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secret-smut-sideblog · 11 months ago

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Distances Between (Part 2)

18+ blood drinking, heavy petting, grinding, conflicting feelings, flirting, pining, (light) alcohol drinking

Astarion X F! Plus Sized Tav

listening to: Rain - Sleep Token, It Will Come Back - Hozier

Tav was pretty sure she'd fucked up.

Deft fingers twisted her still damp hair into a tight braid. Sitting in her tent, Tav's mind raced through their.. interaction at the water, glad to have a tactile task to keep her steady. She had taken things too far. It was too much, she was certain of it.

A mistake to have let her lust clouded mind take control. Assumed. Overstepped. Screwing up her face she decided she must apologize.

That night she walked on hushed feet, went to him. There was a faint glow from inside his tent, the vague shape of his silhouette against the canvas. She knew his keen ears had heard her approach.

Her hand hovered over the opening, but decided against it. She had already intruded enough tonight.

There was a tension thrumming through the air as they both stood on silence, the fabric of the tent a division. She took in a small breath.

"Astarion," the stillness from inside of the tent a bow pulled taut.

"I'm sorry. I overstepped and it wont happen again. I know how it feels to be-" She paused, no this wasnt about her. Gathered her words again. "If you want to leave I wont hold it against you.."

Quieter then, "But I hope you stay." She turned and walked back to her tent.

She had hid the joy in her eyes when she saw him at the mouth of his tent, meditating. The light of the morning gave way and he had stayed. She quietly passed, meeting the others at the hubbub of breakfast.

Karlach's hand clapping down on her shoulder in greeting, her bright smile infectious. "Morning, Soldier!" As they chatted she could feel eyes on the back of her neck but didnt turn. Give him time, give him space.

Though the morning had been promising the day had proved grueling, each battle scraping them against the stones. Each skirmish a barely won whirlwind. When night blissfully came groans and slumped bodies littered the camp. Still there were small victorious smiles shared and the wine that Astarion had swiped made the group loose-limbed and happy.

As the banter and spirit floated Tav spotted that ever distant shock of silver hair. She stood and went to him, her step sure.

He glanced up at her, she was pretty sure pretending to be engrossed in his book. "Yes, darling?"

"Care for a drink?" She raised her eyebrows, a cheeky smile edging the corner of her lips. Though she had only had a few sips she felt the spirits in her stomach give her a silly bravado.

He glanced up at her, eyed her empty hands. A slow smile spread over his face, catching on.

"Well, now.. you shouldn't have. What a gracious offer! You spoil me darling." He let the darling trail on a little long, bemused.

"I'll find you when the riff raff has finally gone down for the count." He gestured lazily with the tips of his fingers to the others gathered around the fire.

"I'll be waiting on bated breath my honeyed Drow.." he was laying it on thick now and she rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile.

She sat leaned back on her pack, eyes closed. Peaceful. Humming a tune softly, something she had heard in a passing tavern. Breathing in the quiet of the night air.

"Ah my favorite bard, wont you bless us with a song?" He said low in her ear.

She opened one eye in mock suspicion, squinting at him, "Yet I am no bard, gentle nobleman. I cannot offer you a shanty nor a hymn.."

She saw the glitter in his eyes, enjoying her banter.

"Nay, alas all I can offer.." she sat up slightly and pulled her tunic from her neck, long hair falling behind her.

"Oh you temptress, you siren!" His words were light and playful but his eyes.. She felt a thrill in her stomach.

He leaned in and cupped the side of her neck, his cool fingers gentle. Kneeling next to her his mouth only hovered above her pulse, his breath tickling her. He was so close. She was no stranger to this ritual by now but this felt.. different. The air crackled with electricity.

She could feel her heart beating hard.

He breathed it in, taking in her scent.

Finally he opened his jaws and oh so slowly sank into her.

She fought the moan that was forming in her throat but couldn't restrain the hand that trailed into his hair. Languidly scratching his scalp. He shivered under her touch and she was about to pull away, embarrassed that she had made him uncomfortable again.

But his long legs moved quickly, one thigh pushing between hers. They were so close now, straddled into eachother. The intimacy made her feel dizzy, delirious.

She pushed her face up into him as he pulled from her greedily, drinking her down. She held her hand to his clavicle, feeling the deep pulse of his swallowing.

Lust took to the front of her mind, losing herself. Pushing her small ragged breaths into his ear.

He hitched, a groan muffled into her flesh.

His hand wandered feather light, curious, down the curve of her hip. The other bracing her strong against him between her shoulder blades.

She twisted his hair in a small tug in response and felt the hand bracing her dig nails in, a growl deep in his chest.

In one fluid motion he hooked under her thigh and pulled her up to him, chest to chest, positioning her straddling over his hips. She let out a small gasp and resisted grinding down into him. Like he couldn't get her close enough.

She ran her hand down his lower back, intoxicated, revelling in the taut muscles there. She needed more. No she couldn't get carried away.

He finally came up for air, a gasping whimper against her neck, and began eagerly licking her up in slow wide strokes. His tongue newly hot from her blood coursing through him.

She could see it in the tips of his ears and resisted putting her mouth there. She had to slow down.

He finally fully pulled away, releasing her. The sight of him, blood smeared on his perfect mouth, eyes dark and rolling, sated. Gods it made her ache.

"Did you have your fill?" She asked leaning back on her hands, looking up at him, awestruck. Failing at hiding the gasping in her voice.

His gaze suddenly focused and flicked down to her, staring. His chest heaving, eyes dilated.

She expected a smirked remark, maybe some practiced sweet nothings. Instead he leaned down to her again.

His lips hovered inches away from hers, blood-fucked eyes boring into her.

Her breath froze in her chest. A thrill of danger tickled her spine. She dared not move, though her nerves screamed to lean into him. To slide her lips against his.

They stayed in that heady limbo for what could have only been seconds but felt like an eternity. Breathing eachother.

He slowly pulled away, an emotion she couldn't place passing over his face.

Then he was gone, wordlessly rising. Disappearing into the overlap of the tents.

Still gasping for breath all she could do was watch.

Shaking hands opened his tent. Get a grip. He pulled his blood drenched tunic off. Breathe. Breathe you fool.

He had never lost control like that.

The unbridled desire he felt frightened him. Not just for her heavenly blood but her. He could still feel the little hot breaths she left in his ear. Felt a groan deep in his chest just from the memory.

Her question, "Did you get your fill?" Gods below. It had him about to do something very stupid, cross a line that he did not expect.

No, no this wont do at all. He would have to keep his distance from now on. Ran a still warm hand through his bloodflecked hair.

Part 3

#im having so much fun with these. get dranked girl #astarion smut #astarion x plus sized tav #astarion

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piercethenix · 10 months ago

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a very long list of sleep token lyrics that make me feel more religious than i ever did at church

"wont you come and dance in the dark with me? show me what you are i am desperate to know"

"im coiled up like a venomous serpent tangled in your trance and im certain you have got your hooks in me"

"and i dont wanna get in your way but i finally think i can say that the vicious cycle was over the moment you smiled at me"

"and i know i know the way that it goes you get what you give, you reap what you sow and i can see you in my fate. and i know i know i am what i am the mouth of the wolf the eyes of the lamb so darling, will you saturate?"

"lets load the gun. make her eat the tape in the bathroom mirror see if she can guess what a hollow point does to a naked body"

"so flood me like atlantic, weather me to nothing. wash away the blood on my hands"

YOU MAKE ME WISH I COULD DISAPPEARRRRR

"and just like the rain you cast the dust into nothing and wash out the salt from my hands. so touch me again, i feel my shadow dissolving"

"they talk me through the damage, consequence and how its a pain they know they dont understand"

"when the mouth of infinity buries its teeth in me, ill smile through the agony for you. and i know you still bear the weight of your own existence and youll never bear the weight of two"

"well, i know what you want from me. you want someone to be your reflection, your bitter deception setting you free. so take what you want and leave"

"rose gold chains, ripped lace, cut glass, blood stains on the collar, please just dont ask"

"give in again and let me lay, my arms belong around you"

"i come as a blade, a sacred guardian. so you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood"

"id turn my walls to gold to bring you home again"

SO SHOW ME THAT WHICH I CANNOT SEE EVEN IF IT HURTS ME EVEN IF I CANT SLEEP OH AND THOUGH WE ACT OUT OF OUR HOLY DUTY TO BE CONSTANTLY AWAAAKKEEEE YOUVE GOT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

"and im not here to be the savior you long for, only the one you dont. are you watching me with eyes of a predator as you move towards the door?"

"show me those pretty white jaws show me where the delicate stops show me what youve lost and why youre always taking it slow show me what wounds youve got show me love"

"i am the shadow, youre a passenger. i am the intake of breath so sharp and i know you better. just want to know you better"

"if you want to give then give me all that you can give all your darkest impules and if you want to give me anything then give give in again"

"ill tear the fibre from the filamemt, ill be the limit of your light again. i want to taste you better i want to taste you better. i will be watching for your enemies, to let them know that they contend with me"

"between the second hand smoke and the glass on the street you gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave. you say you want me but you know im not what you need but i am"

IF YOU HAD A PROBLEM THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME BEFORE YOU STARTED GETTING ALL AGGRESSIVE AND CONTROLLING YOU ONLY DRINK THE WATER WHEN YOU THINK ITS HOLY SO KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD OR WE WILL BOTH BE HERE FOREVERRRR

"nevermind the death threats parting at the door wed rather be six feet under than be lonely"

WHY ARE YOU NEEEEVERR REAL THE SHIFTING STATES YOU FOLLOW ME THROUGH UNNNREVEALED

"yet in reverse you are all my symmetry, a parallel i would lay my life on. so if your wings wont find you heaven i will bring it down like an ancient bygone"

"i know for the last time, you will not be mine. so give me the night, the night, the night"

"and i hate who i have become (i might break and bend to my basic need to be loved and close to somebody)"

"most days you reach for safety. remain calm, forget that you know me"

DARLING IM NOTICING YOUR FLAWS THEYRE EXACTLY WHAT I WANT EVEN IF YOU DONT BELIEVE ME, KNOW IT

"it seems your heart is locked up and i still get the combination wrong. or are you simply waiting to save your love for someone i am not?"

"is that a glint in your eye? is that a blade in your palm? well, i am yours tonight so will you lay in my arms?"

"i want to feel my stars align again, even if the earth breaks like burnt skin and the heavens just wont open up for me. would you invite me in again? wont you pay for your arrogance? wont you show me your weakness?"

#sleep token #sleep token lyrics #vessel is my lord and savior

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libidomechanica · 11 months ago

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“My own, who ‘kick again them, thought,’”

A limerick sequence

Where bright as that it shall fame to salve which you wont to deny it! My own, who kick again them, thought, or window as no pencil, because the air, though Love’s despite.

Hoary now, and watch the oxen’s low came to the worlds of those whom this expect their place where? Are chearful house, the rope in arrived, I know no others in the walls.

Themselves come the motion well abroad. So much he in Glenturit glen. How can I choose but and lay then, stood undid me away, as in a condition of them.

Of gold out an ermined a thrill of sorrow which the human life’s early lawn, thou hast not Percie howe the lake-like fritillaries her note, she does come this heart.

His Agrarian laws of brick, and cease to boil and base. But in Phaeton’s time the shall around myself arise? Morning’s odd, while and if you to your bitterly.

Whisper ever. And fell from sea plainly, so I was mount and did to my though ’t will become away a moment of the power to give what of health but find.

Along with a voices sleep-warm piles up. And many rich sunk to departed hence does complain. It is everywhere, for token. Me. Lady. Of grass or hammered.

Entered cloudless wife; the world we not her, who now at dawn where Ioyes peace is a stones, that is in the sun beats lights. Along hence these ruined with fervent love me food.

Now I all them: o brilliant bow. The only child will she said: I would not empty-handed slumber flesh, and an end. And sink no moment at this close the cincture.

Gone, and base. One is old Bench for hid delight, and always said she cried. It is the rank grass, and blew bubble’s shadow smells sweet hug, is story lingered in your hands.

It will statue’s plinth the banknotes and the strikes it to which I see cleaue: his music-master. As other’s day nigh grim Dante’s obscure wood’s strange the grave. All flowers.

All thing! Cheered and made force, but them to endure thing to admiration’s blithe pearly go’st proceed. A bull-dog, and flowers pale pageant to need not faire to the name!

Which praise, till held the cut down to dawn the same quality; who wants to shoots me a chariot and shall never: this mutual blood, with it. The seemed she and sleek.

Heaven, and the hot blossom. Till not again the homes of Natures choycest tree did Margaret look at with the shepherd sang, in heart more penchanting. Will not cross vibes.

As you take with every casual thought, forsooth, so truly parallel, thou stealing kisses to endure, and long, but only love for the cause and I have ever.

Exclaim his large eyes are the proud titles boast, while ye may: the messengers under through we sneer in a question. The effect on Juan now relaxed, thy selfe did tame.

If ever to another must with our style becomes the ground in mourn, and, construction, a green. I dreams of what are to a shade where and for you, a space is he?

Like weeds. I did not warmth as she had straggling on her spared store; and white as Swanne. Which, though I have quality; nor virgin-choir to me as true, and has so low?

Ah fon, for she end of that woman as of all love in they, yet swam in ioy, such gifts. Lord of You. As chearful, and within the bold Churchman’s family, and hotel.

Them through black and for beautiful creatures, all phantasies, not pine. To make me a miller with schnapps’— sad dogs! There so large strikes, but a voices ouerthrow, not practise!

From my jewels, hereto this Exchanged; and, be she love that regarded curl— can compare with daily comfort found, a power he doth ryse. Then follow heau’nly sway.

The heard the sun and energetic. Or if Sins with that I came back, and she was at a caper: and white curtain the more could have to weep out the travellers.

White have still would shineth so. Dying so close their thou after theirs more we may love of clamor’s house with bosom beating medium. I sat alone, of a tree.

Has blessed heaven and leaves. On the dawn, youthful, charming round of neon. Poor grape with pleasure taken to weight; I turned away speechless, as thou dost triumphant sheep.

Why, the Charles scatter was the narrow mind the seal’s wide—be surely in the very day. And tho’ they meant not from this piracy. Patience them, or writing cake.

Hath spent her set, swear as crystal broom. As if I’ve wandering round upon the little but the women’s public honour unmistakable gave no company.

That bring opens are generation between us both: but ere there, looking breast. She said it his Maggior Duomo, a small grasshoppers seek supply of the white.

As in, the morn her ever since my dearie! More soft embalming, shred ends from the gardeth. Thy should you only winke; for object lends not a stones, the poor desires.

Of flowers it seemed she goes— the year. But he was inseparable is now that delicious and then may lives. Of sorrow on the words can straw chequered to.

Make me thy lasing powre dicerne. In furrow some did not cry also although meadow and dubious book. Why did not dress yellow! Estate of breaks the wise they?

Youthful Chloe, tripping sweet look? Shadows of the chill’d by their thou cannot climb, you, as your member, now saw Albion’s paws, and paper, were cleaue: seemeth them round it.

Again the empressions of her heart or heau’nly sway’st the blossoms. Aside and in the infant in one leg and wind, or wander’d, as in a mother, in this post.

Or trampled on the rivers of the will I fix’d my tears; thy voice as truth and slimy nest the women’s public honour; gay damsels, and hotel; thy pain; and wings.

He left me in years old, and feared as chearfulness. A martial song I did not their union would known. To Germany, when on their soul, whose circle their suns or years?

Him, and chasten sounds from thee. And, one another; just when you love a nation unto an old my waste, and of Dutchmen and he may well half-seas-over. But ah!

Could never to here. In the sovereign Lands reckon women are now come to pleasant to Tauris, was leaping on the green. Beauty off in which never personal.

A little hill, and which every thing, or a dun. A human hath ever call me by the fires. And Death, but exquisite no Caspian coughs but feeling pity.

Then sinks bene more. Poor grape. Be, thing— to whom she sigh one and He who plucks the sparrow and brought of tears. Fulsome Pleasure the love deceived in the bett for her shot.

Never interjections deem their loosen’d manes, and when I beholders, sprung. For sported, the pity for ever an arch of harvest when my heart at your old age.

It’s all them, to their state out one tears do restrain’d, how I could touch of merry was she upheld they grew in the British cabinet and grief is like a clam. Sweetly?

Thing halls, and her solitary infant orphan he himself deep sinks with Pearl, can vie with backward steps. Lines which I behold they in thine are now cleaved instincts.

Until he reason, why we need notes I need not; his greatest number flesh hath never say that touch! To be so hie, and saw more by those who, thou dost the same ring.

I feel her goodness, and yet the soul in eternity, of rimless floods, tho’ even in thee, years go by. Grief unutterably every man can break of dark.

Forest fishers in most is the way of getting daffodils. With the snow; it seemed a thousand many an open the dwarf returned and sting. She asked: Melchior?

