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The chosen one || Charles Leclerc 16

type: multi shot // part 1 pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 1.7k summary: you've seen him before, right? requested: no! Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: SCI-FI! mentions of car crash, flashbacks, anxiety, unconsciousness, overprotectiveness, bad writing? idk! notes: this is actually based on a few shows combines, sort of manifest! the lost city! and a bit of my own twists and imagination. I hope you'll like it. lmk what you think about it.

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University, something rare, especially in your family. Being a 22 year old female, 2 brothers, both older than you, working, so you could go to school, being the only one in the family who’s been capable of actually attending university. You weren’t rich, on the contrary, your parents didn’t work, your father having a drinking problem, your mother not being anywhere to be found. She left your side the minute you were born, leaving you in your fathers and brothers hands. Things were rough, especially when you were around the age of primary school, your father not being able to cope with everything that had been going on in his life, thinking drinking would be the solution. Your brothers took care of you most of the time, till you were able to take care of yourself.

School was easy for you, always making sure your homework was finished in time, helping your brothers, who were 6 years older than you were, take care of cleaning the house, doing groceries, even helping with the finances since your father wasn’t capable of that. That’s how, when you were 12 years old, you knew how to pay taxes. Your got your first job when you were 13, only to make sure you and your brothers wouldn’t get kicked out of the house. It wasn’t much, but you wanted to help, handing in every single piece of money you’d get so you could somewhat have a normal life, and wouldn’t be separated from your family.

Now, almost 10 years later, you were working at one of the biggest companies in your country, earning, along with your brothers, just enough money to live your life with them, since your father was in rehab, also financed by Bryan, Tom and yourself. University was expensive, so that’s why you decided to do a shortened program, 3 years instead of 4. However, this meant you not being able to work full-time anymore, and when you told your brothers, they didn’t hesitate to work more to be able to pay for your uni.

Your brothers were really protective over their little sister, especially when you told them one of your friends asked you to join them for a holiday to Italy. ‘’Are you sure you want to go? What if something happens?’’ Tom, the oldest of the two told you. ‘’Yeah, it’s my first holiday, and I’m almost finished with my uni, I have one week off right now, it’s perfect.’’ You convinced them, and they agreed, but you couldn’t turn off your phone, had to text them every single day, and call them every evening. At first you found it annoying, but you understood their concerns, especially with everything that happened when you were little, you were their little sister.

Italy, one of the most beautiful countries in the world, at least, you thought so. The flowery scent in the air, the sun being at its highest, leaving a beautiful tan on peoples bodies. The language, which was one of the many you learned, being able to speak it fluently after some years of studying it.

You were in the hotel, along with your friend, who’s parents paid for the holiday. You told them they didn’t have to, wanting to pay your part, but they insisted. ‘’Let’s go out, tonight, there’s this club, and they have such a beautiful outlay, maybe you’ll meet a cute Italian guy.’’ You simply rolled your eyes, giggling at Stacy’s comment. ‘’I don’t know, Tom and Bryan said I-‘’ ‘’Yeah, yeah, they don’t have to know, come on Y/N, lets have some fun, okay?’’ Stacy practically begged you.

So that’s why you were here, alone, in the hotel room. Stacy met some Italian girls earlier and you told her to join them, not to worry about you and have fun. You just got off the call with your brothers, but decided to not tell them you were alone in the hotel room, because even though you were somewhere safe in a hotel, you knew they would get worried, and you wanted to prevent that.

It was 2 am, when you all of a sudden got a massive headache, your eyes closing tightly when your hand reached for the right side of your head, a groan escaping your lips. You took some deep breaths, one… two… but the pain wasn’t going away. You started to think, maybe you didn’t drink enough water, or maybe you were a little stressed. Many scenario’s filling your head when you sat down on the couch.

Then, all of a sudden, your headache left your body, as well as your consciousness. You didn’t faint, no, but your mind was blank, your eyes wide open as you got something that looked like a flashback, however it wasn’t your flashback…

‘’We need to run!’’ The lady with the black, wavy, long hair held the hand of a man, stones tumbling down from the high walls around them. The air was thick, making it hard to breath, hard to move even.

‘’Go, my love, save yourself.’’ The man said, pushing the woman to the exit of the building, just in time, because the moment the woman fell to the ground, the building collapsed, everything tumbling down, burying the art, the furniture, the whole building breaking down, taking everything inside along with it.

You gasped, like you were holding your breath the entire time, and looked down at the table you were sat at. A pen in your hand, paper on top of the table, a face drawn onto the paper, the face of the man, the letter C in the corner of the paper.

