KigoNormally, Shego hated anyone who messed with her plans. Normally, Shego fought hard no matter who could get hurt. Normally, Shego didn't think twice about goody-goodies.
But nothing had been normal since the red-haired teen flipped into her life. She found herself calling the cheerleader by nicknames such as 'Kimmie', 'Pumpkin', and 'Princess'. She got closer than normal in hand-to-hand combat. She pinned Kim when she could have kicked or punched. She was falling for the annoying brat.
"Shego!" She winced at the interruption.
"What, Dr. D.?" She hollered.
"I have a fool-proof plan to finally defeat Kim Possible!" Drakken strutted into the room proudly. Shego filed her nails. "Shego! Pay attention! This plan will not fail!" She sighed at looked at her employer. "There's no way it can go wrong!"
"Until it does." She muttered, returning her attention to her fingernails. Drakken carried on, unaware.
A Few Days After Defeating the Door Lord...Someone knocked loudly at the door and Marceline startled out of bed, flew quickly over to the front door, and peered out, hoping for an impromptu jam sesh with Finn and Jake. It was daylight, she had keeping odd hours lately, roughly midday to midnight awake, the other half of the day asleep.
"Oh, glob." She whispered, seeing Princess Bubblegum on the porch. "What do you want?" She asked through the door.
"Marceline, you know we need to talk about this."
"Tch." She'd been hoping to avoid this talk for a while. She unlocked the door and floated into the kitchen, arms crossed. Bonnie opened the door and entered hesitantly, perching anxiously on the sofa. Marceline quickly finger-combed her hair and returned with a small bowl of strawberries, sucking the red out of a few and dropping them back in the bowl, still edible despite the lack of colour. Bonnie grabbed a red one and ate it, much to Marceline's annoyance. "You know the grey ones taste the same." She huffed, floating an inc
KiGo pt. 2 "So, KP, what was up with Shego at the mall?" Ron asked between bites of naco.
"Weird." Added Rufus.
"She uh, never told me." Kim lied, looking at her food rather than her best friend. And possibly your future boyfriend, her conscience whispered. She swallowed hard. "Hey, Ron, I'm gonna go back to my place, get started on homework. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" Ron waved, Rufus had already jumped into her abandoned food and was steadily devouring anything edible.
When Kim got to her bedroom, She fell onto her bed with a sigh.
"Everything alright, Kimmy-cub?" Her mom called.
"Yeah, Mom. Just tired." After a few minutes of lying down, Kim got on her computer. Not knowing where else to start, she looked for gay quizzes. 10 minutes later she had blown off that idea. She logged into an anonymous gay chat. She sat and watched for a while, noting the difference in topics. People chatting about favorite mov
They were chilling on Marceline's porch, staying out of the sun's rays so the vampire could relax, and they were spared the worst of the summer heat (Bubblegum was kind of susceptible to caramelizing). Finn had brought BMO, who was inside napping/charging. Marcy was inside getting drinks and the conversation had hit a lull. Finn glanced up and noticed something weird attached to the roof. Marceline walked out with home-made iced strawberry lemonade, floating for a moment to close the door with her feet. She was wearing her grey tank top and cut-offs with sneakers.
"Hey, Marcy, what's that?" Finn asked, pointing.
"Huh? It's a basketball hoop." She replied, handing drinks out. Finn, Jake, and PB all looked at each other for clarification, shrugging. "It's a game, from before the Great Mushroom War. I've got a ball inside if you want to play."
"Before the war?" Finn repeated. "Man, Marcy, sometimes I forget how old you are."
"You forget what, Finn?" Her face shifted to that of a de
Elphaba - wedding argument"I am NOT wearing a pink dress for our wedding!"
"But Elphie, it's traditional!"
"I'm not much for tradition, and besides, I clash with everything, and I DETEST pink!"
"You are NOT wearing your ratty black frock to our wedding!"
"Well, what other than black will look good on me?!"
"Purple goes good with green."
"Oh, fine! But I'M picking the shade of purple."
"No you are not! If I let you do that, you'd show up for our special day in the darkest purple you could find!"
"UGH, whatEVER! But if you try to force me into a hoopskirt or something else frilly that you wear all the time, I WILL turn you into a frog, Glinda!"
"No, you won't, because you love me."
"Oh, go teach Chistery some new words, Fae. That always puts you in a better mood."