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notmrskennedy · 3 years

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Professor, pt 1

A/N - so i heard from like four of you which is enough to warrant me posting drafts that weren’t supposed to see the light of day - ANYWAY this was originally written in third person and let me tell you it takes a ridiculous amount of effort to change tenses like holy hell.

(Technically the prequel Friendliness but can stand alone if you really want it to. There’s a part two to this so watch out for that tomorrow.)

Summary - Spencer meets a professor and falls in love for a few hours

W/C - 2k

Warnings - none-ish? there’s a small smattering of violence and horrible changing of the tenses

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Spencer can’t help the irony that he’s in a freshman college class for the first time ever while protecting one of the students. Who knew that a tiny club of DnD players could incite so much rage out of an un-sub? So here he was, trying to blend in—even though he’s 25, he still looks 14 and there’s really no real reason why he should be worried about being caught—in order to protect a freshman who was more pimple than male specimen.

Joesph—the poor kid in question—takes a seat in the front row and Spencer’s obligated to sit within tackling distance, though he hopes it won’t come to that. Hopefully, Morgan will have the kid the un-sub goes for and Spencer can just enjoy being in college again. The painfully familiar auditorium seats, the stale air, and bad fluorescents feel more like home than he cares to admit.

College hadn’t been all too unpleasant. High school he’d gotten picked on mercilessly. College, however, had meant getting doted on by hot sorority girls and earning the protection of frat boys—they’d picked up rather quickly that he knew football strategy better than they did after Spencer had hustled a TV and 400 dollars from them. Sure, he didn’t drink, but every single drunk teenager had welcomed him with open arms and lots of ginger ale.

There’s chatter and for the ten minutes before class starts, Spencer is torn between trying to figure out which song is quietly playing around the room and watching for a particularly rage-filled college student serial killer. Instead, he just finds too many bored faces. Most of the kids are drinking coffee like the best of them and he’s itching for his next fix just looking at it.

The first two rows: a terrible vantage point to be profiling, but a beautifully defensible post. He watches absently as one of the TAs, who looks a little younger than him, organizes three stacks of papers on the front desk and flips through several different pages on the podium. His attention is focused solely on you for nearly a minute too long—he can hear the voice in his head chastising him for how often he gets distracted by pretty people.

You look of the fragile sort, the in-the-lab kind of future scientist. There’s something about you that’s captivating. It might be the way you keep reorganizing the papers to perfection or maybe it’s the way you study the room so closely. And while he thinks that you might not be able to physically stop someone, you sure look like the kind of person that could crush him in chess.

He’s 25 and is considering chess as a marriage proposal.

Joesph shuffles his books around in the seat in front of Spencer and you, the beautiful TA in question, hold a watch up as you move to the centre of the room. Class is starting. Class is starting and he’s hopeful the professor never actually shows up.

He notices your watch is on your right wrist—are you left handed?—as you smile widely and clap her hands together. First day jitters seem to keep everyone silent, waiting on baited breath for you to start. Spencer would stay on baited breath for the rest of his life for you. You were utterly captivating after all—he could see the drool from several students’ mouths a few seats over.

“This is Anthropology 101,” you announce. “If this isn’t your class, you’re free to leave. Or stay if you want. Did you guys know that anxiety disorders affect more than 40 million US adults? Or 1 in 5, I guess, if you want the easier pill to swallow.”

Spencer’s heart jumps into his throat and he wants to raise his hand just to ask you to marry him.

“Anyway,” you sigh, leaning back agains the front desk, “I spit out a lot of facts. Usually something that begins with ‘did you know’ won’t be on the tests. I try to be fair. Which brings us to ice breakers.”

The class collectively groans. You scoff.

“Oh hush, I’m the only one doing the ice breakers so chill out. Jeez.” Spencer waits patiently for your soft breath and then your further announcement of, “I’m officially Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, but that’s like only if my boss comes in or for any emails you send. You can call me Y/N because that’s like normal. I got my doctorate in forensic anthropology a year ago and I’ve been teaching since I started grad school three years ago. You’re in safe hands, I promise.”

He almost kicks himself. You’re the professor. How many times had he been nearly kicked out of a classroom when he was in grad school for saying he was the professor? How many times had he been 18 and trying to get an ounce of respect for himself?

You continue, waving your hands about like you could pull your ideas back down to earth. “Um—a fun fact about me is that I am not welcome in certain parts of the world for ‘violating’ what are called exhumation laws, which is silly in my opinion. I had the legal right to carry that head on the plane and—and I hope you did the reading because there’s a first day pop quiz.”

The entire class lets out one simultaneous frustrated whine that alights something almost wicked in your eyes. You wave over two students from the other end of the front row and they begin passing out test papers as you explain.

“You’ll have a total of fifteen minutes to answer ten questions. We’ll start on my mark. If you have any trouble, give me a shout and I’ll help you out. After this, we’ll go over the syllabus and if you’re lucky, leave early.”

Spencer’s passed a test and immediately notices there’s no place for a name. Just a bolded “Student #21” at the top. Another girl raises the question and you snicker. “I like puzzles,” is the only answer you give before the time starts.

Question four: what are the top three songs you’ve been listening to? Please list.

Question six: why are you taking this class?

A: This is a requirement

B: I heard it was easy

C: I heard the professor was hot

D: I really enjoy anthropology! (liar)

Question nine: Creationism or Evolution?

Question ten: Quickly. If you were going to have dinner, would it be with Bill or Hillary Clinton?

Spencer can’t hide the grin he’s got the entire test. It’s all ridiculous get-to-know-you questions. He can tell what merit you’re getting out of them. There’s one judging study habits, one judging religion, feminism, politics—you’ve created her own little innocuous questionnaire. Spencer was sure the students would just think you were strange, but he saw the cleverness.

Spencer also notices that once you notice him, you don’t stop noticing him. He wonders what you see. You’re so obviously profiling him that it hurts. Do you see the FBI agent? The scholar? The doctor? The drug addict? The man in a boy’s skin?

Your timer beeps and you shout for pencils down. Your makeshift TAs are dispatched to collect the papers and you make the stacks perfect when they make it to the desk. You move to the whiteboard, a set of papers clutched in your hand, and lean against it to address the class.

“Test go alright?” your grin is contagious and Spencer can’t help but mirror it. You glance at Spencer, turns back to the class, and tuck your hair behind your ear. You let the class chatter on for a moment, setting the papers down on the table, and readjust the undone cuffs of your white button down. He never thought that a sweater vest and jeans could look so hot.

You smirk and check your watch one more time. “Let’s talk about tests because I know you all have questions. Everything on the test is either written on the board, on the notes, or in the study guide—if you fail after that, come to office hours. I’ve got Advil for the hangovers.”

Thankfully, Joesph is one of those students who has to speak to every single one of his professors. Spencer waits patiently behind the kid, trying to keep the smell from the lack of deodorant just out of range.

He keeps a hard gaze on all of the students moving in and out of the auditorium. There’s nothing to see, just a lot of students with a lot of normal college apathy. No anger, no serial killer, no one to tackle.

“Sometimes the BO is worse than a corpse’s expulsion of gas,” you joke from your place atop the desk. Spencer looks up, and furrows his eyebrows as his brain processes. Your face falls for a split second, but your curiosity replaces it just as quickly. Joesph’s jaw hits the floor, stumbling for some way to explain himself or maybe some half decent way to insult the pretty professor.

Spencer laughs, probably a little more than he should have, considering he wasn’t supposed to out himself as an FBI agent. You tuck your hair behind your ear again and, for someone younger than 25, you are surprisingly wide eyed with perception and curiosity.

“Do you like puzzles, Doctor—“

“Reid,” he supplies, trying to swallow around the lump in his throat. “Spencer.”

You raise an eyebrow, chewing on your bottom lip in contemplation. You turn your focus back to Joesph—a boy worse at talking to those scoring higher than an 8 than Spencer was at the same age. “So, Joesph, why does the good doctor need to be within tackling distance of you?”

Joesph flounders, turns to hide his blush, and yelps like God himself has come down to kick him in the ass. Spencer takes one good look at the 18 year old girl charging towards a pimple of a boy and he launches before he can give much consideration to how much its going to hurt.

But between the noticing and the launching, he makes a list: she’s got so much black eyeliner that Emily’s high school yearbook photos would be jealous; she’s about to inflict about a 9 on the pain scale if she’s left to her plan; there’s obviously no plan other to scratch Joesph’s eyes out; her nails are the size of tiger claws and Spencer desperately wishes he had a better pain tolerance; there’s no weapon.

The tackle takes seconds. It’s a practised movement. Roll. Knee. Handcuffs. The girl is screaming and crying and kicking and biting. His arm’s on fire and she’s struggling enough that it’s taking more than ten seconds to get the handcuffs on.

It’s calculated as he presses his knee harder into her back. She yelps and stills long enough that Spencer closes the handcuffs on her tiny, sliced up wrists. The cutting explains some things…

“Hence the tackling distance,” You sum up, bending down just slightly to look the killer in the face. Your nose wrinkles. “You had very distinct ideas on the cultural value of suicide.”

Spencer shakes his head, hauls the girl to her feet, and beckons for Joesph to follow. The entire world falls out of view as he manhandles the girl into an easy walk. The students step to the side to gawk, and he’s thankful for the wide berth. If someone got hurt, the paperwork alone—

“It was nice meeting you, Dr. Reid!” you call and he glances back over his shoulder. You’re waving around the stack of papers in your arms, utterly ridiculous, terribly adorable. He hopes his smile is more suave than love sick, but the fleeting flirtation is especially over when Miss Unchecked Rage kicks out as Joesph comes into her line of sight.

Spencer throws his whole weight into keeping her down. There’s no room to fall in love after a day. Especially with someone on a college campus halfway across the country from him. There’s even less room to manoeuvre Miss Eyeliner even without Joesph waddling into her eye line every few seconds. Seriously, he thinks, how hard is it to keep behind me?

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captainjimothycarter · 3 years

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So silly image of sorts based on cousins, but Peggy and Steve vs other parents regarding their kid because their kid takes after serumed daddy and is big for his age. Someone giving them shit for being terrible parents cause their 'obviously' pre-school aged child is throwing a fit and the snap back that the kid is a year, 18 months, not pre-school don't expect a big kid just because he's tall/broad for his age, he's still a baby etc.

Okay maybe less funny but over protective Steve really wanted to showcase himself.

They knew that there was going to be problems down the road with Steve having the serum and he and Peggy trying for kids.

Howard had given his own input or two and it was nothing more than, “We simply don’t know what will happen, kid. It’s all guessing games. Peggy’s pregnancy could either be completely normal six, seven, eighteen months or she could have the kid in six and the kid be fine or worst.”

Peggy’s lips pursed slightly, taking Steve’s hand into her own. Their wedding bands gently brushed one another as she did. “First off, do you not know how long a woman is pregnant for, Howard? Nine months! Nine months. How…” She pinched the bridge of her nose and waved off anything he said in explanation.

“Second,” she continued with a huff. “What do you mean worse?”

Here now, Howard looked sheepish, more so for the worse than the lack of knowing how long a woman was pregnant for. “Well...when we first met Steve he did have that laundry list of problems and-”

“You mean our kid could be like how I was?” Steve interjected, interrupting an annoyed-looking Howard. “They could-could-”

“Hold up, before you start spiraling, Stevie.” Howard’s hands flew up, raised to defend himself and stop Steve from starting to panic. “I said could. If. Maybe. It’s a possibility, a slight possibility that we have to consider, even if I don’t think it’s possible. That serum coursing through your veins rewrites DNA. Genetics. Your little kid is more likely to have that serum than to have any laundry list of your problem.”

But it was still something they had to think about and Steve was struggling to wrap his mind around that.

All through Peggy’s pregnancy, that problem remained in the back of his head. It was a possibility. No matter how much he tried to reassure himself with the countless doctors and even Howard saying that Peggy was doing outstanding for her pregnancy, how big the baby was, and what naught.

It was still there, no matter how much he tried to drown it with optimistic thoughts.

It wasn’t until Chester Micheal Carter-Rogers was born at ten pounds and nine ounces, twenty-five inches in length did Steve breathe a sigh of relief. Even if Chest was three weeks early and Peggy had to have a c-section.

Peggy and baby were both fine and Steve was grateful, so, so, so grateful.

That’s when the problems began to show how it would be to raise a child with the serum. How much of the serum and if they’d later possess super-human strength, no one was sure. Not even Howard. It was all development.

At three months, Chester was already sitting up on his own and responding to his name with a toothless smile. At five months, he was holding his own bottle and loving to play with his parents. At six months, started the teething.

“Well, at least he doesn’t have your strength,” Peggy tried to joke as Chester chewed on the slushy-texture pacifier. “Else he would’ve bitten my nipple straight off with those three teeth halfway coming in. If he bites my nipple, we’re having a problem, mister.”

Chester just giggled at his mama’s finger and gripped at it, making Steve give that half-smile of relief.

Chester was eight months before he said his first word, “Broom!”

Steve dropped the broom he was holding, looking down at the heavy boy strapped to his chest. He’d dropped a glass earlier and was trying to clean it up, having strapped his baby boy to him so he wasn’t hurt. “Did you just…?”

Chester grinned a whole eight teeth in his mouth now. “Broom! Broom!”

“You just…” Steve swallowed, feeling faint and overwhelmed with pride as he picked the boy up and hugged him. “You spoke!”

It was near the year mark did Howard point something out over dinner. “You know...Chester has never been sick.”

Peggy shared a look with Steve, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth. Steve lowered his fork and looked at their baby that he was feeding mashed-up food. “That’s true,” she said carefully after a moment of thought. “Not even a fever, a cold. I wasn’t sickly as a child but I had my fair share of colds as an infant and Lord knows you did too, Steve.”

“I think it’s safe to confirm that Chester has Steve’s serum,” Howard mused as if no one had already thought about that. “Good for him.”

Other parents started to notice the developments too during their daddy and me! classes. There were some snide remarks on how big their boy was for a one-year-old.

“Thirty-two pounds!” Gretta hissed, glaring at where Steve was showing Chester and the other kids how to blow bubbles. “He said Chester is thirty-two pounds and thirty-five inches! Can you believe that? Look at how big he is!”

Steve huffed in annoyance and tried not to let the other gossip get to him. It wasn’t until Peggy stormed home one day after a grocery trip with Chester, the little boy sniffling like he’d been crying did it hit him how rude the other parents were.

“I ran into our darling neighbor today,” she noted, slamming the eggs down on the counter.

Steve flinched and hope they weren’t broken as he finished buttoning up Chester’s pants after he’d taken him to the bathroom. “Darling,” he warned, knowing how sensitive Chester was to emotions. “Which neighbor?”

“Oh, the wonderful and perfect Kelly and her perfectly normal daughter Jackie. Don’t you know how perfect they are?”

Steve watched as she half-aggressively put up the groceries, only stopping her when she almost dropped the barely-survived eggs. “Peggy,” he breathed, cupping her jawline. “What did they say?”

“Chester went to hug Jackie as normal - he’s fascinated with other kids and you know him, doesn’t know his own strength, and is just getting the hang of walking right. He fell into Jackie and pushed them both down and Kelly acted like he had punched her daughter. She told me to keep my monster of a child away from her and her family. I told her then she needs to keep her husband home and away from his mistress on business trips.”

Steve’s lips pursed and looked over to Chester playing with his blocks, sighing. Yeah, he got that. The neighbors were not the most polite about Chester’s rapid growth. It’s not like they could say he was Captain America and Chester had some percentage of the super-soldier serum.

“Well, maybe she’ll learn to keep her mouth shut,” he grunted, taking the eggs from her to safely put in the fridge.

In the two months since that incident, Chester was speaking more, learning new words every day. He was even speaking full sentences and could name objects. Now he was walking by himself, kicking a ball back and forth, and even sang songs.

Unfortunately, that meant that Peggy had, of course, taught their son The Man With The Plan.

Right now, none of that mattered. Not when Chester, his beautiful son with his downy soft blonde hair, and hazel eyes, was screaming in the buggy. Not that Steve blamed his son, really. The kid was hot and icky and tired and after several boosters from the doctor, he wouldn’t want to be in public either.

But grocery trips had to be had.

And it didn’t help that Kelly shouldered by them, dragging her daughter and loudly stating that Jackie wasn’t allowed to hug Chester or even look at him.

Now how do you explain that to a child who’s already in a bad mood? You don’t.

Steve had given up on comforting Chester beyond rubbing his back and whispering to him as he looked at the options of oatmeal. He was still sniffling and hiccuping loudly and screaming every so often, even if Kelly had insisted on staying on the aisle with them.

“If that was my daughter,” she droned on without anyone asking her, “I would’ve taught her right and told her tantrums to get you nowhere, especially at that age.”

“And what age might that be?” Steve challenged, standing up and laying a hand on the cart. Chester’s little fingers wrapped around his middle finger to try to suckle on. Poor buddy. Still had that tooth coming in.

“Four, isn’t he?”

Steve just blinked at her, scooping Chester up to try to ground him. God, he wishes Peggy was here. She wouldn’t keep her temper in check as much as he was, but her comfort was greatly needed.

“You know damn well that our kids were born the same year, just months apart, and your daughter, who’s now pulling open the boxes of grits, by the way, is three months older than Chest. And by the way, Kelly, Chest is only eighteen months old! He’s just big for his age and upset because you’re a terrible mother who insists that our kids can’t play together.”

“Well-well-” Kelly stomped to her child and ripped the box from her hand, jerking her up. “He’s too big! He’ll hurt her! He’s nothing but a m-”

Steve didn’t feel his feet moving him until he was in front of the woman about to call his child a monster. He cradled Chester closer to him and glared down at her.

“Finish that sentence, I dare you. You and I both know damn well that Paul isn’t the father of your child and unless you want him to know…” The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he stepped back fixed Chester in his arms. “Come on, Chest. I know mommy is waiting for us at the house. Are you ready for our big move, huh? Away from judgemental neighbors who can’t keep themselves in check, yeah? We’ll find new friends for you to play with who don’t mind how big you are. Yeah, we will!”

It might’ve taken two months from moving from Brooklyn to DC and to finally get their house in order but Chester was a lot happier here.

More room to play around in, even having three play dates lined up in the last week with new neighbors who didn’t seem to mind their son was a little more advance.

It wasn’t until the four-month mark hit and Peggy came home from a doctor appointment within Shield did Steve feel the familiar dread hit him as she silently handed him a blank envelope.

Two sonograms were laid inside. One labeled baby a and the other baby b.

“Twins,” he breathed, looking over to Chester rolling his ball after the cat. “We’re having...twins.”

Peggy, seeing the familiar look pulled him in for a comforting kiss. “We are, but at least we have practice with Chester. And no judgemental Kelly around here.”

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derekfoxwit · 3 years

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Doctor Dorpden’s Critical Tips of Prestige

Note: This post was made with satirical intentions in mind. I’m only emphasizing because I’ve had a couple of comments on previous joke posts I’ve did take it seriously. With that said, here we go.

Tip 1: For starters, remember that when looking at the work, if the Mystic Knee twitches fast enough to punch a hole in a wall, this suggests that the work should be near the lowest of the low. No further development of opinion is needed.

Tip 2: For an equal degree of sophistication, give the warm comfort of nostalgia at least 5 times more chances than the new thing that MAY seem actually poggers.

Tip 3: If you have the anecdote of encountering shitty fans, then use them as a scapegoat for the show they flaunt over being shitty. Clearly, they’re always making the show the way it is.

Tip 4: If you haven’t heard much about a newer film or show you’re yet to watch, there’s an 85% chance that film or show is actually not worth your time. The Father (2020) isn’t as widespread as Joker (2019) for a reason.

