#also joy I know you sent this same one but I gotchu I have another idea

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sentence prompts: #39 Taang!

Ooooo such a good one! And there are so many opportunities with this prompt haha. Thanks for asking as always! 

Some dunebaby context for those that need it:

Lin = 12; Gyatso = 7 ish; Suyin = 6 ish; Kenji = 2.5  

And I made a cut because it’s kind of long so, sorry/not ~that~ sorry about it lmao.

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Taang - #39 - “They are so your children”

They were just trying to have a nice cup of tea together.

Why they thought they could do in silence was beyond them.

Just as Toph and Aang filled their cups, they heard a commotion outside, likely due to their kids complaining about something.

“Mama!”

Toph raised an eyebrow and turned in her seat to hear what Suyin was whining about this time. Multiple quickened heartbeats ran into the kitchen in a small cluster, and Toph had a feeling an argument was about to ensue.

“Mama,” Suyin began again. She huffed and stomped right up to Toph’s chair and had her arms crossed over her chest. “Please tell Gyatso that earthbending is way cooler than airbending.”

“Yeah!” Kenji yelled, and Toph let out a small snort. The two and a half year old didn’t quite grasp the concept yet that he was an airbender (even though he showed signs of airbending since he was one).

“Mama,” Gyatso said loudly. “please tell Suyin that it doesn’t matter which one is better, but that it is obviously airbending!”

“Why would Mama agree with you?” Suyin asked. “She’s an earthbender!”

Gyatso paused, noticing the flaw in his argument point. He then yelled, “Dad! Please tell Suyin and Kenji and Mama that airbending is better!”

“Oh I’m not getting into this argument.”

“Lin!” Gyatso turned to face his sister, who was sitting on the couch trying to read a book. “You were telling me the other day you wanted to be an airbender!”

“What?” Toph asked. “Since when?”

“I didn’t say that, I just said that it would be cool to fly on my own,” Lin explained, not even bothering to look up.

“Whatever!” Suyin tossed her hand in the air. “Lin’s opinion is lily-livered like yours, G!”

“Yeah, livered!” Kenji exclaimed. Both Aang and Toph chuckled. The ‘lily’ part of the insult never caught on for Kenji, and the whole family found it amusing that he ran around calling people just that. Livers.

But Kenji’s cry of agreement made Toph notice something. “Wait, why are you covered in dirt, Kenji?”

“It’s my coat of earth, Mama,” he explained. “For earthbending fighting.”

Toph nodded. Hard to argue with that logic.

“Anyway,” Suyin interrupted. “It’s clear to me and just about everyone here that earthbending is better! So you can chew on a rock, Geo!”

“Hey!” Gyatso protested. “Only Mama gets to call me that!”

“Only earthbenders get to call you that!”

Gyatso huffed, “Well, it doesn’t matter, because I can still beat you in a fight.”

“Oh yeah?” Suyin roared.

“Yeah! Lin knows—”

“—Do not pull me into this, G,” Lin whined.

“Mama,” Suyin grumbled. “You know better than anyone. Tell Gyatso that I’m a better fighter!”

“No, tell Su that I am!” Gyatso yelled.

A silence fell over the family for just a moment as Toph made her verdict. Now, if she were to be honest with her children, she would say that earthbending is leaps and bounds better than airbending, and that Suyin would probably win a fight. Not because of her element alone, but because she was already a natural fighter. Suyin and Kenji both were.

But, she couldn’t outright call the verdict, so there was only one other way to settle the argument objectively.

Toph took a deep breath. “There’s only one way to settle this,” she began, then pausing for dramatic effect. Everyone in the room held their breath, even though they all knew what she was going to say.

“Earth Rumble Fight!” she roared. “You two,” pointed to her middle children. “Out in the yard, first person on their butt is the loser of this fight.”

Groans and roars of excitement filled the kitchen, and the three little ones ran back outside to duel it out (or watch the duel, in Kenji’s case). Toph pointed a finger at Lin. “Badgermole. Can you go watch your siblings and make sure they don’t kill each other?”

