#i'm so proud of how the front sash turned out

[birdghosting]

i present the princess of the homebrew dnd campaign i'm in :] i don't know anything about her other than she's the ex of one of the main cast and she's gorgeous!!

[moremaybank]

hiiii! i can’t explain how excited i am to request this so here we go!

Y/N is dating Elijah. One day she goes baby shopping with him to get sister’s newborn some clothes. Whilst there, she gushes on about children (her period ended days ago and but her hormones are going haywire). Days later she drops the clothes at her sister’s place and holds her niece (Elijah is with her). Y/N notices how natural he looks with a baby so it turns her on, that evening in bed back at home, she points this out to him. She says he knows they can’t have kids but she’d enjoy trying anyways, he admits he has a breeding kink….the rest is up to you. 💋

BABY FEVER — e.m

pairing elijah mikaelson x fem!reader

summary seeing elijah doting on your baby niece excites you in more ways than one

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, choking, edging, dirty talk/language, imprint, spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, overstimulation, anal play, a dash of oral sex (f. receiving), let me know if i missed any

author's note she's a biggie. i hope you i made you proud with this, bestie😘 @amournoir

elijah masterlist

“sweetheart, please do not cry."

elijah used the pad of his thumb to wipe away a stray tear from your cheek as you peered down at the large selection of infant-sized onesies in front of you.

“i can’t help it. look how tiny this onesie is, ‘lijah,” you pouted, holding up the one you picked out for elijah to see. "'i'm not spoiled...my auntie just loves me.' it's perfect. help me grab one in every colour they offer."

it had been a week since your sister gave birth to her bundle of joy, gifting you a gorgeous little niece by the name of avery. you'd never had your own niece or nephew to spoil rotten, so when you heard your sister was pregnant, you were over the moon.

you'd forced elijah to join you on your mission to the baby store — not that he could ever say no to you — and all you'd done since you two had arrived was gush over any item your gaze landed on. the minuscule-sized pink frilly socks, the baby dresses adorned with silk bow sashes, the flower headbands...the list goes on. if it weren't for elijah bringing you back down to earth every five minutes, you were sure you'd be buying the entire store.

you tried. you tried so hard to resist, but you couldn't help it. the thought of those chubby little baby rolls, their adorable gummy smiles, how peaceful they look when they sleep, that delectable newborn baby smell...it was all too much, and it sent your hormones (and ovaries) that were already short-circuiting thanks to your recently-ended period, into overdrive.

"how many articles of clothing could a newborn need? she will outgrow all of them in three weeks' time."

"hush. i want her to have a selection," you argued, smacking his chest lightly with the back of your hand in warning. "honestly, you should be counting your blessings. if this were our baby, every baby store in the state would be cleared out. you know i like to be prepared."

elijah smiled at that because he knew you were only kidding, but in the back of his mind, he began to worry that somewhere down the line, his lack of the ability to give you a baby of your own would be something that drove you two apart. he loved you with every fibre of his being and wanted to provide you with everything. but a part of that everything just wasn't feasible — at least not in the traditional way. and to make matters worse, his younger brother klaus had been able to do the impossible without even trying. it was enviable.

he decided to shake it off, telling himself that he shouldn't be stressing out over a topic that hadn't been brought up. you'd always believed in the good, and in turn, you'd helped him believe in it too.

"darling, she's only been a part of the human population for a week now, i don't believe that picking out what onesie she's going to wear will be high on her priority list."

you frowned at him, handing him another onesie to place inside your nearly-full shopping cart. "it doesn't matter. i'm her aunt. it's my job to shower her with whatever she wants for the rest of her life. it's that simple, my love," you told him before you walked ahead of him over to the baby books.

elijah followed you while pushing the cart, always the one to do what he was told when it came to you. to be quite honest, there wasn't a single thing he wouldn't do for you.

"as much as i believe you to be going a tad overboard, i do adore how big your heart is."

you smiled in return, "i know this is all a bit much, i'm just...enthusiastic. besides hope, i've never had a niece or nephew before. i just want to make sure i'm doing this whole 'aunt' thing justice."

"you're a remarkable aunt to hope, and you're going to be just as exceptional of an aunt — if not more — to avery," elijah reassured you, his hands finding your face as he tilted it downwards. his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead to seal the deal.

"you really think so?"

"i know so."

-

"so, how's the mom life treating you so far?" you questioned, looking over at your sister from your seat in her kitchen. her eyes were set on elijah, who was doting on avery in a matter of ten seconds. just one look at her, and he was putty in her little infant hands. and by god, was it a sight.

"it's...a lot. i mean, i'm responsible for a whole other human life now. it's kinda crazy if you think about it. and it can be pretty gruelling at times. but on the other hand, i've never felt so much love. there's something about holding the life you created in your hands. it's awfully cheesy, but there is truly nothing like it."

you watched the stars behind your sister's eyes and how bright they shined at the mere thought of her daughter. she was filled to the brim with love for her child, and it was a great look on her. you knew it wasn't the same thing, but that's exactly how you looked when you spoke about elijah. you trusted that you felt that same tenderness and utter devotion toward him, that you would go to the greatest lengths just to see him smile.

but now...seeing elijah — strong, noble, and powerful elijah — holding a product of the miracle of life in his hands, watching him as he held your niece in his arms like she were the most precious gem he had ever come across...it made your heart soar even further than you'd ever thought possible. it also caused a fluttering sensation in your core as you took notice of how natural elijah's paternal instincts came to him.

he bounced her lightly in his arms, beaming down at her as he did so. avery's eyes were closed shut, but her mouth mirrored him, giving him a sleepy replica of his smile. she stretched her body, settling into elijah's hold a bit further, and her tiny hand slowly raised up to touch his face. elijah visibly melted, eyes sparkling as he looked over at you from his place in the living room.

your sister interrupted your thoughts by snapping her fingers in front of your face. "earth to y/n. dude, hello?"

"oh, uh — sorry. what were you saying?"

"i asked you why you felt the need to go and spend over three hundred dollars on baby paraphernalia for an infant," she replied, giving you a look. "i knew you were going to go crazy over becoming an aunt, but there was no way i could have prepared for this."

your brows furrowed and you threw a puzzled look her way, "how do you know how much i spent?"

"you let the receipt in the bag, dumbass."

you winced, running a hand over your face. "i swear i told elijah to remind me to take it out of the bag before we came."

"well, you didn't. sucks to suck. but since you brought up elijah..." she trailed off, giving you a suggestive look before her gaze moved over to your boyfriend's.

"what?" you asked, noticing how she was peering at you.

"nothing, just...he seems to be a natural. i mean, if avery wasn't mine and i saw those two walking on the street, i'd assume she belonged to him."

you chuckled, shaking your head at her as you turned to look at elijah and avery once again. your sister had a point. it was undeniable how in sync you two were mentally, surely the product of growing up so close.

"i was thinking the same thing. i might have to take him home and convince him to try to make one of our own," you joked in response, sipping the coffee from the mug in front of you on the counter.

"you couldn't just let me have this one thing, huh?" your sister responded, smiling as she shook her head at you.

"what kind of little sister would i be if i didn't try to steal your thunder? you know i thrive off of attention."

-

you were laid in bed, applying lotion to your hands as you watched elijah emerge from the shower. the door opened, and a cloud of steam surrounded his body. the light from the lamps on your bedside tables reflected off of the water droplets littered across his bare chest and torso, and the sight did nothing to quell the rapidly increasing ache you'd felt for him since that day at the baby store.

his eyes landed on you, and he gave you a smirk when he noticed how you were ogling him. it was almost pitiful how much that tiny action affected you, but you were whipped — unashamedly so.

"what is on your mind, my love?"

you set your lotion back in the drawer of your end table, giving him a bashful smile as your cheeks began to flush.

"i'm just thinking about how much i loved watching you with avery earlier. deep down, my boyfriend, the thousand-year-old original, is a big ole' softy. it's incredibly sexy."

"hm," elijah hummed, walking over to your side of the bed, "is that so?"

he was now towering over you, his delicious body only inches away from you now. his hand threaded itself into your hair, gripping it slightly as he tilted your head up so he could meet your gaze, and his thumb stroked along your temple.

you gulped in anticipation, your eyes trailing down the prominent muscles of his bare torso until they landed on the towel that was wrapped loosely around his hips, and you wanted nothing more than to yank it off. it was hard to maintain your self-control, especially when your gorgeous, hand-carved boyfriend was standing in front of you with nothing but a towel covering the most intimate parts of him.

"mhm," you nodded. "i know we can't make a baby of our own, but the thought of us trying... it'd be fun, wouldn't it?" your fingers lightly ran over his exposed skin above the towel. your light touch caused goosebumps to form on his skin, and his hand wrapped around your throat as he pulled you up gently to your knees.

"i can't think of anything i'd enjoy more," he breathed, releasing his grip on your locks and placing both hands on your clothed hips. "you certainly know how to get a rise out of me, sweetheart. tempting me with the idea of pumping you full of my cum until your pretty cunt cannot hold any more of me."

you clenched your thighs together, his words having seeped into your veins and down to your core. your clit throbbed, growing sensitive as you pictured elijah claiming your cunt over and over, with his cum leaking out of you and drenching the bed sheets. your panties were slowly dampening, and you craved more of his touch.

elijah felt your muscles tense underneath his touch, and as if he knew your thoughts, his fingers slipped under the skimpy hem of your silk nightgown. they hooked into your panties, his bodily warmth inched closer to the area that craved him the most, and a shiver went up your spine, perking up your nipples as they peaked through the thin material.

"why the hell are you still wearing a towel?" you whispered, your tone reeling him in even further.

"i'm not totally sure. perhaps i should remove it."

"agreed," you smiled, biting your lip as his hand tugged the towel off of his hips, casting it onto the floor. your eyes caught sight of his hardening length. it was already red and visibly angry as it ached for the attention only you could satisfy it with. you salivated at the view, and elijah watched as you became memorized by him. there was no way in hell he would let all of those scorching feelings go to waste.

elijah climbed on top of you as you leaned back onto your elbows, his hands returning to their place under your nightgown to toy with the tiny lace material that covered your cunt. the tips of his fingers brushed over your clothed clit, sending a jolt of energy through you. you tried to grind your hips into his digits, but elijah stopped you, his hand pressing you down against the mattress.

"you know the rules, my darling. i am the one in control. you don't get to feel good unless i say so. is that understood?"

you nodded, his authoritative tone making clear where you stood in this scenario. you loved elijah like this, loved handing your body over to him to use in every way he wished to. your submissive side relished in the control he took over you, and it was as if you lived to please him. like it was your sole purpose, and nothing else mattered.

elijah pushed you flat on your back, your head hitting your pillow as his lips found your neck. he licked a stripe up your pulse point, his fangs poking out momentarily and dragging lightly against your skin. he braced one hand on your neck to keep you in place as his other tugged your panties to the side. he collected some of your slick on his fingers, smoothing it over your bundle of nerves and massaging it in agonizingly slow and torturous circles. you gasped when you felt one of his fangs break through the barrier of your skin ever so slightly, drawing a drop of blood from it. it trailed down your neck a little before elijah lapped it up.

"how is it that every part of you is so sweet? even the blood that courses through your veins is just as candied as your heart. so decadent," he murmured against your skin. he sucked on different parts of your neck and collarbone, marking you up as he continued to tease you with his fingers. he could feel how wet you were as he gathered more of the slick that was oozing out of you. "is all this for me, my love? is this how badly you want me to fuck every drop of my cum into your needy cunt? so pathetic."

his taunting only caused more fluttering inside of you, your walls clenching around nothing as he teased the very tip of his index and middle fingers at your entrance. he brought his fingers up to your lips, shoving them inside your mouth as he ordered you to suck your arousal off of them. you obeyed his command, your tongue lapping at his digits as you relished in the taste of yourself.

when you finished, he drew his fingers back and wrapped his hand around your throat as his free hand lined himself up with your entrance.

"do you want to make me proud?" he asked, his hold on your throat keeping your gaze locked on his.

you nodded in return, but it didn't seem to be the sort of response that elijah wanted from you. his fingers curled around your throat tighter, and he pulled your face closer to his.

"i'll ask again. will you make me proud?"

"yes. i'll do whatever you want. love pleasing you," you replied.

"then you'll lie still for me while i fuck you full?"

"yes. use me to make yourself come. i'll be so good for you," you spoke, eyes pleading for him to do something. all you wanted was for him to use you in any way he saw fit. you didn't care what he did or how he did it. you just needed to feel him.

"good," he said, and that was the only resemblance of a warning you received before you felt his cock slam into you. he buried himself to the hilt, and he was so big inside you that you could see his length poking out from inside you. he traced over the imprint protruding from your abdomen, looking up at you with a proud smirk. "look how wide i stretch out this tight little cunt. how full i stuff you. it is divine."

it was divine. elijah was so deliciously deep inside of you, you'd convinced yourself to believe that you could feel him in your throat. "you fill me up so perfectly, baby. stuff me over and over until i'm a mess for you...until i can't take it anymore. please," you begged. you were trying to rile him up, and you could see that it was working as your eyes locked with his.

"because you asked me so very nicely..." he said, easing himself out to the tip before he rutted into you harshly, "i will give it to you just how you want me to." you squealed at his force. your fingers grasped the sheets that surrounded you as elijah's pace quickened, giving you no time to adjust to his size. his movements were merciless, and with every thrust, it felt like he was knocking the wind out of you.

"i want you to look at us...watch how i fuck you," elijah ordered, his hand around your throat tugging your gaze down to where he was fucking you. but that wasn't the only thing that caught your eye. you kept your sight on your abdomen as you watched his cock slide in and out. the view was so erotic that you felt yourself beginning to clamp around his length already. you brought one of your hands down to toy with your clit in an attempt to help you reach your high.

"want all your come, 'lijah. need to feel you leaking out of me. please, i'm so close."

it hadn't even been five seconds after you begged him to come when elijah pulled out of you suddenly. he knew how close you were. his knowledge of your body and how responsive you were to his touch was something that was definitely not lacking.

you whined at the loss of contact instantly, and before you could blink, elijah had both of your hands pinned above your head with the hand that previously rested on your throat.

"did we not agree that you only come when i say so?"

you nodded pitifully. you knew who was in control. there wasn't even a question. but you were hoping he would let it slide since he was so wrapped up in you imploring him to breed you.

"you should have listened to me, sweetheart. now i am forced to punish you. i surely cannot allow you to get away with misbehaving."

"elijah, please. i'm sorry. i'll behave, i promise. i need you to make me come."

"you should have thought of that before you decided to disobey me," he spoke. he then used his vamp-speed to put you on your knees before him. his hands grabbed hold of your wrists and pulled them behind your back. he left one hand on them, his vice grip making it difficult to release yourself from his grasp — not that you wanted to. with that same hand, he pushed your wrists into the arch of your spine, pushing you as far as you could go. you yearned for the high elijah would grant you by the night's end; that was a no-brainer. but you also wanted yourself to be at his mercy completely, and elijah was acting on those very same desires.

elijah landed a harsh smack on your ass, your flesh stinging as red hues rose to the skin there. he then plunged his cock into your entrance, his free hand ramming your ass against his hips as he fucked you mercilessly.

the only thing you could do in response to his actions was call out his name repeatedly, the volume filling your shared bedroom. your throat was already raw, vocal cords aching as you panted heavily. you bit down on the comforter below you, squeezing your eyes shut as you let elijah teach you your lesson.

"that's it, darling," he said, punctuating his sentence with another slap onto your ass, "take all of me. you adore being punished, don't you? you're such a pathetic little slut for me that you'll let me use you in any way i feel inclined, hm?" he sneered, fucking you further into the mattress.

the pleasure was more than overwhelming, but if he ripped it away from you, you knew that would leave you aching even more. it was too much, but not enough at the same time, and that thought drove you insane. if this was how you went out, you'd die a happy woman. the tears that welled in your eyes began to roll down your cheeks, dampening the duvet in front of you as you shoved your face deeper into it.

elijah's hand gained a grip on your hair as he continued his brutal thrusts, and he yanked you upward. your back was flush against his chest, and his arms wrapped around your middle as he fucked into you harder, still. your hands gripped his biceps, and your nails clawed into them, leaving behind crescent-shaped marks on his skin as you clung to him.

"no running, darling. you're not going anywhere. i'm going to fill you up with my seed, and you're going to be my best girl and take it. isn't that so?"

"shit — yes, baby. i'm your good fucking girl. i'll take it all," you sobbed. your legs felt like jelly, they were trembling beyond control, and if it weren't for elijah's hold on you, you'd be limp.

"i can feel you, my love. gripping my cock like a vice. you spoil me. you'd do anything to come right now, wouldn't you?" he taunted as he felt your walls squeezing him once again. when you nodded furiously, starting to convulse around him a little harder, he tore your high away from you once again, dropping you down onto the bed. you planned on crying out and pleading for him to let you come, but those plans were interrupted when elijah gripped your hips, pulling them back up so he could lap at your cunt. his cock twitched with need as he'd robbed himself of his own release, but he didn't care because he knew how forcefully the waves would crash over both of you when the time came.

"elijah," you gasped in shock, your clit throbbing immensely as his lips wrapped around it. his tongue swirled around it, flicking and toying with it with precise movements. meticulous enough to keep you on the brink of your orgasm, but not quite enough to push you over the edge. your hips subconsciously rolled against his face, and he pulled back. he stood up once more, slapping your clit and pulling another squeal from you before he plunged into you again. this time, he planned on rewarding you — and himself — with his come filling your pussy up.

"you're so beautiful when you turn into a mess for me. i'm so proud of you, sweet girl," he grunted as he rutted into you as hard and deep as he could. his speed was inhumane, vampire tricks coming into play as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"'lijah, i need it so fucking bad, i'll do anything. please let me soak your cock," you cried out.

elijah obeyed, granting you your wish as he pushed his thumb into your puckered hole. you erupted, your walls gripping him so tightly that it made it difficult for him to keep moving. "there we go, sweetheart. make a mess all over me. do your absolute worst," he gritted through his teeth.

he threw his head back as he kept up his unwavering pace, chasing his own orgasm. he brought his free hand down to your clit, rubbing it harshly so he could keep you wrapped tightly around him.

you were beginning to come down, but elijah was still rapidly chasing his high with his unforgiving thrusts. sobbing was an understatement at that point; you were nothing but a weeping puddle as the overstimulation sent you into a frenzy. you were so exhausted that all you could do was lie there and let elijah fuck you to his heart — and cock's — content.

