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gyusrose · 1 year ago

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➵ i still get jealous -> y. jw

⚠︎ smut ! (mdni)

✎ toxic!jungwon, unprotected sex, degrading, dirty talk, face-fucking, angry sex

summary: you’ve been friends with jake for as long as you can remember, jungwon shouldn’t feel insecure about him, right?

wc: 1.5k

{ jungwon x fem.reader}

( i got inspired by that one question they asked won in the fan meet hehehe)

“wonie? wonie? is everything alright?” jungwon gripped the steering wheel locking his jaw. of course he wasn’t alright.

you’ve spent the entire night (according to him) on your phone texting that fucker. it’s always ‘jake this’ ‘jake that’ he’s starting to feel a certain way about this dude.

jungwon shook his head at your question, not trying to start arguing while he’s driving.

“you’re just awfully silent, is something bothering you? do you feel sick?”

jungwon rolled his eyes at your naiveness, you pretty much ignored him (again according to him) the whole night.

“i don’t know, maybe ask jake how he feels.” there. he said it, well.. spatted.

you instantly rolled your eyes, he’s back at it again.

“don’t start, you know exactly what’s between me and jake.”

“are you sure ? you were giggling on the phone the whole night!”

“i answered one 3-minute call! that’s it! do you not trust me ?”

“i sometimes feel like i don’t, you barely talked to me, it always jake jake jake jake.”

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. where was he getting all of this from?

jungwon was in fact wrong. you didn’t ignore him nor talked with jake the whole night. you answers ONE call from him and then turned off your phone to give jungwon all your undivided attention. but jungwon like always, overthinks everything.

“at this point just date him.” at this point jungwon was furious.

“oh stop being ridiculous jungwon!”

“oh i’m ridiculous ? alright we’ll see.”

the rest of the ride was quiet, you didn’t have the guts to respond to jungwon after what he said. your breath quickened, for some reason you felt..nervous?

jungwon threw his keys on the counter as y’all entered the apartment.

he pulled you into the bedroom in a blink of an eye, gripping your neck, so you’re looking at him straight in the eye.

“i’m gonna fucking teach you, not to be such a little slut, i’m the only man you should talk to, am i right?”

you nodded quickly.

“use your words”

“yes, yes jungwon only you.”

he let go of your neck, now stripping from his clothes, you went along with his steps and took your own clothes off.

“on your knees baby.”

he said stroking his dick in front of you.

“you know what to do.” you grabbed his base and licked the tip slowly. feeling the urge to tease him.

jungwon groaned at your actions. grabbing your chin.

“nuh uh, open wide, i see what you’re trying to do.” you opened up your mouth while he grabbed hair into a ponytail. his hips thrusted up inside your mouth as he pushed your head down onto his cock. pretty much fucking the hell out of your face.

jungwon’s eyes closed in pleasure as he continued to furiously thrust into your mouth, the feeling of tagging drove him over the edge, the way your throat closes made his dick twitch.

“fuck yeah, that’s right, keep that mouth open for me whore. “

at some point you couldn’t take it anymore and started moaning into his dick sending vibrations through it.

he finally pulled out of your mouth, not wanting to cum so easily. you were just adjusting your breathing when you felt being thrown into the bed.

“are you tired already ? i haven’t even fucked you yet, how pathetic.” she said shaking his head in disappointment.

without any warning, he inserted two of his long fingers into your cunt, making your back arch at the sudden sensation. he purposely went really slow, loving to see how stressed you’d get. lifting your hips up a little to go faster.

jungwon held your hips still, smacking the inside of your thigh, making you squirm.

“you think i’m going to let you do what you want?” his fingers still thrusting into you curling them inside.

you moaned loudly, wanting to be filled up already.

“please jungwon, fuck me, just fuck me!”

jungwon chuckled, this is how he wanted to see you, begging for him only him.

“so desperate for my dick, you fucking love it don’t you?” he said looking straight at you.

you could barely form a sentence but you managed to.

“yes please wonie just fill me up, i need you.” jungwon didn’t want to give in so easily but fuck was that so hard to do when you’re looking at him with those eyes begging to be fucked.

he retracted his fingers from you and instead lined himself up with your entrance. the wetness from his dick and your pussy was more than enough lube.

he dragged his dick up and down your pussy making you whine.

finally, he slowly entered you. nothing could be compared to the feeling of being inside of you. the way your pussy engrossed his cock almost made him cum on the spot.

jungwon wasted almost no time and started slamming into you with no mercy, your cries could probably be heard from blocks away.

the bed squeaked with every thrust he stirred.

“oh fuck jungwon, just like that fuck yes!” he knew how to drive you crazy, knowing exactly where to hit in your insides.

“mhm yeah? you like that? can jake fuck you like this? can he?” he grabbed your chin straight at him. normally you would roll your eyes at his remarks over your best friend but how hot it looked right now.

wanting to tease him more, you nodded your head.

“i don’t know maybe, he could probably go faster..” jungwon was appalled.

his thrusts weee enraged. you could feel how infuriated he was with every one of them. it was amazing.

“oh you think? can he make you feel like this? huh?” his hand lowered to your pussy, rubbing your clit in circular motion making you hips snap at the impact it had on your body.

you whines, moaned and groaned at all once.

“answer me!”

“no-shit - not he can’t.” with the speed he was going at, jungwon was dying for this view, you tits bouncing up at every thrust, he couldn’t help but lean down to suck and fondle them.

your hands reached down to his hair, gripping it not wanting him to pull away from them.

jungwon pulled away from your nipple and leaned back to his original position. now putting your legs over his shoulder in order to go even deeper (if possible) .

“only i can see you like this, you get that slut? no one, specifically jake can.”

“yes only you baby, fuck i’m gonna cum!” tears could be seen streaming down your face from the immense amount of pleasure you were receiving. jungwon wiped your tears then leaned down engulfing you in a deep kiss. his tongue swirled around yours, it felt like everything all at once. lust, love, anger, compassion.

“who’s pussy is this huh? tell me.”

“i’m cumming holy shit.”

“do not cum! tell me answer my question! who’s pussy is this?”

the ecstasy from the pleasure but now the urge to cum made your mind numb. barely forming a sentence.

“yours jungwon.” you said quietly, sure he heard it but he wasn’t content with it.

“i can’t hear you!” jungwon leaned closer to you. smirking. he wanted to cum so bad, but he wanted to hear you say that before it.

“yours jungwon! all yours to fuck.” you said much louder this time, the stress visible in your voice.

that’s all it took jungwon to come undone inside of you.

“fuck cum with me baby, cum all over my dick.” your orgasm mixed with his meant a furor of moans echoing around the bedroom.

jungwon pulled out of you before plopping right next to you, hugging your waist.

“tell that fucker to not call you so much.” you chuckled and kissed his lips knowing damn well that you’ll probably do it again in order to have this side of jungwon again.

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madelynraemunson · 9 months ago

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Married au with Rockstar!Eddie where he's just a man STARVED when he goes home from tour. LIKEEEE, he's just a needy husband in need of reader's loving and he's been lacking just that for months now ☹️☹️☹️ (please the Eddie brainrot is consuming my every being.)

☆ The Crawl ☆

rockstar!eddie munson x housewife!afab!reader

CW: 18+ obvs, needy, pathetic sub eddie, dom-ish afab reader, dick riding, cum eating, dirty talkin’ nasty goodness, eddie literally crawling towards us 🫠🫠, facial, implied unprotected p in v sex, dribbler!eddie

author's note: this is my first time writing sub!dribbler!eddie hehehe eds is usually a dom!shooter in my universe. i hope you all enjoy!!! 💌

WC: 686 words

“Need you to have your way with me, sweetheart…need you to use me…Can’t take it anymore. Please."

You meet your husband's desperate gaze as he brushes his stiff cock against your thighs, prodding you for the sensual loving you had promised him when he was to come back from tour.

Craving every inch of your touch, the man is at your mercy. And that damn polaroid picture you sent him a few days ago? The damn polaroid of that pretty pussy of yours, your glistening folds spread apart by your perfectly manicured fingers, the white border holding space for the title, “all for you” signed by your rouge red lipstick? Eddie damn near kicked the tour bus driver out his seat to turn the vehicle back around himself.

But, of course, the show had to go on. And as stoked as Eddie was for Corroded Coffin's Rise of Kas Tour, nothing compares to being with you, wrapped up in your intimacy in the comfort of the home you two share.

And now 385 days later, you two are here.

“Need you to ride me dry…” he pleads. “Need both lips on my cock baby, he’s missed you so much…”

“Nuh uh,” you smirk, enjoying yourself just a little. “Not gonna do away with the flatteries just yet.”

“Fucking please, princess,” Eddie begs. “Been blue-balled all tour, you can’t do this to me.”

“Oh but I can.”

Hellbent and greedy, your smitten, pussy starved husband treads hopelessly towards you on all fours as you guide him to the bedroom.

Too many press photos and interviews. Too many groupies lining up outside the tour bus to claim their spots with Gareth, Grant, and Jeff. And far too many titties to sign, but Eddie knows he shouldn’t refuse, cuz since he built his brand off being a sex-crazed rockstar, rejecting the ladies would mark the end of his — very successful — career.

Too much of tour life on repeat. And never enough of you. And when he finally gets you, the whining only seems to intensify.

Your twinkling, cum-coated tits bounce in Eddie's face as you frantically taunt your clit with his wide, veiny cock. The sight of you tossing your head back, a mewling mess as he splits you open is enough to tug orgasms out of Eddie’s blissfully aching body. And as you clench around him, screams getting louder by the pump, his spewing tip begins to twitch with every jab into your guts.

“Oh baby…shit, mmfuck, ‘m so fucking sensitive baby, you have no idea.”

Your excitement pools at the base of his naval. Knowing he's not going to last all that long, Eddie whimpers at the sight, his photographic conscious saving the episodic eye-sore for a midday work flashback.

“I love you so much,” he moans. Your orgasm begins to splash around him with every bounce. "Missed your beautiful face. Missed your tight fucking pussy."

“I love you, sweet boy,” you hum. “Your dick makes me feel so good, Eddie, fuck. You’re not going anywhere.”

Eddie releases one strained groan before he loses control. Now completely shifting the roles, Eddie pins you into place as he probes for his finish, thrusting into you as the sweat rushes down his body, his full sack beating at your skin as you ride out your last together.

“Fuck baby, yes baby, yes baby,” he pants. “Gonna be the death of me baby, oh fuck…”

And before he completely empties himself in you, Eddie retreats and finishes on your face. He beams down at you in awe as he glazes the hollows of your cheeks, glosses your lips, and caters to the tip of your cum-quenched tongue. Eddie then swoops down to collect his own eager laps, before thanking you with a kiss.

And, to your surprise, when all is said and done, and you’re all wiped down with a nice warm washcloth from the dryer, your husband books it to his office as if there were something else waiting for him behind that door.

“Eds,” you wonder. “What are you doing?”

“I need to write a song.”

