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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. ok but thats also i think i dont get? because without the series or character names, what of any of the promo images or banner or anything else give away it's supposed to be a greek mythology story? they just look like people with weird anatomy who are colored like highlighters. at the very least some iconography should be on them, but there's not? like even percy jackson stuff makes sure to give him a trident and have water flowing around him.

2. rachel made three times where persephone could have made the choice to be with hades willingly and didnt do it each time. first time she was drugged and put into his car, where he phsyically handles her unconscious body and puts her in his bed (ew). second is her working for him, which was hera forcing it. third was her going to the underworld not because she wanted to, but because she was hiding from the law/apollo and he found her. where exactly is her agency in all of this?

3. LO seems like the fast food of webtoons. because there's no room to speculate or theorize, you just read an episode and move on, the bright colors distract that it's a rushed and lazy product over something with high quality and effort, the characters are flat and boring, and the plot has no substance. it's meant to be consumed in a rapid binge, because if not you realize what low-effort and what little you're actually getting from it when you slow down and actually think about it.

4. i mean rachel does have some logic to her fancasting, the problem is it seems the only people of color are either demonized for being hypersexual (aphrodite, eros until he's with psyche) or are literally r//pists who are out to harm her white-fa casted persephone (apollo), so yeah, there is logic there, it's just pointing to rachel being (hopefully unintentionally) racist

5. It pisses me so much that I work over time (using references and looking at paintings and reading history for ideas for interesting character motifs) so that any of the ancient greek characters I draw look cool and authentically greek, and yet fucking Rachel Smythe, who can't even be bothered to do more than 5 seconds of research to learn that not all ancient greek outfits were shitty, minimalist off white and eggshell, gets to be revered as an artistic revolutionary. It pisses me off so. Fucking. Much. Not just for me, but for everyone else like me who absolutely ADORES greek mythology and wants to draw accurate portrayals of these characters! To whoever is reading this, stop. Stop rn and go read Sleep and His Brother Death (a comic on webtoons), go play Hades (the video game), go read The Song of Achilles (a book by Madeline Miller). Those are beautiful pieces of fiction about Greek mythology that deserve your attention more then Rachel and her shitty pink highlighter self inserts.

And a sidenote, I know that this is kinda like a modern AU for the gods. I am aware. Does not change that fact that anytime any character is drawn in ancient greek fashion it's always the SAME. SHITTY. CHITON. Maybe with a.cape or a scarf, but for the most part? It's just the same stupid, off white chiton.

6. oh, i thought you guys were joking persephone is now stuck with red eyes. is that seriously what look we're stuck with now? does rachel know it looks really ugly?

7. i feel like the lineart less style actually hurts LO in a way. way too often you can look at a panel and it becomes really murky where something starts and ends, and it looks even worse on a phone screen, because on an even smaller screen the images look even more compressed, making it even harder to tell stuff apart. this wouldnt be as bad if the comic took back up its more high contrast look from the begging, but now it's all one flat shade and im not sure why.

8. im really confused over the marketing of LO, tbh. like the ads are all hxp focused, but the series name implies its not about them, but focusing on the 12 olympians, but then the synopsis is general mythology and at the very end randomly mentions its about persephone? but then you read it and nots sure whether its a teen romance, a comedy, a serious drama, and can't stay straight with its messaging and timeline? and persephone is not there for a chunk of time. like whats actually going on?? 😭

9. Chapter 173 is like 50% filler. It gives more questions that answers, and not just from the reporters. Like the reporter stuff was mostly filler, and the Persphone and Hades stuff was like yeah we know dont need to drag this on.

My questions are WHAT ARE THE RED EYES? Is it when she’s mad? Horny? Sad? Happy? I feel like the red eyes just show up whenever RS wants to draw them

Flying? I feel like Persphone has always been flying like it wasn’t a bug moment at all. She flew home when Minthe and Hades kissed. But apperently Demeter didn’t know? I guess I don’t remember her flying in the mortal realm but her flying didn’t seem like a big moment, none of the other characters seemed surprised by it.

“Answer mine first!” When i got to that line I reread some of it just to find where the question was. That line normally matters when you’ve already asked the question not if you haven’t gotten there yet. Like of course Demeter is gonna be worried and ask a million questions.

I know the pomegranate pin is gonna be important but I felt the focus on it was a little too much, like an excuse not to cover more this chapter. Because honestly it felt like 5 minutes of the plot was covered in this chapter.

10. So uh, whats up with Hades weird ass comments... Like "Persephone you look beautiful and if someone says otherwise they can go play on the highway" ???

Because Persephone looking good during a murder trial is clearly the most important thing here.

Also, Perse's response to the reporter who asked her about her friendship with Hades. I mean, on one hand Persephone is right, her "friendship" (or whatever it is they have going on) is nobodies business but her own - but at the same time, its kinda also the underworld denizens right to know in the sense that their future leadership could be affected so they might want to know whats going on if their getting a new co-ruler / Queen that they will be subjects of. They probably will want to know who Persephone is, should she and Hades get married because it's very likely that when (cause lets be real its a 'when' not 'if' they get married) they do get married that Persephone will inherit half the title.

So, eh?

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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strawberriegirl · 4 years

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𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐞.

mark lee is a nice boy. he isn't naive like most people thought he was but, instead, he is just another sweet boy who wanted to help everyone and would never do anything wrong intentionally but, this... this he knew that this was wrong and he was ambivalent about this.

he hated how he had to swallow his pride and tell his childhood bestfriend, haechan about the little crush he had developed on his step dad's mistress. if he had known that his parents open marriage would lead to this, he never would said that he was okay with it. listening to his problem and understanding his point of view, he gave mark the idea of calling her for a night and see if the attraction he had for her was purely physical and nothing more.

"listen, all i'm saying is that make an account on the site, find her account and message her and ask her out. maybe you don't even like her in that way, it maybe the 'thrill' of it being forbidden making you this hot and bothered."

he hated how he actually he took his advice and borrowed his step dad's laptop and stalked his history, lucky for him it wasn't deleted. but poor mark didn't really have the courage to look at the messages so he begged haechan to come over and help him, even if it meant that he had to deal with his 'following his father's footsteps like a good son' jokes.

"no, thats not her! i told you she is around our age and this one looks like she is in her thirties." he said groaning into the pillow, questioning all of his and his step dads's life choices.

"so is this the missus ? user sweetcandy ?"

"she is not my missus, i have only seen her like, thrice and -" oh its her. he knows that smile, its same smile that casted a love spell on him. the same eyes that made mark this weak even though he made contact with them for a second or two. its definitely her .

he loved how she looked on top of him, neck and chest covered with his marks, riding him and grabbing his shoulders to steady herself as he sucked on her left breast, whimpering his name and mumbling broken sentences. worth all the trouble this is not he had imagined his date would end but he wasn't complaining. although he was nervous about the dinner date and panic of her recognizing him was there, the date went more than fine, even when he made a mistake of asking a terrible question.

"why do you this?"

"oh ! um i do have a job. i am an intern at this company but they don't pay me enough for my college tuition and stuff that i want. sometimes i don't enjoy it, you know ? feeling guilty for getting so much "free" expensive stuff so yeah...what about you ? you are only a year older than me so why do you do this?"

"oh i like to spoil my girls." he lied instantly to her question and regretted it the very next second. he was so busy internally cringing at himself, he missed the smile that grew on her face after hearing the words "my girls".

he loved how she leaned to kiss him on his cheek from her car seat, and then apologized for leaving her lipstick's stain. he knew she wasn't sorry at all about it and took pride in the faint mark that she left. oh i'll show her how its done. unbuckling her seat belt, she moved towards his driver seat to straddle him and kiss him as a way to thank him for the diamond ear rings he gifted her and also because she imagined to this after she saw his profile photo. he was a little surprised by her bold action at first but then adjusted himself to give her space and try to kiss her back.

she loved how she fit so perfectly in his arms and how soft his lips felt but she didn't quite like how he seemed to be so tense. maybe i misread and took it a bit too far. but little little did she know, the reason why mark suddenly got so tensed was because he had seen her do this before but with him, it was purely by accident but still he couldn't get the image of him kissing her just like this out his head. he didn't even groan when she pulled back and asked him if he was okay. it's still not to late tell her. tell her now. but instead he decided to pull himself together and said,

"i am. now be a good girl for me and go back and lie down on the backseat, i wanna taste you."

he loved it and hated it when she told him softly to drive safe and to take care of himself. in his head, a loud voice was yelling at him to tell her the truth and that she deserves to know it but he ignored it again and kissed her for the last time and apologized again for ripping her blouse like that before driving back home.

the drive back to his home was numb, quiet and dreadful. he thought about the events of the past few weeks that lead him here but he still didn't know what he was going to do about it in the future, what he did know was that he wanted to go haechan's and shout at him for convincing to do this but also thank him for convincing him to do this because he had such a great night with her.

he didn't even remember how he got back home but he did and went straight to his room ignoring his step dad, who was in the kitchen making a sandwich. he knew exactly why he was there so late at night but didn't wanna think about it. he had other, bigger problems to worry about.

he tried to fall asleep but he couldn't. his brain couldn't focus on one thought and he felt his stomach hurt a little. being left alone with thoughts was probably not good idea but he knew he had to confront them sooner or later. you should have never done this. he knew he shouldn't have especially when he knew the attraction he had for her was never purely physically. but still he did to convince himself that he didn't like her in that way but at the same time he did it to get a bit closer to her.

he is a little closer to her now and he hates it. he hates it because he likes her even more now. he hates that he knows she really doesn't want this whole 'sugar baby' thing but has no other choice. he hates that she has to go and please other older men who could hurt her and use her just to make money when she could be with him and feeling safe in his arms just like she did tonight. he hates that she is a nice and a sweet girl but not naive...just like him.

his field of vision turns blurry from the tears forming in his eyes when he finally realized the bitter reality. the room is filled with the noise of his soft sobs. at first he thought she was worth all the trouble he went and will go through but now he saw how he selfish was. she didn't deserve this. all this of his fault. it was his fault that he mistook his possessiveness for protectiveness. it was his fault that he acted like he knew who and what was best for her. he told his friend that wanted to protect his crush from older men who liked her innocence a little too much. he told him he was afraid she might get hurt or be involved in some trouble but in the end, he was the only one who hurt her.

#mark lee #mark lee nct #mark lee smut #mark lee angst #mark lee is an angel he would never do this irl #nct smut #nct angel au

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dukeofonions · 3 years

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hi so i.found ur blog and its honestly like a breath of fresh air to look at so if its ok i might just fuckin,,vent here.

so. ik a lot of other people have been talking abt how pof was really straining to watch and i am.very late to the party but i need to talk abt it bcz holy fuck. when i first watched it i was in a way better place mwntally, also the general excitement of wow,content kinda overrode the headache and the eye hurty and the just. bad. but i was rewatching it recently because i was basing a fic off it and i just. i couldnt finish it because all of it was just so much and there was no fuckin warning?? so that was pog ig

next thing because i have. a lot of thoughts. ive been in the fandom for not-very-long, i joined in the middle of 2019 or something.and it just kinda sucks because im only still here for the fandom. i love the series but i can only watch dwit and compilations of logan/roman being sad so much before i can basically recite them off the top of my head. but i reallyreally love writing for the fandom!! it makes me so happy to do the writing, its just the fact that im not as invested with the series that makes me feel,,idk man guilty ig?? anyway thats too deep for a rant so im.a move on

god so tw me not liking post aa virgil and me talking abt toxic friends but hoooly fuck man. i just. pre aa virgil was fun because he was snarky and sarcastic and i could actually stand the nagst because his character made sense?? he was the 'bad guy' and he wasnt as woobified back then and he was honestly a solid vibe. but post aa virgil gives off the vibe of that one friend who fuckin, gets angry at you when you bring up any of your mental health issues and then blames their outburst on their mental health issuea and its like?? no i hate that character dynamic. people say bad things when the feel bad, sure, ik i have, but its the vibe of 'im gonna threaten you and then blame it on my mental health but if you so much as look at me wrong while ur having sensory overload or something i will smite you with the force of one thousand suns' and i am just.so tired. also ithink someone else said this but we should just call the series 'virgil sanders and the rest' because thats what it is now ksbdjqkbsq

also (all ofthese are my opinions btw and im not trying to say im rigbt im just tired honestly) the way. in pof the way patton's whole thing is 'you need empathy' is not funky fresh for both people with low empathy and high empathy 😎 bcz ppl with too much/too little empathy are always told theyre 'cold' or that theyre 'oversensitive', the whole 'there is an average amount of empathy and if u dont have that fuck you actually' is icky and bad and gross. i do think patton's character is really well done in the series but that episode jjust personally. ick.

and finally the moment uve not been waiting for bcz this is probably really tiring to read but the moment youve been waiting for-fwsa.just. why. its cute and stuff and i love nico. nico is a vibe. also bathroom man john is great. but shouldnt roman still be on shit terms with thomas?? like lk we're just gonna sweep away the whole 'i thought i wad ur hero' shizz? cool cool, glad to know romans arc still aint happening. also i get it, we needed to cement that virgil is a light side now. but like..did we?? actually bcz this is so long im gonna send in a second ask (im sososorry if this clogs up ur ask box if u tell me to stop i will i just. many thoughts) abt how even though i hate virgil, his arc should have been done. so differently. just gonna put like,, a mushroom emoji here so u can put the 2 asks together if u want 🍄

You’re always free to vent here! Sorry it took so long to respond but life has a cruel habit of getting in the way of things I need to do.

So for starters, the POF problem should be talked about more so I can assure you that you’re not late to the party. It never really got the amount of attention it deserved so I am more than willing to bring that back up and trust me, you’re not alone.

And again, you’re not alone in this either! Plenty of people still enjoy creating content for these characters. You don’t have to feel guilty for not finding the actual series interesting because honestly, I’m kinda losing interest too. But I still love these characters and I love that the fandom is still creating stories with them through different mediums.

Honestly I agree with just about everything you said about Virgil and I do eventually plan on tackling a lot of this in a future post. You know, if I ever force myself to just sit down and write the dang thing...

Oh my gosh I’ve been waiting for someone to talk about this because that whole thing about empathy in POF really ticked me off because you’re absolutely right, not everyone is 100% empathetic, and some people can be empathetic to a point where it hurts themselves. Like I get what they were trying to say but it came across as, well, like you said. “If you’re don’t have this exact level of empathy then eff you I guess you’re a bad person.” Maybe that actually wasn’t their intention but it sure came across that way and maybe I’ll go into it a little more in another post because now that I’ve been reminded of it again I kinda wanna talk about it more.

Okay yes, FWSA on its own is a good episode. Heck, it’s one of my favorites. It feels closer to a season one episode than ATHD that’s for sure. The problem with this episode isn’t the quality but the fact that it comes right after POF. And I’ve basically gone over this in my “Problem With Asides” post and how it affects both Roman and Virgil’s current arcs so I won’t go into much more detail here but just know that I pretty much agree with all of this.

Also don’t worry about cluttering up my inbox. It’s here for people to share their thoughts and that’s exactly what you’re doing! Hope to see your part two soon mushroom anon!

#dukeofasks #ts criticism #virgil criticism #pofaffair

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just-a-tired-fangirl · 4 years

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Alright ya’ll buckle up, because I think me and my sister just solved Sanders Sides.

The idea stemmed from a comment that one of my sister’s friends made regarding her deceit christmas sweater. This friend had never seen the show before and after my sister explained the concept of the show to her, she asked if the side on her sweater was envy. My sister obviously corrected her and said that the side was Deceit, but she thought it was super strange how that was the first thing the friend came up with. Apparently it was the two headed snake that led her to pick envy.

So this made us think that if Deceit could also represent envy, then maybe the other sides could also encompass one of the seven deadly sins. The sin is not their main function, but each side has a sin that they are in control of. This theory also solidifies the orange side theory as there are seven deadly sins, and with six sides, that would mean we only have one sin left. It’s also fair to mention that the show itself goes out of its way to talk about the seven deadly sins in DWIT, and the show rarely does things without a purpose. So here’s our big, seven deadly sins theory on the show.

💛Deceit and envy:

Envy is defined as a sad or resentful covetousness towards the traits or possessions of someone else. Basically jealously towards what someone has that you do not. Interestingly enough, we’ve already seen Deceit display envy on multiple occasions. Throughout SvsS Deceit is baffled that Thomas is allowing his friends to be happy and have their special day, while letting himself suffer. Deceit feels envious of Thomas’ friends and the joy that they’ll be having on their wedding day. Not only this but, Deceit has also been established as containing a lot of Thomas’ selfish desires, and it goes without saying that envy is a faily selfish sin.

