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yourfantasyfigures · 1 year

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The Name Chapter: Temptation

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The moment he closed his eyes, he could feel that something had changed.

Words: 2251 (one shot) [completed]

Tags & Warnings: TW at the end of the post as it would be a spoiler.

Genre: elements of fanstasy, mystery, slight angst and friendship fluff [No reader insert, no romance/sex]

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Devil By The Window

Yeonjun awoke from a scratching noise.

At first, he had brushed it off as just a part of his imagination, the sound perfectly blending into his dream. He began twisting and turning in his bed as the scratching got louder, unease taking over his body.

Then, the scratching stopped.

Tap tap tap tap tap

It had now turned into a tapping noise, louder than the scratching had been, growing more persistent as time went on.

Finally, it had gotten too loud, too irregular.

Though his dream ebbed away, the tapping remained, unrelenting.

Yeonjun opened his left eye, peeking towards the source of the sound.

The tapping stopped as his sight landed on a bright figure, so bright that his tired eye couldn't make out any defining features. The figure was by his window, and though Yeonjun knew he should be alarmed by an intruder in the night, he didn't feel like he had to be. He felt uncomfortable, yes, but not unsafe. Something about the figure led him to continue laying still in his bed, one eye slowly blinking.

"Yeonjun"

Yeonjun's body tensed.

"I can take you to the place you've been dreaming of" the voice spoke.

Yeonjun didn't dare react.

"You will experience what you've been craving, what you've been begging for every night before you go to sleep."

Yeonjun mustered up the courage to reply.

"That's impossible" he croaked.

"It's not. I'm granting you one afternoon until the late evening."

"What's the catch?" Yeonjun mumbled, still drowsy.

"There's no catch, as long as you return in the night. If you don't, I can't help you. Now relax, close your eyes." Yeonjun caught a glimpse of the figure moving towards him as he followed the instructions.

The moment he closed his eyes, he could feel that something had changed.

Sugar Rush Ride

His sense of hearing was first to return.

There was a loud sound, constant, with a rhythm to it, but Yeonjun could not place it.

Then, he felt a poking sensation on his cheek, a slightly uncomfortable surface scratching at his skin.

Then, something was shaking his shoulder, quickly raising him from his slumber.

"Yeonjun"

Yeonjun opened his eyes, the bright sunlight blinding him for a moment.

"Come on, the others are getting ready to leave."

Finally, Yeonjun could make out the face of the person talking to him.

"Beomgyu... what is- where" he looked around, his view clearing up every time he blinked. He looked around.

The sun shined brightly in the clear blue sky, blinding Yeonjun. Shielding his eyes, he took in where he was. Blue waves, calm and rhythmical, sand underneath his fingertips.

Beomgyu who was standing in front of him impatiently gestured for him to get up.

"They're already all the way over there, stop sleeping!"

Yeonjun followed Beomgyu's gesturing hands, his eyes landing on three figures, walking towards the trees that had grown a few feet away.

"Beomgyu, is that..."

"Soobin, Kai, Taehyun. Let's go, I don't know how much time we have."

"But-"

"Come on"

Dragging Yeonjun up by his right arm, Beomgyu pulled him towards the others.

There was a cottage that appeared if you walked past three rows of trees, one Yeonjun had never seen before.

Before he could ask any questions, Taehyun had already opened the door, welcoming the others in.

"Water, herb tea or orange juice, what do you want?"

The other four looked at each other for a moment before Huening Kai spoke up first.

"Orange juice, please"

Soobin followed, asking for the same, while Yeonjun took up the offer of drinking tea, Beomgyu decided to stick to water.

When Taehyun disappeared to the kitchen to fetch the drinks, Yeonjun turned to the others.

"Am I- is this- Am I out of my mind?"

The others barely reacted, though Yeonjun could spot Soobin shaking his head in the corner of his eye.

"No? Ok. So this... this is strange, right?"

"It's not" Huening Kai replied before Yeonjun could finish his question.

"We're at the beach. We went to the beach, like, five times before this."

"But-"

"Do we not go to the beach together?" Kai's voice was low, but it didn't sound necessarily calm.

"Well yes, but-"

"Then it's normal that we're at the beach together. Nothing is strange."

Taehyun reentered the room, carrying in a tray of drinks for the others along with tea for himself.

Happy Fools

Taehyun's cottage was beautiful, simply being inside filled Yeonjun with a sense of comfort he wanted to bask in.

The white flowers that decorated the tables and windowsills were especially eye-catching, he wasn't sure but something about them instilled a feeling of familiarity in him.

When he asked Taehyun about them, he just shrugged, answering that they were called Chrysanthemum, though he couldn't remember where he got them.

Their conversation ended there, Yeonjun's attention instead shifting onto Beomgyu who was urging them to finish their drinks and go back outside again.

Outside, Kai turned to the others with a glint in his eye.

"That patch with the pink flowers!"

Barely having finished his sentence he started running towards the goal he had set in the distance. Taehyun followed immediately after, quickly catching up to the youngest of the bunch. Beomgyu, who had been caught off for a second too long, trailed behind, though the distance between him and the other two was considerably big.

Yeonjun turned to Soobin who was still walking in a regular walking pace next to Yeonjun.

"Where's your competitive spirit, Soobin? Don't you usually join in?"

Soobin kicked something that was at his feet, Yeonjun assumed it must have been some stick or rock of some sort.

"Why aren't you joining? Weren't you the one who originally started this game?"

Yeonjun shrugged, thinking about his next answer.

"I don't know, Soobin."

"Me neither."

The oldest couldn't meet the other's eyes.

"Why doesn't that make me feel any better? Or worse?"

"I don't know, Yeonjun. I want to throw myself into it but I'm scared I'll ruin it."

"Yeah"

They were silent for a few second before Soobin's head snapped up.

"But there's no way I'm losing against you"

In a blink he had set off, leaving Yeonjun behind.

When Yeonjun finally caught up with the others, they were already comfortably laying inbetween the pink flowers, waiting for Yeonjun to arrive.

Kai, his head resting on Taehyun's stomach, blinked up at him.

"You're so slow."

"And you're childish"

Yeonjun flicked Kai's forehead, then let his own head rest on Kai's stomach.

"Kai might be childish but at least he's not old", Beomgyu pointed out.

"I'm two years older than you, that's not exactly retirement age."

"I wouldn't be too sure... is that a gray hair?"

Yeonjun squeezed his eyes shut as though that could help with tuning out Beomgyu's teasing.

Comfortable silence fell over the five.

"What do you guys think about Peter Pan?"

Beomgyu was first to respond. "What do you mean, Taehyun? As a story? I guess I liked it as a kid, I don't really remember it now."

Soobin chimed in: "Or like Peter as in the character? Cause he was kind of annoying."

"No, not that" Taehyun replied.

"As a concept. Being young forever. Never growing up."

Nobody answered at first.

"I mean" Yeonjun cleared his throat. "It doesn't make sense. You always grow up, even if your body somehow doesn't mature. You don't grow up because your body develops a certain way or because you hit a certain age, you grow up because you exist. So even Peter can't never grow up."

"But that's where Neverland comes in. It is possible there." was Taehyun's rebuttal.

"I guess so." Yeonjun responded, once again letting silence surround them.

"Would you want to go there?" Taehyun asked.

"Neverland?" Beomgyu thought for a second.

"Maybe. I don't know. For a while. I would try to enjoy it while it lasts, regardless where I was."

"What about you guys?"

After hesitating for a second, Huening Kai gave his answer.

"If I knew Peter, I would. If he was my friend and I knew he would stick by me, I think so."

"I think the idea sounds nice but it wouldn't be in reality." Soobin said. "You wouldn't know who's there and how long you can stay and what you should do. And you can't take everyone with you."

"That's true" Taehyun replied. "Forever young sounds great but I would never want to leave everyone behind."

Nobody replied after that, the sound of waves in the distance.

"Kai?"

Taehyun's voice sounded insecure, only slightly louder than a whisper.

"What are... are you crying?"

Taehyun and Yeonjun quickly sat up, looking at the youngest's face. Kai brought up his hands to hide his tears but it was too late.

"What's wrong?" Taehyun asked, worried.

Kai shook his head, silent sobs making his body tremble violently. He turned, his face now buried in Taehyun's stomach, his arms tightly wrapping around his body.

Yeonjun reached over, patting the youngest's head softly.

"Kai, what's wrong?" Taehyun asked, but he still didn't get an answer.

Yeonjun's eyes met Soobin's who gave him a light smile, his own eyes seeming to well up.

"You know you can always talk to me, right?" Taehyun asked softly.

Kai sat up, looking at Taehyun with bloodshot eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, contemplating, then hastily got up, turning around and quickly walking away.

When Taehyun was about to follow him, Yeonjun stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "I got it. You guys stay here."

Tinnitus

Kai hadn't run far, Yeonjun could easily spot him leaning against a tree.

Yeonjun leaned against the tree in front of Kai, facing him, though the younger avoided his eyes.

They stood in silence, letting the sounds of nature calm them down.

"What if-" Kai's voice was weak. "What if we don't go back?" Kai asked, eyes still fixated on the ground.

Yeonjun brought his hands up to his face and took a deep breath.

"Kai, no."

Finally, Kai looked at him.

"Why not? Do you really think I can let go now?"

Yeonjun took a step forward.

"I understand, Kai, you know I do. But we can't. You don't know if you can even stay or where you would go and just- just think. What that would mean. What it would really mean."

Kai squeezed his eyes shut.

"But... but..."

He drifted off, knowing it was fruitless.

"Listen, okay?" Yeonjun fixed Kai's hair. "We'll take a deep breath, go back and enjoy it. Say what we want to say, do what we want to do. And when it's time, it's time. Let's make the most of it, okay?"

Kai reached out to take Yeonjun's hand, squeezing it once and then let go.

He looked up and nodded.

Nobody asked any questions when the two returned, simply scooching over so they could sit in a circle.

Kai decided to lay down again, resting his head on Taehyun's thigh and absent-mindedly playing with the fingers of his right hand.

The five talked with no end, Beomgyu, as always, making the others laugh who themselves couldn't resist the challenge of getting back at him with a teasing joke of their own.

They spoke about their families, recalled memories and told anecdotes they had all heard before.

Yeonjun could not recall the last time the five of them sat together like this, peaceful and happy.

The sun had set a while ago and darkness replaced it's shining light.

That's when Yeonjun heard it.

Scratch scratch- scratch scratch

"No", he whispered.

Tap tap tap tap tap

"Please"

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

Yeonjun looked at the others.

"Come here"

He said, stretching out his arms and quickly making everyone gather in the middle. He pulled the others into a hug which they happily fell into. They squeezed each other tightly.

"I love you guys. And thank you for everything"

They continued to hold each other.

Yeonjun heard Kai sob.

The last thing Yeonjun saw was Beomgyu, his eyes closed.

And then-

Farewell, Neverland

"We just cleaned it up three days ago, how are there already so many?" Yeonjun muttered, pushing the leaves to the side.

When he was satisfied, Yeonjun opened his backpack.

"Look what I got you." He took out the small object.

"I actually bought it two weeks ago but I always forgot to give it to you. It's a snowglobe, see?" He shook the globe.

"Well, it's not really a snow globe. I guess you could call it a sand globe? It's got a beach inside. It reminded me of some of our trips together."

He watched in silence as the sand settled down.

"I'm just going to put it right here, next to the candle, okay?"

He hesitated for a moment, then set the globe down in front of the headstone.

"It looks nice, right?"

He let the silence of the graveyard envelop him for what must have been a minute.

There it was again, the feeling of tears stinging in his eyes, begging to be let out.

Yeonjun threw his head back, hoping it would stop them from coming.

"I don't know how I'm ever supposed to get used to this, Taehyun," he whispered.

Of course, there was no response. Just the contiuous rustling of leaves in the wind.

Two tears escaped Yeonjun's eyes before he managed to recompose himself.

He slowly got up.

"Last night I had a dream about you. I hope you had the same one."

Author's Note

This story was surprisingly therapeutic to write. When I conceptualized it I didn't even realize how much it was inspired by my own experience with grief and a hyperrealistic dream I had about that person. Because it was sometimes difficult to separate my writing from my experience and grief, I ended up changing the ending three times.

I will leave whether or not it was a dream up to you, dear reader, and am more than curious to hear your thoughts on it.

Do they experience this again? Will he talk to the others and realize it was real? Or not? I think I know my answers to these questions, but I will let you come up with your own.

Thank you for reading this story.

Posting this for the public to see feels very vulnerable, but I hope others can get something out of reading it - be it enjoyment or relating to it.

I never shared this aspect of my grieving process or even the fact that I have had a dream like this with anybody, so thank you for listening.

Likes, reblogs and messages are the only ways for me to see if someone is reading and enjoying my stories, so I would truly appreciate the feedback.

I have 4 chaptered fics half-finished and I'm excited to share them with you too, so stay tuned.

Thank you so much!

Trigger Warning for this Story: Major Character Death (only aftermath)

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papirouge · 1 year

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there's some good videos by christians who were former k-pop stans that explain why they no longer support and expose some of the issues with some of the groups: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2qyBJ_sTfg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9ZcuiFz4ek https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrDhIAboHh4

my testimony as a long-time obsessed k-pop stan: i confess there are only a select number of groups i listen to, but that's quite literally a handful now, and it's only for the music (and the most innocent stuff, even if it does make me feel more uncomfortable), not the people. what broke the camel's back was seeing wonyoung, who quite literally resembles eugenia cooney and has been sexualized since she was 14 on a show intended to be "healthy porn for grown men" despite having minors on it, be pushed as THE it girl in the industry for all others to follow. not to mention, being more aware of the devil/satanic/witchcraft aesthetic (red velvet's peek-a-boo and zimzalabim; bts' blood, sweat and tears; bts' brother group txt's sugar rush ride, devil by the window, angel/devil, the list can go on and on...). i'm trying to listen less to it, especially now that i'm finding some good Christian music to listen to lol. however, there are openly Christian k-pop idols and actors. park bogum is an example, and many fans, especially BTS fans, give him a treatment similar to how people are with joshua bassett because of how devoted he is to god (however, him signing up with a big company like YG leaves a sour taste in my mouth and i pray that he rethinks this because being swayed by the company literally behind one of korea's biggest sexual abuse scandals— look up burning sun— is not the move). also something i want to note is how i find it very interesting how one of the most openly younger Christian idols, mark from nct, has been constantly overworked since he was a child. his treatment is notorious because he's being promoted in three different groups and he looks more guantly by the month. yet, he never fails to thank god whenever he can (and fans make fun of him for it at times). i don't consider them my "idols," and i only pray that they're able to leave the industry.

i'd love to make this public but your girl is trying to go to a professional school and i don't want to get doxxed lol.

Bruh, the video with the girl saying there are black people wishing they were Korean is gut wrenching.... I mean, obsessing over a culture elevating the actual opposite of what you are (palenesw, high bridge thin nose, etc.) truly messes you up. That's also why Black kpop fans especially come off as very awkward and dissociative.

