“Too bad, you need to sleep here now. I can’t seem to sleep without you anymore.” I think would be cute with roseright 👉👈
I'm so sorry for allowing your request (and the many more) to wait for so long. I also thought you asked for Grumpy Old Men too but I must've accidentally got rid of it or you never asked.
Whoopsie but I do hope you don't mind both ships to make up for it.
Down below was the original request qnd the post (Here) creativepromptsforwriting on Tumblr
“I personally like it, but you do look silly like this.” Would work with grumpy old men I think?
“Too bad, you need to sleep here now. I can’t seem to sleep without you anymore.” I think would be cute with roseright 👉👈
RoseRight
Right stood beside the edge of his bed, anxiously trying to pull himself together but winced a little at how embarrassed he felt about it.
“You. You said you needed me?”
The shame persists when a soft voice calls out, waiting for his response, yet curious on what it may be, her reason to be here.
“Where do you want me to put them for you?” She tacks on.
He sucks in a breath. For all his wants and desires had easily overpowered his logic.
It was her. Ellie.
The peculiar reason why he couldn't sleep. By the door she stood, holding close to her chest were thick blankets and soft pillows, and it was all that he needed for the night.
He wants her for her comfort, for him to be sweetly wrapped up in her soft arms. A light in the darkness. As it'd begin to terrify him.
“Yes, I do” He stiffly admits. “I've been struggling to sleep lately”
Though he won't say it outloud.
However concern is made obvious by her expression, and he doesn't like it, instead feeling guilty that she can be so worried about him.
“Oh. What does that have to do with me though?”
“Everything” Right grumbles, flustered, motioning to her with his hand.
“Excuse me?” Ellie tilts her head with a pouting frown. “I don't remember doing anything to you. I keep to my own lane like everyone else here”
“That's it you hadn't done a thing”
“What?”
“Your entire existence drives me mad”
The words left her to stare up at him as he comes to terms with what he spills in a moment of weakness.
“Besides that, I know this is weird but can you stay the night with me”
In the middle of the room, against the back wall, was a queen bed that can fit the two easily and have plenty of room for them to not be squished together.
Though he wouldn't necessarily mind feeling her heat.
“For the company” Yet he was quick to reassure after seeing her tense, “Only for a while. Nothing more”
“How can I be so sure?” She asked in a tone Right couldn't detect whether it was meant to be accusatory or not as she tilted her head with a smirk.
Right was going to open his mouth to say something, defend himself and his pride. Though Ellie swiftly beats him to the punch. In order to bring him down to earth with her.
“Thought so, heh. I knew you liked me, didn't you” What she's doing is teasing him, the heat rises in his face. “What if I say no? What will you do then?”
“Too bad, you need to sleep here now. I can’t seem to sleep without you anymore”
Although more blunt than he would've intended it, she snorted, amused, “Uh huh. So would you want me to cuddle up with you too? If you like, I can be the big spoon”
Right rolls his eyes but smiles, taking a careful step closer. “Yes, that would be fine. Thank you”
She grabs his hand.
Grumpy Old Men (They're not old here but I wanted to write about their relationship's earlier years & mentions of kiddo Johnny)
Quentin wasn't used to this style of outfit.
“I couldn't say no to the kid. It would've hurt his feelings” He mumbles, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. The shirt was snug in certain areas, around his stomach yet wasn't uncomfortable. It was bearable.
“He was so proud of himself. Saw it in the stores’ window and thought of you”
When turning away from the mirror, he saw Hershell staring him up and down, puzzled just as well with the article of clothing.
“Definitely your son. Neither one of you has a sense of fashion”
Rolling his neck, Quentin took another glance at his reflection from the back this time.
It was a bright Hawaiian button up shirt with a rainbow floral print. But his heart did swell a little at the sweet gesture from the kid.
“I personally like it, but you do look silly like this” Hershell chuckled, motioning with grabby hands for the man to come closer.
“Not saying it's bad. It's what I expect from a nine year old”
“C'mon. You love it”
Two large hands gently hold onto him, thumbs pushed into his hips, and rubs soothing circles.
Hershell clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “You do look nice. Really handsome” Slyly moving a hand up on Quentin's chest, fingers trailing across the buttons.
