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NOVACANE

Summary: After dealing with a traumatic event in Desiree's past life she decided to keep her heart closed off and didn't have any desire to love again until she met him.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE, PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

word count: 4378

Jey Uso x Desiree

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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"Open up to me mama,"

"Let me show you how you're supposed to be loved, fuck what everyone else is talking about,"

"I want you and only you,"

"Don't hold nothing back from me, don't shut me out of what you're feeling because I am not going anywhere,"

DESIREE A few years back, I experienced something incredibly traumatic while I was with Jayden. During that time, all he seemed to care about was selling drugs with his gang friends or working on his rap album. If things didn't go as planned, he would come home and take out his frustrations on me.

I found myself feeling utterly powerless in my situation with him, but I was incredibly grateful to have the opportunity to move in with my best friend, Bianca. Her kindness and generosity in welcoming me into her home made all the difference, especially since I had nowhere else to turn.

I started to adopt a more indifferent and aloof attitude, particularly when men approached me for my number. I would simply ignore them as if they didn't exist. To make ends meet, I chose to work at a tattoo shop while also stripping on the side for some extra cash.

I made the difficult decision to shut myself off from everyone, especially men, to protect my heart from further pain and the possibility of abuse. That all changed one fateful night at the strip club when I met Jey. He completely transformed my outlook on life, but I was determined not to let him in without a fight.

I found myself at the airport, eagerly anticipating the arrival of my luggage so I could finally catch up with Montez. She had been deeply immersed in her wrestling career, and I had grown quite close to her husband—almost like siblings at this point. As soon as I spotted my bag making its way down the conveyor belt, I quickly snatched it up, ensuring it was indeed mine before heading out to reunite with them.

I took my phone from my pocket and sent a quick message to Montez, informing him that I was heading outside.

IMESSAGE 💬 Desi🖕🏽: Montez I'll be outside waiting on you Tez😀: aight then little girl bring yo' slow ass on mane Desi🖕🏽: yk sometimes I just want to punch the hell out of you? Tez😀: whatever I am taller than you honey so relax with all of that Desi🖕🏽: you're so annoying honestly you better be here Tez😀: aight

I wheeled my suitcase toward the airport exit, eager to step outside and await Montez's arrival. Finding a nearby bench, I settled down with my luggage, patiently anticipating his appearance.

I grew up in Texas, where I had the chance to explore the beautiful countryside during my childhood. As a teenager, I moved to North Carolina, and now I find myself living in Tennessee with my best friend.

While browsing my social media, I noticed that Jayden has sent me a follow request on Instagram. This is the same person who frequently creates new accounts or uses different phone numbers just to reach out to me, all in an attempt to harass me.

He faces numerous charges, particularly concerning domestic violence, yet his mother foolishly provided bail money to secure his release. I used to hold a great deal of respect for both his parents, but that changed after the incident when he assaulted me.

As I mindlessly scrolled through my social media, oblivious to the fact that he had followed me, a sudden honk from a car broke my concentration. I glanced up just in time to see a sleek Mercedes Benz arriving at the airport. When the window rolled down, I was surprised to see Montez behind the wheel.

"Yo! Desi!" He yelled while waving his hand.

I flashed him a warm smile as I tucked my phone into my pocket, rolling my luggage alongside me toward his car. He stepped out from the driver's side and wrapped me in a hug before lifting my suitcase and placing it in the trunk.

As I swung the door open and slid into the car, I noticed him returning to the driver's side. He climbed in, fastening his seatbelt just as I secured mine.

As he drove away from the airport, we headed towards their house, which was an hour's journey from our location. It promised to be a lengthy drive. Montez had some music playing softly in the background, creating a pleasant atmosphere. Meanwhile, I gazed out the window, taking in the diverse landscapes and neighborhoods that surrounded us.

I believe I made just one trip to Tennessee to see Bianca, and that was during my time with Jayden, when I was pleading with him to allow me to visit my best friend.

I broke the quiet in the car by saying, "I really appreciate you letting me stay with y'all, Montez," and he responded with a warm smile.

"Girl, you're more than welcome to stay with us, Bianca couldn't stop talking about you," Montez responded.

"Why are you here instead of going all around the world with your wife?"

He chuckled at me, "I had to come pick you up Desi since Bianca couldn't due to her schedule but after I drop you off to the crib I gotta catch a flight," I listen attentively while nodding my head in the process.

I thought I would be home alone until they returned from their events, considering they are professional wrestlers. To make the most of my time, I secured a job at a nearby tattoo shop and strip club, ensuring I wouldn't have to spend my days job hunting.

I was offered the job immediately because of my previous experiences back home. I'm optimistic that my time at the Strip Club will be smooth and free of any drama, considering how things typically unfold in that environment.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Montez had just dropped me off before heading to the airport to reunite with Bianca for their upcoming events. As I settled into my room, I began unpacking my belongings, carefully placing everything in the dresser to keep things neat and organized.

I treated myself to some adorable work outfits for my shift at the club tonight, and I have a strong feeling I'll earn a good amount while I'm there. As I was getting ready, my phone buzzed on the bed, and I quickly picked it up to see a message from Bianca.

IMESSAGE 💬 Binky💗: Hey Desiii just checking in Desi🫶🏽: Hey! Yes I am just now settling in atm Binky💗: that's good how do you like the room? Desi🫶🏽: it's really nice and the bed is comfortable too Binky💗: I'm glad when I come back imma show you around even though you been here before probably forgot all of the places 😭 Desi🫶🏽: probably do need a refresher ngl 😭😭 Binky💗: don't worry girl I gotchu fr you start your new job tonight? Desi🫶🏽: yeah I hope it don't be no drama 😒 Binky💗: yeah I feel you on that I will see you when I get back have a good day at work Desi🫶🏽: kk girly��🤍

I wrapped up organizing my clothes in the drawer and glanced at my phone, realizing I still had a few hours before I needed to head to work tonight. Deciding to save some cash instead of splurging at the airport, I made my way downstairs to whip up a quick meal. After all, those airport prices can really add up!

Bianca's house captivated me with its stunning aesthetic. As I stepped inside, I admired the decor before heading to the cabinet to gather ingredients for my meal. The cooking process began, and I felt inspired by the beautiful surroundings.

I learned to cook on my own because my mother was often absent, while my father was more present in my life. By the time she returned when I was about seventeen, I felt a disconnect and didn't want to forge a relationship with her. It just seemed uncomfortable.

My father was a dedicated worker who always ensured that we had food on the table and everything we needed. I had hoped for the same commitment from Jayden, but instead, he neglected me and treated me poorly.

I almost lost my bond with my father due to Jayden being rude and aggressive towards him but I finally made the decision to leave him without him knowing.

. His threatening messages and calls created a sense of fear about what he might do to me. However, now that I am away, I refuse to let those past experiences affect me any longer.

I finished cooking my food while heading towards the living room I sat the plate down along with my drink grabbing the remote as I turned on something on the TV.

As I sat in front of the television, a thought crossed my mind: if I hadn't experienced everything I did, would I ever find love again? Would I have the courage to open my heart to someone new?

I often doubted whether anyone could truly understand me. I considered myself a fractured spirit, 'or at least that's what I believed.' I constantly reminded myself to guard my vulnerability, convinced that opening up to anyone, especially a man, would only reveal their indifference.

I believed I had finished my meal, so I stood up from the couch and made my way to the kitchen to clean my dishes. After washing them, I loaded everything into the dishwasher for a thorough clean.

I returned to the living room to catch the rest of the show playing on the TV, hoping to squeeze in some sleep before my shift at work tonight.

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JEY As my friends and I made our way to the strip club, we were excited to catch a glimpse of some incredible performances and, if fortune smiled upon us, maybe even enjoy a little fun ourselves. Once we stepped inside, our attention was immediately drawn to the mesmerizing dancers on the pole, all while the pulsating music set the perfect atmosphere for an unforgettable night.

We settled into the luxurious satin couches, enjoying the view of the girls. I casually spread out, my gaze fixed on them, playfully giving them a light tap on their backsides before slipping some cash into their outfits.

A girl named Ke'liyah approached me and started dancing on my lap. As I observed her movements, I couldn't help but notice how I instinctively reached for her waist. She was attractive, though perhaps not as stunning as I had initially imagined.

The guys were encouraging me to fuck her, which I wanted to do because she was all up on me like this, while she was kissing all over my face and neck, which made my dick a little firm in my sweats.

Feeling her tongue against my ear before whispering, "Come fuck me with that big dick of yours," she said as my eyes became dark and filled with lust.

As she stood up from my lap, I slipped her some extra cash while she took my hand and led me into a private room. The cheers from the guys echoed behind us, prompting me to roll my eyes. I knew this was just a one-time experience, after all.

There was one girl who truly stood out to me; I had never noticed her before, and she seemed like a fresh face. Her radiant chocolate skin shimmered in the light, and her outfit perfectly accentuated her figure. As she applied lip gloss and adjusted her hair, she exuded a captivating charm that was impossible to ignore.

As I began to take in her features, I found myself already in the private room with Ke'Liyah. She had closed the door behind us, and my focus shifted entirely to her as she approached, the sound of her heels echoing in the stillness of the space.

I seized her by the neck, pressing my lips against hers with an intense passion. As our tongues intertwined, I lifted her by her thighs, carrying her to the bed. She eagerly tugged at my shirt and waistband, adding to the electric tension between us.

Very impatient I see I didn't waste no time I took off my shirt along with my sweats and boxers as my dick spring up hitting my stomach.

I gently withdrew from the kiss, guiding her head down with a firm yet careful hold on her hair, ensuring my grip was secure as she began to pleasure me.

As her tongue was swirling around my tip bobbing her head up and down I thrusted my hips inside of her mouth caused me to groan in pleasure, I clenched my teeth gazing down at her seeing her take all of me inside of her warm mouth.

The warmth of her mouth wanted me bust a nut inside of her throat so fast but I needed to be in that pussy first probably been with a bunch of guys before me lucky for me I brought protection.

"You like this daddy?" She muttered. I nodded my head while I guided her head back down on me.

I pushed my dick deep inside of her throat causing her to gag on me seeing tears forming in her eyes, "mhm, just like that baby," I cooed while forcing myself not to nut inside of her throat.

She continued to suck me up good as I kept guiding her movements on my mushroom tip, I didn't want to nut inside of her mouth—not yet so I pulled her away from my dick pushing her on the bed on all fours.

I needed to be in that.

I pushed her panties to the side while putting on a condom before sliding into her harshly and began beating her shit up, this girl didn't mean anything to me only the one that caught my eye.

It was something about her I couldn't catch before coming in this room it almost looked like she just kept to herself and didn't interact with none of the men unless it was a lap dance, I need to come back up here to see her.

