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captainrandomstranger18 · 4 years ago

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My dearest Captain,

The story of Thaddeoso is much less exciting than one might think. Basically my grandpa told a story of this huge frog that hung around when my mom was young and they called him Thaddeus. Then then my cousins and I found this huge frog by the spring and my sibling suggested we call him Thaddeoso, so we did.

1. Could you maybe stop judging others and let them enjoy things in peace please?

2. All the ones I’ve seen so far (tos, aos, tng, and voyager)

3. That’s a hard one. I like all of them Janeway and Q and Geordi a lot though

4. I don’t know, I actually haven’t thought about it

5. Yep! I like most musicals, but I think my current favorites are Sweeney Todd, Singin in the Rain, and Cats (not the newer movie though)

6. Maybe maple cus we used to make maple syrup back at the first place I lived

7. You know what should be a thing? Space mythology. Like dragons who live in black holes and hoard light and sirens that mimic distress signals to lure spaceships into asteroid fields and vampires that steal the oxygen from your lungs (I have been thinking about this a lot today)

8. It’s currently tied between a black pair with neon kinda flowery/geometric shapes and a white pair with jellyfish

9. I haven’t been in public lately and I tend to tune out most of the other people in school so I don’t really have anything for this one. I hit my creative writing word count goal though! (8,000 words (everyone set their goals at 8,000 except this one kid who set his at 8,001))

I have never had a brookie, but it sounds amazing.

Yours,

Dearest L,

To continue the pattern of answering my own questions:

1. I would probably do 1 of 2 things (depending on my mood). Either I would tell everybody to treat all people with respect or kindness, or I would just rick roll everyone on the planet.

2. My favorites are also all the ones I’ve seen so far (I swear it is so hard to pick a favorite Trek! They are all so beautiful and wonderful and unique in their own ways, and its hard to compare them to each other.) These include TOS, TAOS, DS9, and TNG.

3. Data would probably be my #1 favorite, and my second favorite would be everyone else because I can’t choose.

4. I relate to Data’s curiosity and not understanding humans all the time, and I relate to Julian Bashir’s awkwardness. But the character I probably relate to the most is Reginald Barclay. Like every time he comes on screen and so much as breathes I’m like “MOOD. THAT’S ME RIGHT THERE.” I also relate to Riker because I like to put my leg up on random things.

5. I like a lot of musicals. My favorites would probably be Hamilton, The Fiddler on the Roof, and Bye Bye Birdie (I was in that one for my high school’s theater program. I was a background character.) Singin’ in the Rain is also really good, although I haven’t watched it in a while. I do remember my first time watching it, though. I was a little kid and I was at my grandma’s house and she got out an umbrella so we could dance along to it. :D

6. My favorite tree would have to be the Rainbow Eucalyptus:

I’m sending pictures of the most amazing trees, you’ll be obsessed with all my forest expertise! (Sorry that was a Dear Evan Hansen reference) (I’m not even that big of a fan of the musical, that line just popped into my head right now) (Although Sincerely Me is sincerely a bop in my opinion.) (Dang that was off topic, where was I?)

AH, yes. TREES!

I just-look at its colors. Asfshdjkds. I kinda want one tbh. Ok, fine, I really want one. The only issue is that they live in tropical climates and I DON’T live in a tropical climate so it probably wouldn’t do too well if I were to plant one here. Oh well. At least the internet exists so I can admire them from afar.

Here’s the wikipedia article on them if you want to learn more: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eucalyptus_deglupta

7. First of all, can I just say that I LOVE THE IDEA OF SPACE MYTHOLOGY. That’s brilliant. And you’re absolutely correct. Why isn’t that a thing? THAT SHOULD BE A THING!!!! (Side question: do you mind if I use your space dragon idea in that Existential Crisis: The Musical that I’m sort of on a hiatus of writing? Like that,,,, is such a cool idea. The musical mostly takes place in outer space btw. Also if I do use it I’ll be sure to credit you! Even though I’m not actually planning on getting the musical published anywhere any time soon. Side-side question: should I credit you as “Mysterious Anonymous Tumblr User L” or something else? Side-side-side question: I actually forgot what I was going to type here but “side-side-side” is fun to say. OK I JUST REMEMBERED. Actually I just forgot again. Goshdarn adhd. OH I REMEMBERED AGAIN. Would you like to hear what my musical is about in a future letter? That is all.)

Dang i just went off on a tangent there (This is what it’s like when my adhd medication has worn off). What was question #7 even supposed to be?

*checks previous letter* Oh, to go on a rant of any sort. I think I just kind of did that on accident. Whoops. (Sorry you had to read my stream-of-consciousness ramblings about whatever the heck that was.)

ANYWAYS, I liked your space dragon idea so much that i drew this picture based on it, here you go:

sorry the camera quality is really bad lol. I tried (and failed) to make the dragon look galaxy-printed if that makes any sense.

But dude- space mythology is my new favorite thing now.

8. My current favorite pair of socks are a pair I have that are fluffy with unicorns on them.

9. I haven’t been in public lately either lol. But congratulations on your writing goal! That’s a lot of words! :D

Brookies are, in fact, amazing.

Now for some new questions!

1. Since you mentioned previously that you liked Unnus Annus, and since I basically missed out on most of it, what happened in some of your favorite episodes?

2. Do you think reality is a simulation?

3. Do you have any cool random facts about anything? (it can be about LITERALLY anything. I like any and all cool random facts.)

4. Do you know what your hogwarts house is?

5. Do you have a motto of any sort?

6. Am I allowed to guess who you are, or should I wait for you to tell me? (I’m fine waiting, it’s just that I have a few guesses already)

7. Would you like to read my horrible Star Trek crack fanfiction.

8. Semi-Philosophical Question Time: How would you define freedom?

That is all! Thank you for continuing to write/read these letters. I look forward to them every day! To quote another musical, “Now my life gets better every letter that you write me!” (Sorry if that was dumb lol, im bad at this)

Yours Truly,

Captain

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just-some-random-blogger · 6 years ago

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Blooming Day

Chris Evans x Dancer!Reader Characters: James Corden, Chris Evans Summary: You were half of the well-known dancing, coed duo ‘Sky Rocket’ that went viral for being able to pop and lock on top of pirouettes and waltzes. Tonight, you were a guest on The Late, Late Show with Chris Evans. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Fluff, sarcasm, lots of lols, screaming, sass, not so vivid dancing descriptions, really cheesy ending (nice), etc.

A/N: Don’t you just love AUs? And don’t you wish you would be the guest with Chris Evans if he goes on the late late show. ALSO I CANT BELIEVE I WROTE AND FINISHED 3 FICS TODAY! ARENT YOU PROUD OF ME MOM!!!!! ANOTHER ALSO, blooming day is so bop yo

“Welcome to the Late, Late Show.” James said to no one in particular as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and turned from his cue card to the two of us on the couch. James was his normal preppy self wearing a signature blue suit. “This is both your first time here. Congratulations, you’re no longer virgins.” the host spoke, turning to the audience that then broke into laughter just as the two of us did.

“Wow, I popped my cherry with Chris Evans.” I spoke, immediately regretting saying that, “OKAY COOL, I REALLY JUST SAID THAT. This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to be on TV next to attractive people.” I then turned to the host, overlooking the semi-bearded hunk in a dirty brown plaid suit I was literally brushing shoulders with. “Could you not be so darn cute?”

James turned to me, mouth dropping and curving into a soft smile. He then burst into a high pitched giggle, waving me off with occupied hand, “Stop it.”

I scrunched my face up and chuckled softly, “Sorry.”

After a few moments of giddiness, James wiped his forehead with both his left and right fingers and turned to the man beside me, “Hear that Chris. She said I was attractive.”

Chris chuckled, “I don’t doubt that.”

“Oh my gosh,” James said, biting his fist. “Chris Evans everyone,” he called, making the room burst into applause and the said man burst into laughter.

“Now,” James started, turning to the audience, “if you don’t know who she is, you’ve been living under a rock.” He then turned to me, calling my first name, “... is an amazing dancer in a sibling duo called Sky Rocket.”

I nodded and chuckled, placing my cheeks in my hands, as the crowd cheered loudly. “Aw, yeah, thank you.”

“And your partner couldn’t be here today.”

“Ah, yes, yes. He only sprained his ankle, but today was his check-up, so...”

James turned to me, “Only sprained his ankle.”

I gave an airy chuckle, “Yes, it’s a very minor thing when you’re a dancer, which is why you really need to properly warm-up and get the blood pumping. We sprain ourselves a lot, and usually it only takes hot and cold compress to get everything back to normal. His ankle however got twisted and really swelled, so he had to wear a soft cast.”

“In other words suck it up, bro.” James said, turning to the camera, making me break into a bubbly laugh. I slapped my lap, “Exactly, he has no right to get injured! He should’ve taken care of himself more.”

“Well said, well said.” James nodded in agreement. “Now, could you tell us a bit why out of all the words in the world, you decided you would like to call yourselves Sky and Rocket.” The two of us on the couch laughed at that.

“Because they can, James.” Chris said making me call out a prolonged “Ooh.”

I gave a big grin, “Yeah, well that,” I motioned to Chris and chuckled at James’ reaction, as did everyone else, “that is true. Uh, but we actually wanted to be called Mikado at first. It is both a Japanese term for emperor, and a really bright and pretty shade of yellow, and we wanted to be called something that represented something both great and bright. But we ended up going with Sky Rocket because it’s a very literal and figurative sense.

“My brother and I love space, and well sky can be the representation of the grace ballet requires, and rocket the quickness of hiphop.”

The two men to my side nodded at my answer.

James looked at his card, “You and your brother performed at so many award shows this year.”

“Oh my gosh, we did. It was amazing.” I gushed.

“What were the backstage secrets you found out along the way?“ James asked making me laugh.

“Aww, sorry honey, that’s a secret.”

After making a face and laughing, at this point, James cued for a commercial break and I shifted slightly in my seat.

“You know I’ve seen your videos on youtube and I think you’re amazing.” Chris spoke, turning to me, making my jaw drop and my hands raise to my chest.

“Oh wow.” I said in a deeply surprised tone, “Thank you so much. That-” I nodded my head, “that means so much to me.”

“You couldn’t have said this a while ago, Chris?” James said turning to us as one of the producers on set motioned that we were going back live.

So as we shared a laugh and the audience applaud again, James reintroduced us for the viewers just tuning in.

“Now Chris, the internet is having a mental breakdown, trying to figure out what the hell,” James spoke, breathing in sharply, giving himself a second before he continued. He then started fanning his face, as if he was at the brink of tears, only causing the two of us, Chris especially, to laugh, bemused.

“... what the hell is going to happen at Avenger’s: Endgame.”

The crowd went wild and Chris chuckled, tilting his head to the side.

“Well,” he said, straightening his posture, “after the devastation the Avenger’s faced after Thanos’ invasion, they regroup, try to pick up the pieces, and see who’s left of them, going on to,” he motioned, “to put and end to Thanos’ reign and bring back what he had destroyed.”

As James nodded, I gave a face and turned to the man beside me. Raising my hand, I spoke, “He literally said nothing, and I already hate it.”

With that being said, everyone clenched their stomach laughing, Chris especially. Before he could defend himself, I chuckled out and raised my hands as I explained, “You were literally just like, ‘the bad guy hurt us and we’re going to try and hurt him back, hopefully enough so that we save the earth.’”

Chris couldn’t help but lean back and clutch his left breast at how much he was laughing.

James on the other hand nodded and pointed his cue cards at me, “That’s true.” He pursed his lips and allowed everyone to settle back down.

“I’m sorry!” Chris whined, “This is what Marvel does to you!”

“That,” I said, “or you just suck at explaining.”

“Wow,” his jaw slacked into a smile, “thanks.”

“Alright, now since we have a professional dancer with us tonight,” James said, placing his cue cards down on the table, “I thought it would be fun if we danced to see just who is really the dancer between us. Are you guys ready to get crushed?“ James asked us, making both Chris and I laugh.

“I’m trying not to get injured, but okay.” I said.

“Let’s go and play Dancing Machine.” James pointed to the camera, and the band did their segment. At this point, all three of us got down from the elevation and moved to the stage below. Once the band was done and the three of us were set, I really got to see just how large Chris was beside me. He towered over me with his broad shoulders and well formed pants over his obviously equally mannered legs. And as I was in between the two men, on my other side, James was shorter and softer. It was an adorable contrast.

“Before we start this though, I know Chris has a secret weapon up his sleeve.” James said, turning to the tall man, “Chris, you did tap dancing when you were younger, right?“

He chuckled, “Ah yeah.”

“Oh my goodness, really?“ I gasped in enthusiasm. “My brother and I did a year of tap dance, and well, he’s much better at it because he thrives off of meticulousness and all that complicated stuff, whereas I’m a more of a go with the flow kind of person.” I explained quickly, then circling on of my hands around, “can you show us something?”

The crowd cheered and James called, “Yeah, what she said.” making me chuckle and hide my face in my hands.

“Sorry! I just got excited because I didn’t know he could dance!”

Chris then rubbed his nape and turned to his feet, “Gosh, I haven’t done this properly in a while. I can’t believe I’m going to embarrass myself in front of a good dancer.”

“Suck it up, bro!” James called loudly making both Chris and I laugh.

“Hey, no,” I said, turning to Chris, “It’s alright Chris, I’m sure you’ll do better than you expect.”

With that, everyone held their breath as Chris did a short routine. It was long enough to show what he could do and for the band to do a little background music, but quick enough that he didn’t have to go too technical.

“That was good!” I said clapping for Chris who then went back to us.

The audience thought so too, evident with their cheers. James butt in, “Yeah that was good,” he then placed a hand on my shoulder, “show ‘em how it’s really done though.”

I threw my head back in laughter as did Chris, while the rest cheered.

After the noise settled, I clarified, “I’m not a tap dancer, so I only know a few steps. Actually, I have this routine that has tap in it amongst other things. Can I just do that?”

James and Chris agreed in their own ways.

I smiled, “Okay,” I tied up my shirt dress, enough to make it look like a shirt, revealing the gold embellished black leggings I was wearing underneath. As I wiped my sneakers, I heard the shrill hiss of my manager from not too far. James burst out laughing then quickly straightened up, repeating what he heard from her. With his hands on his hips, he spoke in a high tone, “That’s Gucci, child.”

“It’ll be fine, mom,” I teased my motherly manager, proceeding to disclaim that she wasn’t actually my mom. I then turned to the band, “It’ll kind weird to dance to nothing, so could I please get a 4 by 4 beat?“

With Reggie on the mic nodding, he lead the band into a 4/4 time signature and I counted and readied to dance with the music. In my head however, I was dancing to the chorus of Blooming Day by EXO.

