#ARRGGH I NEED HIM

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(not my edit; creds to @ jaredaep on tiktok!)

*sighs dreamily* sam wesson the man that you are <33

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smash youtubers that have never played fire emblem or fire emblem fates stop mentioning how Bad fates was whenever you talk about corrin challenge: impossible

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Meme Swap: Side Story Part 1 - No One Can Hear Them Speak!!

Summary: While Beeg and Eggdog are have their own mischief adventure, pretending as their owners, SMG3 and SMG4 have their own adventures in their pets' body as they try their best to find them to fix the bodyswap mess. This fanfic is a celebration for hitting 200+ reads on Meme Swap and will only have three parts.

Tags: Comedy, Body Swap, Family fluff

Note: It is recommended that you should read Meme Swap by @shygirl4991 first before reading this! Thanks to them for accepting and be the proof-reader for the fanfic!

2nd Part

Eggdog's eyes light up at the thought of being able to eat ice cream, he frowns looking at his dad then at Beeg. To the shock of Three he watches as Eggdog agrees and runs off with Beeg, this was bad news as Three and Four exchange looks.

"...Are you kidding me... Did Eggdog just-" as SMG3 was about to say anything, SMG4 screamed in a panic.

They couldn't believe in their eyes, their own pets, who are now in their bodies, literally ditch them! Especially for Eggdog, at which point, he agrees to help them, but when Beeg SMG4 instantly suggests that they could just run around and possibly pretend to be them, Eggdog agrees with him and they just... DITCH THEM?! This caused SMG3 to be angrily pissed.

"ARRGGH! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT SMG4! YOU MADE THIS HAPPEN!!" SMG3 barked angrily at SMG4. "ME?! IT WAS BEEG WHO WENT UP TO US!!" SMG4 retorted. "YEA, BUT YOU GOT DISTRACTED, AND GOTTEN OURSELVES INTO THIS MESS!!" SMG3 retorted back at SMG4.

While they're continually arguing to each other on who are the ones that are the faults for causing the bodyswap mess, at the otherside of the room, Bob and Boopkin could hear the commotion. Except, it's not the usual arguing they both hear sometimes from those two. All they could hear was... meme noises?

"Huh? Sounded like Three and Four's pets are... fighting? Should we tell Three and Four about this?" Boopkin asked Bob. "LOL! AS IF! THAT'S THEIR KIDS! THEY'RE SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO CAN STOP IT. LET THEIR STUPID PET BE!" Bob concluded with the "a bit mean but does kinda have a point" answer to Boopkin, as those two continued went back to what they are doing. Meanwhile for Four and Three, they're still arguing about it, until Four groans and has enough with it.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? CAN WE JUST ARGUE ABOUT THIS LATER, AND ASK ANYONE TO HELP US OUT?" SMG4 begged as he knows that this argument can lead to nowhere if they keep this up. "Ugh fine! Let's get this over with and get our body back! Who knows what those two are doing with it." SMG3 rolled his eyes and responded with an agreement to Four, as he does have a point, who REALLY knows what those two boys are up to. With that, they left the room.

As they are now in the main lobby, they noticed how much scarily bigger the room is. With them being in their pets' body, who are structurally small that needed to be carried, it gives the vibe that the room became more like a giant flat stadium, than a lobby. Both Four and Three then looked around the area and found Saiko. They quickly ran up to her, with Four asking for help.

"Hey Saiko! Please help us here!" Saiko looked down as she heard the noise. "I know this may sound strange, but this is us! SMG4 and SMG3! We accidentally got ourselves bodyswapped with our pets! Can you please tell us where they went?" SMG4 pleaded in a slight desperation, not realizing that to Saiko, all she can hear is his meme noise. "Awwww, hello you little ones! Are you looking for your owners?" Saiko said in a cutesy voice to Four and Three. "Wait- I- wha-?!" SMG4 was puzzled at what Saiko said, including SMG3, who was surprised by that answer. Did Saiko misheard what Four said? SMG4 tries to correct Saiko.

"Uhh... haha... No Saiko, we are THE owners... We're just looking for our pets who are now in our bodies! Have you seen them?" Again, to Saiko, all she could hear from him was a multiple pufferfish meme sound. "Oh? Do you guys want to play then? I can get you two guys some toys!" Saiko asked, as if she ignored his question. SMG4's eyes then started to widen. "...Tha-that's not what I said..." SMG4 muttered frighteningly, as he then looked at SMG3, who also has the same reaction as he has. This doesn't feel right at all, did Saiko not understand what he said? As they're about to freak out, Melony walks in. "Hey Saiko! Is there something wrong?" She asked a question to Saiko. SMG3 then instantly tries to call on Melony to get his attention and see if she can hear him.

"OI! MELONY! TELL SAIKO THAT WE DON'T WANT ONE ANY OF THOSE, AND WE WERE JUST ASKING ON WHERE DID OUR PETS WENT! WE-" As SMG3 continued to explain everything to Melony, like how Saiko misunderstood what SMG4 said, both of the girls misunderstood what SMG3 said, as all they could hear from him was barking. Saiko pointed at those two on what's going on, in which Melony then started to guess herself.

"Hmmm, maybe they're asking where my pet, Axol Jr. is? They probably want to play with him." Melony assumed to Saiko that might be the case, which made SMG3 instantly start to yell at them. "WHAT?! WE DON'T WANT TO GO ON PLAYDATE WITH HIM!! DO YOU GUYS EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT I EVEN SAID?" This cause SMG4 to have a scary thought of something after what SMG3 said, what if they couldn't understand them? As if their way of speaking are... more for memery... SMG4 then holds SMG3, and rotates him, as he tells Three an awful revelation.

"Three... I think they can't hear us speak..." He said in a frightened expression. "Huh?! What makes you say that?!" SMG3 asked with a shocking yet angrily confused expression. "Three, we're LITERALLY stuck in our own pet's body! If Beeg and Eggdog CAN understand us, but the others do not... it means we're only been speaking in meme language this whole time..." SMG4 frighteningly explained, in which it caused SMG3 to freeze as he realized that could be the reason that the two girls misunderstood them. They can only speak a language that only Three, Four and their pets can understand. SMG3 then started to scream and panic.

"OH MY GOD! IF WE HAVE BEEN SPEAKING IN THE DIFFERENT LANGUAGE TO THE OTHERS, WE'RE LITERALLY! DOOMED!!!" He panickedly shuddered. "HOW IN THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO TELL EVERYONE ABOUT THIS STUPID SITUATION WE ARE IN IF THEY CAN'T UNDERSTAND US?" He added as he is feeling more scared about it. "I DON'T KNOW!" SMG4 responded worryingly. "THE ONLY THING WE CAN DO IS TO SPEAK TO OUR PETS! THEY'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN UNDERSTAND US!" He added, in which cause for Three to sarcastically agree on Four. "Yea! Sure! Let's just hope our kids would DEFINITELY listen this time, and finally get our bodies back! Because last time I asked Eggdog to switch us back, your pet DEFINITELY did not just... oh I don't know... BRIBE HIM TO DITCH THAT IDEA AND LEAVE US LIKE THIS!!!" he barked at Four angrily. "Well, do you have any other ideas that YOU think will solve this problem?!" Four asked in an annoyed manner.

As Three was about to say something, it got interrupted as they heard someone in the other room. "Okay Melony! I'm done setting the room up! Can you get those two little ones, and place them here please?" It seems like the meme guardians got distracted with their conversation, that the two girls had left, and have set up a playdate with Axol Jr. This will not end well. "Oh no..." they said in terrified unison. Four instantly rushes himself into the lobby's main door, and tries to pull the door open, trying to escape from this "playdate", but due to his current body, he struggles to at least move the door, even a bit.

"C'mon... C'MON!!!" He pulled, and pulled, but had no luck. Three meanwhile can only watch due to his body having no arms, or even hands. I mean sure, Eggdog could still hold anything, but for Three, this is like stuck into a new body, meaning he doesn't know what or how even those Eggdogs, including his own kid, can even interact with the item. After a few seconds of trying, SMG4 tired himself out, and started to doubt himself. "There's no use! I can't pull it to get it open!" He turns to Three. "Any other good escape route?!" "uhhh..." SMG3 looks around anxiously in a hurry. He moves a bit to find an alternate route and sees the window. "Aha! How about the window?" He suggested in which SMG4 agrees. They instantly went into the window, with Four jumping into the window frame and trying to open it, but like the door, it is completely shut. "Damn it-" as he tries to punch the window glass, it causes him to get hurt. "Ow!" Three responded by going up to the wall, and banging his head once, after seeing that, pretty much a substitute for a hand as a facepalm.

As Four jumps down to the floor and about to give up, they instantly hear the knock, which makes Four have an idea. He whispered to Three about the plan to him and got the nod. Meanwhile, both Saiko and Melony left the guest room. As Melony went to find the kids, Saiko instantly went up to the door, and opened it, instantly saying hi, as it is Kaizo. As those two started talking, the meme guardians instantly sneak out while not getting caught by two girls and the demon. With the door still open, Three and Four swiftly went outside. This however caused Melony to go up to Saiko and Kaizo, and ask where those two were, in which they shrugged, without knowing that they completely escaped.

As they ran out of the castle, SMG4 started to look around and worrying over a runaway memes in their bodies, while SMG3 however, is still mad that his own precious egg son got tempted by that freeloader pet. Four's worriedness is more for the fact he is scared of what those two would even do in their bodies, amplifying to the fact that he saw the sun is setting, and he has these scary thoughts running through his head, with one of them made him think that if the sun goes down, or the time hits midnight, would that mean they will be stuck like this for eternity? And if that would be the case, is it even possible to do it again unless it would take a long time or even years for them to repeat that spell. Even if those thoughts aren't accurate, he knows damn sure that his trouble-making child doesn't want to go back to his original body that Four is currently stuck in. As much as Four knows that Beeg would sometimes cause trouble, he knows that Beeg is literally still a kid, or at least, he's pretty sure he just acted like a kid even if it was his meme pet to begin with.

Three's thought on the other hand is more mad at Beeg than Eggdog. Yea sure, he felt betrayed that Eggdog would ever do such a thing, after becoming his new right-hand man, but he does admit that being mad at Eggdog is a bit too cruel for him to do that, he can be strict, but he isn't overly too strict, it was more for the fact that Beeg was the one being the main source of Eggdog started to not listening to him. However, once the body swap issue is resolved, he is definitely going to give those two a good grounding, possibly a month or so.

As the two are trying to find the kids, Four then asks if there is any sign of them, in which Three replied with a no. As they looked around, SMG3 heard a familiar sounding voices. He turns around and instantly recognizes that it was Meggy and Tari.

"-and he said something about wanting to marry him or something along those lines? Which caught me off guard coming from him" Meggy informed Tari about what happened earlier, which Three meanwhile couldn't make out on who they were talking to. Tari however, giggled, yet surprised from that information that Meggy explained about, which of course the former inkling starts giggling on that idea as well. This caused Three to have an idea, as he instantly went to Four.

"Hey SMG4!" he called as Four got his attention. "Maybe if we make enough noise, we can get the squid's attention!" he exclaimed to Four as he had planned. SMG4 however doubted Three's plan. "What?! Have you forgotten what I said about-" Four's explanation got interrupted by Three. "Yea! Yea! They can't understand us in this condition we are in! But that's possibly because they aren't too big brain enough that it was us! The ginger-haired squid meanwhile is!" Three explained as Four thought to himself that he does somewhat have a point. Meggy is smarter than anyone else in the group, so it makes sense that maybe Meggy could read their body language and see if she can read that something is off. Four then had no other choice but to agree on Three's plan and instantly walk up to them.

Meggy and Tari meanwhile continued the conversation, not until it got interrupted with the noise. They looked around and saw that it was "Beeg SMG4" and "Eggdog". Not surprising enough, even the smarter person Meggy, couldn't tell that it was SMG4 and SMG3 who were stuck in their own meme pets' body. Tari then asked Meggy as she looked at the pair concerned. "Uh... is Four and Three's pets okay? They seem to be more noisy than usual." Meggy then smiled at the pair. "Maybe they're hungry!" That isn't already a good sign for Three and Four to hear as Meggy didn't recognize that something is off. "Come on Tari, let's get them food!" She exclaimed as she and Tari started to walk away. SMG4 then panics as he tries to follow them. "Meggy don't leave us here! MEGGY HELP US!!!" He then falls into the floor and frowns, while Three looks at the girls before instantly looks back at his meme guardian partner saddened by what he and Four saw. Four then sadly tells Three the conclusion of it. "It's over SMG3, no one really understands us..."

[kkotda]

We should single-handedly bring back this era of hcs 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾

CAUSE LIKE ARRGGH

Kenma probably has the lightbulbs you can turn off / dim / change the color of from your phone all over the apartment so you guys can literally dim the lights and your cats would snuggle with you and you’d order takeout and it’s so ARRRGHHH

AND LIKE

Just Imagine late night study sessions with Kenma and co like before a test or smth. Like your group wouldn’t let you overwork yourself like kuroo and everyone would push you justtt enough to spur you on to get stuff in your head / get work done and I feel like they’re good at monitoring people (remember Kuroo’s whole “WE ARE PLASMA” thing LOL) so they’d know when to start being silly to take your mind off things and avoid burnout

ALSO LATENIGHT SNACKRUNS / BOBA RUNS ARRRGGGHG I LOVEEEE THE IDEA OF HAIKYUU UNI AU WITH A TIGHTKNIT FRIEND GROUP IM GONNA BLOW UPPPP

bro stop because i'm literally CENTIMETERS away from opening a draft I'VE BEEN SO STRONG UNTIL NOW YOU ARE SINGLE-HANDEDLY RUINING ME (HAHAHAHA)

putting a cut because i already know i'm gonna yap y'all's heads off (sorry not sorry)

KENMA IS A LITTLE LIGHT PERSON!!!!!!!!! like he'll have led's or lamps, etc instead of using those godforsaken huge like ceiling fan or whatever lights ykwim?? and the warmer lights and OMG THE VIBES!!! THE VIBES!!!!!!!! i think this is like the second time i'm saying this but can you imagine him with a black cat (shiro) and a white cat (kuro) and whenever he calls for kuro whenever kuroo is with them they both turn and it's the CUTEST THING EVERRRRRR gosh

STUDYING WITH THE ENTIRE HAIKYUU CAST WOULD BE SO FUN and like these are friend groups you can actually lowkey mix!!!!!! studying with the canon karasuno 2nd years for when you need to lock in, with nekoma when you're trying to be a person in stem (sorry for succumbing to the sterotypes guys), johzenji when you want to yap because come on now we already know nothing is getting done with them, OIKAWA WHEN YOU WANT TO YAP!!!!!! iwaizumi just looking so done and tired (SORRY IWA LKSDJFSLDFKJ)

and omg can you imagine studying with dateko?? LIKE FUTAKUCHI WITH THE 3RD YEARS WOULD BE SO FUN and aone just sitting there like i don't know how to math (i'm lying i think he's like extremely smart)

as for boba runs hear me out... BOBA RUNS WITH YAMAGUCHI AND TSUKKI I THINK WOULD BE SO FUN LIKE yamaguchi has the best boba recommendations and tsukki knows where all the good places are COME ON TELL ME YOU CAN SEE IT PLEASE

anyways i'm also crying with you because i love haikyuu atmosphere so much so so so so so much THEY ARE WHO I ASPIRE TO BE!!!!!

