In discussion with my fellow writers and readers last year we came up with the idea of a post-Whumptober challenge fest involving fluffâŠbuckets of itâŠto apologise to all our characters for the nastiness we commit during the wonderful whump season.
And considering the shite this year has been, we need all the fluff we can get.
So the concept of FluffemberâŠerâŠFluffy NovemberâŠhas been revived. Words were needed, so here they be, one for each day of the month.
There be words, there be a tag to tag your works with. Other than that, go for it. You can choose one or many, work backwards, forwards or higglety-pigglety. There can be art, writing, papier mache, sand sculptures or sonnets. Whatever your muse desires, take it and run with it.
Note: The first week coincides with Pen & Ink week, so I expect the fluff to escalate possibly all the way to Thunderbird Five :D
Create and have fun!
Nutty
(off the edge, but learning to fly)
Above readsâŠ
Fluffember 2020
1. Bedtime
2. Rose
3. Together
4. Jacket
5. Drinks
6. Sunset
7. Picnic
8. Young
9. Familiar
10. Warmth
11. Brothers
12.Celebration
13. Sky
14. Song
15. Son/daughter
16. Bubbles
17. Trinket
18. Touch
19. Whimsical
20. Carry
21. Reassure
22. Time
23. Toy
24. Feathers
25. Rainbow
26. Heirloom
27. Cushion
28. Name
29. Fond
30. Special person
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Okay I know âcarryâ is number 20 on @gumnut-logic #fluffember2020 prompt list but Iâm not going to turn down anything the elusive muse sends my way.
So here we go. Some smol!Tracy and FishTank fluff for you
xoxoxox
âIâm tiredâ
The whine was unmistakable to the older Tracys and signaled, without a doubt, that Gordon was going to dig his heels in. In this case they dug in both metaphorically and physically as the complainer hopped up on a nearby wall and started scuffing the back of his shoes on the brickwork.
âGordon, get down from there.â Scott didnât really expect his instruction to be followed and it was no surprise to any of them when the only response was for Gordon to poke his tongue out.
The problem was they were all tired. It had seemed a good idea at the time to spend the bus fare on one last ride at the fair, one last attempt at the ring toss, one last ball of cotton candy. But now the cotton candy was just a collection of sticks clutched by John until they could be disposed of properly and the walk home, all three miles of it, felt a herculean effort to little legs.
Alan had succumbed first, a combination of the shortest legs and the deepest sugar crash meant he had only managed a half mile before being scooped up into a piggy back by Scott. That had allowed them to pick up the pace a bit on the enforced route march home but now, with Gordon flagging, Scott had no idea how they were going to make it back for curfew. It was a big responsibility being entrusted with the care of all his brothers at the fair and the last thing Scott wanted was to let his father down. Unfortunately letting him down now looked inevitable.
Virgil looked at Scott, seeing the emotions flitting across his oldest brotherâs face as he fought to keep calm; shouting at Gordon rarely helped however tempting it might be. Getting home on time meant the difference between Scott getting to go to the cinema with friends next weekend or not, he would be the only one affected if they were late. But they had all agreed to do the walk if it meant more to spend at the fair and now Gordon was putting Scottâs plans at risk.
With a sigh Virgil shrugged the backpack off his shoulders and passed it to John. It was stuffed full but fairly light being mostly filled with various plushies won on the stalls. John took the bag without complaint, heâd rather carry the bag than deal with a moaning Gordon and at least it wasnât packed full of heavy snacks any more.
âHey, you canât carry him,â Scott protested when he realised what Virgil intended to do.
