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a-casual-kpopfan · 9 months

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Just Another Day - Sullyoon

“Thanks for another great day!” Her boss calls out before leaving the building. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” Sullyoon calls back in response to her boss. Sullyoon is seen with a smile, waving happily before tending to her belongings, packing her laptop and purse. The lone office worker leaves her cubicle, looks around the office before shutting off the lights.

5:54 PM

“Hmm, I guess I can make a stop.” Speaking to herself while waiting for the elevator, checking the time on her wristwatch. The elevator arrives promptly, no one else was working through the building other than the security guard and a couple janitors every few floors. Always the first one to arrive, last one to leave, night shift employees all know Sully by name.

“Good evening, Sully.” The afternoon guard at the desk just checking into their shift, watching Sully exit the elevator and walking towards the entrance. “Have a good shift, tell unnie I said hi!” Sullyoon greets the guard and to greet his wife for him, smiles and waves were exchanged before she leaves the building. Her eyes were set on the lone car in the parking lot, majority of the people working had left almost an hour ago, only cars in the lot are evening shift janitors and guards.

“Looks like I’m last again.” Entering her car, starting it promptly and setting her phone GPS’ destination to her local market closes to her home. Pulling out of the parking lot and making her way to the market, getting a call from a friend.

“Oh Hae Won”

With a press of a button on the steering wheel, Sully answers without distracting herself on the road. “Unnie!” Sully calls out to her long-time friend Hae Won. “Sully-ah! When are you going to see me?” Just chuckling to herself, “Unnie, you know I’m busy with work.” She wasn’t entirely telling the truth, but at the same time, she isn’t lying. “Yah, how can we find you a boyfriend if you don’t come downtown for once?” Hae Won complained to the amusement of Sully.

The two talked for majority of the car ride until arriving at the destination placed in the phone. “Unnie, I’ll call you tomorrow!” Sully calls out before hanging up, thinking how Hae Won does not give up trying to find Sully a date. After killing the engine, exiting the car and entering the shop, she’s immediately greeted by the service at the front counter.

“Annyeonghaseyo, oh Ms. Sullyoon.” The employees at this store have been acquainted with her for quite a while, ever since she had moved in this part of the country. “Good evening! How was the day?” Asking as she goes straight to the refrigeration section of the store, eyes on the alcohol racks. “Whatever gets me through college.” The cashier says as they scroll through their phone.

Sully visits this local shop so often that most of the employees know her by name, even knowing some employees outside of the workplace here. “The year is almost done; you’ll get through it.” Said by Sully as she brings up a bottle of red wine, aged from 2012 and two smaller bottles of soju, promptly paying for it and leaving a tip for the worker.

“Don’t spend it all in one place.” Sully leaves with a smile.

~~~~~

7:39 PM

After some time, our sweet pea finally makes it home being greeted by the sunset from her window in her apartment. After making sure the door’s locked and taking off her shoes and slipping on some slippers, Sully makes way towards a kitchen island, looking to dump her bags.

The big smile everyone sees on her, that everyone knows her by, the image people see, all gone. After a minute the once happy woman, is not present in this apartment. Sullyoon with the newly bought bottle of wine opens it up and pours herself a glass, swishing the wine in the glass to get a sniff of the scent.

“Mmm, let’s see how you taste.” After a sniff and sip, Sully is satisfied with her choice of wine for the night. “Mmm, that was good.” With that, our sweet pea sets the glass down to get herself changed into something more comfortable, a t-shirt and some shorts seem to be the mood for tonight.

Another day spent, another night alone.

Sullyoon sighs, first picking up the glass of wine and taking another sip, then the bottle itself as she moves to her couch. Placing the bottle on a coffee table in front of the couch and having a TV playing the News on the other side. “What else is happening in this sad world.” Sullyoon questions as she sits and sips on her wine.

“In today’s news, forest fires continue…” Despite the constant noise from the TV, Sullyoon really can't catch onto any words being said, her focus instead on the bottle of wine on her hands.

As alcohol enters her body, her mind starts to become blurry.

~~~~~

“WORTHLESS!”

“But…”

“But what?! You’re ruining our reputation with these worthless grades!”

*SMACK*

And like that, a young Seol Yoon-A, being slapped by her father. A young Yoon-A is not up to par to her parent’s expectations, they wouldn’t accept their daughter making “satisfactory” grades. Seol Yoon comes from a high-class family, always pushing for nothing other than perfection.

That is what her life is created from, perfection.

“I tried my best appa!” A tearful Yoon-A collapsed on the floor, holding her cheek, looking up to her father. “Your best isn’t enough; I can’t believe I call you, my child.” Her mother now speaks up after seeing the transcripts with all the end of semester grades. “Eomma?!” Her didn’t even bother to look Yoon-A in the eye.

“Why can’t you be like your sister.” Her mother has to say while dropping the paper in front of Yoon-A, while the child just sat there on the floor, crying and not being able to say a word.

“Your sister is so perfect.”

“Why can’t you be more like Min-A?”

The speechless Yoon-A stays on the floor, the tears start falling on the paper on the floor in front of her. Being scolded by her parents is normal, happening way too often, being compared to her older, more successful sister.

Nothing in a young childhood hurts more than being essentially disowned by her own parents.

~~~~~

A little more than 2/3s of the wine is gone, all being consumed by the now named Sullyoon. “Why did I have to be born into this family?” Sully questions a picture frame of her and her family, mother, father and older sister. “Why did you have to be so perfect.” Picking up the picture frame with a little bit more aggression.

“WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RUIN MY LIFE?!” Throwing the picture frame in a fit of a somewhat drunken rage, the glass in the frame shatters everywhere, with the frame landing facedown on the floor. With realization hitting her shortly after, sighing and walking to washroom to grab the broom and dustpan.

“I always had to clean up all the mess…”

The sounds of glass scraping along the floorboards fight for sound dominance with the TV playing in the background. All shards of glass had been swept up, being safe to walk around the floor again, Sully picks up the frame and remaining glass on the frame is cracked all around the photo except of course, no cracks or shards being around the perfect sister Min-A.

“Screw you.” Sullyoon says with a frown before perfectly throwing the frame into a nearby trash can, followed by the dumping of the glass shards. “I should’ve thrown you out years ago.” Kicking the garbage can like a little kid trying to get back at her bully.

“Why must you need to be in my life?”

As a child Sullyoon… Yoon-A’s parents were strict to say the least, harsh? No, more like demanding, expecting you to meet the same standards that her older sister has set so early in her life.

Min-A always a perfect child, honour roll every year, perfect As every year, and nowadays she’s busy directing an entertainment company, which oddly enough Sullyoon works for. A way you can say for her older sister to keep an eye on her.

3 years ago, Yoon-A’s parents died in a tragic car accident. It would be rude for her to think that they deserved it, but then… Her parents weren’t that considerate to her as well.

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“Yoon-A!” Min-A, calling out for her younger sister through the door.

*Bang*

“I told you, that’s not my name anymore!” A newly named Sullyoon yells, while opening the door. “Right… Sullyoon… We have a funeral to attend.” The younger sister rolls her eyes and walks away from the door, leaving it open for the elder to walk in. “I’m not attending it.”

“I know how you feel about them, but they lo-” A sudden slam on a nearby table startles the elder, cutting her off. “If they loved me, why did they want me to be you so badly?” Sullyoon says quietly, Min-A not being able to respond.

“They only loved you. I was a disappointment.” Sullyoon looks in the direction of the window, looking into the sky seeing a couple birds fly by. “A family is supposed to support each other… That’s not our… Your family.” Min-A remained speechless; she knew how her parents treated her younger sister but never got in between them whenever Sullyoon was being scolded.

“If you were my sister… You would have defended me.” Sully turned and walked away from the table and stopped in front of Min-A. “Why couldn’t you be there for me?”

Min-A couldn’t say a word and that’s all that Sullyoon needed to confirm with herself that she can finally be let go of her parent’s grips. "Their eyes were never on me; I never had a place in their heart. They only needed you, their one and only golden child." Sullyoon walked to the door and opened it.

“You can leave, I’m not coming.”

“Yoon-A…”

“I’m not Yoon-A anymore!”

Min-A slowly walks over to the door, hesitating before actually leaving. No tears being shed, Sully can tell that her older sister as holding back from breaking down in front of her. “If you need anything… You can call me…”

Min-A walks out of the apartment, with a loud slam following from behind shortly after. And it was there when she broke, Min-A dropped her bag on the ground, crouching down, grabbing her knees as the tears starts coming out. “I’m sorry…”

On the other side of that door, Sullyoon is in the same position. Even with all the resentment and anger she has for her sister; she still loves her.

“I had to…”

~~~~~

Some months later…

“Hey, I had fun last night.” Sullyoon says smiling while she wakes up on a random morning, to a man getting dressed. “Yeah, yeah, it was fun.” This man says while adjusting his belt around his waist. “We should, maybe go out again?” Sully mentions with a smile, but notices discomfort in his look while picking a t shirt off the ground.

“I guess it was just for the night then.” Sullyoon’s demeanor drastically changed. “Uh-Um…”

“I bet you don’t even remember my name.” Sullyoon changes position from looking at the male to just staring at the ceiling. The male didn’t reply, just proceeded to put his shirt back on.

“Thank you for letting me stay for the night.” The male said quietly while opening the door before leaving.

“Yeah… You’re welcome, Eun-Seok.”

The male froze, hesitated really to leave. “Sorry…” Is all that he can mutter before seeing himself out of Sullyoon’s apartment without a fuss.

The sounds of the front door closing echoes throughout the now quiet apartment.

The events of last night and now are stuck in Sullyoon’s head, the thoughts of her parents are flooding her mind. The yells of being useless, not worth anything at all, to anyone. “Were they right?” Sullyoon holds in her tears, although futile, trying to keep herself composed but failing.

Sullyoon for the rest of the day was dead, depressed, down.

Sullyoon’s days just went like this, becoming a routine, becoming normal.

And that’s what it all became.

Every now and then Sullyoon would meet men from apps or just run in at bars, all with the same result. At night they’re having the time of their life, in the morning it’s like the she wasn’t just with a drunken partner.

By morning they’re already gone.

By morning Sullyoon is already sipping her coffee.

