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mythrilhusk · 3 years

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Korosensei Never Dies -Chapter 9

Words: 2,140 Ao3 Version Chapter 8 (Last)

TW: threats of violence, heavy (but short) discussions of death/murder

Quackity scowls blearily at the returning heroes. He and the other Ducklings were up the whole damn night trying to work out infiltration plans after Bad gave them the location of the laboratory and then peaced out with his team of scammers. Bad won't be returning again, but thanks to him, the Ducklings missed the whole rescue mission.

It's summer vacation, so everyone ought to be home anyway, but Philza promised to teach them fighting, and by the goddamned stars, Quackity is determined to make the old man follow through.

Philza steps tiredly into the classroom. His bloodshot, baggy eyes go wide in surprise as he sees all the students gathered there. Quackity salutes him with a smirk. Ranboo hides in the shadows of the door, watching Phil with worried sulkiness.

"Kids, I need a favor." Philza collapses into a chair, hiding his face. "I know you want him dead. But- please. Wait a bit." He hesitates and then continues in a ragged voice, "Purpled hit him with a neutralizing agent. He- he can die, again. I'm begging you all, please don't tell anyone or try to kill him until our time is up."

"Why should we??" Quackity demands, realizing immediately with a confusing mixture of delight and horror that Technoblade has been rendered vulnerable. Does this mean their plan to sneak into the lab is pointless now? "I don't know." Philza hiccups. He's crying. The tears burn a hole through Quackity's delight. "I don't know, dammit. Please, just wait to kill him at the end of the year. No, better, kill both of us then, I've done the same terrible things as he has! I should be punished too, goddammit, why is he the one to suffer for both our crimes??"

"I'll wait." Quackity leans back. "I'll fucking wait till time's up, but that doesn't mean I'm giving up my revenge."

"I'll wait too!" Tommy cries. "I'm the fucking king of procrastination!"

Sapnap and the Ducklings follow Quackity's example. The others follow Tommy's example. Together, the class proclaims their willingness to postpone Techno's death.

Philza rubs his eyes and takes the handkerchief Tommy stole from Wilbur to offer him. "Thank you, kids."

"We still get fighting lessons, right?" Quackity asks with a scowl.

"Yes, of course you do. You've all earned them." Philza smiles tremulously. "Ranboo, Techno, you can come out."

Ranboo steps into the light, blatantly normal-seeming, so unlike the nightmare Tommy and Charlie described. He hovers beside Technoblade as the former terrorist limps through the room to reach his desk. He seems so small and frail without the mutation-induced strength. He looks so weak. Quackity could put a bullet through his head right now and he wouldn't be able to dodge or absorb it.

But Quackity sees Philza watching Techno with worried, fond eyes. He thinks of Sapnap. Of Techno eating the goddamn grenade to save Sapnap.

Quackity decides he can wait. If he kills Technoblade right away, after all, Philza won't give anybody fighting lessons.

And if Philza doesn't give them fighting lessons, then who the fuck is going to wreak vengeance on whatever motherfucking scientists created the mutants?

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Niki and Jack watch through binoculars as their enemies spar with each other in the clearing outside the remote school building designated for Class 3-E. "Dang." Jack says. "They're not bad."

"They can't fight a bomb." Niki grins.

"Much less ten." Jack matches Niki's toothy smile.

"Did you get the supplies?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good work, Jack." Niki drops lightly from the tree. "We can proceed with the operation Smithereens in a week."

"Awesome." Jack chuckles darkly. "Do we really want to give them that much time, though?"

"We need to get them acclimated to the bait, first." Niki taps her fingers to her lips. "This will go wonderfully, Jack, don't worry. That loser class won't be a threat much longer."

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"Sir, Purpled is dead." HBomb reports, wincing nervously in apprehension.

"The fuck he is, I told that bitch to get me Technoblade, and by god, he'd better do it!" Schlatt tips a whiskey bottle into his mouth, gulping the burning liquid down. He lowers it and peers at HBomb. "Unless somebody fucked up again."

"He must have, sir." HBomb grasps the lifeline eagerly. "The neutralizing agent was nowhere near his body."

"What?" Schlatt says calmly, his tone barely warning of the torrent of rage he's about to unleash upon the poor unwitting HBomb. "Where the fuck is it, then?"

"Our clean-up team found the crushed casing nearby!" HBomb continues to dig his grave. "So-"

"So he found it, and destroyed it." Schlatt snarls.

HBomb nods quickly. "Y-yes, but-"

"Do you know how long it took to make enough neutralizer for one dart??"

"Months, sir, but-"

"And you're telling me Purpled fucked up badly enough that somehow that goddamn mutant knew about the dart and destroyed it."

"Well- see, we have reason to believe Dream is involved!"

"Damn it!" Schlatt bellows and smashes the whiskey bottle on the table. His hand starts to bleed and sting from the shards. "HBomb." He growls, trying to pretend he's still in control; he needs to still be in control. "Why the fuck is that motherfucking spider involved?? I gave him a mutant already, why the hell does he want to steal mine??"

"I thought you'd want his help!" HBomb squeals. "So I let him know we're trying to hunt Technoblade down!"

"Fuck this, fuck you, you motherfucking imbecile, you complete and utter moron, why the fUCK WOULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS??" Schlatt roars.

HBomb cowers, hiding ineffectively behind his broom. "I- I'm sorry, sir, but I thought-"

"Well, there's the fucking problem, yeah, bitch?? You thought. I do the thinking here." Schlatt reaches for his gun. "You want to know what I'm thinking, HBomb? Do you want to know what I'm thinking of, right fucking now??"

"Pl-please-" HBomb whimpers, staring into the barrel as it aims between his eyes.

"I'm thinking you're fucking useless to me, HBomb. And you know what happens to useless whiny bitches like you, right?"

"Please don't kill me!" HBomb sobs.

"Ahh, whatever." Schlatt lowers the gun, too furious to admit he can't bring himself to actually pull the trigger and become a murderer. "Leave my sight and don't fucking show your ugly mug for a week."

HBomb scurries away, leaving Schlatt to bind his bloody hand, alone in the sterile laboratory.

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Getting beaten up would have been bearable. Being bullied mercilessly would have been completely deserved. But being completely and utterly ignored for days on end breaks Eret like a goddamn crusher.

The more he thinks back on her actions, the guiltier she feels. During the sparring classes, they copy Philza's moves alone, behind everyone else working with partners. When the class decides to camp in the forest for the rest of summer vacation, Eret sets up his tent several meters away from the rest. She stands back and watches their former friends banter and laugh as they raise their own tents.

"Hey."

Eret almost jumps at the low voice of Ranboo addressing her. Turning, he faces the mutant, clenching her hands to hide the trembling. "Yeah?"

Ranboo steps up next to them, gazing into the smoking campfire amidst the scattered tents. "Why are you scared of me?"

"You- you already know why." Eret stares at his hands. Out, out, damned spot.

"Um. I don't really remember, but yeah, okay." Ranboo sighs. "I- I don't think I'm sorry."

"Neither am I, apparently." Bitterly laughing, Eret grips her chest as the sharp pain of grief blossoms.

"I think you are."

"What do you know??" Eret lashes out, shoving Ranboo. "If everything had gone according to plan, it would all be fine!"

"But you still wouldn't have any friends." Ranboo replies calmly.

It hurts that he's right. Eret knows he's right. They turn away, hunched and close to tears. "Why am I scared of you?" She mutters in a low, desperate voice. "Because I know. I saw what you are. I know you- you killed Purpled."

Ranboo frowns. "Techno killed him." He says it so casually. Techno. As though the bastard wasn't a mass-murderer and terrorist, bestowing violence in the name of anarchy and blood. "What do you think I am?"

"A monster." Eret snaps, rounding on Ranboo, who backpedals with surprised fear in his eyes. "You're a monster. You might not remember. Your friends might pretend to forget. But I know."

Ranboo gathers his composure and stands his ground, forcing Eret back a step. "If I'm a monster, and I protected my friends... what does that make you?" He turns on his heel and storms away into the trees.

Shattered and lost, Eret can only watch him disappear.

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Karl slips a briefcase under the table to his contact, who takes it and gives it a little shake. His contact then slides a folder over the table. Karl snatches it and stuffs it in his backpack. The two remain in silence for a moment longer. Karl leaves first.

Once out of the main school's cafe, he runs all the way through the woods to the Ducklings' treehouse. Echoing footsteps crack twigs behind him as he reaches the gang's base.

"Hey, what's that?" Fundy doesn't even bother trying to hide anymore as Karl climbs into the treehouse.

Karl pulls the ladder up. "None of your business."

"C'mon, we're in the same class!"

"You're not a Duckling."

"I can help!! Pleassse?" Fundy begs.

"Who the fuck is bugging you, Karl??" Quackity sticks his head out the window. "Fundy?? Get the hell outta here."

"That was HBomb you were talking to!" Fundy cries desperately. Karl groans and hides his face in his hoodie. "I know that guy! I used to work for him!"

"Where?" Quackity asks.

"Some laboratory in the capital!" Fundy cries. "I was shadowing him for a potential internship!"

"Let the ladder down." Quackity orders. Karl sighs as he obeys.

"Fine, but I don't trust you."

"You don't have to." Fundy gives a smug smile as he leaps up the ladder.

Karl enters the treehouse and sets the blueprints down on the table. Sapnap and Foolish stop painting Connor's hair and gather around with Quackity and Fundy.

The laboratory blueprints spread across the table, promising revenge. Karl looks up and sees the hungry fire in Quackity's eyes. He looks to the side and meets the molten steel in Sapnap's gaze.

Quackity draws his dagger and sets the point on the blueprints. "Whoever the fuck's been experimenting on people, let's fucking find them and end their pathetic lives."

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Technoblade slashes the saplings with a rapier, taking out his frustrated fury on the innocent young trees, ignoring the twinges of pain. He shouldn't be this weak.

Even before Schlatt started experimenting on him, he was stronger than this. He was powerful. The best fighter, the best tactician, the best at strategy. Now his body is frail and hurts merely to move.

He tries to snarl, but his breath catches in his throat, fear slithering roots into his chest. Irrational. He's being irrational. Technoblade isn't afraid of anything.

Except perhaps the pale blue of scrubs, the glint of scalpels, the searing agony- No! Technoblade scowls and tries to shove the flashes of terror and hunger and bitter, helpless rage away.

Philza approaches him with a cup of tea. Technoblade flinches away, unable to look at the man he failed, the friend he abandoned. "Techno?" Philza sets the tea down on a fallen tree and presses a hand to Technoblade's shoulder.

"Who am I, Phil?" Technoblade begs. Weak. The old Technoblade would never beg, would never cry.

"You're my friend." Philza answers.

"Why aren't I dead?"

"The kids agreed to keep it a secret and wait until the year is up."

"Phil. It's not going to last forever, Phil, you need to kill me soon. I can feel the damn resonancy in my chest. I don't know how long you have, but you need to kill me before I destroy the world."

"Techno." Philza's voice shakes. "No. Techno, we'll find something."

"Find what?? It hurts, Phil. It hurts to move, it hurts to talk... I've killed so many people, Phil, I deserve this, I deserve to die! Kill me, please. The kids are too innocent. They don't need to be turned into murderers like me." He thinks of Quackity, the blazing fire. He thinks of Ranboo, the gentle nightmare. Of Tommy, the merciless sunshine. Each and every student. They deserve better.

"Technoblade." Philza grips Techno's chin and brushes back his hair. "I deserve death as much as you. But I'm going to keep living. There's still people we need to kill, Techno, there's still governments to dismantle! We can't end now! We'll find a cure. A real cure. I promise."

"I don't want you to die."

"Ditto, mate." Philza embraces Techno gently. Techno wraps his arms around his friend, afraid to let go.

#tw violence #tw threats #tw discussions of death #technoblade #ranboo #quackity #philza #niki nihachu #jack manifold #jschlatt #hbomb #karl jacobs #fundy #fanfiction #not rpf #no ship #dream smp au #dream smp

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sappy-seresin · 4 years

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Summer break meant taking a long vacation back home where you grew up. You made sure to spend the time you’d taken off with your family and your hometown friends. All the fun had to come to an end as you’re preparing to head back to your apartment in LA.

“Thank you for being willing to drive me to the airport,” I tell Jason as we pull up to my terminal before hopping out of the car to grab my luggage.

“It’s really the least I could do after you helped me so much on your vacation,” he dismisses, causing both of us to laugh lightly.

“I’m seriously so happy for you, she’s going to love the ring. I’m just bummed that I can’t be here when you propose” I pause, trying not to get emotional. “It’s crazy how fast time has flown.”

“Oh, I know, it seems like it wasn’t that long ago when we were sitting in your treehouse making promises to each other that we’d get married at age twenty-three if neither of us had found our soulmates,” he responds, making me laugh at the memory. “Seriously though, thank you so much for your help. I wouldn’t have had the courage to buy the ring without my best friend.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” I joke, giggling as he rolls his eyes at me.

“You know, I’m sure that it won’t be too long before Grayson is popping the question,” he states, nudging me slightly.

“We’ll see,” I hum, the blush adorning my cheeks not going unnoticed.

“Speaking of Grayson, he’s got to be antsy to see you. I should probably let you go before you miss your flight and have to stay away from him even longer,” his statement forces me to roll my eyes at him as we both laugh.

“I love you, try to keep yourself out of trouble without me,” I state as he pulls me in for a hug.

“You know I will. Text me when you land okay?” I simply nod, giving him one last hug before walking into the airport. ____________________________

I send my parents a text as I roll my luggage away from the baggage claim. I check to see if I’ve heard anything from Grayson, but I didn’t have any new notifications from him. He’s been rather distant for the past week or so, which is slightly concerning but I shrug it off as my uber pulls up to the curb.

“I’m home,” I exclaim, slipping my shoes off before walking into the living room of Ethan and Grayson’s house.

“Hey, Y/n,” Ethan greets, pulling me into a hug. “How was your trip?”

“It was so good! I definitely needed the time away,” I reply, watching him plop onto the couch with his computer. “Is Grayson here? I haven’t heard from him in a few days.”

“He should be. The last I knew he was in his room editing,” he shrugs, before focusing his attention back on his computer. I simply nod before making my way to Grayson’s room. I stand outside the door debating if I should knock before just walking in. Sure enough, Grayson was seated at his desk editing, with his back facing me. I take the opportunity to wrap my arms around his shoulders from behind, clearly startling him as I press a kiss to his cheek.

“Hey you,” I greet happily, watching him pull his earbuds out of his ears.

“Hey,” he responds sounding a little less than enthused as he pushes himself up from his desk.

“I missed you,” my voice coming out in more of a question. The way he’s acting is a little frustrating seeing as we haven’t seen each other in nearly a month.

“Oh, I’m sure you did,” he mutters sarcastically, clearly refusing to look at me as he makes his way out of his room with me trailing behind. My frustration only grows at his response as I glare at him, confused.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Frustration evident in my voice as he continues giving me the cold shoulder. “Grayson.” I push myself onto the counter as he digs through the fridge. Not finding whatever he was looking for, he shuts the refrigerator door and grabs a glass from the cabinet next to my head.

“Nothing,” he responds shortly, still refusing to look at me as pours water into the glass.

“Last I checked, I didn’t do anything wrong so why are you treating me like this?” I question in frustration, pushing myself off of the counter.

I stare at him expecting an answer but am only met with a tense silence.

“Grayson, if you don’t give me an explanation I’m leaving. I’ve got better things to do than sit around waiting for you to stop acting like a child.”

“Oh feel free. I’m sure your other boyfriend would love for you to come over,” he spits sarcastically, slamming his cup into the sink loudly.

“Excuse me?” I ask, almost laughing at his ridiculous statement.

“Don’t act dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he pushes, finally turning around to face me. The look on his face brings the realization that he isn’t joking.

“Well please do enlighten me because I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t think I like what you’re insinuating,” I reply shortly, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I know that you cheated on me when you went home Y/n,” he responds bluntly, his jaw clenching as he visibly grows even more upset.

Grayson isn’t one to get angry often but when he does it’s only a matter of time before he blows up. I’m not enjoying the fact that this anger is directed at me.

“Babe,” I murmur calmly, taking a cautious step toward him, “I don’t know what you think happened, but I can assure you that I would never do that to you.”

“Don’t,” he warns, stopping my advances, “You were all over that guy so don’t expect me to believe that nothing happened.”

“What guy Gray, you’re seriously delusional if you think I’d cheat on you,” my voice raises as my own annoyance begins taking over.

“He was all over your feed the whole time you were home. Even your sister had Snapchat’s of the two of you. You can’t tell me there wasn’t someone else back home,” his voice carries through the kitchen, making me flinch slightly.

“I can’t believe this conversation is actually happening right now,” I laugh in disbelief. “You don’t have anything to worry about, Jason has been like a brother to me since the third grade.”

“Like I haven’t heard that one before Y/n,” he rolls his eyes before turning around silently.

“Gray, I’m being serious. I’ve known him forever and can confidently tell you that our feelings for each other have always been platonic. He was around so much because our families are so close,” I explain, I drop the hard exterior knowing full well that we aren’t going to get anywhere if neither of us calms down.

“You guys look so happy together,” he mumbles, his body still tense as he refuses to look at me.

“That doesn’t mean that there is anything else going on,” I pause trying to collect my thoughts, “I helped him pick out a ring while I was home.”

“You what,” he questions turning around in shock.

“He’s asking his girlfriend to marry him and wanted me to be there to help. That’s what best friends do. I promise I would never hurt you like that.” My statement caused him to visibly relax, the hard look in his eyes slowly dwindling away. I slowly take a step closer, watching his reaction carefully before pressing my lips against his.

“I just can’t stand the thought of someone else’s hands on you,” he murmurs in my ear after breaking the kiss.

“Gray, I love you. I wouldn’t let anyone else near me,” I assure, cupping his cheeks.

He presses our lips together forcefully, smiling when I let him lead rather than fighting for dominance.

“Jump,” he orders, swiftly catching me as my legs wrap around his waist. A gasp falls from my lips as the cool counter pierces my legs causing both of us to erupt into a fit of giggles.

“Sorry,” he hums against my lips.

“Sh,” I respond, kissing him softly.

“Woah, Woah, Woah,” Ethan’s voice rings through the kitchen causing us to pull away from each other. “I know that three weeks is a long time, but this is where I eat. Get a room.”

“Remind me to find a new roommate,” Grayson jokes, pushing away from me smoothly.

“Hey Ethan,” I smile, crossing my legs.

“Hey Y/n,” he responds simply, opening a cupboard next to me to grab a glass. “Feel free to continue your argument now, or whatever it was that you guys were actually doing.”

“I’m sorry,” Grayson whispers, rubbing circles on my legs.

“I’m sorry for leaving any room for you to believe what you did, but I’d appreciate if you would talk to me whenever you feel like there’s something wrong rather than shutting me out completely. I forget that you don’t know everyone from home sometimes and I’m sorry that you felt pushed to the side.”

“I should have talked to you before assuming the worst.”

“You’re definitely not wrong there. You’re so petty when you’re jealous,” I joke shoving his shoulder softly.

“Only because I love you,” he shoots back, sending me a goofy look. “I’m glad you’re home.”

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Does it annoy you when people make their default of them kissing someone? I don’t mind kissing photos or icons. But hmm, I can imagine being a little grossed out if it’s an image of them kissing with tongue or if it’s generally a little on the sloppy side.

Are there any names you can think of that just go well together? Well there’s...a lot of names in existence lmao, so there’s a lot of combinations out there that I like for sure. I just don’t rank them and I don’t have a name combination of choice just yet.

Do you enjoy museums? I’m obsessed with museums. In every single one of our family trips, my dad has always made sure to book at least one museum visit for me so I can return back home happy, hahaha. I also visit and revisit museums in my own time, and I’m open to going to any kind of museum whether it’s natural history, art, science, ancestral homes, etc.

Have you ever met anyone famous? One of my coworkers plays the drums for a local band that’s got a bit of a following, so it was definitely a shock when I first saw his name in our work group chat. Someone I used to be close friends with in the local wrestling community is now an actor/influencer and doing a billion gigs and photoshoots all day. We’re still mutuals so every now and then I’d comment on one of his posts and congratulate him on how far he’s come.

Describe the scariest dream you can remember? I never like it when someone I love is shot in my dreams. The scariest dream I had recently is probably the one where I watched three planes drop to the ground all at the same time and explode.

Have you ever been to a mint where they make money? Nopes. I think the BSP had been part of one of Nina’s field trips before, but my batch didn’t get to have the itinerary.

Do you ever get really, really hyper? Occasionally.

Are you left or right handed, or ambidextrous? Right-handed.

If ambidextrous, do you prefer writing with your right or left hand?

What is your favourite subject at school? Any history elective, biology, political science.

Do you ever use Yahoo! Answers? For seriousness or for trolling? I used to read both serious (when I have a legit question) and funny (when I was bored and just wanted to lurk on the site) items on it. These days, when I have a genuine question, Google usually pulls up a Quora link which I find has been more helpful than Yahoo! Answers ever was.

Have you ever stepped on a thumb tack? No, but my brother did when he was a baby and was first learning how to walk.

Do you have a username you use for everything? Or does it change each site? I use my first name + surname for more serious, professional websites. Then I have a go-to for everything else.

Are you in Miami bitch? :D No. Not really interested in going to Florida at all, to be honest.

How did you break the last bone you broke? I’ve never broken a bone.

Have you ever used Nexopia? Never used, never heard of it before.

What has been the best year of school for you so far? Junior year of both high school (2014-15) and college (2018-19) were really great for me. There was a string of good events that happened in both, and I was able to have a lot of fun, gain friends, and have a number of positive learning and growing-up experiences.

Do you have any disorders or disabilities? I’ve always worried that I have BPD, but from the time I started considering it until today I’ve only done self-diagnosis, so idk. There’s definitely a lot more to unpack when it comes to me, mentally and psychologically.

Do you ever watch How To videos? Not really. How It’s Made videos are fun to watch though.

Do you enjoy trolling? It doesn’t even sound fun.

Have you ever been to an emergency room? If so, what for? Never been.

Which emoticon face do you use most often? Things like: :) :( :D :P :L D: Most of the time I’ll use the open- and closed-mouth smileys. I use the sad face as well, and occasionally I’ll pull out the :3 and :/ emoticons.

Are you a musical sort of person? I mean, are you musically talented? Yeah, not at all. I can’t sing, read music, nor play any instrument.

How did you break the first phone you broke? So my mom hooked my first phone to a lanyard that I was made to wear as it was the surest way I wouldn’t be able to lose it (I was 7, which really should not be an age for kids to receive their first phones lol). One day I was being a little more rambunctious than usual, and while moving around the hook to the lanyard suddenly came off, and the phone crashed to the ground. It messed up the screen a bit and the hook also got a little fucked from there; eventually the phone came off during my 1st grade field trip and I never realized, and I lost the phone.

Did you have a tree house when you were a kid? If so, did you ever fall from it? We did not have a treehouse. My grandpa surely would’ve been the type to make one for his grandkids as he’s great at building stuff and working with wood, but it just wasn’t plausible considering most trees here are crawling with fire ants and other weird and potentially dangerous insects.

Have you ever been on vacation to a snow field? I don’t know what that is but I’ll go ahead and say no as I’ve never seen snow anyway.

When you go on vacation, what mode of transport do you usually use? We take road trips most of the time because my dad likes to drive. But if it’s gonna be on another island in the country, like Palawan or Batanes, then we obviously have to take a plane.

What is the worst show, in your opinion on MTV? The best? I don’t care for any shows on MTV and I typically think most of them look like they suck. The few ones I’ve seen, like Teen Wolf and Scream, certainly didn’t help.

Do you like Jason Derϋlo? Eh, some of his hit songs are catchy but I’m not a fan fan.

Are there any movies that just creep you out so much? Aside from everything about it being creepy, Eraserhead is just so depressing to watch. Midsommar is also a freaky film.

Have you ever had a close encounter with a shark? I don’t think so.

Do you have any hotties on your walls? I have a poster of Nam Joo Hyuk that Angela got me when she went to South Korea, but he’s more cute than hot to me tbh.

Do you ever wish dinosaurs came back to life and there were cute and snuggly? Not really. But it would’ve been interesting to see how they would look like in real life, and know their temperament and things like that.

How many countries have you been to? Aside from having been around my own, 6.

How many states have you been to? In all the countries you’ve been to? We stayed in one city/state for each country I’ve gone to - Bali, Singapore, Johor, Shanghai, Jeju, and Fukuoka.

What is a song you heard long before it became popular and everyone liked it? Idk about songs, but this was me with The Crown lol.

Do you enjoy designing things? Anything? Not my thing at all. This is more of Nina’s specialty. Girl can make anything look pretty.

Do you know anyone who has gotten themselves into a serious accident? Yeah. Off the top of my head, I remember my aunt getting involved in a hit-and-run with a motorcycle and needing to get a number of stitches on her head. My cousin Joelle also got into a bad car accident a few Christmases ago that totally wrecked her vehicle.

Can you play anything on the violin? Nope, I never learned how to play. It’s one of my favorite instruments though.

Do you know what a raincheck at stores is? Never heard of that. I’ve heard some people say “I’m gonna have to take a rain check” whenever they abruptly have to bail on a plan at the last minute, but I think you’re talking of a different raincheck here.

Whose funeral was the last you went to? Nacho’s wake. Never been to a funeral.

Who got married at the last funeral you went to? That’s pretty fucked up.

What do you think of excessively long names? What about their shortenings? I don’t have an opinion on either.