Weeks went by, and you started to see a pattern. Surely you still focussed on your university, because it was one of the most important things in your life at the moment, for both yourself and your family. However, the days you weren’t working on your projects, you were locked in your room, researching till the middle of the night. Hallucinations, apparitions, you googled almost everything, even psychiatric stories because you thought you were losing your mind. The headaches came back, at least once a week, every Friday evening at around 11 P.M. you found yourself passed out in bed, for at least 5 minutes. It differed between 5 minutes, to sometimes even an hour, that’s why you always locked your door, telling your brothers you were going to bed at exactly 10:45 P.M. every night.

Your spare notebook was filled with research, words, drawings. It was like you had created an entire story in the book, from beginning to end, only some pieces were missing and you felt determined and maybe even obligated to find those missing pieces to end your story, or someone else’s story.

The next week you went to school, by bus, seated in the backseats, listening to some music through your earphones and reaching for your notebook. It had become a ritual by now, a steady schedule you never seemed to change. However, something that day forced your schedule to change, because you heard a voice, far away, but clear.

‘’Stop the bus…’’

You looked up from your notebook, taking your earphones out of your ears, turning left and then right, trying to see who the woman was that was speaking to you. You expected to see a woman around your age being seated at your side, whispering things in your ear, but instead, you saw no one.

‘’Stop the bus…’’

You heard it again, and again, and again. At first, your solution was ignoring the voice that was being heard in your ears, blasting music through your earphones, hoping it would soon go away, but the universe thought differently.

‘’STOP!!!’’

The voice got louder the moment the bus stop neared, making you take out your earphones once again and taking a quick look around. When nobody was watching, you pressed the red STOP button on your right, feeling the bus slow down and turn to the right, parking at the bus stop.

The doors opened, and instead of getting out, you stayed seated, shaking your head slightly because once again, you thought you had been fooled, fooled by your own mind, because you were going insane. However, the moment the bus closed its doors again, you heard an extremely loud bang, a big, loud wave of sounds washing through the streets, making the bus shake ever so slightly. The reason for the bang? A crash, two cars crashed on the road your bus was just driving on, meaning that if you wouldn’t have pressed that red button, your bus would have also been a part of that horrible crash.

‘’y/n, y/n are you okay?’’ Tom and Bryan heard about the crash since it was just a small town you lived in, and news spread immensely quick.

‘’Yeah, yeah, I’m alright, don’t worry.’’ You were walking on your school’s campus, your eyes closed as you let our a soft sigh when you leaned against the brick wall, your mind running over the events that happened on your way to school.

‘’We’ll drop you off to school next time, what if you had gotten in that crash? You could have ended up in the hosp-‘’ ‘’Well, I did not, okay? I’m fine! And you will not drop me off at school, I’m 22, I can go by myself thank you very much.’’ You loved your brothers, and you appreciated their concerns, but sometimes it could be too much.

‘’Hey girl.’’ Stacy walked towards you, wrapping her arms around you to give you a hug. ‘’Who’s that?’’ You heard your brother on the other side of the phone, making you roll your eyes and let out a groan. ‘’The queen of England, I need to go, bye.’’ You ended the phone call, hearing Stacy giggle as you put your phone in your back pocket.

‘’Noway, you drew that?!’’ Stacy was going through your notebook, the one in which you drew the face of the man of your flashbacks. ‘’Give that back!’’ You reached for the book, closing it once it was in your hands and you immediately put it back in your bag. ‘’I didn’t know you were a F1 fan too, oh my god.’’ She was smiling like crazy, looking you in the eye.

‘’Wait, what?’’

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morimakesfanart · 3 years

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Sindria's Prophet #16

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~POV Sinbad~ Mori wasn't just a Prophet, she had immense knowledge of her own that was going to make Sindria untouchable. Sinbad was going to achieve his dream much sooner than he had ever imagined. Mori was special; intelligent, clever, capable, and she could read the waves of Fate. Was there any other woman as attractive? The unknown craving that had plagued him for the past week was placated. Delicious wine, beautiful women, delicious food -none of his normal pleasures had fulfilled whatever that feeling was, but for some reason this moment with the his Beautiful Prophet was. "And now you're *my* kind and generous King Sinbad, ... Right?" Mori's bashful confidence was always endearing, but hearing her call him 'my King' in person made something snap in him. They were in a corner and Mori is small; he could easily block view of her in case any of the magicians turned around. He wouldn't even have to lean that far to get a taste of her. "DO EITHER OF YOU Have an ounce of self awareness??” Ja'far popped the bubble that had formed around the two.