“Thank you” He shrugs, still expressing uncertainty. “Don't know when I'll ever wear this”
Now there's a mighty guilt in the sense he won't find the occasion or the drive to even wear it.
Which made it worse that the kid had a strong admiration for him. Quentin had no idea as to why and it worried him a lot.
“You'll find the best time for it so don't feel bad” A light nudge at his side was a reassurance to Quentin. “I can find a way to show this off for you”
Exhaling exasperated, Quentin shrugs the man off. “Oh, you would, wouldn't you?” He eyes the man, returning the interest in the offer.
Hershell took it up and leaned down to his level, soft lips met in a passionately deepened kiss.
"Go away. Leave" Stuck in an unfavorable situation caused by the other Charles let's out a muffled hiss, arms crossed over his chest, "You shouldn't be here"
Awkwardly stiff in posture Charles didn't nudge a bit when uneasily watching the Toppat member circle around, observing him from head to toe.
"C'mon, Char Char. You ought to be nice to me here. After everything I've done for you. I thought a lil' visit would help after we've been separated for so long?"
"We can get caught, Henry. It wouldn't end well for either one of us and most certainly you" Charles spat out, strictly keeping it professional, the stern aloofness of any dull soldiers stayed with a vengeance that in Henry's opinion he never could begin to enjoy. "I told you I wanted this to end the last time we met up. You're testing your luck again"
In respect he kept up a near respectively practiced carefree attitude Henry strutted over to the standoffish military pilot, "And who's fault would that be, hm?"
"Yours"
Then he ran his cold flat hand on Charles' hip, sliding underneath the many layers of thick layers to feel the soft, warm skin. He could obviously see the scars alongside the colorful love bites he inflicted on the other still in his twisted pride brought him mild satisfaction. During their last meeting months prior he took the pilot by surprise, greedily attacking the other's bare neck with hickeys that now already faded to near non-existence. Each time managing to draw crimson blood, often metallic in taste, long tongue greedily up lapping the dripping mess craves to experience it once more. What he'll do to taste the man again however before the recruit can satisfy his urges, his hand was harshly slapped away, his partner's large eyes glared directly into his unwavering soul, remaining unforgiving about the harsh action done.
"You do know we can't continue to do this?"
"Sweetheart… Baby, please relax. It's me, your Hen. My bosses won't know nor your general either. You'll feel much better if we get this started, I know it" He said simply, ignoring the stinging feeling in his hand.
"Oh really? You're so sure about that, Hen?"
Nodding silently Henry knew his ranking in the clan as the newest, most impressive recruit ever seen he would be trusted just enough to not be suspected in starting up a secret, forbidden relationship with the enemy. For Charles though it was different as he was the best pilot the military has to offer then there were people, the general, his friends wouldn't have been expected from him it hurt too much to do such a cruel betrayal.
"… Let's get this over with then…" Charles tiredly mutters, "... You want me, I can see that from a mile away…"
"Charles. At least be happy that I'm here. That we're together"
"I am. I'm happy to be here with you… I need you. I love you... I worry we will get caught one day. I can't stand the looming possibility that everything we worked so hard respectively might be yanked from under our feet. I don't want to be separated from you"
Bending down to be at Charles' eye level, Henry calmly reassured, holding the man's soft cheek in hand, "We won't. I make sure of it"
"Alright. That's good" Closing the gap, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Henry decided to tangle his fingers in Charles' curly hair. Charles loosely wrapped his arms around the taller man's shoulders. Pulling apart, breathing heavy on both ends and flushed, the pilot's icy exterior decided to melt. Knowing full well they were treading on thin ice together he finally attempted to savor every single moment. It never felt enough for them so Charles took the initiative and clawed at the Toppats' fine, midnight suit wanting more to actually feel his comforting presence.
"You're amazing, Charles. I love you"
Then peppering kisses all over Henry's face, Charles genuinely grinned, "You too. I love you so much"
It might be a bit tricky, but might I request a story about any of the surviving Museum Staff after TK/T4L? Some of them feeling guilty for not stopping Henry ultimately leading to the Orbital Station going up and Henry effectively ruling the world? I feel there’s a good amount of angst potential there and it’s always fun seeing the hardly discussed characters get some attention.