Tip 5: At this point, just go for the Asian Artist Dick. I’m actually in the mood to see merit in that because I want to look edgy against cute doodles. Stop attacking Uzaki-Chan, you cowards!

Tip 6: Avoid the electronic tunes. They’ll make you smell like a bum, for there’s no structural in a music album that’s nothing but wubs.

Tip 7: If you see a Tweet that looks dumb, use it as a means of generalizing all the fans of a work as sharing that same opinion.

Tip 8: If the cartoon I’m given doesn’t provide me with mature ideas such as slicing an Arbok in half or fake boobs, then the cartoon might as well be on the same level as Teletubbies.

Tip 9: You know the music is (c)rap when it brings up drugs, regardless of lyrical context.

Tip 10: Raw mood is the indicator of quality cartooning. If you’re quick to assume the worst in the newest HBO Max original cartoon, then you got thyself a stinker. Same thing if you were super bummed out when watching a new thing, regardless of anecdotal context.

Tip 11: When you’re not given continuous throwbacks, ensure you’re as reductive and over-generalizing about the works shown as possible.

Tip 12: If your hazy and imperfect as hell recollection of a children’s film, whether it’s Wall-E or Lilo & Stitch, would describe said film as “too sugary” or “key-waving schlock”, then that HAS to be the case. No meat on that bone whatsoever.

Tip 13: Simpler, more graphic style that isn’t as realistic as old-school Disney or Anime? You got yourself a lazy style with zero passion put into it.

UPA? Who’s THAT?!

Tip 14: Don’t trust anyone saying that western children’s cartoons had any form of artistic development after 2008 (with, like, TWO exceptions). If it did, why didn’t we go from stealing organs in a 2001 cartoon to showing opened stomachs in a 2021 cartoon?

Tip 15: Big booba is always important to the strong female character’s quality.

Tip 16: Only MY ships count, for they provide me with a feeling of intelligence.

Tip 17: “PG-13″ and “R” rating just simply mean you’re not caring for expressing themes in a sophisticated manner. It’s just THAT simple until I dictate otherwise.

Tip 18: In this age of smelly radicals, “Death of the Author” is more important than ever. Without it, this’ll imply that a classic like The Matrix was secretly toxic, due to what the Wachowskis have to say about it being an “allegory of trans people.”

Tip 19: Turn the fandoms you hate into your torture porn. Ask in Tweets to Retweet one sentence that’d “trigger” them. Go out of your way to paint all of them as blind consoomers. That’ll show them, and it’ll show how much more intelligent you are compared to those clowns.

Tip 20: Whatever the Mystic Knee dictates upon the first viewing of a work is what shall indicate the full structural extent of the film.

Tip 21: The mindset of a 2000s edgelord is one that actually understands the artistry of the medium of animation. Listen to that crazy but ingenious man.

Tip 22: Because sheer ambition makes me feel manly, the high pedestal you bestow upon a cartoon work should be based mostly on the mere mention or mere suggestion of serious topics. This means that pure comedy is smelly.

Tip 23: Is the new work tackling subjects that you’ve loved a childhood work of yours for covering? Just assume it’s super bare-bones in that case compared to the older case, for there’s nothing the older work can do to truly prove itself otherwise. Seriously, Letterboxd. Stop giving any 2010s cartoon anything above a 4/5

Tip 24: If the Mystic Knee is suggesting that the work is crummy, then consider any explanation off the top of your head for why the work in question is crummy.

Tip 25: Sexual and gender identity is inherently political, so don’t focus on them in the story. It’s no wonder why Full Metal Alchemist has caught on more than the She-Ra reboot.

Tip 26: Since I got bothered by a random butt monkey type character in a crummy cartoon, I’m now obligated to assume that having a butt monkey will only harm the writing integrity of the cartoon.

Seriously, Mr. Enter....what?!

Tip 27: We’re at a point where pure comedy for a kids’ cartoon is doing nothing but dumbing down the children. Like seriously...... I doubt Billy and Mandy would ever use farts as a punchline, unlike these newer kids comedies.

Tip 28: The difference between the innuendo in kids’ cartoons I grew up on and the ones Zootopia made is the sense of prestige they give me. Just take notes from the former instead.

Tip 29: Wanna make a work of artistic merit? Just take notes from the stuff I whore out to. It’s just THAT simple until I dictate otherwise.

Tip 30: Always remember this golden rule: If the newer work, or a work you’ve recently experienced the first time, was truly great, why isn’t it providing the exact emotions from your younger, more impressionable years?

Tip 31: If the Mystic Knee aims to break the bones of a character doing certain things (.i.e. having body count of thousands; lashing out to character; etc.), that means the character is bad and deserves no redemption.

Tip 32: If you want me to believe there’s any intrigue or depth in your antagonist, give them redemption, for I am in need of that sorta thing being spelled out. Looking at you, Syndrome. Should’ve taken notes from Tai Lung.

Tip 33: In a case where you’re going “X > Y” (.i.e. manga compared to western comics), ALWAYS CHERRY PICK! Use the recent controversies of the “Y” item while pretending that the “X” item has never had anything of the sort.

Tip 34: BEFORE you bring up those comments that shat on the original Teen Titans cartoon back when it was new, whether for making Starfire “more PC” or whatever.......the DIFFERENCE between them and me is that THEY were just bad faith fools that couldn’t see true majesty out of blind rage. I, however, am truly certain that calling any western TV cartoon from 2014-onward a work that transcends its generation suggests a destruction of the medium.

Tip 35: Based on fandom growth, it shows that any newer show isn’t being watched much by kids, but rather loser adults that act like children. Therefore, there’s more prestige in what I grew with.

Tip 36: The focus on children is bad at this point since the children of today have attention spans that flies would have.

Tip 37: A select few screenshots (or even one) of either a less elaborate attacking animation, less realistic game graphics, or a less on-model image in a cartoon indicates EVERYTHING about the work’s quality.

Tip 38: Consuming or writing media where characters go through constant suffering is little more than gaining pleasure out of it. YOU SICKOS!

Looking at you, Lily Orchard!

Tip 39: Whether it’s a sexual awakening story or just simply a romance, focus on a character being lesbian, trans, bi, etc., then it shouldn’t be in a kids’ work. It’s too spicy for them by default. Kids don’t want romance anyway.

Tip 40: The very idea of a western cartoon with no full-blown antagonist (i.e. Inside Out) is a destruction of animated artistry. Sorry, but it’s just THAT simple until I dictate otherwise.

Tip 41: Unless it’s my fluffy pillow, such as Disney’s Robin Hood, it should be obligated to assume the inserting of anthros is only there to pleasure the furries. Looking at YOU, Zootopia!

Tip 42: With how rough and rash The Beast was, it shows that he was more of an abusive lover. Therefore, I refuse to believe that Beauty and the Beast has any of the meticulous moral writing that most of Disney’s other 90s films has.

Tip 43: When you suggest one work should’ve “taken notes” from another work in order to do better, BE VAGUE! Those who agree will be shown to be geniuses.

Tip 44: Remember how morally grey Invader Zim was? That really goes to show how little the Western Animation scene has been trying since that show. Really should just be taking notes from that series (and of course anime).

Tip 45: Even if I have a radar that clearly indicates such, hiding the item I look for inside an enemy is always bad, for I refuse to believe it would be inside the enemy.

Goddamn it, Arin!

Tip 46: People struggle understanding your gender identity or pronouns? All there is to see in that is a giant cloud of egotism that reads “My problems” zapping another smaller cloud that reads “other people’s problems”. Seriously, kids are starving, so WHAT if you identity confused someone. Grow a spine!

Tip 47: Stop pretending that adaptations should colorize how a story or comic series should be defined. No way in FUCK can a cartoon or film incarnation become the definitive portrayal of my precious superhero idol.

Tip 48: Enough with your precious “limited animation” techniques, YOU WESTERN HACKS! All you’re doing is admitting to sheer laziness and lacking artistic integrity. Now if you excuse me, I’ll be watching more anime, since that gives me a sense of prestige.

Tip 49: If getting five times more detail than the 2D animated visuals have requires someone getting hurt, so be it. No pain, no gain after all.

Tip 50: Yes, I genuinely struggle to believe there’s this majestic level of layered material without having the most immediate yet still vague re-assurance practically yelling in my face. But that’s STILL the work’s fault, not mine.

Tip 51: Every Klasky-Csupo cartoon has more artistic integrity than any of them cartoons with gay lovers such as Kipo or the Netflix She-Ra show.

Tip 52: If Sergio Pablos’ Klaus is anything to go by, we have no excuse to utilize those smelly as fuck digital animation “styles” found on Stinky Universe, Suck-Ra or Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turds.

Tip 53: Stop projecting your orientation onto works of actual talent. Seriously, how does Elton John’s I’m Still Standing expel ANY rainbow flag energy?

Tip 54: Hip hop and electronica have been the destruction of music, especially the kind that’s actually organic and not farting on the buttons of a beeping or drumming gadget.

Tip 55: The audience for cartoons has become significantly less clear over the years. We should just go back to Saturday mornings of being sold toys or shit kids actually want.

Tip 56: PSAs for kids shouldn’t be about ‘woke’ content. They should be actual problems such as doing drugs; not playing with knifes / outlets / matches; or acceptance.

Tip 57: The instant you realize a detail in a childhood work that’s better understood as an adult, you’re forced to paint that work as the most transcendent thing in the world. It’s just THAT simple until I dictate otherwise.

Tip 58: Before you lash out on ALL rich people, remember this: #Not All Rich People.

Tip 59: There’s nothing to gain out of the (c)rap scene other than becoming a spiteful, gun-wielding thug that sniffs weed for breakfast.

Tip 60: Since the Mystic Knee told me to get anal about prom episodes in several gay cartoons, this shows that writing about one’s younger experiences just makes you look pathetic.

Tip 61: Another smelly thing about Zootopia is how it was painting a police chief as stern and exclusive. #Not All Chiefs

Tip 62: Me catching a glimpse of Grave of the Fireflies as a kid and turning out fine shows that you may as well show kids more adult works without worry. No amount of psychological questions being asked will suggest otherwise.

Tip 63: There’s a reason why the Mystic Knee keeps leaning more toward the 90s and early 2000s than most decades. That knee KNOWS where there’s a sense of true refinement.

Tip 64: The BIG difference between rock and electronica? Steward Copeland actually DRUMS. All that the likes of Burial, Boards of Canada, Depeche Mode and several others did was push drum buttons.

Tip 65: One exception to the golden nostalgia is when the work in question doesn’t stuff your face with fantastical, bombastic stories. At which point, there can only be rose-colored blinds covering Nickelodeon’s Doug. Nothing of merit or personal resonance to be found.

Tip 66: Remember that the sense of nuance in the work comes down to there being everything including the kitchen sink, whether it involves multiple geographic landscapes; giving us hundreds of characters; etc. Only through the extremes will I be able to tell there is nuance.

Tip 67: Once you see a joke that has an involvement with sexual or violent content, just ignore the full picture and just reduce it to having nothing to it but “sex, violence, gimme claps.”

PKRussel has entered the chat

Tip 68: With all the SJWs messing up the art of comedy, lament the times where you could be called a comic genius, NOT a monster, for shouting out the word “STAB,” calling a gay weird, painting Middle Easterns as inherently violent, etc.

Tip 69: Guitar twang will always win out over (c)rap beats. There’s a reason your grandma is more likely to listen to Lynyrd Skynyrd than Kendrick Lamar.

Tip 70: Once the Mystic Knee notices a lack of squealing at the video game with linearity, that shows there’s more artistry in going full-blown open world.

Tip 71: Related to Tips 66 and 68, ensure your comedy gets as much information and mileage out of each individual skit as possible. EMPHASIZE if you need to. Continuously spout out your quirky phrase of “STAB” if needed.

Tip 72: Based on the onslaught of TV shows with many seasons and episodes, animated or otherwise, it shows that there’s more worth going for that than simply having a miniseries or a 26-episode anime.

Tip 73: Building off of the previous tip, you’re better off squeezing and exhausting every little detail and notable characterization rather than keeping anything simple and possibly leaving a stone unturned, especially if there’s supposed to be a story.

Tip 74: Playing through the fan translation of Mother 3 made me realize how much some newer kids’ works just try too hard to get serious. Why even make the kids potentially think about the death of a family member?

Tip 75: The fear I had over Sid’s toys from the first Toy Story and similar anecdotal emotions are the be-all indicators of what kind of show or film is fitting for the children.

Tip 76: Seeing this British rapper chick have a song titled “Point and Kill” just further exemplifies the fears I’ve had about rappers being some of the most harmful folks ever.

Tip 77: The problem with attempting to make a more “relatable” She-Ra is that kids aren’t looking for relatability. They want the escapism of buff fighters or something similar. This is why slice-of-life is so smelly.

Tip 78: Based on seeing the rating of “PG-13″ or “R,” I can tell that the dark humor is little more than “hur dur sex and guns.” Given the “TV-Y7 FV” rating of Invader Zim, the writers should’ve taken notes from that instead just so I can sense actual prestige.

Tip 79: The original He-Man has more visual intrigue in its animation than any of those smelly glorified doodles found in the “styles" of the 2010s and early 2020s.

Tip 80: It’s always the fault of the game that my first guess (that I refuse to divert from) on how I have to go through an obstacle won’t work.

Tip 81: Zootopia discussing prejudice ruins the majestic escapism I got from my precious childhood films from 1991-2004. Them kids might as well be watching the news. Now to watch some Hunchback after I finish these tips.

Tip 82: There is no such thing as an unreasonable expectation, and there’s especially no wrong way to address the lack of met expectations! For example, if you expect some early 2010s cartoon on the Disney Channel to be a Kids X-Files, yet you get moments such as some girl getting high on stick dipping candy, you got the right to paint the worst out of that show for not being “Kids’ X-Files.”

Tip 83: Related to my example for Tip 82, if you get the slightest impression of something being childish, you know you got yourself a children’s work that does little than wave keys and has basically nothing substantial for them. In this situation, those malfunctioning robots found in Wall-E are the guilty party.

Tip 84: Without the extensive dialogue that I’m used to getting, how can one say for certain there was any amount of characterization in the title character of Wall-E?

Tip 85: Ever noticed yourself gradually being less likely to expect an upcoming work or view a work you’re just consuming as “the next best thing”? That’s ALWAYS the fault of smelly “artists” (hacks really) and their refusal to give a shit.

Tip 86: It’s obligatory for your lead to be explicitly heroic just so there is this immediate re-assurance that they’re a good one.

Tip 87: Without the comforting safety net of throwbacks, one cannot be for certain that there has been an actual evolution of a series or the art of animation and video games.

Tip 88: Don’t PSA kids on stuff they give zero fucks about. That means no gender identities or pronouns, race, etc.

Tip 89: Don’t listen to Mamoru Hosoda saying that anime women tend to be “depicted through a lens” of sexual desire. He’s just distracting from the superior prestige found in anime women.

Tip 90: If you’re desperate to let others know that your talking points are reasonable, just repeat them over and over with little expansion on said talking points.

Tip 91: 7 or more seasons of art is better than 26 episodes of art. EVERY TIME!

Tip 92: Always remember to continuously talk up the innuendo and mature subject matter of the childhood work as the most prestigious, transcendent thing of all time. With that in mind, there’s a high chance that your favorite childhood work will be better known than Perfect Blue (1997), and there’s likely a reason for that.

Tip 93: An art style that gives many characters relatively more realistic arm muscle details will always shine through more than any sort of art style done for “simplicity” (laziness, really).

Tip 94: Seeing a few (like, even VERY FEW) people show more enthusiasm for Steven Universe over Invader Zim really shows the lower bar that has been expected out of the western animation scene compared to anime.

Tip 95: Electronic music makes less conventional time signatures cheap as hell. REAL music like rock makes them the exact opposite.

Tip 96: If your Mystic Knee suggests that the 90s cartoon being viewed doesn’t showcase a vague sense of refinement or artistic integrity, then every related assumption of yours is right. EVERY TIME!

Tip 97: Doing everything and the kitchen sink for one series or movie shows a better sense of refinement and prestige than any form of simplicity. THIS includes character design as well.

Tip 98: The advent of that Star Wars: Visions anime really shows just how stinky western cartoons have become.

Tip 99: For those wondering, no, Europe isn’t being counted in my definition of “western animation”. Doing so is a complete disservice to prestige.

Tip 100: If even less than half of these tips aren’t being considered, you can kiss that prestige badge goodbye. After all, I SAID SO!

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fictitiousfoodie · 4 years

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Hockey Is A Family Thing

(Reader x Hockey Player Version)

Summary: A boy falls for a girl

Warnings: Um there is a slap but that is it.

Pairing: Reader x Ian Kildner ( fake person but like Jamie Benn but younger)

Word Count: 2,597

Rating: 18+ for future parts

Genre: Fluff Flirting

Okay so here something to know before you read. The teams are real but all the people fake it was easier for me with this story. Yes I know the gif is Jamie Benn not the made up people in the story. This is my first story that I'm putting up please be nice.

You stood by a high table, wearing a stunning and elegant black dress A-line gown with a respectable but fun slit up the side, talking to a relatively wealthy seeming older gentleman. His tux was custom, hair grey, and thinking, and the date he had brought with him was barely legal to drink, showing almost all her cleavage, and was sipping her cosmo through a straw. But, you didn't care about any of that right now. All you cared about was convincing this man that a donation to the team's charity would be a brilliant investment.

"Mr. Mason donating to the teams' charity is not only a write off for you with tax breaks, but it allows lots of people to see just how good you and your company are." Manson Construction was responsible for building half of Boston and rebuilding the other half. They had gone through a string of bad publicity when someone leaked rumors of the company cutting corners regarding safety protocols to the local newspapers. The stories had been proven untrue, but it had still caused doubt in the community. Mason Construction was a good company, and you knew that. "Manson Construction on every banner we use when the team works with charities like Habitat for Humanity or does an event with local children's hospitals something like that could change how the community views your company," you said with a passionate and firm promise to her voice. Just as you finished your speech, a loud, sharp crack of noise erupted from behind you.

Your brother Jack, the youngest of your four brothers, and his girlfriend Ashley had been fighting all night. You had been keeping an eye on it. Ashley was not a great girlfriend. You was pretty sure Ashley was in it for the idea of dating a pro athlete, and Jack was in it cause Ashley was hot. You had noticed more and more that Jack seemed done with Ashley's crap, and from the way Ashley was now storming out and the fact Jack wasn't going after her, he had decided to end things tonight in a public place.

You turned back to Mr. Mason, who was chuckling to himself. "Your brother seems to be quiet, the unlucky fellow tonight in regards to love. But you are better than luck. You're smart, and you've got gumption, Y/N. I like the image you've given the charity, and I think it will provide great support and publicity for my business. I will send you a check tomorrow with the donation. If the team or the charity needs anything, you let me know," he said, smiling and walking away with his old wrinkled hand on his arm candy's ass.

You shivered in disgust as you watched arm candy giggle and kiss him on the cheek then took a deep breathe you had done it. You had landed another massive donation for the charity.

Suddenly a large and heavy arm flopped around your shoulder, and your oldest brother Brandon was there by your side.

"Way to go, Y/N looks like Mr. Mason was very happy with the idea of being the teams highest paying donor', he said with pride and admiration for his sister.

"He said he would send over the check tomorrow. I need a drink, and to get these heels off my feet are killing me." You laughed, walking to the bar.