By morning, she’s already smiling perfectly at work.

~~~~~

Present Day… 6:14 AM

Empty bottle laying on its side, empty wine glass on the table. The sunlight peers through the blinds and shines onto the bottle reflecting it right on Sullyoon’s face, waking her up. The daily news is still playing in the background as the TV was left on all night, Sully gets up from laying down into a seated position trying to scope out what happened last night.

Used tissues all over the place, seeing the bottle has fallen over and is empty, the used wine glass on the table, surprisingly still on a coaster.

“Damn… I guess I had too much to drink.”

Sullyoon is accustomed to seeing this in the morning.

Drunken nights, mild hangover mornings.

It was a getaway from life Sullyoon yearns for, a world where her parents aren’t ashamed of her, where she’s not being compared to her sister, a place where she is wanted.

Oh, to be wanted.

Being wanted, something that everyone in the world wants. To have a partner, to have a friend, to have a family. Sully lacked all of these, reasons why she’s being led to an alcohol dependent life, reasons why she’s so happy in her workplace, being loved for her work, being wanted for her efforts.

But it can only get you so far.

“Time to clean up I guess.”

A groggy Sullyoon slowly gets off the couch to start cleaning up the apartment, getting rid of the tissues, picking up the bottle off the floor, cleaning the slightly stained wine glass. The apartment becoming spotless, cleaned from top to bottom as if Sully didn’t get drunk and cried her eyes out all night.

The morning routine goes as normal.

Sully bringing herself to the washroom, got to make herself look presentable for the incoming day, facial cleanser, moisturizing foam, a whole routine to make herself feel pretty, to be noticed outside.

For the false feeling of being wanted.

After a full shower and hour or so doing skincare, Sullyoon finally got to her makeup kits.

“Remember, you’re a great woman. You have a life and career; any other person would be proud of you.”

Trying to keep her moral up, making her feel the best that can feel, trying to forget everything in her childhood.

But somewhere in the back of her head.

She can hear the voices of her parents.

“Useless.”

Sullyoon slows her hand down and lowering the makeup brush. “No.”

“You’re nothing.”

“No!”

Sullyoon suddenly start tearing up, she looks into the mirror and looks at her reflection.

“PATHETIC.”

“NO!”

Throwing the brush at the mirror, Sully couldn’t bare to look at herself like this. The brush just bounces off the mirror and falls onto the counter. The impact of the brush brings Sullyoon to her senses and looks around. “They’re not even around…” Finding herself dumbfounded by hearing the voices in her head while no one would be around herself.

A deep sigh and picking up the thrown brush from the counter.

“Get yourself together… It’s not real.”

Sullyoon gets herself composed, cleaning her face up and covering up the parts of her makeup ruined by tears.

All dressed up in her suit and skirt, Sully gathers her belongings and packs up in a bag, slipping on her shoes and getting her car keys out.

Before leaving the apartment, she looks at herself on a mirror hung on the back of the front door of the apartment. Standing there professionally, arms straight and holding a bag by the handle with bother her hands, suit is wrinkle free, everything of her appearance looked perfect.

“Just another day.”

And with that Sullyoon begins another cycle to repeat, once again. ---------------------

A/N: This is my take on what a modern day depression story is in this day and age.

#nmixx #sullyoon #seol yoona #au #kpop fanfic

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arc-misadventures · 1 year

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Three Questions

Ruby: Jaune, remember we only have three questions to ask the lamp.

Jaune: Yep.

Ruby: And, those three questions are?

Jaune: What is, Ozpin hiding from us, here are the other maidens, and a spare question in case we need to ask about something else.

Ruby: Good, now ask the magic lamp the questions!

Jaune: Okay!

Jaune: …

Jaune: How do I ask her?

Ruby: Oh! First you have to say its name. Then you ask it the questions.

Jaune: And, it’s name is…?

Ruby: Oh! It’s, Pyrrha!

Jaune: Pyrrha? Hmm… That’s a pretty name. Okay… Come on out, Pyrrha!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Sounds like I’m calling my dog out; are you sure this is… WHAT THE HELL?!!

Pyrrha: Hello~! My name is, Pyrrha. I am the Relic of Wisdom. I know everything that has ever happened in this world, even to the most minute of details. You may only ask me three questions. After you have asked these three questions, you cannot ask me another question for on hundred years. So… What is your first question~?

Jaune: …

Ruby: Whoa, she’s pretty…

Jaune: …

Ruby: Jaune?

Jaune: …

Ruby: Jaune, the questions?

Jaune: …

Ruby: Jaune! The…?!

Jaune: Willyoumarryme!

Ruby: WHAT?!

Pyrrha: Oh my~!

Ruby: Jaune, why did you ask that?!

Jaune: I don’t know it was the first thing that came to mind! I saw her, I looked into her eyes, and I just thought, ‘I need this woman in my life.’ Okay?!

Ruby: You literally just met her! You don’t know anything about her, she doesn’t know anything about you!

Pyrrha: That’s not true.

Ruby: What?

Pyrrha: I am the, Relic of Knowledge; I know everything about, Luna Jaune Arc~!

Ruby: Wait, your first name is, Luna?!

Jaune: I… I never liked being called, Luna. I prefer, Jaune.

Pyrrha: He lost his first tooth when his sister hir him with a bat. Ahh~! He freaked out so much, he thought his sister knocked out a part of his skull.

Jaune: Technically true; teeth grow out from your skull!

Pyrrha: His favourite memory was winning his prized, Pumpkin Pete’s hoodie. Which I’m totally going to steal from him~!

Jaune: I knew it! She wants to marry me for my hoodie!

Pyrrha: But, won’t you give your darling wife your hoodie to keep me warm while you’re away~?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Fine you may have my hoodie…

Pyrrha: Yay~!

Ruby: Wait! You’re agreeing to his proposal?!

Pyrrha: Why not?

Ruby: Because you’re a mystical relic lady thing, and, Jaune’s… Jaune…?

Jaune: Hey!

Pyrrha: I know, but I already know everything about him, and I love everything about him. He caring, courageous, kind, and is willing to put his life on the line for others. Most important of all, he can surprise me. I knew based upon his preferences that he would probably be attracted to me, but to suddenly ask me to marry him… Well, A woman such as I couldn’t possibly say no to such a heartfelt request~!

Jaune: Wait… If you know what my preferences are, does that mean you also know what I’m in to…?

Pyrrha: Yes, and I’m looking forward to experiencing those fantasies of yours~!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Awesome…

Ruby: Ahh! Jaune! You just asked her another question! We needed that!

Pyrrha: No he didn’t.

Jaune: I didn’t?

Ruby: But, he asked if you knew what he was into; That’s asking a question.

Pyrrha: But, I’m his wife, he can ask me anything he wants, and I will tell him. There will be no secrets between us, we are husband, and wife after all~!

Jaune: Just how I want it to be!

Ruby: So… Jaune asking you to marry him doesn’t count as part of the three questions rule thing?

Pyrrha: Mmm… No.

Ruby: Oh… Okay…? So, uhh… Can you answer our questions then?

Pyrrha: Of course.

Ruby: Great! First question: Wha…?!

Pyrrha: Ahh-ah-ah! Not so fast now.

Ruby: What’s wrong?

Pyrrha: Before I answer any of your questions, Jaune, and I first need to do something…

Jaune: And, that is?

Pyrrha: Consummate our marriage~!

Ruby: WHAT?!

Jaune: Oh… So uhh… H-How do you want to do it then, my genie~?

Pyrrha: Oh, I have a few ideas~! But, first, Ms. Rose. I’ll let you know when you can ask your questions. Till then… Bye~!

Ruby: No wait!

Yang: Ruby, you’re back!

Blake: What did it say?

Weiss: Wait… Where’s, Jaune?

Nora: Yeah! Where’s, Jaune?! Tell me, or, I’ll break your legs!

Ren: Nora, calm down, I’m sure he’s okay, he’s still in the relic?

Ruby: Yeah…

Oscar: Why would he still be in there?

Ruby: I’m gonna be blunt with you guys… Jaune said, Pyrrha’s name, and she appeared before us!

Weiss: She?

Ruby: The spirit of the relic is female, and her name is, Pyrrha.

Weiss: Oh, I thought it was some sort of password.

Ren: Me too.

Ruby: Anyway, Pyrrha appeared before us, and, Jaune… Jaune asked her to marry her… And, she said, yes…

WBYNPR: …

WBYNPR: HE DID WHAT?!

Ruby: They kicked me out so they could… consummate the marriage…

WBYPR: They’re doing what?!

Nora: Whoo! Get some fearless leader!

Ruby: Yeah… I… I have no idea what’s going on anymore…

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #ruby rose #lie ren #oscar pine #jaune x pyrrha #pyrrha x jaune #rwby arkos

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hrefna-the-raven · 4 months

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Hot as Hades

Misc. Masterlist - Masterlist

Chapter 1

Words: 1939

Summary: the fate of yours and Hades' is bound but the Fates advise caution while Aphrodite is meddling in the Lord of the dead's affairs

Chapter 2 - Prophecy

Hades rushed down the steps, seething with anger towards Pain and Panic for neglecting to inform him of the Fates' arrival. The most important inhabitants of the underworld, aside from himself of course, were waiting for him and his good for nothing imps were too busy with hell knows what to even tell him. They had one task, just one damned task. Hades pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath before swinging open the doors.

"Ladies. Hah. I am so sorry that I'm...", he began, attempting to apologise, but the Fates cut him off.

"Late", they finished in unison.

"We knew you would be", Lachesis chuckled.

"We know everything", Clotho proudly stated.

"Past."

"Present."

"And future", Atropos added, nudging Pain, "indoor plumbing. It's gonna be big."

"Right, anyway ladies, I was at this picnic kinda thing and I lost all track and wanted to ask abou-", Hades tried to explain, only to be interrupted once again by the Fates.

"We know!"

His hair momentarily flared up in a deep red before returning to its usual blue flames as he took a series of deep breaths, attempting to regain his composure. He knew that losing his temper in front of the Fates would be counterproductive, despite how frustrating they could be to deal with. However, Aphrodite's words continued to swirl in his mind, leaving him wondering if there was any truth behind her teasing remark.

"I KNOW, you know. Anyway, Aphrodite... Ms. Lovey Dovey, Ms. "Hey I always know when someone's in love", now she has told-"

"About the mortal being in love with you. WE KNOW!", the Fates interrupted him yet again.

Hades couldn't help but slam his hand against his face in exasperation, a painful reminder to himself to maintain his calm and charm.

"I KNOW YOU KNOW! I got it, I got the concept!", he clenched his teeth, forcefully contorting the twitching corners of his mouth into a distorted smile, "so let me just ask. Is Aphrodite telling the truth about that mortal? Will she love me back? What do you think?"

Clotho released a sorrowful sigh, parting her lips, but before any words could escape, Lachesis seized the edge of her robe and swiftly turned her around.

"We're not supposed to reveal the future!", she reminded her sister, fixing a stern gaze upon her, despite the absence of an eyeball.

It didn't go unnoticed by Hades that a disagreement was brewing between the Fates. He found himself in the perfect position to extract information from them, all it would take was a touch of his usual charm and he would attain his answers.

"Ladies ladies", his voice was smooth and alluring, "time out, please. Can I ask you a question by the way? Did you cut your hair or something? You look fabulous, like a fate worse than death."

His slender fingers gently touched a strain of her hair, which popped out and wound its way along his arm like a poisonous snake, ready to strike. Hades' expression briefly contorted into disgust before he regained his composure and tucked the hair back into its rightful place. Clotho couldn't contain her giggles, resembling an infatuated teenager, prompting Lachesis to nudge her in the side, causing their shared eye to pop out and roll towards Hades. He swiftly retrieved it, plucking a hair from it before gently taking hold of Lachesis' hand and placing the eyeball on her palm.

"Ladies, please", he purred with a seductive voice, "my fate is in your lovely hands."

Lachesis and Clotho looked at each other, sighs of awe leaving their lips.

"Alright", Atropos grumbled, taking hold of the eye and letting it hover among the other Fates before transforming it into a radiant dark blue sphere.

"In 18 nights precisely, the hearts will align ever so nicely. The time to act will be at hand, free your aching heart, bodies to bend."

"Mmm-hmm. Good, good", Hades chuckled, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he attempted to push sudden thoughts of your naked form out of his mind.

"The once lonely receives all and her heart be yours to call!"

His heart skipped a beat. After eons of torment from his lonely, aching heart, trapped in the desolation of the demanding underworld, he caught a glimpse of a flickering light—a small flame ignited by a glimmer of hope deep within him.

"But a word of caution to this tale", the Fates' tone darkened.

And there it was, the usual punch in the face, the cruel reality swirling around him, teasing him with the notion that all the beauty and happiness in the world was meant for every god except himself.

"Excuse me?", Hades spoke, his voice cracking with sorrow.

"Should Zeus deny, love will fail.", the Fates cackled before disappearing.

The Lord of the Underworld screamed, his furious roar echoing through the realms of darkness like a wave of scorching flames from the depths of hell, threatening to consume and obliterate everything in its path. His fists pounded against the table in the chamber before he hurled it against the wall, the stone shattering into countless fragments as the sound of his frantic breath filled the room, while Panic and Pain slipped away silently, hoping to avoid being maimed.

You finished work, helping your boss cleaning up before you headed home. Daily life had become more bearable since that night with Hades. With a joyful tune on your lips, you happily skipped through the streets towards your humble abode. As you collapsed onto your bed, a gentle sigh escaped your mouth, your mind filled with thoughts of when it would be fitting to reach out to the god once again. You yearned for his presence and the ache you felt in your belly while laughing at his silly puns.

"Thinking about the Lord of the Gloomy and Grumpy?", someone chuckled.

You jumped up from your bed and turned towards the voice, its origin being the most beautiful woman you've ever laid eyes on.

"Are-are-are you?", you stammered as every muscle on your body tensed.

"Aphrodite, goddess of love and desperately needed in this household", she smiled warmly at you.

"Do you?", your hands waved around, unsure what or how to ask.

"Know about the blooming love between you and the Lord of the dead? Of course my dear and I dare say that I wasn't even involved in all this. He fell for you loooong ago on his own. Whoops!", the goddess threw her hands up and laughed, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "shouldn't have said that."

You blinked in disbelief at the goddess' statement. Could it be that Hades felt the same way? That you actually charmed a god? Capturing his immortal heart even before you met him? It felt surreal, your head was spinning at the speed of light, different thoughts pestering your mind while a thousand questions whirled around demanding answers and all while your heart seemed to beat so fast that it almost felt painful.

"Poor little mortal", with an air of amusement, she paced around you, her voice dripping with curiosity, "but I'm not surprised, Hades is one of kind, thankfully, I think everyone on Olympus would scream if there were more like him."

"What will happen now?", you hesitantly asked.

"You two are linked by fate, my sweet little mortal", the godess whispered in your ear, "but only the Fates can tell what fate was, will be or will become."

A surge of emotions swirled within you - excitement, anticipation and a tinge of fear. Your lips parted to pose more questions but Aphrodite had already vanished, leaving only a faint trace of her delicate fragrance behind. It felt as though you were running in circles, every new piece of information throwing you back to the exact same spot you had started from. Unable to find solace in this confusion, you resolved to seek answers from the only god you felt comfortable talking to, so, the next day after work, you made your way back to the shrine in the forest.

Unbeknownst to you, Hades had been expecting your arrival, his piercing eyes watching you from the underworld. He paced around in the throne room, cursing at Aphrodite's involvement. The revelations from the Fates had deeply unsettled him, he now also had the goddess of love meddling in his affairs, as if his situation wouldn't have been bad enough. He didn't know of what exactly and how he had to convince his brother to prevent a tragedy from happening, but he was determined to find a solution in due course. He possessed a certain resourcefulness and would not allow his brother to ruin his life any further. But that would be for another day, one absurdity at the time. For now, he had to devise a plan to counter any inquiries about his...what did mortals call them again? Ah, yes, feelings. He intended to conceal his emotions for as long as possible.

As he frantically sought a solution, his train of thought was interrupted by the faint whispers of your prayer. A defeated sigh escaped his lips, and he materialised beside you.

"You heard that sound? It was the sound of your little prayer fluttering all the way down into my realm and babe, you wished for it and baboom, here I am", he exclaimed, a smug grin hiding his nervousness, wiggling his eyebrows.

"So", you mumbled, avoiding his gaze while nervously shuffling your feet on the ground, "Aphrodite..."

"Yeeeeah I know I know", Hades said, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes darted between you and the ground.

"Is it...?", the question lingered unspoken for a moment.

"True? I would guess so", he sighed.

"So what...uhm...now?"

"We dance, we kiss, we schmooze, we carry on, we go home happy. If you want to of course, unlike my dear brother, Mr. High and Mighty, I'd actually prefer if we were on the same page for those kinda things."

You chuckled at that, feeling your heart flutter at the prospect of a date with the Lord of the dead.

As you locked eyes with him, you noticed a flicker of vulnerability hidden behind his typically stoic expression - a mix of affection and apprehension. It occurred to you for the first time that even a god like Hades might be plagued by insecurities. After all, living under the weight of a notorious reputation for eternity, while the other gods lived their best life on Olympus, didn't leave much room for love. Perhaps he had even given up on it altogether, until you wiggled your way into his immortal existence. He grasped your hands, intertwining them and raising them towards his lips, where he planted a gentle kiss. The sensation elicited a soft sigh from you, his unnaturally warm lips against your skin sending a delightful, tingling feeling throughout your body. A blush crept up to your cheeks as your gaze remained fixated on his thumb, softly caressing your flesh.

"The full-time job my brother so charitably bestowed upon me is waiting. I'd really love to stay but I can't. I'll pick you up tomorrow night for a proper date. Be here at sunset."

With those words, he vanished, leaving behind a faint trace of smoke. A real date with a real god...tomorrow...you internally screamed of joy, trying to keep a stoic expression, just in case he'd be watching. You strolled back home, thoughts racing around what he could possibly come up with for tomorrow evening and what a mere mortal like you could wear to impress the Lord of the dead.

Chapter 3

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morallyinept · 3 months

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A full transcribe of MAX LORD'S dialogue/lines from the film WONDER WOMAN 1984

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Welcome to the future. Life is good, but it can be better. And why shouldn’t it be? Everything we’ve ever dreamed about is right at our fingertips. But are you reaping the rewards? Do you… have it all?

Welcome to Black Gold Cooperative. The first oil company run for the people, by the people. Think about finally having everything you’ve always wished for.

For a low monthly fee, you can own a piece of the most lucrative industry in the world. And every time we strike gold, you strike gold.

No matter who you are, no matter what you do, you deserve to have it all. Do you have everything you’ve ever wanted? Aren’t you tired of always wishing you had more? Join me today. Operators are standing by. You don’t need a pile of money or some business degree to get started. You don’t even have to work hard for it.

At Black Gold Cooperative, all you need is to want it.

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A pleasure, Ms. Minerva.

No.

Life is good, but it can be better!