Do you ever get hay fever? No.

Do you know anyone with the last name Pilbeam? Never heard of that surname before.

When you were little, did you have those magnet letters on your fridge? We may have had those? I’m not sure. I haven’t seen the fridge I grew up with for a while now. I do know Athenna had those magnet poetry phases on her family’s fridge and we used to try to make poems with them.

Have you seen the Techno Jeep video on YouTube? I have not, and it doesn’t sound familiar.

Does your house have a wood fire? No.

Do you know what a Pibgorn is? I don’t think so. I can’t recognize the term.

Can you learn the lyrics of a song by ear, or do you have to search them up? It’s 50/50 for me. Sometimes it’ll be easy for me to recognize the lyrics, and other times it’s incredibly difficult.

Do you like the name Amy? It’s a pretty name. I’d consider it as a second or third name.

Have you ever got an x-ray? How about a brain scan? Just an x-ray.

#survey #surveys

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vase-of-eternity-blog · 4 years

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(001) I had a dream where I was with a mother type figure, I felt short and like I was 5/6 and we looking for her son and his whole school was on her property (that looked a little like Emily's property) and the whole school of children we're searching dog houses and sheds and nobody found any signs of him and they all started to leave. And I went to a very tall shed with really tall doors and there was the kid (aparently my brother in the dream) after he went missing and we found him hanging in a large shed in the dark and he was possesed and started swinging and smiling at us and I I had got him down by tearing and pulling the rope down off the highest beam in the shed. He snapped out of it I think but, then we were on a twisted farm version of Emily's house at night and we were in the same shed. It was me and emily and there was a rusty red car and Chloe was in the back seat in a car seat and we were gonna drive her (home?) And the she started screaming and went missing and we seen Alex and was possessed as hell with glowing green eyes that started into your soul and he took Chloe and ran into the forest and we were scared. I kept seeing green eyes out of the forest crawling around and emily and me hid around the place. We couldn't get any contact with her mother or anyone. We were to scared to leave the property to and we still needed to find Chloe and sadie too. (The dogs weren't there) And me and emily ran into the twisted tree house with white walls on the plot of land and the inside of it looked like her treehouse but modernized to look like a normal house. And it was where her Normal house would be to. But it had some extra rooms on the bottom floor. And a hallway. And so emily hid in a room after we got Chloe back and sadie disappeared then. Chloe said she didn't know where she had been the whole time, so I'm guessing possesed and then she was set free and woke up. Then I had a random flash back to xavior entering the house while we was at a house party during the day, emily and everyone disappeared and the house filled with so many party animals and flashing lights and it was bright outside. And I started playing around with him and joking. But then everything switched back to dark and emily and everything. And I can't remember everything else that happened but Eventually it was morning and we got Chloe and sadie back safe and sound and everyone. Then we were getting ready for a vacation and my father and mother got us on a train on a very fast highway of railroads. We were going super fast and there was a big truck on the rail road covering it in gray bristles and we thought we were going to hit it and die. But apparently we were going into it. So we went through the bristles and everything stopped existing. Everything was constantly flashing rainbow colors as we rode. And it was crazy.

We got out and then apparently that was called a rail road separator. So we were seperated from all the other trains and fast travelled to our destination. Or so we thought. We hit an end and the cart stopped and we were walking on a small rail road indoors of a huge metal pipe with flashing x's on the floor. Making buzzing sounds. There was a staircase at the end of the rails and we went up it and out doors, it looked like we were inside a hotel. 5 floors up. There was a lobby to the right and went to it and waited a while. We we're at the wrong place. Brodie was there with us apparently and he needed a place to stay in one of our rooms we got? So they started talking about how someone needed to sleep on the floor because there we're only 4 beds. So I said I'd do it because I love the floor. The lady came in and was talking about how it was a railroad mistake and she'll show us where to go since we were in the wrong place and confused. It was sector 6 7 and 8. Not the ground floor. And I looked outside and I didn't see and end to the endless huge amusement park rides and Carosales. It was heaven. But we were behind glass and these people started going crazy in the lobby and started tearing it up. So everyone got banned and had to go back home and re ride the rails again if they wanted to come back. The lady was trying to give us directions. And I offered to clean while everyone was leaving to go through the door and the lady let me. And she vanished out the door.

(She was mixed btw) so I was alone cleaning the room and look down off the balcony after they left the room, and there they were with Brodie and I can't remember what we talked about but they ended up going. and time kept passing and passing.

It looked like I was in VR a little bit while I was grabbing the mop buckets and sitting them down and getting the Broom and all that. I cleaned up the lobby and cleaned up everyones clothes because apparently the lobby Morpehed into our hotel room. But it had no door. So I washed and dried clothes. And looked out the window at the huge beautiful park waiting for everyone to return. (Of course in the dream it didn't hit me that I was washing their clothes) and then it starts getting twilight outside and I text asking them what's taking them so long to get back. And I get a text back "What do you mean? We've been in the park playing because you offered to clean". And I started crying because I didn't get to experience my first time at the park with them and I could have been having fun and I thought they were sent back home having to ride back over. So I grab a rope and start trying to tie it and hang it off the door of the balcony (not on the balcony side) and attached it to me and just jumped off a chair and started choking to death. I faintly heard someone running at me to get me off the door but then. I woke up. And I was in a shed.

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theawkwardterrier · 5 years

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things left behind and the things that are ahead, ch. 11

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Shelby Peterson’s family has been to Disneyland and Disney World, which means she has been on an airplane four whole times. Shelby Peterson has taken pictures with Mickey, Minnie, Pooh Bear, and all seven of the dwarves. Shelby Peterson’s favorite rides is the Rocket Jets, but she likes the Alice in Wonderland teacups too because sometimes they spin so much that her little sister throws up. Shelby Peterson thinks that the Swiss Family Treehouse is so boring that she considered writing to the people at Disney Studios to tell them to come up with something better. Shelby Peterson thinks it’s a real shame that not everyone can experience the most magical place on Earth.

Steve hates Shelby Peterson.

He knows she’s a fifth grader and he knows he’s never met her, but if Nate brings even the specter of her into the house again, Steve’s banning her name.

It’s only because it’s Nate that he hasn’t already. He doesn’t say any of it in a wheedling way, or faux casually while peering up through his eyelashes to see how the information is landing. He doesn’t put it forward as if demanding anything. He drops the comments randomly - after spitting toothpaste into the sink, as he pulls out his math folder in the afternoon, when he asks if the peaches on the backyard tree are still too hard to eat - as if they are always turning over in his mind. His words are always simple and considered, the way Nate is, but there’s a jealousy there, a deep longing that makes Steve’s own brain start working.

“Have you thought about what you want to do with your vacation this year?” he asks Peggy. They have made sure over the past few years that Peggy takes at least two weeks off from carrying too much of the world on her shoulders. “I thought this summer might be a good time to take a trip. Rosie’s going to be starting college in the fall, Drea’s had a pretty tough year, and where have our kids gone in their lives? Brooklyn, up to Howard’s place in Maine, a little time at the beach here and there?”

They stand side by side at the kitchen sink - it’s one of their nights to do the dishes. Steve’s wedding ring (the replacement, which he’s grown quite fond of in its own right) sits on the countertop as he scrubs and rinses a frying pan then hands it to Peggy to dry. She circles the towel over it with an amused expression.

“Is this about Shelby Peterson?” she asks indulgently, slotting the pan into the rack. “Have you finally been convinced to experience Mr. Disney’s dreamland despite the expense?”

Steve finishes the last of the cutlery and hands it off to her, letting the scummy water circle down the drain. “Not exactly,” he says. “But if you can free up some time in August, I thought we might experience something else.”

They shuffle the kids out of bed at 6 AM, dressed in sweaters and comfortable clothing for the car and carrying their own pillows and blankets. The station wagon was packed the night before, its spacious trunk filled with suitcases, and once everyone is tucked in and already dozing again, they set off.

Peggy squeezes Steve’s hand and leans to take a catnap herself. The sun rising behind them, Steve pulls out of the driveway. As they move easily through quiet, empty streets, Steve looks in the rearview at his sleepy family. When he takes the time to consider it, when he isn’t caught up in the day-to-day routine of it all, there’s a strangely tinged sweetness in looking at them. They are the loves of a life he nearly didn’t have, and he is so grateful that he has had the opportunity to know them and be loved by them, for them to know and love each other.

He smiles to himself: he has no idea why Peggy thought this would be a rough trip.

By 9 AM everyone is up again and clamoring for breakfast.

By 10, they’re returning to the car following a nasty fight in the diner between Rose and Drea over whether they should both get pancakes or if one of them should get French toast (Rose: “It makes sense to have one of each! Then we can trade, a taste for a taste.” Drea: “You wouldn’t stop at just a taste! You’d probably eat all of yours and half of mine!”).

By 11, everyone is stewing in the aftermath of the argument between Nate and Drea as they’d returned to the car (Drea: “You can’t have that seat - you know we’re supposed to trade, plus I had dibs on that one and you know I get nauseous.” Nate: “The first part of the ride was short! Trades only count when it’s been hours. And we all know you’re faking because you just don’t like the back.”) and another between - surprisingly - Rose and Emma because Rosie refused to root around under the seats for Em’s sky blue colored pencil (Emma: “But you have the longest arms! They’re so long, it will be easy for you.” Rose: “I’m sorry, my weird long arms are busy.”)

Steve refuses to look over at Peggy, even as they stop for bathrooms, gas, and lunch around 1.

They divide into a kids’ room and a parents’ room at the motel in Indianapolis that night. Through the wall, Steve can hear the four of them bickering about who should have to share beds with who.

“I have no idea whether or not Rosie’s snoring is the equivalent of Nate’s kicking, but if they don’t go to sleep soon I don’t know that it will matter,” Peggy mumbles.

“If they’re tired out, it might make things easier tomorrow,” Steve suggests.

“I’m not certain that you’re in a place to comment,” she tells him, and rolls over to go to sleep.

Peggy takes the first driving shift the next morning, outfitting herself with sunglasses and a determined expression. They’re supposed to make it to Missouri by tonight.

“You look great today,” Steve tries about ten minutes down the highway, but Peggy just raises a waspish eyebrow at him and puts her foot to the gas. He sighs and tries to find a comfortable way to stretch his legs as he takes out his book.

The kids are following his example in the back, having each apparently elected to give the silent treatment to the rest. He isn’t sure how effective it is when they’re all doing it, but at least it’s quiet. Quiet enough that with the road whizzing beneath them and the scenery blurring outside, Steve actually falls asleep.

When he wakes up, Peggy is saying sternly, “No dirty words, Rose,” and Rosie is replying back, “I just said that we should look for signs that have the letters F and U in them! We’ve gone through the whole alphabet already, we have to move on to combinations. It’s just logic.”

“I can do without that logic,” Steve tells her, straightening in his seat and clearing his throat. “Your mother’s right, pick something else.”

“Hello, again,” Peggy says to him as he scrubs his fingers over his eyes to clear them. Behind them, the kids are reminding each other of the rules for Twenty Questions.

“Hey.” He smiles over at her. “I didn’t think I’d slept that long. Are these our same kids from this morning?”

“They are, they’ve simply remembered that they actually like one another.”

“Mom, Emma says that Drea’s pushing on the back of her seat!”

“That’s what happens when I’m all the way back here! My legs need somewhere to go.”

“Well, they like each other most of the time,” Steve says, and points to an awning beside the road proclaiming Dolly’s, the smaller print below reading Hamburgers, Floats, Fries. “And they’ll probably like each other more after lunch.”

Their motel that night has a pool, and the fact that none of the kids beg for a swim before bed should probably be a tipoff that something is up. Steve is still awake and reading at 11 when there’s a splash outside the window. He brushes back the curtain and stretches up as much as he can from his position sitting up against the wall. Rosie and Drea have already jumped in, and Nate is climbing down the ladder. Emma seems content to simply dangle her feet, at least for now.

“Are you going to tell them off?” Peggy mumbles into his shirt from where she’s dozing on his shoulder.

“Nah.” Steve closes his book and puts it on the bedside table. He leans over and rests his face into Peggy’s hair for a moment. “Hey, Peg,” he finally says, kissing the top of her head with his eyes closed. “You brought a swimsuit too, didn’t you?”

The night manager comes out at half past midnight to grumble at them that the pool’s closed, and when they go to check out, a charge has been added to their bill for a noise violation. Steve’s about ready to argue that he isn’t paying for any made up fine, but then he watches Nate and Emma guarding the luggage in the corner, interrupting each other with eagerness as they recall the underwater somersault contest they had with Peggy the night before.

He pays the charge.

They drive past a sign advertising a local square dance in one of towns near the border of Oklahoma, and even though they’re meant to just be driving through, the kids want to see it badly enough that they while away the rest of the day and put together the most appropriate outfits they can find from what remains in their suitcases.

It’s too intimidating for the kids to actually participate. Even Rose, who is usually difficult to embarrass, doesn’t attempt a venture into the fast paced synchronicity in front of her. But they enjoy themselves anyway, clapping along to the beat that echoes from the huge tent which has been set up, trying to translate the unfamiliar language of the dance for Emma, and appreciating the energy of the caller, a grinning, red-faced man whose enthusiasm only increases as the evening goes on, until he’s ending each number with a bellowed “Yeehaw, it’s done!”

For the rest of the trip, whenever something is completed - a meal or a book, the drive through another state - it will be inevitably and solemnly announced, “Yeehaw, it’s done.”

The plan had been to have arrived in time to celebrate Nate’s birthday, but the stop in Oklahoma puts them a bit off. They end up in a joint called Elmer’s for his celebratory dinner, which Steve doesn’t think looks particularly promising, until he meets Myra, the brains behind the operation.

She doesn’t even let them order, just brings out family sized dishes of lasagna and garlic bread and some kind of broccoli dish that all the kids actually eat. When they mention that it’s Nate’s birthday, she nods solemnly and asks how old he is. The cake, topped with eleven candles plus one to grow on, arrives at the end of the meal, so enormous that Myra has to balance it on both arms.

“How did you know what kind I wanted?” Nate asks her, wide-eyed, as they get ready to go. “No one ever guesses that I like white frosting but chocolate cake inside.”

Myra taps the side of her nose. “Restaurant owner secret.”

(Emma won’t leave until Myra’s given up her lasagna recipe, even though she and Steve have been perfecting their own for years.)

“If we’re just going to find a place for the night,” Rosie asks slyly as they return to the car, “why don’t I drive?”

“No,” Steve says firmly, only to find himself echoed by everyone else. Rose is a maniac driver. He’d tried to give her a couple of lessons but couldn’t concentrate on advice when he was consistently formulating strategies for evasive maneuvers - he was certainly getting older, but he could probably still get the two of them out if it came to it. It is common family wisdom that she’d only been licensed to drive because the examiner had interpreted her handling of the test course as a direct threat on his life.

Keeping a tight grip on the keys, Steve says, “I’m actually in the mood to drive a little more. You all go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when I find somewhere to stop.”

He turns off of I-40 around 5 AM. The sun is just beginning to trickle up the horizon. He leans over and runs his fingers over Peggy’s cheek.

“Are we there?” she asks, her voice soft and sleepy. She blinks a few times, slow, groggy, barely opening her eyes, and stretches a bit. “Have you accomplished your latest bullheaded idea?”

“Almost. Thanks for agreeing to come with me.”

“I always will,” she says. “You know that.”

He drives the rest of the way with one hand on the wheel, the other hand holding hers.

They don’t quite make it before sunrise, but that’s alright. There isn’t anyone much there: it’s chilly, a Monday morning. The kids bundle themselves up in their blankets as they stumble from the car. They are still in their clothes from dinner last night.

They stand together on the rim of the Canyon, looking out.

“This is it,” Steve signs when no one says anything first. He wonders if they’re regretting letting themselves get dragged all the way across the country. Maybe this isn’t enough for them the way he had thought it would be.

Then Drea says, “The world is so big.” For once she does not stretch the sign to exaggeration; it is held against her chest in wonder, a whisper. She looks up at him. “Dad, did you know the world is so big?”

He smiles down at her. “I had a bit of an idea.”

They start to drive back at night after two days at and around the Grand Canyon. It’s the only way Mom is going to get back in time for her to start work again, and everyone still has to go back-to-school shopping.

“At least you let us prepare this time,” Rosie grumps as they climb into the car. “No one likes sleeping in their jeans, Dad.”

Dad just kisses the top of her head and says, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Nate, like all his siblings, falls asleep pretty easily on car rides. But he wakes up a little while later and isn’t sure why. It’s really dark out, even darker than at home, and the stars look pretty from where his head is leaning by the window. Mom and Dad are talking softly up front. He likes when they do that. It makes him feel safe.

“I’ve been thinking,” Mom says. “It seems to me that once the cost of the various food and lodgings, the gas and souvenirs and all the rest have been tallied up, a trip to Orlando might have been more cost effective.”

“Maybe,” says Dad. “But wasn’t this worth it?”

“Hmm,” says Mom in that smiling way she does when Dad makes a good point. “I suppose it was.”

Nate remembers doing handclaps across the car seat with Emma until his palms were sore and they declared themselves world champions, making Rosie laugh until she’d almost peed in the pool, trying to remember the square dance steps with Drea even though he was too short and she was too tall and they kept tripping over each other. He remembers his birthday cake. He remembers Mom leaning over to Dad that first day at the Canyon and asking very quietly, “You really never saw it before? In all that time?” and the way he’d replied, “No. I guess I was waiting to see it with all of you,” and how Nate had felt all lit up inside from hearing that.

Worth it, Nate thinks drowsily, and closes his eyes again as Dad drives them steadily through the dark.

He’ll have plenty of stories of his own to tell Shelby Peterson when sixth grade starts.

#steggyweek2k19 #Steggy fic #Steggy #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #things left behind fic #(this is my free choice day fic if it wasn't obvious)

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sharperthewriter · 4 years

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Chapter 24 of SFV

Chapter 24 - Day 2: Passing Ships

(2:50pm)

"Here we are, Stoppable troops! South Dakota!" Kim exclaimed as the Stoppable-mobile crossed the state line from Nebraska to South Dakota. "We are going to enjoy a full week of family time and good turkey!"

She then asked her husband.

"Ron, can you check and see if the lemon squares are still good in the back?"

Ron peered his head and saw the container that had the squares.

"They're good so far, KS!" Ron replied.

"Good! We need to make sure they do not get smushed up by any means."

"So that means we're here?" Justin asked from the back seat.

"Nope!" Kim said with a smile, "We still have about 3 1/2 hours of driving left."

"AWWWWWWW!"

Both the Stoppable kids moaned in the back seat, for they were going to have to deal with nothing but the boring South Dakota prairie all around them.

(French Narrator: 30 minutes later)

The Stoppable-mobile continued its way onward up US 83 north to get to Murdo, which was an hour away from their current point. They had just passed the small 1,000-soul town of Mission.

Kim put her hands on the steering wheel, her fingers gripping the rubber. It was relatively peaceful in the van with the rest of the Stoppables sound asleep It seems that all of the issues of the first day and the whole issue with the camper's tire today was behind them.

All of a sudden, she then heard the motor of a convertible. She had not seen a car on 83 for a good solid 15 miles.

Huh? Who could that be in this patch of God-forsaken-knows where?

Looking behind her, Kim saw the convertible, red in color, coming from behind. It was going at least the speed limit, which was 65 miles an hour. The motor of the car didn't wake up the other Stoppables because they were in a deep sleep. The convertible finally caught up to the minivan in the other lane because a) there were no other cars around for miles and b) there was no solid line, so other cars could pass the Stoppable-mobile.

Kim then studied the well-built young man. She estimated him to be in his late-20s, early 30s, He was very well-built, toned, and muscular and was smiling at her. He was also wearing a white tank top to show off the said muscular frame of his and baggy jeans that were a size too big for him, for it showed off his green tartan boxers and he was wearing said jeans below his buttocks.

But the two physical traits that were a dead giveaway to whom he was were a) his blue eyes and b) those frosted tips that he still styled on his hair.

It can't be!

Kim couldn't believe her eyes. Deep within the recesses of her memory bank, she finally knew who he was.

It was none other than her old crush: Joshua Wendell Mankey. This was the first time in almost 13 years that the two had seen each other face to face.

Kim exactly recalled the last time she had seen...or heard about...Josh.

(late-March 2006)

It seemed so quiet and peaceful within the hallowed halls at Middleton High. Kim, a junior at that point like the rest of her friends, grabbed her books from her locker. She didn't have to worry much with cheer practice now that both football and basketball seasons were over so practices were scaled back to just twice a week as opposed to four times a week. But something else occupied the student body at the high school, a four-letter word that elicits beautiful dresses and young boys on the verge of becoming men in tuxedos in a matter of the next three weeks.

Prom.

Everyone else,especially the cheer squad, was trying to figure out who was going to date whom. The star QB, Brick Flagg, was absolutely no contest. It was Bonnie whom was going to take him to the prom, though she wished he would stop staring at the girl with the giant hoops at the mall. As for Jessica, she was with Steve Foley. And for Tara, she had Josh Mankey by her side. For Kim, though, she was SOL. Her missions of saving the world from maniacal villains with global conquest dreams left her very little time in the way of dating. Bonnie, of course, mocked Kim endlessly for this, but the redhead usually ignored her banter.

Jessica, that day, came up to Kim and asked, "Heya, Kim!"

"Hey, Jess! What's the sitch?" Kim asked.

"Oh, you know that we have that chemistry test coming up on Friday, right?" Jess questioned.

"Yeah, I recall Barkin saying something about that. No need to worry, though. I'm going to ace it!" Kim exclaimed.

"Well, I got a text from Ron saying that he may need some help studying." Jess said, pulling out a text from her flipphone of Ron asking for help.

"That's so not like him." Kim said, "He's usually...how do I put it in his words...chillaxin' to a Scamper and Bitey marathon or challenging Rufus to a nacho stacking contest at Bueno Nacho."

"He may have had a change of heart as of late." Jess replied. "He and Tara need help in Chemistry class: Ron from a D to a C and Tara from a C to a B. So I have come up with the idea of a study group to help the both of them out."

"Yes..." Kim replied, knowing that one of the only classes Tara was struggling in her junior year was Chemistry. "...that is a very excellent idea! Why don't we gather at my house for Thursday night before that test on Friday!"

"Sure! What about 6pm?" Jess asked for a time.

"Sounds spankin' to me!" Kim replied, "And can you send a text to her, Monique, Zita and Felix about it as well!

"Sure do!" Jess replied.

(A couple of days later)

"Do we have everyone on board?" Kim asked. It was Thursday evening in front of her house and the sun was going down.

"I'm more than ready to take on Barkin's Chemistry test tomorrow..." Ron said, holding his chemistry book, "...I hope." Rufus, from his pocket, was holding the periodic table.

"I think we do." Zita said. She looked around and saw herself, Felix, Kim, Ron, Monique and Jessica.

"Wait, girl, we're missing one!" Monique exclaimed, "Where's Tara?"

"Dunno...come to think of it, I haven't seen her at school all day." Jess added with concern for her cheer friend.

Kim then felt a rumble from her cell.

"I'll get that!" she said, opening up her phone.

It was a text from Tara saying: Kim, meet me in the treehouse at my house. Bring only Ron and Monique with you.

"Guess me, Ron and Mon will have to head to Tara's to see what's the matter with her." Kim said.

"But what about us?" Zita asked, looking at Felix and Jess.

"We'll meet you three at my room." Kim replied, "Right now, Tara's sitch is more important...whatever it is..."

(10 minutes later)

Kim, Ron, and Monique came to the Queen house. Monique was the first to knock on the door.

Mrs. Amelda Queen opened it.

"Oh heya, Mrs. Queen!" Monique said, waving her hand. "Is Tara around?"

Amelda said, sighing, "The poor thing has been in her tree house ever since last night. Me and Paul were trying to figure out what it was, but all we heard was sobbing from there."

"We'll investigate what it is that's bugging her!" Kim replied. "If there is anyone in our group that has known Tara longer, it's me."

The trio then reached the backyard where Tara's treehouse was.

"Tara? You up there?" Kim asked.

Her question was answered by the sound of sobs.

Recognizing the sound, the trio climbed up the stairs to where Tara was at.

"Tara? What's the sitch?" Kim asked.

Tara's normally carefully prepared wavy blond hair was all messed up. Tears were streaming down her face. She had eaten very little since last night.

"Hey...Kim..." the blonde cheerleader said with a sniffle, trying to wipe away her tars. She then tried to articulate a name.

"J...J...J...J..."

Tara then finally screamed it out loud.

"JOSH MANKEY BROKE UP WITH MEEEEEEEEE!"

She cried loudly into Kim's arms.

(5 minutes later)

After her crying subsided, Kim gave Tara another tissue. The latter blew into it and tossed it aside. Tissues were all over the place around the treehouse.

"He was kissing another girl during Spring Break while me and the family took him to the beach. Apparently Josh was more interested in girls wearing bikinis than my one-kini..." Tara explained, tears still streaming down her eyes, "When I confronted him about this at the hotel, he told me that our relationshp was done and told me to kiss a horse's butthole, to put it mildly. He transferred to Lowerton High after that."

Kim shuddered, "And to think...I had a crush on that blue-eyed cheat!"

(end of flashback)

And now, all this time later, the 'cheat' that she was referring to was now driving on a US highway, all muscular and making goo-goo eyes at her.

Kim then looked at the now-muscular Josh and then back at her husband, still asleep, picking his nose and eating the mucus in his mouth, unaware of what was going on with his wife.