And for four counts, I moved my hips, pop ‘n locked, twirled, and tapped to the beat.

Once I finished with a sharp and timely crash of a cymbal, the audience was left cheering.

“Amazing.” James said after I bowed and moved back to them. Chris turned to me and clapped, making my cheeks burn up at the sentiment.

“Okay, no pressure. Let’s move onto the game. Rules are simple, the band will play a popular dance song and we’re going to have to dance to it.” James raised his hands, finishing his explanation, “Winner has to buy the losers dinner.”

I burst into laughter at what James said. “Cool, I’ll just sit down then.”

“No,” James raised a finger, “Okay fine, loser has to-- winner doesn’t buy anyone dinner.”

“What about the loser?“ I asked.

“They lose! What else do you want?!” James yelled, making me recoil and chuckle.

“Gosh, alright, just checking.” I said moving away.

With that, the band started playing their own version of In My Feelings by Drake. We all started out simple, doing the windshield and I did a few sharp moves.

“You don’t know this song, do you?“ James called out as Chris coped what I was doing. Chris gave a look, “Gosh, no, sorry.”

“Well, then keep copying her then,” James said rolling his eyes exaggeratedly as he went down low and twerked.

The two of us laughed at that and I cheered for James.

I then joined in the craziness, and showed a few low-key sensual moves.

“Chris, you’re supposed to dance!” James burst out in laughter, stopping his ridiculousness, “Not oogle at the pretty dancer.”

Chris covered his face at that and I felt my face burn up at the comment, as well as my movements slower.

The next song was Havana by Camila Cabello, and so I bust out a few Latin dances I knew. As I did a basic cha-cha-cha, I then turned to James and asked, “You wanna dance with me?”

“We’re the same height, dance with him!” he pointed at Chris as I then argued back, “It’s actually better to dance if your partner-- “ “NO, I’M WINNING THIS THING BY MYSELF, DANCE WITH HIM!” he screamed, making me embrace myself and walk back.

“OKAY COOL!” I blurted out in panic. I then turned to Chris and asked, “Do you want to dance with me?“

“Sure,” he said softly, taking my outstretched hand, making the crowd go wild and James curl up all giddy.

I placed my hand in his, and the other on his shoulder, while his other hand was on my waist. I felt my stomach roll in butterflies. I kept to my toes, considering out height difference, and lead us with is a simple backward-backward forward-forward step. He looked down at out feet, and the inner dancer in me was fighting my reason to tell him to face his partner. I found myself compromising by complimenting him, which in turn meant he had to look at me.

When he did, he gave a bright smile.

“Can we do a twirl?” I asked.

“Sure,” he replied.

So I counted, one two three and he twirled me around, just as the song ended.

The crowded cheered once more.

“That was good,” I said once again as the band started placing a random song with a quick beat.

The three of us then danced however we wanted and I whipped out my dancing shoes. I did one of my routines that was patterned to the same beat and did some spins and some sharp swaying movements, as I locked my arms at the right times.

After doing some more pre-rehearsed moves, I felt James and Chris move back to give me space. And up until I finished, the band played their tune and I gave it all I got. Right when I ended, I heard James and Chris react to my dance.

“Wow,” James said, introducing me one last time for tonight, along with Chris. The band played a fade off song as I hugged James and greeted everyone a goodnight.

“That was soooo much fun!” I huffed to my manager as I got backstage to change.

“You were amazing,” my stylist said as she handed me the clothes I would change into. “Chris was whip-POWED!” she added, doing a small kick in the air, making me laugh.

“Yeah, that boy could not stop looking your way.” my manager agreed as I laughed them off and changed.

“He said he thought I was a good dancer. What’s the big deal? So do a lot of other people.” I spoke after I changed into an slightly large shirt and denim shorts. I moved to get my makeup fixed by my stylist, who proceeded to squeal, “Yeah but all those other people aren’t Chris Evans.”

My manger laughed, “If you’re brother was here, he’d lose it.”

I rolled my eyes at them, holding back a smile

Once I was done touching up, we got ready to head out. By the time I was out, I saw an also dressed down Chris, on his phone, leaned against a wall.

He looked up from his phone and gave me a smile, “Hi.”

“Hi,” I said, hearing the door behind me shut though I didn’t close it.

“You forgot your copy,” he said, giving me a few pictures of myself, and him and I in the photo booth James has all his guests go to during the start of his show.

“Oh, thank you,” I said, getting the things from him.

“You were great out there. Seeing you dance in person was way better than behind my screen.”

I felt my cheeks burn at that, “Uh, thank you. Thank you so much.”

“So, I, uh, was wondering if... you’d want to go out dancing sometime?“

I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back a laugh, “Isn’t that a line in Captain America?”

He chuckled and turned away, “Maybe, but I’d like to actually go on this dance this time around.”

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takingcourage · 5 years ago

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Additions: Part 4

Pairing: Jaime x MC

Word Count: 4,050

Summary: With an important breakthrough and their first holiday season as a family of five, things start looking up for the Lewis household.

November, 2027

I’ve got the details for Thanksgiving. Sending them to your email soon.

Arden dragged a thumb to unlock the screen and sent a quick response to Ellen’s message. After slipping her phone back into the purse at her feet, she attempted to get back to proofreading the document in front of her, but distractions thwarted her efforts.

She’d always been partial toward any day that brought communities together, and Thanksgiving certainly fit the bill. But this year, she was interested in one very specific group of people and not the whole of Northbridge.

Their little family had seen a handful of holidays in the past few months -- Jaime’s and Will’s birthdays, Labor Day, Halloween. Each had been thoroughly enjoyable in its own right, but Thanksgiving was taking things to a whole different level.

Lips curving softly with her anticipation, she reviewed her calendar, making a few adjustments to clear time for next week’s session. She saw her inbox increase in another tab and popped over to check the files from Ellen.

She was still skimming over the plans when the door opened at the other end of the waiting room. Alex walked toward her, trailed by a middle-aged man who raised a hand to her in greeting.

With a smile, she closed the laptop and rose to meet them both. After exchanging a few words with the therapist and scheduling a subsequent session, she and Alex quietly made their way down to their car.

Arden hated parallel parking, but it was a necessary evil in this part of the city. Giving all of her attention to the backup camera and the view out her window, it was easy to ignore the silent passenger at her side.

She stole a quick glance after merging into the flow of traffic.

Her son’s mouth was firmly shut, his gaze fixed on the progression of vehicles beside them.

Alex was never talkative coming out of these sessions. He wasn’t very talkative in general, but it seemed especially unfair for him to be so close-lipped on the heels of a session where she knew he’d spoken freely to someone else. Grateful as she was for the improvement they’d noticed in the past six weeks, an inkling of jealousy always rose during their drive home.

Often, her natural curiosity got the better of her. She’d ask a probing question in return for a few syllables, followed by total quiet for the rest of the afternoon. She wasn’t making that mistake today.

Bottling up her impulse to speak, she adjusted the radio and waited until they’d made it to their neighborhood to even attempt conversation. “I’m really proud of you, Alex.”

The boy muttered a thanks against his palm.

“Mr. Spencer said that he gave you an assignment for your next meeting. Can we talk about it?”

“I guess.”

“He said he wants you to write some things down?”

“Yeah.”

“What did he ask you to write about?”

“Stuff.”

Arden gnawed the inside of her cheek to hold her instincts in check. Carefully measuring her breath, she turned onto their street. These appointments allowed her to have a bit of time alone with her oldest son, but without his siblings around, getting him to open up was nearly impossible.

“Okay. How would you feel about starting on it now while I make some cookies?”

Framing her requests as suggestions rather than commands had been one of Dr. Spencer’s recommendations after their initial meeting. It was only a small change, but the results had been surprisingly fruitful.

“Sure.” He tried to keep his response noncommittal, though she thought she saw the shadow of a smile cross his lips as they drove into the garage.

By the time she’d cracked a pair of eggs into the powdered mix, Alex had already neatly penned through the first several lines in his notebook.

Relieved that he’d engaged in the work so quickly, Arden cued up a playlist on her phone and connected to the bluetooth speaker on the windowsill. The music served as not only a buffer from the silence that she knew was awkward for both of them, but it also helped to keep her mind from wandering to boy’s thoughts. Much as she wanted to know what was going on in the next room over, she hated the idea of taking shortcuts.

Five months. They’d been trying to navigate his barriers for the entire time he’d been living with them. Thankfully, he hadn’t run away again since the night he’d fled to the docks, and he’d been doing a much better job of regulating his emotions over the past month. He even had a decent attitude most of the time.

But he was still so distant.

It made sense, really. Even disregarding all other circumstances of his life, his siblings were naturally the ones who used to receiving attention. With his sister’s eagerness to please and his brother’s sociability, it was easy for Alex to fade into the background. She just didn’t want him to stay there.

“Arden?”

Bowl in hand, she popped her head through the archway to see a perplexed face staring back. “Yes?”

“I’m stuck on a word.”

Her brow creased as she took the seat across from him. “Can you tell me how you’re using it? Or explain what it means?”

Alex stared at the paper before him, twisting the mechanical pencil between his hands. After several moments of thinking, he produced, “It’s like when lots of things are happening all at once and you don’t know what to do.”

Pandemonium?

No, obviously it’s not that, she chided herself. No fifth grader goes searching for that word. “Chaos, maybe?”

“No, it’s how you feel.”

“Anxious? Frozen? Overwhelmed? Dis–”

“Overwhelmed!”

Arden felt the tingle of pride as his face lit in recognition. She might not be a perfect parent, but she fared pretty well as a human thesaurus.

“That’s it! How do you spell it?” He scribbled furiously while she rattled off letters at a moderate pace. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Let me know if I can help with anything else.” With a reassuring smile, she turned back to the kitchen and went back to stirring the thick dough.

When he called a second time, she’d just crawled into the bottom cabinet to find a cookie sheet.

“I’ve got another one!”

The pitch of his tone mirrored her intrigue. She could play find-the-word all afternoon if that was what he wanted to do. “Sure thing! I’ll be there in just a sec.”

Alex was looking up at her, pencil poised. This time, he was ready with a description as soon as she stood before him. “What’s the word for when somebody can’t stop doing something?”

“Umm…” She’d been stringing words together for a living for the past ten years, and she’d be darned if an eleven-year-old child stumped her over a definition. “Uncontrolled?”

“No, like they can’t stop drinking or doing pills or something.”

The ease with which he provided the correction halted her breath. “Like an addiction?” Her last word was tentative, everything in her hoping that her guess was wrong.

“Yeah.” He started spelling the word under his breath, jotting down the letters in quick succession.

Since he paid her no mind, she went back to lining the baking sheet, but this time her thoughts remained in the next room over. He was writing about his past. She knew he was. Temptation mounting, she increased the volume of her music to try to remove at least one of its sources.

“Can you help me again?”

Arden scraped down the sides of the bowl a bit too forcefully, nervous energy getting the better of her.

“I’ll be right there.”

This time, she risked sitting next to him. Strictly speaking, she wasn’t sitting, just resting a knee on the chair. She didn’t want her presence to come off as any kind of threat, but she didn’t want to squander this opportunity to strengthen his trust in her. Second guessing her decision, she almost missed his query.

“What’s the opposite of love?”

The simple question threw her off kilter, and her eyes narrowed as she considered his inquisitive face. “Hate?”

“Obviously. I know that. But like, what is it when someone doesn’t love somebody anymore?”

“You mean falling out of love?”

“No.” Maybe they did hate each other…

Tensing, Arden slid all the way into the chair beside her son. “Do you want to read me the rest of the sentence? Sometimes that helps.”

He shook his head mutely, tugging at the clip of his pencil.

“Alex, can you talk to me about what you’re writing for Dr. Spencer? Is it about something that happened to you?”

Slowly, he nodded.

Even if he wasn’t willing to talk about it, she didn’t want to lose the potential of the moment. She had to leave him with some assurance that whatever had happened in his past would never happen again. “Alex, you know that Jaime and I love you. I know that the adoption won’t be official for a while, but you’re part of our family. No matter what, we’re going to take care of you, okay?”

He leaned away as though he’d been struck. That’s what my real mom said too.

Arden’s throat tightened as she watched the tears gather in his eyes. Dropping his pencil, he tried to smack them away, but they flowed hot and fast.

Cookies forgotten, she scooted her chair close enough for him to feel that she was there. Although she didn’t risk touching him, leaving him alone in that state would have been impossible.

“You don’t have to answer this question if you don’t want to, but did he ask you to write about your parents?”

“Uh-huh,” he hiccuped through the onslaught of tears. “He wanted me to write about when I was home with them.”

Arden’s own eyes were streaming by the time he got the sentence out, and it was all she could do to keep from pulling him into her arms.

He’d never let his guard down with her -- never seemed this vulnerable before. Any snatches of weakness that she’d found had been the result of overhearing his thoughts, not because he’d actually allowed them to show on the outside.

A series of rising breaths came from deep in his chest, working up the power to say something. Suddenly, it all tumbled out, thoughts releasing as though they’d been pent up behind a dam. “She we’d be okay and that she’d come back. She promised she’d come back for us.” His words were barely discernible through the thick layer of tears. “But she hasn’t come back.”

Arden pressed her eyelids firmly shut to keep her head from splitting. We’ve talked about this. He knows she terminated her parental rights days after the kids entered the system. He knew when they came to live with us that this was going to be a permanent arrangement.

But that probably wasn’t what he needed to hear.

“Alex…” she started, but words utterly failed her. Taking the leap, she slid one arm around his shoulders. When there was no dissuading thought or action, she balanced on the edge of her chair drew him to her side. Though he remained almost completely still, it was enough. His head rested on her shoulder as his tears continued in a steady stream.

It was Jinx who eventually brought them back to reality, her cold, wet nose bumping against the elbow Arden had propped on the table.

What a mess! You both look terrible.

With a breathy laugh, Alex left Arden’s side and righted himself in the chair. “Hello, Jinx,” he greeted, stretching out a hand to pet her sloped back. Halfway down, he paused and turned toward Arden. “Is she supposed to be on the table?”

“Not at all. But maybe we’ll make an exception today,” she decided, watching with interest as the creature stepped closer to the boy instead of darting away. Selfish as her motivations often were, Jinx did have a genuine caring streak when she sensed others in distress.

The cat butted her head into his palm, purring loudly at his attentive petting. “Should we finish the cookies?” he asked, using his free hand to scrub the tears from his cheeks. “I think I’m finished writing for now.”

“That sounds like a great idea. You can help me with them if you wash your hands.”

Delivering a final pat to Jinx’s grizzled crown, he took his notebook and left the room.

Arden’s smile broke as she heard him turn the corner into the hall. What just happened?

Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to solve all of their problems. But at least it felt like a start.

Retrieving her phone from the nearby counter, she tapped out a message for Jaime: You’ll never believe what just happened with Alex. I can’t wait to tell you tonight over that bottle of wine we’ve been saving.

_____

December, 2027

“You can’t win Monopoly with just the railroads,” Alex whined, rifling through his stack of money in search of hundreds. Making his way to the end with a huff, he yanked out a set of papers.

Arden gladly received the four blue bills he extended across the table. “Then that just means there’s one less person for you to beat. I don’t see why you’re complaining if there’s no way I can win.”

Will’s short arm flung out in front of her, reaching for the dice. She nudged them closer, then watched his roll.

“Oh, man.” The words were barely recognizable around the yawn that divided them.

Sophia tapped a finger on the Luxury Tax square. “You need to move here.” At Jaime’s raised eyebrow, she withdrew the hand and slipped it under her thigh. “Sorry. You can do it yourself.”

Ribcage propped on the edge of the table, Will leaned over the board and moved his terrier across the requisite spaces in a series of hops. “I didn’t want to land on the ring again. Do we have to keep playing?”

Jaime took a long drink from his mug, exchanging glances with Arden from his end of the table. There’s a reason we went so long before getting a copy of this game.

Arden swiped a lock of hair away from her forehead, giving him opportunity to speak. One of them needed to take the high road, and it was beginning to look like he wouldn’t be the one to do it. “Will, are you sure? You’ve been looking forward to trying out all of the games you got for Christmas.”

“This one is boring,” he pronounced simply, rubbing his face across the forearm that was still stretched toward the game board.

“Is everyone else bored too?” Jaime queried. “I don’t want to cut it short if people are having fun, but it also doesn’t make sense for us to keep at it if everyone’s miserable.”

“I’m bored,” Sophia confirmed with a nod.

“It’s stupid. We should do something else.”

With the consensus from all three kids, it was easy to see that soldiering on would be pointless.

Jaime cocked his head to peep in at the stovetop clock. “Maybe it’s time for us to pick out a movie. It’s after 9:30. By the time we’ve made some popcorn and started watching something, we’ll be pretty close to midnight by time it’s over.”

Alex pulled in all of the money he could reach and filed it away in his banker box. “Can we watch one of my new Marvel ones?”

“Yeah!” Exhaustion overcome by excitement, Will tossed his stack of bills in the air.

“Hey, pick those up!”

Arden pushed in her chair and folded her arms over the back, rolling her eyes at the brothers’ innocent shenanigans. “You up for superheroes, Sophia?”

The thoughtful hazel eyes rose to meet hers. “Yeah.” They darted back to the cell phone in her hands, but her thoughts suggested her mind still hadn’t moved on yet. That one actor is pretty cute. Maybe he’ll take his shirt off…

Turning over her shoulder to hide the smirk that was cracking her lips, Arden checked Jaime’s progress in the kitchen.

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By the time the film had drawn to a close, Arden was comfortable enough on the couch to rethink their plans for ringing in the new year. Casting a look across the room, she found Alex and Sophia still very much awake, attention divided between their phones and the television in front of them. Jaime offered her the remaining popcorn from their shared bowl, but she declined.

Once the screen had faded to black, Arden carefully moved the bony shin that had been digging into her calf for the better part of the last hour. Unfazed, Will remained asleep on the other end of the couch. As the credits rolled, she made her way to the kitchen to find the pots and pans that she’d already slated for the task ahead.

11:54

Jaime was gently nudging Will’s shoulder when she returned with their noisemakers.

“Coats on, everybody,” she admonished, passing a pot and wooden spoon to each child.

Still jumbled from sleep, Will gave her an uncertain frown. With a yawn, he took the objects from her hands.

“Why are we doing this again?” Alex lifted his saucepan and wooden spoon to reinforce his skepticism. His coat dangled from the one sleeve that had made it over his arm.

“It’s a tradition.” Jaime’s staunch answer was punctuated by a vigorous shake of his own spoon. "It’s also a lot of fun.”

“Next year, we should have fireworks!” Will suggested a little too loudly.

Arden inclined a brow, thanking her better sense for keeping her youngest to such a rigid bedtime schedule. Tired Will was proving to have even fewer inhibitions than his rested counterpart. “We can talk about that later. For now, we need to get outside!”

The five of them huddled together on the front porch, several sets of teeth chattering as Jaime counted down the seconds before midnight.

“Happy New Year!” they rang out in rambling chorus before drowning out the well wishes with their noisemakers. Sophia’s eyes widened in surprise at the flurry of sound they produced. With the lack of sleep, Will’s easy smile was even more exaggerated than usual. Even Alex renounced his former inhibitions, delivering an occasional smack to Will’s pan instead of his own.

I love you, Arden.

On hearing Jaime’s thought, she paused beating her spoon and rose up to meet her husband’s full lips. His kiss was gentle and slow, rich in the celebration of a year well spent. Feeling his smile before he pulled away, she couldn’t help matching it with one of her own.

In spite of everything they’d told the kids about the glories of board games and banging on pots and pans, midnight kisses were actually her favorite part of the yearly celebration. If there was a better way to start each revolution around the sun, she had yet to discover it.

“This is really loud,” Sophia complained, tapping her spoon daintily against the rim of her pot. “I should have worn earplugs.”

“Next year,” Jaime suggested, and she smiled in return. He checked his watch. “It’s almost 12:02. Time to wind things down!”

Will fumbled over his spoon, but Sophia swooped down to catch it before it could roll into the bushes. Blinking rapidly, the boy held out a hand to take the object back. Sophia surrendered it, but kept a cautious eye on her younger sibling.

“And that’s our cue to go inside and get ready for bed,” Jaime announced, propping open the door so that he could follow the rest of the family into the house.

While the kids brushed their teeth, Jaime collected pans and returned them to their proper shelves in the kitchen. Arden trailed him aimlessly, leaning against the doorjamb with a yawn.

“Let’s get you to bed, Ms. Sleepy.”

“That’s Mrs. Sleepy,” she insisted as she fought to keep her mouth closed.

“I think we’re a whole family of sleepies right now.” With a low chuckle, he took her arm. “C’mon, let’s go say goodnight so we can all get to bed.”

_____

Arden stood before the mirror with watery eyes, yawn building as she watched Jaime strip down to his boxers. He tossed his dirty clothes into the hamper, sending her a curious look through the glass.

“Do you remember that year when you were sick and we couldn’t celebrate New Year’s together?”

“Uh-huh,” he answered, putting away his toothbrush. “And after you pulled the surgical-mask thing when I had the flu, I don’t really blame our parents for keeping us on opposite sides of the fence.”

“True.” She paused for a yawn, leaning close to the glass to examine her bloodshot eyes. “I tried to be extra loud so you could hear me all the way from my porch.”

“For the record, I was so doped up on cold medicine that I slept through the whole thing.”

“Well, I’m still sorry I did it. There you were, trying to sleep, and I was clanging like a drawer full of silverware.”

“You need some rest, babe.”

“I know, I know.” She took the pack of floss he slid toward her and cut a length. “That simile didn’t even make sense.”

He crossed behind her to throw his own floss in the trash can. As he passed, he kissed her shoulder through the flannel of her pajamas. “It’s bedtime,” he pronounced simply.

“It’s barely midnight and I’m completely useless. I feel like an old lady.”

“I guess we’ll just have to be old, tired people together, because I’m exhausted too.”

“Then let’s get you to bed, Mr. Sleepy.” There was a weary lilt to her voice as she wound the floss between two fingers.

“I’m just waiting for you,” he assured.

Arden finished flossing and made a show of prepping her toothbrush. “I know the kids were grilling each other about their resolutions for the year, but I never asked if you had one.”

While he considered his answer, she set about brushing, her weary hand slipping into the accustomed motion with ease. At her insistent face, he finally spoke.

“Nah, not this year. Unless helping Alex keep his is a resolution.”

She spat her toothpaste into the sink. “You mean what he said about doing better in school? That wasn’t his real resolution.” Catching his frown in the mirror, she clarified, “What he really wants is to stay in one place for the whole year.”

“I hate it that he’s still thinking like that.”

“I know, but I get it.” She ambled to the bed and tossed the covers back. “Maybe things will start to change once the adoption is official.”

“Either way, he’s not going anywhere.”

“Absolutely not.”

“He’s stuck with us forever.” Jaime flicked the overhead light and joined her, careful to keep his icy toes as far on his side as possible.

Arden burrowed closer anyway, eager to share what warmth he did possess. He scooted over to free some space on his pillow, which she eagerly claimed.

“What about you, my love? Any resolutions of your own?”

Eyes closing in consideration, she giggled at the first thought that came to mind. “I should probably stop drinking so much coffee...”

“We both know that’s never going to happen.”

“Yeah... Other than that, I don’t know that anything needs to change, really. I’m pretty happy with everything the way it is.”

“I am too. G’night, Arden.”

She tugged his arm around her stomach, her fingers curling over the hinge of his wrist to keep him in place. “G’night.” Breathing deeply of his woodsy scent, her mind ceased its drifting, settling finally on thoughts of the man beside her.

“Jaime?” She felt him jolt as she broke the silence.

“Huh?” he asked with a croaky voice.

“Changed my mind. We need more dates this year.”

“Can we talk about it in the morning?”

“Uh-huh. G’night again. Can’t wait to spend another year with you.”

The arm tightened at her waist, and she finally allowed herself to surrender to sleep.

#playchoices #playchoices fanfiction #wishful thinking #jaime lewis #jaime x mc

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catsaar · 6 years ago

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GET TO KNOW ME

TAGGED BY @magnasimblr (thank you! I think haha)

Traits: Cat Lover, Creative, Non-Committal

1. What is your full name? Sara 2. What is your nickname? Don’t really have a nickname, well people tend to use my last name for that but not going to spill that here 3. Birthday? June 21 4. What is your favorite book series? Game of Thrones 5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Aliens yes, ghosts nah. 6. Who is your favorite author? Jack Kerouac 7. What is your favorite radio station? Radio? Radio? What? Gimme Spotify 8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? Salty things 9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? Cool 10. What is your current favorite song? Sometimes I have no music periods for a short while, currently going through one of them 11. What is your favorite word? Bishdafaken, courtesy of @lordkiribatisims and yaaassss 12. What was the last song you listened to? 6Lack - Switch 13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? Bojack Horseman, Fargo, How to make a murderer, Love, Idunno I watch a lot of different things 14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind 15. Do you play video games? yaaaassss 16. What is your biggest fear? my place being burned down with my cats in it 17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? I’m an empath 18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? I can be lazy 19. Do you like cats or dogs better? obvi cats, but I like doggos too 20. What is your favorite season? Summer 21. Are you in a relationship? to quote @magnasimblr *runs away* 22. What is something you miss from your childhood? having no responsibilities 23. Who is your best friend? Matthias 24. What is your eye color? Blue/grey 25. What is your hair color? Pink 26. Who is someone you love? my cats Lowie, Lucky and Arya, my mom and stepdad and my best friends 27. Who is someone you trust? my mom, my best friends 28. Who is someone you think about often? my cats, yeah I’m that crazy cat lady 29. Are you currently excited about/for something? not easily excitable anymore, I guess seeing the end of my depression 30. What is your biggest obsession? my cats I guess, seeing as they keep returning in my answers 31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? Buffy 32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? my bff Matthias 33. Are you superstitious? Nope 34. Do you have any unusual phobias? being in large crowds. 35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? def behind 36. What is your favorite hobby? my cats (duh), traveling, the sims 37. What was the last book you read? don’t remember, it’s been a while 38. What was the last movie you watched? I think that was Doctor Strange, it’s been a long time, been more into series 39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? unfortunately none 40. What is your favorite animal? do I still have to say? CATS 41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? so many, but I guess, @budgie2budgie @whiisker @a-kind-red @mellocakes @simmerberlin Don’t be offended if I didn’t name you you’re prolly in my top 10 42. What superpower do you wish you had? flying 43. When and where do you feel most at peace? at home, in my trusted couch 44. What makes you smile? my friends, my cats, reddit discord bs, the sims, animal gifs 45. What sports do you play, if any? none at the moment. 46. What is your favorite drink? Orange juice 47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? this summer 48. Are you afraid of heights? no I managed to overcome that 49. What is your biggest pet peeve? people smacking while eating 50. Have you ever been to a concert? oh boy have I 51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? vegetarian 52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? I never figured it out 53. What fictional world would you like to live in? San Myshuno with Calum and Pandora 54. What is something you worry about? The future and climate change 55. Are you scared of the dark? Nope 56. Do you like to sing? yes but you don’t want me too 57. Have you ever skipped school? once 58. What is your favorite place on the planet? hmmmm hard one, San Francisco I think 59. Where would you like to live? where I live iz good 60. Do you have any pets? I think that’s pretty clear by now 61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? night owl fo sho 62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? sunsets 63. Do you know how to drive? even tho I have my license, I haven’t driven in 12 years so I don’t think I can anymore, also I hate it 64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? earbuds 65. Have you ever had braces? Yes 66. What is your favorite genre of music? I’ve gone through so many styles and I still like em all but atm feeling hiphop. 67. Who is your hero? Hunter S Thompson 68. Do you read comic books? not anymore 69. What makes you the most angry? inhumanity 70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? real books for the win 71. What is your favorite subject in school? psychology 72. Do you have any siblings? I have an adopted sister. 73. What was the last thing you bought? food 74. How tall are you? 177 cm 75. Can you cook? Yesss 76. What are three things that you love? lol you gonna make me repeat it, my cats! And since I have 3 that will do for this answer 77. What are three things that you hate? ignorance, sexism, racism 78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? more male friends, one of the homies 79. What is your sexual orientation? straight, altho probs bordering to asexual 80. Where do you currently live? Belgium 81. Who was the last person you texted? my friend Chloé 82. When was the last time you cried? last Thursday 83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? Safiya Nygaard atm 84. Do you like to take selfies? no thanks 85. What is your favorite app? Spotify and Tumblr 86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? love my mom and stepdad, my bio dad is a big nope 87. What is your favorite foreign accent? a Frenchman speaking English 88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? Australia 89. What is your favorite number? 4 90. Can you juggle? no 91. Are you religious? o no 92. Do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? outer space! 93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? definitely but not atm due to my depression 94. Are you allergic to anything? only to a certain lip balm that sets my lips on fire 95. Can you curl your tongue? yes 96. Can you wiggle your ears? no 97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? if I’m wrong, I’m wrong 98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? beach 99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? believe in yourself 100. Are you a good liar? yes but only white lies 101. What is your Hogwarts House? I’m going to offend someone but I never got into Harry Potter sorry 102. Do you talk to yourself? best convo ever. 103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? normally an extrovert, ENFJ 104. Do you keep a journal/diary? nah 105. Do you believe in second chances? yes, but strike three and you’re out 106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? I have before and left it at the front desk of the place I was at 107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? yes and no 108. Are you ticklish? no emotions 109. Have you ever been on a plane? yes, I lost count 110. Do you have any piercings? no, the ones in my ears grew close a long time ago 111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Bojack Horseman 112. Do you have any tattoos? yes, 4 113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? just go with the flow and do 114. Do you believe in karma? hmmm undecided 115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? glasses, but only when I need to see far 116. Do you want children? o no no no 117. Who is the smartest person you know? Idunno, I think most of my friends are pretty smart 118. What is your most embarrassing memory? let’s not go there 119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? too many times 120. What color are most of you clothes? black 121. Do you like adventures? yes altho I have calmed down quite a bit 122. Have you ever been on TV? yeah 123. How old are you? 35 looking like 27 and never growing up 124. What is your favorite quote? "the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!” - Jack Kerouac 125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? savory

I tag @artemisa02 @mangostefan @lovearound5am @simsontherope @toffeetip @lordkiribatisims (if you’ve already done this I’m sorry I’ve seen so many pass by I don’t remember) Also don’t feel like you have to cus it’s a lot.

