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kaghoeyama · 3 years

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three of cups.

featuring: eren jaeger, armin arlert, afab reader.

word count: 5.5k

summary: you, eren and armin have been best friends for ages. there’s always been an underlying tension between the three of you, until that tension finally snaps.

content warning: smut, college au, post-timeskip characters, alcohol consumption (characters are tipsy but not inebriated), threesome, mlm, mutual pining, voyeurism, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), slight edging, use of good boy/good girl, masturbation, cumplay

a/n: uhh so i was horny and this happened. pls be kind this is like my first fanfic ever (also english is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes feel free to let me know).

update: so apparently tumblr took out a whole ass paragraph after the “keep reading” and then repeated two different paragraphs twice?? i’ve seen people trying to fix this by adding asterisks so i’m doing the same. sorry about that lol.

18+ CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

So loud, you think.

You can almost feel the room vibrate with beat of the music, your steps naturally adapting to the rhythm as you make your way through a crowd of college students in various states of dishevelment. A smile comes to your lips. The whole place smells of alcohol and sweat and the floor is sticky, but you can’t bring yourself to be annoyed at the chaos; the year had been brutal for a lot of you and with finals finally behind you, no one was gonna miss the chance to loosen up and just have fun, yourself included. Which was exactly what brought you to make this little trip across the room, eyes fixed on your objective.

He’s leaning against the wall, his golden hair making it easier for you to spot him in the crowded room. His eyes are trained on his phone as he mindless scrolls down with his thumb, so you’re not too surprised when he doesn’t notice you straight away, even when you’re standing right in front of him.

You take a moment to take in his delicate features, his skin turned to porcelain by the bright light coming from his phone; the alcohol makes you bold enough to trail a hand up his arm and rest on his cheek, successfully shifting his attention to you. His face relaxes in a smile when he sees you, but his eyebrows are still raised in surprise at your sudden closeness; he opens his mouth to greet you but you’re quicker, “Armin, would you please let me kiss you?”, your gaze keeping him pinned against the wall.

“I- what?”

You relish in the way his breath catches in his throat, and you certainly don’t miss the flush that comes to his face or the way his eyes drop to your lips.

“It’s for a dare… please?” your answer comes so innocent to his ears and he tries not to think at how pretty your plea sounded, even prettier than he’d fantasized so many times now.

“I- I mean, yeah, sure” he stammers; you chuckle when close the distance between you, his pretty blue eyes still confused as you press your lips against his.

The kiss comes out of the blue for him, yet you don’t miss the way his hands instinctively grip your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You hum into the kiss, your body suddenly so warm as he moves his lips against yours; he’s so pliant, all you had to do was ask and now he’s all over you, his grip keeping you flush against his body. Your fingers slip between his golden locks and when you lightly tug at them his hold grows tighter, his lips parting with a low moan. You swear you hear him whimper as you slip your tongue past his lips, taking control of the kiss as you explore his mouth, warm and wet and oh his hands are gripping your ass now, and you moan into the kiss as you feel his erection poking at your hip.

“The dare said ‘kiss’ but if you two wanna get a room…” Sasha’s loud voice somehow reaches you from across the room and you pull back from the kiss, a string of spit connecting still connecting your mouths. He’s panting, mouth still parted, and you can’t help but stare at his pink lips, slightly puffed and still shiny from the kiss.

Without thinking you brush a thumb against his lower lip, “so pretty” you murmur.

Armin swallows around nothing, and when your eyes meet his pupils are all blown out, pleading, almost begging you to close the distance once again. Fuck he looks so flustered, heat pooling between your legs as you wonder how he’d look if you took his cock in your mouth, if you could make him so lost in pleasure that his smart little brain couldn’t form any coherent thoughts.

You feel his arm around your shoulders before you see him, his usual scent of soap and lemon shampoo now mixed with a hint of smoke. You rest your head against his shoulder, your body craving physical contact after the kiss you’d shared with the blond. “Hi ’ren” you murmur against his shirt, dazed eyes looking up at him and then shifting to Armin. Your kiss was enough to make his brain fuzzy but now, with Eren’s arm wrapped around him and his body so close, he felt completely overwhelmed.

Eren pressed a kiss over your hair and pulled you and Armin even closer. “You shouldn’t keep all the fun to yourselves, don’t you know that sharing is caring?” he whispered, loud enough for both of you to hear through the music.

You can’t believe that cheesy line sent a shiver through your body. You figure it’s because of Eren.

“Maybe we should make use of that tequila bottle in our dorm room, what do you say Armin?” he adds, the blond choking out a soft affirmation. You doubt your sober self would have done that, but you were tipsy enough not to care when you took both their hands, interlacing your fingers with their own, a teasing smile gracing your lips. “Then what are we waiting for?”

You feel strangely calm as you walk down the hallway. It’s definitely quieter than the party, and your attention is quickly drawn from one dorm room to another, where you catch glimpses of people smoking and drinking to the sound of at least ten different playlists.

Again, you smile. For the third year now you’re witnessing how your otherwise rigorous and law abiding campus turns into a huge frat party in the weekend after finals. You don’t know if it’s the warm weather or the fact most common spaces are surprisingly clean by monday that makes everyone look the other way, either way you’re thankful. You close your eyes for a moment as you walk, slightly overwhelmed by the music and the loud chatter and the drink you had at the party, your brain lost in a pleasant buzz.

A light squeeze to your hand brings you back to earth. Your head turns to your left, eyes slowly opening to meet a pair of blue ones.

“Are you okay?” Armin asks softly, the tiniest hint of concern slipping past his lips. You wait a beat before addressing his question, choosing to look at him instead. You note that his cheeks are almost as pink as his lips, and that his blue t-shirt makes his eyes sparkle; you ignore how your stomach flips when you realize he’d been holding your hand since you’d left the party.

“I’m great,” you say as you shift closer to him “I’m in a good mood actually.”

You catch Eren’s eyes leaving you as he turns his head forward and keeps walking in front of you. You let your gaze travel from his head – you loved that half bun he kept his hair in more than you should – to his broad shoulders, entranced by the way his black t-shirt stretches over his muscular back.

You must have missed the part where he stopped in front of the dorm room, because you end up bumping against that back.

“You’re completely out of it” Eren teases with a grin.

“No, I’m not” you retort, “as I said, I’m in a good mood.”

The look he gives you is playful. “You call it good mood, I call it being drunk.”

“I had literally just one drink, there’s no way anyone could get drunk from that.”

“Depends on how strong the drink is.”

“Will you shut up?”

You’re still bickering as you enter the room, Armin rolling his eyes at the two of you with a fond smile. Once Eren shuts the door though, you all fall quiet.

The only light came from the blue led Armin had put on his side of the room, casting a glow over your faces that was almost ethereal. There’s a weird tension, a nervous feeling gripping your stomach and making you tingle with anticipation. You’d been alone with them in that very room more times than you could count, cramming for tests, watching a movie or simply hanging out, but tonight something was different. You sit next to Armin on his bed, eyebrows knitting together as you quickly try to analyse that feeling.

The three of you had been friends for ages, since you all attended the same elementary school and lived down the same street. You had bonded with Armin first, his quiet and intelligent personality matching well with yours. You remember fondly the warm afternoons in his backyard, grass tickling your skin as he showed you his new ocean life books and you rambled about ancient Egypt, Greek myths or whatever you were fixating on at the moment.

Eren on the other hand – at first you couldn’t stand him. You only knew him as ‘Armin’s other friend’, but he was such a loud and hot headed kid, you’d always found his attitude too off-putting to even start a conversation, and you were pretty sure he didn’t like you either. After some pushing from Armin though, you’d actually tried to get to know each other; much to your surprise, you found out you had a lot of interests in common. Eventually, you’d even come to admire how passionate he got about the things he cared about, how strong his ideals were, and with time his impulsivity left room to a much more calculated approach.

After all these years, the three of you were still as thick as thieves; you’d become so comfortable around each other that people always assumed you were either dating one of them. You’d always brush it off with a laugh, but now you wonder if it’s normal for friends to behave like that around each other. It was the little things at first; lingering touches, wondering eyes, teasing comments. Then Eren’s hands all over you every time you wore a pretty dress, or Armin’s obvious erection that time you and Eren were messing around at the pool; even your friends had noticed how close you were – and never missed a chance to tease you about it.

This is stupid, you conclude. They’re your oldest and closest friends, you won’t allow your attraction to them – at least you’re admitting it’s there – to make things weird.

You move to get the tequila you know they keep hidden in the closet; maybe that will shake the awkwardness away. You take a long sip before handing the bottle to the blond, alcohol still burning in your throat as you lay on your back, head resting on his lap.

You feel him still beneath you; when you look at him, his flustered expression is clear despite the dim lit room – before you can catch yourself, you wonder if he’s still hard from before.

Eren looks at the both of you on Armin’s bed. You’ve closed your eyes and your head is lightly nodding along with some music coming from the hallway, the beat muffled by the closed door. He watches Armin, a fond smile dancing on his lips as he can almost hear the mental pep talk the blond gives himself before raising a hand to play with your hair. You hum at that, eyes slowly opening as you turn your head towards him.

“Eren, come closer” you say, stretching out an arm as if to reach him.

“And why would I do that” he answers with a playful smile on his lips.

You raise your eyebrow, smiling back to him. “If you insist on staying over there, I guess Armin and I are really gonna keep all the fun to ourselves, isn’t that right Armin.” You say lightly, rising from his lap to lay against his side, your body wrapping around his arm; his hand ends up between your closed thighs and somehow you manage not purr in his ear as you rest your head on his shoulder, both of you now facing Eren.

When Armin speaks, you don’t miss how his playful tone hides a hint of malice, eyes fixed on the brunette, “oh I’m sure he wouldn’t mind just watching if we were actually having fun.”

Eren laughs at that, his voice dropping lower.

“True” he admits calmly, as if the thought hadn’t brought him to several orgasms through the years, “but right now I think I’d rather join.”

And he does, sitting close to your other side.

You wish that type of exchange wasn’t as common as it was between the three of you. You also wish it didn’t send a wave of arousal trough your body every single time.

You watch him as he leans toward you to grab the bottle from Armin’s hand, taking a sip of the amber liquor. Your eyes follow a drop of alcohol at the corner of his mouth, unconsciously tightening your hold on the blond as Eren’s tongue comes out to bring the drop past his lips.

In that moment, Armin decides he’s had enough. He’s way too turned on to let all this teasing slide; if the three of you really are as attracted to each other as he thinks, this was the time he was gonna do something about it. So when he speaks, he does with a purpose.

“Is it weird that I’ve kissed both my best friends?” his question sounds so innocent, he even lets out a calculated chuckle to feign embarrassment.

Eren tilts his head toward him, throwing him a curious glance “You still remember that? Must have been one hell of a kiss huh” he smirks.

Armin knows he’s teasing, and that he clearly remembers too, but he can’t help the pink blush that colours his cheeks as his thoughts rush back to that night.

It happened first semester of junior year, after Sasha’s ‘small’ housewarming party had quickly turned into a full blown party. As the music got louder and more and more people filled the tiny flat, Jean, all tipsy and bright eyed, had gathered all of you in Sasha’s room to play spin the bottle – most of you had booed him, but you’d followed him anyway.

After watching you awkwardly peck Connie on the lips and Mikasa blush violently as Sasha took her face between her hands and gave her a loud smooch, it was his turn to play. He gave the bottle a spin and almost choked on his spit when it landed on Eren. He remembers everyone cheering as he tried to stop his face from flushing red, looking everywhere but at Eren; that’s how his eyes landed on you, quiet where your friends were loud, your eyes focused on him in a way that was almost daring.

He followed your gaze as it moved towards Eren, finally making eye contact with the boy. His attempts look composed failed miserably when Eren, a lazy smirk spreading on his lips, beckoned him with his hand to move closer.

“I- uh we don’t have to…” he choked out.

Eren’s smirk grew wider, “It’s just a game Armin, what are you scared of?”

Armin couldn’t tell if his tone was soft or mocking, either way he felt as he had something to prove now.

He stood on his knees and crawled on the floor as Eren mirrored him, ignoring the way his stomach flipped as they met in the middle of the circle, so close he could feel his breath over his lips.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean said from somewhere behind him, “it’s not like you haven’t done this before” he teased.

Armin wanted to turn back and state that no, they had not actually done that before – he’d probably sound way more disappointed than he should – but before he could even open his mouth he felt a hand on his cheek; his eyes flickered back to Eren’s green ones, only to find them trained on his lips as the brunette sealed the gap between them.

Eren’s lips felt so impossibly soft again his, he tasted like vodka and something sweet he couldn’t recognise and Armin couldn’t really thing about anything as he lost himself in the kiss. The hand on his cheek moved through his hair and Eren pulled slightly, just enough to make Armin gasp against his lips, taking the chance to slide his tongue against his lower lip and into his mouth. Armin broke the kiss at that, a whimper leaving his lips because he wanted, needed more, but the feelings building up inside him – and the arousal making his pants tighter – were sending him in a slight panic.

He barely registered his friends’ loud noises as he sat back on his spot, but he didn’t miss the way Eren winked at him and licked his lips, green eyes boring into his blue ones. Armin struggled to act like his normal self rather than some teenager who had just kissed his long time crush. He desperately tried to focus on something, anything but Eren and his stupid lips and stupid grin and stupidly pretty eyes right in front of him, and that’s how his eyes found you again.

You had watched the whole scene with an interest you hoped went unnoticed by your friends. You sure hoped Mikasa, sat right next to you, had missed the way your breath hitched in your throat as you watched the blond gasp under Eren’s grip, heat coursing through your body and pooling between your legs. When Armin’s blue eyes found you, flustered, with half lidded eyes and teeth sunk in your bottom lip, you’d lowered your head in shame.

Eren rests his head again the wall and closes his eyes, as to enhance the memory.

It had been over a year ago, yet he remembered Armin’s sweet lips against his, the small noises he unconsciously let out going straight to his groin.

He remembered your face, eyes glossy with desire as you watched them part, flustered almost as much as Armin, as if you’d been the one kissing him instead, and oh had he wanted to kiss you. Had it been just the three of you in that room, he would have grabbed your face and bruised those pretty lips, forcing Armin’s sweet taste in your mouth.

He’d long given up the guilt that came with fantasising about his closest friends, any uncomfortable feeling quickly replaced by pleasure every time he wrapped his hand around his cock. At first it was just one of you under him, on top of him; soon enough he’d started picturing both of you on your knees, eyes bright and pleading, pink tongue hanging out of your mouths as you wait for him to paint your pretty faces with his cum.

“So who’s the best kisser?” you ask, your warm breath against Armin’s ear making him shiver.

“I can’t- You both… I’m not gonna answer that.” Armin manages to sound flustered when he answers.

Eren looks at him. “I would” he states nonchalantly, “but I don’t have all the materials to make my choice.” His tone drops to a low murmur, green eyes slowly shifting to you.

Armin tries to hold back a smile, both of you reacting exactly as he anticipated.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, it’s beat so loud you’re sure both of the boys can hear it; when you speak, you desperately try to keep your voice steady.

“Then god forbid you make an uniformed decision.”

Eren is straight up grinning at this point; he grabs your wrists and tugs you closer, pulling you on his lap. You balance yourself on his shoulders as his hands graze your bare thighs up and down, your skirt bunching up to your hips and barely covering your panties.

When your eyes meet, you’re shocked at how softly he’s looking at you. “I’ve been waiting a while for this” he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper, and you swear you can feel him stroking your cheek before burying his hands your hair and drawing you closer. He’s so warm all pressed up against you, so sweet when his lips ghost against yours before finally kissing you.

You’re slow to respond at first, too lost in how right it feels to have him so close and all over you, but you’re quick to part your lips for him, his tongue sliding against yours; he tastes of alcohol and you get drunk on it, a small moan leaving your throat and getting lost in the kiss. You whimper as you feel him groping your ass and push you even closer. He’s kissing you like a man starved, devouring you, the intensity making you feel light headed. You break apart from the kiss with a sigh, head falling on his shoulder, barely registering what you’re doing as you lightly grind against his hardening cock.

Eren groans as he tugs your hair so that you can look at him, his dark pupils swallowing up almost any trace of green.

“So needy… how many times have you thought about this?” he asks, a teasing smile on his lips as his fingers play with the hem of your skirt.

You look away from him, cheeks heating up; you don’t want to admit how many times you’ve cummed on your fingers with their names on your lips, but you don’t think you have a choice.

His head dips lower to press an open mouth kiss to the column of your throat, “Answer baby, there’s no need to be shy; we’re all friends here.”

You suck in your breath, voice embarrassingly shaky “so- so many times, w- with both of you” you confess.

Armin groans at your words, a curse slipping past his lips. “We- we could have done this so long ago” he mumbles, eyes fixed on you as he palms himself through his jeans. You feel so hot under his gaze, so wanted, you never want his eyes to leave your body.

Eren steals your attention by sucking a purple mark at the base of your neck; you bite back a moan as he licks at the bruise, heat pooling in your panties. he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“This won’t do” he says softly against the shell of your ear “how can Armin hear all your pretty noises if you hold them back?”