[stayboba]

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‘Let Go’

Jisung (Han) x fem!reader

Your feelings for Jisung and the jealousy you have for a certain staff member cause you to distance yourself from him, until one night the truth comes out...

Word Count: 6.9k 

Genres: Friends to lovers cause i’m a sucker for this trope, Slight Angst (happy ending), Smut (18+ minors DNI)

Warnings: A lil angsty, smut, mature content (18+ minors DNI), negative self-talk, reader cries, jealously/insecurity themes, oral/fingering (f. receiving), overstimulation (f. receiving), spitting, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of voyeurism, mature language

‘have u gotten off work yet?’ You hear a ping at the arrival of Jisung’s text. You read it as you simultaneously lock your office door, closing up for the evening.

‘just did, what’s up?’ You type back, rounding the block. It doesn’t take long before your phone goes off again. 

‘wanna come hang out at the studio? it won’t be long, we should be finished with what we’re working soon.’ Your hand tenses around the device as you scan over his response. Another message pops up under the one you’re reading. 

‘plus, changbin is starting to get rowdy cause we’re kinda stuck on this one track... we could use the extra pair of ears pls.’ This one is followed by the emoji with the teary, black eyes and the mouth drawn into a pout.

You sigh, letting your shoulders drop. It’s not that you didn’t want to see your friend. Lately, you've just developed a tendency to be avoidant of Jisung. Especially when it comes to being in the studio with him. Nonetheless, this time you decide to swallow your pride.

‘yeah, sure! that sounds good :)’ You respond, shaking yourself out of your mood. 

‘yay! that’s good because i already placed an order for takeout and i need u to go pick it up before u get here pls. lolololololol...’ You roll your eyes yet change your route towards yours and Jisung's favorite restaurant. 

~

As you approach the recording room, you can already feel the pressure building in your ear canals. The bass spills into the hallway, resonating throughout the walls. You struggle to open the door with the large takeout bag that you’re carrying in your arms. Somehow, you can hear the sound of Jisung’s footsteps scurrying over to you.

“I got it!” He shouts over the music. He takes the bag from you and sets it on the coffee table in front of the couch. Your arms feel like the noodles you ordered as you go to shut the door behind you.

“Hey, (Y/n)! Thanks for stopping by!” Chan turns around in his chair at the computer desk to greet you. Changbin sits next to him, clicking away at the computer mouse. 

“Arrggh!” He yells, snatching the pair of headphones off his head. He turns to Chan, then sees you out of the corner of his eye. 

“Oh,” His ears go red when he realizes you've seen his mini tantrum. “Hey, (Y/n).”

“Hey guys!” You laugh, taking a seat next to Jisung on the couch. You give his shoulder a smack as he reaches into the bag. 

“Ow!” He retreats, grasping his “injury” with his hand. “What did you do that for?”

“Why the hell would you put the order name under ‘J.ONE’ and not tell me?” At this, Jisung bursts into a fit of laughter. This earns a few giggles from Chan and a sly smile from Changbin. 

"What do you mean?? I use that name at that place all the time," He clasps his hand to his chest, faking a heartbreak. "How could you not remember?"

“Liar! That cashier looked at me like I was stupid,” You grimace, snatching your food container out of the bag. “He had to go back and read all of the recent orders one by one! I was holding up the line!” Jisung just snickers at the account of your awkward experience. 

“Alright, alright! Maybe I recently started using it to troll,” He’s removing the lid to his own food, already slurping away at a mouthful of noodles. “But you haven’t uh... well never mind.” His eyes fall from yours to the floor. 

You feel a twinge at your heart when you realize what he might have been about to say. This is the first time you’ve gotten food together in a while, the first time you haven’t made an excuse for not coming to see him. Still, you opt not to take the discussion any farther and instead begin to eat your food. 

You keep to yourself like this for a while, munching away at your teriyaki chicken while watching Chan and Changbin fidget with the computer. You try to ignore your own guilty thoughts and the occasional burn of Jisung’s eyes into the side of your head. Unable to bare the strong silence, despite the loud music snippets playing every now and then, you clear your throat. 

“Ji said you guys were stuck on a track?” You asked the two at the computer. Chan replies with a sigh. 

“Yeah, we can’t decide what beat works best with what we have so far.” Changbin turns in his seat again, glaring over at the youngest of the three producers. 

“Hey, Han! Why don’t you get back to helping us make a decision!” He shouts at him. Jisung sinks into the couch beside you. 

“Okay, okay... I’m almost done.” He starts to eat the rest of his noodles one at a time, making you giggle. The two of you exchange a look for a few seconds before you avert your gaze away again. Chan suddenly looks over his shoulder at you and gets an idea. 

“Why don’t we just play them for (Y/n)? See what she thinks?” Now all three pairs of eyes are on you. 

“Well... sure. I’ll try!” Changbin gets up, offering you his chair. You sit yourself down, putting the headphones on over your ears. Chan plays his first, then Changbin. You nod your head to the boom of the bass, understanding why this is such a hard choice to make now.

“Han, come play yours now,” Chan says. Jisung sets his noodle container down, walking over to the desk. Your breath hitches when he leans over you, standing so close. His hand brushes yours as he reaches for the mouse. That’s when you hear the door open.

“Hey, Sori!” Your heart drops as you whip your head around to see a woman walk into the room, her bright smile practically lighting the place up. Your eyes instantly flit over to Jisung, and your lip goes into a frown when you see he’s looking at her with a smile just as bright. 

“What’s up!?” There’s an almost sickly, sweet tone to her voice. 

“We’re just trying to decide what kind of beat we want to use for the bass on this track,” Chan says, gesturing over to the computer. As Sori’s eyes lock with yours, you want nothing more than to either disappear or kick yourself for coming here. 

“Hi (Y/n)!” Sori chirps, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, hey!” You say, trying to hide any signs of unease that might be on your face.

“I was just about to play the one I made.” Says Jisung.

“Cool! Can I have a listen?” She looks to you, pointing at the headphones. 

“Oh, yeah sure!” You hesitate before taking them off and handing them over to her. You get up so she can sit down in your previous spot. 

“Okay, ready?” Jisung’s eyes are full of anticipation as he looks down at her. 

“Mhm!” He hits the play button, leaning on the desk. You watch Sori’s face in the silence as she listens to the music. Her brow furrows before an impressed grin spreads across her face. 

“Oh my gosh, this one! This is it, you have to use this one!” She gawks. Jisung begins to shake his fists in excitement. 

“Really, you think so?” She brings her hand up to rest it on his leg. 

“Yes, definitely! This sounds really good, Jisung!” You cross your arms across your chest in hopes of making yourself smaller when you hear her call him that. You’re screaming at yourself to look away but at the same you can't resist the urge to watch.

“Now hold on! You haven’t even listened to mine yet!” Changbin argues, and the whole room laughs. You’re mustering a fake smile while trying to swallow the lump in your throat. 

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to the bathroom.” You blurt out before leaving the room. You walk at a hurried pace down the hallway. Much to your relief, you find the restroom empty when you get there. You hunch over the sink, peering up into the mirror. 

You knew deep down that Sori was just a staff member, someone who worked with Jisung. You also knew that she was just a friendly person, which of course she fucking was because everything about her was perfect. She was probably just being nice whenever she interacted with Jisung or any of the other members. And so was he, always striving to keep things professional.

But these rational pieces of knowledge could never stop you from feeling on edge whenever she was around. No amount of reason could lighten the dark shade of green on your face from every smile, every laugh, and every harmless touch that Sori and Jisung shared.

All because you are in love with your best friend and pretty much always have been. This was probably most unfortunate of all because you knew that you couldn’t be with him. A relationship with him would be seen as a scandal, it would be a blow to his career, and you could never do that to him. So, you’ve kept silent all this time.

Yet this didn’t stop the growing envy you felt when Sori was around and in turn, your jealousy could never deter your feelings for Jisung. You were simply caught in the middle of the crossfire of emotions within you. You had to let go of him before you got yourself, or even worse: him, hurt.

Somehow, you manage to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. You pull yourself together before leaving to go back to the studio. Before you can make it over, you see Jisung in the hallway. His lips go up in a thin smile when he catches sight of you. 

“Hey, you okay?” He asks. You give him a nod. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” His eyes linger on your face for a minute before he lets out a hum. 

“We finished up. Chan and Bin have some other stuff to do but I think I’m ready to get out of here,” he says with a laugh. “If you’re not busy, do you want to come back to the dorm with me? I think it’s just Seungmin, Felix, and Jeongin there. We could watch a movie or something.” You feel bad for admitting it but getting away from the studio (and away from Sori) with him sets your mind at ease.

“Yeah! I’m in...” You breathe out. His smile gets wider as the two of you start to walk down the hallway together. You wrap your jacket tighter around yourself as you step out into the cool night air. 

“I’m glad you came by today" Jisung tells you as you round the block. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” You gnaw at your lip as the familiar feeling of guilt creeps in. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry. I’ve just been busy...” You lie. He shakes his head, waving it off. 

“Ah, it’s okay. If there’s anyone who should understand, it’s me!” You stride farther down the pavement before coming to a crosswalk. While you’re waiting for the sign to go, Jisung turns back to you again. 

“You’re not mad at me, or anything are you?” His words appear to be a joke at first, but the tilt of his head tells you his question is somewhat genuine. 

“Of course not, Ji,” You try to sound as reassuring as possible, which was hard to do. Not because you hated him but because of everything going on in your head.

 “I haven’t forgiven you for the ‘J.ONE’ thing exactly, but I couldn’t ever be mad you. Not even for that!” He smiles as the sign turns green and the two of you begin to walk again. 

“Good, because I would really hate it if you did...” You direct your head away from him, so he doesn’t see the red tint on your cheeks. 

“Wanna make a convenient store run? Snacks are on me!” The corner of your mouth raises in a half smile. 

“For sure!” You exclaim, skipping into the store with him. 

~

Jisung struggles to get the keys into the door with the pile of snacks tucked in his arms. And you have it no better, pretty much carrying the same amount. Instead, he opts to knock/kick the door while yelling for someone to come let the two of you in. 

“Jisung! You’re gonna wake the whole hall!” He looks back at you with a shiny grin on his face as you scold him. A moment later, Felix comes to answer the door, hair disheveled and eyes heavy with sleep. 

“Why didn’t you use your key?” The blonde grumbles. Jisung holds out the snacks in response. 

“I’ll take that, thank you!” Felix takes a bag of chips from the top of the mountain, stepping aside to let the two of you walk in. You immediately drop all of the snacks onto the kitchen counter, rummaging for the ones you wanted to eat first.

When Jisung has his haul picked out, he settles on the edge of the couch. He grabs the remote to start looking for a movie to watch. Felix plops down next to him, opening the bag he took earlier. Jisung glares over at him.

"I thought you were in bed earlier." Felix holds up a chip in Jisung's face.

"It's late night snack time!" He explains before popping it into his mouth. Jisung rolls his eyes but doesn't tell him to leave. You're still in the kitchen, slipping your shoes off and fixing yourself some water. That's when Seungmin and Jeongin tread into the room. Jeongin's eyes are like beacons in the television lighting.

"We're watching a movie!?" The youngest member says, excitedly, jumping onto the couch beside Felix.

"Hi, (Y/n)!" Seungmin waves at you as he joins you in the kitchen. The two must be caffeinated or something, probably taking a break from a video game marathon.

"Hey, Min!" You say back. He eyes the snacks on the counter.

"You can take some if you want." You go ahead and tell him.

"Thanks!" He says, taking some type of chocolate snack from the stash. He goes back over to the living room, sitting down next to Jeongin. 

“Oh yeah, sure guys! You can join us!” Jisung states, sarcastically. The three younger boys stick their tongues out at him in sync. You walk out of the kitchen with your snacks, realizing there’s no more room on the couch. Jisung shoots his members a glare but then he gets an idea. You watch him as he parts his knees. 

“You can come sit here.” He tells you, lips pressed into that familiar, thin smile. That’s when a memory pops into your head. 

One night you were upset about something, you can’t remember what it was now. But you had called Jisung and he dropped everything to come over and be there for you. You were crying so hard that you couldn’t even heave yourself up on the couch. So he just sat behind you, leaning over to hold you just like that. But then it became a habit whenever you were hanging out with him, to sit like that during movies or while you were playing video games together... so it has its happy memories too.

“Okay...” Your heart begins to flutter as you settle yourself down on the floor in between him. Jisung presses play on the movie and you rest your cheek on one of his knees. That's when you feel his hands absentmindedly combing through your hair. Your eyes are glued to the screen but nothing about the movie registers with you. All you can focus on is his touch. 

But rather than bringing you comfort, it brings you heartache. You know the truth is that there was nothing more to his gesture than friendliness. It's merely platonic. Maybe it's because he wouldn’t see anyone for the sake of his career, maybe it was because he was secretly dating Sori... a million different scenarios flood your thoughts. No matter what the reason might be, you told yourself over and over again that you would always be friends with Jisung and nothing else. 

You finally felt all the emotions that you had bottled up that day spill over. A tear began to fall down your cheek. You try your best to keep the boys from noticing the hiccup in your chest. You sniffled and you fell Jisung’s hand pause against you at the noise. You slightly panic as it moved over to the side of your head, brushing the hair out of the way to expose your face. Before you could turn away his fingers were already brushing a tear off of your cheek. 