Brandon was the oldest of the four brothers at the age of 33. He had retired from the league last year due to a knee injury and hired by the team as the skills coach. Brandon was always responsible. He was the boy next door with a killer smile and genuine charm. The next one down was Henry, who was 31 and was the team's new athletic trainer. He was sporty and the smartest. He wanted to be a doctor when he was younger but found a way to combine his love of medicine and learning with his love of hockey and the team he had grown up around he immediately change to sports medicine. The third one was Eric. He was the middle one, wild and crazy. He was 28, had been on the team as a defender for four years now, and made sure everyone knew his opinion on any given subject.

Jack, the youngest of the brothers, was a sweet kid, but just that, still a kid in many respects. He had the talent and a good heart, but he needed to grow up. He was 25 and still trying to figure out many things about life but was too stubborn to listen to anyone's advice. Finally, there was Y/N , the youngest out of the five children and the only girl. You grew up tough and headstrong, just like your brothers. Your mother made sure you was balanced, though, so she had put you in dance as a little girl, and you had loved it. You still went to classes and taught little ones occasionally. Your brothers were always there in the front row to cheer you on then give noogies after. You are 24, but most people thought you were older because of how you held yourself.

All 5 of the siblings looked alike, all athletic, tall, and toned the brothers ranging in muscle definition. All five had dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. There was no denying they were family. The dark hair came from your dad, and the eyes had come from your mom. The whole family was here tonight, and you loved that. Everyone in the family had found a way to be apart of the team or organization in a job they loved. You loved being around your family and the constant support they gave. Your mom had started the Boston Bruins charity when your dad had been a player. She was still running it and was grooming you to take over soon. Being a Bruin was a family thing. You had all been born into it and loved every minute of it.

You and Brandon were standing by the bar ordering drinks when you saw out of the corner of your eye, Henry and Eric walk up.

"So, we all saw the slap that Ashley gave Jack, right?" Henry said in a cautious and questioning tone.

"Yes, the whole room heard it. Did you see where he went?" Brandon asked cautiously.

"No, but my guess would be the locker room, someone should go check on him?" Eric said, turning towards you.

"Yea yea yea, I'll go. Even though one of you are married and ones engaged," she said over her shoulder, walking away toward the locker room.

You found Jack sitting in his locker with a cold beer pressed to his face. head drooped down and fidgeting with his phone. "You shouldn't call her, "you said, pulling the drink away to check out the handprint on his face. It wasn't nearly as bad as it had sounded probably just stung. Ashley wasn't abusive, just dramatic.

"Why? Cause she slapped me?"

"No, because she gave the bartender her number about 15 mins before that happened. You made the right call. She didn't love you; she loved the status."

"I know I just thought she was the one at the beginning. "He sighed as you sat next to him.

You sat there with him for a few minutes in silence. You knew he would be fine just needed someone to lean on for a bit, and sure enough, after about 10 minutes, he handed you his beer and stated with new energy, "There are plenty of fish in the sea. I just have to find the right one, right?!" Jack jumped up and started walking to the doors.

"Yes, just please be safe and smart and maybe go home alone tonight," you shouted to him as he strutted out the doors.

Slowly you took a sip of the beer and sighed, starting to take your shoes off, enjoying the silence. You heard the doors slam open and Jimmy Peters and his date for the evening tumbled though not breaking the sloppy kiss and handsy embrace, they were tangled in. They never noticed as you grabbed your high heels and beer and left the room. You were in the hall on the way back, laughing to yourself about the thought of giving Jimmy a hard time the next time you saw him when you heard the classic catcall whistle from behind you.

You turned to find Ian Kildern, one of the team's defensive players. He was 6'4" muscled more than the average hockey player and curly brown hair with deep green eyes. His tux was well altered; it hung perfectly on him, showing his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Ian was an excellent player, smart, lightning-fast, and a great leader. He was 26 and had been in the league since he was 19. The Bruins had picked him up four years ago when his contract had been up with the Tampa Bay Lighting. You were friends, but you were closer to other players, and usually only had a small talk with easy, polite jokes.

"Y/N, you clean up nice." He said in a semi-serious, mostly mocking tone.

"Shut up, Ian. Don't you have a date to dazzle like the rest of the team?" you said in a cheeky and light-hearted tone.

"No, actually Kelly and I broke up last weekend."

"Oh, that's right; her name was Kelly, and I'm so sorry to hear that after a week together, you had to call quits. You must be devastated. You said with a wink. Knowing fully, he had never planned on keeping it serious. Ian didn't sleep around a lot, but he also didn't keep girlfriends long.

He chuckled, "Yeah, she was allergic to my dog." He changed the subject when he noticed the bottle in your hand, "You drinking alone - drowning your sorrows?"

"No, actually," you said in a matter of fact tone, "I was consoling my brother."

Ian's face squished up, and he sucked in a breath, "Yea, I saw - well heard the slap. Is he okay?"

"He's fine. It's his pride that's hurting more than anything, although he won't admit to it", you explained on a sigh.

"Well, I'm glad he's okay. It's tough trying to figure everything out—the balance between the game and social life. Suddenly having money and not know if women want you the status or the money. It can be a rough and bumpy ride.” He said with an understanding tone.

"You sound like you have some experience, but you seemed to have figured it all out."

"I had my mistakes and issues, but the key difference is I didn't have a last name that's attached to 2 legends. Jack has a whole lot more spotlight from the league because of your dad and oldest brother. I could make my mistakes in private."

"So, you had a girl slap you in front of your entire team and about 45 VIP guests?" you questioned, intrigued to hear his answer.

"Okay, well, no, I never had that, but I did have a date throw up on me at an event one time. Rachel Madison, I'll always remember that name now. She hadn't eaten all day and then started doing shots of tequila. The smell was horrendous. It was like...

"Ew, I don't want to know! Please stop you win. That's disgusting." you fussed, cutting him off and giggling at the idea.

"Well, then, Miss. Date Judger where is your perfect event plus one this evening." He asked mockingly, looking around the hallway you two were slowly walking down.

"Oh, I don't ever bring a date to an event that mom and I are running. I did once or twice and always felt bad that I left him standing somewhere while doing things for the event, plus dating in my life is hard. They tend to get offended when I know more about the game or jealous when I spend all my time here at the arena with you guys OR my brothers bully them, and they can't take the heat."

They had almost reached the doorway to the main lobby, where the fundraising event was when Ian's ear perked up as he heard his favorite song come on. It Had To Be You by Harry Connick Jr. He grabbed your hand put the bottle of beer on the floor, and stated softly, "It's a great song - I wouldn't want it to go to waste since you don't have someone to dance with."

Surprised by the sudden change in tone, you lost your voice a little and had to clear it before asking, "Ian Kildern, are you asking me to dance?"

He slowly started to pull you into his arms, saying in a volume just barely above a whisper, "I guess I am. Are you saying yes?"

"I guess I am." you said, staring into his eyes and falling into the sway of his body. Still stiff at first, you slowly drifted further into the daze the music mixed with his look and tone of voice had caused, eventually allowing yourself to melt completely into him. Neither of you spoke to busy enjoying the moment. It had been years since you had slow danced, and you were enjoying being wrapped in someone's arms. Not just any someone, but someone who had made you laugh and had been having a good conversation with, not to mention he smelled incredible.

Ian couldn't believe he was dancing again. He had stopped bringing dates to events because it always fell short of what he wanted the evening to be. But with Y/N, he couldn't help but notice you laugh at his story or the way you had softened and molded to him as you danced. Hand in hand, his left hand rested at the small of your back, your head resting on his chest right hand on his shoulder. You felt good in his arms. He felt something different for you, something he hadn't felt in a very long time. The music drifted away as the song ended, and you both stopped swaying. You pulled your head back but didn't pull away; you just looked at him, waiting for him to speak first, but Ian didn't want to say anything anymore. The smell of your vanilla perfume. The blush that had risen in your cheeks, the way you were waiting for him. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to feel those soft pink lips pressed to his. Before he knew it, you were wetting your lips and starting to lean in because you had wanted it too. Never one to miss the opportunity; he leaned in and pressed his hand into your back more, drawing you closer. He was a whisper away from you when Jimmy and his date exploded from the locker room with laughter, pulling the two of you apart. Jimmy and his date rush by you and unseen to the car in the parking lot.

"Well, it's late. I should be going," Ian said, trying to hide the disappointment that the moment was gone from his voice.

"Uh, yea, it's late. I should be finding mom to see if she needs help with anything. Good night Ian and thank you for the dance.", you said, turning and walking away before he could say or do anything.

It took a split second for him to decide, but he had made his choice he wanted her. He wanted to hold, kiss, love, and keep Y/N forever.

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snowflake-of-destruction · 4 years

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Terraqua :))))))))

1. How do much do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?

This rating applies to canon. Just want to clarify, since I'm going to also talk headcanons for different AUs (go to the asterisk reference sections at the bottom if you want a little explanation of AUs) in some answers, and, in those situations, feelings are different.

2. What non sexual activities do they like to do together?

KH Post Canon: Learning how to be adults together. I know it's not the most "fun" answer, and they deserve a break, but even if things stay stable, they aren't getting one as such. Aqua is now the Master in Residence at the Land of Departure and someone all the Guardians of Light will look to as an authority (and Yensid will reinforce it!) , and Terra will get a lot of the same treatment from multiple factions.

Not only will the GoL look at him as someone knowledgeable (Him! The screw up who not only isn't a master but has a lot less off-world experience where he was actually conscious than most of his new comrades), but, when it comes to the recompleted former Org members, while it's clear he is definitely not "The Superior" and they don't want him to be, even those that glance by Roxas/Sora/Ventus etc. as green behind the ears or "kids" despite their experience are naturally inclined to view him as an equal and/or someone to ask guidance from even if only on a subconscious level because he shares Xemnas features.

And neither has the first clue what they are doing. Hell, they lived sheltered with Eraqus and the Land of Departure Castle probably taking care of a lot of their needs. So, yeah, Aqua and Terra learn to cook together, hone vocabulary and speaking style to sound "like a real adult" and not like teenagers who are using bigger and bigger words to sound mature, practice how to lead meetings without voice shaking and how to make people feel heard (and refrain from interrupting with "you're wrong and also stupid because of Xyz"), read up on history and powers of old keyblade masters like they are cramming for exams (because even stuff they were taught by Eraqus...it's kind of been awhile), bitch together over how to simultaneously be 28 and 18, and basically bond over "fooling" everyone into thinking they are competent.

Then they indulge in a bunch of "childish" things they never did because they were always in a rush to grow up when they were actually younger. They slide down bannisters and have food fights and swing from the rings in the training area, feet lifted and knees near to knocking the ground.

Lost Masters AU*: Finishing growing up in the Mysterious Tower under Yensid's comparatively lax supervision, obviously effected their hobbies as much as their outlook on life. They escaped often to the book(s) where Fantasia sleeps and so they are used to music made through flora, fauna, and movements of their own body. Creating symphonies that are part sparring, part dancing, part gardening and finding out what creates the best music was a passion and it carries on beyond the Tower and beyond having (snuck) access to Yensid's books. Even in adulthood, they both have a tendency to dance when nobody's watching, and, wherever they settle there is a carefully cultivated flower bed they can be found tending to (and humming to them the whole time, teaching them the notes they should be playing but mostly refuse to) when not on mission.

Grass is Greener**: If you asked the couple themselves this question, (more politely phrased of course because you don't say the phrase "nonsexual things" in conversation) Aqua would beam and talk about going out on the boat...that they don't own anymore (Xem bought it off baby sister out of pity. He drew the short straw between him and Ansem), and didn't use much when they did. Terra would shrug and say he hardly remembers anymore, honesty slipping out because he forgets to be guarded until Aqua grips his arm too tight and says that he's joking on his behalf.

With some prompting, Terra will slowly come up with the latest Netlfix series they are binging...separately. Not that he'll say they watch separately, because that's not anyone else's business, and it's not even a reflection on their relationship, just like not remembering what they do for fun isn't as bad as it sounds (Is it? Now he'll brood too much on it). With Aqua working days that start early and Terra working mostly nights, they hardly see each other. Even before that, before Terra's breakdown, which he is more apt to explain away than she is if they ever talk about it (which they try not to at all costs), he was doing his residency at the hospital and worked a lot of odd hours. Med school is actually...wow...more of a blur than Terra realized....but they had fun? Once? Together? Since the college days? Of course they did. They have many activities together. Lots of stuff. Common interests. That's what they do. Common interests.

3. Who does chores around the house?

In General/Canonverse: Split right down the middle. Some tasks they trade off on, and some become full time assignments, like, for instance, Aqua cooks and Terra does the dishes.

Grass is Greener: Terra. Period. It's not discussed, and Aqua would adamantly refute this, but in Terra's mind he has to do everything. He did even when he was working/studying to be a doctor. Aqua knows how blessed she is to have a husband that just full stop doesn't let her lift a finger (because he loves her! And he likes doing house things), but not fully. Eraqus is old money (and so was Aqua's mom, though she barely remembers her before she took off) and Xehanort's "new money" only bolstered it, and besides just living on that kind of cushion, she was the only child with Eraqus who also had to "make up" for being a single parent for awhile, and then the youngest child and only girl when the family became blended, so she was never made to do anything in her life and kind of still believes in the cleaning fairy. She knows housework is difficult, but in the same way she knows what it's like to live paycheck to paycheck now that she and Terra don't accept any help from Eraqus and Xehanort....just live in one of their houses (to take care of it for them!) without paying a dime even towards taxes and insurance much less rent...and Aqua's car insurance is paid for six months at a time as a birthday gift in the fall and an anniversary gift in the spring...but scorn handouts otherwise.

4. Who’s the better cook?

Canonverse/General: Aqua.

Lost Masters: Terra. It starts off being Aqua, but, you know, you forget a lot of things once you're a Nobody.

Grass is Greener: Terra. Though Aqua starts to catch up once they start a couple's cooking class that Terra keeps canceling on, leaving her to take Tifa or Aerith

5. Who’s the funniest drunk?

Aqua, all universes. Terra just gets very quiet and stares at the wall to make sure it doesn't move. Aqua becomes the life of the party. Not a small task, considering their friends.

6. Do they have kids?

Canonverse/In general: Absolutely, eventually, and more than one. It would vary story to story how many, the sexes, and the ages, but they will have at least two.

Lost Masters: I wasn't planning on it, but damn if I don't now want to rework the timeline.

Grass is Greener: "When are you guys going to have kids?" That question is the bane of their existence. "You've been together for a long time." "You'd be such great parents." There's a lot of pressure, but no baby and there's not going to be.

7. Do they have any traditions?

Canon-verse: Even though Eraqus's grave is near enough they pass by it regularly, they (and Ventus) have a yearly celebration of remembrance of his life where they gather by the gravesite and tell stories. Over time they even get comfortable enough to share negative memories. It's not disrespectful. It's remembering the whole man and learning every lesson he taught. Terra and Aqua also go all out decorating the castle for solstices, though Terra takes lead with jokes about how the one time Aqua changed the castle's decor on her own she went a little overboard. Each year picking a different world they went to separately to vacation at and re-experience together in peace.

Grass is Greener: Beach vacation every year. This is carried on from Aqua's family who used to rent a condo on the beach for the first week or so of July (or, when they got older, multiple condos, next door units so there was some pretense of supervision, Aqua, Xemnas, and Ansem sometimes getting to invite friends to come meet them/stay over for part of the time). Aqua and Terra usually do a shorter time because of schedules. They also go all out for Halloween, turning most of the house into a haunted house for touring Halloween and the preceding or following weekend--and Aqua actually does most of the work on this, it's a grand creative project. Ansem's for New Year's. The Dads' for Thanksgiving. Christmas tree hunting for all the households with the Dads, Ansem, and Xemnas. Terra's family for Christmas Eve dinner and service, and then Xemnas's for Christmas because The Dads passed hosting on to him.

8. What do they fight about?

Canon/General: Projecting their own insecurities/sensitivities on to each other and expecting to hear things the other would never say. Take care of yourself statements twisted into assuming Aqua is worried about Terra falling prey to darkness again. Observations that everyone seems to be re-adjusting well to relatively normal/new normal life read as "Stay out of their lives and stop meddling, Aqua. You're what causes things to go wrong"

Lost Masters: There's only the one fight planned. I don't know what smaller fights may be. Aqua handles being passed over for Master while Terra advances worse than Terra does when the opposite happens in canon. It doesn't help that Yensid takes her demands to be given another test right away badly. Terra tries to comfort her. It does not go well.

Grass is Greener: Fight? They don't fight. They didn't fight when Terra was struggling even in his first semesters in med school (with what he wanted in life more than with the program itself, but there was a fair bit of both), confided it to Aqua, and she gently reminded him of what The Plan was--the plan that so much work and her fathers' money when someone lost some of their scholarships was put toward. They didn't fight when Aqua threw her side of The Plan out and decided it would be fun to be a teacher instead of following after Xemnas and going to law school. They didn't fight when Terra discarded more of The Plan after even more work, money, and time wasted, and started bartending of all things when even if he wasn't going to be a doctor there were so many other careers he could build. It's temporary, Aqua tells herself. He's happier, Aqua tells herself. So she's happy for him and she will not mention it and they will not fight. They don't fight over kids, or lack of kids even though that was on The Plan too that they should have one already--so they could space them out and also because Aqua had calculated the optimal age. They don't fight over money. They don't fight over hardly getting to see each other and how one or the other always seem to be late or make other plans when they do schedule off nights to be together. They just simply never argue. They are happy. Couple goals.

9. What would they do if they found their paring tag on tumblr? (If they have one)

General/Canon: They would first worry over who was watching them but then they'd get into pointing out cute art to each other and they may even write their own memoir to pass off as fanfic. It's uncomfortable how often they are the parents or aunt and uncle of the group--they aren't even completely comfortable being leaders like I said before, though they want to try their best--and even more awkward because the other Guardians of Light largely find it hilarious and tease them relentlessly.

Lost Masters: If they find it while they are together, it's cute and a sign that everything will turn out alright. If they find it later, it's devastating for Terra, and ammunition for Dark Aqua

Grass is Greener: Aqua doesn't really get a lot of the content but she likes how they seem to be popular, and she really likes her hair short. She should go back to wearing it short. Terra is into the fantasy anime vibes, and it's reassuring to think they may be together and in love in another universe. He thinks they are canon at least from how a lot of the tag is. It's validating.

10. Who cried at the end of Marley and me?

Neither, though they ended up talking about how Ventus definitely would have cried.

11. Who always wins at Mario kart?

Terra mostly. Aqua will have a well strategized/lucky race once in awhile though

12. One thing I like about this ship?

Even in the moments where they doubt or misunderstand each other or act stubborn, I feel like you can feel love, respect, and just the barest pining tinge even before everything goes wrong and it's cranked up. I'll break examples down when I get to games that include them on my replay I am sure.

13. One thing I don’t like about the ship?

That they are treated as the default and even if you ship them with other people it has to be just for fun or an extra ship because at the end of the day everyone agrees with Terraqua. That's just a lowkey pet peeve though, and for “no reason” since, at the end of the day, I agree with Terraqua.

I dislike the idea that they are "mom and dad" in a lot of people's eyes...in case I didn't give off that vibe already. Let them rest. Whether you see them are near 30 or as 18, they still deserve to just only be responsible for themselves. And, guess what, some of the kiddos have more life experience than them.

14. The song I would say fits them?

You come into my house and keep asking me this question? Be gone with you!

15. Another headcanon about the paring? (Free space)

General: They adopt a bunch of animals. Since they are often on missions and not the most stable parents of even fur babies in the first years post KH3, this, in practice, consists of claiming animals on several worlds and visiting them every time they are there to spoil them and bring them gifts. Prince Eric's dog Max? Terra and Aqua's. Nemo and his father? Marlin resents the implication, but they are their fish. Thomas O'Malley the Alley Cat? You shouldn't be allowed to call yourself a pet owner when you also turn into a cat when you go to visit them, but, yes, he is part of the family.

