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Just a short little drabble that someone requested of me wanting more Ripslinger and Dusty interactions post-Rip's rehabilitation and reintegration into society (see description).
RATED PG-13 FOR SWEARING AND MILD INNUENDO
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It started out harmlessly enough, with a bored Ripslinger trying to get a rise out of Dusty by coughing on him when he was trying to read over the transcripts his latest interview. Dusty eventually lost it, of course, and retaliated by pushing into Ripslinger as hard as he possibly could. He was actually able to surprise the much larger plane and throw him back a little ways. Dusty's victory was short lived, however, as the action only encouraged Ripslinger and he rode up on him in an attempt to pin him down.
“Hey, watch it!” Dusty pushed playfully against the weight on top of him. “Trying to get fresh with me?”
“Right, you wish!” Ripslinger grunted before he bit at the back of Dusty's wings where he was most ticklish.
“No, don't you dare!” Dusty warned, his voice already getting higher in pitch as he started struggling to get away.
If Ripslinger had to choose, this was probably his favorite way of antagonizing and embarrassing Dusty, because if he did it just right, he would scream like a little girl, which he had succeeded in making him do twice already. The third attempt he'd been a little too overzealous and elicited a yelp from the little orange plane underneath him.
“Ow, fuck, Rip!”
Ripslinger let Dusty up and he scrambled away from him. He turned to face him, looking over at the newly bent flap on his left wing and frowning before turning a glare back onto racing P-51. He honestly did feel a little bad about it, and tried to make up for it by going into this silly-sounding voice that he often adopted out of nowhere when Dusty was upset or otherwise feeling down about something. He kept inching closer and closer to Dusty's face, making his voice sound more ridiculous as he drew nearer until Dusty relented and started laughing, trying in vain to steel himself up again.
“Don't think you're going to get away with that,” Dusty stifled down his laughing, taking a swipe at Ripslinger. “I'm still mad at you.”
“What do I have to do then?” Ripslinger whined mockingly, then a thought popped into his head. “Don't make me start drooling. You know I'll do it.”
“No, don't please, that's disgusting.”
But Ripslinger switched the tap on anyway, the saliva running out of his mouth like a faucet.
“Oh my god, that's so fucking gross!” Dusty laughed in spite of himself as he started backing away.
But Ripslinger wasn't done with him just yet. He started inching toward Dusty and then suddenly rushed him.
“I'm gonna rub my mouth on you!” he proclaimed in the stupid voice again, and Dusty shrieked as he tried to get away from him.
Ripslinger eventually caught him and the two commenced rough-housing until Skipper made a surprise appearance and they quickly sprang apart.
“Stop fighting, you two.”
“We're not!” Ripslinger griped a bit childishly while Dusty tried to hide his bent flap.
Skipper grumbled and left the hangar, but peace only reigned for a brief moment before Dusty had started getting his licks in by picking up whatever small object was around in the hangar and tossing them at Ripslinger's face.
“Stop that! Dusty...” he warned before said crop duster-turned-racer picked up a wrench in his mouth, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You throw something at me one more time -” Dusty threw the wrench at him. “Okay, right!”
Ripslinger grabbed a nearby towel, spun it and then jerked his frame in a way that made the towel pop back like a whip; a preview of coming events. The perniciousness dropped out of Dusty immediately and he became defensive again.
“No, please don't whip me with the towel, I swear I'll fucking kill you.”
But Ripslinger took no heed of Dusty's threat and went for him anyway
“No, Rip, please!” Dusty practically squealed as he tried to stay out of range, smiling despite the desperation in his voice and biting at the towel every time it came near in an attempt to take it from him. “No!”
Rip took aim again, and this time Dusty managed to grab the other end of the towel in his mouth. A tense game of tug of war ensued and ended with Dusty purposefully letting go of the towel and nearly sending Ripslinger flying back ass over tea kettle. Dusty only had a short time to laugh before checker-marked plane was back at it with the towel.
“No, I wasn't laughing at you! Don't whip me!”
All the racket they were making had not gone unnoticed by a certain, increasingly annoyed Navy Corsair, and Skipper came back into the hangar to put the hammer down.
“Let me give you a bit of warning: I guarantee you that this will end in tears, so I suggest you stop acting like a pair of dicks right now! Cut it out!”
“Alright!” Rip said, still smiling.
They both watched quietly as Skipper made his leave again. Then Dusty darted past and out the hangar doors.
“Whatever, I'm taking that bottle of Johnnie Walker in your hangar!”
“Hey! You can't do that, Skipper said no hard stuff during racing season!”
Skipper stopped and looked up without looking back as the two went racing off after each other behind him, his eyes wide and pleading “why me?”
“Ah fuck it, it never ends.” he growled as he continued on his way. “Can't take these damn kids anywhere.”
RATED PG-13 FOR SWEARING AND MILD INNUENDO
XXxx
It started out harmlessly enough, with a bored Ripslinger trying to get a rise out of Dusty by coughing on him when he was trying to read over the transcripts his latest interview. Dusty eventually lost it, of course, and retaliated by pushing into Ripslinger as hard as he possibly could. He was actually able to surprise the much larger plane and throw him back a little ways. Dusty's victory was short lived, however, as the action only encouraged Ripslinger and he rode up on him in an attempt to pin him down.
“Hey, watch it!” Dusty pushed playfully against the weight on top of him. “Trying to get fresh with me?”
“Right, you wish!” Ripslinger grunted before he bit at the back of Dusty's wings where he was most ticklish.
