#i can't believe we've come ten years already

[blakeswritingimagines]

I've loved you for a thousand years and I'll love you for a thousand more.

Summary: Telling your husband you remember your life together goes smoothly, until you feel the need to prove it to him....and he agrees.

Word Count: 3.1k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

"I remember."

Daemon's eyes lit up at the words that had been spoken. You remembered him. You remembered. He didn't want to scare you so didn't react immediately, he waited to let it sink in really truly sink in...you remembered?. Daemon was so happy at what you had said. "My love…" Daemon said in a voice filled with joy and tears. "It's me… Daemon.. your Daemon.." He continued. "Do you remember me? Us? Our marriage?" Daemon asked, looking for any sort of confirmation of what you already told him. You slowly moved closer as you placed your hands on his chest smiling up at him with the same lovestruck look that you had been giving him since you married him, gently nodding your head and placing your hands on his chest "Yes I do. We've been married for years since children practically, and we've left King's landing more times than anyone can count, when we got married you gave me a dragon egg and taught me everything about them, you taught me how to fight and take down many a man much larger than myself….that I love you and often sneak away no matter how busy because we can't keep our hands off of each other."

Daemon's heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Finally, your mind was returned to you. Daemon couldn't believe you had said all those things, he just hoped that you understood what they meant. You were starting to seem like your old self, and it was the light Daemon had been waiting on for ages. Daemon laughed and hugged you as if this was confirmation all his dreams had come true. "You have no idea how many prayers I've sent up for your return to me," Daemon said, his voice soft and filled with love. Daemon smiled at your words and as your hand placed themselves on his chest, daemon felt a warm sensation wash over him. It was real. All of his efforts had been seen through and you were back to normal. You were back to loving and touching Daemon as you once did. It was a feeling Daemon had missed so dearly. He laughed at the idea of your last claim, he wasn't used to you being this brazen. "Y/n.." Daemon started. "I never thought I would hear those words from you again. You are everything." Daemon said, his voice filled with joy.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as a few tears fell from your eyes and down your cheeks at how much you had been missing without even knowing it, looking into his violet eyes as if he hung the moon and stars just for you "I'm sorry my love, but I'm back" Leaning in closer to him brushing your lips against his as you whispered to him "You are my sun, my moon, and the air I breathe. To me, nothing exists except you I love you my Daemon". Daemon felt like he was going to cry himself as you embraced him, your tears touching his cheeks while you showered him with your affection. He couldn't believe his ears. You remembered everything. "Darling…" Daemon felt like he would explode, his heart was beating a thousand times a second. "I've missed you so much." He said in a soft tone, as it filled him with happiness. And then you kissed him as if this was something you would do again and again for the past ten years. Daemon felt whole again.

Daemon kissed you back softly and gently. His heart had never been fuller than it was right now. He knew all of the struggle he put into getting you back and it was all worth it. You had your memories from your life together. Daemon held you close, he felt so content at this moment. Holding you once more as he kissed your neck softly. "Forever, my sweet love," Daemon said with a contented smile. "Forever." Tenderly kissing him happy with his words as if nothing had changed but saddened that he needed to feel that way as you had around, smiling at him as you pulled him closer and kissed him again slowly letting the passion build as your fingers ran through his platinum blonde locks before barely pulling away from the kiss as you looked up at him keeping your voice light and breathy as she spoke "Shall I make it up to my sweet husband for losing so much time with each other? show you truly just how much I remember?".

Daemon felt butterflies erupt in his stomach as your hand moved through his hair and your lips pressed back against his. It was even better than he had imagined it would be. When you pulled away Daemon was speechless for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. "Oh my Lady, you have shown me enough already, but I won't deny you the opportunity to show me more," Daemon said, his voice a seductive whisper. He wanted to take his wife back tonight, if he could. And if you allowed it. He most certainly would. As the two of you slowly get closer together, Daemon slowly lifted your chin up and brought your mouth nearer to his. He kissed you softly at first but then, in the heat of it all, your tongue met in what would be one of the most electrifying moments of your life. Daemon's lips pressed harder against yours as if trying to make up for the nearly two-and-a-half months of longing for your touch. Finally, his hands traveled down to your back, pressing you against his chest. A hand held your back, while the other cradled the back of your head, giving him better control of the kiss.

Daemon couldn't help but laugh as your tongues danced with one another. It was a feeling he had missed, being lost in one another. It took no time at all for Daemon to be under your spell once more, his body close and his voice low and seductive. He wanted nothing more than to take you right here. He felt as if time was a thing of the past as he pushed you against the wall, slowly beginning to take off the clothes of you. His hand grabbed your hip and pulled you closer to him. He wanted this to be the best night your memory would never forget. You gasped for breath in between the kisses as your body pressed against the wall of your shared bed chamber. You were breathing heavily and moaning softly as he caressed your soft skin. You were getting lost in his touch, your eyes closed. Your hands traced the muscles of his body as you held him tightly, wanting to feel his heat against you.

Daemon was in heaven, kissing you now felt more natural than ever. Your soft breaths against his lips was like music in his ears. He was slowly losing himself as well. Daemon felt your hands run over his body, your fingers dancing along his skin with ease as your kisses increased in intensity. The heat emanating from the touch alone was enough to send him over. He wanted more, he wanted all that he could get with you right now. Daemon's hands moved to your hips, his touch more demanding. You moaned quietly into his mouth, your lips parting in invitation as you leaned back against the wall. You let him take what he wanted, loving the feeling of his hands over your skin. Your hips pushed against his, wanting more. You slowly opened your eyes and glanced at him as he moved to hold your hips as if to show you who was in charge. Your hands moved from his back to move up his shirt, trying to open it so that you could finally touch each other's skin. Your fingers were shaking from the anticipation. A fire was growing inside you and you felt the need to be closer to him, deeper inside you.

Daemon was in control of you now, the power shift turning him on beyond imagination. You were his wife and he was going to act like it. Daemon's hands moved up your legs, towards the buttons on your clothing. He unbuttoned your shirt and ripped it off your body in one swift movement. Daemon's shirt soon followed as he ripped the top apart. He looked at you as if he had never seen you in all your beauty. His eye ran up and down your figure, the sight of you driving him to madness. You groaned with desire as he ripped your shirt off and left you in your black bra. You looked at him for a second, before smiling once more. "You are like a dragon in heat. My Daemon. The fire inside of me is burning." You took his arm and brought him closer to you. "We do not need to be apart any longer. Let us make love like we're newly wed again." You told him, as you kissed him passionately, with a lot of lust.

Daemon growled at your words before biting down on your lower lip. As they kissed, Daemon's hands traveled all over your body. They traced your curves and ran through your hair. Daemon leaned you against the wall as a light grin danced on his lips. His eyes were filled with passion and lust. Daemon didn't want to take things slow. He wanted to love you and for you to love him right now. As he kissed you with his tongue entering your mouth, Daemon let out a soft moan. Daemon felt his clothing unbuttoned and removed. You felt his tongue exploring your mouth and his hands exploring your body. You felt his hands moving to your back and taking off your bra, freeing the skin that was hidden under. You kissed back desperately and caressed his hair as he explored more of your body. Your fingers trailed across his chest and stomach as a teasing touch. "Make love to me here and now." You moaned as you grabbed him and pulled him closer, against the wall.

You were making Daemon crazy. He desperately wanted you and he would have you, here and now. Even if you couldn't remember all the details of the last two months, Daemon was ready to show you that he hadn't forgotten anything. Daemon's eyes were burning at this moment. He picked you up, his tongue still exploring your mouth. As he did this he began moving you to your bed. He laid you against it and moved closer to you. He gently started to run his hands over your body, your skin like butter to his touch. You gasped when he laid you on the bed and touched you. As his lips descended to your neck, you arched your back in pleasure. You moaned with his touch. Your hands moved to his hair once more, caressing it again. He was practically taking you to heaven with what he was doing to you and you were loving it. "My love," Daemon whispered, letting you melt into the bed. He began to kiss your neck, letting his tongue explore along your body. His lips danced across your skin, nibbling and licking lightly. He let his hand wander across your body again, exploring your form and touching you. As he did, he grew harder and harder, wanting to be inside you already. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice laced with lustful need.

"Yes... Daemon..." You whispered as Daemon began to touch you, letting your body melt as a candle would. You moaned quietly, wanting your husband to make you his again. You wanted so badly to please him. He was the love of your life, and nothing mattered more to you than him. As Daemon’s hand continues to explore every curve of your body, you moaned softly in his ear, your body starting to react to him. You leaned in to kiss him passionately, your tongues dancing against each other as you both search for more of it. “I am ready,” you whispered. You looked at Daemon, your eyes filled with lust and desire. "Good," Daemon whispered, letting his hot breath caress your lips. He lifted himself up, his body strong and toned, his frame looking all the more impressive by the light of the candelabras that illuminated your room. He bent down as he took you into his arms, pressing the length of his body against yours as you shared a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue danced with yours, his hands cupping your face, caressing your neck and squeezing your thighs. He was ready to make you his, and he was going to take his fill after waiting so long and not touching you while you recovered.

You moaned as you felt Daemon’s body against your own. Your hands run along his strong arms and back, and your lips follow as well. You pulled Daemon closer to you, your body craving for his. With one quick movement, you pulled Daemon on top of you, your legs wrapping around him. “Take me,” You whispered in his ear as you looked into his eyes hungrily. Your hands grab Daemon’s waist, pulling him closer to you. "Oh, darling," Daemon whispered, his hands massaging your thighs, his hips moving against yours as he kept his thrusts slow not wanting to rush anything. Your voice was music to his ears, and your body was a delicious feast for his eyes to feast upon. He kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth, your taste filling him with desire. He could not wait any longer; he had to have her. Daemon moved away from you slightly, giving himself a moment to admire your body before he gently pushed your legs against your chest as his cock started going deeper.

You gasped as Daemon kissed you so passionately, and you felt his hips moving against yours. You moaned loudly, as the kiss turned even deeper and lust-filled. Your hands run through Daemon's hair, pulling him closer and closer to you. When Daemon spreads your legs open, you started to shiver a little as your body reacts to his, and the tension began to release more. Your hands slowly touch his hips and back, your fingers gripping against his skin leaving marks. "Oh... Yes...," you spoke as your head tilted back moaning. "Ah Y/n," Daemon moaned into your mouth, moving his mouth down your body, and trailing kisses down your neck. He let his fingers brush against your skin, his tongue running over your body, his lips moving down to your breasts. He teased your nipples with his tongue, his voice a deep grumble as he let you know how much he wanted you, how much you made him want you, and how much he missed you. “Oh,” You said, “Yes!” as the tension between you both grew. He was ready and you were ready, and nothing was going to stop either of you.

Your entire body is shaking as you felt Daemon's hands and mouth on you, and you gripped onto the bed sheets tightly. You were left breathless, you panted heavily and sweat is running down your body leaving your body with a glow as one pleasure sensation after another is taking over you. You continued to moan loudly as the tension between you is releasing, and you were finally in your moment of pleasure. "Daemon..." you gasped as Daemon slides deeper inside of you quickening his pace. "Oh, yes..." "Just like that" Daemon moaned into your ear, his voice deep, rough, and hoarse. He let his face sink into the crook of your neck panting against your skin, breathing deeply as he felt your body shake beneath him. His body fit yours perfectly, and once his cock slammed inside of your warm pussy, you seemed to be his entire world. His hips moved quickly back and forth as he drove deeply inside you, his breaths heavy and quick.

Moaning loudly as all the tension is finally released and your body became his all over again. Your hands grab the bed sheet tightly as you feel his hips moving slowly back and forth into you, your own body moving from one pleasure shock to another. Your breathing is becoming heavy and fast, and your whole body shakes as you were reaching your peak of pleasure. Daemon groaned heavily, his body moving faster and faster as his breathing came in heavy, ragged gasps. His thrusts got faster and harder as his body finally reached the release he'd been looking for having grown used to using you instead of his hand or any whores. You were shaking as if you were having a fever as the pleasure took over your body and mind. Your whole body is trembling, your heart beating faster and faster as your breath is becoming a whisper, and your cunt tightened around Daemon's cock as you finally reached your climax.

Daemon moaned loudly as his body let loose of its final tension, his whole body shaking with his release. His breathing was slow but heavy, and his mind focused on his wife's pleasure as his hand ran through your hair as he was still deep inside you. His chest was heaving quickly, and he was exhausted from your lovemaking, but he felt alive. "My love…" he whispered, "Oh… I've missed you…" You were almost speechless as the pleasure was slowly fading and you slowly but finally came back to reality. You looked up at Daemon and saw the way he was looking at you. Your body relaxed in his arms and you smiled as Daemon’s hand ran through your hair and pressed yourself closer to him. "Daemon..." you whispered softly as you looked at him, your breath still heavy and your body still shaking. "Oh... My Daemon..." you giggled softly and then kissed him on the lips tenderly.

Daemon kissed you back lovingly, his body still tingling from the lovemaking. He was still gasping for breath as he let out a sigh of pleasure, his fingers still running through your hair as he smiled. He felt as though he was in heaven, his wife's beautiful body still close to him, your warmth and beauty around him. Daemon caressed your cheek softly, his eyes moving over your face in admiration. You were his light: his fire, his passion, his love. Nothing else mattered in his eyes right now, nothing else had ever mattered to him besides you.

"I've loved you for what feels like a thousand years…And I'll love you for a thousand more my love."

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Character ask game: all numbers for your favorite character!! 👀 Please elaborate as much as you want to! 🤍

Thank you for this opportunity ❤️ Be ready for a very long post because i have things to say about Akashi ! I already answered 2, 5 and 9 here and 23 and 25 here. So for these questions i'll do it with Nijimura instead.