Yeah I heard there are a bunch of Christian Kpop singer but I side eye them tbh. You can't be a "Christian kpop IDOL". This is an oxymoron. And idc how delulu Christian" coping saying they call them "artists". Kpop stars are marketed as IDOLS : there's a whole cultic exploitation of their image. This brand of marketing isn't common for regular "artists".

It's possible for people in toxic industry to have a change of heart and see God, but then it's their responsibility to snap out of it. When Jesus told his apostles to stop what they were doing and follow him, the apostles weren't like "hmm ok, just let me a few years to stop". No, they dropped whatever they were doing and followers Jesus right there. Saul didn't keep harassing and killing Christians a few more years when Jesus asked him to stop harming his people... True conversion implies true ACTIONS. There's no faith without works.

So those Kpop idols saying they're Christians are a joke. They're literally feeding off satan's feast, and promoting his agenda with disgusting/creepy songs & MV. I'm absolutely not surprised there are so many suicide and sexual abuse in that industry. They are all demon possessed. Korean scrote are infamously evil and Korean radfem are absolutely based for refusing to marry & breed with those degenerates.

And innocent music ≠ harmless. I remember doing a very vivid & terrying dream just after I listened to Kyary Pamyu Pamyu 'Candy Racer' album.....

#answered #spiritual warfare

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strange-wanderings · 10 months

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My Spotify Wrapped 2023 top 100 under the cut

1 - Blinding by Florence + The Machine

2 - Lily by Alan Walker

3 - Different World by Alan Walker

4 - Monochrome by Babymetal

5 - Devil By The Window by TxT

6 - Natural by Imagine Dragons

7 - Ribs by The Crane Wives

8 - Paranoia by Kang Daniel

9 - The King Must Die by Purple Rain

10 - Sing Me To Sleep by Alan Walker

11 - Mr. Capgras Encounters A Secondhand Vanity by Will Wood and The Tapeworms

12 - Believer by Imagine Dragons

13 - Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) by Florence + The Machine

14 - Bite Me by Enhypen

15 - Lost Control by Alan Walker

16 - The Hand That Feeds by The Crane Wives

17 - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In by Will Wood and The Tapeworms

18 - Farewell Neverland by TxT

19 - Ghost by Xdinary Heroes

20 - Arsonist's Lullaby by Hozier

21 - Sacrifice (Eat Me Up) by Enhypen

22 - Land Of Confusion by Genesis

23 - The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

24 - Loveable by Jo Yuri

25 - ... Well, Better Than The Alternative by Will Wood

26 - Demons by Imagine Dragons

27 - Metaphor by The Crane Wives

28 - Favorite Part by Jo Yuri

29 - Pride And Joy by Brandi Carlile

30 - Kingslayer by Bring Me The Horizon and Babymetal

31 - Curses by The Crane Wives

32 - Blank by Jo Yuri

33 - Swear by E'Last

34 - Sugar Rush Ride by TxT

35 - Never Love An Anchor by The Crane Wives

36 - Shinigami by Kenshi Yonezu

37 - Breaking Down by Florence + The Machine

38 - Get Away by Verivery

39 - Keep You Safe by The Crane Wives

40 - Flower Dance by DJ Okawari

41 - Black Eye by Vernon

42 - Chaconne by Enhypen

43 - Hard Sell by The Crane Wives

44 - Darkside by Alan Walker

45 - Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) by Kate Bush

46 - Karma by Enhypen

47 - Allies Or Enemies by The Crane Wives

48 - Heart's Content by Brandi Carlile

49 - BingBing by Oneus

50 - Bills by Enhypen

51 - Unraveling by The Crane Wives

52 - No Light, No Light by Florence + The Machine

53 - Nap Of A Star by TxT

54 - Fate by Enhypen

55 - New Discovery by The Crane Wives

56 - Cry For Me by Twice

57 - On My Way by Alan Walker

58 - Magic Island by TxT

59 - Sleeping Giants by The Crane Wives

60 - Alone Together by Fallout Boy

61 - Zombie by Purple Kiss

62 - Sharks by Imagine Dragons

63 - Little Soldiers by The Crane Wives

64 - Express Moon by Jo Yuri

65 - Given-Taken by Enhypen

66 - Seven Devils by Florence + The Machine

67 - Rockslide by The Crane Wives

68 - I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters

69 - Cotard's Solution by Will Wood and The Tapeworms

70 - Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine

71 - Of Everlong by The Crane Wives

72 - Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) By Will Wood

73 - Dark Dream by E'Last

74 - My Face by Verivery

75 - The Garden by The Crane Wives

76 - What Did I Ever Come Here For by Brandi Carlile

77 - Voodoo Doll by VIXX

78 - Faded by Alan Walker

79 - Frost by TxT

80 - I Will Follow You into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie

81 - Love Is Dead by Purple Kiss

82 - Acoustic #3 by The Goo Goo Dolls

83 - Raise Hell by Brandi Carlile

84 - Broken Home by 5 Seconds of Summer

85 - Howl by Florence + The Machine

86 - 기기괴괴 by Pink Fantasy

87 - Yes, To Err Is Human, So Don't Be One by Will Wood

88 - Pretty Little Things by The Crane Wives

89 - Tears Of Chaos by E'Last

90 - 100 by Brandi Carlile

91 - O by Verivery

92 - Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

93 - Can't Go Back by The Crane Wives

94 - Turpentine by Brandi Carlile

95 - The Phoenix by Fallout Boy

96 - Photo by Verivery

97 - Not The Ghost by The Crane Wives

98 - My Song by Brandi Carlile

99 - Right Through Me by Day6 (Even of Day)

100 - Anti-Hero by M.O.N.T

#spotify #spotify wrapped

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lv-iceprince · 2 years

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lo$ers in love (series masterlist)

“Because Peter promised them adventures and happiness and then took them away to the island where they died. They weren't forever young, unless dying when you were young kept you that way for always.”

~summary~ the ice cream dripping down their faces, the cheeky kisses, the quiet town that never changes. it’s all a hazy backdrop for the mischief that the town’s resident lost boys get up to.

this is a story about love and its many flavours, or it’s a coming of age about five friends who’s lives seem to always cross when they least expect it. even if they don’t notice each other.

maybe they would realise that it isn’t fate or a coincidence that they keep coming back to the same place at the same time if they weren’t looking for their own fairy tale.

not knowing where they will end up they blindly chase after the girl of their dreams.

...

you see, love, even if it hurts them, is what makes their lives real.

yeonjun hesitates to hold her close, he will ruin her he tells himself

~Ladybird~

You're so addictive 내 혈관은 full of sweets 금지된 선들이 희미하게 사라져 가지 빈혈 같은 이 daze 오히려 그게 좋아 난

-sugar rush ride

~pt 1.~ ~pt. 2~

beomgyu lies for the sake of love, he will do anything to see her smile

~Orion In Your Eyes ~

Don't wanna do my thing 후회 안 해 I'll be the laziest Superman, so follow me 기분 좋은 게으름의 맛 아주 달콤한걸 꿈만 같은 guilty pleasure, 눈앞에 (Yeah, yeah, let's go)

-happy fools

~STATUS~ tba

kai wants to stand on a building and shout out his love to the heavens, he will tell them about her one day

~Seaside Dreamin'~

파티가 끝난 후면 멍 더 커진 텅 빈 소리 먹먹한 귀 어항 속에 잠긴 듯이 멍 이명이 턱 차오지 공허한 소음 속에 feel so lonely

-tinnitus (wanna be a rock)

~STATUS~ tba

taehyun can’t tell if it’s love or hate, he will have to tell his thoughts to shut up or he will kiss her

~ Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy~

Oh, whatcha doing? You got some time today? Oh, what a nuisance Come, come, come out to play

-devil by the window

~STATUS~ tba

soobin treads the fine line between love and mischief, he will one day realise that his spite was a cry for love, he wanted her.

~Rose-Coloured Glasses~

소년은 자라나질 않아 잠들지도 않는 태양의 입맞춤 누구도 별을 보지 않아 A paradise is full of lies

-farewell, neverland

~STATUS~ tba

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angeli-marco-writes · 4 years

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∘◦❅◦∘ Elizabeth Debicki - Christmas Morning ∘◦❅◦∘

A/N - Elizabeth is a superior human being and I shan’t hear a word against it. She’s so bloody stunning and pure and everything good. I got this idea a while ago, but it’s taken me a while to write it. What better time to upload a Christmas Morning imagine than on Christmas Eve (in my time zone at least). This is not intended to offend anyone, or to intrude on Elizabeth in any way. I do not know her, nor do I claim to. This is a work of fiction. And I’m sorry if you don’t celebrate Christmas, I’m not trying to force it upon anyone. I also used google translate for most of the Polish.

Warnings - Explicit s*x and lots of it. Cursing, Polish cursing. Just 3.4k words of adult content, really. 18+.

Summary - Christmas morning in a hidden wintry lodge is everything you could’ve dreamed of. Then again, it’d be perfect even without the setting and the heating, because all you want for Christmas is Elizabeth, and that she gives you. Wholly.

DAPPLED SUNLIGHT FILTERS through the gap in the curtains, icy and sharp, defining the angles of her face with acute shadows. God she looks so perfect this way, you never want to wake her.

Usually Liz is the first one to wake up, so this is a rarity, one you’ll never take for granted. She looks so ethereal, so angelic, so incredibly perfect, it makes you wonder what you’ve ever done to deserve this half covered celestial woman in your bed next to you this morning. Perhaps the retreat is doing its work, and she’s finally starting to sleep well. Life away from all the pressures of Hollywood seems to be suiting her, and you, hence the lodge you booked into at the start of the week and don’t plan on leaving until it’s absolutely pertinent. How she’s managed to sleep half naked, though, with only a sheet slung around her hips is beyond you, and you find yourself smiling at the thought.

With your eyes, you trace the curves of her bare body from the silhouette of the longest and shapeliest legs you’ve ever seen (that look particularly good wrapped around your waist… or neck) to the dips of her hips where the sheet rests tucked a little beneath her, to the gorgeous valley of her perfect breasts and her nipples, already pebbled from the cold air. You can appreciate her face like this as well, more than you usually could; so still and relaxed like no harm could ever come, like she’s your guardian angel, a facts he’s proven again and again, only for you to snatch her breath away by capturing her slightly plump lips in yours, nudging her button nose with yours, gazing into those stunning baby blue eyes. And her hair, God, the choppy blonde locks that only serve to make her more angelic even when she’s acting like a devil, just like on Halloween. The thought alone gives you chills, riding goosebumps on top of your goosebumps, and sending blood rushing simultaneously to your cheeks and your core.

She lets out the breathiest little moan, and you can’t help but wonder whether she’s dreaming of you, and if she’s just as wet as you are beneath the covers, creating a damp spot where she’s lying on the crisp white sheet, as crisp as the winter snow outside. Her cheeks begin to colour, and now you just have to avert your eyes or you’ll simply pounce her when she needs her sleep. Presents can wait.

The view outside the window, though, is simply magnificent. Hundreds of tiny snowflakes fall all around, dancing and twirling until they settle into beds of soft snow or fall onto the broad branches of the fir trees lining the property. The perfect white Christmas, and your first together, even if, with your destination, it was expected.

Eventually, you pluck up the strength to extricate yourself from the warmth of the bed, only to grasp for the nearest jumper, tugging it on to shield yourself from the worst of the cold. Ice bites at your toes this early on in the day, though it’s swiftly dissipated when your feet hit the soft, cream rug next to the carpet on the log-appearance floor, already warmed through enough to make your toes toasty via underfloor heating.

You ensure to keep your footsteps soft, padding along the floor and treading over any obstacles until you reach the door, and even then only opening it a sliver more than you need to slip through the gap. Yawning, you trek down to the kitchen, pulling the sweater tighter around you. It smells of Liz, of her perfume, and that indescribable smell of roses that is so distinctly her.

Popping the kettle on, your mind drifts from the sound and last night's activities hail you, willing you to forget that you’re in the kitchen and to just think of the way she kissed you, touched you, fucked you- The bubbling stops, and you’re grounded once more, but even so you can still feel her touch scorching your skin, burning you with every graze of her fingers over your legs, your stomach, your-

And that's when you nearly drop the mug of boiling tea onto your bare feet. You have to physically shake the sensation from you if you want anything done before heading back up to bed. You make Elizabeth’s tea the way she likes it: white, one sugar, just like her, and wrap the mug cosies around each cup to keep them toasty, even while she’s still asleep. You tiptoe back upstairs, the ghost of her touch sending shivers down your spine, and as you softly kick the door open, cautious to keep your balance so as to not spill tea all over your sprawled self on the floor, you’re surprised to find Liz sitting up n bed, laying on her elbows, her hair slightly more coiffed, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Your eyes dart to the safe, a bubbling of excitement fizzing in your stomach just to make this morning better.

“Merry Christmas baby,” She coos in that delectable accent of hers.

“Happy Christmas darling, did I wake you?”

She shakes her head reassuringly, and opens her arms for you. “Though I’d have been much happier if you’d woken me up in a better way than with tea, though I’m ever so grateful.”

You put the mugs down and bend to kiss her lips, tasting only desire in the tender brush. She brings her hand up to wrap around your back, drawing you impossibly closer to her until your whole body is covering hers. She’s wearing that stupid Christmas cardigan you told her not to buy, the terrible clash of red and green and gold being a lot for your eyes to take so early in the morning, but the soft material tickles your back so delightfully, warming you up, so you can’t complain.

“Were you dreaming of me?” You husk in her ear.

“Mmhm, only of you.”

You bring your lips down to her neck, kissing her pressure point ever so gently, only to suck on her skin feverishly enough to leave a hickey and have her moaning already.

“Don’t stop- fuck.”

Your hips begin involuntarily bucking into hers, creating a delicious friction while your mouth works on her weakest spots. For once, neither of you has to worry about leaving marks on the other: free rein to mark each other up in whichever way you choose. In truth, this is your favourite time to just be with Elizabeth, nothing and no one to worry about, especially no paparazzi and no one trying to catch her out.

Without wasting another second, you bring your lips back to hers, your mouths colliding deliciously. She weaves her hand into your hair, tugging you closer, drawing you closer into her warmth and the taste of her wholly. She’s yours, and this morning you certainly plan on proving that, starting with shucking off her cardigan, followed by your jumper, flinging them both across the room.

“Someone’s eager.” She giggles, her accent sounding above lush to your ears, especially with that gorgeous morning husky quality.

“Always.”

You begin to nip at her jaw, she claws at your back, her nails leaving crescent moons in their wake already. Grasping at your hair, she forces you to go lower. Grazing your teeth over her neck, her shoulders, her collarbones, she’s already getting desperate. You can always tell the signs: Her back slightly arching, her hips rolling from side to side and up and around in circles to grasp onto any thread of friction she can, and then there’s those pretty little whimpers she thinks are too quiet for you to hear. You listen closely every time for them, the most darling sounds she makes, they drive you crazy. They also waive your will to tease her, leading to you always giving in. Today is no exception, other than the fact you begin to tease her pebbled nipples with your tongue much faster than you usually would.

“Laska,” She moans, pushing her breasts further into your mouth, her hand moving up to clasp around the back of your head, beginning to control your movements.

