michael looking for every moment in ted's life where he said "if no one comes from the future to stop me, then how bad of an idea can it really be?" to stop him, only because he founds it funny and because he actually can.
kid!michael and kid!ted going out trick-or-treating with their adorable matching costumes. people think they look adorable so they give them extra candy and when they get home, michael steals his favorites from ted's pumpkin, but gives all his candy to ted to compensate for it.
this goes from childhood friends to lovers when they grow and they didn't realize the love of their life was next to each other. except for michael, who has always been in love with ted since the very beginning.
Just some random ideas but what about a sad story where a baby Michael moves to a house with his twin and mom that has been haunted and the ghost there is a baby Ted. And they become friends and eventually they fall in love but Ted is dead.
I had this idea starting October and decided to make it a tweetfic and post it today.
bby Boostle AU where baby Michael moves with his family to a new house that was at a suspicious great price for what it was. They suspect something is wrong with it since the house is great but the price is too low and that's an opportunity they can't lose.
They didn't even have to fight other people for it because they were the only ones who made an offer to that house.
Yet, the parents can't complain. They finally have a place to call their own, and start all over again. Even if they notice the neighbours staring at them every now and then, and avoid them completely.
Michelle and Michael spent a lot of time together exploring the house, they found it fascinating and they were extremely happy that they had their own room and all this huge house is now theirs.
But it was one night where Michael woke up because of a constant sound. He brushes his right eye and slowly his mind understands the sound. Someone's sniffling. Someone has been crying.
He feels his eyelids are heavy so when he turns on his bed and tries to open them, he realizes he can't. So with them shut, he mumbles.
"Hey, it's alright--" Michelle is a strong girl, but he knows sometimes she feels sad for their parents. It might be one of those nights where she is terrified of dad. "Come here."
Some time passes, he doesn't know how long it has been, he's drowsy and still with his eyes closed. Maybe this is a dream, but he hears the sniffling closer.
"You can cry all you want, but get in bed already," he lifts the blankets so she can get under. He knows crying feels good and he shouldn't be telling her to stop crying. Not when she is scared or in pain. Telling her not to cry is like telling her not to bleed when she gets a wound.
"Mmmmmh." Michael makes a noise, trying to hurry her to move. When he feels the mattress dip and her close to him, he wraps them both with the blanket as he sighs. He wants to speak to her, make her feel better, but before he can form a coherent sentence in his mind, he's fast asleep again.
Next morning when he asks Michelle how she is doing, he notices her making a confused face. He is feeling even more confused when she tells him that he was asleep last night, she never went to his room.
This night's event keeps happening more and more, and every time Michael tries to see who is the one crying, he feels too sleepy and his eyelids too heavy. Until one night, he tries his best to open them and even sits up on bed, rubbing both his eyes with too much force.
"Let me see you," Michael complains and looks around. "Who is making you cry every night?"
His bedroom is suddenly too quiet. He can barely see in the dark, but he waits. He won't miss this chance, he tells himself.
From the corner of his room, something is moving and while it is scaring him to the point that his body suddenly freezes, he doesn't close his eyes. After a few moments, he realize is a kid his age, with dark hair and big eyeglasses.
The kid sniffles and uses the back of his wrist to wipe his nose, his other hand is clenching the hem of his shirt so tightly, that Michael immediately thought he was ashamed or scared too.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Michael's voice is so thin, it surprised even him. "It's okay. I'm Michael. What's your name?"
The small kid looks up at him. From where Michael is, the stranger looks so small, so vulnerable and Michael feels an inexplicable need to protect him.
"Ted." He whispers.
//
Michael is having so much fun. He had never met another boy who was so smart, witty, and funny. Every single night he stays up to talk and play with him. They talk about games, tv shows, the moon and the stars, the monsters that live in the first floor and how much they love pranking others.
There is no night that isn't fun.
They spend time in the secret places that Ted used to hide in when his dad would get angry at him, they play in the backyard, laying down on the ground as they wipe their tears from laughing too much and Ted confessing how much he had always wanted a friend. They sometimes go to the forest too, to find treasures, those special items that Ted hid once a long time ago.
Everything is just so good.
With time, Michael learned that Ted's dad didn't like him too much, his mother restricted food and even starved him every now and then only because she thought he was fat. Michael doesn't have the best life either but to hear that from Ted as he sobs, breaks his heart in a million pieces.
Sometimes he cuddles Ted and can actually feel a thin chill veil as he does it. He sobs with him, because he wants Ted alive and life has been so cruel to him.
