we are going to just go crazy with the jokes

I always feel like giving up when I feel like my life is falling apart. But I think the truth is that there isn’t such a thing as a life falling apart. A life falling apart is simply a life that is changing extremely in a way we don’t expect it to. So if you feel like your life is falling apart—know that right now—you are simply trying to understand what this extreme change means for you because that’s life. We just have to learn to let go and appreciate the beauty, love, and sadness that comes with its ups and downs because life is like a river and we just have to learn to go with the flow. So smile, cry, laugh, and go crazy and realize that life is just a joke and we’ll all be laughing once death makes its final punch line.
—  Juansen Dizon // Falling Apart
Fake Dating Series; Mingyu

- “i’m sorry….. i can’t date you…..”
- mingyu apologizes to the person once more, who remains quiet and only looks down with a sad expression on their face while listening to his words
- when the person leaves, mingyu jogs up to you, who’s waiting for him near the school gates
- you say “three in a week. i win.”
- mingyu scowls “BUT I JUST GOT PAID” and you say “WELL TOO BAD”
- you and mingyu have been best friends for as long as you can remember and everyone in the school knows it
- it’s no exaggeration when i say EVERYONE……
- mingyu is REALLY popular because not only is he handsome, but he’s smart and funny and kind and charming and??? everyone loves him
- they know you because you’re his best friend, and since you’re always with him, some people ask you for his number but you’re like no. ask him yourself
- but seeing him get all these confessions and getting asked out so often….. it’s so upsetting??
- because every time you’re with mingyu, every friCKING TIME, someone has to interrupt you two
- whether it’s flirting with him or asking him out, it’s so frustrating because heLLO I’M RIGHT HERE can i PLEASE just have one day with him and only him???
- mingyu notices it too, but he’s too nice to say anything about it….. but it’s clear he’s also starting to get fed up with it
- you and mingyu finally make it to his workplace, a coffee shop in which he works as a barista
- and you guessed it, a bunch of people from school come by often just to get served by him
- you’re sitting on one of the chairs by the counter, your usual spot, and wait patiently for mingyu to make you your favorite drink which he’s paying for LOL
- he passes it to you when he’s done, but not before taking a sip from it first and you’re like EVERY TIME
- while you’re both talking and joking around, a bunch of people suddenly enter the shop and you groan because you know you and mingyu’s conversation ends here
- mingyu greets them with a smile until he realizes that the person he just rejected is here and he’s like oh….. awkward
- when they go up to the counter, they ask “hey…. i just wanted to ask….. would you maybe….. think about what i said?”
- mingyu’s clearly tired of hearing the same thing over and over….. plus he was hoping to spend a peaceful afternoon with you aka his best friend
- mingyu’s face suddenly lights up and he says “i’m sorry….. like i said, i can’t date you….. because….” he takes a quick glance at you and takes your hand exclaiming “I’M DATING (NAME)”
- the whole shop goes quiet at his words and your eyes are wide in complete shock
- you look at him and scream with your eyes “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY???”
- mingyu shoots you a look that says “PLAY ALONG PLEASE”
- he looks back at the person and continues “now you know why i can’t date you. we’ve been together for a while now…. we just didn’t know when to announce it…..”
- but it’s not only that person who reacts, but the entire line of customers which so happen to be students from your school all go like NO WAY
- you sigh, lifting up your intertwined hands and saying “that’s right, so please don’t ask him out anymore” and they’re all clearly upset but understand that if mingyu likes you, then there’s nothing they can do
- mingyu serves the line of people and when they’re all gone, you say “i cannot. believe you.”
- your best friend says “I’M SO SORRY BUT THEY WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE YOU HAVE TO HELP ME OUT HERE”
- you say “you really expect me fake date you??” and he says “you’re my best friend, aren’t you??”
- you say “well yeah but—” and he cuts you off “then PLEASE just “date” me for a while….. just for a few weeks to stop all this because it’s getting a bit tiring…..”
- you sigh “all right FINE….. it is kind of annoying, not going to lie. but you owe me for this. seriously.”
- mingyu grins “THANK YOU (NAME), HOW ABOUT DRINKS IN RETURN? THEY’LL ALL BE ON ME” and you cheer YAAAY because free drinks are always cool LOL
- you do your homework in the shop while waiting for mingyu’s shift to end, and when it does, you walk back to the dorms together
- he says “alright, well word spreads fast so you know what we’re going to do tomorrow?”
- you say “oh no stop please no” and he takes your hand and exclaims “I’M GOING TO WALK YOU TO CLASS AND HOLD YOUR HAND DARLING”
- you rip your hand out of his grasp and say “DO NOT CALL ME DARLING” and he say cries “what but you are my darling ;A;”
- mingyu walks you back to your dorm room and says “good night, lov—” and you say “don’t…. even”
- he laughs and pats you on the head instead, saying “good night, (name). i’ll see you after school at the coffee shop, your drink will be ready”
- you joke “wooow so you’re not even going to walk me to class?? some boyfriend you are”
- mingyu says “I ALWAYS WALK YOU TO CLASS THAT’S WHY I DIDN’T EVEN NEED TO SAY IT AND I’M A GOOD BOYFRIEND I SWEAR”
- you say “OKAY GOOD NIGHT, MINGYU”
- your best friend waves goodbye and you enter your room when he’s out of sight, but the second you walk through the door, your roommate attacks you and screeches “YOU’RE DATING MINGYU!!! KIM MINGYU AKA THE MOST POPULAR GUY ON CAMPUS!!!”
- and you scream “WHAT?? YOU ALREADY KNOW??” and they say “EVERYONE KNOWS”
- while they’re yelling excitedly, all you can think of is “why….. did i agree to this…..”
- you find mingyu outside the building like you do every morning but you know everyone’s eyes are on you two when you’re walking to class
- you say “you weren’t kidding when you said that word spread fast” and he says “ok i was kidding when i said that i seriously wasn’t expecting this”
- when you make it to class, mingyu gives you a hug and says “have a good class!!” while making a finger heart
- you’re like ew get tf away from me and mingyu fake cries
- when you enter class, you get to your seat and you’re attacked by the people next to you who exclaim “you’re dating mingyu!!! finally!!!”
- you say “finally???” and they say “we knew you’d both end up together eventually!!!” and you’re like umm what are you saying??
- you and mingyu become the talk of the school it’s crazy, like for once you’re not just “mingyu’s friend”, now people actually know your name and you’re just like wow. this popularity LOL
- after school, you get to mingyu’s workplace and like you expected, your drink is sitting in your usual spot and you grin as you take your seat
- mingyu says “well i did promise you free drinks sooo that’s the first of many” and you say “thank you!!”
- he asks “oh so how was your first day of being my s/o??” and you say “ugh i mean i knew you were popular but what the heck?? i was almost late to all my classes because i kept being stopped by your admirers”
- mingyu says “at least we know they’re all convinced”
- speaking of his admirers, they all suddenly walk through the door and mingyu immediately grabs your hand and says “well i’ve got work to do, you’ll be here right??”
- you take out some homework and say “of course…….. darling” and you cringe to death while mingyu cracks up
- this goes on for about three weeks now and the excitement is still so high it’s crazy
- while hanging around in the coffee shop on a saturday evening, mingyu asks “i’m off tomorrow, do you want to go on a date?”
- you exclaim “WOAH DATE??” and mingyu laughs “well i can’t say hang out because we’re you know”
- you say “don’t say it like that!!! it’s embarrassing??” and he says “ok but is that a yes or a no LOL”
- you say “obviously a yes….. where are we going??”
- mingyu says “there’s apparently a spring festival going on this sunday!! let’s go check it out!!”
- you say “NICE that sounds cool, it’s just like when we were kids” and he says “right?? okay well it’s in the afternoon near evening so i’ll come by at around 5pm”
- near 5pm the next day and your roommate asks “are you going to the festivals too?” and you say “yeah!! i’m going with my….. (cringe) boyfriend” and they say “wait…… you’re wearing that??? you look like you’re about to go to bed”
- you say “it’s just mingyu LOL” and at that very moment, someone knocks on the door and you know it’s him
- you open the door, surprised to see your best friend dressed up so nicely while you’re just standing there wearing like….. shorts and an old hoodie….. oh whoops
- but you just shrug and say “well you’re dressed like you’re going on an actual date”
- he grins “this is a date” and you’re like “slfjasljds I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY THAT”
- mingyu just says “BUT IT IS—” AND YOU’RE LIKE NO S TOP
- the event’s apparently in downtown, so you both have to take the train there, and the walk to the station is as normal as it can get, with you and mingyu playfully arguing and making lame jokes and puns like always
- you finally get to the station, but when the train comes…… it is PACKED
- which is crazy because??? is EVERYONE in town going to this event??
- mingyu says “well it’s like any other spring festival, it was bound to be packed. i say we take this one since there’s no point waiting for the next if it’s going to be just as packed. we only have a few stops anyway”
- you nod and you both push yourselves through the sea of people to get inside when the doors slide open
- but the second they close, everyone relaxes, making it so hard for you to even move….. your back is already against the wall, there isn’t any space left
- when the next stop comes, everyone is pushing each other out of the way either to get in or get out, and someone pushes mingyu, and he slams a hand on the wall you’re against to regain his balance
- your faces end up REALLY close to each other, and you could swear your face is burning and it’s not because it’s so cramped in there……
- he asks “are….. you okay?” and you say “yeah i’m fine” (you’re not)
- mingyu says “there’s not much room left…… and you’ll definitely get hurt, so let’s just stay like this until our stop” and you just quietly nod your head like asjfshldjk what is happening to me????
- when you reach your stop, you and mingyu exit the train and stare in awe at the sight before you because the spring festival is so pretty under this sunset sky
- there are street food stands, games, blooming flowers and pretty lights….. you just think about how nice it is to be here with mingyu because it’s a nice throwback to your childhood and all the festivals you’d go to together
- you think it’s nice that for once, it’s just you two and not the whole school watching your every move
- but you were wrong
- mingyu says “i expected this” and from the corner of your eye, you can see a group of people a distance away pretending to look at the flowers
- and in front of you, you can see a few classmates of yours looking in you and mingyu’s direction
- heck there are even people purposely bumping into mingyu to get his attention????
- you know everyone goes to this festival but can you all look at the flowers instead?? can you go eat the food with your friends without having to be watching us?? can you not strike up a convo with mingyu when i’m standing right here??? can you let us LIVE
- mingyu clearly knows what’s going on and says “just ignore them for now, maybe they’ll leave after a while”
- but they don’t, they’re not even enjoying the festival, they’re literally just there spying on you guys like please leave
- you ask “why won’t they leave??”
- mingyu says “i overheard a few people say they don’t believe us being together, that’s probably why they’re watching us like hawks” and you say “really?”
- he nods “they said we act like we normally do. we apparently don’t seem like a real couple, someone even said that maybe i’m just using you to stop people from confessing”
- you’re say “well they’re not wrong” and he says “yeah but they can’t know that LOL”
- when you and mingyu are walking around, you sigh for the hundredth time that evening when you notice a group of people following you
- mingyu asks you “are they really still following us??” and you say “apparently. what do we have to do to convince them??”
- mingyu’s face lights up when an idea comes to mind, but his cheeks are red when he says “there’s one thing we can do….. but i’m not sure if you’ll be up for it.”
- you ask “what is it??”
- mingyu stops walking, making you stop as well, and he looks down at you and says “kiss me.”
- you exclaim “WHAT…. WHAT DID YOU SAY??” but he pulls you close and says
- “kiss me while they’re looking.”
- you begin “what the hell are you—” but mingyu’s the one to kiss you instead and your eyes go wide when you realize what’s happening
- you almost push him off of you but….. something stops you from doing so….. and instead you close your eyes and kiss him back…..
- when you both pull away, you look to the side to see the group of people in complete shock and you tell mingyu “i think it worked”
- they stop following you guys after this
- mingyu’s face suddenly turns red when everything sinks in and he screams “I’M SORRY THAT WAS JUST TO GET THEM TO STOP YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT I’M SORRY”
- you, who’s also red in the face, say “oh no it’s fine!!! i mean….. it was just to convince them right?? i know it didn’t mean anything”
- at your words, mingyu’s face falls slightly, but it’s too subtle for you to notice
- the “date” goes well but you just keep thinking of the kiss the entire time…..
- you know mingyu, he wouldn’t just kiss anyone, whether it’s on the lips OR cheek…. could he…. maybe….?
- you shake your head at the thought because there’s NO WAY like you’re his best friend, he chose you because he knew he wouldn’t be able to pull that off with someone else
- but something changed after that kiss
- over the next few days, you start to see mingyu as more than a friend……
- and to think this is all pretend……
- hurts?
- mingyu’s your best friend, holding his hand is normal, you’ve had piggyback rides from him before, and hangouts are just called dates because you’re now “a couple”
- but you can’t stop the rapid beating of your heart whenever he holds you close
- or whenever he grabs your hand while walking down the streets
- or whenever he smiles at you and calls you cheesy pet names to tease you
- you didn’t think this would ever happen but….. you think……
- you’ve fallen for your best friend
- while you’re eating lunch together, mingyu asks “i’ll see you at the coffee shop after school?”
- you say “i actually have a lot of things to work on, so maybe not tonight….” and he says “that’s fine!! work hard, i’ll see you tomorrow morning!!”
- that night, you’re sitting on your desk, twirling a pencil in your hand to try to finish up some homework but you just CAN’T CONCENTRATE
- even your roommate’s like “hey you haven’t touched your paper in the past hour” and you’re like “really?? i….. i didn’t even notice…..”
- they ask “what’s up?? is there something wrong??” but you lie “no i’m just really not in the mood to do homework. i’m all right”
- but you’re not…… you just keep feeling so sad because how long will you be able to keep this up??
- you don’t want to keep this going when you know your feelings for him aren’t fake anymore because you know that eventually…… you’re going to get hurt
- you have to end this now
- you check the time to see that it’s nine in the evening and mingyu’s shift ends in an hour
- if you catch him at work, he wouldn’t be able to leave and you could be alone to give yourself time to calm your heart which will most likely be broken afterwards
- you get up and your roommate says “you’re leaving?? if you are, bring an umbrella because it’s apparently going to rain a bit later” but you shake your head and say that it’s fine because you won’t be out for too long
- while walking down the streets, you think of these past few weeks with mingyu and even your childhood memories and to think your friendship will probably be ruined after tonight……
- the coffee shop is finally in view and you walk inside without your usual grin
- mingyu notices it immediately and gets a worried look on his face
- after a quick hello, when you sit in your usual spot, he asks “(name), are you all right??” and you fake a smile and say “me?? of course why wouldn’t i be??”
- but mingyu doesn’t believe you and says “no you’re not. but i know what’ll cheer you up, i’ll make your favorite drink in a sec!!” and he goes straight to work
- while he’s making your drink, you look around the shop to see that it’s pretty much empty….
- which makes you feel more at ease knowing that no one will eavesdrop….. well besides mingyu’s co-worker who’s in the back making pastries but it doesn’t matter to you that much
- you look at mingyu sadly, and you tell yourself that this all has to end now….
- you say “mingyu?”
- “hm?”
- “let’s break up.”
- mingyu stops what he’s doing….. and you could swear that the world went dead silent for a moment
- he whispers “what….. did you say?”
- you say “i’m breaking up with you. this whole fake dating thing—it’s over now, okay?”
- mingyu just looks at you in shock…… your drink halfway done, and his entire body frozen…..
- you get up from your seat and say “i’m going now then. i just wanted to tell you that.”
- you get from your seat and walk out the door, ignoring mingyu who’s calling your name
- your roommate was right; it’s raining outside, but you don’t care and run out into the streets to get as far away as possible
- you eventually slow down to a stop and look down, thinking about how you and mingyu’s friendship is all ruined now……. and it’s all because you let your feelings get in the way……
- while looking down, you soon realize….. rain isn’t falling on your head anymore
- you look up to find an umbrella over your head, and you turn around to see a panting mingyu
- you say “mingyu what are you—”
- he cuts you off and says “(name), wait….. before you say anything else….. why did you break up with me?”
- you answer “mingyu, we were never really “together”. i think we’ve convinced everyone enough.”
- he says “no. give me the real reason. i know you’re lying.”
- you argue “i’m not lying.”
- “yes, you are.”
- “no, i’m not.”
- “yes, you are, (name).”
- “no, i’m NOT”
- “YES, YOU ARE—”
- “FINE I AM, I JUST CAN’T DO THIS, ALL RIGHT?!”
- mingyu asks “what do you mean?”
- you look down and confess “i just….. can’t keep pretending to love you when i know i really do….. holding hands, going on dates, that kiss….. i can’t stand the fact that all this is fake…..”
- you keep your eyes planted to the ground and all you can hear is the sound of rain hitting the pavement
- until mingyu says
- “…it never was fake to me.”
- you look up, only to be caught off guard as mingyu takes a step forward and surprises you with a kiss on the lips
- he drops the umbrella and instead cups your cheeks while you hold onto his shirt tightly
- and it’s just crazy because you’re kissing your best friend in the rain and…… it’s something you’ve been waiting for forever even though you’d never admit it……
- when mingyu pulls away, you joke “idiot, pick up the umbrella, we’re going to get sick”
- but he just laughs and pulls you in for another kiss
- the next day at school, mingyu walks you to your class and as usual, people have their eyes on you two
- you notice this and smirk “well…. seems like they’re all staring at us again.”
- mingyu grins “yeah? kiss me while they’re looking.”
- (you do)