Heya, Kim! It's been a very long while! Josh mouthed without articulating any sound.

Kim, an expert at reading lips, replied sternly, also not making a sound to wake up Ron.

What the Hell do you want, Josh? I do not have time for this! I am on vacation.

Wanna spend some time with me? he said silently.

Sorry, Josh, I'm taken! Kim replied with a sarcastic smirk, showing off her wedding band, Thanks for the offer though!

We'll see about that! Josh said with a wink of his eye as he pulled away from the Stoppable-mobile. The license plate, California by the design of it, had the plate of LUV ME on it.

Kim just gave a look of disgust and kept on driving the Stoppable-mobile.

#kim possible #fanfiction #stoppable family vacation

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things-we-used-tc-share · 5 years

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It was always you

“It was always you, falling for me,

now there’s always time, calling for me,

I’m the light blinking at the end of the road,

blink back to let me know,”

Warnings: Smoking and alcohol ment, tattoos?

Ship: Royality, Background Analogical

Plot: Patton and Roman have been friends for years, best friends, inseparable friends. They’d always been there for each other and always will be.

Written for @romansleftshoulderpad happy PALentines day jr!

“My turn!” Roman declared, a seven-year-old with a cape tied around his shoulders as he brandished a small plastic sword “I wanna fight the bad guys now Pat!” His best friend, tripping over his own feet with a wide grin, points his own sword to the sky.

“I will protect the prince!” The brunet declared “We can fight together,” Mrs Prince, leaning against the wall to the house with a glass of lemonade shakes her head and nudges Mrs Sanders with a smile, the warm smile at watching their children play happily is returned.

“People would think they’re brothers, the way they act,” A small laugh leaves her and she calls “Boys! Dinners ready,” The swords become abandoned on the floor as it becomes a race to eat, the cape around Roman’s neck billowing behind them as he grabs his best friend’s hand and runs.

“I hate school,” eleven-year-old Roman complains to a maths book, before lowering it and nudging Patton “Shall we go to the treehouse?” The treehouse in question was one built in the forest behind Roman’s house. Patton blinks, a mouthful of cookie blocking his response, but Roman waits patiently.

“We should ask your mum first,” He looks down at the maths book ��I don’t understand maths, I mean shouldn’t there be more numbers? Why are there letters too?” He lets out a harumph of displeasure before sliding the plate of cookies closer.

Mrs Prince came in to see how they were doing, to be met by two very upset young faces as they glared at the work that was surely well above their grade. “Alright boys you can go to the treehouse, be back before dark! Take your dad’s phone Roman,” The two let out a cheer as they scramble out the door, grabbing Mr Prince’s phone as they go.

The treehouse was their fortitude, it could be a palace or a battleground or a spaceship. Patton digs the cookies out of his pockets, handing one to Roman as they sit on the edge, legs swinging whilst they take in the forest around them.

“I hope we’ll be friends forever Roman,”

“Of course we will Patton!”

“You have paint all over you,” Roman snorts, gesturing to the blue and black paint all up Patton’s arms, the elder simply shrugs, “treehouse?” Patton nods, his portfolio bag swinging by his side as they head towards Roman’s house. “Are you finally going to show me the project you’ve been working on?”

“Maybe,” The shorter replies with a grin “Maybe I’ll never show you!” Roman gives him a light shove through a smile and they walk in silence. Now sixteen and struggling with their work, they'd already chosen the paths they’d wanted. Patton, an artist, if the paint and ink decorating his skin was anything to go by. Roman, an actor, and he was brilliant at it.

They climb the ladder as they’d done for most of their lives and Patton pulls out the sketchbook he’d been so heavily protecting, handing it to Roman and looking down at his feet as they swung. He hears a soft ‘oh’ escape the other before he’s met with Roman’s grin “I’ve never looked this good before,” Patton laughs gently as his attention is drawn back to the sketchbook full of observations of Roman.

“Is that a...cigarette?” seventeen-year-old Roman blinks down at the voice from where his legs are dangling, to the bottom of the ladder to Patton’s shocked expression. “Roman!” He moves back for the elder to scramble up the ladder, blankly watching the end of his cigarette as the smoke drifts from it. He hates that he’d hidden it from Patton in the first place, amongst other things. “Roman, when did you start smoking? Why did you start smoking?”

There’s silence in the static air for a second, punctuated by an inhale and long exhale, like a sigh. “I’m just...not really feeling okay lately, stress I think,”

“So you thought cancer was a good way to remedy that?” He’s half joking, half serious, mostly upset and a little bit angry that Roman would start smoking and then hide it from him. The way the other had been acting lately it seemed there was a lot he was hiding; for once he’d been staring off into space, barely recognizing his own existence more often than not, plastering on smiles that were so fake they could’ve been made from plastic. “Roman, what’s gotten into you lately?”

Alarm shoots through Patton as Roman’s brown eyes met his own pale grey ones, and he sees tears in them. The younger sniffles and wipes his eyes before his body starts to shake with tears like he was afraid. “Patton I...” He chokes and swallows, a hand coming up to his mouth to muffle the sobs before he finally forces out his words “I’m gay,” The other goes very still for a moment and then sighs.

“Oh Roman,” He hugs him, pressing a kiss to his forehead “That’s okay, there’s nothing wrong with that at all,” Roman breaks, sobbing as the cigarette falls down the ladders and his arms wrap around his friend, seeking some comfort for a secret he’d been carrying alone for far too long. “I suppose now is a good of a time as any to tell you I’m gay too,” Patton says gently, rubbing the others back “Have you told your parents yet?” A head shake “Anyone at all?” And another “Roman, how long have you known?”

“A year and a bit, maybe longer I don’t know I just...I was scared, I knew that you wouldn’t mind, and my parents wouldn’t and I’m sure most people know because I’m not...exactly a picture of masculinity but I was still scared,”

“I know Ro, I know, it’s all okay,”

“You always make it okay,”

“This city is...busy,” Patton sighs, sketchbook tucked under his arm as he watches the cars move past him “And the accents are weird,” twenty-one and taking a vacation from his work for ‘inspiration’ the two had traveled to the UK for a little bit of a change of scenery. “But it’s nice, it’s pretty,” The buildings weren’t as tall as those he’d seen in New York, they were a comfortable size. Most of them made out of glass.

“We should go get all our stuff checked into the hotel,” Patton hums in agreement, as they head in the direction that Google Maps said that they should. The busy streets were a little different from what he’s used too, but his heart still fills up with warmth as he takes in the new signs and the cars that drive on the wrong side of the road. The hotel is not particularly large, situated on one of the biggest roads in the city. They check in and take a keycard each before pulling their suitcases into a lift that should surely be bigger.

“Are you happy?” Patton asks, his wide eyes and gentle smile flooding Roman’s heart with something he’d experienced before and was trying desperately to ignore.

“I couldn’t be happier Pat,” The smile that elicits made his heart beat tenfold faster before the elevator doors open and they begin their search for the right room, suitcases making noise against the carpeted floor that makes Patton laugh a little, high off the feeling of a new city. A new country, a new place. He hums as he puts the keycard into the door and pushes it open with his shoulder.

“Oh,” He mutters “Uh Roman?” Roman hums from behind him and then looks over Patton’s shoulder before letting out a small laugh, either there was a God out there and he was playing a cruel joke or Patton forgot to double check that it was two singles and not a double bed. “I must have messed up, I’m sorry,” His face falls but his best friend only squeezed his arm.

“It’s alright Pat, there’s definitely worst ways to be spending my nights, plus we’ve been sleeping in the same bed since we were kids!”

“When we were kids,” The other corrects, but a small smile tugs at his lips. Roman was right, it’s hardly the end of the world.

(By the end of the holiday, he’d be wondering how he’d slept alone for so long)

Patton thought about the holiday for a while after it had ended. Halfway through the week, he’d spent waking up next to Roman he’d hit a realization. He’d gone to the UK to draw the sights and gain a sense of perspective and take pictures of the wonderful landscapes, yet most of the time he’d spent staring at his best friend (Because really, was there anything much prettier than Roman?).

He played it off as though it was a simple aesthetic attraction, Roman was objectively pretty, most people found him attractive. Until he’d woken up with Roman’s arm around his waist and his breath on his neck and thought “this feels like home,” He’d known he was gay for a long time now, and he’d always found Roman to be a center of attraction, but it was a worrying realization to look at your best friend and think you might actually be falling in love with them.

Unbeknownst to him, Roman had been facing this dilemma for a couple of years now, and the best solution would be just to tell him. But it wouldn’t be much of a story if it was that simple, would it?

Aged twenty-two, the two of them decide that life together is more fun, and get a flat together, along with two other students that they haven’t actually met yet.

“Absolutely not happening,” Somewhere between twenty-two and twenty-five the two had made friends with their drastically different roommates. Logan, a brilliantly minded biochemistry student with a penchant for, despite being extremely clever, enjoying ruining everyone’s fun. Specifically Roman’s.

“Please Logan,” Roman whines, like a child instead of a full-grown adult. He sighs “Fine? Patton!” The art student looks up from the collection of paper strewn all over the floor, his hair rather messy. “Will you do it?” He’s not really sure what he’s agreeing too and looks like he hasn’t slept in days before nodding. “Great, Patton will be my fake date,” Patton goes bright red and stares hard at the piece of paper in his hands.

“More like a real date,” Their other friend, Virgil, a pessimist and not one for biting his tongue, mutters through a smirk. The hard glares he catches off both Patton and Roman makes him chuckle before his attention turns to his phone “It’s true,” Logan exchanges a small smile with his friend behind the two would-be-lovers back and receives a quiet eyeroll from Virgil. “One day they’ll figure it out,”

Roman’s had many boyfriends, he’s had so many boyfriends that he almost didn’t notice that Patton had never really been in a relationship; there was an attempt between him and Logan which lasted around month before they decided that it didn’t felt right, but he’d really not noticed that Patton had never had a long term relationship.

He feels bad because he liked all those men, but he’d never stopped looking at Patton and thinking that he was his entire life. Now twenty-five and accepted that he was never going to fall out of love with his best friend. Anyone that witnessed them would tell them that they rather had to be emotionally blind, so to speak, to not notice the way they hang off each other’s words. The only thing different between these two being in a loving relationship and a loving friendship were that they called it a “Friendship,”

In hindsight, Roman had wished Logan had said yes when he’d asked him to accompany him as his fake date because he could pretend to be in love like nobodies business, and Logan knows that he has no desire to ever be romantically involved with him; he wasn’t sure how to pretend to not be in love, you would think he’d have mastered it by now.

He was terrified Patton would catch on and from the second he saw him dressed in his blue suit, hair swept back from his eyes he worried he himself would not be able to conceal it. Interestingly enough, Patton was thinking the exact same thing.

“You look nice Pat,” The younger manages out as if he’s being suffocated by his own words, stiffly and choking with a hard look in his eyes. “Really nice,”

“Thanks, Roman,” Patton noticed, but he didn’t want to mention it. “You look handsome as always,” He smiles and takes the offered arm as they walk towards the Taxi together. Behind them and waving them off Logan shook his head and Virgil is trying to stifle laughs, leaning against his friend’s shoulder as the two walk off.

“I think we should start placing bets,” Virgil mutters and Logan tries to hide the smile on his face.

“Uh,” Virgil blinked down at the couch with confusion on his face before he slowly walks back up the stairs and into Logan’s room “Logan, Logan,” He whispers, tapping the other awake “You’ll never guess!” Logan lets out a soft groan before following Virgil’s gesturing hands “Stay quiet,” His eyebrows furrow as he tries to comb his hair with his hands into something somewhat acceptable. When he reaches the living room and follows the hand that is pointing to the couch he peers over his shoulder.

“Are they...?” Virgil shrugs.

Roman was lying on the couch, his blazer resting on the floor with his tie with the first few buttons of his shirt undone. The TV was playing quietly, barely making a sound. Patton was lying on Roman, his head on his chest and his arms at the other’s side with a content smile on his lips. “That is...undeniably adorable,”

“They have to talk about it now surely,” Virgil mutters with a sigh before creeping past into the kitchen “WHo knows how long this was going on before we met them like I’m not going crazy right?” Logan fishes out the cereal from the cupboard with a hum. “Patton told me how he feels about Roman,” He finally admits (Patton had been worried extensively about being the fake date to his best friend whom he was in love with, and the existing pressure of his work had lead to one big explosion of emotion, in which Virgil had made him a cup of tea and reassured him).

“Interesting, because Roman confided in me about his feelings for Patton,

They eat in silence (Distantly, Logan wonders how Virgil manages to notice other people’s feelings but not when the affections are directed at himself).

“You got a...tattoo?” Roman blinks at Patton, whose holding out his arm, wrapped in cling film. The blues and reds and browns make up that of a bird, bright and vibrant watercolors that were very Patton. “It suits you, I love it, did you design it yourself?” Patton nods and lets his arm fall by his side.

“He designed mine too,” Virgil, a minute behind him, chucks his bag on the floor. Roman’s not sure if he’s ever even seen Virgil’s arms before as he pulls his hoodie sleeve up. It was a blackbird, with purple splashes of watercolor, also very Virgil. “Honestly Pat you should go into tattoo design,” Patton only laughs, Roman tries to ignore the slight sinking feeling that Virgil ha known and he hadn’t. Then reminds himself that Patton has every right to go and do what he wishes, with or without informing himself.

“Hey Pat?” Virgil moves past them to go and find Logan and show him his new design “I’m going back home in a couple days, just for a week, I was wondering if you’d like to come? See my parents and yours of course,”

“Yeah I’d love too Roman,” Patton smiles in all his warmth, Roman is tired of simple motions making him feel as though his heart is breaking.

“I can’t believe it’s still here,” The two sit in their treehouse, a bottle of wine between them as Roman lights a cigarette “And I still can’t believe your smoking,”

“For old times sake,” Roman shrugs and leans back against the wall, taking a swig from the bottle. He inhaled and exhaled before looking up at the stars. “I think Logan would like it here,” He mutters “The stars are so clear,” The brunet nods but the only star he’s really looking at-and has ever been looking, at-is Roman. The smoke curls from his lips and drifts into the air and he looks so sad. “Patton I can’t do this anymore,” It’s like deja vu, Roman, smoking a cigarette and tearing up except now there’s a bottle of wine and the fact that he feels like he could lose his best friend (He really should know Patton better than that).

“What’s wrong?” The cigarette gets flicked to the ground and the elder can see the tears being fought out of soft brown eyes, he can suddenly see everything that Roman’s being trying to hide and his heart almost stops beating.

“I love you,” First there’s confusion on Patton’s face, well, of course, Roman loves him they’d always loved each other, why would he look so scared over...oh. Oh. Patton throws his arms around his best friend with no other conscious thought than to comfort him, holding him as close as possible.

“I love you too,” Patton’s voice chokes on his words as he feels the tears well, it had been so, so long now, years of tossing and turning the matter in his brain repeatedly. He wondered had it been the same for Roman, by the way, his shoulders shook he thought it might be. They sit like this for a while, holding onto each other, Patton shifting into Roman’s lap so they could hold on more comfortable. “After all this time,”

“How long?”

“About...five years, and for you?”

“Nearly ten,” All this time, he’d never brought it up, never mentioned it, had he told anyone? Had he simply bore the burden alone? Patton had so many questions and not enough time to have them all answered, not right now anyway. His only response was to shake his head, his fingertips tracing patterns into Roman’s cheekbones carefully, delicately, like he may break any second.

They just stare at the tear stains through the darkness, exploring the expressions that convey both relief and heartbreak simultaneously. They’d been keeping a secret from each other for far too long, and that’s not what should’ve happened, both carrying their own guilt that the other felt he could not come and approach the topic.

Without enough words to say what they’re feeling, Patton simply kisses him, his hands cupping his best friend’s chin like he was holding the world between the palms of his hands. Roman’s hands slide up the other’s back and gripped the back of his jacket like he’s terrified the other might disappear right in front of them.

Finally.

There are few surprises left for the two by the end of the trip away, one of them, however, did not include finding Virgil and Logan kissing rather feverishly on the couch. “Really?” Roman snorts, “Like we’re gone for a week so you guys decide to desecrate every conceivable surface in the house?” Logan at least, had the conscience to look embarrassed.

“Well, at least I don’t have to watch you two pining for each other anymore,” Patton hums, and Virgil gives him a look that says ‘you have got to be kidding me’ whilst Logan’s expression seems to be more along the lines of ‘you two are one to talk,’ but they silently acknowledge the two hands that are holding each other.

“We’ve not had a movie night in a while,” Virgil comments as he moves towards the kitchen “Think you two lovebirds will be up to it?” Patton’s cheeks go very red whilst Roman doesn’t look remotely perturbed “Can’t hide anything from me, my dudes, now you order the Pizza, I’ll see what’s on Netflix,”

The four settle into their own routine, feeling content as Patton reaches for the phone to order pizza and Virgil returns with a glass of juice to scroll through the shows available. They exchange little glances with their partners, small smiles of happiness.

#sanders sides #royality

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New Beginnings (1/1)

summary: Beca and Chloe are married, but their honeymoon is cut short because of demanding schedules. Beca makes sure to pack lightly and efficiently.

word count: 6.8k

a/n: god i need to go to church. this could probably be set inside any universe, but it kinda fits inside she is the flint because of the actual setting of this one-shot. anyway, this is really just pwp. my apologies.

read on ao3 or below.

As beautiful as their wedding had been, Beca has been looking forward to this honeymoon more than she’d care to let on. She hasn’t been back to Seattle in ages and she knows that the trip is long overdue.

In all honesty, the trip itself is heinous. Beca spends most of the time staring out the window just so she can stare at something other than how beautiful Chloe's profile looks with the setting sun shining through the windows.

“We should go inside,” Beca murmurs, trying to detach herself from Chloe’s hold. Their bags are forgotten right by the door and around them, the trees rustle, though neither of those facts do anything to dispel their desire for each other. It had built up on the car ride over, reaching a nearly unbearable level and Beca had barely managed to resist asking - no, demanding - that Chloe turn the car into the closest secluded road so she could climb right over the console into Chloe’s lap.

Once they finally got out of the car, all bets were off.

“We should,” Chloe agrees, with a sharp nip to Beca’s lower lip. She smiles at the little yelp Beca makes, finally kissing her softly to alleviate the sting. “I wouldn’t want to consummate our marriage in full view of any passing stranger,” Chloe says, with emphasis on marriage. It does very specific things to Beca’s body - this knowledge and excitement that she gets to call Chloe her wife. “Or animal,” Chloe adds with a playful smile.

Beca shudders at the thought.

It had been the only downside to this getaway - that they would be in such close proximity to wildlife.

Still, they stifle their arousal enough to make their way into the cozy cabin treehouse - one that they had picked specifically for its seclusion and cozy aesthetic. At once, Chloe drops her bag with a thud and spins around, taking in the decor and wood panelling.

Beca drapes her jacket over the back of a cozy-looking armchair and sighs, shaking off the cool air from her body. She misses Seattle from time to time, but she still kind of wishes they had opted for the sweltering heat of Los Angeles for this vacation. She vows to take Chloe somewhere nice and warm and far away as soon as their schedules allow for it, but this will do.

The heat is thankfully on, but Beca wants nothing more to climb into bed, feeling exhaustion seep into her from the flight and the drive.

“Let’s unpack?” Chloe suggests. She uses her foot to nudge the small cooler bag towards Beca. “Did you want to make tea or something?” She smiles a little at Beca’s expression. “Or we can just get right in bed,” she says lightly. It’s teasing, but she’s about seventy percent serious. Beca tries not to stare at Chloe’s still swollen lips too obviously.

Chloe’s smile shifts into a grin. Beca flushes and busies herself with a water bottle. The landlord was kind enough to provide a kettle and she plugs that in, dumping two bottles of water in.

Chloe unzips Beca’s bag first, intent on getting some comfortable clothes out for herself and Beca. She begins unpacking, putting some clothes in the neat drawers underneath the bed. She stifles a smile at the spectrum of underwear Beca packed for herself, noting (with no small measure of interest) that there are some pieces that are unfamiliar to her.

However, she comes across something that she’s fairly well-acquainted with.

“ Oh, ” Chloe drawls out, with interest in her voice upon reaching the bottom of Beca’s bag. “And what’s this , dear wife of mine?” she asks, holding out the neatly folded harness and accompanying toy. It had been hiding underneath a sweater rather innocently. Beca perks up at the way Chloe addresses her as her “wife” before she turns around and her eyes land immediately on the strap-on in Chloe’s hand. Spluttering, Beca launches forward, somehow still shy even after being intimate with Chloe countless times. She snatches it away, an inexplicable blush rising on her cheeks at the expression on Chloe’s face. It can only be described as predatory, though somehow Chloe still manages to inject familiar love and passion into that expression. “I…”

Beca’s not quite sure where the rest of the sentence goes because she’s brought back immediately into the state of mind she had been in when she had packed their strap-on. Forgetting momentarily about unpacking, Chloe’s smile only grows at Beca’s sudden change in demeanor and she steps forward, into Beca’s space to cup her cheeks and pull her in for a slow, languid kiss. “It’s been a while,” Chloe points out, between the gentle presses of their lips. Beca feels her chest tighten momentarily and sinks into the quiet comfort of Chloe’s arms and her steady, sure kisses.

They’ve only ever used their strap-on a few times before and their first time had been quite the experience for them both – there had also been a lengthy discussion until they came to the agreement that they’d try it and decide whether they’d ever want to do that again. (Beca had thoroughly enjoyed the experience and yes, she wanted to do it again.) “I want to…” Beca trails off, unsure as Chloe’s lips kiss her jaw. Their half-unpacked luggage remains forgotten by the door. Around them, Beca shivers at the sight of open glass windows, and yet… “What do you want to do?” Chloe asks, brushing her hand down Beca’s cheek. Oddly, what Beca feels most keenly is the cool metal of Chloe’s wedding band against her face and it spurs her on: it fills her with the strangest combination of lust, love, and determination. Beca can feel her body responding to Chloe’s lips and wandering hands. That in itself is nothing new. She will never tire of what it’s like to be on the receiving end of Chloe’s advances and affections, especially as somebody who used to shy away from PDA and the like.

Chloe is slowly unbuttoning her jeans and pushing her back onto the bed. Collapsing, Beca pulls at Chloe’s hips to bring her into her orbit; pulls at the hem of her shirt to begin the process of getting them both naked immediately.

“Tell me,” Chloe murmurs. She sees the flash of desire pass across Beca’s face, evident in the intensity of her gaze and the way she bites her lip.

Beca acknowledges that Chloe encourages this out of Beca - this unabashed desire and boldness in their sex life. Whatever Chloe wants, Beca thinks she’s more than willing to give it to her.

Chloe wants her to talk .

“I want to wear it,” Beca mumbles against Chloe’s neck and collarbone. Her lips drag across Chloe’s heated skin, the sensation of which spurs her on. “I want to fuck you.” Beca’s answer surprises her, amidst other things. Chloe’s hips rock into Beca’s stomach and she whimpers. She can agree to that. God , she can agree to that a thousand times over. Still, she loves teasing Beca. Her wife . She shivers at the thought and the sensation of Beca’s nails scraping up her back. Her hand travels higher up Beca's back as she pushes herself closer. “Tell me,” she demands once more. Beca unhooks her bra deftly. She then attempts to gather her thoughts when her eyes drift down to Chloe’s exposed chest. Swallowing, Beca leans forward to kiss and lick at the skin just below Chloe’s collarbone. “Like taking you right here, on this bed,” Beca says, pulling inspiration from how good Chloe feels against her at this moment. Her shirt flies off her head as Chloe nods frantically and makes a noise in the affirmative. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she asks, playing right into Chloe’s hand (and Chloe’s mouth and every part of Chloe, really). Chloe holds her head to her chest, sighing in pleasure when Beca envelops a taut nipple in her mouth, nudging at the stiff peak insistently with her tongue.

Vaguely, Chloe processes Beca’s words, torn between being amazed that Beca manages to rile her up so quickly and being impatient that Beca has yet to divest her of the rest of her clothes. “I’d like that,” she says quickly, responding to Beca’s statement. “Please, Bec, I need you,” she whispers, tucking her arms tighter around Beca’s head and holding her close. A whimper escapes as Beca’s teeth scrape at sensitive flesh and her hands dig into her ass with promise.

“You’d like it if I fucked you right now,” Beca mumbles around Chloe’s flesh. It’s not really a question, but rather, a murmured assurance. She slides a hand beneath the waistband of Chloe’s pants, helping her subtle rocking movements.

“Yes,” Chloe half-moans, half-whimpers. She finally leans back and tilts Beca’s head up so she can kiss her. Her lips feel swollen already and the sensation is even more pleasurable. She could lie in bed and kiss Beca for the rest of the evening, but she has been looking forward to this during the entire trip up to Seattle and she’s already given up on unpacking for this specific purpose. When she pulls back, Beca’s lips pout and her eyes flicker with confusion in such an adorable manner that Chloe smiles and presses one last hasty parting kiss to Beca’s lips before she pushes Beca’s shoulders once more so she’s lying prone on her back. Recognizing that Chloe is above her, and with sudden agility, Beca flips them over, knocking the strap-on clean off the bed. She doesn’t care about that right now. She just cares about being inside Chloe and wrapped around Chloe in any possible way at the moment. Chloe makes a surprised sound, eyes widening as Beca pulls herself over her body, hands planted firmly on either side of her head. God, she wants so badly to just fuck Chloe right into the mattress, but that can wait. She can wait a bit before she fulfils the very vivid fantasy that had sprung to life suddenly just a few short weeks ago. She can wait. “That’ll come. For now,” Beca says thickly. “I just want to make love to you.”