#tag game #simself #catsaar

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biolizardboils · 7 years ago

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so i have a ton of headcanons saved and im never gonna find time to write fics about them at this rate sooooo

my boi George

is almost never satisfied with how actual barbers cut his hair and usually asks Harold to “correct” it when he gets home

made it into the school’s gifted program once and quit less than a day later

loves Jurassic Park but can’t get past the T-Rex scene unless he’s watching with someone else

my boi Harold

used to stutter a lot and got speech therapy for it (not at the school tho lol), but it still happens when hes really nervous

asked for Spyro the Dragon for his 8th birthday but his mom accidentally bought a Boomer the Purple Dragon edutainment game instead

this is actual footage of the one time he got mad at George

Krupp and Cappy

Captain Underpants has a ton of other superhero monikers, including Man of Cotton and Last Son of Underpantyworld

Krupp’s toupee is a Highly Cursed object, if it got thrown into a crowd of kids they’d all run away screaming. It’s basically the Cheese Touch

Krupp knows he’s been blacking out often, but hasn’t seen a doctor cus he’s scared of being seen as “unfit” to run a school

Other

the whole series takes place in 1997, i dont care about all the modern tech shown in the later books, these boys are 90′s kids fight me Dav

the boys met in kindergarten in 1994 and they celebrated Kipper’s change of heart by seeing The Lion King in theaters

Tommy has glow in the dark star stickers on the walls of his locker

all the kids at Jerome Horwitz suffered withdrawal after the Rid-O-Kid wore off. Yesterday!George and Harold were hit with it first. Their parents noticed, did some research, and instantly regretted what they’d said at the dinner table earlier

when Melvin got hit, he realized for the first time that maybe - juuust maybe - his teachers didn’t have the best in mind for him

All of the Li’l Wiseguy Novelty Co.’s toys worked way better than they should. Their Pet Rocks moved when nobody was looking, and their Magic 8-Balls were never wrong

Reporters and camera crews flocked into Walla Walla, Washington to cover the Company’s shutdown. Most of them went home with missing pages in their notebooks, static in their camcorders, and no memory of why they’d gone to Walla Walla in the first place

#captain underpants: the first epic movie #headcanons #me talking #long #be free my children...be free #the captain #mr. krupp #tommy #melvin #george beard #george #harold hutchins #harold #captain underpants #cu

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iamvegorott · 7 years ago

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One Night Of Your Life

I got a request/suggestion to do a prequel-like story by an AO3 user called Dawnieangel76 of the night everything changed between Anti and Dark and thus sparked this idea. The second half should be posted within a day or so.

Summary: Before getting together, adopting Annalise and then getting married, Anti and Dark hated each other for reasons they never knew. It took one night to change everything in their lives.

The Night

This was it. He was going to do it. He was going to break through. He was going to be free.

Anti has been pushing and pushing for months to get out of Jack. He’s even been affecting his recordings and Jack had simply said it was all Robin’s doing. Jack hated lying. But how could you explain something like that to millions of people?

“We’ll give him a big ol’ smile.” Jack chuckled as he carved, trying his best to ignore the pressure building in the back of his head. Anti hummed a little to himself. Maybe he’ll put on a show. It’ll make Jack’s life a little easier to roll with it if he made it something else. He was already trying to build up something with him. Poor Jack, he thought he could just hide Anti until he went away. Not Anymore.

Anti raised a hand, Jack’s hand. The knife almost blinding to look at because of all of the lights that it was reflecting. Anti chuckled when he heard Jack pleading as the knife touched his throat.

“You’ll live...maybe,” Anti whispered inside of Jack’s head before slowly slicing the knife across the skin, feeling the blood ooze out as he went. When Jack collapsed, Anti took over.

He glitched and cursed and yelled into the camera, claiming that he was ignored and that it was all the fans’ fault. Anti was having fun with this act. This would get Jack plenty of views and he would have his own audience if he ever chose to come back. But where was the fun in that?

“Goodbye, Jack,” Anti stated before tearing himself away from the man. He stood behind a now unconscious Jack. He did it. He had his own body! Anti grabbed Jack by his hair and lifted his head up, seeing that the wound was no longer there. “You did it, you survived.” Anti chuckled before letting the head go, laughing a little when it plopped against the pumpkin. Anti looked at himself in the camera and saw the blood pooling at his neck. “I need to get cleaned up. Hope you don’t mind if I borrow some clothes.”

x~x~x

“I simply don’t believe that will work, Wilford. If-”

“‘Sup bitches!?” Anti yelled as he kicked open the glass door to the Iplier meeting room.

“What happened to your neck?” Bim asked.

“And why are you here?” Dark asked in a growl.

“I thought Jack’s body was unable to enter here, you shut him out,” Google said to Dark.

“I’m my own man now!” Anti laughed. “God it feels great to be free!”

“You killed him?” Wilford asked, sounding offended. “Without me?”

“He lived. He’s just gonna have some fucked up recording for his next video.” Anti sat down at the edge of the table, spinning around so he was facing Dark.

“We’re in the middle of a meeting, Antisepticeye.” Dark huffed, glaring daggers at Anti.

“Why you gotta keep doing that ‘Antisepticeye’ bullshit? My name’s Anti. You don’t see me walking around and calling you Darkiplier.” Anti huffed back.

“Do you really believe that I honestly give any concerns about what you think? Get out of here, right now.” Dark didn’t flinch when Anti glitched and was suddenly sitting in front of him.

“I’m a lot tougher than you think, Darky.” Anti grinned.

“Do not call me that.” Dark stood so he could tower over Anti. “I will give you one last warning, get out, or face the consequences.”

“Oh, I’m so scared of the edge-lord.” Anti shook his hands in the air. “Whatever shall I do? The VHS cu-”

“Out!” Dark’s voice doubled as he shoved Anti away, making the virus roll.

“Make me!” Anti’s own voice distorted and he launched himself at Dark, making the man fall down into his chair. The chair tipped over and both men fell over, landing with Anti straddling Dark. Anti was about to punch Dark when a loud gunshot went off and there was a hole in the wall above his head.

“Up. Now.” Wilford stated, his gun still out. Anti just glared as he got off of Dark, stepping away from the demon.

“You’re a piece of shit.” Anti spat.

“The same could be said of you.” Dark spat back as he got back up. The two glared at each other for a good while before Anti glitched away.

Anti landed in the middle of the Septiceye house, body burning with anger. He grabbed the closest thing to him which was, sadly for Chase, the game controller and he chucked it against the wall, shattering it.

“Hey, man! The hell!?” Chase shouted.

“Who does that self-centered, pompous, assoholic, fucking ass, think he is!?” Anti screamed, pacing back and forth.

“Let me guess, Dark?” Chase sighed, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

“I broke free, Chase! I have my own body now!” Anti announced.

“Wait you-”

“And I decided to let the Ipliers know and what does that fucking prick do? ‘We’re in the middle of a meeting, Antisepticeye’.” Anti used a mocking tone in an attempt to mimic Dark. “No one called me that and there he goes, acting like he’s better than everyone!”

“You broke free!?” Chase shouted over Anti’s ranting.

“Yes!” Anti huffed.

“You have your own body and you’re currently only focused on Dark right now?” Chase tucked his hands into his pockets and started to walk away. “You two need to fuck already.”

“I’m not going to fuck that know-it-all bitch!” Anti yelled again when Chase only hummed a response and left him. “Fucking, asshole,” Anti muttered under his breath, going back to his pacing. “Although, Dark’s not that bad looking.” Anti quickly shook his head after his chuckle. “No. He’s an ass. He’s a pain in the ass. He’s got a great ass. Fuck!” The virus plopped down on the couch, covering his face with his hands. “I hate him. I hate him and his stupid, fucking face.” Anti groaned. He lowered his hands and felt it touch something. “Marvin.” Anti sighed when he saw that it was a book on magic tricks.

“Antisepticeye.” Hearing his name brought Anti back to his rage. Anti took the book and threw it towards Dark, sad to see that the demon easily caught it and glanced at the cover.

“Marvin?” Dark asked with a raised brow.

“What that fuck are you doing here!?” Anti snapped, getting to his feet and ready to attack.

“I can here to discuss what happened today,” Dark stated, standing with his arms held behind his back.

“I wanted to rip your face off and I still do.” Anti threatened, taking several steps towards Dark.

“Not that. Given the fact that you’d be unable to.” Dark added with a smug smirk. “I wish to discuss that you detached yourself from Jack.” He said before Anti could start yelling.

“Yeah. I did. What’s it to you?” Anti huffed.

“Host wishes to talk with you more thoroughly about that and since I’m the leader, it was my duty to come over and request your presence at the Iplier house,” Dark said, holding the magic book out.

“Yeah, how about you fuck off?” Anti snatched the book back and started walking away. He stopped and growled when Dark appeared in front of him in a puff of black smoke.

“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear.” Dark grabbed Anti’s wrist. “You are coming with me whether you want to or not.” Anti yanked his arm back and shoved Dark away.

“Marvin! Come get your fucking book!” Anti shouted. Dark took Anti by the shoulder and turned him around.

“Would you quit acting like a child!?” Dark snapped.

“Would you quit acting like a dick!?” Anti snapped back.

“Aren’t you just the most creative with your insults!?” Dark huffed.

“Fuck off!” Anti shoved Dark’s chest.

“You!” Dark shoved back.

“I thought you had to be creative with your insults!?” Anti stepped towards Dark.

“Sometimes I have to lower my intelligence to match your level!” Dark took a step as well.

“No one can reach your level ‘cause you’re too far up your own ass!” Anti took another step.

“Fuck you!” Dark and Anti were only inches away from each other.

“Fuck you!” The moment Anti got those words out, both men grabbed at each other. Anti gripped at Dark’s hair and Dark dug his hands into Anti’s hips while they slammed their lips together.

“Sorry, I was tied up, is my book…” Marvin held out the word when he saw the scene in the living room. The word became louder when Dark’s hands slipped under Anti’s shirt. Marvin quickly ran back into his room, still holding out the word.

“Alright, if that’s how it is.” Anti jumped up, wrapping his legs around Dark’s waist and grinned when the demon caught him by the thighs. “My bedroom is right behind you,” Anti whispered into Dark’s ear.

“Good.” Dark growled with a smirk and carried Anti into the room, shutting the door behind him. Anti let out a low laugh when Dark tossed him into his bed. The virus slipped off his shirt before crawling along the bed, seeing that Dark had already removed his jacket and was unbuttoning his shirt. Dark had one arm out of the sleeve when he paused and looked at Anti, who was turning the volume up on the radio.

“Can’t have the others hear,” Anti said, making his way so he was kneeling on the bed in front of Dark. “They don’t like hearing my name being screamed.”

“Well then.” Dark put a hand on Anti’s chest and pushed him over. “Let’s give them something different to listen to.” Anti let out a laugh as he watched Dark made his way on top of him, settling between his legs.

“You come around when you find me faceless.” Dark rolled his eyes when Anti sang along with the song. “Fuck me like you hate me!” Dark let out a soft groan when Anti rolled his hips up. Dark quickly retaliated and started gnawing at Anti’s neck. “Dig it up and whore me out-ah!” Anti was unable to sing anymore after that line, his voice breaking out into moans and Dark worked him over. Beginning a night that would change the rest of their lives.

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years ago

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Sonamy boom how sonic found out that he liked amy or vice versa

(x) Preview image made by Fennec! Please support her! (I love how self-aware Sonic is in this comic where he looks at his heart he just made and is like ‘crap’ lol XD)

Prompt:

“Sonic! A word with the bird?” Soar quickly had charmed his way into stopping Sonic’s morning run, who rolled his eyes and folded his arms; groaning.

“Mr. Hedgehog, rumors have flown up to my part of the sky and stated that you’ve been running since before the dawn of time! What do you have to say?” He almost jabbed Sonic with the mic, and he had to lunge down to dodge it.

“Hey!” He glared.

“Well said.” Soar pulled the mic back, and then turned to the camera, “Now, for the juicy gossip.” he bounced his eyebrows, as Sonic looked confused.

“W-wait a minute, I thought you just talked about rumors? Why are we going into-OFFPH!”

“Zip it, I haven’t questioned you with intimidating camera lights yet.” Soar shoved his mouth shut before then putting an arm around him and in a flashy manner, raising his head up.

“Ladies and Gentlefolks watching, it’s time for Dropping an Ease!”

Suddenly, Sonic was whisked into a chair, “Hey!” and immediately strapped down from his arms, legs, and braced to the chair.

The chair then squeakily was adjusted to move up with some pump-mechanics and a strobe light flared down on him.

“Wrong light!” someone called, and the light that was blinding Sonic suddenly changed to an interrogation light.

“Better! Roll with it!” the same voice cued and then a hand whipped to a point for Soar to come back on.

He swerved in, happy as ever, before starting up his question again, pulling out a card. “Oh, there’s the lights! Haha! Now then, Sonic…”

“I-I-I don’t think I signed up for this.” Sonic fidgetted.

“Who is…” the man narrowed his eyes, leaning closer to the chair.

“No…no… no!” Sonic kept swishing his head around, before Soar slammed a hand down on its side, stopping Sonic from struggling.

“You’re… Crush!”

“I don’t have one!” Sonic shouted out.

“Don’t lie to me! Lie to them!” Soar then pulled him out of the chair when the locks came automatically off and pulled him up to the camera.

“Honestly! I’m way too cool to have a crush!” Sonic’s face was partly smashed into the camera, as Soar pulled him away, giving him a funny look.

