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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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SCP Scenarios: SCP 1678 (Unlondon) x Reader (REQUESTED)

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Requested by: @lilithisfurry

Ok, so I've done it!!! 😃

Before any of you say a thing, I know that there are 2 humanoid 1678s which are 1678-A (Bobbies/Policeman) and 1678-C (Wretch) and an avian type one (1678-B)

The one I'll be using is 1678-A (Policeman) because it takes too much time to write 3 versions of this SCP (But I might consider writing the other 2, but it's highly unlikely)

First Encounter

When you first met this humanoid, you were sent into SCP 1678 for some test

The police humanoid emitted a loud whistle as the speakers screamed ‘‘Police! Halt, criminal!’’

A couple of others who were with you attempted to shoot them with their guns but were quickly shown to be resistant

Luckily for them, they managed to plant some explosives which caused damage

The other 1678-As went in and attacked them which wasn't unusual because of their hostile nature

However, for you, one of them managed to capture you and ran

For some reason, it showed some interest towards you and warded off the other SCP 1678-As off from you

They seemed to understand that you were "marked" and left you alone

That particular 1678-A managed to get you out from harm and back to your foundation

The foundation staff did wonder what had happened and you told them everything with proof since you were wearing a bodycam

They've soon noticed that this particular policeman was softer towards you as you bandaged up its broken arm

Your feelings for him

After the incident, you were sent back down into 1678 for further research and you bumped back into the sane 1678-A

You only remembered that it was him because of its gesture and its unusual markings which distinguished him from the others

Somehow, you both were able to communicate with each other

The researchers realised that they seemed to understand human speech, mainly English, however, they seemed to understand other forms of European languages as well

Moreover, this particular Bobby also understood sign language and used it to his advantage to communicate with you, displaying some fondness for you

The researchers were reluctant to let you carry on with this test as they've noticed that you've reciprocated the same gesture

Let's just say that the researchers and the other Bobbies agreed to the fact that it was strange for you and that special policeman to be dating

His Confession

Over time, as you both became closer, he worked up the courage to sign to you that he cares a lot about you

And you've found that rather cute and returned the gesture

Which then made you both a rather unique type of couple

The other 1678-As were concerned and curious about this new relationship and so was the Foundation

The researchers had decided to borrow your newfound partner and took him to his new room (No, you've basically kidnapped him)

Needless to say, the other Bobbies were somewhat furious while others were glad that he's gone since he betrayed them for not killing you

Your new partner was somewhat homesick, so you've decided to paint some victorian style art for his cell

Date

From time to time, you both were shoved back into 1678 which just so happens to be the main place for you both to date

Some of his friends were relieved to see him and some would even offer you a hug

You obviously returned the gesture for being so flattering and because your man could finally get laid (NGL yall still be touch starved to the point you'd even date strange beings and objects)

Dates with this Bobby would be rather interesting

Like, he'd hold hands, but probably wouldn't start it during the beginning of the relationship because he's just shy (Just like everybody else here)

Since his face is all bandaged up, you wouldn't really be having many kisses

But he'll make it up with hugs instead

His fellow friends would probably enjoy bothering the both of you while you're there and would pull pranks on you both

If you both were in the foundation, you'd be chilling in his cell and talking bout your experiences in life (Not like you'd have much to say, get back to studying/work)

The researchers may poke fun of you both but would generally leave you both alone

When he gets jealous

Now, depending on who he's jealous of, he would react differently

If it was another fellow 1678-A, he would be slightly hostile and assert his dominance over the others

However, if it was a member of the foundation or anyone else that's not 1678-A for that matter, he'd be even more aggressive and would probably try and kill them

Unless you manage to stop him then it's fine

This Bobby would be slightly possessive because you're the only other person who genuinely cares about him other than his 1678 friends/family

If he sees you having a friendly chat with another person/SCP, he would wrap an arm around you just so the other person knows you're taken

I think over time he learns some boundaries so even if he is aggressive, he wouldn't just automatically send the dude you're with to hell

Unless that person is a crappy person then good for them

Yandere!1678-A

This yandere right here would literally kidnap you and take you back into 1678

He'd make sure that you would never find a way back into the foundation which does concern the researchers, so they send a group of D-classes and MTFs to find you

If he was feeling nice, he would let you wander around 1678 but he would most likely be next to or near you at all times

If he was having a bad day, he would tie you up in a random building and made sure that nobody can get in or out

Would most likely be even more hostile to everybody else around you

If you haven't behaved, he'd probs use something sharp to inflict pain on you

If you managed to behave, then he loosens the ropes around your arms, legs and neck

Probs would feed you tiny doses of 1678-D but only a bit because he's aware of how that affects the bodies of ordinary humans

Their younger sister

You and the other 1678-As would literally be families at this point or friends with the ones who are lurking away from the main area of 1678

And since you were rather new, you were treated as the younger one (That's also because you're the youngest one)

Would probably protect you from everything

You would be spoilt to death and wouldn't have to hurt a fly

One of the policemen would get you a 1678-B as your personal pet

And it's rather fond of you so it basically follows you around

Would most likely intimidate your dates if you have one

Even more so if they're a human/SCP from the Foundation

If it was another member of 1678 then they're more chill

However, if you were dating 1678-C, they'd be quite reluctant for you to be in a relationship with her but would let you anyways

When their kids say their name for the first time

Would 100% be crying internally and shocked

Like, it happened out of the blue since you both were just relaxing

Word would spread across the whole of 1678 because of this

And not because you both were a unique pairing in the first place

1678-A would try to teach your child some sign language in contrast to you who would teach them to communicate verbally

Most likely try and teach the kid to defend themselves and probably attack others

But you wouldn't let him because they were too young (Just like you lot!!! Shouldn't y'all be studying in primary or high/secondary schools?)

The other 1678s would literally yeet their way to meet the kid just so they can teach your child to say more words

And to swear of course

When his S/O is angry

Oh dear

If the foundation doesn't know any better, they'd just assume that all the Bobbies were the aggressive ones

And oh boy were they wrong

You were the one who needs a chill pill

Basically, some guy tried to hit on you and wouldn't stop

So you just casually gave him a taste in his own medicine

Which were a punch in the face and a kick in the nuts (Kids, don't do this to a guy unless he really deserves it)

He somehow got back up and carried on harassing you

Your man was just strolling around the park until he saw the commotion

He had to literally hold you back and made the guy run for his life

Which was a shocker since it's usually the other way around

And of course, everybody inside 1678 heard about the news and cheered on for you while others just ran since they didn't wanna have the first-hand experience with your anger issue

When someone tries to steal you away

Oh this man right here would gather all his police friends as well as the birds to hunt down whoever stole you away

He would be furious to the core and rightfully so

The foundation was informed of this and they didn't blame this SCP

And that's because the person who stole you was from the Chaos Insurgency

Both GOIs hated each other's guts so the foundation just kinda let 1678-A hunt down the guy

And he did along with the MTFs

But was met with you standing over the guy's dead body

Then everybody realised that your man taught you how to protect yourself

And you did it so perfectly that even 1678 was intimidated af

Nobody wanted to mess with you and your partner was relieved that he taught you self defence

When his pregnant!S/O gets hurt by accident

This particular 1678-A that just so happens to be your partner, is rather shy and introverted

Nad although he does his 'job' well, he would rather just stay away from any contact

Until he met you and you became pregnant

This 1678-A would be slightly more protective but would let you have some space

And because of this, you managed to give yourself a papercut

Which was met with a furious policeman

But was cooled down when you explained your injury to him

He was giving you a huge lecture about your safety and how not to get hurt because you're carrying his baby

Wouldn't leave you alone ever again

Even if that means he would have to sit by the corner at all times

Would send his mates to come over to check on you if he wasn't there

Meeting a dragon hybrid child fem!reader

Definitely would be curious about you since they mostly interact with Foundation staffs

Probably would try to attack you but instead got burnt

1678-A would definitely notice your strange appearance and that you cry lava

Would feel bad so he'd try and comfort you

This then leads to you both being rather attached to each other

This particular 1678-A would have to bribe the others to keep you

The foundation realising this would happen

Probably would let you stay there for research purposes

They would most likely help level up your telekineses

Treats you like their own child and would be extremely protective

Most likely would have a heart attack every time you show kindness towards foundation members instead of attacking them

Every time you're in danger, the ones attacking you would soon realise that they've screwed up

Because the SCPs can hear you cry which would summon a whole bunch of them

When he accidentally kills you

He was basically chilling with you until some MTF members arrived to take some samples for testing

They were attacked by the other 1678-As and retaliated

This chill guy would lead you to safety before attacking the remaining MTFs

You realising what has happened decided to try and help out

You noticed that one of the MTF members were about to shoot your guy and managed to throw the gun out of his hand

1678-A notices and tries to attack the member but instead killed you

The remaining MTF members flee as he mourns your death

He would be even more vengeful and aggressive to the foundation members

Which does scare off the other Bobbies

Stayed in one of the abandoned houses to cry alone

Yandere!1678 - A x Evil!Reader

I'd say aside from his yandere self and the fact that he's only more aggressive to everyone else aside from you and giving you some scars, he's pretty dense and thicc in the brain

Probably wouldn't notice that you were working on them for a project in the GOC

You were able to get away with a lot of things because of your small stature and innocent appearance

Definitely managed to fool this yandere!1678-A because of your appearance

You could be just as vicious when you want to be

Yandere!1678-A soon realises that you were just using him for some experiment and were angered to the point of no return

Would most likely try and hunt you down

But since you've already got enough information about this SCP, you were able to devise a plan to leave

Manages to catch up to you but you were fortunate enough to know enough self-defence tactics to ward him off

You never came back to him and he was depressed for all of eternity

Trying McDonald's Sprite

You were requested to bring some ordinary food to 1678 as a test

And you've decided that you wanted to bring some Sprite with some Apple pie, mozzarella dippers and pancakes (They're my soul food from Mackies ok? Don't judge)

When you arrived in 1678, that one particular policeman who is attached to you for some odd reason was curious about the food

Of course, he would need to take off the bandage on his head to taste the food but not before some bribery from you

He reminisced about the food since he loved eating them before he turned into 1678-A

Sprite, however, was slightly different

He never tried them and was surprised with how good they tasted

Most likely would ask you to get more for him though

Foundation staff would be rather conflicted but allowed you to reward him with Sprite and some food

Only whenever he behaved well though

When his kid swears at him

You should've seen the look on his face (oh the irony)

You both taught your kid verbal and non-verbal communications with some common sentences people would say

But never have either of you taught your kid how to swear

Kinda just happened and 1678-A was about to go into cardiac arrest (Pun intended)

Would hunt down whoever taught them that depending on the severity

Like if the kid was using a ton of swearing in a sentence and was directing it to either of you, 1678-A would kill the guy

You were more of a chill type of parent

But would recommend the kid to stop swearing sine it's rude

Most likely wound ground the kind for a week tbh

When the reader scares him (Child!Reader)

Well, let's just say you managed to make the policeman play hide and seek with you

And you were the one hiding since you secretly knew that you were a professional at it

So you made 1678-A to find you

And although he's pretty good at catching his victims, he couldn't find you (Cuz y'all be so short)

Like he was literally in front of you and he still couldn't see you and you even giggled

So you've decided to jump on him

And oh boy was he about to scream out for help

But luckily he didn't cuz the others would whoop yo ass

Probably wouldn't give you a lecture but would need a while for his precious heart to not go yeetus the fetus

He would probably yeet you though tbf

When the reader pole dances/aerial silk dance

1678-A probably would have some ideas on what pole dancing is

Maybe not as much with the term aerial silk dancing but would soon understand when he sees you dancing

Probably thinks that you're trying to fondue with him if you're pole dancing

Definitely would be in awe when he sees you dance with the aerial silks

Would have a difficult time mimicking you if he ever wants you to teach him

Has definitely fallen 1000 times while pole dancing and broke his arms while dancing 10 ft off the ground

If the others inside 1678 see you dancing, he'd be in a blushing mess, especially if you were dancing to certain kinds of songs

Would most likely tell you to dance for him privately so there's no peeking

Having a Pregnant!S/O

Would most definitely be on the guard more since you're carrying his child

1678-A would most likely follow you around like a well trained and clingy German Shepard

You'd most likely have to tell him to tone it down because you're pregnant, not some delicate flower

Would most likely do whatever you tell him to do, even if it means hurting himself as long as you're safe and sound

Definitely would make sure that another 1678 would be around you at all times when he's away from you

1678-A would occasionally rub your stomach and sing victorian era songs

Sometimes he would bring you some of your favourite foods

When you try to commit suicide

When he hears the news he was devastated

He literally ran 69 miles just to see you

Would give you a big boi lecture about doing that

Nearly had his heart jump out of his body

Would constantly follow you everywhere after this

He's basically your bodyguard at this point

Would bandage up your wounds

Makes sure that you're fed well and all and would give you random gifts out of the blue

Would most likely ask the other Bobbies to care for you if he's not there and would even give you 1678-B

Asks the Wretches to keep a lookout to make sure nobody hurts you

Having a hopelessly romantic/easily flustered GN!Reader

This particular Bobby would most likely be just as easily flustered and hopelessly romantic as you

I'd imagine him trying to make the first move and you both being in a blushing mess

You both would exchange little gifts every now and again

Everyone else just teases and ships you both

You both loving each other unconditionally and constantly worrying about each other when you're both away from each other

This Bobby would definitely protect you from the MTFs and/or D-classes from attacking you

You would make a deal with the foundation to keep your guy safe and sound

The foundation witnessing how lovey-dovey you both are and just dies of cringe and sweetness overload (but not as sweet as out 999)

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ameliora-j · 3 years

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hope ur ok // hp x reader

words: 833

warnings: angsty, mention of abuse (not explicit)

a/n: i hurt my own feelings writing this one...

i knew a boy once when i was small

you and harry had been best friends since you could walk. you went to the same primary school before the two of you transferred to different boarding schools when you were eleven. you knew everything about him and he knew everything about you. you even knew all about his awful aunt and uncle that he lived with.

once both of you changed schools, you stopped talking as much. it wasn’t as easy to communicate when he went to a boarding school all the way in scotland while you went to one that was all the way in france.

you missed harry, of course you did. he was your best friend for over a decade--not to mention, you always did have a teeny bit of a crush on him. it was just hard to stay in touch. one day you’re sitting at the park together, telling each other how amazing your new schools were, and now suddenly, it’s three years later and it’s as if the two of you barely know each other.

his parents cared more about the bible

than being good to their own child

you never knew much about the family that lived next door--the dursleys. all you knew was the pretty boy with sad, sea green eyes, dark, curly hair, and a scar shaped like a lightning bolt lived there. you learned more about them as you became closer with your cute neighbor.

harry would always tell you about how awful they were. how weird things would always happen around him when he became too emotional about something and the dursleys believed he was evil because of it. they kept him locked in a cupboard under the stairs, and that information broke your heart. you cared so much for harry you couldn’t even begin to put it into words.

from what you learned from harry, you pieced together that the dursleys were--what you deemed--”holier than thou.” they cared more about their image and how they were perceived than treating harry like he was an actual human being. your heart always ached for harry. anytime he came to school with a new bump, scrape, or bruise. he would shake it off as a fall down the stairs, but you knew better. the dursleys didn’t even let him out of that small cupboard unless it was to cook or clean for him. you knew what really happened, but you never said anything. just hugged him tight and hoped it was enough to let him know that if he felt like nobody else in the world loved or cared about him, you did. and you always would.

and somehow, we fell out of touch hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush don't know if i'll see you again someday but if you're out there, i hope that you're okay

it had been three, nearly four, years since the last time you and harry spoke. you never did know how he was making it along. your parents still lived next door to the dursley family, but you hadn’t seen harry since the first summer that you came back from france. you hoped that he was okay.

you always wondered if he was making friends. if he liked those friends more than he liked you. where he was in the world and what he was doing. at random times, your mind would wander back to harry and his well being. you cared about him more than a best friend should.

your biggest wonder was always whether or not harry had a girlfriend. it was a bit of a selfish thought as every time you had the thought, you immediately hoped that he didn’t. you guessed it was something you never knew. you also wondered if you would ever see him. if not, you hoped that he was okay...

she was tired cus she was brought into a world

where family was merely blood

we don’t talk much but i just gotta say

i miss you, and i hope that you’re okay

you sat at the desk in your room at boarding school, writing a letter to harry. you missed him so much, and for some reason, you just couldn’t shake the thought of him from your head. you had no idea whether or not it would reach him, but you wrote it anyway. everything that you wanted to say and that you always wanted to say.

but before you could send it, you crumbled it and threw it away, deciding not to confess your love for the boy through a letter. you sighed softly before beginning again. this time, you kept it simple. you dipped your quill in the ink and wrote:

harry,

i hope you know how proud i am you were created

with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred

god, i hope that you’re happier today

cus i love you

and i hope that you’re okay

- yn

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bravadoseries · 4 years

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Probably weird and hard, so take you time to answer, but if Audrey was canon in the comics, what changes would be made when adapting her character into a MCU? I mean stuff like the fact that Tony built his in Afghanistan in the movie when in the comic he did it in Vietnam.

this was such a fun question thank you so much! i’m gonna separate this into two parts: audrey’s comics storyline and how her mcu adaptation is different. so sorry this is so long!

audrey rogers (later audrey lange and audrey banner) was introduced in the 1950s after captain america’s popularity declined and the war ended. her original aging thing was that she aged pretty fast and then like maxed out when she was physically 18 or 20 (like the baby from twilight). she was originally supposed to speak to teenage girls and other women to encourage them to embrace patriotism and reject communism, and she’s mentored by her father (since peggy’s originally written in the comics as a pretty minor character). audrey is given her batons by howard stark but in the comics they’re much more torchlike (really emphasizing the whole lady liberty moniker).

throughout the 50s and 60s, she’s got a dual-identity thing going on. she’s audrey lange (nee rogers), a teacher married to Joshua Lange, her high school sweetheart and a young, good-hearted, all-american politician. nobody knows about her identity except for her father, howard stark, and howard’s son tony.

during the 60s, lady liberty and black widow are often portrayed as character foils and enemies. lady liberty is sweet as apple pie, she likes to kiss babies and shake hands with senators and say things like God Bless America while the black widow is seductive, brutal, and most importantly—communist. the two are each other’s biggest rivals for the beginning of their respective comics’ histories (ok i just watched killing eve and i am obsessed with it but i think they are usually trying to track each other down similarly to eve and villanelle). idk if you watch glow but it’s like the zoya/liberty belle characters. that’s what’s going on.

in the comics, lady liberty is responsible for helping black widow defect from the red room and join the American cause. their first enemy together is julian bardot, who is selling nuclear tech to the highest bidder, and both of them want to discourage their respective organizations from purchasing nuclear bombs as the comics began to go into more anti-war propaganda. audrey teams up with tony at this point and their comics characters become friends.

during the vietnam war, the whole american propaganda thing was declining in popularity so they sent audrey to vietnam as a spy, where she was known as the angel of mercy. after realizing that the war was a corrupt cause, she abandoned the angel of mercy title and began working as a vigilante with civil rights activist and empire state engineering student lindsey dubois, caroline, a secretary heavily implied to be gay (living with her close female friend and unmarried) who would become the vigilante ace of spades, chinese refugee and nurse claudia liau, and delphine lamontagne, a french exchange student who came to the US looking to find a scientist to help her understand her powers. They specifically target human traffickers.

At this point, Josh Lange becomes mayor of New York City, and the strain of audrey’s vigilantism and her unwillingness to have children leads their marriage to crumble. they divorce and it’s a big comics thing (later, backlash causes marvel to try to retcon their marriage at all and say they were just engaged)

lady liberty is written into the avengers in the 1970s again because she realizes that the vigilantism was too dangerous or something (i feel like realistically it’s just that sales were low for a diverse group of female heroes but whatever). her storylines are based around that for a few years, however, after the marvel comics watergate, captain america abandons his title and becomes nomad and audrey abandons superhero work in favor of working as a lawyer (? i think).

in the 1980s, audrey is written as working as a law professor at culver, where she meets bruce banner. i don’t know a ton about hulk comics but i think he was permanently hulked out for the 70s and started gaining control in the 80s? pretty sure. anyway audrey’s never met bruce before but he’s got a dual identity thing going on and she’s like You Really Seem Familiar. when she figures out his dual identity a) they become romantically involved and b) she tries to get into hero work again.

there was a lack of interest in her character as more than a love interest, though, so from the late 80s to ’91, audrey is kidnapped and brainwashed by hydra. she’s given powers through hydra experimentation but refuses to use them unless forced to because they cause her immense pain. she is activated through trigger words and known by the name Red Scare. During this period, she serves as one of Captain America’s primary antagonists, but he doesn’t realize that Audrey is his daughter, he just thinks she’s dead.