Lost Masters: Instead of making large wayfinder charms, since it is just the two of them, Aqua makes smaller charms that hang from woven macrame bracelets that morph meaning as they get older. Terra continues to wear his up until "present." Aqua's comes with her even when she's a Nobody, but eventually gets confiscated by Ventus though it somehow ends up with Xigbar who doesn't hesitate to literally dangle the reminder of her human life over her.

GiG: People tend to think Terra not Aqua is the one related to Xemnas and Ansem unless they specifically know better. Sometimes Terra goes along with this. He hasn't found a way to parlay this into some funny prank so far, but is on the look out for a way. Aqua doesn't see (or refuses to see) that Terra resembles Xem a little. Vehement denial is better for the sanity.

*Lost Masters AU is the name for the canon divergence where Xehaqus eloped/ Xehanort chose love over power or darkness, and it changed everyone's fate--though fate still demanded both villains and heroes. Canon divergent post Xehanort's little jaunt to the future and spanning that time of Young Xehanort and Eraqus and up through the sage so far, though, you know, skipping around the years with different protags. Yeah, ambitious, but it would be so cool. I've decided I'm waiting until after I beat Melody of Memory to consider further whether I'm writing it or just posting a skeleton in case we get some Radiant Garden/Ansem the Wise and apprentices/Kairi background I want to work in. Want to know more? Hit me up

**Grass is Greener is a modern au/soap opera-ish au created between me and Shaky. It's on both of our blogs, tagged Grass is Greener Verse.

#grass is greener verse #terraqua #the lost masters #snippets #terra #aqua #shaky-mayhemm

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i-need-a-life-from-life-2-0 · 4 years

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Professor Membrane X F!Reader Smut

Ok so I am still thrisy for Membrane rn soo 🤷🏽‍♀️ enjoy. Also low key to tired to think of a title soo

THIS IS SMUT

THIS WILL HAVE FRICK FRACK HAPPENING ALSO UNPROTECTED SEX SO LIKE WRAP THAT SHIZ UP FAM! ALSO DRINKING

I head cannon Membrane speaking Spanish when he’s intimate with someone as a sign of trust so yea 🤷🏽‍♀️( All Spanish will be translated at the end. Also I used Spanish dictionary cause my Spanish teacher said it was way better then google translate soo)

18+ PLZ

(GIF not mine)

“Thank you again Y/N for joining me. I know you aren’t obligated.” The Professor said watching you pull your suitcase as the both of you walk. You smiled and slightly shook your head.

“Mem, it’s no problem! Besides if it means spending more time with you.” Professor sighed looking at the girl. When he invited her to this conference he was hoping she’d refuse. Seeing as she works just as hard as him. This week was her 1 week off.

“I’m aware you like to spend time with me. But this was your one week off, you could have stayed home and relax.”

“And miss spending time with my sexy scientist boyfriend. Nah this will be better” Membrane blushed upon seeing y/n sweet innocent smile. He thanked the stars that his lab coat covered most of his face, concealing the blush.

This was gonna fun weekend.

~Few Hours Later~

“I don’t understand how you can go to these all the time. Just being by your side and hearing all these questions. Whoo makes me want a drink, you want one?” You asked chuckling softly wrapping your arm around his.

“Oh I don’t know.” He said thinking about everything that could go wrong.

“I’m not gonna force you to have a drink but a drink could help lighten up. You’ve been looking a little tense. But there is no pressure.” You told him looking into his goggles lovingly. He looked down at your vibratent (E/C) eyes. He sighed before realizing 1 drink won’t be so bad.

“Alright, your right one drink won’t be so bad.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. You smiled lovingly at him as you slowly turned towards the hotel bar.

“Alright then big guy, I’ll be right back.” You said winking at him. Membrane’s eyes slowly wandered down to the curves of your body. Your (F/C) dress did nothing but help you look sexy. He’s been trying so damn hard to be intimate with you. But either work, the kids, or Clembrane got in the way. Membrane slowly wondered to thoughts of you and him. What you sound like, what you feel like. He was so down the rabbit hole of inappropriate thoughts he didn’t see you return.

“I didn’t know what you want so I took a guess. Hey you ok? You look like lost.” You said holding out the drink. He snapped back into reality and took the drink before clearing his throat.

“I-I’m fine.. Have I told you that your look amazing tonight?” He said looking away from you. You looked at your outfit and laughed.

“This old thing? I’ve had it for years, but thanks! You know you don’t look bad yourself. It’s hard not to be jealous of when you get so much attention.” You said smirking taking a sip of your drink. Membrane quickly took a sip of his drink as well hoping to calm his nerves. You slowly started noticing how he was acting and grew concerned.

“Hey, mem you ok?” Before you can retrieve an answer some of Membranes co-workers came up to him and started talking to him. Slowly feeling yourself getting pushed back you left him for the bar. You sighed and took a seat and took a long sip of your drink. Unknowingly Membrane had his eyes on you. Especially when someone sat next to you and strucked up a conversation. As the man sat next to you, you just continued to drink your drink. Until he started talking to you.

“I hope you don’t mind if I sit here. There isn’t a lot of places to sit.” The man said smiling at you. You shook your head giving a small smile in return.

“Oh no go ahead! I down own the seats or have a name tag on them or anything!” You said trying to make a joke but blushed in embarrassment as it didn’t come out right. The guy laughed and quickly ordered a drink.

“I guess that’s fair. I’m Lee by the way” he told you holding his hand out. You smiled and shook his hand.

“Y/N, so what brings you here?” You asked forgetting about your drink. He laughed nervously.

“My fiancée is a doctor who works for Professor Membrane. But she’s currently talking to other doctor people. I started feeling suffocated.” He said sipping the drink he ordered. You chuckled more then understanding the feeling. He turned back to you and asked.

“How about you? What brings you here?” You smiles and pointed to the crowd surrounding your boyfriend.

“My boyfriend is being mobbed by that crowd so I guess you can say I also felt suffocated. Just needed a minute to breath.” You said drinking your drink again.

You lost track of how long you’ve been talking. But you and Lee sorta had a lot in common and it was refreshing. You both had a few drinks but you knew you went buzzed or anywhere near it. You laughed at Lee’s joke and put an arm in his shoulder to help you not laugh your way in the floor. Just then you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned and smiled.

“Speaking of the devil. Hey Mem! I was just talking about you!” You said smiling up at him. He looked at you and Lee. He was trying very hard to keep his jealousy under control.

“Oh right! Lee this is well you probably know, Membrane this is Lee! His fiancée works for you!” You beemed while looking at him. Lee smiled and held his hand out.

“It’s nice to meet you Professor” Membane politely shook his hand.

“You as well. I hate to cut in but I’d like to go to bed and have my girlfriend join me. Considering we have a long day tomorrow.” He releasing Lee’s hand turning his body to you. You smiled and got off the stool.

“Oh yea of course. It was nice meeting you Lee!”

“Oh you too Y/N!” Lee said waving you off.

It was a sorta awkward walk back to your shared hotel room. There was the arora around him that you couldn’t quite figure out. You couldn’t tell if he was angry at your or tired, or both. You both reached your shared room and he reached in his lab coat pocket and grabbed the room key. He opened the door and let you in.

“Hey Mem? Are you mad at me? Cause I’m getting-“ Before you can finish your sentence you where pushed up against the wall with his lips harshly against yours. A gasp left your mouth allowing his tongue to roam your mouth. His hands firmly on your hips as her grinded against you. He pulled away slowly trailing kisses down your neck.

“M-Mem?”

“No debería estar celoso de él, pero Dios soy” he mumbled against your neck and he started sucking the skin between your ear and neck. Your hands gripped tightly on his lap coat.

“M-Mem we where just talking.. I swear you have no reason to be jealous.” You breathed out trying to calm down the raging fire of arousal. Membrane pulled away and took off his goggles.

“I love you Y/N, I just hate thinking someone can take you away from me.” He said slowly removing his lab coat. You never fully saw what he looked like under his lab coat. He always had it up after he’d kiss you. You noticed scars on his lips and face. That didn’t mean he wasn’t sexy. Nor did it help the burning arousal that was slowly burning your entire body.

“Membrane... I love you too. Believe me when I say this.. I’d never leave you. No one can take me away from you, nor your amazing kids. Now shut up and kiss me again you stupid sext scientists.” You said before grabbing his lab coat again and smashing your lips on his. Membrane pushed his body against yours again and picked you up and slammed you against the wall. You pulled away from the kiss and started kissing all his scars.

“God Membrane your beautiful. I’m so happy I get to see your face.” You moaned moving further down his jaw. His hands started digging into your ass and letting out a low animalistic growl.

“Ten cuidado con mi amor, ya no podré contenerme.” He said deeply into your ear. You moaned before smirked.

“Then don’t. Make me yours Membrane... Remind me why I belong to you.” The moment those words left your mouth a switch flipped in Membrane. He threw you on the bed and crawled on top you. Like a predator hunting his prey. His brown eyes bore into your (E/C) as you saw all the feelings he’s feeling through those eyes. Jealousy, love, and most dominant lust.

“Your so beautiful Y/N... such beauty and it’s all mine.” He said has his hand trailed to the zipper on the back of your dress. You blushed at his comment before reaching up and touching his face.

“I’m all yours big guy.” You lowly mumbbled slowly helping him push down your dress leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You shivered slightly as the cold room air hits your chest.

“No te preocupes mi amor, pronto estará caliente.” He mumbled as his still gloves hand cupped your right breast slightly massaging it. His mouth suddenly attached to your jaw as he slowly kissed and sucked his way down your chest finally latching on to your left breast. You moaned quickly grabbing onto his shoulders tightly. Your body felt on fire. The way he was lovingly touching you and kissing you made you feel like you where in heaven.

“Membrane! Oh god” You softly moaned out as you started trusting your hips up to try to release some friction. Membrane took notice of this and smirked against your skin. His lips left your left breast and started making his way down your stomach and stopped at the hem of your underwear. His eyes looked into yours as if waiting for approval to go on. You nodded and watched him smirked as he pulled your underwear down. You lifted your hips up to help him remove your underwear.

“Oh Dios tu hermosa...” He said staring at your slick pussy. You blushed and resisted closing your legs knowing fully well he can easily pry them open.

“Don’t tease me... Especially when you got me this worked up.” You said slightly stuttered blushing. He let out low chuckle as he pulled off one of his gloves to his mouth and pulled it off. You swore your soul left your body at that moment. He brought up his metal fingers to your mouth. You opened your mouth and slowly started sucking on his metallic fingers as if it was the last thing you will ever do.

“Eres una buena chica...” He said watching you closely. He decided that you’ve sucked them enough and pulled them away. He then slowly teased your now soaking wet entrance. He slowly started pushing in one finger to slowly start stretching you. The feeling of his thick metal fingers painstaking slow moving in and out of you.

“Jesus Mem... please...” you pleaded as you tried to thrust your hips up. He used his free hand to push your hips down and held them there.

“Please what? What is it you want mi amor?” He said huskily looking at you dead in the eyes. You growled at him teasing you like this.

“I want you to go faster please! God please!” You pleaded needing him to just finger you had hard as her can... and he did. He smirked and started roughly thrusting his finger in and out of you and then added another finger making a scissor motion. At this point you where a moaninh mess. Writhing on the bed as pure pleasure that your lover gave you took over. Each time he fingered you the knot in your stomach tightened. Membrane then leaned in and started slowly licked long your pussy lips and lightly licked your cilt. With his tongue and fingers working you over your limit you where just about to get the release you so desperately desired! Untill he removed himself from you. You whined and looked him with half open list filled eyes.

“W-Why?! God I was so close Membrane!” You groaned needing to feel the release. Membrane quickly silenced you with a kiss and you tasted yourself on his lips. He pulled away and pulled his shirt over his head and took his pants off only leaving him and his boxers on. His errection very hard to miss, basically begging to be free.

“There’s so much I want to do to you Y/N... but I just need to be deep inside you or I’ll lose my mind.” He said slowly removing his boxers. You blushed upon seeing his beautiful cock in all his beauty. He quickly lined himself up with your entrance.

“If it hurts at any point tell me...I refuse to hurt you in anyway.” He mumbled lightly kissing your jaw. You smiled and made him look into your (E/C) eyes.

“You’ll never hurt me.. but I will. Now please... I need you.” You moaned kissing him passionately wrapping your arms around his neck. Has your lips moved in sync with each other he slowly started entering you. You gasped starting to feel the pain and started gripping his neck tightly. He pulled away groaning from the pain. Something you’ll have to remember.

“S-Shit your so tight.” He groaned still slowly pushing himself inside you. Once he was fully inside you he was trying so hard not to just violently thrust in and out of you in a fast pase. Once you gave him the ok he slowly moved in and out of you.

“Oh god Membrane! Shit you feel so good!” You moaned letting your hands roam his back. With your encouragement he slowly started speeding up till he was full on ramming into your body. Your mind was nothing more then mush as you just moaned his name and any incoherent sounds that come out of your mouth. Membrane kept letting out small pants or groans. As well as slipping Spanish here and there. All of a sudden Membrane stopped but before you can utter a word he grabbed your leg an threw it over his shoulder and began to ram into your body again.

“O-Oh fuck! Membrane!!” You moaned as he hit that spot that made you go wild.

“S-Say my name again!” He groaned gripping your leg tightly as continued his movements.

“Membrane!”

“Louder Y/N!!”

“MEMBRANE PLEASE FUCK!” You said feeling so close to releaseing. Membrane could tell how close you where to coming and he wanted to get you off. He wanted to be the reason why you became so undone. That enough was driving him wild. He leaned in close to your ear

“I know your close Y/N. I know you, fuck your so tight.” He mumbled biting your ear.

“Oh god Membrane I-I can’t! I just want to so bad!” You moaned clawing the blanket beneath you. Membrane looked at you dead in your eyes.

“Then come Y/N” and just like that you came hard around Membrane. You let out a loud moan as your brain went blank. Membrane thrusted a few more times before coming deep inside you. As you both care back to your senses you reached up and caressted his cheek with your thumb.

“I love you Membrane. Thank you.” Membrane raised his hand to rest on top of yours as he let out a smile.

“I should be thanking you. I know I’m not normal. But yet you stay.. I wouldn’t know many people who would.” He said slowly pulling out of you. Your body shuddered at the loss of him inside of you.

“Right I should clean you up-“ your grabbed him and just shook your head.

“I honestly just want to be held by you. Please?” You asked yawning. He sighed and helped you pull the blankets on you both. He kissed your forehead and held you close. He was about to make a comment but saw you had already passed out. He smiled and just admired your peaceful sleep before slowly falling asleep himself.

Translation:

No debería estar celoso de él, pero Dios soy = I shouldn’t be jealous of him, but god I am

Ten cuidado con mi amor, ya no podré contenerme = Be careful my love, I won’t be able to hold back anymore

No te preocupes mi amor, pronto estará caliente = Don’t worry my love, it will be warm soon enough

Oh Dios tu hermosa = Oh god your beautiful

Eres una buena chica = You’re such a good girl.

So it’s 2:03 rn and I’m just finishing this. So yea.. enjoy this awful thing Ive created

#iz professor membrane #professor membrane x reader #professor membrane #invader zim #smut #lemon #i worte this at 2 am #Ive sinned plz kill me

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alivehahahafuck · 4 years

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Things We Become In The Dark

Chapter 2 The Doctor

They arrived at the Capitol Event Center slightly on the early side, which suited both August and Elliot, because this kind of thing gets on their nerves. As they approached the seemingly abandoned building they saw that there was an open set of double doors off to the side a little ways away, but still adjacent to the entrance. There was an attendant in a grey pantsuit next to the doorway carrying a clipboard. Her grey pantsuit was the same color as August’s dress. It’s the grey that they make all of the Assignees wear to the Assignment, it’s supposed to symbolize how everybody is equal and undesignated, until they get their job and their colors. August was pretty sure it was a way to repress people and make them love their jobs too much, so they are content and don’t rebel. But, honestly, if it works, August was happy and decided to go along with it.

The unnamed attendant waved the Braxton’s over, and they obediently followed, more than happy to have somewhere to go and something to do, as opposed to just milling around in such open spaces. Sontharian’s naturally don’t like open spaces. Gives them a weird feeling on their back. That’s just what happens when your entire life is underwater. The lady got August signed in on her LightPad. Now all she had to do was head inside and wait.

Inside, it was essentially empty, with the exception of random workers hustling about making last minute adjustments to things, trying to get the place ready. There were a few other Assignees floating around, mostly standing by themselves awkwardly. There were two people who had drifted a little too close together and were forced to make polite, but very awkward and forced, conversation. There was one girl who stood out from the rest.

She was this blonde girl, who looked a little nervous. Not nervous in the same way that everybody else was nervous, it was more like her resting facial expression and general temperament was ‘drowning in anxiety’. August couldn’t blame her, seeing as how she herself has a resting face that scared people away. But it wasn’t just that she seemed scared. She appeared to be at least two years younger than everybody else, which indicated to August that she shouldn’t be here. But at the same time, all the workers who were scurrying by nodded at her and smiled, seeming to not have any sort of problem with her presence.

Subconsciously, August started slowly migrating towards the scared girl, trying to observe her more carefully and figure out what she was doing here. The more she stared at her, the more she realized that the girl was not at all nervous about being here. She acted like she was supposed to be here, among the hustle and bustle. Her nervous expression seemed to be the overflow of the constant thoughts that were running behind her eyes, as if she was thinking about every possible scenario of what could go wrong, and what could succeed.

It didn’t take long until August’s wanderings brought her face to face with the girl, who has acknowledged her presence but didn’t say anything, or diert any attention from her mental simulations to her. Feeling very awkward about the fact that she was standing three feet away from a girl she walked up to, and still hadn't said anything, August opened her mouth hoping her brain would spit out the appropriate words.

Unfortunately, August was still focusing too much on what the actual hell the girl could be thinking of, and why didn’t she say anything first, that August’s brain more vomited the words out in an incoherent mess. “Hi, umm, I was just wondering, not to sound rude, sorry if I’m coming across rude, some people think I’m an anti-social bitch, well, not that they’re totally wrong. Ha! Actually, they’re kind of right, I really don’t enjoy social functions. Anyways, I’m sorry, I was wondering, again, not to sound rude, exactly what you’re doing here? I couldn’t help but notice that you seem significantly younger than everybody else, also, the workers seem to know who you are and you don’t seem to be nervous about everything like the rest of us…”. August didn’t end up finishing her ramblings with a complete thought, she just left her confusion out in the air.

Thankfully, the girl didn’t seem to mind, and her lips broke into a timid but amused smile. “My presence here is just a formality. I already know my assignment, I’ve already been working for a year. I’m a rising surgeon in the public hospital system, I mostly do sutures and stupid stuff like that because for legal reasons I cant perform actual surgeries yet. But I’m consulted on a lot, if not all, difficult and bizarre cases,” she replied.

“Oh.” August let the noise out softly, with her lips still pursed into a little “o” shape, hanging on the edge of the next few words. “So you’re a child genius?” she asked, great that’s not intimidating. The girl chuckled softly, looking down momentarily and blushing a bit, a little bit more on her left cheek than on her right.