It's not fair, he thinks.
Michael is so young but he isn't dumb to ignore that the connection he has with Ted isn't a common one. He feels that their meeting was destined to be, that they are meant to each other.
He himself doesn't know much about life either or what is supposed to be right by society, but Michael firmly believes that Ted is beautiful and the best thing that has happened to him. He thinks about all the places that they could go if Ted was alive, all the things they could do together...
But it's something that is never going to happen and that makes Michael terribly sad.
Maybe there's something Michael can do. Maybe there's a way of being forever together...
//
Michael's health had slowly started to deteriorate and even if his mother is so worried and trying her best to bring him back to a healthy state, she can't.
Michelle doesn't say a word as she observes the state of her brother. She reaches out to hold his hand, just as small as hers.
"I'm going to miss you, Mikey." She whispers to him and gets in bed, curling up next to him. She know what is happening, she has seen Ted and has heard them speak before. She knows what Michael is doing, after all, they are twins. They just KNOW.
"I'll visit you, Michelle." He sighs and closes his eyes. He feels too weak to feel like this is a goodbye.
Michelle quietly cries as she sees Ted appear.
"Michael?" Ted's voice is weak. He's afraid that Michael would get mad at him, even if this was Michael's idea only. But she isn't. She isn't mad at all. This is what her twin wants and she knows this will make him happy. "I came for you."
"I love you, Mikey." She whispers and she sees his smile.
"I love you too, sis. I'll see you soon." He says before closing his eyes and slowly, she feels how he releases her hand, his body now stiff.
//
Michelle opens her eyes with some difficulty in the middle of the night. The laughter of two boys can be heard not too far away and she knows that they are here. With that, she closes her eyes back to sleep. It’s okay.
I’m here today only to complain about DC (and Warner Bros ig) and how unfair and dumb (and boomer-like) they are. My two reasons to complain is about movie Blue Beetle and comic Boostle.
The new movie of Blue Beetle has Ted and Jaime and while I understand you don’t need to go doing everything exactly as the comics, I’m shocked to read Ted is going to have a daughter in the movie:
If this is to bait Jaime to take the role of superhero, I feel this is not only sexist, but dumb in a big scale. And of course this stinks to boomer way of thinking. They are telling me that Jaime won’t take the role because of comics’ reasons or maybe something better thought, but instead only because he’s a horny boy? I mean yeah, he can be horny but-- seriously? And then-- Ted with who??? I wish they’d surprise me and be like “hey, Ted is with Michael but they have an adopted child! Like in the comics, you know-- Rani.” but that’s just too much to ask, I’m sure.
Now about my comic Boostle issue.
We have this news:
I’m happy for them, don’t get it wrong-- but I’m suspicious about the reasons of this? Is this to objectify wlw? Because for what I’ve seen (looking at T*m K*ng too) DC/WB doesn’t care much about their female and/or lgbtq+ fans. They only pay attention to their boyfans, and we know most of them are kind of savage. So is this only for them or...? Honestly I’m also surprised that they did this for them before Boostle (I know some people are not surprised) because Boostle now has been having new comics, more apparitions but they still aren’t a thing? I know fanboys are scared of mlm so I thought maybe this is why they are so scared of making them a ship, but strange enough they are alright with Fire and Ice? Mmmmm... I don’t want to think bad but this is DC/WB. I can’t actually give them the benefit of the doubt.
Not to mention that while Marvel has lgbtq+ canon ships, DC has a problem to keep them going. I’ve read some fans complain, for example, about T*m K*ng development of characters and story, which makes it look like he only does it for fame and not because he cares about characters, plus he is kind of used to baiting people. Not to mention the writer who is in charge of Tim/Bernard. The writer mention they are using Bernard as a damsel in distress and the artist is going super stereotypical on them. All this are reasons not to trust DC/WB in what they are doing.
Honestly I’m surprised how they keep sinking and still haven't hit rock bottom.
Boostle ficlet for October month :) words given: treat or trick / haunted house.
Mikey and Ted go out for trick or treat. They aren't from around the area so things happen.
AO3.
“Are you for real, Michael Jon Carter?!” Ted was annoyed and pissed. How is that Michael could do this to him? He surely did it on purpose.
“What’s that? What are you wearing?”
“Told you, we were going to go as Michelangelo and Donatello, the ninja turtles, not– not the European history guys!” Ted almost screeched in desperation.
“... I don’t know what ninja turtles are.”