Akashi

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

In short i like him for everything and i dislike nothing about him.

But i'll just take a second to talk about one random thing i like. Bokushi's goal being to protect Oreshi and to stand up for him when he can't do it himself is something I find really touching. Bokushi has helped Oreshi in more ways than one, and yes, he has made some mistakes too, but he is only a teenager and, contrary to what he desperately hopes and thinks he should be, he is not absolute.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

The scene where he attacked Kagami with scissors. It was just a shock scene for shock value and added nothing to the story. Like we know, Akashi is the final boss so he must be intimidating but it really wasn't necessary. Especially because now every anime-only thinks Akashi really intended to cut him when it was clear he knew and saw from the start that Kagami would dodge.

EDIT : My reason for hating this scene was perfectly summed up here so quick edit to add it

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Monkey D Luffy for One piece. For one they are my two favorite characters ever. But also i think Luffy would have an incredibly good influence on Akashi and on his mental health. In a way, meeting Luffy who is literally the center of the world and whose life and every decision actually has an incredible impact on the entire world would be therapeutic for Akashi. It would help him realize that his decision, and his mistakes aren't that important in the grand scheme of things.

They also have a lot in common, they are about the same age and height, their color is red,what's matter the most to them is their friends, they are both captains and have a lot of responsibilities.

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

I sincerely believe that he is on the aroace spectrum, more specifically demiromantic and demisexual (and probably pan too).

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

The nicknames Bokushi and Oreshi, like that's absolutely adorable to give him a nickname depending on the pronoun he uses. And it makes discussions easier because saying 'you know that time when golden-eye-Akashi said to two-red-eyes Akashi-' would get tiring really fast

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

The demonization of mental illness, calling him a psycho, calling him crazy etc. This is both a big misinterpretation of his character and really insulting for real people with mental illness.

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Maybe ? I don't really know, I don't remember my teenage years very well for reasons, so I don't know if our personalities would have been very compatible?

11. Would you date this character?

Big No. He is like 16, I'm almost ten year older. I'd rather adopt him. I don't want kids but i'll make an exception for him, give me the adoption papers. I'll probably be a terrible parent but i'll still do better than Masaomi.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

He gets headaches a lot, it's a consequence of using his emperor eye, plus the overwork. He's often shown only closing one eye in cannon and it's something I usually do when I have headaches, so it fuels my headcanon.

Also think about it, The GoM greatness weakness is that their body can't keep up with their abilities. We've seen what it does to others but we've never seen AKashi get hurt. If the consequence for Akashi is headaches, then it all fits together perfectly.

Look at him and tell me this kid isn't trying really hard to fight a headache while is friends argue right beside him.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

🥰

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

What the kids call "Dark Academia" nowadays

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

NijiAka, in a way Nijimura remind Akashi of his humanity, and allows him to be a normal teenager even if only for a little while. He is the first person to treat Akashi like a normal teenager, the first person Akashi can rely on and look up to. And in return Nijimura believes so much in him.

Nijimura and Midorima were the first characters to notice there was two Akashi. Which shows that he truly paid attention to him and also that Akashi was comfortable enough with him to let his other personality slips sometimes when they were alone together.

The scene in the CD drama where Nijimura decided to treat Akashi to his very first after school snack lives rent free in my head.

I could talk at length about Nijika but I don't want to hijack this post with an essay on Nijika's perfection. I'll talk about it in another post another time.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

AkaKuro, listen Akashi and Kuroko's friendship is so incredibly beautiful and important. I love their bond and it's very precious to me. But i don't like them as a ship at all, because in a way it simplifies and justifies all the trust, care and affection they have for each other with "it's because they are in love".

They don't need to be in love to be so important to each other,, on the contrary the fact that all their love comes from friendship makes it even better.

Being in a relationship, romantic, queer platonic or literally anything else, couldn't top what they have now, it wouldn't improve it, it wouldn't bring anything better to their lives.

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

None, there are two Akashi ships I don't like, AkaKuro and AkaFuri (yes, the two most popular Akashi ships, don't send hate) But I like all his other ships.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Once again Nijimura. But for diversity sake i'll go with Murasakibara instead because i don't talk about them enough. I think their friendship is very underrated and adorable.

Akashi spoils Murasakiabara all the time. He won many competitions at the Teiko school festival and the summer festival, each time he gave all his prizes to Murasakibara. Both times, Murasakibara knew in advance and had no doubt that Akashi would win it all. In official art, Akashi even gave him his Valentine's Day chocolates.

In every situation Murasakibara listen to Akashi and hold his opinion above all else, even his own team and coach.

And remember when Murasakibara was studying with his team in the CD Drama, he started talking about Akashi, his perfect grades, how he taught him his study method and how he created the most delicious snack he ever eat ? (Snack Akashi created because he overheard Murasakibara complaining that a special snack he liked was no longer available so he decided he had to create a new recipe from scratch and prepare it for him.)

Murasakibara opinion of Akashi is extremely important for the latter, Murasakibara's tantrum was what causes Oreshi to switch with Bokushi. After the Winter Cup Murasakibara had an argument with his team and the person he called was Akashi. And when Murasakibara got angry at him, Akashi start to panic and he asked the Uncrowned Kings for help because Murasakibara being upset at him was too much to handle.

In short Akashi clearly has a very big weak spot for Murasakibara and while it seems he has him wrapped around his finger, when you look closely it's obvious the reverse is also true. Murasakibara's loyalty and friendship is a very strong pillar in Akashi's life, they support and complete each other very well.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

His relationship with his father. For very obvious reasons.

But I also think that Masaomi Akashi truly believes that the way he raises Seijuro is what's best for him. If Shiori was still alive, they would have had a chance to be a happy family. He's an emotionally abusive and neglectful father, but I think he really cares about Seijuro and thinks he's raising him in the best way possible.

This, of course, does not excuse any of his actions, he does not deserve to have and raise a child and Seijuro would have every right to cut all ties with him. But just saying Masaomi is just evil is too easy.

I think with time their relationship will improve. They will never truly be father and children, but they could achieve a stable relationship of equals once Akashi is an adult.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I think Akashi needs more than one best friends, but the GoM and Rakuzan as a whole is perfect for him.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to the character? Something you don't like?

Sorry, this is going to sound really vague, but what I like and don't like depends on how the author characterizes him. But I'll be honest with you, since a lot of what I've seen demonizes him and I don't like his two most popular ships, I don't usually read fanfiction about him unless someone recommended it to me.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Shisui Uchiha from Naruto. Two burned out child genius with incredible eyes abilities. Akashi even threatened to gouge out his eyes at some point and Shisui actually did it. They both were very talented and smart from a young age and more and more responsibilities were pushed unto them until it was too much. Also they are the same age (at the end of KnB and when Shisui dies)

26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

I'm just going to use this to write another headcanon. And while all the other things I've written are heavily canon-based, this one is a bit more of an extrapolation, but since I'm interpreting him that way I might as well share it too.

Akashi has some dissociation issues with his own body. What brings it up you might ask. This screenshot is what started this whole train of thoughts for me and it escalate from there.

Notice how he still has long bangs in his head? Of course, he only cut them a few days ago, so maybe he's not used to it yet, but his dissociation from his own body may also play a role here.

I think his relationship with his body is very complicated, the way he act, overwork himself and such, it's like he doesn't sees it as himself but as a toll he has at his disposal, a puppet he can move a will.

Remember how unfazed he was about gouging out his eyes if they lost. Like “if my body is no longer useful, why keep it intact? »

And since I'm talking about how he views his body, he would also avoid mirrors as much as he can, but not for the same reason. I think he looks a lot like his mother and if he ever let his hair grow he could pass off as her, and he probably spends an unhealthy amount of time wondering if his father wouldn't be so distant if looking at him didn't immediately reminded him of his late wife.

Nijimura

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

How dedicated and caring he is,

In his Kuro fes interview he even said the things he is most proud of is his ability to take care of other, and his favorite memory from Teiko was "The second year you guys entered, when we won at the Nationals that would be my last. I was mostly on the bench, but I felt like I passed the baton on, and somehow I was happier than the previous year" He is such a sweetheart, i melt everytime i think about it.

What he like to do in his free time is visiting his father at the hospital, please send help my heart can't handle so much adorableness.

And he was such a great senpai for all the GoM. His smile in Extra game when Kiyoshi showed him the picture of them after their victory, he was so happy to see them friends and close again.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

It's hard to pick one, i have multiple songs i associate with him but none stands out as The First One among them.

Maybe because of the duality of his personality and temper. Like he is caring, devoted and hardworking but he also has an explosive temper and go into fights all the time which is one of the things he want to change about himself.

So i'll go with Anger by Sleeping at Last because it illustrate very well his temper and the way he feels about it.

Also it's one of my favorite song and the one i listened to the most in 2023 and 2024

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Obligatory 'i can't imagine myself with a roommates as i am right now but for the sake of answering let's pretend i can'.

Yes, he is an older sibling and he has great self-discipline so he probably handles household chores very well. And I also like his personality. But he better not come home covered in blood after a fight every week because that would get annoying real quick.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Once again i restricted myself at pictures drawn by Fujimaki-sensei.

Look at him with his rainbow wristband, i bet the GoM gifted it to him

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

It was so long ago that I don't remember it well. But I know I liked him and I vividly remember cheering when he beat Haizaki up for skipping a match and dragged him onto the court to play the second match.

Now he's one of my favorite characters, and he definitely ranks high among my favorites.

#i'm always ready to talk about them so thank you so much for this ask #i tried not to make it too long but it's still pretty long #sorry #akashi seijuro #nijimura shuzo #kuroko's basketball #knb #akashi seijuurou #nijimura shuuzou #kuroko no basuke #ask game #nijiaka #muraaka #kuroko no basket

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The Tarot Sequence - K.D. Edwards

The Last Sun

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When I first started this book, it seemed like exactly the kind of "teen dross" my friend always accuses me of reading. The main character is the most specialist boy who ever did live, he lives in the magical city of Atlantis, and he has glowing orange eyes, and super duper magic powers, and his bodyguard is his bestest friend ever. Almost immediately, I was like... this is not for me.

But then! Then the plot kicked in! It got good, and fast.

I'm pretty sure I guessed who the big bad of the trilogy is like, a couple of chapters in, but I'm super hoping I'm totally wrong, because I'd like to be completely surprised by the ending! I'm also guessing (hoping, praying,) that Max and Quinn get together, because they'd be the cutest couple ever!

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I think this is going to be one of those series I need to buy physical copies of! I've already ordered a special edition of the first in the spin-off series, but the only editions I can find of the original trilogy are paperback. The covers look cool, though, so I might just get the paperbacks.

This one was absolutely as good as the first - it's incredible how the big climactic finale starts like, halfway through the book, and somehow doesn't lose pace, it just continues to build and build, despite being so long! This is an author who can keep you gripped!

I'm absolutely smitten with Max; and I am now just waiting for the revelation that Brand was involved (unwittingly, unknowingly) in the attack on the Sun Court/Rune, which is definitely coming.

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I start the third book in my trash fantasy trilogy... and they're dealing with Covid. Seriously? I read fantasy specifically to escape the real world! It's supposed to be totally believable that the humans discovered Atlantis sixty years ago and fought a massive world-changing war against them, and now Atlantis is in Nantucket. But it would just be too unrealistic if they just didn't mention the pandemic in this unspecified timeline? His boyfriend has burgundy eyes and a metal prosthetic hand with magic powers, but sure, two metres apart. I just want his problems to be like, fantasy problems, not my problems.

Anyway.

So, it did not end the way I thought it would. In fact... it didn't really end at all. It felt like the book had finished, but not the series. He's still got to get the Tower back. He's still got to fulfil his HUGE new prophecy we've just found out about. He still has six of his nine attackers to discover, hunt down, and brutally murder. Is this... not a trilogy? Maybe there are going to be more books?

I was totally wrong about the person who organised the attack on him/his court. From the very first time he was mentioned, I was convinced that Lord Tower had actually orchestrated it all, and was playing the biggest double cross of all time. And then it turns out to be... well... no, I'm not sure? Was it meant to be Lady Time? Or do we still not know? There has got to be more books, because this really didn't explain anything.

My other guess from the first book was that Max and Quinn would get together. It hasn't happened, but the spin-off series is based around them, I believe, so there's time. I'm also so heartbroken that Quinn lost his powers, and I'm hoping he gets them back in the spin-off. Quinn is, easily, hands down, no question, the best character of the series, I absolutely adore him. I cannot, cannot wait to read his book!

Postscript.

Holy shit, I just looked it up and this isn't even nearly a trilogy! There are NINE books planned for the series, what the actual fuck. I thought I was going into a completed series! I can't believe I'm going to have to wait, what? six? ten? years for the series to be finished?! This will not do, I'm obsessed!

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[trashboatprince]

Drabbled idea, crossover style: 10th Doctor and Crowley stand off while Donna and Aziraphale watch

Gosh, I always love writing Ten and Crowley interacting, it's a lot of fun. :D

On with the fic!

--

Donna stared at the two man-shaped beings as one sat on a couch, the other holding a book open in his hands. The third man-shaped being in the room, the one that didn't look like the first two, was gripping his teacup rather tightly, his eyes never leaving that book.

"You can't just tell me that this was made in a workshop! Impossible!" The Doctor shouted, jabbing a finger at an old drawing of the sun, Aziraphale wincing at the hard jabs.

"I am tellin' you, cause it's bloody true!" Crowley shouted back. "I should know, I helped make it!"

"I've seen the thing explode! Hell, I can go back in time right now and watch it get made! I saw that with the Earth! Remember, Donna? It was during our first adventure!"

