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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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MANAGER!SEIJOH AU

a/n: this is kind of an au like what if you were

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 i would like to request a seijoh!manager reader who’s a first year and is siblings with ushi and the team’s reaction to finding out that she was supposed to go to shiratorizawa with ushi and their reaction with her getting along with the shiratorizawa volleyball team and maybe the manager is a small cute soft little energetic ball of sunshine 🥺🥺 also hewwo, hope youre doing well! ☺️ -🎷🐛

- Ir seijoh manager series is so gooood. Can we get something where by some weird reason yn-chan is close to ushijima and tendou and the seijoh boys dont know about it and how they'd react to her being so affectionate w them ahahwindkdn

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HOW FREAKING PRETTY TENDOU IS LIKE AKLFDJLASKFJDLSKFJDSFLKD

okayokayokay

so this is a what if thing

like what if ushijima was your older brother

SLKFDJADFLIJSDKLDF I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE OIKAWA SCREAMING

you didnt exactly have the best relationship with your mom

you remember when you were younger that she used to yell at your brother for using his left hand and you got angry a lot because you were fiercely protective of your brother

this caused her to yell at you too for being nosy and being involved in something you shouldnt be in

duh we know that ushi’s dad takashi actually supported him for this and protected him too and you were also a papa’s girl so you always ran to him

he understood you both better and while your mother worked, he was at home taking care of you two

then when they mentioned wanting to separate, you were very sad but somewhat relieved

mostly because you hated hearing your parents arguing and you felt bad for your brother as he constantly did whatever to get you out of the house

thats what brought on your love for volleyball

you werent exactly the best player but you were interested in it and often watched matches with him

but you also liked volleyball because your brother liked it

you liked whatever your brother liked

he adored you too and he was a boy who didnt talk much due to your mother but he was always a talker with you

especially when you couldnt sleep, he would sneak you out of your room and you both would run to the kitchen and eat ice cream

even with just a 2 year age difference, he looked as if he was older than you due to his massive height

‘just wait nii-chan! i will drink enough milk to reach your height!’

*insert lenny face*

AKLDJFSLDKFJDF I HATE MYSELF

CAN I PLEASE DIE

however

when they divorced, you thought your father would take both you and ushi

like the lady at the court even asked you where you wanted to go and not a breath of hesitation you chose your father

you weren’t very concerned because you knew your brother was going to choose your dad as you both were closer to him

so imagine your surprise when he said he didnt care and naturally, the mother would get the child

lowkey you felt hella betrayed and when your dad whisked you away overseas, there was this grudge you held against toshi

yall youre like 5

i would be hella mad too if my brother chose the person who yells at him all the time

in california, your father made sure you still remembered your brother and you tried to detach from the japanese lifestyle to your new one but you just couldnt

maybe around 6 years you were already fed up with the hot california heat and you wanted to go back to japan to see toshi again

you got over that grudge years ago but your mother refused to have any contact or anything to do with your father and so that included you too

she refused to let you both video chat and any type of connection

your dad obviously noticed your sad expressions and your obvious longing to go back to your brother again and so he arranged something

you shut the door gently before taking off your shoes by the doorway

the large house was often quiet except for the constant typing of a keyboard in your father’s study

‘tadaima’

you meekly mumbled but his sense of hearing never wavered so he heard your voice

‘oh? y/n?’

his voice echoed through the hallways and you heard his chair squeak as it was moved back so he could stand

your sock-cladded feet padded against the hard wood floor and you walked towards his study where indeed he was standing there

your father has definitely aged yet his job as a coach made him as fit as he was decades ago

as much as it disgusted you, you could tell what your friends meant when they said your dad was good-looking

they actually said your dad was hot but you refuse to acknowledge that

you and your friends are like 12 tf

you closed the door and sat down on the loveseat at the corner of the room as it was your designated spot

‘hey, papa’

you greeted with a smile and he gave you the same grin

‘i ordered f/f (favorite food) for dinner tonight so try and listen for the bell to ring, okay?’

you nodded

there was bit of small talk and you asked about his team while he asked about school and you both arranged to hang out over the weekend at some ice cream shop

the conversation dragged on until you heard the doorbell and you ran to the door to answer the delivery man

your dad put out the plates on the table and you excitedly dug in

‘also, you remember your grandmother? and her terrible back?’

oh god of course you did

they lived about 30 minutes away from your house in japan and she constantly worried your father bc the woman was approaching 90 and was still picking peppers!

with old coach ukai

‘what did she do now?’

your father chuckled at the exasperation in your voice

‘she misses you. says something about the family’s princess needing to go back to her country or something’

there was a smile in your face

your grandmother was your favorite and she always said you were the princess

she hated your mother because of how insensitive she was so she only acknowledged you as the only other female in the family

obviously your brother was also liked but there was just a special bond between you and your grandmother

‘so when are we going back?’

you asked and it was clear that you were excited at the thought of going back to japan as you havent been back since you moved due to your father’s busy job and your school

takashi swallowed his food before revealing the news

‘actually, if you want, you could finish your schooling there. but only until college first though because your old man needs you over here too’

nah bro you didnt even care about the last part

literally your fork fell to the table and you shrieked

‘WHAT?! SERIOUSLY?!’

and thus brought you back to japan

you stayed with your grandmother on your dad’s side and you quickly got accustomed back to japan life

your BROTHER!

okay

so waka-chan def heard you coming back

your mother was grumbling about it the other day and he was sure he heard your name in there

‘sdkfjkdslfjdkslfj y/n dkfjlsdkfjldkf’

LMAO THATS ME TRYING TO SAY THAT WAKA COULDNT UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE SAID SINCE SHE WAS MUMBLING SHE WASNT KEYBOARD SMASHING LMAO

there was a mutual giddiness in there too and he was excited to see you again after many years without contact

however

there was a bit of fear in there that thought back to when you were younger and his choice of not really having a specific parent despite your pleads to stay together with him

but he was going to make sure your bond was still intact!

he would do anything in his power to do so!

when you arrived

your dad accompanied you back to japan and you both were walking out to the exit of the airport when you saw your grandmother excitedly waving a sign around

in bold sparkly letters, it said ‘USHIJIMA’

okay wait i love grandma usui

you quickly ran over to her and she grasped you into her arms

‘nana’

you sobbed and she hugged you tightly

‘im so happy youre back home’

your father shook hands with the friend she brought to help drive you guys back home

old man ukai was basically the chauffeur but hes really good friends with your nana so it was okay

the entire ride you guys basically caught up with each other and you couldnt help but laugh whenever your dad would go on a rant about your grandma being too reckless and your nana defending herself

‘oh stop it, takashi. i was only given one life and if it’s over, it’s over. for now, ill live it how i see fit!’

your old family home was exactly as you remember it but you didnt expect the 6′2 boy in the living room

‘nii-chan’

you meekly whispered and he let out a soft smile before opening his big arms

you ran into them and he held you tightly

‘i missed you. so much’

he whispered and you nodded

it was def such a nice thing to have your brother again

oooo your dad been knew that you would be sticking to waka like you did when you were itty bitty young

so when you practically begged waka to stay at your nana’s house the entire summer, he couldnt refuse you

duh your mom went to see you but you just quietly sat there and smiled at her

polite but distant

due to being around waka so much, you naturally went to his volleyball practices and their training camp

there

you met his friends and you guys quickly got acquainted especially with tendo bc he was just so fun

and he was your brother’s boyfriend best friend

the others were still kinda distant with you ahem ahem im looking at you shirabu

but they were mostly amazed at how powerful the genetics played in your appearances because wowza you were beautiful

lmao dont let waka hear them say that bc they would be benched all season in a single snap

during training camp, you usually sat at the sides or you would be their stand-in manager

goshiki absolutely LOVES you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOSHIKI MY SON MY BABY

him and you were the same age so there was an easier way of being friends and your energies just matched so well

he would run up to you whenever he got a play right and you would ruffle his hair affectionately

LADKSJFLDSKFS FLASHBACK TO TENDO!SISTER X GOSHIKI

‘y/n-chan!’

hell even ushi was getting annoyed at goshiki’s constant need for you

tendo would steal you away and he would be giggling to you about how adorable you were and you just giggled along bc wow this beautiful man is really talking to me right now

ALKSDJFLKSF CAN YOU TELL IM ALSO A TENDOODOO SIMP?

‘cmere, y/n-chan. i taught toshi this the other day and he was very impressed and wanted me to do it again. okay so it goes in a rhyme, ya ready?’

you nodded along and he shot you a close-eyed smile before starting to draw on the dirt with a stick

‘there once was a man with-’

lets just say

you were definitely your brother’s sister

sometimes though

you would try and go towards the calmer players to get away from the rowdiness from baby daddy tendo and baby goshiki

you would find them at the gym just doing drills and at the sight of you, they would turn red but continue playing

they didnt really mind seeing you there bc youve always been such a positive energy and cheered them on which gave them strength

‘NICE ONE OHIRA-SAN!’

‘WAHHH SO COOL YAMAYAMA-SAN!’

you were like a cute ball of serotonin >o<

‘wah, of course its expected for you guys to be the top in the prefecture. youre like,,,,, silent but deadly~!’

duh a compliment from a girl?

dead

shirabu’s bangs would get in the way of his vision sometimes yall i will never stop making fun of that ridiculously adorable haircut so you would use a clip and tuck it away for him

this big babie is so awkward that he turns red when you whisper in his ear that you were done

semisemi baby and you got along bc you guys had a similar taste in music and because you lived in california, he was fascinated that you were in the music capital of america

‘did you see celebrities down the street?’

he asked you excitedly one day during lunch

you stopped then smiled softly

‘semisemi-kun, i didnt live at that part of california’

nah to him, america is just filled with celebrities

OH DEAR BABY BOY KAWANISHI

taichi is a generally quiet guy

like you thought he was actually selectively mute when you first met him

but you gradually got him to talk and you would help him whenever he would want to practice

usually it was during the ungodly hours of the morning

you woke up and went to grab a drink from the common room but you noticed his large build exiting the door so you followed him into the gym

‘kawanishi-san?’

you called out and felt guilty when he jumped

‘oh, hey’

he aknowledged

‘wha-’

you stopped to yawn causing your eyes to close making you miss the brief second of softness that flashed in his eyes

‘what are you doing?’

you tiredly asked

taichi dusted off his trackpants after kneeling down to rummage through his bag and you couldnt help but gawk at his height

‘im training early’

he answered

‘why? is it because you want to keep up with the others?’

you mumbled and he was surprised for a second but reverted back to his stoic expression

‘i have to make sure i am able to reach my seniors level for next year’

taichi turned away to grab a stray ball and you moved to go to the storage room for the ball cart

‘oi, what are you doing? go back to bed’

he said from the other side of the gym but you just looked back at him with a tired grin

‘meh, i want to spend time with you, senpai’

you reasoned

he shook his head before walking over to you then ruffled your hair

‘no wonder youre so tiny. you dont sleep enough and let your body grow’

yep that was the closest youve gotten to taichi joking with you

usually, hes training and when hes in the zone, nothing else has his attention but the ball

maybe thats why the others ahem goshiki has said that he was very scary

his game face was practically a mean face

basically you spent the entire training camp with them and then soon, you were going back to school

duh everyone hmm maybe not shirabu bc he most definitely read the school book of rules thought you would be going to shiratorizawa with them

but you broke the news to them one afternoon and imagine the tears from both tendo and goshiki

‘WHHYYYY!!!!’

‘NOOO!!!!!’

‘why can’t you?’

semi asked and you were about to answer when shirabu beat you to it

‘the school doesnt allow late transfers’

oh right

the american school system was set in a different schedule than a japanese school system

it was considered the summer for them yet school already started a few months ago

since shiratorizawa was a very academically and physically prestigious school, they refused anyone who would potentially be late or behind their curriculum

‘so where ya headed to then, chibi?’

tendou pouted and you leaned against his arm

‘hmm some school named aoba johsai? i dont know its near my grannie’s so that’s all that mattered’

oh dear

USHIJIMA NO Y/N WILL NOT ASK TOORU TO GO TO SHIRATORIZAWA

they consider seijoh a rival bc theyve played against them practically in every prefecture tournament and they were worried for that infamous setter

‘ne, y/n-chan, promise us that you won’t be swept away by them! especially a guy named oikawa tooru!’

uhhh

well

tendou’s warning was kinda ignored bc you ended up being seijoh’s manager

hehe

surprise?

but they weren’t really really shocked tho bc they knew you liked volleyball so you would naturally be in the volleyball team

even as a manager

meanwhile in seijohhh

OooOOOoOoOooooo sEiJOOhHHHH~~~~~~

okay so you were actually registered under your father’s last name usui rather than the ushijima last name

therefore you werent exactly immediately known as HEY! USHIJIMA’S SISTER!

you still became the manager the way you did as mentioned in part 1

and you still are their adorable baby manager

you were aware of their oikawa’s hatred for wakawaka so you try not to talk about him even though youre literally the closest person to him

was it traitorous?

maybe

but you actually even help them when they practice

duh the boys are like eyebrow raise emoji

‘wow youre really into volleyball, huh, manager-chan?’

matsukawa commented and you just smiled

‘hmm, my family likes it so ive picked up a thing or two’

LMAO

little do they know your brother is literally the best volleyball player around and is a member of the under 19 team and your father is a volleyball coach in america and would someday be someone iwaizumi hajime (19) would apprentice under

there was a lot of times you thought you would slip up like your home screen was of you and waka but youve been careful to cover it up

BUT

you cant always be sneaky

it was during the first day of the tournament and you were filling up their water bottles I SWEAR WHY IS MANAGER-CHAN ALWAYS FILLING UP WATER BOTTLES when you found a familiar bunch of boys at the end of the hallway just chatting

you havent seen tendou and the boys in so long so you placed the bottles down and rushed over there so quickly

‘TOMUTOMU!’

you shouted and the oddly-haired boy turned and he gasped before grabbing you into a large hug

this grabbed tendou’s attention and he cheered then hugged you too

your giggles and happy cheers were so infectous and they just absolutely missed you so much

these tall boys were at a advantage so someone scooped you up and you were just affectionately being talked to and hugged and LKDSJFSLDFJ SO LUCKY SO LOVED

meanwhile

the plant babies were wondering where the heck you went to

‘y/n-chan?! where is she?!’

oikawa panicked quickly while iwaizumi hit him to shut up

‘be quiet! you won’t find her if you’re too busy freaking out!’

