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Title - Sober Valediction
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ibuberu
Fandom - Generation IV
Characters/Pairings - Red/Green
Rating - PG-13
Genre - Humor, Romance
Summary - Red finds out about the existence of hormones.
Prompt - Red's hormones are slowpoke.jpg. When they finally kick in, he DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL, MAN, WHAT ARE THESE. Cue hilarity and awkward teenagerness and Red being... Red.
It all started when Green brought him the magazines.
“Red, sometimes I really pity you, cooping yourself up here in the cold,” he said with a shrug of the shoulders, his expression almost sympathetic with a hint of humor. Red just stared vacantly at his childhood friend, not particularly interested in the point behind his statement. He took the twig next to him and kindled the fire burning in the cave that barred the winds from entering, his Pikachu twitching in its sleep at the sound of the flames crackling.
The brown-haired male snorted, acting unaffected by the lack of response, before pulling out a stack of thick magazines from his knapsack. Green dropped the sizable stack on Red’s lap, the ten or so paperback copies exerting a noticeable weight on his legs. The boy raised an eyebrow and stared up at his standing friend, a questioning look appearing on his habitually blank face. He flipped through one magazine, full of articles and coverage on past and recent momentous events (what was a pokéathlon?) and rising trainers (who was this Lyra girl?).
“You dumbass, I just happened to find these lying around, so I brought them to update you on what’s happening down there for the past five years, you can’t expect me to come every other day now, can you?” Green sighed irritably, folding his arms while the words came out as visible puffs of warm air. When the gym leader received no comment, he kept the indignation to himself and flung his bag over his shoulder.
“Thanks,” Red managed to whisper as his eyes delved into the pages of intriguing information, drinking in knowledge, remembering the ability to read words.
“W-whatever, bye,” Green replied stiffly as he tried not to stare at the inquisition overcoming the boys’ face. His cheeks coloured as he departed the cave and made his way back to his gym at the bottom of the iced, reticent mountain, leaving Red to the company of the magazines.
When he returned home, the gym leader was horrified to realize that one porn magazine was missing from his collection.
Red flipped open the fifth magazine, eager almost betraying on his stoic face, hoping to see pictures of the newly discovered Pokémon native to Sinnoh. The fire was almost dying out, though Pikachu showed no signs of stirring.
He had not expected to see a scantily dressed nurse.
His cheeks heated as he jerked to the next page in a hurried movement, and suddenly the cave didn’t feel as cold as it usually was. The only problem was that the next page was no better, with even more women wearing little bikinis and hugging tightly to one another with come-hither expressions etched on faces that were heavy with make-up. Red dropped the magazine on the floor of the homely cavern, wondering why he found the images so frustrating. Well, he hadn’t seen any woman in the past few years, so that could’ve been one reason. But then, he’d never actually noticed the presence of their chests, and how slim their legs could be.
Leaf certainly didn’t have any similarities with these women, the last time he saw her, she looked like him and Green – a Pokémon trainer, a young kid with a passion for battling.
Then again, four years was a long time, and while he’d grown taller, he supposed Leaf was probably different too. Did her chest grow bigger? Had her waist slimmed and hips widened?
Wait – what was he thinking? He knocked his forehead once against the wall without much hesitation.
He closed his eyes and counted to a one hundred in his mind, but when he opened them and stared down at the pages of the magazine, as if they were like magnets to his namesake eyes, one hundred suddenly seemed like a tiny, miniscule number. The heat flowed back to his cheeks, and he wondered if he was falling sick. Was it a fever? He shifted to the side and dug his bare hand into the contents of his bag, searching for any medication, only to realize that he hadn’t packed any. He would ask Green to help him next time, he supposed.
At the thought of Green, his thoughts seemed to wander back to the magazine, only this time, he wasn’t imagining naked girls - - Red instantly panicked, though wordlessly. He grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it down, trying to push the thoughts concerning Green out of his head, but the imagery of him shirtless and… and – Red rammed his forehead against the rock again.
The heat gnawing in his chest, with unknown origins, was too perplexing. Red clambered onto his feet, leaning against the granite walls as blood flowed to his legs. He began jogging on the spot; perhaps exercising would be a good way to get rid of the harassing feeling. The dark-haired boy ran around on the spot, footsteps resounding through the cave and waking his slumbering Pikachu.
