#mjs bazaar dreams

[eternal-pie]

MJ’s bazaar adventure

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Chapter 1

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Someone unlocks and stumbles into their apartment, exhausted from a long day's work. They will be known as Mj throughout this story.

A notification sounds out as Mj lazily puts away their things, a message from a friend recounting a prior conversation involving the story that this tale will be both, started by and centred around. Laying on the couch, Mjs finds themself totally enthralled with the story their friend recommended, staying up far later than intended to watch the entire first part.

Mind still racing with the strange characters and bazaar story of this new world they have found, Mj lays their head down and closes their eyes, unaware that when they open again, they’ll be somewhere entirely new.

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I am one of very few who recalls their birth, it wasn’t anything exceptional. Blinding light after a beginning in absolute darkness prevented me from seeing much of anything.

Though what I do recall, is the moment I learned my name.

”Margret Jeckenson.” Even now I can recall my mother‘s voice softly whispering to me as she held me in her arms.

I was born into a lower class family. My father, Edward Jeckenson, had strived to improve life for both his family and the strangers he lived alongside, far before I was ever born. My mother, Wendy Jeckson was much the same, unendingly thoughtful, if a bit rugged. Both worked in medicine, providing care and treatment to the slums.

I grew up working alongside them, In the beginning I only passed them tools or bandages, soon I was the one using them. Suturing, diagnosing, drug making, I took to medicine like a swan to water, even with my talents, my parents were more comfortable with their young daughter, making beds and providing medication.

Much to my parents' dismay, I inherited their charitable nature and developed a habit of wandering the streets looking and injured on the street. As unsavory as the Neighbourhood was, I knew it well and figured I could handle it.

One night sticks out in my mind, I’ve been making my rounds as usual, and after peering into an alleyway, I spotted a group of men circling around something. A moment of listening told me it was a boy and that they were beating him.

Some of them were drunkenly shouting, most of it was intelligible. I heard bits and pieces about a lost game, and accusations of cheating.

As I approached to intervene, letting out a shout at them to stop, I realized I knew these men. There were three of them, each a customers who had visited my family with their wives or children for treatment.

So when they turned to me, sneering, one of them throwing a bottle at me, I simply called them out by name.

”Are you not ashamed? Three adult men ganging up on one poor boy, no doubt your wives would weep if they learned of this.” The men’s tune changed quickly, as the power of anonymity swiftly dissipated, before the trio drunkenly shuffled off into the night.

What remained was a boy. As he got up, he stood strong, as though the blood running down his face and onto his crumpled shirt never existed. He was quick to brush me off as I tried to check him over, only allowing me to guide him with the promise of a warm bed and free treatment for his wounds.

I couldn’t see him well on the dark street, and it was only after I brought him into my well at home that I truly saw him.

His hair, peppered with blood and dirt from his beating, was blonde. His pale skin was bruised and scraped. What trapped my breath within my throat for a moment was his eyes, a vibrant auburn holding a hidden depth, like an endless well covered with a tarp. He seemed to be around my age, far too young to be in the position I had found him in, but I couldn’t tell for sure. his eyes seemed to contain a wisdom and maturity I couldn’t comprehend.

His eyes made me feel something, something indescribable, not love or affection, just knowledge. I felt as though I knew him, far better than I could understand. That understanding stirred a sort of awe in me. Looking into his eyes, I understood that this boy was capable of indescribable things. He heard as much as I patched him up.

”Look boy, you seem to have a good head on your shoulders and a fine mug to match. Keep out of trouble and I’m sure you’ll do great things.” he only rolled his eyes at my lecturing.

I felt so wise when I said that. Like an elder imparting wisdom to the next generation. Though I’m sure I was probably only 8…. And younger than him.

I never saw the boy on those streets again nor did I learn his name. I’d come to hope I would never find him again, lest he be back where I found him last time. Some nights, I would think of him, wondering if he truly was on the path to greatness.

My sweeps made my family good money, there was no short supply of injured “gutter rats”, or drunkards who had no other place willing to fix them up for so little.

We did so well in fact, that not long after my younger brother, Henry Jeckenson, was born, my family had gone up in the world. Our work had brought us to the edge of town, to a two story house with all the amenities that a middle class doctor could ever yearn for. Even so our clientele never shifted, only expanded. rich and poor, my family sought to make life better for everyone of every walk of life.

By the age of 10 I was a very skilled nurse. Both my bedside manner and medical skills were seemingly unmatched, though I doubt many other kids were raised in hospitals. It was around this time that I began to recognize the disconnect I had with other kids. I was amputating limbs while they played kickball outside my window.

I had developed a pride in how different I was, those fools were out wasting time going on dates and talking about crushes, whilst I had matured far faster and clearly was on a better path. This belief held true until the day I met Erina.

She had rushed into the waiting room, mud and rips littering her dress, tears in her eyes, and scrapes all along her hands and knees. She had looked around frantically, before she spotted me and rushed over.