“Hey...” He says in a hushed voice so only you can hear. You slowly turn your head back to face him. Your glassy eyes lock onto his and you notice the mix of emotions that he's holding within them. 

“We’ll be back...” Jisung mutters to the other boys before getting up and pulling you off the ground. The others make a few grunts of acknowledgment, too invested in the movie to give much thought to the fact that Jisung was now leading you down the hallway to his room, alone. 

Once he closes the door behind him, he gently guides you to sit down on the bed with his hands pressed to your shoulders. A soft sob forces out of you as you bury your face in your palms. 

“What’s been going on?” He asks, voice soothing. “Talk to me... I’m here.” You shake your head, throwing your hands up to drop into your lap. 

“I’m sorry, I’m being stupid...” Your lip trembles as you speak. You couldn’t believe you had let your feelings get this far and all because you just couldn’t learn to let go. Jisung starts to rub at your shoulders. 

“No, you’re not,” he says, reassuringly. “I knew something had to be bothering you. You just need to let it out, so go ahead.” You shake your head once again in protest. 

“I can’t tell you...” You whisper. 

“Of course, you can! (Y/n), you know there isn’t a thing in this world that you can’t tell me.” He wraps his arms around you, and you welcome it, letting your head sink into his chest. 

“It’ll change everything.” His hold tightens around you. 

“Maybe it will, but it can’t change the fact that I am your friend and I’m gonna be with you and you with me no matter what. It has and always will be that way.”

"But I don't want to be friends..." You mutter against his sweatshirt.

"What?" He questions, pulling away to look at you again. You let your eyes linger on his concerned face for a moment before you finally reveal what your heart had been wanting all this time.

“Ji... I’m in love with you.” He doesn’t say anything, surely just processing, but your heart drops anyway. You quickly continue in order to distract yourself from the shift in the air. 

“But... I know it’s not appropriate for you to be in a relationship with your image and everything. So, I completely understand. It’s why I haven’t said anything but...”

“(Y/n), I don’t give a shit about that stuff anymore.” He says, cutting you off. “I mean yeah I used to when we were getting started but... I promise it doesn't matter to me anymore."

“Oh...” Your feet begin to fidget at the sudden tension within the room, making you blurt the next part without thinking. “So you must be with Sori then.” 

“What?” Jisung asks, furrowing his brow at you. 

“Hey, It’s okay! I won’t tell anyone! I get it if you’re trying to break it to the public slowly or...” 

“(Y/n), I’m not with Sori.” He tells you, leaving you taken aback once more.

“Wait why?” But his smile is already answering your question for him.

“Because she’s not who I want,” He takes your hands in his. “You are...” You thought you misheard him. Did he really just say that? Or are you so hysterical right now that you hallucinated it? Are you dreaming? 

“Wh-what? Wait I-” His finger comes up to press against your lips.

“Stop talking,” He coos. “Save those pretty lips for something useful...” With that, he’s cupping your face in his hands and bringing it to his. Warmness spreads throughout your chest as he presses his lips to yours. You had always wondered how this would feel... 

“Ji...” You whisper against him when you finally part. He pulls you to sit in his lap, latching his lips back onto you as his hands enclose around your waist. His kisses leave you breathless, the plush of his skin against yours making you feel faint. 

“It’s always been you. I’ve always loved you and I’m an idiot for not telling you sooner...” He looks up at your flushed face, intertwining his finger with yours. 

“It’s okay,” You say, shaking your head. “We’re here now, that’s all that matters.” His face scrunches as you place a kiss on his nose. He lets you shrug off your jacket before going back to kissing you. His hands wander anywhere they can, eager to make up for lost time. 

He decides to then carefully lay you down under him, allowing the kiss to become more feverish. The warm, wetness of your mouth makes his head grow cloudier and he can’t help but slip his tongue in. You moan into him for the first time and it’s a sound he wishes to relive over and over again. 

“Fuck, (Y/n)...” He pulls away, leaving the two of you gasping for air. 

“We don’t have to keep going if you don't want to.” He tells you, lips hovering over yours with sheer inches in between them. “But if we keep carrying on like this... I’m not gonna be able to stop myself.”

You contemplate, staring back up at him with weighted eyelids. 

“Don’t stop now, Ji,” You begin to plead. “We’ve kept ourselves from each other all this time, please don’t stop now.” You watch the look in his eyes take a dark turn as they scan across your face.

“I’m sorry, hang on...” You’re confused when he suddenly pushes himself off of you, going to reach for his phone. You sit up and peer over his shoulder, eyes going wide when you see he’s texting the three boys out in the living room. 

‘get out or turn the movie up...’ He tells them. The three text bubbles show up instantly. 

‘Dude...’ ‘why???’ ‘bruh’ Jisung scoffs, throwing his phone across the bed. He looks back at you as if he’s going to eat you alive. Suddenly, he’s pushing you underneath him again. Without warning, his lips cascade down your neck, kissing and licking over your sensitive spots. What takes you even more by surprise is when he slides his knee in between your legs, rutting it against you. 

“Ji!” You moan loudly. That’s when you hear screeches of terror come from down the hall, followed by the front door slamming and the TV volume blasting up. 

“Well, that worked like a charm.” He chuckles, amusingly. Wanting to coax more out of you, Jisung goes back to kissing your neck, occasionally leaving a nip or two. You feel a tingle run down your spine when his hands go under your shirt, fingertips dancing across the soft skin. On top of this, he hasn’t removed his knee from your heat and your hips involuntarily grind against him. 

“Can I take this off?” Jisung murmurs in your ear, wrapping his fingers around the hem of your shirt. You nod your head, but he perches himself back up to look at you. “I need to hear you say it, (Y/n)."

“Yes, Jisung. You can take it off, please take it off.” You breathe out. He smirks, grazing his lips beside your ear in a kiss. He lifts the fabric over your head, watching intently when you arch your back to help him. Once it’s off, he crumples it and tosses it over the edge of the bed. He lets his kiss-swollen lips travel all over the expanse of newly exposed skin, his nose tracing a soft trail behind them. 

You gasp when you feel his kisses become wet when he reaches the part of your breasts peeking out from your bra. Your hands instinctively fly up to claw at the material of the back of his top. He takes your arms and pins them down beside you in response, not wanting you to throw him out of focus. He is practically drunk off of your skin alone. You whimper when you feel his strong grip encircle your wrists. 

“Ji, you too.” You beg him. He hums against you, leaving one last peck on your neck before sitting up again. Jisung quickly shimmies out of his sweatshirt, letting it fall beside him. Your eyes, hiding shyly behind your lashes, snake up his tone torso. He exhales sharply when your hand comes up to run over his smooth skin and muscle. You don’t stop until you reach the side of his face, cupping his cheek in your hand. He sighs happily, placing his hand over yours. He puckers his lips around your palm before looking back down at you with the most adoring look. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmurs, placing a second kiss on the inside of your wrist this time. “Absolutely beautiful.” He leans back over you, kissing all over your flushed cheeks, making you giggle. 

“Come here...” He pulls you up to sit on your knees so that you’re face to face with him now. He hurriedly fills the space in between you, landing his lips on yours again. That's when he realizes your hands are shaking.

"Hey..." He pulls away, placing his hands on your hips to steady you. "You still doing okay?" You nod reassuringly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You go to wrap your arms around his neck. "It's just a lot... in a good way! But still a lot." The truth is, you really couldn’t believe what was happening. The feeling of Jisung’s lips and hands caressing your body is still fresh in your mind, and you knew it would be forever burned into your brain. The closeness you had been sharing with him, that you had only dreamed of until now, was overwhelming. 

“I know,” He coos, kissing your cheek. “Am I being gentle enough? I’m not hurting you, right?” His eyes, filled with concern, bore into yours. You reach up to push his hair back out of his face. 

“No, Ji. Everything about this is perfect...” You let your pillowy lips brush against his and your chest swells with pride when you hear his breath catch in his throat. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long...” He lets his eyes fall shut, hanging on to every last one of your words. 

“God, me too, baby.” Your grip tightens around his shoulders to keep yourself from crumbling in his arms at the name. He takes the opportunity to lower his head down to kiss your neck again. You lull yours back to give him more access. That’s when he begins to lead you farther up the bed, laying you down on his pillows. 

“Just relax for me,” His breath is delicious against your ear. “I’m gonna take really good care of you, baby.” Your skin begins to flush as you feel him slide his hands behind your back, unhooking the clasp of your bra. You watch as his slim fingers wrap around the straps, sliding them off of your shoulders. 

“Mmmh, fuck me.” He groans when he finally sees your breasts perking up. “You’re stunning.” He begins to retrace his previous trail of kisses down your chest, lightly biting at your collarbones this time.

“Ji...” You whine, squirming away as his lips travel lower.

“Nuh-uh, where do you think you’re going?” He tsks at you, pinning you down by your hips. You gasp when you feel his tongue lick up the valley in between your breasts. 

“Jisung!” You mewl out. You feel him smirk against your skin.

“Glad to see you’re finally making those pretty lips useful,” You turn your face away as you blush at his words. “I guess it’s my turn now.” Your head plunges further into the pillow when you feel him enclose his lips around one of your breasts, squeezing the other in his hand. 

“Shit, Ji.” Your ears tune into the lewd sound of him sucking your nipple into his mouth. He moans around you. The vibrations from his voice turn into chills that spread all throughout your body. He shifts his head to your other breast to pay it the same attention. 

“I fucking love your mouth, Jisung.” Your eyes widen at your own declaration. He lets go of you, cocking his eyebrow up. 

“Oh yeah?” He teases, but he can feel himself twitching in his pants. “Well, you’re about to love it a lot more...” That’s when he begins kissing down your stomach, wet lips smacking messily against your flesh. Your hips buck up at the feeling of his tongue jutting out on you. You tense up when his nose tickles the skin below your belly button. He waits until he can sense your anticipation, before starting to kiss horizontally above the hem of your jeans. 

“Ji, please...” You pant. You could let him kiss everywhere on your body for hours, but the growing need in your core makes you desperate for his lips to be elsewhere... 

“I know, sweetheart...” You exhale in relief when his fingers go up to undo the button of your jeans. “I’m gonna give you everything I should have a long time ago.”

 You wiggle your legs, helping him get them down. As soon as he’s got them off your feet, he wraps his hand around your ankle, holding your leg up for him. He makes sure his eyes are locked with yours before his lips and teeth begin to rake down the skin. You would protest his stalling if it weren’t for the animalistic look he’s burning into you, the flame in his eyes becoming brighter as the distance between him and your core closes in.

“Hmm...” He hums against you, satisfied by the fact that you’re already soaking through your panties. You sigh as soon as you see him hook his fingers under the waistband. Your heels dig into the sheets when he places kisses over the hood of your clit when the skin becomes exposed. Once he slides the garment off of your ankles, he tosses them over his shoulder before inching his face back over above your heat. He licks his lips before diving in. 

“Ah, yes! Ji!” Your legs open more, letting him get as close as he possibly can. He’s already moaning into you at the first taste, hands coming up to grope at your tits. 

“Shit, you taste amazing...” His praise is muffled as he covers your slit with his open mouth. He lays his tongue flat against you before moving his head side to side. 

“Oh fuck!” One of your hands goes over his on your breast and the other runs down your body to pull at his locks. His eyes roll back as if he’s getting high off of your taste. Your mouth opens in a silent moan as you feel the sharpness of the tip of his tongue running up from your sopping entrance to your clit. 

“Jisung~” You call out his name over and over again as he laps at your needy bud.

“That’s it, baby,” He paused to place a kiss on your thigh. “Keep moaning my name like that. Like it belongs to you and only you~”

“Fuck yes...” You yelp when you feel his teeth lightly graze your folds. “Jisung!”

“I’m all yours,” He whispers, kissing your clit. “All yours.” He starts to make circles around your entrance with his fingertips before sliding one into you. Your hands pull harder at his hair, pressing him deeper into you. He takes the opportunity to suck more of your clit into his mouth. Your vision goes white and you’re only able to focus on the feeling of his tongue flicking against you while he curls his finger up against the sweet spot within your walls. 

“Mmm, baby let go one moment.” You do as he says, taking your hand out of his hair. He lifts his head up, eyes still trained on your messy cunt as he lets a string of his spit fall from his lips onto you. You moan as you feel it trickle down your folds. He leans back down, lapping his own saliva up along with your wetness. He slides another finger into you, pounding them into you without warning. At the same time, his tongue and lips feel like they’re everywhere at once. 

“Fuck! Ji, I’m gonna cum...” You cry out as you begin to feel the pit in your stomach tighten. He hums against you in response, eager to drink you in. As you finally release into his mouth with one last moan of his name, his hand squeezes tighter around your breast. He lets himself completely drown in you, helping you ride the wave of your high. 

As you begin to come back down, Jisung stays put in between your legs. You look over at him, curiously, as you continue to catch your breath. 

“Ji? What is it?” You ask him. That’s when he suddenly grabs your thighs, pushing them up into your chest. His head drops back down to tongue furiously at your clit again. 

“Jisung! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” It takes all of his strength to keep your legs in place. Your knuckles turn white around the sheets, nails threatening to tear into them. 

“Ji! I c-can’t...” When you feel another orgasm about to rip through your body, he pulls away and lets go of your legs. Before you can register what he’s doing, he’s sucking at your tits again. His tongue swirls sloppily around your nipples, smearing your juices along with his saliva. You moan out, burying your nails into the skin of his shoulder, spurring him on further. 

“I’m sorry, baby...” He moans against your chest. “I just want this to last forever.” He sucks dark marks into your skin as one of his hands travels down to rub fast circles around your clit. 

“Ji...Ji...” His name is the only thing on your mind right now as he brings you to ecstasy again. You whine as he holds you tight against him, kissing over the marks he had left. 

“Thank you for being so good for me...” He praises, lifting himself back up to give you a sweet kiss. You don’t fail to notice how beautiful he is. Sweat making his messy hair stick to his face, eyes blown out with your arousal staining his lips. He hisses when your hand comes up to palm him through his jeans. 

“Ji, I need you now...” You plead. 

“Oh, baby, you have me~” He says with a wink, sitting up so you can reach the button of his jeans. Your eyes don’t leave his as you go to undo them. You push them down to his knees so that he can kick them off. You pull him back down to kiss you while letting your hand slip into his underwear. When he lets out a groan, you slide your tongue into his mouth, and he only gets louder as a result. 