“No, don't you dare!” Dusty warned, his voice already getting higher in pitch as he started struggling to get away.
If Ripslinger had to choose, this was probably his favorite way of antagonizing and embarrassing Dusty, because if he did it just right, he would scream like a little girl, which he had succeeded in making him do twice already. The third attempt he'd been a little too overzealous and elicited a yelp from the little orange plane underneath him.
“Ow, fuck, Rip!”
Ripslinger let Dusty up and he scrambled away from him. He turned to face him, looking over at the newly bent flap on his left wing and frowning before turning a glare back onto racing P-51. He honestly did feel a little bad about it, and tried to make up for it by going into this silly-sounding voice that he often adopted out of nowhere when Dusty was upset or otherwise feeling down about something. He kept inching closer and closer to Dusty's face, making his voice sound more ridiculous as he drew nearer until Dusty relented and started laughing, trying in vain to steel himself up again.
“Don't think you're going to get away with that,” Dusty stifled down his laughing, taking a swipe at Ripslinger. “I'm still mad at you.”
“What do I have to do then?” Ripslinger whined mockingly, then a thought popped into his head. “Don't make me start drooling. You know I'll do it.”
“No, don't please, that's disgusting.”
But Ripslinger switched the tap on anyway, the saliva running out of his mouth like a faucet.
“Oh my god, that's so fucking gross!” Dusty laughed in spite of himself as he started backing away.
But Ripslinger wasn't done with him just yet. He started inching toward Dusty and then suddenly rushed him.
“I'm gonna rub my mouth on you!” he proclaimed in the stupid voice again, and Dusty shrieked as he tried to get away from him.
Ripslinger eventually caught him and the two commenced rough-housing until Skipper made a surprise appearance and they quickly sprang apart.
“Stop fighting, you two.”
“We're not!” Ripslinger griped a bit childishly while Dusty tried to hide his bent flap.
Skipper grumbled and left the hangar, but peace only reigned for a brief moment before Dusty had started getting his licks in by picking up whatever small object was around in the hangar and tossing them at Ripslinger's face.
“Stop that! Dusty...” he warned before said crop duster-turned-racer picked up a wrench in his mouth, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You throw something at me one more time -” Dusty threw the wrench at him. “Okay, right!”
Ripslinger grabbed a nearby towel, spun it and then jerked his frame in a way that made the towel pop back like a whip; a preview of coming events. The perniciousness dropped out of Dusty immediately and he became defensive again.
“No, please don't whip me with the towel, I swear I'll fucking kill you.”
But Ripslinger took no heed of Dusty's threat and went for him anyway
“No, Rip, please!” Dusty practically squealed as he tried to stay out of range, smiling despite the desperation in his voice and biting at the towel every time it came near in an attempt to take it from him. “No!”
Rip took aim again, and this time Dusty managed to grab the other end of the towel in his mouth. A tense game of tug of war ensued and ended with Dusty purposefully letting go of the towel and nearly sending Ripslinger flying back ass over tea kettle. Dusty only had a short time to laugh before checker-marked plane was back at it with the towel.
“No, I wasn't laughing at you! Don't whip me!”
All the racket they were making had not gone unnoticed by a certain, increasingly annoyed Navy Corsair, and Skipper came back into the hangar to put the hammer down.
“Let me give you a bit of warning: I guarantee you that this will end in tears, so I suggest you stop acting like a pair of dicks right now! Cut it out!”
“Alright!” Rip said, still smiling.
They both watched quietly as Skipper made his leave again. Then Dusty darted past and out the hangar doors.
“Whatever, I'm taking that bottle of Johnnie Walker in your hangar!”
“Hey! You can't do that, Skipper said no hard stuff during racing season!”
Skipper stopped and looked up without looking back as the two went racing off after each other behind him, his eyes wide and pleading “why me?”
“Ah fuck it, it never ends.” he growled as he continued on his way. “Can't take these damn kids anywhere.”
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I know, I know, why are Dusty and Ripslinger friends all of a sudden? This, and Still Friends With the Monster, take place after a lengthy headcanon of mine that I've been toying with the idea of posting as a fanfiction on here, wherein Ripslinger finally does a decent thing in his life only to end up captured by a mysterious cult of humans and is subsequently witness and subject to unspeakable torture. Thankfully, or else unthankfully, he is rescued by Dusty and company, of all people, and so starts the long, painful process for everyone involved of their efforts to heal Rip after his ordeal, and see if they can't turn him away from the dark, twisted path of unsympathetic selfishness and apathy that he has been spiraling down into before it's too late, as Ripslinger was not always the way you see him now. My problem is that this is a VERY dark story, very sad as there are a few points that are real downers, and even though there are some cute, happier moments that do happen, I'm scared to death that the subject matter would not be received very kindly here. I'm not even sure that I would even be allowed to post it here anyway because it gets pretty violent at times and there's quite of bit of unsettling imagery that is not for the faint of heart, even if it is happening to talking airplanes. If you guys think you're up for it and want to read more into what is essentially the story of how Ripslinger and Dusty became friends, let me know and I'll get everything drawn up for posting, otherwise I'll probably just keep posting my little self-indulgent drabbles and let you guys make up your own context.
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Blond Will you please do an Blade Ranger x my oc Storm Kyrisaki she is a red black and white firefighting F A/18 Super hornet, and this is Blade after saving her life falls in love with her and she falls in love with him and they end up kissing and the smokejumpers sing the K.I.S.S.I.N.G song and She chases them and brings them back scared because of how fast she is.