“Why didn't you ask me?!”
Michael shrugged. He was feeling like a scolded kid but looking at Ted, he thought he looked awesome. He didn’t know what ninja turtles were, but Ted definitely looked cool. “I guess since I didn’t understand two words I just ignored them, but you look really good!”
“I’m not going out like this.” Ted was embarrassed. It had taken him a while to get his costume ready, to make it of quality but now that Michael is looking all hot as an elegant European dude from the past, he is feeling a bit insecure.
Not to mention that Ted was already anxious about Michael’s idea of going out for Halloween. They were adults already, what would people say if they asked for candy? Probably throw water at them or something. He didn’t want to have a bad night.
“Come on, Teddy. It’s just for one night, you’re ready, I’m ready. Let’s go have fun!”
“They will think we are stealing candy from children.” He groaned, looking down at his clothes, still unsure of going out when they weren’t matching each other as they agreed to do. “What if we go to a party instead? I heard Tora and the others were going to one…”
After a long sigh, Michael nodded. “Alright… But after we get some candy.”
//
Ted was almost dragging his feet as he walked down the streets. He felt embarrassed even if Michael seemed to be having lots of fun. Just then it occurred to him that perhaps Michael had never done this before and that was why he was so persistent on going trick or treating.
And honestly, it wasn’t that bad. They had bought two plastic pumpkins to gather candy and people had been nice enough to give them that and even some drinks. Maybe Michael had been right on coming out for this tonight.
“Alright, the kids say to avoid the last block.” Michael said as he looked down at his phone, checking the map.
“You’re really going to take what a kid says seriously?”
“Kids. Many kids told me not to go there. Creepy things happen there.” Michael shivered, shoving his phone back into his pocket.
“Thought you were up for that? I mean, it’s Halloween. Besides, kids can get scared by many things. I remember when I was little I used to watch kids shows but some were creepy. Too creepy for me, and now that I grew up… It isn’t that bad.”
“If you’re the one knocking on doors this time, then yeah, sure. We can go.” Michael grinned, confident that Ted wouldn’t dare but given the good time they have been spending outside tonight, he actually felt confident enough to do it.
“Deal.”
//
The last block was kind of creepy and no kid would even go there. It was only the two of them walking down a deserted street. It was alright, Ted and Michael were adults, but they were surprised to see that not even teens were daring to check the last block.
It isn’t that bad , Ted thought. There wasn’t enough light to illuminate the whole block and he could notice that some houses, indeed, look creepy. Maybe it was the pass of time, rotting them, making them smaller, and tilting to the side. It could be that it looked like nobody lived around here, too.
“Maybe we should just go to the party now.” Michael said looking at the time. “I think I’ve gotten enough candy anyway.”
“Come on, Mikey. Are you scared by kids’ stories?”
“No, but now seeing how this looks– I don’t want to be here. I don’t mind a ghost here and there, but what if they kidnap us and take out our organs or something? No, thank you. I want all my organs where they are.”
“Nothing bad is going to happen, look, that house has light inside. Let’s go to that one, and then we can go to the party.”
“Just that one. If they don’t come out, we leave.”
“Sure, sure, buddy.”
Ted is the first one to walk into the porch, hearing how the old wood screeches under their weight. It all looks abandoned, as if nobody has been living here or ever getting out of the house. After he knocks on the door the thought of leaving crosses his mind.
He turns to look up at Michael, who looks back at him, but he isn’t really looking. He knows Michael and he’s more focused on their surroundings, the sounds that are going on inside the house.
“May–” before Ted could actually say something, they heard an old woman’s voice inside.
“Coming!”
The door is open after a few long moments, in front of them there’s a very old and fragile woman, covering her arms with a very thin shawl.
“Thomas?” She asks adjusting her thick glasses. “Daniel?”
“Oh, no, sorry for bothering you, ma’am. We are…” Ted sighed. “Michelangelo and Donatello. But I’m the turtle version.” He looks at Michael who is behind him and he only lifts his plastic pumpkin, shaking it gently to the woman inside.
“Trick or treat?” Michael says.
“OH!” The woman smiles at them and adjusts the shawl that was slowly sliding. “You look very handsome, both of you. I do have candy, just wait a bit…”
“Yeah, yeah. Both of us…” Ted mumbled and when she turned around and left in slow steps, Michael looked down at Ted and nudged him.
“Maybe we should go. I think we have enough.”
