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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Golden opportunity

A/N Hello lovies. This one is a bit more intense as I've been corrupted by Jo @lady-bakuhoe so enjoy some sub Bakugo with a delightfully hurtful twist. This is my first sub Bakugou work so I hope you enjoy.

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ AU/ Adult Au. Heavy Adult themes such as dub con and non con. Mentions of cheating. Imbalanced power dynamic.

Bakugo grinds his teeth to prevent himself from blasting the door off of its hinges, mad he let you slip through his fingers. Angry hands shoving the key into the knob before roughly shoving it open only to slam it shut.

"You make this too easy." Your voice rings out in the darkness of the apartment but burning red eyes find the source easily. He doesn't even bother flicking on the lights as his eyes adjust to see you sitting on the countertop of the island. Hand holding up a golden apple. He lunges for you, hands outstretched to strangle you to keep you quiet but you uncross your legs just in time to land a steel toed boot into his ribs. He slides back hitting the side table, he catches the lamp before it can crash, ears perked and eyes peering down the hall to the beds rooms.

"You know what happens when I take a bite don't you?" Your voice is a low hum in his ears, "I would hate to wake the new addition of the happy Bakugou family."

The threat competes with the rushing blood in his ears. Rage flowing hot in his veins as he watch you bring that deadly apple to those damn plump lips. His mind playing over the last time you had bitten into the apple of discord. One bite could cause the smallest of arguments in an instant, throwing even the most level headed team into chaos.

But two bites, two bites could end lives and random and three?

Well the last time you had taken three half of the city was swallowed whole by a swirling black portal.

A tremor runs through him to be so powerless.

"Eris…" Your villain name but not your true name leaves his lips. It never fails to cause a shiver down your spine. The gruffness to his very tone was enough to have you wanting more. It always had, especially the first time the two of you met. He pinned you against the brick, few fast enough or strong enough to do such a feat. You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly, his crimson eyes raking over your body clad in a black skin tight suit with a zipper resting just below your collar bones. Your swift fingers yank it down to your navel.

His wedding band burns on his finger, each time he was forced to please you he had come to like it just a tad bit more. He swallows again as you jump from the counter with a sigh.

Going through the same song and dance was beginning to get so boring. He wanted you, it was so clear in the way that he watched you, in the way he was first on scene for your crimes no matter how far away and in the way he kissed you when asked.

So why did you have to threaten his family in order to get what you both want?

With ever step you took forward he took back until his sculpted back was pressed against the wall. Your hand wraps around his thick throat as you shove him further into the wall, the light switch bites into his shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise but he's had worse.

Why was he denying you? The thought alone had you seeing red as you're sure to make his vision blur. His still gloved hands gripping onto your forearm as your free hand travels just above the hem of his black hero pants before you shove it down his boxers to slowly stroke his thick length, coating him in his own precum.

His eyes flutter from the combined actions.

"Such a dirty boy huh?" You purr, he glares your way as he gasps out his response.

Trying so hard not to moan your name.

"You're the desperate slut forcing me." Your press your hand harder careful to avoid his larynx despite how badly you want to damage it now. Pressing until his grip on your arm begins to weaken, his breaths coming out as desperate pants as you increase the pace. He groans, unable to stop the buck of his hips into your touch.

"Am I really forcing you though?" Your honeyed voice in his ear prompts another illicit, breathy grunt as your apple blossom wine and bonfire scent smother his senses.

Fuck is all he can think as you relieve the ache of his cock, threatening to burst in your delicate deadly hands. His tell signs of coming are easy, flushed cheeks, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he fights it, before the lock onto you. You stop just in time, pulling harshly on his tight balls, he lets out a whine as you remove your hand from his throat.

"I didn't hear you ask permission to cum." You move the fabric of his hero shirt, stretching the collar to bite down on his shoulder, harshly sucking and nipping until you were satisfied. A set of red teeth marks and gorgeous black bruises adorn his shoulder. Another set he will have to somehow hide.

"Fuck. You." He snarls quietly, trying to push you away but your nails bite into his balls before you give them a tight squeeze. He gulps down air as he watches your ass sashay away. Stopping just before the couch to point with an expectant finger.

"Now." You bite impatient as ever as he reluctantly makes his way to the couch. Glancing down the hallway praying that the two of you are quiet enough.

Last time the both of you were almost caught, your mouth wrapped tightly around his length as he was forced to have a conversation with his sleepy wife. You being the devil that you are, had slid two arched digits into his ass at the wrong time. Almost getting the two of you caught.

He came in your mouth as he told his wife "I love you."

Again his wedding band burns along with his heart but nothing beats the burning in his loins.

He swallows thickly, hands popping as he removes his gloves.

"We could've done this when I saw you earlier tonight." He bites, attempting to take control as he towers over you, large hand wrapping around your throat. Making sure you see stars but you hold his glare, hardly ready to give power to him.

At least not until he stops lying to himself by thinking he could actually play house with a boring, quirkless woman. What a waste of his seed.

"Such a dirty boy. You would've rather fucked me in the dark alley?" You purr, breaking his hold with a jab at his arm before you shove him on the couch behind you.

"Would you have liked that better because you would have been able to scratch my back against that brick again? Was it the thought of being caught that made your cock so hard for me?" You straddle him to remove his shirt and marvel over your work. A mix of bruises and bites from past battles and previous fucks. You bring your mouth to his ear, pulling the lobe between your teeth.

"Or maybe it's because you got to yell out my name when you came." A shudder runs through his body, his cock aches and twitches at the memory.

Of you looking so fucked out as you finally allowed him a moment of dominance. Your tits bouncing as he roughly pounded into your sopping pussy at one in the morning in a dimly lit alley. The sound of bodies clashing and throaty moans echoing back to him before you held your half lidded gaze with his, your throat marked by him for once. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your thick frame quaked in his arms, cunt grabbing onto him for all he was worth.

He hated to admit but it was the best cum of his life. Fucking into your tight pussy as hard as he wanted.

Your name, your real name, leaving his lips and his knees weak.

He swallows guilt whole as you ease off of him yanking down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free causing you to lick your lips and fight the urge to rub your thighs together for some desperately needed friction. You slide out of your suit easily as you step forward, legs slightly apart as your eyes stare hard at the man before you with a silent command.

He sucks his teeth but does not disobey as he lets his fingers find your soaked folds. He growls, swirling calloused digits around your swollen bud. Waiting for those thick thighs to shake before he reaches around to grab a hand full of your ass. Pulling your delicious and heavenly naked body towards him. Your nails bite into his forearm as you glare down at him.

"Did I say you could touch my ass peasant?" You hiss, bending over to grab his jaw tightly.

He sneers, baring his teeth as he replies.

"I'm not the dirty slut who's been breaking into houses and threatening heros to fuck them, Princess." He keeps up his quick pace, wanting nothing more than for you to come undone by his hand, on his command for once. Waiting for your thighs to quiver beneath him but instead you shove his arm away before he can slink to your core.

Straddling him, purposefully shoving your tits in his face with a single command.

"Suck." You say humping his length but never slipping onto him, he growls with each stroke, teeth nipping at your perked nipples waiting for the familiar feel of your velvet walls.

The house settles making a creaking noise that has Bakugou's hands on your hips, his throat closing up as he strains to listen. You grab onto his face harshly, letting your thumb pull at his lower lip before shoving it into his mouth, deep enough that he gags.

"I didn't tell you to stop." He wants to bite your thumb clean off and relish over the coppery tang that would flood his taste buds. But instead he gives your thumb an obedient suck.

He pulls away with a lewd pop, one hand twisting a sensitive bud while the other sucks, all the while your clit slides delightfully over him rocking yourself through your first three orgasms of the night.

As the third washes over you, you plunge onto his weeping cock and he can feel your pussy convulsing over your last high. Making you almost uncomfortably tight but you felt so good and full. You grab onto the couch beside his head staring into his eyes as you growl.

"Don't you dare come, I don't plan to stop until I squirt all over what's mine." He swallows thickly and answers before thinking.

"Yes, Princess." You smirk, having finally gotten something trained into him before you start the violent roll of your hips. His cock hitting all the right spots, already making the coil in your stomach tight.

"Touch me." You moan and his hands begin to roam over your body finding your hips that grind on him, and squeezing your ribs.

You were so tiny in his large hands yet you held so much power over him. The thought made his dick twitch, squeezing harder to keep himself from pumping up into you, he groans relishing your tightness around his girth.

