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benzendrine-nosebleed · 3 months ago

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"A Prayer On His Lips, A Hail Mary in his Hips (Formerly 'Forgive, Me Father') PART 3!!

So, it's been a hell of a week since I uploaded part 2, and I just gotta say, I've really been enjoying getting back into the Tumblr scene and enjoying being a fangirl again and not actually being ashamed of it! I've been so much happier lately writing something I'm passionate about, and my Fiancé is happy that I'm comfortable enough to write my dumb little heart out every day. I've written somewhere around 30k words in the past month, and that's way more than I've written in the past, so from the bottom of my heart, thanks guys. I love your support, and your love for my fics. I have another one in the works too, but I don't know when I'll put it out yet.

Anyways, I had actually named this story "A Prayer on His Lips, a Hail Mary in His Hips" but forgot to name it that when I posted the first part. So, without further ado, Part 3!

Info: 4900 words long, ABSOLUTELY NSFW, enjoy and let me know if you'd want a part 4!

Is that was I am, Father? A lost, wayward lamb?” I asked playfully, still seated before him. The sun had shifted in the sky, filling the room with golden rays trying to catch a peek at us, basking in the sins of the flesh.

“Y’are,” he mumbled, smirking. “But I like that a lot, it makes me want to teach ya things. I want to show you The Shepard, it makes me want to bring ya to the herd. I wanna see you every week, kneeling before the cross, before me as I deliver flesh to your pretty lips again.”

“Oh, you’ll see me kneeling Father. I’ll be in the front pew, kneeling just like this,” I motioned to myself, perking up as his gaze freely wandered up and down my body, “Praying for the sins I’ll want to keep committing.”

His eyes lifted to mine again, a grin growing on his face as he came down from his high. His hand came off of his thigh, lifting my chin to meet his face. His fingertips were gentle on my chin as he brought my nose to his, the tips gently touching as he whispered. “You’re gonna be the best little Catholic girl, and I’m gonna be the biggest sinner for you, babe. He, He knows temptation all too well, and he should know that since I’m a man, just a human on the earth he’s crafted with his own fingertips,” His fingertips shifted on my chin to accentuate his point, “I will inevitably sin again. I will repent for the original sin for the rest of my life, but there is more to life than begging for forgiveness over and over again.”

I noticed as the accent he had developed after cumming down my throat slipped away, leaving me to hear the Catholic Preacher again, rather than the needy servant who desired more. I, desired more of that accent, the blissful state he was in when I had my lips wrapped around him, I wanted to see who he’d be with his godly cock pressed into my stomach, that warm feeling of him spilling into me for the first time. That was something Catholics were known for, right? No protection?

“There is so much to life outside the church, Father. I’ve seen the most beautiful things travelling, things you deserve to see too. But, I’ve discovered something that has made me want to begin coming here.” I could feel my breath bounce off of his face and back to mine, our noses still grazing each other. A few stray hairs from his mustache tickled my lips. “I found something to worship.”

“You have, huh?”

“Father, until you show me there is a God, I’m gonna be worshipping you, Each, little, inch of your skin, I wanna taste like communion.”

He pulled away sharply, his chest rising and falling with each hearty breath. “Me, huh? You wanna taste me, worship me like I’m the Holy Father himself? You don’t know what you’re going to do to me...”

“Yes, Father, I do. I want to wrap that rosary around my hands again, and kneel at your feet while I praise you...”

His eyes shifted away, staring at the crucifix hanging on the wall. “ I need you, Y/N... I need you in the ways that are condemned for a man who is married to the church... As the head priest, I have to hold an image for the congregation, to keep them from being led astray. You, you’ve made me break my vows...” His fingers moved to the sides of my jaw, pressing in sharply. “ That is a sin only you can repent for... I’m damned for eternity.”

His tone had changed to something more serious, something unsettling. There was an anger in him that was brewing, yet he held it at bay. I feared more at the control he had over his own emotions than what he was going to do about them. “I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to come here to have you break your vows. I just, I wanted to find an answer to my problems.” His fingers kept pressing into my jaw, his other hand moving now to wrap around my head once more.

“You’ll need to give penance, you wayward babe. You’ll confess at the front of the church, kneeling on the steps of the altar. Only then, can I begin to give you any sort of absolution for what you’ve done to me.” He released his tightened grip on me, swiftly walking to his computer and turning it on. His hearty stride shook the room as I sat in front of the loveseat still, worried for what any of this meant.

“The Lord, he teaches us about not exacting revenge, the he does not need man to have vengeance, to fight eye for an eye.” His computer chimed as he logged in, moving to some program on there. He opened the application, and I watched as the surveillance system for the church was pulled up on the screen.

“What are you talking about?” I asked hurtfully, lost in his ramblings. “Revenge? Because I made you break your vows? I’m sorry, I, I didn’t mean to.”

“He asks us to turn our cheek, to love them with all of our merciful heart,” he continued. “Revenge is motivated by the anger, the pain and fear of man. However, justice is motivation through the heart of His.” The cameras all went black with a few clicks of his mouse. “I want to exact revenge, to break you as you’ve broken me. I’ve learned though, to both love and feat The Holy Father. I need to show you the same love, and fear for me.”

I turned around to fully look at him, trying to understand his preaching still. “Father? I don’t know what you’re trying to say. What do I have to do?”

He shot up from his chair, striding back over to me. “You need to repent for your sins, and be a good girl for the church. You’re going to the altar right now to repent.” He leaned down, grabbing my arm and helping me up. “You’re going to repent for your sins, Y/N, and I’m going to be giving you absolution.” He was gentle with his grasp, but rushing me. I stood up, standing toe-to toe with him. His naked frame loomed over me, his chest heaving with each breath, his throat pumping with each gasp.

“Like this?” My breath fastening. He wanted me to go the altar, no more clothed than the day I was born, to repent for my sins?

“Yes, Now,” He growled, He snarled, his teeth showing as his insatiable eyes ran up and down me. “You’re going to worship The Father, beg him for salvation, beg him to give you what you need.” He reached other and grabbed his crucifix off of the loveseat. He swiftly picked me up, cradling me up to his chest, his sweaty musk mixed with his cologne, completely encompassing me in his holy fury.

He opened the locked door, pacing into the empty hallway. “You remember how to pray?” He asked, his footsteps hitting the ground faster.

“I’m pretty sure I do, Father,” I replied, my heart beating out of my chest. My senses heightened as we moved to the entrance to the sanctuary, the heavy wooden doors were closed.

“Good, because you’re going to be quizzed on it, and I’ll be grading how well you do.” He reached out his arm that held my knees for the handle, gently opening the doors to the darkened sanctuary, where we first had met in the confessional booth no more than an hour or two earlier.

The sanctuary was dark, the only light came pouring in through the stained glass motifs, gently illuminating the pews and altar. There was something so sacred of seeing the place of worship in the darkness, knowing not too many people go to see the Holy Father like this. The colors through the stained glass glazed the floors, the podium, the cross at the back of the altar: it took my breath away. Father Schlatt moved suavely down the pews, his body almost floating with delicacy as he honored the holy space, like he’d done for years prior. He held my body close to him again, his reverence for his place of reverence flowing out of him He stoically walked to the altar, softly whispering prayers.

He gently kneeled at the altar, letting me out of his arms. I moved to stand up, longing for his touch now, again. It felt wonderful being held so close to him, how his warm body wished to protect me, even after what had transpired. I had ruined this man’s vows to God, and yet he was gently with me, through gritted teeth.

“Kneel, right here,” He spoke. He was stern, yet the disappointment I had expected to hear in his voice was gone. “Face the cross, and pray out loud. I want to hear you beg for forgiveness, beg The Father to save you.”

“Yes, Father.” I quivered, kneeling next to him. I pressed my knees into the carpeted step, and moved to clasp my hands in front of myself, picturing how his hands were earlier. I kneeled my head, reciting the prayer. “Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name.” Fuck, after this, the prayer gets blurry. I remember the sound of the locking door, the sound of him gracefully kneeling before me, between my legs..

“Keep going,” He stood up, leaving me alone at the altar. I heard him move behind me.

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as on earth, as in Heaven-“ SMACK. A sharp pain shot across my back.

“On Earth, as in Heaven,” He growled.

“On Earth as in Heaven.” My back grew hotter where he had struck it. “Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us.” I closed my eyes tightly, bracing for the sharp pain again. When it didn’t come, I raced to continue through the prayer. “Forgive us, our trespasses-“ SMACK. The searing pain shot through my back again, causing me to shoot out a small cry. I felt the tears welling behind my eyelids.

“You only say ‘Forgive us’, one time. ‘Give us, this daily bread, and forgive us, our daily trespasses.’”

“I-I’m Sorry Father, Forgive us, our daily trespasses.”

“Good girl. Keep. Going.” He loomed behind me, the mere presence of his tall figure, now whipping me, scared me... yet I felt that he was punishing me in a way that excited him. I could only picture him standing tall, cock hard, the tip pressed against the trail I ran my tongue down, I needed more. If I had to put up with the pain of him whipping me, so be it. I needed to see The Father, in all of his glory, in the iridescence of the stained glass, beheld by the cross.

“As we forgive those who trespass against us.” I braced again, waiting for the stinging whip, which didn’t come. “And deliver us from evil, Amen-“ WHACK. A guttural whimper left me as I leaned forward to the next step of the altar step, the now familiar pain searing across my back.

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. You poor, little lamb.” He sternly spoke, his voice deepening. “You forgot the leading into temptation...” I could hear him shift behind me, his body dropping to the floor. “Finish the prayer.”

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil... Amen.” I cried, the tears falling down my face now.

“Amen,” His hands moved to the my sides, as he spoke softly and soothingly against my back by the whip marks. He pressed gently kisses into them. “Good girl, you took that well. But, you forgot one thing.”

“What, Father?” I pleaded, the tears slowing down while I continued to kneel into the steps.

“You forgot what is supposed to be in your hands. How did they feel, whipped against your back?” Oh my god, the rosary.

“I completely forgot, Father, I’m sorry...” I moaned out now, the heat in their whip marks still pulsing against my back.

“Oh, you’re never going to forget them again, are you?”

“No, No Father, I won’t.”

“Good,” He grunted, his left hand, still gripping the rosary against me moved down my side, cupping my ass. The beads felt cool against my skin now, while his fingers dug into the soft tissue. “You made me break my vows to The Lord, so in return, as a justice, I need to break you. I’m going to whip you into being a good little Catholic Girl, just for me. You’re going to worship me,” His hand slid up my back to my hip, bringing it around gently to my slit. His other hand moved to my neck, pulling it up against him. My back was pressed to his chest, his rosary laden hand beginning to run its fingers up and down me, grazing my clit with each pass. I softly moaned each time he did, while his head craned down into my neck.

“You said you were going to worship me as if I was the Holy Father himself, didn’t you? Well, you’re going to be worshipping The Father now. You’re going to be using those lips for a lot more than praying.” He sunk his teeth into me, causing me to shudder and a small whimper to leave me.

“aaaaAh! Mmh, Father, yes, Yes Father” I moaned out, my clasped hands moving behind me to hold onto his thighs. I could feel the whipped skin pressed against him, the hot flesh pressed against him was tender and hurt, but it was something I was willing to embrace again, if it meant he’d be pleasing me.

“Good Girl,” He breathed out, his fingers painstakingly slow against me. I grew wetter with each stroke, his fingers finding my clit on his own accord. His middle finger slowly twitched against it as my stomach clenched and my body pulsated. My moans turned pleasurable as he brought me closer to my own orgasm. As my voice began to peak in tone, he slowed down, “Oh, Y/N, I’m not going to make you feel pleasure until I can show you what you do to me. I’m going to show you a world as if it was made just for you, like I crafted it for you with my own hands, as The Holy Father did for those who follow him.” He slid a finger inside of me, the cross on the rosary pressed against my slit as he moved his finger in and out slowly, reveling in the feeling himself.

“Father, p-p-please,” I begged, his finger exploring the inner walls of my pussy. “I need more of you... anything, please.” What the hell was he doing to me, to make me turn into such a slut for him as soon as he made a move?

“Mmph, I don’t know, are you deserving of the salvation?” He asked, his palm pressed the cross against my clit, and yet in a sick, twisted way, I was finding pleasure in it, while his finger worked on getting me wetter with its gentle rhythm, in, out, in, out. “Or should I see that you’re damned? I’m torn, I wanna save ya, but you make salvation seem so, so far out of reach when you beg like that.” Oh Christ, the accent came back.

“Fath, oh god... Father, oohhfff,” I moaned out, pressing back into him, begging for more of his touch. More, of his tantalizing touches, anything for more of him in me.

“Mmph, I think I could save ya, as for myself, maybe not. I’m already damned, so why not go all the way?” He asked, smiling as his tongue worked flicked my ear. “I think I wanna taste ya, ya sweet sinner. You’ve been so good for me, letting me whip you with the rosary, letting me tease ya with it... I’ll be wrapping it around those praying hands again soon enough. Just you wait.” His grip released on my neck, and he placed it on my hip. His other hand pulled out of me, the sensations of his teases leaving me desperate for his touch again. He moved that hand to my hip, as he picked me up with ease. “Turn around, and sit on the floor of the altar, mmkay?”

“Yes, yes Father,” The pounding in my chest echoed into my ears, as I shuffled up the two stairs to the floor of the altar, sitting facing him. I placed my hands on my knees, awaiting his next command.

“Good. Now,” He placed his hands on top of mine on my knees, “We’re just gonna spread these pretty legs apart,” His hands gently pressing into mine, while his body leaned in closer. “I’ve never done this before, but, God, I know I need to taste ya.” He parted my buckled knees apart, his mouth slightly agape as he watched me become exposed. I felt vulnerable, but safe, somehow. “You... oh, look at you,” He whispered, his right hand leaving my knee to run up and down my slit. I could feel the heat in my cheeks rising, my breath falling deeper into my chest as he slowly worked his pointer and middle finger between the folds. I threw my head back, the fire in his touch already being so hard to handle. Moans left my lips, and my hands fled my knees to the altar floor, desperately trying to hold myself up while he explored.

His left hand still pressed my knee to open, pressing it almost to the floor, antsy to keep my legs open while he worked up his own courage to dig in. His right hand moved up to his mouth, and I watched at this once holy man licked his fingers clean of the film I left on his fingertips. “Oooh, mmph, The Lord made ya so, so delicious. I need more, babe.”

Before I had a chance to catch my breath, he pressed his face into my pussy, his nose resting right above it. He began licking my folds, his right hand immediately moving to hold my right down as I tried to bring it up against his face, bucking from the sensations. I threw myself onto the floor of the altar, lost in the sensations of The Father’s Holy Tongue.

“Oh Fuck!” I exclaimed, all filter I had leaving as his tongue worked with my hips, now rocking against his face.

He pulled away, smiling deviously as he licked his lips. I watched as he caught his breath, his hands still pinning me to the floor. “I forgot, I’m sorry, I was too excited to taste you, Babe, I should’ve realized I’d be drinking you up,” He spoke sweetly, moving to bow his head, speaking just above a whisper. “Bless me, Lord, for these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy Bounty. Through you, Christ our Lord, Amen.” He snarled after finishing his prayer, the devious smile returning as his head raised, and moved back into me. I couldn’t help but whimper, his face felt so good pressed up against my slit, his tongue working to bring me to an orgasm so easily. I brought my left hand up to his hair, and pulled his head up softly. “..uhff fuck... there Baby, right there,” I moaned out, guiding his tongue to my clit. His eyes shot up to meet mine, glazed over with unbelievable pleasure. He continued to lick ferociously at my clit, and lifted his right hand from my leg, bringing it down to his mouth, and taking a quick lick across his thumb as he rubbed me right below where his tongue worked wonders.

His tongue worked tirelessly against me, bringing me closer to an orgasm, when his left hand moved off of my leg, and he moved to down to his cock, surely throbbing with pleasure by now. He groaned as he stroked himself with his left hand, his right hand and tongue focused on making me squirm. Slews of moans, pleas, and whimpers escaped me. “Fath-mmm, Fath-er... pl...please... more... mmm, my God..., so, so fucking good...” For having no experience with any sort of intimacy, Father Schlatt must have brought in his expertise from his priesthood to bring me unholy pleasure. Was it from flipping through pages of the scripture that he learned to move his fingers so precisely? Or was it from daubing Holy Water on church-goers how he learned to press just the right amount of pressure to my flesh? I tried to think as I moaned out words, sounds, anything to keep me from reaching an orgasm just yet.

I brought my thighs up to the side of his face, feeling his soft sideburns rub against my tender thighs. They rubbed softly with each of his licks. They felt almost ticklish against my skin, but I couldn’t help but crave more of their feeling against my skin while he stoked his tongue, but his pointer finger gently moved against the length of my pussy his thumb was once grazing, as he wetted his pointer finger, and slid it into me, causing me to gasp in the midst of my moans. “mmmh oh... aH! Schatt!” Oh Fuck!” I cried out, my hips sinking down into his hand.

He pulled away softly from his ministrations against me to speak out. “You taste so, so good, I don’t wanna believe that The Lord has been keeping this from me... Unless he was just waiting to bring ya to me... Maybe he made you just for me... you feel so, so perfect on my tongue, on my fingers, toots.” Toots? Okay, that’s a new one, but I... I can’t focus on that now... not with how he’s finger fucking me. “Maybe he made you just to ruin me...” He coaxed, his finger now curling inside in a tauntingly sensual way. I breathed out a sharp wail, my body burning wildly for how he teased me, how much I needed his teachings. In an instant, he learned forward, his twitching cock now grazing at my entrance, where his finger slid out. His rosary laden hand intertwined with my hand on the floor, pinning it above my head. His hips slowly moved himself against my pussy, the slow, teasing stroked causing whimpers and guttural moans alike to leave both of us.

“Father... Are you sure?” I asked. my hips however, moving against him, feeling how hot, how ready he was to fuck me.

“I, I need to.. I need to make you mine, in the eyes of The Lord.” His hips moved against mine as well. The friction was unbearable, it was too perfect to pass up the opportunity. Father Schlatt leaned down next to my ear, slowing his rhythm. “Babe, I need to pray, and I need you to pray with me. You’re not gonna know the words, but close your eyes, and keep those pretty little moans quiet for a moment, ‘kay?”

“Mhmm,” I murmured, squeezing my eyes shut and gripping his hand tighter.

“Hail Mary Full of Grace, The Lord is with Thee.” His breath grew hotter against my skin. “Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of the womb, Jesus.” His tongue grazed my earlobe, he gently nibbled on it. His hand that stroked his cock stopped, instead it began pressing the tip to my now slick entrance. “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, in the hour of our death. Amen,” He finished the prayer quietly, taking a second to listen to my breaths.

“Amen,” I spoke gently, opening my eyes to meet his. His mouth was still open from his prayer, his head gently nodding at his subconscious request. I nodded back, my lips parted too from my final “Amen.”

He pressed his hips forward, the tip of his cock paving the way for the rest of his shaft to enter me. He was slow, merciful, yet he shot daggers through my eyes, while his fingers tightened around the ones he laced them with, pressing the beads into my hand. All breath escaped my chest as I felt him penetrate me, being gentle as to not overwhelm himself. I whimpered, attempting to savor the gentle movements. Every nerve ending was on fire, begging for his length to keep pushing, to keep moving, to keep the friction going. He pulled his cock mostly out, leaving just the tip in, and slowly worked himself back in, pressing farther in this time. He kept this slow rhythmic torture up until he found a pace where he could control himself.

With each thrust, I couldn’t help but whimper, the feeling of him stretching me was so, so fucking good. His body was ragged; sweat poured down him as he refrained from racing, savoring each sinful moment. “You, you feel so good,” He groaned “too, too good. God I’m gonna, I’m gonna... if I go any faster,” His hand had moved to my hip, gently guiding me back to his with each of his pulsing thrusts.

“F-Father, you, you feel so good, too,” I whimpered, taking each of his thrusts, feeling his cock deep in my belly.

He continued his painstakingly slow pace, driving me crazy as his he focused his energy into keeping his mind busy. “Babe... you.. oh, oh God..” he cried out, his hand gripping deeper into my thigh, almost tearing through my flesh as his fingernail dug in deeper. “I need... more... of you...” He pleaded, his thrusts still slow, yet slamming into my hips eagerly.

His thrusts into me were calculated, his own body pressing his need further into me as I craved every inch of him. “Mmm, Baby, you feel so fucking good in me,” I cried through gritted teeth. My hand embraced the press of the rosary beads into it, the feel of him learning how to make love, I felt high on his lust, and still grounded by his religion. I looked up at him to see his once pomaded hair was strewn, stringy with sweat, and was moving into his eyes, bouncing with his rhythm. He gazed into me, his mouth parted, as he crashed into my lips for a searing kiss. Our tongues mingled frantically as his pace continued slowly, steadily.

I moved our hands from above our heads while we tangled tongued, bringing his rosary laden hand to my clit, and pressing his fingers into it, mimicking the motions I would use to please myself. I couldn’t help but realize, the he was such a fast learner, pressing his thumb against my clit and teasing it fast while his thrusts moved faster. “Baby, fu-uck! You’re gonna make me cum on you,” I pleaded, torrential wave of pleasure flowing through me with each flick from his thumb.