“What? We can’t do that, handsome !” Ted said and quickly hushed. “We can’t leave this old kind woman. She’s taking all this trouble to get the candy and you want to be gone by the time she’s back here?”
Ted was still frowning at Michael when they heard something crashing. Both jolt and turn to the inside of the house and while they both doubt about going inside, Ted decides to do it first.
“We're coming in–” He said as he rushed in. “Are you alright?”
Seconds later Michael appears behind him, both face the woman who’s glass bowl had accidentally fallen and broke, the candy spread through the floor. “Oh my! Silly me, didn’t hold the bowl tightly enough.”
“It’s fine, we'll help you clean. Where do you keep your broom?”
“No, this is my fault. I can’t have you cleaning this, the glass is sharp, you might cut yourself.”
“It’s alright! I’ll pick up the candy, Mikey can sweep the glass!”
“You’re both so sweet. I’m baking cookies, when you two are done, come to the kitchen, I’ll have them ready.” Without letting Ted or Michael say more, the woman left, leaving them to it.
“She didn’t tell you where the broom is.” Michael pointed out, but as he looked around, he could see the house was suspicious. Something wasn’t right.
“It's just an old woman living in… an old place. Nothing to worry about it.” Ted tried to make Michael feel better as he opened some doors, trying to find the broom.
He wasn’t going to deny it, the house looked neglected. It smelled like humidity and there was dust everywhere. If someone was actually living here, it wouldn’t be like this. Constant movement would at least, leave a trail of the most used places, but this was all covered in dust.
Ted wondered if he turned on all the lights there would be more evidence of how, in fact, this was a normal home.
“Oh, I found it.” He took the broom, but given that the gloves were too thick, he had to remove them and shove them in his plastic pumpkin, with the candy. Just then he noticed that even touching the broom would stain him with dust. Taking it off the closet he saw it had some spider webs attached.
“I’m taking all the candy for myself.” Michael said as he began to pick it up. It took him a few minutes to speak again. “Isn’t it strange that she had to go back to get the candy when today is Halloween?”
There was a shadow he saw from the corner of his eye, and when he looked up at the hall, there was nothing but darkness. He wondered how dark the shadow had to be so that his own brain noticed it… Or maybe it wasn’t a shadow and just… someone else moving there.
Maybe she wasn’t alone?
“What do you mean?” Ted asked before he’d look back to start sweeping. “Didn’t the kids say that nobody comes here? Why would she have to be ready for people asking for candy then?”
“I don’t know, then why did she have candy? If nobody comes to ask, I wouldn’t buy anything to begin with.” Michael shrugged and as he put some candy in his own pumpkin, he paused to unwrap one and shove it into his mouth. To Ted’s surprise, Michael almost spat it out immediately. “What the hell is this?!”
“What’s wrong with it?” Ted moved closer to observe the candy in Michael’s hand, only to notice how it was pale and crumbling.
“I bet it has worms or something.”
“I don’t think worms would eat candy… or will come out from candy.” He made a face, sliding his hand down on the broom when he yelped, feeling pain in his hand.
“What happened?” Michael didn’t move, now he looked scared.
“I think it’s a splinter…” Ted was looking closely at his hand but the dim light wasn’t helping.
“Can you hear that?” Michael suddenly asked, but Ted wasn’t paying much attention. He was trying to remove the splinter from his palm.
“Hear what?”
“Sshh…. That. It sounds like… Whispering.” He looked at the hall and froze where he was. He could almost hear with clarity what they were saying.
“It sounds like… Crying. Someone is crying.” Ted’s voice was low, and soon enough he was almost pressing against Michael.
“I say it’s time to leave.”
“What if someone needs our help? We should do it– we are heroes after all.”
Michael shook his head. “Heroes can call the cops too. We definitely should do that and wait safely somewhere else.”
“Michael…”
“Look Teddy, this is weird. Nothing makes sense and I clearly hear someone whispering but I won’t get in there. You hear someone crying but it’s not that… And this old lady–” He wasn’t done, he also wanted to mention how Ted was now pressing against him, as if he could fuse with him, while holding him tight from his costume.
“Are you done, young men? Come, I have cookies and tea is almost done. Thank you for helping this old woman.”
The kitchen wasn’t in any better state. At least there was no dust but everything seems to be decaying. Ted wasn’t going to judge, either. He had seen rats and cockroaches around in other fancy places, so seeing a bug around in the kitchen wasn’t a surprise to him.
