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loousir · 3 years

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Matching Styles {Damien Bloodmarch}

Damien Bloodmarch x Male Reader

Game: Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator

Warnings: Casual boyf flirting, changing the readers outfit, I honestly still really like this one

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Originally posted on February 28, 2021

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Damien and I were sitting on his couch, cuddling close to eachother and the fire on this rather chilly afternoon. I was thinking about how things have been lately when I closed my eyes and leaned into him more. I smiled as he rest his head on my chest and his hand that wasn't around my waist on my thigh.

"(Y/n)?" I hummed at Damiens words to let him know I was listening. "Could we go up to my room for a moment." I looked up to him before sitting up a bit. "Is there a specific reason?" I asked as he stood and took my hand, standing me up as well. "Well yes, but I can't say til we get there." I tilted my head slightly as he took me up the stairs to his "quarters", not once letting go of my hand.

We walked in and he closed the door behind the both of us. "This will be a little bit strange but I must ask you to close your eyes and let me... Uhm... C-change you..." My brows furrowed as I looked to his shy eyes. "Oh-kay..."

I closed my eyes and blushed as he walked around me. He fumbled around with what sounded like clothes before approaching me again. His hands were gentle as he raised my arms and slipped off my shirt. "Do you mind if I... Re-remove your uhm... Trousers as well?" I put my arms down and nodded. "You'll have to eventually I'd assume..." I blushed brightly as he tossed away my shirt.

His fingers gently brushed against my abdomen, making me blush more if possible. He carefully unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulling them down. His long hair gently brushed against my leg giving me goosebumps. I stepped out of my pants and he tossed those to the side as well. I blushed more and covered my chest from the cold air.

"I'll put the bottoms on first then the top." Damien said as he walked behind me. I heard the pants shift, the button and zipper clacking together softly as he picked them up. He had me step into them and pulled them up to about my mid thigh before asking me to pull them up till they're comfortable. I did and he zipped and buttoned them for me, adjusting a few things before moving behind me again.

The fabric felt soft but when I shifted they felt like leather pants. They weren't tight by any means but they were well fitting, almost as if they weren't even there. He stood behind me and asked for me to slip on what I could only assume was a button up. I put it on and adjusted the wrists and shoulders to be more comfortable. The wrists had the same fabric cuffs as his typical white button up.

He slowly buttoned the shirt together, making me smirk a bit. "Savoring the view for a moment longer my dear?" My eyes were still closed when he didnt respond. I felt him come closer and rest his head on my shoulder. "It's a sight I don't often see." He mumbled before pulling away again. I smiled as he adjusted the other extra fabric around my chest and messed with the collar a bit before going behind me once more.

"All you need to do is ask and you can see it more often." I teased and I knew it made him blush since he stepped away from me and spoke.

"It will be just this and shoes then I'll tell you when to look. Also could you tuck in the shirt please?" He said making me act almost instantly. "I'll need a little help making sure its right." I said doing my best to make it even everywhere. He came back over to me and helped finish tucking in the sides but hesitated on the back and front. "Damien?" He hums. "You know it's alright if you touch me..." I paused.

"A-are you sure?" He asked quietly. I blushed and nodded. "If you dont want to then that's fine-" "No I... Just didnt know your boundaries about those... Areas." His hands gently tucked in the back of the shirt first, making sure it laid looked flat while also slightly squeezing what I have which I leaned into. He carefully removed his hands and moved to the front side and a bit more cautiously tucked it in.

Once finished, he moved back behind me again and helped me put on what I could only assume was a coat. It was heavy and hit the back of my knees once on properly. He walked around to the front and buttoned two buttons, holding the coat together before fixing the collar and resting his hands on my shoulders. "I'm going to back you up to the bed so I can put on the shoes."

I laughed slightly and smiled. "Alright." He gently pushed on my shoulders, making me back up slowly. Of course, when I hit the bed I lost my balance and fell backwards. Making me grip onto Damien and take us both down. He was between my legs while I held his hips, both of us pressed against eachother. I blushed again and kept my eyes closed as he helped me sit back up.

"Sorry." "I apologize."

We both spoke at the same time making me laugh which made him laugh. "We were equally at fault there." I said resting my head on his rib area. He gently ran a hand through my hair, making me lean into him a bit more before pulling away. "Okay okay, let's put the shoes on so that I can see you again."

He pulled away and kneeled down, signaled by the soft thumps on the floor. Damien put my right on first, telling me they were boots rather than shoes. He zipped and buttoned up the inside and messed with something before doing the same with the other foot. Damien stood up, grabbed my hands, pulled me up, and walked me across the room. He stood me so I was facing a specific direction and fixed the ruffles around my wrists before backing away.

"Ok, you can look now."

My eyes unintentionally fluttered when they opened and I was both shocked and happy to see what he had put on me. The shirt was just like his and the pants were a nice, slightly shiny black fabric. "Pants are a bit more modern dont you think?" I asked looking over to him. His eyes were staring downwards before they looked up to me. "Just a tad yes. I have another pair more accurate just incase I didnt like how they look but..."

"I like how they look too." I said looking back at the mirror and down to my shoes. They were a nice slightly shiny black as well with gold accent buttons. The coat was long and the main color was a deep maroon red with black accents. The inside was black as well and the buttons were the same gold as the shoes. I turned myself to Damien and walked over to him.

I pulled him into a tight hug and a very passionate kiss. He returned both gestures and a few moments passed before I pulled my lips away from his to speak. "I love it. And I love you." His face held a blush as he looked into my eyes. "I'm glad you do. And I love you too." He leaned up for another kiss to which I gladly returned.

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#m4m #mxm #x male reader #dream daddy x male reader #ddadds x male reader #damien bloodmarch x male reader

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euovennia · 3 years

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Mate

Summary: In which Carlisle finds his mate with the subtle guidance of Alice.

Pairing: fem!reader x Carlisle Cullen

Word Count: 1,860

"Slow down, Alice! There's no need to be this excited, it's just skating." Rosalie remarked with a bored expression as she and the rest of the Cullen family struggled to keep up with the tiny woman.

"Maybe it is just skating, but we haven't had a family outing like this in forever, Rose! Trust me when I say this is good for us, it'll be unforgettable." Alice spoke, a mix of mischief and excitement glimmering in her golden eyes. Jasper came towering beside her and wrapped an arm around her small frame, "Just what are you planning, darlin'?" Alice only smiled before quickly escaping his grasp and continuing bouncing her way toward the entrance of the skating rink as the small group attempted to rid themselves of the uncomfortable nagging feeling in the back of their minds.

Something was going to happen, but no one knew what.

With the door held open by Alice, the family quickly filed into the building before being dragged over to the check-out counter where an older man stood hunched over the counter as he kept his eyes trained on a small TV in the corner of the counter. His calm exterior fumbled momentarily as the sound of the entrance door slamming shut behind the rather large group snapped him out of his focus. He quickly straightened himself out as he painted a warm smile onto his face, "Well hello there folks, what can I do for you?"

At this, Alice quickly pushed a surprised Carlisle to the front of the group. Feeling awkward, he quickly clasped his hands in front of him as he looked directly at the man who was patiently awaiting a response, "Hello. My family and I were interested in doing some skating. Perhaps for an hour or two."

The man turned to look down at his wristwatch before changing his attention to Carlisle once again, "Of course, but I have to say that there's gonna be about a ten-minute wait. I can get you all situated with your skates and take you down to the observation room while you wait. If that's alright, of course."

Carlisle glanced back at his family and upon receiving one enthusiastic reply from Alice and a shrug from Edward before he turned to the man, "Yes, that'll work out fine."

With their skates in hand, the Cullen clan followed the man down a long, brightly lit hallway before reaching a set of worn-in blue metal doors. The doors let out a loud creak as they were pushed open by the man. As the group filed inside the cold room, they were met with an intensely fast-paced tune composed of numerous cellos. They glanced at one another, the uncomfortable feeling slowly beginning to blossom in their bodies further with the exception of Alice who stood there with a large, expectant grin on her pale face. Realization dawned on Rosalie as she caught sight of her sister's face and she harshly grabbed her wrist as she spoke in a low tone, "What the hell are we doing here, Alice?" Ignoring her harsh, venom-filled tone Alice only shrugged. Huffing, Rosalie returned to Emmett's side as she crossed her arms. Sensing the tension that was growing between his adoptive children, Carlisle turned to the old man who was looking out a window that was faced outward toward the skating rink. "Is there a specific reason for the music?"

The man looked back at Carlisle and wordlessly motioned him to stand by his side. Carlisle furrowed his brows together in slight confusion but walked over by the man as requested. Eyes focused on the glass window in front of him, Carlisle watched as a woman feverishly skated around the rink with a heightened sense of grace and elegance that could rival that of his own family. He found himself enthralled with the precise and quick movements coming from the mysterious woman and found himself letting out an unnecessary breath as he asked, "Who is that?"

The old man kept his eyes trained on the woman's skating figure as he answered, "I don't know much about her if I'm being honest. All I know is that she's a pro skater and that her coach is pretty strict." Carlisle reluctantly tore his gaze away from the woman and glued them to the man beside him, "Coach?" The man nodded as he turned to face Carlisle fully, "Yeah. That guy over there." He spoke as he lamely motioned to the left side of the rather large rink. Carlisle's gaze settled on a well-built man with medium brown hair that was immaculately styled with calculating and judgmental eyes that seemed to rake over every movement of the female skater.

As Carlisle's gaze went to settle on the woman once again, he was pulled from his thoughts as his adoptive children had grown an apparent interest in Carlisle's overly observant attitude. "What're you looking at, pops?" Emmett spoke loudly causing Carlisle to cringe at both the nickname and volume of his voice. "Nothing, Emmett. Just looking around the rink is all." Rosalie scoffed, "Seems to me like you were checking out something special," Her gaze quickly turned to the woman who was effortlessly gliding across the ice, "Or someone." It was at this moment where Carlisle knew that if he was still capable of blushing, his face would be on fire. "She seems to be very talented, it's eye-catching." Esme gently defended. "Well, the music is a bit obnoxious." Rosalie muttered. "A flair for the dramatics never hurt anyone." Edward mused. "Oh please, all you know how to do is be dramatic." Rosalie fired back, her annoyance growing with each passing second.

Carlisle watched the scene unfold in front of him with weariness in his eyes as he gave a small nod toward Jasper who then unleashed a subtle calming effect on everyone present. Unable to fight back the sudden wave of calmness she felt, Rosalie let out a deep breath before walking away with Emmett trailing behind her, ready to calm her down further if needed. Relaxing his posture slightly, he turned to face the old man. "I apologize. My family, unfortunately, do not see eye to eye on everything." The man simply waved off his apology. "I used to be a family man myself. No worries. Anyhow, I best be getting back to the front desk. As soon as those two get out, feel free to hop on in." He said before giving the family a departing wave and walking away.

Carlisle watched him disappear behind the rusty blue doors before directing his attention back to the now-empty ice rink. He felt his undead heart fall to the pit of his stomach as one question raced through his mind: Where did she go?

His question was quickly answered as the doors leading to the rink opened and the man and woman walked in speaking in what Carlisle could make out to be French-based on his rather limited knowledge. He watched with great interest as the man and woman went back and forth with their conversation.

"Vous vous déplacez trop lentement dans certains domaines. Vous devez l'accélérer." (tr: You move too slow in some areas. You need to speed it up.) The man spoke, his tone a bit rough and body language that gave off the impression that he was annoyed. The woman seemed a bit exasperated as she responded, "Je sais que oui, mais je me sens épuisé. Donnez-moi juste un jour de repos, c'est tout ce dont j'ai besoin. Je serai mieux après, je te le promets!" (tr: I know I do, but I feel exhausted. Just give me one rest day, that's all I need. I'll be better after, I promise!) Once finished speaking, the man turned to her and shoved a finger in her face as he spoke quickly and sternly, an annoyed expression present on his face. "Non. Vous ne vous améliorez qu'avec une pratique constante. Pas de jours de repos pour vous. Arrête de demander." (tr: No. You only get better with consistent practice. No rest days for you. Stop asking.) The woman seemed disheartened by his attitude as she crossed her arms and simply nodded. The man let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, "Pardon. Juste ... Habillez-vous. Nous devons partir." (tr: Sorry. Just...Get dressed. We need to leave.) The man tore his gaze from the woman in front of him and was surprised to see a large group of pale people awkwardly trying to pretend as though they weren't just eavesdropping. A light pink color dusted his cheeks as he pulled his jacket closer to his frame. "My apologies. Just a small disagreement. Have fun on the ice." He said, an awkward smile on his face as he walked out of the cold room.