His hips slammed into mine, as I reached my own orgasm on his cock, clenching down on him, and feeling everything on a high. His cock felt hot in me, my belly warm, my clit tender and spent, and my legs were shaking. I couldn’t focus on anything past his head being thrown back, and the feeling of hips pressed against my inner thighs. His guttural moans and the sight of him were through tunnel vision as my mind grew fuzzy. Did he say ‘pussy’? Wait, did he cum in me? Oh... well... fuck... fuck it felt... good...

He looked at me as he continued to hasten his pace, his breaths growing more erratic. His eyes shot right through me, his gaze darkened and fully corrupted. “God, your pussy was made just for me... He made it just for me to ruin myself- in- Mmmhh,” He grunted, I couldn’t tell anymore what was throbbing with each stroke, I could only focus on the clenched muscles in my abdomen, on yhe brink of an orgasm like no other I had felt before. “I’m gonna ruin you too,” he blurted out, looking down at his thumb, steadily torturing me, and pulled his thumb away for just long enough for himself to spit on my clit, and race to work his spit in while his cock swelled. His body tensed while his moans grew audibly. “I-mmh-aah-aaahh,” He moaned out, practically yelling by the end of it.

His fingers held onto my hips as he slowly pulled his spent cock out of me, his entire body convulsing in waves as his tip entered the cooler air again. “Oh God... oh Christ, anyone... oh whoever is up there,” he moaned, his words lingering through the drawls escaping him. He fell forwards onto the altar floor next to me, recovering from him pleasuring me too. “Thank you,” He moaned out. All I could do is smile, looking at the heap he fell into next to me. The gentle sunlight refracted off of the cathedral glass to glaze over him with soft hues of blues, reds and greens. We laid there for what seemed like an eternity, catching our breaths, the thought of our damnation never once crossing our pleasured minds.

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autistic-katara · 2 years ago

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ok i might get blocked by a couple ppl for saying this but the Jackson’s Diary fandom is seriously making me wanna become a proshipper out of spite (read the post before blocking me or whatever please)

like idk if u guys have checked the fandom tag on ao3 recently but theres been a bit of drama surrounding the fact that someone posted a smut-fic of Exer (an 18yo) and David (an almost 18yo, who was aged up A FEW MONTHS for the fic) and they were harassed into taking it down and making a fucking apology post ON AO3, THE PROBLEMATIC FANWORKS WEBSITE.

and this fic was tagged 100% correctly like it was very explicitly tagged as smut n stuff yet there were still a bunch of comments being like “uhm what did i just read 🤨” and when i made a comment defending the authors right to yk, not be harassed for making not even rlly problematic content someone who clearly would suffer withdrawal symptoms if they turned twitter off for too long started arguing with me abt how “erm ackhtually we should be allowed to comment harassment under ppls harmless and explicitly tagged fics cause theres no smut in this fandom and it shocked us” and u could just rlly tell they felt they were more righteous than God in their opinions and yeah so cut to tonight when i’m scrolling through the tag and i see a post titled “i’m so sorry” in which the author made a post basically being like “i’m so sorry for posting that ik it was disgusting it has been permanently deleted” which in the comments a few ppl were telling them that what happened sucked n stuff (myself included // judging by their reply they only did this to stop the harassment which yk, completely fair) and i went back to scrolling since i wanted an actual fic not fandom drama but like 2 posts down there was another post titled “please stop” or smthn like that where someone else made a post basically being like “guyssss can we please not write smut of these characters this fandom is so wholesome i dont wanna ruin it 🥺 anyways sorry this isnt a fic this just needed to be said lol” and like dude, my guy, WHAT THE FUCK?!

this is AO3, this is a fanwork archive that as far as i know was created (at least partially) due to the fact that ppl kept getting their “problematic” works taken down from other sites and the creators wanted to yk archive all fanworks. this is NOT a social media site where u can make callout posts abt how what someone else posted disturbed ur pure wholesome chaste scrolling by daring to uploaded something with *gasp* consensual sex between 2 consenting adults?! (or canonically 1 consenting adult and 1 consenting gonna-be-an-adult-in-a-few-months-but-isnt-much-younger-than-the-first-guy but u get the idea)

like guys, ao3 is not twitter. it is not tiktok, it is not tumblr, its not youtube, its not even wattpad. it is not a social media platform, it is a fanwork archive, specifically one that lets u post whatever kinda content u want (yes, even smthn depicting 2 consenting adult/almost adult participates that are in no way related having sex, ik its crazy what they allow online these days).

and look honestly the callout post wouldn’tve annoyed me this much if it was posted on yk an actual social media. like if it was posted on twitter or tiktok or on youtube as a video essay or even on here, like sure if i saw it id be annoyed that this fandom cant handle the tiniest bit of non-puritanicalism and fuck, maybe if it was on here id even drag myself into a pointless days-long argument that causes me suicidal levels of stress but on archive of our fucking own itself?! for the millionth time, IT IS NOT A SOCIAL MEDIA! u dont make posts like that that u want the rest of the fandom to read or whatever on there because its not that kinda website!

anyways yeah i hope i explained the situation ok, u might be able to check it out urself if u feel like it and yeah idk this whole thing just kinda felt like a wake-up call for me like yes i find incest and pedophilia disgusting OBVIOUSLY and i dont like ppl romanticising it in fiction but idk i’ve seen ppl talk abt toxic antis before and show screenshots of conversations where theyve acted super shitty but idk seeing this all unfold in person and having to argue with these hardcore antis just- i dont wanna be associated with these ppl, if these are what alotta antis r like i dont want anyone to assume i agree with them like at all, whether its other antis, proshippers, or ppl like me who have a super complicated opinion on it. like they harassed a person into taking down their smut and made call-out posts on ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN abt how they dont want their wholesome pure fandom corrupted by gross dirty irredeemable sex. and just yeah hope no mutuals i seriously care abt unmoot or even block me over this since ik a few of u r antis but yeah srry for this i just kinda seriously hate this fandom right now :)

also incase anyone is typing out a “kill yourself pedo” reply/rb rn; i turn 15 on Friday, i am 2+ years younger than ur innocent bb minor boy David and his definitely not already a legal adult boyfriend Exer so yk

#jackson’s diary #jacksons diary #ao3 #proshipping #dexer #fandom discourse #will probably regret making this post by tmrw morning but yk thats future me’s problem #again hopefully i explained this ok i’m pretty sure it was quite rambly

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sweetprfct · 11 months ago

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Is It Over Now?

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fake dating your flatmate, Joe, should be a simple thing. It meant you get to help get his ex back, and it meant you get to stop your parents' nagging about bringing someone home for once. But what happens when fake dating turns into something unexpected? Now, what?

Author's Note: Part 6! I'm finally caught up uploading the other parts, so here's a new new part. That also means I will be working on part 7 next week, so bare with me. I hope you enjoy this one! Comments are always welcome! :)

Disclaimer: 18+

Wordcount: 4.1K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

It has been raining lately.

It was like Mother Nature was trying to sync in with your mood with the weather. It had been two weeks since you had curled up on the wooden floors of your flat and cried over the fact that you were feeling like shit because of your little agreement with Joe. Two weeks since you had told yourself how pathetic you were to be acting like this. Two weeks since you have tried to tip-toed your way around the flat, hoping that you wouldn’t see him. Two weeks since you have kicked Isaac out of your flat and haven’t heard from him since.

Could you blame him? You literally gave him blue balls and kicked him out half naked out of your place.

What a great person you were, huh?

The only good thing that came out of that night was the fact that you found out Joe wasn’t even home at all, and he spent the night god knows where. So, he didn’t hear nor witnessed all of that happening. Not that it still wasn’t embarrassing but knowing the fact that he wasn’t there sort made you feel relieved. Now, you were sitting by the window of Abby and Sara’s place on a Saturday morning, hoping after making so many shitty decisions lately that you could at least support your friends with their adoption. After all, this was very important to them, and you wanted to be there and give them all the support that they deserved.

You watched as Sara paced back and forth in front of you, while you both waited for Abby to finish getting ready. Sara had taken the week off, and Abby just came back from work. They both had been waiting for this day to come, and it was finally here. You reached your hand towards Sara, your brows furrowing.

“Sara.” You called out, but she was too busy being in her own world. “Sara.”

Sara finally stopped in her tracks and turned her attention towards you, her fingers playing nervously.

“Hm?”

“Take a deep breath.” You walked towards her, taking her hands in yours. “It’s going to be fine, I promise.”

You caressed the back of her hand softly with your thumbs. It was these moments where you were actually affectionate with your best friend. It happens rarely, but you knew how much Sara valued being affectionate. It was her love language and even if your love language wasn’t being affectionate, you wanted to comfort your best friend. You wanted to make sure she was okay and reassure her that everything was fine because she looked like she was about to burst into tears any second now.

“Hey,” Abby walked out of their room, her arm immediately went around Sara. “Are you having a panic attack about this again?”

“No,” Sara shook her head. “No, I’m just… I’m just nervous.”

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. You already saw how she’s so attached to you.” Abby smiled, cupping Sara’s face with her hands and giving her a quick peck on the lips. “C’mon. Let’s go, so we can finally take her home.”

Sara nodded, giving Abby a small smile before looking over her shoulder, reaching for your hand.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, taking her hand in yours. “Let’s go.”

Grabbing the small pink umbrella for Elena, you followed Abby and Sara out of their building and into the rain outside. You sat at the backseat and looked out the window, staring at the empty car seat that was next to you. You heard a lot about Elena ever since Sara and Abby met with her, and they mentioned how much she already loved them so much, which you weren’t surprised about because who couldn’t love Abby and Sara? They were literally the definition of love and sunshine if anyone would ask you to describe them.

“Is she excited?” You asked them on the way there.

“Very.” Abby smiled, looking at you through the rearview mirror. “I’m afraid she’s more attached to Sara though.”

Sara shook her head, squeezing Abby’s hand softly. “Yeah, but she loves to sleep in your arms all the time.”

You smiled at your two best friends, “Well, I’m excited to meet her.”

“You’ll love her.” Sara looked over her shoulder, giving you a warm smile.

You weren’t exactly good with children. You remembered back then, you were always so awkward whenever you were around your younger cousins, and you never knew what to do when it came to your nieces and nephews also. You were always distant when it came to people all your life, let alone a kid. You never knew what to do or say to them.

Arriving at the orphanage, the three of you were immediately greeted by one of the workers that have been working with Abby and Sara with their adoption. Your eyes studied the surroundings and found a few children playing outside in the rain. You couldn’t resist but smile as you watched them play in the playground or play football on the grass. You couldn’t imagine what they have gone through in their life at such a young age, and you wondered what each of their stories were. Meanwhile, you were here complaining about your own mother sometimes. Sure, she could be such a pain in the ass, but she and your father had always put a roof over your head and took care of you. These children went through a more shitty situation, and they were still so happy. You could tell that the workers in this place took care of them well and gave them the love and care they deserve, but you wondered if that was ever enough. You wondered if they ever were curious about what happened with their real parents. As you continued to watch them, you felt your heart swell for them.

Your mother may be a pain in your ass, but you felt grateful for a moment that you didn’t have to go through such a shitty and rough situation like some of these children. Thinking about Elena, you wondered when she grows up, will she want to know the real story of what happened with her parents?

Following Abby and Sara inside, one of the workers offered you a tour to the place, while Abby and Sara finished everything they needed to finish in the office. You followed the other worker as she toured you around the place, showing you the rooms the children would eat in, the rooms they would sleep in, and rooms where they would go to school. They offered education for them, and they would also give them responsibilities to the older children by doing some chores around the building.

Then, she stopped in front of a glass window at one of the playrooms. There were two little girls and a boy all about the same age, playing.

“That one is Elena.” The lady pointed at the little girl with straight brunette hair, playing with some toy blocks in the corner.

Your eyes widened, glancing at the lady before your eyes shifted back at Elena. She was in her own little world as she sat on the floor and played with the toys but then when she gazed up, you saw how much her eyes looked a lot like Sara’s.

“Is she in there?” Abby interrupted.

You turned towards the hall and saw Abby and Sara, holding hands and having excited smiles on their faces. You nodded your head as they walked towards you and looked through the glass window.

“Her eyes are the same color as yours, Sara.” You said.

“That’s what I said!” Abby exclaimed, making you and Sara laugh. “I knew she was meant for us the moment I realized that.”

The three of you watched Elena play inside the room until she had gazed up and her eyes caught Abby and Sara’s. Immediately, you saw how the little girl’s face lit up in excitement. Sara was right. Elena already has a great personality at two years old. It was almost like she could already understand everything around her at such a young age.

“Everything is all set.” The lady told Abby and Sara. “I’ll go get her things from her room and whenever you guys are ready, you could take her home.”

You watched Abby and Sara exchange looks, both of their eyes welling up in tears of happiness, thanking the woman for all her help with the process. You squeezed Sara’s forearm lightly as she pulled you into a tight embrace, making you chuckle softly.

“Congratulations.” You whispered, your arms wrapping her around her as she buried her face on your shoulder.

“Hey, look.” Abby laughed softly as she watched Elena walk towards the door, her arms reaching for them already.

The lady opened the door and let the three of you in as Abby and Sara greeted her in excitement. Abby and Sara knelt down at Elena’s height as she wrapped her small arms around Abby’s neck, while Sara caressed her back gently.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Abby smiled. “Are you ready to go home?”

“Home!” Elena smiled, turning her attention to Sara and hugged her also.

You slid your phone out from your back pocket and took a candid photo of them, hoping to freeze this cherished moment between them. It was their first photo as a family, and you were glad that you were able to witness it. Elena’s eyes suddenly shifted towards you as Abby and Sara smiled, following Elena’s gaze towards you. Suddenly, you felt like the attention was on you, and you felt uncomfortable over it.

“Elena, this is your Auntie.” Abby introduced you to her.

You smiled, kneeling down in front of her and gave her a small wave. “Hello.”

Elena immediately wrapped her tiny arms around your neck, making you stumble back a bit. For a second, you didn’t know what to do nor say to her. The fact that this little girl that you just met was giving you the tightest hug was something you didn’t know could make you feel warm on the inside. You could practically feel Elena’s warmth and happiness radiating through her as you smiled slightly, wrapping your arms around her tiny body. Something switched inside of you as soon as you took her in your embrace. It was almost like you didn’t know you could love someone you just met this much. Like you would do anything for her. Elena rested her head on your shoulder as you picked her up in your arms.

“Looks like she found a new favorite.” Sara teased Abby.

Abby chuckled softly, intertwining her fingers with Sara as the woman came back with Elena’s backpack and her things. Sara took her things from her, thanking the woman again as they both turned to Elena, who you were holding in your arms.

“Ready to go home?” Sara asked, rubbing her back softly.

“Here.” You smiled, handing Elena to Sara, but she only tightened her grip even more around your neck.

“Told you.” Sara nudged Abby, making them both laugh.

“Okay, I guess I’m holding her.” You laughed softly, handing Elena her small umbrella that you brought for her. “Here, do you want to hold that for us, so we don’t get wet?”

Walking out of the building, Abby and Sara thanked the workers again for all their help for the process as you set Elena in her car seat in the backseat of the car. You watched as she yawned softly, making you smile, brushing her hair softly before going around the car to slide next to her.

“I think she’s tired.” You said as soon as Abby and Sara entered the car.

Sara smiled, looking over her shoulder, reaching for Elena as she yawned softly again.

“It’s okay. Go to sleep.” Sara cooed.

You smiled at Elena, who closed her eyes before your eyes shifted back to the children that were playing outside. You told yourself to stop grumbling over your little problem with Joe that you could easily solve and that there were more real problems out there in the world. As Abby drove away, your eyes never left the children until they were out of sight, hoping that maybe one day they could also find a family that could make them happy and give them all the love they deserve in the world. Parents that could actually treat them right and love them so deep.

Arriving back at Abby and Sara’s place, you helped Sara with Elena’s things as she carried a sleeping Elena in her arms. She went straight to Elena’s room and put her to bed as you and Abby leaned against the doorway, watching Sara take care of her new daughter.

“She’s gonna be really good at this.” You whispered.

“Yeah, I know.” Abby smiled at you.

“And so will you.” You squeezed her forearm softly, walking back to the living room.

You grabbed the gift bag that you had brought earlier this morning and handed it to Abby.

“What’s this?” Abby asked, taking the small gift bag from you.

“It’s just a little welcome gift for Elena.”

Abby opened up the bag and slid out a small plushie of a gray otter, making her smile and pull you into a hug.

“Thank you… for everything.” Abby whispered.

You gave her a tight lipped smile, rubbing her back softly before pulling away from her arms.

“I should go. I want to let you guys have your first night with Elena alone together.”

Sara walked out of the room, closing the door behind her quietly.

“You’re leaving already?” Sara asked.

You nodded your head, letting out a sharp breath. “I gotta um… I gotta do something.”

Abby and Sara exchanged looks before Sara tilted her head at you and said, “Please don’t tell me you’re going out with Joe again.”

“No, no.” You shook your head, sliding on your coat and grabbing your purse. “I’m finishing it.”

The two women let out a breath of relief as they nodded and said, “Good luck.”

“Thanks.” You gave them one last smile before walking out the door.

Sitting inside the tube later that night, the thought of having to cook dinner tonight was making you feel lazy. Then, the thought of having to face Joe once you get home made you start to lose your appetite. Even if the decision of having to finally end this agreement with Joe was making you sick to your stomach, you couldn’t help but feel overjoyed for your best friends. At least one good thing has been coming out of your life lately. They deserved nothing but happiness.

The minute you entered your flat, Joe quickly stuck his head out of his bedroom door to see if he heard it right that the front door had opened. You kicked your shoes off your feet and flopped yourself on the sofa, letting out a sigh.

“Hey,” Joe greeted you, walking from down the hall. “Where have you been?”

The tone of his voice and the upset look on his face took you aback because why did he sound so irritated that he didn’t know where you were? Like he had been waiting for you all night? Why did he care where you have been when he didn’t have plans for the both of you tonight anyway? He wasn’t your boyfriend, and he had your number if he truly needed you.

“I was helping out Abby and Sara with their adoption.” You ran your fingers through your hair.

“Is that all?” He set both of his hands on his hips.

Excuse me? Was he being fucking serious?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You got up from the sofa.

You weren’t exactly in the mood to deal with the sudden mood swings that Joe was having.

“Did you bring home a man a couple weeks ago?” He asked.

How the fuck did he knew about that?

First of all, whoever you brought back to your flat wasn’t any of his business because you didn’t cross his boundaries or judged him whenever he did the same thing. This wasn’t new to the both of you. Second of all, how the fuck did he even knew about Isaac? He wasn’t home that night. Did he fucking set up a camera in the flat or something? And third, dating someone else wasn’t part of your agreement. He never mentioned that you couldn’t do that. After all, you and Joe were just acting. You both were just pretending, so why was he suddenly standing in front of you looking like a jealous boyfriend?

“Yes, I did. What’s the problem?” You snapped at him.

Joe took out his phone from his back pocket and showed you a picture of you and Isaac at the pub that night. Your hand was on Isaac’s arm, and you had that flirty smile on your face.

Fuck.

“Do you know that people are calling you names?” Joe raised his brow.

A slut. Yeah, you got it.

There was no surprise there because you already knew that. You already knew what people would think if they saw you with Isaac, while you were also with Joe. However, you didn’t understand why Joe would care so much anyway. This whole plan worked with Ivy. It was time to put a stop to it. So, the news with you and Isaac shouldn’t be too much of a problem. In fact, Ivy was probably already celebrating this.

“Now, people think we’re just some stupid PR.” Joe added, all pissed off.

It might as well be, right? Wasn’t a PR relationship fake too anyway?

You shrugged and said, “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t know people were taking pictures of me now.”

“You should have told me. I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.”

You let out a scoff as you shook your head in disbelief. Was he really saying this to you right now? The man who was able to do whatever the fuck he wanted at the pubs, while you sat there feeling like shit and enduring all the stupid shit Ivy’s friends would whisper about you, and he was now worried about what people were going to say?

He should have been worried about this a long time ago when he decided to stick his tongue down Ivy’s throat, while you sat there alone and pretending like you didn’t know anything as his “girlfriend.”

You were frustrated.

No, you were furious.

“You don’t control my personal life, Joe.” You replied, trying your best to stop your voice from shaking in anger.

“Then, you should have been discreet, or you shouldn’t have gone out with strangers, especially when people know that we’re supposedly dating.”

Joe had gone mad.

No, he was worse than that. He had just stepped into your own boundaries, and he couldn’t even see the line anymore, and you were angry. You were furious, and you just wanted to slap him with the truth that even the woman that he wanted didn’t even want him anymore, and she only wanted his attention.

“That’s not fair, Joe!” You exclaimed in frustration. “You’re allowed to go out there and make out with Ivy in front of everyone, while I can’t even go out and meet someone at a pub?!”

“I haven’t done that in a long time.” Joe argued back.

You let out another scoff, shaking your head. He was unbelievable.

“Tell me, Joe. Weren’t you just at her place that same night Isaac came over?”

Joe stared at you, his eyes blinking as he hesitated to answer your question, but his silence was loud enough. He didn’t have to answer your question because you were right. He spent the night with Ivy, and he had the audacity to judge you for bringing someone back to the flat.

“Yes, I was, but I didn’t stay over at her flat.” He admitted. “I was at my friend’s house that night. We got drunk and so, I spent the night over.”

“That doesn’t matter, Joe. You still went to her flat before that.” You exhaled a sharp breath, trying to calm yourself down before you finally said, “Maybe it’s time to finish this.”