#maddy’s requests 🍸#maddy’s mailbox ✨#rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x you

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lewkwoodnco · 8 months ago

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Can I make you a request about Anthony Lockwood based on the song “So American” by Olivia Rodrigo🥺😭

so american! - Lockwood x Reader

when he laughs at all my jokes and he says I’m so american oh god it’s just not fair of him to make me feel this much I’d go anywhere he goes when he says I’m so american oh god I’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up i might just be in la la la la la la la la la love

a/n: this fic has been rattling around in my head for a couple of weeks now and I was soooo double minded abt writing it so THANK YOU for the ask!!!!!! might not have written it otherwise heheh also I’m sooo proud of how my gifs turned out it was so fun to colour them all guts themed 😍😍 I hope you enjoy!! <333 also im having issues w the keep reading button AGAIN so sorry :(((

warnings/tropes: lockwood and reader are already in an established relationship, fluffy fluff, veeerrry small sprinkling of angst but happy ending! domestic sweetness

word count: 3.3k!

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“Ready?”

Lockwood ducked into the car's passenger seat, grinning at the sight of her comically desperate expression. George and Lucy were fussing in the backseat, mainly because of Lucy’s seatbelt, or lack thereof, and they didn't seem to notice his arrival.

“Just wear the fucking seatbelt.”

"I'll be fine, George."

"She got her license at 16. 16! They just let anyone drive all willy-nilly up and down the roads in America."

Lucy gave him a look. He finally gave up and tugged at his own seatbelt sceptically, muttering darkly under his breath.

Lockwood & Co. was much more than a psychical investigation agency. Outside of their working hours, each member liked to work on some kind of passion project. After not having driven for over a year since she got her driving license in the States, she had decided to apply for one in London. Luckily, her employer had gallantly offered to provide her with the lessons she badly needed, having been the first of the three to earn his license. Well, employer and boyfriend.

Her mother could hardly believe the news and, frankly, so could she. In a lot of ways, having an English boyfriend was vastly different from having an American one. First, there was a slight communication barrier, given how terrible she was with accents. Then there were the differing preferences - Lockwood seemed forever ready for a cuppa at any time of day, whereas the only kind of tea she really enjoyed was iced tea. Still, these differences left gaps for lingering gazes and silences that stretched on a little too much, and somewhere in between she slipped her hand into his, and the rest was history.

Lockwood turned away to buckle his seatbelt.

"Okay, your seatbelt on?"

"Yes."

"Ready to go?"

"Hang on," came George's peeved voice from behind them, "you're not going to brief her first?" The two of them stared at each other blankly.

"Uh, Y/N, do you remember how to drive?"

"Sure." It was one of those things you never forget, like riding a bicycle. Sure, it had been a while, but how hard could it truly be?

"Brilliant. Now-"

George pulled himself forward between the two front seats, straining against his seatbelt. “We don’t drive on the right side here. We drive on the left side of the road. Left. Left.”

She glanced at her rearview mirror which outlined the line of cars behind them parked on the left side of the street.

“No. You don’t say.”

Lockwood coughed, poorly concealing his laugh as he craned his neck towards the backseat windows. "Right, all clear. I think we can move of-"

"Parking brake."

"Er, right, what George said. Disable the parking brake first."

“I’ve never driven with a parking brake before.”

“So you push in this metal bit, like so,” said Lockwood, gently manoeuvring her fingers into the right grip, “and then pull it up a little, and then bring it all the way down.”

She tugged at it in frustration. “I -it’s not working.”

“Lockwood, did you tell her to step on the “

“Step-on-the-brake-while-doing-that-yes I was just about to say, George. I think I know how to teach someone how to drive. Unless you’d like to take over?”

"Oh, please. You couldn't pay me to sit in the front seat with that maniac driving."

She got her parking brake down, checked her mirrors, and they were off. For a minute there it was quite enjoyable, trundling through the mostly empty backstreets of London. Lockwood even tried to prop his feet on the dashboard before getting badly told off by George. He was forever propping his feet up at the slightest chance - at the Archives, at home, and now here. Maybe it was all part of some innate desire to be a wheelbarrow.

And so, things were going perfectly rosy, until she faced her first real challenge - oncoming traffic. As soon as the car heading towards them came into plain enough view, the four of them went into hysterics. The road was just narrow enough to make overtaking a little too tricky for her abilities at the moment.

“What do I do? WHY isn’t he slowing down?”

“Don’t panic, it’s alright. Stop a little to the side.”

She cursed, fumbling for the brake pedal her foot had carelessly slipped off of. Lockwood was nervously watching the car get closer and closer to them.

“Now would be a good time to stop, Y/N. Brake! BRAKE!”

They shot ahead sharply, swerving right sharply, narrowly missing the car passing them. Lucy swore loudly and George gripped the car grab handle above him as he started scolding no one in particular.

"NOT THE BRAKE!”

Lockwood gripped the steering wheel over her hands, frantically trying to steer them to safety. With some difficulty, she shifted her foot back to the right pedal and slammed the brakes. There was a bit of a scuffle in the backseat, including George going off on Lucy in a very ‘I-told-you-so’ tone.

At the front of the car, Lockwood and she were still frozen, reeling from the past very exciting 30 seconds. Her eyes settled to where his hands were still resting on hers, tightly pinning her fingers to the steering wheel.

“Your hands are so warm.”

He peeled them off almost instantly, and she was sorry she brought it up in the first place. “Yeah, well, they’re panicking, just like the rest of me. What the bloody hell was that? I thought you said you knew how to drive!”

“I do know how to drive.” She bit back a smile at the sight of her 180 cm tall boyfriend trying to catch his breath with his hand dramatically splayed across his chest, muttering something about Americans handing out licenses to just about anyone.

The drive back to the rental car agency was much less eventful. After returning the car, they trudged back up the road to Portland Row. As they hung their coats up, she met his thoughtful gaze.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He drew in a breath and hesitated. “You look nice.”

“Is this some convoluted way of patting yourself on the back for your fashion choices?”

“So you agree? You think you look nice?”

She groaned. She should have known no good was going to come from showing Lockwood Mean Girls. Still, it was hard to stay mad for long at a face like that. "You’re such a nuisance. A…delightful one, arguably, but still a nuisance.”

"You find me delightful?"

"That's your takeaway?”

"Next thing I know you’ll be saying you fancy me.”

“I’m literally wearing your shirt right now.”

“Luce!” He turned and started down the hallway. “Y/N says I’m delightful!”

As usual, the four of them reconvened in the kitchen a little after lunch for a tea break. Well, the four of them minus Lockwood, who had been bullied into fixing a plumbing issue in the basement. They sipped their tea and chewed their biscuits in silence. She wished she could bring down a little for Lockwood.

“Maybe I should go see if he needs some help.”

“No!” George nearly upset his tea, which made Lucy choke on her biscuit. “ Don’t go down there. You’ll distract him, he won’t get shit done, and that’ll be one more week without hot water for me.”

So she sat back down sulkily, brooding over her tea, until another topic of conversation struck her.

“Speaking of Lockwood -“

“- no one’s mentioned Lockwood-“

“-did you guys see the socks he was wearing today?”

Lucy and George didn’t even try to muffle their groans.

“They were very nice socks! They had the most precious pattern of baby ducks against a darling blue backgr-“

She stopped short as Lucy reached across the table to grip her hand.

“Y/N, I say this with love, but if I have to hear one more word about Lockwood, or his stupid bloody socks, I am going to ram a fork into my eye.”

She blinked, confused, and scoffed. “Gosh, you guys are so overdramatic. I don’t talk about him that much.”

George and Lucy exchanged a look.

“Okay, so maybe I like my boyfriend and I enjoy talking about him. Is that really so bad?”

Lockwood rescued all of them from the siege of George’s response by walking in right then, holding a wrench and looking a little worse for wear, but appeared very pleased with himself.

“Fixed!”

“Finally.”

Lucy frowned at the clock above the stove. “Isn’t that client meeting at Tooting today?”

Lockwood’s smile slipped right off as he glanced at his watch and rushed out of the kitchen, muttering furiously. His simple black leather watch which complemented his wrist so perfectly-

“Y/N! Time to leave!”

Maybe George and Lucy had a point.

Once their client meeting had finished, she and Lockwood stood on the pavement outside the house, looking for cabs to flag down. It was a balmy evening, and a cloudless sky meant they could enjoy the warmth of the setting sun beating down on them. She squinted down the road while Lockwood pulled something out from his coat pocket.

“For a job well done this morning and at the meeting…” he revealed two pieces of tightly wrapped square candies sitting on his palm. “A little treat.”

She stared at the candy for a moment, thinking hard.

“Caramel! I just remembered.”

“…what?”

“That’s what we call it in the States. A caramel.”

“It’s made of caramel, sure-“

“Plural is caramels.”

He made a strangled sound from the back of his throat. “Changing an uncountable noun into a countable one? That’s just lazy.”

“Fine. What do you call it?”

“Toffee.” The vowels rolled off his tongue like silk in that English accent that had made it difficult to fully concentrate from day one. Standing next to him, watching him gently and methodically unfolding the golden wrapper, shining and glinting like a beacon of light…maybe this was all she needed to be happy.

“Taw-fee?”

He pulled a face at her exaggerated American drawl, and she leaned her head on his shoulder as he pried apart the stuck halves of the toffee. She watched him visibly relax as the first tangy notes hit his tongue, her own half close to melting in her palm under the brunt of the setting sun. He met her gaze and gave a faint smile, almost reflexively covering her hand with his own.

“God, you’re so American. So, which is it? Toffee or caramel?”

She bites into what's left of the soft treat she's scraped off her palm. It's warm and comforting and she instantly feels a little more happy. Maybe it's the candy, or maybe it's the boy whose side is pressed into hers. Love, she decides. It's love.

“How many cups of tea have you had today?”

As idyllic as the weekend had been, they were back to their usual busy routine which meant that their evening tea break was the first time they’d see each other since breakfast. She had just walked into the kitchen where Lockwood was seated at the kitchen table, pouring over a mess of papers with a cup of tea to the side. One of the first things she had learnt about Lockwood was his near-debilitating addiction to tea. Now, he silently took a sip from his mug and she gave an exaggerated sigh, settling into the opposite end of the table.

“You really drink too much caffeine.”

He quirked his lips into a lopsided half-smile -/ he peered at the papers she had spilled onto the table. “What’s all…” he gestured to her papers with his mug, “…that?”

“The Rotwell agents give me hell for my American accent when they’re on duty at DEPRAC.” She held up her list of words dolefully. “‘Least I can do is pronounce things right.”

He slid into the chair next to her, taking a look at the list. “Which one are you at?”

“Pri-vacy. Pri...vacy. Nope, can't do it.”

“Of course it sounds weird when you say it like that. Try using it in a sentence.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine. If I have to say ‘pri-vacy’ one more time, I’m running you through with my rapier."

Lockwood choked on his tea.

"...or, you know...'pry-vacy' sounds perfectly fine."

She gave him a brief smile. “Anyway, I’ve got to do a Satchell’s run now. Lucy says we’re out of flares. Don’t wait up for me.”

It took her a decent amount of time to collect all the supplies they were out of stock on, yet when she returned Lockwood was still sitting in that same chair, staring at the same papers with worn-out eyes, distractedly tugging at his hair. He barely looked up when she walked in, mystified.