Lin let out a grumble and shut her book dramatically, then stomped out into the yard to referee the match. Toph turned back in her seat to sip her tea, and found Aang silently laughing his ass off in his seat. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he replied in between fits of giggles. “It’s just that, they are so your children.”

Toph couldn’t help but join in, because it was true. They were all rather stubborn and rowdy and sassy. Mini copies of Toph Beifong’s attitude, and whether or not that was good or bad was to be determined. But it sure made for a fun and loud household. “And you love us for it,” she replied.

Aang smiled and got up from his seat to kiss her. “That I do.” The two smiled and fell silent for just a moment, and they couldn’t stand it. 

Why they even wanted silence to begin with was beyond them.

“Wanna watch them fight?”

Toph stood up excitedly. “Fuck yes!”

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The Parent Trap (Biadore) [Chapter 3] - Henny

A/N: Hello, Loves! I’m back at it again, writing at 3AM. Once again, your comments never fail to make me smile and inspire me to keep writing this. I’ve written multiple fandoms with the same plot but never seem to finish it. But because of y’all, I think this will be the first one ever. Also, to that lovely anon, I gotchu, Babe! Also, I decided to name the camp after my Theatre workshop in honour of rehearsals this month <3

P.S Just to clarify it. Roy doesn’t want to expose Nerissa to his past life, so Bianca Del Rio in this story is basically dead and forgotten (until she resurrected). Nerissa doesn’t know about drag culture BUT she’s not that clueless. Also, Portia calls them ‘Aunt’ if in Drag and ‘Uncle’ if out of drag.  

Enjoy!

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Nerissa bustled through the crowd, each scream and laughter seemed to get louder as she tried to find someone, the moderator of the camp in particular. She spotted a woman with dark hair on top of the platform with a megaphone pressed to her lips.

“WELCOME, CAMPERS! I’M SO GLAD TO SEE NEW AND FAMILIAR FACES WITH US THIS YEAR. PLEASE GET YOU–”

“Oops, I’m sorry!” A male voice gasped after he sent the smaller girl tumbling to the ground. Nerissa groaned as she stood up, brushing the dirt off of her jeans and denim jacket. She looked at the boy in front of her who smiled sheepishly. She sighed and shook her head with a smile. Be nice. Her dad’s voice was so loud in her head.

“It’s alright! Hello, I’m Nerissa Haylock.” She introduced herself, a hand stretched out formally. The guy’s shoulders relaxed as he reached out for her hand, returning her smile.

“Aaron Hernandez.” He replied. So far, so good, right? She thought.

“Nice to meet you. I’m kinda new here.” Nerissa shrugged, an unsure smile gracing her features.

“Oh! It’s your first time in Repertory? You’re going to have a blast! It’s my sister’s first time, too. So, we can all be together.” Aaron beamed as he pulled the girl beside him. The girl looked a lot like Aaron, with dark hair and light eyes, except his sister had large glasses to frame her face.

“Hey, I’m Alex.” She smiled shyly and ducked her head under her brother’s arms.

“Ugh, this is why you’ll never find your own friends.” Aaron groaned, prying his sister’s hands off of him. Alex pouted up at her brother and looked extremely offended, but decided not to fight back.

“Don’t listen to him, Alex. We’ll be the bestest friends!” Nerissa proclaimed, grabbing Alex’s arm. Alex smiled sweetly and pushed her glasses up her nose. Aaron dropped his jaw in mock offense but smiled nonetheless, glad his sister made a new friend. Nerissa bent down to grab her bags, but Aaron shook his head and offered to carry her bags.

“Are you sure?” Nerissa asked as Aaron lifted her bags in his arms.

“It’s no problem, really. I’m a strong man!” He said, flexing his free arm, causing the two girls to roll their eyes.

“Gay, though.” Alex remarked and Nerissa giggled, pushing back a stray her on her face. Aaron stuck out his tongue which his sister threw back at him.