I kept pushing my dick deeper inside of her as her moans were filling up the room while I pushed her head in deeper into the bed listening to her muffled moans in the sheets.

"Ouuu daddy you're so deep,"

I didn't respond while pounding her shit into an oblivion while feeling my dick twitch inside of her knowing that I was about to bust soon.

All I could think about was shawty only her I hope she'll still be here when I leave this room, I quicken my pace inside of Ke'Liyah while she was screaming from the top of her lungs.

She was enjoying this way to much, too much for my liking since I had her head mushed in so I didn't have to see her face, I felt myself letting go as I came inside of the condom.

I pulled out from her while removing the condom from my dick seeing all of my semen inside of it, I got up from the bed placing inside of the trash can before getting myself together.

"That was quick," Ke'Liyah commented.

"Yeah, I got things to do shawty," I said while putting on my boxers along with my sweats.

"Seems, like you weren't enjoying it," I didn't respond to her as I grabbed my stuff and walked out the door leaving her dumbfounded.

As I stepped out of the private room, I noticed the guys still mingling with some girls. My focus shifted to the captivating girl I had watched earlier, dancing on the pole in a way that was unlike anything I had ever witnessed before.

She twirled gracefully around the pole, defying gravity as my gaze remained locked on her, utterly entranced by her beauty and talent. The moment our eyes met, a magnetic connection formed; her gaze held mine unwaveringly as she executed a flawless split, effortlessly transitioning into a sultry move that left me breathless.

I glanced down and realized I was aroused by her actions. I made my way to the stage, unable to take my eyes off her. As she approached, her hands explored my body, igniting a desire within me to discover everything about her.

She stands out from all the other girls in this club. As she took a seat on the stage right in front of me, she put on a captivating performance that I truly appreciated, playfully bringing her curves close as I reveled in the moment.

I gently pressed my lips against her chest for a fleeting moment before she stepped back. Seizing the opportunity, I wrapped my arms around her hips, drawing her nearer. With a tender kiss on her neck, I leaned in to whisper sweetly in her ear.

"What's yo' name mama? never seen you around here before," I whispered in her ear.

"Desiree, and you?" she said softly.

The atmosphere was alive with the vibrant sounds of 'Spin' by Megan Thee Stallion featuring Victoria Monet, creating a perfect backdrop as we locked eyes, lost in the moment together.

"My name is Joshua but people that I'm close with calls me Josh, or Jey whatever you want to call me Ma," I said.

Her smile lit up her face, and I couldn't help but think how adorable she looked. As she kept working her magic on me, I softly traced circles on her backside, savoring the moment.

I admire her body she had a great body shape everything hugged her so perfectly.

"Joshua huh? You're handsome I must say but I have to go," Desiree said as she got up from the ground, but I stopped her in her tracks.

She looked at me with a confused expression as I handed her a wad of cash along with my number tucked into her clothing. After gently kissing her hand, I said, "I'll see you again, princess," watching her walk away. I couldn't resist admiring the way her curves moved in that outfit.

I walked back over to the couches seeing the guys smirking at me.

"Yo, Uce, who was that shawty you was just talking to?" Zilla asked.

"Aye, all bets are off with her Uce," I said as I seen him roll his eyes at me.

"Man, fuck all of that, sounds like you tryna get with her and I'm tryna hit for real," was he fucking serious right now?

I just waved him off like I didn't listen to him as we continued to stay at the strip club for a little longer.

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DESIREE As I slipped into my usual attire in the locker room, I couldn't help but admire the stack of cash I had earned for the night, particularly the bills from a guy named Joshua. There was something uniquely intriguing about him—something that set him apart from every other man I had ever met.

There was something unique about his presence; it seemed as if he genuinely wanted to reach out to me. Yet, I reminded myself to guard my vulnerability and keep my emotions in check around men. It simply wasn't worth the risk.

I sensed a shove from behind, and when I turned, I found Ke'Liyah glaring at me, her face twisted in anger. In response, I shot her a fierce look, ready to stand my ground.

"Girl what?" I asked.

"New girl don't be coming up in here tryna still people's man," she said.

I raised an eyebrow at her, "excuse me? Girl he came onto me he seemed more attracted to me than you maybe your pussy wasn't good enough," I retorted as all of the girls kept their mouth shut.

I kept waving the cash he had handed me before I stepped off the stage. "Check out all this money he gave me! Did he share any with you? I doubt it—looks like you didn't impress him enough, Liyah." The more I provoked her, the angrier she became, but honestly, I couldn't care less. She was acting like they were an item or something.

I returned the money to my bag and zipped it up, but just then, she shoved me hard, igniting my anger. In a swift motion, I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her closer so our eyes locked in a fierce stare.

"Don't fucking mess with me bitch because I'm not the one," I shoved her harshly on the ground before heading out the door 'god why do I have to deal with this shit today over a man'

I climbed into the car, tossing my bags onto the backseat as I pressed the ignition button of the BMW. Running my fingers through my hair, I navigated out of the parking lot, eager to make my way home.

I reached into the glove compartment and retrieved a pre-roll blunt, seeking a moment of tranquility. With a lighter ready in my hand, I sparked it up and took a deep puff, letting the smoke ease my tension.

As I lit the candle and started my hour-long drive home, I turned on my favorite playlist on Apple Music. Yet, for some strange reason, thoughts of him kept swirling in my mind, refusing to fade away.

His striking features and the way he tenderly kissed my neck sent shivers down my spine. The sensation of his hands exploring me ignited feelings I had never experienced before. This level of affection was entirely new, and it left me utterly enchanted.

Not even from Jayden

He treated me with such calmness and tenderness that it surprised me he didn't lead me to the private rooms for intimacy. I could sense his arousal pressing against me as he drew me nearer, yet I couldn't help but wonder, 'why didn't he engage with me like the others did?' 'Why was he showing me this kind of affection? ' My mind was racing with these questions, desperately seeking clarity.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally arrived home. I retrieved my bag from the backseat and switched off the BMW with a simple push of a button before stepping into the house.

I used the key Montez had given me to unlock the door, then slipped off my shoes and neatly placed them on the shoe rack beside me. After closing the door securely, I made my way upstairs.

I stepped into my bedroom, closing the door softly behind me. Exhausted, I collapsed onto my bed, the weight of the day pressing down on me. As I rummaged through my bag, my eyes landed on his number still saved in my phone. A thought crossed my mind: 'Should I reach out to him?' I quickly dismissed it, telling myself, 'No, Desi, don't be foolish.' Yet, despite my better judgment, I found myself pulling out my phone and starting to text him.

IMESSAGE 💬 Desiree🦋: hey...is this Joshua? It's Desiree from the club? Joshua💵: What's up mamas I see you finally text me did you make it home? Desiree🦋: yeah I did Joshua💵: that's good but what's up? Desiree🦋: I wanted ask you something bout Ke'Liyah if that's okay? Joshua💵: im all ears baby

These nicknames were going to kill me if he didn't stop.

Desiree🦋: well me and her had got into it because of you saying how I shouldn't be stealing people's mans because I'm new, but did anything happen before you seen me? Joshua💵: I mean...I fucked her ofc but she came onto me I really wasn't feeling her Desiree🦋: oh why? Joshua💵: because she didn't catch my attention like you did when I left the private room Desiree🦋: me? Joshua💵: yes you, you caught my attention dancing like that on that pole Desiree🦋: it's nothing honestly just self taught honestly 😅😅 Joshua💵: mhm you was beautiful asf doing allat mama especially being all up on me like that today man you had me bricked up Desiree🦋: oh?😳 I'll take that as an compliment Joshua💵: but back on track you're saying that she's claiming me when all I did was fuck her? Desiree🦋: something like that I suppose seems like she was jealous to me Joshua💵: you gon' be at work tmr?

Why did he wanted to know that? What was he seeking out from me?

Desiree🦋: yeah to practice some new moves for tmr night why? Joshua💵: might come swing by and holla at you before I leave Desiree🦋: leaving? To where ? Joshua💵: imma professional wrestler baby doll it's my job to travel all around the world Desiree🦋: just like my best friend Bianca Joshua💵: that's yo' bestie? She talks about a certain some to my sister-in-law a lot I didn't know it was you Desiree🦋: yep that's Bianca for you 😭 Joshua💵: well imma let you get some rest beautiful Desiree🦋: kk gn Joshua💵: night 💗

As I reclined on my bed, my phone resting on my chest, disbelief washed over me. I had just texted him and engaged in a deep conversation. 'What was this overwhelming sensation he stirred within me?' 'I reminded myself not to fall for him—come on, Desi, don't be foolish; he's just going to take advantage of you.' Negative thoughts swirled in my mind, and I tried to dismiss the emotions before settling in for the night, having already showered at work.

I switched off the lamp beside me and set my phone on the small dresser, my gaze drifting up to the popcorn ceiling as my mind wandered into a sea of contemplation.

I couldn't let him not now or never no matter how friendly he seemed I'm keeping myself closed off I am a broken soul with a fucked up past trauma.

He wouldn't even know what to do with me I am not a good person to fall in love with.

I can't let him in Desiree don't do it.

As I settled into the bed, my mind wandered, leading me in and out of slumber, gently lulling me into a peaceful drift.

Don't let him in Desiree, don't

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A/n: hiiii I am back with another story i honestly got inspired by this book I am currently reading atm which made me want to do this. I hope Desiree could heal or at least open up to Jey soon.

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pango-doots · 1 year ago

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Y'know looking back on my time in the NSR fandom it's weird how victimized people tend to make the NSR elites, which I really don't think is warranted beyond Sayu's team and Yinu who are MINORS that were employed into a fascist government system under the guise of success. Yes, NSR was a fascist government, or at the very least an authoritarian hand over a dystopian society.

Even if its general tone is light-hearted and silly, the game tackles themes of propaganda, scapegoating, wealth inequality and planned obsolescence, environmental destruction, media control, saving face for tourists, authoritative voting and more, yet most of them aren't the player's main gameplay focus; a lot of lore and context clues are in the background like the town's layout, interacting with certain objects and talking to NPCs. But those themes are a core message of the game and by only treating the members of NSR as regular old musicians you take out all the nuance.

