen is horrified and agrees to prove his innocence however he can. THE VERY NEXT SCENE, they go to the doctors and the doctors are like, hey, look, Allen’s dental records don’t match Ed Vincent’s, so this movie should basically be over now. But Detective Grandpa is like, nah, who needs scientific evidence when you’ve got a sleuth’s intuition and blah blah burp. At this point Michael Beck gets pulled back into the movie, and once again rightfully points out that the movie should be over at this point because scientifically speaking Allen can’t be Ed Vincent, and Detective Grandpa responds by calling Michael Beck a “young hot shot computer type.” Ugh. So Allen hires a private investigator to look into his past before the accident, which goes pretty much nowhere. Kathleen Quinlan starts getting threatening phone calls from someone calling themselves Ed, and addressing her by the dead wife’s first name. Oh, and out of the fucking blue, Mr. Bondage Guy from the box art shows up and starts attacking women around town, and Detective Grandpa is like, oh yeah, forgot to mention this, we had similar attacks out in Ohio, creep in a gimp mask going around rapin’ everybody up in here, but they stopped…AFTER THE VINCENT FAMILY MURDER!!! SPOOOOOOOOKY!!! It’s like, c’mon, you’ve GOT to set this up way before the mid-point of the movie! It’s like getting a sandwich with one too many meats: do you want a serial killer hoagie or a bondage rapist grinder? PICK ONE, BLACKOUT!

So the private eye that Allen hired winds up dead, and the police of course suspect Allen. Allen, meanwhile, is starting to think that Detective Grandpa and Michael Beck are conspiring to set him up, because of course he would think that! This sentient bottle of Captain Morgan and the creepy cop who clearly still loves his wife suddenly start lobbing accusations of murder at him? C’mon, what’s he supposed to think? But then one of the kids finds a gimp mask in the garden shed! Oh noooooo! Kathleen Quinlan is like, gaaaaah maybe you are a murderizer! And brandishes a knife at him, and Allen is like, c’mon, baby, you know me better than that, I have no idea how that super sexy mask got in our garden shed! Look, to prove that I’m not a murderer, I’ll have myself committed, so that the cops can’t arrest me (which is not how that works), and then when the crimes continue, I’ll be exonerated for good! So off to the loony bin he goes, and into the garbage bin this movie goes.

Detective Grandpa gets the DNA results back from the lab on the super sexy gimp mask: no traces of Allen anywhere on the thing. And then a guy gets arrested for attempted rape, and they find a different sexy gimp mask on him! All of a sudden, Michael Beck, who has been calling Detective Grandpa crazy this whole time, is like, this could be a copycat crime, I think Allen is the real bad guy here now because the plot needs me to! Detective Grandpa is like, nah, your man confessed, there’s no real evidence to tie Allen to any of this, I was wrong, I’m going back to my elderly bachelor’s apartment in Ohio, but before I do that, can I use your bathroom? Michael Beck is like, sure, no problem, just ignore my wall festooned with pictures of Allen’s wife, if you could. But whoops, he doesn’t, and Detective Grandpa is like, holy shit, you set this whole thing up because you wanna go back to boning Kathleen Quinlan, you sent me that newspaper clipping, didn’t you? And Michael Beck, toilet clown that he is, tries to have it both ways, and is like, ok fine, I sent you the newspaper clipping, but I did it because I really thought he may be the guy you’re after, not because of this obvious romantic vendetta of mine! Psssssssh. So then Detective Grandpa is like, did you make those phone calls and plant the gimp mask too? To which Michael Beck is like, how dare you, I may have sent you a newspaper clipping in the hope of getting my unrequited love’s new husband accused of murder, but I’d NEVER plant evidence! Get off your fucking high horse, Beck, and just admit that you’re a creep, yeeeeaaaaaah.

To his credit, Detective Grandpa stops by to see Kathleen Quinlan, and is like, hey, I fucked up, your husband is definitely innocent, and Michael Beck definitely set this whole thing in motion because he’s still in love with you. Which comes as a huge shock to Kathleen Quinlan, and I hate when movies do this, because women are fucking smarter than this. Men in general, but especially creepy men, are terrible at hiding their unrequited feelings, and women definitely know, they just choose to ignore it. Whatever. So Kathleen Quinlan goes to see Allen and is like, I know you’re innocent now, I just want you back, and he’s like, ok, you’re right, it’s time for me to come back to my family, but oooooh boy am I mad at Detective Grandpa and Michael Beck! Anyway, I should be home just in time for…OUR SON’S BIRTHDAY PARTY!!! SPOOOOOOOOOOKY!!!

