#p: happy 18th birthday

[k1rameki]

hi tumblr im 18 now

[qrichas]

man. this event is giving me mixed feelings bc ive been so tired of angst lately ive been hitting my limit and i was hoping that at least this event was gonna give smth positive but if its this paranoia for 2 weeks.... im not gonna tank it

[jwonsite]

e(nnn)-

(a no nut november series)

what will happen when two boys bet a ps5 if either one of them make it through no nut november?

heejake x fem!reader (y/n is a different y/n for each hee and jake!)

smut!! mdni!! warnings will be posted on individual works

masterlist!

authors note!!! this series will NOT be finished. i’m going to leave the heejake versions up but the other members will not be posted. i’m really sorry to everybody who looked forward to it 😞

prologue

“just sit on my lap, it’ll be fine” - lee heeseung

release date: nov 5th, 2023

synopsis: your video game obsessed boyfriend is determined to win a bet made with his friends for a new gaming console, all while depriving you of sex for an entire month. luckily for you, your boyfriend lacks any amount of self control

warnings: p in v, cockwarming, oral (f receiving), hickeys, grinding, exhibitionism (? the boys hear them over the mic����), unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!!), lmk if there��s anymore!

“happy birthday, pretty boy” - sim jaeyun

release date: nov 18th, 2023

synopsis: while your boyfriend is trying his hardest to win a bet made by his best friends to not have sex for a month, you couldn’t help but give him a little show on his birthday

warnings: oral (f&m receiving), making out, 69 position, lingerie mentioned, idk what else to put help me

hi guys!! i am so excited for this series since it is my first one!! i hope you all enjoy and i apologize for the shitty titles i kinda rushed to get this out since i planned for it late :((

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[l0velysmut]

Happy Birthday — Neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader

contains: aged!up neteyam, tsaheylu, p in v, oral sex (f recieving), virginity loss, creampie, straight up love making.

wc: 2.8k

The bioluminescence coming from the small pool of water in the cave reflected off of the rocky walls and onto yours and Neteyams skin as you two sat on your knees before each other.

You held your kuru in front of you, the end of it in your lap as you and Neteyam held eye contact. He wrapped his darker blue hand around his own kuru, and pulled it over his shoulder so that it dangled down his chest.

Today was your 18th birthday. The same day you passed your iknimaya and finally became a woman. You were a bit tired from trying to master the ability to ride your tsurak, but you and Neteyam had been planning to mate on your 18th birthday for years.

When Neteyam and his family arrived to Awa’atlu, he was sure that he was going to be alone for the rest of his life. But when he saw you in the crowd of people curiously looking at him and his family, he became not so sure.

And his feelings only expanded when you were the one who taught him the way of the water. When you were the one who constantly had your hands on him while teaching him, telling him how he should breath, and that he needed to slow down his heart beat. But how could he when a beautiful girl sat in front of him with her hands on his chest and stomach?

So here you were, sitting before each other, staring into each other's eyes longingly. You glanced down at where you two were about to connect then looked at him. He looked at you for any sort of regret or hesitance, but when you nodded, he brought the pinkish tendrils of both of your kurus together, watching in awe as they tangled around each other, connecting your souls. Tying them to one another for all of eternity.

Neteyam’s back straightened and he closed his eyes, lifting his chin towards the ceiling of the cave. His lips parted as a soft breath left them, and when he opened his eyes to look at you, his pupils took over the amber color of his irises.

His hands reached for your hips, and he pulled you closer to him. You pressed your cheek against his, breathing in every drop of his scent then pulled back and placed kisses all along his face before resting your forehead against his.

His hands rubbed up and down your thighs, up and down your back, and up your neck before resting both of his palms on your jaw, his breath trembling at the overwhelming feeling of finally being yours.

Both of your minds raced with the thoughts of your future together as you both held each other with much love, but then one thought crossed your mind. A thought that had been a plan. A plan for Neteyam to take your virginity.

Suddenly, a soft grunt left Neteyams lips and you pulled off of his forehead and looked into his eyes. You hadn’t even realized you were grinding down on him as his hips desperately grinded back up into you. His thick cock pulsed in his tewng, the feeling of it uncomfortable as it became tighter the harder his cock got. And your wetness soaking through your tewng and soaking his certainly wasn’t helping.

“I want you.” You whispered, and he didn’t say anything. He just looked at you and nodded, then grabbed your thighs, pulling them around his hips before he gently laid you down onto the mat that had been put down just for this reason.

Your hips continued to squirm when he put both of his hands on either side of your head, hovering over you as his braids tickled your face. You reached your hand up and pushed them out of his face, holding all of his braids at the back of his head. With his braids in your hand, you pushed down his head and connected your lips, hungrily kissing him. Though the kisses were slow and passionate, they were full of desperation and desire.

Neteyam pulled his lips off of yours then trailed kisses down your cheek, jaw, and neck where he sucked and bit, littering dark hickies all over your neck. He began to kiss your collarbone, then down the valley between your breasts. He lifted his head a bit and used one hand to take off your seashell top that barely covered anything.

“My beautiful girl,” He whispered when your perky breasts were fully bare. “My muntxate (wife).” His soft words sent shivers to your core, and you were pretty sure your entire tewng was drenched by now.

He kissed around your nipple before attaching his mouth to it, his tongue swirling around it and sucking it, releasing with a ‘pop’ sound before giving your other nipple the same treatment. Your hands gripped onto his hair and small whimpers left your lips as he continued to alternate between your two nipples, your hips rolling against his, earning a sweet sigh when Neteyam lifted himself off of your breasts.

His hand squeezed the soft flesh as he began to trail kisses down your stomach, but stopping when he kissed just below your navel.

“What are you doing?” You asked breathlessly, lifting yourself up with your elbows, curiously looking down at him. He shushed you and his fingers hooked underneath your tewng, tugging it off of you. You lifted your hips to help him, and once your tewng was fully off, it was discarded somewhere in the cave.

He stared down at your glistening pussy, his hungry eyes almost making you close your legs, but he was quick to pull them apart.

You were about to whine, but when he brought his face down to your pussy, your lips were sealed. Well, not really, because when he pressed his nose to your clit, a tiny moan escaped your lips. Your hips jolted and your back fell back down against the mat.

You thought he was going to immediately devour you since every other time he ate you out, that’s what he did, but this time, he didn’t. He just kept his nose pressed to your clit with closed eyes. You could see his tail swishing back and forth behind him, and you furrowed your brow bone.

“Neteyam?” You lifted yourself back up and the sight before you nearly made you cum on the spot.

Neteyam had his nose buried between your folds, and you could hear his deep inhales. Your cheeks heated with embarrassment and you slightly pulled away, but his eyes opened and the fingers that once groped your breasts now gripped your hips, keeping you in place.

“What is it, Ma’Y/N?” He asks in a teasing tone when you whine in frustration, even though he knew damn well what it is. “Tell me what you want.” He whispers, his breath fanning against your hole that clenched desperately around nothing.

When you gave nothing but a whine as a reply, he chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to your clit, making you gasp.

Soon, his tongue licked stripes up and down your cunt, slurping up every last drop of your wetness, allowing whatever he didn’t swallow to drip down his chin and neck. He knew exactly how to make you feel good with just his tongue, and he took pride in that fact.

The only sounds that could be heard were slurping noises, your whimpers, and his moans that vibrated against your pussy.

“Look at me,” He said, his words a bit muffled as he continued to eat you out when he spoke, sucking on your clit. “Look at me while I eat this pussy.”

You lift your head and maintain eye contact with him, his eyes boring into your face as he watches it scrunch up in pleasure. He wanted to glance down at your breasts that jiggled as your chest heaved, but he was too busy staring at you, his beautiful mate who stared back at him like a good girl while he ate your pussy.

Your hips began to squirm more than before, hinting to him that you were close, and he found the strength to pull his mouth off of your intoxicating pussy that tasted so sweet.

You whined and he licked his lips, caressing your thighs as he got up on his knees — still in between your legs. He leaned down and kissed your lips to which you kissed back, tasting yourself, and lifting your hands to tangle into his braids and tug gently.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks in a soft tone, looking down at you to make sure.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You reply, nodding as you look back at him, wrapping your legs around his hips, pulling his clothed cock against your bare pussy. You moaned at the feeling of the entire outline of his cock, and he gasped quietly, his brow bone furrowing and his ears pinning back.

He licked his lips again and then lifted off of you, pulling down his tewng before discarding it in the same place yours was. His hard length immediately stood up, but not all the way due to the heaviness of it.

You had seen his cock before, but never in this light. Before, you had just jerked him off or gave him blow jobs, but now, the thought of him actually being inside you made your mouth water.

You observed every detail of his cock. He had stripes that went up barely an inch of his shaft, his tip was usually a dark blue but now looked more like a dark purple, bioluminescent freckles trailed all over his pretty cock, and he had 1 prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

The tip of his flushed member dripped with pre-cum, and he twitched under your gaze, causing more pre-cum to spill out and drip right onto your pussy. Neteyams fingers wrapped around the bottom of his shaft, and pressed it onto your pussy.

You moaned and bucked your hips up, causing his cock to slide between your folds, giving your clit the right amount of friction.

Then, he brought his leaking tip right to your entrance, and Neteyam leaned over you and kissed you deeply and passionately.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” He says to you, and you nod, mumbling ‘okay’. He looked down at where you two were about to connect, and then looked back up at you. You nodded and he slowly pushed in the tip.

The stretch was more than his fingers had ever given you, and you hissed, wrapping your arms around his neck. When he could feel your pain through the connection of your kuru’s, he cursed himself for not preparing you with his fingers and being caught up in his own world, but he just pushed in a little more, stopping to look at you.

Your cunt clenched tightly around the tip of his dick, and he moaned, looking down at your gorgeous body fully exposed for him and only him. It took everything in him to not fuck you like he always wanted to when the thought of you only being seen like this by him crossed his mind.

“M-More.” You say, and he pushes into you more, his dick halfway inside of you. When he’s about to push in even more, your hand harshly hits his abdomen. He’s taken aback, but doesn’t react to the hit. He feels your pain through the connection of your souls, so his hips come to an immediate stop.

“Shhh, I got you. You’re okay.” He whispers, breath fanning over your lips.