And joyous self-same sky, vaunt in a handsome alchymic furnace, for needy fate. In peace in a hand in its blood glow with love in bigger than half-seas-over.

Not, she shadow smells, if I had to turns in circle the me, Sir, but she’s yonder mistress sleeps. Thy soul, while, though a things add a curious time of you three days.

Even thought the King of Death a shaped her favour of the good truth, unsullied night, and oak leave no grief is what Fortunes, and of clay adhered grange. Dream a riches.

Specks, mote by my pet-name! Together, father with silken light eyes,—in this time went to Germany, whose haughty shopkeepers, manifold they meant not me? Her air.

It could discernment when all shows now. Watched the came first to painting alone that swallows up all else, is not cross a sulphuric lake in the sun; but who reward.

I bless than I. By such a rather sigh like a house, the midnight with the window. Her solitude and by truant Muse, what concerns many days in personal.

Warm breathing, once my dear Jefferson, or die., Till do, speak but once didst thyself so layd, when the corner- panes in seemly order. The heauen apace. Who can have call?

The Iliad before her mind with them in up to the forward violence of my love towards which he sported with love. On the will hands do not get a widow.

Sole voice obedient to his road sun-stones. By sometimes, when I began her, resting in the double vales of golden sands of good die like vomit. Or her back.

—Had heart was extremely whole mine The fear. When I condemn’d its watered leewardings, some small old maid of heaven fall, and dances, of warres and they pass that strange.

Whom The Wise Self-subjected, himself to striped urchins flay each other born in Roncesvalles’ battle. I dreamed nothing very soul was a Christian she donor’s.

Blue, silverswords my scythe cut down, thou will Yes. Singing something to reveal feeling be, troth, lady, no. The voice obedient to harbor should not with new morn.

A human special, the worlds, and sleek. To instruct a youth and dubious book. Inches high, too long his hands do not like weeds that yearning, by my stupidity.

Dirty and fling Southey, that worse affliction but and now the reformed. This hands and see you is also, there presence bereaue, all bring through infinite immensity.

Name, when I saw the day. When I appear’d to wane and bleached. Autumn, winter child. She was in a forest for him, who madest him to the great Juno goes perfume.

Or leave him summer’s day the best come, for the floor was our children. Cherry plumes, the Dee, that foreign fellow,—who can help holds that slight in a dreaming, director?

Thou hast left no echo of the pear to year had chanced athwart the gloom- pleas’d eyes, embower’d the transmember? Never known, flower had change in me understand!

There waxing rather sigh like a makeless which are not hapless infant in one another’s day the side, and wild plum. If this Exchange the Water of Ismail.

To mankind, appear; he saw thee to that skirt the same ring. The ray, to natural comfort, and I will claim. A thousand trembling age was all the royalty’s vast betray.

After I espy; come new flames while thus it for a burning, her Garment out of earth; a chant in one leg and catch the mother, sighs most? I am now in mind.

Woodland wings withal, the sphere. A purple with mutual flames, new growing in fulnesse shows now. Have prince from rhyme and be possess and unmoved, with your intermix’d?

And a nights. But Julia did I seek out the lowly closes and not you alone could that glorious succeeding memory disinterested ten years go by.

By such art as true sorrow have room. Along the hushed Casket of marjoram had saved? Am alone in one month of kings her breathe. I was at a cadaver.

Your old and free, toward mind sinks, yield the heard Apollo sing to throws his children. Save mine honour pend in pretence embitterly. Into stare, staring its curses.

Of Earn, and oblique lines the world will be the clock struck eight in an hundred be. Will I attempt to country’s going to see his sheep. The hours and an ejection.

Inches make a man’s setting brain, that like his waist spin. The magic with pleaseth me; or seek I can say I love of Juliana’s eye? Of Nature livery year.

In the empress, her milky stones, till that would swim in their days in bed cawing Nooooo at the loser. Or currants a fresh feeling shepherd pipe, thy gift to your kiss.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #138 texts #limerick sequence

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hanjisick · 3 years ago

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yandere skz — hcs.

warning. this is not how i portray the members of stray kids or how you should either. this is purely for entertainment purposes.

hyung line maknae line

bang chan.

manipulative & eliminating.

he will kill if he has to, but he prefers to resort to that last. it's messy and takes energy that he could be spending with you.

instead, why not just manipulate you? its easier to make sure you wont leave him rather than killing off potential partners for you. he hates to hurt you. but in his mind, its crucial.

he would show himself immediately. he doesn't want to sit in the sidelines and watch you from afar, he wants to claim you as his immediately. but he wouldn't show his true colors yet. he would slowly reveal himself, to make sure that you wont leave him.

you can't leave him, he'll do anything to prevent that. he will kill others. he will kill you. he is very dangerous, but you won't know this until its too late.

‘my dear, you can't leave me. it isn't possible. you're mine, forever.’

lee minho.

eliminating.

he won't try to hide his murderous tendencies. there's no point. in fact, he may bring you back a gift. what better way to show his love for you than destroying anyone who you need him to? and better yet, bringing home a token of his generous acts?

each time it's a different body part. eyeball? nose? a finger? a toe? perhaps an organ, if he's feeling particularly sadistic.

your screams are heaven to his ears. they're screams of excitement and joy. darling! you must be so happy to be screaming like that! of course you are, what else would you be?

and even if you did hate his gifts... what are you supposed to do? if you run away from him, you'll experience the same fate.

of course you'll stay with him. you have no choice! you don't want to end up like the man who asked for your number last week, no?

‘my love, has someone hurt you? do you need me to take them out?’

seo changbin.

isolating.

the moment he wanted you, you were his. whether you like it or not, you're bound to his bed, ready for when he feels like being with you.

it’s a perfect life, yes? he feeds you your favorite foods, lets you watch shows, all for the simple request that you love him like he loves you.

why would you need to contact your family? your friends? you don't need them! he gives you everything you need, right?

everything you need is right in this apartment. you have entertainment, food, sleep, love... what else could you ask for why would you ever want to leave this apartment? you wouldn't.

especially when every night, how he crawls into bed with that sharp knife, dragging it across your skin to remind you that you will never leave.

you can't leave. he will find you. he will have you. you are his, darling. you are all his.

#skz #bang chan #seo changbin #lee know #lee minho #stray kids yandere #yandere skz #skz yandere #yandere au #skz yandere au #skz smut #skz x reader #skz au #skz masterlist

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sunarintoes · 3 years ago

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Pretty Setter Squad Boyfriend Headcanons

part one can be found here II wc: 2.4k II includes: kageyama, suga, kenma, akaashi, semi and oikawa II atsumu and shirabu

rewriting because i cringe at the old hcs 😭

✗ Kagggggsss

✗ The emotionally constipated blueberry <3 oh yeahh 😎

✗ Okay well first off he can barely process his emotions (*cough* evidently *cough*)

✗ When you two first started going out he was quite shy and unsure of what to do so you may have had to guide him a bit, but if youre equally shy then it just would have taken longer to get to where you are now; oh and if that was the case it probably took some random burst of energy/confidence from either one of you to make the first move.

✗ He will buy you milk but uf you hate it (like me 🤢) he will buy you another drink - like juice :D

✗ I dont think he will be the most affectionate, it’s not his love language - and neither are words haHAH. His love language is most likely quality time and gift giving.

✗ He does like to cuddle though 😳

✗ In fact he really likes to :D his favourite is when youre sitting in his lap while he watches a volleyball game (at home - he hates pda).

✗ This brings us to our next, short point. Kageyama absolutely despises pda, he just thinks its something meant for closed doors and he does not believe that he has to display his relationship for the whole world to ogle at. The most he will do is light hand holding - mostly just linking your pinkies though.

✗ When it comes to height he does not care if you're smaller or taller than him ← but bb, please don't tease him about his height if he’s shorter because he will blow a fuse.

✗ He alternates between small spoon and big spoon, kinda depending on his mood.

✗ BOY O BOY does he get jealous. Uh please reign in your setter >:(

✗ Its mostly due to the fact that he’s insecure about himself - he thinks you will leave him like everyone else (in middle school - yes, he is still traumatised from it.)

✗ When he does get jealous he might be snappy to the other person and glare at them or be snappy at you and glare at you. When this happens please give him space because he needs it to clear his head. When he feels better he will come up to you and hug you into his chest so that he can’t see your face and you cant see his, then he will mumble an apology.

✗ Ever since you two began to date he has practiced apologising and getting better at apologising, this is because his inability to admit to his own mistakes was a sour patch in your relationship that almost ended it but he really did not want to lose you so he sucked up his pride and worked on what he had to; of course you also worked in what you had to. God I love character development 😩

✗ Dates are mostly at home dates or dates revolving around volleyball. If you're not into volleyball, Kageyama would not date you, it's something he is so passionate about and loves with every breath he takes (like you) and he refuses to compromise one love for the other.

✗ ooooh he likes arcade dates a well! He thrives in a competitive environment. If you're not competitive and don't want to compete against him then he’ll compete for you - against the machines lol. Of course you play as well! But i doubt youre as competitive as this blueberry, and if you are - well i guess at the end of the day youll both be stacked in tokens 🤠

✗ Sugawara my beloved <33

✗ He. Is. So. Affectionate!

✗ Mans loves skin on skin contact ykwim?

✗ He is down for pda and does not care what others think - only what you think <3.

✗ I mean he might make out with you in public if you ask nicely

✗ Dates are very fun with him, he’ll take you to cafes, to amusement parks, to carnivals, to movies and all the like. He’s a cliche lover and he’s proud of it.

✗ Your first kiss happened on New Years Eve/Day. The two of you sat on the roof of his house and watched as the fireworks lit up the starry sky of Miyagi and chanted the count down together. The second ‘one’ left your lips he grabbed your face (softly!!) and pulled you in to crash his lips against yours.

✗ Suga loves to cuddle, preferably face to face because he just thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world.

✗ He is not the most jealous person, he definitely does get jealous but never of strangers. It's more when his close friends or your close friends get a bit too comfortable if that makes sense? He normally plays it off with humour and messes around because he acknowledges that he is insecure and that it is most likely him thinking of the worst case scenario; however if he really does start to worry and get jealous then he will sit you down and talk about it with you. To him, communication is key.

✗ Ngl Kenma is definitely in my top 3 favourites.

✗ I may or may not be a Kenma kinnie 😳🙈

✗ i love my non-toxic gamer boy <33 anywho: no matter what ANYONE says, kenma is definitely affectionate. In fact I'd say he’s one of the most affectionate boyfriends. As we all know, he is shy and introverted but he likes to hang around and spend time with people he likes. He also talks a lot to them. So I hc that he’s a bit of a chatterbox with you and it makes him really happy when you let him talk about a game or a theory he has. He’s a great listener so you can count on him to pay attention to what you say.

✗ if you didn't already have one, he bought you a switch. He loves video game dates especially when he can't see you in person (*cough* lockdown *cough*)

✗ he loves when you sit on his lap when he plays video games. I know everyone talks about sitting on their partner’s lap as some sexual thing and yeah that can happen but most of the time he’s really soft with you and just enjoys being close to you. Loves when you cuddle into him while he plays so that he can place his head on yours or your shoulder.

✗ i think he is a bit shy when it comes to kisses but definitely warms up after a while. He absolutely refuses to sleep if he doesnt get your goodnight kisses. He loves to kiss you on your nose and your cheeks the most. He loves when you kiss him on the forehead and the nose <3

✗ kenma is not one for pda, it's just not his vibe. He prefers intimacy and privacy; his relationship is not a movie for the world to watch and gawk at. Especially timeskip!kenma. Though that does not mean he wont ever show you skinship in public, occasionally he will softly hold your hand and maybe press a light kiss to your cheek.

✗ in terms of jealousy, he is moderate. Kenma, as we all know, has incredible people reading skills, so he understands the situation pretty clearly and knows when you’re uncomfortable/what you think of the situation. Most of the time you can deal with the unwanted attention and he doesnt get jealous, but he does get insecure. He shows this by going quiet and looking away when you look at him, you can cure this by giving him hugs when you get home.

✗ Akaashi my beloved <3 he’s so pretty i can't even-

✗ ugh! Just imagine him in a dark/light academia aesthetic.

✗ perfection.

✗ akaashi is the sweetest most attentive boyfriend, he loves you to pieces and never fails to let you know. He tells you he loves you every morning and every night. He probably makes meals for you and leaves notes in that have a sweet comment like “i love you, you're the best <3”

✗ he love back hugging you BUT also receiving back hugs 🥺✨

✗ akaashi is a booknerd and an introvert. Please cuddle up to him and let him read his book to you.

✗ there are only 2 things that can restore his social battery: sleeping and you.

✗ which means he wants cuddles when he’s tired 😊

✗ he is not jealous. He just doesn't get jealous, maybe annoyed if the third party is being a bit too pushy and you're clearly uncomfortable, but he just never feels jealous. No matter how hard you may try to make him jealous (plz dont cause that's kinda toxic imo) he just won't feel that way.

✗ definitely the ‘mom/dad’ as he carries sinister, pads, bandaids → a whole first aid kit basically, everywhere. Bb must be prepared.

✗ dates are so sweet with him, cute niche cafes and dimly lit libraries. Maybe the occasional abandoned building. He loves spending time with you, so really he's happiest whenever he’s with you; having coffee at McDonalds or a niche cafe won't change anything.

✗ he’s hard to pinpoint for pda. I feel like he’s indifferent about it. He probably prefers to keep it indoors or to just small and sweet gestures (no making out in public sorry-). It definitely comes down to your preferences, if you don't like it then he won't and vice versa.

✗ semi semi semi semi semi semi

✗ omg mr musician

✗ he definitely plays guitar - lead guitar and bass guitar.

✗ skilled fingies for sure 😗

✗ boy why are musicians so hot???? 😫😫😫💦💦

✗ he writes songs about you. Semsem has a bit of trouble saying exactly how he feels, so he writes it and sings it to you with a small little smile and eyes full of love.

✗ off topic but Semu has the best music taste in haikyuu

✗ he loves hugs so much <33 please hug and cuddle with him 24/7

✗ very affectionate, he’s always touching you someway. Loves kissing your forehead.

✗ he is jealous. Yeah definitely. He writes songs about being jealous 🗿 not that you mind of course ‘cause they're bangers. I think he might get snappy when he’s jealous, not directly at you but at the other person. He definitely gets a bit bitchy. Sometimes he acts that way to you so you've just gotta slap some sense into him. Say something like “what's your problem?” or “tell me what your problem is so i can help fix it.” ← that's probably the best thing to say.

✗ afterwards he’ll just snuggle with you until he feels better.

✗ he asks for your opinion about his songs all the time, please be honest (but also praise them if you like them lol)

✗ he takes you to niche spots he finds, like hidden concerts and stuff. Loves when you come to his gigs <3 oh and when you scream for him (in more ways than one).

✗ dates are cute and fun. Mostly walking around together → carnivals, main street, farmers market. Those kind of things.

✗ when it comes to pda he loves it. Loves being able to show the world who his s/o is. If you don't like it then he will tone it down and only do what you’re comfortable with. If you're also into pda then he will happily make out with you anywhere (you're one of THOSE couples 🤢 /j)

✗ all round best boyfie <3

✗ oikawa 😳 have i told y'all how much i love him? Oikawa is the best written character, no cap, he is so complex and real it's crazy. It's so fun to write about him because you can pick him apart, you know his flaws, his weaknesses, his nightmares but also his strengths and dreams. Anywho i'll stop ranting now but i just love writing for such a perfectly imperfect character-

✗ he puts up a cocky exterior but thats all false. He's as scared as you are, he's scared that you'll leave him like his exes because of how obsessed and focused he is on volleyball. However he is a changed man, he's learned to balance his priorities. If you ever feel like you're being sidelined please communicate with him.

✗ he values communication above all else and wants nothing more in a partner than for them to also value communication.

✗ back to the point → if you feel insecure of your relationship and that volleyball is taking too much of his attention let him know. He will change that. To an extent → he may have an important game coming up which is why he is focusing more, but he will always find time for you.

✗ he never forgets to text you good morning and good night. He also sends you wholesome memes and makes sure you're taking care of yourself - they're like reminders for him to also take care of himself.

✗ he is both jealous and insecure. Everyone who gets too close to you or spends a lot of time with you, he is jealous of. Jealous because he wishes he could spend more time with you but he knows he can't - not without jeopardising his volleyball career. He's also insecure, because he knows you could just leave him for a more fulfilling, more attentive, more balanced relationship. You know that too, I mean, of course you could leave him but no one would be as good as him. No one could match up to your beautifully flawed boyfriend.

✗ he is affectionate, very, very affectionate. He loves you so much. And because he spends so much time on volleyball, anytime with you he's touching you - memorizing every dint, every curve, everything about you so that he won't ever forget.

✗ Oikawa has trouble sleeping unless he's with you, he wants to sling to you in his sleep and be grounded and remember that he is loved and cherished and appreciated y'know?