“That’s a generous way of looking at it,” she replied, “I have an aptitude for medical sciences…”, she trailed off wondering if she should continue, but the girl felt oddly and comfortable around August despite this being the first time they've met. However, despite the sudden trust, the girl got softer and sounded a bit more unsteady, “I can see the entire human body in my mind… every muscle, every nerve, where every last vein and artery should be.” That explained what she was distracted by, probably running through problems and solutions for the human body, all in her brain, “That, and I’m a natural problem solver. Between the two of those I’ve gotten pretty good at fixing all bodily problems: surgery, physical therapy, treating diseases.” Seeing August's look of surprise and inferiority the girl added, “Of course all blessings come with a curse… That’s about all I’m good at. I can’t fathom the mental aspect of humans,” She was still looking into August’s eyes, and August could see the sudden shift from poise and professionalism into unsurety and desperation, “emotions are so hard to predict and control. You never know what a human can do next. I can fix any external pain a human can feel. I can fix any problem. But I can’t fix what’s going on inside their brain, I can’t know what anybody is going to do next, and I don’t know how to fix it..” she trailed off, and August felt bad to see such a young girl have such a dark look in her eyes.

Trying to lighten the mood, August tried to keep the discussion moving in a more positive direction. “Well that’s fine. Nobody’s perfect at everything. And I’m more than positive you have other skills to make up for it. I mean, apart from the fact that you’re a medical prodigy, I’m sure you have an affinity for other academic subjects too. History doesn’t change, I’m sure you have no problem memorizing dates and events!” she said, realizing she was slipping into the same tone of voice she used around Elliot.

“Actually,” she said, raising her eyes to look up at August, “I’ve never taken any other subjects. I’ve been taught math, biology, chemistry, biochemistry, human physiology, the list goes on. But the Counsel realized very early on in my life that I had the strongest aptitude for medicine that they have ever seen. They paid for me to be sent to the best medical institutions from a very young age, and they never taught me anything else other than what would apply to my job,” Upon seeing August’s confusion and disbelief that the Counsel could be so stupid and restricting on such a young girl, “It’s like how after Assignment, you only get training for the field you’ve been assigned to. The difference being They gave me my Assignment when I was 10. So I’ve taken ‘all of the subjects’, but only to the leel a ten year old would know.”

“Wait. Pardon my speech, but what the actual flying fuck? For the love of Quarre, who does that to a kid! Ten years old?!? And they constricted you to learning what 18 year olds would learn?!?

Wait. If you were 10 when you started.. That’ll mean you’ll be a full fledged doctor when you turn 18, the same time that kids your age will be starting their medical education…” August trailed off and now it was her turn to have her eyes zone out as she got lost in her own alarming thoughts, only to be interrupted by the young girl.

“Yes, it’s unfortunate, but ultimately beneficial. Younger children have an amazing capacity to pick up information at a faster rate and deeper understanding than we give them credit for.

They have such an educational advantage, in fact, that I will complete my learning two years earlier, when I turn 16. Meaning that if things continue the same way that they have, I’ll be a head surgeon by the time I turn 20, and I will be the most accomplished young doctor on the whole planet. My advisor likes to build me up and say that I’ll be the best in the entire Jurian System; but I doubt I’ll even be the best on Sonthar by the time I’m 20. But I will be the best at some point,” she said confidently, “....once everyone who is more experienced than me dies of old age” se clarified under her breath.

“Wow.” August just stared at the young blonde girl who talked more professionally and matter of fact-ly than most adults she knew. “So… child prodigy, huh? Does “child prodigy” have a name, so I can start placing bets on you well in advance, and make a shit ton of money?” August didn’t feel bad about swearing in front of her anymore, seeing as how her age was clearly only an indication of her body's physical boundaries.

“Oh. Yes. Sorry.” She blushed a bit, almost being embarrassed she didn’t introduce herself earlier on in the conversation, “I’m Katarina. Katarina Fox.” she said whilst holding her pale hand out.

“August Braxton,” she introduced herself, extending her hand back at Katarina for a friendly shake. Although at this point, August wanted to pull her into a tight hug and stroke her hair like she would for Elliot, because this poor girl seemed to have even more worries, pressures, and anxieties than Elliot. Nevertheless, she shook her hand, “Nice to meet you, Dr. Fox” she said with a bit of a coy smile.

As August was shaking Katarina’s hand, she realized that Katarina’s pale pure white skin was different from her own. August’s skin looked as if the blood underneath was metallic and grey. Katarina’s on the other hand (ehh, get it), looked as though her blood was a silver iridescent lava that shone through the paleness of her skin.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” August inquired, “but what race are you? Your skin seems to glow and have a hidden color and life to it. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” Even though she was addressing Katarina, she might as well have been addressing the hand itself because her eyes were still entranced in her iridescent shimmer. She realized her impoliteness and forced herself to look at Katarina’s face, and noticed that now she was aware of the iridescence, she couldn’t unsee it. Her face was dewy with a slight internal shimmer, and her blushing cheeks were a collection of the pink and purple iridescent bits that were typically more dispersed with the rest of the silver. Her eyes were a pale icy blue, but something also shifted behind her eyes, like translucent pools of a dark blue swirling around in her eyes.

August’s trance was broken when the Doctor interrupted her with her answer once again. “Oh yes, right,” she blushed a little bit again, still getting embarrassed by forgetting little formalities. “I’m from pod Sol-.”

“Holy shit, you’ve seen the sun?” Everything was clicking into place for August, of course, she has the Sonthar tan, duhhhh, of course she’s from Sol “Wait.” She came upon another realization, “If you’re from Sol, what the hell are you doing in Dal?” The confusion of August’s face was soon replaced with stunned horror, “...how long have you been in Dal?...” with every passing word her blood began to boil and her words were spit with her disgust. “Did they take you away from your family when you were TEN!?!”

August understood the pain of being young and having an older sibling taken away from you, that might happen to Elliot at the end of today. But to have a child taken away from their family and brought to a completely unfamiliar place.... “My parents separated when I was nine,” Katarina explained, “When I was put into the family relocation facility, they had to run a bunch of testing to fill out the adoption forms. Families want to know a child’s abilities and qualifications before they take them in.” August hadn't known that about the system. That’s sick! Why is it once I have to start working for these people I realize exactly how immoral and cruel they are? Katarina continued despite August’s horror, “That’s when they realized my gift. They ran more intense testing to see my limits, and sent me to live with a family who had been trying for a child for years. I stayed with them for a few months while the Science Executives filled out forms and convinced the Counsel that they should be allowed to take a ten year old away from their family.

“Obviously, they won their argument and I was taken away from my adoptive family two days after my tenth birthday.” Before August could interject with her disgust and fury, the workers called over the loudspeaker that all of the Assignees need to line up in two lines, male and female, by last name. When August turned around to line up, she realized that she was so invested in what the Doctor was saying that she didn’t realize that the room had become filled with seventeen and eighteen year olds. August and Katarina said their farewells and went to line up.

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stuffedfoxwiththewifipassword · 4 years

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Tea And Toast

Stobotnik AU based off the song “Tea and Toast by Lucy Spraggan

Heres the song itself: https://youtu.be/VLvmUgDmuBs

“I’ll wake you up in the morning with some...Tea and Toast.”

Ivo was born in 1942, with eyes of blue. He had almost died twice, but it was the doctors who saved him. His mother, who had died during delivery, had told the doctors beforehand the baby’s name. Ivory Laurence Robotnik. It was difficult, knowing that Ivo had brought his mother’s death. So, when Ivo was only 4, his father killed himself.

“Listen here, boy.” His father said the night before, “I’m gonna go to sleep, and I won’t be waking up...But I have some advice for you, ok? It’s something your mom used to say...” Ivo, who didn’t understand at the time, nodded, cuddling his teddy-bear closer. His father forced a smile, and kept the tears in.

“When the skies are looking bad, my dear, and your heart lost all its hope...After dawn there will be sunshine, and all the dust will go...The skies will clear my darling….You’ll wake up with the one you love the most.” He kissed Ivo’s forehead. “And in the morning I’ll make you up some tea and toast! Ok bud?”

“Ok pa…” Ivo whispered, then went to bed. He didn’t know he would wake up an orphan, or be taken to a foster home. He spent the next 18 years getting in trouble, graduating at the top of his class, then getting into more trouble. When he was 22, his friend invited him out to a bar. It was dead of winter, freezing cold outside.

The bar itself was not too bad. It was like an old tavern, with a nice porch and non greasy wood. Best of all, warm against the bitter cold.

“Hey, Ivo, I have someone I want ya to meet!” His friend, Tom, had said. He went to the door, and came back with a fairly handsome young man. The guy was dressed in a dark shirt and pants, and his smile was brighter than the sun.

“Hello there.” He said, smiling kindly at Ivo. Ivo grinned back, and his drinks took control of his brain.

“Would you like to dance??” He asked, smiling as the young man chuckled and accepted his invitation. The two held onto each other, dancing all around the floor.

“What’s your name?” Ivo asked mid twirl, smiling brighter than he had in a long time.

“My name Aban, what’s yours?” Aban laughed, blushing softly as Ivo swing danced him around.

“Ivo!” He said, having to raise his voice due to the music around them. They talked while dancing, not noticing how songs would end then start. And hour in, Aban had Ivo smiling brighter than he had in forever. The song was slowing, but he didn’t want to stop dancing with Aban. He really liked him, despite meeting him less than two hours ago. When Aban slipped his hand out of Ivo’s, the other panicked for a second.

“Don’t let go of my hand…” Ivo whispered, smiling shyly at Aban. The other in turn looked surprised, but slid his hand back into Ivo’s warm hand. They danced for an hour more, talking and laughing. Finally, Aban pulled away, smiling.

“I have to get home, I have work tomorrow and—”

“It’s only polite if I ask you tonight…” Ivo said, “Would it be alright if...I could walk you home?”

Aban’s face lit up, “Of course!” He chirped, taking Ivo’s hand again as they left the bar together. On the way there, snow started to fall, and Aban smiled up at Ivo.

“Do your parents like snow?” He asked, and Ivo frowned.

“I-I don’t have parents…” Ivo said, rubbing the back of his neck in soft pain.

“Oh...I’m so sorry...If you don’t mind me asking-uh...Do you know what happened?” Ivo looked at this puppy dog of a man and sighed.

“Mum died giving birth to me...Pa killed himself when I was 4, leaving me to foster care most of my life.” He looked at the snowflakes as they approached Aban’s apartment complex. “Whenever I think about it and it hurts, I just remember a simple saying my mother used to say…”

“Can I hear it?” Aban asked, coming to a stop outside his door to hold Ivo’s hands in his. Ivo smiled, and cleared his throat.

“When the skies are bad my dear, and your heart’s lost all its hope. After dawn there will be sunshine, and all the dust will go...The skies will clear my darling, I’ll wake up with the one I love the most.” Slowly, the two came forward and brushed lips. Aban’s hands brushed Ivo’s cheeks, and Ivo mirrored the action. When the two pulled away, Ivo looked into Aban’s eyes and softly said, “And I’ll wake you in the morning with some...Tea and toast.”

The two started to date, and within a year they got married. Their lives were perfect. They were content and very much in love. But then, one night, a few days after their 1st anniversary, they heard crying outside their small apartment. Aban got up first, groggily going to the door and peering outside. He looked down, and was horrified to see a small box in the middle of a snow storm.

“Ivo! Ivo, please come here!” He called, picking up what was in the box and holding it against his chest. Ivo had gotten up, grumpily going over to his husband to see what he had.

It was a small, shivering, crying baby girl.

Aban decided to convince Ivo to adopt her, and after some time they brought home Samantha Lee Stone-Robotnik. With Samantha there, Aban and Ivo took turns taking care of her. They both worked, and even though the pay wasn’t much they got by.

But during one particular bad month, Ivo came up to Aban after he had put Sam to bed. He sighed, and kissed Aban’s hand gently. “I love you, and this you know...But I only earn enough for our food and clothes...But I love you and this baby, until the day that I die…”

Aban pressed his hand against Ivo’s cheek, smiling. “We’ll take care of this little life, we’ll fall in love with her baby-blue eyes...And we’ll be alright, from some advice that I know.” He moved Ivo’s hair from his face, brushing his fingers along his jaw. “I never got to meet her, but if I did...I’m sure your mother would have said this; ‘When the skies are looking bad, my dear, and your hearts lost all its hope...After dawn there will be sunshine, and all the dust will go...The skies will clear, my darling.’ We’ll show this baby all the love we know…”

He rested his back against Ivo’s chest, smiling softly. He kissed Ivo’s chin, and gently patted his shoulder. “Go to bed, and in the morning I’ll make you up some Tea and toast!”

Ivo soon went to work, working harder than he had ever worked. In the night, late after he got home, and when his back would ache, he’d get greeted at the door by Sam and Aban. And after some family time, he’d put Sam to bed and cuddle up with Aban for the night. In the morning, Aban would pack his lunch, and make him tea and toast for breakfast.

When Sam was 7, they bought a small house, on the outside of town. They spent the rest of their lives in that house, growing up and getting older. They reminded each other they loved the other every day, and 40 years later, they are here now.

Aban was 81, his hair had turned grey and he had wrinkles in the crooks of his eyes. But other than that, he had aged perfectly. Ivo was 82, his hair had turned snow white, his mustache twinged with brown.

They’re walking down the street,when suddenly Aban’s hand loosens around Ivo’s. “I-Ivo…” And then he’s going down. Ivo put his arm around her side and gently went down with him. Aban’s breathing is rough, and tears prick at Ivo’s eyes. People have started to gather around them, some saying to call 9-1-1.

“Don’t let go now…” Ivo cries, tears falling freely as he holds his husband. The sound of sirens fill his ears, and despite the paramedics telling him to, he doesn't let go of Aban’s hand as they drive them to the hospital. He went with Aban as he was wheeled into the hospital room, and sat by his bed.

“Dad…” Ivo looked at the door, and smiled sadly at Sam as she entered the room with her 8 year old son, 5 year old daughter and husband.

“Grandpa!” The kids cried, and ran over to give Ivo a hug.

“Grandpa, why is Papa in the hospital bed?” Their granddaughter, Maggie, asked.

“He’s sick, little one…” He told her, and frowned. “I think he would like it if you held his hand.” Immediately, the two ech gently took hold of Aban’s fingers. Ivo smiled, and then he felt Sam hugging his shoulders.

“Dad, I don’t know if he can hear you now...But there’s one thing pa would want you to know…”

“When the skies are looking bad, my dear, and your hearts lost all it’s hope...After dawn there will be sunshine, and all the dust will go...The skies will clear my darling…” She hugged him tightly, “Now it’s time for you to let go…”

Ivo held Aban’s hand as he flatlined. He gently pressed a kiss to his hair, and said in a breaking voice:

“In the morning I’ll wake you up with some...Tea and toast.”

#Stobotnik #AU #Song-based-fic

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soul4art · 3 years

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Hunted

Warning: horror, zobies, death, blood, killing, 18 +

Chapter one : How it all started

My name is April, I'm going to tell you what happened in the year 2317. There were riots people were dying, soldiers and civilian's. We called it the new dark age. There we're sicknesses, no food and radiation poisoning. One by one the human race was dying and we couldn't do anything about it, until 3 years later, the government started experimenting on people, they called them The Hunters, but they wanted to upgrade them to be more stronger, they wanted to make them weapons . The government took sick dying people from the streets and experimented on them. A couple years ago I was in a group and that is were I met Cole my best friend, he has short brown hair and bleu eyes and a sarcastic attitude, he was one of the scouts. I woke up and then headed to the weapons tent and got my gun to go on a patrol with Cole "so where are we going today" Cole asked me. "the north side of the city, we have to pickup something there" I answered. "What is it that we have to pickup?" he asks "they didn't say" I told him "must be something important" he said. "Must be" I said, we took our stuff and started heading out.

We saw the city and parked the car and headed there. We were walking down a dark and awry street, there were people siting on the ground and building debris everywhere. "How far is it still, I don't like walking trough this part of the city, it gives me the creeps" Cole said. "Not far anymore, it's on the end of the street" I answered "why did we have to leave the car?" He asked. "We can't risk bringing it to the city" I answer. As we walked down the street every body was looking, of ones out of now were a woman walked up to me grabbing my arm, she was in here late 40's and was blind on her on eye. "have you seen a young girl she's about 7 years old and has short brown hair?" the old lady said. I looked shocked at her "No, I... I'm sorry" I answered. "LET GO OF HER!" Cole shouts and points the gun at her. The woman than stepped back and looks angrily at Cole. "Cole put down your gun" I say and calm him down, he nods and continues walking. Finally we reached our destination. There was a wooden box on the floor with the name "New World Corp" on it, Cole and I looked at each other in shock. "Why do we have to pickup something from NWC?" Cole asked me. "I don't know but i have a bad feeling about it" I answered. We brought the box back to camp.

When we got to the camp we went directly to the commander. " What the hell, why didn't you tell us what we were picking up?" Cole asked the commander "I didn't tell you because I new you would react like this" He answered. "We would have anyways reacted like this so what was the point." Cole said. "We should have just left the box, there might be a tracker on it or something" I said. "They wouldn't do that it would be to obvious" The commander said. "We still have to get it out of the camp" Cole said. "I'm the commander of this camp so I make the decision!" The commander shouted. "Your not the only one in this camp, there are families here your wife is here, do you want something to happen to her?" I said. "I'm doing this for my wife and all the sick people, in that box there is the cure to the radiation virus" the commander says. Cole and I look shocked at what he said. "What do you mean a cure?" I Ask "Are you saying that they generously gave you it" Cole says. "This is ridicules why are we even discussing this" I said. "This is not to discus, gourds get them out" the commander says and the gourds grab us and drags us out the cabin. "We have to worn the people they wold want to know" Cole says. "No, we cant stir up a panic" I say. "What should we do than" Cole asked. "I don't know" I answer.

That night the commander opens the box and sees injections with a red substance in it with a name tag The Syntphtesia cure, he grabs one injection and goes to his wife "What is that?" His wife asks "It's okay Clair this will heel you" he says and injects her with the substance. Here eyes became heavy and then she fell asleep. "Goodnight my love" the commander says to his wife, just as he walks out the room. A few minutes later Clair`s eyes shot open. They were as red as the substance in the injection, she stands up and walked towards the door, she opens it and she saw her husband sitting.

Chapter two : The attack

Clear sees her husband sitting on the couch and starts growling. The commander hears something behind him he looks and sees his wife standing in the door way, he stands up and looks at her, he looks at her blood red eyes and sees her drywalling and growling "Clair what`s wrong with you, are you okay?" he asks in shock. She starts running towards him screaming and pushes him to the ground, she starts hitting him and tries to bit him "STOP!" the commander shouts but Clair starts hitting him even harder, blood goes everywhere. "HELP...PLEASE HELP ME!" he screams over and over again but no one hears him. I couldn't sleep so I get out of bed "What`s wrong?" Cole asks me. "I cant sleep" I answer. I go outside for some fresh air and of ones I hear screaming coming from the commander's cabin. I hear him screaming "HELP" and run towards the cabin. I open the door, there's blood everywhere and I see Clear on top of the commander. She looks strait at me and starts charging at me, I run outside and grab a stick that I saw on the grounded and hit here in the face. When she hits the ground I run towards the commander's cabin to see if he was okay, I sit on my knees and feel his pols, I felt nothing.