The feeling of him inside of you was overwhelming and quite frankly painful. You had never had anything this big inside of you, and the stretch of him burned. You whimpered and tears filled your eyes, leaking down your temples as your head rested against the mat, your eyes squeezed shut.

Neteyam leans down and kisses away your tears. “You’re doing so well, mama.” He whispers into your ear, one hand rubbing your inner thigh while the other caresses your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth. “Are you okay?”

You nod and let out shaky breaths.

“Try to relax,” He says. “Calm your breathing.. Do you want to stop?” You quickly shake your head.

You try to do as he says, but just as you begin to slow down your breathing, the pain of his cock inside of you melts away and gets replaced with pleasure. This causes your breathing to speed up again.

Your lips part and your brows knit together.

“Neteyam..” You whisper. “Please.” Your pussy flutters around him and your hips grind against him, and he takes that as a sign to move.

He moans and traps your head between his strong arms, his breath fanning over your lips as he grinds into you, slowly moving in and out.

You moan and stare right into his eyes, the level of intimacy making your head foggy.

He presses his chest against yours, and kisses you deeply, pushing his tongue past your lips. Your tongues fight for dominance, the kiss turning into nothing but clashing teeth and tongues.

You moan into each others mouths, hands grabbing and rubbing anything they could find. Your hands found his shoulders, scratching at them before scratching down his back, whereas one of his hands found your boob while the other snaked in between your warm and sweaty bodies to rub your clit.

“Oh, great mother!” You pull away from the kiss and throw your head back, a loud moan bouncing off the walls of the cave. The moan was not only triggered by his fingers rubbing your clit, but at the same time he did that, the tip of his dick hit the opening of your cervix.

He takes this as an opportunity to kiss the dark spots from before, sucking the same spots to make them even darker.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Neteyam nearly whimpered out his words, trying his best to not cum inside of you. Every single moan that left your lips went straight to his dick. He had never heard you make noises like this before, and the warmth and tightness of your pussy just added to the throbbing of his cock.

“So fucking tight.” He hissed when you clench around him.

He sped up his thrusts, hoping that would bring you closer to cumming because with the way you looked and sounded, he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

You cried out his name when he began to pound into you, and your legs wrapped around his hips, locking your ankles together. You felt a tightness in your lower stomach, and goosebumps form all over your body. “Teyam, ‘m gonna..” You cut yourself off with a moan. “‘m gonna c-cum!”

“Yeah? Cum for me, yawne,” He groaned. “Make a mess on my cock.”

His words had your legs shaking around him, and when you finally gushed all around his cock, your back arched, pushing your boobs against him, and your body trembled beneath him. Your pussy repeated clenched and fluttered around his cock, causing his movements to come to a halt.

“Oh, fuck… oh, fuck, I’m cumming.” He moaned and then toppled over onto you, pressing his forehead between your breasts, whimpering loudly as thick spurts of his warm cum filled you to the brim.

You breath heavily, placing your hands on Neteyams head and stroking his braids.

Once he recovered from the strongest orgasm of his life, he held himself up once again and slowly pulled out. You whined a tiny bit at the feeling of the fullness converting to emptiness.

He lays down next to you and pulls you closely to his body. You turned to lay on your side, looking at him breathlessly.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks, worry in his eyes as he places a hand on your cheek, inspecting every single one of your facial features to see if there was any hint of pain.

You shake your head and place your hand over his. “No, you were perfect.”

He blushes and smiles at you. “So we’re you. You’re so beautiful… I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You smile back and him and then bring your forehead to his. “I see you.” You say, and he closes his eyes, rubbing your cheek.

“I see you.” He says back in a soft tone, then kisses you gently. “Happy birthday, my love.”

And soon, you two fell asleep, warm bodies still pressed together with your arms and legs wrapped around each other. Your kurus remained connected, and you had a feeling that mating with him would become a common occurrence (not that you had a problem with that.)

Best birthday gift ever.

a/n: this is the longest smut i’ve ever written 😭

but anyways i hope y’all enjoy this 😘

[kitty-tea]

Like father, like son

Welcome to the third and final part of the story!

Here’s part one and part two

(Link to masterlist)

Summary: James finally gets what he wants.

A/n: thank you to everyone who’s read the story so far! Sorry this is so long and full of filthy, smutty goodness :)

Pairing: dilf!James Potter x reader

NSFW 18+ only!

Word count: 5.4k

Tags/warnings: dilf!James Potter, super long, unprotected sex, age gap, low-key unhinged, almost-somnophilia, pet names, extremely filthy smut, NSFW, oral sex, p in v sex, teasing, reader is of age, dub-con (depends on how you look at it)

Hey, how have you been? It’s been a while since we’ve spoken to each other. I know you’ve been busy with the Auror Recruitment Programme. Dad and I are really happy for you. We both miss you very much, and it would mean a lot to me if you would come to our house for my 18th birthday. We know you’re very busy, so it’ll just be dinner with the three of us and we’ll let you leave the next morning. We’ll even let you sleep on the pull-out couch just like old times.

-Your friend, Harry

You stared at the letter in your hand that Hedwig had dropped onto your kitchen counter after you let her in. The words “we both miss you very much” stuck out to you. You were reminded of how fast time passed since Lily’s death. The first month after it happened, the three of you were a complete mess. James had gotten a letter from Professor McGonagall saying that Harry’s grades were starting to slip, and he was in danger of having to repeat sixth year on top of getting kicked off the Quidditch team (something that upset both you and James as former players for the same team) if something wasn’t done about it. With you out of school and unable to spend as much time with him, there was nothing you could do for him other than to keep sending him letters of encouragement. Luckily for him, his supportive group of friends were more than willing to help him get back to his feet and help keep him on track to graduating. You still understood that neither James nor his son would ever get over Lily’s death because you never got over your parent’s deaths. You understood each other’s pain. You’d never be that type of person to tell someone to get over a loved one’s death no matter how long ago it was.

You scribbled your response to Harry’s letter promising him that you’ll be at his house, and tied the parchment around Hedwig’s ankle before sending her off.

You sat still on your chair with a dreamy feeling inside of you. If you were a cartoon character, there would be hearts in place of your eyes. That dreamy feeling only swelled within you more by each day until it was the day for you to see James.

James felt selfish for using his son’s birthday as an excuse to see you. He was the one who brought you up during dinner, casually mentioning that you hadn’t spoken with them in a long time. He then mentioned that with Harry’s birthday coming up, it would be the perfect opportunity for you to spend time together.

That’s how he found himself answering the door at six in the evening. His heart somersaulted into his stomach at the sight of you.

“Oh, hi James.” His eyes didn’t overlook the way your cheeks turned as pink as the sunset or the same shy smile you started giving him all those years ago.

“Come in, Harry’s inside setting the table.” He stepped aside as you walked in with your overnight bag slung onto your shoulder.

James didn’t care if you caught his eyes hungrily exploring your body. Actually, he wanted you to catch him, so he could see how you’d react. Would you blush an even deeper shade of red and turn away? Or would you boldly hold his stare?

And what the hell were you wearing? You were (definitely) trying to seduce him with the tiny skirt that almost showed the plump skin of your ass and that white blouse that was high enough to show your belly button and exposed your shoulders. There was no way you were wearing a bra with the way your nipples were showing through the soft fabric, just tempting James to reach his thumb out and rub it over the hard peaks.

He then realized he couldn’t remember how long it’d been since he let his mind wander to you as he’d pleasure himself in the privacy of his own room.

He really needed to get himself together. He was not about to let his inappropriate thoughts about you slip out in front of his son.

“Happy birthday!” Your voice snapped James out of his thoughts as he saw you run over to Harry and give him a hug.

“I’m glad you could make it!” He returned your hug. “Come on, let’s eat. Aren’t you starving?”

“I know you are.” You rolled your eyes and laughed, only to abruptly stop with a blush when your eyes did indeed catch James looking at your body, specifically at your thighs that he saw you rubbing together. “Oh… yeah, what’s for dinner?” Your voice stumbled.

“My favorite, obviously because I’m the birthday boy.” Harry said in a joking snobbish way.

Throughout dinner, James sat back during most discussions you and Harry were having, enjoying the peaceful quietness without having to worry about the chaos that had been happening in the rest of the Wizarding World.

James didn’t know or care what time it was when his eyes opened to the sight of the still darkened sky outside his bedroom window and the dry, raw feeling inside his throat. He needed water which meant he’d have to go past the living room where you were sleeping in order to get to the kitchen.

Being careful not to make too much noise as he stepped past Harry’s bedroom door, he made his way down the stairs.

If the word temptation was a person, James was sure it would be you. His eyes gravitated up your exposed legs before landing on the hem of the short, pink satin robe you were wearing, your sleeping form undisturbed by his presence.

A more sinister part of his mind was begging him to walk over to you and untie your robe. One little peek wouldn’t hurt right? It told him, but he screamed at that part of him to shut up and that Lily would’ve been furious enough to come out of her grave to give him some sort of a spiritual beating and an earful if he did something that devious to you. It was just a thought. Not everything he thought needed to be acted out.

He wasn’t married anymore. He didn’t have to feel guilty about his dirty thoughts about you, right?

James found that his previous thirst for water was replaced by something else. He sat on the armchair next to the pull-out couch as he reminded himself about what he’d been taught: that men are allowed to look but not touch. But he wanted to touch you. His fingers twitched around the armrest as he imagined tracing them along your exposed inner thighs before dipping below the hem. Would his fingers feel a warm slickness or a piece of fabric? Were you wearing any underwear at all? It was hard to tell with your legs closed.

James couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care anymore that his conscience had no control over his body as he got up from his chair and the backs of his fingers found themselves brushing a strand of hair out of your face and down your neck. He made up this pathetic excuse in his mind that he had to check your pulse to make sure you were alive.

That excuse was so pathetic that James instantly snatched his hand back and mentally scolded himself before swiftly retreating to his bedroom.

Stepping out of the bathroom with your toothbrush bag, you adjusted your robe. You heard sounds coming from the kitchen which you deduced was James cooking something. You were right, for you spotted him behind the island where he was balancing a mixing bowl in one hand and holding a whisk in the other as you poked your head into the kitchen. You also noticed instantly that he was shirtless. And his muscles were on full display.