(Plenty more under the cut. TL;DR: No Straight Roads is a relevantly socio-political game and I wish fans would utilize that side of the characters more)

Both halves of the "music war" as I'm gonna call it for lack of an official term had their faults, and I do like that there is no 100% right or wrong side; no straight road, if you will. BUT ALSO. BBJ realized the entire city was suffering in some way under NSR's leadership and had nothing to lose by challenging the status quo (they literally live in a fucking sewer, I'd be full of rage too). They didn't benefit from initial fame, wealth, or military protection like NSR did; not to mention they were also egged on and decieved by one of their closest allies. When voices don't work ala DK West's attempt, then you turn to action. Action can include smacking the shit out of government officials, as a treat (I enjoyed every second trying to get an S rank in Supernova's level <3)

On that note, the woobification is ESPECIALLY bad with DJSS, Neon J and 1010. I love the silly object heads and smexy robots as much as anyone else but they are specifically meant to be critiques of self-absorbed billionaires (sorry to tell DJSS fans this but he's supposed to be Elon-Musk-adjacent) and the k-pop industry with its military involvement, plus the use of militial force to keep rowdy citizens in line. I'm begging people to PLEASE handle them with more care.

Thankfully, it's clear that NSR reduces its chokehold by the end of the game and all the artists put in a lot of work to improve thanks to BBJ's push. Whether the game's writers made that decision to appeal to their own government's approval or was a genuine end to the story, I like that Tatiana has a moment of reflection and does a complete 180 to make the city better in the end (beyond the threat of the city being destroyed ofc). Even if it's unrealistic, it's a hopeful message and shows that anyone can be corrupted by the right circumstances.

Just PLEASE don't forget the characters' actions and choices along the way for the sake of ship fics and cute art. There's a lot of complexity and angst you can add to the characters with that authoritarian history!

#I doubt this will really change anything. fandoms will fandom. maybe I can give ppl ideas tho #if I get discourse over this post I'll yell btw. it's not made in bad faith #BUT I'm getting back into this game after some drama and it's smth that always bugged me as a budding punk. had to rant abt it a little #y'know I'm kinda realizing 1010's entire shtick is like if you made a swat team into tumblr sexymen. not sure how to feel abt that #no straight roads #nsr #nsr spoilers #dj subatomic supernova #1010 #long post #pango yells #a pango original #doot.txt #rated t for teen

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shinsouscatpisssmell · 2 years ago

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Chapter 1

Masterlist

"That's it? I got the good ending but why do I feel so unsatisfied with it?"

The city streets are bustling with noises from cars and trucks honking horns and screeching their tires to the clacking of people's shoes and idle chatter.

One of those people being you, (Y/N) (L/N), currently waiting at the cross walk for it to turn green so you can get back to work since its been up for a good 5 minutes since your lunch break ended.

"I only played it for the villianess anyways but in the end she died." mumbling to yourself and in truth that was truly the only reason you got hooked on the game after a Co-worker showed you the character , Sasha Evermore, who looked and acted exactly like you minus the master manipulator part. She was part of a otome game called “to catch a prince”, a game that popped out of nowhere and instantly became a hit amongst the crowd that includes you.

The weird part was as you started the game the parts with sasha would pang your heart with sadness,disgust, and anger but always written it off as indigestion or heartburn. You pitied her for some odd reason but others look at you crazy when you express this notation to them. Writing it off as just another one of your favs getters killed off to further write the protagonist’s narrative.

Sighing and holding the app down you press the tiny 'X' next to it and clicked the "delete app".

Only,it didn't delete. You repeated the same steps and still nothing. You hold it down and move it to ensure you're not crazy. that it was there. Trying one more time to do it; you never noticed how you were planted in the middle of the crosswalk. So into your own world you never heard the screams of the people who sat on the sidelines or the horn of the truck coming full speed and unable to hit the the brakes in time.

It was when you registered what was happening that is was to late. Your phone flee in the air and landed next to you with a cracked screen and fighting to stay on. Mangled body twitching in its last moment as people gather to gaze upon you like an animal in the zoo. Some calling the police and the trucker sputtering out apologizes. No one saw your eyes flicker to your screen that miraculously light up with a single message and angelic voice to accompany it " @яε ¥ꪮʊ яε@∂¥ ⊥ꪮ εҳ⊥я@ḉ⊥ ¥ꪮʊя яεṽεηɠε, ʟꪮ⊥⊥ʟε ꪮηε?"

Your brain bloated and swollen from impact that you couldn't recognize the familiar warm voice. It was in a instant your phone began to shake and shoot out a beam of white light that sucks you in as you succumb to darkness.

ꕥꕥꕥꕥ

"He...llo? Hello~?"

Groaning in response and holding your head trying to register what is happening. Slowly blinking trying to adjust to the light in the room.

"You're finally up?" the soft voice next to you speaks sweetly to you as the clanking of cups and bowls hit eachother until they meet a bedside table.

Sitting up and looking over you are met with the sight of a long blue haired that framed a round brown woman. Her eyes are the darkest purple that had literal stars in place of pupils and her smile she stares at you with is the brightest stunning white. She stands in some sort of white sheer dress showing off her cleavage while she tilts forward to hand you the bowl of food.

You take it hesitantly and look from the bowl back up to the large woman a few times waiting for her to tell you that you're in heaven but nothing was said. The only thing you saw was her child like innocent aura as she stays seated close to the large bed you laid upon watching as she's aswaits for you're approval.

"I'm sorry but who are you… Where am I? Wasn't I...dead?" You push the ceramic bowl away and the feel of the deflation of the atmosphere around the woman's.

"oh? I um—I am sorry," she pokes her pointer fingers together and puffs out her cheeks, " I got caught up with meeting my favorite person and I didn't bother to introduce myself. My name is Hesitia . I am the entity that brought you back to life...twice. Kind of hurt that my idol doesn't remember me." She snaps her fingers making the bowl disappear.

"Brought back? Died twice?" You could see her nod her head to confirm your mini question, " what do you mean by idol? No wait, How did I die twice?"

"That's a lot to explain. Come,let me show you." She stands at her full height of 7'2 while pushing her hair behind her ears while extending a hand out to you.

Taking it without hesitation. Being determined to find out anwsers as you get pulled to your feet. Not expecting to be wearing the same sheer white gown as the large woman but more tailored to your size.

She brings you to an open space that has tall and pristine pillars surrounding the large area. She pulls you into her side and drape her arm over your shoulder.

"You have no sense of personal space ,huh?" you ask peeking up at her.

"nope," she giggles and pops her 'p'," now shush and watch." Waving her hand the area goes pitch black except two large orbs that held two human beings wrapped up in themselves. Hesitia and yourself walk up to them your steps illumanting one by one all the way.

You put your hand against the one you couldn’t recognize with such care and stare at it with awe, " is that...me?" You look back at the brown skinned deity with stars in your eyes.

"Yes,those are both versions of yourself. Right now your soul is preserved in this room I created when you first died," she puts a hand on your shoulder as if she knew the next question, " like I've stated before this isn't your first time being dead, my little one. The first you had met a unfair end. To make is simplier, Have you ever heard of the woman Sasha evermore?"

"You mean the villainess from how to capture a prince?"

"precisely,lovely. Except sasha is actually you. I made the game for you not to forget where you started. But I guess now that I say it out loud, its confusing and complicated. I'm still new to the whole resurrection plot. I was just so excited to meet my idol." She scratches her cheek in embarrassment.

"how can there be two of me? And how am I your idol?"

" well I've been assigned to watch over you since I came out of goddess training ,hehe. You were so powerful and demanding in everything you did since you were born. It made me become quite a fangirl," she giggles," how there is two of you is like what I stated before. Your first life you had died by your one true ,love. So in love you had choose to walk down the road of being naive and oblivious to his actions.Personally,He was not my cup of tea but sadly I can’t interfere. That’s a Different department and lots of paperwork I don’t wanna do. But to sum up the rest you were put to death after being framed and I as your personal goddess and guardian chose to strike a deal with you."

" Can I ask what deal former me made?"

" of course!" She claps her hands together and pulling them apart as a golden contract is constructed in the space," when I brought your soul here the first time. You told me you wanted revenge on those who wronged you. Your heart was tainted black and as the rules state I needed you to have a pure and clean one in order to make that happen. But since you are my #1 I slightly bent the rules with some help, “she leans in to whisper yell , between you and me I owe favors to a lot of my older sisters.” She squished the golden paper making it disappear.

"So am I officially dead now?"

"No you aren't dead, silly. What would happen to the story! I just had to wipe your memories and put you in your once current timeline to make your heart pure again. Sorry about the truck. I couldn’t think of another way,but now what I can finally do," she gathers you in a hug and squeezes you letting your feet dangle off the ground, " is send you back to before you met your unfortunate demise by that vile woman."

"Vile woman?"

"Tut tut. I can't give away to much information or I'd get in trouble with the big guy upstairs." the dark space disappear and restore the room to its originality as she carries you back to the bed.

"I'm going to put you back to sleep because I can’t keep you here for long but when you awake you should be back in your past self’s body and you should retain memories from your modern self and this conversation. As I can not interfere I can only allow you to have a few memories of your previous life. The rest you will have to discover over time. Now you might feel a bit dizzy it’s a side effect of gaining your past memories,” she places a kiss on your forehead, “Please remember I'll be with you, (y/n) and will check in on you."

It was her final words to you before putting you back in a state of slumber.memories from a being you couldn't remember come back to you like a train hitting you.

"lady (y/n), you are to ne the betroth to prince izuku Midoriya." You at a young age are holding hands with a green haired boy that looks to be of the same age.

"She pushed me down, Zuku" the green haired boy is now holding a brown haired girl closely to him as you’re on the ground. In a crowded place.

"Disgusting vile woman. Such a title for an orphan" this time you’re in a col dripping wet cell. Chains bounding your legs and hands together as a older man shoos away the knight that was guarding it.

Your eyes shoot open to light shining from a large window at the side of the bed. Blinking the sleep away as you look around the decorated room. Your first instinct was to look into the mirror that is across from your bed and you remember the opening scene of the game. The pajamas where the same as the villainess in the game. You try to move from the bed to gain a closer look but a hit of wooziness and a turning stomach hits you like a bat and you fall over. You try to grab onto the bed for footing but you miss it by a inch thus making you hit your head and passing out on the ground.