“The oil guy,” I’ll take it.

Well, what can I say, doctor. Your reputation precedes you. And apparently we share a passion for gemology.

What?

I'm right here! Haha!

Life is good, but it can be better. Hahaha!

Well, I have a great relationship with Sears. I can get you a brand-new TV by the end of the day. Nineteen inches. No strings attached.

Okay.

It's going to be an amazing party. I hope you have something nice to wear.

I agree. Except, I like to party.

You like Latin dancing?

Really? No, I doubt that you’re a terrible dancer, the shape that you're in.

You know, I really should be going. Thank you for the tour. I will have to see you tonight.

Thank you, John.

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Ladies. Not now, Raquel. My supplements?

How? How! Yes, clearly. Alistair.

It's not done yet, buddy. But it doesn't matter. You just have to be patient. I told you the pool, the helicopter, you’ll have it all. But remember, Rome wasn’t built in a day, was it? No.

Well, it takes time to become a great, great, number-one man like your dad is going to be.

Simon. These offices aren’t ready for guests yet.

Alistair, go wait with Raquel.

Simon. I know it's hard to see right now, but we are finally at the edge of turning this thing around.

No! I have a big… there’s something in the works. And it’s no scheme. Simon, we have millions of acres of potentially oil-rich land.

I am not a con man! I'm a television personality. And a respected businessman with a plan. With… with… a great plan.

You’re going to regret this.

Simon, wait. Simon.

I am not a loser! He’s a loser. And don’t you ever believe a word that man said, he’s a liar and he’s wrong. And he will rue the day he walked away from me. And you. And you are going to be so proud to be my son. You’ll see. Everyone will.

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Dr. Minerva. You look breathtaking.

Mmm.

Biotin. You should try it. Makes you glow like a teenager. Reverses the clock. Never accept limitations of nature.

Especially not a beautiful woman like you.

God, it’s so loud in here.

Can we go somewhere? Just me and you?

Hmm… your office?

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Oh, wow! Look at all this stuff. It’s so… It’s so beautiful. Like you. What is that?

Wow.

Let me help you. Max is here. No need to be stumped ever again. I have a dear friend in Roman antiquities. Could give it a look, if you like? It is Latin, isn’t it?

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“One great wish.” I’ve been waiting. I wish to be you, the dream stone itself.

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Thank you, Belinda.

I’ll have your money, Simon. Today I’m here for an apology.

I’m sorry. I messed up. I messed up. I lied. And I'm sorry. You know the truth is, I knew we were going to sink a long time ago, the wells were coming up dry. And no data suggested that was going to change. I should have folded then. But all the people that bought in, that believed in me... I wanted to do right.

Simon, don’t you understand that I wished for better? That with every ounce of my being, I wished that Black Gold would change the world for all of us. And I know you wished that too.

Then your wish is granted. And in return I’ll take all of your shares… and full control of Black Gold after you are somehow magically removed from my path… forever.

Ow.

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My word. Are we in danger?

Raquel? Raquel?!

Raquel?

Which ones?

I'll get you help. Tell me again. You wish you had more help?

Emerson. Yes, you’re hired too!

I’ll take it in my office. And bring me my vitamins.

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To meet a peer.

On my journey to self-fulfilment, I lucked into a secret. The secret of the wish. So I wished for it. Or someone wished for it for me. Tell me what you wish for, your highness. And I will show you how it works.

Like what?

You wish for that?

Your wish is granted. And in return I will take your oil.

Then I will take your security team and leave you here with nothing to defend yourself against the wrath you will most certainly face.

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You’re looking at it.

Whoa!

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So who’s the next closest person with oil?

Like I want any of these people in the club anyway. Can’t we tell them they’re not invited?

Oh, the FCC. The BBB, the FBD. It’s a conspiracy against my success. They’re jealous, that’s why. Who’s next?

Send in Mr Zhong, please. And buy Alistair a pony. No! A race car. Get him a race car. Get him a race car.

Alistair? Again? How many weekends do I have-

What? What? When? Tonight?

Let’s get to it, Lai. Tell me, what do you want? What do you wish for?

Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

And you need… what do you wish for?

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Consider the sex tape gone. And God darn it if I have to keep doing this one by one by one by one… How's your health? Forget that. But I will take your entire congregation and your time slot. Let me ask you, when they pray, is there any way I could get all of them to join hands with me and simply say "I wish" rather than "I pray?" Would that even work? I need to find a way to touch a lot of people at the same time.

Oh, God! This isn't working. Bring in someone new. And my son. You, beat it.

No! You don’t use your one wish like that, Alistair. You don't wish for something that you already have. You wish for greatness, for success. That’s why I’m doing all of this. Don’t you see that my greatness is your greatness? Huh?

Alistair! I’ve missed you, buddy! Come, sit down with daddy. I’m sorry. But your dad is on the absolute precipice of everything. Remember when I told you that I would be number one? Do you remember? Your dad? Well I’m inches away.

Huh? I know it's hard, I know. But listen, I also know what you wish for, and I wish for it, too. Do you hear that? I wish for it, too.

No. No!

Thank you. I love you so much and I promise you one day everything is going to make sense and one day you'll thank me. But right now I need you to stay here with Emerson. You stay here. I’ll be right back.

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You. You! Don’t you wish I had an audience with the President today?

Wait a minute? Have I asked for your wish before?

What is it with you aides and Porsches?

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You!

How’s traffic?

Don’t you wish it wasn’t? And that everywhere you went parted like the great Red Sea?

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Everything okay, Mr President?

Exactly that, Mr President. These hectic days, hectic times. And you.

You’re having some troubles?

Mmm.

It’s not money I’m offering. You… You are a man of faith and I have been very blessed lately. I want to share my blessing with you. The power of positive thinking. Now… tell me, Mr President. What do you need? And you’re not speaking to me here, but to the universe. What do you wish for?

A nice thought. And I grant you… ah, oh…oh my… And you’d know what I’d like? I would want all of your power, influence, authority. All the respect you command, and the command everyone must respect.

Ahahaha! I mean, what else is there? Now, tell your people I would appreciate absolutely no interference whatsoever. No taxes, no rule of law, no limits. Treat me like a foreign nation with absolute autonomy.

What’s this?

So what does that mean, you’re taking over everyone’s TV’s? How?

You said “touches”? As in the particles you are sending are touching everything?

I need immediate access to this satellite. And a chopper to get me there.

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Well, aren’t you resourceful?

No, I don't think so. Remove this woman, please. Permanently.

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Oh, how sweet, defending your love, huh? What do you wish for? Do you wanna be a real boy?

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Everyone stand down. Nobody hurts her.

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You made a wish too, huh? Ahahahaha. They’re a bitch, aren’t they? Make you pay a price, but I’ve never been one for rules. Luckily, I have a way to reverse it. The answer is always more.

But I, my dear, grant the wishes. So I take what I want in return. There’s nothing in this world someone doesn't have. I’ll rebuild my health wish by wish, organ by organ, if I have to. I'll be invincible. Tell me what do you want? I’m feeling generous.

I like the way you think. Go on.

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You heard we were coming, I presume.

How many broadcasting signals can I take over at once?

I’ll take all of them.

And I sure wish this works for me. Don’t you?

Lights, camera…

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Citizens of the world, allow me to introduce myself. I am Max Lord, and I'm here to change your life. All you have to do… is make a wish. Anything you want. Anything you dream of, you can have it. If you can dream it, you can achieve it, so just look into my eyes and make a wish. Anything you dream of, have it. Right now. Do you want to be rich? Do you want to be powerful? Say it out loud! Look around you! Make your wish! Take what's yours! Whatever you want, you can have it!

Wish for It. Anything you want.

Anything you dream of, have it.

Yes, I hear it, I hear you. Yes, say it. Say it out loud. That’s right, I wish. Take it! Take it! It’s all yours, it’s all yours for the taking! And I… I take your health, and your strength. Give her your rage, and your prowess. And I take your power. I take your life force. Yes. Yes! That's right! You're doing great.

It’s all yours. All you have to do is wish for it!

That's right. Just wish for it. It’s yours now. All you have to do is say it out loud. Make a wish. Any wish. Look into my eyes and everything you've been waiting for, it’s all yours.

You're too late.

Granted. Granted. Granted. Granted! Granted! Why not more, why not wish for more? We want what we want, just like you did. So make a wish. Very good.

Granted.

It's too late, Diana. They already heard me. Already wished. And those that haven’t yet… ahahaha! Oh, they will!

Granted. Granted. Granted. Poor Diana. Why be such a hero? You could have kept your pilot, and your powers. If only you'd joined me. Wanna reconsider? Hahahaha! I’m a forgiving man! Hahahah! You want him back? Just say the word. You can have it all! You just have to want it!

Why would I when it’s finally my turn? The world belongs to me! You can’t stop me, no-one can!

Stop! Cut the signal, stop!

Alistair! Alistair! Alistair!

Wait, my son. I can see my son! I have to save my son. Alistair. My… Alistair. I renounce my wish!

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Alistair! Alistair! Alistair!

Alistair! Alistair.

Oh, Alistair, Alistair. I'm so sorry, baby.

No. That is not why I'm back. No. I’ve been lying to you. I’m not a great guy. In fact, I’m a pretty messed up, loser guy. And I made terrible mistakes. But you… you don’t ever have to make a wish for me to love you. I’m here because I love you. I just… I just wish and pray that one day, I’ll be able to make you proud enough that you’ll be able to forgive me. And love me. Because I’m nothing to be proud of, Alistair.

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

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elly99 · 10 months

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To The Future

Contains swearing.

Noon on a Friday, a gentle rain outside, the splash of tires as cars drive by. An amalgamation of black and brown hair splayed on the sheets, hands interlocked, eyes fixed on the ceiling, skin caressed by the cool breeze.

"Would you time travel, Min?"

"Um, yeah? I guess?"

"Like, if it was the first time anyone had ever time traveled. Like, you were the first to ever do it, not knowing the consequences, just that it would work. Would you do it?"

"Well... when you put it that way, it sounds kinda scary. I don't think I would. Would you?"

"I definitely wouldn't, no. I've always thought that even if one day humanity does find a way to travel in time, we just shouldn't do it. There's no way of knowing what would happen."

"But what if we did know what would happen and it was safe?"

"Seems unlikely."

"Ok, Ms. physics major. But what if you just don't know what we will eventually know, huh?"

The girl takes her eyes off the ceiling and looks over at the other.

"Well, if I know anything, it's that I love you," she says, kissing her girlfriend's cheek. The latter smiles, too shy to make eye contact just yet. Instead she squeezes her hand a little harder.

"I love you, too, my nerd."

"Who are you talking to up there, babe? I'm right here," her gaze implores the other to turn.

A soft, "Hi," is all Minji can manage when she eventually does turn to meet the girl's eyes.

"Hi, sweetie," she replies with a victorious smile. "Why are you being so shy? It's adorable."

"It's just... you're so..." She looks up, taking shelter once again in the dimly lit ceiling.

"I'm...?"

"Beautiful. I get a little lost in your eyes."

"Why don't you say it to my face so I can get lost in yours, too?"

Minji glances over once again. When their eyes meet she bursts out giggling and quickly buries her face in her girlfriend's shoulder.

"Fuck it. I can't do this." They both continue laughing.

"You're like a cute little puppy, Min," she says while patting the other's head. "I love you."

There is no reply. Only a soft kiss under the chin.

"Ok, so you wouldn't time travel if you were the first to do it. But let's say you could and it was proven safe. Where would you go? Or when, I should say."

"Like, I could go anywhere? Or I could only experience it through my perspective?"

"Yeah, let's say it's just from your perspective. Would you go to your past or future?"

"Hmm. I don't think I would go to the future. Knowing what would happen... I think it would make me change the way I live now and I don't really want that."

"So you'd relive something in the past?"

"Maybe, yeah. How long could I stay, though?"

"Mmm, let's be flexible. Enough to relive an 'experience'. Whatever that might be."

"Then I would go back to the day that you said 'I love you' for the first time."

"Oh, why? Do I not say it the same way anymore? Are you sick of me? Are you breaking up with me?" she pouts, asking mockingly.

"Shut up, bro. No. It's just cuz you said it first and it made me so happy. More than happy."

She takes time to think. There didn't seem to be any adequate words.

"Elated? Like, I felt so free. So relieved. It was the ultimate reassurance that you felt the same way. And that I belonged with you. It felt like home, where I always want to be." She squeals at her own words.

"You're such a sweetheart, Min."

"No, you are! I even remember how you looked when you said it. You were kinda shocked."

"Yeah, I was. I was scared I said it too early."

"You looked so cute. I couldn't help but kiss you."

"And that was our first kiss."

"It was."

They both turn to look at each other, smiling knowingly.

"Yeah, I would relive that moment, too. If there was only one moment I could ever relive, it would be that one. I say 'I love you' first and you kiss me first. We make a good team."

"Lucky we're dating, then."

"Literally. I got so lucky with you, Min." Now it's her turn to look up. Silence dominates the room for a few seconds. "You're absolutely incredible. Everything about you. Everything you do. I'm just some girl..."

"Oh, fuck off. What are you talking about, babe?" She grips the girl's hands tight in mock anger. "You're not just 'some girl'. You're my best friend. My everything. You're perfect for me. We're both lucky to have found each other. Who says you're not absolutely amazing yourself?"

"Like, the whole world if they found out about us."

"Well, they wouldn't know you like I do. If they got to know you, they would see just how amazing you are. And if not, that's not my problem. Nor should it be yours." Minji shifts to lie down on top of her girlfriend. "I love you, baby. You're perfect." The way her smile shone made it seem like it hadn't been raining all morning. Nothing could have been more reassuring.

"I love you, too, cutie. Thank you for loving me so well." The girl pulls Minji down towards her for their first proper kiss of the day. An amalgamation of black and brown hair splayed on the sheets, hands wrapping around, eyes closed, skin caressed by the warmth of the other.

"Woah, are you trying to wife me up or something, bro?"

"Maybe," the girl says with a wink.

"Is this you proposing?" Minji fakes a gasp.

"Nothing official yet."

"Were you planning on asking me eventually? When were you gonna ask?" she inquires after a small pause, her tone playful but subtly serious.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe whenever you decide to go public with us. I mean, I wouldn't want to get in the way of your career and stuff. You've got everything going for you right now. So whenever you're not as busy. But with the direction NewJeans is headed that may not be for some time. So I don't know. It was just a feeling, anyway. And we're still so young. So no serious plans. I just know I want you in my life. So yeah, in that sense I did kinda have a plan, but..."

"You're rambling, baby." She leans in to kiss the girl's neck. "You're really cute when you're flustered."

Now right next to her ear, Minji is able to just whisper.

"And don't worry, you're never in the way, my love. You're walking beside me and holding my hand. My life partner."

"You're right. I'll always be there to hold your hand," the other smiles contentedly. "Well, what about you? When were you planning to ask me, huh?"

"Mmmmm, 지금?" Minji replies with a smirk.

"Oh, fuck you! You can't do me like that, Min!" The girl has both hands over her face, laughing and blushing uncontrollably.

"Will you be my wifey~?"

"Oh my god! Why do I like the sound of that so much?" she asks through muffling fingers.

"Is that a 'yes'?"

Profuse nodding. And a loving smile in return.

"Yo, this is wild. How did we get here from time travel? What even made you think about it in the first place?" Minji asks, prying her lover's hands away from her face.

"Oh, that shirt Hanni gave you just popped into my head for some reason. The Back to the Future one."

"Holy shit, bro."

The bedroom resonates again with the sound of laughter.

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Ok so after MAG 80 and general spoilers from tumblr, here's a few of my thoughts on some of the fears:

The Corruption

ew ew ew ew

I hate it. I watched that one insect scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom and I'm forever horrified by masses upon masses of any insect or worm. It just makes my skin crawl.

(sorry Ms Prentiss, I have immense fear and respect for you)

The Lonely

Mmm delicious

Seems peaceful tbh

What do you mean you're worried about me? I'm not self isolating and depressed, I'm just becoming an avatar of the Lonely!

The Eye

Hmm

I never really understood the paranoia and the fear of constantly being watched but I guess if I was then I would.

I do understand the thirst for knowledge though

If I were to become a ghost, I'd spend my days listening to people's private conversations and finding out about their personal lives and drama

The Flesh

Oooh I kinda like this one

It does give me a visceral reaction though I hate the idea of raw meat so fucking much oh my god.

But the idea of us humans just being piles of meat? Oh yes. I've had many intrusive thoughts about that

I like it in a poetry kinda way cause I am actually so squeamish in real life it's what I told my dad when I told him I didn't want to be a doctor lol

The Slaughter

No.

The Hunt

Bro I have no stamina and also no motivation

I do have spite so maybe I would be a good avatar? Hmm

The Dark

Yeah I'm fucking terrified of this one.

Listen I have no motor skills, I can barely walk when it gets dark i am not equipped for this

Whenever I go upstairs in the evening, I sprint up so the demons can't get me

The Desolation

Ooh I do like this one

I like the idea that burning everything down

I also intimately adore and understand Tim Stoker and his Rage

The End

Yeah ok I'm kinda a fan of this one

I like the idea of ending things for other people

And things coming to an end for me

I think it would be cathartic

Calm even

Yeah I'd be a good end avatar

The Web

I'd be mad if I found out I was being manipulated by another person but if I found out a hot crazy lady was manipulating me? I'd be fine with that.

Not a fan of a huge number of spiders though (see the corruption one)

The Stranger

I didn't think it was that terrifying until like MAG 79 when the not Sasha was like I'm gonna wear your skin and it's gonna hurt

God damn I was traumatised.

I'd also absolutely despise being the one person who can tell someone is different I'd actually burn everything down and then myself

The Spiral

Michaels is just a harmless little guy

This is just what being genderqueer is like (I say as a genderqueer person)

Yeah I know madness.

That one statement about insomnia really stuck with me

I could be a great avatar of the spiral, my friend said that conversations with me are like trying to find your way out of a maze

What have I missed

The Buried

As hozier himself said, "Lay Me Gently In The Cold Dark Earth"

Nice.

I'd like to be compressed.

Oh wait I am kinda claustrophobic though.