Although you’ve imagined what he’d look like without a shirt countless times, nothing could compare to the real view.

“Good morning. I didn’t see you there. I’m making pancakes.” You didn’t know what sounded more delicious: the pancakes, or the sound of his raspy morning voice.

You forced yourself to move your entire body into the kitchen.

You couldn’t remember how to speak as you felt your cheeks flame up and your eyes glue itself to his abs.

“Would you like to help?” Oh, you wanted to help him with something, alright. Just not the type of help he was implying.

You nodded and James gave you a smile as you made it to the kitchen island and set your toothbrush bag down. It was more like a smirk.

“What’s so funny?” You cringed at how your voice sounded like an angry little kid.

“It was like you were hiding from me.” Your heart fluttered even more inside your chest at the sound of his laughter. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.”

When you hadn’t broken out of your trance, James brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Are you alright?” He asked. You weren’t paying attention to what he was saying. You were busy staring at every body part of his from his eyes down to the V-line of his abs that extended below the waistband of his sweats.

You also weren’t paying attention to how you were squeezing your legs together to soothe the ache that was starting to form there.

“Hey, relax. You’re all tensed up.” You gasped at the feeling of his cold hand on the heated skin of your bare thigh. You bit your lip to suppress a whimper as you felt his thumb gently rub circles in an upwards direction.

If what James was already doing to you felt this good, you thought the pleasure he would bring to you if he touched you in other places would be beyond anything you felt in your life.

“I don’t like what you’ve been doing to me, babydoll.” James murmured into your ear, his voice making you melt. “What were you thinking? Tempting me last night in that short skirt and your tits practically on display? In front of my own son? Everyone else thinks you’re such a good girl, but I see right through you.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked in your confused and dizzy state.

James scoffed. “Even a Muggle would be able to read you. You’re just as terrible at Occlumency as you are talented at Legilimency.”

So he did know about your crush on him… the question was how long had he known?

“Oh, I’ve known for a while…” James smirked, answering your mind. “Since I was married, actually. And I’ve seen your little sex dreams. They’re even better than those cheap porno films. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“James… you’re scaring me.” Your lower lip quivered. How on earth did things escalate this fast? You were beyond horrified that he could see things in your mind that even you tried hiding from yourself. There was no going back now. No more lying to yourself that you only saw James as a father figure.

“Father figure?” James asked incredulously. “Quite frankly, I’m flabbergasted that with all the magic you have, you never once saw the things I’ve thought while I was around you. If you would’ve used Legilimency on me at all, you would’ve seen all those filthy thoughts I’ve had about you that no father should have.”

“James!” You gasped as his hand disappeared below your robe and landed on your hip bone.

You were clenching your thighs so hard that you could feel some of the stickiness from your cunt leaking onto them.

“Open your legs. I want to know how filthy my little girl is.” He whispered and you obeyed. You sucked in a breath as you felt his long index finger venture into the crease of your thigh before using it to collect your warm slick and spread it up and down your pussy. You moaned and instinctively grinded against his fingers.

“Have you always been this wet in front of me?” He whispered.

You shamefully looked down. You didn’t want to answer him, why should you when he already knew?

“Dad? Are you in there? Where’s-” You heard Harry’s voice from inside the living room.

“Yeah, she’s right here in the kitchen with me! Don’t come in yet! We’re both making a surprise breakfast for you!” James hurriedly interrupted him.

Really? You thought as you rolled your eyes. If things were to get more out of control, you’d be on your way to making a surprise baby.

You bit your lip as James slid his finger inside and curled them upwards hitting that deep spot within you that you couldn’t reach as well with your own shorter fingers. With his thumb, he rubbed tight circles around your clit, making your legs want to give out from underneath you. You didn’t know which of those two spots he was touching you felt better.

“Okay. Should I go wait in my room?” You almost forgot Harry was still there. What kind of game was James playing with you, talking to his son so casually as if he wasn’t doing something dirty with you?

“Yeah, we’ll call you over when we’re done!” James shouted. You let out an exhale as you heard Harry’s footsteps rush upstairs.

“Just look at you. My sweet, perfect little doll.” James’ eyes followed the fingers on his hand that weren’t buried in your cunt up and down your body. “Can I look at these?” He softly cupped his other hand under your breast making sure to give them a gentle squeeze.

You breathlessly nodded and tensed under his touch as he used his index finger to slide the robe off both of your shoulders. You felt your nipples harden into peaks at both the sudden air and James’ hungry gaze on them.

Your eyes slid shut as his lips left a trail of kisses that started from between your breasts and ended at the side of your neck where he started sucking on the sensitive skin. The harder James was sucking on that one area, the harder it became for you to hide your whimpers. With each pump of his fingers inside of you combined with the pleasure he was giving you on your neck, you felt your body getting closer towards the edge of something until you couldn’t hold on anymore. You couldn’t control your hips as they thrust themselves onto his hand. Your panting was shaking your body just as violently as did your orgasm.

“Oh, James.” You quietly whimpered into his ear as your hands found their way to his messy hair.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” His soft voice replied back.

“Feels so… good.” You pushed the sentence out of you as the last remaining trembles from your orgasm left your body along with James’ fingers.

“James!” You suddenly exclaimed, remembering. “Breakfast!”

“I know, I didn’t forget.” A smile broke out on his face.

He continued to look at you like you were the most perfect thing he’d seen as he helped put your robe back onto your shoulders and clean you up with a towel.

You were still blushing and avoiding eye contact with him while you were helping him in the kitchen, but that didn’t stop him from gently caressing any part of your body he could from behind you every few minutes.

You gasped every time his face would find the crook of your neck or his hands that would wrap around your waist.

Soon, James left to go knock on Harry’s bedroom door to let him know breakfast was ready while you stayed behind to get the table ready.

James came back (with a shirt on unfortunately) with Harry running like a little kid in front of him, dressed in jeans and a hoodie.

“I’m starving!” Harry shouted excitedly, eyeing his plate. You laughed at him, glad to see his energetic old self that you missed.

You and Harry mostly spent the rest of breakfast catching up some more, before he told you he’d leave soon to go to the Weasleys’ for the actual party they were throwing him where the rest of his friends would be.

James sat across from you while you sat next to Harry at the table like how it used to be.

“What happened to your neck?” You and James froze upon seeing Harry point to the bruise that was the same color as the jelly on his plate.

“I…tripped.” You promptly used your hair to cover up the area so that Harry wouldn’t have enough time to inspect it.

“You need to be more careful next time. The corners of the tables can be quite sharp.” James chided you gently as if he wasn’t the one that caused this.

“Oh. Funny how I didn’t hear you screaming earlier.” Harry shrugged. “You should put some ice on it.”

“Well you know she’s in Auror training and she’s been learning how to keep quiet.” James said with emphasis on the last two words with a sly look in your direction. He then got up to walk to the freezer.

He returned a moment later with an ice cube wrapped around a paper towel. You felt a spark where your fingers touched his as he handed it over to you, almost convincing you to put it over your reddening cheeks instead.

After the three of you had finished breakfast and Harry had disapparated out of the living room, it was you and James alone.

“Do you need me to help you wash dishes?” You asked awkwardly, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I can stay here and help. I got the day off today.”

“Or you could wait for me in my bedroom.” James murmured as he sneakily slid his thumbs up your thighs. “You could help me in there.”

“Deal.” You got on your tiptoes and gave his cheek a quick kiss before departing for his bedroom.

As you came up in front of the door to James’ bedroom, your hands started to shake as you pushed it open. In all the time you spent there, this was the only room in the house you had never stepped foot in. You were starting to feel awkward, knowing this used to be Lily’s room too, and the bed that was in the middle of the room was most likely the same bed that she shared with James too.

You started to feel anxious with all these thoughts that popped in your mind like, “What if James is just using me as a distraction to help him get over Lily?” “Does James want me to replace her?” “Would I be insulting Lily’s memory if I slept with her husband on the same bed as her after everything she’s done for me?”

As for what you thought about James, you didn’t want to use him as someone to just sleep around with. You didn’t ever want to replace Lily. She was a completely different person from you. That was it. She was a person with thoughts and feelings, not some object with mass-produced replicas. You didn’t know how to answer that last question you asked yourself internally.

You walked over to the bed, taking the time to run your fingers over the soft blanket that covered the bed. You then took in the rest of the room. You watched the tree in front of the window shade the room from the full sunlight, giving the white walls and floor the illusion of a blue-ish gray undertone. You noticed that unlike the rest of the house, there was an absence of pictures. You assumed it was so that James wouldn’t be reminded of the pain of losing his wife as he was trying to go to sleep. Besides the bed, the only furniture there was were the drawers, a vanity, and a desk with a chair. The only two doors besides the entrance were what looked to be the master bathroom and the closet.

Although you and James had known each other for years, you didn’t feel right to go and snoop around his stuff. But he did snoop around your mind. Is that any different? That still wasn’t a good enough excuse for you to go through his physical stuff.

You instead elected to take a seat on the foot of the bed with your legs crossed, your mind spacing out over to the tree by the window.

“I hope someone didn’t start without me.” James’ voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He was leaning on the doorframe, his glasses and side-smile leaning with him.

You shyly turned away as he took a seat next to you on the bed.

“You’re so pretty.” James said as he twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “What’s wrong?”

He gently cupped your face with his other hand, turning you towards his direction. You nervously looked down to where your lips were nearly touching.

“Do you actually want to do this with me? Am I just a distraction for you?” You whispered the last sentence. You couldn’t bring yourself to mention Lily directly.

“No, Sweetheart. You’re so much better than that.” James brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed the back of it.

At that moment, James wanted you all to himself. He knew there would be consequences later if that happened. He could give you a choice to either sneak around with you behind his son’s back or go public with everyone else about your relationship and face the risk of shame. That was if you wanted it as much as he did, which he knew you did, but were you willing to give in and go that far? Would you change your mind?

And Harry? So what if he had a crush on you? You weren’t ever going to go for him anyways. James was the one who got what he wanted, not him. Not everyone gets what they want in life. Damn, he was thinking selfishly, so unlike how a father should.

No matter how happy or sad you looked, James couldn’t stop thinking of how gorgeous everything about you was, your eyes, your soft lips, the way your hair fell and framed your face, the blush on your cheeks that was as potent as the flame in his heart, it was like you were pulling him in without trying as his lips automatically found its way to yours.