Before you can choke out an apology, his lips go back on your neck, finding that sweet spot below your ear that makes you whimper. You’re trembling as he sucks another bruise on your skin and this time you don’t hold back, soft moans leaving your lips as your hands grips his hair, tugging it loose and fawning all over his shoulders.

Eren pulls back, admiring his work as you try to steady your breath.

“Good girl” he murmurs, “let us hear you.”

You shudder at his words. You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life, and he’s barely put his mouth on you. You can feel wet slick gathering in your panties and you shift to straddle one of his thighs, grinding hard to relieve the tension as your head falls back, a loud moan leaving your lips.

Two strings of low curses reach your ears, and you barely register Armin slipping a hand under his pants as Eren pulls you down on him again, the knee you have trapped between his legs pressing against his hard cock.

“Fuck, baby you wanna cum like that? Riding my thigh?” he pants, slightly bouncing his leg up to meet your movements, successfully drawing another moan out of your lips.

He brings a hand your face, almost reverent as his thumb grazes your lower lip, just like you’d done with Armin barely an hour ago. Your tongue darts out and licks the tip of his thumb before wrapping your lips around it, sucking slightly as you nod, eager.

Eren parts his lips, eyes glued to your mouth. He can’t believe he finally has you – both of you – as he wants you, as he’s pictured so many times; he wonders if he’ll come undone in his pants like a teenager, as you add pressure on his throbbing cock with each grind of your hips. He slips his finger from your warm lips, rushing his hands under your skirt to take off your panties.

When you finally readjust yourself on his thick thigh, you almost sob at the feeling of your bare, sensitive cunt against the rough material of his pants. Before you can resume your movements, he lifts up the piece of fabric, dangling it in front of your face.

“Look at this” he murmurs, “completely soaked” his voice trailing off as an idea suddenly forms in his mind.

He turns to Armin, and fuck, he feels his cock twitch at the sight. The blond is laying against the headboard, legs spread apart; he has a hand wrapped tight at the base of his hard, leaking cock, his pretty face all scrunched up in pleasure.

Armin’s cheeks heat up when he notices Eren’s eyes on him, but it doesn’t stop him from slowly stroking his cock, trying to delay his orgasm as much as possible.

“’Min, you think you could use these?” Eren asks, dark eyes dropping between the blond’s legs. Armin’s eyes widen at the request, his brain shutting down for a moment as he looks at the drenched panties in his hand.

“What? I- I-…” he looks at you, dazed, half lidded eyes boring into his blue ones as you rub slowly on eren’s thigh. “Y- yes please” he chokes out, shame reddening the tip of his ears.

“So polite… what a good boy” Eren purrs, his deep voice making Armin twitch in his own hand.

He takes the panties, the beads of your arousal thick on the side your cunt was, and he wraps the fabric around his cock. You watch with wide eyes, struggling to believe that sweet innocent Armin would ever give you such a lewd sight; you’re itching to lean over and kiss, lick, bite every inch of his body, but Eren’s grip on your waist keeps you in place.

Armin moans loudly as your slick smears all over his shaft. He keeps rubbing at himself with your panties trapped between his hand and his cock and how the fuck is this already topping every sexual experience I’ve ever had he manages to think. His eyes trail up and down your body, Eren’s body, and he doesn’t even notice how much his strokes speed up, hips bucking desperately into his own hand.

“Slow down baby or you’ll miss all the fun” Eren’s voice is as soft as the hand he puts on his leg to appease him. “If you behave, y/n will let you cum on her, right?” he says, sneaking a hand between your legs and sliding two fingers between your dripping folds.

“Ah- ye- yes Armin, wherever you want” you squeak, arching your back as Eren slips his fingers inside you. You feel inebriated as he slowly starts pumping, his fingertips massaging your walls, so slowly you want to cry. You wail when his fingers curl over your sweet spot, a hand gripping your waist to stop you from fucking yourself against his hand.

“Please ‘Ren, oh god, please, faster” you sob, high pitched moans slipping past your lips before you even realise it.

Instead of listening to you, Eren pulls his fingers out and slides them up to your clit, collecting your slick; you whimper when he retracts his hand from your cunt, pressing down on his thigh once again to get more friction. When your clit brushes against a wrinkle in his pants your eyes roll inside your head, orgasm so close you can taste it, but apparently Eren has other plans.

“Not yet baby, hold it for a bit longer, will you?” he purrs close to your ear, his mouth peppering wet kisses on your neck.

“Please a-ah Eren I c-can’t-” your words come out as broken sobs but you’ve long stopped caring, your brain filled with nothing but pleasure.

When Eren looks at your face you look absolutely wrecked, sweat shining on your forehead and cheeks red from the strain, chest heaving as quick pants come out of your parted lips. “

Armin, come here.” He says, hungry eyes still locked on yours. The blond obeys and shuffles closer to the two of you, your panties forgotten on the bed.

“You’ve been so good I think you deserve a reward” he says, as he pushes the glistening fingers he’d just pulled out of your cunt straight into Armin’s pretty mouth.

The blond moans at your taste, both hands coming to grab Eren’s wrist and push his fingers further in his mouth, choking slightly when they hit the back of his throat. Eren watches him in a trance, mesmerised by his blown eyes and the drop of spit that dribbles from the corner of his mouth. He wants to fucking ruin him. But not yet.

He takes his hand from the blond’s grasp – the whimper that leaves his mouth almost makes him cum on the spot. Eren lifts you from his lap, ignoring your pout as he places you right beside Armin.

“Sit still for me” he says as he slowly palms his cock before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down with his boxers. You hear Armin suck in his breath as Eren’s hard cock slaps against his stomach, your own eyes widening at the sight; in length he almost matches the blonde, but the girth is just… fuck. Even dwarfed by his huge hand it’s almost intimidating, a thick vein reaching his pink leaking tip.

Eren takes his time as he pumps himself, eyes fixed on both of you; he drinks in your pretty, desperate faces, hands clutching the bedsheets as you try not to squirm under his gaze.

“Where do you wanna cum ’Min?” Eren’s question snaps him off a stupor, eyes leaving his groin to settle on your face.

You’re surprised Armin can blush more than he already is as he stutters that he wants to cum on you tits. You smirk as you quickly take off your top and unhook your bra, lust clouding you senses as you lay on the bed, head towards Eren as you motion Armin to straddle your waist. His eyes flicker to Eren and you miss the brunette’s nod before Armin comes on top of you, knees straddling your thighs.

Armin can’t believe just how fucking pretty you look under him, naked except for that cute pleated skirt you’re somehow still wearing. His hand trails up your stomach to squeeze your tits, fingers playing with your nipples as he pumps himself faster.

You feel Eren’s hand cradle your face, “touch yourself” he says, and you do just that.

With your skirt bunched up at your waist and your fingers quickly circling your clit, Armin doesn’t stand a chance; he leans forward, a hand planted on the bed as he cums on your tits with loud moan and your name on his lips, warm liquid painting your heaving chest.

You watch the blond leaning back against the headboard, desperately trying to catch his breath; you lock eyes with him, toungue wetting your lips as you bring a hand up to play with the mess he made on you, getting high on the look of pure defeat on his face as you take your cum coated fingers back to your clit.

“Oh fuck” Eren can’t believe how wrecked his own voice sounds “who would have thought you two would be such dirty sluts” he pants, his hand sliding faster and faster against his cock.

You moan at his words “’Ren p-please can- can I-”

“Cum.” He orders, and you obey right away.

The sounds that leave your lips are nothing short of pornographic, your body shaking and twitching in pleasure, mouth agape and head thrown back as white lights explode behind your eyelids, any coherent thought wiped out of your brain. Eren chokes out a curse at the sight, soft, high pitched groans echoing in the room until he finally cums with a broken moan, the liquid coating his hand and making a mess on his clothes.

It takes a while before any of you even attempts to move; silence falls in the room once again, except for your labored pants mixed with the music still playing in the hallway.

Eren is the first to get up and head for the bathroom. By the time you’ve all taken a shower and settled back on Armin’s bed, no one has still said a word. You feel anxiety settle low in your stomach, its grip speeding up your heartbeats.

Did you ruin everything? Is this the end of your friendship?

“So who’s the best kisser?”

Armin’s voice comes out tired and rough, but it puts a halt to the doubts swirling in your mind.

The breathy chuckle leaving Eren’s mouth sends a wave of relief through your body; “I’m sorry ’Min but y/n is definitely winning this one.” You smile as you feel his hand ghosting over your spine.

“Yeah, figured.”

The blond curls up against you and you’re still smiling.

The bed is way too small for the three of you and the night breeze coming from the window does little to cool you down, but you’ve never been better, a warm feeling spreading from where your bodies connect with each other.

As slumber takes you, you hope they’re still gonna be there when you wake up.

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toraashi · 3 years

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‘tis the damn season (ft. oikawa tooru)

Pairing: Oikawa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: angst, fluff, implications of sex (there’s no sexual dialogue, the most explicit it gets is i use the word “whimper” once but theres not even graphic descriptions like i rate this PG-13), a couple swears

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: part two to this fic. Oikawa visits for the holidays after leaving for Argentina years ago. Catching up with his old flame brings back memories and reminds him of a love lost

Author’s Note: this is inspired by ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift. It’s so good, please listen to it, it’ll add so much to the story because I reference it lots :) also i’m dedicating this to @hikariakaashi bc she agreed to be my valentine this year hehe 🥰 also @u-make-my-heart-tsumtsum thank you for hyping this up in the discord :))

“the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you.”

"Hey, it's Tooru. I'm in town for the holidays. I'd like to see you."

The sound of his voice as the audio repeated left an unpleasant feeling in his chest. It burned like longing but twisted and lurched like nervosity, a sensation he pretended he wasn't familiar with. Oikawa wasn't a nervous person. He was a confident, suave man with the world in his hands, but for some reason, leaving a voicemail for someone this dear to him, who could see through him like glass, left a slight tremble in his fingers.

The ding of his phone startled him, muscles growing taut.

10:36am

It's been so long! I'd love to see you. Would 4 at that old coffee shop work?

received

Holy shit.

It was almost embarrassing how his breath caught and his heart stuttered. It had been years, but yet here he was, hooked in with every word.

10:40am

I'll make it work

sent

10:42am

That's a first ;) i'll see you then

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The coffee shop hadn't changed much since he'd last been. The walls were still straining with the wooden roof's weight, the floor still comprised of creaky floorboards that screeched at each drag of a chair. Sparkling red and green lights decked the rafters, hanging low and casting unique shadows across the residents. The lobby was relatively empty, and he was seated quickly at a metal table near the window. The round teapoy rocked on uneven legs when he put his arms on it, but nostalgia made up for the shoddy furniture quality. The poignant smells and whispers of piano music wafted over him like a tender memory, leaving him with visions of your sunrise smile and golden touch breezing over his fingertips. Content was the next emotion that settled over him, but before he could melt too far into it, the bell on the door jingled. Chilly winter air rushed through his hair, waking him up from the dream that was the last few years and bringing him back home. In the blink of an eye, a familiar arm was pulling at the seat in front of him. It took his brain far too long to process the rosy cheeks and snow-dusted hair before him, but once he did, an infectious grin tugged at his lips.

"Long time, no see." Your gaze was cautious and guarded, and it burned holes in his euphoria.

"Long time, no see," you repeated with a light smile, "How have you been?"

"Ah, you know, just capturing the hearts of every person in Argentina, how are you?" That earned him a tinkling laugh, and his heart beamed at the reward.

"I'm doing okay, just living my life." You greeted the waitress, plainly speaking your order, pausing to glance at him before ordering his old favorite. Honey hues glittered with unspoken fondness when you caught his gaze; he couldn't help it.

"You remembered my order. I feel special."

"Shut up. You are special, Mr. Pro Volleyball Player." You teased, inching your fingertips towards him on the table. It wasn't enough to be wanton, but he noticed, and he couldn't help but reciprocate. Eyes flicking to his hands and back up, that cautious glaze returned. "So, are you staying in town?" A warm hum in affirmation thrummed in his throat.

"I'm staying at my parents' house."

"For how long?" The words seemed full, but he wasn't sure with what.

"Just the weekend." He held your gaze like a taut string tugging you closer and closer. The air felt heavy, and his heart ached with a longing he'd suppressed for years. You opened your mouth to speak, but before anything came out, he interjected boldly. After all, what was he, if not bold? "I got your letter." Hues big and lips parted, a pink flush climbed your cheeks. If he was the same person he was years ago, he would've teased you, but now? With his heart on his sleeve and your eyes staring into his soul, how could he muster that courage up?

"And?" The single word was meek and tentative, fragile like the little bird of your unyielding love.

"Well, for one, your attempt at scratching out the last line wasn't great." There was the teasing. He couldn't hold it back for long.

"Shut up." You shied away from his crinkled eyes, pinker than you were when you stumbled in. God, he missed this.

"I won't." He drawled, closing the narrow distance between your fingertips and enveloping your hands like it didn't electrify his nerves. "And for the record, I missed you too."

"Did you?" He rubbed a calloused finger across your knuckles, holding your eyes confidently.

"How could I not miss that pretty face?"

"Stop teasing." You pouted.

"I'm not." Pensively, you stared back at him, and he admired the furrow of your eyebrows, the puff of your pouted cheeks. Your smaller hands were quaking in his, and just as he considered laying off, you spoke a conglomeration of words that shuddered up his spine.

"Would you like to stay at mine for the night? We can catch up more? I don't want to leave you just yet." A genuine smile simmered up his lips, and he linked his fingers between yours.

"You know I can't say no to you."

"Didn't seem like it when you left." The magic in his chest faltered at the blow, but the regret was evident in your expression. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I know it was about more than me." he hummed, the affectionate graze of his thumb against your knuckles resuming.

The conversation felt much too short, every move you made clenching his heart, brimming it with innocent nostalgia and longing. Before long, you were tugging him out the door, leading him to your apartment in a movie-worthy montage. The silver moonlight caught your hair like silk, your gossamer grip on his wrist balmy and familiar.

"My, you're eager." When you glanced back, your eyes sparkled like the sequins on your prom getup from so many years ago.

"Is it stupid that I missed you so much?" The way his heart caught in his throat was almost painful. Chest aching, he concluded that this was what happiness felt like, a hummingbird flutter he'd never find in the falsities of fame. You, who knew him like the muddy road to your secret high-school hangout spot, looked ethereal beneath the moon's knowing smile. As you approached the door, he couldn't help but dip his toes into the subdued desire he'd grown to ignore.

Your chest pressing into his, your back to the door, his fingertips firm against your waist, and finally, the brush of your reposeful kiss against his needy lips, it left him with frantic desperation clawing up his body. You broke away with a similar gleam tucked into your gaze like a secret just for him. Swinging the door open and fumbling with your jacket, you found your place in his arms again, a mutual craving for a love that was cut so short.

He did many things that night he'd only remembered in dreams, his frame pressing your familiar figure into the bed, lips tracing every line of your silhouette, the dips and curves in your skin, sealing each forgotten memory in an envelope for him to read later. Just for tonight, he'd bask in your entirety, the glow of your smile, the whimpers that spilled past your pretty lips, everything that was purely you. When everything was done and gone, the flaxen glow of your lamplight flickering out, you pulled him into your arms, twirling the chocolate strands of his hair, breathing in his adoration, your own lulling him into a long-awaited, dream-filled slumber. He dreamed of his past self getting lost in the empty arms of another, the void carved out by your existence impossible to fill. He dreamed of the life he'd lead if he'd remained in your embrace, waking up to you every morning instead of cold sheets.

He awoke with the December sun, your bare skin blinding in the morning's glow. Glancing at the red numbers on your nightstand, he stretched his arms. It was almost ten, but the warmth of your body reeled him back in like a fishing pole, his mouth splattering kisses across your visage like freckles. Swelling with delight, he collected you into his arms, setter's fingers revisiting the map he drew on your body like the ink was still drying, greeting you with a grin as your eyes lolled open.

"Morning, babe." Oikawa scanned the love-struck expression painting your features, the scrunch of your nose, the quirk of your lips; he inhaled it like it was his last breath, coming to terms with the time and its draining sand. Raising a lone finger, he followed the shape of your jawline, locking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Sleep well?" You neglected to respond, searching his gaze.

"If this is the last time I ever see you, I want you to know that I've always loved you, and I won't ask you to stay." The last grain of sand in the hourglass tumbled through the glass gap, the alarm clock on your nightstand beeping abruptly, stealing Oikawa's breath.

And as he looked upon your effervescent figure, shattering his own battered heart at the realization, Oikawa decided the road not taken never looked more appealing than now.

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duraxxor · 4 years

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Character Sheet: That Damn Trio

Uh oh, it would seem Duraxxor has gotten himself in a lot of trouble this time around! He’s been split into three pieces of his former self! Oh the humanity! Well there’s only one thing to do. What’s that? Well, we go on a wild adventure to put him back together, of course! That’s why I have decided to create character sheet to explain and every one of the fragments and their traits. So without further interruptions, let’s get down to the material!