‘ill find her’

matsukawa volunteered and they nodded, feeling at ease of him being capable to find you if you were in trouble

but when he returned empty-handed and with large eyes, they knew something was up

they ran behind mattsun to stop and copy his shocked expression at the sight in front of them

is that

you?

with

shi

oh my god

‘y/n-chan!’

oikawa shouted, being the first to speak

you jumped and your own eyes widened

‘oh. oh no’

you mumbled

the others were so stunned and seijoh itself was so hard to make speechless but they were just shocked

period

‘what is happening’

iwaizumi mumbled

yea the others were just shocked period

‘hey guys’

you waved and you motioned them closer

‘uhh,,, well,,, um they are my friends’

you smiled uneasily and they could see that

‘aaand?’

oikawa signalled you to say everything bc he knew it wasnt the whole story

you sighed

‘ushi,,, jima is my brother’

you mumbled the last part

but they heard you

‘HAH?!’

you cringed and the shira boys were about to move to protect you but they saw you glare at them

‘what? what about it? hes my brother? and?’

you babbled

‘but,, why are you,, in seijoh? dont get me wrong! its just,, youd naturally go to shiratorizawa right?’

mattsun waved his hands around and asked the question thats bugging the team

‘i came to the country late’

‘THE COUNTRY?!’

well,,

turns out you havent exactly told them everything about you yet :/

even when youve cleared the air and introduced waka as your brother, seijoh still didnt say anything

they were stuck in this shocked and surprised moment even at the end of the day and when you went straight to the shiratorizawa team,

they watched with wide eyes as you laughed with goshiki and was jumping around with tendou

‘AH! TOMU! MY HAIR!’

‘TORI-SAN! SATORI-SAN! TAKE THAT!’

wow you were actually really beautiful when youre happy

‘i dont think ive seen her this happy with this much energy’

makki said and they nodded

it was true

you were usually calm and collected and was the perfect balance to this chaotic team

so seeing you so free and loose with them was so refreshing, even if it was with damn ushiwaka

you finally went back to the seijoh boys and they all sent glares to the violet team before sending you a smile

‘you ready to go, manager-chan?’

watari ruffled your hair before handing you your bag to start walking to the bus

‘yea. lets go home’

as you all walked, oikawa was already starting his tantrum

‘y/n-chan~! why aren’t you that happy around us? are we not enough for you?’

oikawa whined and pouted

but you just turned to smiled at him and stopped walking to pat his head

‘im not their manager, therefore im not pressured to act like anyone except as a friend and a spectator. but i try to be as professional as i can with you guys to make sure you dont appear bad to others. and you guys are perfectly chaotic enough, adding me into the mix will just about kill coach’

oikawa didnt seem satisfied though

‘but! thats not fair! they get to see you smile and i dont!’

iwaizumi growled at him to be quiet but you beat him to it

well

you smiled at tooru but your eyes shone maliciously

‘i knew you would act like this, oikawa-san. as punishment, i gave nii-chan your phone number. good luck avoiding him now’

oikawa screamed

a/n: AAWWWWW LETS NOT KILL COACH IRIHATA OKAY? HES LIKE OUR GRANPAPA AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEAVE OIKAWA ALONE WAKAWAKA-KUN!

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olivyh · 3 years ago

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TWST FAMILY HCS PT 3) Scarabia and Pomefiore

Scarabia:

Jamil:

-Mama Viper: She’s on the quieter side, similar to Jamil. She’s a very hardworking woman and incredibly loyal to whoever she gets close to, which extends to Kalim as well. Seeing the two boys grow up together, and considering how I think Kalim didn’t get the most attention growing up (with thirty siblings and counting, plus having his father working all the time) she felt sorry for him and took him in as her own as well. She sometimes feels Jamil’s pain at being stuck in the life of servitude, but is incredibly proud of him for sticking up for himself and doing what she never got to do, even if she scolded him after word got to the household. She can’t put much focus on either of her children, which deeply saddens her, but she looks forward to watching them grow up to be strong, intelligent, and independent. I think she’s a little shorter than Jamil, with the same long black hair that she braids down her back. She has dark brown eyes that almost look black.

-Papa Viper: He’s on the more reserved side as well, but not by choice. He’s very talkative when talking about his experiences, often going into rants where he has to remind himself to not overstep his boundaries. I think Papa Viper and Papa Al-Asim have a similar relationship to Kalim and Jamil pre-overblot, where it’s very one sided and there’s a lot of bitterness. Despite this, Papa Viper remains loyal to the Al-Asim family. Deep down he wishes he could spend more tike with his children and deeply regrets telling them to lessen themselves to make the Al-Asims higher than them yet again. And, like Mama Viper, he is incredibly proud of his son for being so intelligent and independent, sticking up for himself and trying to break the chains that kept their family held down foe generations. I think he stands at the same height as Jamil, with shorter cropped hair with grey streaks going across the sides.

-Little sister Viper: A spitfire who’s not afraid to speak her mind, often getting scolded by other servants and the rest of her family. Very close with Kalim’s younger sister who she has to watch over- they have movie nights and makeover nights as often as possible. She often scolds her older brother, telling him little things he needs to change (“haven’t you been wearing your hair like that since forever?”), which often gets them in little passive-aggressive arguments. She and Kalim’s younger sister aspire to be as magicam-popular as the Vil Schoenheit- they even have their friend from the land of Pyroxene to help them boost their account and make their pictures look better (Yes, they call and chat with Cater’s second oldest sister all the time)! I think she has long hair tied in a way similar to their mother’s, with Jamil’s dark grey eyes. I think she stands shorter than the rest of the family, at around 5’2.

Kalim:

-Papa Al-Asim: A cheery, joyful man much like his oldest son! He’s a little dense sometimes, but is actually a very smart man (it’s not easy to own a company after all!). He tries his best to bond with all of his children and wives, but often struggles to juggle everything at once (which leads to him being very teary eyed at every little interaction with any one of his children). Will also spoil his children and wives as often as he can! He likes to see all their different interests, and is overjoyed when he can watch some of them perform during dinners or hang up their paintings or drawings or, if he’s lucky and has the time, he can attend one of their sport games! I think he’d be a little taller than Kalim, with white hair similar to his, with dark brown eyes.

-Mama Al-Asim: A princess at heart. A very quiet and patient woman, who adores her children with every ounce of her being. I think Papa Al-Asim might have four-five wives? Bc these poor woman cannot be having six plus children in the span of seventeen years. I think she gets along well with the others, but would rather it be her and her children getting closer. I think she’s enamored with everything each one of them does, whether it be something as small as a craft they made or a little magic trick they learned, and will keep pictures of every little thing they do. She tries to include every one of them when she does something, whether it be reading aloud to them and the other children, or teaching them how to knit and sew, or helping them learn new dances and wearing new things. She teaches them to be kind to others, often retelling the story about the Thief and the Princess to point out how kind each of the protagonists were. She teaches them as much as possible, from how to help their Papa to how to fix your mistakes and catch them before they happen. She will listen to whatever problems they have, and will offer her shoulder to cry on for each and every one of them. She is also very affectionate to them, still offering cuddles and forehead kisses whenever they look upset (no matter how old they may get). I think she’d have very long brown hair that she tries to add as many intricate little designs to as possible, with Kalim’s bright red eyes. I think she’d be around 5’1-5’2?

-I AM NOT DOING ALL THIRTY YOUNGER SIBLINGS SO HERES A FEW HONORABLE MENTIONS: Twins who get into as much trouble as they possibly can, driving the servants insane. One of them often sneaks out of the palace and comes back after everyone spent hours searching for them with souvenirs. Nobody knows where they went or how they got there, and they won’t tell anyone. His little sisters often dressing up as princesses and performing whole musical numbers during dinner, with the dances down and everything. Hide and seek. With all thirty plus of his little siblings. It’s insanity for anyone wandering the palace. Their drawings are all over the palace. Animals. So. Many. Animals. They have anything from birds, to reptiles, to insects, heck, one of Kalim’s little sisters even has a domesticated tiger! All of them plan as many movie nights and pillow fort building days as often as they can- seeing each other not only as siblings but as close friends! Of course, when their oldest brother comes home from school, they all sit around his room as he tells them stories about things he’d seen and learned, as animated as possible. Of course, he tells them classic fairytales as well, acting them out and jumping around his room, trying to get as many reactions to them as possible. Of course, many of the quieter ones prefer to stick away from the action and near Jamil, who will quietly talk with them in the corner of the room.

Pomefiore:

Vil:

-Papa Schoapjfaojfpak: As already stated, a popular actor and stage director. With this comes the same publicity that Vil has to deal with, making him look nearly flawless and act as such when out in public. He keeps his son’s attitude when it comes to fans, keeping most interactions short and simple, putting on a show offstage nearly as much as he does onstage. Behind closed doors, however, he’s a very kind yet strict father, making sure that Vil takes proper care of himself and is happy at the same time. He struggled with the aspect of having to leave Vil alone for much of the time when he was a child since he had to work often. When these times were especially bad, he’d often bring Vil into the sets to help him get ready for filming or to watch his Papa from a little seat next to the directors. He would always chuckle and pat Vil’s hair whenever he told him something he could’ve done better after the filming process, glad that his son has an eye for these sorts of things. He’d even let him experiment with the expensive costumes and makeup, helping him fix his own small mistakes. He tries to make it to every show and movie that Vil does, often going undercover to ensure that fans don’t take his attention off his son. He has a box full of their own home movies that the two of them made, including action, comedy, even a few thrillers thrown in (of course, Vil was the strong hero who defeated the bad guy)(The bad guy being his poor father with fake blood smeared on his face). He watches them sometimes when he misses his son (and he cries about how far he’s come, not that he’d ever tell Vil). I think he’d be the same height as Vil, and a little muscular due to having to keep up appearances. He has Vil’s hair and eye color.

Rook:

-Mama Hunt: Okay back to my headcannon page about species, I saw something that said that Rook was half beastman. So, I like to think that Rook’s mother is the beastwoman in the relationship. She’s a strong, loving caracal beastwoman. She’s kind and often spoils her son as much as possible, coddling him whenever he’s around, no matter the age. He get’s his poetic nature from her, an artist, poet, author, whatever she could get her hands on! Despite this, she’s still a woman from the Savanah, so she gets very protective over her husband and son, and is a lot stronger than she looks! She would be the kind of woman who’d tell you the most vague, unsettling threats with a smile on her face, and she’s had some pretty close scrapes with people who thought that they could try to hurt her son because he was half human (and also, due to Rook’s nature, likely trespassing on their property). She tries to show her son the beauty in the world, complimenting him on every little thing he did and poetically pointing out everything beautiful around her during their walks (even if it wasn’t)(Mrs.Hunt please don’t show your son that roadkill)(please don’t compliment the roadkill)(let it rest in peace im begging you). She and her husband are incredibly proud of everything Rook does. I think she has short blonde hair that goes black at the ends, yellow eyes, and is only an inch shorter than Rook.

-Papa Hunt: Where do you think Rook got his hunting instinct from? Not from his beastwoman mother, surprisingly. The infamous Mr.Hunt was but a hunter who had wandered too far away from where his friends had decided to go camping in the Savana. He, like his son, was enamored with any non-human species, his curiosity leading him to a beastwoman quietly painting not too far from her home. With her enhanced hearing, she quickly whipped around and glared at him, shocking the man to the point of falling down. And from that point forward, he was in love. He’s incredibly supportive of his wife’s artistry, complimenting her at every moment about how perfect she did and how amazing she is as what she does. He’s a romantic, like his son, so you can expect many, many mushy moments between the two of them (que baby Rook making a face at the display). He wanted to teach his son as much as possible about the world, to make him as curious as possible. Of course, he wanted to bond with his son for as long as possible. How would they do that? Father-son camping trips, in which Papa Hunt would teach the boy how to shoot a bow (it took him a minute to realize that his son’s laser-point accuracy could be because his beastman instincts tell him how to get the kill as fast as possible, and he was the proudest Papa in the Savana when he went to tell his wife). He also often took him to larger towns, letting his boy get acquainted with his beastman culture so he didn’t feel too left out around others. He is the same height as Rook, but with shoulder-length black hair and bright green eyes.

Epel:

-Great-Meemaw Felmier: A very old and wise woman, shockingly stubborn and independent for her old age. She adores her great grandson and was the one who taught him how to carve apples in the first places. She’d tell him stories about when her father first bought the farm they lived on, and what things were like then, how they changed. Of course, she gets tired very quickly so these stories are often left with open endings, much to Epel’s dismay. She always knows what advice to give for any situation, and won’t be afraid to tell you the truth. She’s likely around her late nineties, and often carries around a walker that she smacks people’s ankles with. I think she’d have very, very long hair (“To preserve my youth”, she says) that she lets hang as much as possible.

-Meemaw & Peepaw Felmier: Two very sweet people. Both hailing from families of farmers who had lived in and around the village of harvest their whole lives, they grew up around each other and are practically inseparable. They care very much for their children and grandchildren, and often act as their grandchildren’s partners in crime whenever they get into trouble, patching them up when they get hurt and helping to clean the mess they might have made in the kitchen. would have shoulder-length light purple hair (almost white) that she ties back. They look like Mr. and Mrs. Claus that you see on those old Christmas animations that you can never remember the name of but see every year.

-Uncle & Aunt Felmier: A stern, but kind couple. Uncle Felmier is a gruff man, often being too blunt and too focused on work to take a break every now and again, and Aunt Felmier is strict with her child’s rules and schedule. Luckily, they have Epel’s parents to balance them out when they get too far. Uncle Felmier enjoys working out in the farm with his younger brother, and Aunt Felmier is Mrs.Felmier’s best friend, which made both the men very happy when Papa Felmier was getting ready to marry Mama Felmier. Whether it be cooking, baking, attending festivals in town, or even sitting near the fire and drinking tea/coffee, the four of them greatly enjoys each other’s company. Uncle Felmier is a taller man with light purple hair, with grey streaks going up the front, he’s more built due to working on the farm. Auntie Felmier is a stout woman, with light brown hair that’s often tied up in a low ponytail.

-Papa Felmier: A very kind and hardworking man, who lives for his family. He gets up at the earliest hours in the morning and goes to bed at the latest at night to keep the farm going and to help out their elderly neighbors. He’s a little strict with Epel, but that changed as Epel grew up and became less rowdy (not by a lot). He tries his best to understand his son and let him grow as his own person, hearing him out when he gets upset about others calling him feminine. He even tries to put a stop to his brother making comments about the boy, at least around him. He is a little scrawnier than his brother, but still fairly muscular due to constantly lifting things and operating machinery to keep things running. He has Epel’s purple hair and light green eyes.

-Mama Felmier: Another one where, if you hadn’t known she was a farmer, you’d think she was a lost princess. She’s a kind, generous, quiet woman who does her best to keep her chaotic household from falling apart. Similar to the Tweel’s father, she tries to protect Epel as much as possible, and him going so far away for school made her panic internally, as proud as she was of him. She does her best to calm her son down when he gets rowdy or frustrated at something, and often approaches him with hot cocoa or an apple tart to make him feel a little better. She solves everything with food, which mostly incorporates apples, and believes that by baking for him and by extension, his friends at school, she makes their days a little better, no matter how horrible they may be. She is welcoming to any of the boys from school who may have a hard time at home or who need a place to stay, and was happy to the point of tears when he told her that he made friends at school. Is another one who will proudly display pictures of their child, often having long conversations with their neighbors about how he is, what he’s doing in school, etc etc. She is incredibly beautiful (where else would he get that face?) and has long ginger hair with Epel’s blue eyes.