“You’re still up?”

He rubbed his face firmly. “I can’t…I can’t figure this out.” She took a closer look at the papers. There were reports dating back two centuries on the house of one of their upcoming cases.

“The investigation is tomorrow and I have no idea what or where the Source could be.”

“Well…maybe George’s figured it out.”

“If he did, he’d be home by now.” He hunched over the papers once again, his head swaying dangerously close to the table, and she was instantly reminded of how exhausted Lockwood had looked that morning. As if he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. She started stacking some papers together.

“It’s getting late. We should head to bed.”

“But I’m not done yet.”

“You can continue in the morning, but right now, you need to rest.”

His features hardened like he was ready to start a fight, but it lasted all of half a second before they caved to exhaustion. He looked like a drenched cat left out in the rain, with his hair messed up and in disarray.

“George is still at the Archives. What kind of a boss would I be to go to bed now? What kind of a…friend?”

Lockwood leaned back in his chair, briefly pressing a hand to his eyes and then his forehead, his forearm trembling ever so slightly. In the dim light of the kitchen, he seemed more skeleton than Man with his malnourished pallor and the scar on his lip being carefully outlined by a shadow. She ran a hand through his hair, down his neck, all the way to his shoulder.

“Hey. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You’re human, too.”

He gave a deep sigh. “Fine. I’ll come in a while.”

“Promise?”

He gave a jerky nod. The tea in his mug had gone stone cold by then, and so she brewed him a fresh cup. He looked up, confused, as she placed it next to his papers.

“What about the caffeine?”

She bit the inside of her cheek and combed down the hair sticking up all haywire, as if she hadn’t heard him. “What about it?”

He smiled faintly and gave the hand on his shoulder a light squeeze, and returned to his work with his eyes humming with a little more energy.

Later that night, she dreamt that he was falling, and she was losing her mind trying to save him.

She should have known nothing was going to right in the job from the very beginning. None of them had been able to find much information on the house, and they were running late, so tempers were running very high. Even during the case itself, they were forced to split up and fumble through improvised plans. That was until she had stumbled onto Lockwood frozen at the basement door, looking down into the darkness in a strange way.

Go back, he had said. I don’t know what any of us can expect in this place. So I’ll come with you, she had replied. Or let’s wait for George or Lucy. I can’t. Why not? It’s different. I don’t have the time to explain it. Different how?

You’re more important.

The look on his face was more foreign than the house itself.

Now they were home, back at Portland Row. Lucy and George had sensed something was off and retired to their rooms. Lockwood headed towards the kitchen, and she followed him. He hadn’t spoken a word since her face had blanched at the sight of him poised at the basement’s entrance. She tugged at the ends of her hair. She could feel an argument brewing and she didn’t like it one bit.

“Are you okay?”

Lockwood continued rummaging through the refrigerator for his routine drink of orange juice, taking his time to reply. “Don’t I look okay?”

“Yes. No.” He was terribly confusing. “Why did you say you weren’t important?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You said you were less important.”

He finally twisted the cap off the carton with his trembling fingers. The case had shaken all of them up, but for some reason, he was trying to hide it.

“Well…it’s not not true.”

“No it isn’t.”

“I’m a figurehead, Y/N. I represent the agency, that’s my name on the plaque out there, but that’s about it. You, Lucy, George…you’re the soul of the agency.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If…heaven forbid, something were to happen to one of us…”

Oh, he was so aggravating. She massaged her temples. She was going to punch him soon if she wasn’t careful.

“…the lot of you’d be better off without me than anyone else, and-“

"Oh god, shut up already!"

Lockwood abandoned the carton and straightened, and they glared at each other from opposite ends of the kitchen. “Or what? You'll shoot me?"

His expression softened only marginally when he saw how close she was to tears. She shook her head.

"If you pull another stunt like this...I might just have to marry you.”

“I’d have to marry you so that you can look down at your bloody hand and remember that there are people out there who would be nothing without you.”

“Y/-“

“Shame on you, Anthony J. Lockwood. Do you think George wouldn’t care about losing his best friend? Or Lucy? Or me? Hm?”

The tears had started to trickle down her face, and he walked towards her with a sympathetic expression, any and all rage long forgotten, and offered her his handkerchief. She could barely manage a weak glare before caving and accepting it, wiping away at her face. As soon as she was done, she wrapped her arms around him, and he enveloped her in a warm hug that smelled faintly of vanilla.

“That was a…a terrible thing to say, Anthony.”

“I know. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Well, you’re doing a pretty shitty job then. I’m worried about you every day.”

She felt rather than saw his smile, though he could perfectly picture it in her mind - uneven and tipped to the right, but perfectly sincere.

"Also, I'm pretty sure that shooting remark counts as xenophobia."

"Yes, I'm hugging you very xenophobically now."

She buried her face into his chest and scrunched her nose hard. It was moments like these that only cemented her faith that she was never going to find somebody who made her feel the way Lockwood did. Seeing him standing outside the basement, she didn’t even need to think about what to do next. It had become incredibly instinctual - her readiness to take his hand and hurtle into the latest oblivion, blind as a bat. It didn’t get more simple than this: she just wanted to be wherever he was.

It was him and her, and her and him - Portland Row’s cripplingly disaster couple, Mr A.J. Lockwood and Miss Americana.

TAGLIST: @dangelnleif @elenianag080 @snoopyluver20 @ell0ra-br3kk3r @avdiobliss @mitskiswift99 @ahead-fullofdreams @neewtmas @mischivana @houseoftwistedspirits

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #olivia rodrigo #guts spilled #so american #songfic

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blood-grove · 8 months ago

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Werewolf Bites

Masterlist

nausea -> next stage of infection

tws; sickness , injuries , vomiting , violence, no use of y/n

parings: gaz x male reader (established relationship)

-> c/n - call sign

-> n/n - nickname

a/n: hehehe im excited for this. also idk how military shit works im winging it your here for gaz no complete accuracy

Why did it have to be you.

You had missed a room while clearing out this corridor of the building this mission was supposed to be a easy co-op with you and Gaz.

But now your were trying to claw off this big fucking dog from ripping your throat out your gun somewhere dropped in surprised of getting lunged at.

It sunk its fangs deep into your shoulder dangerously close to your neck as blood spewed and your cried out in agony you finally got a hold of your combat knife sinking it into the dogs body repeatedly till it slumped over dead.

Shoving the corpse off you, You bit your tongue as burning pain flared up in your shoulder Gaz's crackly voice over your radio finally audible now with the lack of your cries of pain and dog growls.

"c/n? c/n how copy?"

You swallowed back the bile building in your throat as you heaved grabbing your radio flicking it on shakily as tried to focus with the searing pain in your shoulder.

"c/n here— fuck" You hissed as you pushed yourself up with your good arm.

"c/n? give me a sitrep you went silent on me."

"..Fuckin' dog got me- I opened up a room and the fucker pounced huge fuckin' thing." You looked over at your wound grimacing at the sight of bruising blooming as blood trickled down your arm near excessively.

"Shit..Can you make it back to the main entrance?..I got the files ill radio for exfil."

"I..I can"

"c/n."

"I can"

"Alright."

You flicked your radio off as you trudged your way back where you came.

"Bloody hell c/n you gotta be more careful."

Gaz gently chided as you huffed wincing.

"Your lucky the fucker didn't rip your throat out.."

You grumbled looking aside the future rabies shots were not going to be a pleasant thing to be welcomed with when you both reached back at base.

"You alright..? Looking a bit pale."

"M'fine..Just..A bit woozy."

"Mm..exfil is a another hour or two out still don't go all rabies on me before then how about that."

You chuckled dryly as you blearing blinked as you leaned over dry heaving before puking your guts out catching Gaz off guard as he steadied you so wouldn't fall over into your own bile gently rubbing your back.

"Fuck..It's okay..Christ."

Coughing and gagging the unpleasant taste of bile lingering in your mouth as Gaz helped you sit down away from your mess.

"Just..Just sit down and rest..When we get home they'll fix you right up no? You'll have a killer scar after this all."

You got hummed coughing as Gaz wiped your face clean despite how you mumbled how gross it was as he kissed your forehead shushing your incoherent ramble.

You hadn't gotten any better and the exfil wasn't that far away now Gaz updated you as he held you close you were sweating bullets managing to keep down the water from your canteen.

He assured and updated on the helis time frame to reach you both, You could tell he was nervous never the best at hiding his emotions from you even in this fever ridden mess you were.

"There gonna be here soon love, Mm? Gonna get you back in shape..Hows the shoulder?."

You mumbled swallowing thickly as you shifted in his arms.

"You gotta speak up for me Lovie tell me how you are?"

"M'all sticky.."

"Well I'd guess so your sweating buckets..They'll be here soon okay?"

He sighed as he rana hand threw your near damp hair eventually giving you a few more sips of water as you both waited.

Exfil was quick a another solider helping you up into the heli a medic waiting along inside that went to work on you as you were laid onto the floor.

But all you remembered was falling asleep and awaking on the warm earth.

Running your hands threw the soft soil as you sat up a chill still rattling your bones.

"Gaz?"

You called out as you looked around cautiously your hand drifted too your holster to find it gone along with all other gear gone.

You felt bare exposed like a nerve the flicker and twitch of muscle felt like tremors in the earth as you looked around you saw nothing but forest.

"Kyle?"

Still nothing.

You frowned as you looked around you felt so warm you guessed it was the sun beaming down on you.

You hadn't been walking long till you reached a river bed the sudden parched feeling in your thought becoming know as you greedily gulped down water.

What was even going on?

You felt like you hadn't drank in days.

When you looked up you flinched at the sight of the dog that attacked you.

Or at least you thought it was a dog at the time.

It just stared at you, Yellow eyes staring you down as foam dripped down from his maw the foam slowly bubbling up into a pinkish tinge as blood dripped from its mouth .

It probably had rabies.

You did too.

You hoped.

#cod #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #gaz x male reader #reader #werewolves #werewolf au #hehe #kyle gaz x reader #kyle garrick #call of duty #no use of y/n #hehehhe

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otomiyaa · 5 days ago

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Day 21: Horns/Fangs

Sariphi x Leonhart

[Miya & Mia’s Tickletober 2023] - Reupload of one of last year's tktober fics that died. So niche no one reblogged it to keep it around, but guess what, it's back hehehe 😇😈

Word Count: 1K

“Y-Your Mahahajesty! Nohoho! Not agahahain!”

Sariphi loved that she could laugh a lot by Leonhart’s side. He was cute, sometimes funny, but ever since he discovered that Sariphi was quite ticklish, he had been looking for ways to make her laugh as loud and as much as she could.

From soft scribbles with his fingers on her sides or belly, to playful licks and nuzzles in her neck, Leon was quite the fluffy tickle monster. And sometimes, he was really merciless.

“I cahahan’t breathe! Hehehe plehehease stop!”

“Sariphi, I apologize.” The transition from Leonhart the tickle monster to the sweet and caring king he was, Sariphi loved it so much that she spread her arms wide to welcome him for a cuddle.