Character No. 1

Name: Daev ( Pronounced just like Dave )

Race: Sin’dorei?

Height: 5′ 8″ ( down from the 6′ 4″ that he once stood at. )

Hair Color: Silver Blonde

Eye Color: None, his eyes are as clear as glass

Age: “ I was only born not that long ago... I jest though... “

Physical Traits: When a person comes in contact with Daev, the first thing they may notice as his youthful appearance. Unlike Duraxxor as a whole, Daev has the physical body of a young adult that has suffered from lack of muscle. Despite this, he seems able to stand straight and maintain himself but is unable to physically apply the strength and running speed he once had. The scar that once dominated his features is now shrunken down and appears to have lining that almost reminds some of a stitching, so to speak. Perhaps even mending? The same can be said about the majority of his black attire that decorates his body other than the sleeve that appears to have torn on the right side. A thin trench coat and a pair of black leather britches that are only matched by a pair of boots below. One can also notice the pair of snake bites piercing on his lower lip that seem to have appeared as he no longer bears even a semblance of the elven fangs gene.

Personality: Quiet and probably the most balanced of his former self. Daev seems to be given the nickname of being the Heart of the Trio. And with good reason considering he is probably the very being that keeps the other two in existence. He is never to quickly jump to violence and seeks to see how people function and feel. Selfless thought and under normal circumstances, kind to those that share a mutual respect for him and his space. Although he is the most attuned to multiple emotions, he has a hard time properly expressing them and it may even come out in a series of riddles. However, he does seem to have something to say for every type of person.

Abilities: Lack of physical strength, Daev has to rely on his mind and quick thinking if he hopes to manage avoiding being killed off with the help of his familiars. It isn’t known whether he retains much of his weaponry training, other than having a dagger tucked away under his coat that appears to have a significance, or perhaps even symbolic value. Despite his familiars having their own personalities, he seems able to maintain control of them in certain moments and can even call them or dismiss them at will. Daev’s greatest ability is that he has so much untapped potential that is it unpredicted what he may learn in his stay within the Shadowlands.

Character No. 2

Name: Randdu ( Ron-doo )

Race: Familiar ( Bat )

Height: Unspecified, look to his Abilities for details

Hair Color: White

Eye Color: A mixture of Red and Yellow

Age: “ Look, man, give me a break. I only look old. “

Physical Traits: You feel a piercing gaze always watching you when you approach Daev with his avian shadow, Randdu. He takes on the appearance of most bats native to Azeroth aside from some defined features that make him appear more like a Fruit Bat from our world, bearing a canine-like snout beneath the leathery wraps that are his lengthy wings. Jagged claws appear to be on both the back legs and wing joints, giving him almost the look a humanoid if not for the fact he lacks thumbs. He is the definition of wild animal with personality.

Personality: The reckless familiar that is highly regarded ( and prideful of himself ) as the symbol of Duraxxor. Randdu is also the loudest and most immature of the trio. He would rather pick a fight and see who is the strongest than listen to negotiations. He also possesses quite the appetite match this need for combat. However, this doesn’t mean he isn’t self aware when he is in over his head, being the quickest to also panic when he feels outmatched, that is until something goes right, then he will simply mock his foe. Warning: He may curse a lot.

Abilities: Despite his reckless personality, Randdu is actually quite the powerhouse. He is physically strong and can easily pick up something that is three times his own size, which is only matched by the fact that he is able to grow and shrink his form based on the energy reserves he has obtained through his vampiric aura. The more he fights and succeeds, the stronger Randdu gets. Claws, teeth, and even a mind piercing screech are at his disposal. However, the magical affinity seems to lie more so in the fact he is able to cast a blaze of shadows about his form, giving him enough speed to perform a Wraith Flight, an ability that projects his vampiric aura outward and making mere contact results in the sapping of one’s raw energies.

Character No. 3

Name: Sphula ( Sph-ooluh )

Race: Familiar ( Serpent )

Height: 15′ 07″ in length

Hair Color: “ Crimson Scales, you uneducated pig. “

Eye Color: Onyx

Age: “ To old for you to know. “

Physical Traits: While Randdu is regarded to be the visible lurker, Sphula sticks to remaining hidden into his time is most appropriate. The lengthy serpent bears a strange familiarity to the Arcane Serpents of Northrend, but with many more rows of teeth and definitive fangs. He also lacks the ethereal skin until certain abilities are applied. Scales, bladed fings, and circular markings that are akin to chains, this crimson familiar seems to be the most colorful of the trio.

Personality: Calm until provoked, Sphula recognizes his own intellect and will exercise it when it is most necessary. More often than naught, he is seen wrapped around Daev, whispering into his ear while chastising Randdu. For once to gain conference with Sphula would mean that you either have earned his respect or there is something of worth about you or upon you that he would sooner have you align yourself to their cause. Unlike the other trio, Sphula is not above breaking the rules in his favor. For he believes logic is more important in the case of survivability in the cruel world of a snake. There is one he deems the most worthy of his time: The Lady in the Red @sanguinesorceress .

Abilities: Not as physically strong as Randdu, Sphula is also a constrictor and has no issue wrapping his long tail around his foes or even applying it in a flailing motion to dispatch someone from approaching Daev. And speaking of which, did you know that snakes can actually jump three times their length? Not just this one, but he can also slip his entire length through objects much like a pocket space just to come out in a near forty yard radius. Sphula is also the strongest when it comes to the use of magic and intellect. He is able to conjure geomancy, hemomancy, umbramancy, and in some cases, cryomancy and pyromancy. But what would a snake be without his bite? Twin fangs possess a potent cytotoxin, which is a toxin that induces tissue necrosis. Keep your hands away from this snakes mouth!

OOC Information Station

Rp Style: When interacting with this blog or even the in-game character, I cannot always guarantee that you will interact with all three of them, just as I also cannot guarantee that one of the other’s won’t squeeze themselves into the RP. Otherwise, I am generally laid back and always up to most themes, including the dark and twisted. I am an adult writer and in most cases, I am not so easily triggered and easy to speak with. Please, don’t hesitate to ask questions as I may have an actual answer for them. I also would like to remind everyone that I have been roleplaying in World of Warcraft for nearly ten years. All I ever ask is your undying patience and kindness in return.

Platforms: Tumblr, Discord, and In-game (Planned)

If you have made it this far, congratulations. Now to get to the nitty, gritty disclaimer warnings and rules.

1. Roleplaying with The Trio means you have agreed to not knowing the original character Duraxxor is the true identity of these characters without the proper knowledge or permission. Should you regard him as Duraxxor, Alphus, Lord Daevara, Myotis, or any other former alias, it will be ignored in-character. Should this become a continuing habit, I will ask you personally to please stop trying to ruin the mystery of the characters. Let’s make this a fun plot for all, old and new.

2. If you are seeking to fix the problem as quick as possible, then you have come to the wrong player. I am wanting this particular plot device to go longer than a few weeks or even months as the Shadowlands is going to obviously take longer than a single year itself. There’s going to be hurdles to make evolve these characters over time. You are welcome to speak about being a part of the plot where he attempts to fix himself though!

3. When addressing particular character questions, please specify who you are addressing to unless it is all the above or the mun. This makes my life so much easier and more engaging.

4. Do not god mod my characters as I would not god mod yours. All of them have their own individual strengths and weaknesses and should be considered only through natural interaction.

5. More importantly, be respectful and patient. This is a brand new concept I am playing with and I really wish to see it through to the very end and want those involved to have fun.

Thank you all for taking the time to read this and I do hope that everything is clear! I look forward to roleplaying with everyone and enjoying the Shadowlands storyline! Happy Writing everyone!

And if you have not read Chapter 1 to the Shadowlands storyline, here is a link to the story is here

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racingtowardsaredlight · 5 years

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Joe Mazzello NSFW Alphabet

Warning: This contains SMUT and like a lot of it so be v v prepared

Y’all thirsty for this but so am I so let’s do it

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Joe might be 50% chaos but he’s also 50% cuteness so you bet his goofy ass is snuggling you while also cracking jokes. I also get the feeling that he’s the type who likes to make jokes with you about the sex you just previously had like maybe you make fun of him for being so sensitive (ticklish) on his thighs and he’s just like “yeah okay but at least I don’t like getting choked ya kinky fuck” and then you guys just roast each other and snuggle until you eventually fall asleep

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

So when it comes to sex, Joe definitely loves his arms. He doesn’t spend multiple days in the gym during the week working his arms just so he looks good in leather jackets no no no, he spends all that time getting built so he can pin you down while he eats you out or hold you up against the wall while he takes you just about anywhere and anytime he wants. He used to like his hips the most (mostly because of the noises he’d get out of you when he slammed into you from behind) but one somewhat drunken night you went on for a solid hour about how turned on you got when you saw his arms and then they just became his favorite since you loved them so much.

His favorite body part of yours was definitely your tits. Speaking of drunken confessions, Joe once slurred out how much he wanted fuck your tits - which would be super sexy except for the fact that it was at a very public bar and in front of Ben and Gwil (who were too drunk to care at the time but definitely brought it up again). You did eventually let him have his way with your chest days later, but not without a proper scolding and then poking fun at him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person) (i am so sorry for the FILTH that is this paragraph like w o w )

We already know Joe loves your boobs so obviously he loves to finish on them. Especially after you’ve blown him, his cum hitting your chest is just icing on the cake for him. However, when it came to taking your relationship to the next level (i.e. wanting kids/ baby making time), Joe loved to cum inside of you. He loved when you’d ride him, his orgasm hitting him like a ton of bricks and then watching as you pulled off of him while his cum dripped out of you. If he wasn’t already fucked out, that did him in.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Clothed sex. The man may be 36 but damn it if he doesn’t love to feel like a horny teenager again, fooling around with you whenever he could. The fact that you can rile him up without ever shedding a layer both stunned him and made him want to fuck you even more. The very few times you made him cum in his pants, Joe was pretty sure he was 18 all over again and also thought he might have seen heaven with how hard and fast you could make him cum and mess his very expensive trousers. He wishes it happened more often but he’d never say a word to you (bc dirt secret duh)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You take one look at that man and you try and TELL ME he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He could make you cum in SECONDS if he wanted to.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

If he’s feeling fast and freaky: Joe loved to either bend you over any surface he could find (he’d settle for holding you against the wall if a counter or tabletop didn’t see fit to his requirements) OR he’d lie back and let you ride him and have your way with him.

If he’s feeling in love/soft: Joey boy loves some vanilla sex. Missionary. Hand holding. Eye contacts. I love you’s. All the mushy gushy stuff. He eats that up and he knows you do too. The man loves to love so he does it right.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It doesn’t matter what kind of sex your having, fast, slow, quickie, or all-day long, Joe will always be a goofball. The first time you guys had sex, he was so nervous that he tried to crack a joke just to ease the tension and it made the both of you laugh so hard that you had to take a break. Needless to say, Joe’s humor in bed kept you guys grounded, and it just made you love your chaotic, goofy boy even more.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

He’s well-groomed. Nothing too crazy and he isn’t completely stripped either. Just nicely trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

As mentioned in F, Joe likes a mushy gushy moment, but every sexual moment had some sort of soft intimacy at some point just like it had some type of goofy moment. Joe adores you and he never wants to let you forget it, so even if he’s railing you against a bathroom counter at some fancy LA party, he’ll still look you in the eyes and tell you how much he loves you before and after you both cum.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Whenever Joe had to go away for work, he’d always FaceTime call you so you could lend him a virtual hand. On the days you were anticipating the calls (he’d text you a pic of his not so little problem tenting his boxers with the caption “FaceTime?” and like ten prayer emojis) you’d get out a little lingerie and something to cover up with. Some days you’d throw a big tshirt over yourself to look like you weren’t all dolled up underneath while other days you’d opt for a silky robe or one of Joe’s Yankees jerseys, the latter of which drove him absolutely wild. While he loved to watch you get off while he did too, you always insisted that he was more stressed out so he should be the one who comes first. This was always a relief for Joe as he’d be incredibly worked up before he called you so just seeing your face had him nearly cumming on the spot. On days he couldn’t FaceTime you, he’d pull out the polaroids you took of the two of you during one of your all night escapades and envision that you were there with him, touching him the ways you always did so perfectly.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Joe is a chaotic being so of course he’d be quite... adventurous. He loved the idea of public sex/ getting you off whenever and wherever he could. The fancier the place, the quicker he’d be trying to get his hands up your dress or have your mouth on his cock in whatever bathroom or hallway he could find.

He’s also big on nicknames. He preferred giving you them but he never complained when “Joey” passed your lips. His favorites for you were “princess”, “darling”, and “baby” though when you two were getting especially frisky “you little minx” might pop out.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

While he was adventurous, Joe still thinks nothing beats good ole fashioned bedroom sex. The way you looked sprawled out on his bed sheets, hair splayed around your face, the soft light of his nightstand lamp making you look ethereal - yeah, there was no greater sight to Joe. Nothing else could compare to the absolute bliss that came from taking you in his bed and then holding you close, never having to switch locations from love-making to cuddling.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Cliche as it sounds, everything you do gets him hard. Joe sometimes thinks he has a real problem, seeing as just the sight of you bending over to pick up something has him adjusting himself or taking you right then and there. But what really gets his cock hard is when you tease him, soft caresses over his jeans, whispering dirty things in his ear, anything you could do to allude to what was to come later got him harder than a rock and usually ended in him whimpering to you and begging for you to touch him.

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Joe would never do anything to hurt you or degrade you. Aside from some light mid-sex spanking, Joe would never hurt you on purpose or call you any type of name that was less than your character.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think it’s a toss up for which he prefers more. You mouth on his cock, sucking him dry while he moans like a goddamn pornstar was always top notch; but hearing you cry out his name and tug on his hair while he gives you as many orgasms with his mouth as he could managed have even brought him over the edge quite a few times. So Joe sees these as pretty evenly stacked bets, but he thinks if he really had to choose, your pleasure would beat his in the end.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

Joe’s default setting on sex was always and will always be set to soft and sweet. Not too slow, not too fast, just the right pace to have you to both losing your minds while also feeling incredibly intimate. These setting changed of course based on his and your moods. Stressful days called for fast and rough while morning sex was reserved was slow and sweet loving.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Quickies for Joe were like grabbing a bag of chips instead of eating the full meal. Yes they were delicious and satisfying enough to tide him over, but they were never the real deal and thus he always craved something more substantial.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Joe’s game to experiment but only after talking it over and making sure there was mutual want and consent for the experiments in question. As you relationship progressed, he’d get bolder and definitely be more spontaneous as long as you were down too.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Joe usually surprised you with just how long he could last. While there were quite a few occasions in which Joe came sooner than expected (what can he say? you knew how to work him up), he almost always held out until he was fully inside of you and you were on the brink of your final orgasm. On the nights where he was too worked up and came much sooner than expected, giving himself a few extra minutes of working you up and hearing you beg him for more usually got him going again. Needless to say, his stamina was pretty damn good.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Joe didn’t own any toys himself but when he found out how fast you could lose control with a vibrator on your clit, well, Joe made sure to grab a few different kinds for future use. He mostly used them on you, but he’d be lying if he said he’d never used them on himself (See W for more details...)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Joe is a pretty straight to the point kind of guy so he’s not one teasing. He leaves that job to you since you seemed to do it so well. There were moments when he’d lightly tease you, usually when he went down on you. He’d run his beard along your thighs, plant open mouth kisses on your lower stomach, and - his favorite form of teasing - he’d leave hickies just about anywhere he could before finally allowing his mouth to touch where you needed it most.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Joe is LOUD and I will take no arguments on the matter. (note that one borhap interview where he just openly fucking whimpered like hi sir where is your self control) He loved to make noise and let you know just how goddamn good you made him feel. His noises could range from whimpers to moans of your name, and he’d always have some string of cuss words to accompany ever grunt and groan that fell from his lips.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Joe knew just how much you loved your vibrator so one day he decided to try it for himself. In his defense, you left it in his suitcase from your last weekend getaway and Joe happened to find it just as he was getting ready for bed while away for filming. Knowing you couldn’t FaceTime that night, he made himself comfy in his bed, pulled your pictures out to rile himself up and went to town. The absolute euphoria he felt when he let the vibrator, set to its lowest level, graze the head of his cock was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. It only took him a few minutes of stroking himself while he pressed the vibrator to the base of his dick just above his balls before he was cumming hard and fast, eyes closed and whimpering your name. It was almost too much for him and Joe decided that he’d store that option away for when he was really desperate and needed to get off quick (or just when you were there and could help him feel even more risky).

