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xmyshya · 4 years ago

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Bumpy road

summary: What if two of your favourite boys were pining after you? genre: angst, fluff, crack warnings: stupidity special thanks: the whole HQ Headquarters DS, for giving me ideas, for hyping up, for everything, I love you all. a/n: Colour coded! Red for Kuroo, Yellow for Atsumu, black for neutral/both! There's an Easter Egg! wc: 3.9k words

[April]

“Please take a seat in the last row”, your eyes followed an extended arm of your new homeroom teacher until they landed on a boy with the messiest bedhead you’d ever seen. He didn’t seem to pay much attention to you though, instead resting his eyes on a faraway point on the other side of the window. Until he heard the noise you made while shuffling your chair, that is. “Hiiiiii, I’m L/N Y/N, nice to meet you neighbour!”, a wide smile formed on your face. “Kuroo Tetsurou, nice to meet you too”.

One week later, you were standing on the gym's threshold, filling your lungs with a deep breath before taking the first step in as a new manager. Volleyball had never been a sport close to your heart, but you had had some experience with it, as well as basic knowledge, so you were up for a challenge. All the more reason to after being asked by an unexpectedly fun friend. And being able to spend more time with said friend. But more time spent on talking came with another consequence. You started hearing rumours and whispers. Things like wow, she’s really talking to him or oh, another victim to his charm reached your ears from everywhere. “Kuroo, am I not supposed to talk to you or something?”, slipped your lips one day. You might as well continue, since he already heard you and was now looking at you with a confusion clear in his eyes. “I just heard people being… surprised about this”. “Oh, apparently I’m either intimidating or hot enough to be a fuckboy”, you choked on your own saliva. “You’re what?” “Intimidating or hot, or both”, did he really say that with a straight face, not once but twice? You just burst out laughing, eyeing him up and down. “Sorry, where?”, laughter bending your body in half, you bumped your head against the desk. “Ouch”

[July]

School premises were swarmed with sweaty boys. Some of them were familiar, like Bokuto or Akaashi, who had been friends with Kuroo for quite a long time. You recognised Karasuno, also known as Country Bumpkins, due to a practice match 2 months prior. The rest? Well, you only knew they were parts of the Fukurodani group. There was a mock game going on, and you, being a diligent manager, observed every move of your teammates to give them performance feedback. Further into the game though, your eyes shifted more and more onto your best friend’s lifting shirt, every time he went for a block. Or spiked. Or served. And wow, his thigh muscles were really… “Okay people, time for a break!”, a shout somewhere near you brought you back to reality. You stood up and made your way to the door, to catch some fresh air, while you bumped into quite a firm body. Looking up revealed it was Kuroo. His smirk made you wonder if he noticed your stares. His wink convinced you he, in fact, did. “Y/N, your name should be Neon, cause daaaaaamn you’re a perfect 10” “So you must be Helium, cause I sure as hell want you on top of me on a table”, few people whistled. Oh shit. His reaction gave you an extra boost of confidence, because now it was painfully obvious that all the rumours about the man in front of you were pretty much it, rumours, since his ears could as well be beacons. You winked at him on your way back to the door, and he still stood there dumbfounded when you looked back after reaching it.

[October]

Something had changed. You couldn’t quite put a finger on what exactly, but it was different. Like a tiny heat wave whenever your hands brushed, and they brushed more often. Like an extra beat of your heart whenever you felt his touch on the small of your back. Like your eyes lingering on for a second longer, before dropping to each other’s lips. Like a blush tinting his ears when you smile at him. Or like the way his heart clenched, when your thick tears threatened to burn their way through his chest, because the world had been unfair to you once too many, while the only thing he could do was to hold you so tight and kiss the top of your head so gently.

[November]

Having to stay late at school really was a blessing, when it was just the two of you in an empty train compartment on your way home. Otherwise, you surely would be scolded or at least stared at, because the decibels of your laughters while fooling around were beyond socially acceptable limits. He was now chasing you, fingers threatening to tickle you once you’re caught… You started to turn just in time for your back to hit the wall, and you definitely didn’t expect him to be so close, with the way he hovered over you and his hand making a loud thud. Or maybe it was your heart. “Oh sorry, the train bumped”, there was something in his eyes that compelled you to look into them, even when he leaned on his forearm above your head. He was so close, you could almost feel his breath on your skin. “Are you sure it’s not you falling for me?”, a chuckle in your throat died instantly as you saw his eyes open wide in fear for a fraction of a second, before his usual cocky smirk curled his lips again. He booped your nose before leaning against the wall next to you. The rest of the way home was silent.

[January]

It was time for you to run to your own team’s match. There was no way to miss a game for a manager, even if it was just your presence serving as a support on court. Your eyes slipped down to your watch only for a moment, but it was enough for a disaster to occur. You felt your body clash with another. “I’m so-” “Watch where yer running, ya fucking idiot”, you really wanted to apologise, you really did. But obviously not anymore, not when the other person was shouting at you like that. “Excuse me?! And where the fuck did your eyes go, huh? And don’t you dare speak to me like that”, your finger digging relentlessly into this stranger’s chest, despite his posture being so much bigger than yours, rage boiling in your veins blocking successfully any feeling of intimidation. “Do ya have any idea who ya talkin’ to? Miya Atsumu of Inarizaki, ya pig”, he straightened up and lifted his chin, looking down at you with a half smirk. You, however, only raised a brow. “Ooohhhhh…”, you squint your eyes for a moment, tapping a finger on your slightly pouty lips. “Never heard of ya”, you gave him a wide smile as you continued your rushed steps towards another gym. “W-wait a sec!”, shit, you really didn’t have time for this, “I uhh, sorry? I thought ya were one of dem stalking fangals and uhh...”, it was clear he wasn’t used to apologising. “The way ya talked back at me was so freaking cool! Can I have yer number?” You were shocked that he dared asking you that after the insults he spouted. Even more so, when you found yourself tapping your digits into his phone.

Nekoma won the match. Not that it was surprising, you always believed in the boys, and you had believed in their plan. But now that the game was over, you were heading to have a sneak peek at your Crow friends. You didn’t expect the situation to be so dire. From the scoreboard, your eyes moved to their opponents and… oh shit. Preparing to serve was HIM, none other than self-proclaimed “THE” Miya Atsumu. He noticed you too, surely, because he was grinning your way and oh my god was it a wink? Because it definitely looked like a wink. The whole match was a pain to watch. It had you hyped, it had you devastated, it had you crying and laughing uncontrollably. But when Oranges finally won, indescribable joy overwhelmed you, while you screamed and jumped around. Sudden hand on the small of your back startled you, emotion quickly replaced with surprise and confusion when you saw Kuroo attached to it. He hadn’t touched you in 2 months. “C’mon, time for us to go”, he pushed you gently towards the door while staring down the blonde setter behind your back. His gaze said he was taking up the challenge.

In the evening, the whole team was gathered in front of the tv to watch repetitions, over and over again, and figure out a strategy. Honestly your focus only could last that long, mind already looking for distractions, when you heard a ding from your phone. [unknown]: Ya know, could’ve been less happy about our loss. ‘M heartbroken now. [Y/N]: That’s what you get for playing against my friends ;) who’s this, btw? [Miya]: Whaddya mean ‘who’?! It’s Miya Atsumu here! [Y/N]: Aaahhhhh… Never heard of him :D [Miya]: We gotta change it then “Maaaaan, I wish we could play against Miyas”, Yamamoto’s voice dragged you back into the room. “Yeah, me too”, Kuroo hissed through clenched teeth.

[February]

Recent weeks were crazy. Preparation for college entrance exams was consuming most of your time, along with your sanity. If only Kuroo was with you, he would surely tell you to take a short break, instead, your mind was spiraling into educational anxiety. Am I doing enough? What if I fail? What if I forget something? What if… the soft sound of a notification brought you down to Earth. Miya Atsumu sent you a friend request. Ah, right. You were overworking yourself so much lately, that you almost stopped replying to his texts, still you were sure to receive at least one every 2-3 days. Request accepted. Just when you were about to re-focus on the textbook in front of you, another notification came. Miya Atsumu liked your photo. Amused, you click on it only to discover the picture was from… 4 years ago. Reaction disappeared, however, almost as quickly as it appeared. On the other side of the line Atsumu’s hands were shaking and sweating, his face red, as his brain was sent into an overdrive. Oh no, oh no, ohnonono, what have I done, has she noticed, do I look desperate, what do I do now, whatdoIdo. But you never said anything about it.