I ran back out side and saw that Clair was gone, I ran to my cabin to tell Cole, I walk through the door and woke Cole up "April...l what is it, you got blood all over you?" He asks worried. "Something happened to the commander's wife, she attacked him, his dead, I nocked her out and went to check on him and when i walked back out she was gone, I think he injected her with that "cure" I say in shocked. "Ow shit, we need to find her before she hurts some one els" He said. Of ones we her screaming coming from outside, we run out and see someone on the floor, we run to the woman, her arm was bleeding and head "What happened" I asked. "Someone attack me, when you ran out she was gone" the woman said. "Witch way did she go" Cole asked the woman pointed towards medical. "Doc is in there" April said. We told the woman to hide in the cabin and to lock the door then we ran to medical. When we got to medical we saw bodies everywhere, we checked for a pols by everybody only a few were alive. We asked one man were the doctor was he pointed to one of the surgery rooms, we ran to the room and saw the doctor on the floor "I will check if his okay try to find Clair" I said. Cole stood up and started looking around. "Doc, hey are you okay" I said "What happened?" he asked. "You got attacked by the commander's injected his wife with a some kind "cure" that he got from NWC, his dead" I said.

Cole was looking around and he of ones heard something behind the desk. When he looked over the desk he saw Clear scratching the wall, she stopped and looked at Cole. Just when he wanted to call out to me Clair tackled and pushed him on the floor, she started hitting him, he tried to push her off but she was to strong. I looked up and took a bone cutter from the table and stabbed her in her neck, I grabbed Cole and helped him stand up "I found her" he said. "She's nocked out, Cole can you help me get her on the surgery table?" "yeah" We grabbed her and put her on the table and strapped her down. "Are you okay" I asked Cole. "Yeah just a few cuts and browses" he answered. "Come I will get that cleaned up, doc can you check what it is she has?" I asked. "Yes of course" He answered.

I took Cole to the room next door and grabbed a few things to clean his wounds. I took a peace of cotton and put some disaffected on it and pressed it on the wound "ouch, that burns" "don't be a baby" I said. Then I grabbed a surgical needle and stitched his cut on his eye brow up. "Why didn't he listened to us?" Cole asked. "He was worried about his wife, it's normal, love blinds" I answered. "True, but still he put everyone ells in danger and did you notes that there was no gourds around, don't you find that weird that we haven seen one of them on patrolling?" he said. "Your right" I said. We walked around the whole camp ground and found not one gourd "that`s weird normally Frank is on watch tonight" Cole says. "What if they were in this with the NWC" "I heard some of the gourds talking about the radiation virus but I didn't here much so didn't think much of it" He said. Out of nowhere we something behind us "bravo you are smart, but to bad no one wanted to listen too two kids" a strange man said he had black hair up to his shoulders and a peace was in a pony, his clothes were dark but was decent that means he was from the central, that is were all the rich people lived, it's a couple. He had ten body gourds and one of them was some of our gourds. "Who are you?" Cole asked the man. "I am Jonathan" He said. "Why are you doing this, this is murder" I said. "No this is how we life, now follow me or..." "And if we say no your going to kill us anywise, so why don't you just get it over with" Cole interrupted. "Ha, I like you, what`s your name kid" He asked. " Cole, and I'm not a kid I'm 16" Cole said. "Wow, you have one hell of a moth on you, take him" he ordered. " No wait let him" I shouted. "I almost forgot about you, so what`s your name?" he asked. "April, now let him go please" I said. "PLEASE ha, how polite" he says "That wont get you far in this world sweaty" he said and grabbed my chin, I pull back. "If gotten this far" I said. "With you boyfriends help" "his not my boyfriend were just friends" I said. I then grabbed a log from the floor and hit him across the head, he fell on the ground, Cole starts hitting the gourds and grabs my hand. We run in to one of the cabins and hide behind a wall. "GET THEM" Jonathan says "that bitch!!." We hear some gourds walk in the cabin pushing thing around.

"We need to get out of here" Cole says. "How, where surrounded" I say. "I will distract them, then you can get out" Cole says. "What about you, I'm not leaving without you" "Don't worry I will be right behind you" Cole then stands up and starts running and making noise. I try to grab him but he was to fast. Cole then ran towards the door and pushed it open, the gourds grabbed him and pushed him to the ground "APRIL RUN NOW...GO!" Cole shouts. I hesitated for a few minutes then I ran towards the gate, I looked behind me and saw Cole on the ground looking right at me but i just go on running, I make it out of the camp and I hear Cole screaming. "She left you behind, what a great friend she is" Jonathan says. "That`s not true she will find you and kill you so i would watch your back" Cole says. "Thank you for the advise" Jonathan says and nocks Cole out " Put him in the car." I hide behind the wall and hear the car pull out, I see someone throw something out the car. When they drove away I went and looked at what the person threw out, I kneel down and grabbed the thing I look at it, it was Coles neckless. I take and put it on I start walking, I take a few weapons and a car. "I will find you and get you back i promise." Chapter Tree : On the road

I drove a couple hours and then stopped at a gas station. I walk into the store by the gas station and look around. I grab some food and eat some thing. Then I hear something outside, I grab my gun and point it towards the door I open it and walk outside of ones a gun is pointing at my head I look next to me and put my hands up and look, it was a girl she had long hair one side was shaved. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" the girl asks. "My name is April, I was just looking for some food and fuel please I didn't mean to intrude, let me take my stuff and I will be out your hair" I say. "I don't think so leave your stuff then i will let you go" the girl says. "Just let her go V, she didn't hurt anybody" Some one said. "Why, she stole from us, the least she could do is give us her stuff" the girl says. The guy pushes the girls hand away. "So ... April was it, where you headed?" The guy says. "No were" I say. "I don't believe you, if your going no were why all the weapons?" he asks. "You looked through my stuff?" I say and he looked at me and hfs. "So were you going?" he asks. "I don't have to tell you, who are you anywise?" I ask. "Ow, sorry were are my manners, my name is Aiden" He said wile holding his hand out. I ignore his hand and he'd to my car. "If your going to central you would need help" he says. "What, were not helping her" V says, Aiden ignore her and walks towards me. "How do you no were I'm going?" I ask. "No one with so many weapons is just going looting" he answers. "You don't even no me so why would you want to help me?" I ask. "Good question" V says. "You can't fight them on your own you will die" He says. "Why do you care, look it was a "pleasure" to meat you and thanks for the offer but I can do this by my self I don't need your help so goodbye" I than get in the car, I start the engine and drive.

Central was quit far from the city because of all the riots that happen so they build it on a more secure aria. It's about a 4 day drive. A couple of hours later I reach a small town, it looked like a ghost town. I get out the car hide it underneath something and start walking towards it, I look around and see stray dogs and rats running around. The buildings were broken down and old, the paint became really dal. I walk into one of the bars, I look around if there was anyone but find nothing. I went behind the bar and took something to drink, it then I saw a fireplace and looked for some wood, I found some and set it on fire. It got darker and darker and became night. I was eating some caned beans that I warmed up on the fire, it was not the best food but it was better then nothing.

It was morning again and I woke up from the sound of something braking outside. I went outside to look what happened and a dog runs past me when I threw the door. Then I heard something coming from the building in front of me, I took my gun and walked slowly towards the building. As I open the door I heard something run so I pushed the door open and pointed the gun towards were the noise came from. I started walking into the building and looked around, I came accrues a room were there was glass broken from a window. I looked in the room and saw a person, I hide behind the wall. It came and I heard it growl so I grabbed a pipe that was on the floor and hit the person with it, I didn't knock it out but did distracted it for a little wile so I could run out the building. I got out the building and saw two people in front of me, it was the two from the gas station "Aiden, V, what are you doing here, did you follow me?" I asked. "Yes" he answered and pointed the gun a me "duck now" he said and I ducked, he shot the person behind me, I stood up and looked behind me wile backing off.

"Why is there a hunter all the way out here?" I asked. "His not a hunter, it's an experiment, but your right what is it doing all the way out here" he says "how do you know that it was an experiment?" I ask "he wouldn't be so wild and there would be a guard nearby and we saw nothing when we walked in to town" he says and investigates the body, he took something out of the front pocket from the mans T-shirt. "What's that?" V asks. "It's his ID, his name was Mark he was a teacher, we need to bury him" he says, we go to the towns cemetery and bury the man. "let us help you, you could use our help" he says. I look at him "Why do you want to help me?" "Because were headed there to" he says. "Fine but don't get in my way" I say "fine, and pleasure by the way" he says "for what" I ask and look at him "for saving you" "you didn't save me I had it under control" I say and walk past him. "Do we have to go with her, she said that she didn't need our help" V says "were safer in numbers Aiden says and follows me. I took everything that was covering my car out and got in "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get in" I say, they step in and I start driving.

Chapter four : Central

We drove another 2 days and saw central, there was a big grey building at the back of a massive wall. "There it is" "I'm going to save you Cole" I say to my self wile looking at the building. We get out the car and and take the weapons out. We the wall and we hide behind a couple of rocks. Jonathan take out a pear of binoculars and looks through them. "I see a few gourds by the entrance and some military cars going in" Aiden says and gives me the binocular. I look through them and zoom in, I looked in one of the cars and saw Cole, I put the binoculars on the ground and run towards the wall, Aiden grabs my arm and pulls me down "what do you think your doing running off like that" "Let go of me!" I shout and push his hand off. "You can't be careless and run towards the surrounded by gourds with really big guns, we will get in but we have to make a plan and running like headless chicken wont help" he says "your right I was being careless, I wasn't thinking but how do we get in" I ask. "There are tunnels that they use for sewers, they go under the wall normally" he says and takes out an old map and puts it on the ground. "I'f I'm right there should be a manhole right here, aha" he says and opens it. We jump in, took out our flash lights and started walking.

Cole wakes up, and was stupid down in a chair in the middle of a white room and there`s one white door right in front of him. Of ones a guard walks in, he recognises him "were am I?" he asks but got no answer, the guard just looked at him. Another guard walks in and following him was Jonathan. "Your awake, good, how are you feeling?" He asked. "Why would you care, your the one who nocked me out" Cole answered. "You must be wondering why your here, well your a perfect test subject for the new hunter drug that were testing but the only way we can give it to you is if you allow it" he says. "And of I say no" Cole asks. "You will die, but no worries I will make sure you will take it" He says and looks at me he walks to a table with surgical tools on it and he grabs a scalpel "what are you going to do to me?" Cole asks "Like I said I will make sure you will take the injection" he says and looks at me and grabs Cole's arm.

We were walking for 15 min and finally found a ladder up "I will check if the coast is clear" Aiden says "Wait, I just wanted to know why your here" I asked "I'm looking for my mom, they took her a few weeks ago, why are you here?" he asked "I'm looking for my friend but, but I need to find him it's my fault his here and I'm freaking out..." Aiden grabs my shoulder "it's okay we will find your friend and my mom I promise" he says and goes up and opens the man hole and looks around to see if there was anyone. He gives the signal to say that it was clear, we all go up and hide behind a half wall. "Nice work Aiden, now what do we do" I said. Aiden looks around and sees a way to get in the building without getting detected "there, you see that there are soldier uniforms, we could use those to get in the building without getting detected" he says. We head to the uniforms and put them on. We walk towards the building and open the door "STOP" we hear someone shout behind us, we turned around and look at the guards. "Were are you going?" the one guard said "Um, we were assigned to the 30 Th. floor" Aiden said "What were you assigned to do?" he asked "Guard the prisoner" Aiden replied "aah yes, the boy that came in today the one that there going to put The Syntphtesia virus in, they have been torturing him all day, he might just brake" he answered, when I heard that my hart dropped "Go on ahead" the guard said and walked away. We walked into the building "I need to get to him" I say and stand still "We will but i need you to move" He says, I nod and start walking to the elevator.

The door opens to Cole's room he looks up, he had cutes and browses everywhere "Hey Cole, wow you look terrible" Jonathan says "You look worse" Cole reply. "You still got sas don't you, untie him and bring him to the lab" "Yes sir" the guards say and take Cole. They walk down the hall and through two big doors, there was a huge room and a glass were there was a room in and people were sitting watching the lab. The guards put Cole on a bed and strap him down "your not really co-operating" Jonathan said "Piss off" Cole replies, Jonathan looks at Cole angry "Inject him" "But sir he might... Jonathan Grabs the doctor "you want me to put you in the building!" he says "no sir" the doctor says "than do it" Jonathan says and puts the doctor down. The doctor grabs the Injection and walks towards Cole "I'm sorry" the doctor whispers and grabbed Cole's arm "No...please!" Cole shouts the doctor injects the red substance into Cole's arm and he blacks out.

Chapter Five : the building

We get to the 30 Th. floor "Witch room is it" V asked "We should check all the rooms, there`s not that much" Aiden says. We start looking threw the small hole in the door, his not here" I say and sit against the wall on the floor "your looking for that one boy aren't you, I saw him when they brought me here" we hear of ones someone say, we look to see witch room it was, V opens one of the holes in the door and found the person "hallo" the man says "guys come her" V says, we head to the door where V is. "Can you tell us were they took him" I ask the man "Yes, I heard them say something about a lab, they brought him there, It's down the hall on the right" the man says "thank you and we will help you get out of here" I say and head towards the end of the hall. I see to big white doors with a sine saying Lab, I open it a bit and look "there are a few people, I think there doctors or scientists, I don't see Cole" I say ,Aiden walks towards me and looks "Do you think the boy might die?" "He should have just said yes, They brought him to the hunting grounds" "were is that" "It's the black building next to central" he hears a few guards say and looks at me with a shocked "what's wrong?" I ask with a confused look "nothing, come need to go ,I think I know were he is" he answered and walks towards the stairs.

When we get down we head towards this big black building "wait, how do you now he might be here" I ask Aiden "I here'd the guards say something about a boy being brought here" he answered "is that all they said?" I asked "yes" he said and continued walking. We get to the building it was big and very weary, we open the door and walked in. In front of us there was a long hall, we closed the door behind us. "Now what?" V asks "start looking" Aiden answers. We look in every room we pass, then we head to the second floor. On the the second floor we see cell like rooms with people in them, as we walk past them someone grabbed V's arm and pulls her against the bars "let go of me!" she shouts and tries to get free "get me out of here or I will brake her neck" the man said and look's at us with a scared expression "let her go and we will help you" I say "no let me out first then I will let her go" he says Aiden starts walking towards the bars and tries to pick the lock on the gate. "FASTER! they will be back any minute" the man say "who... who will be back" I ask "Jonathan and his men, there taking people for "the hunt" as they say" the man answers "what`s the hunt?" I ask "it's were they put people on one floor to test how good the drug worked, the strongest and most reliable hunter they use for there army" he answers "army?" I say and look at V and Aiden.

Aiden gets the gate open and the man let's V go "wait before you go... can you tell as if you saw a boy here, he as short brown hair and bleu eyes?" I ask the man "No I'm sorry but I would look on the there'd floor they take everyone there for the hunt" he tells me "thank you" I say "find your friend and get out, you don't want to be here when it starts" he says and runs towards the stairs. We get to the 3d floor and look around we see again sells but they were empty, the walls are full of blood stains "what happened here?" Aides asks "what do you think" V replies "we need to find Cole and your mom fast" I say "did you hear that?" Aides says and walks towards were he heard the noise. He looks around the corner "MOM!" he shouts and runs towards the woman "mom....mom are you okay" he says and pushes her head up, she had cuts and bronzes all over her "Aiden, what are you doing here" she asks and looks at him "I came to save you" he said "do you think she would be able to move?" I ask "no, she's to beat up, you should go find Cole, we will try to get my mom out" Aiden says "okay, be careful" "you too"

I start walking to the end of the hall and open a big wooden door, I walk threw the door and hear of ones a voice coming from a speaker "April, nice to see you again" a man says, I recognise the voice, it was Jonathan "were is Cole?!" I ask "I can't tell you yet, look to your left" he says and I look "do you see douse people in the cell, you love saving people don't you so try and save them" he says "what, just tell me were he is" I say, the door closed behind me, I walk forward and look to my right and see a long dark hallway with a red flickering light "PLEASE HELP US!!" I hear the people scream, I run towards the them and try to open the gate "QUICE, THERE COMING!" a woman says, I start hearing screams and running coming from the hallway, I get the gate open and everyone starts running towards the door, I look at the hall way and see people with red eyes running towards the people "We need to get in the cell, that's the only place wear safe" I say and, we run to the cell and close the gate. The hunters try to brake down the gate. "What do we do now" the woman asks "we try to keep them back"

Aiden gets to the exit, he puts his mother on the ground "I need to help April" he says to V and heads in "don't risk your self for her okay, you come back to me" V says and hugs him "don't worry I'll be back" he says and hugs her back. He walks back in the building and hears screams coming from up stairs, he starts running, when he reaches the 3d floor he runs down the hall and went to the door, he tried opening the it but it was looked. He looked around for something to brake the lock with, he finds a crowbar with blood on it and grabs it he goes to the door and brakes the lock, he pushes through the door and I see him "Aiden... what you doing, you need to get out of here NOW!" I shout at him, he looks at me with a scared look on his face. The hunters look at him and start running towards him, I open the gate and grab a pipe that broke off, I start hitting hunters on the head and I see Aiden fighting back too. "Aiden... you need to go, get your mother and get out of here!" I say "NO" he says. Blood was flying every were, then a loud siren goes off and all the hunters run back to the hallway, than guards with big guns and armor walk in and grab people. I look next to me and see someone standing in the doorway "Cole?"

Chapter Six : Getting Out

"Cole?!" I say, I walk towards him "what did they do to you?" I asked "we heeled him" I hear Jonathan say "what do you mean?" I ask "I made him into a soldier, well a test" he says with a smile "Cole?" I say "he doesn't hear you, he only hears me because of a chip that I put in his head" he says "please just let him go" "I can't do that, take the rest out off here" he says and walks out the room along with everyone ells "No wait April his going to kill you!" Aiden says; the guards drag him out wile I just stand looking at him. A few minutes later I hear Jonathan again on the speaker "lets see if you can survive long enough, kill her" he says and Cole starts walking towards me "listen to me, you don't have to do this, please" I say and he pushes me against the wall and hits me in the stomach, I fall to the ground "I don't want to fight you please...stop!" he hits me again and grabs me, he pushes me against the wall again and strangles me. "Kill her" he says "Don't... listen...to him" I say straggling to breath. I start seeing my hart beet in my eyes, I try pushing his hand away "It's me...your best...friend, I love you" I say and kiss him.

He loosens his grip, I brake the kiss and look at his eyes, I see them change into there normal colour. "April?" he says and I hug him "did...did I hurt you?" he asks "I'm fine it doesn't hurt" I say "NO, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED" we hear Jonathan say. Guards burst in surrounding us, Cole stands in front of me. "You bitch, what did you do" Jonathan says "she saved me" Cole replies. Of ones we here gun shots coming from outside "HEADS UP" V shouts and throughs a gun to Cole, he caches it and starts shooting guards. Blood flies everywhere, I grab the crow bar on the floor and start hitting guards, I see Jonathan and shot his arm. V unties Aiden and runs to the door "come on, we need to get out of here" she said, we started running towards the exit. When we get out Aiden grabs his mother and run to a car, Cole grabs my hand and takes one of the military tracks "Come, get in!" Cole says. Guards start surrounding us and start shooting "Give me that!" Jonathan say says and starts shooting civilians, we were able to get through the gate but lost a lot of people. "If they want a war they get one, get the haters ready" Jonathan says "sir, your hurt, you need a doctor." a guard says "I'm fine" Jonathan says.

"lets stop hear we need to talk" we hear Aiden say from the radio. We pullover and step out the car, we walk towards Aiden and V "what's wrong?" I ask "there going to come after us and the only way we can survive is if we stay together so are you with us or not" Aides says "No, were fine thank you for but we should go home" Cole says and grabs my hand "WAIT, Aiden's right, if they come for us we need help fighting them" I say and pull away "April we can't trust them" Cole whispers to me "you don't even know them, they helped me and save you" I said angrily at him, he looks angrily back "we will rest here for the night, just sleep on it tell us your answer tomorrow, ow and can you guys get some fire wood" Aiden says and I nod. We head towards the forest and look for firewood.