The Virus (Extended)

I wrote this again because I believed I could expand the story and see how it go.

***Logs of the late Admiral Elfre”

Personal log 1. I got accepted into the coalition military only as a simple deck serf my main duties are cleaning the vents of vermin that somehow make it onto the ships and breed. I also run messages, it’s good exercise but most of the officers don’t even look at me, I’ll show them I’ll make admiral in not time.

Personal Log 6. After helping engineer Lopya with the engine after being stuck in dead space for nearly a week I was promoted to bridge officer, I mainly work the coms console but it is a step in the right direction, i cant wait. 

Personal Log 8. One of our explorer ships has found a new planet, this one is apparently unique and has all our scientists really excited. Not sure how it is unique because I always thought every world in the galaxy was unique but apparently this is one is special. My colleagues are talking about nothing else I might actually keep an eye on the com traffic to see what the fuss is about.

Personal Log 9. Well I read some of the com messages ( I know I’m not supposed to but curiosity got the better of me) and this new world everyone is going crazy over is apparently the only world which can truly be classified as a “Dead World”  But life is not only surviving apparently its thriving. They think their might be intelligent life there, even if the air is toxic and the plant life poisonous and Maker only knows what the animal life is like. I shudder to think of what could survive there.

Personal log 13. The explorer team has gone missing, they were researching a new animal that lived in huge hives and it is believed the creatures may have discovered them. Not sure how I thought they were using this new cloaking technology that makes them invisible? Could these creatures see through it?

Personal Log 14. Workload today was insane, more com traffic than ever, our fleet is being redirected. But on the bright side if I make a good impression the captain might put me on course for deck officer level 2? I can only hope.

Personal Log 16. I’m not sure if this is good or not but our fleet has been chosen to search for that research team that went missing, why we should when we are an explorer fleet not a military fleet. I mean, we only have  handful of actual soldiers on each ship, but then orders are orders.

Personal Log 17. I think I may have made a mistake, the captain wanted a coms officer to go and record to rescue and like an idiot I said I’d do it before I truly thought about it. I’m going to a “Dead world” to find people. I want to live long enough to have wife’s and spawns I don’t want to to go somewhere where i might die. Well I can’t back out now, at least Major Jesa gave me a handgun to use in  case.

Personal Log 18. We landed on the planet at the researchers last known location, we found their base, it was hidden inside one of the hills over looking a herd of fluffy animals that made off “Bahhhh” sounds as they saw us. They were not hostile luckily, we assumed they were prey animals, wee went off to complete our mission. We found one of the trackers the researchers use sot hey don’t get lost, it was badly broken so the log could not be accessed, we bagged it kept on.

Personal Log 19 The nights here are cold, really cold. We set up air tight tents so we did not have to sleep in our suits and even with the heaters we were all shivering. Private Getr joked this was worse than the time he fought against some snow like monsters on a world going through an ice age. i could tell he was not joking, i hate this place.

Personal Log 20. Private Getr’s suit was split yesterday, some plant that has spikes cut his suit and he died in moments, he never had a chance to even seal the split. A pair of his comrades volunteer to take him back to the shuttle and off they go, we are three men down. 

Personal Log 21. The rain, so much rain, I mean it’s not unusual for water to fall from the sky but this is just crazy, we all agree not to out today.

Personal Log 22. We saw the natives, or at least what we think are the most dominant natives here. There were three of them, small and running around in one of the fields playing I think, is that playing or were they fighting for dominance? they were quite small and talked to each other in odd clicking noises. Then the older appeared, far larger than their young, they appeared out of the trees not far from us, then one of them started sniffing the air, no way could they smell us could they? We quickly left before we were discovered. But not before we saw the Hive, it was larger than any city I have seen, how many of these creatures were there.

Personal Log 23. Finally some other sign of the research team, an tent, only one but it’s a sign. We call inside but there is no answer, we slowly make our way inside and find what we feared we would.  A body, His skin was the same as privates Getr’s when his suit split, he was holding a note though all it said was. “Run!”

Personal Log 27. Well I’m glad that’s over with and i can get back to my life, that world is now off limits to everyone now and is under strict quarantine level 10. The first planet to get that level. They even named it Kila, apparently it means death in one of languages spoken in the coalition.   

Personal Log 30. Since my mission to Kila I have gain more responsibility and just yesterday they are giving me my own ship!! It’s only a snall support ship with a few hundred crew but I’m excited. Captain Elfre, i like the sound of that.

Captains Log 36. I’M BORED!!!! This support ship gets almost no mission, all we do is patrol and help the larger ships move into formation, I want a bigger ship!!!! Or at least something to break the boredom.

Captains Log 38. A whole quarantine fleet went missing a couple of days ago, I instantly knew which one before i even heard the planets name, it was Kila. By the Maker have they made it off the that planet? More fleet are being directed and we are on standby if we are needed. I have a feeling we will be.

Captains Log 40. We are needed, the fleet is heading to the quarantine Kila zone.

Captains Log 41. The quarantine is breached the creatures have built ships and a lot of them, these hive ships were scanned and found our own technology on board. They are using our warp drives, did they figure out of they were built? How? Are these things sentient? We take up position to bar their path and we simply stare at each other, we send message after message to try and open a dialog but there is no response. Then over all our coms, a noise like screaming, is that Getr? Are they in my head? Only one word is truly heard. Hooman, our enemy has a name.  The Admiral orders us to open fire and we unleash our weapons upon them, huge pulse cannons and missiles with enough yield to scorch a planet. Nearly all miss. How could they miss and those that hit seemed to only cause minimal damage. Wait are..their ships healing themselves? We scramble to reload and open fire again but the Hoomans fore first, we don’t recognize what kind of weapons they are using but they cut right through our armor, the flagship goes down having been hit by three separate enemy ships. The other captains are screaming orders or trying to regain some kind of control, I shout over the coms that I cam taking command and order the retreat. The war against the Hoomans, has begun.

Captains Log 50. The Hoomans are spreading and spreading fast, every engagement is the same, they break into real space, our coms go haywire and our fleet gets wiped out. We need a different strategy.

Captains Log 54. I have been given command of a new battleship, it is to be the new flagship of a invasion force into Hooman space. Our scientist have theorized that the Hoomans work on a hive mind command structure and if we wipe out the their main hive world Kila the rest will fall into chaos. I don’t know how they can know that as to my mind no Hooman has been captured alive or dead. But I am eager to go on the offensive for once.

Captains Log 55. Our first victory!!! We engaged the Hoomans on the edge of their space and wiped them out, we left the planet as we needed to save our resources for the homeworld but it felt good to drop a few nukes down there. We can do this, we can win!!

Captains Log 57. The Hoomans never seem to run out of ships, we have assembled the largest fleet in the galaxy and that has got their attention, their advance into our space has halted. I have their complete attention, and that terrifies me.

Captains Log 58. We lost half our ships in the last battle and the flagship is heavily damaged we have taken refuge in an asteroid belt to make repairs but the Hoomans are looking for us. They always know where to find us, they always know.

Captains Log 60. I can only engage the Homans one more time before I have to retreat and i am nowhere near their homeworld of Kila, they always seem to have more ships. The last engagement were boarded by them, I have seen every kind of species in the galaxy and we are all different, some are fast, some are strong, some are smart and so on. But never have I seen a race like them. They only have two arms and two legs which is the lowest number of any rce and it seems to work to their advantage. I saw on the security cameras our soldiers fight them in hand to hand and the Hoomans just danced around them. They moved like water and hit like avalanches, our new directive was never to engage them in close combat, you’d never win. Not that shooting them seems to work either, my bridge was breached by them and i shot one in the head with my pistol and it barley flinched, if it wasn’t for a guard with a blaster i would have been dead. Sadly that moment of saving my life cost him his own, he was hit my one of their weapons and his whole body evaporated. Not sure what is a worse way to die, being touched by one of these things or shot. This invasion is over, I’m ordering the retreat.

Captains Log 62. 2 months, that was all the time I bought while invading their space and once more they are on the offensive, consuming world after world and terraforming it so only they can live there. Trillions are now dead and how much further will they spread before they burn themselves out.

Captains Log 65. Our leaders are panicking, the surviving races are merging all their resources in some attempt to turn this tide. Our pleas of surrender and mercy go unanswered except for the usual response of the com screaming. But on some lighter note I go promoted to Admiral, my life long goal was achieved only because my predecessor shot himself when his homeworld was consumed by the Hoomans, his mate and youngling did not make it of world in time. They now expect me to win this war for them, I don’t know if I can but I am going to try.

Admirals Log 1, My first engagement as an Admiral with the race known as Hooman has ended in our utter defeat, we exited hyperspace right on top of them and they reacted as if they knew we were coming. Are these creatures just super fast or can they see the future? We retreated to Elixal Prime but my few remaining ships will not be enough to hold them off for long. I have already began evacuation but there are not enough ships, they will be here soon,

Admirals Log 5, Elixal Prime is lost, the moment the first of their hive ships arrived we had to abandon any hope of rescuing the population. I can only imagine what horrors they will face. We heard their screams over the com as we left.

Admirals Log 13. I have implemented a scorched earth policy, any world we cannot protect or have to retreat from is scorched to make sure they can’t use it. It will slow them at least.

Admirals Log.16 It did not stop or slow them, in fact it made terraforming the planet for themselves easier so we have abandoned that tactic.

Admirals Log 22. They are spreading faster now, faster than we can track them its like a damn has broken and their entire race is now searching for new worlds to consume. Do they eat their worlds? Is that why they are expanding? for food?

Admirals log 29 the Hoomans have conquered half the galaxy and there are too few of the surviving races with the ships to even try and stop them. Some are talking about surrender. How could we? These creatures are so deadly that even one setting foot on a planet spells disaster as if their whole body was made to house millions of viruses. My old friend was touched by one once, I’ll never forget what happened to him. His skin burned and fell off he bled form every part of his body, his screams, they still haunt me.

Admirals Log 40. Me and the other admirals have agreed that this war cannot be won, we have but one hope, all the survivors of the coalition have gathered in one system. There are only 50 billion left out of a population of thousands of trillions. But our scientists have built a war winning weapon, a huge beam cannon that can destroy fleets. It is very experimental as if uses the power oft he sun to fire. The plan is to use it to defend against the Hoomans in this system indefinitely, let them have the galaxy surely they will let us have one small system?