There are also many places where it can be assumed that Deceit feels envy. He is envious towards the light sides and how easily thomas accepts them. He is envious of Patton, not only because of how much Thomas loves him, but how much more Virgil loves him that he loved Deceit. He could also be envious of Virgil for leaving the dark sides and getting what Deceit wants most, acceptance from Thomas. I believe that Deceits arc is where his envy will truly shine.

❤️Roman and greed:

Roman’s connection to his sin is fairly interesting as he, out of all the sides, does the best job ignoring it. Roman is clearly greedy and wants what he desires, but he seems to push away the greed in order to appease not only Thomas, but also Patton. Roman could have easily been greedy and pushed Thomas to go to the callback in SvsS, but he didnt, instead hiding his deepest desires. While doing this obviously made patton feel a lot happier, it also leaves open a door for Roman’s much anticipated arc.

Unfortunatly for Roman, a lot of his desires are impossible to accheive. He is creativity and imagination after all, so he could really want something that is simply too unrealistic to have. For example, in Dealing with a Breakup, Roman clearly wants to get back together with Thomas’ ex, but everyone knows that something like that is unrealistic. In almost every case that Roman shows greed, he pushes it down and ignores it. All of this build up is leading to an arc where he deals with his greedy thoughts and possibly learns that sometimes, its okay to be greedy.

💚Remus and lust:

Honestly, I don’t really feel like I have to explain this one. So far Remus has been the only side to show any sexual character traits, so he would clearly also carry the sin of lust with him.

💜Virgil and sloth:

This one I’m super excited about because it makes a ton of sense. Anyone with anxiety would know that it keeps you from doing a lot of things that you really want to do. Have a social event to go to? Nope. How about we stay home instead and watch youtube. I’m sure a lot of you can relate. This same interaction is literally the entire basis of the newest Asides episode. Virgil is anxious about going to the party with the friend they fought with, so Thomas stays home and sits on the couch watching movies the whole night. Logan even goes as far as mentioning something along the lines of “Do you know how many times we worry about a decision over and over again until its too late for Thomas to change his mind?” Practically calling virgil out.

Apart from this, its also fair to mention that Virgil talks constantly about how he’s lazy and doesn’t like to work hard.

💙Patton and gluttony:

All right Patton time! So, out of all the sins, Patton clearly represents gluttony. One of the only sides to mention food (except for obviously logan and Crofters) is Patton. Whether is pizza or cookies, Patton clearly loves food. He encourages Thomas to eat whatever he wants because he believes that Thomas deserves it. That’s ones obvious with the whole “second cookie” line and also the “when your an adult, you can eat whatever you want!” line.

Even Patton’s gift for Roman in the christmas episode is food! A container of spaghetti. Not to mention that pattons christmas scarf also has milk and cookies and it. Basically patton is just surrounded by food imagery and its hard to see him having any other sin.

🖤Logan and Pride:

Logan is another side where his sin is leading him up to his arc. While a lot of people assume that Roman is pride, I think it makes much more sense as Logan and here’s why. Having pride in your work and the things that you create is almost never a bad thing. You should be proud of those things. But being too proud of yourself and your capabilities can get a bit dangerous. Logan has shown time and time again that he believes he’s the smartest and most important of Thomas’ sides. Saying things like “I’m the most important side here” or “I know I’m smarter than everyone else” or “I can usually solve problems on my own”. All of these show that Logan had a huge ego and a whole lot of pride.

Not only this, but Thomas recently built up this pride by complimenting Logan at the end of DWIT. Something that logan immediately let get to his head in the Asides episode. We all remember “Just your cool teacher being his cool self”. Logan’s whole character is built apon maintaining his pride and his image. He refuses to admit that he has feeling or show any weakness and he is too prideful in himself. This is where Logan’s arc is eventually going to take him.

🧡Orange and Wrath:

So that of course leaves us with one sin, wrath. I think that a lot of fans have speculated that wrath would be the next side, but with this theory, wrath would simply be one part of the sides personality. In each of the other sides, their sin is a small part of a whole. So with this logic, the next side would not be entirely wrathful, but would sometimes exhibit wrathful behavior or desires. Me and my sister, unfortunately couldn’t come up with one set-in-stone name for this character, but we were able to determine a lot of his charcteristics based on the context of the show.

Each dark side has been hinted at or forshadowed before he was revealed. For Deceit, thomas says something along the lines of “Lying is wrong, and thats a side of myself I would rather not feed into”. Remus has quite a few forshadowings. At one point, Roman says “and hopefully not thoughts of your naked aunt patty!” Which him and thomas then proceeds to be disturbed by. Remus is also forshadowed when Logan brings up being beheaded on A roller coaster. He’s even forshadowed right before he’s revealed in DWIT when Roman says “fishier than the crackens crack” and Patton reacts a little disgusted.

So we looked for instances where orange could have possibly been forshadowed and we found two moments in particular. The one obvious example is when Logan throws the balled up paper at Romans eye in LNTAO. The way in which the scene is filmed and logans remark “I don’t know where that came from” make this scene out to be very important. Not only this, but logans remark is the exact same one that Roman makes after the aunt patty naked quote. So this would then go to show that the next side contains a lot of frustration and build up anger and rage.

Another example of forshadowing is in the aSides episode. Virgil explains the encounter that Thomas had with his friend. Clearly Thomas was very angry and upset with this friend for his past homophobic views. He lashed out in a way that couldnt be encompassed by any of the sides other than orange. We’ve never seen one of the other sides angry like this before (except for the forshadowing with logan) so it has to be the last side. Thomas even responds to his friends “your behavior is unacceptable” with the snarky remark “oh yeah, like me being with a man is unacceptable?” Which is so out of character for any of the current sides to say. It’s also very curious to note that virgil is extremely anxious about the encounter. Virgil has shown in the past that his reactions to the dark sides are very intense, and I would feel comfortable saying that this is the most intense anxious reaction we’ve seen from virgil as of yet. With all that said, this encounter shows orange’s ability to hold a grudge and resentment or hatred for another person. While this doesnt show him being wrathful, or seeking vengence, it’s fairly easy to see how such hatred and grudginess could lead to him seeking revenge in the future.

Okay, wow! That took a really long time to write out... Please let me know your thoughts in the comments, or if you have anything else to add to the theory! I really appreciate if you made it through that whole thing, because I know I probably rambled quite a bit.

#thomas sanders #ts deceit #ts roman #ts remus #ts virgil #ts patton #ts logan #ts orange #deceit sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #orange sanders #ts theory #sanders sides theory #sanders sides #ts sanders sides

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gojosatorou · 4 years

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Jujutsu Kaisen Week - Day 6 - Familial relationships

For the @jujutsukaisenweek 2020!

*Mitsuo is not an OC thats just the name I gave to Yuji's grandpa.

Mitsuo fell in love three times throughout his life. The first was to his now late wife, the second to his beautiful but headstrong daughter. And the third one, and somehow Mitsuo knew that this would be the last, was to the small, wrinkly baby that was his grandson. The baby was using his whole hand to grip Mitsuo's index finger in a vice grip. His heart also felt like it was being squeezed.

“So you're Yuji, huh” Mitsuo smiled. He reached into the bassinet and gently pinched one of Yuji's fat cheeks. Yuji scrunched up his face in discontent, making him look like a prune. “You're kind of ugly, aren't you?”

Or, you can read it in AO3

3 months old

Yuji was a sticky baby, if he wasn't being held he fussed, and if someone wasn't in the immediate line of his sight he cried and it wasn't a small cry here, or a small whimper there, it was fat ugly tears and wailing that felt like it was going to take the house down.

And so Mitsuo got used to always having Yuji sticking to him like a tick, usually carrying him on his back, attached safely by an array of wraps. This child would rain ruin on his back, that Mitsuo knew.

This time though, Mitsuo was simply holding against his chest as he rested on the couch. Yuji had fallen asleep a while back and so Mitsuo was simply enjoying the calm.

“You know Yuji” Mitsuo started, his voice soft as he talked to the baby's head, where he still had that soft spot that all babies had. “Us Itadori's are kind of rotten people you know, most of them at least”

“Not you thought, I knew you were breed differently since I first saw you” Mitsuo didn't know why he was whispering, it wasn't like the was someone else on the house, and the baby being a baby wouldnt understand was he was saying, but still this moment felt private and Mitsuo wanted to maintain it that way.

“You were made sweet Yuji '' Mitsuo gave a soft kiss to Yuji's head, inhaling that relaxing scent that babies seem to have. “ And i'll make sure you grow up sweet”

8 months old

Yuji was an excitable baby, always babbling, waving his arms and generally making sure that everyone in the room, even if those were mostly Mitsuo and sometimes his father, the few times that the man wasn't working, knew that Yuji Itadori was there, was awake and wanted attention.

And his new favorite way of expending energy was to make sure that Mitsuo lost any hair he still had left. Yuji had learned how to crawl, he had already gone through the whole shebang, he rolled from his back to his front like a godman piece of wood down a hill and gotten on his hands and knees with an adorable look of concentration for a baby. And really it had started really cute, it was endearing seeing Yuji doing his best to maintain his equilibrium as he moved forward.

But then Yuji got the hang of it, and really no baby should be able to crawl that fast. Mitsuo didn't know what he was going to do when Yuji actually learned how to walk, maybe he was going to have to get those harnesses that were appearing on TV.

And said baby was currently doing a one man race, moving from the beginning of the hall to the end and then returning at a speed Mitsuo was sure no baby should attain on strength alone.

For now though, Mitsuo simply observed from his place in the kitchen. He knew that when Yuji finally got tired he'd be really hungry. Future problems for future times.

1 year old

“Grandpa, cmon Yuji I know you can do it” Mitsuo was sitting in front of Yuji trying with what felt futility to make Yuji say his first word. “Graaannpaaaa”

Yuji was not a quiet child, if anything all the contrary. But for all the noises he loved making, word seems to be completely out of his repertory. It had been a constant effort to make Yuji say a word, and one that so far hadn't bore any fruits.

At this point Yuji was starting to get fussy and unhappy with Mitsuo's insistence. With a huff Mitsuo decided to stop for now, before Yuji broke into the waterworks. When those came it wasn't a happy time for anyone in the house.

Maybe he should just let Yuji develop at his own pace. After all, in all ambits physical Yuji was developing at a faster pace than he should.

With a huff Mitsuo patted Yuji's head and accepted defeat. “You do it when you feel like it”.

Yuji, who probably didn't understand anything that had happened simply gave a big, gummy smile for the exception of a few teeth and exclaimed “Grapa!”

Mitsuo stared in shock. Had the brat been waiting for Mitsuo to give up to give him what he wanted? Unlikely, Mitsuo reproched himself; he probably just needed some positive reinforcement or something.

“Grapa!” Yuji repeated again, unhappy that in Mitsuo's shock he had stopped paying him attention. The word was more of a bastardized version of the word grape than of grandpa but still, it was the thought that counted.

With quick hands Mitsuo grabbed Yuji and got up, spinning him in the air.

With a blinding smile and a giggling voice Yuji continued his exclamation of 'Grapa'.

2 years and 5 months old

Mitsuo never got along particularly well with Yuji's father, he didn't get along well with almost everyone, really. So when he was gone, Mitsuo didn't feel any particular kind of way. He still went to the funeral of course, everyone deserves to be surrounded by people at the end after all.

Yuji was being carried in his arms, his weight a small comfortable warmth. In his small hands was an urn, adorned with soft patterns. He didn't seem to understand what they were doing. But still kept quiet, his usual talking and excited noises non existent, he probably sensed the atmosphere. Yuji was smart like that.

Children started to form explicit memories at two year old, or at least that was what Mitsuo had read. So Yuji may remember things about his father, although Mitsuo would prefer if he didn't remember this moment. It was way to somber for a child.

Mitsuo hitched Yuji higher and decided to get him an ice cream when they got home. The brat was getting heavier and heavier with each day.

4 years old

The day was beautiful, the sky was blue and it was pleasantly warm. The only thing ruining this beautiful day were the screaming and crying children that surrounded Mitsuo.

Yuji had been one of them, he had been happy when they left the house, excited to be outside. But when it became clear that he was to stay at their destination, grandpa not included, the waterworks started.

But Mitsuo was strict, this was for Yuji's good, and he would not be subdued by yuji's teary eyes, not this time. It was starting to become time for Mitsuo to get more strict with the kid and this was the first step.

Also the kid needed to interact with kids his age, make friends and be a general menace to someone else.

At the end a smiling teacher had to take Yuji by the hand and gently guide him to his class.

If Mitsuo felt a lump in his throat and moisture in his eyes as Yuji disappeared from his view, that was between himself and no one else.

14 years old

After school clubs are important, Mitsuo thought, it was a moment for children to interact with each other outside of the classroom, a moment to forge friendships. He was happy that Yuji was part of one.

It doesn't last long though. Because one day Mitsuo is doing work around the house and then comes the feeling of faintness and the next thing he remembers is waking up in the hospital.

As Mitsuo opened his eyes it was to Yuji's concerned face, his eyes were red and his nose seemed runny. Yuji hadn't cried since he was little and Mitsuo wasn't interested in seeing it again.

“What's that face for, brat?” Mitsuo's voice was raspier than he would have liked.

“I-I just. I found you on the floor and you weren't responding!” Yujis voice cracks in various places, clearly shaken by what he found when he got home.

“Hah, as if I'd die so early. There's still a lot of things I need to teach you brat!”

They discharge him from the hospital a day later, with instruction to take it easy and a bunch of pills. Yuji refuses to go back to the club and every day he comes home straight from school no matter what Mitsuo tells him.

Two weeks later Mitsuo passes out again and this time they can't give him a clear date of when he can get out of the hospital.

15 years old

The walls are bland, the whole room is bland really. The only splash of color are the damn flowers that Yuji insists on bringing every time he comes. He is, of course, the only visit Mitsuo receives. What a shining man* that he is.

Mitsuo replays the dream he had, although it had been more of a collage of different memories rather than a dream. He wondered if it was some sort of clue or reminder. He had once heard that when you die you replay your whole life. But obviously Mitsuo was still alive.

Every day Mitsuo feels weaker and weaker, no matter how much he rests or what medicine they give him. He knows he doesn't have much time left. And If Yuji's constant visits and calls mean something, he probably knows it too.

What a troublesome brat he got.

The memories replay in Mitsuo's head. Yuji is still so young, there's still so much to teach him.

There are a lot of things that Mitsuo regrets, (the fact that his funeral is going to be a lonely one is one of them) but the one that is most prevalent in his mind at the moment is that there is no one to leave Yuji to. Mitsuo is leaving him alone.

“Hey Grandpa. How are you? Hope it's nice wherever you are”

Well, if there's a silver lining to all this, is that with him hospitalized there's no excuse for Yuji to miss his club activities. At least Mitsuo can make sure he has friends to rely on.

“My teachers are really cool too. I bet you'd like Nanamin, he kind of remind me of you”

“Me? I'm doing fine don’t worry too much. I made some nice friends, and have some reliable senpais.”

“I just came for a little visit. I have a mission around here and decided to come visit. I should get back soon though. Don't want to leave Kugisaki and Fushiguro hanging.”

“Well see you later, next time I’ll tell you all about my friends and teachers. They really are great people!”

And so Yuji leaves the grave behind with that promise.

#jjkweek #jjkweek2020 #Jujutsu Kaisen #itadori yuji #and his grandpa #Mitsuo is not an OC thats just the name I gave to yuujis grandpa #I refuse to call him yujis grandpa the whole fic #my writing #if gege doesnt give me baby yuji ill just make baby content myself #my wriitng

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doyoufancyathought · 3 years

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Through The Utility Closet Part 3: Get Tested

Y/N had never been a fan of hospitals. In fact, she had gone above and beyond in her efforts to avoid going to them. She thought she could probably count all of her hospital visits on her fingers. Thankfully, she was a fairly healthy individual, so it wasn't hard for her to stay out of the Emergency room. They were too sterile, too clean, and everyone was always bustling and grumping around, and poking and prodding all the time. Y/N knew that the hospital wasn't supposed to be an enjoyable place to spend time, but she definitely was of the opinion that steps could be made to make it at least comfortable. Or hospitable, if you'll excuse the joke.