âWell one of us has to. We canât leave him behind-â there was a snort from Scott suggesting that abandoning Gordon was currently a tempting prospect, prompting Virgil to shoot him a glare, âand youâve got Alan already.â
âWell you take Alan, heâs lighter.â
But Virgil was already stood in front of the wall, gesturing for Gordon to climb on. Sure it would be easier to carry Alan rather than the squid who seemed to have far more limbs than was normal and who seemed to be attempting to strangle Virgil as he got comfortable, but they were only about a mile from home. He could do this. It also hadnât escaped his attention that Scott looked about ready to drop himself, the burden of responsibility meant their oldest had walked twice as far as anyone else as he supervised toilet trips or ran off to refill water bottles. When you added in that he had carried Alan for most of the journey home Virgil wasnât convinced that Scott was really up to manhandling a wriggling Gordon at this stage of the day.
Before Scott could protest any more Virgil was striding out ahead. He wasnât going to let Scott miss out of his treat next weekend if he could help it.
***
âIâm tired.â
The figure might be many years older and the voice rather deeper but Virgil couldnât help but be reminded of the kid of all those years ago that would just flop down when heâd had enough. Â
Gordon had every right to be tired. The rescue had needed lots of legwork on the ground and Virgil had had it comparatively easy up in Two, shuttling about with the rescue cage. He certainly wasnât feeling the bone deep exhaustion that Gordon was.
As he taxied Two back into her berth and powered down a smirk played a lips. So Gordon was tired, was he? And what did he do for little brothers who were tired?
A indignant squawk rang out through the cabin.
âHey, put me down!â
While Gordon had been steeling himself for the effort that was getting out of his seat, Virgil was up and making his move. Before he was able to protest the aquanaut had been picked up and flung over one shoulder. His world tipped upside down and he beat ineffectually at Virgilâs back.
âNo can do. You said you were tired so Iâm just helping out.â
The wriggling soon stopped when Gordon realised there was no escape, Virgil was holding him too firmly in place, a skill honed from having to pick up far too many panicking rescuees over the years. Gordon resigned himself to his fate, allowing himself to hang limp as he was bodily carted back to the villa. He just hoped none of the others were around to witness his inelegant arrival.
Big massive thanks to the awesome @myladykayoâ for jumping in and writing this for me while I rest.
Day 20 of isolation on Tracy Island 2.0
 Kayo here... I was âconvincedâ to write this update by Scott...
 âWitchy has never skipped a day before in her isolation updates. We canât let her down when sheâs sick and needs her rest,â he said, using the pity card like one waves a white flag around.
âThen why donât you write it? Youâre her best friend,â I protested.
Iâm not a writer. I donât have Gordonâs knack for storytelling and exaggeration, or Alanâs naivete about life that makes his stories amusing. Scott is used to telling his brothers bedtime stories from when they were younger. Let him do it.
âI have to do office stuff...â
And then, he dared. He smiled his dimpled smile that no one on Earth and beyond can resist, except perhaps for Alanâs zombies and dead people.
âOffice stuff.â I tried to sound unimpressed but to my greatest shame, Iâm not impervious to the Dimple Kingâs magical powers and my resolve was already fading. I canât say Iâm very proud of that.
âI canât postpone it... Please?â
He knows, the traitor. He fluttered his eyelashes, putting damsels in distress to shame and waited.
I do like Witchy and I do want to help her because sheâs taking the burden of those idiots off of me when sheâs here, so I caved in... I rolled my eyes at him and made sure my face showed how annoyed at him I was. âFine, but you owe me now.â
âDeal,â he said. We shook hands and he sauntered away toward his office.
***
 Witchy was upstairs, resting (or trying to) and the others were relatively calm in the lounge, which is always a little suspicious. Personally, I would have gone to the training room to lift some weights or do a few fan forms, but I felt I shouldnât wander off too far in case someone needed a reminder not to go and bother her. I was pondering about catching up on my reading or doing some office work when Virgil arrived from the hangars holding a flat box. âI was doing some cleaning and found a bin of old toys⊠Remember that game, John?â he asked, putting the box on the lounge table.
The box was faded and something told me that it was old enough to be not only from when the boys were kids and before I arrived on the island, but before that when Jeff was young. Why he kept some of those things, I had no idea. The garish yellow colour was an assault to the eyes in itself, and the silly-looking man pictured there didnât improve things, nor were the bold red letters forming the word Operation.
