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a-llison-greyâ:
âIâm glad I donât really have to give up reading,â the Australian said, a smile turning the corner of her lips. âIâm pretty fond of that ability as wellâŚâ she trailed off, giving Niklaus a small smirk. Taking another sip of beer, she leaned back from her spot on the floor against the couch, Niklaus sitting beside her. âI think I would panic if I couldnât hear anything but silence all the time, but maybe thereâd be times where it was peaceful to not hear my constant chatter.â She furrowed her eyebrows in thought and feigned an internal struggle momentarily. She finished the rest of her beer and set it down on the floor next to her, reaching for a third beer and cracking it open with the bottle opener.Â
Groaning to herself, she lay back against the floor and stared at the ceiling, getting comfortable, knees bent, bringing the beer to her lips again. Her back ached from work and she needed to lie down. A small smile danced on her lips as she rested her legs in Niklausâ lap, an innocent gesture, as she listened to him speak. âAre you saying your thoughts are scary?â Allison asked curiously.Â
"Iâd have to deal with a very miserable best friend if this game was real.â giving up the ability to read would really be devastating for both of them, thatâs for sure. âOh yeah, Iâm the same way. I donât like silence. Never have.â he shook his head. Niklaus was the type of person that needed noise in the background, at all times. Even when he was sleeping. Having the fan on certainly helped a lot. âThatâs true though, you talk a lot. A nice little break from that constant chatter might be nice.â the blond teased jokingly, finishing off his beer and setting it down with his other empty bottle. âJust kidding. You know I enjoy a chatterbox best friend.â He smiled as she shifted on the floor to get more comfortable. Niklaus might have worked today, but he knew that Allisonâs job was a lot more exhausting than his was. âYou okay down there? Need a massage?â he playfully tapped his hand over her legs as she set them down over his lap. âI wouldnât say theyâre scary...just probably wouldnât want other people reading my mind. Just like I wouldnât wanna read other peopleâs minds. What if I read your mind and found out that you actually secretly hate me huh? That would suck so bad.â he teased.
a-llison-greyâ:
Allison enjoyed the habit theyâd gotten into, where Niklaus didnât even feel the need to let her know he was coming over. He knew when she got off work (she worked a twelve hour shift at the hospital in the NICU) and generally what she did, which was grab a cup of coffee and sometimes have a few drinks after work. Allison currently sat at the piano, playing Chopinâs Ocean Etude in between drinks of beer. Stilling her fingers against the piano, she reached for the beer and took a swig, turning towards Nik at his question, looking down at him as he sat on the floor.
Clicking her tongue slightly, she gave a small shake of the head and a groan at his question. âThat would be a horrible situation, for one,â Allison began, trying to seriously think of how to answer it. âThatâs akin to asking if Iâd rather never hear or never see againâI guess Iâd rather never read again. It would break my heart to not be able to hear music,â she gave a shrug of her shoulders. And plus, Allison could play by ear, so while reading music helped a lot, she would still be able to play. âWould you rather be able to read thoughts or time travel?â Allison quipped as she got off the piano bench and joined Niklaus on the floor, throwing out a random question, crossing her legs and bringing her second beer to her lips to take another sip as she looked at him intently with a grin on her face.Â
Listening to Allison play music on the piano was always a good way to relax. He could listen to piano music for hours and never get tired of it. He looked back at Allison when the music stopped, taking a moment to down a bit of his own beer as he waited for an answer. âI know. I think thatâs how the whole would you rather game works....you either give someone two really good options, or two really bad ones and see which one theyâd pick.â Niklaus teased, nodding in agreement to her answer. If he had to choose between the two, heâd definitely go with the no reading option. The man couldnât live without his music. Heâd go insane. When she gave him two options to choose from, Niklaus didnât need much time to decide which one heâd pick. âOh, time travel for sure. Itâd be fucking cool to go back in time and have a meal with like....an ancestor. Or even travel into the future to see what Iâm going to be missing out on.â he shrugged his shoulders, laughing lightly. âBesides, I can barely handle my own thoughts. Could you imagine having to take on other peoples thoughts as well? Sounds kind of scary.â the blond admitted with a small smirk.