When the Soviet Union falls in 1991, Audrey is returned to the united states and begins working as a shield agent because of the intelligence she’d collected while abroad. Josh Lange, now running for president of the United States, proposes to her in the late 90s and they marry, but Audrey begins to secretly undermine his political agenda once he’s elected due to his staunch anti-gifted stance and preference for order, no matter the cost. Audrey is portrayed as an unsatisfied First Lady until 2005, when Tony Stark starts the New Avengers to help defeat the mass breakout of the Raft, a prison holding many supervillains. Knowing she cannot just stand by, she leaves Joshua and commits to becoming a hero full time.

During the Civil War comics arc, Audrey opposes the mandatory federal registration of super-powered beings due to her experience with politicians. However, many oppose her presence in the movement for that very reason. She and Bruce Banner attempt another romantic relationship, but he favors the registration act and they soon break up. When her father attempts to surrender in order to stop the violence, she does so instead, knowing that she will be less of a loss to the movement.

At the same time, the United States launches Hulk into space (idk this was a real thing with the whole planet hulk arc) and Thor, wanting to help turn Hulk back into banner, breaks Audrey free from prison and brings her to Sakaar. She helps him turn back into Bruce and the two actually begin a romantic relationship, with him seeing where the registration act got him (Launched Into Space). When they return to Earth, Audrey and Bruce both decide to retire from hero work and open a school not for mutants but for other powered people which becomes a rival to charles xavier’s school.

From there, it’s a bunch of sporadic storylines. I think at some point she may become director of SHIELD when Steve is president? Because I know that was like a thing in the 70s. audrey’s powers are connected to thanos in a way that’s spoilery so I won’t go too into detail but when he pops up with the infinity stones arc, she plays a part in that.

anyway!

So there’s a lot of differences between the hypothetical movies and the hypothetical comics but i think obviously the biggest is Audrey’s backstory and aging. Since she ages slowly and was without Steve’s guidance, she grew up isolated and protected from the rest of the world. Audrey’s personality at the beginning is supposed to be reminiscent of her personality as the initial Lady Liberty—very sweet and positive and very much a character foil to Natasha, but instead of Audrey recruiting Natasha to SHIELD and helping her become a hero, it’s the other way around. Obviously Peggy’s role is very different, too, as is Josh’s (he’s a much more minor character in the films than in the comics).

The first Lady Liberty film adapts her transition from more of a hollow, symbolic hero to someone who is directly involved in the fight. There’s also references to her Red Scare arc except it’s the 60s and not the 90s. Here, we also have reference to Natasha and Audrey fighting Julian Bardot and his weapons, but removed from the Cold War context and instead shifted to the post-Chitauri circumstances. Delphine is also introduced, though not as a vigilante at this point or as a student but as a capable DGSE agent. The setup here is for her to have her own adventures eventually I think.

A lot of the changes have to do with the order of things. Because the MCU takes place over a decade and not like 50 years, things get switched around. TWS and AOU are both more modern plotlines that got reinvented and brought into the MCU. I think I’m probably gonna be changing the Civil War conflict to add more of the comics element to it as well.

Audrey’s vigilante team storyline, though unpopular at the time of its original publication, works better now, so it’s brought back for the second Lady Liberty film, which is set after Civil War. Audrey at this point is much more brutal and has lost faith in the system similarly to how she lost faith in the system because of Vietnam. Audrey never becomes a lawyer, but she does have a reunion with Bruce post CW during the MCU equivalent of Planet Hulk because (though unlike the comics he went by choice) he got launched into space. Audrey’s involvement in this storyline is much more accidental in the movies than in the comics.

I think also unlike the comics, Audrey doesn’t use her powers more because she feels unnatural when she does and not because it physically hurts. She also loses control. The movies also more specifically detail how where her powers came from.

The third Lady Liberty film, resurrection, is a movie that covers Audrey, Thanos, and more of her outer space adventures lol. And the next gen TV series, which primarily just features guest appearances from the Avengers, adapts the idea of the Avengers Academy.

thank you so much again for this ask sorry it got so long i had so much fun answering it !!!

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lost-eternity · 4 years

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Match up requests: CLOSED

Match up for @ lunar-calliope

Okie dokie. I match you with...

Since you never specified your gender preference, I am just going to match you with anyone I think would click the best. Because I was kind of at a loss for anyone else. First I was thinking about matching you with the 11th Doctor as his personality type ENTP would mesh perfectly with your own. However, I feel like you two would work better as friends than lovers only because the Doctors are kind of... damaged. They all really need someone who is more of a hopeless romantic and boundlessly compassionate. The doctors would continuously push you away the moment they realize their feelings are slightly more than friendship out of fear. They would need someone to tirelessly pursue them and let's be real. Ain't nobody got time for that. And I feel like you are smart enough to recognize dependency and stay the hell away from it. Because if I am being brutally honest, all of the doctors would make a horrible relationship. They are far too traumatized and caught up in this game of endlessly trying to prove themselves to the universe, trying to justify that all of the lives they have saved somehow makes up for the lives they've lost. Right. Let's get started.

Here is the thing about Clara. She talks. A lot.

She talks faster than Matt Smith, which is an achievement in of itself and is the primary reason she was cast for the role.

So she is no stranger to the fast-talking rambling that you do when you get nervous.

As a matter of fact, she might even contribute to it

So now there are two people talking their lungs out and giving the Doctor a massive headache

She is also the type to make crude or inappropriate jokes in the heat of the moment. So you really don't have to worry about being offensive around her. She is reflective enough to recognize the hypocrisy of taking offence.

However, your introverted nature and her extroverted nature would mesh very well

She does all of the talking, allowing you some time to hang back and think or reflect

Which works out perfectly for you.

Clara also has a sharp tongue and steely wit. If you pulled a prank on her, she would definitely do something in retribution. And if it is allowed to escalate it most definitely would until the Doctor or someone puts a stop to the childishness.

She would be perfectly adept as exchanging quips and playful banter with you

Although she does have a reckless streak. She is up for any challenge, no matter how daunting. And this carelessness can cause you to sprout some grey hairs worrying over her. You and Doctor would be in agreement over constantly trying to keep Clara in line.

However, with something to ground herself and hold her back, I feel like Clara would be a lot more careful than she was in the show. She was free then with no one to care for or worry about. With you, she would rein herself in because she knows that you are worrying over her

She also feels some level of protection towards you.

Now let's address the elephant in the room. Clara is short. She is only 157 centimetres (that's 5"2 in American)

I am a huuuge sucker for height differences. Like the more timid tall one and the short little spitfire, trope makes me swoon.

And that is kinda what you two would be

And it is so cute

Clara would want to climb on you. Or sit on your shoulders or something but because she knows how you feel about your height, she will restrain herself. Because she cares ❤

Which is also why I believe she will be the one to help you get over this insecurity. She would remind you that you are beautiful every day, especially when you are feeling self-confidence

Bitch, your height makes you look like a badass!

Embrace it

She says that one day you are going to be confident enough to wear heels. And she means it

Clara is a huge advocate for nature. She appreciates its beauty. After all, it was nature that caused her parents to meet. How could she notice have at least a begrudging respect for it? She wouldn't have been born if it were not for the trees

So she loves forests

And being the energetic little fireball that she is, would demand to go hiking. And maybe a home-made picnic when you've reached your destination

But Clara is also boundlessly compassionate. As a companion of the Doctor, she harbours a deeply empathetic nature behind those quips and bluster.

Which I think perfectly dampens your more judgemental mindset. You would be the more cynical one, wary of those who you encounter. And Clara would be the one to have faith in their inherent goodness.

While I can see this giving rise to some conflicts, I think that it is a necessity for you. You need someone to act as your counterweight and achieve that balance.

Clara is your foil. You keep her grounded and logistical and in return, she will open your mind. She will help you work on dispelling preconceived notions and embrace the individuality of everyone

This is the main reason I chose Clara for you. Rory was also a possible match but I don't have the heart to take him from Amy lol.

You two probably knew each other before. Although not well

Maybe she was in one of your college classes. Or even an old student who attended the same High School

Regardless of what it was, you kinda thought that she was obnoxious

Near constantly blabbering about once thing or another

Kind of annoying really

Anyways. You were sitting at your favourite cafe reading a rather engaging book when you heard a loud bang originating from outside.

Curiously, you peered out the window and noticed a throng of people running away...

So naturally, you went to investigate.

Apparently, a phone booth had fallen from the sky and struck a car. Outside of it rolled an aged looking man and a rather familiar woman.

Smoke billowing from their poofed hair as it frizzed out around them in an untamed mane.

The woman whooped loudly, pumping her arms in the air, seemingly overjoyed

The man seemed completely distraught over the condition of the phone booth. The way he was acting, you would have thought that he had lost a baby

The woman turned to you, her eyes lighting up in recognition as she called your name

You were a little confused before you also recognized her. That maniacal glint in her eye, the Cheshire Grin. This was Clara. From school.

Great

Clara approached you, asking how you have been while the man stalked around his phone booth, buzzing some sort of glowing stick at it

You were kind of at a loss for words.

Like. This girl you haven't seen in literal years just fell out of the sky in a box and has the audacity to ask YOU how things are going

You couldn't get a word out before the man approached, saying that it may take a few days for him to fix the TARDIS before interrupting himself to ask "oh. Who's your friend?"

Clara introduces you before you have a chance to introduce yourself. The man introduced himself as "the Doctor"

The egotism is not lost on you. It's kinda self-righteous to add a "the" before your own name. And then not even use a real name. As though this man were the only good doctor in the world

You never do get his real name

First, Clara asks you what year it is. When you respond, both she and the Doctor appear confused than relieved. Then Clara casually asks if they can crash at your place for a few days

And you are dumbfounded like. "Uh... no?" Clara, who you haven't seen in years, fell out of the sky with some rando-stranger, for heaven's sake.

You basically tell them no unless they want to tell you to want is going on

The Doctor, seeing no other alternative, explains what the TARDIS is and who he is

And now you are CONVINCED that these two knuckleheads are high off their asses

Apparently not because before you know it, Clara is dragging you into the TARDIS before you can even fight back

You were gonna start screaming for help but what you found took your breath away

"It's bigger on the inside!"

The doctor laughs. "I love it when they say that."

So your brain is understandable fried

Like. What?

You have to go out and pace around the TARDIS a few times before passively accepting whatever lunacy you had just gotten yourself into

Meanwhile, both Clara and the Doctor watch you in amusement

Long story short, you agree to let them spend the night while the Doctor fixes his little machine

What else were you supposed to do?

Two TIME TRAVELLERS appeared at your doorstep needing your help. You can't just refuse that... right?

So as the Doctor tirelessly worked on his time machine, you and Clara spent the whole night talking

She had so many incredible and quite frankly unbelievable stories to tell

Your earlier notions about her were slowing beginning to assuage the more she spoke

You couldn't believe that she would be foolish enough to take off and go travelling the universe with a guy whose name she didn't even know.

You two actually hit it off quite nicely and exchanged numbers to keep on contact

The three days it took to finish the TARDIS came all too quickly for you

Although not quickly enough for the Doctor who apparently was damn near close to losing his mind due to staying stationary for so long

Like. It's been three days. Dude. Chill.

Not only was he rash and egotistical, he was also impatient and had the attention span of a gnat. You were kinda wondering how Clara put up with him

Despite your qualms about the Doctor, you really did not want them to leave

These two people... well, one person and one alien, were the most exciting thing that has ever happened to you in your dull life. Everything you ever were excited for paled in comparison to the tales that Clara had revealed to you. It really put a damper on well... everything

How could you be excited to go on a trip to Italy when you knew that there was an AMUSEMENT PARK on the dark side of the moon!!!!

How could you be content living, working, and dying knowing that there are entire solar systems of intelligent peoples with cultures, festivities, and ideologies completely different to your own that you would never get to see

You couldn't

It was simple as that

So you asked them if you could go on a trip with them

The Doctor adamantly refused, saying that it was best for you to forget you ever met them

You were persistent. Saying that you fed and housed them for three days. That is a massive favour. One trip would be the least he could do

Clara agreed with you and the two of you turned these adorable pleading puppy eyes on the Doctor

He finally acquiesced.

You were absolutely ecstatic

You three went to a faraway solar system and participated in some kind of elaborate festival which quickly turned awry

Clara had to give up her most prized possessions to please some kind of God

And the Doctor? The doctor would have died if it weren't for you and your quick wit

You are actually quite handy to have around

So the doctor, upon dropping you off, promised that he and Clara would occasionally swing by to take you with them

But warned you not to get too involved. Those that do often end up dead or worse. Usually worse.

Well. For a time traveller, the Doctor has piss poor time management skills and it is years before you ever see him and Clara again

Clara apologized profusely as she blamed the Doctor for screwing up the time dial thingy again

To make up for the lost time, you three embark on a lot of adventures in quick succession of one another

This is when you find yourself beginning to fall for Clara

You become a staple companion of the Doctor and Clara but unfortunately, fate can be quite cruel

As it turns out, Clara is set to die

She has to. It’s a fixed point in time

Of all the moments you thought you were going to lose her, this one scared you the most

The Doctor and you did everything possible to change the timeline, nearly breaking it in the process

But it did not matter. Clara was supposed to die.

And as her heartbeat its last beat, you found yourself deeply regretting all of the hours spent with the Doctor. Because if it were not for him, Clara would be allowed to live

Well. If it were not for him, you would have never met...

The Time Lords themselves had to step in and fix the situation. Because the Doctor had managed to extract Clara the moment she died. She technically was dead. Her heart no longer beat. But her mind still functioned. Rendering her practically immortal..

As a last-ditch effort to save her, the Doctor vowed to erase her memories.

Panicked, Clara reversed the polarities of the sonic glasses and ended up erasing the Doctor's memories of her.

She turned, ready to do the same to you but just couldn't manage

Instead, she broke down sobbing.

The two of your abandoned the Doctor, taking his TARDIS and going back in time to steal a previous edition of the TARDIS. Before the chameleon circuit broke down.

You dropped the Doctor off somewhere safe and then with your own personal TARDIS, travelled to Nevada

Clara admitted that she still had to die. And it would be wise to return to the Time Lords and allow herself to be returned into the time stream, meeting her final death

You were absolutely devastated

But Clara assured you that she had some wiggle room. The two of you could "take the long way around". She did not have to go immediately

At this realization, you smiled.

She was right. You were in no rush to return to Gallifrey. Why not enjoy some sights along the way?

And that was how you scored your own TARDIS and began to travel the universe, Clara by your side. You two had the craziest adventures and remained by each other's side until you withered from old age and died.

Clara, being technically immortal, hadn't aged a day. But she had a lifetime to come to terms with your future death and solemnly returned to Gallifrey.

She did not speak a word as the Time Lords showed her to her final resting spot. The last thing she uttered was "goodbye, y/n" before returning herself to the void

And finally meeting death

Wow. Why are my Doctor Who matchups always so depressing?

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teachers pet (karon + branjie) -lem0n_b0y

an- hey y'all it’s ya boy. it’s finally done. my teacher au!! enjoy the dummy gays getting caught in the act.

“Maywood is Red Hot, We will not Stop, Stop! We are Hot, Hot!”

Katya could practically hear the phatom of cheers in her ears as she walks down the white hallways. The commons were full of those preppy cheerleaders, hyping up the student body for the big game tonight. It was the beginning of the softball season and for their school, it was a pretty big deal. The school wasn’t great at many sports, they weren’t known for their football records. One thing that the were known for is smashing through the county’s other highschool teams for softball. With the utterly amazing leadership through Coach Hytes, last year was a knock out. All though Katya would lend her help to her every practice.

The echos of the drum line follow behind her as well. The band was also beautifully led. They had been known to place high in competitions, even going to a state competition. Though the drums and trombones really put a ping of pain in Katyas temple from the volume, she had much respect for the kiddos that make it possible and along with their teacher.

Ms. Needles, she sure is a phenomenal teacher. She always puts the student first, always making sure the have everything they need to succeed in everyway possible. Katya smiles to herself at just the thought of it. The moment she met the cooky punk hearted woman, she knew that they would spend a lot of time together. Her energy screamed different but her appearance is much more calm. Sure she would we’re darker clothes and a dark lip but it wasn’t her true colors from what Katya could tell. Alas, building a strong friendship with her during workplace hours was the highlight of the job. They often spend their planning period together and lunches. Having the small amount of alone time with such a bright mind was all it took to make Katyas day worth while.

While Katya spends most of her free time with the infamous Ms. Needles, whenever she was absent she would find herself in the chorus room just next to the band room to chat with the dearest Mrs. Act. The enthusiastic Aussie was another beloved teacher. The primary reason for that student given title is all of the boys fawning over her and her pretty face. Her voice could be heard from classes away to which nobody complains, her sound was far from nails on a chalkboard. Katyas relationship with her was goofy yet smart, they both had the biggest wit anyone had ever see.

She continues down the halls, snaking her way to the band room to once again spend as much time as possible with her beloved friend. The band room was graciously placed farthest away from the commons so she had no worried of loud noises annoying them. As she steps foot into the room she can see Ms. Needles brighten up.

“Glad to see you made it through the crowd of teenagers. You’re just in time to help me grade.” She smiles as her hand holds out a packet of papers to Katya. She was towered in work, her desk was a mess. The end of the school year was just in the horizon and everyone had begun to buckle down. Most teachers were slammed with makeup work as kids attempt to bring up their grades last minute. Katya didn’t have to worry about that, as for PE was an easy class to pass. All of her kids were at least at a C. She takes the stack of papers and sits on the edge of the desk, the only clean spot. “You really need to put your foot down Shar, this work is from last nine weeks.”

Sharon let’s out a little sigh and rests her head on her free hand while the other marked off on worksheets. “I just want them to pass.” Her writing hand was covered in messily doodled notes. The black ink spelled out students names and the name of worksheets that were needing to be put in the gradebook. She screamed stressed from just the looks of her. Her shoulders appearing tense and shadows of bone under her eyes, Katya frowns slightly. Seeing her on partner in crime so rundown was sad. She knew that Sharon had dug herself into a hole of generosity. After enough kids ask to turn in late work, you end up having to say yes to everybody.

Katya looks through her given stack of papers as an escape from worryful gaze. Red X’s pile onto each paper haphazardly as they sit in silence. There was an obvious fog of tension in the room.

Placing the graded stack of papers down after about ten minutes of quick grading, Katya looks back down at the hunched over woman. Her scribble ridden hand marks question after question with the most exhausted look on her face that Katya couldn’t stand it. She can’t stand to see the typically upbeat woman with a strong backbone to hold herself up so grey.

Breaking the silence, Katya stands up from sitting on the corner of the desk to face Sharon. “Shar-bear you seriously aren’t looking too hot. I think you really need to take a break from all of… this-” She jestures her hand to the messy desk. Sharon looks up from the paper she was working on to look at Katya. “- like this is gonna be the death of you, I mean really. You need to tell your classes that you’re no longer accepting late work from 2 months ago.”

Exhales slowly through her nose and removing the hand from her face, Sharon decides to give in and actually listen. Sitting back in her chair she looks Katya up and down slightly. “Kat’s, I’m just trying to make sure the kids don’t hate me. You know how newer teachers go, if you mess up they start hating you and nobody wants to take the class. And when classes are filled they throw kids in who need another elective credit, you know these kids hate that.” Sharon had begun to nervously ramble. All she ever wanted was to be the best teacher she could and would try everything in her power to do so.