Still, she was in a new dimension, apparently, and so exceptions must be made when it comes to personal dislikes against institutions. She wanted to get home, after all, and this was a necessary step. In order for these scientists to send her back home, they must figure out where exactly she is from, otherwise they could end up sending her to a completely wrong place or time or what have you, and that would just be a disaster.

Once she was up on the exam table, Y/N did her best to appear friendly to the business-like nurse. She was quick and efficient as she hooked Y/N up to at least different machines, and tied a rubber band around her upper arm. For a moment, Y/N was worried that these strangers might be shooting her full of drugs, but then she remembered that this was simply routine for drawing blood. She hoped that medical procedures weren't too different in this world from her own.

Y/N was relieved when the nurse brought in a tray of empty vials and begin to explain what she was doing.

"I'm going to draw some blood so we can do some tests. I'll also need a hair sample, and I'm going to do a saliva swab as well, just so we can take a look at your DNA. How's that sound?"

"Invasive."

The nurse smiled. "I promise you'll barely feel a thing. The swab will be oral, same as checking for strep."

The nurse did her tests, and then let a few scientists in lab coats in. They pulled up chairs in front of the exam table and introduced themselves, although Y/N forgot their names as soon as she heard them.

"Okay, so I guess the first question is for you to introduce yourself and where you're from."

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm from (hometown) in (country). I was working at one of my jobs when I fell through an inter dimensional portal and ended up here."

"Good start. Can you tell me about the planetary system from your home world?"

"I guess so." Y/N thought about it for a second, trying to remember those astronomy lessons from many years ago. "Earth is the third planet from the Sun, which is the centre of the system. Then there's Mercury, Mars, Earth, Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus, Pluto, and I think I'm missing some. I can't remember the order, sorry, I've never been good at planets."

"That's all right. Can you tell me how many days in a year?"

"365."

"And how old are you?"

"22."

"And how old do people usually live to be?"

"Uh, I don't know. Maybe anywhere from 70 to 90 years?" Should have paid for attention in stats class.

"How big are spiders in your world?"

"Some of them are super tiny, like you can barely see them. And then some of them are huge, like a dinner plate."

"I see. And how big are chickens?"

"What?"

"How big are chicken? I know it's a weird question, but some worlds have gigantic chickens that actually prey on humans."

"Thats, um, disturbing. But my chickens are normal size? Like small enough to fit in an oven."

"Ok, well that's good. "

There where more questions like this, some about history and some about geography and flora and fauna. When they were all done, the scientists discussed for a minute by themselves.

"Okay, well, from what we can tell, your world is incredibly similar to our own, with the major differences likely being social development. You say you don't have the Avengers in your world?"

"No, we don't have any superheroes or superpowers at all. I wish, though."

"Yeah, that makes sense. How much do you know about inter-dimensional portals?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"Ok, well that's fair, it's a tough subject. So pretty much, each dimension has kind of bridges to reach out to other dimensions. When two bridges line up, there's a chance for people or things to cross over."

"Okay, that makes sense I guess."

"A lot of the time, these bridges go unnoticed. Some dimensions are connected permanently, some are connected cyclicly, and some are connected for less than a second at a time, which makes them extra hard to track. You with me so far?"

Y/N nodded.

"Don't worry if you don't get it. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that we might have a hard time tracking down your world."

"Okay, but how long do you think it'll take? How long does it normally take?"

The scientists shifted uncomfortably. "Well that's the thing. There is an infinite amount of universes you could be from, and it'll take a while to narrow it down to just the most likely. From there, we would have to figure out what kind of bridges they all have, and figure out how to predict it, and then figure out a way to send you back."

"Oh, that does sound complicated. So like a month?"

They glanced at each other. "We've never done this before, and we've never sent anyone back through a bridge."

"Two months?"

"Maybe a year."

"What?"

"I said, maybe a year?"

"I'm going to be here for a year."

"Maybe, like I said we've never done this before so we can't really give you an idea of how long it will take."

"Oh my God."

"We're very sorry. We'll give you some space."

The scientists left, and the nurse from before came back in and started unhooking Y/N from the monitors.

"We've run all the tests we need to, dear. Do you have any questions?"

"I have so many questions, I don't even know where to begin."

"That's understandable. We'll have your results back in a few hours, and that'll help the scientists get a head start on where you're from. I've got your clothes here, if you step through that door you'll be able to change in privacy."

Y/N nodded and jumped off of the table, gathering her clothes in her rooms and she quickly walked across the cold floor to the changing room. She pulled on her work clothes, which consisted of jeans and a black t-shirt, but opted to leave the apron and baseball cap off. There was no need to wear them here. Y/N put her shoes back on, simple canvas slip-ons, and reflected on what she had just learned. Here are the facts.

1. She had magically teleported through a door.

2. She was now stuck in a world that apparently had superheroes.

3. The superheroes had no idea how to get her back, or how long it would take to figure it out.

4. She was stuck.

Now, a normal person might cry when they considered this situation. But, Y/N was not a normal person. She had the fun meal-deal of anxiety and depression, and at this moment, she thanked her ill little brain for causing her to overthink every little scenario so she would be prepared for the worst to happen. Of course, none of those thoughts covered time and dimension travel, but they had covered a sudden zombie apocalypse, so it was just a matter of adjusting the survival strategy. Find shelter, find friends, and fight to live.

So far, Y/N had maybe found friends. The Avengers seemed like a friendly bunch, if oddly beautiful, and Sam had offered his basement as shelter. Now, all she had to do was figure out the day to day stuff. Get a job, live a life, and get back to her world.

So she stepped out of the changing room back into the hallway, and say the Avengers gathered around. They all turned to her as the door closed behind her.

"And what did you find out from the scientists, Y/N?" Vision asked.

"Well, they tried explaining how inter-dimensional portals work. That went way over my head. But basically, I'm gonna be stuck here for a while until they can figure out where I'm from and figure out how to get me back. So, I guess I'm going to need to find a job or something pretty quick."

Tony shook his head and stepped to the front of the group. "That won't be necessary. I'm loaded, and I'll make sure you're set up to not need anything."

"Why?"

"Because I want to? You just flew through outer space into a whole new world, and you're worried about getting a job? Come on, live a little! You look like you work too hard. What work do you do?"

"At which job?"

"Well how many do you have?"

"Three."

"Holy moly."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

Y/N shrugged. "I get bored."

"So you work?"

"Beats sitting around on my ass."

"Fair point. Well anyways, enjoy the vacation for now, and in the future if you still want a job, we'll have to figure out the proper documents. For now, enjoy your vacation! I'm loaded, and this is the perfect opportunity to share, okay?"

"If you really want to, I mean, I don't mind working."

"Clearly, you have three jobs. Psycho. But no, I don't mind. In fact, I would be offended if you didn't accept my offer."

"Okay, well, then, thanks!"

"No problem. I already gave Sam a credit card for you, so you can go shopping on your way to his house. You do know how to work a credit card, right?"

Y/N grinned. "Yes, Tony, I know how to work a credit card. My world apparently isn't that different from this one, just a few small differences I guess."

"Good. Alright, well, roll out, team."

The Avengers dissipated until it was just Sam, Steve, and James standing around with Y/N.

"So you're still coming with us, right?" Sam asked.

Y/N shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. If you don't mind, of course."

"Not at all. It'll be nice having a girl in the house, for once."

The group of four started walking down the long hallway.

"So do you just collect strays, Sam?" Y/N asked, curious of why he was so eager to offer his spare room to a total stranger.

Before he could answer, Steve cut in. "Yeah, I mean, why else did you think we lived with him?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe you were in a band, or really good gym buddies, or maybe even a throuple."

Sam choked on a laugh, but Bucky and Steve looked confused. "What's a throuple?" James asked.

"It's like a couple, but instead of it being two people, it's three." Y/N explained.

"And you thought?" Steve almost looked offended.

"Look, sorry, I don't know what's normal for you here, and I didn't want to assume it was all platonic!"

Sam was dying laughing. "You thought -" he had to lean on a wall to keep standing upright. "Man, we're just good friends, and these two have absolutely no credit, so it's hard for them to find places to stay."

"Ah. I guess being a superhero might not pay well."

"Well, I mean there are other reasons too, but yeah let's go with that." Steve didn't exactly want to jump this poor girl with the fact that he was also over 100 years old and had been frozen for a while. She had enough to worry about.

Y/N didn't pursue the other reasons, because they had finally exited the building and she was looking around, comparing this new world to her own. It was dark out, because it was night. She looked down the street and saw a McDonalds sign, which made her smile. At least she could have her chicky nugs if things got too tough. Turns out this world was just like hers, just with a bit of a different history. A lot more violence, hence the need for superheroes.

They got into the car, and Sam drove them to a mall, where they spent an hour and a half hopping around to different stores to get stuff. Y/N got used to spending someone else's money, and she definitely took advantage of the three guys following her around who offered, nay, insisted on carrying her bags. However, she insisted on going into the drugstore alone so she could collect toiletries.

She grabbed a cart (and honestly who uses a cart in a drugstore unless you have serious money to spend) and spent about 45 minutes going up and down most of the aisles to find what she needed. Luckily, the products were exactly the same as she was used to, so it was only a matter of finding exactly what she needed.

When Y/N finally walked out, she spotted her new companions sitting down on one of those middle-of-the-mall benches that are intended for senior citizens and mothers with rowdy children and men waiting for women to finish their shopping.

"Got everything you need?" Sam asked as he stood up and stretched.

"Yup."

"Alright, let's head home. You feel like pizza for dinner?"

"What's pizza?" Y/N deadpanned, and the three guys looked shocked.

"You don't know what pizza is?" Steve asked.

"Nope, never heard that word before in my life."

"Seriously?"

"Why would I joke about it?"

"You've never had pizza before." James reiterated.

"Nope. What is it?"

"No, you gotta experience it." Sam smiled and started walking back the way they had come.

Steve and James were perfect gentleman, and oddly strong as well, but Y/N again did not complain when they grabbed her bags from the drugstore. She opened doors for them as they went out to the parking lot.

Once they were back in the car, Sam got on his phone and ordered pizza that would be delivered right as they got home, provided traffic cooperated. Y/N spent the drive looking out the window at all the lights and people she saw, and didn't pay much attention to the conversation the guys were having. Nothing looked too out of the ordinary, except for the whole superhero thing.

Once they got to Sam's house, a tidy little bungalow in a quiet neighbourhood, they unloaded the car and headed inside. Steve and James ran downstairs to put Y/N's bags in her room, while Sam gave her a tour.

As they were walking down a hallway, Y/N stopped to look at family pictures hanging on the wall.

"Is this your family?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's my sister and her two boys. They've grown a lot since that picture was taken though."

"They look like lots of fun."

"They're a handful, that's for sure."

"And these are your parents?"

"Yeah," Sam said quietly. "They passed a few years ago, that's the last picture we ever took of them both together."

"Oh I'm so sorry." Sam shook his head as Y/N reached out to touch his arm. "They have really kind eyes." She said, her gaze returning to the picture.

"They were the kindest people I've ever known." Sam said, and just then, the doorbell rang. "Sounds like the pizzas here."

Y/N could hear the two boys thundering back up the stairs as she followed Sam to the front door. She expected that he would need help carrying all the food in.

She was right. The delivery driver had to go back to his car to get a second load of pizza. Y/N brought the first load into the kitchen and got a few plates down from the cupboard.

"Oh, good, you found the plates!" Sam said as he walked into the kitchen a few minutes later.

"Yeah, lucky guess."

They set the table in silence as Steve and James washed up, and then they sat down for dinner.

Sam decided he wanted to know more about Y/N. "So, Y/N, tell us a little bit about yourself."

"Ok, well," Y/N hated this questions, because how do you boil yourself down to just a few facts? She just wished people would ask direct questions, because she could answer questions if they were clear. She hated vagueness. "I'm 22, I still live, or lived, with my parents. I like dogs. My favourite colour is yellow. I have three jobs, as a nanny, in retail, and also at a Bubble Tea shop in my hometown. What else do you want to know?"

"Well that's a lot. Why do you have three jobs?" Steve asked.

Y/N shrugged, having to explain her workaholic tendencies twice in a day. "I get bored. And I like working, keeps life interesting."

"I'll bet. What do you do for fun?"

"I read a lot. And I like to go to the lake. And crochet."

"What kind of books do you read?" Steve asked.

"It depends. Sometimes fantasy, sometimes mystery. I read a lot of those cheap drugstore romances."

"Wait, you crochet?" Sam asked. "What are you, a grandma?"

"Like a crazy, chaotic grandma, kinda. I drink a lot of tea and wear a lot of sweaters, sorry for being comfy!"

They went back and forth for a few minutes. "How do you like the pizza?" Sam asked.

"Well," Y/N waggled her head back and forth, debating how to break the ruse. "Not the best I've ever had, but it's close."

"Wait, you've had pizza before?"

"Yes."

"You said before though-"

"And you believed me?Rookie move, gentlemen."

"Why would you trick us?" They weren't mad, just a little confused. And amused. James hadn't really said much since they sat down for dinner, but he grinned and chuckled at the confused looks on his friends faces.

Y/N shrugged. "Gotta keep you guys on your toes, yaknow?" They all laughed. "But hey, tell me more about you guys. You're super soldiers? What does that even mean?"

Sam and Steve took turns explaining who they were, and how the Avengers came to be. They didn't touch too much on James, who excused himself fairly into the evening. He was a little shy and quiet around newcomers, apparently, but Y/N wasn't bothered. She had bigger things to worry about than someone being shy around her.

When the talking turned to yawns, Sam offered to show Y/N to her room. He took her down the stairs into the basement, which opened up into a spacious rec room. There was a massive TV and a pool table. Down a short hallway were the two previously spare rooms, both of which were now occupied by strays that Sam had picked up. The only bathroom was unfortunately across the basement, but Y/N didn't foresee any problems with that.

Sam explained how every room had it's own colours for sheets and towels and stuff, and Y/N was very impressed with how domestically organized he was turning out to be.

Sam went back upstairs, and Y/N took a few minutes to settle in. She would unpack and run her new clothes through the laundry tomorrow, but for now all she wanted was a hot shower and a good long nights sleep.

She went into the bathroom, and saw that James had already made space for her stuff in the shower caddy, on the towel rack, and in the medicine cabinet above the sink. With a smile on her face, she put her few new belongings in those empty spaces, then drug herself through the shower and fell into her bed, exhausted.

Before her eyes closed, Y/N considered what had happened to her today. In a new dimension, living with three strange yet wonderful men, something that would be sure to give her mother a heart attack. And yet, she was excited for the morning to come. Part of her hoped that when she opened her eyes again, she would wake up in her home world, and she would be surrounded by people she knew and recognized. That's what a normal person would hope for in this situation, right?

But as I've told you before, Y/N is no normal person, and the other part of her was wishing that when she woke up, she would still be here, in Sam's house. She wanted to opportunity to explore, so see what else was out there. Maybe she'd discover a new life, a new chance to be the person she had wished to be but never got the chance. Whatever happened, she knew that tomorrow would be full questions, and hopefully a few answers. She hoped, anyways.

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curlyhairallday · 5 years

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Bump and Dumps -Part Two

Here is part two hope you like it.

Hattie had quickly realised after jumping in her yellow vw beetle on her escape from Harry their memories together were so ingrained into her life there was no way to forget him even temporarily. Even her car which she had nicknamed sunny was a constant reminder of him, he had gifted her the car as a graduation present when she’d finished university. It had been her dream car since she could remember the old fashioned Beetle was such an iconic car in her eye and she had been blown away that her best friend had given her such an amazing gift. Her and Harry had also made many memories on the back seat of her car. As she began driving down the M25 she began to panic Hattie left everything in her life to chance she trusted in the universe to lead her the correct way. I mean why wouldn’t she trust it, for it was chance that had led her to Harry originally but right now as she was driving down the M25 she realised she had removed chance. For the first time in her life she had taken a decision into her own hands.

She took a deep breath as she neared her child home in a small countryside village on the outside of London. It was no ideal for her to commute to work but it would be a temporary solution to a massive problem. The next issue was explaining the situation to her parents as she pulled up outside her little home in the middle of nowhere she felt completely broken she had not lived at home since she had left for uni at 18. She grabbed Muffin and her handbag deciding to get the rest of her limited possessions tomorrow. Muffin stirred and began to meow in confusion she had only ever been but in her cat box for the short tube journey to the vets. Hattie quickly unlocked her parents door luckily she still possessed her key. She knew her mum would be in bed but her Dad would luckily be asleep on the sofa with a random documentry in the background.