With the door slamming shut behind him, the woman looked up at the family, her eyes quickly moving over the appearance of all of them, her gaze lingering on a certain blonde doctor for a second longer before speaking, "Sorry to take up all the ice. It's just that people normally don't come here." At the sound of her soft voice, Carlisle looked away from the door where the man had once gone through and fixed his eyes on the beauty in front of him.

She had dark brown hair that was thrown up to an elegantly messy bun with two fallen wisps of hair that worked to frame her face perfectly. Her eyes were a few shades lighter than her hair whereas her perfectly arched eyebrows matched her hair color perfectly. He found himself admiring her long eyelashes that beautifully fluttered with every blink and her long, slim nose that sat perfectly on her face. He admired the light pink color that stained her lips and cheeks, a glorious reminder for Carlisle of the humanity that remained within the woman before him.

"Dad!"

Carlisle looked over at Alice who had a knowing grin on her face as she motioned with her head toward the woman. He looked back at her, "I just wanted to know if you were alright. You seemed a little...Out of it."

At the sound of her melodic voice, Carlisle gave her a warm smile. "Yes. I do that sometimes. Sorry to concern you." The woman returned his smile as she spoke, "It's fine. We all have our moments." Carlisle nodded as his smile stayed painted on his face. After a few moments, the woman spoke again, "It was nice seeing you all, but I must get going. Have fun." Carlisle's face fell at her admission and he nearly reached out to stop her but restrained himself from doing so. "Of course. Have a wonderful day." With a final smile, she gave the group a nod of acknowledgment before taking her leave.

"What was that?" Jasper spoke once the doors shut behind the woman. Carlisle could feel his undead heart clench as he uttered the next two words,

"My mate."

#twilight #carlisle #imagine #twilight imagine #breaking dawn #bella swan #edward cullen #jasper hale #esme cullen #rosalie cullen #emmett cullen #carlisle cullen #twilight imagines #new moon #eclipse #fanfiction #fanfic #cullen #it's the way it's 2021 and i'm sitting here writing a fanfic for carlisle bc there's not enough for him

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classycadaver · 3 years

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A side blog for my main classycorpse. I'm posting any future art + writing here just cause I like making things difficult for myself. Anyways- heres a oneshot esc thing I wrote for a Post-Apocalypse esc au based around Fallout and Metro Exodus. I dont think I'll ever finish it but I was fairly proud of how the first chapter came out so I'm sharing it.

The original title for this work was "Pieces of The People We Love " and was going to follow the main plot of the founding of L'manburg up until it went boom, but through a Post Apocalyptic lense.

Reblogging is much appreciated and encouraged!

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" Watch out for that branch. "

" What bra- OH FUCK!"

Wilbur snorts at the explosive cursing behind him, smirking as he stops and turns toward Tommy. The young teen was hunched over, rubbing at his face all the while letting out a litany of curses.

" Your just a grade a fuckin' comedian, aren't ya Wilbur? '' Tommy spats venomously, glaring up at his brother. Wilbur chuckles, a genuine smile splitting across his face as he rolls his eyes. " Do you think it's funny? Trying to blind your poor, helpless, younger brother in such dire times?" Tommy adds. Wilbur notes the red line that streaks across Tommy's nose and cheek, presumably where the branch had struck him; Wilbur shakes his head as his younger brother continues to air his grievances, rolling his eyes at Tommy's overreaction.

" Well, I did warn you. Not my fault you can't follow simple commands. '' Wilbur humms back in a matter-of-factly tone. " And good job with the big words Tommy, I didn't know your vocabulary had expanded so much. Techno would be proud. "

Wilbur is already turning around, walking further along the path the two were currently traversing. Tommy fumbles with himself, trying to think of a response as he hurries after Wilbur. Tommy has to lengthen his gate to match Wilburs pace, almost fast walking to keep up with the taller man.

" I- well-.... whatever, you're a jerk, I don't have to explain myself to you. " Tommy hisses, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. " Plus- dire isn't a big word. Anyone can say dire, bitch. " The blonde added hotly.

" Whatever you say, Tommy. " Wilbur chuckles, waving off his younger brother. Tommy gapes at him, taken aback at being dismissed so swiftly.

" Did you just wake up on the ' let's bully Tommy today' side of the bed this morning? Cause you're being a pretty big dick, Wil, not gonna lie. " Tommy grumbles, glaring holes into the back of Wilbur's head. Wil simply shrugs, letting out an exasperated noise that indicated he was clueless towards Tommy's accusations. " I have no idea what youre talking about,Toms. " Wilbur hums. " Someones just extra sensitive today it seems. "

Wilbur cackles when Tommy punches him in the side, a string of angry curses leaving the teens mouth. The punch had no real anger or malice behind it, but the younger boy's bony knuckles dug into Wilburs side almost painfully, leaving a sting where Tommy's fist had struck Wil's side. The taller of the two let's out a huff, a shaky, wheezing, laughter following it.

" This is older sibling abuse-!" Wilbur laughs. The darker haired man dodges another swing aimed toward his arm, he catches Tommy's fist in the air. Wilbur is quick to spin the agitated teenager away from him, snorting humorously as Tommy almost loses his footing. Tommy desperately tries to catch his balance less he falls head over heels into the dirt road.

" Fockin- What the hell do you call that, then?" Tommy yells back at Wilbur, gesturing to the open space around them. " 'Older Sibling abuse' my ass!" The blonde growls, throwing his hands in the air. Tommy stands his ground, arms crossed over his chest as he stares Wilbur down with narrowed eyes.

" I demand an apology. " Tommy practically growls in a haughty tone.

" A- you can't be serious?" Wilbur stops in his tracks, looking at Tommy with a exspression that screams 'your bullshiting me, right?'. " You started it!" Wilbur accuses, letting out an airy laugh of disbelief. " You want me to apologize for defending myself against such a brutal attack?"

Tommy's gaze seemingly hardens at Wilbur's words. His brow furrows and his mouth sets into a deep frown. Wilbur finds the look downright adorable. It sparks a small nostalgic memory for wilbur, reminding him of the earlier days with his brother- when Tommy used to pout whenever things didn't go his way. Although it seems like not much has changed over the years.

Wilbur lets out a long, drawn out sigh; a hand flies to his face, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head. " Fine. " Wilbur knew that Tommy wouldn't let something as simple as this go so fast, it was best to just apologize and get it over with. Internally, Wilbur cheers himself on by being such a good older sibling.

" Tommy I'm sorry-" Tommy looks at Wilbur triumphantly, a smirk already replacing his frown. Wilbur suddenly narrows his eyes behind his glasses, " I'm sorry for defending myself against a rather vicious attack. " He finishes. Wilbur mirrors Tommy's fading smirk as he turns away, suddenly dismissing the teen with a simple wave of his hand. Still a totally honorable older sibling thing to do.

" Asshole!"

Wilbur snickers, shoving his hands into his pockets as he hears Tommy's encroaching footsteps.

" You think you're so-"

" About a mile up this road and We'll reach Essmpy." Wilbur interjects into Tommy's sentence, smiling softly as he watches his brother give him a death glare. There's a few beats of silence that pass between them, only the ambiance of nature filling in the gaps. The quietness seems to calm Tommy down considerably; the teen walking behind Wilbur in uncharacteristic silence. Wlibur cast a glance over his shoulder, observing Tommy with a mild sense of worry. Wil opens and closes his mouth, unable to find the words he's looking for. Eventually Wilbur lets it go, content with the silence.

But the quietness doesn't last long before Tommy begins to talk. " I'm not letting that go, by the way-you shit head. I'm holding that against you, until you actually apologize." The blonde declares, looking pointedly at Wilbur before looking away. Wilbur simply shrugs, deciding that there were worse fates than a brother's faux hatred.

A pregnant pause follows Tommys sentence, although Wilbur can tell the boy was attempting to put together another string of words. Wilbur walks patiently alongside Tommy, slowing his pace considerably." Do you think Techno will be there? Or.. or Phil?" Wilbur seems to be caught off guard by Tommy's question. The taller man's gate stutters as he tries to formulate a response. " Maybe? I don't know. '' Wilbur chokes out, furrowing his brow. " I mean-.. Techno was all the way up near Glay'seir. Doing college stuff and what not. So he's probably still up there, yea? I heard they were pretty well fortified, so Techs… okay, most likely. '' Wil blurts out, looking at the road ahead of them. His brown gaze flits over to Tommy, who had fallen back into a concerning quietness.

The blonde simply nodded his head, looking down at the beaten dirt path below his boots, subconsciously wringing his gloved hands. He quickly pushes down his anxieties, shoving his hands to his sides as he thinks of something funny- anything to get rid of the melancholy mood.

Tommy grunts when he smacks into Wilburs back, huffing agitatedly as he stumbles back a few feet, an insult already on the tip of his tongue. Before he can say a word, Wilbur whirls around, grabbing Tommy's hand as he starts to run the way they had just come.

Tommy barely has time to collect himself before he gets jerked backwards by the force of Wilburs hold on his hand. He nearly trips over his own feet in an attempt to keep up with Wilbur, the anxiety and fear building up in his chest making it even harder to focus on where he's running.

In another quick motion, they stop. Wilbur ducks past one of the shrubs lining the road, tugging Tommy in after him. Before he knows it, they're both sitting behind a tree, covered by the foliage surrounding them. Tommy scowls at the uncomfortable feeling of roots, sticks, and leaves beneath him; but he does not express his disdain for the area Wilbur chose to hide them in.

" What was it?" Tommy whispers, trying to peer past the tree trunk to get a glimpse of whatever Wil had seen. Tommy is immediately pulled back, a hand planted over his mouth as Wilbur shushed him. The blonde glares at Wilbur, scowling as he pushes Wils hand away from his face, grumbling angrily at his brother.

They wait in uncomfortable silence. Tommy listens intently for any sign of movement, but only hears the general ambiance of the forest. He lets out an exasperated sigh after what feels like ages of waiting, head thudding against the trunk of the tree before turning to Wilbur.

" Come on Wil, there's literally nothing out there-” Tommy's mouth snaps shut, body going completely rigid and eyes practically bulging from their sockets. Fear silences any words from escaping his mouth as he stares at the thing Wilbur had apparently seen earlier. He feels Wilbur tense next to him as the brunette moves into a crouched position, his hand clenching Tommy's hand almost painfully. Both of their eyes are trained onto the creature just a few trees away from them, its giant grey body could clearly be made out from between the greens and browns of the forest around them.

The lanky abomination has its flank toward them, its whip thin tail flicking back and forth as its large head hangs heavy between its bony shoulders, presumably sniffing the ground. Tommys breath catches in his throat when the creature's head suddenly snaps up; a high pitched, echoey cry leaves the animal's parted maw. The sound seeps directly into Tommys soul, his hand clenching Wilburs.

Wilbur glances back at Tommy taking his sights off of the creature for a moment. Tommy catches Wilburs eyes, fear very prominent in his blue gaze. Wil takes another quick look toward the creature before mouthing the words ‘ back to the road.’ at Tommy. The blonde furrows his brows in confusion. Back to the road? Surely that thing would hear them going through the underbrush? Was Wilbur nuts?

Tommys eyes widen when Wilbur shifts in place, yanking his hand from Tommy's. In a swift series of movements, Wilbur's arm is thrown back with a large object in hand- wait when did he get a rock? There's a loud crash as Wil throws the object; The rock tumbles through the foliage, effectively catching the creatures attention. It lets out a rumbling bark, immediately nose diving into the underbrush. Tommy scrambles against the bark of the tree, watching as Wilbur bolts from his spot besides him and quickly disappears past the tree trunk.