"F...fuck Katsuki." You cry out, coming undone again, fucking your self through another impossible high.

He sees it on your face, how desperate you are for another release and he wants so badly to help you keep good on your promise and squirt all over what belongs to you. He should feel guilty, he should feel angry and disgusted over your words but instead all he feels is undeniable pleasure.

To be honest the thought of his wife wasn't on his mind at all.

He could see only you, sitting atop your throne using him as a living dildo, fucking yourself to greater highs.

"Peasant, help out your Princess." He thrusts into you harshly, reminding you of his own power angling his hips to snap just right. His dick slides along that sinful spongy spot that has your vision blurring. Still you see the sweat on his brow as he is ready to chase his own release. Fighting to keep himself from painting your walls white. Movement in the hallway catches your eye, you smirk looking down to see his eyes fluttering as he looks up at you.

"Make me cum first. Then I want to hear you cum." You squeeze his throat, making it that much harder for him to focus on not busting. He goes feral, pounding up into you carelessly and loudly grunting as best he can through your steely grip. You take your free hand and harshly rub over your clit until he's threatening to spill. You hold eye contact with a figure in the dark before you look into a deep set of crimson eyes.

Throwing your head back as you grind your hips to meet his until you're moaning entirely too loudly, squirting onto your, fingers, his lap and his chest.

As you promised.

Your pulsing cunt grabs onto his throbbing cock so tightly that he cannot take it. He groans as his hips sloppily piston and stutter.

"F...fuck fuck. Eris…" Head falling onto the back of the couch as he fills you to the brim. Your name leaving his lips with a final thrust.

"Bakugou?" A shaky voice calls out, harsh light flooding the living room showcasing what he had avoided for almost a year.

His wedding band burns against this ring finger, a lie lodged in his throat as he sits covered in a mixture of your slick and his seed. He looks to you with wide, angry eyes. His hands burning the skin on your bare ribcage. You smile, leaning down to kiss his horrified and angry face.

"Another day my naughty peasant." You smile with delight, apple appearing in your hand. You take a large bite out of the golden flesh and disappear into thin air.

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lovelylogans · 4 years

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I just came up with just like the worst prompt for a sideshire file: adult, sensible, reasonable Virgil finding out MCR is back and flipping out

the black parade

we’ll carry on, we’ll carry onand though you’re dead and gone, believe meyour memory will carry onwe’ll carry on

-welcome to the black parade, my chemical romance

part of the wyliwf verse.

ao3 | read my other fics | coffee?

warnings: food mentions, remus mentions, grief mentions, cryptid mentions, emotionally dealing with a deceased parent, let me know if i missed anything!

pairings: logince, moxiety

words: 4,824

notes: how dare you call this absolute gem of a prompt “the worst” also did i schedule this to come out on the day of the concert YES!!! the timeline is kinda hand-wavey on this one, so let’s just say it happens shortly after the main storyline and it makes sense for mcr to announce that news on that date and for it to fit in with the narrative i’m telling here, okay? okay! (the song roman is listening to is “bombastic” by bonnie mckee, and honestly sub in any mcr instrumentals for any song virgil is mentioned to be listening to this oneshot.)

patton first hears about it, surprisingly, from his son.

though logan isn’t quite as in tune (well, patton thinks it’s funny!) with the music scene as the sanders’ significant others—roman with pop and musicals, and virgil with his more eclectic taste—he is, of course, the most in tune with the news.

the mcr reunion certainly qualifies as news.

when patton opens the link his son has texted him, he stares at it for a few seconds, and says aloud, “ah.”

so, virgil is probably going absolutely feral.

back when patton had first gotten to know virgil, his interest in music had been surprising—the diner usually played soft music, jazz or old-timey songs or instrumentals, non-offensive songs that usually everyone could tolerate and talk over without noticing it very much, playlists swapping up so that employees on the same shift wouldn’t want to plug their ears if they ever heard buddy holly again.

now he knows that virgil doesn’t that over into his personal life, and that he mostly plays that music because it’s the kind of music his parents played when they ran the diner. when patton first sees virgil’s music collection, he was surprised, and then he thought about it more and it made sense. why else would he always be listening to music on his headphones, even when it was just the two of them?

now, it’s weird to even think that he’d thought virgil’s taste was ever, well. tame, he supposes. mainstream.

patton checks the time. it’s probably early enough that he can pass this off as a coffee break, and not to check that virgil has passed out in the midst of the diner.

patton’s trying to formulate the best way to ask “so, have you heard the news?” question in case patton is somehow the one to break it to him, but when he walks into the diner and listens to the music for a couple seconds, he doesn’t even need to bother asking. it speaks for itself.

to virgil’s credit, he isn’t blaring the entire mcr discography.

he is, however, blaring instrumental covers of what seems like the entire mcr discography.

or at least, the diner is—virgil’s nowhere in sight. patton just kind of assumes that he’s back in the kitchen, so he goes to sit at the counter, waiting for him to emerge with a tray or a rag, maybe not grinning, except for maybe that soft secretive smile he does sometimes, but probably humming along.

he doesn’t come out for a while—that’s pretty normal, this time of day, it is the early dinner rush—but then patton puts in an order for hot cocoa/coffee.

and he actually gets it. and he can smell that it’s not decaf. which means—

patton leans over the counter, and smiles at jean. “where’s v?”

“kitchen,” jean says.

“and he actually gave me something caffeinated at this time of day? are we sure this is virgil?”

jean laughs. “i guess he’s in a good mood, then.”

patton smiles down at his mug, tracing his pinky around its rim. “guess so.”

patton sips his way through about two-thirds of his mug before virgil emerges from the kitchen, towel swept over his shoulder, a carafe of coffee in each hand. which is mostly normal.

except he’s humming, and grinning, and instead of his usual purple flannel or hoodie, he’s wearing all black. there’s the flash of a band tee underneath the black hoodie he’s got on. patton hides his grin behind his mug.

“oh, hey,” virgil says, snapping out of his haze.

“so i guess i’m not about to break the news to you, huh?” patton teases.

“nah, you’re not,” virgil says, smiling still as he replaces the coffee carafes before he leans on the counter. the other servers, used to this, scoot around him in their quest to deliver food back and forth.

“we could time a visit to chris to go, if you want,” patton says. “since he lives in california.”

virgil looks incredibly tempted, before he says, “let’s think on it?”

patton nods and leans over the counter to kiss virgil on the cheek—a new thing he’s been doing lately, now that they’re dating—virgil ducks his head, flushing, like he does every time. patton can’t help the smile that springs onto his face, every time.

“i’m happy you’re happy about it, darling,” patton says.

“you’re ruining my street cred,” virgil mutters, blushing still.

patton fights his own grin. yeah, virgil’s street cred, his reputation rife with hoisting kids into his arms so they could better see the pastry display, and well-known for opening his door to anyone who had a last-minute stitching or alteration emergency, including a number of teary-eyed brides who’d invite him to their wedding on the spot, regularly slipping extra tips to his workers who were struggling, would definitely be harmed by his boyfriend—partner?—kissing him on the cheek.

what he says instead of any of that is, “you’re marathoning punk rock in the diner right now, honey, i don’t think your rep’s gonna get harmed from anything i do.”

virgil tilts his head, acknowledging this point. “you sticking around for dinner?”

“should be,” patton says. “i’ll text logan that i’m here.”

“mkay,” virgil says, and digs around in his pocket, fishing out his notepad and pen with a flourish. “wanna order now or later?”

patton probably shouldn’t use virgil’s good mood for his own benefit. he really, really shouldn’t. but he’s got a real craving, so…

“refill of hot cocoa/coffee, cheeseburger, fries?” patton tries, keeping his voice extra blasé.

a soft hum of acknowledgement as virgil scrawls it all down, and says, “cheddar cheese, right, or do you want colby jack?”

patton smiles. “cheddar cheese, please. oh, and some french silk pie?”

virgil tilts his head at patton with a look, fond and irked, and patton gives him a sheepish grin.

virgil sighs. “and french silk pie,” he grumbles, adding it on, and patton nearly crows with victory. he loses that battle when he can’t contain a soft “ha!” as virgil tops off his mug.

virgil rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile clinging around the edges of his mouth as he disappears back into the kitchen.

patton digs out his phone. get to virgil’s he’s just given me junk food AND caffeine AND a dessert!!!!!!!!!

