#Waiting time

[jalicefanficblog]

If you're still taking requests, why not write a Kim Possible fic where Ron and Felix (the guy in a wheelchair who first appeared in the "Motor Ed" episode) are forced to clean up their clothes at a nearby laundromat? As if they've gotten dirty because a passing car stained them with mud or something like that 😋

AN: I like this Idea and it took me a while to finish it ^^. I hope you like what i made out of your Idea :-)

Once upon a Time in a Laundry Salon

“If life gives you a dirty situation - just ask for some money for a laundry salon. No really, no joke. It's one of the best investments of your life. Not only do you get well-washed clothes and a trip in the dryer for the washed clothes… sometimes you also have the coolest and most interesting encounters and conversations!” - Ronald Stoppable held the front door to the local laundromat open, so that Felix Renton could enter the entrance area of ​​the shop in his wheelchair.

Luckily, this small place was handicapped accessible and it was easy to get in with the wheelchair (which Felix had modified, he could even float several meters above the ground in his mobility device) and of course a normal wheelchair, washing and drying clothes was a way for these people to quickly get what they needed done.

“Did you get this wisdom from a fortune cookie? Do they now have fortune cookies at Bueno Nacho?” - Felix asked amusedly and rolled a few steps in front of Ron, a bag of dirty clothes on his lap.

The two boys had been to a game exhibition in the neighboring town of Middletown.

There were a few matches, you could buy exclusive merchandise and test the latest games from the manufacturer and have a good time in the fan community.

It had happened spontaneously that Ron and Felix went to the event together. They had talked about video games over lunch at Bueno Nacho in the presence of Kim and Monique and a certain series had given the boys so much input to talk about that it seemed like they were only talking about it and Monique said that if you keep on talking our ears off, then go to the neighboring town next Saturday, there's an event from the manufacturer… and Ron and Felix were very excited about it… Felix's mother had brought them here in the car at lunch and would pick them up again in about 2 hours.

This detour to the laundromat was not included in the program. Because when the two boys were walking along the main street and were actually going to have dinner in an Italian restaurant after the game manufacturer's event, a pizza… or pasta… or tiramisu… the boys hadn't been able to agree yet and in the middle of the discussion about whether pizza couldn't be dipped in tiramisu and whether it would taste fantastic… a car driving too fast and too close to the sidewalk had caused the boys' pants to get dirty and wet.

So what was the solution to avoid waiting in wet clothes until Felix's mother arrived? Exactly, you look for the nearest laundromat and try to limit the damage.

"No, no fortune cookies at Bueno Nacho. But there's a lot of truth in that saying! My dad met my mom in a laundromat," replied Ron, answering Felix's question before the young man also went inside the shop.

The two boys were not the only people who needed a tumble dryer and a washing machine that evening.

And they were not the only ones standing there in their underwear either. Ron had put his dirty pants in the bag that Felix had with him and while the boy in the wheelchair was looking for some change, Ron looked for a washing machine that was at Felix's eye level.

Because despite the wheelchair there was another problem that Ron only now really recognized.

"Um… do you need help with your pants, right?" - said Ron, scratching the back of his head with his hand and casting a helpless glance at the dirty pants of the boy who was really damn good at video games.

"As high-tech as my wheelchair is, it unfortunately can't help me with that problem, Ron. And I can't feel anything below my stomach area… could be difficult," - said Felix with a hint of sarcasm and obviously took it with humor that Ron seemed a bit clueless.

“No problem, I can help you!” - said Ron and first threw his pants, which were in the bag, into the open drum of the washing machine before helping Felix take off his pants so that they could also end up in the machine.

The two boys talked about all sorts of things during the process of helping Felix take off his pants, joked around and had to pull themselves together not to laugh out loud when the businessman two washing machines away was talking on the phone… because the businessman had just had a small argument with his wife, about whether the house cat should get its own Christmas tree or not.

And the wife in question is clearly of the opinion that the cat deserves it.