You’d be lying if you didn’t say Liz’s boobs were the sexiest you’ve ever seen in my life, but when she speaks Polish, it really gets you going. In fact, tweaking her other bud between your forefinger and thumb, pulling gently while you leave hickeys all across her one breast. She’s really getting what she asked for, using that breathy, ungodly voice to call you the sweetest names.

If you had it your way, you’d be making her come using her breasts alone, but Liz has other ideas, pulling you up by your heir until she’s pinning you to the bed, her long, slender arms on either side of your head, trapping you in. She looks so… elegant.

“Moja cudowna dziewczyna.”

Jesus Christ she’s gonna be the death of you. You look up at her with wide, starry eyes, completely enthralled with every movement she makes, even the slight quirk of her lips, every blink, every breath. She’s trailing her hand down your body, her fingers between your breasts, her palm over your stomach, two lean digits swiping through your slick, having you a mewling quim under her control as soon as the soft pads of her fingers make contact with your core. She teases your entrance a little before gliding in in one swift movement. Your whole body seems to vault up from the bed, wrapping yourself around Elizabeth as an instinct, bringing her lips crashing onto yours while she continues her ministrations. The kiss is sloppy yet oh so sexy, a clash of teeth and tongues with a flame of pure passion. She’s pumping in and out of you, faster, faster, and you can feel your climax approaching. She can tell as well, because she begins to speed up, pressing her thumb down on your clit.

“Say it.” You whine, “Say it, baby.”

She moves her hand faster, her wrist flicking with every movement as she fucks you, deep and hard on her fingers. God the things they can do…

“Wesołych świąt, seksowna.” She purrs, right in your ear.

The most delectable shiver of arousal runs down your spine, electrocuting every nerve ending in your entire body. You’re on fire, and within a second of her strokes continuing, her fingertips curling to get that exact spot she always knows how to reach, you come with a scream of her name, your hands yanking at her hair as she grunts. She flops down onto your body, every inch of your skin touching, and yet she doesn’t stop her movements, every single jolt of her elbow elongating your high beyond what you thought it could. An almost out of body experience, and all you can see is her, all you can feel is her. Everything is just Liz as she kisses you. Hard. Finger-fucking you through to your second orgasm where all you can hear are her coaxing words. You can feel her, too, desperately grinding against your leg. If you had any control over your brain or mouth whatsoever, you’d be teasing her for being so desperate, your eager baby, yearning so much to come that all she can do is ride your thigh; but apparently your mouth can’t do anything but whimper.

“Pierdolić, królowo.” followed by a faint cry are the clearest thing before you're taken away into your memories.

The first time you heard that word was the most heavenly moment of your existence. You and Elizabeth had been dating for a small while, keeping it on the down low, never sharing more than a kiss for weeks and weeks. Until one fateful night, after a nice dinner, she finally invited you in and it was not a night to forget.

Round two, this time you made it to the bed, and seeing her beneath you was a sight and a half. Her pale skin against her dark sheets, a stark and striking contrast, only complimented further by her halo of long curly blonde locks surrounding her head. Her soft pink lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut, one hand clamping onto her pillow to anchor her, the other in your hair. Her back keeps arching off the bed as she approaches her high, crashing back down as soon as you ease off the intensity of your mouth on her core. You’ve edged her again and again even though she’s overstimulated already, sensitive all over. You know that with just one tweak to her nipples or one kiss to her clit, she’ll be coming all over your tongue. Not that you’re complaining. So after laying off for a moment, you get back to work, delving your tongue into her core, savouring every last drop of arousal that drops into your awaiting mouth, your lips pulling at her clit, your hands holding her legs apart to stop them from closing around your head, becoming your necklace. Not that you’d complain about that either…

“Pierdolić!” She screams, her body practically convulsing, crying out that very same word and her name until her throat grows hoarse.

Only when she’s almost finished do you feel your own high coming on with absolutely no contact at all, merely the friction of the bed sheets against your sensitive breasts and the lasting taste of her juices on your tongue. The vision of her topples you over as well, your orgasm silent, muffled by her pussy, your quiet moans sending vibrations throughout her whole being until she falls lax onto the bed, spent, smiling dizzily.

Making your way back up her body, peppering kisses everywhere you can reach, you feel yourself leaving a trail of wetness over her legs and pelvis until you come up to straddle her hips, your chest pressing against hers, your lips meeting in a series of lazy kisses.

“That was pretty sexy,” She murmurs, her voice weak and oh so sensual, “You like it when I speak Polish?”

You just moan softly, unwittingly in response. She chuckles, her fingers running up and down your spine. Ever since, you’ve seen stars with every orgasm when she speaks Polish to you.

This morning follows a similar pattern. With you both exhausted from your first round, you curl under the duvet, wrapped in one another’s embrace. She’s so gentle this way, nothing like the intimidating 6ft+ woman that's shown in the press, the one who could kill anyone with so much as a glance. Not that she isn't drop dead gorgeous, but she’s… vulnerable. And with you, here, she can finally be free and be herself with no external challenges or judgement. That’s what makes this so special.

Skin to skin, heart to heart, lips to lips. You’d take this over anything any day.

“I love you.” You whisper, kissing her shoulder, darting your eyes up to see her beautiful face. The apples of her cheeks are so pronounced when she smiles that signature way, so quintessentially Elizabeth. God she’s so beautiful, and brave, you’re so glad you get to touch her all the time.

Trailing your fingers over her chest, your hand comes up to rest on her bare breast, uncovered by the duvet. She hums absently, her everlasting touch console for you.

“This reminds me of The Night Manager,” She says, turning her head on the pillow to face you.

Your ears prick up; “How come?”

“The cardigan, the snow from when we were in the alps, your hand on my boob like Toms was.”

She’s wearing that smirk, the one that tells you exactly what she wants.

“So now I’m just on par with Tom?”

“Mhm, yeah you are, baby.”

Her smirk widens, mischief glittering in her gorgeous eyes. You chuckle to yourself; this is often her way of instigating another round.

“So I’m just a mediocre white man on a film set with you?” I draw her one nipple between my teeth, my hand massaging the breast it’s already settled on, eliciting a little moan and a vehement nod. God, she’s such a switch. “So you’re telling me that I don’t fuck you better than he can? The fact I have your whole body quaking beneath me in seconds flat when all he got after God knows how many takes was a little twitch?” Again, the same response. “Are you telling me that I’m not the best shag you’ve ever had, darling?”

Silence. You’ve caught her in her own trap, and now, like earlier, she’s just dying to be overpowered. Her torso relaxes a little, her arms falling away, her eyes opening wide, expectant.

“I’ll fucking prove to you that I’m the best you’ve had and ever will have.” you guarantee pridefully.

Pressing a soft and gentle kiss to her lips, your grip on her body is anything but, lifting her limber body off the bed and on top of you. She’s rendered surprised, unable to fight you, just a lopsided smile proving her consciousness while her hands on your cheeks prove her willingness. That twinkle in her eyes that never goes away is good enough to soften your demeanour for a second while you adjust yourself with the headboard, only to take Liz by surprise again, licking a bold stripe from her opening to her clit, her jaw dropping in a silent ‘O’. Kitten licks to her dripping hole are your next move, the bare minimum of contact, reading her a little, but the look of sheer beauty on her face, completely fucked out while she sits on your face is indescribable. You’re not going to drag this out, you’re gonna go fast and rough and truly make it worth her while.

“I love the way you taste, baby.” you tell her as sweetly as you can, pressing your tongue into her leaking hole, clenching around nothing.

She makes a mad grasp for the headboard, wrapping her hands around it, bowing down a little, her breasts in your direct eye line, her nipples hovering just where you want them, pebbled pink peaks perfectly placed on delectably rounded breasts, her soft skin covering every inch, the blemishes just a part of her.

One hand squeezing her ass, kneading her cheeks between your fingers, the other grazing over her gorgeous breasts, your gazes connect. Her eyes focus on yours, your gaze authoritative, demanding for her to keep looking at you, even when it becomes what seems, in the moment, to be the hardest task of her life, just to keep her mouth open as your tongue delves deep into her, reaching as deep as you can go. Your hand on her bum brings her pussy down even closer to your face. You have full access to roam her core as you please, even more when she begins grinding on your face.

“Keep going, fuck, baby I need you!”

And if that isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, you’ll be damned. Her one hand leaves the headboard and comes up to her other breast, pulling and twisting her nipple as she grinds faster, gyrating her hips against your mouth. She’s getting close, so close.

“I’m gonna-”

She doesn’t get chance to finish her sentence before she’s crying out, pleasure washing over her and breaking out a sweat on her skin, small beads dripping down her forehead and cleavage, all thanks to you bringing her bundle of nerves between your lips and suckling while you played with her ass. No matter how hard she tries, her gaze falters, her eyes squeezing shut as her second climax renders her speechless, breathless, boneless, collapsing onto you. Two hundred times at least you must’ve seen her climax, but this? This morning takes the cake. What a fucking brilliant start to Christmas day.

You both pop to the loo to clean up before wrapping up in your cosy Christmas jumpers and slipping back into bed with your mugs of tea. The smile still hasn’t left her face, and you hope to God it never will. Legs entangled, arms wrapped around one another. She feels so petite and delicate in your grasp even though she towers over you normally. She’s precious, the most precious thing you’ll ever have, the only Christmas present you need. You just hope she knows this.

“All I want for Christmas is you, Elizabeth. Now and always.” You say to your girlfriend, your partner. Your fiancé if today goes to plan.

“I love you so much.�� She whispers, her lips on your temple.

“I love you.”

With a surreptitious glance to the safe in the corner of the room, you train your gaze back at Liz, only focussed on you as you cuddle up with her, burrowed under the warmth of the duvet. Yeah, this is a pretty perfect Christmas morning.

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Chasing The Sun

Summary: The story of how you fell in love with the Devil King’s right hand, Hideyoshi Toyotomi. Tags: Canon-Divergent, Fluff. *Matchup written for the lovely @kamesama , I hope you enjoy your love story with your suitor.

How on Earth were you able to just sit like that in front of the Devil King? What in the name of the seven heavens and eight hells were you thinking, sitting with your arms crossed and a nonchalant look on your face before the man who was on the quest of ruling all of Japan?

Not only did you suddenly appear in Azuchi, creating a ruckus in the gardens of Lord Nobunaga’s castle, looking for what you called “a cellphone” and “a police station” but you were also giving these grown men a piece of your mind while they looked at you incredulously.

You obviously thought that you were in some sort of play or the universe was pulling some prank on you. Was there something even called time travel?

After taking in your surroundings, everyone was speaking in Japanese and you were somehow able to understand them and speak the language too. Not perfectly, but enough to get by and find yourself before the man that all of Japan feared the most.

Was this a curse or blessing? You looked around you to find the most heartachingly handsome men that were apparently warlords and they were sitting around you in what they called the Council Room. They were:

Bewildered by what you had to say. So… after much explanation from your end and getting some clarity from the panicked Hideyoshi who had been rambling to his Lord (and dropping lots of hints that helped you get to the conclusion of where and when you were), you claim to be from the future?

Either utterly amused or baffled by your behaviour and demeanour before their Lord.

Nobu’s crimson eyes were locked on you with a faint smirk drawn on his lips, Hideyoshi was obviously mortified and had been silenced by a simple “enough” from his Lord, Mitsuhide was snickering joined by Masamune who was trying to muffle his chuckles and Ieyasu rolling his eyes at them for acting like young boys. Mitsunari though? The angel was looking at you like a cat with big wide curious eyes that just wanted to know (play) with you.

The most impressive thing about the whole situation: you were so composed when facing someone with a commanding presence, not even flinching under his studious and heavy gaze. Nobu couldn’t help but be impressed and thought that you would be entertaining to keep by his side.Same shit, different day when it comes to the Devil King. If something entertained him, he would keep it around until he deemed it of no use to him (or that’s what you would think).

Seeing how unfazed you are and how you met him with a passive gaze that challenged something within him. Nobunaga decided to make a bet with you: become a Sengoku woman within less than a month and he will help you find a way home and back to your time. If you didn’t, then you would have to stay in the Sengoku Era and wed him.

First thought: What the actual….

Second thought: This man did have the power to do something like that. Thinking over your non-existing options, you would just have to agree.

Who would even want to marry a man like him? Nothing about him but his appearance was alluring to you in that moment, even though something inside did tell you that he would be more than able to show you a good time but you just pushed that thought to the back of your mind.

The golden-haired annoying beauty, Hideyoshi dared to open his mouth to protest… and being the mischievous Devil King that he was, Nobu put Hide in charge of you and you were officially under his patronage, tutelage or whatever you wanted to call it but from what you’ve seen, you definitely thought that the Sengoku Era was not for you… and most probably, a big nightmare that you were just waiting to wake up from.

While Hideyoshi and even you wanted to protest (yet again), the man called an end to the meeting and winked at you, wishing you good luck.

You weren’t going to be able to become a Sengoku woman, nor were you interested in becoming one, to be completely honest, but you needed a guide. But... Why… Why did it have to be him?

Living in a mansion with a man as fussy as him was going to be a huge headache. By the way he acted, he seemed to possibly be a clean-freak and the super organized micromanager type about everything in his life. But when you arrived at his mansion, you were surprised to be greeted by a swarm of smiles and simply… so much feel-good vibes.

It was hard to pinpoint it but there was this aura that surrounded the warlord, or more like, the ambience would change when he was around. You noticed it even when you followed him through the streets of Azuchi while on the way to his mansion. However, it was still your first day in Azuchi, you would have more time to figure things out later after you’ve had some much needed sleep.

He had the maids prepare the second largest room in his castle, with a hot bath and almost a dozen of kimonos, yukatas of all colours for you to choose from. You didn’t need all of this, anything would do but someone was going over and above… For someone who was so reluctant to have you stay with him and was awfully disgruntled about the prospect of you marrying his Lord, you did not expect to have such a warm welcome into what would become your new home.

In order to get things on track and yeet you out of the Sengoku Era as soon as possible, you woke up to the soft knock on your door and the sound of a man clearing his throat. Not only were you greeted by the sight of the gorgeous man entering your room with the rays of sunlight shining through your window making his hair look like actual tresses of gold and his bright smile, making you feel a weird fuzzy feeling in your chest as he set your breakfast tray before you. What did you deserve to be spoiled like this? It honestly felt like you had woken up in a reverse-harem maid cafe that was actually a bed and breakfast hotel?

Your thoughts completely mislead you. Hideyoshi was taking you through a schedule that he had prepared for you in order to get you accustomed to the current times and its needs. It was a rotation where you spent a day with one warlord every day, acquiring whatever knowledge you could from all of them. Medicine with Ieyasu, History with Mitsunari, Culinary Arts with Masamune, Japanese Language and Art of Dance with Mitsuhide, Horse-back riding with Nobunaga. Etiquette with Hideyoshi.

Cue: your first fight. You butted heads and made his life a living hell. As peaceful and respectful as he tried to be during your discussion with him, you argued with him until he lost his breath and his face turned a bright shade of red (that was surprisingly adorable but you didn’t really care for that in that moment) because you wouldn’t let him dictate things for you. It was YOUR way or no way at all. Nobody else had the right to manage your time for you. That was up to you and you alone and you wouldn’t let some beautiful man change that. He had to concede… not for you, but for his own sanity and for Nobu’s sake. That’s what he told himself at least, but you had the first win. The first to many more to come.