He added vegetables, surely?

NONE!!!!!!!!!!!

a pause. I’ll be there shortly.

patton grins and tucks his phone back into his pocket. even if logan was better with nutrition than he was, logan was still weak for a good, artery-clogging meal once in a while. virgil handing them out on a silver platter? a rarity that practically demanded to be taken advantage of.

when his phone buzzes, and the bell jangles, patton turns to see logan and roman filing into the diner. patton picks up his mug of hot cocoa/coffee, and heads back to join roman and logan in a booth, sitting across from them.

“hi, roman,” patton says.

“i heard virgil is handing out junk food like it’s candy,” roman says excitedly. “i want to see if i can talk him into giving me endless soda refills, for once.”

“he’s refilled my hot cocoa/coffee,” patton says, gleeful. “my caffeinated hot cocoa/coffee.”

“chances are good!” roman practically cheers. “i wanna get, ooh, um—um, breakfast for dinner! like a platter of breakfast for dinner!”

“it’s worth a shot,” patton says. “logan?”

“me too,” logan decides. “i want pancakes.”

“trade you bites of french toast for bites of pancake?”

“deal.”

roman and logan fall into discussing the latest happenings around the town—stories about the little kids in dance classes, the latest courant goofs, the hottest pieces of old-lady gossip—and by the time virgil re-emerges from the kitchen, patton gets to watch him blink, bemused and a little startled, at the absence of patton at the counter.

biting back a giggle, patton leans out of the booth so virgil can see him more clearly, and virgil nods, maybe saying “ahhh” under his breath, and emerges from behind the counter.

“hey, what can i get—“

a moment, a brief moment, one that patton isn’t sure that roman or logan even notice—when they both turn, roman grinning and logan… looking polite, at least—virgil falters, eyes widening, and he swallows, eyes flashing with… something. and then—

“—you two?”

“hot cocoa/coffee and a stack of pancakes,” logan says, looking at virgil sidelong, and virgil nods, eyes wide and… strangely attentive? not that virgil isn’t usually attentive, it’s just that virgil looks like… well, virgil looks like something’s struck him and he’s realized Something and he’s paying even closer attention. or something.

“how many?”

“um,” logan says, and glances at patton, who mouths go for it so logan says, “five?”

“five pancakes, hot cocoa/coffee, got it,” virgil says, absent, and then he swallows again. “roman?” he says gruffly.

“i want the breakfast combo with bacon, and french toast, and waffles, and hashbrowns, and instead of the regular toast side thing can i do biscuits and gravy?”

“bacon, french toast, waffles, hash browns, biscuits and gravy instead of toast, got it,” virgil says, staring at him still. “drink?”

“cherry coke?”

“yeah, of course,” virgil says, strangely choked, and then he just kind of—does something weird? even by virgil standards. wait, especially by virgil standards.

virgil awkwardly puts a hand on roman’s shoulder, removes it, and then puts it back on his shoulder again, and when roman looks up at him with a bemused kind of smile, virgil leans in, halting and jerking, and then just kind of—hugs him?

it might actually be generous to call it a hug. he sort of wraps roman up in his arms, and his arms just kind of end up circling roman’s head, because he’s standing and roman’s sitting, and roman, bewildered, manages to reach up and pat virgil’s shoulder, and virgil pats roman’s hair in a reciprocal moment of oddness before he lets go of him and says “um, right, okay, i’ll put those orders in and get someone to bring out your drinks” and speedwalks away from any semblance of a lingering awkward moment.

“um,” roman says, and flicks his hand to correct his hair from where virgil mussed it up. “that was… kind of weird? that was weird, right?”

“that was strange,” logan agrees, at the same time patton says, “yep, definitely weird.”

the conversation moves forward slowly, and jean ends up dropping off their drinks (and! giving! patton! a! third!!! refill!) and then jean ends up… bringing out their food, too? with no healthy alterations, which is good. virgil even gives him some ice cream with his pie, so that patton can combine it in a slightly disgusting but very delicious mess.

and by the time the check comes, virgil hasn’t re-emerged from the kitchen. which. okay. it’s dinner rush. sure.

but usually, he at least comes out to say goodbye.

so patton digs out his phone, and sends him a you’re free to drop by the house once you close up! text.

and then he ends up walking home with logan and roman. or, well.

“um,” logan says, when they’re about fifteen feet from the prince’s studio and apartment, “dad?”

“huh?” patton says, distracted, before the look that roman and logan exchange clicks, and the whole “walking someone home” thing clicks, and his own teenage experiences, and he says, “oh! oh, right! right, right, right.”

“dad,” logan groans.

“you wanna get me out of the way so you two can do cute couple-y teenager things, right, i get you,” patton says, grinning still, backing away slowly. “your old man’s still hip, you know.”

“dad.”

“don’t mind me, i’m just gonna,” patton says, grinning still, and waves a hand vaguely. “i’m just gonna stare real closely at the, um, the town decorations over there, and, uh, you can come and tap me on the shoulder when you’re ready to keep walking home, yeah?”

patton turns his back at the same time logan makes a strangled, embarrassed noise, and roman giggles, and he hears logan say “i’m sorry about—that” and roman giggle and say “don’t be. you’re cute when you get all huffy, you know” and then patton’s out of earshot and stares very intently at the wreaths and garlands dotting the town.

his baby has a boyfriend. it’s cute. it’s puppy love. it’s the kind of tooth-achingly sweet first relationship and the subsequent milestones that patton could have ever hoped for his son, even if the concept of “logan” and “dating” were still two very strange concepts to combine. it also provides patton his lifetime quota of “good-natured teasing of my child” that was bestowed upon him the moment he became a dad.

there’s a tap on his shoulder, and he turns to see logan, who’s blushing, just a little bit.

“we really need to coordinate our walks home so this never happens again,” logan grumbles, already walking past him, and patton picks up the pace.

“aw, hon, don’t be embarrassed,” patton says. “it’s perfectly natural to—”

“no,” logan complains, and patton laughs even as he starts to croon, “logan and roman, sittin’ in a tree, k-i-s-s—”

“dad!”

⁂

patton’s humming quietly to himself by the time he hears his front door open, and he smiles.

“hey,” he calls, setting aside the book he’d been reading. well. attempting to read.

stomp, stomp, stomp, virgil clearing his boots of any lingering wetness that might track onto patton’s carpet. the susurrus of virgil taking off his bulky winter coat and tucking it in with the others in the coat closet. a kiss dropped on the top of patton’s head.

“hey,” virgil murmurs, and patton shuffles aside, tugging up his blanket, so that virgil has space to settle in beside patton, as most of the other spaces in the living room are taken up by laundry or books. this way, patton can cuddle him. patton may have plotted a little bit to ensure this development happened.

patton sighs happily as he tosses the blanket over virgil and snuggles into virgil’s side.

“rest of the shift go okay?” he asks, voice soft.

“yeah, it’s fine,” virgil murmurs, adjusting a little so that his arm settles soundly over patton’s shoulders.

“good,” patton murmurs, rests his head on virgil’s shoulder and fights off a yawn. the yawn is afforded a narrow victory. “that’s good.”

“you haven’t been staying up for me, have you?”

“nuh-uh,” patton fibs, and then, “okay, yes, but i got your text and i didn’t wanna be rude by just being asleep when you got here.”

“i wouldn’t have been offended by you being well-rested,” virgil murmurs.

“you’re gonna say that i should—”

“—get ready for bed, yeah,” virgil finishes, sounding amused. “you know, i bet you’re so tired because—”

“don’t say it,” patton complains, even as virgil’s standing and tugging patton to his feet.

“—because of caffeine crash,” virgil finishes triumphantly. “you got way more caffeine than you’re used to this time of day, and—”

patton groans as he stamps up the stairs, even though he’s holding virgil’s hand the whole way, pulling him all the way into his bed.

“stay here,” patton commands. “i’m gonna do what you want.”

“you say that like i’m not just asking you put on your pajamas and brush your teeth,” virgil says, amused, and patton rolls his eyes even as he bends to kiss virgil.

“the next one will be minty-fresh,” patton informs him, before he flounces off to the bathroom. the last thing he sees is virgil sitting on his bed and bending to remove his boots, a smile playing about his lips.

when he comes back, virgil’s tugging on a t-shirt, one he’d left the last time he spent the night, and patton flops happily onto his bed, watching as virgil smooths down the hem. virgil turns, and patton pats the other side of the bed.