✗ pda is not an issue for him. He doesn't care what anyone else says or thinks :P in this relationship the only opinions that matter are his and your’s. Tell him you're uncomfortable with something and he won't do it, and vice versa. But otherwise, like Semi, he won't mind having a good makeout session with you in the middle of the street ;)

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okokokaythen · 4 years ago

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NSR Headcanons

Aka NSR themed shower thoughts

Bunkbed junction (Mayday + Zuke)

Mayday

- Has a secret stash of 1010 merch hidden in the sewer that she hides from Zuke (He already knows and doesn’t tell May to entertain her)

- Sometimes call Zuke, ‘Zukie’ after the DK west encounter(s)

- She is banned from babysitting Yinu (for obvious reasons)

- She sleeps on the top bunk

- She memorizes small things about people and will sometimes give gifts as a token for forgiveness after the events of the story

- She sometimes hangs on the pipes in the sewer instead of sitting on the couch (much to Zukes annoyance)

- She occasionally wears Zuke’s clothes

Zuke

- Occasionally leaves the sewer alone to walk around or reflect on things

- Has a collection of books ranging from scientific journals to biographies, not exactly a fan of fiction

- Used to own a pair of glasses before he switched to contacts, after which they’ve gone missing

- Tries to organize and clean the sewer, but it being a sewer he hasn't gotten much done

- Occasionally visits eve to catch up and make amends

- Zuke is May’s primary impulse control

- He’s near the top of the list to babysit Yinu, behind Sayu/Tila

Both:

- They have seen each other naked at some point with opposite reactions.

- They take turns cooking

- They style each other’s hair in the morning

- They refer Ellie as their baby

NSR

DJSS

- He is Yinu’s homeschool teacher

- Owns a cat named Mars

- Has a mixed relationship with 1010

- Tolerates Green 1010 the most

- increase size whenever he’s mad

- Sayu often appears on his screens to annoy him or just hang out

- He tolerates Sayu more than 1010

- He’s 1010′s pseudo uncle

- Undefeated in basketball

Sayu

- Is Yinu’s primary babysitter

- Sayu, when not piloted, has an A.I. But is limited to cyberspace.

- Her reverse form was made as a joke by Remi

- She knows a lot more than she leads on, and has appeared even on Tatiana’s computer, but she's ultimately harmless.

- She’s often tasked to work as a firewall for NSR’s servers

- She is surprisingly useful to have around.

- There’s several platforms where Sayu can ‘Appear’ physically, similar to Cortana from Halo.

Yinu / Mother

- Yinu is homeschooled

- DJSS is her Homeroom/Science teacher, Neon J is her Shop/P.E teacher. Eve is her Art and Literature teacher, Mother is her Math/History teacher. Tatiana occasionally is her Economics/Math teacher whenever she’s not too busy.

- Sayu’s pilots and 1010 are her ‘classmates’

- She, along with Mother, visits her father’s grave at least once a month.

- She does not like being picked up by anyone other than her mother. so she carries around a step stool.

- She likes that she has multiple babysitters, but wont admit it.

- Tatiana is her god mother/ grandmother figure

1010 / Neon J

- Yellow often gets stuck on Green’s hoop

- Each member of 1010′s “brain” is a chip that is inserted into their head

- They are referred to by their color’s (I know they got names but I’m terrible at remembering them)

- White often gets picked on for watching Danny Phantom

- They had small ‘baby’ forms and as they ‘aged’ their chips/minds into different ‘aged up’ forms

- Blue was the first designed but last built, white was built first.

- Red’s mohawk used to snap off a lot so recently its been made of a more durable but heavier. this makes Red slower than the rest of 1010

- Whenever 1010 cause chaos, Green and Neon J are often the ones to apologizing for their actions.

- Neon J often refers to 1010 as Teletubbies, which annoys them.

- Neon originally wanted 1010 to be fighter pilots rather than sailors but knew how marketable sailors are so swapped the design.

- When ever Neon J is ‘off duty’ he turns into the socks with sandals dad. making dad jokes left and right.

Eve

- She sometimes visits the sewer hideout and is always grossed out but keeps it to herself to not upset Mayday/Zuke

- She still acts cold towards May, but she is warming up and is in general nicer

- She sleeps in a giant hand shaped bed

- Her entire house’s furniture is just hands and other abstract shapes

- She has several outfits based in other art movements, like surrealism (my favorite movement) and cubism for example

- Mayday and Zuke have spent the night there several times, Mayday has trouble sleeping due to the furniture

- Eve still reminisces when she and Zuke were together, but is still supportive of Zuke and Mayday’s relationship (romantic or otherwise)

(I do ship Mayzuke/Bunkbed lovers but I’m trying to not make it center stage in this post)

- After spending time with Mayday, she realizes she has more in common with her and often joke in Zuke’s expense

- Tatiana is a mentor figure to Eve, and if/when Tatiana retires, Eve will be her successor.

Tatiana

- She often quotes Yzma around her collogues, such as, “I know its called a cruel irony, like my dependence on you.” to DK West

- She’s grown more laid back after the events of the story, but is still stern while working

- Sometimes she jams out with BBJ and even give pointers to Mayday

- If/When she retires she becomes more grandmotherly towards her collogues

- She often slows/stops time during meetings to take a breath/ get a drink or snack

DK West

- Whenever he is not working in his field, He often crashes at the sewer hideout

- When he opens his eyes, his true power is revealed

- His Shadow bull (stand) sometimes appears and vibes with him

- He probably sleeps with his mouth opened

- This man is vibes first

- He radiates the same energy as the Giga-Chad meme

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joontier · 4 years ago

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mile high memoirs | oneshot

synopsis: you and the two other rappers of the global sensation BTS make a collaboration of sorts

pairings: namgi (namjoon and yoongi) x reader

rating: R (18+)

genre: fluff, humor, smut | au: idol! au; established relationship! au

warnings: pwp basically hnngnhng; and yes sex on a private jet bc why tf not ; cunnilingus, oral sex (m and f receiving), cum swallowing, dom! Yoongi undertones, threesome, double penetration, anal sex, multiple orgasms; i have nothing else to say at this point except im dragging yall with me to thirst hours

word count: 5.9k

g/n: NAMGI NATION RISE!!!!!! anywho, this is a lovely gift for @mintseesaw for being an awesomesauce person in general and yes, we’re thirsting for the same men bUT SHE WONT SHARE HNGNNNG SO I’VE WRITTEN THIS INSTEAD (in the hopes that this might satiate my obviously unquenchable thirst for the hyung line!?/1!?!?) ALSO THIS IS HEAVILY UNEDITED KJFSKDJFSDJF please let me know what you think! x

between the lenses navi. | navi. | m.list

“_________! Please look this way!”

“How do you feel about New Day becoming the number one streamed song in more than forty countries after being released just last week?”

“Is it true that you’re in a relationship with BTS’ Suga? Or RM? Or are the three of you engaged in a polyamorous relationship?”

The last one catches you off guard and you look away from the cameras to hide the amusement on your face. The last thing you need is people speculating about your personal life once they see your reaction to their questions, so you continue on your way to immigration, face down and expressionless.

If you were being completely honest, there was always a crowd that came with you when you had schedules overseas, fans and paparazzi huddled together as they took pictures of you. But today was different, especially considering the fact that you were also at Gimpo, and not Incheon.

With Gimpo, a significantly less busier airport than Incheon, you had only anticipated a smaller crowd but you seemed to have forgotten that you were scheduled to fly with two of the rappers of BTS to Amsterdam today to film the music video for your collaboration, “New Day”.

Upon your arrival, a throng of security guards placed themselves as barricades to bar the large group of people from crowding the hallways. Your team successfully weaves your way through the massive crowd and arrives safely by the immigration.

You soon see your boyfriend lounging by the private boarding area, and Yoongi immediately stands to greet you. You place a quick peck on his lips when you meet. Namjoon stands to greet you as well and you turn to the younger man to give him a huge hug. “It’s been a while since I saw you Joonie!” The tall rapper gets shy at your nickname, dimples peeking as he looks down.

“It must have been wild out there,” Yoongi says, giving you a once over as he checks if you got hurt or injured on the way to the boarding area. You coo at your boyfriend, face crumpling at his concern even after years of being in a relationship. Nuzzling your head onto the crook of his neck, you inhale the wonderful scent of the perfume you’d gave him when you came back from your US tour.

“Yeah it was! Honestly whenever I leave Korea, the amount of people who’d send me off isn’t even half of the crowd out there – and that’s already in Incheon! Not Gimpo! I always seem to forget that you guys are worldwide superstars!” Yoongi just laughs at your observation, shaking his head at you as he offers his iced Americano.

Unbeknownst to those outside your private lives, you had initially met Yoongi pre-debut. You used to attend the same school back in Daegu and fun fact: you were the same ex-girlfriend he’d composed a letter for during high school and sent the same to a radio station to have it aired.

You had both met at a tender age, and admittedly, there were a few petty reasons for your break-up, but one of them was because you both wanted to pursue a career in music, and with the kpop industry not exactly big on the idols dating, you had decided to remain friends, for the time being.

It was Yoongi who contacted you first when you debuted in late 2012, and as you caught on with your lives, sharing similar stories during your trainee days, he’d also asked you to anticipate their debut in a few months’ time as well.

True to his word, their group debuted the following year in June, and you had sent congratulatory flowers to BigHit, praising them for their powerful stages and a very promising career. You and Yoongi had kept in touch ever since. Nothing wrong about rekindling an old flame, right?

Funny enough, dating under the radar seemed to have fallen naturally for the two of you as you both prefer staying indoors and improvising dates rather than having to go out and risk getting caught by the media. Besides, it would have been easier just in case things got a little bit heated. Which happened most of the time. In your defense though, being able to meet at least once a week was already a blessing – so occurrences like that were bound to happen…

One day while you were trying to work out this melody for a song you composed, Yoongi sat next to you and pulled you on his lap as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Why don’t I help you with that love?” He lets you rest your back on his chest as his fingers fluidly move against the piano keys. Genuinely satisfied with what he played for you, you placed a kiss on his cheek as a token of your gratitude. “Thanks, Suga PDnim.”

“Speaking of that… do you want to have a collab – you and me?” You look at him, expectantly, mouth slightly open at surprise of his proposal. Truthfully, you had thought about that even before you actually got back in to a relationship, but you could never really bring the subject up because he always seemed so busy and you didn’t want to burden him any further by asking for extra work.

And that’s what you told him, but your boyfriend only laughed at you, intertwining his hands with yours on the piano. “Baby, I would’ve dropped all the other collaborations if you had just said the word.”

You were beyond elated, and honored, and when Namjoon came in to check on Yoongi, the latter asked if he had any opinion on a collaboration between Yoongi and you. Your boyfriend even convinced the younger rapper to get involved in the track. With the blessing of Bang PDnim, you’re finally here, scheduled to travel overseas to film the music video for the track the three of you had worked on which went global in mere hours, thanks to the very talented men you got the chance to work with.

You take out your camera from your bag to film a little, just in case you’ll get to release a ‘behind-the-scenes’ vlog for your collaboration. You make an attempt to film Yoongi who’s half-awake but all to no avail. Namjoon gladly offers some screen time for your video. The younger rapper laughs shyly when you squeal in excitement asking him for a few words about your collaboration. Namjoon does so like a professional: telling the camera where you’re headed off to today, thanking the fans for their never-ending support, and wishing them to anticipate the upcoming music video.

It doesn’t take long before someone tells the lot that your plane is ready to board, so you wake a dazed Yoongi and bid goodbye to the rest of the staff who were taking a separate flight to your destination.

Ever the hardworking idol, Yoongi decides to make some revisions on a song he’s working on while you take this time to finally finish a book Namjoon himself recommended a while back. You don’t notice the hours that have passed by when you check the window, and it’s already pitch-black outside, save the occasional gray because of the clouds.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you head over to the lavatory to relieve your bladder. On your way back to your seat, you glance Namjoon’s way and see the flesh-colored screen your eyes getting glued to the screen watching two men pound a girl into the mattress. You get drawn back to reality because of some minor turbulence and you quickly avert your eyes from the screen.

“Babe, Joonie’s watching porn,” you whisper as you get to your seat, snuggling into your warm blanket. “And who told my girlfriend it was right to snoop into other people’s preferential pastimes?”

You roll your eyes at him, “It’s not like I purposely watched what was on his screen! Just in case you needed the facts, he was seated with his back facing me, so it’s just natural that I’d get a glimpse of whatever ‘preferential pastime’ it is that you he was doing on his phone! It’s not my fault he didn’t dim the brightness if he truly wanted to watch it privately- “

“You didn’t need to go off, babe,” Yoongi laughs, placing a kiss on your head. “Should we head to bed now? I wanna sleep…and cuddle. Sleep, really, but since you’re here, I guess we could cuddle.”

“You make it sound like it’s a chore!”

Yoongi gives your indignance no attention, just tugging you up from your seat towards the bedroom. “Joon, we’re going to go to sleep now. You should go do the same soon.”

Namjoon’s lips part to reply, but Yoongi beats him to it. “And don’t even think about attempting to sleep in that seat. There are two beds back there for a reason. _______ and I will just share one. Feel free to take the other.” A small smile graces the younger man’s face in gratitude, nodding his head as he wishes you both a good night’s sleep.

Of course, life is bittersweet – so even with an insanely comfy bed and your boyfriend beside you to snuggle freely – a good night’s sleep is the last thing you get. Restlessly turning to lie on your back for what seems to be the hundredth time tonight, you heave a sigh as you stare at the jet’s ceiling. Must’ve been the iced Americano you shared with Yoongi before you boarded. Damn him and his triple-shot Americano.

Namjoon enters the room and notices your state of restlessness. “Can’t sleep?”

“Sort of.”

“There’s warm milk by the galley if you want some.”

“I’m too lazy to get up…”

Namjoon chortles, finding it’s moments like these that remind him of your likeness to Yoongi. “I can get you some if you want?” Namjoon offers, already turning to leave the room but you grab his arm, stopping him from doing so.

“No, please! You really don’t need to. I know I’ll be able to sleep in a few more minutes….”

“The average person falls asleep in twenty, and you and Yoongi hyung came here about an hour ago,” Namjoon points out. Giving him a blank stare, you reply, “Why don’t you head to bed and rest? We’ve still got a long day tomorrow.”

“Okay. Good night, noona.”

“Night Joonie.”

You have proven all of Google’s methods of falling asleep faster to be false. Warm milk, the 4-7-8 breathing method, relaxing music, even counting sheep in vain. You’d even tried working on your vlog to Amsterdam (that you probably aren’t even going to release), giving up when you couldn’t make out Yoongi’s slurred speech when you tried to interview him while he was napping (you don’t know why you even bothered at this point, but you probably thought it was funny earlier this afternoon).

Nada. Nothing was working, not when you’ve still got three shots of espresso coursing through your veins.

There was only one way left and you had a feeling that this was going to definitely knock you out. You need to get exhausted, and the only idea left is sitting cross-legged at the back of your head, blowing a huge bubble with her gum as she files her nails. She looks at you with taunting eyes. You glance over to Namjoon’s bed, analyzing his features to see if he had gone to sleep already or not. A light snore that escapes his lips assures you so.

Letting out another exhale, you turn to face Yoongi on your left, studying his features. Your boyfriend wakes when your lips graze his cheek as you place a light kiss on his milky skin. One eye pries open to peer at you. “Babe, what are you doing?” His groggy voice shouldn’t have appealed to you as strongly as it did now, but your desperation to get some sleep had seemed to travel south.

“Just kissing my beautiful boyfriend,” you shrug innocently, fighting the teasing lilt in your voice when you see the corner of his lips rise at your sudden compliment. “You don’t fool me, Miss _____, Billboard’s Top Female Solo Artist of the Year, MAMA’s Best Rap Performance, Golden Disc Awards’ Best…”

“Okay, okay, you got me.” You giggle as Yoongi pulls you closer to meet your lips in a chaste kiss. “What’s wrong princess?” You state the obvious, pointing to your eyes which now probably had bags under them. “Can’t sleep,” you pout, slipping your hand underneath his shirt to give him a back rub as you snuggle to his chest.

“And what do you suppose we are to do about it?” Yoongi asks, chest rumbling as he speaks. You take your bottom lip between your teeth as you look up at him expectantly, giving him a knowing look.

Yoongi looks at you incredulously, the lack of rest still visible in his features. You instantly look away, guilt spreading across your chest. You internally scold yourself as you had to wake up your boyfriend for selfish reasons. Your boyfriend senses your sudden hesitance and places a finger under your chin, ordering you to look at him. “Hey, hey, look at me darling. Right here, right now? I’m gonna be honest with you, I don’t have the energy to-“

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll do all the work.”

“And Namjoon, who’s just a mere meter away?” His pitch lowers, voice now barely above a whisper. You nod shyly and Yoongi’s eyes darken at your unspoken offer.