Admirals Log 50. I was wrong about the Hoomans letting us live here, because here they are, but there is only one hive ship just sitting there watching us. My ship is placed directly opposite it, Im sure i can take on one ship but I know, that silently out there, his friends are watching. Once more our coms go nuts, i turn it off, i have had enough of listening to the sounds of my comrades die over and over again. I open fire and before the munitions hit the Hooman hive ship turns and enters hyperspace. He’ll be back.

Admirals Log 60. The Hoomans are back and it seems they have brought their entire fleet with them, My fleet has over 5000 ships of varying classes and the new solar cannon we built. Just a little closer, i oder the cannon to fire and millions of miles behind my fleet the solar cannon unleashes the power of the sun at the Hoomans. Then…wait? No this is not possible the Hooman fleet is moving and a new kind of ship is taking the lead…it’s huge almost the size of a moon and it is moving to intercept the beam. The solar cannons beam hits the new hive ship but…it does not do what they said it would. It is supposed to destroy the ship then the beam jumps tot the nearest ship and destroys that one and so on. But the ship is…is…absorbing it? the light is dancing around the hive ship and then suddenly fires from the tip, oh no it’s heading for one of the planets! It hit the planet the solar cannon was orbiting and it erupts and breaks apart. 20 billion souls all gone in an instant. Screaming I order to open fire, all 5000 ships unleash our firepower at the Hoomans, with so many ships and so many targets it’s hard to miss. The battle last only an hour. 

Admiral’s log , We’ve lost, our final stand began an hour ago, 3 thousand ships gone, in an hour!!! How could such a race even exist? I sit here reading reports of what their world is like, no wonder they turned out like they did out of all the worlds in the galaxy this one has to be the most hostile one. I’m not going down without a fight though.

Admiral Efre grabbed his rifle and locked his log in the hopes that it might be found by someone who could read it and remember the struggle the galaxy went through. Perhaps in a couple of millennia when the Hoomans have died out. The Hoomans were cutting through the door now, his soldiers all got to their feet and readied their rifles. The pride he felt for them, even in their final moments they were defiant, even though there was nothing and no one left to save.

The door blasts open and we open fire, like before the Hoomans shrug off our shots like they were pebbles, a few go down but it doesnt stop the others. The run into us and…and? They’re not killing us By the Maker they want us alive! Are they going to eat us? One grabs me with its gloved hand and forces me to my knees alongside my soldiers and another enters like the others of it’s kind inside a sealed suit. It lowers itself to look me in the eye and raising a visor to show it’s face.

They’re disgusting, their faces…the proportions are all wrong and only two eyes? How could they see so well with only two eyes? The nose is pitiful in size I can only imagine how strong it was. And the skin, it looks wet like oil, is it acid?

Finally it speaks and the words put the chill of death into me.

“We were only trying to say hello”

The Virus (Extended)

***Logs of the late Admiral Elfre”


Personal log 1. I got accepted into the coalition military only as a simple deck serf my main duties are cleaning the vents of vermin that somehow make it onto the ships and breed. I also run messages, it’s good exercise but most of the officers don’t even look at me, I’ll show them I’ll make admiral in not time.


Personal Log 6. After helping engineer Lopya with the engine after being stuck in dead space for nearly a week I was promoted to bridge officer, I mainly work the coms console but it is a step in the right direction, i cant wait. 


Personal Log 8. One of our explorer ships has found a new planet, this one is apparently unique and has all our scientists really excited. Not sure how it is unique because I always thought every world in the galaxy was unique but apparently this is one is special. My colleagues are talking about nothing else I might actually keep an eye on the com traffic to see what the fuss is about.

Personal Log 9. Well I read some of the com messages ( I know I’m not supposed to but curiosity got the better of me) and this new world everyone is going crazy over is apparently the only world which can truly be classified as a “Dead World”  But life is not only surviving apparently its thriving. They think their might be intelligent life there, even if the air is toxic and the plant life poisonous and Maker only knows what the animal life is like. I shudder to think of what could survive there.

Personal log 13. The explorer team has gone missing, they were researching a new animal that lived in huge hives and it is believed the creatures may have discovered them. Not sure how I thought they were using this new cloaking technology that makes them invisible? Could these creatures see through it?

Personal Log 14. Workload today was insane, more com traffic than ever, our fleet is being redirected. But on the bright side if I make a good impression the captain might put me on course for deck officer level 2? I can only hope.

Personal Log 16. I’m not sure if this is good or not but our fleet has been chosen to search for that research team that went missing, why we should when we are an explorer fleet not a military fleet. I mean, we only have  handful of actual soldiers on each ship, but then orders are orders.

Personal Log 17. I think I may have made a mistake, the captain wanted a coms officer to go and record to rescue and like an idiot I said I’d do it before I truly thought about it. I’m going to a “Dead world” to find people. I want to live long enough to have wife’s and spawns I don’t want to to go somewhere where i might die. Well I can’t back out now, at least Major Jesa gave me a handgun to use in  case.

Personal Log 18. We landed on the planet at the researchers last known location, we found their base, it was hidden inside one of the hills over looking a herd of fluffy animals that made off “Bahhhh” sounds as they saw us. They were not hostile luckily, we assumed they were prey animals, wee went off to complete our mission. We found one of the trackers the researchers use sot hey don’t get lost, it was badly broken so the log could not be accessed, we bagged it kept on.

Personal Log 19 The nights here are cold, really cold. We set up air tight tents so we did not have to sleep in our suits and even with the heaters we were all shivering. Private Getr joked this was worse than the time he fought against some snow like monsters on a world going through an ice age. i could tell he was not joking, i hate this place.

Personal Log 20. Private Getr’s suit was split yesterday, some plant that has spikes cut his suit and he died in moments, he never had a chance to even seal the split. A pair of his comrades volunteer to take him back to the shuttle and off they go, we are three men down. 

Personal Log 21. The rain, so much rain, I mean it’s not unusual for water to fall from the sky but this is just crazy, we all agree not to out today.

Personal Log 22. We saw the natives, or at least what we think are the most dominant natives here. There were three of them, small and running around in one of the fields playing I think, is that playing or were they fighting for dominance? they were quite small and talked to each other in odd clicking noises. Then the older appeared, far larger than their young, they appeared out of the trees not far from us, then one of them started sniffing the air, no way could they smell us could they? We quickly left before we were discovered. But not before we saw the Hive, it was larger than any city I have seen, how many of these creatures were there.

Personal Log 23. Finally some other sign of the research team, an tent, only one but it’s a sign. We call inside but there is no answer, we slowly make our way inside and find what we feared we would.  A body, His skin was the same as privates Getr’s when his suit split, he was holding a note though all it said was. “Run!”

Personal Log 27. Well I’m glad that’s over with and i can get back to my life, that world is now off limits to everyone now and is under strict quarantine level 10. The first planet to get that level. They even named it Kila, apparently it means death in one of languages spoken in the coalition.   

Personal Log 30. Since my mission to Kila I have gain more responsibility and just yesterday they are giving me my own ship!! It’s only a snall support ship with a few hundred crew but I’m excited. Captain Elfre, i like the sound of that.

Captains Log 36. I’M BORED!!!! This support ship gets almost no mission, all we do is patrol and help the larger ships move into formation, I want a bigger ship!!!! Or at least something to break the boredom.

Captains Log 38. A whole quarantine fleet went missing a couple of days ago, I instantly knew which one before i even heard the planets name, it was Kila. By the Maker have they made it off the that planet? More fleet are being directed and we are on standby if we are needed. I have a feeling we will be.

Captains Log 40. We are needed, the fleet is heading to the quarantine Kila zone.

Captains Log 41. The quarantine is breached the creatures have built ships and a lot of them, these hive ships were scanned and found our own technology on board. They are using our warp drives, did they figure out of they were built? How? Are these things sentient? We take up position to bar their path and we simply stare at each other, we send message after message to try and open a dialog but there is no response. Then over all our coms, a noise like screaming, is that Getr? Are they in my head? Only one word is truly heard. Hooman, our enemy has a name.  The Admiral orders us to open fire and we unleash our weapons upon them, huge pulse cannons and missiles with enough yield to scorch a planet. Nearly all miss. How could they miss and those that hit seemed to only cause minimal damage. Wait are..their ships healing themselves? We scramble to reload and open fire again but the Hoomans fore first, we don’t recognize what kind of weapons they are using but they cut right through our armor, the flagship goes down having been hit by three separate enemy ships. The other captains are screaming orders or trying to regain some kind of control, I shout over the coms that I cam taking command and order the retreat. The war against the Hoomans, has begun.


Captains Log 50. The Hoomans are spreading and spreading fast, every engagement is the same, they break into real space, our coms go haywire and our fleet gets wiped out. We need a different strategy.

Captains Log 54. I have been given command of a new battleship, it is to be the new flagship of a invasion force into Hooman space. Our scientist have theorized that the Hoomans work on a hive mind command structure and if we wipe out the their main hive world Kila the rest will fall into chaos. I don’t know how they can know that as to my mind no Hooman has been captured alive or dead. But I am eager to go on the offensive for once.

Captains Log 55. Our first victory!!! We engaged the Hoomans on the edge of their space and wiped them out, we left the planet as we needed to save our resources for the homeworld but it felt good to drop a few nukes down there. We can do this, we can win!!

Captains Log 57. The Hoomans never seem to run out of ships, we have assembled the largest fleet in the galaxy and that has got their attention, their advance into our space has halted. I have their complete attention, and that terrifies me.

Captains Log 58. We lost half our ships in the last battle and the flagship is heavily damaged we have taken refuge in an asteroid belt to make repairs but the Hoomans are looking for us. They always know where to find us, they always know.

Captains Log 60. I can only engage the Homans one more time before I have to retreat and i am nowhere near their homeworld of Kila, they always seem to have more ships. The last engagement were boarded by them, I have seen every kind of species in the galaxy and we are all different, some are fast, some are strong, some are smart and so on. But never have I seen a race like them. They only have two arms and two legs which is the lowest number of any rce and it seems to work to their advantage. I saw on the security cameras our soldiers fight them in hand to hand and the Hoomans just danced around them. They moved like water and hit like avalanches, our new directive was never to engage them in close combat, you’d never win. Not that shooting them seems to work either, my bridge was breached by them and i shot one in the head with my pistol and it barley flinched, if it wasn’t for a guard with a blaster i would have been dead. Sadly that moment of saving my life cost him his own, he was hit my one of their weapons and his whole body evaporated. Not sure what is a worse way to die, being touched by one of these things or shot. This invasion is over, I’m ordering the retreat.

Captains Log 62. 2 months, that was all the time I bought while invading their space and once more they are on the offensive, consuming world after world and terraforming it so only they can live there. Trillions are now dead and how much further will they spread before they burn themselves out.

Captains Log 65. Our leaders are panicking, the surviving races are merging all their resources in some attempt to turn this tide. Our pleas of surrender and mercy go unanswered except for the usual response of the com screaming. But on some lighter note I go promoted to Admiral, my life long goal was achieved only because my predecessor shot himself when his homeworld was consumed by the Hoomans, his mate and youngling did not make it of world in time. They now expect me to win this war for them, I don’t know if I can but I am going to try.



Admirals Log 1, My first engagement as an Admiral with the race known as Hooman has ended in our utter defeat, we exited hyperspace right on top of them and they reacted as if they knew we were coming. Are these creatures just super fast or can they see the future? We retreated to Elixal Prime but my few remaining ships will not be enough to hold them off for long. I have already began evacuation but there are not enough ships, they will be here soon,

Admirals Log 5, Elixal Prime is lost, the moment the first of their hive ships arrived we had to abandon any hope of rescuing the population. I can only imagine what horrors they will face. We heard their screams over the com as we left.

Admirals Log 13. I have implemented a scorched earth policy, any world we cannot protect or have to retreat from is scorched to make sure they can’t use it. It will slow them at least.

Admirals Log.16 It did not stop or slow them, in fact it made terraforming the planet for themselves easier so we have abandoned that tactic.

Admirals Log 22. They are spreading faster now, faster than we can track them its like a damn has broken and their entire race is now searching for new worlds to consume. Do they eat their worlds? Is that why they are expanding? for food?

Admirals log 29 the Hoomans have conquered half the galaxy and there are too few of the surviving races with the ships to even try and stop them. Some are talking about surrender. How could we? These creatures are so deadly that even one setting foot on a planet spells disaster as if their whole body was made to house millions of viruses. My old friend was touched by one once, I’ll never forget what happened to him. His skin burned and fell off he bled form every part of his body, his screams, they still haunt me.

Admirals Log 40. Me and the other admirals have agreed that this war cannot be won, we have but one hope, all the survivors of the coalition have gathered in one system. There are only 50 billion left out of a population of thousands of trillions. But our scientists have built a war winning weapon, a huge beam cannon that can destroy fleets. It is very experimental as if uses the power oft he sun to fire. The plan is to use it to defend against the Hoomans in this system indefinitely, let them have the galaxy surely they will let us have one small system?

Admirals Log 50. I was wrong about the Hoomans letting us live here, because here they are, but there is only one hive ship just sitting there watching us. My ship is placed directly opposite it, Im sure i can take on one ship but I know, that silently out there, his friends are watching. Once more our coms go nuts, i turn it off, i have had enough of listening to the sounds of my comrades die over and over again. I open fire and before the munitions hit the Hooman hive ship turns and enters hyperspace. He’ll be back.