Tommy scrambles to follow Wilbur, tripping over his feet and the roots of the tree as he goes after Wil. Dread seeps into his stomach when a loud, ear piercing howl erupts from behind him. Tommy has his eyes set onto the back of Wilburs trench coat, focusing on his brother's back as his legs fly a mile a minute beneath him. His heart thunders in his chest, lungs burning as he sucks in quick gasps of air.

A crash and screech alerts them both that the Creature had caught on to their scent, the loud pounding of paws on the earth floor was enough to light a fire beneath Tommy's feet. He watches as Wilbur pushes past the barrier of foliage that encases the road they were traveling earlier- a spark of hope ignites in the boy's chest as he closes in on where Wilbur had disappeared. Tommy's mouth opens into a silent cry as he trips over a root or rock, sending his body barreling through the wall of leaves and out onto the road.

Tommy hits the ground hard, the impact forcefully knocking the wind from his lungs as he tumbles forwards. Tommy lets out a wheeze as he lays helplessly on the road, desperately gasping for air as he claws at the dirt beneath him, trying to make more distance between him and the creature.

A loud caterwaul fills the air, quickly followed by a near deafening screech. Tommy curls in on himself, covering his head with his arms. The blonde cries out when something solid hits his side as an uncomfortable warmth seeps through his ragged clothes.

Tommy peeks open one of his eyes, face morphing into fear as he stares at the battered face of whatever had been chasing them. He screams, desperately scrambling backwards to get away from the thing. It takes him a second to realize that the creature very much wasn't alive at all. The head that had been staring at him was decapitated, head severed just below its jaw from its neck.

" Damn- that was a close call. "

As if the situation could get even more confusing, a voice comes from Tommy's left, spooking the boy significantly. He turns to face whoever had just been talking. Tommy is immediately greeted by a figure looming above him, the sun above perfectly silhouetting the stranger just right so he couldn't make out their face.

" Wil?" Tommy asks hesitantly. He quickly realizes that whoever this was- certainly wasn't Wilbur. Tommy immediately gets into a standing position, swaying lightly on his feet from an intense feeling of vertigo- he must have hit his head hard when he fell.

The green man takes a step back, holding up his hands in an attempt to appear harmless. The bow and arrow in hand accompanied by the sword on this stranger's hip paints a different story. The incredibly tall height this guy is packing intensities the whole "intimidation" factor- he has to at least be eight feet tall. He was clad in a green camo jumper, a gold chest plate adorns his chest along with golden shoulder pads, his face obscured by what appeared to be a gas mask.

" Who- Who the fuck are you?" Tommy splutters, unsure of what to make of this situation he's found himself in. The stranger lowers his hands, a soft "oh right" escaping him as he tries to find the right words.

“ My name is Awesam... But my friends call me Sam. “

#dream smp #dream smp au #au #alternate universe #tommy innit #tommy and wilbur #Tommy and Wil are brothers in this au #Techno and Wil are twins #phil is the dad ofc #sleepy bois fanfic #sleepy bois inc #wilbur soot #other characters mentioned #Awesamdude sort of at the end #apocalypse #post apocolypse #fanfic #mild gore warning i guess #language

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baekhyuq · 5 years

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“Strawberries.” Baekhyun (m) | Vampire!bbh

*Genre: Fluff, Smut

*Warnings: fingering, cunnilingus, face sitting, forced orgasm

*Mini playlist: link

*[This fic is inspired by Baekhyuns SuperM teaser pictures.] ***This is totally not proof read sorry***

Summary: Your goth vampire boyfriend Baekhyun invites you on a picnic date in the middle of a beautiful field full of flowers.

The wind slightly blew as you both sat on the ground. The red gingham blanket protecting you from getting dirty. You smiled as the sun was shining down on you. Baekhyun...not so much.

His skin was sensitive to the sun, being a vampire made it difficult to sun bathe. Even though he knew you loved being surrounded by nature and basking in the suns warm rays he planned this adorable picnic for you both.

A thoughtful man.

The man that made you feel special.

Baekhyun packed strawberries, sandwiches, cheese cubes, sparkling lemonade, watermelon, chocolate and grapes. He really knew how to set a playful mood for the afternoon.

The sun was at its peak so it could shine down on you and he could admire your raw beauty. He thought about when the sun hit your features you were the prettiest. Baekhyun envied the sun’s touch, letting it settle into every nook and cranny of your body. Bringing warmth and it’s gentle touch.

He wanted to be your sun.

Baekhyun looks over at your figure, you’re leaned back on your arms, legs crossed to the side as you eat a strawberry. How pretty, he thought.

You look over to find Baekhyun’s eyes on you. You raise your brow at him in question, he shrugs his shoulders and grins. You look down at the basket of food and pluck a strawberry from its carton.

“Here.” You bring it to his lips and he accepts it gracefully, taking a bite from the fruit while maintaining eye contact. His dark eyes light up at the flavor of the fruit.

He’s never eaten human food, so when you first heard this, naturally you made him try everything you loved. He loved everything.

One thing he loved about you. Your eagerness to give. You always gave so much to him. Like a flower who gives oxygen to the earth and gets nothing in return. He thought of how he wanted to give back to you.

You raise your brow at him again. “Good?”

Baekhyun nods. “It tastes...” He licks his lips, thinking about it for a moment. “Just like you.”

Your cheeks redden and you push his shoulder. “Don’t say that it’s embarrassing.” You pop a cheese cube into your mouth, pouting. You suddenly get an idea and you smile again.

“Want to try some food combinations?”

Baekhyun tilts his head in question, his black hair falling over his eyes slightly. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Ok!” You grab a cheese cube and a grape and he eyes them. “Eat the grape first then the cheese.”

He opens his mouth and you feed him the grape, he chews a little before you feed him the cheese. His brows furrow at the combination of the two flavors, shaking his head.

“That was absolutely disgusting. How could you betray me like that?”

You snort and hand him a glass of sparking lemonade. “I’m sure you’ll like strawberries and chocolate, everybody does.”

You break off a piece of chocolate and you feed him the strawberry first before giving him the chocolate.

Baekhyun moans at the flavor, his tastebuds dancing on his tongue. You smile clapping your hands.

“It’s good isn’t it?”

“It’s really good.”

“I cant believe in all the years you’ve been alive you’ve never eaten human food.” You cock your head and smile funnily. “It’s just funny how you weren’t even a bit curious.”

“My mouth would water at the sight of fresh baked goods, I wasn’t completely immune to delicious food.” He chuckles, his eyes drifting from the horizon line to yours. “And after I tasted you I knew-“

“Baekhyun!” You cover your face not wanting him to repeat any of the dirty things he’s done to you. You ears turn red and you want to hide in a hole.

Baekhyun grabs your wrist, “Hey don’t hide from me.” You can hear the smile in his voice, annoyingly enough. He coos at you in a teasing way and tries to remove your hand from your face. He wrestles with you for a moment before he pins you to the ground.

“My love,” He breathes “Look at me.”

You remove your hands and let them fall by your head. Baekhyun thinks you look pretty, your lips slightly parted and a goofy grin on them. Your eyes are peering up at his and he wants to suck the life out of you. His undead heart swells with love and adoration.

“You’re the prettiest when you smile. when the sun is shining down on just you, you make the scenery worth a drive.” He tells you.

Your heart pounds away under your ribcage and you’re afraid it may break a rib. The endearing speech causes you to let out a noise of appreciation. Between a “awww” and a “mmm.”

Baekhyun looks at you as if you’re a fresh plucked flower and he’s the gardener who’s grown you into a blossoming rose. He admires your alive figure.

You look at Baekhyun and he’s breath taking. The sunlight behind his back is casting a halo around his pretty little head, his eyes are darker than usual. His little freckles scattered across his face, and his blushing cheeks tell you he’s been outside for a bit too long.

“Baekhyun your skin...” You grab his shoulder to push him slightly, but he doesn’t budge.

“I’m fine, Y/n. Let me just remember this moment forever.” He says pushing you back down.

You let him lure you back to your place on the ground and you feel little. Baekhyun glances down at your lips.

You know what he wants to do.

You carefully lean forward and place your lips on his. Baekhyun lets out a deep sigh, and holds your back to support you.

His lips are on yours and his cold body warms up to yours. Your body temperatures are drastically different though when brought together they regulate.

Baekhyun’s lips move slow, his tongue stroking the inside of your cheek. His tongue ring made the perfect sound when it clashed with your teeth. He rubs your back, his hand going up your shirt as well. He didn’t think you would notice till he undid your bra.

Sneaky bastard. Your hands support your own body weight as Baekhyun fumbles with your bra. He gets it undone and rips away from your lips momentarily to remove your shirt and bra.

He sits on top of you, admiring your beauty once more. You smile slightly at his dark eyes. What a cheeky little bat. Baekhyun gropes you with one hand and his other hand is on your jaw, directing your lips to his.

You both share a kiss infused with strawberries and sparkling lemonade. You can taste the fresh strawberries on his tongue still.

“You taste like strawberries.” You mumble. He pulls back, looking at you.

“No, you taste like strawberries. Let me prove it.” Baekhyun slide down your body. His hands warm on your waist and hips. You giggled and shook as his fingers tickled your sides.

“Be still or i’ll have to keep you still myself.” Baekhyun’s voice was threatening, his tone dark and dripping sex.

His lips were at your hips as he unzipped your skirt and slid it down your body. He placed open mouth kisses down your thighs, stopping at your inner calves. Then he worked his way back up, kissing close to your panties but decided against it.

Baekhyun swiped his finger up your slit, eliciting a squeak from you. He grinned. Another swipe and you bit your lip, not playing in to his game. Baekhyun’s eyes shot up to your closed ones and he pulled your panty waist band back and let it slap against your skin. Your eyes shot open and you let out a whine.

“Owie..Baekhyun.” You like your bottom lip out and Baekhyun almost gives in.

Baekhyun slaps your thigh before turning you over forcefully raising your ass in the air. You yelp in surprise and look back at him, his eyes peering at your clothed sex.

Baekhyun pulls down your panties reveal your flower. He licks his lips subconsciously. Dragging a finger in your dripping sex he brings it up to his mouth licking his finger clean.

You watch in amazement as he teases you. “Stop..” You whine.

Baekhyun runs his palm over your ass and lays a light smack over he flesh. “Aww, is the poor angel not enjoying sex in the sun? Would she rather be sitting on my face instead?” Baekhyun teased.

Your eyes widen, sit on his face? Your body jolted at the feel of Baekhyun’s long fingers again as he probed at your hole. You let out a quiet moan. Baekhyun heard it and his ears perked up.

He pushed his finger in, testing the waters before pulling it out, and in, and out. In and out. Until you were moaning his name into the picnic blanket. Baekhyun pulled our his finger and pulled you up roughly.

“What?” You said in a whinny voice, mad he stopped.

“Sit on my face, angel.” Baekhyun said laying on his back on the blanket. He pulled you by your thigh until your sex was hovering over his mouth.

“Baekhyun are you sure—Ah!” Baekhyun pulled you down by your hips and hindered your speech.

Baekhyun’s tongue lapped at your pussy, the sensation of his semi rough tongue and smooth tongue pericing on your most delicate part of your body felt like heaven. Your thighs shook as the feeling of his tongue fucking you made you into a whining mess. The field was filled with your cries and whines and pleas for Baekhyun to fuck you into the hills.

The miles of civilization wouldn’t be able to hear either of your as you moaned into the atmosphere. “Baekhyun—fuck, there!” You held onto his black locks as his tongue ran over your clit.

His cold chain resting on his neck met with your ass, contrasting with your warm bodies. You could hear his breathing become ragged and his hair was tangled together as you pulled and tugged.

“W-wait, I dont want to cum yet.” You stuttered, you wanted to hold it off for as long as possible. You held Baekhyun’s head down on the ground by his hair and his eyes came up to meet yours. An evil look cross his eyes, and he grinned.

Baekhyun’s cold hands came up to hold your hips down as he licked all over your pussy. Your grip on his head couldn’t compare to the cobra like grasp he had on your hips. You whimpered and felt your core burn with desire. You thighs clenched around Baekhyun’s head and you rocked your hips on his tongue, the pleasure of it sending you into an orgasm.