"fill me up, baby. pump me full of your seed. make me your little breeding whore," you encouraged as best as you could manage. you still felt the energy buzzing through your veins with every motion against your clit and thrust against your g-spot.

elijah's past goal of getting you to remain clamped around him seemed to be working because you were fast approaching another earth-shattering orgasm. he felt your walls start to grasp him once more, and finally, his cock twitched, and his seed sprayed the inside of you. you came together, the both of you collapsing onto the bed as you rode out your highs.

elijah began to slowly pull out of you when he noticed the mixture of both of your releases starting to slip out of you. he stroked inside of you slowly, fucking both of your come back into you.

you hissed at the contact, still extremely sensitive as you turned your head, locking eyes with your boyfriend. he looked gorgeous, all fucked out and glowy from the sheen of sweat that laid over his skin. still, that didn't stop you from noticing the slightly worried expression that took over his features.

"what is it?" you questioned, your weak arm reaching up to smooth some hair away from his forehead.

"i know you have said that you are okay with my not being able to procreate, but i just worry that i'm taking your dreams away. i do not wish to be the one that holds you back from the future you have always planned. i love you far too much to do that to you."

your gaze softened, and you shuffled closer to him, your hand finding his chest and resting over his heart.

"my future isn't dependent on having kids. it is, however, dependent on being with you."

elijah's hand rested on top of yours as his eyes searched yours, "you're certain?"

"i am. i promise."

elijah tag list (join here!): @amournoir @princess-charming-01 @kittyqrt @trenchmaniac @hopesdadswife @skydisneylover @the-kaya-aa

[the-grey-hunt]

i was encouraged for two seconds and now you all get to look at medieval ghost trick—heavily based on the medieval AU by @theriveroflight!

MORE WORDS BELOW THE CUT:

im gonna talk about each outfit specifically because again, someone encouraged me for 2 seconds and i love talking

YOMIEL (and SISSEL): Sissel gets a little medieval hood instead of a plain kerchief, because it's adorable.

Yomiel's outfit is based on this gentleman here, but with a longer doublet to mimic his suit jacket. His red clothes are plain and a common color, but the richness of the color (from an early dye batch) indicates that it's probably a bit expensive, and the rich black collar and blindfold (because sunglasses didn't exist) are also some flashy signifiers of wealth.

The white leather of his shoes and belt would also be pretty showy (even if those white shoes are a bad idea in medieval mud...). I couldn't figure out a way to make the hat work, but I kinda wanted to.

CABANELA: As a knight, Cabanela not only has some flashy white leather for his belt, but he's wearing a full-length chainmail shirt (expensive!) AND a deep black skirted tunic—lots of fabric that would take LOTS of expensive dye. This is conspicuous consumption to the max, showing off his status (indicated by his silver chain and pendant) as a royal knight.

His sword doesn't quite seem to match...as it's not his, but Jowd's old sword, still bearing Jowd's family's crest. Cabanela's outfit is taken from these two 12th/13th c. knights.

LYNNE: A younger and less established knight than Cabanela, she's wearing more common colors (red, blue, yellow) from cheaper dyes, and her armor is based on this 9th/10th c. fellow. Older gear and much less flashy—she has plain brown leather accessories—but she bears the green ribbon favor that shows her commitment to Jowd's case.

Plus, her hose (pants) are a pretty deep blue and her armor is polished. She's taking good care of her handmedown gear and has made a few splurges on clothes! Her sword may not have a crest, but there's still a few jewels set in the hilt, befitting a royal knight.

KAMILA (and MISSILE):

Kamila as a young noblewoman is referenced from this statue of a French queen. Her veil and circlet are typical for medieval women��most wore some kind of hair covering—but her circlet is metal, while most ordinary people would use fabric. I'm very proud of how nice all the gilding turned out. The power of shading!

Her little purse is not only expensive, but a royal favor—it's silk dyed Tyrian purple, a color that was often legally banned for anyone not in the royal family. I imagine it's a gift from her friend, Princess Amelie! Her clothes are pretty plain, light colors for a noblewoman, which is probably a matter of taste and/or youth.

The pose she's in, holding her cloak fastening down so it doesn't pull against her throat, is very common in medieval artwork of the period where this type of sash fastening was common.

Missile is Missile. you can't improve on perfection XD. I have given him a green collar, in a style to match Kamila's fancy gilt belt.

JOWD:

Jowd is dressed in his "prison clothes", this rough brown friar's robe and rope belt that I copied the pose from as well. However, being brought back onto the case as a knight, he's recovered his old green "coat", a very nice garment called a gardcorps. It's a simple green, not too expensive, but it's lined in a contrasting white, showing the care put into its make.

I switched the opening on his gardcorps to the front, rather than the side as in the original illustration, so that the rope belt would be visible because I really liked the belt. It's got most of the "penitent" vibes I was trying to give Jowd. Also, like the friar, he is barefoot (prison does not give one a big clothes budget).

The background shows the city, like the original green-monochrome city skyline from the game's promo images. This city, however, has fewer and smaller lights, indicating the palace and the castle wall—and over the sea, the Viking longships of Sith's country are swarming in! (it's explicitly not longships in the fic I reference, but the Vikings are just too suitable a reference)

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Birthday Girl

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pairing: james potter x female reader

warnings: fluff, kissing

summary: james planned a wonderful (and humorous) birthday morning for you

a/n: i'm actually so proud of this one and i love it sm, i hope you love it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

song: dancing queen - abba

James enters your dormitory and smiles when he sees you peacefully sleeping. He excited tiptoes to the bed before jumping on top of you.

You groan at the weight as you wake up and adjust to the light in the room. You rub your eyes with a lazy smile looking at your boyfriend.

He sits up and goes over to you. He kisses your forehead, "Happy," your left cheek, "birthday," your right cheek, "my," and finally your lips, "love!"

"Thank you, James," you comb your fingers through his hair and he rests his chin on your chest, looking at you with admiration in his eyes.

"I have got stuff planned all day for you," he says.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm, so get ready. And dress up!"

"If you say so," you bite your lip in excitement. James always makes things fun. You get out of bed and go into the bathroom while James 'reads' a book that was on your nightstand - he was just flipping pages and holding it upside down.

You wash your face, brush your teeth, and use a quick spell to wash and dry your hair in seconds. You do your makeup and put on some deodorant.

You step back into the room and James watches you as you pick a simple but gorgeous dress from your closet. You take off James' shirt which you slept in and pull it over your head with your back turned away from him.

You only had your underwear only since you didn't sleep with a bra. You glance back at him and see him playfully pouting at you. You roll your eyes with a laugh and finish getting dressed.

You turn around and do a pose, "How do I look?"

"Stunning as always," James stands up and goes over to you. He puts his hand on your waist and pulls you into a sweet kiss. He licks your lip for you to open but you pull back.

"Nope, you are gonna mess up my lipstick," you laugh looking at his mouth, "this color looks good on you," you grin as he blushes. You take your hand and slide your thumb on his mouth, wiping the bit of lipstick that got on him.

"Well, I think it's time to go," he said glancing at his watch.

James steps out first and as you follow you get squeezed in a tight hug.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" You are finally let go of and suck in a breath after being suffocated. You look and see Dorcas, Marlene, Lily, and Alice.

"Thank you, thank you," you do a dramatic bow and they giggle. Lily steps in front of you and puts a sash on you that says 'Birthday Girl'. Dorcas puts a tiara on your head, Marlene puts on a bunch of bead necklaces on you, and Alice gives you two gorgeous bouquets of flowers.

"Guys you are going to make me cry, you didn't have to do all of this!"

"Don't be silly!" Lily waves her hands.

"You're our best friend," Marlene puts her arm on your shoulder.

"And the sweetest person we know," Alice continues.

"Exactly! We love you," Dorcas smiles.

"Well, I love you all more," you step back into the room to place the flowers in a vase you got with your wand, then you go back to the four girls.

You hear a throat clear a few feet away from where you all are standing, "If you ladies are done, I believe it is time for breakfast," James says.

The girls share a look with giddy smiles and you furrow your eyebrows.

You are all outside the Great Hall now. James in front of you and the four girls behind you. James pushes the doors open and your jaw drops. Alice giggles as she records everything.

You are met with Peter and Sirius each on their own table on the two opposite sides of the Hall. Sirius in a tight glittery pink dress, Peter in a tight crop top and matching tight shorts. They have matching goofy grins.

James jogs over to one of the two middle tables and hops onto it. He takes off his shirt, revealing a purple bra and he mutters a spell that turned his pants into a tight skirt a couple of inches above his knee.

The students cheer as the lights turn off and colored light beams start moving around. Suddenly, a disco ball comes from the ceiling with Remus in a disco ball jumpsuit sitting on it. He spins as it reaches low enough for him to jump onto the table next to James.

"Oh my goodness," you blush.

James summons a microphone and speaks into it, "Happy birthday to my lovely girlfriend! The beautiful, stunning, breathtaking, lovely, angelic Y/n L/n!"

Your face burns even hotter as the students all look at you as cheer.

The song 'Dancing Queen' by a muggle group called ABBA starts playing.

You look at the staff table and see everyone with smiles on their faces - except McGonagall who was laughing into her hands.

James starts to sing as he dances along the table, "Ooh you can dance!"

"You can jive!" Peter continues.

"Having the time of your life!" Remus hops around on the table.

"Ooh, see that girl," Sirius winks at you, "Watch that scene!"

"Digging the dancing queen!" They all sing in sync. You smile brightly at them as they continue to sing the song.

James hopes off the table and heads towards you. You shake your head and back up. You bump into your friends and look at them, they just shrug with a smile and push you towards James.

He grabs your hand and pulls you onto the table with him. He twirls you as people whistle. The two of you dance and laugh as you have the best morning ever.

Once the song finishes James jumps off the table and holds his hand out for you. You take it and hop off, he gives your hand a quick kiss while the other three boys get down.

Sirius claps his hands and the tables to make room for a big square table in the middle.

Remus snaps his fingers and a huge dancing queen cake appears on the table. Peter whistles and sparkling candles fly onto the cake.

James counts down from three and everyone starts to sing happy birthday. Your cheeks turn red again, you never liked people singing happy birthday to you.

Once the song finishes and you blow out the candles, McGonagall clears her throat, surprisingly gaining most people's attention, "Let them eat cake!"

Suddenly, the cake is gone and everyone has a slice in front of them. James grabs the plate that is at his seat and takes some on his finger, then smudges it on your nose.

"Hey!" You grab your slice and take a small chunk, you throw it towards his face but he ducks and it smacks onto Sirius' hair, who was standing behind him.

"..."

"..."

The hall was silent as they glanced between you and Sirius.

"Ha... ha... you know, I- I think I left something in my room..." you say nervously, taking slow steps backwards. You turn around and try to rush out of the Hall, "See you later!"

"Where do you think you're going?!" Sirius chases after you, snatching his slice on the way. He catches up to you and wraps an arm around your waist to stop you. With the other arm, he smacks his whole slice onto your face and rubs it in.

He takes the plate off your face and steps back. You turn around and the boys grin, "Gotcha," he pats your shoulder. You wipe your mouth and eyes, then wipe your hands on your dress before remembering you have magic. You say a spell to get the cake off your face and dress.

James comes up with a good idea and sneaks around to some students, he grabs their cake and throws it across the hall at some other student. Laughs fill the room as everyone starts throwing their cake around in a food fight.

McGonagall glances at Dumbledore before using her wandless magic to make her cake slice fall onto his head.

His head slowly turns towards her, "Did you do this, Minerva?"

"I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about," she shrugs while holding back a smile.

As cake is being thrown, James goes to you and pulls you to him, kisses you as people wolf whistle around you. He rests his forehead against yours, "Happy birthday, sweetheart, I love you."

"I love you too, thank you for the best birthday," you whisper.

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Childish Plot

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PAIRING: Goku/Vegeta/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, little plot, a little fluff. WARNINGS: Threesome (F/M/M). Double Penetration. Dom/Sub Undertones WORDCOUNT: 6620

Summary:

“Can you two not look at me like that?” You asked, flushing under their hungry eyes. 

“Don’t act so coy,” Vegeta smirked, one of his hands trailing from your ankle up your calf.

“You did ask us if we wanted to eat somethin’.” Goku grinned, undoing his sash quickly.

“I didn’t mean me!”

Notes: This is the first threesome fic I had ever publicly shared and I'm a little nervous. I'm quite proud of it but at the same time I'm nervous. This is not a true threesome per se (meaning, Goku and Vegeta do not Really interact with each other as much as I would want, though they still touch) but I want to get there at some point in my future fics. So basically, if you don't like men (especially these two) touching each other, maybe you won't like this. I obviously ship Goku and Vegeta, or I wouldn't have written them like this, so in future fics I want to explore their dynamics more (and actually have a True Threesome). I proofread this when I was sleepy so maybe it's not perfect grammar-wise. Just so yall know, everyone is bisexual in all my fics unless otherwise stated, even the reader.

It was your first night alone after months. Goku and Vegeta had left with Whis that morning to train for god knows how long. Months, obviously. You were okay with that. It’s not like they left you forever, but the first few nights were weird and lonely. You had to learn how to sleep by yourself again in your king size bed (which you always thought was kind of small with how Goku slept). 

It was fine. You didn’t need to sleep with them every night. 

You sighed, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a robe around your body. At least you could do small things that you wouldn’t do as often with them around, you thought as you blow dried your hair. Getting a midnight snack was a rare occurrence, simply because if either Goku or Vegeta noticed (mostly Vegeta, Goku slept like a log most of the time), you had to make enough food to share with them, killing the idea of it being a snack. Not to mention the amount of food you had to cook for both of them every day. Taking a break from all that was needed every once in a while.

Still, you pouted when you walked into your room, bed empty. There wasn't anything to do about it, so you sat by the vanity, running your fingers through your hair so it wouldn’t be as messy in the morning. 

You stood up, turning to go to the dresser to look for underwear to put on when Goku and Vegeta materialized right in front of you. You screeched, jumping backwards and almost knocking over the vanity table.

“Goddamnit!” You held your robe tighter around yourself, trying to even your breathing. “You scared the crap out of me!”

“Sorry, honey,” Goku apologized, rubbing the back of his head. 

“What are you two even doing here?”

“There was some kind of emergency…” Goku began to explain, as Vegeta sat by the bed, taking off his boots and gloves.

You turned your head from side to side, alternating between looking at both of their faces. An emergency? Was the Earth or Universe in danger once more? Will they have to leave?

“It was an emergency on the other side of the universe. Whis didn’t want the clown to tag along, since he always makes matters worse,” Vegeta clarified, noticing the growing panic in your face. 

“So we came back! We’ll leave the next time Whis comes,” Goku said, approaching you and planting a brief kiss on your lips. 

Somehow it didn’t seem like Goku would simply agree to come back so fast just like that. You watched him walk into the bathroom, and you turned to Vegeta, who was just taking off his armor. 

“You convinced him to come back, didn’t you?”

Vegeta grunted before replying.

“The fool would have mindlessly picked up a fight wherever Whis was going. I had to remind him there was someone waiting for us to come home.”

“That’s… really sweet of you.”

Vegeta didn’t respond, but you noticed the tips of his ears turning a little red. The comment took you by surprise if you were honest, but as time went by in the last few years, you could tell he had mellowed out somehow, and sometimes he said things that could be sweet, romantic even. You approached him and leaned down, pressing your lips to his. 

The kiss was supposed to be short, or that was your intention, but when you tried to pull away, Vegeta put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you in place. He deepened the kiss, licking your lips, and you melted into him quickly. When you pulled away, your body felt hotter than usual.

Goku walked in then, with just his pants on, discarding his shirts randomly onto the bedroom floor.

You weren’t sure if they were doing it on purpose, but their actions were starting to affect you.

“Have you eaten?” You asked, clearing your throat. “It’s late but I can make something if you guys want to eat.”

When you turned to walk to the door, Vegeta grabbed your wrist and unceremoniously threw you to the bed. You yelped, surprised, as you bounced on the mattress. His eyes were roaming your body immediately, and you could see something dark pooling in them when you met his gaze. Goku approached you then, standing by the bed, and while he still had his usual smile, you noticed the same gleam in his eyes. 

You recoiled a little instinctively, feeling small, like a deer caught in the headlights.

It was exciting, and warmth started forming in your lower abdomen.

“Can you two not look at me like that?” You asked, flushing under their hungry eyes. 

“Don’t act so coy,” Vegeta smirked, one of his hands trailing from your ankle up your calf.

“You did ask us if we wanted to eat somethin’.” Goku grinned, undoing his sash quickly.

“I didn’t mean me!”

Your eyes scanned his naked body once Goku pulled down his pants and underwear, your gaze settling on his already half hard cock. You swallowed, squeezing your legs together, trying to relieve the pressure that had rapidly built up inside you. 

Vegeta had settled beside you on the bed, and claimed your lips in a kiss that left you lightheaded, his hot tongue hungrily stroking yours. You melted into him immediately, humming into the kiss and cupping his face, as his hands worked on undoing the sash on your robe and pulling it open. You were still naked underneath, and thankfully you never got to put on clothes considering how quickly you got in the mood to have them both. 

When Vegeta trailed his lips downwards towards your neck, his hands tracing the underside of your breasts, Goku cupped your chin and turned you to him to kiss your lips. He was more enthusiastic about it than Vegeta was, nibbling your bottom lip before roaming your mouth with his tongue, devouring you completely. You returned the kiss just as hungrily, until Vegeta’s lips reached your nipple, closing on it and sucking earnestly, making you gasp. Goku swallowed every sound you made, one of his hands caressing your other breast and running his thumb over your nipple. 

They were going so fast, your mind was in a haze so quickly and you were at a loss for words. Goku soon trailed down your neck, biting and kissing, and when his hand reached between your legs to rub your clit, just at the same time Vegeta grazed his teeth on your nipple, you tugged at both of their hairs. 

“W-wait…” You panted, pulling at their hair again to get them to focus on what you were saying. “You guys are going too fast.”