[Miya]: Ya need ta relax once in a while, ya know? [Miya]: Stress ain’t bringing in results [Y/N]: Wow, so you can say something wise :0 [Miya]: HA. HA. HA. [Miya]: Now please wouldya get me? I dunno Tokyo too much. 10 minutes later you were scanning the crowd on the train station in search of a familiar blonde. It wasn’t too hard to find him, but unexpectedly… he had company. Of 2 other guys, including one looking exactly like him, except for a different hair colour. They were introduced to you as ‘Samu (apparently Atsumu was too nervous to go alone) and Suna (he would never miss a spectacle like this). “So where do you need to get to?”, Suna looked at his friend with amusement, and you could swear you heard his twin whisper “she doesn’t know?”. Suddenly you had a phone screen right in front of your eyes, pictures of your favourite cafe on display. How did he.... “I wanna take a certain gal here”, Atsumu tapped on the screen, his eyes focused intensely on yours. As soon as you shifted your gaze from his mobile to his face though, he looked away. “Let’s go then, I guess”

Having your favourite hot chocolate in your hands would have been relaxing, if not for the deafening silence and weird smirks between two extras. “Soooooo, care to explain what you’re doing here?” “Sightseeing?”, blonde sitting opposite of you looks quite adorable with the pink tint, hand on the nape of his neck. Wait, adorable? “Yeah, y/n here being the sight, OUCH”, Suna jumped in his seat, definitely kicked by Atsumu. Maybe he was right, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have a breather from books and notes. On the other side of the window, Kuroo was clenching his fists, as he watched you laugh, not really sure of the reason behind his anger.

[April]

Being late on the very first day is a bad omen, you cursed as you ran through the campus. It was NOT your fault that it was so needlessly big. It also wasn’t your fault that you spent way too much time searching for motivation to attend this class, which was clearly added to the program to harass students. It was bound to be the most boring subject, you just felt it in your bones. You opened the door to the lecture hall as quietly as you could, and then tiptoed to the nearest free seat, eyes trained on the lecturer (you thanked gods she was turned back to the room). Luck was on your side, she hasn’t noticed. “Whatcha doin’ here, babe?”, a sudden whisper and lips barely brushing your ears made you jump in your chair. You almost screamed, but the man’s reflexes were almost inhuman, as he covered your mouth with his hand. Truthfully speaking, it might have been better to prevent your knee from bumping against the desk, because now you had all the unwanted attention. And a hurting knee. “K-Kuroo?!”, you whisper-shout back at him. “I knew we enrolled in the same university, but same class?” “I think this might be the only one, since it’s mandatory for everyone” You thought this course might actually be your favourite.

Obviously he noticed it. It was impossible not to, since the pisshead was a new follower on almost ALL of your social media. Not just a follower, no. He was commenting on nearly each photo, and reacting to every. Single. One. At first Kuroo was just mildly annoyed. Then angry. And then he could feel his blood boil whenever he saw his name under your post. He wasn’t going to tell you though how he checked every hour or so if you had replied. That day, when you both sat in your room, working on some early assignment (two heads are better than one), your phone was blowing up. Tetsurou knew who it was, he saw the bubbles popping up on your screen. You didn’t pay attention to them, much to his relief. On the other hand, Atsumu was going crazy. “Samuuuuuu, she ain’t replying!” “Samuuuuuu, ya think she’s on a date?” “Samuuuuuu, did I annoy her too much?” “Samuuuu….” “Shut up, Tsumu” “Y/N? Smile for the photo”, he laughed when your head snapped towards his raised hand, and your eyes opened wide. Kuroo pushed the shutter button exactly when you smacked his arm. “What the hell’s wrong with you?!”, notes and the search engine slowly reclaimed your main focus, partly because you wanted to hide a blush blooming on your cheeks. “Just wanted to commemorate our first study session in our university life!”, he mused as he entered First assignment with the best girl <3 - @y/n in caption and pressed <upload>. Let’s see if you react to this one, asshole. He didn’t.

[May]

[Y/N]: Are you okay? You’ve been awfully silent lately. [Miya]: ‘M ok! Didn’t want to bother ya. [Y/N]: Huh? [Y/N]: Why the sudden change? [Miya]: Idk, maybe I shouldn’t text “best girl <3” [Y/N]: Atsumu… You’re an idiot [Miya]: Am not! He was. He realised this few days later, right before hopping on a train to Tokyo. Or rather… his brother made him realise this. “Huuuuuuuh?! Whaddya mean I like her?! I mean, I do, she’s cool, but whaaaat?!” “Tsumu… Yer about’a get on a train ta see her!” “So?” “Yer an idiot” “Hey! That’s what she said too!” Looking back at it, that might have been true. Maybe. After all, he was on his way to a city 500 km away, just to see… a friend. Would he do that for just a friend?

He found you outside, and he swore it was the prettiest scene he had ever seen. Gentle breeze blew your hair, as you basked in the sunshine. With your floral dress you reminded him of a flower praising the sun. In that very moment he regretted he hadn’t bought you anything, not even some flowers. Not that they would compare to you. He watched you turn to him in slow motion, as if he was in a movie, and you were about to jump into his arms. You just smiled instead, but its brightness could rival the orb up in the sky. At that moment, he knew he was gone.

“So ya say… there’s anime about volleyball?” “Yes! And it’s so good! Seems pretty accurate too!” “Ya hafta show me! That’s so cool!”, he reminded you of a kid, with his eyes shining like glitter, and a smile covering at least half of his face.

He had exactly the same expression, when he suddenly stopped walking and you bumped into him, ice cream spreading nicely on your nose as he was taking a selfie of both of you. And then again at the train station, when he was worried his arms might have lingered a tad too long around your waist, but you didn’t pull back. Later, a screech could be heard in your room as that photo appeared on your timeline. With your name attached to it. In yer face, rooster bastard, Atsumu thought as he had clicked the <upload> button. Kuroo only scoffed, original much. But if that’s how he wants to play…

[July]

Lunch break was your favourite part of the day not just because it was, well, a break, and not only because of lunch. It was the time spent on talking, goofing around and stealing each other’s food, together with Tetsurou. That day, however, exhaustion took over and you couldn’t do much more than just lay your head on the cantine table, your hair a messy veil. “I can’t wait for summer break to come, I want it to come already! My brain is so tired” “Hang in there! It’s just 2 weeks of exams, and then we’re free!” “Why are you doing this to me, Kuroooooo” “I’ve always been a nice person” His hand was soft as he gently uncovered your face, strand by strand. “Wanna go somewhere and relax a little before all hell breaks loose?” Soft hum was the only thing leaving your lips as you melted into his touch.

The sun was merciless, as if its sole purpose was to burn the Earth to ashes. The fact that you were ankles deep in a stream and shielded by dense leaves didn’t help at all. Undeniably though it was soothing for the soul. “Okay, let’s move on”, Kuroo said, despite wanting to watch you forever. There was something about this relaxed expression that strung the cords of his heart. Yes, you looked happy. It took you too short a while to have shoes on and be ready to walk again. Summer breeze felt wonderful as you climbed up a rocky hill, scorching heat finally letting up a little. Temptation to just stand there with eyes closed and arms open wide almost too strong. Still, you let yourself submerge in it enough, not to notice a slippery boulder. You were preparing yourself for the impact, but instead, you felt a pull on your wrist and then a firm chest in front and a strong arm around your waist. “Please be more careful”, a whisper rather felt than heard, barely louder than a breath. This and his scent intoxicated you. “Let’s go?”

The view was magnificent. Just behind the hill, there was a lake, as clear as glass. Its naturally azure colour was tinted with golden afternoon light and rosy flowers covering the trees growing around the coastline. Some of the petals were floating on the surface, between the sun kissed shimmers. It was truly breathtaking, both of you wished you could stay in that moment. Neither of you noticed, none of you had let go of each other’s hand.

[Y/N]: Random thought. [Y/N]: What if I were a werewolf? [Miya]: … [Miya]: Are ya? oO [Y/N]: Hmm? Would it be a problem if I was? [Miya]: I… ‘m allergic to dogs… :( [Miya]: I swear I’ll get meds! [Y/N]: Wow, such a sacrifice! You would do that for me? [Miya]: I would even hunt squirrels for ya! [Y/N]: Squirrels? [Miya]: Or whatever werewolves eat [Y/N]: Wow, I’m speechless “Samuuuuuuuuu, she sent me a heart! A HEART!”, the fluttering in his chest was almost unbearable. “Shut yet mouth, ya simp! It’s 1 am!” He wasn’t a simp, of course not. Sure, he did watch whatever you recommended to him, and listened to whatever song you said you loved. He did research on things you had said were interesting, and rushed to his phone whenever it announced a new message. But being a simp? Him? Never.

[August]

If this wasn’t heaven, you didn’t know what would be. Warm sand under your back, cool water coming in waves to wash the heat off of your skin, and the sun watching you from the clearest sky. You heard a click somewhere behind your head, and opened your eyes to see your relative, showing proudly their creation. “You just looked so blissful, Y/N. Couldn’t help it”. You couldn’t blame them. You didn’t remember feeling this much at peace either. “Send it to me, please!”

