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“KP, listen to me. I think i finally got the next Naco---chili cheese fries lasagna,” Ron skidded to a stop in front of his best friend, a huge excited grin on his face. He was practically vibrating, “What do you think? Am I a genius or what?”

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tag dump // misc disney muses part 2

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[lonelypond]

Moonlight Becomes You: Apocalypse Midnight Dance Party, Ch. 2

NozoEli, NicoMaki, Love Live, Love Live Sunshine, 3K, 2/?

Summary: Maki considers the dangers of dating, Eli has another Tarot reading and a date with dance, and You meets a friend.

Chapter 2: All Wet

 “Why is it so difficult for them to date? They’ve known each other forever.” Maki heard herself ask as she replayed the end of the Rice and Ramen podcast she was scoring. Rin and Hanayo had made her sit down for a Kim Possible movie double feature when they’d found out she’d never seen any episodes. There was enough food talk that it qualified as a foodie movie -- somehow Rin had managed a five minute rant about lamb and cabbage stew which Ron Stoppable would have approved of. There had been Nacos served and time travel and evil toy cybernetic robots. And Kim Possible had been pretty cool. More people should have grappling guns. But for some reason, Maki had found herself fixating on the relationship between the two main characters.

Hanayo’s voice squeaked a little. Maki remembered her friend sitting forward, putting down her plate of mochi so she could fidget with her hands, “It’s not just a matter of how long you know each other, Maki. There has to be a moment. Kim never let herself see Ron as a potential date. She took him for granted.”

Rin snorted with laughter, “It took Kayo-chin like forever to realize I was hugging her because I wanted her to hug me back and it was different from how I was hugging my other friends. Even after I told her.”

“So you had as much trouble as Kim and Ron?”

Maki could hear the nerves in her voice as she spoke. Maybe she could make them edit this part out; it just sounded like she’d never dated anyone. And she had. No one that mattered, no one that took that step and made her...what would they have made her? Was she just not into romance...or sex?

“Nah. Kayo-chin never had anyone evil trying to smooch her.”

“But if Rin had moved away, my life would have been just as radically changed as Kim’s was.”

“I’m never ever going to Norway.” Rin had hugged Hanayo so hard her glasses flew off. “They can’t make me. Even if somebody hires my mom.”

“Mystical monkey time travel isn’t a thing, Rin.” Maki had a specific eye rolling tone of voice for when her friend was being silly.

“Is Norway?” Even with just recorded audio, anyone could tell Rin was just bouncing off the walls of the room.

“Yes.” Maki also had an exasperated tone.

“Don’t worry, you’ll find your Kim Possible.” Hanayo sounded so certain.

“Wouldn’t I be the Kim?” Maki winced at the whine in her question.

And then Rin laughed so hard she rolled off the couch, under the coffee table, and in trying to get back up before Maki could kick her again, knocked everything over, including their recording equipment.

Maki slid off her headphones. Mystical monkey time travel was almost as unbelievable as romance in her world. Here she was in a luxurious hotel suite, ALONE, in another country, between unexciting gigs, working on music for her childhood friends happy and friendly podcast. And it would be another week before she could attempt to ask Nico out for a meal and a chance to talk, to find out about what Nico cared about besides Eli...Maki’s lip curled up in a snarl, Nico was looking more and more frazzled every time she sent a selfie or posted a TWIG. And what was with that zombie makeup? Too many questions. Maki sighed and rewound to the discussion of cheese and pizza. Maybe they could go out for pizza? Nico could surely step away from roommate sitting for a pizza. Maki knew a place in Nico’s neighborhood. She typed a quick note in her phone. Could she text ask Nico to meet her there? Would Eli come along, like Monique...oh god, Maki was the Ron in this situation. Maybe she should get a pet. Would Eli eat it?

###

E: Hi Nozomi! How are you?

Nz: Eli? Hi.

E: Hi!

Nz: Sorry I haven’t been around much. Busy.

E: Me too.

E: But Nico said I should stop by and get a reading.

Nz: Do you do everything Nico tells you?

E: She haunts me otherwise.

Nz: ʱªʱªʱª (ᕑᗢूᓫ∗)

E: ha!

Nz: I could give you a reading over the phone.

(pause)

E: Really?

Nz: Sure. I can tap into our existing connection. Send me a selfie.

Eli wondered if this were some kind of a trick. She could almost see the laugh lines crinkling around Nozomi’s sea crystal eyes.

Nz: Are you naked (๑ゝڡ◕๑)

E: No!

Nz: *shrugs* then selfie please.

E: Shouldn’t we be talking? Like with voices and things…

Nz: Nah. Just think really hard,

E: You’re making fun of me, Nozomi.

A pic of Nozomi, her face contorted with concentration, popped up on Eli’s screen.

Nz: Serious face.

Eli giggled.

E: All right, I’m convinced. You’re very persuasive.

Nz: *tips hat*

E: You weren’t wearing a hat.

A pause and then another picture popped up, Nozomi in some kind of leather biker cap, winking, hand on brim.

Nz: Howdy, ma’am.

E: Mademoiselle.

Nz: Ooohh, French for flirty.

E: Actually, I learned it for ballet.

Nz: (⊙_◎)

E: All right, I’m concentrating.

E: What am I concentrating on?

Nz: Your question.

E: What’s my question?

Nz: I don’t know, It’s YOURS.

E: Is this like a birthday cake candle wish? That I shouldn’t tell anybody?

Nz: No, you should tell me. Or at least give me a hint.

E; Okay.

Nz: Now....

E: Oh right…

E; (・_・ヾ

E: Okay, I’ve had a big change recently...any advice about it?

Nz: I’m going to shuffle and deal out three cards now. So be patient. And CONCENTRATE.

E: *serious face*

Nz: Exactly.

E: Nozomi?

Nz: Sorry, just dealing out the cards. Now flipping them.

E: This is weird.

Nz: Hang on….

Eli’s phone pinged and a short video of Nozomi’s hand flipping three cards played, as she turned over the last card, two figures struggling in the snow in front a stained glass window, a fourth card blew across.

E: What was that?

Nz: The wind had something else to say.

E: What?

A pic of a person in a cloak staring moodily at three spilled cups and ignoring the two upright ones behind them showed on Eli’s screen.

E: I’m a vampire?

Nz: (*>艸<) interesting place to go...but no. You will not develop a craving for blood.

Eli wondered if a monthly craving for raw chuck roast counted. But that was existing, not something she was going to develop. She ran the video again. King on a throne, dude with a fish in a cup, then the couple struggling.

E: I’m in trouble. It looks like things are getting worse.

Nz: No no, it’s not that simple or harsh…

E: Reads harsh. I get buried in the snow outside a church I can’t enter because I’m a thirsty vampire.

Nz: (｡￫ˇ艸￩)

E: ╥﹏╥

Nz: Yes, things are difficult and nothing is as easy as it was but there are people who will help you if you let them. And positive things to look forward to if you don’t just stare at the past.

E: But I look so good in a cloak ◥(ฅº￦ºฅ)◤ And I love the snow.

Nozomi had started and stopped typing several times, until finally a reply popped on Eli’s screen.

Nz: It takes courage to look up and reach out.

Eli put the phone down. Nozomi had no idea what was going on but that seemed like such a callout. But Eli could also imagine the sad concern in Nozomi’s eyes as they looked up from the cards, encouraging Eli to talk, to share, to...reach?

E: I have to go. Nico’s got an emergency. Thanks Nozomi. I’ll think about what you wrote.

Nz: Eli?

E: See you soon (｀∇´ゞ

Eli shut off her phone. When was Nico due home? Eli was too restless to be alone. She turned her phone back on.

E: Hey, Nico, pick up a pizza. And hurry home. I’m...nervous.

N: Put on some music and dance. Nico will come to the rescue faster than Dominos.

Eli grinned.

E: Thanks, Nico.

N: Just remember, tip Nico $

E: Like a cow (((╹д╹;)))

N: Farmer Boi ; )

E: Got the horses in the back ; )

N: Nico is driving now. Hush.

Eli put down her phone. Somehow, Nico always managed to ease her tension. How Nico didn’t get overwhelmed, Eli had no idea. But she was grateful to have someone so fiercely on her team.

###

Kanan was staring out of the open window of the room Mari had given her the use of for her studio. Waves were cresting, low and gentle against the shore, sky a darkening blue. Dreamer, fluffy and gray and tiny and cute and determined, stomped over to rub against her leg. She bent down, scooped him up, holding him against her chest.

“Nice and cool, isn’t it, buddy.”

A meow.

“Mari will probably feed you sushi later. And maybe you could help me with a problem.”

Another meow. Kanan thought about Eli moving through the music, beautiful, but her grace somehow brutal as the sharpness of her fiercely locked control cut through the music instead of flowing with it, “Just stretch a few times in front of Eli, and then roll yourself up into the little snugly cuteness that you are.” Kanan raised him up for a kiss, then bopped him down and watched as his fluffy tail sashayed over to his favorite napping spot. Eli executed the choreography perfectly, Kanan had no quarrels with her work ethic, she couldn’t have asked for a more dedicated dancer, but Eli wasn’t opening herself up. Maybe this weekend, two solid days of dancing, would exhaust Eli enough that she might not be so guarded. Kanan wondered what Eli was so fiercely protecting herself from.

###

Eli was excited. Nothing but dance for most of the weekend. This was an amazing opportunity. Kanan was a hard taskmaster, but Eli hadn’t felt this challenged as a dancer since her first classes in Russia. Dance hadn’t felt this good, this hard in years. She could tell Kanan was frustrated, but being able to lock in the moves solidly with a focused weekend would give her the chance to prove to Kanan that she could interpret this...Eli stared at her bedroom ceiling. The piece felt personal, like Kanan should be dancing it herself, but Eli could also feel parts of her own experience in it, as the music pulled at her, muscles sliding back and….Eli shivered, sitting up in bed. Now why had she thought of that?

###

You had enjoyed the short, difficult hike to Sacred Grove. As a teen, she’d always enjoyed sleeping in, but after the Coast Guard got her used to early mornings, she come to treasure the quiet before the bustle of everybody en route to something scheduled. And her current situation meant many of her scheduled meetings took place in places like this, a closed off trail leading to a rocky beach in the picturesque Abalone Cove Ecological Reserve. The tide was rising, which meant she either had to rely on her contact to get her out of there safely or the meeting would have to to be short. Pressed against the base of the promontory, in shadow, checking quickly to make sure there was no immediate danger of a rockfall, You watched the waves until she saw the flick of huge snake tail parallel to the beach, the air suddenly full of a low cackling call. Then You stepped out, and a woman, with long tawny hair plastered across her torso to her waist, rose out of the water, her skin golden, paler stripes alternating with darker on her face, amber eyes cold and fierce over her lengthy nose.

You waved and hopped out until she was knee deep in the water, spray melding her Dream Big Fight Hard Live Proud Pride tank top to her skin. “Thanks for coming, Bo. You’re skipping the meeting tonight? Not ‘Crazy for CRAAVI?'”

There was a low rumble of what You had learned was amusement, then the Jiaolong spoke as she wrung out her hair, You glancing away from the breasts exposed, “Yohane tries very hard.”

“She does.” You chuckled, thinking of Yoshiko at the start of every Cryptid Research and Anti Violence Initiative meeting, frantically switching among pushing donuts on creatures from Man-Bats to Fresno Night Crawlers, trying to get attendees to join her in a chant, or at least form an orderly line for the coffee urn.

The Jiao sighed, “We of the sea have been avoiding the shore, but I received your message.”

“What’s up?”

“Humans are being more tiresome than usual…” You heard anger, “so limited in their imaginations again. Dragging them into the depths becomes too tempting.” A flash of double rows of sharp, jagged teeth, a flex of muscles used to whipping through riptides.

You shoved her hands in the pockets of her board shorts, keeping her posture easy, her aura amused. Encouraging mer rage was exactly the opposite of her plan. “Not joining me at the movies anytime soon then.”

“No.”

They let the waves hit them, soon the tide would be up to You’s waist but she wasn’t going to hurry this conversation, “Fair.”

Bo listened for a few minutes, You staring at the sky over Portuguese Point.

“Why did you call?”

“It’s getting dangerous.”