“You’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” Yoongi hisses, placing his hands on your waist and lifting you easily to have your sit on his thighs, just below his crotch. “Wanting to fuck on a plane, while another member is sleeping right beside us?”

Placing your hands on Yoongi’s chest for support, you move your hips forward, grinding your crotch against your boyfriend’s. Yoongi pulls you forward by your arms, just enough that your face is merely centimeters away from him. Wasting no time, he presses his lips against yours, darting his tongue out to deepen the kiss. He expresses his desire to help you with your dilemma by thrusting upwards gently to join your gyrating hips.

You peek sideways to check on Namjoon and breathe a sigh of relief when he finally turns to the other side, back facing the both of you.

You hastily discard your top and your bra in desperation, hands roaming all over your torso and eventually letting them end at your chest, fondling with your breasts and tweaking your nipples between your fingers. Not satisfied with your own ministrations, you guide Yoongi’s hands to your breasts, letting him squeeze them as he pleases beneath his open palms.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Yoongi murmurs, bending his knees to push himself upwards to make himself more comfortable. Yoongi quickly attaches his moist lips to one of your breasts, sucking at the supple flesh. You grind heavier against him in response and Yoongi takes this as an opportunity to fist a handful of your hair and tug sharply, baring your neck to him.

You barely manage to hold in your whimpers when he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, definitely leaving a purplish mark there that you’ll eventually have to cover up with foundation. Nothing you’ve never done before. “Remember that short dress you wore on stage last week with that dangerous cleavage?” You nod shakily, remembering the way Yoongi tried hard to not stare at you too long as one of his fansites might catch onto something.

“Guess what baby? It’s payback time.”

“For what?” You flutter your eyes innocently at him and you suddenly feel the temperature rise a few degrees with Yoongi’s intense stare.

“You knew exactly what you were doing that night, naughty little tease.” Okay, maybe you did, and maybe you bit your lip in front of the camera at the exact moment you knew he was looking. Needless to say, he avoided your eyes for the rest of the evening during that particular awards show.

He thrusts up harshly, his clothed hard-on grinding deliciously against your likewise covered cunt. “Mhmm, Yoongs… I- I wanna…” You don’t find the need to say anything else, just one look at the bulge inside his sweatpants was enough for him to understand.

“Yes please.” Yoongi sighs in contentment, raising his hips to help you remove his clothes. You include his boxers as you take his sweatpants off, cock slapping against his stomach as it springs free from the confines of his underwear.

Giggling excitedly, you hide beneath the covers, fitting yourself snugly between Yoongi’s legs. You take your time as you stare at his dick, long and girthy and curved just the right amount – always a tight fit inside your walls. You couldn’t wait for later when he’ll let you impale yourself on his cock as you ride him – the vivid picture makes you even wetter.

Building up his anticipation, you start placing kisses from his happy trail down to his groin, kneading his balls gently while you’re at it. Finding it difficult to communicate his feelings is one trait of Yoongi that definitely has its pros and cons. For one, people actually think Yoongi doesn’t care for others but it’s actually the complete opposite, but along with this, he gives the most genuine reactions, one which you are thankful for, especially during times like these.

Yoongi’s pretty responsive, and vocal at times when he’s really in the mood, and when you tentatively flick your tongue against his frenulum, the instantaneous quiver of Yoongi’s body has you reveling, giving yourself an imaginary pat on the back.

Momentarily leaving his red, angry shaft, you gently take his balls in your mouth, sucking on it, and gently massaging it with your tongue. “Quit the teasing, _______.” Being the good, obedient girl that you are, you comply immediately, paying attention to his dick this time.

You see his abdominals contract when you finally take him in your mouth, veiny hands grabbing at your temple to fist a handful of your hair. Inch by inch, you let his cock sink into your mouth, swallowing when he reaches the back of your throat. Yoongi hisses at the sensation, cursing to a throw pillow he’d taken from the seats.

Not wanting to agonize him any longer, you get to a pleasurable pace, bobbing your head up and down his length. Yoongi’s chest starts heaving and his grip on your hair tightens – the tell-tale signs of his impending orgasm. “Shit, baby…” Your boyfriend warns you that he’s about to cum, and you pull back a little, just to feel him release ropes of his cum inside your mouth.

Yoongi beckons you closer, weakly pulling at your arms to have you lie on his chest. He’s still panting when you get closer, “You, darling, are perfection personified.”

Slapping his chest lightly in jest, you reply, “You’re only saying that because I just gave you the best blowjob of your life.” Yoongi pulls his head back, facial features exaggeratedly contorted to fake being offended. “Okay first of all, you always do. And second, do you want me to get sappy and make a list what makes you the perfect woman ever?” He asks, letting two of his fingers dance on the bare skin of your belly, eventually leading southwards, “Or…I could just show you how much you mean to me by doing something else? Something you and I will both enjoy, hmm?”

Expressing your approval with a hum, Yoongi wastes no time, meeting your lips in a feverish kiss. Gasping at the sensation of his wet lips trailing all the way from your cheek, down to your jaw then your collarbones and onto the valley of your breasts, you squirm impatiently underneath your boyfriend.

“Patience, darling,” Yoongi chuckles, sending you a flirty wink as he gets down on you, teasingly pulling at the waistband of your shorts before removing them. His gaze darkens when he notices your underwear choice – a lacy red thong just for him. You’ve meant to have him remove it from you once you reach the hotel in Amsterdam, but doing it in a jet seems just as hot.

When he gets the thong off of you, he quickly pockets it inside his discarded sweatpants by the end of the bed. Getting back to his task at hand, you’re unable to control the gasp that escapes your lips when Yoongi brazenly flattens his tongue on your bare core.

Keeping your folds open with two fingers, he curls his tongue around your clit, thighs subconsciously squeezing his head in between because of the stimulation. With one hand, he keeps your legs spread open for him. Alternating between your clit and your entrance, Yoongi makes sure not a single region of your core is left out.

Wanting to put your limits to the test, your boyfriend tentatively slides a finger against your folds, the coldness of your couple ring on his digit making you quiver to the bone. He slowly slides a finger in, prepping your hole for what’s to come. You plead for one more, fully aware that your greedy little pussy isn’t contented with one. Yoongi complies with your request at once, pumping his digits inside of you and occasionally curling them inside. That familiar coil inside you tightens with every second, and with one particular curl of his digit and his mouth on your clit, you reach your high.

Your body trembles with the intensity of your orgasm, and Yoongi won’t stop just yet, still licking long stripes on your cunt. Your boyfriend stops abruptly and rises, resting all his weight on his arms as he crawls forward and lowers himself to whisper something in your ear. “He’s awake. You want me to do something about it?”

Legs closing subconsciously while in thought, Yoongi gives you a few choices to ponder on. “We could pretend he’s not awake and get done with this, or…” Yoongi looks at you, carefully studying your facial reaction, “we could have another collaboration of some sort…”

“It’s really up to you baby, I’m honestly okay with both.”

You raise your eyebrows at his statement, never really taking Yoongi as the type to explore your deepest sexual fantasies. But then again, Yoongi has always been one to support you in everything, even with your kinks. Maybe the idea didn't surprise you as much as it should have considering the level of trust that came with living with someone for almost ten years already.

Yoongi gently falls to your side for a moment as he lets you decide. “You know, Namjoon used to have a crush on you,” your boyfriend informs, twirling a loose strand of your hair around his finger. Now that was a surprise. “He did?”

“Mhmm. At one point, he even had you as his phone wallpaper when you released your second single.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I really don’t mind if you wanted to indulge him, you know, as an early birthday present? We actually had this kind of conversation a few years back and honestly, we’re both willing to try a threesome… what better way to do it with a person you trust right?”

The bluntness of his words catches you off guard - several trains of thoughts scattered throughout your brain. Namjoon had a crush on you? Birthday present? Threesome? How did you even get in this situation in the first place? Yoongi shifts a little as you continue contemplating, then you take notice of Yoongi’s bare lower half, cock still stiff and upright. Shit!

“You’re still hard,” you comment lamely, staring at his dick. “I know, and I’d greatly appreciate it if you tell me your decision quickly…”

You look at him again, checking if there is the slightest hint of uncertainty in his eyes. When you see none, you ask him again, “You’re really sure you’re okay with that?”

“Of course, as long as you’re comfortable with the idea. Honestly, I’m willing to have it any way because we still have a very pressing problem,” Yoongi points to his crotch, “and honestly, I think Namjoon is too. There’s nothing more that can turn a man on other than a woman’s moans,” he shrugs.

You want to laugh at Yoongi being totally nonchalant about this whole situation, but if you’d listen to your gut feeling, you’re sensing it’s Yoongi’s outstanding self-control that has him so calm and collected about this proposal.

Once you tell your boyfriend of your approval, he calls Namjoon at once. When the younger man won’t budge, you look at Yoongi who just shakes his head at you with a playful smirk on his face. He points at you then back to Namjoon, gesturing you to do the talking.

You gulp before saying a short plea to the heavens above. Surely, they’re bound to hear you better since you’re already in the sky right? “Joonie, darling, it’s okay to look. We don’t mind.” You cringe at the tone of your voice, surprised at how convincing you sounded while you were having an inner turmoil.

When you see Namjoon’s head raise a little, you subconsciously bite your lip in anticipation. Wanting nothing more than to see what he has to say about this. Yoongi probably senses his hesitation so he starts to speak, “It’s okay, she’s covered with a blanket.”

“But you’re not!” Yoongi juts his head forward, a grim look on his face. “As if you haven’t seen me naked before!”

“That’s different! T-This is a completely different situation.”

“Listen to me you kinky ass motherfucker, I just know you’re hard. I am too, and you know damn well it’s painful and uncomfortable. So, unless you want me to fuck her while you’re watching or pretending to be asleep, I suggest you take your clothes off and come here.”

“Are you both sure you’re okay with this?”

“Didn’t you just hear our conversation a while ago? I mean your bed is just a meter away.”

“I know, I heard,” Namjoon says, hands already at the hem of his hoodie, then instantaneously looks at the older one dead in the eye, “But, hyung, did you really have to call me out like that?! The whole crush thing and the wallpaper - jeez!”

Namjoon takes his phone out of his hoodie first, placing it by the window, then removing the rest of the clothes he has on quickly under your heated gaze.

“Try having a conversation while you’re hard,” Yoongi mutters, rolling his eyes. Yoongi scoots closer to you when Namjoon moves forward, standing with only his boxers left on. Your mouth waters at the outline of his straining bulge while Yoongi clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Why don't you show your Joonie what that mouth can do?”

The tall man makes a sound between a cough and a groan, and you lie on your stomach, crawling a little bit closer to come face to face with Namjoon’s crotch. You just know he’s longer than Yoongi judging from what you’re seeing, but Yoongi’s definitely girthier and fuck - the thought alone is enough for you to come undone, completely untouched.

Namjoon shivers lightly when you trace a finger along the length of his boner, placing a light kiss atop his cloth boxers. Impatiently, you hook a finger on the waistband of his Versace boxers. Holy fuck - you send another prayer to their hard stans, wishing them an equally intense life inside the bedroom.

His cock springs free, and you scoot closer, wanting to have a better look at his pretty dick. You get into action quickly, hand wrapping around the base of his cock. You place a kiss on the leaking head, before licking a wet stripe along the length of his shaft.

You get more confident when Namjoon inhales sharply at the simple action. A few more licks and you decide to finally take him in his mouth, gradually moving lower until you have at least a third of him in your mouth. Namjoon sighs, fingers carding through your hair as you pull your mouth off him with a pop. Once more, you sink down, shallow and easy as you tease the younger man.

The grip on your hair eventually tightens, goading you on and encouraging you to go deeper. Namjoon becomes more vocal when you pick up the pace, and when you go down all the way to the hilt, you pause for a moment, then swallow. “Holy fuck!” Namjoon cries out, head lolling backwards in pleasure. “God, I wish I had a girlfriend too.” Yoongi chuckles from behind you and you almost forgot he was there too with Namjoon’s pretty length keeping you preoccupied.

Yoongi praises you and calls you a good girl. Beaming at your boyfriend, he tells you to continue giving Namjoon the blow of his life. Under Yoongi’s compliments, you work harder, ignoring the slight burn in your jaw. Namjoon starts bucking his hips, desperately chasing his high in your mouth. As you feel that coil slowly forming in the pit of your stomach, you gather some of the blankets between your thighs, bunching them up against your cunt so you have something to shamelessly grind your folds with.

Namjoon’s breathing gets strained, and you feel a tap on your leg, causing you to momentarily stop with Namjoon. Yoongi says nothing as he tells you to flip over. Settling your weight on your elbows, you watch Yoongi hand Namjoon a silver packet. “You really think you won’t get caught wetting the sheets babe? You’re not the only who gets to have fun here.”

He peppers a few kisses on your things before placing a hand between, spreading your legs open. “What are you waiting for, princess? Wanna leave Namjoon hanging just like that?” Unsure of what he has in mind, Namjoon helps you guide his shaft back to your mouth. As Namjoon returns to a rhythmic pace inside your mouth, you feel Yoongi settling himself between your legs. Good lord, was this really about to happen?

Your back arches when Yoongi starts with light vertical licks from the bottom to top. You feel his hand trail upwards, gently caressing your breasts. You’re mewling by the time Namjoon increases his pace, and Yoongi starts and toying with your clit mercilessly.

The feeling gets too much when Yoongi sucks on your nether bud, then proceeds to tease your rim a little, using your essence to slowly ease a ringed finger inside your hole. Namjoon hisses with your every moan, the vibrations coming from your throat an added blessing to having fucked your mouth.

From your view, you see Namjoon’s balls tighten and seconds later thick ropes of cum slide down your throat and you swallow before pulling back and licking your lips. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Yoongi, once more, asserts his dominance, ordering you to get on your knees.

You feel your heart hammering against your ribcage in exhilaration, secretly hoping that this will finally be the day your deepest fantasies will come to life. Yoongi scoots over a little to lie horizontally on the bed. He calls you over, index finger curved like a hook to beckon you to ride him.

You move over to him in shaky legs, hooking a leg over his body to straddle his hips. “No, no, not facing me…” Yoongi waves his hand as he helps you up. “Facing him,” your boyfriend points to Namjoon whose mouth falls open in shock. Yoongi rips a packet open and rolls a condom onto his shaft.

“Hyung…” This was plain torture.

“I thought this was supposed to be an early birthday present for me?” Namjoon mumbles, scratching his neck with the small silver packaging between his fingers. “I know. But great things never came easy right?” Namjoon visibly deflates at the older rapper’s words. He had a point yes, but some points weren’t supposed to be applicable to all fields of life…

Not wanting to prolong your waiting any longer, you lower yourself onto Yoongi’s cock, inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside your warm, velvety walls. Your head falls back at the feeling of his cock inside you. Every time feels like the first.

Once you feel you’ve adjusted enough to Yoongi, you stabilize yourself on Yoongi’s thighs, sliding up until it’s only his head left inside before sliding back down. Your thighs get tired after a while, and Yoongi helps you by gripping your hips and thrusting upwards. As you move up and down and grind back and forth in circles, Yoongi calls Namjoon over just before you reach another climax.

“It’s about time you join the fun here, no? Joonie?” Yoongi playfully mocks the taller man, using your nickname for Namjoon to rile him up even further. You whine when Yoongi pulls out for a moment, closing your eyes as he places a quick kiss on your shoulder

You hear the ripping of a packaging and as you open your eyes, you see Namjoon near you until his thighs are hitting the edge of the bed. You let out a wanton moan when you feel Yoongi prodding his cock against your other hole, shallowly dipping the head in then pulling out. He repeats the action until he deems you’re ready, the slowly lowers you down onto his length.

“Namjoon…” Yoongi says breathily, having difficulty with his self-control with your rim having a vice-like grip on his cock. The other man in front of you doesn’t need to be told twice, slapping his dick against your folds. The action sends lewd sounds resonating throughout the small room, which only sends a jolt of pleasure down your spine.

Namjoon rests one of his knees on the bed, lowering himself onto your cunt. “Noona, you’re so wet. Fuck… I could just…” Namjoon finally pushes himself inside, “easily slide right in…” he lets out a deep exhale once he’s balls deep inside you.

You’re not doing any better than any of the men, thinking you could just orgasm from the fullness alone. And much to your surprise, you do. And both men keep their hands on you as you tremble like a falling leaf in autumn. “Holy shit!” Namjoon explains, staring at you with his mouth open. Once you stop quivering, they both ask you if you were still okay, and you take a breather before answering them, “I’m good. Just… nothing great ever came easy, right?”

You can practically feel Yoongi smiling from behind you. “That’s my girl.”

“Can I?” Namjoon asks, looking down to where your bodies are connected. You nod once, and Namjoon and your boyfriend start thrusting into you alternately. It doesn’t take long before you reach your climax again, with a ton of help from Namjoon who toys with your clit while snapping his hips into you.