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saintsenara · 11 months ago

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Hello! Your thoughtful, funny approach to the unhinged ships has legitimately been a bright spot for me during a difficult few weeks. So thank you! Here are a few more if you feel so inclined:

Hooch/McGonagall

Andromeda/Bill

Justin/Dudley

ahh, anon, thank you so much for this lovely message! i hope things are looking up now, and i wish you strength and honour to keep chugging along if they're not. i will always be delighted to receive these asks, and i hope they keep entertaining you.

rolanda hooch/minerva mcgonagall

zoe wanamaker went so fucking hard when she decided to play hooch as the cuntiest dyke in the castle, and so i will always be committed to imagining hooch in exactly that vein - strutting around with her leather quidditch gloves, her masculine tailoring, and what is clearly an impeccable strap game.

and mcgonagall has stern-older-lesbian-with-a-secret-wild-side vibes as well - she's a little bit of a renegade, she doesn't suffer fools gladly, and she's a great fan of quidditch.

i think we can all picture the romantic midnight swoopings they're going on. and also the massive fights they're having when hooch awards slytherin penalties against gryffindor.

and arguing is foreplay...

andromeda tonks/bill weasley

i have decided, after careful deliberation, to back this.

something i really like thinking about when it comes to andromeda's post-war journey is how her grief over her daughter's death would be tinged by the fact that - as he tells us in deathly hallows - she didn't approve of her relationship with lupin.

i don't think this is entirely to do with his lycanthropy [i think, for example, that ted and andromeda were left alone during the first war as long as they kept their heads down, and that tonks joining the order - which andromeda can choose to blame lupin's influence for - forfeits this], but i think it's also fair to interpret lupin's statement that ted and andromeda are "disgusted" by their marriage as true, rather than an exaggeration formed of his own self-loathing. the casual prejudice against werewolves even by "good" characters is a really striking part of the series - and andromeda sharing it is something i find really interesting to explore when thinking about her relationship with tonks.

[as is the fact that she can't see the irony that this is exactly how bellatrix and narcissa think about ted.]

i think you can do something really interesting in the immediate post-battle haze with andromeda trying to come to terms with the fact that she never fully patched things up with tonks before she died, that she didn't have a chance to get past her prejudices and get to know lupin, and that she's only come to appreciate how brave her son-in-law was when he too was dead.

it's clear that lupin provides bill with some level of support in the immediate aftermath of his run-in with fenrir greyback, and that bill would both remember him fondly and be determined to defend him and werewolves generally from the treatment they would undoubtedly get from the state in the months after the war ends [after all, we are told that the vast, vast majority of werewolves support voldemort - they are bound to be first in line for the public's vengeance, and are an easy scapegoat for the government].

two people trying to uncover truths and falling in love while doing it is my poison, and i would love a fic in which andromeda initially seeks out bill in an effort to understand the things which have died with tonks and lupin which then turns into something more...

dudley dursley/justin finch-fletchley

one of the exceptionally minor mysteries of the series is just how posh a school smeltings is supposed to be. the dursleys are a satire of all that is thoroughly, averagely middle class in the uk, and yet smeltings - with its weird traditions, its odd uniform, and the fact that it's an all-boys full-boarding school - is a pastiche of the most elite public schools [which, in the uk, means fee-paying - what is meant by "public school" in the united states is a "state school" here].

above all, the smeltings uniform bears a very strong resemblance to that worn by boys at harrow... which is the great rival to eton.

just picture it. justin is forced to go watch his younger brother boxing for eton in a match against smeltings. he's bored out of his mind... until an enormous blonde heavyweight who's taken out the entirety of the team from charterhouse catches his eye...

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships #perpetually embarrassing to know this much about uk private education establishments #i'll be up against the wall as a class traitor i fear

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averagewriter-inthedark · 1 year ago

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Family of Spies 🕵🏻‍♀️ | Everett Ross headcanon

Pairs with “Family of Heroes”

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Requested 📨: yes/no (for @autistic-solar-fandom)

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Avenger!reader & Ross’ kids sneaking onto a mission with their parents would look like:

How the heathens managed to find y’all is a mystery of its own. You don’t know how to react first: with praise or with anger.

To paint the picture, you and Ross are undercover in a conjoined mission between the Avengers & CIA. The target in question is someone suspected of harboring a fugitive with intel of the super soldier serum created in Madripoor. After Sam and Bucky had settled the issue in New York, you both were sent to recover the fugitive in a manner lowkey as possible.

What neither you--nor your agencies--could prepare for was your children tracking y'all down.

You may be an Avenger (highly skilled and known to put fear in God themself) but at the end of the day you’re a parent first. So, it is no surprise when you lose your shit on the children who infiltrated the highly classified mission you and your husband were on. "I don't want to hear it." "But we just thought--." "And now I have to hear it."

Like you, Everett was very displeased and had to hold his tongue. You already unleashed your wrath he felt maybe it was a good idea to calm the situation than escalate it further by grilling them. He did, however, make his frustration and disappointment known, "We raised you to know better. What the hell were you thinking?! This is not only dangerous, but illegal!"

Your daughter, who you both know had interest in working for Intelligence, immediately went into explanation mode. The excuse they gave--besides missing y'all and worrying about you both not coming home---was that she and her brother could help in the undercover mission. "How exactly do you plan to do that? You haven't even finished high school." "No, but we're already your kids. How hard is it to play the role of a family?"

For your son, he had always wanted to test out the gadgets he'd made. This was his opportunity, but your concern was someone getting hurt since they had not been tested in a concealed environment. Ross agreed, which only had your son pouting. "But dad, think of how useful they can be?" "Son, we're already expecting to go to jail for even considering letting you both help...but we will be sent to the Raft for allowing you to use those when they have not been approved by the Director."

Several times during the mission you about lost it when your daughter or son scurried off. They'd return with new information, completely shocking you both wondering just how the hell they managed to get it. "Where did you hear this?" "That man told the guy beside him. I pretended to read my book and sat at the table right next to them. They didn't pay me any mind."

At one point you did receive a message from Fury asking why his sources are telling him your son was spotted at y'alls location to which you played dumb and prayed he'd dismiss it. Which he did....cause Fury just wants the job done by any means necessary.

Eventually, after several minutes of going back and forth and deciding not to strangle your kids for being so irresponsible, you eventually agree to their plan. This decision of course came with some ground rules. "You will do as we say--and do not act without permission. The second you do something that results in either of you getting hurt, I will personally be calling the U.S military to get your asses out of here." "Yes ma'am/sir"

By some grace of God, the mission was a success. No one, thankfully, was hurt--except for the associates of the man you and Ross were looking for in a hand-to-hand battle that left your kids speechless from their hiding space. The suspect was contained and transported to the Embassy, you and Ross collected your children and had a dinner involving take out and sodas.

The adrenaline your children experienced was enough to confirm that both wanted to pursue careers in espionage and intelligence. Something you and Everett were concerned about initially, but after seeing them and realizing they were equipped the skills needed to be successful agents/spies, you both accepted the inevitable.

"We did good, didn't we honey?" Ross kissed your temple, clicking his glass with yours as you leaned into his side from your spot watching your kids reenact the fight between you and the bad guys. "We sure did. Who would've thought we'd become a family of spies after all?"

#everett ross x reader #everett ross imagine #everett ross #everett k. ross #everett ross headcanon #martin freeman #marvel fanfiction #marvel headcanon #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #everett ross fluff #everett ross fanfiction #everett ross x you #everett ross x y/n #marvel fluff

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dewsdoit · 8 months ago

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we're not really strangers pt. 3

wonwoo x oc

no professional proofreading. may contain grammatical errors.

I can feel Wonwoo's gentle nudge on my back while guiding me toward the cafe's entrance. Thank God for door handles 'cause I can't feel my whole body right now.

Reflection

As we walk up to his table, he goes ahead of me to place my things on the extra chair and prep my seat. I can't help but think about how lucky his girlfriend would be, everything about him is so gentle and sweet. "Your class ended pretty late," he says while clearing out a few of his things on the table. "Yeah..," I responded. I don't have much to say because my heart and mind are battling each other as I try to maintain my composure. He looked up at me and a smile formed slowly across his face as if he was about to tease me. "What?" I asked, my brows meet in the middle. "Nothing. You look a bit tense," he comments while he types on his laptop. "I am not tense. I'm just a bit cold," I lied. I'm literally wearing a sweater. This made him look up at me again and he reached for my hand, held onto it, and gently rubbed his thumb against it. "Well, your hands are definitely cold..." I was avoiding his eyes and focused on our hands. OUR HANDS. I shifted out of nervousness and my eyes fell on his face. He was looking at me as if he was anticipating approval from me. He slowly placed the back of his hand on my cheek, and I could feel the rush of heat slowly made its way to my face. I'm sure my eyes were probably as big as button doll's. "...your cheeks feel very warm though. You might catch a fever," he says as he removes his hand from my cheek to take a sip of his coffee. What felt like hours were just mere seconds, I can't believe I let this man stop my time just like that. I couldn't bring myself to look at him so I started fidgeting on my phone. He didn't ask me any questions after what he did, he just started typing away on his laptop. He occasionally let out a small cough, I glanced at him once and he let out a small laugh. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

After a few long minutes had passed, I gathered up the courage to ask him about his research. He was confused and asked why I knew he was doing research, and I told him that he gets hyper-focused whenever he's doing research since essays are somehow a piece of cake for him. I also mentioned how he's almost identical to The Thinker whenever he's doing his research. He laughed at my remark and imitated The Thinker's pose again. After a few conversations, he decided to bring out the cards again. We exchanged questions and listened to each other's responses delicately. Wonwoo's laptop is now halfway closed, I thought about telling him off and letting him continue his research but he discreetly closed it while I continued talking. "Uhm, why are you still here?!", an unfamiliar voice uttered. I turned around, but she was already standing beside me. It was Jen, she was only looking at Wonwoo. I turned to look at Wonwoo and he was looking at Jen but he was facing me. "Uhm, why aren't you home yet?" he replied to Jen, "Piss off. I'm still working. And if you haven't noticed, I'm with someone right now," he gestured in my direction. Jen turns to look at me, "Oh, god, sorry. I think this is the second time I've done that. I'm Jen!" she greets me. "Yeah, we've met before," I told her as I shook her hand with a smile. "Well, since I'm already here," she says while she gets an extra chair and props herself beside me. "...might as well drive us both home, right?" She's so full of energy. No wonder she's the captain of the cheer squad. Their banter is quite funny, to be honest. "Your class ended at 5:30 today and you chose to stick around, even if you didn't have practice today, so I could drive you home??" he responded. "Duh, and you weren't responding to messages too. I figured you'd be here since you like this place so much," she wasn't even looking at him, she was on her phone. "Hey, you know, you look so familiar to me. Did you happen to go to that elementary school near that convenience store where this idiot had his car towed?" she asked. "Yeah, I graduated middle school there too. I don't remember seeing you there though?" I said. "I--well, we were pretty quiet back then and didn't have many friends. But I swear I've seen you before. I feel like I did..." she pondered for a while. She then started to share a few stories of her memories at our elementary school, she said that she had a really quiet playmate who declined her every time she asked them to join her wall climbing. They wouldn't climb with her but would wait for her to go down and stay with her until her mom picked her up. She also mentioned that her friend would only respond in short sentences and that she felt bad 'cause they were probably just absorbing everything she was saying. "If you kept your mouth shut once in a while, maybe your childhood friend could've responded better," Wonwoo butted in. I couldn't help but laugh at his snide remark. "Excuse me? Unlike you, my childhood friend is actually nice enough to be my constant playmate until we had to transfer schools," she said boastfully. She continued to tell me how transferring schools made it better for her and Wonwoo since they were finally acknowledged as siblings, and not as a couple. I took it as an opportunity to finally ask, "Oh, so you guys aren't--" and before I could finish my sentence, both of them aggressively denied the common question they always get.