Heya, it's nice to see a new face so I hope your stay here is great and that you have fun. Thank you for the prompt request. My ask box is always open for anyone to flood it with anything. Apologies if this took a while, one-shots take me a while to write.
Tw/Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Supportive Friendship, Minor Violence, Mild Language, Mild Mature Content, Ambiguous Past Relationships & Ambiguous Ending (Maybe Hopeful?)
Character(s)
Kurt Dietrich
Johnny Panzer (In my interpretation or at least, for this one-shot, he's still alive)
In a run-down, dingy, local bar in town there were two men, friends since their mid teens, sitting together in a booth drinking their feelings, stresses, and overall anything they didn't want to experience down with rich alcohol.
"Can't believe that bastard went into space?" Kurt cursed, head laid on his palms, watching the TV and what's on screen nearly angered him to the boiling point. "Even the military couldn't stop him, it seems. That fucking blows"
A recent raid done by the Toppats with another failed attempt by the Military to stop them which made Kurt lose faith in ever seeing an end to the madness on earth.
"I know. But there's nothing we can do about it now. We should just leave it to the military. Hopefully they can handle that ordeal" Glancing at the taller man who was still in uniform he irritably huffs as the other continues in seemingly good spirits, "There has to be an end. You see the clan never had luck on their side for too long? More so especially with their leaders. One day their newest leader has to slip. Sooner than later, I believe"
Tensing then relaxing it was hard to believe. Henry Stickmin, known for his luck, would ever slip up. It's near damn impossible. Kurt knew this from past experiences leaving a sour taste in his mouth worse than the cheap booze he drank. What he soon felt was regret though he'll never admit to it.
"We could've. I should've at least. I had that stinken' chance and blew it. I could've lost my job, livelihood over this and he was right there so reckless in the museum"
"It's not your fault though, Kurt. Nor was it anyone else who'd worked there either. It just happened. You did your job as you could've in that situation. That's all that anyone can hope for" Johnny went to explain, shrugging his shoulders, taking in a small hesitant sip then recoiling at the bitter taste.
With his free hand, Kurt motioned over to the TV screen up above where it showed a quick shot of the Toppats' current leader, "I guess. But look at him. That Stickmin is a fucking smug ass dick thinking he owns the damn world"
"He doesn't. One day he'll simply trip over it and maybe hopefully be caught. Even better he will get punished for all his crimes"
"I can only hope. He could've seriously hurt someone. He's doing that anyways right at this very moment. He almost killed you by the way and I simply can't dare to forgive him for that neither"
"But I'm fine now. A little scar on the forehead"
"It could've been worse-"
"I get it. Jeeze. That's all I hear, y'know. You're almost as bad as my dad. All that happened is I got knocked out by a ROCK while chasing him in the cruiser"
Biting at his tongue Kurt gulped nothing then the musky air filling the constricting bar, looking down at his half empty glass contemplating something in his head.
"I care about you as a friend. Sometimes I really wish things were different. If I acted differently. If I hadn't been so damn brash and rude like I didn't care about literally anything or anyone. Maybe he'll still be here. Mushy as that sounds, I get it"
There was a slight painful understanding between them, they didn't intend to push too further on it as Johnny just shifted in his seat opposite to his friend.
"He's out there somewhere. Doing better, I hope. I know for sure that Dave doesn't truly hate you. Upset perhaps and another point he can't truly hate anyone" He calmly reassured.
Nodding silently, Kurt finished his drink in one, large gulp, "Hm. He was such a nice guy even if he anxiously chatted a mile a minute. I felt like he was desperately trying to get close to me, like he needed a friend or something, however I pushed him away in annoyance. I bet that's why he left soon after that whole Stickmin incident among the obvious reasons of course"
"Again. Don't worry about it too much. You go into a downward spiral again. He's doing fine most likely then not and maybe you didn't act nice at the time but you've changed. You're doing better too"
"Suppose so"
"One day, Kurt. Everything will change for the better. There will be a time where you'll feel satisfied. Happy even"
One day Kurt truly hopes. It may seem far fetched in his cynical eyes although he can still wish. Dream of a better life with the people he truly finds himself caring for, opening up entirely to without shame, and for once starting to live out a more fulfilling life. Though he tends to stay realistic, taking one baby step at a time. So he called it a night, not drinking away his issues when cracking an amused smile at his old friend.