A gaggle of boys had followed in after her, laughing amongst themselves and calling after her mockingly. Only to quickly retreat upon spotting the dozens of adults sitting around.

Once I had gotten a proper look at Erina, my displeasure at her interrupting my brief break with her petty teenage drama was dispersed by the fluttering wings within my stomach.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Diamond blue eyes, framed with wavy blonde hair. She was slender, pale and tall. So tall in fact, I had believed her to be a young woman.

Erina was beautiful and good, everything that I was not. Though much like the boy from the alley, I felt as though I had an understanding of her, one I couldn’t explain.

I don’t know why but I was sure she’d marry a good man who would love her with everything he had, and the things she would bring up about were once again indescribable.

I had taken her to an empty room, patched her up and mended and cleaned her dress the best I could without removing it. It was that day, as She tearfully told me stories of those boys, how they would steal her things, destroy them. How she felt as though she could not have a singular moment of joy to herself without them coming along to ruin it. I had learned Erina was only two years older than me

Desperate to see her again I offered the hospital as a refuge. It was on that day Erina Pendleton dubbed me MJ, and began to visit me on occasion. Not as often as I would have liked, but often enough for me to get to know her, bond with her, fall deeper in love with her.

It was only a year later before I learned of Jonathan Joestar.

Erina spoke with an excitement in her eyes, I could barely understand what she said, as she described her encounter with the boy. I hadn’t learned his name until she showed me the handkerchief he had left behind.

Even just his name sparked something in me, almost like the boy or Erina, but somehow earth shatteringly different. I felt so sure that I knew him, I must’ve the way his name seemed to stir so much feeling in me.

Excitement, fear, confusion, jealousy, all of them swirled together in a sensation so overwhelming it felt like two tangible forces inside of me, one desperate to meet him, the other screaming threat to meet him would spell disaster.

My feelings on the matter were irrelevant, he made Erina happy, happier that I ever could, and that’s all that mattered in the end. I would have to be a fool to believe he was getting in the way of something between us, there was no world where I would ever have a chance to begin with. Even so I wasn’t fond of the boy.

My feelings were only reaffirmed when, Not long into their courting, Erina came to me sobbing. Clothes, sweat, and muddy dirt smeared around her face and a large red fresh blemish across her face.

She wept in my arms for hours, told me of Dio. She had only been vaguely aware of him, Jojo’s adoptive brother, who held some form of grudge against him.

I got a good idea of what kind of person Dio was, conniving and petty. almost parasitic in his quest to take everything he could away from Jojo, including Erina.

Erina had always been a loyal girl, always striving to do right by the people she cared for. so it was no surprise to see her so shaken up by what Dio had done, I couldn’t blame her. to have someone force themselves upon you was bad enough, to learn you were being used to hurt someone you cared about would destroy anyone.

Erina was inconsolable, nothing I said could convince her that what had happened was not her fault, that she wasn’t the one who hurt Jojo. What seemed to hurt her the most was that she couldn’t bring herself to face JoJo again, terrified he would be disgusted with her or she would just hurt him more.

My words brought her no comfort and not long after the incident Erina, consumed by guilt, fled to India with her father to become a nurse. I was shattered to see her go, even with her promise of writing to me.

I sent Erina off with tears, well wishes and, though I didn’t tell her, a knowledge that her beloved Jojo’s presence spelled disaster, along with a desire to never meet him.

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This story was originally intended to be a reader insert, but because of the way the character interacts with the world they needed a name (you’ll see later). Originally I was gonna have their initials be YN but there are so few English names that started with y I gave up.

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ASTRO for Harper’s BAZAAR Korea May 2017 Issue

Scans by: My Deer | Please take out with full credits!

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[170427 FANTAGIO Instagram Updates]

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Where should I buy?

It’s the most wonderful time of the year  where consumers’ treasures appear,  Where merchants’ pockets become full,  where my mother and I argue about my pamasko. 

“Where should I buy my new shoes?”  A rhetorical question for economists,  but a simple question for families,  yet, a debatable question for both parties. 

“At the bazaar,” my mother answered.  “At the mall,” I responded.  The money from my father replied nothing.  With furrowed eyebrows, my light of abode sparked. 

“Son, do not forget our local cobblers -  your fellow Filipinos; it’s Christmas season.  Remember, an Apple a day keeps the MyPhone away.  Always bear in mind to choose the bazaar or it may vanish.” 

“Mom, do not also forget the cobblers around the world - your fellow humans; it’s Christmas season.  Choosing the mall lifts our local workers’ lives. Always bear in mind that they are Filipinos, too” 

“Son, the shoes from the bazaar are durable,  and as resilient as the Filipino people.  It’s from Marikina, the Shoe Capital.  Local does not mean low qual.” 

“Mom, the shoes from the malls are the ‘in,’  and as majestic as MJ, Kobe, and Lebron.  It’s from Nike, the world’s largest shoe company -  The dream footwear of my friends.” 

“Son, Nike is already victorious  for those with golden feet.  Slaves’ sweat made up their products;  Shoemakers were down at heels.”