Bo shook her head, hair over one shoulder in a quickly twisted plait, “It’s always dangerous, more dangerous for others. We are heading south soon to help the gray whales navigate…”

“No, I mean…” You scratched her head, “there are rumors, ship passengers may be looking for mermaids and causing trouble. There are people stirring up fears. I am going to stop them.”

Another silence. Golden eyes that refused to release You’s. “I wish you luck. We will stay away from the shore for a season.”

You nodded, “Be careful.”

“You as well.” A quick hand brushed You’s, “Come swim with us in the summer.”

“I will.”

You turned away, as Bo fell back into the water. Just enough time to beat the tide.

###

“You have to be released from the susohiki and the fan, let them drop…” Kanan demonstrated as best she could with the arm not in a cast, the fan whipping through the air, the sleeve of the susohiki graceful it followed the movement and then, Eli swore she didn’t blink, Kanan shuddered and instantly the modified garment slid to the floor, a silken puddle evoking the muddled colors and waves Eli had seen on the dawn run that had kicked off the weekend intensive. It had dropped straight from the choreographer’s shoulders somehow, but even if Eli had blinked there was still the sense of a magician’s trick having happened at impossible speeds. Eli couldn’t learn the gesture because she hadn’t seen it.

“Try it again. It’s like shedding a skin.” Kanan explained patiently, crouching to sweep up the fabric and fan, then hand them to Eli. “Getting down to your” Kanan snorted a laugh, “Soul.” Her purple eyes softened, “Don’t you dare tell Mari I said that. She kept trying to get me to leave off anything but the robe…” Kanan raised her shoulders, tilting her nose in the air, and raising the pitch of her voice, “Accuracy in the arts is so important, Amore mio.”

“Accuracy?” Eli wondered.

Kanan looked caught, “Never mind. Just don’t tell Mari…”

“Dancers before…”

“Dangerous wives.” Kanan finished as Eli hesitated.

Eli slid her arms into the silk of the susohiki, taking a couple quick glissades en evant to feel how it flowed behind. Purists would be upset that the costume was just a simple robe, lacking the belt and the formal air a geisha would wear it with, but with the mix of Eastern and Western tonalities and instruments in the music, and a one piece, glittering midnight blue bodysuit underneath, it was easy to feel a part of two worlds. And when the outer robe dropped, Kanan’s choreography dove into one world, the music simplifying, rolling as the dancer….

“Eli?”

Eli quickly went through the middle section, fan whipping the air, cutting a path for Eli, fabric weighting her, pulling her back, a drag as she….Eli leapt, fan out, body curled and then opening, like a dragon swooping as the koto player plucked stars, letting them fall into the sea. And Eli landed, knees absorbing the force, fan out, leading a spin, eyes focused on her target, and then the...she dropped her arms, shrugged, surely the move was seamless but the fabric refused to release.

Kanan’s hand was there, at her shoulder, making sure it hadn’t snagged. Eli knew there was frustration, although Kanan’s voice just sounded weary, “It’s like you don’t want to be free…”

“That’s not true.” Eli’s reply was sharp and the she brushed Kanan’s hand off with the fan, “You’re just too fast, I can’t see the gesture…” Eli shrugged her shoulders, shifted them, tilted her torso forward, and eventually, the fabric slid to the floor. Eli kicked it. Kanan had gone back to the open window and was watching Eli, her arms crossed.

“It’s not a gesture. It’s a transformation.” Kanan closed her eyes, “It’s something inside, you just let go, let the unconscious happen. You were one thing, now you’re another, and free to...swim. You stiffen when you should be…” Kanan glanced at the sea, “surging.”

Surging was dangerous. Surging without any...Eli shuddered, a sudden vision of the tsunami that twisted through her at the will of the moon. “Can we take a break?”

Kanan shrugged, “Sure. If you need anything, just call the desk. I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”

“Thanks, Kanan.”

A quick nod and Kanan had stepped out onto the beach. Eli hit the light, glad the hotel wasn’t bustling this evening. The music clicked off and the shushhh of the water and drifting conversations nudged the edge of Eli’s hearing. The distraction was welcome, no one focused on her, no pressure to perform on command. She took a deep breath. She could do this. Nico would be lecturing her on how silly it was to fail for lack of confidence. This was a huge opportunity, a chance for Eli to finally debut in LA as a soloist. She couldn’t let anything stop her.

A/N: A Midsummer Night's Dream is approaching Tech Weekend, I can't believe it's July, and I don't know what Nico wants for her birthday.Thanks for reading; hope your summer's going well.

[sharperthewriter]

Stoppable Family Vacation - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - The Night Before

(Rockwaller Mansion, 7pm, November 18, 2018)

Bonnie Rockwaller was chuckling gleefully as she observed what the Stoppables were doing through her Spy Flies. She had spent eight of her now-reduced 15 month prison sentence at 'Camp Cupcake' aka the Federal Prison Camp in Andersonville, West Virginia. Now, she was spending the other half, seven months to be exact, under house arrest in her opulent mansion. She had an electronic ankle bracelet on that monitored her every move. To her, being in her own mansion was a hell of a lot better than bein in an 8' x 10' dorm room that kinda resembled a jail cell. Althouh she couldn't do any shopping outside the mansion, she employed the Fashionistas and (now ex-felon) Camille Leon to buy things from the World's Richest Mall for her.

She was wearing, of course, her Country Club Banana dark denim baggy overalls with both straps undone and held up by a belt with her boxers showing and a purple croptop. Plus, Bonnie had the usual bling and piercings as well.

"So, the Stoppables are going a little trip to South Dakota for Thanksgiving, huh?" the brunette giggled, "We'll see how miserable I can make your little trip, K! But first, I must call up a couple of...old acquaintances!"

Bonnie got on her cell phone and started to call up numbers.

(Stoppable house, 7:30pm)

Kim was wearing her long-sleeved denim jumpsuit with the top three buttons undone, showing off a good amount of cleavage, for she wasn't wearing a bra on. High-heeled black boots, giant gold hoop earrings, a purple heart long chain necklace, a medium-length chain horseshoe necklace , three gold charm bracelets and several bangles completed the outfit. The Club Banana jumpsuits that Kim owned had a rear flap on the jumpsuit, so that made it a little easier for Kim to do her...'business'.

She, however, was sad tonight.

It had been almost two years since Nana had passed.

Two years.

All on the dining room table stood photos of Nana and the family. There was the 2010 Christmas and the 1998 Possible Thanksgiving where Kim made a mess of making Nana's famous lemon squares. and one note in front of Kim that stood out to her.

It was dated from October 2003, her freshman year in high school.

Dear Kimberly Ann,

I know you're busy saving the world, going to school, and being a cheerleader and all, but you could take a few minutes to call your grandmother. I miss hearing from you.

I love you, Pookie.

Nana Possible.

PS: If you have to go fight villains after dark, at least wear a sweater.

At this, Kim broke down and cried. It was difficult for her to lose her most favorite paternal grandparent. It was so hard for her that she almost didn't go to the traditional Possible Christmas last year, all because it reminded her of so much of Nana.

Ron saw the crying mess of his wife and went to her side. Rufus also patted her

"KS, I know that you're a bit upset right now..."

Kim sniffled and replied, "Yeah, Ron. It had been two years since Nana passed." She wiped some tears from her eyes.

"But you had wonderful moments with her...and the photos are proof of it!" Ron replied, "Treasure them for as long as you live, but create new ones with the family that you have with me, Rufus, Justin, and Alexa."

"You're right! I have you guys to keep me company!" Kim said as the bright smile of hers returned to her face. "We want a nice, peaceful, and quiet trip."

"Do you have your clothes packed up and ready, Kim?" Ron asked.

"I have them ready in the suitcase!" Kim said, pointing to the two pink suitcases. "The overalls have been carefully selected with post-it notes for which day I am going to wear them and which shirt I am planning to wear."

"Awesome! I'm keeping it simple, KS!" Ron said while getting out a list of the clothes he was planning to wear.

"The Wombat should be packed up and ready to go for tomorrow!" Kim said, "It should have enough room for all the luggage."

"When should the kids get to their beds so that we can get on the road?" Ron asked.

"Around 8pm. We're gonna have to get on the road at around 6 in the morning!" Kim said. "We're gonna put in the GPS in."

"Are the batteries charged, Kim?"

"They sure are!"

Just at that moment, the phone then rang.

"I'll get that!" Ron replied. He went itno the kitchen to answer the phone.

(10 minutes later)

"So who was it?" Kim asked.

"Aunt Ednel." Ron said on who was the caller, "She wants me to take her daugher Mary and her friend, Canna to the Lipsky Thanksgiving as well.

"Ron, do we even have enough room in the Wombat?" Kim questioned, wondering about how much space the station wagon has.

"Kim, relax! It has enough room for 6 people and a naked mole rat, plus our luggage!" Ron said. He took out his tablet and played some game apps on it.

"It's not just that." Kim said, "It's that they..."

Her speech about Aunt Ednel's offspring was interrupted by the sound of garage doors going up and down.

"Oh no...don't tell me..." Kim groaned.

Ron uttered, "He got into them again!"

Rufus squeaked, "Uh-oh!"

The Stoppable parents and Rufus ran as fast as they could to the garage. There, they saw that Justin was playing with all three of the garage door remotes.

"Justin!" Ron exclaimed as he got his son away from the garage door buttons.

"What did I do?" Justin asked. He would always say this whenever he got in trouble.

"How many times do we have to tell you that the garage door opener is not a toy!" Kim scolded her eldest child. "You have a playroom filled with them!"

Ron escorted his son out of the garage and Rufus crawled out of there too.

Kim turned out the lights of the garage.

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[kineticallyanywhere]

kineticallyanywhere, I've just finished upto HUDA:ß ch 6-2 and just started HUDA:A. Loving it, huge fan of KP, AD:JL and DP. As someone who's praying those shows get continued (NOT Rebooted!), it's been beyond great to hear the characters voices again as I read your stories. I have to ask; Will there be more updates? The story rocks! (Also, in Beta, when Ron goes down the streetlamp, was he hiding his MMP/Ninja skills from Jake to get down easily?)

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Oh my gosh thank you so much! I would love to get back to and finish writing HUDA, you have no idea. I've translated my notes across multiple platforms of note-keeping over the years, and have revised them several times. Unfortunately, writing and finishing it cannot be my day job. Even more unfortunately, it's been... some time since I've watched the shows. HUDA is a project I hold dear to me, and would hate to throw that voice-effort I put in to waste in the name of just "getting it over with". But also maybe I'd be okay with that, if it meant feeling the freedom to jump back in a keep writing it? I don't know, I might leave that up to you guys. 

Those notes for the future plot of the fic, though? They're not short. I have other passion projects I've jumped into (Mind over Matter (now), The Way Out (next, also RvB)) and equally want to see finished, as well as OCs I've been putting off for far too long. 

It's been Some Moons, but I don't think he was intentionally trying to hide his skills or anything. At the time I think I was just rolling with the tones of the shows and Ron's character. If I were to put a reasoning behind it now, I'd say he was just being Ron Brand. He could do a dramatic flip around landing like Jake did, or he could just kinda... fling himself. Which, from what I remember, was a large portion of his thought process for problem solving. Also while he's been training quite a bit over the last few years, and could probably control his use of the glowing blue super-power part of his powers, he probably still has a bit of a disconnect between "Ron Stoppable" and "Mystical Monkey Dude." I remember having some ideas about getting into that stuff with him, but I also wanted to pour more narrative focus into Kim, where she's been, and where she's at now. I love Ron, I just always wanted Kim to have a bit more... narrative sway? Beyond just "is a badass?" I guess? 

Idk, I love Ron's entire story though, I'd love to visit that again. And AD:JL. And Danny Phantom. and RC9GN. Man, just all of it. It was super fun to expand on their canons, especially with all their canon content being over and being able to just expand on it however I want. 

tl;dr I guess: I would love to, and it will always have a place on my to-do list, but I wouldn't expect much any time soon. At the very least, I should/hope to move them to Ao3

[Fics in Question: A | B ]

[deadlydollies13]

The Potion Master’s Grace ch. 32

By the next morning, everyone from Year Three and above was too excited about Hogsmeade Weekend to worry about whatever Umbridge was up to. Students showed their permission slips to their Head of Houses and made their way to the village outside of Hogwarts. They knew they were close when the ground abruptly was covered in white, glistening snow. Grace and Draco walked hands intertwined into the village with their friends by their side. Here, at least, Umbridge couldn’t tell them they couldn’t touch.