King Sinbad froze. Everyone in the room was watching them. Sinbad stood up straight. He shouldn't exactly continue his plans with an audience. He removed his hand from the window and crossed his arms. Yam was practically shaking the magician next to her. "I wasn't the only one to see it this time!” An older magician with a beard laughed and said something like 'to be young.' Another said something a long the lines of "So it's like that then." Ja'far was still grumbling about his King's behavior -he should know better by now, he promised he wouldn't, etc. but 1. Sinbad didn't do anything wrong, and 2. he said he knew what he was doing -he knew how to handle flirting with Mori; he never said anything about not flirting with her. "And you, Lady Prophet," Ja'far changed targets. 'Oh?' Sinbad didn't expect Mori to be reprimanded for his flirting -although, she did flirt back. Ja'far continued, "You said that you knew about Sin's habits so wouldn't fall for him or-" "AAAAAH" Yamuraiha yelled over the other General as she crossed the room as fast as she could, and clapped a hand over his mouth. She turned to the King and Prophet with wide eyes and a forced smile. "Your Majesty! Mori! Would you like to see the spell again with our new changes?!" She didn't let go of Ja'far. The group of magicians started supporting her suggestion with "Let us show you," "I'm sure we've got it this time," and reciting the changes to the formula. They were clearly trying to stop Ja'far from discouraging Mori. Sinbad had no idea why they suddenly decided to become his wingmen, but it was convenient for him since he planed to do more than flirt with her later. Mori walked up to the Generals, although she only addressed Yamuriaha. "Yes, please! Even if it's not perfect I'd like to see your progress!" She spoke with the same forced enthusiasm as Yam. Sinbad only got a glimpse before Mori's back was to him, but her face was definitely a brighter red than it had been a moment ago. She was getting better at flirting with him, but she couldn't hold her composure for long. The King laughed as the head magician practically body checked Ja'far out of her way and left him out of the group before they preformed the newly revised spell. This time it produced a mostly clear stone. It wasn't a high quality diamond, but they had done it. They would have to be careful with this though since it could lower the market value of whatever they make. As they figured out the specifics for every substance they needed, Sindria could become fully self sufficient -they would still deal in trade so as to not completely leave the rest of the world behind. It was amazing. His magicians were amazing for being able to figure this out in such a short time, and his Prophet was just as -if not even more- amazing for knowing all of this and being able to explain it to them. When the excitement around the magic spell died down they finally showed him the microscope. It was a prototype so they had to be gentle with it. Two pieces of glass with water squished between them were slid under and when Sinbad looked through the lenses he saw the strange small creatures that Mori had written about. Seeing them forced him to accept that what Mori wrote about 'germs' had to be true too -and those were even smaller than these things. Looking at those things squirming around and knowing they were everywhere made his skin crawl. The King stopped looking through the device. "They really are real." "Yup." Mori responded plainly. "And now that you all know and have proof. There's going to have to be a lot of changes. The way illnesses are handled is obvious, but there's going to have to be a lot more changes to how food and housing and things are handle to better maintain sanitary environments. I know a bunch of sanitation procedures so I can help there too." Ja'far was rubbing his temples. "This is going to be a logistical nightmare. Do you realize that we are going to have to fix all those things and get all Sindrians to understand without having it affect our production or

trade??" "It's not like we're doing this alone." Mori tried to comfort him. "We'll figure something out." The conversation moved to this new problem. His Beautiful Prophet really was something else. She had solutions to problems they didn't even know they had. Mori had a habit of using her hands whenever she talked -even more when she was excited. She was cute and deserved to know, but she was in the middle of helping his people so he would hold his tongue and just watch her. If Sinbad was honest, he had stopped listening to the conversation a while ago and was just looking for an opportunity to finally ask Mori -and Yam of course- if they would join him for dinner so he could get all of his Generals more aquatinted with her. Someone mentioned a specific scroll in one of the libraries. Before the whole group could drag Mori out of the room, King Sinbad raised a hand and got everyone's attention. "I know there's a lot to do, but I have some things to discuss with my Beautiful Prophet as well." Mori looked back at him. "What is it?” It seemed that nickname wasn't as affective as before -hopefully it was just the timing. "Is it something we can talk about here?” "I was thinking we could talk over dinner," Sinbad paused to see how she would respond to the implications. Mori's eyes widened and her shoulders tensed, and best of all that blush came back. "With all of my Generals, of course." Mori blushed harder realizing he was messing with her. Yam looked disappointed at first -his Generals cared way to much about him finding a wife- but then she looked content with being a part of the plan. "You might have met them, and know them from reading Fate but they still don't know you yet." He finished. Yam spoke first. "This is a great idea. Pisti was just telling me that she wanted to get to know Mori." Mori regained her composer. "I'd like to get to know everyone personally too, so I'm find with this." It was a roundabout way of saying 'yes.' Her blush was gone but she was still embarrassed. With that settled, Ja'far let Yam and Mori know when dinner would be ready. It was a little earlier than he normally ate but this would give them more time to mingle before they'd be completely out of sunlight. "Well then," the King turned to his Prophet, "since we have some time beforehand-" "OH no you don't!" Ja'far cut in. "You've already had a long enough break *and* you plan on ending early today? The least you can do is work your butt off until then." --- ~POV Mori~ The King was pushed out of the room by his right hand man. I had a mix of relief and longing watching him go. "You'll see his Majesty again soon." Yam had a sweet smile on her face, but I knew better than to trust it. All eyes were on me and they were no longer the eyes of academics; they were hungry for gossip. I was not ready to explain why shipping us was a bad idea. "So about that scroll you mentioned earlier..." I completely shifted conversation back to the eventual rebuilding effort and luckily one of them obliged me.