Katya knew this very well, but still didn’t quite get why Sharon would be so worried about some sort of self image she wanted teenagers to like. Teenagers hate everything about school unless the teacher passes them without putting in the effort. Katya would know this because she was the same way as a teen. Sharon’s wish to be liked by the student body wasn’t something Katya could wrap her head around. “You’re rambling. How about you just take a break, it is lunch time after all.”

Sharon nodded slightly in agreement, placing her pen down onto the paper. Katya was right, she should take a break. Through all her classes so far through the day, Sharon hadn’t even taught anything. She gave them all assignments to keep them busy just so she could grade. Her lips pout slightly as she tries to clear her mind of all the work that needed to be done.

Katya always thinks she’s cute when she pouts like that. Her pursed black lips were always something that made Katya smile. It was almost how a child would towards a parent was the best way Katya could compare it. Those slight mannerisms that Sharon does is what really hooked Katya onto her when they first met. The first little thing that she noticed was her favorite foods were. Sharon would tag her lunch in the teachers lounge fridge. Everyday it was a wrap of some sort with cheesecake flavored yogurt cup and as time went on, Katya would bring her yogurt during planning period for her to snack on.

Her smile lingers as Sharon’s pout fades away into her speaking again. Her rambling consists of life updates, cat updates and recent TV shows she had binged while working on the final exam. Sharon had recently begun to rewatch all of Golden Girls and beings to assign Katya the character that reminds her of Katya.

Since then, Katya has pulled up a chair next to Sharon’s while the banter continues. “You would not believe how many kids I’ve had to threaten with detention this week, I mean really, they act like since schools almost over that they don’t have to follow rules.” Sharon rambles, getting upset over the rowdy children. Faking a shocked face, Katya mocks Sharon’s harmless threats. She knew that she would never write a kid at detention slip. “Slow down there! Ms. Needles about send kids to detention? She has finally snapped!”

“Oh shut up! They’re never this bad is the thing.”

“Kids will be bad, I was a bad kid after all.” Katya smiles wide and chuckles at her own statement. “- not saying that it’s an excuse but the teenage angst is a powerful demon.”

Sharon leans her head back onto the back of her chair, staring up at the cracked popcorn ceiling. Smiling to herself, she let’s out an annoyed groan. “It sure is. But I should really finish grading these papers.” Katya frowns as the work beings to call her companion back it. She didn’t want Sharon’s now bright energy to dull all because some kids don’t know how to turn work in on time. It wasn’t be duty as a teacher to keep the deadlines flexible, it was her duty to get them into a habit of turning things in on time. Katya pouts and slides her rollie chair closer. “Can we hang out for what- 5 more minutes?”

Tapping a finger to her chin, Sharon smiles very catty. “Fine, 5 more minutes.”

Five minutes didn’t seem like enough time for Katya to get her fill of soaking in Sharon’s ramblings of her personal life. If she could, she’d skip class like all the slacker students do but lunch had since ended and class had just started. Katyas students were scheduled to go to the tennis courts for the whole period and Coach Hytes were to go to the gym for a somewhat free day. She had been worrying over the softball game just like all the others. No matter how well they were doing through the season she still had a massive weight of worry on her shoulders. Being said, the normally calm Coach Hytes was cracking so hard she doesn’t even have the energy to teach. It was a day for the kids to play whatever they want in the gym, which may have been a grave mistake.

She shoots a text to Katya to remind her that all the kids need to bring back all the tennis balls along with questions about tonight’s game and who’s all playing or not. Tapping her fingers against her phone screen she attempts to take a deep breath in hopes to calm herself. The main thing on her mind about the game entirely was the batter. Vanessa was what her coach once described her as a ‘gorgeous tornado of energy’. With how much liveliness is in her, it works in her favor. Always being ready for practice was always on her mind up until the new year. She started skipping practice, going to parties and slacking on school work. No matter how many times she gets in trouble for it she keeps doing it. That’s why Brooke was nervous, Vanessa’s focus has left sports and has moved to being reckless. Nobody knows if she will be the ball and chain of the game.

Brooke picks up her pen and roll paper, biting the end if the pen as she scans to see who’s all in the gym. Her eyes land on the Tasmanian devil herself. Vanessa sits on the gym floor is some black gym shorts and a white tank top. From what Brooke can make out is she’s on her phone as always. Looking her up and down, Brooke’s mind goes a little too fuzzy for her liking. From the first day she met Vanessa she instantly found her attractive as hell, but who wouldn’t? Only way that Coach Hytes could assure herself on her raging attraction to her student was that the were only a few years apart. From what her file said in the office is that she failed the sixth grade. Brookes stare continues until a ball is thrown at a students head, forcing their whole body backwards. The student got back up unharmed but the loud thud of rubber on flesh was enough to snap her out of her head and back to the roll.

The bickering and barking had already begun in the four square corner with the main instigator being a the blunt yet kind-hearted Yvie. Oh Yvie was an unknowing trouble maker for sure. Her sharp edged tounge but also blase attitude toward many of the girls really got under people’s skins at times. So the loud arguing bubbling up wasn’t new for the small group of friends. The one thing that caught worry focused coaches ear was the voice of the girl that Yvie had fired up. A very recognizable voice.

Vanessa’s mouth is filled with angry curses as Yvie stands there with her arms crossed in defense. The argument was going to end up burning out within time is how Yvie sees it. Vanessa’s dark curls bounce on her shoulders as her yelling starts. “Well I don’t fuckin’ need your opinion on how well I do in a sport you don’t even fuckin’ play bitch!” She yells out with her hand balling up into fists. As her anger be comes to the point of a pot about boil over, she starts walking towards Yvie. “Then don’t worry about my shit! You’re the one who has been worried about how I decide to dress myself. All I’m saying is you need to get your priorities straight!”

Brooke finally decides to pay attention to her players voice by looking up from her papers at the worst moment. All while frantically cursing, Vanessa sends a punch into Yvies stomach with all the force she has. The taller girl stumbles backwards hard and starts yelling louder as she starts stepping closer to the swinger to push her down roughly. As soon as Vanessa is on the ground, Brooke quickly makes her way across the gym to break the two up. “You two! Stop it right now!” She yells out as she approaches and stands between the two.

“She fucking punched me!” Yvie exclaims, backing away from Vanessa who finally stands herself back up on her feet, attempting to bolt back towards her just to be stopped by one of Brooke’s strong arms. “Talk shit get hit bitch!”

“Vanessa!” Brooke pulls her backwards away from Yvie with her arm around her torso. She squirms to break free from her grip in hopes to finish what she had started. “C'mon Ms. Brooke, she’s been runnin’ her mouth about me! Bitch said I can’t barely play softball, she can’t just tarnish my name like that! Let me go!” She hollars as she is slowly tugged away by her coach. It occurred to Brooke how much Vanesas reckless behavior had really begun to get on her nerves, Vanessa was a young adult who should know better than to pick fights with other kids. Vanessa continues to try an free herself from her trap as Yvie is no longer in sight. As soon as the two get to the hallway, Brooke finally let’s her go. She quickly turns to face the clearly pouty young woman. “What the hell was that Vanessa?”

“I dunno, a fight? Me defending my good name.” She huffs out, already rolling her eyes at Brooke’s disapproval. Vanessa didn’t quite get that what she did was rash. Her emotions often would get the best of her as shown by little scuffs on her hands from trying to catch herself from Yvies push. A fighter would be the best way to describe her but also her most faulty trait. Sure she wanted to fight for what she believes in but most of the time that fight wasn’t used for good. Brooke knew this very well as she had seen Vanessa storm towards the bleachers at a softball game just because he gave her a dirty look after hitting a home run. None the less, Brooke wasn’t happy with Vanessa.

Rubbing her face slightly before speaking, Brooke narrows her eyes at her. “Yes it was a fight. But why did you decide to pick a fight right before the game, hm?” Her voice was harsh, more than Vanessa had ever heard. Her eyes widen at the sharp voice and relaxes her shoulders. “Because she was telling everybody that I was gonna lose tonight, like who the fuck does she think she is? So talk shit, get hit. She shouldn’t have been talkin’ shit.” She starts puffing back up at just the thought of someone talking bad about the one thing shes pride herself in. Brooke runs a hand through her hair and pulls out her phone. “Vanessa you’re in trouble no matter what happened. I’m getting Ms. Z to come watch the class while we discuss your punishment.” Her fingers type quickly and loudly, her eyes still narrowed towards her screen. “-and until she’s here, sit in my office. Got it?”

Looking up from her phone she sees a still worked up Vanessa. Her cheeks were red from the blood rushing in her system and her hands placed on her hips. If Brooke wasn’t so angry at her right now she would dare say she looked hot right about now. All though Vanessa could say the same thing to her. Seeing the tall blonde so snappy with her did make a little smile appear on he face. Brooke raises a brow as Vanessa nods and walks past her slowly, heading towards her office. “See you soon Mami.” She bumps into her playfully as she makes her way down the hallway. Snapping her head around, Brook watches her enter her office and closing the door.

Her mind instantly fuzzes again, the faint linger of Vanessa teasingly calling her 'Mami’ sends a warm wave up her body to her face. With the mix of emotion going through her head, Brooke leans against a wall to regain herself. The door of the far end of the hall opens and in comes Ms. Z with her class of rowdy kids. Katya directs her kids to go to the gym and that she will be there in just a moment. “So what the matter Brooke?” She says, walking up to her slumped coworker.

Brooke rubs her eyes and sits up straight. “Vanessa attempted to fight Yvie again and I luckily stopped her before she got too mad.” She exhales slowly and smiles halfheartedly. “I can’t let her play tonight after this, she’s been in trouble all week.”

Katya nods, laughing slightly. “When isn’t she in trouble?”

She had a good point. Brooke knew it’d end up coming to this but had hoped it wouldn’t. Vanessa is a good player and her sitting out wouldn’t be the best for the team. Attempting to rationalize her head she agrees with her previous thought of her being a ball and chain. “I’m going to have a talk with her, but thank you again for watching the class. You’re a life saver.”

“I do what I can. But don’t let her talk you into keeping her for tonight, she does have that effect on you.” Katya winks, knowing how easily Vanessa can sweet talk her way out of trouble. Especially knowing how big Brooke’s lady boner is for her, she knew that the warning wouldn’t be taken. Turning towards the gym door, Katya goes to deal with the kids while Brooke tries her hardest to put her foot down once.

Katya sits down at a nearby table in the gym and pulls her phone out to text Sharon about the situation.

Brooke opens her office door to see Vanessa sat on her desk, her legs dangling off the edge. She sits on her phone, tapping away, assumably texting Akeria about what had happened in the gym. She pouts her lips as she lifts her head from looking down at her phone. Brooke closes the door behind her, stepping towards the small trophy case on the wall opposite to the desk. The trophies are from years that Brooke had not been there for. She inherited the office from a past coach, keeping the case inside as the had no where to put the containments. “Vanessa why are you on my desk.” She finally speaks up.

“It’s comfy I guess, like feelin’ in charge.” She puts her phone down and puts her hands on either side of her. Tapping her nail onto the polished wood, she strikes Brooke with a small smile. Her smile was to die for, it was always gorgeous to too at. She knew good and well that it would make Brooke melt in her place. It was correct, Brookes body feels the warm wave again at the small smile. She shakes her head to rid herself of the fuzzy thoughts.

“Vanessa you’re in trouble, stop acting so calm. Please get off my desk.”

Vanessa looks around the room still sat on the desk. “You don’t gotta call me Vanessa. Everyone else just calls me Vanjie, you should try it.” Her eyes trail towards Brooke’s. Those blue eyes were so pretty after all. Vanessa loved to look at them whenever she could. But those blue eyes weren’t too assumed with her flase attitude. “I’m not going to call you Vanjie. This is serious you know, you’ve gotten 3 classroom referrals this week alone.”

“Why not? You’re so calm bout me callin’ you Brooke, everyone else calls you Ms. Hytes. Vanjie ain’t that bad of a nickname.” She continues to ignore the trouble that she is in by annoying Brooke with small talk. The annoyance sure was growing, as Brooke steps closer to her desk. Vanessa pouts her lips and brushes her hair off her shoulder with one of her hands “Why can’t I just sit up here? I’m comfy and shit.”

Brooke narrows her eyes as Vanessas legs slightly spread. She can see what she’s doing is getting under her coaches skin just as she had hoped. Vanessa smiles knowingly, biting her tounge a little. “If you don’t get off my desk, I swear to god Vanessa.”

“Whatcha gonna do to me , Mami? Am I makin’ you mad?’ She spreads her legs a little more and smiles. Brooke’s eyes widen at the questions, sending a warm feeling from her chest to her pelvis. She begins walking towards the desk, standing right between Vanessa’s legs. Placing her hands carefully on her lower thighs. "Just shut the fuck before I make you.”

“Well make me then.” Vanessa wraps her legs behind Brooke’s, pulling her close. Brooke’s hands grab her legs with the pulling motion, staying stable. They lean close to each other, body heat being shared. The room was silent, someone could hear a pen drop. Brooke bites her lip at the small space they now shared to which Vanessa smirks. “Don’t just stand there, show me who’s boss. Haven’t I been bad Ms. Hytes”

Without a second thought trailing through her mind, Brooke quickly presses her lips messily against Vanessa’s, pulling her legs to where they were wrapped around her own waist. Vanessa responses back with a smile into the kiss, grinding closer to the older woman. It was everything that Brooke wanted and more. Her lips were just as soft as she had dreamt of. Vanessa ran her hands through Brooks short blonde hair, giving a rough pull to make her moan into the kiss. Vanessa’s hips press as close as possible into Brooke’s.

Brooke takes the liberty to pick her up off the desk and walk to the closest wall, slamming her into it. A picture frame falls from the wall and neither of them flinch. The fight for dominance im the kiss turn to biting and tugging of lips. The quiet room was filled with moaning between crashing of lips.

The door creaks open slowly, and Katyas face peaks in to see Brooke full of anger and lust with Vanessa against the wall. She widens her eyes and slowly closes the door to avoid breaking them up. She wasn’t in the mood to have THAT conversation. Closing the door behind her, she shakes her head and walks back to the gym.

“How was the day Kat’s? Anything shocking happen?” Sharon questions while sitting against a wall of the band room holding a mug with supposably only coffee in it. Katya could already see from the smile on her face that she was tipsy. The school day had ended so the quick after school drink wasn’t much of a worry to her. “I don’t think this counts as shocking but Brooke finally snapped I guess. Walked into her office to tell her that Yvie isn’t going to snitch on Vanessa to see them making out and dry humpin’.” Katya sits down right next to Sharon who was now wide eyed at the news. They had been betting on the two since Brooke started at this school. Everyone could tell they had the hots for each other.

Sharon sips her mug, listening to Katya ramble on about her day. With her light brown waves falling down slightly and hang down her already messy bun, Sharon could feel a ting of her cheeks warming up. She was filled with admiration for her for a quick moment. Sharon could only assume it was the brandy talking. “Anyways, how was your day?” Katya says, snapping Sharon to her attention.

She shrugs while finishing her cup. “Uneventful. Finished grading what I had and slowly cutting off late work. Only have a folder to finish.” Sharon smiles as she places her cup next to her. The buzz fully courses through her, making her lean her head against the wall more. “I just want to relax, feels like I’m a puppet with tight strings.”

“Why not hook up Alaska then? That always chills you out.”

Katya looks at Sharon who had instantly got more color on her face. She knew that the two would hook up all of last year but wasn’t sure why it had stopped. Katya cocks her head to the side and waits for a response that came slowly. “She has a boyfriend now. So I guess I’m out of luck.” She pouts her lips and looks back at Katya. Her buzzing mind had her hyperfixated onto Katyas eyes. The blue eyes looked brighter than normal, her cheeks looked sharper and her peachy lips appeared softer. She hadn’t realized she had started staring. “Well if you ever want some stress relief just let me know. I give some mean head.” Katya chuckles. Sharon nods, biting the edge of her lip, looking to her lap. Her heart was practically jumping out of her chest and her gut screaming to her to take up on the offer. It would be just what she needed to calm down.

“Would you actually? It’s been a rough week and that sounds really fucking good right about now.”

Katyas eyes bolt open to look at the black haired woman looking at her with those tired eyes she fawns over. She didn’t expect her to actually be down for the joking suggestion. Smiling nervously, Katya finally speaks up after clearing her throat. “I-uh- you mean right now? I can but are you- are you actually down?”

“I mean if you could? Or we could like plan a day to?”

Katya stands from where she sat and kneels between Sharon’s legs that laid out. She wasn’t joking to her about giving her good head and hell if she was interested, she was going to make it happen. “I’m serious. Are you certain?” She runs a hand down her skirt exposed leg and looks Sharon dead in her eyes. Sharon looks back as serious as tipsy glare could come across and bites her lip gently. “Just shut up and get to work.”

“Needy huh?” She jokes, lowering to kiss Sharons lower thigh, looking up at her with glazed over eyes. Those eyes got her everytime. Leaning her head back against the wall she watches as the beautiful brunette slowly kiss up her legs, changing between the two between kisses. She sighs softly as the gentle pecks become longer nips. Sharon’s body had quickly relaxed under the gentle kisses, smiling in bliss. She bites the corner of her lip as the trailing kisses make it to meer inches from underwear.

With Katyas head now underneath her black skirt, she takes a hold on Sharon’s thighs to pull her closer to her mouth. Sharon let’s out a shocked gasp and chuckles as her head slides down the wall. “Careful there tiger, I’m not going anywhere.” No response given, Sharon rolls her eyes. She trails in thought for a brief moment realizing that her favorite coworker is about to eat her out. She wasn’t sure if it was mostly risky or mostly hot. Either way, Sharon knew she was turned on by it.

Before the main course could even begin, the classroom door opens. Standing in the doorway was Katyas dear friend Courtney. It wasn’t the first time that Ms. Act had walked in on one of Sharon’s rendezvous’s so the sight she saw only half scared her. The Aussie leans against the door frame and makes direct eye contact with Sharon. “Oh- hey Court.”

Katya quickly moves from her position and turns to face Courtney. “I swear Shar, you fuck like a bunny. This is the fourth time this year.” She smiles cheekily. “Anyways if you two aren’t too busy.. can you come help me move so stuff around my room? Getting new furniture for the kids.”

Katya and Sharon look at each other and shrug, looking to Courtney. “Sure. Why not.”

“Perfect! See you two in five!” Courtney backs out of the room and scampers off for the two women to regain themselves.

#rpdr fanfiction #katya zamolodchikova #sharon needles #katya x sharon #branjie #teachers au #smut #lem0nb0y #lesbian au

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Why did Voldemort force Peter to move in with Snape?

Long ago, I said my next piece would be about why Peter went back to Voldemort. HOWEVER there has been some recent interest from readers regarding the subject of Snape and Peter living together, and I’m grateful for the encouragement and for the reminder! It’s been a while since I’ve added a new essay to the bunch, and I admit that this is one of the periods of Peter’s life (not to mention a plot of Voldemort’s) that I find especially fascinating.

Voldemort’s decision to place Peter at Spinner’s End likely happened immediately after the events at the Little Hangleton graveyard in Goblet of Fire: Voldemort has a body now. He no longer requires full-time care, nor would he want to remind his followers that he ever needed it—it wouldn’t do to have Peter remain by his side. Plus, all this one-on-one time and physical/magical reliance has given Peter an unusual amount of knowledge about Voldemort, and perhaps the knowledge has made Peter…overly familiar. So, Voldemort removes Peter to Spinner’s End, and likely moves back into the Riddle House in Little Hangleton by himself.*

*Between the World Cup and Triwizard Tournament, Voldemort and Peter were living at Barty Crouch Sr’s home, which has now been compromised due to Barty Jr’s arrest. Voldemort doesn’t move into Malfoy Manor until right before Deathly Hallows begins.

Therefore, Peter is out of a job. I expect that Peter—with his fancy silver hand and Voldemort’s apparent gratitude—thought that he would now take his place at the Adult Table with the rest of the still-loyal first-tier Death Eaters that showed up at Little Hangleton when Voldemort called them. But…no.

Instead, Voldemort removes Peter from the Inner Circle, where all the action is happening and the plans are being made, and places him not only in Snape’s company, but in Snape’s own house, and therefore—it could be argued—under Snape’s authority.