And just like that, the air shifts between them, still thick with arousal and lust, now heavier with how in love with each other they are in this moment. Chloe’s eyes squeeze shut and when she opens them, Beca sees only love and desire pouring from them. She trembles at the way Chloe’s hand glides lazily down her chest and into the open waistband of her jeans. She’s embarrassingly wet, but she could care less.

“So make love to me,” Chloe whispers. She doesn’t need to pull Beca down for a kiss because Beca is already meeting her halfway; Beca kisses Chloe with increasing urgency and her hips are already rocking insistently against Chloe’s hand between her legs. Chloe intends for the kiss to be quick before she continues to divest Beca of her clothes, but she lingers, like she always does, relishing in the sensation of how soft Beca’s lips are and how gently they move against her.

Beca had been nervous the first time she had sex with Chloe, but Chloe had essentially guided her through everything; she let her know what felt nice and she let her know exactly what Beca could do to make it feel good. In the same way that Chloe was diligent about Bellas dance practices, the hours and hours and hours of practice that Chloe encouraged out of Beca only made Beca more eager to learn everything she needed to know about Chloe and Chloe’s body.

All in all, Chloe had been an amazing teacher – not that Beca expected any less.

Perhaps there was a period in Beca’s life where she thought little of sex and enjoyed it to an extent – but the level at which she enjoys it now is incomparable. Ever since being with Chloe that very first time to now, as they settle into the quickest honeymoon known to humankind, Beca thinks she loves it so much that the thoughts that fly through her mind when she’s sitting idly are embarrassing at first, before giving way to slow arousal.

"I'm already close, baby," Chloe chokes out, her soft voice drawing Beca out of her thoughts and ruminations. Beca squeezes Chloe’s hand, both in tenderness and warning as she wraps her lips around Chloe's clit and sucks. It makes Chloe’s entire body buck up and nearly toss Beca right off her, but Beca holds fast, tracing out letters and shapes and all kinds of nonsensical imagery with her tongue. Dropping her jaw, she laps once around Chloe’s entrance, probing as best as she can.

It all builds on the coiling tension already heavy in Chloe’s chest and stomach until it swells to a near unmanageable state. "F-Fuck - oh, fuck.” Beca smiles a little into Chloe’s wet flesh.

She loves making Chloe curse.

“Beca,” Chloe chokes out again. One hand flies to Beca’s head, pushing her forcefully and more firmly between her legs. There are moments where Beca fears that Chloe might actually kill her during sex, but the feeling dissipates quickly, giving way to pleasure - pleasure that Beca derives from Chloe’s pleasure and how quickly she loses control of her body.

Chloe props herself up stiffly on her elbow, biting her lip to stifle the scream that threatens to erupt from her throat because she wants to watch Beca’s progress, to see Beca’s eyes gleaming back at her from between her legs. The sight itself of Beca sprawled between her legs, hair messy and unkempt is all Chloe needs to lose herself, and she does, unable to hold back the long moan that leaves her lips.

“You’re so pretty,” Beca murmurs, a little dazed from the hair-pulling. She gently extricates her hair from Chloe’s grip while Chloe lets her body fall back onto the bed dramatically. Chloe is rubbing her hands over her face when Beca crawls back up her body. She smiles at Chloe’s reaction, gently running a hand over Chloe’s thigh. “How was that?”

Chloe peeks at her from between her fingertips. Lifting a hand, she tugs Beca close by the back of her neck and meets her for a quick, desperate kiss. Exhaling noisily upon pulling away, Chloe traces her lower lip with her tongue before fixing Beca with a heated gaze. “I’ve told you that you’re really good at that, right?”

“Once or twice,” Beca says playfully. “I had a good teacher.” She reaches up to run her fingers through Chloe’s hair. “Thank God I married her.”

"Yeah, you did," Chloe agrees, ending with a lazy smile. She reaches up to tug Beca’s hand from her hair so she can press a kiss to Beca’s knuckles. “Now,” she says adopting a bossy tone. “Get up here.” Her body is still a little numb and her heart is racing, but she attributes that to how beautiful Beca looks.

“Aren’t we going to…” Beca gestures vaguely at the floor where she tossed the strap-on.

Chloe stifles a laugh at Beca’s eagerness, knowing it might embarrass her or fluster her. “Tomorrow,” she says softly, pulling Beca in for a kiss. “I promise, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

Beca’s blush lights up her entire face. Chloe can feel how warm her cheeks are beneath her fingertips.

“Now,” Chloe says, after a few more moments of trading soft, wet kisses. She can feel her body gearing up for more and unconsciously clenches her thighs together. “Get up here,” she repeats. She bunches up her hair, ensuring that Beca’s knees won’t trap her hair uncomfortably.

Beca giggles and Chloe’s heart just about gives out at that. “I love you,” she murmurs while Beca quickly scrambles up her body. She immediately grips Beca’s thighs once her knees settle down around her head.

“I love you too, Chlo,” is Beca’s hoarse reply.

Chloe wastes no time flicking her tongue up and into Beca’s pooling wetness.

Beca isn’t an impatient person.

It’s just - the nerves are eating at her a little bit.

She stares at her bag the next morning, wondering when she’ll find the courage again and wondering if Chloe would remember her promise.

Chloe’s hand brushes over the back of her neck in a comforting gesture, but it only serves to set Beca aflame once more.

“Bec, come on!”

Chloe is eagerly pointing ahead to the trail. Hiking had been Beca’s idea because she thought Chloe would enjoy it and it would be a fun little excursion.

She had only been right about Chloe enjoying it.

“Can we take a break?”

Chloe’s expression softens and she walks back to Beca. “Do you need some water?”

Beca nods, smiling gratefully as Chloe rummages through her bag. The sun casts the most peculiar of glows as it shutters through the trees. Chloe looks especially radiant. She’s not sure how she got this lucky. “I just...wanted to say that I know this isn’t the honeymoon you envisioned, but I promise we’ll have all the time in the world once press is over and you’re done with school.”

Chloe looks up at that, eyes glistening suspiciously. “Bec, I don’t need anything fancy. You know that. I just need you.”

Beca swallows at the intensity in Chloe’s eyes. “Come here,” she murmurs, voice sticking in her throat. She pulls Chloe in for a kiss, ignoring the people walking past them. She’s only slightly surprised when Chloe gently pries her mouth open with some tongue.

When she pulls away, she tastes Chloe’s lip gloss. Chloe smiles happily at her and pushes her water bottle into her hands. “Now drink up. Can’t have you dying on me when we have plans tonight.”

This is news to Beca. “We do?” Chloe winks in response and Beca feels immediate heat in her body. Her throat feels dry suddenly. “Oh. We do.” She quickly takes a sip of water ignoring Chloe’s heated gaze.

She suddenly can’t wait to get back to their room.

(Though it’s not really a sudden sensation. It built and built inside Beca’s chest the moment she thought about how she wanted to make love to Chloe for the first time with their strap-on. It quickly devolved from there and that had been months ago.)

Beca inhales deeply, standing in front of Chloe. Chloe’s eyes are locked onto the new appendage between her legs. It feels awkward, though not entirely uncomfortable. She uses her hand to tug at it and the action pulls at her in a pleasurable way. Chloe’s eyes are transfixed on Beca’s motion and she darts her tongue out to lick at her lips quickly.

Then, she’s walking slowly towards Beca. Beca’s eyes rake up and down Chloe’s body quickly, admiring the black lingerie set Chloe has chosen. It’s one of her favourites on Chloe.

“What do you want?” Chloe asks. “What do you need from me?” She’s standing as close as she can to Beca, letting a hand gently stroke up and down the strap-on between them. The tugs are gentle and rhythmic, slowly stoking the fire that threatens to blaze a trail through Beca’s body.

So many things , Beca thinks. She pulls Chloe in for a kiss, holding the back of her head securely. When Chloe’s hands come up to her shoulders and she steps even closer, Beca moans softly into the kiss at the feeling of Chloe’s skin against hers. “On your knees,” she mumbles before she can stop herself; before she can think of something else to say or do.

Chloe nips at her lower lip either in acquiescence or surprise, but she draws back regardless to look Beca in the eyes. It makes Beca’s chest hurt, how trusting Chloe looks in that moment - the same trust that Beca knows she reflected back at Chloe all those months ago.

Chloe falls gracefully to her knees, eyelids fluttering in a manner entirely too innocent, considering the sureness of her hand as it wraps around lovely purple silicone jutting out from between Beca’s thighs.

Beca thinks she gasps, or maybe she groans. Either way, it doesn’t matter because the moment Chloe’s lips close around the tip of the toy, Beca feels that damn tug in her lower stomach. She curses herself for being so on edge; for being so ready.

And yet, she can’t wait to hit that very specific high, just so she can recover and make good on her promise to Chloe. She’s willing to give up any semblance of control for this moment - just to watch Chloe’s lips and tongue and teeth all over that damn toy. It makes Beca’s throat dry; makes a very cracked whine escape her.

Chloe moans quietly around the silicone, a hand coming up to cup Beca’s outer thigh, before scraping down with her nails. She grips tight at Beca’s calf, shifting on her knees, almost uncomfortably.

“Touch yourself,” Beca rasps, recognizing the need in Chloe’s eyes.

Chloe’s eyes flash with desire and gratefulness - both expressions and emotions which make Beca’s hips stutter forward ever so slightly. She’s careful not to be too rough or abrupt in her motions, but she can’t help the twist in her stomach that makes her grab at the back of Chloe’s head.

Chloe whimpers at the motion, but makes no motion to stop. Beca can see her hand disappearing between her legs and the gentle movements of her arm, indicating that Chloe is doing exactly as she asked. Whether she slipped her hand beneath the waistline of her underwear or whether she’s rubbing herself through lace, Beca can’t quite tell, but Chloe’s moan quietly echoes up to Beca’s ears and effectively cuts off unnecessary thoughts.

When Chloe gives up control like this, Beca cherishes it, recognizing how much Chloe loves and trusts her, enough to give her the reigns from time to time.

Beca moans quietly, jolted out of her thoughts as a particularly forceful tug on the strap-on causes the insert to pull at her in a very specific way. She squeezes her eyes shut briefly as her abdomen tenses and coils. Gasping for breath, somehow not realizing that she had stopped breathing momentarily, she opens her eyes again to see Chloe kissing her way down the strap-on, lips swollen and hair mussed from Beca’s hands. She releases her hand, letting the strands fall from around her fingers. Instead, she whimpers at the sight - at the sight of Chloe’s swollen and red lips; at the sight of Chloe’s eyes blown wide with desire; at the feeling of Chloe’s breath across her inner thighs.

“Fuck,” Beca whispers, hips shifting restlessly. “Chlo, I need-“

She doesn’t get to finish that sentence or thought because Chloe brings up a hand into the mix. Belatedly, Beca catches the glistening on Chloe’s fingers as they wrap around the equally slick purple.

“Fuck,” she repeats, eyes wide.

“Is that not what we’re doing?” Chloe asks. She smiles, a smile that is devoid of any innocence, considering she presses the smile against the skin of Beca’s inner thigh. “Well. Trying to, at least.”

Beca kind of wants to tell Chloe to shut up, or at least, tell her to keep going, but she only manages a dry cough, resulting in a choked sound that escapes her throat.

“Chlo,” she whimpers, finally. Chloe’s hand tugs at the strap, sending a ripple of white-hot pleasure through Beca’s body.

“It’s so hot,” Chloe whispers, as if she’s telling Beca a secret. “Seeing you like this. Knowing that you’re going to fuck me. I think about it all the time.” She licks a stripe up the underside of the toy, eyes locked onto Beca’s as if daring her to look away.

Beca wouldn’t look away - not for anything in the world.

“I feel like you could come from this,” Chloe observes, as calmly as one would observe the weather. She gives the toy a solid tug, then another. “It’s nice, isn’t it, baby?” she coos, offering Beca both a smile and an upwards stroke.

The entire room feels too hot - too constrained. Beca heaves a breath, feeling another telling ripple rush through her, this time travelling up her spine. She feels, somehow, like she has lost the ability to speak, losing any confidence or bravado she had when she first told Chloe to get on her knees.

“Chlo,” she manages to finally choke out, though it ends on a moan.

“Does that feel good?” Chloe asks.

Beca nods quickly in affirmative. She finds her throat stuck, unable to form the words she wants to say. Like how good it feels because it’s Chloe doing this to her; like how much she adores Chloe like this, so beautiful and so thoroughly debauched.

“You’re so pretty like this, Bec,” Chloe murmurs. Beca weaves her hand back into Chloe’s hair, throat tightening as Chloe’s hand increases its pace. “So ready to come. You look so good.”

Chloe nips at her inner thigh, sharp enough to cause Beca’s hips to jolt forward and a soft cry to leave her throat. That, paired with the sensation of one final, hard tug to the strap on is enough to send Beca over the edge. She gasps, nearly falling flat on her back, save for the quick way Chloe clambers up her body and presses their lips together quickly in a heart melting kiss.

Chloe’s lips are gentle and pliant, smooth against Beca’s as their bodies move languidly.

“You’re okay,” Chloe whispers against her mouth, over Beca’s whimper. Beca’s hands grip at Chloe’s hips, helping her move and shift against the toy trapped between them. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

Beca runs her hands up Chloe’s back, brow furrowing when she comes across the clasp of Chloe’s bra. She quickly fumbles with it, pushing the bra off Chloe’s shoulders. Chloe helps the process by proceeding to shed her underwear and tossing it to the side immediately. She quickly re-straddles Beca’s thighs and bites her lip at the sight of the toy jutting out between them.

Beca can’t bear to look the sheer desire in Chloe’s eyes. “ Chlo ,” she says quickly and desperately.

Chloe groans and leans back down to kiss her, pushing swollen lips back together. Beca flicks her tongue into Chloe’s mouth, enjoying the helpless whine that erupts from Chloe’s throat just before Chloe’s own tongue is aggressively pushing back.

Beca rocks her hips slowly, grinding into Chloe as best as she can. Chloe exhales noisily, tilting her head to the side as Beca’s lips trail down to her neck. Beca lingers for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Chloe’s skin beneath her lips. She flicks her tongue out to taste Chloe’s neck before she begins leaving open-mouthed kisses.

“Please,” Chloe whispers, tightening her fingers into Beca’s hair. “Please, baby.”

“Okay,” Beca murmurs, gently pulling her head away. She gently pushes at Chloe’s shoulders to move her back and off her momentarily. Chloe raises an eyebrow.

“How do you want me?” Chloe asks, not realizing that Beca had something in mind at all. The thought that Beca wanted this as much as she did to think up scenarios and positions and how she wanted to fuck Chloe sends a new rush of heat between her legs.

The possibilities themselves flash through Beca’s mind, almost entirely too quickly for her to process. Then-

“On your knees,” Beca murmurs.

“Again?” Chloe asks, a damnable eyebrow raised.

Beca wants to kiss that smirk away, but she resists.

“Chlo,” she whines instead. Chloe’s nickname, coming out pained and desperate, is starting to sound too familiar.

Chloe’s eyes soften, as she does whenever Beca smiles in her direction, and she nods in acquiescence, but not before she makes the decision for Beca and reaches up to pull her down for a heart-stopping kiss. She nips at Beca’s lower lip before she pulls back. She settles forward, on her elbows, tilting her head so she can see Beca’s progress behind her.

She trusts Beca implicitly and she’s not going to lie - it’s still incredible how much Beca wants her.

Curving her hands up Chloe’s thighs and sides, Beca shuffles forward, whimpering as the insert rubs her perfectly at the motion. That, paired with Chloe’s sudden quiet obedience makes Beca’s entire body light aflame with new desire.

Gently nudging Chloe’s knees apart, Beca exhales noisily, eyes greedily taking in the expanse of Chloe’s skin, the gentle waves of her hair, and how Chloe bites her lip in anticipation.

Beca inhales once more, guiding herself forward. Her eyes nearly cross as she watches the smooth silicone slide into Chloe easily; tries not to think about how wet Chloe must be - how desperately she must need this right now.

It is likely reflective of how much Beca wants Chloe at any given point, but especially now, with Chloe wet and spread open for her - so willingly and lustfully.

Simultaneously, Beca can’t help it: she marvels at how beautiful Chloe is. Though the natural light is dim and fading - Beca briefly wonders if they should have turned on the cabin’s light - the sound of Chloe’s breathless pants and the way Chloe’s fingers grapple and pull at the sheets stand out in stark contrast to the otherwise dulled roaring rushing through Beca’s ears.

Chloe is so wet and willing that she glides in easily.

Experimentally, she forces her hips forward, flush against Chloe, perhaps a bit harder than she intends.

Chloe nearly chokes at the force, hand darting out to grab at the closest pillow, though her fingers lose strength quickly when Beca’s hips stutter into a quick, staccato rhythm.

Beca’s eyes nearly cross at the pull she feels from Chloe - how tightly Chloe must be gripping the toy.

“I’m close,” Chloe whimpers. Beca tries not to be too smug about it.

Ultimately, she gives up on that - the time to be smug will come later. It is fairly difficult to be smug, when she’s trying to make good on her promise to fuck her wife within an inch of her life.

“You’re fucking me so well, baby,” Chloe whimpers, rocking her hips back into Beca’s body.

“Chlo,” Beca whispers, holding tight to Chloe’s hips. The insert is rubbing her clit perfectly. “Chlo, y-you - I’m gonna come-“

“Same. God, yes, Beca, right there-“

Her rhythm starts back up effortlessly. She rolls her hips back and forth, in and out, and Chloe writhes beneath her. The insert presses against her, infuriatingly present. It burns through her and only makes her desire skyrocket. Pressing herself closely against Chloe’s back, she can pant slowly against Chloe’s neck while also hearing Chloe’s answering breaths. Her right hand gropes along the head of the bed to grip the mattress, meeting Chloe’s. It somehow adds to the experience, seeing the glint of their matching wedding bands from the corner of her eye.

She groans then, right into Chloe’s ear. Chloe shivers and trembles all at once, tilting her head to allow Beca better access to her neck. Beca kisses the skin, leaving nips along the way, but she can’t feel much except the steady motion of her hips working against Chloe’s.

She lifts off of Chloe a little, scraping her nails down Chloe’s back, knowing exactly how much her girlfriend – her wife – enjoys that particular action. She is rewarded by a louder moan, Chloe’s restraint clearly failing. It only makes Beca redouble her efforts, gripping Chloe’s hips.

Even not being able to see her, Chloe can sense the shift in Beca’s demeanor – the quiet confidence coming out in full force. She can practically see Beca’s smirk; feels it in the kisses Beca peppers along her neck and shoulders. Chloe trembles as Beca hovers over her, confident and probably cocky, exactly like she had been when Chloe first remembers meeting her at Barden.

A particularly hard thrust sends her reeling and she gasps, eyes closing. Another hard swing of her hips and Beca gasps sharply behind Chloe as well as her hips still.

Chloe cries out, a cross between a helpless whine and an unabashed moan. She watches with admiration as Chloe’s back muscles seem to ripple and tremble as her orgasm rushes through her.

A brief, extremely dirty visual enters Beca’s mind and she imagines what it would be like to fully get Chloe pregnant - if they could have children of their own. It makes her chest tighten at the thought. It fuels the fantasy a bit more, especially since it is something that Beca has let herself think about from time to time. Now that they’re honest-to-God married - well, Beca will blame the force of her orgasm for what comes out of her mouth next.

“If I could get you pregnant, I would,” Beca whispers. She’s not sure where it comes from, but it makes her hips stutter a new rhythm against Chloe and she feels so, so turned on again. “I love you, Chlo,” Beca whimpers out, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

Chloe whimpers at that and her hips rock back. She thinks, vaguely, that those are probably the two hottest things Beca has ever said to her and she lets the heat envelop her as she tries to keep herself propped up. She tilts her head as best as she can as Beca drapes herself over Chloe’s back, letting their skin rub together smoothly. “Baby,” she chokes out. “Baby, more-“

Whether she’s asking for more words or more of Beca , she’s not too sure. Chloe’s entirely sure that her brain stopped working somewhere along the time Beca’s hands dug into the back of head and helped her move her mouth along the length of the strap-on.

“Yeah,” Beca rasps before she swallows thickly. “Yeah, how’d you like that? If I could fuck you so hard that you got pregnant.”

Chloe nearly keels forward completely, but Beca’s arm around her waist keeps her steady while the other hand glides up back to help her ease forward slowly. Chloe gasps out against the pillow, her upper body finally giving way to the mix of exhaustion and overstimulation.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Chloe,” Beca murmurs reverently, moving her hand from Chloe’s back to circle around to gently rub her aching clit.

Chloe all but screams into the pillow, hips rocking back immediately. “Fuck! Yes - God, yes Bec -”

Ultimately, Chloe’s pretty sure she blacks out after her second orgasm in a short period of time, but when she regains her senses, Beca is coaxing her onto her back and tucking her into her body.

“Where did that come from?” Chloe asks tiredly, wondering if they need to have a serious conversation sooner rather than later. She’s willing to do so - it had just been so overtly sexual and stimulating that she’s still trying to process it. Whether she’s asking about Beca’s out-of-the-blue sexual prowess or their future plans for a family, she’s not sure. Maybe both.

Chloe can practically feel Beca’s blush blossom from her chest to her face. It makes her smile a little and press a kiss into Beca’s neck in affection and gentle reassurance.

Beca’s leg finds its way between Chloe’s and the gentle movement reminds Chloe of how tender and swollen she still is, causing her to whimper unconsciously against Beca’s skin.

“Are you okay?” Beca asks immediately, forgetting her previous shyness.

“Yeah,” Chloe rasps. “Just a little sore,” she admits, though she teasingly runs a hand up to Beca’s chest to gently cup a breast.

Shuddering, Beca closes her eyes, feeling warmth from Chloe’s hand spread quickly. “I…I don’t really know,” Beca stammers in response to Chloe’s previous question, losing bravado and confidence all at once. She feels shy suddenly, now that they’ve divested themselves of the lust-filled haze. Now, she just feels pleasantly tired, heady with both love and gentle desire for Chloe - which is more manageable in every aspect.

Chloe shakes her head, pressing her face further into Beca’s neck. “I love you, Bec,” she murmurs.

“I love you, too,” Beca whispers.

When Beca wakes up in the morning, the bed is empty. She pouts, eyes opening to search for Chloe. She doesn’t have to look far because Chloe is directly in her line of sight, sitting in the cozy chair by the window, watching the rain. She’s wrapped up in a blanket, one bare leg sticking out.

Beca sighs, stretching a bit before climbing out of bed and moving over to sit with her wife. She feels momentarily bashful about her state of undress, but it’s still a little dark outside, the cabin is warm, and she all but dashes over to Chloe anyway.

Chloe smiles up at her and lets Beca get comfy on the chair with her as best as she can. It mostly involves Beca straddling her thighs. “Hi,” Chloe says quietly, smiling up at Beca tiredly. She opens the blanket to welcome Beca into a warm embrace.

Beca blinks owlishly when she realizes Chloe isn’t wearing anything at all under the blanket, when she removes it to cuddle closer to Chloe.

“Well,” she drawls. Chloe flushes, but she leans in for a good morning kiss. Beca moans softly, sliding a hand up Chloe’s thigh immediately. She straddles Chloe, sighing a little as the brush of their skin makes her body tremble.

“Good morning,” Chloe mumbles, kissing down to nip at Beca’s collarbone. “We should probably get dressed.” She makes no move to displace Beca and continues mouthing leisurely at her skin. Beca feels a flush rise up her neck and cheeks, moaning softly when Chloe’s lips close around her nipple.

She feels more awake now .

Chloe’s lips are persistent, yet gentle in their ministrations against Beca’s chest. She sighs quietly against Beca’s sleep-warmed skin, both of them sinking into the easy comfort and familiarity that they have grown accustomed to over their time together, first as friends, then that brief period of not being sure where they stood, and now, finally, as wives.

The thought still makes Beca’s head spin, so she tilts Chloe’s head up, sighing when her lips find Chloe’s easily; sighing when Chloe’s tongue brushes against the seam of her lips.

Beca was never one for morning sex, valuing her sleep over waking up early. But there’s something about this state of in-between. She can feel her own hair sticking up unevenly. As she rakes her hands through Chloe’s hair, she combs through knots along the way, smiling against Chloe’s mouth at the sheer sensation of just being with her in the gentle morning air.

“I love you,” Chloe mumbles, between increasingly heated kisses.

Outside, there’s a gentle patter of rain against the glass and the room, but it only fuels Beca’s desire for Chloe more, in this treehouse in the middle of Seattle, amidst the gloom and the rain. She can’t imagine spending their unofficial/official honeymoon any other way.

Chloe’s hand comes up to cup Beca’s neck briefly before she brushes Beca’s hair aside so that it sweeps over one shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful,” Chloe whispers, so reverently and lustfully that it makes heat shoot straight to Beca, landing right at her core. She presses tighter to Chloe’s body, the blanket falling somewhere behind them, forgotten. “I want you all the time,” Chloe continues, eyes shining.

Beca squirms, her hand finding its way between Chloe’s legs.

“Baby,” Chloe whimpers when Beca’s fingers glide inside her. She kisses the side of Beca’s breast gently. “Slowly, babe. I’m still sensitive from last night.” Her breathing hitches when Beca nods, pressing a delicate a kiss against her neck, gently moving her fingers into Chloe as best as she can.

“How’s that?” Beca asks, feeling her own clit throb in response when Chloe clenches around her fingers. Chloe is wet and a little swollen. Beca imagines how good she must look.