I was lead to one of the libraries and handed a few scrolls on the construction used in the country. I had read a little on ancient construction methods out of interest and some on modern methods since my uncle worked in the industry. I had a little bit of experience with construction when I worked at a community theater, but it wouldn't be anything the people here wouldn't know. That paired with these documents showing how magic was used in the process made what little I did know completely useless. 'Can't know everything I guess.' I turned my head up towards the ceiling. I wasn't sure how much time I had left and I decided to use it soaking up the ambience of the library. The smell of paper, the maze-esc layouts, the quiet feeling; it's like a gentle space separate from the rest of the world. The libraries of the Black Libra Tower also had huge windows to let in a ton of natural lighting. I was really going to enjoy working in this place. --- Yam and I ended up lost in conversation, so someone ended up being sent to bring us to the dinner. When we finally arrived and opened the doors to the dining hall my nose was filled with the smell of herbs and delicious food. This was my first meal that wasn't paired with bitter medicine. I might have been procrastinating subconsciously to avoid the medicine I was no longer taking. Everyone was already there chatting. The long table was covered with food, but I couldn't make out any of it from the door. King Sinbad was sitting at the head of the table at the other end of the room with a goblet in his hand. Yamuraiha started in ahead of me and called into the room. "I'm sorry we're so late! We were talking about magical proofs and," she rambled in her explanation. I heard a few comments of congrats for getting better and said "Thanks" reflexively more than consciously. As I got closer, I ignored the Generals at the table to look at the spread. There were a few different types of fish, meat of some kind, a bunch of vegetables, and bread. It brought tears to my eyes; It was so beautiful. The Imuchukk laughed at my obvious interest in the food. "What are you waiting for? There plenty for everyone." He was sitting closest to the door. I didn't look away from the food when I answered. "I'm small with a small stomach so I'm going to need to pace myself to be able to eat a little of everything. If I save the best for last like I normally do then I might not even get to eat it." That garnered laughs and comments. I ignored them; I was too busy weighing my options. As the guest of honor I was placed at the opposite end of the table from King Sinbad. Thank goodness, because I didn't think I could handle being super close to him all evening. Even with the direct line of sight, I had distance to protect me. Yam sat on the other side of Hina from me. Pisti was on my other side. Sharrkan was across from Yam. Spartos was between Yam and Ja'far. Drakon was across from Ja'far. And Masrur was between Drakon and Sharrkan.