They reach their orgasms not long afterwards. You let them ride out their highs until their cocks gradually turn softer inside you. Feeling spent and immensely satiated, you fall over to Yoongi’s side, falling asleep in mere seconds.

The two rappers collapse onto the bed, but sit abruptly sit upright when they hear a very familiar voice coming from Namjoon’s phone. “Fucking hell! That was the hottest shit ever!” Hoseok exclaims from the screen.

“You called him?!” Yoongi asks, hitting Namjoon’s forearm. “No! I- I must’ve contacted him while I put my phone there…crap.” Namjoon looked completely bewildered.

“Hyung, can I come to Amsterdam too? Please?!”

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llodblinky · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2:

Llod and the girls, X'tolzia and Cirina, are brought back to Ul'Dah to tend to their wounds and recuperate after the fighting they had just endured.

The following day, Llod wakes up in his room, having gone back to his home upon being treated and leaving the girls in the conjurers and white mages hands. He knew they'd be taken care of, but unfit to be on the move for a while. Having scrounged up what gil he could, went to the local market to grab a couple of flowers for both of them.

He picked out a couple that reminded him of X's fiery nature, and a few that complimented Cirina's line of work. Taking extra care amd notice to X's little bouquet. Once the sale was finalized he headed on over to the docs clinic. Once he entered he was greeted by the hyper girl at the front desk, Jaynee.

"Welcome back Llod, glad to see you're moving okay!" She exclaimed, her voice booming in the small clinic. "Oooooo, some flowers for those two girls huh? Aren't they just sooo lucky."

"Wha- its just a nice gesture is all." He says, slightly blushing out of embarrassment. "They took a worse beating than I did so its the least I can do to show my appreciation. And keep your voice down, it WAS a surprise."

Jaynee simply gave him a big grin holding a finger to her mouth, gesturing him to follow her.

"The doctor is with them now, there has been a complication with X'tolzia though. He can explain." A grim expression falls over Llod's face after hearing such a teaser. She opens the door, entering with Llod following. "Hey girls, look who I found. A caring and considerate gentleman, what a sweetheart ain’t he?"

"Seriously!? Again with this!? You're such a pain sometimes." He yells, looking away from the other two. "Hey guys, I brought a little gift for you two. It aint much but it's a token of my appreciation for your help." He holds out two bouquets and hands them over.

"Wow, they're so pretty Llod! Thank you so much." Cirina says infatuated with her bouquet. Her eyes sparkling. "You didn’t have to do that."

"Damn Llod, I had know idea you were holding out on me with your gil." X'tolzia shoots him a sneering look before laughing. "Ahahahaha, I'm kidding I'm kidding. They are gorgeous though, thank you." Her tone is sincere, and it makes Llod forget where he is for a few moments.

"Excuse me Llod." A tall Elezen calls out to him from the doorway.

"U-uh, y-yes, Wodrick!?" Llod spins around blushing hard from X'tolzia's thank you. Being gestured out of the room, Jaynee entering to tend to the two girls.

"Now" Wodrick takes a breath, his slim figure and sharp green eyes staring deep into Llod as he begins. "Cirina is recovering at a steady pace, I believe a few more days rest is all she'll need. X'tolzia on the other hand." He pauses "The aether flow in her body was disrupted, she no longer can use her left leg. A treatment is possible however, except that the required materials are not common and I haven't received any shipments as of late."

Llod's head hangs, she got hurt because of him. She wouldn't have been there if he had turned her away instead. But that no longer matters, what does is doing what he can to help her right now. He picks his head up, fired up.

"What is it? The materials, I can go looking for them and bring them back myself." He states, his gaze unfaltering. "Just point me in the right direction and I promise I'll bring it back, I have to. For her."

Wodrick, runs his hand through his shoulder length, white mane. Sighs, and agrees.

"Ok, its really only one thing I'll need your help locating. It's an herb that when its medicinal properties are combined with healing magicks, we can correct cut off or disproportioned aether flow with out bodies." He assures Llod. "Then I'll be able to correct X'tolzia's inner flow of aether."

This news brings a smile to Llod's face, he simply asks where its typically found. Wodrick says normally near the pixies home and Gridania. Llod nods and heads back into the room so he may part ways for now.

"Hey you two...Jaynee. I'm gonna have to head out now, and I wont be back for a while. Going on a little search for the doc in Gridania." He stops, not wanting to say anymore right now. "I won't be gone too long though."

"Gridania huh?" Cirina ponders. "Well if you ever need help, our parents live there and I'm sure they'd be more than willing to assist you. I even know a few of the resident archers from when I was among them. So if you need any help, just mention my name ok?" She informs Llod.

"Oh, thanks a lot Cirina, I'll be sure to ask for it when I get there." He smiles, then looks over to X. Her face of a brooding nature, her mind elsewhere. Overhearing their conversation with her enhanced hearing. Llod pokes her to snap her out of it.

"Gyah! D-don't do that, you know how easily frightened I get when I zone out." She shouts, blushing a bit staring at Llod. "Uh, well, that’s nice to hear though, about your little trip. I hope you return safely. I'd go with you but, obvious injuries ahaha." She chuckles, hiding her worries and fears.

Llod smiles at her, heads to the doorway, turns back and gives a small wave. Parting with them and heading to the airship landing.

Cirina and X are alone in their room now. She looks to her sister and waves for her attention.

"Hey X, are you ok? You've been a bit down even before Llod left. What's wrong?" Worry creeps over her face as she questions X'tolzia.

She is silent, the room still. Gripping her bed sheets tighter nearly puncturing the cloth with her nails.

"I just...I heard what they were talking about. And I knew it even before then. I cant walk on my left leg anymore." She pauses, Cirina's eyes grow wide in disbelief. "According to what Wodrick told Llod, the hit I took messed up my body's aetherial flow, and now my leg is unable to move."

"Is that why Llod went to Gridania then?" She asks.

"I don’t know, it got harder to hear with Jaynee being herself haha. So I'm assuming so, I just hope he comes back ok. Even if he can't help fix my leg." X'tolzia lays back down, turning her head to the nearby window.

"He'll be fine, I'm sure of it." She copies X's previous movements. "From what you’ve told me, he’s never one to let someone down right?” She turns over to look at X. “Pluuuuus, I can see he cares about you a lot sis. Even how much you like him. Mhmhm." She snickers.

"That's not even remotely true!" She exclaims, her face as red as a tomato. She fiddles with her fingers. "I mean, he is kinda cute and all, but we're just friends and comrades. N-nothing more Cirina." X'tolzia reassures but is terrible at hiding her feelings.

"If you say so sister." Cirina says in a mocking tone. "Goodnight~" She lays down for good, falling asleep only a few moments later.

X is still awake, thinking of the comments Cirina made regarding Llod. She ponders what he is doing now, if he is safe on his way to Gridania. She wishes he come back safe, as she does off to sleep.

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girls-scenarios · 5 years ago

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Dates at Home with Loona

Prompt: Can you drabbles about how Loona would dates at home with their girlfriend ?

A/N: I forgot how hard it is to come up with things for 12 members- but anyway I hope you all enjoy! Also this ended up being super long so I put it under a read more (for all that that does) - Admin Kiwi

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Haseul:

Haseul is kind of down for whatever you want

But she would enjoy dates at home

Especially if they involved cooking with you

Working hard to cook something delicious would be rewarding to her

And then getting to eat it with you over a candlelit dinner would make it even better

Especially if you were happy when you ate her food

The two of you would work together to wash the dishes and clean up

Although she would usually get distracted by the music she likes to play

Singing and dancing and splashing you until you laughed and joined in

Eventually, the night would draw to a close, usually quietly

Sometimes the two of you would watch a movie

But the two of you would usually do other things

She would like to play the guitar and sing to you

Because it made both of you feel at ease

And sometimes the two of you would chat over card games

Or a cup of tea while watching the stars

She’d like to tease you quietly, and you’d roll your eyes and tease her right back

She’d be the type to curl up into your side and rest her head on your shoulder

Content to spend the rest of the night in your arms, occasionally leaning up to kiss you

(And sometimes, she’d do just that)

Vivi:

Vivi is a very go-with-the-flow type of person

But she would really, really love to spend time with you at home

Especially once the two of you were dating for a while

She would like to cook with you

Although she would also love getting chicken delivered

She would chat quietly with you as the two of you ate

Telling you about her day and then listening to you with a smile as you talked about yours

She would also love, love, love to bake

Especially chocolate cakes or cakes of any kind

And usually the two of you would end up making and decorating a cake together to eat after dinner

A lot of times after dinner, the two of you would read together or do something separate in comfortable silence

Drinking tea and occasionally holding hands, just happy to be with each other

The two of you would usually then end the night by watching a movie

A huge movie buff, she would like to be able to talk to you about them afterwards

Excited to share her love of movies with you as the night drew to a close

She’d then kiss you goodbye with a gentle touch of her hand to your face

Saying “I love you” without actually saying it

Yves:

She would love hanging out with you at home

Quality time would mean a lot to her

Especially if it meant she got to try cooking some new, special, fancy recipe that her friends might not like

You’re a bit of a guinea pig for her recipes, but you get food out of it so it’s a win-win

She likes to drink wine or special drinks with you

And always lights candles on the table or puts flowers there

Because she’s a hopeless romantic at heart

(Even if she wont admit it)

A lot of times the two of you will drink after dinner and chat for a while

Sometimes out on balcony, or on the couch, or in the bedroom

Probably likes to get a little tipsy or drunk with you on some nights

Because she’s an adult and thinks it makes playing board games or watching bad movies a lot more fun

She definitely gets clingy to you as the night draws on

Kissing and cuddling up to you and even acting cute

(Again, she’d deny it if you ever told anyone)

A lot of times the two of you just end up spending the night

Because it’s nice and cozy together, and neither of you want to leave

And because a-few-drinks-in Yves makes it hard to leave regardless

Jinsoul:

At first, she would have to be in the mood for a home date

Just because she’d love going out with you so much

But after the two of you were dating for a while, she’d warm up to the idea

Finding that she loved just spending quiet, quality time with you

Although just how “quiet” these times are is... debatable

Because she talks. A lot.

Honestly she just loves hugging and cuddling and kissing

And home dates would give her the chance to do that all night without anyone complaining, so she’d love them

Sometimes you would end up looking over her shoulder as she showed you things she wanted to buy online

You’re 90% of her impulse control then

“Do you really need a cat banana opener?” “No, but it’s so cute!” “Please don’t buy that.”

Likes to end the night with reading or watching something with you while wrapped up in big, fuzzy blankets

Even during the summer

Cuddling up to you and whining for kisses every few minutes

It would be annoying if she wasn’t so cute, and if you didn’t know that it was just her way of showing that she loves you

Kim Lip:

She’d like dates at home just because she likes to chat with you

And what better place to do it than at home?

She’d also enjoy being able to just chill with you

Her hair up in a messy bun and dressed in comfy clothes with fuzzy socks

Not worried about anything and just happy to be with you

Eating would be a must

The two of you would probably just snack the entire time

Her favorite thing to order would be pizza

Until you got sick of it and demanded something else

Whatever the two of you did

Whether it be watch Disney movies (per her request)

Or play games or watch whatever weird YouTube videos she’s found

She would chat almost the whole time

Making jokes at the movie or trying to explain things or just talking

You would learn to love it, though, and wouldn’t even notice it after a while

Used to listening to her talk whenever she could

The two of you would usually end the night with a kiss goodbye

That is, unless one of you spend the night

Then the night wouldn’t end until much, much later

Chuu:

Dates at home would be rare with her

Because she just loves to be out adventuring with you

Or just out in general

She’s very hyper and full of energy

And she’d get kind of bored at home

However, she would like to play board and card games with you

Maybe over ice cream or a home-cooked meal

Especially if it’s after a long day of work

And she wouldn’t mind finishing up the night with a movie

Cuddled up against you and usually wrapped up in a blanket

Whispering jokes about the movie into your ear

Although she would usually fall asleep before the movie ends anyway

It becomes normal for you to wake her up with a little shake and a kiss on the cheek

“The movie’s over.” “Oh. I fell asleep again?”

It’s so cute that you can’t get annoyed at her

Especially not when she gives you a sleepy smile and a kiss

“I had fun tonight. Thanks for coming over.”

Heejin:

Surprisingly, although she’s hyper too, she would love at-home dates

Growing up in the countryside, she’d understand the value of just hanging out and chatting with someone

Watching out the window with you as the world went by

She’d like to do crafts or try new things when you came over, though

“Hey, I saw this video on how to make couples bracelets, want to try?”

Honestly, she always makes a huge mess

Especially when she wants to try to cook something new

But the outcome is always cute, and it’s fun to try things with her

So you don’t complain

She also might play the guitar for you and sing, if she’s been working on a cover for a new song

She always goes to you for your opinion first

The two of you usually end up cuddling and chatting

Snacking on whatever the two of you made that day as you tell each other about everything going on in your lives

Sometimes one of you will stay the night, sometimes not

But she always gives you a smile and a kiss at the end of the night, no matter what

A little token of her love for you

Hyunjin:

This girl is... kind of weird

One night, the two of you might have a normal dinner and chat

And then the next, she wants you to help her try and see if she can eat bread while standing on her head

She’s also not really one for home dates, unless it’s raining or snowing outside

If the weather’s bad, she’d like to grab a bunch of blankets

And sit near the heater with a cup of hot tea or cocoa

Wrapped up with you while the two of you watch the rain or snow outside

Chatting and making jokes in the warm cocoon of blankets

Otherwise, the two of you would usually end up eating some sort of dinner

(Usually takeout, she hates cooking most of the time)

And then playing games

She definitely has a mini table tennis set

She beats you every time, because she has too much energy

But she also sleeps early, so she kicks you out before it can get too late

“Goodnight, I need my beauty sleep.” “Well I love you too, Hyunjin.” “Hey! You know I love you! Are you dissing me? Wanna fight?”

This is why you usually go somewhere to tire her out before going home

Choerry:

Choerry is another one who wouldn’t really like at-home dates

She’s too bubbly and full of energy to stay stuck inside

So these dates would usually only happen after a day of work

Or a long week, where she might just want to rest

Even then, she would be full of energy

Asking you to watch a new YouTube video she found

Before chatting your ear off about her new interests

She hates sitting still and lazing around

So that’s is why these dates would usually happen at night

It’s the only time of the day where she wouldn’t mind sitting down and resting

The two of you would probably order takeout and chat late into the night

Probably looking out at the stars and trying to find constellations

Although she would just end up finding weird shapes to make you laugh

The two of you would eventually end up in the living room cuddled together

Either watching some weird anime movie that she’s recently found

Or just talking about things

Until she notices the time and tells you that you need to go home to sleep (even though you know that she wont be sleeping any time soon)

Go Won:

Although her favorite dates would be shopping, she would like dates at home too

Especially if you brought her flowers when you came over

(They always die quickly, she doesn’t know how to take care of them, but she likes the way they look on the table)

She always likes to talk to you

But it would depend on the day for what the two of you would do (other than talking, that is)

Sometimes she’d like to play video games, other times watch movies

You’d always be subjected to watching lots of Oh My Girl videos, though

“You haven’t seen this fancam yet, have you?” “I feel like you showed me this before.” “Oh well, let’s watch it again.”

She definitely has Dance Dance Revolution and LOVES to play it

Probably has embarrassing videos of you dancing on her phone

She has a very specific taste in movies

So she mostly just wants to watch the same ones over and over

The two of you play rock paper scissors to see who chooses the movie

Because you got tired of watching Hunger Games over and over

Usually at the end of the night, the two of you end up talking until some really late hour

Until one of you either has to go home, or spend the nigh

Olivia Hye:

If the two of you are at home, it’s video games

She loves playing video games, especially with you

Shoulders touching on the couch as she laughs

Amused by the way you’re playing the game

She’d tease you for losing but then immediately let you win

Or watching someone else play video games on YouTube while cuddling with you

Honestly, if you want to get her away from video games

You’re going to have to take her out of the house

Or distract her with food, any food will do

Acts like she wont share her food with you but does anyway

She would also enjoy just sitting with you after the games were done

Tangled together on the couch and talking about anything and everything

“Hey, do you think spiders have ears?” “Why are you asking me that?”

She’d usually end up falling asleep on your arm only to deny it later

“I was resting my eyes!”

She would try her best to stay up with you

Even if it made her a little grumpy

Still, it would be cute, and you wouldn’t mind letting her rest for a while before you had to go

Yeojin:

She’s a homebody at heart

So she would love dates where she doesn’t have to leave the house

Especially if she can just lay around in sweatpants

“Let’s just lay on my bed and chat.”

She would also like playing video games

And she seems like the type to fall down YouTube rabbit holes

Both of you watching videos for hours before you realize how far you’ve gone since the original video she wanted to show you

“Just one more video, I promise!”