“HEY! There’s no correlation between my strength and my sexuality. Just because I bat for the other team, doesn’t mean I can’t lift, BRAH.” He sassed, snapping his fingers in a zigzag motion and Alex rolled her eyes again.

“You play Football, not baseball. See? You don’t even know sports!” She teased. Nerissa laughed at the two siblings’ banter. It was nice knowing that she had new friends without them knowing who her dad was and what he did for a living and how much money he earns.

“ALRIGHT, CAMPERS! YOU HAVE A LONG DAY TOMORROW SO I HOPE YOU ALL MANAGED TO FIND YOUR CABINS AND GET SETTLED IN! DINNER WILL BE SERVED IN 30 MINUTES!”

“Ooh, shit… I still don’t know my cabin!” Nerissa whined. Alex pulled her towards the bulletin board and squealed when she saw Nerissa’s name above her brother’s name.

“Damn, you read fast.” Nerissa commented as she read her name on the piece of paper. “I’m in the Winds Cabin.” She said out loud. Alex and Aaron both leaped in joy and shook her excitedly.

“We’re in the same cabin! We’re in the same cabin!” They chanted as they dragged her off to their cabin.

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Portia was putting her stuff away with the help of Brian, the boy she had helped out earlier. Ironically, the three kids ended up being in the same cabin. Taffy situated herself on the top bunk with Portia in the bottom bunk. Brian decided to occupy the single bed beside theirs and everything worked out fine.

“Porshieeee, come on, let’s go!” Taffy whined as she slammed the screen door over and over again to get the other girl’s attention.

“First of all, ew, Porshie. Second, can you chill for a sec? I need to get my shit together.” Portia rolled her eyes as the girl plopped herself on Portia’s bed. She brought out a framed picture of the Adore, Bianca, and Courtney and placed it on top of dresser beside her.

“You’re SOO obsessed with Drag Queens.” Brian commented as he placed another framed photo of her six years old self with her Aunt Raja and Aunt Raven.

“Well, they’re kinda my family. So, it’s not an obsession, it’s love. Ohana.” Portia smiled fondly as she straightened the pictures on her dresser. One of her with Adore on stage, one with her Aunt Katya during Thanksgiving, one with her Uncle Aaron and Uncle Justin in Disneyland.

“Your dad is a drag queen?” Taffy asked, eyebrow raised, looking at the photos laid out in front of her. Portia’s heart started beating faster. This was it. They were going to judge her dad and her, stop being her friend, probably tell everyone about it and destroy her chances of actually making new friends.

“Yes.” She answered, not conveying the nervousness in her voice. Her defense mechanism, which is to read people to filth, started to prepare for the incoming slaughter of rude comments and homophobic slurs.

“Oh, that’s so cool! Which one is he?” Taffy squealed excitedly, crawling forward to have a better look

That, well, wasn’t the response she was expecting. At all. She smiled in relief before pointing out Adore in the picture with Bianca and Courtney.

“What the fuck?” Taffy exclaimed with a face Portia could only describe as sour. Her heart started to beat faster again.

“Why is she hotter than me? That’s so unfair!” Taffy complained as she stared at Adore in the picture. Portia loved that photo of her dad for many reasons. Not only because Bianca was there, but also that’s the happiest picture of Danny before Portia era. She has never seen her Dad with that kind of smile with anyone else rather than her.

“Did you just call my dad hot?” Portia asked with a fake disgusted face because she knows Adore is hot, there’s no denying that.

“Dude, that’s so wrong.” Brian wheezed, flailing his arms as he tried to regain his composure.

“Yeah, perv!” Portia added as Taffy laughed, her face pressed against the mattress. The three continued to laugh but piped down as a few more people joined in the cabin. Introductions and smiles were shared before everyone started to head out for dinner.

“Come on, guys. Let’s go eat!” Brian said as he slipped on his jacket, so did the girls, and they all walked to cafeteria.