Tucked gently in your covers, you were swiping through your gallery, admiring the pictures you and your relative had taken. After another round you finally decided which ones you wanted to share with the world, a mixture of landscapes, sunsets and portraits. As soon as you were informed about the post being up, you silenced your phone and closed your eyes ready to sleep… This might have been one of the best decisions you had made recently. You had never seen that many alerts on any of your content. Majority of these were from Atsumu, who obviously made sure none of your uploadings went unnoticed, which spread a warmth in your chest. What really caught your attention though, was how many times one particular picture was mentioned. Yes, the one on the beach. It was almost scary. {Kuroo}: Babe, you shouldn’t expose yourself like that, there are thirsty bois around. {Atsumu}: Who tf are ya callin’ thirsty?! {Kuroo}: Never said I was talking about you, but I guess I found one {Atsumu}: Listen here ya smug ass’ole, ya think yer funny? Suna only sent a gif of popcorn eating {Osamu}: Okay Y/N, as much as I find this exhilarating…just choose already, spare those two poor souls! Suna sent another gif, this time a very disappointed one.

Choose? Wtf does that mean? And then it hit you. Kuroo suddenly getting touchy again after distancing himself from you. His sudden clinginess whenever Atsumu interacted, phone in plain sight. Miya’s constant attention. His willingness to travel and never asking for anything in return. His eagerness to learn about anything you liked. Had you really been so oblivious for this whole time? Well, it could wait until you were back home.

Memories flooded your mind as you were typing the message, your heartbeat rate over the roof, your hands shaky, but you knew you needed to do this. For your sake. For his sake. One last glance over the text “I think it’s time for us to talk…” before you press <send>

Epilogue 1 - Kuroo Epilogue 2 - Tsumu Epilogue 3 - both

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punished-lamb · 4 years ago

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Mob’s Bizarre Adventure

Summary: This is a short spin-off story that involves Mob and Reigen preventing an evil demon from taking over MobDonalds. There are many exciting twists and turns as our heroes deal with this great mysterious threat. It’s very tongue and cheek.

Word Count: 2098

a/n: This is a goofy story contained in the Mob Psycho world that involves wacky high jinx and plentiful amounts of corn. This is my first posting, so enjoy the show and please leave any comments you want, thank you.

All was normal in Seasoning City, there hasn’t been a huge psychic threat in a while. Mob and Reigen only had to worry about the small exorcism work around town, so they could enjoy their personal lives better. The steady work flow isn’t much of a bother to either of them as it allows for a nice daily task.

Recently, Mob has been tasked with a daily mission, where he must exorcise a recurring demon at the local MobDonalds. Every day he is required to wear a corn cob costume and spin a sign to scare off the looming demon, or that’s at least what Reigen told him. Mob spends a few hours each day outside the establishment with him levitating the sign above his head as he wiggles his fingies in the air for extra flare. The sign reads “MobDonalds limited time exclusive Corn Mobs on a stick” for their new promotion.

Mob tries to stay enthused during his current assignment, but it’s starting to get him after doing it for the past 4 days. He just moves that sign like a good little boy for what seems like forever. As time passes more and more people are attracted to the establishment by Mob’s twirling. Luckly, Mob hasn’t encountered anyone he knows as he does this act, especially not Tsubomi. As Mob begins to doubt how much the is helping the demon problem, Tome spots him in his Corn Mob set up. She walks over with her sexy pink DS in her pocket. She asks, “Uhhh...Mob, why are you a corn?”

“Master said that if I do this, it’ll deter the demon that wishes to demolish this restaurant chain” said Mob in his usual monotone voice.

Tome gives a smug look, like if you rated her out of 10 on how smug she looked, that bitch would be SMUG. “You’re still taking those wack ass jobs, look at yourself, you’re a corn Mob, a corn.”

“I guess this task was a little out of the ordinary” Mob says as he looks down at the ground with the corn costume™ hiding his mouth in slight shame.

“Did he even tell you what the name of this “demon” was, Mob?” Tome asks, doubting the entire assignment.

Mob looks back at Tome and says, “Burger King”. Tome can’t believe how dumb that sounded. She tells him to get out of that costume as she goes to get them two corn mobs.

Mob walks to the bathroom that is located on the side of the building to get out of the corn costume™. He enters the men’s section and squeezes out of the costume from the head whole. The bathroom looks quite immaculate with every surface shining. Mob washes his face by the sink to get some of the sweat off from standing in the sun all day. He wiggles all the water off so he is no longer damp. He takes his corn costume™ and leaves the bathroom.

Mob sees Tome stand outside the MobDonalds with two corn mobs on a stick. She is already suckling hers because of the butter melting on it. “There you are Mob, took you long enough, your corn mob is drippy '', Tome calls out. Mob stares at the melty corn mob admiringly. “Uh, Mob. Get rid of that raggy costume already, it smells like ass bro.”

Mob throws the corn costume™ into its designated costume bin by the mobdonals gate. He then snags his corn mob from Tome’s delicious buttery hand. Mob thanks her for getting him a nice little treat as they walk around town together. The two suclke their corn mobs together as they chat about after school clubs.

As the two continue to chat, Mob’s phone begins to ring. Mob answers only to hear Reigen’s shouting voice, “Mob!!! Where’s the Corn Mob, Mob!!!”

“Uhhh...Corn Mob got a corn mob” said Mob hoping master won’t be as mad.

“YOU WHAT!!! Mob this job is of utmost importance, all these people are around this restaurant without a powerful corn esper to protect it. Think of the kids Mob” Reigen said angrily, clenching a corn mob in his hand

“Not to be rude but you never told me how a corn and esper hybrid was supposed to ward off a demon” Mob asked as Tome is devouring the corn mob in spectacular fashion.

“Mob, babycakes, you know demons work in unique ways” Reigen sighs, “Besides, you should have at least told me you felt for today, the MobDonalds manager is flipping out without its corn mob.”

“Sorry master, I guess it was spur of the moment,” Mob said while nibbling his corn mob.

Reigen responds with slight disappointment, “It’s okay, I’ll go take over, I’ll see ya later Mob.”

“Okay, see you, master” Mob hangs up and continues his hangout with Tome. They plan on heading to the shopping center and hanging out for the rest of the day.

As Mob goes on to enjoy the rest of his free day, Reigen is stuck in an undersized corn costume™, sweating his ass off with an advertising sign. “Oh my god, I didn’t know this suit was such a pain in the ass,” Reigen exclaimed with sweat covering his forehead. He had been taking Mob’s spot for what seemed like hours, but in reality was about 37 and a half minutes. Reigen passed the time in the by suckling as many corn mobs as he needed. And boy did he suckle them good…...what, anyways he was out there for a long time.

Reigen struggles to pull in as many customers as Mob did due to him not being able to spin the sign as skillfully. In fact, he keeps fumbling it on the ground. As he goes to pick up the sign, a little boy points at him and tugs his mother’s skirt. “Mommy, mommy look. There’s an old bum dressed as a corn mob,” yelled the snot nosed boy.

“Now, now, don’t make fun of the homeless Timmy,” the mother reprimanded her son as she dragged him away.

Reigen overheard the mother and boy duo and shattered his ego more than it was before. He grits his teeth and in that moment he decides that he is done for today. He angrily atoms to the bathroom area with his corn leaves rustling. He plops out of the corn costume™ and throws it in the outside dumpster. “Humf, serves that thing right.” He kicks the dumpster and stubs his toe. “Ack!!!”

Reigen proceeds to scream at the dumpster. But little did he know the chain reaction he just started. Although he didn’t take the Burger King demon seriously, there was trouble brewing there due to there not being a Corn Mob guardian in front of the MobDonalds establishment during its limited time offer.

Reigen notices a cold waft of air behind him. This alarming feeling causes him to turn around. He sees a burger king crown laying on the ground. His eyes widen as the ground starts to shake. Panic spreads throughout the MobDonalds line as the establishment begins to sink into the ground. A tiny mountain emerges with a Burger King on top of it. Reigen freaks out and calls Mob.

While all that was happening, Mob was still hanging out with Tome as they had a fun and exciting day in an Ikea. They have just exited the Swidish furniture store with meatball platters in hands. Mob’s phone starts playing Shawty Like a Melody as a ringtone for Reigen. Tome is quick to blurt out, “Oh my, it’s not who I think it is is it”

Mob just stares directly into Tome’s eyes as his eyes get increasingly bigger. Mob answers his absurdly tiny phone to hear Reigen freaking out. “Holy...MOB,MOB,MOB listen! You need to get over to MobDonalds right no…” Beep Beep Beep. Reigen was cut off due to an unknown reason.

“Tome, I think I need to go to MobDonalds now, master seems to be having trouble,” said Mob as he threw away his meatball platter.