She was right she saw her Dad snoring away on the sofa she put her bags and muffin down and cuddled up to her Dad.

“Claire?” her dad questioned groggily opening his eyes.

“Hattie? Wait what are you doing here.” he sat up starring up at his daughter confusion flooding his face.

“Missed you.” she sighed snuggling further into her Dad who quickly recipriocated.

After ten minuted of her and her father hugging in silence he spoke.

“Come on then lets get to bed.” Hattie grabbed muffin and her bag following her Dad upstairs to her small childhood bedroom which unfortunately still possessed poster of the one and only Harry Styles.

“Night Dad, I love you.”

“I love you too Harriet, we will discuss everything tomorrow ok?” she quickly nodding knowing her father knew something was wrong. I mean it was kind of obvious when his almost 24 year old daughter turned up at home at 11:30 at night.

She closed her door and let Muffin out her carrier, she decided that she should probably turn on her phone and alert Harry to her taking Muffin as she had forgotten to mention it and was worried he had not noticed the carrier as she had left. Immediately as her phone turned on it sprang to life 60 messages and 34 missed calls.

21 Missed Calls from Harold

4 Missed Calls from Gem

1 Missed Call from Jeffo

2 Missed Calls from Em

6 Missed Calls from Mitch

Her texts were no better, although a few were from work about a hearing on Monday and new elements to the case she was helping represent the majority were from Harry. Emily had messaged to say she knew I had told Harry and hoped I was alright and that I was welcome to my old room as she had never gotten a new housemate after I had moved out mainly as she had never needed one in the first place and Hattie knew the offer although it was genuine was from a place of pity. She began to read through Harry’s messages.

Please come back Hat, I didn’t mean to make you feel this way.

Can you let me know you are alright and safe please.

Hattie.

This isn’t fair you didn’t give me a chance to explain. It’s my baby too Hattie.

I am sorry baby.

Please come home, I love you.

Hattie I will give you tonight but tomorrow we are talking about this I won’t let you go.

The messages continued going between desperation, declarations of love and anger which was immediately followed by an apology. Although, Harry had a temper he always realised when it had revealed its ugly head and rein it back straight away. Muffin came and curled up on her chest as she began to sob the little fur ball was very comforting and always seem to know when Hattie was down.

Gemma had also messaged her offering a place to stay for a little break and had briefly even mentioned a congratulations on the baby and her excitement to have Hattie around forever. She knew Harry would confide in Gemma and although she and Gemma were friends she knew Harry was her first priority and she was glad that he had her.

Jeff had asked her to call him back or Harry and had even joked that there was little he could do with a emotionally broken rock star.

She kept reading Harry’s messages over and over finding comfort in his words but she knew she couldn’t do anything until she was no longer confused about him, her future and of course the baby. She sent Harry a quick message.

I am safe. Muffin is with me. I will call you sometime next week.

Harry was on the phone to Gemma when he saw her text he let out a sigh of relief, one because he thought that he had accidentally let Muffin out when he had gone to see if Hattie had truly gone and he knew how much that cat meant to her if he lost Muffin he may as well give up on ever speaking to her again. Although part of him had secretly hoped the cat had escaped so he could demand her to come back and search for her. Secondly, because he knew she was safe which was an absolute priority for him always had been thats why inside the house they had military level security cameras. He also installed the cameras so no matter where he was he could check she was safe he would also check she was up in the morning for work so he’d know if she was sick or running late which was something Hattie hated. He could also check she was safe home from work.

Over the three years he had tried to find a suitable match he had tried to set Hattie free he knew she couldn’t stand fame, the press or attention that's why he had always refused her to be his girlfriend. He knew he had been selfish to make her move in with him but at the time he had reasoned with himself that it was in her best interest but he knew its because he needed her. Every girl had not compared to her Camille was hopeful but she didn’t have the determination, wonder and compassion Hattie possessed. When she had first said she was pregnant he was so happy it meant that as Hattie would say the universe had confirmed he could have her. It no longer seemed like a selfish action to him, he hadn’t realised how rejected Hattie felt as soon as he realised when he was with Camille that Hattie had started to look for places elsewhere he had ended it immediately. This is what was leading to him getting into him car at 3am to drive an hour and a half to his love.

He panicked during the drive what if she rejected him? What if she doesn’t want the baby? He had fallen in love with the idea of a tiny human half him and half Hattie since the moment he met her. He was going to prove to her he did love him he did want her and he was no longer selfish he would even give up touring his second album for her and the baby if she needed him too. He’d give up everything if it meant he could have her because after three years of her he realised he couldn’t deal without her as cliche as it sounded.

Harry knocked on her door he was unsure what welcome he would get as not only was it 4:30am but he had also knocked up their daughter and caused her to leave in the middle of the night. He knew that if it was his daughter this had happened to he would knock out the guy.

“Hello Harry I expected you to not be far behind.” Hattie’s dad Simon spoke well Harry took the fact he didn’t seem angry as a good sign. Maybe Hattie had not disclosed the situation to her parents.

“Hello Simon, I am sorry it is so early.” Harry shook Simon hand and followed him into the little home. He had always loved coming here mainly due to the pictures of a small Hattie coating every wall. Also the smell of vanilla and cinnamon smell which was very closely linked to Hattie she made their own home possess the same smell.

“So why don’t you tell me what is going on? Hattie didn’t seem up to discussing things but seeing as it is just us men tell me why I should not make you leave right now. As it is obvious you have hurt my daughter.”

“Hattie is pregnant.”

Simon rose quickly from his seat his face turning red with anger.

“Tell me right now you did not tell her to get rid of my grandchild.”

“No no I would never there is nothing I want more.” Harry defended himself quickly imagining the chubby little baby a similar one to the photo of Hattie on the wall with chunky little fat rolls and a cheeky smile.

“I think she is confused. She doesn’t think what we have is enough.”

“What do you have?” Harry knew he had to tread carefully even though Hattie was a liberal spirit especially before she met Harry. He had told him stories of her losing her virginity at 4am with her next door neighbour a boy three years older than her at just 15 under the apple tree in her garden. Although, He knew her parents were very traditional every time he had stayed here they would be put in separate room as he would sneak in at 2am to hers.

“It is confusing but I love her. I really do please I need to make her understand. I want her I want the baby I would marry her tomorrow if that’s what she needs.”

“Hold on a second there. I think you should walk before you can run son.”

Hattie sat hidden on the stairs listening to there conversation sadly though she knew he was only panicke due to her leaving and maybe he was fearful she would hide the baby from him. She knew he didn’t mean those things because if he did, he wouldn’t have waited three years to realise.

Hope you enjoy Part 2. Let me know if you have any questions or want a part three. Also does everyone love Hattie as much as me wish I was her. T x

#harry styles #the vamps #harry styles fanfction #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #one direction #one direction fanfiction

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shibyn · 5 years

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don't wake me up in the morning

the promised neverland | ray-centric, ageswap | 1.9k On the night before his sixth birthday, Ray cannot sleep.

He never got the chance to like toys. He was so scared of the future, so scared, so pressured by the idea of needing to prepare, he picked up books and buried himself alive in them instead of trying to play like the other kids. He doesn't have the time to play. "...okay." But he can allow himself this, can't he?

On the night before his sixth birthday, Ray cannot sleep. Maybe you could think it's because he's excited it's his birthday-- he gets gifts from everyone else, regardless if they're paper drawings or shared portions of dessert. He gets a whole cake dedicated to him, and people are extra nice to him. He gets to do what he wants, even if that's hide away in the library to read. Emma will, of course, drag him out to play a cursory game of tag because that's just how she is, but that's alright. It's his birthday. That in itself should be exciting. Maybe you could think that, but you'd be wrong. He turns over in his bed for the nth time, burying his face into the pillow. It nearly suffocates him, but at least it stifles the sniffles he's been trying to swallow down for the past few hours. Even though muffled, his sniffling are embarrassingly loud. It's stupid. He's being stupid. There's no reason for him to be like this-- crying and restless in the middle of the night. Yet, when surrounded by the quiet of the room, surrounded by all of his siblings sleeping, he feels so, so alone. Tomorrow, he turns six. Tomorrow, he becomes a product to be shipped out at any moment. He drags his arm roughly over his eyes. He's scared. He's going to look at breakfast tomorrow morning, at the bacon and ham, and think I'm next. He's going to be handed things from siblings and realize that the chances are some of those siblings are not going to be alive by this time next year. He's going to hide away in the library because he doesn't have time to play, he has to study, he has to prepare. He won't be shipped out. He can't. He's spent so long making sure he's doing okay on those stupid tests, doing great-- Mama wouldn't ship him off, right? They had a deal. They had a deal. But will a measly deal keep him from being shipped out? Mama has watched child after child step out of this place, never to enter again. She's lead them to their deaths. What's a deal gonna do? Stop her? If anything, he might be a priority-- he knows the truth of this place. She'll want to get the rat out of her hair, wouldn't she? It's his birthday. Then it will be Norman's, and then it will be Emma's. If he lags behind, he'll be next to leave. It's a crushing terror. He can't save Emma and Norman if he's shipped out. He can't save them. "...Ray?" His heart misses a beat. For an agonizing moment, he doesn't even dare to breathe. It's dead silent in the room. Then-- shifting of covers, like someone's getting out of bed. Ray unconsciously pulls his shoulders in tighter, tensing. He squishes his eyes closed and tries to force his breathing into something resembling sleep, even though his breath stutters and catches no matter how hard he tries. Idiot idiot idiot. Why'd he even think it's a good time to-- to-- to break down like this? He can't afford to be like this. Now he's here, and someone's heard him crying over-- over-- "Ray...?" His breath catches in his start. He tries rubbing at his eyes, tries getting rid of anything showing he was crying, but he knows its useless now. He rolls over and hopes to god it's not Emma or Norman there. He doesn't think he'll be able to explain himself to either of them. It's not. Instead, it's Conny. Conny's a little hard to see in the dark, but he's pretty sure she smiles something soft to him. Her hair's down for once, almost making her unrecognizable. In the dim light from the moon the blond almost glows. "Hey, Ray. Do you mind if I sit here for a little bit?" Her voice is light to avoid waking up anyone else, but after listening to the clock for the last three hours, he's incredibly glad for it. He doesn't trust his voice not to wobble or crack, so he just hums and shuffles around so there's room. He doesn't know if it's any better than its her rather than Emma or Norman-- she's one of the few older kids who still bother to dote on him, even when he's obviously distanced himself. "Are you feeling alright?" She asks. With a quick glance he notes that she's not really looking at him, instead more or less asking the question to the room. He supposes he can be grateful for that, even though it would be hard to even see the puffiness of his eyes in the dark. Momentarily, he wonders if she does know he was crying. He could sound like he's just got a stuffy nose and is having an awful time trying to sleep with it. But that's only wishful thinking-- although she's ditzy, she's more aware of things than she seems. "Mmm," he tries, rolling back onto his side, his back to her. If he keeps up the act, she might just pat his shoulder and be off. "Mmm," she mimics, though not unkindly. "Do you need me to grab any tissues? I think Nat has some spare in his drawer from when his nose bled last week." "'M good." "Do you need any water?" "'M alright." There's a pause. "Do you want to talk about it?" He tries reburying himself into his pillow. "Not really." It's not something he can just-- talk about. He can't just spill his stress and his worries about whether or not he'll be shipped out before he can even save Emma and Norman, he can't spill that he's sick of pretending everything's alright when someone's 'foster family' has been decided. Conny hums in contemplation. He peers at her from the side-- how would she even react if he were to, just-- say that every single one of them is to be eaten by demons? That every single one of their siblings, everyone they've loved, is already dead and gone and in some demon's stomach? He's put up with the burden of this secret for the past six years of his live-- what's a couple more? "That's alright," she whispers. She looks over her shoulder to him, smiling something kind. "But don't try to keep it all bottled up, okay? We're all allowed to cry sometimes." Ah. His throat feels tight, his eyes burn, and hell, something as simple as that shouldn't-- it shouldn't affect him this much. He's not even six yet. When was the last time he thought it was okay to cry? "Ah!" she says suddenly, eyes bright, "One second." She slides off the edge of his bed and quickly steps to her own, crouching before the dresser. To keep the drawer from making a disgustingly loud screeching noise, she has to pull it out agonizingly slow, but it doesn't deter her-- she reaches in and deftly pulls something out, holding it behind her back as she shuffles back over to Ray and maneuvering back onto the bed. He pulls himself until he's sitting upright, swiping his arm over his eyes. Whatever she's holding is almost awkwardly too big to hold behind her back. It's gotta be important to her-- at least important enough to keep in her personal drawer. And Conny pulls out a stuffed bunny from behind her. It's obviously seen a lot of love. It's an off-white that's only from use, the ear has large clunky stitches from where he's sure it must've torn before, and the clothes are frayed and discolored. It's... a bit of a mess. Conny smiles sheepishly at the scrutiny. "He's seen better days, I promise!" she says, pulling gently to straighten the clothes and ears. "This is Little Bernie. I don't think I ever let go of him when I was younger." Ray stays quiet. She holds the plush with upmost care, like it'll crumble at her fingertips. She still dearly loves it-- that much is obvious just from the way she holds it. It was probably only because she got older that she parted ways with it. She turns to him, a small smile resting on her face. "I used to cry a lot when I was little. I mean-- I still kinda do, but y'know, thats besides the point-- I really lagged behind everyone else, I was clumsy, I wasn't very athletic or anything. I got really scared a lot that I would be left behind. Little Bernie really helped me calm down whenever I couldn't stop crying about it." She pulls at the ears absently, almost embarrassed. "And-- I know you're not really into stuffed animals or toys, but if you want, you can borrow him." Unintentionally he flushes at the proposition. Conny immediately sees this as a negative reaction, so she blurts in a flurry, "I get it, though! It's embarrassing! You really don't have to take him or anything, so don't feel obligated to! I just know you don't really want to talk, and you-- you could even imagine it as like-- a pillow or something, just to squeeze the stuffings out of, you know?" Ray quietly looks anywhere but at Conny. Sure, it's embarrassing-- but he's already embarrassed himself to the prime, being caught tear-y eyed and all. He's-- he's very touched, to say the least, to be offered something she loves so dearly. He never got the chance to like toys. He was so scared of the future, so scared, so pressured by the idea of needing to prepare, he picked up books and buried himself alive in them instead of trying to play like the other kids. He doesn't have the time to play. "...okay." But he can allow himself this, can't he? Conny almost startles. She blinks, owl-eyed, before beaming and holding out Little Bernie to him silently, like a passing of rite. Little Bernie, even after years of tousle and tear, is still soft. He's a little lumpy in certain places where the stuffing got squished to, a little stiff in places where something was probably spilled and dried on him. Even with all that, he's soft, and he's possibly the best thing Ray has ever held. "You can leave him on my dresser tomorrow morning, if you want," Conny offers. Ray just nods, holding Little Bernie with nearly the same carefulness Conny had earlier. "Thank you," he says, nearly a murmur. He can hear the smile in her voice. "No problem." She slides off his bed, ruffling his hair, and heads back to her own. Sheets rustle, the clock ticks, and soon enough he can hear her breathing even out to softly snoring. He pulls the covers back over him, Little Bernie still tucked into his arms. For minutes he just stares at the ceiling. He doesn't want to sleep. He doesn't think he can. Maybe-- Maybe he should've asked Conny to stay up longer with him, so he's not just accompanied to his thoughts. But that's selfish. Selfish. Deeper in the house, the clock strikes midnight. He listens to each gong, counting until twelve, and thinks that's how long I've live. He's six. He's only got six more years ahead of him, if he's lucky. Something winds up tight in his chest, almost threatening to burst. He clutches onto Little Bernie, worn but still soft, and curls in on himself.

#the promised neverland #tpn #yakusoku no neverland #ynn #tpn ray #ynn ray #JUST REALIZED NOW I have not uploaded this and its been.#7 months #yowch!#light angst #hurt/comfort #let ray be a kid! let ray be a kid!