Admirals Log 60. The Hoomans are back and it seems they have brought their entire fleet with them, My fleet has over 5000 ships of varying classes and the new solar cannon we built. Just a little closer, i oder the cannon to fire and millions of miles behind my fleet the solar cannon unleashes the power of the sun at the Hoomans. Then…wait? No this is not possible the Hooman fleet is moving and a new kind of ship is taking the lead…it’s huge almost the size of a moon and it is moving to intercept the beam. The solar cannons beam hits the new hive ship but…it does not do what they said it would. It is supposed to destroy the ship then the beam jumps tot the nearest ship and destroys that one and so on. But the ship is…is…absorbing it? the light is dancing around the hive ship and then suddenly fires from the tip, oh no it’s heading for one of the planets! It hit the planet the solar cannon was orbiting and it erupts and breaks apart. 20 billion souls all gone in an instant. Screaming I order to open fire, all 5000 ships unleash our firepower at the Hoomans, with so many ships and so many targets it’s hard to miss. The battle last only an hour. 

Admiral’s log , We’ve lost, our final stand began an hour ago, 3 thousand ships gone, in an hour!!! How could such a race even exist? I sit here reading reports of what their world is like, no wonder they turned out like they did out of all the worlds in the galaxy this one has to be the most hostile one. I’m not going down without a fight though.

Admiral Efre grabbed his rifle and locked his log in the hopes that it might be found by someone who could read it and remember the struggle the galaxy went through. Perhaps in a couple of millennia when the Hoomans have died out. The Hoomans were cutting through the door now, his soldiers all got to their feet and readied their rifles. The pride he felt for them, even in their final moments they were defiant, even though there was nothing and no one left to save.

The door blasts open and we open fire, like before the Hoomans shrug off our shots like they were pebbles, a few go down but it doesnt stop the others. The run into us and…and? They’re not killing us By the Maker they want us alive! Are they going to eat us? One grabs me with its gloved hand and forces me to my knees alongside my soldiers and another enters like the others of it’s kind inside a sealed suit. It lowers itself to look me in the eye and raising a visor to show it’s face.

They’re disgusting, their faces…the proportions are all wrong and only two eyes? How could they see so well with only two eyes? The nose is pitiful in size I can only imagine how strong it was. And the skin, it looks wet like oil, is it acid?

Finally it speaks and the words put the chill of death into me.

“We were only trying to say hello”

The Reality of Being a Woman in the Music Industry

Hi guys! I realize it’s been an eternity since my last blog post, my apologies. Today however, I was feeling rather inspired. I thought I’d share with you, from my point of view, the reality of being a woman in the music industry today.

My sister and I have been in this business since we were 15. Sitting here now at the age of 24, I feel like I have some fairly-decent insight and a whole lot of experience on the subject.

Prepare for weird, sexist comments.

 The way we started was on YouTube. It all started as sunshine and rainbows in the beginning; lots of “wow you guys are so greats” and “keep uploading” types of comments. However, after the first, I guess you’d say, “big video” for us, we realized that this industry was a whole lot tougher than they lead you to believe. It was around the 300k subscriber mark when the comments comparing our looks and voices against one another began, the “you sucks” as well as the “take your shirts off” or the “are they kissing yet” comments. At this point, we were freshly 17-years-old, still in high school living in a small town of 1,200. It was a hard dose of reality, but you could say coming up on this platform gives you a very, very thick skin. Friendly reminder; it’s a whole lot easier to say mean, rude or hurtful things behind a username and a computer screen. We held our heads high and continued-on this journey with confidence because passion is passion.

From 18 to 19, let’s just say a lot of things changed. We went from living in a small town to living in Nashville, with no friends except our champion of a mama, going into this business fearlessly. We not only lived in a new city in a new house, but were also spending a large amount of our time in LA. Now LA is crazy at any age you go there, but to us it was the biggest culture shock. At this point in time, the thought of living there was a joke. (little did we know we’d want to move there in just one short year.) Anyway, this is when what Liz and I like to call “music business university” began.  Here’s just a few of the highlights of what we learned about being a young woman (or woman) in this business:

Are you a cute boy who sings? No? Keep moving please.

 This was possibly the most frustrating part of performing live. At 18, 19, 20, you’re already insecure about growing into the woman you will be and constantly comparing yourself to the impossible standard that society sets us up against. However, Liz and I stepped on so many stages owning ourselves and accepting who we were at that point in time. The most difficult part came when we would follow or open for the young, attractive teen boys. To go from watching most of the girls in the audience screaming until their voices were gone and quite literally throwing themselves at the stage to rolling their eyes when we stepped on stage and mouthing insults to you and their friends was all sorts of discouraging. We could never understand where we were lost in translation. What did we do? Why don’t they react to our show like they do the young boys? Why aren’t we teenage boys? It was as if there was a mute button everyone pressed when a girl stepped on the stage.

  

Hair and makeup

 Let me just say this: it is terrifying to walk into a new hair and makeup situation with a stranger who doesn’t know what kind of makeup you like. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve had to “suck it up” and deal with what makeup and hair we were given that day because there “wasn’t enough time” to fix it. Talk about a confidence killer. I understand why most artists have a hair and makeup person they know they like travel with them, unfortunately we never had this luxury.

 Not only that, but you have to make sure you have at least 2 extra hours to “get camera ready” or “stage ready.” This already puts us 2 hours less of sleep behind the boys, and yet we are still expected to get out there and do the same things. Not to mention you feel like the biggest diva ever for “demanding” enough time to get to looking like the standard everyone holds a young woman to look like.

Make sure you’re tan, skinny, wearing a good outfit, and push up your boobs if you’ve got them.

The impossible standards women are held to in society and in the music business are infuriating. Say you have an 8 AM soundcheck. As a woman, to adhere to society standards, you’d need to get up at 6 AM, workout, take a shower then head to your soundcheck. Then you’d head back to the bus eat, get your face and outfit on for the meet and greet at 3, then head back to the bus and change into yet another outfit (because outfit repeating is a no-no,) then head to stage at 7. Now keep in mind, if you were a boy you could have used this time to take a nap if you wanted. You play your set, hop off stage and back to the bus. Odds are there are a handful of people to meet or see after your set, then you wait for the headliner to finish around 11. You say your goodbyes, do a few more selfies and head to sleep at around 1. This leaves us a whole 5 hours of sleep. We are tired and we get up and do it all over again every morning.

Remember, you’ll do all this work to be 1 of the 4 female voices on the Country Top 40 Chart today.

I’m not writing this post to complain. I love every second of every minute of what I do. I just wanted to write this post to make more people aware of how hard women work in the music business. Now I’m not saying men don’t work hard, because they do. I just feel like society forgets all the extra little things women are expected to do. Be kind, be respectful, and remember that we’re doing this because we want to connect with you and share our stories with you, among many other things. We’re all that 8-year-old girl singing karaoke in her mirror, daring to dream big enough to make it in the big leagues. Next time you hear a female voice at a show, on the radio, at a bar, put yourself in her shoes. She’s honored to have the opportunity for you to hear her voice and her songs. She is probably running on little to no sleep and spent the last week picking out her perfect outfit. She might have just come from a meeting where someone told her no, or maybe this is her second show of the day where she was ignored by the male artist’s fans and she’s feeling discouraged. You don’t have to like her music, but respect her. You never know what battles she had to fight to get to where she is today. As women, if we all stood together and supported one another not only in music but in life, what an amazing world it could be. Women, listen to your fellow women.

The Virus (Extended)

***Logs of the late Admiral Elfre”

Personal log 1. I got accepted into the coalition military only as a simple deck serf my main duties are cleaning the vents of vermin that somehow make it onto the ships and breed. I also run messages, it’s good exercise but most of the officers don’t even look at me, I’ll show them I’ll make admiral in not time.

Personal Log 6. After helping engineer Lopya with the engine after being stuck in dead space for nearly a week I was promoted to bridge officer, I mainly work the coms console but it is a step in the right direction, i cant wait. 

Personal Log 8. One of our explorer ships has found a new planet, this one is apparently unique and has all our scientists really excited. Not sure how it is unique because I always thought every world in the galaxy was unique but apparently this is one is special. My colleagues are talking about nothing else I might actually keep an eye on the com traffic to see what the fuss is about.

Personal Log 9. Well I read some of the com messages ( I know I’m not supposed to but curiosity got the better of me) and this new world everyone is going crazy over is apparently the only world which can truly be classified as a “Dead World”  But life is not only surviving apparently its thriving. They think their might be intelligent life there, even if the air is toxic and the plant life poisonous and Maker only knows what the animal life is like. I shudder to think of what could survive there.

Personal log 13. The explorer team has gone missing, they were researching a new animal that lived in huge hives and it is believed the creatures may have discovered them. Not sure how I thought they were using this new cloaking technology that makes them invisible? Could these creatures see through it?

Personal Log 14. Workload today was insane, more com traffic than ever, our fleet is being redirected. But on the bright side if I make a good impression the captain might put me on course for deck officer level 2? I can only hope.

Personal Log 16. I’m not sure if this is good or not but our fleet has been chosen to search for that research team that went missing, why we should when we are an explorer fleet not a military fleet. I mean, we only have  handful of actual soldiers on each ship, but then orders are orders.

Personal Log 17. I think I may have made a mistake, the captain wanted a coms officer to go and record to rescue and like an idiot I said I’d do it before I truly thought about it. I’m going to a “Dead world” to find people. I want to live long enough to have wife’s and spawns I don’t want to to go somewhere where i might die. Well I can’t back out now, at least Major Jesa gave me a handgun to use in  case.

Personal Log 18. We landed on the planet at the researchers last known location, we found their base, it was hidden inside one of the hills over looking a herd of fluffy animals that made off “Bahhhh” sounds as they saw us. They were not hostile luckily, we assumed they were prey animals, wee went off to complete our mission. We found one of the trackers the researchers use sot hey don’t get lost, it was badly broken so the log could not be accessed, we bagged it kept on.

Personal Log 19 The nights here are cold, really cold. We set up air tight tents so we did not have to sleep in our suits and even with the heaters we were all shivering. Private Getr joked this was worse than the time he fought against some snow like monsters on a world going through an ice age. i could tell he was not joking, i hate this place.

Personal Log 20. Private Getr’s suit was split yesterday, some plant that has spikes cut his suit and he died in moments, he never had a chance to even seal the split. A pair of his comrades volunteer to take him back to the shuttle and off they go, we are three men down. 

Personal Log 21. The rain, so much rain, I mean it’s not unusual for water to fall from the sky but this is just crazy, we all agree not to out today.

Personal Log 22. We saw the natives, or at least what we think are the most dominant natives here. There were three of them, small and running around in one of the fields playing I think, is that playing or were they fighting for dominance? they were quite small and talked to each other in odd clicking noises. Then the older appeared, far larger than their young, they appeared out of the trees not far from us, then one of them started sniffing the air, no way could they smell us could they? We quickly left before we were discovered. But not before we saw the Hive, it was larger than any city I have seen, how many of these creatures were there.

Personal Log 23. Finally some other sign of the research team, an tent, only one but it’s a sign. We call inside but there is no answer, we slowly make our way inside and find what we feared we would.  A body, His skin was the same as privates Getr’s when his suit split, he was holding a note though all it said was. “Run!”

Personal Log 27. Well I’m glad that’s over with and i can get back to my life, that world is now off limits to everyone now and is under strict quarantine level 10. The first planet to get that level. They even named it Kila, apparently it means death in one of languages spoken in the coalition.   

Personal Log 30. Since my mission to Kila I have gain more responsibility and just yesterday they are giving me my own ship!! It’s only a snall support ship with a few hundred crew but I’m excited. Captain Elfre, i like the sound of that.

Captains Log 36. I’M BORED!!!! This support ship gets almost no mission, all we do is patrol and help the larger ships move into formation, I want a bigger ship!!!! Or at least something to break the boredom.

Captains Log 38. A whole quarantine fleet went missing a couple of days ago, I instantly knew which one before i even heard the planets name, it was Kila. By the Maker have they made it off the that planet? More fleet are being directed and we are on standby if we are needed. I have a feeling we will be.

Captains Log 40. We are needed, the fleet is heading to the quarantine Kila zone.

Captains Log 41. The quarantine is breached the creatures have built ships and a lot of them, these hive ships were scanned and found our own technology on board. They are using our warp drives, did they figure out of they were built? How? Are these things sentient? We take up position to bar their path and we simply stare at each other, we send message after message to try and open a dialog but there is no response. Then over all our coms, a noise like screaming, is that Getr? Are they in my head? Only one word is truly heard. Hooman, our enemy has a name.  The Admiral orders us to open fire and we unleash our weapons upon them, huge pulse cannons and missiles with enough yield to scorch a planet. Nearly all miss. How could they miss and those that hit seemed to only cause minimal damage. Wait are..their ships healing themselves? We scramble to reload and open fire again but the Hoomans fore first, we don’t recognize what kind of weapons they are using but they cut right through our armor, the flagship goes down having been hit by three separate enemy ships. The other captains are screaming orders or trying to regain some kind of control, I shout over the coms that I cam taking command and order the retreat. The war against the Hoomans, has begun.

Captains Log 50. The Hoomans are spreading and spreading fast, every engagement is the same, they break into real space, our coms go haywire and our fleet gets wiped out. We need a different strategy.

Captains Log 54. I have been given command of a new battleship, it is to be the new flagship of a invasion force into Hooman space. Our scientist have theorized that the Hoomans work on a hive mind command structure and if we wipe out the their main hive world Kila the rest will fall into chaos. I don’t know how they can know that as to my mind no Hooman has been captured alive or dead. But I am eager to go on the offensive for once.

Captains Log 55. Our first victory!!! We engaged the Hoomans on the edge of their space and wiped them out, we left the planet as we needed to save our resources for the homeworld but it felt good to drop a few nukes down there. We can do this, we can win!!

Captains Log 57. The Hoomans never seem to run out of ships, we have assembled the largest fleet in the galaxy and that has got their attention, their advance into our space has halted. I have their complete attention, and that terrifies me.

Captains Log 58. We lost half our ships in the last battle and the flagship is heavily damaged we have taken refuge in an asteroid belt to make repairs but the Hoomans are looking for us. They always know where to find us, they always know.