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

I have been waiting to talk about this because there is just a way that Joe carries himself and speaks that have had me saying on many occasions “WE GET IT JOE YOU HAVE A BIG DICK” and I firmly believe the man is packing some serious heat. I understand the use of cups and their way of accentuating things but if you look at him in Undrafted, like, that’s a pretty big cup my guy and those things are meant to fit a certain way and like hug so... I’m just saying... *insert the eyes emoji like six times*

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think he’s got a pretty moderate sex drive. He’s always down when you are but there are plenty of other things he like to do besides dick you down. Joe’s got the biggest boner for domestic bliss so even if you’re not jumping each other’s bones he’s still perfectly happy. He has his moments when he absolutely aches for your touch but those are usually when he’s been gone filming too long or when you’ve been teasing him relentlessly.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s not one to pass out immediately afterwards, but he’s definitely a tired boy. Joe makes sure to take proper care of you, cleaning you up and making sure you’ve peed and that both of you have what you need before you pulls you in close and snuggles you. Sleeping isn’t the first thing on his mind after you two are done, in fact it might even be the last. He loves to hold you close and talk to you about anything and everything, all the while tracing patterns on your skin with his fingers or playing with your hair. Anything to have you close to him physically, emotionally, and mentally before you both finally drift off to sleep.

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY ALSO I FEEL LIKE SIN SO I AM SO SORRY FOR THE FILTH THAT JUST TOOK PLACE

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Vikings Ending Explained

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The following contains spoilers for Vikings season 6 part two.

Vikings has always been concerned with legacy: that of the Vikings themselves, and of Ragnar and his sons. It’s clear from the show’s coda – Ubbe and Floki side by side on a distant beach, contemplating existence as the sun glows down upon the endless stretch of ocean before them – that the two ultimately are inseparable. Bound up in this spider’s web of myth and mayhem, too, is the fate and legacy of the show itself. How will it be remembered now that it is gone? In a word: fondly.

Creator Michael Hirst has left us a show for the ages, one that transcends the war, blood, and murder that first drew audiences to its story. The closing run of episodes is at turns thrilling, stirring, chilling, harrowing, heart-breaking, savage, sensual and ethereal, and is capped off with a mesmerizing, mytho-philosophical finale that retroactively elevates everything that came before it, all the way back to the moment when Ragnar first asked Floki to help him sail west. So how does it achieve this greatness? And what does it all mean? Let’s break it down.

Groundhog Deity

One of the central themes of the show is the cycle of violence and bloodshed in which Viking society finds itself mired, and the battle between those who seek to perpetuate it, and those who seek to break free from it. It’s a dichotomy that burns down through the wick of the show, and often rages within its characters, most notably Ragnar, Lagertha, Floki, Bjorn, and Ubbe. Season upon season, each promise of peace is swiftly pounded into the blood-soaked earth by the vengeance, skulduggery or megalomaniacal ambitions of a chaotic individual, faction or rival; the old ways refusing to cede ground to the new. But still the dreamers and visionaries struggle, against themselves, against the furious roar of tradition, again and again. This rise and fall happened so frequently throughout the show’s run that its rhythm caused some sections of the audience to grow weary. This repetition, though, this sense of helplessness, is largely the point (not to mention an accurate portrayal of the brutish life endured by most people in the Dark and Middle Ages), and one that’s made more explicit than ever before in the final stretch of the season. Like the characters themselves, we the audience must feel – truly feel – the suffocating hopelessness of it all before we can begin to appreciate the burst of light at the end.

All throughout the series the Vikings’ thirst for war and conquest is cloaked in the language of fate, destiny, glory, and the Gods. In a telling sequence half-way through the final ten episodes, these justifications are stripped away to reveal the dark, very mortal truth that lies behind them. Ivar, Hvitserk, and King Harald reunite in a calm and peaceful Kattegat. All three are burnt-out, frazzled, and dissatisfied. There’s a real sense that “the age of the Vikings is gone” and that this is “the twilight of the Gods”. Harald and Ivar admit that there is no pleasure in being a King, despite it being a title both men have dreamed of and longed for, and for which they’ve lied, cheated, betrayed, and killed. In the final analysis, we can see – and finally they can see, however indirectly – that the great cycle in which the Vikings are trapped has been perpetuated not by the Gods – those great scapegoats in the sky – but by bored and angry men seeking in bloodshed distractions from a cold and brutish world whose quotient of misery has only ever been increased by their actions. It is especially sad to see Ivar churned back into this mill given the growth he experienced throughout this season, not only in being a caring, surrogate father to the Rus heir Igor, but in becoming an actual father after his body asserted itself just long enough to plant his seed in Princess Katia’s belly.

Ivar witnesses two men in a public gathering-place squabbling over a trivial matter, and extrapolates from this that war is a necessary state for the Vikings, because in peace they fight amongst themselves. It’s patently obvious that the lesson Ivar pulls from this incident says more about his pain and psychopathology – his hatred, his emptiness – than it does about society at large. Ultimately, it is he, and Harald, and Hvitserk, and a million other men just like them, who need war. They need external conflict to distract them from their own internal conflicts and inadequacies. Never-the-less, and perhaps unsurprisingly, Ivar’s facile supposition is all that King Harald needs to hear. Before long, the three men and a ready-made army are heading back across the sea to England for a final confrontation with King Alfred and his Christian Saxon soldiers.

“The Twilight of the Gods”

This climactic confrontation is, on one level, less a battle between two armies and more the continuation of the chess game Ivar and Alfred once played as children, as their fathers – King Ragnar and King Ecbert – cut deals and hatched plots in another room.

In many ways, Ivar was always marked for monsterhood. He grew up with the fierce love of his mother, Aslaug, which she wrapped around him like a blanket made of steel. By over-compensating for his condition and physical fragility to such a suffocating degree, she left him isolated, conceited and angry. His father, Ragnar, was absent for most of his youth. Though Ivar had Floki to teach and guide him in the ways of the Gods, Ivar didn’t realize quite how much of himself had been missing until Ragnar returned and took him under his wing. Ragnar was one of the few men who seemed to have faith in Ivar’s abilities; who told him that he could be something other than a liability, a cripple, a joke. They journeyed to England together with conquest in mind, but when a storm sank most of their boats, Ragnar swiftly refocused the purpose of their visit, enlisting Ivar’s aid to kill the surviving members of their party (to remove all evidence of their initial intent) and surrender themselves to King Ecbert.

Ragnar tells Ecbert to deliver him into the hands of King Aelle, so that Ecbert will not be blamed for Ragnar’s death, and the full fury of the Vikings will be directed at their mutual enemy instead. However, Ragnar has instructed Ivar to return home with news of Ecbert’s duplicity, so that both Kings will become the targets of the rage-and-grief-filled Viking horde. Ivar is the perfect capsule for this incendiary message, as Ragnar gambles, quite correctly, that King Ecbert’s sense of fair play, filtered through his Christianity, won’t permit him to harm or imprison a poor, harmless crippled boy. Ragnar thus succeeds in turning the Saxon’s Christian compassion into a fatal weakness, while at the same time teaching his weaponized son that love, violence, deceit, and death are so intimately connected as to be almost indivisible.

When Aslaug died at Lagertha’s hands, soon after Ragnar’s death, it removed his only other source of love, cloying though it was. He took that love and turned a mutated version of it upon himself, imbuing himself with delusions of Godhood, something his fury at his parents’ deaths only served to magnify.

In the first dramatic round of the final battle against Alfred, Ivar repeats his father’s tactic of weaponizing kindness. He orders traps to be set in the forest with which to painfully ensnare the first line of Alfred’s advancing soldiers. The hope is that Alfred’s Christian compassion will compel him to send the next few lines of soldiers to assist their wailing brothers, allowing the Vikings to ambush them like lambs to the slaughter. And so it proves. Many lives are lost. The fighting is kinetic and savage; the pervading mist and gloom only enlivened by the occasional eruption of fire, like a melding of Valhalla and the Christian conception of Hell. King Harald is killed, finding some solace and peace at last with a dying vision of his brother, Halfdan, whom he’d killed in a previous battle.

After this, there is a lull in the fighting. Alfred and Ivar meet under a white flag to discuss terms. Alfred will not yield. He will never again reward Ivar for his unprovoked attacks, nor fall into the trap of trusting his word. He tells Ivar to leave his kingdom, leave England, and never return; entreats him to save his people from further pointless bloodshed. He goes on to declare: “My God is the God of peace and love. Your Gods are savage. They demand sacrifice. They do not know human love.” The final fight that follows is as much the culmination of a struggle between two competing religious and cultural ideologies as it is a battle between Ivar and Alfred; and by the end of this final episode the matter is settled, at least in a thematic sense.

Alfred and Ivar cleave to their God and Gods on the battlefield, looking to them for guidance and answers. As the situation becomes ever more desperate, both leaders soon find themselves deserted by their Gods, their imagined connection to them severed.

“What am I supposed to do?” Ivar shouts to his suddenly deaf and mute Gods. “Answer me!”

“Speak to me, please. I’m afraid. Speak!” Alfred beseeches his lord Jesus.

Stripped of their Gods, both men are forced to acknowledge in whose image they’ve truly been forged: their fathers’. What they do next will decide if history is doomed to repeat itself, and also settle the question of whether it is their own wills or the wills of their fathers that are the stronger. Ultimately, it is love and compassion, in both instances, that proves to be their guiding light, leading Ivar to reject his father’s ways, and Alfred to embrace his father’s – his real father: the monk Athelstan, who was once a friend and confidante of the great Ragnar Lothbrook.

All You Need is Love

Ivar watches the battle from the side-lines. Hvitserk has long been a tormented, tortured and fractured man, but in combat he’s whole, screeching and roaring through the flames like a mythical demon. But one man can’t best a whole army, and it becomes clear that Hvitserk isn’t long for this world. Ivar’s eyes shine an electric blue, a physical indication known since childhood that his brittle bones are about to break. Ivar knows his actions in the next few minutes will serve as his last will and testament, the means by which the world will remember him. Ivar watches Hvitserk – the brother he’d many times mocked and tormented, whose life he’d tried to ruin, who’d long forsworn to kill him – and charges onto the battlefield to take his place, submitting himself to the same forces of compassion he’d spent a life-time deriding and subverting.

“I could never kill you,” he tells Hvitserk.

“I love you. I love you brother,” Hvitserk replies tearfully.

“Now go. Go!” hollers Ivar.

Ivar’s rage and defiance seem to shake the very earth around him. He is at one with his army. He fights and lives through them. In the midst of his last stand a young soldier, shaking with fear, approaches him from the mist.

“Don’t be afraid,” says Ivar, an almost Christ-like evocation at this, his moment of sacrifice. The soldier stabs him repeatedly, and, as Ivar falls, his bones snap and break. Hvitserk runs to him and cradles his dying body, while Alfred calls for the fighting to stop. “I am afraid,” Ivar splutters, words no-one thought they would ever hear from Ivar the Boneless. And then there are three more; his final words: “I love you.”

Ivar has thus broken the cycle. He has sacrificed himself not for hate, as his father once did, but for love. He was finally able to know and to feel human love; and crucially to demonstrate it instead of demanding it, even if it was right at the end of his life, and only for a few moments. Already Ivar had begun to demonstrate humility. On the eve of the battle he told Hvitserk: “Hundreds of years from now, someone will be proud to find my blood is in their body and my spirit is in their soul.” Maybe part of him realized that in becoming a father he’d finally achieved the immortality after which he’d always hungered, and it was enough.

Hvitserk is carried away on the back of a wagon. We’re given an aerial view of this, lending Hvitserk the appearance of a corpse returning from battle. In many ways he is. Hvitserk is dead, in a sense. The merciful Alfred baptises Hvitserk, allowing him to be reborn with a new name: Athelstan.

We know from our future vantage point that the loving Christ Hvitserk has now embraced is destined to eventually, and irrevocably, defeat the old Norse Gods. Not only that, but there will be a millennium of distinctly non-loving conquests, wars, decimations, genocides, enslavements and cultural destructions carried out in His name, all of which will make the exploits of the 8th and 9th century Vikings look like the tantrums of naughty children in comparison. But Hvitserk doesn’t know this. All he knows is that he has found peace by rejecting war and embracing love. He has finally found a way to honor his father – or at least the part of his father that loved Athelstan, and came to see Christianity and Paganism as two sides of the same coin. Love and mercy, then, are the instruments that Hvitserk and Alfred use to break free from the ‘endless cycle of suffering and war’.

Out With The Old

The show’s themes converge, coalesce and crystalize in the New World, too. The journey from Iceland to Greenland to North America is one fraught with danger and death, but characterized by faith and hope and sacrifice. And it is Othere, the Christian wanderer once known as – appropriately enough – Athelstan (no relation), who leads them there.

“This is everything [Ragnar] was searching for,” Ubbe tells Othere, in their new land of milk and honey. “And I found it.” Othere cautions Ubbe against behaving in the same ways that he did before – the old ways – lest this land become just like the land he left behind.

They are not alone. The Vikings discover that the land is occupied by a tribe of indigenous peoples they refer to as Skraelings. The tribe welcomes them warmly. Ubbe soon discovers they have a friend in common: Floki, who somehow reached these same shores from Iceland, alone, and now lives on the periphery of the Skraelings’ land as a revered mystic. If it wasn’t for the Skraelings’ kindness, Floki would have died on arrival. They showed him mercy and kindness.

Asked why he left Iceland, Floki says it was because he was ‘imprisoned in sadness’.

“What made you so sad?”

“I don’t always remember,” he says, with a wistful smile.

Floki here represents the past of the Vikings as we in the modern world have come to know it, a patchwork of tall tales and omissions. Floki embodies how time will continue to wash away both the Vikings’ history and their legend, until there’s little difference between them, and nothing much is left of either. Floki also embodies the idea that the golden age of the Vikings is gone; he remembers that he once was a Viking; he remembers Ragnar, the sons of Ragnar and the people who were important to them, but little else. There was a time when Floki was the greatest soldier of and preacher for the Gods, but he has now let them go, shed them like a dead skin. “I called to them and no longer heard their voices, or they didn’t make sense,” he tells Ubbe. Again, entropy, evolution, death, re-birth, legend, past, future: all suffused.

The old ways make one last effort to re-assert themselves, even here in this paradise, and Ubbe gets his defining moment – just as Ivar and Hvitserk and Bjorn before him got theirs. One of his party murders the son of the Skraeling’s leader while ransacking the leader’s home for gold. The Skraelings – clearly more civilized than the Vikings ever were – hand this man over to Ubbe to decide his fate.

This is a pivotal moment for the series. Where once we were encouraged to see Ragnar as the hero, even when he was killing and pillaging his way through innocent peoples, here we perceive this man, this murderer – who has simply acted in accordance with how the Vikings have always acted – as a dangerous savage. We, the audience, have already made a choice about who the Vikings are now, or who they should be – and so has Ubbe.

At first the murderer is to be publically blood-eagled, a particularly savage and painful form of execution that never-the-less guarantees its sufferer entry to Valhalla. At the last moment, Ubbe changes his mind, and slits the man’s throat instead.

“Valhalla is not for you, my friend,” Ubbe tells him, mere seconds before carrying out his sentence, “Let me put you out of your misery.” Ubbe does not say this to be cruel, to rob the man of his place in the afterlife. He simply doesn’t want to inflict unnecessary pain, and is showing mercy. But it’s deeper than that, too. Valhalla doesn’t seem to matter to him anymore. Ubbe has come to understand that life can be lived without the old ways and their Gods, and be all the better for it.

On the beach, Ubbe seeks Floki’s advice and counsel. Floki smiles. “You don’t need to know anything. It’s not important. Let it go.”

It’s fitting that Floki is there at the show’s end. Without his innovation as a boat maker, Ragnar would never have sailed west and discovered Saxon lands; would never have met Athelstan. Without Floki, the Vikings would never have discovered Iceland, or Greenland, or the New World on whose shores they now sit. Ragnar is the one who will be immortalized in legend, while the world will slowly forget Floki. He has already started to forget himself. Perhaps that is the point. Warriors live on in legend and infamy, while the people who built the world around them and at their backs fade away. But wasn’t it ever thus? Legends change the world; love saves it. And here we see that love is the more important, and more enduring, force of the two, even if we’re sometimes too proud to acknowledge it, or too blind to see it.

“I love you, Floki,” says Ubbe, as they stare across the ocean, at their past, at their possible future, at eternity.

What a beautiful, and truly surprising, sentiment for a show as blood-soaked as Vikings to bow out on.

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Of course the status quo clings on in Kattegat, and I guess this will be picked up in the spin-off series. Set 100 years after the events of Vikings, Vikings: Valhalla is reportedly coming to Netflix sometime next year.

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This segment features artists who have submitted their tracks/videos to She Makes Music. If you would like to be featured here then please send an e-mail to [email protected]. We look forward to hearing from you!

