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makeitmingi · 1 year ago

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 17]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.1K

The kitchen crew left a little later than usual, having to prepare for a little more extravagant dinner last minute. Yunho knew that he would have to properly thank them for what they did. Hongjoong, Yeosang, Mingi and San stayed a little later than normal too, to help clean up the place just a tad more.

"Why am I nervous?" Yunho asked himself. He couldn't seem to calm his anxious heart down so he drove back to the restaurant, hoping to distract himself with a task there.

What he didn't expect was to see the kitchen lights on and hear someone bustling around.

"(Y/n)?" Yunho blinked in surprise, pausing at the doorway. You were in your own world again, music blasting in your ears as you worked on your dish in front of you with a focussed frown on your face.

"(Y/n)." He called out a little louder this time, not wanting to surprise you like last time.

"(Y/n)." He repeated, randomly sliding a spoon your way. You looked up as the spoon came into your view.

"Oh, Yunho. What are you doing here?" You straightened up, removing one AirPod, just as confused about his presence as he was with yours. He offered a small smile in reply and a tiny wave.

"Couldn't seem to sit still. What about you? Shouldn't you be resting before dinner service?" Yunho asked. You merely shrugged in reply, returning back to what you were doing. Yunho watched on curiously, seeing you marinate meat.

"Grab a stool and sit. Unless you're planning to stand the entire way?" You spoke. Yunho went out to grab a spare foldable chair, making sure he wasn't in your way.

"Are you nervous?" Yunho suddenly asked. He watched your hands pause for a split second before continuing.

"No. Are you?" You questioned back.

"I think so." He replied honestly, letting out a small sigh. Silence hung in the air of the kitchen for a while, only the sound of you massaging the marinade into the meat was heard.

"Why?" You continued the conversation, removing your gloves and round the counter to grab the pressure cooker.

"I don't know... I... I encouraged my parents to come. They've been nothing but supportive in regard to this... But..." Yunho trailed off.

"You still haven't felt like you've succeeded and made them proud? Despite them telling you otherwise. Especially since you opened this with your late grandmother's money?" You finished. Yunho's eyes widened slightly, you were spot on. That was exactly how he felt without being able to word it.

"That's right..." He rubbed the back of his head. You had now moved to the stove, closing the pressure cooker lid and turning on the flame, setting the right pressure for the meat.

"I know it's dumb."

"No, it's not. It's completely normal to feel that way." You said, coming back to where he was.

Casting a glance over at Yunho and seeing his sad face tugged at your heart a little. You put your knife down on the board.

"Yunho, let me be real with you. At that point, you're the only one that can change the way you feel. No amount of comforting or assurance will remove that nervousness." You told him.

"Do you think you've done anything worthy of shame in opening this restaurant?" You asked.

"No, I don't. I feel like I've poured my heart and soul into opening this place into the dream that I had with my grandmother." Yunho said. All the effort from himself and his friends to put this place together, there wasn't an ounce of regret in it.

"Then? Do you feel like you've wasted your grandmother's money in this?" Yunho shook his head. If anything, he wished his grandmother could see what he's done with the place.

"But there's still things I could have done better. If only I had known from the start..." He sighed.

"Of course. There are always things to improve on. But you're learning, this is a learning process. I told you that when you opened."

Yunho remembers fondly, you helping him when he hid in the walk in, nervous and worried of what could go wrong on opening day. You gave him courage.

"There's still a lot of things you will learn and improve on in the future. It won't always be smooth sailing." You said.

"But you just have to keep going and take them head on. That's what you're good at, right?" You let out a small chuckle. Yunho's head shot up as a grin formed on his face. You were right, once again, he had to keep going. He couldn't let the negative thoughts cloud his head and affect his performance.

"Did someone tell you that? To keep going." Yunho asked curiously.

"My mother. She used to tell me that while we worked in the kitchen. Every cut, burn, fail, she told me to just keep going." You replied, picking up your knife.

"She sounds like an amazing person." Yunho said kindly. You didn't reply to that, merely letting out a hum.

"I guess I'm also nervous with the other parents coming too, I feel responsible for the 'careers' of their sons. They could be doing other things out there but they may feel 'stuck' here with me."

"I know how you feel." You said.

"You do?"

"Every kitchen I've been in, I've had Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho with me. You've seen how talented they are. They could easily have secured a position at top restaurants. And yet, they give up so many offers to be with me." You explained.

"Because you're a good leader, (y/n). In many ways, you've given them so many opportunities I'm sure are not present in those professional kitchens out there." Yunho said.

"That may be true. But they could be earning more, have a stable job position, gain accolades." You shrugged.

"How do you overcome that feeling?"

"You don't... Until today, I always tell them that they can leave if they want to, I won't be mad. But they're stubborn, they always call me ridiculous." You had a soft smile on your face as you spoke.

"However, because of that, I know I can count on them and rely on them. I couldn't ask for a better team." You said.

"I feel the same about my friends. I'm so glad I have them with me, doing this with me."

"Then take each moment you have with them. Focus on what you have now, the confidence and faith you have in them. There'll always be 'what if's and doubts. It's a part of life. Every day, I ask Seonghwa why he's still with me. And after so many years, he still hits me on the back of my head for asking." You chuckled.

"I'm sure you're the same with Mingi." You said. Yunho nodded.

"He's been with me all the way, through everything that's happened in my life. The good and the bad." Yunho reminisced the memories of him and Mingi in middle school.

"So what are you making? I saw the list with everyone else's names on their dish." Yunho asked.

"Galbi tortelloni in seolleongtang broth with egg garnish and flavoured oils." You replied, walking into the pantry.

"Wow." Was all Yunho could say in reply. You hummed, cutting open the bag of gochugaru and pouring out what you needed onto the weighing scale.

"What's all that gochugaru for?"

"One of the oils is Korean chili oil. Take gochugaru, fry it in beef tallow then drain it." You said, going to the stove.

"Bring that over, please?" You requested. Yunho jumped to his feet immediately, bringing over the metal bowl with the gochugaru inside. You added some minced ginger into the mix and heated up the beef tallow, letting it melt and get hot.

"What other kind of flavoured oil are you making?" Yunho asked as you stirred the gochugaru in the melted beef fat to heat up.

"Spring onion oil. Just makes it fancy instead of sprinkling spring onions on top to garnish." You shrugged. Yunho nodded, watching you with interest.

"Now we turn off the heat and let that steep for 15 minutes then we drain it." You said.

"What are you going to work on now?" Yunho trailed behind you, following you back to the bench.

"We're going to make pasta." You retrieved a large metal bowl to hold all the ingredients that you were going to procure. It warmed Yunho's heart at how you naturally just said 'we' instead of 'me' or 'I'.

It seems like you didn't even notice it, just including him in without him having to offer his help as if it was second nature. He would never want to point it out and make you feel self conscious. And risk you stopping that habit, he liked that it was a sign you trusted him enough to rely on him comfortably.

"Eggs, oil, salt, tipo 00 flour." You placed the bowl of ingredients down on the bench.

"What po?" He tilted his head.

"Tipo 00 flour. It means that it is milled a lot finer than regular flour. It's made from softer types of wheat, giving it more protein and less gluten." You explained.

"Cool." He watched you accurately measure out the ingredients so the proportions will be right.

"Learning for to make fresh pasta or noodles in general has been one of the biggest game changers for me in culinary." You told him.

"Is all pasta made like this?" Yunho bent down next to you.

"Not really. Some use semolina or semola flour, which is hard durum wheat. It gives a tough texture, I use it if I want the pasta to keep it's shape like macaroni. But since I want to shape this pasta, I do it this way to get a softer dough that easier to work with."

"Wait, you're going to put galbi in the pasta?" Yunho's eyes widened. You nodded your head.

"That's why I have galbi jjim cooking in the pressure cooker. I'm going put chunks of meat inside. I also have seolleongtang cooking for as long as I have to make a rich broth." You pointed.

"Does cooking it in the pressure cooker make it taste better?" He knew his mother and grandmother used to use one too.

"Not exactly. I just don't have time to let it slow cook to soften. So using a pressure cooker speeds it up."

"I can't wait to taste the dish, (y/n)." Yunho grinned excitedly. You couldn't help but throw your head back in laughter. He was acting like the customer, not the owner.

"This is for the diners tonight." You shook your head.

"Well, I've got to eat too. Plus, you can't cook galbi jjim and not let me have some when you know it is my favourite. That's just being cruel." He pouted. Once again, you didn't know what came over you as you reached out to pat Yunho's head. It didn't help that his seated position made his height more reachable.

"I'm sorry! That really just keeps happening." You retracted your hand as realisation hit you. Yunho smiled softly, boldly reaching out to grab your wrist. He placed it on top of his head.

"I told you before. Don't apologise. I'm fine with it." He laughed. Yunho felt your hand just sit there for a bit.

But then, you moved. Your fingers gently carded through his hair as you stroked his head.

"Luckily I haven't started touching the flour yet." You commented.

"I'll be fine with that too." He said kindly. It was weird to describe, you've never really initiated physical contact with those outside your circle. But feeling Yunho lean into your touch made you soften.

"You're too kind, Yunho." You chuckled, pulling away and going to wash your hands so you could handle food again.

"I liked it so it wasn't me sacrificing anything." Yunho confessed shyly, his ears red.

You went back to work with Yunho accompanying you. You filtered out the chili oil and made the pasta dough, setting it aside to rest. Yunho had helped you with the hand kneading of the dough, even if it did take him a while to get the technique right.

"Here, try it. It's not done but we're getting there." You handed him a small bowl of the seolleongtang after having skimmed the impurities away from the top.

"Smells good." He leaned in to take a whiff. Yunho brought the bowl to his lips and took a sip.

"It's amazing. It's so good." He said, tasting the rich broth on his tongue. Yet, it wasn't too heavy or greasy.

"Hang on, taste it like this." You drizzled some chili oil and the green onion oil over the top. You looked at Yunho expectantly as he took another sip of the broth, now with the add ons.

"Now, tell me what you taste." You encouraged.

"The chili oil coats your tongue first, adding heat to cut the richness of the broth. Then you taste the green onion oil, it gives a fresh after taste."

"That's the intention." You smiled, happy with his answer. Yunho slowly drank the rest of the broth, wanting to savour the taste. His eyes still followed you as you moved around the kitchen to prepare. You made the egg garnish that will go on top of the dish, setting it aside for later.

"Take a break, (y/n). You've been on your feet for so long, take a seat." Yunho said, bringing his now empty bowl to sink to wash.