The Vast

Similar to the lonely

I think it would be peaceful

I like to imagine sometimes that the world is just a 15km radius surrounded by an expanse of fog or trees

It's nice knowing I'm insignificant I guess. It means I only need to worry about myself.

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Entwined, Ch 8

Part 8 of a multipart series. Mai has been reborn in the modern age after a full life in the Sengoku. The warlords as spirit animals find her again after 500 years of searching for her soul. Approx. 2800 words.

Part 1

Previous: Part 7

Mai swam to consciousness slowly, aware first of the feeling of motion. The subtle vibration in the soft leather seat. The press of the safety belt across her chest. The muted rumble of the engine and the tires on the road. Her eyes opened, blurry and blinking. Hills and grass sped by through the window to her right. The sun was high overhead in a blue sky filled with white, fluffy clouds.

“Awake, little mouse?” Mitsuhide’s hand was on hers, his thumb gently stroking her knuckles.

“Mmm. Yeah.” She smiled at him warmly for a moment, before she remembered what she’d overheard. Mai pulled her hand back, regretting it as soon as she lost his touch. She frowned. “Where are we?”

Mitsuhide chuckled. “Well, after you passed out, I thought you might need a break. So I took you along to visit a friend of mine at the coast.”

“I have work to do this afternoon. And errands. I can’t just take the afternoon to - to play with you.”

“Mmmm. I think you can. I checked that little notebook you keep in your bag. You planned to pick up beading and embroidery notions and work on a custom design for the emperor’s haori in the play, yes?”

Mai nodded.

“Unnecessary. The back won’t show in any of his scenes. So I’ve saved you some time, which means I get to spend it.” He raised an eyebrow. “Unless there is another objection?”

There was, of course. She knew now that he was in love with some girl from his past. And she knew it shouldn’t matter. Mitsuhide owed her nothing. They were co-workers. Maybe . . . maybe friends? But that didn’t give her the right to feel so - so jealous and hurt and . . . she took a deep breath, trying to organize her thoughts.

Mitsuhide looked at her with concern. “Mai?”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” She shook her head, letting the breath out slowly. “Look. Mitsuhide. I don’t . . . I don’t understand you. Why do you want to spend the day with me? How did you even know where to find me this morning?”

He laughed. “A master never reveals his secrets. But in this case I can tell you it was just luck. I saw you hurry off the train and just decided that I wanted to spend time with you today. Even if just as your assistant.”

“But why?” Why do you haunt me and tease me and look at me with those warm, sun-gold eyes when there is someone else you love? And why does it bother me so much?

“Ah.” He was silent for a time, looking out at the road with a thoughtful expression. “Would you believe me if I told you we were lovers in a past life and I’ve spent centuries trying to find you again, just to see your smile one more time?”

“Mitsuhide . . .” Mai sighed. “You're still teasing me.”

His laughter held a false note, but after a long moment he glanced over at her and his smile was as playful and mischievous as ever. “Is that what I do? Hmm. How naughty of me.”

She looked out the window, accepting that he wasn’t going to give her a serious answer. If she was honest with herself, Mai wasn’t sure what answer she wanted from him. What would she do if he said he wanted to date her? She would just tell him no again, because he was a client. At least . . . she told herself she would.

“Deep thoughts, little one? Do I trouble you so?”

“You are pretty troublesome,” she shot back.

He chuckled again, this time more naturally. “I suppose I am. So, are you feeling a little better? You had Ms. Higurashi and her fiance quite worried.”

“I am. I just - I don’t know. I’ve been having these weird thoughts pop into my head. Like something from a historical drama. Except I can’t figure out which one I’m remembering and -” Mai paused, suddenly realizing she must sound a little crazy. “I told you about it before, but it’s like, every time it happens I get these terrible pains in my head. It’s scary.” She paused, taking a shaky breath.

Mitsuhide reached over, taking her hand in his. His gentle grip was warm and unexpectedly reassuring. “It will be alright, little one. I promise.”

And as stupid as it was, him saying so made her feel better. As if Mitsuhide could do anything about whatever was going on in her head. But the way he said it, his certainty, made her relax as if he really could protect her. “Thanks.”

His touch lingered even after she thanked him. Mai expected him to pull his hand away but he didn’t and she didn’t want him to so she said nothing. It really wasn’t fair to like someone so much, she thought. Especially someone still pining for an old flame.

They pulled into a parking area close enough to the beach that Mai could smell the ocean on the breeze and hear the low thrum of the waves rolling in. The sound set her immediately at ease, relaxing a knot in her shoulders that she hadn’t even realized was there.

Mitsuhide looked across at her. “If you have any lingering protest, little mouse, now is the time to voice them. I can take you home if that is what you really want.” His thumb stroked the back of her hand.

“I -” She struggled with herself for a moment. It was absolutely not acceptable that he practically kidnapped her on this little venture, but she had planned to spend the day working on the haori for his play . . . “I suppose we can take the rest of the day. But just so you know, if you were anyone else, this would have some serious weirdo stalker vibes.”

He laughed. “I will take it as a compliment that you let me get away with it, then.” His smile faded as he regarded her. “I appreciate your trust.”

Mai nodded. She wasn’t sure how to respond. Mitsuhide was a dark window to her, reflecting back nothing. She felt unsure of his feelings for her, his intentions. He was a stranger. Inexplicable and mysterious. But her heart said to trust him, even if her head told her she was being foolish.

Mitsuhide reluctantly released her hand and got out of the car. “Come along little mouse.”

She got out and followed him as he walked through the handful of parked cars. It wasn’t a holiday or a weekend, and the weather was still cool so the beach was mostly empty. The only sound was the waves, which grew louder the closer they got, and the cry of seabirds wheeling overhead.

The sidewalk ended in a wooden staircase down to the sand. A breeze tugged at Mai’s loose braid and tossed Mitsuhide’s hair around his face. She couldn’t help but watch him from the corner of her eye, careful not to be caught staring. He was smiling in a relaxed way, his eyes soft at the corners as he looked out at the blue ocean. It was such a nice expression, Mai thought. It pulled at something in her chest and set an ache in her heart that made no sense to her.

“I don’t come to the coast very often,” he said quietly. She had to strain to hear him over the waves and the breeze. “I always forget how it makes me feel to see the horizon.”

Mai nodded. She always loved the beach. Her family took a special holiday to the sea at least once a year, growing up. And she made a point to go with her best friends too. Being here with Mitsuhide felt different though. There was that tug in the core of her, and under that a sense of deja vu. Her head began to ache in rhythm with her heartbeat.

Mitsuhide seemed to sense that she felt unwell. He took her arm gently and walked with her down the stairs and onto the sand. “It’s just a little further to the house.”

“So. Who is this friend of yours, anyway? Will they be alright with me showing up too?”

He grinned widely. “He won’t mind. That much I’m sure of.”

The house, it turned out, was more of a shop. Two stories, with a wide, covered porch. The front was decorated with a surfboard hanging above the door, and several swimsuits for men and women hung in the downstairs windows. Inside there were shelves with children’s water toys, buckets and forms for making sandcastles, and little colorful arm floats. Music played in the background, a low thrum of rock music heavy on the drums and bass guitar.

As soon as they walked in, a man came bounding down a staircase at the back, taking the steps two at a time. He had coppery skin and a shock of white hair worn to his shoulders. His arms were heavily tattooed with sleeves of fish and flowers, his hands were gloved, and he wore a gold band a little too short to be a proper necklace and a little too long to call it a choker. But what stood out more than anything was his eyes. Twin rubies lit with an inner fire. Bright and hot and full of some secret joy.

“Mitsuhide! You old snake!” The stranger grabbed his arm and shook it. “Long time no see.”

“Motonari.”

That was when those glinting rubies landed on her. For a moment, Mai couldn’t breathe. She felt as if something were around her neck. She heard the word savvy hissed in her ear and smelled sulfur and hot iron. And then it was gone, and there was just the shop and the two men smiling at her.

“Uh, hi! I’m Mai. It’s nice to-”

“Mai!” And before she could say another word, the stranger pulled her into a hug. “I wondered if I would be seeing you around ag- ahaha. So how are you? What brings you two to the beach today?”

Mitsuhide frowned slightly and pulled Mai closer to him, out of Motonari’s unexpected embrace. “She needed to take a day off, so I kidnapped her and brought her here.”

Motonari laughed, the sound a little manic. “That sounds about right. So what do I owe the pleasure?”

“First, of course, I need to get our lovely Mai some proper beach day clothes. And I had a little something I needed to discuss with you, if there’s time.”

He nodded. “For the lady, if I got it, she can have it. For the other,” he chewed at his lower lip. “We’ll see. I stay out of things now. You know that.”

Mitsuhide smiled as if this were the agreement he hoped for.

“You two can go talk. I - I really don’t need -” Mai started to protest, but Motonari cut her off.

“Ya got flowers in yer ears, girl? Ya heard the man. You need a bathing suit, a cover up. A sun dress. Something to sit on. A parasol. Don’t be shy.” He grinned, eyes flashing. “This bastard here’ll cover ya so don’t be shy.”

“I insist,” Mitsuhide nodded, shooing her toward the racks.

Mai went, only half reluctantly. She did need a new swimsuit for the summer, if nothing else. She was surprised to find that Motonari had a really nice collection. Burberry, Dior, Versace . . . not the kind of stuff she’d expected given the surf-shop vibe. But she wasn’t complaining. She picked five that looked like they might suit her, two cover-ups because you can’t just pick a swimsuit and not having a matching cover-up! And a sundress that was too cute to say no to.

They guys were standing off to one side, talking intently. Neither of them looked happy. Curious, she idled a little closer to see if she could innocently overhear.

“Ya can’t force it,” Motonari said, his raspy voice was low and unhappy.

“I’m not. She’s remembering on her own. I just didn’t expect that it would hurt her.” Mitsuhide’s smile was gone, his jaw tense, lips pressed to a thin line.

Motonari nodded. “Well yeah. What’d you expect? Ya think it’s painless to have a whole life tossed in on top of yer own? Poor girl.”

“I don’t know if it would be better to stay away or no. I want to be there for her when she -” Mitsuhide glanced up, a knowing look in his eye.

Caught, Mai, shifted from foot to foot. “Uhm. I was just wondering. Where the changing room is?”

“To yer left.” Motonari chuckled. He looked like he knew she’d been eavesdropping too.

Mai hurried off, feeling guilty for what she’d overheard, but curious too. They were talking about her. She knew it. But what did they mean? Remembering a whole life? It was like that stupid joke Mitsuhide made in the car. About her being a lover from a past life. Ridiculous.

She wasn’t sure if she believed in reincarnation any more than she believed in some kind of heaven - or hell for that matter. When people died, they were just gone. No one knew what, if anything, happened past that. It wasn’t that she disagreed with the ideas people had, just that she didn’t think anyone really knew. Much less Mitsuhide Akechi, teaser-in-chief. But he hadn’t looked like he was teasing Motonari. They both looked deadly serious.

Would it be so bad, she wondered, if it were true? She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

Mai put it out of her mind as she tried on the first swimsuit. It was a little more daring than she usually wore. Though it was a one-piece, the top and bottom were connected only by winding ribbons of fabric. The bottoms had a high thigh line and the top was two ruched triangles of fabric - just enough to make them ok for a public beach and not a stitch more.

She thought it looked pretty good on her. Almost like a toga turned swimsuit, with the white and gold accents. Mai checked herself out in the threeway mirror. She had never liked the way her butt looked in a swimsuit, but that wasn’t the suit’s fault.

“Are you planning to hide in there, Mai? Or are you going to show us what you picked?” Mitsuhide called from outside.

“Ya, give us a fashion show, girlie!”

Mai frowned at the curtain. “I haven’t picked anything yet! I’m just trying some on.”

“Then let us help you pick.” Mitsuhide laughed. “Come on. Don’t be shy.”

“I’m not shy,” she shot back, pulling the curtain open. She was, but she didn’t want Mitsuhide to be right. He acted like he knew everything about her and he didn’t. So if he thought she was shy, well . . . Mai stepped out, defiant in her swimwear.

The expression on Mitsuhide’s face was worth the discomfort she felt putting herself on display. His lips parted to let out a startled breath. His eyes were as wide as teacups. He made a little strangled sound from back in his throat, as if he wanted to say something but the words got all tangled up there.

Motonari whistled. “You got good instincts. That one’ll knock any man out. Makes a guy wonder if yer single?”

“If you’re asking, then yes. I -” Hideyoshi flashed into her mind for a moment. “Nothing serious.” Mai cleared her throat, feeling a touch guilty. She knew he wanted to be more than friends, but she wasn’t ready to take that step.

“If ya want to change that, I’m on the market.” Motonari shifted his stance slightly, and something about the way he stood emphasized his slim hip, the curve of his strong thighs. He had a certain, rough appeal to him.

“She has better taste than that.” Mitsuhide finally found his voice, though he sounded a bit breathless.

Mai grinned. Something about that flicker of jealousy made her feel happy. “So? Is this a good one?”

“I think something a little more . . . covering.” Mitsuhide gestured to a pink, frilly one piece that would cover her from the base of the neck to mid-thigh.

“Mmm, I don’t know,” Mai tugged at the criss-crossed ribbons on her abdomen. “You really don’t like this one?”

Mitsuhide took a breath, and that was when Mai noticed a tinge of red in his cheeks. “It’s . . . it’s very . . .”

She realized this was her chance to get him back for his earlier teasing. “Very?” Mai turned in a slow circle, trying to move like the models did at fashion shows. Graceful and sinuous, almost like a snake.

The red in his cheeks deepened. Instead of replying with words, he took her arm and hurried her back into the changing room. “Try something else,” he managed, his voice hoarse.

Motonari was laughing. “I’ll leave you two to figure it out.”

“I like this one.” Mai’s chin stuck out stubbornly. Just the fact that Mitsuhide did not want her to wear it made her want to.

“Little mouse -” He took a breath. “I cannot . . . I do not want . . .” Mitsuhide’s gaze was heavy with internal conflict, as if he were wrestling with his own thoughts on the matter. “I have no right to tell you what to wear,” he said after a pause. “But please. Please believe me when I say I do not want other men to look at you in - in this -” His gaze drifted down, moving slowly over her mostly exposed body.

The slow, hungry look made Mai feel even more naked than she was.

His hand stroked down her shoulder, sending a prickle of heat across her bare skin. Mitsuhide’s eyes finally pulled away from her body to fix on her face again.

They were so close, she realized. The dressing room wasn’t all that large, and Mitsuhide wasn’t all that small. If she went up on her toes, she could kiss him, she thought. And more surprising to her, she wanted to. She felt her body leaning into him, obeying her desire without thinking it through.

Mitsuhide stepped closer, his body pressing closer to her. He was warm and firm and solid. His hands rested on her arms. A lock of his hair fell forward, brushing against her forehead. She could almost feel his lips, they were so close to hers. Then, as if lifting a great weight, he pulled back from her, his hands dropping to his sides. “It is too soon,” he said quietly, more to himself than to her.

Aloud, he added, “Please. Try on something else. That’s all I ask.” He stepped out of the changing room and closed the curtain firmly behind him.

Mai froze in place, unsure how to react. The changing room felt empty with the loss of his presence, but there was a budding warmth in her chest from his raw, honest reaction. She decided she would try on a less revealing swimsuit, but there was no way she was leaving this one behind. Not when it elicited that look in his eyes.

In the end, she selected a sky blue one-piece with side cut outs and a low back to wear for the day, with a matching silver and blue cover-up and sandals. And Motonari threw in a parasol with tiny little bellflowers on a white background. She also took the sundress, pale green with little embroidered sunflowers on the bodice, which she wore out because her work clothes didn’t feel right for the beach.

Mitsuhide didn’t ask her to model anything else, but he seemed to be back to his regular self as they left the shop.

Motonari gave them a warm goodbye and told Mai she should stop in again. She decided she absolutely would. Her friends would love this place and Motonari.

#ikemen sengoku au #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen motonari #mitsuhide akechi #motonari mouri #cybird otome #otome #otome guys #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff and drama #spirit animals

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silvertonez · 1 year

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"Mmm you sure look tasty Ms. Scientist, come here~"

This is probs still one of my fav kiwawas I've drawn tbh. I never thought about the AU for this hmm...maybe later. Based on the Myth or Treat designs!

#takotori #takanashi kiara #ninomae ina'nis #hololive #hololive en #vampires good

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scoobydoodean · 2 months

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Supernatural adding a few babysitters to Sam and Dean’s childhoods in season 5 is slightly interesting.

5.06:

DEAN So, Amber was your babysitter? JIMMY Yes, sir. DEAN Yeah, most of my babysitters sucked. Especially Ms. Chancey. She only cared about two things: Dynasty and bedtime.

Dynasty aired from 1981-1989, so this could actually be a babysitter Dean remembers from before Mary died. If not though, previous episodes have suggested Dean started being left alone with Sam for days when Dean was 9-10 years old (1.18, 2.22). Dean would have turned 10 in 1989.

However, then there's this reference from 5.12:

DONNA So, how long has it been? SAM The summer before 6th grade. DONNA Mmm, I remember. You assigned yourself your own reading list. DEAN [chuckling] That’s right. I forgot about that. SAM [to the KATE] Your mom happens to be the best babysitter we ever had. DONNA Well, when I was a maid at the Mayflower, out on the interstate – long before you were even an idea – their daddy used to pass through town and leave the boys with me while he went off to... work. One time, he was gone for two weeks. KATE Two weeks? DONNA Mm-hmm. Oh, he'd always come limping back. He loved you boys. KATE Did you know what he did all that time? DONNA Little Sammy kept trying to tell me. Of course, I didn't believe him. Not at first, anyway.

Sam about to enter 6th grade—so he'd be maybe 11 or 12 years old (1994 or 1995), which would make Dean 15 to 16 years old. John must have trusted Donna a lot, because he didn't seem to have been prone to leaving Sam and Dean with anyone besides Bobby (before their falling out) or Pastor Jim (1.18). Donna would be convenient as well, because working at the motel, she could not only periodically check on Sam and Dean, but also could likely keep anyone from getting suspicious and asking questions about the two kids who seemed to be staying at the motel alone. If John knew he'd be gone for two weeks, and someone he trusted was nearby who worked at the motel he could set Sam and Dean up at with a lower chance of them experiencing any issues, it makes sense that John would do that. Hell—if Sam and Dean both really did like Donna that much, they'd probably ask John to set them up at the Mayflower.

#5.12 #season 5 #john #5.06

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 21 days

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Whiskey Shots And Cheap Cigarettes

Kirby Rivers (oc) x Win Lewis (oc)

♤ Summary: Kirby brings Win a bottle of whiskey and they get to know each other a little bit.