“So good, baby.”

Beca moves her fingers slowly, in and out, eyes flicking over the expressions that pass over Chloe’s face. She groans when Chloe’s lips part to expel a breath and quiet grunt, finding herself unable to resist from kissing her thoroughly.

Slowly, but surely, Chloe’s orgasm erupts in her and she shudders, letting her body sag into both the chair and Beca’s embrace.

“You’re so beautiful, Chlo,” Beca mumbles against her mouth. “I’m so lucky to call you my wife.”

Chloe agrees with the sentiment wholeheartedly. As short as their mini honeymoon - ‘minimoon’ - had been, she is so grateful to have spent it with Beca at all.

Her second wind comes quickly enough after sharing soft, tender kisses with Beca as Beca coos into her mouth and glides wet fingers up her thigh.

Smiling wickedly up at Beca who is gazing at her heavily, she quickly wraps her arms around Beca and stands, giggling at Beca’s yelp. They tumble onto the bed in a mess of limbs and playful kisses, ready to start the rest of their lives together.

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Allegiances: Chapter 6

Series is rated M

Word Count: 3731

Louis and Clementine share an emotional connection before leaving the school on what was supposed to be a simple scouting mission.

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Clementine fought to stay asleep. She didn’t want to leave the warmth that enveloped her, a feeling of safety that felt almost foreign. Though her eyes remained shut she could tell from the songs of the birds outside the window that day was upon them. A rhythmic thumping in her left ear began to lull her back into sleep before a light hand running through her hair made her realize what that sound really was. Her dry eyes stung as she opened them, all of the moisture being cried out a few hours earlier into his pine-green shirt.

“Good morning.” Louis said with a soft smile when he noticed her begin to stir on his chest, the two still wrapped up in his coat.

“Or, afternoon, I think. You slept for quite a while.”

Heat spread across her cheeks as she slowly removed herself from his embrace. They both remained seated on the floor, each leaning against opposite beds. She pulled her knees to her chest, embarrassed by how she acted that early morning.

“I’m… sorry, that you had to see that.” Her voice was hoarse and her face still felt sticky from the dried tears.

“...and that you had to sit here with me.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” He comforted.

“I just hope you’re feeling better.”

“I think so.” Her body was stiff and sore but she still felt better rested than any other day at the school.

“Thank you, for staying. You didn’t have to do that for me. I’m used to getting through this by myself.”

“But you shouldn't have to.” He leaned forward, his tone was almost pleading.

“You shouldn’t have to need to get through these things on your own. It isn’t fair to yourself.”.

Did she even have a choice? Talking about the things that plagued her mind was absolutely not an option. So how could Clementine open up without… opening up? She scratched at the callouses on her hands, unable to look him in the eye.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore.” He tried to meet her gaze but her eyes seemed more interested in the floorboards below them.

“I’m not gonna force you to talk about it. I’m just saying, it might help.”

“I don’t think I can.” She sighed.

“I understand. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll listen.” He managed to catch her eye, his smile contagiously causing the corners of her mouth to rise. She gave him a soft nod.

He only pitties you.

She flinched at the voice in her head. Intrusive thoughts talking too much sense.

“Why?” Clem questioned, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Why what?”

“Why do you care so much?” A little something at ate away at her heart.

“Because I know what it’s like to be surrounded by people and have no one to talk to.” Louis’ smile faded.

“The people here… they’re my family. But, they don’t really take me seriously. I guess that’s kinda my fault for not really acting seriously. I just wish we could still have fun, y’know? What’s the point of surviving if you don’t get to enjoy living?”

She stared at him speechless. Did the others really think so little of him? Louis was so sweet. He seemed to always look out for everyone. What was wrong with trying to raise morale?

“What about Marlon? He’s your best friend.” Surely he didn’t treat Louis so coldly.

“Yeah, he is.” He seemed almost unsure.

“He’s had to deal with a lot of stuff over the years, being our leader and all. Having fun wasn’t exactly too high on the to-do list but he still humoured me every now and then.” Everyone must have changed quite a bit once the world ended. A bunch of scared kids forced to grow up too early just as she did. Yet something told her that Louis had stayed mostly the same. His usual cheery demeanour was a product of the old world that he saved over the years. His smile reappeared as he began to tell Clementine a story.

“I remember the day he showed up in this hellhole. An angry little kid with scruffy hair and a scowl on his face. I had already been here a year so I figured it was up to me to show him the ropes of survival under the headmaster’s fist.” His tone lightened as he recalled the story.

“So I sat down right next to that asshole and did what I do best. I talked, and I never shut up. Eventually, he began to tolerate me as most do and soon enough we were inseparable.”

Clementine giggled at the thought of Louis annoying a kid into friendship. His face lit up at her laugh.

“Who was your best friend?” He asked.

“I didn’t have a lot of friends in school.” She admitted.

“I guess my best friend would’ve been my babysitter, Sandra.”

It’s been so long since I thought about her.

“My parents worked a lot so she would pick me up from school and watch me until they got home. I used to make her play this stupid game with me where we would pretend we were secret sisters. I always wanted a sister, and I guess Sandra was the closest I could get.” Distant memories of the final days of the living world.

“She was watching me while my parents were on vacation when everything happened. A walker broke into our house one night and bit her. It was so early in we didn’t know what was going on. Thankfully I wasn’t around when she…”

“Damn.” Louis commented plainly.

“I met Lee a couple days later.” She noticed Louis perk up when she spoke about Lee.

“You mentioned him during the card game.”

“He found me in my treehouse one day and decided to take care of me. We met up with a group of survivors and we all tried to make it, but… it didn’t work.” She grimaced.

“We ended up in the city my parents were staying in a few months later. I wanted to go find them, but Lee told me they were most likely gone.” Fresh tears pricked her eyes.

I should have listened to you, Lee. You were always right.

“But you had to try, right? They were your parents.” Louis seemed to share the logic of her nine-year-old self

“I thought so too, and Lee did help me look, but… there was this man who said he knew them. I was stupid. I went with him, and Lee was bitten trying to get me back.” She crossed her arms tightly, nails digging into her sleeves.

“Lee had cut his arm off. He looked like hell and was weak from blood loss when he found me. They got into a fight and Lee was losing. The man dropped his gun during the scuffle, so I picked it up myself.”

She left it up to Louis to imagine what she had to do next. It was the first life she had ever taken. First of many over the years.

“After we left that place, Lee didn’t last much longer.” She grit her teeth hard.

“I-I… killed him. He asked me to shoot him. He didn’t want to become a walker.”

“I’m so sorry, Clem.” He wasn’t sure what else to say.

“I can tell he meant a lot to you.”

Clementine hadn’t realized she had started crying again until one of the droplets hit her hand. She quickly rubbed the tears from her eyes as she regained her composure.

“It was a long time ago.” Clementine thought of some of the people who’ve come and gone since then. Luke. Kenny. Javier. She knew she’d failed them all in some way. She couldn’t break the ice fast enough before Luke drowned. She lost control of the car and got Kenny killed because of the crash. She lost Kate in the herd while Javi went after Gabe, and then broke her promise to return once she located AJ.

“I think I feel a bit better now.” Clementine told him, the smile that crossed her lips wasn’t completely genuine, but there was still some honestly in it.

For a moment the world only consisted of them. Sitting on the hardwood floor of a dorm room, sharing memories both pleasant and heavy. It was peaceful. There was something unexplainably comforting about his presence as if the world was a little more tranquil whenever she stared into his deep brown eyes. An odd sense of joy overcame her as she suddenly broke into a small fit of giggles.

“What?” Louis asked with a chuckle, her laughter contagious.

“I don’t know.” She gasped through the giggles.

She suddenly snapped to attention when she realized how long they’d been in her room. It was at least noon, the sun no longer visible by a peek out her window.

“Wait, how did I get to sleep in this late?” She stretched, picking herself up off the floor.

“Surely Violet has something for me to do.”

“Violet stopped by actually.” Her head shot up when he said that.

Oh God, Violet saw us like that?

Clementine wanted to collapse inward again.

“She saw the door open a bit and came in. I told her you weren’t feeling well and to leave you be for the day. I think she understood.” He also seemed slightly embarrassed at the memory, letting out a flustered chuckle as he stood.

Clementine let out a groan, feeling her face heat up again.

“Don’t worry, Vi’s not one for gossip. She wouldn't tell anyone what she saw.” Louis assured.

I just hope she took it as innocent as it was.

“I… I should go see if she needs me to do anything.” She didn’t want to leave, but it didn’t feel right for her to be relaxing all day while the others worked.

She tried to make her way to the door before Louis stopped her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, maybe you should just take it easy for the day.” He suggested, his voice filled with worry once more.

“If Vi needs anything then I’ll take care of it.”

“I should be helping.” she looked down.

“You should be resting.”

“I’m fine, Louis. I don’t want to be cooped up in here all day feeling useless.” She snapped a little harsher than she intended.

“I’m sorry.”

“How about a compromise?”

She turned to him, raising an eyebrow. Clem wondered what kind of compromise he could have in mind. His mischievous grin not helping her curiosity, not to mention mild concern.

“Why don’t we see if Violet will let us go on a scouting mission or something. There’s a town not that far away that we used to hit all the time before the safe zone crap. We could be in and out just enough to see if the place isn’t completely overrun by the smelly patrol and be back before sundown.” It seemed like a decent enough plan at least. “You won't be cooped up in your room, we’ll be getting something done, and it’s not that difficult.”

The thought of getting away didn’t sound so bad. She remembered seeing the town on the map before she arrived at the school, not very large and probably picked through a hundred times. If the Delta had already gone through it, there was nothing left but the dead.

“What do you say, my lady?” Louis held out his hand to lead her.

“Are you feeling up for an adventure?”

---

Violet wasn’t a huge fan of the idea at first. The sun was already high in the sky, not giving them that much of a comfortable timespan to be back before dark should they get stuck somewhere.

“C’mon, Vi, we’re just gonna scope the place out.” Louis tried to convince her.

“We won’t even go that far in, just enough to see what’s what, and then we’ll go.”

“I don’t like this.” Vi told him, going over the map again.

“Are you sure you’re… both up for it.” Violet tried to make the question sound like it was for both of them but Clementine knew it was directed at her.

“I’m fine.” Clem felt frustrated with herself for letting anyone see her like that.

“Are you sure? You looked-”

“I can do this.” Clementine didn’t let her finish that sentence.

“She’s got this, Vi.” He put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Fine.” Violet said, defeated.

“Just… take Rosie with you, and be back before dark. If you’re not back by then we can't go looking for you until dawn.”

They nodded, taking the map from her.

“Be safe out there.”

---

Clementine leaned against the cool bricks near the gate with her eyes closed, taking in the sound of the breeze through the forest beyond the walls. She waited alone as Louis went off to find Rosie.

“Clementine?” She opened her eyes when she finally heard the voice of the boy who hadn’t spoken to her in five days.

Marlon stood before her with his hands jammed into his pockets. He seemed to try to make eye contact with her but averted his gaze every few seconds.

“Uh, hey Marlon.” She glanced around looking for Louis, but he was nowhere in sight.

“I’m sorry… I wanted to talk to you sooner but I just couldn’t get the nerve.” He bit his lip.

He came to apologize?

“I-I just had to tell you I’m sorry for… for that night in the basement with Brody. I don’t really know what came over me…” He seemed sincere, but Clem didn’t feel like buying into it. Her bruised cheek stung with the memory of that night.

“I thought that everyone would hate me if they knew the truth. That maybe they would kick me out… or kill me.”

“Well, you were right about the first part.” She scoffed, not willing to forgive him that easily.

“I’m pretty sure everyone here hates you on some level.”

“I just didn’t want to hurt anyone any more than I had to.”

This son of a-

“I’m not going to listen to you stand there and try to justify giving away two of your friends to a group of raiders and then bully another one into silence.” She snapped at him, her words full of venom.

“Your lies only made everything worse for everyone. Not to mention your response to being caught was to attack Brody and me.”

He flinched slightly at her response, though his eyes told her it was the one he was expecting.

“Look, I’ll never be able to make up for what I did. And I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just… wanted to tell you that I’m going to try. I’m going to try to make things right even if it isn’t possible.” Marlon actually seemed like he was about to cry.

“I just want to help.”

“I don’t need your fucking help.” She spat.

“Alright.” He sighed, holding his hands up in surrender.

“I’ll leave you be. I just wanted you to know.”

“Marlon?” Louis returned with Rosie on a leash with Chairles slung over his shoulder. He looked between his best friend and Clementine.

“What’s going on here?” “We were just talking.”

“He was just leaving.”

Marlon looked at Rosie, who was whining for attention at his feet. He bent down to pet her, giving her a good scratch behind her ears.

“What are you guys doing?” Marlon asked, letting the dog lick his hand.

“Scouting mission. We’re gonna go see what’s what with that town we used to get supplies from.” Louis explained.

“That’s pretty far outside the safe zone.” Marlon frowned, but he knew it was no longer his call.

“Are you guys gonna be okay out there?”

“There is no ‘safe zone’ anymore, dingus.” He tried to make light of the situation.

“We’ll be fine, nothing’ll happen to us or your precious pooch.”

“Let me come with you.” he pressed.

“I can help watch your backs.”

Not. Fucking. Happening.

“No can do, my dude.” Louis slapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Vi’s still got you on lockdown, remember? She’d kill us if we took you anywhere.”

Clementine didn’t want to argue this further

“We don’t have time for this, we’re burning daylight.” She said coldly.

“He stays, we go. End of discussion.”

Clementine didn’t wait for a response from either of them before she flung open the gate and began to make her way down the trail.

---

The streets of the town were lined boarded up buildings and rusted out cars with rotting bodies scattered all around. They were only a block in, yet the carnage was almost shocking. Clementine made sure to examine the corpses carefully as they passed them, jamming her blade into the skulls of any that might still be moving.

“Damn.” Louis commented.

“And I thought this place looked like shit the last time we were here.”

“You know this place better than I do, where should we start?” Clem couldn’t imagine this place would be anything but a bust.

“Anywhere’s better than on this damn street. This place gives me bad tingles.”Louis kept a good grip on Rosie’s leash as she sniffed around.

“Bad Tingles?”

“Yes, tingles of the bad variety.” He joked.

Dork.

“If I remember correctly, there’s an old hardware store on the next street over. We can bust in there and see if there’s anything left.” Louis lead the way.

So far, not many of the bodies around them were active, but who knows what was being contained inside the buildings.

The glass doors of the hardware store were long shattered, remains of what appeared to be some kind of wooden barricade were left on the floor inside. The sunlight from outside did little to illuminate the long dark aisles. The shelves seemed bare, this place didn't seem worth the risk.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else.” She didn’t feel like they were alone in there.

“Maybe.” he replied, furrowing his brow.

Louis swung Chairles against the metal frame of the doorway, echoing loudly throughout the store.

“What the hell are you doing?” Clem whispered.

“Watch.”

They both waited, staring into the blackness waiting for something to appear. One minute passed, then two, yet nothing emerged from the dark.

“We’re good.” Louis declared.

“Let’s just stick to the shelves in the light for now.”

“Aisle by aisle. You take the left I take the right.” She planned.

Louis nodded as they split, finding themselves searching with a tall row of shelves between them. Clementine ran her hands across the cold bare metal, finding not even a single screw to take back with them. She sighed, moving on the shelf just behind her. Her foot picked something heavy as she approached. She looked down to see a cardboard box peeking out from under the shelf.

“I think I fou-” She hardly got a chance to call for Louis before a hand clamped down on her mouth.

She tried to throw the body off of her but the strength that could only come from a living person forced her knife out of her grasp. It crashed to the floor with a loud clang.

The sound of Rosie barking filled the store and the stranger finally let go after Chairles connected with his back.

“Get the fuck away from her!” He yelled, preparing to swing again as the large man picked up her hunting knife and throwing her against the row of shelves, holding her there by her neck

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, boy.” He growled in his raspy voice.

Rosie snarled at the man, slobber dripping from her bared teeth. Clementine gasped for air as she struggled against his grip, digging her fingers into his thick coat.

“L-Lo..u…” She struggled out.

Louis let out a yell as he charged the man, aiming Chairles at the hand holding the knife as Rosie sunk her teeth into his leg. The stranger screamed with rage as he tried to shake the dog off, swinging the knife wildly and managing to slice into Louis’ left arm.

Louis cried out in pain, blood rushing out of the deep wound in his bicep. He let out a grunt as he brought the business end of his bat down on the man’s head, knocking out and releasing his grip on Clem’s throat.

Clementine collapsed to the ground, coughing and gagging as stars danced across her vision.

“Clementine!” Louis cried, rubbing her back as she heaved.

“Oh, fuck I’m so sorry.”

“I… d-didn’t even… hear… him.” She gasped out as she tried to regulate her breathing.

He shakily pulled her close, adrenaline still pumping through both of them. Clementine returned the embrace, feeling something wet against her fingers when she touched his sleeve.

“Oh shit, you’re bleeding.” She examined the torn material, blood already soaking down his sleeve to his wrist.

“I’m alright.” He assured, wincing at her touch.

“Tis but a scratch.”

“We need to get you back to Ruby so she can patch you up.” She looked for something to stop the bleeding in the meantime.

“Take your shirt off.”

“What?” He gasped.

“I need to tie that up so you don’t bleed out on the way back.”

He proceeded to remove his coat followed by his shirt, cringing as he pulled the blood-stained fabric over his wound.

“Hold still.” She told him, wrapping the green shirt tightly over the cut.

She couldn’t help but notice his freckles also spread to his chest.

“That’ll do for now.” She said, still shaken from what just happened.

Clementine froze when she felt Louis’ fingers tracing her neck. His touch was light, barely tickling her skin.

“More bruises.” He frowned at the red marks left behind by the strange man.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m okay, I promise.” She took his hand in hers, squeezing it tight.

“Let's just go home.” “What about him?” Louis gestured to the unconscious man being watched heavily by Rosie. Blood trickled from his forehead but the shallow movement of his chest signified he was still alive.

“Leave him for the walkers.” Clementine decided.

Louis stood, helping Clem to her feet with his good arm. Neither of them letting go of the other’s hand as they left the town behind.

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Wish Upon A Star (StepBro!Harry) Part IX

Part VIII

***

The bed is all too good at its seduction, with sheets that entangle her limbs, a pillow that might as well be a cloud, and the warm body that guards her back possessively. But it’s only a few more solemn minutes of enjoying the comfortable silence until a disturbance drags her out of dreamland. Her hand feels around for the phone vibrating on the side table. She squints her eyes and reads her assistant’s name that flashes on the screen.

“Hello?” her greeting is drawn out by a long yawn that reaches octaves to put an opera singer to shame.

“About time you picked up! Do you not know how long I’ve been trying to call you?”

“Isn’t it a bit early to be calling?” she glances at the clock, 8:09 am, “It’s like three in the morning over there.” Harry stirs next to her, his arm wraps around her figure and pulls her against his torso. He snuggles his face into the slope of her neck, his hot breath caressing the vulnerable flesh.

“Actually, it’s 8:09, oh wait, now it’s 8:10! Anyway, I need you to pick me up.”

“I don’t think I follow,” she replies.

“I just landed in Heathrow, so hurry up because airplane food does not satisfy. Oh, and I also need a place to stay, so thanks in advance!” Before she can ask any more questions, he’s saying his goodbyes and ending the call. The screen goes black, and she’s met with a reflection of her face staring back at her.

Earnest kisses press across her shoulder blade, the feeling of his morning stubble tickles her bare skin. She turns in his hold and lazily connects their mouths, her fingers lightly tugging at the astray locks of his messy hair as his own outline down her soft curves.

“Morning, my love,” he rasps, smacking her lips again. He shuffles on top of her and presses more kisses along her jaw and down under her chin. His movements are setting themselves up to become more sensual and it is only a matter of time until they’re joined together for the nth time in five days.

“Wait, we need to-” but she stops when he begins teasing the spot below her ear, the stubble on his upper lip grazing over her lobe. What was she meant to do again? The memory is fuzzy for a couple of moments, but the orders––and who would have thought that her assistant would be giving her orders––are soon brought to the forefront of her mind. “We’ve got to go the airport.”

He looks at her with furrowed brows and panic begins to set in as she feels his muscles begin to tense over her. “I thought you weren’t leaving for four more days?” Y/n shakes her head and gives him a reassuring kiss.

“My assistant apparently took some unauthorized vacation time, and now he’s here,” she slips out from under him, and sits up to place her feet on the fluffy carpet. But he’s got his arms locked around her waist. “Harry, c’mon. I’m sure you’ve gotten enough,” she teases. She glances over her shoulder to see him shaking his head like a stubborn child.

“Can never get enough of you, love,” he says cheekily.

***

William knew there was something off about the situation, but never did he expect this. He’s been parked across the street from Harry’s apartment complex since the crack of dawn, waiting for him to come out. It’s definitely plausible that Y/n is staying with him. When a black Range Rover comes into view, he eyes the architect’s face in the driver’s seat, with Y/n sitting beside him. He ducks down until they’ve driven past him, then asks his driver to follow the car.

The rest of the windows are tinted black, blocking his view of them. They drive miles and miles, until the airport pops up in the distance. Maybe she’s booked herself an earlier flight?

“Just stay here,” he orders the driver. He watches as Harry backs into a spot and turns off the ignition. Now he’s got a clear view of the two through the windshield. She’s laughing at something, but he’s never been skilled at reading lips. Why are they just sitting there? It looks like they’re just talking, and for a quick moment he thinks he’s lost all sensibility.

“What the fuck?” he growls as he watches Y/n reach across the console to the driver’s seat. Harry smirks at her before he sticks his tongue down her throat. “What a slut!” he snares. He knew there had to be a reason why she never mentioned him, but this? He was not expecting this at all! It’s completely revolting, and undeniably incestuous!

***

Age 18:

The sun beams brightly over their childhood treehouse. It has been years since either of them bothered to climb the wooden planks. But as the weather shifts to nicer, more pleasant temperatures, it would be a shame to let such a beautiful day go to waste (especially with all the tensions rising in their home). So here they lay on the blanket spread on the floor within the confines of their mini palace. He’s been reading through the old comic books that he’d left up here. It’s a miracle that they’ve been able to withstand the tests of time. She reads along with him from where her head rests on his chest.

“Wait! I wasn’t done reading that,” she complains, and quickly turns back the page.

“Oi, you’re going to tear it,” he retorts. He lets out a sigh and waits for her to get through it. When a minute––but he really isn’t counting––passes, he speaks up again. “You done?”

She rolls off of him and on to her stomach. Her eyes wander over the little shelves nailed to the wall. All the toys that had never made it back to the ground. Yet, only a meager layer of dust engulfs them, and she’s starting to think that Eric comes up here to clean. On the top middle shelf are two of her Barbie dolls. One wears a purple princess dress, complete with a tiny tiara atop her head. The other, which she remembers as her favorite growing up, is dressed in a classic halter wedding dress with sequins and beads sown into the corset.

“You think my dress will be as pretty as that?” she asks. Harry follows her eyes, turning to find her staring at the doll.

“It’s a nice dress,” he muses, “but I think yours would be prettier.” A cheeky smile spreads over his face, and he puts the comic book down to cross his hands behind his head.

His love gives him the cutest look, as she saddles a leg over him. “Tell me more about our wedding,” she dreamily asks, as she traces patterns along his abdomen. The butterflies are back and flutter about in her tummy.

“Alright, well,” he starts, one of his hands land to graze over her thigh, “I’m going to give you your dream wedding, the one you used to tell me loads about when we were small. It’ll be in one of those fancy gardens with hedge mazes. We’ll have a rose gold motive, of course, seeing as you’ve already got the necklace to match, hmm. You’ll have the most beautiful dress, make all those other brides jealous. It’ll be Vera Wang, or whatever designer you’ve got your heart set on. All I’m asking is that I can easily slip it off you,” he smirks. She giggles and falls down on his chest to snuggle him, her ear resting over his steady heartbeat. “Got to promise me that you won’t start crying during our vows though. Because you know that I’ll start crying and our guests won’t be able to understand anything coming out of our blubbering mouths.”

“I make no promises,” she responds. Just the thought of their wedding has her about ready to burst into tears of happiness.

He sighs to feign annoyance, “I guess that’s fine. As long as I get to call you Mrs. Styles by the end of it all, it’s all fine by me.”

“Hmm, ‘Mrs. Styles,’ I do like the sound of that,” she says, then pecks his lips. He cups both her cheeks to keep her there for longer. His tongue licks along her bottom lip, and she opens it just wide enough for him to slip it in.

She moves against him, her ass rubbing over his cock every time. “Driving me mad,” he groans into her mouth. His hands guide her to grind over his growing erection even harder. She breaks their kiss, moving herself lower down his body. Her fingers hook through the waistband of his basketball shorts, and she slowly pulls them down his legs.

“Someone’s excited,” she muses at the tent of his boxers. His breath hitches in his throat when she strokes him through the fabric.

“Don’t tease me, pet,” he warns, but any essence of intimidation is lost. She slowly inches them off, he raises his hips to make it easier for her. He whimpers as she pumps him with her hand, stroking him at an almost offensive pace.

“What else do you have planned for our big day?” she draws out, letting some of her saliva drop down into her hand to use as lubrication. “I want to hear all about it.”

“I-” but he’s too consumed in her actions to speak. She squeezes him, and he bucks into her in response. “I’m thinking it’ll just be close friends and family, yeah?” he gulps. “If Mum and Dad d-don’t come around by then, we can get Gregoire to give you away.”