Goku looked at you curiously, like he didn’t understand why that was a bad thing (which it wasn’t really, you were just overwhelmed by the sudden attention and needed a minute). Vegeta grunted in response, clearly annoyed, and tried to resume his work on your chest again, but you tugged at his hair once more.

“And why am I being the focus here?”

“Are you complaining?” Vegeta snapped, impatiently but with no real malice.

“Of course not, but…” You gulped, eyeing them both, hoping they would read your mind. 

Seemingly understanding what you were implying, Vegeta rolled his eyes and grunted before pulling away from you and sitting up. Grabbing Goku by the back of his neck, he yanked him in towards him and captured his lips in a bruising kiss. Goku’s growl was audible enough for you, you could even feel his chest vibrate from the privileged position you were in, just a couple of inches away from them, as they kissed each other greedily, one of his hands tangling in Vegeta’s hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. 

Scooting back against the pillows, you stared at them, wide eyed, and fought the urge to touch yourself at the sight, pulling your legs together. You were getting wetter than you expected by simply watching them, they had an effect on you that was otherworldly, turning your brain into jelly easily. You still had your robe draped over your shoulders, and feeling your body getting hotter every passing second, you slid it off and threw it somewhere across the room.

Vegeta broke the kiss, pulling on Goku’s hair to move his head to the side to sink his teeth into his neck, just underneath his ear. Goku groaned, his muscles visibly tensing, and while Vegeta sucked a bruise on the skin of his neck, Goku’s hand reached for his still clothed crotch, stroking it gently. You couldn’t contain simply watching anymore, and you reached your own hand to where Goku’s was touching Vegeta, palming his erection through his clothes. 

It was then Vegeta pushed Goku away from him and swatted your hand off his crotch to discard his own clothes as quickly as possible. Goku turned to you before you knew it, settling in beside you and kissing your lips just as ravenously as he had before, cradling your face in his hands. You kissed him as eagerly as your brain allowed you to, still dizzy from the state of arousal you were in, teeth crashing and tongues tangling immediately. You knew what you wanted however, and you reached one of your hands towards his cock, already hot and hard. He groaned softly when you stroked him gently, running your thumb over the slit, smearing precum all over.

Vegeta’s touch on your inner thigh made your moves falter, squeezing the dick in your hand at the base when his fingers reached your entrance. You gasped, pulling away from Goku’s lips when Vegeta pressed his palm against your clit, running his fingers along your lower lips. His touch was tortuous, slowly moving his digits but without really settling anywhere you wanted him to, and you whined, frustrated, when he passed over your clit with a featherlike touch. 

You met his eyes to glare at him, silently asking why he was torturing you like that when hey basically threw themselves at you first. His gaze was lustful but with a playful gleam in them, a wide smirk adorning his face. It caught your breath in your throat.

“Is this slow enough for you?” Vegeta asked, voice low. 

Son of a bitch, he would tease you like that. You were about to reply when he pressed his thumb against your clit, drawing small circles. You whimpered, your legs twitching from the sudden stimulation, almost making you fall back against the mattress. Afraid you would accidentally grip him too hard, and knowing you weren’t really stroking him how either one of you would have liked, you let go of Goku’s dick, earning a grunt from him. 

The fingers in between your legs started touching you more thoroughly now, though still at a slow pace. It was still a lot better than what he was doing earlier, and you tried to briefly bask in the sensation of his touch, usually rough and aggressive, but in those moments it was surprisingly gentle. You knew you’d get impatient soon enough, so you tried to revel in what Vegeta was giving you. Goku’s lips were on your neck then, nibbling and sucking at the skin underneath your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

Your head was spinning when they both shifted on the bed, Goku settling in behind you and Vegeta scooting in between your legs. That warm knot in your abdomen tightened when you realized how close his mouth was to your core. You tried to turn over to resume giving Goku your attention, to feel him in your hand again, and maybe even your mouth, all the while Vegeta busied himself with your core; but you were kept in place by two pairs of hands. 

“Why aren’t you guys letting me touch you?” You whined, pouting.

“Maybe later,” Goku replied, nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck and putting his hands on your waist, pressing you back against his chest. 

You didn’t have it in you to keep complaining, especially not when Goku’s hands slid upwards towards your breast, fondling them tenderly. You weren’t going to win against them anyway, not when both of them had their minds set on something, in this case that something being you. 

When Vegeta darted his tongue, swiping it across your core, you gasped, one of your hands going for his hair to tangle in it. 

“You planned this, didn’t you?” You asked breathily, leaning your head against Goku’s shoulder.

“Not me,” Goku whispered playfully against your ear, making you shudder. 

You tried to snort, but whatever noise you tried to make came out as a stuttered moan when Vegeta slid his tongue through your folds. He nestled in closer, pushing your thighs over his shoulders and resting his hands on your hips to keep you in place as he resumed his work between your legs.

It was like your body was on fire once Vegeta started eating you out, not leaving any part of you untouched. His tongue stroked over your entrance almost meticulously, before flicking it over your clit, making your legs quiver. You moaned loudly, your one unoccupied hand draping back to thread through Goku’s hair as he hummed, running his fingers over your nipples, enhancing the pleasure pulsing through your veins.

You automatically tugged at Vegeta’s hair when his tongue flattened against your clit. Your hips responded to every move of his mouth against your wetness, but his hold of you was obviously too strong to be defied. Every time you arched your back, however, you could feel Goku’s erection pressing against you. He grunted and hummed against the skin of your neck, trailing kisses where he could reach, but didn’t try to alleviate himself otherwise. You wanted to touch him badly, both of them actually, but they already seemed to have plans for you that you didn’t know about.

As Vegeta lapped at your clit and Goku licked and kissed your neck at the same time he pinched your nipples, all you could think about was that you weren’t going to last long. You wanted to enjoy the moment more, but it was difficult to do so with all the attention they were giving you.

Turning your head to the side, you pulled Goku towards your face by the grip you had on his hair, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss. He responded eagerly, cupping your cheek with one of his hands, his tongue pushing inside your mouth, and you tried to kiss him back just as intensely, but Vegeta’s mouth on your clit was making the task difficult. Goku didn’t seem to mind, swallowing down all the noises spilling from your lips as he explored your cavity. 

Vegeta’s lips locked over your clit, sucking hard, and you whined loudly against Goku’s lips. Your legs were shaking, and your brain started to feel like jelly, your vision turning blurry around the edges.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to squeeze Vegeta’s head between your thighs to keep him there, or rip away from him to try and collect yourself. Everything was too intense, the warmth in your abdomen tightening yet close to unraveling any second with every move of his tongue against your core.  

“Please, please,” You begged against Goku’s lips, and he groaned in response, even when he wasn’t directly responsible for your undoing at that moment. 

Letting go of Vegeta’s hair, you gripped his forearm, trying to warn him somehow that you were close. He growled, low and dark, never letting up, pressing his tongue against your clit.

Your vision turned white when your orgasm surged through your body, making you moan over and over in delight. You shivered, your hips still trying to move against Vegeta’s mouth to ride your climax. Goku was there, trailing kisses across your cheek and jaw, massaging your breasts to soothe the intensity of your release. 

Vegeta’s tongue lapped at your clit and he didn’t stop until you actually whimpered.

“Vegeta is good, isn’t he?” Goku asked, voice so low it spilled lust, making your hair at the back of your neck stand on end.

Still trying to catch your breath, you yelped when Vegeta growled, licking across your folds and swiping away your release before pulling away. 

“Shut up, Kakarot, and make yourself useful.” Vegeta said, wiping some of the shine off his chin. 

You slid down Goku’s chest, exhausted even though it was only the first orgasm of the night, and neither of them had come yet. He eased you down on the mattress, slipping from behind you and approaching Vegeta. Goku gripped him by the neck and kissed him, tasting you in his mouth. You flushed at the sight, and then narrowed your eyes when you saw them whispering to each other words you couldn't decipher. 

“What are you two plotting?” They looked your way but said nothing. You huffed, sitting up on your elbows. “Should I bring out the strap?”

Goku chortled, but Vegeta seemed less amused, so you nudged his side with your foot.

“Come on, what are you planning?”

“Turn around,” Vegeta commanded, and you glared at him when he didn’t answer your initial question. “I’ll get you ready.”

You raised an eyebrow. He had your attention once more, and whatever they had in mind excited you, but you felt like you were being left out of their decision. 

“Don’t I get a say in this?”

Goku looked between the two of you before smiling playfully at you.

“Do I bring the strap?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You stifled a laughter when Vegeta elbowed him in the ribs.

“You complain too much. Turn around,” Vegeta repeated, a little louder this time. 

“I wanna touch you,” You said, sitting up to slide your hands up their thighs.

Goku smiled sweetly at you, holding your chin up and pressing his lips against yours softly. Vegeta grunted, and you felt the bed shift before you broke the kiss. Vegeta’s hand was on your neck next as he pulled you back against his chest, your back pressed flush against him. 

“Why don’t you use that mouth of yours, since you are so desperate?” He murmured against your ear before nibbling your earlobe.

He practically shoved you forward then, and you yelped in surprise, almost smacking your forehead against Goku’s chest, his hands catching you by your shoulders. You were more than ready to keep protesting against Vegeta, especially for pushing you like that, but Goku was cradling your face and kissing you before you could speak a single word. This kiss is greedy compared to the last one, licking your lips and holding you close as if you were going to slip away any second. 

Goku fell backwards onto the mattress with you on top of him, still pressing his lips against yours. You are pulled away from him when Vegeta grabbed your ankles and yanked you towards him, your body sliding down Goku’s, and you nearly bumped your chin against his dick.

“Stop manhandling me, Vegeta!” You yelled, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it,” Vegeta smirked, grabbing your hips and lifting them up, your ass basically in full display. 

You flushed, embarrassed that they seemed to know you so well, turning your head back to Goku, who was grinning widely, obviously amused at your interactions.

“You manhandle me too, sometimes,” You pouted. 

“Because I know you like it,” He said as he sat up on one of his elbows, holding your chin up and running his thumb across your lips.

You hummed, lightly swirling your tongue around the tip of his finger before taking it into your mouth. Goku leered at you, sticking his thumb more into your mouth and grazing your tongue. You wrapped your lips around it, sucking hard, and you heard him growl, deep in his chest.

When you felt a cool liquid, which you assumed was lube, drip against your backside, you gasped, letting go of Goku’s finger from your mouth. The next thing you felt is a finger prodding around your rear entrance, and you tried to relax, getting back to the task at hand. Goku had his hand on his cock, stroking it slowly right in front of your face. Your mouth watered at the sight; you were dying to taste him.

“Open up,” He said, still holding your chin with one hand, running his thumb over your bottom lip one last time before guiding his dick to your mouth. 

You flinched when you felt Vegeta’s finger pushing inside you. It wasn’t a completely uncomfortable feeling, you had done this before, but it took a while to get to a place where it actually started feeling good. You breathed in deeply, settling your arms on Goku’s thighs and wrapping a hand around his erection. He sighed, letting you do as you pleased, and you nestled in closer.

Darting out your tongue, you licked the underside of his cock, all the way up to the tip. Goku groaned loudly when you flattened your tongue on the slit before planting a kiss there. You licked at the head once more before wrapping your lips around it, looking up to see his face as you sucked lightly. 

Goku’s face was contorted in pleasure, brows furrowed together and eyes blown by desire. It was such a sight to see; his usual expression was always so relaxed, showing his easy going nature, it was something else when you got to see him like that, completely lost in sexual gratification, and it added to the heat slowly pooling in your lower abdomen once more. You felt happy knowing only you and Vegeta got to see him like that.

You moaned around him when you felt Vegeta adding a second finger inside you, at the same time his other hand went in between your legs, stroking your clit ever so slightly. Goku growled, obviously feeling the vibration your voice gave him, and his hips bucked slightly into your mouth, making you take more of him in. Your hand stroked the part of him that you couldn’t fit, as you got used to Vegeta’s fingers moving inside you. His fingers rubbing your clit were certainly helping you loosen up, but it was making sucking Goku off more difficult, as you really couldn’t give him your full attention. 

Trying to resume your work on him, you flattened your tongue on the underside of his cock as you took a little more of him in. You slowly slid up and down, preparing your throat to have him fully inside your mouth. You jumped up slightly when Vegeta’s fingers pressed against your clit once more, his other two fingers still scissoring your rear entrance. You popped off Goku’s dick with a gasp, and you heard him whine from above you at the loss of your touch.

“Didn’t you want to touch us?” Vegeta asked. You couldn’t see him but there must have been a sneer on his lips when he spoke. “Is that all you can do, woman?”

Damn him. Suddenly his fingers on your folds didn’t feel as reassuring but more teasing and challenging instead. 

Focussing on Goku once more, you looked him in the eye, as if asking for help. You held his erection in place as you guided him into your mouth once more. He understood what you wanted by simply locking eyes with you, and he put a hand on your head, pushing you down onto his cock. He wasn’t too far gone that he would fuck your mouth senseless, but he got that you wanted him to aid you somehow. 

Your hand wrapped around the base prevented you from choking around him when the head of his dick grazed your throat. Goku let out a guttural groan, his hand on your head threading through your hair and keeping you in place for a couple of seconds before letting you pull back. You pulled off him briefly to catch your breath before taking him in again, this time bobbing your head around him.

You moaned again when Vegeta pushed another finger inside you, your body shuddering from the stretch, and his fingers stimulating your clit simultaneously was not helping you focus. You didn’t let go of Goku’s cock though, and he groaned louder when you tried to fit him whole inside your mouth. It took you by surprise when he suddenly pulled at your hair, trying to get you off him. 

“Wait…” Goku’s voice was shaky and he was panting, looking down at you with hooded eyes. “I wanna come inside you…”

You pulled off him completely, slowly stroking him with your hand. 

“My mouth is inside,” You teased him, your voice a little hoarse as well.

Goku chuckled, and you didn’t pull him in again. While feeling his cock pulsing inside your mouth as you swallowed down his cum was a gratifying sensation, you also wanted him to come inside you, in any of your two holes that Vegeta was preparing. And at least one, by the way his fingers were sliding into you, seemed to be ready. 

When Vegeta pulled out his fingers, you sighed, relieved that the teasing on his part was over, and you’d get to have them both inside you at last. Goku grabbed your arm, tugging you towards him, and you straddled his hips. Vegeta was right behind you, pressing himself against your back, trailing his lips on your shoulder with his hands on your hips. 

No matter how many times you’ve done that with them, it was never completely comfortable when they penetrated you from behind at first. It didn’t hurt, both Goku and Vegeta made sure of that, but you were never quite ready for how it felt to have them inside you that way. You still tried to relax, closing your eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply, as Goku’s hands caressed your sides and hips, smiling sweetly at you when he saw the slight tension on your face. You knew the feeling would change once you had both of them fully surrounded by your warmth. 

Vegeta coated his erection with lube before pushing into you carefully, inch by inch until he was fully seated. Your mouth hung open, feeling completely full already, and you supported yourself with your hands against Goku’s chest as you got used to the stretch, his hands still exploring your body as a means to soothe you. Vegeta didn’t move, only placing kisses in the back of your neck, and trailing a hand up and down your back. It still amazed you how gentle he could be at times, and if your mind wasn’t in a haze, you would comment on it.

After a couple of seconds, the dull ache was fading, and you moved your hips slightly to signal him that you were fine. Vegeta grunted, holding your hips and pressing you against his chest. 

“Hurry up, Kakarot!” Vegeta urged him, impatience making his voice shake. 

Goku huffed, obviously impatient himself if he didn’t have it in him to retort. Stroking his cock, he ran the tip over your front entrance, using the wetness still there from your release to coat himself before lining up underneath you. You gasped when he slowly eased himself inside you. He took his time, pulling out a little before pushing back in again, so as not to overwhelm you. Once he was fully sheathed, you sighed loudly. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight…” Goku breathed, closing his eyes shut. 

The stretch was agonizingly blissful. Their dicks were impressive enough on their own, skillfully touching places that set your nerves ablaze, and having them both at once was an out of world experience. You could feel Vegeta shudder behind you, and Goku was practically panting. They were dying to move, but they would wait until you signal them that you were ready. 

It seemed like an hour until you felt comfortable enough. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply.

“Move.”

Vegeta moved first, sliding out of you before pushing back in diligently. You gasped, shivers going up your spine. You opened your eyes just in time to see Goku’s face filled with bliss as he felt Vegeta’s moves affected the sensation on his dick as well. 

“Feeling okay?” Vegeta whispered against your ear, still moving his hips cautiously. 

“Yeah,” You breathed, resting your head against his shoulder. “I want more.”

Vegeta grunted, grazing his teeth on your earlobe as he slowly built up his rhythm. Goku stared at you, eyes darkened by lust, taking in your reactions before he too started moving. You were breathless, and he held your hips in place as he leisurely glided in and out of you.

Their moves were uneven at first, Vegeta pushing his hips forward when Goku slid out. The way their cocks stroked your insides felt more teasing than anything else, especially with the careful pace they had set. You whined, more than ready to feel them both deep and hard inside you, and you rolled your hips just in time Goku moved upwards, feeling his dick touch you just where you needed him. He growled deeply and you moved your butt back when he eased out to meet Vegeta’s hips instead and it was his turn to grunt at how deep inside you he was. They understood quickly and steadily increased their pace, Goku timing his moves with Vegeta’s.

You couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of your mouth, loud moans and whimpers filling the room along with wet noises of their cocks sliding inside you, and their grunts and groans. Your body felt as if it was on fire, your skin tingling as the aching fullness you felt earlier turned to pleasure. 

You almost slumped forward when their thrusts knocked you out of balance, and you choked back a moan, moving your hands towards Goku’s shoulders to brace yourself, as you tried to keep up with them by rolling your hips. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Goku smiled smugly at you and squeezed your waist.

You whimpered, too out of breath to reply.

Vegeta took your breasts in his hands, squeezing them roughly and digging his fingers into your skin. You cried out, feeling jolts of pleasure traveling your body when he teased your nipples just as he slammed his dick deep inside you. The heat in your abdomen tightened, their cocks gliding in and out of you setting you on edge, but you still needed more to let go.

“Please, please…” You begged, moaning shakily, unable to form a coherent sentence to voice what you actually wanted.