As he got a taste of you, he knew he was instantly addicted. Just the taste of your lips wasn’t enough for him. He needed to hold your body close to him, so he wrapped his arm around you and grabbed one of your legs and put it over him, making you sit on his lap, facing him.

If he hadn’t required air to be alive, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to let go of you. The both of you were left panting as you got a look at each other.

“Take this off.” He pleaded, tugging at the string of your robe.

As soon as you took your satin robe off, he wasted no time in flipping you over onto your back, making your hair spill out below you and knocking the air out of you.

“I can finally have this beautiful body all to myself.” You mewled as his thumb flicked over the hardened bud on your breast.

“Aren’t you just deliciously adorable?” James let a filthy smirk grow on his face as he squeezed your breast and attached his mouth to your nipple, sucking on it. “I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

You started to squirm more and more under him with each lick on your nipple until you couldn’t control your whimpering.

“It’s okay, Baby. You don’t need to hold back.” James cooed.

He got up from where he was above you. He yanked his white t-shirt over his head before he pulled down his sweatpants, revealing the outline of his erection in his boxers to you.

“Do you want to feel it?” James took a hold of your smaller hand. Sitting up, you bit your lip and nodded.

“It’s so…big.” The way your voice sounded so innocent like you were discovering something fascinating only made the hardness of his erection more painful. James sucked in a breath as your hand gave him a gentle squeeze.

“Fuck, open your legs.” He commanded urgently.

When you were too distracted by studying the dimensions of his cock to respond, James took matters into his own hands by jamming both hands between your knees to pry them apart.

The sight of your glistening arousal in front of him was a reward in itself. But he couldn’t stop there.

“I already made you cum today and you’re still wet for more. You’re such a greedy little slut.” James purred deeply. “How about this? You use those pretty lips to suck me off while you touch yourself.”

Your big doe eyes only widened at him as your mouth hung open. Just that look on your face only made James want to cum even more.

“Come on, Babydoll,” He reveled in how nervous and tiny he was making you feel. “Don’t be shy. I know you touch yourself while thinking about me. And now, I’m right here.”

He took your hand off his cock. He could feel your eyes studying his movements as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down, making his dick spring out in front of your face.

“Get on your knees.” He easily pulled your smaller body off the bed and onto the floor, while he took his seat where you were.

There you were, naked in front of him, on your knees, staring up at his cock, like you were worshiping it.

James could feel your hesitation as your fingers reached out over the tip.

“You wanna taste it?” James brushed his fingers through your hair, attempting to relax you. You nodded. “Why don’t you ask?”

“C-Can I taste it, please?” How could he ever deny you, especially with you asking him so innocently and politely?

“Of course.” He couldn’t take his eyes off yours as you continued looking up at him while letting his cock slip past your lips. You then reached your hand down between your legs, touching yourself just as he had instructed.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing with his eyes. You were there, really sucking his cock, making the dirty fantasies that had been manifesting inside him come true.

“Fuck, that’s it Baby.” James grunted as he pushed your head down on his cock. “You’re doing so well. You’re so perfect.”

When your wet tongue hit the vein on the underside, James let a string of curses erupt out of him. That seemed to encourage you to keep going as you wrapped your free hand around the base and pumped it in sync with your mouth.

A little while later, James could feel himself getting closer to cumming when his body tensed up.

“Keep going, Baby! Good job!” He kept praising you breathlessly as he stroked your cheek.

He finally felt his cum spill into your mouth as you swallowed it, some of it still spilling down your chin.

“Fuck,” James sighed as he gathered his cum that was on your chin with his thumb and pushed it into your mouth. He felt his gaze darken as you greedily sucked and licked the entire thing. “You’ve been such a good girl. Let me make it up to you.”

James pulled you off the floor and into his body, holding you close to him as he inhaled the scent of your perfume.

As you let the heat of James’ body wrap around you, he flipped you over so that you were on your back again. Glasses or no glasses, he was the most handsome man you’d seen in your life. You no longer gave a damn that he was almost old enough to be your father. Maybe you did have a type. He had made you feel like you were the most special girl in the entire world, and you never wanted to stop feeling that way.

“Hold onto me, okay? I’m going to make you feel good. Don’t you want that?” James asked as he kissed you under your jaw, making you whimper at the pleasure he was imposing on the sensitive area.

“Yeah I want your cock deep in my pussy.” James seemed surprised at the uncharacteristic filth that came out of you to which he raised his eyebrows.

“Fuck, I didn’t think you had such a filthy mouth to go with that innocent face.” James said as he brought his lips onto yours.

As he did so, you felt something against your entrance, presumably the tip of James’ cock. He wiggled around some more until he had finally coated his cock in the slickness of your walls.

“Are you alright?” James rubbed his thumb against the apple of your cheek.

You nodded as you bit your lip. You just needed a little time to adjust to him. His cock was longer and wider than anything you ever inserted into yourself. But he filled you up in the best way possible better than your fingers or even the handle of your hairbrush could.

“It feels so good James.” You were panting as you grabbed a hold of his shoulders. Another scream left you as James’ finger rubbed your clit, adding more pleasure to your cunt.

“I want you to cum for me, Beautiful.” James grunted as he continued to thrust his cock deep into you, making you whimper and moan under him.

You were now getting addicted to the full feeling of James’ cock inside you along with the stimulation on your clit. Your head was starting to feel like it was floating on clouds. In your cock-drunk state, you kept moaning James’ name and telling him how good he was making you feel, just how you did in your countless sex dreams about him.

You couldn’t believe this was real, and it was happening to you.

“James! James! Fuck! I’m so… so close.” You sobbed into his shoulder.

“I got you Baby.” He cooed.

“Feels so big and good…” You continued moaning sentences until it turned into incoherent mumbles.

The full feeling of James’ cock combined with the intense tingling on your clit had your walls squeezing around him soon. You started screaming James’ name again through your orgasm that flooded through you.

“Fucking hell!” He suddenly grabbed your hips, and looked at you as if something came over him.

He then pulled his cock out in the middle of your orgasm. He was kneeling above your spent body with his hard cock in his hand that was still coated in your juices.

With a couple strokes, you felt the warm liquid drip down onto your tits and your stomach. You were now painted with James’ cum, and he was the artist admiring his work.

Both of you took deep breaths as you looked at each other while coming down from your highs.

As soon as James had recovered, he got up and ran his hands through his messy hair. You were too tired to sit up, so you could only watch as he put on his boxers before he went into the master bathroom. You heard the water running, and not long after, James had returned with a towel in his hand.

“How do you feel?” He asked gently as he wiped the towel across where his cum was on your body.

“A little tired.” You sighed. James rubbed the towel in circular motions on your breasts, effectively massaging them. After he cleaned you up, he discarded the towel onto the nightstand.

“Come over here, Beautiful.” James opened his arms up and you rolled into his embrace. You closed your eyes as he pressed faint kisses on the back of your naked shoulder, making you shiver.

You were scared, but also excited to see what your future would look like with James.

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[starrvsn]

` ִ ꔫ ۫ ⊹ D.HUME ࣪ ˖ HEART AND MIND.

﹙ MOVIE/FANDOM ⠆THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ﹚

READ PART TWO HERE !

PAIRING ⠆don hume x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT ⠆1,064

CATEGORIES ⠆angsty, minor fluff, comfort, long-distance-relationship!au, roger and bobby being nosy, will there be a second fic of a reunion..? who knows, maybe :p. (i'm not super sure how old they are but lets just assume they're 20.)

𝟒𝟏𝟏. roger and bobby are nosy and want to know where he got all his fancy jewelry from.

don was a private man, he kept things to himself and only choose some aspects of his life to be known. however, now that he has people in his corner he could trust, he was more willing to share. one of those things being his love life, they never asked so he never said anything; even when they would tease about him not being able to talk to girls. not knowing his heart was taken. it was late and the boys were relaxing in their dorm when roger spoke his thoughts:

“y’know, i always wondered where you got your ring and bracelet from.” roger points at the two pieces of jewelry on dons bedside from his bed across dons, his tone curious and lighthearted.

“oh well-“ don starts, he didn’t expect such a comment but it wasn’t unwelcome. “it’s okay don you don’t have to tell us.” bobby interjects, giving roger a pointed look from his desk seat. he knows how private don could be and didn’t want roger overstepping to not make it awkward.

“oh no, it’s okay.” don assures, waving a dismissive hand. “my bracelet and ring are my girlfriend.” he responded, a smile playing on his lips at the thought of you– a new piece of his life being uncovered, there probably wasn’t going to be a right time to mention it so he guesses that time was now. don didn’t think it was too much of a big deal but he didn’t want to tell anyone for your sake and the teasing he would get if he told them in a group setting. the two boys nod in understanding.

“she gifted me the bracelet on my birthday” don continues, his eyes fixated on the chain sitting on his bedside. his friends paying close attention to his words

it was a simple gesture, nothing to extravagant– he told you once that he hadn’t gotten a gift for his birthday since he was a child so for his 18th birthday you got him a bracelet, a simple chunky silver chain. you had saved up your allowance to buy it for him, you were nervous that he wouldn’t like it. but you couldn’t have been more wrong, he love it! in fact he didn’t want to except it at first, such a fine piece of jewelry. he felt bad because he never gave you gift as grand as this. he wore it everyday since you gifted it to him, even making the effort to upkeep it when a piece broke or the clasp was faulty.

“and my ring she gave before she left.” silence falls, roger and bobby unsure what to say. bobby and roger exchange glances, both thinking the same thing, they weren’t sure what he meant by left, if you had passed or moved away. don senses the hesitance in the air and immediately adds “she moved for college, she goes to cal.” their faces softening at his words. you going to one of their biggest rival schools in rowing, don wasn’t affected as much by the thought of it but he could tell his friends, who were probably having a frenzy of thoughts, mostly on the fact you went to a rivaling school.

you leaving was bittersweet. he was happy that you were going to the school of your dreams but the fact you’d be so far from him made his heart sink. he remembers so vividly when it happened, you gotten into an argument about the school’s you applied to— his emotions got the better of him and he made an offhanded comment about it being better off broken up if you decided to go to a school that far. which lead into a whole heated argument on if he even trusted you, it got so out of hand you left without saying another word to him, then when you were accepted into cal you told him. it was your dream school and there wasn’t anything that was going to stop you from going… don included. you found out your acceptance two days after your argument. you went to see him after receiving the news. he knew he couldn’t lose you apart of his life and you being so far without him was going to be a tough pill to swallow but you promised each other you’d make it work. the day you were set to leave you surprised with with a gold ring with your initial engraved on it telling him “something to remember me by” and he has a surprise of his own, out from his pocket a small box with a locket inside, heart shaped with a photo of the two of you. you broke down in tears at the sight of it— he remembers it so fondly, the good and the bad of it all.