"Just to be clear, we aren't siblings as well," he says. "Yeah, our mothers are like twins from different mothers. Inseparable. Unlike me and this idiot," she says. "When Jen's dad left her at an early age, my mom offered her and her mom to stay with us for as long as they needed. And they never left," he says.

"I honestly don't mind living with them. I love his mom. She always tells me that I'm like the daughter she never had. And she's happy that her son doesn't feel lonely," she adds. She was smiling from ear to ear as she proudly said that. "I don't mind being lonely if I can finally get some peace in my life," he teasingly says. "Oh please, if it wasn't for me you wouldn't be able to get yourself your little girlfriend," she says as she rolls her eyes and turns to look in my direction. I didn't expect her to continue what she was saying, but she looks back at Wonwoo who's been death-glaring her for quite some time. "...ex-girlfriend, I mean," she says while looking at me. I nodded in response. His past relationships could never bother me since it's honestly none of my business. Even if he did have a girlfriend at this present time, I wouldn't mind it at all. I would've set my boundaries if I had learned about it now. When was fate ever on my side anyway? It wasn't too long when Jen asked me if I was getting tired, because she was. I laughed at that and told her that it was getting pretty late. I glanced at my phone to check the time. 9:30PM. I didn't notice my mom sent me a message asking if I was having dinner at home. I immediately responded and told her that she didn't have to worry about me and that I could eat by myself when I get home.

"I can wait. I just got home anyway. Take care, sweetie!"

"I'll go ahead, guys. You guys take care going home, my mom's waiting for me to get home," I tell them. I stood up and gave them a small wave of goodbye. I was about to get my things but Wonwoo stood up and got a hold of it. I looked at him and gave him a confused look, he was looking at Jen who was also getting ready to leave. "Wait, you guys can stay here as long as you want. I just really need to get home so..." I tell them, but they were already putting their things away. Jen told Wonwoo to go ahead of us and pay for the parking. Wonwoo responded that we should wait for him downstairs in the lobby. I was so baffled that I didn't even notice Jen was already holding my bag. "Here, I'll take that," I say as I motion towards my bag, "No, no. If I give you your bag, you might run away and not come with us. We'll take you home, okay?" she says. She locked her free arm on my arm and we went to the lobby to wait for Wonwoo. "Thank you," I tell her. She looks at me and smiles. I just can't help but notice how pretty her smile is. "Don't thank me yet, you might find me annoying once we start hanging out," she says. "Hang out?" I ask, "Yeah. I have a feeling that this isn't the last time we'll see each other. In fact, I think I'll see you more often than I should," she giggles as she says this. She might be assuming that Wonwoo and I are getting too close. Technically, she's not wrong but she's not entirely right too. Wonwoo arrives shortly after that. Jen insists on sitting in the back. I protest, but she immediately blocks the rear door and opens the front door. We push each other playfully until Jen hurriedly opens the back door, jumps inside, and locks it. Left with no choice, I take the passenger seat up front. I stole a quick glance at Wonwoo as I was getting in the car, he was looking straight ahead.

The ride home was pretty quiet. Jen fell asleep in the back seat, while Wonwoo seemed stern but relaxed. It felt like he was taking his time driving, he gently took turns and his pace was slower than usual. There's music playing on the radio but the volume is lowered. I tried my best to not look tense, but I couldn't rest my head properly without checking on him from time to time. We got to their place first, he woke Jen up and told her to tell his mom that he'll be dropping me off. Jen nodded and said goodbye to the both of us. I didn't realize that I was staring at him the whole time until we made eye contact before driving off. "Hmm?" he widened his eyes, waiting for me to speak. His hand was placed on the headrest of my seat. "Nothing. You okay?" I ask, genuinely concerned since I haven't seen him be this quiet. "Yeah," he gives a small reassuring smile. I gave him the same response and we drove off. We arrived at my house in no time, I could see my mom outside by the patio waiting for me. She didn't see the car parked outside though, she was busy reading her paperwork. I took my seatbelt off and looked at Wonwoo. He was looking at the flowering trees in front of our gate and the semi-empty street, he still had his hands on the steering wheel. Our street is not fairly dark but the moon had perfectly touched his face. He leaned back in his seat, all of the light touching his face had faded but I could still see him clearly. My eyes adjusted quickly 'cause it was him. I let out a quiet sigh as I looked away from him. I had my face down, contemplating if I should ask him again if he was really okay. "You know..." he breaks the silence, "...I like how peaceful it is here on your street." "Hmm?" I ask, he caught me off guard. "It's pretty peaceful here. It must feel warm in the morning, hmm?" he says as he faces me.

"Yeah, I guess so. Our neighbors are welcoming, we greet each other whenever we see each other. Actually, my favorite thing about this street is the bakery at the end of this street. Our neighbors will let us know if they're heading down to the bakery in the morning and include us in their orders," I smile at the thought of my neighbors' warm smiles. I can already smell the freshly baked bread they always get for us. "Pretty..." he whispers softly I was spacing out when he whispered something in response. I made eye contact with him and gave him a confused look. "That's pretty nice. That's nice," I guess he noticed that he mumbled something out loud. I chuckled, there's an awkward atmosphere as we tried to keep the conversation going. "I should probably go down now," I can never say a firm goodbye every time we part ways. "Yeah, of course, sorry I'll just..." he unlocks the door and gets out of the car. He goes around to where I was standing.

I had my arms crossed, I don't know why he got out of the car and stood in front of me. "I'll wait for you to get inside," he smiles at me, awkwardly gesturing that I should get inside already. I smiled at him and nodded, I was about to open our front gate but decided to glance back at him. He was leaning on his car, still waiting for me to take a step inside our house. The gate suddenly opened, my mom had her hand on her hip. I was staggered, I didn't expect her to still be outside waiting for me. She only looked at me for a second and started looking around, as if she was looking for someone other than her daughter. Of course, she finds Wonwoo standing outside. He jumps up and fixes his stance. He bowed a little to politely acknowledge my mom's sudden presence.

"Good evening, Ma'am," he stood still with his hands clasped together, a soft smile plastered across his face. I found all of it hilarious so I turned away from my mom and Wonwoo. "Well, aren't you going to introduce your friend over there?" she lightly slaps my arm. "I was going to!" and I was really going to but she caught all of us off guard. "Mom, this is Wonwoo. He's the director of our film project in one of my classes," I signaled him to come closer, which he did abruptly. "Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am," Wonwoo shakes her hand with a small, polite bow again. "It's nice to meet you too," she looks at him but quickly shifts her gaze toward me. She had a doubtful yet mischievous expression, which I can't stand 'cause I know this will be our topic of discussion for this week...or maybe even months long. "We're just about to have our late dinner, I was hoping maybe you could join us?" she wasn't gonna take a 'no' for an answer. I could feel my hands start to get cold, I had no idea what she had in store for him if he accepted her invitation. "I-uhm...I'd be happy to join you if it's alright?" he asks facing me. He was waiting for me to acknowledge the invitation too. "Sure," I tell the both of them. I feel like I swallowed a huge lump in my throat, I can feel myself breathless from the situation I'm in right now. Nonetheless, I forced a smile while cold sweat ran down my back. We went inside right after. As I was about to enter our home, Wonwoo got a hold of my arm as he stood by our door frame waiting for my mom and I to enter first. I turned to him and he stared straight into my eyes, I thought he was nervous about having dinner with us. "Are you sure about this?" he asks. "Why? Are you not comfortable with this?" I ask in return "No, I just want to make sure you're prepared to see me visit here more often after this," he smiles at the idea of what he just said. I couldn't help but snort and cross my arms from his response. I'm honestly in disbelief. He moves his hand from my arm to my back, "Ladies first."

part 1 part 1.1 part 2 part 2.2

#alternate universe #wonwoo #svt #seventeen #svt x oc #svt imagines #jeon wonwoo #Spotify

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more-than-a-princess · 1 year ago

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@mechatiqe asked: [ 12 ] a lonely bus stop at 2am, (except kaz is snoozing away on the bench there)

Various Settings/Location Prompts - Accepting!

It was one of the few times Sonia would let her perfect posture slip: where no one could see her, or paid enough attention or care to tell her otherwise. In the back of the black car, with its tinted windows and bulletproof exterior, she leaned against the leather seats after fastening her seatbelt, driver and bodyguard in the front. Upscale parties that stretched late into the night, even after a full day of classes, were a test to both her nerves and her stamina. As soon as she'd been free to leave Miss Yukizome's homeroom, her private tutoring sessions for the day had been entirely devoted to primping for that night's gala: skin and hair and nails and makeup, well before she even donned her gown and jewelry that had been painstakingly selected for her via video call at home. Every bit of her appearance, from her looks to her gestures to her words, had to send just the right message to the organizers and attendees: that Princess Sonia of Novoselic was inquisitive and respectful of their culture and customs, not appropriative, and she was delighted to represent her father in all sorts of polite chit-chat, photographs, and dances when requested. Of course, a speech was expected as well, in nothing less than flawless Japanese delivered with the brightest smile.

No pressure, save for the ones that cut into her heels and toes. Weight of the diamonds and emeralds at her ears, neck, and wrist aside, it was her shoes that brought along the aches and pains. As the car turned a corner onto a busier road, well away from the tucked-away mansion in the city's most expensive area, she reached down to unbuckle the small straps around each ankle, letting out a sigh of relief as she kicked the glittery shoes aside.

"Are you more at ease now, Your Royal Highness?" A question in Italian came from up front. Insistent that Sonia not muck up the event, her mother had sent over a guard from Novoselic personally recommended and vetted by her family's head of security who would be certain to keep the Princess in line and on task in the absence of her personal secretary. In public, anyway: in the privacy of the car, Luca hadn't given a single care to how his client slouched in her dress, one that easily cost a three month's salary for the average Japanese office worker, against the seat or how she so easily discarded the shoes her mother had insisted upon. By a coveted French designer that pinched and prodded Sonia's toes.

"Very much so, Luca, I feel as if I might finally breathe today," She smiled, knowing it would be reflected in the rearview mirrors. Breathing, much less eating, were secondary and tertiary activities in her gown, considering how fitted it was through the bodice, but for now she didn't mind. Soon enough she'd be back in the safety and comfort of her dorm, her gown hung on its satin-padded hanger, while she dug into the chicken karaage, onigiri, and sweets the chauffeur had picked up for her from the konbini and that all three of them had made a pact not to tell her family about later. She deserved indulgences here and there, even if they were ones the Novoselic Royal Family didn't approve of.