You knew Vegeta wouldn’t give in so easily to your pleas simply because he loved torturing you until you were a moaning mess, but Goku was already on edge because you had teased him with your mouth before, and his hips forcefully snapped upwards as soon as the words left your mouth. You practically screamed, his dick stroking your most sensitive spot inside.

Vegeta growled, his pace faltering when Goku slammed his cock deep into you. You were completely full, both of them settling inside your tight warmth at the same time for a hot moment, and they felt it deeply, Vegeta sinking his teeth into your shoulder, and Goku’s fingers digging painfully into your skin as he groaned. 

Shutting your eyes close, your mouth hung open, panting as they resumed thrusting into you, filling you completely. Goku snapped his hips against you as he sped up first, the rhythm falling out of sync quicker than you expected as he chased his release. You looked at him through hooded eyes when he kept slamming into you hard. He was close, you could tell by the way he leered at you and how his jaw tensed when he moved his hips against yours. Your back arched and you gasped when he suddenly slid his thumb in between your legs to rub at your clit.

You could feel pleasure steadily blooming in your abdomen. Vegeta tried to keep a steady pace of his own, but Goku was in a frenzy, hips ramming into you and making you bounce on top of him. If it wasn’t for how tight they were gripping you would slip away. Goku kept stroking your clit with purpose, and you moaned over and over, closer to the edge than ever.

With a growl, Goku rammed into you as he came, cock twitching inside you. You clenched around him, whimpering as you felt your own release just about to burst within you.

Vegeta pressed you flush against him, one arm tightly wrapped around your waist, and he pushed Goku away from you, swatting the fingers stimulating you with his other hand. Goku groaned at the sudden lack of warmth, his cock spurting streams of cum onto your stomach and thighs. You sobbed, frustrated, your orgasm having just been robbed from you.

“You son of a-” You tried to insult him, but you were cut off when Vegeta lay on the mattress, bringing you down with him to lean against his chest. 

“Not yet,” He murmured roughly against your ear, holding you firmly, your back flush against his chest, as he picked up his pace again, slamming his cock inside you. “You’re not coming yet.”

The pace Vegeta chose this time was relentless, harshly thrusting his dick into you. You screamed loudly until you had no voice left, mouth hanging open once more, only letting out puffs of air. You still felt full, but having him fuck you from behind was more teasing than anything else, and you didn’t get any direct stimulation like that.

Panting, you shakily moved your own hand between your legs and rubbed your clit, desperately trying to build your climax back up. Vegeta pushed your hand away soon enough, and you whined when he replaced it with his own, stroking you with rough fingers. You shuddered, his touch so much better than your own, and when he braced his heels to push you down onto his cock, you gasped loudly. 

You rolled your head back against his shoulder, feeling on the verge of passing out from having been used so roughly. Heat was pooling inside your stomach once more, and you hoped to God Vegeta would let you come this time. Just then you felt him stop his strokes, and when you looked, Goku was swatting his hand away, replacing it with own. He rubbed circles on your clit and pushed three fingers inside your entrance at once, and you cried out with a hoarse voice.

Your body had been pushed to the edge for what felt like a hundred times, that you came as soon as Goku curled his fingers, stroking your insides. You clamped around his fingers, toes curling. Your entire body vibrated and your vision turned white.

Vegeta felt you spasmed when you reached your climax, and he growled, close to release himself. He held your hips tightly as he rammed into you, harder and faster with each passing second. 

He came at last with a guttural groan leaving his mouth, and he buried his cock deep into you. You whimpered, feeling him twitch inside you as he filled you with his seed from behind. 

You were completely worn out, your arms falling limply onto the bed. Vegeta was panting, chest heaving, but he made no move to pull you off him, his hands letting go off your hips and sliding up your waist instead. The only one who was somehow lucid was Goku, and you eyed him wearily as he pressed kisses to both of your knees. 

“You are… an asshole…” You managed to say, clearing your throat, when Goku left to look for a towel.

“I felt your orgasm and heard how loud you screamed.” Vegeta grunted, playfully nibbling your earlobe. “You have nothing to complain about.”

“And yet you still made me suffer to get there…” You hummed, shivering when he kissed your neck. 

“Yeah, Vegeta, why did you push me away?” Goku asked with a scowl once he settled on the bed again, wiping his cum from your stomach and thighs. “I wanted to come inside her!”

Vegeta groaned, but he didn’t reply. 

Goku helped you sit up, and you hissed when Vegeta slipped out of you.

“Maybe next time we should team up against ya,” Goku said, as you leaned against him, settling on his lap and nuzzling your face in his neck. “See how you like that.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Vegeta sneered, not moving an inch from his place on the mattress. 

“I knew you were plotting something!” You pulled away to glare at both of them. Goku chortled, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to act innocent.

“You just realized that?” Vegeta said with a wide smirk on his face.

You pouted, and turned to Goku.

“Let’s do team up next time!” You wrapped your arms around Goku’s neck, and looked him in the eye, smiling mischievously. “We’ll even use the strap.”

“Please, you two really think-”

“Ain’t you the best at everything?” Goku interrupted him, a fake innocent smile on his face. “Or were you bluffin’? Maybe you can’t handle the strap after all.”

“Yeah, I mean, for sure, you are the best at taking it,” You said casually to Goku, cupping his face in your hands. “I’ve already seen you ride me. So no matter what Vegeta says, I know you’re the best until proven otherwise.”

“How v-vulgar do you two have to be?!” Vegeta exclaimed, sitting up, his cheeks dusting a pink flush across them. “Do you really think your childish games would work on me?!”

“Afraid you’ll lose to me again? I get it!” Goku commented, and even though you knew you were playing, your eyes couldn’t have opened wider at the words that came out of his mouth. Goku was truly going all out.

Vegeta’s eye twitched, and you bit your lip, trying to not smile so blatantly at how easy it was to rile him up. 

“Just so you know, Kakarot,” Vegeta spat, looking at Goku dead in the eye. “If I ever choose to do it, it will be because I want to. I already know I’m better at riding dick than you are, I will not do it to prove anything to anyone.”

You tried to stifle your laughter, but the snort that came out of your mouth soon escalated into a full guffaw. Goku laughed along with you until you were both dissolved into a fit of giggles. Vegeta rolled his eyes, flushing a little deeper, accepting his apparent defeat for the moment. His eyes gave away the fondness he was trying to conceal with the scowl on his face, and your heart fluttered at such a funny, intimate moment you just shared with your two favorite people in the world. 

“I’ll guess we’ll settle this next time,” You finally said, clearing your throat with a small smile on your face. “Now, one of you, take me to the bathroom. I need another shower.”

Goku moved first and put his arms underneath your waist and knees, picking you up and carrying you into the bathroom, Vegeta following behind him.

“Don’t you guys dare try anything else tonight!” You nearly yelled once Goku settled you on your feet in the shower. “Or else my ass will hurt until next Saturday!”

Goku snickered as he stepped in next to you, Vegeta joining in tow with a smirk on his face. 

[acartoonaddict]

Platonic Reader x Calamity trio playing Minecraft!!! Reader uses they/them! (Swears involved!)

You had spawned onto a hill full of oak trees, patiently waiting for your friends to join you.

"Really an oak forest?" You heard Sasha say from behind you. You turned to face her.

"I genuinely don't get your problem oak? Like what about it do you hate?" Marcy asked, as she began to punch the tree in front of her.

"I cannot believe they're arguing about fucking Minecraft wood." You heard Anne speak as she already had a crafting table. You looked at her stunned and looked around quickly.

"H-how did you-"

"Magic" she smirked as she handed you a wooden pickaxe. She made her way to her two bickering friends.

"Okay, lovely conversation we're having here, but uhm, let's just agree to disagree, but agree that Acacia wood is super ugly." Anne spoke.

"Oh yeah I can work with that."

"It goes with literally nothing!"

You laughed as you heard your friends, as you continued mining.

~~~

"Okay the house is done!" Anne called out to her friends.

"Alright! I got a good amount of iron and a few diamonds!" You beamed, proud of your accomplishment.

"Oh! We can use the diamonds to make an enchantment table!!" Sasha added. "By the way they portal is finished!"

"Got a bunch of animals and crops planted! This game is so easy, heh."

We all ran back to the now finished oak/Birchwood house, yes Birchwood because Sasha is stubborn. We then started to place things around the house.

"Anne why did you only add one room?" Marcy asked as she went upstairs.

"Uh, I don't know, just felt right?" Anne sounded more like she questioned herself.

"OMG guys we can put our Minecraft beds next to each other..." Sasha giggled. As she place three beds together. She turned to me.

"Alright guys, was nice having you all as roommate's but I'ma sleep with the animals." I tried to walk out but immediately got shot by a skeleton. I rushed back in and slammed the door.

"Cmon Y/N there's nothing wrong with sleeping with the homies!" Marcy tried to contain her laughter.

"Platonically place your Minecraft bed next to ours." Anne joked, after wheezing.

"Bruh, why am I friends with you guys." I mumbled as I placed my bed down.

~~~

"OH GOD THE PIGLINS!! I'VE ANGERED THE PIGLINS!!!" Marcy ran into a corner and then barricaded herself.

"That's what you get for not being carful- OH I FOUND THE FORTRESS!" Anne yelled to her friends while she started to build up.

"Wait!" You heard Sasha call out. You and Anne turned around to see her running back to where Marcy was, now seeing about ten piglins. "Marcy just let them kill you, we can put your stuff in a  chest!" Sasha suggested.

"But I have a lot of XP..." Marcy muttered.

"We can make you a XP farm!" Anne added, trying to convince their friend.

"Cmon Mar-Mar! It's like a sacrifice!" Sasha laughed.

"Sacrifice, Sacrifice, Sacrifice!" You heard Anne chant. Soon Sasha join her in the chanting.

"If you guys think I'm gonna give into peer pressure you're greatly mistaken!!" Marcy told the two. "Cmon Y/N, their crazy right?" She asked you.

You shrugged as you looked at the two chanting they were crouching and jumping around you. You smirked, "Sacrifice, Sacrifice, Sacrifice!" You joined in.