“minty-fresh, huh?” virgil asks, as he lifts the covers and slides into place.

patton grins at him. “shameless,” he teases, before he leans in to kiss virgil, and patton can taste that virgil had brushed his teeth, too, probably before he’d even come over, the kiss soft and sleepy, and patton smiles as they pull back.

“love you,” patton says, and presses a kiss to virgil’s shoulder for emphasis.

“i love you too,” virgil says. “lamp off?”

“yeah, sure,” patton says, and virgil leans up. the room’s doused in darkness. patton reaches for virgil and settles his head onto virgil’s chest.

“your shift was really okay, though?” patton asks, shifting in place to get comfy.

“yeah, ‘course,” virgil says, and adjusts slightly himself, settling his hand on patton’s shoulder blade.

“you sure?”

“why wouldn’t i be sure?”

“because,” patton says, “and, no pressure whatever you decide, but you got kinda weird with roman, and i’m wondering if it was just a momentary fluke of weirdness or something that you maybe wanted to talk about.”

virgil freezes. patton feels him tense.

“oh,” virgil says quietly. “that.”

“yeah,” patton says softly, and leans a little so that he can try to see virgil’s face with the slivers of light slanting through his blinds from the half-moon tonight.

virgil chews his lip for a few seconds, before he blurts out, “remus liked mcr.”

oh. roman’s dad.

patton had met him once, one time, if you could even call it meeting—he’d accidentally eavesdropped on a conversation between virgil and remus, and that’s how he’d known that remus was going to become a father. patton had asked virgil about him, after, and virgil had said he was an old friend, promised to introduce patton to him, maybe introduce remus’ kid to logan, once he was out of the womb.

and then he’d died. and virgil hadn’t talked about him very much since.

“yeah?” patton prompts, voice gentle and soft.

“yeah,” virgil says, a little rough, and he clears his throat, squirming a little. “uh—he mostly liked stuff that most people… didn’t really like, i guess. stuff outside of the norm. he had the biggest cd collection of anyone i knew. metal, punk rock, screamo, witch house.” a flicker of a smile. “medieval folk rock.”

“medieval folk rock?” patton says, voice edged in a laugh.

“if it was weird, he liked it,” virgil says. “god, the things he’d play on the radio, sometimes… we’d be going to egg someone’s house or something, and he’d be blaring slavic polka or ectofolk or just—” virgil snorts, “—one time, he just kept playing it’s a small world. for a week. i could’ve strangled him.”

“he sounds like he was funny,” patton offers.

“you’d have to have a very specific sense of humor to find him funny,” virgil says.

“did you?” patton says. “find him funny, i mean.”

“mm. sometimes. some things he said, i thought he was funny. others… others kind of scared me,” virgil says. he clears his throat. “remus didn’t particularly have a filter when it came to gross, taboo ideas, and he wasn’t shy about sharing them. doing them, sometimes. he was voted most likely to go to prison when he graduated from sideshire high.”

patton doesn’t really know what to say to that. so he just says, “ah.”

“i’m not sure if you would have liked each other,” virgil says.

“hey,” patton says, frowning.

“oh, you would have tried,” virgil says. “remus would have seen you were trying. he’d say something as a test, something you’d get uncomfortable with. you’d be polite about it and try to change the subject. but remus probably would have seen that you were uncomfortable with the stuff he said, and he would have delighted in grossing you out even more.”

patton considers this, before he says, “like boys on the playground who chase people with a worm on a stick to get everyone to squeal, or something?”

virgil huffs out a laugh. “sure,” he says. “that’s a good enough way to put it. tame, when it’s applied to remus, but… yeah. that’s the gist of it.”

“so,” patton says. “mcr.”

“and seeing roman, sitting there…” virgil says, and exhales a huge, gusting sigh. “face-wise, he looks so much like his dad.”

“face-wise?”

“remus was taller,” virgil says. “i know roman’s not done growing yet, so they might even out, but—but remus had a longer torso, shorter legs. different ears. remus always had dark under-eye circles. there’s something about the hands, too, i think. he was clumsier. had a less muscular build. remus wasn’t much of a dancer—well, he could lift isadora, but that’s about it, and i think that’s mostly because she’s tiny.”

“got it.”

“plus, i mean, remus was white, and since isadora's mexican, roman clearly isn't white, but—but roman’s face… i mean, slap a mustache on there and a white streak in his hair, and put that plotting look on his face that he gets sometimes, and i don’t think i’d be able to tell them apart.”

“like the plotting look like he had at dinner tonight,” patton realizes quietly.

“yeah,” virgil says, then, again, a little choked up. “yeah.”

patton wiggles closer and hugs virgil tighter.

“you could tell him about him,” patton suggests quietly. “roman about remus, i mean. i bet he’d love to know.”

“maybe,” virgil says. “i spent most of shift thinking about it. i just—you know.”

“miss him?”

“yeah.”

patton isn’t very familiar with grief; his grandparents, barring his granny lorelai, all died either before he was born or when he was a baby. the handful of funerals he went to were for people that he didn’t know very well—relatives he’d seen three times before, old “family friends” that his parents had fallen out of touch with, a couple business partners of his father’s—and so the only part he’s familiar with is this part. the comforting part.

“i’m sorry,” patton says quietly. “is there anything i can do?”

virgil let out a shaky exhale, and his grip tightens. “this is good.”

“okay,” patton says, and holds him tighter. “okay.”

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i came to win, win, win, better show me what you goti came to bring the fire ‘cause you know i like it hotgonna win, win, win, ‘cause i’m full of tiger bloodi’m vicious like a viper and i’m ready to turn it on!

roman bops his head absentmindedly, headphones soundly on his ears, focus… maybe not quite so sound, but he’s at least holding a pencil and looking at his homework, so he thinks that counts as an attempt at focus on this stupid homework. like, who even needs proofs in real life?

so when a cup that looks like it’s full of soda is set in front of him, roman’s eager to hit pause and set down his pencil, looking up at his deliverer.

“uh, hey,” virgil says. “you busy?”

“not really,” roman lies brightly, pushing aside his homework. virgil’s eyes narrow when he sees it.

“you’re doing homework.”

“it can wait,” roman says, putting down his pencil. “seriously, it can wait. i want it to wait.”

“yeah, kid, that’s half the problem,” virgil retorts, tilting the textbook a little so that he can read, and his brow furrows. “geometry proofs?”

“like i said,” roman says, shoving his papers into the textbook before he closes it, “it can wait.”

“yeah, i guess,” virgil says, and he slides into the seat across from roman, holding onto his own beverage—a mug, probably with decaf coffee, or something—which he’s tap-tap-tapping his fingernails against. “uh. still not a math person?”

“yeah, archi-melancholy, because most people going into dance and theater and the fine arts are so well-known to be math people,” roman quips, and virgil smiles, just a little.

“archimedes joke?”

“i tried,” roman says. “again. not a math person.”

he takes a sip. cherry coke. the actual good kind with caffeine and full sugar and everything. which means that either virgil’s good mood has lasted two days—doubtful, considering he’s fidgeting with his mug—or he’s about to attempt a vague Emotional Talk, or something. he’s pretty sure he picked up the habit of giving people food they like as a special treat whenever there’s the possibility of upset from patton. or maybe it started with patton. who knows.

“so, uh,” virgil says. “what’re you listening to?”

“pop song,” roman says. “after your time. i think it’s too young for you. and it’s also, like, slightly cheerful and confidence-boosting.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you’ve been sneak-playing mcr for the past two days,” roman says accusingly.

“they’re a good band,” virgil protests, and then, with an affected, forceful casualness, “your dad liked them too.”

roman pauses. hearing about his dad is kind of like… well, honestly, it’s kind of like hearing about bigfoot, or mothman, or yetis, or some other kind of cryptid. sure, people might have seen him. roman never had. sure, people had interacted with him. roman hadn’t. sure, people had stories about him. roman didn’t. sure, people might have blurry, strange pictures that roman had touched, stared at, seen his whole life. roman didn’t have one with him, not even his dad holding him as a baby. remus duke is almost a larger-than-life, obscure piece of sideshire mythology. remus duke, the famous horror author, with the tragic death, who’d once been the mysterious partner in crime with local loner virgil, who’d bravely volunteered to co-parent with the fearsome isadora prince. people might have seen him. believed in him.

roman feels like a cryptid hunter, sometimes. like he’s doomed to always be questing out into the mysterious unknown, searching for some evidence, some form of personal connection, some story that’s his. he’s almost always come up empty.

doesn’t stop him from turning back for another quest.

he takes another sip. and, in an affected, forcefully casual tone, he says, “did he?”

virgil clears his throat. “yeah. uh—yeah.”