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allisonbaelfire · 5 years

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Until My Last Breath

Pairings: Steve x Reader, Tony Stark!father x Reader

Summary: After Infinity War, you and the rest of the Team tried to find a solution, how to get half of the humanity back. Besides the guilt everyone felt, it was hard for you not knowing if your dad was still alive or not. It happens that the satellites get a signal from a spaceship, that is about to land on earth. It could be your father, who you happend seen since the registration act, where you took Steve’s side - or Thanos helpers could be back after they heard about your plan.

Word Count: 2,008

Authors Note: I think, this is by far my best Story yet.

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It was the middle of the night when you woke up slowly. You were starting to get cold, and when you noticed that Steve was no longer lying next to you, an inner unease spread in you.

Before the "snap", you never had a problem with sleeping alone and didn’t worry so fast. But now, every day, you were afraid that Thanos would change his mind, that he’d come back and take Steve like he took your father.

You got up to look for him. You perceived light in Bathroom, through the crack in the door. You opened the door slowly and saw Steve.

He didn’t notice you. You saw that he was shaving off his beard. You liked his beard, nevertheless it was a symbol of the past years. The years in which you were considered "enemies of the state", when you lost against Thanos and half of the humanity vanished into dust.

You opened the door a bit more and leaned against the door frame, “Hey Captain.” you smiled soft.

He looked at you through the reflection of the mirror. You could see that he was trying to carry the burden alone, as he looked into your eyes.

You walked slowly behind him. “You look handsome.” You kissed his back and touched gently his arms.

Steve didn’t say anything. A thank you was hard right now, but you knew it had nothing to do with you.He probably had another nightmare again. After five years, you had the first hope to bring Thanos to the track, Steve was worried that something could go wrong and he could lose even more people.

“It’ll work. We’ll get them back.” You said so softly, as if you were whispering. Not only did you try to convince Steve that your plan would work, you had to keep telling yourself that too.

Steve turned to you. He was looking into your eyes and touched gently your cheek. You leaned in his touch and closed your eyes for a split second.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do if it doesn’t.” He replied. You looked at him. “I promised Tony to keep you safe -”

He paused but you knew what he wanted to say. He would like to keep you out of the whole fight, but the team needed your strength, also Steve needed you during the upcoming fight at his side, if wouldn’t be there he would just worry.

Steve took a deep breath. “Do you regret joining me then? When Tony agreed to the registration act?”

You already wondered when he would ask you that question. He worried that you had only joined him because you fell in love with him, also he felt guilty that you couldn’t see your father for over five years and you might never see him again.

Normally, such a question would annoy you. Steve just put more guilt on his shoulders to take it away from others. You hated it when he did that. But now was not the time to be angry with him.

“I would make the same decision over and over again. And Steve, I didn’t join you then, because I was in love with you. I was against the registration act because I want to protect the world but at the same time myself and my family, my future children too.”

Steve looked relieved when he heard your answer, but still he remembered the promise he made to Tony when you had to leave the country with him.

He took your hand and placed a kiss on the top of it. You gently caressed his head.

“Let’s go back to bed, shall we?” You asked and he nodded.

~*~

“What do you need to make them work?” You asked Bruce as he explained his plan again.

“We use the information we’ve of Vision’s Stone, Wanda’s Powers and what Shuri found out.” Bruce replied.

Bruce tried to make his plan as simple as possible to give everyone new hope. The plan was to try to create Infinity Stones and use them to restore half of humanity.

Scott was helping him with the research results from Dr. Pym. Thor gave him all the information he had about the stones and you others tried to get all the materials he needed to create the new stones.

~*~

You went into your fathers old lab at the beach. The house still belonged to your family, yet it still had to be rebuild again but you liked it here anyways. It was the house were you grew up in.

You told the others you were searching for some information that could help, which was somehow true, but the real reason why you were here was because you missed him.

You always felt closest to him when you were here. You've always worked on your school research projects together, until you grew up and worked together on his iron man suits.

“Hey Dum-e.” You greeted your fathers robot. “Look what I brought you. (X)” You smiled and put the picture of them on your fathers desk. You loved this Robot and you knew your father did too, even after all his threats to disassemble him.

~*~

You were so deep in your thoughts as you worked on your Iron Suit that you didn’t notice your mother.

“Hey Sweetie,” She smiled. You shrug and let your spanner fall. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t.” You tried to lie but your mom just chuckled.

“You really are like your father.” She admitted.

“Is this a good or a bad thing?”

“Depends.” She replied and you laughed together.

“I’ll bring him back to you, I promise.” You assured her.

She came to you and pulled you in a hug. “I don’t care how old you’re, you’ll always be my little girl.” She spoke and you tried to hold back your tears. “I miss him but I won’t survive losing you too, I know I cant stop you from trying to safe the world - like I said, you’re your fathers daughter, but please Y/N be careful.”

>>knock, knock<<

“I’m sorry to interrupt.” Steve apologized.

He looked intimidated whenever Pepper was present. After all, you were on the run with Steve for a long time and if you had been here when Thanos attacked, Tony might not have disappeared.

“You don’t.” She answered friendly.

You let go of your mom. “What’s going on?”

Usually Steve wouldn’t come here, he knew this was the only spot where you could somehow breath and take a break from everything that was happening.

“You should both come with me.” He suggested.

You knew he was trying to sound friendly, but if something was so important he came to the lab, something must have happened.

~*~

You followed Steve until you saw everyone surrounding Bruce. You rushed into the lab and all eyes where on you and your mother.

“What is going on here?” Pepper asked.

No one seemed to speak, not even Natasha who always had something to say.

You got worried. “Didn’t you hear what she asked?! What the hell is going on?”

Clint pushed Steve forward to you, he was the one who should tell you, “We received a warning from our Satellites that a spaceship is on the way to Earth, with 2 people and something else on board. We assume Tony might be on the ship. But we do not know if anyone lives.”

“How much time until its down here?” You asked without any emotion.

Bruce looked at you, “10 Minutes.”

That was all you needed. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., initiate the fight and defense suit 02 ultra.” You ordered.

“Ma’am, I suggest you take one of your old suits. They’re safer.” Friday replied.

“Do as I say.” You answered and made your way outside of the Avengers Facility.

Steve followed you, “Y/N, we don’t kn ow if its him or if he still is the man we know?”

You clenched your teeth, “And now Rogers? Do you want to do nothing and let them just crash? You know because of Shuri’s Tech, no one can land on earth without dying.”

“She did that to protect us from any Alien or better Thanos if he tries to come back again.” Bruce interrupted as he followed.

“And thats why-” You paused as your suit finally made his way from your dad lab to your location. “-I’m going to safe it. Either you help me,” You put on the suit. “or get out of my way.” You closed your face mask.

Steve looked at Pepper for a little help as she and the rest followed you outside.

She just smiled. “Y/N’s just like him.”

“Not helping.” Natasha replied.

Steve took a deep breath. He couldn’t stop you, because he would do exactly the same.

“Okay, you heard the Lady. Thor, Rhodey you’ll support her in the air. When the ship breaks through the earth's atmosphere, you have to slow it down.” Steve ordered and both nodded. “Natasha, Clint - you two get in the jet. If we're getting attacked, you fire back.”

While Steve told the others what they had to do, you were already in the air and stole Bruce's coordinates, from his computer, on where the ship would land.

“The 02 Ultra is ready, Mrs. Stark.” Friday informed you.

“Then lets get this party started.” You said serious.

The Ultra 02 was a suit you built, it should be a defense unit. Veronica, the protective equipment against the Hulk was the core idea. Only Ultra 02 was significantly larger and more powerful than Veronica, because it was build to protect the earth against Thanos.

~*~

You could finally see the spaceship. It was indeed really fast and probably to much to handle on your own but Thor and Rhodey were by your side.

“Ready?” Rhodey asked.

“I’m always ready.” Thor smiled. “Lady S?”

“You know me.” You smirked under your suit. “Now!”

You three are headed straight for the ship. It was really fast. Thor grabbed the bridge while Rhodey and you grabbed the ship below. You three tried to slow it down with all you might.

“Friday, we need a little help here!!” You screamed.

“On my way!”

She send Ultra 02 for support and the ship slowed down a bit but it’d still going to be a rough landing. Rhodey and you use all your thrusters while Thor tried to reach something with his lightnings.

“Still 2,000 feet.” You heard Bruce over your radio signal.

“You’ve to try harder or they’ll die and maybe you’ll join them.” Clint added.

“What do you think are we doing, Barton?”

“Damn it!” Bruce was angry. “Hulk, now is the god damn time to come out or they’ll all die!” He yelled.

“Y/N, break up the mission!” Steve said. “That’s an order!”

The hulk did not come out in years, and the ship was still to fast for you all to survive the landing. It seemed hopeless.

“Its Tony!” Thor yelled as he finally saw who was in the ship.

You knew, now there was no way back. You wouldn’t let your dad die after he finally made it home. You had to ignore Steve's instruction.

“I love you, Steve. I always will.” You said and everyone heard it. You You control all your power on the arc reactor to trigger a thrust that might save the ship.

Bruce realized what you were about to do, it took him a second. A second that was too important to waste - but finally, Hulk appeared and jumped as high as he could. He caught the ship with all of you.

It was still a pretty hard landing, for all of you. The ship was totally broken but everyone survived.

~*~

You landed hard on the ground. Your suit, and probably Rhodey’s too, were destroyed but you all lived. Steve ran to you and helped you to get out of the suit. He pulled you in a hug and tears were rolling down his face.

“I could’ve lost you!” He was mad and relieved at the same time. “You can never do something like this again.”

You nodded as you cried into his chest. You were afraid up there or better terrified. You didn’t thought you’d survive this.

“Pepper?”

You recognized the voice. You let go of Steve and wiped your tears away. You saw your mother running into the arms of your father. You couldn’t believe your eyes. So many years past since he disappeared and now he was finally back.

As Tony was hugging Pepper, he saw you next to Steve. He let go of Pepper and you ran into over to him. He wrapped his arms around you and hold you as tight as he could.

“I know you’d be out there.” You sobbed.

“I know you’d built a better suit than me.” You two chuckled. “I missed you so much Y/N!”

“I missed you too, Dad.”

“Where the hell are we?” A blue female asked.

~*~

Days past and everything went back to normal... or better as normal as it could be.

Tony explained to you all what happened on Titan and introduced you to Nebula. Rocket told you about her and that his team actually didn’t like her that much but besides that he seemed really relived to see her alive.

You explained what happened on earth when Thanos arrived for the Stones and told him about your plan to get half of the humanity back and maybe how defeat Thanos.

~*~

The first few days were hard for Steve. Despite the fact that Tony was back there was tension between the two.

“Can we talk?” Steve asked Tony while he was working with you on your suit.

Tony looked at you. He didn’t want to miss another moment with you or your mother anymore, but he agreed. Tony knew how important it was to you and even if he wouldn’t admit it, it was important for him to talk to Steve too.

You left the room to give the most important man in your life some time, to talk. At first it was awkward, no one dared to say a word.

“I’m sorry.” Steve let out. “I’m sorry for everything. I shouldn’t have agreed back then, that Y/N can join the Team against the registration act.” He apologized. “I feel like I took her from you.”

Tony nodded. “I thought so too.” he admitted. “But a long time ago. I realized she does what she thinks is right and most of the time she is. It sucks but Y/N is always right.” He chuckled and Steve agreed. “It wouldn’t have changed a thing, Steve. I still would’ve ended up in space. Maybe should’ve followed me but it was better that she was here with you.”

Steve was surprised by Tony’s reaction. “I’m not so sure.”

“I am, she is a great woman. And I know she was safe here with you. You watched out for both of my girls and I’m really thankful for that, my friend.”

Steve smiled as he heard Tony calling him his friend. He missed that. But he had to ask Tony something and wasn’t so sure, how he would react, and if that could destroy the friendship again.

“I don’t know if its the right time or it ever will be but I want to ask you for your permission. I want to ask Y/N to marry me.” Steve confessed. “And I really hope you agree, I know how important your approval would be for her and its definitely important to me too.”

Tony had to take a short breath. He was not back on the ground so long. But he had already expected this question.

“You remember the promise you gave me?” He asked and Steve nodded. “I need you to promise it again. We’ve a war coming, maybe bigger than the one we’ve already faced. We could lose every bit we’ve and I want you to protect her no matter what. Y/N won’t back down but you’ve to protect her. She has to survive the fight, she’ll change the world - she’ll heal it.” Tony said. “She’s the most important person in my life and I wouldn’t have survived if I didn’t know she’s safe.”

“I do. I promise I’ll protect her until my last breath!” Steve swore.

“I’m counting on it, Buddy.” He smiled and hugged Steve. “I’m glad that you two have each other and we all need something good to hold on to.” He let go. “So why not a wedding?” They both laughed together.

For a long time in awhile Steve didn’t felt so much pressure on his shoulders anymore. The Team seemed to gained their hope back and the chance grew to finally beat Thanos once and for all.

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firstpuffin · 5 years

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Changing elements of existing characters; race, sex etc

I remember when the F4ntastic Four movie came out in 2015 (and seriously, F4ntastic? What is this, the 90’s again?) and we saw that the new Human Torch was… different. There was some concern, admittedly even from me, about this change. I mean, Johnny Storm is white, right? Why cast a black actor?

Well I could have let that slide without issue as long as they explained, even with just one sentence to not take up too much time, why his sister is white and him black. Yes, there could be a hundred-score reasons why, but it is unintuitive. Since then I have grown up and don’t mind nearly so much, but this “issue” comes up again and again. The new Doctor in Doctor Who is a woman and there has been rumour about a black James Bond floating around for a while. My favourite superhero died and there was a fuss when he was replaced by a black kid; Tony Stark let a black girl replace him as Iron Man (or whatever name she went by) and there was a fuss both times. Are you seeing the pattern?

Established heroes are being replaced by children!

I’m kidding.

But there is always a fuss when a beloved character is changed and I must admit, a black James Bond would bother me. A female James Bond would bother me; the first and least important reason is that James Bond is an established white male character and a lot of his stories would be different if he wasn’t. The other characters in his stories would treat him differently, he would have had different experiences and would not be the same person.

More importantly though, it’s kind of insulting (not to me mind, I’m a white male) that people seem to think that the James Bond brand is what’s needed to carry a black or female lead. Seriously, we already know that’s not the case, so make a brand-new character who fits your criteria. If you have the rights then put them in the same world as James Bond, sure. That could be fun.

A female Doctor doesn’t bother me because it works in-world; they established long ago that it was possible to regenerate into a different sex so it’s cool. It works.

It’s just a shame the writing was crap. Fingers crossed for the 2020 series.

There were rumours for a while that Spider-Man, no cross that, Peter Parker was going to be gay in an upcoming movie. This didn’t happen and I’m glad. I probably shouldn’t be but I am. See, I let a lot slide in comic book universes because there is the multiverse and as long as we don’t know which universe exactly the story is based in, there is nothing wrong with Peter being gay. But again, why not make a new character who happens to be gay?

Isn’t it offensive to think that a gay Spider-Man has to be the original?

This is where Miles Morales comes in. He’s not a black Peter Parker, he’s a brand-new character. And yes, you could say my above argument should apply here, after-all it’s still the Spider-Man brand. But Spider-Man is pretty unique in that there has generally only been Peter Parker. Yes there is Miguel O’Hara in the future and similar variants but many superhero mantles have been picked up by other characters, but Peter Parker is usually Spider-Man and no-one steps up to take his place if he dies or vanishes.

Except maybe Ben Reilly, Peter’s clone.

But even if he wasn’t unique, it wouldn’t matter. Do you know how many Spider-Women there have been? Including another of Peter’s clones?

So when the Peter Parker of the Ultimate universe dies, Miles Morales comes along and tries to pick up the slack. This is just comic book tradition, and it works. I like Miles Morales. He brings a freshness to the Spider-Man story; seriously, screw Uncle Ben I want to see more Uncle Aaron.

Speaking of Uncle Aaron, I was a fan of Prowler when it was still Hobie Brown under the mask, but multiverse so whatever.

So changes thanks to the multiverse is cool, as is taking up another hero’s mantle. What else am I okay with? Well for starters, if something is done well.

It seems a lot of Iron Man fans weren’t too happy with the Mandarin but, and maybe this is because I didn’t know a whole lot of Iron Man lore, I thought that the twist was amazing. That is how you do a trailer. They set up this mysterious terrorist (yawn) who was dominating the Middle East, only for that to be a façade for the real villain. As a twist this is not only amazing but was set up incredibly well.

