MMOM Day 18: Robotech (New Generation)
This fic is rated: PG-13
Fandom: Robotech (New Generation)
Characters: Ensemble Cast
Summary: Scott is so caught
Inspiration: The comments to this post
Warnings: mentions of masturbation, embarrassment
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note:
Cross-Posted were_lemur, robotech_fanfic, mmom
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: Robotech and all the Hayeses, Hunters, Zentraedi, and other recognizable characters contained within all belong to Harmony Gold. No copyright violations intended, I’m not making any money, please don’t sue me!
"Scott, are you all right?" Marlene sounds worried. "Last night, you left the camp, and I heard you making funny noises."
Scott makes a strangled sound, and turns red, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out why. "Don't worry," Rand says. "Fearless leader was just verbing the adjective noun."
Lancer arches an eyebrow, but Marlene makes a questioning noise, and Mint looks wide-eyed at him, and he can't shut up, even though he knows he should. "You know, riding the happy dolphin, taming the beef weasel ... "
"Rand!" Rook yells.
Lunk frowns. "Is beef even an adjective?"
Fandom: Robotech (New Generation)
Characters: Ensemble Cast
Summary: Scott is so caught
Inspiration: The comments to this post
Warnings: mentions of masturbation, embarrassment
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note:
Cross-Posted were_lemur, robotech_fanfic, mmom
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: Robotech and all the Hayeses, Hunters, Zentraedi, and other recognizable characters contained within all belong to Harmony Gold. No copyright violations intended, I’m not making any money, please don’t sue me!
"Scott, are you all right?" Marlene sounds worried. "Last night, you left the camp, and I heard you making funny noises."
Scott makes a strangled sound, and turns red, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out why. "Don't worry," Rand says. "Fearless leader was just verbing the adjective noun."
Lancer arches an eyebrow, but Marlene makes a questioning noise, and Mint looks wide-eyed at him, and he can't shut up, even though he knows he should. "You know, riding the happy dolphin, taming the beef weasel ... "
"Rand!" Rook yells.
Lunk frowns. "Is beef even an adjective?"