“that’s… cool,” roman says.

“i kind of—“ virgil coughs. “i mean, i, uh. sorry for the whole awkward… hugging thing. i just—you know. i think he would have been happy. to hear they were back together.”

roman swallows and looks down into his cup. “oh.”

he would have been happy. roman hears that sometimes. apparently, his dad would have been happy that he turned out dancing like his mom. apparently, his dad would have been happy that he had once tackled a mean kid at sideshire for calling logan annoying. apparently, his dad would have been happy that my chemical romance reunited.

it’s not like roman would know.

roman taps his fingernails against the cup and looks back up at virgil, before he says, “were they his favorite?”

“huh?”

“my chemical romance,” roman elaborates. “were they my dad’s favorite band?”

“ah, no,” virgil says. “no. he, uh—he liked a lot of bands. his favorites changed a lot. but he liked, um—he liked the residents, and captain beefheart and the magic band. oh, and rockbitch.”

roman’s lip twitches. “captain beefheart?”

“it was a band from the sixties,” virgil says. “lots of experimental stuff. he liked everything as long as it was weird.”

“yeah, i’ve heard,” roman says.

virgil hesitates, before he says, “once, he just played it’s a small world on loop for a week.”

roman cringes at the very idea. virgil laughs.

“yeah, i think that reaction was half the reason,” he says. “i think i, um. i think i’ve still got his cd collection in some boxes, stored away. he had the biggest music collection of anyone i’d ever met. i think the idea of spotify or music streaming the way we’ve got now would’ve given him heart palpitations.”

“of stress?”

“of excitement,” virgil corrects, and his lips twitch up in a bittersweet kind of smile. “he would have hacked the diner playlist and stuffed it full of rickrolling and a ten-hour gregorian chant remix and cotton eye joe and peanut butter jelly time and some pirate shanties, with, like, jesus take the wheel and that one song about christmas shoes thrown in for color.”

roman laughs, and virgil looks relieved.

“but, i figured,” virgil says, and shrugs. “i think you like music even more than him, maybe. so if you’ve got a stereo somewhere, you could—you could take any cd you want from it. i’m sure your mom would be thrilled to hear the dulcet tones of tuvan throat singing blaring in the apartment again.”

“okay,” roman says, and his voice comes out more eager than he means it to. “i—yeah, okay. i’d like that.”

“yeah?” virgil says.

“yeah,” roman says.

“uh, virgil?” jean calls. “the oven’s doing the smoking thing again!”

virgil curses under his breath, getting to his feet, before he taps his fingers against the table. “just—let me know when, yeah? i can show you the mcr album he doodled all over. practically gave it new cover art.”

“okay,” roman says.

“and do your homework!” virgil shouts over the din of concerned customers, even as he’s heading for the kitchen.

roman sighs, but tugs his textbook closer and opens it again.

the smile reappears on his face when, a couple songs later, a g-note rings throughout the diner.

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I’m busy watching the Jeremy stream so here’s a “basic” summary as I go along

Question 1: What would each of the paladins get Lance for his birthday?

Pidge - a new video game

Shiro - something practical like a new weapon

Allura - handmade Altean necklace

Hunk - he’s birthday cake duty because he’s the best chef in the universe

Coran - some weird disgusting Altean treat

Keith - “not really affectionate” so his presence would probably be enough

Question 2: What would Lance and the paladins do for his birthday?

Lance is “all about himself” so probably throw a big-ass birthday bash, maybe go back to the mermaid planet and hang out there, or any water-related planet because Lance is a surfer/beach boy. Overall just have a beach party

Question 3: Do the paladins ever wash their clothes seeing as they only have one outfit each?

Yeah, they have to have had some kinda washer/dryer on the castle or maybe they just have seven copies of the same outfit, or maybe Altean tech is so advanced your clothes are washed and dried in 2 seconds. But yeah, they don’t have a change of clothes

Question 4: If Finn (Jeremy’s other character from Adventure Time) and Lance had to switch places what would their reactions be?

Finn would kinda be like woah, what is happening but then pick up a sword and go for it because there’s evil that needs to be dealt with. Lance would probably deal with it worse because he wouldn’t like things changing suddenly and things being out of hand for no reason. He’s comfortable with his life and the people he’s around so he’d probably be a little more freaked out.

Question 5: Which character would Lance play as in SuperSmash Bros and Mario Kart?

For SuperSmash: Link (that’s also who Jeremy plays as) and for Mario Kart: maybe Mario. (Jeremy likes playing as Toad)

Question 6: (this is a long one so gonna try to condense it) What’s the sitch with Lance’s dad and did Lance try and step up as a role model for his younger siblings? How did this affect his interactions with the rest of the team?

Jeremy is “pretty sure” Lance’s dad is still in the picture (welp) and that he probably has a lot of little siblings/nieces/nephews who looked up to him. He’s always wanted to try to be responsible and seen as a role model. This also affects how he treats everyone else as well as his personality, how he's always like “Hey, look I can do it!”.

His definite character arc is him starting out as a little immature and wanting to be The GuyTM but throughout the show, we see that Lance is capable and does have a sense of responsibility. He ends up being very loyal and realises that other people are better leaders at times. He’s learning to know when to follow and when to lead.

We’ll get to see how Lance interacts with his family in season 7 and 8 (!!!). We’re gonna see another side to him. We’ll get to see another side to a lot of characters, their more fun, sensitive and casual sides around their families and loves ones.

Question 7: What was your favourite thing to do at comic con?

The Adventure Time and Voltron panels were scheduled at the same time so Jeremy pretty much Naratu ran to the Voltron panel halfway through. He enjoyed seeing the Star Wars stuff and also riding around San Diego on a moped (whilst trying not to knock people off the sidewalk. Jeremy please honey, wear a helmet)

Question 8: How would each Paladin react to Lance’s birthday. Would he even mention it?

The team takes the small moments to chill. Off-screen there’s probably been a lot of downtime being spent in boredom. They’d probably have a party, cake the whole shebang. It also depends on whether they have a mission. Keith would probably say happy birthday. They don’t have a bad relationship, they’re all friends, practically family. “Probably get a little Keith nod like hey, happy birthday” (imagine Jeremy attempting a Keith impression its adorable). That’s all that Keith would say. He’s “a man of few words”.

Question 9: Lance has always kinda been the second choice, starting with only bumping up to fighter class when Keith got expelled. Will he ever get the chance to be someone’s first choice and not a rebound?

In some areas, Lance has been the first choice e.g. the first paladin of new to pilot the Blue Lion. As he grows as a person he’s become more dependable. Going forward, people would choose him for different types of missions. “I think he’s gonna be somebody’s first choice, not just a rebound. He’s a funny guy, a good-looking funny dude, he’s got lots of skills so yeah, he’d be someone’s first choice. Heck yeah!” (insert adorable smile)

Question 10: if the members from Make Out Monday (Jeremy’s band) were paladins which lions would they pilot and why?

Zack - Black Lion, he has a good vision for everything, the backbone, creative and smart, “the leader”

Jeremy would still pilot red. He’s the right-hand man kinda guy

Seth - probably pilot yellow, he’s the drummer, he holds everything together

John - maybe the green lion. He’s smart, has to be precise with his guitar solos

Question 11: We’ve seen Lance isolating himself a lot by playing video games and training alone. Will he have some time to bond with any of his teammates like Keith or the Real Shiro? And will there be any Garrison flashbacks for Lance like there was for Keith in season 6?

This season as they’re travelling back, there’s gonna have to stick together. They’re gonna be cramped and having to spend a loooot of time with each other whether they want to or not, so some of the comedy will come from that. There’s a lack of resources since they no longer have the caslte, so they need to bond with each other and become a tight-knit group again. There’s gonna be interactions “with Real Shiro, Keith (now that he’s back), Allura, pretty much everybody.”

As far as flashback go, there are a lot of flashbacks with Shiro and Keith. There are flashbacks with a few of the characters, whether they feature a lot or a little Jeremy can’t say. Jeremy can’t really remember off the top of his head. You will at least get to see Lance with his family a lot when they get back to Earth.

