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porter hugh maduro. thirty two ⋅ father ⋅ oil engineer ❝ so i think that you could benefit from being more direct because I kinda need a signal or something to that effect. i get it might be hard for you discussing this subject. let me ask you these two questions, and no answers incorrect. ❞ var sc_project=11825239; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="4bebb024";

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SOFIA VASQUEZ.

Considering she was still establishing herself as a personal trainer in Kingsholm, her schedule was rather empty. As a result, she spent most of her shifts at the front desk of the gym. She was glad she was attached to the gym and thus wasn’t dependent on specific paying clients to earn a living. Besides, it was fun to help the beginning gym-goer who was still learning the ropes but wasn’t quite prepared to pay for frequent personal training sessions. 

When someone approached the desk, she looked up and offered them a polite smile. “Welcome to Run The World. How can I help you today?” The standard phrasing was a remnant from her days of working in LA. Where they’d found it very necessary for her to announce the name of the gym whenever welcoming any guests or clients. 

In all honesty, munching on remaining Halloween treats had gotten to Porter unexpectedly. Here and there, he figured a few candies wouldn’t kill him. Yet, when he decided to scale himself, which was an idiotic decision on his behalf, gaining two pounds by horrible food choices caused him to realize running helped out but he needed to make a change. It wasn’t like anything was simply affecting his figure. He kept everything toned and in pristine condition because running was his excuse to get out of his house whilst music blasted in his ears and he got lost in the moment. It was still something he intended on doing but additional help was useful. It was time to invest in a personal trainer. 

Nestled in a winter coat, feeling as the frigid winter temperatures starts to take it’s toll around town, knowing it was a short walk to Run The World but better safe than looking like an idiot wandering around the streets in comfortable clothes for working out but warm as well. Entering into the establishment, he sighed as he was greeted by the front desk, his digits resting on the counter and gazing over the general area, “Hi,” he breathed, clearing his throat. “Uh, I think it’s time I start to invest in a personal trainer. I guilty gained two pounds from the Halloween treats which didn’t get taken hostage by the kids and now I regret every moment of me snacking. So yeah, this is why I’m here.” A full life story and explanation to explain toward the woman over why he was here. This had been the most words Porter had spoken to a stranger.  

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James Lafferty photographed by Amanda Elkins

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LEON JACOBSEN.

         Leon couldn’t help but laugh at Porter’s words. “There’s surely worse things than having to share me with my wife, right? It’s still the best bromance Kingsholm has to offer,” he joked, even though he never thought he’d say that word out loud one day. Shaking his head slightly, he quickly added, “I did, too. Couldn’t have thought of a better best man than you.” Porter was one of the reasons his wedding had been as great as it was, and Leon was still thankful for that. He didn’t know if he would have managed to get through it so easily without him. It had been one of the best days of his life – not only because he got to marry his wife, but also because he got to spend it with his best friend. His speech had been amazing. The laugh on his face turned into a full-fletched smile when Porter stated he’d stay. “Yes, man! That’s awesome. We’re totally going out to a bar, get drunk and explore Kingsholm like in the old days.” He grinned, reaching over the table to gently nudge Porter’s shoulder in excitement. “Of course, Porter. Camping sounds awesome. I’m going to shift my schedule at the hospital around a little, one weekend shouldn’t be so hard to get. We bring beer and some s’mores and it’ll be awesome.”

         “Dude, of course. I’m busting your balls a little bit. You know how much I love the wife. The realest bromance in Kingsholm and this will be the last time you hear me use bromance ever again,” he declared sternly, feeling like a millennial as the word rolled off the tip of his tongue. There was no desire from his behalf to insert this word into his vocabulary. “I killed that speech. Everyone was asking me how long I prepared but in all honesty, don’t tell Maisie, but I did it on the spot.” Of course, Leon had to know Porter had a way of doing certain things at the last of the moment mentality. Though, he saw how his impromptu speech carried well on Leon’s wedding night. The rest of the evening was spent in their well nature partying and celebrating the new couple with all of their loved ones. It was the most love Porter had experienced in one setting but it can’t be blamed due to how else would you celebrate matrimony. It was contagious over the nature of another person’s reaction over how it enlightened a slouchy Porter by being around his best friend and experiencing his contentment. “We can still kick it like the kids. We’ll show them what’s up. Name a time and place, I’ll be there.” And he wouldn’t even be late, he’ll be right on time for his best friend. This is what he called dedication. Playfully rolling his hues once Leon nudged his shoulder, “Great. All of the traveling, which don’t get me wrong, I liked it but camping, I’m a sucker for it and I need to get out and enjoy some nature. Plus, you need a break and I’m sure the wife wouldn’t mind a weekend away from you,” he joked, playfully winking toward the other. “Consider it a camping party.”