Ronley Teper

Children at heart who love comedic, poetic, theatric, yet at times serious storytelling alongside truly magical music, should prepare themselves for the surprising world of Ronley Teper. Born in South Africa and growing up in Toronto, she is an active composer, producer and multimedia artist. Teper invites a rotating roster of some of the finest musicians, animators and multimedia artists to publicly improvise around her storytelling and songwriting styles that cycle through many influences from folk, funk, jazz, cabaret, cinematic, post rock and pop musical sensibilities. She has been described as reminiscent of artists including Tom Waits, Mary Margaret O’Hara, Laurie Anderson, Kate Bush and Frank Zappa. A musician and performance artist, Teper has been an active member in the arts scene for almost two decades. Over this time, she has recorded 5 independent LP’s; with an upcoming 6th Everyone Loves A Good Story (coming Jan 2021). Of her latest single 'New Love' Ronley says: "In a world of uncertainty and chaos and an overall general sense of loneliness, the possibility of companionship that comes with new love – be it romantic or any type of connection – has greater meaning now than in any other time. 'New Love,' embodies our yearning for the what if, nestled in the hope and possibility for loving connection." Listen below.

X62

X62 (Ten-Sixty Two) is a pop/soul duo from Edmonton, Alberta. Think of that thrilling and terrifying period of time when you’ve fallen for someone, but don't yet know if they feel the same. Their new single, 'Hopelessly Hoping,' is about "those nights spent laying awake in bed picturing life with this person, desperately hoping they feel the same, knowing full well you can’t force someone else’s emotions. To turn it into a duet, we created a story where both people feel the connection, but neither is bold enough to let the other know. Mutually wondering if it's a hopeless endeavour or something greater. The song ends and we still don’t actually have an answer. We'd like to think that it ends happily and they both figure it out." Listen below.

X62 · Hopelessly Hoping

Romana

A self-taught multi-disciplinary artist inspired by the human condition, the cosmos, our ancestors and the spaces in between – Romana experiments with several mediums to express her journey as a woman of colour in Toronto. A true artist, Romana is a singer-songwriter, painter, installation artist and experience designer. As an expressionist and artist, Romana feels that it is her responsibility to use her art as a platform for awareness. Her music specifically lends a voice to the issues and ideas that are important to her and the many diverse communities she belongs to. Romana's music addresses identity, belonging and healing. Topics that are not often addressed in the mainstream, Romana's messages are made accessible and easily consumable through smooth 90s R&B-inspired sounds. Her musical style is definitely a reflection of her experience growing up in a desi household in the 90s. Romana is changing the way we view artists today and giving people everywhere permission to do it all. "I have had many conversations with my friends about energy vampires: individuals that can drain the life out of you!" says Romana. "My new song, 'ENERGY,' is about the give and take that each relationship needs to be healthy. Jeia Rouge produced this track and it was one of the most floetic, fun and egoless experiences I have had. Jeia is also the first and only female producer I have worked with. There is always something special about women coming together to create! If something or someone is not actually adding to your life then it has got to go! I want you to assess your own circles to make sure that there is no one in your life who is sapping your energy." Listen below.

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Gefahrgeist

With meaningful lyrics and a dreamlike atmosphere, ‘Graceless’ is the perfect ethereal pop soundtrack. Gefahrgeist combines the different musical expertise of two of Scotland’s most promising young musicians - Fiona Liddell and Niall Rae. Fiona Liddell is a singer-songwriter from Glasgow with a ten year music career performing with various bands and musical projects (Jack Hinks, Echo Arcadia, Loud Poets). This summer, she released a live album of original songs with her husband, Sam Thorne, on piano. Niall (Neel) Rae is a producer and bassist from Aberdeen. With a degree in composition from Edinburgh Napier University, Niall has taken his skills to new heights with Gefahrgeist. With his creative drive and musical imagination, Niall is able to transform songs like ‘Graceless’ from a simple piano piece into an eclectic pop anthem. Listen to 'Graceless' below.

Violet Hull

Violet Hull is a 20 year old singer songwriter of Thai and American descent currently developing her craft in Sydney, Australia. 'Buy This' is her debut single and is self-written, recorded and produced. "It unleashes a lot of feelings I have about the world right now– the pleasures and pressures," explains Violet. "When will our selfishness eat us up? Will we make it out or sell ourselves into the ground? Creative sampling and satire taps into poignant realities about consumerism, narcissism, and social media. Though spacious, the song crescendos like the feelings of crisis that are palpable at the moment." It was first released with a stop-motion music video (created with conceptual artist and painter Kaye Mahoney) on youtube and IGTV. "'Buy This' doesn't just allude to consumerism, but the self-centred ideologies thrust upon us in a world that supported Trump's rise to US President," she continues. "I would love more people to be able to hear its message." Listen below.

Violet Hull · BUY THIS

Tekla Waterfield

Trouble In Time marks a first for husband and wife collaborators, award-winning Seattle based singer-songwriter Tekla Waterfield and multi-instrumentalist and producer, Jeff Fielder. Their two aesthetics have found maturity, meshing together to produce sensual, ephemeral songs nestled in lush beds of laid-back and stripped down grooves. Most of the album’s nine songs were written in 2020, in response to the heavy and anxiety-filled events taking place around the world. Despite the heavy subject matter, there is a resounding takeaway of hope for a brighter tomorrow in this collection of beautiful and haunting songs. Trouble in Time is out January 8. Stream the title track below.

Tekla Waterfield · Trouble In Time

Jade Hilton

Heartfelt lyrics and emotive vocals have helped Jade Hilton evolve into her distinctive sound. The singer-songwriter fuses earthy folk melodies over lo-fi soundscapes. After graduating from the University if Illinois at Urbana-Chapaign on a full athletic scholarship, she moved back home to Toronto and began releasing music featuring her indie folk style with R&B-pop production. "My new song, 'Falling,' is about that uncontrollable feeling when you first start liking someone, but not finding the words to tell that person how you feel," says Jade. "The more time you spend with that person, the more you realize how beautiful they truly are. Writing this song was my way of expressing that." Listen below.

Jade Hilton · Falling

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"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into Y/N."

"Lay just shut the fuck up and let me pick a goddamn tattoo before I shove my foot down your throat, you've told me that about 40 times in the span of 5 minutes."

"Well, that's you told."

You roll your eyes as Irene and Lay now begin to bicker as you flicked through the book filled with tattoo ideas. A new guy that wasn't Taehyung sat beside you staring at the pair in front of you as they began to get aggressive with their bickering.

"Are they always like this?" He whispers to you making you chuckle and nod.

"Unfortunately." You sigh. You look up and realize he was also incredibly attractive. Red hair. Slim face, his left eyebrow pierced, a sleeveless t-shirt showing off all the tattoos on his arms that lead up to his neck and one small one on his face. A paper plane. Exactly like what Taehyung had on his face.

"Feel bad for you. Anyway, I'm Jung Hoseok, a pleasure to meet you." He says.

"Kang Y/N, nice to meet you too." You say shaking his hand.

"Found anything that catches your eye," He asks peering over your shoulder to look at what you were looking at. You shake your head, biting your lip in frustration. You were so tempted to just throw the book across the room.

"It's okay, first ones are always the hardest to choose for." He says smiling brightly at you. You were convinced he had superpowers once you seen his smile, all your frustration had disappeared. You close the book and place it on the table and pick another book up that looked a little bit broken. You notice Hoseok tense slightly from the corner of your eye but you shrug it off as you go to open the book, a piece of paper falls out and floats to the ground. You frown and place the book to one side and pick up the paper that looked kind of worn down. You turn around and you stare in awe at the design.

A Chinese dragon. Bloomed flowers wrapped around it. Its mouth open like it's ready to breathe fire or already is breathing fire. It looked fearless, dangerous, feisty ready to cause havoc and damage to anything in its way, a single claw out ready to dig them into its enemy. Horns like the devil, like it wanted to show ita mischievious. You loved it. You wanted this to be inked onto your skin to show everyone that they shouldn't fuck with you.

"This one." You say and turn to Hoseok who was staring wide-eyed at you.

"I want this one." You say handing him it. He looks down staring at the design as Taehyung and a short blonde haired guy walk out from a room.

"Why does Hoseok look like he's about to throw up?" The guy with blonde hair says. Hoseok just holds up the design and the guy chokes on his air whilst Taehyung laughs.

"What's wrong?" You ask in confusement looking at Lay and Irene who were still bickering.

"Oh shit! He's gonna be so pissed when he finds out this is still out here." Taehyung practically yells, laughing.

" Who's gonna be pissed when he finds out what?" A new voice from behind Taehyung says.

It was hypnotic. You couldn't see the person but his voice drew you in. It was almost addictive. Taehyung moves to the side and your breath hitches. You thought Hoseok, Taehyung and the blonde guy were attractive, this guy was ethereal. His eyes were doe-like but held a coldness and danger to them. His lips a flush pink a black lip ring decorating his plump bottom lip. His right eyebrow pierced, it raised in amusement and that made him ten times more attractive. His nose also pierced. Long black hair that was wavy and gave a mysterious vibe. Instead of an airplane tattooed on his face like Taehyung and Hoseok he had a skull so did the guy with blond hair. The Tattoos decorated his neck and arms in sleeves, and you could notice a few peaking out from his tank top on his chest. He was very well built. You could tell he worked out. You could also tell this was a guy you shouldn't fuck with, yet that made you want to know him even more.

The amusement on his face was wiped off his face however when he noticed the tattoo idea Hoseok held up. His face contorted into anger, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek, that's was hot.

"Why the fuck is that still out here." He growls out in anger slowly walking forward. But the blonde guy places his hand on his shoulder to stop him in his tracks.

"Jungkook, calm down. We have customers." The blond guy says sternly, identifying the angry guy.

"Yoongi Hyung, get off me," Jungkook says slowly. Yoongi shook his head. And Taehyung stood looking back and forth between you and Jungkook. Your temper was rising and before you knew it, you snapped.

"Can someone tell me what the actual fuck is going on right now?! I came in here for one fucking tattoo and suddenly there's an uproar about the one I chose so I would like an explanation!"

Lay and Irene finally stop bickering after hearing you yell and stand up quickly, knowing your temper can be lethal.

"Y/N calm dow-"

"Calm down? Don't tell me to calm fucking down Lay. I'm confused and want an explanation as to why there's a protest against a tattoo." You scoff crossing your arms. You knew you were probably overreacting but right now you couldn't care less. You had lost your temper and enough was enough.

"Jungkook drew this a few years back, he doesn't really want this tattooed onto someone..." Taehyung says trailing off.

"Then why is it in a book full of tattoo designs for anybody to look at?" You ask glaring.

"Hey! I don't know! One of us must have slipped it in there and forgot it was in there and if you haven't noticed the book exactly isn't in great condition, no has looked through it for years. Don't shoot the messenger I'm just an innocent bystander stuck in a very awkward situation." Taehyung says defensively.

You sigh nod and look back at Jungkook who still looks pissed.

"Why you so pissed off still?" You ask him. His head snaps to you and the anger written on his face fades away for a few seconds before it appears again. That was odd.

"Because, now you have to get this tattooed onto you when I clearly told my hyungs' to make sure it stayed away from the public. That's why I'm still pissed dollface." He snarls at you.

"Excuse me? What the fuck did you just call me?" You snap. He smirks realizing he had hit a nerve and repeats himself.

"Hmm? Oh, you mean dollface? Yeah that's what I called you. I called you dollface. Problem?" He says sarcastically amused he was pissing you off.

"Yeah, I have got a problem dickface, that problem is you. You got a stick stuck up your ass or something? Or you so defensive because your pride and ego are bigger than your dick?" You smirk knowing you were pushing his buttons.

"You're testing my patience dollface." He growls.

"Feelings mutual honey." You smirk.

"Okay! I'm gonna stop this right here before you rip each other's clothes off and have angry sex right in front of our innocent eyes!" Irene yells standing in between the both of you. She then turns to you and says,

"Y/N, just pick another tattoo to get to stop this drama yeah?"

"Aww, but I was loving it, I was just about to go make myself some popcorn," Yoongi whines teasingly.

"Hyung, shut the fuck up please," Hoseok says massaging his temples and standing up.

"I'm going to smoke, you fuckers have stressed me out," Hoseok says before walking out the shop.

You look back down at the tattoo books and go to pick it up but the irritating yet hypnotic voice of Jungkook cuts you off.

"What are you doing?"

You look up and frown at him and laugh out in disbelief. "Umm, picking out a new tattoo because your sensitive ass just had a tantrum over the one I chose?" You say snarkily. He glares at you and goes to insult you but Yoongi cuts him off.

"There's a rule we follow by strictly in this parlor, and it's whatever tattoo a customer chooses they want, we have to tattoo it on them no matter if we don't want them to have it. So basically what I'm trying to say is the brat has to suck it up and get over the fact you're going to have this tattooed onto you." Yoongi says jabbing Jungkook in the rib making him hiss out in pain.

"And also since he's the designer of that very tattoo he has to tattoo it onto you." Taehyung adds quickly before running off.

"What?! Since when as this a rule?! You do it or Jimin! There is no way I'm tattooing her."

"Her, has a name dickhead." You snap.

"Oh I'm sorry your highness, did I upset you?"

"Enough! Okay seriously I'm getting bored of hearing this go on from the back, Jungkook just fucking tattoo her and she'll be on her way! Stop acting like a child, you're better than this!" A new voice echoed through the room. Everyone silenced when the authority laced the words. This guy was the boss. You could just tell. Jungkook bows his head and nods

"Sorry Namjoon Hyung..." Jungkook mumble before grabbing the tattoo design off the table and looks at you and says,

"You coming or what?"

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"So why did you decide to get a tattoo at 10pm?"

"Why do you care?"

Jungkook sighs and looks up from where he was drawing out the design frowning at you as Taehyung chuckled from the chair beside you.

"Come on, I'm just trying to have an actual conversation with you before we go back to being at each other's throats," Jungkook says.

"Kinky." Taehyung snickers from beside you before throwing his hands up in surrender when he noticed both you and Jungkook glaring at him.

"Tae hyung, why are you even in here?" Jungkook asks in irritation.

"Hurtful, but I'm here cause I told Miss Y/N here that I'd watch her get tatted and I'm here on Namjoon hyung's order. The reason because he wants to make sure you both don't kill each other whilst being left in a room alone together." Taehyung says chuckling.

"Anyway, I want to get it done to piss my father off. We don't exactly get on."

"I know the feeling..." He says quietly making you frown when you notice the sadness in his voice.

"What was that?"

"Oh! Nothing! Doesn't matter, anyway I'm finished drawing it up what do you think?" Jungkook says holding it up. You loved it even more. You nod satisfied and then you realise. You didn't know where you wanted it to be tattooed onto you.

"Get it on your thigh." Jungkook says like he read your mind. You nod slowly and then you realise, he's gonna see you in your underwear now. You weren't exactly wearing the appropriate underwear for this occasion. Jungkook stares at you and says laughing,

"I need you to take your left leg out your pants you know? Kind of can't tattoo you with them on,"

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod stiffly before unbuttoning your pants and pulling your left leg out the pants and you see Jungkook and Taehyung stiffen when they notice your underwear.

A red thong...

"Oh wow...," Taehyung says absentmindedly blinking a few times before tearing his eyes away from you and looking at the four walls that surrounded you. Jungkook clears his throat and shakily asks you,

"C-Can you lay on your right side."

You nod awkwardly and lie on your right side on the parlor bed as Jungkook places the design on your leg before peeling it away leaving the pen residue on your thigh. This was really happening. You see Jungkook getting the tattoo gun ready and suddenly your nerves set in.

"Nervous sweetheart?" Jungkook smirks. You stick your middle finger up at him and sigh.

"A little, first tattoo and all, does it hurt?" You ask and Taehyung shrugs.

"Feels like a cat scratch." He says making you feel a bit better. You could handle pain but the nerves make you think differ. The buzzing of the tattoo gun snaps you and your daze and you notice Jungkook close to penetrating your skin with the gun. He looks up at you and says,

"You ready?"

You breathe in and nod looking away not wanting to see the skin of your thigh be stabbed a thousand times. You suddenly feel a stinging pain in your leg but it was manageable but you couldn't yelp out to Taehyung,

"This does not feel like a scratch, feels more like I'm stung by a wasp over and over but it's bearable."

Taehyung nods in agreement. "I know, I just wanted to make you feel better about it."

"Shh, I'm concentrating," Jungkook says not taking his eyes off your leg as he inked it. You guys sat in silence for a good 3 hours and Jungkook was almost finished but a guy with silver hair bounces into the room scaring you all.

"Jimin hyung for fuck sakes, Jungkook is tattooing here!" Taehyung yelps holding his hand to his chest.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you guys. I would have knocked if I knew. You didn't fuck up did you Jk?" The Jimin guy asks concerned.

"No, I didn't you're lucky I have a steady hand."

Jimin hums and turns to you and smiles, his eyes disappearing. That's fucking adorable, but it did not match the way he looked. A blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his many tattoos, tucked into black ripped jeans. An airplane tattoo decorating his face with a nose ring. His plump lips a rouge colour but was free of a lip ring but you could tell he had one from the little hole below his bottom lip. You could also see a tongue piercing decorating his tongue. Huh twinnies you thought as you messed with the hidden piercing in your mouth.

"I'm Park Jimin nice to meet you." He says.

"Kang Y/N, vice versa." You say.

He comes and sits next to Taehyung and his eyes widen when he notices the tattoo that was getting tattooed onto you. "Is that-"

"Don't say another word." Jungkook snaps still not taking his eyes off the artwork decorating your leg.