Snape is, admittedly, not in the most secure position among the Death Eaters and Voldemort. He’s only just reemerged after living in essentially Dumbledore’s lap for the last 15 years. But he has over a decade of information that is valuable to Voldemort, and Voldemort isn’t foolish enough to disregard that, even if he doesn’t fully trust Snape (yet).

I suspect Voldemort placed Snape and Peter together for a couple reasons:

1. to have them spy on each other;

2. to get Peter out of his hair (or lack thereof), but not out of his orbit;

3. to stir shit.

Voldemort doesn’t fully trust Snape yet—he needs to hear some of that alleged Dumbledore/Order information first—and he’s never seen Peter operating as a full-time Death Eater**; there’s plenty of reason to believe that Peter might try to make a run for it.

**Unlike some, I don’t believe Peter was a fully Marked Death Eater until after Voldemort regained a body. I don’t think he was involved with/loyal to Voldemort at all during the First War—he spilled the beans to save his own life, not out of loyalty to or love of evil.

It kills two birds with one stone to give these men the task of checking up on each other—it fosters competition, and it doesn’t require any extra manpower. Each takes care of the other.

There’s a sort of apocryphal legend about Pharoahs and their tombs. I’m not sure how true it is, but it illustrates my next point well. When a Pharoah—along with an architect—designed and built his tomb, he wanted to ensure that his was the largest, grandest, and most spectacular tomb that had ever come before or after. So, when the Pharoah died, the architect might be killed and placed in the tomb with the Pharoah. This way, the royal architect would never be able to improve upon that which he had made, and never share the secrets of the Pharoah’s tomb with anyone else.

This is the principle upon which Voldemort is working with regards to removing Peter from his side and his confidence. Peter, frankly, knows too much. He was Voldemort’s sole confidant for nearly a year.

It is EXTREMELY likely that Peter is the only Death Eater who is clearly aware that Voldemort has not only one Horcrux, but several.^ Peter likely knows how Horcruxes are made and was almost certainly there when Nagini was made into one. He has seen Voldemort at his most vulnerable as well as at his most evil. Peter has proven himself not only a competent wizard, but an extraordinary one. Not to mention a dogged survivor!

^Snape doesn’t become aware of this until Dumbledore shows up with a rotting hand and the Peverell ring between OotP and HBP.

Peter’s not worth killing, either. A man who is willing to do anything to live is a valuable tool for someone like Lord Voldemort. Peter has proven that he’s willing to do the dirty work. (Bertha Jorkins, for example.)^^

^^In this way, Peter:Voldemort::Snape:Dumbledore. It’s a delicious and compelling parallel that lends itself beautifully to this circumstance.

Besides, Voldemort created his own insurance in the form of the silver hand, which seems to be programmed to kill Peter should he show an inclination to disobey Voldemort. Regarding the circumstances of Peter’s death as a consequence of sparing Harry’s life, there’s some confusion regarding the Life Debt business, but both the text and Pottermore heavily imply (or claim outright) that Peter did indeed show Harry a moment of mercy†, and the hand turned on him and strangled him to death as punishment for that mercy.

†The canon text grants this only grudgingly—Peter himself seems surprised to have done it, which muddies the waters a bit re: the hand and its motives/purpose.

Now, to my third point:

Almost nobody would argue with the idea that Voldemort is a raging drama queen. So when I say Voldemort was absolutely stirring shit by putting Snape and Peter under the same roof, you shouldn’t find it at all surprising.

It’s not just the fact that Peter ran with the two boys that made Snape’s life a living hell for almost a decade (and contributed to that hell, I’m sure, in his own right), not to mention with the werewolf who nearly—through no fault of Remus’s own—killed Snape. By the time Goblet of Fire ends, Snape is well aware that for all of his other awful and infuriating personality traits, Sirius is indeed innocent of betraying the Potters. Which can mean only one thing:

Snape knows that Peter Pettigrew is the one responsible for Lily’s death.

Snape’s feelings for and relationship to Lily were not a secret, especially to Voldemort (since Snape asked him to spare Lily’s life) and to the people Snape went to school with—especially James, who was fixated on and jealous of Snape and Lily’s friendship. Peter would, of course, be aware. I have no doubt that Peter immediately realized the position he was being put in when Voldemort ordered him to live with Snape in Spinner’s End, and I’m sure he was quite rightly nervous.

Isn’t that a delightful little mindfuck move on Voldemort’s part? Putting Snape and Peter together in time-out is a very practical punishment. He puts Snape with his childhood tormentor and the one who got the woman he loved killed, as punishment for perceived abandonment. And naturally Voldemort would be aware that Snape would hate and resent Peter because of their shared childhood and because of Lily; so what a fitting punishment for Peter, who is a man terrified that his past will catch up to him. All because he dared to witness Voldemort at his weakest. (Voldemort is SO petty, you guys.) And it dovetails so nicely with the primary reasons for placing them together: both Snape and Peter will be on edge, each desperate to prove his own loyalties as well as extra sensitive to any flaw in his roommate’s.

But Snape can’t let on that Lily’s death bothers him, nor murder Peter and risk outing himself as disloyal to Voldemort and the Death Eaters. What Snape can do, however, is make Peter’s time in Spinner’s End unpleasant and irritating. And the chapter Spinner’s End establishes exactly that: Snape treats Peter like a servant, and—as he does to Bellatrix—likely lords his own usefulness to Voldemort (and therefore, his arguably larger worth to him) over Peter’s head in the process.

And Peter can’t fight back. He’s not an idiot—he’s the kind of guy who knows when he knows too much. As to why he puts up with Snape treating him like shit, on one hand, I’m sure Peter is aware he deserves it (and besides, it’s only a couple months until Hogwarts is back in session). On the other, it’s not going to help him one whit to go complaining to Voldemort. As Peter’s been excused from the field of duty (and would frankly be too conspicuous‡), he can’t do anything to earn a reward, and unless he has rock-hard evidence that Snape is a traitor to Voldemort, Peter knows he’s stuck where he is. Which is exactly why he puts so much effort into spying on Snape in the hopes of catching him out and taking the opportunity to restore himself in Voldemort’s good graces. (Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if Voldemort suggested that was a Very Important Job and the only way for Peter to make his way back to the Adult Table.)

‡Sirius parallel!

Unfortunately, we only get a tiny glimpse into the life that Snape and Peter had made! There’s a massive well of tantalizing possibilities here regarding their interactions in Spinner’s End—how do you think it went? (I have a pet theory that they ended up tolerating each other quite well—they’re both DEEPLY lonely men with a great deal of shared history and references. I think there’s a lot about each other that they understand, which can, of course, be repulsive in this instance, but when it comes to a roommate, sometimes you also have to get on with it and cook a shared dinner and chat about the day’s events.)

I always love hearing your reactions, questions, and observations on these essays—please do keep them coming! If you like this, check out the rest of my Peter collection here.

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afaithy · 5 years

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A Crinkle of Fate; Ch 4

Available in AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16896918/chapters/39775413

Chapter 4: One way or anotherNotes:

"I don't understand it any more than you do, but one thing I've learned is that you don't have to understand things for them to be." — Madeleine L'Engle

Sirius, James and Remus were sitting under a tree. Both James and Sirius were spread over the grass with their hands behind their heads, while Remus was diligently reading a book. The only one missing from the unfamous quartet was Peter. He had left to get some snacks from the kitchen and hadn’t returned yet. “Wormtail sure is taking his time huh…?”Sirius barked “Ten sickles that he already ate everything on the way here?” “Hah, tricky bet, Padfoot...tricky bet…” James laughed “Maybe he just stopped for a nap.” “Actually...there he comes…” Remus said lifting his eyes from the book. Peter’s face was red and sweaty. It seemed like he had run all the way from the castle to them. “Finally! Hey...what happened to the snacks…” “S-s-snacks? Ah...I forgot…” “Forgot?Ha” James burst laughing “Wormtail, for Merlin’s sake...the whole point of you going back to the castle was to get snacks...how did you forget?” “Ahh...I got distracted.” “And care to explain what could be more important than the snacks?” Sirius asked with a raised eyebrow. “Slytherins…” “Aha….” “Seems like...someone. A first year, broke Boreas’s nose…with a punch.” “WHAT?” Both Sirius and James snapped. “Are you sure about that, Peter?” Remus asked. “Yeah, he and his gang were complaining about it. I heard them talk…” “Hahaha...What I’d have paid to see that…” Sirius laughed “Who was the kid? Deserves a hell of a prize…A first year with guts, let me tell you. I might like him...” “ That’s the best part…” Peter giggled “It wasn’t a he….it was she.” “A girl?” Remus said surprised. “A girl…? Well, I didn’t see that one coming.” James laughed “His slytherin pride must be torn, now haha…” “Is she okay?” Remus asked concerned. He knew that Boreas wouldn’t be so forgiving about someone who humiliated him. “Always the gentleman, Moony...worrying about others’ well being.” “It’s not funny, Sirius. You know Boreas temper…” Remus said shaking his head. “Actually...it seems that he pushed the girl over down the hill.” “He what?” Remus snapped horrified. “Now, that’s not nice…” Sirius said with frown “Is the kid okay?” “I ran pass her on my way here. Evans and Snape were helping her back to the castle. Honestly, she didn’t look that good. Quite pale and I think there was some blood on her robes…” Peter shrugged “It was that Hufflepuff girl with the hoodie…” “Tonks?” Remus said with wide eyes. “Are you bloody sure, Wormtail? That cack bag of Slytherin scum hurt my cousin?” “Err...Sirius, you do realize that until some days ago you had no idea who she was?” James said laughing. “So what? I like the kid...She punched a Slytherin and broke his nose without magic. That’s a thousand times more respectable than anything my family has ever done if you ask me…” “Yeah...it’s not hard to miss. The hood I mean. How many Hufflepuff girls walk around school with their hoods permanently on?” “...That’s a valid point.” James nodded “So what are you going to do, Padfoot ? Are you going to get payback from Boreas?” “Maybe we should go check on her first. Before you do anything rash, Sirius.” Remus suggested closing his book. He was actually concerned about Tonks “She probably doesn’t know anything about you either.” “Guess Moony is right.” Sirius nodded “First stop, the Hospital Wing. Then I can get payback…” The Gryffindor quartet was soon making their way back to the Castle. The Hospital Wing was empty except for a tiny figure laying on the bed closest to the window. Madam Pomfrey was staring at the girl sternly and judging by her look she was most likely scolding her. “Ms. Tonks… a broken hip isn’t something you get from tripping.” “Well...I guess it is, if you trip and roll 700 yard down a hill?” “It’s not funny, young lady. “ “I know it isn’t. I’m dying of pain right now…” Remus smiled when Madam Pomfrey let out an irritated sigh. “Alright...I’ll bring some painkilling potions, too. Stay here and don’t move, Ms. Tonks. For your own sake, don’t move.” “Ohhh...even if I wanted to, I doubt I could...considering my current state, madam.” “Very funny, Ms. Tonks...oh...Black, Potter, Petigrew and Lupin. What are you four doing here?” Tonks pushed herself up a little to look at them and Remus saw the girl make out a pained face, before dropping back on to the bed. “Good afternoon, Madam Pomfrey…” Sirius said giving her his charmest smile “I heard my cousin had gotten herself into and accident and I wanted to check on her.” “Your cousin? Oh...of course, you mean Ms. Tonks. Well, Mr. Black. As you might see, she’s lying over there. She somehow managed to trip and break her hip, but it’s nothing that can’t be solved with a bone fixing potion. Unfortunately, she might have troubles walking for a few days.” “So it isn’t nothing grave? Someone said there was bleeding…” “Oh yes, she lost a bit of blood, but nothing life threatening.” Madam Pomfrey replied “You may do her company while I go for the potions; but...don’t make her move.” “Understood, madam.” Madam Pomfrey stared at the four boys sternly before leaving the room. The quartet walked closer to the bed. Since Remus was the most familiar with the girl, he was the first to greet her with a smile. “Oh, well. This is embarrassing. It seems that each time we bump to each other I’m in a rather disadvantageous position…” Tonks chuckled. The girl sure had a humor that didn’t match her age. “You didn’t have to fall down a hill to prove me your point about clumsiness…” Remus smiled at her “Are you okay?” “Splendid…” Tonks replied “I just happen to have a few broken bones, but you already knew that…” Remus heard Sirius bark another laugh. “Geez, I like her. Hey, cousin. Nice to meet you.” Sirius said coming to greet her. “Oooh, let me guess. Sirius Black, right?” Tonks said staring at the boy “I little bird warned me about you.” “Good or bad?” “You tell me…” Tonks replied “ I’d say 50-50. Then again, nobody is perfect. But you don’t seem to be that bad…” “I take that as a compliment…” Sirius smiled “ These are my friends, James and Peter and you already knew Remus.” “Wotcher…” Tonks smiled “Call me Tonks. I’d get up to address you properly, but well...” “Don’t worry about it. Why didn’t you tell Madam Pomfrey it was Boreas who pushed you down the hill?” Remus asked with a kind look. “Well, technically speaking. I did trip and fell downhill, so there’s no lie there. I just omitted the part where Boreas used the knockback jinx on me and made me trip…” Tonks shrugged “It’s not big deal, honestly. I did break his nose, so I think it was worth it.” “Yeah, we heard about that. Well, done cousin.” Sirius snorted “but mind if I ask you what triggered that?” “Well...since he was so interested on knowing what my mudblood father had taught me, I just thought I should show him.” Tonks replied with a smile, but Remus noticed the bitterness in her words “He can make fun of me as much as he pleases, but he shouldn’t drag my parents into it.” “Fair enough. That’s a low blow…” James agreed “You were brave to stand against him. I mean, he’s a second year. Not many first years would dare…” “Well, my dad always says...a bully is a bully, and it’s important that you stand up to them or they’ll keep getting you.” “Wise words…” Remus nodded “but not if they will end up putting you in the hospital.” “Well, to be fair. I would have ended up here eventually ...with my amazing ability to trip on my face, as you may notice....” Remus smiled at her. “ We might have to do something about that…” “Nah, my parent’s already tried and failed miserably. I’ll just enjoy the small bits of pampering and hope I won’t end up scared.” “Yeah, I think I can definitely say you’re my favorite cousin…” Sirius laughed. “Well, I might as well take that as a compliment, shouldn’t I?” Tonks pushed herself up making an obvious face of pain. Both Sirius and Remus were helped her into a sitting position; the later put the pillows behind her back in gentleman manner. “So...I heard Evans helped you. Guess you were lucky…” James said crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, yes. I’ll have to come up with something to pay her and Snape’s kindness. Merlin knows how long it would have been before someone noticed my absence. I just got lucky he heard those green bullies and was concerned enough to go check…” “Snape?” Remus said surprised. “Wait? Snivellus?” James said wide eyed “He what? You mean he was the one who went looking for you?” “You look surprised…” Tonks said with a frown “Yeah, not like he’d admit it. He kept pushing the credits to Lily, but I’m good at reading people. He’s a good boy despite his looks…” “Are we talking about the same Snape?” Sirius seemed skeptical. Lily had complained to her about her cousin and his gang poor relations with Snape. Her annoyance was primary directed to Sirius and James. “Petigrew just follow their lead blindly; Lupin isn’t that bad, he doesn’t go against Severus, but he doesn’t stop the other two from doing it either…” she had said. “It’s simply annoying. They call themselves the Marauders, or something stupid like that…” Tonks could help, but feel amused at Lily’s indignation, while the real victim simply kept quiet. Snape was obviously not talker, and despite having some obvious Sytherin traits, Tonks could tell the boy was good. “Yup, unless he has a twin brother that I haven’t met.” “Two Snivellus? That’d be a nightmare…” James chuckled. “Why do you call him that?” Tonks asked frowning. “Why not?” “Well, it’s not nice….” “He’s a Slytherin, there’s nothing nice about the green snakes…” James snorted. Tonks glared at James. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him with irritation. The look would have been intimidating if it hadn’t been interrupted by her soft groan as the movement had sent a wave of pain up her hip. Her dad used to call it the “Black glare” and he always laughed saying that it was probably the only trait she’d inherited from her maternal family. “Oooh….that sent chills down my back. I could almost see my mum in that glare” Sirus said shivering. “You know...that’s a little prejudiced and stereotyped…” Tonks said a stern voice that made her sound older than she looked. She had completely ignored Sirius and her dark eyes were stuck on James “Not all Slytherins are bad, the same as not all Gryffindors are saints…” “Woah...no need to get so worked out…” Jamos said raising his arms dejectedly. Tonks let out an irritated sigh. Maybe it was because of her parents influence, or the way she had grown because of her little gift; but if there was something that she found stupid was prejudice. “My mum was a Slytherin…” she said with a frown “ Sometimes you need to look a little deeper before you judge. Not all wolves are out eat the sheep,you know?” The group was suddenly staring at her dumbfounded and Tonks blinked in confusion. Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she had seen Remus pale a little. “What did you…?” he muttered softly. “Did you just said...wolves?” “Err...yeah?” Tonks shrugged. “From all animals in the world...wolves?” Sirius asked. “Hey...those poor things are always misunderstood…” Tonks defended poking his cousin’s chest with a finger “Always the bad guy of the story….but do you know that, among all the animals in the world, wolves are among the smartest and most loyal creatures?” “Ok, ok...I get that...so you’re a wolf lover…” Sirius laughed looking at Lupin with a raised eyebrow. “I might have a strange inclination for them…” Tonks shrugged “Dad said it was weird that I prefered a wolf plush toy instead of a doll when I was younger. Then again...I’ve never been normal to begin with…” The last part she muttered it softly. “What was that again?” “Nothing… so in conclusion, just because other people say something is bad, doesn’t mean it is bad. So stop using the Slytherin is bad excuse to bully and innocent boy...that doesn’t make you any better than Boreas…” “Auch...that was a low blow.” Sirius laughed “Fine… we’ll dislike Snape for being Snape, and not for being a Slyth.” “Hey, who knows maybe you’ll be up for a surprise. Maybe you’ll like him after knowing him better…” “THAT is not going to happen.” “Ok...boys always have to be stubborn…” “You talk like you have experience with boys…” James said curiously. “That’s what my mum always says. I never had much interaction with other kids…” “Why?” Peter asked curiously. “That...is a story for another day…” At the moment, Madam Pomfrey came into the room an handled Tonks a cup with smoking content. The potion smelled weird and tasted even worse, but the effect was instantaneous, the pain that ran down from her hip to her leg began to fade away. “Very well, Ms. Tonks...I do hope you won’t be rolling down hills anytime soon.” Madam Pomfrey said after checking that the bones on her hip had mended properly. “Ah...too bad, I think I was starting to find the fun at it…” Madam Pomfrey clicked my tongue in a gesture of censure. “No doubt you’re Ted Tonks daughter…” “Proudly…” Tonks grinned. “You’re good enough to leave, but I think it might be better for you to stay here for a couple days. Walking up stairs will still be painful...” “Stairs and I have always had a complicated relationship.” “I can imagine. Very well, you lot. Don’t stay too long…” With those words the healer had turned on her heels and walked back into her office. “A complicated relationship?” Sirius asked. “Call it a love triangle between the steps, me and the floor…” The group giggled. With all the complains that Lily had dropped on her, Tonks had been sure that Sirius and his gang were a bunch of prats, but after talking with them for a bit she realized that the boys weren’t as bad as Lily described them. “Ah...buggers. I didn’t get to mail my letter to my parents…” she realized. “Would you like me to send the owl for you?” Remus offered nicely. “Ah, I wouldn’t want to make you walk all the way to the Owlery to send a letter that isn’t yours…” Tonks chuckled “I appreciate the intention though. I guess I’ll do it tomorrow…”

*** “Well….I like here. It’s nice to know that I still have some nice relatives….” Sirius said cheerfully. They had spent most of the afternoon in the hospital wing talking to Tonks. The girl was funny, friendly and likeable and Sirius had totally decided that she was his new favorite relative. “She’s sort of weird though…” James said rubbing his chin. “I said that since the beginning. She didn’t put down her hood during all the time we were there…” Peter said “Do you think she might have horns or snake hair?” “Don’t be ridiculous, Wormtail…” “Pushing away the hood thing though…”James said “Isn’t it weird that she kind of...likes Snivellus?” “Her point was valid though…” Remus said shaking her head “Perhaps...he isn’t as bad as we take him for…” “Moony, I think you’re just a little biased with her…” Sirius chuckled “She likes wolves, so hey...it might work. For the record...I approve the relationship...” “She’s 11, Sirius….” “So what? We’re 12, next year we’ll be 13 and she’ll be 12….no one said it had to be now.” Lupin rolled his eyes at his friend words. However he had a strange feeling lurking in the back of his mind. For a 11 years old girl, her thinking felt beyond her age. “Next time we should ask her what she thinks about werewolves….” Sirius suggested. “Sirius...no…” “Relax, you know I wouldn’t tell her; but I’m still curious what her reaction would be.” “Probably the same that everyone else’s…” “Well...one never knows. ” Lupin decided to ignore his friend as he made his way into the Great Hall to have dinner. The conversation was soon forgotten and replaced with more random subjects, but Lupin couldn’t brush off the strange sensation that kept naggin the back of his mind.