“Fuck, (Y/n)...” His eyes squeeze shut as you wrap your fingers around him, sliding them up and down. He presses his forehead to yours, lost in your touch. Becoming impatient, he makes swift work of taking his boxers off, finally freeing his hard cock. His eyes travel all along your body as he bites his lip, giving himself a few pumps. He slowly moves his hips over to meet yours, carefully guiding himself into you. Your head falls back and his falls onto your shoulder once he’s all the way in. 

“You feel so damn good,” He whispers in your ear, kissing just below it. “And you look so good too, so fucking beautiful... even better than how I imagined you would be like this.” His words make you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper. You bite down on the inside of your cheek when he begins to move, his tip already kissing your sweet spot with every thrust. Your head goes dizzy at the sound of his deep breaths in your ear and your fingers go to grasp at his tone back. He grunts at the sting of your nails scratching down the skin, encouraging him to pick up the pace. 

After a while, he gets up on his knees so that he can hold your legs open to watch his cock disappear inside you over and over again. The sight of your pretty face lost in pleasure makes him grow even harder against your walls. That’s when he thinks back to what you said earlier. 

“(Y/n), I need to say something...” He rasps out. Your eyes shift up to look into his, unable to form words with the way he’s rocking into you. He pauses for a moment to place a kiss on your knee beside him before resuming the rhythm of his hips. 

“You’re the most beautiful, most wonderful girl in my life,” He tells you, “The only girl for me...” He leans back on top of you, earning a whine from you when you feel your nipples rub across his glistening chest. 

“I’ll fuck you in front of Sori myself to let her know her place if that’s what it takes to get you to see it...” His voice is low in your ear as he finishes his statement. 

“Ji!” You groan in embarrassment burying your face in his shoulder. Despite this, his words still make you clench around him even harder. He chuckles, kissing your face as he drives into you faster. The sweet, familiar pressure begins to build back up within you. You can tell he's also getting close too by the way he's throwing his head back, sweat dripping down his Adam's apple.

“(Y/n), I’m gonna cum soon,” He pants, hips rutting into you harder, “Where do you-” 

“Inside! Please I want to feel it inside me...” You trap him within your legs so he can’t escape. 

“Fuck. Okay, sweet girl...” With that, he brings a hand down to rub at your clit, making sure to send you over the edge before he gets there himself. 

“Mmm! Jisung!” You come apart underneath him, the sight of you making him spill into you soon after. Your body shivers when you feel how warm his seed is inside of you.

“Ah! Fuck, baby~” Jisung lets himself fall into your arms, lazily grinding himself into you as he continues to fill you up. Once he's spent, he rests his eyes, listening to your calming heartbeat. You kiss his forehead, soothingly running your hands through his hair. The two of you stay like that for a couple of minutes, catching your breath.

"This was long overdue..." He remarks, making you laugh.

"I'd say." You reply.

“I’ll go run a bath for you.” Jisung whispers, kissing your cheek before pulling out of you. He pushes himself off the bed before disappearing into his connected bathroom. You turn over on your side, pressing your thighs together so that his cum doesn’t drip out of you. You let your eyes shut against the pillow you’re cradling underneath you. 

Just before you can drift off, you feel someone tapping at your shoulder. Your eyes flutter back open to reveal a smiling Jisung with his cheeks puffing out. 

“Come on, sleepyhead. Let’s get you in the tub.” He helps you to your feet, both of you not failing to notice the slight shake in your leg as he guides you to the bathroom. He carries you in, setting you down in the warm water. You sigh as the tension in your muscles fades away, laying back against the wall of the tub. He lets himself admire your relaxed form before turning to leave. You stop him by grabbing his wrist. 

“Come join me, please?” He can’t say no to the big eyes that you’re giving him. He sheds the underwear he had put back on before climbing into the tub with you. He immediately opens his arms up to you, to which you gladly indulge. Your back is pressed firmly to his torso, head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

“Did everything feel good?” He asks you. You hum contently, nodding your head. 

“I’m afraid you’ve got me in deeper than I was before,” You joke, looking up at him. “You’re stuck with me now...”

“That’s fine by me,” He chuckles, pressing a kiss into the side of your face. “Because now that I have you, I’m not letting go...” 

“Me neither, Ji.” You smile.

Ahhh, hello! Thank you so much for reading! I know this fic was longer than what I normally do, but I really loved the plot I developed for it so that’s why I went a little crazy lmao. I came up with this by mixing a couple ideas I received together so thank you to everyone who submitted ideas for a Jisung fic when I asked! Please don’t forget to reblog, comment, and interact with this post/my blog if you liked this, I would really appreciate a little more than just a like :) 

Another thing I should mention is that I am unfortunately going to be closing my requests for one-shots at this time :( I have a good bit of requests right now that I need to write for but I will let you all know as soon as I open them again! If you still want to submit a hard/soft thought that you want me to make a note on or write a little drabble for, feel free to do so because I still want to be active and interact with all of you! 

Okay, one last thing this note is as long as the fic I’m sorry.. I just wanted to take the time to thank everyone for reading my stories and supporting my work in the short time I’ve been writing! I didn’t expect to see my content get as much attention and positive feedback as it is and I am so so so thankful to everyone who interacts with what I post! So again, thank you so much, and thank you again for reading this! <3

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wait wait what's the story on good!gunmar? I must know

Aight, buckle up. This isn't all set in stone, but here's what I THINK happened...

This future could've happened.

In fact it did happen, because of Morgana.

And because of Douxie.

And, in no small part, because of Bular.

Morgana works to free the captured prince, and Douxie catches her doing it.

And the moppet is terrified, his clutching his man bun in dismay and wanting to call merlin, but before Morgana can cast a sleep spell on him, he pulls a pin out of his hair and gets to work on the lock.

They follow Bular out of the castle, to make sure he doesn't kill anyone on the way out. They retreat to the Wyldwood.

And Gunmar, immediately, takes Douxie prisoner. Bular is fine with this, of course, although he does admit Douxie and Morgana helped save his life.

So Gunmar gives Bular Douxie as a pet. And insists Morgana stay as a 'guest' to discuss matters of Arthur taking Trollish territory. Douxie manages to escape, and finds himself fleeing to Dwoza, where he tries to rally them to help save Morgana. Bular and his close friend Arrrgghh give chase after him and once more, Bular is taken prisoner. Much to his cursing and outrage.

Arrggh has a chance to escape, but refuses to leave him behind, and with extreme reluctance, surrenders so that the others won't harm his prince.

Arthur, Meanwhile, is preparing to rescue his sister. Although Merlin worries that his former apprentice has turned on them.

So the army of Camelot marches on the Wyldwood, and Gunmar rallies his troops against Arthur.

But in their time away, Bular, Douxie, and Morgana have seen some things. Bular sees pact trolls just being trolls. He sees some of them with gumm-gumm markings, sees some elders he thought were cast out for being too weak. He also notices his general being treated oddly well by a conundrum troll, not unlike the conundrum troll that is standing just outside his arms reach, begging to hear more about the 'lost customs of the Gumm-Gumm barbarians' of which he's writing a disertation.

Morgana, on the other hand, has seen whelps. She's seen trolls mourning the thrall Arthur chained and slaughtered. And she recognizes some of these trolls aren't 'gumm-gumm' born. She recognizes through the armor and raw tattoos, trolls from some of the villages Arthur raized. And she realizes that many of these monsters are monsters of Camelots making.

The sides converge, clash. Somewhere in this mess. the Arcane Order, watching with a thirst for balance and blood.

And then, in the midst, a shield of blue energy. And a shield of green, as two Wizards throw themselves between two clashing kings. Gunmar is not interested in listening. He's had enough of Arthur and his greed. He wants blood.

But then, through the noise of his own rage, a horn trumpeting. The Dwoza trolls, standing on the hillside. At their front, Deya.

Not a pact troll. And not a Gumm-gumm. But a gutter-troll. Tribeless.

And at her sides, A prince and a general.

And the sight is enough for Gunmar to pause, if only long enough to listen as Morgana demands her brother to look around at what his hatred has brought, begs him to look to the wood, where the magic his wife loved flourished.

And Douxie, his kindness fueling his courage, begs Gunmar to give the humans one last chance. "See, magic can flourish with them. Look at Morgana, look at me. We're your kind, we're creatures of magic, The King wields a sword of magic. Humans need magic. Destroying it would destroy them as well, Arthur can be made to understand this!"

And the Arcane Order are WELL aware that this isn't what's meant to happen. This is not the tale history is meant to tell. So Bellroc, enraged at this disturbance, moves to strike down King Arthur.

Douxie tries to fling himself in front of the king, to take the blow for him, but both humans are shoved out of harms way.

Not by A Trollhunter.

Or a wizard.

But by a prince.

Bular's wound is grievous, and bleeding magma. Gunmar, enraged, tries to take on Bellroc but isn't powerful enough.

But Deya runs to his aide, and the two of them take Bellroc's eye. And their left hand.

But the arcane order are too powerful, even for a king and several master wizards. History doesn't remember whose voice boomed out with 'The Bridge!' No one's entirely sure who shouted at Gunmar to open it.

But everyone remembers Humanity and Magic standing together. Everyone remembers the Arcane Order being drawn into the Darklands. And everyone remembers the Price Merlin payed, when he sacrificed his staff to seal the way. Cutting the Gumm-Gumms off from their home forever.

The Gumm-Gumm prince was not taken back to Camelot to recover. But he was looked after by A master Wizard, and A Wizard's apprentice.

As well as an old Pact troll healer. The Leader of Dwoza, who seemed completely unafraid of the Prince's howls and threats as he packed his wounds with heartsone poultice.

Elsewhere, another Master Wizard took the hand of the fallen fire wizard, and without his magic, knew Camelot would need a new peace-keeper.

And so he forged an Amulet...

As for HOW Gunmar left the wyldwood, and what became of the Gumm-gumm prince, that's another story.

[cakeslildumpster]

First Ask from the Hex for this AU: And just like this AU, I'm somewhat hope it's all just a dream and that by the end of it Gregory just wakes up from a coma where his spirit was legitimately trapped in the Plex making him unable to wake up. X3 Pirate Captain Hex likes his happy endings arrggh~

On another note however, is Cassidy the only Ghost we'll be seeing in this AU? Just a tad curious on that part all things considered.

Also. Imma give ma huggles to all three of these munckins, Gregory, Vanessa and Cassidy. All needs huggles!!

You get a tackle hug though Peachy~ *Initiates Tackle Hug* One Tackle Hug a day keeps the Rabid Rabbits away~

Haha, well, I can't confirm or deny any of that in regards to hiw the ending goes, I have one in mind, but this au is relatively new and there is no concrete ending for it yet :)

Although, I can say, I don't intend on it having a "happy" ending, I like my fair share of bittersweet endings, it's not gonna be necessarily sad, but it will certainly not be one you'd probably hope for it to be either

As for the second question, no. There will be other ghosts...or just one more, that is yet to be decided, again, as it's relatively new. But Cassidy will not be the only ghost/spirit you'll be seeing on the story

And- tackle hug? WAIT-

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Kira (10)

CHAPTER 10: A Flower in Green

Loki x fem!Reader (Kira)

Series: Will contain fluff, smut, bloodshed, violence, anxiety, tears and the cries of my wilted soul.

Chapter content: the good, the bad and the ugly. Yup. I did all of that.

Warnings: I might have added someone *whispers* reeeally hot!

Word count: I want to live in a quiet place, have a nice job, fulfill all my passions and have a yard full of animals that come over to eat what I cook.

MASTERLIST & Taglist in bio, my love

"It's okay. You can say Stark has too much money."

Loki does not turn at the voice but the familiarity makes him smile nonetheless.

He catches the bartender's eyes in front of him. "Amarula Cream for the lady. Make it the traditional way if you can, please."

Solaris forces out a chuckle. "Really? Just because I'm African, I'd like an Amarula?"

Loki smirks and turns towards the woman, leaning on the blue-lit bar surface. "So you don't like it, Solaris?"

Solaris presses her lips together to suppress one delicious grin forming up to her cheeks. She mirrors Loki and takes the cold glass filled with creamy liqueur waiting for her.

"Shut up and let me enjoy insulting you," she mentions softly, sipping her drink and smacking her lips.

Loki observes the crowd that has gathered in the open air in the back of the villa that is a temporary abode for Stark for the expo. Lights are set in lamps which adorn the trees lining up the lawn, lighting up the area with the softest hue. The bar sits by the corner away from the stairs coming down from the villa. Despite the supposed season, the air seems colder than usual but the company is warm.

"What," he finally states, sweeter than expected, feeling Solaris' eyes burning on his side, "do you want?"

Solaris doesn't even blink as she's watching him with a tilted head.

"Where is she?" Her voice is nearly a whisper.

He simply shrugs.

She frowns.

"Did you leave her alone, Loki?"

Loki turns to face her. "I'm sure she'll be fine, darling."

"Mm-hmm," Solaris nods her head, taking a generous sip of her drink. "I'm sure she'll be fine. But what about you?"

Loki blinks. "What about me?"

She wants to laugh out loud and smack Loki lightly in the face but she holds on to those emotions for future, downing her drink all at once. "Doesn't matter."

"So..." Loki continues, gesturing the bartender for another round for the lady, "did you meet him?"

"Who?"

Loki licks his lips, preparing himself to say the name he knows Solaris has an aversion to lately.

"Nakia."

And he's a second late.

Loki can feel her freeze just for a second, the playful smile disappearing from her eyes as she composes herself to turn around and face the source of the voice.

T'Challa stands in a glorious purple suit with the embellishments of the land he rules decorating the fabric with love.

Love.

That's not exactly the emotion Loki would think of when he sees the king of Wakanda freeze where he stands, his eyes searching for something familiar when he sees Solaris.

"Nakia I..." He knows not what to say.

"Solaris," she helps him. "My name is Solaris," she softly declares with the slightest smile on her lips before turning to the king's confidant. "Okoye," she greets.

"Umngcatshi," Okoye acknowledges, making Solaris feel a cold wave go down her spine.

"Okoye," the king barely lets his lax voice scold his right hand, sensing old emotions surfacing between the two women. "Ndidinga ukuthetha naye..."

Whatever he says does not seem to sit well with Okoye, who bores her eyes into T'Challa. "...yedwa."