She brings her mouth to ghost over his balls, “That sounds perfect,” she replies. She peppers small kisses over one of them, before she wraps her lips around it to suck on.

“And for our honeymoon,” he sucks in a shallow breath, “I’m thinking we can go back to Santorini. Can give you a proper l-loving on the beach…fuck, baby, taking me so well.” Her head bobs over his cock, the tip of him hitting the back of her throat. “And maybe we can-can…” the words are lost, and his eyes roll to the back of his skull as he enjoys the warm and wet sensation of the vibrations from her hums.

He pulls her back to his lips, hands sliding down her body to remove her jean shorts. Another groan releases into the air when he feels just how wet she already is. “Want you to ride me,” he murmurs. With one last kiss, she slides back down, positioning herself over the head. She sinks down, her teeth nearly biting through her bottom lip. She allows herself a moment to adjust. Her walls stretch to accommodate around him.

His hand slips underneath her shirt past her bra. He rolls her pebbled nipple between his fingers, flicking over the erect bud to elicit that delicious moan of hers. She uses his chest as support, as she rises up and falls back on his cock in even takes. “Keep talking,” she pants out.

“We can go backpacking through Europe as well,” he hisses as her nails drag over his flesh. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? I could make love to you in every country.” She nods her head. He feels her fluttering around him.

“Baby, I’m close,” she whines, picking up her pace and bouncing roughly over him. Her own fingers launch at her sensitive nub, while he finds the strength to meet her thrusts her halfway. One hard pounding, and he’s filling her up to the brim. The feeling of him coating her walls prompts her own climax, and she lets out a cry of pure ecstasy.

The sounds of their panting are accompanied by the natural sounds of the outside. In the next yard over, they can hear the neighbor’s kids splashing around in their pool. Harry’s eyes wander over the walls of the treehouse. What was once a beacon for childhood adventure has just been severely tainted of its innocence.

***

Present Day:

They walk hand in hand into the airport. Harry still isn’t quite sure why he’s here, or who they’re looking for, but he allows himself to be dragged along, nevertheless. Heathrow seems to be more crowded than usual, for an ordinary day, he notices. All around them, there are parents reuniting with their children, husbands reuniting with their wives, and friends reuniting with friends. It’s a heartwarming scene to witness. He tugs on Y/n’s hand, bringing her close enough to give her a sweet kiss. “I love you,” he says against her. She laughs when she pulls away, wiping her thumb across his bottom lip to remove any essence of her nude-shade lipstick.

“You’re such a nut!” she chuckles before nuzzling her nose into his neck.

“Well, shit. You’re even more gorgeous in person,” they turn their heads to the voice. “What took you so long? Did you get lost?” he playfully rolls his eyes. Y/n releases herself from Harry’s grasp, and hugs the person tightly.

“You’ve got some explaining to do! What are you doing here? And oh my god, who’s taking my phone calls?” she lightly swats Miguel’s shoulder when she pulls away. The two large suitcases by his side are much bigger than she anticipated, but then again, he has never been known to be a light packer.

“We’ll talk business later, but first,” he steps around her, “I think you need you to properly introduce me to someone.”

Y/n attaches herself back to Harry’s side. “Harry, this is Miguel, my assistant. Miguel this is Harry, whom I’m sure you know plenty about.” She pretends not to see the smirk on Harry’s face.

Harry extends his hand out to Miguel. “Nice to meet you, mate,” he greets.

“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine, and can I say that the pictures do not do you any justice,” Miguel replies. All Instagram posts that he and Y/n spent time looking at while working late at the office were nothing compared to the real thing. “Anyway, where are we eating? A ten hour flight, and all they fed me was questionable pizza.”

“There’s this place not far from here, has the best Thai food, if you’re interested,” Harry replies. He wraps an arm around Y/n’s shoulder and leads them to the exit.

“No, that’s fine! I’ll eat anything at this point,” Miguel chirps as he drags both suitcases along. “Could you maybe-” but he notices that the couple is nearly ten steps ahead, already lost in conversation amongst themselves.

***

Miguel sits in the back seat of Harry’s Range Rover, carefully observing his boss and the man she’d been pining for since the day they’ve met. Harry drives with one hand on the wheel, while the other is clasped with Y/n’s. He watches as Harry kisses her knuckles every so often, and how she’ll bring their tangled fingers to cushion her cheek. Their actions, as he witnesses, are like an unconscious effort. When he first started working for Y/n, he had heard stories about them growing up and falling in love, then breaking up due to extraneous circumstance.

It’s a story right out of a movie. Childhood sweethearts, soulmates, finding their way back into each other’s arms. Much like Love, Rosie…except instead of friends, they’re step-siblings, and Y/n isn’t pregnant––but who can say for sure because she’s absolutely glowing, from what he assumes is the amazing sex they’ve been having. He creates a reminder on his phone to start writing the novel.

“So, are you going to tell me now?” Y/n twists around to ask him.

“Okay, so get this: I’m sitting in your office, the phone has been ringing nonstop––oh by the way, Debbie called, she wants to have lunch––and Mr. Sengle called and…”

Y/n stares at him intently, edging him to go on. But Miguel holds on to the moment a while longer, enjoying how frustrated she’s getting. “Spit it out!” she all but yells.

“So, Harry, Y/n tells me that you’re an architect. Do you have any projects in progess?” he inquires.

“Yeah, I just met with the new clients yesterday, actually. They’re looking to expand their hotel chain to the riverside. Want a modern design,” Harry states. Yesterday, he’d brought Y/n with him to the office. For years, all of his coworkers had teased him about rarely going on any dates or never having a serious relationship. Nosey, is what they are.

Well, the joke was on them when they laid eyes on his love.

He takes his eyes off the road for just a second to glance at Y/n. He chuckles to himself when he sees the puppy dog eyes she’s brought out as her weapon. “You should just tell her; those eyes will follow you to your grave.”

“Alright, alright! So, the reason I’m here is because Mr. Sengle is suggesting––well more like ordering––you to move to the company’s London branch! I just thought I’d get a head start in finding my own place. And don’t worry, before I left, I recruited all the interns to pack up your belongings in your apartment. They should be arriving at your parent’s house in about a week.” Miguel watches as the information slowly begins to set in, and she goes from utter shock to complete excitement.

“Are you serious? You’re not joking? This is-oh my god! Baby, did you hear that?” Luckily, they’ve hit a red light, and she’s leaning over the seat to give him full kiss on the lips.

“Looks like I’ve got myself a roommate,” he says, and then he’s kissing her again. They’re too consumed with one another to notice that the light’s turned green, that is until the cars behind them aggressively honk their horns. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Harry groans, placing his foot back on the gas.

“Ok, but if you guys are going to be packing on the PDA, at least help me find a man of my own,” Miguel rolls his eyes. It’s annoying how cute they are. Justice for all the singletons out there.

***

Y/n wonders if it was mistake arriving together. Would they disapprove again? Although, now that she’s twenty-four, they really have no say in who she chooses to love. As they stroll up the walkway to front door, her nerves are on fire. Harry’s been telling her to relax, but that’s not an easy task to accomplish. Before either one of them can ring the bell, the door swings open, revealing their overexcited parents. “Welcome home!” Anne chirps, bringing both in for a hug. “You arrived together?” she questions when she notices just one car in the driveway.

“Don’t badger them with questions, they’ve only just arrived,” Eric jokingly scolds. He looks behind his children and sees a stranger. Unless he’s hallucinating, he’s almost positive that the man isn’t William. “I’m sorry, and who are you?”

Anne slaps his shoulder, “Look who’s doing the interrogations now.”

“Miguel Garcia, I work for your daughter,” he says as he goes in for a hug. “Aw, it’s so great to finally meet you two.”

***

Lunch seems to be going well. It’s almost like old times, the four of them sitting around the table chatting the others’ ears off. Eric can’t help but lean back in his seat and admire his family. He can’t remember the last time they were all seated together. No harsh glares, or yelling, or anything of that nature.

He watches closely at his two children. They’re smiling at each other in the same way they did six years ago, before they got caught. And it only just crosses his mind that maybe it isn’t too late for them.

“The food was great, thanks, Mum,” Harry says, patting his stomach for emphasis.

Anne grins at him, “Not a problem, bub.” She too has been watching them carefully, and if her intuition is correct, there’s a reason why William isn’t here today. But she refuses to meddle, not after what happened the last time. “You guys go into the living room, I’ll put the kettle on, yeah?”

The rest of them take their seats on the couches and recliners. Eric asks Harry about work, and Y/n and Miguel listen as Harry explains in elaborate detail his plans for the hotel’s design.

“And I’m thinking maybe all glass walls, the rooms would be one-sided of course.”

Eric nods his head in agreement, “Couldn’t make it more modern even if you tried.” They share a laugh and continue on with the conversation. Miguel nudges Y/n with his elbow.

“Think you’re going to tell them today?” he whispers to her. And honestly, she doesn’t know. At this point, there’s no good in hiding that they’re back together. They’re grown adults who have been through too much for anyone to say no to them.

She watches as Eric excuses himself when the doorbell rings. “Should we tell them?” she asks Harry once she’s sure her dad is out of earshot. Just as he’s about to state his opinion, he’s interrupted.

“Sweetheart?” Eric calls to Y/n.

“Yeah?” She turns around and gasps at what she sees. “What are you doing here?”

William walks through the living room, examining each photo hung on the wall. Knowing what he now knows, he grimaces at each one. “Not happy to see me, Dollface?” he says arrogantly. “Why, you didn’t tell me you guys were having a little family get together. I’m offended that I wasn’t invited.” He takes menacing steps towards her, but of course, Harry blocks him off from getting any closer.

“You shouldn’t be here, mate,” he warns as his eyes narrow in on him. Y/n clutches his arm, signing to him not do anything too rash. The atmosphere that encompasses them is thick with tension. It’s almost as though no one can breathe.

The intruder lets out a low laugh. “You’re an awfully protective brother, aren’t you?” He darts his eyes towards Anne. “Fine children you’ve raised. It’s amazing how close they are.”

Does he know? But how? The questions run through Y/n’s head. There’s something almost sinister about the man’s demeanor. “In fact, I’d say they’ve overstepped any boundaries all together.”

Four pairs of eyes exchange weary looks. Y/n comes out from behind Harry, and grabs William by the arm to lead him outside. He follows her, smirking at Harry before waltzing out the door.

“What’s the matter with you?” she shrieks at him. “We’re broken up. O-VER. I don’t see why you’re acting this way.”

“Why’d you break up with me, huh? Because we both know it wasn’t because I hooked up with some chic,” he counters.

Y/n lifts her hands up in exasperation. “You want to know why? Ok, I’ll tell you. I don’t love you, I don’t even think I like you very much, to be honest.” It was never her intention to give it to him like this, but he’s overstepped the line.

“Why not? Too busy dropping your panties for your brother?” he shoots back at her. “Thought I wouldn’t find out, didn’t you? I never pegged you as a whore, Y/n. Because that’s all you are, aren’t you? A cheap little whore.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Harry charges at him, but Y/n does her best to hold him back. She cups the side of his face and whispers for him to calm down. His nostrils are flaring in anger, and his eyes are hard as stone.

Eric, Anne, and Miguel rush outside. Anne holds Harry by the shoulder when she sees the drastic rise and fall of his chest.

“What the hell is going on here?” Eric shouts at them. He stands in between the two men, looking between the two for an explanation for the raucous.

William shakes his head, “Mr. and Mrs. Y/l/n. I think you should know what your kids have been doing behind your backs.” All Eric does is lift an unamused eyebrow at him. “They’re in some kind of relationship! I saw them with my own two eyes. It’s absolutely disgusting!” He waits for a violent reaction to erupt from the older couple, but he feels himself shrink back when they remain stoic. “I don’t think you heard me: your kids are fucking each other.”

“And so?” Eric sighs.

“Doesn’t that bother you? They’re brother and sister!” William screeches. This is not how he expected this scene to play out. “Don’t you know how much of a slut your daught-”

A fist collides with his nose, and he’s left leaning against the car for support. “Correction: they’re step-siblings. Not a single ounce of the one’s blood runs through the other’s veins,” Eric nonchalantly replies. Y/n and Harry stare at him with shock, before turning to each other. From behind, Anne has a smile on her face.

William clutches his nose, squealing pathetically when he sees the blood rub off on his hands. “You’re all fucked up, all of you! Have fun rotting in hell.” He quickly opens the car door and jumps in, and they watch it speed away. But before it can too far, Miguel throws a rock at its rear.

“That’s right, run away, you coward!” he shouts after it.

“Daddy,” Y/n moves closer to her father and touches his arm. Eric gives her a soft smile, and suddenly she’s engulfing him in the tightest hug he’s received in years. “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry for everything,” he says against her hair. She nods and wipes away the tears that have cascaded from his eyes. He motions to Harry, reaching out for his son. “There’s nothing I can say to take it all back, but I just hope that one day you guys can forgive me.”

“I’m so sorry too,” Anne comes forward, “we’re so sorry for doing the things we did. We should’ve handled the situation better.” Harry wraps an arm around his mum and kisses the top of her head. “Seriously, you two should have never broken up in the first place. Harry, I saw how miserable you were when she left. I’m sorry we did that to you.”

“Aw, and I’m sorry for calling you both terrible parents,” Miguel adds, and launches himself around Harry’s waist.

“Excuse me?” Anne questions, eyebrows rising to her hairline.

“It was a long time ago, before I knew what delightful people you two are,” he explains. “Yay, group hug!”

***

It’s nearly midnight when they arrive back to Harry’s flat. Miguel, who is thoroughly exhausted and stuffed with Anne’s cooking, retires to the guest room and bids the couple a goodnight.

The smile hasn’t wiped itself off of Y/n’s face since she watched her dad punch William earlier today. Seeing William quiver in fear, now that is one for the books. Harry notices her amusement and pulls her towards him by the waist. “What are you smiling about?”

“I’m just happy,” she wraps her arms around his neck. “Everything is falling into place. I don’t have to go back to New York, Mum and Dad are onboard with our relationship, and now we’re roomies!” she giggles. “I think we just crossed everything off the list.”

He leans in and kisses her softly, pulling her flush against him. “Hmm, I think we forgot something,” he murmurs into her mouth. Y/n pulls away and raises a confused eyebrow at him. “I promised you that I would put a ring on your finger.”

“Harry…” she covers over her mouth when he gets on one knee.

“Didn’t expect to do this tonight, but with everything that’s happened today–– don’t even have the ring yet, but I can’t think of a more perfect time,” he starts. “I fell in love with you when I was six years old, and eighteen years later I’m still crazy about you. You mean everything to me, hell, you are my everything.” The tears begin to pool in her eyes, and he reaches up to wipe them away, mumbling for her not to cry. “And not even the six years of separation or stupid snobby boyfriend can change how much I love you. Y/n, I love you so much and all I want is to have a life with you and to have little bubs of our own. Because, baby, you’re it for me.” His heart is pounding, but in the best way possible. Now he too has tears falling down his cheeks. Y/n stands there, ready to give her answer. He doesn’t even need to ask her because he’s all she’s wanted her entire life.

“Be my Mrs. Styles?”

***

A/N: 👀Only one more part left! What did you all think? Have we forgiven Eric and Anne completely? And let’s all welcome Miguel into the family!

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A Summer of the Ages

Hey-yo! I’m sorry to say this is my “finale” of sorts to Captain Underpants fanfiction, but my-oh-my, was it a ride.

This is a continuity to all my previous fanfictions: Last One Chosen, Of Rooks and Pawns, (Commission), and Nerdsitting.

Without further ado....onto the fic!

In every neighborhood, there’s bound to be a house with a child nobody really knew growing up. It wasn’t that he kept to himself, necessarily-in fact, you and he probably went to the same school, crafted the same bird feeders, and wished on the same dandelions. It’s just that, well....he was certainly not of the same kind.

Sometimes you have to be your own hero, because sometimes the people you can’t live without can live without you.

Behind him, the door swung open unceremoniously and hit the side of his desk. The boy tensed, instinctively pressing his hand against the spine of his novel.

“Hey, Melvin.”

Behind him stood the not-terribly-surprising figures of his acquaintances, George and Harold.

Melvin bristled visibly as he pulled a strand of his hair and marked his place.

“Beard. Hutchins. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Harold looked at him blankly until his accomplice punched him in the arm.

“Dude. He means, what the heck are we doing here. But in adult language.”

“Oh….OHHHHHHHH. Okay. We kinda left your garage door open after we destroyed a few dozen timelines. It’s like, two days later and you still haven’t noticed, so we figured you were either reading or dead.” he shrugged, “Anyhow. Wanna come hang out?”

“Why would I want to do that?”

Harold began briefly before George cut him off midword.

“It’s summer vacation, genius! You might have heard of it. It means you don’t have to think anymore.”

He sighed and put his hands up in mock-defeat, a smile playing in his hazel eyes.

“Alright, then. I’m bringing my book, though.”

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“Sooooo, do ya’ like her?” Harold giggled.

Melvin cocked his head to the side in an expression of pure confusion. “Whom?”

“Stephanie, of course! You’ve been cow-eying her like, all year! Remember when she did that presentation on Madame Curie and you fell out of your chair?”

The redhead’s face flushed a cherry-blossom pink.

“I simply forgot to clean my glasses that day….her presentation was one of the best, and I was trying to get a better view of her visual aids and diagrams. I was leaning forward, and my chair slipped.”

His companion raised one eyebrow.

“Melv. C’mon. You go cross-eyed when you lie. George? Is that a penalty?”

Beside him, he raised his hand and shook it slightly.

“Yeah, sorry, man. Mr. Hutchins?” he laughed, getting to one knee and bringing his hand to his chest as akin to a high-class businessman placing an order.

“Yes, Mr. Beard?” he replied through his bubbling laughter, returning the gesture.

“Would you kindly retrieve the Deactivation Sequence?”

Harold tittered softly and shook his head, casting a last glance towards his friend. “Awwww, sorry, dude.”

“Wait….what are you two up to?”

The neighborhood was filled with an anguished howl.

In the treehouse, Melvin sat shivering, drenched head to foot in ice water. His bangs plastered to his forehead, he tried in futility to dry his glasses for a minute or two before giving up.

“I hate you both.”

They chuckled while the evening breeze lightly rustled the wind chimes in the yard.

“Love ya’ too, Melvin.”

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The cheery sounds of INDY 500 racers, laser rifles, and the occasional chime of a winning score ran through the arcade. Behind the duo of notorious Piqua fame, their bespectacled associate was being led blindfolded across the kaleidoscopically patterned carpet to, as it seemed to be, a particular location.

Once at arrival, George twirled him by the hand into a ballroom-style embraced dip, then flamboyantly removed his blindfold to reveal the gaily-colored interior of the Midway Tesla arcade reservation space.

“George and Harold, there are 171, 476 words in the current English language and none of them can describe how much I continue to be utterly bewildered at your antics. Should I ask why you decided to reserve an arcade’s solitary non-vociferous room out of occasion?”

In unison, the two turned to each other blankly.

“I’m gonna pretend you asked why we got the party room even though it’s not our birthdays.” said Harold, bouncing happily on one foot, “And the answer is, we have our ways.”

Taking Melvin’s scrawny wrist in his own, he peered at the time and released him, pulling light-blue visors emblazoned with pixelated lightning bolts from his bookbag and passing one to George. Beside him, he thanked his friend, withdrew their trademark sunglasses and name tags (on multicolored lanyards, of course) from his pocket, and passed the yellow-and-green patterned badge to Harold.

No more than perhaps a minute later after they’d clambered onto the nearest table, a lanky counselor with frizzly chestnut hair, a smattering of scruff about his features and a pinstriped button-up shirt came in.

“Boys.” he said plainly, tipping down his sunglasses in amusement.

“Walter.” they replied, returning the gesture prior to tucking their Ray-Bans into their pockets.

The three bumped fists with their coworker, turned, kicked the flats of their shoes together, slapped alternate hands, repeated with the converse digits, and lifted their hands as if celebrating a team accomplishment.

“So, we’ve got a special-”, Walter said, then burst into laughter and wiped a tear from his eye, “Sorry, I just...I just love how you two stand on a table to get eye contact with me. That’s like, a zillion shades of awesome. Anyhow. We’ve got a dozen kids coming in for a Cartoon Network Block Party theme, and we need to make sure we’ve got the wheelchair ramp, restocked the prize counter, and cleaned the syrup container. You guys got that?”

“Got’cha covered.” George called back, “Walt, if you get the syrup, we’ll work on the decorations and prize counter.”

“Sure thing, captain.” the teen replied, sending a salute to the boys. Withdrawing a rag from his back pocket, he whistled an eight-bit melody and headed towards the back counter.

Harold kicked the wheelchair access into place, then joined his companion whispering something that appeared to be of humor judging from the hushed laughter emanating from the pastel-papered supply cabinet.

“Em...hello?” asked Melvin tentatively, stopping only to nudge the ramp a quarter-inch to the left, “May I ask what you find so amusing?”

A wide gap-toothed grin spread across Harold’s features, and he leaned over to ruffle Melvin’s hair. (He, however, in response, was quick to swat his hand in all seriousness.) “Welcome to your first day on the job, Melv. At least, you’re gonna help us. We need these posters and streamers and stuff hung up, so George gets the Powerpuffs, I’m on Foster’s Home, and you….”

George tossed him a poster tube and a set of vials, trying hard to keep a straight face.

“...You get Dexter.” he finished.

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“Ladies and gentlemen!”, George announced, tapping the microphone clipped to his collar, “Hello, and welcome, to Dav’s birthday party!”

A cheer spread through the room until Harold stepped closer to the host, a boy about four feet tall with a wide grin spread across his features.

“How old are you, Dav?”

“I’m ten! Who’s the new guy?”

The boy laughed. “Ah, ten. Good year. As for your other question, this is Melvin. Little short, but you know, he recently got crushed under all his books. Guess he’s only got his shelf to blame.”

From the back, a few of the kids giggled. Behind the duo, Melvin leaned back on the table, unamused. Harold wasted no time in reaching back, and, with a flick of his wrist, escorting his friend forward.

“Mel, kindly greet these children. Stop being antisocial club president.”

He raised his hand slowly in a wave, then retired it to his side.

“I’m not antisocial, I’m just not user-friendly.”

George, opposite them, took the opportunity to tap his mike and rejoin the chaos.

“You know, Melvin does make horrible science puns, but only periodically. He might act like a solitary bird, but really, he’s thrilled. It’s really hootiful. Dav, you know any card tricks?”

Dav giggled and shook his head, eyes brightening when George produced a hand of cards.

“Alright, pick a card, any card!”

He complied.

“Now another…..and another…..”

After a moment or two, the young boy frowned.

“Hey, you asked if I knew any card tricks!”

George grinned. “And neither do I. But I think I know something that’ll make you Snicker….”

“Ah, sweet!” the boy cheered, taking a bite of the treat.

“Glad to see you smile, Davey Jones.” George giggled, “As to the rest of you dorks, we’re proud to announce that the arcade! Is! OPEN!”

A cheer went up amongst the crowd, and Melvin shrugged and made his way to the front past the barrage of children, handing them each a roll of tokens as if arming them for combat.

“Let your plans be as dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.” he quoted seriously with an edge of a grin.

When the last of the children left--a disabled girl with bouncy strawberry curls, Andrea--turned back, grinned, and saluted.

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Back in the treehouse, the impromptu arcade counselors breathed a deep sigh of exhaustion in unison.

Looking up from his book, Walter chuckled. “I still can’t believe you seriously invited me over. Nice place you guys got, of course, but like…..I’m seventeen….don’t you have a ‘no-adults’” policy?”

Harold glared suspiciously towards him from the cooler in the back corner.

“Hey, Walt, adulthood, if you haven’t noticed, is kind of a choice over here. What I can’t believe is that Iris and Andrea actually got the big alien. Ten thousand points, right?”

“Fifteen.”, George called from the beanbag he appeared to have melted into, “That thing was almost as big as Andrea.”

“Dannnng….almost wouldn’t be surprised if it ate her. Good job, Team Fullmetal. George, Walt, Melvin? You guys thirsty?”

A fatigued sound of acclamation rang from all three corners of Tree House Comix, Inc.

“Sweet, alright. Sprites all around. Good job, team. Ice cream bars are, of course, coming...Walter, do you want Jake? Or Finn? Or are you a Cookie Cat kind of man?”

From a grave of pillows, he threw up his hand, gave a point, and a thumbs-up.

“You know it, my dudes. How many others memorized the entire thing and wrote like, five parodies pertaining to each of the Gems?”

Harold giggled softly and began to descend down the rope ladder.

“See, Cinders? This! This is why you’re with us!”

A pillow struck him weakly, but with accuracy.

“However big, however small, glad to be part of it all, Bubbles.”

Melvin looked back towards the teenager with an expression, though not the first, of utter confusion.

“Explain….please….?”

Walter sighed happily.

“Walter goes into Walt, which goes into Waltz. Waltzes are for Ballrooms, and Cinderella was famous for losing her slipper on the halls. Ergo, Cinders. And Harold…..well, you’ll see.”

Melvin cleaned his glasses on his shirt, then leaned back once more, flipping through his book to the mark.

“I shall never understand your kind, dear sir.”

“Frankly, the beauty of it…..is that neither will I.”

A few pages later, Harold swung into view, his left arm cradled to his chest.

“Gentlemen, I present….your prince!”

With a bounce in his step, he passed out the various ice cream bars to his comrades, stopping at Melvin with an unbranded ice cream sandwich and rubbing his arms sheepishly.