Baekhyun didn’t stop his attack on your clit either way and you shook violently as you felt overly sensitive and too tired to fight against him.

“Baekhyun..” You brushes the hair out of his face and he looked up at your eyes. He retreated his tongue back in his mouth and he slid you off of him, holding you close to his body.

He could admire your completely fucked out expression and you closed your eyes. Baekhyun placed a kiss on your lips, your juices running down his chin. You tasted yourself on him. And he was right, you did taste like strawberries.

“I told you so.”

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lokizalien · 5 years

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Avengers: A Bleeding Rose // #2

Warning: cussing, mentions of sexual activity's , cringey jokes.

"Holy shit this place is huge..."

Samantha and Natasha walked inside the entrance of the building. Samantha's eyes wandering around the building as she followed the agent. There wasn't anything to spectacular on this floor, just a bunch of workers and agents that were dressed formally. Bags and piles of papers stacked up in binders and briefcases that looked like it weighed much more than the actual person, being carried around.

The clear glass windows that made up nearly 80% of the building, was mesmerizing to her. She couldn't help but smile at her current situation. 1// she was able to skip work. 2// she gets to visit shield headquarters and 3//she's about to meet her childhood hero. What was there to hate!? All the excitement build up in her head all her true feelings about the group which honestly was great until the doors to an elevator opened. Two men where standing there staring at them. One was dark skinned. He was tall and had a pure black trench coat on. His eye piercing and stern as the other was hidden beneath an eye patch. His eye following her every move. The man standing next to him was the one and only Captain himself.

Natasha smirks as she started walking towards them. Samantha on the other hand loosing her pace. Her eyes was focused on the two men staring her up and down. Their eyes practically looking through her as if she was a ghost, which only made her heart hit the pit of her stomach.

"Romanoff" Said the black male, his eye on her for a second before trailing off to Samantha.

"Fury" Nat replied as she stood next to Steve. Her gaze now on small dark skinned Detective. Her smirk only grew bigger as Samantha got on the elevator, her nails nervously tapping on her forearm, looking down at her feet. Nat cocked an eyebrow at Samantha before whispering something into Steve's ear. His blue eyes was hooked on Samantha, the once stern look on his face turned to a bubbly smirk as he stood up straight looking back at Nat.

Samantha rolled her eyes at Natasha's whispering, and was thinking about confronting it before 'Fury' interrupted her thinking.

" I would assume you know why you're here, Detective Rose"

Samantha kept quiet but her glare landed on the man, biting the inside of my lip to keep herself from speaking out of line.

"You stole something from us and we would like it back, but you see the problem, Miss Rose, is that we can't find it. Not at your apartment, not at work, not at a friend's house, or a club, but for some reason every time we look up the radiation signal for that stone, we always find it in a place where it shouldn't be. With you." His eye narrowed, examining her body language. He could tell that she was nervous and scared, as she should be.

"Sir, I'm sorry but I can't give you that stone"She finally spoke, her voice stern and cold, but also soft and obviously intimidated. She holds her breath as she sees the man's body tense, his jaw clenched.

"And why is that?" Steve spoke up. His eyes staring coldly at her. She couldn't help but slightly jump in fear.

"It's because she absorbed the Gama radiation from it. " Nat answered before Samantha could even start to process his question.

"What?" Fury asked, looking at Nat in confusion, Steve giving her a conserned looking.

" I don't know, it's just what she told me" she shrugged carelessly playing with her nails.

The elevator door finally opened as Natasha walked out of it. "Follow me, Samantha" she says still not looking up from her nails as she began to walk down the hallway. Both men now staring at Samantha with a confused and concerned the look on their faces.

She chuckles nervously, an awkward smile on her face as she slowly backed out of the elevator. "Haha.." she inhales sharply. "Bye" she muttered, giving them a finger gun gesture before quickly jogging over to Nat.

"what now?" Steve's eyes were on the floor of the elevator. His hands on the handlebars, elbows pressed against the window. "You said that the radiation was increasing drastically. Now if this is really inside of her, I need to know what's going to happen. Is she going to be okay? Is it even safe for her to be roaming the Halls?"

"These are all questions that I'm not qualified to answer... Natasha took her to a place in the building where she's away from the public, while we notify Stark about the situation. She's in his hands from that point forward." Fury replied, his eye fixed on the conserned soldier. "Only time will tell what happens next."

"Nick, for all we know, We dont have time.-" Steve protested. He was about to go on and on about the situation before Nick handed him his phone. Automatically he shut his mouth, glaring at him before he took the phone. A list of information for Steve's next mission was pulled up, which was located in Sokovia. A small huff left the perk of his lips, his jaw twitched as he looked back at Nick.

"Like I already said. Questions I'm not qualified to answer" he smirked as the elevator opened once more. He gave the captain a soft pat on the shoulder before exiting the elevator.

It's been hours since Nat left Samantha in this room. She was told to stay in there until she was told otherwise, which to her it was a bunch of bullshit. A loud, impatient groan danced across her lips as she fell backwards onto the couch. Her legs dangling off the arm of it. Her mind dancing around the fact she met Captain America.

'I mean yeah, he wasn't too happy with me and he probably thinks I'm an idiot but... I FINALLY GOT TO MEET HIM!'

She giggled to herself. The ends of her lips curling at the thought. It didn't last for long though. Her smile disappeared as she heard someone fumbling with the door nob. She instantly sat up, kicking her feet off the couch as her eyes watched the door open.

A deep red blossomed on her face. Her heart nearly beating out of her chest as she looked up at the man who walks in the room and closes the door behind him. She tries her best to put on her best smile.

"Hi Captain.."

She chuckled nervously, the man looking down at her with the sweetest smile, making her heart flutter. He tugged up on his pants slightly as he took a seat, his eyes never leaving hers. Samantha silently shifted in her seat feeling rather uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry you have to go through all this ma'am-" he began, his voice calm and rather soothing.

"but you put yourself in this situation. You do realize that you will get arrested for this... Right?"

The thought never occurred to her. She tried to keep her cool but everytime that sentence replayed in her mind she'd slightly choke. Steve noticed this, quickly walking over to the mini fridge that sat across the room. He grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to her. Without hesitation she opened the bottle and started to gulp it down.

What she didn't notice is that the entire time Steve was giving her a worried look. She was still a kid in his eyes and watching her freak out over the situation was unsettling even though he knows this is HER own fault.

She coughs when she finishes the bottle. Her eyes not leaving her feet as she struggled to come up with a reply.

" I-im sorry Captain, but.. can we talk about something else..."

"Fine..."

He sighed slightly annoyed. He gave her a questioning look, searching her forest green eyes for any sign of pure fear.

"please.."

Samantha shifts over, giving Steve more room to sit. An apologetic smile plastered on her face.

"So..-" she began the echo of her nervously tapping her foot filled the room, making Steve crack a smile.

"How are you liking the 2000's? I know it's a little odd to be in almost a whole new world.

Steve smile only grow bigger as you looked down at the floor then glanced up at her. His eyes beginning to scan the room just admiring how different everything has become since the 1940's.

"It's home ... But it'll take some getting used too"

She chuckles softly " Go figure, I bet you miss the good days, huh?"

"Well things aren't so bad-" He started, slowly making his way over to the couch. The ends of Samantha's lips curved upwards when she caught a glimpse of the amusement appearing on his face.

"The food's a lot better, the beds are a lot softer, and the internet...most useful technology known to mankind and I still can't figure out how to work a computer, but I've been trying my best to catch up on that"

"Sounds like you've been having fun" she teased, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

He partially nodded in agreement. "It's much better than being frozen in the Atlantic for 70 years, I'll tell you that much" he replied with a smile, sitting on the arm of the couch with his arms folded, looking down at Samantha.

Silence filled the room as the two just looked at each other. Samantha's mind what shuffling, trying to figure out a solution. "Samantha Rose. Since I didn't get to properly introduce myself." She smiled shyly, raising her hand for a hand shake.

"Steve Rogers" A smirk appearing on his lips, as he took the younger woman's hand. His firm grip sending chills down her spine.

"Wouldn't of guested" she laughed, now feeling comfortable enough to let her sarcasm get the best of her. Steve just rolls his eyes at that.

"So how long?" He asked, pointing to the shiny gold badge she has hooked to the waistline of her skirt. A small 'oh' danced across her lips as she unhooked it swiftly and handed it to him.

She shrugged "About 5 and a half years. A technician for 1"

He nods. "You must be a pro"

She chuckles at the statement. "I wouldn't say pro, I just have good inspiration" She smiled softly, looking at Steve.

"Not to ruin the moment but your ride is here"

They move their gaze to the door. Steve's head hung looking down as he laughed under his breath. "Is every conversation I have with a woman considered a 'moment' to you?"

The redhead smirks at his reaction, she leans on the door looking at the two. "It's progress" she replied with the click of her tongue.

"Yeah, progress I'm not purposely trying to make" He sighs. He glanced back over at Samantha and gave her a soft, reassuring smile. "That's your que"

"Right" She picked up her bookbag and placed it on one of her shoulders. Standing up, she placed her badge back on the waistline of her skirt, both of them watching her as she did so. "It was nice meeting you Captain" she stated, before heading to the door. Natasha was slowly walking into the room as Samantha walked out the door. She looked over at Steve once more and smiled.

"Stay safe"

He nods, returning the smile. "I'll keep it in mind." A small 'tch' left her pretty smile as she walked away to the elevator that already had an escort waiting for her.

Natasha nods in amusement as she walks over to Steve. "So... She's cute."

"Nat...-" Steve sighs once more, starting to fix the couch cushions. A small groan forming in his chest as he sees her wiggle her eyebrow at him

"Finish gathering up supplies for our next mission, then you find me a date."

"Hey, don't get mad at me for being supportive" That statement earned a glare from him. He knew what she was doing and honestly didn't find it funny at all.

She laughs at that " I'm multitasking" she smirked patting his shoulder. "You should consider it"

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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Great Thing

Doubles as my submission for the Nasty Off. Merry Ficmas!!

Part 2: Discretion

“No, N'Jadaka. I do not make a habit of performing sexual acts with women’s backsides,” T'Challa deadpanned. Erik was purposely antagonizing him. Irritating to the degree that T'Challa briefly considered stabbing him again. Not fatally. Well… perhaps, but the thought only lasted a moment. Crass conversation was uncomfortable and tasteless in T'Challa’s mind. “I’d rather refrain from this unsavory topic of conversation, if you don’t mind. Let's return to the discussion at hand.. The status of the shopping center.”

The shopping center a while away was a property they intended to acquire and fill with black businesses including a grocery and pharmacy. They'd yet to close on it.

“You telling me all the fat asses in Wakanda, you’ve never slid in one, said it was an accident?"

T'Challa sat stonefaced across from Erik in his Oakland office, unamused.

"You're the king, you never popped a Dora? ..Okoye? Ayo? I know they'd let you hit in the name of Wakanda,” Erik badgered, his eagle eyes trained on T'Challa’s.

"You were king temporarily, N'Jadaka. Is that an act you attempted?"

Erik's expression was accusatory.

“Are you implying.. that I’d need to lie? My encounters are very straightforward. Not that I owe you an explanation for the acts that I commit, but deceit is not my m.o.”

“Aight butch, you got it,” Erik nodded relishing in T'Challa’s obvious discomfort. His accusatory expression remained and how this topic switch occured, T'Challa had no clue. The best thing he could do was excuse himself.

"We'll continue our conversation when you're ready to talk business," he spoke rising to his feet and collecting his belongings.

---

“He did what,” Ramonda gasped, holding her chest as she watched T'Challa’s hologram relay the tale of the thuggish run-in from the center of the throne room. “He’d trade his car for a young woman. One he does not know?”

"The man is infuriating, but his progress is undeniable," T'Challa sighed.

“Utyhefu ushiye intliziyo yakhe (the poison has left his heart),” the mining tribe elder muttered.

“Must’ve been your blade, brother," Shuri joked. "Since you pierced him with a spear, he’s not been the same toxic warmonger.”