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When Nerissa and her friends entered their cabin, they were greeted by their cabin mates who sweetly helped her fix her stuff and settle in.

“Thanks, guys. I can handle it from here.” Nerissa beamed as she motioned to a smaller bag. Her cabin mates all bid her a goodbye, except Alex and Aaron who decided to stay and wait for her. Nerissa brought out a couple of her sketchpads and art materials, and neatly placed them on the bedside table. She also brought out a picture of her and her dad when they went to London and a photo of just her dad.

“It’s kinda creepy to have a photo of your dad sleeping.” Aaron commented as he stared at the sleeping-Roy Haylock in the picture, hugging a dog.

“Well, if you see how stress he is everyday, you’ll be glad to see him finally resting. That’s why I took it in the first place.” Nerissa shrugged.

“What does he do?” Alex inquired. Nerissa didn’t like telling people what her Dad does for a living. Not because she was ashamed or anything, FAR from that. She didn’t like it because people always ask for favors and RH Designs is well known all over the world. Everyone knows how much RH dresses cost and it isn’t exactly very wallet-friendly.

“He makes dresses.” Yeah, that’s good. Vague, which is better.

“Wait. WAIT. You mean to tell me that your dad is Roy Haylock?” Alex gaped and so did Aaron. Not so subtle.

“Umm. Yeah.” She half-smiled with a shrug. Alex grabbed the frame and stared at the Roy’s face while Aaron just squealed louder.

“OH MY DADDY! HE’S SO HOT! Bye, Mrs. Haylock! I’m going to be your new mom, Riz! ” She screamed as she held the frame close to her heart. Nerissa laughed and pried the photo out of Alex’s arm, the difference ten minutes makes.

“You have no one to compete with, but good luck with winning my dad’s heart. He’s gay.” Nerissa laughed, placing the photo back in its place.

“WELL, IN THAT CASE, MOVE OVER SISTER! Come to Momma, Rizzy!” Aaron held out his arms to Nerissa who groaned and laughed at the same time.

“EWWWW! STOP MAKING IT WEIRD!” She whined but stepped into Aaron’s arms, still. Aaron hushed her and stroked her hair.

“Don’t worry, Rizzy. Momma’s here.” He whispers as he sways them a bit.

“GROSS!!! STOP!!!”” Nerissa started to hit Aaron’s arms playfully. Aaron laughed out loud and caught Nerissa’s hand to lessen the impact of her hands.

“Rizzy, that’s no way to treat your new mom!” He scolded despite him trying to regain his breathing.

“Guys, you promise not to tell though? I don’t want anyone to treat me as some rich kid.” Nerissa said, suddenly serious.

“We promise.” The two said, holding out their pinkies. Nerissa double pinky-swore and the three of them crossed their hearts.

“I think that’s our calling.” Nerissa spoke after Alex’s stomach grumbled loudly. “Come on, Mom. Let’s go eat.” She continue, pulling Aaron and Alex towards the cafeteria.

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Portia grabbed a tray and started to wait in line. The food looked appetizing, at least. She grabbed a plate of Mac and Cheese along with a slice of Hawaiian pizza. She also grabbed a juice box and a slice of mango from the plate.

“Porsche, smell this. How is this edible?” Brian brought up a small plastic bowl filled with what seems like firm gelatin. She sniffed the substance and her nostrils were filled with the scent of cherries.

“It smells good!” She exclaimed, grabbing the plastic bowl from Brian and placed it on her tray.

“You’re disgusting. It smells like that bathroom cleaner.” He shudders at the thought of the smell. Portia rolled her eyes playfully.

“Oh, please. You’d drink that.” She snorted and Brian muttered a quick “True” before giggling to himself.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. I just got to have a scoop of these strawberries, freshly picked from our gardens. Would you like some?” An elderly woman, who she assumed is the head of everything, offered Portia a cup of strawberries.

“I would love some, but I’m allergic.” She answered before rushing to leave, not wanting to continue the conversation. She settled herself beside Taffy who looked at her tray in disgust.