The little creature yawned as it opened one eye to glimpse its trainer jogging circles around the cave. It sniffed and curled back into a ball, deciding to worry about its trainer when it wasn’t feeling so supine. The creature lowered its yellow ears to block out the sound.
Sweating, the boy sat himself back on the floor, hoping that that would do. He turned to the magazine, squinting his eyes so that he saw less, as he cautiously flipped to the next page, questions burning in his mind. Why did his whole body feel so hot? Admittedly, while it was so distracting and troubling, the low temperature of the cave numbed him less now.
Thankfully, the next image was less striking; it seemed to be just a picture of a man and a woman kissing.
Oh, they were naked.
Red dashed out of the cave, grabbing a protesting Pikachu by the tail. He spent the next few hours or so battling with the residents of the mountain. But the thought of kissing never really left him, rather, haunting him as his Snorlax launched a punch at yet another Golbat.
Red fancied asking one of them politely to use supersonic on him.
Early the next morning, Green entered the cave, gripping his scarf to his neck, an urgent look on his face as he shook the snow out of his hair.
“Hey Red, I know you didn’t expect me so soon, but I think I left…” he started to say, but wandered off at the sight of his friend sitting at the darkest corner of the damp cavity. Red had tucked his knees under his chin and hugged his legs to himself, with dark circles developing under distant-focused eyes, owing to a sleepless night. The gym leader gulped audibly as he entered the cave, spotting the pile of magazines, which had originally come with good intentions, stacked neatly beside the silent boy who was breeding isolation. Green came to a squat next to the brooding male, tentatively prodding Red with a gloved finger.
He received no discernable response, Red’s mouth hidden behind his arms, eyes unmoving. The boy frowned and playfully gave his friend a punch on the shoulder. “Don’t be such a wimp, they’re just pictures, any normal guy would be asking for more right now, y’know?” Green began, wrapping one arm around his friend in an attempt to salvage the situation.
At the touch of the other boy, Red felt the heat that he tried to stave off flood back into his body. He turned quickly, so that their noses touched. The way Green’s cheeks flushed told him that that his friend was probably feeling the same thing. “W-what’re you doing?” he asked faintly, but made no motion to break their connection. Red blinked once, twice, and remembered the article in the magazine that told him that the only way to get rid of sexual frustration was to get physical. He flexed his fingers, pushing Green with his arms so that the stack of the magazines collapsed, and the gym leader was pinned against the wall of the cavern.
He rammed his lips against Green’s.
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Title - Gorgeous
Author - ibuberu
Fandom - Generation V
Characters/Pairings - Black/White
Rating - PG
Genre - Romance, Humor
Summary - His hair was too cool
Prompt - Somebody, whether it's the girl trainer or an already established character, obsesses over that boy's hair because sdjiopjslk I love it to an unnatural degree.
“Can I touch it?”
“Touch…what?”
In response, she raised an eyebrow teasingly and crossed her arms, a smile tugging the corners of her mouth. He tilted his head cautiously, her questionable expression making it harder for him to concentrate on the slimness of her figure, the flow of her thick hair, and that adorable cap she wore. He’d always liked her, ever since they got their first Pokémon, but she was usually too caught up in her adventurous quest to talk to him much, she seemed unapprochable in that sense. Their chance meeting at this pokécenter was certainly one he would appreciate, albeit in the confines of his mind.
She grinned in a friendly manner, fashioning the rose tinted cheeks she possessed with those hazel eyes too compatibly. He hesitated out of embarrassment, before returning the grin awkwardly, fingers tugging shyly at one another. This was happening so fast, they were already exchanging smiles and almost talking, she was so gorgeous and kind.
Then, she sprang towards him abruptly, pouncing with intent burning in those eyes, and jabbing a finger at his hair. He vaulted back in what could only be identified as frantic alarm, softening a shout from his throat into a squeak. He raised a hand to smooth his coiffure, which was already misshapen by her finger. He’d spent so long styling it, too!
“M-my hair?” he asked, almost incredulous as he recalled her previous question.
“Yes! Damn, it is so cool, how do you get it so stay like that? I want to touch it so bad, I’ve always admired it,” the girl replied keenly, balling her hands into fists and approaching him with eager footsteps. He couldn’t decide between the happiness of her close proximity, so near he could smell lavenders; and the instinctive feeling of danger that came along with the package.
But the hopeful sparkle on her face was impossible to resist.
