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okay FIRST OF ALL

Trill had never been mystery solving before, hunting for supernatural creatures, sure, but catching a criminal before he struck again was totally something new territory for her. In fact she didn’t understand what made a person go to great lengths just to rob someone. From what she’d been told by Shaggy and Scooby usually people disguised themselves before performing their heist, so instead of acting on her usual instincts she had to be prepared to deal with a possible person being the culprit instead. Everything came down to her checklist, which of course she had to run past the guys before packing. Guns were out. But flashlight, rope, tools to pick locks, they were all in. Running her finger down the checked off list she tilted her head at the scribbled word food and smirked. Go figure one of them would put that on there, though it wasn’t a bad idea to bring along some snacks, just in case her and Fred got hungry. After making a couple of P&J sandwiches, she packed them into her rucksack and heard the sound of a two beeps of a horn coming from out front. Slinging the strap over her shoulder, she headed out to the front door, locking it up before moving down the steps towards the waiting vehicle with Fred inside. “So, I hear you’re the man with the plan,” she greeted as she approached the passenger side with an excited smile. Leaning slightly against the door and peering in the open widnow, she shifted the weight of her knapsack a little, “Is it true there’s someone robbing art from a museum?”

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THANK YOU GUYS <333

we should plot some stuff again, it’s been way too long!

Send my character things that would be said during sex. They’ll have to come up with an alternate situation for them!

“Look, we have to pool resources if this ghost trap is going to be a good one. I’m not going to run all the way out to the Mystery Machine and get a rope when we’ve got something perfectly useful right here.”

“Do you want the kitchen cabinet to stay haunted forever? Because it’s the one with the tortilla wraps in it and I’m not happy about that.”

"I understand pooling resources Jones, but then there's being a-- well, a jacknut. There's gotta be a rag or, I don't know, duct tape lying around somewhere. That tie's one of my favorites, too! You can't find that pattern around anymore, y'know. If you care so much about those tarn whatever-wraps just buy some more; the ghost can have 'em.

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed

1. Kent had been fully intent to leave Fred alone. If a mutual agreement to ignore one another had been reached he would have been more than content. There were plenty of unattached women Kent was sure he could see to help him ignore the zeroed out timer implanted in his wrist and the commitment it constantly forced him to consider. But-- that kid detective was persistent. Kent should have known better. Every time he quickly tried to leave him for some hastily arranged date he'd be badgered down by Fred until he decided arguing with him was a better way to spend the evening.

One night he just kissed him to shut him up.

It worked. And when Kent returned home later, near the peak of midnight, he would have sworn there was jealousy written into Fred's exhausted expression when he spied red lipstick on his cheek.

2. Fred had insisted Kent meet the rest of the Gang even though he had made it quite clear he had no interest in doing so. Not just because he had read their files, but because his encounters with all of them had been less than savory. Only Daphne he found decent; however, she wasn't spared any of his hate because it was her picture Kent had found in Fred's wallet. Sure she clung to the arm of the man fate had paired her with-- some nameless brunette Kent instantly forgot --but he could see the look Fred occasionally tossed her way when he thought no one was looking. He made a point of staying close to him, even if he felt like a an electron stuck against one of its own. The whole situation made his blood boil but still he reeled in the blonde with throwaway caresses and false smiles, and finally a chaste kiss in front of all of them.

Ha. The look on Fred's face was priceless, all anger and embarrassment, and Kent wouldn't have it any other way.

3. Until he got to tired to hate him any longer, that was.

It was a subtle change that Kent just barely noticed. But it made him feel odd and out of sorts in a way he absolutely hated. So one night he turned to alcohol and let himself get drunk. That was a rare thing; Kent typically prided himself on his temperance, often stating at parties with glittering glasses of champagne that he felt good on nothing at all. But that was not the real reason he seldom let drink touch his lips-- Kent Mansley was a nasty drunk. 

When Fred came home, it was to Kent slumped over in a chair, staring at the record player and constantly starting it over to play "Mood Indigo" on repeat. And he was crying. All of it was highly worrying, highly unusual behavior. The first thing Kent did, instead of screaming at him about how he was late for nothing at all, was kiss him desperately, hands repeatedly grasping the sides of Fred's face and brushing fingers through his blonde hair. Oh, how wonderful it was to kiss him. He did it again and again and again, doing his best to block out the taste of apple lip gloss he found on Fred's front teeth.

"Do you love me, Jones? Do you love me?" Instead of answering his question Fred just helped him into bed. With a bit of painful humor he noted how the agent took to sucking his thumb in his teary sleep.

4. Tired was what they were for a long while. Arguing quickly drained both of them, especially since Kent no longer had the drive to do it any more. But comparability seemed to be too lofty a goal to strive for, so Kent didn't try. The best he hoped for was the ability to merely coexist with Fred. If they could just-- if they could just do that then perhaps he would be fine.

Everything became inextricably complicated again after they wound up sleeping together.

The morning after Kent wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to be happy; this was a sign of progress, right? But all he felt was alone. 

Still, he greeted Fred good morning with a timid kiss before getting up quickly to go off an make breakfast.

5. A crippling realization struck Kent out of the blue one day; it was a slow one, filled to the brim with thoughts and the acute feelings that came with processing them. He turned to Fred and for once saw his youth as a commendable feature rather than something to be jealous of. Twenty-two. Right at the beginning of his adult life and he was stuck to the hip of the likes of himself. Over a simple breakfast Kent started crying for the second time.

"You're twenty years my junior," he sputtered. "God, you're-- You're going to out live me, Fred, you're--" 

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