"Y/N!!"

~~~

"Alright, this is it." You heard Anne say as she placed a bed in the stronghold.

"This could be the most important mission of our lives.." Marcy added in as she started to add the ender eyes.

"Guys this is a block game." Sasha added in.

"Shut up Sasha." You said to her blankly.

"Yeah, shut up Sasha" Marcy giggled.

Sasha deadpanned before grinning and playfully rolling her eyes.

"Alright everyone set your spawn." Anne said to us. We all took turns setting our spawn as Marcy put in the final eye.

The portal lit up as we all looked at each other.

"Y/N GO!" Sasha punched me as I fell into the portal.

"AH- SASH-" I yelped as I traveled through dimensions. I landed on an obsidian platform.

I stood up as the three soon followed. I turned to Sasha and glared at her.

"I'm sorry! It was funny!" She squeaked back.

"Whatever let's just kill this dumb dragon." You went on and started mining the end stone. As the four of you mined out, you finally came out and saw the dragon.

"Alright, Marcy and Y/N get the crystals, while Sasha and I hit the dragon!" Anne called out. The four of you nodded as you all sperated.

"Okay I'll get these five while you get the other." Marcy explained to you as you nodded in agreement. You got out your bow and arrow and aimed for the first crystal.

Boom, one shot you got it. You got the other two that were in the open, those were the easiest. Okay now for the ones in the cages.. You thought.

You ran to get a good view of the other crystals, you felt your hands shake as you took a deep breath and released the arrow. You got the hit.

You smiled, and turned around to get the last one, you saw Marcy next to you.

"Last one together?" She asked you. You nodded as you two aimed for the shot.

"3, 2, 1!" You announced as you two shot the crystal, you turned to each other and cheered.

"Nice going! Now let's kill this Dragon!" Sasha complimented. The two of you ran as you both shot the dragon as it flew around.

It then came down, you all grabbed your swords and started hitting.

Then it got it's final blow.

"LET'S GOOOO!!!" Anne cheered as she threw her arms up in the air.

"WAIT DID YOU GET THE ACHIEVEMENT?"

"HAH YEAH! SUCK IT SASHA!" She gloated.

"Heh, suck deez nu-"

"LOOK AT ALL THIS XP!" Marcy cut Sasha off, as you laughed.

"WE DID IT!" you beamed, as you pulled the three into a hug.

HEYYY!!! HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED THIS ONE ☺ I REALLY HAD FUN MAKING IT AND A LOT OF IT WAS INSPIRED BY MY FRIENDS AND I PLAYING MINECRAFT✌ BUT ANYWAYS I HOPE Y'ALL ARE HAVING A GOOD DAY!!

[theimprobabledreamersworld]

Logince Week Day 3- Imagination

It’s just about day 3 still for me, and I decided to write for this one! It’s an hurt/comfort fic and I quite like how I came up with the story for it! I hope you enjoy reading it :)

Tagged: @loginceweek2022 @lost-in-thought-20 @jwillowwolf @red-imeanblue @psychedelicships @writerwithtoomanyships @the-duke-of-nuts

Warnings: Negative thinking, negative comments, hurt, angst, weapons

Word Count: 2448

Save Me From My Imagination

Logan made sure his obligations were fulfilled, that he had played his role to perfection for the end of the video before sinking out. He found himself standing in the corridor mere meters away from his door, but he couldn’t step into his sanctuary. That conversation with Roman just now… it was quite literally replaying in his head.

“It's so hard to create anything that I'm proud of when it's critiqued, so harshly... by you. Nothing ever seems to be good enough, professional enough... Serious enough for you.”

To say that he was shocked would be an understatement. He didn’t realise quite how much of an impact his behaviour had on the others. He never wanted to upset anyone, he certainly never wanted anyone lose their sense of purpose. Logan began to understand… like when the others lost sight of him, he had lost sight of them too. He was so consumed with making sure that Logic played a role whenever it was necessary, and he felt surprised when he was suddenly wracked with guilt.

‘I’m sorry Roman. I’m sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you. I’ll do better in the future!’ He called out desperately into his mind, hoping that the constantly replaying conversation would cease. If anything it increased in volume, almost as if it didn’t believe the sincerity of his words. He took off his glasses in frustration as he felt tears sting in the corners of his eyes.

He furiously rubbed his eyes, refusing to succumb to the weakness. These emotions, the ones he managed to be in control with were threatening to overwhelm him. He was failing to remain cool headed. He frantically tried to logic his way out of this claustrophobic head space, but it was no use. Logan refused to allow the others to see him in this vulnerable state, so he ran into his room, the one safe space he had.

The fact that he continued to run was the indication that something was wrong. He stopped and felt a cool, calming breeze surround him, which again, was something that should not happen in his room. He looked down and noticed his glasses were still tightly held in his hand. He put them on and couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his lips. Logan stared at the world in front of him, if he didn’t know better, he would have thought that he was hallucinating but that wasn’t logical.

It was perfect; rich blue sky, green grass with rare flowers growing in it. The trees swayed delicately and he was almost completely distracted by the birds fluttering around him. The serene atmosphere was shattered by fear as his mind began to clear and his head dropped.

He knew exactly where he was.

Logan had run into The Imagination.

He turned to go back the way he came, but the door had vanished.

The Imagination wasn’t a safe place for logic and he knew it wasn’t going to take his presence well. The perfect blue sky immediately started to cloud over, fading to black instead. The flowers withered away and the birds flew out of the vicinity. The Imagination was angry, and it was going to make sure that he knew it. Logan stared at the sky as the clouds began to swirl before heading to the ground and taking on a human form, creating a shadow.

“Well… hi there, Calculator Watch.”

Logan’s hair stood on end as the familiar voice was crackled and full of spite. He turned slowly as the black clouds finished up with taking on Roman’s form; the red sash prominently taunting him. He backed away as the darkness loomed over him.

“You’ve wandered a bit too far from home haven’t you, Loooogan?” The shadow chuckled as it taunted Logan. It was unusual for the logical side to be scared, but he had never entered the Imagination before. This was Roman’s domain, a place where he didn’t belong. The vulnerability he felt while he crashed in made the situation substantially more dangerous.

His mind whirred as ‘Roman’ laughed darkly once more. His sword being conjured piece by piece. Logan’s eyes widened; he couldn’t attack his… friend? That would be illogical. He knew that this wasn’t Roman, but he still couldn’t hurt someone that he had grown to care for.

“Aww, look at you. Pathetic. No wonder you’re the least popular character.” ‘Roman’ lunged for Logan, who ducked out of the way. The sword collided violently with the dead grass and Logan’s heart began to beat furiously in his chest.

“Roman… please. I don’t want to fight you.” He mocked his voice, the pleading tone was so unlike him. What was happening to him? Was ‘Roman’ messing with him already? He could feel his barriers break as ‘Roman’ came at him with attempted blow after blow. When the sword connected with the ground one more time, Logan got his bearings and ran towards the tree cover, hoping it would give him time to come up with a plan.

“Ohh, Nerdy Wolverine. Haven’t you figured it out yet?” The mocking voice getting closer as Logan desperately hid behind the trees. Roman wasn’t anything to do with this… was he? Logan couldn’t help but think that this was Roman’s real thoughts… what actions he wanted to commit. He knew that he was completely compromised now, all logic had quite literally been thrown out of the window. That panic made him lose concentration. He didn’t even notice ‘Roman’ had found him and was standing behind with his sword raised.

“If you want to get out of here. You have no choice but to fight me.” The sword cut into the tree above his face and Logan screamed. His heart rate was through the roof. ‘Roman’s’ laugh was cutting through him like a knife. He was running, running so fast that his legs were a blur. Everything was so loud, he couldn’t even hear the sound of his own breathing. Before he knew it, he tripped over a large rock covered in decaying grass. His body plummeted to the ground and he cried out in pain as his shoulder made contact.

‘Roman’ walked towards him, slowly and deliberately. His voice becoming more and more broken. The sword dragging along the ground adding malicious intent to the action.

‘Not good enough.’

‘Not professional enough.’

‘Not serious enough.’

‘Roman’ muttered every sentence with each step he took. Every one becoming increasingly more menacing. Logan forced his breath to slow. He couldn’t let ‘Roman’ get to him. It was no use, his breathing was so laboured and his head was heavy. He couldn’t take this anymore.

“Make it stop! I WANT THIS ALL TO STOP!” His irises glowed a faint orange as his voice reverberated around the Imagination. The silence was welcoming and he could feel his mind clear instantly. ‘Roman’ stood still, his head tilted to the side as Logan stared at his sword.

‘Of course! If I want to get out of here, I have to think like Roman! My Roman.’ He concentrated on the sword that Roman carries around with him everywhere, and he could feel an object settle into his hand. As he looked down, it was almost like he had somehow stolen the sword, it looked like the real thing. He smirked as he brought himself to his feet and settled into a guarding stance. He just needed a dose of Roman’s creativity… and his bravery.

“I am good enough. I am professional enough… and I am, certainly, serious enough.” He lunged for ‘Roman’ and retaliated the blows from earlier, they were all blocked as expected but they caught him off guard and that’s all he needed. ‘Roman’ started to get more aggressive and became more underhand with his attacks.

Logan could only think about one thing in that moment. He wished that his Roman would find him.

 Back in the corridor, Roman sank out from the video after joking around with Patton for a little while longer. He admitted that he had more fun than he expected, and it felt good to be honest about how he had been feeling lately. However, there was a little nagging feeling in the back of his mind that maybe he was a little too harsh with his words to Logan. He didn’t want Logan to think that he hated him or anything, it was the opposite! He just thought that clearing the air might help them understand each other a bit better. That little glimmer of sadness in Logan’s eyes hurt his heart a little.

He made his mind up, he needed to go and talk to Logan on his own. Away from the camera, away from the others; he needed to make sure that he wasn’t upset, because that’s not what he wanted. So he calmly walked to Logan’s door and knocked five times in his little pattern.

“Logan? It’s Roman. Can I come in?” He held his ear to the door and waiting for his usual confirmation but was met by a concerning silence instead. This was odd, he always answers his door. Roman knocked one more time before he gently opened the door. The room was cold, untouched and Roman felt a shiver of concern rush down his spine. He closed the door and looked down the corridor.

He wouldn’t have, would he?

Roman ran down the corridor praying that he wouldn’t see a certain door open. When he got there, his heart dropped in his chest. The Imagination? Why would Logan go in there? He knows the risks, but Roman knew one thing. He wasn’t going to let his… friend? Get hurt. If Logan went into The Imagination willingly, Roman couldn’t stop the feeling of fear that he was at fault. Without thinking, he grabbed his sword and raced through the door.

This was The Imagination in protect mode. Even with him in there now, it was still fighting against something… or someone that doesn’t belong. At least he had confirmation that Logan was in here. He slowly made his way through the dead grass and barren trees.

“LOGAN?! LOGAN?! WHERE ARE YOU?” He called out, hoping that the desperation wasn’t too apparent in his voice. Was he so hard on Logan that he would put himself at risk? He needed to find him and he needed to do it fast. The Imagination was becoming unstable, if Logan got hurt, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

He searched for what felt like hours, even though it was just mere minutes. He chopped through the dead tree branches continuing to call out for Logan. As he sliced through one more branch into a clearing, he saw a terrifying sight in front of him and he ran immediately towards it.

Logan was on the floor, sword raised above his head. A shadow version of Roman looming over him, pushing his own sword closer towards Logan. The fear on Logan’s face as his arms began to buckle and the malicious grin on the shadow was enough to power Roman to run faster. As he got closer, he could hear the words being spoken.

‘No one’s coming for you.’

‘No one cares about you.’

‘You’re not good enough for them.’

Roman growled as he reached fighting distance to the shadow.

“Hey! Take those words out of my mouth you foul creature.” He launched at the shadow and lured it away from Logan. He watched as Logan collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion before returning his attention to the shadow.

“You are wrong. Logan is fantastic. He is smart, logical and he cares about us more than himself… even if he has a hard time showing it sometimes. We love him. You know nothing about him!” With every word he spoke, the shadow became weaker. The clouds began to part from its form and returned to the sky. He needed to connect one final blow, and they would be free. He found one more ounce of strength as he saw Logan looking at him before nodding gently.

“You know nothing about me. I care about Logan. We might not see eye to eye most of the time, but I appreciate him more than I have ever said. This… is for hurting my friend.” He raised his sword and struck the powerful blow causing the clouds to part and the shadow lost the power to maintain its form. It screamed as the clouds returned to the sky.

As The Imagination returned to its original pristine scene, Roman cautiously made his way towards Logan. As he approached, Logan’s eyes widened in fear and he grabbed the sword before standing up and pointing it at Roman. He expected this, so he put his sword on the floor and raised his hands away from his body.

“Easy there, Teach. It’s just me. The real me. I’ve come to get you out of here.” Logan raised an eyebrow but the sword slowly lowered until it dropped on the floor. Roman stood in front of him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. Logan’s legs buckled and he collapsed into Roman’s arms. Roman held him like he was made of glass. It was hard to see Logan like this, but The Imagination was cruel to him.

“I- I thought that was what you thought of me… the things… it said. They hurt and I couldn’t help but think they were true.” Logan’s voice was exhausted, full of sadness and Roman held him a little tighter.

“I could never think that of you, Logan. Don’t tell the others, but secretly, you’re my favourite.” Logan chuckled and Roman smiled as he did. When Logan was okay to walk, Roman kept an arm around his waist for support as they made their way to the now visible exit. They walked in a comfortable silence until it was broken by Logan coughing quietly.

“For the record, Roman. This whole experience has given me a greater appreciation for what you do. I wouldn’t have got out of here without using creativity and bravery. I don’t give you enough credit… but I will from now on. Secretly, you’re my favourite too. Thank you for finding me.” Roman beamed and Logan smirked as they entered the Mind Palace corridor once again.

“Whenever you’re lost, I’ll come and find you, always.” Roman said with a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

“I will always do the same for you too.” Logan replied with a hand on Roman’s opposite shoulder.

As they parted ways, they smiled widely at the exchange. It was good to know that they would always have each other’s backs, no matter what.

[tireddal]

Douma x Ice Pillar!Reader {one-shot}

*uhmm yeah fucking depression is still with me...

Biwa's sounds is filling the room. You are sitting on big soft cushion, looking at the bright silver moon through window. There are a lot of expensive furniture and decorations, you wear silk kimono and fancy gold sash around your waist. However, nothing of these matter. Beautiful fabric couldn't hide your long blue claws, and two f/l horns still are on your head.

How you have finished like this?

***

"Bang." Demon's head fell on the ground with loud knocking. Monster has said some insulting words about your wonderful personality and skills before vanished finally.

You sighed in relief, putting your nichirin blade into a sheath and fixing your haori. Cold air helped you to regain breathing. Wounds from fight were deep and hurtful, but not fatal, so you collected yourself and walked further, looking for your colleague-Flower Pillar Kocho Kanae. You two have chosen up and had single fights with demons because of sudden invasion. You had chosen salyer's main target-Upper Moon Six, while Kanae wanted to take on herself unknown demon.

"Kocho-san, Upper Moon Six is destroyed!" You shouted loudly using all your lungs power, walking through house's ruins. Pain in the throat has forced you to stop, coughing all out to breathe. Hell...You wouldn't be able to help Kanae if you were in such weak state. With deep inhale you continued walking through ruined town, keeping a tight grip on your katana's haft.

"Kanae!" You called her louder, feeling disgusting metal taste of blood on tongue. Is was strange, so your mind started pondering over previous fight. Fear filled your veins, making hot blood, that has been boiling few seconds ago from adrenaline and keenness, frozen. Upper Moon Six could be only bait to divert you, while stronger demon was fighting with Kanae... You groaned in anger and frustration, running in attempt to find Flower Pillar alive.

You has run pass narrow alley when saw your colleague laying on the cold paving stones. From her mouth's cover was dripping string of blood, eyes still opened, but filled with tears. Her thin hands were shaking, only strong will gave her chance to keep grip on blade. You quickly observed her body, approaching Kanae. Thank God, she hadn't lost any of her limbs, but had a lot of deep cuts. Something wrong was with her breathing, that has made you concerned.

You forced yourself to breathe steady with difficulty. Stupid Kocho! You were stronger then she, but let her fight with anonymous demon while you have been fighting with good known Upper Moon Six.

It was a trap. Silly trap, in which you got caught.

Kanae's eyes looked on you, lips curved in gentle smile when you crouched over her trembling body.

"L/n...L/n-san, please, take care..." Her lips were moving hard, you could understand her speaking only because of very good hearing.

"Kanae!" You growled, haven't been able to hide your emotions more. "What are you talking about?!" While speaking, you have moved her body in more comfortable place. "They are waiting you..."

"They?~" Said sonorous voice, when you have heard footsteps behind yourself. You could smell strong demon's scent, which was similar with scent on Flower Pillar's clothes.

"Kanae," you whispered to her, pulling blade in one fast motion and hiding it under your long azure haori. "When this demon will caught me, collect all remains of power and run."

Kocho's eyes have filled with fear. Her grip on blade disappeared, she slowly tried to stretch out for your hand, but you gently reject her gesture, giving her a weak smile. Unlucky, you suddenly felt suffocation. Dammit...Was it Six's poison or this new demon's? Or was it from your fatigue? You didn't have enough time to thinking, but if it's from new demon than Kanae should close her mouth with some fabric. At least, she was leaning lower then poison was acting with all force, so you had time for fighting before toxin would damage her.

Sharply turned around, you made lunge and jumped closer to new enemy, who was tall blonde man in strange robe and headwear. His face hasn't expressed any emotions, only wide smile and outstretched to you hands.

"So, are you that famous Ice Pillar?" He evaded from you attack, with interest looking at your neck. You have noticed it and stood in protective pose, pointing your katana's edge on him. Man just shrugged, still smiling.

"I'm glad, rumors don't lie." His eyes were blinking with strange enjoyment. You swallowed, breathing heavier than few minutes ago. Quickly glanced behind, you have heard hard Kocho's breathing. Kami, if only she would stay alive.

Something spew out from your mouth, you eagerly tried to catch some oxygen in your lungs. You wiped off unknown liquid from your lips, looking at it. Oh, blood. Too out of season.

"Ara-ara~" Demon has called to you, abruptly interrupted in your thoughts. "Y/n-chan, is something wrong with your breathing?" He chirped and approached you in one second, his face in few inches near yours. "I can help you." Blonde was smiling, slowly reaching to your blade while you were inhaling deeply from lack of air. You clenched your teeth when have noticed his attempt to get your katana and tried to slice him. Man only giggled, saw your tensed features.

"Oh...You're too cute, don't force me to use..." He choked when has felt something make a deep cut across his chest.

"Breath of Ice, Forth form: Deadly blizzard!" Words blurred out from you with huge difficulties. Your hands were shaking, head dizzy and lungs were burning inside.

Man exhaled. His wound had healed in few seconds, while you were in worse state with each minute. You thought about plan, but your mind hasn't given you anything like this. This demon knew you very well, you guessed. Maybe you should divert him before other demon slayers will come? Escape immediately?

"I like ice too." You flinched from soft voice that was cooing into your right ear.

"S-sev..." Cough forced you to writhe in pain and exhaustion, katana has fallen from your hands.

"Cold mind couldn't help sometimes, could it?~" Blonde sat near you, caressing your h/c hair.

So it was enemy's plan... You wanted to tell him a lot of nice things, but mouth which was filled with blood didn't let you. Sudden thought about Kanae helped you to try to reach the blade, but man took it away from you, smiling wide.

"Sh-h. It's okay," He calmed you down. "They come soon and we will go."