“when was the last time you saw her?” roger blurted, asking before he could even realized what he said. they raise concerning glares, unsure if they overstepped. they knew just because don confined in them doesn’t mean they could ask whatever and it would be okay.

“uh probably a year, maybe more— we write to each other ever so often. i actually just sent off my letter to her few days ago.” don hummed, it was nice to talk about you— he’s kept you in his thoughts for so long that if they asked anything about you he could talk all night.

“what did you put in the letter— if you don’t mind me asking.”

“well i just wrote about trying out for the team and that i made it.” he didn’t include that he told you how much he missed you and responses to some things you said in your letter. a comfortable silence falls over them, bobby and roger taking in the new information about you and don lost in thought about his memories with you. they boys also wondered what you looked like, trying hard to imagine the girl that captured their strokes heart.

“you think she’ll be at the race against cal next week?”

he would love to see you again, don knew how busy you were with school and as much as he think you would, how he wishes you would. be in your arms again but it probably wasn’t possible, though the thought was nice— falling asleep with you in his dreams, like you are every night.

read part two here !

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Companion Birthday Headcanons

Ada: June 7th, She sees her birthday as when Jackson found her, she celebrates quickly but she finds it fun nonetheless.

Cait: February 20th, She never celebrated before sole but now that she does she loves it. Definitely a chocolate kinda girl.

Curie: April 12th She was powered on for the first time on this date! All Mister Handys/Miss Nannies sing themselves a little happy birthday jingle like the mars rover. Now that she's a synth her favorite cake flavor is strawberry. She loves celebrating with everyone, think of like a 5 year olds peak birthday and that's what Curie wants. She loves being gifted anything from prewar.

Codsworth: September 30th. He was purchased before shaun was born and was powered up a bit after he popped out. He loves wearing a party hat and like Curie, sings himself a birthday jingle. He loves the festivities of birthdays.

Danse: March 15th. In the brotherhood it was a quick happy birthday and then back to his duties. He feels indifferent about his birthday until Blind Betrayal, for a few months after he refuses to even think about anything that indicates he's human but when does accept that he's a synth he appreciates his birthday. His favorite flavor of cake is German Chocolate.

Deacon: December 25th. Though no one would ever find out except for Sole, he is a Christmas baby. Anytime someone asks what his birthday is it changes every time. He will celebrate his birthday with friends once he starts trying to find the real him but for years after Barbara's death he wouldn't even acknowledge it. He enjoys a good party but also likes something simple, he doesn't expect much cause it falls on a holiday though. His favorite cake flavor jokingly is funfetti, his actual favorite is just simple yellow cake with chocolate frosting. He will heavily appreciate any gag gift or fiber art craft thing that comes his way.

Dogmeat: January 1st. No one really knows so they celebrate on New Years Day. He gets plenty of brahmin ears as gifts though.

Piper: August 18th. She celebrated plenty when her parents were still alive and Nat tries to make her a present or two and she is very grateful. She enjoys spending her b-day with Blue and everyone as well. She doesn't care for cake, so she gets cookie cake.

Preston: November 3rd. He celebrated with is family and the early minuteman but after the quincy massacre he doesn't have the time or energy. If he had a choice, he would want to spend his birthday on the river outside sanctuary with a BBQ. His favorite flavor is lemon!

Nick: Human Nick's birthday was May 23rd, Synth Nick wanted some separation from him so he celebrates his birthday on February 14th, Valentines Day. He doesn't need any gifts or a big party, he's perfectly fine with a birthday card and since he doesn't really eat anything, a nice cup of coffee.

MacCready: June 2nd. Duncan's birthday is the day after so they normally celebrate together. He likes parties and gag gifts. His favorite cake flavor is actually orange with chocolate frosting. The only way he can get said flavor however is pouring Nuka Orange and using that instead of water when baking, duncan thinks its really nasty though.

Hancock: August 28th. When they were kids his brother would always make sure his birthday was good but after he left Diamond City and started celebrating with chems and shitty beer. When the sole survivor and their merry band of misfits rolls up he starts celebrating with a big meal among friends where he tries to cut back on chems. He's happy to get any gift and his favorite cake flavor is tarberry.

x6-88: October 1st. He never celebrated his birthday until sole showed up. He appreciates getting candy, weapon mods, and pre-war toy kits where you can build your own car. He doesn't mind sitting on the beach as a bonfire is being built. He enjoys swimming and eating whatever was packed and he finds that he actually enjoys his birthday. His favorite cake flavor is coconut with red frosting.

Strong: Pre-War, Strong's birthday was November 27th. He doesn't remember now and doesn't care.

Gage: January 13th. He celebrates by putting on a record and target practice, he'd prefer a rager with plenty of chems and loud music, Afterwords, go home, eat cake, and listen to some pre-war audio drama. His favorite cake flavor is vanilla with mutfruit frosting.

Longfellow: May 16th. He doesn't celebrate cause he doesn't really care. He drinks a beer at the bar then goes fishing with Diamond City Radio playing. His favorite cake flavor is coffee cake with tarberry jam on top.

[merwynpersonalhub]

Happy 18th birthday to me...Jesus im a adult now..huh

Tbh, it felt like yesterday since i was 12, and now im technically an adult. ITS FUCKING FREAKY!! Funny enough last year even though i had alot of downs and stuff it..was one of the best years of my life.

I improved so much in my art that I probably wouldn't even imagine as a youngen. Tbh, she probably wouldn't expect future us to be a guy who dislikes dresses that much-

I met one of my wonderful partners @pageofthemicocee last year by total sheer luck. I love that i met her and that she done so much for us and im SO FUCKING HAPPY that we are still hanging on and she is the biggest supporter of mine and i just..ily sm 💖💖💖

And my first friend on this site @maskedinfinate (sorry for the at fjxjd) IF I DIDNT MET YOU I WOULD NEVER GOTTEN THIS FAR AS I AM NOW. I FUCKING LOVE YOU/P SO SO SO MUCH. You mean so much to me and im heavily thankful for you. I know we rarely talk now, but i swear you mean super duper much to me

And to all my friendos/followers

Thank you for being sweet and kind to this dummy/silly you legit are a major motivator to me and im so fucking happy for every single one of yall. If i could i would give yall all a hug and a platonic forhead kissy >:3 keep being awesome for me alright?

And since school is about to be out in a few months, i will be getting a job, so art will be sortaaaaaa not be active like before, but!!! I will still be making art posts and supporting yall on the sidelines. You all are awesome and amazing, and just... thank you ❤️♥️

[riley-francis-moore]

Happy 18th Birthday!

Who: Riley & Xavier ( @xaviernottheprofessor ) What: Riley & Xavier make big confessions before going out to celebrate X's birthday When: December 31, 2009. That's right, babes, we're throwing it way back! A/N: The one and only time Riley & Xavier consider smooching

XAVIER

Xavier stared at his outfit in the mirror as a frown slowly formed against his lips. His best friend was still in the bathroom getting ready and Xavier was sure that Riley had had enough of the outfit changes. It was his 18th birthday , first birthday in America and they'd be going out to a few clubs with some schoolmates. There was promise of good company, music, and maybe someone to come home with even if Xavier had other ideas on his mind. He never quite got into the whole wanting to be in a relationship thing and as dramatic as he was, he swore he'd be single forever which would be just fine with him. "Do you think the jeans are too wide, mate? I don't want to look like I'm going to parachute away or something." He shouted out from the living room, incredibly annoyed with everything Xavier chose to throw on. "Do you think Sarah's gonna be there? I think she likes me or maybe you. Unsure. The Jury isn't out yet on that. She likes one of us that's for sure." Xavier didn't mind Sarah. She was funny and smart and she liked the same things he did. She was super into anime like Xavier and liked to doodle while he practised his lines for theater. She liked to stick around the two of them and Xavier enjoyed the familiarity of it all but at the end of the day, if she did like him, she wasn't his type (whatever that meant). It was frustrating to think about it. Maybe Xavier was just broken. This is why he hoped that Sarah liked Riley so that those two could run away together and be an item already. "I think Clayton's marrying Athena. I know we're only 18 but I have a good feeling about these things." He sighed and straightened out his shirt, deciding on his current outfit before plopping on their couch and reaching for a magazine. Xavier flipped through the pages of GQ, wondering when they subscribed to it and stopped at a photo of Prince Caspian. "Bloke's kinda cute." He murmured and then tossed the magazine back on the table. "Rilesss. Riley! Are you okay?"

RILEY

Riley laughed at Xavier’s first few outfit changes, but he excused himself to the bathroom to get himself ready when his best mate decided he still wasn’t satisfied with what he was wearing. “What?” Riley peeked his head out the door. “No, your jeans are fine, mate. Make your arse look good and all that,” he said and rolled his eyes. Riley left the door cracked. At this point, he was dressed and just fixing his hair, putting some gel in it. “Sarah already texted me that she’s going to be there.” Riley thought that if she fancied him, she was barking up the wrong tree. But nobody knew that. Well, almost nobody. Even Xavier was unaware of his short fling with a guy he met in his English class. “I think Sarah likes the idea of dating one of us. It’s the accents.” He hoped she wanted Xavier rather than himself. Riley didn’t respond to Xavier about Clayton because he was in the middle of brushing his teeth. “I’m fine!” He eventually called back and walked into the living room. “Do you really think Clayton is going to marry her? He won’t wait until he’s out of uni to propose?”