Request: I have a comedy request if your interested. Basically something happen and certain characters has switch bodies with each other.
This one-shot was really fun to write down even though body swaps aren't my favorite trope usually. Now I decided to do this with background characters and a rather unique duo, Quentin & Rupert. I always wanted to explore their dynamic as I do have a somewhat set thing for the pair.
Tw/Tags: Body Swap, Magical Accidents, Attempt At Humor, Mild Insulting Language, Platonic Relationships, Developing Relationship, Getting To Know One Another, Character Development, & Minor Worldbuilding
Trying to keep his cool Quentin felt the strong urge to punch a hole in the culprit's face, "This is getting to be ridiculous. You better know a way to revert this or I swear"
Unnatural happenings like this weren't a common occurrence, not insanely rare but it didn't occur every day so nobody would know how to deal with it.
"It's not that bad. I can almost easily switch you guys back in no time. I swear" Henry says apologetically, stepping back, "You and him just have to wait a while, okay. Maybe a few days?"
Upon hearing the news his eye twitching involuntarily as he loudly hisses out, voice cracking in unimaginable ways, "You got to be fucking kidding me!? I do not have the time for this?! I can't be stuck in his body for however long you three dumbassses can fix it!?"
Quentin could never begin to understand why General Galeforce thought the group, Triple Threat as people call them, was ever a good idea. The three only brought reckless danger to every place they went and now everyone, even outside of them like him along with Rupert was facing the consequences of their actions.
"C'mon, Quentin. Take a chill pill, will you? This can't be as bad as you're putting it? Being in Rupert's body isn't exactly a lose situation?" Charles shrugged, far from keeping it hidden that he's finding this amusing.
"Not that bad? Are you damn serious with me? I look simply ridiculous" He explained as he motioned to his current body, a top heavy, burly young man with spiky black hair and wide orange eyes. "I look like a mismanaged porcupine who got doused with a bucket's worth of hair gel. Honestly, I can go on"
"Me too. Your body isn't a God's send either. No wonder you're so angry all the time? Being the size you are, it surely must have weighed you down for all these years?" A familiar voice, his, snapped at him, egotistical smugness making the air supervisor just squirm in his skin in growing unbridled anger.
"Ah. Hey Rups. How's it going?" Charles then asked, doing his best to have the hot headed pair not ignite yet another fight.
"Like shit" Rupert grunted, appearing disheveled, coated in sweat, clothes such as the jacket hanging off his shoulders, and by his contorted face, he's internally struggling with the entire ordeal, "Though being in his body, not the least surprised whatsoever it doesn't handle anything like heat well. Being the age and size you are"
Quickly wiping his head around, grimacing openly at the other man stuck in his body, Quentin huffed irritably, "Why you no good piece of shi-"
"Quentin. Rupert. Play nice since this isn't going to help anyone. More so the two of you" He heard Charles mutter under annoyed breath.
"Yeah. Maybe it'll help if you guys get well acquainted with one another? Since this isn't going to change any time soon" Two firm hands belonging to Ellie patted them hard on the shoulders instantly shutting the two argumentative men up, "Alright. Good to hear"
"Hmm. I have this guy. Gadget Gabe who likely knows how to handle this. Give me some time to figure it out"
Henry reassured them in a genuine tone then they were left alone in a room to possibly settle their clashing differences. They never got along the moment they were introduced, often tending to butt heads. Until this precise moment where they needed to get along for their sake.
"... So… This uh... How is it like being in my body, Price…?" Sitting down in a free seat where it didn't creak under his weight, Quentin ran a hand through a new, full head of messy locks.
"It's shit. Whatcha expect?" Rupert continued with his venomous words filled with spite ensuring the headache the older man had persisted on.
"Great. Wonderful. Let me guess? It's Drake and Josh, right?"
"How did you know?"
"The horrified look on your face, the antsy attitude and how the jacket is hanging off you. Besides that I know my two can be well… Handsy with me?"
"And you're fine with that?"
Fiddling with his fingers Quentin waved Rupert over to sit next to him, "Eh. From years dealing with them. I got used to it. They don't mean any real harm from it"
Awkwardly and to Quentin's shock, Rupert sat down opposite to him stiff as a stone statue, looking elsewhere then at him.