After sorting that out, Hideyoshi took it upon himself to take you on a tour around Azuchi, showing you all the best places to get whatever you needed, even introducing you to every single merchant and townsperson wherever you want. How did he even remember the name of all of these people?

He was… the town’s busybody? No. You could not even find the best word to describe how he was because there were way too many words that you could use, but not one of them would be enough. Anyway, let’s get your thoughts back on track. Not only do all the women, young and old, fawn over him but he was so well-loved because of his good deeds.

His objective was only to show you around before conducting your first lesson with him for the day but you were saved by an old lady that owned a cute little teashop who happened to ask him for help. That was weird. How could someone ask something so menial of a warlord?

Upon pulling both you and him by the hand inside her shop, she went on and on about how she loved his company as he reminded her of her son that she had lost in a war. There was this look in the warlord’s eye that didn’t go unnoticed but you just put a mental note on it. It seemed like Hideyoshi felt indebted to her somehow? And you! Well, you were so warm and nice to the teahouse owner that she took a liking to you and began spoiling you with every type of dango and sweet that her teahouse and Azuchi had to offer.

Four words: Sugar overload + sugar rush.

While you were chatting with the teahouse owner, Hideyoshi had been gently giving you instructions on how to sit, how to eat, how to hold different utensils and what gestures to use when people say certain things. He included all these comments so smoothly in the discussion that by the time you were done eating, your lesson had ended. As Hideyoshi announced that, telling you that “you did very well, all the treats you ate were well-deserved”, he gave you a bright smile and winked at you, which totally, totally did nothing to your heart.

He suggested to the teahouse owner if you could fill in, in his place, since you got along pretty well together and the old lady was almost ecstatic, taking you in her arms out of impulse and thanking you for agreeing to help her. Looks like you had no choice.

For a brief moment, Hideyoshi just stared at you before bursting into jolly laughter. You looked like a child so high on sugar, you were basically radiating energy and there was a spring in your step that you didn’t even have before. He took you by the hand and began running, looking back at you and shouting “Faster!! Time is of the essence. We’re going to chase the sun!” What he was saying made absolutely no sense but you found yourself giggling under your breath, running beside him until you reached the stables, he jumped on his steed and pulled you behind him. “Hold me as tight as you can. Don’t worry, I’m not fragile.” he joked as he clicked his tongue and you flew with the wind, beyond the bounds of Azuchi.

You smiled and looked up at the sky, letting the breeze tickle your skin and your hair flying around you. As you inhaled deeply, you couldn’t help but rejoice in the smell of fresh air and sandalwood… Hideyoshi. So rich and sweet, it made you dreamily sigh without even realizing. When you suddenly came to a stop, Hideyoshi’s warm voice reached your ears and pulled you out of your daydream. He was showing you the sunset as it fell behind Azuchi castle, the colours of dusk blending with the fading flames of the sun that shines over the town that would become your home.

As you were slowly coming down from your high and before you fell asleep on the warlord’s shoulder, you made him promise you to show you the sunrise and he gladly agreed to do so.

The next few days were quite busy for you. Following the schedule that you had set for yourself, you visited the teahouse of the old lady before your classes with “the warlord of the day”, as you called it. you went to help around the old lady, as Hideyoshi had promised on your behalf and began to understand him more, know even more about him without even having to ask any questions. You were also able to reach your own conclusions, after heaps of townspeople swarmed the old lady’s humble teahouse, talking about their different encounters with the Devil King’s right-hand man.

The old lady loved him so much, saw so much in him and was so willing to gush about him as if he were her own son. He was charming…. Incredibly and unbelievably so. Just a simple glance at him and people were beaming at him. He came from the lower class, but you had no idea. He had this humility in his smile even though the way he held himself was graceful and his tone, the words that so eloquently spilled out of those lips of his would never indicate that he grew up as anything other than a nobleman (which made you like him even more).

By the end of the week, the teahouse owner no longer was in need of your services since her daughter, who had been sick, was feeling all better and ready to help around. (Hideyoshi didn’t even tell you but your experience in the teahouse was part of your on-ground training and he didn’t even need to give you more lessons, yet he chose to so he could spend more time with you)

After your first round of so-called lessons with all the warlords, Nobunaga held a banquet in your honour, his own questionable way of formalizing the bet and challenge between you. You weren’t entirely sure whether he was mocking you, testing you or just playing mind games with you but that didn’t stop you from having your own fun. As everyone drank themselves into oblivion and upon discovering that you did not indulge in any type of liquid courage, Masamune had dedicated his night to stuffing your mouth with all the delicacies imaginable, sweet, sour, savoury and even bittersweet. The man was a masterchef genius (that Gordon Ramsay would definitely envy and admire but that’s a discussion for another time/day) and didn’t even mind.

In the corner of the room, your eyes reluctantly yet instinctively crawled to cast a quick look on Hideyoshi. A quick glance wouldn’t be enough to appreciate the sight before your eyes. The Adonis of Azuchi was seated languidly like a beautiful courtesan, intoxicated as she nursed her sake while prattling to others in a banquet. His emerald kimono slid down one shoulder, along with his white haori, slowly and teasingly exposing more of his bare skin, his chest was almost fully on display, his lips glistening with remnants of sake as the inebriant seeped and coursed in his veins. This was an image that you would have trouble getting out of your head, not that you wanted to. He was utterly breathtaking, the way his lashes fluttered over his cheeks, his eyes slowly falling shut then opening lazily as he fought to stay awake.

Whenever one of his retainers came to take him back to his castle, he moaned and refused to let anyone touch him except for you. All the warlords began chuckling as Hideyoshi gladly let you embrace him in your arms, holding him up with the help of his retainers as he mumbled about sweet nothings that made your heart flutter. “Your hair looks so silky and beautiful, Kame… Would you ever let me touch it or maybe even brush it for you? You smell exquisite, not even the cherry blossoms of Kyoto could rival how sweet your scent is…” His face was dusted in pink from the sake but yours turned red for different reasons. You couldn’t wait to plop him down in his room and get away from him. You could no longer feel your face with him being around you.

As the days went by, you found yourself growing more accustomed to your routine and starting to actually like your life in Azuchi. Yeah, there probably wasn’t any technology around but you still managed to occupy yourself most of the time. Thanks to the fussy warlord who spouted so much nonsense when he was drunk.

One night, he was out drinking with the other warlords after a Council Meeting. You had absolutely no idea what it was about but it seemed like things were stirring up in a nearby area and action would have to be taken soon. That was none of your business so you spent the writing while staring up at the moon, the silver light invading your room as you wallowed in the dark pits of your mind.

As he came back from his night out, he tried to sneak, not too sneakily into your room. As he stood before your sliding door, he could hear your muffled sniffles and cries. Acting completely on impulse, Hideyoshi slid the door open, rushing to you, the fear of anything bad befalling you crushing his heart. As he kneeled before you, your cheeks were tinted in a deep shade of red, your eyes puffy as you sobbed helpless. In his drunken state, his eyes darted everywhere to check if you could possibly be injured, but there was no sign of anything.

Even as you protested meekly, Hideyoshi pulled you into his arms, holding your waist tightly and one of his arms around your shoulder, keeping you safe and secure in his embrace, letting your tears dampen his kimono while he caressed your hair softly with one hand, and the other rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back.

“It’s okay if you do not want to tell me what is on your mind. But do you mind if I say a few things myself? Yes? Okay, good. Well… I wanted to let you know that I’m happy that it was you that came from the future and not another young man or woman. I am pleased that a bright woman such as yourself made her way back through time to be with me… I mean with us, in Azuchi. You’re talented and you learn things quickly… only when you put your mind to it, obviously.” That earns a small laugh from both of you. “But I want you to promise me something. Please. If you ever feel like this again, and you wouldn’t mind me being around you… Call for me. Light a candle and place it in front of your door and I’ll be here with you in a heartbeat.”

Whenever you did light a candle, he came through with his promise. He only spoke if you wanted him to, he listened to your rambling, wiping the tears trickling down your cheeks and kissing your temples whenever he felt the need to say something but held himself back. He didn’t like to see you say such self-depreciative things but he wanted to let you know, through his actions, that he was prepared to shoulder all your burdens with you and wash away all those insecurities, if you would let him, showering with words of comfort that were only based on true facts and hints of how he truly felt about you.

After that night, he never lets himself drink and be around you when he does. Especially after sneaking into your room, he wasn’t sure what he was capable of or what he would do in an intoxicated state. He made it a rule and let all the warlords know that if he’s drinking, he’s staying with one of them.

He would scold you for staying up so late at night but he secretly liked to see you actually enjoying yourself. He would sometimes invite himself in your room and ask you about the things that you drew and what you enjoyed writing, his eyes narrowing with avid interest and curiosity to learn more about your time. He knew the right questions to ask you in order to unlock the “rambling” button in you and the warlord would be so pleased to be able to get you to speak to him so openly, looking so animated with excitement brimming from your voice. At that point, he no longer exuded this air of distrust, especially after seeing that you truly knew nothing about the Sengoku Era.

He often ended up falling asleep while hanging with you. It was easy to find yourself admiring his masculine beauty. His expression was so soft and vulnerable, without the usual crease between his brows caused by his constant micromanaging. His schedule was crazy busy but he still managed to find the time to hangout with you, pick you up and drop you off from each lesson of the day. It only made sense that he would be so exhausted. If he didn’t take good care of himself, you would at least try to do so, repay him for his kindness but also, try to make his life easier. Somehow.

During one of your late-night chats, you both got pretty hungry and decided to treat yourself to something. What exactly? Well… messing around the kitchen with Hideyoshi was so much fun but neither of you were good enough cooks to make anything that could be more than just… edible. Masamune would have a heart-attack if he saw what you were doing but thanking the heavens, he wasn’t around. Hideyoshi got intimately acquainted with your peculiar taste in food on that fateful night, blinking through tears as he tried to eat the odd creation that you had both made. At first, he thought he would be appalled but after a few bites taken out of courtesy to you, he actually started to like it. Thus, the beginning of “Kame and Yoshi” late-night cook-offs to come.

The more you got used to each other, the more you teased one another. You weren’t entirely sure if you should call him “Hide” or “Yoshi” but you noticed how he would get boyishly flustered when you called him “Yoshi”, it just stuck and became your thing. It wasn’t necessarily a nickname given out of affection (or that was what you told yourself) but more of an expression of a blooming friendship. On another hand, he absolutely loved trying to find ways to make you blush, your cheeks reminding him of apples and, truth be told: he wanted to playfully bite them so much.

One day, you completely lost your shit on Hideyoshi for asking the maids to arrange your room since it was a complete mess. Little did you know, Hideyoshi had informed them maids to clean the entire castle spotless, but admittedly forgot to tell them to stay away from yours, fully knowing how you did not like anyone touching your things. He didn’t say anything to defend himself, standing completely silent and absorbing the frustration that radiated from you with the grace that he was known for. You refused to talk to him after that or even look at him. It was an invasion of your privacy and Hideyoshi believed that you had all the right to feel the way you did.

Wanting to be as far away from his castle as possible, you hiked your way up a hill to find some peace in the loneliness that nature had to offer. You spent a few hours just drawing/writing, letting off some of the pent up steam. It was much needed since you were able to clear your thoughts while breathing some fresh air. Looking at the broad horizons before you, you couldn’t help but think of the light brunet who made you feel so frustrated yet did everything possible to make you happy. Something in the back of your mind told you that it was all because he wanted you out of Azuchi and this era. But you were gravely mistaken.

Relying on your non-Sengoku era street-smart ability was not the wisest move. You had no idea where you were even though your surroundings were very familiar. After going in circles for what seemed like hours (40 minutes), you did manage to find your way back to Azuchi just in the nick of time! Being true to yourself, you know you had a lesson with the Devil King for some horse-back riding, still wondering why he even bothered spending time with you.

Who was the one waiting for you at the stables? None other than the handsome man that you were avoiding. His head was lowered in apology and he begged you to let him make it up to you. And he did, big time! You rode to a nearby village that was around 45 minutes away and they were holding a festival! There were fireworks, food stands and game booths and you ate almost everything that caught your eye, competitively played against Yoshi in most games before you saw the light of dawn appear. Have you been out for so long? Your pleasant outing ended yet again, with another chase of the sun.

You didn’t necessarily apologize for your behaviour the next day but he heard the maids whispering about you spending all night trying to make food, stuff that they didn’t even understand and his heart did melt at the thought. You were fussy about it and not having the same materials of the future, making the process much harder for you. Your go-to place to relax was on the top of that same hill where you had been sulking. He obviously tried to look for you and found you there, just watching the sunset. He smiled softly at you and you raised a brow at him with an unspoken “what’s up with you? what do you want?” But he said nothing, just sitting by your side, enjoying just being near. And you did the same.

The more time, you go out to the city where he is supposed to be spending time with you, you get a bit flustered as to how every single person in town is trying to steal his attention from you. Various scenarios would occur but you would mainly stop even following him and go your separate way. Why did you even do that when the voice in your head told you that you wanted to be near him? (smh) Being the gentleman that he is, he’ll come find you and hold your hand, frowning at you. “What do you think you’re doing? If you’re planning on running away from me, then I guess I’ll have to find a way to keep you by my side.” He squeezed your hand, the top of his cheekbones blushing slightly as he pulled you closer to him, whisking your way through the alleys to wherever the sun would take you.

Being so close to him... felt natural.

One night before Hideyoshi had to travel, under Nobu’s orders, you and the warlord rode your steeds to a nearby river where you had a small picnic and spent the night stargazing. As you rambled on and on about what you knew of the stars and constellations, he gently pressed a finger to your lips. “I’m going to Kyoto at dawn. Things might get bad but I’m going to make sure that everything will be under control. I don’t want you to worry. Just wait for me and… as long as you are, I’ll be okay. Now.. Please... no word of this. Tell me more…”

His voice sounded as empty and lonely as you felt when he was away. Only 2 days had passed and you felt like something was missing. You went on with your day as if nothing was different yet the stinging feeling in your heart told you otherwise. Who were you lying to?

6 days later: He was finally coming home!!

You didn’t even realize that you laughed as a few tears fell the moment you saw Hideyoshi when he came back from whatever skirmish he was dealing with. Cuts, bruises and bandages everywhere. He even needed a few soldiers to carry him since he could barely move on his own! The words escaped your mouth without even knowing before you turned your back on him and rushed to the castle to prepare his room for him.

You said something along the lines of (it was all so blurry so you weren’t even sure anymore): “Are you dense? I literally just had to hear about what you’ve done and that’s absolutely not acceptable. You’re always keeping your eyes on me and you don’t think you owe me just a small heads-up about your own buffoonery?”

You glared at Nobunaga and basically hissed at him. “This is all your fault. I was going to lose him because of you!”(little did you know, your small outburst made Nobunaga happy, especially after seeing the look on his right hand’s face.)

When he finally settled in and was laying on his futon, you kneeled beside him and brushed his hair away from his face, locking your eyes with his golden ones, a serious and intense look painted over your features.