Tome squints in confusion“Wha...alright, well imma head back home. I have to put these meatballs in the fridge for later.” The two say their goodbyes and part ways. Tome seems a little annoyed Mob had to be taken away for work on such short notice.

Mob rushes like Sonic down the street back to where the mountain has erected itself. He sees Reigen at the bottom of the mini mountain with the Burger King on top. Mob greets his master as Reigen fills him in on what happened

After Mob hears the story about the mini mount Burger King, it’s clear that there is only one thing left to do. Mob retrieves the corn costume™ from the dumpster and flies up to the Burger King door with both hands in the air. He slowly opened the door to see the man behind it all. A vocaloid voice can be heard from the shadows, “Haha, I see we have a corn mob on the loose, looks like it's time to double down on the serving.” It was none other than Hatsune Miku holding a whopper, standing while a smug smile.

“Miss Miku, why did you want to destroy the MobDonalds?” asked Mob with his wittle voice.

Miku scoffed, “Noob, can’t you see, MobDonalds’ new promotion only stands in the way of my new promotion with Burger King-sama.” Her face looked very evil with her smile going ear to ear as she took a bite from her whopper.

“Miku, can’t you see, nothing but harm was brought to the people you're trying to sell to. Look at them, down there. They’re screaming for their lives.” Progression toward Mob’s explosion has risen to 69% due to Miku's neglectful actions.

She laughs in vocaloid. “Nothing more than a minor loss to my profit margin, HEHEHE MWAHAHAHAHA”

“No! Don’t you see, they’re more than a profit margin. They’re more than loyal and valued customers, they’re the life and soul of this community. And I’m beginning to think that they don’t need this so called whopper,” progression toward Mob’s explosion had risen to 76%

Miku cracks her knuckles and lets out a high pitched squeal that shatters the windows. “You’re just like one of them, esper or not. Nothing more than a little bug for me to squash.” She throws her whopper at Mob and starts to float and glows purple.

Mob’s corn costume™ got stained from the mess of a burger that was thrown. Progression toward Mob’s explosion grew to 90% as he stared at the pile of tomato, onion, lettuce, and meat. Miku proceeded to laugh at Mob, taunting him further. “Alright, it’s time to end this man’s whole career!!!”

Miku begins to float across the Burger King floor toward Mob as the progression toward his explosion reaches 100%. Mob goes and does the only thing he can think of. He reaches down into his pocket and throws a corn mob at Miku. It knocks her on the forehead, leaving a buttery mark on her head. It starts to sizzle and boil causing Miku to scream in immense pain until she turns into dust and blows away.

Mob floats out of the Burger King as it sinks back into the Earth. He lands near Reigen and Dimple while MobDonalds rises back up and everything goes back to normal. “Woah Mob, that was quick,” Reigen said with a thumbs up

“Yeah, Miku wanted Burger King to rule the world but I had to stop her,” Mob explained while looking intently at his master.

“Well regardless, let's take a break, it’s been a long day” Reigen patted Mob’s little corn head

“Wait a minute, Dimble, when did you get here. Why did you appear so late in this story?” Mob questioned while staring at his floating green friend.

Dimple explained, “Well ya see, the author forgot to write me in earlier because he was too busy thinking of Tome’s feet to include me,” Mob and Reigen just stare at him like he has no idea what he is talking about. “What!? It was his fault not mine.” Dimple crossed his arms in anger.

Mob and Reigen are still confused but just shrug their shoulders and go along with it. “Anyways, let’s go relax at the office, maybe there might be a new job wait.” They all walk off as the credits roll.

Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for me to get back to playing animal crossing new horizons on nintendo switch.

#mob psycho fanfic #mob psycho story #reigen arakata #mp100 shitpost #mp100 shigeo #corn mob #mobdonalds #mp100 tome #shitpost #shitpost story #Comedy #adventure #sexy pink ds

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gemstone-gynoid · 5 years ago

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Team Fortress 2 has some of the best, most iconic shorts in video game history. I mean sure, in Halo you got good graphics, and in Overmunch you have two women in skin tight clothing fighting each other.. Not like I haven’t seen that before on the internet like a hundred times... (Pretty sure I have that book marked actually..) Meanwhile, in Team Fortress 2 animated shorts.. You got people pissin’ in jars, people’s heads getting blown off, looking into gaping holes in people’s bodies to see hell itself, and you see birds.. The last 50 years, the movies have starred the nine playable classes of Team Fortress 2, and Elizabeth from Bioshock Infinite wearing glasses. The first film starts off with the main character: Pootis. Basically sitting down and telling us we’re in for a BuMpY RiDE and also if anyone touches his gun, they’ll be fined 35$ and he’ll come over to your house and punch your lights out if you know what I’m sayin’. This short reveals that Pooter is more than just a disproportionate russian guy, he’s actually an intellectual that can do advanced trigonometry as well as high level mathematical calculations that he often uses to contemplate the human race’s existence… BUT FUCK THAT he’s gonna shoot everyone with his big ol’ machine gun! Next up we meet Private Ryan, a loud guy with a bazooka who hires Michael J. Fox to follow him around on the battlefield to film him shootin’ people, which is historically known as the most gruesome war ever fought on TF2 soil. This guy’s crazy, he thinks his grenades are little dolls and makes up stories of them walkin’ around and.. Oh. Oh. Oh this game is rated M for mature guys don’t look at this. The movie ends with Ryan remembering this one epic time that he got a random crit and then taunted afterwards, and an unforeseen twist that no one saw coming; it turns out that who he was talking to the entire movie… Was all a bunch of severed heads. O MY GOD, I give Shaving Private Ryan; 5 bags of popcorn. Just an amazing film. In the sequel we’re introduced to my personal favorite character: Hardhat Jones. Ya know I love this guy because he plays guitar, and I LOVE GUITAR. Some of my favorite musics, have guitars in em’. Um he spent the entire video taking song requests from audience. “Play Stairway to Heaven!” “NO!” “REVER! REVER! REVER!” “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”. Little does the crowd know that Hardhat Jones doesn’t take requests, and he only plays songs from the greatest band of all time; Coheed and Cambria. Coheed and Cambria starts playing Next up we meet Pirate, he’s just an old salty dog. Always walkin’ around like “Why’s the rum gone?” and basically just lookin’ for that booty, “Arg! Ya know why they call me Pirate? ‘Cause I’ll make ye walk the plank!”. All of a sudden he sees his friends walk around the corner and he’s like “Oh no! I told Stacy I couldn’t go to the mall because I had to study for geometry!” So he books it out of there to avoid that late awkward moment but it’s too late. Stacy and the gang catches up to him and are all like “I thought you said you couldn’t go to the mall??” “MALL THIS FUCKERS!” and they ALL DIE because Pirate will literally kill people to get out of an awkward conversation. Next movie there’s this guy called Boston, who goes on an undercover secret mission to the enemy castle. Somehow dodging bullets from a sentry gun (despite them supposed to have perfect aim and tracking..) and then he wrestles Pootis for a baloney sandwich. Umm what happens next is a.. Spoiler alert if you haven’t seen The Adventures of Boston the Rise of the Quick Fast Boy Wonder!” I highly suggest you turn the video off now, so okay you have been warned. So in the end of the movie he gets the baloney sandwich. some Brookyln song? The short that came right after that one is about everyone’s favorite sitcom dad: William Cheese! Who drives around spyin’ on people undressing through their open windows like a big ol’ perv. When asked why he only looks at men undressing he’s like “I’m not gay I swear! I can just appreciate the male physique!” But nobody buys it and he calls his dad and he’s like “DAd! Everyone thinks I’m gay! What to I dO!?” and his dad is all like “Son, you ARE gay.” YMCA starts playing The next short is the very first sponsored TF2 short, this one is funded by McDonalds to star everyone’s favorite meal stealer: The Hamburglar! In this movie, The Hamburglar tells an epic tale about the time he went to go find the Secret Cheeseburger of Lost Legend in which he fights Billy Cheese who is actually the holder of the Cheese Key. That’ll get him to the Cheddar Dungeon, with the dungeon master none other than Hardhat Jones! And The Hamburglar is all like “I’d like to make a request, DIE!” and then he fights the final boss the evil Dr. Crentist! Who is the master of karate, but then the hand man does a karate chop that steals the doctors face! And kills him in one hit, and steals the special glasses that’ll let him see the map to the Secret Cheeseburger of Lost Legend. When Hamburglar gets to the good part, Private Ryan is all like “This story SUCKS!” and he blows his FUCKIN’ HEAD OFF. “Well, I guess he should have ordered the Happy Meal.” Movie credits After that film received world wide critical acclaim, audiences demanded a spin off featuring evil Dr. Crentis. So next up we got Dr. Crentist: Origins, the doctor tricks Pootis into getting on his massage table and does EVIL experiments on him while the big dummy just watches him and doesn’t even care because all he can think about doing is shooting his big ol’ machine gun. “Ah I’ll just plug this night light into your heart so you’ll have a brighter heart okay?” “DUH okay DUH” “Uhh I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “SHUT UP PIGEON! HAHAHAHA! LET’s GO GET A CHEESEBURGER!” Yeah turns out this one was also sponsored by McDonalds, so Dr. Crentis and Pooter-9000 with his new robo heart and go outside to get their ass to Mickey Ds because they got hella munchies! “DR CRENTIS! SUPERSIZE ME DOOD!” “I GOTCHU FAM!” Making Medicine cover starts playing *“I’M GONNA GET A CHEESEBURGER!” *and that’ll be 5.99 at the second window The next movie is all about the backstory of one of TF2’s most beloved characters: The Gas Man. “I used to remember when the Gas Man was cool, he used to give me candy.” “One time, The Gas Man said my mask looked really nice, I almost cried because it was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” “Uh, I’m scared of The Gas Man because he used to be nice, but now he’s meeaan.” In reality The Gas Man is a really cool guy, he just runs around blowing bubbles at people’s faces and locking them up in airtight presents. Gas Man turns out to be one of the most misunderstood characters in the whole franchise because people give him shit all the time because he thinks Pinky Pie is the best pony. WHAT ARE YOU STUPID?! AppleJack is obviously the best pony. After we got all the origin stories out the way we get our very first TV movie called: Christmas with the Yanks where Pootis gets to experience his first winter wonderland. sniff sniff “What’s that smell? It smells like… A SNOWBALL FIGHT!” Pootis then recruits his best friend Boston for his snowball team because everyone in school knows that Boston can throw a snowball better than anyone else in the Fourth Grade. Then they walk really really slowly to Private Ryan and Pirate house to totally beat them with a snowball surprise. Uh oh! But guess what? The prank is actually not real and you guys are invited to our snowball team! “Oh my god you got us real good.” So they keep walking around as slowly as humanly possible recruiting other members along the way so they can have the most epic snowball fight team on the block. Finally they see a big ol’ tank full of the neighboring school’s snowball team. “Come on out ya cowards. Show us what ye got ya big dorks!” EEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH COUHHHH Mann vs Machine starts playing * “Oh hoho, now you fucked up. Now you gon be fuckin’ OWNED! WE THE MASTERS OF SNOWBALL FIGHTS BITCHES, AND WE COMIN’ FOR YOU!” *Pootis screech