♤ Warnings: oc x oc pairing, trans/nonbinary oc, Kirby uses he/him, drinking, talk of drug use, smoking, pre relationship, mentions of Gator Tillman, pre ot3.

♤ A/N: suprise! @jozstankovich some getting to know you stuff with our babies. I just feel like he would 100% reach out to her! I hope you like it! 💖💖 oh also, the title comes from the Green Day song Before The Lobotomy, one of my faves. 💚

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The door swings open and Kirby smiles up at her. She immediately smiles back, leans agaisnt the doorframe.

"I brought libations!" Kirby sings, holding up a bottle of Whiskey. His back arching a bit as he leans back.

"You're eyes are so red oh my god." Win laughs, shaking her head.

"It's been a good day." They lower their arm, shrugging, lazy smile on their face. Win leans forward a bit, eyeing the driveway.

"I walked." Kirby says, still smiling, blinking slowly.

"Can I?" He nods toward the door.

"Oh. Yeah. Of course, come on in." She steps away from the door, letting him pass, he gently hands her the bottle as he goes.

"That's for you. Not much of a drinker myself." Kirby says, absently, shrugging as he looks around her front room.

"That's a shame. I bet you'd be fun." Win says, twisting the cap as she walks to the kitchen.

"I'm always fun." Kirby says over his shoulder, then turns to her.

"Though there was one Halloween involving a very interesting acid trip that some people may argue I wasn't. But I had a good time." They smile when she laughs again, pours a bit of whiskey in a glass.

"Sure you don't want any? Not even a shot? Two shots?" Win asks, shaking the bottle gently above the counter top, eyes wide, waiting. Kirby crosses his arms.

"Are you trying to get me drunk Ms. Lewis?" Their head tilting, hip popped out a little, Win digs her teeth into her bottom lip as she looks at him, grinning.

"Drunk? Never. Cross faded, maybe a little bit." She nods, Kirby laughs, shakes his head.

"I will do two shots. And no more. Just cuz I'm stoned doesn't mean you can take advantage of me young lady." He points at her, walks over to the little half wall, bar window, type situation she's standing by, and watches her pour him a shot. She smiles wide when she hands it to him slowly.

"Hmm. I already regret this. Just so you know." He tilts his head at her, takes the shot, throws it back, and immediately starts coughing. Win laughs at him, head thrown back, and then takes the shot glass and refills it.

Kirby coughs into his elbow a few more times and then wiggles his fingers at her to give him the glass. He takes it, throws it back, and hacks and coughs again for a minute. Their eyes watering when they finally stop.

"Good right?" Win asks, still smiling.

"Oh yeah." He croaks, coughs again,

"Just the best." Kirby wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at her when his eyes finally stop watering.

"So, watchin doin' here? I assume you knew Gator wasn't here with me." She sips at the whiskey in her glass, walks to the living room, twitching her head for Kirby to follow.

"Yeah his truck kinda sticks out like a sore thumb, now that I know it." Kirby shrugs, follows her to the couch and plops down at the opposite end.

"And I dunno, kinda got a lonely vibe from you when you were at the garage the other day. Thought maybe you'd want some company." He shrugs again, lets his head fall back against the couch, his hands laced together on his stomach.

"You think I'm lonely?" She asks, taking another sip, her eyes on him. He doesn't look at her, their eyes shut as they breathe slowly.

"Mmm. Maybe not always. Just... this town's pretty lonely when you're an outsider." Kirby glances at her, smiles, closes his eye again.

"I know a little something about that. Figured I could help a friend in need." Their shoulders move again, just slightly, before they sink further into the couch. Win pulls her legs up, arm wrapped around one knee, whiskey glass resting on the couch near her foot.

"Are we friends?" She asks, quiet. Kirby turns his head, opens his eyes.

"If you wanna be. Yeah." He shrugs again, easy smile on his face. She smiles back, nods a few times.

"Okay. Friends. But I don't know anything about you." She says, eyeing him over her glass as she takes a sip. His eyes fall closed again, his hands rise off his stomach, palms out.

"What do you wanna know?" He asks, dropping his hands again. Win snorts.

"What, you wanna play twenty questions?" She asks, taking another sip. He groans.

"God no. I couldn't think of twenty questions right now if I tried. But you can ask twenty if you want. Or more. However many. I don't mind." Kirby smiles, his eyes fall closed again. She smiles at him, though he can't see her.

"What's your favorite color?" She asks, watches him smile, his eyes still closed.

"Hmmm... orange I think." He hums, raising a hand and rubbing at his nose before dropping it back to his stomach. Win watches him, watches his chest rise and fall under his thin, ratty t-shirt.

"Favorite band?" She asks. His face scrunches.

"That got so hard so fast." He mumbles, laughing as he pushes himself up a bit, eyes still closed.

"Iiiiii.... fuck I don't know. I listen to a little of everything. It depends on my mood I think. Been listening to Motely Crew a lot lately, though I wouldn't call them my favorite." He shakes his head, opens his eyes.

"Got any easier questions?" He cocks his eyebrow at her, smiles when she grins at him.

"Sure yeah. You single?" She drags her teeth over her lip through a smile and takes another sip of her whiskey. They huff a laugh, sit up a bit more, tuck their legs up onto the couch, knees pulled to their chest, facing her now.

"In this town? Yeah. Pretty damn single." He nods, pressing his lips to his knee.

"In this town." She repeats, gives him a look. He nods, glances at the window.

"Guy like me. With my... reputation." He wiggles his eyebrows at her, his hand on his chest. She grins.

"And what reputation might that be?" She asks, raising her glas to her lips.

"Oh ya know. Trans guy in a town like this? I'm sure you've been around enough to know people aren't exactly fond of anyone too different." He shrugs, gives her a small smile. She gives him one back.

"Yeah. I've noticed." She downs the last of her whiskey, sets her glass on the small table behind her.

"Thought you might have." They nod, rest their chin on their knee and then wave her on.

"Alright c'mon. More questions. Easy ones." He warns, points at himself.

"I got a lot going on over here so just, take it easy." He rubs at his red eyes with his knuckles and waves her on again. She laughs, shakes her head, and asks another question.

~°~

A few hours, and about thirty questions later, Kirby yawns, loudly. He moves his feet off the couch and stretches like a cat, back bowing as a ridiculous moan escapes him.

"Jesus. Okay." Win chuckles, stands, stretches herself, though silently, and grabs her glass off the table.

"You want some water or soda or somethin?" She asks, heading for the kitchen.

"What kinda soda ya got?" Kirby asks, patting at the pockets of his baggy black cargo shorts.

"Mainly Mountain Dew right now." She snorts, watches Kirby's face scrunch as he thinks.

"I'll take a water this time. Thanks. Hey can I smoke in here? I'll sit by the window, open it up." They look at her, their eyes wide.

"Yeah that's fine. I'll join you actually." She walks over, hands him the water. He tucks it under his arm, reaching for his pocket but stops when he sees Win tap her pack of cigarettes on her palm. His eyes lingering.

"What?" She huffs a laugh as he stares at her.

"That your brand?" He asks, nodding toward the pack.

"Well, yeah. Unless I'm feeling fancy. Then I get the Djarum Blacks." She doesn't take one out, just looks at Kirby, looking at her.

"Alright the cloves are nice, I'll give you that. But, these? Babes. C'mon." He taps her pack. She pulls it away from his reach, acting offended.

"What is wrong with these?" She looks from her cigarettes back to Kirby.

"They're little cheapy smokes. C'mon." He tilts his head, his nose scrunched. She rolls her eyes, can't help the thought that he's adorable that crosses her mind.

"You ever had a home rolled one?" Kirby asks, reaching for his pocket again.

"You are talking about cigarettes right? Not weed?" She teases, watches him pull a small tin out of his pocket.

"Yes. Tobacco. Not Marijuana." He smiles, pulls out a little white cigarette.

"My grandpa used to home roll. But I was too young then. Hadn't started smoking yet. But I always loved the smell." She tells him, takes a step closer. He holds the cigarette out to her, close to her nose.

"The fresh tobacco." He nods, understanding, as she leans the little ways too it and inhales. She sighs, nods.

"Yeah. That's it. That's the smell." She concedes. Kirby smiles, lowers himself to the carpet, crosslegged, his head just above the windowsill. Win lowers herself down next to him.

"Shall we then?" He asks, head tilted again.

"We shall." She smiles, watches him flip his zippo open and light it. Watches his cheeks hollow as he takes a drag, handing it to her as he exhales toward the window.

The first drag is heaven. The smoke curls in her mouth, down her throat, into her lungs. That slight burn following it. She smiles at the memories, lets the smoke fill her lungs and then sighs it out toward the window as well.

"Shit. You deal this too?" She asks, handing it back. Kirby laughs, a good laugh, head tilted back, hand on his stomach.

"Not typically. But for you? I could definitely hook you up. For sure." He chuckles, takes another drag.

They sit there, smoking, in silence for a while. Listening to late autumn crickets through the window. The chill in the air blowing through the screen, moving Win's hair against her cheek.

"Thanks for comin over." She nudges Kirby's knee with the back of her hand.

"You were right. I do get lonely sometimes." She admits, eyes on the floor as she takes the cigarette again.

"Anytime. You can always come to mine too ya know? Any time you want. I'm almost always there." He shrugs, smiles at her as she blows a few smoke rings.

"Good thing about working were I live. No rush hour traffic. Just me and my fight with my alarm everyday." She laughs at that, it echoes through her quiet house, hands the cigarette back.

"I might take you up on that. I'll bring Gator sometimes too. If you want?" She asks, voice cautious, glancing up at Kirby through her lashes. He looks at her, watches her watch him for a moment, and then nods. The corner of his mouth twitching as he takes a long drag, the last, its tip burning close to his fingers.

"That's fine." Is all Kirby says, his voice thick, like he wants to say more. But they don't.

Win gets up, grabs her ashtray. Kirby follows, stubs out the cigarette and wipes his hands down his shirt. It's a habit he has, from working on cars, always wiping something or other on his clothes while he works.

"Fuck me it's like, two in the morning." Kirby whistles, looking at the clock. Win's eyes follow his, suprise on her features.

"Wow. It doesn't seem like you've been here that long." Her brow furrows.

"That a bad thing?" Kirby asks, stepping slowly toward the door.

"No. Ya know what they say about time, and flying." Win assures him with a shrug, follows them to the door. He stands there, swaying a little, hands clasped behind his back as he smiles.

"Well. Thank you for the hospitality Winifred. I'll get outta your hair. Let you get to bed." He lets his head fall back, opens the door and steps through it with a little lazy twirl. She laughs at him, holding it open as he takes a few steps away.

"Thank you, for the whiskey. I'll come get in your hair sometime. Make a day of it." She crosses her arms, shrugs, nonchalant as she smiles after him.

"Sounds good. I'll have the cigarettes ready for you!" He calls, still walking slowly backwards away from her.

"Be careful walking home!" She calls.

"Im always careful!" He calls back, his foot hitting a rock, making him stumble, he shoots back up, points in her direction.

"That was a fluke!" They say, kicking the offending rock into the steet. Win laughs, shakes her head at them.

"Have a nice night Win!" Kirby calls, almost disappeared into the dark now, waving over his shoulder as he turns.

"You too Kirby!" She calls, waits til she can't see them anymore, and closes her door. She shuts the window, puts the bottle of Whiskey away and goes to grab the ashtray off the table. She stops in her tracks, picks the ashtray up, and smiles. Setting on the edge is a cigarette, home rolled, brand new.

She picks it up, tucks it behind her ear, and walks to her room. She sets the ashtray down, sets the cigarette back in it, and gets ready for bed.

She climbs under her sheets and gets cozy, runs her finger slowly along the pretty white paper of her small gift, and turns out the light. Smiling into her pillow thinking about her new friend, how easy it was to talk to them. How easily he made her laugh. She hugged her pillow tight and thought maybe this town wasn't so bad. Even if it was just her, Gator, and Kirby. Maybe that was enough to make it not so bad.

#kirby x win #kirby rivers x win lewis #oc fic #oc: kirby rivers #oc: win lewis #gift fic #my writing #mine #my fic

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shesthespinstersimmer · 4 months

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Thicker than water (3)

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FANNY: How's Jamaica and that wife of yours, baby?

REDD: They're... good.

MAXINE: We heard she has Judith Ward for a client now!

REDD: What?? Where's y'all hear that?

FANNY: So... you don't know how your wife and kids are.

(Ms. Sadie chuckles )

MAXINE: It's all over the interwebs - I read it on the "Petty LaBelle" blog.

MS. SADIE: (cackles) That girl is hilarious! I read it, and I'm not even queer.

FANNY: Our generation don't say "queer".

MAXINE: Frankly, I don't know what we say. But it don't matter; long as you love who you love in peace.

MS. SADIE: See you got your appetite back.

CAPTAIN: Didn't want it to go to waste.

MS> SADIE: Mmm hmm. So y'all just gonna set in here and not speak to each other?

CAPTAIN: Up to her.

REDD: I'd love to stick around, y'all, but I have to get going. Couuple more things to do.

MS. SADIE: What?? You gotta be kidding; how often do we get to see you, Redd??

REDD: I know, Ms. Sadie. I'll come back and see you tomorrow.

CAPTAIN: Maybe he's sick of watching the floor show over there.

#shesthespinstersimmer #storyteller #sims 4 story #weird & wonderful #redd hendricks #fanny hendricks #ms sadie #captain hendricks #maxine devries

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katiedido2 · 10 months

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Meet Cute Chapter 2

Also posted on AO3

I thought this was a one-shot, but Virgil Tracy had other ideas, and I wrote this on a train from London to Amsterdam. Now that I have internet again, I can post it.

I had hoped to get this up before ThunderPride ended. I think I'm squeaking in under the wire (It's just after 5:30pm my time.)

I'm surprised at how much I am enjoying this rare!pair of Virgil Tracy and Stephen Furnier.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

-o-o-o-o-

Chapter Two

The First Date

Stephen stood outside the Sydney Opera House, fidgeting with his cuffs. He was wearing a linen suit - something he rarely wore, but he wanted to look nice for Virgil - and his shirtsleeves weren’t lying right in his coat sleeves. He briefly wondered if a broken three-piece suit - broken because he wore it without a tie - was too much, but looking around him showed other men were similarly attired. He breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed slightly.

“Hi, Stephen.”

Stephen turned and saw Virgil, who was also wearing a broken linen suit, only his was two-piece. It was dark gray and fit perfectly. Virgil has paired it with a light sage green dress shirt.

He looked good.

Really good.

Stephen swallowed and smiled at his date. “Hi. You look amazing.”

Virgil blushed. This pleased Stephen to no end.

“Thank you. You look great, too.”

“Thank you. I wasn’t sure-” Virgil took Stephen's hand, lacing his fingers through Stephen’s, and leaned in, kissing his cheek.

Virgil was wearing his cologne, and Stephen, lost in the addicting scent, forgot what he was going to say.

“Ready to go in?”

Stephen nodded and let Virgil lead him into the venue.

-o-o-o-

Once inside, Virgil directed them towards the venue space. “Have you been here before?”

Stephen shook his head. “No, first time…Where are we going?”

“The concert is in the Joan Sutherland Theatre. The musicians won’t get lost in the space - there are about a dozen of them - and the acoustics are really good. It’s the home of Opera Australia!”

Having never given any thought to acoustics or opera or Australia (though given the nature of his work, he probably should), Stephen hummed agreeably and continued following Virgil.

Once inside the theatre, they found their row, about five rows from the stage. Virgil gestured for Stephen to enter the row and followed after. Their seats were in the middle of the section, and the view of the stage was excellent.

The men sat, and Virgil took Stephen’s hand again, lacing their fingers. He smiled at his date.

-o-o-o-

Date!

Virgil had wanted someone to share this with for so long; he was giddy to finally have this dream come true and for that person to be Stephen.

Stephen Furnier was his date. He was dating Stephen Furnier!

Virgil squeezed Stephen’s hand. Stephen smiled at him.

“I don’t know anything about Ms Ha. Is she a favourite pianist of yours?”

“She’s one of my favourites.”

“Who is your favourite?”

“Rebecca Montague.”

“Rebecca Montague? That sounds familiar.” Stephen tried to place the name but couldn’t. “How long have you been a fan.”

“Since I was fourteen.”

“Oh? That’s a long time.”

“Yep. Sadly, she’s retired and doesn’t perform live anymore.”

“Oh.” Stephen had no idea what to say to that.

“Fortunately, she will occasionally put out an album.”

“Really?” Rebecca Montague. The name niggled at Stephen. Why did it sound familiar?

“I first saw her perform at a Christmas concert in Kansas City, Missouri. ”

“Really?”

Virgil nodded. “Yep. She was amazing to watch, and she was so sweet when we met.”

“You met her?”

“Mmm hmm. My father took me to meet her afterwards. He wandered off, and we talked about our love of music…and the piano.”

“Your father left you? He didn’t wish to speak to her?”

“No…he mentioned something about finding her parents.”

“Why would he be looking for her parents?” Stephen was confused. Did musicians routinely bring their families with them?

“He was friends with her father.”

Stephen stared at Virgil. “But why would her parents be there? Were they celebrating Christmas in the States?”

Virgil blinked and chuckled, recognising the source of Stephen’s confusion. “She was ten.”

“She was ten what?”

“Ten years old.”

“She was a child?!”

“I believe they’re called prodigies.”

Stephen huffed. “You could have led with that!”

Not wishing to fight, Virgil tried to soothe Stephen’s ruffled feathers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it.”

Also not wishing to argue, Stephen smiled at his date. “Fair enough.”

They sat in companionable silence while the auditorium around them filled up. When the musicians came out, followed by a lovely petite woman who was greeted with thunderous applause.

Virgil leaned over and whispered in Stephen’s ear. “This is very exciting. We’re in for a real treat tonight!”

-o-o-o-

Seventy minutes later, Stephen had to agree. The entire evening had been an eye-opening, delightful treat.

He could definitely see what Virgil enjoyed about contemporary instrumental music, as Virgil called it.

They sat chatting in their seats while the auditorium emptied before rising and heading outside.

The night was beautiful and clear, the full moon lending a romantic air. Virgil and Stephen strolled hand in hand, enjoying the views.

Virgil stopped and, tugging Stephen’s hand, pulled the doctor into his arms. Stephen placed his hands on Virgil’s shoulders to keep from crashing into his handsome date. He felt Virgil’s arms snake around his waist.

“Oh!”

“I’ve got you.”

“You certainly do.”

Virgil chuckled, causing Stephen to blush.

He stammered. “W-what I-I meant was-”

Virgil leaned in close. “Shhh. I know what you meant.”

Virgil’s face was so close to his that Stephen could feel his soft lips touching his ear.

“Virgil…”

Virgil pulled back slightly. Their noses were nearly touching.

“May I kiss you?”

Stephen stared at Virgil, overwhelmed by the opportunity before him and didn’t reply.

Sensing Stephen’s hesitancy, Virgil pulled back a little more. He wanted to make sure this was something Stephen wanted too.

“If you feel we’re moving too fast, I can slow do-oof!”

Stephen roused himself, eager to let his date know he was indeed agreeable to kissing him, rose on his toes and planted his lips on Virgil’s. He felt Virgil’s intake of breath and a small smile on his lips as Virgil returned his kiss.

The kiss was everything Stephen imagined a kiss with Virgil Tracy would be. First, being so close to him, he could smell the man mixed with the scent of his cologne, and it made Stephen heady.

Next was the way Virgil held him - one arm around his waist, the other tangled in his hair, holding him at the base of his neck. He felt safe and cared for in a way he couldn’t remember feeling with anyone else.