“It’s okay,” she said breathlessly, petting him when he lifted her in his arms for a very nice hug. Sariphi pouted when she wiggled her fingers against Leon’s fur. She had tried it before, again and again, but it was as expected. Her tiny fingers did nothing to his beastly body. Not his neck, not under his arms, not his tummy.

“Still not working?” Leon said when he noticed she tried to tickle him back. Sariphi nodded.

If only Sariphi had the guts to try and tickle Leon when he was in his human form. But everytime she saw him like that, she was just so wonderstruck by his beauty that she forgot about it. Leonhart as a human was almost intimidating. More intimidating than his beast form maybe. So up until now, Sariphi still never heard him laugh like she wished to.

“Did I take it too far?” Leon asked when Sariphi continued to catch her breath in silence. Sariphi shook her head and rubbed the places where he tickled her. She still felt tingly, but in a pleasant way.

“Not at all,” she said, and she gazed at his beautiful eyes. Then she looked at his horns, and she realized something she didn’t try yet before…

“Your Majesty… Leonhart,” Sariphi whispered softly, and she reached out for him, inviting him to come even closer with his head. Thinking she simply wanted to give him a kiss, Leon moved closer, and Sariphi first cupped his cheek. She then moved her hand up and lightly trailed her finger against his horn.

“Oh.” A soft sound came from Leon, and he twitched. Sariphi held on to her curiosity and tried it again. She lightly tested the sensitivity of his horn by tickling it softly, and there was definitely a reaction.

“W-what are you trying?” Leon asked her the obvious. Sariphi smiled merrily.

“Maybe your horns are ticklish. I would like to give it a try,” she admitted, and before Leonhart could answer, she literally climbed him until she could sit on his shoulders, as if His Majesty was going to give her a piggyback ride. Then, making sure she was steady, Sariphi started to tickle both Leon’s horns in this position. She scribbled her fingers lightly against them, and ooooh bingo. Finally!

“Sahahariphi, t-that feels reheally strahahange,” Leon laughed in the most beautiful, deep and charming voice. Sariphi giggled playfully and continued to tickle him.

“Does it tickle, Your Majesty?” She felt how much Leon was controlling his reactions so he wouldn’t throw her off him. He shook with held-back laughter and reached for her legs, trying to get her to move off him.

“Ahahalright, a-alright hahaha y-you found m-my tihihickle spot,” Leon laughed, but Sariphi was determined to tickle him a little more.

When he started to put more effort in getting her to move off him, such as by tickling her bare feet and legs, Sariphi laughed and dodged his attempts. She held onto him and tickled his horns mercilessly in a way she never thought horns could be tickled. She experimented with soft scribbles, and the use of her short nails up and down the length of them, and when she focused on the base of the horns… Precious.

“Hehehe Sariphi okahahay you win! You win,” His Majesty laughed breathlessly, his voice sounding different and more beautiful than ever before.

Sariphi felt shy and embarrassed by how much the ticklish King affected her, and as the feeling distracted her, she felt how Leon finally managed to pry her off him, and he pinned her back underneath him again. He hovered over her, still panting and breathing heavily, and she gazed up at his flustered expression.

“Did that tickle?” Sariphi whispered playfully, and she smiled. Leon sighed and slowly took the hem of her dress and moved it up, revealing her bare legs to him, and her panties, and…. Sariphi blushed like mad by how bold Leon was, but as soon as her bare tummy was in sight, he stopped, and she could see the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“You asked for this, Sariphi.” He then put his lips to her tummy and instead of kissing it like she expected he might, he gave her the one thing Sariphi had only heard of and read about in books, but never knew what it was like: a raspberry. And boy did that tickle.

“LEHeheheon! HAahahaha I’m sohohorry! Ahahahah!” Sariphi squirmed and struggled, but combined with some soft nuzzles, Leon once again tickled her until she couldn’t breathe. By the time he stopped, they were back in each other’s arms, resting peacefully after the playful struggle. Sariphi gazed at his horns again, and finally said what she had been wondering about.

“N-next time, I would like to see if you are ticklish anywhere else… in your human form,” she said.

“Oh?” Leon shook his head. “I guess not, but we can try,” he said.

“At least you will still have your horns. Which are very ticklish. And the tickle fight would be more fair, wouldn’t it?” Sariphi giggled. She yelped when Leon playfully poked her side.

“You are very small and ticklish compared to me, but you definitely found a way to tickle me back. So I say, it is already fair,” he argued. Sariphi pouted.

“I don’t think so! You should let me tickle you when you are a human!”

“I will let you try.”

And although duty was awaiting them and the palace was as busy as always, that day Sariphi and Leon did nothing else but enjoy each other’s presence, having fun with their silly tickle fights and giving each other their love.

#queue #niehime to kemono no ou #sacrificial princess and the king of beasts #sariphi #leonhart #tickling #tickle fic #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #otomiya!writes

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aquaquadrant · 3 months ago

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SO-- OBVIOUSLY, the ending to the main htp au fic was beautiful. Amazing perfect 100000/10 no notes i could gush about it for ages buuuut-- I have to scream about Instinct. I HAVE to. YEAAAAH THATS RIGHT BRAVO'S NEW SPONSORRRRR that investment in bravo paying BIG DIVIDENDS-- AND INSTINCT BIT AT THE END- AHAHAHA ohhhh yes look like the sleazy salesman you are atlas... gold tooth and shitty suit and all... and he has to suck up to ibstinct omg I looooove it HAHAH sorry not sorry atlas but ur the boot licker forever now. OH AND BRAVO'S YELLOW SHULKERS hahaha I know he had to work hard to earn those... 😈 and of course instinct made sure they were yellow. And OF COURSE Bravo COULD have re dyed them another color... but he didn't >:) aaaaahhh I love it so much thabk u aqua for my life

HEHEH I KNEW U WOULD LIKE THAT PART i wanted to do a solid for u and all the impulse girlies out there 🫶

also BONUS i went back thru my dms w mel and found that i plotted atlas’s ending almost exactly one year ago HAH goes to show just how big of a delay there was in planning vs writing this story ⚰️🏃‍♂️‍➡️

(BTW i can’t remember how much i’ve talked abt this but instinct’s defining traits are based off impulse’s work ethic and friendliness: hyper-efficiency and ‘fakeness’- y’know, the type that will smile to your face while hating ur guts? that almost cloying false sincerity? he also IS a very talented and accomplished redstoner in his own right, just as capable as atlas, but his focus lies on the logistics of scaling and profitability. again, hyper-efficiency is his priority.)

#hels to pay au #HTP cast

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malarkgirlypop · 1 year ago

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MEDIC! Part 23 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

HEHEHE love you all!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2 (let me know if you want to be tagged.)

Since we were moving off the line I started helping George with the stock. No one would be needing any medical care so I was a free hand. I unpacked the shelves with the new items we had gotten from the previous drop, rations, clothes, ammo, everything we needed to survive. I was helping George with the ration packs, they gave us a whole bunch of food but we needed to sort it into separate bags to give to the men to take with them. I pulled a heavy box off of the top shelf, sliding it to the front.

“George.” I heard a call from behind me as one of the soldiers waltzed into the room. “We need you to come blow this thing up.” The man said.

“Alright, I’ll be there. Em, I’m going to blow shit up, you gonna be alright here?” He asked, picking up the bazooka and slinging it over his shoulder.

“I’ll be fine!” I called over my shoulder, I heard his footsteps retreat out of the room. Now I was alone, milling around and sorting the items. It was so boring. A tedious task. Normally it wasn’t so bad. George helped and we chatted, then the other soldiers came in to visit as well, keeping me distracted as I worked. But now it was silent. If only I had some music to listen to that always made cleaning and chores so much more fun. Music! I had my phone and earbuds. No one was here and hopefully they still had some battery left. It wouldn’t hurt and I would get the job done faster I’m sure. I grabbed my bag from the corner of the room, rummaging through it. I pulled out my phone and earbuds that I had stashed deep down the bottom so no one could find them, along with everything else I had in my pockets the day I arrived. I powered on my phone, it worked. God I hadn’t been on it in months, which was weird to think about, it’s a normal accessory in my own time. 60% that’s pretty good, and my earbuds were still alive too. I was ecstatic. I placed one in my ear, I should only have one in incase someone comes in or there is a bomb strike. Wouldn’t want to miss that. I heard it chime on and connect. I opened spotify, since all the songs I wanted to listen to were downloaded I didn’t need to worry about having service or data. I scrolled through my curated playlists. I stopped on the GUTS album. This is perfect! I played it from the start.

It was fine at the start, since I was alone I quietly hummed along to the song. If anyone walked in they would just assume I had a song stuck in my head. I sorted the rations while listening. Bopping my head the beat. I sang along with the words as I worked. Dancing to the faster songs as I went. I had memorised all of the songs when the album first came out, so I still remembered them all.

“I’m a perfect all-american bitch, with perfect all-american lips and perfect all-american hips.” I swayed around the room, singing only a bit louder. No one could hear me.

I packed the rations, working fast. Having dance breaks when a good song came on. I forgot where I was. I sang into my hand like a microphone, bouncing around the room. I didn’t realise it but I got significantly louder in my singing. Having the headphone on full volume so I could hear it over my own voice. I pretended I was performing on stage as I jumped around singing. I took a quick glance over my shoulder around the room, no one was there good.

Then ‘Vampire’ came on. I stood in place singing into my hand. My voice echoed around the room as I belted it out.

“Blood-sucker, fame fucker, bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire.” I sang loudly.

By this time I completely disregarded my task at hand, making it counterproductive. I didn’t care, liking the normalcy I had forgotten. I had missed this. Jumping around my apartment with my speakers on full singing as loud as I could. I puffed as the song finished, I pretended to receive applause from the fake audience in front of me, bowing deeply.

The song ‘Logical’ came on. I gasped, “I love this song!” I squealed, waiting for the lyrics to start.

I belted the song at the top of my lungs forgetting where I was and what I was doing. In that moment I was putting my heart and soul into the song. The lyrics somehow all related to the anger I had pent up about Don and I’s fight. Come for me like a saviour, Don had done that, he had made me think that he cared. When he clearly didn’t. I put myself through hell for him, just for him to tell me I was an obligation. God I was so mad, at him, at myself. I had fallen for him so hard, with such high hopes he felt the same. It crushed me to know he didn’t. So maybe I do go home after all of this, if anything was going to stop me going, it was him. But if he doesn’t want me, I’d be better off leaving. I poured my emotions into the song as I sang. It was relieving, I forgot how much music helped me when I was stressed, being able to get in my car and sing my heart out with the windows down without a care in the world. For some reason the song just hit the spot and my pain was now being shouted into the air as I sang.

“AND ALL THE THINGS YOU DID TO ME. YOU LIED, YOU LIED, YOU LIED, OHHHH.” I was pretty proud I was hitting all of the notes. I could sing, I was in the choir at school but I was never very talented. It’s not amazing just being able to hold a tune. My voice wasn’t unique or different, but it still could belt out my favourite songs in a way that wouldn’t hurt the ear.