"Mouth is shut, not questioning it I promise," Jimin says quickly. Junkook sighs and wipes the final ink off your leg and turns off the gun.

"And finished."

You sigh in relief as Jungkook begins to clean it from any ink that was not tattooed onto your leg and to disinfect it. He looks at you and smirks mischievously and says,

"Go look in the mirror." He says amusement evident in his voice. You did not trust that tone.

You hop off the parlor bed and walk over to the mirror smiling happily but it's wiped off your face when you notice small italic writing next to it. He fucking didn't...

"JUNGKOOK WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" You yell at the top of your voice scaring Jimin and Taehyung. You spin around quickly to see Jungkook smirking with his arms crossed. Jimin and Taehyung lean closer to get a look and their eyes widen when they notice the writing.

"Oh, shit..." Jimin whispers out.

"Since you took away the one tattoo I didn't want anyone to have, I decided to add my own touch to it." He says staring at the ink on your skin.

'Property of Jeon Jungkook'

"You belong to me now dollface."

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rukafais · 5 years

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by any other name

The Nightmare King’s vessel is never the same person twice. Neither is he.

Even still, across countless lives and countless lifetimes, they fall in love with each other, over and over.

[ao3 mirror]

The quotes used are from 25 Lives by tongari. It’s also the inspiration for this work.

“Even though each time, I know I’ll see you again, I always wonder is this the last time? Is that really you?

And what if you’re already perfectly happy without me?”

The first time they meet, Grimm is flame-bright and reckless and not yet ancient. The scarlet of his eyes is so striking that Euryale finds himself attempting to recapture it as he weaves, and finds himself distracted by it when he is not.

He prides himself on his work, and spends countless sleepless nights ensuring every detail is perfect. The gauze drifts like smoke, settles on Grimm’s shoulders like a breeze given form. He paces the room, testing every movement, and it flows through the air like ethereal wings.

“Marvellous,” he says, and smiles at him. “It’s truly a work of art. You’ve outdone yourself, my friend.”

Euryale adjusts the wrap and tries not to let his fingers shake, and the modesty he’s cursed with makes him mumble that Grimm flatters him with his compliments and honors him with his patronage. He doesn’t meet his eyes, not sure what he’ll find in them.

“I could use your talents,” Grimm says, with a smile and a laugh. “My musicians are wonderful, but they’re rather drab at times. And, of course, I would greatly enjoy wearing what you make.”

Euryale never quite manages to say anything, in all their years together. But he thinks, or maybe he hopes, that by the way his master looks at him, by the way his hands linger, that maybe that silence was mutual.

And oh, he understands just why it is, when the time comes for him to burn.

He leaves the troupe’s service after his master’s death. He lives out the rest of his days as a tailor in a quiet village, remembering nothing, and is haunted only occasionally by dreams of scarlet fire.

In this life, Grimm is a storyteller, a traveller. His words are fiery, and he paces before the fire and makes the flames dance to his tales.

His eyes are as bright as ever, but cast into shadow by the hood that hides his face, and the scars that he admits are painful only when Ina calls attention to it.

“Does nobody else live here?” he says, and Ina meets his eyes and sees a kind of pity and looks away. He doesn’t want to be pitied. He’d say he wanted to be left alone, but he has his wish, and it’s brought him no comfort.

“We dwindled. There was a disaster,” he says at last, short and clipped. He isn’t one for words. It will be a habit that persists. “I lit the lantern myself.”

The pilgrimage, if it can be called that, takes weeks. Ina guides him through the ruins of a silent world, and watches Grimm coax the coals of a dead land to come to him. The restless ghosts he sees in every corner, clutching at his wings and dragging behind him in tangles like a spiderwebbed cloak, begin to disappear.

They sit by the fire every night and tell stories. Ina even laughs, once or twice, and it feels like a betrayal, but his heart is less heavy for it. Grimm says nothing at that laughter, those smiles that dwindle as quickly as they appeared, but his eyes are gentle. He listens to the other bug’s stories with rapt fascination, and Ina drinks up Grimm’s tales in return.

Ina doesn’t hope. It’s not for him. But he savours the softness anyway, and resigns himself to temporary warmth, because he knows that their time together is ultimately short. He understands the nature of the Troupe, and why he called them, and why they are here.

Once Grimm finishes his journey here, he will leave, and Ina - wordless, slow, always too quiet and too clumsy - will be left alone once again, without even the dead for company.

“Come with me,” Grimm offers, the night the Troupe departs. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

“I have nothing to give.”

“For the pleasure of your company, then.”

Ina glances at him, startled, and finds not pity there but an unspoken loneliness. He realises that he, too, came here with his kin, but with nobody else. No other living bugs.

In time, the Troupe recruits more members. But Ina was the first, and he cares for all the ones who come after, young and old, scared and tired and seeking an escape from the prisons of their lives.

The relationship between him and Grimm, the closeness that burns in both of them, is defined in sparse words and silent actions, moments of privacy stolen in between performances and destinations.

(Knowing that he loves and is loved in turn, and that all joy and all colour wasn’t stolen from him when his world ended and he survived against all odds - is enough.)

His master burns, as Ina knew he would.

He leaves the troupe, knowing those he cared for will be safe. He wanders for the rest of his days, telling stories when the mood takes him, and feels completely at peace.

In this life, Grimm has no voice and prefers to dance instead, to perform death-defying feats that capture the crowd. In place of wings, he sends himself up in the air, and Pyralis, who has volunteered to assist with setting up a show, watches him soar in the night sky and is immediately smitten.

But he is still clumsy, still awkward, so his first romantic gestures never quite go the way he wants them to. Grimm seems charmed, regardless, by his efforts. Pyralis might have been more discouraged, but then he sees the way Grimm responds to other would-be suitors by firmly turning them down, and feels a little better.

He puts aside his thoughts of romance and strives for understanding instead. When Grimm asks him, silently, if he would like to join them - warning him of what he’ll lose, if he does - he gives it due thought and consideration.

Of course, he says back, without speaking, clumsy in his gestures but still clear, and Grimm - normally serious, and quiet, and thoughtful - smiles in a way that seems to illuminate the room and sparks something in his heart.

He becomes his master’s preferred partner in the many performances they do together; becoming his wings in acts when he feels he needs them, and simply his equal when he does not. Pyralis loves the times when Grimm soars by himself; he makes such things look effortless, like he can master the air through grace alone. Nobody can match him there.

The first time they kiss, it’s a surprise, and Grimm laughs without noise at the look on his face. The second time, it’s Pyralis who steals one, and savours his master’s shock.

There are plenty of opportunities for kisses, for affection, for enjoying each other’s company, in the long years to come. He is content to relax, and soothe his master’s worries, and to be by his side.

Do you love me because you want to? Grimm’s hands are slow, and a little shaky, even though he is fluent. He gets like this more and more often as the years go by, as what they both know to be the end comes near.

Of course, he replies, and presses his forehead to his master’s, and closes his eyes.

In this life, he sends the Troupe away before the Ritual is done, and burns mask and memory in the fire. It consumes everything but the memory of a love he once had, and he lives out the rest of his days in a quiet, dry land.

He talks very little about the emptiness he feels in his heart, the soft and indistinct dreams of someone holding him close. He takes the memories, if they can truly be called memories, to his grave.

He meets him, again and again and again. No matter who he is, what he looks like - the scarlet eyes, the clever hands, the distinct, sharp smile, all of those remain. It’s impossible to mistake him.

(He meets him, over and over. He looks for him, that half-remembered spark; he is so hard to find. Always quiet and soft-spoken, finding it easier to act than to speak, finding it easier to hold his tongue than to say anything. But when he finds him again, it’s always a relief.)

Sometimes, he never joins the Troupe, and their encounter in that lifetime is brief. Sometimes, he is among the dead and they never meet at all; sometimes, time passes differently and cruelly enough that he simply doesn’t exist.

(Those lives are the ones Grimm hates the most. It feels like part of him is missing.)

Occasionally, their meetings are cut short, are painful in other ways. Sometimes he is dying and it cannot be fixed - from sickness, from injury. Or he is wounded, in the Troupe’s service, and he cannot be saved.

Sometimes he can’t bear the thought of leaving Grimm to his fate, and he breaks the Ritual, and passes out of his master’s life. He burns his heart for kindling in Grimm’s place, and buys him just a little more time.

(Grimm can never fault him, would never fault him, for those times. It is selfish and selfless all at once; wanting his master to live, not wanting to watch him die. He understands. Every incarnation of him understands.)

“Do you regret it?” Grimm asks. His voice is vulnerable and sad, so unlike his usual confidence. “Being in love with me.”

(It is a question asked countless times, across countless lives.)

Brumm is the one who laughs, for once, though it, too, is vulnerable and sad.

“Never,” he says, and leans in to kiss him. “How could I?”

(The answer, when it comes, is always the same.)

“Ah, but I don’t blame you; I’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. It’s only fair that I should be the one to chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes until I find the one where you’ll return to me.”

A/N: Euryale's name is derived from Hyalophora euryalus, the ceanothus silkmoth. Ina's name is derived from the white witch moth's scientific name, Thysania agrippina. Pyralis is taken from the scientific name for the common eastern/big dipper firefly, Photinus pyralis.

Thanks for reading!

#togetherslapping words #grimm #brumm #grumm #reincarnation AUs are fun #i dont think this is what actually happens so it gets the AU tag but yeah

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nctastrology-blog · 6 years

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nct in love!

their ideal type/ traits they find attractive in a partner.

birth chart reading/interpretation.

part one | part two.

+taeil, cancer venus + taurus mars.

wowowow taeil is a softie but you already know that

he definitely looks out for a gentle, caring s/o, someone able to make him feel special and loved always

someone with a simple yet sensual aura yas

a **very** patient person who’s down to commit

someone delicate and very empathetic

that person who you want to protect at all costs bc they’re so precious :’( and also who enjoys being touched because this boy is CLINGY

someone who’s willing to apologize even if they’re not wrong :) hah

taeil would be attracted to a traditional kind of beauty and definitely want a stable and secure partner

would prob be into younger ppl :D

a cheesy partner who writes him love notes and cooks for him aw

+johnny, capricorn venus + leo mars.

someone who shares similar thoughts/interests with him

a person who has good taste and knows how to cook lmao

wants to provide everything for the one he loves, johnny wants the traditional type of love

someone mature and respectful, not really into pda

but also really fun, someone who’d send him wholesome memes just to make him feel special!!

he seeks for a relaxing relationship with someone he can learn a lot from

a person who gives him lots of attention!! but don’t think he’ll beg for it tho... you should just know

a submissive person eheh let’s discuss this later

his s/o would be someone confident, playful and a lil’ bit protective of him :D those would be his favorite traits on them, imo!!

attracted to powerful, extravagant ppl ;)

+taeyong, gemini venus + virgo mars.

wow!!!!! taeyong.... definitely wants someone talkative and smart, someone who’d he feel comfortable enough to open up to

an interesting person who keeps feeding him with a lot of information :D he’d love to learn a lot from his s/o

someone who’s not possessive pls this boi needs to breathe

taeyong would really appreciate if his partner is attentive to details!! especially small things he’d say, like what his favorite scent is or what’s his favorite album.... a softie :’)

wants someone natural and simple

and clean but you already know that lmao

someone approachable and with quirky charms, a CUTIE

warning!! he can be a little critical and blunt from time to time, but he’s got really good intentions and just want you/your relationship to improve. so a logical partner who doesn’t get offended easily is really important alright

a person who’s able to live up to his high standards heheh

just someone wise in general, an intellectual lol

+yuta, scorpio venus + sagittarius mars.

ok so yuta wants devotion. a person who’s appreciative of his love and cherishes him because he deserves it alright??? show yuta some love

someone who doesn’t mind pda and a lot of physical contact BUT is not cheesy ok!! idk yuta is complicated

someone a lil’ ~mysterious~ at first who’ll give him a hard time :D yuta loves the chase really

a person who makes time for him pls he’s a baby

honestly, he’d love to have a lot of experiences and good times with his partner, so it’d be really meaningful to him if his s/o is someone bubbly and cheerful :D

a patient, calm s/o; yuta can have a few trust issues so it’s important that his partner is constantly comforting him and does not feel bothered by this

someone interesting who’s able to keep up a nice conversation that’s me!! i’m what you look for yuta pls

an adventure seeker who pushes him out of his comfort zone

his s/o would be someone he’d share a lot of secrets/stories with!! the type of couple who knows how the other is feeling just from looking at them. #deep

prob into foreign languages/partners/cultures/winwin etc yes!!! loves learning new stuff

+kun, aquarius venus + capricorn mars.

oh wow haha... kun!!

ok so being original and unique is very attractive to kun

someone who keeps him interested

a friendly person who makes him really happy and comfortable

chatty, open-minded ppl who he can have long conversations with :D

someone as stable as him, a discreet person who cares for him in secret that’s so totally me can we just get married or

just... mutual admiration!! he wants someone who inspires him and he also wants to feel like someone inspiring to his s/o

a person who makes him playlists and have unique hobbies like owning an astrology blog haha ugh i love kun

he wants someone who understand how goal-oriented and dedicated he is

someone good and positive, who reassures him whenever he gets insecure :((( kun is a prince ugh

+doyoung, pisces venus + aquarius mars.

someone who worries and looks after him!!

feels really attracted to flirty, dreamy ppl like jungwoo shh who are able to express themselves very freely

a cute, innocent (lmaoooo) person

probably someone who has artsy hobbies like painting or writing

a partner who fascinates him, someone who feels ethereal

wants someone who doesn’t go out a lot;; stay-in dates are probably the only dates they’ll have together lmao

would always want to be useful for his partner!! it would be very important to him if his s/o admires this and did the same every now and then

honestly would be really attracted to wise, thoughtful ppl

someone exciting and unique

a person who can read him well and fill him with a lot of care of joy uwu

+ten, aries venus + pisces mars.

ten would be really attracted to ppl who tease him

like, daring ppl(?)... you know what i mean!!

someone who’s able to keep his restless mind focused and interested

a strong, athletic partner. prob into sports or working out

a bold, charismatic person with a lot of presence

someone who doesn’t mind pda and being flaunted 24/7 wow i love clingy nct

someone who excites and challenges him

although he’s really attracted to the chase, it’d be important that his partner understands his mood swings. one day he’d be all over them and the other not even call.... yep

ten is very blunt about his feelings but would also be very.... confused about them lmao. so a partner who doesn’t get intimidated by that is necessary

someone artistic and compassionate who can take the lead

+jaehyun, aquarius venus in the 12th house + libra mars in the 7th house.

oooo i’ve been waiting for this!!!

ok so jaehyun really admires people who have a lot of dreams and hopes, you know? like, someone who’s always passionate about something and expresses it ugh he just loves this

a romanticist ok!! don’t get fooled by his aqua venus

wants someone who teaches him new things and is just very different from everyone else

a friendly person who’s very calm and understanding

someone who goes with the flow and is very selfless pls

um... a person who doesn’t mind if they’re officially commited or not. someone who sees jaehyun as a friend

chatty and easygoing, also a lil’ flirty bc that’d be interesting :D

attracted to good manners and formality wow jaehyun you’re such a prince

someone as good with words as he is heh;)

he wants a muse- or be a muse. he’d be even happier if both happened at the same time too lmao

+winwin, sagittarius venus + sagittarius mars.

i’ll start out by saying that winwin would be really attracted to ppl from different countries/cultures who speak different languages ahem yuta

someone who gives him a lot of space!! not yuta

an exciting, unpredictable person who keeps him happy and entertained!!

a very creative, versatile partner :D

spontaneous, the type of person who’d get him out of his comfort zone

someone who does not pressure him, he wants his partner to respect his choices even if they are not the right ones but also advises him

a wise person who’s able to impress him with their thoughts

winwin would want someone who’s not too attached to routines and is always open to new experiences :-)

someone with a nice sense of humor it’s //really// attractive bye

a partner with very casual, laid-back style :D

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eternityunicorn · 5 years

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Elijah’s Eternity: New Orleans Part Twenty Four - Finale

Author: eternityunicorn

Genre: Romance/Drama/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Warnings: Violance, Mentions of Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: Sequel to the AU Elijah’s Eternity - Ten years have passed, a mournful Elijah has finally started to move on without his lady. In that time, he has gained a reunited family and has also found a new lady love. Yet, all is not well as danger comes for the smallest member of the Mikaelson family: Hope, and it prompts Niklaus to call upon the white goddess, drawing her back into Elijah’s life. As they reunite, can Elijah really say he’s truly moved on?

NOTE: OC and original elements are from my up and coming novel series!

AUTHOR’S COMMENTARY: This is it! This is the final chapter for Elijah’s Eternity: New Orleans! Thank you so much for reading, both present readers and future ones! I appreciate your readership. Look for to the next installment: Elijah’s Eternity: Cosmic Reset coming soon!

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Three years passed by quickly.