   Their first stop, which was their first stop every Hogsmeade Weekend, was Honeydukes Sweetshop. The sugary aroma hit them as they entered and the door jingled. They knew better by now to bring their own bags because they just couldn’t fit that much in their hands. Grace especially, who wasn’t afraid to admit she had a horrible sweet tooth. Grace’s bag was filled with Acid Pops, Chocoballs, Chocolate Frogs, Crystallized Pineapple, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, Honeydukes Best Chocolate, Pepper Imps, Pink Coconut Ice, a box of warm Pumpkin Pasties, and of course, Sugared Quills. Grace stocked up on these because she chewed her pens and pencils during class, but when she was in a class where the teacher made her use a quill (DADA), she used these. She avoided any sweets that contained bugs or bug parts, but it didn’t surprise her that Luna or Rolf ate these strange sweets like Sugared Butterfly Wings and Fudge Flies. They paid for their sweets and went back out into the brisk air.

   Grace popped a Pepper Imp into her mouth and tiny little flames burst from within her. Immediately she was warmed up, and a few of her friends did the same. They turned a corner and saw a few of their professors walking down the road, two of which were Severus and Phoebe concealing their intertwined hands with their robes. Their backs were turned towards them, so Grace saw an amazing opportunity in front of her. She quickly scooped up some snow, pressed it into a ball, and ran up so she was within throwing distance. Severus was too distracted talking to Minerva so Grace took her shot and hit her father’s shoulder with the snowball. Severus whipped around to see who did it, hand going to grab his wand. Several other students walking the street gasped and moved off to the side or the road. When he saw it was just Grace, smirking, he put his wand away. Phoebe tried to muffle her giggles. “Brat!” he said before scooping up some snow and throwing it back at her.

   Grace ducked, “This is war!” The two Snape’s had a mini snowball fight right there in the middle of Hogsmeade. Grace’s friends, along with the professors, couldn’t help but laugh at the scene before them. The students who had moved out of the way now stood looking flabbergasted.

   The battle ended when Severus hit Grace in the face and she made a melodramatic scene by falling back into the snow and groaning, “This is it! This is the end!” she threw her arm over her eyes. “I see the light, it’s calling me!”

   “You’re absolutely ridiculous,” Severus walked over and picked up her bag of sweets. “Winner gets these!” he grinned.

   Grace shot up, “Not today, Satan!” Before she could get up, Severus was already running off. “Dad!” she yelled, but he had turned down an alley towards The Three Broomsticks. She let out a huff before something caught her eye and she hatched a cunning plan. She grinned before she ran, jumping on a crate that was below a pitched roof and jumped on that roof to climb onto the flatter top roof.

   “Grace!” many people below her exclaimed in a panic.

   “That girl is going to get herself killed!” Phoebe ran down the alley Severus had taken, the rest following her.

   Meanwhile, Grace was hurdling chimneys, sliding down pitches, climbing them up, trying to find her father below. Behind her, she could hear her friends and teachers begging her to get down. Finally, she saw Severus standing in front of The Three Broomsticks. The building she was on luckily had a separated pitched roof that was low enough to the ground she could get off it safely. She jumped down, slid a little bit, but when she landed on the snowy ground, she lost her footing and did a roll forward to get back to her feet.

   “Always the one for dramatics.”

   “Hand over the candy and no one gets hurt!” Grace pulled out her wand and glared at her father, obviously out of breath.

   Severus glared back for a second, “Fine, but I’m taking a Chocoball.”

   “Yeah, okay, fine!” her glare broke and she grinned.

   Moments later, Phoebe came sprinting over from the alley, “Jesus, Grace!” She pulled Grace into a protective hug, “You’re going to get yourself killed, I swear! Severus, stop smirking, you’ll only encourage her!” Grace couldn’t help but giggle while Phoebe searched her for any cuts or bruises.

   “She looked like she knew what she was doing, Phoebs.”

   Phoebe glared at him, “She jumped from a building, Severus Tobias!”    

   Severus held up a hand, “Slid. She slid, Phoebe. Slid and then rolled, and it was very impressive.”

   Phoebe rolled her eyes and looked at Grace, “Who do you think you are? Like, in your head, who are you?”

   “Uh… a superhero?” the sarcasm obvious in her voice.

   “Which one, though?” Severus asked.

   Grace thought for a moment, “Scarlet Witch, duh.”

   “Nice,” he smirked.

   “Holy shit, that was so cool!” Grace heard Charlie yell as her friends ran over from the alley, and Luna tackled her. She was surrounded and laughing with her friends.

   “Are you okay?” Phoebe asked Severus. “Like, are you having a mid-life crisis?”

   Severus shrugged, “You know, I actually have no idea. Surprisingly, I’m in a good mood.”

   Phoebe side-eyed him, “Not that I’m complaining, but it is rather strange,” she smiled.

-

   Inside The Three Broomsticks, Grace and her friends sat nearest to the fire to try and warm up, while Severus and some of the other teachers sat at a table on the opposite wall. Still, they could hear the teens talking loudly and laughing.

   Grace and Draco sat close together, enjoying each other’s warmth, drinking mugs of warm Butterbeer.

   “I wish there wasn’t so much foam at the top; it takes forever to actually get to the drink!” Draco complained.

   “What are you talking about?” Grace took another sip of her’s. “The foam is the best part!”

   “We can tell,” Alfie teased, pointing to Grace’s upper lip, where she had a Butterbeer-foam mustache.

   “Oops,” she said wiping it away. “I know what we should be for Halloween!”

   Draco rolled his eyes, “Grace, I’m not really the ‘dressing up’ type.”

   “But it’s perfect…” she pouted.

   He sighed, “What is it?”

   “Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable!” she grinned. Everyone at the table agreed how that was perfect for them, although Draco had the slightest clue what Grace was talking about.

   “What? Who?”

   Grace dramatically gasped, “You’ve never seen Kim Possible?”

   Draco shrugged and shook his head, “I don’t believe I have.”

   “Well, that can’t do! Your homework is to binge the entire series, starting immediately when we get back to Hogwarts!”

   “Aren’t you going to watch it with me?”

   “I would, but I have prior arrangements for this weekend,” Grace hadn’t mentioned anything to Draco, but judging by the mischievous look Luna and Rose shared, it wasn’t good.

   “Like what?”

   Grace held up a finger and turned around in her chair, “Dad!” she shouted across the room to where their professors sat.

   Severus jumped and looked over at Grace. Seeing she wasn’t in danger or anything, he raised a brow.

   “Can Luna and Rose sleep over tonight?” She gave her best puppy eyes, even batting her eyelashes.

   “Sure? I don’t see why not,” he answered and went back to whatever conversation he was having with his colleagues, all of which looked very surprised with him. “What?”

   “You’re just full of surprises today, Severus,” Minerva smirked.

   Phoebe placed the back of her hand on his cheek, “You’re not feverish.”

   “Course I’m not! Why would I be?”

   “You just agreed for three teenage girls to have a slumber party in your apartment, Sev,” Phoebe still looked shocked.

   Severus couldn’t tell why it was such a big deal, then he actually thought about it, “Oh… Shit.”

   “So, what are you all being?” Grace asked, back at their table.

   “Charlie wouldn’t stop pestering me, so we’re being Belle and Prince Adam,” Rose rolled her eyes.

   “When he’s human, of course,” Charlie smirked.

   Rose shrugged, “At least I really like Belle. She’s French, like me.”

   “What about you and Rolf?” Grace looked at Luna.

   “Alice and the Mad Hatter,” her and Rolf smiled at one another.

   “You two are cute,” Grace grinned. “It sickens me.”

-

   Grace and her friends had run into Cici later that day in Gladrag’s Wizardwear, where they tried on any wacky clothing item they could get their hands on. With their money bags significantly lighter, they returned to Hogwarts for the evening.

   Most of the students and staff had done the same thing, as dinner was nearing in the Great Hall. Severus and Phoebe remained, strolling down the streets of the small village hand-in-hand, not having to worry about what a certain pink-wearing professor might say. Most everyone by then knew about Severus and Phoebe and also knew about Severus and Grace’s relationship. Umbridge knew, but unlike the majority of the school, she intensely disapproved of anything Severus was involved in.

   As they neared Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop, they heard a familiar voice.

   “You’ve been in there for hours!” Sirius whined when Remus came out of the shop, bag full of what Severus assumed was rolls of parchment, quills, and inkwells.

   “I was, at most, twenty minutes!”

   “It’s longer in dog years!”

   Remus rolled his eyes, “Honestly, Sirius.”

   “Hello, boys,” Phoebe said once they were close enough.

   “Well, if it isn’t Hogwart’s Sweethearts,” Sirius grinned. Remus looked cautiously at Severus, waiting for Sirius’ false sense of familiarity with Severus to finally become too much and Severus would snap, but surprisingly, Severus just smiled. “Where’s the Kiddo?”

   “Back at the school already. Severus made the mistake of agreeing to let Grace’s girlfriends spend the night.”

   “No!” both men exclaimed in disbelief. Sirius doubled over laughing, but Remus looked generally concerned for Severus.

   “Have you gone mad, man?” Remus asked.

   “Apparently,” Severus shrugged. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

   “You’d better have a strong drink on hand!” Sirius said between fits of laughter.

   “Speaking of, I’d better go make sure the place in teenager-proof,” Phoebe said. “I’ll meet you at the Great Hall. See you later, boys,” she smiled and waved, walking towards Hogwarts.

   “I wanted to talk to the both of you,” Severus turned to the two men in front of him, his tone serious. “It’s about Grace.”

   “Is everything okay?” Remus asked.

   “Yes, she’s fine. It's nothing bad. I just… I wanted to ask you both if you’d agree to be Grace’s godfathers?” The two men looked utterly shocked and found themselves speechless, although gave Severus questioning looks. “Grace considers you family, and she’s comfortable with you both. For Grace to be comfortable around men is, well, that’s saying a lot. I’m not going to act as if this war isn’t coming, or that I won’t go unscathed if Voldemort finds out that I’m a spy for the Light. I need to know that if something happens to me, Grace will be taken care of. I know that’s a lot to ask of you two, and we’re not exactly friends, but-“

   “Of course we will, Severus,” Sirius was smiling broadly, as was Remus when Severus turned his gaze from the ground to them. “We’d love to!”

   Severus gave them a small smile, “Thank you. I’ll have the papers sent to you; I really must be getting back before they think I’ve been kidnapped or something,” he joked.

-

   After dinner, Luna and Rose rand up to their dormitories to grab everything they needed to stay over the night. They both met Grace outside a bare stone wall. “Serpentine,” Grace whispered, looking foolish to her two friends until the wall vanished and revealed a winding staircase that led to the Slytherin Common Room in the dungeons.

   “Wow,” Rose’s eyes widened when they reached the dimly lit common room. Though they didn’t have windows, they had glass panels that opened up into the lake. There were plenty of Slytherins in the common room, relaxing and enjoying their Saturday evening.

   “What are they doing in here?” a Slytherin boy asked not to anyone in particular.

   “They’re with Professor Snape, now shut up, dingus!” Rowena snapped, obviously annoyed that the boy interrupted her reading. Grace gave Rowena a grateful smile and she nodded in return. They walked down a corridor that branched off of the main room and entered Severus’ private apartment.

   The door that opened into the potions pantry was open, meaning Severus was in his classroom brewing something and Phoebe was standing in the doorway of her’s and Severus’ bedroom waving her wand.

   “What are you doing, Aunt Phoebe?” Luna asked.

   “Putting a silencing spell on the room so Severus and I may actually have a chance of a night’s sleep with you three here.”

   Quietly, Rose mumbled, “Mhm. That’s what it’s for.”

   Grace and Luna, standing on either side of her, said in unison, “Gross!”

   No sooner had they gotten there, the girls were in their PJs and in the kitchen gathering any type of junk food they could gather on the kitchen island.

   Severus had walked in for just a moment to grab something, but he completely forgot what he needed when he saw the pile of food on the counter. “There’s no way you three are going to eat all of that.”