Donna snorted. "Yeah, I remember. It was right after I found out that my fiance was going to feed me to a giant spider's babies in order to take over the world. On my wedding day."

Aziraphale made a face. "What a terrible way to celebrate your wedding."

"Well, didn't help that I missed the blasted thing cause of him." She gestured at the Doctor, who gasped, putting a hand to his chest.

"Not my fault! You know this! It was the-"

"Yeah, yeah, ancient particles and all that. What the hell are you two even fighting about over there?" Donna asked, raising an eyebrow. "You two were doing just fine all morning, wouldn't shut up about this and that!"

Crowley made a face. "This guy here is telling me that it's impossible for angels to have created the building blocks of the universe. And even more impossible for this former angel, that being me, to have made stars. Specifically the one this planet is circling around."

"It is! I've seen stars be created!" The Doctor threw his hands up in the air and Aziraphale snapped his fingers, the book was now gone, probably back on a shelf or something. "My own people have helped in development on some!"

"That's cause Heaven decided to let some other lifeforms do what we do. It's, ya know, cheaper labor." Crowley said, waving a hand about.

"Cheaper la-!? Next you're going to be telling me that the universe was made only a few thousand years ago!"

Crowley made a weird series of noises that could have been words but Donna didn't catch any of it, not even the TARDIS could translate that string of nonsense. The Doctor stared in shock. "No."

"Yeeeeaaaahhhh... like, it's hard to explain, time is insane when it comes to angels and demons, we've got our own system and all that. Somehow the humans learned about it and now there's some people who really believe that, but it's like, really? Really? Nah. But yeah, to me, over six thousand years, 's not a big deal."

The Doctor looked like he wanted to throw a fit. Donna almost leaned over to ask Aziraphale if he had any popcorn for this show, but he seemed to be on the same wavelength as her, already holding up a bag for her to take a few pieces.

--

I still trust David's judgement on Crowley and Ten being very fast friends, but I just know that they would argue about science. Angel/demon science makes sense! When you're an angel or a demon.

Not really a standoff, but they're about to have a big nerd fight.

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[fandomgirlz01]

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hey, if requests are open, can we pretty please get some Jonathan and Will with a sister/sibling (middle sibling) who is kinda a good balance for both of them? I just would like to see your take on a dynamic like this! Thank you!

I like this concept a lot :) This will be the only thing I write tonight since I'm recovering from surgery.

For days, I could sense the overwhelming weight and sadness taking over my younger brother, his eyes sunken in and a permanent frown etched on his face. I know that he won't come clean that it's about Will, that his whole speech about how El probably feels like an outsider with no one to understand her was just a way for him to communicate how he feels without actually saying it.

But unlike Jonathan, Will doesn't need to actually say anything to me, I just know.

He's never really fit in with anyone, even the group and all of their games over the years. With the Mind-Flayer and the Upsidedown invading Hawkins, making my youngest brother its prime target, it only made him and our family stick out more. He has never been able to go out without people looking at him or itching to ask him questions.

That's why the move to California was possibly the best decision that my mom ever made from us, aside from leaving all of our friends and the rest of our 'group'. It gave all of a chance to start new, gave Will and El a new place to really make a name for themselves outside of our conservative town, but it also let Jonathan and I make new friends and try new things.

"So, do you like it?" Jonathan asks, leaning against his headboard as I let the smoke billow out from between my lips, watching it seep into the air and blow out the window in a moments notice. I cough a bit with a small smile, giving him a stern nod. "Good, Argyle got it from his guy last week and then totally forgot to give it to me." He snorts, taking a hit off the bong with a doped out smile and hazy eyes.

"So," I pause, flopping back down onto the bed as I watch the fan spin back and forth, "you gotta stop giving Will dating advice." I huff, giving him a pointed look as he scoffs, holding his hands up in feigned offense.

"My dating advice is great!" He shakes his head, brows firmly pulled together in an attempt to make himself believe his words but he can't be any further from the truth. It's an unspoken rule in this household to not come outright and talk about Will's struggles with sexuality and who he likes. It's already confusing for him to think about let alone talk about so we've steered pretty clear of talking about it when he's upset.

But lately Jonathan keeps trying to play match-maker and get him out in the world which, if he could have a successful relationship, I'd appreciate the thought. But given his weird relationship with Nancy, I don't trust a word of advice that comes out of his mouth.

I say that with all the love and respect in the world.

"You guys play for different teams! It doesn't help when you're giving him tips on how to woo people and you use the words 'boobs' every other sentence." My head tilts with a deadpanned smile, giving him somewhat of a condescending look that he calls 'the Joyce'.

"That's fair- alright." He sighs, his eyes fluttering shut as he pulls the bong up to his lips once more, lighting it and taking a deep breath before going to argue once more. "But-"

"Mike's ignoring my calls." His rebuttal is cut short by Will storming into Jonathan's room, red in the face and angry tears lining his lashline. Immediately, I sit up, sobering up quickly as I'm filled with unadulterated rage.

"Is he answering El-" I start but he cuts me off with a scoff.

"Of course he is." He huffs, his hands hitting his sides after he throws them up in the air, his hair falling in his eyes as he looks down at the ground and I can practically hear his heart pound out of anxiety from ten feet away.

"Then he's a dick- ignore him bubs, come take part in the illegal with us!" I laugh, trying to turn the tension to laughter but he just shakes his head, ignoring my comment all together.

"I just don't understand how he could just be my best friend for all of those years and then get a girlfriend and drop only me and not any of the rest of them." His voice quivers, eyes looking to me for support but I just frown deeply, my shoulders deflating in disappointment that he has to deal with this at such a young age.

"If he cares enough to talk to El and not you, when you're the same distance away, then maybe it's not worth it. Mike's always been kind of an airhead dude- I always liked Dustin more." Jonathan laughs, pointing a finger at our younger brother as he finally cracks a half smile, stepping towards the bed as I pat the spot beside me.

"C'mere." I whisper, wrapping my arm around Will as he slides down onto the bed, turning into a bundle of mush the minute I side hug him. "I know that it upsets you that he doesn't care- or it seems like he doesn't care- but remember that you're way more in touch with your feelings than he is." I look down at him, brushing his bangs from his face as he nods, not completely believing me but he stays quiet and lets me continue. "You're not a dumb boy like he is. So maybe just drop him for a bit, spend more time with us and less time worrying about what he's doing and who he's talking to." I offer and he nods, his eyes a bit more brighter than they were before and I can hear the words 'hard to get' playing over and over in his mind. Make him work for it, Will.

"Sounds like you're giving dating advice." Jonathan snorts, pulling the marijuana away from his lips as his eyes widen in accidental embarrassment. "Shit, sorry man, that wasn't a joke or anything-"

"Boy advice is boy advice whether it's a friend or not a friend." I cut him off, quieting his high rant as quickly as it can come out before looking to our brother, rubbing his back gently. "You gotta be a good friend before you can be a good boyfriend or girlfriend so this all applies, got it?" I ask, my eyes flickering back and forth between his as he smiles sadly, giving me a simple nod.

"Got it."

"Now lay here and get the second hand smoke, we'll take care of you." I laugh, forcing him to lay down as his eyes flutter shut, his back hitting the mattress moments later as he takes a deep breath.

"I don't trust you guys." He whispers, looking at me specifically and I gasp, looking to Jonathan for support but he just snorts and sends our brother a wink.

"You shouldn't."

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[umlewis]

lewis hamilton, p3, during the post-race press conference, canada - june 18, 2023 (transcription under the cut)

Interviewer: "Lewis, coming to you now. Very well done, your third podium of 2023, your second in a row. How much satisfaction did this afternoon give you?" Lewis: "It's been a great weekend. Very difficult, with the conditions, but yeah, loving being in the car, with the car now in a better window and a bit more in the right track, and for us to be up there having battles with Fernando in the Aston, and being just on the second row, has been great, and to be on the podium two races in a row is really fantastic for us. We were also running fourth in Moanco, so we're definitely getting closer. It's gonna be a battle of development, I guess, over the rest of the season. I reckon Max's team are already working on next year's car, so we need to take our eye a little bit off the ball and focus on next year also, but yeah, happy to be up there." Interviewer: "Tell us a little bit more about your battle with Fernando. Having followed the Aston up close for so many laps, where were the differences in your cars?" Lewis: "Lower speed rear end. His rear end… I got to experience being behind Max, and his rear is very strong. [laughs] His rear end doesn't move and he pulls ten car lengths, probably, on me just coming out of the corners. But I think Fernando's very, very strong on the brakes and particularly very, very quick through turn ten and turn two. Those places, he was taking huge chunks out of me." Interviewer: "Alright. Very well done to you." [time jump] Journalist: "Jesús Balseiro, Diario AS. Question for the three of you: What's the feeling when you share a flat-out race together, the only three world champions on this grid, especially because the three of you haven't had a fight together for the last ten years; or maybe Max and Fernando, never. What are you feeling during this kind of race?" Lewis: "Not much more to add, but I agree with Fernando. It's just a privilege to be up here, fighting with these two who have done incredible in their careers, and this is quite an iconic top three. I don't know if there's been a top three like this ever before. I don't believe there has. But yeah, so hopefully there will be more, and I hope… As Fernando said, there's a lot of respect between us as we're able to race so closely and trust in one another, so I'm really hoping at some stage we have a more level playing field in our cars and then we're having much more exciting race, I think, in future." [time jump] Journalist: "A question for Lewis. Stu Cowan, Montreal Gazette. With Red Bull winning every race so far this season, Lewis, does a sense of frustration set in that you simply can't catch Max in the car that he's driving?" Lewis: "I'm beyond frustration… It's not a frustration anymore, if it ever was. [laughs] You know how it is, and you know what you're faced with, and there's nothing I can do about their amazing performance. It's likely that they will win every race moving forwards this year, unless the Astons and us put a lot more performance on the cars or their car doesn't finish, but yeah, it's not easy with the regulations to find the amount of performance that they have, advantage-wise. They've got to be thirty points up on us in certain points through the lap, and yeah, we've got some work to do, but… It's not as frustrating. As I said, I look forward to… I'm happy to firstly be back in the mix, and I'm just hoping at some stage we can have a little bit more level so we can get back to some of the good races we had back in 2021, and to have all three of us in a super tight battle would be sick."

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[justimagineok]

the hate effect || knj || archive 4

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Recommended song: lonely by RM

“In a moment of eternity

It's neatly packed here

I hate this hotel room

I'm floating alone

This loud horn

As wide as the narrowed room

I'm trapped in myself”

"Day 10957.

I am fine. Being a famous and successful idol helps a lot to have pleasant mornings. I opened my window, stretched and exercised before heading to Hybe. Exercising helps keep my mind focused. Lately, it's been one of the few things that help me stay sane. Make no mistake, I love being who I am and working with what I work with, but... sometimes I miss it. Lack of freedom. It's like a phantom limb. I want trivial things with the freedom that I had but that I can't accomplish, but again, don't be fooled. I don't want your pity. I didn't ask for it. I’m fine.

I am fine.

Lately, the days have been looking the same. It's been a long time since the days have looked the same, actually. Now that we've taken some time off as a group to focus on personal projects, I've been feeling more... lonely? Loneliness is a normal feeling, so I don't mind sharing it with you that I feel it.

I have this feeling in me sometimes, like something is missing, like it's not complete. Maybe I'm depressed.

I feel bad for having such a comfortable life and being so... apathetic. But what can I do? Life is like this. Good and bad days. A repetition of the same days, on a ridiculous Ferris wheel that never, ever stops. Not even when we're already sick on our stomach.

Sometimes I get tired of this fucking Ferris wheel. But I keep going round and round and round.

I believe that we all live in a kind of Ferris wheel. The one for some is small, with little view and on a tight stool, which is in danger of falling off at any moment. Others live in a bigger one, with a view of the whole world, like mine. From here we see the most beautiful places, the funniest people, but we also see all the dirt, falsehood and stupidity. Some join other people's Ferris wheel, so they are no longer alone and other people, like me, have people on their own Ferris wheel, shouting words of encouragement at me. But I'm alone on this one.

I am tired.

And I'm fucking lonely.

I hoped today was just another morning, just another day in the thousands of days I've lived, but it seems that today has also become my day one.

Bang PD mentioned something about a new head of makeup, but he never said any names. If he did, I would recognize her name right away. I would recognize her with my eyes closed.

I couldn't contain myself and ended up saying YN's name as soon as I saw her, but I thought my voice would come out stronger. Why did I speak like that? It came out as a whisper. Like a shy confession. I thought she didn't even hear me, but she did. I wanted to know why she pretended not to know me, but I won't ask.

What is she doing here? After all these years... what is she doing here? Did she come after me? Did she miss me? Has she forgiven me? Is there still something to forgive?

No. I am professional. I can't believe I'm thinking about this. She hasn't shown any signs of being impressed to see me, so why am I reacting like this?

Learn your place, Kim Namjoon, come on. Put your shit together.

But what is this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach? It's not my usual boring Ferris wheel sickness. It's something different. I still can't say if it's good or bad, but it's... different.

She is as beautiful as she was back then. I wonder if her smile is still capable of brightening up a morning, like it did with my mornings.

I don't know... I feel like there's something different. I wanted to understand this feeling like I've seen her every day for the last ten years... When I saw YN that day, it wasn't as a surprise, but as a confirmation of something I've been thinking about all this time. A dream materialized right in front of me. The word 'dream' is dangerous. I must use it more carefully.

But what other word could you use to describe her?"

“I tried a million times to let you go

So many memories are on the floor

And now I hate the cities I don't belong

Just wanna go back home “

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[hauntedadagium]

At 27 I lost a grandmother.