*** Saturdays were uneventful days in Hogwarts. First and second years had the day free to roam the grounds and the Castle while older students could visit the neighboring Town. Tonks had heard thousands of stories about Hogsmeade from her parents, but despite all the nice things, she found out she wasn’t that overly excited about visiting the place. Hogwarts was interesting enough to keep her overactive mind preoccupied after all, and after begging and promising the school’s healer that she would be wary of her steps, she was finally given the green light to leave the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey hadn’t been lying when she said that her hip would bother her despite the potion. Her leg felt stiff and if she laid to much weight on to it, it hurt pretty badly, but after testing it a bit, she realized that if she kept a slow, she wouldn’t have problems to walk to the owlery. The day was beautifully clear and the fresh breeze was alluring as she followed stoned trail. She felt particularly lucky that she hadn’t crossed paths with any of the green bullies; she did stumble with both Lily and Snape as they were heading to the library to work on some reports that were due to next week. “Well, wotcher, Sade. I bet you missed me yesterday…”she said scratching the owl’s head “I hope mum and dad won’t be too annoyed for receiving a very late letter. Try to speak a little in my favor, would you?” The honey colored owl turned its head to her and stared her with his big green eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. It isn’t like I skipped on purpose. , I got myself caught in an unpleasant accident. Just let mum and dad know I’m all good and stopping being so nosy, you old owl...” Tonks knew that the bird could speak, but she had gotten used to talk to him since she was younger. Even though she wasn’t entirely sure if she understood fully, she was sure she could make out some of the things that bird tried to tell her sometimes. “Yeah, I’m doing okay so far. I think I might had made a couple friends. One unknown cousin among them...what is ironical in here is that none of them are in the same house as me. Well, not that it matters. My lessons with McGonagall started well...maybe I’ll be able to keep this….” she said pointing at her hood “down by the end of the term...wouldn’t that be nice?” The sound of a broken branch startled her and she turned right on time to come face to face with Lupin who was climbing up the stairs. “Wotcher…” she greeted him with wide eyes “By yourself today?” Lupin seemed as surprised to see her as she was. The boy stared at her with bright green eyes before smiling at her politely; a smile that evoked a strange sense of deja vu. “Hello, Tonks. Yes, my friends seem to enjoy the chance to sleep in on a saturday.” “A joy that you don’t seem to fancy, apparently. I take you’re the early bird of the quartet…” “More or less. You’re early for a saturday as well.” “Postal duties…”she chuckled in response “My parents would worry if I didn’t write as promised…” “I think all parents do...” Lupin nodded as he picked one brown bird and tied a rolled piece of parchment to its claw “How’s your hip?” “Much better… but I’m afraid I have an ugly limp. And it took me 30 minutes to reach this place…”she chuckled. Lupin tilted his head slightly. His green eyes staring at her thoughtfully. “Are you heading back to the castle?” “I..suppose? I thought of taking a stroll to see the views. My dad always talk about the views fondly. But knowing my luck, I might break my other leg...” she laughed. “It’s a nice day for a stroll...mind some company?” “Oh that’d be nice.” The pair walked out of the tower.Tonks’s steps were slow, but Lupin had adjusted his pace to follow hers, from the four boys in Sirius’s gang, it was obvious he was the one with the best manners. “You can see Hogsmeade from here…” he said pointing ahead of them “right over there…” “Looks like a cosy town….” Tonks smiled “You’ll be able to visit it next year, right?” “Yes. Sirius and James can’t wait to visit the shops…” “And you?” “Maybe one or two…” he smiled modestly. “Mmm...let me guess….a bookstore?” “Am I that predictable?” he smiled shyly. “No, no...it was a guess. You’re always carrying a book after all…” “You noticed?” “It seems that I am quite observative. My dad says it will come in handy when I decide what my career after Hogwarts will be…” “You also said that you could read people…” Tonks bit her bit distractedly. “Mmmm...I don’t know how I do it. My parents asked me before, but I just...know.” she replied “small things that you normally wouldn’t pay attention to...small details tell a lot, don’t you think?” Lupin stared at her curiously. Yesterday he had thought her thoughts were a little beyond her age, now this girl was telling him that she could analyze people by watching them? He was suddenly quite interested. “Would you show me?” “Sure, as long as you don’t mind that I use you as model since there’s nobody else around haha…” “I can live with that. I‘m really curious…” Tonks smiled at him and started cycling around him with meticulous eyes. “You like to read, you probably stay late reading at night under the light of your wand. Sometimes magic books, some other just fiction to kill time. You like to write notes at the margin of the books...and probably you mark the passages that you like …” “How did…?” “Your hands...they’re stained with ink. The color is quite weak, so it isn’t fresh and your book, I can see the ink lines in the margins…” she chuckled “The rest was pure guess...just to make it interesting…” “That’s...amazing…” “You think? My dad would take to the park sometimes and we’d sit down and watch the people around and try to guess their story. Dad was convinced that I was a auror on my past life haha…” “You’re are really fond of your parents…” “Who isn’t fond of his parents? Well, except Sirius. I didn’t have the chance to have many friends when I was younger, so my playmates were always mum or dad…” “Why?” “I have my reasons. If you keep being such a nice boy with me, I might consider telling you…” she answered winking at him playfully. “Sounds like a deal…” Tonks chuckled and continued walking with her small limp. Lupin walking by her side, making random comments and pointing her some of the grounds best points like a tourist guide would. Unlike James and Sirius, he was more of a shy and quiet boy, especially when it came to people from the other gender, so he found surprising, how easy he could speak to Tonks. He felt comfortable talking to her; it was a sensation of familiarity, almost as if...they’d known each other for a long time. “You don’t look like a trouble maker, you know? How did you end up with a bunch of pranksters?” “Well, we share rooms...to begin with. Bonding was just a natural thing…” “I guess that makes sense…” she nodded. “What about you? Haven’t you made friends in your house…” “Contrary to what many would think...it seems I am much less social than I look. They’re nice, good people I’m sure...it’s just…” Tonks words lingered for a bit with the incomplete idea. The girl was looking at the green fields that surrounded Hogwarts lost in thought. It was something hard to explain, but she had troubles when it came to trusting people. Her parents had said that it’d been like that since she was a baby. Tonks could be friendly and adorable, but that was all. Unless she got to know the person well enough, she wouldn’t give in completely into the interaction. Her parents had been slightly taken back by their daughter’s social abilities, but accepted it nevertheless. Her dad usually joked that at least, he could be sure that she would never run away with some useless brat when she was older. It was then that the girl realized something. She didn’t seem to have problems trusting Lupin or Sirius the day before. Their interactions had come out naturally; like old friends that had years of not seeing each other. With James and Peter, it was different, she felt awkward about the boy with glasses, and wary about the smaller one. “Just…?” Lupin’s voice dragged her out of her thoughts. The boy was staring at her carefully and she grinned at him. “Sorry...kind of spaced out. What was I saying…?” “Something about your roomates…” “Oh, yeah. Ehm...they’re okay. You know that tree really is the weirdest tree I’ve ever seen in my life…” “Ah...that’s the whomping willow. You better keep yourself away from it unless you like Madam Pomfrey’s company. It has a very bad temper...” “Ah...well, as friendly as she might be...I don’t think she likes me enough to see me that often; and ...I might be a klutz, but I do have a sense of survival...I’ll keep my distance.” “Smart…” Lupin laughed “At least you’re not like your cousin in that sense. Sirius seems to enjoy the adrenaline of putting himself in the edge…” “Well...as long as he doesn’t get himself killed for something stupid. Constant vigilance…” “Constant vigilance?” “Aha...I don’t know where I heard that, honestly, but you know the drill...be wary of everything, danger lurks in every corner...booooo” Tonks replied jokingly. “You...know….sometimes it feels like you’re not 11 years old at all…” Lupin chuckled “If Sirius had your level of thinking, he’d spent less time in detention with James…” “Oh, I’d get myself in detention eventually. That’s just my luck. So Mr. Tourist Guide, what else will you show me?” “How about the animal pen? Hagrid’s cabin is right down this way…” “Then lead the way. I trust you’ll make sure I won’t stumble down to a another broken hip….” “I think I can catch you if you fall…” “As long as I don’t drag you with me, of course!”

Lupin smiled at the girl as they walked down to Hagrid’s cabin. Hagrid wasn’t home, and Lupin guessed that he was probably at Hogsmeade with the older students. There would be another chance to introduce Tonks to him. The friendly creatures were kept in a small pen behind of Hagrid’s cabin; most of them were small animals like ocamies, nifflers, kneazels and puffskeins. “Awwwww, aren’t those incredible cute?” Tonks said grabbing the fence of the pen with glittering eyes “ Look at them! They look so furry and squishable…”

Lupin couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s reaction. That was more like the kind of behavior he’d expect from a girl like her. “ Ah...adorable. I think I have a soft spot for furry animals haha…” “I bet you have pets at home..” “Unfortunately no. I wish I had though. It’d have been nice to have some company. Hey look, isn’t that your gang?” Lupine turned on his heels and looked toward the castle. James and Sirius walked down the path to them with laughter and jokes, while Peter followed enthusiastically. “Heh, seems like our tour is over…” Tonks chuckled. “Heeeet you two…” Sirius shouted loudly “Tonksieee….” “Wotcher me dear lost cousin...did you enjoy your sleep?” “Yeah, I was dreaming about dragons and dogs….” “Dragons and dogs? Well, that’s a interesting combo…” “Nah, it was good. What about you two, heh? Moony you should have told me you were going to meet my cous...” “Ah, mind you. It seems that Lupin and I had the awesome idea of sending mail at the same time today and since you, bunch of sleepy heads, were out of business and I have pretty much nothing to do, he was showing me around.” “Oh, that sounds like it was fun…” James said “Saw anything interesting?” “Uhm...well, that depends of what you consider interesting, I guess; but it was enjoyable. Thank you...now that your gang is back up, it’s my cue to leave you alone…” she added winking at Lupin “ Show me around some other time, would you?” “I…” Lupin began, but was interrupted by Sirius loud voice. “Ah, you leaving?” Sirius asked surprised. “Don’t leave because of us!” James added with a smile. “Mmmm...no at all, but I’m sure you don’t want a girl nosing around your boy adventures. See you guys around then…” Before any of them could say something to stop her, the girl turned around and began walking towards the castle with a small limp. The four boys were left watching her back as her image gre smaller and smaller. “I said...weeeeeird….” Peter groaned. “Ah...she’s just shy with boys, I guess…” James shrugged “It happens…” “She didn’t seem that shy with Moony…” Sirius pouted. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Sirius…” James laughed “ just because your cousin prefers Moony over you haha…” “I am no jealous!” “I think you are…” “I say I am not….!”

Lupin rolled his eyes and smiled. Sirius and James were too busy bickering with each other and Peter was watching them amused. None of them noticed that he wasn’t even paying attention to them anymore, as his glance was staring at the tiny hooded figure that walked slow but confidently to the castle. Maybe Tonks was weird,but he liked her weirdness.

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Guns, Love, Roses

Written by Jerome A. Kay

Chapter 1;

Love. An emotion described as being almost as addictive as any other drug in the world. Since the beginning of time, love is an emotion described as being complex and unpredictable. The only feeling in the world that can cause happiness, sadness, anger, passion, jealousy, and in some cases, a mixture of all. It’s an emotional state of being vulnerable, and a constant surprise of not knowing whats going to happen next. So why is it that love becomes an emotion that we strive to understand and figure out, yet when we explore and experience it, it can hurt and potentially destroy us? The answer is simple. As human beings, we can't help but feel the need to be wanted. We seek friendship and companionship as a way to cope with everyday problems, and having the support you need with friends and your significant other makes life just that bit easier. The people you hang out with defines you, and makes you who you are today. Friendship, relationships, and companionship come at a cost, which is time. To balance sacrificing time to maintain, grow and meet new people is something that even I find difficult to find the answer to. I guess we all go through life differently, right? In order to experience this, you must let your walls crumble for another person to enter your life for them to see whats on the other side of the wall and they too must do the same because friendships and relationships work around what we call trust. Without trust there is no foundation to any type of relationship, and so this story which you’re about to read involves heavily around respect, loyalty, and honour. By following these three codes, and act upon them, you become trustworthy to others around you too. Stay true to your words, and keep promises that you make, because by acting upon what you say- demonstrates the type of person you are both to them, and to yourself for you are without a doubt, true to your word. For the people we love, we hold three seperate masks which we put on, then off- depending on the circumstances. One mask for your family- one mask for your friends- and one mask for yourself. In this chapter, I’m putting on a mask for the friends which has made me who I am today.

I’m going to take you back to the city of Melbourne, Australia- where it all started. More specifically, the inner suburbs of the west. Labelled one of the roughest sides in Melbourne where ironically, I first learnt what brotherhood love truly was. If you lived in the western suburbs of Melbourne, YKB was a well known troubled Asian youth gang that originated from the suburbs of Kings Park, a suburb neighbouring St. Albans which was filled with nothing but Vietnamese families who immigrated here back in the early 1970’s. It stood for Young Kings Park Boys and, if you didn’t have enough money to live in Boxhill or Springvale- or any Asian parts of the eastern suburbs, you wounded up here in the west- which was filled with a higher rate of crime and was considered the roughest part of Melbourne. Yes, you guessed it- Kings Park was one of them. Children playgrounds would be filled with used syringes, house burglary was common, people used and sold drugs, and trap houses were everywhere. It was to nobody’s surprise that joining YKB became almost too easy. However- I’ll stop you there, because I’ll be totally honest, we weren’t a gang. We were just highschool friends consisting of only 10 of us within our friendship circle who caused nothing but trouble in Year 9 at a school called Copperfield College, located in the heart of Kings Park. We honestly didn’t give a fuck about school and always talked about girls and looking forward to going clubbing when we were older but man I had to say, the teachers and principal especially- hated us. Detention and suspensions became my middle name, but to my surprise- none of us had gotten expelled. In class, we did nothing but throw pencils and highlighters at one another, make paper planes and throwing at each other, scratching the tables with our initials and drawing dicks and balls, and my favourite prank yet- rubbing the tip of the pen really fast on the bench- causing it to heat up and touch other students in the face or arm with it, leaving a small burn mark. We made the art teacher cry once for calling her a slut and made her quit. Fighting of course, was our favourite. We would all write our names on a tiny piece of paper, put it in a hat, and shake it around and the two names which popped up had to fight at lunch time inside the boys toilets where we filmed it, laughed, and became our primary source of entertainment. Lunch time fights was my only reason why I even came to school- otherwise I’d either not turn up or wag class to go steal at the milkbar next door or ride our bikes around the area. To put it simply, we loved the art of misbehaving, and we loved doing it so long as we had the company of doing it with one another because to me- no matter what we did or what we got up to, I felt like I belonged somewhere- and the feeling of being wanted and being called part of the boys disregarded all thoughts in relation to consequential thinking when it came down to doing things which were considered immoral.

Things started getting serious when we started trouble with particular kids in school who had older brothers or cousins that were affiliated with a particular gang whom they called themselves Little St. Albans- LAS for short, who began mocking us, intimidating us, saying shit like “what are you gonna do?” Or “you guys are nothing!” Just because they were a known gang didn’t mean shit to us just because we were just a group of mates who didn’t have a name. Wayne, one of our mates from school, decided to label us as Young Kings Park Boys, and we didn’t question it as we accepted him as the leader. We were now officially called a gang and LSA laughed at our faces because they couldn’t take us seriously until they realised we were ballsy enough to call them out for fights. We thought they were just all talk until they’d rock up infront of the school gates at the end of school, waiting for us to fight- and we did. Every couple weekends we would rally together and fight against LSA. We fought hard, and tried our best to stick up for ourselves, but lost every single time because we were outnumbered and sometimes they’d use weapons and played from dirty from time to time. They didn’t like to lose, and neither did we. Winning was a must because we had too much pride and ego. We began asking around kids from school who were down to fight with us and were more than welcome to be a part of the boys. To our surprise, our numbers grew only just slightly and we were on par against LSA who finally shook hands with us and said we earnt their respect and that they’ll finally leave us alone on the condition that we helped them fight against a gang known as Prosperity Sunshine Boys- which was also short for PSB. LSA and PSB had been fighting for a couple months now- apparently over a girl and we got involved. PSB, were on a whole new level. Even with YKB and LSA combined we were no match for them during gang fights, outnumbering us almost 2:1. But we still fought, because we were loved it, despite getting our asses kicked. Word went around quick about the drama between YKB, LSA, and PSB. Our gang name grew larger in reputation, and so did our ego. We wanted to get bigger, better, and stronger.

In order to do so, we needed more members. We would go out of our way to threaten other kids from neighbouring schools and if they arched up or fought back we would stop harassing them, and instead- shake their hand and ask them to join. Another way we got people to join was to test how much balls they’d have- so we’d tell them to go to Coles and come out with a bag full of stolen lollies and chips. If they came out without being caught they’d became YKB instantly- and we’d eat it all and leave it nothing for them. We were looking for specific boys who were wiling to stand their ground and proved that they had the guts to stick up for themselves and did as we told- and that was all. Just be loyal, respect us, and be honourable. Racism around this time was quite predominant. We would be labelled as having small dicks, squinty eyes, and were called gooks or fobs by other races- the wogs and islanders in particular who had their own cliche. The one insult that we all hated, was being told to go back to where we belong, or go back to China because to them- all Asians were “apparently” all from China. We didn’t hesitate to put a fist in someone’s mouth for saying that, because we were defensive against our own race and stuck up for helpless kids who were victim of racism because we took pride in who we were, and where we derived from. Deep down, we all knew that the only place we really belonged to- was with one another. Just by spending time and hanging together as a group gave us a sense of purpose and identify- and our bond as a gang grew along with it. That’s how I met my three bestfriends- Jake, Dylan, and Wayne. They were more friendlier than the others, because they wouldnt fight or seek trouble unless we really had to, and they stood by me through thick and thin. I remember the story clearly- the 10 of us, at Watergardens station steps, Little Henry from YKB called Wayne a bitch if he didn’t smack a cyclist and take his bike. Without hesitation, Wayne did so and the boys had a laugh as the man tried to give chase. Wayne stumbled and struggled to get away and that’s what made it even funnier. Another story about Dylan, was when we got into a fight with a kid who claimed he was telling everyone he was YKB at St. Alban's train station, but after confronting him, some old wog guy tried breaking up the fight and that was when we turned our attention to him instead- jumped him, bashed him, and it was Dylan who smashed a bottle on top of his head which sent him to juvy. I remember this day like it was yesterday, watching and laughing at the video footage of us running away from the scene and seeing Dylan bottle him, fleeing, and tripping over his own shoe lace. That assault went viral in the area and I remember clearly all 5 of us running away as that man laid still and lifeless, bleeding from his head and his daughter there crying. He was labelled a hero for doing it amongst the boys- no matter how fucked up the situation was. We encouraged violence. If at any given time we said we were going to do something- whether it be to hit, stab, or jump someone- we would do it. Our threats weren’t empty because we stayed true to our words. None of us were shit talkers.