Last, but Stephen conceded, never least, was the man’s kiss. Virgil’s lips were soft, but his kiss was just firm enough to show his interest without overwhelming. Stephen could spend days kissing Virgil like this.

Just as he was getting into the kiss, Virgil broke it and moved back, enough for Stephen to see his face clearly. A small noise of disappointment escaped him.

Virgil chuckled, slightly breathless. “If you make that noise every time we kiss, you’ll never get rid of me.”

“Why did you stop?” Stephen heard the whinge in his voice but didn’t care. That was the best first kiss of his life!

Virgil smiled at his pout. Stephen saw he hadn’t wanted to end the kiss either. Virgil dropped a chaste kiss on Stephen’s lips and smoothed the blond locks he had ruffled.

“Remember where we are, Stephen. This isn’t the place to get carried away.”

Wide-eyed, Stephen looked around the area they were in. There weren’t many people, but there were enough that two people making out might attract attention. An older couple strolled past. The wife smiled at Stephen, glanced at Virgil, and, to his surprise, looked at him again, nodded her head and winked(!)

Stephen blinked and looked at the handsome man in his arms. Virgil was right, but it was their first date, and he wanted to lock in the memory of their first kisses.

Emboldened by the woman’s wink, he rose on his toes, tangled his hands in Virgil’s mane and kissed him.

Virgil thrilled him by moaning slightly and kissing him in return. Stephen felt giddy when Virgil’s tongue touched his lips and went weak in the knees when, deepening the kiss their tongues touched.

Groaning, Virgil broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Stephen’s while he caught his breath.

This time, Stephen understood why Virgil had stopped. The opera house wasn’t the place for a prolonged make-out session. But he knew a place that could be.

“Come back to my flat. We can have coffee and talk or kiss…or both…” Or more.

-o-o-o-

Virgil heard the clear invitation in Stephen’s voice. No one could have missed the implied or more in his suggestion. He was tempted - some parts of him were very eager - but he didn’t want to rush this. He wrapped both arms around Stephen’s waist and pulled him closer.

“God, Stephen, I want to. You’ve no idea how much I do-”

Stephen chuckled, feeling Virgil’s interest. “Oh, I have a little idea.”

Smiling, Virgil kissed his nose and rested his forehead against Stephen’s again. “Okay, you do.” He sighed, trying to gather his thoughts. “I think what we have here is special, and while it’s tempting to rush forward, I want to go a little slower and savour every moment with you…That probably sounds corny.”

Stephen cupped Virgil’s face in his hands. “No! No, it doesn’t, Virgil.” He caught one of Virgil’s hands and laced their fingers together. “It’s just….”

Virgil stared at Stephen when he bit his lip in thought. He shook his head. “It’s just?”

Stephen chuckled. “It’s just I’m terribly keen to do more.”

Virgil brought their joined hands to his lips and kissed Stephen’s knuckles. “Honey, you’ve no idea.”

Stephen hummed. “I have a better imagination than I’ve often given credit for.”

Groaning, Virgil released Stephen and stepped back so they weren’t touching. “Stephen,” he said seriously. “You can’t say things like that to me when I’m trying very hard to behave.”

“Why not?” Stephen Furnier had spent most of his life behaving. Having just been perfectly snogged by Virgil Tracy, he no longer wanted to.

“Because gorgeous, brainy blond doctors with beautiful eyes are my kryptonite.”

A blond eyebrow rose. Stephen playfully rand a finger down the buttons of Virgil’s shirt. “I have very good coffee at home…and a new sofa that was made for making out on….”

Good coffee and more of Stephen’s soft lips. Virgil could feel his resolve weakening. Still, he made an effort.

“One cup of coffee and thirty minutes of making out.”

“Two cups of coffee and an hour of making out.”

Virgil groaned. He hadn’t expected Stephen to fight so temptingly dirty.

“One cup of coffee and forty-five minutes of making out. And you spend tomorrow with me.”

Stephen bit his lip adorably. “I have some work to do in the morning.” He took Virgil’s hand in his and kissed his knuckles. “One cup of coffee, fifty minutes of making out, and I will meet you for lunch at a cafe of your choosing, and I will spend the rest of the day with you.”

Virgil waggled a finger at Stephen. “You drive a hard bargain, Dr Furnier.”

“Do you accept, Mr Tracy?”

“Yes.”

“Shake on it?”

“Nope.” Virgil gathered Stephen into his arms and lowered his face close to Stephen’s. “Kiss.”

As their lips met, Stephen realised he had fallen completely in love with Virgil Tracy.

Given the isolated nature of his work, Stephen Furnier had never expected to find love. And to find it here, in Sydney - of all places - filled him with joy. He was going to love Virgil Tracy for the rest of his life. He couldn’t wait.

#thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #ThunderPride #virgil tracy #stephen furnier #rare!pair #rare pair

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lovebillyhargrove · 8 months

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Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

I incorporated my other story "Cucumbers" (which was written earlier as part of this fic when the fic was still in the drafts) into this chapter.

*** Steve's POV

It's Tuesday, and Billy hates Health. It's so fucking boring. Smoking kills you slowly, alcohol kills you faster. Drugs - that's if you want a fast-train ticket out of this life. He doesn't need a performance set up to show how sperm are swimming to get to the egg. He knows about STDs. He's aware if you have unprotected sex, you just might become a papa too early in life.

Blah blah blah, zero new information.

However. He likes some lessons. Like today, Ms. Babcock is handing out cucumbers and condoms. Ms. Babcock is around 30 and probably still a virgin judging by the unsure way she's holding those cucumbers like she's not used to holding anything close in shape, and her tomato-red face betrays her on the spot.

"Let me help, Ms. Babcock," - stressing the cock. Billy's just trying to be nice. He's smiling his nicest smile, no implications whatsoever.

Ms. Babcock almost faints

"Oh. Thank you?"

Steve's rolling his eyes. Of course. Billy fucking Hargrove. Always the charmer. Always having a finger in every pie.

Stupid asshole.

Hargrove's handing out the cucumbers, choosing the biggest one for Harrington. The fuck?

Judging by the look on Steve's face, he wants to shove the giant cucumber up Hargrove's ass. Just to make him less smug, take him down a notch or two.

Not only Ms. Babcock's face is red. Girls are blushing and giggling, and the colour on Harrington's face is close to that of someone who's about to have a stroke.

When all the poor vegetables have been distributed with Billy's kind assistance, Ms. Babcock proceeds to show how you should actually put a condom on a hard shaft-shaped object. She's not doing a good job, maybe it's the nervous shake of her hands, the inexperience? .. but the condom just pops off the tip of the cucumber, refusing to stay there.

Naturally, Hargrove is at it again.

"If you need any help .. I'd be happy to demonstrate, Ms. Babcock, I've trained for that uh .. in my lifeguard classes."

Oh, now he's also a lifeguard. What a bunch of crap, they don't train lifeguards to roll rubbers on dicks.

He's just an idiot, why do all teachers keep believing all the bullshit he tells them?

As for sliding that condom down the cucumber, Billy's making a show so entertaining, everyone is watching. Closely. All girls, some with mouths open, Ms. Babcock, and, what's more interesting, more than a couple of boys. Tommy and the rest of them are lost somewhere under the desks wheezing and in urgent need of CPR probably, which Billy can actually provide since he's a licensed lifeguard and shit.

Everyone is watching and listening as well. To that husky drawl?? Please. Girls' panties are already soaked. Ms. Babcock is going to re-evaluate all her life goals tonight. Not sure the information is sinking, but the words like "penis, shaft, ejaculation and sperm" are definitely getting across.

There's only one person who's purposefully not watching and trying not to listen, although the latter is impossible.

Harrington. Sitting there with the biggest cucumber of all, totally disrespectful of the lecture and the lecturer.

".. So a very important thing is to hold the tip of the condom .. like that.. to let all the air out of the reservoir."

There's literally a moan which escapes someone's mouth right now

"Mmm-hmm .. the reservoir should be able to accommodate all the sperm and not burst under all the uh .. pressure during the ejaculation. Trust me, no-one wants a condom to break."

Thanks for pointing out the obvious, dumbass.

"When you have correctly placed the tip of the condom on the head of the erected penis .."

A girl is leaving the classroom.

".. You should roll the condom down the shaft .. slowly. Some may prefer to do it with their mouth."

Ex-fucking-cuse me??

Ms. Babcock is past the point if caring.

"Once the condom covers the full shaft of the penis, it's time for the actual

*pause

sexual

*pause

intercourse."

The douchebag is clearly enjoying it.

"Here, let me demonstrate it once again. Or better yet, any volunteers from the class?"

Steve's heart pounds in his chest and he's afraid everyone will hear the sound of his heart, suddenly being so ridiculously loud and stupid, what if Hargrove calls his name ??

"Vicky?"

Oh god, he's the dumbest. Like with a capital D. Why did he even think that Hargrove's gonna say Harrington ?

Vicky and Billy look like newly weds excited to spend their first night together. Vicky is on cloud nine and still ascending.

"Now, with two demonstrations, everyone should try doing it on their own. Right, Ms. Babcock?"

There's a pile of ashes on the chair where the teacher was sitting. Tommy and the guys from the team are having a cucumber fight and stuffing unpacked condoms in their pockets in case they get lucky later. Girls are doing what they were told to do, diligently rolling those condoms down. Like they expect Billy to whisper a hot You're doing such a good job, honey.. in their ear. Vicky looks as if she's won a million dollars. Everyone is in excellent mood, actually.

Except, of course, for Steve.

Hargrove goes the extra mile and helps the teacher to collect the cucumbers at the end of the class. He stops near Harrington's desk and stretches his hand out.

Steve is not gonna do it. He's not gonna take the cucumber and fucking put it in Hargrove's hand.

"Well, well, well, looks like you've ignored the assignment, Harrington. Why, you don't think it's a man's job? Have all your girlfriends done it for you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, dipshit."

Hargrove is grinning obnoxiously still waiting for Steve to pass him the vegetable

"If you have an interesting story to tell, I'm all ears."

"Fuck off."

Steve slaps Billy's hand away. Hargrove glances at the teacher but her eyes are on him, so he lets it slide. He proceeds to another desk, leaving the goddamn cucumber still lying in front of Harrington.

Steve really fights the urge to grab it and throw it at the asshole's back.

Hargrove gets extra points for being of such huge assistance, the annoying ass-kisser. How did he manage to get everyone wrapped around his fucking finger, in a matter of what .. a bit more than a month? Even Tommy eats out of his hand, how is this fucking possible. Hargrove this, Hargrove that. Especially after that prank they've concocted together. Tommy was the mastermind behind it, but they sure must've had fun putting the plan into action together. They even kinda included Steve in the whole thing, with the crown, which was cool, but did it make him regret not being there even more?

Maybe.

It's like the crown doesn't belong to him anymore.

***

After the shitshow with rubbers and cucumbers Steve's even more pissed, than he usually is lately, and he doesn't know at what exactly. He sees Hargrove sitting on the camaro's hood in the parking lot after school, smoking a cigarette and looking at his watch in irritation. Vicky is with him. She definitely wants some, and she looks determined to get it.

Steve wraps his arm around Nancy's shoulder. They are walking towards the beamer

"Hey Nance? Whatcha doing tonight? You want to come over?"

"I'd love to but .. "

Wait, Steve knows what's gonna follow

I have to study

"I have to study cause I have two big tests this week."

"Won't you have enough time now? I could pick you up at .. I don't know, seven?"

"I guess.. I don't know, Steve. It might take a while."

She's looking at him with those big eyes, and her voice is so gentle, and Steve thinks he's so in love with her. It's been a tough summer, it'll all get better little by little. He just has to be patient.

***

When he gets home, his mom tells him she and dad are going to Alfredo's for dinner, and Steve's welcome to come with. Steve kinda wants to get out of the house but he's afraid his parents aren't gonna eat that much of the dinner, but pick at his brain, with a little spoon, slowly, asking him questions about his future and speculating about the importance of getting a proper education. Steve's aware, like, really. He has written his application essay, and Nancy was kind enough to go over it and correct it in a couple of places .. more like, rewrite it in a few places.

His essay sucked, okay? He's not good at such stuff. Never been good.

He's not the worst though.

But surely not the best. Anyways.

Steve doesn't want to listen to his dad droning on about all that stuff, so he asks mom to bring him some lasagna from the restaurant, tells her he's got plenty of homework to do for tomorrow, and goes to his room to do some. When he hears "Bye, Steve!" at six, he comes down to watch TV and rummage around the fridge for a little snack. At around seven he thinks he could again try asking Nancy to come over. They haven't been spending much time together recently. He misses her. He misses being close to her.

Steve dials the number he knows by heart now.

"Hello, Wheeler residence, how can I help you?"

"Good evening, Mrs. Wheeler! It's Steve Harrington, I would like to talk to Nancy please?"

"Oh hi, Steve! How are you? Haven't been seeing you around lately."

"Yeah well .. you know, just .. school stuff. It's kinda busy."

"I bet. Hold on a second."

Mrs. Wheeler is covering the receiver with a hand and shouting

"Nancy! Naaancy! .. A phone call for you!"

And a few seconds later

"Hello?"

"Hi, Nance! I'm just calling to see if you're uh .. done with studying for tonight?"

"Oh .. Steve?"

Is she actually happy to hear him, or not really? What's with the tone?

"Uhm .. not quite. Haven't even done half of my flashcards. Sorry."

"Well uh .. maybe you still wanna ditch those flashcards and I'll pick you up in half an hour? You can stay overnight. My parents are at home, but they won't mind. Maybe we can .. you know. Make loooove?"

Steve is trying to sound sweet and goofy, although he's had a feeling in the past few weeks, like every time he wants to sleep with his girlfriend he has to actually beg for it.

There's an exasperated sigh at the other end of the line.

"I told you I wanted to study tonight. Maybe some other time? At the weekend?"

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. The weekend is fine."

He's begged her enough, right?

"Bye."

"See you tomorrow!"

On the other hand, you wanted to date a smart girl, Steve. Here you go.

Parents come back at half past eight, and the lasagna is delicious.

When Harrington gets in bed, he doesn't fall asleep right away. He's tossing and turning. Would really appreciate having his girlfriend by his side right now. They haven't slept together for a couple of weeks already, and Steve's .. well, he has needs.

Like .. people always talk about finding someone's who makes you happy. Who takes care of you and your needs and who makes you complete, and content and it's like you're on the same wavelength when it comes down to what you both want.

In bed, too.

Steve sometimes wonders if that's actually realistic. With all of the girls he's been with, including Nancy, he's never been satisfied. He's always wanted more, and never got it. Like he wanted to give so much, but none of his girlfriends needed that much.

Thank God for other ways to attend to your desires. Steve opens the lowest drawer in his bedside table and digs deep. Fishes out a skin magazine with a busty blonde on the cover.

Hello, beautiful.

He starts turning the pages to get into the mood. Slides his boxers down, his dick already hard and heavy on his belly.

Let's get down to business, ladies.

Steve cups and fondles his balls first, slowly, feeling the slight ache rolling around, the want. Moves his palm up and down his rock hard cock. Smears the precome over the sensitive head, bites back a moan.

Come on, baby.. He's looking at a set of nice bouncy tits, and blue eyes and a slightly open mouth, inviting Steve to put his dick inside the warm heat.

Yeah .. yeah baby, just like that. The head of Steve's dick is wet with precome, and it urges him to stroke himself faster.

He closes his eyes and pictures those blue eyes looking up at him, lips wrapped around his cock and delicate fingers rubbing his shaft. Only .. fuck, what the hell? For a fraction of a second there's an image of a guy's fingers, no, not just any guy's, it's fucking Hargrove's thick fingers sliding a condom on a dick

Fucking shit

Eww

Gross!!

Steve opens his eyes quickly, trying to erase the image

Are you fucking kidding me? He needs only a couple of minutes to do his thing, and that asshole crawls into the back of his mind, trying to ruin it??

Steve's still painfully hard, so he doesn't stop stroking his cock but he keeps his eyes open, just in case. Looks at the open welcoming mouth and the blue eyes staring at him from the glossy page

Baby come on, I just need a little.. little bit more .. yeah, like that, take it all in your pretty mouth, all of it, deep .. oh fuck ..

He grabs the shaft, close, he's so close ..

Hargrove said shaft today, Steve can hear him saying the word so clearly, the shhhh of it, the depth of his fucking voice

FUCK

Okay, just uhm .. he needs to refocus.

Steve imagines how his cock would slide into a warm pussy, wet and tight, in and out, in and out .. that's right, that's good ..

The head of his dick feels full and the balls feel heavy, just a bit fucking more of the tightness..

Harrington lets out a moan of pleasure and a hot stream of cum lands on his chest and belly

Fuck yeah

He strokes himself till he's not shooting cum anymore and lies in his bed breathing heavily

Head empty.

He wants more sex. He's fucking seventeen, has a girlfriend and he wants to fucking have more sex.

Steve doesn't want to take a shower cause he already took one before getting in bed, so he finds some tissues to wipe the cum off of himself, pulls his boxers up, tucks the magazine back in the drawer and closes his eyes.

He's not even gonna think too hard about Hargrove interrupting his masturbation. The jackass is annoying as fuck, he's all over the basketball court, he's all over each class they're having together, he's all over the parking lot, and the whole damn school.

Fucking piece of California trash.

Steve doesn't realize how everything becomes blurry in his mind and he finally falls asleep.

***

*** Billy's POV

Fucking Maxine is late. Again. Last couple of times she was late? Billy waited for her. Didn't even give her much shit for that, just asked her nicely to pay attention to the time. He fucking has a job now, he has homework to do, he can't really dance to the tune of a thirteen? .. fourteen? year-old skanky teen. He's not sure how old she is.

He knows he has to, he has no choice. She is his responsibility. What a wonderful way to delegate stuff. Neil and Susan got married, and Max is suddenly Billy's number one chore, like he asked for it. Like he doesn't have his own life. Everything has become a problem, because he always has to line up his schedule with hers.

Just like now. He actually needs to get to work at 4, and he wanted to have some fun time with this girl who's been following him around since day one, Vicky .. he doesn't remember her last name.

Billy glances at his watch one more time, and decides

Fuck it.

"The little shit can skate home."

He and Vicky get in the car, and he drives her to her house. They park nearby and make out. She smells nice, sweet and girly, and she's cute and so willing to go further.

"My parents aren't home till six, do you want to come inside?"

"Would love to, sweetheart. Can't. Gotta be someplace in an hour."

Vicky is disappointed but at least they sucked each other's faces. That's progress, and she'll be telling her friends all about it.

Billy is strangely not excited about it, like at all. He's not even hard, and he hasn't had anything close to sex since .. well, since summer, when he ended up in bed with a girl he doesn't remember the name of, drunk to oblivion.

He jerks off almost every day, otherwise he'd already be crawling up the walls. Still, the fact that Billy is not turned on by physical contact, and yes, he did feel Vicky's nice soft tits, is a bit worrisome.

Fucking Hawkins.

When he gets home, no-one is there. The little rat must be still skating, and Susan must be out grocery shopping. Billy throws a sandwich together, changes his clothes and is off to Old Joe's garage. Tommy did not let him down. He did ask around, and although the whole Starcourt thing fell through cause they didn't hire anyone from the outside,