.

"Curse you-ah freaking...stupid...arms! Ugh!"

I give up.

Your arms ache with the fruitless effort of trying to get to the back of your dress right.

Stupid stupid dress. Arrggh!

You sigh and let your arms drop down on the sink in the empty bathroom of the villa.

Everything was perfect. Your hair, makeup; you were even wearing shoes that matched the outfit! Boy, you were feeling confident till a woman standing outside the villa pointed out that the back of your dress had hidden protrusions that were supposed to be tied at the back. Only if you had some sort of help.

"Solaris!" you whispered to yourself with relief, picking up the phone and feeling your body jump when the door to the bathroom opened.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," a voice came from behind you, "I should have knocked."

Deep, clear, sweet and definitely belonging to a male.

"Y-yeah I'll just be a minute," you announce softly, easing the shiver in your voice before whispering to yourself, "just need to figure out how to tie a knot without dislocating my arm."

You can see the reflection of the door nearly turning behind you, stopping right before it can click close.

"If it's okay," you hear the densely luxurious voice again, "is there anything I can help you with?"

You think about the offer for a few seconds before internally staring at your ego and thinking about going through the torture of having to bend your arms again.

"Yes, please," you blurt out before your brain can process, "but before that, how good are you at tying a knot."

"Hmm," you hear the man behind you, somehow relieved that the small bathroom space is saving you the embarrassment of looking him in the eye through all this, just giving him barely any room outside the door to have a view of your back, "does bow-tieing gift boxes count as a good knotting skill?"

.

"You know I was thinking how will I find Loki in this crowd but then I suddenly see the most heated corner and thought to myself 'why did I even think it was possible for you to get lost in a crowd'."

Loki has to roll his eyes as he raises his glass of soda just a few inches.

"I apologise if I'm stealing your thunder, Stark," he spews ever so gently.

Tony raises his brow at the cocktail of modesty and high attitude that Loki serves him with a smirk.

"Were you drinking something stronger than soda I would have felt the need to tell you not to shit where you eat but..."

Loki chuckles.

"...clearly it is not my day to tell you that, is it?"

Loki follows his gaze towards the lone steps under a tree where T'Challa and Solaris- Nakia- are having a word.

"They look good together," Loki mutters- surprising both him and Stark, neither of them giving away much except for blinking at the sudden soft outburst.

"Yeah," Stark shrugged, "They do look together."

"Idiots," they hear from their side, turning to watch Okoye judging them, "idiots are running this world."

"Well, I agree," Stark raised his glass of orange juice to her before chugging the cold, pulpy drink down.

"Wonderful party, Mr Stark."

A new voice greets the host and all three of them turn to watch the greeter.

A man stands at a respectful distance from Stark in a tuxedo, wearing a soft smile, both on his lips and in his eyes. None of the audience seems to recognise this tall man with a perfect physique and clearly a really good taste in clothes.

"Thank you, man I don't really seem to recall," Stark responds, narrowing his eyes at the guy still smiling at him, only this time his perfect teeth shine through.

"William Billy Russo," he introduces himself, bringing forward his hand for a shake, "owner of Anvil Corp."

Loki's ears flare up at the name and suddenly he is all interested in Billy Russo.

The man has dark eyes, caramel but way too cooked for the light to reflect back. His ebony hair is pushed back with a generous amount of gel with a soft cut at the sides. His stubble is clean, the jawlines making it all the more better to look at and suddenly Loki feels the inception of some unspoken curiosity tickling his nerves.

"The company that deals in private security, isn't it?"

Billy's head is angled slightly upward. Only his eyes move to meet Loki's before his hand presents itself to Loki.

"You must be Loki Odinson."

"I prefer Loki."

"Of course," Billy corrects himself, "You have made quite a name for yourself, your grace."

"Woah," Stark mutters while Loki gives him a wry smile.

"Like I said," Loki asserts with great poise, "I only prefer Loki. Any person deserving to be royalty is probably in the corner behind us," he indirectly gestures at T'Challa, who is now standing alone as Solaris comes back to the bar to see what the group meeting is about.

"Solaris, I presume," Billy is the first to address the lady, giving out his hand for her, already earning raised brows from the gentlemen.

"Billy Russo," she smiles at the man as he kisses her hand, "I am charmed that you even know my name."

"And I am charmed that I get to be the name you remember," he replies.

"Okay," Tony breaks the flirty air, picking up a glass of champagne, "Hozier is in the house. He is about to start getting medieval lovers crazy so I'd rather be with my girlfriend than in the company filled with-" he looks at all the men around him- "sophisticated testosterones. Let's just leave it for another day. Or lifetime."

Stark walks away and the strums of guitars can be heard on the stage by the end of the lawn with a decent space ahead of it for people who are interested in enjoying the music with dance. A couple of them are already on that glowing platform, waiting for the singer to begin.

"I wonder what Stark did to get Hozier to perform at this gathering," Loki mutters to Solaris, who is facing the stairs with wide eyes right now. "He went all out, didn't he?"

Solaris' lips go wide along with her eyes. "Looks like not only Stark went all out."

Loki turns to look at her and then follow her gaze to the villa's stairs, feeling everything around him stop when he notices the figure standing on top right when the music begins.

.

I still watch you when you're groovin'

As if through water from the bottom of a pool

Stars have been brought down from the sky to be embellished in the green fabric that covers your body. Going down your shoulder, covering your arms with a God-like grace, laying bare the middle of your chest as the neckline plunges further than you would like it on any normal day. A slit till up your thigh lets the chilly wind tease the flowing fabric around your legs while your shoulders, waist and the very tips of this royal green is kissed by tiny suns trailing their way down to the slit.

You're movin' without movin'

And when you move, I'm moved

You are a shimmering delight for anyone who sets their eyes on you; no matter which angle they look from. Your hair sits on one side in the front to let the bare back with just a sweet little bow on the upper back play with imagination.

You are a call to motion

There, all of you a verb in perfect view

The eyes that are looking at you with a lingering gaze are riling up your anxiety and you realise you are right in the middle of the marble steps, feeling the nausea when you start questioning if you can really do it. You begin scanning the crowd for anything familiar. Anyone at all.

And then you see him.

.

Like Jonah on the ocean

When you move, I'm moved

"So she is the one I had the privilege of helping."

Loki hears Billy but he is not swayed by his words because those smaragdines are stuck on you. Only you. No corner of his imagination could have thought how stunning you could look when you willingly wanted to put in the effort. And here he stands watching you become the gravity of this place as every human seems to centre themselves around you tonight, bringing out a burning sensation right in his chest.

When you move

I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be

He can see you look at him, watch how your chest rises and falls in one long moment and your shoulders relax. Because of me? He wonders. You pass him a smile and a piece of his soul seems to melt; he blinks. And just in that blink he watches something expected and yet unacceptable by his heart.

When you move

I could never define all that you are to me

.

You have been walking down the stairs in the block heels of gold that Gustav had been kind to add to your costume. Your eyes are still stuck on Loki, blinking away once when you notice Solaris wave at you and wink, gesturing at how you look gorgeous, catalysing the heat rising at the back of your neck. You do not realise when you've reached the end of the steps.

"May I have this dance?"

So move me, baby

Shake like the bough of a willow tree

You don't want to look away from those green eyes shining under the soft lights but the voice forces you to look at dark embers waiting right in front of you.

"Uhh..." You are lost for words

"As a token of gratitude for helping you earlier?" The man smiles.

You do it naturally

Move me, baby

It takes you a second before you are able to recognise that deep voice and can now finally place a handsome face to it.

Oh well, one dance won't hurt would it?

He already has his hand out. You take it a little hesitantly.

"Don't worry," that soft face says with a smile, his thumb caressing the back of your hand as it guides you to the platform where other people are already swaying to the tunes, "I won't bite."

I hope so.

You let him take you on the floor, but your body certainly isn't ready when he wraps his hand around your bare back as it flinches at his touch.

"I don't really know how to dance," you partially lie to cover the jerk your body feels on the foreign touch.

"I'll lead the way," the man smirks down at you, taking your other hand in his, "you just have to follow me."

 You are the rite of movement

Its reasonin' made lucid and cool

You can feel your muscles twitch. But those strong arms are already flowing, taking them with you, making you move as they move.

.

"What are you waiting for?"

I know it's no improvement

When you move, I move

Loki snaps out of a self-constructed trance where Billy isn't holding you so close to him. He watches Solaris look at him with mischief in her eyes. No, he thinks to himself, you don't get to do that.

You're less Polunin leapin'

"Whatever are you talking about?"

She sighs.

Or Fred Astaire in sequins

Honey, you, you're Atlas in his sleepin'

"Loki, I think we can both agree she is not comfortable in the arms of a stranger," Solaris comments, making Loki shrug.

"So? What am I supposed to do? Swoop her in my arms? I'm sure she's adult enough to handle it on her own. Believe me," Loki asserts, stopping himself from looking in your direction, instead, turning to the bar, nursing his glass of soda, his thumb feeling the edge of the glass.

And when you move, I'm moved

Solaris shifts a little to Loki's side, her voice nearly a whisper. "Kira is at an event with the highest dignitaries where she represents Sun Corp, Loki."

When you move

I can recall somethin' that's gone from me.

The movements of his thumb stop

When you move

Honey, I'm put in awe of somethin' so flawed and free

"She represents you tonight. Do you really think she is in a position to say no to anyone who approaches her?"

So move me, baby

Without an invitation, a graphic picture enters Loki's mind and the glass in his hand bears the impact- having developed a crack right where Loki's thumb was a second ago.

Shake like the bough of a willow tree

You do it naturally

Move me, baby

.

Shit, shit, shit.

So move me, baby

Like you've nothin' left to prove

And nothin' to lose

Move me, baby

Your nervousness is showing in your eyes, and you have an idea why, which is why you're keeping your face low, hidden from prying eyes. Too many eyes on you. Too much pressure to not fall down on the floor face first. You have begun sweating. This is bad.

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Oh baby, oh baby

As if to accelerate the anxiousness building up inside your throbbing heart, you feel the man leave your waist to make you twirl. 

Move like grey skies

Move like a bird of paradise

Before you can even open your mouth or your brain to absorb what's happening, you are moving a three-sixty, looking for some kind of support to stop your spin right when your chest lands smack on Loki's.

Move like an odd sight come out at night

The song reaches the highest pitch right at your contact. You are impressed by the timing, no doubt, and by your boss' skill to make an entry.

"You all right?" He looks into your Y/E/C eyes, looking for honest answers.

Move me, baby

Shake like the bough of a willow tree

"I am now." You don't know where the authority comes from but you don't let the rush you're feeling dilute.

You do it naturally

Move me, baby

You don't even realise his hold on your waist, never touching your bare body until his fingers are holding yours.

"Would you like to-" Loki's words are hesitant.

"Yes, I'd love to dance with you," you reply before he can change his mind. "But I must warn you I'm not very good at it."

So move me, baby

Like you've nothin' left to lose

Loki smiles at you and all tied up muscles inside you release themselves one by one.

"Just move as you please," he assures you, "and I'll follow."

And nothin' to prove

Move me, baby

And so you do. Oh, the grace that befalls on the floor is a one time wonder that people witness. The softness of the motion between the two of you, the effortlessness of the way the arms glide over the other's, the heat that flows through your body, being greedily devoured by the envious eyes witnessing the two of you till the song recedes and stops and you are left breathless and glowing in Loki's arms.

So move me, baby

Shake like the bough of a willow tree

Billy watches you two from where he stands and smiles before leaving the floor. Solaris watches the smile quite carefully, not sure what to make of it for she is distracted by the vibrations you and Loki are giving off tonight.

You do it naturally

Move me, baby

.

"I didn't know you could dance so well!"

Compliments from Pepper and Solaris are flowing like a monsoon river while you stand in between them with heated cheeks, trying to find some way to be thankful but all you can do is chuckle bashfully.

"I didn't know Loki could dance!" Tony quips, taking away Pepper's empty glass for champagne, doing the same for you and Solaris.

Neither did I, apparently.

His name makes your eyes scan the crowd for him, wondering where he went right after the dancing stopped. And while doing so, you spot a little girl standing by the bar trying to get the bartender's attention.

You excuse yourself from the company to walk towards her and politely ask her what she wants.

"Orange juice," she replies with the most unadulterated curiosity.

"Orange juice for the young lady, please," you tell the bartender, watching the little one's eyes light up.

"With ice!" She jumps up and down.

"Now, now. We can't have ice unless your mother or father allows it, can we?" You ask her.

She thinks for a moment before turning to look to her left. You follow her gaze and see a beautiful Japanese woman smiling delicately at the two of you.

She shakes her head and speaks something only her daughter understands, who turns back to you. "No ice," she says.

Picking up the small glass from the bar, you carefully hand it to the girl, who thanks you and runs to her mother, who bows to you to thank you for your kindness and you mirror her for her gratitude.

Not another moment passes when you spot Loki's back at the corner of the villa with another man. There's no thinking twice and you're already walking on the little gravel path on the boundaries of the lawn to go to him.

"It is unwise of you to do so, brother," you hear from that direction, unable to make out the features of the other man in the dark.

"Oh, please do tell," Loki's voice never rises it's usual pitch, "what else is wrong of me. Apart from being adopted from the slum of your father's most hated enemy."

A drum sounds in your heart at the words and your pace slows down but never stops.

"Brother please," the other man is stressing, "this is madness. Come back to us. And father will take care-"

"Do not."

The weight in Loki's words throws a rumble inside you and this time you stop; just five steps short of where he and his brother stands.

"Don't you dare complete that sentence if you have a sliver of empathy for your brother, Thor. Don't you dare say another word if you truly think of yourself in any way human or somewhere close to it."

You feel your feet sink an inch into the ground at the harshness coming out of Loki. It is just a glimpse but the darkness of his emeralds is hard to miss even in such weak light reaching this unlit corner.

"Leave him be, Thor," another aged voice comes from the dark, making the buffed up figure of 'Thor' move aside to give place to a much shorter one- with an air so daunting you can feel it up to your throat, "this scum born from dirt does not know the privilege he was bestowed when I carried him from soil."

One step into the light from the shadows and you watch as the part where an eye should be, glimmers in gold in one single patch while the other is...blank. the wrinkles on his face tell his age but there are no emotions. He is expressionless for his son.