-Little cousin Felmier: Epel’s baby cousin is only around six or seven, and follows his older cousin as much as he can. He defends Epel as much as possible whenever people call him delicate and girly, and will go on long rants about all the cool things he’d seen him do over the years (“He jumped out o’ th’ tree! Without thinkin’!” “We were sleepin’ outside n’ he heard an animal outside o’ our tent n’ he scared it off!”). Is quick to help around the house, despite being stubborn and upset about not being strong enough to help his father and uncle work outside yet. He’s always quick to ask Epel about school, and has begged him on multiple occasions to let him go with him (“We already sleep in the same room! What’s the difference if it’s here or at your dorm?”). I think he’d have Epel’s hair color but with light green eyes.

Im just imagining Epel’s giant family living in the same farmhouse and it being this small, warm, friendly place out in the country with plaid red curtains and little apple accessories everywhere and quilts and a big fireplace they all talk by 🥺🥺

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legends-live-in-memories · 4 years ago

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I Have Too Many Opinions. ep. 1

lmao. i got encouragement to post my opinions on fandom things and now i want to make a miniseries doing just that. so here i am. doing just that.

im putting it under the cut cuz this was 4 whole pages including the disclaimer. yes i put a disclaimer and i explain why.

Anyways, here is the first piece in what inevitably will become fandom info dump, this time on thomas astruc’s writing on miraculous ladybug. but only some of my opinions cuz we would be here all day otherwise.

So… a disclaimer before I begin…

I do not hate Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir (yes i'm using their government name). I am quite a fan of the show actually despite its faults. I am also older than the intended audience but was obviously younger when the show first aired which is how my interest was piqued (the fact that its been 6 years and only 3 seasons says more about the show than me being a fan for that amount of time but also i never want to rush content creators cuz they're doing their best) and due to my age, there will be inherent bias in my approach of what i'm about to say as there is in EVERY opinion. The fact that it is an opinion should imply the presence of bias but most people tend to lack the critical thinking skills required to draw that conclusion ANYWAYS…

If I did hate the show I would not have this blog nor would I be even writing this because i tend to not give more than 2 seconds of thought to things i actively dislike (some of yall should give this a try) and i'm allowed to like things that are designed for an audience that i was originally a part of but grew out of. (I don't suddenly stop liking things because I'm older despite what many younger fans seem to believe about older audiences. I also don't need to be ‘allowed’ to do anything cuz i wasn't asking for permission anyways.)

This will not be character bashing, astruc bashing nor fandom bashing cuz, again, that would imply i hate any of those elements and if i did, i would not dedicate brainpower to them. Analyses and criticisms of media are fun and engaging and required if you wish to produce good enjoyable content. Now most of this should be already assumed and self-explanatory but people on the internet like to play morality roulette roll dice on purity culture and I rather have documentation that I am in fact not bullying fictional 14 year olds or a grown man. But alas, people get trigger happy whenever someone has less than 1000000% positive opinions on something they like and will throw out words they can't define (gaslight, baiting, toxic, problematic, gatekeep etc) in an attempt to defend their blind devotion,

which is not needed, if you like something you never have to defend it, even if i don't like it. If you respond to anything I post saying you disagree with me, I will not argue with you. I won't debate back and forth and try to convince you that the things you like are wrong. Unless you are being absolutely tone deaf to what i'm saying, you wont get a negative reaction from me. So don't try to fish for a fight. Please. I got metaphorical hands for days and I'm mean, you don't want me hurting your feelings on the internet. Do yourself the favour. Difference of opinion is how we get diversification in media and is inherently a good thing. Now that that's out of the way, please don't ever let me have to say that again. I beg.

Now onto the fun stuff

I didn't know what I wanted as a first topic so my trusty internet friend @moonlitceleste suggested astruc’s writing…

AND BOI do i got some opinions on ole tommy boi. Again I don't hate the dude. In fact, he has worked on a few shows that had defined my childhood, including but not limited to W.I.T.C.H. (all eps available on youtube for those interested, 2 seasons, general fun time all around).

So I don't think he’s scum of the earth but I do think his approach to writing mlb specifically has more misses than hits.

The first big miss is that he has no idea how to write 14 year old girls. At all. Almost every girl he has ever written feels like some terrible archetype built entirely for marketability and childish projection and pubescent self-insert (kind of). He has never been a 14 year old girl. I have. In fact when the show first aired, I WAS around the (assumed) age of the mlb characters. The behaviour he passes off as quirky or awkward or just the character’s genuine personality tend to perpetuate harmful stereotypes of teen girls found in the media and are never actually addressed as harmful. they just get swept under the rug. Marinette’s exuberant collage of teen heart throb model boi Adrien Agreste and her very painful almost fan worship she has of him (which flip flops like a paper sandal in the rain) being portrayed as a cute school girl crush uwu, Chloe being the y7 Regina George, Alya being the token best friend of colour with her ‘sassy’ personality (i want y'all to imagine me eyerolling so hard i bust a vessel in my eye), Kagami being the very damaging Perfect Asian Child stereotype. And before y'all get on your dusty soap box and defend going on about “BUT IT'S FOR CHILDREN”,,,, know this.

i don’t give a solid fuck.

Not one.

Children arent stupid. Children are always going to remember the richy bitchy blonde who bullies the art kid, and the big kid, and the shy kid, and the non white kids, and was only nice to her equally rich white friend who she probably had a crush on or was only ever civil to her equally white lapdog. They're going to remember the half asian girl who was never allowed to actually be asian or the only black girl who existed solely as a soundboard for enabling bad habits or chastising the main character for the same habits she enables in the first place (boi aint THAT a topic for later). Like do i really need to explain that alya chastising marinette for taking max’s spot in gamer just to play with adrien rings absolutely hollow when she actively encourages her to sabotage the contest she’s in just so Kagami doesn't win?? Like I don't have to explain that right?? Again kids arent stupid and its quite something that Mari gets chastised for proving herself the best video game player regardless of her intentions just cuz it comes at the expense of max’s feelings/ego but is actively encouraged to sabotage not only kagami but herself by extension cuz kagami is ‘competition.’ Adrien is not a trophy to be won. And no I don't expect 14 yrs old to be perfect and to always make good decisions but these decisions are never addressed as being bad decisions. they get swept under the rug cuz those decisions were necessary for the ‘plot’ but astruc can barely keep characterization consistent and his characters suffer for it and it's the same children you preach are watching it that suffer as well. Cuz guess what? I KNOW 14 yr olds aren't like that cuz i've been there done that (this is the last time i'm saying that i promise) so I know astruc is just metaphorically throwing darts to figure out who says and does what without consideration for pre established personalities to drive the stalemate plot along. The same kids you say are watching this don't know that that's not how preteens work and will absorb and internalize those dynamics like baking soda and vinegar. Cata-fucking-strophically.

And I haven't even gotten to the boys yet. Which honestly doesn't require much explanation anyways cuz they suffer the same fate as the girls. Tired archetypes with nothing to give them life. Nino falls into Adrien’s person of colour token best friend who dates the female lead’s person of colour token best friend so they can have cute double dates uwu. Except the plot goes nowhere and we have no inclination of romantic development beyond moments that only act to actively convince me to anti ship the lovesquare (i don't want to do that so i self indulge in fanon that actually cares about the characters and plot. may i interest you in True Sight on AO3?). Max is the residential nerd but it doesn't matter (cuz he and everyone are dumbed down for the sake of ‘plot’), kim is the sports jock (which interestingly subverts the asian comedic relief stereotype but only barely) and luka is cute older guy ™ that wears black nail polish and is in a band. The point of all this is to say there is no depth in the characters. It's especially blatantly obvious with the characters astruc doesn't like (chloe). Again, it being a show for kids is not an excuse to be absolved of putting effort into the characters you make.

This is one of the biggest misses astruc has. I haven't even gone into all the nuances of this particular miss. And i havent gone into how that works against him in the plot either. Mostly because the plot itself hasn't gone anywhere and partially because I wanted to go into the plot (or lack thereof) separately as its own miss.

AND BOI is it a miss.

SO home boy astruc wanted to reap the benefits of a serial show with ‘engaging’ plot without putting in any of the work to make a linear storyline and relying on the episodic format for, again, marketability. You can't have the best of both worlds, you are not Avatar: The Last Airbender. Which btw has a lot less episodes and a desired end goal that didn't involve top dollar. Legend of Korra did but that's not the point and it had its failings with that too. I challenge you, tell me how many episodes actually contribute towards a plot point or introduce new thematic elements to the show? Can you name them? I can and I'm going to include the plot points that moved the story in some direction if only temporarily. Yes only temporarily for some of these and i will explain later. (if you're in the server you already saw this list *wink*)

25/26. Origins- self explanatory, the beginning of the story,

24. Volpina- introduction of the grimoire and Master Fu (kind of) and no, Lila is not a plot point,

28. The Collector- proper introduction of Master Fu,

37. Sapotis- introduction of Rena Rouge,

41. Syren- introduction of new aquatic power ups,

44. Anansi- introduction of Carapace,

47. Frozer- introduction of new ice power ups,

48/49. Style Queen- introduction of Queen Bee,

51/52. Heroes’ Day- introduction of Mayura and mass akumatization,

66. Startrain- introduction of Pegasus,

67. Kwami Buster- Marinette wears multiple miraculouses,

68. Feast- backstory as to how the miraculouses were lost,

69. Ikari Gozen- introduction of Ryuko,

70. Timetagger- introduction of Bunnyx,

71. Party Crasher- introduction of Roi Singe and Viperion,

73. Chat Blanc- alternate timeline that essentially means nothing but got a reaction out of fans anyways (myself included)

77/78. Love Eater/Battle of Miraculous- Marinette becomes guardian and other heroes lose their miraculous,

New York Special- other heroes exist and there is an American miraculous box,

That's 21 episodes. 21 out of a heaping 78 plus 2 specials. Everything else was just your typical akuma of the day episode and everything that happened outside that had no lasting consequences on the plot thanks to the miraculous status quo. Was it entertaining to watch Lila stir the plot of the class dynamic? Hell yeah. Too bad it meant nothing by the end of the episode cuz we were struck with miraculous status quo. She literally doesn't appear again until Heroes Day. that is from episodes 25 all the way to 51, she means nothing and yet she is treated with the severity of a b-villain/rival thing. She means nothing by the end of Volpina if I'm being honest. She is only relevant for 20 mins of episode time she’s in then it's back to magic status quo that undoes any shift in dynamics and relationships. It's like Spongebob who can't get his driver’s license. The worst part is I actually like Lila and I wish the story treated her with the seriousness we as an audience are expected to treat her with. Despite being painfully inconsequential by the end of each of the 3?? 4?? episodes she’s in, it's entertaining to watch a character create drama just because.

Too bad it means nothing.

Astruc is constantly building up suspense to something ‘important’ only for it to not deliver and fans are constantly having the rug pulled out from under us. Oblivio teased us with a reveal only that gets undone cuz memory akuma. Chat Blanc teased us with romantic development but that gets undone cuz time travel bullshit. Feast introduced more miraculous lore and the history of the guardians but that means nothing by the next episode or ever (i'm not including any reference to the season 4 trailer cuz i've been around the block a few times and im familiar with this lil dancy dance). Heroes Day teased us with a possible future team of heroes but that gets undone in Battle of Miraculous cuz ????? why?? (here's why; astruc was having a jolly ole time letting us know how irredeemable Chloe is at the expense of shooting his own stagnant plot in the foot. Again, discussion for later.)

Too bad anything that slightly swerves off course from the akuma of the day gets undone or ignored. Too bad nothing has any lasting consequence. I mean, if anything did, the episodes would have had a consistent order and release schedule so im not scrambling to watch the leaked ep in Portuguese or something while the french dub is two episodes behind while the english version hasnt even been dubbed. I really wonder how he plans to conclude the show when he’s so afraid to step out of the corner he painted himself in.

Again, not going into nuances. If you want you can ask for more specifics (i doubt anyone would) but this is really just a slightly detailed general overview of my opinions on astruc’s writing.

I was going to include another miss in his approach to this show but imma save that for another time.

How’s that for a ‘first’ post?

#mlb #opinions my guy opinions #i dont wanna tag this as salt #but mlb criticisms and analyses #IHTMO #the hashtag for this series #thomas astruc #miraculous fandom #miraculous ladybug #miraculous: tales of ladybug and cat noir #yes the government name again #come get yall juice #miraculous

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farfromtommy · 4 years ago

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🥝 - "You're going to go through life thinking that girls don't like you because you're a nerd. And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that won't be true. It'll be because you're an a**hole." - The Social Network With Peter x Stark!reader please. It's not my favourite movie or quote but I thought this would be funny with Peter x stark!reader. Well done for the follows!!!! So proud!!

a/n: im so sorry this took forever to write ive had 0 motivation to write but I DID IT!! AND IT WAS SO FUN! <3 this is unedited and probably sucks but i’m trying to get back into writing actual fics and work less on my social aus! leave feedback if you like it and reblogs are always appreciated

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Peter Parker is your best friend, that’s a given. Your dad brought him on to join the Avengers and introduced you to him, saying you needed more friends. You were homeschooled most of your life, being a Stark and all that. Your dad realized you needed to develop better social skills and had you enrolled in Midtown.

Everyone at Midtown couldn’t believe that THE Y/n Stark would be attending their school. Everyone knew Y/n Stark, daughter of Tony Stark, head of weapon and suit design for the Avengers, heir to Stark Industries, probably the next Iron (wo)Man and leader of the Avengers.

Imagine the surprise when you walked in through the doors on your very first day, chatting it up with Peter? He was showing you around and talking to you like it was nothing.

“Penis Parker! Why are you bothering this lovely lady? Don’t you know who she is?” Some guy came up to you and Peter as he was showing you your locker, shoving his way in front of your face. You looked the guy up and down with a look of disgust and looked around him to Peter. You raised an eyebrow and Peter mouthed ‘Flash’ and you looked back at him.

“Hello there Miss Stark. What are you doing talking to Parker over here when you could be talking to me? The man of your dreams.” Flash grabbed your hand and brought it up to kiss the back of it. You quickly took your hand back before he could and chuckled dryly.

“Uhhh I don’t think you are the one I’m dreaming about.” You shut your locker and walked past him and let Peter lead the way to your next destination. Everyone around looked at you in shock and then started laughing at how Flash made an absolute fool out of himself. Peter led you towards his locker where Ned and MJ were standing waiting for him

“Hey, guys. This is Y/n. Y/n this is Ned and MJ.” You waved to them before shuffling a little closer to Peter, feeling shy and nervous to meet his friends he always talks so much about.

All Ned could manage to stutter out was a ‘hi’ before he was whispering to Peter about how he couldn’t believe you were here. MJ stuck out her hand with a smirk on her face.

“I saw you make a fool out of Flash. I think we’re going to be good friends.” You let out a short laugh and then shook her hand. Ned couldn’t stop asking you questions about your life and telling you how cool he thinks you are.

The rest of the day passed with some minor incidents. A few teachers asked if some of the Avengers would be interested in coming in as guest speakers. A group of girls pulled you to their lunch table and begged for you to go to a party they were throwing and kept asking you why you were hanging out with the ‘losers’. You rolled your eyes at them and got up to take a seat right next to Peter and tell them about how ridiculous people were being.