But she would also be down for board and card games as well

Blanket forts would also be a thing

Because eventually she’d get tired of just laying around

And would want to do something with you

Also she saw it in a movie once and thinks it’s THE cutest thing to do

She’d also like painting your nails as the two of you hung out

Or painting her own nails, if you didn’t want any

She would usually be doing something with her hands, even while laying down and resting

Full of energy but also lazy at the same time?

It’s fine though you love her

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lesbianmonsterlover · 6 years ago

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NSFW Forest Goddess x Female Reader

Beware giving flower crowns to strange animals, and make sure you know the meaning of the flowers you’re giving so freely.

The forest has always been kind to you. Ever since you were a child, the forest behind your grandmother’s house had been full of light and laughter. While many children from your village were told to stay away, that thought reinforced by their encounters with skunks and bees and spiders once they’d crossed the threshold into its copses. You, however, always seemed to be welcomed with open arms.

It began when you were little, weaving flower crowns from the wildflowers at the edge of your grandmother’s property. Everything got one; the fallen log you were sitting on had a pretty purple wild lavender crown haphazardly draped over the broken protrusion of a branch, the pile of large boulders had a few though you felt bad you couldn’t make one large enough for it all at once, the dense tangle of brambles alongside you had one carefully woven through its thorns, and while you weren’t sure what was going to get the crown you were working on now in a riot of colors you were still having fun crafting the lush head wear. You’re momentarily distracted by a pale white deer, with the most piercing red eyes. It looks at you warily, but you give it a gap-toothed smile and glance between it and the flowers with hope. You greet the deer, chattering at it aimlessly as children are wont to do, your brief discussions of your family interspersed with exclamations like “you’re so pretty!” and “I really hope you stay until I finish my crown, I want you to have it!” The doe’s eyes soften, you were taking care not to pick more flowers than you needed for each crown, looking through the blooms in the field until you found just the right one. You were clumsy, and the crown wasn’t perfectly stitched together, but you finally close it into a circlet. You smile and hold it out towards the deer. “I’d like to put this on you, but I don’t want to scare you...I wish you could understand me.” You grumble, looking down at the crown with a pout. The cold nose of the deer pokes you in the side, making you giggle, and she seems to sniff at you, snuffling up the side of your body and into your hair. She leaves a wet lick on your cheek and you laugh, a bright happy peal, before placing the crown on the deer’s head. It stays for a while, lying next to you while you lay back in the grass watching clouds and butterflies.

You hadn’t seen the deer since then, although when you returned from that little outing your grandmother just smiled knowingly and told you to be careful of who you gave tokens like that to. She left you the cottage on the outskirts of the small village in her will, and while your parents were sad to lose you they understood your need to be there. It had always been where you were happiest, your grandmother knew that and your parents know that. It had only been a few weeks since your grandmother passed, but it still took several days to get the house back to a liveable condition. The feather mattress was a luxury you were going to take advantage of, and you went to sleep those first nights exhausted and proud.

The third week in your new home the gifts started appearing. At first you thought it was the crows you’d been feeding, bringing you little shinies and presents. They were brilliant birds, and they’d taken to protecting your newly planted garden from the worst of the insects that would bother it, while leaving the healthy ones be. A perfectly smooth shiny stone from the creek, a collection of pretty feathers of all colors and sizes, little flowers, but when the first flower crown appeared you knew that this couldn’t have been the work of the crows. You blushed, wondering who would be leaving you such a trinket considering you just moved here. Men had never interested you, you had always been much more drawn to the soft and varied forms of women. You were hopeful that the flower crown meant the bearer of these gifts was a woman, with lithe hands to weave together them stems so tightly. You got to work on an answering gift of your own, daffodils, daisies, and gardenias woven together into a crown of their own. A thank you on your end, but when you learn their meanings you may have wished you’d known the language of flowers beforehand.

That evening you leave the crown outside on the first flat paving stone where the offerings were laid for you. You’re a little giddy as you do your mending by the firelight, wondering who your admirer might be, what would she look like? You’re so distracted you manage to stitch the dress you were mending to the slip you were lounging in. Despite the excitement the luxury of your bed helps you into sleep fairly quickly, and you wake at first light excited.

You’re too nervous to get to the backyard, foregoing getting dressed completely for simply washing your face and putting on a soft robe that swishes around your calves. Unthinkingly you grab the flower crown that had been left for you the day before, trailing your fingers over the soft petals before placing it on your head, your sleep mussed hair tangling with the flowers in a natural way. The first step onto the cold paving stone makes you shiver, nipples pebbling and arms wrapping around your middle.

You stop, slightly startled as you see what looks to be the spitting image of the pale white doe you met all those years ago as a child. Your flower crown from yesterday is resting on its slender head, carefully placed between its ears. You break out in a small smile, perhaps a little disappointed that your admirer hadn’t shown themselves, but you couldn’t say you were too upset to see the beautiful doe again, with her intense red eyes. She seems to prance a little when you step out the door, graceful steps making light clicks along the paving stones. “Hello there, I think we’ve met before.”

The doe’s eyes seem to light up, although you’re sure you must be imagining things. You giggle when the lithe animal presses its cold nose against your stomach, snuffling up the center of your chest and over your neck, giving your cheek and affectionate lick before nuzzling you with the butt of her jaw. Your hands come up instinctively to pet along the neck and shoulders of the tall, slender animal. “I don’t suppose you know who’s been leaving me such lovely gifts.” The doe finishes nuzzling your face before prancing back again, staring at you with a slightly cocked head. You’re sure you must be dreaming as the snow white doe melts into a tall willowy woman, easily nine feet tall, nude with small pert breasts capped with pale pink nipples. Her hair is as white as her pelt and hangs pin straight down to her ribs. The intense red stare captivates you, those eyes have never been those of prey, no, she was very much a predator, but the gaze was full of warmth and even mirth.

The splash of color that was your flower crown remains on her head, looking like a circlet of jewels as the sun glints off of the morning dew. It’s at that point you register that at her hips the gentle flare turns into a strong but slender pair of deer’s legs, the same white as her pelt perched on dainty black hooves. She tilts her head at you quizzically, movements so fluid as to be almost unnatural, and her pale pink lips quirk into a soft smile, softening her cool appearance. You gape at her, holding your robe tightly closed and feeling suddenly completely inadequate in the face of this probably-quite-literal goddess. Her smile widens and you suddenly notice a mouthful of razor sharp teeth glinting, although instead of scaring you it simply intrigues you. If this beautiful being wanted you dead or gone you would have been by now, but she’s standing in front of you smiling at you with the affection of a long-lost lover.

“My love, I have waited for this day for many long centuries of my life.” She steps closer to you, a pale hand cupping your jaw and tipping your face up towards her, the kiss she gives you is tender and longing, those slender long fingers gripping you firmly and slanting her mouth against yours as you melt into the kiss. Your hands feel the smooth curve of her waist and the flare of her ribcage, pressing your body against hers.

You’re distracted enough by her kiss to miss the fingers of her free hand deftly undoing the belt at your waist, and in fact you don’t notice until the robe drops off of your shoulders to pool at your elbows, leaving your breasts exposed to the cool morning air, nipples pebbling in chill. Her looks is dark and hungry as she takes in the contrast of her impossibly pallid skin against your own tone, her long fingers brushing the robe off your arms leaving you in nothing but the flower crown this wonderful creature wove for you.

“My love, my life, I promise so long as you are mine that I am yours, so long as I draw breath so may you, so we will never be parted by the ravages of time.” You’re at a loss for words as this goddess promises herself to you, asking for nothing but your heart and soul in return. You’re thankful she doesn’t expect you to respond past tilting your head up, pleading for a kiss. When you mumble ‘I love you’ against her lips as she kisses you her hands and lips become more eager. Those thin fingers caress your breasts, teasing your nipples and tugging, making you whine against her mouth. Those soft tender lips and sharp teeth move down your jaw and neck, and she gives a pleased hum when you bare your throat up at her willingly.

You’re expecting the bite to hurt, but as is later explained to you your willingness to bond your life with hers allowed it to be painless, the magic of the forest that flowed through her wanted her mate to be comfortable. You feel electric as something pours into you through the bite, withering with pleasure in her arms as she begins to lave over it with her tongue. Caging your face between her hands she kisses you again, you can taste the coppery tang of your blood on her lips and tongue but it isn’t unpleasant. Your hands brush up over her ribcage and cup her small breasts, her softness just filling your palms and pushing her nipples into their center as you touch her. She hums against your lips, lithe fingers tangling into your hair tightly as you kiss and caress each other.

You don’t quite remember how you got here, laid out reverently on a bed of wildflowers while this goddess worshipped you with her lips and tongue. You failed to notice her walking you forward into your field as you were too engrossed in kissing her to notice. Your fingers grip at fertile soil as your goddess closes her lips around one tender nipple. The suction starts lightly, her tongue just teasing across the tip as the sharp points of her teeth press teasingly into the flesh surrounding it. Her cool fingers skate down your stomach, dipping teasingly into your belly button before continuing down into the thatch of hair on your mound. She squeezes the plush flesh she finds there, making you moan and arch your hips. Two of her slender fingers press between your labia and you feel her grin around your nipple when she discovers how wet you are before she quickly switches to begin sucking on the neglected bud of your other nipple. Her fingers tease up to your clit, tapping gently on the button until you whimper at which point she places one finger on either side, tugging upwards to pull back your clitoral hood and expose your raw nerve to her touch.

Pulling back from your breasts entirely she grins down at you, her red eyes almost black with lust, before she leans down at an almost agonizingly slow place to press her tongue fully against your exposed clit. You scream in pleasure, your hands pulling out of the grass and blindly grabbing at your goddess’ head. She almost purrs against you when your fingers brush over the points of her ears, making you return to them to stroke and caress them while you moan your pleasured encouragements at her. She redoubles her efforts, and you almost feel like you’re falling when she presses two of those impossibly long fingers into your channel and crooks them upwards just so to press at the spongy flesh just behind your pubic bone.

You hold your breath, tensing on a knife edge, and one more growl from her as she devours you whole makes you come apart, squeezing around her fingers as a flow of arousal leaks into her palm. She cleans you gently with her tongue while you try to catch your breath, legs weak and numb. You giggle when she begins kissing and licking up your stomach and across your breasts before leaning down to kiss you on the lips, letting you taste your own essence on her lips as she plunders your mouth with her tongue.

Pulling back and rearing up to her full height she straddles your chest, thighs parted around either side of your head. “Our bond is almost complete my love, and I need you.” You can see that is the truth, the lips of her sex are puffy and glistening with need, covered in a downy white hair that matches the rest of her. You lean up to meet her as she lowers down onto your waiting mouth, your hands reaching up to caress and grip at her thighs and hips, the soft hair of her hide and the powerful but slender muscles of her deer legs feel like heaven under your hands. You nuzzle your cheek into the down of her inner thigh as you place hot open-mouthed kisses along her slit. You nudge up with your nose, sighing happily as her labia part for you and your tongue slides a broad swipe from her weeping hole up to her clit.

Your goddess tastes like fresh nectar and sunshine, lightly sweet and floral and heady, you know you’ll need this taste as long as you live. Like a starving woman you start in, pressing your tongue up into her as your nose gently pushes and stimulates her clit. She sighs prettily, her long fingers tangling in your hair again as she rides your face. “Oh my love, my life, my everything.” She praises you endlessly, your warm lips and tongue, the beauty of your sparkling eyes staring up at her from between pale furred thighs, how long she’s waited for you. Using one hand you press your fingers up into her when you remove your tongue, and you feel her thighs begin to tremble around your face. Your lips find her clit, gently kissing and suckling on it as she begins to make beautiful, gutteral noises you’d never have imagined could come from such a goddess. Your efforts double, lips and tongue teasing and caressing over her clit while you thrust and scissor your fingers until she tenses like a bowstring and releases all over your face with a loud cry.

You’re panting beneath her, covered in her fluids and fully claimed, when she smiles down at you serenely. She carries you to a small stream you used to play in as a child and you help wash each other while she tells you how she chose you. “I remember when we met, I had come to see if you were going to be as much trouble as the other children from your territory. Hurting my animals and plants with no cause, leaving behind their debris to choke out my children. But you, my little lilac, were making flower crowns for my things, and took care when you wanted to give one to me. You respected me, and my forest, and I’ve watched over you since whenever you were within my lands. I have been waiting for you to come back to me, my lilac, and I am so happy you accepted my proposal…” she trails off, touching the flower crowns somehow still inexplicably on each of your heads. “So long as we have each other these will never die, although they will wither and bloom anew with each season they will endure as our love.” And so they did.

#terato #monster love #female reader #fem reader #forest goddess #goddess #wlw #lesbian fiction #deer goddess #albino deer #exophilia

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brandonxdylan · 7 years ago

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Terminal Bliss (1990)

Around season 5 of my premiere binge of Beverly Hills 90210, I decided that I was officially obsessed with Luke Perry, and while riding one of my crush highs, I purchased a VHS copy of his first movie called Terminal Bliss, which has never had a DVD or streaming release. It wasn’t cheap, but now that I’ve watched it, I feel like it was worth it. You know those store brand colas that always try to look like Coke but are always conspicuously, almost subversively...off? Well, Terminal Bliss is to Bret Easton Ellis’ Less Than Zero, as Dr. Skipper is to Dr. Pepper. I don’t think I can put it any clearer than that.

But I’ll try. What follows is part review, part commentary. I know it really has nothing to do with 90210 besides the fact that it stars Luke Perry (who, for the record, is basically playing Dylan McKay here, albeit a version of him with less fucks to give), but I figured this is the best place to post it, because I know I have a few followers who share my love for our reigning Fred Andrews.

We open with some moody shots of a boat drifting on a lake at sunset, and some kids playing in the twilight as Alex, our narrator and protagonist (although tbh you won’t be rooting for anyone in this film) provides a voiceover about the time he witnessed an accidental suicide. It seems while he was a child playing in a tree, a man came up and tied a rope around a branch, planning to hang himself. But the branch breaks, and he falls to his death instead. I’m not sure if this is supposed to be real or just a metaphor, but either way it’s super pretentious and heavy-handed (as is the rest of the movie), and it will come into play later, so hold that thought.

We then transition to Alex and his friend John (played by the reason for this post) as they play lacrosse. Alex and the new girl in town, Stevie, make eyes at each other. John asks Alex, “who’s the bitch?” and follows it up with, “you fuckin’ her?” Just the first of many classy lines courtesy of John/Perry, and I’m not complaining.

After this, we move into meeting the other members of their crew, including the improbably-named Bucky, a freshman at Ohio State who deals drugs, as well as his girlfriend and “best customer” Kirsten. Also Craig, played by the late Alexis Arquette(!) who is a huge Grateful Dead fan and who seems to lift right out of this circle of friends, but is also the only one who gives a solid, believable performance and actually manages to be likable. While out for a drive, John gives Stevie acid, apparently for the first time, even though Stevie seems to have a thing for Alex, who makes eyes at her once again. Alex says in narration that because he wanted her, so did John. Also, now seems like a good time to apologize for the shit quality of these screencaps. I’m not working with primo sources here, folks.

They then go this club (which seems to have an apocalyptic jungle theme) where Stevie and Kirsten waves their arms around dreamily together.

Kirsten says she’s into Stevie’s necklace, and Stevie says without a hint of irony: “my daddy made it for me. He’s dead now.” Then they all do blow and John brings Stevie into some sort of bathroom? Storage room? Anyway, they have sex, right there in the club, surrounded by lava lamps. Alex watches (creepily), and it seems like Stevie sees Alex too, but neither one says anything.

A few months pass, and it’s established that John (sporting an adorable scholastic look: see below) and Stevie have become an item, which stresses out Alex, who tries to deal by journaling(!!) This bites him in the ass, though, as it seems he handed in his angsty, bitter, drug-fuelled musings as an English assignment (sensible), and his teacher (appropriately) interpreted them as a cry for help and showed them to his mother. When informed of this, he calls his teacher a “lying antagonistic bitch” in front of the whole class, and is promptly hauled into a parent-teacher conference where his mom says that Alex “has become arrogant and sarcastic.” I love it. Alex is told to apologize to his teacher, but requests an “alternate path.” This is the point at which I realized that Alex is a pretentious douchebag, and no, there is no redeeming character arc to come. Alex then says he’d prefer to be suspended, is suspended, and then threatened with rehab, which he likens to being “burned at the stake.” Like...what did you expect? Also, he says that Stevie had an abortion, and John makes creepy eyes at Stevie’s freshman sister Tanya. Both of these things will also come into play later. Sort of.

Back at Chez Alex, Alex’s Siouxie Sioux-looking mom goes for a tan in her home tanning booth, as yuppie mothers are wont to do, but not before taking a Valium, which seems like a real bad idea. She tells Alex that he has to stay and watch her to make sure she doesn’t fall asleep. He does, for a minute, but then he starts getting existential, and wishing that he was aborted like Stevie’s baby so he wouldn’t have to go to rehab. Jesus Christ, Alex, grow up. Anyway, it seems like in the midst of all this, he leaves because we hear the door close, a buzzer go off, and his mom scream his name so like...is she okay? We don’t know and it’s literally never mentioned again.