And then there is Michelle Jones from Spider-Man: Homecoming who we discover is MJ right at the end. She is quite possibly as far from the MJ we know as is possible but then again, she isn’t Mary-Jane Watson. I really like what they are doing here, using an established character whose relationship with the hero pops up in nearly every iteration, to hint at future sub-plots without actually being the same character.

So I’ve been pretty positive about the idea of “changing” a character, so why am I bringing this up? Because it doesn’t matter how justified the change is, the execution can ruin it. Doctor Who is a prime example of this.

I was pretty excited to see a woman portray the Doctor because there is a lot in his (I use the male pronoun for a reason) character that you don’t often see in female characters. Matt Smith was amazing at portraying an old man in a young man’s body; he was a treat to watch. Tennant, Smith and Capaldi were all very good at showing a character who was old, who knew, and had experienced, far more than any human could match. He took the lead, got angry when he needed to and had a fire in his belly, a sliver of ice in his heart, usually hidden by a cheerful and possibly forced optimism.

To see that kind of female character would be new and awesome.

Instead we had infantile episodes more focused on preaching than actually telling a story. I don’t know if Whitaker can act, I don’t know if she is up to the job of being the Lonely God, because we didn’t get to see it. I’ve been watching the old episodes, by which I mean 1963 onwards and I’ve just revisited the 2005 onwards series’; two companions really has to be the maximum number of companions and if there is a third then they should be the Doctor’s equal. Otherwise the Doctor gets ignored.

River Song was never just a companion and while you could say that her presence detracted from his, it was in a good way that allowed the characters to bounce off of each other. In series 11 with Whitaker we saw more of Ryan and Graham’s relationship than we did the Doctor herself, that is when they don’t pause the episode to dump exposition onto the viewers (I’m looking at you, episode 3).

Of course as far as I’m concerned, the greatest sin occurred in the second episode: she gives up. The Doctor gives up. For no good goddamn reason. Okay so there is a reason. Her time-machine, which has been coming and going for centuries isn’t there at that very moment! She didn’t see it disappear, not to return for another hundred years; it just wasn’t there yet and she knew it was due any moment. What the fu-?!

Who is this woman? Certainly not the Doctor who chases away fleets of spaceships with a speech.

-what a speech-

How about another example? You may have heard of Spider-Gwen (don’t worry she doesn’t actually go by that name, that would be stupid), her series is based on Earth-65 as opposed to the mainstream series which is Earth-616 (who numbers these?). I don’t want to talk about her, although I totally could. I like her and what they wanted to do, even if the execution was poor. No, I’m bringing up the Earth-65 Captain America: a black woman called Samantha Wilson.

The agenda behind that can already be practically tasted but I prefer not to whine about such things and she seems okay as a character. My problem is that if she went through the same process as Steve Rogers, which she did, then why isn’t she ripped like Steve? Seriously, that guy is jacked in virtually every incarnation so why isn’t she? Because she’s a woman and thus her biology is different? I think it’s safe to say that that is BS and the only reason she isn’t covered in rippling muscle is because it wouldn’t look sexy.

-seriously? Trump is Modok? He’s even quoting Trump! Urgh, the taste of agendas-

Men can be huge but women? Nope.

I don’t mind Gwen not being massive, depending on the artist then Peter can be pretty skinny too. But double-standards much?

I’m going to close up here. I don’t mind changes to established characters so long as it makes sense: taking up the mantle of a superhero, an alternate universe or possible in the established canon; I do however think that rather than changing an established character, a new character should be made. But while I often like to see these new (or sometimes “new”) characters, I will not force myself to like something if the execution is poor.

#first puffin #opinion #comics #comic books #doctor who #james bond #character design #agenda #race #sexuality #13th doctor #spiderman #spidergwen #miles morales #multiverse #f4ntastic #fantastic four #captain america #thosetagswilldofornow

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tumblunni · 5 years

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Headcanons about maddiman's wife:

* name: Joy Nocturne

* her personality is like your classic 'overbearing wife' or 'loud woman' except its not a bad thing and i hate how its always stereotyped as a bad thing. She's confident and outspoken and badass and these are all the things that made Madds fall in love with her. Its also the things that makes everyone else think she's 'such a nag' and start rumours that their marriage is on the rocks, because he 'must be so whipped', etc. And back when they met in highschool everone thought she was a 'typical american thug' who was 'being a bad influence to that poor honor student'. Basically she's used to people hating her personality and she was already secretly doubting whether her husband also found her annoying/bossy/unattractive cos of this. Like she's usually able to be confident in the face of hate from strangers but as she grew to love this man she felt her old insecurities coming back. They were both having trouble talking about their feelings and worrying that their spouse didnt love them...

* oh and BIGGEST HEADCANON: she very much loved him and there was no villain of this story, just a sad tale of two people falling apart due to miscommunication. I think its infinately sadder if they were total soulmates and never stopped loving each other even after this tragic falling out. I feel like Joy just had to make the decision that was right for her son when her husband was never around to be part of his life. And with the way maddiman acted she had every reason to feel like he'd stopped loving her...she didnt leave because she hated him but because she didnt know why he was so distant and thought he hated her...

* She never remarried. She did manage to live a full life and raise their son to be an upstanding human being, but she never forgot about madds and never found anyone she loved more than him.

* She was actually there when he died. The point where he passed out midway through writing a diary entry wasnt actually the exact moment he died, his coworkers found his comatose body and rushed him into surgery. He was on life support for a few days befofe he faded away, having never woken up. Joy rushed over on the fastest flight possible to get to see him before it was too late, but she only managed to arrive in time to see his yokai self emerging and vanishing into the ether. This phantasm haunted her for the rest of her life and she sorta inherited his fatal yokai obsession, in hopes that what she saw was real...

* after her son died at just 17, she became even more tied to the desperate hope of her husband's old fairytales. Ultimately though, she was never able to find him. She actually could have walked straight past him and not been able to see him. And madds wouldnt have recognised her, only wondered why something in his heart says that this particular trespasser in the haunted hospital should be guided to the exit without harm.

* they first met in high school, oddly enough due to maddiman's dad being a massive asshole. Nogut always pressured his son to be perfect and live out all his dreams for him, blablabla, gotta get to the best schools and never get a single bad grade. Joy and madds werent in the same class so they hadnt talked much, and she only recently transferred anyway. But one day Nogut was in school for a parent teacher conference and he was being his usual pissy entitled self, blah blah im too important to be here and my son is the cause of all my problems somehow. So he got uhh.. "Distracted". Aka being an absolute fuckin creeper to underage highschool girls! Thus the day Joy first became friends with maddiman was also the day she became mortal enemies with his dad by kicking him in the balls. And shortly afterwards she bumped into maddiman who was hyperventilating in the same closet she coincidentally picked while hiding from Groinally Harmed Anger Dad. He was having a panic attack from the general stress of his dad being here, and she helped support him through it which became a really valued memory of his, and why he sees her as his hero. Well, that and shortly after when she was like 'lol i just met this total creeper and kneed him in the nads' 'THATS MY DAD' 'geez sorry dude' 'NO THATS AMAZING'

* she also helped him pull off his ultimate escape from trash dad. They had a plan in place for a long time that as soon as he turned 18 they were getting on a motorbike and riding off to Anywhere But Here. But he didnt expect her to literally bring a birthday cake and throw it in his dad's face! And then that was the beginning of their relationship. Madds had totally been crushing on her for quite a while but never knew how to confess, until the sheer awesomeness of that moment made him accidentally squeak it out while they were riding for their lives from an angry old man.

* oh and also there were probably a lot of funny cute clueless moments where it kept going over joy's head that he had a crush on her? I was thinking of a cute idea for a valentines day flashback where maddiman was too shy to give her a box of chocolates and she comes along like "man i didnt get any chocolates im glad you managed to get some!" "U-uhh no i umm..wanted to give them to someone but i...didnt." "Oh that sucks dude! At least now you can eat them all to yourself to help forget that girl. Lemme sneak one, tho!" And thus he ended up sharing the box of chocolates with the perosn he wanted to, even if she had no idea. And it was a very good day!

* also i think considering the pattern of him bottling up his feelings and running from relationship problems, it seems likely that he ran from the altar on his wedding day. But it was also one of the only times ever that that happened and it wasnt super sad. As he does, he got all worked up into a mess of anxiety and convinced he knew the only answer- the stupidest and most reckless answer! So even though he loved this woman he was so scared that he'd be a bad husband that he tried to jump out the window at the last second without even once trying to actually talk to her about any of this. But this time she did manage to find him! All the friends and family were like 'ugh leave him, he doesnt love you', but she knew there had to be more to it so she ran out in the rain in her wedding dress and searched for miles until she found him sobbing in a public bathroom. They managed to talk it out and get to the bottom of his feelings and actually resolved something for once, and it all went okay. It kinda helped that seeing her turn up all bedraggled in the wreckage of the dress she loved so much, bleeding from her tight heels and fighting off several biker gangs along the way helped convince him that "hey maybe she thinks i'm worth fighting for, so i should try and believe her". So yeah then she swept him off his feet and they danced all night as everyone else in the church was all "ugh she looks awful" and "why would she take him back", but the moment was so magical that they just didnt care. And thats how the biggest failure of a wedding was also the happiest day of their lives! (..though sadly the same doubts and communication difficulties would come up again and not be resolved so easily...)

* i keep flip flopping on what career i want to give her, but at the moment im thinking possibly owns a lil bakery/coffee shop type place? Madds is one of those people who cant stand the bitterness of tea/coffee and prefers caffinated sodas instead, but he used to drink strong coffee every day back when he was human just because his wife made it. He loved all the rest of her cooking so itd be cruel to say no! Its a lil detail that i figured would be cute but also foreshadow how he'd meet his tragic end, as it shows he's capable of bottling up his feelings for years even when talking would be so much easier. Also probably a comedic note that he's coming up with nonsensical mad science techniques to make himself able to drink coffee! "Shall i genetically modify my tastebuds or create an undetectable translucent plastic armour plate for my tongue?"

* also maybe she could make cinnamon rolls shaped like madds's doofy cyclops head when they reunite in the future. Just because i want to eat that.

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stormpainter · 5 years

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==> Tuesday night

Last Tuesday at 11:10 PM

wickedpainter hey uh, real sorry to slide into your dms n shit all univited like but poldex says you remember playin the game?

furiousnostalgia No need to apologize for talking to me! Yes, I do.

wickedpainter its got me all worried that you're in a doomed timeline cause the second gen sounds too old to play

furiousnostalgia Is there an age limit?

wickedpainter no, but the usual timeline is six sweeps i was like fuckin nine when i played

furiousnostalgia Our session was the twelve of us, the scratch set it up so our descendants would be the new players, correct?

wickedpainter yeah

furiousnostalgia I don't believe they're even all alive.

wickedpainter thats a problem.. somethins screwed up

wickedpainter ..or your in a post game world where they played n got reincarnated as their prize cause that happens

furiousnostalgia Not a great prize, I must say!

wickedpainter it really aint they dont even get to remember what happened just live like the game werent a thing

wickedpainter i'm all motherfuckin anxious now

furiousnostalgia Have you known timelines where being doomed was particularly quick?

wickedpainter it just depends, sometimes it comes apart at the seams all at once, sometimes it does it in patches and time gets all warped, sometimes it spins out for a long damn time

furiousnostalgia Hm. I'm not a big fan of that.

wickedpainter i'm a bard of doom, i could probably tell or help but i aint got a clue how, this one aint covered in school

wickedpainter ..but, i can also, if i have to, cheat, and get an older version of myself to teach me how, with my matesprit's help. We like avoiding time loops, but it fuckin seems real important i'd just have to put it on the to do list for future me

furiousnostalgia Don't mess with time if you don't need to! I know it's annoying and dangerous.

wickedpainter it aint dangerous if you're super methodical and keep good notes its more a matter of how much you'd trust a strange highblood with somethin

furiousnostalgia Oh, I trust you.

wickedpainter ..how come? i find it worryin that you trust me when you aint know me real well i might just be in an anxious mood, been a lot of excitin an ups and downs today

furiousnostalgia You have magic powers. If I thought you had ill intent, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it anyways. But you're kind. You have troubles with words, which I can relate to. You don't have any of the major warning signs for the most dangerous kinds of highbloods. I trust people. It's always a risk. It's also got high chances of rewards.

wickedpainter okay my future self tells me that I'll 'just be able to tell' if I show up, so uh. how do you feel bout a guest?

furiousnostalgia Oh! Certainly. I feel like I need to clean up a touch first...

wickedpainter you dont gotta be self conscious or nothin

furiousnostalgia And yet, here I am.

wickedpainter )o: whatever makes you most comfortable

furiousnostalgia Okay, we're presentable. Sorry!

wickedpainter its alright, do you know what coordinates I'm usin or do I need to figure that out myself

furiousnostalgia >Send your home coordinates. These should work!

wickedpainter >Woo! One eight and a half foot tall purple blood will be right over

#furiousnostalgia #pesterlogs #posted OOC

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scftuan · 6 years

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All In The Family (part 2)

Genre: romance/angst

Rating: M

Characters: Kyungsoo x reader

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Well this was proving to be your stereotypical awkward family dinner.

After stumbling over your introductions, you and Kyungsoo had both been quick to avoid any further conversation, choosing instead to silently take your seats at the table; which is how you found yourself sitting across from your sworn enemy, eyes downcast as you pushed your food around with your fork. Occasionally you’d hear your mother say something and you’d nod in agreement, but your mind was too full of just what kind of twisted situation you’d found yourself in. There was no way in hell that Kyungsoo was actually the son of your mom’s boyfriend, surely this was all just a terrible misunderstanding or a bad dream you’d wake up from, but looking up from your plate to see Kyungsoo avoiding all eye contact reminded you that it was not.

As no one was currently focused on you, you took the opportunity to get a closer look at the boy across from you. He’d combed his hair back from the occasion, and it was unfair how he could manage to look so good in a simple blue dress shirt and black pants. You hadn’t realized you’d been staring until Kyungsoo’s gaze flickered up to your own, his eyes flashing even as he gave you a half smile. You promptly lowered your gaze back to your plate, hoping he hadn’t caught the mild flush on your cheeks. ‘Why does he have to make this more awkward than it already is?’ You thought miserably, the endless droning on of the adults conversation enough to drive you insane.

“So Y/n, your mom’s told me so much about you, but I feel like I still hardly know you.”

You startled out of your revelry, looking up to see Kyungsoo’s dad offering you a warm smile. “Well sir, theres not much else to tell as I’m sure my mom has left no detail out.” You blurted, your mind drawing a complete blank on what else to say (it didn’t help that Kyungsoo was currently smirking at you from across the table). You opened your mouth to apologize for the unthought out statement but were interrupted by a friendly chuckle and a shake of the head.

“Perhaps in the future we can get to know each other better, but for now, I think you should get to know Kyungsoo, after all you do go to the same school.” Kyungsoo’s dad said, nodding towards his son before giving your mom a knowing look.

All protests were silenced as both of the adults left the table, leaving you alone with a rather bored looking Kyungsoo. You watched helplessly as they left, your mind racing for an escape.

“Well at least now that they’re gone we don’t have to pretend we don’t know each other.”

Your attention quickly turned to Kyungsoo who was now leaning forward, his elbows on the table and his hands clasped together. “I don’t know what you mean Kyungsoo.” You said nonchalantly, ignoring the smug look that seemed to light up his features.

“Look Y/n,” he began, his gaze seemingly boring into you no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, “you don’t have to pretend to like me, just as I don’t have to pretend to like you.”

Part of you wanted to be offended by his bluntness, but a much larger part wholeheartedly agreed. You’d hated each other since middle school, why should you start now? You gave him a overly fake smile and nodded, “Sounds like a plan to me, but how do you propose we deal with the parents?” You asked, inclining your head in the direction your parents had gone. Kyungsoo grinned at you (and if you were anyone else you would have thought the expression cute), “First off, we act as we did tonight, not necessarily close, but at least civil. Second, I’m only in this for as long as my dad is, should things not work out...well.” He shrugged, leaning back in his chair and letting out a long sigh.

You frowned, the idea of your mom losing possibly another boyfriend (and one she’d been especially fond of) did not sit well with you, but neither did Kyungsoo as he sat across from you.

But as you examined the boy you hated, you supposed you would just have to do.