John glanced up from his tablet and smiled. âAlan used to stick the tweezers on the edge and let the buzzer ring to no end until dad stopped him and gave him something else to do,â he said.
âGordon used to tap rhythms and songs with the tweezers,â Virgil added.
âDid Jeff stop him and give him something else to do?â I asked.
âHeâd wait for dad to be off with Alan to do it.â
âThen Scott would slap him upside the head,â John finished.
I barely managed not to roll my eyes. I canât say I was surprised.
Alan opened the box and peered inside. âIt requires batteries,â he commented, taking everything out.
Virgil went to fetch some in Jeffâs desk.
âAre you sure about this?â John asked.
Virgil shrugged. âItâs one way to pass time.â He smiled. âAfraid you lost your touch?â
âNot at all. Iâm trying to spare you from a crushing defeat.â
All Tracys are competitive. All of them. Even quiet, suspectless John.
âDid I hear crushing defeat? Iâm here for the show,â Gordon exclaimed, appearing from nowhere and eying the game on the table. âWanna play, Kayo?â
I laughed. âNo. Iâll take a seat in the peanut gallery,â I said, settling down in my usual launch seat. âI can handle the bank if you want.â
Let them ridicule themselves. I took the pile of false notes from him and Virgil distributed the specialist cards between the four brothers.
âSo how do you play?â Alan asked.
âYou pick a card and try to remove the part indicated on it. If you succeed, Kayo will pay you. If you fail, whoever has the specialist card can have a go and earn twice the amount if he succeeds. Whoever has the most money at the end wins.â
âSounds easy enough.â
I saw the exchange between Virgil and Gordon and I think Johnâs mouth quirked. Nothing was simple with them. Not even childrenâs games. Why do you think I was sitting away from them?
They let Alan have a go at first. He picked Water on the Knee and successfully removed the plastic bucket. It was handed to me so that I could pay accordingly. John picked the Wish Bone, but as he positioned his hand over the board, Gordon leaned over and began singing close to his brotherâs ear to try and distract him. John declared his tactic amateurish and also succeeded.
Apparently, the unspoken rules Tracy version of the game was to try and distract whoever was playing so that they failed. This included John shouting âLook out!â at Gordon at the last moment, Gordon imitating the buzzer sound each time Virgil approached the tweezers from the board, Alanâwho caught on very quicklyâinching his fingers close to the board as if he was going to rattle it when John had another go and Virgil fully integrating his youngest brother to the game by whispering something to him, which earned him a reply that I canât write here.
The rowdy game was fully underway when Scott stepped into the lounge. âWhat are you guys doing? I can hear you all the way from the office,â he complained.
âWeâre playing Operation,â Alan replied.
Scott seemed surprised. âI didnât even know we still had that. I thought you took it apart when you were ten to see how it worked, Virg?â
âAnd put it back together. Wasnât that hard.â
âWant to join us?â Alan invited him.
Scott seemed to hesitate. âI still have things to do and I should go back.â
I had to bite my lip to hold back my laughter when someoneâand I think it was Virgil!âclucked like a chicken. And as expected, Scott took the bait. He sat down next to John while I was handed back all of the money and the specialist cards were gathered and redistributed.
âHey, you canât reset it, I was winning!â Gordon protested.
âYou were not. I had $100 more than you,â Alan stated.
Gordon huffed, put the pieces back inside their respective spots, then couldnât resist playing âShave and a Haircutâ with the buzzer. Scottâs reaction was instantaneous and he reached out to slap the back of his brotherâs head twice without even missing a beat.
They all played a first round with varying degrees of success. Watching them play was more entertaining than actually playing. I began mentally assigning scores to their distraction tactics.