"Once I'm done with this." You replied. You rolled up the sheets of egg yolk and sliced it with your knife, doing the same with the sheets of egg white, to form noodle like strands.

"Yunho?" You turned around and saw that he wasn't there anymore. Leaving the kitchen, you found him outside.

"I made you a hot chocolate." Yunho blinked with the cup in his hand, about to bring it in to you.

"Not coffee?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Seonghwa hyung told us not to feed you too much caffeine..." He revealed with a wince. You rolled your eyes, mentally cursing Seonghwa for coming between you and your coffee.

"Thanks." You mumbled to show your unhappiness but gratefulness nonetheless. Yunho laughed at how grumpy you were when he told you what Seonghwa did. It was like you were trying not to throw a tantrum in front of him.

You sat at one of the side tables together, enjoying a short break and your drinks. Yunho sat opposite you, drinking his iced chocolate in solidarity with you.

"You can have coffee, you know?" You raised an eyebrow.

"It's okay. I don't mind this and I wouldn't want to tempt you to drink coffee." Yunho smiled. Gosh, he was too nice for his own good.

Your phone rang and you held the device, seeing Wooyoung calling you. Looking up at Yunho, he blinked back in confusion. You answered the call, sliding the phone to him.

"Yah! Where are you?!"

"Umm... Hi, Wooyoung." Yunho replied hesitantly while you looked out the window innocently, not wanting to be a part of this.

"... Yunho? Is that you? Why are you answering (y/n)'s phone? Where is she?"

"Hi. Yes, it is me. (y/n) handed the phone to me after answering so I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say... We're both currently at the restaurant actually." Yunho spoke, a little worried with how Wooyoung was yelling but you seemed unaffected by it. Almost like you were used to this.

"Wait, wait. You're both at the restaurant? Did you even leave at all? I know (y/n) did because we dropped her home."

"Oh, I did. Don't worry. I just came in early and bumped into (y/n), who was already here. Do you... want to talk to her?" Yunho asked. You shook your head, mouthing 'no'.

"It's fine, she's probably hiding so she doesn't get in trouble. We're here to pick her up but I came upstairs to find her apartment empty."

"I see." Yunho looked at you with wide eyes and panic. You were stifling your laugh with your fist.

"Yah, (y/l/n) (y/n), I know you're listening now. Don't think you can use Yunho as a shield. You're gonna get it from us, especially Seonghwa hyung. Thanks, Yunho. We'll be there in a bit."

"Alright. See you." Yunho said and Wooyoung hung up. You let out a sigh. The boys wouldn't have let you come in early to prepare if they knew, worrying about you and wanting you to get enough rest. So you snuck here.

"Okay, Yunho. So you gotta protect me when the 3 come in here." You put your hands together.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). But all 3 of them scare me in some way." Yunho said.

"That's betrayal right there. Aren't golden retrievers supposed to be loyal and protective?" You asked jokingly, making Yunho shoot you a flat look.

"Why didn't you tell them you were coming here early to prep? They must have been worried." Yunho asked.

"Well, if I told them, they wouldn't let me come. Some times, I just want to cook. It's my own form of relaxation and doing it alone grounds me, brings me peace." You said.

"But they see it as me overworking." You scoffed. Any distraction away from your parents would suffice for you.

"They're just being good friends that are concerned about you." Yunho said. He knew how they felt because he would be concerned about you too. His words reminded you of Seonghwa's words this morning, him telling you how genuinely worried Yunho was about you when you called in 'sick'.

"Thank you for being a good friend and worrying about me, Yunho. But I'm okay, don't worry." You smiled softly, grateful that he openly cared for you even if you were new friends.

"I'm glad to hear that." He returned the affectionate smile. You looked out the window, leaning on your hand.

"If I had known you wanted to cook alone to get some peace, I would have come outside a lot earlier. I hope I didn't bother you." He said.

"You know what, I did get peace. I think I liked having you there with me in the kitchen." You confessed. If Yunho was shocked by your words, he didn't show it.

"Really? I wasn't too distracting?"

"Not at all. I thought I wanted to be alone. But you being there made me realise how much I didn't want to be alone. And when you left the kitchen first, I just hated the idea of being left on my own."

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memento-morri-writes · 3 months ago

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whumpril day four: threat - "carrion"

(aka Carrion Backstory Chapter 1 - "Carrion")

Chapter 1 [+ author commentary] / Chapter 2 [+ author commentary] / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 [+ author commentary] / [+ read the whole thing on ao3]

Here it is!! The backstory of how Carrion got his name, in full! I haven't shared any piece of this before, and I'm super fucking proud of this one. I'm very curious to see how people who aren't me or the DM interpret this scene, so please tell me your theories! (@whumpril) pov: Carrion | Reverence wordcount: 2.5k character(s): Carrion Vice (D&D), Orion, Beren (NPCs) canon status: canon, backstory vignette trigger warnings: violence, uncertain character death, being left for dead, discussions of unpleasant ways to die. summary: Having recently been told that there is no way to cure the (presumed fatal) Delirium corruption afflicting him, Reverence's mood sours, with potentially fatal consequences.

Reverence hung back, allowing his horse to slow as the group rode along the lonely mountain path. Barely wide enough for their wagons, and with scraggly underbrush creeping in on the edges, it could hardly be called a road. A few days earlier, when they first came across the path, they’d almost missed it. The signpost had rotten and fallen to the ground, and if not for the map Theodore had bought, they likely would have ridden right past it.

A part of him wished they had. If they had missed the path, maybe there would still be hope. Maybe his friends wouldn’t be avoiding him. He glanced up, shooting a glare at the small huddle of horses several yards ahead. They quickly looked away.

It had been like this all day, ever since they left the healer’s home early that morning: Reverence keeping his distance while the others whispered and stared. He didn’t have to be close enough to hear them to know what they were saying. How long before he turns? What if he attacks us? Is it safe to keep him around? The same questions were repeating in his mind, over and over again until they lost all meaning.

This branch of the Silver Order – Theodore’s branch – had been on the road for months. They had originally set out to investigate reports of a non-Academy mage illegally studying Delirium. They’d found him, and confiscated the Delirium, intending to take it home to be destroyed. But along the way, something had gone wrong.

Reverence closed his eyes, thinking back to that day. He and a young man named Orion, barely old enough to join the Order, had been tasked with guarding the stone. Orion, having been watching the horses during the Delirium raid, begged Reverence to let him take a peek at it. Eventually Reverence had relented, as long as Orion promised not to touch the crystal. What harm could one glance do?

Quite a lot apparently. As soon as Orion had lifted the lid of the lead-lined chest holding the crystal, Reverence’s vision had blurred, the whole world bathed in dusky purple. He remembered crying out, telling Orion to close the lid, but Orion hadn’t heard a word. Instead, hearing a beastly cry, he’d spun around to find his friend’s body swelling, spines bursting from under his skin.

He’d stumbled backwards, crying out for help. Reverence had curled in on himself, crying out in pain as his flesh reconstructed itself. The others had come running, weapons drawn, but hesitated, seeing that he wasn’t attacking.

The transformation had only lasted a few seconds, but it had felt nearly endless to him. Returning to himself, surrounded by frightened Paladins, he knew then that his life was over. No one recovered from Delirium contamination. It hadn’t taken him this time, but it was only a matter of time.

But the Order hadn’t given up on him. They’d dropped off the crystal and dragged Reverence in front of every cleric in the city. When none of them had been able to help, or even explain what had happened to him, they’d gone further.

It had been weeks now, and time was almost up. The eccentric healer at the end of this mountain path had been their final hope. There was no one left to try.

Reverence tried to convince himself that it didn’t matter. That he was lucky to have gotten even a handful of weeks before the corruption took him. But as he watched the other paladins up ahead, murmuring and looking over the shoulders, he wasn’t so sure. Maybe it would have been better to die.

Rage flared in his mind, causing him to clench his fists and grit his teeth. They were luckier than him. They were fine. They would get to move on. In fact, it seemed like most of them already had.

His muscles tightened and his horse, who had bent her head to take a bite of the underbrush, leapt forwards. Reverence quickly released the pressure on her flanks and murmured an apology. When he looked up, all of the paladins were staring openly.

Hours passed as they trekked through the forest, and Reverence’s mood didn’t improve. By the time they made camp he was fuming. When he stalked over to tie up and unsaddle his horse, she was quickly whisked away by a jumpy squire. It seemed they didn’t even trust him to do his own chores.

Feeling several pairs of eyes on his back, he walked off and pitched his tent several yards away from the rest, barely within the clearing. He sat inside, back to the entrance, and waited. Eventually the flurry of activity outside quieted down. The others were likely eating, laughing and telling stories around the fire. No. They wouldn’t be laughing. They’d be whispering – about him.

Shaking his head, he pushed aside the tent flap and stepped outside. As he had predicted, on the opposite end of the clearing, as far away from his tent as possible, was the glow of a fire. In the dimming light, he could see figures moving near it.

He sighed and turned towards the horses. He’d left his sword strapped to his saddle.

“Reverence? Where are you going?” A voice called from behind him.

Reverence spun around to see a mountain of a man stepping out of the trees. Ordinarily the sight of his friend Beren would have brought a smile to his face. But not now. He was the Order’s strongest fighter, and the fact that he was loitering near Reverence’s tent made him uneasy.

“Beren.” He nodded curtly. “What are you doing here?”

Beren shuffled his feet awkwardly. “The captain told me to keep an eye on you. So where are you going, Rev?”

The nickname sounded hollow, without the care usually attached, and Reverence scowled. “Just getting my fucking gear. I may be a dead man walking, but I can at least take care of my stuff for the next guy.”

Beren flinched, and something flashed in his eyes, too quick for Reverence to process. “Rev… you can’t seriously think I’m going to let you do that, right?” His voice wavered, but he took a step forward. “Come on, let’s go back to your tent.”

Reverence was simmering with anger now. “And why can’t you let me do my damned job? Afraid I’m gonna kill someone with it?” He took a step towards Beren. “After the Delirium gets its way, I won’t need a sword to kill you. But until then–”

“Hey! Get away from him!” Reverence wheeled around to see Orion standing with his sword in hand. A tray and several bowls lay scattered at his feet. “D-don’t hurt him!” The boy’s voice wavered as he brandished his sword.

Seeing Orion brought Reverence’s rage to a boil. “You,” he growled. “You’re the one who started this. If you hadn’t asked to see that fucking rock, everything would be fine.”