   “Is that a challenge, Mr. S?” Luna smirked as she took the bag of popcorn out of the microwave and replaced it with nachos.

   “You don’t have to stay locked away in your classroom, Mr. S,” Rose had adopted Luna’s name for Severus as well. “We won’t be too loud.”

   “I don’t appreciate blatant lies, Miss Martell. What do you three even have planned?”

   “We’re gonna watch a scary movie!” Grace answered. Luna had thrown a piece of popcorn at her and Grace failed to catch it in her mouth. However, Merlin was enjoying all of their droppings.

   “Oh, wonderful,” Severus said sarcastically.

   Severus stayed occupied with his potions as much as he could during the duration of the evening. However, with the girls supposedly forgetting what an “inside voice” was, he couldn’t help but overhear their conversations. One discussion, in particular, caught his interest.

   “So, when are you and Charlie just going to go out already?” Grace asked, most likely to Rose.

   Severus’ guess was confirmed when Rose replied, “I do not like Charlie Ackerman!”

   “You two seem awfully close lately,” Luna said. “It’s no secret he likes you, either. That’s why he begged you to do a Halloween costume with him, so you two can spend even more time together.”

   Rose scoffed, “That boy is such an idiot. He follows me around all over the place and won’t leave me alone!”

   “Bullshit,” Grace said. “You like him too, you’re just lying to yourself!”

   Before Rose could retort, Severus emerged from the other room, “Miss Martell, don’t lower yourself to date a person like Mr. Ackerman.”

   “See?” Rose exclaimed, gesturing to Severus. “Even your dad agrees with me!”

   “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about!” Luna argued.

   “Yeah, shut up, Dad!” Grace added, throwing popcorn at him, which Merlin happily ran and ate off of the floor.

   “I wasn’t finished! Brat,” he looked at Grace, who returned the comment with a smile. Turning back to Rose, “However, it’s blatantly obvious that you like him as well. The flirting between you two is disgusting. Honestly, I thought one of you— if not both of you— were under a Love Potion.”

   Rose now had her face in her hands, trying to hide her tomato-red face. She felt like sinking into the floor and never coming out. For it was true, she did have feelings for Charlie, but she had tried so hard to suppress it and lie to herself about her own feelings. “I hate that you’re right…”

   “We told you…” Grace shrugged.

-

   An hour or so later, Severus found the girls sitting in complete darkness on the sofa with Grace’s laptop sitting on the coffee table watching some horror movie filled with jump-scares. He remained in the other room, but could still hear the movie playing, along with every gasp or yelp from the girls. Finally, when it was late and he was exhausted, he started to make his way to his bedroom, but he simply couldn’t pass up this amazing opportunity. He waited quietly in the kitchen for a very suspenseful scene to build up and slowly made his way over to the sitting area behind the couch. All he had to say was, “Girls,” before the apartment was filled with the harmony of three extremely high-pitched there’s-a-bloody-murder-scene-going-on screams.

   Snacks flew everywhere, which made for an extremely happy Merlin. Rose had thrown the blanket over her head, Grace had nearly fallen off the sofa, and Luna was now covered in her bowl of popcorn.

   “Severus!” an annoyed Luna growled when she realized it was just the Potions Master, who was now doubled-over laughing. She grabbed a handful of popcorn and pelted him with it.

   “Dad! That’s not funny!”

   “Yeah, Mr. S! Not funny!” Rose yelled, still beneath the blanket.

   “I just- I just-“ Severus was now kneeling on the floor, holding his sides from laughing so hard.

   “God, you’re such an ass,” Grace rolled her eyes before slamming her laptop shut. “Go to bed!”

   However, Severus couldn’t go to bed straight away, and neither could Phoebe. For while Phoebe had cast a pretty strong Silencing Charm to keep the noise out, nothing could help for the vibrations from the music from the room across the hall from shaking the entire apartment.

   At first, both adults agreed to let it slide, for this may be one of the only few chances for the girls to have a normal teenage life. But when four o’clock in the morning rolled by, and the vibrations hadn’t subsided, they were beginning to become restless (literally).

   “Curse your daughter,” Phoebe mumbled into her pillow.

   “Hey, one of those girls is your niece,” Severus had piled all of his pillows on top of his head. Feathers were not good at muffling noise.

   “Fair. What about the other one?”

   “She’s the scapegoat.”

   “Yeah, Severus, let’s just put all of the blame on the poor French girl.”

   Finally, about a half-hour later, the noise stopped, meaning the girls finally went to sleep. It was evident in the morning as well, when they didn’t get out of bed until almost noon.

   “Good morning,” Phoebe cheerfully said as the three zombie-esque girls shuffled into the kitchen. “How did you sleep?”

   “Rose hogs all of the blankets,” Grace mumbled.

   “Well, Luna kept kicking me!” Rose tried to defend herself, although it made no excuse for taking all of the blankets.

   “That was Merlin!” Luna argued. “He was having a bad dream… Or a good dream about running.”

   “What on Earth could you have possibly been doing all night?”

   “Putting on three-woman shows of Broadway musicals,” Grace was slouched on the kitchen island, truly a sight to be seen. Curly red hair everywhere in every direction, glasses askew, robe falling off of one shoulder, and he was pretty sure she had her slippers on the wrong feet. Luna and Rose didn’t look any better off.

   Severus smirked, “I hope the boys come and see all of you looking quite the mess.”

   Rose groaned, “I thought you said your dad was much nicer than he is as a teacher!”

   “This is him being nice!” both Grace and Luna answered.

   “I need caffeine…” Grace now decided to give up on standing, and instead sink down to the floor and lie on her back.

   “Grace, get up off the floor,” Severus sighed.

   “Not until I get my coffee!”

   “Then go up to the Cafe and get yourself some.”

   “No, I’ve already texted Draco to go get it for me.”

   “Poor Draco,” Luna teased. “She’s got him whipped.” Next to her, Rose made a whipping sound, “Whippish!”

   In perfect timing, there was a knock at the door, and Grace found a burst of energy to spring up and run to the door and fling it open. Sure enough, there was Draco Malfoy standing there with a cup of coffee for his girlfriend.

   “Oh, you’re the best boyfriend ever!” Grace grinned.

   “I know,” Draco smirked, handing her the cup. “You look ridiculous by the way.” He peered into the apartment, “So do you two.”

   “Sod off, Malfoy!” Rose yelled; Luna just flipped him off, being careful Severus or Phoebe didn’t see.

   “I enjoyed the dozens of Snaps from you lot last night. Nice to wake up to.”

   “It’s because we’re entertaining,” Rose replied.

   “And the blowing up of all of the group chats.”

   “We felt it was necessary.”

   “None of it was necessary.”

   “How many group chats do you have?” Phoebe asked.

   “Well,” Grace pulled out her phone from her robe pocket, “On GroupMe, we have the OG Chat, which is Me, Luna, Charlie, Alfie, Draco, Rolf, and Rose. The Musical Bitches Chat, which is us plus Sammy and Baylee. The Fuck Umbitch Chat which is us, minus Sammy and Baylee, but with Celia, Rowena, Seth, Remus, and Sirius. The Just Girls Chat, which is me, Luna, Rose, Sammy, Baylee, Celia, and Rowena. The Boys have a chat which is Draco, Rolf, Alfie, and Charlie, but not Seth. Seth actually hates just being in the one Chat. Then we have a group chat on Snapchat too, which is me, Luna, Draco, Rolf, Rose, Charlie, Alfie, Celia, Rowena, and Sammy. Seth doesn’t have Snapchat and neither does Baylee, because well, she can’t see, but she’s always with Sammy anyway so she basically is in it. But she can text and message; her phone actually reads to her, it’s pretty cool!”

   The other three teens nodded as Grace rattled off their many group chats within their friend group.

   “Then, the Prefects have a Chat,” Luna added.

   “There’s one for each Quidditch team,” Draco said.

   “There’s a huge one for our year, I think each year has one. We keep it muted because it gets annoying,” said Rose.

   “And then there’s one for each class. We use it to help each other out with homework and studying. But mostly for bitching about the classes,” Grace concluded.

   “The Chat for Potions Class actually hasn’t been that bad lately,” Luna said. “It’s been DADA that’s been full of commiserating remarks.”

   “Oh, good to know,” Severus rolled his eyes. Students hating his class had never bothered him anyway, but he was glad to know that he had been beaten for the most hated professor at Hogwarts.

   “I swear if she screws us over come exam time,” Draco started.

   “She won’t. If she’s not gone by the end of the year, at least Remus would have taught us enough to pass,” Grace said. She’d never wish something horrible on someone, but she knew without some horrific event, Dolores Umbridge wasn’t going to just leave Hogwarts on her own.

[sizzlingpenguincollector]

Never Backtalk Ch 1: Uh Oh

"Hey, Mom and Dad," Jim began. "Can we be excused?"

"We're running a timed experiment, and we have to go log the readings," Tim explained.

James chuckled. "Ah, I love a scientist's commitment to evenly timed data logs. Go ahead, boys."

The twins eagerly scrambled out of their seats to the front yard, where Kim recalled seeing a controlled yet open flame on her way into the house earlier.

"Well, if the boys are heading off, I'll take my leave too. I have an early shift at the hospital tomorrow," Anne said as she got up. She dropped a kiss onto Kim's hair and James' cheek before departing the room, leaving father and daughter sitting diagonally from each other at a full dining table of dishes, serving plates, and cups at various levels of full.

James dabbed at his mouth with a paper towel and announced, "Kimmie-cub, I'm placing you in charge of clean-up." He gave a jaunty little salute as he got up from the table.

Kim laughed good naturedly, but she trailed off awkwardly at James' raised eyebrow. "Wait, by myself?"

James' eyes darted side to side, unsure if Kim was joking. "Is there another Kimmie-cub to whom I could be referring?" he asked, letting a little bit of humour slide into his voice.

Kim's eyebrows furrowed. "Why just me? The tweebs aren't doing anything."

Kim turned her body to keep facing her dad as James graciously placed his own dishes in the sink. He said, "You know if we let the twins do it, our dishwasher will be converted into a superpowered house cleaning android in time for breakfast."

"But they can help!"

"Come on, Kimmie-cub. Just do the dishes."

"This is ferociously unfair, Dad!" Kim argued as she got out of her seat and more fully faced her father. "I didn't eat all the food by myself, so I shouldn't have to clean it up by myself."

James frowned. This was turning into more than a hassle than it really should have been. "By that logic, you shouldn't have helped eat the food since you didn't help make it," he pointed out. "Please just do as I ask and clean up after dinner?"

"Sure, if you had asked it. You just told me what to do." She punctuated the end of her sentence with firm hands planted on her hips and a challenging lean.

James stopped himself from rolling his eyes, but he couldn't help the heavy sigh. "Can you please clean up after dinner, Kimme-cub?"

Kim crossed her arms and turned her head away. "Well, now I don't want to since you're just saying that."

Now James was angry. "Kimberly, I don't know where this childish attitude is coming from, but I certainly don't appreciate it one iota. You may be a crime-fighting heroine out in the real world; but under my roof, you're my daughter who does her chores," he stated firmly, taking care not to raise his voice too much. "I'm going to the living room to read a book; and by the time I go to bed, those dishes better be spotless!"

"I don't think so," Kim announced before her dad could walk away. She started gathering her things as quickly as she could. "I think I'll spend some time out in the real world where people treat me with a little more respect."

She dodged out the house before James could even bring himself out of the frustrated stupor she placed him in. On her way to the street, she passed by Jim and Tim. "Dad needs help cleaning up after dinner," she threw over her shoulder. "Help him clean up his attitude while you're at it."

The twins watched as Kim walked down the road to, presumably, Ron's house. As one, they looked down at their timer, noting they had 36 minutes until the next log. They turned to each other.

"Jim, what if…"

"We turn the dishwasher into an automatic dinner-cleaning robot real quick then get back to our experiment?"

"Hicka bicka boo."

"Hoo shah!"

The sound of Anne's morning routine gently roused James from slumber the next morning. "Honey? What time is it?" he called out with a groggy voice.

"Just a little before 7, dear," came the distant-sounding reply.

James made a noncommittal noise as he stretched in bed, relishing in the latent warmth of his bedsheets and the scent of Anne's honey-lemon shampoo wafting in from the en-suite bathroom.