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AKSEL FREDRIKSEN.

Aksel tapped his fingers against the table, cracking a genuine grin at Porter’s words. His parents had never made him feel like he wasn’t doing enough when it specifically came to school, in fact they always pushed him and supported him through all of his educational endeavours. Anything far from the Silver side of the world his grandpa had tried to teach him about was preferable to them, especially when it was a subject like science, which was a sphere founded on facts that made sense in a human world. His mom never hesitated to tell him how well she thought he was doing and his dad was similar in his own gruff, monosyllabic way, but there was a different and unique sense of validation that came with hearing it from someone like Porter. He thought Aksel would do incredible things; his parents were just happy he wasn’t doing preternatural things. And his brothers, well. They were happy in just telling Aksel about the things they, themselves, were doing. “Shit, dude,” he said, huffing a small laugh. “Thanks.” There was a short hesitation after Porter asked what that next step in his research was, as if Aksel was gauging the seriousness of the inquiry. He knew a lot of people found the stuff he did boring or dense or whatever; he didn’t much care about that, but it also left him somewhat wrong-footed when anyone outside of his program asked him to further explain what he was working on.

“I guess most of the stuff we’ve done up until now has been theoretical, you know? Hypothesizing. But the past few weeks we’ve been able to apply what we’ve been looking into. So, uh, that’s designing and investigating bioactive polymers capable of, like, selectively killing bacteria.” He ran a finger along the condensation on his water glass, waiting in vague amusement for Porter’s eyes to glaze over in the familiar way most people’s did. “But our approved proposal was to use a newer polymerization technique called photoinduced electron-slash-energy transfer. And uh…” he trailed off, realizing he had spoken more words in the past minute than he had for the majority of the day. “Yeah. You know, boring shit. But it could become an international collaboration, if we keep going down that road. Since other universities have used the technique before, or tried to.” He cleared his throat, the half-smiled again. “How’s things with you though, man? You don’t wanna hear me talk about fuckin’ antimicrobial resistance all night. Not exactly a super cheery topic.” 

One thing Porter always allow to show around Aksel was his endless support toward his younger cousin and his decisions. People needed to hear it. The older man wasn’t a saint himself as he simply struggled with quite a bit of things when he was younger but reflecting on his achievements and being someone, no one major as Porter thought low of himself, but someone at moments, he was proud enough of himself for that. Not necessarily always proud of himself seeing as he lacked a human decency and logic on handling any given situation with grace because the easiest solution for him was running and disappointing any human who came in his path. That was a discussion for another time but Porter knew of his faults. He didn’t want to corrupt the moment of where he was proud for his younger cousin and all he was achieving at such a young age. A chuckle slipped from his lips, scratching the back of his neck out of random habit, “Yeah, it’s no problem. I figured you should know.” Over how proud Porter happened to be about some good things going forward with someone’s life. Even though, he knew more of happiness revolved around things outside of school, he put a supportive word in there. Yet, curiosity simply got the best to him as he questioned Aksel what was next in it for him.

Though, there was no lie as Porter listened carefully, his oceanic hues widened in a deep fascinating and a state of confusion as his cousin explained everything to him. Constantly throughout the explanation, the older male found himself nodding, catching glimpses of an understanding here and there but everything was fascinating even if he didn’t know where to begin and voice his thoughts. “Well, shit,” he spoke up after everything, mind racing from everything that he just learned as he chuckled. “I sure did learn something today but this is a process.” Which, was the easiest way Porter could simply form the words as he snapped his fingers, mouth corners raised quite naturally. “Far from boring shit but it’s a lot of information to learn about and remember. It’s going to be intensive but I’m sure all will end up well on your behalf, Aks. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it and can stand the patience.” The most optimistic but genuine thing rolling off of Porter’s brawny tone toward his cousin, nonetheless, he was attempting to show his supportive side even more. “That was the lamest thing I said. I got it out from a book in passing. Shoot me if I ever say it again,” he informed with a chuckled. “Fuck, things with me? Because things with me haven’t been anything but an emotional rollercoaster, to say the least.” Pausing his train of thoughts, digits gently playing with the beads of water rolling down his glass of water. “I’ve just been dealing with dad which there is always something going on with him. Doctors can’t seem to figure out what’s going on and it’s frustrating as ever. So, everything is up in the air. He’s a stubborn ass. My dad. I knew I got it from someone but fuck, that man is something.”

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ALEC MORGENSTERN.