“Really? That’s so… Boring.” he flung Sonic over his shoulder, a humorously blank expression on his face, and Soar looking disappointed.

“Well, that was lame. Sorry, folks! But I guess that means his heart is still up for grabs! Any takers?”

The twins at home squee’d and tapped their feet on the ground.

Dave rolled his eyes, apparently having peeked into his mom’s room to see what she was watching.

Amy.. held her blanket closer to her side, and looked down.

The next day, Sonic was recounting the odd experience, but Amy seemed a bit bitter and was countering everything with sarcasm and ridicule.

“Woah! I’m sorry, but… when did this turn into pick-on-Sonic day!?”

“Last Thursday, but I forgot.” Amy glared back.

“Woah, you two need to chill out.” Tails put up his hands and stepped in-between their odd bickering, before then looking to Sonic with an arrogant glee in his eyes, “I mean. Pfft. We can’t all have love interests.” he gloated, clearly having a crush already.

Sonic groaned again and stomped off.

Once he was gone, shaking his head and growling in anger, she softened up and gripped her heart.

“How can someone NOT have a love interest?!” Amy complained at her group meeting, as the other members looked to each other, and awkwardly back at her. “I mean.. when you spend enough time with a totally cute girl you tend to fall for her, right!? Am I missing something? Could it be her hair? Her cooking? When you literally go out and see a guy-flick WHILE complimenting his manly musk- how can you not get brownie points for that? HOW CAN HE NOT HAVE A CRUSH!?!?”

The rest of the members saw her outburst, and out of fear, nodded and scooted back, all trying to reassure her standpoint or agree in some way to her while they muttered in fright.

Walking home, Sonic dashed right by her, and she mumbled something under her breath about him being a ‘fly-by’ kinda guy, before he came back, seeing her with a smile.

“Oh, hey, Amy, how are ya? Alone? Tonight? Dark night? So am I! haha..?” He suddenly chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

“Yeah. Real chilly.” she hunched forward, sighing. “Sonic… can I ask you something.. personal?”

“Personal? Why Personal? Why do we need to be personal?” he fidgetted, rubbing his arm and looking away, trying to keep up his smile. “Ehem, but on the off chance it’s something cool, what did you have in mind?”

She sighed again, “What.. do we have in common?”

That stopped him real quick, as he looked up to the stars. “W-well..”

“I mean, we both love fighting robots… I guess.” she tilted her head, “And you like to eat and I like making things to eat, so we get along there too..” she gestured a hand out. “I just can’t seem to remember anymore…” she lightly scuffed her hand against a piece of wild wheat, letting the little particles fall where they may as she then dusted her hand off.

Sonic began to reminisce, it was a night like this one too… when he found out…

Amy acting silly and over-the-top, ranting on about the movie they just saw.

“I can’t wait to someday take down a whole evil army!”

“Yeah!” Sonic jumped up, “And I can save a princess!”

“Pfft, please.” she flapped her hand out, “I’m the one saving lazy princesses! You and go and uh… slay a dragon or… something.” she happily balanced on a pole before Sonic spoke up again.

“Hey,… I could save anyone I wanted too! That’s it! A dragon princess!”

“Lame.” Amy did a unique flip, which caught Sonic’s attention. “Woah…” he stared, “Hey, that’s actually kinda cool. And I should know, I’m the epitome of cool~” he flashed his best ‘cool-guy’ finger guns and smile.

She stared a moment before her red cheeks turned away and giggled, sitting down on the horizontal pole. “I guess I just like to be athletic.”

“And that’s totally cool!” Sonic jumped and grabbed the pole, lifting himself up by his arms, showing off. “Hey, Amy. Me and Tails were thinking… you.. you could be pretty cool if you were a hero, ya know.”

She gave him an odd look, “What do you mean? Could?” she teased, lifting her head before ducking it and seeming to blush again, but he didn’t notice, looking up at the night sky.

“I mean.. the first time I met you, you stormed through our door and demanded to be apart of our gang, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, you made it! You took down Eggman’s robots and even out swung Knuckles! It could be fun, you know? Even if you are a girl…” he looked away, growing strangely shy.

He didn’t seem to mean coming off any particular way, but Amy puffed up her childish cheeks and went to get him.

“And what is that suppose to- ah..aHHH!!!” she lost her balance! Falling fast before Sonic impulsively moved and grabbed her hand.

“Hang on!”

He tried to pull her up, as she watched with amazed eyes before their fingers slipped.

“Amy!”

“Sooooniicc!”

He dashed down in a quick spin-ball like way, ratcheting off of trees and a building nearby to then grab her in his arms.

“Got’cha!”

The two stared in wide-eyed enchantment at one another…

Sonic’s heart was racing, but he figured it was from all the excitement of the daring rescue.

He had never been this close to a girl before…

Amy stumbled out of his arms, growing increasingly more embarrassed. “T-there! You saved a girl! Way to go!” she seemed to aggressively speak the words out, but Sonic took it literally.

As she adjusted her dress and patted her flaming cheeks, he looked at his hands, and then smiled gleefully up at her.

“I did!”

She turned around.

“I totally just saved your life! Ha! You must think I’m the coolest dude around now!”

She couldn’t help it. She turned with a gentle smile, “You were cool without the heroics… Sonic.”

He paused a moment, watching her expression and feeling something stir once again to be closer to her again.

She batted her eyes away, a cute touch, before closing her eyes and tilting her head in a way that made her hair sway with the gesture.

“I always thought of you as my hero.”

Then, something odd and strange happened to him.

He pouted, feeling embarrassed as his face brightened and he angrily wagged his arms about.

“BUT THAT’S NOT FAIR!” he hollered, “I’m supposed to be cooler than that!”

What he never admitted, was that the heat that seemed to come from anger… was from being so touched by such a strong, graceful girl considering him her hero before he officially saved her.

Sonic shook his head from this thoughts, “I always thought we had saving people in common.” he smiled gently, not expecting her to catch on to his inside-reference.

“Hehe, yeah… We’ve always loved saving the world.” She smiled then, turning back to him.

She put her hands behind her back, “You know, we’ve saved it so many times!”

“It’s been fun.” his voice lowered, his eyes lingering on her younger self, the image in his mind.. the feeling of holding her again..

“Yeah, well… I guess it never gets old, huh?” she turned to look back at the stars, not even noticing him staring sweetly to her.

He tilted his head, “No.” he tenderly closed his eyes and looked down. “I guess not.”

He forgot the world for a second…

He’d rather save her again…

If ever she got into trouble again, she was too careful these days…

Too good at saving others and herself.

She suddenly saw something and went over to get it, before tripping and Sonic opening his eyes, almost too late to notice.

Could it be..?

His heart raced, he wondered if fate had heard him before Amy caught herself and balanced her landing with a beautiful roll and poise.

“Ta-dah! haha! No girls’ complete unless she can catch herself, huh Sonic?” she cheekily smiled behind to him, grinning wildly and hoping to make him feel impressed.

However… from his point-of-view… it was cruel. Oh so mockingly cutely..

His hand was still inches from reaching out for her…

He withdrew it back and folded his arms, turning grumpy.

“Yeah,.. swell.” he pouted. “Call me old fashion… but I liked it when heroes saved princesses…” he muttered out.

Amy blushed and looked away. “Y-yeah… I guess that’s just you.”

He frowned harder.

“But…” she giggled and kicked the ground, “Nowadays… girls need a new kind of hero..” she skipped on, and in curiosity, Sonic followed after her.

“Like what?” Sonic stated, rounding to her side. “What kind of hero do girls want?”

“Not want.” Amy stated, winking at him and turning, “Need.”

He pursued, “Y-yeah, but you didn’t answer me!”

“So persistent~ Why are you trying to find out what girls need in a man, Sonic?”

“You said hero.”

“Fine. I’ll tell you.” she put her hands on her hips and spun around. “Girls need a hero who saves them from the things that aren’t attacking them on the outside.”

He paused, not understanding.

“…A princess…” she touched her heart, looking suddenly sorrowful as she peered down at it. “Needs someone who will save her tears…”

She walked on, and Sonic found himself falling in love all over again…

Sonic then deeply believed that it was an inexcusable sin to make girls cry.

“Oh no...” he shuttered. “I think I did lie.. But not to them.” she was already out of earshot.

“...But to her.”

He didn’t want to save princesses.

He wanted to save the one girl that saw him as a hero... before he ever was one.

#sonamy #sonamy boom #sonic boom #boom!sonamy #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonicxamy #amy rose #boom!Sonic #boom!amy #cutegirlmayra #sonamy prompt #boom sonamy prompt #boom prompt #sonic boom prompt #sonic prompt

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bevioletskies · 7 years ago

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20 questions [3/20]

characters: peter/gamora, guardians-centric

fandom: avengers academy/marvel cinematic universe

summary: wasp has a new competition in store for the students of avengers academy, and there’s money involved. so obviously, peter and gamora have to pretend to be a couple in order to win. wait, what?

chapter preview: gamora worries about thanos, peter and gamora have a moment, and the sovereign have returned to be terrible and annoying (again).

word count: 4121 | total word count: 118k

a/n: warning for canon-typical violence and vague descriptions of injuries near the end - attempting space battles with regular quinjets ain’t easy, yo.

ao3 | previously | next | masterpost

“Nomination forms? Nomination forms! Right over here!” Pepper was hovering over the crowd in her repulsor boots, hollering down to anyone who bothered to listen. It was Friday afternoon, and everyone was spread out across the lawn, lazily soaking in the sun and enjoying the good weather. Pepper, however, was determined to help Janet get her project to work.

Gamora’s eyes scanned the area for her friends, nervously adjusting her guitar strap on her shoulder. They had been too busy the last few days of the week for socialization, aside from a quick “hello” around campus, but now? It was showtime.

Upon spotting Yondu’s fin (it really was quite helpful in distinguishing the Guardians from the crowd), she walked over in what she hoped was a casual manner, and neatly dropped herself down next to Peter. She removed her guitar and set it down in front of her, before turning to pat him on the cheek with a gloved hand. “Hello,” Gamora said in a passably affectionate voice.

Peter grinned, reaching to gently grasp her wrist with his fingers and hold her hand there. “Hey yourself,” he said. “You have a good session with Ares?”

“It was acceptable,” she said. “I broke a dagger on his helmet.”

“That’s my girl,” Peter beamed, releasing her for a moment, only to reach over and squeeze her hand. Somewhere, Gamora could vaguely hear Kamala crying tears of joy.

“Think I’m gonna be sick,” Rocket said, looking up from his pile of junk. “Can you two do this someplace else?”

“We’re trying to win,” Peter whispered. “Let us be cute, man.”

“I am Groot.” The little one stuck his head out from under a pile of coils. “I am Groot?”

“No, don’t call them mom and dad, that’s weird.”

“I’m leaving now,” Nebula announced loudly, standing up. “Congratulations on being insufferable within 30 seconds of your arrival.”

“Bye!” Peter called after her without a hint of irony in his voice. Gamora would’ve scolded him, but his fingers tightened around hers as if to reassure her, and she decided she would let it go this time. She instead decided to move slightly closer so their shoulders were touching, and he turned back to smile at her so dopily that she smiled back.

“You are ridiculous,” Gamora informed him. She finally removed her hand from his so she could set her guitar on her lap and began plucking at it idly. “Drax, have you checked the amps at Club Galaxy like I asked?”

“Yes, and they are in terrible shape,” Drax said more cheerfully than she would have liked. “The money you and Quill will win us should get us a more than sufficient set of replacements.”

“Hey now, why is it down to me and Gamora?” Peter protested. “There’s like, a million other things we could win, too. Like, Groot is totally gonna win Cutest Recruit.” The little tree nodded enthusiastically in agreement. He was very cute.

“That is only five thousand units,” Drax pointed out. “We require ten to fix the equipment at Club Galaxy.”

“Dude, that was just an example,” Peter groaned, slinging an arm around Gamora’s shoulders. “Point is, Gamora and I have a pretty good chance of winning, but you can’t rely on us alone.”

“That reminds me,” Gamora said, letting her fingers rest for a moment. “Elektra is trying to coerce - I mean, convince - me that you and I should go on a ‘double date’ with her and Murdock.”

“Oh god.” Peter slapped a hand to his forehead, slumping slightly. She felt his body weight shift to rest against her. It wasn’t completely unpleasant. “Matt’s cool and all - I mean, blind ninja! - but Elektra scares me.”

“You’re dating the most dangerous woman in the d’ast galaxy,” Rocket reminded him, fishing Groot out of the pile of parts and setting him down on his lap. “Nothing should scare you at this point.”

“Grow a spine, Quill!” Yondu punched him in the arm. “Ain’t nothing about that Elektra should scare you when you've got Gamora here.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Gamora spotted a flash of yellow swishing about a few feet away. Thinking quickly, she continued to move closer until she was practically on Peter’s lap and turned so her nose was mere inches from his cheek. “You aren’t scared of me, are you, Star-Lord?” she said softly, her mouth ghosting over his ear, though not so softly that Janet couldn’t hear. Sure enough, an excited squeak joined in on their conversation, along with the sound of a phone camera.

“Cu-u-ute!” Janet sing-songed, lowering her phone so she could get a better look. “Don’t mind me, just checking in on the Academy’s hottest new couple. Well, when I say new - ”

“Hottest? Don’t you mean cutest?” Peter winked. Janet giggled, holding up her phone again.

“Say hello to the Academy’s Snapchat,” she said. “Exclusive - Star-Lord and Gamora are officially dating. What's their ship name?” She ended the recording and looked at them consideringly. “I should totally have a brainstorm sesh with Kamala. Catch you guys later!”

“She is pleased to see you are happy, Gamora,” Mantis said thoughtfully, closing her book. “I think that Janet was hoping you would eventually date Peter.”

Peter raised an eyebrow at this, sitting up a little straighter to look at Gamora, but she purposely ducked her head to adjust one of her guitar strings. Deciding to let it go, he turned towards Yondu and quickly changed the subject to a story about when he and Yondu decided to be young and stupid (read: something they had done about two months before joining the Academy) on some random planet they weren’t allowed to go back to. Drax laughed uproariously at the appropriate (and inappropriate) moments while Rocket groaned and attempted to cover Groot’s ears. “Oh come on, Quill, not in front of the kid, his language is bad enough…”

Gamora smiled privately to herself, and, feeling generous, gently patted Peter on the thigh, hoping it would convey her gratefulness for his choice to not dig further into Mantis’s comment.