Being a part of any gang- YKB especially- came the reputation, and depending on what you did or how hard you repped the gang came the amount of attention you earnt from those who knew of you- and people would suck up to you, claiming were a sick cunt or try to befriend you. It was an ego feeder- but with the goods, came the bads. Mum would always tell me that If you seek trouble, trouble will come to you- and in our case trouble would always be around the corner. We would try to look for ways to get into fights with either ourselves or random strangers- we would argue over pointless shit- for example over the last cigarette. We’d spent most of our time playing a computer game called Dota at Akira in St. Albans. If we weren’t at Akira or hanging out at St. Albans station steps with LSA, we would all catch a bus to Watergardens which became our secondary domaine. Here, we spent the rest of our days skipping school and hogging the Maximum Tune machines at Hoyts. Since we were poor, we mostly scabbed $2 off kids from strangers to play the game and hussle kids from other schools to get it because they were easy targets. Some of us were good at stealing, using our five finger discount skills at popular retail stores like Ozmosis, JB HI FI, Big W and, Woolworths- being our favourite place because that’s where it held all the lollies and bags of chips. You had to be good at it cause once staff and security picked up that we were doing it all the time, we got banned and the security guards would all know us by face and by name- which was what forced us into kicking it around the station steps of Watergardens after school for hours where we wasted time mocking people, smoking, threatening people, and again, fighting people for no reason, even if it was over a stare or looking at any of us the wrong way. If we didn’t have money, we would walk around the suburban area, robbing people for their belongings- jewelery, wallets, phones, and in some cases, peoples shirts (if It was branded) or even their shoes regardless if it fit or not. To put it simply, we seeked the thrill of wanting to be rebellious to gain attention and to give ourselves a name that we weren’t to be messed around with. The one thing though, about us boys in particular- is that we all had something to prove towards one another. Just because we were a gang who all fought for eachother and believed in the same idea and principle- we also contested one another as an act to prove who was more superior and better. We would have one on one fights between eachother and if you turned down a fight you wouldn’t be part of the boys anymore and be considered a pussy. You had to be a fighter, and you had to back one another up and do as they say, and to not ask questions. That was how we showed respect.

Highpoint was a no go, considering every time we went we would fight with boys from PSB. Sometimes we win, sometimes we’d lose- depending on how many we’d bump into there. VIP nights at Highpoint were held a couple times a year- which meant massive discounts on all clothes. We didn’t give a fuck about discounts or clothes because we only went for one purpose- PSB. We all knew they’d be there and, without a doubt, we would come through those shopping centre doors with weapons- and in numbers and LSA would be there with us. Fighting became much more intense as chairs would be thrown and other bystanders would be hit- it was chaotic. For fun, one of the boys were heavily into spray painting and thought it was fun to spray paint the initials YKB across the car park of Watergardens, then eventually it stretched into St. Albans. Sometimes we did it at Highpoint, but PSB would just spray paint their tags right over ours and there wasn’t any point- or risk. We all taught eachother how to spray paint and eventually once we got good, we made an effort to spray paint the fences of peoples house near the train tracks, so that everyone who caught the Sunbury line would see our tags which stretched out until we stopped at Footscray- because, we didn’t fuck around with guys from that area. We knew who to disrespect- and knew who was worth giving respect too, and the boys in Footscray were one of them.

Three years later after the creation of YKB- lots had changed. No one respected each other, loyalty was a joke to some people- and there was no honour. There were a lot of unnecessary agression and violence within our circle- and also to other people. A lot of people in the gang, especially the new kids who joined- acted cocky and big headed, and only joined for their own reputation or a name for themselves. The group almost tripled in size, and it was only by mistake that this happened because people even I didnt know was in it, who began inviting others- and others began inviting their cousins, and it got annoying because we didn’t know who was friend, or foe. Not even Wayne was able to control the gang. Now that I think back, I’m not going to lie- were absolute drop kicks. We were all young and immature, uneducated and just full of nothing but energy, testosterone, and pride. Most of us began dropping out after Year 10, most of us came from broken families and did nothing with our lives- yet as obvlious kids, we aall visioned ourselves to be in each other’s lives till the very end because we claimed we were loyal and that we loved one another. Predominately in the Asian gangs, especially Vietnamese - they had a saying which involved the term Anh Em. This means brother, in Vietnamese and was heavily used as a sign of respect. Even if you weren’t Vietnamese like myself, you would still get called one. And in my days, a lot of asian gangs were Vietnamese-based. It wasn’t long until the term got used loosely- and without meaning.

Some of these memories back when it was only just the 10 of us was why I purely stayed, but as new members starting joining I lost the respect for the group entirely but some of us, like myself, still needed a place to belong- hence why we stayed despite the two facing, bitching and hate grow like cancer within our circle. I began to hate showing loyalty- especially to specific boys in the group who didn’t deserve it, but you had to get involved no matter if the situation was big, small, or life threatening. What pisses me off sometimes- is if you needed help with your own fights, most boys would say they would help but wouldn’t even show face. Where’s the loyalty in that? There wasn’t any true love for this gang anymore and despite spending most of my teenage years with them, I needed to find another place to find what love meant, because I was wasting my time hanging out with friends who weren’t beneficial for my life. I made a Tumblr back when everyone thought it was cool. I posted many photos of the boys and what we got up to and I remember writing something about me wanting to leave and wanted to find somewhere else I could belong to without all the violence and to my surprise I received an anonymous messaged me which said, "I can change you.” I asked who she was by replying to her message and moments later she revealed herself to me and I didn’t hesitate for a second asking for her phone number. This is the beginning of how I opened up the next chapter to how I experienced love with a girl.

After graduating high school, I grew out of the gang phase. YKB slowly died down, along with its drama. Some of the boys branched off and made their own gang, bringing some of the boys with them. Others dwelled deeper into the harder drugs such as methamphetamine and heroin, and mind you most of us weren’t even eighteen yet, destroying their lives at a very early age of addiction and dependency. Majority of us had police records consisting of theft, assault, and burglary. Some of us were in juvy, jail, or deported and we all knew it just wasn’t the same. But as we got older, we believed that it was best we walked our seperate ways. Till this day, I still keep Wayne, Jake and Dylan as mates because they were the only ones who stood by me through thick and thin. As for the rest of the guys, it’s a hi and bye if I do ever see or bump into them. I’ll always remember being apart of the group, as it showed me what brotherhood love really stood for.

In loving memory of Sorhana M.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Sequel

Conclusion

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PARADOX PLANET : World of Sea : Science Fiction : 1 part

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PARADOX PLANET

Glen Ten-Eyck

This is an excerpt from a novel in progress called GONE TO SEA

2579 words in chapter 1

writing begun 2005

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1. Paradox Planet

This was going to be difficult, thought Captain Alain. In the wardroom of his ship, the ESA 14, he faced Mr. Torres, the leader of the colonial expedition. Mr. Torres was not a happy man.

“This is an outrage!” he said ferociously. “I can read clocks and calendars as well as any! We were to be awakened from Crossover Sleep on arrival at the system. It has been over a year, local time, since you got here.” He paused to breathe heavily, angrily and went on, “Now, only I have been awakened! What are you up to?”

Captain Alain Looked over at the gray painted metal bulkhead relieved only by pictures mounted to the wall. The duty crews painted them as a hobby to fill the long empty years of the passage. Even faster than light Crossover Drives had limits. Stars were still an unimaginably great distance apart, many of them were years apart. This expedition, two hundred and eighteen light-years distant from Earth, at just over twenty one years of flight time, was no exception. Unless some further distant worthwhile planet had been found in the passing years, this was the longest colonial run that the ESA had tried.

Captain Alain looked down at the pile of files, data disks and crystals in front of him and back to Mr. Torres. He decided to be blunt.

“You know that due to energy constraints, this had to be a one way trip for you and the other colonists. We were trying to find a way to save your expedition’s lives. We failed.”

That brought Mr. Torres up short. “Trying to save us? You failed?” His eyes went wide, “Did my people die?”

“No, they are all well and asleep. The problem is not on the ship. It is the target world. It is everything that the probe reported. We need to report back and have the probes reprogrammed. Nobody expected a world like Sea.”

“C?”, asked Mr. Torres, puzzled. “Is it because it’s the third world? Why call it C?”

“Sea, as in ocean,” said Captain Alain reaching into his pile of data and handing over a crystal. “Look for yourself.”

Mr. Torres activated the viewing controls and knit his brows in concentration as he examined the picture and data flowing beneath it. “Where are the land masses? On the other side? It says that I’ve rotated the view but it’s no different.”

“It did rotate, Mr. Torres. There is no land anywhere on Sea.” Captain Alain paused to collect his thoughts. “So far as we can tell, the last island sank for good between one and a half and two and a half million years ago.” He gestured at the image. “If you boost the magnification far enough you will find floating weed mats and shallow areas that you can use to follow the rotation of the globe.”

Mr. Torres looked again, at high magnification. The skilled ecologist in him rebelled at what he was seeing. “This is not possible. Without land masses to break up air flows by both barrier and convection effects the atmosphere should turn into high speed bands of wind.”

“My crew and I are well aware of the problem, Mr. Torres,” said Captain Alain with the air of one who wished that he had not found the answer to a puzzle. “The reason that the atmosphere does not band is every bit as bad as what you have just seen.”

Once again he removed an image crystal from his pile of data. “As you watch this, bear in mind that it is a direct recording of an actual event. You can change the time compression to suit your own taste. It won’t alter what you will see.” Wryly he added, “We have already said that it’s impossible. It will spare you the effort.”

In utter disbelief, Mister Torres stopped the crystal playback and restarted it several times. It showed the birth of a storm. A large rotating depression was forming at about sixty five degrees South Latitude. Sympathetically, Captain Alain said, “Go ahead and let it play. It only gets worse.”

The storm swept north along a large curve that appeared to be dictated by Coriolis force. The warmer seas of the tropics fueled the storm and it grew into a monster with a core of powerful storm cells over a thousand miles across. The vastly aberrant storm’s clouds did not limit themselves to the troposphere. They towered high into the stratosphere, where no sane cloud mass, let alone a whole cyclonic storm, belonged. The wind speeds achieved over three hundred and twenty kilometers per hour.

The counterclockwise rotation of the storm should have killed it when it crossed the equator to the Northern Hemisphere where the same Coriolis force would now try to make the storm rotate clockwise. Instead, the storm broke apart into individual thunderstorms that followed precise vectors across the equator and reassembled themselves into a giant clockwise rotating storm, all angular momentum preserved, and with no loss of wind speed.

It followed a Coriolis arc north and finally cold northern waters robbed its energy. It broke up into thunderstorms, squalls and fogs about sixty five degrees North Latitude.

Captain Alain said, “Hard to believe, isn’t it? We have observed eight of those aberrations of nature and they ALL do that. Because of the form of the path that they follow, we are calling them Coriolis Storms. It’s as though there were a guiding intelligence handling the storm. Lovely fantasy. It would take at least nine of the most powerful synchronous orbit Weather Sats with a fleet of Low Orbit backups to get even one of those storms across the equator. It would be touch and go, even with equipment like that. All that we have here are the three moons and the primary star. We just haven’t figured out the natural mechanism yet, that’s all.

“The worst part of this is that while the spacing and placement of the storms appears to be completely unpredictable, statistically every part of the planet will get hit at least once every five years by one of these monsters. The crew has a betting pool on where and when the next one will occur. The sample is still too small to be sure but it is beginning to appear that the storms are not completely random in their occurrence.”

Mister Torres surprised Captain Alain. He accepted the statements without comment and quietly sat, thinking. At last he spoke thoughtfully, “I’m not an engineer but perhaps we can deal with the storms by going under them. Build domes or habitats on the reefs maybe. The water is calm only a few feet below the waves.”

Captain Alain gave Mister Torres points for being quick on his mental feet. Gently, he said, “My crew and I ARE engineers. We did think of that. Unfortunately, it can’t be done. A dome is an engineering nightmare. The buoyancy is massive. The pressure gradient from top to bottom is all wrong. The air pressure inside the dome is controlled by the depth of the lowest part of it. That means that the dome will try to burst at the top because the water pressure is lowest there and the inside air is at the pressure of deepest part where the water pressure is highest. Small habitats would be possible except that we don’t have the materials to build that many of them and can’t get what we need from the environment.

“We brought equipment to mine on land or in space. We can fabricate almost any device except for a tiny problem. There’s no land to mine and the rest of the system is metal poor. This world does have quite a lot of high quality ores. Unfortunately they are under about fifty to over nine hundred meters of water. We can’t get at them. Captain Alain inhaled heavily and added, “We can’t even get useful silica sand on this planet. It’s in the same situation as the metal ores. The common coral sand is useless for glass making.

“What we can do is process the local coral and coral sands into a form of concrete. It is possible to get useful amounts of aluminum, magnesium and small amounts of titanium from the seawater. We can go to the three moons for silicates to make glasses. They even have small amounts of available iron and some other useful metals. The silicates make structural glass a real possibility. Fiberglass is also practical. Many of the local seaweeds will process to yield various useful plastic resins for both the fiberglass and to mold directly into useful objects.

“In this environment, only the titanium and structural glass are durable. Corrosion will destroy the other metals in short order. Concrete made from coral is subject to long term erosion by the water, not to mention the many animals and plants that will attack it. Even the fiberglass will have a limited life due to long term water absorption. Of course you can recycle the fiberglass materials.”

Now it was Mister Torres who spoke. “You know about the nutritional deficiency issues of this world, um … Sea? Good name, by the way.”

Captain Alain accepted the compliment with a nod and replied, “Yes. You will be short a pair of critical amino acids, a small raft of vitamins, and there’s a carbohydrate problem of some sort.”

It was Mister Torres who spread his hands now. “You are right. We brought the solutions to all of that along in the form of crop seeds and embryonic animals. We did not expect to have no place to raise them. Hydroponics could answer the plant problem, perhaps. The animals are a different matter altogether. They have to have a certain amount of space for proper development.” He paused and looked thoughtfully at a painting of Mt Fuji, back on Earth, “Could we bypass the growth of the animals and do a carniculture system? I ask because that is more an engineering problem.”

Captain Alain considered in his turn. Mister Torres let him think. A thousand lives hung in the balance. At last, Captain Alain said, “It could be done. It has been done before. There is a nutrient limitation. You have to be able to supply the culture tissues with the necessary amino acids. The whole animal would manufacture its own from the crops fed to it. The culture can’t do that. I think that with the available resources, you are stuck with raising the animals whole. I can ask. We didn’t think of that solution.” He dictated a note for his ship’s system engineers to look into it.

Suddenly Mister Torres exclaimed, “Those storms all follow the same pattern! That means that if we build a platform, we can design it to be strongest in a direction that will resist the storms best! What sort of tidal variation are we dealing with?”

Captain Alain thought a moment and consulted his data. His brows knit as he worked through the problem. “When the sun and the moons line up unfavorably, the sea level can drop until the shallows become shoal-water. At the other extreme, the water depth can go to twenty meters. A storm depression coupled with a low tide can actually bare the upper parts of the coral. That kills the coral and limits upward growth.”

Mister Torres shook his head. “Between storms, coral should grow on the skeletons of the dead coral and cause island building. Why doesn’t it?”

Captain Alain realized from the form of the question that Mister Torres was giving him credit for intelligence and was pleased. He answered, “There’s a common fish with a hard beak. It seems to think that the dead coral is a delicacy and mows the reef down as it grazes. It chews up the stone to get the dead organisms. That’s what makes the coral sand.”

Mister Torres nodded. “Like the parrot fish back home. Makes sense. The same fish attacks our concrete too?”

Captain Alain just nodded. Then he had a thought. Excitedly he said, “We could put titanium mesh in the outer layers of the concrete. That would keep the fish out of anything structural. Once the platform was built, you could process more concrete on your own. You could re-plaster the areas that the fish attack.”

He subsided, “You’d have all your eggs in one basket, though. The thing would have to be huge. We can only marshal the resources to build one.”

“It’s not really that important,” said Mister Torres softly. “There’s no possible way for us to survive until a ship can return with what we do need. Still, we have to have the platform for morale reasons. My people need hope. It’s all that we can really do for them.”

Captain Alain suggested, “We can request a recovery expedition as soon as we get back. It is ESA policy to have a colony ship ready for just such an emergency.”

Mister Torres shook his head negatively. “I fear that the war that was shaping up will be long over when you get back. I pray that you will be able to survive your return. I do not think that there is any possibility of our survival.”

Captain Alain looked compassionately at Mister Torres. He shook his head. “You’re right. The war will change everything back home. We received messages from Earth before we got The drive up to threshold energy. The shooting did start. We were ordered to return but disobeyed. I can only hope that some form of the ESA has survived.

“As for your platform, even with the Crossover Drive to push us faster than light, we can’t get back to you in time. No platform that we can build will survive long enough. It is going to get hit by at least five and probably more of those Coriolis Storms. One of them will sweep it away. Without its facilities, your people will die of malnutrition in fairly short order.”

Mister Torres looked back at Captain Alain and said bleakly, “I know that. What we are going to do is simple. We will lie to your crew and my colonists alike. We will fake evidence to show that the necessary nutrients can be found in the ecology. We just can’t localize them well enough from space. The search will keep hope in them to the last.”

Captain Alain closed his eyes in pain. This was indeed difficult. Why couldn’t Mister Torres be angry, rail at fate or just cry? This calm acceptance, this cold blooded planning to deceive a thousand doomed people was beyond him. He shook himself and said, “Very well, we will follow your lead. Two of my crew will have to be in the conspiracy. They are needed to create the false data.”

That simply, the decision was made. With massive labor, a platform was built with all of the best systems, electronic controls and computerized communications. It held laboratories, shops, apartments, docks for boats, recreational and farming spaces. All critical exposed areas, like the upper levels of the farms, could be closed over with locking domes in bad weather. On the platform, a space one kilometer by one and a half kilometers, several stories thick, a thousand people were left on a planet that could not support them. Only one of their number actually knew what had been done.

-The End-

#Paradox Planet #World of Sea #written by Glen TenEyck

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From Your Dearest

Reader x Mark

Word Count: 2,760~ish words idk I didn’t count properly, I know there’s 1,034 “i”s in this fic

Angst, Like really angsty, like get some tissues angsty. Major Angst ahead lol. Like I felt like a horrible person writing this. I want to punch myself in the face.

(Btw I just copied and pasted half of a fic I wrote like idk last year or something and I changed the ending of the story too. So don’t get pissed and call me out if you think I’m lazy or something, mate.)

We met each other at the grocery store:

“Mum! Who’s that girl!” a small boy asked in while pointing to y/n.

“Oi! Don’t point! That’s rude Mark!” the parent scolded. The boy pouted, he only wanted an answer.

Y/n’s parent bent down to his level, “I’m your mother’s friend, this is y/n, she will be staying at your place for a little bit because I need to do some grown-up things. Is that okay with you?” Mark looked up at his mother with a questioning face, she chuckled and nodded. Mark sneaked a glance at the shy girl that was hiding behind the unfamiliar adult and held out his hand, smiling as he did so,

“Let’s be friends!”

When we entered primary school:

Our parents sent us to the same school, we knew no one else besides each other and some other kids from our neighbourhood. We all ran into our lines, ready to be welcomed into a neat classroom as the bell rang.

“Good morning students! My name is Ms Gonsha, I will be your teacher.” Little Lunch Reference.

The teacher started calling the roll, and after we started our first lesson: Art.

Paint few here, pencils shreddings were being emptied in the bins, glue was being eaten, crayons were being snapped in half.

“Art is my favourite subject” You stated happily to Mark. You and Mark had grown close to each other since the first day they met, they were a troublemaking duo, partners in crime.

“Mark! Come sit with us!” Y/n called over.

It was lunch-time and Mark was sitting on the swing-sets alone, eating his chicken sandwich. You ran over, grabbing his wrist and lunch box, dragging him back to your lunch table with all your other friends.

After you all finished eating, you played tiggy with all the other kids until it was home time.

Highschool - Junior years, a place with a cess-pool full of moody and rowdy kids:

“Boys are better than girls!! We’re stronger!”

“Wrong! Strength doesn’t make someone better! It’s obvious that girls are way better!”