Question 12: Out of everyone on the team, who takes Lance the most seriously? Who would give him the strength and room to grow into who he truly is? Who do you think is the best person to help him realise his full potential?

Shiro is a good leader and can see potential in all of his teammates, even if they and others don’t see that themselves. He would be a good candidate to help Lance see his strengths and hidden abilities and help him grow. And as Keith becomes more of a leader, he’ll start getting some of those leaderly qualities as well. Allura as well will also be a really close friend to help Lance reach his full potential and visa versa.

Question 13: Have you learnt more about Cuba since voicing Lance?

Jeremy’s tried to expand his knowledge on Cuba. He thinks their food is awesome and loves the culture.

Question 14: What drew you to Lance as a character and made you want to be his voice?

He’s a very fun character, to have funny one-liner’s and be the comic relief somtimes is great and its a blast to make the rest of the cast/crew laugh. He was attracted to the project because it was Dreamworks, Netflix and also the makers of ATLA and LoK which he loved watching. He looked at the profile and was like “Yeah, I can do this. He’s basically Space Sokka soooo”

Question 15: What would Lance’s favourite meme be?

“Lance is like a living meme.” “Probably anything that has stupid flirty cheesy humour”, or the Drake meme (that’s Jeremy’s favourite as well)

Question 16: What song would Lance sing to impress a significant other?

One of his favourite songs is Sexy Back by Justin Timblerlake (Jeremy why), but he would probably sing something more like a serenade song. All Of Me by John Legend is a great song, so if he tried to impress someone that would be it.

Question 18: Seeing as the paladins have been in space for at least a year, do you think Lance’s family have stopped looking for him/think he is dead? How did Lance and Hunk’s family find out they were missing? Did the Garrison send them a message or was it through a newscast?

People have definitnely noticed they’re gone. Both Hunk and Lance’s families are very loving and caring, so they’d continue to search for Lance and Hunk until they got a definite answer, they probably don’t assume they’re dead.

They probably would have gotten a message from the Garrison.

Question 19: What was your favourite song you wrote for Make Out Monday (Jeremy’s band)?

His favourite to write was Bullet For Your Sweetheart and Kissaphobic (both are really awesome, they’re definintely worth a listen!)

Question 20: Have you watched Voltron in any other langauge? Seeing as every voice actor for the different dubs has their own version of Lance, if you had to meet any of the other Lances, what would you ask them?

Voicing the character, you have to have a good understanding of them and what they would like/think of things so that when you peform the lines they feel more natural. You also work with the writing team and creators because they also have their own ideas of who the character is, its very much a collaboration.

Jeremy’s never met anyone who’s played the dubbed versions of his characters. He heard a Finn dub the one time and its interesting to hear how they interepted his voice.

He thinks the most interesting question to ask would be what their first impression was when they heard his performance.

Question 21: Would you associate any Singing At Last songs with Lance? What songs would you attribute to Lance?

Jeremy’s favourite song is Turning Page. He doesn’t really know any other songs so he asked the questioner what she would reccomend. She answered Venus and Mercury (she was really sweet).

Question 22: If you were stuck out in space without a fast way back to Earth, what would you do on your trip back?

First off he’d panic, but hopefully try get some communications device to let people know he’s alive like, “Houstin there’s a problem, I’m stuck in space.” If he couldn’t figure out a way to get home, he’d make the best of it, settle down on a nice planet, enjoy the local delicacies. He reccomends trying to crash down on a beach planet and hand out with the locals.

FINALE - everyone from the livestream sang happy birthday to Lance (there was a bit of a time delay but its the thought that counts!)

Jeremy’s parting words: I never cease to be amazed by the passion and love you have for all the shows I get to be a part of, the characters and me as a person. I’m really thankful to have such great fans and that you love the work that I do. If it was not for you guys I wouldn’t be able to do the work that I do. So I’m very thankful for you guys and I think you guys are just awesome. You guys make me happy and put a smile on my face and you guys are just a great bunch so thank you.”

#i did this instead of working on my project #hehe #but seriously jeremy is such a sweetheart #jeremy shada #voltron #lance #lance birthday #vld interview #voltron interview #voltron legendary defender #vld #vld cast #voltron cast #voltron livestream

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Christian Music Notable Releases for 2016

Christian music aside, twenty sixteen was a year for the books. We witnessed the well-deserved Cleveland Cavs championship (I hail from Northeast Ohio). We experienced one of the most legendary — or should I say stressful and comical — election years ever. Celebrity deaths seemed to be at an all-time high and we finally saw the return of Gilmore Girls. Finally. It was a year that has left its mark on all of us in many ways.

Christian Music Notable Releases for 2016

2016 was also a great year for CCM (Contemporary Christian Music). From the somewhat anti-climatic DC Talk reunion announcement, to the increase of Christian artists making their way into the “mainstream” airways, Christian Music had a great year.

Like every year before it, there are always some albums that stick out more then others. I am going to share with you what I think were some of the biggest releases of the year. Now I want to for warn you that I do listen to other genres outside of the CCM field. However, I want to keep this article to the albums that made the biggest mark on Christian music in 2016. Without further ado lets begin … and if you’d like to give a listen to the albums while you read my thoughts, I put together a playlist for you here:

#5. Have it all – Bethel Music (various Artists):

Not many worship albums do I find it easy to listen to straight through. Most of the time I find myself skipping around and reconfiguring the track listing. This album was definitely an exception. Each song seems to move seamlessly into the next creating an intimate worship experience. Some of the note worthy songs are: Lion and the lamb by Leeland. Leeland has always been a solid songwriter and I feel this one is no exception. Pieces by Steffany Gretzinger is another great song on this album. Her songs have an amazing way of brining on personal reflection and provoking thought.

For worship leaders this album had a select few tracks that would be great for a Sunday morning setting. Making this a great album for personal quiet times and reflection.

Learn More and Purchase: Have It All by Bethel Music

#4. American Prodigal – Crowder:

Crowder’s sophomore album was gritty. He has again redefined his sound and discovered a new way to make worship anything but ordinary. Calling this sound swamp rock, Crowder encompasses sounds from the south as well as some classic hymn styles songs. I don’t feel like it was better then Neon Steeple, however, it was a solid album through and through. Every song is catchy and memorable. Crowder even reached out to two hip-hop artists from Reach Records to feature on two of his songs. Tedashii & KB were both great additions to this project. Some songs worth mentioning are Run Devil Run, Prove it ft. KB, and my personal favorite All My Hope. Although I miss the David Crowder days, this projects proving a real success.

Learn More and Purchase: American Prodigal by Crowder

#3. Good Religion – Dream Junkies:

Having only experienced the West Coast once I am no expert at Southern California Culture. However, this album took me straight across the country and put me right on a sunny boardwalk enjoying the great atmosphere of LA. I found this album later in the year and immediately fell in love with its tracks. This group is composed of three solid solo acts that when put together become a collaboration for the ages. John Gives, Beleaf, and Ruslan bring three different dynamics that blend so very well. Normally I don’t think these guys would fit the CCM Category but this act has a great message that needs to be shared to churched and un-churched alike. One disclaimer this album has some mild urban language, while fitting and relevant to the message of the album, it does contain words that are not usually equated to the Contemporary Christian Music culture and can be seen as offensive. Tracks to check out are Boogie Man, I got the Juice, and Left Coast ft. Murs.

Learn More and Purchase: Good Religion by Dream Junkies

#2. H A R D L O V E – Needtobreath:

This is the sixth studio album from the Carolina boys. Its also the follow up the their biggest album to date. After the success of the song Brother ft. Gavin DeGraw, they launched this album to a larger fan base including those outside the CCM realm. H A R D L O V E has again given the band a chance to redefine their sound. This album goes a little more soulful then the previous albums. I had the opportunity to catch them on their Tour de Compadres with great supporting acts. These guys have no problem recreating their sound from the album and producing it live on stage. Tracks to listen to include: Hard Love, No Excuses, and Be Here Long. I recommend taking this album on a road trip.