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“He-llo, viewers, and welcome back to another episode of The Latest Buzz!” Janet grinned widely into the camera, her smile practically reflecting light back into the lens. “Oh - no, Mr. Jameson, I swear this is super important for The Daily Bugle - no wait -”

A cut. “A-a-a-and I’m back, sorry about that everyone. Mr. Jameson gets really grumpy when I’m not trying to run stories on Spider-Man or any of the other, quote-unquote, ‘spider menaces’ running around campus. Anyways, in case you haven’t heard, we are publishing a yearbook this year so that you - the lovely public - can get to know our amazing students and see what we’re all about. It will feature photos, quotes, funny moments, and, of course, the best part of any yearbook - superlatives!”

“Now, I’m not supposed to share, but I’ll give you crazy amazing people some exclusives.” Janet tapped her mouth with her pointer finger. “But don’t tell anyone, okay? So far, the top contender for Best Hair is Thor - Odinson, that is, not Jane Foster, though her hair is pretty sweet, too - the competition for Biggest Brain is currently down to Hulk, Iron Man, and Black Panther, and, if you can believe it, the most-nominated pair for Cutest Couple is Peter Quill and Gamora!” Janet sighed dreamily. “I think they’re my new favourite ship, I’m not gonna lie. If you check out our Snapchat account - QR code up here - you can see them being totally adorable this afternoon while we were all hanging out together. They seemed like an underdog at first, because we literally just found out they were dating like, two days ago, but who knows? Maybe they’ll sweep this whole competition and boom!”

______

Gamora stared at the holo-screen in horror, nearly dropping her spoon into her bowl of stew. “Did she just tell the whole world that we’re dating?”

“She did Snapchat it,” Peter reminded her, shuffling past her on the couch to settle down on the oversized armchair.

“I thought she only sent that around to other students,” Gamora groaned. “What if Thanos sees?”

“You worried Daddy doesn’t like your new boyfriend?” Rocket teased. Gamora didn’t have time to tell him to shut up when Nebula decided to whack him in the gut with the currently-detached hand she was fixing. “O-ho, wouldn’t do that if I was you!”

“It’s not disapproval I’m worried about, it’s revenge,” Gamora exclaimed, nearly flinging her food everywhere in agitation. “It is bad enough he knows of this school, if he thinks that I have become romantically attached to someone, he will go after them first. He will torture Quill and tear him apart, slowly, painfully, and make me watch.”

“I’ve dealt with some pretty overprotective dads before, but that sounds like a worst-case scenario kind of thing,” Peter said, kicking up his feet on the coffee table. “Relax, Gamora. We’ll deal with it together, like we always do.” He began shoveling his food into his mouth with abandon. “I mean,” he continued, spraying chunks everywhere, “Thanos has been threatening to rain hell on the school for ages. It’s gonna take him like, six years to actually do anything, as far as I can tell.”

“You are too relaxed about this,” Gamora said, standing up. “It’s your life on the line.” Exhaling slowly, resisting the urge to yank out one of her blades, she stalked off to her room.

An awkward silence fell over the common space. “Should I go and talk to her?” Mantis finally said, worrying the hem of her skirt between her fingers.

Peter shook his head. “No, we should just leave her be for now. I’ll go talk to her later. She’s only mad at me.” Mantis moved closer to Peter, sitting on the armrest of his chair, and draped an arm around his shoulders, patting him slowly.

“As she is on any day that ends in ‘y’,” Rocket snorted.

“I agree with the fox,” Nebula said. “My sister finds you particularly annoying.”

“Yeah, well, what else is new,” Peter said resignedly.

______

A couple hours after dinner, Gamora was lost in her argumentative essay on superhero ethics. She and the Guardians had not participated in the Academy’s infamous civil war of last year, but she still maintained it was a rather pointless thing to fight about.

Knock. Knock. “Gamora? It's Peter. Can I come in?”

She sighed. “Yes.”

Peter walked in slowly, clearly freshly showered. His hair was damp and slightly sticking to his forehead, and there was a wet spot on his T-shirt where he hadn't dried himself off enough. She also spotted a slight knick in his neck where he had cut himself shaving. Internally shaking herself, she nodded to indicate she was ready to talk.

“I didn't mean to brush you off earlier,” Peter said. “I just think that there's no point in worrying right now. But if I was worrying, I’d be way more worried about you than me if Thanos comes knocking. I mean, let's face it, I'll be dead in two seconds flat. But he knows how to hurt you. And that's way worse.”

“How is that worse?” Gamora looked down at her book, not seeing the words printed before her. “Maybe I deserve it.”

“Oh, no, Gamora, no way.” Peter immediately moved to sit across from her, their legs brushing once again. “You can't think like that, okay? You're super amazing, and a badass hero. Thanos did some really shady stuff to you and Nebula, and you came out of it wanting to help people.”

She smiled despite herself. “You don't have to be so kind, Quill. I'm not actually your girlfriend.”

“No, but you're kind of my best friend,” Peter confessed rather shyly. “Well, unless Yondu helps me get a pretty big score. Then he's my best friend for like, a few days. But usually it's you.”

“Oh.” Gamora didn't know what to say. “I don't know how to be a best friend.”

“You don't have to know how to be one, you just are one. Here.” Peter pressed a small object into her hands. “I found this in that haul Rocket got from his trip to Halfworld. It's some modified Terran weapon.”

Gamora turned it over in her hands, feeling the grooves of the small metal item. It appeared to be a simple pocket knife, until her finger grazed one of the buttons and a series of small weapons popped out from the side, including a lock pick and a laser.

“I don't know how effective it actually is,” Peter admitted, “but I have no use for it. I'm more of a guns guy. So, um, happy one-week-fake-relationship anniversary?”

“Oh,” Gamora said again. “I don't have anything for you.”

He chuckled. “It's not really for that. I just thought you might want it. Anyways, I’ve said my piece. Are you still, uh, mad at me?”

She smiled softly, running her finger along the blade. It was dull, but with a little work, it could prove useful. “I am always a little bit mad at you. But no. Not anymore.” Then she sighed, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding in. “Pitiful, isn't it? It’s the first Friday night since we got here that I haven't been able to play a show at Club Galaxy. Instead, we’re stuck here. No missions, either.”

“We could always ‘borrow’ a Quinjet,” Peter suggested impishly. “We’ll get you those new amps, Gamora. But in the meantime, maybe talk to Vision, see if he'll take the night off from DJing and let you do a set at Club A.”

“I suppose if I borrow one of the Winter Soldier’s guitars, it could work,” she said thoughtfully. “You’ve been having a decent amount of good ideas lately.”

Peter puffed his chest out exaggeratedly. “Damn straight.” He tilted his head, considering Gamora carefully. Her hair was plaited with some of Groot’s flowers woven in, the stark white of the petals contrasting the dark reddish-purple tones of her hair. She looked quite soft, and Peter almost wanted to reach out and touch it if not for the fear of losing his arm from the elbow down. “So, you still think this fake relationship thing is a good idea?”

“It was technically Rocket’s idea, not yours,” she teased. “I am worried about the repercussions, but I suppose in the end, it's no different than taking on galaxy-wide missions. Thanos will be a threat regardless. At least this way, we will earn money with little effort.”

“That's more like it,” Peter declared, standing up. “You planning on going back to the dorms? I can walk you back.” Gamora raised an eyebrow. “Okay, more like I'll walk back with you.”

“I'm too sleepy to bother,” she admitted. “My bed here, although awful, is sometimes more comforting than the one in my dorm.” She watched as Peter walked to the door, and worried at her bottom lip. “What was that movie? The one with the rats and the poison and the sword fighting?”

“Of course that's how you remember The Princess Bride,” Peter laughed, shaking his head as he turned back around to face her. “You liked that one?”

“Yes.” Gamora nodded, setting the small weapon aside and shutting her book. “I wouldn't mind watching it again.”

He tilted his head again as he assessed her, curious about what she was up to. Was Gamora volunteering to spend time with him that had nothing to do with school or Guardians business? “I'll go grab the tape,” Peter said, fondness seeping into his voice. It made Gamora feel oddly warm. After he disappeared, she laid back onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling, where Peter had put glow-in-the-dark puffy stickers in the shapes of constellations (“I have too many,” he had said, “unless I wanna wallpaper the place with ‘em.”). They were quite inaccurately placed, as she later learned when consulting the Terran night sky in one of Odin’s lectures, but she remembered the nervous smile on Peter’s face as he stepped back to turn off the light and admire his handiwork (“Well? What do you think?”).

“You are a strange one, Peter Quill,” Gamora murmured to herself, folding her hands over her chest.

______

The next morning delved into complete and utter chaos. Although Gamora had been hoping for a relatively calm Saturday for finishing her homework and getting a training session in at the Combat Simulator, she was instead unceremoniously woken up by the sound of Rocket racing through the Milano, his claws clicking frantically on the metal floor plates, yelling about how the Sovereign had come back.

“Where's Adam?” Peter exclaimed as he burst out of his room, hastily yanking a shirt on. “If his damn sister is involved - ”

“Of course it's his sister, who else in the Sovereign would care enough to attack us again?!” The sounds of crashing and metal items tumbling everywhere echoed through the ship. “Dammit, we’re gonna have to haul the weapons to one of the Quinjets.”

“I’ll contact Stark.” Gamora raced up the ladder to the cockpit, ignoring Rocket’s protests, to settle down into her chair and pull up Tony’s contact. “Stark, it’s Gamora. The Sovereign are about to attack the school again. We need to find Warlock and get him over here to us, and we need to borrow a Quinjet since the Milano is down.”

“Understood, I've already sent him a message and he should be on his way,” Tony said, his voice crackling sharply over the malfunctioning comms system. “I'll get Pepper to send over the Quinjet access codes, and a couple bots to get you guys some more of those intergalactic weapons I built from last time.”

Gamora let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Stark.”

“Let's get it done,” Tony said confidently. “Hey, so what's this I’m hearing about you and Peter? I was under the impression he was a ladies’ man like me. Not to knock you, of course, if I had the chance to date a girl like you I would take it, but - ”

“And you've ruined it,” Gamora said dryly, rolling her eyes. “Goodbye, Stark.”

______

Fifteen minutes later, the Guardians were wheels up on one of the Quinjets, with Adam not too far behind. As always, Rocket and Peter were at the controls with Gamora assisting with navigation. Mantis was attempting to comfort Groot, who was cranky from being woken up and scared at the prospect of another attack, and Drax was attempting to organize the frankly ridiculous amount of weapons that Rocket had brought and Tony had provided. The Sovereign were descending from above as they always did by the hundreds, with completely empty, remote-piloted craft, identical haughty expressions of arrogance on every screen.

“I thought she was gonna leave us alone,” Adam said over the comms. “I'll talk to her, I promise.”

“How does she even have lackeys left? I thought she pissed off all the other priestesses with her attitude,” Peter said, dodging an incoming blast. Rocket let out a manic laugh as he shot down the Sovereign craft that had been responsible for it.

“She really wants the Infinity Gauntlet,” Adam sighed, his exhale causing the speakers to emit sudden, sharp feedback. Gamora winced and moved to adjust the volume dials. “Hey, Gamora, by the way, if you have some free time after this, I heard you were having trouble with the equipment at Club Galaxy. Do you want some help? I am, after all, a cosmic rock god.”

“That’s debatable,” Peter muttered under his breath, reaching to check the Quinjet’s thruster levels. There was no guarantee they could climb as high as they usually would with the Milano, but damn if he wasn’t going to try.

“I suppose you could take a look, but they’re basically dead,” Gamora said. She paused to cling at her armrests as the ship was rattled by another near-miss of a shot. “Thank you, though. I was going to see if the Winter Soldier had an acoustic guitar I could borrow for the time being, and play a show at Club A while I wait for some money.”

Adam snorted. “No offense to Bucky, but the acoustic guitar? That’s not your thing, Gamora. You freaking melt faces when you shred on your guitar, sometimes literally. Let me take a look at your equipment. Tonight at 8?”

“Are we really having this conversation right now?” Rocket hollered. “We got some Sovereign douchebags making a go for the dorms!” He proceeded to gun down another five craft with a strong cry of victory.

“I’ll see you then,” Gamora said quickly before cutting the communication line. She looked up to see that Peter had tried his best to maneuver the Quinjet perpendicular to the ground, with little success. It simply wasn’t built for the same purpose as the Milano, as powerful as it may be. “Quill, this isn’t going to work.”

“It’s gonna work,” Peter insisted. “As long as I keep flying and Rocket keeps shootin’, we’ll - SON OF A - !”

Gamora could only watch in horror as the glass in front of Peter’s face was struck by about five energy blasts at once, piercing a hole clean through and sending a spray of shards everywhere. It was only Peter’s and Rocket’s self-preservation instincts to duck and screw their eyes shut that prevented them from being horribly injured, though she could see bits embedding themselves in Peter’s skin and Rocket’s fur.

She shot out of her seat and ran for the front, hollering back to Drax to take her position, grabbing the controls from Peter as the Quinjet tumbled hopelessly, rolling and causing Rocket to be flung out of his seat and slammed into the wall beside him, knocking him out. Drax was trying desperately to get in contact with the Director, Pepper, Maria, anyone, and Mantis was frantically shushing Groot, who had started to cry.

Peter managed to scramble himself back up properly, though he appeared to be bleeding from several little cuts along his forehead and hands. Gamora had no time to ask him he if he was okay, though, pushing the controls back into his hands and running over to scoop up Rocket and set him down on one of the passenger benches, strapping him in so he wouldn’t roll around.

“We’re gonna crash-land, Gamora,” Peter called to her, and his voice was much weaker than she wanted to hear. There was a raspiness that made her eyes wander to his throat, causing her heart to leap once more - tiny bits of glass, embedded in his neck.

“Shh, don’t talk, Quill,” she said desperately as she ran back to fling herself into Rocket’s seat. “Just get us back on the ground, and we’ll let the others take it from here, okay?”

Energy blasts continued to rattle the Quinjet around, rolling til they were nearly flipped upside down, causing Drax to let out an alarmed shout from behind as he clung onto his armrests for dear life. He managed to mash the buttons to get him back to the comm line. “HELLO? IS ANYONE THERE? WE ARE ABOUT TO DIE!”

“Not on my watch,” Peter rasped, leaning forward to put some weight on his elbows, forcing strength back into his arms long enough to direct the Quinjet downwards onto one of the open fields of the Academy’s campus. “Strap...in.”

“Warlock is back on the ground,” a voice finally said, filled with static. It vaguely sounded like Maria Hill. “Agent 13 is leading a fleet of SHIELD agents up to the battle, and they’re loaded with enough atmospheric smoke bombs to drive the Sovereign away. Get yourself on land, now, Guardians.”

“Wha’d’ya think we’re tryin’ to do,” Peter wheezed, glancing over to watch Gamora shooting down about six more Sovereign craft. “G’mora…’m angling us downwards now...try not to blast anything.”