Here we go again, the groups are fighting over the lunch tables. Mark could see that you weren’t having much fun in this, and neither was he. Mark wanted to get out ASAP. Sneaking over, he tugged your uniform. Grabbing your arm, he pulled you away and sitting you under a tree.

“It sucks that you’re taller than me, you’re a girl!”

“Nah, you just haven’t had your growth spurt yet.” You loved teasing Mark with your height, it was typical for girls to be taller than most boys at this age, after all, you just hit puberty.

You and Mark had kept your distance during your time in 7 to 9th grade. Everyone always seems to think that someone was dating even if they were JUST friends.

Finally, Senior year of highschool. We’re almost mature and fully grown adults, graduation on our minds:

It wasn’t a surprise that you two got shipped a lot in school. Almost the entire year level knew you guys were the best of best friends. It was obvious too, you two were the clowns of the class.

However, that was when you found out you had a disease in your cardiovascular system. A sickness that affects the function of the human heart that could lead to the grave, if not treated. Nobody knew this, not even Mark, only the people in your family.

The first time you found out, you were crushed, devastated.

Mark was always there by your side though. He never knew the reason for why you were also so upset, tired or growing weak so suddenly. It took a while to pull you out of your hole of misery, but he did.

Through this journey, you learnt many things about appreciation, value and time. You experienced many emotions, most of which were new to you. However, one emotion struck you hard.

This emotion or ‘feeling’ is the driver of passion, anger, desire, lust, insanity or spirit within many people.

This feeling is known no other than ‘love’.

Which one day lead to you leaving a secret love letter in a special someone’s locker on Valentine’s Day.

University and College, we’ve been separated, but we were only a few blocks away from each other. Is this fate that we’ve been together for so long?:

Laughing filled the dorm room.

“HAHAHAHAHA, STOP IT NOW MY STOMACH HURTS.” one of your colleagues yelled. You just cracked one your all-time joke, the best joke you had used since you were young.

Life was good, well, except for the fact that you still had the heart disease and still never told Mark how you really felt about him. It was too late for that now.

Since you guys were separated into different study centres, he managed to find a girlfriend. Well, the girlfriend found him really. It hit you hard the moment he told you, but you were happy for him, even though you felt a BIT bitter. read: very

The future - the one thing no one can correctly predict, nor can they promise success or failure. This powerful thing contains the fate that could send you to the streets or lead you to your dreams:

You were happy, we had your dream job, moved overseas and you were still young. Mark had made it into SM Entertainment. He is in a group called NCT. Not only did he debut but he did it THREE times, too!(and possibly more in future). Another thing was that he wasn’t dating anymore, the girl he went out with turned out to be a mongrel.

Cliché or not, she was a backstabber and used him to get what she wanted: to make her ex jealous. Leaving Mark dangling with insincere memories.

You still loved him. You still looked at him with all the love in the world. All the love the universe could give you. The pure, innocent, puppy love waaaay back in highschool.

Halfway through the year, you got an emergency call to go to the hospital.

“Miss (your last name), I’m afraid your heart can’t take it anymore, you still have long left. We estimate you to only live 1 more year unless we find a matching heart donor.” the doctor said in a stern tone.

There. That was the moment. The sentences that made the cookie crumble.

You broke down, your life was perfect the way it was, a loving best friend, a wonderful job, a beautiful home. What did you do to deserve this?

Later that week, you manage to find courage. After getting a grip on yourself, you decided to go to Mark’s dorm to tell him the long-awaited news.

3 knocks on the door were all it took for you to suddenly hear someone storming to the door, flinging it open.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME EARLIER?!!” Mark screamed. You saw that he had tears on his flushed, rosy cheeks, glassy, swollen eyes and red tinted nose. You glanced behind him, seeing a wire bin, filled with squishy tissues, probably from runny snot and tears.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to–”

“I AM YOUR FRIEND. No. YOUR BEST FRIEND. FOR HOW MANY YEARS?! I THOUGHT YOU WOULD TELL ME THESE THINGS!” you’ve never seen Mark like this in a long time. He was broken, roaring out all his bottled anger and frustration.

You were about to say something when he embraced you in a tight grasp.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being there, I’m sorry for yelling….” you felt your shoulder getting wet, and lead him. Sitting him down on the sofa.

You calmed him down and consulted him. You lightened the mood a little by telling Mark his favourite joke. Light sounds of laughter were heard throughout the night.

Mark decided to let you stay at the dorms for the night.

You only had 3 months left, I promise to give you everything, even if it kills me:

You had never felt so alive for so long. Mark had shown you places you never thought you’d see, both physically and spiritually. Nothing was on your mind but what was happening at the moment. Mark had taught you how to live - to live in the present and not worry about the future or dwell in the past.

After the many adventures, the both of you had been on, Mark said that he had to start promoting with NCT again. You hadn’t seen him for almost 2 months. The first month he had some issues to sort out with his company, before meeting you again. However, it was only a short visit before he had to return to Canada to visit his family. Staying there for 1 month.

You received a letter from the hospital, saying that you were blessed. They had finally found a heart donor that matches you!! You were so happy and in complete bliss. You wanted to call Mark and tell him about the notice, but he didn’t pick up. You tried again for the next few days, he still never picked up.

The night sky shone through the window as you laid in the hospital bed. You checked your phone one last time before you decided to sleep. Then you realized Mark had finally contacted you by text.

Mark: I’m so sorry y/n, I won’t be able to make it to you on time. I hope surgery will go smoothly. Trust my heart.

I’m sorry, last goodbyes are always difficult. Please know that I’ll be watching over you:

The day finally came. You were getting your heart transplant. As you entered the operation room, you were scared, but you thought of the text Mark sent, it calmed you just a little.

When you healed, the first place you went to was Mark’s dorm. You continued knocking. Until a very sleepy Haechan swung open the door.

“Who are you, and why do you have to visit us at such an ungODLY HOUR on the weEKENDS!”

“MorNING HAECHAN!! Is Mark here?!”

No answer.

You cocked your head at Haechan’s reaction. Usually, he would’ve given you a snide remark or joke about what Mark was up to. However, this time he lowered his head. Shuffling back inside, leaving the door wide open for you to come in.

You run in the living room, not a sign of Mark. Just Jaehyun, Doyoung and Taeil watching a movie. They turned to you, Doyoung opened his mouth to say something but you heard someone call out in the kitchen. Waving politely to the three boys sitting on the couch, you headed towards the kitchen.

“Hi Taeyong, Yuta, Winwin! How are you all?”

“Hi y/n! Back so soon? Shouldn’t you be resting after your surgery?” Taeyong asked, surprised by your greeting.

“It’s all good! The doctors said that I’m fully recovered and that I should be good to go.” You happy replied.

Taeyong smiled, “That’s good! Oh, can you pass those bowl to Sicheng and Yuta? They’ve been starving all day.” yuwin

“Sure thing.” You went over to Taeyong and carefully carried the 2 bowls of steaming phở to Yuta and Winwin, who were sitting on the kitchen bench.

“Thanks, y/n!” They said in unison, before starting to scoff down the food.

“Oh! By the way, do you guys know where Mark is?” You curiously asked.

Just before you finished talking, Yuta started choking on the rice noodles, causing Sicheng to panic.yuwin Taeyong spun around, accidentally knocking over the bowl full of water and bean sprouts.

“Ah- y/n, did he not tell you?” Taeyong suddenly asked, not caring about the mess he made on the floor.

“Whats all the commotion about?” Before you could even form a response, Johnny rushed into the kitchen, “Is everything okay in here guys?... and Y/n?”

There was a long silence, the tension began building up slowly.

Taeyong bent down and started cleaning up, “Well, we were on the topic about... Mark.”

Johnny’s face dropped. His usual cheery attitude seemed to have faded away. “Oh.”

You couldn’t take it anymore, you were confused and frustrated. You now had a bad feeling growing in your gut, “Guys! I just want to know where Mark is! Did something bad happened to him while I was gone?? I’m lost...”

Straightening himself up, Taeyong signalled to Johnny to clean up whatever was left of the mess on the floor.

“Come with me, y/n.”

Slowly, you were guided into his room, then left alone. You slowly twisted the knob.

It was completely different to the last time you saw it. Lifeless, boxes stacked in neat towers, the bed covered with a large plastic sheet. His roommate, Haechan, no longer was in the room and had probably moved into a different room with another member.

You walked around the room, observing everything closely. Everything was packed up, either wrapped or boxed. You passed his desktop. His phone laid there alongside his laptop and headphones. What seemed like hundreds of pages, containing messy scribbles of passionate lyrics and doodles, stacked neatly in a pile.

You tip-toed over to his bed. No blanket or pillow, just the bare mattress covered by a plastic wrap. You checked under his bed, feeling more sentimental than ever.

There you saw his beloved guitar. His favourite pair of sneakers and a shoe box. However, that caught your eye was the shoe box. It had a ribbon hanging out from it. Letting your curiosity taking over the best of you, you carefully pulled out the box.

You picked it up carefully and placed it on his bed. Warily opening the lid, you were presented with a number of items the box contained. You looked through the many polaroids of Mark and the other NCT members. Some of them have cute little messages written behind them. Then you found a framed portrait of him in Canada, posing with his family during Christmas.

You smiled warmly, he was always close to his family and loved them dearly. You placed the frame down next to the box with the utmost care and continued exploring through the box.

You then found another framed portrait, this time it contained you and Mark. You stretched your head, thinking of they he would frame such a photo like this. It was taken on the day that he officially debuted, when ‘The 7th Sense’ was finally released to the world. In the picture, Mark was giving you a piggyback, your hair wild and tossed from the wind.

Putting that portrait down next to the one of his family. You gave one last look in the box again, seeing a familiar red card. Picking up the card, you opened it. Skimming through the message inside it, you realised that it was the same love letter you wrote to him in high school. But you noticed there was more writing on the back. This time, with Mark’s handwriting;

Hello, my wonderful Y/N!!

If you’re reading this, it must mean that the surgery went well! :D

Haha, jokes aside, I’m sorry I wasn't there to see you going in but I hope you weren’t too nervous. I’m so, so sorry, be happy and smile for me okay?

This love letter... I always knew this letter was from you y/n, I always had. I’m not as dumb as you think I am ;)

I loved you since 7th grade and wanted to confess to you so so so badly for all these years. But I was a coward I guess. A chicken, a fool, a dullard, call me whatever you want, but when I heard you had that heart disease, I wanted to make it up to you. So I made it my goal to get rid of it.

I searched for the perfect heart donor. I searched, I really did, far and wide to find one. But perhaps I’m just unlucky because I never found one. However, after I became an idol, I had to do health checks. When I got my results back, I was shocked to see that we had a match!

I informed my company and needed to visit my parents to confirm my decision, it took a while, but here we are.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, yes, I am your heart donor. Jeez Y/n, I thought you were smarter than that.

I may not have been the perfect best friend or your maybe future husband/boyfriend, but I least I can be with you to the end of time.

My heart will keep you going! So please, look after it and look after the boys of NCT! I’ll miss you... I hope you’ll miss me too...

From your dearest, Mark Lee♡

Fucking idk whether to cry or cringe.

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merlotetmos · 6 years

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Courtney Marlow: The Stone Files OC

General Characteristics

Name: Courtney Marlow Faceclaim (if applicable):

Titles: ADA Nickname: Court, C-Low Alternate forms:

Theme song: Nothing for Granted Brendan James

Physical Characteristics

Height: 5’7 Build: Athletic, skinny Nationality: American Accent: English, proper Species: Human Skin colour: White Hair colour: Blonde Hair length: Shoulder Eye colour: Blue Eye shape: Almond Most prominent facial feature: her blue eye Most prominent body feature: Blond Hair Scent: Cloves and cinnamon Right/Left-handed: Right

Mannerisms: She taps her paper when she’s thinking and often blanks during conversations.

Health and Fitness

Addictions: Coffee. Planter peanuts, Gilmore Girls reruns Handicaps: She rambles when she talks, but it always comes out as something important.

Story Information

Archetypes: The smart blond lawyer. Role: She helps them build winable cases.

Personality

Personality type: It's hard to describe a complex person like Amber Hawkins, but if there's anything you should know it's that she's practical and innovative. Of course she's also tolerant, companionably and flexible, but they're often slightly tainted by a mindset of being shallow as well. Her practical thinking though, this is what she's often adored for. People often count on this and her captivating nature whenever they need assistance or help. Nobody's perfect of course and Amber has plenty of less favorable traits too. Her tactlessness and apathetic nature risk ruining pleasant moods and reach all around. Fortunately her innovative nature is there to relift spirits when needed. Strongest character trait: Her memory. Weakest character trait: She talks to much.

Competitive?: Definitely. Snap judgements or Calm thinker: Calm thinker, she is the kind of person that makes pro’s and con’s lists to help her make decisions.

Where do they go when angry/upset?: the coffee shop Where do they go when happy?: The park How do they react to praise?: Basks in it. How do they react to criticism?: Doesn’t take it well at all and can throw a toddler-like tantrum. How do they react to a threat?: Not very well. She doesn’t have the fierceness of Jesse unless she’s in the court room. Fight or Flight: Flight.

Biggest weakness: She freezes when hard choices need to be made.

Personal Characteristics

Birth date: Jan 3rd, 1986 Zodiac sign: Capricorn Birthplace: New York City, New York. Hometown: New York City, New York, but currently lives in Wilkson.

Motivations

Primary objectives: Her main goal is to become a DA. Secondary objectives: She wants to prove to her family that she is better than they think. Desires: to find some place to belong, to have a family. Secrets: She’s pretty much broke for the most part. The money she makes from cases usually goes to paying off credit cards and such. She’s been cut off from her family and she’s basically paying off what she had to use to survive when she was going through college. Quirks: She always carries a pen.

Greatest achievement: Graduating from Harvard Law on her own. Worst failure: Her parents disowning her for going into law school to be a defense attorney.

Mental Characteristics

Known languages: Latin, Greek, Hebrew Lures: Anything sweet, anything with vodka or coffee. Savvies: Defense criminal law, Ineptitudes: Aspects of human interaction in not knowing when to be quite, Temperament: Subtle. Intelligence type (book smarts, street smarts, etc): book smart. Intelligence level: Very intelligent, graduated Harvard with top marks.

Intellectual Characteristics

Interpersonal: She is very socialable, maybe a little too much as much as she likes to talk. Intrapersonal: She spends most of her time alone and leads a very structured life style though she does go out for drinks on Friday’s and allows herself to let loose for the night. Morality: Her side is on the law. She stands soundly behind her law degree. Perception: She’s perceived by most, at least at first, as a little ignorant, which she uses to her benefit. What’s their view on lying?:Doesn’t like it.

Likes and Dislikes

Likes: Winning, Whiskey, Vegan food, cooking on occasion, a nice glass of Chardonnay every now and then. Dislikes: Loosing, dealing with her parents, peppermint flavored foods, cheaters (in court). Equipment: law books, the sound of her voice. Wardrobe: Pant suites. Large fears: Being a failure as a lawyer. Being a failure to her parents, seeing herself as a failure Small fears/anxieties: being alone, not fitting in, being broke, lack of confidence Hobbies: playing classical piano, What would they change about themself?: Having more confidence in themselves, possibly her parentage

Social Characteristics

Emotional Stability: On the outside she seems cool, sometimes airheaded, but on the inside she’s an emotional mess. Humour: She often fails at delivering jokes, but laughs at her own jokes anyway Reputation: While known as a lion in the court room, she’s often seen as aloof, distant and awkward outside She doesn’t have anyone she really calls friends and outside of work stays to herself. Status: Single

Occupation: ADA Skills: Public Speaking, Research, Patience Superiors: DA Avery Landon

Romantic Characteristics

First kiss: Wedding day, 2002 First sexual encounter: Wedding night, 2002

How do they behave in a relationship?:The only relationship her parents allowed her to have was with the husband they arranged for her. She wasn’t allowed to date until her wedding date so she has no experience with being in relationships. Have they ever been in love?:No. Have they ever had their heart broken?:Yes, though she didn’t love her husband, but the divorce three years after the wedding broke her. He was both emotionally and physically abusive and the broken marriage broke her relationship with her parents when disowned her for not remarrying

View on PDA:

Interpersonal Connections

Family

Mother: Dalia Marlow Father: Evan Marlow Siblings: Christopher Marlow, Sadie Marlow Married/Attachments: Divorced (Craig Evanperry) Other:

Other

Allies: Jesse, Soni, Zack, Nate, Alyssa, Eddie, Avery Landon, Enemies: Dalia, Even, Craig, Chief Mayberry Friends (What do they value in each friend and what do they dislike about each?): Jesse, Soni, Zack, Nate, Alyssa, Eddie, Avery

Heroes: Avery, Jesse, Rivals: Prosecutor Eva Lameria, ADA Cameron James

Biography

Childhood: Courtney was raised in a typical, privileged home to two parents who were both lawyers. She grew up with maids and nanny’s and handed everything she needed. She passed all her classes and even took extra’s at time. Her child hood was pretty much handed to her with a silver plater and she never considered thinking twice about it. Adolescence: Her high school life passed pretty much the same, she participated in soccer, cheerleading and theater. She was considered most popular because of her name her life was pretty ‘average’ until her senior year when her parents arranged for her to be courted by Craig Evenparry, whose parents were much richer than hers. Attempting to follow the rules and please her parents, Courtney didn’t argue, though she didn’t love or even like him.

Adulthood: Courtney graduated from Harvard law, with honors, just as planned, but instead of going into practice, she married Craig, but Courtney was incredibly unhappy. Craig became controlling of everything she did and became emotionally abusive towards her and she quickly became a prisoner in her own home.

A year into her marriage, on their anniversary night, Courtney caught Craig in bed with one of their neighbors. Angry, Courtney took his car (their only car) and went home. While Craig was still with the woman, she had a locksmith change the locks and then proceeded to move out. She moved back home with her parents for a month while she divorced Craig. Her parents attempted to fix the situation by setting up another marriage for Courtney, which she refused. She’d received a job offer for an ADA position in Wilkson and accepted. Her parents disowned her and she moved out the night she accepted. When she arrived in Wilkson, she had no where to go and no money until her first paycheck. She met Jesse at the cafe and cried out her troubles over a cup of coffee. Feeling bad for the girl, Jesse offered to let her stay with her until she got back on her feet (the only time Jesse ever had a roommate). Jesse was just starting the UCU and explained it to Courtney who immediately signed up and helped Jesse pitch the idea to the mayor, who accepted after a short arguement with Courtney. As a thank you to Jesse, Courtney has been working with UCU on volunteer basis while working her regular job as ADA and remains single.

#Talk About it Tuesday #OC #The Stone Files #Courtney Marlow

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Personality:

Indie spends most of her days at home, moving from her bed to her computer, to the fridge, and back to her bed again. She orders everything online: takeout, groceries, clothes, anything she could ever need can be bought over the internet and delivered right to her door. She figures why do it yourself if you can pay someone else to?

She's very laid back and easy going, almost criminally so. She rarely gets mad or frustrated about things unless she’s extremely passionate about them- but those things are far and few between. Her calm and cool demeanour has won her many fans over the past 5 years, ever since she first created her twitch account, a large part of her income even comes from those same fans supporting her through twitch and Patreon. Naturally, Wonyoung was attracted to gaming almost as soon as she was able to use a computer while left to her own devices, literally and figuratively.

Her humour is blue, her mind in the gutter, and her language vulgar. Of course she knows when and where to show, or hide, these aspects of herself, which is something she picked up while she was in boarding school and hasn’t forgotten since.

She has things she cares deeply about, even if her lack of energy and motivation can make people think otherwise.

Background:

19/06/2011 - Birth.

Choi Wonyoung was born in Busan, South Korea. She was the fly in her parents’ ointment, having been conceived completely by accident, because according to her mother “a choice made under the influence of alcohol isn’t a choice at all but instead a mistake.”

10/11/2016 - Relocation.

Wonyoung, now five years old and better known as Anna Choi, arrived in London, UK. It was loud, busy, and there was never any parking outside their expensive apartment building, which Anna’s father never shut up about.

She was given an English tutor and enrolled in a primary school where her differences painted a target on her back, one so large even the dimmest of bullies could land a bullseye. Of course, she didn’t understand a word, thus the bullying went over her head and took the trauma with it, leaving her completely unscathed - or at least almost completely unscathed, as she still had to suffer through the school lunches.