“Well, buddy, what do you think? Do you need also a Christmas tree of his own, Rufus?”, grinned Ron, whose pet Rufus had meanwhile moved from his jacket pocket to his shoulder. Rufus grinned enthusiastically and Felix couldn't suppress a quiet laugh.

“Sounds like he's excited. Say, Ron, can I ask you something?”, said Felix after Ron turned on the washing machine and the quiet rattling filled a brief silence.

“Sure! What's it about?”

“How come your pants keep slipping down...like you loose them?”

“Oh…did Kim tell you? It happens all the time on missions! So damn annoying”

But unlike what Ron had expected, Felix didn't laugh at him. He was completely understanding and was simply interested in the background story of why Ron's pants slip down so often in the most inconvenient situations.

“Don't worry, Kim didn't say anything, it's like… a running gag, a joke… but I don't think it's funny… it must be really stupid when you know, okay, my pants don't like me,” - Felix said again with a grin, assuring Ron that he was on his side and that something like that could happen to anyone.

“Thanks Felix… you're one of the few who sees it that way… cool of you,” - Ron gave Felix a grateful high five and the boy was no longer used to anyone other than his BFF Kim telling him that it wasn't funny… his pants problem. He himself took it with humor now and laughed about it, but it was really impractical.

“I'm so cool - and cool on wheels!” - Felix laughed once and swung his wheelchair in a circle so that, thanks to years of practice, he could brake it precisely and look really cool at the same time.

Rufus applauded, impressed, and Ron also thought that was really cool of Felix.

“Can your wheelchair take my math test on Monday?” - Ron wanted to know in all seriousness.

“Sorry Ron, my wheelchair can’t help you with that,” grinned Felix and the quiet beeping of the washing machine told the boys, that the dirty clothes had now been cleaned and just needed to go in the dryer.

Ron took on this task and a few moments later had the no longer dirty but wet pants and socks in his hands and was now looking for a free dryer.

“Urgh…why is it so high?”, Ron complained and Felix had an idea. His wheelchair had recently built a prototype for floating/flying and it was still a bit chaotic…but maybe it would help Ron not to feel so bad about his pants problem.

“Jump on! I have an idea!” - said Felix and Ron sat on Felix's lap and a panicked "Aaaaah Shit" escaped Ron as Felix's wheelchair wobbled a little and damn wobbly a few meters in the air, and so Ron was not only able to reach the dryer which was higher up, but also put the wet clothes in there and switch on the technical device.

A few moments later the dryer rattled away and showed the two friends that they only had 40 minutes left in the room.

And the two boys used this time to chat about all sorts of things.

Ron sat down on a chair next to Felix's wheelchair and the two realized that they had other things in common besides their passion for video games.

Not being the norm at school, being a bit of an outsider and a loser, and both had a humorous, slightly silly way of being and when the beeping machine announced after 40 minutes that the laundry was now dry, Ron wanted to get up and use the small chair to get the two pairs of pants and socks out, but Felix got there first and used his wheelchair again to hand Ron his things a few moments later. He slowly landed on the floor again and Ron put the now dry and slightly warm pants and socks back on.

“Would you be so kind and help me again?” - Felix asked after Ron had slipped into his shoes and Felix demonstratively held up his pants and socks with his right hand.

“Of course! Rufus? Sock duty?” - Ron said helpfully, while Rufus took his task very seriously and helped Felix get new socks.

When Ron, with Felix's help, had returned the trousers to the man and stood up - the two left hands of the young people touched and Ron felt as if he had received an electric shock… but not in a negative way… it was… intensely beautiful and suddenly there were butterflies in Ron's stomach, flapping their wings excitedly.

Part of him wanted to pull his hand away from Felix's hand… but the boy in the wheelchair, almost with presence of mind, gently stroked the fingers of Ron's hand with his fingers.

So Ron did not pull his hand back and just gave Felix a brief smile. He knew not what that meant…he didn't know if Felix's gesture was purely positive friendship or if there was more to it…something Ron had never thought of.