"I'm more surprised they haven't noticed we switched bodies? Though they're constantly drunk, so really. Not too much anymore"
"If they're doing this and just a nuisance to you, why don't you get the General to rid them?"
"Don't know myself either. I. I think I've got a soft spot for them. They're good at their jobs when they're sober… And I know they're just being affectionate, that's how they communicate. Again no real harm and if I said or done something, they would've stopped"
In understandable disbelief Rupert rolled his eyes and spoke up, "I suppose. I would've booted them out personally myself"
"You didn't, I can tell. You froze up when you were handling them… I'll speak with them on the matter"
"Ugh. Not used to this, that's why?" Rupert grumbles as he runs a hand down his face, wiping the sweat off.
"I get it. I haven't had to deal with being a soldier again. It's decades since I've been a recruit. Well, I clearly wasn't expected to be on my feet constantly"
"Uh huh. That's called exercise. At least you're able to handle it. Your in my body so that helps"
"Son of a… Shut up" Quentin gripes. "We're not going anywhere"
"Going somewhere? As they said we got all day, a couple of them exactly to better know one another?"
"Fuck"
Already feeling drained from his energy, tense conversation leaving Quentin to gulp as he puts up a good enough face to make it through the remaining day.
For writing prompts, I’m a sucker for fluff. Maybe a scene when Charles wakes up on Doctor Vin’s boat after his first augmentations, please? She has to calm him down and assure him he’s safe, like she did with Henry. I wished we’d seen Doctor Vin more so I like writing/reading stories with her in them.
Heya, thank you so much for the prompt. I tried my best and it may not be entirely what you asked for initially but again I hope you and anyone else enjoys it.
Tw/Tags: Minor/Past Violence, Mild Body Horror, Major Character Injury, Near Death Experiences, Cybernetics, Chronic Pain, Health Issues (Both Mentally & Physically), Heavy Angst, Some Attempted Fluff, & Hurt/Little To No Comfort
All Charles woke up to nowadays on a forsaken boat in the middle of the large ocean with strange new faces among a stern blond doctor was excruciatingly debilitating pain. His entire body itself was nothing more than a lifeless corpse when his saviors found him bobbing in the ocean close to drowning near the debris of his shot plane, barely clinging on. Not too long ago although he couldn't figure the exact time anymore with his brain going into shock he had been brutally attacked by a so-called old friend with an odd contraption of his, feeling the nasty aftereffects acting like a gluttonous parasite eating him whole. His limbs even slowly his spine too are getting the brunt already being far too damaged to be saved. What he felt was phantom pains are what the doctor calls them.
"I'm fine, doctor. I have to get out there and soon"
A gloved hand stops him, palm laid flat on his chest and easily pushing him back into the stiffly uncomfortable bed. "You can't. I won't allow you"
Helpless. It made him so incredibly angry. No, it left him sad. Fat, ugly tears wanting to break free, he fought against it and everything else thrown his way the doctor included who was just as small as he was in size trying to keep him down. Her only advantage was that he was without limbs, even the ones she gave him were swiftly taken away. In the doctor's observant eyes he wasn't trusted just yet with them where this moment for a fine example simply proved her case.
"Why can't I?!" He loudly demanded with a spat, his youthful face contorted into an ugly sneer, "You already fixed me. It's been weeks, longer than that, I believe. I should be out there again. I have things I should be doing?!"
"Even though I gave you the newest and most advanced cybernetics I have on my person and even this ship. You can't. You haven't recovered completely just yet in my honest opinion. You're sick in more ways than you seem to realize"
Charles heaves a disgruntled sigh, staying motionless, heavily disagreeing with that one despite hovering over on the fine line between life and death so close to losing; he needed to find a way to stop the chaos before it were to start up again.
"I'm fine. Good as I can ever get here, really. So as I told you beforehand I. I can't stay in one place for too long. They'll get me. He will, I know it and I have to be the one to stop him" His red rimmed eyes locked with her grey, pleading to be heard for once in his life.
"I can strongly assure you that you're safe here on my boat with me and my staff. We keep to ourselves most often then not and we choose to have no alliance with any side"
"Oh, r-really… Are you sure?"