         “Ear plugs?”, Alec echoed, unable to hold back a loud laugh. The mere image of him running around with ear plugs to avoid the words of a particular member of the Valdes family was hilarious, and it was hard not to laugh about it. “You know, maybe that’s not the worst idea, now that I think about it. I should probably carry one around in my bag at all times, to be prepared for the worst case scenario.” The likelihood of him doing it was slim to none though. Doing something like that would only upset Vera further, and he really didn’t want to do that. “I think we’d all love to go back in time and fix some things. Myself included. Seeing as we can’t, the only thing we can do is try and do better in the future. It just depends on whether the people around us are willing to give us a second chance.” Alec had always known he’d give Ava a second chance, no matter how much she hurt him by leaving him. He was simply too sure that they belonged together at the end of the day. But he also knew things between Nina and Porter must be a little more difficult than what had happened between the two of them. A smile pulled over his face, and he nodded. “Don’t worry. I won’t call the cops all that quickly – won’t ask any questions either. My couch is big enough. You just might run into Ava, just a warning.” She’d been spending most of her time at his place though, so the chances were high that the two might meed if Porter really showed up at his place at some point like that. “I’m sure the moment will come, man. You just have to wait for the right one. But I have faith in you.”

        “Right? It’s not the worst idea.” It had been something he pondered over once or twice before. Not in particularly not in the moment of the Valdes family but it was a suggestion if Alec never needed another outcome. “Always for the worse case scenario,” he commented with a slight grin. The idea and the flow of the conversation brought his humor filled side to the table now. Even if it could only last half a second before the serious turn of the conversation was a reminder causing Porter to sigh heavily, oceanic hues laying low at Alec’s words. “The endless possibilities of what if’s continue to roll through my mind. I know it will never happen but a man can wish.” He declared, sight flickering toward Alec beside him now. “I can only hope a second chance would be given. I’m not feeling too confident about it.” As much as Porter simply cared about Nina, even without his lacking use of words to declare what had been confiding in his chest for three years, it was the ringing of his behavior after running into her which felt pathetic and disappointing. Porter wasn’t the type to complain about things. Far from it. If this didn’t go his way, even after putting the effort, he couldn’t be disappointed but right now, he couldn’t do anything. He needed to fester in it and hope for another time to work to his advantage. “Mental note, try not to scare Ava in the middle of the night if I do show up,” lifting his index finger, tapping to the side of his head as he remembered. Mouth corner quirking at knowing things with Alec and Ava seemed further than what Porter expected. “Shit,” he breathed out, running a hand through his dark locks. “I never thought I’d hear those words ever.” It was the truth but Porter didn’t shy away from it. "Thanks for the reassurance. I owe you a lot for hearing me rant and whatnot.”

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OCTAVIA GUNDERSEN.

The horror on Octavia’s face faded somewhat, turning her attention to the voice that answered; her expression settled into something of disgust, reeking nothing but a bad mood in the contours of her skin. His response made her tongue click, a sigh of disapproval before she launched into her rant. “That doesn’t shock me at all — I know Halloween’s not a major commodity still, so the next holiday we have is Christmas and everyone’s just trying to make money off of it. But don’t they understand? By the time we get to Christmas, we’re going to be so sick of it after being over-saturated with food and clothing and thematic furniture… we’re not even going to enjoy opening presents with our families because it’s going to be like ugh, get it out of my face, I want to drink myself into a New Year.”

Porter happen to have his opinions on the upcoming holiday, Christmas, as it is lurking around the corner. Each and every day, he knew this year was going to be unlike any other in the past. Though, in his attempt, he’d still find himself attempting to go further and beyond with Christmas decorations and presents, which he hated because he never knew what to buy someone but he was going to attempt to be jolly. Right now, he was far from it, seeing as Halloween barely passed over them and the Christmas decorations were soon to jolly fill the small town streets. “As it shouldn’t,” he informed with a chuckle. “Presents equal happiness which also equals making someone happy because you thought of them long and hard enough to finally decide on a present. Or something along those lines.” He mumbled, huffing out a deep breath. “They say it’s the ‘thought’ that counts which brings Christmas occupying our minds for nearly two months.” Most of Porter would’ve keep to himself but even he had opinions over the early playing of Christmas music and a launch into a rant from the other brunette. “It may not be Christmas season yet but just thinking about it makes me want to drink.” 

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ASHER BOUCHARD.