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“I don’t think high school is for me. I was there for one day and I had half the school throwing themselves at me. Did I tell you about the girl who followed me into the bathroom and waited right outside the stall because she wanted a picture with me?” You threw yourself onto your bed, exhausted from the ridiculous day you had. Peter chuckled at your dramatics and sat in the chair at your desk.

“I can’t tell you how many girls came up to me today asking if I was really friends with you. A few asked if I wanted to go out with them sometime, probably so I would introduce them to you.” He leaned back and threw a rubber band ball in the air. You let out a snort and sat up, clapping your hands to get Peter to throw the ball at you.

“Why are some girls so … weird? They were lining up to ask me on a date just so they could meet you. Like, how shallow is that? Girls like that would never date some weird nerd like me. Like you. You would never go out with someone like me.” He said, throwing the ball to you. You caught it and looked at him, a bit taken aback.

“Girls like … me? You’re putting me in the same group as those girls? Shallow and self-centered? Are you kidding me?” you scoffed and stared at him. His eyes shot open, realizing what he just said.

“No, no. Y/N, that’s not what I meant. I wasn’t calling YOU shallow. I just meant that you’re popular and all that just like them, and people like that are shallow and only care about looks.” He scrambled to backtrack and fix what he said.

“You know what, Peter? You're going to go through life thinking that girls don't like you because you're a nerd. And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that won't be true. It'll be because you're an asshole.” You stood up from your bed and crossed your arms, still staring him down.

“Y/n please that’s not what I meant. You aren’t like that! Those girls would never like me, for me! Tell me honestly, Y/n. If you showed up to school today not knowing me as you do, would you talk to me?” He stood up to stand in front of you.

“God, Peter. For a smart guy, you are really dumb. Tell me this, Pete. If I’m “one of those girls that would never like you”, then why am I absolutely in love with you?!” You yelled out. Peter opened and closed his mouth like a fish. His eyes so wide you thought they were going to pop out of his head.

“Wait, what?” He held his hands up and just stared at you.

“Peter, I’ve been in love with you basically since the day we met!” You exasperated. Peter walked up to you and grabbed your hand.

“Don’t mess with me. Because I will literally kiss you right now, this better not be a joke.” He whispered. You grabbed his face with your free hand and kissed him quickly and softly, just to test the waters. The second you pulled away he let go of your hand and brought his to cup your face. His eyes darted across your face before he pulled you in for a deeper kiss. You smiled into it and brought your hands to rest on his chest.

He pulled away after a few seconds, rubbing his thumbs along the apple of your cheeks. “Can we please do this tomorrow, in front of Flash? He may actually have a heart attack.” Peter smirked and you swat his chest with your hand, mumbling ‘asshole’ under your breath.

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thethousandyearwitch · 4 years ago

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The Show Must Go On! - A Youtuber AU you didn’t want and didn’t need

Hisoka Morrow, italian Makeup Youtuber, enjoys his life in the comfort and occasional drama of his profession. But nothing brings more drama into his life than the eldest son of the Zoldyck fashion magazine empire.

Meanwhile, aspiring australian Twitch Streamer Gon Freecs forms a special bond to a Speedrunner commonly going by "Kil".

Chapter 1

FF.net link - AO3 link

Beep Beep. beep Beep. Click

8:00 am. Hisoka rolled over in his queen-sized bed, groaning at the interruption of his beauty sleep. Setting an early alarm after editing until 2 am was a horrible idea.

He grabbed his phone from his nightstand and rolls onto his back, following his ritual of checking all his notifications in the morning. The video he had uploaded after editing was well received, many comments about how he should try more looks with purple eyeshadow. About 3 years ago he had started his channel “Bubblegumbitch Makeup” as more of a throwaway joke after someone insulted his makeup on Instagram. However, an audience grew quite quickly, and Hisoka had to admit that he enjoyed the attention and luxury of it all. Making money by sitting in front of a camera and applying Makeup while people tell you how good looking you are is a great ego boost.

Half-heartedly he scrolled through his subscription feed, just to see what his competition was up to, though barely anyone had really uploaded during the night. Amateurs and their 'healthy' sleep schedules. A true influencer knows that an audience never sleeps.

He disregarded his phone somewhere into the pile of pillows that make up his bed and made his way into the bathroom. His morning showers are more functional than enjoyable, quickly rinsing on whatever spirits of sleep may linger on him.

After that, the Makeup artist applied his usual morning creams, body lotion, towel dries his hair, and threw on a pair of grey low-waist sweats and a comfortable white razor-back shirt. Need. Coffee.

Hisokas flat was a quaint little thing just outside of Rieti. An open imitation marble kitchen, facing the living room equipped with a black leather couch and wall mounted flat screen TV, opening to a relatively small balcony housing a few plants.

Exiting his bedroom, he grabbed the TV remote and switched unto a random morning news show, just needing background noise while he waits for his coffee to brew.

"And preparations are running wild for the annual Fashion Week in Rome. This year the line-up features many new promising designers from all over the globe. Tune in at 10 for more-"

The fashion week! Hisoka grinned, having nearly forgotten about this important event that he had always followed closely. Though rarely attending himself, he had been requested on multiple occasions as a make-up artist for certain models. But there was something more important connected to that special week. He grabbed his fresh cappuccino and strolled back to his room, fishing his phone from the depths of pillow mountain.

"Hisoka: Gooooood Morning! Roma's Fashion Week is coming up, are you going to stop on by? ~"

It didn’t take long before his phone chimed with the familiar Ping of a private Message.

“Bellissimo <3: I will be going to the Show for 4 days. If it proves convenient, I’d drop by for a short collaboration.”

“Hisoka: I’ll be keeping my bed warm~♥️”

“Bellissimo<3: Gross and unnecessary. I will book a room in my usual hotel in Rome. I’ll drop by for the Collaboration on Monday afternoon, and leave after.”

“Bellissimo<3: I will send you some sample pieces later, please come up with a look for one of them, and don’t just ‘wing it’ like last time.”

Hisoka giggled before disregarding his phone again. Illumi Zoldyck, breakthrough Fashion Designer from England, and eldest son of Zoldyck fashion magazine empire, who often uploaded videos of his artistic process on his channel “I. Zoldyck Fashion”. They had met 2 years ago, at a smaller Paris fashion show, the first one Hisoka ever attended. A model had requested Hisoka as her makeup artist, while Illumi had been working on a dress for her, and the two of them ended up working closely together to properly coordinate colours with each other. And though Illumi expressed great annoyance with Hisoka, they exchanged numbers, and started to make collab videos whenever they fell into the same place. Something about working together with Illumi got Hisokas heart racing. Seeing the camera-shy man get increasingly more frustrated with his antics was a joy that could hardly be topped.

But he didn’t have time to dwell in good memories and spine-tingling anticipation. He had work to do. And so once again he chucked his phone back into the pillow-cave system and made his way into his recording room.

It was a small office space, on one side an office Desk with a Desktop Computer, a couple of small succulent plants framing it, and a comfy black office chair. On the other side a set-up to record videos, with a white-pink gradient wall, a stainless white desk with a small mirror standing on it, and a less-comfy stool to sit on. In a smooth motion, Hisoka downed the rest of his coffee, set the cup aside, and started the camera. The night before he had laid out everything for his next video, a review for a new eyeshadow palette released by another Beauty Youtuber, still trying to get into the game. How Cute.

Hisoka clapped his hands together, putting on his best camera smile. “Hey, Scum! ~ Today I have a very special treat for you all. I got my hands on the new Togari Palette ‘Hunting for Your Dreams’, his first release.” He held up the shimmering silver case and opened it up for the camera to reveal 6 eyeshadows in various shades of orange and red. About half an hour and a couple try hard glamour shots later, Hisoka dropped the Palette with a grin, staring directly into the Camera. In addition to his signature Star and Teardrop under his eyes, he had attempted to imitate a flame-inspired eyeshadow look. “Well, this has been an absolute disaster. I feel like I’m losing clumps of eyeshadow every time I blink, and it feels sandy and irritating on my skin. But you have got to give it to Togari: I have never seen a Palette that features colours that are eye-biting and yet completely bland before. Though the surprise gift of a long, brown hair inside the sealed Palette wasn’t for me. But you know, if you see these Palettes in your local bargain bin, I’d say go for it.” He gave a cheeky wink, before rattling off his usual goodbyes, like and subscribe, yadda yadda.

Click.

Hisoka took the camera and set it by his computer. Before he could even think about editing, he must wipe away whatever the hell was in that shabby palette. Of course it wasn’t the worst make-up he had ever worn; it probably wouldn’t even make it in the bottom 10, he wasn’t here to make friends and spoon-feed his competition compliments. If a creator dares to churn out a subpar product, they have to deal with the consequences.

After practically subjecting himself to water torture via make-up remover towels, the man grabbed another whiteclaw from the fridge, and settled into his office chair. Digging through business emails was a boring, repetitive task, deleting promo-email after promo-email, practically begging him to promote some skin-care vitamins or boring phone app. Clicking the nails of his free hand against his desk, he tapped away at the delete button in a rhythm only known to him.

Finally reaching the bottom of his inbox, he switched to his private Inbox with a satisfied smile, an expected email already waiting for him. “From: I. Zoldyck: Roma Fashion Week Promos”. To my private Email, dear Illumi? How shockingly Intimate~ Hisoka mocked in his head while opening the mail.

“Hisoka.

Attached are 3 Designs I plan to show off at the show. Chose one for the collaboration and let me know in time.

Sincerely,

Illumi Zoldyck.”

Under his signature, 3 files were lined up, boringly titled “Design Roma 1/2/3”. Hisoka opened the first file and is greeted by a 2-piece suit with a light pink base colour, and blue-green flower highlights that frame the pockets and seams of the jacket, and the belt of the pants. Not bad, not bad.

The second file contained another 2-piece suit, this time with a black base colour, and a repeating roman-vase pattern in eye-catching blues, pinks, and oranges. Lovely pattern, and what a revealing jacket cut~. He was sure he had found his favourite, already planning a matching make-up look. But it wouldn’t hurt looking at the last design for pity, right?

Hisoka audibly gasped in a mixture of shock and flattery and laid a hand over his heart to complete the star performance. Staring back at him was a beautiful white-jeans design, patterned with colourful card-suits dotting the jacket and pants. The pattern was ever so slightly washed out, faking a vintage look. This is it. Mine. His heart was beating through his chest, and for the first time in a while he was truly speechless.

He had 3 more weeks until the show, but his mind was already bursting with inspiration, and when he later laid in bed, he couldn’t contain his grin as he texted.

“Hisoka: You already know which one im choosing~♥️♥️♥️”

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Gon had been streaming for a good hour or so, talking excitedly to his chat about the new Season of Fortnite, admiring new skins that he was definitely going to try and get. Every new pass just meant a new challenge for him to prove himself, and it was undeniable that it was satisfying to work and game hard to get what he wanted. Just as he was about to ask chat if he should go another row, or change games for the night, a discord message drew his attention away.

“Kil: Yo, wanna team up? :p”

Filled with even more excitement, Gon returned his attention back to his stream. “Everyone, today we are going to feature a special guest!”

#Hisoillu #killugon #Hunter X Hunter #fanfiction #hxh fanfic

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cheryllcher · 5 years ago

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Marinette: Guardian of the Miraculous

part 2

i have too many wips but im writing something else again :)) (woes of a writer/artist/just creators don’t @ me here)

so my brain clearly isn’t prioritising so here’s a really very long lil one shot based on this post i found by @aly4son and it’s pretty cute and fluffy. i decided to make some changes and add some stuff here as well becuz i love fluff hope it’s okayy. this took pretty long becuz i had to figure out how to put everything together ://

and as it stand it is getting way too long so im gonna have to put up a second part whoops.

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“Hmm… Add a little of this…, a drop of water from the Dragon’s Tears Fountain… Oh, don’t forget the edible glitter…”

Marinette was adding different ingredients to her pot, swirling her wooden spoon at the same time. She was preparing for her final test before she was officially declared the new Guardian of the Miraculous. However, she needed a break from all the formulas and power-up functions. So, she decided to continue playing around with the concoction she’s been working on for weeks, hoping to complete her experiment that afternoon. She knew she could just finish it after her test, but she could feel that she’s so close, and was eager to observe the results.

Ever since she started learning the recipes of the power-up potions, she wondered what other power ups she could try making, if it were possible. She’s been trying over and over again, playing around with different kinds of ingredients. She’d even brought some items from the bakery, if only to give it a little taste and colour. (And also to test a theory of whether it can be used to make power-up potions. It did work out in the end, but only some foods.) She remembered Chat mentioning that Plagg hated those power-up cheese (said it tasted like “liquidy goo you humans take when you’re sick”) and decided to mess around with flavours.

“And… Done! Tikki? Up for another round of taste testing? I think I’ve got it this time!”

“Of course, Marinette! I’m curious though, why did you add the glitter?”

“It’s for flair, for the potion I’m brewing. If this works, you’ll see why I wanted glitter in there.” Marinette threw in a wink, and dipped a little spoon inside the pink, glittery liquid. Tikki floated towards it and took a sniff, noting the scent of champagne coming from it. I wonder if kwamis ever get drunk, didn’t think we’d try that before in all the time we spent in the miracle box.

She quicked sipped the delicious brew, and immediately felt a tingling sensation.

“It’s happening! It worked!”

In a flash of pink, Tikki transformed, her usual self now a sparkling crystal-like texture, her centre spot and tail (?) now dazzling diamonds.

“Wow… Well, what power up is this?”

“It’s called the Elegant power up, ooooooor Exquisite. Haven’t really decided on the name yet. It’s just a little fun power-up I came up with, you know, like a fancy dress transformation.”

“Cool! I’m sure Kaalki would love to try this power-up. It’s glorious.” Tikki laughed at her own little joke.

Oh, how she wished she could snap a photo of Tikki, but kwamis don’t show up on cameras. It was a great accomplishment, and she was really proud of herself. Specially created with an original outfit designed by her, a sketch of the design slowly added into the mixture while it boils. (Another absurd theory that flitted through her mind.) Never thought this crazy idea would work but here we are.

“Alright, I’m going to try transforming. Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Marinette!”

“Elegant Tikki! Spots on!”

The familiar feeling of transforming washed over Marinette, yet it feels completely different at the same time. The swirls of pink magic disappeared to show a red cocktail dress with exquisite black sequins scattered on silk, the fabric a darker shade of red than what she usually wore. Extremely fancy indeed.

A Mandarin collar wrapped around her neck with a mini brooch which had a symbol engraved into it, a representation of her Chinese heritage and the pattern associated with the Miraculous. The top half had black polka dots, embodying her super-persona’s namesake, along with a matching mask and gloves, both of which had intricate embroidery. Her hair was pulled up into a stylish updo, braids twisted to form a crown above her head. Her red heels has little ladybugs on them, just like the one in her hair. Just how she imagined it.