You: You look like shit, Yoshi. I knew you were going to do some reckless shit. I was hoping you’d prove me wrong but here you are.

Hideyoshi: Watch that mouth, young lady.

You: You think you’re in a position to chastise me, Yoshi? You stopped giving me lessons days ago.

Hideyoshi: That doesn’t mean that you’ve learned your lesson, Kame.

You: Those are big words for a man that can barely lift himself off his futon. So much for promising to go chase the sun when you got back.

Hideyoshi: Hngh… I feel bad enough about that. I’ll make it up to you but please, do not tease me.

You: Mhm… what are you going to do if I don’t, Yoshi?

Hideyoshi: I did have something in mind… Come here.

Gently cradling the side of your face with one hand, his thumb softly rubbed over your rosy cheek as he groaned while lifting himself from the futon, a soft smile gracing his lips as you met him halfway in a tender kiss, filled with so much love and reverence. As you broke the kiss and tried to look away, he snaked his hand to your nape, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling you back to him as his back hit the floor, joyful sighs filling the silence of his room as you both finally allowed the love between you to flow freely.

Hideyoshi can get so uptight about things, nobody even bothers to question him because he’s a stubborn mother hen and once he puts his mind to something there is no changing his mind. Except when it came to you, so the other warlords would often try to get their way with things by attempting to use you against your lover. Unfortunately for them, you were a mischievous minx and instead of helping them, you made things worse by making it known to Hideyoshi, in one way or another what their true intentions were. Masamune loved you for your playful nature and Mitsuhide thought that your skills could be put to better use (don’t tell Hideyoshi or he’ll literally lose his mind).

He will say “I love you” as many times as he needs to for you to believe him. He’s the type of man that would say it in the morning and before going to sleep, even if you were having an argument, he always wanted you to remember that he did. Considering that he could die in the battlefield any day, he wanted to make sure that he had absolutely no regrets when it came to you. He would express his love to you in his gestures, with his actions and wait patiently for you to say the same to him, only when you want. He feels it in the way you tease him, the way you touch him.

His kisses are usually tender and soft like a light summer breeze eliciting the faintest shivers in your body. He usually would cradle your face and trace your cheeks or the column of your neck, a pleasant tingling sensation tickling your skin as he poured all his devotion for you in the soft whispers of his lips against yours. When things tend to get a bit more heated between you, he lets his hands roam to hold the small of your back and press your against him, his tongue licking between your lips, coaxing you to open up for him (always the gentleman, he needs to get some sort of permission from you before doing anything, out of fear of overstepping or upsetting you).

He would often pray to the heavens that you’re tall enough so that he doesn’t have to lean too much to meet your lips. His other hand would either be at your nape or the back of your head, fingers through your hair, the heat of passion taking over him and the taste of you is so irresistible, he doesn’t want to give you the chance to break the kiss.

He didn’t even blink an eye when you both sat before the Devil King to tell him that your challenge was off. Whether you won or lost, it didn’t really matter. Hideyoshi was the only man you could ever be with and the prospect of even possibly marrying another was not acceptable. Not for you or for Hideyoshi. Nobunaga simply stared at the both of you, seeing how Yoshi sat there, unwavering before his Lord, unaffected by the possible severity of the situation if things were to go south.

He respects your time and your own space, fully trusting you now that you were knowledgeable enough to know the do and don'ts of the Sengoku Era. He just urges you,.. no, begs you not to stay out late at night unless he, the warlords or any of his retainers are with you. Azuchi was a safe city but there were still ruffians lurking in the night. He didn’t want to take a chance when it came to you.

He gets way too flustered at any public display of affection but he’s a man that gets easily jealous so he likes to make sure that everyone knows that you’re taken. He would usually just walk around while holding your hand, linking your fingers together or with an arm around your shoulders, kissing your temple or your crown.

He loves sporting the love bites you’ve marked on his skin and doesn’t even try to hide them, even if you both get teased about them, your lover just beaming with happiness and pride. Whenever he feels like your hands are too cold, he would pull you into a bear hug and let you wrap your arm around his waist, under his kimono, so that his body heat and the fabric could help you warm up a bit better.

If you ever thought of pressing a kiss to his neck (which you’ve obviously done before), your lover would chew on his lip out of embarrassment while his cheeks turned into cherry tomatoes. He would obviously try to mask his shyness with a mock angry tone as he calls your name in admonishment. Looking into your eyes, he saw that glint of mirth in you and that beautiful smirk that he would very gladly wipe off once you returned to the castle.

Little gestures he does to express his affection for you and things he loves: he loves brushing your hair and smelling it, he loves biting your cheek playfully whenever you blush. Whenever you’re chilling with him and he starts teasing you, you bite him and he chuckles. He actually loves it when you do.

He absolutely loves sleeping next to you. Period. But especially having you koala-cuddle him because he’s your human heater. Knowing how cold you are by nature, he asked you to light a candle to place it in front of your door (just like when you are feeling down), so that you can both cuddle and sleep together. He doesn’t like to be intrusive and invite himself into your bed, although he does, on occasion because a relationship goes both ways and it would be wrong just to rely on you to initiate things. The most important thing was consent. As long as he had that, nothing else mattered.

Oh boy, if he wakes up with morning wood, Yoshi gets flustered as hell, especially if you’re awake. He’d excuse himself with the most boyish and embarrassed chuckle and rush out of your room or to his bathroom (depending on where you were both sleeping). If you were lucky enough to be in his room, you would hear a symphony of unadulterated moans and muffled grunts that only made you wonder what the future held for you when you became even more intimate with one another.

Sometimes, when you’re lying beneath him, and let him shower you with kisses and love bites, he worships you as he is completely devoted to you, whispers against your skin, over and over again.

“I want to make you mine, I want you to be mine, I want to claim you and let everyone know that you have chosen me to be your lover, to be your partner, to be the one you share everything with. As much as I would’ve hated to admit it before, I don’t feel an ounce of remorse for what I have discovered in you. I love you… You are my everything and nobody could ever change that. Whether you decide to stay in Azuchi or return to your time… I’ll always be with you. Take me with you.”

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #hideyoshi toyotomi #ikemen sengoku matchup #matchup #ikesen hideyoshi #ikesen #ikesen fluff #ikemen sengoku fluff #cybird #cyikemen #ikesen matchup

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justjessame · 4 years

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A Ride With Negan

I was pissed. Judith had let him go. She’d seen him escaping and instead of shooting him stone cold dead, she just let him go. When I was finished finding his sorry ass, I was going to have a VERY long chat with my baby niece. A very long and very detailed chat. One that Michonne would be pissed at me for, but damn it, something had to be done to keep her away from Negan.

Negan. I cursed the name as it passed through my thoughts. An asshole who killed our friends and family members. A psychopath who gutted a man practically in our front yard. And my brother’s youngest thinks he’s somehow a pet or safe to set loose on the damn world.

The world might be a shithole, but it did NOT deserve for him to be unleashed again. He’d cost our people so fucking much, and with a twinge I thought of Carl. Of his wish for peace. Of his last wish, that we’d find a way. Well, Rick had, and if he were still here he’d be livid.

Livid, I thought, but patient. Judith was young, and in most ways, sheltered. He’d want me to go easy with her, but be firm. To show her that Negan was untrustworthy. That he wasn’t sweet or innocent. That he wasn’t redeemed.

I came across him almost by accident. I was walking in the middle of the road when I heard the roar of a motorcycle and for a split second “Daryl” flew through my mind. But that was ridiculous. Fuel was more than scarce, so he hadn’t rode up for months. And as I planted my feet and took my gun into my hands, I saw exactly who it was.

I fired, and the bike swerved. And as he came to a stop, nearly falling off and colliding with the very hard ground, I grinned. Fucker. I walked over to him and looked down as he struggled to get the bike upright. My gun was pointed directly at his head and he had the nerve to laugh.

“You look pretty damn fierce right now, princess.” I groaned. He always called me that. As though a term of endearment would make me forget who he was. As though calling me a princess would make me like him. He righted the bike and stayed asride it. “Why don’t you hop on here and I’ll take you for a ride.” I could hear the smugness rolling through the innuendo. The dare for me to play with him, to show him that I wasn’t scared of him or impressed by him was heavy in the air.

He watched me as I carefully tucked my gun away, far out of his reach, and then swung my leg over the bike so I was straddling it facing him. Checkmate. There were only inches of seat separating us, and I did nothing to close the small gap. “Well?” I asked, arching my eyebrow as he looked down at me. “What happened to all that cockiness you’re known for, Negan?”

His thumb touched my chin, tilting my head back further, and he smirked down at me. “You wouldn’t know what to do with my cockiness, princess.” Another dare, far more obvious than the first. His thumb brushed against my lower lip and I watched his eyes darken as my tongue came out to flick the tip of it. “Would you?” My hand reached up and curled behind his head, pulling his face toward me. As our noses touched, our breath mingling, it was my turn to smile. “Oh, I know plenty.” I rubbed his nose with mine. “I just don’t think you could handle me.”

I started to pull away, planning on standing and getting off the damn bike, but I felt his hands move to the tops of my thighs. And then they were on my hips and he yanked me forward, closing those few inches. Shit.

“Teasing me, princess?” He asked, letting his long fingers curl around my ass. “Tell me you don’t want to, and I’ll let you up and we’ll get back to you wanting to kill me.” His voice was quiet and low. Deep and dark. And fuck if it didn’t sound like temptation itself.

Did I want to? Did I want to give in just once, just one dance with the devil before locking him back away from the world? If my panties were any indication, the answer was a firm yes. Was I really going to ride Negan? Yes.

I nodded up at him, swallowing hard as his face came closer, and then our lips met and I felt like every single nerve on my body was woken up. Jesus. I opened my mouth and our tongues brushed against one another and I moaned as he growled at the feeling. My hands were locked on his head as he moved up my back to press our bodies tighter together. My hands moved, sliding down, gripping the fake leather jacket he’d found somewhere during his furlough from his cell.

He nipped my bottom lip and dipped in to taste my mouth again as I tugged at the jacket, wanting to feel the warmth of him. I felt him chuckle and then the jacket was gone, and his hands were at the buttons of my flannel shirt. His fingers were more nimble than I would have thought, given his time alone in a cell and then my shirt was open and he was tossing it to join his jacket on the ground beside the bike. His hands slid down the thin tank that I’d put under the flannel, and smiled as he groaned.

“No bra, Miss Grimes?” He whispered against my damp lips. He started to tsk, but my hands slithered under his t-shirt and he had to stop to swallow hard. Fuck, how was he still roped in muscles? Wasn’t his only amusement a fucking handball? My nails scraped his skin and his eyes locked on mine. “Don’t tease, princess.” A threat and a dare all rolled into one. My hands fisted the shirt and then it was over his head and tossed on our growing pile. My tank met the same fate, and there, under the muddled sunlight, we drank in the vision of our naked chests.

Negan’s hands, those long ass fingers of his, traced my bare skin. He seemed starved for the feel of bare skin. Of bare female skin, and I recalled for a moment the memory that he’d had multiple wives once upon a time. Starved, thirsty, and finally able to get what he so clearly needed like air, the breath left me as he lowered his head and let his mouth close around one of my turgid peeks. My fingers found the rough buzz of hair that covered his head, as my eyes closed at the feeling of his hot mouth, nipping teeth, and flicking tongue.

“Fuck, princess, you taste like sugar.” His breath, hot against my skin, but cool on the dampness he’d created made me arch closer to his mouth. “Shit, I’m gonna enjoy the fuck out of you.” And then he turned his attention to the other nipple, nipping gently as my fingernails scraped his scalp.

“Who fucking cut your hair, Negan?” I gasped, feeling a nick on the side of his head. “A blind barber with a rusty knife?” His chuckle vibrated my breast and I nearly died from the feeling. He lapped at me, throwing any reservations I may have had about continuing right out the fucking window. Thank God I hadn’t known he could be like THIS, I thought, cause I may have fought Rick to keep him as my own personal pleasure machine.

And then he was kissing and sucking his way back up my body, nipping just this side of too hard at my pulse point, and then licking away the discomfort. His hot mouth was breathing against my earlobe when he gave the one order I’d actually take from him. “Take off your pants, sweetheart.”

We both rose, and worked fast to remove the remaining clothes we had left. I was trying to wrap my head around keeping my gun close or keeping his body close when he helped me with the conundrum. “Just put it here,” he patted the ground right next to us, and I carefully set it down, then just to be sure, I slid my boots back on and put my knife inside, so I could grab it just in case.

“If you so much as glance-” I started, as he pulled me to him and then threw his leg back over the bike’s seat. I followed suit, ready to finish my thought but he cut me off by claiming my mouth again.

“You’ll fucking kill me,” he supplied, pulling away long enough to answer. “I know, princess, I know.” Then before he could dive in again, I felt his lips curve into a smile against mine. “Trust me, it’s not your fucking gun or knife I’m planning on focusing on right now.”

And then, with his arms wrapped around me, lifting me slightly and lining himself up with my body, he slowly slid me down onto his rock hard cock, our lips left one another’s. Holy shit. I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming at the feeling of fullness. I felt myself twitching around him, tightening at the mere feeling of our heat combining. Rocking my hips slightly, I heard him hiss.

“Fuck,” we both whispered, and then shared a slight laugh. Who fucking knew? Who knew that Negan of all people could feel like this?

He started thrusting into me, and I forgot that we were on a bike. That we could fall off or fall over. I forgot where we were, that danger was lurking everywhere, because all I could keep my attention on was him inside of me, his lips sucking at my collarbone, and our mingling moans and sighs. It didn’t take either of us long. Hell, I’m fairly sure we were both more than halfway there before our pants joined the pile of our clothes on the ground. As we climbed together, higher and higher, Negan started to talk me through it.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.” That deep, dark voice of his, growing lower and lower. Sounding pained, but also on the cusp of fucking pleasure. “Like a fucking vise around me.” And I ground down on him, rolling my hips, searching for my own release. “Shit, fuck, just like that, sweetheart, just fucking like that.” Then it happened, we both seemed to arch into one another, his words no longer words, my moans taking on a new volume, and his mouth finding mine swallowing our sounds and feeding one another more.

When it was over, we took a few moments to hold on and get our breathing back under control and our hearts beating back in order. Once I knew that I could stand without falling over, I did, moving away and pulling on my clothes after taking the gun from the ground. I watched as Negan did the same, pulling on his pants, his shirts, his jacket. I had to admit, he was gorgeous. Evil, hell bent on destruction and chaos, but fucking easy on the eyes.

Dressed, I waited for him to try to run, to rush from me or jump back on the damn bike and go. He didn’t. He pulled Judith’s compass from his pocket and handed it to me. He told me he’d found nothing. There was nothing left. And then, looking down at me he touched my chin with his thumb, and offered that there was something worth staying for in Alexandria.

“You know you’re going right back-” His thumb brushed my bottom lip stopping me.

“In my cell?” His voice was quiet, and he wasn’t smirking or smiling. “I know, Miss Grimes, I know.” And then, as we turned to go, his smirk came back. “You gonna visit?”

I shook my head. Such an asshole. “Maybe.”

