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ewritesthangs · 5 years ago

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Alex Høgh playing with cute little pets! He loves them and frets over them constantly. You should drabble this for me :)

oh gorl, PREPARE! also, my cat thought it was time to snuggle on my left arm. yes ON MY ARM, SHES HEAVY. HALP

You had hamsters. 3 to be exact.

1 fluffy gray one. 2 years old and still going strong. Named Chester.

1 panda bear one. 1 year old, low key loves to be out with you. Named Roman.

and 1 fluffy white and brown one. only 4 months old. still scared of pretty much everything but is still 10/10 good boi. Named Alvin for his red eyes.

Anyway.

Your boyfriend, Alex, was infatuated with how tame they seemed to be. The ones he had encountered liked to bite and try to run. But yours? They snuggled. The licked his lips, eyes, and just all around were the complete opposite.

One night, Chester was out roaming around, and so was Roman. Alex made sure that they didn’t get close to each other. Chester decided that he was tired, so he crawled up into Alex’s lap. He started scratching away at his sweats, biting softly to try to get the fabric away from that spot so he could just snuggle up to Alex’s skin. Alex chuckles, watching in awe. Chester plops down on his belly, a heavy sigh as he settles into his spot. Alex begins to softly pet Chester.

“Babe, look!” He whispers, nudging you with his elbow.

“Yes Alex.” You chuckle, being used to your boys snuggling with you.

“This is the best thing. He’s so precious.”

“Only when he’s sleeping.”

“All the time, hoe.” He playfully slaps your knee. Roman stands at attention on his hind legs, sniffing around. Like the speed of light, he is off across the couch, climbing up Alex’s leg. Alex quickly pushes Roman off his leg, causing the small creature to fall onto his back and topple over. Roman is quick to stand up on his feet.

“Oh my God! I am so sorry Ro!” He picks up the small yet chubby pet, checking him for any injuries. “You gotta be careful around the old man.”

“Daddy’s mean, isn’t he Roman?” Roman looks over to you, knowing your voice and loving it.

“I’m sorry buddy boy. Daddy didn’t mean it.” He kisses Roman all over, to which Roman uses his front paws to push him away.

“I’m gonna go put him back. Get littlest out.” You stand and grasp Roman the way you grasp all your hamsters.

“Not so rough! Don’t manhandle my middle son!”

“He’s fine, Alexander.” You roll your eyes and put the tuddy boy away. “Alvie!” You exclaim in your high pitched voice. His little head pops up, getting all excited. You slowly reach your hand in and grab him. “Come to momma. Oh, its okay littlest.” You bring him to your chest, and let him survey his surroundings.

“Be careful with my babies, wench.”

“Bite him for me Al.” You push him into Alex’s face.

“They’re fragile.”

“Chester has taken so many falls and he is still here. Been bitten on the nose twice and is still living the good life. They may be small, but they are resilient.”

“I still worry about my babies.”

“I know. You cried when Roman got bit by Chester when he was a baby.”

“I’m a dad, what do you expect? Didn’t you do the same thing?”

“That’s beside the point.”

“Hey you little wench, get away from my babies.” He swats at the general direction of your cat.

“Oh I can’t wait to see what he’s like with human children.”

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pines-troz · 8 years ago

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Sew What

Larry3k Week Day 7 - Free Day

Life at the satellite were relatively stable for the most part. Larry settled himself on the soft quaint sofa, feasting his eyes on the tantalizing text of Hollywood Wives. The robot enjoyed his time absorbing into the sensational writing of Jackie Collins or any of his favorite romance authors. Larry appreciated the moments of escapism from his routine life of time traveling to restore history. But as much as he liked being in a state of blissful solitude, the robotic diplomat had longed to share his interests with another.

“Hey Larry!”

The robot turned to see an eager Otto Osworth giving him a friendly wave as he entered inside the den. Larry found himself smiling at the boy’s presence and happily returned the wave. It was odd how the small bookworm sneaked his way into Larry’s figurative heart.

When Otto had initially joined, or rather, was abducted into the hapless Time Squad unit, Larry was put off by the boy’s upbeat attitude. He assumed that the boy would be as obnoxious and difficult to work with as the strong but inept Buck Tuddrussel, and treated the small bookworm with annoyance and undeserved contempt. But as time went by, Larry learned how Otto was vastly different from Tuddrussel. While the Texan time cop was boorish and rarely displayed any form of common sense or decency, Otto liked being around Larry, always voiced his gratefulness to the robot’s cooking, was quite clever for his age, and was a more amiable individual to be around. Once the boy had Larry wrapped around his precious finger, the machine loved the boy unconditionally and filled the shoes of his doting parental figure.

“Oh, well hello there Otto.” The robot greeted the enthusiastic boy. “Is there anything you need?”

“I was wondering if I can hang out with you?” Otto asked politely. “Tuddrussel and I were playing Battleship, but he had to leave early to complete his leg-day workouts at the gym.”

Larry briefly mused at the mental image of his muscular co-worker completing his physical routines. The sweat glistening off of his body, the heightened strength of his biceps, his robust-

“Is something wrong Larry?” Otto asked, bringing the robot back to reality.

The grey machine blinked, silently grateful that he is unable to blush. “I-it’s just some slight data configurations, nothing to worry about.” He lied, giving a nervous chuckle after doing so. Just as Otto raised his eyebrow with playful suspicion, Larry decided to rush back to the previous topic of discussion. “But I would be delighted to keep you company Otto. Why don’t you settle yourself on the sofa.”

The curly-haired bookworm beamed at the robot as he hopped on the vintage red couch next to him. Larry couldn’t help but find Otto endearing.