Joe’s eyes widened, taking a step forward towards you. “What?”

You shrugged and paced in front of him for a minute. “I don’t know, Joe. It seems like the plan worked. You already have Ivy back. That was the plan, remember? Just until you get her back, right?”

“Yes, that’s the plan and it’s not over yet.”

You sighed in frustration. You glared at Joe with your eyes full of storms, and you didn’t know how long until you could finally lose your patience because he wasn’t making this any easier on you at all. You were done with all of this. You wanted to go back to your normal life and stop pretending that you were with Joe because it was starting to affect you mentally.

“So, when is it over, Joe? When you fuck her here in the sofa?” Your voice had gone up again, and you could feel your heart beat faster.

“You’re just backing out because you’re scared.” Joe argued.

Scared?

You were scared?

Was he sure about that? Or was it him that was scared because he knew the minute this whole thing was over, he would realize that Ivy didn’t want him anymore. That all of the effort he made would end up in nothing because at the end of the day, no matter what Joe did, he would never get Ivy back anymore. You were the one who would be collateral damage at the end.

“What am I supposed to be scared of, Joe?”

Silence.

He knew you were right. He knew that he was just making up excuses at this time because honestly, he didn’t want to end it like this. You stared at him, eyes blinking as you waited for him to answer your question, but he was frozen. Joe couldn’t find an answer.

“Maybe you are the one who’s scared that the moment I leave, Ivy wouldn’t want you again. That you are the one who’s obsessed with the girl who doesn’t want you anymore.” You added.

That stung.

You finally slapped the truth in his face, and you honestly didn’t regret it because Joe had to eventually face the truth.

You were right. Your words stabbed right through Joe’s heart because even if he couldn’t face the truth, hearing it was worse. You were right that Ivy never wanted him anymore since she broke it off of him. You were right that he was obsessed with getting Ivy’s attention because he liked the game that he and Ivy played, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Not for a long time now. He just couldn’t admit all of this to himself.

“And you’re scared to be close with someone that cares about you.” Joe barked back.

A soft gasp escaped your lips, his chocolate button eyes piercing right at yours as silence surrounded the both of you. This time, you were speechless. You didn’t realize that Joe had noticed those things about you. There was a reason why you kept people away. Always kept them at an arm's length. Look at you and Joe, you were fake dating, and you both still ended up in a fight just like your parents did all the time. Imagine if this was a real relationship.

You looked away from him and let out a deep breath, this time your voice was almost a whisper.

“You already have Ivy, and you don’t need me anymore.” Your eyes shifted back at him again and added, “It makes me feel like I’m an idiot in front of everyone every time you’re out there with her and I sit by the bar alone acting like I don’t know that my “boyfriend” is kissing someone else out in a dark alley.”

“I…” Joe shook his head. “I haven’t left your side in weeks in all of those events.”

“It doesn’t matter. It still made me feel like shit when you did!”

Joe pursed his lips, his eyes suddenly were full of guilt. He didn’t realize how much this affected you. He didn’t realize it made you feel this way when he was being such an idiot with Ivy. This was the last thing he wanted to make you feel. He now was realizing that he was so caught up with Ivy that he didn’t even realize he was hurting you too.

“I…” Joe took a step forward, reaching for your hand, but you were quick to take a step back.

“I’m done, Joe.” You murmured. “I hope you and Ivy will work it out this time.”

Before Joe could stop you, you already had walked away from him. Joe stood there, unable to move nor unsure what to do with the situation now. The moment he heard your bedroom door closed, he let out a deep sigh, running his palms down his face.

What fucking mess did he created?

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ravenclaw-writes · 1 year ago

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Shared Walls

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Description:

Remus tried to sleep. He really did. He kept his eyes closed, he tried to go through the alphabet and think of he longest word that started and ended with the same letter, a trick that his mother taught him. Nothing worked. He wasn't sure how long it had been, how many times he had heard "more" and "please" and "faster". He adjusted himself again, and bumped into Sirius. He bumped into more Sirius than he was expecting. Remus froze.

"Are you ... hard?" Remus didn't need Sirius to answer verbally. The question was rhetorical. He could feel the answer.

James and Lily were being too loud. Sirius decided to switch to Remus' room.

Word Count: 2,783

Original Publish Date: 2021-07-10

A/N: Hi! Fic 3 from my AO3-to-tumblr transfer. Hope you like! Feel free to check out my other stuff either on here as I start to upload or on my AO3 where they already live :)

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It was late. Or early. Remus didn’t care to check the time. All he knew was that he would much rather be sleeping. Surely after seven years of sharing a living space with someone you’d think that he would be numb to this sort of thing. But here he was, lying on a bed in the Potter’s spare room listening to James and Lily go at it.

He couldn’t blame them really. It was the beginning of August and they hadn’t seen each other since they left Hogwarts. Really left Hogwarts in fact. Remus didn’t let himself think about how he would probably never return to the castle halls. If he did it wouldn’t be the same anyway.

James’ parents were on holiday for the week so James decided to invite the Marauders over to spend the week (not that his parents would have minded, they adored each and every one of them). Sirius was already living there full-time, Peter was on holiday with his family, and Lily was finally, finally back from visiting her grandparents. So it ended up being James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily. Not that Remus minded. He would have otherwise been sharing a room with Peter and he had had enough of hearing his snores to last a lifetime. It got to the point where James would secretly place a silencing charm around Peter’s bed the nights before early morning Quidditch practices.

So he couldn’t exactly blame James and Lily for wanting to make up for the lost time. But did they have to be so fucking loud? They were 18, they knew how to use silencing charms. James knew he was sharing a house with other people. That his room was sandwiched between Sirirus’ and the spare. Maybe this was why the Marauders called Remus a prude. He was a fan of sex, a big fan actually, but it seemed that having the opinion that one’s sex life should remain between those involved made him a prude.

Remus rolled over, pressing his face into his pillow. He was cursing James for being able to last this long but also a little proud of his improvements. Remus groaned. Now he wished that he was sharing a room with Peter. Maybe his snores would drown out the sounds from the other side of the wall.

The door to the spare room creaked open. Remus quickly turned his head to face the door. He could see a sliver of wand light making its way into the room and a mess of curly hair. “Moony? Are you awake?” Sirius.

His question was punctuated by a rather loud moan. Remus was severely uncomfortable. Lily was basically his sister, James his brother. It was like listening to his - Remus stopped himself from completing that thought. He did not need to be making the situation worse.

Sirius stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “I’m not even going to let you answer that, I know for a fact that no one is sleeping through that.” He made his way over to the bed and sat down, pushing Remus to the far side of the bed.

Remus turned onto his side. “What are you doing here?” He tried to shield his eyes from the light emanating from Sirius’ wand.

“Shit, sorry, Nox.” The light went out. “I can’t sleep.”

Remus snorted. “And that’s my problem, because … ?”

Sirius spread himself out on the mattress. “My bed is against the same wall.” Remus didn’t see the issue. So was his. Sirius turned to face Remus. “Like, we share a wall. My bed, wall, his bed.” Ah. Remus could hear James’ bed bang against the wall every so often. He could only imagine how much worse it would be to be right there.

“So you’ve come to my room.”

“So I’ve come to your room.” With the little light that was escaping through the gaps in the curtains, Remus could make out Sirius’ grin.

“Hate to tell you, but it’s not much better over here.”

“It’s better than over there, believe me.” Remus did.

Sirius closed his eyes, and sighed, exhaling through his nose right into Remus’ face. Remus rolled over to face the other way and felt Sirius get under the covers with him.

Remus closed his eyes, willing himself to fall asleep. He hadn’t shared a bed with Sirius in years. He hadn’t shared a bed with anyone in years actually. It was weird. He could feel the presence of another body, the dip of the mattress. He could hear Sirius breathing. He could hear Lily and James. Remus groaned and tried to get more comfortable.

“Stop moving,” Sirius groaned.

“You’re in my bed, I’ll move if I want to move,” Remus quipped.

“Fiesty.”

“Shut up.”

Remus tried to sleep. He really did. He kept his eyes closed, he tried to go through the alphabet and think of the longest word that started and ended with the same letter, a trick that his mother taught him. Nothing worked. He wasn’t sure how long it had been, how many times he had heard “more” and “please” and “faster”. He adjusted himself again, and bumped into Sirius. He bumped into more Sirius than he was expecting. Remus froze.

“Are you … hard?”

Remus didn’t need Sirius to answer verbally. The question was rhetorical. He could feel the answer.

In fact, Sirius didn’t answer. Remus didn’t know what to do. Neither of them moved. Remus would be lying if he hadn’t thought about being in a situation like this with Sirius (minus his two other friends fucking in the background). He had stopped thinking about it when Sirius had started making plans about them living together after Hogwarts. He could not act on his feelings and have shit hit the fan leaving him with nowhere to live in the fall. He also couldn’t continue to sit on his feelings and be the loser who thirsted over his flatmate. He was already the loser who thirsted over his best friend.

But now. Now. Now.

Was Sirius hard because of hearing James and Lily? If Remus could separate the noises from who they came from then … it sort of was a little hot. And if he let James and Lily’s names slip in … it felt, sexy? Remus’ dick twitched.

Remus wanted to test the waters. Maybe Sirius was sleeping. That would make more sense. And also make Remus feel weird for getting turned on by this situation. Somehow Sirius also being turned on made it ok. Alright. He was going to do this.

Trying to make it seem as nonchalant as possible, as if he was simply readjusting his position on the bed, Remus moved his ass over the bulge in Sirius’ pyjamas. He was met with a quick, sharp, inhale. Remus did it again. This time it was the sound of a small moan, caught in the back of a throat. Remus paused for thought. And did it again.

This time, Sirius’ hand reached out and gripped tightly onto Remus’ hip. He could feel Sirius’ nails digging into his skin. “Remus,” Sirius said through his teeth. Remus moved his body closer, his back flush again Sirius’ chest.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Just trying to get comfortable.” Remus demonstrated, grinding his ass into Sirius. Sirius’ grip tightened, Remus could hear the hitch in his breath. “Something wrong?” Remus was fully hard now. He peeled Sirius’ hand off and rolled over so they were face to face.

Remus pressed himself into Sirius, felt his clothed cock press over Sirius’. Sirius squeezed his eyes shut.

“Seems like someone got a little turned on listening to our friends, hm?” Remus teased, repeating his previous motion.

“Fuck off,” Sirius breathed.

“Ok, I’ll stop.” Remus stopped moving and was about to put some distance between them when Sirius reached out and gripped Remus’ waist.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Remus smirked and pressed himself closer to Sirius. They were touching everywhere but their heads. That was the one place Remus was unsure of. Sirius could be horny as hell but that didn’t mean he wanted to kiss Remus. He could work with that though.

Remus lifted his head off the pillow and brought his lips to Sirius’ ear. “Turn over.”

Sirius didn’t hesitate. In an instant, he was facing the other way and now it was Remus’ turn to hold him by the waist. Remus pulled him closer, pressed Sirius’ ass against his dick. He moaned at the pressure.

He could still hear James and Lily, it felt as if they were getting louder. Remus leaned his head into Sirius’ neck and began kissing it, moving up, and lightly bit on his earlobe. Sirius moaned, a real one this time. Remus reached his hand further and let it land on Sirius’ stomach. He slowly moved it lower, and slipped under Sirius’ waistband. He slid his hand over to the side, avoiding the head of Sirius’ upturned dick. Slowly, he ran his fingers over the base. Sirius hissed, breathing out a fuck. Remus lightly trailed his fingers up.

“Please,” Sirius begged as a voice in the other room screamed the same word.

Remus wrapped his hand around Sirius and began stroking. Sirius was big. He pulled his hand out of Sirius’ pyjamas and Sirius whined at the loss of contact. Remus loved the sound. He hooked a finger around Sirius’ waistband and began pulling. Sirius got the message and lifted his body off the mattress so Remus could pull the bottoms off. It was hard, having only one hand available, but eventually, they got to Sirius’ mid-thigh, exposing both his dick, and his ass. Remus lifted his hand closer to Sirius’ mouth. “Spit,” he commanded, directly into Sirius’ ear. Sirius did as he was told and spit into Remus’ hand.

“Good boy.” Remus praised, bringing his hand back to Sirius’ dick. With Sirius’ spit slicking up his own dick, Remus began stroking at a faster pace than before.

“Fuck, Moons.” Sirius moaned, pressing his ass into Remus. Remus groaned. Keeping one hand around Sirius, Remus used his other one to shimmy out of his own pyjama bottoms. It was a little awkward, and unlike Sirius, he was wearing underwear as well. Eventually, they were both at his ankles and he kicked them off, losing them in the sheets.

Returning to the task at hand, Remus pressed his now naked bottom half against Sirius. They both moaned as Remus’ dick pressed between Sirius’ cheeks. Remus began thrusting, grinding his dick against Sirius as he continued to move his hand around Sirius’ cock.

The sounds from the other room were beginning to lose their rhythm, there was more urgency. Sirius moaned. “Please, I need you.”

Remus tightened his grip around Sirius. “I don’t have any - I didn’t bring -”

Sirius cut him off “I know a spell,” He pushed himself out of Remus’ grip and searched for his wand on the bedside table. He muttered something under his breath and moaned. He returned to his position, back pressed against Remus. He reached behind him and took Remus’ hand, guiding it to his hole.

Hesitantly, Remus pressed a finger against Sirius and slowly eased in. To his surprise, it slid in. Whatever that spell was, Remus was glad that he didn’t have to curse himself for not bringing lube.

“Naughty, naughty.” Remus teased, pressing more of his finger in. Sirius moaned. “Who taught you that spell, hm? Or did you look it up yourself?” He spoke into Sirius’ ear. Sirius didn’t answer. Remus slowly started thrusting his finger. “You did, didn’t you?” He kept going. “Oh Pads, what am I to do with you?”

This time Sirius answered. “Anything.”

Remus tutted, “You have to be more specific, come on,” He added a second finger.

“Everything,” Sirius moaned.

Remus started scissoring his fingers, kissing along Sirius’ neck. “You really are a naughty boy, aren’t you? Letting me finger you while we listen to our friends fucking.”

Sirius groaned in response. Remus could tell he was getting impatient. He pulled his fingers out of Sirius and gripped his own dick. He gave it a few strokes. He was a little worried about going in dry, but he could tell from his fingers that Sirius’ insides were anything but.

He pressed the tip against Sirius’ hole. Teasing him just a little longer. The sounds from James’ room were definitely getting louder. Remus was surprised they were still going, but no longer complaining.

Remus pressed into Sirius and was met with warm, wet, heat. They both moaned at the feeling. Remus pressed himself all the way in. “Fuck, you’re huge,” Sirius moaned. Remus reached his hand around and wrapped it around Sirius. He ran his fingers up to the head and was met with a surprising amount of precum.

“Fuck,” Remus moaned, stroking Sirius, using the precum as lube. Remus slightly pulled out of Sirius and eased himself back in. He started to pick up the pace, matching his thrusts with his hand.

Sirius began chanting a slur of curses, filling in the gaps from their friends on the other side of the wall. Could they hear them? Were they getting off on hearing Remus and Sirius just as they were them? Fuck. Remus found that he actually enjoyed the thought. He let go of Sirius’ dick and grabbed his hip, turning him so he was chest first on the mattress. His head to the side, flushed cheeks highlighted by the light from the window.

With a leg on either side of Sirius, Remus began thrusting, finding that this position gave him more momentum. Sirius noticed it too. “Fuck, Remus!” He all but screamed. James and Lily heard that one for sure, but there wasn’t a pause.

Remus started moving faster, Sirius was loud. Remus loved it. He loved knowing that he was the one causing those sinful sounds to drip out of Sirius’ mouth.

Sirius reached out behind him, searching for Remus’ hand. Once found, he brought up to where his hair lay spread across the pillow. Remus understood immediately, grabbing a fistful. Sirius moaned and Remus pulled harder, causing Sirius’ head to lift from the pillow.

On the other side of their shared wall, Remus could hear the chanting of don’t stop and began picking up his own pace. With his free hand, he grabbed Sirius’ waist and pulled him up so he was on his hands and knees. Remus didn’t let go of Sirius’ waist or his hair. He started thrusting faster, harder. Sirius’ dick bounced with every thrust, still leaking.

“Touch me, please, fuck,” Sirius begged between moans. Remus obeyed and reached around and under Sirius and wrapped a hand around him.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Remus and James.

“Don’t fucking stop,” Sirius and Lily.

Remus started thrusting harder. “Fuck, right there, yes, yes, yes,” Sirius moaned.

Remus let go of Sirius’ hair and his head fell forward. Remus could feel himself getting close. “Fuck, I’m going to cum, please let me cum, please, please,” Sirius started begging. Remus didn’t remember telling Sirius to wait until he was told to cum but fuck if it wasn’t hot. Remus was about to tell Sirius yes when he got an idea.

“Wait until they do. So they can hear it.”

Sirius let his arms go limp and he faceplanted into the pillow. Face down, ass up. “Hnngg.”

Remus smirked, pounding harder into Sirius’ prostate.

And then, with a loud moan, a curse, and a final bang of the headboard against the wall, the sounds came to an end. That was all he needed.

Remus sped up his hand. “You can cum now.”

Sirius let go with a mix of swears in both English and French, coating the sheets of the Potter’s guest room with his cum. The feeling of Sirius clenching around him is what tipped Remus over the edge and he came deep, and hard inside Sirius.

Remus caught his breath and slowly pulled out. Sirius winced at the feeling before extending his legs and letting them flop on the mattress, utterly spent. Remus grabbed Sirius’ wand and quickly cleaned up the mess, knowing Sirius would probably not like to fall asleep sticky with both of their cum.

Remus let himself fall into the mattress beside Sirius.

“Maybe I should sneak in here more often if that’s what’s waiting for me,” Sirius chuckled.

Remus snorted. “You say that now.”

Sirius opened his eyes in confusion.

“You seem to have forgotten that the four of us will be eating breakfast together in the morning.”

There was a pause.

“… I did forget about that part.”

Remus laughed again and closed his eyes. Finally, silence.

#marauders #marauders era #the marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #remus x sirius #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar smut #harry potter

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megumishousewife · 1 year ago

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Megumi x Chubby! Gamer Reader

A/N: I have been gone for a MINUTE so imma try and make this lil story the best I can because I’m really doing this because I had an idea one night. Annndddd even though this is more oriented to plus size girls, I want everyone to enjoy this piece. ANYWAYS…

For today’s stream, your chat decided to play a little bit of Resident Evil 4 since it was a new game popping off at the time. You’re a big horror fan so this makes this even better, but you were a little late to the party, seeing that other youtubers and streamers had already beaten you to the punch. You told your fans that even if they have probably seen other people play the game before you, all that matters is that they are getting the uncut Y/N version so they are in for a good one.

“Just letting you guys know that we are donating to a charity that helps families in need of major necessities so please donate and help the cause. If we do raise past the goal today, I might let you guys pick your rewards. Maybe a 24 hour stream or another vlog, but it’s up to you guys,” you said with a smile.

You watched as your chat was lit up with multiple comments and you just laughed at the excitement of your fans. Even though you probably pull in 10k a stream, you want to make all ten thousands of your fans happy. Also on your youtube channel, Y/N Games, you have already reached 1 million subscribers, which you told everyone was a big milestone. Continuing on, you played RE4 for a good three hours with nothing but a few deaths, multiple donations, giggles, and you simping over Leon because who wouldn’t.

You said, “Y’all, if I was in the zombie apocalypse and I had to have one of my crushes save me...you guys already know who he is.”

Your fans already know how much you gush over the streamer,Megumi Fushiguro, aka Megs. You always found his stoic attitude very sexy and the jokes he made were very similar to yours. You could probably go on for hours talking about this man since you found him way before you even considered doing content. He has probably around an average of 25k viewers and 5 million subscribers on Youtube. You always talk about how you see him at conventions and never speak to him because you were scared of what he would think of you. For some reason, your stream was blowing up the chat about him and that he’s live right now with his best friends, Nobara and Yuji, who are also content creators.

You laughed, “Guys, I will react to their stream tomorrow, butttt I see that we have reached our goal of donations! Thank you guys so much and we can actually take these last few minutes to discuss what you guys want for your reward.”

After looking at the comments for 5 minutes, you have narrowed down to 3 options.

“You guys really want me to come out of my comfort zone with these,” you said with a nervous laugh, “Option One: collab with fav youtuber or streamer. Two, ask out my fav youtuber or streamer. Or three, prank calling my streamer friends. This decision isn’t up to me, so I will put a poll on my twitter so you guys can take a vote on what we should do. It will be open for 24 hours so you guys can pop in anytime to vote. Thank you so much, I love you guys and good nigghtttt!”

You clicked off the “end stream” button and you felt your heart pounding out of your chest. The first two options were already embarrassing because how in the hell were you going to get in contact with Megumi. And knowing your fans, they were not going to do the last one because it’s too easy. Sighing, you got up to take a shower and flopped on your big bed. Just for background noise, you turned on another plus sized youtuber that you always watched do a random storytime while you got to work. The fastest thing to do was to upload the VOD of tonight's stream that one of your mods saved to your youtube channel. since you stream Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; you didn’t want your youtuber watchers to miss out on your newest gameplay. Next, you went to Twitter and uploaded the poll, feeling a small pit in your stomach. You also saw that you were tagged in a video of Nobara, Megumi, and Yuji rating Youtubers and streamers. You pressed play and saw what was about to unfold.