We? Will go? You choked, being shocked by his words. No, not Kocho!

You struggled, collecting yourself at last time. Kanae was your friend, one of the kindest slayers, and she had disciples...

"Kanae, run!" You have shouted using last powers. After this you let yourself lay down and continued choking with blood. Demon's eyes blinked on view of red liquid.

"Oh, I think I overdid...But you will survive, won't you?" He asked you, his cold breathing has touched your earlobe. You looked at him, clenching your fists in anger and desperation.

Blonde laughed from your angry expression.

"Hm, really stupid question. You will servive, I promise. I have been looking after you about half year, do you know?" You flinched with fear. Demon giggled and continued his speech. "It was really hard to create good trap for you. Y/n-chan, you have killed so many strong demons...I'm proud of you." His large hand gently touched your cheek, slowly caressing it. "And this azure fabric is really suits you! When we will come home, I request more beautiful clothes to you."

From the corner of your eye you have seen familiar haori. Your lips twitched, weak, but happy smile has approached your face.

Man noticed sudden change in your expression, humming with understanding. He stood up, fixing his strange robe and promptly started with a jerk. You sobbed because of desperation, feeling how your nails digged into harsh from fights skin. Your eyes closed for a moment.

It was your last mistake. You let Kanae had been damaged, let pride overtook you. Who was you? Tha smartest of Pillars, Ice Pillar. The only person who had as much respect as Kagaya Ubuyashiki, and now you were lying on the cold ground, crying because of yours weakness and foolishness. Courage has never been you specialty, but...

You have opened your eyes, slowly raising yourself up from paving stone.

Demon's gold fans were near Shinobu while she has been defending her sister, using all her body as a shield. Your trembling body was moving by itself, you haven't heard Shinobu's speech and demon's awful jokes when you had jumped in one fast and last motion just at the front of the blonde demon, taking all his attack on yourself.

Shinobu should cried out your name loudly, when you have choked by new portion of your own blood. Demon's iridescent eyes have looked at you with shock and enjoyment, in his orbs you saw your pinched body, all in scarlet spots from a lot of wounds. You smirked, have spat on the expensive demon's clothes. His smile hasn't vanished, opposite, his strong arms captured you when your weak body started to fall. You were mumbling words about running to Shinobu, and she must understand this right-girl quickly has taken sister's body and started to escape away. She looked at you with tears in corners of her beautiful eyes, liquid slowly dropped across her face. You wanted to join Shinobu, let her to heal your wounds, to talk again with this young insufferable Wind Pillar Shinazugawa, but demon's grip on your body was becoming stronger with each second. You sighed, giving weak and gentle smile to Shinobu Kocho.

For your relief, demon hasn't moved an inch, looking at running away Kocho with boredom. You only chucked, letting yourself to be absorbed by darkness, inch by inch.

"Douma. My name is Douma." It was all what you had heard before pain has vanished.

***

Attempts of suicide were first when you have opened your eyes.

Fights between you two. You lost, however. It was obviously stupid, mostly to you. How could new demon win in competition with Upper Moon Two?

Long dark nights, when you have been crying, with disgust and fear looking at your new body.

His cold hands that were shoving warm meat inside your throat and sweet cooing that you would like this lately.

"Y/n-chan!~" His strong arms is capturing your firm body in a hug. You aren't hesitate. Blonde is burying his cold nose in your cold (now too) neck.

"Douma." You mumble, don't flinch a bit of his touch.

"Rudely, as always..." Demon sighed, hugging you stronger. "However, Muzan-sama let you to become one of Upper Moons."

You smile. Maybe, loss of emotions was coincidence.

[punkscowardschampions]

Jac & Amelia

Jac: [So the vibe is evidently just showing up at the pre-drinks at this gfs house, we'll have to be some level of wasted to have the nerve so from the off it's a mood lol] Amelia: [a select gathering of the gays that you weren't invited too, but it's okay because Amelia can't throw you out when everyone else is like yeah come through] Jac: [literally you'd have to make such a drama and that's not you and also no one knows why you stopped being besties so it clearly appears chill from the outside, I vote the club should be a gay one so you have to commit to that hen] Amelia: [agreed because clearly her gf has planned this because Amelia's plan was to go and get that haircut and outfit with her mum so] Jac: [too pure for this bitch, we all know this is just an excuse for her to party like any other night really, which is rude, do something special but no, at least you're simply that hoe so it's not like we even have to work hard here, the flirting is blatant] Amelia: [it hurts my heart because you know Jamelia would have gone IN for each other's birthdays] Jac: [and her last one was start of transition year so they would've still been friends, AND it was her 16th so it would've been really poppin'] Amelia: [brb sobbing] Jac: [thank god jac is also miserable and only pretending to be living her best life or this would be even ruder] Amelia: [and thank god Amelia isn't in love with this gal] Jac: [and that lmao] Jac: [to me it should be like they just straight up make out on the dance floor 'cos her girlfriend is the 'its not a big deal omg!' type but even if it weren't, it is because it's Jac] Amelia: [hence when Amelia loses it it's Jac she's shouting at and being like how could you do this to me etc not her gf] Jac: [mhmm mHM we all know she's barely speaking at this point so she's not gonna say anything and your gf will be going off 'cos she looks the gobby type so you can slap her if you need babe lol] Amelia: [she so is the gobby type, Amelia just straight up dismissing her because this isn't about you babe I gotta scream at Jac rn thank you] Jac: [meanwhile we're just trying to walk away like the audacity] Amelia: [literally like SAY SOMETHING! because is there anything more frustrating than when someone won't react and you're literally 💔] Jac: [there is not, just shouting 'I'M SORRY' ala Tracy because we do not sound sorry at all but she is never a loud person so everyone else is gonna be shook like damn] Amelia: [your aunt Cass would be proud of that, but Amelia just gonna walk away] Jac: [good lord go home gal, or at least a different club lol, also like to point out she has a September birthday so also would've been after Savannah left so that would've been cheery lol] Amelia: [nice parallel because we know Amelia's walking home but fuck knows how far it would be, we're not at Erin's house now hens] Jac: [I'm sure you don't live right in town, your fam seems a suburb type so that'll be a nice trek, you poor bitch] Amelia: [just sobbing the whole time probably, even though she's not a crier like Savannah is] Jac: [you'd have to have a cry, if Jac hadn't gone catatonic as a defence mechanism, she would be too] Amelia: [which is why we're not getting our parents to pick us up because don't wanna be sobbing to this degree in front of them and her mum already hates the gf so we don't want the I told you so either] Amelia: [plus her mum probably thinks she's over Jac by now because we downplaying things forever] Jac: [parents can only be so much of a MVP at this age] Amelia: [I think when they see each other again it should be another argument that turns into Amelia kissing her because that's a trope for a reason] Jac: [yes, you are both owed it without the audience tbh] Amelia: [like I have no idea where they are when that happens, are you gonna show up on her doorstep to have another argument or what gal lol] Jac: [maybe you had somewhere you went together, idk where or what vibe, so you know she's gonna be there, even if it's just a different club and you're outside angsting] Amelia: [ooh excellent, yeah there's any number of places that could be 'theirs' you've known each other long enough] Jac: [precisely, it can be as everyday and unspecial or the opposite as we'd like, Dublin centre is not that big it's not insane to suggest] Amelia: [when do you think that is, clearly pretty soon after because the emotions have gotta be high] Jac: [yeah, sooner rather than later, like we did this for a reason and like you said, it's too frustrating when someone won't react to you] Amelia: [literally could be the next day/night I'd believe it] Jac: [i literally thought you meant the same night so yes i agree lol] Amelia: [omg that's even better tbh] Jac: like you turn round like AND ANOTHER THING, tensions are beyond that high] Amelia: [exactly] Jac: [at least Amelia is angry enough to break it off 'cos the levels of fucks you don't give rn about anything] Amelia: [yeah she's angry and sad enough to be like ffs what am I doing and actually go home] Jac: [thanks babe, we all know it happens but don't need it to literally look like 2nd choice to your hoe gf 'cos it ain't that] Amelia: [how am I gonna start a convo from here because I clearly am lol] Jac: [thank god you both drunk, I can do it if you want] Amelia: [go ahead if you think you can boo] Jac: you home safe Amelia: no, I'm dead in a ditch Jac: great Amelia: it'll make life easier for you, yeah Jac: my life couldn't be any rosier Amelia: 🥀🥀🥀 Jac: glad to see your flare for the dramatic ain't died in that ditch with you Jac: flair, which one Jac: idk Amelia: you took that over from me, remember Amelia: you really fucking did Jac: aren't you impressed Amelia: if you'd got there earlier you could've pushed me out of the way to blow the candles out on the cake my mum bought too Jac: you don't wanna be kids no more? Jac: could've said sooner Amelia: she's not a doll, she just wants to look like one Jac: who? Amelia: the girlfriend you wanted to share so badly Jac: oh her Jac: bride of chucky maybe Amelia: you did scare everyone with your apology Amelia: very exorcist-ish Jac: I was going for Carrie Jac: oh well Jac: still a better match than you two ain't it Amelia: oh you were trying to win a prom queen sash with acts of charity Amelia: I get it Jac: shouldn't you be throwing all this shade at her Amelia: wait, I'll add her in Jac: ha Jac: go ahead Amelia: she won't accept, sorry Amelia: I did try Jac: devastating Amelia: are you home safe? Jac: yeah Amelia: you do have the 👿👹👺👻 inside protecting you, I guess Jac: its always got a home inside me Amelia: well yeah, you don't ever kiss anyone long enough for it to transfer hosts Jac: you'll wanna get rid of the girlfriend then Jac: before you get infected Amelia: you already did that for me, such a good 🥳🎂🎁 Jac: couldn't think what else to get ya Amelia: 💐? Amelia: no? Jac: thought she might have beat me to it Jac: made a bit of an effort Amelia: she wanted me, that's all I needed Jac: past tense Jac: and that's definitely not the first time she's done that Amelia: what do you care? Jac: you think this is how i'd show it if I did Amelia: I try not to think about you anymore Jac: there's no need to make yourself sound stupid in the process Amelia: not when you're there to make me look it Jac: you'll get another girlfriend Amelia: because that's what is ripping my heart out about this Jac: that's your problem Amelia: stay the fuck away from me Amelia: if you'd done that I wouldn't have a problem Jac: I plan on it Jac: done what I needed to do Amelia: great Jac: enjoy what's left of your big day then Jac: have some 🎂 Amelia: you've made sure I can't Amelia: where's Savannah Moore with a 👏 emoji when you need her? Jac: Sligo Jac: last I heard Amelia: those poor country lads Jac: you've never cared about any lad a day in your life Jac: you can just admit you miss her Amelia: 😂 Jac: hilarious Amelia: not really Amelia: but I physically can't cry any more, I must be dehydrated Jac: unsurprising Jac: me either Amelia: 🍾🥂 Amelia: have a nice life then Amelia: probably leave tonight out of your achievements during the uni interviews Jac: nah Jac: diversity and adversity is all the rage Amelia: that's why I'll be mentioning it Jac: you're welcome x2 Amelia: 🙌 Jac: you sure she don't wanna join Jac: 'cos she's annoying me Amelia: I don't care what she wants or feel sorry for you Jac: yeah Jac: then tell her that Jac: not relaying your message Amelia: I have Jac: she's a liar too, makes sense Amelia: you're well suited Jac: besides the obvious Amelia: that you've done what you needed to do, yeah Amelia: tell her that Jac: I have Jac: not my fault she's so thick she only understands actions Amelia: if she's been messaging you since the 💋 you'll have had time to tell her everything I didn't Amelia: even if it has to be via charades Jac: the fact I didn't fuck her is all the information she's getting from me Amelia: the dancefloor's a bit public even for her Amelia: but maybe she'll be willing to break the rules for you, that's what people do Jac: let's not pretend it was about her Jac: only room for one delusional person in a relationship, don't you know? Amelia: you're ready for that, are you? Amelia: I don't know anything about relationships as it turns out Jac: first cut is the deepest Amelia: if you're going to sing, it's meant to be Happy Birthday Jac: yeah, you wish Amelia: I only got the one and I've already used it Jac: don't tell or it won't come true Amelia: I don't remember it now anyway Jac: bullshit Amelia: if it was 💇🏻 related it definitely didn't come true Jac: you didn't get a fringe Amelia: I still hate it Jac: it's not why you got cheated on Amelia: thanks, that makes me feel loads better about 👧🏻 Amelia: can you just take the posts down please Jac: I dunno Amelia: Jac Jac: fuck sake Jac: one thing Amelia: just do it Jac: then that's it Jac: there's your present, I don't owe you nothing Amelia: no, then that's it because I don't want anything to do with you Amelia: it doesn't make us even Jac: I don't give a shit about being even with you Jac: I win Jac: end of Amelia: it's not a fucking game Jac: you're the only one not playing Amelia: so leave me out of it Jac: that's another favour Jac: pick one Amelia: fuck you Jac: i'm keeping the pictures up then Amelia: enjoy your win Jac: naturally Amelia: 👏👏👏 Jac: you aren't her Amelia: you aren't you Amelia: it still doesn't make us even Jac: maybe you never knew me Jac: we weren't friends, after-all Amelia: there's no maybe about it, if we were ever friends you wouldn't treat me like this Jac: nothing is as simple as you'd like it to be Jac: but sure Amelia: you really hurt me again, it's that simple Amelia: and this time it was deliberate Jac: and you don't hurt the people you love Jac: grow up, Amelia Amelia: not like that Jac: that's easier for you Amelia: what about ANY of this is easy for me? Amelia: you told me to try, I did Amelia: now what? Jac: it isn't my responsibility to worry about that Jac: you figure it out Amelia: I had it figured out and you tore it down Amelia: take some fucking responsibility for that Jac: what, with your shit girlfriend who doesn't give a fuck about you Jac: that was wrecked before I got there Jac: deal with that Amelia: you wrecked me before she got there Amelia: I still think about you all the time, miss you all the time Amelia: and I do have to deal with that, all the time Jac: and I've got nothing to deal with Amelia: of course you do Amelia: happy people don't gatecrash and ruin other people's birthdays Jac: then you'll forgive me for not feeling sorry for you Amelia: I don't want you to feel sorry for me, I want you to be sorry for what you just did Jac: you want a lot Amelia: not this time Amelia: it's bare minimum Jac: I'm happy to disappoint and leave you wanting Amelia: then you win again Amelia: congratulations Jac: yipee Amelia: Don't contact me again unless you're got something to say that means something Jac: fine Amelia: you sound faker than Savannah could ever Amelia: it'd be impressive if it worked Jac: have I contacted you before now? Amelia: that doesn't matter because today you did Jac: today I ruined your relationship and birthday Jac: then I asked if you got home Amelia: yeah, and that all means something Jac: it means I wanted to fuck up your life Amelia: at least that wish came true Jac: there's always shooting stars and eyelashes when there isn't candles Amelia: there isn't a quick fix for this Jac: there's no fix Jac: there's only out and it's still 2 fucking years away Amelia: you were supposed to give me time, that's supposed to be one Jac: well I didn't feel like it today Amelia: clearly Jac: get over it Amelia: I'm not even through it, it literally just happened Jac: I'm not apologising, I can't be any clearer Amelia: then don't Amelia: I didn't know how to beg you when we were friends, I can't do it with this version of you Jac: Done? Amelia: I was done before I actually got home Jac: Well I've not gone home Jac: so we both lied there then Amelia: Where have you gone? Jac: what's it to you? Amelia: I don't want what happened to Is to happen to you, or worse Amelia: I care about you Jac: it won't Amelia: I'm calling your parents Jac: maybe I've told them you're obsessed with me already Amelia: maybe but it's still ringing Amelia: they can decide what they want to do Jac: you're such a snitch Amelia: because I really care what you think of me right now Jac: nah, just hope it makes you feel good about yourself worrying my parents for nothing Amelia: I don't feel good about myself because of you Amelia: your parents are irrelevant to me Jac: we've got that in common then Amelia: they're probably going to want to talk to you and I don't so goodnight Jac: Bold of you to think I'd answer Jac: but it is a reason to turn my phone off so yeah Jac: later Amelia: you're really 😎 we get it Jac: that's what I'm doing Jac: you're so smart Amelia: it's why you want to keep the pics up Amelia: like a 🏆 Jac: i wanna keep em up so you have to see them Amelia: I don't have to see them, I've already blocked you both Jac: 😂 Amelia: What's funny? Jac: 🤡😥 would've been more applicable, perhaps Amelia: probably Jac: you can pal up with Is again, she's up for it Amelia: yeah because I really want to drag her into whatever 🎪 you've started up between us Jac: you're so considerate Amelia: something really fucked up happened to her, you were there, don't act like you don't remember Jac: and you weren't there Amelia: I know that Jac: then you don't get to say shit to me about it Amelia: I'm not, I'm saying this isn't about Is Jac: when is it ever Jac: poor girl Amelia: stop it Jac: you walked out on her Jac: she didn't have enough daddy issues? Amelia: I walked out on you Jac: same difference Amelia: you said you'd let me Jac: and I did Amelia: until now Jac: you're only 17 once Jac: it's not going to happen again Amelia: it shouldn't have happened at all Jac: should woulda coulda Amelia: promise me that this is it Jac: I don't fancy your girlfriend Jac: kissing her was bad enough Amelia: I mean, promise me that I don't have to look over my shoulder for the next 2 years in case you decide that you want to ruin my life again Amelia: because I can't Jac: Amelia Amelia: I'm serious, I'll leave school before I let you do this to me for a third time Jac: I'm not in a position to be making promises about anything, to anyone Jac: I'll try Amelia: okay Jac: just Jac: I don't know Jac: never mind Amelia: you're scaring me, you know Amelia: I should've made you promise not to do any reckless shit back then instead of the other way round Jac: everyone's scared Jac: they say it like I can change it Amelia: I thought I was doing the right thing but everything just keeps getting worse Amelia: for me, you and Is Amelia: even for Savannah, Sligo for fuck's sake Jac: even if you'd done it different Jac: I'd still have done the same Jac: it still would've all happened Amelia: what are you going to do now? Jac: nothing matters now Amelia: you matter Amelia: to me Amelia: come to my 🏠 I'll call your parents back Jac: we're not doing this again Jac: no Jac: it's bad enough i have people in my life i can't get rid of Amelia: we're not doing anything Jac: stop caring about me Amelia: I can't Jac: how much more do I have to ruin your life Amelia: you have ruined it, that doesn't mean I want you to be dead in a ditch Jac: all I'm going to do is break your heart over and over and then I'm going to leave forever Amelia: tonight it's already broken and that's all I'm talking about Amelia: take the guest bedroom Jac: no Jac: because then my family will just think we're friends again and that I'm fine Jac: I'll go home, okay, just stop Amelia: if you stop lying, I'll stop this Jac: I'll send you proof, for fuck's sake Amelia: okay Jac: fine Amelia: [we're just waiting for that pic like] Jac: [however long this is gonna take, at least you're probably a bit more central, the most begrudging pic of the front door lmao] Amelia: no, put your outfit in it so I know it wasn't stored on your phone Jac: 'cos I just have pictures of my door Jac: [but does, some weird angle to not get your face in] Jac: haven't got a newspaper, so sorry Amelia: if you hadn't stopped the party early, they might have been delivered Jac: it was a crap party anyway Jac: she hadn't even booked a table Amelia: Yeah Jac: at least you can have a better girlfriend for your 18th Amelia: can I? Are you going to let me Jac: probably not Jac: but if she's less easy to ruin then there's nothing I can do about that Amelia: you'd have to try something else, that's all Jac: obviously Jac: I'm still smart Amelia: I'm not giving you a compliment Jac: I'm not saying I'm not going to ruin your chances at happiness Amelia: it's not like I need you to Amelia: SO capable on my own Jac: it's not taking credit if you're making excuses for me Jac: but alright Amelia: I'm talking about the 💇🏻 which you can't take credit for Jac: it suits you Amelia: that is the most hurtful thing you've ever said Amelia: take it back Jac: it's also true Jac: and you wanted me to stop lying Amelia: 😒 Jac: at least you don't look like every other girl now Amelia: you think I did before? Amelia: also that's because no other girl wants to look like 👧🏻 Jac: I mean everyone has the same hair Jac: you stand out more Amelia: you don't Jac: well I'm special, obviously Amelia: I know Jac: 🙄 Amelia: 😉 Jac: you're an idiot Jac: Jude better be at a sleepover Amelia: her hair stands out Jac: you should tell her that Jac: she'll be so glad her attention-seeking doesn't go unnoticed Amelia: she think I'm flirting with her so no Jac: oh yeah Jac: you're a predatory lesbian now Amelia: I kissed you Jac: after I kissed your girlfriend Amelia: you don't fancy her Amelia: that wasn't why you did it Jac: she fancies herself enough Amelia: So does Savannah, that wasn't