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Kyungsoo and his father left without much fanfare, and you had easily avoided your mom’s bombardment of questions which revolved around your thoughts concerning both your enemy and her boyfriend.

At school you and Kyungsoo remained detached, occasionally finding yourselves in awkward or competitive situations where you both determined not to be the loser. Around your parents (who had begun increasing the amount of family get togethers), you were still detached, but at least you were both civil.

It was only when your parents decided you and Kyungsoo needed to ‘get to know each other,’ that things took a turn for the worst. Somehow, you’d gone from seeing Kyungsoo occasionally throughout school to seeing him just about everywhere. Your mom began hiring him to do random ‘handyman’ jobs around the house-though watching Kyungsoo stare confusedly at a wrench was admittedly amusing-meanwhile, she’d also find excuses for you two to be in the same room together.

“I really don’t see the point in all this,” you grumbled, crossing your arms defiantly, “its not like my mom is playing matchmaker for someone.” Your mom had found really no good reason to leave you alone with Kyungsoo as he tried to figure out what size nail to use for hanging up a picture (her excuse had been something about keeping him company). Kyungsoo chuckled, tossing the nail back in its box before turning to you. “Maybe thats the point Y/n.” He said cooly, giving you a half smile before he went back to his job.

Frowning, you sat up from your lounging position on the couch, “And what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked incredulously, your mind racing for what he was trying to imply. Kyungsoo merely shrugged, continuing his work as he replied: “I’m not referring to us if thats what you’re worried about, I’m referring to our parents.”

That made you even more confused, now you were standing up and pulling Kyungsoo away from his work-which he claimed he was actually succeeding in-and dragging him to the couch. “Kyungsoo, you better start making some fucking sense or I swear-“ Kyungsoo cut you off with a laugh and a shake of the head. “Oh Y/n, you’re so naive, don’t you realize why your mom’s doing this? She wants us to ‘get to know each other’ and ‘get along better’ because she’s planning this to be longterm, and my dad is equally as guilty.” Kyungsoo’s statement left you gaping, the possibility of this becoming something more was unfathomable.

“N-no,” you stuttered, trying to find the right words, “there is no way...”

But Kyungsoo’s pointed stare said it all.

There was a high possibility that you were screwed.

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School had become even more unbearable with the thought of Kyungsoo possibly becoming your stepbrother looming over your head, it didn’t help that he had started giving you knowing looks every time you saw each other, and to your horror he even began to spend more time with you.

“Why the long face sis?” He asked innocently, plopping himself down on a chair the table you were trying to study at. You grimaced at his nickname, the urge to flip him off growing stronger the longer he stared at you with that half smug look (but you were in a library and would have to withhold). “Shut up Do.” You grumbled, pretending to actually focus on the math problems in front of you. Kyungsoo placed a hand over his heart and rolled his eyes, “Back to a last name basis already? I wouldn’t use it as an insult considering it’ll be your’s soon.”

Something about the comment made you snap. You’d held in your growing annoyance for the whole ordeal long enough. Screw your mom’s happiness, you were just going to have to tell her that she couldn’t develop anything further with Kyungsoo’s dad.

You gave Kyungsoo an innocent smile, batting your eyes at him as you began to gather up your things, “Well, my dear Kyungsoo, we’ll see about that.” A frown began to form on Kyungsoo’s face, but before he could stop you you were rushing out of there, determined to get to home and tell your mom exactly what you thought.

And not even Kyungsoo’s protests after you could stop you.

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You knew Kyungsoo was after you (probably to find out what your dastardly plan was), but luckily for you he didn’t have a ride and you at least had a bike. Pedaling with more speed than necessary, you arrived home in record time. Racing through the door, you eagerly called out for your mom, ready to get everything off your chest. “Mom! I have something I wanna tell you!” You called, walking around the house in search of her. As you wandered into a kitchen, a bright yellow piece of paper sticking to the fridge caught your eye. Humming to yourself, you walked over and snatched the paper off, your eyes scanning to words that had been hastily scribbled down.

Dear Y/n,

I went to the store to get a few things but should be back soon. Kyungsoo will be arriving at some point so I want you to let him in when he comes.

Love,

Mom

You groaned, crumpling up the piece of paper and tossing it into the trash. What you had needed was some time alone with her, which was exactly why you had ditched Kyungsoo in the first place, unfortunately it seemed your plans had all been for not.

Luckily, Kyungsoo was in no hurry to get there, but unluckily neither was your mom. Two hours passed before a knock finally echoed through the silence in the house, startling you from your lounging position on the couch (though you’d never admit it had been bad enough to make you literally fall off with a yelp). You scrambled up from the floor and nearly yelped again when you caught Kyungsoo standing in the door, looking at you with an almost amused expression.

“Kyungsoo!” You exclaimed, trying to give him your most shocking glare (mainly because you knew he had most likely seen your ungraceful landing on the floor), “How did you get in?”

He shrugged, opening his hand to reveal a silver key in the palm. “Your mom gave me one the other day, something about ‘you’ll need it’ I think.” You wanted to ask him just what she meant by that but bit the words back, knowing he’d probably just roll his eyes again at your naivety.

Before either of you could do much else, the opening of the front door followed by a ‘Y/n, Kyungsoo? We’re here!’ Interrupted you.

“We’re in here Mom!” You called, shooting Kyungsoo a look before plopping yourself down back on the couch, the example of which Kyungsoo quickly followed.

As your mom walked in (followed by Kyungsoo’s dad), you noticed something different about her. She was smiling much more brightly than usual, and she was holding her hand funny. “Oh I’m so glad to see you two together, you don’t know how much it means to me to know you’re already getting along so well.” You wanted to scoff and almost mumbled a ‘if only you knew’ under your breath but stopped yourself at the last minute.

“Mom?’ You asked quietly, suddenly growing nervous at the way the adults were both beaming, even Kyungsoo had grown still beside you. “What’s going on?”

Your mom grinned and suddenly stuck her hand out, whatever she wore on her fourth finger catching the light and throwing small shimmers around the room, “Well dear, Kyungsoo’s father proposed and I said yes. We’re getting married!”

Yep, you were screwed.

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jessjessjojess · 6 years

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2018. A mixed bunch.

Settle in for quite a story children...

So its pretty early in the year for one of these yearly roundups (I can guarantee I’ll be doing another one in like December) but I have the extra time on my hands, so why not.

2018 can seriously get stuffed, but then also (after I’ve meditated and thought about it) have a little (actually minuscule) cuddle. Let me clarify, this year has been absolutely shite, but it’s given me a lot of time (many thousands of hours) to reflect on who I am, who I want to be, and what I should do. Sense a common theme, its I, of course it is because I’m a millennial (or the one that comes right after that one) so I’m very egotistical (I’m working on it, I bought a book).

Let me give you a play by play, great January, did my usual tan, beach, sleep, repeat motto, with a splatter of sport in there for good measure. the problem came in February. It was my birthday (5th in case your wondering), and a girl came, we were pretty good friends, but we’d had a bit of an issue over a boy of course (I thought she was a snake, she thought I was pathetic, that fun stuff that girls do to each other because society tells us we are in competition with each other). Anyway she showed up to my dinner, (so did the boy because I suck) and she did not speak to me, which left me so pissed, at least have the decency to say happy birthday. So in response to this I said absolutely nothing (because I’m so freaking British), but I thought some awful things, (which of course left me with some really bad karma obviously displayed by the next weeks events).

I have my birthday and my kids at school are cute and buy me presents and everything is great until the 8th February 2018, when I quite literally sat down and could stand up again. Skip to the 11th when I am in A&E with a broken ankle, FROM SITTING DOWN, 6 hours, a moon boot, and a pair of crutches later, I’m home not happy. So at this point I am just noticing what a joke my life is, when I realise I can’t drive, its my right foot, I can’t work, drive or walk, happy 23rd birthday Jess. I mean its not really that bad if it was a broken ankle but it wasn’t. One month later I still didn’t have a diagnosis, other than “it’s not broken, but the MRI is showing the joint is really not happy.” The rest of me wasn’t really jumping of the walls either. But let’s leave the ankle for now because 2018 had so much more instore for me.

You know the saying when it rains, it pours, weelllll I’d never really bought it until now, I mean it didn’t hail on me or anything but i was very freaking wet. We are into March now, I get a call from the hospital, I get excited thinking it’s about my ankle (note: it definitely wasn’t), which I still didn’t know what was happening with. I’ve been recommended for a Gastroscopy, (if you don’t what that is, its a camera on a tube that they put down your throat to look at your insides -sounds fun right? It’s not). They want me to have my gastroscopy next week, I have to explain I’m in a moon boot, they really don’t care, but I have something to take my mind of my ankle, this wild minor surgery that has appeared. All is sweet, I don’t really worry too much because its about my anaemia, which honestly is like the least of my health problems. Even the surgeon thinks its a joke that I’m there, quote “it’s weird your here, I probably won’t find anything, this seems extreme”. He was just filling me with confidence, which he promptly knocked down after surgery with “we found something, its not great, we need to run some further tests, you’ll hear from us this week. Oh and your have Coeliac Disease. CATCHYAAAAA.” Okay I embellished the end there, but that’s was it felt like. Upon a lot of googling the words on the piece of paper he handed me, Dr Google informed me I had 2 tumours in my stomach, and an auto-immune disease which meant that when i ate gluten (literally every meal), my body attacked itself.

I had a week of absolute torture wondering what these tumours meant for my future (also had a breakdown in a supermarket when I realised that Cadbury chocolate may contain gluten!!), but then I got the call, yesssss they were all clear, but I was now booked in for a COLONOSCOPY in a months time. It was basically the same dealio as gastroscopy, but instead of the mouth they use your butthole. Now I’m no prude, people have seen my bum before, I mean I’ve had laser hair removal, but this felt so intrusive. Turned out the colonoscopy part is absolutely nothing, but the colon prep is a whole different ball game. I’m not going to get too gross, but I definitely felt VERY empty afterwards. ANYWAY colonoscopy is something I can check of the bucket list (not that it should ever be on there.) So they say bad things come in threes, I figure ankle, coeliac disease, and tumours, I’ve got to be clear right? NOPPPEEE they found another 2 tumours, I’ll cut to the chase quickly one was clear, one was pre-cancerous. Which means FUN I get to have colonoscopy every 3 years FOREVER, and if you missed it before I’m 23, so thats a whole lot of butt stuff!

After March, I spent most of April moping, as I couldn’t work, or drive myself anywhere, in the self pity of my bedroom. In May though I finally got to see an ankle specialist, 10 weeks after going into the moon boot, who confirmed I would need ankle surgery. I was torn because I finally had a solution, but i knew I would still have to wait some time for the surgery, in fact almost 3 months. FINALLY on August 3rd I went under for my ankle arthroscopy and reconstruction, I was rapped. Lets be honest surgery and recovery are pretty shit, but at least I was in recovery now and I could get back to normal soon.

That’s all the bad stuff out of the way now to talk about what made my 2018 a mixed bunch. I’m a high school maths and science teacher at the moment, and don’t get me wrong I love the teaching part of my job, I could spend everyday in the classroom, and never feel like I was working a day. However, I’m a bit like Australia, I’m not very good a politics. As a young woman, who is pretty driven, strong-willed, and kind of loud, I’d never had to deal with too much politics in the workplace. I’d been in hospitality at a theme park for the 5 years prior, as long as you weren’t obviously drunk when you showed up for your shift you were good. But in a school, especially one as big as mine there is a lot of people to please, and not all of those people have opinions and values that match yours, which can be a bit shit to be honest. As I mentioned before I’m not a shy girl, my entire life I’ve been called bossy, annoying and assertive, but I’m rude and I would never go out of my way to make someone else uncomfortable, but that was not the opinion others had of me. This something we struggle with everywhere, women who are confident and driven are seen as arrogant, and “stuck-up”, and I was a bit sick of it. I started to look inwards towards the end of May, what did I want from life, who did I want to be, and what kind of legacy did I want to leave behind. The answer to most of these questions was not teaching, and I started to think back to high school and university, remembering my dream of becoming a surgeon, and as i did this i realised that was still something I was really passionate about.

Goals and dreams are such difficult things to deal with, because once you starting thinking about it, it’s like giving away a part of you, you want it so bad you don’t know how you cope if you fail. But here’s the thing I’m learning it’s hard to reach for your dreams but if you don’t give it a crack then you’ll never know, it will always be playing on the back of your mind. I made the decision to start working towards getting into medical school, it’s not going to be easy it’s going to be a lot of work, and a long time coming, but when you feel something is right everything else is easier.

We are definitely into the second half of the year now, and I’m definitely feeling more positive, I’m happier and lighter to be working towards something I’m passionate and excited about. My next focus is going to be on inner stillness, and finding myself in the present, focusing on living in the now, while creating a better and more exciting future. Moral of this story is you can deal with shit and come out better and stronger, sometimes the hard times are exactly what you needed to create a better you. Be your own role model, work hard, love hard, treat yo’self, and love yo’self.

Well, if anyone made it this far, thanks for reading my story, I would love any ideas, feedback or advice you guys may have, and I will update you again probably in December!

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I GOT SCAMMED $1050

PART 1

Thanks everyone for showing interest in how I got scammed SGD$1050 by my (no longer) close friend/enemy aka Chia Scammer Hean (@chiaheannn). You can contact her if you're feeling rich lately or want to have a first hand experience on how it feels like to get scammed. Due to popular demand, I've decided to write a detailed story about it.

It all started when she called me out of the blue asking about my skin condition which she never did during the whole 5 years I knew her. She only did that when she joined a MLM company known as Elusyf. Well... before that I didn't know she joined one. One day, she suddenly called me to talk about Produce 101 ((HELLO THIS THING CAN DISCUSS OVER GROUP CHAT RIGHT? ITS NOT LIKE IM THE ONLY ONE IN THE CLIQUE WHO WATCHED IT)). Honestly I don't even talk to her on the phone unless I'm asking for her whereabouts during meetups. So for her to call me to talk about a fucking variety show was just damn weird and fishy. Then after a few minutes of conversation, it took her long enough to finally drift to her desired topic: my skin. Knn some people just couldn't get straight to the point 😒😒😒

During the phone call, she asked about my skin condition like she was so concerned LOL, I clearly told her that there was nothing serious about it and I didn't need any recommendations. MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS BITCH. YOU SHOULD BE THANKFUL THAT I DIDN'T RECOMMEND YOU TO A PLASTIC SURGEON CUZ YOU'RE ONE UGLY FUCK. She was so persistent in making me head down to her friend's office to have a skin consultation by saying that a lot of her friends have seen improvements blah blah and how she also went down recently. LOL tbh I didn't even want to entertain her nonsense but since she was still a close friend that time, I 给她面子.

PART 2

Initially I was so hesitant about going to their office since it was totally at the other end of sg??????? and I told her in advance that I had no intention in purchasing any products if her friend were to introduce me anything. This was what she told me: "Just to find out more about your skin lo". OK but then I had to pay $18 for the consultation. I agreed since she mentioned that it was cheaper than any dermatologist which was true. She always had to emphasize on the fact that there were limited slots and her friend was always busy. LMAO DID SHE EXPECT ME TO GO LIKE "WAAAA OMG SHE SO GOOD UH, OMG FASTER BOOK FOR ME. I MUST MEET HER" 😒 I told her it's fine if there weren't any slots since I was not desperate to attend the consultation ((at that time I also tried to siam a bit)) KNN TRAVEL SO FAR STILL NEED TO SPEND MONEY.

Idk why this bitch refused to tell me the company's exact address until I reached Eunos MRT on that day. Instead she gave me very vague information like "it's at Kaki Bukit" "Meet you at Koufu first". Her excuse was "I scared you lost ah. Later I cannot find bitchy le" ((sorry a lot of people gave me this nickname)) 臭三八, my camp was also in Kaki Bukit so you didn't need to worry about me getting lost and GPS existed for a reason.

Furthermore, she didn't even mention the company's name at all. Scared I do research beforehand sibo? Smart. If I actually knew the company's name and did research prior to the meeting, I could have avoided that mess since there were numerous articles and forums exposing the company's dirty tactics. From my knowledge, she was not a bright person to begin with. So someone must have taught her not to reveal the shady company's name when she joined them.

Fast forward to the day itself, I went down to her friend's office with her at 36 Kaki Bukit Place Level 5 (Take note). Please run for your life if you ever hear this address bc you're about to get scammed. The office was honestly dodgy looking with no company logo at all but then I didn't think much that time. There was this eye-catching red sofa which Scammer Hean mentioned that it was her favourite furniture there. okay LOL. Maybe she needed to scam me so she could afford to buy that red sofa? Possibility.