Another fast paced song came on after the other one had finished. I bopped my head, dancing around the room like a crazy person. Almost bumping into multiple things around the room as I had my eyes closed as I danced. I changed my playlist to the one I most often played in the car, hitting shuffle. The song ‘Push up’, by the freestylers. It was one of the songs my mum always used to play in the car when we were driving. I was little but still sang along with her. When I got older I actually listened to the lyrics, I was horrified I was singing it in front of my mum who also belted it out in the car. Now I play it when I want a good time. Mum had good music taste. I don't know what dance moves I was doing, my body just moved to the beat. I did that one move where I moved my chest up and down pretending it was being pulled by my hand. Shaking my ass like the song said. I breathlessly sang and danced, a bright smile on my face.

“PUSH UP, YOUR BODY, YOUR BODY NEXT TO MINE, I GOTTA MAKE THAT SEXY BOOTY MINE, AND SHAKE IT, BABY, SHAKE THAT ASS, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE GETTING NASTY!” I panted as I moved, forgetting how tiring dancing was. I spun in a circle, a group of men watched me, I finished my turn, facing the way I was originally. A group of men watching me? I looked over my shoulder, surely I had just imagined it. Nope they were there, a group of Easy men looking thoroughly entertained. I turned away from them cringing, how much did they see. I quickly slipped the headphone out of my ear and pocketed it. I slowly turned around to face the men. As I did so they started clapping, they all grinned from ear to ear. There in front of me stood Lieb, Babe, Grant, Web, and George.

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, hoping they had just arrived.

“We had come when you were singing that song about lying.” George grinned. “It went like you lied, you lied.” He sang. That was like three songs ago.

“But we heard someone singing so we all came to see who it was. Turned out to be you.” Babe chuckled. I didn’t think they could hear me, but I guess I was singing loudly.

“My favourite song was that last one.” Lieb smirked, of course he liked that one the prick. The image of me shaking my ass came into my head, they had all seen it.

“What was that move that you were doing?” Grant asked, putting his hands on his knees and shaking his butt left to right.

“Should I teach it to you?” I joked, trying to not sink into the floor from embarrassment. They all nodded laughing, “Wait, really?” I asked.

“Yeah I want to dance like that, it looked different. I don’t think I have seen any of the moves you just did.” George grinned at me. “What’s it called? The move?” He asked.

“Twerking.” I laughed as the men looked at me puzzled, they tried out the name themselves, a mutter of the word “twerking” filled the room. I laughed at them.

I gathered the men in front of me, they shook their arms and legs loose like they were going to run a race. I laughed at them, they were so eager to learn, who was I to say no.

“Ok, stand with your feet shoulder width apart, and then lean forward putting your hands on your knees.” I was trying to keep my composure, why did they all look so serious. Their concentrating faces on, they followed my instruction. They looked like they were trying to catch their breath after running. “Ok now you just move your pelvis up and down.” They all tried, looking like cats about to throw up. I cracked up watching the five men try their hardest.

“I can’t do it. What is it supposed to look like again?” Grant asked, standing up straight scratching his head. I got into the same pose as them, moving my pelvis up and down in a smooth motion. They all looked very impressed.

“I can’t do that.” Babe groaned. I laughed at his pouting face.

“Arch your back and then relax it.” I did the motion again for them. This is one of the weirdest things I think I have ever done. Not in my wildest dreams would I imagine teaching five WW2 soldiers how to twerk.

I watched the rest of the men trying, all doing very odd interpretations of the dance move. George just bent and unbent his leg, bobbing up and down. Grant leant forward but moved his butt from left to right like a dog wagging its tail. Babe hunched his shoulders up and down like he was excessively shrugging. Lieb was impressively very good at it, “Ok Lieb!” I pretended to make it rain dollar bills over him. I looked over to Webster who just looked entirely lost, like a weird caterpillar his whole body moved. “Oh Web.” I laughed at the man, he just stared at me with his blue eyes.

“Here, when I do it only my butt moves, everything else stays in place.” I said turning around to show him, he stepped closer and really focussed in on the move. Trying it again, he still didn’t get it.

“Look here.” I placed his hand on my lower back, as did the move, “See my back stays still.”

“What is going on?” I heard from the doorway, looking over to see Don watching us. His eyes set on Web and I. He looked pissed. “Web mind taking your hand off her ass.” My eyes widened, of course he was pissed. The position Web and I were in didn’t look very good. Me bent over in front of him with my butt out and him with his hand on my lower back. I stood up, stepping away from the man. The other Easy men in the room looked uncomfortable as well. Don glared at Web and I.

“I was just teaching them a dance move.” I tried to explain. He huffed, turning on his heel and marching out of the room. The men watched me gauging my reaction. I was so mad.

“Shut up!” I snarled, the men looked offended, they hadn’t said anything but I could feel it. The looks they were giving me said it all, they didn’t need to say anything. They looked uncomfortable, like walking in on a lovers quarrel. I followed after Don, letting my anger get the better of me. I caught up to him on the street.

“Stop acting like you care!” I yelled at him. He turned to face me. “What? You want to push me away and then get mad at me for talking to someone else. You don’t get to do that! Stop fucking with my head!” I shouted at him. I panted from my rage that raced through my body, how dare he say he doesn’t care and then act like this, it was making my head spin.

He stomped towards me, grabbing me by the arm. He dragged me into one of the houses. “Let go! Let go of me!” I tried to pull out of his grip but he was stronger than me. He shut the door behind him, I wrenched free of his grasp. I tried to move past him and leave, but he blocked the door. “What do you want from me? I don’t have the cash for the hours you babysat me, sorry!” I spat angrily.

“Stop it!” He growled. “Stop acting like this!”

I scoffed astonished, “Are you kidding! All I wanted was to check on you. You were avoiding me, I wanted to check if you were ok? I know you’re hurting too! Those boys meant so much to you! I just wanted to care for you how you did for me. It goes both ways! You’re allowed to hurt!” I told him, his face dark, I could see the pain etched into his features.

“It’s fine, you don’t care for me the way I do you. But I still care about you, even though you hurt me so much. I can’t turn them off. If you can’t talk to me about it, that's fine, but at least talk to someone!” His features softened.

“I do care for you! Of course I do! It’s just been so much! I can’t process it, I’m so busy, I feel like I have the weight of these men on my shoulders, they have expectations of me, I feel responsible for them. If they get hurt it’s my fault!” He rambles on, it all floods out of his mouth, like opening a dam.

“I don’t have time to think about Skip and Alex or Buck or Bill! I knew I would if I talked to you, I knew if I just spoke to you for a second that it would all come out.” He takes a breath as he spills the truth.

“So I avoided you. I’m sorry Em.” He scrubs his hand over his face, sighing.

“I didn’t mean what I said the other day either. I’m so sorry I hurt you. It killed me to see you so upset, and that I was the one who did that.” I listened to him, it hurt me to see the agony on his face. He walks forward standing closer to me.

“You are not an obligation! You never have been, ever! ” He says, taking my face in his hands, lifting my head to look into his eyes. “I choose you! I will always choose you.” He pauses looking deeply into my eyes. My hands reach up holding onto his arms that still cup my face.

“I love you.” I uttered softly, it was barely audible to my own ears, but he heard me.

It happened so quickly, I couldn’t even process what had happened. Don kissed me. His lips found mine. He kissed me so deeply with so much desire. It was like gasping for air after coming up from the water. I didn’t know how much I needed him, wanted him. His mouth moved against mine, hungrily tasting me. I kissed him back with the same intensity. Enjoying the way his lips felt on mine, like we were made for each other. My stomach clenched, the butterflies swirling around inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him flush with me. His hands moved to my back and held me tightly. I opened my mouth as he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding mine. I tangled my fingers through the hair that peaked out from under his beanie at the base of his neck. It was like I was addicted, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him. The taste of his lips on mine, his familiar scent that filled my senses, his hands that roamed around my body, the sound of him moaning into my mouth as we kissed. He pulled back, I whimpered, needing his mouth back on mine.

“I love you.” Don smiled down at me, my heart swelled, I grinned at him. He placed another gentle kiss on my lips, letting it linger before pulling away.

“Do you forgive me?” He asked.

“Hmmm? I don’t know, I think maybe if you kissed me again, I could potentially forgive you.” He laughed, placing a kiss on my lips.

“How about now?” He smirked.

“Maybe another one?” I said playfully. He leant forward placing kisses all over my face in quick succession. I giggled as he assaulted me with his lips. He placed the last one on my lips, so gentle and sweet I could melt.

“What the hell were you teaching the guys when I walked in?” He asked, his eyebrow quirked. I flushed, burying my face in his jacket.

“Nothing.” I mumbled into his clothes. His hand found my chin, tilting it up to look him in the eyes. “I was teaching them a dance they caught me doing.” I said giggling, thinking back to all of their weird moves they had done while I was teaching them.

“What was the dance?” I smiled and laughed. He looked confused at why it was so funny.

“I’ll show you another time.” I gave him a wink, he looked at me curiously. “Don, it’s not your fault if those men get hurt. You know that?” I asked, the conversation turning more serious. I took his face into my hands, my thumbs brushing along his skin gently. “I understand carrying all that responsibility, trust me. And I know it’s easier said than done as well. But we can’t let their deaths haunt us forever, all we did was try our best.” He nodded, still wrapped in each other's arms. I pulled him in, hugging him tightly. “We can have a break hopefully, since we are being moved off the line.” I smiled, thinking about how the men didn’t have patrol tonight and that we were leaving tomorrow. It was so exciting.

The door to the house swung open, Don and I jumped apart in fright. George, who was peeking his head in the door, wryly grinned. “Sorry to interrupt you two, but grubs up.” We smiled at the cheeky man. Following him. Don and I kept sharing glances, our faces flushing pink. Thinking back to the moment we had shared. I kept giggling happily, feeling ecstatic.

We made our way into the basement, the rest of 2nd platoon already there. I spotted Lieb who watched us enter. I came in first smiling, with a shy looking Malarkey in tow. His eyebrows raised as he smirked at me. I walked over to him. “Ah, I wondered where you disappeared too.” He teased me.

“Shut up.” I laughed, bumping into him.

“Are you going to sing us a song?” Babe asked, his mouth full of food.

“No, I am not!” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Or what about some more dance moves?” Grant teased. I picked up a cloth that laid on the table in front of me hurling it at the man, smacking him in the face as we all laughed. I walked over to where the cloth landed, bending down to pick it up.

“Ow!” I cried holding my back, pain evident on my face. I looked up to see all of the men looking at me worried and concerned. I slid my hand from my back, my hands on my knees.

“EHHH!” I said as I shook my ass laughing. The men’s faces changed from worried, to confused, to amused. “Got you suckers!” I said standing up, Grant shook his head.

“I still have no idea how you do that?” I patted him on the shoulder, still laughing.

The rest of the night passed quickly, it was like Christmas had come early. I was so excited for tomorrow I could hardly sleep, and when I did I had definitely fallen asleep smiling.

We packed up our gear and made our way to the trucks, ready to move off the line. Lt. Jones had been promoted and was leaving us, he shook our hands as we wished him good luck on his future endeavours. We climbed into the back of the truck, Don helping to pull me up. He sat beside each other, our hands secretly held by our sides. I watched Web approach the truck, going to climb up by himself, Lieb stuck his hand out to offer assistance. I smiled knowing that Lieb finally came around to liking the man. I watched as the small town faded into the distance and wondered what might be ahead for us next. I knew whatever happened that Don and I would face it together.