“I think the Outreach Center suits him. He’s developing healthier boundaries and exercising restraint... with his anger that is. He could have killed the man responsible for the assault on the woman, but he let him go.”

“I would have killed him, ” Shuri nodded, Ramonda admonishing her bluntness.

“Do you trust him," Ramonda asked bringing the throne room to silent attention. T'Challa hesitated.

"If I am transparent, there are still many flaws to his character though no man is perfect," he paused, "I do not trust him to place Wakandan citizens before other nations. However. I do trust him not to betray me and I do trust him to run the center."

"And what do you think, Okoye," Ramonda inquired causing the Dora to step forward gracefully beside T'Challa.

"He is not a threat," she spoke boldly.

"Then I too will trust him." Ramonda nodded.

1 Year Later.

"I guess it's a good thing N'Jadaka found something or someone to get into, You haven't gone out in a while," Okoye swirled her wine glass pointedly. There were a few pretty young women in the Oakland restaurant who appeared to be alone.

"I do.. just fine," T'Challa smiled ignoring Okoye's penetrating stare.

"If you insist." Her brows raised. He hadn't been sexually active in months which was odd.. In Wakanda, California, or anywhere else.. but she dropped the subject.

"Excuse me.. Hi," a figure intruded from the side of the table and T'Challa side-eyed the stranger, his eyes trailing up her figure once he realized she was a woman. Her eyes contained a fondness that confused him. "You probably don't remember me," she smiled nervously. She was dressed in a form-fitting black dress cut off above the knee and his eyes couldn't help but caress the smooth brown skin of her shapely legs.

"Yara," Okoye interjected, her smug eyes on T'Challa. His eyes narrowed at her subtly, upset to be caught red-handed checking out the woman. He did not recall meeting her. He would have remembered.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again," she breathed excitedly. "You saved my life, you and your cousin. I was working the street, pregnant by my pimp and you two stopped for me."

"Lancaster.." His face brightened with shock when she nodded. Her appearance had changed drastically. "You look exquisite," he gaped quickly correcting himself. "Healthy... You look.. very healthy." Okoye snickered silently.

"Sit," she instructed Yara who took a seat next to T'Challa. "Why don't you two catch up. I have things to attend to.. Have fun," she whispered teasingly. And then they were alone.

"Yara, is it? How is the baby?"

"It was a rough pregnancy. The baby was born with an addiction and we were both in rehab.. I named her Imani and now we're both clean, healthy.. and happy."

"She is a fighter like her mom," T'Challa smiled, warmed by the update.

"Would you like to meet her," she blurted wide-eyed, "She's here along with my mom."

"... Of course," T'Challa stood hesitantly, following Yara to her table. Her dress accentuated her small but deliberate curves in a way that made looking away nearly impossible. He had to force his attention to the older woman sitting near a high chair as he was introduced as 1/2 the duo that saved her life. He smiled, graciously greeting the mother who was extremely vocal with her thanks. More than words, was the evidence. Imani sat healthy, cared for, chubby and gumming on a small piece of chicken. Honor and pride welled within him. "I will definitely bring my cousin to meet you," he promised the old mother, heading back to his own table to pay the bill. Yara followed.

"I got a job at a bank and I'm stable now, financially and emotionally," she blurted. There was admiration and reverence in her eyes, which he was accustomed to. "I'm free of STDs," she added when he nodded. It was such a random addition, but caught his attention nonetheless. He paid his bill and gathered himself to exit. When Yara followed him to the door, he turned to eye her carefully. "Just listen," she implored, suddenly transparent. "I realize you probably think I'm still damaged with a complex of some sort that makes me crazy about my saviors, but I'm really just a woman trying to get the attention of a beautiful and kind man she's only met twice.. Please consider me when you get home tonight," she nodded turning to return to her table. Before he could process his movement, he'd reached for her hand to stop her and she turned on her heel slowly. What was he doing? He didn't have the slightest clue.

"Would you... like to accompany me to my cousin's home for the night," he asked watching her face brighten into a warm, radiant smile.

---

Bumping into every surface, T'Challa fumbled for the lights, Yara's lips all over his neck as she clawed at his black kaftan. He had to have several hickeys by now the way she'd latched onto him like a leech in the car Okoye had left. It rained heavily on the ride back, but they managed to stay dry.. for the most part. Yara was wet, her juices resting on his fingers and he was swollen below the waist, breathing heavily, handling her like a wildcat. She lunged, wrapping her thighs around his waist, her tongue finding the trigger spot on his neck. He threw her onto the couch roughly.

"My cousin should not be back tonight," he rushed removing his kaftan as she watched with hungry eyes. His unexpectedly large muscles flexed and Yara jumped up to touch them only to be shoved back onto the couch. "I need your phone.. I'm sure you understand the need to protect myself. I am vulnerable to you afterall." Without hesitation, she handed her device over and he hid it for safe keeping. When he returned, Yara was naked and arched on Erik's couch. He ran his long finger down the dip of her spine and gripped her buttcheek, squeezing it semi-roughly. "Do you mind if I'm a little rough with you? I am.. a bit sexually charged. I haven't been sexually active for a while."

She smiled, shaking hard with silent laughter.

"Are you laughing at my misfortune, Ms. Yara," he smiled, unable to hide his humor. Her loud giggle broke loose and she snorted, tickled by his admission. "Is that so," he grinned sinking his erection deep into her wetness. Her mouth formed an O, her laugh muted. "Tell me more," he sang in her ear smugly, letting her feel the weight of his member.. heavy inside of her. Before her lips could move, he pulled back and slammed into her again, his hand holding the back of her curly head down firmly. "You'll tell me if I'm hurting you," he asked slamming into her again. All the humor had left the room. "Say something," he murmured switching to shallower steady strokes, his lips on the back of her neck, trailing over her shoulder. She exhaled shakily, "I.. Mm.. Don't.. Dont st- Stop."

He grabbed a fistful of her curly hair then, pulling for leverage, determined to leave everything inside of her as she stuttered through moans. Pulling her head back, his lips found hers and he kissed her sloppily, his tongue trailing to her ear down to her neck. She tensed with a low grunt and he knew that was a trigger spot for her. He wondered if she had another. Sliding his fingers down her wet slit, he fondled her glossy clit, wet with her own fluids, transferring those fluids to his thumb. She squeaked loudly, freezing when he pushed it into her ass. "No one's done that," she murmured in genuine surprise.

"What about this?" He pulled out of her completely with a heavy smack to both cheeks, dipping to tease her starfish with the tip of his tongue.

"That either," she moaned and he trailed his tongue up and down her crack, spitting in her small hole and tongue-fucking it for a finale.

"Would you like me to fuck you in the ass," he whispered and she jolted shocked by his language. "I am a king with appearances to maintain and a man with urges. I am not a priest, Ms. Yara," he smirked. She still appeared stunned. "We'll come back to it. Turn over on your back," he ordered, flipping her himself when she took too long to move. Her legs flew back over her head, his hands pushing them out of the way. He smacked his heavy erection repeatedly against her clit, rubbing the head around snd over it. "Do you want it," he whispered.

"Yes," she pleaded reaching down. Gently, he pushed her hand out of the way.

"Do you really," he tested, "Then make me believe it."

"Fuck me. Please T'Challa," she writhed.

"Language," he pointed in warning with a smirk. "Good girls don't use profanity so roughly."

"I never said I was a good girl." She pulled him down grabbing him to her tightly and he stayed down, his torso pressed to hers. He only lifted his hips, angling himself toward her entrance and pushing himself in slowly to ensure that she related to every inch, intimately. Her eyes developed a clouded haze and she stared into his eyes, marveling. The adoration in her eyes seemed to intensify exponentially within a very short time. "I'm coming," she whined, repeating the phrase over and over soundlessly before her eyes rolled back, her mouth again frozen in an O. He was close himself and decided to push himself to follow her in a powerful orgasm that made him grip the back of the couch for balance.

For a moment, they rested side by side together on the couch, using the time to come down from their sexual highs. When a vibration hit T'Challa's wrist, he sat up quickly pulling on his pants. Moving to the opposite side of the room, he answered the call on his kimoyo beads, Erik's hologram appearing. He appeared to be smoking a joint in a bed next to a sleeping woman.

"No assplay, huh," was the first thing out of his mouth. "You really fulla shit. I do not make a habit of performing sexual acts with women’s backsides," he mocked. "Dumbass nigga. You think I'd buy a house without installing cameras?"

T'Challa ended the call.

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polar-stars · 5 years

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✂️ Tori/Suzume (This one was way too perfect), (I couldn’t find the emoji for this one, but it’s the your muse finds mine injured) Hibiki/Akio and ☁️ Nana/Hiroshi

Alright then! I hope I won’t mess up and that you’ll enjoy them ;w;

Tori/Suzume - Our muses discover to have a common enemy/rival…and decide to collaborate

There are many things that are just quite frankly impossible. Like staying alive when falling into a pit of lava, traveling at the speed of light, walk on water or having Tori Isshiki and Ichiro Eizan in the same room and somehow maintaining peace.

All it took was them merely having eye contact and already they were at each other’s throats. To some amusing, to some tiring but certainly not in anyway peaceful.

“Your presence sickens me!”

“Great to know that we’re on equal terms!”

“Just go to hell, Isshiki!” With that her number one enemy stormed out of the room, while she huffed in annoyance and sat down. How could one human being just consist out of so many irritating traits? No word came even close to describe the immense hatred Tori held for her fellow Elite Ten member.

While already planning her insults for their next banter which could pretty much happen any time if she was being honest, suddenly a girl was sitting next to her. She had long, wild blonde her, purple eyes, a red fan in her hands and a friendly grin on her lips. “Heya!” She said,

With a little bit of surprise in her eyes, Tori turned to the girl and pulled up an eyebrow. “Uhm…Good Day?” The girl immediately held out her hand and laughed. “Hojo Suzume! Sorry, for just sitting next to you out of the sudden. If you want to be alone, I will leave. However…” Her laughter faded but she was still smiling. “I just couldn’t help it as I saw that we seem to have a similar problem.” She leaned a little bit towards Tori, like she was exchanging top-secret information. “An Eizan-problem.”

Still a little unsure what to think about this girl, Tori still decided to shake the hand and introduce herself. “Nice to meet you, Hojo-san. My name is Isshiki Tori.” She then tilted her head a little. “And I would appreciate it if you would be a little more precise.”

Suzume chuckled at this before announcing. “Watch this.”

She turned her head away and chirped in a lot more louder voice. “Oooh, Four-Eyeees~”

On the other side of the room a person that was, much to her displeasure, familiar to Tori looked up from his mobile phone, eyes glaring and face dived in shadows. “Fuck off.” Was the mere response that Suzume got.

Suzume began to laugh again. “Right back at you, Eizan! Just wanted to ask how your day was so far? Been nauseating as always? Or did it finally dawn to you that you’re literally everything wrong with the world?”

Once again Shigeo Eizan looked up. Now even more annoyed. “Hojo, why don’t you just do us all a favor and just die already?”

Suzume turned back to Tori. “Isn’t he just charming?”

Tori’s face had took on another annoyed expression when she had listened to this conversation. It must be the surname, nothing good could come out of it.

She sighed and adjusted her glasses. “I see what you mean.” Her voice became sharp and hard. “Except for Eizan Kei, all Eizans are terrible.” Energetically Suzume nodded and exclaimed: “You took the words right off my mouth! Except for poor little Kei who has to deal with two of them daily, they’re all just so awful!”

Tori couldn’t help but to nod as well, just not as energetic as Suzume did. Before she frowned a little. Suzume seemed like a rather loud person and had the moment Tori admittedly had enough loud people in her life. However, this girl was also one who could truly understand her hatred for Ichiro like not many could. “I guess, you really are correct on us forming a sort off…..alliance in this matter.”

Suzume’s grin grew a little bit. “Tori-chan, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.“

“Alliance.”

“Of course.”

Hibiki/Akio - Your muse finds mine injured

An unfortunate placed rock on the road had caused Hibiki Hayama to trip and fall on his way home. Now he sat there all alone, his leg dripping a little bit of plot and hurting like what not.

All he needed was a medical kit. That would solve everything. However, it was hard to get something like this in the middle of nowhere.