"How's hashbrowns and scrambled eggs for breakfast sound?" he asked as he tugged on his blue striped house robe.

"Delicious!"

James walked down to the kitchen, taking care to start the coffee maker first before grabbing a whisk for the eggs. As he set about making breakfast, he could hear the early morning sounds of his children waking up and getting ready. He frowned as he remembered last night.

"Smells good, James," Anne sing-songed as she stepped into the kitchen, preparing mugs of coffee just the way she and her husband liked them.

"Do you know if anything's wrong with Kimmie-cub?" he asked, apropos of nothing.

Anne hummed as she set the table. "She and Ron are going strong, her highway cleanup event went swimmingly, and Bonnie missed the last cheerleading practise due to the flu… So as far as I know, she's doing fabulous. Why do you ask?"

James regaled the events from last night. "And I plum don't know what to do about it," he ended as he plated the food.

Anne's frown only deepened as the story progressed. "That certainly doesn't sound like Kimmie. I'm sure she had a good reason for it, though."

"What reasons are there for unnecessary back talk and blatant disrespect for your father, Anne?" James contended.

Anne glanced at the clock hanging above the stove and was shocked into movement. "I'll look into it, dear," she said as she kissed her husband on the cheek and packed some of her breakfast to-go. "Try not to rehash the same argument over breakfast, okay? I have a peripheral nerve injury at 8:30. Love you!"

Anne's concern for rehashing the argument at breakfast were ultimately unfounded.

"It's so nice for you to join us for breakfast, Kim!" Jean said as she laid down avocados, chicken sausage, and toast in front of the teen. 'I don't think I've shared a meal with you at this table since 2001!"

Kim grinned bashfully. "Sorry about that, Mrs. Stoppable. I'll make more of an effort to come around," she promised.

"Don't listen to my wife, Kim," Gene said. "We've saved so much money since we stopped having to feed Ronald and Rufus for breakfast!"

"Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!"

Kim laughed at Ron and Rufus' objections and the sight of Gene rubbing his sore side as Jean looked on disapprovingly. The rest of breakfast was similarly familial, and Kim wondered to herself why she didn't hang out at Ron's more often.

As Kim and Ron walked to school, the conversation eventually swung back to Kim's spat with her dad.

"And this isn't even the first time he's let the tweebs off the hook for chores!" Kim ranted. "You know, I've never worried about favourites before—my parents are usually so good at treating us all equally—but sometimes I feel like Dad just has a soft spot for the twins since they actually took up an interest in rocket science. Still, that's not a good explanation for letting them slack off on chores and then making me pick up that slack!"

"I don't know, KP," Ron worried. "There's only so much rebellion a parent can take from a kid. One day, you refuse to do the housework; and the next day, they adopt a whole other child so that they can fox all the parenting mistakes they made on you and produce a functioning member of society!" Rufus nodded along worriedly.

Kim cut her eyes at her boyfriend. "I don't think my parents plan on adopting a fourth child just to get someone to wash the dishes. And honestly, I wouldn't have minded doing all that if Dad had just asked nicely. Or offered to help himself. Either one really, without me having to point that stuff out to him."

Ron could tell how much this was really affecting his girlfriend, so he wrapped a comforting arm around her. "If it makes you feel any better, I haven't done the dishes a day in my life."

Kim laughed as she playfully pushed him away. "That's such a lie."

Ron easily slid back into place beside her. "Yeah, but it made you smile."

[sharperthewriter]

Stoppable Family Vacation - Ch. 5

Chapter 5 - Planning It Out

(October 5, 2018, 7:11pm, four weeks after the vacation announcement)

"Kids, your father and I are ready to take you two out to ice cream." Kim called out from upstairs.

She was wearing her Club Banana dark denim overalls over a sleeveless white cropped blouse that showed off a good bit of her cleavage. The overalls were a bit baggy, had a hole in the right kneecap, and also showed off the sides of her midriff. Both straps were hooked but the right clasp was moving up and down against the button. Gold hoop earrings, a statement gold necklace, a long silver chain necklace with a star on it, a silver locket Ron gave her for their fifth anniversary, a single bracelet, CB ladies watch, and two rings on both her fingers, including the wedding band, completed the jewelry department . She wore her hair in a ponytail and had purple eyeshadow, blush, makeup, red lipstick, and red fingernails. Simple white sneakers completed the outfit.

Ron came down from the master bedroom with Rufus on his shoulder. He was wearing a long-sleeved button-down dress shirt and baggy blue jeans that was showing off his pink heart boxers with a belt to hold them up. He completed this outfit with a simple gold chain R medallion and blue shoes.

"Really, Ron? With the bling and saggy pants?" Kim sighed.

"C'mon, KS! The kids really wanna see me getting down and all crunk!" Ron whined.

"The ice cream parlor that we're going to doesn't allow pants worn like that." Kim countered. "Plus, you're gonna set a bad example for Justin if he does that at school."

"Daddy, why do you wear your pants funny like that?" Justin asked.

"See, sport? It's a very long story, it all began..." Ron said before his wife cut him off.

"Ahem?! Ron, you can keep the medallion, but lose the sag!"

"Awww...man..." Ron groaned as he headed back to the master suite to adjust his pants.

"I wanna see Daddy perform in those clown pants!" Alexa replied.

"Believe me, Alexa." Kim replied to her daugher, "He has done that before with me...and it's not pretty."

The Stoppables then took the restored 1970 9-passenger Wombat Station Wagon to Butterbean's Ice Cream Parlor, which was about a short 15-minute drive from their house. There, they intended to plan their trip to South Dakota.

At their table, the Stoppable parents laid out a map of South Dakota. Rufus folded up the corner so that it was straight.

"So we're going to schedule it for the week of Thanksgiving!" Kim said while taking a bite of her vanilla ice cream, "That's what we all agreed on, right?" The right strap of her overalls was undone and dangling behind her back.

Ron nodded his head and added after eating a bite of his strawberry ice cream. "Now the issue becomes a) which attractions we're going to and b) how are going to travel there?"

Kim pointed on the map and replied. "We'll do the attractions in order from the western part of the state to the eastern. That way, we can cover more ground. Now, everyone in this family has agreed to two attractions per member. We also agreed on two attractions that the whole family can ejoy. Plus an attraction that me and your father agreed on for both kids and two additional romantic attractions that me and Ron can spend time with each other alone."

The other Stoppable family members nodded their heads in agreement as well.

"So how many is that?" Justin asked.

"Umm...I actually do not know." Ron replied. "KS? A little help here?"

"Ron, we'll get to that in a moment. But let us not forget to visit the Lipskys on Thursday for Thanksgiving and me shopping with Sheila and Monique on Friday followed by a Oh Boyz reunion concert as well."

"Wait...the Oh Boyz are reunited?" Ron questioned in complete surprise.

"Yes!" Kim replied, "The news broke on Flitter earlier this week! The Oh Boyz are doing a concert with Britina at the Denny Sanford Premier Center on Friday evening! I already bought three tickets for me, Sheila, and Monique!"

"Wait, Monique's going to be in South Dakota too?" Ron asked.

"Yes! Didn't Sheila tell you that she's going to invite her as well?" Kim countered back with a question of her own.

"I actually didn't open the email when we got home from work." Ron admitted.

"Since we are in charge, we get to go first." Ron replied.

"Which one? Mommy or Daddy?" Alexa chirped while finishing up her lemon ice cream.

"Your mom is the head of the household." Ron said, looking at his wife with a wide smile on her face. "She makes the first move."

Kim got her tablet out and scrolled down the list of attractions for the entire state.

"Now, we all agreed that Mt. Rushmore and Badlands National Park are the two attractions that this family will visit. For me, the attractions I chose to my own liking are the Wind Cave National Monument and Falls Park." Kim replied, selecting the attractions she would like to visit.

Ron then announced the attractions in South Dakota that he desired to visit, "And for me, I'm gonna go with the Center of the United States and the Corn Palace!"

"And cue the corn puns..." Kim sighed, rolling her eyes.

He then asked, "What did one ear of corn say to the other ear of corn? Don't look now. but I think someone is stalking us."

The kids laughed at the joke.

Ron then told another corn pun to his daughter.

"Hey, Alexa! What did the baby corn say to the mama corn? Where's pop corn?"

Alexa giggled with delight.

"Goody...that will be in my nightmares tonight..." Kim groaned, grabbing her head.

Taking a deep breath and regaining her composure, she then continued. "The attraction that both me and your father agreed on for you children is Storybook Island."

"And for Rufus?" Kim asked.

Rufus scurried on over to the tablet and scrolled down with his personal choice of vacation.

"He's got that covered already, KS!" Ron said with a smile.

"Cheese!" was what the naked mole rat squeaked. Rufus pointed to Cheese World in Sioux Falls.

"Good choice, Rufus!" Kim exclaimed, patting the mole rat on the head.

"Now...the interesting choices...the kids." Ron then added, focusing his attention on the two kids that they have.

He then looked at his son.

"Since Justin is the oldest of the two, I elect for him to go first."

Alexa had a grumpy look on her face. "No fair! I wanna go first!"

Justin stuck his tongue out and said, "Too bad that you're younger than me!"

Kim saw this and scolded him.

"Justin, how many times do I have to tell you not to stick your tongue out at your sister like that?"

"Sorry, Mommy..." Justin replied with sincerity.

"Now, Justin..." Kim said in a calm voice, "...which attractions would you like to visit in South Dakota?"

She scrolled the list in front of Justin. Without hesitation, he pointed to Bear Country USA and the 25th Annual Demolition Derby at the Fairgrounds in Sioux Falls.

"Oh boy...give him another appetite for destruction..." Kim sighed. She and Ron0 had seen their son destroy his toy cars with a brick.

"You know...he gets that from your side of the family." Ron quipped on the genetics.

"Sometimes, I curse the day the Tweebs were born in this world!" Kim grunted on the real reason that part of the Possible family flowed into Justin's blood.

And then turning to her daughter, Kim then asked her in a very cute voice.

"Now, Alexa, my little snugglebunny! What would Mommy like to take you on this trip?"

"The Children...muse-um!" Alexa squeaked with joy, pointing to the South Dakota Children's Museum. "And a dolly house!" She then selected the South Dakota Doll Museum in the capital city, Pierre.

"Ick..." was all Justin could muster, making a small gagging sound of disgust.

"Very good choices, Alexa!" Kim smiled, selecting the choices on her tablet. "We'll try and work them into the vacation schedule."

"What days are we going to be gone again?" Ron asked as he finished up his ice cream.

Kim said with a short sigh. "We're going to be gone from November 19th thru the 28th. That should give all of us enough time to visit South Dakota. Again, we have set aside days to visit the Badlands and Mt. Rushmore, not to mention the Lipskys Thanksgiving and Black Friday with my other girl pals!"

"Sounds like a perfect idea to me!" Ron agreed. "So are we ready to go back to the house?"

Kim gave a devilish smirk and replied, "Not just yet, Ron! Lemme go and use the little girls room first!"

"Go right ahead, KS!" Ron smiled.

Kim headed towards the women's restroom.

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Stoppable Family Vacation - Ch. 10

Chapter 10 - Day 1: Up In Smoke

His wife, meanwhile, exited the women's restroom with Alexa.

"I did a good job!" Alexa squeaked.

"Yes, you did, honey!" Kim smiled, patting her daughter on the head, "That gives you and your brother candy!"

She bought a couple pieces of candy for Justin and Alexa, two Nachos with cheese for Rufus and Ron, and a diet soda for herself at the register.

"Please and thank you!" Alexa said to the cashier.

Kim smiled at this and said, "I used to say that when I was your age, shortly before I met your dad in pre-K!"

Rufus crawled up on Kim's shoulder and chittered.

"What is it, Rufus?" Kim asked to the mole rat.

Rufus pointed out to Ron rushing up to the convenience store and he was panicking.

"Ron, what is it?" Kim questioned.

"My keys are inside the van and it's locked!" Ron screamed.

"This is so the third time in a month that this has happened!" Kim sighed, "Let me just get my..."

"No, KS! This is the job for the man of the house!" Ron exclaimed before asking the cashier, "Uh, do you , by any chance have a crowbar that I can use?"

"I'll see if my manager has one." the cashier replied.