Even after all that time since their wedding, Elijah continued to find himself in marital bliss with Eternity by his side. Not that it would be anything less. Thinking back to his ten years of misery, he would have never thought himself capable of such bliss ever again. To go from that dark, empty place to this one of the purest light was a blessing unto him, a change of fate that he didn’t know what he did to deserve.

After they had returned to New Orleans, every day had been filled with love and joy between he and his bride. Knowing that they were going to be together forever gave the married couple a high like no other. This pleasure was only increased by the fact that they could now have a family. He could have children with the woman he loved, thanks to the ritual Eternity had performed the night of their wedding.

The higher order ritual had been a quick affair, just a bit of blood from each Mikealson mixed with Eternity’s which was then consumed by Elijah and his siblings. It turned out that her blood was the agent that changed the dark magic of which created the Originals so that they were not only stronger, faster, more impervious, but so that they could have families of their own if they so chose. The ethereal woman’s blood also changed the genetic makeup of the non-immortals of his family to make them stronger, more invulnerable - not quite immortal, but certainly longer lived.

Training commenced for all of them by the well equipped superhuman soldiers from the Underground Agency, except for Elijah whom was taught how to use and control his stronger abilities by his beautiful wife. It had been tough at first, especially with the intense martial arts training where they sparred,but not because he had trouble mastering his newfound powers. No, it was their mutual intense attraction to his bride that made things difficult.

Sometimes he would end up pinning Eternity to the floor or she would pin him and they would end up forgetting that they were training completely, giving into their carnal needs. It actually grew out of control for a while on both their parts in these sensual distractions.

So, a rewards system was devised by his lady to give Elijah motivation to maintain control of his desires for Eternity while they were in teacher-student mode. If he managed to achieve whatever training goals she set for the day, then she’d reward him with her body. It worked wonderfully, especially whenever his wife reminded him of the fact that they could conceive. Not that he could forget.

Speaking of conceiving, Elijah had hoped that they would do so quickly after marrying as he wanted a child with Eternity more than anything. However, three years into their marriage and Eternity had yet to fall pregnant. He was disappointed that it was taking so long, but also understood that these things did take time, and he did enjoy the endless attempts at conception with his bride. So he tried to be patient, knowing that his wishes would be granted eventually.

In the meantime, to combat his baby fever, he took enjoyment of helping out his sister Rebekah, whom had conceived her first child, little Elle, with Marcel quickly, after Eternity had performed the higher order ritual. And then there was Hope as well, of whom he loved to spend time with. He was certainly an attentive uncle, practice for when he finally became a father himself.

Then one day, Elijah returned to the loft in Algiers, where he had made his home with his lady, having come from the Mikaelson compound after taking the ten year old Hope out to ice cream, and found Eternity waiting for him at the top of the entryway stairs. She was absolutely glowing and had a mysterious smile stretched across her pink rose lips,as she watched him ascend the steps toward her.

“Welcome back, my love,” she grinned widely, as if she were excited about something or other.

Curious, he approached her quickly, coming to stand before her on the last stair. He had his hopes, of course, as to the meaning behind her strange behavior, but didn’t want to jump on the bandwagon, in case it was something else that had her excited.

“Good afternoon, Sweetheart,” Elijah greeted her with a smile. “To what do I owe this front door greeting?”

Eternity reached out and cupped the sides of his face lovingly, before bending forward to kiss him briefly.

Elijah could hear her quickened heart beat and her hands were trembling slightly too as they held his face. These observations made the Original even more curious as to what was going on. His hopes lifting higher.

He quickly found out the big mystery as his wife pulled away and beamed at him, “Elijah, a most wonderful thing has happened,” she said as she took one of his hands and put it against her abdomen.

Elijah looked at his hand and immediately realized what she meant. His wishes had been granted! His gaze lifted to hers again with a wide eyed look of realization. He tried to speak, but found himself temporarily speechless.

“We are going to have a baby,” Eternity told him joyously, knowing he’d be excited by the news.

As if suddenly brought to life, he instantaneously had his wife swept up into his arms and spun her around the room in happiness, while he laughed in a way that he didn’t think he ever had. Then he set the giggling woman down on her feet and kissed her all over her face, lastly upon her lips.

Finally, he thought. At last, he was going to be a father!

“I love you so much,” he whispered emotionally against Eternity’s lips, before pulling back to gaze into her eyes. “You have brought such light into my dark existence and that of my family. You’ve given us, in part, a new lease on life. I never thought that I would have a wife or be a father, but here I am, both. Even Niklaus had found new purpose, a better one, thanks to you.”

“Aye, it does seem like I have a new ally in your brother,” replied Eternity. “Ever since his stay with the agents of the Underground, he has become something of an enemy turned hero. He has found a new purpose as a one of them in these recent years, going on missions with his new, stronger abilities, to aid them. Quite the change.”

Elijah nodded, grasping the sides of her face tenderly between his hands, “Everything is different now, for the better, and I hope that none of us ever return to the darkness of before.”

“I hope for the same. I’ve grown fond of the Mikaelson clan,” she smiled. “I look forward to our child having a close knit family of aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews, in an environment that isn’t completely dysfunctional.”

“As do I, but more so, I cannot wait to raise this child and any others we might have, together,” he beamed. “Raising a family with you is a joy I never thought I’d have, but one I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I love you. God, I love you!”

He kissed her again. This time, it was more passionately. The joyous moment carried him away as he lifted Eternity into his arms again and carried her to the bed, where he promptly proceeded to make love to her in celebration.

Three months after receiving that wonderful news and Elijah was a doting father-to-be in caring for his pregnant wife and checking the condition of their unborn child. He was always touching her rounded belly, feeling the baby move around inside with such pride. He made sure Eternity wanted for nothing, doing everything in his power to ensure she was well cared for in her delicate condition. This was especially true when it came to her food intake.

After he had caught her trying to eat a half gallon tub of ice cream for breakfast one day, of which he had swiftly stopped Eternity from doing, he had made it his mission to make sure she ate nutritiously. He cooked for her all the time, making her favorite meals, or if she was having a particular craving, he’d make her that.

Eternity seemed to appreciate his efforts to look after her, finding it attractive instead of annoying. It actually made her rather amorous and he often found himself at the mercy of an incredibly turned on pregnant immortal as a result. He swore she was going to kill him with how often she sought his attentions, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. He gave her all the intimacy she craved and then some.

Yes, Elijah had been living in complete bliss, but then as all happy moments seemed to, things took a turn.

It had begun when one afternoon, he received a visit from a new apparition while he was out in the Quarter, getting a special treat for Eternity. This came after not receiving such strange visitations since right before his marriage to his lady. Because of a lack of occurrences, he had forgotten about the odd happenings in his blissful new life.

This new apparition has appeared in the form of Katherine Pierce aka Katerina Petrova, one of his ancient loves. He had heard years ago of her death and had grieved for her momentarily, but it had been overshadowed by his adventures with Niklaus in New Orleans and he never mourner properly as a result.

When she appeared, it had been beside him while he was doing business with a street vendor. “Hello, Elijah,” Katherine had greeted him with a cool, unpleasant smile.

Surprised, he had turned to stare at her, before he relaxed and returned her unfriendly smile with one of his own. “Why, if it isn’t Katherine Pierce. Come to warn me of the word your new ally are going to unleash upon me?” He mockingly said. “Seems like your new boss is all talk and no action, as they say.”

“Oh, the woes and misery promised are still coming, Elijah,” she responded cheerily, “but it’s just that there’s been a change of plans. I am actually here to warn you that my ‘ally’ as you call him is actually coming back from the dead and I am coming with him. Once we do, the real fun shall begin as we take great enjoyment in tearing down everything that you have built for yourself and for your family. Enjoy your happy new life now, because soon it will be turned to ash.”

Before Elijah could even respond to Katherine’s threat, she vanished with her cruel laugh echoing on the wind.

He did his best not to let it bother him, but he remained vigilant in the days that passed afterward, ready for whatever might come. He made sure his family and Eternity were ready as well, knowing that the threat was upon all of them.

Then halfway through the fourth month of his wife’s pregnancy, a different foe decided to come crawling out of the shadows to make a move against them finally. The fiendish Bruno had come to collect on the prize he sought, after being quiet for years.

It had happened when the madman showed up at the Mikaelson compound out of nowhere, without warning, which prompted Rebekah to call Elijah and tell him to get over there. He had been at home with Eternity and once his wife had learned of what was going on, she insisted on going, despite his protests to keep her safe at the loft.

“You need to trust that I will keep the baby safe,” his wife told him. “I won’t let anything terrible happen to either of us. I promise!”

Though he retained his reservations, Elijah relented and together, they went to the compound to face their foe.

By the time they arrived, Eternity’s mad brother had Hope in his grasp and the Mikaelson clan stood around him, held at bay by the threat he posed to the child. They already looked as if they had gone into battle with the insane immortal. Each member of Elijah’s family were battered, so they probably attempted to use their new abilities to defeat Bruno, but found he was still too much for them to handle, yet still managed to hold their own with their greater strengths.

Eternity took the lead immediately as the queen she was, stepping into the proverbial ring with her older brother. “Let the child go, Bruno,” she beckoned him with authority. “If you do not, then I’ll have no choice but to end you. Stand down and perhaps we can seek a better solution instead of this...nonsense.”

Bruno grinned manically as Hope struggled in his grasp and looking pleadingly at Eternity. Then without a word, the bastard began to drain the young girl of her powers. The red headed child began to glow bright blue and she screamed in agony as he did.

“He’s going to kill her!” Hayley shrieked from the sidelines,being held back by an equally panicked Niklaus.

Elijah watched worriedly, knowing that his wife would never allow that, but was deeply concern with what she planned on doing. She had said that she’d protect their unborn child and herself, but he didn’t understand just how she was going to do that without taking up her sword.

It was then that the answer came as he watched her shift forms, becoming the Universal Queen.

In blinding white light did this rarely seen version of his lady appear. Eternity shone brilliantly in her white gown and sparkling diamonds and amethysts. Her white starburst birthmark centered upon her forehead glowed as her unicorn horn did and hummed the same as well. The sight was familiar to him, but he remained wary, especially faced with this rare sight.

It was then that Elijah noticed a difference that he hadn’t seen the last time he had witnessed the Universal Queen. Queen Eternity held her hands as if she were holding a medium sized ball, but between them hovered a glowing starburst shaped object that Elijah concluded was the mysterious Unicorn Crystal, the greatest power source in two universes.

He also recalled what it could do to Eternity, if she used it.

Elijah was alarmed. She couldn’t!

As he panicked, his wife looked back at him and sent a telepathic message to him. Her words echoed through his mind, saying, “Elijah, listen carefully. I have to use the power of the crystal to defeat Bruno. I have no other choice. I can not erase him from our lives as I had the Hollow, for he is a different breed of monster, not so easily subdued. However with a bit of the crystal’s might, I can do so.

“This means that you’re going to have to look after us, the baby and myself. I’m not going to remember anything for a while. Therefore, it is up to you to be our guardian; to love and protect us with everything you have. Never forget that I love you, no matter what, always and forever. See you soon, my love.”

It felt more like a goodbye than anything and that had Elijah distraught to no end. Yet, he could do nothing to stop his powerful lady. He could only trust that she knew what she was doing, something he was struggling to do. He didn’t want her to go, didn’t want her to forget him.

As he watched on, the ethereal woman turned back to her opponent.

“I am the Universal Queen, Queen Eternity,” shouted Eternity as a blustery surge of energy kicked up from the power she was wielding. “I sentence you to a fate of nonexistence for the malicious murders you have committed while in this mortal world and the attempted murder committed here today! Be gone, evil one, and never plague this existence ever again!”

The end happened quickly. A large burst of white energy engulfed Bruno, Hope, and Eternity, blocking them from the sight of the Mikaelson clan that held onto their breaths in worry. Panic ensued as none of them knew what was happening, not even Elijah. He could not see or sense their family members lost in consuming energy. They were simply gone.

Hayley could be heard weeping, along with Kol and Freya, as the thought of losing their loved ones started to become a very possible reality for them.

Elijah immediately felt the terror set in that something had gone terribly wrong. He wanted to break down and weep for what he was sure the great loss of his niece, his wife, and his unborn child. However, this only lasted a moment as he began to sense two life forces, One was small, but strong, while the other was weak, yet steady.

The blinding light vanished suddenly, revealing an unharmed Hope and Eternity reverted to her non-queenly self. There wasn’t any sign of Bruno and Elijah concluded that he had been obliterated by the formidable power of his lady, much in the same way the Hollow had been upon the pale beauty’s return to his life.

Except that this was different from then, he soon discovered.

As he rushed over to Eternity, to ensure that she was alright, while the others tended to Hope, he immediately realized that something wasn’t right. She stared at him with uncertainty, almost as if she didn’t recognize him as he neared. She shied away as Elijah reached to touch her and bowed her head defensively as if she had her horn to warn him off with. Immediately did he back off, unsure of what to do.

“Who are you?” Eternity demanded, looking around her wildly. “Who am I? Where?”

It was then that he recognized what was going on. Eternity had entered a reboot, as she had once called it, from using the Unicorn Crystal. However, what didn’t make sense to him was why she hadn’t reverted to her basest self - the unicorn? She had told him that if she used too much of the crystal’s power, she returned to her unicorn roots and forgot herself completely. It seemed the latter had taken hold, but not the former. Elijah didn’t know what that meant, but he did know he needed to help her.

“It’s alright,” he told her gently. “You don’t need fear me or anyone here. We’re family.”

Eternity gazed curiously at him, still wildly uncertain of anything. One of her hands reached to touch her forehead in confusion as she tried to figure out what was happening, while the other grazed her round pregnant belly. Her eyes widened in surprise and then horror as they fell upon the protrusion, then up at him.

“What sorcery is this?” She said trembling, panic taking hold. “What is going on? What has happened to me?

Sighing deeply, Elijah carefully approached her, placing a hand over hers that instinctively cradled her rounded belly. “I’m your husband, Elijah,” he cooed to her, smiling softly, “and you are my wife, Eternity. We’re going to have a baby together soon, you and I.”

His lady shrank back, shaking her head as if she didn’t believe him as she backed away.

It stung for her to do so, but Elijah was patient and understanding, knowing that she was suffering a crisis. Yet, he began to panic as instinct screamed at him that Eternity was about to run. It was obvious in the taunt way age held herself. It was clear in her wide, frightened eyes. Like before when she had used the crystal, he felt helpless to stop her, even with his upgrades in power and speed.

Then before Elijah could even get the words out to appeal to her, to keep her there, she vanished without a trace.

“Eternity!”

His desperate voice reverberated, but was met with silence.

Eternity was gone....

The End

***See you in the sequel, Elijah’s Eternity: Cosmic Reset coming soon! Again, thanks for reading!

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nctverse · 6 years

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♥*♡+:｡.｡soft bias tag ｡.｡:+♡*♥

i was tagged by @wlwjisung i love her

most of mu mutuals have already been tagged but ill tag @flossytae and @angierosalic

i'm really sorry for not putting any writing out today but i promise boyfriend!jisung is coming tomorrow!!

1. who is your bias?

okay so i was debating hella hard on who to do bc biases are so ughhhh in nct bc how do you choose one smh.. but ill do ten and haechan. they're my main boys hhh

2. what made you notice them?

Ten; his facial features that he makes when he dances. hes very expressive and he looks like he throughly enjoys what he is doing bc he is fully immersed in the routine.he captivates me every time. also he looks so light on his feet and its just effortlessly beautiful.

Haechan; his voice, i heard him singing and since im a singer too i started to harmonize with him and i realized that our voices sound good together (some voices just dont mix well with eachother but i felt like ours sounded really nice together) ive noticed this with other nct members as well, he has a really flexible voice. also he's a really good dancer

3. what’s your favorite thing about them?

Ten; his personality. hes very outgoing and goofy. he reminds me tmyself in the way he interacts with other people.

Haechan ; he's very funny and outgoing, i love his interactions with people bc he's the kinda friend i gravitate towards since i'm more introverted

4. who would initiate skinship more?

Ten; honestly i'm not sure sjsjssh we are both pretty equally as touchy but maybe me LMAO im really affectionate and i love cuddling and hugging so yea i think maybe me.

Haechan; both of us pretty equally bc he's also vvv clingy and cuddly and i'm just as bad sjsjd

5. who would hog the blankets more?

Ten; he seems like a blanket hogger tbh lil shit i never really hog blankets

Haechan; i feel like he'd do it just so your basically forced to cuddle with him to be covered by the blanket

6. who would be more clingy?

Ten; hhhh we are both clingy and whiny sjsjsj i think he would be more shameless about it so ill go with him

haechan; i already mentioned this but both of us bc we both affectionate 🤧

7. who would say I love you first?

i think both ten and haechan would say it before me bc i'm a pussy so i'd wait until they said it first

8. who would be more easily flustered?

me for both again but this time for a different reason , ten is a pretty confident gay guy and although he gets flustered sometimes, it's just not the usual for him but Haechan, i feel like he lives to make other people flustered and i get flustered easily jsdjsj

9. what cuddling position would you two have?

lord why i'm cring-

for both of them i like ether facing eachother, or them with their head on my chest and arms around my waist so i can pet them especially with hyuck bc i feel like he'd like it more

10. what colors remind you of them and why?

