Hi Barbara!
(aaand I'm back
)
this little plot bunny dug it's teeth into me.
You need to feed them a bit more.
Inside A Honeymooner’s Mind
Are you sure this is on the correct side of the boards?
FEAR: What is the reader talking about?
JOY: Oooh oooh!
Lois and Clark were looking at each other in awe. Both their cheeks were tinted with a slight flush
Gah, who’s mind? Who’s mind?
If he was completely honest, Clark couldn’t believe it either. There was a lot going on inside his mind.
Okay, it’s Clark.
FEAR: We haven’t prepared. I don’t know what to do!
ANGER: Now we have to deal with the stuff Claude left behind!
DISGUST:
SADNESS: If this goes bad …
If he was completely honest, Clark couldn’t believe it either.
Does he even know what being completely honest means?
You’re absolutely sure, there are no frogs here?
Thank you!
“No way!” Disgust curled his lips. “If we’re extending the super hearing now, he’ll hear another cry for help. I don’t want to try and explain that to her.”
LOIS: So let me get this. There was this buxom blonde in a nightie who had locked herself on the balcony of her penthouse…
I mean, I know that's silly, but on the other hand, given our history together…”
Well…there is “I Was Just Thinking” by Teej on the dark archive…
Disgust rolled his eyes. “And just for the record, we did x-ray her ankle.” A red light flashed on the screen and bold letters appeared, saying “Jerk Alarm.”
Huh. Oh.
“I set that up.” A deep blush tinted Sadness cheeks. "When we were talking about tonight and how it was crucial that we behave like perfect gentlemen-”
LOIS: huh, after all that verbal foreplay over the years, he seemed kind of meek now. I had to tell him every step of the way. And not in the fun show-and-tell way.
I said, x-ray her ankle, not x-ray her clothing.” Disgust rolled his eyes. “There is a difference.”
Well … that’s what they say at the airport, too.
Did we x-ray the right ankle?” “As far as I remember, it was her left ankle,” Disgust deadpanned.
Joy admonished. "I said we're not going to ruin this. Now stay quiet. I need to concentrate." He pushed a button and Superman leaned in. Their lips touched in a passionate kiss.
/Imagines spaceship cockpit, pilot trying to dock against the rotating station/
"Oh, really?" Disgust snorted. "You're telling me that you've been dreaming of sex when you were still an infant? Or a toddler? Or like ten or twelve years old?"
"We had other problems in our teenage years than drooling over women," Sadness pointed out, his voice thick.
Yeah, all those naked ladies running around, and he couldn't see any of them because of those glasses of his …
A sultry smile appeared on her lips. "Yeah, but it's got that little red teddy you bought me -" "Why didn't she say that right away?" Joy jumped up and down, before he pressed a button. "Engaging superspeed."
Lois raised a brow. "Hope you don't do everything that fast."
Oh, you have to do this from the other side, too! Was that Fear and Joy fighting over the controls? Btw: during the ARGH, were the emotions human shaped or frogs?
We made sure there are no frogs and no clones. Both Lois and Clark have the same size."
we should not tell them what will happen next with Clark when this chain of events continues.
The manual says that Clark needs to be relaxed for this to work
Yes, we should not stress him, or make him overly excited.
Joy shook his head and held up a book with strange letters on the front page. "Kryptonian guy, Kryptonian manual.
Sadness placed a hand on Joy’s shoulder. “We shouldn’t rush this. This needs candles and the right music and-”
Nope.
No one ever mentioned this was going to be so difficult. The manual said something about relaxing and kissing and that the rest would sort of happen automatically.
Yes, just lock them in a room and be done with it.
With a huge grin, Joy added. “Initiating First Time.”
Oh, look. They even have a kitchen timer pre-set for a three minute egg.
Fear paled. “That’s an awful lot of pressure.”
Aaand we’re done relaxing…
That’s not true,” Anger growled. He stormed toward the console and started to press buttons with a frenzy. However, nothing happened. The five emotions stared at each other in disbelief. “Politeness protocol activated,” a voice said.
This must be some kind of curse.”
Well, my boy …
Disgust ran his hands through his hair. “I have a feeling that we’re also going to find out if Clark’s invulnerability will save him from dying of frustration.”
The others already pointed the politeness protocol. This sure was another hilarious entry
Michael