“Wow, this is even better than what i would have done!” Marinette twirled around, noticing that the outfit has a litte glittery shine to it. Now she wish she would get to wear this someday; she felt like a princess! (Well, it was pretty funny because Chat would always call her civilian self that.)

In the midst of admiring her work, Master Fu walked into the room. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him, and Marinette shrieked, quickly transforming back to her usual self.

“Ah, sorry Master! I was messing around with an idea I had and I completed it just now. Don’t worry, I was practicing potions before that.”

“I’m not mad, Marinette. On the contrary, I’m actually very pleased that you have managed a feat that even my masters were unable to achieve back when I was in training with them. Perhaps I could show it to them when I return for a visit.

“In the mean time, how about you use this power-up for your Guardian officiating ceremony. It is something to celebrate after all and you deserve it.”

Marinette didn’t know what to say. She just thanked the master profusely, grateful for the opportunity to try out her new invention. She didn’t bother trying to refuse because she knows that there would still be one no matter what she says. Master Fu simply waved it off with a chuckle.

“Now, would you like to have your final test today or prefer to still wait for tomorrow? I feel that you are ready.”

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School was still a priority, being in senior year and all. Marinette could only work on designs during her free time, and with Hawkmoth around those are scarce. Marinette would sometimes sketch out ideas besides finishing her homework, for fear if forgetting them. She absolutely hated it when an idea struck while she was busy fighting an akuma.

Good thing was, she didn’t need to worry about measurements. The miraculous will ensure that everyone’s suits and dresses would fit them to a t. So all she had to do was make sure that the designs represented each of the holders perfectly.

Tikki wholeheartedly agreed that Marinette deserved to be celebrated as the new Guardian, she hadn’t had a holder who was a Guardian since millennias ago. She was positively buzzing with exhilaration, moves animated with so much zest Marinette was afraid she might explode.

Chat was the first person she told about becoming a Guardian. He was surprised, after all he wasn’t aware of her receiving training, but that was short-lived as he immediately tackled Ladybug in a humongous bear hug for her sensational achievement. He even said, and I quote, “My, I’m honoured to be graced with the presence of the great and powerful Guardian of the Miraculous Box,” topped off with an exaggerated bow and a kiss to the knuckles.

He was also ecstatic about the prospect of a new transformation. Ladybug told him to assure Plagg that she had added a different flavour to it, and will add some cheese to his batch on top of infusing it in his beloved camembert. That night, Plagg denied purring loudly in his sleep. (“You were dreaming, Adrien. Hallucinating!”)

Three months of constant sketching and resketching, coloring in and retracing it for the potion, Marinette finally got the designs out. She asked the kwamis for their opinions on the designs, (after a mini celebration of their own, obviously.) and they gave their input. Some even made flavour requests, though they still kept the champagne in there as they loved it and it made the power-up more fancy.

Then it’s another week of measuring, mixing, and carefully infusing the correct batches into the different snacks. She almost put Wayzz’s herbal tea flavoured potion into Pollen’s honey comb, if not for Tikki and Wayzz’s interference. Oh, the look of horror on Pollen’s face would send Plagg laughing with tears.

With everything ready, it’s time to paaaaaaaaartay! (Clearly Xuppu was here :) )

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With the help of Chat Noir, they managed to get the miraculouses to the respective holders’ rooms before they arrived home from school. She handwrote all the dissolving letters containing the information, taking care to use her cursive. Those online lessons really paid off, even Tikki couldn’t recognise that she was the one who wrote it.

Ladybug hid behind a rooftop as she watched Max open read the letter, coming to the conclusion that everyone else is doing the same. She hoped that she had made her instructions clear enough, considering how… excited some of her classmates could be.

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Everyone was confused when they found a box in their rooms, realising soon after that it was a miraculous box. Alya and Chloe immediately opened their boxes, paying no mind to the paper that were below.

“Oh, finally! Ladybug is giving the Miraculous to me! It’s about time.”

“Trixx! Does Ladybug need me?” An extremely loud gasp, “Oh my gosh, is she here? Do I get to hold on to my miraculous?”

The kwamis questioned had to clarify that no, Ladybug was not nearby as there is no emergency, no, it was only for a few short hours, and no again, the miraculous was technically not theirs but “belonged” to the Guardian for safekeeping unless they are permanent holders. They were only temporary holders who are called upon when their help were needed.

(Ladybug and Master Fu had them make sure they got it through their heads after getting irritated when some people kept begging for it again. And also to inform those whose identities were compromised that it was their last time using theirs.)

“Please read the letter before you do anything, Alya.”

“It contains some important information that you really must know before you call upon me, my queen.”

All holders read through the letter:

“Dear [Name],

I hope this letter finds you well. I’m to be officiated as the new Guardian of the Miraculous, and it would really make my happy if you could join me tonight. Along with your miraculous, you will find a small snack for your kwamis. It is to be consumed strictly before transforming, so do not waste it as I’ve only provided a small piece.

You will transform tonight at 4am, going going to the address listed below. Don’t worry, the kwami will be able to help you with that. I know it is late but this is to ensure no reporters or your parents will see you sneak out. Hawkmoth rarely comes out at night anyway, so that’s a bonus.

Chat Noir and I are greatful for your contributions as the heroes of Paris, so we would also like this to be a celebration of thanks. Hope to see you there!

Signed, Ladybug

Address: 53 Rue de Corentin, Petit Fortune Hôtel 3rd floor”

The letters dissolved with a flame of green sparkles, kwamis reaffirming the chosens that they know the address and will help them navigate.

#miraculous #ml #mlb #marinette dupain cheng #master fu #ml kwamis #guardian!marinette #ml ficlet #miraculous ladybug

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rossetteaaaaang · 5 years ago

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Pinagtagpo pero di tinadhana

A story about two lovers that who fall and break for a reason. Trisha's pov I was in the middle of thinking about something, when my eyes got stuck in a man who's laughing with his friends. He got a shining eyes, pointed nose and dark but nice skin. I was never been this amazed with a man. I got choke with my own saliva when his eyes met mine, I immediately busy myself with the food in the table. I heard them laugh, after a minute it became silent so I slowly look at the stand where they are staying and they're gone, I took a deep breath. I was never been this nervous in a guy before. 'Oh, I've been staying here for 4 hours already pfft.' This place really got my attention. I love the designs and their food also. I don't know, there is something here that made me want to always go back. By the way I am here in Yoo-hoo restaurant. When I am bored in the house, I always go here. Well, I do really nothing haha. I don't have friends because I'm just new here. I stayed in Newyork for about 7 years. My mom told me that this is her hometown in Cagayan de Oro city. Well, it is nice here though. 'Kringggg kringgg' 'Oh, my mom' I answered. 'Hello mom?' 'Where are you!' She yelled in the phone. I close my eyes real hard. Here we go again. '*sigh* mom, I didn't go far okay? I'm just here at--' she interrupted what I was about to say. 'I know, you're at that restaurant again. How many times do I need to tell you that, stop going there huh?' She yelled. I really don't know why mom hate this place. It is nice and so comfortable to stay with. 'Okay okay whatever. I'm going. Mygad mom I'm already 22 yet you're still--' okay fine she ended up the call. When she knew that I was always going in that restaurant she became the beast that I didn't know she'll become pfft I mean, she's so angry that night and when I will ask her why she just always telling me not to ask anymore. Whatever, old woman now a days *rolled my eyes* 'Hey mom' I said and then kissed her forehead. 'You spoiled brat did y--' I cut her off 'Yes mom yes sorry okay?' Im here at my bed searching something, scrolling through my news feed and suddenly someone add me. 'Hmm, Troy Gabriel huh. How come he knew me? That's weird' by the way, he's the guy who I described earlier hmm. [Troy Gabriel have one message] 'Omg?' TG: [You changed a lot wow. You look like a Goddess] huh? Did he know me before? [Excuse me, if you wouldn't mind. Did we met before? You seem so familiar.] TG: [secret] what? So annoying, so I just seen the message. TG: [Heeeeey? You there?] [You're always be my seenderella] [I'm not yours] I replied TG: [hmm] Troy Gabriel POV I missed her so much. But, it seems she didn't know me. I still love her. In those 7 years that we're apart. My love didn't change a bit. That's why when I saw her in our favorite restaurant, my heart skipped a bit. Is there a chance that, she still love me? 7years ago (flashback) 'Hey babe, where do you want to go hmm?' I asked. 'Anywhere babe as long as I'm with you.' She said and then she hold my hand. 'How sweet pftt happy 5th anniversary babe' I said then kissed her forehead. 'Happy 5th years of being enemy babe' she said then laugh. What a beautiful view. I stared at her beautiful face. I can't imagine my life without her. I just love her so much and I will do everything for her. 'Let's go?' She said. 'Hmm' I nodded. We just keep on talking, laughing about anything while I am driving. We decided to go to Palawan. Then suddenly a large truck came our way. I tried my best to get away but I lost control. The next thing I knew I woke up in the hospital bed. 'Hey gab thank God you're awake.' My mom said while teary eyes. 'Mom? Where's Trisha? Is she okay? I want to see her--' I said and then when I was about to stand up she stopped me. 'Darling, im sorry but--' 'But what mom! I need to see her' I shouted I can't explain the feeling. 'Her mother decided to bring her in newyork okay? I'm sorry darling but she is unconscious she needs to be treated there. She needs a good doctor.' I cried while hearing those words. Its my fault, its all my fault. 'How many days I was sleeping?' 'One month gab' she replied. It was really bad, huh. I will never forgive myself if something bad happened to her. After 1month and 3days I'm finally discharged in the hospital. I called her many times but I can't contact her. I chatted her in all social media accounts but I didn't get any response, so I went to their house. I press the doorbell many times but no one appeared. Even their maid was (wala). Is it that bad? I need to see her really. When I was about to go, someone park a car. I was so excited maybe it was her. But when I saw that its her mother and there's no Trisha appeared. I immediately run to her mom and asked her where Trisha is. 'Tita where's Trisha? Is she okay? Tita I'm really sorry I did--' she stopped me. 'From now on you need to start your life without her. She doesn't need you anymore. She is okay without you. Your just putting her in danger! And she doesn't deserved someone like you. She lost her memory and its all your fault. As a consequence I will not let her know you.' 'wha-t? What are you saying tita? We promised each other! Where is she? Tell me Tita please tita' I kneel down begging for her to tell me where my Trisha is. 'I don't like you for her. She don't have future in you now go away' she said then went to their house.' (End of flashback) I tried my best to move on and forget about her. Even if it is so hard. But, I need to, for myself and for the people who still needs me. I smoke, I drink liquor everyday to forget her. I always go to the bar. I tried many girls. But there is no change. Its still her. 'Argg' I punch the punching bag real hard. I'm here at my mini gym. I saw her! And all of my anger were gone. I just want to ran to her and hug her tightly. My seenderella I missed her. That's why I searched for her social media accounts and then I found out that she has new account and then I added her. Gladly she accepted it. I will make her fall in love with me again.. Trisha's POV 'Hays, what am I gonna do here' I'm bored. [Someone's calling] 'Hmm who's this?' I answered. 'Hello?' 'Hey shang, where are you?' 'Who's this? And why did you know my nickname?' 'Long story shang hahaha' he replied. 'Wth? And where did you get my number? And who's this!?' 'Chill shang its me gab' 'Gab? The one who chatted me last night? Wth? Are you a stalker or what?' 'Of course not! You putted your number in your fb account.' Hmm ahh yeah I did. 'Ahh okay. What do you need?' 'Lets date hmm just a friendly date.' 'Are you insane? What if you're killer or what? I still didn't remember anything from the past and then I'll be dead no way.' I said hysterically. 'Hey, chill there seenderella. Do I look like a killer? Pftt and wait? What are you talking about, the past?' 'Never mind.' I said. No one should know it. Mommy told me that I'll start my life with something new. But sorry to say this that I really want all my memories to comeback and I will do everything I can to have it. 'Come on seenderella. Its on me. You don't have to bring money. My treat. Besides I'm really bored right now and hungry also. Come on.' Hmm, should I trust him? Well, I'm bored also. Okay, I'll just bring my pepper spray. 'Okay, where?' 'Yes! Uhm *clears throat* sorry. Where do you want to go?' He asked. 'What? Why me? You're the one who planned this out so you should be the one to decide where.' 'Okay what ever. Let's go in Mega mall. I'll pick you up' he said. Hmm okay he'll pick me up-- wait what? 'What did you say? Hey did you know where---' he ended up the call. What ever dude. Its your problem anymore. After 20 minutes.. 'Trisha there's a guy waiting for you outside' yaya maling said. 'Okay yaya thankyou.' It is him? He is really a stalker. How come he knew my nickname and then our house? I get my bag and then went out. I saw him beside his car. Hmm he's really handsome though. But I don't like him. Its just that there's something in him that makes me comfortable. 'Let's go?' He said while having a big smile in his face. 'How did you know our address huh? You're really a stalker' 'I have many source pftt. And this kind of face? Stalker? Really seenderella?' He said while smirking. 'What ever dude let's go' he is about to open the door for me when I stopped him. 'I'm not disabled I can do it by myself' 'I'm just trying to be a gentleman here. Attitude ka siszt?' 'Well I don't need it.' I said. 'Woah, chill there. Okay fine.' He said then went to his spot. [We arrived at the mall] 'Let's watch movie?' 'Sure, you said awhile ago you're hungry? Are we not gonna eat up first?' 'Your hungry also? Oh, okay sure. Lets go.' 'Not really, its you' 'oh so you're concern now?' Our day spent well. We enjoyed it well. Days passed being like that. We don't have days that we're not together. We always bond, eat foods and going everywhere. Until one day, we went to Palawan. I remembered this.. 'Ah, my head hurts.' 'What? You okay? What happened?' I stared at him for a long time. 'I finally remember everything.' Gab' POV 'What? You can now recognized me babe?' Teary eyes as I said to her. 'Yes babe' she said while crying 'Sorry babe' she added. 'Hey, its okay. No don't cry please. Thank God you finally remembered me.' I said while hugging her. 'Let's go to the hospital. You need to be checked babe.' 'Sure' she said. I was so happy finally. [2years later.] Trisha's POV Since I remembered everything. Everything seems to be perfect. Mom and I have talk and I forgive her. Also Mom and Gab. But something's went wrong to Gab. He changed. I don't know. He's always telling me that he's busy. Every time I planned out a date. He always refused. I need to ask him. I'm confused. [Calling gab...] 'Hey babe? Where are you' I asked. 'At house why?' 'Come here please let's talk. I need to ask something from you.' 'Sure, I need to tell you something as well, Trish.' He said. Trish? Is he mad? I'm nervous. [Minutes later] 'Hey babe, you're here.' 'Yeah' he replied. 'What do you want? Juice coffee?' I asked. 'No need. Let's talk about the main reason why I'm here.' 'Oh, okay' 'Now, ask' he said I sigh 'Gab? What's wrong with you? Do you still love me? Did I do something stupid again? Are you mad?' He close his eyes hard. 'Sorry Trish' he said. Tears start flowing down my face. 'So-sorry-- what? What Gab?' 'Let me explain first Trish. Okay? *sigh* I'm sorry. This passt few days I felt nothing anymore. The spark, my feelings were gone. I'm sorry I need to be honest with you. I don't want to hurt you and fake my love.' 'You're already hurting me Gab!' I shouted. It hurts so bad. What happened gab? 'Do you have new? That's why you're like that?' 'No I don't have pshh. I spent the whole two f week to sum up everything, Trish. I'm sorry. I don't know why I ended up this way. I need to find myself first. I'm sorry. Please do take care of yourself.' He said. 'Noooo, Gab please. Let's talk. What happened please' Im down on bended knees. I hug him but he refuse and then he leave. [4months had passed] Those 4 months was hell. I tried to message him but all of his social media account was deactivated. Even in the text I can't send him maybe he blocked me. I didn't have any strength to the point that all the food that I intake, my body refuses it. I tried suicide many times but I guess its still not my time. I t is really sad, that the person we thought to stick with us through thick and thin is already gone not thinking about the promises that they had made, not thinking about the memories that you had build together, the sweetness you had shared and the laugh and happiness you felt when you're still together. It is sad and depressing but you need to move forward for yourself and for the people who love you. I realized that, people come and go into your life but they are either a blessing or a lesson. I trust God and the process. I believed my man was just stock in the traffic. And he is the one who will keep on choosing me everyday even if how hard I am to handle with. And to Gab.. Its been 4months and 19 days since the last time we talked. Hoping you're doing good. Wherever you are right now. I hope that you took all of my advises that I thought you before. Be a better version of yourself. I'm also thankful for the days that I am with you. I experienced to loved and be loved. But I know its just a temporary moment. I'm sorry that I still misses you everyday. But don't worry, I finally accepted everything. I'm sorry for all the wrong decisions that I had made. I wish you all the good things in life though, you left me unattended. Do not rush things if you feel that you're still not ready for doing so, farewell old buddy, till we meet again. Be safe and be happy always. No more hate, no more bitterness. I hope I could tell you these so we can be good friends. But I know things won't turn out the way I wanted it to be. God allowed us to love each other, fall and break for a reason, so be it. Our pains will soon be our testimony that love is somehow isn't all about being together forever. I won't forget you and I will treasure our memories together. Please love your next as much as I loved you before. I guess and I hope that you have found someone better that I am. Thank you for the lesson, babe. Till we meet again.