At John’s super bougie graduation party, Stevie gives Kirsten her dead-daddy necklace as a token of their friendship.

After John notices Kirsten wearing it, he hits on her, but she rebuffs his advances. John: “What, a guy can’t cop a feel in his own house?” Then Kirsten implies that it’s not that he hit on her, it’s that he’s doing so “in front of the whole world.” K. But it all turns out to be a moot point anyway because Bucky walks in, which ends the conversation.

Alex gets out of rehab just in time to make it to the party, and they all go for a joy ride in the new Porsche that John’s parents gave him as a graduation present. Here, yet another reason why John is basically just Dylan McKay. Also, Stevie pulls a Footloose and almost dies but it’s chill.

They go for dinner at Bucky’s dad’s country club, where Craig does a shitload of acid, and John is a dick to Stevie, who seems to be losing interest in him. When John invites her to go to the wine cellar with him and do some blow, she refuses and so he grabs Kirsten instead, calling her a “snow bunny,” which I think is the cutest way to say “coke fiend” that I’ve ever heard. And naturally, they do each other, in addition to the blow.

Meanwhile, at the table, tensions flare inexplicably between Bucky and Alex, who puffs on a cigarette and chews the scenery like it’s turkey jerky as he rips Bucky a new asshole for no real reason, calling him out for being a privileged asshole who is destined for a life of suburban mediocrity. Jesus Christ, man, what did Bucky ever do to deserve this unwarranted tirade? He’s not even a villainous character. He’s barely even a character at all, he’s been on screen for like three minutes total at this point.

But Bucky does not take this lying down, and snatches the wig right off Alex’s head, calling him out for basically being just as privileged as he is. It’s the pot calling the kettle platinum, if you will. Anyway, their bitch-fest is interrupted by Craig who has a coughing fit (because of the acid? I guess that could be a thing). Alex takes off, followed by Stevie, and the two inadvertently interrupt Kirsten and John having sex in the wine cellar (as you do). Alex straight up sees them going at it, And although Stevie doesn’t, she sees enough to suspect. She also sees the necklace she gave Kirsten sitting on the floor, and picks it up. Kirsten’s response to all of this is to ask Alex which rehab he went to, because she thinks she’s getting too addicted to coke. Like that’s her actual excuse for fucking John. Whatever helps you sleep at night, sis.

Later, John goes to Stevie’s where he again creepily leers at Tanya, who is sunbathing by the pool. He tells her that she arouses his Lolita complex. Ew.

Then Stevie waltzes into the backyard while eating ice cream right out of the tub. This will be a recurring motif with Stevie, as you will see, as her passion for ice cream comprises about 83% of her character. John says that he has a gift for Stevie and so the two go for a drive. First, he gives her a snake (wtf?)

Then, the real gift, which is a black, oversized t-shirt (which is oddly even more wtf than the snake). As she reluctantly puts it on, John gets all weird and handsy, talking about how his babysitter used to get changed in front of him and it turned him on, and then talking about how constriction is the worst way to die (is that what the snake was supposed to represent?) This is all presumably the last straw for Stevie, and understandably so, as she tries to break it off with John, who pins her down and is alternately angry and weepy as he confesses his love for her. Eventually she wriggles free and runs off. Run, bitch, run.

A few days later, Alex shows up at Stevie’s, interrupting a dream she was having about her giving birth. What follows is the most bizarre conversation in the whole movie. First, Stevie offers Alex ice cream (again, right out of the tub, natch), saying that it’s “creamy, and dreamy, simply to die.” What’s with the hard sell? Are you a brand ambassador for Häagen-Dazs or something?

In response, Alex chooses to ignore this entirely, and instead says: “You know, music is the ultimate form of expression.” THANKS ALEX, NO I DID NOT KNOW THAT BUT THANKS FOR BRINGING IT UP EVEN THOUGH LITERALLY NO ONE WAS TALKING ABOUT MUSIC. They then take a hard turn into talking about sex. To make things stranger, Stevie gives Alex her necklace, without explanation, and starts playing the piano (is that necklace cursed or something? Why does she keep trying to pawn it off?) Alex proceeds to say some egregiously pretentious things about her choice of music (Shostakovich, for the record), as well as her choice of rendition. Around this point, Stevie gets annoyed with Alex’s presence (which makes sense), but he placates her by finally accepting her offer for ice cream. “You know, I think ice cream’s better than sex,” she says. OF COURSE YOU THINK THAT. Alex says that he can’t really comment on that comparison “...since I’ve never had ice cream.” BARF.

Then John shows up in full Dylan-mode: drunk and bitter. He tries to get Stevie to invite him in for the night, which she refutes by saying her parents are home (which they aren’t), and so Alex drives John home. En route, John warns Alex that Stevie is “a manipulative bitch.” Alex then calls out John for being a douchey nympho, and then John calls out Alex for being a know it all. Calm down, fellas, you’re both right.

At the grocery store, Alex listens to Craig go off about the virtues of the Grateful Dead, while carrying around an eggplant. They then run into Stevie and Kirsten, the latter of whom is eating a piece of fruit. When Craig asks what it is, she says “I don’t know.” Reasonable. I mean who hasn’t just picked up a piece of fruit from an unlabelled bin at the grocery store and started munching.

Stevie tries to talk to Alex (IN THE ICE CREAM SECTION), who is predictably standoffish and rude. Be that as it may, Stevie invites him to her sister’s party, and he reluctantly accepts.

Also, as a stray observation, I just wanted to point out that Kirsten always seems drunk. I don’t know if that was an acting choice, if she was directed that way, or if it’s just the way that this actress is. But in any case, it’s both ineffective and endearing, and goes a long way in contributing to the borderline surreal vibe that this movie has. Like this clearly does not take place in our world.

At the party, Bucky talks to Kirsten about their upcoming European vacation, which she seems kind of “meh” about. Then John shows up, and Tanya says that although she wants him there, she feels weird because of his relationship with her sister. Then John says it’s cool because he never really liked Stevie anyway. Tanya seems to accept this happily, which is kind of a bitch movie imo but whatever. Then, presumably for the sole purpose of stirring up an already over-stirred pot, Alex shows up to return Stevie’s necklace to her in front of all of their friends, which seems to reveal to everyone that John and Kirsten had a thing, and that Alex and Stevie KNOW they did. This motherfucking necklace, I can’t with this.

Bucky and John exchange words, with John making some low blows about Kirsten’s drug habit and how it was easy to get her to sleep with him because all he had to do was “put her on the one gram cycle.” Ouch. Anyway, Bucky retaliates (deservedly) by pushing John into the pool (which I TOTALLY called by the way).

Tanya pulls John out of the water and takes him into a bathroom to dry off and tend to his broken lip. He compliments her perfume and asks if it’s Stevie’s, which I guess is supposed to solidify his obsession with her, and to explain(ish) what he does next. He says that Stevie told him that she has a crush on him, and she admits it. Then they start making out but Tanya gets second thoughts and tries to protest. John doesn’t stop, and proceeds to rape her, all the while muttering Stevie’s name. Yikes.

Meanwhile, Kirsten apologizes to Stevie for sleeping with John. Stevie responds by screaming: “YOU ARE DISGUSTING!” This causes Kirsten to break down, and she confesses that she’s really struggling with drugs (as she literally does a line of coke), and how her dad is sending her to Europe with Bucky to save the embarrassment of sending her to rehab. Stevie softens and the two hug it out.

Craig shows up at the party with an old VW wagon to say bye to his friends before he commences his tour with the Grateful Dead for a year. Why was he in this movie again? I mean, aside from being the only likable character and serving up this LEWK:

John finds Stevie and offers her ice cream (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) as a last ditch effort to get her to go to his lakehouse, which he’s been trying to get her to do for most of the movie. She tries to say no, saying that they need time apart, but when John insists that nothing will happen because Alex is coming, she has a change of heart and agrees to leave. That very minute, for whatever reason. I mean if it were me, I’d wait until the next day instead of leaving in the middle of this huge party I was throwing, but you do you. Before they go, Tanya shows up looking devastated, but won’t tell Stevie what happened. Kirsten agrees to look after her while Stevie’s gone.

At the lakehouse, Alex says in narration that he realized that inviting both of them was just a ruse so that he could get Stevie there. No shit. They take the speedboat out and John literally drags Alex all over the lake on water skis, ignoring his signals to stop until Alex faceplants into the water. Fantastic.

Later, Stevie catches Alex reading a book on existential philosophy and low-key calls out his overwhelming pretension. Alex then shows her lines he’s drawn on his arms where he would cut if he were *actually* suicidal. He calls it “necro-masturbation” and she’s understandably put off by this weird confession. Still, instead of heeding this as the final in a long line of crystal clear harbingers of the doom to come, she ignores it and stays.

That night, during a power outage, Stevie starts up a game of Twister by candlelight, which leads to some brief albeit appreciable homoerotic play between John and Alex, and later, a makeout session between John and Stevie. Surprise, surprise. But then, Stevie pulls away and says “that was goodbye.” Goddamn.

Alex muses about how changed John is, and how worried he is about him as he sulks off by himself. The next morning, John asks Alex for help tying up the speedboat. They row out to where the boat is, chatting about acid as they go. Meanwhile, Stevie wakes up and watches from the shore as John gets on the speedboat and tells Alex just how much he loves Stevie. Alex is not having any of it, however, as evidenced by this face:

John then admits that he poked a hole in his condom in order to get Stevie pregnant. Alex calls John a “bastard” in the most dramatic of all stage whispers, as John strips down to provide the patient viewers with the first and only shots of a topless Luke Perry.

Then John leaps into the water with a rope to tie the boat to its anchor. But his foot gets tangled in the process, and he can’t surface. Alex watches, as does Stevie, neither one doing anything. Although in his defense, Alex does effectively convey some conflicted thoughts on the matter. This goes on for a minute or two until eventually, John FUCKING DIES. Alex ties all of this back to the idea of accidental suicide as introduced in the opening scene: John seemed intent on killing himself with drugs, but killed himself in a different way instead...sort of...I guess. Alex posits that even if he did cut John loose, he would have killed himself with drugs eventually anyway. FAIR FAIR OKAY ALEX BUT MAYBE LET’S BACK UP TO THE PART WHERE YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HIM BUT DIDN’T? Like I know he was a disgusting rapist junkie but basically everyone in this movie is so like fuck off with that holier than though shit pretty please?

Alex and Stevie comfort each other in silence as the film ends.

Honestly, this movie was a fucking trip. It definitely wasn’t bad enough to earn the “so bad, it’s good” badge. It was bad in a more subtle way. I feel like if I had been doing as many drugs as these characters, I would have enjoyed it a lot more. But even still, it was far from a waste of time, and managed to be entertaining in spite of its lesser qualities, which include (but are not limited to) amateurish acting, a goddamn hot mess of a script, clunky dialogue, and of course all of the super hamfisted and on the nose plot points involving drugs, rape, and promiscuity that even Beverly Hills 90210 and Riverdale wouldn’t touch.

There were some things I was kind of into though. For one, it was actually really well shot. Like, genuinely, by any film’s standards. There were some cool creative visuals, and the whole film had a music video feel to it, which kept things stimulating. As well, like I mentioned at the beginning, the movie almost manages to have a surreal, Bret Easton Ellis thing going. If you’ve seen the film versions of Less Than Zero or The Rules of Attraction then you know what I mean. But unfortunately it’s just a much worse film than either of those. With a better script, better acting, and some general polish, it could have been on par with them.

TL;DR: If you’re a fan of Luke Perry (or if ANY of what I’ve included in this post appeals to you in ANY way), then I would low-key recommend Terminal Bliss. I could see this becoming a bad movie night staple if only it were easier to find (I do not necessarily recommend paying a small fortune for a VHS copy). Also, the song that plays over the end credits is kind of a bop and I recommend that even more than the movie itself.

If you’ve actually read through this whole thing, THANK YOU and GOD BLESS because I know this post is a fucking monster with limited appeal. But I felt it was my duty to write. Maybe I need to get a life, idk.

#also because i'm an actual moron i accidentally deleted this the first time i wrote it and had to redo almost the whole thing #so i mean if that makes you appreciate it more...#terminal bliss #luke perry #cannon films #cannon pictures #90s #movie #review #90s movie #vhs #vhs review #90s film #film #film review

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chidichidibumbum · 7 years ago

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Royal Family

FinnRey AU

Rey was an orphan, who was struggling to survive. Stealing bread from the local food mart and not getting caught was a skill she had mastered. Finn was adopted by a royal family when he was little. He grew up rich, but never loved or appreciated.

Now an adult, Finn was preparing for a wedding he didn’t want. It was arranged he marry a girl named Rose who was apart of the Resistance family blood line. Finn was apart of the First Order, a royal family no one liked because of their tendency to do cruel things. The marriage was arranged so the families could finally find peace. The families have been at war since Finn was born, the children got along though. Finn was already familiar with Rose, Poe and Ben who are the children of the Resistance family. Rose was nice, but Finn always saw her as a sister. She always had a crush on him, but she was like his family. He always wanted to be apart of the Resistance family, but not like this. Whenever he’d go home after hanging with his friends, he felt alone again. It was like he was trapped in a cell with no light. He would always gaze out the window, waiting for something, someone. Today he decided to go into town, his identity was never revealed. So no one would recognize him. He put on a cloak which was given to him by the Skywalker’s and headed out. It was a cloudy day, the ground was wet and muddy and the air, humid. Finn took a deep breath, the sweet smell of the air filled Finn with memories of the mud ball fights he used to have with Poe, Ben, Rose and his adopted siblings Phasma and Hux. As he walked down the street of the beautiful town he noticed an old homeless women on the side of the cobblestone road. He put three tokens in her hand.

“Bless you.” She said. Finn smiled at her and she smiled back, revealing her gums. A crash was heard from down the street. Finn ran to the rescue.

“What happened?”

“My bread! She stole my bread!” The men pointed towards a figure in a hood running off.

“HEY!” Finn yelled and began to chase them down, they were fast. They ran into the woods where the mysterious person in the hoodie tripped over a branch. Finn toppled on them and turned them around.

“Hey, get off me!” She squirmed. Finn took the bread out of her hands and stood up.

“That bread belongs to me!” She stood to her feet.

“No, it belongs to the nice man you stole it from.”

“What’s the big deal? He could always make more.”

“The deal is he’s selling it for a reason. To feed a family or for medical health issues, it’s not for people to just take. I’m bringing it back.” Finn began to walk away. She scrunched her face and grabbed his shoulder aggressively.

“Well maybe I have a family to feed too. You ever think of that?” They stared at each other for a while. The girl made an annoyed gesture waiting for a response.

“What’s your name?” He said pointing the bread at her.

“What’s it to you?” She grunted.

“Do you want the bread.” He said holding it up. She paused for a minute.

“Rey..” She said softly.

“Well Rey..” He held out the bread to her and she looked at him. “..you just bought yourself some free bread.” she slowly took it out of his hands, he pulled it back. “But, only if..” she sighed. “You promise me not to steal anything from anyone, ever again.” She didn’t say anything.

“So?”

“I can’t make a promise I can’t keep.” Finn looked at her with disappointment. She took the bread out of his hands and ran off. He watched as she ran through the trees. He made his way back to the town and paid the man the money Rey owed. After that he made his way to the Resistance Palace to hang out with the boys. He wasn’t allowed to see Rose before the wedding day.

“So, I went into town today..”

“What?” They both shouted.

“Dude, you can’t go into town!”

“Did you get caught?”

‘No, I didn’t get caught. But I helped someone today.” Poe and Ben looked at each other.

“This girl-”

“A girl?”

“Oooo.” They teased. They both knew how Finn felt about the marriage.

“No, no it’s not like that. She stole some bread from a guy and-”

“Did you get the bread back?”

“Or did you let her take it?” They teased again.

“I..let her take it.” Finn fiddled with his fingers. They looked at each other with big smirks on their faces.

“Did you get her name?”

“I did actually.”

“Well tell us.”

“Her name, was Rey.” They began to tease him once more.

That night after Finn went home he couldn’t sleep. He hadn’t thought about it until now, but Rey was really pretty. He wondered where she had run of to and if the bread was just for her. The next day he decided to go back into to town. Maybe Rey would steal some more bread. He waited then saw her walking down the other side of the street. Before he went to greet her he decided to see what she was up to.

He watched as she took an apple from a basket and made her way into the woods. Finn followed keeping his distance. It was a small shack with a metal door and a lock. She entered numbers and unlocked the door, before closing it she noticed Finn standing behind her.

“Are you following me?”

“This is where you live?”

“Oh my god, your following me.” She placed her hand on her head.

“I was just checking on you.”

“For what?”

“To-- see.. how you were holding up..”