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erid-search-history · 7 years ago

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Baby blues Ch.5

Hey guys! chapter 5 is finally being posted after my lazy ass decided it needed to be done-

there are mentions of past child abuse and other issues similar to this, alchohol mention, and a small mention of toxic masculinity--

you have been warned that these subjects may come up. please be aware and take care of yourselves.

ok lil monsters, here ya go!

and happy late/ early thanksgiving to you all

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This was a stupid idea, but it was also david’s, so she guesses that was to be expected. A baby shower on thanksgiving was ok she guessed, if it hadn’t of been for the fact that her parents showed up. David’s mom was also here, albeit spending most of the time in the kitchen with david or watching the football game.

Max had made himself comfortable on the couch right next to his anxious mother. His nose buried in his DS, trying his best to ignore the stupid tv and christmas ads. Barf.

Gwens father dressed sharply for the occasion, and her mother had a nice casual looking dress on. He cleared his throat to snap her out of her daze, again.

“So, have you decided on a name yet? A young man needs to have a name that gets him somewhere in life.”

She sighed and put on a fake grin. “Dad, we don’t even know if they’re a boy yet. For all we know, they could be a little girl.”

He huffed, and placed a hand on his lap begrudgingly. Her mom put her hand over his.

“Well, i’m sure whatever they are, they are going to have the most beautiful eyes. The eyes you have are a trait that comes from your great great grandmother. She came here to-”

“To open up her own business as a women in America.’ I know, mama, you’ve told me that story about her at least a dozen times.”

Her mom only giggled and nodded, “yes, but stories are how we keep our lessons and passion alive.”

Gwen and her parents continued in idle chatter for a good ten minutes before David called from the kitchen. Gwen got up, fairly quickly, for a chance to take her leave. “I’m gonna go help david in the kitchen, why don’t you catch up with max? I’m sure he’s just itching to hear some stories about grandmama.”

Before he could even make an objection, gwen mouthed ‘sorry’ and ran off.

Max placed his DS on the side of the couch and scooted to sit up all the way. He put his hands in his pockets and waited. Gwen’s father straightened his back, making him look even taller in his seat than before. “So, maxwell,” “max. Just max..please.” He looks away from the man, slightly agitated. “Right, max. So, what do you do? Play any sports?”

He shakes his head, “no, i can’t.”

This perturbs the man a bit, “well, how do you know you can’t unless you try? You know, my grandfather thought once before that a single man couldn’t cut down a forest by himself, but you know who proved him wrong? My father. Yes, the man did it in a single week too. He was so proud of himself, even built our house out of the wood he used. He taught me that a man can do anything in this world if he puts his mind to it. Now, what about that?”

Max sneered at the confidence shown by this guy.

“Well, i still don’t think i can play any sports.” He frowns, “and why not!?”

“Well for starters, it’s kinda hard to avoid having an asthma attack when you’re pointlessly kicking a ball around in 100 degree weather.”

Gwen’s dad stopped right as he was about to argue again, and started to pout. Again.

Ricardo had always been strong opinionated wise, but somehow this little runt always seemed to damper his words. Natalie, his wife and gwen’s mom, on the other hand was very soft spoken, but always had a good family story to tell. They had met when he wanted to do a business deal with her father, and they fell in love.

“Don’t worry dear, i’m sure there are other things for you in life other than sports. I hear that cooking is a good practice to go into nowadays. Who knows, maybe it’ll be the thing that helps you find a little lady friend.”

She winks at him mischievously, this causes him to redden in the face and hide. “Yeah whatever, it’s not like anyone in my school would even give a sh- crap. All they want to do is look at their magazines and act like everything is ok, when i’m pretty sure the country is being run by psychos right now.”

He shrugs it all off, putting up a wall against the embarrassment.

Gwen comes back in and beckons for max, “hey squirt, Dad needs ya in the kitchen.”

Max grabs his game and hops off the couch. Anything to get out of here.

Gwen takes a seat on the couch again, now it being just her and her parents.

“So…” Natalie started, “i was going to wait until after dinner, but i think now is a better time. Dear?”

Ricardo nods and grabs one of the big bags they had brought inside. Gwen made a puzzled face, and only became more confused as her mother handed her a small red box. She cautiously opened it, and gasped loudly at what was inside.

“But, mama-”

“No buts, my angel. We talked about it and well, we decided it was time. Your father and i aren’t getting any younger, you deserve them. I believe that David, that man is the dearest thing to you.”

Gwen pulled out two rings. One with a purple stone, the other a pine green.

“You and papa have had these forever, i can’t just take them i-”

“Hush. i already told you. It’s a family tradition to pass these down. Every generation. You have someone you love, now the whole world can know that your heart is belonging to another.”

Gwen had already started crying at this point, and put the rings down before hugging her parents. They could be overbearing at times, even too dotey, but may her words be damned if she said she didn’t love them. These rings were always passed down, from mother to daughter, only when the mother felt that the love was true between her daughter and her husband.

This may have seemed like just a silly tradition to others, but to gwen, it was the world. Her parents were finally starting to realize that she could do things on her own. She was an adult, and they finally believed that. They let her go to david, and let her decide she was ready for children of her own.

Her mother laughed happily and returned the hug. “I knew you would make us proud darling, my angel. You will be an amazing mother to this baby. I know so.”

Gwen wiped her cheek against the back of her hand, smiling for real. “Thank you, mama.”

Davids mom, Shirley, had walked into the room with drinks in hand. “Oh, am i interrupting something?..I can just leave these for ya..”

She set the drinks down, and gwen chuckled. “No no, it’s fine shirley. We were just wondering if you have any embarrassing things you can tell us about david.”

She caught on quickly and took a seat. She grabbed her iced tea, and smirked. “We talking toddler years or preteen?”

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Max sat on the counter, a bowl and whisk in hand. He midlessy, and quietly stirred the batter that lay in it. It was unusual to see him acting so shut in, maybe it was just the company and out of schedule things going on. For some reason, out of schedule things made him uneasy.

David placed his oven mit down after checking the turkey, and stood in front of max. The yellowish batter looked about done at this point, but max didn’t really seem to be paying attention. “Having fun there?”

Max snapped his head up, but recovered quickly with a tisk. “Tch, i mean it’s not pokemon.”

He haned off the bowl to david and shoved his hands to the counter.