"There is nothing wrong in Thor saying you will be taken care of," the man announces quite close to Loki's face and can't help but see your boss' hand twitch and curl up much to your internal fear. "Because, boy, you will be taken care of once you step foot back in Asgard. Broken and disarmed of anything precious to you for the good of everyone living in this goddamn world."

The words are spit on his face. The man walks away and Thor follows but not before he sees you standing there, your eyes only set on his brother's back.

You take one step forward. Then another.

"Loki?" You whisper despite your heart's frail attempts to stop you from doing so.

You feel his head rise just a noticeable bit and your body wants to take a u-turn and dash away but your dull reflexes just freeze you there and then.

It is hard to make out at first but the moment you register his erratic breaths your feet move towards him.

"Lo-"

"Walk. Away."

His whisper is ice burning straight through your heart, breaking your resolve bit by bit. But somewhere some intuitive part of you can smell the fear surrounding him.

"I can't," you admit.

Not after...not after last night. You take another step but a firm hand stops you.

"I'd leave him be if I were you," Thor gesticulates at you, his eyes turning with a single shade of diluted but subtle animosity. Loki is already walking away as Thor speaks. You want to follow him but the grip on you is hard if not abusive. "Believe me, woman," he continues with a sigh, "he does not deserve the love and compassion that is given to him."

.

The walk back to the chalet is tedious. Not because the road is long but because of Loki's inability to breathe right now. He barely manages to get the key in the door's lock to open it and shove himself inside. Sweat marks his brows and his heart burns because of the speed it is beating at. Water. He heads straight to the kitchenette from the door to pick up the nearest bottle only to find it empty. Curses fly out of his mouth as he leaves the bottle to roll on the slab before it slips by the edge shatters on the ground. Tears blur his eyes. He tries to wipe them away but they just do not stop.

It burns. Everything burns. Inside out.

His bowtie is loosened when he is in the nearest room- your room- making his way to the bathroom to get some water inside and over him when nausea starts hitting him. He is on his knees when the bathroom door opens, opening the toilet cover and seat to regurgitate every bit of sickness he is feeling on every level.

He can't take it anymore. It is too much. Another rush hits his throat and he bleches it out, the tears turning his eyes red. He wants to move hands to help himself but they're numb along with his legs.

Why.

Heavy clouds mark his mind, the sweat beads being the rainstorm.

Why am I even alive right now?

There is a slight shift in his weight, unknown wetness around his neck. He is wondering about the source when the prison that is his collar opens up for him to let in as much air as he can.

"Yes, breathe. It's okay. Breathe." Your voice.

It's you. Kira.

"Here, let me take care of your hair." Your voice. Why does it feel so good? Like a Kalimba being played on a sunny day in the mountains. He can feel your fingers run through his hair, catching all the strands with too much affection before tying them up. "Here," you say softly, almost killing him with all this kindness, "let it all out. It'll help you. I promise, it will."

He shifts towards the bowl feeling your hands ever so gently run up and down his back. All the heat gathered up is slowly phasing away and the sweat beads grow bigger, trickling his forehead to the tip of his nose before falling down. Another filth-ridden rush comes up his throat and he lets it all out. Cold air rushes all over him. The sweat is soothed down. His heartbeat relaxes from the rush, his insides feeling four levels lighter. Oh how heavenly it feels to breathe normally again! Or maybe it's your touch. Your hands resting on his arms, leaving this breathy lightness wherever they have touched him.

How is it possible? He has to ask himself.

"Wash your face, I'll get you a change of your clothes," you state.

Loki is in no condition to argue and so he does what he thinks should be done, not what you told him to. Getting up with whatever strength he has left he turns to the sink to wash his face and rinse his mouth. The air that leaves his lungs rots with the stench of his burning insides but it feels good to let it out in any way. The towels are soft and help him neutralise the harshness left on his skin.

Loki's clothes for the night- his black pyjama and shirt are waiting for him on your bed but you are nowhere to be seen and he would drown himself in that sink before calling for you. The tux is thrown in the laundry box by the corner of the room and the cool clothes feel so much better on his skin. With a relieved sigh that escapes his mouth, he settles on the bed and falls asleep.

.

The nightmare comes again. One filled with tortures and screams, blood etching his skin and claws digging deep into him while he cries for help. He sees himself fall, wake up in freezing coldness, die more than once after.

But this time he wakes up before he can see the most barbaric climax.

The heavy breaths are silent this time when his eyes see the unfamiliar surroundings around him. He is not home. He is somewhere else. He is...

Kira.

You sleep on the settee by the wall next to the bed. Back into your PJs. It comforts him- because you finally looks comfortable, snoring lightly as you sleep without a care in the world. How he wishes he could have an ounce of what you have right now.

Loki turns where he lays to face you, resting his head on his shoulder as he watches peace glide right from your face. He does not even know when there is a smile brewing over his lips. The arm your head rests on stretches out, nearly halfway to Loki, your fingers curled downwards; he knows this is going to ache in the morning.

In this moment, he does not think.

It just happens.

The hand under his head slips away and reaches under your hand. He does not dare touch you. Not yet. You are too pure- is what he thinks. But his heart aches for the healing touch you left on him tonight. Never in a million years did he think you would come back for him, rescue him from this darkness that has been building in his heart for so long. With that thought, his fingers rise up and touch yours, feeling the soulful cold on his tips from yours along with a buzz that lights up his insides.

Of all things, he thinks to himself, why did you have to be my cure?

He feels your fingers twitch, pausing for a second before feeling them lower onto his, delighting his heart beyond recognition.

Sleep crawls into the room, taking her sweet time to let Loki be lightened by your touch before she makes his eyes heavy after aeons, bringing well-deserved tiredness with her.

With one thought he floats into a dreamy sleep; this time with Y/E/C eyes smiling and dancing amongst the stars.

Pure.

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We Wish You A Merry Jesus Poop via /r/atheism

We Wish You A Merry Jesus Poop

Since others are sharing their holiday stories I figured I'd share one of mine. It's funny, and a good ending, so please enjoy.

Our family of 3 (me, wife, 4 year old daughter) aren't religious, as you might guess from my being on this sub. My parents, as with many of yours, are Christian. I was raised Christian, and they still comment often about me needing to "find a good church", which they've been doing since we moved away over a decade ago. I've yet to come out as athiest, but I'm sure they have their suspicions, though they probably think I've just "lost my way" and will come back eventually.

It would appear that my parents have been discussing Jesus with my daughter when I'm not around though, as it's come up a few times. For example, we're on our way home from preschool and listening to James Taylor's Christmas album, and "Go Tell It On A Mountain" comes on. My daughter asks "Is he singing about Jesus?"

"Yes. Do you know who Jesus is?"

"He can..he can make a city." (She's 4, so, sure, whatever)

"Who told you about him?"

"Nanna and Pappy"

So I give her a brief talk about skepticism, as best you can with a 4 year old, without saying anything one way or the other about what is true or not, what I believe, or what she should believe, and leave it at that.

So that's the background, and now we fast forward to the week before Christmas and we're back home visiting my grandmother with my parents and my daughter. My daughter has to use the potty, so I take her back the hall to the restroom. The poor girl has a history of occasional constipation and painful poops, and this was one of them. She'd been sitting, struggling for a good 10 minutes when suddenly she asked me to "close my ears". Odd, but OK. So I put my fingers in my ears and she starts praying "Jesus, please help me poop." Repeating it several times. She stops and I take my fingers out of my ears and she asks "Did you hear?"

"Yes, I did. Were you praying?"

"Yes"

"Who taught you to do that?"

"Nanna, one time when I stayed with her and had a hard poop."

"Why didn't you want me to hear?"

"I don't know. I thought you would laugh at me."

So I just let it drop, telling her she doesn't need to hide things from me and I'd never laugh at her about something like that. So we sit through another couple of minutes of struggling and me asking if she's having any luck and, as she's oft to do, she starts singing. She loves to sing. Today's performance was "We Wish You a Merry Christmas", but somewhat improvised.

"We wish you a merry Christmas, we errgh you a merry Christmas, we arrggh you a merry mmmmmph-mas, and a happy new year"

This repeated several times with her giggling and the noises getting louder and sillier. Then, suddenly, a smile spreads across her face. "The singing is helping me poop!"

"We wish you a merry Christmas, we errrrgh you a merry Christmas, we aaaafffrggh you a merry rrrrmmmmph-mas, and a happy new year"

And then...

"...I DID IT! JESUS DIDN'T HAVE TO HELP ME POOP AFTER ALL!"

No, he didn't, sweet child. No, he didn't.

Submitted December 27, 2021 at 09:23PM by eloydrummerboy (From Reddit https://ift.tt/3HfXhvr)

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Sawyer Harris

Reborn Region Ace

"Sawyer Harris. A 2 Time Hall of Famer, Ex-Champion of Sinnoh and Kalos. Currently on the Reborn League Challenge, and he’s only gotten better with time! Woe be to those who challenge him, as The Ace That Runs the Place will stop at nothing to achieve victory!”

Battle theme: Persona 5- Blooming Villain Final boss theme: xi-on-Nuclear Fusion

Battle Intro: “Compared to me, you’re nothing! But I won’t show any sympathy!” Final battle intro: “You still want a challenge? Fine! This time, I’ll crush you so thoroughly that you won’t rise back up! Cactus Jack, prepare for combat!”

Victory: “Wanna know why you lost? Because to beat me, you have to be better than perfect!” Defeat: “Arrggh! How...what?!”

Taunt #1: “Damn dude, what’s the holdup? Calculating how long it’s gonna take for me to win?” Taunt #2: “Hold up a minute, phone’s going off...yeah it’s Nothin, says he knows you!” Taunt #3: “You’d save us all a lot of boredom if you’d just quit now!” Taunt #4: “If you’re trying to win by boring me to tears, you’d have better odds!“

Reacting to Taunt: “Oh? You better back that up! Cactus Jack, activate Mega Evolution!”

Tie: “...pfft. Ahahahahaha! A tie? I wouldn’t have predicted that!”

Perfect Victory: “...wow. That was such a easy win I can’t even enjoy it. Congrats on that.”

Support quotes

Assist: “Must I remind everyone of my superiority?”

Receiving an Assist: “...thanks. I just needed a breather...”

Using Item: “Catch this! Put it on your Pokemon!”

Healing/Buffing: “Yo, take this Full Restore! Let me carry my weight, you just sit back!”

Tag Team Special: “Welp, you done fucked up now!”

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Through the darkness there is hope

Samurai jack fanfiction Plot: jack guides Ashi as she travels through the psyche of her mind to break free from aku’s control over her and be free from his evil essence

We are taken to the outside of aku’s fortress, small gusts of wind filled the area slowly scattering debris across the wasteland. We the slowly pan up to the sky where there appears to be an eclipse slowly blotting out the sun we then her a scream of unimaginable pain.

We are taken in side of the fortress when we see jack is chained to a wall where the minions of aku one at a time beat jack senseless with various weapons, while aku watches from his throne smirking and cackling with amusement.

Ashi, still in her twisted demon like appearance watches emotionlessly. Aku then rises and slowly drifts over “I never thought this day would come samurai, for years…I have watched you suffer from the comfort of my domain but it was only emotional suffering…I always said to myself it wasn’t enough” Jack slowly raises his head as blood drips down from his nose a mouth. intense wounds, cuts and bruises filled his body as he pants from exhaustion. “Don’t get me wrong samurai It brings me great joy to torture you mentally and emotionally…however nothing beats seeing you like this” as he chuckles maniacally.

“Alright aku, you got what you wanted…you don’t need her anymore…just…let her go please” he begged in a shaky voice as if he was desperately trying to hold back his tears. All he wanted was to see her face again and stare into her eyes that once had so much life in them which now are soulless and corrupt. “And why would I do that foolish samurai ? She is my daughter after all” infuriated jack shouts “daughter? DAUGHTER!? You had nothing to do with her upbringing ! You were never there, the life she had before….me..was constant abuse both mentally and physically not to mentioned brainwashed into thinking you’re some sort of god…. her new life was just beginning until you corrupted her and twisted her into demon she is no-” before he could finish aku pierced through his shoulder with his finger letting out a grunt holding back his screams “samurai listen to me, who you see before you now is my daughters true self..the Ashi you knew was merely a shell, containing the real her….nothing more”

As his finger slowly pulled out of his shoulder he let out a grunt in pain. He lifted his head once more to see something that shocked him, tears began to slide down Ashi’s cheeks…and one thought crossed his mind…he knew, the real Ashi was still in there trapped and aware of what was happening. Seeing that gave jack hope that there’s still a chance to save her

“Now samurai, I will take my leave…I must make preparations, your death will be going public so anyone who has had hopes of opposing me will shatter after seeing there savior slain in front of there eyes” as he maniacally laughs “Now my lovely daughter I will leave him in your hands while I am away make sure he doesn’t do anything he might regret” ignoring the tears flowing down her face he then leaves the two of them.