{ { @a-llison-greyâ } }
It had become a habit now, for Niklaus to show up at Allisonâs apartment unannounced to hang out after work sometimes. He always needed to wind down after a busy work day, and drinking with his best friend always helped a lot. He was on his second beer already, sitting himself on the floor of her lounge room and leaning his back against the couch. His eyes had momentarily closed while he listened to the music playing. Loud music was always calming to the blond. Then again, music in general was calming to him.
Reopening his eyes again, Niklaus turned his attention back to Allison. âOkay, serious question here--- would you rather never be able to listen to music again, or never be able to read again?â he asked with a raised brow.
samantha-carlsonâ:
âI mean, I donât get the same kind of benefit that you get from me sucking your dickâŚâ Letting her eyes close slowly she attempted to stem the pain from her head thanks to the drinking, but it was utterly futile. They should really drink less, if nothing else the way they were dealing with the aftermath was testament to how they were getting that little bit older and didnât bounce back as easily. âOh please me screaming and moaning isnât exactly a new thing, Iâve always been pretty loud in bed, itâs because Iâm trying to contend with you.â Rolling onto her side the ballet dancer had every intention of giving him a lazy kiss but instantly regretted that decision as the movement made her head swoop nastily. Instead her hand just went across her eyes while she held the coffee in her other hand carefully. âBecause you love me and you want to keep me fucking happy, god youâre an asshole, I should tip this hot coffee all over you now just toâŚ.teach you to be nicer.â After pausing she looked at him with bleary eyes. âJesus, did you spike my drink last night or something? I need something to take the edge off thisâŚI need a drip.â
"Thatâs because you get a better benefit.â Niklaus heaved out a sigh. If it hadnât been for the sun shining in through the bedroom window, he would have still been sleeping through this hangover. Something he hoped could have happened. Getting back to sleep seemed almost close to impossible now. âI mean, itâs definitely nothing new, but up until a couple of days ago, I hadnât heard it in awhile.â he pointed out with a small smirk, head turning as if to meet her half way for a kiss that never actually happened due to Samanthaâs head spinning. âEasy tiger. Donât make any sudden movements....no matter how tempting a kiss from me would be.â he teased lightly before slowly shifting on the bed so he could sit up as well. He leaned back against the headboard and grabbed his coffee again. âThat sounds like a very harsh punishment for being an asshole. You should be used to this by behavior by now.â he sipped his coffee before letting his eyes land on her again. âNo, but I definitely think we were trying to outdo one another on who can drink the most....which has now lead to these hangovers. Do you want something for it? Medication? A cigarette? Some water? I can provide all three.â

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samantha-carlsonâ:
âYeah how about you fuck off, now I know how much you like it you can be sure Iâm never going to say that again. Plus my mom raised me not to be a liar, so I canât in good faith say that Iâm hooked on everything about you. Sorry baby.â She loved the way he pulled her towards him even when they were just laying there in bed and the sex had finished, it showed a level of want that Samantha craved silently, hell that was one of the reasons she had been so easily sucked in by her fiancĂŠe. He kept telling her he would change and sheâd believed him because the girl wanted so badly to be needed. Sliding across the mattress she pressed her forehead against his as he moved her body closer to his, rubbing her nose on his cheek a little for good measure. âYour parents were assholes for doing that, but itâs okay, Iâve fixed the problem for them. It might take my parents by surprise a bit since Iâm still technically engaged butâŚwell theyâll get past the shock Iâm sure.â Sam joked, knowing the playful banter was just that, but still wishing it was something a little more. God she was pathetic and well aware of it. âYouâre going to need to buy me a big ring though, show how much you love me.â
"Ouch, hit me right in the heart why donât you?â Niklaus teased, holding his hand to his heart for a moment before the space between them on the bed was closed. He smiled at the way her nose lightly pressed up against his cheek, unable to contain a laugh when she spoke about his parents. It wasnât the worst thing his parents had done, but it was up there on the list of things heâd not wanted to do. Eleven year old Nik would have loved to stay in New Zealand. âIâm glad you fixed the problem. And hey--- is it still âtechnicallyâ engaged if youâre not with the guy anymore? Youâre in a whole other country.â he scoffed lightly. The idea of her still being engaged to a guy Niklaus now knew had mistreated her didnât sit well with him at all. âDoes the size of the ring indicate how much I love you hmm? I wasnât aware of this.â
samantha-carlsonâ:
âI donât know why Iâm not paid for blow jobs to be honest, I give enough of them away for free after all. Youâd be bankrupt if I charged you for each one Iâd given you in the lastâŚ.however many years.â Sam couldnât help but give him a small smile even though the haze of her hangover which had taken a grip of her ass big time, why she still got them this badly considering how often she drank the woman really didnât know, it was unfair actually. âWell how about next time you have to fuck me sober, weâll see if itâs still as good as when you do it drunk, or do you think all of your charm is in just how sloppy you get?â Sipping her coffee a couple more times she stared at the wall with almost ferociousness, because that was the only thing stopping her head from spinning right now. âWhy donât you just tell me you made good coffee because you wanted me happy and leave it at that, damn Nik, not everything is a competition.â Except for them it absolutely was.