Captains Log 60. I can only engage the Homans one more time before I have to retreat and i am nowhere near their homeworld of Kila, they always seem to have more ships. The last engagement were boarded by them, I have seen every kind of species in the galaxy and we are all different, some are fast, some are strong, some are smart and so on. But never have I seen a race like them. They only have two arms and two legs which is the lowest number of any rce and it seems to work to their advantage. I saw on the security cameras our soldiers fight them in hand to hand and the Hoomans just danced around them. They moved like water and hit like avalanches, our new directive was never to engage them in close combat, you’d never win. Not that shooting them seems to work either, my bridge was breached by them and i shot one in the head with my pistol and it barley flinched, if it wasn’t for a guard with a blaster i would have been dead. Sadly that moment of saving my life cost him his own, he was hit my one of their weapons and his whole body evaporated. Not sure what is a worse way to die, being touched by one of these things or shot. This invasion is over, I’m ordering the retreat.

Captains Log 62. 2 months, that was all the time I bought while invading their space and once more they are on the offensive, consuming world after world and terraforming it so only they can live there. Trillions are now dead and how much further will they spread before they burn themselves out.

Captains Log 65. Our leaders are panicking, the surviving races are merging all their resources in some attempt to turn this tide. Our pleas of surrender and mercy go unanswered except for the usual response of the com screaming. But on some lighter note I go promoted to Admiral, my life long goal was achieved only because my predecessor shot himself when his homeworld was consumed by the Hoomans, his mate and youngling did not make it of world in time. They now expect me to win this war for them, I don’t know if I can but I am going to try.

Admirals Log 1, My first engagement as an Admiral with the race known as Hooman has ended in our utter defeat, we exited hyperspace right on top of them and they reacted as if they knew we were coming. Are these creatures just super fast or can they see the future? We retreated to Elixal Prime but my few remaining ships will not be enough to hold them off for long. I have already began evacuation but there are not enough ships, they will be here soon,

Admirals Log 5, Elixal Prime is lost, the moment the first of their hive ships arrived we had to abandon any hope of rescuing the population. I can only imagine what horrors they will face. We heard their screams over the com as we left.

Admirals Log 13. I have implemented a scorched earth policy, any world we cannot protect or have to retreat from is scorched to make sure they can’t use it. It will slow them at least.

Admirals Log.16 It did not stop or slow them, in fact it made terraforming the planet for themselves easier so we have abandoned that tactic.

Admirals Log 22. They are spreading faster now, faster than we can track them its like a damn has broken and their entire race is now searching for new worlds to consume. Do they eat their worlds? Is that why they are expanding? for food?

Admirals log 29 the Hoomans have conquered half the galaxy and there are too few of the surviving races with the ships to even try and stop them. Some are talking about surrender. How could we? These creatures are so deadly that even one setting foot on a planet spells disaster as if their whole body was made to house millions of viruses. My old friend was touched by one once, I’ll never forget what happened to him. His skin burned and fell off he bled form every part of his body, his screams, they still haunt me.

Admirals Log 40. Me and the other admirals have agreed that this war cannot be won, we have but one hope, all the survivors of the coalition have gathered in one system. There are only 50 billion left out of a population of thousands of trillions. But our scientists have built a war winning weapon, a huge beam cannon that can destroy fleets. It is very experimental as if uses the power oft he sun to fire. The plan is to use it to defend against the Hoomans in this system indefinitely, let them have the galaxy surely they will let us have one small system?

Admirals Log 50. I was wrong about the Hoomans letting us live here, because here they are, but there is only one hive ship just sitting there watching us. My ship is placed directly opposite it, Im sure i can take on one ship but I know, that silently out there, his friends are watching. Once more our coms go nuts, i turn it off, i have had enough of listening to the sounds of my comrades die over and over again. I open fire and before the munitions hit the Hooman hive ship turns and enters hyperspace. He’ll be back.

Admirals Log 60. The Hoomans are back and it seems they have brought their entire fleet with them, My fleet has over 5000 ships of varying classes and the new solar cannon we built. Just a little closer, i oder the cannon to fire and millions of miles behind my fleet the solar cannon unleashes the power of the sun at the Hoomans. Then…wait? No this is not possible the Hooman fleet is moving and a new kind of ship is taking the lead…it’s huge almost the size of a moon and it is moving to intercept the beam. The solar cannons beam hits the new hive ship but…it does not do what they said it would. It is supposed to destroy the ship then the beam jumps tot the nearest ship and destroys that one and so on. But the ship is…is…absorbing it? the light is dancing around the hive ship and then suddenly fires from the tip, oh no it’s heading for one of the planets! It hit the planet the solar cannon was orbiting and it erupts and breaks apart. 20 billion souls all gone in an instant. Screaming I order to open fire, all 5000 ships unleash our firepower at the Hoomans, with so many ships and so many targets it’s hard to miss. The battle last only an hour. 

Admiral’s log , We’ve lost, our final stand began an hour ago, 3 thousand ships gone, in an hour!!! How could such a race even exist? I sit here reading reports of what their world is like, no wonder they turned out like they did out of all the worlds in the galaxy this one has to be the most hostile one. I’m not going down without a fight though.

Admiral Efre grabbed his rifle and locked his log in the hopes that it might be found by someone who could read it and remember the struggle the galaxy went through. Perhaps in a couple of millennia when the Hoomans have died out. The Hoomans were cutting through the door now, his soldiers all got to their feet and readied their rifles. The pride he felt for them, even in their final moments they were defiant, even though there was nothing and no one left to save.

The door blasts open and we open fire, like before the Hoomans shrug off our shots like they were pebbles, a few go down but it doesnt stop the others. The run into us and…and? They’re not killing us By the Maker they want us alive! Are they going to eat us? One grabs me with its gloved hand and forces me to my knees alongside my soldiers and another enters like the others of it’s kind inside a sealed suit. It lowers itself to look me in the eye and raising a visor to show it’s face.

They’re disgusting, their faces…the proportions are all wrong and only two eyes? How could they see so well with only two eyes? The nose is pitiful in size I can only imagine how strong it was. And the skin, it looks wet like oil, is it acid?

Finally it speaks and the words put the chill of death into me.

“We were only trying to say hello”

Thinking about Taylor being online without showing it, I realized why she doesn’t like many posts anymore.

The reason why is she knows that whenever we see she liked a post, we’re going to go crazy on the self reblogging and the caps and for her it’s just a sea of people jumping and waving at her wanting to be the lucky one.

Meanwhile, when we think she isn’t online, we reblog our friends, we tag people, we make inside jokes and we post whatever we like.

And I think for her it’s so much more interesting and fun than seeing people posting their face to try to have her attention - no matter how sweet this is. By logging on silently, Taylor wants to know the real us and if it isn’t a beautiful thing then I don’t know what is.

The Serpent Or Me - Part 2 (Bughead/Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader)

Jughead has never cared about fitting in, as long as he has Betty and the gang he knows he has his place in Riverdale. However, Southside High has brought him an odd comfort and new friends very easily. The serpents have taken him under their wing, one in particular y/n has started to show him how things work in the gang. Jughead starts to grow a fondness for y/n that feels uneasy, he’s stuck between two worlds. Where or who should he choose?

Part 1

Characters/Pairings: Jughead x Betty (Mentioned), Serpent!Reader,

Warnings: Kissing, one swear.

Word Count: 1441

Originally posted by colespro-use

Y/n’s POV

Time for another day of sub-par education at Southside High.

I parked my bike up and looked up to the entrance. A familiar pair of eyes connected with mine. That would be my new friend and the latest addition to the gang, Jughead Jones. He gave me a slight wave, distracted by the phone call he was taking. As I got closer, I could see a smile spread across his face. In the few weeks I’d known him, I’d not seen him that happy. I wondered who was on the other end of the phone call.

‘…I gotta go, I’ll text you later. Bye Betty.’ He put his phone away as I approached.

‘You look happy? You feeling okay?’ I joked.

‘I had a moment of weakness. Back to sarcasm and misery now.’ He smirked at me. The bell rang for first period. I gestured to the doors.

‘Shall we? English is just calling our names.’

‘Yippee.’ I raised my eyebrows at him. We walked into school and did the usual check through security. The joys of going to a school with criminals. Yes, I occasionally came under that category but we’re not all gun crazy.

‘Hey, I know you’re a sucker for Shakespeare.’ I teased.

‘Keep that on the down low. Remember I’m supposed to be some scary serpent now.’ He noted, with a hesitant chuckle. We reached the door of our class. I winked at him.

‘Your secret’s safe with me Jughead.’ He gave me a sly smile, his hand scratched the back of his neck.

‘You can call me Jug you know, most of my friends do.’ It’s wrong that I thought of the Serpents first, but they’d be happy to hear this, I was progressing quickly. Jughead had started to trust me and that could only mean good things for the gang. I nodded at him, smiling back.

‘Okay Jug, time to help me understand A Midsummer Night’s Dream, cause I have zero clue.’ He rolled his eyes at me before we headed into class.

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Escaping Plan

 Requested by anon: Suicide Squad imagine? (Before they were all sent to Belle Reve) You’re Digger’s “partner.” He planned on getting rid of you like anyone else, until you both were spending an evening planning a heist on a particularly tricky joint. (Jewelry, bank, you pick) The escape plan you come up with quite quickly is clever, one that he never would’ve thought of, and your backup is to sacrifice yourself. He now thinks of you differently. Thanks! I love your writing!  

 Pairing: Captain Boomerang X Reader

 Word count: 1.003


 You speak fast, giving him all the coordinates from the tunnels underneath the jewelry. Digger’s face is quite funny. It’s the third time you try to explain him your “perfect escaping plan”, but he still can’t keep the directions in mind.

 "No. It’s too complicated.“ He puts his pen down, staring at your drawing on the small table. "Don’t get me wrong, luv, but I rather just shoot everyone and get out." 

 "I know, but it’s not that simple. This is easier. We’ll be miles away when they find out.” Digger never trusts your sense of direction, even though it’s your superpower. You never get lost. Never. Getting lost just doesn’t happen, somehow you can feel exactly where you are and know exactly where to go. But no, no tunnels for Digger.

 "Ya’re crazy. We go, we do what we do best. We fight our way out. It’s decided.“

 As he gets up and heads to his bedroom, you sigh. It’s hard to push him into something. Goldsten Jewelry is well protected, and there’s a police station just around the corner. A huge police station, the bigger in town. He can’t be caught again, this isn’t an option. Without giving too much thought, you pick your cellphone to record a message, just in case anything happens.

 "Hey, Digger. It’s (Y/N). If you’re hearing this message, I’m dead.” You joke, just to make this a bit easier. “Just kidding. But if you’re hearing this it means they got me. You wouldn’t follow my clever plan, so you tried to fight your way out when you know Arkham is your fate if you’re caught again. So I decided to follow my own plan. It means I’m saving your ass. Right now I’m probably in prison already, hoping to not be transferred to Arkham.” There are tears in your eyes, but you manage to keep speaking. “It’s just that I know I’m just another piece for you, in these games you play, but still I fell in love with you. Maybe this decision will make me a hero. A hero for you at least. Anyway… I just… I love you.”

 You end the message right before hearing his footsteps behind you.

 "Who were ya talking to?“

 "Nobody.” Drying your tears, you get up, hands on your hips. “Let’s go. This is going to be a crazy night.”

 "My favorite.“ Digger’s dirty smile makes you feel a bit better, so you just take your bag and follow him out the apartment.  


 "Are ya sure it’s safe?” He steps inside through the back door, carefully looking around.

 "Yes. I turned off the alarms. It was pretty hard, but…“

 "I know, luv, you took one hour to do it.”

 "You’re welcome, honey.“ You sarcastically say, pushing him as you walk fast, opening your now empty bag. "Let’s do it quickly.”

 "As you wish.“

 He can’t help but take a look at everything before deciding what to steal. But he ends up taking anything. Your bag is too heavy now, and you can barely carry it. So you just sit there, enjoying the silence and Digger’s voice as he talks with the diamonds.

 ”(Y/N)! I found somethin’ for ya.“ He yells and throws you an expensive necklace made of white gold, decorated with sapphires. You smile at him, putting the necklace on your bag.

 That’s when you hear it, someone breaking through the front door. Digger takes his backpack and runs to you. Taking your gun, you hide behind a huge wooden table, Digger by your side, checking his own gun.

 "Best part of the day.” He says, laying his gun down at taking something from his pocket. “Here. Get us outta here, luv.” It’s your drawing, the map.

 "What? We can’t. Now, we do have to fight.“ You take the paper and throw it away. "You’re an idiot! Now take your gun and do something.”

 The footsteps were getting louder, and you know they’re too many.

 "I heard your sweet message. Not losing ya.“

 "Not losing me? I heard you talking to God knows who. You were planning to dismiss me after this. Like an old toy you don’t want anymore. Now, I’ll be the stupid girl who sacrifices herself for a stupid guy. Get up and run, you bastard!” You were trying too hard not to scream, and now your throat hurts. Digger is confused, trying to understand everything you just said.

 "Ya like me, don’t ya?“ Digger’s smile is back, those eyes sending shivers down your spine. Before you can even think about a good answer, he pulls you into his lap, his lips crashing on yours. You don’t even try to resist. Sadly, someone finds your hide spot and you have to shoot him.

 The first death is always a problem. Digger pulls your bag and kicks it away, taking you by the hand.

 "Tell me where to go, luv.”

 "Let me lead the way then.“ You push him and start to run.

 Everyone knows how to get to the tunnels, but it’s pretty hard to get out. They were built many years ago, before the city that now hangs over it. The policemen are coming, his footsteps are louder thanks to the tunnels. Digger won’t stop talking, but you ignore him, turning left and right and left again, until everything you can hear is yours and Digger’s breath.

 "Where are they?”

 "Lost.“ You stop, looking at the sides. "They’re too far from us, I’m sure. There’s no way they can track us or hear us or…”

 "Self-sacrifice isn’t somethin’ villains do.“ He speaks all of a sudden, forcing you to face him in the dim light.