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Chapter 24

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #hbo war #donald malarkey #emily lane #emarkey #band of brothers imagine #fanfic #joe toye #dick winters #bill guarnere

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{6} - To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Suspense

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Mingi & slight Yunho)

Words: 5,255

Warnings: Violence and depiction of fighting. Blood and mentions of self-inflicted wound (for luring), one instance of slut shaming (not done by any of the guys). Depictions of anxiety (not the reader). This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: This chapter turned out wayyyy longer than I expected, but I'm super happy with it!! The story is really picking up now!! Lots of action and plot coming soon! Stay tuned!! Hehehe, as always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

“This wasn’t here yesterday,” your voice is low, wary; cautious as you step through the large opening of the maze.

Before you rests a large building, reminiscent of a mansion. Ivy creeps up the left side, the dark brown, almost red bricks crumbling from age. From the looks of things, the house appears to be two stories, completely rectangular in shape with a small, white awning covering the front doors.

A manor, just as the one you’ve always fantasized about living in when you were small. Scarily accurate, too.

“What do you mean, ‘this wasn’t here yesterday?’” Mingi shoots you a confused look, shoulders tense as he voices his worry.

“I mean just that.” You reply, letting out a small puff of air as you take in your surroundings once more. “When I went exploring, there weren’t any other buildings besides the eight shacks I mentioned to you earlier. The ones you and I both woke up in. Though, based on how different ours were alone, this shouldn’t surprise me.”

“Different how?” Mingi’s brow furrows.

“Never mind that now,” you brush him off with a small wave of your hand. “We should move on before someone finds us. Or worse.”

“Shouldn’t we at least explore it?” He asks, already taking a curious step towards the house. “You know, to hunt for supplies, or something?”

“Normally, I would agree with you, but not this time.” Shaking your head lightly, you motion back towards the entrance of the maze for him to follow you.

“Why not?” Tilting his head innocently, Mingi blinks at you in response.

“We do not know who else could be in there,” you blink back, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Or who else could be watching, for that matter.”

Mingi swallows thickly, suddenly looking even more tense than he ever had before. “What do you mean by that?”

“You seriously cannot tell me that you haven’t felt like you’re being watched ever since you’ve gotten here.” A blunt reply. “I doubt it’s cameras, either.”

“I was hoping I was wrong about that…” he trails off, expression falling.

“If you trust in anything,” your eyes are sharp as they meet his own, reflecting the fear he feels for all to see, “trust your gut.”

All Mingi can do is nod in response, swallowing thickly as his shoulders tense once more.

In the next second, you’re letting out a long sigh, “I suppose you are right, though.”

His eyebrows quirk, eyes widening slightly in inquiry.

“If we can find a small bag to carry things in, some food, or even another weapon, it would help us tremendously.” You say, scanning the area yet again for any traps or even anything you can see that is out of the ordinary. Though, you suppose this entire situation is just that: extraordinary.

Just as you go to take a step forward, you pause. Turning back to face Mingi, you raise a brow. “Can you even use a weapon?”

He grimaces, lips parting in a silent answer.

You sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t know what I was expecting.”

The pout on Mingi’s features is apparent, especially in the way his shoulders droop. Then, under his breath, “I can still throw a punch, you know.”

You shoot him a look. “Have you ever beaten someone to death?”

He remains quiet. Yet, with the way you shift your gaze back to the mansion in the next second, you fail to see the way the corners of his lips are twitching upwards in response.

“Have you?” The inquiry is cautious, despite the curiosity lingering in his tone.

Swallowing thickly, you spare a glance at him out of the corner of your eyes. Your silence alone speaks volumes.

Again, you sigh.

“Look,” your gaze turns deadly sharp all of a sudden, freezing him immediately to his spot, “we’ll probably die soon, anyways, so there’s no harm in being honest. It wasn’t my proudest moment, but would you believe it was in self-defence?”

“I thought you said you’d get us out of here alive?” The panic is clear in his eyes as they shine with that all too familiar fear.

“I just admitted to killing someone with my bare hands, and that’s what you choose to focus on?” The corner of your lips quirk amusedly as a huff escapes you. “Priorities, Mingi. Priorities.”

He blinks, a somewhat sheepish smile taking over his features. That’s when you notice, the tips of his ears are turning red, too.

“I’ve always loved a woman who could destroy me.” His voice is merely nothing more than a low whisper on the wind.

You’re so caught off guard by his admission, that you can only blink at him in response. For a solid minute, the two of you stand there, nothing but the breeze drifting passed and rustling the leaves of the maze around you. That is, until a boisterous laugh is escaping you.

“I just admitted to being able to kill you with my bare hands if I wanted to,” you’re almost wheezing at this point, hands on your knees as you attempt to catch your breath, “and you think that’s hot?” More laughter escapes you. “Mingi, sweetheart, it was also meant to serve as a warning.”

“I know,” his whole face begins to turn bright red, the male shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. “I just… I- uh…”

Taking a step forward to close the distance between the both of you, you pat the side of his arm. “Perhaps if things were different, and we met under better circumstances.”

Walking passed him, you leave him completely stunned in his spot.

You smirk, turning to look back at him from over your shoulder, “coming?”

This seems to knock Mingi out of whatever daze he had been in. Quickly, he jogs to catch up to you, falling into step beside you in the next moment.

A roar is heard in the distance that shakes the whole area.

Immediately, panic seizes you, creeping up your throat and causing you to inhale sharply.

“What was that?” Mingi’s frantic voice reaches your ears.

“I don’t know, but whatever it was, it sounded big.” You reply, stopping just outside the front door to the mansion. “We’ll be far safer inside now, than out in the open, until we can identify the creature.”

“I thought the only other things we’d have to worry about would be the other contestants.” He replies, warily searching the grounds of the manor in case something decides to pop out and attack you at any second.

“Nothing is off limits in these games,” you grit your teeth, discovering the door to be locked when you go to open it. Instantly, you’re crouching down, pulling out some pins to begin picking the lock. “There’s only ever been two accounts out of dozens that I’ve read where they let creatures in to hunt alongside the contestants. It’s really strange though, given that those games had usually lasted over a month by then.”

“There’s a time limit?” Mingi blinks, voice frantic as small tremors begin to rattle the windows beside you periodically.

Whatever made that sound is getting closer with each step, and it’s big.

“If you got off to watching people die, wouldn’t you get tired and impatient of being edged for so long?” You spare a quick look over your shoulder at him just as you hear the lock click out of place. “I guess they’re just that impatient right off the bat.”

Your encounter with Ghost from yesterday flashes through your mind.

Shaking your head, you clear your thoughts. In the next moment, you push the door open, motioning for Mingi to quickly get inside before you’re following right behind him.

As soon as the door shuts, it's as if the interior of the mansion is on a completely different plane of existence. Once more, a deadly stillness surrounds you, the mind numbing silence stretching around you both. Even the rumbling beneath your feet has stopped, as if the inside is safe, and unaffected by whatever is hunting you outside. From the way Mingi’s gaze darts every which way around the foyer, you can tell that he senses it, too.

“Now, I need you to listen to me,” you catch his attention as you tuck those small pins back into your front pocket. As soon as you see him nod, even once, in understanding, you continue, “I do not know what is inside of this place. I will do my best to protect us both, but in order to do that, I need you to follow everything I say. This way, we both won’t be killed. Do you understand?”

Saying nothing, Mingi nods.

“Good.” You nod once in response. “Do you know how to whistle?”

Mingi blinks, clearly caught off guard by your question. He nods once more, nonetheless.

“That will be our signal that one of us needs the other. Whether it be you’ve found something of importance, or you’re in danger, you whistle. Unless you come across a trickster. In that case, you run for your goddamn life. Got it?”

“Yes.” Mingi confirms rather firmly, despite his eyes shining with that all too familiar fear you’ve come to realize is always swirling within.

“Explore the upstairs while I look around on the main floor. If that creature is around outside, I might be able to identify it. If I know what we’re dealing with, it will give us a better fighting chance.” You explain. “Try and find a small bag or two to put things in while you explore. Meet back here in twenty minutes if nothing else.”

“You want to split up?” His voice is a little wary, eyes shifting nervously.

“We can cover more ground this way, and get out of here quicker.” You tell him calmly. “I don’t hear anything else in the house with us, so we should be safe for a little while.”

“Oh, okay,” his response is a little quieter, and you notice how his hands begin to shake.

“Hey,” you smile softly at him, flipping the small knife in your hand around so that the handle now faces him. “We’ll get though this. Together.”

His eyes glance between your own and the knife you now offer him held in your one hand. Slowly, he reaches out, clasping the blade to his chest once he’s grabbed the handle.

“Even if you manage to wound something, it’s better than nothing. Right now, it’s your life, or theirs. You have to decide who has the desire to live more.” Again, you pat the side of his arm, and you notice he begins to tremble once more. “Though, I wouldn’t try anything on me, okay?”

“I wasn’t planning to.” Comes his immediate response.

“Good.” You nod once, pulling your hand away, much to Mingi’s disappointment. Giving him a final once over, your lips quirk. “Now, you truly look like Itadori.”

The way his eyes sparkle as you say this lets you know he understands exactly who you’re talking about.

“You really think so?” He asks, grin tugging at his features.

“Just don’t go losing a hand on me,” you tease lightly, and you see a brilliant smile take over his features.

“I won’t, I promise!” He answers, somewhat eagerly.

You nod, “I doubt there’s a thousand year old curse in you that can pop out and heal you any time he wants, anyways.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I can proudly say that there’s not.”

You hum, "pity.”

Mingi blinks, shock clear on his features. “Are you a fan of Sukuna, then?”

He cannot prevent his minor excitement from bleeding through, heart pounding in his chest.

Again, you hum, but unfortunately for Mingi, he cannot decipher whether it’s a good or bad thing. “I prefer Yuta or Toji, if I’m being honest.” Then, you blink, as if remembering something. “Damn, I wish I had a katana right now. Things would be so much easier.”

“You know how to wield a sword?” Mingi looks almost dumbfounded, yet awestruck, nonetheless.

“My father taught me everything he knew about hunting. Of course I know how to wield weapons.” You smirk, turning your back to him finally as you begin to look around the room. “Now, get searching.”

You do not need to tell him twice, for in the next second, you see him brush passed you and begin to make his way upstairs. In the blink of an eye, he disappears down a hallway.

You spare a glance around the empty foyer, noting the two staircases that line either wall leading to the second floor. Scenic pictures line the walls, but none that you recognize. There are two archways, each one on opposite ends of the room, so you decide to go left to start. Something about the comfort and familiarity of search patterns that your father once told you echoes in the back of your mind.

There’s a few small rooms on this side of the house consisting of a bathroom, a study, and a small sitting area. Quickly going through each one, you manage to find a working flashlight beneath the bathroom sink, and some pens in the study. There’s even a large antique desk inside that has a few locked draws, but given your limit, you don’t have enough time to begin picking all of the locks right now. You’ll simply have to come back with Mingi. Besides, it’s nicer to have someone guarding your back in an unfamiliar place like this.