He let his guarding hand fall slowly, carefully. He bended down slightly so that she could run her hand through his hair, something the girl was more than ardent to do. She laughed as she felt his haircut, nevermind the cap that he wore, she insisted on keeping her hands on his strangely attractive hair. She whispered into his ear that she found the hat to be so cute, the area heating at the coolness of her breath.
When other trainers in the rest stop started to stare, eyes lingering in a judging manner, he nudged her shoulder as she continued to humm a familiar song. The girl frowned at the people, took the hint and stepped back, her ponytail jumping along with her fluid movements. She adjusted the strap of her bag, indicating an intention to walk off.
“Next time, I want to touch it again.” She winked.
“And I’ll let you touch mine, of course,” she chimed, waving briskly before capering out of the center.
He stood there transfixed, staring. Kind, she might not have been. But god, she was gorgeous.
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Title - New Jeans
Author - ibuberu
Fandom - Pokéspecial
Characters/Pairings - Gold/Crystal
Rating - PG -13
Genre - Romance
Summary - How Crystal and Gold deal with the new overalls and hat.
Prompt - Gold/Crystal, re: the outfit change, "you look good in that."
“Hey.”
His knuckles brushed softly against her arm the moment he mumbled those words, sending unexpected shivers jolting across her skin as she stood up abruptly, pushing the chair back in a startled mess. The scratching of its four legs against the ceramic tiled floors of the lab was nearly tangible, very sharp, so apparent, as she hazarded a gaze to the side, her brow crumpling and a frown flickering across her face.
“What?” she asked stiffly, initial surprise throwing the reins over to a bout of frustration as a faint shade of pink coloured her paling cheeks, “If it’s about this outfit again, I’ve heard enough.” She lowered her blue-jewel eyes in an attempt to look preoccupied and nonchalant, rearranging the intimidating hill of documents over her desk, situating them to the side to prepare them for the professor to sign and file. She discreetly wiggled her hips to ease the discomfort of the elastic, or lack thereof, of the short overalls, which was distracting her too much. She sighed softly, from the countless mirrors she had the misfortune to come across since the dawn of the day, she remembered how she seemed to personify embarrassment in red and blue – it was going to take her a good few months to forgive her mother.
Gold secured his stance throughout her piece, mouth closed and brow raised – he did not speak, surprisingly. When she cleaned the desk of eraser dust, he stepped closer to her and wound a testing hand around her waist. The seventeen-year old leaned forward so that the girl was now pinned against his chest, and his mouth was delightfully close to her ear. He could see the lightning yellow star, but more importantly, he smiled at the scene of Crystal’s face reddening and how the hands holding the papers began to shake consciously.
“You look good in this,” he breathed, voice calm and levelled.
It made the flustered countenance overcoming her face all the more delectable and adorable. He laughed into her hair, taking in the strangely intoxicating hint of pokémart soap – she was such a simple lady, not bothering to even use scented shampoo, and that somehow ended up turning him on even more. He grazed his lips against her heated cheek, mentally scribbling a note that he would help her borrow a bottle of strawberry from Blue later on. He was just that considerate a gentleman– Crystal was lucky to have scored him, really. Gold planted his free hand on her head, the towering white hat collapsing under his palm. His other arm curled more around her slender waist, her heart somersaulted in her throat.
“You’d look better without this though,” he deduced absently.
Promptly, he removed the offending hat, tossing it carelessly on the desk.
“… And maybe without this too.”
He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and slipped one strap of the obtrusive overall off her shoulder. She scalded herself at the touch, unable to object, biting her lip and clearing the desk in preparation for anything drastic, trying to slot the papers into their respective folders despite the presence of the male’s hands on her – but she was certainly not going to clear up a huge mess, there had to be order around here, and Gold was not going to screw that up.
“You’d definitely look less serious without this, and that,” he continued despite her inner conflict, hands wandering as he grabbed her and found her lips with his, deepening their meeting and allowing her to feel the new, sleek material of his jacket – and oh, that new, metallic zipper was so easy to unzip –and that cap was so childish, and such an obstacle as she buried her hands into his hair. His new pants were comfy to sit on too.
And pretty soon, she forgot about the sheer delusion of ‘not making a mess’.
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Title – Neverland
Author – ibuberu
Fandom – Pokéspecial
Characters/Pairings – Diamond/Pearl/Platina
Rating – PG
Genre – Drama, Angst, Friendship, Romance
Spoilers – End of DP arc
Summary – Diamond, Pearl, the Distortion World, and an aura of Platina.