Just as Ron was about to open his mouth and say something to lighten the mood, Felix's cell phone rang and with his free hand Felix unlocked the cell phone and made a quick call to his mother.

His hand remained on Ron's and suddenly Ron felt somehow warm…as if he had just done a round in the dryer himself.

"…okay, we'll be there in five minutes, see you soon, Mum" - with these words Felix ended the conversation and looked at Ron.

"You were right, Ron…a laundromat is really a special place" - Felix squeezed Ron's hand once, almost as light as a feather, and winked at him.

And Ron's cheeks took on a delicate pink tone and he returned the wink, which made Felix giggle quietly.

And the giggles were almost as exhilarating , as winning a video game. Except that… whatever was going to happen between him and Felix now would be happening in real life.

And who knows… maybe these unplanned visits to laundromats , would be one of those things, that would teach them more about themselves?

Because Felix and Ron couldn't deny their developing feelings.

Something that Rufus clearly understood too, and he would put his matchmaking skills to good use , the next time the young people met.

THE END

[noodyl-blasstal]

Time Maths

It's day 23 of @taznovembercelebration and I got "5 things". Read below or on Ao3. Missed yesterday? Catch up here.

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"Taako! We have to leave!"

"No we don't."

"We're going to be late, love."

"Nuh uh! That's a lie Mr Reaper Man and you know it." Taako glares.

Kravitz wishes he didn't look so hot doing it... Maybe they did have time for a quick change to the schedule...

"We've got 40 minutes before the first possible check and, frankly, the hotel is not ready for us.”

“I definitely booked the room. Would you like me to check the reservation?”

“Woooooaaaaaah, slow down. Taako means that they’re not ready for this.” Taako wraps an arm around Kravitz’s waist, pushes their hips together, and indicates dramatically. “They’re not ready for us! Also, there’s no requirement to be there for check in as soon as it opens, that’s just the earliest possible arrival time."

"But what if there's..." Kravitz doesn't get to finish.

"... Traffic?" Interrupts Taako. "Traffic in your personal rift in space which instantaneously takes you literally anywhere?"

"I..." Kravitz isn’t entirely sure how to dispute that. It’s not a thing, but also, what if this time is the first time it ever ever happens and they’re just unlucky and they don’t get to the hotel until 15:05 instead of 15:00. His sentence lies, barely started, definitely unfinished and Kravitz can tell Taako smells blood in the water.

“... So why, Kravitz, beloved, handsome husband, why are you trying to bully poor, sweet, innocent Taako into leaving so early?” Taako makes a big show of pretending to be distressed, worrying his hands, checking his watch.

It’s a fair question, is the problem. Taako’s right to ask it, but now Kravitz has to answer, and Taako’s going to pull the face where it means he’s loving Kravitz even harder because he’s just done something particularly stupid and honestly that’s not a bad outcome, but Taako might also choose to tease Kravitz about it at a later date and that is a bad outcome because Kravitz’ll get flustered and Taako’s going to have even more ammunition to love him harder and tease him harder. Maybe Taako’ll understand his logic though.

“We have to put our coats on and get our bags, and that doesn’t even account for our shoes, the shoes are a whole thing.” Taako’s shoes are a whole thing because Kravitz just summons his, but there’s no need to lay blame at anyone’s door.

“Uh huh. How long’re we adding for that, bones?”

“20 minutes.” Says Kravitz quickly, because he’s done the maths, he knows.

Taako looks pointedly at the suitcase and coat piled neatly together in the corner of the room.

“... and then it takes time to summon my scythe. So that’s another five minutes down.”

Taako arches an eyebrow. “Five minutes?”

“Maybe three, but I’m rounding up.” Kravitz says, like this is completely logical, because it is. He’s checked, it’s science and no one can tell him any different.

“That’s 25 minutes. Quick maths. So where’s the rest coming from?”

“We have to say goodbye to the house.” Kravitz nods emphatically.

Taako nods too, he does it with Kravitz every time.

“And that’s coming in at…?”