Orion’s lip quivered. “I-I’m sorry, Rev.” Again, the nickname made Reverence grit his teeth. “Look, let’s just put a stop to this now, alright? Just sit down, and–”

Something inside Reverence snapped. He would not just sit here while they killed him! Without thinking, he lunged forwards, aiming a punch for Orion’s jaw. His vision narrowed, everything aside from the boy in front of him going hazy. But when he arrived the punch missed, Orion’s head gliding by several inches below.

Orion leapt out of the way, seemingly equally surprised by the lack of impact. He stared up at Reverence, eyes wide. Reverence brought his arm back for another blow. As he lashed out, he saw an arm that was not his own. Large and swollen with muscle, the hand tipped in dagger-like claws.

Suddenly, he understood. Why the first blow had missed, why the world seemed so hazy. He tried to pull back, change the course of the blow, but it was too late. His fist met flesh and Orion crumpled to the ground.

Something barreled into him, knocking him to the ground. He thrashed, trying to get to his feet. He had to see what had happened to Orion. He struggled to his knees, but pain seared as a blade cut into his leg and he fell to the ground.

“Orion!”

He tried to shove the paladins out of the way, but there were too many of them. For every blow he shrugged off, another landed. He was distantly aware that he was wounded, that he’d taken enough hits to bring most men down, but it didn’t matter. He needed to see Orion.

A flash of silver as a sword swung towards him, and the world went black.

Reverence woke to the sound of arguing.

“With all due respect, Sir, you should have killed him right there.” Was that… Beren?

Theodore’s voice replied. “I told you. I won’t kill one of my own men.”

Reverence lifted his head slightly, and saw Beren and Theodore standing face-to-face a few yards away. Gathered around them were most of the paladins, eyes darting back and forth like pendulums wound too fast.

“Sir, that… thing isn’t Reverence anymore. It would be a kindness to–”

Anger and fear surged through Revenrence’s body and he tried to get to his feet, only to find that he couldn’t move. Beren broke off at the sound and Reverence looked down and saw himself wrapped nearly from head to toe in chains.

The paladins all turned to face him, looking at him with a mixture of fear and revulsion. He noticed now that several appeared to have been wounded in the fight, and his stomach twisted.

“Orion, is he–”

Beren stormed over and leaned down, spit flying as he said, “Keep your name out of his mouth. After what you did–”

“That’s enough, Beren.” Theodore pushed him aside and crouched down in front of Reverence. “Orion is none of your concern anymore, Reverence.”

A lump was building in the back of his throat. “Please, let me see him.”

Theodore shook his head. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

Beren grabbed Theodore’s arm. “Sir, you’ll only make things worse. Reverence is gone. Or he will be soon enough.”

“I told you – I will not kill one of my men.” He turned to another paladin standing out of Reverence’s view. “Hitch one of the carts and put him in there.”

“You can’t seriously mean to bring him with us? When he transforms again – and he will – we’ll all be in danger.”

Theodore raised a hand. “I do not intend to bring him with us.”

“Then what do you plan to do with him? You say you’re not bringing him with us, but you refuse to kill him. What else is there to do?”

Theodore glanced at Reverence, holding his gaze for a moment before turning back to Beren. “There was a ledge partway down the ravine a little ways down the road. We’ll leave him there.”

Beren stepped back, eyes wide. “You’re going to just abandon him?” He looked appalled at the notion.

“It’s the best thing I can think of. He won’t be able to hurt anyone from there.”

Beren looked like he wanted to say more, but Theodore turned away, calling for uninjured men to haul Reverence to the wagon. They approached warily, torn between not wanting to take their eyes off of him and being unable to look him in the face.

When they began to lift him, the chains cut into his wounds, sending bolts of pain shooting through his body. He cried out, and the paladins hesitated.

“Come on, do it quickly and get it over with.” Theodore’s voice was sharp as he ordered them on.

Slowly, awkwardly, the paladins carried Reverence over to the waiting cart and lifted him inside. He was breathing heavily, and his head was fuzzy from the pain. He paid little attention to the movement around him as the paladins saddled their horses.

When the cart finally began to move, every bump in the road was painful. He gritted his teeth and bit down on his tongue until he tasted blood to keep from crying out. In the corner of his vision he saw Theodore riding alongside the cart, watching him. His face was grim.

After several agonizing minutes, the cart rolled to a stop and the paladins dismounted. Several of them climbed up on the wagon, surrounding Reverence. He braced himself for the pain as they lifted him and carried him to the edge of a cliff. They were preparing to lower him over the edge when Theodore spoke.

“Stop.” Hope flared in Reverence’s chest, his heart beating faster. Maybe Theodore had changed his mind. It wasn’t too late. But the captain’s next words shattered his hope. “Remove a few of the chains. The whole bundle is too heavy for our ropes, and we want to be sure we still have some in case we need it on the way home.”

Hurriedly, the paladins obeyed, unwrapping a few lengths of chain from around his body.

“Take off one more. He’s injured enough now that he shouldn’t pose a threat in this form, and if – when – he transforms, he’ll grow enough that they’ll be a serious problem for him.”

Aside from Theodore’s commands, no one spoke. It was late now, and completely dark aside from the moon, whose waxing crescent was just barely visibly over the trees. By tomorrow it would be the new moon.

The moment of peace was broken all too soon by Theodore’s curt, “Lower him.” The paladins lifted Reverence and lowered him inch by inch over the edge of the ravine. His legs had been freed just enough that he was able to use them to push away from the rocks, preventing even more injuries.

He went down, 10 feet, then 20. He estimated he was 30 or 40 feet down the side of the cliff when he finally touched the ground. The paladins continued to lower him until he was able to half-slide, half-sit to the ground.

Above him, the paladins began to pull the rope back up as Reverence looked around his new grave. The rocky outcropping they had placed him on was tiny, no more than 6 feet wide and 10 feet long. Aside from a few bits of moss, it was completely barren. It certainly felt like a fitting place to die. And he was certain to die here. The road was so rarely traveled that chances are he would starve or die of thirst before someone passed by. And even if they did, he was so far down that they wouldn’t be able to see him.

Beren’s distant voice pulled him back to the present. He glanced up to see two figures looking down on him, silhouetted by the faint moonlight. “Sir… are you certain you want to do this? Death from thirst or starvation is not a quick one. Wouldn’t you rather be certain that he di–”

“Enough, Beren. What’s done is done. Try your best to put Reverence out of your mind. Before long, he’ll be nothing but carrion.”

The figures disappeared from view, one after another, and before long the horses’ footsteps and the sound of the wagon’s wheels faded into the distance. Reverence was alone.

#whumpril #whumpril2025 #whumprilday4 #threat #whump #dnd writing #my writing #oc: Carrion #Theodore's last line of dialogue him me like a lightning bolt one night a few months ago when I was getting ready for bed.#Truly it felt like some kind of divine inspiration. Carrion's entire backstory wrote itself in my mind in a matter of minutes.#I've never experienced something like that before or since.#anyways. Keep your eyes out for my author's commentary reblog of this piece bc there's a LOT going on.#Feel free to tell me your theories but I'll tell you right now Reverence is an EXTREMELY unreliable narrator here. :)

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gz-missfit · 1 year ago

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There's something I haven't been able to forget since watching yesterday's Phil stream and its pretty self indulgent but God.

Let me explain.

Chayanne fought Phil over the course of 3 days right? He obviously got some breaks since he had a sleeping bag set up but by the amount of blood on the ground, the soreness of Phil's body and the blood covering Chayanne (which in my eyes that's Phil's and not Chayanne's).

I'm curious, or I'd like to think that Techno was with Chayanne during that time, he's the blood God so do you think Phil occasionally came back to himself and thought he was staring at his oldest friend due to the blood that covered the face.

Do you think Chayanne was doubting himself, loosing his stance, getting exhausted but each time he did there were strong arms holding his up, strategies being whispered in his ears and a chant that fueled him with confidence echoing through the air.

He'd hear a cocky laugh when the ender king had to take a break, he'd hear teases about how his father had become an old man and sloppy fighter but each insult and joke was filled with nothing but care for the crow.

And chayanne knows the stories, knows the man that helped him find his urge to fight. He's known the stories of techno since his dad's adopted him, and he always knew he'd have the protection of him deep down.

So while he feels awful there's a smile creeping over his face at a new drop of blood he manages to draw, he knows who he's fighting, and he knows that this is what he's meant to do. He gains his confidence in his footings and begins to repeate the teases the wind whispers out loud.

Because this isn't his dad he is fighting.

Because this isn't a God worthy

Because he is a child bound to the blood God by nature.

And he is one of us

#qsmp #qsmp theory #speaking void #void mumbling #qsmp philza #qsmp chayanne

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rafa-jaja · 1 year ago

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Asking for your help...(pt2)

Bruce Wayne x Gn reader

You never thought you'd see Wayne Manor again, but here you are...standing in front of the front door, debating whether to knock or not. But before you could decide the door opened, it was Alfre.

- Please, I ask you to come in, we don't want you to get sick from being outside too long in this weather.

- Hello Alfred, you haven't changed a bit.

- Compliment me, wait here please.

You wanted to talk more with Alfred, but you knew that's not why you were here, the truth is you didn't know what you were doing in this place. Every inch of the property brings back bittersweet memories.

Right now you could be in the comfort of your own home, enjoying a nice cup of tea with your cat as your faithful companion. But no, you had to do what Constantin's note said.

Suddenly something knocked you to the floor, it was Tim, he had grown so much since the last time you saw him.

- You're back! you don't know how much I missed you," he said hugging you tightly.

- Tim...I appreciate your love, but your crushing me.

- Sorry, I was really looking forward to seeing you again, how have you been?

You were about to answer him when someone caught your attention, it was Bruce, the bastard hadn't changed a bit. You got up from the floor and faced him.

- I'm going to make something clear, I'm not here for you, I only came because a friend asked me to.

- Understood...while you are in the mansion I would like you to see something.

You simply nodded and followed him to the Batcave, it was the same as the last time you were here. Bruce was looking for something in his files when someone appeared out of the shadows, you didn't know him, but you guessed who he was...he was Bruce's biological son, you had to admit it, he was almost an identical copy of Bruce.

- And who are you? Another super useless one that is going to try to help us?

Yes, he's the same even in sarcasm, but you can't blame him...it's not his fault that his prominent genes are from his paternal side.

- Damian, behave yourself...I'm sorry he didn't mean to be rude.

- Don't worry, I'm not affected by sarcasm.

- Ok...I wanted you to see this, it's the surveillance videos from the bombing a few weeks ago.

On the big computer there were different videos of Talia and her henchmen destroying police stations and attacking civilians, this is one of the many reasons why you withdrew, seeing innocent people suffer always made your heart clench in your chest.