"I am" She calmly reassured, giving the disheveled man a comforting pat on the shoulder as she stood up, "I know you're upset. Strongly so. I would be if I was in your current state. But you've been here with us for nearly five months or more, almost half a year, and nobody came to find you"
"Ah. That. That's good, I guess" A flash of hurt swept across his face until he turned to stone, turning his attention onto the ceiling above.
"And you can stay here as long as you want… I can't force you to do much of anything. I can only advise you as a fully licensed doctor to take it easy. Let me help you instead of fighting with me"
Reluctantly, an agreement was formed and in the corner of his blurry gaze Charles saw the doctor about to leave him alone with his thoughts. Not able to bear the idea, he shifted, head cocked over.
"Doctor, may I …" He spoke with an evident struggle, his voice crackling robotically, "... May I ask you something?"
The blond stalled, unsure what to expect, turning to face him, answering politely as she can muster, "Sure. Go ahead"
"Stay with me. For a while, maybe. I don't want to be alone"
Startled, the doctor stumbled on her feet hearing the wounded man beg for her to stay, shocking her until she professionally composed herself not a second later.
Writing prompt potentially? I just read your Suave/Radman fic with baby Henry. It was sweet. But if the overthrowing happened before Terrence could step down, what would it be like? Hopefully Terrence doesn’t die like he apparently did in the game. Maybe hurt protecting Henry or Randy, but doesn’t die. And hopefully they’d all make it out together and keep being a family.
Hey, apologies for the delay but besides that it makes me feel really happy that you enjoyed the fic so much. I always wanted to explore their relationship together and with baby Henry thrown in the mix to be extra sweet. Now when I received this question, it got me really thinking as I already had an idea about something similar brewing in mind.
Now to answer the question a bit more thoroughly, if Terrence was overthrown before being able to step down as leader, he would've still managed to tell Randy to leave with baby Henry to some place safe. Stepping down would've been much easier for Terrence, what he would've planned to do, whereas overthrowing a leader no matter how good or bad they were was never a clean, simple occurrence. It would be unjust surely when it came to Terrence in particular even if he might not be the best. He was a leader trying his best yet with jealousy and lies slandering him all over. It wasn't easy nor did anyone have his back when it finally happened.
I will say this now as a minor spoiler, neither Terrence, Randy, and Henry will get too seriously hurt or worse, or even die here as I will make absolutely sure this will be a happy story for the small family.
For the Fic, Baby Boy Of Ours in question being stated here in the given ask. Here is the link ((●)) for anyone who wants to read it and know more.
Down below is a little snippet/one-shot that I thought up now for the idea, I hope you all enjoy it. It's just to give you, readers an idea what I may put in as a sequel fic.
Tw/Tags: Minor Violence & Injury, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Blood, & Ambiguous/Hopeful Ending
Everything crumbled before him. It was all Terrence's fault, he knew that. His family could've gotten hurt because of him, what makes it worse, they could have been dead the more he thought about it. A worryingly sickening thought. Yet they, his little family were thankfully saved, able to escape into thin air just in time. Unlike them, he wasn't so lucky, caught in the war, gone for months on end fighting for his life. When he managed to get out, he was drenched in his own blood, severely injured, and mentally drained as he found them again in their secret safe house.
"I… I'm so sorry…" Terrence rambled, just broken hearted, his voice crackling, unashamedly wiping the tears, snot, sweat, and even blood into one, big disgusting mess on his face.
"Terri. Baby. Dearie" His partner sighs, "Please. Don't cry. We're safe now. All of us so we don't have to worry about them anymore. Henry will finally have a normal life now"
A smooth hand then cupped Terrence's wounded face, being extremely careful to not agitate the jagged lacerations that started from the forehead right above the blackened eye down to the sunken cheek.
"B-but. But the w-wall… Reginald... He will…"
"He's nothing to us. Won't do anything to us now. He got what he wanted and let him and those uptight asses be. They get what they deserve later, I know it"
Feeling the soft fingers meant to play the most beautiful instruments, the piano was Terrence's favorite, brushing through the knots in his matted hair, he forgot his troubles for the moment easing into the man's comforting presence.
"Let me help you, okay? You did all you can do to keep Henry and me safe. And that's enough. Let me help. Let us be a family again"