When it was his turn, Scott picked Writerâs cramp. The irony of the situation was not lost on me and I fought my better judgement for a whole two seconds before I decided to make a moveâI am a Tracy at heart after all... I carefully shifted my weight as he concentrated and extended my arm... then at the last moment, I poked his armpit in that one location I know will tickle him then hurried to sit back straight with my bank notes in my hand and an innocent expression on my face.
He squawked like an offended seagull, hit the side of the game and made it buzz, then looked at the nearest brother accusingly. When said brother stopped laughing long enough to say it wasnât him, he directed his suspicious eyes at me and Iâm rather proud to say that I could keep a straight face and raised an eyebrow at him in return.
John was next. He picked a card... the bread basket. He took the tweezers from Scottâs hand and didnât even try to be careful and made the game buzz in less than a second.
âHA!â Alan hooted out.
âYou didnât have to play if you didnât want to anymore,â Virgil side-whispered to him.â
âOh no, Iâm playing,â he assured him, then took one of the specialist cards in front of him and flicked it between his long fingers before handing it to me.
He manoeuvred the tweezers with surgical precision, ignoring Gordonâs heavy breathing in his ear, and dropped the plastic slice of bread into my hand. âI believe that is $2000,â he said with a smug smile.
âShow off,â Virgil muttered good-naturedly while I counted the paper slips and gave them to John.
âMy turn,â Gordon said, reaching for a card, âIt says... butterflies in the stomach.â
The four others froze more or less visibly and Scott gave me a quick side-eye. He remembered the Venom incident, my aversion for the fluttery little creeps and how I made him pay for laughing at me. I ignored him and winked at Gordon. Surprisingly, he had been my hero at the time and Iâll never forget that. But thatâs a story for another time.
Gordon extracted the item from the board without touching the edges. âOnce again, I prevailed,â he claimed triumphantly, flicking the plastic butterfly in the air and catching it a few times.
I handed him two $100 notes and of course, Gordon being Gordon tried to take them while the game piece was still in the air. He failed, the plastic butterfly ricocheted off his elbow and landed somewhere under the furniture.
Little items like that never land where you expect them, especially on carpet, especially when bouncing off sharp Tracy elbows (I think we can all agree that they are not lumpy, Lady Penelopeâs flirting techniques need a little improvement). I refused to join in on the search because, of course, too many people were there already and I was more helpful sitting in my seat with my legs crossed out of the way.
Gordon looked under the table, then moved on to the little shelf where my fatherâs bonsai tree and Lady Penelopeâs communicator picture are located. He peered underneath, sneezed loudly, then backtracked in horror.
Screeching like a banshee, he rushed out of the seating area and fled toward the kitchen, nearly knocking over poor Witchy who stood at the top of the stairs.
âI go fight a lurgy for an hour, take a moment to get something to drink and this is what I come back to?â she said, visibly unimpressed by the sight of four Tracy butts in the air around the lounge table as they scanned the carpet.
I had to disagree with her on that, it was a rather interesting sight.
âWhy is he even screaming like that, he sounds like heâs seen a ghost?â Gordon could be heard sneezing somewhere in the background and she rolled her eyes.
She strode to where he had been crouching and bent down and sighed. âJust as I thought... Scott, you forgot to close the office door again,â she said, reaching out and picking up Buddy the bearded dragon from his hiding spot before he scampered away.
She removed the plastic butterfly from his mouth and cradled him close. âI donât want a repeat of last time when I had to get him in the ventââ
Witchyâs eagle eye spotted the twitch in Johnâs face instantly and he held her gaze, doing his own version of the Tracy smile to placate her. They did that fascinating wordless exchange established couples seem to be able to do for a moment and then, she then turned to me, noticed the fake bank notes in my hands and threw me a disappointed: âYouâre encouraging them?â
I immediately pointed at John to defend myself. âHeâs winning,â I said.
âIf I draw brain freeze, Iâll be able to get you a lifetime supply of socks that donât roll down. Think about it,â he deadpanned.
She looked at us as if we had lost our mindsâshe might be rightâthen stormed off with the dragon.