“Sorry, man. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so….”

He chuckled.

“Actually, this is perfect.”

“Alright!”, he cheered, joining his spot, “Powerpuff Girls?”

“Powerpuff Girls!” Walter echoed.

“Powerpuff Girls!” George followed enthusiastically.

“Uh…..Powerpuff Girls?” Melvin shrugged.

“Powerpuff Girls!”

George laughed zealously. “Commander Cheeseball, ready the VCR?”

“Signal given, second lieutenant Fluffy.”

“Guys….”, he turned, addressing the room, “It’s gonna get wild. Powerpuff Girls film in action!”

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Late in the prime of the summer afternoon a week later, George was mildly startled to see a pale hand emerge from beneath the treehouse, put a call bell on the edge of the floor, and courteously double-ring it.

“Melvin, man, you can just come in.” Harold responded, cornflower blue eyes barely flickering from the image he was immersed in coloring.

“Well, some people-”, came the call from below them as their nerdy compatriot struggled to gain purchase on the rope ladder, one arm unavailable, “-weren’t raised to break into their classmate’s houses.”

Upon reaching the interior, he stood, revealing the formal charcoal suit and bow tie he was wearing, carded his fingers through his ginger hair, and shifted the sizable package occupying most of his strength to his hip.

“Stephanie’s birthday is today. Suit up.”

George sighed, and straightened his tie impulsively.

“Wait….June eighteenth? That’s today? Harold, when was the last time we looked at a calendar?”

Beside him, the boy in turn shrugged. “George, it’s summer vacation. You’re such a Melvin.”

“....I’m not even going to question that. She invited everyone in her homeroom, which includes you two, and yes, it is indeed June eighteenth. Since we only have two hours, I’m….”

George beamed.

“Oh, my goodness. Harold, please, find a calendar and mark this down. Melvin needs our help.”

The blond chuckled.

“I’m going to stand strong in my belief that you like-like her. Sooooo…..what’s in the bag? And do you seriously need help talking to girls? Are you allergic to like, fun or anything? And by ‘suit up’, you mean swimsuit, right?”

“I plead the fifth amendment. I’m allergic to dander, but I happen to know that she has a parakeet. I would bring a change of clothes if I were you, because you always show up at formal parties dressed in the zeitgeist. Finally, I heard her say once that she loves humor, so I did some research and brought ‘A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’, and a few other personal favorites of mine…..’The End of Mr. Y’, ‘She Kills Monsters’, and ‘Radio Silence’....and a ten-dollar heart-shaped Starbucks gift card, if that’s….not too straightforward….”

He flushed scarlet and scraped the toe of his dress shoe against the pine floor, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harold grinned, then burst into teary-eyed laughter.

A second later, George followed.

For once, Melvin Sneedly was silent.

“Okay…..okay, man…..yeah, it’s okay to get her a heart Starbucks gift card. I promise, she’ll love it.” George said, wiping tears from his eyes and sighing his last, dangerously close to bursting into laughter once more.

“I’m going to assume you’re both prepared, and didn’t have plans to attend every formal event in t-shirts and shorts, if I may be so bold.”

George and Harold looked at each other with identical expressions of perplexity.

“.........”

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“Melvin, why do you hate us?” Harold asked mournfully, tugging at his starched collar.

“Because that’s how you make an impression.” he responded instantly, somehow shifting the bag containing his change of clothes and the oversized present to the crook of his arm in one fluid movement purely to look at them over his glasses smugly.

From the walkway, a flag stuck out from the house like a full invitation, a cow’s nose pressed comically close to the viewer. The faint air of a catchy song (of which no one had ever managed to learn the lyrics) emanated from the yard, and a rainbow of balloons decorated the back gate.

Jumped in the cab,

Here I am for the first time

Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign

This is all so crazy

Everybody seems so famous

George grinned and poised one finger on the latch.

“What’ya say, Mel? Ready to step into the unknown?”

Melvin straightened his bow tie and rubbed his palms on his waistcoat.

“Of course.”

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Unbeknownst to the trio, across the yard, Stephanie sat cross-legged between her friends, eying the glass doors behind them warily.

Jessica Gordon giggled, trying in futility to smother her giggles and ending up looking more like she was attempting to eat her hand. “Okay, Stephers….truth or dare or don’t?”

“Don’t. Wow, guys. Thanks for playing. Are you going to give me a hand setting up the craft table?”

“Awwww, Steph, you always pick don’t.” Wendy Swan giggled.

Stephanie smirked and deftly threw a block of glycerin and a pocketknife into her friend’s arms.

“That’s what happens when you make the unwanted an option. What incredibly weird and personal question did you want to ask me?”

Jessica fell back on the lawn, followed shortly by her friend.

“Geez, that’s a bit anticlimactic.”

“Can you be anticlimactic while shredding the glycerin and sorting out the soap dyes and oils and stuff? We’re going to make rainbow soap…..assuming you crazy wyverns can organize a table.”

Jessica giggled, stuck out her tongue, and began dividing the glycerin base.

“Okay. Be honest with us…..do you like Melvin?”

“Melvin? Uh, you mean like Melvin Sneedly? With the cardigan and the bow tie, fourth-period science?”

“How many Melvins do you know? You’ve been blushing around him, like, all year! Remember that time you did that presentation on Marie Curie, and he like, fell out of his chair?”

Stephanie fiddled with her hair clip.

“He simply forgot to clean his glasses that day…..I’m sure he was just trying to get a better look at my visual aids and diagrams. His prescription is pretty blurry at points, you know.”

“Awwwww, c’mon, dude. You crinkle your nose when you lie. Jessica? Is that a penalty?”

The strawberry blond giggled and nodded. “Sorry, Stephanie. Miss Swan?”

“Yes, Miss Gordon?”

“Will you kindly retrieve the Decommission Progression?”

Wendy laughed and, with a skip of her heel, ran into the house. Stephanie put down her craft knife and fidgeted with her shirt cuffs.

“Wait…..what are you two up to?”

An anguished howl tore through the neighborhood.

Stephanie shivered and rubbed her shoulders, her hair flat and plastered to her face as she sat drenched in ice water.

“You guys are so immature.”

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So hard with my girls not around me

It’s definitely not a Nashville party

Cause' all I see are stilettos

I guess I never got the memo

“Oh, hey! Melvin!” Stephanie said, giving a swift and sideways cuff to her companion’s shoulder, “George, Harold, the infamous Tree House Comix. Inc…..what’s up? You look nice!”

“Are we early?”, George inquired, shifting his and Harold’s gift to his hip.

“Fortunately, yes. And these dryads don’t seem to want to help set up, so if you could, that would be totally awesomesauce. Gift table’s-” she jerked back with her thumb, “-kind of the giant hamper thing, and if you want to change, the bathroom’s the second door on the left. My uncle’s working on the water slide, but I really need some help with the gift bags and snack bar.”

Wendy cartwheeled over. “Wow, rude. I guess it’s hard to be friends with me, ‘cuz I’m so awesome.”

“Wendy, I love you, but I also don’t trust you with unsupervised amounts of candy.”

Harold, now dressed in a cherry-red shirt with a notable star emblem and swim shorts, nudged the cheerleader out of the way.

“You can trust me!”

Stephanie stepped into the shaded square, knelt under the tables, and slammed a five-pound bag of gummy bears onto the table.

“Let’s get to work, then.”

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So I put my hands up

They're playing my song,

And the butterflies fly away

Noddin' my head like, yeah

Movin' my hips like, yeah

I got my hands up,

They're playin' my song

You know I'm gonna be okay

Yeah, it's a party in the USA

Yeah it's a party in the USA

“Alright!” Jessica giggled, “I think everything’s actually ready! Steph, wanna form the teams?”

In response, she just giggled and blew a single note on the tin whistle around her neck, turning the attention of all the partygoers.

“Atten-TION! Alight like a sparrow and fall like a hawk, because we’re about to have full battle! Partygoers, strap your water pistols and arm your balloons, because it’s going to be brutal. Take. No. Prisoners. Teams will be decided by your awesome captains, me and Tommy.”

“Hmmm?” said a freckled brunette in the back with a timid smile.

“Yeah! Tommy, come on up here! Granted, my team is kind of going to crush you, but it’s nice to be powerful, isn’t it?”

He chuckled and climbed onto the picnic table, striking a mock-pose. “Yeah, I’m feeling it.”

“Sweet. To start off with, I’m taking Sugar. Sugar N. Spice.”

“Oh, so you’re just going to take my best friend? Two can play, Wykoff.”, Tommy said, grinning maliciously, “Jessica Gordon.”

“George Beard.”

“Wendy Swan.”

“Harold Hutchins.”

“Iris Patrick Harris.”

“Andrea Morris.”

“Mac Turtledove.”

“Melvin Sneedly.”

“.....Katherine Taylor. ”

“This…..is battle.” she said, clapping her hands, “We have five minutes to work out our strategy. Let’s go.”

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“Did anyone ever tell you that water balloons aren’t supposed to be full of paint?”

“War is the most readily available form of chaos. Or are you calling Tommy’s Last Stand?.”

“Laws are silent in times of war.”

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Stephanie, although smudged with at least seven different forms of glitter, smiled as she plucked a pair of dice out of her hair.

“Well that….could have gone better.” she said, leaning an elbow on the craft table, “But man, we hit Gettysburg with that vinegar flank and baking soda ambush. What’cha making?”

Harold smiled. “Rainbow soap, of course. Is it okay if I take one of those giant dot-to-dot thingies with me for later?”

Stephanie flapped her hand in his general direction. “Oh yeah, it’s highly recommended. So….Avengers or Justice League? Or are you a Big Hero 6 kind of guy?”

“Avengers, all the way. But you are totally, like, more Honey Lemon than Captain America, so I’m guessing you’re a Bay-Maximum Rider?”

“Yeah, chemistry and physics are the two key elements to making everything scientifically awesome. Just….if everything has order….it’s better, y’know?”

“Steph, I don’t think you’re allowed to say that with an entire water slide and pool in your backyard. That is the gear of someone who flies at the moment.”

“Well…..generally, I plan things out, map out the possibilities from that moment, and choose the best one. Like, how can I prevent allergic emergencies? By finding all the natural allergens in all the snacks and labeling them, duh. Clear space, clear mind.”

“You must think…..really fast. But what if you flip a coin and it lands on the edge?”

“Harold, that’s a one in six-thousand chance, even for a typical American nickel.”

“Okayyyyy, well…..if you flip this coin and it lands on the edge,” Harold said, digging into the pocket of his swim trunks for the desired coin, “You have to do something crazy and unexpected.”

Stephanie chuckled and cuffed his shoulder “Okay, yeah, sure. And if it lands on either side?”

“I’ll do something totally characteristic, by which I mean awesome.”

“Let’s go, then.” she said, edging the coin on her fisted thumbnail and releasing it.

Immediately as it hit the table, it spun gradually, then rested on its edge.

Stephanie climbed onto the picnic table once more and blew her whistle.

“In light of Harold Huchins being the craziest boy alive, the rest of this party is set in a Victorian era, with the pool as a lake and the slides as aqueducts. Cow chicka wow wow, that’s what my baby says.”

Harold gave her a high-five.

At no point did she see the magnet he had placed under the table be palmed back to his pocket.

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“There’s no way”, George finished, “she actually already had that whole, like, wedding cake with roses and gold dust and stuff ready to go.”

Harold grinned. “Eh, it was still unexpected at the time. Maybe she just made the theme off the cake.”

“Yeah, the period-accurate silk sponge cake she just happens to have, while literally everything else here is Marvel-themed.”

“Boo!”

“Gyahhhhh…..oh, hey, it’s just you. I kind of thought it was someone I needed to worry about.” George joked, “What’s up?”

“I’m just about to open the presents, so, if you guys want to bail or stay, now would be a really good time to decide.” Stephanie said, her dark hair now cascading across her shoulders in wet, frizzy, waves and a smile playing across her chocolate-brown eyes--

“Yeah, it’s cool. We want to see your reactions! Trust me, you’re going to love Melvin’s present.” George said, winking at his bespectacled friend slyly.

“Oh! Sweet! Well, my obligin’s to you!”

With a stamp of her heel, she was off. A small crowd of adults and children gathered behind her, but she, for the most part, seemed to prefer a staged approach.

“Of course,” she said, addressing the crowd, “I have the highest of thanks to all of you, of which it may be unbecoming of a lady to showcase, so you must excuse my manners. At this time, I find it best to open the lovely gifts and laurels you all have been so dear to present, and at the next stroke of the clock, we shall have a marvelous parting. My farewell, in a more physical form, if you wish to claim it at this time, is by the snack table. So, first off for presents…..I’m going to check out this big one from Melvin.”

She spent a few minutes removing the galaxy-themed aesthetic wrapping paper from the package, and her eyes lit up.

“Oh, hey, cool! She Kills Monsters! I don’t think I’ve read these…..sweet! Thanks, Melvin!”

Then, with a raised eyebrow, she glanced at the edge of the box.

“What’s this?”

Melvin held his breath.

“Oh, nice, a sliding block puzzle! And the spring-thingy…..there’s something inside, right? So if I just rotate this, and slide this part over here….”

A few moments later, the final latch clicked, and the girl grinned.

“Alright! What is it?”

Beside the others, Melvin Sneedly fainted.

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“Hey….dude, wake up.”

The boy rubbed his eyes. “Do I….want to know?”

Stephanie giggled. “Yeah, you probably do. See, I got this boss Starbucks gift card from a nerd and he died. So now he’s totally in my dad’s office, because there’s a lot to be said for a family of medical practitioners. Everybody else left like, an hour ago, including your friends, sorry, man. Do you want your parents to pick you up?”

“Uh….I think I’ll walk, thanks.”

Stephanie scooted forward and hopped off the box she was sitting on. “Ah, dude! Can I walk you home? I’ve never seen your house, anyway...is it like, a mansion or something? Or an apartment?”

“As I told the last people who asked that exact same question, it’s actually a pretty ordinary house, and it’s a two-hour walk….but I’d be delighted for your company.”

Stephanie laughed and hooked her arm into his. “Well, then, I shall be gladsome.”

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One July seventh summer afternoon, George beamed and plunged his hands wrist-deep into multicolored slime.

“Harold, please, tell your mom I apologize for using all her laundry detergent.”

“....She’ll be fine.”

The call bell rang, and the blond rolled his eyes.

“You know the drill, nerdsaurus.”

A minute later, their companion clambered into the treehouse and cleared his throat.

“...Do I want to know what you’re doing?”

Harold nudged a tub of fluffy canary-yellow slime towards Melvin with his foot.

“Yes, actually. Yes, you do.”

“.........”

“Oh, this is really satisfying.”

George grinned. “Told ya’.”

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Meanwhile, no more than a few miles away, Principal Krupp begrudgingly knotted his tie and handed a concoction of lemonade and raspberry syrup to the new science teacher.

“I can’t say I remember hiring you, but I must admit, you’ve won the title.”

“And vhat title might this be?” said Professor Poopypants, extracting one of his hands from a similar tub of bright blue slime to take the drink.

“Edith? Do you want to explain this?” he said, glancing at the lunchlady.

“Ah, well….”, her voice rose an octave, and she smoothed her apron down, pausing only to take her cherry syrup, Sprite, and lemon concoction, “You gotta understand, Melvin’s really a nice kid…”

“Ah, zat suck-up. Yah, I vemember him. We have ze same online Dungeons and Dragons campaign.”

Edith looked over the rim of her glass as she took a sip. “An’ you know how he’s always talkin’ about getting into them Ivy Leagues, so he’ll do anything for extra credit, right?”

“Yah, yah, vhat’s your point?”

“Well, some of the less-well-meanin’ teachers make it a game to see what they can get Melvin to do for extra credit. Mr. Krupp used to be the reigning champion, but you took all this year with ‘assist in a full-frontal lobotomy.’”

“I suppose he is starting next year vith a 4.5 GPA…..but does that mean I have to give extra credit to George and Harold, too? They’re probably already setting fire to something as ve speak.”

“Aw…..sir, they’re also pretty well-hearted kids if you know ‘em, and they’re Melvin’s best friends. Surely, one of them is the voice of reason among all that, right?” Edith said, looking hopeful.

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Back at the one and only Tree House Comix inc, Holly Hutchins gasped and turned to the boys playing cards in her living room.

“Did you three use all my laundry detergent?”

Harold blushed. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Wow, I’m not even mad, I’m just….I’m just surprised.” she said, laughing, “I don’t suppose you’re looking for more ideas, are you?”

Harold shrugged. “Yeah, we’ll take ‘em.”

Then, as an afterthought, “As long as you don’t want us to dust or wash the windows or something.”

Ms. Hutchins laughed again. “Watch it, mister. No, I just saw these shell-shaped candles online and thought that I’d really like one or two. You guys can use a burner, right? After all, I am counting on at least one of you to be the voice of reason.”

“You’ve got it. Boys, I know what we’re gonna do today.”

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“Were we supposed to do something at these faculty meetings?” Ms. Anthrope inquired, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

“Yes. We were supposed to have drinks and gossip about the students behind their sun-tanned freckled backs.” said Poopypants, folding in his hand of cards and raking in a small fortune of chocolate coins.

“Ah. Well, Tommy’s too quiet. It’s weird when kids are too quiet.” responded Ms. Anthrope boisterously, leaning back.

“Seriously?” said Mr. Krupp, glaring at the narrator giggling nervously who doesn’t know how to write gossip and such and thus decided it would be a good time for a scene jump.

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“Why does your mom even have a reactive steel pot?” George said, warily glancing at the flickering flames, “Flour puts out stuff like this, right? Electrical fires?”

Melvin shoved George into the opposite counter.

“My friend, if you would like to graduate without third-degree burns, I’d get water.”

Harold fidgeted with his shirt sleeve. “This is a grease fire, right? With the candle scented oils and stuff? I think we’d get in trouble if we managed to spread it.”

George shrugged. “You know, once my uncle told me there was a special fire extinguisher for that…..Harold, do you-”

“We don’t even have a fire extinguisher, man! And paraffin is like, a cooking fat, not an oil, so I’m not even sure it’ll work!”

“Okay….” George said, biting his lower lip, “But we can smother any fire, right?”

The paisley towel caught aflame.

At that moment, Holly Hutchins arrived, gasped, and threw baking soda on the flames.

“....You’re all grounded.”

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By July’s end, fireflies danced in the night sky with a hint of chlorine and lemongrass.

“Hey! Are you two there?”

George slid down the oak tree’s limb and landed on the grass.

“Why, yes we are. And who might you be?”

A small girl with thick glasses, ginger hair curling around her shoulders, and a distinct professional appearance despite her age faced them.

“My brother really ought to have mentioned me, but, for our acquaintance, my name is Ciana Sneedly. May I presume that you two are the troublemakers he’s been seeing as of late?”

Harold giggled. “Wow, troublemakers. Miss Sneedly, I am blushing.”

George took a theatrical bow. “The troublemakers in person. You sound like your brother before we taught him not to talk like that. What’s up?”

“Melvin sent me to tell you two that he’s at a convention, but he’ll see you next week.”

George’s shoulders dropped. “Awwww….that’s the last day of summer. What convention is it, anyway?”

“Don’t even try. He actually has a guest speaker position with a Mr. McCracken.”

Harold’s eyes brightened. “Ciana, would this man’s first name happen to be Craig?”

“I believe so.”

“Miss Sneedly, please, come inside. I think we’ll get along very well indeed.”

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By the last day of the summer, Melvin arrived and unloaded a bag of spare machinery parts onto a blanket.

“I think you two are actually going to like this…..because I just got an ignitor battery at the convention, so, in other words, we have a model rocket.”

George and Harold grinned and high-fived their companion.

“Dude, that’s awesome.”

“I know.”

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By the hour’s stroke, all three of them were smudged with grease and sweat, but the rocket was complete.

And it was glorious.

And its final streak of color as it exploded in the evening sky was breathtaking.

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Flight 2-765, Ohio to Massachusetts, now boarding.

Melvin Sneedly, as now a seventeen-year-old graduate of Jerome Horwitz High School, grinned towards the duo and tugged his suitcase off the bench.

“That’s my call, you two troublemakers.”

Harold laughed. “Yeah, MIT, right? I hear that’s the school for nerds who don’t set fires to their kitchens.”

Melvin winked. “Hey, that only happened once. And in our defense, your mother really shouldn’t have steel pots in her kitchen. Say we saved her a shopping trip.”

George facepalmed. “Mel, she was already out shopping. We used all the laundry detergent.”

“Guess we should have told her to get a Grade K fire extinguisher while she was out.

Vous êtes deux fous. Je suis honoré d'être considéré comme votre ami.”

And with a final sleight of hand, he was gone.

In a Piqua bedroom window, a mechanical train passed softly on its tracks.

FIN

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Acknowledgements:

OCs are Walter Ashton, Andrea Morris, and Iris Patrick Harris. All the others you see here and don’t recognize are likely minor characters.

Thanks to @kitkat1003, my editor! (Her OC, Katherine Taylor, makes a brief cameo)

A special extension of gratitude would have to go to @thefangirlingcartoongal; I guarantee, the first prompts came from conversations with her.

Obligings to @memeberd; if you see a headcanon in here, it’s probably his.

@wiffanywhiff, welcome to the fandom!

So, to all of you, and all of my readers, and even just anyone new to the fandom....goodbye, and thanks for all the fish. Farewell!

#captain underpants #melvin sneedly #captain underpants fanfiction #harold hutchins #george beard #holly hutchins #ciana sneedly #stephanie wykoff #captain underpants oc #walter ashton #iris patrick harris #andrea morris #my writing #waffles to go

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Fear Factor: Season 3: Episode 16: Part 1

Episode 16: Vertical Two Square; Electric Eels; Helicopter Rodeo

On a sunny day near the docks, six girls walked together, ready to play a special all ladies edition of Fear Factor to prove that women can do anything men can and better.

Bubbles

City of Townsville

Powerpuff Girl

"I'm a little nervous, but mostly excited for this game," Bubbles said. "Both of my sisters tried to win this show and both lost. I can do anything boys can! I can't wait to shock my boy friends back in the City of Townsville when I win."

Leshawna

Canada

Total Drama Contestant

"I'm through being recognized from only Total Drama," Leshawna said. "Mama wants to make a new name for herself. This is gonna go out to all my brothers and sisters back in Canada. This one's you y'all!"

Danielle

Amity Park

Ghost Superhero

"I think I can do well just by focusing my energy," Danielle said. "If I do that, I think I could mislead the other players who'll obviously underestimate my young age and win this game. I know I can't use my powers, but I don't need to."

Daisy Duck

Toontown

Boyfriend to Donald Duck

"I want shed my pretty girl image and break those stereotypes of what girls are and what they like," Daisy said. "I can get down and dirty to win this game. And when I do, I plan to use the money to take my boyfriend Donald Duck for a nice vacation."

Gwen Tennyson

Everywhere

Sidekick

"Age doesn't really matter in these situations. It's actually the way you play the game," Gwen said. "My geek of a cousin has already won this show, so now I plan to win this. Anyway, I think girls are the underdogs when it comes to Fear Factor. We have a better chance at this."

Kuki Sanban aka Numbah 3

Treehouse HQ

Kids Next Door (KND)

"I'm not nervous," Numbah 3 said. "I just hope there's candy. I love candy! And Rainbow Monkeys!"

Our lovely female contestants then approached our host, Joe Rogan. "Hey, what's up?" Joe asked with a smile.

"We're good." The contestants all agreed. Joe then explained the game.

"You six people have been brought here from all over the country for one reason: To stare fear in the eye as you compete for $50,000. To win the money, you're going to have to complete three extreme stunts. Stunts that'll not only test you psychically, but mentally. If you're too afraid to attempt a stunt, you'll be eliminated. You try a stunt but fail to complete it, you're gone. But if you do succeed, you'll move onto the next round and be that much closer to the cash." There was one more thing to mention that the girls already know. "As you can see, this is an all ladies show. Meaning there are no annoying, loud, and smelly boys to get in your way."

The girls all cheered with delight. It was girls night on Fear Factor. "Hooray! Girls Fear Factor!" Numbah 3 said, giddily.

"This might be an interesting show." Gwen said with a smile.

"Then what do we say we get on with the game?!" Danielle asked, with the other girls cheering in agreement.

"Alright. Here is your first stunt." Joe said, pointing to a rotating platform above the water. "You'll each start on the top of the rotating platform and work your way to the rope. You'll then climb down the rope and release the flag. The four of you who do this the fastest will move onto the next round. The other two will be eliminated. We have randomly selected who gets to go first and Bubbles, you are lucky number one."

"That's me!" Bubbles said, giddily.

"Come on Bubbles!" Joe said with a smile, walking with Bubbles to get her prepped, leaving the other female player to talk among themselves.

"I don't think she's gonna win it." Gwen said with a grin.

"Hey!" Danielle scolded. "She's a PowerPuff Girl. I think she has a chance. What's with the trash talking all of the sudden?"

"Sorry." Gwen said with a sheepish smile.

Joe stood by with Bubbles as she got into her bathing suit. "So Bubbles the PowerPuff Girl, you're up first, setting the bar. Are you nervous?" Joe asked.

"A little bit." Bubbles admitted. "Both of my sisters didn't win their show, so I have to break this curse that's fallen on us. I guess."

"Come on! You're a PowerPuff Girl! You kick major bad guy butt all before bedtime!" Joe said with a smile, trying to make Bubbles less nervous. "I'm pretty sure your balance is good."

"It's just that this is my first time on a reality show. I'm just going by the general tone." Gwen said.