"Ah, thank goodness!" Ron said with a sigh of relief, "I thought this trip would end up in disaster!"

The store manager brought him a crowbar and said, "Bring it back, okay?"

"No, problem, dude!" Ron grinned.

"Ron, you know that I..." Kim sighed, trying to intercede.

"Don't worry, KS. I got it all under control!" Ron replied with the crowbar in hand. He went back to the van to try to open it.

Kim groaned loudly and carried the nachos with cheese. She had the candy and sodas in a plastic bag.

Ron got to work and used the swan neck of the crowbar on the door. But unfortunately, he made four small dents on that door and he dented the door handle, This earned a facepalm from Kim.

"Wise guy, huh! Well, Mr. Locked Door, we'll just see about that!" he yelled as he used the crowbar try and break the glass window, but all he could do was a few cracks with his small frame. Justin, meanwhile, was enjoying all the destruction, clapping his hands. He had crushed small toy cars before with a brick.

Unfortunately for Ron, the keys fell off the seat and into the console.

"Oh no! Now how am I supposed to get to them now?" he complained.

Kim cleared her throat and took out her lipstick from her CCB handbag.

"KS! I though we can't use GJ gadgets in civilian life except in case of emergencies!" Ron exclaimed, for he had read most...key word most...of the GJ handbook

"Hello! Hyperactive 5-year old trapped in a van qualifies as an emergency, Ron!" Kim countered. "Section 48 Clause 14 Subsection Delta authorizes the use of gadgets in this department!"

"Let me show you how the real experts do it, Ron!" Kim replied while taking out her laser lipstick. She aimed and fired the laser at the door lock. The lock melted, forcing the door to open.

"And there you go. That's how you force-open the car!"

"Okay, that solves that problem!" Ron said, giving the crowbar back to the manager. "Ah, thanks for bringing my food, KS!"

"You're welcome, Ron!" Kim replied as she escorted Alexa back to the van.

Kim got back into the car as well. She dug her hand through the compartment and handed Ron the keys.

"Ah, there they are! Now let's roll!"

Ron started up the engine and the van went off the Dinoco back onto the interstate. They were about 70 miles from the Juanna farm on US 385.

(12:30pm)

Luckily, after the whole door incident in Sterling, the Stoppables encountered no other problems as they reached exit 180, the last exit before the Colorado-Nebraska state line. They headed south on US 385 en route to the Juanna farm.

After driving about five miles, Ron saw a mailbox that had the last name Juanna on it.

"This is the place!" he replied as he pulled into a long dirt driveway that must've stretched for two more miles on the Colorado prairie.

The Juana house was a one-story ranch-style house that was about 3,000 square feet, 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. It also contained a very small farm of a peculiar drug that was legal in Colorado and nine other states plus DC.

"Ron, I'm not sure about adding two more people on the trip." Kim said as the vehicle came to a complete stop.

"Why? The Stoppable-mobile can seat up to 8 comfortably!" Ron replied, pointing to the empty third-row bench.

"It's also not just that..." Kim said.

She then insisted to her husband "Keep Justin and Alexa in the car."

Kim then crept around the house.

"Aunt Ednel?" she called out. "Are you around? "

And then she caught sight of a young woman in her mid 20s wearing a bell-bottomed off-the-shoulder white shirt tied in the middle in the front so that a good amount of cleavage was shown and undone dark denim men's work overalls that were slightly too big for her. It was also clear to Kim that a) she was barefoot and dirty and b) she had no panties on. She had long blonde hair that went down her back and brown eyes. She had a mood crystal around her neck

This was Mary Juana, granola girl and vegan extrodinarie and the daughter of Ednel.

She was doing yoga on a mat, humming along to the sitar music being playing on a CD player.

"Mary?" Kim then asked.

"I detect the presence of an outsider..." Mary hummed, "...but since she is related to the blood of one of my cousins, I shall speak to her."

She was about to stand up.

"Mary, please! Can you at least hook up one strap of your overalls?" Kim insisted, "I do not want to see a bad sitch of your bare ass, especially the fact that I have two very young children around!"

"The last time I checked, Kim, you did not come from my mother's womb." Mary snarked. "But since you mentined the kids, I will hook them up."

"Thank God!" Kim exclaimed, "Now can you please tell me where Aunt Ednel is?"

"She's in the house making lunch." Mary said while hooking up the left strap of her overalls but leaving the right one unclipped. "Grandpa Wilbur is also inside."

"Goody...him again!" Kim groaned.

She was only here for two minutes but it felt like more than an hour to her. And the Stoppable still had yet to reach the South Dakota border.

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Stoppable Family Vacation - Ch. 6

(This chapter of SFV, just to let everyone know, has sexual content and nudity in it. You have been forewarned.)

Chapter 6 - Romantic Adventures

Back at the ice cream parlor, Kim came out of the women's restroom with both clasps of the overalls moving up and down against the buttons.

"Ah, now this is so much more like it!" Kim grinned, adoring her own fashion creation.

Ron saw this and grinned. Sweat began to pour from his head.

"KS, you look so steaming hot right now!"

"Geee...thanks, hubby!" Kim said sultry, playing with her overalls buckles.

"As you always say, it's no big!" Ron replied, still sweating frantically.

"Why are Mommy's clothes dancing like that?" Justin wondered.

"Dunno...but your mother is just totes adorbs right now!" Ron replied while drooling.

"Spool up the drool, Ron!" Kim smirked while the overalls buckles continued to go up and down against the buttons on the bib. "We're going to save that for the bedroom. I'm gonna also order a sundae..."

"YAY!" cheered both Justin, Rufus and Alexa.

"Sorry, you two. It's just for me and Ron." Kim insisted. "You two had enough sweets for tonight."

"AWWW MAN!" whined the kids and mole rat.

"We're gonna take two to-go boxes, Ron." Kim said while petting her husband's blonde hair. The right buckle on her overalls slipped off the button, letting the bib curl up. "For we are going to do something...'special'...with them!"

Justin, and Alexa both looked at their parents very funny. They don't know what to think of it.

Kim hooked the buckle back up, but she'll know that it'll slip off again.

Rufus, however, did. And it wasn't often a suitable sight for naked mole rats to see.

(30 minutes later)

When the Stoppables got to the house, Kim locked up the station wagon while her overalls buckles continued to dance up and down against the buttons. She then glanced at the worst vehicle the Stoppables currently owned now that the Rustbucket was in the junkyard: the brown-green 1996 Drudge Tangerine minivan that still had the stench of hog manure, the windows covered in dirt, and the dead lovebugs on the front bumper of the van. He had received that van in the will of one of his deceased aunts that he disliked a lot about two years ago.

"Ugh...hope we don't take that vehicle to South Dakota!" she said with disgust.

"You got that right!" Ron replied in agreement.

"Which kinda reminds me though..." Kim said as she drew the words WASH ME on the back window of the van.

"Yeah, KS...I'll get to it." Ron promised, scratching his back. "We'll put the little Munchkins to bed. It'll be a piece of cake!"

(20 more minutes later)

"Justin! Alexa! Come back here!" Kim exclaimed while trying to chase her son through the house. Justin was in his pajamas and was chewing on a lot of candy from his mouth. Alexa, also in her pajamas, was eating up some cookies with crumbs onto the floor. They were covered head to toe in dirt. Kim's overalls buckles were held up by safety pins to the bib. They were, loosely, to the buttons.

"Gotta catch me, Mommy!" Alexa squealed.

"Are you too slow?" Justin taunted.

"You two need to get back here so that you can take your baths!" she exclaimed.

"Great...dealing with two dirty people is enough on my plate..." Kim groaned.

"The Dirt Monster is going to get you now!" Ron shouted. Like his kids, he and Rufus were also covered in dirt.

"Better make that four dirty people!" Kim moaned even louder.

(One more hour later)

Kim tucked Alexa into her bed and turned out the light in her room. Earlier, she and Ron did the same for Justin.

"Good night, Alexa! See you in the morning!" she said as she closed the door to her room.

Ron was waiting for her with his famous bedroom eyes. His eyes were fixated on Kim's overalls buckles still going up and down on the bib. Kim also popped off two more buttons off her button-down shirt so that it exposed more of her cleavage and her bra.

"So with the kiddies off to bed, I think we should get our sundaes from the fridge so that we can talk more about romantic sites just for the two of us!" Kim replied with a smirk on her face. "And eating isn't the only sitch we're going to do with these sundaes.

Ron grinned, "Oooh!"

With the two of them alone, Ron smirked, "You know...there's just the two of us and the kids are asleep."

"Plus the naked mole rat here." Kim said, pointing to Rufus, whom was still awake.

"Once I put Rufus to bed, we can plan some romantic...fun...together!" Ron grinned.

(15 more minutes later)

After Ron put Rufus to bed, Kim took out the sundaes from the fridge and she and Ron sat down at the dining room table. Both buckles to Kim's overalls were on the verge of coming off the bib. Ron replied to this by loosening his belt a notch. The baggy jeans got a bit lower, showing off his boxers. He allowed them to go below his buttocks but not show off any skin...yet. He sat on his underwear.

"Where do you suggest we go for a romantic getaway during the trip?" he asked. "I mean, we got the kids and all."

"The only thing I would suggest is for the both of us to go to a nightclub in Rapids City." Kim replied as the left buckle to her overalls slipped off the button. At the same time, some of the ice cream that she was eating fell off the spoon and onto her breasts and bra. Ron instinctively grabbed a napkin from the table and, holding up his pants, tried to clean it but Kim refused.

"Uh-uhhh, Ron...this is for the 'fun' that we're going to do in the master bedroom."

Ron relented and replied, "Okay, KS! Whatever you say!"

"I did some research on South Dakota nightlife and...truth be told...it isn't much." Kim said while looking at her tablet. "There are only a grand total of four nightclub in the entire state of South Dakota: two in Rapids City and two in Sioux Falls."

"Are there any that allow saggy pants?" Ron asked.

"According to the Moogle maps, only one: the Red Dog Nightclub and Bar allows saggy pants for both men and women between the hours of 10pm and 1am. And they don't allow saggy pants below the buttocks of both genders. Twerking is allowed between 11pm and midnight." Kim replied while looking through the tablet.

"Then that's the place where we are gonna go when the kiddies go to sleep!" Ron replied. "I always wanted to dance with my pants on the verge of falling down."

"Yeah..." Kim replied sarcastically while rolling her eyes. "You always LOOOOVE to do that..."

The other strap of Kim's overalls slipped through its button and the bib disappeared from Ron's sight from the table. The bulge in his crotch began to grow, for the straps were still on Kim's shoulders. He couldn't wait to slip them off her flaxen shoulders.

"So now..." Kim grinned while taking another bite of her ice cream. She took off a couple more buttons off her shirt, showing off more of her ample bosom.

Kim also took the cherry and whipped cream and rubbed it against her her hands. She was making a tantalizing mess of herself with the bra straps off her shoulders.

"...we'll plan one final thing and then call it a night."

"And what thing would that be?" he asked.

"Renting a cabin!" came Kim's reply.

"Hmmm...gotta think long and hard on this, KS!" Ron said as he finished up his ice cream. "You have to remember my issues with Wannaweep."

"Ron, you camped with the kids before!" Kim replied.

"Yeah, but that was in our backyard with a tent." Ron replied. "We're going to be out in the wilderness in the middle of God-knows-where!"

"How about this?! How about if we choose an RV park, with cabins, right near the interstate?" Kim suggested as the ice cream continued to drip on her breasts. "That way, we can avoid the sitch getting lost and we can get on the road quicker!"

"That's not a bad idea, KS!" Ron exclaimed for joy, "Both you and I can rent a cabin and Rufus and the kids can use the tent and trailer."

"One vacation stich avoided!" Kim grinned. "Now that we have everything for the vacation down, I'll just slip into something a little more...comfortable!" Kim smirked as well, for she knew what Ron was thinking. She slid the unhooked overalls straps off her shoulders to allow the overalls to be undone and falling behind her back. Her panties were exposed. She also unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her button-down shirt, exposing her bra. She then took out a popsicle from the freezer and began to suck on the popsicle. The juices of her popsicle blended well with the ice cream and chocolate syrup on her breasts.

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" Ron grinned.

(10:30pm)

Both he and Kim were alone in the master bedroom.