“Remember when we had that sewing session a couple days back?” The boy asked.

“How could I ever forget that.” Larry answered. Just before taking on their mission at the Alamo, Larry was teaching Otto how to sew sequins onto his jeans. The boy was excited to sew a unicorn pattern on his pants, but Tuddrussel rudely interrupted their bonding session. The brutish time cop insisted that Otto avoid ‘girly’ hobbies such as sewing, but the boy retaliated with his cheeky back-sassing as he curtsied to him. Tuddrussel then veered his anger towards Larry, but the robot was fortunately spared from the man’s wrath thanks to the instability alarm.

“I’m ready to start sewing my sequin unicorn on my shorts.” Otto replied, grabbing his spare pants and unicorn pattern out of nowhere.

The robot was ecstatic to learn that Otto was still interested in channeling his creativity through home economics.

“Well of course!” Larry nearly squealed with joy. “Allow me to retrieve my sewing basket and we can work on your unicorn design on the table.”

The boy joyfully raised his fists in the air as he followed the grey robot.

Later that evening, Larry was busily preparing a fanciful meal of le cordon bleu chicken and appropriate side-dishes in the kitchen. Otto was hunched over the dinner table, engrossed in his Maximilien Robespierre manga, aptly titled Reign of Terror. While the two were engaged in their special interests, a content Buck Tuddrussel waltzed into the kitchen wearing nothing but his gym shorts and a sweat-drenched towel around his neck.

“Hey guys,” The bulky man announced his presence to his teammates.

Just as Larry was chopping up carrots, he looked up to see the obnoxious object of his affections showcasing his strapping figure. The robot’s cyan eyes enlarged with lust as he used his optical features to zoom in on his co-worker’s defined abdominal muscles before gazing at his sinewy arms.

“Hey Tuddrussel, I have something amazing to show you!!”

Once again, Otto’s youthful voice broke Larry’s train of sinful thought when the boy greeted the brutish Texan.

“Don’t tell me you beat my high score on Space Invaders.” Tuddrussel pouted.

“Nope! It’s even better!” Otto replied. The boy jumped from his seat and stuck a male model pose to show off the sequinned unicorn he sewed onto his shorts.

“You can look, but you can't touch.” The boy smirked as he continued to proudly strut his stylish pants.

Tuddrussel’s square jaw dropped as he gawked in horror at the dazzling design on his friend’s shorts. “What have you done?!” He gasped dramatically.

“Demolished male stereotypes.” Otto answered with confidence. “That and I sewed this awesome unicorn onto my pants, thanks in part to Larry’s sewing expertise.” The bookworm gave a friendly wink, praising his robotic guardian.

The masculine time cop shifted his attention to his robotic partner. “You’ve been brainwashing the boy with sissy stuff?” He inquired, sounding betrayed.

“If by brainwashing you mean bonding with the boy over arts and crafts, then yes. I’ve been a terrible influence on Otto.” Larry drawled sarcastically. He clearly did not want to deal with Tuddrussel’s nonsense over primeval gender roles.

“Come on Tuddrussel, leave Larry out of it!” Otto defended the robot, standing his ground between the two ‘adults’. The fiery redhead calmly spoke to the brawny man. “Look, I love doing guy stuff with you. Whether it’s pulling pranks on each other, playing video games or working out. But I also wanna do stuff with Larry as well, even if we’re doing feminine activities like sewing! And if you have a problem with that, you can either fight me or deal with it.”

The rough and tumble time cop stared at the defiant Otto, who still kept his eyes on him with with unwavering bravery. Tuddrussel was at a loss at what to do. There was no way he could ever lay a hand on his little buddy, and it wasn’t like he could stay mad at him forever. With no other option, the brutish man swallowed his pride.

“You’re right Otto,” Tuddrussel exhaled. “I’m sorry for givin’ you guys trouble over doin’ girly things when I’m not around. And Lar, I’m sorry for snappin’ at ya like that.”

Surprised to hear an apology out of the normally unrepentant ruffian, Larry smiled at the remorseful Tuddrussel. “It’s water under the bridge.”

Otto expressed great relief upon seeing his two male figures peacefully defusing their conflict. “It’s nice seeing the two guys I love patching things up.” The boy commented as he gave both of his guardians a small, but sincere hug.

Larry looked down at the smiling boy with awe. When Otto was first brought on board, Larry dismissed the thought of being emotionally attached to him. But as Otto became more familiar with his new surroundings, he and Larry grew closer as they spent more time together. The robot extended his arm and lovingly ruffled Otto’s soft red hair.

His eyes soon drifted toward Tuddrussel’s shirtless figure. Larry soon had another round of verbal ammunition to fire.

“Dinner will be ready shortly, and I suggest you wear a shirt.” Larry stated as he walked over to the table.

The robot picked up a large navy blue sweater and threw it at Tuddrussel, who barely caught the soft clothing. The time cop inspected the sweater and flushed at the Tuddy Bear written in sparkling rhinestones. Remembering that Larry made the sweater as a special gift for him, the brutish man groaned as he begrudgingly put it on.

Once Tuddrussel fitted himself into the stylish sweater, Otto giggled and beamed up to his older friend. Larry clasped his hands in joy that his pet project was fully realized. Tuddrussel looked down at the sweater before looking back at his robotic companion with genuine fondness.

“Thanks Lar.”

“You are most certainly welcome Tuddrussel”

This is my first TS story and I hoped that this one-shot reflected the show’s overall feeling and tone.

#time squad #otto #larry #tuddrussel #larry3kweek

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