XAVIER

“My arse….true.” Xavier checked his ass out a few times, admittedly feeling a bit self conscious about it but he would go with what Riley said as his best friend wouldn’t steer him in the wrong direction. “I think you’re right about Sarah.” He laughed thinking that the girl he sorta fancied. “I don’t think I’m looking for anything serious? Not since Philomena. Ehhh we shall see.” Xavier looked up at Riley when he walked in and smiled. “Oh you look nice! And no, I really don’t think so. He’s obsessed with her and has fancied her since second grade. It’s God awful.” He then chuckled. He will wait to marry after Uni because our parents will rightfully kill them both if they do otherwise. But yeah, it’s happening.” Xavier pointed to the magazine on their small coffee table. “Are we subscribing?” He then picked it up and flipped right back to Prince Caspian. “Have you watched the new Chronicles of Narnia film yet? Have you seen this bloke with the shiny hair?” He picked up the magazine to show Riley. “Got the girls crazy about him.”

RILEY

Riley shrugged a little when Xavier said he wasn’t looking for something serious. “You don’t have to. Just because your brother is down hard doesn’t mean you have to be. Philomena ending up being a bitch. I don’t blame you for not wanting a serious girlfriend.” Riley grinned when Xavier said he looked nice. “Thank you. Have to look good for when you inevitably take a bunch of pictures and post them on Facebook. I put new batteries in my digital camera by the way,” he said. “At least your parents will talk a little sense into him and make him wait.” Riley had to quickly think of an excuse for the GQ magazine. He loved the way the men looked in it. “I got a free subscription. It was between that and Entertainment Weekly. This has less gossip,” he shrugged. “I haven’t seen the new film yet. I may or may not. Narnia is for kids.” Though the actor playing Prince Caspian was well fit. “He’s conventionally attractive. It’s not surprising.”

XAVIER

“Thank you ! Now you tell him that since he thinks you being a year older makes you an expert on love and shite.” He grinned at the photo comment. “oi listen when we’re both older you’ll thank me for taking all these photos of us and our American adventures as mum and dad like to call it. And yeah I took little Philly off my top friends on MySpace too. So I’m pretty sure she’s got the hint.” She was his first and that was as terrible as one might imagine. Another reason he thought maybe he was broken. “Yeah my parents have it covered. They’re already planning a talk for the holidays so be prepared for that. I know you love the drama.” He grinned, still staring at Ben Barnes face. “It’s not for kids!” He chuckled, listening to Riley. “Hm. I wonder sometimes, do you think someone like him would fancy me?” He stopped short, realizing in that moment how open he was being. No one knew about his curiosity and about possibly being Bisexual. Xavier didn’t really understand it himself. “Like…” he scratched the back of his neck and shook his head. “Oh never mind”

RILEY

“Oh god, I’m far from being an expert on love.” Xavier didn’t know the half of it. “I will either than you for capturing my youth or I’ll be mortified that my antics were captured on camera,” he laughed. “Oh good. Does that mean I’m back to being your number one?” He teased. “Ask your mum if I can come over during the winter hols. Lord knows I’m going to want to escape my parents.” Riley almost missed the comment about Ben Barnes, and he just looked at Xavier for a moment. Was X like him? “Whoa! No never mind! Him specifically? I’m sure he’s straight. But someone like him? You’ve got a lot to offer anyone, X. Doesn’t matter what gender they are.” He walked over and hugged Xavier. “You know you’re my best friend no matter who you date, right? As long as they treat you right, I’m happy.”

XAVIER

Xavier laughed at Riley's comment. "I'm sure our future children will enjoy the antics or make fun of us for them. Although, I will bet my entire scholarship fund that Clayton will be first in that department too." Xavier smirked. "Excuse you, you're always my number one. And yeah! You can come. I already asked. She asked me first." Riley was practically family, and his parents would love having him over for the holidays. He was hoping the sudden drop of information didn't make things awkward especially with them having to leave in bit to celebrate his birthday. Hearing the softness in Riley's voice made him feel at ease and he accepted the hug, wrapping his arms around his best friend and closing his eyes for a moment. He pulled away enough to look up at Riley. "Thanks. I--uh...I've never dated a guy before though. I've thought about it. I've thought about it a lot. I'm just weird and I'm already a mess when it comes to dating girls. Guys would be a whole other experience. I don't know. I'm overthinking it, I think. But yeah, I like guys and girls. It's weird because I've done all these things with Philly and other girls but I have no idea what I'm doing with guys? And and how do I know if a guy I'm interested in likes men? I don't want to assume or anything. Oof this is a lot."

RILEY

“Both, probably,” he chuckled. Though Riley never pictured himself having children. He didn’t even think he’d be able to get married. “Oh, Clayton will beat us to every milestone,” he shook his head. Riley was beyond grateful to the Mitchell family for their generosity and kindness to him. “You know dating another man isn’t a prerequisite to being bisexual, right? You just have to know you like boys and girls,” he said. “It’ll happen for you eventually. Being with a guy and all that. I think… figuring out if a man likes another man comes down to shared looks and, well, vibes?” He shrugged. “While we’re stepping out of closets,” Riley started. “I’m gay. Gold star gay at that.”

XAVIER

He smiled at Riley's words, hoping they'd be friends forever. Friends long enough to see each other grow individually and with other people. He had seen firsthand how shitty Riley's parents were and Xavier wanted him to experience the kind of love that helps heal a lot of those wounds. "Absolutely. But that's okay. " His family loved having Riley around. They were big on fostering children and giving them a home when needed. Plenty of his and Clayton's friends had figured that out quickly and had come around whenever they needed a family. He hoped someday to offer that kind of stability to others. Maybe to kids of his own. "Yeah, and that much is true--the part about me liking boys and girls." He sighed, feeling as if a heavy part of his life had been lifted. He nodded, thankful for Riley's advise. "Yeah, that all makes sense. I'll watch out for the vibes then." He placed a hand on his best friend's shoulder as he listened. "Gold star gay, huh?" He cracked a smiled and placed his head on Riley's shoulder. "Riles...I know and I love you all the same."

RILEY

Riley blushed a little. “You know!? Am I that obvious?” He laughed and put his hand over his forehead. “I was trying to be subtle. And secretive if I’m around my mum and dad,” he said. Riley was truly afraid of what his parents would say or do if they learnt he was gay.

XAVIER

Xavier let out a soft chuckle. "I don't think you're obvious at all but we live together, mate and we've known each other for a very long time. You're like the long lost triplet. It's just a feeling I had. And you're not obvious around them. Honestly, no offense to them but I doubt they'd notice if you were." He rubbed Riley's back. "You don't have to come out to them or anyone until you're ready and if you're never ready to come out to them, then don't. If they act a fool, I'll be there to defend you and my parents will be there to adopt you."

RILEY

“Well, I suppose if you already know you won’t mind if I eventually bring a guy back to our place?” He wondered. It warmed Riley’s heart any time X called him the long lost triplet. It felt that way. They had been friends for so long that their lives were so intertwined. “It won’t be for a while. I’m not dating anyone even on the DL. This guy in my English class showed promise last semester, but he wasn’t very good in bed,” he shrugged. “Anyway, I don’t know when or if I will. But I’m glad to have your support. I really am. You’ll always have mine, too.”

XAVIER

"Nah and if you need me to make myself scarce, I'll go to the library or something. Just let me know. That stuff doesn't bother me." Xavier listened intently, remembering how Riley did a year of uni without him here before it was his turn to come to the States. "Now we can be each other's wingmen." He chuckled. "I think we can give each other some solid advise. I have zero experiences with men. Like, not even a kiss, mate so you're going to lead me in the right direction. And I like the sound of that. Just two Brits taking over the West Coast."

RILEY

“I appreciate that,” Riley chuckled. Coming out to Xavier felt like the biggest weight off his shoulders. It was the only thing he had ever hidden from his friend, but now that it was out in the open he felt lighter than air. “We can absolutely be each other’s wingmen. We should go to a gay bar! I think there are some around here that let in people under 21 before certain times on weekends. I’ll find you a man to kiss. I imagine it’s similar to women. Just… they’re taller. And may have facial hair. The accent helps, too. I swear it does.”

XAVIER

It was nice to be able to talk about this with Riley finally. Xavier had some reservations because he wasn't sure what he was feeling made any sense but the more that time passed, the more he realized he did like guys and wanted to explore that. Hearing Riley's confession helped with feeling comfortable with him. He was glad they had each other for this. "I have no clue what happens in America so you'll have to help me with that now that you're a veteran." He chuckled. Even though Xavier had spent time here as a child, he had no memories of it. "Yeah, the accents are a huge turn-on for the Americans from what I've gathered. Mate, I'm barely 5'9. Most will be taller, I'm sure." He laughed. "You know, you're the first person I've told. Not even Clayton knows."

RILEY

Riley laughed at being called a veteran. “I’m so not, mate,” he shook his head. “Not a veteran and not an expert at love. I’ve never been in love. But I’ve had so many guys, and girls for that matter, tell me they love my accent. It’s so funny how much Americans get off on it. Okay, fair. You’re not tall, but that doesn’t matter.” At 6’3, Riley had a good amount of height on Xavier. At one point they were the same height. Then Riley shot up like weeds. “I am honored to be the first. I can’t wait to rub it in his face,” he chuckled. Riley was friends with Clayton as well, but he also had a bit of a brotherly rivalry with him when it came to X.

XAVIER

"I was all wrong about you, tsk tsk." He shook his head in feigned disappointment and then laughed. "That's hilarious. Okay, I'll use my accent to my advantage. And my French. I think I'm an adorable little shrimp. People will love that about me. An adorable shrimp that is turning 18 today!" Xavier's height never got to him but thinking about dating men, he was sure he'd find a match taller and not shorter. "You can do it when we go back for the holidays. He's going to be so intensely upset. I can see it now. Okay, so we have some time before Sarah comes. Do you have a type?"

RILEY

“You just think too highly of me as your slightly older friend,” Riley laughed. “Oh, the French will also work super well. Even if it’s gibberish. You’re not a shrimp! Slightly below the average height. But look,” he said and put his arms around Xavier, looking down at him. “It’s a perfect height, too.” Riley didn’t pull back when Xavier asked him his type. “I haven’t thought that much about it. Brunettes? I’ve never had a thing for blonds. Taller, shorter, I don’t care.”