At 28 I lost a grandmother.

At 29 I lost my dad.

He was 60.

I lost a part of myself along with him, y'know. A person that should have been with us for another 30 years. Lived to see grandchildren. Basked in the love of all the people he touched.

I've never known someone with the light he had. The enthusiasm, excitement, humour, sincerity. He had it all.

I have my mom. But it's not the same. She's not the same. Not even when he was alive. She never took an interest in my sister or I once we moved out. I love her, she's my mom, but I feel like I lost the parent that actually parented me. The last remaining figure who really cared for me. Someone I grew up with. Who raised me. Who encouraged me and supported me when nobody else did. Who believed in me.

Now the only reason I see her is if she needs something from me.

I saw my dad almost every day, or every other day, for ten years after I left home. We laughed together. Learned together. The family was better together.

Now we've fallen apart.

In January, one of my best friends lost her mom. She's 30.

Today, one of my best friends told me her mom's dying. She's 30.

I faced a lot of feelings when I cried in her arms today. We both did. Something that can't be shared by people who just don't get it. I was fortunate to have a parent who loved and raised me like my dad did. But losing him?

The old me died too.

Death has become an inasive feature of my life and I can't escape it.

Since 2019 there has been a string of traumatic events that have moulded me into someone I don't like anymore.

I fought my eating disorder for ten years, and now I'm recovered/in recovery, I hate it. Like the last piece of control I had over my life disintergrated. I hate being weight restored. I hate being healthy. I hate the way I look. I hate not having control, and it's making me want to relapse.

I'm tired, y'know. Tired of hating myself. Tired of letting go of people I care about. Tired that I let go the one thing I could control.

Everything triggers me. People online. Friends. Strangers in the street. And I get sick to my stomach, like I can't be good enough, valuable enough, worthy enough if I'm not like them.

I'm not likeable. I'm not attractive. I'm not a good friend.

I'm a burden. I'm useless. I'm ugly.

My heart is just... dust.

The motivation to be the best I can be, to make the most of my life, to face my trauma head on... the motivation to live.

It's gone.

I'm ungrateful. I've been given a body, a chance at life. I'm not supposed to care what I look like. I should care about who I am.

But I don't even like that anymore.

Grief has become a shadow that looms constantly. It's dark. It's lonely. It's heavy. It's inevitable. Something that cannot be erased.

I wish I could properly express the sheer weight, the soul-destroying, gut-wrenching, knife in your chest pain that comes with this.

But I just express it with silence. Like you're expected to, y'know.

People forget.

People have already forgotten.

About him. About me. About grief.

Oh how lovely it would be...

to forget.

#personal #tw:death #just getting this outta my head

[rynwayfarer]

A Letter from the Past/Dear Little Me

Hello my friend, It has been a while since we talked, How are you doing, Is your life going well?

We have come quite a ways, From when we were young, Quietly watching, Quietly alone.

I wonder if you are, Looking back on, These tiresome days, Do you miss them?

I'm sure that things, Have changed for you, Much more than, For myself.

Are you happy now? Or are your days, Bitter with tears? Have you found some one you love?

If so, I'm happy for you, I pray that they are good to you, That they treat you kind, And throw a few jabs now and then.

If not, don't fret, You will find them, They may be under your nose, Waiting for you to see them.

Where ever you are, I hope you are well, I hope you keep moving, Forward, always forward.

I look forward, To the day we meet, For surely we will, It is our fate.

But when I get there, Please look back, And remember where we've been, Remember me as I am now.

For these years, Must have changed you, Ten years will do that to a person. Best wishes,

You from ten years ago.

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Dear Little Me,

I can't believe it's already been ten years since you wrote to me. I finally got your letter. 

You know its funny, I always thought you had written a lot more, but I suppose you didn't really know what to ask back then. You did ask me some things of course, about love, about happiness, and if I missed the days you are living now.

To each and every one of them I can confidently answer yes; and no.

I did find love, a couple times, though I only asked one of them. And through them I learned what love truly felt like with no strings attached, no thorns, just someone who truly cared for me. They had a big heart, but they only had room for one person to love, and when they visited their old friend, well, I let them go because I loved them.

I also learned to love myself more. I know you probably think that's sappy an just a thing people say, but it's so important; and its a hard lesson to learn. I also learned that my way of loving is a bit different. I prefer companionship over the love you'd find on TV. A bit more on that later.

All that said, I also haven't found the love you asked me about. Right now I'm on my own, and for the time being, that's okay. I'm sure they are right under my nose like you said, but my heart is still freshly sore and not yet ready to try again. But when it is, I'm sure I'll find the one for me next time.

Like love I did find happiness too, I find myself happy with where I live, and the people I call my friends, and the artwork I do. But more than just happiness I found my other emotions too. 

I found anger for those that do wrong by me and those I care about, and those that think its right to hurt others. I found sadness in the distance between myself and those I love, and the relentless passing of time. I found joy in the games I play with my friends, the walks I take in the woods, and the music I listen to as I walk home from work. I found envy for what I don't have, fear of the future, disgust at the unjust.

I've laughed harder, screamed louder, cried longer. I've felt the world that used to make me numb, and all of it, the good and the bad, is wonderful.

You asked me if I missed the days you live in now. Or the ones you will live from here out. And sometimes I do. I miss the simplicity of our life, though I'm sure you would tell me our life was anything but simple; and you wouldn't be wrong. But we had a routine, we didn't need to worry about rent, or taxes, or crazy corporate overlords. Though I have no doubt those are coming up soon. You're almost in college after all. I miss the places that used to be so familiar to me. The streets I could walk blindfolded. The infinitely small town, which is not so small any more.

But I also like where I am now. I talk to our brother more, our other siblings too. We're seeing a concert next month. I have roommates I like. I still have my friends from high school, well some of them at least. I also have friends all over the world. People so far from me that seeing them feels like a pipe dream, and yet we're pretty close. And I have met one of them. You'd cringe so hard if you knew where I work, but I love the people I work with and it makes it bearable. I love that I have the freedom to do what I want, if I want, and I get to sleep in on my days off. So I do like where I am now for the most part.

You also talked about change, and boy have we changed in the last 10 years. Or rather I'm mostly the same but I understand things better than when I was you. I learned to fight for what I believe in, and speak my mind, and I'm much more outspoken. It makes me come off a bit brash, but I've found people who appreciate that side of me. I learned that I'm Asexual, which likely isn't a term you've found yet, but its exactly what you've been telling people all along, you just didn't know it yet. I started taking some meds, they make me not hate myself when I look in the mirror. I'm sure you'll be looking forward to that, though it does require patience. Which I know you have, but it will still take a lot of it. I have plants! I know you think you have a black thumb but honestly, we're doing okay with them. I did cosplay! I bet you think I'm crazy for it, but it was fun to try. I've had a couple of those "Just Jump" moments, and all of them were scary, and all of them were worth it. And I've kept moving forward just as you said I should.

10 years. From where I'm standing it seems so short, though I know you will have trouble perceiving it from your end. The journey was good. It was worthwhile. I'll see you when you get here.

Love: The Future

PS: To the me 10 years from now. It's my turn to ask questions. First and foremost I hope you're doing well, and I hope you'll tell me about yourself. Did we make it? Was it hard? Did we stumble? Did we get back up again? How's the weather? Are you still playing games? Are our friends still around? Are you still living in the same place? Are our siblings good? How about our parents? What are your hopes and dreams? I'll be there soon I'm sure, and you can tell me all about it.

#ryn wayfarer #transgender #asexual #time capsule #letter

[pumpkichia]

Patience

Hunk and Lance groan as they return from their mission to obtain the yellow lion. Now, the entirety of the group was in the main command room of the Castle of Lions.

"Did we find the red lion yet?" asks Shiro. "Allura just located it. There's a bit of good news and bad news." Ceran says, scratching his head. "The good news is, the Red Lion's nearby. The bad news is, it's on board that Galra ship now orbiting Arus, which is the planet we're on."

"They're here already?" Shiro exclaims. "Yes. I guess my calculations were a bit off." replies Ceran. Suddenly, the monitor of the control panel in the middle of the room switches on.

"Princess Allura, this is Commander Sendak of the Galra Empire." says the person on the monitor. He looked very purple, almost cat-like. "I came on behalf of the Emperor Zarkon, Lord of the Known Universe. I am here to confiscate the lions. Turn them over to me, or I will destroy your planet." the monitor shuts off. Everyone in the room remains still, stunned because of what just happened.

"Sendak. I know that name. Alex is on that ship." Says Shiro. "Who's Alex?" Allura asks. "Shiro's sister." Keith responds.

"All right everyone, let's not panic." Ceran demands. "Not panic? The scary purple alien thing is driving his battleship towards us. We only have three working lions, and a castle that's like ten thousand years old." cries Hunk.

"Wait! This castle has a particle barrier we can activate." Princess Allura says, rushing to the control panel.

"Girl, you've already activated my particle barrie-" Lance says smugly. "Lance!" Shiro smacks Lance upside the head.

"The particle barrier won't hold Sendak's ion cannon forever." Ceran says. "The Galra technology must have advanced since we fought them last." Ceran furrowed his eyebrows.

"We've just gotta figure out our plan of action, and figure it out quickly." Shiro states.

"I say we pop through a wormhole and live to fight another day." Says lance with a smirk on his face. "I second that. Yes. We tried to find all the lions, right?" Hunk says in a rant like tone. "We gave it the old college try. Couldn't do it. We only have three. We can't form Voltron."

"I mean, I guess we could from a snake? Or a worm! To go through that hole, Lance that you were talking about." Hunk waves his arms in the air to resemble a worm. "It's settled then. Allura, you ride with me. One of you take the alien guy." Lance points towards Ceran, as he squints angrily at Lance.

"We can't just abandon Arus. The Galra will keep destroying planets and capturing prisoners until we stop them." says Pidge, going against Lance and Hunk's idea.

"Okay. If we run, then maybe Sendak will follow us and leave this planet alone, like when we left Earth." Hunk says in a matter-of-fact tone. "We form the snake-worm thingamajig and we-- [hisses] out of here."

"Sendak could destroy the planet then come after us anyway." Keith rationalizes. "Staying is our only option."

"Here's an option: shut your quiznak." Lance says with attitude.

"I don't think you're using that word correctly." Keith scowls. "What do you know, Mullet?" Lance yells, leaning closer to Keith. "We're staying." yells Keith, opposing Lance. "Leaving." yells Lance. "Staying!" yells Pidge, jumping into the argument. "Snake!" yells Hunk, not sure what to make of the situation.

"Guys. Stop!" shouts Shiro, getting in the middle of the opposing sides. "Princess Allura, these are your lions. You've delt with the Galra Empire before. You know what we're facing better than any of us. I believe we should stay, but ultimately it's your decision. What do you think is the best course of action?"

"You five paladins were brought here for a reason." Allura says passionately. "The Voltron Lions are meant to be piloted by you and you alone. We must fight and keep fighting until we defeat Zarkon. It is our destiny. Voltron is the universe's only hope. We are the universe's only hope."

"We're with you, Princess." Shiro says, following Allura's lead into another room. Soon, the paladins were ready and dressed in traditional paladin armor. Each one of them, other than Shiro is given a Bayard, the traditional weapon of the Paladins of Voltron, which takes a distinct shape for each paladin. Shiro's Bayard was lost with it's paladin.

"Our main priority is the Red Lion. However, I do sympathize for you and your sister. Do you know where she is located on the ship?" Allura says, pulling up a diagram of the ship. "Last time I was with her, we were being operated on in the laboratory by the druids." Shiro says, trying to recall his past.

"Okay, Keith focus on the red lion, while Shiro goes after his sister. Pidge will keep lookout and guard the green lion." Allura orders.

"That's a pretty big ship. How are we gonna know where the Red Lion is?" Keith asks.

"It's not a matter of "we." It's a matter of "you."" says Pidge, crossing her arms. "Pidge is right. Once you get in, you'll be able to feel its presence and like track it down." Hunk says.

"Yeah. You know how you felt that crazy energy while we were in the desert?" Lance says.

"Yeah, you made fun of me for that." Keith scoffs. "And I'm proud of that, but turns out it's exactly like that mumbo-jumbo." Lance says as he crosses his arms.

"Keith, remember, the Red Lion is extremely temperamental. You'll have to earn it's respect." Allura states. Keith nods and Shiro puts his hand on Keith's shoulder. "All right. Here's our plan of attack."

"The Galra empire knows about the Blue and Yellow Lions, but they don't know we have the Green Lion, too." Shiro states. "Hunk, Lance, you'll act as a decoy by pretending to give yourselves up. While Sendak is distracted, Keith, Pidge, and I will sneak onto the ship in the Green Lion. Keith will find the Red Lion, while I find Alex and Pidge guards our exit. Hunk, Lance, find some way to take down that ion cannon."

---At the Galra Ship---

---Keith's POV---

Pidge uses her Bayard to make a hole wide enough for a person to pass through on Sendak's ship. First Shiro goes through, then me, then Pidge. "Pidge what's your eta?" asks Lance through his helmet. We're lucky that our helmets have a sort of intercom built into them that allows for us paladins to talk back and forth. "We're in." Pidge whispers.

We seemed to have broken into some sort of hallway. "I remember this place, I've been here before. This way." Shiro says, leading me and Pidge towards the direction of the laboratory and hopefully the Red Lion. "After I was taken by the Galra cruiser off Kerberos, they brought us here." says Shiro.

"So, that means your other crew members, they might be held captive here. We… We've got to rescue them." Pidge says, a spark of hope in her voice.

"Pidge, we don't have time. We have to get the Red Lion and Alex and get back to Arus." Shiro grunts.