"They have weird secrecy around it and stuff, man. Very strange, considering it's a regular shopping mall."

Tommy told him to go check out Old Joe's car repair on Cornwallis. Said he saw a "Help wanted" sign put up there.

Old Joe's son, Pete, decided to move to Indianapolis after marrying a girl from the big city, so the old man was in urgent need of an assistant.

Andy, a guy from school, is bringing his yellow camaro to the garage for a check-up today. He says the engine's making funny noises. Billy can look into that. Give him a chance to get his hands on a Camaro, please. And who knew that he would come across such a beauty in this shithole? Back in San Diego a muscle car was nothing extraordinary, and a couple of guys he knew had really nice ones. Billy's own camaro is his baby, of course, there's no competition, but the chances of having two Camaros in the same small town? Andy and he, they should definitely set up a date for a race.

There's also an old Buick at the garage that needs some work. Billy has already had this job for more than a week. Every other day plus some shifts at the weekends. He's good with cars, and Old Joe seems pleased with his new assistant.

***

When Billy comes home at 9, his dad is sitting in the living room watching a baseball match on TV. The moment the door closes, there's a stern voice calling his name

"Billy? Can you come here for a second?"

Billy has an unpleasant feeling in his gut. Whenever his dad tells him "to come here for a second" it doesn't mean anything good.

"Good evening, dad."

"Evening. Would you care to explain why your little sister had to skate home from school today? You were supposed to pick her up."

Of fucking course. The snitch.

"Dad, I know! I was waiting for her for half an hour, and she was late! I kinda have a job now, I can't be .."

Neil springs up from his armchair and in a second he's slapping Billy on his mouth. It's quick and humiliating and burns Billy like a brand.

"Exactly. You kinda have a job. Do not ever use such a disrespectful tone talking to your parents! Do you understand?"

Does he understand what

That his own dad hates him

Neil puts an index finger up in Billy's face

"I pay for every day of your life. You'll wait for your sister as long as it takes."

Billy is silent

"Do you understand me, son?"

Billy chokes out a quiet

"Yes."

Neil is grabbing him by the collar of his shirt

"Yes?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Go apologize to Maxine."

"Dad, it's not my fault! She was late!"

Neil grabs his collar tighter and Billy feels his father's breath on his face

"I repeat, do not use such a tone talking to me." Slowly, quietly, menacingly

"Apologize to your sister, and always wait for her even if she's running late."

Neil shoves Billy in the direction in Max's room.

It's less than a year.

It's only less than a year.

Billy goes to the door of his stepsister's room, followed by Neil. He knocks on it, and Max's voice pipes up

"Yes?"

Billy cracks the door open and mutters

"I'm sorry I didn't pick you up today."

"Okay." Max squeaks.

"Was it so hard, son?"

"No, sir."

"Alright. Now let me get back to the game."

Neil walks back to the living room and Billy shuts Max's door. He wants to slam it, to bang on it, hot tears are choking him, but he's not .. he's not gonna cry.

It's not fucking fair.

There's only less than a year left.

Billy is not feeling hungry anymore. He goes straight to the shower.

***

Max listens till the water stops running in the shower and goes out of her room. Waits a little more not far from the bathroom door. When Billy comes out she's blocking his way, whispering hurriedly

"Billy, I didn't .. Mom saw me skating home. I didn't even say anything."

Billy stops for a second and then shoulder-bumps her out of the way

"Piss off, Maxine."

He's not in the mood to do any homework, so he just slides under the blanket and closes his eyes.

***

It's basketball practice, which means Billy's suffering. Just pick up the pace, people, for the love of god! Tommy is trying. Andy is actually not playing so bad today. Gotta talk to him about his yellow beast of a car. It looks chic, with black stripes over the hood and the boot. Come on, Andy, you've got such a fast gorgeous-looking babe on your hands. You have to match the high standard.

Hargrove is faster than anyone anyway. He's here, he's there and he's every-fucking-where. Harrington is being exceptionally irritating today. Always getting in his way. He seems to get under Billy's feet on purpose, to annoy him even more. As if he enjoys rubbing against the sweaty bulk of Billy's body. Alright, let's do it, it won't hurt. You want attention? Your girlfriend has you on a sex diet or something?

Come on, take the ball from me. Take it!

Billy lets the loser snatch the ball but then catches up with him

"King Steve, huh?" Billy's chuckling and panting in Steve's ear

"Used to run this school, right?"

"Then you turned bitch."

Harrington is huffing

"Hey maybe you should just shut up, asshole, and play the game."

The next second the ball is in Hargrove's hands again and he sends it straight home. He looks at Steve triumphantly

"Oh I am playing. Question is, what the fuck are you doing here?"

Harrington just stares at him with quiet hatred deep in that brown and tries to steady his breath.

Later in the showers Billy catches himself looking at the dickhead shampooing his hair. He looks kinda pretty. Not that Billy cares. The pathetic jerk just bugs him for some reason, that's all. Like, have some self-respect, dude. Stop moping about your love life, it's just a girl, for fucks sake. It seriously hurts to watch you. Billy has never let himself pine over someone like that. No-one gets called King for nothing, so where is that something you got crowned for?

***

*** Steve's POV

Will his whole year be like that? Steve didn't sign up for that shit. Of all the places in the wide United States of America god has decided to send this douchebag here. To Hawkins. To Steve's town. The asshole ruins every basketball game. Today he called him bitch and told him that Steve used to run this school? Used to, huh. We'll see about that, motherfucker. Steve notices that Hargrove's looking at him in the showers when nobody else sees that. Harrington's eyes were closed too cause of shampoo, but he cracked an eye open and there Hargrove was. Staring. The fuck is his deal.

It's Friday, and Steve's on a mission to spend some quality time with his girlfriend. Nancy remembers that she promised to hang out with him at the weekend, and they agree that Steve will pick her up at six. They can have dinner at Steve's place with his parents and she'll stay for the evening.

Everything seems great. Steve knows that his mom and dad like Nancy, they like the Wheelers. Dinner's good and the sex that happens later in his bedroom is wonderful. They have to be quiet cause of the parents downstairs but it's not a big problem.

When he's driving Nancy back to her house at a quarter to ten, however, things stop being so good.

"Steve? Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I think .. look, I .. remember how you broke Jonathan's camera a month ago?"

"What? Jonathan?"

Who's Jonathan?

"Jonathan Byers? You broke his camera cause he had taken pictures of us in June, and you didn't like that."

"Of course, I didn't like that. Did .. did you like that?"

"No! Of course not, but .."

Nancy's taking a deep breath

"I had a talk with him. He didn't mean anything bad. He was just looking for his little brother that night, Will. He was missing and Jonathan was uh .. searching for him that night, in the woods."

The information is settling in Steve's brain

"Wait, you had a talk with Byers?? When?"

"A couple of weeks ago maybe? I'm just .. I think that .."

"Have you actually been talking to that sicko?"

"He's not a sicko, okay!? He was looking for his missing brother!!"

"How would taking pictures of us and of you naked have helped him to find his brother?"

"I don't know! He was just .. looking for some clues! But what you did wasn't nice."

"Nance, what he did wasn't nice! I mean .. search the woods all you want, but don't take photos of people who don't even know you're there! It was creepy as fuck and I still think I made a mistake of not going to the police to report that freak!"

"I don't think the police can help find Barb."

"Find Barb? Nancy she's been missing for five months already.. I don't think.. I don't think she's out there alive."

"I know. But at least we can find out what happened. Jonathan thinks .."

"What?"

Nancy understands she's repeatedly said something she probably shouldn't have

"Okay, Nance, I'm.. I really .. I just think you shouldn't be talking to him."

"Okay and I think you should really get him a new camera."

"I should what ??"

"To replace the one that you broke!"

Steve's speechless

"Also I think you shouldn't be telling me who to talk to or not."

And here Steve thought that he was having a perfect evening with the love of his life

"Okay, Nance uhm .."

He shouldn't .. he should probably take some time to process the information. He's at a loss.

They are stopping near Nancy's house. She looks at him, disapprovingly but with a spark of hope.

"Steve I know you were upset at that time but .. what you did, was .. vile. Jonathan can't afford to buy a new camera, and uh .. he really was just looking for Will that night. Think about it, okay?"

Steve's still majorly speechless.

"Yeah uhm.. okay."

"You promise?"

"Yeah, sure."

He doesn't even kiss Nancy goodbye, and neither does she.

"Bye, Steve."

"Yeah. Bye."

That's not the turn of the events he saw coming.

He is not buying Byers anything.

Steve has a suspicion this conversation is far from being finished. Like it's the beginning of something way bigger than just a little misunderstanding.

***

The weekend lets him take his mind off certain things. On Saturday morning Steve goes to Indianapolis with his parents. Spends the whole afternoon shopping. Gets himself some new clothes and a black suit a-la Tom Cruise's character in "Risky Business". Nancy has mentioned earlier, she'd like to dress up as .. what's the girl's name .. Lana for Halloween, so.

Well, maybe. Steve isn't even sure where this is all going. He hopes their love will conquer all the unfortunate events life keeps throwing their way.

Steve also visits a special shop in Indianapolis. The kind they don't have in Hawkins. It's a secret though. He'll reveal the secret next week.

He and his parents stay at their big city apartment for the night.

On Sunday Steve drives back to Hawkins alone and calls Tommy. He invites him and Carol over for the evening, they drink some beer, grill burgers in the backyard and shoot the shit. Just like in the old times. When they both start saying some unpleasant stuff about Nancy, Steve tells them to cut the crap which they do, and the evening is alright.

***

Steve wakes up on Monday morning covered in cum, head all fuzzy from a wet dream he's been having at night. He doesn't remember the details, but is was something involving photo cameras, Hargrove's sweaty, heated body grinding on him, and penis-shaped objects.

The same thought has been on Steve's mind for quite a long time now, and this morning seems to be the right time to repeat it.

What.

The.

Fuck.

***

Chapter 5/?

#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove fic #mean steve vs mean billy #harringrove slow burn

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helenofsimblr · 9 months

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Stella: Hi, so you are Catherine?

Cat: Yes. I am. Thanks for answering Lyra's call.

Stella: Not a problem. I understand that your spouse is... different... believe me I understand different, and I believe we can help you regardless. So tell me some details Catherine, just, talk away.

Cat: She's just not the same person I fell in love with. I want to end the relationship, but she's chasing off every lawyer I've tried. I'm out of options and you're my last hope. I have pictures of the damage she did to our home because I wouldn't come home the day the station fell.

Stella makes mmm hmm noises as she listens to Cat on the phone.

Cat: She chased me to Sulani before that, while I was working, made a huge spectacle of herself in front of the Prince.

Stella: Yes, I know... However, her actions are in no way a fault of yours, and Prince Ozen doesn't hold it against you. I assure you.

Cat: He was kind to me and she was awful. She's been like this for a long time, but the changes recently were crazy, she went through some crazy procedure and it made her jealousy unhinged. I'm not sure how to stop her. I just want my clothes and my cat and a restraining order... and that's it. I just want to separate myself from her financially and officially. We're not living together anymore. She's stalking my new residence... starts to sob Police are aware, I've filed reports... I don't know what more I can do...

Stella: Catherine, take a deep breath and get a hold of yourself. You've called me, and you don't need anything else now. I will get you away from that woman. I can't do this case personally due to my forthcoming wedding, but I have somebody who can. She's young, but tenacious. Believe me when I say, your spouse will not manage to intimidate her. And... she's better than I was at her age even.

Cat: *takes in a breath* Ok Ms. Montgomery. I really appreciate your assistance. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding. I feel like I may have met you before, your voice seems so familiar. Thank you again.

Stella: Yes, I feel the same… well, you just stay calm. We are not intimidated by thugs around here. I will have my girl call you in the next couple of weeks, and then, we’re in business. Goodbye for now Cat, and remember, we aren't going to quit.

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 story #Tales From The District #Season Two #collab #crossover #TAC #sparkiekong #Stella #Lyra #Cat #tw divorce

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 2 months

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Solar Opposites: The Misadventures of The Solars Episode #2: Localization F%#ks!

The episode opens with Cooke was busy fixing a drill. *just like Korvo did in the first episode*

Shlorpian Cooke: Dig dang it! *uses the fixer* stupid thing!

Sandra: *an Earth-4 neighbor* Mmm, build better drills Cooke. Work those red arms.

Shlorpian Frankie: Hey! He’s mine you seducing bitch!

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah! Stop addressing me your eyes Sandra! That is fucking creepy!

Human Korvo shows up

Human Korvo: Excuse me, the Replicants missed the bus. Can you take them to school? Terry and I have stuff to do. *notices Sonya is not here and sighs* Where the hell is Sonya?

Sonya is then heard screaming. Human Korvo gasps.

Human Korvo: Sonya?! Hang on Sonya, daddy’s coming.

The rest of the family rushes back inside only to gasp in shock. Sonya is now a replicant, grinning in joy upon seeing her transformation.

Replicant Sonya: This is awesome!

Human Solars: Sonya?

Replicant Sonya: Guys! Guys! I’m a Replicant and I got two toes!

Human Korvo laughs

Human Korvo: Aw, you still look pretty honey. Even as a Replicant. You’re even a Shlorpian just like your dads and older siblings.

Replicant Sonya giggles

Human Terry: Hey come you guys missed the bus? You’re gonna be late!

Replicant Stacy G: We didn’t miss it! They purposely skipped our house!

Human Korvo: I'm sure it was an accident.

Replicant Stacy G: Ugh! The bus driver hates us because I accidentally made an explosion in the sample override with my electric hair groomer!

Replicant Sonya: Can we please go? Home room is when I decided which boy I’m gonna crush on for the day!

Shlorpian Cooke: Seriously?! Does the dog park seem so important to you today?!

Human Terry: Yeah. It's where Korvo and I are gonna have our date.

Human Korvo smiles and blushes.

Shlorpian Cooke: I’m busy.

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: Oh come on Cooke. Don’t be like that.

Shlorpian Cooke: Well one of you guys should be helping me construct our drill!

Human Korvo: Come on Cooke. I just got into dog parks. Terry and I don’t want to miss the labordoodles.

Shlorpian Cooke: Oh is the dog park more important than Nikol Aloid so he can help turn us back to normal!

Human Terry: Uh I don’t know Cooke. Could Nikol Aloid catch a frisbee in the air?

Shlorpian Cooke: You won’t know until we get there! You know sometimes it feels like I’m the only one who is having a terrible time on this planet.

Human Korvo: Well I don’t blame you. I was the one who wanted to land here.

Shlorpian Cooke: Well your stupid scanners didn’t indicate it was craphold without a single redeeming value, Korvo! We have been stranded here for two months! How is that not a problem for all off you? *heads inside the drill*

Human Korvo sighs

Human Korvo: This won’t end well like last time with the drill.

Human Terry: Yeah. It won't...

Shlorpian Cooke started the drill. The drill’s reactions ends up causing devastation around Earth-4 as the residents run for their lives. Shlorpian Cooke made it to the core and uses a claw to grab a sample.

Shlorpian Cooke: *leans the cran over* Okay… alright… come to papa… *suddenly lavas spews into the cockpit* Oh no! No no no no no! *lava burns his legs and screams in pain*

Shlorpian Cooke teleports back to the surface. Earth-4 dogs and Human Pupa appears and starts licking him as Human Korvo and Human Terry gives him a dismayed and annoyed look.

Human Korvo: *deadpanned* I warned ya!

Shlorpian Cooke growls

Shlorpain Randall: Wow! You guys should’ve seen that dog park that looks like the one back on Earth! *looks down at the puppies* You cute puppies love those nubs? You like to like them, yes you do?

Human Terry notices Human Korvo's distress

Human Terry: Korv? What's wrong?

Human Korvo: Hmm?

Human Terry: You look upset. Wanna talk?

Human Korvo sighs sadly and nods. The two human husbands head inside and turn into their Shlorpian forms.

Terry: Honey, are you okay? What is it you want to tell me?

Korvo: I can't believe all this happened...I don't know what to do. It's bad enough I'm pregnant- *covers mouth in shock*

Terry: Wh-what?

Korvo sighs

Korvo: I'm pregnant. I know you're probably mad but-

Terry: *gasp in joy* Oh my God! We’re having a baby! I am so happy for you! *kisses Korvo on the lips as Korvo smiles*

Korvo giggles and moans lovingly

Korvo: Thank you Terry. *sighs* But I am still not giving up hope! I must do whatever it takes to get our friends back to normal!

Terry: That's the Korvo I know.

The two alien husbands kiss again. The scene then cuts to school where the Replicants are walking through the halls.

Replicant Stacy G: You ever have the feeling everyone thinks we're weird.

Human Jesse: Of course not. This school might be better than our old one.

Suddenly, Replicant Stacy G gets hit by a spitball.

Sidney: Go back to Earth, you former human shit!

Human Jesse: Hey! Don’t talk to my GF like that!

Human Yumyulack gets hit by a spit ball

Replicant Sonya: Hey! Don’t do that to my big brother you jerk! *kicks Sidney in the leg*

Sidney: Ow! Why you little psychotic-

Human Jesse then punches Sidney in the nose like violently protective girlfriend and sister she is.

Human Jesse: Fuck off!

Human Yumyulack: Yeah! That’s right! Now get!

Sidney and the rest of the bullies run off in fear.

Replicant Stacy G: Man, is that how you guys felt back on Earth?

Human Jesse: Yep.

Miss Cranberry: Are you humans and Shlorpians fighting the hall? *suddenly reveals to be nicer and sweet* Why don’t you four take anger management class?

The scene then cuts to Replicant Stacy G venting while the human Replicants and Replicant Sonya watch

Replicant Stacy G: And not only did Victoria Limburger humiliate me today at home economics, but she also stole my spot at the spot for voting for prom Queen! *screams in rage and breaks a vase*

Human Jesse smiles as she blushes and sighs lovingly at her girlfriend’s rage.

Human Jesse: I love it when she gets angry…

The scene then cuts back to the house where Shlorpian Cooke’s foot is starting to regrow.

Korvo: *walks in* Looking good.

Shlorpian Cooke: Thanks. *notices Korvo’s pregnant belly* What the fuck happened to you?!

Korvo: Uh...well...

Terry: Korvy is pregnant!

Shlorpian Cooke: What?! How is that-

Korvo: Well to be honest, this is a new thing. There hasn’t been records of this back on Shlorp.

Korvo starts weeping

Terry: Oh honey what’s wrong?

Korvo: *weeping* I've never been pregnant before. I don't know what to do!

Terry: Hey hey shh… it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.

Korvo: *eyes turn aquamarine* NO! IT'S NOT OKAY!

Terry: *gasp* Oh shit honey… *whispering* You eyes.

Korvo gasps and shakes his head, causing his eyes to turn back to normal.

Korvo: *takes a deep breath then his fingertips turning black* Uh… be right back!

Korvo and Terry rush to the bathroom as Korvo falls to his knees

Terry: Honey, are you about to-

Korvo turns black and then grows bigger and muscular as he rips apart his robe after stretching his back. Then, his horns pop out on his head and his voice becomes distorted. After receiving his bat wings, Korvo roars and fully becomes a Super Shlorpian. Then, he breaks down in tears while holding his pregnant belly.

Super Shlorpian korvo: *tearfully* What am I gonna do?!