I guess I should go check on Gordon now. And probably make a new batch of soup as a peace offering.
Authorâs note: Shave and a Haircut is what âthat knock on the doorâ is called.
Itâs Fluffember! and almost a year since I posted my first fanfic!
Thanks to Whumptober, Iâm not going to be able to complete this challenge (so worn) but Iâm going to try do some (Aim of 4, one a week seems reasonable and more my pace). Iâm setting myself the additional challenge of them being in the wereVirgil/transforming Tracy AU, because Iâve not written the AU for so long and itâs can be such a nice fluff AU.Â
So here is the first post. Starting at the start with Day 1 and some naughty young Tracy boys. Enjoy!
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Bedtime followed a set routine for Tracy boys, except for that one night of the month. Virgil had no choice in the matter, he would change at the rising of the full moon and no one could tell the werewolf to go to bed. The moon gave him an unnatural energy that he just had to run off and on the few occasions his father had tried to confine him to his room, it had only resulted in furniture getting damaged and broken. Virgil's wolf instincts couldn't be swept under a rug because he was human most of the time.Â
So bedtime during the full moon was non-existent for Virgil, which was fantastic to a young boy. He did get some sleep during the night but he was always exhausted the next day. Some days it was so bad that Dad allowed him to stay home âsickâ. His brothers weren't always understanding about it, complaining that they never get to stay at home when they are âsickâ. Especially Gordon, the king of trying to get out of school. They were also disgruntled that their bedtime never changed on a full moon. They still had to go to bed at the right and proper times. Virgil had mixed feelings about it. He loved playing with his brothers in wolf form, but he had to be so careful not to hurt them. He was so much stronger than them and he'd injured Scott and John a few times when he'd gotten overexcited. He'd learnt to hold back his strength by the time Gordon was old enough to play with him.Â
Not that bedtime stopped his brothers from joining him during the full moon. They would be punished if caught, normally no dessert and early to bed the next night. Though Virgil was certain that Grandma and Dad let his brothers get away with it on some occasions, the creative escape plans being the most successful. Each brother developed their own full moon bedtime routine.Â
Scott had started as an escape artist, creeping down the stairs or climbing out the window to join Virgil. There had been a few scraped knees and bruises from failed footing but as long as he didnât make too much noise when he landed, Scott was normally successful. Once Scott had mastered his own transformation, he would just fly out the window to join Virgil. A set of clothes was always hidden somewhere for Scott to pull on once free. The location of the clothes changed frequently once Gordon got wind of Scott's scheme. Their younger brother would take or hide the clothes so Scott would have to bare all if he wanted to spend time with the werewolf. As much as Virgil loved his elder brother, he preferred it when Scott wore clothes.Â
John was the smart one. He quickly moved on from sneaking out while Dad was distracted, and would instead set an alarm for the early hours when he knew the adults were fast asleep. He would often just spend the night sitting with Virgil, throwing a ball if required. John particularly liked to join Virgil on nights when astronomical events clashed with the full moon. Sometimes the telescope would come with him. Other times, like for the odd meteorite shower, John would just sit and watch with Virgil curled up around him. Virgil knew his body would keep his little brother warm, despite the chill that hung in the air at that time of night.Â
Gordon was the one who got caught the most, but then he was the one who snuck out the most. Gordon and Virgil had a special bond, probably stemming from Gordonâs love of animals and his boundless energy that made it seem like it could keep up with his werewolf brother. There was a whole box of balls and toys which they would play with together, though they would also roughhouse in the grass or hay. Despite his strength, Gordon had never received more than a few scratches, bruises and bumps during these play fights, and this was no worse than what Gordon gave himself on a daily basis. His brotherâs laughter would ring out, and Virgil was always certain that Dad and Grandma could hear it, but they were never disturbed. When Gordon started doing his early morning swim training he stopped staying up late on the full moon, and would instead get up an hour or so early and hang out with Virgil beforehand. It became a routine and meant some moons he got to spend time with each one of his brothers.Â
Alan turned out to be extremely good at sneaking out, his small body and softer footsteps making it easy for him to pass unnoticed. He, like Scott, would stay up late and spend time with Virgil at the start of the night, which often meant Scott was also with them. Alan never seemed to mind that he ever got much alone time with the werewolf, though there were moons that Scott deliberately didnât visit so they could be alone. Alanâs sneaking out became easier when he started transforming. Despite how disgruntled he was that he became a small dog, it meant he could easily slip out the house as long as he kept his claws from scratching the wooden floors. Virgil enjoyed the fact that Alan was a canine like him, Scottâs and Johnâs claws were sharp and Gordon preferred to be in water and wet fur wasnât something Virgil found pleasant, but Alan could run beside him. Even if he was slower, they could still run through the vegetation quicker than they could as humans, their paws would pound the dirt as they raced about and there was something heart-warming about having a brother almost like himself. Curling up together was one of the most comfortable things, and Virgil loved it. Even if he often had to carry a tired Alan back to bed, because as much as his brothers pushed their bedtime, they just didnât have the energy to stay up like he did.