Crossing over to the opposite side of the house, you’re immediately greeted by only two rooms. Opening the one door reveals a large library full of scattered books and objects all around the somewhat dark space. Again, you’ll have to come back to explore with Mingi. It’s better when dealing with a larger, open space to have more than just one person looking for things.

Finally, you reach the last door. However, just as you go to raise your hand to twist the handle, the sound of muffled movement reaches your ears. Almost as if someone is rummaging through something just within.

You pause, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves.

Clutching that flashlight tighter in your hand, you slowly push the door open. At least you’re not completely weaponless.

As soon as the area is revealed to you, you see a large kitchen stretching on before your very eyes. A wide island sits in the centre of the space, blocking whoever is rummaging through a cupboard from view. Based on what you can tell, they must be searching for something beneath the sink.

Creeping closer, you make sure to watch for any creaking floorboards that might give your location away.

Just as you round the corner of the counter, that flashlight raised in your one hand, the person drops something, swearing under their breath.

“Johnny?”

Said male immediately jumps, banging his head harshly on the edge of the counter as your voice reaches his ears.

“Oh, fuck, are you okay?” You chuckle, watching as the male stands back to his full height, rubbing at the top of his head all the while.

His brow furrows, a confused call of your name escaping him. “What are you doing here?”

“I could be asking you the same question.” You cross your arms over your chest.

Despite you both attempting to hide it, you cannot deny the way fear leaks into your tone, flashing across your face in the next moment.

“If you’re here, this can only spell trouble,” he grimaces, eyes darting around the kitchen.

“I don’t plan on dying,” you tell him. “Like hell am I going to let you, either.”

“Funny,” the corner of his lips twitch upwards, “I was just about to say the same for you.”

“You really never learn, though,” you shake your head teasingly. “You were so loud, I could hear you rummaging around from outside in the hall.”

“Considering there’s a Gorzin roaming around outside, I’m surprised you could hear anything.” He responds.

“It’s a Gorzin?” Your eyes widen, that familiar feeling of fear squeezing your throat.

You’ve only ever encountered a Gorzin once before in your life, and you had hoped it would be your last. Terrible creatures they are, similar in visage to wolves. Large, fur as dusty in colour as sand, and claws as sharp and curved as sickles. They may be blind, but their sense of smell certainly makes up for it. Though, their hearing is shit, too. That, and the fact that their mouths run vertical along their necks, housing rows upon rows of jagged teeth.

“Did you not see it on your way in?” Johnny frowns.

“No, we managed to get inside before it appeared.” You answer.

“We?” His head tilts.

“I have another survivor with me.” You say.

A wary call of your name is all you get in response.

“Johnny, he was terrified,” you reply, somewhat exasperatedly. “What was I supposed to do? Leave him to die? You know as well as I do what these games entail.”

He lets out a long sigh. “I know. Which is why I’m worried.”

“If he dies, I take full responsibility.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Johnny shoots you a concerned look. “Ever since your father died-“

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Immediately, you cut him off.

Johnny simply raises his palms in your direction in response.

“Have you found anything useful?” You ask, taking another glance around the room and noticing the small pile of supplies laid out on the counter. As you look them over, you notice some food, and a few small items that can be used for weapons if needed, like steak knives.

“Just what’s on the counter,” he motions to the pile as you turn back around to face him. “I was searching for a bag or something to carry them around in when you decided to spook me into an early lobotomy.”

“A lobotomy is the front of the skull, not the back,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“You know, this is why I love-“

Before Johnny even has a chance to finish speaking, the door to the kitchen is flinging open, Mingi bursting through.

“There you are, I was worried-“ he pauses, eyes narrowing at Johnny. “Who’s this?”

“Other survivor?” Johnny leans in slightly to you, a curious quirk to his one brow.

You sigh, nodding slightly. “Mingi, this is Johnny. My best friend.”

Each male takes a moment to size each other up, and this is the first time you’ve seen Mingi appear so unimpressed since you met him an hour ago. Though, one blink, and the look is gone.

You frown.

“I managed to find some bags,” he turns to you, holding two small drawstring bags up in his hand.

You smile, a small sense of relief washing over your entire body. “Perfect.”

Instantly, Mingi has handed you one of the bags, and you begin to fill it with some of the supplies Johnny has found. However, what you fail to see is the cautious way Johnny continues to look over at Mingi. A male of whom shoots the other a sharp look from the corner of his eyes.

“Was there anything else that you found upstairs?” Your voice manages to pull them both out of their glaring contest.

“Just some empty bedrooms,” he shifts slightly, as if adjusting something on his back. Though, when you look, there’s nothing there.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” you sigh. “There was a-“

A loud yell from outside manages to draw all of your attention, followed immediately by another piercing roar that rattles the whole house.

You and Johnny share a look before you’re turning your attention to Mingi.

“Give him the knife I gave you, and don’t come out until we tell you that it’s safe to do so.” You instruct, tone firm as you begin to head towards the door leading outside placed at the side of the kitchen.

Mingi can only blink at you in shock, protests building on his lips until you turn to give him a firm look from over your shoulder.

“What did I say about following my every instruction?” You grab those steak knives, counting them in your hands before realizing you only have six.

Six shots which you will make count, even if it’s the last thing you do.

Another shriek from the Gorzin reaches your ears.

“Johnny,” you reply sharply, managing to unlock the side door and fling it open. “Let’s go.”

You stand by the side door, waiting until Johnny has taken the knife from Mingi before moving to exit the house. However, you don’t expect for your wrist to be grabbed by the pink haired male in the next moment.

“Please, be careful,” his eyes shine with worry, his lower lip being tugged between his teeth as nerves threaten to consume him.

“I’ll be fine,” you assure him, watching as Johnny slips passed you and out the door in the next second. “Nothing we haven’t handled before.”

You pat his hand once before exiting the building, making sure to close the door behind you.

“Just like old times, huh?” Johnny peeks around the corner of the house, grimacing as he sees the events unfolding before him.

You tap his arm for him to move out of the way, but he doesn’t budge.

“Johnny, let me assess the situation.” You mutter, brow furrowing the longer he just stands there.

“It’s up to you whether you want to save this guy’s life.” Johnny replies lowly, finally stepping back for you to see. “However, if I were you, I’d say he’s getting what he deserves.”

Confusion tugs at your features as you peer around the corner of the house. Though, at the scene you are greeted with, you wish you hadn’t.

There, backing up on the ground with blood coving his visage, rests your Uncle. His right leg seems to have been bit, the material of his pants shredded as he scrambles away from the monster. The fear is clear in his eyes, and even from here, you can hear the pitiful whimpers he lets out, begging for someone, anyone to come rescue him.

The Gorzin creeps closer.

You disappear around the corner, heaving a sigh.

“We don’t have to save him.” Johnny whispers casually as he leans back against the side of the house. “We could let him die. After what he’s done to you-“

“Johnny,” Your eyes flash.

“I’m just saying.” He replies with a shrug, raising his hands in front of himself in defence.

“I won’t let these games turn me complacent.” You purse your lips. “I will not murder an innocent human.”

Johnny scoffs. “Well, he’s not so innocent, is he?”

“You know what I mean, John.” Again, you shoot him a firm look.

“Whatever you choose to do, I will follow.” He answers. “You never led me astray before.”

You nod, mulling a plan over in your head.

“Okay,” you meet his gaze. “I’ll distract it with the steak knifes and draw it towards me. Once it’s close enough, try and jump on its back. You know it’s weak point is just below the base of the skull. Going for it’s other weak point under its belly might be too difficult right now.”

“Understood.” Johnny nods once in confirmation.

Peeking around the corner one final time to assess the situation, you see the Gorzin about to strike. You move before it gets a chance to.

“Hey! Tall, tan, and ugly!” You shout, managing to draw the creature’s attention towards you as you begin stepping towards it. “Pick on someone your own size!”

Despite your shouts, and the way it turns it’s head towards you, the Gorzin doesn’t even bother to stop pursuing your Uncle.

You grit your teeth, flipping a steak knife in your hand.

With all your might, you throw the makeshift dagger at the beast, hearing a satisfying thunk as it makes contact with it’s side. You can just make out the handle protruding from below it’s front shoulder bone. Yet still, it doesn’t bother to change targets.

Two more knives are embedded into the side of the Gorzin before it finally shifts it’s full attention to you. The screech of malice it lets out in warning chills you to your bones. A moment later, and it begins stalking towards you.

Slowly, you take equal steps back as it stares you down. The whites of its eyes are blank, but you know it’s caught your scent now. Besides, with the way you throw another blade at it’s head, this one harmlessly bouncing off it’s forehead, you know you have it’s attention.

“Come on,” you begin to mutter under your breath, leading it back to where Johnny rests, hidden and waiting to strike.

Only, you don’t expect to lose your footing, stumbling over yourself as a small rock that hadn’t been there before appears behind you. You have two seconds to gather your wits before the Gorzin lunges, nearly managing to pounce on you in an instant.

The fifth knife gets embedded into the side of the Gorzin’s neck as you roll away. Your hands steady yourself as you push yourself up and back onto your feet, running towards where Johnny appears after seeing you take a fall. Luckily, you manage to swerve just in time to lure the beast alongside Johnny who immediately jumps onto its back.

Except, before Johnny can even stab the creature, he gets tossed from its hide.

Johnny goes flying across the way, groaning as he hits the ground.

The beast pauses for a moment, head tilting in multiple directions as it debates which victim to go after first. However, what you’re not expecting, is for a bright head of short pink hair to come running out from the side of the house.

The creature, seemingly sensing the new body, shifts it’s focus to Mingi, whom freezes as soon as he sees it.

“Goddammit,” you curse lowly, watching as the Gorzin gets closer to the trembling male with each step.

There’s only one way you know to make it’s target change.

Raising that last steak knife to your opposite arm, you cut a small slash over the skin of your inner forearm. If you manage to get out of this alive, at least this injury shouldn’t hinder you too much.

The result is instantaneous. The creature roars and begins bounding towards you.

“That’s it, you filth,” you spit, standing your ground with that steak knife still clutched in your hand. You raise your cut arm above your head. “Come and get your food.”

Johnny barely manages to push himself back up after reorienting himself just in time to see the monster mere feet from you. There’s no way you can take it down with just a steak knife, but you appear determined to try.

The creature shrieks once more, rearing itself onto it’s hind legs and preparing to attack. In one final ditch effort, you throw your knife directly where it’s heart should be, watching as the blade makes contact with its target. Only, it does nothing.

Your legs tense, and sweat beads down your back. Fear flashes across your features as you prepare to jump out of the way. You know you’ll be hit regardless, but if you can make sure it’s a minor injury, you could still potentially survive.

It’s as if the world begins to turn in slow motion.

Just as you see the Gorzin swiping its front paws at you, two arrows whistle past your head. Dull thunks reach your ears as they sink deeply into their targets: one right beside your knife, and the other near it’s one hind leg. It’s balance is immediately thrown off as it goes tumbling to the ground, another arrow finding purchase just below the opening of it’s mouth. What you fail to see is how the creatures’ own orbs swirl with a faint blue as it hits the earth. A blue as cold as ice.