#negan x ofc #The Walking Dead #Smut #Motorcycle Sex

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tomorrowxtogether · 2 years

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TOMORROW X TOGETHER Share Ethereal Concept Teaser for New Song ‘Sugar Rush Ride’: Watch

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TOMORROW X TOGETHER‘s The Name Chapter: Temptation is almost here! And to give fans another look inside what to expect from the set, the K-pop group shared a concept teaser video of “Sugar Rush Ride” — the lead single from the project — on Tuesday (Jan. 24).

The lush short features TXT members Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun and HueningKai sitting at the base of a moss-covered wisteria tree and basking in the glow of a soft light while covered in silver glitter. Two lines from the song, backed by airy guitar work, play in the visual before cutting out to the song’s Jan. 27 release date.

The official tracklist for The Name Chapter: Temptation was revealed to fans on Jan. 19; the project will include five tracks: “Sugar Rush Ride” “Devil by the Window,” “Happy Fools” featuring Coi Leray, “Tinnitus (Wanna Be a Rock)” and “Farewell, Neverland.” Temptation marks the sixth EP that the K-pop group will release following minisode 2: Thursday’s Child, which peaked at No. 4 on the Billboard 200 chart after its arrival in May 2022.

After a showcase for the album on Jan. 28, TOMORROW X TOGETHER will prepare for their Act: Sweet Mirage world tour, during which the boy group will perform 21 shows across 13 cities. Seoul is up first with a pair of dates on March 25-26. Other stops in Asia include Singapore, Taipei and Japan. As for dates in the United States, TXT will perform in Charlotte, Belmont Park, Los Angeles and more.

See the concept teaser for “Sugar Rush Ride” in the above video.

#txt #tomorrow x together #230125 #article #billboard #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai #Sugar Rush Ride

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starryknight09 · 5 years

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Whatever It Takes Ch. 17/18

Summary: Peter’s struggling to cope after the loss of Mr. Stark. Everyone keeps telling him it’ll get better and that he needs to move on, but Peter doesn’t want to. He can’t envision a life without his mentor. So when an idea comes to him, he doesn’t hesitate, no matter how crazy it is. He’s going to get Mr. Stark back.

“What exactly are we going to do?” Ned asked.

“Whatever it takes.” Peter answered.

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“And we have amazing news this morning, although you might’ve already heard it since it’s all anyone has been talking about ever since Pepper Potts—”

“Pepper Stark.” Tony mumbled the correction to himself as he sat on the couch, coffee in hand, watching the network newsperson speak.

“—CEO of Stark Industries, revealed in a press conference last night that Tony Stark is in fact alive. It bears repeating, so let me repeat it. Tony Stark, Ironman, the hero who orchestrated the return of all those who had been dusted, myself included, and subsequently prevented the world’s destruction—”

“The universe’s.” Tony corrected again. They really needed to check their facts.

“—is miraculously alive today after the world has spent the last seven months believing he was dead. As revealed at the press conference last night, Tony Stark had in fact been in a coma in Wakanda, thought unlikely to recover, until those assumptions were proven incorrect last week. Mr. Stark has in fact awoken and is currently at home recovering here in New York. No word yet on if or when he will be addressing the public. But I’m sure I speak for all of us here in New York and around the globe when I say, thank you Mr. Stark from the bottom of our hearts.”

Tony’s lip twisted in a part smile, part grimace. He always hated being thanked for things, especially when it was something he actually deserved to be thanked for. And he knew he should be thinking about when he was going to return to the public eye and give his own press conference, because he’d have to eventually, but right now all he could think about, could worry about, was his kid.

Peter had been making progress in therapy, at least according to his therapist. The kid himself remained completely mum when it came to the subject. He never talked to Tony about what they discussed in therapy even when Tony tried to gently prod. And even though he thought it might help the kid to share with him, he respected Peter’s wishes and his privacy. Well, Tony respected his privacy as much as he could, given that the therapist shared information with him and then he, in turn, shared it with May. He wasn’t quite sure if Peter knew that part or if he thought May and Tony were completely out of the loop, but he didn’t want to risk the possibility of rocking the boat to find out.

Tony sighed and checked his watch. It was almost ten in the morning. He glanced over his shoulder down the empty hallway. No sign of Peter. Tony was surprised he was still asleep. Pepper and Morgan had left hours ago, although they didn’t have to leave as early as they used to when they’d been commuting from the lake house. That was one thing Morgan loved about their new penthouse apartment. No long car rides. But it was one of only a few things. Leaving the solitude of the countryside had been a rougher adjustment for her than he and Pepper had anticipated, but they were making progress. Tony, for one, loved the new digs. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed living in the city until he was back.

And they had found the perfect place. The location was ideal and the layout was nearly a mirror image of their old penthouse at the top of Stark Tower except homier and sans bar. Peter had spent his first fifteen minutes in the apartment staring out the floor to ceiling windows at the city. Tony had almost forgotten that Peter had never been to the Tower before it’d been sold, and even though the compound had a nice view of nature, it was nothing compared to this.

The change in location had done nothing to stop Peter’s nightmares though. Whether at the lake house last week or here in the penthouse this week, Tony had spent every night in Peter’s room, comforting him from nightmares. He liked to think maybe they were getting less severe, but he was probably deluding himself. Still, Peter had to be doing somewhat better since his therapist had given him the ok to re-start school on Monday. Which meant Tony had five more full days with his kid. And he planned to take advantage of them. If his kid would ever wake up…

“Hey Tony.” Peter’s soft voice interrupted his thoughts. Speak of the devil.

“Hey kid.” He said back, craning his head around so he could see him. Peter still had his pajamas on and his hair was sleep mussed, but he looked well rested for once. Good.

“You hungry?” Tony asked as he turned off the TV and stood, planning to make his kid breakfast or lunch or whatever he wanted.

“Yeah but I just want some cereal.” Peter flashed him a smile.

“You sure? I can whip something up or we can order something. Whatever sounds good.”

“Cereal sounds good.” Peter said as he grabbed a box of Lucky Charms out of the pantry.

“You know there’s more sugar than nutrition in that, right?” Tony pointed to the box as he sat back down on the couch.

“Tastes better than the old man cereal you eat.” Peter said, pouring half the box into a mixing bowl.

“Hey who are you calling old? And oatmeal squares are not old man cereal.”

“Next thing you know you’ll be eating Grape Nuts.”

“What’s wrong with Grapes Nuts?”

“Oh god! You’re hopeless.” Peter said dramatically with a grin as he finished pouring milk over his cereal.

“Hmm, maybe, but keep it up and I’m going to buy only Grape Nuts from now on.” Tony teased.

“I have four words for you.” Peter glared. “Cruel and unusual punishment.”

“I prefer to call it creative.” Tony smirked.

Peter rolled his eyes as he crossed the distance between them and plopped down on the couch at Tony’s side.

“What were you watching?” Peter asked around a mouth full of cereal, nodding toward the now black TV screen.

“News drivel.”

“Anything good?”

“They’re celebrating the fact that reports of my demise were greatly exaggerated.”

Peter huffed out a laugh. “That’s right. Pepper told everyone you’re alive last night.”

“She did.” Tony nodded and watched with a smirk as Peter continued to eat his cereal from the ridiculously oversized bowl in his lap.

“So…” Peter frowned and paused to finish chewing. “What’s the cover story again?”

“Um something about being in a coma in Wakanda that I somehow miraculously woke up from. Or whatever. I don’t know.” Tony waved a hand.

“Shouldn’t you probably know the details?” Peter raised an eyebrow at him.

“I will when I have to. I’m sure I’ll have to do a press conference at some point, but since I’m still recovering,” Tony sank back further into the couch, “I get a temporary stay of execution. No public appearances for me in the near future.”

“I think it’ll probably be sooner than you think if Pepper has any say.” Peter joked.

“Maybe.” Tony scrunched his nose. “She did say something this morning about needing to get me out of the house because I was starting to get underfoot. But in my defense, this place is a little more cramped than the lake house.”

Peter snorted.

“Hopefully she’ll be happier now that I finally got all the wiring done for the downstairs workshop last night.” Tony smiled. They not only had the entire top floor, they had the floor below it as well for Tony to use as his personal workshop, or as Pepper liked to call it, his tinker space.

“Awesome.” Peter said, smiling around a mouth full of Lucky Charms.

“Yep, so what do you say we head down there when you’re done with breakfast.”

“Sounds good.” Peter nodded and finished munching on the rest of his cereal in silence while Tony looked over a couple e-mails on his phone.

“Um actually there was something I wanted to run by you.” Peter said with a slight furrow of his brow once he swallowed his last bite.

“Ok. Hit me.” Tony said. He slid his phone back in his pocket and then frowned when Peter got up and started walking away toward the kitchen.

Tony automatically stood and followed. He waited, leaning against the kitchen countertop as Peter rinsed off the spoon and bowl before putting them in the dishwasher.

Peter turned and held his hands up, keeping the kitchen island between them as he said, “Ok so hear me out.”

“I’m already sensing I’m not going to like this.” He said, raising his eyebrows.

“Tony.” Peter gave him a frustrated look that was so uncannily similar to the ones Pepper gave him that he almost laughed. He and Pepper definitely hadn’t donated any genetic material to Peter like they had for Morgan, but they’d been parenting him all the same, and he’d been hanging around with them so much lately that it was starting to show. He was starting to pick up some of their nuances and mannerisms. It was freaking adorable.

“Ok I’m listening.” He said, crossing his arms but unable to hold back a smile at the love swelling in his chest at the adorableness that was Peter Parker, thinking nothing could put a hinderance on his good mood.

“I want to go out as Spiderman tonight.” Peter said in a rush.

Ok. So almost nothing.

“No.” The denial passed his lips without a thought. It was instant and automatic.

“Tony—” Peter started, borderline whining.

“No Peter.” He repeated, more firmly this time since it seemed like his kid actually had the audacity to argue about this.

“But—”

“You’re not allowed to go to school right now, why in the world would you think I’d let you go out as Spiderman?” Tony interrupted again, frowning.

“But Spiderman’s different than school.” Peter argued.

“It is. It’s more dangerous.”

“I can handle it. I just-I need the distraction. I think it would help with…everything.”

“Like it helped last time?” He asked. Didn’t Peter get what he was asking?

“That’s not fair.”

Tony could say a lot of things in response to that like how it also wasn’t fair to have to watch your kid almost become a pancake on the ground, but he knew that was the wrong thing to say, so he held back. He was angry, but he didn’t want to hurt Peter.

So instead, he took a deep breath and tried a different approach. “Why do you want to go out as Spiderman?”

He tried to ignore the hopeful expression on Peter’s face as he answered, “It helps me get out of my head. It helps me process things. And I feel…more alive I guess, more like myself when I’m Spiderman. And I-I just want to feel like myself again Tony. Please.”

“The answer’s still no.” He said, shaking his head. “Sorry.”

Anger darkened Peter’s countenance. “Why’d you even ask if you weren’t going to change your mind?”

“Because I wanted to know.” Tony answered and the bluntness seemed to piss Peter off more.

Peter opened his mouth, probably to yell at him or spew some other deluded rationalization, but Tony held a hand up to stop him before he could.

“Listen kid.” Tony said, keeping his tone even, not letting any of his own frustration bleed in. “I get what you’re saying. I do. But listen. Rule numero uno of superheroing is you don’t go out and risk your life unless you have all your ducks in a row. That means you’re completely physically and emotionallywell.”

Peter frowned “But—”

Tony could guess what he was going to say. Tony and every member of the Avengers had personally broken that rule numerous times, so he cut him off before he could. He held up a finger. “Let me finish.”

Peter stopped but with a frustrated huff.

“The only time you can break that rule is if it’s truly life or death or if there’s a real possibility of the world ending. Do get what I’m saying?”

“But people in Queens are dying all the time.” Peter argued. “They need Spiderman.”

“It’s not the same.” Tony shook his head.

“How is it not?” Peter asked, and Tony could tell he genuinely wanted to know, he wasn’t just trying to be difficult.

“The theoretical possibility of maybe saving one person’s life is not worth yours.” Tony explained.

Peter frowned but seemed to be thinking about Tony’s words.

“If Thanos,” Tony paused to wince, “appeared right now. I’d say, fine. You’re in. Because that’s an all hands on deck kind of situation. Going out on a routine patrol as Spiderman is not the same as that.”

Peter’s face twisted, but he didn’t argue. Tony skirted around the island and grasped Peter’s shoulders as he looked into his stormy eyes.

“Listen, there are responsibilities we take on as heroes. One of them is accepting that there are going to be things we need to risk our lives for. Sometimes there are things bigger than us worth dying for. That’s part of the gig.” It hurt Tony to say it because he never wanted to envision his own kid in that type of situation. “And…some things are worth that sacrifice.”

Peter paled. No doubt he was thinking of Tony’s own sacrifice.

“But most things are not. Patrolling as Spiderman is not.” Tony continued, not keeping the harshness out of the words. “Risking your life when you’re not completely ok isn’t brave. It’s stupid. Do you understand?”

Peter nodded reluctantly.

“Good.” Tony nodded.

“When you’re not on your A game you’re not focusing as well.” Tony said, wanting to hammer the point home.

“And all it takes is one second of distraction and just like that,” He snapped his fingers, “a knife or a bullet slips through and suddenly you’re bleeding out on the ground.”

Peter’s eyes went wide and he jerked backwards, out of Tony’s grasp.

“Pete?” Tony blinked. He didn’t think his description had been that gruesome, not enough to garner that type of reaction.

He watched as his kid took a few staggering steps back before his feet caught together and he crashed to the ground.

“Pete!” Tony crossed the distance and knelt down beside him in an instant. He went to grab his shoulder but his kid kept flailing his legs out to propel himself backward and out of reach, as if trying to escape some terrifying threat.

Tony didn’t think he was trying to escape him but the fear was still unsettling to witness. Peter ran out of space a few seconds later. His back slammed against the bottom of the kitchen cabinets, and then his head cracked against them when he tried to throw himself further away even though there was nowhere to go. Tony winced at the sound of it.

“Jesus.” Tony mumbled and moved to Peter’s side. He put a hand up between his kid’s skull and the cabinets in case he tried to do it again.

“Hey Pete. Peter. Look at me.” He ordered, and palmed Peter’s cheek, trying to direct his gaze toward him. It didn’t work. Peter kept staring straight ahead, eyes wide with terror as his breaths came out in short, rapid pants.

“Oh shit.” Tony swore as he finally realized what was going on. Some type of flashback or panic attack. Maybe both. He couldn’t believe it’d taken him so long to recognize it given his own experience with them. He hated the thought of Peter suffering like he had, but he put that emotion on the backburner for now and focused on trying to help his kid.

When Peter didn’t seem to be at risk of cracking his head open anymore, Tony shifted so he was kneeling directly in front of him, face at eye level. He cradled his kid’s face in his hands and spoke, keeping his tone soft and soothing, “Hey kiddo. You’re safe. You’re here with me. You’re not there. You’re in New York in this awesome penthouse Pepper found us. And I’m here with you. Do you hear me Pete? Peter?”