“All right, spill. What’s eating at ya champ?”

Max rolled his eyes, “nothing’s wrong with me David. Geez, what is this, doctor Phil? I don’t need a therapy session.”

That was too defencive, wasn’t it? Shit now he might be more worried. There was no reason he should even know in the first place. Why was he always so shitty?

“Well, just know i’m here if you need to talk buddy, that’s kinda why i’m here.”

David swiftly patted max’s head as he picked up the bowl. He poured the mix into a cupcake tin. Cornbread was always on of the man’s favourite things.

“Yeah..ok.”

Max decided maybe it would be best if he snuck off to his room for some quiet. A house full of people always meant mental exhaustion for the poor boy.

It was pretty easy to slip past the talking adults. They were too distracted anyway.

Once he made it up to his room, he did what he always did when he needed a chill pill. He made a space in his closet, set up some pillows, and made a fort of sorts. The small space was always comfortable to him. He absolutely needed this if he was going to get through dinner.

He crawled into it, grabbing his bear on the way, and slowly rocked himself back and forth. The motion always relaxed his mind, and let him focus on the movement of the air around him.

He slowly slipped one paw of the bear between his lips, and nibbled at it. The soft fur pushing up against his lip eased his muscles, and he just needed to close his eyes...just for a second.

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Max ran,and kept running. He had felt this adrenaline before, it ran through his veins like ice, and stung like a burn. He was nothing but a ball of fear at this point, and when he tripped, his heart stopped. This was it. His demise.

He was 5 again, and curled in on himself like an injured cat.

“You selfish, ungrateful, brat. You run like i’m some kind of monster. Look at you, you little fuck up, can’t even run right,”

The tall figure grabs his arm violently and max struggles fruitlessly.

The man laughs, and as he comes closer, David’s face is the only thing that can be seen.

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Max snaps awake in a cold sweat. His bear is in his lap, and a blanket part way over his head. He grips his chest with all his strength, and lets out a soft sob. He squeezes his bear against his chest for comfort, and continues to let out his tears.

He could hear his pulse in his ears, and it felt like he had been choking on his heart. He took a deep breath, composing himself as best as possible, before curling back up. Cooling down and falling asleep really wasn’t the best thing to do at the moment. He always tended to get nightmares when he was anxious, this lead him to not get very much sleep in the past week or so.

He wiped his eyes quickly, and pretended to be asleep in the floor of his closet as he heard footsteps.

“Hey champ, you in here? You've been awfully quiet i-”

David stopped his question midway, and placed a hand on his heart at the sight. Max was curled in a tight ball. His face was sort of relaxed, and he clutched his bear tight.

David pulled out his phone, snapping a quick pick before placing his phone back in his pocket.

Once he was gone, max turned over to hopefully have some more quiet time.

David hopped down the staircase quietly, and looked at his mother and wife with a smile. “He’s fine, i guess he got a little tuckered out from helping this morning. Little guy fell asleep on the floor.”

He chuckles, gwen following in suit. “I guess he just needed a moment to chill.”

Her parents and shirley all smiled, knowing exactly that feeling, of walking in on your kid sleeping in a weird spot.

“Oh yeah, that reminds my of the time i caught Davey sleeping in the dog bed with Moose. The little rascal thought the bed was so soft.”

“MOM PleasE”

Gwen snorted, and had to put her glass of tea down. “Of course you’d do something like that. Davey.”

David folded his arms and huffed, “really, I just don’t see why you always have to pick fun at me.”

“It’s fun.”

Gwen and shirley looked at eachother after replying in unison, and ended up laughing again.

Natalie shook her head with a chuckle, “well, since max is sleeping, I guess we can go ahead and give you two a little something that you should probably keep put away. Max certainly doesn't need to get into any of this.”

Natalie pulled another box from her stuff.

“Of course you're going to have to wait a while because of the baby, but we figured you could use a treat then.”

She hands Gwen a very expensive bottle of vodka. The bottle was in the shape of a skull, and had a red rose spiraling upward around the head. It wore the flower almost like a hair piece.

“Aww, thanks mom, i’m sure we’ll enjoy it.”

She gives her mom a quick hug, and hands the box to david. He places it on the table and smiles.

“Well, thank you mr. and mrs. santos! I think it would be a good time to bring out our gift then. How about it mom?”

She perks up with a grin, much like her son’s.

“I think that’s a great idea! Go grab the big boxes from my trunk!”

He gives a salute and heads outside.

“Aw, shirley you didn’t need to do that.”

Gwen puts a hand over her cheek and smiles as shirley grabbed her in a warm hug. “Aw you know it was inevitable. I had a lot of Davey's old baby stuff, y'all can use it more than me, that's for sure.”

They all laugh simultaneously, and David comes in with two big boxes in hand.

Gwen and David are given a nice green quilt, an old animal mobile, some clothes, and some toys. Gwen's parents also give her some baby clothes, and some dresses that Gwen can wear once she needs them to be comfortable.

The adults all sit together quietly, sipping on tea and watching football. Max comes out of his room, still drowsy and not entirely sure of if he should ask David for a coffee, but decides not to. He could stand not to be told that it's bad for his growth.

David goes back to the kitchen and finishes up the last of baking the pies and seasoning the turkey.

“All right gang, dinner's going to be ready in a few minutes!”

Dinner is nice, and since it's the second Thanksgiving max has had with them, he already knows that David has outdone himself. His food always seemed to make him feel a bit better. Max can only smile as he takes a scoop of homemade stuffing.

David smiles at how happy everyone is, and decides that it's a good time to share some good news.

He holds Gwen's hand and smiles brightly. “Mom, Mr and Mrs Santos, I'm glad y'all are here for me to tell you this, I've been terribly excited.”

Everyone smiles a bit, but max is a bit wary.

“I got a letter last week and, well, you're looking at the new owner of a very nice bit of woodland! It turns out, one of my old bosses decided he wanted to move to Europe, and with no use for it, signed it off to me! Maybe in a couple of years, I'll be able to open up a nicer summer camp, and we'll be able to work with children who want to learn about nature again!”

Everyone clapped, and max, well he only looked down to his plate with a nauseous feeling. For some reason, the thought of David paying mind to other, better behaved kids made him feel sick. He clutched his stomach.

David noticed and asked, “oh geez, what's wrong max? Are you ok?”

Max needed an escape, now.

“I just- need to go to the bathroom!”

He pushed himself away from the table quickly and ran down the hallway.

Everyone was quiet for a minute, until David broke the silence.

“I think he may have gotten nervous, he's not used to a lot of adults at once, let me go talk to him.”

Gwen and him shared an exchanged glance for a moment before he took his leave into the next room over.

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dagenspear · 8 years ago

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Suicide Squad Story rewrite-Part 2

They all rush down and find Harley in the same way as in the movie. Flag confronts her, blaming her for Joker attacking them, but Deadshot says that if it hadn't been for his boss, they wouldn't even have this problem, so why not let Enchantress do whatever she wants with Waller? Flag holds up the trigger. Deadshot tells him that he better do it fast before he lets out that Flag had a shot to take Enchantress out, but didn't take it before she bodyjacked Ivy. Flag doesn't do it. Deadshot then tells him that they aren't gonna get there anyway, so he's gonna go get a drink and Flag can blow his head off if he wants. Harley follows, as does Croc, Katana... and Captain Boomerang, but only after making sure that Flag isn't going to blow his head off and then making a go for the alcohol. June stays with Flag. Jason takes off.