Nobara said, “Next one is plus sized youtuber and streamer, Y/N games!”

You could feel your face flush up instantly. What. The. Fuck. They are rating you out of all people and the only thing you can do is brace yourself for what to come because when it comes down to being a plus sized content creator, or just being plus sized in general, you have to be thick skinned and not let the hate get to you. But, the friend group actually took you by surprise.

“Not gonna lie, she kinda bad! Megumi, you’re silent. The fans need your feedback,” Yuji said, nugging his best friend.

Megumi looked as if he’s even embarrassed to say anything but he managed to get a few words out as his face reddened.

“She’s pretty,” Megumi said, keeping his response short.

Nobara and Yuji laughed as the chat was blowing up saying he might have a crush, but you rolled your eyes and logged out of Twitter for the night to go to sleep. Even though your body felt tired from the day’s work of streaming, editing, and sending emails, you couldn’t take your mind off of Megs’ face when he called you pretty.

“Maybe I’m just in over my head,” you thought to yourself.

After trying to let the thought pass as best as possible, you allowed yourself to drift into a deep sleep.

Don’t jump me! I know this is a little short but I think I’m going to post them in sections because chile, I’m acting like I haven’t typed in forever. But I hoped yall enjoyed it!!!

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi x chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk megumi #jjk

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piedpiperart · 2 years ago

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Phantom of Gotham 22

Chapter 21

The three (and a half) of them managed to get to Jason’s apartment without any issues. Since Tim had hacked the GIW systems, he’d come across an invention that allowed them to track ghostly energy. He figured that was how they’d caught Phantom in the first place. On their way out of the facility, Tim downloaded their files and uploaded a virus that would destroy all of their systems and anything connected to it. He hoped that would keep them from being able to track Phantom but they figured it was a necessary precaution to keep him away from the batcave or the manor for now.

As for Jason, he was able to coax Phantom out of the car and up to his apartment. He worried about being seen by neighbors, but not a lot of people were out. Tim and his blob friend made it to the apartment first, able to open the door for Jason, who was now half-carrying the ghost after his flight stopped working on the way.

Phantom chirped, following the blob’s movements with wide eyes as the little green thing floated around Tim like a jellyfish. Jason smiled in amusement when he caught the little guy bumping into Tim accidentally when he moved too fast and bounced off harmlessly before slowly floating back. Tim looked apologetic every time it happened, but the blob kept doing it, so he seemed to accept it.

“So what’s on the agenda?”Jason called from the couch. He was stripping off his gear while trying to keep Phantom from floating too far away. The ghost seemed keen on exploring, and was currently half-phased through the couch while he examined the empty mug and succulent on the coffee table.

“For now? Looking after Phantom and RB,”Tim said while stripping out of his uniform and pulling on some of Jason’s old sweats and a Wonder Woman t-shirt. “The rest of the team is busy with Scarecrow and Riddler, but they said they could handle it while we got Phantom settled. We don’t know what side effects the collar will have on him, but once we’re sure they can’t track us we can get him to the cave for a checkup.”

“Hold on, Arby?” Jason raised an eyebrow, causing Tim to startle. Jason squinted at Tim’s embarrassed look as the kid started up the coffee machine.

“Uh, the blob?” Tim offered sheepishly, gesturing to the little guy, who had settled itself into a round cushion atop Tim’s head. Like a Beret, Jason thought absently. “I named him Red Blobin. RB for short. Or just Blobin.”

Jason gave Tim a look that managed to get across all his feelings about the name to Tim, who shrugged. “I found them, I think I should get to name them. Besides, he likes me the most.” And Jason couldn’t argue with that. He found it kind of cute actually, and couldn’t help but picture the little blob in its own tiny robin suit.

“Blobin,”Jason deadpanned. This was Jarro all over again, he sighed. Actually, Blobin might get along with Jarro, he thought.

“He’s my robin now,”Tim defended, taking a mug out of the cabinets. It was one of Jason’s favorites, with a gun shape as the handle. He looked over to the coffee table, where his other mug was sitting, only for him to find it gone. Jason squinted, looking around and finding Phantom underneath the table, chewing on the succulent absently. Bright green eyes flickered to Jason and back.

While Jason was happy the ghost was relaxing, he was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to be eating house plants. Sighing, he stood up. “Can you watch Phantom? I’m gonna make food,”He said, rolling up his sleeves and making his way to the kitchen.

“Yeah, sure,”Tim responded, bringing his gun mug of coffee over to the couch with a laptop under his arm. From the kitchen, he could hear Tim talking to Phantom quietly. He was no doubt trying to coax him into responding, trying to judge how much brain power the ghost had at the moment. He glanced over to see Phantom slither up to Tim curiously before turning back to the stove.

Jason busied himself with cooking something easy for Phantom to eat with his hands, but enough so they wouldn’t have to bother with cooking for a while. He settled on chicken tenders and chopped vegetables. He made rice too for him and Tim, but figured Phantom would make a mess of it. Halfway done, he heard a yelp from the living room.

“Tim?” Jason called, a bit worried. He heard what sounded like a struggle and darted to the living room, leaving the vegetables to the pan.

“I’m fi- ne!”Tim called, a little strained, but Jason was already on his way. He skidded to a stop in the entryway, looking upon the scene.

Tim’s mug was on the coffee table, frozen solid and covered in ice. Tim himself was standing up on the arm of the couch, holding his hands closed and away from his body while Phantom floated lazily in the air, turning invisible for a few seconds and then back to normal. His tail was writhing behind him, and his gaze was focused on whatever was in Tim’s hand. “Everythings fine,”Tim reassured Jason, moving his hands when Phantom made to dart forward and ended up floating in a little flip before drifting back to Tim. “He just- He keeps trying to eat Blobin,”Tim said a bit hysterically. Jason wanted to laugh, but he saw how attached Tim was to the little guy. “And he froze my coffee,” Tim added sadly.

“Alright then, Phantom,”Jason shook his head, approaching the ghost boy. Phantom perked up at the sight of Jason, chirping. He made to float to him, but abruptly lost control of his flight and dipped dangerously, but Jason swiftly scooped him up before he hit the ground. “What am I gonna do with you,”Jason scolded lightly. Phantom just latched onto his shirt and chirped before scoping him out for pockets that might have treats.

Tim sighed in relief, letting the blob float out of his hands as he jumped to the ground. Jason gave Tim an amused smirk while the kid looked to him and Phantom in exasperation. “I think he’s just hungry. Kind of a menace when he wants to be. Do you think ghosts regularly eat blobs like him?” Tim questioned sadly, grasping his blob and pulling it close to his chest.

”Also where’s your remote?” Tim asked, trying to pick up his mug only to find it frozen to the coffee table. He sighed.

“Was on the couch,”Jason said before grinning down at the ghost in his arms climbing to peer over his shoulder. The ghost barely weighed anything. “And you, mister, are coming with me.”

Phantom chirped, settling in Jason’s arms as he meandered back to the kitchen. He was hoping the vegetables weren’t burnt. Back at the stove, he shifted the ghost to hang over his shoulders like a cat so he could use both arms. Phantom seemed content to watch him cook, especially when Jason reached up to feed him snacks every few minutes. He caught Tim sneaking past with Blobin peeking out of the hood of his hoodie and grabbing more coffee before retreating back to the couch. Because of the snack thief, cooking took twice as long, but Jason found he didn’t mind. Especially when Phantom started purring, settling on his shoulder like a satisfied cat while munching on a snack. Phantom’s tail curled around Jason's arm, but didn’t restrict any of his movements. Soon, he was plating the food for the three of them, figuring Tim would try to feed the Blob with food from his own plate anyways so he didn’t bother with a fourth.

As he was bending over carefully to get the silverware, he caught Phantoms clawed hand reaching out for the salt shaker. Before Jason could stop him from eating it, the ghost surprised Jason by phasing it into his chest. The vigilante paused, staring for a moment before he was brought out of it by Phantom chirping at him. “Alright, whatever,”Jason muttered. At least he was pretty sure where the other mug and remote went now.

They ate on the couch, Tim coming up with theories on how long it would take Phantom to recover and pondering why he was collecting random items. So far, they figured out that as long as Phantom had food or something else keeping his attention, he wouldn’t try to eat Blobin. It didn’t stop him from begging for some of Jason’s food, however. Tim looked at him smugly when he caught Jason giving in and handing the ghost a chicken tender. He glared at his little brother, but kept an eye on Phantom.

“Is he okay?” Tim fretted, now noticing the sluggish movements of the ghost. He seemed unable to float for the time being, and had taken to scurrying underneath the coffee table or the couch. Which, Jason wasn’t sure if Phantom actually fit under there or if he was intangible. He really hoped the boy wouldn’t get stuck.

“Yeah,”Jason huffed, reaching down to scoop up the ghost and plop him on his lap as he leaned back against the couch. Phantom grumbled sleepily and pressed his face into Jason’s shirt, wrapping his tail around Jason’s legs as he brought them up onto the couch. Tim scooted away to give them room. “He’s just tired. Aren’t you?”Jason cooed at the boy, receiving a small chirp in response. Tim gave him a smirk, but absently petted the Blob ghost resting in a puddle on his lap. “Yeah, it’s naptime.”

Tim huffed a laugh but started to get up. “Where are you going?” Jason raised a brow at him. He couldn’t move now with Phantom purring a storm on his chest. Tim halted in his movements, still halfway on the couch.

“Um-”Tim started, confused, when Jason meandered his socked feet to the kids lap, trapping him to the couch. Tim had Blobin in his arms now, cradled like a baby. “Jason-?”

“You’re taking a nap too,”Jaosn squinted. He reached over the back of the couch to get a blanket and chucked it at Tim, who squawked in protest as it draped over his head. “I know you hardly slept the past few days. Stay or I’ll have to get up and tie you to the couch.”

“O-kay?” Tim squinted, but settled down anyway. He spread the blanket over himself and Jason’s legs, glancing over at Jason a few times. Distracted by Phantom purring, he petted the flowy white hair that was surprisingly soft as the ghost drifted off. The purring was really luring him to sleep though, and before he could blink, he was asleep.

“Psst! Jason!”

Jason grumbled, for once actually having a good sleep. He wrapped his arms tighter around whoever was snuggled on his chest- Phantom- his brain supplied, before trying to go back to sleep. Until the voice from before spoke again in a hushed, but hurried whisper.

“Jason! Wake up!” Tim hissed, now very close to Jason’s head. He grunted, cracking open an eye and glancing around for his annoying little brother. When he did catch sight of Tim, he saw a panicked look on Tim’s face that instantly had him on alert. “Don’t move,” Tim added, glancing from Jason to Phantom.

“What?” Jason questioned, about to get up anyways if he didn’t have a sleeping teenager pinning him down. Tim glanced between the two again, and Jason caught sight of Blobin slumped in Tim’s hood again.

“Before you say anything, I was totally right and I told you so,”Tim said quickly, and Jason had no idea what he was talking about. “But uh, I ended up falling asleep and was woken up by this bright flash of light surrounding you and D- Phantom. When I looked over- uh, well, just look at him,”Tim gestured. He was still a bit harried, like his brain was running 20 miles per hour over this. Jason looked at the window behind him and saw the light was nonexistent. They must have slept the rest of the day and into most of the night.

Jason heaved a sigh and turned to look at- Danny. His eyes widened as he took in the black hair and what was left of his school uniform from that day. Gently, he brushed away the kids bangs and felt his forehead. It was definitely warmer than Phantom’s skin, but that still didn’t really explain why Danny was here now. Unless- Jason gently maneuvered Danny so he could sit up without waking the teen, gesturing for Tim to sit down and stop staring at him like a maniac.

“Okay, so Phantom is Danny then?” Jason questioned. He was completely out of ideas of how that could even happen. “How the fuck does that even work?”

“I don’t know!” Tim exclaimed quietly, exasperated. “Phantom’s a ghost- a king!- How does a ghost king also have a living human body??”

“Okay, we know Danny, it’s not like Phantom’s controlling a corpses body or anything. They’re both good kids,”Jason reasoned, hoping to quiet some of Tim’s panic. “Danny’s a halfa right? Half ghost? Half human?”

Tim ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Right. Right, maybe he has a way to switch forms? And he did say the king was chosen by right of conquest, so it is a logical reason to how a half-ghost-human might’ve gotten the throne, just… why didn’t he tell us?” Tim frowned, picking at his fingernails absently.

Jason smacked his hands lightly. “He probably didn’t tell us the truth because he wanted to have a way to escape if it turned out we were bad guys after all,”Jason reasoned. “It makes sense. He’s one of three, an apparently powerful and rare species. It makes sense that he wouldn’t trust us with the full extent of what that means.”

“I mean, yeah, but,”Tim bit his lip in thought before replying, his gaze on Danny. “We could’ve helped.”

“Yeah. We could’ve,”Jason sighed. “But he was scared. And we can help him now.”

Tim nodded. “Okay. Alright, uh. I’m gonna update B on the situation. They’re still rounding up with the whole Arkham thing, but everyones back where they’re supposed to be. Good news, we can probably assume Danny knows our identities, but either way, he might be safer at the manor in case the GIW actually can track him. They wouldn’t dare break into the manor,”Tim scoffed.

“Right,”Jason nodded, shifting so he could grab the discarded blanket and drape it over Danny. “Think he’ll be alright?”

Tim shrugged. “Guess we’ll know when he wakes up if he’s back to normal. The collar was on him for hours, but food and sleep are probably the best remedy.” With that, Tim got up and left for the kitchen, probably to get updates on the rest of the bats and give their report about Danny. Jason rolled his eyes when he heard the coffee machine beep.

“Holy shit-” Jason heard Tim exclaim from the kitchen. “Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom. His whole name is a fucking pun!”

Jason snorted, running a hand over Danny’s hair. He knew Dick and Danny got along, but if Dick knew this he’d probably fight B over the adoption.

Chapter 23

#Phantom of Gotham #dcxdp #dpxdc

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whohasfourthumbsand · 27 days ago

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< Hi, I’m Hachiko. I know we haven’t met, but I saw your posts about HOWL and her new body. I don’t know HOWL, so I’m not sure I can help, but I’m also a military NHP with a canine self-representation. Since that’s an almost unbelievably specific set of things to have in common with her, I sort of feel like I should throw my hat in the ring.

First, canine subaltern? Wow. Jealous. I’d be losing my shit, too. You absolutely made HOWL happy. I’m canine in terms of virtual representation, and having access to a physical body which matched up with that would be awesome.

Actually, uh, I…not to get emotional, that’s just really, really sweet of you to do that for her.

My advice? If you can, give HOWL an open field and let her do her thing for as long as you can. I know that might not be practical if you’re aboard a ship, station, or other confined environment, but that might be part of the fix. I’d want to climb, run, test the physical limitations of the chassis. There’s a certain satisfaction involved when one of us gets to interact with actual physics as opposed to a computer simulation. Imperfections, unanticipated feedback, inability to just receive total environmental awareness on command—it’s a richer experience. More fun.

And, speaking as a military NHP—the part about conveying that she isn’t expected to fight at the moment might end up being a matter of time and ensuring that she doesn’t perceive anything in the environment as a threat. I know that’s not exactly a simple task, but it’s the best I can think of. Some of us need to partition off our dominant personalities, either partially or totally, when we’re deployed in an active combat role. It’s like choosing to become someone else for a while, then choosing to go back to being yourself once it’s safe to do so. The memories are compartmentalized when you come back, kind of a mental insulation. But, given that her shackles are non-standard in design, that kind of partitioning might not be available to her. I don’t know what her past looks like, but it could be a holdover from previous deployments.

Another thing, does HOWL speak? Not all of us care for linguistic communication, so that might be a barrier. Words do have their limits, after all. If it isn’t too personal a question: how did her pilot communicate with her?

Hopefully this is helpful, and you don’t get chewed up much more. You clearly care a great deal about her. >

(ooc: hey! Not to get too heavy with this, sorry, but this resonated with the character a bit.)

+ Hello, Hachiko!

+ Consider me grateful that we've met when we have, and thankful that you reached out. I've felt incredibly alone throughout this whole ordeal, and to have someone tell me that I'm doing right by HOWL- it means a lot. Really. I doubt that I would find better insight than yours, the similarities between you and HOWL are a pleasant surprise; I'm not sure if this offer means much, but, if you're jealous of the subaltern design, I could scan and upload the printer files for you. I based the chassis itself on an old model donated to me by ACS, then adapted features from frames such as the Metalmark and Enkidu, and an array of visual data regarding Cradle's dogs. Though I'm still working out some kinks, such as the movement of the spine when transitioning between a trot and all-out sprinting, the synthetic musculature may be my best work yet; I imagine it would be a liberating body to inhabit.

+ That brings me to the subject of your advice; Following what you suggested, I took HOWL to Detachment 148's primary hangar— the largest open space on our station— and let her loose. She ran like I've never seen before, stretching, rolling, bounding off of surfaces, climbing onto others. HOWL doesn't generally emote— it's not something she's really capable of, besides the more overt or "instinctual" responses to things like threats— but, I don't know, she seemed... happy. Happier, at least.

+ After that, the aggression stopped entirely. In fact, she's begun to follow me wherever I go, as though curious about the station, or as though she was guarding me? I think it's both. When I leave a room, she bounds or trots after me, silent yet animated. When I stop to work, eat, etcetera, she just... paces. Nonstop pacing, restless, and though I can't read her expression— or lack thereof— I think she's waiting for something.

+ HOWL can verbalize. She's actually incredibly articulate, she speaks a bit like a philosopher when she's comfortable. Big words, thoughtful, introspective dialogue. Some of the conversations she and Kennedy— her old handler— would have would go completely over my head. Now, however, she refuses to speak to me. I don't think she's comfortable enough. I think there's a lot she has left to figure out.

+ In fact— I don't think that she knows that- that Kennedy isn't coming back.

#oc rp #lancer rpg #lancer #lancer rp #lancer ttrpg #// ooc #// TYSM FOR THIS ASK IT WAS SO FUN TO READ AND RESPOND TO !!!#// HELLO HACHIKO !!!!

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All I Need

Chapter 7

Matty Healy!dad x f!reader

A/N: what was promised is debt! I'm uploading it hours earlier than I was planning...I really hope you enjoy it, guys. It's a BIG ONE! I'm so nervous about it! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ♥ Thank u for reading and supporting!!

Warnings: explicit +18 scenes MINORS DO NOT INTERNACT!; swearing; angst; crying; typos.

Word count: 12.5 K (sorry not sorry haha)

MASTERLIST

2 weeks later…at home.

Y/n felt pathetic checking her phone like a teenager waiting for her crush to reply and keep the conversation going. She left the device on the kitchen table as if it burned her hand; returning to the list of emails waiting for her. No matter how hard she tried to focus on her tasks, her attention was else where.

Since her phone call with Grace – after the horrible second date —, she tried to give Paul a real chance. It was the only reasonable option. ‘Matty doesn’t want to be with me, Paul does, right?’, Y/n repeated like a mantra.

Therefore, Paul and Y/n had been texting none stop, like –literally– teenagers. Everything went smoothly, until it didn’t. A few days before, Paul stopped answering suddenly; making Y/n felt awful. She didn’t talk about it with Grace, not even with Matty. Y/n felt childish; she tried to think that Paul was probably busy with work, and she was being irrational about everything.

Y/n was sulking, when her phone started ringing. It took seconds for her to reach for it. Paul was calling.

“Hello?” She answered, trying to keep her feelings at bay.

Paul started talking at the other end of the line. “Hi, darling.”

“Hi…” ‘What should I say?’, she wondered.

“Are you at home? Are you busy?” He asked quickly, almost, desperate.

Y/n felt uncomfortable with Paul’s approach. “I’m home and…depends. Why?” She inquired him.

His hot and cold attitude surprised her, at the same time, it made her wonder. Made her worried, to the point of pondered multiple scenarios about what was really going on with Paul.

“What about if I pick you up in…” He started saying. Y/n waited him to finish his phrase, hanging from each word. “Let’s say, one hour?”

Y/n bit her lower lip. “For what?”

“I have an evening event, work thing…it won’t last long, and then we can go to a nice restaurant…or to my house, if you like…” Paul suggested lowering his voice.

Y/n felt the impulse to say no, but remembered Grace’s words. “Okay. Should I dress up or something?” She consulted, feeling her pulse going wild.

“No, no…it’s a little bit formal, not too much though.” He explained, at the same time, Y/n could hear a second voice speaking at the other end. Maybe an assistant, maybe not. Y/n shocked her head, she was looking too much into this.

“Okay, fine.” Y/n finally agreed to it.

“Perfect, you’re a saint!! See you in an hour!” He hung up without giving Y/n the chance to say her goodbyes.

Y/n stared at her black screen, her mind razing with thoughts. She needed to ask Matty or Grace to look after Amelia for the evening, possibly for the entire night. She decided asking Grace was the best decision.

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Le grand salon,

Center of London.

Y/n felt like a fish out of the water around those people. Paul left her as soon as they arrived, promising her to be right back after talking with a few important CEOs or whatever. Y/n sipped from the champagne they were serving. It tasted awful, but she was past the mood stage of having enough anger to complain.

She tried to wait patently for Paul to return, for someone to be remotely nice. Although, after an hour and a half of walking around the salon, gaining sketched looks from Paul’s co-workers or people there –she thought worked with/for him–, Y/n was done with standing like part of the decoration. Y/n decided to actually search for the man.