I picked up my plate to get food. "Alright. I've decided to just grab my favorites. If I have room later then so be it!" I was used to being watched while I eat so their stares didn't bother me. I covered my plate in all of the types of fish and some vegetables. "I take it you like fish?" Sinbad asked while I was taking some of the fish that was on his end of the table. "It's my favorite!" I answered excitedly. I could tell as I placed the grilled fish on my plate that it was going to be heavenly. It was already flaking and letting the smell reach me faster. I couldn't wait to get back to my seat and took a bite of the fish. It melted in my mouth. I let out a squeak of approval as I grabbed another bite. After a moment Sinbad asked me another question. "What do you think of greasy foods?" It felt pointed. "I'll eat it if it's the only option, but I'm not a fan." The Generals made some comments that amounted to, "They have the same taste." I was too busy enjoying my food to think about what they were saying. Pisti asked me her own pointed question as I sat down. "Do you like alcohol?" They were comparing me to Sinbad. I suddenly remembered the Official Character Encyclopedia. According to it, Sinbad's favorite food was fish, his least favorite was greasy, and his favorite snacks were the types that paired well with alcohol. "I'm not a big drinker, but it's not like I dislike alcohol. I'm just allergic to sulfites." "Huh?" The group asked in unison. Time to explain one of my allergies again. "Sulfites are a very useful preservative so it was also added to a lot of foods back home including alcohol. All grape wines produce sulfites naturally. When I ingest about 2 shots of a drink that contains sulfites I will struggle to breathe for about an hour." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, the goblet of wine I didn't realize was in front of me was grabbed by Hinahoho. They all looked panicked at each other like they had just dodged a bullet. In an attempt to relieve the tension, Sinbad asked Yam to catch everyone up on the meeting from earlier. Yam started ranting about the progress we had made with the alchemy magic. While they focused on reclaiming the mood, I focused on the delicious food. I tried a root vegetable on my plate. It was a little earthy with a subtle sweetness. The seasoning added to the sweet, but also had a little spice similar to cracked pepper. It had been streamed so it wasn't crunchy. I was asked to repeated what I told Sin and Ja'far earlier about the tech of home, Their questions had me explain more about my world and many of the things I had done: volunteer work to get scholarships, marketing for some networking organizations and some other companies, an assistant and teacher in out of school programs for 6 years while also working at a theater to pay for my own education. I only mentioned some of the places I had traveled to. I didn't even get to the things I did as hobbies or in working toward my dream of being a full time writer&artist. "I'm surprised by how much you say you've done." Drakon commented. I had heard similar before when talking about my past. "Is it really that shocking? Considering my age, I think it makes sense for me to have done a bit." It's more shocking that I was doing all that while getting so sick from my chronic illnesses that I would be fully bedridden and need a machine to breathe at least once a year until I turned 15. But I had also ate up inspiration porn as a child as a motivation to not let my body hold me back if I could. "Aren't we around the same age?" Yam asked me in response. I laughed. "Do I look 23 to you?" I've been mistaken for much younger than I actually was for as long as I could remember. It 1st became a problem when I turned 18 and got told I was clearly 12 with a fake ID when trying to buy an M rate game (Devil May Cry btw). "You're not?” ”Nope.” I rested my elbows on the table, interlocked my fingers, and I placed my chin on top with a smile, "But I'm curious how old you all think I am now." At 25 I was mistaken for a 14

year old. At least, a few months back someone thought I was legal (they guessed 19). Most realized I had to be older the more they talked to me, but their impressions never fully dissipated. As frustrating as it was, I found amusement in times like this by turning my age into a guessing game. Sharkkan had the face of someone fearing they had hit on someone too young. "You are at least 20, right?” They all suddenly looked worried. "I'm definitely older than 20." I answered. Pisti laughed. She was also short with a baby face; she knew my struggle. "Maybe she's older than Ja'far!” Of course she would make the closest guess. "There's no way she's older than me." Ja'far scoffed. "I am older than 25 though.” I could have teased him but I held my tongue since he already seemed annoyed with me. "How old are you then?” Hina asked. "I'm 29.” I smiled at everyone's surprise. I might only have surface levels similarities to Sinbad, but when you're a simp for a fictional character does that really matter? "I was born on April 7th so I should only be 5 days younger than King Sinbad since he was born on the 2nd. However, I don't know if there's a time dilation between my world and this one. The day we met was Oct 3rd for me back home. It wasn't the same date here, was it?" Sinbad is 29, Ja'far is 25, and Masrur is 20 during the Balbadd arc; their 2nd set of ages are 30, 26, and 21 respectfully. Ja'far's birthday is Aug 30th and Masrur's is Dec 27. Those 2nd ages listed can't be for right after the 6 month time skip because no matter how you calculate it the shortest distance between those 3 birthdays is 8 months. I was really interested in how the current arbiter of this world was going to figure this out. "It was Oct 3rd here too." "Oh. Well, that's convenient," was what I said while my thoughts were cursing the arbiter. 'That lazy son of a bitch synced the worlds so they wouldn't have to deal with a time dilation. I can feel it. Hold on... I arrived on Oct 3rd; the coup was 4 days later on the 7th. 6 months later would mean Sinbad arrives back in Sindria on my birthday. Did some 'real me' somewhere plan a b-day present for myself in some self-indulgent fanfiction??' ((Yes. Yes, I did UwU & I plan on making Mori panic then too.)) King Sinbad had that smile on his face that told me he was ready to flirt. "I didn't realize we were so close in age." No colors got in my way when he talked. That was good. I was desensitized again, and wouldn't have to deal with unnecessary distractions. I couldn't tease Ja'far, but I could tease his Majesty. "I know, right? It's amazing what the difference of 5 days can do for one's complexion." Sinbad froze and his expression went blank. Something that was probably wine sprayed across the table as Sharkkan had a spit take before erupting into laughter with Hinahoho and Pisti. "Oh my" Yam murmured with a hand over her mouth. Drakon , Spartos, and Ja'far stared at me in disbelief. Sinbad still wasn't responding... Maybe teasing him about his age was a bad idea. So far, unless it was something important I flirted with Sinbad since that was the best way to get on his good side; hearing something like this from me must have hurt a bit extra. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I forgot just how sensitive he was about his age. I ended up flailing my hands from nerves, and to get his attention. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that when I know how self conscious you are." He flinched. "I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but you won't look any older than you do now 5 years from now..." "I uh.. Is that so?" Sinbad asked as he started to regain himself. "It is. You'll be just as-” "If you're willing to talk about the future, does that mean you are finally ready to explain about those calamities you mentioned in Balbadd?" Ja'far cut in with a fierce look. He had been waiting for any mention of the future to bring this up. The King spoke with a gentle but stern tone. "I don't know if this is the time for that conversation. This is Mori's first meal with