He was just trying to stand up so he could walk home himself as he suddenly heard a concerned, familiar voice. “Hibiki-san!” And just mere seconds after is technical brother Akio Hayama was beside them, looking at him worriedly. “How…How did this happen?”

Hibiki only smiled, hoping that this would calm Akio down a little. “I tripped over a rock.”

The concern did not leave Akio’s face yet and he inquired. “Can…Can you walk? Ohh, if only Kaori was here. She is much more experienced in medical matters than I am.”

“It’s….It’s admittedly a little hard to walk yet, but I’ll manage.” Hibiki answered. “And it’s fine. I could deal with this myself, if only I had a medical kit.”

At this Akio’s eyes grew and he responded. “I…I have one!” Hibiki blinked. “You do?”

Akio gave a nod and reached for his bag which he had thrown away when running towards the injured Hibiki. “I always carry one alongside with me in case something should happen to Hiraku-sama!”

He began searching his bag and truthfully to his words he pulled out a little medical kit which he immediately gave into Hibiki’s hands, who gave him a sweet smile. “Thank you, that’s a great help.”

Within just a few minutes, Hibiki had taken care of the wound.

Akio assisted him standing up and supported him throughout the whole walk.

“I’ll cook something for you at home.”

“Oh, you don’t have to! I’m sure you’re busy.”

“No, I insist!”

“Alright, alright, but then at least let me brew some tea.”

Nana/Hiroshi - Our muses find shelter from the weather…in the same place

Of course the weather app had said nothing about rain today. Well, at least her flowers in the garden would get some water.

Quickly Nana searched her surroundings and finally spotted as little temple near her. She began to run, so she could escape the raindrops as quick as possible.

And in just a few seconds, she had reached the little temple.

On the other side of the temple, a young boy with the same hair color as Nana had the same idea and so it happened that the two teens arrived simultaneously from two different directions, both dripping wet and both staring at each other with round, surprised eyes before calling out.

“Nana-chan!” “Hiroshi-kun!”

After that a small little silence of the two just looking at each other emerged. Nana broke it. “Hello then! I guess we had the same idea.” She smiled warmly. “It’s nice to know that I don’t have to be alone waiting for the sun to show up again.”

Hiroshi shyly raised his hand and answered. “H…Hello and yes, I guess you could say so.” He then returned her smile, a little bit more unsurely and said. “I always like spending time with you, Nana-chan.”

“Same here.” Nana responded. She then sat down on the cold stone floor of the temple and suggested. “So why don’t we talk a little? Maybe about..” Their favorite topic. “..The Polar Star Garden in each of our universes.”

Hiroshi still fumbled with his fingers a little but sat down as well. “That’s a nice suggestion, Nana-chan.”

And so the two managed to talk the rain away with not only conversations about vegetables but also various other things.

#Ohh...it's gotten quite late #Other's OCs #Suzume Hojo #Shigeo Eizan #Akio Hayama #Hiroshi Aldini Tadokoro #Lea is writing

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onlyjihoons · 6 years

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collegebf! daniel

a/n; happy birthday to kang choding hehe,, dedicated for my dearest mother @mongniel aurora until she disowned me so im trying to validate myself and also the loyal mom, ariane @deepdickdaniel

(repost bc the tags werent working)moodboard will be uploaded in a seperate post soon!

major: vetinary

minor: sports science

honestly took up vetinary bc of peter and rooney

so he could save on the fees to the vet

though he puts up a strong front he is often a kultz and actually really soft??

likes kids too and often swings by the early childhood department to visit minhyun

but let’s face it, animals like him better than the babies do

has a phobia of insects, especially flying ones

hence cant join practical lessons that involves specimen or live insects

his classmates would be kind enough to share with him the notes they took in class, but he would rather fail the topic than look at notes of insects

there was once his friend, ong threw a fake spider whilst daniel was studying and he screamed, pushing off the seemingly 1 ton table and chair away from him

ong was like,,, “are you sure he wants to be a vet next time”

despite his phobia of insects, he will actually grin and bear it when he needs to remove lice from animals

red bull and gummy addict, but more likely to die of shock from insects than diabetes

you will always spot a can of red bull on his lecture desk, and bet 10 bucks it has a love note attached to it from his admirers

fairly popular in school, because a soft, tall and cute guy doing vetinary?? he just screams boyfriend material in that white lab coat

and glasses slipping down his nosebridge just makes him look even more cuter

loves dancing as a hobby so he took it up as his minor

does b-boying and modern dance, looks equally hot in both

when the school hall is filled with girls, it is either some kpop boy band is performing, or daniel and his dance group, wanna one are performing

has so much charisma in his dancing, the idea of “cute daniel” gets thrown away

but a cute bunny most of the time who is addicted to gummies

surprisingly, hasn’t dated a lot as contrast to rumours that he’s a fuckboy

he really hates fucking around with others’ feelings… despite being choding(childish) around his hyungs of wanna one

meanwhile you,, a medicine student trying to keep up with the expectations of society

to be honest, you’re doing well

but not well enough to enter the top hospitals of seoul

and you’re here on scholarship anyway, might as well make use of it to make your parents proud

you’re your parents’ only child too, the pressure to do well is also quite high

you barely dated, the only time was in high school where you were a foolish teenager dating your best friend

you did have classmates confessing to you though, but everything stayed platonic

they weren’t upset surprisingly, they were more than willing to be friends with you too

eventually they found their other halves, but are still good friends with you

you were glad guys in your faculty were understanding,, unlike some that disliked you after that

you were friends with jaehwan, your old friend since the both of you were in diapers

he took up music, and ended up having lots of college scholarship offers

he eventually went to your college, despite it not one of his first few choices

“my friend would die a lonely virgin if i didnt help her with her love life”

“shut up jaehwan, 80% of your girlfriends broke up with you because your laugh is annoying”

“i dId NOT aSk for this sLaNdEr”

anyway, you had no idea how jaehwan ended up in wanna one(and daniel’s roomate), depite his “boom boom-bastic” dance skills

winkwonk

but that boy’s vocals can reach to the gods in heaven and appease them

he tried to matchmake you with all of the members of wanna one(excluding the minors of course) but it all failed because your friend was the worst at being discreet

the lords of venus eventually shined upon you when daniel was sent to your faculty for “emergency” treatment

“y/n,,, we need you to fix daniel, quick.” jaehwan said breathlessly over the phone

“if he needs a one night stand, im not an option, you know that, kim jaehwan.”

“no, that stupid boy accidentally cut himself while trying to disect a frog… and he’s bleeding a lot.”

“oh the flower boy from vetinary?” you nodded as you took your first aid kit, “but you aren’t even majoring in vetinary, jaehwan, what are you doing with daniel?”

“he called me to call you– ok nevermind, i’ll explain to you later, we’re on our way to your faculty. wait for us outside the medicine labs.”

“uh okay.”

so there you were, waiting outside the medicine labs with your first aid kit

seconds later, you saw 3 boys running towards you, one visibly taller than the other 2

you could finally make out their faces, it was jaehwan, daniel and another boy, wonwoo whom you were friends with due to jaehwan’s failed matchmaking

“y/n,, i think daniel is gonna suffer from anaemia…”

you tried to stifle your laughter as you examined the cardigan wrapped around daniel’s hand

“he won’t. don’t worry.” you assured them as you unraveled the cardigan, “let’s just hope it’s nothing too deep…”

when you revealed the wound, it was just a minor cut, though not as minor as a paper cut but definitely bleeding

you glared at jaehwan, who smiled sheepishly and resigned to his death after you treated daniel

you dressed the wound quickly, lips pursed in concentration

what you didnt notice was daniel’s gaze, which was on you the whole time

he had a weird feeling in his stomach, he wanted to use his other hand to run it through your hair

he tried to shake it off, but he got more and more attracted to you when he saw your eyes meeting his to make sure he isnt uncomfortable

this wasnt the first time daniel saw you though, he often saw you on jaehwan’s lockscreen, as your friend had set the selca both of you took as his lockscreen

as much as daniel wanted to meet you, he didn’t want to give you the wrong impression because of his rumours

and now he finally did, but he was pretty sure you’re gonna hate him for being over-reacting

“done,” you patted his dressing and pushed his hand towards him, “it’s nothing too deep, don’t worry. but make sure to take it off when you’re showering, if you need any help just give me a call.”

daniel shot you one of his signature eyesmiles, “thank you so much, i’m sorry i had to make you rush down for me…”

“no its fine! just call me whenever. i hope you get well soon.” you smiled, then tiptoed to daniel’s ear, “just don’t tell jaehwan though, he can be a little, nosey.”

you were lying if you said daniel wasn’t attractive and totally did not win you over with his eyesmile in the span of 3 seconds

“and kim jaehwan, you owe me a meal. for helping your friend and putting up with your drama.”

at this point, daniel was totally smitten

everyone could see it, even the members of wanna one started teasing him about it

“i can set you up with a date with y/n if you want–”

“no i dont like her peter and rooney are my girlfriends”

daniel totally did not ask almost everyone in his faculty for your number

when he finally had the guts to text you, he was all giddy when you replied, jumping up whenever he heard the personalized notification just for your contact

meanwhile, while you were talking to daniel, you really loved it when he talks about animals, it seemed like all time has stopped in the world and his passion for taking care of animals is just so attractive

and he didnt seem like the usual fuckboy everyone perceived him to be

one day, daniel asked you out for a pizza date, and you immediately agreed

because free pizza and a cute date, why not

the both of you ended up going to laundry pizza, just bc daniel said ioi went there to take their album jacket photos there LOL

but the pizza there was good so you weren’t complaining

daniel ended up paying for the both of you, after 15 minutes of rentless argument over who should pay

the both of you also went to the arcade, wasting your money on those claw machines

you didn’t get anything, but you had fun throwing airballs at the basketball machine thingy

daniel walked you back pretty early, because he knew you had a morning lecture the next morning

not gonna lie, you wanted to stay longer but daniel was not gonna have any of it

daniel walked you till your doorstep, and your hands were fumbling through your purse for your keys

looks like someone forgot their keys,,,

you laughed humourlessly as you tried to open the locked door, but only for daniel to giggle along with you

your roomate was out too, and she wouldn’t be back till the next morning

“i dont think its safe for you to be sleeping outside, why dont you stay over at my place?”

“im–”

“ok let’s go”

you didnt even say anything and here you are, at daniel’s dorm, unsure of what to do

just watching daniel hastily clean up his dorm is quite amusing

“jaehwan wont be back till really late, he has an event to attend to.” daniel smiled as he proceeeds to kick the sweet wrappers under the sofa, “i’m sorry you have to put up with this, y/n.”

“no, no, thank you for letting me stay here, or i’ll be freezing in the cold right now.” you shook your head, yawning

“do you want a change of clothes? i have a hoodie you can wear…hopefully”

you never knew you would be staying in daniel’s dorm, on his bed, in his hoodie

until today

you slept fairly well, with daniel’s scent invading all your senses

until you felt something on your foot

you woke up, scared

the thing kept probing at your feet, and soon it was licking it

you screamed, and soon enough daniel ran into his room to see what happned

“y-y/n?” he rubbed his eyes as he turned on the lights, “what happened?”