Prompt - There are no berries or pokemon in the Distortion world, right? After Diamond and Pearl get pulled in, they struggle with starvation in a nightmare-fuel survival scenario to just hang on until Platina rescues them.
The days are long and drawn out, and the question surfacing is that whether days even exist in this realm. The sun has burned out, and the moon reflects no light – simply because light does not exist, substituted with only glowing skies that illuminate in shades of scarlet and ashen blood that is sometimes black and blue – one portion of insanity folding over the next, and thereafter. They wonder whether time passes, and whether death occurs – because there is certainly nothing being born in this twisted atmosphere. They realise after a certain length of straining time, that they can’t tell apart the minutes from seconds, and hours from minutes. Gradually, they lose sight of how long they have been lying on the sparse ceiling.
The world seems to be smaller, more compacted space here; it is jarring and trapping in that simple sense. And the sky is frightening in the fact that there are no birds, nor are there clouds. Happiness seems to be impossible in this realm, nonexistent and void. Positive, lingering feelings are slowly being weathered away from each second (this is the only amount of time they can count) and they find themselves fading away into shells of their usual selves.
The comedy routines are absent from minds that have been abandoned by memory, by any semblance of joy and drive worth collecting to preserve. How do they go again? How do they start? Does one punch the other first, or was it in the middle of the act? Does the manzai skit involve the shedding of bitter tears, vomiting of blood, tortured pleas of salvation? No, no, that doesn’t seem right – then again, nothing did.
Their lips are dry and their smiles are dying out from their faces, their eyes are wide, though they stare at nothing in particular. Optimism is something so slippery and so hard to cling onto now.
One shifts from his static position on the ground and nods to the other, the other mirrors back, they stand up and silently decide to venture somewhere else, though it is almost pointless – everywhere is the same, nowhere is different, walls that line the gloom-sunk skies and neglect the concept of gravity are the only things that are present (but not real) in this world. The intensity, the volume of fear, it is suffocating and unyielding around their necks. They loosen their scarves, but can’t search themselves for the energy and decision to remove the green and red cloth entirely. The only way to keep their bodies intact, to keep their limbs working, is to move (even though it is questionable whether they are truly walking, in spite of the arduousness and the sweat).
They hold their hands awkwardly; don’t talk, even though they want to – words, sentences, and the fragile suspicion that every single movement in this enclosed space may trigger something unthinkable, keep them on high alert. Their destitute stomachs are gnawing away at the rest of their organs, whining in a way that makes their ears hurt. There are no more berries to live off, and the sheer thought of eating one another is too horribly tempting, but not a choice. They instinctively tighten their anchoring of hands with reassurance that only ten years of unwavering friendship can construct.
One stumbles, and his kneecaps scrap across the cruel ground as his legs abandon him, though not without reason. Quickly, quickly, the other attempts to support his friend, crouching low so that they are now bending eye-to-eye.
They address themselves with gazes that are exact reflections of the other, the only reason to keep living on in this damned rift in dimensions. There are eyes of golden white and dark crystal, where a single shred of hope remains – undestroyed, too obstinate like a pearl, too sturdy like a diamond, to be lost unlike the rest of their capacities.
“Platina,” they whisper hoarsely, sternly, in unison.
“Platina,” they repeat, and it becomes a mantra for protection.
Softly, they allow the rest of their weight to collapse on the ground. They imagine soft red lips and long locks of shining raven, a sophisticated expression of feminine superiority, of taxing naivety, of childlike innocence. The saving grace to their forever suffering is the heroine with two gallant partners who ought to be at her side. They feel lost, scattered, and unable to fulfil their rightful duty in a place like this. And, as twisted things normally went, they were starting to realise that she was materializing in front of them, worried look etching that criminally dollish face, cheeks pallid and prized eyes threatening to cry. Pearl would have loved to see that, whilst Diamond would have panicked at the sight. But they both would have loved her even more, if possible.
She’s walking towards them, terror covering her usually alluringly composed face.
“Hey, Dia… I see her.”
“I see her too.”