"Better not start charging me for them in future. Besides, itâs not like you donât benefit from sucking my dick. Most of the time it leads to sex anyway...â Niklaus shrugged his shoulders gently, staring up at the ceiling as he laid beside her. God, he seriously needed to cut back on the drinking. The hangovers really werenât worth it. âOkay, weâll just have to keep the alcohol away from me for an evening. And hey, sloppy sex is great. You certainly enjoy it. I might have been really fucking drunk last night, but I have vivid memory of you repeatedly scream moaning. Youâre so vocal in the bedroom.â Niklaus teased. He fucking loved it though. Those screaming moans of hers were his favourite, by far. "Why on earth would I make you a coffee just to keep you happy? Sounds super boring to me.â he smirked.
samantha-carlsonâ:
âAn idiot, which is what Iâm pretty sure you are.â Sam teased before running her tongue over his bottom lip slowly, letting it move at the same speed as his hands, after all the girl wasnât in a rush to stop this anytime soon. If she had her way theyâd spend the whole day in bed as well as just sleeping together. âHooked on your lips? Too late for that fucker, Iâve been addicted to your lips for years. Iâm going to have to go to NAA, that means Nik Addiction Anonymous, donât laugh too hard I know Iâm hilarious.â Falling back against the pillows once more she looked over at him with sleepy eyes thank to the exertion, not that the dancer was complaining, she had pretty good stamina so if they were going to go again sheâd be absolutely fine. âOh yeah, shit, I guess weâre going to have to. Was that your proposal? Because I was really hoping for something more elaborate.â Not mentioning the small fact of how she was already engaged and that ring sat on her right hand right at this second. Still, Samantha had been pretty much in love with the blonde boy for years, even the job about them getting married hit closer to home than heâd know. âYour parents would be thrilled, so would mine, weâre a winning pair.â
"Takes one to know one, Sammy.â Niklaus scoffed playfully right before he felt her tongue moving slowly against his lower lip. âOh wow, could you say that again--- let me record it this time? Gotta let the world know that youâre hooked on my lips. And yâknow, while youâre here confessing shit to me, just admit to being hooked on everything about me, yeah?â the blonde teased. He too, was just as hooked on his best friend, but as if heâd actually admit that to her. Not when he could use this time to tease her for saying it first. As she rested her head on the pillows, Niklaus shifted slightly onto his side so he could look at her properly again. âYou guess weâre going to have to? Well fuck me, lets go do it then. Since youâre so eager for it.â he rolled his eyes, a small smirk still playing on his lips as he stretched his hand out across her torso and pulled her in closer towards him on the bed. âOur parents probably hoped weâd end up together. Well, until my parents decided to move me to a completely different country.â
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samantha-carlsonâ:
âAww, you spoil sport, youâre only saying that because you want to be paid in blowjobs you total ass.â She grumbled before tunnelling herself back under the duvet for a while, not resurfacing until his voice hit her ears once more. âHuh? Yeah, I bet you fucking do, how about you let me drink this first and see how Iâm feeling after that.â The brunette leant against the headboard of the bed with a loaded sigh, forcing her eyes to stay open as the smell of coffee certainly activated her tastebuds, mouth watering somewhat. âI mean, that would be the dream, do we really think itâs ever going to happen though? Pretty sure you can only fuck me when your hammered as is.â It was a joke, well it was half a joke at least. âAt least you can still make a decent coffee when youâre hungover I guess. Silver linings.âÂ
"I would love to be paid in blowjobs. Iâd really be living a dream...â Niklaus laughed lightly. Despite being hungover, having Samantha with him always made the recovery from the night before much more easy. He sipped his coffee again and then smirked faintly at her next words. âExcuse me, but I am completely capable of fucking you while Iâm sober. We just happen to be drinking 98% of the time we end up sleeping together.â he set his coffee cup down on the bedside table and laid down on the mattress again to try and calm down the pounding in his head. âThe only reason the coffee is this good is because I wanted one too and well, I didnât want a shitty coffee first thing in the morning.â the blonde teased.