As jacks gaze returns to Ashi he is slightly startled to find her standing right in front of him watching him emotionlessly. He then narrows his eyes “Ashi….I know you’re still in there somewhere…you can still fight it” as she slightly tilts her head. “Do not worry Ashi, I went through something similar years ago and was able to break free…it was hard but I persevered, do not lose hope….fight it from within” they both stared into each other’s eyes until jack let out a sign and closed his eyes “do not worry I will not let you do this alone…I shall guide you ashi” he then goes into a meditative trance. We then seeing Jack from Ashi’s point of view from inside her her head. The real Ashi kneeling in anguish as she sees her lover bloody and beaten. tears uncontrollably rolling down her face and hands over her eyes “why…why couldn’t you do it jack…I asked you but you refused….I mean I understand why but (sniffles) I would rather die than seeing you suffer at the hands of aku” as she continues sobbing black essence begins to slowly creep up her body trying to take over her fully. Angered by aku she gets up and runs toward her eyes frantically banging on them as if she were trapped behind a glass wall with no escape. “God pleeease…don’t hurt him anymore..I can’t-” she is then cut off by another voice “you know… this is all your fault” she slowly turned around to see visions of her sisters with their wounds still visible on them from when they fight Jack. Ashi stared with a look of horror and disbelief “What ? How are yo-” “if you would’ve just killed him like our intended purpose.. you wouldn’t have developed feelings for him…now look at you… look at what It had to come to” “Stop” “Instead, now our father has to use you as a puppet to get the job done” “STOP !” “And now you get to watch as father slays him !” “stop, stop, STOOOOP !!!!” Her sisters look at her with expressionless faces “stop what Ashi ?” The dark essence continues to creep up. “Do NOT call that horrid fiend my father” “Then what is he then huh ? I can’t believe choose this scum over your own family! You deserve what you’re going through !” As they narrow their eyes into a glare, The essence moves more quickly up towards Ashi now reaching her neck “no no NOOOOO JACK !” The black mass has now seemingly consumed her…“its so cold…I can’t see anything” she says in a shaky voice “Jack I am truly sorry, you were the One thing that gave me joy in my life and now you’re gone”

The silence is almost deafening…until she heard a faint voice in the distance that sounded familiar calling out to her..“Ashi..ashi….ashi !” A white dot appears it is Ashi’s eyes as it slowly zooms out we see the outline of Ashi’s body which is white but the rest of her is black just like her surroundings. “Jack ?…JACK ?! Is that you ?” She looks down at her self and realizes that she is in the body of her eight-year-old self with her original hair. The voice calls out her name again, this time she was certain it was Him “JACK ! I hear but I can’t see you ! Tell me when you are” “follow the sound of my voice Ashi ! I will guide you” She then begins to float towards the direction she hears him looking around for some visible sign of him… she then here’s the voice of her mother “you truly are weak” Ashi pauses and clenches her fists “NO ! You are not weak, Pay no mind to her… you’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met” Ashi slowly turns back towards the direction of Jack’s voice “you were just as useless and pitiful as the samurai is” Ashi then in a stern voice replies “you don’t get to tell me what and who I am” “you dare speak to your mother in such a manner” Ashi’s eyes then narrow as she grits her teeth “you may have given birth to me…. but you’re not my mother in anyway shape or form… no mother in their right mind would put their child through what you put me and my sisters through …begone !” She floated in the one spot for a moment until she couldn’t hear the voice anymore and then continue forward towards Jack.

She continued on until she saw a shimmering light in the distance, she leaned in forward to move faster “come, Ashi you’re almost there just a little further” but then she felt the darkness rising back up again like water she struggled for a moment as she tries to swim her way through, until she remembered something Jack had said to her “ if you open your eyes and let go of the hate.. you will see the truth” her heart then began to beat from determination, “for jack” she said softly as she continued to swim toward the light picking up speed. Faster and faster she swam until she felt the solid ground beneath her feet and slowly start walking up toward where the light, her eyes slowly widened as her view was fixated on none other than Jack…his eight year old self “ashi…you made it” as a innocent smile grew across his face, Ashi did the same as her eyes grew teary. Jack then held out his hands “come” Ashi then slowly one step at a time began to approach him by her fourth step she had realized she is now in the body of her 13 year old self and so is jack. She continued forward and by her ninth step she was in her appearance when she first met him and so was he (beard and all) as she drew closer to her final steps she held out her hands as her hair flowed back down to her current hair style.

Till finally she felt an overwhelming warmth as both of them grab each other’s hands she opens her eyes to see jack (clean shaven and top knot) smiling back at her. The darkness around them dissolves as it’s replace by light. She knew that the light was a representation of the kindness in her heart and her never ending love for jack, she smiles “jack” “Ashi” they both embrace as the light engulfs their vision. When are then taken back to the real world where jack opens his eyes to see ashi convulsing as the darkness that seemed permanently attached to her started to melt off of her body. The last part of her to be freed was her head as she desperately gasped for air and collapsed to her knees. She felt unpleasant feeling rising through her esophagus that felt as thick as mud, she then vomited out a black substance…it was the rest of aku’s essence. Aku who was still making preparations all of a sudden was in pain, he had sensed that something was hurting him indirectly “arrggh what the hell is this ?!?” His widened as it dawned on him what had just happened “noo…Nooo….NOOOOOO !!!” He bolts to the area of his domain where Ashi and jack are. As the last drop of dark essence left her mouth all of it started to evaporate away, she was panting uncontrollably catching her breath “Ashi ! Are you-” he is then cut off by the sounds of crying, she slowly looks up at him, tears pouring down the sides of her cheeks “you found me” she said in a soft spoken voice, jack lets out a light chuckle “oh Ashi…you weren’t that hard to find” as he smiles ashi slowly stands up her legs still wobbly from the ordeal makes her way toward jack and puts both of her hands on his face “my god, they’ll pay for what they done to you” as she looks at all of the wound on his face and body “do not worry about me…I’m just glad I get to she your beautiful face again” Ashi still with tears rolling down her face says “I love you…I love you so much jack” their lips lock as they kiss passionately in relief and joy.

“It was you, it was always you who gave me the will to live and go on and to never lose hope…I don’t know how I could have ever forget that” “The same could be said for you…. you’ve save me more ways than you know Ashi” they look into each other’s eyes until ashi realized she need to act quickly “wait what are you doing ?” “What does it look like ? I’m trying to get these chains off of you” she struggles for a bit and realizes something’s off about them “Ashi these aren’t normal chains they’re cladded with aku’s essence” Ashi’s eyes narrow she then slowly turns her head around and her gaze glances upward to see Jack’s sword is unguarded… quite foolish of the shogun of sorrow to leave such a weapon unattended…she then smirks as she slowly walks away “wait Ashi where are you going ?” She turned around and chuckles at him “I’m going to get your sword back, free you, then we’ll kick my “fathers” ass”

End

Everything after that aku appears and then fights Ashi and try’s to prevent her from get jacks sword. then you can pretty much put together what happens after that… I have an idea of how it would go down afterwards but if you guys want to hear that let me know.

[furederiko]

Quest for the legendary Argo Navis starts! Can Kotarou and Stinger steal the spotlight, while Lucky is running out of luck? Get the answer on Kyuranger's 11th episode!

- The hunt for Argo Navis officially begins! Using the Pyxis Kyu Globe that was discovered recently, Commander Xiao reveals that the Legendary Ship is formed through 3 currently missing Kyu Globes: Puppis, Vela, and Carina. Each respectively forms Poop deck, Sails, and Keel for the mythological ship/vessel. One that was said to have carried Jason and the Argonauts on their journey. It is believed to be powerful enough to defeat Jark Matter, eventhough Xiao himself can't really vouch its credibility. LOL!!! (Naga's reaction is always priceless...) - It's really commendable that the writers are actually paying great attention to the story and history behind these constellations. But I have to admit, when I first read that the next arc would be a quest to locate the old constellation, I thought to myself, "Great! That means the Rebellion will be leaving Earth". So when this episode reveals that all three elements are still located ON Earth? I feel rather disappointed. Of course, that might be the main reason why Earth becomes so 'important' to the Jark Matter. At least I hope that will be the case. - Before we proceed with the mission, let's head over to the... recreation room? Or is it dining area? The Orion does have many areas that the show hasn't explored yet. We get to see a little '88 Constellation Fortune' of the day for Lucky, whose luck should've easily won him a sweepstake prize. Putting aside all those grammatically incorrect Engrish on that 'Space Machine' magazine, turns out Lucky is out of luck. Those under the horoscope Leo is having the worst luck! OUCH. Surprisingly, Lucky still gets selected among the all-male away team (a possible nod to "Taiyou Sentai Sun Vulcan"). So his luck is still working, right? Not so fast. Him joining the team ends up bringing more trouble to himself instead. - Kotarou thinks it's better for all of them to go. Problem is, half of the members needs to stick around to repair the Orion, following last week's incident. Since the youngest member is itching for a fight, he decides to stow away on the Leo Voyager, and surprise everyone. Xiao has no other choice but to let the boy joins the team this time. Much to Stinger's dismay, who's keeping an eye on the boy, since apparently he doesn't want to accept him anytime soon. Another OUCH! NOTE: In case you haven't noticed, Kotarou has been neatly added in the Opening Sequence now. Good for him! Both Ursa Minor Skyblue (I'm using Over-Time's style from now on, so it won't be 'Sky Blue' anymore) and Draco Commander have been added to the final group shot as well. Amazing! - It's a six members team now, confirming that Kotarou is indeed the 'Sixth Ranger'. And it proves to be useful, because Lucky is really out of luck, and the assassins (the ever elusive Ikagen, and a regenerated Madako, with her new 'girly' personality) have returned to hunt them. Ursa Minor Skyblue might be a tad TOO excited though, as he gets a little too cocky when a giant Deathworm, a creature that's not supposed to be of Earth, shows up... out of the blue. Scorpius Orange tries to rescue Ursa Minor Skyblue, but they end up falling into an underground pit together. But that's still a good news, because apparently the creature has swallowed the Puppis Kyu Globe. Meaning the others need to locate it anyway. The bad news? Lucky is pissed off after being defeated by Ikagen. So he neglected Xiao's command to return to the Orion and patch up his wound. Instead, he runs to pursue Ikagen all by himself. Looks like somebody is slowly going off rails towards dangerous territory... - Raptor, Hammy, Balance, Garu, and Naga are working in the Orion's engine room, trying their best to streamline the repair process. Naga uses the #64 Crater Kyu Globe, with the intention to provide some beverage as they take a break. It doesn't work as it's supposed to, because it doesn't arrive with any content *smh*. Meanwhile, Stinger gets his much needed alone time with Kotarou, and uses the #83 Fornax Kyu Globe to create a small campfire. Convenient Kyu Globes are convenient, eh? - Kotarou rushes Stinger to locate the Deathworm, but Stinger coldly opts to share the story of his big brother Scorpio instead. He calmly explained that Scorpio started out just like Kotarou, craving for power to save the weak. Before it soon corrupted him instead (just like The Force, eh?). Basically, Stingers asks Kotarou to not fall into the same mistake, and let his brother Jirou down. I think this could've been a great heartwarming scene, too bad it is cut too short!!! (-_-;)... Oh well, at least it's sweet that Kotarou begins calling Stinger as 'Aniki' (Over-Time translates it as 'Bro') after this. - Deathworm returns and attacks them! Thankfully the others, minus Lucky, arrive just in time to help the two. Spada uses the Hydro Pum..., er, I mean #28 Aquarius Kyu Globe to flush the worm away. That's his first non sea-animal Kyu Globe, but still water related. Champ then uses the #68 Lepus Kyu Globe on their legs, giving them power-jumps needed to pursue the creature. Once again, convenient Kyu Globes are indeed convenient! LOL. - Two uneven battles take place at the same time. Leo Red, who has completely lost his composure, is trying to singlehandedly pin down both Ikagen and Madako. While the others, an all-male all-non-Red team with sweet unconventional color-combinations (which is fantastic!!), deals with Deathworm. Gotta love that chemistry between Big Bro Orange and Lil Bro Skyblue! XD. Lucky might have helped Kotarou to gain his power, but it's always Stinger whom the boy looks up to. Aaaawww... *grins* - Mecha time! Loving it when Draco Voyager automatically turns the setting into a galactic space battle. Which is technically necessary mind you, because the practical wiring works on the violet Voyager can be neatly masked through the dark lighting. The same goes to the overall CG sequence too. Scorpius Orange tells Ursa Minor Skyblue to join along, thus the two-in-one Ursa Voyager debuts. The 'Major' part takes the form of a buggy, while 'Minor' that's sitting on top, can be detached as a monocycle with bladed wheel. - Since Leo Red is still busy struggling elsewhere, Draco Commander gets to take the centerpiece. Yes, RyuTei-Oh, the team's second but three-parts mecha officially debuts. Ursa Minor Skyblue points out that the creature might be weak against water. So Ryutei-Oh used Aquarius Kyu Globe again, before wrapping up the fight with "Ryutei-Oh! Meteor Break! Super Galaxy!". During the blow, #88 Puppis Kyu Globe is expelled from Deathworm's body, and Ikagen neatly snatches it away from Leo Red's unlucky hand. Lucky almost gets the best of him afterwards, but Ursa Minor Skyblue saves the day by sweeping him to safety with the Ursa Minor Voyager. - This episode ends in a rather disheartening note. While the other Rebellions are devising a plan to obtain Puppis Kyu Globe, Lucky is nowhere to be found, as he slowly reminisces a childhood... covered in flame. HUH? Who would've guessed beneath all those smile and "Lucky!!!", lies a sad and devastating past, right? Things are definitely progressing towards the dark side for him... NOTE: Xiao and Spada are taking the spotlight in the Ending Dance. Once again, Kotarou is still absent. Is he being saved until another member debuts? This is curious...

Overall: As you could see yourself, this was a hectic episode! It was so busy, I just realized I ended up recap-viewing in my old chronological style... arrggh! It tried to juggle several plots at the same time, but unfortunately, unlike last time, it didn't quite worked. Personally, I would have prefered Stinger to have more personal bonding time together with Kotarou. Even his unfinished rift with Champ could also be inserted somehow. The Orion repair team was clearly sidelined, as they basically served no significant purpose. That whole bit with Lucky was a nice touch, as it led him towards a darker trajectory, something that last season took too long to pull off. This was important, because it showed that the character has actual growth. But I'd also argue, it could've been saved for another episode, as to not make every episode a Red-centered. To sum up, while not necessarily a bad one and still had parts that I genuinely enjoyed (the action in particular), this was among my least favorite episodes so far. And you know what? Judging from the way things are moving on such break-neck speed, I can't help but wonder what kind of stories will we be seeing in the remaining episodes (assuming the season has 50 episode, so 39 more!)? There are still MANY MORE after this... Next week: 2-in-1 robot battle! With 11-in-1 Kyurangers on scene!!!

Episode 11 Score: 7,8 out of 10

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You observe, if everything else is going well… he’s been recently respectful, he’s got nice sufficient looking and perchance you ridiculed a little… you don’t want to let a minute define you… or indicate him!

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I’ve learned that most the makers of unichip really typically are not idiots. They might be asking sensible questions… conceivably indelicately. (Don’t you want to realize why any kind of 50-year old fart has never married? Or the explanation he’s been recently divorced twofold? )

And maybe he’s trying to touch or perhaps kiss an individual because he is attracted to anyone and has misinterpreted your signals? That doesn’t produce him a horrible man you ought to run via. Maybe the item implies you just need have fun with a grownup discussion.

The truth is there is a few questions or even man-moves that you can anticipate… still you’re ongoing to be caught off-guard.

As well as you’re not including yourself on the market, trying to stop the questions or perhaps moves?