The glazed over look in Peter’s eyes slowly started to fade, and after another handful of seconds, he blinked and refocused on Tony’s face in front of him.

“Tony?” He whispered, sounding scared but hopeful at the same time.

“Yeah.” Tony gave him a wan smile. “Are you with me?”

Peter glanced around in confusion, taking in his place on the kitchen floor, before meeting Tony’s eyes again. “I think so?”

He looked a little more with it but his breath was still coming out in pants.

“Ok.” Tony dropped one of his hands from Peter’s cheek to grab his kid’s hand and bring to his chest. “You’re still breathing a little fast there buddy. Can you feel my breathing and try to match it to yours?”

Peter nodded and Tony brushed his hair back with his other hand and then left it planted at the base of his neck.

“Ok. In…and out. Good. Deep breath in…and out. You got it kiddo. Good job. In. Out. In. Out.” Tony coached him, ignoring the pain in his knees from the position.

“There.” Tony said once Peter’s breathing had finally gotten back to normal. “Better?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Tony said seriously before asking, “Do you know what happened?”

“Yeah. I-I kind of freaked out.”

Tony hummed.

“This time was a lot worse than last time.”

“Last time? What do you mean last time? When was there a last time?” Tony frowned, unable to keep the alarm out of the questions.

“Remember that time I texted you from the bathroom at school?”

“You mean the time you said you were fine. That was after something like this happened?”

“Um…yeah?”

“Jesus.” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Are you mad?” Peter asked anxiously.

“No. I’m not—” He paused to take a deep breath himself. “I’m not mad. I’m just…this is the kind of thing you need to tell me about.”

“I texted you.”

Tony shook his head in disbelief.

“And like I said, it wasn’t this bad.” Peter added.

“I told you I’d pick you up.”

“I didn’t need you too.”

“Peter,” Tony said with exasperation, “you had a panic attack and you stayed in school. That’s the sort of thing you take the rest of the day off for.”

Peter’s face pinched with skepticism, which almost would’ve been cute if the topic hadn’t been so serious. “A panic attack?”

“Yeah.” Tony nodded and brushed a hand through Peter’s hair again. “That’s what that was kid.”

Peter blinked and looked at him with wide eyes. “How do you know?”

“Used to get them myself.”

“Really? You did?”

“Yeah. After New York.” He didn’t bother specifying since he knew Peter would understand what he meant. “And then again later…after Thanos. After losing you.”

Peter sucked in a breath of air. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Tony gave him a tight smile and held out a hand. “But what do you say we get off the floor?”

“Ok.” Peter took his hand.

Tony grasped it and stood, pulling Peter up with him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Let’s sit down and talk.” Tony said, guiding them back toward the couch.

“But the workshop.” Peter protested half-heartedly.

“The workshop can wait. This is more important.”

They sat down and Tony kept an arm draped around his kid. Peter leaned into his hold. They’d gone from arguing to practically cuddling in the span of under ten minutes. It was enough to give Tony emotional whiplash.

“How many of these have you had?” Tony asked quietly.

“Just the two.” Peter snorted, unamused. “Isn’t that enough?”

Tony hummed in response, and after a few seconds of silence he asked, “Does Ruth know about the other one?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think of it.” Peter shrugged. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Tony took another calming breath. He didn’t know how his kid could have a panic attack and then label it in his mind as not a big deal even if he hadn’t known what it was at the time.

“Do you want to tell Ruth about it or should I?” Tony asked. Peter’s therapist was coming over later that afternoon.

“Um…can you do it?”

“Sure kid. Do you know what set it off?” He asked. He knew Ruth would want to know and he wanted to know himself.

Peter nodded against his shoulder. “Yeah, um, it was the same thing both times.”

Tony frowned as he tried to figure out what he could’ve said or done to trigger that kind of reaction.

Before he could ask him, Peter asked hesitantly, “Can you maybe try not to snap your fingers around me anymore? At least for a little while?”

Tony’s breath caught in his throat and he stiffened. Peter sensed it and turned wide eyes on him.

“Um is that ok?” He asked anxiously.

“Yeah. Of course it’s ok.” Tony answered quickly and then shook his head in frustration at himself. “Shit kid. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Peter mumbled.

But it wasn’t. Tony should’ve thought of that, but it hadn’t even been on his radar. Probably because even though he’d watched the video playback, he hadn’t actually been the one to do it. Other Tony had, or his later past self, or whatever. Regardless, the last time Peter had seen him snap his fingers, he’d ended up subsequently dying from it.

“That’s what happened at school too? Someone snapped their fingers?”

Peter nodded. “My teacher. And I know it’s stupid. I know it shouldn’t bother me so much, and it’s completely irrational, but when it happens it’s like everything disappears and all I can see is you. Snapping. And…dying.”

Tony could tell just talking about it was getting Peter worked up again, so he shushed him and ran a hand down the back of his head. “It’s not stupid.”

“Sure feels like it.” Peter mumbled.

“Well it’s not. Shit kid, after the alien thing in New York, if someone just said the word space or wormhole around me, I’d freak out.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” Tony kept running fingers through Peter’s hair.

“How’d you get better?”

“Time. Therapy. Lots of therapy.”

Peter snorted.

“But it gets better kid. I promise. Hey, I ended up in space with you, and I completely held it together, remember?”

“I don’t know if I’d go so far as to say that.” Peter teased, obviously feeling better.

“Well no panic attacks at least.” At least none that the kid had seen. There’d been a couple close calls and one definite breakdown when he’d been stuck on that ship with Nebula on their way back to Earth.

“Yeah.” Peter sighed and Tony could hear the desolation in it.

“Hey.” Tony tapped Peter’s chin with his finger. “Chin up Underoos. It’ll get better. Just give it some time.”

“Seems like it’s taking forever.”

“It’s only been a couple weeks Pete.”

“Yeah weeks.” Peter complained.

Tony smiled. “Give it a few months and then see where you’re at. I bet how you feel now compared to how you’ll feel then will be a lot different.”

“I hope so.”

“I know so.”

Peter sighed again but instead of continuing the conversation, he changed the subject and asked, “Can we go down to the workshop now?”

“You sure you’re feeling up to it?”

Peter nodded.

“All right. Whatever you want kid.” Tony said as he stood.

That got a small smile out of Peter as he followed a step behind him while they walked to the elevator doors.

“I’m going to ask one more thing and then we don’t have to talk about it anymore, ok?” Tony said once they stepped into the elevator.

“Ok.” Peter agreed begrudgingly.

“Do you understand why I don’t think you’re ready to go out as Spiderman yet?” He asked, reaching over to squeeze Peter shoulder so it wouldn’t feel like he was asking to be mean spirited.

“Yeah.” Peter mumbled, staring down at the elevator floor as the doors closed behind them.

Peter mouth twisted. “I guess it’d be pretty embarrassing if Spiderman died because he was too busy having a meltdown from some bad guy snapping his fingers to defend himself from getting shot.”

Tony’s chest clenched in fear at the visual of that exact situation before he had the wherewithal to chastise Peter. “Hey. Don’t talk about yourself that way.”

“Sorry.” Peter said, not sounding sorry at all.

Tony squeezed his shoulder again. “Remember what I said. It’ll get better. Give it time. You’ll be out swinging again in no time.”

“Yeah.” Peter didn’t seem so sure.

“You will. I promise.” Tony said and patted Peter between the shoulder blades as the elevator doors opened to the workshop. “Now come on. You can help me with some suit upgrades I’ve been thinking about.”

“Really?” Peter asked with hopeful eyes. He and Peter had worked together in the workshop all the time before Thanos but he’d rarely let him help with the Ironman suit.

“Yeah.” Tony said as they walked out of the elevator.

“Ok.” Peter grinned, eager excitement lighting up his face.

In that moment, he looked exactly like the old Peter that Tony remembered. Tony smiled back. Yeah. His kid was going to get better. He just needed a little more time and some TLC. And Tony had plenty of both to give now.

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‘The Defenders’ Review [Episodes 1-4] {REPOST}

So far, so okay.

As of this moment, The Defenders has pretty much met my expectations. That’s not to say it’s great, though. Not yet.

It’s difficult to pick where to begin, because there’s a lot to cover. And I may not talk about scenes in their exact chronological order, because I’m summarizing the important information. And since this series won’t stop shoving his importance down my throat, I guess we’ll start with Iron Fist aka Danny Rand, played by actor Finn Jones—which, while I am on the fence about this, may be the first issue. I was disappointed with Iron Fist’s own Netflix series. To me, it felt rushed. A last-minute collage of sloppy choreography, boring writing, and confusing character choices. I often found Jones’s acting to be cringe-inducing at best, and his is the first character we’re reintroduced to.

SPOILERS AHEAD! Do proceed at thy own caution.

We find Danny in Cambodia, hot on the heels of The Hand after the events of his series left him looking at an empty mountainside where K'un-Lun, the monasterial city he was raised in, used to be, with no trace of his mentors to be found. He is currently joined by friend with benefits and best-part-of-his-show Colleen Wing. Rand gets into a tussle with the revived Elektra [Elodie Yung reprising, and notably annoying me less], who is here hunting down an enemy of The Hand. Brainwashed and merciless, a la the Winter Soldier, she gives Danny a hard time, but he fights her off and she retreats temporarily. Our heroes have a vague conversation with the target of Elektra’s assassination, who tells them that the war they’re fighting will be finished in New York City before croaking.

We’re privileged (and I do mean that because Krysten Ritter is a delight) to catch up with Jessica Jones next, as she’s kicked out of a bar that’s closing at what appears to be 8:00 in the morning and runs into her friend Trish Walker. Jones is still recovering from the psychological toll of her battles with Kilgrave, and as such has indefinitely suspended her investigative services. She is approached by a woman whose husband, named John Raymond, is missing. Jessica initially blows her off, but is driven to take the case when someone calls her office and warns her against taking it. She’s stubborn like that.

Luke Cage is on his way out of a short stint in prison. His fellow inmates are cheering as he is walked out of his cell. We get a great moment where a fumbling rookie cop can’t find the right keys to remove Cage’s cuffs, so he just snaps the chain himself and drops the crumpled rings into the warden’s hand. The supporting cast of these individual series are turning up left and right, and doing so in smart, sensical ways that really make this world seem well-connected. For instance, it turns out that Franklin “Foggy” Nelson was Cage’s attorney, and is the reason he’s out so early.

Foggy, by the way, now works for rich-people lawyer Jeryn Hogarth after he and his best friend Matt Murdock chose to dissolve their law firm. But they’re still friends, sort of. It’s complicated.

And where IS Daredevil? The Man Without Fear and the man who started it all, Matthew is currently a man defeated. Although he now takes the majority of his cases pro bono, the fulfillment of that isn’t enough to stave away the dissatisfaction he feels since choosing to hang up the horns. Karen Page, now officially a reporter, catches up with him over a slightly awkward cuppa. They have a solid scene together, illustrating the romantic tension budding between them. Karen still believes in Daredevil’s ability to affect change, as she always has. Matt thinks those days need to stay behind him. Of course, it’s only so long he can do that.

Promises promises.

This may be a good time to talk about each character’s signature color and lighting palettes. They’ve been used as tonal gauges, and they may have something to tell us about who these people are. For Matt, it’s obviously red, which carries the instant connection to the Devil and brimstone, to rage and blood. Cage’s is yellow, which is well known to be a color invented by God for black people to wear. It also reflects the warmth with which Luke views his community. Danny’s is green {EDIT 2021: representative of his status and wealth as well as a nod toward the importance of jade in kung fu symbolism}, and we’re probably never going to see him rock the Iron Fist costume so just be happy he’s got loose-fitting green clothes that look nice when he’s punching people. Finally, Jessica’s ranges between blue and purple; harking back to the “Purple Man” who consumed so much of her life when she was under his control, and also reflecting her much colder dispotion towards people and their problems, despite being a P.I. There are times when this lighting technique gets kind of oppressive, like when Matt’s entire apartment is bathed in fire-tones, but it helps to create some truly memorable cinematography. Case in point: one of this first half’s best moments is Luke’s bus ride back into Harlem. Set to a silky D'Angelo track, we see the golden glow of the sunset filter in through the bus’s gritty and fingerprint smudged windows. And views of the Manhattan skyline, and of Harlem’s streets, through what looks like avintage film camera, all with a sepia tint. It’s breathtaking, soothing, and probably had a little extra impact because I’m a Harlem resident myself.

Cage reunites with his boo Claire Temple, Rosario Dawson’s nexus character through all of these shows, for a little bit of brown sugar. But before the two can settle into a routine together, Cage is pulled back into the sorrows of the streets by Detective Misty Knight. She informs him that several young men in the community have been getting involved in some seedy affairs, and some of them have gone missing. It seems they’re being used as expendable henchmen, pulling off whatever odd jobs they’re told to, whether it’s delivering drugs or making dead bodies disappear (which is what Danny Rand catches him doing later on). Cage takes it upon himself to investigate the affairs of one young man in particular named Cole.

In between all of this, we’re introduced to our Big Bad. National Treasure and sci-fi icon Sigourney Weaver portrays the enigmatic Alexandra, whose body is beginning to fail her after centuries of life. Weaver is doubtless a tremendous actor, but even she can’t escape some typical mustache-twirling clichés (a friend of mine put it better than I can: “It’s not innovative for the cream white villain to find beauty in Rachmaninov but not in the lives of others, like, we understand!!!”). That aside, she brings something fun to this show just by the virtue of who she is. And at six feet, the actress’ physical presence really makes an impact. Alexandra towers over characters like Madame Gao and is almost eye level with Luke Cage. Her presence feels like a legitimate threat, and Weaver does an excellent job of portraying someone with significantly more power than she lets on. Our first demonstration of this is in a scene between her and Madame Gao, who has been built up throughout these shows as a force to be reckoned with, who had Vincent D'Onofrio’s Kingpin shaking in his shoes. This scene between them ends when Alexandra literally tells Gao to “finish feeding the birds for me,” hands her a bag of seeds, and walks away like the CHIEF CHICK SHE IS GO ‘HEAD SIGOURNEY!!!

*ahem* So sorry.

It is eventually revealed that Alexandra is the person behind Elektra’s revival and reconditioning. Conveniently, Elektra doesn’t remember anything about her past life except how to fight. Thus, Alexandra has been using her to take out The Hand’s enemies and as a personal bodyguard. And after receiving the news that her body is reaching a terminal state of decline, Alexandra decides to accelerate her plans for the destruction of New York. As such, she has her people trigger a massive earthquake (the ramifications of which have not yet been fully uncovered) that affects everyone within the island of Manhattan. Nothing is exactly leveled yet, though. This seems to only be the beginning of her sinister plot.