Talking about her being a Silver, especially with a human was as difficult as it could be. Simply because Asher didn’t know what kind of reaction she would receive; people looked at her like she was a freak or finding her power with fascination - those were just some of the reaction that she stumbled across in the past. A part of her felt as though it was better if she kept that unknown most of the time, despite feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders whenever she had gotten the chance to reveal her secrets. During the travels that her ballet company brought her to, it was one of the few times when she felt the most alive. Dancing and letting herself engrossed with the narrative, becoming someone else and being in a place where she was surrounding by no one but strangers - it was always like a breath of fresh air to her. Although she was thankful that she crossed paths with Porter, and eventually led to him coming to Kingsholm and leaving after a while. Not that it mattered to her, because it always felt as though he never left simply since they kept in touch with each other. But having the secret known to the man wasn’t something she ever planned to do. Yet it was one of the few times where it actually turned out well. The fact that Porter didn’t take off out of fear was more than enough for her. “But…shouldn’t it be a risk I should take?” She asked, although she knew she was going to do anything but that. Her friend was right, she could risk her entire life she built for herself here, and maybe even worse. “I just feel like her parents deserves the actual truth. Not the one they’ve been spreading around town. I know I’d like that if I was in their position.” She said quietly, staring down at her hands as she continued. “I don’t know,” She sighed. “What if the council was actually behind it? They wiped their memories but what if they really try to cover up their tracks about Deborah?” She shook her head before her gaze softened at the mention of Porter’s father. She had been so wrapped up in her own problems that she had forgotten about her friend’s troubles as well. “How is your father? How’s being back in Kingsholm so far?” She asked with genuine concern, since she knew his homecoming wasn’t going to be easy for him. Although at his next words, a faint smile stretched across her features before she spoke. “You’re not the worst person to be stuck with, Porter. I hope you don’t mind the couch though. But I know you’re always here. You know that I’m here for you too, right? Not that I even need to say that out loud in the first place.” She nudged her shoulder against his, smiling lightly at him. 

The world of Silvers was something Porter understood because of his sister, Daniela, and how she was one as well like Asher was. These were two people whom he deeply cared about and naturally, he felt a state of protectiveness for both of them and the secret he knew about. He couldn’t imagine how it must feel for them. It crossed his mind a thousand times before over how it may be. But, putting yourself in someone else’s shoes wasn’t as easy as the quote made it out to be. So, he simply stood by both of Dani and Asher’s side even though understanding what they went through still was an every day process for him. Surely, there were more Silvers out there and roaming around Kingsholm but who knows what ran through people’s sick and twisted minds? The possibility of hunters existing wasn’t farfetched but he was hoping far from it in their little town. Who there more cities in Europe with lingering secrets through their civilians like Kingsholm had? Of course, he never uncovered them but he knew this task was to keep quite and be there, knowing nothing truly did scare him other than losing the people, who understood him midst of his abrupt departure. “I don’t know,” he began, leaning back against the couch, sighing slightly. “I wish I knew the easiest solution to this whole thing, you know?” Of course, he swayed with her understanding but Porter could feel walking around over how little people in Kingsholm knew about the supernatural individuals lurking around them. If they did, more would’ve been open in the clear to live their lives without fearing. That was far from the case. “As every parent deserves the actual truth when something happens to their kid,” he confessed from his opinion. “Maybe in the next couple of weeks? Someone will know something or to give them a peace of mind without exposing Silvers.” Was that even possible? Truthfully, he didn’t know the in-depth world of being a Silver. Porter only heard the brief context through his sister and Asher but it was still something mysterious. “The possibility of that could be possible. The reasoning for why they decided to be behind it? That’s another story. I don’t know how the council is like, so I can’t speak from experience or observation of anything strange happening.” It crossed his mind, even if he didn’t open his mouth. It felt like a complicated movie storyline. The discussion of his father had been one Porter opened more about, little by little, it still didn’t benefit him sharing any of his feelings and worries. “He claims to be okay. I’ll see how long that statement last till we’re back at the doctor. As for the homecoming, it could be better. I don’t know what to expect anymore on a day to day basis but I suppose that’s life.” A shrug rolled off his shoulders, knowing this had been his overall feeling since being in town. Everything was simply up in the air. Cracking an unexpected but confronting smile on his mouth corners, hues rolling at her next words but they were needed regardless of how much damage he could create. “Couch is perfectly fine. Plus, if I don’t get enough sleep, coffee exists for a reason, right? Oh, I always remember, Asher. I promise.” 

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VERA VALDES.

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Normally, Vera was a strictly by the books kind of woman. She didn’t tend to abuse her power, only harness what authority she did legally have to ruin the people’s lives that she had beef with. They usually deserved it in some fashion. So… yes, she’d looked him up and run his plates. Then, she’d found out where he frequented now that he’d returned to Kingsholm, and she’d waited. It was as simple as that. 