 "I know.”

 "Ya’re in love with me, huh?“

 "Maybe. Why did you kick my bag away?” You ask him, hoping to change the subject.

 “'Cause I don’t care about it. I care about ya.“ You feel him stepping closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Ya won’t go anywhere.”

 "I don’t believe you.“

 "I will make ya believe, luv." 

Sore Loser

WOW WOW WOW It’s been a long time coming but I’m back baby! This is a request (an old one and I’m very sorry about that) but anyway I figured that the first imagine back should be a Sid one since the cup and everything. (I’m still bitter, I was really rooting for the preds) Anyway here you go! 

Warnings: some swearing 

Word Count: 1100

Originally posted by puckducky


Your usually rowdy living room was quiet as you turned off the television. The Penguins had just lost…again. Just like every team in the NHL the Penguins were going through a drought. But being the current Stanley Cup champs that drought came with a lot more backlash than usual. And your husband, Mr. Perfect Sidney Crosby, was not taking this lightly.

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Yes - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 8)

Part 7

**Word Count 2,824

It’s been a few months now and you were starting show a little baby bump. If Harry had a hard time keeping his hands off of you before, he was having an even harder time now. Any chance he got, his hand was on your belly and it wasn’t even that big at the moment, but he still cherished it any chance he got. 

In the mornings and late at night, he would sing little lullabies to the baby in your belly because he read in one of his books that it was good for baby’s to hear the sound of their parent’s voices. 

One night you two were laying in bed, music was playing softly in the background. You were leaning against Harry and his hands were on your belly running his fingers up and down. 

Tomorrow was going to be a big day for the two of you. You had a sonogram scheduled and it would be the first time that you’ll have seen your growing baby. 

“Are you excited for tomorrow?” You asked. 

“I’m so fucking excited,” he smiled. “We get to see our little baby for the first time and I can’t wait.” 

“It’s definitely going to make it seem real, if it doesn’t already,” you giggled. 

“Maybe tomorrow we could go shopping for some baby things after the appointment? We can make it a day all about the baby?” He smiled. 

“I’d love that,” you smiled. “I know we won’t find out the sex of the baby for another few weeks, but I can’t wait to find little outfits and toys.” 

Harry smiled. “I’ve been trying so hard not to just buy everything before now,” he joked. 

“You’re going to spoil our baby so much,” you giggled. 

“Oh, don’t even act like you’re not going to either,” he scoffed. 

“I never said that I wouldn’t,” you laughed. 

He laughed and kissed your head. “We’ve come a long way these past few months,” he whispered. “It’s hard to believe that we weren’t even together four months ago.” 

“I know it’s crazy,” you smiled. “I feel like we never were even apart. We just picked up where we left off. Like we hit the pause button and press play a year later and it was still in the same spot.” 

“Maybe that was what we needed all along, you know,” he said. “Maybe all the other times, our break-ups were still too fresh when we got back together, so the hurt was still there and just any little thing sent us over the edge again.” 

“Maybe so,” you nodded. “But I’m glad we’re good now. We’re happy and in love, with a little baby getting all ready to come into this world.” 

“I love you,” he whispered. 

You smiled looking back at him. “And I love you,” you whispered. 

**

The morning of the doctor’s appointment was a little crazy. Both you and Harry had woken up almost two hours earlier than you really needed to for the appointment, so you decided to get in a little bit of a workout and some yoga before getting in the shower. 

You two were both nervous and excited and just couldn’t wait until you were able to see the baby. You were nervous because you hoped everything was okay with the baby and yourself. 

Once you two were ready to go out, you decided to stop for some breakfast, since you still had a good hour before your appointment. Harry noticed that you seemed quiet in the car, so he took your hand. 

“You okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I’m just nervous,” you said. 

“I know,” he nodded. “But the baby, everything is going to be okay. You’re doing everything right, you’re eating so healthy, and working out. You’re not stressing, you’re taking your prenatal vitamins. You’re already being the best Mummy.” 

You smiled. “I really hope our future son or daughter believes that.” 

“Of course, they will. They’re gonna be so damn lucky that you’re their Mum,” he smiled. 

“And they’re so lucky to have you as their Daddy,” you smiled. 

He smiled widely and kissed your hand. After breakfast, you two headed to the doctor’s office. You filled out some paperwork and then they took you back. They took your weight, blood pressure, and some blood before taking you back to the room. 

Harry helped you onto the bed and they laid you back. They pulled up your shirt, revealing your little bump, causing Harry to smile. They put a little towel in your jeans and set everything up. 

“Normally this gel is a bit on the cold side, but we’ve warmed it up a bit, so let me know if it’s too warm,” she said. 

You nodded and Harry grabbed your hand. The lady poured a huge amount of gel on your belly and used the little wand to move around. You and Harry were looking at each other waiting until your baby hit the screen. 

“Okay, so are you ready to see your little bundle of joy?” She asked. 

“Yes,” you both smiled. 

“Well, then take a look at the screen,” she smiled. 

You and Harry both looked over and both supported the biggest smiles on your faces. 

“And to make it even happier here is the heartbeat,” she smiled. 

As soon as the sound filled the room, you and Harry teared up as you watched the baby that you and Harry made together moving around on the screen. 

“That’s our baby,” you whispered. 

Harry let out a little sob as he wiped at his eyes. “This is so bloody amazing,” he whispered. “We made that.” 

You giggled wiping at your eyes. “Yeah, we did, didn’t we.” 

“Everything looks great. The baby is growing on time and the heartbeat is strong,” she said. 

“See baby, I told you everything was going to be okay,” he smiled kissing your head. 

“Would you like to take some copies home?” She asked. 

“YES! We want as many as you can give us,” Harry smiled. 

She laughed. “I’ll get those printed out and be right back,” she said wiping the gel off of your belly. 

“Thank you,” you smiled sitting up. 

She leaves and you look over at Harry. “I didn’t think I’d be that emotional,” you giggled wiping your eyes. 

“Me either,” he smiled. “There really is a baby in there,” he giggled kissing your belly. “Ew.. there’s still some gel on there I think.” 

You giggled and the doctor came back with the photos and the two of you headed to the car. 

**

Just like you and Harry said the night before, you both went to some baby shops after the appointment. 

“These are so adorable,” you giggle holding up little baby shoes. 

“I can’t believe their feet are so tiny,” he said. 

“I know it’s hard to think about how your feet used to be that tiny,” you laughed. 

“A lot of things used to be tiny and aren’t so tiny anymore,” he smirked. 

“Ew,” you said. “That comment was not necessary and there are children around.” 

“They’re not going to know what I’m talking about,” he laughed. 

“Yeah, well because of you, they’re gonna ask their parents,” you said. 

“You know that’s going to us one day,” he said. “That baby in there is going to ask us where babies come from and other uncomfortable topics. We should probably figure out how we’re gonna handle that.” 

“I think we have a few years before we have to worry about that conversation,” you giggled. 

“Kids grow up fast Y/N, it might be sooner than you think,” he joked. 

“Especially with having you as their father,” you laughed. 

“Hey!” He laughed. 

“Anyway, I think we should get these,” you said holding up the shoes again. 

“Whatever you want baby,” he smiled. 

You ended up picking up a few things and took them to the checkout counter. When you looked outside the window of the shop, you noticed there was one guy with a camera across the street. 

So far, nothing has been reported regarding you being pregnancy, which was mostly because you hadn’t been showing. But you knew that now you were showing, it would only be a matter of time. 

You just didn’t think the first time they might notice is when you and Harry were in a baby store. 

“Don’t worry. We have plenty of friends who have babies, so it’s not all that odd for us to be here,” he whispered. 

“I know, but I’m starting to show. What if it they pick it up in the pictures?” You asked. 

“You could hold the bag in front,” he said. “And stand on the side away from them.” 

“That could work,” you nodded. 

He smiled giving you a quick kiss and paying for the items. He handed you the bag and took your hand as you both went outside. You were going to grab some lunch next, so you decided to walk to a cafe that was nearby. 

You could tell the guy was following you two, even though he was all the way on the other side of the street. You were starting to get annoyed, mostly because you were hungry, but also because you didn’t want him getting any closer and seeing your belly. 

You and Harry didn’t want anyone beside your close friends and family to know about the baby. It wasn’t anyone else’s business and while you both loved your fans, this was something you two wanted to keep private until you no longer could. 

“You know we’re really going to have to figure something out once the little tot is born to keep them safe from all of that,” you sighed nodding over at the pap. 

“Oh, I’m already looking into it,” he said. “No one is going to be making money off of our child. It’s one thing taking photos of us, but our child is another thing.” 

“I agree. I mean I’ll be sharing some photos on my social media, but I’m not going to just flaunt them in the public eye like that,” you said. 

“Completely agree. It’s one thing when we chose to put photos of them out there, but not anyone else,” he said. “I’ll be okay with family posting their own photos, but not anyone else.” 

**

Later that night, you and Harry went back to his house. Even though you were pretty much living with Harry now, it was still technically his house. He bought it, renovated it, and decorated it all himself. A part of you felt a little weird and more like you were just having a long sleepover with your boyfriend, but it was still new, staying there and gradually having your things shipped over. 

Since you were on your feet all day, you wanted to get out of the jeans you were wearing and get into something comfy and prop your feet up. As soon as you walked through the door, you went up to the room and took off your jeans and blouse from that day and grabbed one of Harry’s shirts to wear. 

That night was a no pants night because you just wanted to let your tiny belly breathe. You went back downstairs and saw that Harry had already started working on the pizza. 

You had been craving pizza, so Harry suggested stopping by the store and getting things to make your own pizzas at home. One it would be fun to have a little interactive date night and two because making your own would be much healthier for you and the baby than going to the local pizzeria. 

“So, I propose we have a little challenge,” he smirked. 

“Oh, and what’s that?” You asked. 

“See who makes the better pizza,” he smirked. “We have all the same ingredients to chose from, but we switch it a bit and see which one is better.” 

“But how are we going to determine that… of course we’re each going to say ours is the best,” you said. 

“I have an idea. We label the plates and put a slice on each and then we blindfold the other or something and switch the pizzas around and then try them like that,” he said. 

“Oookay,” you laughed. “I guess that could work, but either way, my pizza is going to be the bomb.” 

“Oh, it’s on,” he smirked. “It’s so fucking on.” 

“Language around the baby,” you gasped. 

He rolled his eyes. “Says the one who was practically screaming it over and over again just last night,” he smirked. 

“Oh, shut up!” you blushed. 

He laughed and pre-heated the oven before walking back over to the counter and setting everything out. 

“Okay, ready?” He asked. 

“What is this going to a timed-event?” You laughed. 

“Yep, 10 minutes to prepare, just in time for the oven to pre-heat,” he said. 

“That’s more than enough time to kick your ass,” you smirked. 

He rolled his eyes. “Ready, set, go,” he said setting the timer on his phone. 

Since you weren’t exactly a sauce type of girl, you for went the sauce and grabbed a bunch of herbs and garlic powder and sprinkled it on top of the crust. Once you were done with that, you patted them into the dough before adding some cheese and toppings. 

When the timer went off, you both took your pizza’s over to the oven and put them. Harry shut the door and you grabbed a marker and a paper plate before writing an H for Harry’s and the letter of your first name on the bottom. 

It was time to take the pizza’s out, so Harry got them out and let them cool for a bit before cutting them into slices. He put his slice on his plate and yours on yours before mixing them up a few times over and over again. 

“Blindfold or no?” He asked. 

“I’m starving, so no,” you joked. 

He laughed and you both took a bite of each slice. 

“The one on the right,” you said. 

“Yeah, lots more flavor,” he said. “Let’s see which one it is.” He picked up the plate and saw it was yours. 

“Duh, it’s mine because mine didn’t have sauce on it,” you smirked. 

“You cheated!” He gasped. 

“Not really, you said it yourself that it was better,” you smirked grabbing yourself another slice. 

He mumbled something before grabbing a few more for himself and the two of you went over to the couch and sat down. You propped your feet up and turned on Netflix. 

“It’s my turn to chose what we watch,” you smirked and put on your favorite show that you’re binge-watching. 

“Yay,” he mocked. 

You stuck your tongue out and the two of you finished your pizza before cuddling up and watching a few more episodes before calling it a night and heading upstairs for bed. 

Hot Fiancé/Husband

Written for: SPN HWC - Week 7

Prompt: “Stop filming me, moron!”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1842

Warnings: AU, Tooth rotting fluff, language

A/N: Okay here’s another installment to the Hot Neighbor series. I may have an idea for one or two more but I really love this little series. Tags are at the bottom and all images were found online and do not belong to me. As always feedback is appreciated and thanks for reading!

Summary: During the brother’s yearly weekend Vegas trip they invite you and Jess along this time, but Dean has something planned that will change things forever for you both as a couple.

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      “And here we have the beautiful goddess that is my girlfriend sleeping the day away,” Dean smiles before turning his phone back to his face. “I kind of wore her out last night so I only have myself to blame.” Dean chuckles turning the camera back to you as your eyes flutter open to see him filming you.

      You groan pulling the covers up over your head, “Stop filming me, moron!

      “Now Princess, you don’t mean that you just want coffee,” Dean puts the phone down and grabs the coffee he brought back for you. “Come on sweetheart I’ve got your favorite.” He pulls the lid off allowing the hazelnut aroma to hit you.

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AM I CRAZY ORR...IS THIS REALLY JUST ANOTHER CRUSH

BRACE YOURSELVES THIS MIGHT BE LONG!!

i love this blog sooo much /and the storytimes make my day i thought I’d share mine!

This is a story about a guy and a girl. It all started sophomore year of Uni (Im a senior now!!!) So it was the beginning of the semester and I was in one of my classes for my major. In the beginning i would sit in the back because I would show up late because my other class was on the other side of the campus. As class began to settle I would notice this guy looking at me. mind you he sits in front of me.. The way the class is set up theres a small front row that is towards the door on the left side leaving a space in the middle separating the other side of the class(majority) on the right. Behind both sections is where i sit. So it was very awkward sort of because it was very noiticable. whenever someone would speak with the prof. that was in my section he would turn his whole body to look at me-not the person who was speaking but to me.