"Honey, take it from a pro. There's more to reality TV than trash talking." Leshawna said with a smile.

"So Bubbles, give me your best prediction. How fast you're gonna do this?" Joe asked.

"A minute and a half." Bubbles said.

"That's a good guess. Now remember, you can't use your powers cause that'll be cheating." Joe said. Bubbles nodded. "Well, good luck Bubbles."

"Thank you." Bubbles said with a smile as she got into her life jacket.

"So why are you doing this show, red head?" Leshawna asked.

"My cousin has already won it. So, I'm gonna make a name for myself." Gwen said with a confident smile.

"And what's up with you, ghost girl?" Leshawna asked Danielle.

"Well, you probably already know my cousin, Danny Phantom. He already won his show." Danielle said with a smile.

"I saw that!" Numbah 3 said with a giddy grin. "He's so cute, that Danny Phantom."

"You should already know he has a girlfriend who also won this show." Danielle said.

"Oh." Numbah 3 said before smiling again. "Girls Fear Factor!" Joe then approached the other girls as the platform carrying Bubbles starts rising.

As Bubbles looked down for a split second, she turned very nervous. "I hope I do well." Bubbles said to herself as she stood up.

"Bubbles, are you ready?" Joe called out.

"I'm ready!" Bubbles shouted.

"Alright, you're up first! So set that bar high and do the best you can! Here we go! In 3, 2, 1...go!" Joe yelled. With that, Bubbles made her way across the platform as it started moving.

"Come on Bubbles!" Danielle shouted, encouraging the six year old as she inched her way around the platform. "You can do it!" Those words were enough for Bubbles to move faster as she continued her way to the rope.

"Come on Bubbles! You're almost there!" Joe called out as Bubbles got closer to the rope. She then finally latched onto the rope and started climbing down. Then, Bubbles reached the bottom platform and released the flag, stopping the clock at a minute and a half like Bubbles estimated. "Time! 1 minute and 30 seconds!"

The girls all cheered as Bubbles made her way back to Joe and the others. "Nice job Bubbles!" Danielle cheered.

"Bubbles, I knew you could do it!" Joe said with a smile. "And great timing too. Just like you predicted."

Bubbles giggled as she knew she done it. "Thank you! I did it!" Bubbles said.

"Yes you did!" Joe said. "Now, Kuki from the Kids Next Door is up next. Kuki, do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"One sister actually. But I don't like her anymore since she killed one of my Rainbow Monkeys." Numbah 3 said with a frown before smiling again. "But all is well now that she's grounded for life."

The girls all cringed when Numbah 3 said that. Grounded for life just for killing a stuffed animal? What kind of parents did she had? "Wow. My mom wouldn't ground me that long even if I got a B on my homework." Gwen commented, a little creeped out.

"Well, clearly Kuki has some tiger parents. Anyway, how fast are you gonna do this?" Joe asked Numbah 3.

"Hmm...a minute and five seconds." Numbah 3 guessed.

"That's a good estimated. So, come on with me and we'll get you prepped." Joe said.

"OK." Numbah 3 said as she walked with Joe and stripped into her pink bathing suit.

"So Kuki, so far none of your friends from the Kids Next Door have been able to win this. You think you're going to be the one to break the curse?" Joe asked.

"It shouldn't be that hard." Numbah 3 said with a smile.

"OK. Good luck." Joe said as he walked away and Numbah 3 got onto the platform. After the platform was in the air, Numbah 3 stood up. "OK Kuki, are you ready?"

"Yes I am!" Numbah 3 yelled back.

"OK. Remember, you have to beat one minute and thirty seconds! You do that, you're in for tomorrow! Here we go! In 3, 2, 1...go!" Joe called out. With that, Numbah 3 started moving around the platform.

"Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies..." Numbah 3 sang to herself as she moved a little faster around the platform.

"Is she singing?" Gwen asked.

"I love this song!" Bubbles said with a smile as she hummed along with Numbah 3's singing.

"She's almost there." Joe said. "Come on Kuki! You're 30 seconds in!" Bubbles wasn't really nervous that Numbah 3 might beat her time. It's having fun that counts. And so far she was having a great time. Numbah 3 then made her way to the rope and climbed down. "She's climbing the rope." Numbah 3 then reached the bottom platform and released the flag in just 1 minute and 12 seconds. She was moving onto the next round. "Time! One minute and twelve seconds! She's in."

Numbah 3 then made her way back to Joe and the others. "Yay! I win!" Numbah 3 cheered.

"Not quite, Kuki. You do have the fastest time though, putting Bubbles on the bubble." Joe said. "No pun intended. If Leshawna does faster than her, she's are going home. Leshawna, are you ready?"

"You know it, Rogan!" Leshawna said with a smile. "Mama's gonna win this thing, y'all!"

"Alright. Come with me." Joe said, walking with Leshawna to get her prepped.

"That was so fun!" Numbah 3 said with a smile. "I was a little nervous when it started spinning though, but I got through it by singing Ring Around the Rosies."

Gwen and Danielle paid no attention to Numbah 3 and just spoke among themselves. "I really like Leshawna." Danielle said.

"Me too. I hope she does well enough." Gwen said.

Joe stood by with Leshawna as she got into her bathing suit. "So, Leshawna from Total Drama." Joe said with a smile. "So far, none of your fellow contestants have been able to win this show. You think you could change all that?"

"Joe honey, I'm here to win. Not lose." Leshawna said with a sly smile.

"That's good to know. All you have to do is beat one minute and twelve seconds, and you're in for tomorrow. If you don't, but do it faster than Bubbles, she goes home. So, good luck." Joe said, walking away as Leshawna got onto the platform. The platform the rose up and started spinning. "Leshawna, are you ready?"

"Let's do this thang!" Leshawna yelled.

"That's the spirit! Here we go! In 3, 2, 1...go!" Joe called out. With that, Leshawna tried to keep her balance as she made her way across the platform. Man, this thing is moving fast, Leshawna thought to herself.

"Don't lean backwards!" Gwen yelled out, helping her fellow contestant. Leshawna gained her footing as she moved faster to the rope. She then grabbed the rope and started climbing down. Leshawna then reached the bottom platform and released the flag at a minute and twenty three seconds. Not good enough to beat Numbah 3's time, but good enough to send Bubbles home.

"Time! 1 minute and 23 seconds!" Joe announced. Bubbles turned sad for a little bit as she knew she was going home. "Bubbles, I'm so sorry. But she did better than you. So, we gotta send you packing."

"It's OK Joe. I had a fun time." Bubbles said with a small smile before hugging Numbah 3 and Danielle.

"Aww...that's so sweet." Joe said with a smile. "Bye Bubbles."

Bubbles then flew away the walk of shame as she reflected on her loss. "It's OK to lose sometimes. Cause Professor told me that's the most fun part of the game." Bubbles said.

Leshawna then made her way back to Joe and the other girls, boasting her victory. "I told you girls: Mama is here to win it! So you all might wanna save some trouble and quit now!" Leshawna yelled happily.

Joe just chuckled. "Well nice job, Leshawna from Total Drama. Maybe you might break the Total Drama curse after all." Joe said with a smile. "Gwen, you're next. Are you ready?"

"Yes. Let's do this." Gwen said with a smile as she walked with Joe to get prepped.

"Little red head got some determination. She might win this." Leshawna said with a smile.

"I don't know. On the bus ride here, she was more interested into her laptop when I tried to talk to her." Danielle said. "But, it's mostly mental in these types of games anyway. Maybe you're right."

Joe stood by with Gwen as she got into her green bathing suit. "So Gwen, we had your cousin Ben here earlier and he won this game. Is that your main motivation?" Joe asked.

"Yes. I'm so sick of being treated like a sidekick while he goes kicking bad guy butts and gets rewarded for it." Gwen said with a frown before smiling. "If I win this game, I'll gain more respect from him."

"That's good to know. Good luck." Joe said, walking away as Gwen got onto the platform. As the platform started rising, Gwen turned white as a ghost, becoming nervous. Maybe I shouldn't have done this, Gwen thought to herself as she stood up.

"Gwen, are you ready?" Joe called out.

"I'm ready!" Gwen yelled.

"Alright! Beat Kuki's time and you're in! Beat Leshawna's time, and she goes home! Here we go! In 3, 2, 1...go!" Joe yelled. Gwen started to move across the platform, becoming more nervous as it spun. Come on, don't wuss out now, Gwen thought to herself. She then went faster before she finally reached the rope. Gwen then climbed down and reached the bottom platform. Releasing the flag, she completed the stunt in a record time of one minute and 8 seconds. "Time! 1 minute and 8 seconds! She did it!"

"Man, red head has got some skills!" Leshawna said with a smile.

"I did it! Whoo hoo!" Gwen cheered as she reflected on her win. "I used my brains in order to make sure I didn't fall off the edge as it kept spinning, calculating every single step I took. I breathed a sigh of relief when I reached the rope. I did it, and now I'm in for tomorrow." Gwen then made her way back to the other girls, looking incredibly happy.

"Honey, give me some sugar!" Leshawna said, inviting Gwen in for a hug. "Man, you're as dry as a duck."

"Hey!" Daisy said, offended.

"Sorry about that." Leshawna said.

"Man Gwen, some of the girls didn't think you were gonna make it." Joe said with a smile.

"Well, I did it, I'm dry, and I'm here for another day." Gwen said with a smile.

"Yes you are. Now, it's Danielle's turn. The young cousin of ghost superhero Danny Phantom. You ready?" Joe asked.

"Let's do this!" Danielle said with excitement.

"Alright come with me." Joe said, walking with Danielle to get her prepped. Danielle got into her red bathing suit and stood on the platform. She wasn't nervous when it rose, but when it started spinning fast, she turned white like Gwen was earlier.

"Oh dear." Danielle said, becoming increasingly nervous.

"OK Danielle, you ready?" Joe called out.

"Are you sure it's supposed to be this fast?" Danielle asked.

"Yes it's supposed to be that fast." Joe said with a smile. "Here we go! In 3, 2, 1...go!" With that, Danielle started moving around the platform. She tried very hard to keep her balance without using her powers. Everyone was shocked at how fast Dani was going. She made it to the rope and climbed down to the bottom platform. Once she pulled the flag, the clocked stopped at one minute. Dani had beaten Gwen's time, putting her on the bubble. "Time! One minute! She now has the fastest time there is!"

Gwen turned nervous because she knew that if Daisy beaten her time, she would be going home. Danielle then made her way back to the other girls. "Did you miss me?" Danielle asked with a sly smile.

"Great job, Danielle!" Joe said with a smile. "You now have the fastest time here. Gwen, you're now on the bubble. If Daisy does better than you, you're going home."

"Well, then we must hope for the best." Gwen said with a hopeful smile.

"You mean hope that she doesn't beat your time." Joe said with a smirk, making Gwen smile sheepishly. "Daisy, are you ready?"

"I'm ready!" Daisy said with a smile as she walked with Joe to get prepped.

"Little red head, no matter what happens, you did your best." Leshawna said, making Gwen smile.

"Yeah. I thought you did very good too." Dani said with a smile.

"Thanks Dani." Gwen said, not knowing how this might all end.

Joe stood by with Daisy as she got into her bathing suit. "So Daisy from Toontown, you're here to prove that girls are all just more than frilly bows, is that right?"

"That's right Joe." Daisy said with a smile.

"OK remember, if you beat Gwen's time, she goes home. If you beat Leshawna's time, she goes home. If you beat Kuki's time, she goes home. You're the last one for today, so make it count. Good luck." Joe said, walking back to the remaining girls. Daisy then sat on the platform as it rose. Then, she stood up as it started spinning. "Alright Daisy, you ready?" Daisy nodded. "Alright, beat either girl's time, and one of them goes home! Here we go! In 3, 2, 1...go!" With that, Daisy made her way across the platform. But before she could even get to the first mark, she fell straight down into the water. "Whoa! She fell! Gwen, you, Leshawna, and Kuki are in for tomorrow!" The girls all cheered and hugged each other as they knew they would be moving on, becoming closer to $50,000. "Well congratulations to all four of you. You're moving on. So, let's get out of here and see what tomorrow has in store for you."

"Girls Fear Factor!" Kuki cheered as she, Gwen, Danielle, and Leshawna left the dock with Joe, not knowing what tomorrow might bring.

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Monsta X Soulmates (Astrology)

So Juno is basically this little asteroid that can reveal what you’re looking for in a soulmate. Venus shows what you’re attracted to and what you’re seeking out of a relationship, but Juno shows your ultimate goals for a life partner; a deeper, ‘forever’ kind of love. It’s more about the traits that the Juno sign represents vs. necessarily being attracted to that sign specifically.

‘Juno, known as the Goddess of marriage, traditionally symbolized the idealized life partner. She represents the values and attitudes, which reveal themselves in the institution of marriage. In the signs, Juno represents how we deal with our intimacy needs, what we look for in a mate, and qualities we present in a partnership.’ (source)

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Shownu/Sohn Hyunwoo - Taurus Juno

Oooh, I love this. My boy Shownu wants someone grounded, patient, and sensual. Taurus is an earth sign, and he’s also got a Capricorn moon (which rules his desires and emotions), so he’s craving security and loyalty. Earth energy is very fixed - it’s stubborn, practical, realistic, and most of all, it lasts.

He’s not out there chasing a fling or a hook up, when he commits it’s going to be for life. Especially since he also has a Taurus mars (how he comes across in relationships). No drama queens, gossip hoes, or superficial baes for him - he’d be over that in under a minute. He’s not messing around, he wants to find his person and then be with them forever. SUCH a papa bear, oh my lord, he’s going to be the dad that teaches his kids how to play all the sports, builds them a treehouse, cheers them on at every single school event.

Taurus is one of the two signs ruled by Venus, so they are incredibly sensual, as in - the five senses. He’s looking for a partner who wants to build a comfortable home with him; Taurus energy LOVES being at home, surrounded by pleasant things. He’ll want to cook with you like, 24/7, every single meal (and yeah, sex in the kitchen is going to be a THING 👌). They also love to set the scene, so music, candles, artwork, etc. - they’re all about #theaesthetic.

Taurus is a fixed sign, and they can be kind of... possessive about what’s ‘theirs.’ So get ready for anyone who gets to close to you to get the death glare from your hubby. He’ll walk over and throw a seemingly casual arm around your waist, just so they know exactly who you ‘belong’ to. But with his Gemini sun he’s not going to be a dick about it; it’s just ‘hi, this is my wife. I’m her husband. Any questions? No, kthxbye.’

As an earth sign, Taurus energy is very easygoing on the surface, they are definitely one of the big ‘Hufflepuff’ signs of the Zodiac. They just want their loved ones safe, happy, and comfortable. But if you push them, or if you threaten someone they love, that’s when the steel underneath comes out. They are complete immovable objects when challenged, and he’ll love it if you defend him or stand up to him in an argument. He wants someone he can’t win over too easy, he wants to earn you every single day.

Wonho/Shin Hoseok - Cancer Juno

OF COURSE HE HAS A CANCER JUNO. Have you seen him with kids?! Good lord, I hope he finds this energy in his soulmate - someone nurturing and sweet and loving and compassionate and sensitive that just wants to take care of him and love him forever (and OBVS wants kids) 😭 Like Shownu, his Juno shows that he’s not looking for something casual, Cancer energy is fiercely committed and when he’s ready to settle down he wants it to be with someone he can build a life with.

Out of all of them I see him caring the least about appearances, age, any of that in his partner. Hear me out - Pisces is the sign of universal love, acceptance, and transcendance. And he’s just so LOVING and sweet, I think it would be more about the emotional connection than anything physical. Plus, Cancer rules the umm, chest area 🙈, so I could easily see him being with someone on the curvier side.

Cancer is all about home and family, so he’s looking to fill his life with people he can love up on who will return that love fully. Cancer and Pisces (his sun sign) are both very sentimental and emotional, so he’s going to have an incredibly strong connection to the family he creates. Long lasting happiness for him is going to be about the people in his life, rather than money or fame. He and his partner are totally going to be the ‘mom friends’ of the group.

Cancer is ruled by the moon, so he’ll be very attracted to someone who is feminine, sweet, dreamy, warm, and emotionally intelligent. Someone who can pick up on what is Pisces sun isn’t saying out loud. Ugh, this is such a cute pairing, I can’t even. Him and his partner are both going to be the type to communicate through touch and actions instead of words. Little hugs and caresses here and there, knowing looks at each other while their out in public, expressing their love in a subtle way.

He’s also got an Aries Venus, so he’s looking for someone who is unwavering in her loyalty and passion for him. Within the relationship there would be lots of excitement and trying things together for the first time. And Cancer energy can be kind of err... moody and dramatic, which is going to keep that Aries energy from getting bored.

Minhyuk/Lee Minhyuk - Libra Juno

My whole entire heart - I love that his Scorpio intensity is craving a Libra energy for his life partner. Libra is all about balance and equality and Scorpios can tend to go off the deep end (in terms of getting obsessed with things, being moody, etc) so he’s looking for someone to even him out, to keep him focused. Libra is an air sign and it’s all about the intellect: sharing ideas, learning, talking, etc. which would also help balance out his emotional watery nature.

Libra is the other sign ruled by Venus and it is all about aesthetics and romance. He wants someone who is going to care about her appearance, not in terms of like, height/weight, but in terms of STYLE. He’s looking for someone put together, social, curious, with an air of sophistication. He’ll want to go out on the town, get drinks, have a fancy dinner, and make a night of it any time you go out.

As an air energy, Libra is incredibly adaptable - Libra is the peacemaker of the Zodiac, the harmonizer, the hostess. So he wants someone that can fit into any situation with him and thrive. Also, Libra is incredibly picky, and will run at the first sign of inequality in a relationship, so he might date around a while before he finds that right person. Probably won’t have a lot of kids, I can see him and his partner just having one special kid that they dote on.

I could easily see him being with someone older. I don’t see him necessarily wanting to be the more immature one in a relationship, but Scorpio is the sign of transformation - and that makes them go through rapid change and causes them to reinvent themselves many times in their lives (so he’ll needs a lot of emotional support). So I think he needs a partner that can roll with his changes, someone who’s going to be able to weather those emotional storms and not get caught up in them.

Libra is a very visual energy, so I can see him being with someone who is creative and artistic. And with his Gemini moon he absolutely needs someone that can match him intellectually. Who will sit for hours and discuss ideas or theories with him. Lots of playful, fun energy here to balance out his Scorpio energy. He and his partner are going to be the group’s favorite dinner party guests, they’ll keep everyone entertained.

Kihyun/Yoo Kihyun - Libra Juno

Oh goodness, I love this. He’s a Sagittarius - hilarious, social, craves adventure + travel, and it warms my cold, dead heart that he wants a Libra energy in his partner. Someone who’s going to be creative and loving and classy AF with him. While Minhyuk needed someone to balance out his intensity, I think Kihyun needs someone who’s going to support him endlessly. Someone to reassure him that he’s talented and wonderful and deserving of all the good things in life.

On the surface you’ll be that fun, exciting, social couple that’s doing some crazy thing every weekend. Going to Paris spur of the moment? Bowling on a Tuesday? Randomly at some new exclusive museum opening? That’s the two of you. But underneath he has an emotional Pisces moon and a Scorpio venus that craves a deep and compassionate kind of love.

So beneath the #aesthetic couples goals that the two of you are, he needs to feel that deep, life changing kind of love. Scorpio energy can be kind of intense and possessive, so he’s going to be MUCH more needy behind the scenes than his Sag sun is going to make him seem. I don’t see him being with someone too much older than him, or drastically younger, but close to his age. A life partner that he can grow and explore with.

Can go either way with kids, I could see him and his partner being the ‘have it all’ kind of couple that just rolls with it. Effortlessly balancing business meetings, tours, play dates, family time, big dinner parties where everyone brings their kids, and vacations to far off places. The ultimate ‘cool parents’ that everyone wishes they had. Or I could see him and his partner pursuing their creative endeavors and choosing not to have kids. Libra is very flexible, so his partner could go either way.

Sagittarius is the sign of philosophy, higher education, and intellectual exploration, so he’s going to love it if you are similarly interested in trivia, learning, and ideas. Wants someone who takes an active interest in his life, who wants to hear about the day to day, wants to know all his stories. Is 1000% going to be that guy that steps away from the group to call his partner just so they can catch up, wherever he is in the world.

Hyungwon/Chae Hyungwon - Libra Juno

Oh my presh Capricorn AF baby. He needs someone committed to him, like - someone who takes themselves and their relationship seriously, and someone who’s ambitious and hardworking. Capricorn rules our careers and public lives, and I think a Libra-like partner would appeal to his desire to appear composed and ‘together’ in public.

We all know Chae Hyungwon, the most gorgeous man in the world, deserves someone equally as beautiful. And with a Libra juno I think he’s going to find that in his partner. But I don’t mean ‘beautiful’ here in terms of looks necessarily, but someone who’s very presence is attractive. The kind of person who speaks beautifully, who has a gorgeous smile, who’s aura is that of a goddess (Libra + Taurus are represented by Aphrodite). The kind of woman his hardworking Cap self won’t be able to take his eyes off of because of how magnetic she is.

Like I just see his partner being this stunner that wears these floaty dresses and who accessorizes like a boss. But Libra energy is also incredibly whip smart and intelligent, so his soulmate won’t just be arm candy - she’ll be a match for him on many levels. Libra and Cap both want to create things, so expect to be #housegoals, #dategoals, #careergoals, and any other kind of goals you can think of.

With all of his Capricorn energy I think you might have to be the one to approach him, either because he’s more reserved or because he’s so focused on his work that he forgets to look up. I honestly can’t tell if he’s going to want kids. Capricorn is always called the ‘daddy’ sign, but I could see him going either way, depending on what his partner wanted.

This is going to be a very mature love, I don’t see him or his partner being overly emotional about things. No epic fights, no tearful declarations of love. Just very practical, straightforward, ‘we’re in this’ kind of love. Like, Libra is incredibly romantic, but I see him being so adorably chill about it. Once he’s got you and you’ve got him, that’s it - you can dust your hands off and rest assured that you’ve got a partner for life. Libra is the sign of partnerships, and that’s truly what he wants - a co-pilot in life.

Jooheon/Lee Jooheon - Scorpio Juno

Holy cow, this is a doozy! He’s got a Scorpio venus AND a Scorpio juno, so he’s looking for someone intense, private, magnetic, emotional, and deep. He’s craving a transcendent kind of love, a relationship that feels like it’s absolutely everything to him. A partner who will inspire him to conquer the entire world, to completely remake himself in the fire between them.

Scorpio energy can be jealous and possessive, so it won’t always be smooth sailing, which might be taxing for his peace-loving, harmonious Libra sun and moon. Talk about a turbulent relationship! He’s looking for a partner that can match his emotional intensity, but all of his Libra energy wants things to be comfortable and smooth. I can see him wanting kids and having a family, but it might be after a lot of tension or drama. Like you might get pregnant accidentally, but then you both decide to just go for it and end up making this tiny, tight-knit family.

I could see him finding his soulmate as the result of something dramatic AF. Like, you meet because your partners both cheated on you, or because you bonded during some disaster. He wants mystery, he wants drama, he wants intimacy like he’s never had before. The kind of person he can share his secrets with at three in the morning. Trust is HUGE for him and if you betray him, it’s all over.

Holy crap, he needs to feel wanted. Will get off on you ‘belonging’ to him and vice versa. Another big Scorpio word is POWERFUL, and as Scorpio rules ‘sex and death,’ he’s not looking for anything casual. 10/10 will be so intense during sex that you’ll cry from how deep your connection is and from all the heightened emotions. Wants you to accept and love everything about him, wants you to help him transform into the man he’s capable of becoming.

His partner is going to be an absolute badass. No soft, sweet energy for him. Someone strong, dedicated, and emotionally intuitive. Red lipstick, motorcycle boots, devil may care attitude. No one he can win over easily; he’s looking for a challenge. Wants someone confident enough to seduce the heck out of him. If you’re bored/disinterested with your life, he’s got no time for it.

I.M/Im Changkyun - Aquarius Juno

Hi, I love this. He’s an Aquarius who wants to be with an Aquarius energy, basically he wants someone who’s like him - independent, quirky, free-spirited, open minded. Aquarius rules the 11th house of friendship, so he’s probably going to have the ultimate friends to lovers story omg. And with his Pisces Venus he’s looking for someone compassionate, loving, and ethereal.

His partner is going to be a total sweetheart. Aquarius is a humanitarian, it wants to save the world + Pisces is a healing sign that wants to love the whole world. Someone who values their friendships above all else, who’s happy when their loved ones are happy. Neither of these are ‘selfish’ placements, so I see him having this adorable, giving and generous kind of love.

Aquarius craves freedom in relationships and his lover is going to want the same. So you might have a long distance relationship, or both be busy with work a lot. But with that air sign Aquarius energy he’s looking for, that’s very straightforward and honest and open, you’ll have no problem communicating with each other and connecting wherever you both are in the world.

Air signs tend to be a bit more flightly/exploratory when it comes to love, so he might not settle down for a while. Along with that friendship concept - I could easily see his partner developing out a friends-with-benefits type of situation. Will definitely be open to having kids and would create a community feel, lots of aunts/uncles/godparents - ‘it takes a village’ kind of father/parent.

Lots of youthful energy and excitement in this partnership. Nothing too heavy or serious or intense. Aquarius is ruled by rebellious, eccentric Uranus, so I could see him having a relationship that pushes some bounds; maybe dating someone from another country or having another non-traditional type of relationship.

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