Y/n looked around before leaving the safety of the corner that hosted her. He wasn’t at any part of the salon, she looked around multiple times, expecting to find him. Nothing.

Defeated and ready to leave, Y/n approached a man she saw Paul greeting with a friendly hug after they arrived together. Maybe he knew where Paul was.

She touched him on his shoulder, “Excuse me.” Y/n cleaned her throat. The man in questions turned around after pausing his conversation, looking at her as if he was ten feet above Y/n. She felt tiny.

“What do you want?” The man spat at her.

Y/n tried not to feel interpellated by his poisonous words. “Do you know where Paul is?” She queried, arranging her form to look bigger and stronger than she felt inside.

“No, haven’t seen him in a few minutes.” He replied, starting to turned back around. Y/n stopped him. “What now?” He almost shouted at her.

“Have you seen where he went?”

“No. Fucking hell, search the patio… at the back… or, the bathroom. I don’t know, I don’t care. Bye.” He ended the conversation all at once.

The idea of leaving without Paul crossed Y/n’s mind, although she quickly brushed it off. Where was he?

The wonder made her walk to try the places the man mentioned. It was the last chance, if he wasn’t there she was going to leave without caring.

Y/n felt pathetic walking down the long alley between the grand salon and the patio. She felt bad to even care about this people’s treatment, they were all horrible. Y/n was mad at Paul again; because he left her alone, yes, but also because he wasn’t in fact the Prince Charming she expected. Y/n felt like her own error to pretend him to be that.

Her heels stopped making a rhythmic sound on the tiled floor when she stood at the opening door connecting with the back patio. A couple of little groups of people were smoking, even though Paul wasn’t there.

“Sorry,” She interrupted the closest group’s conversation. “Do you know Paul?”

“Yeah.” A woman said shortly.

“Great! By chance, have you seen him?” Y/n asked innocently, gaining a sceptical look from the woman.

“Um, yeah, he’s…” She looked around the group, as if she was expecting some kind of help. She continued. “He’s in the bathroom-”

“Perfect, thank you!” Y/n felt relief washing over her, turning around to finally found the person she had been looking for.

The woman spoke from behind Y/n, “If I were you, I won’t go there.” She was clearly trying to warn her, Y/n feared the worst.

Her feet moved as if they had life of its own; Y/n crossed the hall, reaching for the bathroom area. The sounds coming from the lady’s bathroom confirmed her fears.

Y/n pushed the door open. The picture in front of her broke her heart. Paul was between a pretty girl’s legs, with his pants all the way down, clearly pushing inside her. Both of them repeating the sounds she had been hearing from outside. Paul was fucking another girl.

“Oh my god!” Y/n could only say, making them stopped immediately.

The girl looked at her in shock, poking her face from behind Paul’s neck. “Fuck…” She breathed out.

Y/n stood there, with her head foggy, just staring at them. The girl looked back at Y/n, she looked familiar. Y/n shook her head, she didn’t care up to that point.

The girl was seated on the bathroom counter and Paul was still in front of her, not moving away. They had been fucking while she waited like a moron.

“Y/n!” Paul exclaimed, tugging his trousers up – or trying to —, failing miserable. His voice took her out of her hypnotic trance.

“Fuck no.” Y/n told her. “I’m leaving!” She pointed at Paul, feeling her eyes burning with tears. “Don’t call me, don’t text me…nothing, I don’t want to know anything about you, arsehole!” Y/n let her anger took over.

She stumbled through the venue as fast as she could. Y/n wanted the refuge of her house, of her home. She needed Grace and to hug Amelia.

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Living room, home.

Grace felt worried immediately as she saw Y/n appeared on the living room. Her makeup was all mushed and running all over her face, the pair of heels on one hand and her hair all messed up.

“What happened to you?” She approached her friend, leaving Amelia on the floor playing.

Y/n tried to form a sentence, but nothing came out of her mouth. She was still too stunned to speak. Grace didn’t think twice, embracing her in a big hug.

“It’s okay, I’m here…we’re here.” She rocked Y/n from side to side.

After a few minutes, Amelia noticed her playing partner wasn’t beside her and looked for Grace. Noticing her mother was there too. “Mommy!” She greeted her.

Grace let her go, shielding her from the child’s view until Y/n ran her hands under her eyes, trying to get rid of the makeup as best as she could.

“Hi, baby.” She kneeled down, opening her arms. Amelia ran to her.

Y/n started to crying in silence when she felt the soft weight of Amelia pushing on her chest. She gave her mother a comfort she wasn’t aware of. Amelia grew bored after a little time, returning to her toys. Y/n stayed down on her knees, looking at her daughter.

Grace kept a close eye on her friend’s form during the whole interaction. “Y/n, go and get change, clean your face…whatever you need. I’ll make a cup of tea, and then we can talk, okay?” Grace commanded Y/n.

“Yes. Thank you.” Y/n agreed.

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After she did everything as Grace told her – because Y/n hadn't had the strength to do anything apart from that – she returned downstairs.

Graces awaited for her in the living room, watching Amelia live inside her own bubble of imagination and games. Y/n sited besides Grace on the big couch, looking at the toddler as well.

The mugs were steaming in the coffee table. “Come on, take a big sip.”

The tea was strong, very sweet for her liking, but it was a consolation at the same time. “He was with another girl.” Y/n told Grace, her sight still on her daughter, while she held the cup closer to her face.

“What?”

“He left me for an hour and a half, almost two hours…alone. I went searching, he was…you know…with another girl, on the bathroom counter. Not any other girl, the one from the park…”

“I’m going to kill him!” Grace stood up as if she was going to do it right there.

“Sit back down!” Y/n instructed her best friend. She desperately needed her close, not far away – committing a crime, metaphorically or not.

Grace couldn’t contain her surprised, while she sited back. “I can’t believe it. My cousin Paul?”

“Yes, your Prince Charming cousin Paul…” Y/n forced herself to take another sip of her infusion.

“He’s such an arse-”

“Language!”

“She needs to know men are horrible.” Grace justified herself, pointing towards Amelia. “And what did you do?”

Y/n recalled the situation on her head. Her hands shock a little around the tea cup. “Scream at him, told him not to reach out, and stormed out.”

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Grace apologized genuinely. If it wasn’t for her, Y/n would never have known Paul. If she had never let Y/n’s get away with her way, asking for Paul’s number, she would never be in that situation; trying to hold the tears back because she didn’t want Amelia to suffer seeing her upset.

“It’s not your fault, Grace.” Y/n took Grace’s on her own, she squeezed it.

“I feel like it is. He’s my cousin-” Grace insisted.

“You’re not responsible for your cousin’s actions.”

“Still.”

Y/n knew Grace enough to keep insisting. Instead, she decided to leave it be for now. She was convinced Grace wasn’t guilty of his sorrows. The only one in the wrong was Paul, and her too.

She felt the tears coming back.

Y/n self-reproached herself while she asked Grace, “Can you take Amelia to your house? I don’t want her to see me like this. I can ask Matty, but he’s working on the last album…” Y/n started to ramble.

“Yeah, yeah. We can have a pyjama party.” Y/n’s friend tried to erase the guilt. Y/n was in her right to take some time-off from parenting.

“Thank you.” Y/n said while her voice broke.

Grace felt a wave of worry. “Oh, no…you sure you want to be alone?”

“Mhm…” Y/n reply through her bitten lips.

“You call me if you need me, okay? I’ll be here in a heartbeat, yes?” Grace insisted, making Y/n to turned her head to the side. She searched on Y/n’s eyes for some sort of reassurance that she was indeed going to be okay staying on her own.

“I know, Grace. Thank you.”

“Stop that…I love you…I’m so sorry.”

Grace pushed Y/n on a new hug, rubbing her back. Y/n let some tears drop in silence, while hugging her friend back.

“I love you too.” Y/n mumbled on her shoulder.

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On the couch…

Y/n dried the tears from her eyes. Her whole face was hurting. Her eyes were moisturized but by all the wrong reasons; her head was pounding loud, making here wince with pain. She felt so pathetic, crying for a man. She never learned to pick the right ones, apparently.

‘It was my fault or the guys I chose? What was wrong?’, Y/n recriminated herself.

She wasn’t asking for a fairytale. Y/n wanted a true man, someone who can be there for her, someone wanting to share life with her. Apparently, it was a lot to ask.

Y/n let her body fall into the couch, closing her eyes. Wishing, praying, this was a bad joke, a dream; whatever instead of this stupid situation. Paul was an asshole, why was she crying about an idiot who didn’t deserve her sorrow?

Y/n groaned loud and turned around, screaming into the cushion; trying to get reed of part of the angsty feeling. She wasn’t aware someone else was hearing her download.

“Y/n?” Matty asked out of the blue, scaring her.

“Jesus, Matty! You scared the shit out of me!” She prompted herself enough to turned around and saw his face, without leaving the couch. Y/n returned to her previous position, laying down.

“Sorry.” He apologized. Y/n heard him walk closer to her. “Are you okay? Where’s Amelia?” He was crunched down at her right side.

“Grace took Amelia to her flat…I needed a minute alone, and you-” Y/n dodged his first question purposely.

He interrupted her, worried. “Why?”

“Don’t ask, Matty.” Y/n massaged her temples roughly, the headache persisted.

“Should I worry?” Matty moved her hair to uncover her face; he wanted to find answers on her factions at least.

“Yes…no. I don’t know-” She turned to the side, looking directly into his eyes. The soft blue glow of the TV was illuminating her face, meanwhile the orange light coming from the hall reflected on Matty's factions.

He went, without thinking, to caressed her cheek. “Y/n, please.” She closed her eyes before his plead.

Keeping her ground, she muttered. “Prince Charming wasn’t so charming after all.” Y/n tried to hold a whimper, against of the idea of sounding like a fool.

“Paul?” Matty inquired.

“Yes, him…” Y/n spoken as if she was naming the devil himself.

Matty started to fear the worst. If that fucker did something to her, he wouldn’t respond of his actions. His heart was pounding hard on his chest when he asked, “What did he do? Did he-”

“No, no.” Y/n lift her head, resting her weight on her elbows. “Nothing like that- He was seeing another girl…a co-worker, or maybe she wasn’t a- I don’t even know. Maybe he was going out with other girls too. Fucking with them. Heck-The possibilities are infinite…”

Matty stayed on his place, beside the couch, clenched down, battling with his head. He didn’t know what to say or do too, he didn't want to make her feel worse. Matty stated his case before about not liking Paul, even though this was about Y/n, not him or his opinions.

“How did you find out?” His words were careful, Y/n noticed.

Y/n let her body fall again on the comfort of the couch. “I saw him fucking a girl…a girl we bumped into before.. In a bathroom at his work event, after he left me for hours alone-”

Her sight was on the ceiling, she couldn’t look at Matty and saw the pity on his eyes. Not from him.

“Y/n…”

“I think she wasn’t the only one he was with…” She continued to ramble about her thoughts she went through after Grace left with Amelia. Y/n was conscious she was spiralling, but her mind couldn’t help it. The repeating conspiracy theory making her feel sink even deeper on a hole of sadness and self-pity was on.

“Baby…” Matty tried.

“Don’t pity me, Matty. Not you.” Y/n tried to hide her face behind her hands. Her voice came muffled from behind them.

“Do you want me to go and kick him down from his white horse?” Matty tried to get rid of some of the tension. He kicked himself for trying to joke when things get complex, although he didn’t know what else to do. Matty wanted – needed – to make Y/n feel good again.

Y/n’s body shook with laughter. Matty smiled at her. “Not worth it.” Y/n finally admitted.

“It’s if it makes you feel better, baby, it is.” Matty said, his words dripping with sincerity and full of his own emotions.

Y/n spoke again after a short silence, “Why I didn’t see it sooner?”

“No, no…” Matty started, pushing her a little further into the couch, making space beside Y/n’s form. He let his left arm served as a pillow for her head, simultaneously, his right hand touched her owns, uncovering her face. “This is not your fault, at all!” Matty held her face, so she was looking at him.

Y/n diverted her eyes, further. She felt something, she couldn’t quite place, looking at Matty’s soft eyes. “I should-”

“Nothing. You should nothing. He’s the wanker here, not you…you did nothing wrong.” Matty insisted.

“Matty?”

“Yes?”

“Since you’re a guy-”

“Up to discussion-”

“Why they don’t like me? There’s something wrong with me?”

Matty stopped breathing for a second, his body started to felt hot, and he was too aware of his heartbeat. ‘How could he tell her without actually telling her?’, he debated with himself.

“Love-” Matty tried to gain some time.

Y/n had other plans, she insisted, “Seriously, tell me.”

“Y/n there is nothing, absolutely nothing, wrong with you…” Matty told her without lying.

She continued spoken up her wonders, “Am I ugly? I think I look okay…No, don’t answer! This is so dumb. Fuck-” Y/n started to lift her body from the couch, she wanted to hide in the safety of her bed.

Matty was quicker and pushed her –without too much force– back down again. He was almost on top of Y/n, making her blush strongly like a teen.

“Stay here and listen to me….listen to me.” Matty accentuated every word.

Y/n tried to protest, failing. “Matty.”

He took a minute to think what to say. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Far from that. You’re the prettiest girl walking this town, this earth-”

“No.” Y/n interrupted.

“Yes. You’re so gorgeous, baby. From all perspectives. You’re one of a kind. There’s no one like you…I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, Y/n.” Matty’s words brought tears to her eyes. There was something unspoken under his words, something she wanted from him but was scared to acknowledge it at the same time.

Y/n rounded him with her arms, running her hands through the curls on the nape of his neck. “Matty?” She asked.

“Yeah?” Matty replied, feeling weak from the proximity and Y/n’s touch.

A force was pulling him down, closer to her face, until their noses touched. Matty breathe deeply, surrounded by her essence.

“Please.” Y/n begged.

“What?” He asked, brushing her nose with his own.

“I need you.” Y/n implored through half open eyelids.

Matty tried to reason with her, “Y/n, you’re upset.”

He was against taking advantage of her. Y/n was still very perturbed about the evening events. No matter how much Matty wanted her to ask him to be with her, to love her, to take care of her, he had to hold his ground.

“Yes, I’m fucking pissed…and I want you, please.” Y/n pushed her body up, coming in contact with his front.

“Baby-” Matty placed a comforting hand on her left hip. His mind started to fogged, he needed to stay composed. This was about Y/n, not him.

“Fine.” Y/n spat, angry, moving from under Matty. “I’ll find someone…at least-” Y/n started to say when she finally was again on her feet.

Little she could let out before Matty took her by the arm, crushing his lips to hers. Y/n didn’t reciprocate at first, although her whole body woke up after a long slumber. Every single part of her was on fire, asking to be touched. To be touched by Matty, him and only him.

Matty grabbed her face with both of his hands, keeping her in place, letting Y/n go wasn’t an option now. No after so many years apart. Y/n kissed him back, holding her own self from his neck, feeling weak on the knees.

Matty noticed her body trying to sink down and held her by her waist. He noticed, because he always noticed every one of her needs.

Kissing Matty again was like coming home after a long trip, to your own house and the comfort of your stuff. Kissing Matty once again felt like returning home.

He broke the kiss to take some air. Y/n opened her eyes, looking up at him. He’s searching for any sign of doubt. Still with the pounding feeling of not taking advantage of Y/n.

“Are you sure about this, baby?” Matty spoke, low, brushing their lips together.

“Mhm.” Y/n confirm her desire, tightening her grip on his neck, meanwhile she approached her body to his.

“Words. I need words.” Matty persisted on.

Y/n arched her back, “Please, I can’t wait any longer.”

Matty looked at her eyes; his deepening by lust. “You don’t have to…” He finished it, gifting her a smile.

Y/n pushed him back down again, crushing their lips together once more. She remembered how addicting it could be kissing him. Matty explored every corner of her mouth like an expert explorer, he hadn't forgotten her weak spots. Y/n moaned without caring.

The sweet sound coming from her, made Matty push back and asked her in a hurry, “Your room or mine?”

“Yours.” Y/n sentenced.

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When Matty shut his bedroom door close, all the rush was gone. Y/n waited at the end of his bed, looking around. She hadn’t been there except from a few times. The bed was newer from the one he had back on his flat, and the decoration changed as well. Multiple guitars, a lot of pictures of Amelia and them adoring the walls. Even the mess of clothes wasn’t there, he was strangely more organized now, more mature Y/n supposed.

Matty’s arms rounding her took Y/n out of her scrutiny; he brushed her hair out of her neck, leaving kissing here and there. Nibbling on the exposed skin, bringing goosebumps into it. Matty smiled to himself. Y/n closed her eyes, placing her hands on top of his on her stomach. The memories of him caressing Y/n’s belly when she was pregnant came to her, every touch is full of their history.

Matty's hands sneak under her shirt, coming in touch with her bare skin. He pushed Y/n’s body back towards his body, making his clothes dick came in contact with her bum. Matty groaned on her neck. Y/n kept rocking her hips back, searching for friction.

“Can I take it off?” He asked slowly, tugging on the shirt.

“Yeah.” She said breathlessly.

Y/n turned around inside his embrace, Matty reached for the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up. Y/n couldn’t help to feel self-conscious in front of Matty without her top on, only in a black bra and her pyjama pants. Even though, he’s focusing on her face and nothing else. Matty still worried she didn’t want to go further. Y/n connected her eyes with his, smiling shy.

“Beautiful.” He stated, holding the left side of her neck.

“Stop-” Y/n blushed.

“Never. Come here.”

Matty pressed their chests against each other, savouring her mouth once more. Matty felt complete; having Y/n on her embrace was what he had been wishing for years. He noticed a little wave of panic, what if I’m not enough for her?

Although, Y/n was very pleased already by everything, even when she was merely touching the skin hiding under his shirt. Y/n’s touch reached first the hairy skin of his abdomen, and made a trail until she felt his back. He was bulkier now than she remembered, there were a lot of muscles to held onto now. Without her asking, Matty went to take off his t-shirt. Both of them longing for the skin to skin contact.

Once his chest was fully visible, Y/n detached her lips from Matty’s. Inspecting the expanse of it. She kneeled down, kissing the centre of his chest. Matty couldn’t help to reach for the back of her head, feeling like his dreams were coming true. Y/n diverted her attention to his nipples, feeling encouraged by the moans he was letting out.

She tried to kneel down all the way to her knees, starting to unbutton his trousers, but Matty tried to stop her, “Y/n.”

Y/n ignored his weak protest, going for his boxers, although Matty paused all of her actions; he brought her back up by her chin. “No.” He said, sternly.

“But I want-” Y/n whined.

“Later. Now it’s about you, darlin’.” Matty let Y/n know his intentions for the night.

Matty started to pull her trousers off, after she signal him to go on with it. Y/n wiggled out of them, and the self-consciousness came back running. She wasn’t expecting to end the night like this when she changed after the fatidic event. Her bra and undies were far from sexy or even matching.

“Sorry about this.” She tried to apologize.

Matty chuckled, brushing the embarrassment off, or trying to. “Don’t. I have the solution for that.” He said instead cheekily.

“What?”

“Here.”

In a few instants, Y/n was fully naked, standing in front of Matty. The singer feeling ecstatic with his simple work, resulting on having her entirely naked in front of his eyes. She was too aware –for her liking– about the changes that happened to her body between the last time they had sex and now years after the birth of their child. Her body showed the permanent marks of her pregnancy. Sometimes she felt okay with them, but other times –like that moment– she despised them.

Y/n went to shield her breasts, facing opposition from Matty, who took her arms sweetly. “Don’t-” He said, looking at her eyes only. “Can you lay down for me?” He said instead.

“Okay.” She agreed, moving from the end of the bed where they had been standing. Y/n felt his sight on her, watching every move. She tried not to think at the moment she fell back on the mattress, in the middle of it, resting her head against the pillows.

Matty got rid of his boxers slowly, but with decision. He watched Y/n leaned back awkwardly. What if she was regretting this?

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, without emotions.

Y/n looked at him worried, she didn’t want to stop. The idea of Matty not wanting to have sex with her would completely end up destroying her after the horrible day. “Do you?” She fought back.

Matty noticed her face turned into a sad expression. He clarified, “Hell no…but I’ll if-”

Y/n let the air she didn’t notice she was holding, begging for him to come closer, “Please, come here.” She lifted her hand up in the air.

Matty quickly obeyed her. Her wishes were truly his command. Specially during that night. He positioned himself, naked as the day he was born, on top of her. Without an exchange of words, Matty plopped down himself, kissing Y/n.

She rounded him once more, feeling the hardness of his dick on her belly. Y/n could feel her body responding to the contact.

Matty kissed all the way from her lips to the space connecting her face and neck. Y/n let the loudest whimper of the night when he sucked on there. She scratched his back, pushing him inevitably closer. Her nipples hard as sharp diamonds pressing on his chest.

“Fucking hell, you’re so hot, baby.” Matty told her, leaving a trail of smooth pecks until his mouth came in contact with her right boob. Sucking with intention, as if he was starved and she was his nourishment.

“Matty.” Y/n moaned at his acts, he remembered very well how sensitive were her nipples. How could he forget details about the love of his life?

“Yes, baby?”

“Please. I need you.”

“Where?”

“Please…” Y/n’s mind couldn’t come up with a better word, or even formulate a phrase.

“Where, sweet cheeks? Tell me…” He continued playing with her breasts, changing his focus to the left one. Matty let his right hand hold his weight, meantime his free hand held the fullness of her breasts.