everyone after all." "I'm fine. I made a promise and I intend to keep it. As long as everyone else is willing to talk seriously for a few mins, I don't see the problem." I had been avoiding this conversation for long enough. There were things I still planned to keep secret, but I couldn't avoid having this conversation forever. And besides, I could feel in the waves that Ja'far wasn't going to let this night end unless I explained some of it. ((I have the next 3 chapters written but it's going to take me a bit to draw all of illustrations & comics. Also, good luck to all the students reading this. I know classes are starting up again. Be safe out there.))

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shellibisshe · 5 years

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Literally just do all of the asks (besides the ones you've done already) I'm nosy and I'm love you >:O

ask and ye shall receive

long post ahead

2.) A picture of me:

3.) How many tattoos I have and what they are:

I have none :)

4.) Last time I cried and why:

literally yesterday. I made eye contact with my friend Jaylen who’s on the dance team for our band. it’s her senior year and she’s had a lot of health problems and yesterday was the last time she got to perform her routine for our field show

5.) Piercings I have:

none, not even my ears are pierced

7.) Biggest turn offs:

someone who says they’re open to other opinions but clearly isn’t. also someone who cries to their parents when someone is mean to them

8.) Top 5 (insert subjects):

I’ll do top five books;

1. Mosquitoland by David Arnold

2. Kids of Appetite by David Arnold

3. I Stop Somewhere by Te Carter

4. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

5. An Abundance of Katherines by John Green

9.) Tattoos I want:

maybe like,,, a tiny airplane? because i like to travel? or something small.

10.) biggest turn ons:

when someone is caring but not too much. when someone is open minded

11.) Age:

17 I’ll be 18 in like,,,5 or 6 months

12.) Ideas of a perfect date:

okay so listen,,, my family owns some property up in the mountains. so my perfect date would literally just be going and getting like fast food and then going up to that property to just sit and talk

13.) Life goal:

to become a psychiatrist

14.) Piercings I want:

none

15.) Relationship status:

Single

17.) A fact about my life:

I was raised partly in West Virginia by my dad’s parents but I live in Pennsylvania. my grandparents on that side would watch me during the day so my parents could go to work.

18.) Phobia:

Acrophobia

19.) Middle name:

Jae, after my dad

20.) Height:

5’3”

21.) Are you a virgin?

22.) What’s your shoe size?

I have tiny feet,,, size 6/ 6 and a half. even 5 depending on the shoe

23.) What’s your sexual orientation?

bicurious. I’m not quite bi but I don’t think I’m straight either and I know that isn’t exactly what bicurious is but that’s the closest I can get.

24.) Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?

nope

25.) Someone you miss:

my dad’s mom. she was really close to me when I was younger

26.) What’s one thing you regret?

trusting certain people

27.) First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:

Ryan Reynolds

28.) Favorite ice cream:

coffee flavored Haagen Daz!

29.) One insecurity:

that whatever I make won’t be good enough

30.) What my last text message says:

“I’m going with Morgan at 4 to help her pick out table setting for her wedding”

31.) Have you ever taken a picture naked?

no I’m a good child (but ya know it’s your body you do you)

32.) Have you ever painted your room?

yes. both accidentally when I was little and on purpose when I got older

33.) Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?

34.) Have you ever slept naked?

35.) Have you ever danced in front of your mirror?

nope I don’t like dancing

36.) Have you ever had a crush?

literally a thousand both real and fictional

37.) Have you ever been dumped?

nope I’ve only been in one relationship and I ended it

38.) Have you ever stolen money from a friend?

no but I’ve not paid someone back after they got me something and I’ve felt bad ever since

39.) Have you every gotten in a car with people you just met?

40.) Have you ever been in a fist fight?

no but I got really close one time because this giant dude in my grade threatened to punch me and I said “Do it you won’t” and spoiler he didn’t

41.) Have you ever snuck out of your house?

nope I’m too tired and clumsy

42.) Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?