Just like extending a helping hand when it couldn't be recorded for future posterity, or at least a necessary PR campaign in the wake of a scandal. As they pulled up to a stoplight, Sonia glanced out her window, her tired eyes suddenly no longer feeling so tired. A familiar shade of hot pink, of black lined eyes and a hat and jumpsuit: Kazuichi Soda looked far less animated than his usual self in her presence. On the contrary, he seemed to be waiting for a bus, fast asleep. A bus, she noticed after rolling down the window and sticking out her beautifully-coiffed head to read the sign beside the bench, that likely wasn't coming: the bus ended its route nearly two hours prior, if the sign beside him was accurate.

Sonia frowned. She couldn't very well leave him there, but this was Kazuichi she was considering. Their friendship, for all intents and purposes, was a relatively new development of relatively new mutual respect: he no longer called her Miss Sonia or put her on a pedestal, and she no longer referred to him as her stalker and pursued a restraining order. They were navigating uncharted waters, so to speak, and the last thing either of them needed was for him to read into a situation for something that wasn't there. Still, it would be cruel to simply drive by and allow him to sleep on a bench.

She cleared her throat, having made her decision. "Soda-san!" She called from the car. To no avail, it seemed, before she quickly instructed her driver to remain idle by the bus stop for a few moments longer. Nodding in satisfaction, she stuck her head back out the window again: was she truly going to 'cat call' him? That was what it was, right? When people hung their heads out the window to garner the attention of someone else?

"Soda Kazuichi-san!" She spoke again, this time louder, with full intent to wake him and anyone else in a fifty meter radius. "What are you doing out here so late? I am afraid the buses have stopped driving their routes ages ago. But if you would like, I am happy to share my car with you back to Hope's Peak Academy."

#more-than-a-princess answered #mechatiqe #(Various settings and locations meme)#Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse #(Sonia is perplexed as to why he isn't in his own bed)#(She doesn't think sleeping on a bench can be too comfortable)

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neonscandal · 1 year ago

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Just see this in twitter by someone : "I'm starting to think maybe people should read actual BL manga. perhaps considering manga written with actual gay characters in it in addition to shipping m x m from whatever battle shounen you're into."

Like because of those subtext, there can be fanfics and fanarts, right? And then I decided to come here, your blog is really one of my comfort place....

Comfort place!? This makes me want to carve out time to post infinitely more. 🥹 Even though it feels a bit aimless, I’m glad I could cultivate that for you and hope I can continue to do so.

RE: twitter, without context, it's hard to tell whether this person is earnestly recommending people to expand their interests into BL or if they're dumping on people who tend to support and identify queer shipping across other genres.

On the one hand, heavy agree that if you appreciate queer pairings of any kind to absolutely find media and stories that shows healthy (and authentic, if possible!) representation of whatever you're into. I feel like sometimes in BL, specifically, there’s a lot of toxicity or violence passed off as romance which is why I recommend being discerning. Here are some green flag recommendations and I kind of touch on the importance of identity through engaging with queer content by way of BL's featuring fudanshi's there. Isn't always the case, but it's a storyline I appreciate.

If the poster was side eyeing queer ships in "mainstream" or shonen stories... they should grow up. I've been in and out of fandom for like.. 20 years. There have always been people who recognize and popularize queer ships. Back in the day? Characters didn't even have to share the same show, universe or genre to end up in a crossover slash fic on Fanfiction.Net.

Don't get me wrong, I've definitely needlessly explored several crack theories or made off-base assumptions about a story for the sake of trying to guess at where it’s going. But I sometimes question people's competency for reading/watching comprehension when a particularly shitty hottake is making its rounds on social media. Like are we not watching the same thing?

Subtext does exist. I don't know that all authors are as elegant or intentional in its execution but if you're not bothering to consider the possibility, you're potentially missing out on critical pieces of a story you're choosing to invest hours/years of your life into! This isn't simply as it pertains to shipping but also picking up on critical exposition (Attack. On. Titan.) or even questioning whether the information we're getting as the reader or viewer is conveyed with any sort of narrator bias. Yes, this is absolutely a My Hero Academia call out. ✨

Queer coding does exist. Tons of reasons why queer characters aren't always explicitly identified as such. More often than not, there's some form of censorship. Whether at the editing level during manga production or when it comes time for manga/shows to be approved for international distribution (re: information that's lost in translation vs outright decisions to alter the flow of the story). Most glaring example of this that comes to mind is Haruka Tenou or "Sailor Uranus"/Michiru Kaiou or "Sailor Neptune. In addition to gratuitous name changes when Sailor Moon was pushed abroad, several countries would rather portray the two as unusually close relatives despite the clear romantic undertones exhibited whenever they were on screen together. Also, IDK why, but pretty sure I'd seen somewhere that, initially the creator of Naruto did want to canonize Sasuke/Naruto but, truth be told, I've never watched the series and that could have been a fanon theory I'd seen.

Overarching messages exist. Similar to the first point, a story is seldom just a story. More often than not, you're looking at some sort of social critique or opinion that's being expressed or explored through the story. To not bother thinking critically about what you choose to spend time in enjoying is a pretty bland way to miss the point of it.

When all else fails, it's not our fault that the only relationships most shonen mangaka focus on developing is the one between "rivals". That's it. If there were more dynamic characters or literally any consideration toward the depth of intimacy between the main character and whatever tritagonist female lead the male lead inexplicably ends up with (aside from the simple rationale that "she is the girl 🎀"), then maybe fans won't have to hone in on how the only agency, equality and intimacy is between the only two characters of substance. That was a mouthful but so are the overly poetic soliloquies shonen rivals inevitably share about one another.. ✨

I'm guessing this question might be related to the last anon ask about fanfics? I agree regarding the fact that subtext allows for a richer selection of fan art and fics. I think, depending on content, the motivation for reading fics will subsequently differ. For instance, I'm less likely to read fanfics for a romance series even if I sometimes write for them because the source material generally satisfies what I wanted from them. But fix it fics, angst and romance fics for shonen/seinen series'?? I'll definitely pick them up because, 1) there are usually unexplored relationship dynamics in the source material, 2) there are alternative domestic/fluff storylines you'd never see because the genre doesn't allow for it, 3) the canon plot is usually so devastating *cough, JJK, cough* that I need a respite, and/or, 4) the developing plot tends to have a lot of holes that writers can explore to craft uniquely compelling AU's and alternative plotlines that I wouldn't imagine.

Man, it's been a while since I nerded out and really took the time to bang out a rant. I've had so many thoughts bouncing around but just zero time. Thank you for your ask and the reminder that there's someone else out there in the shipping trenches. Stay safe out there, anon!

#neon asks #anon asks #ship sails itself #meta #fandom #shipping dynamics #anime #manga #AOT #snk #mha #bnha #sailor moon #jjk

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acommonloon · 2 years ago

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Last Saturday we drove from our small town to another. Our town has one gas station. I remember when mom asked excitedly if I'd been in the new Casey's. "It's so nice she exclaimed proudly."

Lol the town we drove an hour to get to is a veritable metropolis in comparison, three gas stations maybe, but its pride is vested in its favorite son, known as the hick from French Lick - if you don't know, look it up. He played basketball so they named a street after him.

We went to French Lick to eat German food made by German immigrants who've not yet been in this country for twenty years. As we waited for the hostest to appear, I noticed diplomas proudly displayed. The diplomas were from Purdue, not the famous Hick's alma mater, no matter, I know the recipient's mother and know she's proud of her daughters. I've met the daughters too, since they've worked in the restaurant since they were teenagers. Terrific young persons to inspire pride.

Pride, the first deadly sin, so I've read. While I no longer live in fear a heavenly father will burn me for eternity if I don't surrender to him, according to my indoctrination as a child, I do believe there's good life lessons in the bible among the horrific misogyny, approval of slavery, torture, and rape.

Pride is attainable be anyone and treasured most by those who feel they have the least otherwise. Pride empowers us to think we are better - than someone. White America is desperate to believe it's better.

I continue to read about Jason Aldean, who I first remember because he sang a song about a green tractor. It was catchy. It did well and I'm sure he was proud.

I don't regularly listen to country music so Jason Aldean wasn't on my radar until it was reported he'd recorded a song and video about how big city problems better not visit small towns because he and others like him, in small towns, have guns handed down to them from granddaddies.

The dumbassery of this message is exceeded by its enthusiastic acceptance by a multitude of dumbasses. Dumbasses like most of my family, one of whom just posted she wished she could get a kick stand for her bike so it didn't lean left. Actually, kind of funny but she's not smart enough to think that up.

There's no reason to refute the stupidity of this song and video here because it's unlikely the dumbasses would see it and if they did, they are too committed to their prideful dumbassery to be moved.

Why mention it? I think these dumbasses are likely the end of us.

I do appreciate a pretty church once the dumbass congregants have gone home to brag about harassing immigrants on FB.

#christian taliban #small town america

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marta-bee · 1 year ago

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Pressing on with the great Good Omens read-through, I do believe I've imprinted on our Newt Pulsifer; or at least identified with him to a perhaps extreme degree.