This brings the first episode to an end, and over the course of the next three, our four vigilante heroes follow individual leads that start to bring them together, at first in pairs. Iron Fist has a confrontation with Luke Cage in an alleyway when Cage catches the Kung Fu kid beating up on Cole. They have an entertaining fight, as the petulant and bewildered Rand keeps striking Cage with no affect. He finally unleashes the iron fist right onto Luke’s jaw and knocks the big man off of his feet into a metal gate. It’s only later, when Luke recants the experience to Claire, that she sets up a meeting between the two, and they have a conversation that is another highlight of the show so far. Cage essentially privilege-checks Danny for being a rich white kid and taking out his frustration on the underprivileged with little regard for their lives, instead of trying to use his wealth and influence to take The Hand down from an administrative level. These two characters are famously friends in the source material, and I can see the direction the writers are trying to take them here, wherein the older Luke is mentoring Danny and opening his eyes to a side of life he’s never considered before, even with all the trauma of losing his parents and being tortured raised by monks. Danny has a tendency to fly off at the handle, so the more patient Luke is there to ground him. It’s more father and son than two good friends, but it’ll have to do for the versions of these characters we’ve been given.

Jessica Jones returns to her office at one point to find John Raymond with a gun to her friend Malcolm’s head. He’s panicked, telling her that there’s no future for him now that The Hand know he’s being investigated. On cue, Elektra crashes down the door to Jessica’s apartment and attacks. Raymond shoots himself before she can kill him, and she escapes before Jessica can catch her. But because of her rooting around in all of this, in addition to stealing evidence from a crime scene, Jessica’s put herself on Misty Knight’s radar. When she’s brought in for questioning, Matt Murdock steps in to defend (ha) her.

At one point, we see that Alexandra has a hostage—Stick, Matt Murdock’s blind mentor. They have an exchange that contains the phrase “old friend” and other related banter. Stick, rather unexpectedly, starts prophesying about the Iron Fist, which confused me because he’d never mentioned him in either season of Daredevil. You’d think he might have in season two, when the Hand presented a more imminent threat to the city. But nah, he just spent the majority of his screen time groaning that Matthew wasn’t joining “the war.” So it seems a bit ham-fisted for him to now have this hard-on for Iron Fist, even if it does make sense that he’d know who he is. I just think it required some more setup. Anywho, big surprise, Stick gets hold of a weapon and slices his own hand off to escape, continuing to cement himself as perhaps the most hardcore old man on television.

See? No biggie.

All our protagonists’ investigations lead them to one building: Midland Circle. Danny arrives there in suit and tie, ready to threaten them with financial and political action, as well as reveal himself to be “The Immortal Iron Fist,” which he says more often than “hello,” but since everyone in this series makes fun of him for it I can kind of excuse it. Alexandra, nonplussed as always, tells him that the only difference between him and the other Iron Fists she’s met over the years is that this time “I won’t kill you.” And GOD do I get chills.

What follows is the action highlight of the series’ first half. Iron Fist gets better choreography than anything we saw in his show. He spends about a minute fighting Alexandra’s security detail, and right when he gets overpowered, Luke Cage busts in. They do battle side-by-side for a while, all until Jessica and Murdock (wearing Jessica’s scarf over his face) arrive on the same floor. It may be this show’s “hallway sequence,” as these Marvel Netflix projects have become known for. It’s well-lit and gives everyone a good amount to do—except Jessica, who might be the most vulnerable of the four as she’s got no real fighting technique, and for all her strength lacks any indestructible skin to fall back on when confronted with weapons. Although for what it’s worth we finally get to see her reunite with Luke Cage. That reunion is built on in the next episode (not that way, pervert) and it’s great to see their chemistry ignite again.

There’s a point in the skirmish when Matt senses that “Someone’s coming. Something.” This something is Elektra, but he doesn’t realize it at first, and they fight for a good while. Matt takes a moment to listen to her breath, which causes him to stop fighting. But she doesn’t have a heartbeat. WHICH IS ACTUALLY SUPER SPOOKY AND COOL! She hesitates when he says her name, then raises her blade to strike Matt down, only to be knocked away yet again by Danny. What a guy, that guy.

The four of them escape together, and in the next episode commandeer a Chinese restaurant as a temporary hideout. This is the first time we get to see all four of them interact, and it’s pretty fun. Cage and Jones muse over how absurd this situation is, because oddly enough, they’re sort of the straight men in this situation. They may have powers, but their worlds have never been touched by the supernatural. Rand and Murdock, however, are well-versed in this field. Thusly, they spend a good deal of time trying to catch the others up. This is also the episode that has some of Charlie Cox’s best acting yet, as a paranoid and frustrated Matt who doesn’t want to give in to the idea that A. what he suspects to be happening is in fact happening and B. he needs to involve these people in his life in order to handle it. And to some extent, all of them feel that way. While Danny is keen to team up, Jessica is immediately against it, and Luke is reluctant as well. All of them are loners by nature, who’ve each experienced pain as a result of opening up to people.

When we’re done watching them bounce dialogue off each other, Stick shows up, sword in one hand, stump as the other, to do what he does best—exposit and tell the heroes what the stakes are. It’s not long before Alexandra ALSO sneaks into the restaurant (everyone can move like a ninja when this show wants them to) and tries to reason with her enemies, saying that if Iron Fist is willing to go with her, she’ll spare the lives of his friends. Which is almost definitely completely 105% a lie. The episode, and the first half of this series, ends with Elektra ready to square off against the four vigilantes + Stick.

To give my overall impression, I’m enjoying Defenders so far, and I think the actors are too. The problem to this point isn’t the actor’s level of chemistry, but that of the characters. I’m still hoping to see the bond between Danny and Luke expand into something more than just “shut up white kid,” even though that may well be what Danny needs to hear a few times. There needs to be a believable dependence between these four people. And although I know it’s a lot to juggle, I hope the supporting characters aren’t just dropped completely. They probably won’t be, though. I expect that as The Hand start getting closer to what they want, the ramifications will spread across the Defenders’ sphere of influence, from Turk to Claire Temple*.

Other expectations/hopes for the latter half include:

A cool introduction of the Hand’s remaining “Fingers”

Colleen v. Elektra!!!!

White Hat will be from, or have ties to Wakanda

Elektra will inevitably snap out of it. The hope here is to see her pick up her signature dual sai and stand with the Defenders

Alexandra could have some further connection to one of these heroes. Preliminarily, I thought it would be interesting if she was Matthew’s long-lost mother. Though, I guess that would really be pushing it

*Claire can’t survive this, right? I mean we all know Luke and Jessica have to end up together, and Claire’s not just going to give him up. I don’t want to see her go, but I also don’t know if there’s any way for her character to develop. Of course, there’s no guarantee Marvel will stick to the comics…but the Jess-Luke romance seems like too much of a fan favorite to pass on.

Stick’s gonna get stuck and tell Matt he’s proud of him

Whatever happened to Stone/maybe Lord Darkwind, the spooky dude Stick was talking to in season one of Daredevil? Let’s get him out here

Someone just say Tony Stark’s name. I mean, come on. The guy lives in the tallest building in New York and no one’s wondering what he’d think about all this? I know we can’t afford RDJ but is his character’s name gonna break the bank? (Yeah, it definitely would.)

Bullseye tease? Maybe? I dunno, man, they already robbed him of his big moment by killing Elektra without him

I already got THAT THING spoiled for me, THAT THING about THE OTHER GUY, but it would be on this list if I hadn’t

Oh and also Blade please

And so conclude my thoughts on the first half of The Defenders. There they are, lookin’ like Nirvana. Which I guess makes sense, given the marketing for this series. I’ll be writing a similarly long-winded and unnecessary reaction to the latter half. I hope you’ll check them both out.

THANK you for reading if indeed you did read! Keep on watching, friends. And as always: Blessings & Blexcellence!

-JKW

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I Found You #34 (Finn Balor Story)

Sooo sorry for the long wait, omg this month...don’t get me started! You guys are going to get a great surprise at the end! Don’t skip over the story to find out, gotta read the entire thing to find out the surprise! Omg, I can’t believe Wrestlmina is 2 weeks away! I’m so excited!

You had to walk down streets just to get to carnivals and certains areas where there were good places to eat. I was excited to eat Irish food for the first time or at least taste some of it. It was a beautiful, sunny day spring-like air with a hint of freshness. Young children ran around playing games of all sorts and going on rides. Mostly, everybody wore green and everyone was in good spirits. I tried to have a good time despite my silence towards Finn. It was an awkward and painful silence. His nieces and nephews and little cousins were the only thing from keeping me from crying.

I was mad at him because of his drunken behavior also because he allowed Balor to invade me. He wasn’t there and he is always there. I understand in a way, it’s not Finn’s fault, it’s only then I realized how much I depend on Finn for protection and he depends on me for protection and comfort. No comfort for given this morning as I glared at him and stormed away to the kitchen for breakfast. Mr. and Mrs. Devitt talk to each about their excitement for the carnival and the fireworks. They said it’s where they fell in love around ten thirty at night when the last one pop! Their story intrigued me as I ate hot cereal.

Finn came in hungover much to his mother’s disagreement. She scoffed as Finn sat next to me. I moved away immediately Finn was caught by surprise. From this morning until now, I kept my distance from Finn, I can’t let it go.

“(Y/N) will you go on that ride with me?” Shelly, his youngest cousin asked. I looked up at the ride she pointed at that look like I was going to lose my breakfast on. I took a bite of my Fat Frog,

“Um, I think I’ll sit this one out…” I said nervously. Shelly and her sister ran towards the rides most of the adults followed, I stayed behind to go under a tent to get out of the sun. I could see Finn from the corner of my eye; he hesistated for a moment before following me. I turned to the other side of the tent. I had nothing to say to him.

“(Y/N)” he called me. I scoffed, his soft voice hit me like a ton of bricks only it felt good and warm. I did not answer, only giving the indication I was somewhat listening.

“Huny, what can I say or do to tell you I’m so sorry…” He said, almost teary. I did not respond only having my back turned to him as I glanced over the pretty painted window glass.

“I’m sorry if I was caught off guard with Balor and he-” I turned swiftly trying to hold my tears back.

“There is so much I want to say, so much wrong is here and it needs to address.” I said, waving my hands in the air as I sniffled.

Finn stood wanting to listen, “You came home last night I didn’t care if you were drunk or even tipsy, I’m use to seeing you somewhat like that...but in front of your mom was horrible. Speaking of your mom, do you know how much your want for success is hurting your family?” I stepped up to him.

“Balor is no good for anybody, for you, for me, your family, and your career!” I said. Finn sighed, putting his hand to his head, rubbing his forehead.

“(Y/N) baby…” He said,

“Baby, baby, baby, baby!” I mocked him before storming off.

I went down to the beach and sat in the sand, I put my head into my legs and began to sob, still feeling his stinging kiss. It only dawned on me, Wrestlmaina is only two weeks away now and things are coming together. Balor is being cocky, of course he is going to try to make Finn lose. He has more power than Finn does. He’ll destroy Finn permanently before making me his forever. My thoughts traveled to ‘my’ potential children with Balor after I had the slightest hope of happiness with the devil.

I put my head back into my legs sobbing harder. A pair of arms wrapped around me as the person sat behind me. I heard him grunt sitting on the ground before I realized it was Finn.

“No, no…” I cried, trying to break free.

“No, listen…” He said, as i gave up easily. He rested his head on the back of my neck.

“I’m sorry about everything, you are right about him, I will do my hardest to fight him off at Wrestlmaina and win the championship, and our lives together!” He whispered in my ear.

“I just need you to forgive me…”

I turned to him, teary-eyed as I wrapped my arms around him, giving him a hug, “I can’t live without you and I don’t want to live with anybody else, but you.” I confessed to him. I was now terrorfied for Wrestlmaina. I was scared of Brock Lesner and Balor. It was almost unbearable. It was coming to fast and to soon. We had so much at risk.

“Do you forgive me, please tell me you forgive me…” Finn begged.

“I forgive, I don’t care if you come home dead drunk anymore, just please don’t let Balor take me from you.” I cried.

Finn sighed, “He’ll have to go through my cold dead body.” He whispered, sounding reinsuring. I gripped him hard as my legs went around his troso. I pulled away whipping my tears from my eyes.

He smiled feeling everything going back into place. “How do you manage to stay so calm during this? I’m a wreck!”

“No, no, it’s eating me up inside worse than what Balor does...I don’t want nothing happening to my best girl.” He said, running my hands through my hair. He gave me a quick kiss before saying,

“Let’s grab some cotton candy and go on some rides!”

“OK!” I exclaimed.

Finn and I spent the entire day together going in and out of shops and stores. Some stores he knew other stores he wasn’t sure of. He never let me leave his side and for the first time in months, I did not feel Balor’s hover only the closeness of Finn. Ironically the gift to feel Finn’s presence came from Balor. Finn bought us ice cream as we walked down the boardwalk. Finn loves vanilla and no one makes it better than Ireland apparently. Finn’s nose got into the vanilla ice cream causing the tip of the nose to be white. I giggled, as I stood on my tippy toes to lick the ice cream off his nose. We giggled as if we were on our first date, because let’s face it, our first date was meeting Balor. I honestly enjoy this date more than that.

The sun began to set and the fireworks were about to set off into the night sky. Finn and I went on a couple of rides together, some with his little nieces like the carsole and boats. I took a few pictures of Finn, I have enough now to start a photo album I had already ideas how to make it. Something to look forward to when I go home.

Everyone began to go to the beach and make themseleves comfortable on the sand. If I didn’t know anybody, I felt like I was home in Seattle during our fourth of July; teenagers running around talking to their friends, families sitting with their little ones, and young couples like me and Finn sitting together in their perfect harmony. Finn sat nervously, glancing around as if he was looking for someone.

“Is it Balor?” I asked.

“No, no, um maybe to much sugar today...you know I’m older...I’m not a little kid...sugar reacts differently with me.” He said, with jitters it was almost like he was on a sugar high. I moved closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. He smiled and became calm as the night took over.

The fireworks began to go off slowly, one by one really. One beautiful then the last. It made the ocean reflect its beauty as they went off, they sparkled and boomed making my heart skip beats. Finn looked over to me almost memorized at my amazement. He held his knees to his chest and he fidget slightly.

“Honey?”

“Yeah?” I asked looking at him.

“I love you.” He said, “And I don’t think I say that often enough.”

I giggled, “You don’t have to say I know it.”

“Well, do you love me enough to do me the pleasure of becoming my wife?” He asked. I turned my head quickly to find him holding a box with a beautiful ring inside. My heart jumped from my chest as I realized this was reality. I gasped holding my hands to my mouth. Finn began to smile as I nodded trying to get the words out of my mouth.

“Yes!” I cried, grasping him in my arms as I nuzzled myself into his neck. Finn rushed to put the ring on my finger; it fit perfect. We looked at each other and stopped laughing.

We pulled our lips together and kissed each other as soon to be husband and wife. When they say when you kiss someone it feels like fireworks are going off; it sparkles and it feels like boom! I have kissed Finn many times and all of them were just enjoyable as the last, most meaningful and the most loving. This kiss however, I knew right away I was incredibly and undoubtedly in love with him.

Finn said, he wanted to wait until my graduation in June to proposal to me, but he thought that tonight was going to be the perfect night. In was an insurance policy to me, if Finn’s lose at Wrestlmina, Balor would never take me and I will always have Finn close to me. Always. Although this proposal gave me hope, we are getting married we have to get married. It’s set in stone now. We went to bed together that night together, I curled under his arm nestling softly in the corner of the pillow, as his other arm was scooped under my waist. It was the first time we slept together with smiles on our faces.

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