They hold out one hand each, grasping aimlessly at thin air, waiting for a ringed hand that comes after this times lapses. One is gasping, verging on hyperventilating as her tangible fingers never reach his. The separate boy is starting, beginning, to picture the ghoul behind the girl’s face, the ghost hidden in her fake features. He instinctively takes the hand of his partner and hugs him to his shuddering chest until he calms down, and the frantic breaths steady.
They still, contemplate, as the girl vanishes into particles of glitter dust. They grin boyishly at one another after awhile, realising that it is an illusion, a delusion that stems from the only remaining desire they share and breath. They part, close their eyes and lean their heads back, supporting against one another. His blonde hair is ticklish to his heart; his beret is a cushion to his throbbing mind. In a beastly world like this, the time they would have to wait could last between one second or an eternity – and they wouldn’t even feel the difference.
They imagine cool, elegant eyes coupled with a small quirk of a smile, and that is just barely sufficient to keep them from lulling into the open, inviting arms of death.
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Oh, Red.
I laughed. :]
Also, B/W fic reminds me of a fanart, only reversed, where the girl thinks the boy wants to grab her boobs. You know the one? Hahaha :'D
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Lol, Red's just too cute. *spazzes*
I loved all three of them though. Omg, write more. =3=
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thank youuuu (:
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They were all so very sexy. xD
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yes, well, I tried to make them sexy, at least.
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(Anonymous) 2010-05-30 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
arghh
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♥ thanks
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I was like surfing through past entries for the comm and I suddenly find this gorgeous assortment of ficlets.
You suddenly made me a fan of G/C. These were sexy like woah. ♥
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thank you so much for the lovely words ♥
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Anytime bb. ♥
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Kotone is just to adorable!
And tsuntsun Silver is probably the best. c:
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+ fffffff ZUTARA FTW :D
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And FUCK YEAH ZUTARA! I'd use my other Zutara icon, but er, it's NC17. ^^; /shot
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Green/Red was very funny (and the prompt itself was hilarious, might I add. Slowpoke :D) I really have a soft spot for this pairing, so it was nice to see you write it. I did find Red ooc sometimes, but maybe that's because he's always the silent epic guy, and he's more of a comedy-victim person here. But alas. It was adorable nonetheless. My favourite line?
Thankfully, the next image was less striking; it seemed to be just a picture of a man and a woman kissing.
Oh, they were naked.
So dry, that :D
Black/White was amazing @%@#%&. I already love this pairing. And you gave them such great personality, even though we don't know them yet. I think this one was my favourite, despite the shortness :D
Gold/Crystal was pretty hot. Kudos for that, because I know such scenes are quite hard to write XD I only was mildly confused about the POV sometimes. At first I thought it was Crystal's, but then it was Gold's, and then it switched back and forth. Ah well. Oh, and what about this sentence?
- and oh, that new, metallic zipper when so easy to unzip -
Shouldn't it be 'was so easy'?
In the Dia/Pearl/Platina piece I was impressed by your description of the Distortion World. You put into words the nothingness that it encompasses. Also, your description of Platina was spot on. She's such a star <3
I only was a bit appalled by the part of where they thought about eating each other. That was... kind of freaky. :|
Anyways. Great job on these, and look forward to seeing more! (I see your points on the merrits of LJ, by the way. FF has a lot to improve upon indeed.)
Have fun in Malaysia! Don't worry, it's going to be alright. All the best (learning) experiences happen when you're away from home - fact ;-)
~Snoaz
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Yes, I was somewhat irritated by my incapability to make Red silent + epic + awkwardly all at the same time ;; glad you found it amusing though, because that was the main point of the fanfic anyways (: Red/Green really does touch that soft-spot within everyone: childhood friends, the first protag and rival, ahh.
Oh yes, the POV for the Gold/Crystal fic kind of screwed up ;; I don't really plan for these prompt!fics since they're mostly written in the spur of the moment, even more so for hot!fics haha. And yes, thanks for pointing out that mistake. Shall edit it now.
Yesss, thanks so much for the comment, I had to really wrack my brains to come up with something that could reflect the eerie nothingness of the Distortion World. And yes, the eating-each-other part was to sort of inject more nightmare-fuel and to appall/freak the reader. But more so regarding Dia's POV than Pearl's.
Thanks Snoaz :D
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Umm...Heaven or Hell!
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1. What are you going to do in awhile?
2. Top three fandoms and why?
3. An anime/manga you would reccommend to everyone/anyone?
4. Favourite snack food?
5. Favourite Pokemon pairings?
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