A loud thump echoes around the space as the creature collapses, dead, before your very eyes.

You blink, shock clear in the way your entire body remains still for the moment. That is, until you’re managing to shake your head, moving towards the carcass to pull out your knives in the next instant.

“Are you alright?” An unfamiliar male voice says as you hear footsteps running up to you.

Turning your head, you see another tall male approaching you. A bow is in his hand, a quiver of arrows strapped to his back. He has black hair, red streaks found throughout which only serve to highlight the worry shining in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” you give a curt nod in response. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” the male smiles, eyes crinkling at the sides.

Before you can say anything else, you hear your name being called, and both Mingi andJohnny come running around the creature’s side.

“Thank fuck you’re okay.” Johnny immediately embraces you in his arms.

You don’t mean to, but the fact that his familiar, comforting warmth surrounds you for the moment, has you melting into his touch. A fact of which both males standing off to the side notice, eyes flashing for the briefest of moments before reverting back to the soft browns they’ve concocted for these very moments.

“I’m glad to see you’re still alive,” Mingi breathes out, and you notice the worry pulling at his features when you separate from Johnny.

“I’m glad to see you alive,” the new male nudges the pink haired one standing beside him. “Though, I wish you weren’t here.”

“Hey!” Mingi whines. “I thought you’d be more happy to see me.”

You and Johnny share a look before you’re turning to quirk a brow at Mingi curiously.

“This is Yunho,” Mingi introduces, his voice somewhat of a mumble. “My brother.”

Your eyes flash in recognition. “The one that gave you the watch?”

“The one and only.” Yunho winks cheekily, a grin stretching across his lips.

You hum, somewhat disinterested, and Yunho’s expression falls slightly.

“Where did you find that weapon?” Johnny asks, eyes flitting everywhere over the new male’s torso.

“Where did you come from?” You voice your own thoughts, brow furrowing as you go to turn in the direction of the maze he appeared to come out of. “I-“

“Are you fucking done slutting around with those men yet? I’m dying over here!” A loud yell draws all four of your attention towards the man still bleeding out on the ground.

Your entire visage falls, shoulders drooping as you take a step forward. It’s as if you’ve become a completely different person in a matter of seconds. A fact of which worries each and every male surrounding you, but none more than Johnny.

“Hurry up, and put that knowledge my good for nothing brother-in-law taught you to use,” he spits, hissing as he attempts to move his leg. “It’s the only thing you’re good for, anyways.”

Johnny’s entire body begins to shake in rage. Yet, little do either of you realize just how difficult it suddenly becomes for both Mingi and Yunho to hold themselves back. They knew he was awful, but nowhere near this bad.

“Yes, Uncle.” You sigh, already beginning to walk towards the cursing male on the ground. You tuck the steak knives away into your pockets. “Right away, Uncle.”

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nyewclear · 14 hours ago

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hello!! sorry if you answered this before but i recall in a previous ask you said there was no bad ending for cc; will that also be the case for kurou connect since there's supposed to be 5 routes?

(also odinas nails in the demo LOL i see what you did there)

i've briefly discussed the workings of kurou connect's routes in this curiouscat, but i haven't talked about it anywhere else aside from my undergraduate thesis paper hahahaha. i will explain a bit how kurou connect is going to work!! i have a tendency to be very overzealous when i plan my games, so what i'm about to say may be radically different from what i end up executing in the future, but here's the idea.

kurou connect is not a game about getting into a relationship with kurou. it's a game about character exploration and about the barriers we all have to overcome when getting to know people. in kurou connect, you really, really don't like him. you're forced to learn things about him throughout the length of the game, but the main goal of the game isn't to date him. recall how at the end of the demo, kurou gets his car stolen. the plot then develops so that you get so hopelessly lost in the city while trying to report his car as stolen, and you're forced to be in very close proximity with this guy you don't like for a 24 hour time period. the actual goal of the game is to get home safely... and any relationship progress you make with kurou on the way there is just an added bonus. so those five routes you mentioned actually have nothing to do with your relationship with kurou by the time the game ends. rather, they're five different endings you can achieve, one of those being the "true ending" where you end up at home safely.

now... you're probably wondering where da hell the relationship portion comes into play. i'm planning to write the game so that within those five routes, there are four different "relationship levels" you can get to with kurou:

you somehow make up with him, set aside your differences, and become genuine friends with him,

you get into a huge fight and hate him even more than you already do,

one of you acknowledges your enemies-to-lovers romantic tension and does something about it based on actions either of you take during the first half of the game,

or nothing changes and everything's the same frenemies thing as it was before.

each of the five routes will have different "relationship level" shades to them based on whatever you do during the game. however, kurou connect also isn't a game where kurou just baselessly makes advances on you (this is a popular trend in many many dating sims— have you guys noticed this? the player is always subjected to the whims of the romantic interest whether they like it or not). you as the player are in control and kurou's forced to respond to whatever you say or decide. it's more fun that way! after a certain point though, he does take things into his own hands... if you know what i mean hehe ;P

so about that bad ending. are there bad endings? if we considered each route that ended in you and kurou not making it back home, then i suppose the answer would be yes, but that's getting really technical with it. if we wrapped all of the "relationship levels" into it, then it becomes a little more convoluted. the thing is, even if you and kurou get into a huge fight and hate each other's guts, it's still going to be really funny and interesting to play. if we really get technical with it, there are actually 20 different ways the game can end, but they'll all be silly and weird and full of kurou's annoying self. but if you asked me if there were bad endings, i would say no :-) yeah, you can fail, but it's not failure in the traditional sense. hopefully all of this is understandable!!!

(and yes HEHEHE odina loves her long nails but she loves her girlfriend too... a compromise needed to be made... :3)

#i love answering questions about kurou connect! i have lots of plans for it hehe #please look forward to it!#ccquery

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crown-of-roses-thsc · 5 months ago

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How did you created CoR? Did you ever have any idea about this au that you discarded? If yes can you tell us? I really would like to hear!

Also, do you have new other au from another fandom? I really wish to check since you do such a good job creating this here that I also wanna to see more of your own works!

HEHEHE~ oh, prepare to learn some very silly things!

I don’t know if I’ve shared this before, but the story behind Crown of Roses delights me to this day. I was a young soul, obsessed with Henry Stickmin, and had taken it upon myself to come up with the funniest possible character to ship Ellie with. Mind you, I wasn’t a Henry Stickmin nerd yet, so I didn’t know many of the background characters.

It suddenly dawned on me that it would be absolutely hilarious to ship Ellie with Reginald…two characters who would hate each others guts if they’d ever met in any significant way in canon.

At the time, I was also blasting “Satisfied” from Hamilton- and in my head, I formulated this little story following the Toppat King ending, where Ellie and Reginald had been in love long ago, but Ellie was with Henry now- and she had to abandon her love for Reginald because she didn’t want to hurt poor Henry. I was an angsty teenager with a love for mellowdrama, so I thought this idea was delightful.

As time went on, I played more and more with the idea of Ellie and Reginald being exes- and came up with the possibility that perhaps Ellie was briefly leader before Reginald viciously betrayed her and took the role for himself. At first, I wanted to consider this a fan-theory, and scoured the game for any hint that it could be true (I actually think I still have a crappy google doc full of “evidence” for it, haha!), but I eventually had to concede that it was highly improbable.

I actually didn’t discover the scrapped side-game for Ellie until later on, so imagine my THRILL when I discovered that. I took quite a few aspects from it, since the differences between the ideas were almost entirely better on the scrapped side-game’s part.

The story was originally just that, until I discovered the song RÄT by Penelope Scott…and began to imagine a continuation of the betrayal story based around the song. (The ideas that came from this can be seen in THIS animatic, which is actually what “blew up” this AU!) From there I returned to the Toppat King idea, and that grew into…well, I guess you’ll have to see ;)

And oh, so many ideas from this AU had to be discarded (or were altered into things I preferred!)

Originally, Reginald was written to be more cold-and-calculating, with a bit of care for Ellie that was entirely drowned out by his thirst for power. Now he’s become my pathetic wet-cat, who makes mistakes more out of fear than any malicious intent. It makes a bit of sense, as my characterization of him is based strongly off of Aaron Burr (as portrayed in the musical Hamilton.)

That’s the least interesting one, though.

For example:

In this AU, Earrings is Sven’s sister! But originally, in the Toppat King ending, she was going to be the villain- wanting to kill Sven in revenge for…well, you’ll find out in two chapters! But here’s the kicker: I had her being haunted by Randy! His characterization was similar to how I portray him now, just a little more evil- the inspiration from Beetlejuice: The Musical was much, much stronger!

I’ve mentioned “scrapped endings” many times, so I won’t bore you all with that again- but a stranger aspect is that I originally had all of them being canon, and a reveal that Crown of Roses was an actual alternate universe to the main game; Henry had briefly decided to lend Ellie his multiverse powers, and so the world shifted to focus more on her- and she got to experience many endings before ultimately being able to get to a world where Reginald didn’t betray her, and the audience was left to imagine what different endings would look like from there once things were focused back on Henry! Like, Infiltrating the Airship with Ellie in charge…a neat thought, in my opinion!

On a darker note, Suave and Jessica’s relationship initially had much…darker implications. The emotional abuse remains canon, as well as implications of potential physical abuse, but…let’s just say that I briefly toyed with the idea that Suave had grown to abuse her in another way, too. I never planned on explicitly mentioning or showing it, so one could argue that it wasn’t scrapped- but I decided not to really go that far. I have no intentions of confirming or denying it as a possibility, but I wanted to back off of the subject.

On a lighter note, Ellie’s rogue-gang originally included Stu Pendles, a man whose voice claim was TheOdd1sOut and was in gambling debt to Carol. I actually think I originally had intentions of shipping them, too!

Wilting Darkrose was also originally meant to be a parody of emo edgelord characters, hence his goth appearance and edgy name- but I lost confidence in my ability to satirize that well, and grew attached to the idea of a character who saw himself as an important noble leader but was actually a college student with too much hair-dye. (Bonus fun fact!: Ed Zhaust is named that because it’s meant to sound like “exhaust(ed)”- which is what he is.)

Ho ho ho, what a ramble that was! As for the second part of your question:

I’ve worked on a few! I like to imagine Warrior Cats AUs, but I never do much with those. I usually focus on my own stories (I’m making progress in a book I’ve wanted to write for quite some time!) buuut I do have some published stuff!

For example, I’m the director of Wordgirl: Rewired! It was originally meant to be a fan-comic, but now we have two fully illustrated and voice acted episodes of an aged-up Wordgirl series! It’s mostly meant to be a continuation, but due to some slight changes to certain characters one could argue it’s an AU!

I also wrote a fan fiction called “The Night The Moons Collapsed” for Wings of Fire. I never finished it, but I do plan to rewrite it eventually! I’d been reading too many My Little Pony Infection AUs at the time, haha!

Any other things would likely be in my Ao3, and from there it’s mostly Wordgirl stuffs!

#thsc #henry stickmin crown of roses #thsc cor #thsc au #henry stickmin #au #WORDGIRL Rewired

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