Learn More and Purchase: H A R D L O V E by NEEDTOBREATH

#1. To Be Everywhere Is To Be Nowhere – Thrice:

This Album is the best thing from Thrice since the Alchemy index project in 2008. After taking a little hiatus and allowing Dustin Kensrue (Lead singer) to lead worship for Mars Hill Church under Mark Driscoll, they have come back and have not held anything back. In 2014 the band announced that they will be reuniting to put more music out, and it was worth the wait. To Be Everywhere Is To Be Nowhere (TBEITBN) has the grungy sound that you have come to expect from Thrice while bringing relevant lyrics that cover topics such as war, oppression, and just regular ole politics. But don’t let this deter you from giving it a listen; this album invites you to critically think about life, religion, and politics, while letting you decide for yourself what you believe. With that being said here are some tracks to check out: Hurricane, Blood on the Sand, and Black Honey.

Learn More and Purchase: To be Everywhere is to be Nowhere by Thrice

I look forward to what 2017 has to offer, if its anything like twenty sixteen then it will be a great year. I am going to leave you with the honorable mentions that just didn’t quite make the cut.

Twenty-One Pilots/Mutemath – TØPxMM EP

Switchfoot – Where the Light shines Through

Hillsong United – Of Dirt and Grace

All Sons and Daughters – Poets and Saints

Guest post by Jeff Rettig.

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Kouga x Kagome fix 9

Lost and Found

Chapter 9

When Stars Go Blue

It had taken some convincing, but Kouga was right. She needed to get out. She suggested a walk, but he proposed a real night out. She’d never been on one of those. Spread across her room were all of her dresses, all summery and bright, but also far too… young.

She couldn’t understand why this was such a fuss, but she just couldn’t decide. At first she hadn’t cared about what to wear, when she pulled out a random dress. All was fine until she looked in the mirror. It all went downhill from that point.

She threw her hands up in frustration, an angry huff escaping her before flopping down into the pile of clothes on her bed. Perhaps she should have just put on her old robes. No. She couldn’t. The new pieces of the past had brought forth a new realization. She had to move on. It would take time, and she knew it, but the miko of time also knew that she couldn’t live in the past forever. Even Inuyasha it seemed, had wanted her to move on. To be happy.

A knock pulled her out of her thoughts, the door sliding open.

“Kagome?” Miyu stepped into the room, looking around the mess, letting out a chuckle. “Can’t find anything to wear?”

“Nooo.” She groaned, throwing an arm over her eyes.

“Come, let me see if I have something for you.” Kagome peeled her eyes open as her arm was pulled, setting her upright.

Miyu dug through her closet as Kagome watched.

“You don’t have to do this, it’s just dinner with Kouga, I don’t get why I’m fussing so much anyways.” She said, knotting her fingers together. Why WAS she fussing so much? A dress nearly had her in a panic! What the hell was wrong with her?

“Nonsense. It’s your first time going out somewhere other than the hardware store, or the grocer.” Said the woman, pulling out a covered hanger with an ‘aha!’. Kagome stood as the bag was laid across the bed. “Here, this should be your size.”

Excitement moved Kagome forward, unzipping the bag. A dress, a deep blue, not too fancy, but enough that it wasn’t a flowery summer dress. She lifted it, holding it against her. Quarter length sleeves, and a skirt that flowed just passed her knees. It was soft to the touch except for a tiny beaded pattern along the hem.

“Well, go try it on!” Miyu urged, Kagome rushing into her room to do exactly that. The woman gasped as her daughter returned, her smile reaching each ear. “You look beautiful.” She whispered, holding her close.

“This dress. It’s what’s beautiful, where did you ever get this?” Asked The miko, never having seen her mother wear such a thing.

“No dear, you are beautiful.” Miyu took a breath, turning her daughter to face the mirror. “I wore this to my first dinner with your father.” Kagome’s eyes went wide as she spun. “It’s yours now. He’d be so proud to see who you’ve become. You’ve done such amazing things, things that people will never understand. They will never know the things you’ve seen, the events you’ve lived, but I know he has been watching over you with joy. I’m sure he thinks you’re beautiful, as much as Kouga will.” Kagome laughed.

“Mom!” She cried, wiping her face once more. “Kouga’s… he’s just… I mean 500 years ago he -” he would have. What about now? Why did this suddenly bother her so much?

“Come now, let’s do something about that hair hm?”

******

By the time the doorbell rang, Kagome had paced her room a thousand times, put her shoes on, taken them off, and fussed with her hair a hundred times more than that, and now she felt herself rooted to the spot, hand clenched around her doorhandle so tight that her knuckles paled.

“Kagome!” Her mother called. Kouga. Who else could it be? He was waiting for her. She should probably go, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move a muscle. Not even as footsteps approached her door. The handle turned and she stopped it from moving. “Kagome, it’s me.” The miko opened the door, her mother stepping inside.

“Are you okay honey?” She asked, rubbing Kagome’s upper arms.

“I’m scared.” She admitted, looking up at her mum.

“You don’t have to go, I’m sure he’d understand, you’ve had a long day. I can go tell him if you -”

“No, I want to go. I do, honest, but I haven’t lived… I mean this life, it’s so…”

“I know. This is a big step. Its okay to be afraid.” She didn’t need to say any more, Kagome understood, and as per usual her mother was right. She had face down demons, screamed in the face of powerful enemies that could have obliterated her in one attack. She slapped a cocky wolf demon for calling her his. She could do this.

“I’m ready.” She said, grabbing her bag and giving her mother a steadying hug before leaving her room and her mom behind.

Kouga waited at the bottom of the stairs. He tapped his toes and crossed his fingers repeatedly. He couldn’t sit still. He had asked her to go out, even just as friends he couldn’t find himself to be calm. He was so goddamn nervous. Had he pressed too hard? Perhaps he should have given her some time, but he was honestly and truly terrified. If she burrowed too far down the rabbit hole, would he be able to help her out of it? His thoughts were stopped dead at a pair of footsteps coming to the stairs. Fast at first, but as they began to descend they slowed.

Kouga turned and he couldn’t help his sharp intake of breath. She was stunning. Never in his centuries had he seen such a beautiful sight, the only one that came close was the first time he had laid eyes on the little miko that stole his heart. He moved to greet her, meeting her on the bottom step so they were nearly eye to eye. He couldn’t find the words, even as he reached to brush a stray hair behind her ear.

“You- you’re.” He let out a huff of air, smiling. “The light of the jewel, could never shine in comparison to what I see before me now.” The words had bloomed from his lips faster than he could catch them. The blush that formed on her cheeks made it completely worth it.

“You were always one for showy words.” She said, unable to look him in the eye until his hand found her chin, steering her to his gaze.

“And I have meant every single one.”

“Kouga…” Kagome’s voice was soft, her face so hot she was sure it would burn his hand. Her stomach had learned acrobatics and her heart seemed to be pounding faster than she knew it could. The wolf shook his head as he took her hand, leading her down the stairs.

“Come on, the night won’t stay young forever.” Kagome couldn’t help but smile at his excitement as he lead her out the door, her flats tapping the ground as he lead her down the steps and into his black jeep. She hadn’t even noticed her grandfather and Souta walking up the street.

They reached the house and found Miyu on the steps, leaning on the gate.

“Ma! Was that-”

“Mhmm.”

“What on earth is that girl doing?” Asked Grandpa, leaning on his cane.

“Taking a leap.” Said Miyu, helping her father into the house.

****

Kagome had stepped out of the jeep, staring up at the restaurant Kouga had brought her to. Music, jazz perhaps poured out from the patio and into the parking lot. Kouga rested a hand on her arm before Kagome looked away and back at him. The entire drive she could barely keep her eyes off of him. She nearly missed a step when she had seen him waiting for her. He sported black dress pants and a white button up shirt, the sleeves were rolled to his elbows. The boots he usually wore were exchanged for a pair of dressier ones, his hair was tied of course with a black elastic, the band around his forehead abandoned. Then of course, he looked at her. The poor miko didn’t know what hit her. She was lost in a sea of blue, brighter than the most exquisite sapphire. Even now, she stole glances, or tried to in the dim light of the restaurant.

“Wait here.” He said, leading her to a seat before heading to the greeter. They talked briefly than he returned, leading her to the table. She was so nervous!

“Your waiter will be here momentaril.” Said the woman placing menus before them.

“Do you like it?” Asked Kouga, his miko was far too quiet.

“It’s amazing. How did you find this place?” The live band, candle lit tables, the food smelled exquisite. Close to the stage was a small area where a few people danced.