"But we can't just leave prisoners here!" Pidge exclaims.

"Look, no one understands that more than me, but, in war, we have to make hard choices." Shiro states, clearly distraught by his decision. "Now, let's get moving."

"No! Commander Holt is my father. He and my brother were the ones on the Kerberos Mission with you." Pidge exclaims, on the brink of tears. "Commander Holt is your father?" asks Shiro.

"Yes. I've been searching everywhere for him and my brother. And I'm not going to give up looking when I'm this close. I won't!" Pidge turns around, ready to leave to go find her family.

"I'm coming with you." Shiro says after thinking for a minute. "What?" I ask, shocked. What about Alex?

"I remember where the prisoners are held. Keith, you go find Alex and the Red Lion." Shiro orders. "By myself? What about Alex." I ask. Of all times, he has to leave right now?

"Minor change of plans. You'll be fine. Down this hallway to the right should be the laboratory. Just remember, patience yields focus." Shiro gives me the backpack with an airtight helmet and clothes for Alex. "So-" Shiro gets interrupted by noise and light beaming down the hallway. "Run!" whispers Shiro.

I dash in the opposite direction from Shiro and Pidge, putting the backpack on. It should be down this hallway and to the right. I take the first right near the end of the hallway. It should be one of these rooms, right?

"Come on… come on…" I whisper to myself. The first room on the left looked like a laboratory, a reclined chair was in the middle of the room. To the right of the chair was a monitor and what looked like a doctor's station with syringes and scalpels and all kinds of tools laid out. Alex wasn't in there though. So I move onto the next room on the right.

"Shit!" I whisper as a hooded figure moves along the glass door of the second room. I peeked my head out to check if Alex was in there. It looked like a bunch of holding cells, cages, with alien individuals huddled on the inside. Although, it didn't look like she was in there, I could never be too sure. There was a lot of people in those cages. I rush to the next room on the left.

The third room was very dark on the inside, with a slight green glow radiating off a water tank. Fuck there's only one room left. If she's not in there, I bet she might be in the room with the cages. The last room on the right looked like a hospital operating room. And there on the operating table laid Alex.

"Alex." I whispered, creeping into the room, making sure there was no one else inside. It seemed empty, only Alex and I. I stood up and rushed to the operating table, she was restrained down, unable to move. It looked like she was hooked up to an IV bag filled with black fluid flowing into her right arm. The veins on her right arm had turned black up to her elbow. I quickly take out the IV catheter, the needle slowly ejecting from her skin. Her eyes flutter open.

"Alex. Hold on, I'm getting you out of here." I say, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Keith? Are you real this time?" She asks, lifting her head. This time? Does that mean-

"Yes. Hold on." I say, grabbing my knife from the scabbard tied around my waist. I quickly cut the restraints located at her ankles, her arms, and her waist. "Can you stand?" I quickly ask.

"I think so…" She says, propping herself up in a sitting position, stroking her wrist from where the restraints sat tightly. I offer her my hand and she takes it, twisting her body to face me. She hops down from the operating table which was high off the ground, stumbling in the process.

"Woah, I got you." I say, grabbing her waist to prevent her from falling over.

"I'm okay. I can walk." She says looking at me, smiling. She always plays the tough guy act around everyone. I wonder why. I let go of her hand and waist.

"Here." I say, reaching for the backpack. "There's some clothes in there and a helmet so you can breathe oxygen when we get outta here." I say, handing over the backpack.

"Thanks…" She says, staring at me. I stare back. "… Could you turn around?" She asks.

"Yeah, of course." I reply, turning around. God, I'm such a fucking idiot. About a minute later, she was dressed, a nice replacement from the tattered clothes she had before.

"We have to find the Red Lion now, so be careful and follow me." I say. "Red Lion? Like from Voltron?" she asks. "You know about Voltron?" I ask.

"Well, more or less, I've heard people talk while I've been here." whispers Alex, following me out to the hallway. Her hair changed from being short and fully black to having white on the underside of her hair and being semi-long. She peeks down the hallway, tilting her head. Her hair falls away from her neck, exposing a barcode on the right side of her neck. I assume Shiro has the same one, as that wasn't there before she left for Kerberos.

"Down this hallway?" She asks, giving the all clear signal. I nod, as I take the lead and run down the hallway. It leads to a fork in the road. I take a left, as I hear footsteps on the right path of the hallway, Alex following closely behind. It leads to another fork in the road, so I take another left, and I go straight, then take another left, and I end up in the same place as before.

"Ughh." I groan. "You've gotta be kidding me!" I say, as Alex grabs my shoulder. "Focus." she says, as I remember what Shiro had said to me a million times before. "Patience yields focus." I say, closing my eyes. I feel in my mind that the Red lion is close behind me. "Gotcha." I smile as I turn to run down the hallway behind me.

#voltron #voltron fanfic #voltron fandom #lance mcclain #keith kogane #pidge gunderson #takashi shirogane #vld #voltron legendary defender #shiro #hunk garrett #pidge holt #allura #princess allura #fanfic

[ajokeformur-ray]

Hey, there! I hope you don’t mind, but here’s a few questions from the ask game🤭💜☺️ Can you please do Blizzard, December, Chanukah, Hailstone, Hot chocolate, Polar, Snow, and Mulled wine for the ask game 🥺 No pressure, of course! I hope you have a great day❤️☺️🫂

Heyyy ~ ❤️ I never mind!! Okay, I answered two of them already:

Blizzard & Hailstone

December - do you have any irrational fears?

I don't believe that any fear is irrational. If you think about it hard enough, any reason to be scared of something is reasonable because we all experience the world differently. Fear protects us, it keeps us alive - to an extent. Sometimes it's detrimental, but it comes largely from the part of us that loves us and is invested in our health and safety. On the other hand, I have a phobia of water splashing back on me at work and getting into my hair. So I always stand back at least an arms' length away when I'm sorting out the chemicals I'm using all day. I work with strong chemicals - corrosives, irritants, bleaches, powders, etc., which would melt my hair right off if it ever got into my hair. If I think water splashes back, I spend the next five to ten minutes worrying so intensely about my hair that I get a psychosomatic burning across my scalp. I'll go look in the nearest mirror to make sure there's no wet patch, I'll be dabbing at the spot with my wrist to alleviate the itch, I'll ask coworkers if there's anything there. There's never anything there, I'm very careful, but I fear it all the same. And this illustrates my point - to you, that precaution of me literally jumping away from running water/leaning back when using chemicals/getting very anxious about splash back may sound silly (and that's okay), but to me, it's a very reasonable thing to be scared of. Fear, like everything in life, is subjective. And I don't think it's ever irrational - there's always a reason someone is scared. Fear in itself is a survival mechanism we've used to keep us alive for millennia. What was it the 12th Doctor once said? "Fear is your friend - it is a superpower".🥺❤️

Chanukah - who would you want to play you in a movie of your life?

Hmm... I don't know. Maybe Maya Hawke? She'd capture the awkward social skills quite well and the tendency to ramble. I can't really think of anyone.

Hot chocolate - how would you like to be remembered?

As someone who loved hard, tried her best, and lived her life inside her head.❤️

Polar – would you rather be twice as smart or twice as happy?

Hmmm... this feels like one of those 'trick' questions where there's a massive downside which isn't considered when initially answering. So I'll cop out - I'll stay just as I am, but not living with my parents. That'd fix me, and I'm not joking. Because I'm at my happiest when I'm away from them.

Snow – what fictional character reminds you most of yourself?

I don't wanna say who I'm thinking of because that'll feel like poking a wasp's nest.😂

Mulled wine - do you speak any other languages?

Unfortunately, no. I tried teaching myself Japanese and Korean a few years back, and the most I can remember is the odd word here or there.

Thank you for the questions!!!❤️

[haunted-plush]

Shower Me With Kisses

A KyMarried au fic (nsfw)

(about 2k words)

"Meow?"

"Teehee, no, it's not for you, kitty. I already fed you, silly boy."

Eric looked down and the black and white fluffball winding around his legs as he stood at the stove browning the ground beef in a pan. He went over to give the spaghetti a stir in the pot so they wouldn't stick together or to the sides, and went back to tending to the meat.

He glanced over at the clock and frowned. It was 6:42, far past the time his husband should've been home. He sighed exasperatedly and wiped his hands on his apron, making his way over to the pantry to get spices for the beef.

While he was seasoning it, the timer went off and he took the pot off the stove, putting the noodles into the strainer and turning off both burners he was using. 

The spaghetti, meat, and red sauce all went into the pot, making a delicious meal more than enough for two. But it looked like Eric would be eating it alone.

He scooped it into a nice big bowl for himself and sat down, no need to get another one. He decided to give it a few more minutes and pulled out his phone.

Five minutes went by.

Then it was ten.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

Eric's stomach growled, and he sighed and dug into the spaghetti. It was delicious. He ate in silence, watching a youtube video on his phone. When he finished, he put his dishes in the dishwasher. He started at the pot in disappointment for a moment before putting the leftovers in containers in the fridge and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. He ran the load, and went to the living room, his three cats following behind.

It was even later when Eric heard the apartment door open, not even bothering to look up from his book. He could tell by the smell alone that Kyle had been to the gym. When he walked past without giving him a kiss on the cheek or even a verbal greeting, he growled under his breath and slammed his book shut.

He got up off the couch and stormed over to the bathroom, almost tripping over his husband's gym bag laying in the doorway.

He stood there with his arms crossed, staring at Kyle, who was wordlessly undressing, until he finally looked up and noticed Eric.

"What?"

"You knew I was making spaghetti tonight. You were going to be there."

Kyle sighed.

"It was a long frustrating day at work, and I went to the gym to blow off some steam. I'm sorry you were left alone tonight."

"I didn't even see you this morning! You were gone before I was awake! Which is rare, since I'm the one who feeds the cats."

"Like I said, it was a long and tiring day."

Kyle went back to taking off his clothes, leaving them in a sweaty heap on the floor, and Eric advanced physically and verbally.

"Did you even fucking eat?"

Kyle responded without looking up.

"I finished the bag of beef jerky in my car and I got a post workout drink from the vending machine."

This was apparently too much for Eric, who snapped back even angrier.

"Well I hope you fucking enjoy heating up those leftovers for lunch tomorrow. I'm not making you dinner only for you to not eat it and make you lunch also. Maybe I should just stop expecting to see you altogether, huh? I can't believe the first thing you do when you come home late is run for the shower without so much as a word."

"Dammit, Eric, why are you so bitchy? It was one day, calm down. I'll see you tomorrow morning, and in the evening. But right now I'm hot, and I'm sweaty, and I want a hot shower."

Eric stood there with his arms crossed, pouting. He muttered something under his breath, which Kyle heard.

"Fuck did you say?"

"Nothing."

"No, you're mumbling something. What was it? Don't be a child, Eric."

"It's just that you're always too tired or too busy these days to… to…" 

It started as a yell, but puttered out by the end to flustered stuttering. 

Kyle looked up and put his hand on his husband's shoulder.

"To… have sex?"

"Do you have to be so blunt about it!?"

"We've literally been married for over a year now, but okay…"

The smaller man sighed.

"I'm sorry, I don't actually care. It's just… we haven't been able to find time to be intimate together in weeks. A month, maybe. I guess today was the straw that broke the camel's back."

Neither of them said anything for a moment before the redhead spoke up.

"Then let's do it right now."

"What?"

"Right now. Come and shower with me."

Eric had snapped his gaze over to meet Kyle's, and he looked into his eyes for a moment.

"Yeah… yeah, that sounds great, Kahl."

The taller man chuckled.

"What, you're using my first name? No 'sweetheart', no 'babe', no nothing?"

Eric laughed cutely.

"I'm still a bit mad at you."

Kyle rolled his eyes and started pulling off his husband's top.

"Whatever, just get in here."

Their clothes were left in unorganized piles on the floor, black and pink lumps mixed together. Kyle turned on the water and stepped under, not caring that for the moment the water was freezing.

He held out his hand and Eric took it, tentatively stepping in with him, trying to avoid the spray until it heated up at least some. 

The water soon turned hot and Eric wrapped his arms around Kyle's shoulders.

"Mmm, that feels good."

"Heh, it feels even better for me. I'm all gross and sweaty remember?"

"That's hot."

Kyle threw his head back and laughed at Eric's remark, which he made without missing a beat.

"And this isn't hot?"

Kyle's hands went around Eric's waist, and one of them slowly trailed down to his ass, which he squeezed gently. 

Eric whimpered slightly.

"Fuck, it's been too long…" he whispered.

Kyle smiled devilishly.

"I'll make it extra good then."

The steam had begun to fog up the glass door and the mirror, and there were faint white clouds filling the whole room's atmosphere.

Eric put his face into his husband's chest and hugged him as close as he could.

"Oh please do."

Kyle stuffed his nose into Eric's wet brown hair, groping his ass with one hand and his rolls with the other.

"Heh, you're needier than I thought. You want me to keep going? Hmm?"

Eric's knees went a bit weak, and he had to take a deep shaky breath. He leaned down and grabbed the shampoo bottle.

"Let's take care of this first, then we can get to the fun," he said, opening the bottle and squeezing some out onto his hand.

"You just want an excuse to put your hands in my hair."

"Hmm, maybe," said Eric, grinning as he reached up and began to massage Kyle's hair so the shampoo would foam up. Kyle closed his eyes and let Eric's fingers work. All the while he gently ran his hands up and down his body, and even though nothing was really happening he somehow found himself breathing heavily, his chest expanding and contracting, and he had to lean against the wall.