Stood behind the vehicle, Vera’s eyes grazed around the street slowly, looking out for any passerby or witness. This moment would be one of the very, very few she would make that could jeopardise her job. But if she did it quickly and correctly, there would be no living person but herself to tell the tale. Lifting a small butterfly knife out of her handback, she took one more grand look around the empty streets before she used the hilt of it in a firm fist to smash in his back tail-light. It cracked, it shattered, and it was loud enough to make a dog bark just next door so Vera quickly ducked to make sure she was concealed for a good minute. Just for the sake of it, and because she thought about how much she hated the guy, she also took a moment to scratch the paint at the back a little. Then, she went to the corner and waited for the pathetic excuse of a man to leave the building in which she’d watched him go into to discover the damage.

When Porter appeared in the doorway, Vera struck, making it look as if she was just passing by before noticing the car’s faulty break-light system. A ticket. Twisting to face him and looking barely surprised to see him, she pretended as if she almost didn’t know who he was. “How unfortunate.” She said flatly, “And in such an unusually nice part of town… Who would think to do such a thing?” Her tone however, clearly implied that she wasn’t concerned, nor did she empathise with him. “But unfortunately, that’s a safety hazard. And I’m going to have to give you a ticket for it. Do you have any form of identification on you… sir?”

If Porter wasn’t cracked up in a corner of a local café or at his father’s place, he was at his own home, doing chores like a grown up that he was, which last for thirty minutes before he realized how rare it has been since he’s been in his own home or how little of there was a mess for him to even fret about until another week. Things were uneventful as how quiet everything felt around him. He gotten used to the whole being in solitude long before returning back to Kingsholm. It only enhanced once wandering around the familiar town. The three people Porter associated with, hung out on a regularly, had own things to deal with and he couldn’t mooch off of them and their time. Today, he was supposed to drop by his father’s place for another appointment down at the hospital. A weekly check up after his last visit in the Emergency Room, he needed all of the answers but still, the doctors were struggling to even figure out what was the final diagnosis. 

An hour before the other mans appointment knowing he should get on his way, even though Kingsholm was a narrow town and getting to the hospital wouldn’t take him longer than a few minutes from his father’s residency, he preferred to be early or none at all. Most of the times, his father was too occupied with reading the newspaper or deeply fascinated with scrolling through Pinterest, looking up recipes, which Porter hadn’t told his father about, but the older man lived on his phone far more than his son for that matter. Nonetheless, he was prepared for a bit of a complicated hour or so with his father and reminding him over his scheduled appointment. Exiting his home, locking the small two-bedroom house front door behind him, he turned to walk down his sidewalk to witness a figure walking past a vehicle, his vehicle, right where he was headed.

Yet, once he got there, he witnessed the sight now. A faulty break-light system pieces crumbling underneath his feet as he started to inspect the damage causing an instant sigh, brows pinching together. The ringing of a familiar voice caused his hues to instantly tug toward the other, lips pressing into a fine line, “Who knows. You’ll be surprised with people now a-days and what’s going on. I guess I’m disappointed.” He mumbled mostly to himself, fixated on the sight in front of him. In such an unusually nice part of town was indeed correct, as Porter thought to himself. Standing there and acting as if he didn’t know the woman beside him, the strongest poker face was endured from the other. It was her next words causing him to shut his eyes, another suppressed sigh slipping from his lips, instantly reaching for his wallet in the back of his jean pockets. The most he could do was be cooperative with the law. “Yeah, sure, one moment,” he spoke up, digits fumbling with the identification card in his wallet, a new one with his residency due to him moving back to Kingsholm. “Here you go.... um, yeah..” 

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OCTAVIA GUNDERSEN.

She was just trying to get groceries. There was a distinct lack of instant noodles and tea leaves in her pantry, which needed restocking almost immediately or her life would fall apart and the world as she knew it would explode — or something like that without the melodrama. But as Octavia moved towards the register, she paused at the end of a line, curiosity but also morbid shock registering on her features as she looked for the speakers in question; tucking her hair behind her ears, she spoke, almost to no one in particular. “Is that Christmas music?”

There was a disappointing lack of Stella cidre occupying Porter’s refrigerator after coming back from his father’s place. It was his go-to alcoholic beverage to unwind an evening with, flipping from channel to channel in an attempt to find something worth watching before he decided Netflix was the route for the evening. The same motions would be followed through tonight. But first, his stop was at the local store to stock up on his alcohol and gather some food to attempt to cook later this week when he had the time. Perhaps, this would be his excuse to have his sister over instead of them constantly lounging at their father’s place, who demanded peace and quiet. It took him half a moment to register the jingle over the speakers was a Christmas melody, brows furrowing at the rather rapid transition between holidays. "It’s happening,” he mumbled to himself, sighing heavily. Hues flickering toward the woman who questioned, brows remaining in their pinched nature. “It’s expected though. I got a coupon for holiday savings already and Halloween had been still a few weeks away. A couple more weeks and the whole town will be in it’s festive self with twinkling lights and carolers.”