Ten; Purple. lmao my whole theme is purple because of him it's a colour that hold a pleasant mystery in my opinion. a colour that is cold but also warm at the same time in a way

Haechan ; Yellow, it's a warm colour that makes you think of the sun him and it's the colour that instantly makes you think of happiness

11. which season would you like to spend with them?

both- winter/autumn bc i like the cold and wearing hoodies and stuff like that

but with hyuck i feel like the summer would be extra cool bc he's a really fun boy

12. who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

i would both bake and steal

but for real i think i'd bake and we'd both steal lmsododnd

with hyuck tho he'd do more stealing lil shitface i love him

13. which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

with ten it's equally as bad pun making jsjdj

with haechan it's me making bad puns and him roasting me for it

14. who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats

both of us bc ANIMALS

15. which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen trying to microwave a poptart and who would come to the rescue?

i feel like they are both awful in the kitchen and i'm a major cooker so i'd be saving them all the time

16. who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back?

ten- he'd probably pull me back or just push me off idk

haechan; we'd both be leaning over wHOOPS

17. what would watching a horror film with them be like?

ten; he's a lil baby so he'd be scared and ill get occasionally scared but not that bad

haechan he'd pretend he wasn't scared but he'd be shitting

18. who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

ten is both cheesy and smooth at the same time

haechan is the cheesy flirt that end up making you laugh so did he win or did he win?

19. who is more competitive?

ten; is trump his ass for sure

haechan we are both fiery shit heads so the iTS ON SJDJDJ

20. Who would have to be given constant reminders?

both of them bc they are both cHILDEREN smh

21. who sends memes and who sends cute “i miss you” texts at 3am?

they are both pretty soft so i think they'd both do it, and i would too so it's just a sappy mess :)

#guys im so soft for them #please send help #nct #soft bias tag #nct 127 #nct 2018 #nct fluff #heavenly body #sol #baby sol

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howlingbarnes · 7 years

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Forelsket - Part 2

Characters - Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Word Count - 3407

Warnings - Language

Forelsket - (Norwegian) That overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love with someone

A/N - I’m so excited about this soulmate AU that I basically have been writing it non-stop so far. The feedback from you guys is what keeps me going, tbh. Your boyfriend Bucky or your soulmate Steve, who do you go for?

Forelsket Masterlist

You knew that bringing Steve back to your apartment probably wasn’t the best idea but you didn’t know what else to do. Being seen out in the open on campus wasn’t something that you could risk, which you should’ve considered before you kissed him.

“You’re home early!” You heard Nat call from the couch as you pushed open the door. “Whoa.”

Natasha rose from the couch and strode over to where you stood with Steve. She gave him a once over and quirked a brow at him before turning her probing glare to you. Most of the time, she didn’t have to open her mouth for you know what she really wanted to say, and maybe that was for the best.

“Where’s Wanda?” Your voice held a sense of urgency as if you were being chased.

“She's at a bar with her brother, something about needing her twin or whatever,” Nat answered before grabbing your shoulders forcing you to do what you’d been avoiding since you’d set foot over the threshold: look her in the eye. “Who is this gorgeous man and why does he have soulmate hands on his face?”

Without a word, Steve stepped in front of the mirror that hung by your front door and let out a heavy sigh. He pushed his hand through his dirty blonde hair, disheveling it just enough for your heart to skip a beat. You never understood soulmate connection until just a little over an hour ago but you knew for sure that what you felt for Steve was real and it was something you’d never experienced before. It made you wonder how people could manage to function through everyday life without being attached at the hip. The more you looked at him, the closer you wanted to be.

“I can’t go back to Buck’s looking like this,” Steve mumbled. Though he tried to sound disappointed, the look in his eyes said something else. He seemed almost proud to have the marks on his most noticeable feature.

“You can stay here until it goes away if you want.” The words left your lips before you even had a chance to think about them. Nat shook your shoulders in an attempt to get your eyes off of Steve and back onto her.

“Y/N. What exactly is going on?” She examined your features. Something that Natasha did often was see through the body language of others and she could almost smell the shame on you. “Oh my god, those are your soulmate hands on his face aren’t they?”

Nat freed your shoulders and pulled Steve into an unexpected hug. Her muffled voice went on about how happy she was to finally meet him and glad that you had finally met him. Her congratulations and smiles were short-lived when reality kicked her in the ass.

“Wait, what about Bucky?” She released Steve from her death grip of a hug and turned to you with a questioning look on her face.

Know that if there was anyone in the world that wouldn’t judge you about this, it was Natasha Romanoff, you told her everything. It was the first time you’d been completely real about your relationship with Bucky. You’d spent so much time being defensive about it against soulmate advocates that you never told anyone that your true feelings for him were mediocre at best. You'd always thought the feeling was mutual and that the two of you were together at this point out of convenience up until recently. Bucky was easy to be with and though you both knew that you weren’t soulmates, you never saw the harm in dating each other. You went on to explain to Nat how you found out about Steve and showed her the marks on your hand that were still holding strong.

“So what’s the problem here?” Natasha shrugged, her arms folded across her chest. “You know Bucky’s not your soulmate and that Steve is, and I swear to God if this is about your weird fear, I’m going to kick Wanda’s ass for making this impossible for you!”

You glanced at Steve, who was fixed on you. Even when you weren’t looking, you could just feel his eyes studying each detail of your face. You could feel your heart racing against your ribcage considering that the information that you were about to spill wasn’t something that you were even ready to accept yet.

“Bucky’s in love with me.” You had to admit that saying it out loud made it so much more real. Steve let out a heavy sigh, squeezing his eyes closed with the realization that things were about to get so much more complicated than they already were.

“Well shit, friend, you are quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place.” Natasha’s eyes darted around for a moment before she made her way back to the couch. “I’ve got your back regardless but right now, this is between you two.”

You thanked Nat and made for your room with Steve on your heels. After closing the door, you crashed face-first across your bed while Steve sat at the foot. It took a solid minute for everything to settle in, “reality” wasn’t a vivid word in your vocabulary just yet. Every time you peeked through your lashes at the figure sat on your bed however, things started to click.

“He’s in love with you?” Steve spoke but kept his body facing forward. He didn’t bother to move and neither did you. Deep down, the both of you knew that you’d end up touching each other if you got too close so maybe it was for the best.

“Bucky said he was falling in love with me, yeah.” You knew the words probably stung but it was the truth. There was no reason for you to lie to Steve. Soulmate or not, you were with Bucky first and it wasn’t like you were going to start denying anything now.

“You know this whole situation is fucked, right?” Steve asked, peering over his shoulder at you briefly.

Officially, you’d lost in the battle against your brain. Your hand reached out and landed on Steve’s shoulder and in an instant, you watched all of the tension leave his shoulders. With a slight tug, you pulled him to lean back, your fingers trailing across his chest to his other shoulder as you did. Once you were both comfortably laid, you were able to focus your thoughts for what felt like the first time the whole night.

“This would be more simple if his feelings weren’t so deep.” You paused for a beat, trying to get some clarity through the confusion. “I didn’t even know it was possible to fall in love with someone that’s not your soulmate.” While your mind went to work on what you were going to do, your fingers idly ran up and down Steve’s shoulder, taking your time and being sure to not pass the end of his sleeve and leave marks.

“I don’t think it really is.” Steve’s reply sounded more like a question than anything. “He might be clinging to what's comfortable.” It was clear that the two of you being baffled wasn’t going to fix the situation at hand.

“What do you want to do?”

The way you asked the question made you realize something. You noticed that you hadn’t been talking to Steve like you’d just met him. The air around the two of you, the way you were talking and interacting felt natural and comfortable. There was something a bit incredible about that to you, considering that it was a foreign feeling. You knew nothing of your new found mate. Where he was from, the things he’d been through in his life - hell - you didn’t know his major or even how old he was. All that you knew was that you were explicitly made for one another and there wasn’t a single human in the world that could take your place, just like there was no one that could take his. It was amazing, ethereal even but it also completely scared the shit out of you.

“I’m not sure,” Steve answered, scratching his beard before pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans to avoid touching you. “I’ve been waiting for you way too long to let you go without a fight. I know it sounds selfish, but that’s just how it is.”

“You don’t even know me yet. What if I'm not what you've been expecting?” You whispered into the crook of Steve’s neck, being sure to let his scent take over your senses while you were there.

“But I want to. You’re my soulmate, Y/N and I know the fact that we both still have these marks on our hands means as much to you as it does to me.” The passion in Steve’s voice didn’t go unnoticed in the least.

You’d been eyeing the marks from the moment Sam pointed them out. Even though you knew they would fade eventually, it felt like they were a part of you now. It was almost hard to consider, but it felt as thought you’d taken a piece of each other that would forever live on in that singular spot.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” You admitted with a sigh. “I think I’m just gonna tell him and see how he handles it.”

“If that’s what you want to do, I’ll support it just be sure to tell him that it was unexpected.” Steve shrugged before moving to stand up. “I need to get going, classes tomorrow.” He moved from your arms just less than ten seconds ago and you already missed the feeling of his body near yours.

You walked Steve to the door after exchanging numbers. Once you get out of class, you would talk to Bucky and then meet Steve at a cafe just off campus, that was the plan. Natasha called out a goodnight to Steve as you opened the door to let him out. Though his body was in the hallway, his shoulder rested on the frame of the doorway. His puppy dog eyes dug through your soul, having a wordless conversation with your heart.

“I don’t want you to go.” You weren’t sure what possessed you to admit that out loud, but it came out either way. Steve chuckled at this and tilted his head, bringing it closer to yours.

“I know, but I have to go,” He answered with a gentle kiss on your lips. “Mm, ‘cause if I don’t, you’ll be covered in marks by daylight.” With a roll of your eyes, you let out a laugh of your own and pushed him the rest of the way out the door. You said goodnight one last time and force yourself to push the door closed.

Pressing your back to the front door, you made eye contact with Nat who was munching on a handful of popcorn, giggling between bites. “So, Y/N, you’re cheating on your super hot boyfriend with your super hot soulmate. I don’t think you understand just how simultaneously lucky and completely fucked you really are.”

“I'm not cheating on Bucky! I'm just-”

“Kissing and falling for another guy?” Nat interrupted before setting her popcorn bowl on the coffee table. “Listen, I'm not against you at all. I do think you should stand clear of Steve until Bucky’s out of the picture though. I mean, how would you feel if it were the other way around and Bucky was my soulmate?”

“I wouldn't care.” You answered without missing a beat, your voice was too monotone for Nat to even begin to think that you were joking.

“Okay.” Natasha crossed her arms and jutted out her hip. “I need you to promise me that you'll try to be smart about this.”

You made your promise to Natasha and padded back into your bedroom. After changing into something comfy and doing your nightly routine, you climbed into your bed.

The sleepless night started out with you tossing and turning. No matter what position you'd gotten in, nothing was comfortable. Then, your mind started racing. You went back mentally over all of the events that took place that night, and the most vivid thing coming to you was Steve. He was such a vision, and if you were to be cheesy enough, you would even call him breathtaking. You could feel that strange warmth returning to your hand and realized you were losing that fight against your heart, once again, as you picked your phone up off your nightstand. It vibrated in your hand, nearly making you send it flying across the room.

‘I can't sleep’

‘Neither can I’

‘Talk 'til we pass out?’

‘You're on, Rogers’

You weren’t sure that you’d ever answered back texts from anyone as fast as you did with Steve. All of the things you were wondering about him were coming to light with ease, rather than it feeling like some sort of interview. It didn’t take long for you life stories to come out, along with your deepest secrets. Steve made you laugh and cry, he made you laugh until you cried and everything in between.

‘What time do you have class?’

‘9am, you?’

‘Same and it looks like we’re both screwed. That’s in 2 hours.’

Deciding that it was for the best that you got out of bed and started your morning, you confirmed your plans with Steve to meet after you talked to Bucky and hopped out of bed. After a brisk shower, you changed your clothes. You didn’t bother putting on makeup because the sleepiness was starting to kick in without Steve to entertain you, and your eyes were starting to feel dry. You knew that Natasha would be able to spot how zombified you looked if she saw you so quietly, you tiptoed out of your room and made for the front door.

“Morning, Y/N!” Wanda chirped from the kitchen where she assembled her breakfast, making you nearly jump out of your skin in surprise.

“Shit!” You turned to her with your hand planted on your sternum, feeling your heart pound furiously against it. “I didn’t know you were home.”

“I got back while you were in the shower.” She shrugged, raising a piece of toast to her mouth. Those purplish marks on her arm reminded you of something that you hadn’t thought about all night. Trying to remain inconspicuous, you played your movements off as simply reaching for your keys but as you did, you noticed that your hand had no evidence of your soulmate on it. You let out a heavy sigh of relief and turned back to Wanda.

“I’m headed to class and then I have a couple things to do, can you wake up Nat? I think she had practice tonight.” Wanda nodded at your attempt to act normal and waved her hand at you as she chewed. You said goodbye and left for your class.

Sam sat next to you in class for the first time. Before he would sit a row or two behind you, the two of you would study together and help each other out from time to time. Now that Sam knew what was going on in your personal life, he decided that you were officially friends. You weren’t sure what Steve told him, but your story was going to stay the same no matter who asked; you went home, watched movies with Nat and had a hard time sleeping after that. Aside from Sam’s interest, your class went by quick and painless. Soon, you found yourself standing outside of Bucky’s door. Unsure of why your heart sank at the thought of telling him what you were there to tell him, you wiped your clammy palms along your jeans before gathering the nerve to knock.

“Hey, I was just getting ready to call you.” Bucky watched with furrowed brows as you stepped into the apartment. “Are you okay? You look a bit...shaken.”

“No, I’m fine.” You lied. You could feel your insides twisting and flipping. “I just pulled an all-nighter, big test coming up.”

Though you thought that you wouldn’t be bothered with ending your relationship with Bucky, you couldn’t have been more wrong. The idea of losing something is one thing, making it a reality was something else entirely. You’d been only been dating for a few months, sure, but he was good to you. There wasn’t a single thing wrong with Bucky. He was a handsome, intelligent, passionate, goofy, great guy. Every time you looked at him, you felt torn between keeping him for yourself and setting him free to find his soulmate. When you originally started dating, the two of you agreed that it didn’t matter that you weren’t soulmates. Together you decided that you didn’t want to look for your other halves and just enjoy your time with each other. Now, you weren’t too sure if you could stay away from your soulmate for the sake of a supernova romance.

“We don’t have to talk about last night right now if you don’t want to,” Bucky mumbled, leading you into the living room. “I know it’s too soon and I know I’m not your soulmate so we’ll never understand that level of connection, but I think we’re good for each other.” As an additional twist of the knife, Bucky topped his thought off with a sweet smile. He looked hopeful, innocent and over everything, he looked happy. Could you will yourself to tear that away from him for your own selfish reasons?

“What��s wrong?” Bucky asked, brushing away stray tears that you hadn’t really noticed were leaving your eyes.

“I’m just - I’m just really tired right now.” You sniffled out an answer before rubbing the heels of your palms to your eyes. “I’ve been awake for like twenty-eight hours.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His gentle nature was enough to bring a new round of tears to your eyes. You felt awful but he’d never be able to tell because it wasn’t out of the norm for you to cry out of exhaustion.

“Go home and get some sleep. I’ll just call you later, okay doll?” Bucky nearly whispered to you, giving you a tight hug when you agreed.

Still perplexed at your own emotions, you made your way from Bucky’s apartment to your own. Instead of heading inside, you found your car and climbed inside. After sending a quick text to Steve, you set your course for Silver Spoon, a hidden gem of a cafe that wasn’t too far off campus.

“I couldn’t tell him,” You admitted, regrettably. “I’m not sure why I just looked at him and-”

“I get it.” Steve shook his head, his tone laced heavily with understanding. “Bucky’s a good guy with high spirits. When we were kids, I wanted to be just like him. You’ll feel like you’re disappointing him and it’s tough but I’ve never known him to be unforgiving.”

Steve put down his coffee mug and reached across the table. His hand took yours and you felt something ignite within you. The two of you seemed to get lost in each other, taking your time to realize what you were doing. Pulling your hand away, you looked down to see new marks on your hand in the same color as the first one.

“The first one lasts the longest. This one will be gone within an hour, at least that’s how long it took for mine to disappear last night.” Steve smirked, but the smile faded when he saw you still staring at the marks as if you were willing them away. “Y/N, I know you’re afraid of Bucky finding out, but we’re not going to know when they disappear if we don’t test it.”

“Let’s go test it then.” You weren’t sure if you were making decisions because you were tired or because you really trusted Steve that much. Either way, you stood from your seat and pulled on your jacket.

“Where are we going?”

“Your place, I need you to touch me on skin that’s not exposed.” Steve raised a brow at your words, a bit of mischief in his eyes that made you roll your own. “I need a nap if I’m going to deal with you, come on.”

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