They get to the bar inside the house from before. Harley gets behind it and takes out some bottles. The lights are still on inside the house. Harley asks what Floyd will have. He gives her a look, like he's wondering if she even knows what she's doing. She says that she's serious, that she used to bartend in college, it was how she paid for it. Croc follows, but sits down on the couch in the same area. Katana takes a stool seat at the end. Captain Boomerang sits directly between Katana and Floyd. Katana takes her mask off. She sets her sword on the bar and starts talking to it in japanese. Harley asks them all what they're having. They tell her. She starts making them. Cut to Jason, angrily tearing up the inside of the Joker's helicopter, not finding his body. He gets out of it and storms away from it. Harley gives the last drink to Katana and asks her what the deal with the sword is that she's willing to get herself killed because of it. Katana says that it's unique. Harley asks if that's because it belonged to her husband. Harley then explains that she recognizes the kind of desperation that would cause her to be willing to get herself killed. Harley then says that their situations are completely different though, because her being willing to get herself killed for something like that is almost normal, not healthy really, but healthier than a reason she personally would have for doing something like that. Katana simply says that it's the sword her husband was murdered with. Harley just nods and says that yep, still healthier than her reason. Same basic scene. Floyd gives his spiel about how they're gonna get blamed. He talks about how, for a minute, he had hope that he could get the chance to see his daughter again. El says that he can still have it, if he lets God give it to him. Deadshot asks if he's preaching. El Diablo says that Deadshot still has a chance to turn it around, to get away from his evil. Deadshot gets angry and defensive at that, saying that all he's ever done is kill evil. El Diablo shoots back that murder doesn't change no matter who he is does it to. El Diablo continues that he knows what DS is thinking, that he thinks he does what's necessary, that it's justified, because those he does it to aren't good, so why should he care? He says, "we both used to see the line, but we reached a place where it was nearly invisible, and you'll cross it one day, like I did. What we both didn't realize is that we've already crossed the line and the one we think exists is just a formality." DS: What's that supposed to mean? E: You have a "code", right? You ain't never killed no women, no kids. And you think because of that you're a good guy, that you can still do what you do. But you can't. Your code won't be something you can hide behind. It won't even exist anymore. DS gets in El's face, enraged. DS: I'll never kill women and children. E: That's what I said. El tells his story. It's fully the same. CB: What happened to the kids? HQ: He killed them. Didn't you? E: Yes. HQ: Of course... What'd you expect? Did you think you could just play with evil and have any kinda life? Evil infects you. It rots your soul until your broken and it destroys everything you have that matters. That's the price of darkness and by the time you realize you made a horrible mistake, it's all gone. You didn't deserve all you had, but God gave you a break and you blew it to pieces. CB: You think you're any better, sweetie? I heard about the things you and the Joker did. You may be as pretty as a picture on the outside, but on the inside, you're ugly. HQ: We all are. We all are! We're murderers. We're monsters. Every single one of us. We made choices to hurt people and we deserve to be locked up, injected with explosives and used as glorified drone strikes. We ARE the bad guys. DS: What the Joker did to you, you can't be held responsible... HQ: I haven't have full control of my faculties ever since Mr. J-Joker... did that to me. But he didn't force me to give him a gun. We're not innocent victims just because we've been broken after we did something wrong, treated like lesser, lost people or have been abused. I made a CHOICE to give him what he wanted. I knew what he was. And I still let myself be used. I was dazzled by the super criminal world and I wanted to touch it. I thought that if I could get him to trust me, I could get all of the dirt from him. Pride was my sin and a lot of people have died for it. I may not have known that what I gave him was a gun, but I knew it wasn't innocent. And I'm responsible for that choice.

Flag and June both walk into the house and Flag sits down next Deadshot, as June leans on the wall in the back. Flag then asks Deadshot if he figured out about his feelings for June. Deadshot responds with, "I've never had sex with a witch before. How was that?" to show that he has. Flag says that he spent all his time trying to protect June, he couldn't risk killing her. June then pipes up that he should risk it. Flag pulls the trigger out of his pocket and flips it over, showing the bullet damage in the front of it from the Joker. Captain Boomerang immediately jumps out of his stool and runs away. Flag says that Deadshot was right, they wouldn't get there fast enough to stop Enchantress anyway. Harley makes an analysis of Flag that his intense protective nature of the woman in his life is likely tied to a childhood trauma about his mother. Flag gives an angry look to the effect of 'Too personal.' Harley apologizes and says that it's a reflex. But Flag admits that his dad was an important high ranking general, who had a lot of enemies, who targeted his family. When he was a child, one of them tried to run him down, but his mom pushed him out of the way and died in his place. He saw his mother die and there was nothing he could do about it. June walks up to Flag and comforts him by placing her hand on his. Deadshot has a meaningful moment where he tells Flag that he knows what it feels like to watch something terrible happen to your mom. Flag pulls several letters out of his side pocket and pushes them over to Floyd. Same basic scene about his daughter. Floyd asks why Flag has these and he responds that he was supposed to use them as a way to gain emotional leverage over him if he became difficult. Floyd asks if that's what he's trying to do now. Flag just shakes his head no. Flag taps a glass and Harley takes the hint and pours him a shot of whiskey. He lifts the glass and comments about the things they do for their family. And June has a quick flashback to a memory of Enchantress', causing her to drop to the ground: Of her and her brother forcing mankind to bend to their will and them making the preparations to open a portal to their hellish dimension using both of their energies to bring forth their people into this world and replace humanity with them. And then the humans attacking and cutting out Enchantress' heart and trapping them both in their statues. June then realizes and says that that's what Enchantress wants to do now and why she's going to release her brother. The team realize that they're all in danger from Enchantress and Flag says that there's nothing they can do, the helicopter's destroyed and they can't get there in time. Deadshot immediately says that, yes, they can, depending on how long it'll take for Enchantress to get to her brother. Flag says that the vault he's in has a nighttime shutdown protocol. It won't be able to be opened by Waller until dawn, which is in 3 hours and then tells them where ARGUS is. Deadshot says that that's enough time, barely. Flag asks how he could know that. Deadshot responds that he's a sniper, his whole thing is measuring times and distances. Deadshot then asks Flag if he knows a way past the quarantine. Flag says that they should take the underground tunnel. Deadshot, Katana, June, Flag and Diablo all head out. Then Harley follows them, telling Croc, "Come on. Ya got something better to do?" The squad search through the streets for something to ride in and they come across an abandoned bus. They all get in and Jason walks up too and enters the bus, still fuming. Flag starts to hotwire the bus and Deadshot makes a playful jab at him knowing how to. Harley starts to close the doors, when Boomerang pops up at them, begging her to let him in. Harley questions him about his sudden change of heart. CB: Well, I was running away from all this danger and I stopped and suddenly felt this strong sense of compassion for my fellow man, to just save lives and be a hero- HARLEY: You don't know how to get out of the city. CB: I don't know how to get out of the city. Boomerang gets on the bus and they're off. When Boomerang is told what they're doing, he's freaked and asks them all if getting themselves killed is what they want. Deadshot says that he'd do anything to protect his little girl and Harley responds that her best friend is trapped inside Enchantress, it's not like she's got anything left to live for and she can't be anything but this, also that it's either this or get put in a hellish dimension of monsters. Katanna talks to her sword in japanese again in the back of the bus. Croc walks up to her and asks if her husband's soul is really trapped in there. She looks surprised. Croc says that when he was a wrestler he traveled around the world and had to learn multiple languages, at least the basics for most. He can understand what she's saying because he speaks a little japanese himself. Katana simply nods. Croc asks her if she's going to hold onto the sword forever, let her husband be trapped in it. Katana asks him what he means. He says that it must be able to be broken otherwise she wouldn't have freaked out about it falling out of the building, so it's not like he's completely trapped in there, that he can move on, if she lets him. She takes offense to that, saying that she's not keeping him from that, she's protecting him. Croc tells her that she's protecting herself, from having to move on. That she's holding on to her past. Katana becomes angry and tells him that he doesn't know anything about that. He says that that's him: Never letting go of his past. That choice has made him what he is. She rebuts that he's a an animal, something that eats people. He snarls and says he's never eaten anyone. It's just what he lets people think. He's killed though, but so has she. She asks why he lets people think that, if he does because he liked to be seen that way. He says no. But he used to lie to himself that he did, then he just lied to everyone else. But he does it because he thought that's all he was good for. He's punishing himself the way his family punished him for existing. Katana takes a moment, then says that her husband's death was her fault. He died saving her. That maybe she's been punishing herself too. But she's been punishing Maeso in the process. Croc says that he thinks that self-punishment never just hurts yourself. They pull up to the ARGUS base. Katana holds her sword, contemplatively. The squad gets ready, trying to figure out a plan. Boomerang says that he said that this was a stupid idea, that they don't even know if they can hurt Enchantress. Katana realizes something at the word "hurt". re-iterating Croc's words before, "Never just hurts yourself" and tells them that yes, they do have a way to hurt Enchantress. FLAG: How? KATANA: Us. Katana points to herself and El Diablo. KATANA: Or maybe even just you. She then just points to El Diablo. DIABLO: What? KATANA: Why hasn't Enchantress tried to kill us? She personally killed the team guarding the helicopter, she went after Amanda Waller personally, but she left us for dead. DEADSHOT: Why? KATANA: Because my sword and Diablo's powers can hurt her. She didn't want to take the chance. HARLEY: Um, huh? KATANA: We were the only ones who could take out the most of her monsters. My sword and his powers are mystical. She's afraid of us. They work out a plan, to go up against Enchantress. June says that her heart isn't a vulnerability anymore now that she's in Poison Ivy's body. Katana says that she can use her sword to trap her soul in order to pull her out of Ivy's body, but her sword is only for a human's and it won't hold a witch for very long and then she could just jump back into Ivy's body. June then says that that won't happen if she takes Enchantress on long enough to get her heart out. Flag objects, but June tells him that she can't keep letting Enchantress control her. He tells her that they don't know for sure if crushing Enchantress' heart will kill her too or not. She responds that it's her fault Enchantress is free anyway and it's her responsibility to do what she can. Flag reluctantly agrees. The squad all recognize that it's now dawn. Flag says that they better hurry. They start to make their way inside the ARGUS facility.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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The Wii U was made for Pokemon

Nintendo Wii U + Pokemon = Match made in Heaven

Nintendo has always been known for its unique and different approach to the Gaming Field. If the industry went left, Nintendo would go right. Everyone went to CD, Nintendo gave us, N64 Carts. Nintendo out of the box thinking, gives its brilliance and occasional failures. Some of Nintendo best ideas come from this philosophy, The Nintendo Wii and the DS were both completely polar opposites compared to the rest of the industry, but despite their differences it's what made Nintendo massively successful last generation.