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“Kiss me you idiot.” (nina)

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They were complicated. Since from the first moment both of them accidentally met each other in a local Kingsholm bar near four years ago, nothing was uncomplicated for them. The way he was nudged in that precise moment, spilling the alcoholic beverage all over the brunette. It was  a jammed pack evening at the bar. There wasn’t anything special for the evening beside it being a Friday night. Everyone was off of work and treating themselves to a pregaming of a weekend buzz. Just like Porter desired to experience. Of course, a sharp response over his careless hands was immediately returned back to him. It took him half a second to be startled by the captivating beauty of the other and a lame attempt to justify the moment with a invigorating demeanor as if he hadn’t for the first time experienced a thump in his chest because of her. A secret confided in the walls of his heart to this day. It was something that made him get through his day but that moment was something brand new. It’s what made things refreshing for that point on. It was why the natural sway from their attempt of a classic, friends with benefit relationship turn into one with feelings and a dream of growing old with her. Even to this day, an older, not as wise Porter, stood by forever stunned by the beauty of Nina Valdes after constant incidents of accidentally running into her and making light of minor moments shared between them. The taller man stood there helpless in front of her after moments of silence engulfed them far too much to his dislike. 

There been few moments less where Porter hadn’t been attempting to get underneath her skin but remain civil for the sake of the emotions overtaking him at every beating moment. Allowing her to have the last word, as even the curiosity of Sophia further fluttered his mind. It had been something he discussed with Daniela in the past couple of weeks after running into Nina and the young girl attached to her side. The way Porter was able to look down at Sophia and feel something in his heart flutter. May it be the fact it was a once in a lifetime dream where Porter wanted to be a father himself. After all, the idea briefly crossed his mind with the woman standing near him, as he remained silent, helplessly staring at her as the words were barely forming on his tongue to explain why he decided to show up on her front doorstep unexpectedly. His mind wandered aimlessly, leading him to the one place where he’d never expect himself to appear since his return back to town. Every one of their encounters happened in public setting, though, keeping a hushed tone midst anger overflowing was the greatest challenge when Porter said things to purposely hurt himself further. Now, he was further aching with the pain and the deep regret of ever leaving her for the search of his mother to gather information about the woman who abandoned him, his sister and his father and brought this grand commitment and intimacy issues throughout their family. Words weren’t his strongest forté. Maybe in his wildest dreams, in the future, there was a part of him able to finally break those folds further against his chest and on his heart to let her further in to see the complicated mess of him. As soon as he wanted to open his mouth, oceanic hues having admired her helplessly in the moment but growing stunned by her next words.

                                                          “Kiss me you idiot.”

He didn’t need another moment to decide over whether or not this was the right decision. Everything he knew about it was all Porter wanted. If there was one thing he could do, it was put all of the effort of his feelings into a kiss. Instantly, he launched toward her, chilly hands finding and cupping her cheek as they instantly warmed his own hands, lips hovering near hers for a brief moment to catch light of how close he was finally toward her after all of these years, on-top of the weeks of their constant arguing. The spark and the desperation of his lips being against hers pressed against her plump petals. His other hand slithering on the small of her back, further pulling her body closer to him as he slowly lead them both into the warmth of her home, wanting to get out of the chilly Kingsholm autumn settling around them. Lips working against hers with passion and desperation for her to understand, to feel the emotions unbearable for Porter to express with words. The way he could remind her over how much she meant to him was by how everything overpowered in him in the moment. The way he found himself lost in the kiss, hues tightly shut as he desperately knew a catch of air was needed but he didn’t want to fall out of this moment. Not yet. He didn’t know how much time he had left with her before something else came up and there was an outburst between them. The last thing he wanted to remember between them was the beautiful erupting moment of their lips moving against each other, their bodies carefully roaming over each other with clothes present. As he felt the tightness for air filling his chest, he needed to part before once more, deepening and delivering the passion of the kiss before pulling apart, hues flickering open to catch a visual of Nina after the declaration of the kiss. Slowly catching his breath, his mouth corners raised toward the ceiling, as a glint of happiness twinkled in those oceanic hues, knowing it was a start to remind her over how much she continued to live on in his heart and how much she meant to him. It was a start to something more.  

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“I think I broke it.”

sentence meme.