Kim was still in her unbuttoned shirt and undone overalls, but had her shoes on as well as her jewelry. Ron, meanwhile, still had his shirt buttoned and his pants were still buttoned but unbelted, but also showing off his boxers. His bulge was growing more apparent and he sweated even harder.

"Do you have the condiments ready?" Ron asked.

"Let's see. We got mayonnaise, a pickle, fuzzy handcuffs from my bachelorette party, a spray can filled with whipped cream, a tub of nacho cheese and a stick of butter." Kim replied while unhooking her bra.

"That's what we need to make sure that we'll have a fun time tonight!" Ron grinned as he started to unbutton his pants.

Kim purred and took off the top part of her bra, showing off fully her breasts jiggling around.

"Ooooo! Going for the kink stuff, aren't we?" Ron chuckled as he grabbed the pickle and held it over his crotch .

Kim said as her overalls got lower. "You want it fast or slow?"

"I'd go with slow first...and then fast, KS!" Ron grinned.

"You got it, you amazing goofball!" Kim laughed as her undone overalls got lower and baggier. She grabbed the stick of butter and whipped cream and crawled onto the bed like a wild female panther about to mate with her male. She then put the stick of butter on her panties.

"Now..." Kim said, pausing for a moment before ripping off Ron's button-down shirt and pulled down his pants. "...let's begin our fun, Agent R Stoppable!" Her overalls, at that instant, fell to the ground, only clothed in her panties with the butter sticking out.

"Your mission, Agent K Stoppable, should you choose to accept it, is to rub this stick of butter and nacho cheese on my chest and kiss me passionately! Then we can go from there!" Ron said suggestively.

"Consider that mission accepted, Agent R Stoppable!" Kim replied with a smile. She began to smear the butter onto Ron's chest and began to kiss him passionately They began to moan and kiss so hard that they slammed the door to the master bedroom. On a sign on the doornob, it said, "SECRET AGENTS 'IN TRAINING' - DO NOT DISTURB"

The two were going to have a hot time in town tonight.

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Stoppable Family Vacation - Ch. 9

Chapter 9 - Day 1: The Door Incident

(9:30am)

Since the Lipsky's house was located on the outskirts of Pierre, the capital of South Dakota, it'd would be a very long 8 1/2 hour drive from Middleton. To make things even for the Stoppable husband/wife team, Kim and Ron agreed to split the driving duties in half: Ron from Middleton to North Platte, Nebraska and Kim from that point to the hotel in Pierre. On the way back, it would be the other way around. She and Ron took the full Thanksgiving week off of work at Global Justice for this.

"Alright, we got everything!" he said, dusting his hands off.

He got into the drivers' door and closed it. His wife got in the passenger's side and removed her coat.

"And we're going to be there in Pierre!" Ron exclaimed as he put the ignition key into the minivan. The engine started up and Ron pulled the car in reverse. The GPS that they plan to use, Gipsi, would be their vital way of getting directions

"Ron, after fighting off those VILE agents a few days ago in Italy..." Kim said, "...it's glad that we got a few days off."

"Yeah, I'd thought we'd never recover those paintings in time." Ron added while putting the key in the ignition. It started up the engine.

He pulled out in reverse and added, "Besides, they weren't as tough as those WEE goons we faced when we rescued Dr. Director!"

"Are we trying to compare whose henchmen in the past we faced in the past?" Kim wondered.

"KS, in all our years of crimefighting, Dementor's were ususally the toughest!" Ron said, shifting the car's gear into drive.

"Yeah." Kim replied while kissing her husband on the cheek, "Now, let's begin this drive!"

The kids and mole rat cheered as the minivan began its 500-mile journey to the Lipskys.

For the first 15 miles of the journey, all seemed fine within the Stoppables in their minivan.

That was until Ron uttered the following words.

"Uh, KS! Something just came to my mind!"

Kim asked, "What is it, Ron?"

"Did I turn the stove off. You know...after breakfast before we locked up the house?" Ron asked and then began to scream out loud.

And then Kim began to scream in horror as well, followed by Rufus, Justin and Alexa.

They were on the outskirts of Denver when Ron made a turnaround to go back to the house.

(1 more hour hater)

"Well that was a complete waste of time!" Kim said, resting her head on her right elbow.

The Stoppable family was now on Interstate 76 on the outskirts of Fort Morgan. As it turned out, Ron actually DID turn off the stove after breakfast.

"I gotta stop having these brain farts!" Ron replied while keeping his hands on the wheel of the Stoppable-mobile.

Then, Kim's smartphone began to ring.

"I'll get that!" she sighed, digging through her expensive County CB handbag for the phone.

It was Ednel Juanna on the phone.

Kim: "Oh hey, Aunt Ednel!"

Ednel: "Kimberly, I hope you and Ronald are coming over here for lunch!"

Kim: "Don't worry! Ron has everything under control!

Ednel: "Riiiiiiiiiight. You do know where our house is, correct?

Kim: Is it on the edge of the Colorado-Nebraska state line?

Ednel: Yes, right between the towns of Julesburg and Holyoke. Our farm is off of US 385! And remember, I want you to not only be here by noon but also, as I mentioned last night to Ronald, to take Mary and her friend Canni to Edna Lipsky's house!

Kim: Don't worry! We'll stay here for a couple of hours and be back on the road with the two!

Ednel: I will see you then!

"So Aunt Ednel wants us for lunch?" Ron asked, "I hope this doesn't cut into Bueno Nacho time because we plan to stop at one at Oge...Ogu...ugh! I can't get the name right!"

"Ogallaga, Nebraska, Ron! No wonder why you almost flunked Barkin's US Geography course in high school!" Kim giggled.

(40 more mnutes later)

The Stoppable-mobile continued down Interstate 76. They were past mile marker 114.

Ron decided to break the ice to Kim and asked her, "KS, do you think that the Stoppable Vacation Curse will ruin this vacation?"

"What?" Kim questioned, stunned that her husband would say that "Of course not! As long as we do not take any un-necessary detours, or run into anything that is considered sick and wrong, we should be good on our way to South Dakota!"

But Ron wasn't convinced and he began to ask a myriad of questions.

"But what if something happens?" What if we run into a gang of bikers and we'd be forced to hot oil wrestle each other? What if our clothes get burned or destroyed? What if we get gunged from head to toe? What if a hot actor drives up and tries to take you away from me? "

"Ron, look at us! We're all grown up!" Kim said, pointing out the here and now, "We're into our thirties now! We got two beautiful...and peacefully sleeping...kids. So I guarantee you that nothing will happen to us on this trip to Mama Lipsky. My 'rents are also going to be there as well, so I expect you and the kids to be on your best behavior."

"That totally won't be a prob! The Ronster's gonna be cool like school!" Ron said, while flowing his left hand outward and keeping one hand on the steering wheel. "I'm like a glass half-full that's never empty!"

Kim took a look at the gas gague and said, "Um, Ron, speaking of empty..."

Ron looked at it too and said, "Ooops..."

The gas gague was nearing the red E.

"You forgot to fill the van up with gas before we left for a trip...again!" Kim muttered, raising her eyebrow.

"No prob, KS! All we have to do is to go to the Dinoco at the next exit." Ron replied. "Now let's see here! We are nearing exit 125, Sterling, Colorado."

He saw the blue information sign for gas that, yes, there is a Dinoco.

Kim turned to the sleeping Stoppable kids and said to them, "Okay, Stoppable troops, we're coming up on our first break of the trip. Do any of you kids need to use the rest room?"

"I do!" Alexa squeaked.

"I don't!" Justin added.

Rufus woke up and shook his head, indicating a yes.

"Fine." Kim sighed "Looks like I may need to use the restroom as well!"

"Alright, we're entering the exit now." Ron said while pulling the van into the onramp.

The van headed right to go to the nearby Dinoco and stopped right.

Ron said, "Alexa, my dear, go with Mommy to go tee-tee. I'll stay here with Justin and fuel up the van."

"Yes, Dad!" Alexa replied as she got out of the car with Kim. Rufus got out the car as well.

"Do you want anything, Ron?" Kim asked.

"Meh...just a coffee and some nachos." Ron replied. "It'll tide me over till we get to Oolal...Ooolei?"

"Ogallala, Nebraska!" Kim corrected him.

"That's what I was about to say, KS." Ron groaned, "There's a Bueno Nacho over there that we can eat for lunch.

Kim and Alexa headed off together into the Dinoco. Ron, in the meantime, took the key out of the ignition, and set the keys to lock because of the fact that Kim had a lot of valuable jewelry in the Stoppable-mobile. He put the keys in his back pocket loosely and got off the driver seat, whistling. But he was unaware that the keys slipped from his khakis pocket, falling onto the seat. He closed the door and started to pump the gas.

After about 5 minutes, the gas tank was full.

"Ah, she's all up and ready to go!" Ron grinned while putting the nozzle back into the pump.

He turned to the drivers seat and gasped! Ron's keys were on the edge of the drivers seat...and the van is locked with Justin inside, laughing and making faces!

"Oh no! Oh please NO!" Ron exclaimed, struggling to get the door to open.

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Stoppable Family Vacation - Ch. 8

Chapter 8 - Day 1: False Starts

(2:15 am)

Ron groggily got up, sleepwalking with his eyes closed. Kim, in the meantime, was still asleep, as well as Rufus. He got downstairs to the fridge to attempt to drink milk but only pours it into the sink. He attempted to drink it but mumbled. "KS, we're out of milk. Can you run to the store?" He opened the door leading up to the garage and tried to press the button to the garage doors. It, plus the earlier abuse from Justin, caused a chain reaction to blow out all four motors. But that did not wake up the former sidekick as he continued to sleepwalk through the house.

"I'm going to take a shower now..." Ron groaned. He then stripped himself of his pajamas and underwear and went outside, in the nude, to bathe in his own kiddie pool with soap and shampoo. He then returned to put his clothes back on.

Ron went back upstairs, still with his eyes closed.

"I'm gonna plug in my cell phone now, KS."

Kim, still asleep, said with a yawn, "Yeah...do that, Ron!"

Ron unplugged one of the electrical sockets and then put in his cell pone charger to charge up his phone.

He then resumed going back to sleep.

(7:15 am)

"

Ron? Ron! Wake up!" Kim exclaimed, shaking Ron in the bed.

"Huh? Whuh?" Ron groaned "I wanna ride a pony!"

"Ron! Don't you know what time it is?" Kim shouted as she was hooking up her black baggy overalls over her white button-down blzaer. She hooked the left strap and then the right strap. The overalls were a little bit big for her as it appeared to swallow her, for the sides also showed off a part of her boxers as well. She added her statement gold-chain necklace with a gold-plated elephant head on it, three bracelets, dangling earrings, a long golden heart necklace, and four rings, including the wedding band. She also had her giant $1,800 black Country Club Banana handbag. Also, leopard

Kim then took out her Kimmunicator pendant 5.0 to show Ron the time: 7:15am.

"We're two hours behind schedule!" Kim exclaimed, "And we haven't even left the damn house yet!"

"Oh no! I gotta get dressed!" Ron yelled with panic. He was also furious with himself at the same time, screaming and pouding his fists on the bathroom sink.

"I shouldn't have accidentally unplugged our alarm clocks while sleep-walking!" he screamed.

Kim groaned at this bufoonery from Ron, but she had understood his...deficiencies...long ago.

(8am)

All the Stoppables, and Rufus, hurried downstairs, all dressed and ready to go. Both Justin and Alexa have their backpacks ready as well as coloring books and a few toys to bring along for the ride.

"Okay, everyone!" Ron explained, "We got everything packed into the station wagon and we are ready to head out on the road!"

The other family members cheered as well as Ron opened up the door leading to the garage.

"And here...we...go!"

Ron shouted this as he hit the garage door openers.

But nothing happened.

"Uh, KS...why isn't this working?"

"I don't know! Last night before I went to bed, they worked!" Kim countered.

He tried all four garage door buttons and none of them worked! The Sloth 4.0 they used for work, the new 2019 Panther SUV Ron bought Kim, and the two station wagons that both Ron and Kim inherited from their deceased grandfather and grandmother respectively, the Lancer and the Wombat...they were all trapped.

"Can't we use our gadgets to break these garage doors?" Ron asked.