You quickly deduced what this was all about, it seems Bruce and the league have not been able to discover what the target of these attacks is, they attack without any pattern, their next target could be a company or a school.

- We were unable to capture Talia, and she has shown no signs of what her plan is...we have one of her henchmen in custody, and I wanted to ask you to do me a favor-

- To read his mind and figure out the plan, you don't have to repeat everything, just take me to him and let me see what I can do. But I'm only going to do this once, as a favor to the league, nothing more.

When they arrived, some Super who were old companions greeted you, others looked at you with surprise, you knew what they were thinking, you had returned after years. But you only do this to get Bruce off your back and finally have a normal life.

They sat the man down in front of you, without delay you entered his mind, you were surprised to see that there was nothing...he literally had no thoughts of his own, he was like a shell of bones and flesh that followed orders, he had no control or conscience, not even a sense of right or wrong.

- He hasn't spoken since he was caught? - You asked the guard present.

- Nothing, not even a whisper or a threat.

You left the room and went to the conference room.

- Did you finish quickly, did anything happen, did you find out anything useful?

- That man has nothing... he's like a dummy.

Those present were surprised, they couldn't believe what you were telling them.

- A dummy? You're telling me that this man destroyed an entire building...he's a puppet controlled by Talia?

- Yes, I'm afraid there is no information that would be of any help with your case...well, with that said I'm leaving, I've done what you asked me to do, so I hope you will leave me alone from here on out.

No one objected, but the desperation on their faces was evident. When you arrived at your house you expected to finally be able to rest, but great was your surprise to see Constantin sitting in your living room.

- Not that I mind you being in my house, but at least you could call me.

- You know I like to be spontaneous, I like to have the surprise factor.

You let out a little laugh, Constantin is your best friend, he has been with you through thick and thin and has helped you fight your inner demons.

- So? what do you want to do? I don't have any alcohol at the moment.

- The truth is I just wanted to spend some time with you, I know these last few weeks haven't been the best.

- Ok...you want to watch a bad demon movie for a laugh?

- You read my mind.

It was all laughs that afternoon for the two of you, but elsewhere, specifically at Wayne Manor there was someone thinking about you.

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Can Bruce put his thoughts about you in order? Does Talia have a macabre plan? Will you have to face your demons again or overcome your past?

Part Three?

#bruce wayne x male reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #dc x male reader #dc x reader #dcu

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imtrashraccoon · 6 months ago

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Well, it was fun but we got to say goodbye to Maul for a bit. I think it's safe to say he might be my favourite again, although I did enjoy writing Reven as well. Tomorrow is Dirk's turn and I think it will be...interesting.

@owl-bones

First, Previous, & Next Day

Bad Sansuary II: Horror - Unexpected

Word Count: 1,002

Once the chores were done, Maul sat down on a log by the fire with his greataxe. You watched as he began running the edge of the weapon across a whetstone, occasionally wiping it down with a rag. You noticed he kept pausing and holding the edge up close to his eyelight, checking how sharp it was before repeating the process of sharpening it.

"You think it's sharp enough?" you asked teasingly. "Or are you also trying to split hairs on top of severing bones?"

He hummed thoughtfully, continuing to focus on his work. "never too sharp..." After a moment, he once more examined the edge before setting it aside, seemingly satisfied, and turned to you. " 's a force of habit, gotta be ready for a fight at all times."

"That's fair. I guess with our line of work it pays to be ready for anything," you remarked.

He nodded in agreement. "how's your blade holdin' up?" he asked after a few seconds of silence.

"It seems fine, although I had to use it before we left the city." You paused for a moment before adding, "I actually haven't had a chance to clean it since then."

A look of disappointment briefly flashed over his face but he quickly shook it off. "i can do it," he said, holding out his hand in a silent demand.

"Huh? No, you really don't have to. I can just do it later."

He shook his head and motioned for your dagger again. "nah, 's the least i can do. i haven't been much help so far..."

You raised an eyebrow but unsheathed your dagger, passing it to him handle first. Silently, you watched as he examined the blade, beginning to run a dampened cloth over the metal to remove any lingering grime.

"That's nonsense," you huffed. "You've been really helpful, you know? If it wasn't for you keeping an eye on the camp, Reven and I might have been in a tough spot after we got out of the city. In my opinion, it's just as important to watch the supplies as it is to go out into battle. I'm grateful you came along with us, even if sneaking isn't exactly your forte."

Maul hummed in an ambivalent way as he finished wiping down your dagger, selecting the whetstone again.

You crossed your arms at his almost dismissive demeanor. "Look, I'm serious. If someone didn't remind the other two, they would forget to even feed themselves." You were only half joking, but it still earned you a small chuckle from the giant.

He passed your dagger over the whetstone a few times before giving a satisfied grunt and passing it back. "that's true, but i also enjoy doin' the more dull tasks. 's comforting sometimes." He took a deep breath and stretched his non-existent muscles. " 'm not a fan of campin' out in the woods though...brings up bad memories..."

You frowned, sheathing your weapon again.

" 'sides, i like helpin' out," he continued. "...it's what families do."

You felt your heart skip a beat and quickly looked up at him. "Wait, you consider me...family?"

His grin sharpened and he let out a quiet hum of agreement as he began sharpening his hunting knife.

You didn't really know how to react. While you hadn't been super close with your family, you hadn't been able to say goodbye before starting your new life. You were supposed to be dead, so you couldn't even reach out in secret, lest everything be ruined. Needless to say, you had been a tad lonely, but hearing that Maul saw you like that was a pleasant surprise. Maybe this was the beginning of forming a new family?

You gave him the most genuine smile you'd had in a long time. "That's...sweet of you. Thank you Maul."

Several minutes passed before you picked up the sound of multiple people trudging through the forest. Maul noticed as well and caught your eye. He quietly stood up, motioning for you to stay still as he picked up his greataxe.

Your worries were soon dashed when you spotted the familiar silhouettes of the two other skeletons in your party. Reven stepped out of the trees first, looking beyond irritated, followed by the apparent source of his annoyance.

"that took way longer than it should have," he grumbled. "no thanks to this idiot..."

Dirk stopped in his tracks, placing a hand against his chestplate as if he had been offended. "words can hurt, you know?" he retorted, his tone heavily layered with snark.

Reven rolled his eyelights and kept walking, although he paused when he noticed you and Maul. He seemed to clock that something had happened and rapidly scanned both of you, zeroing in on your still injured ankle.

"why are you hurt?" he asked, immediately growing serious. "was the camp discovered?"

You shook your head, waving him off as you stood up with the aide of your walking stick. "I'm fine, I just twisted my ankle after you left the other day." When he narrowed his eye sockets, you added, "I don't think anyone has noticed us yet?"

Dirk suddenly appeared between you and Maul. He tilted his skull as he gave you a once over before turning to the larger skeleton. "how's it been, big guy? i hope you weren't too bored without me these past few days," he teased.

Maul cleared his non-existent throat and got an uncomfortable look on his face. Rather than immediately answer, he turned and went to put his axe down again. "not bored, been too busy," he muttered under his breath.

"what else happened?" Reven cut in before Dirk could say anything else. "if the mission has been compromised, i need to know right now."

You glanced at Maul, silently asking if you should be the one to explain and he gave you a slight nod. You sighed and motioned to the logs around the fire pit.

"Take a seat, it's a bit complicated to explain."

#badsansuary #raccoons drabbles #undertale #horrortale #the dark fortress #a sight for sore eyes #horror sans #reader #gender neutral reader #horror sans & reader #platonic relationship #look at them!#found family trope my beloved #don't worry i have a plan to write for maul one more time yet :3

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thefritzfandomhour · 15 days ago

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do you write for Matt from until dawn? i don't have anything special , 😭. It would be nice to read angst or fluff for him! Like spending the night at each other house!

the group project [matt taylor] || until dawn

holy shit. dude, ok anon, im so sorry. I promise you i've been working my ass off on this fic, I just wanted it to be perfect. i'm gonna be honest, it's been quite a few years since I put effort into writing something this long. and for all my other anons? please, please fucking forgive me. I haven't given up on you, I promise lol. I did way too much for this fanfic but honestly? I think it came out super sweet and dorky. please, as I mentioned, forgive me and enjoy this matt fanfic while I catch myself up on content. I love you all so, so much. I promise i'll never take this long on a request again.

this fanfic ended up riding around 6.5k words, my longest ever. I love you all. so, so much. please enjoy 🫀...

you've been staring at the text on your phone for the past five minutes, completely dumbfounded. it took you a few reads to actually comprehend what was being asked of you, believing this to be some sort of hallucination. once you finally wrapped your head around it, a rough sigh left your mouth, bringing you back to reality. all of those emotions that were being processed finally hit you like a truck. the beating of your heart and the awkward pain in your cheeks from smiling was all too much, slamming your phone down on the bed and pulling your knees up to your chest.

matt t. [cute]

'i wasnt joking about inviting you over btw, I alredy asked my dad about you coming over and hes totally cool with it. do u need a ride or can u make it over urself? :)'

the text repeated itself in your head, over and over until you could recall it perfectly without stumbling over the words. you stared ahead at the dresser against your wall, wanting to focus on something else while you thought about how to respond. usually you wouldn't have much of an issue with these sort of questions, but this was different. this was matt taylor, the matthew fucking taylor.

the star linebacker of your highschool's football team, everyone around school pretty much adored him. you didn't have to wonder why. matt was very athletic and kind, even to the misfits that most popular teenagers would rather die than be caught interacting with. not only that, he was quite the sight. his brown eyes were extremely easy to get lost in, always attentive and looking for any sign of uneasiness. you weren't popular, that's for sure, and he knew it. anytime you and him got the opportunity to talk, he was cautious to not intimidate you with his status as well as his stature. matt was hyper aware of his of his ability to overawe others.

so why was he *wasting* (as you believed) his time with you? it was somewhat forced, being put into a collaborative project for your final class of the day, which you two coincidentally shared. the teacher had pulled up a random online wheel and inserted every students name into the generator. some people were waiting patiently while others complained about not being able to work with their friends. names had been spun and groups had been made, some were clearly going to get the project done faster than others.

it didn't take long for your name to pop up, feeling awkward about it despite everyone else going through the same experience. however, you were curious to see who your partner would be. you took a few glances around to see if anyone was eyeing you. as usual, most weren't, but you couldn't help but catch the gaze of matthew taylor. as soon as your eyes landed on his, he looked away, attempting to pretend he wasn't just caught. a light dusting of blush covered your cheeks, catching the eyes of matt was the last thing you expected from this group project. little did you know, you were going to get much more than just a gaze.

the teacher spun the wheel to reveal who your partner would be. internally, you hoped it would be someone who actually put effort into the class. getting one of the many meatheads that your class offered would basically turn into you doing everything. you could think of a few classmates that you'd rather have, but unfortunately, the wheel was very much random. the anticipation was more intense than you had expected, but as the wheel slowed down, your eyes followed the names to come up next.

the arrow landed right on the edge of two names, deciding that your partner for the project was none other than matthew fucking taylor. there were a few mumbles of protest but you were more focused on the fact that you were going to be working along side one of the most admired men in school. your eyes flicked over to matt, expecting to see him laughing alongside a friend of his or a look of disgust spread across his face, but... no. matt was looking at you with a warm smile. when you locked eyes, he threw up a thumbs up and turned back to the board. as embarrassing as it was to admit, that simple gesture caused your brain to completely rewire.

once everyone was assigned their partners, the teacher directed everyone to go into their groups and discuss a basic rough draft. you had already pulled out a piece of paper and jotted down some ideas, mind buzzing over your assigned partner. you hadn't even noticed matt coming up on your side, reaching over to give you a light poke on the shoulder.