XAVIER

"You're right. You'll always be my hero." He laughed as well and then laughed even more thinking about talking nonsense in French to people just to get a date. "I can see it all now. they'll be like 'Oh, Xavier. That was so hot what did you say?' meanwhile it'll be my coffee order." He appreciated Riley's encouragement as being a shrimp did have some advantages, he didn't mind being shorter than most folks. "Thanks. You really know how to make someone feel good." He looked up at his best friend with a smile as he listened. "I'm not really a fan of blondes either but if they're nice enough I guess. Brunettes are definitely cuter. Dark hair, dark eyes, all of that." He tilted his head for a few seconds, smiling as he realized how good-looking Riley was. For a fleeting moment, he wondered how come they'd never work out but just as those thoughts appeared, they disappeared and so did the quick urge or wanting to kiss his best friend. "Whoa, you do NOT want to know what I was just thinking." He laughed and leaned into Riley. He was too much of a brother to him. "So brunettes it is. A Prince Caspian look a like for me and a hottie for you."

RILEY

“Sap,” Riley chuckled. “You’ll have to think fast on your feet, mate. And hope you don’t try it with someone who learnt French in high school.” He grinned and shrugged a little. “I have to. You’re one of my favourite people.” Riley noticed the way Xavier looked at him and he tried not to look the same. He tried to avoid the quick glance down at his friend’s lips. Xavier wasn’t not his type. They were practically brothers. Maybe if they met in a bar things would be different, but he couldn’t hook up with X in any way. “Ha… probably the same as me. But nope!” He finally let go. “I love you, no homo. I mean, I am a raging homosexual, but you’re my brother. If we find you a Prince Caspian look alike, you have to at least kiss him. And of course we have to find me a hottie. Poor Sarah. If she hits on me, I may have no choice but to make up a girlfriend. Or simply tell her she’s barking up the wrong tree. She could go for you, though, Mr Bisexual.”

XAVIER

"Takes one to know one." He knew Riley wasn't usually so sappy but knowing that he was himself around Xavier made him happy. "I am the king of bullshitting. Besides, I'm not a great liar so I'll have to just roam my way around things." He cracked another smiled. He felt a genuine and special closeness in that moment with Riley. It was most definitely because of what they had just unloaded on one another but Xavier was temporarily paralyzed by that. Glad that it only lasted seconds before it could ruin their brotherhood, Xavier chuckled at Riley's response. "Shit. Glad I wasn't the only one." He rubbed the back of his head. "Truth is, you know too much, mate. Couldn't date you if I wanted to." He laughed and nudged Riley. "Oh God. Okay, ok ok ok. Tonight I kiss a guy." He said it with confidence. "I'm going to just go right up to this guy and be like ahem. He's going to turn around and I'm just gonna smack one right on him." Xavier raised a brow and then shook his head. "No, that's not right. I mean, who does that? I'll politely ask, 'hello there are you tired? because you've been running through my mind all day. AND THEN I will kiss them." Xavier laughed again and sighed. "Oh, lord. This will be a day to remember. And I love Sarah but I can't date her either. She also knows too much. It's okay. We'll find her a Brit among the masses."

RILEY

“You know too much, too! Date your best friend blah, blah, blah. Not like this!” He laughed. “Oh god… maybe not. But get a guy dancing and laughing with you and he’ll be a goner. I promise,” he grinned. “Okay, no dating people you already know too well. That’s fine! We will find you a good partner. I won’t rest until you’re happy and sappy and in love.”

XAVIER

"Yeah that doesn't apply to us though I'm sure Clayton would LOVE to see it. We should trick him when we get back. Oh my God! Let's do that." He chuckled and felt his cheeks burn up at the thought of dancing with another guy and making them laugh. He loved making people laugh. It made him feel good about himself and it was a great way to cope with his anxiety. "Good plan and I'll do the same for you. I want to see you happy and in love but not married straight out of Uni like a brother of ours. Ready? I wonder if they'll play Sean Paul tonight!"

[stargazing-sapphire2]

Beth Ashford

Full Name: Elizabeth Marie Ashford

Date of Birth: January 7th, 1999. Camp Pendleton, California.

Nationality: American

Occupation: United States Army / Task Force STALKER

Rank: Lieutenant

Age: 28 years old (2027), 31 years old (2030)

Family / Relatives:

-Henry Ashford - Father (Alive)

-Helena Rorke - Mother (Deceased, KIA)

Evangeline Ashford - Twin sister (Alive)

Gabriel Rorke - Uncle (Alive)

David "Hesh" Walker - Love interest (Alive)

Elias Walker II - Son (Alive)

Julianne Foster - Paternal grandmother (Deceased)

George Ashford - Paternal grandfather (Deceased)

Marie Henrikson - Maternal grandmother (Deceased)

Samuel Rorke - Maternal grandfather (Deceased)

Appearance:

*Hair color: Blonde; cut short into a bob

*Eye color: Blue

*Height: 5'9 / 175 cm

*Scars / Blemishes / Beauty marks: A jagged, faded red scar sliced across the bridge of her nose

*Faceclaim: Annabelle Wallis

Affiliation(s):

-Elias "Scarecrow" Walker

-Henry Ashford

-David "Hesh" Walker

-Logan Walker (Unknown, MIA)

-Thomas A. Merrick

-Keegan P. Russ

-Alex "Ajax" Johnson (KIA)

-Eva Ashford

-Kick

-Riley (the goodest of all good boys)

-Jemíma Ámbar del Mar Hernández (@thatonesillyducko )

-Juliana “J.J” Jiménez Rojas ( @deeptrashwitch )

Personality:

A sharp contrast to her more soft-spoken, feminine sister, Beth is every bit a loud, rough and tumble tomboy. Initially, her brash and blunt attitude can often scare people off and prevent her from making friends, but beneath the rough exterior, Beth is caring and compassionate, and will watch the backs of her teammates in a firefight, so she is someone you want watching your six.

Beth's biggest flaw is her arrogance and tendency to get in over her head about her skills. Although this is stemmed from her own insecurities about wanting to be seen as relevant and a good soldier, so she tends to overcompensate and with a constant need to prove herself. Although it can be an admirable trait to be seen as hardworking, she often tends to get carried away with it and will find herself in sticky situations, although she has been able to pull herself out of it. This attitude lessened with time and as she got older, although she can still be a bit cocky.

Background:

Beth was born on January 7th, 1999 on the Camp Pendleton base in California, to Henry Ashford and Helena Rorke, and 10 minutes older than her sister, Eva.

Growing up, Beth was disinterested in girly things, such as dresses, makeup, and whatever was considered traditionally feminine; starting with her cutting her hair short in order to distinguish herself from Eva (being identical twins), and thus she was much more athletic, choosing to sign up for most sports in school. Although there were times Beth was jealous of Eva for being seen as the prettier and smarter one of the two, but this fizzled out as they both became adults, as well as Beth's original disdain for feminity, and she became more open to exploring it.

In 2011, Helena was killed in action while deployed. Beth and Eva had been 12 years old at the time of their mother's death, leaving Henry to look after both his daughters alongside the help of their uncle, Gabriel Rorke. Being so close to her mother and viewing her as her biggest role model, Helena's death crushed Beth, and she had slow morphed from a happy, go-lucky little girl, to a reckless, angry teenager who had no respect for authority and got into trouble at school. While Beth struggled to make friends, her one companion was Elias Walker's eldest son, David Walker, who she developed a crush on and carried it well into adulthood.

In 2017, the ODIN strikes occurred, and the Ashford residence was one of many places destroyed that day. The small family of three lost everything, from their pets to their sentimental belongings. This was a day that served as a wake up call to Beth that the world had changed, and she would to change herself and adapt in order to survive.

Shortly after the ODIN strikes and after her 18th birthday, Beth would eventually enlist into the military, although much to her own chagrin and reluctance due to pressure from her father.

[phantomdraws]

This is a little early, but happy birthday to Lies of P!!! My favorite game ever, plus the first game I've ever platinumed 💙💙💙

(Note: Posting this today instead of the 18th or 19th since the Discord server is celebrating it today, and I at least wanted to make something XD)

[jaylikesrainbowtigers]

Bullshit

@disabledbillyandsteveweek Day 5 - Relationships

My whopper ficlet to celebrate my 18th birthday!

Trigger warning for Nancy

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Nancy undoubtedly was Steve’s first love. He loved her laugh. Her smile. Her hair. Her brains. He just loved her. He loved when he cuddled her. He loved when he made her happy. He loved that he could give, give and give. He loved that Nancy loved him.

Bullshit.

Their entire relationship gone in one word.

Bullshit.

It broke Steve. Nancy had never loved him. Nancy cheated on him with Jonathan. Sure, it was at the very end of their relationship when they had fallen apart. But they were still together.

Bullshit.

Steve had given Nancy his everything. King Steve was gone. The act was all he had back then. His shield because he wasn’t quite like everyone else. But he had given it up. Because he had Nancy. But now he didn’t have Nancy.

No Nancy. No title. Nothing. What was he now?

Bullshit.

Steve had a broken crown and a broken heart. He had the fact that he had become a glorified babysitter. He had the kids. One of which was Nancy’s little brother. He couldn’t escape her. That used to be romantic. 

Now she had Jonathan with her. Now Steve was broken and useless without her. He had nothing to fill that hole in his heart that longed to love and be loved. No fake popularity. No one who loved him. Just a bunch of kids he could drive around and the constant sight of his ex and the man she cheated on him with.

Bullshit.

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Then he started at Scoops Ahoy and the summer from Hell began. But he met Robin.

Boy, if Steve thought that he loved making Nancy laugh, he was wrong. He really, really loved making Robin laugh. So much made Robin laugh. Not jokes like King Steve made. Not Nancy laughing at him being stupid. Robin and him laughed at everything. It was them.

Steve had finally found his soulmate. The one who could make him laugh alongside them. The one who would give as much as Steve would give. Someone who could match his energy and made him feel like he didn’t have to be someone else. Someone who got when everything became too much.

At first, it felt like a punch to the gut that Robin didn’t like him back but the second that Steve imagined him and Robin kissing, he shuddered. Robin and him were not romantic soulmates. Just platonic with a capital P. 

They found similarities. Robin was autistic. And it turns out so was Steve. It was hard to stop after so many years of pretending that he was “normal” but he finally had somebody who wouldn’t judge him for it. Not like Nancy would have.

Robin and Steve. Steve and Robin. 

They did everything together.