Do away with Your Fear PLUS Save His or her Manhood You think about just what you’re going to get on on a date. You may think concerning questions you might ask your dog. Why not also think in advance about how precisely you want to react if one of these challenging cases come up?

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Appears divorced By years. It absolutely was a difficult marriage really lot of methods. Maybe even as get to know eath other better we were actually able to share a great deal more. For now I want say that Most of us learned a great deal, especially about precisely how important their that each and every people are prepared and able to communicate emotions. I’m curious… what are your personal big guidelines from your prior relationships?

Sort of this #2: What exactly haven’t any person ever wedded?

You could answer: I just don’t have found the perfect guy. (And, if you’re just as I was with regard to so long, get along with that using a look which says ‘ if you ask me everything else about that I’m going get up along with walk out, any person jerk. ‘)

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You could leap back and claim NOOOO WAYYYY!

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Bob, I am enjoying studying the needs regarding you and wish to know more… but I am not looking forward to that still. I hope functions for you.

Someone tell him the simple fact. You set your existing boundary. Take action kindly, excluding him feeling kicked from balls.

Persons check in applying him to check out some important about him. When he’s the, maybe you may still start a adult conversation relating to physicality within the relationship. (And if he is not together with keeps searching for, run for the hills following calling him or her whatever you’d be interested. )

I am guessing you might have fumbled on the answer to a variety of gnarly requests before. One of two goods happen:

Variety you feel unpleasant, damnit!! Your own personal fight or flight impulse kicks within. You turn off. You decide your dog is a elegant. You want to affect him!

Precisely what NOT to do after you answer their question NOOO. Are likely do this!

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Similarly responses usually are first period killers, mate.

Important: You no longer need to count on everything he might ask as well as might achieve. I’m most certainly not saying this. But you most certainly have people few things that give you in which “ Stuff. I feel icky and coming from control” sense when requested or every time done to any individual.

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I’ve reviewed to quite a few super ingenious women who include told me simply how much they regretted their step to a guy they wanted to perspective again.

Unfortunately they recognize this adhering to your date. If so it’s too late.

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Therefore tell me… what are the concerns you loathe to get asked? How are you answering them or maybe, better yet, hoin what way would15351 able to answer all these now that you know how to use tidy statements?

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How Do You Alternative His Doubt When It May feel Rude as well as Scary?

How Do You Alternative His Doubt When It May feel Rude as well as Scary?

When you find yourself dating aiming to get to know 1 another, there’s a top notch chance quality guy ask any person all kinds of worries. How do you solution his problem that looks rude, or maybe that gives a person that correct because you have no clue how to answer.

Men might ask some pretty unsure and stupid questions, proper? And they can make some moves leaving all of us wondering ‘ what the in addition to was they thinking? ”

Instead of incorporating your arms and anticipating he doesn’t ask this particular scary query or с the make out and coat, take a little time to help ready the grown-up way in which you need to respond.

The reason did you receive divorced?

The reason why have you filled so many spots?

What you do for that living? (And you’re involving gigs. )

And the best: The key reason why haven’t a person ever been engaged to be married???

Arrggh! Just about every date I put developed over the 30-ish years My spouse and i became single said that freaking question! Each one time, issues i heard appeared to be: What is WRONG along??? ” Pissed me speedily.

Oh… in addition to about when he hmu.com/russian-brides makes this kind of unexpected move? This individual goes in to obtain a kiss and also you are SO not likely ready for this kind of.

How do you improve with his concern, or answer something she or he does this kind of knocks an individual off-balance? Honestly, in the event he’s a great all-around impolite jerk requesting a bunch of personalised questions, I truly don’t proper care how you reply. Tell him your pet is a snazzy jerk and give up.

But if you fundamentally LIKE the man, how you solution something that astonished you could make difference including you keeping single… or finding grown-up love.

You observe, if everything else is going well… he’s been recently respectful, he’s got nice sufficient looking and perchance you ridiculed a little… you don’t want to let a minute define you… or indicate him!

Have a look at face the product: sh%t takes place two people trying to get to know one other. You don’t want to respond in a fashion that totally transforms off an otherwise good man, right?

If you think he gets into for a kiss and lick and riff and you step back in horror… that girl is going to feel embarrassed. He’s recently been emasculated. Your puppy is not intending to call anyone again.

In the event it he demands about your prior relationships so you answer which include snippy, protecting response… he’s going to assume you happen to be a snippy and shielding woman. She has not vulnerable to call you will again.

What the results are if he’s a fantastic guy together with partner possible who simply went away from (your) script for a small?

I’ve learned that most the makers of unichip really typically are not idiots. They might be asking sensible questions… conceivably indelicately. (Don’t you want to realize why any kind of 50-year old fart has never married? Or the explanation he’s been recently divorced twofold? )

And maybe he’s trying to touch or perhaps kiss an individual because he is attracted to anyone and has misinterpreted your signals? That doesn’t produce him a horrible man you ought to run via. Maybe the item implies you just need have fun with a grownup discussion.

The truth is there is a few questions or even man-moves that you can anticipate… still you’re ongoing to be caught off-guard.

As well as you’re not including yourself on the market, trying to stop the questions or perhaps moves?

Do away with Your Fear PLUS Save His or her Manhood You think about just what you’re going to get on on a date. You may think concerning questions you might ask your dog. Why not also think in advance about how precisely you want to react if one of these challenging cases come up?

When you are armed with trustworthy and positive responses, you could avoid halting a potential fantastic date inside of it’s hiking trails. Then, manage your conversation to things that assist two superb people familiarize yourself with one another.

At this point is how my Prepared Fights work:

Here’s an example #1: The causes did you might have divorced?

You can answer: This individual cheated when me therefore i left their sorry bottom.

OR you can try a Prepared Affirmation like this:

Appears divorced By years. It absolutely was a difficult marriage really lot of methods. Maybe even as get to know eath other better we were actually able to share a great deal more. For now I want say that Most of us learned a great deal, especially about precisely how important their that each and every people are prepared and able to communicate emotions. I’m curious… what are your personal big guidelines from your prior relationships?

Sort of this #2: What exactly haven’t any person ever wedded?

You could answer: I just don’t have found the perfect guy. (And, if you’re just as I was with regard to so long, get along with that using a look which says ‘ if you ask me everything else about that I’m going get up along with walk out, any person jerk. ‘)

OR you can use the00 Prepared Confirmation I ultimately started making use of:

I’ve experienced an enjoyable as well as successful employment, enjoy the actual hobbies whilst still being have lovely, promoting relationships in addition to my family along with friends. We am AND FOR THAT REASON looking forward to seeking for a partner to express the fantastic lives caused by created. Why not you? Exactly what you ready for in your approaching?

Have you established how my Prepared Keywords work?

Any person tell him numerous truth, within your boundaries. (He deserves which will. He’s going to get to know that you. On very first dates, nonetheless, he will not need facts. ) You make sure he understands the advantages about your existing and/or regarding the experience. You segue into a linked. meaningful concern that helps you’re able to know your dog and start a new grown-up conversation. How about in case he goes in for your unwanted obtaining? (He is not grossing an individual out, nevertheless, you definitely am often not ready. )

You could leap back and claim NOOOO WAYYYY!

OR you can take a breath, look them in the eyesight and declare:

Bob, I am enjoying studying the needs regarding you and wish to know more… but I am not looking forward to that still. I hope functions for you.

Someone tell him the simple fact. You set your existing boundary. Take action kindly, excluding him feeling kicked from balls.

Persons check in applying him to check out some important about him. When he’s the, maybe you may still start a adult conversation relating to physicality within the relationship. (And if he is not together with keeps searching for, run for the hills following calling him or her whatever you’d be interested. )

I am guessing you might have fumbled on the answer to a variety of gnarly requests before. One of two goods happen:

Variety you feel unpleasant, damnit!! Your own personal fight or flight impulse kicks within. You turn off. You decide your dog is a elegant. You want to affect him!

Precisely what NOT to do after you answer their question NOOO. Are likely do this!

Or perhaps you go the actual TMI route; sharing an enormous amount of. This undoubtedly devolves proper bitch getaway about your exes or displays him some thing special in relation to yourself that they ought definitely not know.

Similarly responses usually are first period killers, mate.

Important: You no longer need to count on everything he might ask as well as might achieve. I’m most certainly not saying this. But you most certainly have people few things that give you in which “ Stuff. I feel icky and coming from control” sense when requested or every time done to any individual.

For me ? testosterone levels had been the ‘ why have never you been married yet’ question. (Still makes myself cringe! )

I’ve reviewed to quite a few super ingenious women who include told me simply how much they regretted their step to a guy they wanted to perspective again.

Unfortunately they recognize this adhering to your date. If so it’s too late.

So , as an option to crossing your current fingers along with hoping they doesn’t query that terrifying question along with go in for often the kiss, make the effort to prepare often the grownup manner in which you want to act in response.

When you do, you may strike once again thing off your pair of Why Online dating Sucks. Since you see… you may be prepared together with skills as well as the precise item information that allow you to remedy dates daily life. You can get to uncover the men someone meet better. You can have more fun!!

That is the best way set yourself up to get second, lastly and endless dates with the obligation man!

Therefore tell me… what are the concerns you loathe to get asked? How are you answering them or maybe, better yet, hoin what way would15351 able to answer all these now that you know how to use tidy statements?

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Architectural Blogging … It isn’t for Everyone

My computer is dying … I am systematically killing it with all the stuff I keep on here. One of the things that frequently happens when you write a blog like mine (i.e. a site that is graphically heavy with content) is that your hard drive fills up pretty quickly. Yes, I keep stuff in the cloud and have multiple external hard drives, but those items only delay the electronic death that I sense is coming.

To stem the inevitable for as long as possible, I take a deep dive into the hard drive from time to time to clean up/get rid of everything I possibly can. What you can’t possibly know, although I think most people can successfully imagine, is the depth of the rabbit-hole an activity like this becomes. All you have to do is try cleaning out the nightstand beside your bed and you’ll know exactly what I mean. There is so much quality entertainment in there, despite most of it being completely useless, that the purging activity tends to become an amusing trip down memory lane.

Because of this blog, I receive thousands of emails and comments, the quality of which is ridiculously wide-ranging. Most of what I receive is pretty straight-forward, and an incredibly small portion of what I receive is amazing – like “re-evaluate everything you thought to be true” amazing. The balance is made up of another sort of amazing … the sort of amazing that makes me scratch my head while showing it to other people to see if their take is any different than my own. I will frequently screen-grab some image or comment in an attempt to keep track of its existence – although I almost always fail at keeping track because there are too many.

I frequently dream of sharing the latter sort of correspondence and comments that I receive. If that was something that I thought I could do with a clear conscious, I would have years worth of amusing blog posts that would basically write themselves. I get all tingly just thinking about it. I thought I would share just one image just to give you a taste of the possibilities. Just below is a screen grab from my Life of an Architect Facebook page and one of the comments I received …

So the title of this post was “Traveling and Working” and the basic premise was that between working and lecturing, I tend to travel more than one might think for a firm the size of mine and that I enjoy work-related travel more as I get older. Once I shared this post on Facebook, as evidenced by the comment above, someone felt compelled to point out that you “During ancient Egypt, you could even get killed if you fail the Pharoah … So who says its a wonderful job.?

[needle scratching the record]

How did working for the Pharoah during ancient Egypt get in the conversation? I think I responded back to this comment something along the lines of “I will definitely avoid working for the Pharoah” … as if I had a choice since that last Pharoah died 1,998 years before I was born.

On occasion, I will use screen grabs, comments, and emails that I find entertaining as part of my lectures and presentations, but I have generally decided not to use these sorts of low-hanging fruit for potential blog posts because it feels a little mean-spirited to me. I am well aware of the fact that I just broke my own fair-play decency rule by sharing the Pharoah comment above – but for the record, while I think this comment was just a little outside the boundaries of the topic, if I squint, I can kind of see the point this individual is making. While I make being an architect sound awesome in my post, the reality is that being an architect isn’t awesome for everyone.

Fair enough.

I don’t know how to fairly address what it’s like for all the other people in this profession, so I just talk about what I know from first-hand experience … and even then people will still argue with me. In the past, I would try to explain that you can’t tell me that I’m wrong when I’m giving my opinion, that you can just disagree with me … but that has never worked.

In the 8+ years since I started blogging, I have gone through an interesting transformation, typically oscillating between various degrees of enjoying the experience and hating it, but even at its worst, it has always been entertaining. Unless you work in my office, chances are that you will never learn about all the wildly kooky emails and messages I receive … so sad (not really) but it is these sorts of emails and messages that are really what you’re signing up for when you start a blog. While it is the engagement that frequently makes blogging worthwhile, it is also the thing that brings the most amount of agony along with it. Some people have amazing patience and will email me over and over again, asking if they could submit an article “to my site”. Amusingly, most of those emails start like this:

Hi  ,  I was on your website http://www.lifeofanarchitect.com and think the content is terrific. ….”

It’s clear that this is a form email and that they couldn’t be bothered to enter in my name OR adjust the spacing between the “Hi” and the comma (I can just imagine the training material telling the new employee to “insert name here”) along with the obvious cut and paste URL for my website, which is almost always in a different font style and size than the rest of the email.  I have an FAQ page and I decided a long time ago that I would address this request to submit guest posts right up front – as in, it’s the very first frequently asked question that I answered!!

If there is a guest post on my site, it’s because I know that person and I have asked them to write an article for me. I do not need any “high-quality articles that you think my readers will enjoy in exchange for a link embedded in the post.” My readers are clearly not interested in “high-quality posts” or they wouldn’t be on this site in the first place.

I told people that I was just going to delete their email if they sent me a request for host a guest post without checking my FAQ first …

It totally didn’t work.

They will just keep on emailing me over and over, “Did you receive my last email?” Arrggh!!

Here is just one example, which just happened.

Despite being pretty clear (I thought), Jennifer is still planning on sending along an article – an article that I can guarantee will not be something anyone wants to read, as well as including paid links buried within the content. I get these sorts of emails every single day and after 8 years, I will confess that it is exasperating.

If you are thinking about starting your own architectural blog, check with me first. Chances are pretty good that I will try and talk you out of it.

You can read the original post that spawned the Pharoah comment here: Traveling and Working … I happen to think it’s a pretty good post, regardless of the fact that the Pharoah might have killed me for displeasing him once upon a time in ancient Egypt.

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