"Hey! Uh... Do you mind if I pull up a chair?"

matt was... surprisingly sweet. even though his brain prioritized sports, he made an effort to offer up ideas on the presentation. while you had a majority of the brain power, matt's notes came in handy to reference back to. one thing you noticed immediately was his handwriting. neat and slanted, a few terms were even highlighted. matt would switch between a red pen and a pencil depending on the situation, there was a clear effort to keep up with the class despite his low grades. it only fueled your desire to make this project the best it could possibly be. matt's presence beside you was comforting, there were no hidden undertones in his voice as he spoke to you. while a majority of the conversation focused on the project, you and him would find each other going off topic and learning more about yourselves. you knew he adored football, but learning more about his passion was endearing. he had plans to go into the big leagues, dreaming of it ever since he was a little kid. you also learned he was an active doodler, covering your planning page with silly drawings of football helmets and wolves.

as the class dwindled to an end, your conversations became less and less focused on the project. you and him were drawing together, discussing life outside of school and other random things. the doodles were pretty much nonsense at this point, the conversation taking up most of your mind.

"-but man, I promise you, the bruise was huge, my old man freaked out when he saw it. I really thought he was gonna bring me to the ER over a tackle! and I was like 'dad, when I go pro, you're gonna end up having a heart attack seeing the size of the boys i'm going up against!" every sentence was followed by a laugh, clearly this was a good memory for him.

"yeah, I can see why. I've only seen bits and pieces on tv but football looks pretty dangerous to me. but that's why they make you wear a bunch of padding and protective gear, yeah?" neither of your eyes left the paper you both were scribbling on, content with each other's presence. a small glance over to matt's side of the paper revealed a sketchy wolf howling at the moon, or so you assumed.

"it's a pretty savage game, but that's the fun of it, y'know?" matt dropped his pencil and sat up, raising his arms above his head and letting out a light groan that didn't escape your notice. "but hey, I know we didn't get a ton done... let's work on this later? oh, after football practice, of course. is my place fine?"

you hadn't really processed the question properly, your brain fried from the long week. thankfully tomorrow was a saturday, the idea of sleeping in until noon was a welcoming thought. "huh? the project isn't due until next friday, i'm pretty sure-"

"well yeah, I know. it's just easier to focus when I don't have to be concerned about practice. I gotta go pretty much every day after school, weekends are my study days, believe it or not." matt pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket, making a comment about class ending in just a few moments. he slid the phone over to you, eagerness in his eyes. matt's contact screen was popped up, waiting to be filled out. "is it alright if I get your number?"

the question made you freeze. "yeah, I- sure.... of course!" it was a casual gesture, especially for a duo working on a project together, but you couldn't help but heat up as you typed your information into his phone. adding your name and a random emoji that you liked, you looked back up at matt with an awkward smile as you slid the phone back to him. the idea of matt having your number, platonic or not, set off firecrackers in your head.

"cool! ill send you a text so you have my number in your phone too. I dunno when practice is gonna end but hopefully not too late." a few chairs started scraping the ground, students returning to their own seats to pack up before the announcements dismissed them. "see you then, alright?"

matt was so forward, you had no room to reject his offer. not like you wanted to, though. you gave him a nod and a wave, gathering your own papers and school assigned laptop. as you were packing up, it only then hit you that you were invited over to matt's house. you almost dropped your laptop when the realization hit. your heart picked up speed, rushing to pack your bag as you mulled over his words. getting along this well with matt wasn't something you expected, but being invited over to his house was completely out of this world. you had to look down at your clothing to ensure that yes, you were still you, and not randomly body swapped with another one of your classmates.

the announcements eventually started, most students talking over them. you made the attempt to listen in but it was hard to when the only thing floating in your head was matt's offer. no, not offer. demand. it was as if he had this all planned out by a tea, leaving you no room to argue. you couldn't help but wonder if the directness was intentional or just another trait of a meathead.

as students started leaving the class to head home, you followed. before you left the classroom, you looked over your shoulder to see a few students staying behind, one of which being matt. he was on his phone, typing something out as you left the room. you were walking down the hall when your phone went off.

'its matt :)!!!'

there was an attached image of the doodles you and him made throughout the class period. the fact that matt saved such a trivial piece of paper on his phone ignited something warm inside of you. before putting your phone away, you saved matt's number as 'matt t.'. something was missing. after a few more moments of consideration, you edited the name to 'matt t. [cute]'.

your phone buzzed once more, shaking you out of your daydreaming. it was matt. you knew it was matt because you never received texts from anyone else besides your family, which all the notifications for were muted. hastily grabbing your phone and unlocking it, you read the text.

matt t. [cute]

'lolll i can see you read my text, is everything ok?'

you hadn't meant to leave him on read. embarrassment fueled your response, typing away to apologize and reply to his question. you weren't confident enough when it came to driving, but even if you were, the idea of riding in matt's car was exciting enough to let him pick you up. typing out your address and sending it, he gave you an eta, shooting you off of your bed to prepare your bag. he lived surprisingly close, so you didn't have a ton of time to get ready.

the essentials were your first priority. laptop, notebook, pencils, and chargers. after those were accounted for, you considered bringing some entertainment items just in case, but you were sure that the project would take up a majority of your time, so you didn't bother. besides, matt was most likely going to bring you home after an hour or two, so packing anything other than your school bag would just be wasting time. the mirror hanging on your door reflected someone who looked.... presentable, at best. maybe your shirt could do with changing, but even if you wanted to change, the knock on your front door let you know that you were out of time. you hadn't expected him to get here so fast, making you wonder if he lived in a neighborhood near yours.

"coming! give me one sec-!"

slinging your bag over your shoulders and grabbing your phone, you flicked off all the lights and waved your room goodbye. it was just you at home at the moment, the eerie silence was making you grateful that the next few hours would be spent along side someone else. when you reached the door, you could see matt's translucent figure waiting against the wall, staring at his phone. your heart raced as you reached for the doorknob, taking a few deep breaths before opening it up with a smile.

matt straightened up once the door opened, sliding his phone in his jacket. he looked almost the same as he did earlier, except his khaki pants had been traded in for white, padded sports wear. the knees were covered in grass stains and dirt. "hey, sorry for taking so long. coach wanted to go over some stuff before the weekend, are you ready?" he noticed your bag slung around your shoulder, extending a hand. "here, let me get that for you."

your bag wasn't heavy at all, carrying nothing but the basics. even so, you removed your bag from your shoulders and handed it to him, amused by his offer. "be careful there, you might end up dislocating a shoulder with all that weight." you closed the door behind you and looked up at him, glancing over to the side to notice his car. it was a pricier brand, most likely a sports model.

matt rolled his eyes, his little grin growing wider as you played off his words. "well, if that happens-" he turned around and began walking towards his car, looking over his shoulder to make sure you were following behind him. "-i'm sure kissing it will make it feel all better." approaching the passenger side door, matt swung the door open and extended a hand. "your seat, my liege~"

a hearty laugh left your throat, rubbing the side of your face to hide the rising blush in your cheeks. "pft- okay, well, I doubt a simple kiss will heal the searing pain of your shoulder being completely out of place." you sat down in the car, taking in the oaky scent. it was comforting, matt clearly took good care of his car. "... but If it happens, I guess a kiss is the least I can do." your attempt at flirting back was awkward but matt seemed to get a kick out of it. "thank you, by the way."

as the door shut, you took a moment to take in your surroundings. there was a keychain attached to his rearview mirror, one of those collectable voodoo dolls you'd see at tourist locations. it was sporting mardi gras beads and a colorful jester hat, you made a mental note to ask about where he got it later. the seats were a black leather, the interior of the car a warm beige. you've seen his car a few times in the school parking lot, the dusty indigo wrapping making it stick out like a sore thumb.

matt opened his side of the door and settled in his seat, gently placing your bag in his back seat right next to his. "so, what do you think? isn't she gorgeous?" he gave his dash a firm pat, leaning back against his seat. ".... yeah, me and her? we've been through a lot. every win, every lose, every draw, she's been here."

of course matt would be the type of person to personify his car. you couldn't help but smile as he spoke, giving his side door a firm rub. "she really is beautiful, smells great too. I trust that she can get us back to your place in one piece?"

"in one piece and then some. probably gonna save a few stray puppies on the way, that's how good she is." matt adjusted his seat and buckled up, reminding you to do the same. he started up the car and handed you the phone, a music app already pulled up. "don't worry about the genre, I wanna know what your 'go-to' song is. don't overthink it! it's hard to hate music."

your conversations went as smooth as they had before class ended, finding comfort in his humor and light flirts. you tried not to take them to heart though, surely this was how he treated most people he met up with. while the ride was short, you had the opportunity to listen to a small handful of your favorite songs. matt seemed to like them all, asking you questions about the artists and how you discovered the song. it was hard not to feel appreciated when he listened so intently.

eventually the two of you arrived at his house, it was nothing like you had expected. matt's family must be... loaded. you gazed down at your clothing for a moment, feeling slightly embarrassed that this was the outfit you went for. it was a two story house, beautiful bushes acting as a fence around the yard. now, it didn't have peacocks and fountains, but you knew this must have cost quite a bit. matt took notice of your hesitation, closing his back seat with both of the bags resting on his shoulders. "I promise you I'm not some snobby rich kid, my parents are just hard workers."

"never thought you were, matt. I just... never once stepped foot in a place so fancy."