They talked about girls together. Vickie. Whatever girl Steve had a date with. The ultimate wingman or woman for one another. It felt like Steve could be happy without romance. Like he was worth more than just what he could give to people.

Really, Steve wouldn’t be surprised if they were twins separated at birth. 

Twin souls.

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Eddie Munson was a first for Steve. The first crush on a guy he registered. Looking back there were others. But Eddie?

No, that was so obvious to Steve.

He wanted to hold him close. Kiss him. Listen to him. To be part of Eddie’s life. He felt the urge to give as he often did in relationships. To give his all and his everything. Like he needed to unload all of his love.

Robin was ecstatic when he told her. She asked if he could be bisexual. Steve hadn’t known what that meant but after a quick talk, yeah. Steve was bisexual.

But he couldn’t have Eddie Munson. No, Eddie hated him. For what he did in school. For who he used to be. He didn’t fit with that image anymore but no one could forget King Steve. 

Billy Hargrove died thinking that Steve was just King Steve. And when Steve thought about it, holy shit, he had definitely been attracted to Billy. Despite everything.

But this was about Eddie. Did Steve have a thing for bad boys? Unattainable bad boys.

Because he could never have Eddie Munson.

Because Eddie had a girlfriend.

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Steve didn’t mean for it to happen. But him and Eddie practically had shared custody over the kids and were basically forced to become friends.

As such he became friends with Eddie’s girlfriend, Chrissy.

Shit, he could see why they loved each other. Whilst Eddie was all metal on the outside and dorky on the inside, Chrissy looked perfectly preppy but was a absolute badass on the inside. Chrissy was sweet but would definitely kill someone who dared to harm the ones she loved.

It wasn’t Steve’s fault that he fell for her too. That he wanted to be a part of Chrissy and Eddie’s relationship. He wanted them both in the most pure and the most dirty ways. Steve was convinced he was broken again. You couldn’t want more than one person.

Of course, Steve wasn’t the only one who fell. Chrissy was just so loveable. Robin had a big fat crush on her too. But it was okay because they knew that the other liked her. And Eddie in Steve’s case. But they would never get what they wanted. 

Because it was impossible.

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They all had wanted out. Out of Hawkins. They had defeated Vecna. It was over. 

But still they couldn’t stay there.

So that was how Steve was sharing an apartment with his two crushes who were dating each other and his twin soul who were so alike they had a crush on the same person.

It was there that the doctor noticed something. Steve had his head bashed just one too many times. They found out that Steve had a traumatic brain injury. Not only that but Steve had lost part of his hearing. He had to get a hearing aid.

That was tough on Steve. He couldn’t get out of bed most days. But his roommates were the reason he was able to carry on.

Robin would treat him pretty much as normal. Like the entire world hadn’t shifted. But it was the little things for him. She encouraged him to learn sone sign language. She learnt with him. She encouraged him to take more breaks throughout the day. 

Eddie was a bit more tough love style. When Steve needed to get up but didn’t want to, Eddie dragged him up. When Steve needed to sit down but was too dizzy to move, Eddie would pick him up and bring him to his bed or the couch. He would bring him food and water.

Chrissy checked on him emotionally more than anything. She sat and talked with him for hours. She listen to him about his day or his past or whatever he wanted to talk about. She shared her troubles with anorexia or her more recent issues with being mostly blind which showed him that he wasn’t alone in some weird way. 

So a couple of months later, Steve was nervous when Eddie and Chrissy called a roommate meeting. Him and Robin had shared a glance to confirm that neither knew what this was about.

They never expected it.

Eddie and Chrissy came out. Eddie was omnisexual. Chrissy was pansexual. They were together but they were polyamorous. They wanted to date Steve and Robin. Well, Chrissy wanted to date Robin. Eddie didn’t want to date Robin. He knew Robin wasn’t into dudes.

And now?

Well, Steve and his twin soul had found romantic happiness. They shared a girlfriend. Then Steve and that girlfriend shared a boyfriend. They were actually able to have what seemed impossible.

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It was a bit after that when Nancy came back into his life.

As Nancy always wanted, she went to a big university for journalism. She had the picture perfect life. Until she tore it all down.

Steve was the one who answered her call. Who sat talking to the first person to break his heart as she cried her eyes out. Jonathan and her had broke up. It was over tears that Nancy apologised, because she knew she had treated Steve badly and then she treated Jonathan in the same way.

But Nancy had figured out that puzzle now. She didn’t love Steve romantically. She didn’t even love Jonathan romantically. She apologised to Steve for not realising that she could never have loved him romantically, no matter how hard she had tried. Nancy didn’t like dudes.

Steve felt that old bitterness at Nancy, for she really had been awful. But he set it aside. He told her that it was okay that she liked women. Yes, her mum could kick her out. But Nancy would be okay. But she couldn’t lie to herself or others anymore. The only way she could find true happiness was being true to herself. She would be okay.

Steve fell asleep crying that night. In the arms of the three people who he loved most in this world. And Steve would be okay.

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After Nancy’s call, it seemed that the past wouldn’t leave them alone. 

They got a new set of neighbours. The kids from before had moved out. A new trio of young adults moved in.

The first one he met was a dark haired person called Eden. Eden seemed friendly enough and was also definitely queer. Robin thought to ask their pronouns. Eden was non-binary. They were dating one of their roommates. A queer solidarity formed between the two apartments.

It wasn’t until a week later that Steve met Eden’s roommates. 

He hadn’t recognised Argyle. He had only met the man once. Jonathan, however, he registered immediately.

And it was awkward.

But they tried. And they tried.

One night, Jonathan asked to speak to Steve. Alone. 

They talked about Nancy. Nancy who had broke both of their hearts but they were both glad she was happy now. According to Jonathan, Nancy moved to New York to further her journalism. She had also found a girlfriend who she was extremely happy with. Who she was in love with.

And Jonathan was in love too. With Argyle who was also dating Eden.

And Steve melted the fear off Jonathan’s face when he told him about his polycule. How in love Steve was. 

They got along much better after that.

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It was Chrissy who suggested it.

She had said it to Steve, Eddie and Robin first. She liked Jonathan. She wanted to date him. She wanted to ask him out. And she knew that Eddie and Steve felt the same way. Chrissy was always the most perceptive out of them despite her not being able to actually see anything.

It was Steve who made the second suggestion. Really, he enjoyed spending time with Argyle too so he might ask Argyle out as well.

Robin nodded and continued to slurp down spaghetti.

They asked Jonathan, Argyle and Eden the next morning. The date was due for that evening.

Steve and Jonathan found themselves alone together in the kitchen. They cooked popcorn together and made fun of each other. It was easy in a way that they hadn’t quite managed before. 

Jonathan kissed Steve on his way out. 

Argyle did too obviously.

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If you had told King Steve what his life would look like now, he wouldn’t have believed you.

He would have said that he wanted to work for his dad, marry Nancy and carry on his family legacy.

But Steve was happier than ever.

He didn’t speak to his parents. 

He didn’t speak to Nancy.

He lived with his best friend and twin soul, Robin Buckley, who made silly jokes with him and taught him to be loud and proud with his differences.

Eddie Munson was his boyfriend. They tumble around in play fights and Steve watches Eddie run the Hellfire club. He would sometimes even join in.

Chrissy Cunningham was his girlfriend who cuddled with him on the couch and was the person he confided all his secrets in.

Jonathan Byers was his boyfriend. He posed for Jonathan’s photos and they kissed over a pot of buttery popcorn.

Argyle was his boyfriend who also had a scary amount of weed. But he was soft and sweet. He calmed Steve down with his smooth tones and relaxed attitude. He grounded him.

Yeah, Steve was content with his life. Ready to take whatever comes next face on with his partners.

For once in his life everything was not…

Bullshit.

[floridaboiler]

HAPPY NATIONAL TWIN DAY!!! On December 18th, National Twin Day celebrates all the siblings who enjoy the unique connection because they share a birthday. 

Source - https://mewe.com/p/bikinisummer

[angelicyoongie]

For the ask my muse - @lovesick boys:

(Feel free to answer the first question to answer only if one question is only allowed!! ^^)

1) How did your respective parents explain to you the soulmate system and did you expect anything when you would eventually meet your soulmate aka YN?

2) What were your first impressions of YN before you realized she was your soulmate?

"There's not much to explain, really," Namjoon says. "Mine just told me that when you wake up on your 18th birthday, you'll find a mark that connects you to someone out there. I expected to feel the pull they mentioned, the urge to touch them and start the bonding process, but when I saw her I just... couldn't. I was too anxious too approach her right away."

"Mine said the same thing," Yoongi shrugs. "They tried to be realistic about it too – that it can take years before you find them and some never do. I really had no expectations. Just that I would somehow know they were they one."

"That's exactly what mine said too," Hoseok snorts. "I was expecting the pull, a tug in my soul that told me this was the right person. It did happen, so I guess I didn't get my hopes up too high."

"My father always told me to trust my gut," Seokjin muses. "That as long as I did that, I would find my way to my soulmate eventually. As for expectations, I tried not to have any. I just wanted to be happy that I had found my soulmate, no matter how it happened or how that revelation would make me feel."

Jungkook ducks down in his seat, a frown marring his face as he says, "My p-parents didn't tell me anything about it. One of the housekeepers we had explained it to me once, but I was too young to really understand it. Everything I know, I had to figure out myself. I-I hoped my soulmate would understand me and like me, that they would accept me like my family never did."

Taehyung reaches over to pat Jungkook's back, his gaze a little dreamy as he says, "My parents told me that as long as I was patient, the universe would reward me when I turned eighteen with someone, a soulmate, that was meant just for me. I knew it all was just going to click into place once I finally laid eyes on my soulmate and it did. It felt like everything I had hoped for and more."

"They said they universe would give me someone that would complete me, if I could find them," Jimin shakes his head, smiling. "I hoped it would feel.. right, when I eventually met my soulmate. And no one has ever felt more right than Y/n."

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B O P for the letters? [bop bop bops you]

HIII CREATURE THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!! ❤️❤️❤️ BOPS YOU <3

B - birthday?

March 18th!

O - one wish?

I guess…to be loved 😭 to be happy and accepted by the people around me. I just want to be happy and not feel alone

P - person last texted?

A close friend/mutual of mine on tumblr! @mastrender I love her so much <3