My first offering for #Fluffember, the prompt used is for Day 3, Together. (Iâm definitely gonna be going out of order XD)Â Â
Iâm kinda nervous because this is pretty much the first story Iâve posted with the OCâs that have been living in my head for the past year or so. (Thereâs a multi-chapter where theyâre introduced and everything, but that is still decidedly in the planning stage sooo one-shots!)Â Â
Hugs and a thank you to @bonsaiiiiiii for the read-through and for being an absolute cheerleader! Youâre wonderful and this would still be sitting in my notebook if it werenât for you <333Â
The distance between Alan and Laurie is usually measured by thousands of miles, now itâs just footsteps in the sand.
â*â
Alan and Laurie walked the beach as morning dawned from dusty blue into reddened skies. Alanâs prints stretched far behind him, hands replacing feet in places heâd turned cartwheels. Laurieâs footsteps were lapped away by the ocean as she walked the line where the beach met the water, a sandal dangling from each hand.
It was the first time theyâd seen each other in months. Talking without time zones between them had a way of slowing them both down, and their pace was leisurely, chatting about the normal and not-so-normal bits of their teenage lives.
It was things like a manual override added to Thunderbird Three because Alan kept locking his keys inside.Â
Or the fact that Laurieâs Dad wouldnât let her work with Brainâs on ship designs until she fixed her, admittedly crappy, sleep schedule. Â
And of course there was school, and the half-dreadful, half-comforting solidarity of two slipping English grades.Â
The average mixed in with the amazing, their world was a weird one for anyone to navigate, let alone a couple of high school students. But it helped to talk to someone who got it.
âSo, long story short,â Alan summed up, âthose dumb shoulder guard things actually came in handy. Probably wouldâve dislocated it without them.âÂ
Laurie shook her head, the silver beads on her braids making a sound akin to a wind chime. âOkay, but maybe next time tell me you sprained your shoulder before you start doing cartwheels? So I can stop you from doing something stupid?â
Alan waved her off with a grin. âThat was like almost two weeks ago. Iâm totally good now.â He turned another cartwheel to prove it.Â
It mightâve been mildly impressive in that way most cartwheels were, except Laurie was too busy ducking Alanâs flying flip-flop to spare much attention. Alan landed on his feet, with only one shoe, the other arcing almost gracefully into the water and landing with a little splash.
Laurie laughed, standing up and fishing Alanâs wayward flip flop out of the sea. âWeaponizing footwear now, Allie?â Â
She tossed it back to him and Alan caught it with both hands. âAww, itâs gonna be all squelchy now.âÂ
âIâm thinking youâll live.âÂ
Alan replaced his flip-flop, taking a few experimental steps. âThatâs debatable.â There was definitely a bit of a pout there.Â
Some things never changed. Not that Laurie could say much anything, she was the youngest of a household too, after all. Parts of it were universal.