He's just some guy, you know? Looking for a job, he winds up working for Shadwell for a pittance. Bored and more than a bit stultified by being locked in a small room with his nonsense, he grasps at the chance to run an errand and even volunteers to pay his own way. I get it; we've all been in an office where the walls are closing in a bit and we jump at the chance to make a Starbucks run for everyone. And then:

Firstly, however, Newt had to do something about the flying saucer. It landed in the road ahead of him just as he was trying to find the Lower Tadfield turning and had the map spread over the steering wheel. He had to brake hard. It looked like every cartoon of a flying saucer Newt had ever seen. As he stared over the top of his map, a door in the saucer slid aside with a satisfying whoosh, revealing a gleaming walkway which extended automatically down to the road. Brilliant blue light shone out, outlining three alien shapes. They walked down the ramp. At least, two of them walked. The one that looked like a pepper pot just skidded down it, and fell over at the bottom. The other two ignored its frantic beeping and walked over to the car quite slowly, in the worldwide approved manner of policemen already compiling the charge sheet in their heads. The tallest one, a yellow toad dressed in kitchen foil, rapped on Newt's window. He wound it down. The thing was wearing the kind of mirror-finished sunglasses that Newt always thought of as Cool Hand Luke shades. "Morning, sir or madam or neuter," the thing said. "This your planet, is it?" The other alien, which was stubby and green, had wandered off into the woods by the side of the road. Out of the corner of his eye Newt saw it kick a tree, and then run a leaf through some complicated gadget on its belt. It didn't look very pleased. "Well, yes. I suppose so," he said. The toad stared thoughtfully at the skyline. "Had it long, have we, sir?" it said. "Er. Not personally. I mean, as a species, about half a million years. I think." The alien exchanged glances with its colleague. "Been letting the old acid rain build up, haven't we, sir?" it said. "Been letting ourselves go a bit with the old hydrocarbons, perhaps?" "I'm sorry?" "Could you tell me your planet's albedo, sir?" said the toad, still staring levelly at the horizon as though it was doing something interesting. "Er. No." "Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you, sir, that your polar ice caps are below regulation size for a planet of this category, sir." "Oh, dear," said Newt. He was wondering who he could tell about this, and realizing that there was absolutely no one who would believe him. The toad bent closer. It seemed to be worried about something, insofar as Newt was any judge of the expressions of an alien race he'd never encountered before. "We'll overlook it on this occasion, sir." Newt gabbled. "Oh. Er. I'll see to it-well, when I say I, I mean, I think Antarctica or something belongs to every country, or something, and-" "The fact is, sir, that we have been asked to give you a message." "Oh?" "Message runs 'We give you a message of universal peace and cosmic harmony an' suchlike.' Message ends," said the toad. "Oh." Newt turned this over in his mind. "Oh. That's very kind." "Have you got any idea why we have been asked to bring you this message, sir?" said the toad. Newt brightened. "Well, er, I suppose," he flailed, "what with Mankind's, er, harnessing of the atom and-" "Neither have we, sir." The toad stood up. "One of them phenomena, I expect. Well, we'd better be going." It shook its head vaguely, turned around and waddled back to the saucer without another word. Newt stuck his head out of the window. "Thank you!" The small alien walked past the car. "CO2 level up 0.5 percent," it rasped, giving him a meaningful look. "You do know you could find yourself charged with being a dominant species while under the influence of impulse-driven consumerism, don't you?"

The two of them righted the third alien, dragged it back up the ramp, and shut the door. Newt waited for a while, in case there were any spectacular light displays, but it just stood there. Evnetually he drove up on the verge and around it. When he looked in his rear-view mirror it had gone. I must be overdoing something, he thought guiltily. But what? And I can't even tell Shadwell, because he'd probably bawl me out for not counting their nipples.

I mean, what the heck is he supposed to do with all that? That's kind of the point at the end of the day. We are all Newt's, I guess, and what can any of us do, either on our own or to escalate it to someone who actually has the ability to respond? It's kind of a reminder of just how young Adam is, to imagine a response to all the environmenta damage that was really that straightforward and simply-handled. And he is that young, and the world really is that complicated (and therefore so thoroughly screwed). Not that there's not work to do or hope for improvement, but it's certainly not so simple as delivering a police citation.

But it's also just hilarious. Poor, poor Newt.

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On a different note, the bit about Agnes Nutter was really interesting. I think she cursed God (or its functional equivalent at least) for acting when They didn't really understand the issues at play. But I'm going to have to think about just what's going on with that little reference, probably reread it,, or more likely than not move on without fully unpacking it, because life is busy and I am a tired little Marta these days. But there's most definitely something going on there.

There's also something fascinating about Agnes's acceptance of the label 'witch': For wytch I am, for soe I am judged, yette I knoe not what my true Cryme may be. She's not scared of the word but precisely because it only means others attached it to her and she's not done anything wrong (quite the contrary, she's quite clearheaded and is mostly known for having helped her neighbors live more healthily), the word itself doesn't mean anythin bad.

She's a bit fearless, isn't she? Or at least has a broader view by virtue of her foresight. A badass certainly. I do hope we get more snippets about her as the story progresses.

#good omens #book omens #marta reads good omens #newt pulsifer #agnes nutter

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anavatazes · 2 months ago

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WIP Wed... uh Thursday...

Posting this while the grandkids are having fun with their aunts! Legos and Barbie abound in the house right now!

Any, here is a section from my Magneto/OC fic that was supposed to have been out by now... but Decisions got in the way. A certain character in this WIP is a reason why. I fall victim to characters jumping in and taking over and I follow and record their whims. For those following the comics, this takes place during AvEvX and Judgement Day. No other warnings. Besides this is still raw, and runs the risk of changing in the future with edits. Enjoy!

Autumn Palace

Arakko

Wearing her black and red cloak, Saga stood on the balcony from the master bedroom of the Autumn Palace on Arakko. Max lay in the bed behind her, sound asleep. The sun was just beginning to make its journey across the sky. Closing her eyes, Saga took a deep breath. She hoped this would be the last time she would have to leave him. They said their goodbyes during the night, knowing she would be gone before he woke the next day. She should have been gone by now. The urge to stay was strong. In the relatively short time they've been together, Max grabbed at her heart like only two others had in her entire lifetime. Even to her, that was a long time.

Looking back at him one last time, she decided now or never. This needed to be done so she could be at his side forever. He slept peacefully, something that his daughter Polaris had commented on not seeing before. His white, silvery hair rested in his eyes. Looking up into the dawn sky, Saga shook her head, forced the tears back, and closed her eyes.

When she opened them, she was onboard the bridge of her ship, the Mimir's Legend. “Welcome home, My Lady,” came a slightly accented male voice over the intercom.

“Mimir. What's the latest news?” She removed her cloak to reveal the armor that was her status symbol in the wider Omniverse. Placing the cloak on the back of the chair before her, sits in front of a console.

“Oh, you know, the usual shite. Universes ending, universes beginning, this criminal broke free, and hordes of demons sprung forth to conquer worlds. And your children miss you.”

“Have they been by?” Saga presses a few buttons on the console, reading the screen.

“All but Bjorn. He left a message stating that he was fine. And off with an old friend.”

Pausing her reading, Saga glances up at the ceiling, “He must be sulking again. Did he say which old friend?”

“No. The boy is rarely specific with me. He'd sooner use his shotgun to blow a hole in his head than give me any details.”

“Really, Mimir?”

“You know it to be true.”

“Fine. What of Grant and Slyvie? And who is Frigga with?” Sighing, Saga goes back to her screen.

“Slyvie stops by regularly. Even though the TVA keeps her busy, she makes time. She also left a message. She wants you to meet up at the TVA, ASAP. Seems it's about Loki.”

Because of her Omniversal duties, Saga has had many dealings with the TVA. They increased tenfold when her adopted children, Slyvie and Loki began working for them, Loki in a more permanent way when he saved the multiverse.

“Your oldest has taken it upon himself to chaperone your granddaughter and his niece during her official courtship to Lord Nori, the demon lord.”

Stopping what she's doing, with a wistful look on her face, Saga says, “Official courtship? Slyvie approves?”

“She was practically dancing all a flutter around here when she told me. It's past time those two got some happiness, I say!”

“Yes, Nori is an excellent choice.” It certainly didn't hurt that he was the son of her best friend and long-time work compatriot. Saga had been there when his parents had met, decided a relationship was for them, when he was born, and for the devastating moment when his father had been murdered. Now the two houses would be joined by Nori and Frigga. It was also no surprise that Grant put himself as the chaperone. He and Nori had practically grown up together and were as close as brothers.

“How are things on Arakko?”

“I didn’t want to leave.” Saga could still feel Max’s hands on her body.

“Young love.”

Saga laughs. “You’re only a few years older than I, old man.”

“You still have a body.”

“I know, brother. I know. I am glad you are still here with me, nonetheless.”

Alarms start blaring, “I’m picking up a large multiversal storm in… Oh no!”

Sitting up in her seat, Saga looks up at the main screen, watching the data scrolling across it. “How! We stabilized that universe! I sacrificed so much for that universe! Why is it disappearing now?!” Slamming her hands on the console, she reached out with all her senses. She had kept an attachment to that particular universe, the one Bjorn had been born in. The one she thought she had lost herself forever in. She felt it for a brief second and then it was gone! As if it had never existed!

“Where is Bjorn?! Tell me he wasn’t there! Please!” She pleaded.

“I’m checking! You know how he is when he doesn’t want to be found!”

“I know!” Reaching out with all of her senses again, Saga searches for her son. The stubborn child could hide himself well, a trait he shared with his father. Her stomach dropped. She couldn’t feel him! Covering her mouth with her hand, Saga heaved a large sob. “No!” Feeling a tug on her skirt, Gyda signals her arrival. Collapsing on the floor, the two companions lean on each other for support.

“I am not giving up, My Lady.”

“I can’t feel him, Mimir.”

“Wires become crossed all the time. You’ve just had one huge shock. Don’t force an unnecessary one on yourself.”

“I can’t lose h…” Saga and Gyda vanished.

“Saga?! Saga?!”

The door leading onto the bridge opened, a tall man with dark hair and a dark beard cropped close to his face rushed in. “Mimir? Where’s Ma? Something’s happened!”

“Bjorn! Where have you been?! We’ve been searching for you! Ever since Universe 28457931459 was destroyed she’s been frantic!”

“I don’t doubt! I was with Loki when it happened,” Bjorn walked over to the seat his mother was at, lifting her cloak. “Where is she?”

“She and Gyda disappeared just seconds before you showed up.”

“To where?”

“I don’t know. I’m not picking them up anywhere. Your mother was saying something and then she was cut off.”

“She was taken?” This was something Bjorn was not used to. He was the protector. The muscle. His brother and Slyvie were the ones who thought, planned, and figured. It didn’t come easily to him. Now he was first at the scene of something happening? And it was Ma?

“It appears so.”

“But..”

Feeling a familiar hug from behind, followed by Sylvie’s voice, “Don’t worry, little brother, Loki sent me some interesting information before I arrived. Had you stayed for another minute, you would have had it. But he understands. He and I both remember a time when we rushed like you.” She hugs him tighter, reassuring him.

“Where is she?”

“The Omniversal Council is convening. We believe it has something to do with her.”

Bjorn turns to face her, looking down at her. “You can’t be serious!”

“Dead.”

“Those jackasses!”

“Look, you have had more contact with Earth and its inhabitants in Universe 616. While we wait for Grant, Figga, and Nori to arrive, go there. Make sure her Max is well. I don’t know if the destruction of your and your father’s universe is completely related yet to the Council meeting, but I wouldn’t put it past a few vindictive members. So we need to err on the side of caution. You have Freki with you?” She straightened up his heavy duster, flannel shirt, and short hair, fussing over him, as she always did. He had been born shortly after Frigga, and Sylvie always felt a special attachment to him.

Bjorn nodded, “He headed for the Den as soon as we boarded.”