“Broke….. what?” The elder Maduro child had been far too focused on the reading in front of him, nothing too impressive but just about the ever growing pace of technology, as he found himself nested in their father’s home. It was his sister’s words which instantly caused him to differ from the jumble of words near the end of the article. Hues locked into a tight shut, sighing heavily after he wasted nearly ten minutes reading. “That article is fucking awful,” he declared, having instantly forgotten what his sister shared with him. “I felt like I just read an article talking about which phone company should I invest my money in? The argument of iPhone and those Android phones have been going on since 2012. Why was it necessary in this article?” Pushing himself off the couch, dropping the magazine on the coffee table as he finished off his rant. A huff of breath fell off his lips, wondering why there had been silence from his younger sister’s behalf. “Dani?” He spoke once more, wondering if everyone had left the house. Their dad decided to dip out for the evening to play poker and told his kids to do the same. In all honesty, he didn’t really want to go anywhere.. not even his home. Though, he could easily throw himself into work which he fell off the bandwagon and grew distracted from focusing on it. Entering into the kitchen, he saw the back sight of his sister remaining still, causing him to take position right beside here. There rested the cookie jar from their childhood. The last remaining piece of their mother which dragged on with them from each move.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s broken,” slipped right off, having always been the type to cuss in any given situations when kids weren’t present. He was the best of figure when it came to figures. Asking him for advice? Truthfully, that should’ve been something that crossed someone’s mind to trust Porter with helping them with advice in their life. Though now, he had never expected the last chapter of their mother to remain on the floor. The item from their childhood had remain off on the counter, even touching it felt like a burning sensation underneath his fingertips. It was truly the end of the other woman’s appearance in the world. The same woman who shook up his life three years ago, going around Europe in attempt to mend the broken pieces of his families life. For all three of them to finally move forward from her disappearance nearly two decades ago. To get answers and to stop living in the commitment fears which unfortunately ran through their family. Part of him was relieved it was gone. He didn’t have anymore words to say to the woman but he didn’t know how Dani would handle it. She knew where he disappeared to for three years but did she understand? Would she gladly move on? He cared about her feelings but also, he knew they all festered in their mother’s mess for years too many. At this rate, their father was crippling but he was attempting to hide it better than any of them on top of his recent illness. “Good,” he was lifted from silence, oceanic hues bouncing toward his younger sister. It was a straightforward response, careless but this was his mood constantly. “I’ll take the blame if Dad asks what happened to it. But, it’s about fucking time we’re getting rid of her fully.” Falling into a deep web of silence, he bent down and started picking up the large pieces which the vacuum wouldn’t be able to pick up.

After he gathered them, he tossed him into the garbage before standing up, once more shooting a look over Dani. “We’ll just buy another one?” It wouldn’t replace what their mother burned in their hues. But, it was close enough. It could possibly take their father a few day to properly realize or maybe he’ll never comment in the first place. With his older brother instincts, naturally cleaning up the mess and taking the possible blame was everything Porter was willing to do in the moment. Though, as he took a moment to stand and collect what happened, his arm wrapped around his sister, pulling her into a side embrace before sighing. “I know I suck… with talking about my feelings and whatnot. Doesn’t mean you have to ever be like that.” Lingering for another moment longer, he sighed before in his typical nature, he attempted to find humor in the moment. “Should we just start breaking things in dad’s place to lessen the blow? Remember that Christmas dish he’s been obsessed with since we were kids. One he always served turkey on? I think he found it at a flee market or something like that. It’s so fucking hideous. I’m not artist but I know how to critique. And, it’s fucking awful.” Playfulness was evident through his tone, brows bouncing in a joking manner but if Dani dropped the word right here and now, he’d search to add another disaster of a piece disappearing in their life as well. Two hits in one day, as he thought. 

[rpmememaker]

Sentence Meme sentences

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Are you sure they won’t find out?”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?”

“Be mine.”

“Do I know you?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you remember this?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Don’t go.”

“Don’t let me die”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Explain yourself.”

“For you, I would _____”

“Give it back.”

“Give me another chance.”

“Have you ever even done this before?”

“How drunk are you right now?”

“I already regret this.”

“I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“I could kill you!”

“I dare you.” or “I dare you to _____.”

“I didn’t do it.”“

"I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you.”

“I have to go.”

“I just want to cuddle.”

“I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you.”

“I miss you so very much.”

“I missed you.”

“I need a drink.”

“I need a hug.”

“I never really loved you.”

“I owe you.”

“I think I broke it.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you. ”

“I think I’m forgetting something.”

“I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you.”

“I want to be yours.”

“I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”

“I’ve never heard that one before.”

“If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?”

“It was me”

“It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes.”

“Just go.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Just let me die.”

“Just relax.”

“Just what did we do last night?”

“Kiss me you idiot.”

“Kiss me.”

“Make me.”

“Marry me?”

“My Parents don’t know”

“My parents know.”“

"Never again.”

“Nh, don’t be so rough!”

“No, that can’t be my baby.”

“No! You can’t die on me now!”

“Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!”

“Put. The. Weapon. Down.”