“Pineapple on Pizza? You’re gross.”

“Pizza is pizza, Hoe. Shut up!” She stuck her tongue out before taking a big obvious bite of her pizza.

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Nerissa laughed as Aaron kept putting stuff on her tray.

“Motherhood suits you.” She commented, amused but, when he reached for the pizza, she stopped him.

“There’s no way, you’re going to feed that to me. Not today, Satan. Not today. Not ever.” She said with an eyebrow raised, she stepped forward hoping to get a piece of mango from the plate.

“–Allergic, well that’s too bad, dear. How about you? Would you like some?” It took Nerissa a few minutes to realize that the older woman was now talking to her. She smiled sweetly before reaching out to accept the bowl the woman offered.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” The lady pulled her hand back which caused Nerissa to take a step back in shock.

“Didn’t you just say you were allergic?” The older woman asked skeptically, looking intensely into Nerissa’s eyes.

“Um… No?” She answered, sounding unsure herself. She accepted the bowl again and rushed off to where Alex was to tell her what just happened.

“Oh, well, alright. Here you go. You gotta excuse the old ga– Now where did she go?”

“Who?” Aaron piped up, looking at the woman who jumped in her place. She looked at him in horror before leaving the spot.

“Well, that was rude.” Aaron pouted as he got some strawberries.

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Morning were filled with various activities and Portia had to take a few breathers to actually finish all of her activities. After lunch, there was an impromptu talent competition. She swaggered to the counselor and asked if she could partake in the activity. The counselor, Margaret was all too happy to put her name down. She hopped to stage and watched as people gathered around her. She has always loved performing, something she shares with her dad.

“Hello, everyone! My name is Portia and I’ll be rapping: Super Bass by Nicki Minaj.” Everyone cheered her on. She felt her heart swell with love as she felt all of the support from the people around her.

“This one is for the boys with the booming system Top down, AC with the cooling system When he come up in the club, he be blazin’ up Got stacks on deck like he savin’ up

And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill He cold, he dope, he might sell —-. He always in the air, but he never fly coach He a mother—– trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip That’s the kind of dude I was lookin’ for And yes you’ll get slapped if you’re lookin’ —-.

I said, excuse me, you’re a hell of a guy I mean my, my, my, my you’re like pelican fly I mean, you’re so shy and I’m loving your tie You’re like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up

Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin’ away Beating like a drum and it’s coming your way Can’t you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? You got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that’s the super bass You got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass—-”

When she finished the song, everyone went crazy and screamed so loud. She took a bow and took in the applause from the people around her. After a few minutes, Margaret steps on stage and announces that the judges were about to deliberate and there was only five minutes left to join. She knew she got this in the bag, her cheers were deafening. No one could possibly be courageous enough to perform last minute.

“Ooh! HER! HER! She wants to perform!” Voices from the back exclaimed.

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Nerissa just ended her props making activity which was to make masks for the Masquerade scene in Phantom of the Opera. It was rather silly, but she really loved the mask she made which was the mask dipped in gold glitter. Her squad decided to feel their Phantom fantasy and wore it around the whole day.

“–There is only five minutes left. If you still want to perform, you better do it now.” She heard the counselor announce.

“What’s this for?” She asked and tried to peer over the large amount of people.

“Oh, it’s for the Talent competition. You should try it out!” Aaron urged and soon she was in the middle of Hurricane Hernandez.

“Ooh! HER! HER! She wants to perform!” Everyone faced the trio in the back and cheered. Nerissa smiled sheepishly and muttered a “thanks a lot” to the two. She was guided to stage and she took the mic that the lady offered. She wasn’t fond of performing for a large amount of crowd. Usually, it was just for her Dad and Uncle Shane.

“Um, Hi. I’m going to sing I Dreamed a Dream from Les Mis.” The music started and everyone went quiet at the serenity of the song. Was that a good thing?