Alanâs communicator watch chimed, distracting him momentarily from waterlogged footwear.
Laurie looked over. âIs it a rescue?â
âNo, thereâs a different alarm for that.â Alan said, picking up the call. A hologram of Laurieâs older brother flickered to life above his wrist. âEagan, hey, whatâs up?â
âHey, Al. Laurieâs still with you, right? I couldnât get a hold of her.â
Alan raised an eyebrow at Laurie, shifting so the holo-sensor picked her up. âYeah, sheâs right here.â
Laurie gave a sheepish laugh as she fiddled with her own watch. Three missed calls from her brother. âSorry, Eagan. It was on silent.â
Eagan shook his head. âWhy does anyone even give you a communicator anymore?â Failing to pick was not an isolated incident in Laurieâs case.Â
âYouâre guess is as good as mine at this point. So, whatâs up?â
âI was just wondering if you two were coming up for breakfast or do I need to hide your plates away somewhere?â Certain family members, naming no names of course, had back holes in place of stomachs, and noses like a bloodhoundâs when it came to good food.
Alan raised a finger, tentatively asking, âSo we're talking about food you made, right?âÂ
Eagan had his hair back in the way he usually did when heâd been cooking, although of course he couldâve only been trying to pull Grandma Tracyâs efforts out of the fire.Â
Quite literally.Â
Eaganâs brown eyes glimmered with amusement, visible even through the hologram. âYes, Alan, I made the food.â
âStart to finish?âÂ
âStart to finish.â
The palpable relief was not an exaggeration. âCool, weâll be there in a second.â A swipe through the hologram and Alan ended the call.Â
He threw a grin at Laurie. âRace you up?â
Laurie pulled on her shoes. As if he even had to ask. It was pretty much tradition at this point. âYouâre on. The usual wager?â
Dibs on breakfast plus whatever was in the otherâs pockets.
âSure. Donât know if Iâve got anything good, though.â Alan rifled through his pockets. A granola bar wrapper, two dollars in Canadian quarters, and⊠âOh! Gummy worms! Forgot about those.âÂ
The bag was half empty but that hardly diminished the novelty of the prize. Candy was a rarity on the Island.Â
âLet me see what I have.â Laurie fished around in her own pockets, coming up with a small skein of embroidery floss, a packet of trail mix, and the seashells sheâd picked up from the beach.
Alan eyed the trail mix. âWell, Iâll never say no to free food.â
Laurie stuffed everything back in her pockets. âItâs not yours yet, Alan.â
âKey word being âyetâ.â He said, drawing a line in the sand. âFair warning, Iâve been going on runs with Scott and Iâve gotten really fast.âÂ
Laurie grinned, a spark in her eye. âJust count us off already.â
Alan counted back from three and they took off like unbottled lightning, sand spraying up from their shoes, leaving laughter in their wake in lieu of thunder.Â
Two kids- and thatâs all they were right now, best friends, unextraordinary and average- flying through the morning, stretching each moment for all it was worth.
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Random fact: I was listening to this song (Where Love Is) when I wrote "Freedom to Experiment". Don't know why tho, but it's soothing. That's where I brought in the part when Virgil played a song using the wireless speakers.
5. Straight from the Cherry Pop
Milkshake party
10 (and 4). The Sick Day Blues â€ïž
Big bros taking care of Sprout
Tired...
14. A Pleasant Song I Heard One Night
Immediate songwriting by John and Virgil
13 (and 3). One Time Opportunity
Alan pilots Thunderbird 1
22. Sorry, I Can't
đ” Can I someday finna find my time đ”
27. Cooling Down â€ïž
Massage chairs!
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I wrote only nine fics, but I enjoyed it. Thank you @gumnut-logic for the theme and prompts and to all of you guys for the love đ„°
Also to @janetm74 @5hadow-alpha @ak47stylegirl @dragonoffantasyandreality @islandsandstars2 @photowizard17 and a few more for the support đ