“Shut up and listen.”

“Take responsibility.”

“That isn’t mine.”

“That looked easier on TV.”

“That sounds painful.”

“That was a bad plan.”

“That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

“They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar.”

“This stays between us.”

“Truth hurts, don’t it?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“We need to talk.”

“We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected.”

“What are we doing here?”

“What are you afraid of?”

“What are you touching?”

“What are you?”

“What do you need?”

“What happened to you?”

“What have I done this time?”

“What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Where did you find this?”

“Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?”

“Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?”

“Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am.”

“You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!”

“You coward.”

“You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!”

“You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!”

“You mean everything to me.”

“You owe me.”

“You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!”

“You’re all out of ____.”

“You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me.”

“You’re pregnant and It’s mine”

“You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.”“

"You’re under arrest.”

[ellenripleys]

[portermaduro]

SONYA FALKENRATH.

“Stranger Things? That movie with the children and cannibalistic clown?” Sonya tilted her head. There were so many television shows and movies to keep up with these days. Often times, Sonya kept to herself and stayed in her own world with her books and experiments. “Steve Harrington? He does not sound familiar to me though…” She looked up at the sky, trying to scan through her memory to figure out who the person was. “Hawkins also was not in the movie with the clown…” She was beginning to think it must have been another movie that she was thinking of. Sonya looked down at her costume and smiled when he asked about how it came to be. “An Angel of Death,” she said. “There was one in Germany who killed over a hundred patients. Perhaps I take some inspiration from him…Although he had a less bloody method of killing his victims, so perhaps my costume is not fully accurate.”

“Oh hell no,” instantly Porter inserted his opinion, a bit of distaste filling his mouth. “That’s the film IT. You know, the one with a remake and that’s coming out with a new film.” In the process, the dark haired male pulled out his phone, having the imagine of the actor, Joe Keery on set in his attire with the baseball bats pulled up now to show the other. Flipping the phone in his hand, showing what he was attempting to look like. Of course, his hair wasn’t as grown out to pull the Steve Harrington look but close enough. “Maybe, this will help make some sense,” he commented through patience. Surprisingly, he was never the type of individual to talk to people unless it was on his accords. It was the eve of Halloween and he wasn’t in the mood to urge with anyone. “The town in the IT film was called Derry. It’s easy to get them flip flopped. Both in the same era and the contexts are similar, sort of, but you know...” he trailed off, shoulders shrugging as he failed to fill in anything after that. Head tilting toward the side, brows pinching together, waiting till she finished off before he commented, “Wow, inspiration from him? Huh, cool.” Far from judging, though it was strange but there was no sarcasm through his tone but it was Halloween after all. In good spirits, no harm would be given toward the other.

[portermaduro]

SONYA FALKENRATH.

“What is it that you are meant to be?” Sonya asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she fully studied his outfit. After a moment of silence that seemed excruciatingly long to anyone else, Sonya raised her eyebrows and gave another eerie smile. “I know where I have seen this from. You are one of those Ghostbusters…like Bill Murray, no? You even have the jacket and glasses. But you have a bat instead of one of those laser guns. Are you a ‘zombiebuster’ instead?” Sonya wiped her face with the hem of her scrubs to get some of the blood off, but it had already dried onto her skin. She would have to spend time tonight scrubbing it off. She silently cursed herself for letting it sit for so long. It was one thing she disliked: having to waste ten minutes scrubbing off blood from her face and hands. It was a hassle if anything. “Thank you. I worked very hard.”

Had no one ever seen Stranger Things? He figured it would’ve been a dead giveaway from the effort with his costume including the baseball bat and his horrifying attempt of his stiff hair not even moving to a beat of wind. Arms crossing over his chest, his brows remained furrowed as silence was too strong on his behalf. “Zombiebuster?” he erupted after a moment, hues widening in the dim light before shaking his head. A sigh caused him to sigh, mouth corners resting downward, “No, great guess really. A cool name if no one else has thought about it or trademarked it. But, no, I’m not a ‘zombiebuster’ necessarily”. Porter declared before bringing his bat beside his feet, glazing at his slightly before focusing on her now. Strange enough, he was in a calm state of mind. “Ever seen Stranger Things? I’m dressed up as this character Steve Harrington. Yeah, he does hunt strange creatures in their fictional town of Hawkins but you had the closest guess out of everyone I ran into.” Which was the honest truth, seeing as it may have not caught people’s attention after two seasons of the show being on Netflix. Then again, Netflix had a wicked curse for international cities and made it difficult. Nonetheless, he binged the show within a weekend. Adult responsibilities, right? “You’re welcome. I can tell. Is there a specific type of doctor you wanted to portray or just everywhere the creative juices flowed?”