When he looked to his side, he saw how Michael was taking out the old lady’s candy that he had shoved in his plastic pumpkin before as discreetly as possible. Now there was a small hill of candy next to his old-fashioned porcelain plate, still full of warm cookies. It smelled good, and looked better than the candy, but he didn’t dare to touch it.
The old woman was looking away, humming a song none of them knew as she finished preparing tea.
“Do you live alone?” Ted asked, hands on both sides of his own porcelain plate. It was decorated with purple or blue flowers, he didn’t even know the exact color of them.
“Yes, I do. It’s very lonely here, so I was happy to have visitors tonight.”
Michael stared uncomfortably at Ted before the old lady would turn around to face them. With the light from the kitchen, they could see she was very old.
A sudden loud thud made both of them jolt, but the old lady only smiled as she took a seat across them on the table.
“Uh… What was that?” Ted asked, not looking away from the old woman. He could hear it again, the crying. And then another heavy thud, this time closer.
“This house is falling apart,” she sighed and shook her head calmly. She closed her tired eyes as she lifted her cup of tea, sipping it with both hands.
From the corner of both men’s eyes, they saw something small falling/dropping. When they looked at the table, they saw a few maggots wriggling around. They first thought they were coming from the ceiling but it didn’t seem like it. It was until they turned to the old lady that they saw them, fat lively maggots, squirming on the table as they fell from her rotten left arm
“You didn’t like your tea?” She asked with a crooked smile.
When Ted glanced down at his cup, what used to be a soft golden color for the tea, had turned into a small hill of maggots in dirty water. He gasped, shoving away the cup and spilling it over the table.
“Oh dear, you didn’t like it?”
The weeping was heard again, this time closer, louder. And then, another thud just behind them. When they turned around there was nothing but the dark living room, and from there, they could see weak, thin arms. Someone was dragging themselves in the darkness of the house.
A victim? Someone they kidnapped and had in the basement? A creature she made herself?
They didn’t need more of this. They both could feel their heartbeats loud and clear, if they didn’t leave that haunted house anytime soon, they’d have a heart attack before anything was able to even touch them.
There was no way they’d dare to venture further into that living room with all its darkness in order to get out of that place, so taking their pumpkins with candy inside, both jumped out the window to escape.
As they ran, they could still hear the old woman laughing, but Ted made sure to never ignore what a kid would say.
I thought of not complaining about the issue but I have things to say. It’s just a rant/vent about Blue & Gold #3 so you can ignore it.
Look, I know Jurgens is the creator of Booster Gold and I completely respect him for creating such fun character but now that I’m forcing myself to read the whole series of Blue & Gold and I have some stuff to say as a reader/fan.
I read one page only and there’s something that already bothers me. It could be (probably) that I’ve read many stories with the same “problem” but I find it kind of annoying. I know there’s people who can be this dumb out there but society as a whole thinking every new creature they see is a “hero” and them talking out loud about it- feels very cliché. Not modern. But I don’t know, it has been years since I’ve been out.
I have nothing to say about this. I know we would have to start from 0 and make new readers know that Booster really wants to be in the Justice League and that he is poor af, and he is trying his way through this world but I don’t know if writing/drawing the same is a smart move?
like for the 238478293 time? I think there are other options to make them not have the place without making Ted go broke again.
I feel this robot thing was unnecessary. Like... You know.... Forcing some hetero stuff in every single thing of this run. Why it’s needed for Skeets to see the other one as female? Why the sudden interest? I thought in the future those things didn’t matter but seems it’s like Booster and Skeets are from the same era boomers are from.
Theresa...? Mm... Theodore. Theresa. MMMMM.....
I honestly thought this comic was a reboot but reading this makes me think this is somehow a continuation. So if this is a continuation of old comics, why would Booster act like a very reckless young self, very obsessed about being in the JL and chasing fame? I know he has to pretend but he is actually putting a lot of effort into all this but it seems off? Doesn’t make much sense.
Only positive thing about this issue: Ted has his own version of Skeets.
Which makes me think of Gold Beetle, ofc! <3
“People see Booster as a joke because he makes a lot of mistakes. But a lot of super-people make a lot of mistakes. What separates Booster from the rest, what makes him more of a hero than most, is that he doesn’t hide the mistakes. Booster is Booster is Booster. So yeah, he's a joke but aren't they all? At least this one's funny.”
So in the Teen Titan Go episode, “That’s What Up” where Ted and Booster show up at a clam bake together, they’re actually only allowed to be happy together for a second before the clam bake is shut down.
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