#Short Story #Creative writing

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cantwritetosavealife · 5 years ago

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My Dad is a Pastor... P.S. Someone show Hopsin. He gets it.

Dad you need to read this. This connects the religious struggle I have been facing through my life. I think lately I have truly come to know God. I think this rapper is struggling. He is similar to all the people I have come to know in my walk through life with God. I think you and I need to start having sessions together again where you teach your knowledge and discipline with our faith and I can show you what the world is today and where we are at since as Christians we are only as holy as the most unholy person among us.

I Encourage you to listen to this song over and over until you can understand it. It will be hard for you because you are very disconnected from where the world is today.

Dad, I think you gave up on bringing heaven to earth. Dad you haven’t been the same since grandpa died. But I’m gonna bring you back to reality.

I’m really sorry about the language and about the harsh reality that im revealing, I really hope that you understand.

You need to understand that those people who did not find god that you have faced in your life… they went off and had kids.. and I grew up with those kids.. those kids are becoming men.. I want to stand in the middle of all the evil that these people are subjected to and I want to be the rock.. I trust in my faith in God, I know I will fail.. but I’ll stand back up and I will subject myself to everyone’s ability to forgive.

Im sharing this for everyone that feels like they know christian faith better than the ones who taught them. Your right, trust God, question everything in this world, but trust God, contemplate the bible and research what you don’t know about the natural world, the more you connect the two, the more you will learn about yourself and the world, don’t be afraid of what you don’t know.

Ill Mind Of Hopsin 7

It's us, mind power

Live life, mind power

It's us, mind power

Live life, mind power

Yo, fuck anybody I might alarm

Life is a tour, I sit and ride along

Taking some notes and then I write the song

I'm staring down the road my life has gone

Is this where I belong?

Is it wrong to not believe in right and wrong?

My mental state is fucking me up

And I cried upon while asking you for some answers

But we don't have that type of bond

Now my desires gone with the way that I've been living lately

If I died right now, you'd turn the fire on

Sick of this bullshit, niggas call me a sellout

'Cause I hopped on Christianity so strongly then I fell out

Now I'm avoiding questions like a scared dog with his tail down

Feeling so damn humiliated 'cause they looking at me like I'm hellbound

What story should I tell now? I'll just expose the truth

I'm so close to the fucking edge, I should be close to you

But who the fuck are You? You never showed the proof

And I'm only fucking human yo, what am I supposed to do?

There's way too many different religions with vivid descriptions

Begging all fucking men and women to listen

I can't even beat my dick without getting convicted

These ain't wicked decisions, I got different intentions

I been itching to get it, I've been given assistance

But the whole fucking system is twisted

Now I'm dealing with this backlash because Marcus isn't a Christian

And I've been told that my sinful life is an addiction

But I can't buy it, it's just too hard to stand beside it

I need an answer and humans can't provide it

I look at the Earth and Sun and I can tell a genius man designed it

It's truly mind blowing, I can't deny it

Is heaven real? Is it fake? Is it really how I fantasize it?

Where's the Holy Ghost at? How long it take Man to find it?

My mind's a nonstop tape playing and I can't rewind it

You gave me a bible and expect me not to analyze it

I'm frustrated and you provoked it

I'm not reading that motherfucking book because a human wrote it

I have a fucking brain, you should know it

You gave it to me to think to avoid every useless moment

It was a mission that I had to abort

'Cause humans be lying with such an inaccurate source

It's gon' be hard to put me back on the course

Next Jehovah's witness to come on my porch, I swear I'm slammin' the door

A lot of folks believe it though, but I'm not surprised

Humans are fucking dumb, still thinkin' that Pac's alive

I ain't trying to take your legacy and torch it down

I'm just saying, I ain't heard shit from the horse's mouth

Just sheep always telling stories of older guys

Who were notarized by you when you finally vocalized

Now I'm supposed to bow my head and close my eyes

And somehow let the Holy Ghost arise, sounds like a fucking poltergeist

Show yourself and the boom is done

Every rumor's gone, I no longer doubt this shit, you're the one

I'll admit that my sinful ways was stupid fun

And all my old habits can hop onto of a roof to plunge

I'll donate to a charity that could use the funds

Fuck the club, instead of bitches I'd hang with a group of nuns

And everyone that I ran into would know what I came to do

I wouldn't take a step unless it was in the name of You

I hate the fact that I have to believe

You haven't been chatting with me like you did Adam and Eve

And I ain't seen no talking snake or rabbit from trees

With an apple to eat, that shit never happens to me

I don't know if you do or don't exist, shit is driving me crazy

Send your condolences, this is me reaching to you so don't forget

If hell is truly your pit of fire and I get thrown in it

I'mma probably regret the fact that I ever wrote this shit

My gut feeling says it's all fake, I hate to say it but fuck it, shit I done lost faith

This isn't a small phase, my perspective's all changed

My thoughts just keep picking shit apart all day

And in my mind I make perfect sense

If you aren't real then all my prayers aren't worth a cent

That would mean that I could just make up what my purpose is

And I could just sit in the church and say fuck in the services

Man what if Jesus was a facade? Then that would mean the government's God

I feel like they've been brainwashing us with a lot

So much that we don't even notice that we're stuck in the box

Man everything is what if, why is it always what if

Planet Earth what if, the universe what if

My sacrifice what if, my afterlife what if

Every fucking thing that deals with you is fucking suspect

I'm fucking done, I'm fucking done

This is my fucking life and I'm living it, I'm having fun

If you really care for me, prove that I need to live carefully

But I'll be damned if I put my own pleasure aside for an afterlife that isn't even guaranteed

We are you, and you're us, stop playing games

My life's all I got, and heaven is all in my brain

And when I feel I am in hell, my ideas are what get me through pain

Do as you please, and I'll just do me, I'm a human, I'll stay in my lane

Ill mind

It's us, mind power

Live life, mind power

It's us, mind power

Live life, mind power

Songwriters: Marcus Jamal Hopson

Ill Mind Of Hopsin 7 lyrics The Administration MP Inc

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Giving love a shot part 51

♡Jae’s views♡

Like that two years passed us by. Gray and Byul made their relationship public, they’re now engaged with a baby on the way, well the public doesn’t know about the whole baby part, she’s lucky her stomach doesn’t show a lot.

Mark is dating my friend Nicole, the girl he walked with at my wedding. I guess he falls for her French accent, and big boobs. Yeah I approved. *sigh*

Joon my little play boy with the biggest heart fell in love… again, with the least he’s expected. She’s not rich or a spoil brat. She’s a school teacher, she’s smart and as long as he’s in love and, happy we’re all approve.(unless she hurts him, then she’ll be dead….im not kidding)

Eric: is dating a brazilian model, he can fianally have sex with the lights on, dimmed, or off whichever he prefer .

The thing that made the last 2 years, even more stressful is that, Ailee, Yori, and Jimin wanted to get married at the same year. It wasn’t big of a deal since they can afford it, but It was just mentally stressful and a lot of bridezila happened.

My relationship with Jimin hasn’t been the same since the last time we had that argument two years back. Knowing how she feels about me, I get awkward and uncomfortable around her, we’re still friends I just… i don’t know keep a few distance.

Jay and I are as strong as ever. After all the struggles that we had at the beginning of our relationship we decided to live our marriage life to the fullest. We traveled to soo many places, and just live. No we do not have any kids. Not yet anyways.

*Thanksgiving Dinner*

We’re having Dinner at the Malone’s house. Of course I’m not ready..as always.

Jay: babe can we please go? I’m begging you.

Jae: I’m coming, I can’t find my necklace

Jay: you have like a million of these things, just wear one.

Jae: I’m looking for the one you got me for my last birthday.

Jay: you left it at your mom’s house

Jae: why?

Jay: I’m not sure I can answer that

Jae: can we drive drive by and get It?

Jay: baby we are late, please pick one….anyone.

Jae: but-

Jay: okay *walks in the room and picks a necklace for her, takes her coat and drags her to the car*

*in the car*

Jay: are your parents going to move here permanently or just Temporary?

Jae: temporary, as much as I want my dad to stay. He won’t because my mother and I don’t get along he doesn’t want her to cause trouble.

Jay: oh

30minutes later we made it.

*Jay’s views *

Simon: what was it this time?

Jay: She couldn’t find a necklace.

Simon: doesn’t she has a whole jewelry store in her dressing room?

Jay: bruh if we have to get somewhere I have to tell her it's 3hours earlier. So how’s married life going?

Loco: great on my part

Chacha: same

Jay: who would’ve thought that we would end up like this?

Gray: who would’ve thought that you would’ve gotten married first?

Jay: hey, I wasn’t that bad.

Simon: yea you were.

Gray: you were still horrible with Yuri, but Jaeha stumbled in our dressing room and Bam new leaf

Simon: I think she changed all of us. are you guys planning on having kids?

Jay: actually we haven’t talk about that in a while. Who knows maybe next year. The thing is I don’t want to get her pregnant and not being there, I want to be there for the whole process. That means a break from performing. Which I won’t have any problem with if she does get pregnant.

I think Jaeha has a knack for finding trouble. We’re eating dinner and she comes out of nowhere.

Jae: so how far long are you guys?

Ailee: I’m not pregnant

Yori: me either

Jimin: not that I know of

Jae: oh, okay

After the dinner we chatted and then we left. As always the end of the year is always hectic with so many things to do. End of the year concerts, award shows, a lot of practices and traveling.

Jaeha herself has been also busy, she went back to the designing board. Working on her first solo fashion show, I don’t really sorry about her being alone, cause I know that she’s busy herself.

*at home*

Jay: you going to shower?

Jae: no, don’t feel like it

Jay: do you need anything downstairs?

Jae: no

Jay: are you sure?

Jae: yes

Jay: Babe?

Jae: I’m hungry

Jay: you see, wait we just ate?

Jae: baby that was 5 hours ago

Jay: it was actually 3hours

Jae: then why’d you asked?

Jay: so you wouldn’t wake me up when I’m sleeping.

We ended up in the kitchen, for one too many snacks.

*back on the bed*

Jay: babe?

Jae: mhhm

Jay: I was thinking

Jae: about

Jay: well you know we’ve been married for 2 years and don’t you think it’s time we should start thinking about kids?

Jae: You want kids?

Jay: don’t You?

Jae: of course I do, I’ve been wanted one since last year

Jay: really? Why didn’t you tell me?

Jae: I thought you wanted to focus on your work and stuff

Jay: Jaejae, regardless of how much I love what I do, making sure you’re happy is my main priority, if having a kid will make you happy, then so be it.

Jae: okay, well how about when you finish with your current schedule we should-

Jay: why wait until then? We can start right now *starts making out*

*next morning*

As always she’s still knocked out. I’m still hoping for multiple children. Im not sure what kind of pregnancy things Jae’s gonna go through, but if she doesn’t want kids after the first one we can be set with the multiple.

Jae’s habit of huging the bed as become strange. Usually I would wake up and have no space on the bed, but lately she stays on one side all night long. I strangely dont like it, I think I prefer her all over me or is it that I’m used to it?

Jae: good morning *rolls next to him*

Jay: it’s noon

Jae: Oh

Jay: What are you doing today?

Jae: staying home, eat, exercise and work.

Jay: what about your appointment?

Jae: What appointment?

Jay: the one you’ve been rescheduling for the past few weeks.

Jae: I was busy

Jay: you’re not busy today

Jae: I’ll go next week

Jay: that’s what you’ve been saying all month long. I’m going to be away for the next couple of weeks, how will I know that you actually went.

Jae: because when you come you’ll find the results that says everything is fine with me, and that it was a waste going to the hospital.

Jay: well I rather find that, than you not going.

Jae: what about your plans for today?

Jay: I have practice all day

Jae: oh

Jay: did you need anything?

Jae: no

Oh forgot to mention that Gajeel had puppies I think Jaeha was pissed off. Because the dog was a Gajeel dogsiter’s dog. And yup the sitter got fired. I think that’s the first person Jae had personally fired, and it’s over a dog.

*that night*

Jay: how was your day?

Jae: Straight, I took Gajeel to the vet-

Jay: you can take your dog to the vet, but won’t take yourself to the hospital ?

Jae: her appointment was today, I couldn’t miss it

Jay: but you- *deep breath*

Jae: you should probably stop nagging you’ll get wrinkles

I am so done with her tonight.

*next day*

*sitting down on the couch*

Jay: babe what do you want for Christmas?

Jae: for you to not be away, but we know that can’t happen.

Jay: but ill make it for-

Jae: I know you’ll make it for the new year, *sigh*I know

That is sucks.

The following days, we left for our tour. As always, leaving her with a heavy heart, it doesn’t matter how many time I go away, it’s always the same feelings.

*few days later*

Gray: you okay man?

Jay: I just want to go back home

Gray: Jaejae is fine

Jay: knowing how much she hates going to the hospital makes it worst.