a problem for you Jac: don't talk about her Amelia: sure, I wouldn't want to upset you Amelia: what's the point being 💔 if you're not the saddest Jac: she's gone, there's no point talking about her Amelia: my parents know hers, she's not gone from dinner table conversation at my 🏠 Jac: sucks for you then Amelia: sucks more for her that she's been sent to catholic school Jac: Catholic school? Amelia: yeah, her dad had that brainwave Jac: that is unfortunate Jac: probably a better school than ours though, so she'll be thrilled Amelia: it's my dad's favourite joke threat now Jac: at least you could avoid me Amelia: true, I should call his bluff and take him up on it next time Jac: go for it Jac: it's only me that has to write off this shit school on her uni app Amelia: the rest of your app will more than make up for it Jac: that's the plan Amelia: exactly, so it's not technically a compliment Jac: you're shit at this Amelia: thanks Jac: no, that really wasn't a compliment Jac: not one of your not technicallys Amelia: 😏 Jac: did you get a car Jac: I bet you got a car Amelia: [a picture of it because why not say she did] Jac: just got to pass now Jac: then you can go where you like Amelia: then I can runaway Jac: nah Jac: they'd take you off their insurance and you'd be fucked Amelia: because I'd never drive without insurance Jac: the police would be frantically looking for you as is Jac: that's always how murderers get caught out Amelia: 🤫 you're ruining this too Jac: you fantasize on your own time Amelia: this is my own time, you're home safe Amelia: I don't owe you my full attention now that your 👅 isn't in my ex girlfriend's mouth Jac: have you kissed anyone else Amelia: no Jac: do you regret it being her Amelia: it wasn't you, that's what I regret Amelia: but it couldn't be so Jac: yeah Jac: at least it was a girl Amelia: I'm not stupid enough to kiss any boys Jac: some just call it heterosexual Amelia: and I'm not so it'd be stupid for me Jac: alright Amelia: but I should probably kiss more girls Jac: why should you Amelia: because she'll think all the wrong things if I don't Jac: true Jac: I thought you didn't care about what people thought though Amelia: I'm going to have to find new friends from somewhere Jac: don't you gays stick together Amelia: she sticks with them and I don't want to see her Jac: you move fast Amelia: I don't really have a choice, do I? Jac: I don't need friends Amelia: handy since you don't have any Jac: that's why I don't Amelia: yeah, because you only care about what you need Jac: duh Amelia: did you ever care about me? Jac: don't be stupid Amelia: did you ever care about me when it wasn't because you needed something? Jac: what kind of question is that Amelia: one I need the answer to Jac: we were friends forever Jac: what did I get from it half the time Jac: no more than you did or didn't Amelia: okay Jac: that was a dick move making me answer that when you already knew Amelia: I didn't know Amelia: whenever I talk to you I end up with more questions than answers Amelia: and end up questioning my sanity Jac: you don't need to Jac: your work here is done Amelia: you can't tell me what to do when you don't even do what you said you were going to Jac: so you're going to continue to make a bad decision, just to be awkward Jac: that's smart Amelia: because you have such good reasons for doing what you did earlier Jac: 'course I do Amelia: go on then Amelia: tell me them Jac: already did Jac: I wanted to fuck it up for you Jac: felt great Amelia: there's smarter ways to feel good, and easier Jac: I've tried those Amelia: oh well I loved being your little experiment, thanks Jac: whatever Jac: it needed to be done Amelia: no it didn't Amelia: you keep saying that Jac: you don't get it Amelia: I don't buy into your fake bullshit, no, and that's all you've given me all night Jac: what's fucking fake about the fact I can't stand to have anyone around me happy? Jac: there's nothing fake about misery being the only thing I can stomach now Amelia: you didn't break up your parents or ruin your brother's music career, you sought me out when I haven't even been around you Amelia: you're full of shit Jac: trust me, I'm doing my best Jac: and you're full of shit if you're now trying to say you don't see me every day Jac: and that it isn't the fucking worst Amelia: I thought it was, until you did this Amelia: now I can say today was the worst Amelia: you're so fucking selfish and cruel Jac: nothing has changed Jac: I sped up your inevitable break-up, that's it Amelia: no, you went out of your way to hurt and humiliate me Amelia: everything has changed Jac: if you say so Jac: it wasn't the first time for me Amelia: who are you? Jac: it doesn't matter Amelia: who the fuck are you? Jac: I don't know, Amelia Jac: alright Amelia: you can't treat people like this Jac: then tell everyone what I did Jac: I don't care Jac: you could've done something about it Amelia: what did you want me to do? Jac: I thought you might put up more of a fight Amelia: for what? Against what? Jac: because I humiliated you Amelia: it wasn't the first time for me either Jac: never like that Amelia: I'm not going to fight you Jac: your loss Amelia: I keep telling you, I care about you, I don't want to hurt you Jac: I wish you'd stop Amelia: I wish I could Jac: yeah Jac: well Amelia: it's my loss, like you said Jac: don't worry, I've got my own Amelia: that makes me feel loads better Jac: it should Amelia: it doesn't Jac: you're infuriating Amelia: says you Amelia: I'm so angry at you Jac: because I wanted you to be Jac: that's the correct response Amelia: no, because I love you too much to hate you Amelia: because it won't go away Amelia: and I don't want to feel like this for the rest of my fucking life no matter what you do Jac: I don't have the answer Jac: If I could make you stop then I would Jac: but I don't know how Amelia: me either Jac: there's nothing I can do if you don't hate me by now Jac: I dropped you for Savannah Jac: I did everything I did tonight Amelia: I was there, I don't need you to recap Jac: I couldn't have made it easier Amelia: there's something wrong with me, there must be Jac: not as bad as me Amelia: my mum said at the time that I fell in love with you years ago and I can't expect to fall out of it in a few weeks or months Jac: logic adds up Amelia: she thinks I'm over it now so clearly not Jac: you probably said you were Jac: or near enough Amelia: the girlfriend thing kind of said it for me Jac: yeah well Jac: I've had loads of boyfriends Amelia: you're not in love with me Jac: I meant it doesn't mean anything, necessarily Amelia: yeah Amelia: my mum is more old fashioned though Amelia: romantic or whatever Jac: more romantic than your girlfriend, yeah Amelia: 🙄 Jac: she wasn't good enough for you anyway Amelia: I'm not good enough for anyone Amelia: I'm literally still in love with someone else who isn't them Jac: it isn't that simple Jac: you can feel things for more than one person Jac: you just, didn't for her and she wasn't worth it Amelia: maybe other people can but I don't Jac: how would you know Jac: it just hasn't happened yet Amelia: I'm too self aware if anything Jac: that's some lesbian nonsense Amelia: I'll put it in my bio then Jac: tinder Amelia: I'm not kissing that many girls, she'll definitely think all the wrong things Jac: be kicking herself, like Jac: or is it only okay when she does it Amelia: probably Jac: just like a lad Amelia: 😣 Jac: awh Amelia: I can't be bothered Jac: with girls? Amelia: I'm not trying anymore, you didn't keep your promises anyway Jac: what does that mean? Amelia: it means I don't care, my life can stay the mess you wanted it to be Jac: alright Jac: not like I can turn around and say 'no don't' now Amelia: and if you turn around you won't see me Jac: what? Amelia: school, I'm not doing it either Jac: shut up Amelia: online maybe so my dad doesn't rage Jac: that's bullshit Amelia: so is this Jac: no, fuck you Amelia: 😂 Jac: so you all get to fucking leave and I'm the one stuck dealing Jac: nah Amelia: I've got nothing to stay for Jac: it's school, no one does Jac: jesus Amelia: you said yourself it sucks having to see me every day Amelia: I'm doing you a favour Jac: you are ridiculous Jac: you think you can just run away like this is some shit indie song Amelia: I've tried the alternative Amelia: it didn't go great Jac: you think Savannah is bad? at least her parents made her go Jac: you're such a spoilt brat Amelia: I don't think about Savannah Jac: you don't think about anything Jac: christ Amelia: your audacity is another level Jac: your stupidity is worse Amelia: yeah, I've proved that loads of times over Jac: fucking hell Jac: your life is so hard, Meelie, yeah Jac: everyone thinks its my fault, what happened to Is Jac: and the more she says otherwise, the more it sounds like it was Amelia: no they don't, I don't Jac: well you love me so you're clearly insane and a bit biased Amelia: even if I hated you I'd still know that you weren't the one who assaulted her Amelia: it's his fault, nobody else's Jac: me and Sav still ran like we had something to hide Jac: that's all anyone cares about, working out what Amelia: you were scared, in shock probably Amelia: you felt like it was your fault Amelia: that doesn't mean it was Jac: all I know is she's fucked off, no one will say anything to Is, so it's all down to me, whatever people wanna say or think about it Jac: so yeah, sorry I think your idea is fucking laughable but been there, done that Jac: didn't solve anything, it only made the rest worse Amelia: I know it's a stupid idea, alright Jac: you can't go, alright, you just can't Amelia: you know I'll fight the whole school before I'd ever fight you Amelia: I'll do it for you too, if that will help Jac: Yeah, I do Jac: nothing will help but Jac: at least you're still here Jac: nothing else is the same Amelia: I'll be in detention every day for the next 2 years if that's what it takes to shut people up Jac: I don't deserve it Jac: or anything but hate from you, and I do fucking know that Amelia: you don't deserve to get the blame for being there and being her friend Amelia: I should've been too Amelia: and after it happened we should've talked Jac: maybe it's just karma Jac: I've never been a good friend to her and by the time it happened Jac: well Jac: I made you leave Amelia: I ruined our friend so I had to leave Amelia: *ship Amelia: that's not your fault either Jac: maybe it is Amelia: it's not Amelia: I shouldn't have told you how I felt Amelia: or been jealous of Savannah Amelia: or made such a big deal about the date you went on Jac: no Jac: I get it Jac: you weren't wrong Amelia: I did the wrong thing by leaving you and Is Jac: I couldn't wish the alternative on you Jac: having to stick around and watch Amelia: I still had to watch Amelia: I couldn't go that far Jac: I know it's my fault because it happened again Amelia: what? Jac: Savannah Jac: I kissed her Amelia: I don't understand Jac: you should have been jealous of her Jac: I mean Jac: you know what I mean Amelia: you mean you felt something for her Jac: I didn't want to feel any of it Jac: but she was straight and you weren't so having her around was meant to be easier Amelia: why didn't you just tell me? Amelia: you lied and lied and made me feel crazy Jac: because I feel crazy Jac: I fucking am Jac: I just Jac: it's not like I left that conversation and told her Jac: I kept on and got with lads and pretended to like it, tried to Amelia: everything you said, everything you did Amelia: oh my god Amelia: I can't Amelia: I can't take this in Jac: like I said, it's fucking karma Jac: I fucked it with you and it happened to me Amelia: I'm supposed to feel what, that she queerbaited you? Happy? validated? Jac: I don't know Jac: probably Amelia: did you know how you felt about her when I told you how I felt? Jac: why? Amelia: because you told me over and over again that you liked boys and you'd change that if you could Jac: yes, and I told her the same thing Jac: and I acted accordingly Amelia: I've spent so long feeling horrible for putting you in that position and none of it was real Jac: it was real Jac: I don't want to be Jac: I want to be straight Amelia: it isn't a choice Amelia: and you can't just twist everything to make it one Jac: acting or not acting on it is Amelia: so why did you choose to act on it by kissing her, if that's what you think? Jac: it was a mistake Jac: when we left Jac: after Is Jac: and it was just us Jac: then it destroyed everything and she's literally run away Amelia: and then you destroyed what was left after she'd gone Jac: yes Amelia: great Jac: I'm aware Amelia: are you? Amelia: for years I thought things were one way only to be told they weren't and now you're telling me an entirely different story again Amelia: 🤯 Jac: because we don't live in the ideal world where I accept myself for liking girls and I choose the right one and we live happily ever after Jac: we live in the world where I kissed Savannah and she looked at me like I was the boy who assaulted Isabelle Jac: and that's how I feel about it, and I would rather pretend to be straight forever, and have no real friends again, than have to do that, and feel that disgust again Amelia: we live in a world that doesn't revolve around Savannah fucking Moore Amelia: because she doesn't accept you, you can't accept yourself? No Jac: it's not her fault Jac: the rules don't make no fucking sense Jac: do you know how often she told me she loved me, how beautiful I was, and smart and perfect and kind, that she wanted me in her life forever? Jac: but that doesn't mean she wants to kiss me Amelia: that's why it literally is her fault Amelia: she flirted with you more than I EVER have, or would dare to openly do because I would get called a predatory lesbian and she gets likes and follows Jac: but she meant it Jac: I know she did Jac: that's just friendship to her Jac: it's too confusing Amelia: you want her to have meant it the same way you did, like I wanted you to with me Jac: but I did Jac: I lied Jac: so I know it doesn't make a difference now Jac: but still, you weren't wrong and I did, I am, whatever Jac: it was shitty to lie, I know, I accept it Jac: but she meant it all but she is straight...how does that work Amelia: I don't know Amelia: straight people are weird Jac: I don't want to find that relatable Jac: I want to be normal Amelia: I'm not abnormal, shut up Jac: fine, straight Jac: I don't want to ever have to think about this ever again Amelia: why do you want it so bad? Jac: so I don't feel like this Jac: the not knowing Jac: how much it hurts Jac: boys are easy, I told you Amelia: because you don't like them Amelia: if you were straight you'd get hurt just the same Amelia: you said it, Valentina's no different than a lad Jac: lads just like me Jac: I've never kissed any lad and had them recoil Amelia: they liked me too, it doesn't mean I had to like them back Jac: I mean it's not the same Jac: if a lad didn't like me, he'd have reasons Amelia: loads of girls like you too, I was friends with them for a bit, I heard all that gossip Amelia: Savannah's reason is that she doesn't like girls, any of them Jac: but she loves me Jac: more than she ever did Ty, I fucking know it Amelia: not like that, like Is loved us Jac: I can't stand it Amelia: I know Jac: you know I am sorry Jac: don't you Amelia: yeah Jac: you just had come so far and had done so much work Jac: it wasn't fair Jac: what I did wasn't, but it wouldn't have been to act on it, when I wanted so badly to be straight, for everything I did tell you to be true Amelia: no, I was in exactly the same place that we left each other in Amelia: you're not the only one who can lie Jac: I'm just so sorry but that's worth fuck all Jac: I hate how stupid all of it seems now Jac: redundant Jac: but that's close to a fair punishment, I suppose Amelia: you've already been punished Amelia: and sorry always means something when it's a real one Jac: I feel Jac: I don't Jac: I'm broken Jac: I don't even want to be a person now Amelia: I don't want to find that relatable Amelia: but it is Jac: fuck's sake Jac: see, why would I choose this? Jac: even if they're weird, this never happens to straight people Amelia: of course it does Amelia: Savannah's parents are fucked Jac: just because they don't love each other no more Jac: when they got together, I'm sure they both knew Amelia: still, her mum's so broken she's barely a person Jac: all I'm saying is we're getting dangerously close to comparing being gay to a mental illness Jac: which is what homophobes say and I'm not trying to be the confirmation Amelia: it's not being gay, it's loving the wrong person Amelia: there are happy gays, I've met some Amelia: and your brother isn't being held back by it Jac: don't get me started Amelia: Jude's love life is messier than his Amelia: more dramatic Jac: he'll end up with a girl Amelia: you don't know that Jac: wait and see Amelia: yeah, I'll stalk him from afar like a fangirl Amelia: 🤢 Jac: it's not the same either Amelia: you love a competition Jac: yeah, this is so much fun Jac: him and Jude are the same Jac: it doesn't mean anything to them, so they aren't getting hurt Jac: they don't care, it's not serious Amelia: you've got me, we're very much the same Amelia: in this anyway Jac: I don't want to love anyone ever again Amelia: then don't Jac: that's why I have no friends Amelia: yeah well you don't need them, that's the line and the lie, right? Jac: it's not funny Jac: I can't be trusted Jac: with any kind of relationship with a girl Amelia: I'm not laughing because me either Amelia: I make bad choices and I'm proven stupid, remember Jac: it's so fucking isolating Amelia: school is anyway Amelia: we're all in boxes Jac: you never used to hate it this much Amelia: now you understand how much I hate everything Amelia: how exhausted I am Amelia: it'd be nice to have the solidarity if it wasn't so horrible Jac: I'm just trying to get used to it Jac: accept it Amelia: at least you don't have to see her every day Amelia: maybe that'll make it different Jac: I never get to see her again Amelia: you don't know that either Jac: I do Jac: she's unlikely to stop by when she's seeing her mum Amelia: you verbally recoiled from me, ruined my birthday, nobody would call it likely that we're talking Jac: naive optimism is exactly what got you here Jac: don't even need to scroll for the reminder Amelia: ouch Amelia: you always find new ways to hurt me Jac: you really did just say you made bad choices and were stupid Jac: continuing this conversation is just another one for the list, probably Amelia: I can say it and do so you don't need to Jac: alright, alright Amelia: you're blocked though, this is the only place you could try to Jac: I could make another post but the point has been made well enough I reckon Amelia: it's not my birthday now so there's no point Amelia: ⛅ Jac: sod you then Jac: don't want you getting the wrong impression Amelia: 😂 bit late for that Jac: yeah Amelia: my dad'll be up soon I'll just wait ☕ Amelia: don't need you to entertain me any further Jac: you gonna tell him about your shit birthday Amelia: I'll tell them both we broke up and they'll be thrilled Amelia: it's all they want to hear Jac: you can tell them it was my fault, it doesn't matter to me Amelia: why would I do that? Jac: dunno, but having someone else's parents take over and shout at me for a bit might be mildly entertaining Amelia: they think I'm over you, they want me to be better Amelia: I'm not going to ruin the lie Jac: rude Jac: but fine Jac: guess you don't owe me Amelia: no, I don't Jac: enjoy your coffee then Amelia: it'll taste disgusting like it always does Amelia: the biggest lie of all Jac: you aren't as exhausted and sad as you say you are Jac: the taste would've been acquired by now, you massive child Amelia: I've had to hide it longer than you Amelia: I'm just more skilled and hilarious Jac: so you're better at being sad? Jac: and I love a competition 🙄 Amelia: 😏 Amelia: I've acquired a taste for anything with a high enough alcohol content, there you go Jac: I was drunk before I got there and that was still apparent Amelia: haven't needed stitches yet Jac: that's something Jac: anyway, how'd you figure you've had to hide it longer? Amelia: because I have Amelia: you were sitting pretty on a ☁ with Savannah for ages Amelia: nothing could touch you up there Jac: that's where you're wrong Amelia: I'm not letting you win again Jac: 😏 Jac: it's not like I was fucking boys because I thought I wanted to Amelia: okay 🏆 no need to make me cry thinking about that Jac: they aren't that bad Jac: well, usually Jac: just not as interesting, it didn't make sense Jac: why we would waste time we could be together instead Amelia: it's really sad Amelia: as 💔 it was seeing you with lads, I thought it was at least what you wanted Jac: they aren't the ones that made me 💔 Amelia: I know but Amelia: I can't imagine doing that, or how it would make me feel if I thought I had to Jac: well you're much softer than I am Amelia: excuse me, it took you years to break me, Savannah did the same to you in 1 Amelia: you're not that hard Jac: I think that says more about Savannah than it does you Jac: but alright Amelia: right, because she's so perfect Amelia: I actually can't compete Jac: shut up Amelia: it's true Jac: it isn't that simple, I keep saying Amelia: it's as simple as you've already said, she's straight and I'm not Amelia: it was safer for you, except it wasn't Jac: you make it sound Jac: ugh Amelia: isn't it? Jac: you think I'm a right cold, calculating bitch Jac: and I'm not saying you're wrong but it was nice when you thought otherwise Amelia: we can't go back, you really drilled that into me Jac: I know Jac: oh well Amelia: oh well? that's the best you can do, yeah? Amelia: doesn't sound very calculating and well planned out Jac: because it's all over Jac: the only thing I've got left is uni and the career I want Jac: nothing else can or is going to exist Amelia: that's more than I've got Amelia: I haven't exactly been concentrating on my app Jac: well you're going to run away and find your Thelma aren't you Amelia: you ruined that fantasy with reality Jac: yeah right Jac: you're still a hopeless romantic Amelia: with a 🚗 I can't drive yet Jac: have you had any lessons yet Amelia: no Amelia: I keep asking my dad but he's always too busy Jac: go ask him now Amelia: I've drank too much to go now Jac: well duh but he'll feel so bad for you he'll make time tomorrow or whatever Amelia: and we're back to calculating Jac: someone has to if you wanna be wild and free Amelia: 😂 Jac: how early is it Jac: will the library be open Amelia: it's weird that the library is still open at any hour Amelia: you're literally the only person who ever goes there Jac: excuse me, only child Jac: you try and study with a house full of annoying kids and dogs Amelia: I'm fine with a 🏠 swap, I don't feel like studying Jac: yeah only if you make it permanent Amelia: you wouldn't take my guest room for a night, I don't think I'd be able to make that happen Jac: because you were there Amelia: rude Jac: sensible Amelia: nothing's going to happen Jac: yeah exactly Amelia: what does that mean? Jac: it means we aren't going to be friends Amelia: why not? Jac: I told you why Amelia: I'm not asking you to care about me, I'm saying I'm here for you Jac: No Jac: I wasn't joking when I said I can't have friends Amelia: I know you weren't Jac: that includes you Jac: especially you Amelia: okay Jac: okay Amelia: good morning then Jac: 👋