“I know someone who works here.” He said with a shrug. For a first time out in years, this was… a shock. She was enthralled, a half smile stretched across her face as she drank it in. Kouga could have watched that face forever. He’d waited so long to see her again, and even now… he just couldn’t get enough. He feasted on the sight like a starving child, like a blind man seeing for the first time.

The band stopped their song and Kagome looked over as one of the waitresses was beckoned onto the stage, a bouncing red ponytail flowing behind her.

“So, what do you want to eat hn? We didn’t just come for the music right?” He asked, giving her menu a nudge. She looked down an immediately opened it.

“I almost forgot!” She squeaked, stealing a glance up at Kouga before returning to the menus. “It all looks so good!” How long had it been since she’d eaten somewhere other than home?

“Have whatever you want Kags, this is your night.” He said, glancing to the stage as the band piped up again. The tone was chipper, guitars playing a lighter tune. Kouga smirked as Kagome swayed. How long had it been since she’d listened to music? Really listened, and enjoyed it? She let out a slight gasp as her menu was snapped shut, one of her hands grabbed in a larger callused one. “Come.” He grunted leading her to her feet and through the sea of tables. Suddenly she was nervous again.

“Kouga- Kouga no, I don’t know how!” She hissed, prying at his fingers as they reached the dance floor.

“Hey, hey! Stop, relax. I’ll show you.” She stared up at him, still working at his fingers for a moment before her own fingers slipped into his other hand. He raised her hand to his shoulder, still keeping a tight grip on hers as the other reached behind her back, pulling her closer.

'Dancing where the stars go blue, dancing where the evening fell, dancing in your wooden shoes, and a wedding gown.’

He took a step, and Kagome followed, than another, and another. Not once did her eyes leave his, if she looked away, she feared she would stumble more than she already was. She hadn’t danced since prom, and even then, she had gone with Eri, neither of them having had dates for such an occasion. Kagome hadn’t wanted one.

'Dancing out on seventh street, dancing through the under ground, dancing little marionette, are you happy now?’

“See? It’s easy.” He said making her giggle. He spun her around, watching the skirt of her dress flare around her before she slammed a little too hard into his chest. She blushed heavily, only leading him to chuckle and do it again. This time was easier, she knew what to expect. She caught herself, her hand landing on his forearm. Underneath the thin white dress shirt she could feel the tight muscle moving under his skin.

'Where do you go when you’re lonely, where do you go when you’re blue? Where do you go when you’re lonely, I’ll follow you, when the stars go blue.’

Kouga felt his heart soar. It had left his body completely as he watched his little miko, blush tainted her cheeks in the most adorable way, her chest heaved as she laughed and danced, occasionally still stumbling. Of course he was there to catch her.

'Laughing with your pretty mouth, laughing with your broken eyes, laughing with your lover’s tongue, in a lullaby’

Kagome couldn’t help it. Joy bubbled through her, unexpected and uncontrollable as she was spun again, neatly landing in Kouga’s arms. She was sure that even with the loud music he could hear her heart. She couldn’t explain it, but it was pounding so HARD, and every time she caught his eyes it just got worse, giving a sudden jerk. What was he doing to her? Why… Why did she feel like this? Why couldn’t she breathe? Why, even though she knew their feet were firmly planted on the ground, did she feel like she was flying?

'Where do you go when you’re lonely, where do you go when you’re blue? Where do you go when you’re lonely, I’ll follow you, when the stars go blue.’

The more comfortable she got, the more Kouga felt himself unable to control himself. She was so beautiful, so intoxicating. Every time she felt her small hand grasp onto his shoulder, or his arm, electricity ran through him. Not even the thunder brothers could do this. He spun her around again, and as she returned, he pulled her closer, his arm hooking under her behind and lifting her off the ground. Perhaps once she would have squealed, smacked him and shouted for the wolf to let her down, but this time she leaned her head back, her arms extended out on either side of her ever so slightly. Her eyes drifted shut as he continued stepping in that circle, only letting her down when the music stopped. He released her, catching her mere inches before her flats touched the floor, earning a gasp as she met him eye to eye once more. He smirked, and licked his lips before letting her feet touch the floor.

Kagome let out an exhilarated laugh, pushing the stray strands of hair that had stuck to her forehead back into place.

“Another?” He asked before Kagome shook her head vigorously.

“I need a break, my head is spinning.” She giggled, leaning into him, her head resting on his chest for a moment before he lead them back to their table. Her head WAS still spinning. Thoughts, excitement, embarrassment, nervousness, they all swirled around her, and she was unable to make her mind stay on one path, she couldn’t sift through so much emotion at once. When she finally sat, she tipped her glass of water to her lips, draining half of it in very unlady like gulps. Kouga snorted. “What? I’m thirsty!” She retorted, her hands flying to her hips as he chuckled to himself. “What?”

“Well that’s a face I haven’t seen in ages.” The sudden female voice startled Kagome as she whirled around, eyes catching a pair of similar blue ones. It took a moment, maybe five before the lightbulb flicked on.

“Ayame.” Kagome gasped before standing so fast that she bumped the table, her arms latching around the woman, squeezing her tight. The wolf demon froze, not knowing what to do before gently returning the embrace.

“That’s not exactly the reception I expected.” Said the wolf as Kagome pulled away. The last time she’d seen the priestess she was fighting with her for their beloved Kouga. Ayame gave him a nod as Kagome sat down.

“So you’re the one that works here - YOU were just singing!” She was sure an excitable one. “I didn’t know you could sing! That was amazing!”

“Yeah, I mean, its a job to pass the time, and with immortality fame just isn’t the same. We can’t have the world prying into our business, right?” She quipped, pulling a chair from the empty table beside them. “And just so you know little human, all wolves can sing. That whole baying at the moon thing?”

“Ayame!” Groaned Kouga, dropping his head back on his shoulders, his face a deep red. Kagome giggled, staring between the two. A whole new feeling crashed over her. Fear. Weren’t these two supposed to be married? What had happened? “Kagome, are you alright?” Her head snapped up from Ayame’s hands where a simple gold band rested on her ring finger.

“Yeah, I’m alright!” A lie. He could smell her fear, her worry. He bit down on his lip as he folded his arms. “So, Ayame, what have you been doing all this time?” Kagome’s throat was dry.

“Oh. You know, traveling, taking care of the pack. I’ve finished university three times. That was always fun, not to mention to pups. They’re grown now, but they’re still around.” She said, leaning on the table. Pups? Kids? Suddenly she felt ill, her stomach twisted into a hard knot as she glanced to Kouga. Wasn’t he engaged to her? Were they his pups? She couldn’t bring herself to ask the questions that shot into her mind in rapid succession.

“Yeah, Toru made you some cute little runts.” Snorted Kouga. He hasn’t missed the look on his woman’s face. He could have sworn she turned a literal green. The redhead reached over and bopped her Alpha on the head. Kagome let out an audible sigh of relief as Kouga’s attention was turned back to Ayame. Why did THAT bother her so much? Why was she so relieved? Happy perhaps? Why?

“Runts. The youngest is a foot taller than you.” She snorted, her laugh being cut short by a hand on her shoulder.

“Your tables are looking for you.” Said the waiter quietly, the wolf leaping to her feet. “Oh sh- crap!” She barked. “I’ll see you again Kagome, later Kouga!” She gave the wolf prince a smile and a tight squeeze of his shoulder before her bouncing red ponytail disappeared between the tables.

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Christian Music Notable Releases for 2016

#5. Have it all – Bethel Music (various Artists):

For worship leaders this album had a select few tracks that would be great for a Sunday morning setting. Making this a great album for personal quiet times and reflection.

Learn More and Purchase: Have It All by Bethel Music

#4. American Prodigal – Crowder:

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#3. Good Religion – Dream Junkies:

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#2. H A R D L O V E – Needtobreath:

Learn More and Purchase: H A R D L O V E by NEEDTOBREATH

#1. To Be Everywhere Is To Be Nowhere – Thrice:

Learn More and Purchase: To be Everywhere is to be Nowhere by Thrice

I look forward to what 2017 has to offer, if its anything like twenty sixteen then it will be a great year. I am going to leave you with the honorable mentions that just didn’t quite make the cut.

Twenty-One Pilots/Mutemath – TØPxMM EP

Switchfoot – Where the Light shines Through

Hillsong United – Of Dirt and Grace

All Sons and Daughters – Poets and Saints

Guest post by Jeff Rettig.

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