"hah- okay. well when we get inside I'll have my twenty personal butlers set you up some lobster, promise."

you rolled your eyes, laughing a bit and giving matt a light nudge. "you wish you had twenty personal butlers." your eyes gazed over to your bags, effortlessly hanging down matt's frame. "besides, it looks like I already have one of my own, I'm satisfied."

"I-" matt had froze at your comment, his skin glowing just a tad. you could see his lips part ever so slightly, eyes looking you up and down for a moment before he cleared his throat. you've never seen this sort of reaction from him before, even after your teacher called him and his jock friends out infront of the entire class. "you- hah. you're funny. that's really funny." he snapped himself back into reality, taking the opportunity to start walking ahead of you and making his way to the front door. as you watched him skip ahead of you, you couldn't help but smile. that comment did something to him, that's for sure. matt unlocked the door and stepped to the side, giving you a playful bow. always the gentleman, it seemed. "i'm pretty sure my dad is in a conference call in his office, but he knows you're here. can I get you a drink or something?"

as you walked inside of the house, you couldn't help but admire the interior. the walls were a soft, storm blue. dark oak floors welcomed you, your shoes making a soft clacking noise when you stepped inside. "water would be fine, thank you. where should I set up?" matt made his way to the kitchen with you following behind him. the house was lived in but definitely not unkempt. pictures lined the walls, displaying matt and his family at various different ages. you couldn't help but smile a bit as your eyes landed on a framed photo of a younger matt standing infront of a stadium, smiling, dressed in a jersey you could only assume was of the stadium's team. "aww... cute."

after a moment, matt came back with a cup of water with a few cubes of ice. you took it from him, thanking him, and returned your focus back to the photo. "you ever been to mcmahon stadium?" it seemed he didn't catch your question from earlier.

"no, I don't even know where that is, actually. i'm assuming it's a football stadium?" of course it was, you just wanted to hear him talk about it.

"y-yeah-" matt stuttered a bit, he must have not been expecting you to actually want to talk about sports. "my favorite team plays there, the calgary wolfpack. they're apart of the afl- uh, alberta football league. i've been going ever since I was a baby, pretty much.”

“calgary wolfpack…” you echoed his words, turning to him. “is it football season right now?”

“yeah, why?”

“maybe we could go see a game together? you can nerd out about your favorite team while I stare confusingly at the field, pretending to know what's going on!”

matt covered his mouth a bit, trying to stifle a laugh. you marked another tally in your head, every laugh or gasp you got out of him was driving you insane. matt wasn't like you thought he was, he wasn't stuck up or obsessed with himself like most jocks you knew. he was nerdy and kind, artistic and curious about you. as you thought about him longer, your stomach began to twist just a tad. you knew why it did, but it was too early to take it seriously. had you started developing a crush on him?

“yo, you okay?” your thoughts were interrupted by his palm resting itself on your forehead. “your face is really red, is everything alright?”

swallowing a fat wad of spit, you nodded, giving him an awkward chuckle. “y-yeah, no, i’m fine. you just have a… nice laugh. it's nice to hear, uh-... hear my quips make people laugh.” matt’s face of concern shifted to a look of amusement, the ‘mhm’ leaving his throat letting you know that your pause didn't go unnoticed. “-SO. where are we gonna work on this project?”

matt smirked and readjusted the bags on his shoulder. “dork.” he turned around and ushered you to follow. “my room is upstairs, we can chill in there.” you were desperately trying to calm your brain down, stunned at not only the brief physical connection but because … he wasn't weirded out at some random classmate clearly becoming flustered around him.

you followed matt upstairs, feeling a bit intimidated by the new height. he led you to his room and opened up the door, once again standing to the side so you could walk in first. the first thing you noticed was the boyish charm of sports posters, awards, and jerseys covering the walls. the basic theme was purple and silver, the colors of the jersey that the younger matt was wearing. his bed was relatively messy, black blankets and purple sheets strewn about. directly across from the door was a large window, the setting sun casting a long shadow on the carpet.

“this is…. actually really cool, like a 12 year old boy’s wet dream.” you snickered as you made your way to a beanbag near his bed, unsure exactly where you were allowed to sit.

“yeah well, believe it or not, 12 year old me decorated this whole room.” he looked to the side, placing down both bags and rubbing the back of his head. “... kinda hard to bring a date home though, it's not uh… the most romantic setting, if you couldn't guess.” matt went over to his closet and pulled out a black tank top and comfortable sweatpants, tossing it over his shoulders.

you pulled out your laptop from your bag and turned it on, plugging in your charger in a nearby outlet. “really? I was sitting here trying so, so hard to keep my hands out of my pants, phew.” your voice was teasing at first, but eventually shifted to curiosity. “but uh… really, though? aren't you dating someone?” the question was innocent enough, but you desperately wanted the answer to be no.

matt had slid his jacket off of his shoulders and tossed it onto the bed. he shrugged. “do you think anyone would want to date the guy who still keeps stuffed animals on his bed?” he reached over to grab a large plush wolf and tossed it over to you. “I call him wolfie. real original, right?”

you looked up at him, being hit in the face by the wolf. shaking your head playfully, you put wolfie on the side of you and gave him some sweet pets. “I dunno, I would.” once you realized what you said, you cleared my throat. “i'm uh, just saying, you're super popular around school and really athletic. you have a cool ass car and money pouring out of your pockets. how are you still single?”

matt sat down on his bed and began to peel his sweaty shirt off of his body, tossing it to a nearby hamper and sliding the tank top on. “that's exactly the thing though, I want someone to like me for… me, not my money or my status. I let people step over me too much-” matt’s voice trailed off, glancing over to you. “-are you trying to come onto me?” his tone was playful but the continuous stare at you meant he actually wanted an answer. as soon as the words left his lips, your eyes widened. the clacking sound of the keyboard paused instantly. you didn't even have to say anything for him to get his answer. “... wait, really?”

you looked up at matt, opening your mouth to speak but every thought in your head flew out the window when you noticed he changed his shirt. his body was framed perfectly by the cotton. your eyes trailed down to his arms, shivering at the sight of the muscles. “... not- I mean- I mean I think-” you swallowed spit, trying to ignore the heat rising up in your face. “.... m-maybe? I mean, I'm not coming onto you but- I- I didn't mean to-!”

originally you had thought matt was upset at you. of course you knew each other, you were classmates, but the fear of matt believing you wanted to take advantage of him was sending panic through your brain. you were trying to form an explanation but was stunned into silence when you noticed matt’s face curl into a slight smile. “holy shit I thought I was being a…. massive creep.”

“h-huh?”

“man I-” he took in a deep breath. “earlier, we-... oh man I thought I was insane for feeling this way so… soon.” matt stood up and paced around a bit, clearly taken aback by your answer.

were you hearing this right? matt liked you? it was most likely a form of puppy love, the conversations and connections you had earlier sparking a crush. this could change very soon, but, right here, right now? you both were developing emotions for each other.

“I mean, as soon as I saw that you were going to be my partner, I was really stoked. you're so smart and passionate about your thoughts- and your art is really cute, you didn't make any shitty comments about my drawings.” matt had just began to ramble, staring down at your surprised face. “-I mean, jeez, i’m sorry. what… what are you thinking right now?”

the desperation in his voice, his eyes scanning your face for any sort of discomfort solidified the feelings you've been mulling on. it was a crush, you knew it now. not only that, matt had one on you as well. taking a sip of your water, you met his gaze. “... I uh, I saved your number in my phone with the note ‘cute’ attached to it.” was all you were able to muster. the reaction on his face was everything. matt looked like he was 12 years old again, smiling in front of the mcmahon stadium. “yeah it's… early, but, all the time we spent together today made me feel like i’ve known you for years. you've always been so kind to me, you listen to me and… you opened up to me. I met a very different matthew taylor today, not the rich, athletic, meathead matt. I met the real, authentic matthew taylor. I think I really like him.” your nervous facial expression shifted to be softer, gently closing your laptop and placing it to the side.

“... wow- …” now it was matt's turn to look dumbfounded. your words hit straight home, shooting through his heart. “... let's… take this slow though.” matt gently rested a hand on your shoulder, shuffling off of his bed and sitting next to you, letting you keep the beanbag. “I really want to get to know you.”

you nodded, realizing you probably spewed your heart out a bit too much. he was right though, there was no need to rush whatever feelings were brewing up. “that's a great idea, yeah. I mean-” there was an idea that flashed through your brain, feeling your face heat up even at the concept of suggesting it.”-it is a friday night…” you hoped matt would understand what you implied.

he stared at you, a tad bit confused. his eyes were clearly trying to piece two and two together. you raised a brow, trying to stifle a laugh. once his mouth popped open, you knew he finally got it. “sleepover!? well, that makes it sound like a kids playdate. stay over? uh…” he fiddled with his fingers, lips struggling to contain his smile. it was clear that matt enjoyed the idea.

“-matt, hey. yes, a sleepover is fine.” you rolled your eyes and stretched your back against the side of his bed. looking over to the window, you noticed the sun was setting. you had only been here for a small bit, not expecting to stay any later than an hour or so. “but tomorrow, we need to work on this project.”

matt gave you a brief nod. “cool! cool, cool. cool.” he stood up, still gazing down at you before rubbing the back of his head. “... are you okay with sleeping in the guest bedroom?” there was a very light whine to his question, you were confident that he didn't want to be alone this time around. it only just hit you how few people he probably, truly hung out with in his own home.

“I mean, if that's where you want me to be.” keeping eye contact with him, you noticed a brief flicker of disappointment. “-but your bed is huge. I wouldn't complain if I slept in it with you.” you hoped the comment didn't come off as weird. all matt did was smirk.

“alright, if you insist.” there was a tease in his voice. “but there's one rule. I get the wall.” his head flicked over to his bed. “kapeesh?”

rolling your eyes, you stood up and stretched as well, turning to face him. “yeah well… what if I wanted the wall?” you teased back. “sleepover canceled, sorry.”

the look on matt’s face caused your heart to skip a beat. his playful gaze turned almost fearful, lips quivering. “h-hey! no- ok, you can have the wall. i’m fine without it, promise.” he extended a hand towards that side of the bed. “... are you serious?”