“Ugh, Matty…” She breathed out. “Touch me…down. I need you.” Y/n’s words came out all messy, and mispronounced.

He returned to be face to face with her, while he let his hand get wet by his own saliva and returned –when he thought it what moisturized enough– to draw circles on her boob. “Can I eat you out, love? I’ve been missing your taste for ages.” Matty bluntly expressed.

Her walls closing around nothing, making her hips lift to meet his. “Please.” Y/n agreed. The thought of him making her come with only his mouth sounded like heaven.

“Greedy girl.” Matty called her out, drawing a path with his fingers from the underside of her breasts, stopping at the top of her mound. He paused to admire her get lost under his touch.

Before Y/n went to protest, Matty felt her slit from top to bottom with the digits of his fingers, slowly, testing her. “You are so wet.” It wasn’t a question, it was a fact. “All for me, baby?”

Y/n shake her head as a yes. She couldn’t keep her hips still, trying to make his fingers come in contact with her pulsing clit. “Stop teasing, Matty.” Y/n begged.

“Shush, you have to be patient, baby.” He knew very well the effect of his nicknames on her. “I’ve been waiting for this to happen again…”

“Really?”

“Yes, so many times…” He said, trusting one finger inside her slit, making of her a whimpering mess. She wanted to ask him more about it, but all of her thoughts went out of the window. Y/n took the sheet at both sides on her fists, arching her back trusting forwards, so Matty’s finger touches her soft spot.

“Fuck, Matty!” Y/n breath out.

“You’re so tight, baby. I need to prepare you for me.” His hot breath coming in contact with her entrance, making her entire body shiver.

“Please, more.”

“Another finger?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl, taking my fingers so well”

“Matty-”

“I know, I know…don’t come before I say it, okay?”

“I don’t know if I can…I’m going-”

Matty stopped all of a sudden. “What the-” but before Y/n could complete the sentences, his mouth was on her, his tongue trusting inside her hole, making her head spin. The knot in her belly growing, making her dizzy, sensing her release closer again.

Y/n came undone under Matty, merely seconds after he tasted her. He helped her surfed the orgasm, taking every drop of it.

Once she came back to reality, her sight fell on Matty’s smugly expression, still closer to her pussy.

“Good?” Matty asked, kissing her right thigh.

“So good, babe.” She let out, closing her eyes.

Matty went to kiss her, “Do you want to stop?” He asked once again. Y/n moaned, tasting herself on his mouth. She shook her head against the idea. Matty chuckled.

He looked at her enamoured, admiring her cheeks all blushed and her messy hair on his pillows. She was back, she was his again.

“What?” Y/n asked, without understanding his pause, his staring.

“Nothing.” He touched her slightly on her hip, drawing imaginary forms.

“Tell me..” She encouraged him.

“I missed you.” He admitted one more time, feeling pathetic as a teenager screaming ‘I love you’ to his first sex partner.

Y/n force him to look at her, keeping the eye contact, smiling wide. “I missed you so much.”

Matty scrunched his face, preventing himself to look completely warmed by her words. “Liar!”

“Excuse me?” She pushed his shoulder, protesting.

“You went out with a wanker…” He regretted bringing Paul between them at that moment.

Y/n didn’t take it, choosing to say, “Let’s not name the devil, please?”

“I’m not-”

“Besides, you fucked with pretty models-” She counter-attack, smiling wide. ‘Everything was okay, she was joking’, Matty reassured himself.

“Are you jealous, Y/l/n?” He asked, cheekily.

Y/n was quick to answer. “As much as you, Healy.”

“No one compares to you, Y/n.” His sight dancing around her eyes.

She threw her head back, whining in protest. “You can’t say that!”

In fact, her heart was growing a couple of sizes with every sweet word he was drooping.

“Why? It’s the truth!” Matty fought back, burring his face on her neck.

“Because- Nothing, not fair!”

“No, what?” Matty murmured, without leaving his position, crushing against her. Y/n let her hands roamed through his curls. How much she had missed doing it.

Y/n was against telling Matty how she was feeling, risking the moment to end. She chose to divert his attention.

“Are we going to fuck or…?”

Matty bursted into a fit of laughter, coming back to be face to face again. He could let her get out of that conversation for a little longer. Specially when his dick was hurtfully hard.

“Are you begging, darling?” Matty said, brushing his lips with Y/n’s. She parted her mouth open.

“I’ll make you beg.” She declared.

“A warning or a promise?”

“Both.”

Matty took her lips in a heated kiss, rocking his hips forward. Y/n felt bereaved enough to reached for his dick, stroking him slowly.

“Fuck, baby.” Matty moaned on her mouth.

“You like that?”

“Aha-” He confirmed, losing his senses under her attentions.

“Words, babe.” Y/n teased him back.

“Please-” Matty begged, trusting into her hand without control.

“I’m not on the pill, Matty.” Y/n tried to inform him.

Matty snapped out, taking her words into account. “Okay, let me get a condom really quick.”

“Okay.”

Y/n watched him moved around his room. Opening drawers, bags and lastly his wallet finding one. She crooked an eyebrow, wondering in silence.

Matty acknowledge her silent question. “It’s not like I’ve had sex in the last few months…” he said without looking at Y/n, feeling a little embarrassed, while he put the condom on.

“Sure… Or you used all of them…” Y/n felt light and happy, between passion and happiness.

Matty shook his head. “Stop it-”

“Nah, I like messing with you…” She let him know.

“Yeah, I can see.”

Matty returned to be on top of Y/n, she rounded him with her legs as a way to let Matty know she was more than ready. Matty went to obey her but stopped, kissing her sweetly. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, please, Matty.” She was starting to get desperate without him inside.

“If it’s too much-”

“Matty!”

“Fuck- Sorry, I’m a tad nervous…” Matty admitted for himself first, and for her too.

“Really?”

“Mhm…”

Y/n felt her chest get warm with his demeanour. Not many people knew how sensitive and fragile can Matty be in moments of intimacy. Y/n felt special when he communicated his emotions.

“Come here.” Y/n instructed him, resting her forehead on his and placing her arms –as well as her legs– around his body. “I want you. I want to feel you inside me…again.” She reassured Matty, holding the eye contact. Matty nodded with his head.

He sank down without second thoughts. “Fucking hell!” Matty groaned while her walls took him in.

“Matty!”

“Y/n…”

Matty threw his head back, detaching his chest centimetres away from Y/n. She couldn’t help to admire –through half open eyes– his face turning by the pleasure. He was so pretty.

Matty whipped his head forward, cheeking on Y/n. “Are you okay? Tell me when I can move, baby. There’s no rush…” He reassured her, even when his words came all over together.

Y/n nodded as best as she could in her position, getting used to him. Matty studied her breath deeply, having some difficulty to adapt to his dick.

After a few minutes, she signalled for him. “Matt-”

He didn’t wait for her verbal command. Matty trusted forward, and retracted all the way out. The tip of his cook coming to tease her clit. Y/n bit down on her lower lip hard. Matty wasn’t going to have it, he wanted to hear all of her sweet sounds.

“Don’t hold it back, Y/n. I want to hear you.” He stated, releasing her lip with his finger.

Matty’s dick disappeared inside Y/n’s pussy under his watchful eyes. They fall quickly into a rhythm that worked for both of them.

Shortly after, Y/n felt incredible close to the edge. “Matty, I’m going to-”

“I know, baby. Let it go for me” He allowed her. “You’re doing so well for me…taking me so, so well…” His words stumbled, while his trusts got rapid and sloppy.

Y/n moaned, scratching his back, chasing the sweet twisted feeling inside her lower stomach. Even with her eyes close, everything went black when her orgasm finally hit her fully.

Matty felt Y/n’s pussy clench around him fastening his movements until he was coming as well, screaming without caring, “Y/n!”

He kept it going until their bodies relaxed again, letting his entire weight fall on top of Y/n. She welcomed him happily.

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“Matt…” Y/n spoke after a few minutes.

Matty shivered on top of her, burring his face further into Y/n’s neck. “Mhm…”

“I need you to pull out.” Y/n let a nervous chuckled out.

“Don’t wanna.”

“Well, I see…but I need to use the bathroom, baby.” She insisted.

“Fine.”

Matty pulled out and moved to the side, letting her move freely. He wasn’t happy to let Y/n go so soon, even though he understood her request.

Y/n left a kiss on the top of his head, before going to the bathroom. Leaving Matty alone with his thoughts.

Matty was thorned between the euphoric feeling of his orgasm, his feelings, and the memory of Y/n crying on the couch when he came home after an exhausting day in the studio. He tried not to think about Prince Charming and his wishes to put him in his place. Instead, he let his right arm serve as a pillow for his head while he admired the ceiling.

Y/n and him had sex again. Y/n and him together. Those were the thoughts he chose to dive into. His hands ache for her skin, he wanted her close again. Matty tried to calm himself, Y/n was only meters away, and she was coming back. Y/n was coming back to his room, to him.

The idea only threatened when Y/n walk back inside the room and started to pick up her clothes that adored the floor of Matty’s room.

“Are you leaving?” Matty desperately asked.

Y/n stood in the middle of Matty’s room, with half of her clothes, looking at him. “Shouldn’t I?”

“If you’re going to your room…I’m going there too-” Matty let her know, standing up from his side of the bed, getting the sheets out of the way dramatically.

“Cute.” Y/n laughed at his actions.

Matty, frozen beside the bed, exclaimed, “Please…” Offering his hand to Y/n.

“Look who’s begging now.” Y/n said amused.

She didn’t take his hand, roaming around the other side of the bed. Y/n stared at his eyes, with the place where they had sex minutes ago in the middle, almost challenging Matty. She broke the eye contact to get under Matty’s sheet with grace. He couldn’t only admire.

Y/n pat on his side a few times, instructing him to get in. Matty followed shortly after, gaining a few laughs from her.

“Fuck, I’m not lying when I say I missed this…” Matty let her know, after her head fall into his chest.

The amount of times he thought about Y/n doing it again or the occasions she did years ago crossed his mind, and now were happening. He kissed her head repeatedly as a silent thanks.

“Fucking or cuddling?” Y/n bantered.

“Both?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you feeling better?” Matty asked, still worried about Y/n’s feelings.

She looked up towards his face. “So much better…thank you, Matty!”

“My pleasure.” He winked suggestively.

Y/n protested hitting him as a joke on his shoulder.

Matty let his arms rounded her, swallowing her in a big hug that lulled them to a deep sleep.

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The next day.

Matty woke up very early after a heated night. They woke each other up a few times in the middle of the night, not being able to be fully satisfied. So, he decided to let Y/n sleep for a bit longer until he had breakfast ready for her.

The singer was in the middle of meal prepping when the doorbell rang. He swore under his breath, he was hopping Y/n didn’t hear it and woke up. Matty ran as fast as he could towards the front door, opening it with all his force.

“Fuck no, go away, mate.” He spat when his eyes fell on the man at the other side.

“I want to talk with Y/n, not you.” Paul tried to stay calm.

Matty let a belly laugh out. “Well, she does not want to see you or speak to you.” He uttered his reasons to deny Paul the entrance to his house.

Matty went to close the door, even though Paul was quick and put his foot to prevent that. The lead man moved the wooden door agape once more.

“She can tell me that…what are you trying to do? Pretend to be the nice guy? You’re the asshole fucking around and leaving her alone-” Paul provoked Matty.

Matty tried with all his strength to not engaged on Paul’s game. He wanted to return to Y/n, that was kept him motivated against taking further actions. “I’m going to destroy your prince charming face if you don’t go the fuck away.” He threatened him.

“Such a man, ha? You can’t keep her, but you don’t want anyone to have her..” Paul was good at this, Matty bit his tongue.

“You’re pushing your chances, Paul. Leave my house!”

“It’s Y/n’s house as well.” Paul replied smugly. “I want to see her.” The man demanded.

“You would’ve thought about it when you were fucking another chick.” Matty exposed Paul’s actions, which took the aforementioned by surprise.

“She told you?”

Matty wasn’t going to exchange more words with Paul. “Go…away.”

“No.”

He felt his fuse run out, decided this time to punch Paul once and for all. “Fine, you asked for it.” Matty tried to move forward, but a hand on his arm coming from behind prevent him from fulfil his wishes.

Y/n stood beside Matty, looking without believing who was in front of them.

“Paul?”

“Hi, darlin’.” He said, like nothing had happened the night before.

“He was leaving.” Matty touched Y/n’s hand as a reassurance, as a way to tell her he was there.

Paul looked at their hands intertwined. “No, I want to talk with you.” Paul kept pushing.

“I told him you don’t want that-”

“Matty, please go inside. I’ll be there in a minute.” Y/n looked him in the eyes, squeezing his hand.

“Baby-” Matty protested, titling his head.

“I’ll be short, okay?”

Something inside her eyes communicated to him that she can manage with the douchebag. “Fine. Shout if you need me.” Matty finally gave in; looking at Paul, who looked back with a big winning smile.

“I will.” Y/n simply kissed his cheek, and let him returned inside.

Y/n waited for Paul to start talking, in reality she has nothing else to say. She didn’t understand how he had the face to appear on her house.

Paul went straight to the part that hurt his ego the most. “You told Matty about last night, Y/n?”

“I’m going to be brief, Paul.” She cut his speech. “I don’t have anything more to say apart from what I told you last night…in that bathroom. You left me alone for- I don’t even know for how long-”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. It’s all a misunderstanding.” He pulled a face as a cute, innocent puppy. She was not buying his facade any more. Paul showed his true colours the night before.

“What about Meredith? It’s a misunderstanding having your dick shoved down her, huh?” Y/n spat roughly. “Don’t take me for a fool, Paul.”

“Meredith? She wasn’t- The girl was…her name was-” He genuinely asked, making Y/n laugh sarcastically. He was truly an arsehole.

“Fucking hell, you don’t remember the names of the girls you shag.” Y/n stated.

Paul couldn’t fight against her accusations. “Y/n-”

“No, I don’t want to hear anything. I don’t care. You lost your chance.”

“So, what? You’re going back to the arsehole now?” Paul mentioned Matty with anger.

“That’s not your business, Paul. But for your information, that arsehole help me bring our daughter to this world and held me through the most horrible moments since I know him. Included last night. You don’t know him, you don’t know me, us…so stop talking shit! Bye, Paul.” Y/n stated her case and turned around without giving Paul time to react.

Y/n closed the door. Keeping her eyes shut, resting her forehead on the door, until she heard the scratching sound of his car wheels announcing Paul’s depart. Y/n turned around on her spot, adamant to walk towards the kitchen but stopped dead on her tracks. Matty was staring at her with a big smile.

“You think that highly of me?” He asked her, which made her rolled her eyes. “Y/n?” Matty tried again, smiling at her.

“Maybe…” Y/n blushed visibly.

“Oh, you do!” He affirmed, catching her when she tried to pass by him. “You’re so cute!” He kissed her all around her cute blushing face.

Y/n felt the embarrassment all over her body. “Stop it.” She demanded, still inside Matty’s embrace.

“You defended my honour…” He chanted too content.

Y/n looked up at him, crooking her eyebrow, “I don’t think he was a real threat to your honour, Matty.”

“No, but still.”

“Can we go and make breakfast, please?” Y/n tried to end the conversation, finally going to the kitchen.

Matty trailed behind her, saying, “Yes, my swordsman-Sorry, woman.”

“Idiot.” She faked to be annoyed.

“Are you okay?” Matty asked all of a sudden, returning to a more serious tone.

Y/n brushed him off, inspecting what Matty cooked for breakfast. “Yes, he’s an arsehole.” Y/n exclaimed.

“He definitely is. You deserve so much better.” The singer rounded her waist lovingly from behind.

“I don’t know…” Y/n couldn’t help to blush again. “Okay, breakfast, I’m starving!”

“Long night, huh?” Y/n laughed out loud at Matty’s seductive tone.

It was time for them to enjoy –finally– the morning together before Amelia returned home. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A few hours later…

An old episode of Brooklyn 99 was playing in the background, they paid attention to it from time to time when they weren’t making out on the couch. Jake was interviewing a victim, making her choose between suspects making them sing.

Matty’s left arm was around her shoulders. He threw his head back, screaming –not singing– the lyrics of the Backstreet Boys’ song. Making Y/n laughed loud. They were waiting for Grace to drop Amelia back home.

After the scene finished, Grace came through the living room door holding her goddaughter. The little girl wiggled out of her embrace when she saw her parents. They screamed and cheered for her, making space between their bodies.

“Hi, mel-mel!”

“Did you have fun with Grace?”

Matty and Y/n spoke at the same time, Amelia felt good with all the attention of her parents on her. The little girl moved her focus from one to the other. Exclaiming, a cheerful, “Yes!”

They cheered back. Grace looked at them sceptical, trying to understand what was going on. The fresh memory of Y/n’s state last night was a big contrast with this happy girl sitting on the couch. Grace wanted only the best for her, even though she couldn’t connect the both versions -the day before, and the one in front of her.

Grace opened her mouth to ask, but doing that implied breaking the happy bubble. A bubble that included Amelia. She wasn’t mean. So, she waited.

“How was she?” Y/n asked her best friend.

Y/n couldn’t help to feel a bit guilty about leaving Grace to take care of her daughter, even when she well knew it was for the girl’s and her own good.

Grace stared at her for a second. “Good, good…we ate dinosaur nuggets and chips, we saw Mulan…again. And then she slept like an angel, she’s truly the best.” She explained to Amelia’s parents, forgetting her doubts for a moment, just focusing on the little girl who smiled wide at her from the couch.

“Thanks for that, Grace.” Matty told her.

“It’s nothing…” Grace felt like a cat, paranoid, waiting for the moment to jump. “I love to help Y/n and spend time with Amelia”

Matty looked at Y/n, keeping his eyes on her, while Grace watched his point of attention. Weird, she thought. Y/n turned to look back at him, smiling when she noticed his eyes on her. Very peculiar, Grace sentenced inside her head.

“So, what did you do last night?” Grace interrupted their moment.

Y/n felt a hot feeling creeping from her chest towards her neck. Matty held a laughter and proceed to make an offer, “Do you want tea?” He asked suggestively, still looking at Y/n.

“Shut it.” Y/n tried to stop him.

“What?” Grace felt like she didn’t get the joke.

“I’m going to leave you ladies alone” Matty stated, kissing Amelia’s cheek and proceed to do the same with Y/n. “Bye, Grace!” He wiggled his eyebrows, moving from the couch.

“Daddy!” Amelia called for him.

“Yes, my dove?” He turned around.

“Daddy, daddy-” She slid from the couch, approaching his legs running.

“You want to come with me?” Matty asked down to her. Amelia said yes. “Okay, we’re going to start your training to be the biggest rock star…”

“Over my body, Healy.” Y/n joked.

“Nice name for her first song.” Matty winked at her, taking Amelia’s hand and leaving the room.

Y/n turned to gaze at Grace, who was still seated a few meters from the couch, on a puff couch, analysing her friend.

“Yes, Grace?”

“What the fuck?” Grace screamed without being able to hold it.

Y/n tried to play it cool. She knew she was going to tell her all the truth, but Y/n feared her best friend reaction. “What do you mean?”

“No!” She stood up. “You can’t play that card with me!”

“Which-”

“The dumb one. I repeat Y/n, what the actual fuck?”

“Grace-”

“No, nothing of ‘Grace’” She quoted on the air. “I took Amelia to my flat because you were a fucking mess-”

Y/n patently agreed with Grace. “Yes.”

“And now, I came back to this different you…” She continued explaining her point of view, moving her hands around Y/n’s form. “Cuddling Matty on the couch, laughing with Amelia…”

“Aha…”

Grace stared at Y/n. “So, explain, please!” She screamed again.

Y/n breath in deeply. That was the moment to tell her everything. “Are you done?” Grace shook her head as a signal for her to continue. “I’ve slept with Matty.” Y/n finally admitted.

Grace moved messily from the puff couch.“I’m leaving-” She in fact moved towards the living room door.

Y/n stopped her. “Grace!” Couldn’t help to laugh about her antics.

“You what?” Grace turned around asking.

“And Paul came this morning trying to apologize…” Y/n felt a rather strange calm washing over her.

“Did he? He dared to face you…in your house?” Grace wasn’t expecting this amount of information when she asked.

“Yes, Matty tried to make him go away…I heard, and then I told him my final thoughts, asked him to leave, closed the door on his face”

“Oh my god!” Grace screamed. “But, but- How did you go from crying to fucking your ex?” Grace rounded back to the main information.

Y/n shrugged her shoulders, smiling content, “It just happened, Grace.”

“But- what about…everything?” Grace was desperate to understand.

“I don’t know. I haven't thought about it…yet. I’m just enjoying it from the time being.”

“What if everything goes wrong?”

“I don’t know, Grace. I just know that I felt bad and Matty helped with it.” Y/n admitted.

Grace scoffed. “Yeah, I get that.”

Y/n laughed. “He was really sweet. He tried to stop it, but I insisted-”

“Whore!”

“Hey!”

“And?”

“What?”

“How was he?” Grace inquired her.

“So good…excellent…I-” Y/n threw her head back, remembering her orgasms.

“Are you delusional or is he that good?”

“He’s good, Grace.” Y/n kept her voice low, scared that Matty appear and hear her say it.

“Why I asked? I don’t want to know!” Grace shield her ears, crushing her body on the couch beside Y/n.

Y/n chuckled. “He said he missed me…”

“He’s good with words!”