seattle-hqâ:
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November 22nd, 1990 (29) Gender / pronouns: Male / He & Him Hometown: Auckland, NZ Occupation: Music teacher Face-claim: Austin Butler
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tw: drug use, parental neglect, theft
Niklaus was born in Auckland, NZ. His parents were very well known within the community and owned a popular country club in town. His parents were workaholics who didnât really spend much time with any of their children. In the public eye, they played happy family, but behind closed doors the kids were basically raised by the staff their parents hired. The nanny, Maria, was a second mother to the five Reign children.
When Niklaus was eleven, his parents made the decision to sell their business in New Zealand and move the family to New York. They started a new business, and with Mr. Reignâs wealth, they were able to make it the success it is today. Mr. Reign only really started spending more time with his kids when they reached the age of sixteen. He realised heâd need someone to take over Reign Industries when he one day retired and so he made sure his children were all prepared for that. Even if it meant pushing them into a career they wanted nothing to do with. After all, none of them wanted to become their parents. Who worked too much and spent so little time with their family.
Niklaus, being the oldest biological son to Mr. and Mrs. Reign was their main focus. They wanted Niklaus to take over the business and Niklaus being the stubborn teenage that he was, started acting out because of the pressure. The stress his parents were putting him under was overwhelming for him and he started looking for ways to get rid of that stress, in all the wrong places. Drugs, alcohol, meaningless sex, stealing for the thrill of it. Anything that helped him deal with the pressure his parents were putting him under.
The only thing that eventually became better than all those bad things, was the girl he fell in love with. His friends all thought heâd end up with someone bad for him, but he ended up finding someone that was way too good for him. Literally. His girlfriend was the âgood girlâ in school. Amazing grades, studied all the time, always had her head in a book, quiet shy at the beginning. Once theyâd fallen in love, there was no going back.
Six months into their relationship, Nikâs girlfriend found out she was pregnant. This changed everything for Niklaus, and his family. His parents were shocked by the news. And his father even tried convincing Niklaus to give the child up for adoption. Mr. Reign wanted nothing to do with his grandchild, or his son for that matter. He couldnât risk his reputation within New York because his son had knocked up his girlfriend at just eighteen. Niklaus moved out of home after his father made him choose between his life with them, or his child. Obviously Niklaus chose his child. It put a distance between him and his family.
Despite everything, Nikâs mother transferred some money into an account for Niklaus so he could actually get by and raise his child properly. With this money, Niklaus was able to settle down in an apartment in Manhattan, New York. And for the next few years, the couple lived there, and raised their daughter together.
Nik and his girlfriend eventually broke up when they were 23, but remained good friends. He eventually got back on good terms with his parents again, but that didnât stop Nik and his ex from making the decision to get out of New York together, and raise their daughter somewhere else. The only reason why Niklausâ parents were happy to help him move was because Niklaus had told them heâd return to New York in future to work alongside his fatherâŚ.something he is still unsure he wants to do.
Niklaus has been living in Seattle for almost five years now. He and his siblings all hold shares to Reign Industries and even though Niklaus doesnât need to work, he chooses to. He works as a music teacher at a local high school and tries to live his life as normally as possible. He has equal custody of his now ten year old daughter, and loves his life in Seattle. He doesnât want to go back to New York.