29/08/2022 - Relocation 2: electric boogaloo.

Now eleven years old, fluent in English, and able to fend for herself, she was sent off to boarding school. Her parents purposely conceived another child and, in a moment of pure genius, decided they’d have an easier time with this one if their oldest was sent away to be someone else’s problem for a while. After all, they could easily afford the outrageous cost of sending a child to live in a Hogwarts Castle reject manor house, as they’d lived in the centre of London for six years and the prices really weren’t much different.

Anna surprisingly hated the idea of being away from her parents but as an eleven year old with no say in her own life, her many loud and disruptive protests didn’t change a thing. In fact, they may have made her parents even more eager to send her halfway across the country.

05/09/2022 - Bo(a)r(d)ing school.

After only a matter of days Anna found herself enjoying being away from her parents. With them and their expectations four or five hours away, she soon realized she’d been unable to breathe easy for quite some time. She was no longer expected to study as hard or as long as her parents had forced her to based on their own experiences in South Korea. This meant she had a sudden influx of free time, which she immediately pissed away on video games with friends found and made on the internet.

Her computer quickly became her main source of entertainment, socialization, and even comfort. What technology could do far surpassed anything a real person had to offer, thus Anna became somewhat of a boarding school recluse. Which was quite difficult to achieve seeing as she had a roommate with little understanding of personal space.

10/10/2025 - First beer.

Now fourteen years old and surprisingly mature beyond her years, Anna inevitably grew closer to her roommate, Sophia. They were polar opposites during the day but after a midnight conversation shared over a lukewarm beer her roommate had been saving under her bed for god knows how long, the two bonded. They shared their life stories with each other, their hopes for the future, their gossip about other students, and the contract was signed: best friends forever, or something very close to forever at least.

The night ended with Anna awkwardly comforting a crying Sophia while she explained about her family life. They weren’t rich like Anna’s family was. Sophia’s accent was the poshest thing about her, she’d managed to get into the school thanks to a program meant to give the talented underprivileged the same opportunities as those with money. Her mother was on the waiting list for a new heart due to Cardiomyopathy but it wasn’t looking good, and her father struggled with juggling a job as well as her younger brother, and on top of all that was the guilt of not being home to help.

--/--/2027 - Enter 1ND13.

1ND13 4NN4 J0N35, or 1ND13 for short, became Anna’s silly online persona. During her adventures on the internet she met some very interesting people, some of whom turned her onto coding. Coding opened the metaphorical door to all kinds of things, which eventually led right to hacking. At first it was a hobby, a skill she really only used to jokingly gain access to student email accounts, but it quickly spiralled into something much riskier. She was, as much as she hated to admit it, just as ambitious as her parents. Although her ambition never forced her to physically move, unlike theirs.

Feeling a sense of teenage rebellion and a growing outrage toward society as a whole, Anna launched an attack on her parents. Using DNS cache poisoning, she created a clone website for her parents’ bank and waited for the login details she needed. A sizable amount of money was transferred to a fake account registered to an equally fake person, and voilà.

As much as she wanted to use the newly acquired cash for herself, Anna decided to give it to someone who needed it way more: Sophia. It was a rush unlike any other, knowing she’d done something illegal all for the good of another human being. Like an online Robin Hood but with way less forest and anthropomorphic animals.

--/--/2028 - Relocation 3: the sequel nobody asked for.

During her stay at boarding school Anna had become so disconnected from her own family that the thought of returning home to them filled her with, well, nothing. She hadn’t spent much time at all with her new sibling since his birth and her parents didn’t seem to care about the lack of contact either. She could count the times they’d been the ones to reach out to her first on one hand.

Once Anna graduated she reverted back to using her birth name and made arrangements to return to South Korea. With nothing keeping her in the UK, not even Sophia who’d jumped at the chance to study abroad, she figured she may as well go wherever the hell she wanted to. She spouted some bullshit about getting in touch with her roots and spending time with family during the trying times following the water shortage, but the real reason was what Seoul had to offer. Competitive gaming was calling her, and with South Korea at the center of it all Wonyoung couldn’t think of a better place to be.

--/--/2030 - Aquarius.

What Wonyoung hadn’t known before returning to her birth country was that crime was more rampant than it ever had been before. On the surface Seoul was beautiful and offered her everything she’d ever wanted. However when she looked a little closer, the shadows cast by the big three families and the gangs seemed to swallow up every corner leaving nothing untouched.

Naturally, Wonyoung took the corruption within the government as an opportunity to hone her hacking skills. After all, who’d waste time on a little fish when they could be catching white whales? Aquarius, that’s who.

With control over the black market, it was only a matter of time before a few missing organs raised suspicions. Wonyoung had taken to commandeering illegally acquired body parts and using them for her own Robin Hood agenda. The gang made short work of tracking her down, only to come face to face with a hermit with carpal tunnel syndrome caused by her decision to game for a living.

--/--/2032 - H0M3 SW33T H0M3.

As it turned out, Aquarius were looking for a hacker and Wonyoung was looking for a notorious underground gang with handsome leadership. Thus began a mutually beneficial relationship.

#JOPOK ; acceptance

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jhaernyl · 7 years

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So, I stopped reading perhaps two posts ago, by the time I finish writing this maybe five posts ago, because I need to get this shit off my chest.

(Because Alas Going To Work does not mean someone actually stops the shit posting. It's really just a convenient "Mic Dropped, I Am Out Bitches" ending to a shitty fucking post that shits all over the people who have been in the corner and you have been mistreating, while setting you up to be the victim of those bad people who will not stay around for you to shit on them after you already used them, got your back patted by and then ignored in favor of bemoaning how alone and victimized you are).

@poplitealqueen (because when you talk about someone you should do them the favor to @ them rather than just drop their names thus calling them out without immediately alerting them you called them out personally) how about you stop with this fucking woe-is-me bullshit?

Woe is not fucking you.

You are a decently known author. You are not deadcat-famous but you did not spend more ten years writing a fic through huge life changes, sticking by it and determinedly trudging on without unleashing a constant stream of Witness My Self-Victiminization posts. You are known enough in the circles of the people who like the kind of fics you write that people answer to your posts and send you asks, ask you thing and show you support, as well as reading and kudo-ing your fics. Maybe less than they once did, but fandom is fickle, always has been fickle and always will be.

People have their own lives and they move on and then sometimes they come back and sometimes they do not. Some fandoms get their heyday and then the more dedicated people stay on and then the show goes off the air, the comic stops publishing, the canon is completely erased in favor of a new one and people get interested in things that offer new content. That's life and it might suck but hey, darling sweet little girl, IT SUCKS THE SAME FOR EVERYBODY.

You know how it feels to sit down with someone, give them complete support and try your damn all to make them see the good sides of things and comfort them by saying that people will be there for them, only to log on and look at their account and find them answering asks and having long convos with people and getting funny posts that get 7k notes (the Luke-in-the-tlj-trailer one) while your posts are big when they get over 80 notes in a few weeks of activity (and only when boosted by other people with more popularity than the OP) and when you publish memes no one gives a fuck about asking about your OCs?

No.

Because you are the person moaning and bitching while having it better and I am the person who gave you support while being fully aware of my much less active and noticed blog. I am the person who sent you asks and reblogged your memes (you know, the ones I later on see you say SEND SOMETHING IF YOU REBLOG about but you never answer when it's me blogging them?). You are the person who does not see reality as it is because it's not convenient to them.

Yes, I said convenient.

Why?

Because you are the kind of person who likes to, as we say in Italy, bask in their own broth.

By which I mean: you are milking being the Depressed Artist Who Nobody Likes shtick for all it's worth, hooking people up on your drama and using them (like you used my Lee, before you dropped her like hot coals once Senpai FlameThrower Noticed You) only to later on shit on them (like the bullshit you said about me not having reached out for you in weeks, which I can disproves with fucking screencaps of our chat, darling, so do not try to pull the "I Am Bad But She Abandoned Me [So Clearly I Am The Victim But You Are Supposed To Get That From Contest So I Can Be The Victim When The Other Party Gets Angry]" move).

I am pretty sure you are not aware of it and people have trouble either telling it to you (it is a brutal thing to say, made even more brutal by the fact that it's true) or realizing what is going on, but you *are* doing it. Oh boy are you ever doing it.

It does not matter what other people do.

It does not matter that I was inspired for a few days straight to work on fanarts for you.

It does not matter how many people send you asks and support and take time out of their own lives to hold your hand and put their arm around your shoulders and support you.

You are still constantly posting that nobody likes you, nobody cares about you, nobody gives you notes on the posts you like, people do not answer to your posts.

Except that when I get around to seeing things (after I sleep, do my fucking job babysitting two kids I cannot take my eyes off of lest they kill themselves or each other and actually spend time with my mom and fiancee) I do but I get no answer back from you, I suppose because I am somewhat contractually obliged to do it with you but the opposite does not apply to you when you can spend your time posting depressing Mood Things rather than engaging into further interaction.

Except that when I get around to checking your blogs (after the same things as above), I like all the stuff I can look at without being spoiled for things I want to see.

Except that I kept reaching out in the chat and being met with silence for days on your end.

And, again, all of that does not matter at all, not to you, because being Mood Depressed Unloved Artist is more important than actually getting off your ass and making the changes you need to make.

You say "I have resolved to be positive" and then it's day after day after day of depressing Mood Posts and NOBODY LOVES ME.

People love you, you just make it hard for some of that love to prosper, given how you do not nurture it, you do not work with the other person, you prefer to shitpost about being unloved.

You know why people unfollow you?

Because you are a negative fucking person to be around and because even after they have given you time, attention, support, the notes you wants, the kudos you want, you still make shitty call out posts that allow you to play the victim and react to them cutting your negativity out of your life with the classic Fandom Shit Move of "Way To Abandon The Person Having a Breakdown."

Darling, I know you told me you have maybe one breakdown per month but I need you to sit down and listen to this.

You have a breakdown per week, sometimes twice per week.

Many of these breakdowns lead you to shit even more than your usual on the people who are there for you.

Having any kind of mental illness does not excuse the behavior you have been exhibiting or making your actions acceptable.

I am also not contractually obliged to let you spew bullshit about me and still stick by you. I signed no piece of paper or clicked ok on any internet document that said "I have to put up with you whining about notes and Patreon not expanding fast enough and people not giving your due for the work you do, when my Patreon never went past three people and 15 dollars and you get a little bit more than 100 dollars per month".

I am not trying for sainthood here, I am not going to just stand by and smile and nod and pat your back while you spew things that hurt me in public rather than reach out to me and talk about it.

Like I said we could and should do? Like I encouraged you to do? Like I told you that you could do at any point and we would talk things out and resolve them? You remember that chat or has it been conveniently removed from your memories so you can justify your behavior to yourself? In that case, please dear, do scroll up our chat and check it for yourself. It's a conversation we actually did have.

You are 21, not 11 and the kind of call post you did today was uncalled for and very primary school of you. Shitting over people on public while setting you up as Poor Victim Miss Pops unless people haste to run at your side and declare their friendship to you is not how friendships get mended, it's petty emotional manipulation meant to make other people feel guilty and force them to come to you in a way that puts you in a position of power and (fake) superior moral ground.

You do not have the superior moral ground and I am not giving you that power.

You can either get your head out of your ass, stop being someone who is constantly negative and reach out to me on your own, ready to meet on equal ground to mend what could have been the beginning or an actual friendship or you can play the victim further, keep down the road you are on and enjoy basking in your broth.

I will not unfollow you, I will keep reading your posts and liking the ones I like, I will keep enjoying your writing, I will keep being happy when new fic from you shows up in my inbox, I will keep giving you kudos and I will keep supporting you as an artist on Patreon and both my email and my chat on tumbrl will always be open to you (with the understanding that I will answer you when I get around to have the time for it depending on the day I am having). If inspiration strikes again, I will make more fanarts.

Have a good work day.

#poplitealqueen #Me Myself & I #call out post #because I am sick and tired of this emotionally manipulative bullshit

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itskrystyna · 6 years

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100 Truths

Thanks to the ‘on this day’ function on Facebook, I just discovered that it’s been 7 years since I did this tag! Pretty crazy, but after reading it through I thought it would be cool to do it again at age 23 as a lottt of my answers have changed since then and are a lot more interesting.

What was your:

1. Last beverage: Water 2. Last phone call: My dad asking if everyone was home haha 3. Last text message: It was to and from Anthea, we were talking about Christmas and asked each other to name one thing that we are thankful for. 4. Last song you listened to: A double bass version of Canon in D that my brother sent me 5. Last time you cried: Like 15 minutes ago to my brother and sister. We were talking about friendships and how they change as you age, and I opened up about a friend issue that I am currently dealing with.

Have you ever:

6. Got back with someone you've broken up with: No, but as of right now I’m not completely opposed to the idea as long as certain circumstances could one day be on our side. 7. Been cheated on: Not that I know of. 8. Kissed someone & regretted it: No. I’m not particularly happy about the person I had my first kiss with, but in the moment I knew I wanted it so I don’t regret it. 9. Lost someone special: Yes 10. Been depressed: Yes 11. Been drunk and threw up: No

List 3 favourite colours

12. Green 13. Purple 14. Blue

This year have you (2017)

15. Made a new friend: Yes. Temporary friends, but friends nonetheless. 16. Fallen out of love: No. At one point I believed I did, but I’ve come to accept that ultimately I have not. 17. Laughed until you cried: Yes, I can’t remember why but it was definitely with my brother and/or sister. 18. Met someone who changed you: There was definitely someone who changed me this year, but I haven’t been changed by anyone I met this year. 19. Found out who your true friends were: I am still learning, but I know there is at least one who will stick by me till the end. 20. Found out someone was talking about you: Not in the larger sense 21. Kissed anyone on your Facebook friend's list: Yes, two 22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Most of them except for some family in the Philippines and a couple of online friends and people I met in online communities 23. How many kids do you want?: Ideally 2, a boy and a girl, but I’d try for a third if the first two are the same sex. 24. Do you have any pets?: No 25. Do you want to change your name: No 26. What did you do for your last birthday?: Stayed home. I’ll admit I was kind of in a bad mood on my birthday last week. 27. What time did you wake up today?: 12pm lol my brother woke me up before leaving home 28. What were you doing at midnight last night?: Watching youtube videos in my room till about 3am... I was in a bad head space last night, but I switched to studying a bit of Chinese before bed in attempt to counteract the unproductivity. 29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: I literally cannot wait for this year to end and to go back to school man, no one understands. 30. Last time you saw your Mother: About half an hour ago to say goodnight before she went to sleep 31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life?: I am very grateful for everything I’ve been through since it’s all taught me very valuable life lessons and I would not be the person I am today otherwise, but I guess I just wish that I could have learned a few lessons sooner so I could be ahead in certain aspects of my life and not feel like I’m behind everyone else. I know that life is not a race and that everyone learns and accomplishes things at their own pace, but it’s impossible not to feel that way sometimes although I am working on accepting that all I can do now is look forward, plan for the future and enjoy every moment as best as I can. 32. What are you listening to right now: Some gentle harp music coming from my brother’s laptop. He’s working in my room right now and I let him play whatever he wants :P 34. Who is getting on your nerves now: At this moment nobody! But I suppose you can say that a situation with a friend is really bothering me right now. 36. Whats your real name: Krystyna Kobos 37. Nicknames: Krabs, Tyna, and Ate (if that’s even considered a nickname rather than a title of respect) 39. Zodiac sign: Scorpio sun, Aquarius moon, Virgo rising 40. Male or female?: Female 41. Primary School?: St. Leo 42. Secondary School?: Father John Redmond 43. High school/college?: Ryerson University, YorkU for 3 weeks, and Humber College starting in January! 44. Hair color: Brown 45. Long or short: Medium-ish on the longer side 46. Height: 5′4 47. Do you have a crush on someone? Not crushing, but still in recovery from a heartbreak 48: What do you like about yourself?: I made a list of things I love about myself in my ‘wreck this journal’ type book a few days ago! But one physical thing I like about myself is my big eyes, and one non-physical thing I like is my emotional self awareness and that I allow myself to feel. 49. Piercings: Ears 50: Tattoos: Most probably never 51. Righty or Lefty: Righty

First:

52. First surgery: None 53. First piercing: Ears 54. First best friend: Alyssa in junior kindergarten although I barely remember her, so I will say Jodi in SK. And even though we don’t communicate regularly anymore we still keep in touch and see each other from time to time. 55. First sport you joined: None, although I remember in second or third grade there was a girls soccer tryout meeting at recess and every girl in my grade went for some reason, so I joined them because I didn’t want to be outside alone with all the boys. I never went to another sports meeting after that. 56. First vacation: Philippines 2011! 57. First pair of trainers: Like, shoes? I don’t know lol

Right Now:

58. Eating: Nothing 59. Drinking: I took a sip of water after reading this question 60. I'm about to: Answer the next question and I need to go to bed soon 61. Listening to: Still the harp music coming from my brother’s laptop 62. Waiting for: SCHOOL TO START. Also Christmas. 63. I'm feeling: Relaxed and reflective. I’m in good spirits tonight.

Your Future:

64. Want kids?: Yes 65. Get married?: Yes 66. Career: Yikes, well I recently made the huge decision to drop out of teachers college. Once I go back to school in January I will be on my way to becoming a mental health counselor, and to be completely honest I feel so much more excited to continue education for this reason than I ever did before. 67. Lips or eyes: Eyes 68. Hugs or kisses: Both, although I am not much of a hugger in my everyday life with friends/family and I really enjoy kisses with a significant other. But tender hugs are wonderful too. 69. Shorter or taller: Taller 70. Older or Younger: Older 71. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous romantic moments 72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms 73. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive 74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship

Have you ever:

75. Kissed a stranger: No, unless you count a prolonged tinder relationship in which I didn’t truly know all of the person before I kissed them 76. Drank hard Liquor: I don’t really know what defines liquor as hard but I have knocked out and fallen asleep after drinking a bit too much wine (clearly I don’t drink much) 77. Lost glasses/contacts: No 78. Sex on first date: No 79. Broken someone's heart: Yes... I absolutely hated it but I had to do it for myself. 80. Been arrested: No 81. Punched someone: Yes, my brother and Anthea 82. Cried when someone died: Yes 83. Fallen for a friend: Yes, but nothing lasting

Do you believe in:

84. Yourself: I am growing to more and more. 85. Love at first sight: I believe in a moment 86. Heaven: I’m not opposed to the idea of a heaven or an afterlife. I’m comfortable with simply not knowing until we experience our own death, even though it drives me completely insane when I think about it too much. 87. Santa Claus: No 88. Kiss on the first date: A little peck on the lips is fine by me 89. Angels: I believe that invisible spirits exist among us 90. God: I believe that there is one. I believe in the universe and that there’s a part of it inside every living thing on earth and anywhere else that life exists.

Answer Truthfully:

91. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: No 92. Did you sing today?: Maybe just a little singsong, a little humming 93. Did something illegal?: Other than illegally download music, nothing that I can think of 94. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: I would probably just go back to April of this year (2017) and face going to the doctor to take care of the rash above my lip earlier on. It sounds like such a tiny little problem but it got so out of hand that I spiraled into a depression I’ve never experienced before, and even though I’ve gotten much better since then I am still living in the consequence of it. But then again, if that didn’t happen then the sequence of events afterwards never would have happened, and even though I still wish I never had to go through all the suffering as well as the heartbreak I suffered as result of it, I probably would have not yet learned the most important lesson of my life to this date. 95. The moment you would choose to relive?: That one week in February this year. Our time together was much too short and I would do anything to experience it all over again. 96. Are you afraid of falling in love?: I would normally say no, but now I can understand why people would say yes. However I still stand by no even though I’m afraid of having my feelings this past year nullified...even though that sounds completely irrational. It know that doesn’t make sense, but it does. 97. When was the last time you lied?: Today? Yesterday? I don’t really make big lies, just little strings of white lies. 98. Are you usually late, early or right on time?: Late D: 99. Would you give your life to save someone else's?: Yes, if I cared about them enough 100. Are you afraid of posting this as 100 truths?: Not at all.

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