"I'm sorry" I say "for what?" Aiden asks "for leaving you and being a coward" I say and sit on the ground "no, hi I told you to go" Cole says and sits next to me and hugs me "I should have helped" I say "you did you saved me didn't" Cole says "yes but if I helped you at the camp then you would not been infected" I say "don't worry I'm here now, don't blame your self, it's not your fault" Cole says, I put my head on Cole's shoulder "OW, I forgot here" I say and stick my hand out "my neckless, I was wondering wear that went, were did you find it," he asks and takes it "I found it on the floor outside the camp" I say "thanks" he says, I then stand up and look for firewood. When we walk back to the camp grounds Cole stops "wait can I ask you something?" he says "yeah, of course" I say "back there in the building... umm... did you kiss me?" he asks, I look shocked at him, I start getting red "yes... but It was just..." I say "It's okay" he says, I got even more red and look at the ground, I look at him, everything went quiet "we should head back" I say and start walking back to the camp, "yeah" Cole says and picks up the firewood.

Chapter seven:

Fort Collins

"What took you so long?" Aides says "what do you think" V says with a sassy attitude "just bring the wood to the fire" Aiden says and we bring the wood too the fire "what`s her deal?" Aiden asks "she hates me, and now you to, for no reason" I say. A couple of hours past and everybody went to bed except for me, I was sitting against a tree and kept watch, Aiden comes and sits next to me "can't sleep?" I ask "yeah, so what are you going to do...about staying" he asks me "I don't know, I haven't spoken to him about it yet" "you should stay" he says "I know... it's just Cole is scared" I say, Cole hears that and wakes up, he gets out of bed and hides behind a car and eavesdrops "please I want you to stay" Aiden says and kisses me, Cole sees that and looks angry, he walks away and goes back to his bed, I brake the kiss "we shouldn't do that" "why... are you and Cole..." he says "no... I don't know" I say and stand up "we should go back too bed" I say and head back, I get back in bed and try to fall asleep.

The next morning I wake up and get some food, I look for Cole and see him packing his bag, I walk towards him "what are doing" I ask "what do you think, I'm leaving" he says "can we talk about this" I say "no... just stay here with your new boyfriend" he says, I look confused "yeah, I saw you kissing him" he says, I look at him in shock "that was nothing, please can we just talk about this" I say "no I think I'm better alone" he says and grabs his stuff and walks to one of the smaller cars "what`s going on?" Aides asks "his leaving, he" I say to Aiden, he starts walking towards Cole "we're you going to go" Aiden said to Cole "why do you care" he says "if you want to leave fine but just know you leaving April, the girl who saved your life" he said, Cole looks at me and back at Aiden "I don't care" he says "well you should care, we could have just as easy left you there" Aiden say with an angry tone in his voice "you should have done that, then I didn't have to see you two together" Cole says "is that what this is all about or is Jonathan still controlling you" he says, Cole looks angrily at Aiden and hits him, I look shocked at Cole and then see Aiden run towards Cole and pushes him against the car. "STOP" I say and push Aiden away from Cole, I turn around to look at Cole "can we talk" I ask "why so you can..." "Now!" I shout and grab his hand. "You kissed her" V asks, Aiden ignores that and walks away.

"What`s your problem" Cole asks "what`s my problem, your the one who starts a fight for no reason" I say angrily "no reason, he insulted me" "you know maybe his right" I say, Cole looks angrily at me and walks away "hey, don't walk away from me" I say "why what use am I to you like this, thy did something to me I don't feel the same" he says and I see tears in his eyes "look at me Cole, shh, it's going to be okay, I'm right here" I say and hug him. After a wile we head back. "Is everything okay?" Aides asks "yeah everything is fine"

I reply "so what`s going to happen?" he asks "were with you guys" I say "good cause were heading out in 15" he says and starts walking away "where are we going by the way" I ask "to my home" he says.

"Lets head out" Aiden says, and start driving. "So how long is the drive?" I ask "About 4 hours" Aiden answers "so how is Cole?" "his doing fine, I think" I answer "and you" I ask "I'm fine, you know he really hits hard" he says "yeah" I say. After a wile of driving we finally reach our destination. "Well everyone, welcome to Fort Collins" Aiden says and drives the car threw this huge iron gate surrounding a colony. Aides stops the car and everybody climes out "Aiden, V your back" a man with white grey hair tide up says and gives Aiden a hug "uncle, I would like you to meet April and Cole they helped us" Aiden says. We walk towards him and his uncle "Hallo welcome to Fort Collins, my name is commander Rowlins, you must be April" the commander says and sticks his hand out "yes It's nice to meet you" I say and shack his hand "and your Cole" he says "yes" Cole says "please make your selves at home, my nephew will show you your accommodations" he says.

Here we are this is your room and two doors further in Cole's room, you can get settled, there are showers, the water is not that warm but it's something, if you need anything my room is all the way on the end of the hall, ow yeah and dinner will be in an hour" he says and gives us the keys to our rooms "thank you, for everything" I say "no thank you I wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for you" he says and walks away. I open my door and look at Cole "if you need me, I will be right here okay" I say, Cole nods and walks into his room. I walk into my room and close the door behind me, it was a medium sized room with a bed and closest and there was a door that led to the bathroom. I grabbed my bag and took everything out of it, I took some clothes and went in the bathroom to take a shower, I turn the shower on and take my clothes off, I get under the water "It feels nice to get all the dirt off of me" I say to may self. After 5 minutes I get out the shower and put some clean clothes on, I get on my bed and relax.

Cole puts his bag on the bed and explores his room, he then turns on the shower, an hour past fast and we head for dinner, we saw everyone heading to a building it was a school, we looked for the cafeteria and bump into Aiden and V "hi guys, are you lost?" Aides asks "yeah" I say "come on" Aiden says, we get to, the cafeteria and walk in "you can sit by us my uncle wants to talk to you" Aiden says and leads us to our chairs "aah, April Cole i hope my nephew as been good to you" the commander says "yes sir he has" I answer and we sit down "so if I understand you two were scouts in your old camp" he says "yes we were" I reply "if I may ask, what happened there?" "our commander send us to pickup a package but we dint know that it was from NWC, when we got to our location we saw there name on it, we brought it back to camp and took it to the commander, he told us that it was a "cure" but actually it was the Syntphtesia virus, that night he injected it into his wife she killed him and started killing everyone from the camp, we try to tell him that it was a bad idea but he didn't listen" I say "you don't need to worry about that here" he says "Aiden said you wanted to talk to us about something" I say "aah yes, I would like you two to be scouts like in your other camp, we could use skills like yours" he says "we would love to" I say and Cole just nods "good I would like to go over a few things tomorrow, so rest today and meat me in the gym tomorrow" he says and stands up, I nod and continue eating. After eating I head to my room and get in bed.

Chapter Eight: There Here

I wake up the next morning and dress up, I go to Cole's room and knock on the door "Cole are you awake" I asks, the door opens "yeah just need to get dressed, come in" he says and lets me in, he closes the door behind me and starts getting dressed "are you okay" I ask him "yes, why do you ask?" he replies "you've been quiet lately" I say "I'm fine you don't have to worry about me" "I worry" I say. After he gets dressed we head to the school. I see Aiden and walk towards him "morning" I say "morning... my uncle said to wait for you guys here" he replies "thanks" I say. We start walking the gym, there were two soldiers standing next the door, they open it and we walk trough. "Your here" he says, we walk to the desk, there was a map "so we all know what the NWC is doing and you guys saw it first hand" he said "that's true and after what happened at central they will come and they would want a war Aiden says "we should make a plan to defend our selves" I say "and how will we do that" V says "you have good fighters here, I have seen it" I say "yes that`s true but we're not ready for a war" the commander says "but you can train them, you have enough time" I say "yes and then what, we fight, we die" V says "that's what happens" Cole says "how many hunters do they have" the commander asked "100, 1000 we don't know for sure" I say "we can send out scouts" Aiden says "we could do that, but who will volunteer" the commander asks "I'l go" I say "Me to" Aiden says to "I also volunteer" V says "I'll want to go to" "no, what you need to do is rest, your already not your self" I say, Cole looks angrily "fine" he replies and walks away. "We have our team than" the commander says.

"Sir, there ready" a guard says, Jonathan follows the guard to this massive room "how many hunters do we have?" Jonathan asks "1000" the doctors says "good get them ready, we leave in an hour" he says "yes sir." After an hour guards start loading trucks with the hunters and started driving. As we walk I hear cars driving "do you hear that" I ask "yes" Aiden answers, I look to my right and see military cars "it's them" I say "we need to get back" V says, we start heading back. We get back and had to the gym, we find the commander "sir, we have a problem, there coming" Aiden says "how far are they?" he asks "there about 1 and a half out" Aiden says "okay we have enough time to get the woman and children in the bunker and everyone that can fight ready "I'll get all the woman and children to the bunker" V says "and I'll get everyone who's able to fight ready" Aiden says, we head out "I'll look for Cole meet back here in a half an hour" I say, he nods and walks away.

I head to Cole's room and knock on his door, after a few minutes he opens "is everything okay" Cole asks "the hunters are on there way, we saw the NWC trucks curing them" I say "I thought they we're still far how did they get here so fast?" Cole asks "I don't know, maybe a shortcut or something, we need to head to the gym" I say, he nods and follows me. We get to the gym and see Aiden "is everyone ready?" I ask "yes" he says "now what" V asks "we wait" Aiden says "I'll head to the gate, to keep watch" I say " I'll go with you" Cole says. We head to the gate, grab some guns and keep watch "April, I just wanted to say sorry for how I was acting" Cole says "no , it's okay you cant do anything about that" I say "I should have tried" he says "you did and I know that" I say, Cole smiles at me. After 3 hours we hear cars "there here" I say and look at the thousands of cars driving towards us.

Chapter Nine : The Battle

"There here" I shout and grab a gun, I aim at one of the cars in front and shoot the driver. The car looses control and crashes into the wall, the hunters clime out of the car and start hitting the wall. Out of no were a tank comes and I see it aiming for the wall I grab Cole's hand and hide behind one of the barricades, we hear the wall explode and feel the ground beneath us tremble. "They've breached the wall" someone shouts, I look down and see hunters run in, I start shooting them, blood flies everywhere. I look beyond the wall and see more trucks coming, I head down with Cole, I see Aiden, he had blood all over his face "more are on there way" I worn him "there's to many of them " he say, I look around and see people dying one by one "we need to fall back" he say "no, I have a plan" I say, he looks confused at me "I was exploring one night and saw boxes of grenades under us, we can lore them to were the grenades are other them and have someone ignite them" I say "I'll do it" Cole says, I nod "Okay but how do we know if they still work" Aiden says "we will just have to find out where we have to go?" Cole asks "head down to the school basement, go to your right and you will se boxes there" I say "how do I know when to ignite them" he asks " you will know and when you take the pin out just run and hide behind the wall, okay" I say "Okay, stay save" he says "you too" I reply, he runs towards the school and heads in. "lets hope this works" Aiden says "it will" I reply.

Cole heads down to the basement and looks for the grenades, he finds them and waits for the signal. "We need to get the hunter's to the front of the school" I say, we start making noise to attract the hunter's "find coffer." Cole hears running on top of him, he grabs a grenade and takes the pin out, he throughs it in the middle of the room and hides behind a wall and coffers him self. "Get ready" I shout, we hear a huge explosion, the ground was trembling and we saw bodies fly everywhere. "It worked" I say, Cole runs back up and looks chocked. Out of nowhere we hear a siren, the same siren that we heard in the hunters building, I look at Cole and see him fall to the ground, I callout his name and run towards him. "Hey, Cole, look at me" I say, I look in his eyes and see them turning red again "I can feel it, it's starting to control me again, I'm trying to ignore it but it hurts" Cole says "look at me, I'm not loosing you again okay" I say and push his chin up, his eyes start going normal again. The sirens stop, I look behind me and se Jonathan standing at the gate. "Hallo again" I hear him say and stand up. "Why are you doing this" I ask "because it's fun and I needed to test them out and how better them the people who killed half my guards" he says "you have a grudge on us so you don't have to hurt these people, they didn't do anything wrong" I say "your right, grab those four" he says

The guards take us to the school and bring us to the gym "get on your knees" one of the guards say. We try to refuse but they push us to the ground. "Now who do I kill first" he says and and walks past everyone but stops by Cole "shell we start with the accident" he says and grabs Cole by his arm and throws him on the floor. "Just get it over with" Cole says "I want to have a little fun before" Jonathan says and takes his knife out, he grabs Cole's arm "stop please, take me" I shout, Jonathan and walks towards me "your braver than I thought" he says and grabs my chin "DON'T TOUTCH HER!" I hear Cole say "don't worry I won't" he says and walks back to Cole. He grabs Coles hand again and cuts Cole, blood drips from his arm "STOP IT!

Chapter Ten : End

A half an hour past "now who`s next?" Jonathan says, I look at Cole and see him unctuous and blooding "your a monster" I say "yes, I am sweet hart" he says and grabs my chin, I hit my head against his face and run towards Cole "YOU BITCH!" he shouts "Cole... Cole wake up" I say, I tray waking him up, Jonathan grabs me "fine... your next" he says, he thrown me on the ground and takes out his knife "were should I cut you first" he say, of ones we hear an explosion "find out what that was" Jonathan says, the guards head out "your going to die and I will be the one to kill you" I say, we hear the door open and see commander Rowlins with a gun to one of the guards head "let them go or I will shoot him" the commander says, Jonathan grabs my hear and pulls me up and put the knife against my neck. I try to get away but he grips me tighter "let her go" the commander says "kill him I have more guards" Jonathan says, the guard looks shocked.

The commander pushes the guard away from him and shoots him in the head. I see blood coming from his head and look shocked at the commander, he starts pointing the gun at Jonathan "let her go or I will shoot you" he says "you would have to shoot her first" Jonathan replies, the commander looks at Jonathan, I move my head a little and he shoots right in Jonathan's neck, I pull away and take his knife, I start stabbing him in his chest. "wow ... stop, his dead okay... his dead" Aiden says and hugs me "what happened" Aiden asks his uncle "we started fighting back, I'm sorry we didn't get here earlier" the commander said, I look at Cole and walked towards him, I look if he has a pols "his still alive but barley, we need to get him to medical" I say and look at Aiden, he picked Cole up and heads to medical.

We get Cole to medical, we see body bags everywhere "we need help" Aiden says to one of the doctors "put him here" the doctor says, Aiden puts him on the hospital bed "what happened to him?" the doctor asks "he was tortured" I say "need to stop the bleeding, I need some room so if you guys could wait in the waiting room" the doctor said "okay please just help him" I say, we all leaf the room and head to the waiting room. A half hour later the doctor comes, he wakes me up "how is he" I ask "his still unconscious but if you want you can go to him" the doctor says, I head to Cole and sit on the chair next to him "please wake up Cole" I say and take his hand, I feel a small grip from him "Cole?" I say, I see his eyes start opening "your awake, how are you feeling?" I ask "I feel a little dizzy but otherwise fine, what happened, where am I?" he asks "your at medical, Jonathan is dead" I say, he looks at me relieved "are you okay, what`s that on your neck, is that a cut, did Jonathan do that?" he says "I'm fine it doesn't even hurt anymore" I say "are you sure" he says "yes, you should rest, okay" I say, "okay" he says and closes his eyes, I fall asleep in the chair next to him.

I wake up the next morning and look for something to eat. I see V and Aiden at a table with food and water "morning guys" I say "morning... how is Cole?" Aides asks "his fine... better" I say "that`s good" V says "and you" Aiden asks "I'm okay too, just hungry" I say, I grab a plate and start filling it up and take one for Cole too. I head back to him and wake him up "you need to eat something" I say, he sits up and I hand him the plate "how do you feel?" I ask "still a little tiered and I still hurt everywhere, but other wise fine" he says and grabs the plate. "What do we do now?" Cole asks "we make this our home and protect it" I say, he looks at me and smiles. I head out for some fresh air and see Aiden, I walk towards him "hi" I say "it's nice out here isn't it, quite, peaceful" Aiden says and sees me looking a little unsettled "don't worry his gone" he says, I look at him "I know, it's just... it feels weird not having to worry about him anymore" I say "that's true, we do still have the rest off the hunters to hunt down and try to find a cure for them" he says "what if there is no cure, it only worked by Cole because I have feelings for him" I say "we will just have to try right" he says "your right" I reply. "It is nice out here" I say all we need to do now is survive.

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.·゜゜·. Holy Cow A Survey .·゜゜·. (and holy cow, it’s my 800th on here) by junkie_dreams

1. What made you pick up the last book you started reading? I started reading it for a while, then thesis made me too busy to read it for a few weeks, then when I was finished with that I realized I’ve left the book alone so I continued it and proceeded to finish the whole thing.

2. Have you received any bad or troubling news lately? All things revolving around Covid19, George Floyd, & Trump < Pretty much, though replace Trump with Duterte. He’s being such a cranky ass about hastily passing this new bill that will essentially allow warrantless arrests to anyone complaining about him on the internet, so everyone’s kinda stressing out about that right now.

3. When was the last time you were relieved about something? Since Tuesday, every day that I’ve woken up without a fever is a relief. Another thing is that it’s Gabie’s birthday today and I was relieved to find out that she loved the surprise I made for her :) I pooled all her friends together and made them do video birthday greetings and submit photos that they have with her and I compiled it in a simple short film. It turned out super cute!

4. What about your life concerns you the most? Anything job-wise. They say 2020 graduates are heading into the worst job market in a very long time, and I think that’s pretty straightforward information.

5. Is there a common thing most people seem to do without trouble, but it scares you (talking on the phone, driving, interviews, etc)? When was the last time you had to do one of these kinds of things? Talking on the phone, ordering in a restaurant, and asking for help in any kind of store. I had to talk to a Grab delivery driver the other day to help him with directions going to my house; andddd I don’t usually have to recite my order or ask for help at a store myself because my girlfriend will often be the one to speak for me HAHAHAH.

6. Is a pen pal something you would enjoy? If so, what kinds of little things would you send your pen friends? No, only because writing exhausts me these days. I only enjoy writing for people I already know very well and love, and I wouldn’t feel invested enough to write to people I don’t know all that much yet.

7. Describe a time when you were there for a friend? Angela was sad the other day so I dropped her short messages to let her know I was there for her. She never replied, but it’s okay; it was just important to me that she knew I wasn’t going to leave her alone.

8. When was the last time you went somewhere for the first time? I dunno, I obviously haven’t gone around the city in months...though I’m thinking it’s the milk tea place we have at campus, called Nomu. I was there to pick up a drink a week before lockdown.

9. What is a situation that makes you feel especially confident? If it’s a situation that I know I can handle, like a test I studied a lot for; or if it’s a situation where I have a lot of support.

10. What was the subject of your most recent conversation? My dad was asking if he can have one of my soju bottles (my mom recently bought me five) and was also asking what flavor is really good. That prompted me to walk over and hesitatingly point out the good flavors, until he said, “Just kidding, I was just checking to see if this will make you stand up. You’re so predictableeeeeeeee” hahahaha

11. Hypothetically and generally speaking, how would you go about breaking up with someone? Is there anything you would make sure to say, or perhaps not say? I’d do it personally, say everything there is to say, and let’s face it, I see myself crying a lot too because I can never have serious conversations without tearing up lol.

12. Are you more of a night person or a day person? What is it about the night/day that you favor? I like the nightlife more. I hate the sun and when it’s bright out, so I’m most active when it’s evening and the lights and stars are pretty.