“Five minutes.” Says Kravitz, because even though it’s probably a bit less it’s better to have some built in time, you know, just in case.

“Thirty minutes.” Says Taako.

“Then there’s the thinking of the destination bit…” Taako opens his mouth to ask, but Kravitz has hit his stride now. “...which is three minutes.”

Taako’s mouth is a very thin line which means he’s trying not to laugh, but it doesn’t matter because Kravitz has started and therefore he will finish. Taako asked, it’s fine.

“Two minutes for holding your arm, because I like it when we get to walk together.”

Taako’s face softens, eyes crinkling at the corners, mouth relaxing from the laughter that was trying to bubble up. “I like that too, handsome.”

“Then five for travel. Just because you don’t know what’ll happen. I know you think it’s instantaneous, but what if there’s a time delay and we just don’t realise? Have you ever thought of that?”

“Cha’boy has a feeling you have, often and regularly and all of the time.”

“Travel maths is important.”

“It sure is.” Taako replies. “You’ll be glad to hear I’ve finished shoving everything I could possibly need into my suitcase.”

Taako holds up an empty bag.

Kravitz snorts, loudly. “Is that just an interdimensional rift which links to our closet?”

“It’s just an interdimensional rift which links to our closet.” Taako confirms, looking not even a little bit embarrassed. “Seemed more practical.”

Kravitz takes his turn at the fond smile.

“But it means cha’boy’s ready to go and boy does this arm need holding, if only there were someone here who might be able to help?” Taako sticks his arm out and looks sadly at it, lamenting the lack of man attached to it.

Kravitz steps forward, grinning. “We’re doing it out of order, I haven’t got my bag or the scythe yet.”

“Does that mean an extra hmmmm, thirty three minutes of hand holding time?” “Oh…” Says Kravitz quietly. “Oh! Yes! Yes it does!”

He escorts Taako to his suitcase, summons his scythe, and says “Goodbye house!” in time with Taako.

“So that was a solid 30 seconds.” There’s no heat in it.

“Just you wait!” Kravitz says, and thinks hard of their destination, really takes his time to focus on the hotel, on the entry way he’s seen videos of, and tears a hole in space.

They walk arm in arm into bright sunlight Kravitz’s case rolling neatly beside him, Taako’s bag hanging off his spare arm.

“So here we are.”

“Here we are, and only 36 minutes early for check in.”

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Hey, hey you? Yeah! You! Wanna read tomorrow's prompt? You can find it here.

[the-cricket-chirps]

Paul Binnie

Waiting Time (Matsutoki)

2009

[noodles-and-tea]

Haha… yeah… that’d be crazy…

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[mias-back-from-the-dead]

tbh i think the funniest phenomena that's been happening in the last couple years is "youtuber, having gone too deep into the research hole, has been made an investigative journalist against their will"

[sherurose]

[evercelle]

it was all so simple then

[dont-look-down-blamer]

Forest Hill Chase

Oct 26, 2024

[kimquatz]

process of drawing an OC: - you design them - you get attached to them - their hair gets bigger without you realizing it

[viorhysealberia]

pokemon fans when they have to wait another year for the next big game with no major releases in-between

[christmasxmas]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i don't want these two characters to kiss per se. it is merely imperative they be handcuffed together and tossed into the wilderness to encounter great perils & tribulations (whilst chained to each other's side)

[g3othermal3scapism]

rose tyler visiting home wearing tshirts from artists and tours that havent happened yet or tv shows that dont exist yet and everyone thinking she just has weird obscure music taste and is rly weird. its 2006 rose tyler walking down the street and everyone who glances at her shirt is thinking ‘who in the fuck is olivia rodrigo and where did this girl get a 2024 tour shirt’

[canisalbus]

✦ I've been saving all my summers for you ✦

[soapbbox]

A Quintesson attack leaves Megatron in need of repairs.

Let’s pretend this takes place early where Megatron isn’t incredibly paranoid about back stabbing (Starscream) yet