“What? No, we have to - ”

She was cut off by her own anguished yell as a rather large piece of glass tore through her thigh, pinning her to the seat. An immediate agonizing heat flared up in her leg and made its way up her torso, causing her stomach to roll, threatening to empty its contents everywhere. Screwing her eyes shut, she let go of the controls and turned herself away from the dashboard as much as she could. For an agonizing two minutes, all she could hear was Peter’s laboured breathing, Groot’s frantic cries, and the constant, crushing sounds of the Quinjet being torn apart, whizzing past her ears dizzyingly, endlessly.

The last thing she remembered was choking on her own breath as smoke filled the Quinjet’s cabin before she blacked out.

a/n: whoops there goes another destroyed ship and it’s only been three chapters, guardians wyd

also i admittedly know very little about adam, so 100% of his characterization is from the game, where he’s a rockstar who wants to help the guardians defeat his sister, and that’s basically it.

#marvel #starmora #peter x gamora #gotg #avengers academy #myfic #myfic: 20q #in other news ao3 google docs and ms word are all giving me different word counts #what is the truth *shakes fist*#the word count is now just a ballpark figure and not really gospel tbh

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summersandsodapop · 8 years ago

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the egg hunt

Kitta was confused

Kitta was usually confused about many many things, but that was just what being a new adult was all about.

Today wasn't a different kind of confusion, she felt blue nudge her shoulder a quick show to let her know that someone was knocking on her door, she groggily turned over petting his head

“What?” she called fiddling with her hearing aids, what a hassle, this better be worth it.

“GOOD MOURNING KITTA” ash called swinging open the door, he looked dumb. Dumb in a cute way, a pastel blue sweater with yellow eggs, over a nice button up, he looked ready for some kinda fancy easter event. But to top it all off he was sporting some ridiculous bunnie ears.

“It’s 9 in the mourning this better be worth it”

“Some would consider that late”

“I am not those ppl”

“Come on kitta, it's easter!”

“Yes… and?”

“And since isa and bin are stuck being the icons of the country, we are going to have fun.”

“... okay? And?”

“Wake up, get up, it starts with pancakes… but you have to get dressed”

“No, f**** you”

“That was bubbels rule not mine”

“... allright i believe that… they better be good pancakes”

“I mean… have you even had a bad pancake?”

“Fair enough” she said stretching her arms around her head

“Come hear blue” ash said as she tumbled out of bed but kitta did pay much mind to what ash was calling blue over for, probably some kinda easter present, ash gets sappy about these things.

“What should i wear to day Lavandula” she called over to purple plant that sat in a sticker covered mason jar. “No lavandula it is not weird that i ask my plants for advice, i'm well aware you can't respond... “ the plant did nothing as she stared blankly at it “nothing… well at least blue barks”

She hummed looking over her messy disorganized closet “maybe i have something like ash was wearing” she muttered dropping to the floor digging through her mess of sweaters till she found a pink one with a bunny on it and some black leggings, combing her fingers through her hair as she walked down the hallway. God why is the kitchen so far away from the room, castles suck.

“Good morning kitta” bubbles smiled as she sat down, there was pink roses (gratitude) and daisy's (innocence, true love) it was a interesting choice for bubbles, as bubbles tended to go more for the meaning of flowers then the look of them together, so these must be from ash. Also because they are her favorite. She poured her a cup of tea and placed some pancakes onto her plate. They were pink and blue and purple and topped with strawberries. So cute, oh my gosh.

“Okay kitta, kitta, kitta” ash said with a smile on his face

“Yes, yes, yes?” she asked confused, and tired

“Well for starts, hear you go!” he said popping some bunny ears on her head.

“Oh bunnie ears… this is new… a change from the cat ears”

“Yeah” he said smiling “now! For the fun part!”

“Fun part?”

“It starts, with the flowers”

“Ah yes… i thought something was off about those”

“What?” ash asked “i thought they looked nice? Do you two have some kinda secret flower rules or something?”

“... not exactly rules” i said “there's just more thought about the meaning… because we're nerds…”

“Flower nerds” bubbels said smiling “oh kitta, can we make jackets”

“Yes bubbels we can absolutely make jackets!”

“If bin were here he would say `Oh what, but star lights don't get t-shirts”

“And i would tell him, we can get t-shirts when he comes up with a better t-shirt desising”

“Fair enough. Okay, it starts with the flowers”

“What about them”

“Well maybe you should go find the matching ones”

“Matching?” she asked glancing around the room… matching… well, they keep a lot of plants in the house. Cus plants are cool. So it was more, where do they keep plants in water and not dirt. Her room, the dining room, and the library... there wasn't any pink roses and daisies in her room… well there was but not together. There weren't any in the library last night, but she had a feeling maybe that was on purpose, she had a very strong feeling she was getting sent on a scavenger hunt, and actually... she hated to admit this… it sounded fun.

“Twining flowers, oh what a pity bin and isa aren't hear”

“Aren't the twins jokes old?” “possible , but i don't care” she said standing up from her chair and walking out

“You have an idea already?”

“Ash please, i was made for scavenger hunts”

“Well good, then this will be fun” he smiled pulling out his phone camera. “Ready, set, GO!”

She walked into the library,and on her big favorite table stood a big bouquet of pink roses and daisies.bigger than the one on the table, beneath sat a pink envelope with a bunny stickers on it.

The start of the great easter egg hunt of 2017 starts today!

There are eggs scattered around the house

There is a big chocolate animal of the furry bouncy variety hidden somewhere,

And one non candy surprise!

If you choose to take my easter challenge hop!

I know you're not going to do that so i'll just give you the clue anyway,

The second clue is located somewhere with a big blue bow

“Big blue bow” she muttered folding the letter over humming. Where would there be bows. She had a few stuffed smials, 2 that were bigger then her, as well as a heavy sleeper… but the more likely place was isas room, what with many stuffed animals from skating and figure skating dresses. Yeah that must be where it is as she out the door

“Wow” ash said as kitta glanced around the room… no blue bows but she had found 6 eggs on her run up and was given a basket… “i actually thought you knew”

“So i'm wrong”

“Kinda?” he said with a shrug as blue barked behind him… she glanced over to her dog with a smile. “Awe.. you put a bow on blue cute” she said smiling then looked away, then looked back.. “WAIT A SECOND BLUE BOW” she said with a bounce as she kinda shoved ash aside and crouched down to her very big dog, and sure enough a piece of paper was tied below his neck “awee blue what a good boy!” she said scratching his head

Blues blue bow, get it… i'm funny

Okay, your third clue is in a place where memes are born

“Wow, i am discraised that my dog had to be involved in this”

“Sorry not sorry”

“Okay” she mumbled walking down the hall “this must be the t.v. room, but if we're being honest it's this entire goddamn house and half the ppl inside it”

“Fair enough” he said with a shrug as i waltzed into the room, covered with blankets and snack food bowls and soda cans still distilled from the night before. She glanced around the room and started to hunt, the old fashioned way, peeking under things lifting things up, looking behind. It wasn't until she lifted the couch cushion (and found 15 more eggs, the dude was there) that she found a big ol chocolate bunnie

“How manys eggs did you find?” she asked popping some skittled out of one

“Allot”

“When did you do all this?” “Me and bubbles woke up really early and were really bored”

“Clearly… so what do i got to find the rest of the eggs?” “Yeah there's allot more of thouse. Your next clue is, what do bunnies eat?”

“Spoken.. Lame” she said “also is this a trick question, because i feel like the answer you're going for is bunnies, but i know allot about rabbits due to a very strange craze in the 8th grade”

“I remember that”

“And i will tell you that they eat hay” “What does bugs bunny eat”

“Better. Carrots and possibly the soles of the innocence, but we'll get back to that latter” she said picking up an egg of one of the many succulents

She started with the kitchen, looking into the vegetable draw, nothing. So, her next guess. The garden!

The garden was one of her pride and joys with bin and bubbles, and carrots is one of the things they decided to grow. She walked down the stone path to the carrot bed where a map was, she picked it up as well as some eggs, which she was learning were kind like trail, a few scattered off the path for fun

“A map… into the woods seems legit” she said glancing it over “this leads to the wishing well? When's the last time any of us went to the wishing well”

“It's been awhile” he nodded as she took of running. The wishing well itself was actually just a run down well that at one point actually was well, but know it was somewhat of a safety hazard. She ran down to the path and at the edge of the well sat a bow, nicely wrapped in pink paper and blue bow. She unwrapped it quickly pulling out.. A bunnie dress

“I thought it was a nice change of pace from the cats”

“Where the hell do you even get these?” she asked some what amused at his able to find animal themes clothing

“I'll be honest here, i don't even try… they just show up and like… i'm not going to not get it”

“Ppl must think you have the strangest girl friend”

“Not gonna lie… they've asked a few times, her names lily and she's usually played by my friend caroline”

“Thank you caroline you're a brave sole” “That she is that she is” he smiled.. “Well that was dumb”

“I don't know it was fun… i haven't been on a easter egg hunt in a long time”

“My mom does the best ones” “Speaking of your mom why aren't you with her today again”

“Oh that's the other surprise” he said with smiled as they walked down the path, and there back at the garden she had left stood ashes parents, and her parents if she had a choice in the world. She picked up speed running to the couple's arms with a smile hugging them both tears streaming down her face

“OH MY GOSH MOM DAD WHAT”

“We flew out this mourning” ashes dad said tossing her hair

“We have always talked about visiting where you too always run off too, so we surprised ash this mourning, were staying for dinner” mom said with a smile

#kitta #ash #my writing #idk i was boured so i wrote something dumb #1831 words

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littleforestfairy · 8 years ago

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ALL OF THEM FOR MY MAIN BOY LUCAS

God damn it. You’re lucky I love talking about my ocs and that I love you.

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Lucas Alexander Whitestone. I’m p sure I’ve answered this before, but he chose his dad’s name.

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

Uhhh nope, no titles.

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?

He had a fairly good childhood up until he was 8, when his dad died. Most of his fond memories are of all the fun times he spent with his dad, like going to the park, playing games with him. A bad memory is definitely the day his dad died, and his mom started to become abusive and neglectful. From then on, had a pretty terrible rest of his childhood.

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

He had a great relationship with his dad! He doesn’t have many bad memories with his dad, just probably little moments when he got grounded or something. A good memory he has of his dad is going ice skating on his 7th birthday. As you can tell from the above question, he has a terrible relationship with his mom. All the bad times really overshadow any good times he might’ve had with her.

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

He’s an only child! But a lot of the kids at Amore Safe Haven are like siblings to him. Also, he’ll eventually be adopted by a caretaker there, Anya Dawn, and gain a little brother, Sammy! He loves little Sammy and Sammy really loves him!

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

He was kind of a loner at school, never really had many friends, always ate alone. He didn’t really wanna get close to people. He hated most of it. At the beginning of the story, he is a senior in high school, but due to everything that happens, he drops out and eventually gets a GED.The subject he hated most was math, and a subject he actually enjoyed was history.

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?

He was friends with a few of his neighbors! He would play with them sometimes after school. He didn’t stay friends with any of them though, after they all eventually moved away and they didn’t stay in contact.

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

Nooope, no pets as a kid! He does love animals, and maybe when he moves in with Anya, he’ll get a cat.

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

Yeah, usually! Stray cats like him.

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

He loves kids! At Amore Safe Haven, he plays with the younger kids a lot and they all love him because he’s like a big brother ! And then of course Sammy loves him. He’d be a pretty good parent, but he doesn’t know yet if he really wants kids of his own. As of right now, he can’t see himself actually raising children.

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?

None that I’ve come up with yet.

12. What is their favourite food?

Mac & cheese with tuna!

13. What is their least favourite food?

Probably like, anything with steamed vegetables.

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?

Uhhh not really!

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

He’s good at cooking simple stuff, like pasta or scrambled eggs. He does enjoy it, and wishes to learn how to cook more stuff! His friends like his cooking!

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

He collects photos! He has a Polaroid camera he got from Anya and he takes pictures all the time, of his friends, scenery, animals, and sticks them in a journal Lucy gave him.

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?

Well as stated above, he loves taking photos! He has both a digital camera and a Polaroid camera, the digital one being for more practical use, and the Polaroid for collecting. Already stated what he takes photos of. He doesn’t really take selfies unless it’s with his friend. He much rather prefers being behind the camera.

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

Fiction, fantasy, and sci-fi !

19. What’s their least favourite genres?

Horror

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

He does like musicals, and loves music in general! Music was always kind of his escape when living with his mom. When his favorite song comes on, he passionately lip syncs to it and dances (only if he’s alone tho, he gets embarrassed if someone sees him)

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

He’s a pretty patient person, it takes a lot to make him angry. When he does lose his temper, he screams and starts crying cus he’s so frustrated.

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

He’s not really the kind of person to insult people a lot or talk bad about them. The only people he’ll talk bad about is his mom, and even then he hates bringing her up. Don’t really think he has favorite insults.

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

He’s got a fairly good memory overall! He’s pretty good with both names and faces.

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

He’s kind of in between heavy sleeper and light sleeper? He won’t wake up at little noises and it takes a few times for his alarm to wake him up, but he does wake up instantly if someone just jostles him a bit and calls his name.

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

He likes puns and ridiculous jokes, and will laugh at something really funny way too long. Got a pretty good sense of humor. He doesn’t consider himself funny, he prefers to hear other people be funny.

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

He hums and grins and does a lil dance when he’s super happy! Which is mostly bouncing on his feet and hopping around.

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

He tries not cry a lot, but he’s pretty sensitive. He tends to hide his emotions a lot, but his friends can usually tell when he needs a shoulder to cry on, even if he doesn’t show it. He tries to keep to himself and block everything out when he’s sad.

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

His biggest fear is losing everyone he cares about and being alone. The future, horror, insects scare me in general. He’s generally really shaky and jumpy when scared.

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

Very overprotective! Would never tease someone for something like that.

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

Doesn’t exercise regularly, but he tries to. He’s very determined pre-work out, but he’s pretty out of shape right now, so he’s exhausted and sore post-work out.

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

His mother is a violent alcoholic so he steers away from alcohol at all costs, and seeing as he’s mostly around teenagers that know about his mother, no one ever gets drunk around him.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

He wears a lot of big sweaters, in mainly pastel colors, lotsa blue and purple and pink. He just buys all his clothes from stores like Walmart or Target or thrift stores. He does wear stuff he likes, but he kinda wishes he was confident enough to wear super stylish clothes like Shane. He wears cute printed pjs, with prints like owls or cats. No makeup, and his hair is a messy pixie cut that hangs in his face a lot.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

He’s fairly slim, 5′3″. He doesn’t like his body until he starts on testosterone, and then he slowly starts to feel more comfortable with his body.