Michael Beck, because he’s awesome at ideas, decides to show Kathleen Quinlan that he’s not a creep by accosting her in the Safeway parking lot. Smooth move, Xanadu. He’s like, look, I know that I made a few oopsies, but I still think that your husband is a murderer, and you and your family are in danger. So finally Kathleen Quinlan just unloads on him. She’s like, you’re a manipulative jerk, that’s why I didn’t want to marry you, and that’s why we’re in this situation now, and you need to fucking nut up and get over this childish crush you have on me, and while you’re at it stay away from me and my family, I never want to see you ever again. So Michael Beck totally respects these wishes and…nope, nope, sorry, he parks his car across from the house and goes and stalks them. To make sure they’re “safe.” Fuck offfffffffff, dude.

So the kids are celebrating the youngest’s birthday, they’re decorating the house and blaring the rock n’ roll radio (let’s go!). Kathleen Quinlan asks one of the kids to go close the garage door, but he’s like, nah, I’m on the phone with the radio station so that they’ll give little fuckin’ Mikey or whatever his name is a shoutout on the air! So Kathleen Quinlan goes herself to take care of the garage door, but the lights aren’t working, so she grabs a flashlight, and then, OH CRIPES IT’S MR. BONDAGE GUY!!! She fights him off and manages to knock him out. Meanwhile, Detective Grandpa has stopped for gas, when he hears the birthday dedication to little fuckin’ Mikey or whatever his name is on the radio and he’s like DEAR GOD!!! So then Kathleen Quinlan is like, I must know! So she pulls off the super sexy gimp mask, and whoopdie fuck, it’s Allen. Great. So he wakes up and starts smacking her around and he’s like blargh bloogh I’m crazy now, I’m Ed Vincent and I think you’re my wife, so everybody’s going to hell tonight! The kids don’t hear any of this, of course, because of that blasted rock n’ roll music! She barricades herself in the car, and oh shit, there’s Michael Beck’s dead body! He starts busting out the windows, she crawls out of the driveway, and he’s about to gank her with an axe, when all of a sudden, Detective Grandpa shows up and puts two between the eyes. RIP Allen Devlin. RIP Ed Vincent. And RIP Blackout.

Mostly this movie is just a deeply frustrating viewing experience. The central premise, an amnesiac accused of murder, is a really smart and fascinating one, because there are so many ways you can run with it: is this guy really a secret cold blooded killer? Is this detective just letting his obsession (and all that liquor) cloud his judgement? Or are they both being manipulated by someone else for their own nefarious means? Unfortunately, the filmmakers decided to go with the most predictable and boring answer, while also taking the most needlessly convoluted route to get there. However, the performances are all good, more or less, and there’s some excellent cinematography, courtesy of Tak Fujimoto, who would go on to do incredible work with Jonathan Demme and others, so at least the movie looks good. Still, you can’t help but lament what a lost opportunity this is from a storytelling perspective. This is exactly the types of movies that should be getting remade: films with interesting plots that failed in execution. Just imagine what someone like Nicolas Winding Refn or David Fincher could do with this story, right?!

I’ll wrap things up with a strange and macabre addendum. Thanks to Nate Phillips, who runs the fantastic online storefront Media Crypt (I own a few of their shirts, and you should too!), for pointing out to me the fact that Blackout inspired a real-life murder! The film premiered on HBO on July 28, 1985. Less than a week later, on August 3, Ed Sherman of Hartford, CT, murdered his pregnant wife, Ellen. Just like in the film, Ed cranked up the air conditioning to slow down decomposition, and throw off the time of death, in an attempt to establish an alibi. During the trial, witnesses claimed to have discussed watching Blackout with Ed the day after it aired, and the film was even shown to the jury by the prosecutor. In the end, Sherman was sentenced to fifty years in prison, but died of a heart attack only four years into his sentence. The case would eventually be covered on an episode of “Forensic Files.” So that just goes to show ya, Scumbags: crime doesn’t pay! Or maybe it would if you pick a better movie than Blackout to base your crime on. I dunno. I don’t really do crimes.

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