"Section 48, Clause 14, Sententce 5: GJ protocol forbids the use of GJ-made gadgets, all made by one Wade Load, to be used in civilian life except in cases of emergencies!" Kim replied. "You read and signed the contract, right?"*

"Yeah, I did, Kim. Now can you run it by Wade and see if we can use the gadgets to blast the Wombat out of its garage coffin?"

"I'll see what I can do, Ron." Kim sighed.

(2 minutes later)

Kim came back, sighing in defeat.

"So what did Wade say?" Ron asked.

"Trapped vehicles in a garage doesn't qualify as an emergency under the list of exceptions for approved use of GJ-made gadgets in civilian life!" Kim explained from the results of the conversation she had with Wade.

"We currently own 5 vehicles, KS and..."

A look of dread then came across her face and then Ron's.

"If the garage door openers are not working and we can't use our gadgets..." Kim uttered.

"...then that means the only vehicle that is on the driveway is..." Ron gasped.

Then both parents said that dreaded name, screaming at the top of their lungs.

"THE STOPPABLE-MOBILE!"

Rufus screamed in terror at the top of his lungs

Yes, the Stoppables were now forced to go with plan B for their trip to South Dakota...going in the infamous pea-green-covered-in-fake-wood-paneling monstrosity that is the 1996 Drudge Tangerine minivan that still reeked of hog manure, despite Ron washing most of the car, and had wheel rims that were mismatched on all 4 wheels that was sitting there...right in their driveway. It also had a car alarm that was so loud and obnoxious that the Stoppables had to go to court for noise complaints from the neighbors.

"KS...please tell us there's another way!" Ron gasped in horror.

"There is none, Ron!" Kim relayed the worse news to her husband, "We said in our marriage vows 'for better or for worse'. Well, this is one of those 'for worse' sitches that we're just gonna have to make do!"

"If we can give that girl one last dance..." Ron said while caressing his wife's back, "...I would spend it with you, Kim!"

"You're such the cute Romeo, Ron!" Kim replied with a brief cute moment before ordering her husband, "Now, get the suitcases from the Wombat. We're taking them in the Turd-mobile."

"It prefers to be called the Tangerine, KS!" Ron countered as he headed back in the garage.

"Whatever..." Kim sighed.

(1 more hour later)

Ron had loaded the last of the luggage into the van while Kim was strapping Alexa into her car seat.

"Mommy...the van still smells!" Alexa complained.

"Sorry, sweetie, but Mommy has got to make the best do out of everything in this sitch." Kim sweetly replied to her daughter.

Turning out to Ron as he closed the door, she then asked, "Ron, do you have the reservations for the hotels we're ging to be staying at?

"I got the reservations, KS." Ron replied as he was getting out his suitcase. He carried the reservations of the hotels he thinks the Stoppable family was going to be staying at. "All I need to do is to put my suitcase in the van!"

Rufus then scurried out of the house and climbed on his owner's shoulder.

"Heya, Rufus, ol' buddy!" Ron said with a smile, petting his naked mole rat on the head. "Why don't you go in the back seat with the kids while I lock up the house!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" Rufus squeaked.

Rufus then got into the minivan's middle row where the kids were at. He cuddled with them.

"Aww...that's totally cute!" Ron smiled while locking up the door to the house.

He then gulped at the Stoppable-mobile. There was no wondering what adventures awaited them in the vehicle.

As the Stoppables drove by a Middleton PD car, one of the officers, drinking her coffee, said. "There go the Stoppables on vacation again."

A second officer, scarfing down donuts and getting powdered sugar on his uniform, replied, "How much do you wanna bet that their vacation would be a disaster?"

"I'm willing to bet you $50 bucks." the female officer replied.

"$100 if the van is on the very verge of falling apart at the end of the vacation!" the male officer grinned.

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The 12th Annual Kim Possible Fannie Awards - Ch. 4

Chapter 4 - A Tough Call About five miles from where Sentinel and Cajunbear were staying stood a modest two-story house in a neighborhood of Middleton. Priced around $400k, it was a five bedroom, six-and-a half-bathroom house and had a three-car garage and was roughly around 3900 square feet. It also had a pool, a barbecue area, a small wet bar, and a whirlpool to round out the amenities. An additional guesthouse had an extra bedroom and bathroom. This was the house of Kim and Ron Stoppable, the most well-known couple in town. Both of them were 28 years of age and have been married for five years. Also, for the same length of time, they've been a part of Global Justice and were regarded as their best agents. They've taken on a lot of big-name villains and Kim literally had the scars to prove it. She received some on her face, one running down her left arm, and one across her forehead after a vile alien leader that wasn't of Lorwardian descent smashed her head through a control panel. She's also had an upper ear stud and a star cluster tattoo on her wrist since her freshman year in college. The two went through a very rough patch during the college years, even resulting in them nearly breaking up. But after recommitting and coming to a deeper understanding of themselves, Team Possible's bond, was stronger than ever before. Ron and Kim exchanged their vows in their own hometown with the entire world watching, even a few of the former villains she faced during her high school years were shedding tears as they exchanged the rings. After a wild and unpredictable honeymoon involving Murphy's Law, the newlyweds finally settled down back in Middleton. A few months into their gig at Global Justice, Kim found out that she was pregnant with her first kid, so she was relegated to doing desk duty while her cousin, Joss, filled in. She didn't enjoy the work at first, even jawing with her cousin a couple of times. However, she settled into the routine until she finally gave birth to the Stoppable's first child, a boy. Justin Davis Stoppable was born on June 15, 2013 at a healthy 6 lbs 8 ounces. Kim and Ron were now proud parents. Fourteen months, and many more successful GJ missions, later, Kim was pregnant again. The reaction to Ron's face, as she recalled, was to simply faint to the floor. Their second child, Alexa Ann Stoppable, a girl, was born on March 4, 2015, weighing at 6 pounds 11 ounces. So now here was Kim and Ron: balancing a family, paying the bills, raising two kids, and taking on super-villains bent on world domination with the help of their GJ team. But, as a famous saying by a former world-saving cheerleader, she can indeed do anything. On that fateful March night, Ron was making dinner for their growing family, which consisted of grilled chicken, broccoli and rice. Nothing much changed about him physically except that his voice was deeper and he regrew the soul patch he shaved off before getting hitched with Kim. Rufus, meanwhile, was the same naked mole rat as he always has been since high school. He was always the expert cook in the family...unlike his wife. Alexa was already cooing and developed a few words and was already walking on her own by her first year. "Goo-goo! Da-da!" Alexa babbled on her high-chair at the end of the dining room table. Rufus, still there after all these years, served as the entertainment for the baby by tapdancing on the table!" "Daddy will be there for you, sweetie! He has to cook for the fam! Yummy-yummy for your tummy!" Ron said with sweet talk to his daughter while sauteing the chicken. "Rufus, I may need your help to add in the spices!" "Coming!" the naked mole-rat squeaked, heading to his master to prep the food. Kim, in the meantime, was in the den with the oldest of the two kids. She was wearing a denim jumpsuit with a pair of high-heeled boots. About three of the buttons were unbuttoned but she had an undershirt underneath. She also accessorized it with several gold and silver bracelets, three long gold and silver necklaces, and large hoop earrings. "I don't wanna eat brocolli..." the young four-year old Justin whined. "Why?" Kim asked while scrolling down her high-tech tablet, "Your dad's good at cooking veggies for you." "Carrots are my favorite veggie." Justin replied softly. "Fine, carrots it is for you." Kim replied with a smile. "Someday, you're gonna grow big and strong!" "Just like you, Mommy?" Justin asked. "Yes..." Kim grinned, "Like both me and your dad." The phone from the kitchen, however, began to ring. "KP! Phone!" "Coming, Ron!" Kim replied as she came into the kitchen. She then picked up the phone while turning on the faucet to get a glass of water. "Watch Justin for me for a few minutes." Kim instructed her husband. "Yay, Daddy!" Justin cheered, hugging his dad's leg. "Little guy's growing up so fast!" Ron sniffled a little. Kim asked, "Hello! Who's this?" "It's CajunBear on the other end!" the recipient replied on the other end. "Oh, hey, CB! What's been the sitch on your end?" Kim asked, taking a sip of water. "You reviewed a few good stories as of late? "Yeah. We're finally setting up the 12th Annual Fannies this year!" CajunBear said. Kim walked into the den, drinking the water. "That's spankin'! But I thought you had budget problems stemming from last years' Fannies! The whole automated system thing was Whitem's fault!" "Don't blame me if he played mind tricks on us!" Cajunbear replied on the other end. "Anywho, we finally got someone that will pay for the whole shebang!" "And who would that be?" Kim asked with a smile while taking a sip of water. "Bonnie Rockwaller" came the reply from Cajunbear's mouth. Hearing that dreaded name, Kim spat the water from her mouth in complete surprise and yelled, "BONNIE MARIE ROCKWALLER?!" In that instant, both Alexa and Justin started to wail and cry openly. Ron, whom had finished cooking up the dinner, came to the den and stuck fingers in his ears to try to hold off the crying. Rufus stuck his fingers in his ear too. "KP, we've agreed not to mention her name in this house!" he sighed, "Come on, pony up the money..." Kim sighed, putting down the phone. She gave Ron a $5 bill. Ron then took the bill and put it in the jar, titled 'The Noddle Incident Jar', and it was overflowing with a lot of bills. "Thank you for doing business." the former sidekick-distraction-now-husband said with a smile, "Now, me and Rufus will tend to the changelings while you continue with the call with Cajunbear." "I'm going to take it upstairs, Ron. I'll be back down for dinner!" came the reply from Kim as she headed upstairs to the master bedroom, trying not to make her offspring upset again. _Once she was in the master bedroom, she resumed the call on her phone. "Sorry, CB. A whole new sitch developed with the changelings when they heard that brunette's name." Kim said. "No probs, Kim! I know that feeling!" Cajunbear replied on the other end. "So, as you know now, the Rockwaller mansion is paying for the whole thing. The statuettes, the food, the rights to her opera house and banquet hall...everything. All she asked in return is product placement, top billing, and me and Sent working at her mansion for a couple of months." "Seems like a fair deal..." Kim said, begrudgingly "...for her!" "Looks as if 10 years hasn't changed her one bit." Cajunbear laughed a little. "It hasn't. The 'all-that' Miss Rockwaller nearly had me arrested a couple of times, one during high school!" Kim bitterly complained. Cajunbear remembered, "Oh yes, that was the one with Ron wearing baggy pants showing his underwear on your date and..." But Kim cut him off, "Not another word about it!" "Good!" Kim muttered, "Now, is Miss 100-ft Gold Statue of Herself going to host the ceremony?" "I don't know, Kim! All she said is that she wants you and Ronald to come over with us to her house to discuss on what to plan for the Fannies!" Cajunbear said. "No...no way am I going to set foot in her house of Egoville!" Kim angrily sneered. "I'd rather host the thing at the Cow N' Chow!" "Kim! Listen to me! We have to continue this tradition! Did that ever stop us holding the ceremony when the great authors passed on...?" Her anger subsided into a private sadness on the reflection of the loss of one of the great voices of the fandom. "I know...I was there at Argus' funeral. It's hard losing people that are so connected to a fandom of...well...me, Ron, Rufus, Wade and the rest of the crew." "But I am just not comfortable with Bonnie hosting the Fannies this year!" she continued. "She'll probably only use it as a four-hour propaganda film to glorify herself and set the stage to humiliate me and Ron in front of the others!" "She's not actually HOSTING the ceremony, she's just footing the bill!" Cajunbear explained. "Despite all the stuff we've been through, we still have to continue on the tradition, no matter what happens in the fandom or where we host it!" Kim reluctantly agreed, "Very well, CB. But if I, or any of the members of Global Justice, detect anything illegal that Miss Rockwaller is hiding, I will escort her out her own mansion in handcuffs!" She continued on, "I will be picking up you and Sent tomorrow. On that note, he'd better not blab about that million-word story in my face, or I will have the judge put a restraining order on him!" "Sent is all tight-lipped on the story, I promise, Kim!" Cajunbear replied. "No word of it will come from him!" "Good! I'll talk with the hubs about this. I'll see you and Sent tomorrow!" Kim said. "OK, laters!" Cajunbear replied, ending the call.