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+ creative, determined, encouraging â temperamental, reckless, impulsive
{ { @samantha-carlson } }
samantha-carlsonâ:
âYou know Iâm always here to help you, itâs the job Iâm best at after all.â The brunette retorted sarcastically, still with her eyes closed as the headache carried on pounding right behind her eyes. The sunlike just made it a million times worse. âThen you better get off your bed because Iâm dangerously close to puking.â Rolling over she let out a low groan, burying her face into the pillow like a petulant child, for someone who so often had a hangover youâd think she would be better equipped to deal with it but apparently not. âYes I am, I need coffee otherwise Iâm going to die.â A tad dramatic if nothing else. She felt the mattress shift underneath her as he moved off the bed, moving just enough to look at him as he put his boxers on, eyeing his ass at the same time with great appreciation. âFine, but that means you canât touch my boobs because you stole my money, you can have money instead of boobs.â As his back disappeared she just called after Nik. âThanks baby, extra strong pleaseâŚif itâs really good iâll give you a blowjob.â
"No thanks, you can keep your fucking money.â Niklaus scoffed lightly. If he had to choose between keeping the money and touching her boobs it was clear which one he wanted more. He was in the kitchen for about fifteen minutes, fixing up their coffees. The smell of coffee filled the kitchen and right now there was no better smell. He sipped his coffee slowly before carrying both mugs back to the bedroom. âHere you go--- and look, I still think you should give me a blowjob even if by some chance it happens to be a shit coffee. Yâknow, since I dragged myself outta bed just to make it for you...â he teased, sitting on the bed with her again. âHopefully one of these days weâll wake up together and not feel like complete shit.â

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samantha-carlson¡:
âYeah it fucking was, that was insanely good.â Sam admitted, her laugh matching his as she let her head rest against his, swallowing. The laugh turned into a loud barking noise when he mentioned her flexibility, sitting up a bit. âI get the feeling youâre only in this for the way I can contort my body to help you get your rocks off, I know you, youâre in it for the sex.â His breath lightly hit her lips as he spoke, leaning down to kiss him gently as he told her to shut up, doing just that with the use of her mouth. âI will never shut up.â One hand strayed down his chest to stroke her thumb across his hip feeling smug satisfaction at his words about no one doing it like she did, what woman wouldnât like to hear that? Especially her and coming from him since the girl held a considerable torch for the blonde and had for many years. Sheâd take any compliment he would give her but especially one in that area. âYou taste like weedâŚand vodka.â Which was not unusual for him after all. âWhat are you going to do if you ever get married and you have to fuck the same woman for the rest of my life.â
"Of course Iâm in it for the sex--- who wouldnât be in it for the sex?â Niklaus joked. Obviously there was a lot more to their relationship than just sex, but that didnât mean he wasnât going to joke about it right now. When she leaned down to kiss him again, Niklaus smirked faintly, hands slowly running over her body as they spoke to one another. He loved pillowtalk. He loved that relaxed, satisfied feeling he got after sex. Especially with Samantha. âWeed and vodka arenât bad things to taste like...just donât go getting too hooked onto my lips.â the blonde teased lightly before shrugging. âGuess weâll just have to get married then. I mean, that way at least we both know our sex life will be fucking amazing.â
{ { @eliasmorganâ } }
Niklaus had made the decision to spend his Friday night getting drunk at LUX. Heâd gotten dressed in something a little more appropriate for the club, but before he could leave his place the blonde had decided to sit back and smoke his bong. He was high, there was no denying that, or trying to hide it as he stepped into line to enter the club. However, when he reached the bouncer at the entrance, he was denied entry into the club. Did he smell of weed? Probably. But Niklaus didnât think that was a good enough reason not to allow him into the building. He stepped out of line and pulled out his phone to immediately call up Elias, his friend who just so happened to own the club. He hoped that the older male was actually in his club tonight. âElias--- mate, what the fuck is up with your bouncer. Heâs not letting me into your club. Not gonna lie, Iâm a little high right now, but Iâm not like....fucking sloppy or anything. Please tell me youâre in the club right now?â