[indomitablemegnolia]

For @pedeka who always needs jewels..

I streaked my hand across the steam that fogged the mirror, looking at myself, honestly. Gods, I am; I am alive, bring my hand to my throat, my heartbeat was strong; alive, god yes, I am alive, for now.

Soul searching time, why am I being so very panicky? I am alive, heart beating proud. So, then what is the problem? Why can’t I just enjoy the moment; be alive? Why the cold sweats? He now knows I am dying, he knows that I am temperary at best. I never did want to be that Camus lover, dead in the salad days; haunting the other for eternity, but that shouldn't preclude me from the better aspects of life. Hope began taunting; you don't actually think someone like him, that beautiful god king, would lament losing someone like you for even a moment? I shot myself a dirty look in the mirror, shut up.

I have been very clear with my expectations, I have been honest and still this lilylivered reaction. What kind of major malfunction is this?

Why do I never get an answer, when I'm knocking at the door?

Maybe it is because the truth is too hard to swallow.

No I will the answer to never come?

Is this, in fact, what the war for love is for?

Jesus, is this a test?

No just another chance to fail.

Who really is counting? Who really cares?

Honey, as I said... this just is.

Yes, but is this romance? Is it love?

Jesus, why am I asking such stupid questions? Just stop it stupid, stop thinking, stop being rabbity; rhetoric is the downfall of the foolish; stop, just let it flow, let what will happen, happen; don't be a chicken-shit, stop running, let this experience live. Seriously, this couldnt have been laid out more perfect, remember what you wrote once upon a time; he is the walking talking archetype of what was written.

The man knows Oscar, he quotes things from the Wilde, and Oscar did say the very essence of romance is uncertainty.

The gods know that if this was anything, this is was vague, unfamiliar, and damn uncertain.

Yes, this is risky, but all the best things are.

I know the uncertainty in this case is not the usual who or how or how long; it is the simple question is just how much it will hurt… and if anything was certain, that answer is easy: A LOT!  

But it has, it already did, as he walked away, lord just being this far from him, does... it does.

Really, dummy, you know that the never tried, the what if's, the unresolved coulda's, the shoulda's, the undone regrets they always hurt the very worst, those ambiguous ifs.

So what?

So, shut up, stop whining and let it flow, don't direct, don't chicken out, just let it flow. Be like water.

I ruffed my hair drying it, well a little bit; I examined my face in the mirror, not horrible, the dark body bags under my eyes from crying couldn't be helped, using my fingers to 'style' my hair, pinching health into my cheeks. I ran two fingers along my lightly kiss swollen lips, I giggled; boy, that was fun, confirming that yes, I loved kissing and damn he was good at it; so much better than even memory.

I had to admit I didn't look bad; now the time to hesitate is through, for the first time in my life I resolve to be Wilde, to be Wildely feminine; I tied the sash of the robe, flipped my hair and walked out.

There he was lounging in a matching robe, diagnally across the large bed; lush bare legs stretched out in front of him, the heavenly puff of the duvet made him look like an overgrown cherub on a fluffy cumulus cloud, still... reading my journal, caressing the pages.

"Oh me, oh my, but you strike a pretty picture, not my usual fare coming out of the shower, I'll take it; so, you're still not bored of reading my whimsy's?"

He laughed rolling to a sitting position, "Honey, to be grotesquely honest, I doubt that I could ever; I am in a way, addicted to your mind, how you think; it's alluring to me, like a sirens song." He chuckled, "now, I need to know, are you okay?" His earnest face so endearing.

I shrugged, trying to look uneffected, browsing the milquetoast art on the walls, horrid pottery barn fare, "yeah, fine," keeping my voice light, looking anywhere, but his face.

He sighed, "what a load of crap,"I heard him moving, I refused to look. "Come on," I jumped startled, his voice just behind my ear, "you can't give me that, honey, look at me," I complied with a roll of my eyes, "are you okay?" I nodded, "Honesty." I shrugged, so he doubled down, "I know you were crying, I heard your sighing sniffles, so, I ask, are you okay?"

I turned to stand in front of him, shoulders straight, arms crossed, plastic smile in place, "I am fine." He gave me that demanding galled look that screamed liar, "yes, okay, I cried, that's done, I am good now."

He slowly stood, pulling my hands into his, I hadn't realized before that he was so deliciously much taller than me. "I didn't mean to upset you, I did not lie, you were so delicious, and so alive." He put his arms around me in a loose hug. "kissing you, it had been so tempting for so long, you tantalize just by breathing, so after it felt so perfect, natural..." his hug tightened, "I need to ask, I have to know, why were you crying? Please trust me enough to tell me."

I sucked a breath in through my nose, slowly letting it out, burying my face in the pile of robe covering his chest. "Honestly, for very stupid reasons, mostly self doubt;" stupid don't chicken out now... just let it flow, "even as a kid, I had never really cared about impressing others, suddenly with you... I assessed myself as not good enough," I sucked in a quick breath, "if you spend long enough dying, enough people step away because it is too painful for them to watch, enough people caring at a distance, shaking hands with you using salad tongs," he laughed, that rumble against my cheek heavenly, "you begin believing that, they are right, that you are this depressing weight, that it is all you deserve." I held him tighter, hiding my face as he was trying to pull back and look at me. "Your kiss caused my heart to beat, your kind words, caused me to feel, and then I felt unworthy, I have been dying almost as long as I have been alive, it is hard for me to believe your sincerity." I tripped over myself to reassure him, "I believe, or at the very least I want to believe, with all that is holy, that you are." I gave a nervous titter.

He pulled away, not letting me hide away any longer, he looked so earnest. He pulled me to sit near him on the bed. He ran his hands through my lightly damp hair, pushing it away to reveal my face. He kissed my forehead, thrilling me to my core. "I am sincere, I had wanted that kiss since I sauntered up to you as you were settling in. I really want to do it again. Talking with you, laughing, I was not even exaggerating when I told Opie that it was magic."

I shivered, "There are no certainty in this world, no assurances, but to be horribly honest, I wanted your kiss, to be crass and open," I blushed, looking shy away, "I want more, I want you, and whatever this may be," I waved my hands between us, "I long for it to linger for days on end, like the ghost of the feel of your caress on my skin, right now. I am greedy for your attention. As I said before, there is no forever, no permanent, but I want, this... here... now, for as long as it is mine to have."

He breathed in slow, "oh, that beautiful honesty." He pulled up my hand kissing it, lingering, looking up with just his eyes, "To be honest in return... god, I want that too. Although, I have more faith in the possible. In the fact it may linger." He hesitsted.

The trail off hit me like Mohammed Ali taking that last swing at Sonny Listin, fear clenched my stomach, that horrible hesitation, but I stared it down, "but what?" He didn't rush to answer, "but what?" I said it louder, more stern.

His laugh was slow, "shhh, don't worry, it's just this game, the no names, I am feeling like that is being dishonest with you."

It was my turn to laugh, "Dishonest? how? why? Have you lied in any of your answers?" He shook his head, "have you been as honest as possible at all times?" He nodded, "Do you think I have been, even the tiniest bit dishonest with you?" He shook his head emphatically, "Have you been dishonest with all of these touches, kisses?" He shook his head harder, "Good answers, I know by the way you keep eye contact, the way you lean in, the way you touch while you talk that you are used to having most of the control, your charm says that you are used to being boss; then you seem to think name, job or whatever else you think would make me think of you differently. A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet."

His face was beautifully placid as I talked, as if he were only half convinced, I turned up the heat. "If you need to call me a name, give me one, if you think I need yours tell me what to call you, but I am being the most honest with you now than I have ever been in my life, with anyone. Right now, we are free of expectations; I am so much more free to touch, to kiss, to tell you even the darkest secrets in my soul; magically without entailments; this is that once in a lifetime moment of freedom; this is a slice of heaven. I keep thinking perhaps I had died and this is the after life. I have been horribly honest laying the truth of my life at your feet, my dreams, my ideas, what I haven't actually spoke, you have read." I slowed finally, making my point. "I believe you are being just as painfully honest with me as I you, names be damned." I sighed, "You must understand the feeling of freedom from all that baggage I drag around, the demons usually nipping at my heels, suddenly, quiet." I cuddle into his chest closely, "as this rapture speaks of you, it says only this to my demons, 'Sleep now. Your day is done.' And for now they cannot find me. If I were the other me, that one with a name, I would like to talk to you, but feel myself shut closed down, quiet and I can’t become shut just now."

Using two gentle fingers tucked under my chin, he pulled my face up to look at him; he looked into my eyes, I saw understanding; he nodded, then he rushed in like a wave, his lips were soft, his kiss, honestly pleading; I opened my self to his possibility, surrendering, accepting, wanting; kissing him back. Suckling his tongue, nibbling his lips, deepening the kiss, tasting his soul.

Pulling back holding my will in check, "Hang a name on me, call me Sue if you have to, but what is a name? Just a word to attribute, as if it could make sense of the madness in this, but we are not mad; we are human, all searching for that one thing we want... love, even for a moment, when we find that someone we must forgive for the paths we take towards that love; the paths are many, so many with wide dark places," I kissed him, roughly pushing his robe open, pawing his chest.

"Honey, I get it; I understand, I finally understand the why; no regrets."

Breathing slowly rolling my eyes open, "Close, here this might explain it more clarity, the scientific definition of insanity is to recreate past mistakes over and over; stuck for eternity in a temporal causality that relationship between cause and effect caught in a loop, the affected of the effect expecting different outcomes, is insanity and possibly unsanitary. It took long moments, maybe even years rattling around in my brain, but why now does that suddenly make sense to me?" I kissed along his collar bone, "I am not insane, so today, instead of zig this time I zagged," dipping my tongue into that delicious suprasternal notch "and look where it got me. Instead of a S.R.O. like the shitty motel I was stuck in last night, the neighbors trying their best at making more cracks in the wall with their animalistic sex habits, talk about unsanitary, but today on the zag, I have this," I kissed him hard and deep, "Will the mornings come too soon, do they? Personally, they usually, no they always do; is this night, this storm just long enough, to tide us over? I don't know, but suddenly I am making a different choice, breaking that insanity; even if, it is for but a short while."

That beautiful golden voice entered into my ears.  “Forget about what came before; don't fear what is going to come later.”  I felt the warmth of his hands, cradle my face, the low light eclipse from my face, as he rolled us side by side, I felt that possibility, his presence washing over me. My eyes fluttered open, I look into his smiling face, "Most people spend too much time staring into screens, trying to make sense of life, thinking hard work and sacrifice are the meaning of life, I watched you check one single text message; you are not exactly that kind, but I still know, that even so, you don’t spend enough time laughing or drinking wine, kissing deeply or dancing in the moonlight.” He eased me gently to my back, looking down into my eyes; my arms reflexively looping around the back of his neck.

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But I'm A Cheerleader! - Chapter 7 (Aja x Farrah) - Millie

At some point later that day, Farrah texted Aja some updates about the case, and it came to both of their surprises that there was progress: James and Chuck had been questioned at the police station, and footage from CCTV cameras outside the store that night concluded that it was them. They both let out a mental and physical sigh of relief at the revelation.

And as if things weren’t looking up already, Shea and Sasha were now officially a “thing”, and Aja was pretty sure that Sasha now had a permanent smile on her face. For the rest of the day, the two were practically inseparable, but somehow never revealed that they were together. It gave Aja a warm sensation in her heart, and she suddenly longed for something of the sort.

The three were now walking home together, and the atmosphere was as awkward as expected; Aja was third wheeling the happy couple, vaguely listening to their conversations. She wasn’t as close with Shea as she was with Sasha, so she didn’t really know how to include herself. With Sasha, the two could talk about the most random things, but Shea was one of those girls that was so seemingly perfect and flawless that those thoughts wouldn’t even cross her mind. Aja and Nina both found that they were terrified of her judging them.

Eventually, Shea parted from them, softly kissing Sasha on the lips and waving goodbye to Aja before turning left to go back home. Sasha smiled to herself and touched her lips in disbelief.

“Someone’s happy,” Aja teased.

Sasha giggled. “I can’t put it into words,” she said. “But happy is such an understatement.”

“Are you gonna tell the others?”

She hesitated, and her smile faded. “Uh, I don’t know. Probably at some point.”

“You should. They’ll be really happy for you.” That got Aja thinking: she should come out. Unfortunately, it was easier said than done. She’d kept it locked away and hidden for so long, and it’d feel strange to now have it out in the open. Every time it came to confessing, she stopped herself like a coward. She didn’t want to hesitate any longer.

“Alexis will make a big thing about it, like she’s done with every relationship I’ve had,” Sasha replied. “She’ll parade us around the school like we’re some sort of fairground attraction. I know she’s our friend, but she needs to chill sometimes.”

“The others will be fine with it. Don’t worry about Alexis,” Aja assured.

Sasha shrugged. “I’ll talk to Shea about it,” she said. “I don’t know if she’s ready to come out.” Aja slowly came to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk, causing Sasha to turn around and raise one eyebrow. “What’s up?” she asked.

“Speaking of coming out… Can I tell you something?” Aja could feel her heartbeat resounding in her chest, her hands becoming clammy. She couldn’t back down now.

“Sure.” Sasha’s expression softened. She looked as if she knew exactly what Aja was going to say, but she encouraged her to continue, anyway.

“I’m, err… I’ve wanted to tell you this for a while now, and something in me said that now was the right time." Come on, Aja, hurry the fuck up. Her heartbeat became louder and louder, and she could feel the blood rushing in her ears. "I’m gay.” She closed her eyes immediately in regret, and jumped out of her skin when Sasha embraced her in one of her power-grip hugs. She exhaled, and the emotional weight was lifted off her shoulders.

“I’m so proud of you,” she told her, hugging her even tighter. Aja hugged her back, unable to speak. She was so utterly grateful for her best friend, and wondered what she’d do without her. It was times like this where she was reminded of how truly amazing Sasha was.

Aja pulled away. “Thank you, Sasha,” she responded, getting her breath back. “That feels so much better.”

“Girl, you should’ve told me sooner!” she exclaimed. “We could’ve talked about girls and gayness and everything.”

“I… I was too scared,” she admitted. “Now, I don’t know why I was.”

“Well, good times await,” Sasha said. “And… can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead,” Aja said. She still hasn’t quite caught her breath.

“Have you had a girlfriend before?”

“Uh, not really.” That wasn’t exactly a lie. She hadn’t had a girlfriend before, but there was one girl who had shattered her heart, despite them never being together - she’d never forget Dahlia. Even the mention of the name brought back a lifetime supply of bad memories.

The two sophomores were sitting on Aja’s bed, legs crossed and surrounded by their schoolwork, but it wasn’t like they were doing any. Catching up every few weeks or so was always enjoyable, and every time they’d leave their heaps of work at their sides. It had been a whole year since they’d last gone to school together, but the one thing that had changed only recently was Aja’s feelings towards Dahlia. Normally after a year or so apart, friends weren’t that close anymore, but that was completely different for the girl. She wanted to see Dahlia every day, hang out with her, kiss her and hold her hand. Feel her touch against her bare skin, her breath on her neck late at night. Dahlia didn’t think about that. She never had. While Aja’s gigantic crush manifested itself over the past few months, Dahlia purely saw friendship.

“So,” Aja began. “What’s sophomore year like for you? Anything new?”

Dahlia broke out into a smile. “Well, there’s this new guy in our grade. God, Aja, he’s so hot! I sit next to him in English.”

Aja’s mood instantly dropped, but she didn’t let her fake smile falter. She had to be happy for her friend.

“Have you talked to him at all?” she questioned.

“No, not yet,” Dahlia replied, her smile fading. “Our English teacher is so strict, so we can never talk in class, and I don’t see him outside of class that much, anyway. So, this one time she caught us talking…” And she was off talking about a new subject, much to Aja’s delight.

She was so desperately in like. Dahlia spoke so eloquently that she couldn’t help but watch her lips as she talked, and thoughts of kissing the girl crossed her mind. She imagined the feeling of Dahlia’s lips on her own, the way her eyes would flutter shut as they both leaned in and closed the small gap between them. It was so, so wrong, but it felt so right.

“Aja, hello?!” Dahlia said, waving her hand in front of Aja’s face. Aja snapped out of her daydream and laughed nonchalantly.

“Sorry, zoned out,” she said.

“So rude.” She laughed and lightly pushed Aja back with a slap to her shoulder. Even the smallest gesture made her skin tingle and butterflies swarm in her stomach. “Is something up? You’re never normally this quiet.”

Aja looked down, digging her nails into her palms. Her not-so-little crush was eating her up inside more than ever, and she didn’t know how to answer. On one hand, she could tell Dahlia and get it over with. On the other, she could make up some half-assed excuse and keep it to herself. Neither option sounded that appealing, but she had to pick one.

“It’s, uh… There is something, actually.” She didn’t know where she was going with this, or why she’d decided that this was the best decision, but she had to go with it now.

Dahlia cocked her head to the left, raising her eyebrows. “What is it?”

Aja bit her bottom lip so hard that she thought it would bleed. When she didn’t respond, Dahlia took her hand in her own, and instantly Aja’s became clammy. She reluctantly tore it away before Dahlia noticed. Instead, she placed it on her cheek, and quickly leaned in to press a kiss to her soft lips before Dahlia could even speak up. The kiss was forceful, not with aggression, but with passion - but Dahlia didn’t kiss back. Instead, she pulled away, wiping off Aja’s lipstick from her lips and looking her up and down with wide eyes. Their friendship had completely changed within a matter of seconds.

“Dahlia, I’m sorry, I-”

“Don’t worry about it ,” she cut her off, smiling insincerely. “Maybe we should just do some homework, or something. I… have to meet Kandy and Momo soon.”

“S-sure,” Aja stuttered. She’d probably tell Kandy and Momo everything. Dahlia’s reaction had taken her heart and smashed it with a sledgehammer. Melancholy filled the room as they both pulled out their homework in silence, and they began to work. Aja still felt her lips tingling, and her eyes stung with tears.

But she couldn’t hate Dahlia. It was nowhere near the girl’s fault for what she did, and she’d just have to accept that she couldn’t return the feelings. She couldn’t imagine hating her best friend. But somehow, that anger still resided within her.

“Oh,” Sasha replied, bringing Aja back from her much-relived memory. “You’ll find someone, I just know it.”

“I hope so, Sash,” Aja said.

The two automatically began to walk again, but Aja just couldn’t shake Dahlia from her mind. They were still close friends, but it had been a while since they’d last seen each other, and there was always tension when they did. Aja didn’t like Dahlia like that anymore, but the hurt had never left.

A few moments later, Sasha left to go home and Aja walked the last few streets by herself. Unable to shake Dahlia from her mind, she pulled her phone out of her pocket - she needed a distraction, and it didn’t matter too much who or what it was. At first she didn’t know who to text, but soon enough, just the right person came to mind.

Aja Come over so we can practise for Wednesday. I need some help.

Cheerleading was always her sweet escape, and it was just the right thing to keep her mind busy. But the person she’d invited to help her? That may have been a whole different matter.