This carried along for several days. And randomly throughout the class he would “stretch” and when he did he would look at me as he would do it. Thats when i notice his face. He was cute!! I mean really cute! In my head i was thinking could this be it Jesus is this the man I am suposed to be with!. After class ended i noticed that we leave in opposite directions but somehow always meet in the middle and cross paths with one another but  he never says anything! But yet he would continue to stare at me in class!?! this made me so mad! Thats when he started pooping up at the cafe at the same times as me. theres two cafes at my school the old one which noone goes to(desert town) and the new 24 hour one.

I go to the desert town one its practically empty. One day I went to grab some pizza and I could feel someone staring at me when I turned around it was him! He was sitting down. It was so weird, but i just brused it off because at this point i was over the situation lol. the next day i went there again this time he was early with his friends and when I was approaching them to get something to eat he started  talking louder. I think to get my attention idk. But what he said is what tripped me out. something I forgot to mention is that I would bring red powerade to the class that I had with him alot.

Fast forward to the event he said :Hey man stop taking all the RED powerade".  Maybe it was a coincidence? He kept laughing (loudly) like to the point that alot of ppl were staring but soon as I left it was quiet. Junior year came and it was move in day for the new semester. I heard a man yelling at for his son but i didn’t think nothing of it.  but the guy kept yelling when i turned around it was HIM. he was moving in the building across from mine! nothing happened though i never saw him until 3 weeks in and it was at the cafe. this time i was like you know what enough is enough!! I’m going to talk to him there must be a reason we kept crossing paths. I mean I was going crazy maybe he was just shy.

Then i thought to myself that’s a lie bc when hes with his friends he joking around smiling or whatever. so anyways i told myself if i saw him again i would speak. I was at the burger station and i felt this presence behind but i didnt turn around. Then he spoke and i knew it was him. but guess what guys he didnt speak to me he spoke to the person in front of me!!!! So i asked him didn’t we have a class together or something (with a cute smile)?? trying to make small talk and he couldnt even look me in the eyes! He said idk and smiled and left. i was like really buddy really???  i was soo mad! This guy had me thinking about him for awhile and i thought maybe he liked me or maybe it was all in my head. 

After that i saw once more i was getting on the bus and he was getting off. I told myself to forget about him bc maybe it he didnt like me! I never saw him at the cafe or anywhere else. The beginning of Senior came I went into the science building to give something to my friend. I went on the elevator to leave the building. Soon as i got off i he was getting on. We made eye contact until the door closed. And i haven’t seen him all semester trust my i tried. I let it go. If its Gods will maybe one day our paths will cross again.

One of Those Fears

BestFriend!Archie x Reader x BestFriend!Jughead

Request: Can i request a reader x Archie and jughead where they’re best friends and they’re super close. y/n has a huge fear of dentists but she needs to go and she’s scared so jug and archie help keep her calm and they make her go even though she doesnt want to because its for her own good? just fluff and some angst please thank u

A/N: Second fanfiction is here!! So Y/N does have a breakdown but it’s mostly Archie helping her. I feel like the ending was kind of rushed but I really had no idea what else I could write. Anyway I hope you enjoy this!

Word Count: 1211

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, anxiety attack

Summary: Y/N has a fear of the dentist and her yearly checkup is now due.

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[Femslash February]: On Wheels

so apparently there are people that think that alyanette isn’t canon? lol whut ok what show have you been watching? so to mitigate this bullshit, my pink square for the Femslash prompts will be devoted to Alyanette :)

get ready for a week of these ladies, my gentle doves, and hopefully you non-believers will start to see reason (lol a bi girl can hope)


Day 8: On Wheels (Alyanette)

Words: 1597

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Previous: Frenemies] [Next: Flowers]


“Marinette, I’m like ninety percent positive this is against traffic laws.”

“Ssssshhhhhhh. Shush. Hush hush. None of that.” Marinette had her finger pressed against Alya’s lips as she prepared herself to give the same monologue she’d already given five times. “Traffic laws should never get in the way of two girls trying to live out their teenage romcom fantasies. This is in all of the movies. Why would the media promote something so romantic if it was illegal? It just doesn’t make sense, Alya.”

Alya snorted. “You…do realize the media lies, right? Like, this is the same media that tells us that love at first sight is real and that your future wife is a barista at some coffee shop out there somewhere.”

“Um, excuse me, I fell in love with you at first sight and nobody is stopping you from working at a cafe so that I can flirt with you and we can get married.”

“Marinette, you cannot ride on my bike like this,” Alya said in between laughter. ‘You’re gonna bust your ass and then I’m going to have to carry you home.”

She shrugged. “I’m not seeing the problem here.”

“Okay, if you’re going to be sitting on the handlebars, I can’t see around you. We’ll crash.”

Marinette gasped. “But I’m literally the tiniest thing! You could easily peek around me. And besides. I can be your eyes, just trust in the power of love.”

“Marinette, you’re going to die. We’re going to die. Adrien and Nino are going to have to explain to our parents that we died because you wanted to relive some American movie you watched last night.”

“Ahhh! Don’t you do that,” Marinette said, tapping Alya on the nose. “You watched the movie and said, and I quote, ‘That was the most adorable thing I’ve seen to date.’ I’m riding on the handlebars of your bike and we’re going to look adorable as heck and everyone is going to be super jealous.”

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Stress ~ Derek Hale

HERE IT IS :D Sorry for the waiting time Darling, forgive me if you can :D I had some issues with my chrome book (Useless thing) but it works again so I can start writing again. Sorry for everything. Sorry for making you guys wait so long for so little. Enjoy~

Request : Could you do a Derek Hale 4 and 15 please. Thank you!

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” and “So, I found this waterfall…”

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I didn’t know if the massage was supposed to be giving to reader or Derek so I just did something. 

You sighed as he still wasn’t home. It was often that the pack needed Derek. Every night you waited for him to come home, you would notice him being more relaxed but also that something was bothering him. He would never say what bothered him and would try and convince you to go to sleep.

The front door made small noises when it opened and you looked up with a smile on your face. “You are home earlier than I thought.” Derek chuckled. “It’s a miracle.” It came out teasingly. He gave you a soft kiss on your lips and you smiled brightly. “Derek, can you promise not to be mad?” His eyebrows went up slightly. “Depends on what it is.” The black haired male sat next to you on the sofa and laid his arm on your back.

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Vacation(F)

Requested by @ftinxmirx


 “That’s a wrap!” The director yelled. You’ve just finished the final filming for your new movie, “Double Agent.” Everyone starts cheering and someone brings out a cake and champagne. Someone comes up behind you covering your eyes. “Guess who,” he whispered in your ear. You immediately recognize the voice. “JAY!!” You yell excitedly, “What are you doing here?!” “I wanted to surprise you and congratulate you on finishing your movie,” he smiles, “and I got you a gift…” You looked at him shocked, what could it be? You weren’t expecting anything. “What is it?” You asked. “You’ll see when we get home,” he smirks. He ushers you back to finish the small party. How can you focus on the party now when all you can think about is the gift.

The whole ride home you get even more anxious. “Can you give me a hint?” You ask with a smile. “Nope,” he says popping the p, “It’s a surprise.” You groaned. This is why you didn’t like surprises, you always got so anxious. Finally pulling into the parking garage  you hurry out of the car and grab Jay’s hand, barely letting him lock the doors, and run towards the elevators. When you finally reach your floor, you’re running, once again, to your door. Jay jogging behind. You quickly push in the code, swing the door open, and take your shoes off. You immediately start looking around for anything out of the ordinary. “Baby, you’re not gonna find it,” he says with a huge grin on his face, “Because it’s in my pocket.” You glare at him. Why did he make you wait if it was with him the whole time? “Well what is it?” You ask a tad bit annoyed now.

He reaches in his pocket on the inside of his jacket and pulls out an envelope and hands it to you smiling. You open it and pull out two plane tickets to Jeju Island. Your jaw drops, bit quickly turns into a smile. You look at the date,  “We’re leaving tomorrow?!” You squeal excitedly. “Yes. Now let’s go pack. We’ll be gone for 5 days.” He says pushing you towards your bedroom. You’ve never taken such a spontaneous trip before.
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Arriving at Jeju Island all you can think about is all the places you want to visit. You seriously can’t stop smiling which is making Jay smile. In the cab on the way to the hotel you look through a brochure of the island when Jay suddenly leans over to whisper in your ear, “We should go to Jeju Loveland.” Jay snickers at his own joke earning a smack on the shoulder. “Are you crazy?” You ask raising an eyebrow. He just laughs at your reaction and resumes looking out the window. By the time you’ve settled in it’s already dark out so you decide to stay in for the first night.
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With only two days left on the island you realize you’ve been to several places and done lots of things but there was one thing you really wanted to do. Go to the beach. You decide to go to Hamdeok Beach. It’s a nice day, but not nice enough to actually get in. So  you just walk along the shore barefoot and holding hands. There’s a nice breeze blowing off the water. “Oppa! Take a picture of me,” you say to Jay as you let go of his hand and pose in front of the water. You raise your hands above your head and squeeze your eyes shut as Jay snaps the picture. Then you ask an older couple to take a picture of you a Jay together in front of the water. Today was a great day you think to yourself as you head back to the hotel.

Back at the hotel you and Jay take a nice, long, relaxing shower and lie on the bed after drying off. You decide to post the picture of you and Jay while Jay posts the picture of just you. When you get on Instagram you realize you haven’t even been on it all day. You get a lot of notifications saying you’ve been tagged in a photo. Clicking on the photos you see it’s photos of you and Jay at the beach with captions like “Goals” “They’re so cute! I hope they’re together forever😍"  “Jagi are you seeing all of these pictures from the beach?” Jay suddenly asks. “Yeah they’re actually pretty nice. I didn’t even notice these were being taken. It’s a little embarrassing to see ourselves being so lovey dovey,” you suddenly blush. Jay wraps his arms around and rolls on top of you kissing all over your face. “I love when people see us being lovey dovey. They can see how in love we really are,” he smiles down at you kissing all over your face again and then moving down to your neck. “I love you,” he whispers into your neck, getting comfortable. “I love you, too,” you whisper back kissing his head.

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ABC’s of Nyongtory: S is for...

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Nyongtory x Reader (Poly!Triad)

Synopsis: Staying in and Safewords

Warnings: Smut, in the second half only. Very, very NSFW and 18+. As usual, it is separated with a line of asterisks. So if you don’t want to read (or shouldn’t be reading) the explicit content, please stop at that line. There is also just a tiny bit of guy on guy in this chapter.

Author’s Note: I am finally freaking finished with this chapter. Hopefully the length feels rewarding for those of you who have been super kind and patient while real life wreaked havoc on my writing schedule. Thanks, so much! (Also, please be sure to read the note at the end if you read the second half.)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

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Staying in

The first few weeks that you spent at home after spontaneously quitting your job were fun. It was almost like a mini-vacation, even though you didn’t actually go anywhere. It was nice to wake up when you wanted to, have a leisurely breakfast in your pajamas, and then do whatever the heck you wanted to with the rest of your day. You had read, caught up on dramas that you had been meaning to watch, thoroughly cleaned the entire house, and you’d been able to do a lot more cooking for you and the guys.

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The Virus (Extended)

***Logs of the late Admiral Elfre”

Personal log 1. I got accepted into the coalition military only as a simple deck serf my main duties are cleaning the vents of vermin that somehow make it onto the ships and breed. I also run messages, it’s good exercise but most of the officers don’t even look at me, I’ll show them I’ll make admiral in not time.

Personal Log 6. After helping engineer Lopya with the engine after being stuck in dead space for nearly a week I was promoted to bridge officer, I mainly work the coms console but it is a step in the right direction, i cant wait. 

Personal Log 8. One of our explorer ships has found a new planet, this one is apparently unique and has all our scientists really excited. Not sure how it is unique because I always thought every world in the galaxy was unique but apparently this is one is special. My colleagues are talking about nothing else I might actually keep an eye on the com traffic to see what the fuss is about.

Personal Log 9. Well I read some of the com messages ( I know I’m not supposed to but curiosity got the better of me) and this new world everyone is going crazy over is apparently the only world which can truly be classified as a “Dead World”  But life is not only surviving apparently its thriving. They think their might be intelligent life there, even if the air is toxic and the plant life poisonous and Maker only knows what the animal life is like. I shudder to think of what could survive there.

Personal log 13. The explorer team has gone missing, they were researching a new animal that lived in huge hives and it is believed the creatures may have discovered them. Not sure how I thought they were using this new cloaking technology that makes them invisible? Could these creatures see through it?

Personal Log 14. Workload today was insane, more com traffic than ever, our fleet is being redirected. But on the bright side if I make a good impression the captain might put me on course for deck officer level 2? I can only hope.

Personal Log 16. I’m not sure if this is good or not but our fleet has been chosen to search for that research team that went missing, why we should when we are an explorer fleet not a military fleet. I mean, we only have  handful of actual soldiers on each ship, but then orders are orders.

Personal Log 17. I think I may have made a mistake, the captain wanted a coms officer to go and record to rescue and like an idiot I said I’d do it before I truly thought about it. I’m going to a “Dead world” to find people. I want to live long enough to have wife’s and spawns I don’t want to to go somewhere where i might die. Well I can’t back out now, at least Major Jesa gave me a handgun to use in  case.

Personal Log 18. We landed on the planet at the researchers last known location, we found their base, it was hidden inside one of the hills over looking a herd of fluffy animals that made off “Bahhhh” sounds as they saw us. They were not hostile luckily, we assumed they were prey animals, wee went off to complete our mission. We found one of the trackers the researchers use sot hey don’t get lost, it was badly broken so the log could not be accessed, we bagged it kept on.