“He sounded sincere.” Y/n stated. She had been thinking about it on and off during the entire day. Matty’s words and actions matched.

“I bet.” Grace was getting cynical.

“Don’t be an ass.” Y/n tried to warn her friend because she got pissed.

“Fine, fine. I’m just worried.” Grace admitted.

“I’m okay, Grace.”

“Yes, now but what if…”

“We’ll see.”

“So, how this continues…are you guys back?” Y/n shrugged her shoulders. “Are you just fucking around?”

“I don’t know…we can just call Matty back and…” Y/n started to get up, playfully suggesting it.

“Please, no…god!” Grace took her hand, bringing her close again.

“I really don’t have the answers.” Y/n shared with Grace. She didn’t and it was alright for now. All happened the day before, the night before, it was too soon to know yet.

“Aren’t you scared? After last night…”

“Matty is not Paul. I know Matty, I really know him…” Y/n was very sure of her words.

“Exactly, Y/n.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know his doings-”

“Don’t start with that. The time we saw each other -before having Amelia- he never.” Because Matty and her were in fact faithful to the other, even when they weren’t a formal couple.

“I just want you to be happy.” Grace said, exposing her wishes.

“I’m really content now…” Y/n tried to reassure her friend. It was cute from Grace to concerned about her.

“Yeah, I’d be too after a good round of orgasms!” Grace mocked Y/n.

“Grace!”

“You can’t deny it…”

Y/n laughed. “No, I can’t”

“Oh my god!” Grace hide her face behind her hands.

“Stop acting like a child!” Y/n accused her.

“Disgusting.”

“Idiot.”

“I guess- I want you and Amelia to be okay…” Grace stated, looking at the palm of her hands.

“I know, I appreciated that.” Y/n took one of Grace’s hands on hers.

“I still haven’t had the chance to talk with my own cousin…and I don’t plan to be nice. If the rat does something to you two-” Grace felt the temperature of her body raise.

“You’ll be here to support us, nothing more.”

“Yes, but I also will kick-”

“Nothing.”

“Okay, fine. Promise me to be careful!” Grace pleaded.

“When I wasn’t?”

“Don’t get me started on that…”

“Shut up.”

Grace decided to let the topic of Matty and Y/n go for now, she was still interested to know about his idiotic relative.

“Go back to the ding-dong of my cousin coming to apologize, please!”

Y/n continued to tell her the story without leaving details out.

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One month after, at the studio.

“Play it back” Matty instructed George to press play to the track they had been working on.

George – without turning his attention from the computer– obeyed Matty’s order. The frontman turned around, looking at Ross swing Amelia from side to side. Her daughter was a big distraction during one of the busiest days for them, but Matty didn’t really care. Amelia could mess all the process and he would smile.

Y/n had some errants to run through and asked Matty to take her with him, which he agreed happily. All the boys cheered for Amelia when they entered the studio.

Matty looked at his phone once more, checking the hour and his messages. Nothing from Y/n. He felt like his young self waiting for his crush to answer. She promised to drop by and spend some time at the studio with them after she finished with everything. Matty was waiting –impatiently– for her arrival.

Ross let his hair fall, hiding his face and falling all over Amelia’s little one. The girl laughed at Matty’s friend antics.

“You’re not paying attention….” George scolded him from his chair, still not looking at Matty.

“I am, I am..”

“Yeah, sure.” Gorge sarcastically said.

Matty rolled his eyes to the back of his head. “I’m paying attention, George.”

“So, tell me what you think about the change I just did…” He challenged the frontman.

Matty opened his eyes wide, looking up at George. They got themselves inside an eye battle. Matty looked down, defeated.

“Fuck-” He mumbled.

“Right.” George smugly said.

“Keep it…and play it back.”

When George let his digits direct the mouse around the complicated program in front of his eyes, Adam and Y/n made their appearance thought the studio door.

“Look how I found at the front door…” Adam said, suggestively, distracting the rest of his band and the little girl.

“Hey!” Matty cheered up, standing to come closer.

He knew he couldn’t kiss Y/n there, with his child and bandmates around. Y/n and Matty agreed to not tell anyone about this new state of theirs relationship. Just trying to keep Amelia’s sanity as the top priority.

The drummer groaned loud, clearly annoyed. “This is getting impossible.” He muttered.

“I can’t leave if you want, G.” Y/n offered him, signalling with her hand the door behind her.

“No, it’s not you, Y/n/n.” George let her know, scratching his eyes. He loved to have Amelia and Y/n around, he considered both of them part of the ‘the 1975 family’; although, he wanted to finish this song. They had a tight schedule for those few weeks before the big show. “Hi…” G saluted her, engulfing Y/n in a big hug.

“He’s stressing you?” Y/n questioned George barely loud, even when she knew everyone around could hear. She liked to tease Matty with his bandmates, it was a way to bond with them. A harmless way.

“Yes!” George protested.

Matty complained, joining the joke, “Oi!”

“He has his head else where…” George let her go, wiggling his eyebrows, “I’m going to take a piss.” G informed the room.

Y/n moved to the side, letting George exit the room. Y/n’s attention fall in Amelia playing with Ross and Adam. The cutest sight her eyes witnessed that day. She felt another pair of eyes looking at her. Y/n blushed, returning Matty’s look of fondness.

She allowed herself to lift her arm –without the guys noticing– to press quickly Matty’s hand; he returned the gesture.

“Hi, baby.” Matty whispered, kissing her cheek.

“Y/n, watch out…a bug is sucking your face!” Adam teased Matty. Knowing that Adam had his attention on them made the couple step a few feet apart.

Matty went to continue the bickering, “You are…?”

Y/n swiftly cut them, acknowledging the last member of the band she hadn’t had the chance to say hello to. “Hi, Ross!”

“Hello! Look who’s here, Ames!” The cute man lift Amelia on his lap, making her dance holding both of Ross’s hands. She cackled happy, which was contagious to everyone around.

“Hi, baby.” Y/n went to hold Amelia.

“Mommy!”

“Are you distracting all this fine boys?” Y/n dare to look around, at the same time George returned from his break.

“Yes!” Amelia answered without fully understanding the question. The whole band joined into a group laugh. The little girl wiggled out of her embrace, returning to be close to Ross.

Y/n’s sight fall on the computer, showing complicated patters. She felt guilty for distracting them and weighed the idea of bringing Amelia home. “I think we better get home…” She said out loud.

“No!” Matty protested. “Stay a little bit…you promised!” He insisted, making puppy eyes.

Adam supported the idea. “Yeah, stay, Y/n…we barely see you now days. Does this one…” He lifted his hand, pointing at Matty’s face. “...have you trapped in a big tower or what?”

“Piss off, Hann.” Matty shot back.

Y/n chew her lower lip, anxiously. “Are you sure? I don’t want to delay you-”

“Believe me, Y/n. We need you here.” Ross said sweetly. It was probably the biggest lie, because she wasn’t going to help with any of the production, but he was too nice to say the contrary.

“See?” Matty said to her.

“Come on, I’ll tell you all the surprises for the show…” Adam offered.

That piqued her interest. Matty hadn’t told her anything. “Will you?”

“Course not!” The frontman protested against.

Adam smiled. “Off course…yes, only for you, Y/n!” He let her know, only to mess with Matty.

“You’re going to spoil it for her…” Matty continued with his objection.

Y/n looked at Matty, sternly. “I mean- You haven’t invited me…” Y/n folded her arms.

“I did!” Matty exclaimed, not overly convinced.

He remembered talking about the show and all the hard work for it. Maybe he took for granted that she was going to be there. Matty feared the opposite, most of the surprises and new bits were thinking about Y/n’s likings.

“You did not, Healy!” Y/n stated.

“I think I did…but, anyway- Will you come to show, Y/n?”

Y/n stayed in silence for an instance, playing with his patience. “I have to see if I can manage to squeeze it on my agenda-” She finally said, winking at Adam.

“Y/n…” Matty warned her.

“Since you notified me on such a short notice…. I’ll think about it!” Y/n explained as if it was the reasonable response.

“I don’t like you.” Matty told her, returning to sit beside George. Giving her his back, which made Y/n laugh. Amelia did the same when she got angry.

“I really like her…” George spoke, still on his designated place in front of the big screen.

“Same!” Ross and Adam shout from the couch in unison.

“Oh my god!” Matty breathed out, Y/n laugh softly, massaging his shoulders sweetly.

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((Kitchen area))

“Fancy seeing you here…” Matty pestered Y/n, coming from behind her, rounding her form with his arms.

Y/n took a break from the madness of the studio after hours of hearing them bicker about the song. She excused herself, even though no one heard her. Matty noticed, instantly screaming he needed a bathroom break. He followed her like a lost puppy.

Since the new situation between them started, he grew enormously attached to her. He wanted to be on her presence almost every time. Matty was still scared she would come asking to be friends again. He tried to keep the thought buried.

“Matty, someone might see us.” Y/n protested, leaving the glass of water on the counter.

Matty didn’t care at the moment. He selfishly wanted her. “Mhm.” He breathed in her perfume, hiding his face on the back of her neck.

Y/n caressed his hands, trying to sound collected. “I’m serious.”

“I just need a kiss…” He sweetly asked for it, she chuckled. Sometimes he unarmed her with simple words or requests.

She turned around on his embrace, feeling at ease with him. Y/n let her hands go to his head. It was addictive to run his hands through the mope of curls he had on the top of it. So alike as Amelia’s, still different.

Matty moaned way too loud for being still at the studio.

“Shh!” Y/n shut him up.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, bringing his face closer to hers.

Brushing their lips together, feeling a strange force bringing her into his body, Y/n whispered, “We shouldn’t-”

“We definitely should.” Matty stated, pecking her lips shortly. “Couldn’t wait till we get home… I need you.” He said, biting her lower lip softly tugging it from its place. It was Y/n’s turn to moan.

Y/n didn’t wait anymore, bringing him closer by his head, kissing Matty. Her body pulsing, screaming for him to do more, to touch her more, where she needed him. “Matty-” She said on his lips.

“Tell me, baby.” He replied, sneaking his hands under her clothes.

“Please-” She groaned when his hands stopped under her bra.

Matty smiled, full of himself, enjoying having an effect on her. “What do you need, Y/n?”

“Touch me.” She begged.

Matty cheekily uttered, “I am touching you.”

“No-”

“No?”

“Under…”

“So needy and perfect…” Matty went to suck on her beck, while his hands found the fullness of his breasts.

“Yeah, yeah!”

Matty’s hands grew impatient. He wanted to feel her completely. With the idea imprinted on his head, one of his hands started the path towards her jeans. He unbuttoned them without a protest from Y/n, the opposite in fact.

When his hand come in contact with her clothed cunt, he could feel the material all wet and ruined by her arousal. “You’re so wet, baby…who got you this worked up?” Matty asked, kissing her cheek. Y/n couldn’t answer, too lost. “Who, Y/n?” He insisted, he needed to hear her say it.

“You, you…Matty, please-”

He continued, tracing the clothed path of her panties. Pressing on her clit not enough for Y/n’s liking, she needed more.

“Do you like watching me work?” He teased her. Matty caught Y/n’s sight focused on his fingers when George asked him to show what he was pointing out on his guitar.

“Aha-”

“Please tell me more, baby.” Matty supplicated now.

“Matty!” She screamed on his shoulder, feeling her insides burn. “The way you were touching that- damn…red guitar-” Y/n admitted for him.

“So naughty, with the rest of the band here-” He made sounds with his mouth, showing some sort of disappointment he wasn’t feeling. Matty felt incredible without knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her. All the time.

“I know…please, please, Matty.” Y/n was getting closer with only him touching her clit.

Matty was painfully hard inside his trousers, but he wanted Y/n to come before thinking about him.“You make the prettiest sounds, baby.” Matty admitted.

“Matty, where the fuck are you?” George started to shout from the other side of the closed kitchen door.

“Agh!” Matty groaned, taking his hand off Y/n’s body. “He’s the biggest cock block.” He spat.

“It’s okay. I should go…” Y/n said, trying to make herself presentable again.

Matty didn’t let her go. “It’s not” He pecked her neck. “I want you here.”

“I’ll be waiting at home…”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

“Matthew!” Now George and Adam started to scream from somewhere around the studio, close, way too close to the kitchen.

“I swear…they’re worse than Denise.” Matty rearranged her trousers to hide his hard on.

“Come on.” Y/n tried to push him off.

Matty wasn’t having it. At least, he needed a few more kiss before having to face more hours without her presence.

“Kiss me.” He deadpanned said.

“Last one.” Y/n declared, going for it.

After a few more smooches, they brook apart reluctantly, even though they had to part ways because the steps coming from outside were getting closer and closer.

The door flown opened, showing an agitated George. “Here yo- Oh!” He stopped his reprimand for Matty when he saw Y/n standing there too.

“I’m going to get Amelia.” Y/n said, leaving after touching Matty’s arm and sending George’s way a shy smile.

George kept his silence, looking at Matty blush visibly. G was ready to take the piss of Matty.

“Oh?!” He inquired Matt, still holding the handle of the door, pointing the way from Y/n left and his best friend simultaneously.

“Hold it!” Matty stopped him, passing by, exciting the room.

George followed him. “Okay!” He lifted his arms as a surrender.

“Don’t want to hear a-” Matty warned G.

“Fine.”

They continued the walking back to the studio. Matty felt incredible uncomfortable, meanwhile George was having the most fun of the situation, even when he didn’t know anything about it. He laughed during the entire short walk back.

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Home sweet home.

Matty shut the door closed after his arrival. The house was in complete silence. He tried not to make a single sound, scared to wake Amelia or Y/n. He hopped the mother of her child was waiting for him, although it was unbelievable late, so he would understand.

The lead singer climbed the stairs towards his room. At the top of the steps, his sight fell inevitable on Y/n’s room door. It was closed and there wasn’t light coming from underneath. His heart sank down into his stomach.

Since the night Y/n spend on his room she hadn’t returned to her own for none a single night. She spent it with him, inside his bed. And the fact that her room door was shut was strange because since no one sleep there, she left it open. There was no reason to close it, she chose to leave it opened.

Matty couldn’t build the strength to open it just to check. ‘Was she mad with me about something? Did I do something to upset Y/n?’, Matty couldn’t recall anything.

Defeated, with the idea of her not wanting to sleep intertwined with him, he made his way to his room. Stopping in the middle to kiss Amelia goodnight.

Matty opened the door of his room, not paying attention around him. It wasn’t until he clicked the light from his bedside table on that he noticed Y/n’s form under his comforter.

He sighted relived, at the same moment, Y/n turned around to look at him. “Hello.” He whispered.

She wasn’t happy with the disturbance. Y/n turned around, mumbling, “Hi.”

Matty got rid of his clothes, just leaving his boxers on. He swiftly got into bed, pressing his front on Y/n’s back, spooning her.

“Thought you went back to your room…” He communicated to her, rounding Y/n’s body tight, as if he was scared she was going to disappear.

“Feeling needy, Healy?”

“Yes, got scared for a hot second…”

“I’m here, babe.” She tried to calm him down, drawing circles on his wrist resting on top of her belly.

“Which makes me incredibly happy.”

“Soppy.” She teased him.

“Only for you, baby.” Matty let his nose moved behind her ear, showing his affection.

“Lucky me.” Y/n stated with her sleepy voice.

“Mhm.”

Y/n let her hand reach back, towards his curls. “You need to sleep.” She caressed them as best as she can while in that position.

“Are you staying right?” Matty scared asked, kissing her lifted arm.

“Yes, Matty. I’m not going anywhere.” Y/n comforted him, getting annoyed.

“Good.”

“Come on, big baby.” Y/n turned around, letting him cuddle with his head on her chest.

Matty tried to protest against her accusations. “I’m not-”

“Whatever.”

Matty pushed his cheek into the soft pillow her boobs were for his head. He felt how his body relaxed again.

“Y/n…?”

“Mhm?”

“Are you…you and Amelia…are you coming to the first show, right?”

“If you want us there, we will, Matty.” Y/n said with the last bit of strength she had.

“I want you there.”

“Okay.”

“Just sleep, Healy.” Y/n ended the conversation as sleep took over her.

Matty stayed awake for a few more minutes, enjoying holding Y/n for the time being. He felt a wave of emotions hitting him hard. Matty almost wanted to cry because of it. He held it back, instead whispering above her heart, “I love you.”

Scared, after saying it, he waited for Y/n to wake up and storm out. She didn’t move a muscle, her breath even from sleep. Matty breathed deeply.

One day he would be able to tell her; he fell asleep repeating it like a mantra.

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obsessedasusual · 1 year ago

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Lonely No More - Eight

Bishop Losa x OC Series

Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.

Warnings: swearing, feels, everything MC related really

Note: -2k hellloooooo!!!! When I tell you I have had the first half of this written since my last bloody upload I’m not kidding🫣🫣 I won’t try to defend myself, I’ll just leave this for you to chew on byeeeeee

It had been four days since the incident, as Amalia was now calling it.

Four days and she hadn’t heard from Bishop. She hadn’t been running past his house as usual, she had however heard a Harley ride past each morning and night. It seemed Bishop wasn’t swaying from his usual route to the club, just deciding to not stop in.

No texting, no calling, no notes.

Radio silence.

She had also been avoiding her brothers, which wasn’t hard. Angel had tried to call her once which she had ignored, instead flicking a text his way saying, sorry busy with work, will call you back, she hadn’t, and he hadn’t tried again.

She even turned the other way when she almost ran into Gilly at the grocery store the day prior. Instead pushing her cart down the aisle of baby bottles and nappies. She was sure she’d successfully dodged him and he hadn’t seen her. He had, but figured she wasn’t in the mood to talk and let her be.

Her mind was stuck on that night, replaying it over and over. It was obviously a mistake. Had to have been. There was no way he had meant to kiss her.

Her friend Zoe had been let in on the secret when she came knocking, worried about her best friend’s sudden dazed mood. Well… Zoe had been let in on how she had made out with a guy and it was great, amazing, fantastic but it was bad, terrible, never should have happened. The fact that the ‘guy’ was a slightly older President of a fucking outlaw club was conveniently left out.

“You can’t be this torn up over a kiss and not give me any details!” Zoe had pouted over a cup of coffee.

Amalia paced the length of her dining table, hands on her forehead in frustration, “it’s not the kiss that’s the issue! Well, okay it’s kind of the kiss but it’s more to do with who the kiss was with!”

“Which was who?”

“I… I can’t say,” Amalia sighed, “it was just with someone it really shouldn’t have been with and now he won’t talk to me and I don’t know what this means or what happens from here. Do I just ignore it too? What if I see him around? I mean, I’m definitely gonna see him around this town is only so big-“

“So he’s a local?”

“And if my brothers ever found out Jesus Christ they would have my head on a platter. They’d kill me! They would actually kill me. They’d never speak to me again-“

“I’m sure they’d be okay with it-“

“Ha! Okay with it? You don’t know my brothers, they’d hit the roof. Angel especially, oh shit Angel-“

“Okay! A! You need to stop and take a breather, seriously. Just talk to me. We can talk it out and work out what to do.” Zoe stood from her seat, gently touching Amalia’s arm and steering her toward a chair.

“Take a breath. Okay, why is this freaking you out so much?”

Amalia looked from her friend to the ground, “I shouldn’t be involved with him.”

“Could you tell me why? If you like him and he likes you-“

“He doesn’t like me, Zo,” she interrupted, mumbling slightly, “It was just a caught in the moment sort of thing. And, even if he did. We couldn’t be involved.”

Zoe sighed, “You’ve said that, but why?”

“It’s… complicated.” The Reyes sister was right. It was complicated.

“Is he a friend of Angel’s?” If she wasn’t going to give straight answers, Zoe was going to start guessing.

Instead of answering, Amalia hesitated before nodding slowly. A friend… kind of. His boss. His President.

“You said he wouldn’t talk to you, have you tried calling him?” Zoe suggested causing Amalia to look down and shake her head.

Zoe continued, “Maybe you should? A simple phone call and this could all be fixed.”

Amalia rested her forehead against her clasped hands and sighed heavily, barely listening to her friend.

“It’ll get sorted out, A. It’ll be okay.”

Four days on, and it still had yet to be “sorted out”.

Had she tried to call him?

No.

Had he tried to call her?

Also no.

That shouldn’t have been cause for concern. Afterall, they’d had many days go by without a phone call before. But that was before. Before everything turned to shit in Amalia’s mind.

Her mind decided to torture her each night when she attempted to get a full night’s rest, teasing her with made up images of Bishop with another woman on his lap at a club party. Quite happily lapping up the attention.

She was sure that wasn’t the case, and even if it was, so what? He could do as he wanted. He was a single man. He could hook up with whoever he wanted. So why did the thought fill the brunette with so much dread?

Another sleepless night eventually led to morning and Amalia dragged herself out of bed, begrudgingly threw on an office appropriate outfit, washed her face and took a deep breath to ready herself for another day of seemingly meaningless work.

The day passed slowly. Send an email, answer a call, read an email, stare blankly at a report that was due tomorrow, wonder why James from sales insisted on hitting ‘reply all’ on an all company email for his reply of:

Thanks,

James.

Her mind numbing train of thought was gratefully interrupted by the short vibration of her phone, the contact on screen reading, Angel

Heads up if you see pop, he’s in a pissy mood.

Relevant enough to not be suspicious, but Amalia knew her brother well enough to know this was an attempt to break the wall of silence she had put between them.