The Wii U however, is a different breed for Nintendo. Coming off the success of the original Wii, Nintendo has this difficult situation. The Wii just isn't any console, its Nintendo best selling system ever, that was also known for its unique motion controls. How do you follow up to that? How do you reach out to the over 100 Million Wii owners? Nintendo again, being unique and seeing the market trends, decided to build off the Wii platform and introduced its most famous part, the Wii U Gamepad (aka the tablet thingy)

Sadly, despite the enormous success the Wii was, its successor is struggling. It's puzzling that the Wii U isn't selling more with its year lead and have released so many core titles like Super Smash, Mario Kart 8, Super Mario 3D, Wind Waker HD, Pikmin 3, Donkey Kong Country. I could go on and on, True, there's a large pool of 3rd party titles missing, but still. Nintendo first party games are typically power houses. Yet now, they can barely move any hardware units. So just why is that?

My personal belief is that it's all familiar, it's been done time and time again. Sure, Nintendo first party games are great, but to really win fans over, you need to pull out a trump card. Something so massive, only the wettest of wet dreams could compare. Tabooed from Fans every wishing for. A long lost dream that I swear, every time I look at the Wii U, I realize this entire system's existence was made just for one game.

Pokemon

As you know, if there's anything that could rival Mario in popularity and sales, it's Pokemon. Much as I love the favorite red Plumber, despite being featured in over 5 different titles. The Wii U still hasn't sold 10 million units yet. I think it's time for Mario to take a brief vacation, hang out with Peach, and let the good Professor Oak try, I mean, if there's one thing Pokemon is famous for, its reviving Nintendo.

Nintendo and Pokemon have a bit of a history of redemption and revival.

There's an old legend that's told around campfires, it goes like this: In the mid 90's, Nintendo was on the brink of disaster, the N64 was struggling and the Gameboy was falling off quicker than expected, while the Gameboy Color was in the works, it wouldn't be ready for release till years later. Putting Nintendo in between a rock and a hard place. With financial struggles, the unthinkable rumors of Nintendo closing began to circulate. Then, from the shadows of doom and despair, an underdog studio Game Freak, with barely any money left, released Pokemon Green and Red for the Gameboy. Saving the entire Nintendo company.

It's a cute story that has "some" truth to it. Despite all my attempts to find hard, concrete evidence of Nintendo being in such a terrible position and Pokemon saving the day remains unfounded. But that's not to say it's completely far-fetched. At the time the Sony PlayStation was hot, CD's were becoming all the rage and games were arguably cheaper to purchase compared to the N64 more expensive Carts, and towards the end of the Gameboy life had lost a lot of steam. It was one thing for Nintendo to go against Sega, but also competing with Sony caused a lot of stress.

The company Game Freak was almost out of money too, the reality is, Pokemon almost never happened. To get the game off the ground and finally ship, they had to cut content out and allowed some half finished artwork to pass. It's why Pokemon Green never came State side when Pokemon Blue had far better artwork. Truth be told, Pokemon Gold and Silver could be considered the first true complete Pokemon Game, Game Freak intended it to be in its entirety.

But was the N64 really in that big of despair? I wouldn't doubt it had various money issues, but don't forget, it also had Mario 64, Zelda Ocarina of Time and Golden Eye. Just, you know, some of the most iconic games of all Time. I doubt Nintendo was losing a lot of sleep, but there's no denying that Pokemon had some serious impact for Nintendo.

So, wouldn't it be poetic, to see, that relation from the 90's, the struggling Nintendo and Pokemon tag team match up, appear again. But this time...for the Wii U?

In Nintendo treasure chest of things that they could do. None could top a full fledged Pokemon title debut on a console. We've seen multiple Pokemon Stadium games, Mystery Dungeons and other spin-off titles. But never the full experience. Nintendo has always reserved the full Pokemon titles on the handheld side, despite fans cry to capture them all on the big screen TV.

Nintendo always had their reasons for not releasing a Pokemon game on console environment. Generally Nintendo kept such titles to push each Handheld system to boost sales and establish itself in the market. Well, the 3DS is doing plenty fine and there's already Pokemon X & Y for it. Its the Wii U that's needing a boost, and what better system to do justice for the Pokemon franchise.

When you look at the Nintendo Wii U hardware and controller, it's a match made in heaven for a Pokemon game. If you've played any of the recent Mario games, you can test to just how gorgeous and simple the visuals look. Nintendo really aims for the Pixar look of games. Imaging that, but for the world of Pokemon.

The Gamepad would be the bread n butter for this Pokemon game. Generally, when you play an older Pokemon Game, you'll always find yourself in a constant battle of sharing your screen with other windows. Like your item pack, list of Pokemon, the display Map, phone call list, ect ect. When the Nintendo DS had its big Pokemon release of Diamond and Pearl, it received tons of praise of having used the second display. The same prinicble could also be used here. A Pokemon game for the Wii U could possibly be the best use of the Gamepad in its history.

Now if you ever played Nintendo Land on the Wii U, then you know this game makes great use of the Gamepad. It's more than just a controller, it really brings a whole new experience. When I was playing the Zelda themed game, where you hold the Gamepad to aim and shot your bow n arrow. I was thinking, man, wouldn't this be so cool, to try to capture a Pokemon like this. Instead of shooting an arrow, I'm throwing poke balls towards a Pokemon. All the sudden, effects like sleep, paralysis would play a huge part. Trying to capture an Abara as it runs around the room, only giving you seconds before it teleports would simply be, insane. It would be raising the bar on what it meant to truly capture a Pokemon.

However, while it's all fun to play with our imagination and let our creative juices run wild on what a Pokemon game could be for the Wii U, the reality is, it needs to be a solid investment. That it has the potential to move so many units and gain mountains of cash that the risk involved would be well worth it. Sure, I've listed off a few reasons, but would a new Pokemon game using the Gamepad and having better visuals really make the Wii U a huge seller? Would it really make the Wii U a must have?

However, I still have one more trump card I personally saved for last, would make it so damn appealing, even Nintendo mouth would start to water. Imagine, the next Pokemon game, started using...

Amiibo

If there's one thing Fans and Scalpers have been going crazy for, its Amiibo figures. And the Smash Bros shows just how demanding fans can be for it. Can you imagine, the insanity for Amiibo Pokemon figures would be like? Super Smash Bros has over 48 characters. A Pokemon game could have over +250. You could be printing off Amiibo figures for years, with no end in sight to the demand. Not to mention Nintendo could intentionally do limited runs for some figures, causing pre-orders to explode. Fans would be lining up at the door with cash in hand to get their paws on one. Well, at least the scalpers would, they seem have nothing better to do these days...

Thoughts again raced through my head, Imagine, you could have your own Safari Park that gave you the chance to catch rare Pokemon through the use of Amiibo you've purchased. No longer would you have to own two versions of the game, or spend days trying to trade. You simply purchased the Pokemon Amiibo you were needing. Scan and few, and Bam. You're off on your Safari hunt. I could even see Nintendo having a selection of Pokemon only available through the use of Amiibo.

But why stop there, when Amiibo could even open up to items, and when I mean items, I mean the keys to finally capture those elusive Legendaries.

In almost every Pokemon Game, there's always 1 to 3 Pokemon that you can only capture via special events. More specifically, you are given an item. Typically a Ticket, that grants you special trip to a previously impossible location. Now, you no longer have to wait, cause now, you got yourself a S.S. Golden Ticket Amiibo. Legendary, Brace yourself, you got a trainer coming towards ya.

The list goes on and on. I could write a Novel on this, but ultimately. Would Nintendo explore such an opportunity? Could we awake to a new era of Pokemon games? Much as my heart says yes. My mind, impossibly stubborn, cruel and cold, says No.

Nintendo has continued to shoot down any possibilities of this ever happening and no matter how slow sales for the Wii U may be. Nintendo still has enough cash in the bank to weather several storms. But, It is one thing to survive an unpopular device, it's entirely different to win back fans. If Nintendo is serious about winning back its core, It will take more than a few Triforce pieces and a couple of red mushrooms.

#Nintendo #Pokemon #Wii U

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