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

He likes ice skating, photography, doodling. He can’t really sing that well, but he does like to sing for fun with his friends.

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?

He’s a pretty fast reader, loves fantasy and sci-fi, isn’t really into poetry but there are a few select poems he likes.

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

He wishes he could sing better, could play an instrument, wishes he was more confident in himself. He admires all that in his friends.

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?

Emails/messaging

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

He prefers tea more than coffee. Doesn’t like energy drinks. He has a bit of a sweet tooth. He’s used to staying up late, so he’s pretty good at naturally staying awake.

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

Bi-demisexual! He wants someone who can be there for him, who will be patient with him and all his issues, and someone who is sweet and fun and easy to talk to.

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

He would sacrifice anything for his loved ones. He wishes he could someday be completely rid of memories of his mother, could be happy without her in his thoughts.

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

He respects people’s religions and choices, but he’s not really religious himself. He’s not sure where he stands on believing in God.

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

He’s a winter fae, so he love loves the cold! He’s best in the cold and snow, and haaaates the heat.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

He sees himself very negatively. His friends see him as sweet and helpful and someone who is strong and tries hard every day to get better.

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

First impression of him is very quiet and nervous. Though once he’s more comfortable around someone, he’s more open and genuine.

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

Doesn’t really like fancy formal occasions. He much rather prefers small gatherings, or just hanging out at home.

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

He likes small gatherings with friends. Organizing a party is way too much responsibility for him. If he was dragged along, he would just sit in a corner or stick close to his friend. Or make up an excuse that he was sick and wanted to go home.

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

He’s very sentimental, he keeps everything his loved ones give him, even if it’s something small. His most valued object is a little fairy tale book his dad always read to him.

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

Clothes, toothbrush, phone and headphones and charger, first aid kit, books, food and water, some kind of entertainment.

#alexis rambles #lucas (oc)#oc stuff #angeliclance

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skiasurveys · 5 years ago

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let’s start off with some basics. ayyyye. Okay What’s your name? Jen but i go by skia How old are you? 23 What’s your hair and eye color? Light brown hair and dark brown eyes How tall are you? 5′1 What’s your relationship status? Taken

Alright, enough of that. Let’s move on to the random shit.

What’s your favorite song? right now is Let me Live by Queen What does that song mean? What is the message behind it? Its about..from what i take, giving your all to someone who doesnt care, but takes it all. Givers vs takers. Is it your favorite because you relate to it, or do you just like the beat? Relate and i just love Queen Have any pets? If so, what are they and what’s their names? 2 cats that are siamese named Archer and Misty Have you ever met your idol? My idol is dead. If so, were they nice or were they kind of an ass? What’s your favorite method of gaming? (PC, Xbox, Playstation, etc) Playstation or Nintendo Switch or older versions like Gamecube or N64 but those are so old lmao If you’re in college, what’s your major and why did you pick it? I am currently taking Office admin but thats just cus i needed to take something because I am good at this. I am going for social work next year hopefully. How’re you doing today? Really fucking anxious.

What color are your bedroom walls? Beige, I wish i could paint them but im renting. Describe your favorite shirt. I have a few but i really like my beatles tshirt just cus i can do a lot with it for style lol Use this space to tell someone off. What’s your view on smart watches? Cool or a waste of money? Waste a money. I understand apple watches cus you can get text messages..but still a waste What is one poster that you have hanging on your bedroom wall of? I dont have posters but I have art. How many times have you moved in your life? 4 times.

If you moved, do you like where you are now better than where you were? I like being on my own now but I like my moms house. What’s your favorite color and why? anything pastel because theyre nice to look at.

Do you have a calendar? If so, what’s the theme? Not right now. Just use my phone. Have any famous person’s autographs? no Do you draw well? i think i do. I love drawing, i can improve for sure but from where i came from? way better. What type of cell phone do you have? I have an iPhone 8. Should you be doing anything else right now or are you just bored? Nothing, maybe laundry but its like 9:30 PM so nah hahah If you’re in school/college, what’s your favorite subject and why? Currently not taking any courses atm. Are you a cat or a dog person? Why? cats. i like dogs but cats are cooler and dog ppl are annoying as fuck lol Tell me about the plot of your favorite book. Its in perspective of a dog watching his owner go through traumas (like death and losing custody of his child etc). Its really cute and interesting concept. Do you wear glasses or contacts? I have perfect vision. What do you think about horror movies? some are good or so bad.

If you love them (I do), what’s your favorite? i dont care for them so...

Got any cool Christmas presents picked out for family or friends yet? I need to start shopping once i get paid lol Do you do Black Friday shopping or wait for Cyber Monday? I do it online maybe but the sales arent usually that crazy. Have any mental illnesses? I have depression and a few anxiety disorders What’s your favorite word and why? Ive never rly had one. What is the most expensive thing you own, and what is it? My Laptop maybe. Did you buy that item yourself? No, my boyfriend bought it for me for my bday

Where do you work and what is your postion? Too personal lol How often do you cuss? Toooo much. sometimes i just swear and i am like...chill

What type of car do you drive, if any? 2007 Pontiac G5 Are you happy with it? If no, what’s your dream car? She does well and takes me where i need and is reliable but I want a new one for sure, I want a Nissan Juke lol Do you have a lot of social media accounts? Which ones? I have a lot. Twitter, Instagram, Youtube, Tumblr, Pinterest, Facebook, snapchat...etc What is your favorite genre of music? I like all kinds, really. Does your family have holiday traditions? If so, what are they? we used to. If you’re in a relationship, are you happy with it? Yes. How long have you been with your significant other? 3 years and 7 months..damn. Do you like psychology? I do! I love the brain and how it works and how it can really fuck with you. What is something your state is popularly known for? I live in canada buuuuut, rednecks.

Do you like to do craft projects? If so, what’s the coolest thing you made? Sometimes i do. Do you watch sports or do you think they’re overrated? I dont watch them.. What’s one occupation you think gets paid too much and doesn’t deserve to? hmmm Youtubers lol Do you straighten your hair? Never Ever dyed your hair a color that isn’t natural? (blue, pink, etc) I did a little bit of purple but not full head. How’s your relationship with your parents? its super healthy and i am so thankful for that. I can tell my mom anything and i know shes there for me. My dad died when I was a teenager but we were also very close too. Do you still live with them or do you have your own house? Own apartment. What’s something you are currently saving money for to buy? BILLS. Do you smoke/vape? If so, what brand do you smoke/what device do you use? N/a Ever done drugs? weed and shrooms.

Tell me one of your worst habits. Nail biting. What’s a weird quirk you have that no one else you know does? Im not sure lol If you game, what type of headset do you use? I hardly use a headset but I wish I could afford razor.

What type of computer do you own, and do you like it? Acer Chromebook. What’s the thing that annoys you the most? Bad drivers. What brand of TV do you have? Haier or something Are you excited for Christmas? (It’s December 1st today when I made this) Yeeees but whatever Tell me about your favorite vacation you’ve taken. Back in 2015 I went to Disneyland and it was really exciting because ive been wanting to go there since I was a child. I had a lot of fun.

Tell me something cool about yourself. I have no idea, honestly. Did/do you get good grades in school/college? I try my hardest and sometimes I just dont well What’s your ringtone on your phone? Just the basic one. What’s your favorite store to shop in? Depends on my mood. I like American Eagle If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would buy and why? Pay off student loans, pay back my mom and I would for sure get myself a house. How long have you had a Bzoink account? I have had one for over a year now? But i dont hardly use it anymore because the surveys there are SO dated and boring questions.

Ever been to Field of Screams? If so, what’s your favorite attraction? Never even heard of that Do you own a Polaroid camera? not a real one. Do you have hardwood floor in your room or carpet? Carpet It’s a Saturday night, what are you typically doing? Either working, or cleaning lol Do you have a lot of friends or do you not have any at all? I dont have many but tbh I keep my circle tight. What’s your all time favorite movie and why? The Lion King. I just love disney movies. I grew up with it

How many blankets do you sleep with at night? 2 blankets and more if i need. What’s the last TV show you watched? Did you enjoy it? This is Us and yes. Do you prefer cable TV or do you use Netflix? Netflix or any streaming tbh. Cable is so old. What is your dream job and why? Being an artist tbh. I just wanna create art Do you think you would be a good therapist? Maybe..but i am too mentally fucked up. What’s your favorite brand of clothing? again, it depends. I like american eagle, garage and H&M.

Did you like this survey? I did! some are boring and this one wasnt. lol

#Survey #Dec 2nd #I might start dating theswe #this was good

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lostboy-jr-blog · 7 years ago

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Bruh, why dad always cut your hair so low? didn't know what a fade or a line up was till I was about 11. Look at you , what in the world could you possibly be stressing ? Trynna upgrade your orange belt to the next shade of ass kicking , You was a short mf but that attitude had them load mouths in position. When did you ever stop smiling? It seemed your jaw was stuck on cheese like you was always camera ready. Even when zaae was born there was no jealousy, you was grinning from ear to ear, struggling from carrying her around cus her ass was so heavy. "No dad I got her. Let me !" Run around in your under wear, no nut hair, building super hero lairs in the living room hiding when you heard them steps hug the stairs. Trips to universal and the movies often, even on bad days , waters rough, high tide but you ain't never flip when the boat rocking. What happen? You saw "your a bitch" always flying. Ducking when them "fuck you's" started swanging. Made you a lil cold inside but the ac on 75. You saw but could not address the lies , just hope that you could do enough to make the storm rise and lift heavy eyes out of the water. She is your daughter. My sister. And I , her protector. I was her umbrella in the rain, her retreat in the war. I was there too make sure she never got lost in the storm. She was a free one, she would leave mom, and run for the pool and free jump. But she can't swim, shit I can't too. But nobody watching I got to do what I got to do. Lil dumbass we almost died but since that day I know I'd die for you. But protecting you made winter last a lil longer , the shield kept you safe but the medal became a little less harder. High school around the corner, I remember you. Goofy ass long hair no blowout just a head band , polo shirt, cargos, and your new shoes. Met your brother that day, Ivener and carl too. I mean youll never be blood , but i know you jump in front of that nine, for him, before seeing 6 down for some of your other kin. You was a smooth talker but no shot caller. No hollister but aero had sales. I remember how badly you wanted to be cool like jaylin, Isaac, and dale. But that lime light wasn't for you, had to be a little more lowkey, but you see, you tried to hard , and it left you where you are. Straight F's to represent your freshman start. Playing catch up for 36 months. I bet now you know it wasn't worth the fun. Man I miss the sun, seeing you walking to the field to start off on the gridiron with some suicides and coaches "fun runs." Didn't last long, don't flex, had the skill but didn't have the grades. Could been better but you thought life owed you something? Df life owe you? What did you do for life to be in debt to you? Boy you went to cypress creek, you had to earn yours like everybody else fool. But you made it, 2 hours before rehearsal, no seat reserved cus they thought you wasn't game but you laced up. "Up all night , glass full u prefer the better thanngs , you gunna fucking graduate so you can see them fucking teachers hating!" Up all night just to make the grade, just to see your mom crying here your dad screaming when you walk the stage. Cap and gown, at the time I would have preferred a fitted but I walked that stage like a king with his crown. Those three years weren't wasted. You was down in the first quarter but that series was 3-1. You won, boy get you ass to cocoa beach and soak up the sun cus you a bad mf from the 407 and now you earned some fun. So why did you leave ? Was it really dad ? Or was you scared of being nothing? Did you see that maybe home wasn't home any more and you was in search of something ? I guess you still don't know ? You might never ! But I hate seeing you this way I miss seeing you when you was lighter then an angels feather. Now you seem a little heavier closer to the ground. Seems you talk a little less and you just soak up the moments of empty sounds. Seems you struggle to cheese like it's gone rotten. Did it have something to do with Chicago ? When you was happy to be a dad , but bad luck and your demons left you back in that barracks room all alone. You where picking out baby names , your son would be a king, so king it was. I'm sorry that the complications took you from us. I'm sorry that you wanted to cry but didn't know how to, sorry that you felt alone in crowd and couldn't leave the room. I'm sorry that you reached for a hand but those palms where all slippery you can grip hard but you slid through. Sorry for what washington did to you. I'm sorry that you fell head over heals for her brown skin and the way her lips feel. Sorry that 3 months felt like 6 years and the "I love you" spilled . I'm sorry that you didn't love your self so you needed her too for the both of you. I'm sorry you didn't look into the mirror and see what she did to you. What you did to you. What the navy did to you. What mom and dad did to you. What life did to you. I'm sorry that you are always so sorry for things you did and didn't do. I should have been there to stop you. When 3 sleeping pills turned to a dozen. I know you didn't want to kill you. You wanted the starring off to end, that and the tossing and turning in bed, also the dirty looks to your self in the mirror while you tried forcing your smile to bend. When, Did you become this broken? When did sleeping become not enough ? Why did all escapes become a bust? Why do you sit there and take those little white pills ? Is it cus the green ones didn't work and the pinks ones had the same feel? Why do you always stare at them before you intake to your soul. You have so many miles on you , seems now like you're going down a hill tapping every now and then on the brake to not get lost in a burning crash and role. You always had the answer when there was help in need. You where sweet fruit and a hungry soul needed to feed. You welcomed tortured minds with zenful sleep. You enveloped pain with joy and made a smile from grief. You don't want to be alone but here you are, On a carrier fifty five thousand sailors strong. Still alone. Far from home. Far from fixed. Far from the shores of where you where born. Out at sea. But maybe it's where I belong. We don't always end up where we want to be, you don't always get to choose the song. You have to role with what you got because this point in life seems like it might be a little long. You gave up the smokes and the heavy drinking too. I just want to see you get back to you. She might be out there , maybe she isn't? Maybe your scares will never be mended. But you'll never find that job that makes you happy to come to work in the morning But at least those moments when you are you, You made somebody's life less boring. You where there when they needed you, the best that you could be, you have a beautiful soul no matter how much it is bleeding. Your smile and compassion planted many seedlings in broken beings and that gave you meaning. Deployment is here , please don't jump. I know you think about it but stop. Before you ever do listen and see. Hear moms broken heart from knowing yours no longer beats. See zaae's eyes that will be enveloped by the sea and no one will ever be able to dry. I'm not sure what dad will do but I know he'll sit there and wonder why? Why did his son that fought so long, give up and die ? Hear your brothers silence because they can't understand why. Here abuela say a little extra prayer every night. For Germancito who lost his fight. Don't do this to them, they are the reason your smile always bent. Up. And away. Little did you know you where the one that always saved the day. You are the hero you always wanted to be, and did it effortlessly. Please don't go sleep. There are two important days in your life. The day you are born. And the day you find out why.

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