A few days ago I got a call from my mom that Jaeha was sick, so now I’m just ready to go home, but if I do go home she’s gonna be mad..

The rest of the days I do my best at every performance, but the I still had the thought of going back home. Just a few more days to go.

I think in the future, we’re gonna have to think about those holiday concert even though theyre sorta like a tradition, but unless my family’s coming, I don’t wanna miss any Christmas with my wife or kids.

Finally heading back home, I couldn’t be any more excited. Except the long ass hours on the plane.

*10hrs later*

We landed I had a car waiting for me, great.

Gray: hey Jay can you-

Jay: no no no I’m head straight home, I miss my wife, I’m done working, I’m a husband at this point on I don’t know anything, I dont think what I’m saying even make sense.

Getting home went straight to our room there’s a big sign on the door that say “DO NOT WAKE ME UP PARK JAEBUM”

Jay:*smiling*

Walking in she was knocked out.

Jay: * moves her hair out of her face, kisses her forehead*

Looking over on my side I found a note.

Step 1: take a shower…

After taking a shower the step 2 shows up in the mirror “follow the arrows”

Ok how the heck did she do that?

I did exactly what the instructions said. That think lead me all the way to the back of rooms that we barely go to.

Looking at the logo on the “AOMG Jay Park’s Office”

She got me an office, not just any office, and office with a recording studio.

Sitting on my new desk I open the drawer. “Merry Christmas Babe, hope you like your present. You have an office at home so you wouldn’t use the I have to go to the office as an excuse to not babysit, …PS go back to the room for your last present ♡U Mrs.Park ”

Jay:*Can’t stop smiling*

*back in the room*

Jay:*lay down on his side looking at her*

Jae: take a picture it will last you longer

Jay: you’re awake?

Jae: how can we sleep when you’re staring so hard?

Jay: we? Is there someone else in here?

Jae: you didn’t get the hint?

Jay: hint for..?

Jae: clueless, can you go get me a water please

Wait am I missing something here? Woah woah woah. She said “we” instead of her, when it’s just the two of us in the room. The logo on the front of her shirt said “Bun in the oven” only pregnant women wears-

Jay: babe are you pregnant?

Jae:…

Jay: are you?

Jae:*reaches in her nightstand drawer and hands him the envelope with the results*

Jay: Jaejae? Jaeha? You’re going to have a baby?

Jae: We’re going to have a baby.

I couldn’t hepl but tearing up.

Jae: *hugs him* come on let’s get some sleep.

Jay: how can I sleep at a time like this?

Jae: easy, just close your eyes for an hour. *turns off her light*

Jay: so how long as it’s been?

Jae: ask me in the morning

Jay: is it twins?

Jae:…

Jay: boys or girls?. I want boys, but I’m totally fine if they’re girls

Jae: Park Jaebum, if you’re not going to sleep please let me sleep.

Jay: okay fine

That night I couldn’t stop thinking us having a baby. While I’m imagining the fun stuff, I forget about how much of problems I’m gonna have with both Gajeel and Jaeha pregnant.

*sigh*

*next morning*

Waking up she’s getting ready.

Jae: good morning

Jay: hey, heading out?

Jae: yeah, I have a meeting.

Jay: so early in the morning?

Jae: I can’t be late

Jay: I thought we were to talk?

Jae: we are

Jay: then why-

Jae: look I have plans, I have things to do okay. We will talk when I’m done okay. Your breakfast is ready

Jay: why are you getting mad at me?

Jae:*deep breath* I’ll see you later.

I know Jae has things to do. I’m aware of how busy she is, but I can’t help it.

*hour..hours..hours… later*

Still not home yet. It’s 5 PM and still not here…. I have not done anything all day. I can’t even call her cause she turned off her phone.

It’s scary how serious Jae she is when it comes to working. That CEO blood is running thick in her veins.

Jay:*phone rings* hello

Jae: hey, are you busy?

Jay: no watching T.V., you?

Jae: omw home. I wanna go to the store, but I don’t really feel like it.

Jay: do you want something?

Jae: yeah, but I don’t know what. I was just going to walk around until I find something.

Jay: look just come home, later on we’ll go.

Jae: are you going to drive?

Jay: yes babe, just come home.

Jae: okay

Another 45minutes wait she finally get home.

♡Jae’s views ♡

Jae: hey Mr. Park *sits on couch*

Jay: how was your day?

Jae: long *yawn* very long

Jay: wanna go rest up a bit?

Jae: no, you said that you wanted to talk

Jay: that’s okay it can wait

After taking a shower, I went straight to the bed, wearing the towel.

Waking up 3hrs later, Jay on his laptop working sitting on the couch with a headphone on.

Jae:*gets up and go use the bathroom, and walks back to him*

Jay: you up? *takes his headphones off*

Jae: I’m up *sits next to him *

Jay: hungry?

Jae: no

Jay: you sure

Jae: Yea

Jay: okay

Jae: *leans on his chest* it’s just a few weeks old

Jay: What?

Jae: The baby, it’s a few weeks old. I don’t know if it’s a boy, girl, or twin or more we have to wait for that.

Jay: how long?

Jae: I’m not really sure yet.

Jay: have you told anyone else?

Jae: no

Jay: not even your parents

Jae: *hugs him tighter* I missed you

Jay: I missed you to babe. *kisses her head*

Jae: What did you think about your presents?

Jay: I don’t know what to say? I didn’t even get you anything.😣

Jae: it’s not too late.

Jay: really? What do you want?

Jae: ice cream

Jay: When?

Jae: now

Jay: really? Okay let’s go

*in the car*

Jay: is your back okay? Should I bring a pillow?

Jae: Jay no, my back is fine. I do not need a pillow.

After getting my ice cream. We just decided to drive around.

*phone rings*

Jae: DADDY!!

Dad: you’ll never stop doing that will You?

Jae: nope, how are you dad?

Dad: I’ve had better

Jae: are you okay?

Dad: just a bit depress, you mother is driving me crazy.

Jae: dad? You know you’re welcome here right?

Dad: I know. You know your mother follow me around, I don’t wanna come here and have her stress you out.

Jae: then don’t tell her where you’re going, just come down here for a few days. Tell you’re going to an important business meeting and that she can’t go. Or we can do that the hard way and kidnap her for a few days, lock her up in a trailer something, drop her off in Madagascar or some Jungle for a few weeks or forever so you can have a break

Dad: JAE!

Jae: what?? I’m just saying

Dad: your mother isn’t that bad

Jae: you’re right, she’s horrible.

Dad: I’ll admit she’s a bit-

Jae: mean, clingy, mean,rude,mean, selfish, self centered, she’s missing a few screws up there

Dad: you can’t talk about your mother that way

Jae: But anyways, I was looking at a few files I need your help with

Dad: what kind of files?

Jae: some papers for the mall, and no daddy I’m not going to ask anyone else for help. I want you, so when can you come down here?

Dad: I’m not doing anything tomorrow, so I’ll see you tomorrow night

Jae: okay

Dad: tell my son that I’ll see him tomorrow

Jae: see that’s why I didnt let you talk to him cause you would’ve ignored me and talk to him

Dad: why didn’t you tell me that he was with you?

And yes they talk and forget about me even being in the car. Heck it’s my phone.

*30minutes later*

Jae:*glare at him*

Jay: What? Babe-

Jae: It’s okay I know you like my dad more than me

Jay:*smile* yes I do like your dad more than you, but I love you more than your dad.

Jae: *smile*

Jay: do you really need help with files?

Jae: no, just to get him down here.

Jay: where to next?

Jae: idc anywhere you want

Jay: so was thinkin we should invite everyone over to tell them, what you think?

Jae: that’s okay with me.

Jay: oh no

Jae: What?

Jay: I forgot there’s a big game tomorrow

Jae: ugh that again?

Jay: but your dad is coming?

Jae: so, he can use some guy time. And you can also use that time to tell them. I can go pick up your parents in the morning

Jay: I agree with everything except for the picking up my parents part.

Jae: why can’t I? You font trust my driving?

Jay: not really

Jae: rude

Jay: I’m kidding, I just don’t want you to be stressing out.

Jae: I’m fine, but we can just send a drive to pick them up

Jay: that sounds a whole lot better.

Jae: pshh

After the drive we head back home. It’s a relief to be married, there are a lot of things I don’t have to worry about. It’s strange coming from someone who didn’t wanna get married.

Jay: you sure you don’t want anything out?

Jae: I’m sure

The rest of the night itself was pretty calm. I watched tv while Jay doing who knows what on his computer.

*next day*

Jay’s having his friends over for some football game. I’m only happy cause they be eating some good food when watching this thing. Since he decided to tell his friends and since all the important people are going to be there. I did mention food right.

*Jay’s views*

Today as become more important than just a game day. Jae’s working in her dad’s old office, her dad is on the way. My parents are almost here, I’m excited.

As the day goes by, my parents and brother came.

Jay: mom, dad, rock head

Mom: hey

Dad: son

Jake: what’s up man?

Dad: where’s my daughter-in-law?

Jay: she’s in her office working. I’ll get her

Dad: you don’t have to do that if she’s busy

Jay: she’s been in there all morning, she could use a break. You guys can make yourselves comfortable, I’ll get her.

*knock knock*

Jay: babe

Jae: mhmm *focusing typing*

Jay: *walk towards her, and massages her shoulder* working hard?

Jae: too hard for my liking, my back and my butt hurting.

Jay: wanna take a break? Or eat something?

Jae: that’s my last paper, if I get up I’m not going to finish

Jay: do you want me to to get you anything to eat?

Jae: no I should be done in a few minutes

Jay: okay

That few minutes took longer than expected, cause by the time she came down her father had already came and so was every One else.

Wegun: yo man I’m a bit uncomfortable?

Jay: why?

Wegun: her dad seems scary

Jay: he’s not

Elo: he’s been frowning since he got here

Jay: probably because he hasn’t seen his daughter the past 3hours he’s been here. He doesn’t wanna interrupt her working.

*20minutes later*

Jae: DADDDYYYYY!!!!!

*everyone startles*

Mr.Han: finally, I’ve been waiting for you for 4hours. You would usually come greet me, but now you think you’re old now

Jae: *hugs her dad* I missed you to dad. Just so you know that I’m going to scream like that even if you’re a hundred years old.

Mr.Han: you wanna give me a heart attack?

Jae: no, it’ll keep you alive

Mr.Han: I’m glad you didn’t pursue a medical career.

Jae: hey I’d make a good doctor

Mr.Han: and I’d need some really really good lawyers, but I’m happy to see you

Everyone became more relax after Jaeha came down. I can’t help but notice a little tension between Jaeha and some of her friends, and it’s not the first time either.

Jay: *pulls Jae’s arms as she was about to take a bite out of something* can I see you for a second?

Jae: can I take one bite?

Jay: one bite

Jae: *takes the plate with her*

*somewhere private*

Jay: what’s going on?

Jae: with?

Jay: you guys, why are you all being awkward with Jimin? Not just you girls the guys as well. Simon think you guys have something against his wife.

Jae: you should go back downstairs. It’s not polite to your guests.

Jay: please don’t do this when I’m trying to talk to you

Jae: Don’t do what?

Jay: ignore my question to say something else.

Jae: Jay I’ve been working all day, I don’t wanna do this right now okay. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go pee, for the hundredth times today.

And that was the end of the conversation. We went back out Jaeha hasn’t stop eating since she started, I think the only reason no one suspected that she was pregnant is because, everyone knows that she loves to eat.

After the game was over we’re all just sitting down talking and enjoying each other’s company.

Jay: you’re ready?

Jae: as long as you’re doing all the talking

Jay: okay *stands up, and get their attention* guys Jaeha and I would like to thank eveveryone for spending the evenings with us. It’s always a pleasure having you guys around. Working with some of you, you’re probably tired of hearing me talk, but my wife doesn’t do the whole public speaking thing so bear with me. Although I think it’s an excuse for her to keep eating.

Jae: no *taking a bite*

All:*laughs*

Jay: also we wanted to tell you guys that, we’re gonna have a baby.

All:*shock and quiet*

Jae: surprise? 😓

Byul: no way

Jae: way

The rest of the night went with getting congratulated from everyone.

♡Jae’s views ♡

After everyone left I went to go look for my dad, just like me an antisocial sitting in his room.

Jae: hey daddy

Dad: hey princess

Jae: why you sitting by yourself?

Dad: I was just thinking

Jae: about?

Dad: how proud I am of you. Even though you were abandoned, you turned out pretty well. I just wish we could’ve been there for you a bit more, you have to be a better mom. Don’t follow your mother’s footsteps, like you said be a mom not a just a mother

Jae: I will daddy

After having that emotional talk with my dad, I talk to Jay’s parents and now time to take a nice bath and head to sleep.

*bedroom*

Jae: *sigh* I’m beat

Jay: wanna relax a bit?

Jae: no I wanna bath first

Jay: mind if I join you?

Jae: no help yourself

I’m taking a warm bath because I feel like my boobs are getting soar, it’s itchy and uncomfortable. Of course my partner in crime would be right behind me.

Jay: Jae

Jae: yea

Jay: you feeling alright?

Jae: yes? Why?

Jay: I don’t know, it’s just I don’t know.

Jae: it’s just you don’t know? Jay?

Jay: nothing

Jae: okay.

Jay’s been pretty stress out lately, I don’t know why, but it’s kind off getting annoying.

*next day*

Today is December 31st, and yes I am you going to party. Under Jay’s supervision of course.

Jay: are you going to wear heels? *on his computer*

Jae: yes, I know where you going with this, and don’t even think about it.

Jay: okay

Jae: *wearing a white spaghetti strap deep v neck white bandage velvet dress* how do I look?

Jay:*gulp, starring at her* aren’t you going to wear a jacket?

Jae: it’ll ruin the outfit

Jay: what if you get cold?

Jae: I’ll take yours

Jay:*smile*

*later @ party*

Unlike the past couple of years, I can’t drink, all I’m allow is water.

Crush:*hands her a drink*

Jae: no thank you, I’ll have a water instead

Crush: water?

Jae: yeah

The rest of the night I did two things, drink water a pee. I’ve peed all night that its embarrassing.

¤Jay’s views¤

Beenzino: is your wife okay man? Normally she would already be out of it.

Jay: *smile*

Dok2: what?

Jay: she ain’t gonna be drinking for a while

Quiet: what? She’s pregnant or something?

Jay:*smile*

Quiet: she is? Congratulations

Jay: thanks man

Dok2: how long?

Jay: few weeks

Beenzino: are you excited? Nervous? Scared?

Jay: all of the above. I don’t know what’s going to happen to her or what kind of pregnancy Jae’s going to have so I have to say that I’m quite nervous.

Dok2: look man, if there’s anything we all have notice over the years even before you get married, is that Jaeha is a really strong woman. She and your baby will be fine, you have nothing to worry about.

Crush: it’s about to be new year, I’ll go find my date. .

*Few minutes before the count down, on the dance floor with his arm around his wife, and her arm around his neck*

Jae: you didn’t drink?

Jay: nah

Jae: our last year partying?