“matt, hey. I was joking. you're okay, I promise.” you stepped forward, resting your hand on his shoulder. “it's your house, your bed. don't let people step all over you.” you weren't aware how your simple words would sit with him. “that's one thing I want you to know about me, I won't sit there and… do stuff like that. believe it or not, I actually respect you.”

it was as if matt had never been told that in his life. he just stared, dumbfounded. “... you'd be surprised how little I hear that.”

empathy flooded you. stepping forward, you gently wrapped your arms around Matt and rested your head against his shoulder. you could smell the sweat from earlier still clouding him, his skin warm and damp. matt hesitated to return the hug, not because he didn't want it, but because he wasn't sure what you would be comfortable with. after a moment of internal debating, he closed the hug, letting out a staggered breath as he let his head fall onto your own shoulder.

“I really, really hope we work out. I love knowing you.” you said quietly, tightening the hug just a little.

“I love you too.” he pulled away ever so slightly, looking down at you. your eyes and his connected, unspoken promises being exchanged between each other. it was intimate, heavenly. you knew he didn't exactly repeat what you said, but, that didn't bother you. if matt felt comfortable enough to confess any type of admiration to someone like you, then you must have been doing something right.

the rest of the night was filled with lighthearted activities. matt offered to order dinner, but after some desperate pleading, he finally let you pay for it. he made a note to either pay you back for it or take up making you breakfast in the morning to make up for it. you both settled on something greasy and familiar, picking off of each other's plates and having lighthearted conversation. at one point, he turned on youtube to show you some clips of the calgary wolfpack, explaining the game as well as possible between his bites of food. you had to remind him multiple times to relax and chew, or he might end up choking. football must have wiped him out.

once you both finished dinner, he actually made the effort to introduce you to his father, who was taking a break from his busy work schedule. he was a loving, family man. it was almost as if he ignored you at first to ask his son about his day at school and practice. you couldn't help but admire their closeness, matt was loved. you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be a part of this family. after they caught up, his father approached you and greeted you with a handshake. he looked you up and down and made a comment about you not being from the highschool team, which matt embarrassingly had to interject. once his father learned you were a class friend, particularly from the project, he seemed to lighten up a bit. as he spoke about matt’s grades, you couldn't help but notice a tiny bit of shame spread across his face. you assured his father that with you around, those grades would skyrocket.

as the night came to a close, you and him took the opportunity to start a film. it was one of his favorites, one of the ones that inspired him to play football. 'remember the titans’. it was a classic film, he told you. a movie that blurred the lines between the sport and the people who played it. you couldn't help but admire his passion for the film, despite how sleepy you were beginning to get. matt promised you multiple times he would stop talking throughout the movie, but he just got so excited to point out fun facts or easter eggs. you bit your tongue every time you got tired, desperate to stay awake for the rest of the film. matt had shifted to laying down behind you, taking his wall spot. as the movie continued on, his talking slowed down and eventually became non-existent.

you were barely able to keep your eyes open as the credits started. a wave of relief shot through you, a desperate sigh leaving your lips. you hoped matt hadn't heard it, turning your head with a smile to let him know your final thoughts before seeing his passed out figure resting. your excited smile softened into a loving one, a huff of air leaving your nose. cute.

reaching over to grab the remote, you flicked off the TV. the only source of light was faded but glowing green stars on the ceiling. you hadn't noticed it before, looking up to stare at the sight. every star seemed to be placed at random, a few moons and saturns added here and there. emotions rushed to your heart, this wasn't the matt taylor that the people at school knew. this was your matt taylor.

you leaned back onto the pillow, the coldness taking you by surprise. silk, these were silk pillows. everytime you blinked, the stars disappeared for a second. as much as you wanted to continue staring, overthinking every word from today, sleep just overtook you. your eyes slowly began to fade into black, the last thing you remember was rolling over onto your side and pulling a warm body into your chest. matt’s warm, sweaty, comfortable body.

eventually, you woke up. you kept your eyes closed, humming quietly as you started to regain your surroundings. your hands gripped against whatever it could grab, wiggling your body. sleep was still gnawing at your brain, but it was time to wake up. you let out a small groan, finally peeling your eyes open. all you could see was a colored wall, definitely one that wasn't your own. after a moment or two of consideration, you shot up and looked around. this wasn't your room. it took you a few moments to regain your consciousness and make out your surroundings. posters, stuffed animals, a bean bag. matt. a relieved sigh left your mouth. you slept over at matt's house…

you took a moment to stretch your arms against your head, whining at the pop in your shoulder. your eyes were still bleary, rubbing them cautiously and taking another glance around your room. matt wasn't anywhere to be seen. apart of you wanted to stay in his room, but… where was matt? he had no football practice on saturdays, from what you remembered, so where could he be? once you regained your regular senses, something wafted through the air. bacon… eggs… and… what was that?

it was breakfast, that's what your brain assumed. you yawned quietly, rubbing your eyes once again and removing the blanket from your body. getting off the bed, you gave yourself one last good stretch before walking towards the door and opening it. matt’s house. everything felt… safe here. your eyes caught the stairs, slowly trailing down them to meet the first floor. the scents only became stronger. that's where you saw matt, busy in the kitchen. you were shocked at his actions, looking him up and down before finally speaking. “matt?”

he flinched at your words, whipping around to meet your eyes. matt offered a soft grin, closing his eyes and holding up a spatula. he was wearing an apron, frilly and purple, something his mom would wear.

“good morning, sleepyhead. I promised you i'd make breakfast, didn't I?”

i'm so, so sorry this took so long. I promise in the future it won't be like this. I over thought this whole thing but hey, the matt taylor fans are gonna lose their fucking minds LOL. please enjoy this, you all mean so much to me. it's an absolute honor to be apart of this fandom and it's an honor to write for you all. thank you for the request, you're an angel for waiting 🫀

[black star themed borders were designed by milkb on deviantart]

#until dawn #x reader #until dawn x reader #matt taylor #matthew taylor #matt taylor x reader #matthew taylor x reader

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moribundt-mores · 19 days ago

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I got to see Punko's live stream as part of the Webtoon "Level Up Event" and I hope it's okay to repeat this but someone asked if she's going to go to more cons and she name-dropped NYCC 👉👈 I remember last year I hounded the Webtoon booth asking if she would show up so I'm sooo excited if it's true!! 😭 But that also means like FUCK I've known I've wanted to cosplay this series since it came out and if I get a chance to meet Punko I gotta do it in cosplay, right? 😭 Even though I told myself this would be the year I am easy on myself and my wallet and don't make anything too flashy but--

If anyone else is going to NYCC and wants to cosplay it together what if we had a whole group!!?? Meetup-style so anything / anyone would be allowed. We could take over the con and get people to ask "what is this?" lol. It would be so much fun. 😎

Aaaaughhghgh I can't decide which outfit to make I'm looking at references now 🙈 Dreams By Night Chase is calling to me...but I'm also like...not the long white cape on the MTA 🤡 Toffee Break Buddy is unfortunately still my favorite outfit in the series but Requiem of Blood is the one I resonate the most with emotionally 😱 UGH must decide-

Also the talk was really helpful and inspiring ; 3; . Obviously I'm not a comic artist and will likely never be on Webtoon / Canvas but as someone stepping out into the public for the first time to put my writing / game before the world it's been a big, scary, and overwhelming journey so far. Oh, but also surprisingly fun... Getting to meet new people, try new things, and push my limits. I truly feel like I'm learning new things every day. I honestly don't know how Punko can do all the things she says; I really hope she takes time to sleep. :,) But I hope that someday I can build the kind of community she has. Just how everyone is so nice and active and fun! Punko never gave up on her dream so I won't, either! I think being an artist means being able to pick yourself up no matter what gets in your way, and being comfortable with failure as even an "unsuccessful" project just adds to your backlog. Like how I found out about Cinderella Boy and I was so hyperfixated I went back and read all of her older comics as well (though it was a big shock when I realize she also created Bizenghast from back in the day lol). I thought "failing" would be really discouraging, but somehow, I haven't lost my strength yet. I still keep looking to the future and thinking about all that's ahead. If I continue to make my stories, my book, my game, my podcast...eventually something will work out... That's the hope in any case! 😁🤞

#cinderella boy #Mori's Musings

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deblklesb · 2 years ago

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Maybe reader goes into a full autistic/neurodivergent shutdown and Abby helps reader?

(disclaimer: I'll describe it based on my personal experience with shutdowns and also on what I've seen some people sharing. not all autistic people have the same experience, please keep that in mind)

i just KNOW abby would be so so supportive and caring with you!

like depending on the au she could have more or less knowledge about autism, i think doctor!abby could have more experience after appointments with autistic patients and etc. (she went out of her way to learn more in order to create a better experience to them), but either way would first and foremost ask you in simple questions about what you need, as in presenting options for you that doesn't need too much to think about.

"Want me to stay with you?"

"Hey, I brought water for you, babe. I'll leave the bottle in the bedside table"

"You need to eat, bun. I'll bring something for you okay?"

She'll get your favorite food. And if there's none in the house (most of the times you don't run out of your comfort food, but anything can happen) she calls for some delivery - she's not leaving you the first times because she doesn't know what you might need.

The lights bother you even more in shutdowns, so she'll have just one light on in the house, maybe the bathroom because it's central, or the kitchen because it's farther from your room. Sometimes you like to watch your favorite show or favorite movie on and on, so she tries not to interrupt.

There are times when you specifically ask her to stay with you, and so she does. If working next to you it's okay, she can lay down by your side and do some, just the very necessary, before giving you her undivided attention. At this point she also knows some lines of the movies, and so she repeats them along and laughs with you.

Abby is a-okay with being your personal weight blanket. Sometimes you just need her to lay on top of you, between your legs, and she stays there happily. You love how warm she is, and that she lets you stim caressing her skin and making braids on her hair over and over.

Once you got months without a shutdown, so when it came it made you so frustrated and nervous. Abby got home to find you laying on the floor due to the very hot day, face swollen with tear trails, only panties on your body; your skin was directly in contact with the cold ground as you looked at the TV.

"Hey, babe", she said, putting the keys on the table. When you didn't answer, she left her bag at the corridor and took out the shoes, coming closer. She crouched next to you, noticing how you weren't looking at her. "Bun? Are you okay?"

You just shook your head, still looking at the TV. Silent, you pulled your phone closer and wrote on the notes app.

The day was shit. it's too hot so i was sweating all the time and I'm already feeling like crap. my boss was so fucking stupid, he doesn't know how to maintain a good work place and just acts like all ableism is just jokes between co-workers when i distinctively told him it's affecting my job. I can't punch that motherfucker of coworker in the face because i would be fired and i need the job. and on top of all of that, traffic was hell, people kept honking all the time up and down, the chatting in the bus sounded louder than usual and i think my body doesn't want to stay together anymore because of this godforsaken heat.