Terry: Hey it’s okay. The new baby is gonna be amazing and don’t worry. We’ll wait until it is the right time to tell the gang about your Super Shlorpian form. Besides, you know we always wanted to have a baby since we got married…

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yeah...but what if-

Terry: Listen.

Super Shlorpian Korvo sniffles as Terry put his hand on Korvo’s.

Terry: I know things have been happening so fast. And I know you’re having a hard time turning the humans back to normal. But, it’s gonna be okay. With all of the family together, we got this. I don’t know what this new life is gonna bring, but whatever comes, we’ll get through it. Together.

Super Shlorpian Korvo smiles tearfully

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Oh Terry.

The two husbands kiss and moan lovingly as they start having sex. The scene then cuts to the Principal Mowbar’s office where the Replicants are in.

Principal Mowbar: Well, one to be fair, it’s okay for to have sci-fi since this is a free country planet. And two, we are really amazed by your grades.

Replicant Sonya: Wait? So we’re not in trouble?

Principal Mowbar: *chuckles* Of course not.

Miss Cranberry: Well to be honest, it wasn’t fair for these girls to bully you. *gets out a folder* Plus, your grades are really improving. Especially for you three Solar siblings.

Human Jesse smiles.

Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse and Replicant Sonya: Thanks Miss Cranberry.

Miss Cranberry: Plus Jesse, we are very amazed by your report based on your favorite creature… the… Mundane?

Principal Mowbar: Yeah. We haven’t heard about this in awhile. How did you know about this interesting monster?

Human Jesse: Oh… since I was a baby… when I was still a baby, I was playing in my crib…

A flashback plays as baby Jesse plays with her hangar. Terry approaches her.

Terry: Hey there Jesse-bear… how’s my cute baby doing? *tickles baby Jesse’s belly*

Baby Jesse: *coos and touches Terry's face*

Suddenly, Terry hears something and puts baby Jesse down in her crib as she coos. Terry kisses baby Jesse on the forehead and leaves as he runs out of the apartment.

Human Jesse: *voiceover* Suddenly, Terry left. And I was still fiddling around.

An hour later, Baby Jesse is fast asleep. Until, suddenly, baby Jesse heard a growling sound and crawls out her crib and starts crawling.

Human Jesse: *voiceover* An hour passed and Terry still hasn’t come back… *baby Jesse laughs as she tries to reach for her favorite teddy bear* Until, I heard the Mundane!

A roar is heard

Baby Jesse: *gets confused and babbles*

Baby Jesse kept crawling to the teddy as she gets up on the couch and laughs. But then, she heard the roar again.

Human Jesse: *voiceover* I tried to ignore the roaring at first...but then...

Baby Jesse finally reaches for the teddy as she laughs and squeaks it.

Mundane: *roars*

Baby Jesse turns around and sees the Mundane

Baby Jesse: *babbles*

Mundane: *roars*

Baby Jesse: *squeals in joy and starts coming up to it*

The Mundane grunts in confusion

Baby Jesse: *stands up after dropping her teddy bear and starts to stand up as she tries walking towards the Mundane*

The Mundane gasps and picks up Baby Jesse

Baby Jesse: *giggles as she touches the Mundane’s face but then starts getting fussy*

Human Jesse: *voiceover* I started to get fussy but then suddenly, he starts soothing and cradling me…

Mundane: Shh… shh…

Baby Jesse stops crying and whimpers

Mundane: *muffling comforting voice*

The flashback ends

Human Jesse: Then after that, the Mundane was gone and I was suddenly on the floor in Terry’s arms. I never saw the creature again for years.

Miss Cranberry: Very fascinating. It’s great to know you have some guardians to keep an eye on you, especially your parents.

Human Yumyulack: Damn...

Replicant Sonya: Well, should we head out now Principal Mowbar?

Principal Mowbar: *wipes away tears* Yes, you may...

Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Replicant Sonya and Replicant Jesse: Thank you! *leaves the office*

Later with Korvo and Terry

Korvo: *sighs* Should we tell our kids about this?

Terry: When they're ready, okay?

Korvo: *sighs in relief* Okay. Wait that reminds me. We have to tell them about the-

Jesse: *offscreen* Baby?!

The adults turn around and the Replicants are shocked upon seeing Korvo’s pregnant belly.

Korvo: Uh-

Yumyulack: Korvo! You’re pregnant?!

Replicant Stacy G: Holy cow! How?!

Terry: It's complicated...

Yumyulack, Jesse, Replicant Sonya, Pupa and Replicant Stacy G: *adored by cuteness* Aaaaw. You guys are having a baby? So cute. Aw, what a whittle cutie patootie. So cute! Baby!

Korvo chuckles

Korvo: *rubbing his pregnant belly* Yep. That’s right. In a few days, you kids are gonna have a new sibling.

Pupa: *hugs Korvo’s pregnant belly* Baby!

Terry: Hmm… you know I wonder how the others are doing.

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Ms. Perez walking by.

Alien Kid: Move it hippie!

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: Sorry.

Alien Kid: Stupid hippie!

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: Hey! I resent that!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Frankie walking, until two alien women laugh at her while talking secretly about her behind their backs.

Shlorpian Frankie: *annoyed* Aw really funny!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Darcy and Shlorpian Jamie heading to a house until some of the residents insulted them.

Earth-4 Hot Woman: Oh my God! What the fuck are you guys wearing?!

Shlorpian Jamie growls

Earth-4 Hot Guy: Just go to hell you stupid bitch cunts!

Earth-4 Resident: Nobody wants you here!

The Earth-4 Residents starts throwing stuff at Shlorpian Jamie and Shlorpian Darcy as they ran for their lives. The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Louise grocery shopping.

Shlorpian Louise: *to an employee* Excuse me, can you show me where the vegetable isle is?

Employee: Hmph! *walks away*

Shlorpian Louise: Okay…

Then, one by one, Shlorpian Louise tries to talk to the employees.

Shlorpian Louise: Sid? Marsha? Karen? Mikey? Sid? Kirt?! Larry! *breaks down as Shlorpian Trevor comforts her* Won’t someone vouch for me?

The scene cuts back to the house, where Shlorpian Cooke is reading a book while the rest of the Shlorpians came in sadly.

Shlorpian Cooke: Hey, guys. What's going on? Everything-

Shlorpian Frankie: Horrible day. Aliens hates me? *turns to the rest of the Shlorpians* What about you guys?

All: Same.

Shlorpian Randall: Aw man. This being Shlorpian stuff sucks ass. There’s gotta be a way for the town to like us.

Shlorpian Frankie: But how?

Korvo: *offscreen* I know how.

Then the tv starts playing with a commercial for a block party downtown.

Tv Announcer: *on tv* Come on down to the Earth-4 Annual Rock Fest with so many guests, music performances and special accolades for the whole family!

Korvo: Guys! I have an idea that might help all of us-

Shlorpian Cooke: Guys! I just had a crazy idea!

Korvo: Huh?

All: Oooh!

Shlorpian Randall: Let’s hear it!

Shlorpian Cooke: What if we show ourselves off at that party? We could use sci-fi stuff to help impress those guys! People will love us!

Korvo: *horrified and shock* Wait! What?!

Shlorpian Randall: Hey! I think that’s a great idea!

Korvo: What?! No it isn’t it. The last time my family and I did that, it ended in disaster!

Shlorpian Cooke: Oh that’s bullshit! I’m sure everything will be fine Korvo. Sometimes, your sci-fi shenigans backfire! But they always work out in the end.

Korvo groans in frustration

Korvo: Fine! But if a huge disaster happens at the festival and all hell breaks loose, don’t come crying to me.

Shlorpian Cooke: Thanks Korv. Let’s do this guys!

All: Yeah.

Solars and Replicant Stacy G: Oh boy.

Later, Korvo is in his room crying while rubbing his pregnant belly softly while looking at opened locket with a picture of Replicant Janiz holding baby Korvo. Terry comes in.

Terry: Hey honey. You feeling okay?

Korvo: NO!

Terry: Hey hey. Easy boo. Can you please tell me why?

Korvo: BECAUSE! THE OTHER'S ARE GONNA DO SOMETHING RECKLESS AND WON'T LISTEN TO ME!

Korvo breathes in and out as he then breaks down in tears while clenching the locket.

Terry: Oh Korvo... *had an idea* Will sex help?

But then, Terry notices the locket in Korvo’s hand with the picture and gasp.

Terry: Korvy… is that… you when you were a baby with your sister?

Korvo nods

Korvo: I just… I just… I JUST MISS HER SO MUCH! *breaks down in tears while rubbing his pregnant belly*

Terry: Hey hey. It's okay...

Terry consoles Korvo as he continues crying.

Terry: Shh… sh… it’s okay Korvy… I’m here…

Terry notices Korvo's fingertips going black.

Terry: Uh Korv… YOUR FINGERS! LOOK?

Korvo gasps

Korvo: No! Not again!

Korvo’s skin turns black as he grows bigger and muscular and rips apart his clothes as he roars once his wings and horns pop out. He suddenly moans in pleasure

Terry: K-Korvy?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *moans lovingly* I feel so goooooooood.

Terry: *blushes* Holy shit...

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *seductively walks towards Terry* Oh Terry-bear, this beast needs to be tamed…

Terry: Uh...why? *nervous chuckle*

Suddenly Terry realized what Korvo meant and grows smitten.

Terry: Oh ho ho. Korvo, *had his clothes taken off by Korvo* you dirty slut.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Come here you!

Super Shlorpian Korvo then dominates Terry as they moan lovingly.

Terry: *moans* Yes! Take me away! *moans* Take me to mound town, you beautiful shimmering blue bitch!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *moans* Yes! Feel it my sexy Terry-bear! *moans lovingly*

Terry: Ooooooh! I’m getting fucking close! *moans*

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yes! Oh yes! Me too!

The two alien husband cum as they moan lovingly and kiss each other on the lips while moaning. Super Shlorpian Korvo flaps his wings.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Thanks for being there for my handsome Terrybear!

Terry laughs

Terry: Anytime Korvy…

The two husbands kiss as Korvo turns back to normal

Korvo: *moans in relief* That’s much better… *rubbing his pregnant belly*

Korvo smiles tearfully because the baby will be born soon

Korvo: *smiles tearfully; to his pregnant belly* Hey there lil sweetheart… I can’t wait to see you soon.

Terry: Me neither...

The two husbands kiss as they moan lovingly. The scene then cuts to the festival where the Shlorpians get ready.

Shlorpian Frankie: I am so excited!

Shlorpian Louise: I know! This is our chance to finally it in!

Korvo watches from the distance and sighs

Korvo: Oh boy… this won’t end well…

We then cut to the festival

Shlorpian Cooke: Alright guys, just like we planned!

All: Right!

Then hilarity ensues. First, Shlorpian Ms. Perez tries to talk to the local while making a strange sci-fi cocktail. But then it starts spewing

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: Oh shit, sorry!

The glass exploded as it knocks towards a BBQ Grill that started a fire!

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: That's not good.

Then, the scene cuts to the music performance where Shlorpian Cooke interrupted the audience.

Shlorpian Cooke: Hey Earth-4! If you love this performance, check this out!

Shlorpian Cooke uses the crystal ray but then it a hits a giant wooden warrior that turns into a crystal and shatters into pieces. The audience’s flame torches go out upon this reaction and they all turn to Shlorpian Cooke, Shlorpian Trevor and Shlorpian Randall in fury.

Shlorpian Cooke: Uh...

Shlorpian Randall: *tries to cool things down* Hey! Let’s hear it for the song… “Closing Time”!

The audience starts yelling angrily. The audience then forms into a mob as they summon weapons and jeers at the three human men turn Shlorpians.

Shlorpian Trevor: Oh shit.

Shlorpian Randall: Fucking run?

Shlorpian Cooke: Oh hell yeah! Fucking run!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Frankie trying to fix a broken carousel.

Shlorpian Frankie: Alright… almost there… just have to get the screw loose and-

Suddenly, the screw comes out and it hits a fruit punch truck that explodes into the senior home.

Senior Home Staff Member: Alright seniors, *opens the window* Let’s open these windows so the world can see your nice white clothes.

The fruit punch flood heads into the senior home as the seniors gets caught it in. The scene then cuts to a janitor who is mopping as the fruit flood spills out punch, but ignores it because he is listening to music. The scene then cuts an old man finishing a memoir in red ink.

Old Man Alien: Oh, it’s finally finished. A memoir of my life, written in red ink. *fruit punch flood comes in and covers up the memoir* Oh… barnacle chips.

Shlorpian Louise: *looks at the destruction of the flood* Uh… Frankie?

Shlorpian Frankie notices the destruction and gasps

Shlorpian Frankie: Oh…. Shit.

Old Woman Alien: Get them!

The senior aliens form a mob that attack the humans turned Shlorpians

Shlorpian Frankie: Fucking run guys!

The Shlorpians kept running as fast as they can as the mob kept throwing stuff at them.

Shlorpian Cooke: Aw man, is this how the Solars felt?!

Shlorpian Frankie: I think so.

Shlorpian Randall: Aw man, forget eating like a local! Forget partying like a local! We should’ve have listen to Korvo!

Shlorpian Louise sighs.

Shlorpian Louise: Yep. This our life now.

Suddenly... The Shlorpians see a ship crashing near their house and gasp.

Shlorpian Cooke: What the fuck? Is that a spaceship?!

Shlorpian Trevor: I think so. Let’s follow it and- *screams one of the mob throws a bottle at him but luckily he dodged it*

The Shlorpians arrive at the ship.

Human Korvo: *arriving with his family* What’s going on?!

Shlorpian Louise: We're being chased!

Shlorpian Randall: Today was horrible! We try to fit in better, but we fucked things up!

Human Terry: Don't worry. I got this.

Human Terry heads out and decided to deal with the mob.

Human Terry: SHUT IT!

The mob is silence. Human Terry breathes heavily.

Human Terry: What the fuck is wrong with you people?! I know these Shlorpians screw up but, they were just trying to fit in on this planet ever since they came here. Just like me and my family did? I know what they did was wrong but, they were just trying to make Earth-4 feel like home. You should all be ashamed of yourselves! So what are you gonna do about it?!

Mob Member: Well-

Suddenly, the door opens from the ship as it reveals a purple Shlorpian that surprisingly looks like Korvo. Human Korvo turns around and gasps.

Human Korvo: It-it can’t be… Janiz?

Human Yumyulack: Auntie Janiz?

Janiz: Korvo? Is that you? What happened to you?

Human Korvo burst into tears of joys and embrace his big sister while the Shlorpians grow surprised. Human Terry smiles.

Human Korvo: *sniffles* I-I thought I lost you forever…

Janiz: I'm so glad you're alive...

Shlorpian Louise: Wait. Korvo, you know this Shlorpian?

Human Korvo: Yeah, she's my sister.

The Shlorpians froze in shock and surprise

Shlorpians: YOUR WHAT?!

Then, a pink AI appears.

Pink AI: *sing-songy* Hello!

Human Korvo: *gasps* EVA?!

EVA: Korvo! You’re here and… *notices Korvo’s human form* wow. You look different since the last time I saw you.

Human Korvo: Thanks. I learnt to shapeshift when I was on Earth...

Human Jesse turns to face the mob with an angry expression

Human Jesse: ALL OF YOU! JUST GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!

The mob leaves in fear as Human Terry puts a hand on Human Jesse's shoulder

Human Terry: Nice going honey.

Human Jesse smiles and turns back into her Shlorpian form

Jesse: Thanks daddy.

Jesse hugs Human Terry, who turns back into his Shlorpian form. Then, the scene cuts back to Janiz overjoyed to see her brother again while AISHA appears. The rest of the family turns into their Shlorpian forms.

AISHA: Hey dummies. What up and- *recognizes EVA and gasp* EVA?! You’re here?!

EVA: Hey, cous!

AISHA smiles in tears of joy and laughs as she embraces her cousin.

AISHA: Oh God, I missed you so much.

EVA: D'aw, I missed you too!

Then, Janiz notices Yumyulack.

Janiz: Yumyulack?! *squeals in joy* Oh my god! *hugs Yumyulack tightly but carefully* Look how big you grown! I haven’t seen you since you were a baby!

Yumyulack *laughs* Good to see you too!

Janiz then gasp in joy upon seeing Terry, Jesse and the Pupa.

Janiz: Oh my God. Is this your lifemate?

Terry blushes and smiles

Korvo: Terry is more than actually. He is also my husband.

Korvo shows his wedding ring

Janiz: *gasp in joy and hugs Terry* Then that makes you my handsome brother in law. Thank you for taking care of my little brother.

Terry: *laughs* Anytime.

Jesse: Yay! *hugs Janiz* I always wanted a aunt! Hi Auntie Janiz! I’m your niece!

Janiz laughs. Then, Janiz sees Replicant Sonya holding Pupa.

Janiz: Oh and who is this Replicant holding your Pupa?

Replicant Sonya: Oh, I'm not a replicant. I'm a human who turned into a replicant. I'm Sonya, by the way.

Janiz: Wait? What?!

Korvo: Oh don’t worry. That’s actually your human niece and our daughter, Sonya. We adopted her.

Janiz gasps.

Janiz: As in… I’m an aunt?! Again?! *hugs Replicant Sonya, who giggles* Oh my God! I can’t believe I got a brother-in-law, a niece, human niece and a baby nephew! *notices the other Shlorpians* Wait, who are these other Shlorpians?

Shlorpian Cooke: We were humans too. *laughs nervously*

Janiz: What?! You guys were once humans?! What happened?!

Shlorpian Cooke: Some crazy woman stole samples of your brother and your family’s blood DNA and created a powerful mist that turned us into Shlorpians!

Janiz gasps

Shlorpian Phoebe: Oh and hey. I’m your family’s nanny Phoebe. I was human once too.

Janiz: Oh no. I am so sorry.

Shlorpian Phoebe: It's okay.

Shlorpian Frankie: We don’t even know who that woman is but luckily Korvo is finding a way to turn us back, which is very hard because that woman took all of his testings. So we have to live here now until we can be humans again.

Shlorpian Randall: We can’t even go back to Earth. The rest of the humans hates us now.

Janiz sighs

Janiz: Well as long as I am here, mind if EVA and I live with you guys?

Korvo smiles tearfully and hugs Janiz

Korvo: *crying with happiness* Of course you can. Welcome home Janiz.

Janiz smiles

Janiz: Thank you lil bro…

Later, Korvo and Terry are in bed. Korvo is reading Vogue.

Korvo: Very interesting story.

Korvo suddenly goes into labor

Korvo: *breathing in and out* Whoa. I think my water just broke.

Terry: What?! Shit! JANIZ! KIDS! GET IN HERE! HURRY!

Janiz and the kids came in.

Janiz: Korvo! What’s wrong?!

Korvo: JANIZ! KIDS! THE BABY’S COMING!

Terry: Korvo's in labor!

Janiz and the kids gasp.

Janiz: Don’t worry little bro! I’m here!

Korvo starts crying out in pain

Korvo: *breathing in and out as he started pushing* Oh god! Oh god! *cries out in pain*

Jesse: Come on, Korvo! Push!

Korvo: *grunting as he keeps pushing*

Yumyulack: Do it! You got this!

Korvo snaps

Korvo: OH GOOOOOOOD! *almost there* FUUUCK! IT HURRRTTTSSS! AAAAAAAAH!

Janiz: I see the head!

Korvo: *about to finish pushing* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

Suddenly, a baby crying is heard

Korvo: *gasp as tears fall form his eyes* Is that… our baby?

Janiz picks up the baby who is still crying

Janiz: Congratulations, it’s a beautiful girl!

Korvo laughs with tears in his eyes

Korvo: *reaching out for the baby* Oh, come to daddy!

Janiz hands the baby to Korvo

Korvo: Hey there sweetie…

The baby stops crying when she sees Korvo

Terry: Aw Korvy, she’s looking at you…

Korvo: She’s like a beautiful flowery sprouted with hope… I think we should name her Lili.

Terry: *sniffles* I love it.

Lili: *babbling as he touches Terry’s face*

Terry laughs

Terry: Welcome to the world Lili Solar-Opposites…

Korvo: *tears of joy* Oh Terry! I'm so happy!

Terry: *tears of joy* So am I.

The two alien husbands kiss while moaning

Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa and Sonya: *falling in love with their new baby sister* Aaaw…

The next morning, Korvo and Terry are sleeping with Lili sleeping between them

Lili: *cooing while sleeping*

Terry wakes up and yawns. He looks at Korvo and Lili sleeping and smiles.

Terry: Good morning…

Korvo: Mmm… good morning darling.

Korvo kisses Terry on the cheek

Lili: *coos*

Terry: Hey, Lili. *kisses Lili on the forehead*

Lili: *giggling*

Korvo: Ready to start the day?

Terry: *picks up Lili* Hell yeah I am!

Korvo and Terry kiss on the lips and head out. Terry then hands Lili over to Korvo as he smiles while Korvo starts chatting with the kids. But then, an orange colored flashback vision appears with monster sounds.

Terry: *terrified by the vision* Wh-wha?!

The monster is then seen hanging while baby Jesse is seen crying.

Terry: *breathing in and out as he suddenly sees the Mundane*

Terry screams as the vision stops. Korvo gasps and runs to his husband's side.

Korvo: Terry? It’s okay! I’m here *calms down Terry with a hug as Terry smiles and calms down* You poor thing. You must be facing a termoil. It’s okay… I’m here…

Terry: You're warm.

Korvo: Of course I am. Don’t worry Terry, there’s nothing to be scared of. Whatever comes, we’ll get through it. Together.

Terry: Thanks Korvy…

The two alien husbands kiss. Then, Korvo heads to the kids, who are playing with Lili. Terry then starts to grow nervous.

Terry: *to himself* What's wrong with me?

THE END?

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