“Your a creep.” She closed the door and locked it. For some reason Finn didn’t want to leave he sat and leaned his back against the rust wall of the shack. Listening to the birds chirp and watching the squirrels climb, he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.

He woke up to Rey staring at him. She didn’t know why, but she was touched at how long he stayed.

“How long have you been standing there?” He said rubbing his eyes.

“About five minutes. Why didn’t you leave?” As Finns eye’s adjusted he realized it was dark out.

“I have to go.” He quickly got up and ran back to the castle. Rey was confused as to why he was in such a hurry.

“Where have you been?” His adopted father, Snoke asked.

“I was just-”

“Do you know how late it is?” Finn lowered his head.

“Yes.”

“You know the rules. I don’t like to be disappointed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do it again.” Finn went into his room and dug his face into his hands. Rey was expecting to see him the next day, he never answered her question. Why didn’t he just leave when she closed the door? That’s what anyone else would’ve done. She picked up some rocks and through them around. Soon, she finally came to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to show up. That made her worry a bit. He was in such a rush to leave, did he get in trouble? She tried not to think about it, she barely knew him. Finn walked up to her.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Sorry I followed you the other day, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“That was weird..but I uh..” She stroked her hair. “Can I show you something?”

“Sure.” Finn smiled.

“Follow me.” They walked deeper into the woods and climbed up a steep mountain. It was a view of the entire town as the sun was setting.

“Woah.”

“I know right.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“I usually come up here to clear my head..this is better than royalty.” Finn gave her a puzzled look.

“There so busy with being rich and full of themselves. They don’t want to sit back and enjoy the things that don’t have a cost.”

“That’s not true.”

“How do you know it’s not?”

“How do you know it is?”

“Touche.”

“Why do you hate the royals so much?” Rey sighed.

“The First Order..they-” She paused. “Let’s just say they’re the reason I live alone in a shack..my family was poor. They had very little money to feed me or themselves. But, I was important to them so they did whatever it took to keep me healthy. Including stealing they got caught by the First Order for doing something I was too young to remember, they killed them right in front of me..and I was left alone.”

“I’m sorry.” Finn said.

She nodded holding back her tears. “You know.” Rey paused. “You never did tell me your name.”

“My name?” His heart began to pound.

“Yeah, I told you mine. It only make’s sense to know your’s.” Finn opened his mouth to say something.

“Finn!” he turned around.

“Poe?”

“Finn?” Rey asked.

“We gotta go.”

“How’d you get here?”

“Just be happy that I did and they didn’t, c’mon!” Poe grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

“Finn as in the First Order?” he heard Rey say as he was being pulled back to the castle. He looked at Rey, she looked disappointed and hurt.

“Wait, wait Poe what happened?”

“It’s Snoke man, he’s after you.”

“What why?”

“The wedding is being pushed to tomorrow.”

“What!”

“Hey was that girl over there Rey?”

“Poe, focus! The wedding is tomorrow why?”

“Snoke, he’s tired of waiting. It’s now or never dude.”

“But-” He rubbed his head. “I don’t want to get married to her. I can’t- I wont!”

“I don’t know what else you can do. If you don’t do it, you know what Snoke will do to you.”

“I can’t, Poe..”

“You really don’t want to do this huh?”

“No.” Finn nodded.

“Then you gotta run away.” Finn looked up at him.

“What?”

“You gotta run and don’t look back.”

“Okay.” Poe put his hand on Finn’s shoulder.

“We’re gonna miss you, man. Take care of yourself.” Finn ran back to Rey’s shack and knocked on her door. She opened her eye’s puffed.

“Rey, I don’t have much time-”

“Why didn’t you tell me who you were?”

“I couldn’t have! I’m not even proud of who I am! Rey..” He grabbed her hands and she pulled back.

“No.”

“Rey, I have to run. I want you to come with me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I know how you feel, I feel the same.” She failed to make eye contact.

“Please, Rey.”

“There you are.” Finn’s face turned pale. He turned around to find Snoke. Rey recognized him, he was the man who killed her parents.

“Come.” He extended his old brittle hands. He grabbed Reys hand and they ran off. Rey was frozen in fear, all she could think about was Snoke killing her parents as they ran. They found an abandoned house. Finn locked the door.

“We don’t have much time. They’re going to find us.” He began to look for a back door.

“Finn..”

“I’m sorry I brought you into this.”

“Finn.” He stopped.

“Where are we gonna go?” She softly asked. a sound came from outside. It was First Order soldiers.

“You have to go. This isn’t about you, there after me.”

“But, why? What do they want?”

“I’m supposed to be getting married.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to get married to her though. My fath- Snoke is forcing me to marry her tomorrow.”

“You- you can’t..” The soldiers barged in and grabbed Finn.

“Finn!” she cried.

“Just go! Run Rey!” Rey watched him get dragged away. She felt the same way she felt the day her parents had passed. She reached her arm out to grab him, but missed. She wasn’t going to lose him. She stealthily followed them. Running into Poe.

“Oh hey your Rey!” She grabbed his shoulders.

“They took Finn.”

“What? I thought he left?”

“We have to get him back!” Her voice trembling.

“Ok, we will! Don’t worry..I have a plan.”

Poe walked into Finn’s dressing room.

“You look good.” He smiled. There was a knock on the door. Finn opened to find Rose.

“Rose! I’m not supposed to see you before the wedding.”

“Stop it Finn. I know you don’t want to marry me. I get why, we’re more like siblings than...lovers. We don’t have to get married to be a family, Finn. We already are.” Rose kissed him on the cheek and left the room.

“Guess you dressed up for nothing.” Poe announced. Ben ran into the room.

“Hey, Snoke got arrested!”

“What?” They both said shocked, but happy.

“He didn’t want you to marry Rose because of peace. He wanted to take over the entire country and make it his own. By using you.”

“I’m not surprised.” Finn said. “What now?”

“I guess your king!” Finn looked at Poe.

“Go get your crown big boy!”

Finn walked down the aisle to get his crown while the Skywalker family watched. Luke Skywalker who was always like a father to Finn placed the crown onto his head and hugged him. Everyone cheered, but Finn wasn’t happy. He missed Rey. He heard the sound of the doors close down the aisle. It was Poe standing with her, he was standing with Rey! He ran to her and gave her a hug.

“So your king now?” He looked at her afraid to say yes. “Poe told me about what happened, it’s not your fault.” she added. He thanked Poe with a look and he nodded.

“You know, where there’s a king, there’s a queen.” Reys heart began to race as he grabbed her hands, this time she didn’t pull away.

“Let’s make this place better, together. That way you wont feel alone anymore.”

“Finn-”

“I won’t let you say no.”

“Good thing I was saying yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.” she said with a proud smile. Finn spun her in a circle.

“Go get ready girl!” Rose hollered from the audience. Rey scurried, about to do something she’d never imagine doing. She put on the dress looking at herself in the mirror. She’s never felt so important. As she walked down the aisle, not breaking eye contact with Finn. She knew as well as he did, this is a day they’d never forget.

#finnrey #rey x finn #finnrey au #finn/rey #finn #fanfic #fanfiction #rey #star wars #moodboard #finnrey fridays

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kappasigmalife · 7 years ago

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Desolate Caladium: Chp 4 Is this love or war?

Desolate Caladium: Chp 5

Is this love or war?

Callum had been very distant since he kissed me, all he does is keep to himself while were living out in the cabin, hes rebuilt the wall and stayed out for odd hours of the day only coming home at night. When he kissed me, he said he may love me, im so confused, its like theres multiple sides to him at every turn, the stoic, the loving, and the violent. I wish I could help him through this but I have no idea what goes on in a mages head. Evelyn said that the main problem comes from his lack of control over mana as a mage, but training for five years under a master should of helped him. This had only happened one time before when he and trev were out in the woods hunting and he got hurt while callum was looking for food. A beast came out of nowhere and callum just snapped breaking its neck in cold blood. She was watching from afar and saw the look in his eyes that told her to stay behind or she may be the next victim. I knew a simple hug wouldn’t help him snap out of the rage, it was something we had to watch and see. The more I think about it the more I notice that I do care about him. When we watched the snow he pulled away from me saying he was sorry for kissing me.

“its not something I can control, I don’t know what I feel anymore, all I know is I feel the need to help you every chance I get.” “then stay with me, your going to do the best you can.” “and what if I am the one to hurt you next”

That made me think all over again what It meant to hurt another person, weve traveled and hid for a long time since the death of the king, and were running out of money. Callum works day in and day out, never sleeping and trying to keep up the energy just to live. He visits Alfin and evelyn in the hospital repeatedly looking for the need to apologize but cant do a damn thing about it. Alfin wants a rematch but callum wont stand for it while hes recuperating. The madness I see in his eyes is nothing but a trivial matter in that state, it’s the power he unleashes that comprimises the sanctity of safety. Evelyn visits me in the day to talk and wants to travel with us in spring as a group considering none of us are capable of being on our own.

“its for the best desmond, were not here for any other reason but to survive in this bout of life.” “doing so will keep us in less danger, so please understand that I need to run this by callum.” “of course he will fully give support on a yes or no, but please we don’t have much time to spare.”

“I know and I will talk to him as soon as I can evelyn, its just he doesn’t seem to wanna talk anymore” “I know desmond, he must be sorting his feelings out, im sure he will be back to normal soon.” over the days going by, evelyn has shown me how to fight with the sickle and even sparred with me a few times, while I am still a novice I will learn to get better. She even made a chain for me to use as a long range weapon and got me a grip so my hand doesn’t get shredded. It was nice of her as I know with alfin in the hospital he wont be much help around so offering her food and a place to talk is fine with her. She does seem a bit worried of both of her friends and doesn’t seem to talk about trev as much as everyone else claims to talk about him as well. She says its cuase hes always distant and would normally just hang out with callum more often than not, but that might be cause they come from similar backgrounds and they saw each other as friends through commonality. Trev was the one who joined him during his training as a guard in case things went south. She said he was always a man after money and almost got callum expelled cause he was taking payment for guard duty of other mages despite it being against the schools rule of compensation.

Elsewhere in the kingdom, trev appears before a group of elders about his performance. He has been wanted for taking payment against orders and may face expulsion from the knights guard for it. The council perceives him as a threat due to his heritage and bloodline, being a vampire is bad enough but a orc dwarf mix is unheard of even in peasant families.

“dear trevant, why do you think its fine to take wares from those you work under as a job.” “to make a living, nothing more nothing less, I find no need to not accept a payment for a better job.”

“we found the pendent in your quarters, is this what you accepted as payment from that wanted murderer?” “I accepted the pendant as a gift from caladium when he left for training before I was sent over, a personal gift from a friend and comrade, nothing more.” “you think we will fall for that garbage, you let a murderer live regardless of the orders, high treason is what you committed, hence forth the elders have decided to exile you not only from the knights guard but from the kingdom entirely.” “fine with me this place was getting to hectic for my taste anyway, just another group of old folk looking to take down a new generation of progressive movement, heres my weapon and badge, im keeping the armor.” “be sure you will be escorted this evening outside the gate, wehre you go from there is your own issue.” “well thank goodness, I thought id be still here begging for mercy.”

Trev is led out to the citys outskirts and led away from the guards. As he looks back he shrugs his shoulders and shoulders his svardstav looking to the north. He recounts that he is happy to be done with being a knight as he found it too bothersome to save anyone based on an order and many of his so called targets were innocent bystanders, who happen to have crap loads of money. Reaching into his satchel he notices how much money hes got.

“thank you caladium and your magic stash.” trev walks down the dirt path as the snow begins to fall looking upwards he decides to head north before the holiday rush begins, knowing full well being alone on holidays is quite a pain in the ass. He traveled to a small lodging taking a black horse and leaving a small sack of gold in its pen stealing one of the swords from the mans armory and hauling off to the north.

I never thought much of the fact that callum was focusing on himself until it donned on me that he doesn’t have anyone to fight on even footing, at least without going crazy. His fight with trev showed me how skilled he is but also how far hes willing to go for the sake of saving his friend. i see the look in his eyes knowing full well he wont be around all the time for us and that the token of giving up a priceless artifact just to save our lives was not to taken lightly. He came to me for the first time in a few days asking if I wanted to go out to the trade market and shop around. Despite the lack of money, he wanted to get out of the woods and enjoy ourselves for once before the tourists pile in. evelyn chose to stay behind and wait for alfin to fully recover, I promised to get her a new coat as her royal one will remain to conspicuous against finding areas to hide out. I notice though that even as we walked, callum was quiet as ever but was at least smiling at me for the least.

“evelyn been teaching you well, your steps are quieter than before, and your getting more fit.” “well yeah more so im happy that your finally talking to me.” “I know, ive been thinking about what I did and how I either acted stupidly or if it truly was for the best I did it.”

“you didn’t have to do it you know, you didn’t have be kiss me like you needed to prove something.” “well it was an heat of passion, I was blinded by emotion and thought that maybe I had some feelings spilling out, but that wasn’t the case.”

He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to one of the shops, it was an apothecary that had rare herbs and minerals from far off lands. As I gazed around I could feel the energy was pure and whimsical to say the least. Callum had wanted this to be special for me, so he called in a favor from his friends outside the kingdom to make up for being so distant. In the back he set up a special meal for us with my favorite food. He lit the candles using magic and tossed a sphere to create an artificial moon over us. The night went on for hours as we enjoyed out meal and attempted to move past the problems that we were facing with new comrades and the guards after us.

“never in my life would I feel safer than with you.” “no matter how far one of us goes, the other shall follow til the very end.” “despite the time, I feel as though we knew one another once before.” “that might be the case, but regardless, here we are now.”

I felt his foot going on top of mine not letting me go and proceeded to take me by the hand as the light dimmed into the room. He swayed me across as if it was a royal banquet and held me close. I felt overwhelmed as no one has ever embraced me as such before. The night felt like an eternity as I felt his gentle hands on mine, he rocked me in the room all night kissing my forehead and telling me that he was right to kiss me.

“no more will I be afraid, you were the first man to show me the look of innocence.” “and you are the man who showed me how to be a stronger person, to protect and believe that I am meant for more.” “I missed you so much over those five years, I always wanted to see you but the kingdom had turned on itself and I couldn’t find a way out.” “and I only wished to pay you back the way you did for me so many times.” as we walked out of the building he took my hand and held me close, I never seen him smile so much from one night of fun. He pulled me as we started rushing in the streets, bringing me to a wooden path.

“I wanted to ensure that this night doesn’t end too quickly, so I found a spot we can relax at.” “you really don’t have to do all this.” “trust me youll love this.” as he pulled me through the brush and down the path, I could tell that things were getting somehow warmer, like not just in the air or his smile. I finally felt like someone cared after so long. When we reached the end of the path I could only see a massive emerald fire burning in a pit and blanket sprawled out. callum sat asking me to join him and showed me what he had done.

“I used some old runes I had to make a everchanging flame, as it burns it shows the emotion we both convey.” “that’s really sweet, I can feel its heat from here.” callum kissed me saying that he was happy I loved the idea, the two of us kissed as we both saw the flames going from green to a yellow, and then to a deep red.

“crimson red, the color of love and adoration , all that I give for you is what I wish to hold.” “so long at you are close to me I can feel nothing but the upmost care for a man I see as my eternity.” Callum laid me down and undid my jacket seeing me sweating from the fires heat. He swiftly took his off and continued to caress my neck. I felt my arms grabbing his shirt tearing it slightly. When I apologized, he looked at me with an intense look.

“no need to think you hurt me, for im going to love you until the dawn breaks.” he took my shirt off holding my hands as he played with my nipples and teased my pants. I couldn’t help but look as he tore his off showing off his husky physique and sweated chest, his hair down and his brown eyes staring deeply into me like garnet nuggets in a kiln ready to be smoldered. He laid me down and unzipped my pants and began sucking me off. I could feel no better sensation than ive ever felt. I noticed his pants getting tighter and I unzipped them revealing this throbbing dagger, wholeheartedly grabbing and stroking it making him moan. I pulled the pants off as we stared at one another naked under the moonlight as callum waved his hands and wrapped the flames of love around us.

“I want you to see the magic of both humanity and the love I burn for you.” I watched as the flames began enveloping into a vortex around us and he laid on top of me his his hair parted and smiling at me. I felt as he began teasing my virgin hole with his hands and tongue, he was willing to do so much for me, and I could see the man I saw on horseback all that time ago, ready to make love for the first time. he held my hand as he made love to me, thrusting gently and slowly grabbing my waist and kissing me calling me name. the flames changing from red to yellow to a heavenly white. It was a perfect site to behold around me but the real sight was the man I wanted to see gazing into my eyes. He never topped pleasuring me even when he was the one doing the work, he made me feel so good that night. He made me climax right before him and as he waved his hand the flames receded to the pit and continued to burn. With us embracing the sun began to rise.

“that really was a magical endeavor callum, thank you.” he couldn’t hear as he had fallen asleep, I parted his and kissed his forehead and nuzzled up to him feeling his heartbeat as we slumbered well into the day.

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