“s-something was at my foot”

daniel moved the sheets, and he found rooney peacefully sleeping on the foot of the bed

“i’m sorry, rooney always likes to invade the bed in the middle of the night,,, i should’ve told you earlier”

“it’s fine, i was just too shocked hahaha”

silence

“maybe i’ll sleep with you, so peter and rooney wont disturb us”

you stared at daniel, as he quickly waved his hands, “no, no, i wont do anything, i swear, you can end me if i do.”

neither of you could sleep, so daniel nudged you

“y/n… i know its weird to say this but,, i like you”

well that was really weird

“i don’t expect you to accept me and all but i just wanna let you know that i–”

you cut daniel off with a kiss, as he sneakily snaked his arms around your waist to bring you closer

after a good like, 20 seconds, you pulled away, “me, rejecting kang daniel?? no way.”

ever since the both of you started dating, jaehwan started to brag about himself, saying that the both of you were a couple thanks to him,,,

but would shut up immediately after he sees you in the vicinity because he would be running away from you

a very cute relationship, daniel would always wrap his arms around your shoulders and snuggle you close to him

instant ramen dates are a big thing and you always have to clean up after daniel

but he helps of course, after hearing you nag at him for the nth time

he would always make you a bento before your papers, with a note that says, “with this bento, you will do well! fighting! love, daniel”

and vice versa, you would bake him muffins too

sweetest boyfriend, but the type to say pick up lines to annoy the heck out of you

they arent even smooth, theyre hella bad

and yes, kang choding still exists

you have to physically stop him from buying/eating more gummies or his teeth would rot

since daniel is relatively bigger in size, you would always steal his clothes and he would always wonder how his clothes would mysteriously go missing

he would know the answer when he sees you the next morning

the whole campus ships the both of you sm

please love kang daniel

#wanna one scenarios #kang daniel #wanna one

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awriterincrime · 7 years

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Committed - Harry Hook x Reader(OC)

Prompt : Aaliyah(reader), the daughter of Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen, is arranged a husband to maintain the legacy of Maldonia. What she didn’t expect was who she would be arranged with.

Rating : T

Warnings : Few curse words, but other than that, none.

A/N : Sooo, I watched Descendants 2 yesterday, and I am in love with Harry Hook (and Uma), so I just spat this out last night. I haven’t seen the first movie, so i apologize if i got any characterization wrong. Send me feedback plz! I love off it! This will most likely become a miniseries. But click here to message me if you want a part 2!

A/N :I will be changing to a new url soon, so dont freak out!

Part 2 / Part 3

Commitment Day. The dream of any princess, except Aaliyah, of course.

Commitment day was a tradition for the children of royalty here in Auradon. To keep the royal legacy alive, the kingdom would have a huge ceremony where each royal would be paired with another. The mirror of Auradon would display the name of each royal’s true pair, and the two would be married off within the year. And today, on Aaliyah's 18th birthday, she would be paired with the person she would spend the rest of her life with. How exciting.

Aaliyah frowned as the designers continued to primp and poke her sides with needles as they fitted her gown for the evening. It was a soft lacy green that hugged her sides, and trailed behind her. It just like the dress her mother, Queen Tiana, was married in. She balanced a small silver tiara on her head as she tried to stand still in her high platform shoes.

"Oh, would you hold still?" Evie groaned repeatedly as she tried to place Aaliyah as still as possible. Evie and Aaliyah had become friends immediately when she first came from the Isle. While Mal would always be like a sister to Evie, Aaliyah was second best. Evie always told Aaliyah that her blunt attitude made her nostalgic for the Isle, and how well Aaliyah would have fit in there. "I would stop moving if you would stop poking me with that stupid needle." Aaliyah groaned, her feet aching in the five inch platforms that Evie had forced on her. "Who even wears shoes this high?" "I do. Now stay." Evie backed away from Aaliyah's stumbling figure on the platform, and admired her new creation from afar. "Perfect. You look beautiful." "Let's just hope my future husband thinks so." Aaliyah rolled her eyes at the thought, then hobbled over to a nearby chair to rest. Evie frowned at the disappointment in Aaliyah's voice.

"Oh come on, Lia." Evie sighed happily. "You're not excited to meet the one guy on this earth who is perfect for you? Who's going to fall in love with you no matter the flaw? Will love you no matter what?" Evie danced around happily as she thought of her sweetheart boyfriend Doug who she has been going strong with for almost a year now.

"This is coming from the girl who found her guy, on her own. Commitment day is nothing more than an arranged marriage. It's all politics." Aaliyah sighed in relief as she pulled off her deathly heels and let her feet relax on the cool wood floor. "And besides, what if I don't even like the guy?"

To say Aaliyah had doubts would be the understatement of the century. She hated the ideas of arranged marriage, hell, marriage in general. She knew she had what it took to be a ruler all by herself, and another person in her life would just get in the way. She tried, even begged with her parents to miss the ceremony, but her mother said her journey as princess wasn’t finished yet, and that she was “almost there”.

“Lia, I can understand if you’re scared, but you shouldn’t be. The mirror isn’t going to give you anything you can’t handle.” Evie grabbed a few makeup brushes and began to pat and dab at Aaliyah’s face. “It was made to make your life better. So you can be the best Queen of Maldonia. Why not share that with someone you’re destined to be with?”

Aaliyah hated how Evie made it seem so easy. Evie was always so lighthearted and hopeful, but Aaliyah had somehow become the pessimist. “But why do I have to share it? Why can’t I be a queen in my own right?” Aaliyah cried out in frustration.

Evie sighed, shaking her head. “Aaliyah, no one is taking that away from you. No one can take that away from you.”

Aaliyah looked up at her friend with a pout, “But what if I’m not good enough, Evie? What if my parents want em to do this because they know I need someone else to rule, and they don't trust me to be Queen?”

Evie kneeled down to Aaliyah’s height, smiling at her. “You know that your parents are so proud of you, and you’re going to be the best queen there is. They just want you to be happy. And if you really don’t want to marry, then will figure it out later, alright?”

Aaliyah sighed with a smile. “Why do you always know exactly what to say?”

“It’s my specialty.” Evie laughed as the two hugged. “Now, let's get you ready for that ceremony.”

Aaliyah had never felt nerves like this before. The ceremony had started a little less than an hour ago, and she was sat on a stage in front of thousands of people, about to be told who she was destined to marry. As much as she didn't want to think about it, it was eating away at her. Her stomach tied in knots and she was fighting the strong urge to throw up all over the marble stage.

Fairy Godmother was hosting the ceremony and had been rambling on about the importance of marriage and love for what felt like hours. Aaliyah was sure she was going to puke if she had to hear the words “love”, “trust” and “matrimony” one more time.

Suddenly, the castle’s royal bells chimed loudly, signaling it was time for the decisions to be made. Aaliyah’s breath hitched at the sound, a numbness flowing through her body.

She was eighth in line for the announcement. Some of her friends had gone already, some cheerful with their decisions, others more calm, yet no one seemed upset. Aaliyah didn't know what she was expecting, but everything seemed too good to be true.

"Princess Aaliyah of Maldonia." Fairy Godmothers’ melodic voice and the screams of the crowd interrupted her intrusive thoughts as she stood and did her best not to fall in her faulty shoes. She waved politely at the crowd, even blowing a kiss here and there to some. She watched every smiling face, everyone so excited for her to find her one true love. Everyone, except her. She made her way to the platform, where her mother and father stood behind her, smiling at her with excitement. The joy in their eyes was enough to convince Aaliyah. She needed to do this, for them. She stood proudly, nodding at Fairy Godmother to continue and display the name of her future husband. "And the future husband of princess Aaliyah and king of Maldonia is...." Fairy Godmother looked down into the magic mirror that has displayed the name. Aaliyah dared not to peek, nor wanting to react too early and ruin the surprise. The silence and suspense was killing her. Had the others waited this long for their names? Maybe the mirror was broken, or wasn't working right now. The crowd hadn’t screamed with excitement like she had expected, rather a large gasp. She turned her head swiftly to take a peek at the mirror, hoping to see a name. When she looked, all she saw was a look of horror in Fairy Godmother’s eyes. Aaliyah sighed with despair. "Oh no..."

Down at the Isle, Harry laughed loudly as he watched Gil fumble around the bar with drinks in hand. Gil was probably the clumsiest person he knew, but watching him trip over his own legs was just as enjoyable as the first time.

"Aye, I must say, the boy's legs are as faulty as wooden ones." Harry joked to Uma who was sat beside him, enjoying the same show. "He's a plague unto himself. It's only a matter of time before he breaks something." Uma laughed before turning away to focus on something else. Harry remained in his seat, admiring the mess of the Isle. As long as he could remember, the disgust and filth of the Isle was a home. His father had taught him the ways of the island, and he had done the same for his sisters, Harriet and CJ. He had eventually worked his way to the top of the hierarchy, next to Uma of course. He was practically a king in the Isle's eyes, and his power was something he wasn't willing to give up. "Uma! Uma!" A loud shriek grabbed the attention of the entire bar as a small child came rushing through the main doors. He looked frantically across the room, searching for Uma's presence. Harry, wanting to have a little fun, approached the small child with a mischievous grin. "What do you think you're doing here, child?" Harry barked, hooking the collar of the child's coat into his hand and lifting him off the ground. The gaze of fear in the child's eyes gave Harry a rush of power. "This is no place for little ones." "I-I must speak to Ms.Uma." The child stuttered nervously as he quivered in the mere presence of Harry and his hook. "I don't know, she doesn't take well to intruders." Harry pulled a small sword from his side pocket and let it dance between his fingers. "Shall I deal with you myself?"

In all honesty, Harry would never harm a child, especially one so young. But his image as the son of Hook was apparent and needed to be proven to everyone. The eyes of the people of the Isle were on him constantly, and he had to show who was in charge.

"Put him down, Harry." Uma's gruff voice sounded from the back room, stepping into the dim light. "He's one of our lookouts." Harry took a second look at the shivering child before placing him back down on the ground. "Since when have you been recruiting lookouts?" "Ever since Mal and crew "visited" the Isle, I wanted to be sure of those who entered our home." Uma told Harry. "Now what is it?" The child attempted to speak again, slightly out of breath from the struggle with Harry. "Aurodan officials, on the border, headed here." He panted quietly. "What? Auradon is here?" Uma shouted.The whole bar has gone quiet, just the low growls of customers who were similarly confused. "Why is Auradon on our shores?" Harry growled at the whimpering child. "For you, Sir Hook." A smooth voice erupted the noise in the bar. Glancing at the front doors, three men in golden blazers with the Auradon symbols pressed on their chests stood proudly as they stared down at Harry. "Me?" Harry gaped in awe. What would a pirate like him have to do with Auradon. "Aye, mate. Whatever you think I did, you're wrong. I haven't stepped foot on Auradon." "That is not the reason we are here." A man chimed in before unveiling a large scroll. "Sir Harold Hook, by the power of the Godmother’s magic mirror, you have been arranged to be the husband of Princess Aaliyah, and future king of Maldonia." Arranged? Husband? King? Harry's head was now spinning as the others all gasped in shock amongst each other. He could hear the indistinct whispers of the crowd. How could someone like him be arranged with a princess. He was a pirate, not a prince. "What are you talking about? Harry isn't any king. He's a pirate." Uma barked at the Auradon officials. Harry could see the anger flowing through Uma’s veins. He was her right hand man, and no one would take him away from that. "The decision has been made by the mirror. It is irreversible and must be followed." One of the men chimed. "We have arranged for Sir Hook to travel to Auradon to meet his wife and her family. You, sir, must come with us." The men reached out their hands towards Harry, but in shock, Harry whipped out his sword in defense. The men leaned back with hesitation.

"Whoa, whoa, Harry isn't leaving." Gil stepped toward his friends side, glaring at the Auradon men. "Harry is a man of the Isle, and your ways in Auradon will never change that.” Uma growled, followed by a few other pirates from the crew. The whole gang had now swarmed in front of the men, Harry, Uma and Gil leading the pack.

Harry slyly approached the officials, carefully aiming his hook at their throats. The men did their best to hold their ground, but Harry just laughed at the pure fear in their eyes.

“If your little princess wants to marry me, Harry snatched the scroll from the official's hands, carefully dipping his hook into a bottle of ink, and signing the bottom. “Tell her where she can find me.”

“I should have known. God, I’m so stupid!” Aaliyah cried out as she paced back and forth across her dorm floor. Evie was sat carefully on her bed with Doug, both trying to calm Aaliyah down. “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to this mess.”

“There is no way you could have known, Aaliyah.” Doug tried to comfort her. “No one knows what the mirror is going to say until it's said.”

“There has to be a mistake, right? The mirror, it glitched. Or maybe it thought I was someone from the Isle. My father isn’t from Auradon, that's why, right?”

Evie looked at Aaliyah with concern. “The mirror’s magic is extremely powerful. I don’t think it got anything wrong. I think, Harry Hook is supposed to be your husband.”

Aaliyah turned towards her friend, her mind filled rage and confusion. “How could you say that, Evie? He’s a pirate. He lives on the Isle, he’s a villain!”