13. What do you find particularly offensive? Would you say you’re easy or difficult to offend? Mostly anything racist, misogynist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, biphobic, acephobic, and anti-poor. I’m very alert about these things and will call out anyone making insensitive sentiments about any of them.

14. Is there a belief you have that most others around you don’t have? Do you share this belief with others, or do you tend to keep it to yourself? Have you ever offended anyone with this belief? Ok so it’s technically the opposite of belief but I am atheist in a predominantly Catholic country. I’m very vocal about it except with my family. I probably have offended some people by stuff I’ve said or shared, but I don’t care. If they choose to ignore the myriad of issues surrounding their religion, they’re part of the problem and the reason why I’m so wholly against it.

15. Do you consider internet friendships as important as offline friendships, or do you view them differently? I value offline friendships more.

16. When was the last time you visited relatives or friends of the family? Is visiting family something you enjoy? I visited my lola, aunt, and cousins last Sunday when I was sick, since the doctor we were heading to lives in the same village. I hadn’t seen them since December I think? so my lola cried when she saw us walk through the front gate :’) I love visiting family, whoever it may be. It’s always fun to catch up, as long as conversations don’t turn into politics lol.

17. What did you do for the last holiday or event you celebrated? For my birthday we were stuck in lockdown so I couldn’t really do anything, but we had lots of food which is the easiest way to make me happy anyway. My parents and sister bought a blueberry cheesecake but had the blueberry part scraped off and then they crushed a whole pack of Oreos to turn it into an Oreo cheesecake lol; and Angela sent me a box of sushi.

18. If you’ve moved out from home, what was the scariest thing about it? What was/is your favorite thing about it? I haven’t yet.

19. Are there any fictional characters you like even though they’re “bad” or “evil?” What qualities draw you to a character? Yeah. Many antagonists speak the truth, and that makes it so easy to root for them. It’s this case very often in pro wrestling.

20. What are your thoughts on “forgiving” murderers, rapists, attackers, etc? Do you think it’s even possible to forgive these people? I don’t even forgive friends who betray me, so much less would I forgive assholes like the ones you listed. It’s definitely possible; I just choose not to do it because that’s my way of being in peace.

21. What was the last series you finished watching? Do you have any plans to begin another? I’m awwwwwwwful at finishing series man. I’m still on Descendants of the Sun but I also started a rewatch of The Big Bang Theory lmao. I want to finish DOTS first though and then maybe move on to Crash Landing On You, another Korean drama. Big Bang’s not really a priority for me and just something I wanna watch when I don’t want anything too heavy.

22. What is one way in which you are different from a year ago? What is one way in which you are still the same? I’m a lot less afraid of dealing with people (and been better with it) thanks to the stuff I’ve had to do in the last year, like my internship and heading external relations for my org. I’m still the same in the sense that I’m still deathly terrified in the last few moments before I do the aforementioned dealing with people lol. Once I jump into the conversation I’m perfect, but I take f o r e v e r to get prepared.

23. When was the last time you had to walk somewhere in the rain? How about the snow? I don’t like walking in the rain and we don’t get snow.

24. Are there any types of survey questions you dread or don’t like answering for whatever reason? What kinds of questions do you like best? Questions that make me think too much or are too deep. I also don’t like basic surveys. Random is where it’s at. Ask me what I got at the last restaurant I was at, places I plan to visit soon, the last time I got mad, stuff like that.

25. If you could learn about anything without the stress of grades or cost, what kind of classes would you take? Law.

26. What was the last item of clothing you purchased? Do you wear it often? Two identical tops in different colors. I haven’t gotten the chance to wear either a lot because lockdown happened shortly after I bought them.

27. Has anything made you feel nostalgic lately? Sure. When I was compiling stuff for Gab’s surprise video, I came across some very old photos of us and of her and Angela.

28. What was the last chore you completed? Wash my plate from breakfast.

29. Name a song you’ve listened to today? 7/11 by Beyoncé, heh.

30. Is there anything you’ve promised yourself you’ll never do again? Drink buko juice. I had to drink it for the first few days of my UTI treatment and it’s so disgustinggggggg.

#survey #surveys

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I'M GONNA DO IT TO EM' ALL ASKS THAT YOU REBLOG TONIGHT TILL 10 AM TOMORROW.... DO THEM!!!!

Hey, you had to do it to ‘em! Here they are starting with the most recent.

“Weird asks that say a lot”

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs because you can use them for everything. Teacups are too small for a proper cuppa.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars always.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubblegum, which I miss so much. I haven’t had it in over 2 years bc of my braces

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I didn’t go to public school but all the adults who dealt with me said I was sociable and tried to get everyone to do the group projects but no one listened so I ended up sitting alone reading and quietly doing the project.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Glass BOTTLES make it taste superior.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Pastel boho preppy goth best describes my style.

7. earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds, but only rubber tipped ones. The plastic ones never fit in my ears. Also headphones never cover my whole ear right. :/

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows keep my attention span better.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Brewing thunderstorms.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

None. But trampoline if I had to pick.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Scrambled eggs, peanut butter toast, and some kind of fruit.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

My main one is Things You Love. My one for writing is Queen And Country, and my other two favorites are Summer Songs and A Queen Knows How To Fight A War.

13. lanyard or key ring?

Key ring, lanyards get in the way.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Swedish Fish or Sour Patch Kids.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

OH MAN. To Kill A Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby, Fahrenheit 451, The Grapes Of Wrath, and The Handmaid’s Tale were definitely my top 5 in English class.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Curled up sideways in an armchair with my legs slung over the arm. Sitting normally sucks.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Either pair of my black boots, or my pink floral Skechers that I wear to work.

18. ideal weather?

60 degrees, cloudy, windy, with a chance of rain.

19. sleeping position?

On my right side, arms around a fluffy pillow, one leg out straight and the other drawn up with my knee to my chest.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop. I’m trying to exercise my hand and wrist so I don’t tire as quick of notebook writing, though.

21. obsession from childhood?

History, Nancy Drew books, Harry Potter, and ghost stories.

22. role model?

The person I am but don’t think I am.

23. strange habits?

Pulling my shirt collar up over my nose and mouth/putting it in my mouth and chewing on it.

24. favorite crystal?

Amethyst, my birthstone! Close second is blue goldstone. (Have you ever seen it? It looks like the universe. I have a worrystone made of blue goldstone and it’s one of my prized possessions.)

25. first song you remember hearing?

Something from church probably. Outside of church probably one of these: If I Had A Hammer // Peter, Paul and Mary, Puff The Magic Dragon // Peter, Paul and Mary, Scarborough Fair // Simon & Garfunkel, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald // Gordon Lightfoot.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Sit in the shade.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Drink tea, read, and play either Pokemon or Nancy Drew and the Clue Benders Society on my 3DS.

28. five songs to describe you?

The Pines // Roses & Revolutions, I Am Here // Pink, Walk Me Home // Pink, Call Home // Heathers (not the musical), Traveler’s Song // Aviators

29. best way to bond with you?

Talk to me about history, crime, musicals, books, or tv shows

30. places that you find sacred?

Natural swamps. Libraries. Old, overgrown gardens. Anywhere historic. Pine forests at dusk. Anywhere under a clear night sky.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

A plaid shirt, black leggings, and black boots with dark neutral lipstick and a black choker.

32. top five favorite vines?

Fre she vocado, BENTLEY NOOOOO, uhhh I sure hope it does, the one of Lin Manuel-Miranda trying to brainstorm, and this bitch empty YEEt

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Idk how to find this out

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

Idk if this is just a local thing here but WOW ITS NATURESTONE

35. average time you fall asleep?

12-1 nowadays.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

I can haz cheezburger

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Depends. Suitcase for things like my laptop that are better protected than in a duffel bag, but duffel bag otherwise because they’re easier to carry.

38. lemonade or tea?

TEAAAAA

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Both please

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

My house? We had a safe word when we did math. It was “quokka.” If we got overwhelmed we’d say it and then stop and look at pictures of quokkas.

41. last person you texted?

My friend and coworker.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Cardigan or hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

Lavender

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy. It takes me a bit to get into fantasy books usually, but sci-fi is hard to follow and superhero is mostly predictable.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Fuzzy pants and a t shirt

47. favorite type of cheese?

Muenster, parmesan, or goat cheese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Raspberry

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“I have no country to fight for. My country is the earth, and I am a citizen of this world.” - Eugene V. Debs

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

A weird local political ad a couple years back.

51. current stresses?

My recent breakup, an overnight shift I work on Wednesday night, and trying to find time to go out to a corn maze with my friend.

52. favorite font?

Baskerville or Georgia.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Covered in small cuts and scrapes from work, nails picked short, black nail polish mostly peeled off.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

babysitting job: Kids suck never have more than one. Retail job: being on your fee it hardddd

55. favorite fairy tale?

Beauty and the Beast or Rapunzel

56. favorite tradition?

Looking at Halloween decorations

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Cutting, being manipulated by my dad, and letting other people make me believe I wasn’t good enough (still working on that one)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Writing, puzzle-solving, singing, and calligraphy

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Oh shit waddup”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

One of those preppy gothic private school animes with a dark secret lurking around the corner

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

Book: “Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance. You have to work at it.” - The Handmaid’s Tale. Movie: “It’s not about deserve. It’s about what you believe. And I believe in love.” - Wonder Woman. TV Show: “I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself.” - Doctor Who.

62. seven characters you relate to?

Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Remus Lupin, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury.

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Same five that I said describe me.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Webkinz and the old American Girl site circa 2009.

65. any permanent scars?

One down my chest from heart surgery as a baby, lots from self harm on my arms/legs, some on my left knee from falling as a kid, and one on the back of my right heel from being pecked by a goose at the fair when I was 11.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Sunflowers, roses, and dahlias.

67. good luck charms?

Myself.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Ranch anything.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Jellyfish have no brains and no heart.

70. left or right handed?

I’m third generation left handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

Vertical stripes.

72. worst subject?

Math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Wendy’s fries and chocolate frosty.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

7. Usually I just ignore it because I have a “high pain tolerance” (which means I like to put myself through minor pains because I think I deserve it)

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

Age 5. I was trying to blow up an inflatable ball and it came out.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

ALL POTATOES EXCEPT POTATO SALAD

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Violets.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Neither, both suck equally.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

Never had a school id so I guess the license

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones for me

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

...They are literally the same thing

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

Writing. I absolutely cannot draw.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts, talk radio is so obnoxious.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie. The clothes are easier to take on and off. I used to accidentally rip polly pocket clothes all the time.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology. I like it because it explains things, it’s creation stories, its origins. Fairy tales are just fantasies or cautionary tales.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies.

87. your greatest fear?

Rejection, drowning, and clowns.

88. your greatest wish?

To be a semi-successful author and historian.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My mom.

90. luckiest mistake?

Not succeeding in killing myself!

91. boxes or bags?

Bags.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Dim lamps if they have yellow bulbs. I hate white lights. And also fairy lights yes please.

93. nicknames?

Ellie, Ell, Little Lion, Lioness.

94. favorite season?

FALLLLL

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr, Spotify, or Instagram.

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

Revolutionary War-era America or late Victorian England.

THIS GOT REALLY LONG AND I DONT WANNA HIT THE TEXT BLOCK LIMIT SO IMMA DO ALL THE HALLOWEEN ONES SEPARATELY, MAYBE IN THE MORNING.

#a series of essays anonymously published

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theycallmebeccawrites · 5 years

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Perfectly Imperfect: Epilogue

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wren Arnold (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Perfectly Imperfect Masterlist | Chris & Wren Masterlist

Chapter 9

Epilogue

July 6, 2028

The house was quiet when Chris entered the mud room via the garage at one in the morning. He pulled off his shoes and stuck them on the shelf marked "Daddy" and then left his suitcase with all his dirty clothes next to the washing machine.

Entering the kitchen, he smiled when he saw that the girls had made him a "Welcome Home Daddy!" sign and had hung it on the edge of the island. He had spent the last week doing promos for a new film and was happy to finally be home where he belonged.

He took the kitchen stairs two at a time to get to the floor where his wife and daughters all slept. The first door he came to was painted a bold purple with a turquoise "A" printed on it. He hadn't been sure of the idea when Addy and Wren had presented it to him when they first moved in, but the house wouldn't be complete without unique touches like this.

Pushing the ajar door open, he smiled when he saw his 10-year-old daughter curled up with their aging Austrian shepherd, Gus. They had adopted the, then two-year-old, dog shortly after he and Wren had gotten married seven years ago; the same day that Wren had legally adopted Addy.

When it came to her birth mom, Addy hadn't had any questions until just recently and it was more out of curiosity than anything else. Because of these questions, part of his trip to LA had included a visit with Jessa and her husband. They hadn't been ready for a face to face conversation, but Jessa had given Chris her business card and told him that Addy could email her any questions she may have and she'd answer them if she could. They all knew, however, there were some topics that couldn't be address via email or until the pre-teen was an adult herself. It was a talk that Chris wasn't looking forward to having with his daughter, but he knew it would have to happen as soon as they had time.

Returning her door to how he found it, he moved down to the next door which was based in a pale pink and then had a lime green "D" and a magenta purple "S" on it. There had been a lot of debate about the door and Chris wasn't looking forward to a repeat of it when he had to redo the door in a few weeks when they moved the girls' rooms around to make room for the new baby.

The door was already opened halfway due to the needs of its occupants. At almost five, his and Wren's second oldest, Dakota, liked to sleep in a dark room, but her three-year-old sister Savannah preferred to have the light from the hallway on her at all times. It had taken them a couple weeks to get it setup to accommodate both girls' needs, but, in the end, they had worked it out.

From the doorway, Chris could see little Savannah stretched out on her stomach with the family's orange tabby cat, Oliver, snuggled up to her side. In order to see Dakota, he had to move into the room and pull aside the blackout curtain that was attached to the ceiling above her bed. Like her other sisters, she was dead to the world and didn't even flinch, though her sleeping buddy, the family's other dog Patch, a Dalmatian, looked up at him with one eye. Chris pressed his finger to his mouth and then backed away from the bed. He stood still for a moment, wondering if Patch was going to get up and follow him, but he soon heard the dog start snoring again.

Leaving the room, Chris moved across the hall to the nursery. The closed door was painted a pale yellow and, currently, had the letter "B" written on it. Opening the door, he tiptoed in and closed it softly behind him. The door to his and Wren's room was partially open and he could see the outline of his pregnant wife from where he stood. Smiling, he made his way over to the crib and smiled down at his and Wren's youngest daughter, Brooklyn, 18 months.

As he watched the baby sleep, he couldn't help but reflect on the last seven years. They had been the best years of his life. He loved making movies and acting, but he had scaled back so he could spend more time with his girls. Thanks to the Marvel movies, he and Wren were set for life and he was sure even his future grandchildren would be fine as long as they were wise with the money.

Leaving the nursery, Chris went into the bedroom he shared with Wren and stared longingly at the bed. A part of him just wanted to undress and climb in next to her, but he'd been traveling all day and he needed to shower first.

He showered quickly and then put on a pair of plaid pajama pants, a necessity with daughters who didn't know how to knock. Returning to the bedroom, he smiled when he saw Wren sitting up.

"Welcome home." She smiled at him as he climbed into the bed.

"Good to be home," he replied. He kissed her and then tugged playfully on the braid she always put her hair into for bed. "Did I wake you up?"

"No, the baby did," she said and both of their eyes dropped to her swollen belly.

"Do I need to have a talk with him or her?" Chris asked, sternly. He didn't wait for her answer as he leaned down and started to talk to her belly.

Wren laughed as his whispers tickled her skin. She couldn't hear what he was saying to the baby, but the baby responded with a kick. "Ouch!" she said, rubbing the spot where she was jabbed. "I thought you were going to calm the baby down."

"I forgot I'm not the kid wrangler," he replied, smoothing her stomach with his hand.

"No you're just a super hero dad," Wren smiled at him. "Did you see the girls' sign in the kitchen?"

"I did and I loved it," Chris said then stifled a yawn.

"Time to go to sleep," Wren laughed. "The girls are excited to see you and I don't think they'll let you sleep in."

"Oh the joys of being a parent," Chris sighed.

"Says the one who checked on all the girls and was secretly disappointed that none of them were still awake," Wren stated.

"Guilty," Chris chuckled as he laid back against the pillows with Wren's body cuddled up against him.

Savannah was the first to join them a few hours later with her shadow Oliver. Little girl and cat crawled into bed, her laying down on top of Chris and the cat curling up by his pillows. A little while later, Dakota and Patch joined them, too. An hour or so later, Addy came into the room via the nursery carrying Brooklyn with Gus following them.

"I think we need a bigger bed," Chris told Wren once they were all in the bed together. He and Wren were both partially sitting with the youngest two cuddled up to them while Addy and Dakota laid between them with both dogs and Oliver curled up at their feet.

"Daddy, can we watch cartoons?" Dakota asked after a while.

"Sure," Chris nodded. He handed her the tablet that controlled the TV and let her choose what they would watch.

It took her a few minutes, but Dakota eventually picked a series of old Disney cartoons that Chris and Wren had grown up watching. As a family, they watched a couple before they heard the first tummy rumble.

"Mom, can I go get the cupcakes?" Addy asked, excitedly.

"Great idea," Wren nodded.

"What cupcakes?" Chris asked as Addy sprinted from the room.

"It's our seventh wedding anniversary," Wren reminded him. "And at my sonogram this week, the doctor was able to determine the sex of the baby."

"I knew our anniversary," Chris said. "But I didn't know the second part. What are we having?"

"That's what we're about to find out," Wren said as Addy returned with a pink bakery box. "I had her write it on a card and then I took it to our favorite bakery and had them make us cupcakes with a filling that is either blue or pink."

Addy set the box down in the middle of the bed and then they moved so they were all surrounding it.

"Alright," Wren said. "Before we bite into our cupcakes, let's find out what you guys want it to be. Addy?"

"A boy!"

"Dakota?"

"A girl!"

"Savannah?"

"A girl!"

"Brooklyn?"

The one and half year old blinked in response, making them all laugh.

"Do you want a girl or a boy?" Addy asked her youngest sister. "Say 'mommy' for a girl or 'daddy' for a boy."

"Momma," Brooklyn replied from around her binkie.

"Alright, so that is three for another girl and one vote for a boy," Wren said. "What do you want, Chris?"

"I love my girls and I will be happy with another, but I wouldn't mind having a boy," Chris replied.

"How very politically correct of you," Wren laughed. "I'll be less PC and say I'd love to have a little boy."

"So how are we going to do this?" Chris asked, gesturing to the cupcakes.

"We'll each grab one and then we'll count to three before we take a bite," Wren explained.

They each grabbed a cupcake and then held it in their hands save for Brooklyn whose hands were too small to hold the cupcake. They put her in front of the cake box, but before they could stop her, the one-and-a-half-year-old grabbed a fist full of her cupcake and brought it to her lips, revealing the blue filling.

"It's a boy!" Addy shouted and then bite into her own cupcake. They followed her lead and confirmed that the filling of all the cupcakes was indeed blue.

"We're having a boy," Wren said as she looked at Chris with tears in her eyes. "A boy!"

Grinning, Chris leaned over and pressed a kiss to Wren's frosting covered lips. In four short months, baby Austin would be joining the family.

A little over eight years ago, he had returned to Boston thinking his love life was dead and wanting to make the best life for Addy that he could. He hadn't foreseen that he would fall in love with his best friend, Wren, marry her and have three more daughters and a son with her, but that is exactly what had happened.

Exactly seven years ago, he and Wren had stood in front of a small gathering of their family and friends and had promised to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. A promise that he planned to keep until he took his last breath.

THE END

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