“I believe you will find Max Eisenhardt, also known as Magneto, on the planet Arakko, formerly known as Mars, at his Autumn Palace. That was the last location your mother teleported from.” Mimir added.

“So this is how I meet the boyfriend?”

“This is for your mother, Bjorn. Don’t let your stubbornness show. Remember, she may need us more than anything, right now.” Her green eyes met his hazel eyes.

“I know,” he nodded his head. “I’ll get Freki and go. You guys hear anything…”

“We’ll tell you first thing, I promise,’ Slyvie finishes for him. Leaning up to kiss his cheek, she shoos him off the bridge.

Once the door closed behind Bjorn, Mimir was the first to speak, “You placed a tracker on him?”

“Sure did.”

“I assume Loki is beside himself.”

“You are correct.”

“We know this has to do with Saga wanting to retire from her duties in the Omniverse.”

“You were headless, Mimir, not stupid. Now, we need to get you ready to jump to the Citadel. We have a Council Meeting to crash as soon as we are all together again.” Slyvie turned to the main console, the same one Saga had sat in, and began the preparations.

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Autumn Palace

Arakko

At the main entrance of the Autumn Palace, Bjorn and the Asgardian wolf, Freki, appeared in a red flash. Surrounding the palace was destruction. He immediately grabbed his shotgun, looking around for danger, Freki lowered his large body to the ground, defensively. Giving Freki a hand signal to stay, Bjorn slowly moved around, using his keen hearing and sight to pick up anything that could clue him into what happened here, and if there were any survivors. He could hear a battle ringing off in the distance, but that didn’t concern him. What concerned him was this building. These were the coordinates that Mimir gave him. He knew this was the correct universe. It wasn’t that long ago that his mother had been here. What the hell happened here so quickly?

Concentrating harder, Bjorn could hear heartbeats inside the palace. One sounded older than the rest. Signaling for Freki to follow close, Bjorn walked inside, cautiously. It was dark, but that didn’t bother him. His Asgardian blood gave him the ability to use his senses in ways that even other Asgardians couldn’t fathom. Mimir often joked with him and Grant that it was part of being from such an old branch of the Asgardian family tree. Bjorn didn’t care. It made his job as a protector easier. Hidden by the stairs was a grown man, who did not match his mother’s description of Max, and several children of various ages, shapes, sizes, and colors. He pointed his shotgun down, but kept his stance stiff and ready, “What happened here? Where’s Max?”

“Uh, a fight with the Eternals is happening, and Magneto was dead the last I heard. Who are you?” the man feels compelled to answer.

Bjorn bites his lips, clutching his weapon tightly, in a meager attempt to keep his emotions in check. Freki lets out a mournful roo. “What do you mean dead?”

“He died for Arakko!” One of the children speaks up, with a chorus of “Yeahs!” following.

“Look, man. All we heard is he took the fight to the big guy that was attacking the planet and the guy ripped his heart out. We were all dropped off here. We haven’t heard anything since,” The man the children trusted explained. “Look, the name’s Craig. You a friend of his?”

“Something like that. Where was he when… when he was killed?” This was the last thing his mother would want to hear right now. If there was a war happening between the mutants and the Eternals, he wouldn’t be able to interfere, just based on his connection to his mother. So if the news of Max’s death was exaggerated, and he was somehow still alive, he wouldn’t be able to help him, unless…

“The Great Ring. That’s where it all started.”

“Then that’s where we’ll go. C’mon Freki.” Bjorn and Freki disappear in a flash of red as they turn and walk away, leaving Craig and the children wondering.

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The Great Ring

Arakko

There was a flash of red light just as there was a flash of smoke. There were naught but bones and corpses around the The Great Ring of Arakko. He had just missed him. But the news of his health was not good. The one called Lodus explained the injuries Max had sustained, and the likelihood of him not surviving them. That it was his and their Queen, Storm’s abilities keeping him alive, but that would only work in his favor for so long. Bjorn knew that if he were to make the journey to Earth he would interfere, and he and his mother would be in trouble with the Council. He was tempted to risk it anyway. He was his father’s son, and when had he ever listened to anyone?

The message he had sent to Mimir had been answered. There was no multiversal interference found in this occurrence. He was powerless to keep Max from killing himself. But as he had waited for the answer, he had scoped out part of the planet and asked questions of the survivors. They were vulnerable to attack. There were innocents involved. Other than the Judgment that was coming for the inhabitants from the Celestial, he could do something about the possibility of foreign invaders.

Dropping his shotgun on the Ring, getting the attention of the mutants around him, Bjorn reached into his belt behind him, taking one of his curved daggers. Made from the same metal as the metal of his mother’s maul, he whispered a few words, making the runes carved into it glow. Standing up on the Ring, he walks to the center, earning protests from everyone. Kneeling, Bjorn utters, “She loved you.” Raising his arm he slams the dagger into the table, causing a large clap of thunder, heard planet-wide. The dagger was embedded, deep into the Ring. Walking away, to the edge to jump down, he dodges a few strikes. “Hey!”

Freki jumps in front of Bjorn, Growling and snarling, growing in size, with runic marks glowing blue on his body, and eyes shining with lightning. “Calm Freki. I was foolish and did not explain myself.” Leaning down, he pets and holds his companion. He and his brother Geri were given to Saga, along with Mimir’s Legend as gifts for long years of service to Odin. At least that is what was told. In reality, they were given in payment for what had happened to her family. Freki had formed a close bond with Bjorn’s father, and that bond had passed over to his son when he’d died.

“Explain!” Came the voice of Isca the Unbeaten.

“I am forbidden by my mother’s masters to interfere directly in the war at hand. I can indirectly involve myself, as an Asgardian, and place one of my Daggers of Protection here protecting the planet from foreign invaders until this current skirmish is finished.” Bjorn had calmed Freki somewhat. His hackles were still raised, and he was watching everyone closely.

Lodus Logos spoke, “You are a friend of Magneto’s lover?”

“Her son. Bjorn Sagasson, the Protector. My companion is Freki. We cannot stay, as we have pressing matters,” Mimir sent the message that the others were almost there. “But I could not leave without doing something for him in her name. She loved him.” They wanted more. He already said more than he probably should have. Done more than he should have. But it was who he was. He didn’t always follow the rules. His main concern was always protecting. In a flash of red, he and Freki disappeared.

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mortalitys-shadow · 11 months ago

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Life is full of ups and downs, relationships are never spared that. Heart breaks have even happened with Hubby and I. Each time we are given the chance to love each other despite our failures and pain we grow nearer. Love is a choice, when you think a relationship is coming to an end don't lose heart. There are types of abuse that are inexcusable so I don't mean to tolerate being treated poorly. But we are all human, we have chapters where we are going through too much pain or stress to keep up. There are times our pain ends up affecting those we love, we snap at them, or become distant... Take good care of yourself so you can be the best version of yourself, encourage your love to do the same. Don't put them down for their pain... And also sometimes we are all a little immature. Everyone is different and what environment will help us grow will vary, though God should always be at the center of it...

God really is the best teacher, praying to Him for salvation, for help to walk the right path, it's the most important thing to do in your life. He has helped me a lot. I didn't have a lot of examples growing up, so I prayed and read the Bible to learn what kind of wife God wants me to be... I'm still on that journey and I will be until my last breath... And I am glad... I will be learning to be my best self in God's eyes, and in that I will be the best wife I can be based on God's standards for my life...

Sometimes no matter how hard we try, people aren't happy with us, sometimes it's because of our own mistakes because we are human. It's important to look to God for His approval above a humans... If you're asked to go against your moral compass then turn your eyes to God in prayer, if someone abandons or hurts you for following God above man, though it hurts, you will be blessed. That doesn't mean to purposely push people away using faith as a battering ram, God loves that person you are interacting with. As Christians we are His representatives, ask yourself, how did Jesus act and respond during His time on earth? He set an example for us to follow.

There was a chapter my hubby wanted me to do things I was afraid were wrong. I prayed a lot, I tried to trust God for the answers.. if I doubted again I would pray again. It's okay to turn to God for answers, He is the source of truth. Over time and prayer I slowly figured out between me and God what was okay and not okay. Standing firm when Hubby would try to convince me one way or the other was hard, it's important to hear someone out respectfully, but always take it to God in prayer and go off of what God tells you, not a human. My relationship with Hubby changed when I started choosing God above him... It taught me to not blindly follow and obey out of fear of losing someone... I thought He would divorce me for not being willing to do certain things, and when he didn't... The fear subsided quite a bit... I found freedom in it. My moral compass will always be under construction as I learn and grow but I'm safe... And if someone rejects me for my walk with God, if I've truly done my best to do no harm while standing firm with God as my leader, well, I will be blessed for anything and anyone I lose. That doesn't mean it won't hurt, but it will be worth the pain... Just as living the message God wants us to see and hear will be worth it.

I am very far from perfect. I fail several times a day in some way... I look at my daily life and I see a lot that I can be doing better. Remember to have mercy on yourself and others... We are always going to be learning and improving ourselves. God's the only one that can really bring us to our best self. Remember our walk with God is the most important thing in life, our life will align to the right path with our eyes on God. We will perform better in life and our relationships with God at its center. Don't lose sight.

Remember that worries of this world are like crashing waves. When a disciple stepped out onto the stormy water his eyes were on Jesus, but when he looked away he became afraid, his faith faltered... He could have walked all the way to Jesus and stood with him, nothing but his own faltering attention span and faith kept him from that.

I deal with intrusive thoughts, God has helped me a lot to not be so afraid of them. I had horrible nightmares until I learned to pray even in my dreams lol. God's will and plan can be difficult to figure out. Don't think He doesn't hear you just because He answers in His own perfect way.

Sometimes we are like a dog begging for the boiling water cooking on the stove thinking it's full of goodies, we don't really know what we ask sometimes. God knows all that we need though and He will provide everything we need to live the life He wants us to live.

Note to self, I really need to spend more time in the bible. My job changed, originally I was able to listen to the bible while I worked but I can't anymore. It makes it harder to make time for it. Audio bibles are amazing, I need to get into the routine of cleaning every day and listening to the bible. Or hey listening to the bible while doing a hobby like painting, or even playing video games.... It is true though that the more we listen the more we will learn from the bible. Simply making a few minutes to read just a few verses and really think about them throughout the day may do more in our hearts.

Have an awesome blessed day everyone. Remember God has no favorites, He searches for the lost and rejoices more over the one lost returning to Him than those that were never lost. He loves you. He is calling out to you. Hear Him, reach out to Him and He will answer.

Faith the size of a mustard seed... To reach out to Him in the first place you surely have some amount of faith that He might be there... He is there... He is waiting for you. He will answer you... Don't stop reaching for Him, seek and you will find. The desire to seek Him, is Him calling you by name.

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