Personal Log 19 The nights here are cold, really cold. We set up air tight tents so we did not have to sleep in our suits and even with the heaters we were all shivering. Private Getr joked this was worse than the time he fought against some snow like monsters on a world going through an ice age. i could tell he was not joking, i hate this place.

Personal Log 20. Private Getr’s suit was split yesterday, some plant that has spikes cut his suit and he died in moments, he never had a chance to even seal the split. A pair of his comrades volunteer to take him back to the shuttle and off they go, we are three men down. 

Personal Log 21. The rain, so much rain, I mean it’s not unusual for water to fall from the sky but this is just crazy, we all agree not to out today.

Personal Log 22. We saw the natives, or at least what we think are the most dominant natives here. There were three of them, small and running around in one of the fields playing I think, is that playing or were they fighting for dominance? they were quite small and talked to each other in odd clicking noises. Then the older appeared, far larger than their young, they appeared out of the trees not far from us, then one of them started sniffing the air, no way could they smell us could they? We quickly left before we were discovered. But not before we saw the Hive, it was larger than any city I have seen, how many of these creatures were there.

Personal Log 23. Finally some other sign of the research team, an tent, only one but it’s a sign. We call inside but there is no answer, we slowly make our way inside and find what we feared we would.  A body, His skin was the same as privates Getr’s when his suit split, he was holding a note though all it said was. “Run!”

Personal Log 27. Well I’m glad that’s over with and i can get back to my life, that world is now off limits to everyone now and is under strict quarantine level 10. The first planet to get that level. They even named it Kila, apparently it means death in one of languages spoken in the coalition.   

Personal Log 30. Since my mission to Kila I have gain more responsibility and just yesterday they are giving me my own ship!! It’s only a snall support ship with a few hundred crew but I’m excited. Captain Elfre, i like the sound of that.

Captains Log 36. I’M BORED!!!! This support ship gets almost no mission, all we do is patrol and help the larger ships move into formation, I want a bigger ship!!!! Or at least something to break the boredom.

Captains Log 38. A whole quarantine fleet went missing a couple of days ago, I instantly knew which one before i even heard the planets name, it was Kila. By the Maker have they made it off the that planet? More fleet are being directed and we are on standby if we are needed. I have a feeling we will be.

Captains Log 40. We are needed, the fleet is heading to the quarantine Kila zone.

Captains Log 41. The quarantine is breached the creatures have built ships and a lot of them, these hive ships were scanned and found our own technology on board. They are using our warp drives, did they figure out of they were built? How? Are these things sentient? We take up position to bar their path and we simply stare at each other, we send message after message to try and open a dialog but there is no response. Then over all our coms, a noise like screaming, is that Getr? Are they in my head? Only one word is truly heard. Hooman, our enemy has a name.  The Admiral orders us to open fire and we unleash our weapons upon them, huge pulse cannons and missiles with enough yield to scorch a planet. Nearly all miss. How could they miss and those that hit seemed to only cause minimal damage. Wait are..their ships healing themselves? We scramble to reload and open fire again but the Hoomans fore first, we don’t recognize what kind of weapons they are using but they cut right through our armor, the flagship goes down having been hit by three separate enemy ships. The other captains are screaming orders or trying to regain some kind of control, I shout over the coms that I cam taking command and order the retreat. The war against the Hoomans, has begun.

Captains Log 50. The Hoomans are spreading and spreading fast, every engagement is the same, they break into real space, our coms go haywire and our fleet gets wiped out. We need a different strategy.

Captains Log 54. I have been given command of a new battleship, it is to be the new flagship of a invasion force into Hooman space. Our scientist have theorized that the Hoomans work on a hive mind command structure and if we wipe out the their main hive world Kila the rest will fall into chaos. I don’t know how they can know that as to my mind no Hooman has been captured alive or dead. But I am eager to go on the offensive for once.

Captains Log 55. Our first victory!!! We engaged the Hoomans on the edge of their space and wiped them out, we left the planet as we needed to save our resources for the homeworld but it felt good to drop a few nukes down there. We can do this, we can win!!

Captains Log 57. The Hoomans never seem to run out of ships, we have assembled the largest fleet in the galaxy and that has got their attention, their advance into our space has halted. I have their complete attention, and that terrifies me.

Captains Log 58. We lost half our ships in the last battle and the flagship is heavily damaged we have taken refuge in an asteroid belt to make repairs but the Hoomans are looking for us. They always know where to find us, they always know.

Captains Log 60. I can only engage the Homans one more time before I have to retreat and i am nowhere near their homeworld of Kila, they always seem to have more ships. The last engagement were boarded by them, I have seen every kind of species in the galaxy and we are all different, some are fast, some are strong, some are smart and so on. But never have I seen a race like them. They only have two arms and two legs which is the lowest number of any rce and it seems to work to their advantage. I saw on the security cameras our soldiers fight them in hand to hand and the Hoomans just danced around them. They moved like water and hit like avalanches, our new directive was never to engage them in close combat, you’d never win. Not that shooting them seems to work either, my bridge was breached by them and i shot one in the head with my pistol and it barley flinched, if it wasn’t for a guard with a blaster i would have been dead. Sadly that moment of saving my life cost him his own, he was hit my one of their weapons and his whole body evaporated. Not sure what is a worse way to die, being touched by one of these things or shot. This invasion is over, I’m ordering the retreat.

Captains Log 62. 2 months, that was all the time I bought while invading their space and once more they are on the offensive, consuming world after world and terraforming it so only they can live there. Trillions are now dead and how much further will they spread before they burn themselves out.

Captains Log 65. Our leaders are panicking, the surviving races are merging all their resources in some attempt to turn this tide. Our pleas of surrender and mercy go unanswered except for the usual response of the com screaming. But on some lighter note I go promoted to Admiral, my life long goal was achieved only because my predecessor shot himself when his homeworld was consumed by the Hoomans, his mate and youngling did not make it of world in time. They now expect me to win this war for them, I don’t know if I can but I am going to try.

Admirals Log 1, My first engagement as an Admiral with the race known as Hooman has ended in our utter defeat, we exited hyperspace right on top of them and they reacted as if they knew we were coming. Are these creatures just super fast or can they see the future? We retreated to Elixal Prime but my few remaining ships will not be enough to hold them off for long. I have already began evacuation but there are not enough ships, they will be here soon,

Admirals Log 5, Elixal Prime is lost, the moment the first of their hive ships arrived we had to abandon any hope of rescuing the population. I can only imagine what horrors they will face. We heard their screams over the com as we left.

Admirals Log 13. I have implemented a scorched earth policy, any world we cannot protect or have to retreat from is scorched to make sure they can’t use it. It will slow them at least.

Admirals Log.16 It did not stop or slow them, in fact it made terraforming the planet for themselves easier so we have abandoned that tactic.

Admirals Log 22. They are spreading faster now, faster than we can track them its like a damn has broken and their entire race is now searching for new worlds to consume. Do they eat their worlds? Is that why they are expanding? for food?

Admirals log 29 the Hoomans have conquered half the galaxy and there are too few of the surviving races with the ships to even try and stop them. Some are talking about surrender. How could we? These creatures are so deadly that even one setting foot on a planet spells disaster as if their whole body was made to house millions of viruses. My old friend was touched by one once, I’ll never forget what happened to him. His skin burned and fell off he bled form every part of his body, his screams, they still haunt me.

Admirals Log 40. Me and the other admirals have agreed that this war cannot be won, we have but one hope, all the survivors of the coalition have gathered in one system. There are only 50 billion left out of a population of thousands of trillions. But our scientists have built a war winning weapon, a huge beam cannon that can destroy fleets. It is very experimental as if uses the power oft he sun to fire. The plan is to use it to defend against the Hoomans in this system indefinitely, let them have the galaxy surely they will let us have one small system?

Admirals Log 50. I was wrong about the Hoomans letting us live here, because here they are, but there is only one hive ship just sitting there watching us. My ship is placed directly opposite it, Im sure i can take on one ship but I know, that silently out there, his friends are watching. Once more our coms go nuts, i turn it off, i have had enough of listening to the sounds of my comrades die over and over again. I open fire and before the munitions hit the Hooman hive ship turns and enters hyperspace. He’ll be back.

Admirals Log 60. The Hoomans are back and it seems they have brought their entire fleet with them, My fleet has over 5000 ships of varying classes and the new solar cannon we built. Just a little closer, i oder the cannon to fire and millions of miles behind my fleet the solar cannon unleashes the power of the sun at the Hoomans. Then…wait? No this is not possible the Hooman fleet is moving and a new kind of ship is taking the lead…it’s huge almost the size of a moon and it is moving to intercept the beam. The solar cannons beam hits the new hive ship but…it does not do what they said it would. It is supposed to destroy the ship then the beam jumps tot the nearest ship and destroys that one and so on. But the ship is…is…absorbing it? the light is dancing around the hive ship and then suddenly fires from the tip, oh no it’s heading for one of the planets! It hit the planet the solar cannon was orbiting and it erupts and breaks apart. 20 billion souls all gone in an instant. Screaming I order to open fire, all 5000 ships unleash our firepower at the Hoomans, with so many ships and so many targets it’s hard to miss. The battle last only an hour. 

Admiral’s log , We’ve lost, our final stand began an hour ago, 3 thousand ships gone, in an hour!!! How could such a race even exist? I sit here reading reports of what their world is like, no wonder they turned out like they did out of all the worlds in the galaxy this one has to be the most hostile one. I’m not going down without a fight though.

Admiral Efre grabbed his rifle and locked his log in the hopes that it might be found by someone who could read it and remember the struggle the galaxy went through. Perhaps in a couple of millennia when the Hoomans have died out. The Hoomans were cutting through the door now, his soldiers all got to their feet and readied their rifles. The pride he felt for them, even in their final moments they were defiant, even though there was nothing and no one left to save.

The door blasts open and we open fire, like before the Hoomans shrug off our shots like they were pebbles, a few go down but it doesnt stop the others. The run into us and…and? They’re not killing us By the Maker they want us alive! Are they going to eat us? One grabs me with its gloved hand and forces me to my knees alongside my soldiers and another enters like the others of it’s kind inside a sealed suit. It lowers itself to look me in the eye and raising a visor to show it’s face.

They’re disgusting, their faces…the proportions are all wrong and only two eyes? How could they see so well with only two eyes? The nose is pitiful in size I can only imagine how strong it was. And the skin, it looks wet like oil, is it acid?

Finally it speaks and the words put the chill of death into me.

“We were only trying to say hello”

Turbulence

Alex wasn’t used to flying. This was going to be his second time on a plane and he was still really nervous about it. Sure the lead cans were supposed to be safe, but his nerves didn’t seem to let up. It didn’t matter how much he tried to justify it to himself; he couldn’t get over the fact that he didn’t feel safe. He’d preferred to drive home but there was no way he’d make it in time for work the next day. Alex stared vacantly out the window as the other passengers boarded the plane.

“Mind if I sit here?” a girl asked. Alex didn’t even realize that someone else was talking to him. She’d probably asked him a few times already. He looked around nervously trying to regain his composure.

“Uhhh… Yeah. Sure. I’m traveling alone. So I don’t need that seat. I only need this one. So… yeah. You can sit there and I’ll sit here. Yep.” His mind went blank as he realized he was still talking. He didn’t even know what he was saying anymore.

The girl just smiled softly. “Ahh… So you’ll sit there and I’ll sit here. Sounds good. Name’s Clara.” She stuck her hand out to shake.

“Huh? Oh. Alex.” The frightened man shook Clara’s hand. He felt like his body wouldn’t sit still.

“Little nervous?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. Nervous. I don’t really like planes. They just seem like metal death traps and this is going to be my last day on earth and I get to spend it hurtling down at like a million miles per hour surrounded by complete strangers all screaming in pain and terror as the world comes closer and closer until we eventually go splat.” Clara laughed as though it was a joke. Alex couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious, ‘She probably thinks I’m crazy.’ He shrugged his shoulders trying to play it off. “So I’d say, ‘a little nervous.’”

“Yeah? Couldn’t tell.” She obviously was joking right? He had practically been shaking when she sat down. “But you don’t need to worry about it. I’m sure the pilot will get us there safely.” Clara was very confident about this. It eased some of Alex’s nerves. He was being a bit dramatic. “So are you going home or away?”

“Home,” Alex replied.

“Oh really? So you were on vacation. No, that can’t be right. Let me guess what you were doing. I’m really good at guessing.” It wouldn’t have mattered even if Alex wanted to interject. Clara seemed more than happy to keep talking to him. At least it helped him get his mind off the plane ride. “You were in a weightlifting competition! I bet you won too.”

“Huh?” It caught Alex completely off-guard. Did he really look like someone who lifted weights? Well that was probably a trick question. Everyone always said he was a really big dude but he never felt like it. He just never felt like he was that big as he wanted to be. Sure he had to look down at almost everyone he met, and his arms were the size of most of their head, but he still never felt like he was that big. “How could you tell?”

“Besides your massive shoulders leaning into me?”

“Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to,” Alex apologized. He turned to his side trying to make himself smaller. It wasn’t very effective.

“Nah, I get it,” she had such a kind smile. “Big guys like you need a lot of room. I really don’t mind if you don’t. Probably why you’re a little nervous too. Planes aren’t built for guys like you. They’re way too small. I’m not even sure how you fit on here. Your head probably scrapes across the ceiling.”

Alex blushed a little bit. She was right. Planes were way too small for guys like him. Not that he was too big. It’s just that everything else was too small. “Yeah. They just don’t know how to make stuff for normal sized people,” he joked.

The plane was already starting to descend. Alex hadn’t realized that the ride was already over. It was so much smoother and faster than he’d expected. “Thanks for talking to me,” he smiled. “Just glad we didn’t have any turbulence.”

“Handsome guy like you could easily go through life without much turbulence.” Clara smiled slyly as she got up from her seat.