Both of us waited on the red sofa for her equally-scheming friend to appear. That's when she introduced me to her friend/accomplice, Lucia Mcdonalds (@luciamagdalene now @lucia.mlyy). Don't bother asking me whether they were pretty or not bc they were just ugly fucks. Scammers could never be pretty.

However, I was late for the consultation. #whatsnew right. The consultation had to be cancelled since I couldn't make it on time and they had to reschedule it LOLOLOL. Times like these I'm actually thankful for my punctuality issues if not I would have been scammed another $18 from the consultation as if $1050 wasn't enough for them.

Accomplice Lucia told me that she didn't want me to make a wasted trip so she made me fill up a survey on an iPad about my lifestyle and eating habits. Okay, I thought I could just go home after filling up the dumb survey, BUT NO, she straightaway got started on her MLM brainwashing. She kept promoting her products for a good one hour, I had to admit that she would make a perfect salesperson with the way she described everything but that didn't trigger my decision to get the products. LMAO I gave her an uninterested look throughout the whole time she was explaining the products. What's the point of having dermatologists in SG if her products were so good????? I was very skeptical about it.

In case y'all were wondering what Scammer Hean was doing while Lucia was talking, she basically sat there like a dumb fuck and witnessing how I got scammed. Or learning how to scam people in future like Lucia since she's working for that company too.

Well the products which she was trying to promote were pills that costed $350 per box. She suggested that I had to go through a therapy which needed me to purchase a set of 3 boxes = $1050. Wtf tho she pressurized me to make a decision on the spot, so I gave her a half-hearted "okay".

Part 3

Evil Lucia told me that her office didn't accept credit/debit cards as a form of payment and I had to pay everything in cash. WHO THE FUCK WOULD KEEP $1050 CASH IN THEIR WALLET ESP FOR MY YOUNG AGE. BTW 21 IS STILL YOUNG OKAY. It was my first time hearing that the office didn't accept cards, shouldn't they be a bit more technologically advanced? Even a kopitiam could accept cards. With the amount of money they had scammed from innocent people all these years, weren't those enough for them to at least purchase a NETS machine???

Anyway it was also a good opportunity for me to run away by telling her that I had no cash with me rn and I would come back another day (which I had 0 intention) to pay for it. She forcefully replied with "It's okay there's an ATM near our office building, it's just a 10-min walk". 10-min walk for an ATM?!??!?!?! THATS NOT EVEN NEAR. Not forgetting her iconic statement: "If I can walk for 10mins with these heels, then it shouldn't be a problem for you since you're a guy." Win liao lor then she went into a room which I assumed she took her wallet so she could keep the stack of cash later.

When she entered a room to retrieve her wallet, I secretly hissed ((i hissed cuz she's a snake)) at Scammer Hean and asked her if she also purchased the same $1050 package. Well, she visited the office 1 or 2 week(s) before me. Surprisingly she did and even mentioned that it was damn effective. Honestly I didn't see any difference other than her looking uglier than before. In my mind I was like "smlj this broke ass bitch got money to buy such things meh" LMAO this bitch always complained that she had no money every time our clique hanged out, I wondered where she got that large sum of money from.

But then again, for such a 穷光蛋 to spend $1050 on their products, it could mean something. With a bit of peer influence since she was a close friend (now she's not), that was when I made a final decision to purchase the products. I trusted her a lil too much. AND, I didn't buy bc they were pretty/I liked one of them. SCREW THAT SHIT. YUCKS. Tbh, if she said no, I wouldn't have purchased it. You could call me naive on that part.

Once Lucia was done taking her wallet which she bought with the money she earned from scamming people, we left the office building and headed towards another office building which had an ATM machine. I swear it wasn't just a 10-min walk. Must be the weight of guilty conscience on them which caused them to walk so fucking slow. While walking to the ATM, Lucia tried to be relatable and friendly by striking a conversation with us, which I killed it every single time LOL. The more she tried to talk, the more I killed the conversation. Eventually we reached the ATM.

Don't ask me why but I also had no idea how I withdrew the $1050 in stacks of $50 notes so easily. I didn't have any second thoughts before doing so too. The moment I withdrew it I passed the cash to Lucia instantly. And as usual, Scammer Hean was just a useless fuck who stood there like a fucking statue. As a close friend, she should have at least asked me to reconsider purchasing the products or withdraw the $1050 right???? Sadly she didn't. Her mind was probably thinking about the commission she was going to receive from the $1050. Greedy bitch.

Part 4A

Anyway now that we were back in the office, Scammer Hean and I waited on the red sofa while Lucia entered a room for god-knows-how-long ((probably to hide in a corner to count the cash)) I could totally imagine Lucia walking into the room like "WOOHOOOO I SUCCESSFULLY SCAMMED A VICTIM" then opened a bottle a champagne to celebrate her success. CB IF NOT WHY SHE TOOK SO LONG INSIDE.

The wait felt like years and it finally took her long enough to drag her fucking slow ass out of the room together with the 3 boxes of pills. I told her I was already in a rush to meet my friend for dinner so the fake doctor aka Lucia briefly told me how many pills to take a day and the side effects of the pills. Step professional only LOL. She also tried to settle on another consultation date which I missed on the day.

Before leaving, she had to take this really hideous photo of me which she said "a before picture" to compare next time. Basically a way for her to assure me that I could see the improvements in future. I stood DIRECTLY below the fluorescent lights for the photos but then the lighting and angles were so bad that even the most handsome person in the world would look like a toad. Knn the previous time I had taken such a fucking ugly photo was in the Korea customs. I felt like she purposely had to take an ugly photo so that I would feel the need to consume her pills in order to see improvements.

The first thing I did when I reached home was to do research on the brand of the overpriced pills which I just bought earlier in the day. Out of curiosity, I searched up the company's name on Google and a few articles of people getting scammed by Elusyf popped up on the first page of the search results. I could easily ignore it if it was just one bad article but honestly there were way too many for me to avoid. As I continued to dig even further by reading forums and Reddit, I obviously got more than what I wanted. Just like the saying goes "Curiosity kills the cat" I THINK I GOT KILLED FOR A MOMENT TOO.

I almost had a mental breakdown after realizing that I got scammed by my own friend. Of course the first thing I had to do was to get my money back, I knew it was impossible to get the full amount refunded but even if it was just 1/3 I would be contented. So I immediately gave Scammer Hean a call to tell her that I was left with only $200 in my bank account and I needed a refund asap by returning two boxes of pills first. I couldn't straightaway expose her as I didn't want to risk having 0 chances of negotiation. So in order not to make things suspicious, I told her that I would purchase the other two boxes when I had the money ((LOL BITCH NO))

She helped me to discuss the situation with Lucia but she needed to know when's the next time I could get the second box. Scammer Hean: "Eh should be next month right cause you got ns pay mah" THEN SHE GAVE ME THE CB 欠打 ACT CUTE "LOL" STICKER ON TELEGRAM WHICH REALLY MADE ME WANT TO SEND A FLYING SLAP TO HER FACE. DO YOU THINK I EARN A LOT FROM MY NS PAY?!?!?!??! I just told her that I should only be able to buy the second box on the following month. As usual, this nosey bitch asked why I needed that much money.

Part 4B

Wa kaypoh af. I had to come up with another convincing yet fake excuse to make it sound extremely urgent by mentioning that I was helping my friend with her mum's operation fees. This fugly bitch couldn't stop questioning me like what type of operation she was getting, etc. OK SHUT UP. THAT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. I JUST WANT MY MONEY BACK. I swear she didn't need to know so much bc a dumb and useless bitch like her wouldn't be helpful in any way. Her only worth as a human being was to inform Lucia to contact me asap.

Lucia was SO FUCKING FAST in calling me back bc I waited 2hrs for her call 😒 I bet that she was planning on what to say before she called me. She sounded extremely hesitant as she spoke to me with lots of "ummm" and "ahhh" in between her sentences. I guess she had never encountered a customer who wanted a refund, so she didn't have a script to follow? She told me that a refund would be hard since the transaction had already been processed when I paid her just now, thus it would be troublesome for her to do the paperwork for refund.

However, the 假好心 Lucia could help me by keeping a box first and refund me with her own money but I needed to sign a document in her office which stated that I had to return her the $350 by next month. UH WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO THAT. IN THE END I AM STILL LOSING THAT MONEY WHAT. But either way I agreed to it, what I thought of doing was to tear the documents in her face immediately after she handed me my $350. ((LOL xiao dramatic ymy)) I swear I had thoughts of slapping her ugly face and calling a police down to her office but thats too much drama for me to handle in a day. I didn't and would never tell my mum about the incident bc she was dealing with my problematic sister, so I didn't want her to worry even more. In the past my mum had always reminded me not to trust people too easily even for close friends, now I truly know why.

Did I get the refund from Lucia? NO. The initial plan was to meet her in the Kaki Bukit office at 8pm on Tuesday ((3 days after I got scammed)) but on the day itself, she gave me a text saying that she would only be free at 9pm. Smlj so last minute. Maybe her plan was to drag the timing till it was unfavourable for me and it worked. Since I was always released from the camp at 6pm and the office was just 15 mins away from my camp, no one in the right mind would wait for 3hrs. Moreover, my house is in Jurong. Don't bother asking me to go home and wait first. So I decided to cancel the meetup.

Trying to be (sym)pathetic, Ugly Scammer Hean also gave me a call by mentioning that she could help me keep a box first and pay her back when I got the money. I told her that I couldn't pay her back that soon but she said it was fine since the pills could be kept up to 3 years OKAY LOL THEN YOU SHALL KEEP THEM. My plan was to let her keep the pills and refuse to pay her back 💁💁💁💁💁💁 On the day when I was supposed to meet her ((JUST ONE DAY AFTER SHE CALLED ME)) to get my cash back, she suddenly told me that she didn't have the cash with her. HUH HELLO?!?!??!?!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME IN ADVANCE. YOU THINK I WANT TO MEET YOU MEH? ITS ALL ABOUT $$$$$$$$$$$ FUCKER. KNN PLAN BACKFIRED, BITCH HAS NO MONEY NOW AND NEVER WILL. LOL.

Why didn't I call the police? I paid the full amount of $1050 in cash and no receipt was given. UGH THE AMOUNT OF STUPIDITY IN ONE SENTENCE. Since everything was paid in cash, there was no proof of transaction. I finally realised why the office didn't accept cards as a form of transaction. There was no receipt to prove that I purchase directly from them too. FUCK I AM SCREWED.

Here are some tips on how to avoid getting scammed by MLM companies:

1) Do not have friends. If you have no friends, no one will contact you right? Logic.

2) Friends/acquaintances (perfect example: your poly or secondary school classmates) whom you have not talked to for months/years and they suddenly contacted you asking about your well-being.

They prioritized calls rather than texts. Why? Speedy responses; a typical person doesn't need more than 2 mins to pick up a phone call, but he/she could take up to hours to reply a simple text message. So, if you're not interested they could quickly move on to the next target without wasting too much time on you. They just wanted to scam you asap. From what I have heard from a friend who used to work for the same company (Elusyf), the company actually made the scammers list out all of their contacts in an excel sheet ((probably easier for them to track those they have not called)).

Part 5

Notice how scammers were always using the same generic format like "Hey how are you doing? Long time no chat" Then they would talk to you about random stuff before getting to their main topic. Those people eventually tried to meet up with you individually for a "meal". ((LOL I'm sorry for those who genuinely want to catch up with you.)) That's when he/she would bring you to his/her office to meet the mentor. They were taught to do that btw.

It's easier for them to brainwash you when you're alone since you're more vulnerable. They might try and push you into making a decision very quickly without giving you a chance to think about it, claiming that you need to for you to get the “special price”.

Avoid meeting up at places like Eunos or Kaki Bukit. However, that is just for Elusyf's office. There are other more MLM companies located at different parts of SG too. Read up on MLM in Reddit (https://www.google.com.sg/amp/s/amp.reddit.com/r/singapore/comments/5ss4k1/share_your_pleasantunpleasant_experiences_with/), you will realise how fucked up these compaines are.

Poly students and NSFs are the common targets. Especially NSFs who could be easily smitten by their female friend's sweet words and smiles that influence them to get the products OR join the company. No, you're not gonna get dat pu$$y by doing them a favour so dream on.

3) Anything that sounds too good to be true, trust your instincts. The reason why those scammers joined a MLM company bc they were promised to achieve results and fast profits within a short span of time. Sounds easier than a part time job right? However, they are just the downline of this pyramid scheme so nobody knows when they will actually start earning money. In short, they are just being greedy and unrealistic. Well.... either by joining the company or buying their products, you're still getting scammed. Just take up a legitimate part time job, will y'all???

I was left stranded with 3 boxes of ambiguous pills which I didn't know what to do with them. I really considered throwing all of them straight into the bin but my other friends suggested that I consume them since I've already paid for the products. I FORCED MYSELF TO CONSUME NOT BECAUSE I WANTED TO SEE (NON-EXISTENT) RESULTS BUT BC I PAID A HEFTY SUM FOR THEM. The recommended dosage was one pill a day but I decided to overdose by taking 2 so I could die faster and stop thinking about my money.

So y'all might be wondering why I am only exposing her rn since this incident happened a few months ago. Apparently after scamming the innocent boy (me) on 17 June 2017, I assumed that she would at least feel remorseful for doing so to a close friend but no. She still had the cheek to tell others that we were friends of 5 years. TSK. Sometime in July, she attempted to contact her poly friends for the same old shit. The people she contacted include some whom she wasn't even close to begin with. Well someone has to put a stop to this bitch so I am going to expose her nasty ass to everyone 🐍🐍🐍🐍 It angered me how she continued to scam people even after I exposed her to our clique. In Part 7, I will be talking about how she tried to defend herself on her actions.

Now that I am $1050 lesser, it is definitely a painful and expensive lesson for me. I learnt it the hard way by not trusting anyone too easily in future. Every time I checked my bank balance, there were so many "What ifs" going through my mind. I was hoping that everything was just a nightmare but it's not. I had sleepless nights since the day I got scammed, I swear it wasn't a pleasant feeling at all. It was so hard to get rid of the incident from my mind no matter how optimistic I tried to be. In a fit of anger, I made a decision to cut contacts with Scammer Hean; I blocked her everywhere— Twitter, Facebook, Telegram, Whatsapp, Snapchat and even phone calls. NOTE: I didn't block her from my main Instagram account.

Part 6

Honestly, she fucked up as a person. Firstly she targeted my flaws and insecurities so that she could make money out of it. I am genuinely disappointed with how she sacrificed her close friends when it comes to making fast money ((she didn't earn any, from what I know)) despite the 5 years of friendship. Apparently she also brought another friend from the same clique to the office using the same method. Luckily the other friend was smart enough not to purchase the $1050 package but she got the $55 masks instead. It clearly showed that Scammer Hean didn't mind losing friends as long as she could earn her money. Moreover, it was so heartless of her to scam a NSF without batting an eye. HELLO, DO WE LOOK LIKE WE ARE EARNING AT LEAST $1K+++ MONTHLY????? In fact we only earned close to half of that.

Please don't get yourself involved in this MLM bullshit, people who joined the company would never experience any positive outcomes. The people benefitting from MLM are those at the top level of the pyramid scheme.

This shameless bitch had the audacity to tell others that I was interested in attending the consultation. Bruh you were so persistent in forcing me to go. Don't make me upload the screenshots of the chats. BUT IM STILL GOING TO UPLOAD IT ANYWAY SINCE SHE HATED IT. HAHAHAH BOOO LOSER.

For those ((esp guys)) who defended her by saying that she wasn't this type of person in sec sch/poly. Sorry to burst your bubble, people change anytime they want, so are their priorities. Well to Scammer Hean, money is more important than friendship now.

Sorry it's not worth keeping trash as a friend, at most I only have one less follower and like on my ig picture LOL. NO BIG DEAL. If you think what I did was asshole by making personal attacks, REMEMBER, she didn't lose any money from it, maybe her non-existent reputation only. I was extremely triggered by how she tried to defend herself by twisting the stories when she should be apologizing to me with $1050. Why would I bother spending so much time writing this if everything is untrue. RIGHT?

Time to stop scamming others, Lee Chia Hean

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