“I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high and life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame”

She sang the crescendo, landing each and every note perfectly.

“He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came”

And still I dream he’ll come to me That we will live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I’m living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.”

For a minute, no one uttered a single sound. Nerissa felt so embarrassed and her cheeks started to turn pink. But, before she could burst out crying and run away, a massive uproar of cheers, whistles and hoots rang in her ears.  

“Woah, okay. That was quite a show! In a few minutes, the judges will announce the winner. So, may I please call on all of the participants to step on the stage while waiting.”

A few girls and boys stepped on the stage, but Nerissa was still jumpy after her performance so she didn’t notice them standing beside her.

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When Margaret returned, index card in hand. Portia started to shake a bit in nervousness. The girl before her was good, but not that good. So, she still probably has this in the bag. Probably.

She didn’t bother listening to the results that didn’t matter.

“In second place, we have… Portia!” She couldn’t believe what she heard. Second? You have got to be kidding me! She smiled tightly as she received the little trophy.

“And our grand winner is Nerissa!” The crowd cheered as Nerissa smiled shyly as she accepted the bigger trophy. It wasn’t fair!

“Come on now kids, congratulate each other. Shake hands.” Margaret encouraged. Nerissa reached out to congratulate all of the participants, so did Portia, except when Nerissa approached her, Portia crossed her arms.

“I would prefer to see the person behind the mask.” There was a hidden meaning to it, but Nerissa didn’t push further. She bent down to reach the ribbon that held her mask in place. When she took it off, everyone gasped.

Green eyes reflected green eyes. Nerissa wanted to faint and Portia wanted to run away. This isn’t real. Portia said to herself.

“Come on, girls. Shake hands.” Margaret urged, shock still very evident in her voice. She hushed a few of the people in the crowd who kept muttering “they look alike.”

Portia reached out a hand to Nerissa who accepted it. When their fingers touch, it felt like there was some kind of energy there. Static, that’s normal. Nerissa noted. She stared at the girl, still can’t put her mind around it.

“Why is everyone staring? Can you all please like leave? It’s really uncomfortable” Portia asked nervously, looking around at all of the blank faces. They slowly started to dissipate and soon it was just the two girls and their respective friends.

“Can’t you see it?” Nerissa asked in disbelief. Portia’s defenses started to build up again, she crossed her arms.

“See what?”

“The resemblance between us.” Nerissa answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world– it was.

“Resemblance? Between you and me?” Portia laughed humorlessly which confused Nerissa a lot.

“Hmm, okay. Let me see, turn sideways” Portia instructed. Rolling her eyes, Nerissa humored the girl.

“Now, the other way.” Portia said seriously, really taking her time to analyze Nerissa. Reading time, this is going to be fun; Portia smirked.

“Well, your eyes are so much farther than mine. Your ears are, well, hello, Dumbo!” Portia laughed as Nerissa consciously touched her ears.

“Also, invest in some braces, if you can afford it. Your nose, too. If you can afford it.” The girl continued. Alex and Aaron appeared behind Nerissa.

“Want me to deck her for ya?” Alex threatened with her fists raised.

“Shut up, Oompa Loompa. I’m not quite finished yet. You want to know the real difference between us?” Portia raised a finger to shut Alex up which made Nerissa really pissed off.

“Let me see…” Nerissa looked thoughtful for a moment, mocking Portia’s words earlier.

“I have talent and you don’t? OR I have class and you don’t? Take your pick.” Nerissa raised a perfectly arched brow and smirked. Portia’s eyes narrowed as she took a deadly step towards Nerissa.

“My dad’s from Azusa, I will stab a bitch.” She looked straight into Nerissa’s eyes who only stared back at her.

“Need help packing? Beat it, Queen!”

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A/N: This was super fun to write. 3k+ words. Wew. I’m in shock. See what happens when y'all made me happy?

I know some dialogues sound forced but it was nice. Admit it. P.S Is anyone else completely in love with Aaron because I am!

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