Her blue eyes, bathed by the cool LED of the TV, wandered around the screen as she read you rant. And then she was seating there, not too close but enough for you to feel her presence.

"I'm so so sorry, bun", she whispered, not touching you. Your feet were brushing against each other, since the sensation soothed you, and the open window let the smallest wind come inside the apartment. "Have you eaten?"

I haven't been able to get up after i showered

"Okay. I'll go take a shower myself and then I'll make us something to eat, alright?"

She was next to you all the time that night. She didn't ask you nothing the whole time, just putting the food for you and then sitting there on the floor so you could eat together. Abby didn't come too close because she knew the temperature wasn't ideal and you both didn't had the money to get an air-conditioning yet, she just stated that you could come to her when you felt comfortable to do so and offered her hand to be held in the mean time.

After an impossible to count amount of time, you rested your head on her thigh, still quiet and watching the cartoon.

"Oh my God, Dooffenschmirtz' building looks so much like Ferb. Like, the shape... I never noticed that before", she muttered more to herself, but the fact brought a chuckle out of you. And as simple as it was, it made her chest a little bit warmer; to see you slowly relaxing and regulating.

"Do you want to sleep on our bed or here on the living room, babe?" She asked after a long time, because it was getting late and soon you'd have to sleep.

The living room was cooler than your room, and the mattress could be so hot during the night you'd wake up all sweaty and sticky - if the heat during the day was painful, waking up on drenched sheets would make you so so much worst. And you had that traveling mattress, you could put it on the floor and stay there for the rest of the night, next to the living room window.

"I can stay on the couch so you won't be alone", she added.

I guess I'll sleep here. We can fix the area to be more comfortable. I'll help you.

You stood slowly and the place was soon being organized to better accommodate you both. She got some pillows and thin sheets, you padded the simple mattress and covered the couch with a duvet to make it more comfortable for Abby.

That night she slept with her hand between yours, and you felt so grateful for having someone that would be with you through those times. You kept caressing her hand with your thumb because the stim was soothing you, untill you fell asleep with some cool wind coming from the restless city night.

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thevoicefromanotherworld · 5 months ago

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"I'VE GOT YOU, PRINCESS"

Sooo I wrote another smut story with Logan!

I hope you like it!

tags: @lubdubology @damimami1994 @matronmothercrone

It was Christmas break, and some children had already left with their parents to spend the holidays with their families.

You were not part of that group. Since you had manifested your powers at the age of thirteen, your parents were scared and kicked you out of the house.

The professor found you at the door of a cafeteria asking for money to buy food to put in your mouth.

He knew perfectly well who you were and what you could do, thanks to Cerebro, so he offered you a home where you would be safe, in addition to being able to learn more about your powers and those of others thanks to the classes taught at his school for young talents.

At that moment you were heading towards Professor Howlett's office, when you saw how Jean with the help of Storm helped the little ones to hang the Christmas decorations on the tree.

You smiled at seeing that homely image, and once you thanked the universe that Xavier had found you when he did. You would not know what would have become of you if he had not done so.

When you arrived, you knocked softly with your knuckles, and after hearing a nod from him on the other side of the door, you entered. Logan looked up at you, making you freeze in place as usual.

You may have developed a stupid crush on him over the past two months. We say stupid, because you knew you were never going to be able to have anything with him. I mean, he was your teacher and you were his young student.

Besides, it was clear that he didn't feel the same way about you… Right?

-Hi y/n - he greeted, looking at you with a kind smile on his lips - what a surprise to see you in my office - he said - Shouldn't you be with your friends celebrating the start of the holidays? - he asked delicately - I was finishing grading some exams - he pointed to the pile of papers in front of him - What brings you here? - he wanted to know then - Do you have any questions about next year's classes?

-No –you said then- I came because I need your help

-My help –he repeated in a whisper holding your gaze-

-Yes, it's just that I have… a problem –you muttered, he nodded slowly-

-I see –he murmured looking at you intently- What kind of problem?

-I think I haven't been behaving as I should lately –you blurted out, not wanting to prolong the agony any longer-

-Is that true? –he questioned, his voice was now dangerously low and hoarser than before- And what do you want me to do about it? -I could use some classes outside of school hours –you answered timidly, Logan smelled the sweet aroma of your excitement floating in the air, accompanied by the blush that adorned your cheeks-

-What kind of classes? –he pressed, his hoarse laugh made you shudder from head to toe- oh I see –he whispered- Do you like to tease me, honey? -Your gaze answered on its own without you needing to speak- we shouldn't be having this conversation- he whispered- you should be a good girl, wish me a merry Christmas and go with your friends- he smiled- but I know that's not what you want to do, am I wrong?

-No- you whispered in a small voice at the intensity of his words- I don't want to be a good girl- you said before you regretted it due to your shyness-

-Well, since we're being honest now it's my turn- he murmured resting his arms crossed on the table- I've felt your gaze on me for a while now- he said saying out loud your greatest fear: that he had noticed. He continued- that's not the kind of behavior I expected from you, so you really need a lesson, right? –he asked more to himself than for you to answer, while patting his thigh with his hand- come here then –he asked- sit on my lap

Your legs felt like they were made of butter as you walked towards him. You sat down, feeling the muscles in his legs move beneath you.

-I have to confess that I've been watching you too - he whispered placing a lock of hair behind your ear delicately, the tip of his fingers lightly brushing the lobe - you always try to go unnoticed - he said - you think that nobody is watching you, but the reality is that I've caught several boys drooling over you when you weren't looking - he whispered with an amused smile - I had to contain myself so that my claws wouldn't come to the surface every time that happens

-I… don't… - you stammered - I don't think that's true - you muttered - they were probably looking at someone who was behind me or something like that - you murmured - normally that's what usually happens

-Not on this occasion, princess - he insisted fixing his gaze on you attentively - oh, I see what's happening - he murmured - you've never been like this with anyone, have you? - he questioned, you slowly nodded - honey, am I the first? -You nodded again- don't worry, I'll try to be careful with you -he raised the corner of his lips- unless you don't want me to be

-I once had a boyfriend, although it only lasted a couple of weeks –you confessed, he watched you firmly, since he knew that you were not one to drop any comment about your private life just like that, so when it happened, it was because you really trusted the person you were with at that moment, enough to tell them- we… -you swallowed hard, the blush returned to your cheeks- we were going to do it, and before we got to second base he chickened out- you explained- it turned out that he was also a virgin and he told me… -you felt how the tears threatened to start running down your cheeks- he told me that he didn't want to lose her to someone like me- you said, feeling liberated instantly after having said it- I haven't let anyone touch me again since then- you shrugged- I guess since then I feel like I'll never be good enough for anyone

-Don't say that- he whispered holding your face between his hands gently- listen to me because I'll only repeat it once- he said- What happened wasn't your fault, that kid was an asshole who didn't know how to appreciate what he had in front of him - he murmured firmly - he would never do something like that to you again, you know that, right?

-I know - you nodded, he smiled at you leaving a loving kiss on your forehead -

-Fine - he murmured watching you - in that case I will make you take a good memory of your first time - he smiled - Are you sure you want to do it?

-Yes - you answered faster than you had planned, Logan's smile grew wider -

-You're driving me crazy, princess - he whispered before joining his lips with yours -

He kissed them delicately at first. You followed his rhythm when he increased the intensity.

You may have been a virgin, but it wasn't the first time you were kissed. Although you didn't remember anyone ever doing it like he was doing at that moment.

He tugged at your bottom lip between his teeth, making you let out a gasp, which he drank in as he continued the kiss.

Before you knew it, you had ended up sitting on his desk with him between your legs. His powerful figure in front of you made you feel small, which you liked more than you were willing to admit to anyone, let alone him.

His hands placed themselves on your bare legs and moved up to rest on your hips, making circles in that area. You sighed against his lips, before he pulled away to look at you.

The way you were coming undone against him with that simple touch made him lose his mind little by little.

-I can smell your arousal, princess -he whispered- Are you wet for me yet?-he questioned, you nodded-

-Yes -you gasped- please Logan… let me… I need…

-Shhh –he hissed, placing his index finger on your lips- patience, darling –he asked- first I want to see you –he reached out his hand towards the shirt you were wearing- Can I?

After nodding his head, he quickly got rid of your shirt, while he did the same with his.

His muscled chest and broad shoulders were in front of you. Your powers allowed you to feel his adamantium skeleton moving under his skin.

The dog tags hung from his neck, resting between his pectorals. You reached out for them to hold them, and he allowed you, something he didn't let just anyone do.

You looked up at him again, while he approached you again to kiss you. His lips covered yours with more need than before, and little by little the clothes of both were left in a messy pile on the floor.

When you saw how he put on the condom and kneaded your hips with his hands in a reassuring gesture, you panicked, so you couldn't help but ask:

-Is it going to hurt? –the way you asked it made Logan's heart skip a beat in his chest, since the last thing he wanted was to hurt you, although he knew it was inevitable that it would hurt-

-It might hurt a little at first –he said giving you a reassuring smile- I don't want to hurt you, princess –he whispered- but this is inevitable –he confessed- Are you sure you want to continue?

-Yes –you repeated holding onto his shoulders- just, promise me that afterwards you won't leave and you'll ignore me as if nothing had happened

-I wouldn't dream of it –he assured you lining himself up against your entrance- Are you ready? -He asked, and when you nodded he slowly entered you, drawing a moan from deep within you-

He placed the palm of his hand against your mouth, while making a gesture of silence with the other hand.

-You have to be quiet, princess -he said- you don't want everyone to know what's going on here, do you? -he questioned, you nodded again-

-Logan… -you gasped feeling him stretching you- it hurts…

-I know, darling -he kissed your lips with a delicacy that made you want to cry- I know -he repeated connecting his gaze with yours- I promise it will pass soon, okay? -you nodded- I'm going to move -he warned, slowly rotating your hips to gently push against you-

It turns out he was right. At first it hurt, but then all you felt was him. His hands were everywhere, kneading your back, holding your hips, as were his lips, which every so often kissed your neck.

You noticed how a pressure was growing in your lower abdomen by leaps and bounds. You held onto his arm firmly, making him look at you alarmed.

-Are you okay? –he asked, searching for the answer in your eyes-

-Yes, it's just that… -you murmured shyly- I think I'm going to cum

-Do it princess, I'm here –he whispered- I've got you

After that, you leaned against his chest while he traced the waves of your hair with his fingers. You could feel his breath on the top of your head.

-Logan?

-What's wrong, honey? -he asked-

-This has been the best start to a vacation of my entire life- you said making him laugh-

-Mine too- he whispered leaving a tender kiss on the top of your head-

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