Myshuno Prompt #9
Prompt: PANTS EMBARGO!
Characters: Puck Summerdream & Rhys Fitzhugh
Rating: Uhhh...PG-13? Nudity is mentioned, but nothing outright graphic.
Summary: You know there's nothing but trouble for Puck when he's paired with Rhys for this prompt.
Notes: Myshuno Prompt #9 provided by rosefyre. As an additional note: this is more about the Sims rather than the characters themselves. It's not exactly AU, but more about the running dialogue that runs through my head when playing the main house. The time this takes place in the story...well it's a bit too upbeat for the story atmosphere. I hope that makes sense.
Word Count: 836
My Card.
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Puck retrieved his pajamas off the floor and quietly pulled everything on. He then went to the dresser, pulled out a warm pair of socks, and put them on as well. He then went into the bathroom and grabbed his bathrobe off the hook.
For a brief second he felt that all of it was incredibly familiar.
He shook his head and snorted quietly in derision. He knew the lay of the land. He knew what he needed to do. With a firm nod of his head he glanced over at Erin, who was still sleeping.
Naked.
Like usual.
For a moment he almost cringed, but then he realized that he was being incredibly stupid, not to mention hypocritical. After all, he had just been naked not five minutes before. Besides, Erin being naked was pretty swell. He felt a cheesy grin spread across his face as a quiet sigh escaped his lips. Life was good.
Not wanting to wake up his wife, he quietly opened the bedroom door and slipped through it. He cast a wary glance down the stairs.
Coffee. He smelled coffee. He wasn't falling for that again. Nope. Not at all.
He loudly cleared his throat, made some over the top coughing noises, and then went as far as to casually call out, "I'm coming down the stairs now because I want some coffee." Because he was not, not, going to walk in on his in-laws in any sort of compromising positions on the kitchen counter. He preferred them, everyone actually, to have their pants on!
His caution was rewarded with Eden opening her bedroom door (with her clothes on!) and giving him a cheerful wave and smile before shutting it again. He sagged with relief and happily walked down the stairs.
The dining room and kitchen were both empty. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding and poured some coffee into his mug. He grabbed the newspaper that was sitting on the counter, went back into the dining room, and settled into one of the chairs. He was happy that his peaceful morning was going to remain just that: peaceful.
After a few moments of sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper, he became aware that someone was standing next to him. With a smile, he folded his paper down and looked up at..at..
A naked Rhys.
A very, incredibly, "oh my God why am I seeing your dangly bits?!" naked Rhys.
And Naked Rhys, who Puck knew had an exuberant flair for the dramatic, had made sure that he was standing in a beam of sunlight to make sure that his nakedness couldn't be missed.
A small sound squeaked out of Puck's throat as his peaceful world shattered.
Rhys acted like Puck wasn't even there as he exaggerated a loud slurp from his own coffee mug.
The small, whimpering sound in Puck's throat built up to a shriek. "OH MY GOD!"
Rhys looked down at him with a feigned look of surprise. "Oh. Good morning, Puck," he said nonchalantly. "Happy Pants Embargo Day."
"OH MY GOD!"
"What was that? Did I hear you ask what Pants Embargo Day was?"
"OH MY GOD!"
"Pants Embargo Day is a holiday that this family celebrates every year. It's a day where we forego wearing pants and revel in our awesome bodies. It seems to me, Puck, that you weren’t informed about this holiday." He gestured at the many layers of clothing Puck was wearing.
"OH MY GOD!"
Rhys pulled out a chair and propped his foot up on it. "Now I need your honest opinion: what do you think of my manscaping skills?"
"OH MY GOD!"
"Yeah, I think it's pretty awesome, too. But I'm glad to see that you agree with me." He took another casual sip from his mug. Then he placed his cup on the table and stretched with a loud, satisfied sigh.
Puck slapped his hands over his eyes. "OH MY GOD!"
"Well now I think you're just saying that to stroke my ego. The manscaping is pretty great, but, really, there's no need to go on about it. No. I'm just kidding. Please, do go on."
"WHHYYYYYYYYYYYY?"
Rhys ticked the reasons off on his fingers. "Because it's Pants Embargo Day. Because I'm not ashamed of my body. Because pants can be so restrictive. Because I have nine Outgoing points. Oh. And because it's fun to mess with you. We don't have enough influence over to you encourage you to be more Outgoing, but, by golly, we will get you to the point where you don't shriek, girlishly I would like to point out, at the sight of some naked flesh. You'll get there eventually. I promise."
Puck shoved himself away from the table, stumbled around the chairs, and out of the dining room. He could hear Rhys say through his laughter, "Alas. It doesn't look like it's going to be today."