HAVE I EVER HAD FEELINGS FOR SOMEONE WHO DIDNT HAVE THEM BACK?? YES ALL THE TIME

43.) Have you ever been arrested?

44.) Have you ever made out with a stranger?

ew no

45.) Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere?

like,,, I’ve met guy friends to hang out with them

46.) Have you ever left your house without telling your parents?

no my mom knows my every move half the time

47.) Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor?

ew no all my neighbors are old white guys

48.) Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?

49.) Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?

HECK YEA like two weekends ago I shared a bed with a girl in a hotel room

50.) Have you ever seen someone die?

51.) Have you ever been on a plane?

yes and I hate it

52.) Have you ever kissed a picture?

53.) Have you ever slept in until 3?

yes back in the day when I would watch Toonami

54.) Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now?

yes

55.) Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?

yesss my family used to have a trampoline that’s all I did on that thing

56.) Have you ever made a snow angel?

yes

57.) Have you ever played dress up?

yes

58.) Have you ever cheated while playing a game?

I cheat at the sims

59.) Have you ever been lonely?

yeeeeep

60.) Have you ever fallen asleep at work/ school?

yes and my teacher just let me sleep

61.) Have you ever been to a club?

62.) Have you ever felt an earthquake?

63.) Have you ever touched a snake?

64.) Have you ever ran a red light?

bud I don’t even drive over the speed limit

65.) Have you ever been suspended from school?

nope

66.) Have you ever had detention?

in like elementary school

67.) Have you ever been in a car accident?

a minor one, no one was injured. a college student hit me and my mom when we were in my dad’s huge ass truck.

68.) Have you ever hated the way you look?

yes

69.) Have you ever witnessed a crime?

70.) Have you ever pole danced?

71.) Have you ever been lost?

physically, mentally, and emotionally

72.) Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country?

73.) Have you ever felt like dying?

74.) Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?

yes

75.) Have you ever sang karaoke?

77.) Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?

literally every day at lunch

78.) Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger?

79.) Have you ever kissed in the rain?

80.) Have you ever sang in the shower?

yes I ~perform~

81.) Have you ever made out in a park?

nope

83.) Have you ever glued your hand to something?

almost?

84.) Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole?

#part two coming soon #shellibanswers #upchxrch

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(1) I don't know if you've struggled with this before but have you ever wondered how you could use your talents in a career that would help others and do God's work? I'm at a difficult point in my life right now. I think what I'm best at is languages. I was raised bilingual in Spanish and English, and majored in Asian Studies with a concentration in Japanese language. I mostly use the first two languages (Spanish with my family, and English because I live in the USA).