Jay: maybe or maybe not. Are you having fun?

Jae: not really, I peed too much

Jay: *chuckles, hugs her * I love you

Jae: love you to Bumie.

After the countdown we head back home.

Jay: you going to shower?

Jae: don’t really feel like it, I’m just going to clean myself up.

After that she pretty much knocked out cold. I spent the night looking at baby stuff. Anything I could think could think of.

The next day ismore of a chilling day, unlike how we partied all the time this year we’re just going to stay home and I guess chill.

Jae: hey babe can we go to your mom’s?

Jay: my mom’s? Why?

Jae: for food

Jay: you want me to drive 3-4 hours away just to go eat?

Jae: yeah

Jay: my mom’s not in town

Jae: you’re just saying that

Jay: I’m serious

Jae: okay I’ll call her and ask.

She called my mom, and I got yelled at. Now I have to drive her there.

Jay: babe why are you packing stuff? What’s all this?

Jae: oh, these are things I had got for your mom, but forget to give them to her.

Jay: babe-

Jae: I’ll get someone to take them to the car. In the mean time, can you pack me something to eat in the car? Please.

The drive is taking a bit longer than usual, because of the amount of times we have to stop for her to pee.

Jae: sorry

Jay: for?

Jae: peeing that much.

Jay: baby it’s okay. I know it’s not your fault

Jae: I know, but still-

Jay: look I’ll only be upset if you hold it, I really don’t mind all these stops. They make the drive longer and I get to spend more time with you alone.

Gajeel:*barks

Jay: and Gajeel

Jae: *smile*

Jay: how you feeling?

Jae: beat, I didn’t do anything but I feel exhausted.

Jay: you can sleep if you want to.

Jae: I’m good, I’m sure I’ll just KO when I’m sleepy.

Jay: so when you think he or she will be here?

Jae: August

Jay: August? How you know?

Jae: I checked. I think I got pregnant in November. December made it a month, December to August is 9months

Jay: I have no idea what you just said

Jae: we will share the same month.

Jay: that’s not fair

Jae: don’t blame me.

Jay: you’re right

Before we get to my parents house she fell asleep, which makes it a bit easier since i didn’t get to stop for bathroom breaks.

Me of all people know better than to wake her up when she’s sleeping, but I cant leave her in the car and go upstairs.

Jay: Jae

Jae:…..

Jay: babe

Jae:…

Im just going to wait here. Im sitting here wondering if i'd be this happy with Yuri? As much as it was killing me when we broke up, I’m glad it happened.

Jay:*chuckles*

Jae: what?

Jay: nothing just thinking- you’re awake?

Jae: yes are we there yet?

Jay: yeah I was waiting for you to wake up

Jae: oh okay, let’s go. *open the back door for Gajeel* come on let’s go.

Jay: you guys can go up ahead, I'll get the things from the car

Jae: nah ill just wait for you

*in elevator*

Jae: babe, you think we should get Gajeel a stroller?

Jay: babe no, absolutely not

Jae:w-

Jay: do not ask me why either

Jae: okay

Gajeel is probably one of the most….im not sure what to call it, I’ll say a high class spoil dog. She never have anything other than expensive dog food. Jae never fed her anything else besides dog food.

I knew Jae would be a good mom when I saw her pack treats and food for Gajeel whenever we’re going out of town. We go to rest stops for food, while she specifically pack dog food for Gajeel. I’m gonna love seeing how she packs when we going out with our kid, Gajeel and her pups.

Getting to my parents house, as always I get ignored. My parents always liked Jaeha, because of how easy going she is. In the past I used to always forced Yuri to go any family events or activities that my family are doing, but Jaeha just connect with my parents is just one of the greatest things ever.

*dinner*

Jay: Mom remember when you said that you wanted to go to Paris, so I was thinking this summer we could all go.

Mom: I went there already

Jay:*raise is brows* you did?

Mom: yeah, but I wouldn’t mind going there a third time, it’s really beautiful.

Jay: Mom? How did- who- wait what? What you mean we? You and dad?

Mom: the four of us went two years ago

Jay: four? Jake to? *looks at Jae*

Jae: what? You were on tour and it was their anniversary. I didn’t wanna be alone so I took your brother. It was really fun

Jay: I wouldn’t know

Jae: awe I’m sorry. If you want we can go next year

Jay: why not this year?

Mom: because we have plans for Hawaii, Spain, and Rome.

Jay: so you guys made plans without me?

Jae: I was going to tell you?

Jay: when? When y'all came back?

Jae: you mad

Jay: yes

Jae: I’m guessing you’re too angry to eat, I’ll take that *takes his plate*

Jay:*blankly staring at her, and takes his plate back* I’m not that angry

Jae: Mom *looks at his mom*

Mom: give it back to her

Jay: Mom

Mom: get another one

Jae: wait did I just called you mom? I’m so sorry.

Mom: sorry for what?

Jae: calling you that

Mom: it’s okay, you can call me mom anytime. You have no idea how happy I am to have a daughter in law like you. Normally I would be stuck between 3 men, but it’s nice to have another woman in the family.

After we eat we just sitting around talking, except Jaeha she on her 3rd nap for the day. strangely Gajeellike my dad, cause she just on his lap like with him scratching her head. This dog is boogie, she doesn’t like everyone.

Jay: have you guys ever consider moving?

Dad: to?

Jay: a bit closer to the City.

Dad: not really, do you guys want us too move?

Jay: of course. I mean Jaeha love you guys and now that we’re going to have a baby, it’ll be easier for you guys instead of driving 3hours. And who knows how many times she’s gonna make me come here to eat.

Dad: rent in the city where you guys live is pretty high

Jay: don’t let Jae here you say that. So if you guys find an apartment you would move?

Dad: I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea what you think? *looks at his wife*

Mom: as long as you’re okay with it.

Dad: *sees him looking at her sleeping on the couch* son?

Jay: yes dad

Dad: are you happy?

Jay: more than I thought I would.

Dad: well I’m glad that you didn’t marry that other girl.

Jay: me to dad.

Mom: are you guys staying overnight?

Jay: uh I don’t know. I don’t know if Jae has work in the morning. if she doesn’t wake up in the next hour, we’re gonna have to stay over.

She didn’t wake up, so I’m just going to stay overnight. My dad took Gajeel out for a walk, I’m just going to clean Jae’s face and stuff.

*next morning*

It’s always strange when I wake up and not having a whole bunch of hair on my face. It’s weird but waking up not seeing her next to me, my mind is going haywire.

Again walking out my dad is feeding Gajeel.

Jay: dad-

Dad: they went to the market.

Jay: walking?

Dad: I think so, it’s not far from here, I’m sure they’ll be fine.

Jay: but-

Dad: your mother wanted to show off her daughter in law

Jay: that explains the walking.

Dad: don’t worry I’m sure your mom can take care of her

Jay: that’s not what I’m worrying about. I don’t want Jae to eat things that she shouldn’t be eating

Dad: she’s pregnant cut her some slack. She’s not eating for herself remember that.

After two hours they came back.

Jae: Babe *hugs him* guess what I just took a picture with a few-

Jay: fishes?

Jae: how’d you know?

Jay: I think I can still smell them on you.

Jae: really? I can’t smell it

Jay: you’ve been inhaling it for two plus hours.

Jae: rude

Jay: you smell fishy

Jae: and you are rude

Jay: still smell like fish. Babe go take a shower we’re about to leave and you’re not getting in the car smelling like this.

Jae: We’re leaving? Now?

Jay: Yes?

Jae: aren’t we going to stay for dinner?

Jay: dinner is at night, right now it’s breakfast.

Jae: yea I was thinking we could stay for lunch, and dinner.

Jay: why you don’t wanna stay for the whole week?

Jae: really?? That’d be- you’re being sarcastic aren’t you?

Jay: shower please

Jae: I don’t have anything to wear

Jay: go in that room we slept in, I should have some clothes in the closet

Jae: okay.

Jay: no more fish pictures

Jae:*walking away* yes boss

Jay: don’t take an hour

Jae: yeah yeah

After she showered we actually stayed till dinner. After that we made our way back home.

*in the car*

Jay: can I ask you a question?

Jae: what?

Jay: promise you won’t laugh

Jae:*bust out laughing* why? Is it that bad?

Jay: yes

Jae: okay go ahead, I promise I won’t laugh. What ever it is it can’t be that bad..

#giving love a shot part 51 #jay park #kpop #khh #jay park scenarios #jay park fanfic #jay park smut #jay park imagine #aomg #aomg scenarios #aomg fanfic #aomg imagines

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milkteanyc · 8 years ago

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Dream 1

Theres a small building and its in tokyo Its night and theres two children who come out to leave me and theres a boy I look down my arms are covered in tattoos and im wearing a leather jacket its a cool summer night The boy is also wearing a leather jacket But his expression is light as he says goodbye to the children I go back in my memory Sort of in a daze thinking about what happened throughout the last few days I got there pretty late in the evening it was about 21:00 everyone was a bit startled to see me i had a backpack with the few clothes i would need for the next week I was supposed to volunteer i think was some sort of orphanage the ladies were very kind and welcoming even though i looked like this i was a dress at the time Tattoos fully exposed They were beautiful But i cant remember the exact designs there was red and green and black and gray and yellow and purple and every color i could imagine Two kids came up to me as it was dinner time and gave me a silver bowl to get food i accompanied them to their small wooden table as the other children chatted the night away They were very helpful and respectful the little boy was about 12 the little girl about 10 They werent related but it was as if they could have been He took great care of her They asked so many questions about my life they began to jumble all together in my head I was very drowzy they mustve given me warm tea and send me off to bed Soon everything went black The next thing I knew it was morning, a warm inviting morning unlike anything id ever experienced, i head the children laughing and playing outside I got ready and walked out It was like a decent sized alleyway behind and around the building only to be surrounded by many many other buildings I remember people looking out and smiling at the children It was like a market beautifully decorated and the kids played as the ladies sold the fruits and vegetables It radiated warmth throughout my body I played with the kids tried to answer their questions yet it all felt so surreal like i was constantly dazing off into space Like there was more to me being there than just to be there Like I had been running from something From someone And i could feel heartbreak as i thought about it but i didnt understand why I just know the boy with the cute frizzy brown hair With the dazzling smile bun i couldnt quite recall who it was or why he was looking for me It was dinner time by the time we finished bringing in everything that was left and making dinner I was wearing a sun dress my hair put up in a ponytail Long brown wavy hair My piercings showing through I felt radiant with the warmth in my heart and smiling and laughing along with them the lights were warm the air fresh as it began to rain I felt so alive in that moment Until the front door opened and I could hear his voice My face seemingly dropped and the little boy took my hand and asked what was wrong except i couldnt say anything And i could only offer a sad smile My heart began racing and i excused myself to the bathroom as one of the ladies went over to speak with him Im not sure what he asked i could only hear muffled sounds as i washed my face in the bathroom and tried to recollect why he was so familiar and why i didnt want him to find me I could hear the children offering him a place to sit next to them He did have a way with people, old and young A way to capture their hearts.. As he had captured my own. I took a deep breath, ready to face him and whatever it was he brought with him. I stepped out with a smile, hoping and praying it was enough to tuck away the sadness I knew very well reflected in my eyes because I couldn't run away from him forever and if I had learned anything by now after all these centuries, it was that no matter where we went, we'd always find each other. And in this life, he'd always find me. I felt my breath hitch as I saw his face stop in the middle of a bite, eyes widen and then fall into recognition, taking in the moment as he looked me up and down. I tried to avoid him but I realized that was no use as he sat at the table I shared with the little girl and boy I took my time heading back to the table and as I sat down, the little boy scooted over to me as he took my hand, the sight almost making me burst into tears. The boy cleared his throat as plead for me to look at him, the mistress of the house interrupting as she welcomed him and I silently thanked her. Why was I so damn afraid? What could he do to me? I felt no threat from him, just pain.. A lot of pain. Enough to keep me from looking at his eyes, the same ones that I knew held promises neither of us could keep. I gathered up all the strength I could as the mistress walked away and I looked up at him for the very first time. The bags under his eyes were prominent giving away the endless night he looked for me. He was wearing his favorite leather jacket, matching my own tucked away in my room. His eyes looked sad. Really sad actually. Like he'd almost given up hope for the hundredth time, crying endlessly and just composing himself enough to keep going. I felt the urge to touch him then. An urge that had become all too familiar. His eyes reflected my own. And though i couldnt quite remember how we ended up here in the first place, I know he had been with someone else. He had broken my heart but the boy in front of me looked so small and fragile as if my voice could break him into pieces we couldnt quite put back together again. He smiled. A tiny smile that I wouldve missed if I hadnt been so focused on his face. I turned to the children and began eating, trying to distract myself from everything. Where was the smiling girl that could feel the happiness resonating through the room just a half hour ago? How could I fix something I couldnt recall completely? I felt so heavy now. I began to clear the tables to the kitchen when he grabbed my wrist. "I have to clean." "Please. Talk to me." "I am and now I'm done. Ill go back to cleaning now." "Stop" "Dont tell me what to do" "Look at me. Please. PLEASE. Im begging you to listen, you dont have to speak but youve any idea of whats been going on?" "I dont care." I couldnt take it anymore, I pulled my wrist from him and began to walk away and thats when I was basically dragged to the front of the building, outside and I knew he was exasperated. "What are you even doing here? Everything was fine. I dont understand why you had to come back and act like you werent in the wrong." "Its because im in the wrong i came for you as i always do, you cant run away forever, we have to talk at some point" "Theres nothing to talk about. Im fucking done" "No youre not. What you think happened didnt even happen how can you be done when you havent heard the whole story yet?" "Because I dont care, im tired Im fucking exhausted i dont want to deal with this anymore. Have you stopped to ask yourself how much longer were bound to do this? How many more lives do we have to deal with all the bullshit, i cant do this forever and i may not have any control over what happens after this life but i have enough control over what happens now and i cant do this anymore." "Please. Baby." "Stop." "No. I love you. And ive loved you before and ill love you again and im in love with you and its not some fucking centuries old curse on our souls to be bound to each other for eternity we both know very well thats not how this works" "Please stop, i cant do this anymore" He began to look blurry and i knew it was too late to hold back the tears so i let them fall "Why are you always the one trying to let me go" "Why are you always the one not letting me. Why are you always the one looking for me. Why is it that I cant look at your face without the fire in my heart being ignited yet it hurts. It hurts so fucking much. I cant stand it anymore. Im being ripped apart in half trying to decide if I should let myself melt into you again or if I should push away. Everything is intensified with you and I fucking am in love with you and I dont get why because this cant be real." "But it is, you cant deny me forever. I dont know why youre so afraid, it hurts because you keep rejecting it. But I know better and I know this isnt about you. Please stop breaking your own heart trying to save my own." And then I was snapped out it by the boy handing me a flower. A daisy. How beautiful. My favorite. I smiled at him and kneeled down he could hug me as if he didnt want to let go. I promised to be back and it was a promise i had to keep. Boy took my hand in his and our bags in the other and I could see the building get smaller and smaller and then everything went black.

#dream diary

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