"I think I'm more starved than I realized, too," he managed to get out between breaths. He opened his eyes when he felt Eric removing his hands, and saw him squirting another substance onto a loofah.

"I need to wash your gross sweaty self, you nasty boy." Eric scowled when he said it, but when Kyle caught his eye he saw sparks of laughter in it. Kyle let his husband scrub him down, enjoying every second, every stroke on his skin. He put a hand on Eric's head, exhaling. 

Before long he was all lathered up, covered in white fluffy foam. He stood there and watched Eric rinse him off, holding out his arms and legs for him. While Eric was busy with Kyle's leg, he slowly looked up into his face, making eye contact. He looked so small like that, bent down in the shower, washing his husband. Meeting Kyle's eyes with his own large brown and blue ones. 

Without a word, and without breaking eye contact, he slowly leaned forward until his lips were brushing the spot just above Kyle's hard dick. He slowly opened his mouth and slid it inside, his tongue smoothly gliding around it, a familiar feeling to the both of them.

He closed his eyes and Kyle put his hand back on his head, letting out a long breath as he felt his dick being sucked and the hot water streaming down his back and shoulders.

"Mmm, you always do it just the way I like," Kyle mumbled breathlessly. Eric responded by putting his hands on Kyle's hips, feeling them and his lower torso up. Kyle involuntarily pushed his hips into Eric's mouth with a small thrust, which made the smaller man whimper and suck harder, savoring his dick like it was the best thing he'd ever put in his mouth. 

Too bad his spaghetti hadn't gone in Kyle's mouth.

Kyle scrunched his eyes in pleasure, furrowing his brow and tightening his grip on Eric's hair, putting his other hand which had been laying idly by his side next to it. He grunted, gritting his teeth, while Eric made moaning sounds, pressing his face against his husband's lower torso as if it would never be enough.

"Grrgh, Er-eric, god, fuck-" 

He had to reach out one of his hands to steady himself against the wall, about to cream in Eric's mouth, but he pulled his dick away at the last moment. Eric made a small whimper, perhaps not even of his own volition, craning his neck a little, the saliva connecting from his still parted lips and tongue to Kyle's dick, it all mixing with the shower water.

"What-" but before Eric could finish, Kyle stood him up and turned him around, pushing him into the corner between the wall and the glass shower cover with a sharp gasp from Eric.

"Legs apart," he growled, almost ferally, a far cry from his gentle tone of voice earlier. Eric quickly obeyed, his heart beginning to pound in his chest. Before anything else could happen, he let out a yelp as Kyle's dick plunged in between his sizable ass cheeks.

He felt himself being pounded from behind as he leaned against the wall for support, gasping and moaning. Kyle’s hands held Eric’s sides with a strong grip, feeling his soft wet flesh as his dick was pleasured immensely. He let out growls and grunts, his lips pulled back in a snarl.

“Fuck, Eric, you happy now? Grrgh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Eric couldn’t do anything but nod violently as he let out loud breathy moans, his dick quivering and his knees trembling. Kyle leaned forward and shoved his face into the crook of Eric’s neck, opening his mouth to put his teeth on his flesh, though he didn’t actually bite down.

Eric felt a whole load be blown into him, thick and hot. He leaned forward, his legs weak, opening his mouth and letting the loudest longest moan yet escape, tears forming in his eyes and streaming down his face as it mixed with the shower water.

“Kaaaahhl, oh my god, K-kaahl-”

His own cum spurted out of his penis, buckets of it, coating the walls and the glass. Eric stood there with his head hanging between his arms, every muscle in his body trembling, and his breath heaving in and out of his chest as he took in hot stuffy air to fill his lungs with. Kyle leaned forward and slid his arms around his torso, pulling him close and letting him lean on him for support. Eric responded by turning to face his husband and putting his face in his chest, leaning into him with his whole being as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders for further support. 

They stood under the hot steady stream of water as they rinsed off, Kyle taking the time to put conditioner in, and standing wordlessly under the shower head as he rinsed it out. He turned around and turned it off, stepping out and grabbing a soft white fluffy towel and wrapping it around his smaller husband, who currently had his head drooping and eyes that seemed so so heavy.

Kyle dried himself off and then dried off Eric, making sure he was nice and warm afterwards. He led him into their bedroom, where he put boxers and nice warm pajamas on him. He picked him up bridal style after putting his own clothes on and walked him to the bed, pushing a lock of hair out of his eyes with his nose and planting a kiss on his forehead. 

He gently set his husband down on the mattress, who had already fallen asleep, looking peaceful and honestly downright adorable. Kyle smiled gently, grateful for his husband and everything that he did. How did they get here? One day you’re screaming at each other, ready to throw hands, and the next you’re pounding ass in the shower that you share. Crazy world.

Kyle sighed and laid down next to Eric, facing him and draping his arm over him. His face was so precious while he was asleep, relaxed and peaceful, and Kyle enjoyed looking at his round features in general. 

He was surprised when his eyes fluttered open, and in a moment focused on him.

“Thanks, honey,” he whispered, smiling.

“No problem, Eric,” Kyle smiled back. Kyle leaned in and pressed his lips against his husband’s, whispering even quieter this time.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Eric’s breathing became deep and rhythmic, and Kyle knew he’d fallen asleep. He cradled him close, putting his lips on top of his head and falling asleep like that, kissing him the whole night long.

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(Big big thanks to @wndelta for beta reading! You're a star!)

(-Salty)

#south park #KyMarried au #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #kyman #kyle x cartman #kyman fanfiction #south park fanfiction

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Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 20 - Seasonal Help

SOTS Masterlist

"I can't fucking believe that Glenn hired Adam." You scoffed, slouching down into your chair and cradling your warm cup of coffee between your hands as a scowl settled on your face. Of all the things that could've happened, you firmly believed this was the worst - though you respected Adam enough, it wasn't enough for you to not complain about him at every given opportunity.

"Dude's a complete clutz - and on top of that a 'grade A' asshole - he's not going to get anything done, he has all the competency of a new-born baby. He'd loose his head if it wasn't attached to his neck!" Swirling the bitter liquid around the half-empty mug, you sighed before taking another sip, allowing the coffee to burn against the roof of your mouth before swallowing the drink. "I just don't know what Glenn was thinking."

"I'm sensing some unresolved tension there." Garrett commented, a brash laugh escaping your chest at the nuance of his words. 

"Really?" You asked, biting back another bitter laugh. "I thought I sounded totally chill."

Garrett wasn't wrong. Though it had been months since Adam had told your secret in front of the entire store, you still held a lot of resentment over it - it had been your secret to share, not his, and he hadn't given you that chance. Let alone regarding the fact that he had never truly apologised for what he did. Sure, he had gotten Amy to tell you he was sorry - but as far as you were concerned, that didn't count. You'd accept his apology when he said it to your face, with his his mouth this time.

"And also." You continued, taking in a deep breath before shuffling closer towards Garrett. "There are far too many people in the breakroom for my liking. I hate the seasonal help."

Sinking deeper into your seat, and now Garrett's side, you let out a deep sigh, deciding then and there you were going to do anything and everything you could to get out of working with anyone or anything today. You highly doubted most people would still be here come the end of the first shift - Adam included - and you hoped if you could skive today, you could avoid working with him all together. 

"Okay, everyone. Good morning! Let's settle down. Um, 'tis the season. And I'd like to give a permanent welcome to all our new temporary workers in the light blue vests." A round of applause ensued at Glenn's command, you and your fellow permanent workers welcoming all of the temporary workers. "Now, I haven't put all the faces to the names yet, but I do know that you are Reggie and and we now have a Black Todd. Nope, you'll just be Todd. Uh, you'll be White Todd? Thank you. And, uh, oh, and this sweetheart here is Opal, who, at 90 years old, I think is the oldest employee we've ever had."

"Oh, and lastly, let's give a big Cloud 9 welcome to Amy's better half, Adam Dubanowski." While others called for Adam's welcome, you booed - though only loud enough for Garrett to hear who elbowed your sharply in the side despite how he tried to control himself from laughing.

"Um, I just wanted to tell you all not to treat me any differently just 'cause I'm sleeping with the boss." Adam announced, rising from his chair and addressing the whole room, receiving few laughs at his comment.

"He means Amy, not me. I'm not gay." Glenn reaffirmed, eliciting a chuckle from you, the comment seeming to break the tension that had formed in yourself.

"Anyway, if you have any questions about Amy, come see me. I've got all the dirt." Of course Adam would say something like that; God, he'd been here for all of five minutes and was already getting on your nerves.

"Seriously?" Amy spat, turning to face Adam with a frown on her face, her arms folded angrily across her chest. 

"Oh, right. Sorry, Bean." Adam's apology seemed sincere enough, though the mindless use of the nickname seemed to be digging him a deeper and deeper hole.

"All right, uh, moving on. Tornado safety..." Glenn announced in an effort to continue his morning debrief before tens of temporary workers would be released onto the store floor - unknowing and untrained in anything and everything. Fuck, you hated this time of year.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not moving on." Garrett announced, turning to face the couple with great interest in where such a nickname had come from. "I want to know why you just called her Bean."

"It's 'cause she's small." Adam explained, a loving, fond smile forming across his face as Amy's lips sunk into a frown, heat flushing her cheeks as Adam continued to reveal secrets she'd managed to keep privy. "When we first got together, it was so cute, the way she'd sleep. Just like my little naked bean."

"Ew, I did not need to know that." You scoffed, hiding slightly behind your mug of coffee in hopes that you could escape Adam's eyeline as you criticized his behaviour.

"Stop. Please, can you stop?" Amy pleaded, sinking into her chair as the entirety of the breakroom's attention was now on her and Adam.

"Okay, well, any more questions?" At an onslaught of hands being raised, you sunk down into your chair with a guttural groan, knowing it would be a long while before you could get your hands on Glenn to ask to go home.

"What's wrong, doll face?" Garrett asked, leaning his head on the palm of his hand as he leant closer to talk to you.

"I'm not staying here today. I'll come back tomorrow when 90% of the temps have quit - hopefully, including Adam." Garrett cringed at your bitter tone, pulling away from you as a look of amusement settled on his face.

"So, you really don't like the guy, huh?" 

That was probably an understatement. Though you remained thankful that Adam had allowed you to come into his home and live there (though you knew Amy was the main force to thank for that), Adam's consistently self-absorbed attitude ruined what little respect you thought you could have had for him. Everything that happened in the Dubanowski household seemed to centre around Adam - Gas and electric bill gone up? Adam's new hobby uses a lot of electricity. You and Amy working overtime to help cover the new cost of the bill? Adam won't so someone must. Emma doesn't get to go on her girl scouts trip and Amy looses a weekend to herself for once? Adam really needed to go to that convention. It just felt as though his selfishness was intentional sometimes, and you couldn't stand him for that; especially when you often saw the affect it seemed to have on Amy.

"Yeah. I guess I don't." With a shrug, you took another sip of coffee, quickly finishing the mug off and standing from your seat. Promising that you'd at least catch Garrett on your way out of the store - if you could convince Glenn to let you go - you followed after Glenn, who had finally seemed to escape the crowd of questions, to his office.

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Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door, pushing the door open as Glenn's meek come in.

"Oh, y/n. Hello! Take a seat!" Sliding into the cushioned chair across from a now much-chirpier Glenn, you greeted him with a meek smile, suddenly lacking the confidence that you had had prior to entering the confined space. '"I'm glad it was you - I was nervous it was going to another temporary worker. I love expanding our Cloud 9 family, but my goodness is it tiring explaining the simplest thing over and over again." 

Despite Glenn's tense tone, a wide smile still resided on his face. "What can I help you with?"

"Oh, um, I was just wondering if I could - y'know - like, maybe... go home?" Sounding rather unsure of your words could only benefit you in this situation, Glenn seeming to take your hesitance as more of a reason as to why he should let you go home, despite having been on shift for an hour at the most. 

"What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" Glenn asked, smile quickly dissolving as concern clouded his features, a hand reaching across the desk and out towards you in an effort to comfort whatever ailment was troubling you. 

"Oh, yeah, just not feeling too good. I don't want to not give Cloud 9 my best. Figured it was probably better to take a day out and come back ready to go tomorrow."  The Cloud 9 card, not something you felt you could use often, but something that you knew wouldn't fail to pull at Glenn's corporate-pleasing heartstrings.

"Oh well, I get that. You should probably head out then - maybe go and see a doctor too." You nodded silently, trying to prevent a smile from curling onto your face as you had managed to wiggle yourself out of spending time in close quarters with Adam all day. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then: but don't be afraid to take another day off if you need. You've got a lot of sick days and holidays available to you, y/n. Maybe you should use some of them." 

Giving Glenn a gentle nod, you rose from your seat, backing out towards the door with a fake cough that scratched slightly at the flesh of your throat. "Maybe, Glenn. Thank you."

Closing the door behind you, you waited until you were around the corner to rush away from Glenn's office and back into the breakroom, quickly pulling your jacket out of your locker - which you had crammed in assuming the coat hanger would get too full and potentially topple over or have your jacket lost to the abyss - and slipping it over your shoulders. Grabbing your bag from your locker as well, you closed the door, heading out of the breakroom and in search of Garret before you made your leave.

"Hey, Gare." You yelled as you approached the customer service desk, alerting the announcer to your presence. "I got a favour to ask."

"Well I don't quite believe it." Garrett scoffed, arms folding across his chest as he looked up at you, eyebrows quirked in a mix of disbelief and confusion. "How'd you wriggle yourself out of this one?"

"Dude, I've had like one sick day in my entire time working here. Glenn was practically begging me to go and never come back." You admitted, leaning over the counter as you talked to Garrett. "Anyways, can I borrow your car?"

"What?"