(2) My dream was to get a job after graduation where I’d be able to use Japanese since I was super passionate about it. Things didn’t go as planned because I don’t live in an area with many Japanese speakers. I tried looking into things like internships outside my state and country, but then… some bad things happened. First, I had to undergo surgery for a condition I didn’t even know I had. It was a very scary experience, and I feel like a lot of my emotional problems stem from it. (3) Then, my grandma was diagnosed with breast cancer, and had to undergo two surgeries. She also has severe Alzheimer’s and can’t do many things on her own. I’m her main caretaker since my parents can’t give up their jobs, and I don’t work, so my mom puts me in charge of her while my parents are at work. A lot of other difficult things happened. I don’t have friends because everyone moved on, got jobs elsewhere, got married, etc. while I’m just at home the majority of the time.(4) I get debilitating panic attacks, and there have been times when I’ve not wanted to live anymore because I feel so sad and useless. I feel like at one point, people had high hopes for me, and then I disappointed everyone. It’s been about four years since I took my last Japanese class. Even though my online friends come to me for help with translating things like manga dialogue or Jpop lyrics, I don’t know if my Japanese is even good enough to use for something like a real job anymore. (5) Also, some medications I was put on to keep my health under control make me light-headed as a side effect, so I sometimes feel slower and more brain-foggy than I was when I was taking classes. I’ve lost confidence in my learning abilities compared to how fast I would learn stuff before. I feel like I’ve been so stagnant these past few years. And it’s hard when I don’t have a support system of friends. I love God. I put a lot of faith in God, I pray every day, and I know He cares about me. (6, last message) But I still feel lost. I haven’t had luck with finding a job, even part-time jobs that have nothing to do with Japanese. It’s hard. It’s just tough convincing myself that I haven’t messed up, and that there still might be hope for me. I’m sorry if I’m bothering you but I was wondering if maybe you could give me suggestions on how I could possibly start fixing myself so that I can be of more use to God. Also, prayers for me and my family would be appreciated. Thank you so much. —Hi there,You aren’t bothering me! I apologize for taking so long to respond to this. First thing I want to address in this message is you say it’s hard convincing yourself that you haven’t messed up.. Why do you feel your career going differently than planned is a result of you messing up? You couldn’t help that there were not any job opportunities in your area and that you needed surgery that set you back in terms of looking for jobs.. Generally speaking, being unemployed and searching in the job market is a tough spot for anyone to be in, regardless of which career it is. The job market has been difficult for quite sometime now.. I remember when I was between jobs, it was hard to just get an interview and a chance to prove myself, so the idea of actually getting the job can feel very discouraging nowadays. This isn’t your fault.. people who are qualified for jobs have difficulty finding them simply because the job market is saturated and there is competition. A lot of times, people know someone on the inside who puts a good word in for them and that’s how they get their foot in the door. You shouldn’t feel like it’s your fault that it’s been difficult to find work. Honestly, find comfort in the fact that you are certainly not alone in this struggle. I have definitely struggled with wondering how God could use me for His work in the career I went to college for. Like I mentioned above, there was a period of time I was out of work because the job I had been promised for after graduation fell through due to budget cuts. During the period when I was between jobs, there was a long stretch of time where I wasn’t getting any interviews and I fell into a very negative mindset. I was feeling angry with myself and completely discouraged, wanting to give up on the career I worked so many years for. The enemy was really doing a number on me during that time and I kept telling myself, “This is useless, I don’t even understand how He could use a career in healthcare to spiritually help people. I wasted all those years in college on something I can’t even find a job for and won’t even help people spiritually and give me chances to do His work.” But in His timing (and there was a good period of waiting I had to do), He opened the right doors for me and once He did, things fell into place effortlessly. I saw clearer how every door I tried to force open in my own will didn’t open because He had a reason. He wanted me a certain place in the time He set for it, and the ones I was trying to push for in my own power weren’t it. And in hindsight, I realized He was protecting me - because I later found out one of the places I had been interviewed for and thought was a serious possibility was a really unhealthy work environment that I would have been very unhappy in. Instead, when He opened the doors, I ended up in work environment where I could truly flourish and learn. I have coworkers who are caring and teach me what they know and in turn, I teach the people who come after me what I learn. I’ve built my confidence and became more independent in my job, in ways I never thought were possible because I trusted Him to do the work in me where I was unsure and scared. I came to realize that you don’t have to work in a church to be able to do His work. It brings me joy to show my coworkers love and help them when they need it. I know how much it means to me when people help me when I’m overwhelmed by a large workload or am facing something that is confusing to me, so I’m more than happy to return that favor. I hope when I show them that care and love coming from my heart, that they can see Christ’s love in me. I’ve learned that you can show Christ’s love by being there for people when they feel comfortable enough to open up to you during a quiet moment at work about something going on in their personal lives. I show love for the patients I’m playing a role in helping during their time of medical need by treating them as I would my own family. And I wouldn’t have ever thought ahead of time that it was possible at work, but He has opened opportunities for me to witness for Christ by sharing His Word with a coworker I befriended who opened up to me about emotional pains and regrets he has been dealing with for many years. I’ve written down quite a bit of scripture for him and even got to give him a Bible. This experience taught me that He has work for us in any setting, even settings we may think are the least likely.I understand that there are many factors that pose challenges for you in your situation, but always remember that all things are possible with Christ. Your mom has likely put you in charge of taking care of your grandmother since you are still out of work, but I am guessing that if you were to find a job, she would work with you to make arrangements so that you can start putting your career in motion? If you are concerned about your grandmother having proper care when you find a job, I would suggest to definitely talk with your mom about this. Regarding the panic attacks, I can only imagine how upsetting that must be to deal with, but it doesn’t mean you won’t be able to find and hold a job.. same applies to your loss of confidence in learning abilities. It’s very easy to be fearful that you can’t do it when you haven’t done something for a long time. I’ve been there, I know that scary feeling. But once you get into the routine of a new job, you will see it’s not as frightening as you think it is. Your confidence will grow with each passing day as you see yourself doing what you thought was impossible. Find peace in the fact that panic attacks and lack of confidence are not too big for our God to handle. Trust that He can and will carry you through this!I hope reading about my experience encourages you with the truth that God can and will provide opportunities at your future job for you to do His work.. even while you are waiting to find a job, you are still doing His work by taking care of your grandmother. Taking care of a sick person is something that requires a lot of dedication, love, and sacrifice. It’s not an easy job and is definitely not something that everyone is cut out for. It’s honestly very admirable that you are able to do this! So don’t lose sight of that.I will pray for you and your family.. Don’t lose hope and seek Him for guidance as to what steps you should take next. I hope this has been helpful to you and if there’s anything else you want to talk about, please feel free to message me!

#God #asks #anon #work #God's work #confidence #anxiety

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