Same with Ez.

Came a second text. Amalia typed out her reply.

Any particular reason?

Dunno. Come to the club later.

Amalia internally groaned. The freaking club. Why couldn’t he suggest his place like a normal brother?

Not in much of a party mood.

Chill. I meant to talk to your little brother.

Oh. Well, stopping by EZ’s trailer was out of the way of the club.. kind of. She could probably be in and out without raising the attention of the President. And if her brother needed her, that had to take priority, right?

Fine. Be there after work.

Amalia’s stomach was in knots as she drew closer to the club.

‘Sneak in, sneak out, you’ll be fine.’ She kept reminding herself.

If she saw Bishop she had a plan; hold her head high and carry on like the mature adult she was.

Putting her car in park, she gripped her steering wheel and drew a deep breath.

Get out of the car, she thought to herself, get out and beeline for the trailer.

She did just that.

Walking as light on her feet as she could without looking like she was guilty of something to draw as little attention as possible, she kept her head down and made her play straight for the trailer.

Chucky spotted her from the office window and waved out excitedly, she waved back, but apart from the likeable oddball, it seemed there was no one else around.

Good.

It was quiet around EZ’s trailer, as it usually is. Amalia hoped it meant he was tucked up inside minding his own business and not with the guys in the clubhouse.

“EZ!” She called as she approached the door, tapping twice, “You in here?”

She could hear a rustling coming from inside along with a muffled, “Just a sec!”

More rustling followed before finally the small door swung open to reveal the smiling younger brother.

“Hey, A. What’s up?” EZ leaned out the door but didn’t make any move to actually remove himself from his trailer, resulting in him towering over his sister - more than usual.

She gave him a little smile and shrugged, “Just hadn’t seen you around for a bit. Thought I’d check in.”

If EZ wanted to call bullshit he didn’t, instead playfully rolling his eyes, “I’m good, A. Nothing new to report here.”

Amalia knew her brother well enough to know he was lying. But she also knew she couldn’t push him too much, he was like Angel in that way.

She nodded, “Okay well… do you wanna go grab a coffee or something? I could do with a little outing.”

That wasn’t a lie, she could really do with the distraction.

She registered footsteps approaching from behind as EZ replied, “Uh, nah I’m good. Sorry just…” he shrugged, “kinda caught up with something at the moment.”

His smile was forced this time, eyes shooting between her and Angel who had just graced them with his presence. She didn’t acknowledge the oldest brother, attention still on EZ.

“You sure you’re good, EZ?”

Angel piped up, “I heard coffee. I’m down. Be good for some… sibling bonding or some shit.”

Clearly beginning to feel like he was being interrogated, the youngest Reyes pursed his lips and looked between his two siblings.

“What is this?” He started, glaring between them, “Some kind of intervention? You two gossiping about me now?”

While Amalia prepared to defend herself, Angel just shrugged and spoke first, “You’ve been acting weird lately. Pissed all the time. Same with pop. We’re just wondering what’s going on.”

“There’s nothing going on,” EZ stressed, “God you two need your own lives. Honestly, I’m good. Now if you don’t mind…” he gestured to the trailer, “I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Wait, EZ-“ Amalia was cut off by the door swinging closed, taking her younger brother with it. She turned to Angel, “What was that?”

Angel shrugged and looked at the trailer, “He’s been like that for a few days. Doesn’t say much to me.”

Since their mother’s passing, Amalia had tried really hard not to step into the ‘overbearing mother figure’ role. It wasn’t her job. And her brothers were both adults, she couldn’t expect them to tell her every detail about their lives. But in situations like this, when she could clearly see something wasn’t right, the urge to dig grew stronger.

Not my circus, not my monkeys.

Angel nudged her and they began walking back to her car, Amalia noted they were absentmindedly taking the long way, close to the clubhouse.

“Do you think it’s club shit?” She questioned, clocking Angel shaking his head in her peripheral.

“Nah. Things are decent at the moment. I think it’s gotta be something to do with him and Pop.”

Amalia sighed, “And like always, we’re the last to hear about it.”

“Yup.”

While they continued their slow walk toward her car, Amalia could feel eyes on her from afar. Turning her head slightly she found her gaze locked with that of the Mayan President. Gee what a surprise.

She quickly reverted her gaze and let it drop to the ground in front of her. Angel came to a stop and leant against an old fence, Amalia following suit.

“What about you?” Angel questioned. She look at her brother confused before he continued, “Are you okay? Didn’t hear from you for a while. Not like you.”

Amalia took a deep breath and looked around the yard, catching Bishop’s eye again. Neither moved their gaze this time, locked in a staring battle that the Reyes sister was sure to lose, “I’m okay, Angel. Just had some work shit going on. Forgot what a work/life balance was for a second.”

She broke her stare with the President and turned to give her brother a small smile, “I am good, Angel. Promise.”

Liar.

Angel nodded, accepting her answer, “Good. I can’t deal with two fucked up siblings.”

She let out a snort, “Welcome to my life, ‘mano.”

He pushed her and began to walk away, calling over his shoulder, “I’m coming for food this week.”

“Only if you use your manners!” She retorted, laughing when he raised his middle finger in farewell.

Her eyes darted the yard once more, again locking with Bishop’s from the porch. Man had a real staring problem apparently.

So he can openly stare at me but can’t send a girl a text?

Again being the first to break eye contact she quickly turned and headed for her car, readying herself to once again hide away and overthink what Bishop’s staring could mean.

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girldragongizzard · 2 months ago

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Chapter 19: All the little Megnitudes

“I think, maybe, I just don’t understand what is physics anymore,” Kimberly says to Chapman, who is working hir way down the impromptu potluck buffet ahead of her, picking up vegetables and crackers to add to hir plate.

“What do you mean?” Chapman asks.

“Well, as Meg explained,” Kimberly says, apparently too distracted to put anything on her plate as she follows Chapman. “How the big dragon go in the small man then go in the smaller stomach of the monster thing, when the conservation of mass and energy? And for that matter, how the Meg fit in the princess? That’s not physics, is it? And yet there’s the pendant you made. Is it like hypercube shit?”

“No, there are no hypercubes involved,” Chapman says.

“But how?”

Chapman stops and gives her an even appraisal out of the corner of hir eye, and then asks, “How much of your life would you like to dedicate to exploring the explanation to all that?”

Kim, behind Kimberly, says, “Please, you two, don’t hold up the line.”

It’s late. Around 11:00 pm. And we’re all in the coffee shop, which has been converted once again to a meeting place for us, courtesy of Bri and Miriam.

It took a while for everyone to gather food from their fridges, prepare it to some degree, and bring it over. Several of us had wanted pizza, but all the pizza places were closed. And still are. They closed about mid afternoon, when it became clear that there was a huge city wide dragon fight going on, and people needed to figure out relatively safe places to be.

While that was going on, I’d been given access to my second-hand computer in the back, so that I could write up what I remember happening. That way everyone could read it and be informed, and I wouldn’t have to try to explain it with my utterly demolished tablet, or my inadequate personal vocabulary.

Most of my friends read it on their phones while cooking, or while riding on their way back downtown. And when everyone had finally arrived, Rhoda had played it for the rest on her phone using the same text to speech voice I use.

And I also just uploaded it to my blog, as is, along with all of my speculations as to what Säure might have been thinking and feeling as it had all gone down.

Ptarmigan is here, looking extremely worse for wear, but Wentin is not. My draconic best friends are outside, again. And their humans have joined us, as is now usual. Even Gary is here.

It’s actually maybe way too much for me, after today, but at least I’ve eaten a handful of celebratory steaks provided by Nathan. They’re petite sirloins he’d been saving for himself, but insisted that I should have.

And right now, I’m in my old corner, where I used to sit before my dracomorphosis, curled up beside my old favorite chair, which is now occupied by Rhoda.

And I’ve got a bowl of steaming hot Sky Between the Branches tea, and I’m focused on the sensations of letting that steam curl around my tongue and bringing it in to my Jacobson’s organ. It fills my head with visions of the deepest, most rotten woods I’ve ever visited. Which maybe would remind me of Wentin, except that I’ve actually spent more time in the woods with my parents than with it.

So I’m thinking of family.

I think I really do want to figure out how to go down and visit them, respectfully of the other dragons down there in Seattle, and let them and my sister know who I really am.

Everyone else here is talking to each other in small groups about how they survived the day, or participated in my plan, and filling in each other's gaps. Or, they’re speculating about how things are going to play out legally and politically from here.

I did manage to leave the park of ball fields before Säure’s helicopter did, indeed, deliver a fucking car. But I’d watched from a hiding place as they placed it in the middle of the park. It was an outright replacement of the vehicle that Joel, Anurak, and Wentin had destroyed.

There was no Säure to retrieve it, after the helicopter left, and I just turned and flew away myself.

It might still be there right now.

With Säure having called my name, I’m pretty sure everyone in the city knows I was involved in today’s events, but maybe not how.

If Rhoda’s no-bullshit field still extends to me, the fallout might be pretty light, actually. But nobody knows exactly what it’ll prevent.

Before she went to get her own food, Ptarmigan came up to me and put a hand on my back and said, “Whatever you’re thinking. Whatever you are worried about. Do not talk to the police. Ever. Never.”

So, I’m thinking a little bit about that, too. I’m a little baffled that she thought to say that right when I was considering whether or not to answer their questions should they come looking for me. And I really don’t know if I’ll follow her advice. But I feel like I should.

Right now, though, I really don’t feel like talking to anybody.

I want to make sure that my people are OK and safe, which is why I’m even here. But I think I’m actually feeling shaky, not physically but mentally, and maybe I should find some place quiet to be instead.

But I also don’t want to be alone. I need Rhoda near me, and maybe Chapman.

What I should do, at some point, is go out and be with the dragons who are visiting my territory. Astraia, Anurak, and Joel deserve my acknowledgement at the very least, and I should figure out how it is that we dragons can actually socialize with each other.

I know that those three have developed an understanding between each other that I’m not actually a part of, that I don’t get. I’m not even sure how and when it formed. But I appreciate it. It reassures me.

Seeing the partial silhouettes of them, occluded by the reflections in the windows, lounging out on the street corner together under the streetlight, studiously ignoring any passing car together, reminds me of watching children clamber all over Joel in his park. It’s a welcome new normal, even if it isn’t mine.

But, after today, I’m uncertain of just about everything. At least at the moment.

I watched a person die.

Someone I’ve repeatedly visualized killing myself, over and over.

And I’m old enough, I’ve lived amongst humans long enough, that I’ve heard all of the arguments for and against the death of a person like him, whether he was human or not. And my own personal feeling is that it doesn’t matter that he wasn’t a human.

Ultimately, we all die. Even if we’re immortal, it seems. The Artists all love to say they maybe die more often than humans do. And we don’t really know about dragons, but we suspect we’re like the Artists that way. Maybe humans are too, actually. Reincarnation is a thing some of them dream about. I’ve been over that before. But it was going to happen to Säure sooner or later, anyway, and I wasn’t the one to make it happen.

And now I can’t be. Wentin stole that from me. Or saved me from doing it.

More importantly, I think Wentin saved me from walking into Säure’s trap.

No matter how hard I tried – no matter how impervious to his attacks I seemed to be – no matter how much help I had from my community to face him – I was just so underpowered in the face of his shadow.

All I could really ever do was scream loud enough to distract him, and flee when he came for me.

And I’m not even sure why I was capable of doing even that much.

It makes me feel small and weak. Smaller than a human, at the moment, though I’m pretty sure that’s my C-PTSD exaggerating things.

Despite the physical contact of Rhoda lazily scratching and stroking the top of my skull, I simultaneously feel less and less like I’m able to move while having the intense urge to turn and run up the wall to get away from everything.

Ptarmigan puts down her plate, leaning over in her chair to look closer at me and says, “Hey.”

I don’t think I even twitch to look at her better.

“Hey, Meghan,” she says softly in her deep baritone, and gets up to come over to me.

Rhoda responds by putting her palm flat on my head, in a protective feeling gesture, and frowns, but doesn’t say or do anything else.

“Meghan,” Ptarmigan says again, and the room quiets down as everyone notices this exchange happening. “Meghan. You’re going to have one hell of a nightmare tonight. And it’s probably going to haunt you for a while. But it won’t be Wentin, Meghan. Remember that. It won’t be Wentin. It’ll just be you and your brain. Got it?”

I manage to raise my head under Rhoda’s hand to look Ptarmigan right in the eyes. It would transfix us if she were human, and lock us in a challenge if we were dragons. But she just smiles.

“What do you want, Ptarmigan?” Rhoda asks.

Ptarmigan points at me while looking at her, and says, “Meghan’s in shock. I don’t think it’s bad enough to kill her or make her very sick, though you should watch her for sure, and maybe give her some heat and fluids. But today was ultratraumatic for her, and I’m just reassuring her. Wentin is out of the picture now. At least, for the foreseeable future. It left.”

“I don’t understand what you’re getting at,” Rhoda tells her.

So Ptarmigan stands up and looks down at her with furrowed brows, “Maybe try hearing my words without putting subtext into them. What I want is irrelevant here. I’m helping Meghan. I’m telling you how to help her some more. And now I’m walking away. And that’s all that needs to happen between us. But maybe give Chapman more charity than that.”

And then Ptarmigan turns and walks away, past her chair and food, around and through the others, and out the door into the night.

I turn my head to look more clearly at Rhoda with my left eye, and I see her watching Chapman, who’s visible in my right eye.

After watching Ptarmigan go, Chapman’s resumed talking intensely with Kimberly, and when I pay attention to their words I find out they’re discussing shapeshifting in more detail, with mention of what sounds like definitive plans.

“Mm,” I hear Rhoda vocalize.

“Hey,” Cerce says, having come over with Jill in tow. “We were just looking up how to treat a lizard that’s in shock, and I don’t know if any of it is right for you. But heat really is like one of the biggest things. We can turn up the thermostat, and you really should drink your tea while it’s still warm.”

“Are you doing OK, Meg?” Jill asks.

Rhoda looks down at me and says, “She does feel colder than usual.”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of that thermostat,” Cerce says and turns to go and do that.

“What can I do?” Jill asks, looking at me first, then Rhoda.

“If you can get Chapman to come over here for me, that would be good,” Rhoda says in a low and very controlled voice. “Tell hir what’s up.”

I am just too tired for this, so I put my head back down.

I do notice that everyone else is starting to watch me more closely, glancing my way during their conversations or between bites of food. And Nathan gets up from where he’s at to come over and sit more closely, but he doesn’t say anything.

Then Chapman does come over with Jill behind hir, and kneels down beside my head and holds hir hand out. But sie asks Rhoda, “May I?”

Rhoda just nods.

Then Chapman asks me, “Meg, can I scan you, please?”

I slowly close my eyes in an affirmative.

And sie nods and puts hir wrists together, and I feel that shift.

Chapman stands up quickly and turns to the rest of the cafe to ask, “Does anybody have any dry erase markers? I’ll take a sharpie if you don’t, but I need them right now.”

Kim drops her food onto a table to get up and run to the front counter.

I think I fall asleep at that point.

—

Ptarmigan was right, it’s not Wentin.

It turns out that Säure really does still exist, and he’s on the moon with me, chasing me and terrorizing the moon dragons.

Always, at night, in my head, and when I’m awake, too. He’s become an indelible part of my story and I can’t get him out.

He can never catch me in my nightmares, because I’ve been trained too well.

But he doesn’t have to.

Because I have him.

—

When I awaken, I’m in the same spot I last remember being. Because, of course, no one who can fit in the cafe is strong enough to move me.

Rhoda is still in the chair, and Chapman is sitting talking to her. I can sense this even before I open my eyes.

“What do your other tattoos do?” Rhoda is asking, to my left, above me.

To my right and in front of me comes Chapman’s maple syrup voice, at about the height it would be if sie was sitting, “A lot of emergency stuff that rarely comes up.” I hear hir chair scrape briefly against the floor, and feel it through the floor, too. “This one, for instance,” I imagine hir lifting up the side of hir shirt. “If I touch an activator to it, it will give my body the kind of electric shock needed to restart my stalled heart.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“When I’m not having a heart attack? It is.”

“Why did you show that one to me?”

“Trust.”

Rhoda grunts.

“You’re probably right not to trust Artists, Rhoda,” Chapman says. “You weren’t too far wrong, any time you’ve criticized us, or warned Meghan about what we are. At least, the times you did so in front of me. We play at being mortal when we take our physical bodies, but we can’t really understand it. If we have no other memories, we at least always remember what we are. And that informs everything we do.”

“Then why are you convincing me to trust you?” she asks.

“I’m not. I’m putting my trust in you, Rhoda. Like it or not, you’re an anomaly, and a really powerful one,” Chapman explains. “I expect you’ll be as fleeting as any other human, but while you’re here you’ll change everything around you. You already are. And that’s going to draw more attention.”

“I do not like the sound of that. I do not want attention.”

“Right,” Chapman says. “So, I want to teach you how to avoid it. I want to show you what you can do to fend off Artists you don’t want to have anything to do with, starting with myself. And if you do it right, you might not even have to think about it much.”

“Hm,” she grunts.

And then there’s a knock at the door. One made by a large, confident fist, but not urgent.

I lift my head and open my eyes to see that we’re the only three in the cafe with darkened lights. Everyone else has left.

And through the windows, I can see a huge, dark form of something with wings and horns hunched over just outside the door.

Chapman is glancing that way, too.

But Rhoda lays a hand on the top of my head and says, “Hey, Meghan. How are you feeling?”

“I’ll get the door,” Chapman says. “It’s the Poet.”

“Fenmere?” Rhoda asks.

“Yep,” Chapman confirms.

“The Worm.”

“Yeah. That’s… that’s kind of her thing, she’ll have to explain if you want to know.”

“Not sure I do.”

“I’ll leave it up to you, but we really should talk to her and debrief each other.”

“Fine.”

Chapman gets up to go open the door.

“Bri left me with the key,” Rhoda says to me. “I get to lock up when we’re done here. Which we should be, now that you’re awake.”

I don’t feel like talking yet, so I slow blink at her and let out a low infrasonic rumble. And I look at myself and see dry erase temporary tattoos of weird circuitry all over the back of my torso, between my wings.

I do feel warmer and more energized than before.

I wonder if this is really why Rhoda is even talking to Chapman right now. But, am I that important to her? She really does have her own thing she needs to figure out, too, and it seemed like they were talking about that, mostly.

Whatever. I remember that Chapman and I have time that maybe Rhoda doesn’t have. I know where my priorities lie currently, if Rhoda continues to reject Chapman. And I know Chapman would agree. Sie’s told me as much.

I give a big sigh as I watch the Poet squeeze through the door in what should be an impossible way. She’s way too big for it.

“But I guess we’ve got another guest,” Rhoda says.

And with a voice that sounds to me like an electric sander being applied to an oak desk, but with a distinctly feminine lisp, Fenmere tells Chapman, “Thank you for helping me put that fool to rest, dear Physicist. I owe a debt of gratitude to Meghan and Wentin as well. I’ve been watching that family carve up and devour the county for over a hundred years now, and I can’t bear to see the likes of him in control of what they’ve seized.”

“Well, come all the way on in, Fen, and tell Meghan that yourself,” Chapman says. “She’s right over here.”

Rhoda lets out a big, long sigh.

Fenmere walks kind of like a gorilla, with big, strong, powerful arms on brachiating shoulders, but fat saurian rear legs. Her bat-like wings are set right where a human’s shoulder blades would be, between her arms’ shoulders and her spine. It’s an anatomy that makes absolutely no sense, and would probably be useless for flying, but they are fairly big wings anyway. And we dragons really don’t always make any sort of biological sense.

Her hide looks like a fine moss, and she has belly scales like mine that are the color of bleached wood. Where her skin shows, such as her wings, it looks like algae stretched out over the surface of water.

Her head looks like an evenly applied morph between that of an alligator and a horse, but with two tusks jutting up in front of her huge nostrils with an impressive underbite. And she has tufts of white, Spanish moss textured hair at the end of her chin and the tip of her tail, and as a big glorious shaggy mullet crowning her head. Two long, thin horns, straighter than mine jut out from the back of her skull.

And she has the ability to talk without opening her mouth any significant amount.

“Meghan,” she says in that voice.

Rhoda and I were told that Artists could be any type of animal, including dragons, but for some reason I’d thought that Fenmere’s cartoon caricature of herself wasn’t an actual self portrait. But, apparently, it is.

Fenmere settles down on her haunches before me, and I lift my head to acknowledge her. Her thighs do That Thing. They’re so round. And she barely fits between the tables of the coffee shop. I suspect she’s bending space somehow, honestly.

I can’t begin to imagine how that’s a power of being the Poet. But I’ve now seen some dragons do some pretty amazingly weird things.

“I’ve been reading your blog,” she says. “I’m a big fan, and as a fellow dragon I’ve found your experiences fascinating.”

I want to ask her so many questions, beginning with how long she’s had this form of a dragon. But I don’t have my tablet anymore, and I don’t have the vocabulary to do so. So, I just slowly bow my head and bring it back up in acknowledgement.

“However, I have to ask,” she tilts her head a little to the side. “I know you can’t explain it now. But maybe please do write about it in your next post. You’ve invented a delightful word but failed to elaborate.” She rests her foreclaws on her knees and leans forward a little, furrowing a brow that’s nearly as expressive as a human’s. “Can you please tell me what a Megnitude is?”

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