Evie stood to face Aaliyah. “And I was just like him, Aaliyah. I am the daughter of a villain. I lived on the Isle my entire life. How am I any different than Harry?” She wasn’t angry at Aaliyah like she had expected, just hopeful.

“You didn’t want to be on the Isle, you wanted something more. You’ve told me the stories, Harry is a tyrant who only wants destruction. He’ll never be a king.” Aaliyah knew better than to compare Evie to anyone from the Isle. Even if that was her home, she was nothing like them.

“Princess Aaliyah?” The three turned to face the door, stood beside it was an Auradon guard, waiting for his approval to enter. “ We have word from Sir Harry of the Isle.”

“Come in. What did he say?” Aaliyah asked frantically, pulling the poor man into the room.

“Well, Sir Hook has refused to come to Auradon, your highness. He requested we deliver this to you.” The guard handed off a crumbled scroll to Aaliyah. She grabbed it from his hands, frantically opening it and reading this contents.

Her eyes trailed to the bottom of the page where she noticed messy handwriting scribbled in black squid ink.

“Congratulations, princess. Your husband awaits on the Isle.”

- Harry Hook

Next to the note, Harry had drawn a large pirate hook, his personal signature. Aaliyah sighed, throwing the scroll onto the ground. “This is a mess. My husband is a freaking pirate who refuses to come to Auradon.” She had begun pacing back and forth across the room again, her nerves eating at her again.

“Aaliyah, just breathe.” Evie did her best to calm the frantic princess, placing her hands on her shoulders and looking her deep in the eyes. “If you want, I will go back to the Isle tomorrow morning and try to reason with Harry.”

“What? No.” Aaliyah backed away from Evie’s presence, shocked by her confession. “You’ve done so much to get out of the Isle, what kind of friend would I be if made you go back?”

“One who needed my help. I’m willing to go back if it means helping you.” Evie held Aaliyah’s hand, and gave her a comforting look. “

“Then I’m coming with you, Evie. There’s no way I’m letting you go alone.”

Evie nodded, turning towards the royal guard. “Tell King Ben Aaliyah and I will be heading for the Isle first thing in the morning.” The guard agreed, then headed off to inform Ben of the news.

Evie’s joyful smile had turned to a solemn pout. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” Aaliyah questioned.

“For you, anything.” The girls smiled together and began to plan their arrival in the Isle.

That night, Aaliyah couldn’t sleep. She was too anxious. She had practically begged Evie to tell her stories of the Isle, mostly about Harry. While she was hesitant at first, Evie began the whole history of the Isle, and how they had all grew up. She told her stories of how Uma, Harry, and Gil became inseparable when they started their pirate crew.

As Aaliyah stared anxiously at her bedroom ceiling, she couldn’t help but --. She sat up from her bed, and looked out her window, gazing at the distant Isle.She wanted to know everything about it, she craved more. What was it like to live there, in the lowest of the lows, rather than her ivory tower? She was more curious as to what Harry was up to? Was he terrorizing some child, or wreaking havoc alongside Uma? She had to know.

Her gaze turned towards Evie’s figure, who was curled on the other bed in your room, sound asleep. Aaliyah could barely fathom the idea of having her go back to such a wretched place,somewhere she had fought so hard to leave. Without hesitation, she reached for the bag she had packed earlier for the trip. Grabbing her keys to the bikes, she quietly headed out the dorm room.

“I’m sorry, Evie.” Aaliyah whispered quietly, before shutting the door behind her. “But I have to go this alone.”

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Member/Pairing: Jimin x Taehyung/VMin

Genre: Pierced! Jimin AU; Nerd Brother! Taehyung AU; High School! AU; MxM

Word Count: 1.6K

Triggers/Warnings: Cursing

Author Note: A while ago I wanted to write a Pierced! Jimin AU because well...do I need to say more? I also wanted to try some new stuff on this blog so here’s my gay mxm debut. Hope y’all enjoy~

“...Anyway, he failed me because I didn’t write the paper so, now I have detention.”

“I fucking told you that guy was an asshole when you signed up for his class. ‘Wholesome, educational environment’ my ass... You’re still coming tonight though, right?”

Jimin was seated on top of the blue lunch tables of the cafeteria, back curved as he looked down at Yumi who was seated on the bench in front of him, stuffing her face with a ham and cheese sandwich from the deli.

“I planned on it,” she said before swallowing her bite, quickly leaning back down to take another one, “but I don’t know. I’m not going to screw myself over and fail his class and have to retake it next year, so...I kind of need to go so I can make up the paper, you feel?”

“I get you, ” he trailed off. Easily distracted, Jimin’s eyes roamed the seemingly endless flocks of students crowded in the food court, a look somewhere between disgust and interest plastered across his face. Only when he saw a girl coming out with a slice of pizza did he remember he had been starving all day.

“Let me get a bite,” Jimin said as he reached down toward Yumi’s sandwich and, in turn, got his hand swatted at.

“Go get your own food, loser.”

As his lips turned up into a smirk, the sun shined down directly onto his face, making his nose ring glisten in the spring daylight.

“Fuck you,” he said, jumping down from the table and picking up his backpack.

“No, thanks. I don’t like little girls.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” After grabbing his drink, Jimin began walking away from the table, slipping his sunglasses onto his face as if he was some kind of pop star. “Aye!”

Yumi looked up from her sandwich and closed her mouth, which was preparing to take another bite. “What?”

“Did you ever get around to asking your brother if he wanted to come with us?”

A few weeks ago when the idea of throwing a party first came up, Jimin had suggested that Yumi ask her little brother to come along, too.

Taehyung.

The class nerd that had straight A’s, played tennis, and read books for fun.

“Taehyung? Kim Taehyung? The 11th grader? My little brother? Why would you want him to come hang with us,” Yumi asked in complete shock the day Jimin asked her about it.

Yumi’s friends, quite obviously, were not the straight A type. More like...straight C’s and D’s...and the occasional B from Jun or Yumi in subjects that a 6th grader could pass.

“I don’t know,” Jimin had said while he laid in the grass field of the park him and Yumi frequented, “we never invite him to go anywhere with us and every time I come over to your place, he’s always in his room studying something… Seems kinda boring, don’t you think?”

Yumi, who was lying down next to him, feet toward his head (she had kicked him in the face a few times “on accident”), sat up at his statement. A look of confusion and disbelief was on her face as she thought about what her best friend had just told her.

“Bro. Did you like...smoke or something before coming here? What you’re saying doesnt even make any sense. First of all, you hated my brother when you first met him in middle school and once we became friends you still picked on him. Now, all of sudden, you feel sorry for the dude? What the fuck Jimin.”

“Look,” he shouted and then huffed in frustration before continuing. “I’m not saying he’s my best friend. I’m just saying. It wouldn’t kill you to just ask him. All I want you to do is ask, okay? Jesus Christ.”

Squinting her eyes at him suspiciously, Yumi only shrugged and replied with a simple “Okay.”

“Yeah, I asked him,” she turned around and placed one leg on each side of the lunch bench and faced Jimin. “He said no.”

“Oh… Uh, okay cool. Later. You better come tonight.”

“Worry about yourself, Chim Chim.” As a reply, Jimin simply put up a peace sign as he walked away.

“Yumi!”

“What do you want, Tae? I’m kind of busy.” Yumi rummaged through her drawers as she searched for something to wear, throwing clothes all over her room.

“Have you seen my highlighters? ...And can you like, not change in front of me, please,” Taehyung said as he covered his glasses.

“No, I havent and calm down I have a bra on. Just turn around if it bothers you so much.”

“Ugh, okay. Thanks,” he said as he turned around to leave.

In the middle of tying her shoelaces, Yumi received a message.

Hey, sorry but i cant make it 2nite. stomach ache

From: The Dork™, 10:09 PM

“Hey, Tae! Come lock the door, I’ll be back later. Make sure you eat something besides graph paper and science textbooks,” she yelled up at Taehyung’s room before walking out.

Uh...why aren’t you coming?

From: Yumi , 10:26 PM

Damn r u blind or something? s t o m a c h a c h e

From: The Dork ™ , 10:28 PM

I saw the “stomach ache” but that’s bs and u know it

From: Yumi, 10:29 PM

so y dont u wanna go dude?

From: Yumi, 10:29 PM

idk just not feelin it

From: The Dork™ , 10:31 PM

K well I’ll drink a beer for u

From: Yumi , 10:33 PM

hav fun brooooo!1!!!!!!1111!!1!1

From: The Dork™ , 10:34 PM

-_-

From: Yumi , 10:35 PM

“Did you see Min when he tried to walk on water and almost drowned in the pool?” Yumi laughed when she pictured the look on his face once he got out. Fumbling with her keys she made her way upstairs, plopping down on her bed as soon as she could.

“I know!! It was crazy… Well, I’m gonna go grab some food. I might call you later tonight.” She nodded and hung the phone up, rubbing her belly while it grumbled.

Despite almost tripping three times while going downstairs, Yumi successfully made herself a gourmet meal called cereal. As she ate at the dining table, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a pair of black boots that looked awfully familiar to Jimin’s. Same color and everything.

Hm. That’s weird.

Maybe he left them here last time he came, Yumi thought to herself. Placing her bowl in the kitchen sink, she began her retreat back up the stairs where she nearly face planted only once.

When u were here last week did u leave ur black boots?

From: Yumi , 3:29 AM

Opting to read his reply in the morning versus waiting for it, she locked her phone and threw it on the computer chair to the left of her. Just as she was about to fall asleep, eyes closed and snuggled up to her pillow, Yumi heard giggling coming from the room next door to her.

Taehyung’s room.

Tae, your cartoons seriously aren’t that funny shut the hell up and go to sleep, she mumbled to herself as she turned over and grabbed her blanket to cover her ears.

Rather than getting up the first time, Yumi decided to give him a chance to knock it off himself. The first time she didn’t say anything. The second time she didn’t say anything.

However, the third time… The third time she couldn’t help but growl in frustration as she sat up, pulled the blanket off of her, and made her way across the hall to her brother’s door. Without knocking, Yumi stormed into his room.

“Kim Taehyung! It’s like 4 o’clock in the fuc-”

She couldn’t tell if she was hallucinating at the moment, but she was positive she saw Taehyung, her little brother, and Jimin, her best friend, cuddling with each other on Taehyung’s bed.

“I… Am I insane or…”

Both Jimin and Taehyung looked beyond shocked as they stared wide-eyed at Yumi standing in the doorway, looking equally as shocked, if not more.

“Uh,” started Jimin as he cleared his throat and sat up in Taehyung’s bed, “well...you’re not insane…”

“Wait, wait, wait. You two are… You and him are… YOU DITCHED ME TONIGHT FOR HIM?!”

“Yeah… Sorry about that I would’ve told you b-”

“I can’t believe you guys kept this from me. How long has this even been going on,” Yumi asked, shifting the weight on her feet and crossing her arms over her chest.

“About six months, right,” Taehyung answered as he looked at Jimin, who was fiddling with the jewelry hanging from his lip (a nervous habit of his), for confirmation.

Scoffing at the situation and her own cluelessness, Yumi was still thoroughly speechless. For a few awkward, silent minutes, no one said anything. Taehyung and Jimin couldn’t help but stare at Yumi, who was clearing trying to make sense of the situation as she furrowed her eyebrows and bites at her nails while staring at the ground.

Her sigh is what breaks the thick, silent air.

“Look, I just came in here to tell you to shut up but, obviously, this,” she motioned toward Jimin and Taehyung, “wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“Yumi, we can expl-”

“First, there’s nothing to explain. The situation is pretty clear since most guys don’t hold hands and cuddle in each other’s bed unless there’s something going on. Second, your relationship doesn’t bother me, although I would’ve liked to know about it. I’m not mad at you,” she looks at Taehyung and then at Jimin, who she shoots a glare at, “...two.”

Yumi turned around to begin walking out of the room and stopped just before closing the door.

“And stop giggling so loud. Some people do enjoy sleeping,” she said and then closed the door after.

“...well, that d-”

“And good night, losers,” Yumi yelled across the hall before closing her bedroom door.

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