"Can I borrow it? I'll bring it back before your shift's over. Promise." Sticking out your pinkie finger for Garrett to accept your agreement, you waited with baited breath, hoping he would lend you his car. As he didn't immediately agree, you jutted out your bottom lip, putting your hands together in a praying motion as you stared the man down.

"Ugh, fine. Anything for you doll." Garrett finally caved, fishing his car keys out of his pocket and throwing them into your open palm. Leaning across the counter, you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing tightly before pulling back and planting a hard kiss to his cheek. With a cry of thank you, you ran towards the exit of the store. "I get off at 4!"

Rushing across the parking lot, you found Garrett's car, quickly unlocking it and sliding into the driver side. Reversing out of the parking space, you drove away from Cloud 9, one destination clear in your mind.

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Pushing past the door of Sunnyside Diner, a bell rung above your head, alerting the few people that sat scattered across the diner to your presence. Scurrying across to the counter, you sat at one of the red, leather stools, pulling up your bag to rest on the counter top. Pulling out Garrett's laptop that you had found discarded in the passenger seat, you turned it on, dropping your bag to the floor as you allowed it to load up.

"Well, well, sunshine." Bobby teased, coming out of the kitchen, an armful of glasses tucked carefully into his hold, that he gently began to place on a shelf against the back wall of the diner. "I know I said to not be a stranger, but that didn't mean you had to come back the next day."

"Good morning, Bobby." You nodded curtly at the older man, a gentle smile forming on your face at the sweetness of the interaction.

"Marcus boy with you?" He asked, leaning his forearms against the counter top as he took a break from his work to talk to you.

The diner looked different in the daylight - the neon-lighted signs weren't as bright as they were in the blackness of the winter nights sky and the light beaming through the window-wide caricature filled the diner with streams of rainbow light, yet the same few customers as were there last night seemed to loiter around the cabin.

"Oh. Um, no. I'm kind of hiding out here." You admitted, fiddling with the mousepad of the laptop as you opened Garrett's search engine, not recognising the purple swirled logo.

"Ah, well. Glad you made it here okay. Didn't think you'd come back alone."

"Oh I took quite a few wrong turns, I'll admit. But I'm here now." The pair of you laughed, tension of talking with a semi-stranger easily fading as you got into the swing of small talk; the older man's kind face making it easier then it ever had been before.

"So why are you hiding out, huh? World's a big and scary place; can't imagine Sunnyside is the nicest place to hide." 

"Oh, um, my mom's husband is a dick. And he's working at our store as a seasonal temp - I lasted abut 5 minutes before I decided I couldn't handle it." You revealed, avoiding Bobby's eyes as you spoke, instead focusing on the laptop that you'd stolen from Garrett's car with intent, not just to occupy your time away from the store. 

"Well, I hope you know you're welcome here anytime." Bobby smiled at you, pulling out a notepad from his apron's pocket and a pen out from behind his ear. "Now, what can I get for you?"

"Just a coffee would be nice. Thank you."

Having found the St. Louis relators website, you filtered out everything that was way too far out of your price point and narrowed down the area you'd prefer to live in; limiting your options to apartments within a mile of the store that you hoped you'd be able to afford. Though you'd only thought about moving out over the past few months, the more time you spent around Adam, the more you knew it was the next step for you.

You'd been thinking about moving out ever since the day Adam had tried to buy a grill in the store, and each day since you'd felt as though you'd overstayed your welcome in the Dubanowski house. While you knew you'd have to move out sooner or later, you felt as though you'd been ready to do so for a while - the one thing that seemed to be holding you back was Amy. You loved Amy, a lot, and Emma too, and leaving them behind felt like a step you weren't entirely ready to take; the fear that you'd lose them as important people in your life if you moved out holding you back.

"Now I don't mean to pry." Bobby spoke, leaning over your shoulder as he poured some coffee out of the steaming kettle and into the white, ceramic teacup you hadn't realised he'd set down in front of you. "But if you're looking for a place for the two of you, you might want to pick somewhere further on the outskirts of town - cheaper rent and usually a bit bigger cause they're out of the way."

"Two of us?" You asked, thanking him before bringing the black coffee to your lips and blowing gently on the boiling liquid before taking a careful sip.

"For you and Marcus." Chocking on the small sip you'd taken, you placed the cup back down on the countertop and smacked your fist against your chest in an attempt to get your spluttering to stop.

"Oh. Oh, no. Me and Marcus, we- I haven't- We've only ever been on one date; if you could even call it that." You revealed, coughing to clear your tight throat and try and stomach the coffee that hadn't gone down your windpipe. "It wasn't even meant to be just us when we came here, 's just how things turned out."

"Oh, really?" Bobby quirked his eyebrow at you as though he didn't believe what he'd heard - the version of events he'd heard from Marcus you had no clue about, but you imagined it would be similar to your own. "I figured you'd been together for a while; you seemed quite... couple-y, if you will."

"You think?" You asked before you could stop yourself, the idea that you and Marcus had seemed so obviously together to an outside making your heart beat a little too quickly. Humming to yourself, you took another sip of coffee - not chocking this time - and instead letting the cooled-down drink slide down your throat with ease.

Bobby left your side once more, taking a notepad and coffee pot with him as he went and attended to other customers within the diner as you continued to scroll through the apartment listings. Flickering between listing after listing, you continued your search for an apartment that at least fit some of the criteria you wanted, knowing realistically you would be lucky to find something within walking radius of the store, let alone anything else. Coming to the last page of the website you clicked on a listing for an apartment that appeared to be within walking distance from Amy's house - still a good car ride away from the store but close by to Amy? That was a sacrifice you'd be willing to make.

The apartment was on the fifth floor of the complex it was settled in, both stairs and an elevator built-in to the building which was a good start. Clicking onto the listing, you viewed the photos that showcased different parts of the apartment: a small kitchen bled into a living room, the apartment seeming relatively small but open plan by its design, two bedrooms (though one was closer to the size of a storage room, barely big enough to fit a bed and chest of drawers) and a box-sized bathroom. It was big enough for your lonesome though, and it had large windows and one of those fire-escape balconies and despite the fact it didn't meet most of the things you were hoping for it seemed good enough. The fact it was only two streets over from Amy and Emma a big factor in why you seemed to have so quickly fallen in love with the cramped housing.

Tapping on the link at the bottom of the listings page, you opened up a form to request a meeting with the owner of the complex, hoping that you'd be able to get an in person viewing before you committed to anything. You could more then afford the rent, your full time wage and savings you'd accumulated while living with Amy being enough for a down payment and a months rent in advance if they asked for it.

Closing the tabs you'd opened and the the laptop itself, you slipped it back into your bag, this time keeping the bag against the table top as you finished the last of your coffee. Slipping a $20 bill under the cup to keep it in its place, knowing it would cover the cup of coffee and then some, you jumped down from your stool, knowing you needed to head back now to make sure you met Garrett before his shift was over to return his car and keys to him.

"Thanks Bobby!" You shouted over to the older man as you walked towards the door, waving him goodbye as you left the diner for the second time in the past 24 hours.

"Anytime, sunshine. Anytime."

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Walking backing into the store, you walked towards customer service wherein you'd hoped you'd find Garrett, only to ne met with the sights of Dina, Jonah and Garrett crowing around the counter top. "Yeah, I feel terrible. I didn't realize they were Last Chances."

"Who were last chances?" You asked slipping under Jonah's arm so that it rested across the tops of your shoulders, appreciating the warmth against the cold fall air outside.

"The temps Jonah bet on quitting." Garrett revealed, your jaw hanging slack - though it was shocking that he'd bet on the last chances temps, you were more surprised that he'd made a bet at all. Jonah had mentioned in passing his aversion to gambling after a series of unfortunate events in college, so the fact he'd somehow caved for a bet on the temps surprised you the most.

"I did. I thought that was why we were betting on them." Dina admitted, looking out at the few temps that still remained then turning to you. "I though Glenn sent you home sick?"

"Oh, um, he did." You explained, trying to think of a lie; Glenn had approved your sick day, thinking it had been because of sickness, but you couldn't be bothered to deal with a disproving glare from Dina at the truth. "Just came to tell him I'll be back tomorrow. Clean bill of health from the doc'."

"Really? That was quick. You'll have to give me the name of your GP." Dina words caused you to try and splutter an excuse as to why that wouldn't be possible, but Dina dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "We can discuss the details later." 

"Whoo! Is it hot in here today? Do I look flushed to you?" Amy asked as she approached the group of you, coming to stop across from you and Jonah and picking up one of the leaflets on the counter and fanning herself with it.

"What do you mean by flushed? Do you mean tired?" Dina asked, breaking her gaze from the remaining temps to scan her eyes over Amy's figure. "Because you always look tired."

"Oh, my back hurts." Amy emphasised, stretching her back and rubbing at her waist as though to really try and convince you of whatever had happened. "That table in the Photo Lab is really uncomfortable."

"The Photo Lab?" Jonah asked, wincing at the connotation of the question alone.

"Oops. Busted! No, me and Adam..." Amy made squeaking noises, trying to mimic the sound of a bed being bounced on as though you didn't know what she was on about. "S-sex."

"Ew." You cringed, not wanting to hear more about Amy and Adam's private lives then you needed to; seeing Amy as a parental figure in your life making the confession all the more weirder. "Once again, I did not need to know that."

"Yeah, no, we got it." Garrett reaffirmed, giving Amy a tight-lipped, tense smile as she walked away from the customer service counter, her hips swaying from side-to-side as she left.

Tucking you head into Jonah's chest, you let out a groan - Amy's admission having made things unusually tense and awkward. Digging your hands around in your pockets, you pulled out Garrett's keys, sliding them to him across the countertop as you pulled away from Jonah's hold with a final, goodbye squeeze.

"Thanks again." You said, walking backwards away from the customer service desk in the direction Amy had just strutted off in. "I'll see you guys tomorrow then."

"No problem, doll. See you later." 

"Hey Ames!" You shouted chasing after the woman as she continued to walk away swinging her hips.

"Where were you today?" She asked, the pair of your walking in step towards the back of the store where you hoped Amy would be grabbing her things to come home with you.

"Took a sick day. Didn't want to put up with the temps." You admitted, Amy's eyes boring into the side of your head, as if she was expecting you to say something more then just that. "And Adam."

"Sounds about right." Amy muttered, pushing past the doors of the breakroom and b-lining straight for her locker, pulling out her bag and throwing it over her shoulder.

"Amy?" You asked, your meek tone causing Amy's head to snap up from where she had been staring into her bag, routing around for her keys.

"Yes, Mi Chiquita." She replied, closing her locker and taking a cautious step towards you. 

"I think I'm ready to move out."

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Hey guys!!

I hoped you enjoyed this weeks part, I know it doesn't necessarily follow the shows plot for this episode but I was really struggling to get into the grove of seasonal help. I'm sorry if anything about looking into buying an apartment was wrong I've never done it before lol. 

Also, I'm sorry it's out today instead of Wednesday and its a bit shorter then usual, but it's here now which is what matters :) 

GP stands for General Practitioner - IDK if those are a thing else where, but It's what we call your like personal, local doctor where I live - sorry for any confusion that may have caused.

Anyway more Bobby!!!content. I low-key head canon Jim Beaver as Bobby, I won't lie and have just stolen him from South Dakota for the sake of Sunnyside diner.

I hope you enjoyed!! If any feedback or criticism please let me know so I can improve for both me and you.

As always, have a lovely week!! <333

#sitting on the shelf marcus white x reader #superstore x reader #cloud 9 #superstore imagine #marcus white #marcus white x reader #marcus superstore #marcus white imagine #superstore marcus imagine

[teraprofs]

What about Arven? Is he aware of your... current status?

...

It... is a thought that I've been trying to ignore. It's been so long...

My little pepper... My sweet... little boy... It's been so long. He must be all grown up now. Already attending the academy... If Clavell kept his promise. Let me sit down... I've been trying to contact someone... anyone on the outside to come to free us. Only the league has received our communication. But... they've decided to hurt us yet again. The bastards are blocking our attempts to contact others. I wonder what falsities they've told my boy. Does he believe us dead? Or himself neglected? ... Perhaps... he hasn't even been told everything. But after ten years... how could he hold onto hope?

D-does he even remember us? We've been down here for longer than we've been with him. Who is caring for him?

Would the league ever... silence him?

If I was there in front of him, would he forgive me?

C-could he even recognize me? In this... d-dreadful form? Would he be scared? Horrified as the others were? I... I... would it be better if he... if he... thought I was dead? I... Don't know what is happening to me... I don't know...

Iş mÿ §○n evən alıve?

I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't knowI don't know I don't know I don't know I don't knowI don't know I don't know I don't know I don't knowI don't know I don't know I don't know I don't knowI don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know

Something's w-wrong....

I... Can't Control I... Can't stop... I

Ìṭ ĥuŕṭs... țĥíṣ p●wər...

[Warning: Damage to Area Zero Lab detected]

[Entryway seal integrity: 76.8%]

#professor turo #Arven #Plot #asks #plot progression #bReAk ThE SeAl #SeT ThEm FrEe #I dArE YOu #tera turo

[so-art-decooo]

dayasco blasphemy au (?) dunno what to call this still lol but here is the long awaited and highly requested part 2 👀✞☠︎︎ (part 1)

*cw: SMUT, religious themes, etc.*

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"Dayaaa," Bosco called as she walked through the door, drawing out her name. 

She quickly made herself at home before prancing over to where Daya was sitting on her couch, sprawling out on top of her.

"Oh god, what is it," Daya asked, eyes rolling at the mischief in the other woman's tone.

"I had an idea."