“Mom, there are also some Filipinos -  those with golden feet -  who exploit local cobblers. Do I have to cancel them, too?” 

“Son, the shoes from the bazaar are nature lovers,  which has released less fumes  That endanger Mother Gaia.  See, phileo for ecology.”  “Mom, local shoes do not mean eco-friendly shoes.  How were they created?  From imported leathers and raw materials?  See, it is not just about fumes.” 

It’s the most wonderful time of the year.  My new shoes were never bought.  The day has already slept.  Noche Buena is getting closer. 

“Where should I buy our Noche Buena package?”

- Turvey Catindig

[savetopnow]

2018-03-16 10 MUSIC now

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[eternal-pie]

Fic list

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Blackbulls

Blackbulls swearing headcanons

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Mr. Ring-a-Ding

Headcanons

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Hitoshi Shinso

Stupid

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Pietro Maximoff

Headcanons

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Pyro

Headcanons

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Bullfrog

Headcanons

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JJBA

MJ’s bazaar dream

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ASTRO × Harper’s Bazaar Korea May 2017 Issue B-Cut Photos

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ASTRO for Harper’s Bazaar Korea May 2017 Issue

Read full interview with Eunwoo here.

Read full interview with Rocky here.

Read full interview with Moonbin here. 

Read full interview with JinJin here and MJ here.

Read full interview with Sanha here.

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ASTRO for Harper's BAZAAR Korea May 2017 Issue

'These 6 attractive boys. ASTRO's refreshing energy'

Screen captured and edited by @arohauniverse

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[HD] Harper’s Bazaar Korea May 2017 Issue - JinJin & MJ

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ASTRO for Harper's BAZAAR Korea May 2017 Issue

Source: @milkisseunwoo

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ASTRO for Harper’s Bazaar Korea May 2017 Issue - MJ

I heard that you’re in charge of ‘fatality’ and ‘provocation’ in ASTRO? My confidence level dropped a bit after today’s filming. I thought I was sexy when i was shooting but after looking at the monitor, I was like an angry person. Seems like I’ve to study up a little more... Shall I describe it as a period of self-reflection? (laughs) But even so, it was nice since I was able to try an experimental style that I’ve always wanted to wear. Clothes with sleeves going down all the way to my knees, with holes ripped in places and of loud colors.

Maybe it’s because of your way of speaking that’s mixed with aegyo or maybe it’s because of your eye smile but I actually thought you were the ‘sweetest’ member. When is that you feel sexy? When I’m sweating on stage and not smiling. (Cha Eunwoo who was quietly listening in, added on, “Hyung, you really look like you’re suffering then. Your make-up’s all gone away. You’re sexy when you’re belting out your high notes.”) I look ugly then though... Okay, it’s when I’m singing but only my neck is sexy and not my face!

Who’s an artist in your age group that has had the greatest amount of influence on you? Sung Si Kyung sunbae-nim and Highlight sunbae-nims. I especially respect Yang Yoseob sunbae-nim. I enjoy watching videos of idol singers performing live. Before I go to sleep, I watched DBSK’s concert video yesterday. While being amazed throughout those two hours and going, “Woah, so it’s possible to create a stage this dynamic.”

I heard that up til now you’ve went through four relationships. I didn’t date any of them for long. I care for them lovingly and listen to everything they say but I couldn’t actually express my feelings properly. If there was something that disappointed me, I’m the type to think over it alone and am a little defensive. I don’t think I’ve ever fully given my heart. Because I’m scared I’ll get hurt.

In an interview, you chose ‘time travel’ as a super power you’d like to possess. What’s your reason? It’s because I want to go back to a time where I was younger and have an early start, preparing myself even more but bit by bit. I'd probably have grown a lot taller if I had slept earlier then (laughs).

Moonbin mentioned that while you’re extremely sensible, you don’t trust in that sensibility and are always doubtful. I worry a lot and am also really shy. But once we get closer I’m more cheerful and animated than anyone else (you know). In particular, I’m confident that my ability to spread positive energy is the best within the team.

Not singing? You’re the lead vocal though. It’s hard to say I’m confident in that. Because I’m at a stage where I need to really grit my teeth and work hard.

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170510 ASTRO’s Bazaar (Mission) Box

Source: Harper’s BAZAAR Korea

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170418 Harper's BAZAAR Korea Official Instagram Update:

5월호 <바자>가 포착한 매력적인 이슈. #바자_하이라이트

✔이토록 풋풋한 여섯 소년들. 아스트로의 청량한 에너지

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170510 ASTRO for Harper’s Bazaar Korea May 2017 Issue

Source: Harper's BAZAAR Korea

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170424 Harper's BAZAAR Korea Instagram Update:

풋풋한 여섯 소년 #아스트로(@officialastro) 와 함께한 바자 #5월호! 청량한 에너지가 흘렀던 촬영장 비하인드를 공개합니다✨ 아스트로의 화보와 인터뷰는 👉 바자 5월호와 웹사이트에서 만나보세요! 바이오링크 클릭✔