There were some days where Puck really regretted marrying into the Devereaux family.
***
Characters: Puck Summerdream & Rhys Fitzhugh
Rating: Uhhh...PG-13? Nudity is mentioned, but nothing outright graphic.
Summary: You know there's nothing but trouble for Puck when he's paired with Rhys for this prompt.
Notes: Myshuno Prompt #9 provided by rosefyre. As an additional note: this is more about the Sims rather than the characters themselves. It's not exactly AU, but more about the running dialogue that runs through my head when playing the main house. The time this takes place in the story...well it's a bit too upbeat for the story atmosphere. I hope that makes sense.
Word Count: 836
My Card.
***
Puck retrieved his pajamas off the floor and quietly pulled everything on. He then went to the dresser, pulled out a warm pair of socks, and put them on as well. He then went into the bathroom and grabbed his bathrobe off the hook.
For a brief second he felt that all of it was incredibly familiar.
He shook his head and snorted quietly in derision. He knew the lay of the land. He knew what he needed to do. With a firm nod of his head he glanced over at Erin, who was still sleeping.
Naked.
Like usual.
For a moment he almost cringed, but then he realized that he was being incredibly stupid, not to mention hypocritical. After all, he had just been naked not five minutes before. Besides, Erin being naked was pretty swell. He felt a cheesy grin spread across his face as a quiet sigh escaped his lips. Life was good.
Not wanting to wake up his wife, he quietly opened the bedroom door and slipped through it. He cast a wary glance down the stairs.
Coffee. He smelled coffee. He wasn't falling for that again. Nope. Not at all.
He loudly cleared his throat, made some over the top coughing noises, and then went as far as to casually call out, "I'm coming down the stairs now because I want some coffee." Because he was not, not, going to walk in on his in-laws in any sort of compromising positions on the kitchen counter. He preferred them, everyone actually, to have their pants on!
His caution was rewarded with Eden opening her bedroom door (with her clothes on!) and giving him a cheerful wave and smile before shutting it again. He sagged with relief and happily walked down the stairs.
The dining room and kitchen were both empty. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding and poured some coffee into his mug. He grabbed the newspaper that was sitting on the counter, went back into the dining room, and settled into one of the chairs. He was happy that his peaceful morning was going to remain just that: peaceful.
After a few moments of sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper, he became aware that someone was standing next to him. With a smile, he folded his paper down and looked up at..at..
A naked Rhys.
A very, incredibly, "oh my God why am I seeing your dangly bits?!" naked Rhys.
And Naked Rhys, who Puck knew had an exuberant flair for the dramatic, had made sure that he was standing in a beam of sunlight to make sure that his nakedness couldn't be missed.
A small sound squeaked out of Puck's throat as his peaceful world shattered.
Rhys acted like Puck wasn't even there as he exaggerated a loud slurp from his own coffee mug.
The small, whimpering sound in Puck's throat built up to a shriek. "OH MY GOD!"
Rhys looked down at him with a feigned look of surprise. "Oh. Good morning, Puck," he said nonchalantly. "Happy Pants Embargo Day."
"OH MY GOD!"
"What was that? Did I hear you ask what Pants Embargo Day was?"
"OH MY GOD!"
"Pants Embargo Day is a holiday that this family celebrates every year. It's a day where we forego wearing pants and revel in our awesome bodies. It seems to me, Puck, that you weren’t informed about this holiday." He gestured at the many layers of clothing Puck was wearing.
"OH MY GOD!"
Rhys pulled out a chair and propped his foot up on it. "Now I need your honest opinion: what do you think of my manscaping skills?"
"OH MY GOD!"
"Yeah, I think it's pretty awesome, too. But I'm glad to see that you agree with me." He took another casual sip from his mug. Then he placed his cup on the table and stretched with a loud, satisfied sigh.
Puck slapped his hands over his eyes. "OH MY GOD!"
"Well now I think you're just saying that to stroke my ego. The manscaping is pretty great, but, really, there's no need to go on about it. No. I'm just kidding. Please, do go on."
"WHHYYYYYYYYYYYY?"
Rhys ticked the reasons off on his fingers. "Because it's Pants Embargo Day. Because I'm not ashamed of my body. Because pants can be so restrictive. Because I have nine Outgoing points. Oh. And because it's fun to mess with you. We don't have enough influence over to you encourage you to be more Outgoing, but, by golly, we will get you to the point where you don't shriek, girlishly I would like to point out, at the sight of some naked flesh. You'll get there eventually. I promise."
Puck shoved himself away from the table, stumbled around the chairs, and out of the dining room. He could hear Rhys say through his laughter, "Alas. It doesn't look like it's going to be today."
There were some days where Puck really regretted marrying into the Devereaux family.
***