"Oh no not again," 

"I'm serious. And I think you're gonna like it, whether you wanna admit it or not."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Bosco dragged her fingertip across the exposed skin on Daya's chest. "It means I've been thinking about some things we could do together now that we've discovered your little kink."

Daya froze, feeling the words catch in her throat and warmth rising in her cheeks. "W-what? I don't have—"

"No, no, don't even try to deny it," Bosco cut her off, "Not after you came all over my fingers while confessing your sins to me." Daya felt her insides burn at the memory.

Bosco continued, "I was thinking, that you and I could maybe...go to a little service this weekend?"

Daya's heart dropped at the suggestion. "Like a church service? Are you crazy??" 

"Come onnn, it will be fun. I'll make sure of it."

"Yeah, I'm sure," Daya deadpanned with a scoff.

"So you're in?" Bosco asked.

Daya was at a complete loss for words, mouth hung open in hesitancy. She looked into Bosco's eyes and could see that they were not joking, making her stomach flip. She felt her skin prickle, and Bosco's smirk grew wider the longer she stuttered over her answer.

"I...I–no, uh, it's just—"

"Ohh you're really into it, aren't you," they chuckled, "I can tell you are." 

Daya gave an exasperated sigh, both embarrassed and frustrated that Bosco could read her like a book and tease her relentlessly for it. Bosco couldn't help but laugh affectionately at Daya's flustered state, just from bringing up the topic.

“Look, we don't have to if you really don't want to, but I found a place close by that doesn't require a membership or anything and lets anyone in," Bosco assured Daya. "Also, no one will suspect a thing, and I'll make sure to take really good care of you, okay?" Bosco asked. 

Daya couldn't deny that the idea excited her, but she felt like the answer was stuck in her throat. She nodded meekly. Bosco grinned at her response, "Good, it's a date then." Bosco pressed their lips quickly over Daya's hot skin before climbing off of her, opting to sit next to her now.

Daya exhaled shakily, her stomach already churning at the idea of what was in store for that Sunday, which at the same time, couldn't come soon enough.

When it finally did, Daya woke up early to get ready for the morning service they planned on attending. 

She rummaged through her underwear drawer, pulling out a dark red, lacy lingerie set. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said under her breath before putting it on. On top, she wore a simple modest dress. She put on just a little makeup and brushed out her shaggy hair. She looked quite put-together and unassuming. Perfect.

Bosco's hand rested on her thigh the whole drive there, her thumb rubbing up and down absentmindedly over her dress. The ten-minute car ride felt like an eternity. Walking up to the front doors of the church, she couldn't help the twinge of anxiety that swirled about inside her. She remembered how often she used to attend Sunday services throughout the entirety of her childhood and teenage years. How often she'd feel guilt-tripped to the moon and back every time she'd go simply because the church said her actions and thoughts were sinful and that she’d end up in hell. Her hand clutched nervously at Bosco's, fiddling with the fabric on their sleeves. 

The service had already started, but other people were still filtering in along with them, so Daya was relieved they didn't draw too much attention to themselves. They found a spot on the pews as far back and off to the corner as possible. Daya breathed a sigh of relief when Bosco led her to a spot where no one was really around them, or in the same row at least.

The service was well on its way by the time they sat down, the choir singing away to the tune of a hymn Daya vaguely recognized.

The first few minutes were mundane, but it wasn’t long before Daya felt Bosco’s hand find its way back to her leg, tapping it as a signal to uncross them. Daya immediately did as directed, and Bosco's hand slowly started inching further up her inner thigh, making her breath shudder. She tried to close her legs and press her thighs together just a little, but Bosco swatted them back open enough for her to have easy access. Thankfully no one was close enough to be suspicious of what was happening.

As the priest stood at the podium ready to give the sermon, Bosco's hand kept wandering, making Daya squirm. She was taken off guard by Bosco's fingers suddenly moving up to rub gently at her clit over her panties. She jolted, almost letting a whine slip out before she recovered, masking it with a cough.

"Bosco," Daya hissed under her breath. 

Bosco held back a delighted smile. "What?" She whispered, "Is this not why we're here? Just be quiet and pay attention, princess."

"I-I can't when you're doing that."

"Sure you can. And you will."

Daya's mind started to go fuzzy, the sermon fading into white noise, but she tried as hard as she could to keep attention as the priest spoke.

"...See how people call on God's name or use the name of his son Jesus as if it were no more than common foul language, or drag the name of Christ into the gutter with all the contempt you can muster. Or worse, stand by and do nothing while others do so. What does scripture teach us about that? It is the one unforgivable sin against the Holy Spirit. James 3:6 says, 'The tongue is a fire…[it] is placed among the parts of our bodies; it pollutes the whole body, sets the course of life on fire, and is set on fire by hell.' The tongue is what can commit the ultimate sin..."

"How fitting," Bosco remarked against Daya's ear in a low voice, making her shiver.

Bosco's hand never ceased its motions, barely using any pressure to tease her. She was already soaked through her panties, making Bosco feel like she might start to lose control of herself.

It drove Daya insane, she could barely sit still. She swore she could taste blood from how hard she was biting the inside of her lip, doing everything in her power to not rut into Bosco's hand or make any noise. It felt so incredibly wrong, but it also made her head swirl with the pure lust overcoming her.

"Bosco, please," Daya whispered harshly, her voice nearly cracking. A few people in front of them turned their heads for a moment to look at them, but the pews blocked their view enough so no one got too suspicious.

"Baby, you gotta keep your voice down, we don't wanna get caught," Bosco warned in a hushed tone.

"Please I can't take the teasing anymore."

"Just a little longer. Wait til the sermon is over, okay?"

Daya nodded, pressing her lips together. Bosco could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, a pink flush spread across her cheeks and chest. Daya looked so perfect like this, trying her hardest to keep it together under her touch. Bosco was high on the power she held over her. 

Bosco could tell the priest was nearing the end of his spiel, so she decided to push Daya even further for the last few minutes. She kept her eyes forward the whole time, not even glancing at her as she pushed her panties to the side and ran her middle finger along her bare pussy.

Daya wasn't expecting the direct contact, taking everything in her power to hold back a yelp. She slapped her hand over her own mouth to block the desperate sounds that threatened to spill out. Bosco couldn't help the amused look on her face as she continued to gently stroke her, sliding her finger through her wetness. Daya was gripping the seat of the pew like her life depended on it, her knuckles turning white.

The sermon couldn't possibly end soon enough. As soon as the congregation gave a resounding "Amen", the two of them were out of there. They tried to get out of their seats as hastily as they could without drawing too much attention to themselves, despite a handful of heads turning their way as they left the sanctuary.

As soon as they were out of the main sanctuary and back into the mostly empty lobby, Bosco spotted what looked like a supply closet and quickly dragged Daya inside before anyone could see.

Bosco slammed Daya against the wall and kissed her roughly, making her gasp. She wasted no time getting her hands all over Daya's body, scrunching up her pretty dress up around her waist to get her hands where she needed them. She got a full look at Daya for the first time in the dim light of the closet, seeing the bottom half of her lingerie under her dress. Garters that held up her stockings adorned her delicious thighs, and a sheen of slick coated the space between them. The sight sent a surge of arousal through Bosco as she claimed Daya's mouth with her own once again.

"Such a dirty girl," Bosco mumbled into her lips, "dressing up like a little slut in the house of God."

The choir had resumed their singing after the sermon, the muffled sounds of liturgic songs and hymns coming from the other room. It only added to Daya's guilt that mixed with arousal, reminding her of how wrong, yet so deliciously right, this was.

She whimpered, feeling Bosco's hands squeeze and grab at her. She felt so filthy, but it was so hot at the same time. Bosco slotted one of their thighs between her own as her kisses moved from her mouth to her neck, sucking dark bruises into the sensitive skin. 

"Oh God," Daya rocked her hips, trying to get what friction she could. She could feel the hard outline of Bosco’s strap against her hips, the realization that she had it on the whole time making her even wetter than she already was. She was so desperate for more she felt like she might combust if Bosco didn't give her what she needed soon.

"Please," Daya huffed, tugging at Bosco's shirt.

"Please what, angel?"

"Come on,"

"Say it, I wanna hear your filthy words."

"I-I need you,"

"Not good enough for me, baby. Beg for it. Give into the temptation. Tell me what you really want.”

Daya was getting frustrated. She wasn't usually the type to be so vulgar, but Bosco always managed to pull it out of her somehow. She decided to give in, pulling Bosco's hips tighter against her own, whining at the feeling of the bulge in her pants, "Please just fuck me already, I need you inside me so fucking bad," she whined, chest heaving.

"That's what I like to hear," Bosco grinned. She started unbuttoning her own shirt, "You act so innocent and pure, but I know deep down you're just a greedy whore, wanting to be used, to show everyone how much of a sinner you are."

Bosco flipped her around roughly, her front was pressed up against the wall. They yanked her soaked panties down her thighs, leaving her exposed and dripping for them. Daya couldn't prevent a moan from escaping her throat at being tossed around like some kind of toy being used. 

Bosco unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down just enough to take the strap she had on out of its confines. She hummed as she teased Daya's entrance with the tip of the dildo. She slid through her arousal before pushing all the way into her, forcing a guttural moan out of her when she bottomed out.

"Shhh, you gotta be quiet, baby. You don't want the whole congregation finding out how much of a slut you are," she said in a gravelly voice. She punctuated her sentence with a sharp snap of her hips, thrusting into Daya and making her moan again, "or, maybe you do."

Bosco started slow, running her hands up and down Daya’s waist and relishing in how it drew strangled sounds from her that she was trying so hard to hold in. The wet sounds that filled the room as she slid in and out of her were obscene, only adding to how heated the whole situation was. 

Daya whined needfully, trying to push her hips back into Bosco’s thrusts, “Bosco…need more.”

“More what, baby?” Bosco knew what she was asking for, but loved forcing the words out of her. Corrupting Daya's sweet and innocent mouth with curses and foul language brought them more satisfaction than they cared to admit.

“Just…fuck me harder please,” Daya’s cheeks burned red.

“All you had to do was ask, princess.”

Bosco obeyed her request, building up a quick pace while the sound of skin slapping together filled the small room. Their breathing became labored and low moans escaped between hot breaths on Daya's neck. They reached around, moving their hands up from her waist to fondle her tits from behind, making the taller girl groan. 

Daya's hands clung above her head, nails raking along the smooth wall in the absence of something to grasp and cling to while pleasure coursed through her. "Oh my, god, Bosco, Jesus, fuck, so, ah- good,” Daya chanted like a prayer in time with Bosco’s thrusts.

"What would everyone think if they could see you right now?" Bosco growled, still pounding into Daya. "If everyone knew you were in here, bent over and begging for me to fuck you senseless while they all pray to God. Taking me inside your pretty cunt like a whore while they pray for salvation in the next room. You'd probably like that, wouldn't you..."

Daya didn’t answer, too far gone to say anything coherent other than a slight nod and a few incoherent curses and babbles. Suddenly she felt a sharp sting on her skin as Bosco’s hand came down and slapped her hard on the ass, making her yelp. 

“Wouldn’t you?” Bosco repeated sternly.

“Y-yes,” Daya mustered, barely able to find the words, “Fuck. I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

"I'm so close,"

"I know, baby."

Bosco doubled down on her efforts, arousal burning within her at the sight of Daya become such a mess. Watching her be so overcome with pleasure that all thoughts left her brain made Bosco feel dizzy.

"Bosco, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm—"

Bosco reached a hand down to rub her clit fast and hard to send her barreling over the edge. Daya nearly yelled as she came, and Bosco quickly muffled her cries by shoving their fingers into her mouth. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she released herself onto the strap, her cum dripping onto Bosco's pants as she was fucked through it. Bosco watched the muscles in her thighs twitch and her knees buckle from the intensity as she came down.

"God, Daya," Bosco hissed, watching her fall apart.

They both breathed heavily, catching their breath as the muffled sounds of prayer from the sanctuary filled the tiny room once again in the absence of their heated moment. 

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard before," Daya remarked with a weak laugh once she regained enough mental function to speak.

Bosco gave a breathless chuckle and turned her around to capture her lips in a deep kiss.

It wasn't long before Daya's hands were wandering lower to where Bosco ached for her. "What do you want, baby?" She asked against her lips.

"Mm, as fucking hot as that was, I'd rather wait til we get home first. I'll give you round two, okay?"

Daya smiled and nodded "Let's get out of here."

Bosco buttoned up her pants and shirt and then helped fix Daya up as best as she could, straightening out her dress, wiping where her mascara had run, and smoothing out her tousled hair with her fingers. Between the wet spot where Daya had dripped on Bosco's pants and the purple hickeys across Daya's neck, it was painfully obvious as to what they had just done. They just hoped no one would see their walk of shame as they walked out. 

Bosco cracked open the door to see if they were safe to leave. The lobby had a few more people in it than before, but she figured if they waited too much longer it would only get worse when more people started making their way out. She grabbed Daya by the arm and speed-walked out of the building, keeping their heads down, and getting several dirty looks from people on the way out.

Once out of the building, they couldn't help but giggle, full of mischief and giddiness as they walked hand-in-hand back to the car to head back.

"Told you it would be fun," Bosco gloated.

Daya rolled her eyes in mock-annoyance. "We got so many dirty looks from old church ladies, we'll probably never be allowed back there," she laughed, her cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

"Whatever, you can't tell me it wasn't worth it. You can show me how much you appreciated it when we get back," Bosco smirked.

"Oh don't worry, I will."

#i hope this was worth the wait heheh😈 #warning they fuck in a church lol #i had to google a lot about christianity and church services for this💀 #it was fun tho lol #dayasco #prompt #smut #blasphemy au #im going to hell